Chapter 5: Lakshmi

It had been two weeks since that crazy night with Bob. It was a warm Saturday, but it was cloudy. The humidity was palpable. We had to wake up early this morning, as it was our job to pick up Lakshmi from the airport. We would bring her here to have her sleep off the jetlag, and then we would show up fashionably late bringing her in just in time to overhear Bob and Carol talk from an adjoining room. She will be waiting with me, thinking that she is to surprise Bob.

My mother and I went through our normal morning routine. We would take care of my morning wood, and sometimes have a quickie in the shower. Since we were in a rush, we skipped the quickie in the shower. I was at the dining room table finishing up my cereal when my mother came in and stood next to me, squishing her boob into my shoulder.

“How are you feeling, son?”

I set the spoon down and looked at her, not sure why she asked that. “Uh ... I’m good.”

“Are you horny?”

“Mom, I’m always horny, especially for you,” I said with a genuine smile.

She giggled and rubbed my shoulder. “Well, you better let me give you a blowjob, then.”

“Umm ... okay. I’m always up for one of those.”

“I just want to make sure everything goes as planned, cause I don’t want you to get a random boner around Carol. That would ... complicate things for sure.”

“Heh, heh, heh. Yeah, that makes sense.”

She spun my chair towards her and knelt down in front of me. I pushed my cargo shorts down to my ankles and my mother lowered the top of her white, almost see-through sundress to expose her luscious breasts. My cock was already growing fast as she plunged down onto it. She really enjoyed fucking her throat with my cock. She bobbed her head all the way up and down, massaging my balls with both hands. I leaned my head back with a satisfying sigh. If blowjobs were an olympic sport, I’d have to imagine that my mother would win gold by a landslide. Every time her nose hit my stomach my body would flinch and my cock would throb. She went down all the way and held it for a bit, licking at the base. “Oh, mom, you’re so fucking good at that.” I said as my breathing started to quicken.

She pulled off and stroked it with both hands, looking into my eyes, “You’re such a good boy, you deserve it. Now give mommy that cum, baby.” She then dove back in, bobbing even faster.

“Oh, shit!”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said as she started punching my stomach with her nose and worked the tendon underneath my balls.

“Oh yes, mom. Make me cum down your throat.” I heard her moan, and she must’ve known I was close because she forced it in as far as it would go and I held her head there as my hips bucked into her.

“Oh, god, uh, uh.”

My mother moaned every time my cock throbbed and shot sperm into her belly. She was the best kind of slut you could ever hope for, and she was my mother. As much as I loved being serviced by her, she loved it more I think. Just the other day I asked her if I could cum on her tits and she had an intense orgasm from that alone. It was pretty fucking hot. When I was nearly done, she gathered some in her mouth as she milked the rest out. I looked down at her and smiled. She showed me the cum in her mouth and then got up and leaned in for a kiss. I know I had tasted my cum before, but this was not just a trace amount. I hesitated for a half a second, but allowed her to feed it to me in a deep kiss.

I kind of winced at first, but the taste was mild and mostly salty. The texture was unpleasant, but bearable. When she had gotten it all in, she broke the kiss and smiled as I swallowed. “What did you think of that?”

In truth, I felt indifferent. “It was good.” I tried my best to sound convincing.

“Are you sure?” I just nodded my head. “It’s okay if you don’t. I was just hoping you would like it, because I really like when someone eats me out after a man has cum inside of me.”

“It wasn’t bad, but I would love to do that for you. You’re always so good to me, mom.”

She smiled shyly and then held one of my hands with both of hers. “I don’t think you know how good you are to me, too, son.” She then kissed my forehead as I blushed. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I just need to fix my lipstick, then we can go.”

I pulled her in for a kiss. “I love you, mom.”

She kissed me again before saying, “I love you, too, Danny.” She smiled and then pulled up her dress and ran upstairs. I grinned when I saw that the insides of her calves were wet. Damn, that’s hot.

As we pulled onto I-5, my mother decided to break the silence. “So, have you seen Tanya lately?”

“Actually, no. I’ve been frequenting the pool in hopes to see her again, but no luck. I don’t think her parents let her go out very much.”

“But she’s eighteen.”

“Her parents are the Ratfords.”

“Oooh, so she’s that adopted girl you mentioned when you started high school last year. I remember now. They’re such prudes. I can only imagine what that girl has missed out on.”

“Yeah, no doubt. I’m sure we’ll see her again.”

“Well, she seems to think that she has a life-debt owed to you, which means she plans to repay you until she dies, or she saves your life in return.”

“Huh. Is that like an Asian thing?”

“I don’t know, but they do have some different customs in that part of the world.”

“Yeah. So, what are you getting me for my birthday?” I asked as it was coming up in a few weeks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“C’mon, give me a hint.”

“Well, you can’t stick a fork in it.”

“Okay, so that rules out food. You got to give me something more definitive than that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to give it away. I’ve got something very special planned as an after party.”

“Really? C’mon, pleeeease. Just one more hint.”

My mother glanced at me with narrowed eyes. “Let’s see ... You can eat it but it won’t make poop.”

“Wha—?” I crinkled my face heavily as the easy, immature answer didn’t come to me.

My mother just laughed.

