Chapter 4

Bad Mommy Uncovered

“Oh, fuck, baby. Mmm,” I murmured. “Damn, oh. Oh, nice finger.”

While leaning into the rear hatch of my car, I wriggled my ass and arched my tits skyward, stretching a taut crop top. A fingernail dragged along the very low waistband of my pleated, white micro-skirt. One of the boys must’ve spotted me coming out of the grocery store in my sexy tennis outfit. Not that I played tennis, but it had clearly served its purpose as I wriggled beneath that nail.

Just as the mystery digit again pressed into the gap between my butt cheeks, this time driving a little deeper, a cloud of fruity perfume wafted into my nostrils. It wasn’t a fragrance that Stacy, Hank’s sexy-as-fuck mother, would wear. Right as I tensed, the finger disappeared.

“God, you’re such a skank. And so old,” a girl’s voice sounded in my ear. “But I guess what they’re saying is true then, huh?”

As I straightened and turned around, my chest tightened. When I met the fierce green eyes of a crimson-cheeked petite redhead, I clenched my jaw. Oh, shit. So, after the beach trip, Hank hadn’t been the only blabbermouth. While I couldn’t remember her name, I’d seen her with one of the...

“You stay away from my Bobby, Mrs. Fisher, you...” When her gaze roamed my frame, I caught the brief lingering before she met my eyes and tightened thin, sculpted brows. “You ugly old hussy.”

From deep inside me, a growl built. First, she was full of shit. The way she kept scanning me, she damned sure knew I was good looking. Second, the girl was shaking like a leaf as she spoke. And third...

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you prissy little bitch?”

Nope, that was not what I replied. Oh, it was what I thought. However, I flashed her my smiliest smile while raking a hand through my hair.

“First, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I could bullshit as well as she could. “And second, why’s a girl as drop-dead gorgeous as you even worried? As you said, I’m—ugly.”

“Uh...”

Nonplussed, the young woman smacked her lips while her brain struggled for a reply. She’d expected my original response. But I’d been handling competition like her since long before she was a zygote. Once they’d lost the dark clouds, though confused, her eyes were quite pretty. And her slim, but impressive figure was wrapped in black workout clothes. So, I was a target of opportunity and not being stalked. Better news.

“You have something to discuss with me, whatever your name is? Then let’s talk about it like civilized women. My husband and son are fishing early tomorrow morning. Come over and we’ll chat. In fact, I dare you. Do you kids still do that? Dare each other.”

“Y-Yes.” As her voice wavered, she took a step back and looked around. After putting her hands on her hips, she wore that fierce face again. At that point, it only made her cuter. “I’m Bobby’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you made that quite clear.” I laughed.

“Oh. Uh, my name is Erin.”

“Well, Erin, you adorable redhead. And Bobby’s girlfriend. I dare you. Tomorrow morning.”

Before she could respond, I lowered the hatch and slipped into the driver’s seat. With a vacant expression, she stepped aside as I pulled from the space. I almost waved, but she’d probably have exploded.

That evening, as Hank caressed my hair in a darkened movie theater, he whispered, “Really, that’s what you said?” There was a quiver in his voice.

After slurping clear of his very full dick, I shifted my sore jaw and nodded. Then I eased my legs wider so my son, seated on the other side, could push his fingers deeper into my panties. The little miniskirt was nothing but a roll of shiny black satin around my waist. Fuck, I loved going to the movies again.

When a quiet moan slipped from me, I looked around at the crowd. But it was a summer blockbuster. Loud space battles, noisy rodents with lasers, and plenty of booming explosions. So as long as the boys held their huge popcorn buckets just so, nobody knew what was happening.

“You think she’ll show up tomorrow, mom?” Davey said as his thumb pressed on my fire button again.

Rather than risk an answer with another moan building, I dropped my lips onto Hank, letting his throbbing silken cockhead absorb the noise. And from his tensing, the vibrations along with my tight fist’s faster strokes were working magic on the poor boy.

Although Davey had heard about my visit to Bull’s place earlier, I’d only just provided Hank with a very detailed account on the drive to the theater. Unlike my son, who’d been amused, from the narrowing of Hank’s beautiful eyes, I wasn’t sure whether he’d become jealous or horny. But as soon as we’d taken our seats, I’d slipped my hand into his jeans to play with him. At his hungry groan, I relaxed. Horny.

