A Balmy Spring
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, mt/Fa, ft/ft, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Son, Cousins, Group Sex, Polygamy/Polyamory, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Cream Pie,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Brody's life in Georgia is winding down, as he and his mother prepare to move across the country. He yearns to be with Mia and Shay, but is sad to leave Cassie behind. As if a move and teenage romances weren't tough enough, Brody has to deal with a new set of personal challenges, ones that threaten everything he holds dear, including his view of himself. The sequel to 'A Winter's Warmth'.
balm-y [bah-mee] (adj.)
1. Mild and refreshing; soothing
2. Crazy; foolish
I kept looking behind me at the hunk of dirty blue metal that was strapped to the trailer. It wasn't much to look at, and I probably wouldn't have been very excited if it hadn't been for Dad's boundless enthusiasm.
"She's a beaut, isn't she, Brod?"
I looked up at Dad, who was sitting beside me and grinning from ear to ear. We were riding in the cab of an old pickup truck that belonged to Big Jim, a friend of Dad's. I was sandwiched between the two men, and I felt tiny, which was a pretty rare event given the fact that I was taller than most of the other 11 and 12-year-olds in my class. Dad was several inches over six feet and had broad shoulders. Jim was a couple of inches taller than that, and was broad just about everywhere.
I didn't answer Dad's question. I just returned his smile and went back to looking at the old car. It was going to be mine when I turned 16, but it was a project for me and Dad to do together until then. I didn't know anything about cars, but Dad had rebuilt a car with Grandpa and wanted to pass the tradition on to me. We didn't really need excuses to spend time together, since we were good buddies, but I was pretty sure this was as much for Dad's enjoyment as it was for my future, if not more so.
Ten minutes later, the car was sitting at the curb in front of our house and Dad was shaking hands with Jim. When Jim drove away, Dad stood next to me and we gazed at the vehicle. It was mostly light-blue under the layer of dirt, except for a torn, white vinyl top and faded black paint that covered the bulge in the middle of the hood.
"Oh my goodness, what have I agreed to?"
We both looked towards the porch at Mom, who was staring at the car with a much different expression on her face than either of us. She seemed a bit wary as she gave it a once over.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Dad asked.
"She a rusty hunk of metal, Derrick."
"Maybe now, but you have to see past all that to what her potential is." Dad started walking slowly around the car, caressing it like it was a priceless artifact. "She's a Charger Rallye, Tracy, a high-output 340 with 240 horsepower. White vinyl top, blacked-out grille; she was high-performance, and when Brody and I are done with her, she'll be better than she was off the assembly line in '73."
Mom rolled her eyes, but I could see the beginning of a smile on her lips. Dad's enthusiasm really was infectious.
"Well, that may be, but what I really want to know is how long will it be in front of my house?" She'd moved off the porch and was standing beside me. "It really doesn't do much for the curb appeal."
Dad completed his circuit of the car. "Just until I can get the garage cleaned out, then I'll have Jim move it." Dad swept Mom up in his arms and kissed her soundly. "Thanks for agreeing to this, Baby. It's gotten me pretty excited."
He started gnawing on her neck, making her giggle and fidget in his arms. I rolled my eyes and moved next to the car, peering inside the dirty driver's window. The interior was torn up, too. I tried the driver's door and it screeched and groaned as I pulled it open.
"Climb inside, Son," Dad said. I did and he leaned in behind me. "You'll look good rolling down the street in this, some pretty little thing gracing the seat beside you."
"He's twelve, Derrick," Mom said. I could see her standing behind him, her cheeks flushed and the smile still on her face. "He'll get interested in girls soon enough. You don't need to encourage him now."
"Let's pop the hood and see what we've got inside."
As Dad played grease monkey under the hood, I imagined what it would be like to do what Dad said, rolling down the street with a cute girl sitting beside me. I had to admit, it felt good. I reached up and pretended to crank the key.
"Vroom ... vrooooom, ruuumble..." I said, as I pretended to fire it up.
I glanced at Mom and she smiled back at me. "Like father, like son."
"Crank it again, Brody! I think I have it this time."
My flashback was interrupted by the deep voice coming from under the hood. I could see John's arm sticking out from under there, mimicking turning the key. I grabbed the key, held my breath and turned. The engine turned over a couple of times and then with a cough, it loudly rumbled to life. A grin split my face.
John whooped and pulled his head out. His grin mirrored mine. His lips moved as he said something, but the engine was LOUD and I couldn't hear him. I climbed out of the car and he immediately threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a side hug.
"We did it, Son!" he practically yelled.
He was right. WE did it. We'd spent what seemed like a dozen hours working on it during the last two days. He didn't just tell me what he was doing; he put the tools in my hand, showed me what to do, and let me do it. It was infinitely satisfying.
