MOM IS A FOOL

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and I'd spent most of it playing video games, doing little more than performing a disservice to the world by turning oxygen into carbon dioxide. Not that I was a waste of space in general. It was just that kind of weekend; the kind that's meant for squandering after a week of toil and sweat. Football season was long over, I wasn't raised the church-going type, and all I had to distract myself was Mom and digitized violence.

At last, I heard it; the trap had finally been sprung. An air horn howled, then followed Mom's piercing scream, including a few choice four-letter words. I chuckled and shut off the TV in my room, expecting my victim to appear momentarily.

The door swung open and I beheld my sweet Ma. Her face was red and her mouth gaped opened and closed like a suffocating fish. The front of her pants was wet between her legs.

Oh, shit.

"Look what you made me do!" she squawked, swinging her forearms up and down like she was about to karate chop her crotch.

I couldn't help it; I roared with laughter which made her even more furious. She steamed in my doorway, stomping her feet and sputtering like she'd swallowed an ant.

"You...you...you're gonna pay for this, Dax! You little..." She couldn't say it. She couldn't call me names; she was too much of a sweetheart. Maybe that's why I'd done it, or maybe it was the boredom, or maybe it was because I loved it when she got all fired up.

I didn't have time for further contemplations because at that moment my sweet little Mom did something so unexpected that my body lost the ability to do anything but stare in surprise. She took off her pants and reared back to throw them at me. My eyes drifted south as I proved unable to affect the type of control one would typically posses in such a situation. What drew my attention wasn't so much her bare skin as the sheer nature of her wet panties. I learned two things that lazy afternoon: Mom was apparently skilled with a razor, and her choice of undies was racier than I'd ever considered.

I had only a split second to appreciate her exquisite landing strip and the contours of her dainty nethers, brought to clarity through the thin wet fabric that hugged her feminine curves. Her hips twisted and she launched her jeans through my doorway, or tried, at least. The heavy denim got wrapped around her fist which threw her off balance, causing her to punch the door frame. To make matters worse, her feet weren't in the right spots and her lack of coordination sent her hips shooting out sideways while the rest of her petite frame folded and fell to the ground in a heap.

"Fuck!"

You see, Mom is a fool.

Don't get me wrong; she's not stupid, far from it. Her problems were entirely caused by her trusting nature, outgoing demeanor, and complete lack of coordination. Mom had a spirited and whimsical streak to the point of fairly being labeled a frisky flirt. This conflicting combination of characteristics only served to get her into trouble time and time again. She would ask for it and be surprised when she got it, and then she'd lack the common sense or motor skills to extricate herself from the situation. I had bailed her out of some shit over the years and I'm barely old enough to order a shot at the bar.

"Help me up, Dax!"

Mom was hopelessly twisted up in her soiled jeans, flailing about on the floor. She flipped over, finally able to get to her knees, and it took everything I had to keep my mouth shut. Her underwear seemed to be missing the majority of its material when it came around to her backside. Mom's ass was tight and I couldn't help but pause for a gander. Christ, look at those smooth curves! I had no idea. Well, that's not entirely true; let's just say I'd never stood staring at her like an idiot before.

Her head started to turn back towards me and I snapped out of my trance just in time to avoid being caught with my mouth hanging open. I stepped forward and grabbed her narrow waist and hoisted her little body up with one quick tug. I stood easily a foot over her; I was never a small boy. People loved making stupid comments when we were out together. "That poor lady, how'd that giant ever fit inside her." Christ, thanks for the visualization, jackass.

"Umph," she grunted as I set her down. "Thanks, dear." She spun around and thwacked my chest with her jeans.

"Sorry 'bout that, Ma," I offered, raising my arms in self-defense in case she decided to take another swing. I had intended to surprise her, but not enough that she'd wet herself and then proceed to act the fool in my doorway. The tricks were a thing we've done for years and trust me when I say she could dish it out as well as she could take it. I didn't really feel bad; I knew my time was coming and I'd have to be extra careful now.

"I'm gonna get you, Dax! You best sleep with one eye open." Mom spoke harshly but then her cute face split into a toothy grin. She wasn't good at making threats; she was too nice.

Mom turned to leave and my mischievous brain convinced me of something I rightfully shouldn't have considered. I reached out as she took her first step and swatted her bare ass. Smack! It was glorious; she jumped and turned red, both in the face and on her tight little cheek. She gawked at me and couldn't speak a word. Unable to control myself, I barked out a laugh at her stupid look and how she was rubbing a hand over her welted backside. I looked down at her wet patch again; her panties pulled up tight into her and creased a line through those dinky little lady lips. Fuck! I felt something that scared me a bit and shut my door in a flash before the creature in my pants woke up and betrayed my devilish thoughts.

"Just you wait, Daxton!" she yelled through my door.

Shit! It wasn't ever good when she used my full name. My mind went elsewhere. I couldn't get the sight of her out of my head; that thong, that ass, that toe in the front. Hrrng. I needed a girlfriend, bad. But I just had one and she was the worst, so I was taking a much-needed hiatus from that unpleasant drama.

Mom's history with dating was even worse than mine. Her combination of being a gullible tease attracted the absolute sleaziest fucks imaginable. Dad was one; he was built like I am and probably loved throwing her clumsy little ass around the bed. They never married and he's long gone now, in jail for all I knew; we hadn't spoken in a decade. Even when he was around, he wasn't really there. Mom had never had a guy who was really there like she needed; well, except for me. But I'm not exactly reaping any benefits from this relationship other than having a roommate to split rent and a square meal at night; not that it had ever occurred to me before this moment that maybe I deserved a bit more from my dear sweet Ma. I'd always been content to keep her round little ass out of trouble as long as I could live in peace.

I had a day job, but it wasn't something you'd call fulfilling or remotely resembling a career. Mom was always harping on me to go back to school or get trained to do something useful with my life, but I lacked the motivation. School learning wasn't for me and I was perfectly happy slinging deli meats, stuffing sausage, and throwing messy sandwiches together for the suckers who toiled behind a desk all day. That also wasn't for me; I couldn't sit in a box all day and stare at a screen; TPS reports and shit, screw that noise. I had to be on my feet and talking to people and working in a place where I could cus and mess around with my buddies and generally be myself. Put a tie around my neck and I'd just as soon knot it to a meat hook and step off the chair. Fuck everything about that; life is something you gotta live. I just hadn't figured out how I could live my life and still be whatever it was Mom thought I should be.