As Davey’s rubbing thumb revved me up again, I managed a shaky nod before driving lower over Hank’s bucking crotch. No sooner had his fat head popped into my throat than the first lengthy gush of warmth flooded my belly. He hadn’t said as much, but as more and more jets erupted, I was fairly sure the rumors of him leaving his girlfriends were true.

And I was torn by that. Being a toy for Bull’s family was one thing, but I hadn’t considered an obsession. Either Hank’s or angry little Erin’s. While more fun than it’d been in years, my life was becoming ever more complicated.

As the theater blurred and the first actual scream ripped from me as a burbling wet slurp along Hank’s draining shaft, any further worries slipped away.

Later, as I sat there staring at the moving things on the blurry screen, I reclined with a sigh. Under a sheer ivory blouse, Hank’s fingers roamed inside my bra, teasing my tits. Davey only laughed when I raked my still shaky nails over the tight crotch of his jeans. He’d have me to himself later. Each gentle squeeze of Hank’s fingertips on my stiff nipples or the soft press of Davey’s hand on my trembling thigh pulled a whimper from me. Together, these boys were pure torture. Such deliciously pleasurable torment.

“What are you gonna do if she does show up?” Hank whispered while rolling one of my stems.

“Mmm, baby. Well, I don’t know.” I squirmed as my son’s fingernail scratched the soaked lace of my panties. “Fuck, you two are keeping me so fucking horny.”

“Maybe that’s the secret, mom.” Davey laughed. “Where do you think we get it from? You keep us just as aroused.”

And boom, a plan was born.

But first I had to pay a tax for my new life. As we left the theater, me hanging off both boys’ arms, a tight-lipped older man gestured us closer. His gaze spent more time on my skimpy outfit than on them. Busted.

“Excuse me, miss.”

“Yes.” As heat roared up my face, I gulped. I hadn’t been caught in public since college.

“There are cameras in the theaters.” Again, his eyes dropped. Hank had my bra in his back pocket, and I was definitely shining my tight-as-fuck high beams through the translucent top. “And what you were doing with these ... Uh, these young men was inappropriate.”

“I’m ever so sorry, uh”—I slipped from the boys to squint at his crooked nametag—”Kevin. What could I do to make amends?”

Oh, the look on his face? It was his turn to turn bright red, and his entire body trembled. With a grin, I turned to Davey and Hank.

“Why don’t you wait for me in the car?”

After exchanging glances, the pair wandered into the crowd, glancing over their shoulders. In silence, I followed Kevin towards a nondescript door.

Not ten minutes later, I sashayed across the parking lot with a huge smile on my face. Both sets of eyes tracked me from Hank’s car.

“What happened?” He asked as I slid into the passenger side.

All I did was tilt my head back and open my mouth. As my tongue swirled in Kevin’s tasty if small load, they both gasped. Then laughed. After two swift gulps, I joined them while sweeping my tongue around my lips.

“Jesus, mom.” As my son continued chuckling, Hank’s laughter petered off. “You’re unstoppable.”

“I am, aren’t I.” I ran my fingertips along Hank’s shaking jaw. “Oh, and, uh, dear, sweet Kevin told me we can catch a movie any time we want.”

While Davey chuckled, my handsome, brooding Hank remained silent as he drove us home.

Later that night, as I slid into bed after a long shower, I snuggled tight to my husband. With a sigh, Tom ran his fingers over my bare back.

“No pajamas?” he whispered.

“No, sweetie.” My hand found his hardening rod. “I need to fuck.”

“Jesus, Mary.” He gulped as he stiffened under my stroking fingers. “You’re incorrigible these days.”

“Are you complaining?” I replied, while sliding over him.

“Nuh-uh.” He smiled up at me in the darkness.

The smile became a silent “O” when I slid downward, taking his pulsating cock into me. With his hands running along my ribs, I sank further. All the while I gazed into his eyes, watching for any hint he’d noticed I was slicker than usual.