"Go ahead and shut 'er down!" he yelled. "I've got a few more adjustments to make, then you can take her for a spin!"
I reached into the car and turned it off. The engine rumbled to a stop. The cool late-winter air suddenly seemed unnaturally quiet, then clapping from the house broke the silence. We turned and saw Mom and Cassie standing there. Cassie was clapping and Mom was shaking her head.
"I can't believe you actually got that thing to start!" she said, in amazement. "But will it actually move from this spot?"
"Of course it will," John said, feigning offense that she would even THINK to question our work. "I'm going to tweak a couple of things and turn Brody loose in it."
Mom furrowed her brow as she and Cassie came over to us. "I'm not so sure that I like the thought of turning him loose in a muscle car that hasn't been driven in more than a decade," she said. Then she grinned at me. "At least that means it can find a new home in the garage. I guess it wasn't misplaced optimism that led you to clean the garage out last week, was it?"
As she reached us, she slipped her arms around John's waist, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he was covered in grease. She warmly kissed him. Cassie moved to slip her arms around me, then scrunched her nose when she noticed that I was covered in grease.
"Gee, thanks," I muttered, then grabbed her and mashed my lips against hers. She squealed and tried to push me away, uselessly beating her fists against my shoulders. When I finally broke the kiss, Cassie stepped away and made a show of looking herself over for grease. Mom and John were laughing at us. "Thanks for helping me get this thing running, John," I said. "I owe you big time."
"Nonsense; just take care of your mother for me."
"Sure thing." I glanced at Mom, suddenly feeling a bit sheepish. "Um, sorry for taking so much of John's time while he was here. I know his time was limited."
John was at the tail end of a business trip that started up in Atlanta a week ago, and ended with three days with us, two of which had pretty much been spent working on my car. Mom dismissed my apology. "I got my time in. Besides, we're going to dinner and a show tonight, so our weekend isn't over yet."
As if on cue, my stomach rumbled, which made everyone laugh.
"Dinner sounds good to me," I said. "How 'bout it, Cass? Wanna grab a bite to eat, then come back here for a movie?"
"Fine, but only if I get to pick the movie this time. Riding around in this beast and watching a man flick would be way too much testosterone for me."
Despite her teasing about getting greasy, Cassie really wasn't prissy nor stuck up. After all, she was the one who liked to get it on when I was still sweaty from track practice. If she was embarrassed to be seen in this old beat-up car, she sure didn't act like it. She was just as normal as ever even when we pulled into the Sonic near my house and saw several kids from school.
I, on the other hand, was anything but. I puffed my chest out and was feeling all manly about being behind the wheel of such a machine. If I'd been walking, I'm sure I'd have been strutting. Cassie apparently didn't like my attitude, because she said I was a primate and threatened to withhold after-dinner sex if I didn't cool it. Needless to say, I mellowed. I'm not stupid.
As we were driving home, Cassie reached over and thumbed off the stereo Fuzz and I had installed a while back in HOPES of having a drivable machine. I figured Cassie was getting tired of the thumping bass, but she turned in her seat, pulled her knee up, and slipped one foot under her other leg so she could face me. Then she just looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I can't believe you're moving."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.
"I've just barely gotten to know you," she went on. "Yet, you're the best friend I've ever had, and now you're leaving."
"I'm not leaving NOW. We still have until the summer. It's not even March yet."
"You know what I mean. What am I going to do without you?"
"You have Danica now."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't mean sex, Goof. I mean, there's no one else who knows me like you do; no one else I feel as comfortable talking to and sharing my feelings, emotions, and dreams with. I just like spending TIME with you."
"I'll still just be a short call or IM away. I'll always be there for you to talk to."
"I know," she sighed, "But it won't be the same."
I reached out and grabbed her hand, reassuringly squeezing it. "I'm sorry things can't be different."
She gave me a funny look. "I just really..." Then she looked down at my hand holding hers. "Never mind."
She took a deep breath and gave me a mischievous grin. "I'm just going to have to take advantage of the short time I have you."
"Uh, should I be scared?"
She turned in her seat to face the front. "Of course not; just plan on being tired for the next three months." She was quiet for a few seconds. "Can't this big behemoth drive faster?"
It could, and we were home within 15 minutes, where she pushed me naked onto my bed, and slithered her naked self up until she was straddling my hips. I groaned. My cock was bent up, sandwiched between my belly and her hot, slick pussy. She rested her hands on my chest and rocked her hips against me. The shaft of my cock split her swollen lips.
"Mmm," she hummed, "I love the feel of you between my legs."
She kept rolling her hips and the wet heat kissing my cock slipped over the knob just a bit before sliding back down my shaft. I groaned and twitched, making her groan as well.