Regardless of all that, Mom and I were tight; we always had been. I needed her and she needed me, and until either of us got our shit together, that co-dependency would remain central to everything. I didn't mind; she was the sweetest little thing I knew. And when she got fired up or after she had a few glasses of wine, she was downright fun as fuck to be around; hence the trickery and tomfoolery. What I did was only one small act in a years-long battle that we waged in secret. I think it started with a water balloon to the face, to my face. And then there was a bucket above a door, some fun with paint and jello, maybe a little shaving cream or warm water at night. We never took our little games too far, at least not to the point where someone got hurt or pants were taken off.

Mom had awoken a sleeping devil inside me when she flashed her goods my way and I could focus on nothing else but how to get her undressed again. It was her turn though; I'd have to wait for payback and I was certain she'd derive some evil plan of equal or greater magnitude than the one I had perpetrated. I'd hidden an air horn under her chair and rigged it up so that when she sat down it would go off. Apparently, that scare had caused her to tinkle a bit, which was a new turn of events. Hell, it was more than a bit, she was sopping wet! Hrrng. There I go again. I knew this would mean an escalation to our war; she'd be looking to bring in the artillery.

I'd have to wait three agonizing days for her retribution. But it was worth the anxiety; sneaky little fox got me good!

I rolled out of bed, still half asleep and less than half dressed and crossed the hall to our shared bathroom. I didn't bother to flip the light on; in my drowsy state I hardly even closed the door. My body was screaming so loud I simply tossed the seat up and let 'er rip. It took me a full ten seconds to realize something was wrong; the sound wasn't right.

"Dammit, Ma!" I hollered, painfully pinching off my torrent and looking down at the mess. A puddle hovered inexplicably over the bowl and my stupefied brain took a few seconds to process what she'd done. Plastic wrap! That tricky little minx.

The light switched on and I jumped. My wang was still dangling out, the one part of me that was awake. Mom gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.

"Dax! Put that thing away!"

"Mom! What the fuck?!" She was standing in the doorway staring at my junk with big white circles around her dark brown eyes.

I'm not gonna lie; I'm not shy about how I look. I know chicks dig it; I get hit on all day at work and could be bringing a fuck buddy home each night if that was my game. But it's not, I can't handle that drama, and besides, it's a little weird with Mom around. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to brag and I'm certainly not claiming to be some freak of elephantine proportions, but I knew what was up and I'd seen that look before; the one Mom was making. She wanted it and I loved it.

I twisted my hips and wagged my semi at her while watching her pupils jump back and forth. My dear sweet Ma was hypnotized. She turned bright red and shut the door, but it took her about thirty seconds longer than it should have. Interesting, I considered, as I finally tucked my dangly bits away and looked at the mess I'd made. It wasn't too bad and within five minutes I had the throne unwrapped and back in shape.

I was sporting a pretty hefty chub at this point, and not due to cleaning up piss, weirdo. I was daydreaming about Mom's tight little body and the way she was watching my dingaling wave at her with those big brown eyes. I was replacing some cleaning supplies under the sink and saw something that instantly gave me a devilish idea. I set the trap, ruining the work I'd just done cleaning up the toilet; but it didn't matter, this was gonna be worth it.

I left the bathroom distracted, wearing naught but my inflated Jockey's and practically bowled Mom over. I reached out to grab her before her ungainly sense of balance knocked her to the floor again. I took hold of her upper arm and jerked her towards me which had the unintended effect of pulling her hand right into my swollen goods. I felt her short little fingers wrap around my shaft and heard a heavy sigh blow through her thin parted lips. I twitched and she gasped and started moving her palm in herky-jerky motions as she willed her body to commit a sin she knew was wrong. I grew hard in an instant and Mom's lingering fingers continued to poke and prod my package.

"Ma?" I asked with a quizzical slant to my brow. She seemed to have no inclination of letting my cock loose. Not that I minded, but she was being a bit of a tease and I wondered greatly at her intent.

"Ah! Sorry!" she blurted as if she's suddenly woken up from a bender and found herself in an embarrassing situation. She turned bright red again and refused to make eye contact.

"That was a good one, by the way." I'd hoped altering the topic may distract her from her wandering hand.

"Thanks!" she squeaked. "Took me a couple of days to think of something."

"I have no idea what to do now. But you better watch out!" I growled menacingly at her and chased her down the hall with my cock flopping around inside my briefs. She dashed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. I turned the handle just to tease her and heard a thud as she flung her limited bodyweight against the inside. As if that could stop me!

"I'm gonna get you!" I threatened, knocking softly on the door. I'd already set my trap and now she wouldn't expect a thing, it was perfect.

"Leave me be, Dax! I have errands to run." I left and returned to my room to dress for work.

My mind turned circles thinking about Mom's dainty fingers curled around my dick. Gods, it felt so good and so wrong. It was exciting beyond anything I'd experienced and I inexplicably felt myself wanting more. I dawdled, hoping that Mom would trip my trap before I had to leave for work. I very much wanted to be here when she did.

As luck would have it, the reason I'd run into her outside the bathroom was that she was waiting in line. I heard the shower kick on and then a half minute later came a scream and a crash and a thud.

"Daxton! You little shit!"

Oh, fuck! She'd actually called me a bad name this time. I rushed to the door and pushed it open and the scene I beheld told the story in a blink. Mom had sat on the vaseline-coated seat I'd prepared and somehow managed to slip off. Then, upon fearing her imminent collision with the floor, she reached out and grabbed the closest means of support: the towel rack. She was buck ass naked, slipping and sliding around on her lubricated bottom with a towel rack across her knees and bits of drywall dust in her dark hair.

Mom's titties were hopping all over the place and I had a hard time focusing on anything else as she tried her hardest to find a clear patch of vinyl on which to plant a foot and stand. They were two little bouncy peaches; perkier than they had a right to be and tipped with hard dark points that stared at me like googly eyes stuck on a pair of maracas in the hands of a drunk. Gods, to think I used to suck on those plump little fruits. Hrrng.

"Don't just stand there staring! Help me up, you doofus!" Mom had given up, she was sitting with her taut short legs pointed straight at me and that manicured line of short curlies marching up towards her belly. I wanted to pounce right on her tight petite body and fuck her in circles on that slippery bathroom floor. Christ! What the hell, man. That's my sweet little Ma.

I shook the pervert out of my head, momentarily at least, and walked over her legs and reached down. I picked her up by her skinny waist and spun her around to the rug and set her down, all the while staring at those two jiggly mounds. And then my eyes dropped down; I had to see those lady lips again, this time fully in the flesh. Damn, they were pretty, two bare bumps split by the faintest crease with just a hint of pink poking through. My little brain took control at that moment and it told me to slide my hand down her thigh. I picked up a fingertip or two of petroleum jelly along the way and poked my thick digit right in the middle of that soft pile of skin.

