Chapter 3

Arriving at school, thoughts of Dad’s return kept nagging at me. I knew it was my responsibility to protect Mom and keep her safe, so I began searching for employment opportunities. By Wednesday evening, I had a list of potential jobs. Just as I was about to start submitting my resumes, my phone chirped. It was a text from Stacy, asking how my weekend went.

Feeling guilty for not contacting her sooner, I immediately called her. She answered, “Hi, Ryan. What a pleasant surprise. How are you doing?”

“Fine, but you gave me some bad advice,” I replied.

“Oh, no. What happened?” she asked, genuinely worried that things had gone amiss.

“You told me to buy my mother a bouquet of flowers, but I should have bought two,” I responded, chuckling. “One for her and another for you. Thank you so much for helping her.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet? It worked out far better than I thought it would. I actually didn’t want anything except for him to leave me alone, so I made him pay by making your mother’s dreams come true. I thought it was a nice touch, making him pay for her attorney, too. So, I take it she’s happy with the outcome?”

“She couldn’t be any more pleased,” I replied. “We owe you so much, I don’t know how we can ever repay you.”

“You can do one thing for me,” she said, pausing to collect her thoughts. “I love our chats and would love to continue. I consider you a good friend and hope you feel the same. Has it been hard to keep up with your studies through this?”

“A little, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve decided to move back home and get a job. I don’t want Mom to worry about Dad returning, plus she needs help around the house. I can finish school at a later time. In fact, I was preparing to contact some employers when you texted me.”

“Oh, that’s too bad you can’t finish,” she said, her voice reflecting her disappointment. “What kind of work are you looking for, and what are the names of the companies?”

Once I described my skills and list of firms, she asked, “What was the name of the second one?” Upon repeating it, she exclaimed, “That’s the one you want! They offer great benefits, pay, and in-house advancement. I know someone there who can help you. She’ll do anything for me.”

“Thanks, Stacy. You’ve done so much for us already. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Think nothing of it,” she replied. “I like helping. I’ll text you the name and time for an interview once I’m able to contact her.”

“Thanks again. Hopefully, you can start looking for an upgrade in men now,” I said in jest.

She giggled and replied, “Actually, I’m thinking of returning to female companionship. They’re much more considerate and caring. Unless, of course, I can find a man like yourself.”

I was glad she couldn’t see me squirm while she flirted with me. “In any case, good luck and keep in touch.”

We said our goodbyes, and I collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. Stacy kept her word and sent me a text the very next day. It simply read, “Ask for Terri, Friday afternoon at three. Good luck.”

On Friday, I nervously drove toward an interview, completely unprepared. Entering the building, I gave the receptionist my name and before I could tell her who I was to meet, she announced, “Terri is ready to meet with you. Third floor.” She pointed to the elevators off to one side.

A smile adorned the face of the office manager as she met me upon my exit from the elevator. She was a cute, twenty-year-old blonde that could brighten any room. “I’m Nancy. She’s ready to meet you, Ryan. Please follow me.”

Entering a large office behind the reception desk, an attractive, red-headed woman, in her mid-thirties, greeted me. “Hi, I’m Terri. I’m so glad to meet you. Make yourself comfortable,” she directed me to a comfortable, stuffed chair in front of her desk.

“What would you like to drink? Kombucha, cold brew, or something stronger?” she asked.

Wondering if it was some kind of test. I replied, “Water will be fine, if it’s no bother.”

Nancy swiveled, walked to the cooler, and brought me a bottle of chilled water. “Thanks,” I said, still unsure of what I was in for.

Terri nodded to her assistant, signaling her to leave us. After the door closed, our meeting progressed even stranger. It wasn’t an interview in the normal sense. She offered me a position, with a salary more than the job warranted. She also said she’d make arrangements at the school for me to finish remotely so I could begin work immediately. There was no way I couldn’t accept on the spot, and I did.

Following the conclusion of our business, her demeanor underwent a shift as she inquired, “May I ask how you’ve come to know Stacy?”

My thoughts scrambled to find a suitable response. Revealing that I had crossed paths with Stacy during her affair with my father was out of the question. Furthermore, I was entirely in the dark about the nature of how much Stacy told Terri. Opting for caution, I chose to answer, “She happens to be employed at the same company as my father, and we’ve exchanged a few words in passing.”