"I especially love the feel of your penis between my labia."
I opened one eye and looked at her. I hadn't realized they were closed.
"Penis? Labia?" I tried to appear confused, but her gyrations sent me into orbit again.
"Just trying the words out; what do you prefer, COCK and PUSSY LIPS?"
I groaned as she sped her gyrations up. "I don't care what you call them, just stop teasing me. I'm going crazy here."
She giggled, then rose up, freeing my cock to stand at full attention, and sank down again in one motion, impaling herself on my shaft. We both groaned simultaneously.
"Oh, shit," I gasped, "You feel so fucking good."
"God, so do you," she moaned, as she began to grind her clit against my pubic bone. Her movements were minute, enough to keep me poised on the precipice, but not enough to get me over. They were enough to get her over, though. I kept trying to thrust into her, but she let her body move with mine, all the while grinding until her upper chest flushed red and her nipples crinkled.
"Ooooh," she moaned. Her pussy walls began to flutter around my staff, then her body started to quiver and her brow furrowed. "Ooooh ... ooooh ... OOOOH, GAWD!" she cried out, as her pussy clamped on my cock. "UUNGH," she grunted, and her pussy clamped again, then again.
I was dying by then; my cock was throbbing and my lust nearly uncontrollable. With a growl, I flipped her over and began to pound her. Her body continued to tremble and jerk in pleasure. She opened her eyes, glassy and twinkling, and smiled at me, little grunts forcing through her lips each time I pistoned into her.
"Fuck me hard, Lover," she said, "Nail me to the mattress."
Cassie always did like it hard, and she knew just how to get me to the point where I could give it that way without hesitation.
So I pounded. Hard. She was gasping and crying out constantly. I finally collapsed my weight onto her, crushing her full breasts between us, and began rapid-fire fucking.
"Uuungh ... uungh ... God ... Brody ... Oh FUUUCK!" She came again, and I was with her this time.
"Holy FUUUCK!" I cried out, as my body jerked and the first rope of spunk scalded her insides. "Uungh ... uungh..." More jerks and more come flooded her already saturated pussy. We rocked together, kissing and groaning in pleasure, until we collapsed in exhaustion.
"I am ... following you ... to Arizona," she teased, as she fought to catch her breath.
If she didn't kill me first.
Cassie and I had done an early dinner, and after a second round of more leisurely sex, she said she had to get home to do her homework, even though it was Saturday night. She and Danica, her secret girlfriend, were going somewhere with Danica's family the next day and she wouldn't have time to do her homework then. That was fine with me. I only put on a pair of sweatpants to see Cassie off, and I was now leaning back against my bed's headboard, laptop in my lap, listening to my music, and chatting with MY girlfriends. Mia and I were chatting about our spring break trip, when Shay interrupted to talk about some inane thing from school, and the girls were off and running in that direction. Linkin Park's 'One Step Closer' was blaring at me from my laptop speakers, which was fitting. I had to regain control of the conversation, so I typed some of the lyrics...
Shut up ... shut up ... shut up, when I'm talking to you.
Their messages stopped.
Well, that was rude, Shay typed.
That was accompanied by an emoticon with the tongue sticking out.
Drastic times ... I typed back.
Hummph, Shay electronically pouted.
Mia sent a laughing emoticon.
So we probably get the two days of each of our breaks, plus the weekend sandwiched between them, I said. That's six days.
The spring break trip was about a month away, in late March/early April. We were going to Texas to visit Mia's grandparents (Shelly's parents) and stay on their ranch. The problem was that the girls' break was the week after mine. So our parents agreed that if we worked hard the first part of the semester, we could each take a couple of days off from school to get a few more days together. That meant they'd leave on break a few days early, and I'd go back to school a few days late.
I tried to get Mom and Dad to agree to one more day, but they nixed that idea, Mia messaged. Besides Shay's volleyball team starts spring practice the next week.
I raised my eyebrows.
Shay's going back out for volleyball?
I was shocked. After what happened with her teammates and those pricks who raped her, I was pretty sure that was the end of Shay's volleyball career.
Much of the drama of the fall and winter had to do with Shay's one season foray into volleyball. Two senior teammates had basically convinced her that being good on the court wasn't enough to be successful on THEIR team. With the pressure unknowingly supplied by her parents also weighing on her, Shay felt she had no choice but to go along with the girls. The result was that she started drinking and smoking dope, had sex with the two seniors, nearly ruined her relationship with Mia, then got raped by some guys at a party, with the help of the two girls, of course. Then Shay's dad nearly went schizoid at everything that happened, including his role in it.
Aimee and Tabitha are seniors and won't be involved, Mia replied. Enough rumors have swirled that the coach decided that the tradition of the departing seniors leading spring workouts and participating in selecting the new captains has ended.