Mom moaned and gasped at the same time but said nothing and made no attempt to move away. I pushed my finger through her tight little pussy until I felt her heat. God damn, she was wet! I curled up and sunk a knuckle into her tightness, pushing against her outsides, too, because I could tell she liked that. Her tiny clit was on fire and every time I moved against it her hips jerked a bit and a cute little whimper shot out her mouth. I dipped another knuckle into Mom's scorching hole and felt around a bit until I found the spot I knew drove some girls wild. I didn't have to hunt for it; Mom's little body put it right on the tip of my thick finger like I was meant to go back in there and find it for her.

I was getting into it now; my finger hooked up inside Mom's pussy, sliding through her lips and popping in and out of her quivering body. Each time I reached up and swiped that fleshy patch of nerve endings, Mom would yelp. I pulled out and glided across her hard little nub and watched her knees quake like was wearing ice skates and had no idea how to use them. She couldn't move except by accident; I had her well and truly wrapped around my finger. She started gushing and slurpy wet sounds joined her verbal dissonance of whines and whimpers. I could feel her weight pushing down against my hand like she wanted it harder, either that or her legs were turning into jello. Seemed like a little from both columns and so I obliged, lifting up hard and practically picked her writhing body off the floor by my middle finger.

Mom exploded the second I jerked her up onto her tippy toes. She screamed so hard my ears hurt and then doubled over and backed away with a hand wrapped tight around her sopping snatch. I'd just made her come; I could see her lady juices leaking down between her thighs as she turned and leaned against the sink for support. Her vaseline-coated ass was shaking and bouncing as her insides did jumping jacks. I grabbed a washcloth, thinking maybe I'd be a good son and clean up some of the mess I'd made of her perfect little backside but as soon as that cloth touched her skin Mom yelped and swatted my hand away.

"You've done quite enough, mister." Her face was pink and her eyes were misty, staring at me through the mirror. All I could do was shrug and leave her be. I gave her butt a little pat when I walked past, as much to say thanks as sorry. Though I didn't feel the need to apologize for that last part, just the vaseline and the towel rack.

Damn, I just fingered Mom in the bathroom! Seeing her petite body squirming all over the floor set something off in me and I couldn't hope to explain it. I'd never been one to shy away from a girl's attention, but at the same time, I wasn't exactly out there hunting for poon on a daily basis. I simply couldn't control it, and that was something new and just a tad confusing.

To say I'd spent my workday at the butcher's shop in a muddled mess of distracting contradictions would be a significant understatement. I damn near sliced my thumb off trimming up a rack of lamb and definitely lost part of a fingernail inside someone's pastrami sandwich. My bad, you sorry lookin' desk jockey.

Mom was home when my day ended; she was a teacher and it was summer break, so she had a lot of time on her hands at the moment. It seemed she passed her days doing yoga and watching TV shows that were only suitable for mass-murdering brain cells. I'd encouraged her to look for part-time work in the hopes she'd maybe find a man worthy of her time, but so far she'd managed to screw that up, too. She had a few opportunities in the past but they always ended in a disaster typical of her foolishness. She left the register open at the grocery store and someone made off with a stack of twenties. She dropped a pot of coffee and burned her legs and couldn't walk right for two weeks. Last year, I got her hooked up at my place of employ but she tripped over a tub of ground beef, broke her wrist, and ruined a hundred pounds of burger. She couldn't work anymore that summer, not that my boss wanted her klutzy ass back around all those sharp objects.I didn't want to talk to her, so I gave her wide berth; as wide as I could given the cramped nature of our two-bedroom apartment. I needed to rinse the slime and smells of the butcher and the deli off me so I took a quick turn into the shower and shut the door. Fresh memories of what happened that morning hit me like a ton of bricks and by the time I was naked and standing in the shower, my cock was screaming. I rinsed off the smell of smoked meats and lamb fat and then washed my hair, hoping it would offer enough distraction to quell the one-eyed beast, but it was hopeless. I had to take matters into my own hands, something I rarely did outside the privacy of my bedroom. Two pumps of body wash followed by two dozens pumps of the gizmo had me painting the walls white. Gods it felt good to get that out my system. I cleaned up, got dressed, and made a beeline for my room.

An hour passed while I mindlessly wasted oxygen chasing twelve-year-olds around the screen with a pixelated M-16. My palm started to itch, barely noticeable at first. I thought it was from my sweaty grip on the controller. I was graced from birth with sensitive skin and prone to break out in a rash if I wasn't careful. Then the itch spread, inexplicably skipping the rest of my body and focusing all of its annoyance on the thing I'd finally managed to quiet. My cock burned, quickly supplanting the irritation I felt across my hand. Then I put the two together.

I bolted out of my room feeling like my dick was aflame. A thousand needles stabbed at my most sensitive area as I sprinted into the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door. I took out an ice pack and rammed it down the front of my pants. Then I spun and saw Mom, sitting at the kitchen table futilely trying to keep a straight face.

"What did you do?!" I howled as the icy cold sent a whole new type of pain shooting through my burning bits and pieces.

"Oh no, Dax! What did you do?"

I was blinded by the pain at this point. My pants came down as any amount of contact felt like it was tearing off my skin. My raw red cock fell out and I threw a teary-eyed pleading glance Mom's way before wrapping it back up in ice.

"Serves you right!" She was starting to chuckle but couldn't keep it up as my evident discomfort quickly soften her sweetheart. "I put fabric softener in your soap." She winced, obviously not intending to cause this severe of a reaction isolated to that specific locale.

Evil little witch! She knew I was allergic to that shit. I still had nightmares of my body breaking out in hives in the middle of first period English class in high school. Thanks to Mom's gullible nature, she'd fallen for that stupid stuffed bear on TV and bought a bottle to try. How was I supposed to know my damned sensitive skin wanted nothing to do with that evil blue goop and that plush giggling shitheel? She kept using the malevolent stuff on her own clothes; last year I had a pair of socks get mixed up with her laundry and could barely walk for two days.

"Fuck, Ma!" I doubled over, losing the ability to think clearly let alone form a sentence without a four-letter word in it. "Shit burns," I gasped, kicking off my pants and hobbling to the kitchen hunched over in agony. I dropped into a chair and started banging my head against the wooden tabletop in the hopes of distracting myself from the unholy fire that burned my loins. I'd gained a new appreciation for my high school sex ed class at that moment. "Don't be silly, protect your willy," they said. I sure as shit didn't think they were talking about Mom when I laughed at those words. I'd never wish this agony on anyone, no matter what disease-infested swamp they swam in.

