Chapter 3

“So, Sammy, what’s new in your life?” Mom asked me as Val and I sat down in our kitchen, having dropped by for an impromptu and unannounced visit.

“Well, running a business with my dear partner here, for starters. There’s ... something that you should know, of course. Val and I aren’t just ... business ... partners anymore. She’s my girlfriend now,” I asserted a bit more brazenly.

Mom visibly flinched when she heard this detail, especially after Val grinned and added, “Or more candidly, we’re lovers. And I must say, ma’am, that your son is great in bed!”

“Just how long has this been happening, then?” Mom reacted as if the wind was taken from her sails.

“Oh, I imagine that he’s been at least decent in the sack since his sophomore year of high school, after some pics of his cock and his ass got around and the girls just had to tear off a piece or two themselves. I must confess to having leaked said pics myself. Mostly because I wanted him to get plenty of experience before he fucked me ... so my first time wouldn’t suck. Because, just as I always planned, I gave your son my cherry,” Val volunteered enough shocking information to make Mom reel from the impact.

“Both cherries, in fact,” I beamed wickedly.

“All three, in fact. I never sucked anyone’s dick before Sam. I never took it in the pussy before a few weeks ago with Sam. And I definitely never gave up the booty to anyone prior to Sam. Your son has had every cherry ... except, well, there was one guy that ate me out before Sam. Marty Maguire,” Val licked her lips as she made Mom gag.

“The ice cream guy?” Mom sputtered, “but he’s ... married! He has a teenage daughter!”

“Yeah, Morgan sucked my cock, in fact. Right in front of her old man ... and in front of Val. I have to say, Val handled it pretty well on the jealousy front, too. Shortly afterward, Marty got in on the fun by unzipping Val’s pants and diving right in. Having tasted said lady parts ... and her ass, too, I can’t say that I blame the guy. Oh, and then Marty fucked Morgan, yes, his own daughter, per my guidance. I dare say that’s one family that will never be the same!” I chuckled while Mom turned white as a ghost.

“This isn’t ... how I raised you ... how we did ... this isn’t right. This isn’t how we should live. How God wants us to live. You need to get right with the Lord, Sammy. I don’t know when or how we failed you, because we thought that we nipped things in the bud by stopping the ... disgusting habit that you had of ... masturbating to porn.

“Apparently, you just lashed out by sleeping around! Under some very ... bad influence. I always knew that nerdy girls were trouble! Too much thinking and reading, not enough praying and believing...,” Mom ranted, even as I lost patience and winked at Val.

My girlfriend giggled quietly as she realized my intentions, especially as she helped close the distance. The next thing that Mom knew, I began to kiss her very hard on the mouth. She stared back at me with sheer astonishment, even as Val began untying Mom’s shoes. Mom reached up to slap me, but she felt hands moving up her ankles to remove her sneakers and looked down to see Val working on her feet.

“This ... you ... shouldn’t ... we ... can’t ... it’s ... wrong,” Mom stammered, while Val and I snickered.

“It’s not wrong, Mom. You don’t want to resist. You don’t want to be a bad mother anymore. Prudes are bad mommies. You don’t want to be a prude, do you? Bad mommies cut their son’s cocks by circumcision to stop them from jerking off. You want to be a good mommy. Good moms unzip their mom jeans and lower them to their ankles in their son’s kitchen,” I tried out my Jedi mind powers.

Before Mom realized what was up, she had her pants down at her ankles and Val was able to pull them off right after her shoes. She gasped in horror, and while she did that, I slid my tongue into her mouth to give her a steamy French kiss. Her eyes bugged out as she felt my hands roaming her upper body now.

“You don’t want to protest and complain. You want to pull off your blouse and stand there in just your bra and panties. You don’t want to stop Val from whatever she’s doing, either. I believe that she’s kissing the backs of your knees,” I pointed out Val’s latest act.

Mom stood there with her mouth wide open, not resisting at all as Val reached her panty lines and waited for my signal.

“Val, stand up and unclasp Mom’s bra for me. Mom, you don’t want to object to this. You want my girlfriend to make you topless in my kitchen. There, there ... that’s right. Val, give her a hand bra for a moment. Attagirl. Mom, you want to relax and just enjoy the soft skin of Val’s hands on your breasts. Enjoy her arms reaching around your waist to give you a hand bra,” I told Mom just before kissing her even harder on the lips.

“But ... but ... this ... is ... sick,” Mom objected, even as I tugged her panties loose and made them fall down her legs.

Mom was very naked now and she knew it. It wasn’t just nudity in the general sense. It was nakedness in her mind, in the Biblical sense. Here was her son, seeing her nakedness. I had uncovered it. She blushed and felt every bit of the self-consciousness of those enduring body shame and upholding silly notions of modesty. One shouldn’t be ashamed or modest about one’s body. One should be proud of the beauty of human flesh.

“This isn’t sick. It’s beautiful. It’s a moment of pure joy and love. Val, move your hands down and cup her buns. Then do what comes naturally to you after that,” I instructed Val, making her lick her lips in anticipation as she began kissing Mom’s neck and shoulders.

I started kissing Mom’s cheeks, lips, chin, and even eyelids, much to her amazement. I even caressed her ears, followed by moving her bangs out of my way. She stood there in absolute shock as I began cupping her breasts, even playfully touching her nipples. I could feel her body trembling, and when I dipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy, past her curly brown bush, she jumped in response.