What do your parents think about that, Shay? I asked.
Her parents had always insisted that their children be heavily involved in extracurricular activities, and quitting one was not really an option. However, given the events of the fall, they had been adamant that she find something else to participate in.
Mia answered for our girlfriend. Dad Spurlock was up in arms when she told him, but she convinced him that she wasn't going to hide from them. She likes volleyball and wants to play. They relented.
Wow. I was impressed with my fiery redhead. No one would have blamed her for never touching a volleyball again; yet here she was, ready to walk back into the same locker room, same team, and face her fears head on. You girls are pretty amazing, I typed.
I wondered where Shay had run off to. She was being surprisingly quiet during our chat. I began to wonder if she was hurt by my telling her to shut up. She'd always been able to recognize my teasing before.
Speaking of amazing, Mia typed; my grandparents' ranch house sits on a bluff with an amazing view. It overlooks this wild river valley that's all rocky and rugged.
I thought that sounded pretty cool, and I started to respond, but then noticed Shay was typing something.
Hey, Guys, guess what I just did?
I smirked at her question. She was baiting us to distract us from our conversation. I was going to tease her and ignore her question, but then she posted another one.
I'll give you a hint ... I had to shimmy out of my shorts and panties to do it.
Mia responded, which was good, because I no longer had any blood in my brain to make it work. Nice to know the Mia-effect was alive and well, courtesy of Shay.
Mmm ... that's a wonderful visual, our dark-haired, brown-sugar skinned lover typed. Do tell.
So earlier, Shay typed, I was looking at some pictures of Brody and you from the ski trip, and I got all horny. I didn't have anything handy ... well, I had my HAND, but that wasn't gonna be enough, so I grabbed my hairbrush and started frigging my little pussy.
Uuh ... I pressed my hand into my lap, putting pressure on my swollen cock.
Oh, my, Mia said. Oh my, indeed.
I pretended it was Brody's cock, even though it doesn't fill me up as wonderfully as the real thing. I licked the fingers of my other hand and started flicking my little love button like it was Mia's tongue. Then I came all over my desk chair. It's probably gonna stain the fabric.
My cock was in my hand at this point, and little jolts of pleasure pulsed through me as I stroked up over the knob and back down to the base.
Mia was typing. You're right, Baby, the brush isn't filling me like Brody, either, but my God, does it feel good, especially when I pretend my fingers are your tongue all over my clit. I need two hands for this. Hold on.
Both of them now? Damn, I wished it really WAS my cock filling their pussies. I looked down at my stroking hand and imagined it was a tight teenage pussy wrapped around my cock instead. A ping drew my attention back to the screen.
Shay had sent a picture.
I clicked it and a moment later was treated to an amazing sight; Shay, naked from the waist down, in the midst of self-pleasure. God, I loved digital cameras! My hand started moving faster.
Another ping and I was treated to a virtually identical picture of Mia. Spunk was boiling in my balls.
I suddenly heard the front door open and close, and the laughter of obviously happy adults drifted to my ears. The distraction took a bite out of my horniness, and thanks to my earlier orgasms with Cassie, the urge to have one now was receding.
I just came! Mia typed. So good, so good.
I'm gonna come again! Shay typed. Hold on...
I gotta go, I typed. Mom and John just walked in.
Mwuah! Love you, Cutie! Mia responded.
Sluurp! Love you, Studly! Shay teased. Mia, call me so we can hear each other!
I grinned and shook my head at their antics, then slapped my laptop closed. I climbed out of bed, but hesitated at the door until my ... rigidity ... lessened. When I felt my sweats were not drawing attention to anything obscene, I went to tell Mom and John goodnight. It didn't register, until I was turning the corner into the family room, that the tone of their laughter had changed. She was laughing that girlish kind of giggle she gets when she's horny, and his laugh had a growl to it. I froze mid-step when I saw them. They were standing in front of the couch. Mom's blouse was open, revealing her lacy bra, and John's face was buried in her neck. His hands were up under her skirt, probably squeezing her world-class ass cheeks. Before I could reverse direction, Mom opened her eyes, and instead of pushing John away to cover up, she smiled at me.
"Hey, Sweetie," she said. It was obvious from her movement and words that she'd been drinking. She wasn't plastered or anything, but she was definitely tipsy. John tried to pull his head away, but her hand on the back of his head kept him there. He didn't fight her too hard, and went back to sucking on her neck.
"Uh, sorry..." I said, about the interruption. I could feel the blush down to my toes.
"Nonsense," she said, with her voice low and throaty. "Did you have a nice evening?"
"Uh, yeah. I, um, was just coming to tell you goodnight."
"That's sweet." Her eyes locked with mine. "Give me a goodnight kiss?"