Mom stood and went to the scene of our recent crimes and returned moments later with a tube of cream in her hand. I was oblivious to all of this at the time, but what she did next immediately brought my attention back to reality. From under the table, Mom pried the ice pack away from my crimson cock and I felt her little hands again, working up and down my shaft. I spread my knees and scooched forward a bit so she could get that healing cream everywhere it needed to go. I instantly felt better, and though I knew it wouldn't last, I remembered that stuff had worked miracles the last time this travesty befell me. Gods, Mom's hands felt so good on my fiery flesh as they slipped in between every fold and dangling wrinkle, spreading a wave of cooling bliss across my poor aching parts.

What followed was only natural given the circumstances. I felt myself relax and begin to enjoy her treatment as the pain subsided and I was able to focus on her meandering digits as they caressed every square millimeter of my privates. I grew and then grew s'more as she continued her healing massage from under the table. I wished I could see what she was doing but the hidden surprise only added to the excitement as I felt her begin stroking my length in earnest, rolling her palm over my swollen red tip.

Mom attacked me with both hands, one wrapped firmly around the base of my shaft and the other flying across my tender knob. I tightened within moments and groaned into the tabletop as I felt the first spasm. She stopped moving and held my throbbing rose-colored prick while I unloaded beneath the table. I couldn't tell where my milky streams were landing so I let my imagination run with it, picturing her pretty little face being pelted by globs of flying spunk in righteous retribution for this prank-gone-wrong. Once emptied, I groaned and sat back in my chair and looked down at Mom. She had managed to capture most of my creamy emissions and was looking up at me with her big doe eyes and a puddle in her palm, my greasy cock splitting her smiling face in two.

"Napkin, please," she asked as if that was a perfectly normal request following what had just transpired in our dining room. I acquiesced, reaching out to the holder and flinging a pair of paper squares down to her. The burning was slowly starting to come back and I was dreading the rest of my evening. The thought of putting my pants back on sent shivers down my spine and the thought of not doing so sent shivers someplace else. Luckily, I had the day off tomorrow and could recuperate in relative peace, provided my little she-devil of a mother deemed to allow it.

Mom got up and sat beside me. Her face was pink, but she didn't seem overly ashamed at what had just gone down under the table. "Feel better?"

"A little," I said. I couldn't lie; Mom did make me feel better. But the heat was coming back with a vengeance and I knew it would be some time until it subsided to the point of being bearable. I groaned and murmured, "I'm gonna go lie down."

"Alright, dear. I'm sorry. If I'd known..."

"My own damn fault," I muttered and stood with a grimace. How the hell could she have known? I'm lucky my whole body wasn't on fire. Regardless, I wouldn't let her take the blame for my own perverted actions. If I hadn't buried my middle finger inside her that morning, none of this would have happened.

"I'll check on you before I go to bed," she offered, clearly distraught at the suffering she was causing me.

"Whatever." I didn't care; I only wanted away from that infernal woman and to lie in my own misery for a spell.

I went into my room and curled up into a ball and did all I could to keep from crying myself to sleep. I drifted off eventually, only to fall into the most peaceful of dreams. I was laying on my back and my dick was aflame. I was twisting in agony with sweat soaking the blankets when all of a sudden an angel came and doused the torturous inferno and took me into her icy-cold hands. It felt so real and wonderful and a calm relaxing peacefulness fell over me as could only be achieved in the deepest of sleep. Then something felt off; it was too real. My mind rejected its slumbering subconscious and my eyes shot open.

"Marm!" I garbled in sleepy surprise.

"Shh, dear, just trying to make you feel better." Her little hands were wrapped around my cock again, slowly and methodically massaging antihistamine cream into my raw skin. My red rod stood straight up in her grasp and she was knelt at my side wearing a silk nightgown that draped loosely over her petite frame. I could see her two pointed nipples jabbing through the thin fabric and how they jostled and rubbed against the nightie as she worked her arms up and down. Much like that morning, my sleep-addled brain surrendered control and I lifted a hand, reaching up under her arm, and cupped one of those tender peaches. I rolled it in my palm and brushed over its stiff hard pebble. Mom leaned down, giving me permission to continue my exploration of her soft pliable mounds while she worked her palms slowly up and down my burning shaft.

I didn't want to stop fondling her dangling breasts but the slow continuous stroking quickly triggered another eruption and I groaned, lifting my hips from the mattress and into her clutches.

"There you go, Dax; let Mom make you feel good," she purred with my hand clenched tight around her perky tit.

I lost it with those words and shot a load of epic proportions up to my chest. I felt like I'd never stop, partly because Mom wouldn't stop. She milked my throbbing shaft and squeezed my balls as I heaved and moaned and sprayed strings of viscous white cum all over my belly. I made a mess, and then it was gone. Mom leaned down and started slurping up my sticky goo and dragging that cute little pink tongue up and down my torso. I could feel her hot breath against my skin as she cleaned up every last drop. I'd never had a chick go crazy for my spunk before, let alone seek to inhale it from my body with such enthusiasm.

Mom sat back on her feet and licked her lips. I watched those little titties bounce and sway beneath her silk nightie. She giggled, shaking her shoulders like she knew exactly where my gaze was fixed; just as I'd done with my cock in the shower that morning. Turnabout's fair play, I suppose, so I reached up and grabbed one in each hand. Mom wasn't having it though, the little tease grabbed my wrists and forced me away. Then she reached out and gave my healing cock a pat and said, "Good night." She hopped off my bed like a naughty schoolgirl and I watched with wide eyes as silk hugged her narrow curves and swished side to side while her jiggly apple-bottom bounced out the door.

"Fuck!" I blurted aloud to no one but myself. It'd be another hour or so until I finally fell asleep again. Even as I drifted off, I couldn't get the pictures of what she'd just done out of my head.

I slept in as late as I was able. I'd never been a morning person and my work usually started early so during rare days off I took full advantage. My junk still burned, but it was more of a dull ache now rather than the fiery hornet's nest of the night before. I investigated the damage; my palm was red but I hardly felt that; my cock, on the other hand, was a mottled crimson of rashy ugliness. I couldn't bear the thought of putting on pants, let alone a pair of underwear. Even the relative softness of my bed sheets felt like sandpaper as I threw them off and sat on the edge of my bed.

I didn't know what to do but I had to get something to eat; my stomach gurgled and cramped. I picked up a dirty t-shirt and held it in front of my scarred manhood and stuck my head out the door. The coast was clear, so I ran out into the kitchen and one-handedly fixed myself a sandwich. Just as I was ready to duck back into my room, I heard a sound coming from Mom's room. It seemed like she was watching porn; a girl was moaning and saying all kinds of nasty stuff. Then I got closer and could finally hear with clarity.

"That's it baby, fuck me! Harder!"

Jesus Christ! That's Mom's voice! She was in there working herself up to a lather. I had no idea she even practiced the art of self-gratification. I can't say I'm surprised; it's just that she tended to be a little more discreet about things of that nature. Our tight living quarters lead to some embarrassing encounters over the years, but I was always on the receiving end and Mom was too shell-shocked to do much besides scream an apology or tell me to take a cold shower.