“Fascinating,” she purred, her tongue delicately gliding across her lips. “She might have concealed her emotions from you, but my familiarity with her runs deeper. I have a suspicion that there’s more to the story.”

Her probing expertise caused me to shift my position. Observing my uneasy demeanor, she broke into a smile and reassured me, “Don’t be too tense, Ryan. My inquiries weren’t intended to put you on edge. I was merely intrigued about what’s been happening in my older sister’s life.”

That revelation struck me with a weighty blow. Why didn’t Stacy mention that Terri was her sibling? Their dissimilarity in appearance led me to contemplate whether one of them might have been adopted.

“Noting the surprise etched across your face, it’s quite apparent that she neglected to inform you about the link we share,” Terri astutely pointed out. “It’s quite understandable, given the strained nature of our relationship over the years. It’s heartening to realize that despite our differences, she was open to seeking my assistance.”

Collecting my thoughts, I responded, “There is the possibility that both of you have grown past your differences and will work toward reconciliation.”

Terri’s expression lit up, and she remarked, “Stacy had one thing right. You’re an intelligent young man and will integrate seamlessly. I’ve got another appointment, so perhaps we can delve into my sister’s details later on. It was truly a pleasure to meet you.”

She rose from her seat, extending her hand. As our hands met in a firm shake, she suggested, “Take a week off to transition from tech school. Your official start date will be a week from Monday. Enjoy your break.”

“Thank you very much,” I responded with gratitude. “I’m truly grateful for everything you’re doing for me. I’m committed to living up to your expectations.”

Confidently, she affirmed, “I have no doubt. Give my regards to Stacy.”

Before returning home, there remained an essential visit that I couldn’t overlook — the flower shop. I strolled through the fragrant aisles, taking my time to pick out the perfect bouquet of orchids.

The salesperson arranged my selections in a vase, setting the final product on a table behind the register. I immediately felt a surge of nervousness when he handed me a pen and card. “What should I write?” I asked myself. I decided to keep it simple yet heartfelt. With a steady hand, I wrote, “To my dear and wonderful friend, words cannot express how grateful we are for your help. Your kind and selfless actions have touched our hearts and made a significant impact on our lives. We appreciate everything you’ve done. From Son of a Bastard.”

Handing back the card, I imagined Stacy’s giggle in my head. I knew she’d appreciate the line that began our close relationship.

Arriving home early, I waited patiently by the door for my mother to arrive. I surprised her as she had done to me several times and flung it open as she walked up the sidewalk. “Welcome home,” I said, and hugged her. She wore her old-style clothes, which concealed her curvy body.

“You’re home early,” Mom said with a worried tone. “Is everything okay at school?”

“It’s fine,” I replied. “Let’s go out and eat. I have some good news to tell you.”

“Oh, my. I can’t imagine anything better than what happened last week. In any case, I’m starved. Let me change clothes.”

Minutes later, she emerged, wearing another skimpy sundress. My assumption that she wore sexy clothes to attract a co-worker was wrong. Was she wearing them strictly for me? At that moment, I knew I’d be investigating her journal again.

While we ate, I broke the news. “Believe it or not, I was hired today as an apprentice. They’re allowing me to finish my studies remotely. Upon successful completion, I’ll be eligible for a promotion.”

“Ryan, that’s great news,” she said, with a cautious tone and a polite but subdued expression. “Congratulations. May I ask where you’ll be working?”

After I disclosed the firm, she said, “So, it’s local. I suppose you can’t wait to get your own place and start your life.” Her anxious look reflected her fear of losing her son.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to remain at home,” I said. Her smile immediately returned. “I’d like to repay you for the school loans, plus build up my bank account. I’ll help pay the bills, though. I don’t want to be a freeloader.”

“That’s wonderful. Don’t worry about any expenses. You do enough around the house to earn your keep,” Mom replied. “You were right, though. It’s great news.”

“I need to drive to school tomorrow and bring my stuff home. Do you want to accompany me?” I asked. “It might be kind of boring. I have next week off, so if you’d rather, I can go during the week.”

“I’d love to,” she responded with exuberance. “You can give me a tour when we’re done and have a nice dinner on the way home.” She pulled out her phone, composed a couple of messages, and dispatched them.