That would be a bad idea. I knew that before I even took a step in her direction. I mean, sure, Mom and I had sex, something John already knew and accepted. And I obviously knew she and John had sex. But we'd always kept those two things separate, even when we talked. She didn't share things about sex with John OR Shelly, and I didn't share anything about my other sexual relationships. It just seemed like that was crossing some boundary. I almost laughed at that. We were having incestuous sex; we absolutely obliterated every boundary long ago. I didn't laugh, though, because this was serious. We'd established some unspoken line between those two parts of our lives.
I knew it was a bad idea with each step I took towards Mom. My dick, still angry about the interrupted cybersex, kept telling my brain that I was only giving her a goodnight kiss. My brain saw the hungry light in Mom's eyes as she watched me move closer, and it chastised my dick for lying.
When I stopped next to Mom, I didn't care whether this was a good or bad idea anymore. John's hands were still kneading the amazing globes of Mom's ass. He'd worked her skirt up to her waist and I could see his hands cupping them while he nibbled on her neck and shoulder. Her eyes closed halfway, but she never took them off mine. She sighed as she sensuously slipped her free arm around my waist and pulled me against her. As our lips pressed together, she grabbed my ass and pulled my hips hard against hers. She groaned into my mouth when she felt the steel bar that pressed into her.
My mind was spinning as we kissed. Our tongues were feverish, caressing each other before chasing each other's into one mouth or the other. I was insanely aroused, and Mom's hungry mouth told me she was, too. Her fingers almost painfully dug into my ass cheek as she ground her hip into my crotch.
Something new registered in my brain. I realized I could feel John's massive arm between my stomach and Mom's side. That new sensation kind of cut through the haze of lust that was rapidly consuming me. In that moment of lucidity, I pulled away from Mom. Her eyes remained closed as her plump lips chased mine. She reluctantly loosened her grip on my ass as she frowned.
"Goodnight, Mom," I breathlessly said.
The corners of her mouth twitched up and she opened her eyes just a bit. I felt her hand grab my erection and my eyes opened wide.
"I want to kiss you some more, Baby," she cooed.
"Uuuh..." I stammered.
God, her hand felt so good even outside my sweats. Without another thought, I leaned forward to kiss her again, but she sank down to sit on the edge of the couch instead. John was just a moment behind her, dropping to his knees in front of her. He must have been drinking too, because I was sure that he wouldn't have kept going if he was sober. As it was, he slipped his hands up under her bra, pushing it up and freeing Mom's perky breasts. He quickly sucked one equally perky nipple between his lips, making her moan. I stood there, surprised by this sudden change of events and unsure of what to do.
Mom quickly solved that. Her hand had never stopped fondling my cock, but now she grabbed the waistband of my sweats and boxers and yanked the front down. My cock caught for a second, then sprung free, slapping my belly before Mom caught it in her fist. We both looked at her hand wrapped around my shaft. She pulled it back against my body, pulling the skin tight. A clear bubble of juice appeared on the tip. She hesitated for only another second before flicking her tongue against the tip, capturing the droplet. We both whimpered in pleasure. She slowly slid her hand forward and captured the meaty tip in her mouth, humming as more of my love juice coated the warm flesh of her mouth.
Then she began to give me one of her phenomenal blowjobs. Of all my lovers, nobody sucked cock like my mother. That sounds crude, but there are no words to do her justice in this regard. Her technique and the passionate way she performs her task are without peer. Any doubts that I had were buried beneath the avalanche of lust that was consuming me. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, losing myself to the pleasure. I was close; I knew it wasn't going to take long. She was moaning around my cock, so I looked down to see John's hand now in Mom's crotch, two fingers clearly buried inside her.
My balls jumped and the spunk boiled over, racing up the length of my shaft. With another groan and a jerk of my hips, I came. Mom's whimper of surprise was replaced by another moan as she swallowed each glob of cream. She was coming, too, one of her small orgasms. She could have a seemingly endless string of these tiny orgasms if things were done just right. Somewhere in my mind, I heard John saying he had to be inside her. I jerked my hips forward against her face, the few strong spurts already subsiding.
Now that my lust was temporarily sated, the fog in my brain began to clear. I looked down again and was surprised to see John's thick cock sticking out of the fly of his slacks. He'd pulled the crotch of Mom's panties to the side and she was reaching for him even while she continued sucking the final bit of come from me.
Sudden guilt washed over me. This wasn't right. I didn't know why, exactly, but I just felt like something wasn't right. When John's cock parted the plump lips of her pussy and disappeared inside her, Mom moaned around my semi-turgid cock and shuddered through another tiny orgasm. That triggered me to action. I pulled back, freeing myself from her grasp. She looked up at me, her eyes confused.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I muttered, blushing with shame. Was I apologizing for letting things go too far, or for not seeing it through to the end, just getting my orgasm and not making sure she was satisfied, too? I felt as confused as her expression looked.