Those memories pushed a wicked idea into my head, but I had to have a closer look before I could tell if it was feasible. I gently opened her door and crammed an eyeball in the crack, hoping she wasn't looking in my direction. No worries there, sweet little Ma was sky high, supine on the mattress with her feet in the air and hands between her legs. I couldn't see the good parts because her blankets were all bunched up, but I was able to deduce that my plan would work.

I hurried back to the kitchen and filled a gallon pitcher with cold water then returned to her door. I'd long since abandoned the old t-shirt and my sandwich and was spectacularly naked, flopping around the apartment as I dashed to and fro in a state of excited anticipation. I was so worked up with what I was about to do that the pain in my groin had ceased to be more than a mild annoyance.

Looking back into her room, I watched a few moments longer as she plowed an unseeable device in and out of her tight little pussy. Gods I wished I could turn into a fly on that wall. I gave it a little bit longer, my cock now rigid though offering no distraction as I focused intently on my retribution.

I kicked open the door and at that split second heard Mom cry out. "Yes! Fuck meeee! Daaaax!" Her body shook and she collapsed flat on the bed as I unleashed a bucket of cold water in her direction, seeking to douse her passions as she'd often suggested I do when she caught me in the act of self-pleasure.

Everything slowed down as her words sunk in and I watched the cascade of frigid liquid arc over her bed. Fuck! In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the best plan. She was fantasizing about me being inside her and I sure as shit just blew the doors off that deep dark secret.

"Dax!" she screamed, trying to pull her blankets up and cover her shame as a deluge of icy cold water rained down on her naked body.

"You bastard!"

Christ Ma, low blow, it's not exactly my fault I'm a bastard. Suffice it to say, I got the hell out of there in a hurry, my big stiff cock zigging and zagging as I ducked through the door and scurried back into my own private sanctuary. I heard Mom outside in the hall cursing and banging around, likely stripping her bed and loading up the dryer. I felt bad; I screwed something up that I never knew I wanted; well, at least since the air horn incident.

Dammit! I got up and stuck my head out the doorway. "Mom? You alright?"

She came to my door with a half-wet sheet wrapped around her body. "That wasn't very nice! I'm freezing cold!" she cried, her face was bright red, though it'd likely been that way well before I launched my surprise attack. Her lips were pale and I could see her jaw vibrating like she meant what she'd said. Ma always got cold; I'd wager it was part of being so small and skinny.

"Neither was this!" I said and stuck my red piebald cock out the gap in my door.

"I said sorry about that! Twice!" she whined through her clenched jaw.

Her words hit a soft spot; she really had tried, and she did far more than I ever dreamed she'd consider doing. So there we stood; my cock was burning up again and her lean body was shivering with cold. Maybe we'd taken our silly games a little too far. I felt bad; so please believe me when I say it was with the purest intentions that I stepped outside my room, naked as the day she'd given birth to me, and wrapped my arms around Mom's trembling body. I rubbed my hands up and down her sides and tried to warm her narrow quivering torso the only way I could think to try.

"Why don't you take a hot shower?" I offered. Mom looked at me and gave me one of her patented flirty smirks. I'd seen that look before, but never directed my way; it was always aimed at some toolbag she'd brought home from the bar. Her arms flew out with her hands clenching the sheet wrapped around her body like a superhero cape. I caught a momentary flash of that trimmed bush and those two pokey nips before she circled my chest with her arms and flew into my nakedness, trying to bury herself in my heat. Gods, she felt good all bundled up in my arms with nothing between us but our skin.

"This is nice," Mom purred as her chattering teeth came to rest. I held her tight, feeling her two pert swells pressing against my body. Every time she shifted her stiff points would drag across my skin and remind me of how close and how naked she was.

"Sheet's half wet," I said, unsure what I intended to do about it but there was a cold spot between my shoulder blades and it wasn't exactly helping with my intended goal of bringing warmth

"That's your own damn fault," Mom said and then giggled, nuzzling her dark hair into the crook of my shoulder.

I felt the need to poke the bear since she seemed to be in such a good mood. "What were you doing in there, Ma?"

Mom sighed. "You know exactly what I was doing for Christ's sake."

"I didn't see nothing," I said, partially telling the truth.

"Sure, you didn't."

"I heard what you said though."

Mom whimpered and then looked up at me. "I...I...I..." she stammered.

I didn't let her finish. "Ah, Ma, you don't need to be sorry."

I leaned down and kissed her then. Kissed her hard, like I meant it. Not like I was her son; like I wanted to tell her something that I'd probably screw up if I used words to say. Our tongues tangled and she moaned into my mouth as we danced and held our naked bodies close. She dropped the sheet and our hands started moving. I reached down for that tight round yoga ass and squeezed, kneading her firmness in circles. She did the same, sliding down my flanks and grasping my backside with her two tiny little claws. I felt her fingers dig into my skin and slide through my crack as she pulled at me while I pulled back at her. My cock raged, folded and pressing hard into her belly, trapped between the intensity of our embrace.

Then I did something I realized I'd wanted to do for some time. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder and hauled her into my bedroom. She squealed and howled until I threw her onto my mattress.

"Dax?! What are you doing?" she gasped with her feet splayed out and hair a mess.

I pounced between her legs and held her down, staring into her pinkness. "I'm saying sorry," I muttered.

I dropped my head and kissed down her taut stomach, feeling her lift her short toned legs and raise her feet skyward as I pressed my broad chest onto her center. I reached the strip that pointed to her treasure and lingered, kissing up and down either side, feeling little prickles where her hair had started to grow back. I licked between her legs and along every inch of skin that I could reach before I finally slipped between her lips. She howled and bucked her hips but I forced her down, holding her legs back with two strong hands and pressing her into the bed. She couldn't have got away at that point if she wanted to, not that she showed any signs of wishing to be elsewhere.

I dove my tongue deep between her dainty pink folds and felt her two puffy lips wrap around my cheeks. I tasted her bittersweet musk and reveled in the softness and wetness that I found buried between her thighs. My sweet little mom's sweet little pussy was all that I had a mind for at that moment and I licked and sucked and poked and prodded every fold and flap and hard nub I could lay my lips upon. I dove into her tight tunnel, feeling her squeeze and squeal as my face pressed against her clit and sent electric shocks through her flailing body. Then I slowed, lapping up the length of her narrow inner lips until I reached their crest and felt her swollen clit slide across my tongue. I pursed my lips and inhaled, pulling in every ripple of pink flesh that surrounded it with a wet slurp.Mom went ballistic, like she was riding a bucking bronco sideways. Words came out of that woman's mouth that I'd never imagined I'd hear. It was all I could do to keep her pinned down and my tongue focused on that tight bundle of nerves. A gush of fluids splashed my chin and I heard her scream. But I did not relent, lashing at her clit, gnashing my teeth, and pulling with my lips until I felt a second shuddering release and heard her beg for mercy.