I guess I would have to wait and see. I was really stumped by that, though. We were mostly quiet the rest of the way, listening to the radio while I pondered her clue. When we pulled into the airport pickup area, I saw a girl sitting on a suitcase with one of those headdresses. I couldn’t see her face as she was looking down, but I knew it was her, “Mom, wait, I think that’s her.”

We came to a slight screeching halt that caused her to look up. Carol had sent us one of her pictures from their chat log, and it was definitely her. The picture didn’t do her justice. She looked scared, and I smiled at her as I got out of the car. “Lakshmi?”

Her face brightened a little, and when I say little, I mean very little, but it was noticeable. I had never seen eyes like hers. They were crystal blue, and I felt like she was looking through me. “Are you Danny?”

“Yeah, hi,” I said, putting a hand out to her, “And that’s my mother, Beth.” She stood and shook it, then went to grab her suitcase. “I’ll get that.” She just bowed to me and went over to our SUV. I put her suitcase in the trunk and when I came around, she was waiting there holding the door open for me. “Thank you, but you don’t have to do that.” She just lowered her head. I looked at my mother and she just shrugged her shoulders. I got in and she closed the door and got into the back seat.

“Hello, Lakshmi. How was your flight?” my mother asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

“It was uneventful.”

“Well, I suppose that’s a good thing. You’re here in one piece.” My mom looked at me with a funny look, but I ignored it.

I turned in my seat to look at her. Her eyes watched everything she could see out of her window. “Have you ever been to America before?”

She kept her eyes on the scenery, “No.”

“Did you get to see the Grand Canyon during your flight?”

“I did not have a seat near a window.”

I looked at my mother and raised my eyebrows once. She tried not to snicker.

“Your country is very green.” Lakshmi stated, very matter-of-factly.

I was surprised at how well she spoke English. Her accent was fairly heavy, but she was understandable. “It’s especially green up here in the Pacific Northwest.” She didn’t respond to that, and there was an awkward silence for a while.

“When will I get to see Bob?”

My mother and I looked at each other with guilty looks. “Well, honey, he won’t be in town until later this afternoon. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Right, so we’re taking you to our house so you can sleep off that jetlag and look real pretty for him when you see him. Does that sound good?”

“Yes. I would like that.”

We remained in silence the rest of the way. As we pulled into the driveway, she spoke up. “This is your house? I had read that American houses were big, but I did not imagine them correctly.”

“There’s bigger ones, too.” I finally noticed some emotion in her eyes as she took it all in.

We came to a stop and my mother was rushing to get her seatbelt off, “I have to pee so bad. Will you show her in?”

“Sure thing, mom.” I giggled a bit as she ran off. Lakshmi had already gotten out and had opened my door. I looked at her with sincerity as I unbuckled myself, “You really don’t have to do that, okay?”

“You are the master of this house, are you not?”

I paused with a leg out, “I ... well, my mother pays the bills, but my step-dad did leave it to me in his will, so I guess that technically makes me the master. My mom calls all the shots, though.” I got out of the car to get her suitcase and she followed me.

“You do not have a job, yet you are master of such a grand place? America is a strange country.”

“I’m still in school,” I said as I grabbed her rather heavy suitcase. “What did you pack in this thing?”

“I like to read.”

“That explains it,” I said as I pulled it out of the back. I brought her into the house and her eyes widened again with amazement, but she didn’t say anything. “So, uh, the kitchen is right over there, and that door over there that my mother just came out of is the downstairs bathroom.”

“Hey, Danny. Carol just called and needs me to pick up some supplies from the party store. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing, mom.”

My mother went to kiss me on the lips, but then planted it on my cheek before she left.

I looked down at Lakshmi who still stared around at the living room. “So, are you hungry? I know airplane food can be pretty crummy.”

“No.”

“I suppose you’re anxious to go lay down, then. If you want to follow me upstairs, I’ll show you your options.”

“You have more than one bed?”

I led her up the stairs, “Yeah, there’s two. One for me and one for my mother.” She didn’t respond to that and when we reached the upstairs hallway, I stopped in front of the bathroom. “This is the upstairs bathroom, although there’s another one in the master bedroom. Over here is my room.”

“You do not sleep in the master bedroom?”

“Heh, uh, no, my mom sleeps there. But you’re welcome to sleep in that bed if you like.”

“I like this bed.”

“Suit yourself. Can I get you anything? Maybe some water?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alright. Uh, I guess I’ll leave you to it then. Have a good nap,” I said as I went back downstairs. I was getting pretty hungry and decided to see if there were any leftovers. As I checked the fridge, I grabbed a soda, only it was very wet with condensation and it dropped. It didn’t bust open, and apparently I didn’t tap it enough so it exploded all over me. “Shit.” I’d have to take a shower now, and I didn’t want to disturb her to get some new clothes. I’d have to hang out in my boxers which were still dry. I first cleaned up what had gotten onto the floor, then headed upstairs for a quick rinse off. As I got to the top of the stairs I crept along to be quiet, and was headed down to my mother’s bathroom when I noticed that she left my door open. I peeked inside, and she looked like she was asleep. She didn’t have her headdress on anymore, and she had beautiful, black, shiny hair that was framing her face.