"What for, Baby?" she said, as John slowly fucked her, "That was wonderful."
"No, I mean ... I, uh, I ... I just need to go."
I turned without waiting for a response and practically fled the room.
I heard the shower running as I passed the bathroom on my way to breakfast. I wasn't sure if it was Mom or John, though considering that John was leaving that day, my guess is that it was him. That guess was confirmed when I approached the kitchen and heard Mom rattling around in there while she finished up a phone call.
I'd lain in bed awake for a long time the previous night, trying to decipher my feelings. I eventually fell asleep, but slept fitfully. Thirty minutes of lying in bed that morning still didn't help me work it all out, but what I DID work out was that I needed to talk to Mom. Mom and I had always been close, more so since we became sexually involved with each other. The few times that we had failed to talk about something that was bothering us, had led to unnecessary problems. So I finally decided to get up and see if maybe talking with Mom might help me work through things.
" ... drop him at the airport..." she was saying into the phone as I entered the doorway. She had her back to me and was stirring something on the stove. " ... Yes, seeing him two weekends this month WAS nice, but it's going to make the next few months that much more difficult..."
I didn't want to sound like I was eavesdropping, so I made some noise as I entered the room. Mom glanced over her shoulder and greeted me with a smile, though I noticed the smile didn't really reach her eyes. She looked worried and tired. I cursed myself for being so fucking stupid as to let things go as far as they did, then leaving so quickly in the middle without an explanation. I'm sure Mom had worried herself sick all night.
"Breakfast will be ready in a minute, Brody," she said, over her shoulder. "Why don't you grab the milk?"
I went to the refrigerator without a word, and she turned her attention back to the food and her phone conversation.
"What? ... Oh, I will. I'm sure things will be fine ... Um-hmm ... we're looking forward to it ... I love you, too. Bye-bye, Sweetie..."
I was watching Mom from my usual spot at the table. She was dressed in some baggy red-plaid pajama pants and a tight pink baby tee that emphasized her narrow midriff. Her hair was her typical morning mess, but she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me at that moment. If my weakness the night before screwed up my relationship with her, I would ... well, I wasn't sure what I would do, but it wouldn't be good. The lump in my throat and the burning in my eyes told me that crying was eminent if I didn't get a grip. Luckily, I tamped it back before she turned around to hang the cordless phone up in its wall cradle.
"Good morning, Baby," she said. She glanced at me as she poured thick, steaming sausage gravy into a bowl, then brought that and a plate of biscuits to the table.
"Morning," I said, but I couldn't really look her in the eye.
She looked at me for a long, scrutinizing second before turning back to retrieve two empty plates, two forks, and her mug of coffee. She set one plate and fork in front of me and one across from me, obviously for John. Then she sat down next to me.
"As soon as John is out of the shower, he'll eat then need to get on the road."
I had already plated four biscuits and poured a healthy (or unhealthy, as it was) amount of gravy over the top, and was just getting ready to take my first bite. I paused.
"Are you sad he's leaving?" I asked, for lack of anything else to say. I mean, I wanted to talk about last night, but I had to get the courage up. I needed some food in my belly first.
"Of course," she replied, "But this is good. You and I still need some time to, you know, get used to the fact that other people will be in our lives."
I nodded and took a bite. She sipped her coffee. I took more bites and she took more sips, both of us obviously anxious to talk about last night, but neither having the guts to bring it up. I finally decided to be a man and wiped my mouth.
"I'm sorry about last night, Mom."
Mom looked at me for the longest time before setting her cup down. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Son. John and I should be the ones to apologize."
"No, I should have been stronger than that. I knew you had been drinking and weren't quite yourself. I had no right to come into the room and take advantage—"
"Stop right there, Young Man." Mom's tone was stern. "You didn't take advantage of anyone. I practically seduced you into that situation."
"But you had been drinking."
"Which was likely my first mistake."
"I was sober."
"I wasn't THAT drunk. I knew what I was doing, and what I was doing was letting my hormones control my actions."
"So did I, Mom."
"But I ... WE ... I mean, John and I ... we're the adults and should have acted more maturely. I shudder to think how far we would have gone if it wasn't for your restraint."
I didn't know what to say to that. I heard what she was saying, but I refused to completely absolve myself of guilt. So I decided to ask the question that was confusing me.
"Why would it have been so bad if we'd gone further?" I asked.
"Because..." her voice trailed off, "I ... I don't know. It just, when I think about it now, seems like it would have been a terrible mistake. Like having you and John together at the same time, while a pleasant fantasy, just seems ... I don't know..."