"Dax, stop," she gasped. "I can't take it."

I let her loose with a sucking slurp and she squealed, grabbing my hair and pulling me up her body with her lips open and her tongue perched between her teeth. I flew up her chest and locked my mouth with hers and we danced again, this time with her taste between us. She was an animal, hungry for her own flavor. I let her lick me clean, sliding that pointed pink tongue all around my maw as she collected every last dribble of lady cum that decorated my face. She squeezed my cheeks with her palms and licked me like an ice cream cone until I could take it no more and started giggling.

"Think that's funny, do ya?" she said, slapping my cheeks playfully with alternating hands.

I nodded and Mom straight threw me off her. She might be small and a klutz, but that tight little package was as strong and nimble as a mountain cat at that moment. I landed on my back at her side and she pounced on top of me. I was scared to death that her lack of coordination would result in further injury to my jewels so I covered up as she came crashing down on my arms with her legs on either side, staring down at me with a ferocity that I'd never before seen. I thought maybe she intended to impale herself but she had other ideas and slid down my arms and over my piebald package until she was kneeling between my thighs.

"Shy all of a sudden?" she asked, looking up at me with a twinkle in her big brown eyes and a flirty smirk splitting her flushed face.

I was still covering up, fearful of taking a knee to the nuggets, and it took me more than one moment to realize what she meant. Mom didn't wait, she pried my hands away and attacked my redness like it was a pile of kibble, nibbling and licking and nuzzling her face into every little bit and piece I had down there. I ignored the itchy ache and focused on her hot breath and wet lips and slippery tongue as she slowly worked her way up my mottled shaft and pulled my flared tip into her steamy mouth.

"Oh gods, Ma," I groaned and felt her hum a response as vibrations shoot from my most tender crown into my center. Fuck, she was good at giving head, too! Fiesty little minx was full of surprises. Maybe I should try flinging cold water on her while she was paddlin' the pink canoe more often.

Mom wasn't a sucker; insomuch I mean she was more focused on her lips and tongue than with trying to pull me out by the root. It was so different than the hoovers I'd dated in recent years and I had to admire her enthusiasm as she bobbed and weaved all over the top of me while her tongue and lips fluttered across my rosy skin. I was sopping wet by the time she settled in one spot under the tip of the base of my cock. The word frenulum came to me at that moment for some strange reason, another courtesy of high school sex ed.

Mom hunched up on that spot and wiggled her tongue; first back and forth, then side to side, then in circles, then like a crazed anteater every which way. Her lips puckered, flitting across my tender ridges while her soft pink probe worked its magic on the most sensitive patch of skin on my body. It didn't take long; between her thrusting whirling dervish of a tongue and those supple wet lips I was tightening up like a fat man's trousers after dinner at the buffet.

"Ahh, Ma!" I groaned and then let loose. My first thick spurt nailed her between the eyes and the second hit her upper lip. She still didn't seal me off, instead, it was like she wanted to play, smearing my white goo all over her lips as I pumped another load onto her outstretched tongue and she dribbled it onto her chin. More came and Mom kept moaning and giggling as it shot out and splashed against her hand and face while she wiped it around her cheeks and up and down my cock. By the time I was done oozing white stuff, her face was coated and my shaft was a red sticky mess. Then she set to cleaning me up, taking her time with her talented tongue, using my cock and her spittle as a washcloth to wipe her face and transfer everything she could into her hungry mouth.

It was soothing in a very wicked way; watching my dear sweet Mom pay that kind of attention to my body and so clearly enjoying herself. I laid my head back and let her finish. She kept going until I'd softened and drooped down on my thigh and then gave me one last peck before carefully crawling up my side and collapsing onto my shoulder. I was fearful again that she'd hurt me or her self, but Mom was proving rather nimble in the sack. I was grateful because when she curled her svelte warm body up against my side it felt as if all was perfect in the world. I heard her sigh and I answered in kind as she wrapped an arm across my chest and I tucked mine under her neck and pulled her in tight. I reached over and grabbed my blanket and pulled it over our bodies and within minutes the both of us were breathing heavy and dreaming dreams that we'd never thought possible.

I woke up with a screaming pit in my stomach and a missing source of warmth at my side. Mom was gone and I'd forgotten to eat and now it was late afternoon. I gingerly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went to find the sandwich I'd made before Mom's moaning lead to another round of debauchery. It was on the corner of the table with a note that read "Forget something?" along with a smiley winking face and a heart. Mom was nowhere to be found, she'd up and left me after our roll in my bed and that made me a little sad.

Days passed before our tricks and trysts would continue. I healed up from my allergic reaction and we coexisted more or less as we always had, baring a few extra sideways glances and suggestive innuendo. She didn't tease me and I left her alone, despite how badly I wanted to pick her up and toss her onto my bed again.

I'd almost forgot about our escalating prankery until one night after work my phone started blowing up. "Dude wtf?!?" "Nice ass!" "Hahaha, she got you good!!!" The texts flooded in. I didn't know what had happened until my buddy from work told me to check Facebook.

Top of my feed was a picture of me laying face down spread eagle in bed with a sheet barely covering enough to make the shot appropriate for dissemination. I knew when that shot was taken and I knew who took it. "My baby boy is all tuckered out," the caption read. She'd taken it the day she'd licked me clean, of that I had no doubt. To think I'd trusted her and thought we shared something special! Dirty tricky little flirt got me good!

"Mom!" I bellowed. I ran into the living room to find her snickering into her phone, swiping up and down and trying her hardest to ignore me while she enjoyed the fallout from her post. I was furious and fuming; it was one thing to humiliate me in the privacy of our home but in front of my friends... She'd gone too far and my thoughts turned to vengeance as I stormed off to my room.

I slammed my door and hunched against it in thought while rubbing my face and eyes to clear my anger. I felt a sting and then a fire and my eyes began to water. Fuck, not again! Then I remembered and smelled my fingertips. I'd spent the afternoon making a huge batch of spicy sausage and it was just the residual chilies causing an irritation. That was all it took to spawn a retaliatory plan of action in my mind; it was her turn to feel the burn.

I was off work the next day and spent the first half waiting patiently for Mom to leave and do whatever it was she did during the day. I heard the front door close and sprang into action, going first to the kitchen and retrieving a small bottle of powdered spice. Then I entered her room, something I never did when she wasn't home. That act felt nearly as unnatural as anything that had happened in the past weeks. Mom and I respected each other's privacy. Recent events aside, it was what made our living arrangement peaceful and long-lasting. But she'd violated my trust with her Facebook post and I had no qualms about breaking our unspoken agreement or perpetrating the perverse trick I had planned.

