Chapter 1

Lance groaned in frustration when he saw his mother’s text.

“I’m coming to see you,” it said.

His whole body tensed up with stress like he hadn’t felt since he turned eighteen and put as much distance as he could between himself and the trashy, blonde bimbo he’d grown up calling Mom.

“Why?” he texted back.

“Geez, way to be happy about seeing your mother again!”

Lance heaved another groan. He instantly regretted his tone, but his mother had been making his mind spin off in all directions for years. “Of course I’ll be happy to see you,” he texted back. “Just wondered why now.”

“We need to talk,” she texted quickly.

They’d been just fine not talking for almost two years, except for brief texts and emails just to stay in touch, along with a few brief phone calls that Lance always tried to keep as short as possible. Despite whatever problems Lance had with Robin, she was still his mother. Keeping a safe distance from her was all he wanted. The last thing he wanted to do was cut her out of his life completely. But he didn’t see any reason she couldn’t just call or text if she had something to say. It was safer that way. Less complicated. The woman was a drama magnet, and as much as he loved her, Lance didn’t need the stress.

But there was more, and Lance was forced to face his inner demons. The real reason he kept at a distance was that his mother made his cock harder than any girl or woman he had ever known. Putting this together with Robin’s chaotic life was a recipe for disaster.

Now twenty-two, Lance was completely on his own and doing better than the vast majority of his old friends. When he’d left home for college, he stayed away except for occasional holidays. He now had a great job and a better condo than anyone he knew in his age bracket. It never hurt that Robin had a longtime habit of marrying much older men with a lot of money. Every successive divorce had left her better off, and she was always willing to help her son financially. This had definitely helped give Lance a good head start, but now he was fully on his own and operating under his own steam. He was dating more than ever, though nothing steady with anyone in particular. For now, that was the way he wanted it.

“Why not just give me a call?” he messaged back.

“Because I need to SEE YOU IN PERSON! IT’S IMPORTANT!”

Against his better judgement, Lance agreed to see his mother face to face for the first time in a couple of years. Five days later, on a Sunday, he got the text she was in front of his building and needed help with her luggage.

Luggage? A deep sense of dread washed over him. It was a three hour drive from where Robin lived with her current husband, not so far that a day trip for an important conversation would be out of the question. On the other hand, it shouldn’t have been out of the ordinary for an average mother to spend a night or two visiting her son. Yet Robin was anything but ordinary, and Lance suspected he was in for a huge dose of the drama he’d been able to sidestep the past couple of years, not to mention the illicit desires he thought he was finally free from. His suspicion was confirmed when he went down to the street to meet his mother and discovered her on the sidewalk in front of his building with no less than four, large, overstuffed suitcases.

Robin was standing there with her blonde hair flowing loose and free past her shoulders, wearing a clingy, white sheath that looked more like a MILF going clubbing than a mother visiting her son. Her surgically sculpted tits were billowing up over the obscenely low-cut top while the hem was well above mid-thigh. Lance thought she looked too thin, but then he noted the sleek muscularity shaping her legs and ass. Not much had changed, except maybe the stressed out look in her eyes.

“What the fuck?” Lance said without thinking when he saw the luggage.

“Is that any way to greet your mother who you haven’t seen in years?” Robin bristled.

“Two years, Mom. And where’s your car? What are you doing with all this luggage on the street?”

She heaved a dramatic sigh. “I had to take the train and then a ride share from the station.”

“You could’ve told me,” Lance said, beginning to roll one of the suitcases toward the entrance to his building. “I could’ve picked you up at the station.”

“I guess I wasn’t thinking,” she said. “You didn’t exactly sound excited about me coming, and I know it’s been kind of a long time.”

Lance didn’t try to deny that part, but despite his other feelings, he’d never leave his beautiful mother struggling or stranded. He hated seeing the pitfalls she always seemed to be going through, but there was only so much he could do. Meanwhile, he was anxious to get her luggage inside and her up to his apartment and off the street as quickly as possible. A woman like Robin, dressed as she was, was only going to draw unwanted attention.

There was just enough room in the elevator for Lance and his mother to squeeze in between all of her suitcases, and once they reached the top floor, they finally got all of it into the apartment. Even though he didn’t know most of his neighbors much more than saying a quick hello or making small talk in the elevator, he wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect of being seen with Robin. The fact that she looked the way she did and was only sixteen years older than her son always brought on skeptical looks from people when he introduced her as his mother. That was the main reason he’d stopped introducing her that way unless it was absolutely necessary. As a consequence, many people assumed she was his hot, slightly older girlfriend.

Being so much younger than any of his friends’ mothers, Robin and Lance never had a very traditional relationship. Most of the time Lance felt like he was being raised by a hot babysitter, or a hot older sister. It got to the point where he could barely maintain normal friendships because the guys from school would always end up talking about how fuckable his mother was and he got tired of hearing how they all wanted to take a turn with her. Pretty much everyone wanted to fuck Robin: Lance’s friends, teachers, coaches and strangers alike.

It was an annoying situation, to say the least, made worse because deep down he wanted to fuck her more than any of them. And then, being his mother, she meant more to him than anyone else. He had to remind himself it wasn’t her fault she had the looks of a porn star. Well, not completely her fault anyway.

It wasn’t that Lance didn’t love his mother and want her to be happy, but it was just less stress in his life to keep a healthy distance. He wasn’t the key to her happiness, and he wasn’t even sure there was one. She was totally adrift in life and her son had no idea how to make her feel otherwise. It was frustrating to be nothing more than the kid she’d had much too young. Before she was ready. Yet she had always stood by him from the day he was born.

It hadn’t been easy for Lance to get a grip on his own life, either. He’d spent most of his life wanting to fuck his mother, and it had only been in the last couple of years that he could bring his desires under control enough to even feel normal around other women. The fact that he went out with women who were either closer to her age than his or resembled Robin in some way was something he managed to not think about. He knew he had his “issues”, but he was dealing with them.

But now, here she was, looking like a MILF on her way to swingers’ party. Lance realized he was going to have to brace himself to keep from slipping back to his old ways of thinking about her. If only her legs didn’t look so smooth and tanned.

“This is nice,” Robin said, looking around her son’s modern luxury condo. “You’re obviously doing really well for yourself, sweetheart. That makes me so proud of you, baby.”

“Thanks, Mom. I couldn’t have done it without your help,” he admitted reluctantly, even though her love and pride made the back of his neck heat up. He had always loved pleasing his beautiful mom and being in his twenties now had done nothing to change that.

With Robin’s suitcases in the living room area, Lance started to wish he’d rearranged the extra bedroom he used as a home office for her to stay in. But he had decided to let her sleep on the couch a couple of days ago. It would be comfortable enough without being too comfortable. Hopefully it would keep her from wanting to stay too long, even though he still didn’t know how long she had in mind. If she were anyone else he would’ve asked before now, but she was far from being just anyone. And now her huge amount of luggage was going to be in the way.