" ... like it makes what we have seem dirty?" I offered.
"Yes! Exactly! What you and I have is special to me, Brody. I know most of the world will never understand it; sometimes I'm not even sure I understand it myself. While John and Shelly are accepting of that relationship, it's too intimate and personal to even let those we love be involved in it. I love you, and I love what we have, and I want it to be something we have just between us. It's not just the sex; it's more than that, which is why I cherish it and hold it ... sacrosanct, I guess. Letting someone else into our intimacy seems like it would soil that, like it would become carnal, kinky sex, instead of the wonderful lovemaking that it is. I think you intuitively knew that, even if you never thought about it that way." She sighed. "Does that make sense to you?"
I smiled for the first time that morning. A HUGE weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "Sure it does, Mom, because that's EXACTLY how I feel. We make love. I make love with Mia and Shay, too, but the relationships are different. No less special, just different. It doesn't seem right to mix the two."
I felt a huge sense of relief that not only did Mom see things the way I did, but she didn't want to change things, either. I dove back into my breakfast, suddenly famished and feeling so much better. Mom laughed at my sudden enthusiasm.
"And just like that, everything's good again?" she asked.
I looked up at her. Her eyes were twinkling and merry, a complete change from the worry and fatigue that were there earlier.
"Aren't they?" I asked.
She smiled. "If you feel like they are, then I do too. I never want you to worry about how I feel about you or our relationship."
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you, too, Son." Mom watched me eat until we could hear John coming down the hall, obviously making lots of noise so we'd know he was coming. "Brody?"
"Yeah?" I answered Mom, around a mouthful of scrumptious biscuit and gravy.
"Do you think maybe we could finish tonight what we started last night, just the two of us?"
I'm not sure which was bigger, my grin ... or my sudden erection.
I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for Mom. She was on the phone with John and Shelly. They called when he got home so that Mom would know he was safe, but I gave up and got ready for bed when their talk went all mushy.
I'd been contemplative all day, even when I'd gone to Fuzz's house to watch the "The Dark Knight" for the 100th time since Christmas. OK, it wasn't really 100 times, but it felt like it. The DVD was Fuzz's favorite Christmas gift. It was different this time, though. He'd taken some old speakers a neighbor was throwing out and wired a pretty impressive sound system to the old tube TV in his bedroom. Fuzz was pretty nifty with old electronic gadgets. His parents didn't have much money, but that didn't matter to him. He got most of his enjoyment out of fixing old things and putting them to work in his house. Even his guitar and amplifier had been castoffs destined for the trash heap, until Fuzz got a hold of them.
Still, even with the cool sound, I found my mind drifting back to the previous few days and my conversation with Mom that morning. I'd worked myself into a funk by the time I got home. I had the opportunity to cruise a bit in my newly-running car, but I just didn't feel like it. Mom must have sensed my mood was somber, because, she decided to give me some space when she couldn't draw my feelings out of me.
Now, as I lay in bed, I tried to put my thoughts into some kind of coherent order, because I knew Mom would be in my room before long, sitting beside me, and asking...
"What's wrong, Baby?"
I glanced at her. I only had my bedside lamp on, but it seemed to almost radiantly illuminate her face. I tried to smile at her.
"Nothing really," I replied. I knew I wouldn't get away with that answer, but I was still trying to figure it out.
"Are you still upset about last night?"
I thought on that for a second. "No, not like what you mean."
She raised an eyebrow and slipped under the covers beside me. She was dressed in one of Dad's old dress shirts, with only a few buttons fastened and the sleeve cuffs folded up. She looked so freaking hot, showing her long sleek legs and sexy cleavage. She rested her head on my arm, snuggled against my side and slowly began drawing on my bare chest with her fingernails. Goosebumps popped all over my skin and my nipples hardened. We could both see my cock starting to swell under the sheet, but she chose to ignore it for the time being.
"If not like that, than how?" she asked.
"I don't really know how to explain it, and even if I could, I'm pretty sure it's selfish."
"Well, maybe we can get to the bottom of it if we talk it out. Does it have to do with John's visit?"
"Were you upset that he visited?"
"No, of course not. I had a great time with him, and I know you did, too."
"OK, was it about what you saw last night?"
I started to say it was, but that wasn't right. It wasn't about what I saw, or even about what I knew he and Mom were doing.
"No, it wasn't that. I mean, I know you guys have sex, and that doesn't bother me. It had more to do with nighttime."
"Like, after you went to bed?"
I thought about it and decided that maybe we were getting somewhere, so I nodded.
"Did it bother you that we slept together?"
"Yes!" I said. She hit the nail right on the head. I hadn't realized it until that moment. "Yes, it bothered me that you slept together."