I searched her room, starting with the bedside table, and quickly found what I sought: a collection of brightly-colored sex toys that caused me to bark out a laugh. Mom was feisty and obviously in need of more relief than she was getting from biological sources. I rifled through the assortment until I found an appropriate device. I didn't want to destroy her, only to teach her a lesson about trusting boundaries. Despite all we shared and the lines we'd crossed, there was still a limit to what I thought fair and right.

I picked up a little silver bullet and spat on it. Then I sprinkled it with cayenne powder, just a smidge, and rubbed it around. I blew on it until it dried and the evidence was barely noticeable and returned it to its obvious hiding place. The trap had been set.

A week passed and I'd had no satisfaction. Each night I lie in bed expecting to hear her howls before darkness took me. Then it happened; I heard her door fly open and a wail echo through the apartment as she entered the kitchen. Wearing only a pair of briefs, I crept out of bed and snuck out into the hall. Mom was naked and standing in the darkness, illuminated only by the street lights that shone through the blinds. She reached into the freezer and pulled out a handful of ice cubes and brought them to her crotch. She squealed and hopped as she pressed them onto the source of her discomfort between her thighs. I crept into the dining room and sat quietly at the table, waiting for her to turn and find me.

Mom screamed when she saw my silhouette and launched a handful of half-melted ice cubes at me. I raised my hands in defense as the cold rocks bounced harmlessly across the floor. I don't know why I was worried; Mom threw like a girl. I mean that in the nicest way possible, but she couldn't hit a wall from five feet away.

"Dax! You scared me!" she shrieked, fanning her hand in front of her inflamed coochie.

"Hot down there?" I asked and chuckled.

"You! You did this?!" Mom was hopping with a hand pressed into her fiery flesh. Her perky tits bounced in time and I was transfixed. "Do something, Dax! It hurts," she whined.

I'd had a plan already worked out for this eventuality which was the main reason for my anxious anticipation these past days. I had to be there so Mom would come to me for help, it was the most important part of my scheme. After I'd laced her vibrator with capsaicin, I took an extra step to ensure she'd have some measure of relief and I'd be able to indulge the perverted fantasies I'd recently unearthed and lately been denied.

I went to the freezer and pulled out a long glass rod that I'd discovered neglected and hiding at the bottom of Mom's toy chest. It had a slight curve to it and little bumps all across its surface, except for the base which flared out into a large round ball meant for gripping. The tip also widened before ending in a rounded conical point shaped to represent its analogous replacement. The glass toy was frigid and coated with a layer of frost. I held it out to Mom and smirked.

"Ohh! Gimme!" she said, snatching at it. But I was too fast and too tall and held it over my head in triumph; one final torturous tease before providing her the relief she craved. Mom was frantic, jumping up and down, sending those pink peaches careening around her narrow chest. She latched onto my neck and wrapped her strong little legs around my waist and futilely tried to climb up my body. I took an elbow to the face and had enough of her shenanigans. I trapped her to my chest with an arm around her waist and jogged into her room.

"Dax! Come on!" she squealed as I rammed her through the doorway and lept into her bed while she was still tied around me. She grunted as my weight came down on top of her but then relaxed her grip and fell free as I lifted up. She crab-crawled backward with her legs splayed wide open and her raw red pussy yawning at me. I held the frozen toy out, letting her take hold and press it into the fiery stings that inflamed her tenderness. I crawled forward on my knees, staring down as Mom slid the bumpy clear glass over her swollen red lips, rotating it to draw more cold into her burning loins. She did this for at least five minutes, moaning and squeezing the glass rod into her peppered pussy while I looked on in rapt attention as her motions gradually shifted from alleviating pain to causing pleasure.

Mom used two fingers to spread her wavy ripples apart and then popped the bulbous tip between her puffy lips and howled. She sunk it deep, pushing the slightly-curved glass arc down and in to hit the tender nerve center just behind her entrance. Her lips fluttered with each pass of the toy, the bumpy texture causing her petals to ripple and wave.

"Take it out, Dax. Play with me," Mom cooed while languidly toying her pussy and staring at my tented briefs. I was already considering it and her words only served to hasten my actions. I dropped my drawers and crept forward, sitting back on my heels with my cock in hand pointed straight at Mom's glistening sex as she forced the glass shaft in and out of her wetness. I stroked myself in time with her movements, fixated on how the device parted her and plunged deep inside before withdrawing, stretching her dainty lips while they fluttered over the uneven glass surface.

Mom and I moaned together, her wide eyes watching my movements and me staring down at her with my mouth gaping open and tongue hanging out. She slid her second hand down her body and starting trilling across her clit. Her body began to shake and she lifted her feet towards the ceiling and kicked at the air. I could see wet streaks dripping down her creases and coalescing into the dark crevice between her cheeks, dribbling over her pink puckered asshole. A white froth built around the toy as she sped up and slurped the knobbly rod in and out of her sodden depths. I wanted to watch her all night but the heavy smell of her sex and the sounds she was making from both ends pushed me over the edge.

I thrust my hips out and convulsed, sending a streak of white screaming over Mom's hands that marked her from belly button to breastbone. My second eruption glanced off the toy, splashing her thigh, and then I moved closer, targeting the point of penetration and unloading several bursts that found the mark. Mom mewled and ran her hands through my spunk, smearing it around her breasts and pussy as she climaxed and her legs came crashing down. She groaned, holding the toy tight between her legs.

Mom brought her knees together and I backed away as she convulsed around the glass shaft and rolled onto her side, whimpering as each wave of ecstasy blasted through her tiny body.

"I haven't come like that in ages!" she exclaimed.

"Feel better?"

Mom groaned her answer and I chuckled and reached out to pat her tight round backside. "Good night, Ma." I stood and pulled up my underwear, stealing one last glance at her blissful contented state.

"Night, Dax," I heard her softly say as I shut the door and returned to my room.

A few days of boring monotony passed after the spicy toy incident. I'd been on the lookout for Mom's retribution but had begun let my guard down. She'd been distant, even the moaning coming from her room had been absent. I was worried something was up; that maybe we'd taken our fun a little too far and Mom had had a change of heart about the whole ordeal. It got to the point where I was actually looking forward to her next cruel trick as it would signal her desire to continue the games we'd been playing. I even stopped jerking off, intent on saving myself for whatever Mom had in store for me. The pressure was building though, and it was becoming impossible to even be in her presence without my eyes and mind wandering. I needed her to make the next move soon or else I feared I'd lose control and take matters into my own hands.

