Chapter 41

After another long school day of being blocked from Jeri and avoiding Haley, who still ignored me, I experienced the joy of having my brain scanned while I lay inside a white-metal torpedo tube. That hummed. And thunked. Oh, and slammed.

Yeh, that whole day sucked. Nor was I looking forward to the weekend. Two days without even a glimpse of Jeri. As dad prepared dinner, I took Shayna and spun around the cul-de-sac beneath a graying sky.

As I whizzed along, my mind was whirring almost as loud as the chariot’s motor. While passing Beth’s house, I looked up at the sound of country music playing. With eyes hooded and brows tight, her dad was moving heavy packing boxes from their garage to the bed of his truck.

“Hey, Mr. Winston.”

Though I waved, he didn’t see me. Or chose not to.

In any event, after a lengthy exhale, I rolled towards the trail leading to the overgrown lake. Shayna’s gaze met mine. Perhaps my dream girl would reappear? That’d be something, at least. Even if she was only a phantom.

That universe? The cruel one? It said no.

With the front wheel dipping, about to drop from the street, the first spatter of chilly rain slapped my arm. After a glance upwards at the darkening sky, I trundled as fast as the chariot would go towards home. As thunder rumbled, a gray wall of pounding droplets tore down the road just as we made the porch.

Once I’d rolled inside, Shayna circled to tug the door closed as Dad looked up. He was setting the table. A trio of places again; my mother would join us. Right on cue, the bedroom door creaked open, and she stepped out.

Dad froze.

I froze.

Shayna’s tail wagged. Once.

In crimson, lace-trimmed silk tap shorts and a sheer black camisole, she strode closer, flicking her gaze between the three of us.

“Well, well.” After dropping her gaze to dad’s lap, a smile appeared on her face. “Somebody missed me.” His eyes wide, dad trembled when she glided into him. As soon as her hand disappeared between them, a whimper slipped from him. Although she whispered, I could hear what she said. “Oh, yes. My, oh my. What have we here? You really did miss me, didn’t you, Dave?”

When I lifted my gaze to her face, I realized why I’d heard so clearly. Despite pressing into him, her glimmering eyes were on me. Even as she dragged her full, red, glossy lips over his taut neck to slither her pink tongue into dad’s earlobe, she remained fixed—on me. When I shifted my shorts over my expanding flesh, her smile widened.

Wow, she’d recovered quick.

A throwback to before their return from the desert, dinner was surreal. After scooting her chair next to him, my mother leaned against dad. As if they were newlyweds, my folks took turns feeding each other. She had planted one of her hands on his thigh. High on his thigh. Very high. Other than the pounding of blood in my ears, there were no sounds but chewing, and the occasional groan from dad.

My shorts ached.

My heart ached.

I wanted Jeri. Or Beth. Or better yet, both. Instead, after matching long sighs, my parents stood at last—my dad’s trousers were tented—and went to the sink together. Normal, right? I mean a little more overt than respectable folks, but...

No! Not normal. As they scrubbed dishes, my mother took every opportunity to glance at me. Even as she shoved into him before settling to the couch, she tracked me rolling into the main room.

Later, as dad bathed me, I expected her to appear at any second, but she didn’t. Only as he lowered me into bed did she glide into my bedroom to assist. Her enticing perfume sent shivers down my spine. And this close, with her silk-covered frame sliding across me, I couldn’t help but notice how trim she’d become.

Once they’d tucked me in, when I shifted to her eyes, they were glittering. Not just the golden swirls, but the blue still visible. While dad tussled my hair, my mother leaned to press her soft lips against my cheek. At the jab of her tongue, a tremor rippled through me.

Which meant nothing.

After turning off the light, dad held out his hand for her. As my mother’s eyes glimmered at me, she sank into him. Once darkness engulfed the room, Shayna snuffled, then snored. With a sigh, I pulled out my earbuds and prepared for their moaning.

Except, instead of their lovemaking noises, the jangling of the phone in dad’s office filled the house. After the hall lights flicked on, a shadow darted past accompanied by dad’s thumping footsteps. When she lifted her head, Shayna’s eyes shone in the reflected light shining under the doorjamb. She loped to the door and tugged it open before settling back on her bed.

“No. Not at all. No, it’s not too late, Mr. Ginder.” Dad’s chair squeaked and his keyboard clacked. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Not more than a minute later, when my mother swirled into view, I wasn’t surprised. While clinging to the doorframe, she bit her lower lip and glanced towards the office. As Dad’s voice droned on, she turned to me. Though shadowed by her dark wavy tresses, those azure eyes, lit with gold, blazed.

