Chapter 3

“Dan surprised me yesterday, with a hot fuck in the bathroom.” Janice sounded surprised. “I do love him, but it was a drop in the bucket for my needs. Still it was a nice topping off after going at it for five hours with Roger on Sunday while Dan golfed. -- And wearing Arnie’s collar most of Friday afternoon. -- And picking up a guy at the bus station the Thursday before.”

“Sue, I didn’t realize how hot a filthy, old bum could be when he takes liberties with you.” Janice laughed. “You must think I’m crazy!”

Mom had been sitting, listening, quivering, eyeing me whenever our friend looked elsewhere. She seemed about to explode from nervousness. When Mom didn’t respond. Janice looked at me, slightly suspicious.”

“Is wearing Arnie’s collar like wearing a charity bracelet?” I asked Mom, trying to ignore Janice’s inquisitive eyes.

Mom grasped at my diversion. “They’re similar, Eddie. You wear a charity bracelet to show that you supported a good cause. When Janice wears Arnie’s collar, she is showing that Arnie is in charge of her like your Uncle Bruce is in charge of his German Shepard, Gulliver.” Mom surprised me by answering calmly and fully, instead giving the simplest, safest answer. Uncle Bruce was Dad’s only brother.

Janice’s suspicion increased. “Am I a third wheel here?”

“I want to hear about the guy from the bus station.” I looked at Mom.

Mom disappointed me. “Has the mango on Dan’s tree ripened yet?”

I sighed and plodded to my room. I studied geometry which was more interesting than fruit trees.

The front door opened and closed a little while later. I got up from my little desk and went to the kitchen. Mom was staring at her empty coffee mug. It said, “World’s Greatest Mom.” I had given it for her birthday when I was ten.

“Mom, why don’t you go to the hall bathroom.” I wasn’t asking a question.

“o k.” Mom didn’t look at me, but her face, which had blushed during Janice’s story, turned red again. She rose from her chair and walked steadily past me. I followed without further comment.

She shut the door between us, but I didn’t hear the little click of the lock button. Mom no longer recited one of Janice’s stories aloud. Her mind was filled with erotic imagery. I wondered if she suspected that I was opening my pants and pulling out my hard peter. I wanked myself quickly, pretending that I was masturbating in front of Mom and Janice who were wearing collars that I had fastened around their necks. I came quickly, not caring what I soiled with my wasted seed. While I recovered from my intense orgasm, I heard Mom’s low steady moans.

“Mom.” I called loudly. “Don’t cum today.”

She moaned for another few seconds before I heard her running the sink faucet. She emerged soon thereafter. “Your father will be home soon.” She saw the mess around the door and fetched soap and a wet washcloth. After she cleaned my cum, she went grocery shopping. I studied, but all I could think of was how sexy Mom looked while she was wiping up my cum.

Dad arrived with big news. He had helped with an important project at work, and his company had rewarded him with a one percent raise. I thought it was a big deal and asked how we were celebrating. He took us to a family diner, where I ordered a full rack of ribs. Mom had fish. Dad ordered a sloppy joe. I took half of my dinner home.

I think my parents made love after I went to bed. I was too full of ribs to deny myself sleep. A hand on my shoulder woke me.

Mom stood over, wearing her full length, dark crimson robe. “It’s the next day.” She whispered. I pawed my cheap phone. 12:07 am. “Okay, go ahead.” I said and turned my back to her, but I had trouble sleeping while Mom pleasured herself just down the hall.

I dreamed of swimming in a warm sea. Fish around me flashed in dappled sunlight. A school of barracuda writhed before me like a curtain. I swam through it, unharmed, to see a great clamshell on the seafloor, slowly open, revealing a mermaid who spotted me. With a whip of her flukes she darted into the distant murk before I could recognize her. I woke up Wednesday morning with a mess in my pajama bottoms.

“Is my cock little, Mom?” I asked spinning on my chair in the kitchen. Dad had left for work while nibbling a slice of toast. I had been trying to remember Janice’s first tale of infidelity. I opened my pants, and my hard penis stood up.

“Why are you showing your penis?” Mom tried not to look at it, but her eyes darted to and fro. “You know that’s not polite.”

“I know, Mom, but it’s just us at home. That’s why I called it a cock. You’re okay with cock, right?” I assumed so because Janice said that word five times a minute.

“I don’t need to see it.” She countered, not saying she didn’t want to see it. Her eyes kept glancing my way.

“I want to know if you think mine is little.” Janice had said her first lover wasn’t little at all. It seemed important.

“You still have a lot of growing to do, Eddie.” It was a fair point. I was pretty sure that Janice’s lovers were all much older than I. Mom walked out of the room, blushing as she passed. She mentioned, “It’s a good size.”

I zipped up my pants and prepared to go to school.

On Friday, I returned from school with a mind to see what else I could get away with. I tried to cop a feel of Mom’s breasts. She isn’t overly blessed, but Janice’s were smaller.

“Take your hand off of me, Eddie!” Mom demanded. She had been sitting on the couch, and I had crept up from behind. I had only brushed the side of one boob. The only thing I got from the attempt was a sense of her bra’s sturdiness. I had hoped my slight transgression wouldn’t bring much trouble if Mom got upset. I pulled my hand away and retreated to my room. Mom didn’t pursue the matter, nor did she mention it later. I felt I had dodged a bullet.

“The bum wasn’t at the bus station the next time I checked.” Janice was telling us on Tuesday. “I considered ‘accidentally’ splashing spoiled milk on Arnie, to simulate the bum’s smell when he forced me to suck his cock and then take it up the ass. That bum loved my ass! Maybe he was gay. He kept complimenting how muscular mine is, while he cornholed it.” Janice liked to keep fit, and I think Arnie had been helping her, by ordering her to eat half meals and throw the rest away in front of Dan. “Sue, I don’t know if Ralph is giving it to you where the sun isn’t supposed to shine, but if not, don’t jump into it without plenty of lube! The bum’s hands were so greasy they slicked me and his cock up lickety-split!”

Janice went on to describe how Arnie was dog training her, to eat from a bowl on the floor and piss in her backyard on her hands and knees.”

“What did Roger do last week?” Mom surprised me with her question. She’d never egged our friend on to tell us more nasty deeds.

“Pissed me off, is what he did. He brought a woman and told me to suck her pussy.” Janice’s smile soured. “I told him to suck it himself - somewhere not on my premises. I told the woman it wasn’t personal.”

Janice spent nearly an hour telling us about her wondrous infidelities. We both walked to the front door with her and bid her good day. “Have a fun afternoon, you naughty mom and son.” She was teasing. We both knew it.

Mom turned back to the kitchen. I was so horny, I spoke before thinking. “Watch me, Mom.” Hearing myself blurt that, I froze, worried about her reaction.

Mom stopped and looked down. “Watch what?”

My bold talk didn’t ease up. “I didn’t say you could ask questions.” I reached down and unbuttoned the top of my shorts.

Mom hesitated, almost as if she was expecting to hear my zipper slide down. I met her expectations and fished out my hard dick. “Do I have to tell you again?”