“Emergency? What’s the deal?” I asked, glancing at her phone.

“Nothing serious, I sent my boss and co-workers a note that I’m taking next week off,” she said and giggled. “We’re going to make the most of our free time, that is, if you don’t mind going out every day with your mother.”

“Sounds fun. It’ll be nice to take a break from everything,” I responded.

It took longer than I thought it would to pack up my belongings. Mom carefully folded all my clothes and packed them into a couple of suitcases, while I hauled out everything else. After the car was loaded, I escorted my mother around the campus. It wasn’t long before the horny, male students homed in on the sexy MILF, my mother, making her feel uncomfortable with their leering stares. She intertwined her arm with mine and squeezed my hand, as we traversed through each building.

On our way home, we made a pit stop at a cozy diner, where we enjoyed a hearty meal. Meanwhile, Mom animatedly shared her plans for the week ahead. Although I tried to contain my excitement, I was overjoyed at the thought of spending the week with my lovely mother.

On Monday, while we were eating out, Stacy texted, “Love the orchids. Thanks so much!” followed by a string of kissy emojis.

I responded, “You’re welcome. Thanks to you and your sister, I have a new job and a week’s vacation. I’m out with my Mom, seeing the sights.” Wondering if she caught my subtle mention of her sister, my thoughts were answered with her next text.

She wrote, “I’m sorry that I didn’t warn you about my relationship with Terri. It’s kind of complicated and I didn’t want to bore you with my family drama. Anyway, congratulations, and enjoy your week off!” With no more texts, I stowed my phone, returning my attention to my mother.

Mom smiled, and asked, “Anyone I know?”

“No,” I answered. “It’s from a woman called Stacy. You can’t ask me for any details, but she was the one who arranged the settlement between Dad and you.”

“I owe her a great deal of gratitude. Maybe you could introduce us?” she asked, her face expressing the wariness of this mystery woman.

“I will, in due time. She’s kind of busy with her life, but I’ll arrange it sometime in the future.”

That satisfied her and I waited until I was alone in the evening to update Heather on recent events. She agreed that I needed to focus on my mother’s safety until we were confident that Dad wouldn’t return.

The rest of the week lived up to my wildest expectations, as Mom and I spent each day attending various events and attractions. Exhausted from going all day, we snuggled on the couch and watched shows during the evening. Her goodnight hugs became longer and tighter and at some point, she stopped wearing bras under her robe, allowing her soft, full breasts to press into my chest.

On Saturday, I slept in late, and feeling sweaty, I took a long shower. My mind replayed all the times during the week Mom and I flirted, periodically bumping against each other. My prick was at full mast when I walked into my bedroom to dress. Before I could open a drawer, she burst in the door and chided me gently, “Ryan, it’s getting late,” but her words trailed off as she suddenly froze. Her mouth dropped, unable to speak. Her eyes widened and locked onto my rock-hard cock.

“Mom!” I exclaimed. “A little privacy, please. I’m running a little late, but I’ll be out for breakfast in a minute.”

Her face flushed, but her eyes didn’t waver from my jutting pole. I wasn’t about to cover up, secretly glad that she could witness the effects of her sexual flirtations. Finally, she crept backward, turned, and said, “Sorry, food will be ready in a few.”

Her face had returned to her natural color by the time I made it to the kitchen. No mention was made of the awkward incident through breakfast.

During our hug that night, her hand shifted to my lower back and pulled me into her, pressing my hard cock into her belly. I asked myself, “Did she want to ensure what she leered at in the morning was as big as she thought?”

With all that had happened, I snuck into her office to review her latest entries. The first note I wanted to read was when I told her I wanted to stay home. I was curious to know if she genuinely wanted me to live with her. Finding it with ease, I read her inner thoughts.

“Ryan announced he successfully acquired employment today and in so doing, one of my greatest wishes was granted. He wants to remain with me, instead of going out on his own. I couldn’t be happier. Spending time with him makes me feel so good. I hope my new wardrobe encourages him to accompany me on my outings, even though I’m his mother. Every time I catch him staring at my legs or chest, a thrill surges through me.”