“Oh, God, hon.” Left him as a hoarse whisper. I relaxed. “Mmm, you feel so good.”

“It’s okay.” After settling onto his pelvis, I clenched his embedded shaft. Filled with our son’s seed, I was so slick. It had taken no time at all to engulf him. “You can say the word, Tom.”

“What?”

“That my tight pussy feels so good.” I chuckled. “I know what it is, baby.”

At first his fingers tightened, but as I rose and fell, he swallowed and loosened his grip. Even as he thrust upwards into me, synching with my motions, he stared up into my eyes but remained silent. At last, he gulped.

“Your pussy, Mary, is wonderful. I love everything about it. And you.”

At my chuckle, he laughed. We were both still giggling when the first wave smashed me into a moaning wreck. After the movie and a quick side trip into our son’s bedroom as Tom had showered, I had little stamina left. What few screams I’d possessed had been fired into Davey’s pillow earlier as he’d taken me like a wild beast, bent over his bed.

Once my husband had reclaimed me, flooding me with his loving seed, I slipped downwards to clean his slackening flesh. As I slurped loudly for his benefit, the intermingled flavors of two of the men I loved most were intoxicating. Sick, perhaps, but I didn’t care. It was wonderful and Tom was not complaining as groan after groan continued to leave him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us tomorrow?” he said in a shaky, low voice.

After leaving his shiny, clean cock behind, I slid up to hug his chest. “You gonna fuck me again, naughty man? Hmm? Out on the lake? We haven’t done that in a while.” I giggled, then poked at his ear with my tongue. “Thought you two were going to fish?”

After a quiet laugh, he ran his fingers through my hair and sighed. “God, I love you, Mary.”

“I know, baby.” I pushed my lips to his for a quick kiss before a yawn escaped me. “Love you, too. But, no, I’ve got something to do tomorrow morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yep,” is all I said before snuggling tighter.

Despite him awaiting more details, I let my eyelids close and skimmed my hand downwards to grasp his soft pole. When he moaned and his cock twitched in my palm, whatever he’d sought fell away as well.

In the morning, I smiled towards the rising sun. A bright orange ball in a cloudless pastel blue sky. Perfect. As I took a long time on my first joint, I swirled the very last thick wad of my hubby’s salty cum.

Tom’s face had been priceless when I’d ambushed him in the garage. He hadn’t noticed Davey watching. It wasn’t just me being sluttier by having an audience, which was always fucking amazing. No. In my own way, I was also making a point. Although Davey was my son, Tom was the man I’d married.

With a sigh, I let Tom’s deliciousness slither down my throat.

“Yep, that’s me,” I murmured while sending a cloud of smoke towards the window. I giggled. “Setting boundaries.”

Or trying to set them. Not that they’d survive. Davey’s wink and the slow glide of his fingers along his beautiful trapped hard-on were so tempting. My heart hammered, but they’d left before I could act. Hey, at least I’d tried to behave.

Speaking of trying. I also did my best to let the weed mellow me. No idea if my plan for Erin would work. Teasing Hanks’ mom, Stacy, was one thing; she’d always had the hots for me. So getting her to back down after her son had spilled the beans had been easy.

But Erin, I knew nothing about. Bobby, I remembered from the beach trip. He was a bit of an asshole. Had tried to get a little too rough. Bull could be rough. Hell, so could Hank. But that kid had a weird vibe. I slapped him down, literally slapped his hard cock, and he behaved after that. But the looks he gave me as I partied with the others came back to me.

I wasn’t impressed.

But I could see him blabbing to his girl to rile her. Or shame me. Or both. For his benefit, I was sure.

The question was, would Erin know any of that, or did she believe everything he said? Because I’m positive he embellished his account. He seemed the type. For the millionth time, I ran my fingers under my suit, pulling it taut. It was another micro-kini. Rather than my usual black, it was nothing but shiny gold triangles and strings.

“Go big or go home,” I whispered to my reflection, before filling two large wine glasses with a Pinot Grigio.

And, I mean, what choice did I have? And that assumed she’d even show up. A few wild-eyed stares and a feisty attitude hardly made for a legit reason to discuss her love life with a strange woman. One whom she’d accused of being with her creepy beau. Not to mention, towards the end of our brief parking lot encounter, she’d looked pretty scared.