Backlit by the hall lighting, her shapely figure peeled from the doorframe, pushed the door closed, and swept closer. When she settled on the side of the bed, a cloud of enticing, elegant perfume, flowery soap, and alluring shampoo filled my nostrils. As my spine tingled, my shaft flooded. She wasn’t Beth. She wasn’t Jeri. The gorgeous woman huffing hot minty breath onto me was my special secret.

“Did you miss me, baby?” Long-nailed fingers played in her hair as she flicked her gaze between my frozen face, my swelling crotch, and the closed door. “I missed you so much.”

“Yes,” hissed from me as the searching digits of her other hand dove beneath the blanket.

When she leaned closer, her racing breath slicing across my cheek, my heart thumped. Glittering with gold, her eyes caught mine just as her fingertips sank under the waistband of my pajamas. At the nudge of her nails, something snapped inside me.

No drums. No insane voice—yet.

Instead, after a quick glance at Shayna, watching from her bed, I shoved my fingers into my mother’s thick hair to grip the back of her skull. A winding moan tore from my mother when I drew her closer before angling her head and shoving my open mouth against the silky warm skin of her tensing neck. Frozen, as my teeth pressed into her, she only quivered. Even as her nails shuddered along my cock, the moan became a heavy sigh.

“Yes. Yes, I’m still your bitch, Kyle. Yes, baby. Always. Always your bitch. Oh, God, baby. You remembered.” Her voice was distant, airy and after several hitching breaths, she added in a hoarse whisper. “Please keep me as your bitch. No matter what. Please.”

No matter what?

With my mother’s sharp nails continuing to press into my shaft, I released her throat. When her eyes met mine, they were pure gold. As her breath raced once more, swirling, erupting, and spinning fountains filled their irises.

Tell her she’s beautiful.

“You’re such a beautiful bitch. So gorgeous.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than, with another winding moan, she thrust her lips across mine. While her pointed tongue plunged into me, her hand surged to grasp my shaft. As we kissed, her eyes exploded into towering gyres of golden fire. When I pushed my fingers downwards, shoving them into the taut lace of her panties, she shifted, letting my fingertips find her wetness.

When I nudged her swollen, heated clit, my mother’s eyes blinked, and she pulled her lips from me.

“Not yet, baby.” Her speeding breaths sent searing pulses over my open lips. “Soon, but not just yet, okay?”

Before I could respond, she curled downwards, moving my hand free before shoving the blanket from my torso. At the same time as my low growl, a whimper left her when she pushed my pajamas away, releasing my shaft into the chilly air. With her fist gripping its base, she swirled her hair clear and flashed me a quick grin.

“I’ve missed this so much, too, Kyle. My baby boy’s lovely enormous cock.” Her gleaming white teeth sank into her lower lip while she ran her hand upwards, drawing a shimmering globule from my aching tip. “Do you know how often I dream of you? Of this. Being your bitch. Doing whatever you want, baby.”

Just as I opened my lips to respond, she moaned while dropping her warm, silken mouth over my pulsing bulb. All further word-making ability shot from my spinning brain. With only the slightest shift, she sank downwards, taking me into her tight, warm throat in one long motion.

Take that, Carpenter Evans. On her knees in the Quik-Mart, she hadn’t the angle.

When the lengthy liquid slurps began as she rose and fell on my shaft, I rested my quivering, clenching fingers in her shiny, dark hair. Like Carpenter, I let my mother ride my—meat—with her suckling mouth. In time with her rhythmic slurping strokes, her tight fist, ever more slick with her spit, pumped. With a groan that sent vibrations reverberating through me, she shoved her other hand between my trembling legs to find my balls.

“God, I missed you, too, mom—bitch,” I murmured.

At my words, she let out another body-shaking groan’s worth of vibrations and bobbed quicker. As every muscle in my frame curled and uncurled with her speeding motions, what remained of my brain melted. After all, she was a very talented, and experienced, fellatrix. Given the past week of—nothing—it wouldn’t take much of her ever-more-vigorous ministrations.

“Bitch ... Oh. Oh, God. My bitch. Oh, mommy, I’ve got to come.” With my entire body shuddering, I thrust upwards. After gripping me tighter, she drove downwards. Once her soft lips had mashed into my root, she rode my bucking pelvis. “Mommy. Oh...”

My voice disappeared into a muffled groan when I shoved my fist into my mouth. With a mighty flexing of my cock, the first pulsating wave of relief surged from deep in my core. As each lengthy jet pulsed into her, my mother’s filling stomach rippled over my trapped palm. In time with each of my thrusts, her long fingers rolled and nudged my balls, pulling as much of my essence into her waiting belly.

At long last, I collapsed to the bed, struggling for oxygen. After a protracted swirling glide upwards, my mother’s throat released my cock with a muffled glurp. As rapid puffs of foamy air escaped around my shaft and oozing white-tinged bubbles fled her flaring nostrils, she held my still twitching bulb in her soft lips.

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