I found no entries concerning the morning’s flashing event, so I made a mental note to check the next night. I slept and showered late again on Sunday morning, but Mom didn’t repeat the embarrassing intrusion. She softly knocked and said, “Breakfast is ready, Ryan.”

“Thanks. Be right out,” I responded.

We decided to do the chores we had put off for the week and stayed home all day. Her goodnight hug was a repeat from the previous night, grinding her belly against my groin. A quick peck on the lips finalized the evening and was more than enough fuel to blow up my cock during my masturbatory session soon after.

Drifting off for a bit, post-climax, I awakened at two in the morning and remembered I wanted to check to see if anything had been added to her diary.

Sure enough, I found one from Sunday afternoon.

“It’s taken me a day to think about an incident that happened yesterday morning. Ryan slept in late and I didn’t hear him showering, so I barged into his room to wake him up, thinking he was still in bed. He wasn’t — I caught him emerging from his shower, totally nude. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his marvelous prick. I knew it was wrong, as a mother, for me to stare, but I couldn’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed the feel and smell of a hard cock, my mind raced with indecent thoughts. He didn’t even attempt to hide it, proudly showing off his beautiful manhood.”

Seeing an entry fifteen minutes later, I opened it up.

“I became so overheated, recounting my tale, I had to drink some ice water. The thought of ruining our relationship was the only deterrent preventing me from dashing over and tasting that glorious piece of meat — my son’s prick. I’m certain that one or two licks would satisfy my sexual craving. Every time I think about looking for a partner to quell my cravings, I think about the joy I feel with Ryan. The forbidden fruit of my son is foremost in my mind and thankfully, he hasn’t become grossed out by my tight hugs, grinding my body against his bulge. For both of our sakes, I will have to be content with my fantasies, even though my burning desire begs to be quenched.”

My cock turned rock hard from reading her entries. I hastily closed everything, dashed to my room, and stroked off a large load. I began to brainstorm a plan to fulfill my mother’s needs — a taste of her son’s hard cock. Her motherly reservations would prevent a direct approach. This was one time I wouldn’t be able to confer with Heather or Stacy for a solution.

My first week at my new job flew by. I studied remotely in the evenings, cutting down the time spent with Mom. She still insisted on a tight hug, ending with a light peck on the lips each night. By the time Saturday arrived, I had crafted a concrete plan to fulfill my mother’s secret desires.

During breakfast, I initiated the first phase. “I’ve been cooped up most of the week and would like to get some exercise today. I’d like to work in the yard all day, finishing up with some of the house repairs we’ve put off.”

“Wonderful. I can clean the house and will cook a hearty lunch and dinner for you,” Mom gleefully replied.

True to my word, I worked all day and into the early evening. It was late by the time I’d showered and made it out to the living room. After an hour of yawning and stretching, I asked, “Do you remember those muscle relaxers I used to take?”

“Vividly. They were so powerful, I remember you barely making it to your room.”

“If you still have them, I’d like one. That workout today was more than I usually do. I ache all over and will probably never get to sleep tonight,” I said, hoping she had kept them.

She jumped up and ran into her bedroom, returning a few minutes later. Handing me the bottle, she smiled and said, “Anything for my worker bee. You deserve a good night’s sleep, considering everything you accomplished today.”

I stood, went into the kitchen, and turned on the faucet. Taking out two pills, I chucked them down the garbage disposal and drank a glass of water. Leaving the bottle on the countertop, I returned and sat on the couch. Twenty minutes later, I yawned and said, “Boy, those pills work fast. I’m falling asleep.”

“Pills?” Mom asked, her voice alarmingly shrilling. “You aren’t supposed to take more than one. They’re very powerful, Ryan.”

“Damn, I didn’t know that,” I lied, knowing she used to warn me repeatedly in the past about the correct dosage. “I should head to bed before I doze off right here. Goodnight.”

She rose and gently took hold of my hands, assisting me in rising from the couch. As we stumbled towards my room, her arm wrapped around my waist, providing support and a sense of closeness. Before I entered, she hugged and kissed me goodnight. Once the door closed, I removed my robe and flopped onto my bed. Executing my plan this far, I could only hope Mom’s desire would compel her to act on her lust. I thought about removing my underwear, but that might be too obvious. Making it a little easier for her, I pulled only the thin sheet over me.