“But you never know.” I snuck a little sip to wash the salty taste from my mouth and giggled. Oh, yeah, the smoky West African goodness was also doing its work. “Besides, she is awfully cute.” Then I gulped and stared at my red-cheeked face in the glass. “Fuck. Why am I so damned horny?”

Thirty minutes later, when she still hadn’t arrived, I made another cup of coffee. But with the spliff gone, I decided to start early, dumping a healthy splash of bourbon into my cup.

While treasuring every sip, sigh after lengthy sigh escaped my lips. At the chiming of the doorbell, I jolted.

“Fuck. Props to her.” My eyebrows arched as I lowered the mug. “She actually has the guts to show up.”

After sliding into my heels, I placed the full glasses on a table by the open sliders and scanned the rear deck. Towels still in place and a soft, humid breeze. The hot tub was frothing away. Not that I saw us spending any time in it. But I would later that afternoon until the boys returned.

Once I’d dashed to the foyer, I did a quick check in the wall-mounted mirror. After sweeping my hair back tighter in its ponytail and adjusting the microscopic triangles affixed to my tits, I smiled.

“Show time, ancient ugly one,” I whispered before giggling.

Right as I tugged the door open, I slipped the most saccharin mommy smile onto my face.

“Well, hello there, Erin.” I noted her hot-pink Mercedes convertible coupe in the driveway. “You look stunning. It’s so wonderful of you to come.”

As I gave her longish, cute pink shorts and fluffy short-sleeved blush-toned button-down sweater a quick scan, her eyes didn’t know where to focus. My ear-to-ear smile? My tits? The tiny golden triangle taut to my pubic bone? My legs, lengthened by five-inch gilded stilettos? As her gaze kept flicking around, I swore I could smell burning as her mind melted. Yeah, so much for her thinking of me as old. Or ugly.

Did I let up? Nope, that was my cue to pour it on. After gesturing her inside and closing the door, I clasped her fluff-covered ribs.

“Damn. Aren’t you absolutely adorable? This is the cutest sweater.” As her cheeks darkened, I slid my hands onto her bare midriff and turned her from side to side. “Too cute. You’re simply amazing, Erin.” As she swallowed, I held in a chuckle. Boom. The head shot. “God, I wish you were mine.”

As her mind fizzled, she stared at me. That question hung on her opening lips. “My what?” Daughter? Girlfriend? Pet? But even as the last vestiges of whatever anger she’d been nestling vaporized, I gripped her by the elbow.

“Come on.” My smile widened. For a moment, I felt sorry for her, overwhelmed as she was. She’d clearly not expected that reception. And I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. “Let’s get comfortable.”

Once by the open sliders, I handed her a glass of wine.

“Oh, uh, were you at the pool?” She stared at the glimmering blue waters and the towels on nearby lounge chairs.

“Not yet. I was waiting for you. It’s such a wonderful day outside. I figured we could splash around while chatting.” I pointed to the hot tub. “Or soak, if you want.”

“Uh, I don’t have a suit.” As her glittering green eyes found mine, she chewed her lower lip.

“No problem, sweetie.” When I giggled, she tilted her head. “We’re pretty remote out here, remember? Besides, it’s only us girls. Well, me, the ancient—what did you call me—skank, and you, the cute girl.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about that, Mrs. Fisher. I mean—”

“It’s okay, hon. You were pissed. I understand.” Before she could react. I lowered my glass and released the top button of her sweater.

“Drink up. I’ve got this. Looks like you could use a little wine right now. Trust me. It’ll help us talk.”

For a fleeting moment, I saw the confusion flooding her wide eyes. She stared at my fingers, undoing a second button, then the glass in her hands before meeting my grin. Although her perky chest heaved, she remained motionless, letting me release a third button, revealing her—wait for it—yep, pink silken bra.

“Uh, um, I’m, uh, not old enough to drink, uh, Mrs. Fisher.”

“You are here. I said so.”

Despite her jerking at my words, the wineglass flew to her lips as I undid the last of the buttons. Oh, and bingo. A front clasp held the brassiere.