Mom's finger stopped moving on my chest. "It bothers you that I slept with John. Honey, I've slept with John before and it didn't seem to bother you. I mean, you had to know I was going to sleep in the same bed as John and Shelly during our Valentine's trip."
"Yeah, I know. But it just wasn't the same. I mean, here, with him in your room ... I don't know. I think I might have felt a little like I was kicked out of my own place. I mean, I know you have your room and I have mine, but I pretty much sleep in your room all the time. It felt weird to be forced back into my own room."
Mom pushed herself onto her elbow so she could look down at me. Her brow was furrowed and that worried look was back.
"Oh, Brody, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I was afraid something negative would come out of our new relationship, and I guess we found it this weekend, huh? I wonder if maybe—"
I pulled her down until her chest was on mine and her small, soft breasts were mashed between us. I tenderly kissed her lips, then looked her into her eyes.
"First off, I'm not really upset. I think it's starting to sink in that I was only keeping the other side of your bed warm until another special someone came along."
"Is that what you think? That my intimate relationship with you really was just a way to pass the time until I can be with someone else?"
"Well..." It sounded pretty lame when she put it THAT way. I didn't really think that.
"Maybe my physical and emotional need for intimacy was the catalyst that led to us making love, but I hope you can look back on our relationship and know that it was based on our desire to wholly express our love and devotion to each other, emotions that I hope never change. Maybe we will stop being lovers, and maybe we won't. I don't know; but what I DO know is that you were never a 'placeholder' in my mind OR in my heart." She kissed me more firmly. "I love you, Sweetie, and I'll never stop showing that love for you. Right or wrong, I want to feel the closeness we have for a long time to come. Someone else will be taking your spot in my bed, but they will never take your spot in my heart."
I chided myself for my selfish thoughts.
"I know all that, Mom. I'm sorry I was being selfish."
"We need to be OK with others taking important roles in each other's lives. If we can't, then we need to stop what we are doing. I've said before that I won't get between you and normal, healthy relationships." Her expression softened. "What do you want, Brody? Should we stop making love?"
What did I want? I couldn't have Mom completely, and when I thought about it, I really didn't WANT Mom that way. I didn't imagine her filling the role of wife like I did Mia, Shay, and even Cassie. So could I handle the intimacy we had knowing that she would really belong to someone else? I knew I could. I knew I wanted her to be happy, and being with John and Shelly made her happy. I smiled at her.
"I want to sleep with you tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night until we move, unless John or Shelly is with you. And I want to make love to you every one of those nights."
She smiled and leaned over to kiss me. She sucked my bottom lip as she pulled away. "Then make love to me now, my beautiful boy."
Our lovemaking was slow and sensual, so different from the near fiasco of the previous night. Her lips grazed my skin from my lips, all the way down until she took me into her mouth. This act was different than the lust-driven blowjob she'd given the night before. It was like she was loving my cock, not lusting for it. I had a whole day's worth of spunk stored up, so she sucked me until my ass was nearly bouncing off the bed.
"Oh, shiiit..." I hissed, as the heat exploded from my cock and filled her mouth. She hummed as she drank me down, then continued to suck and stroke me until I regained my hardness. She moved to straddle my waist, and I barely had time to register the moist heat of her pussy before it was completely wrapped around my shaft.
"Mmm," she cooed, "Making love to you is amazing all the time, but I must admit, this position may be my favorite."
I loved it, too. As she slowly rose and fell on my cock, pausing to grind against the base, I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. I left it open, hanging from her shoulders, and enjoyed the way it framed her fabulous body. My hands slid inside the shirt and up her back, pulling her down to me. I kissed her first, working my tongue against hers for a while, before moving her so I could capture a hard nipple. As I sucked, she had her first orgasm.
"Oooh..." she moaned, but I didn't relent.
A couple of minutes passed.
"Oh, Brody," she sighed, and came again.
A third shuddering went through her about two minutes later, and she was now bouncing on me hard. I chewed first one nipple, then the other, and my hand gripped her ass, helping her drive down hard onto me. Her pussy started quivering around my cock and she landed hard, grinding her clit against my bone.
"Oh, good Lord ... Uungh," she grunted and came HARD.
Her muscles contracted all along the length of my cock and continued to contract outward from there, making her body and limbs jerk and convulse. Her chest and face were flushed a deep red as she felt the peaks of pleasure. I started thrusting up into her, driving my prick through her tightened channel, until my balls jumped and I began to hose down her insides.
"Uungh ... Fuuck..." I groaned, as I bounced her on me. She was sighing happily as my thick spunk filled her.
Then she collapsed forward onto me. Both of us were breathing hard.
"Never, Brody," she panted into my neck, "Never stop loving me like this."
What can I say? I am ever the obedient son.