Mom surprised me one morning as I was getting ready to head off to work. "Let's go out to dinner tonight, just the two of us."

It wasn't an odd request; we went out together once or twice a month, but I could tell something was up. We didn't usually plan our nights out, they just happened because we were bored or Mom didn't feel like cooking. I cared not, however, and thought the idea would bring a welcome change to the tedium of the past week.

"Alright, sounds good to me," I replied.

"Meet me at the Italian place after work."

"See you then."

"Bye, Dax," Mom said, waving as I walked out the door. Her flirty smirk came back for an instant and I couldn't judge her intentions. Was this a date or a continuation of our war?

Turned out it was both; Mom had set me up. I entered the restaurant and strolled to the bar, our typical meeting place, and was immediately ambushed by a waify blonde.

"Hi, Dax."

"Hello," I said, wondering how she knew my name. She had a drink in her hand and her breath wreaked of house vodka.

"Name'sh Denise," she slurred and then slung an arm around my shoulder.

I guessed her to be at least twenty years my senior. She wasn't bad looking, but her flushed lazy face and wobbly body weren't doing her any favors. She pressed her breasts against me and I had to turn my nose from her panting mouth.

"What can I do for you, Denise?" I was trying to be polite and didn't outright reject her obvious advances.

"Your Ma said you'd be here. She shaid you needed some lovin'. I saw that pitcher of you and had to she for myself."

I couldn't help but laugh. Mom had set me up with one of her Facebook friends; apparently the biggest lush she knew judging by how hammered Denise was acting.

"Well then, nice to meet you, Denise. Want to grab a bite to eat?"

"Mmm I do," she said and gnashed her teeth at me. She leaned in and kissed me, trying to get me to turn my face back her way, but I pulled away. I wasn't on Denise's wavelength just yet, though she didn't immediately repulse me as I figured Mom's trickery had intended. I was willing to have a little fun with this hussy as payback, but it didn't feel right to take her home just yet. Besides, I was hungry; a heaping pile of lasagna had been on my mind all afternoon.

I took control of the situation and grabbed Denise's hand that was wrapped around my shoulder and took her stumbling body to a high top and helped her mount a stool. I sat opposite and quickly ordered a drink. I attempted conversation but Denise appeared fixated on a single task: getting me in bed, so our exchanges were rather short and one-sided. I downed a second and third double whiskey in an effort to see a little more eye to eye with my sloshing date while simultaneously trying to distract her from falling deeper into the bottle before our food arrived.

Denise had ordered a side salad and a plate of wings which she grotesquely and loudly ate while staring into my eyes. She did things with her lips and tongue and teeth to those poor chicken bits that made me reconsider this whole asinine affair. I tried my best to ignore her rabid disassembly of dinner and focused on my garlic bread and pasta. Unfortunately, that proved futile as I found myself lacking a pair of earplugs.

The food, plus keeping her from ordering a refill, seemed to be helping her sobriety a bit so I attempted a second round of conversation. "What do you do, Denise?"

"Massage therapist."

She certainly wasn't the wordiest of dates but I liked the sound of that. "Do you practice in town?"Mostly I go to clients, or they come to my house." She looked at me a little sideways and pursed her lips like she was hoping I was catching some sly innuendo. The only signal I was getting was the one she'd been broadcasting loud and clear since our introduction: she wanted a piece and preferred not to wait for it.

"How do you know my mom?" I asked, hoping to fill in at least one small part of this mystery before I obliged her overt advances.

"I don't really. She was a client a while back and we ended up connecting on Facebook."

"Ah, you saw the picture of me she posted."

Denise was staring at me while licking ranch dressing off her fork with unnecessary vigor. She nodded and then dropped the utensil. "I asked if you were single. She wrote back yesterday and said you really wanted to meet up."

Framed! I didn't mind the deceptive blind date, but Mom had taken it a step further and Denise's actions suddenly made more sense. She thought I knew I was meeting her; and furthermore, that I'd wanted to.

"And here we are." I shrugged and smiled, playing along with Mom's charade.

"What I want to know is where we're going next," Denise stated bluntly.

"How's my place sound?" I asked and grinned at the older woman suggestively. I very much wanted Mom to know how her deceptive attempt at matchmaking would turn out.

"I thought you'd never ask." Denise stood on unsure legs and began collecting her things while I left a few twenties on the table and made for the door.

We walked the five blocks to my apartment in relative silence. Denise insisted on pinning me against her wobbly body and I relented, wrapping an arm around her waist as we stepped in time down the street. The effects of the alcohol had lessened but Denise still took a few stumbles on the uneven sidewalk. She was beginning to remind me more of Mom which furthered my desire to get her home and give her what she wanted.

Denise barely waited for me to close the front door before she jumped me. She tugged at my clothes, lifting my shirt up and undoing my pants. She dropped to her knees and pushed down my underwear and inhaled my flaccid noodle faster than I could take a step. I had nowhere to go; I was trapped between the door and a ravenous fiend so I just leaned back and let her have her fill. She was good but messy and noisy, working me like she ravaged her dinner, slobbering all up and down my shaft and moaning a dozen different ways while she tugged and slurped with callous vigor.

I heard a door open and watched Mom walk quietly into the kitchen. She saw me with Denise on her knees bobbing away on my dick and her jaw dropped. I gave her a smile and a shrug, wordlessly saying, "Isn't this what you wanted?" Then I felt my balls clench and growled.

"I'm coming!" I blurted while watching Mom's shocked reaction. "Aaaahhh!" I groaned as the first spasm throbbed through my thick shaft. Denise was a champ, latching on tight with both hands and pulling every last drop out of me with her concave cheeks.

Mom gave me a disgusted look and turned to go back to her room. I absently wished she'd stay and watch because I was certain Denise wouldn't mind and figured she was just getting started.

"Mmm you are delicious," Denise purred as she stood and wiped her sloppy face with the back of her hand. "It's been a while since I've been with a young man. I hope I haven't worn you out already."

She hadn't; I'd been so bottled up lately thinking about Mom's next move that I had plenty left to appease the lanky blonde strumpet. I shook my head in response and took my clothes the rest of the way off and walked to my bedroom without saying a word. I held the door open and Denise walked past, stroking the back of her hand across my slick stiffness and smiling with approval as she sashayed into my bedroom and began taking off her clothes.

I went to my dresser and pulled out a box of condoms. Thank you, sex ed, I owe you another one. I didn't trust this woman; her proclivities were obviously loose, to say the least, and I hoped she hadn't just given me a case of the herp. I opened the box and counted what remained: four left, which turned out to be just enough.

What followed next was the most depraved and nasty sex I'd ever been part of. It took every ounce of my youthful vigor to keep up with that woman and the shit that came out of her mouth still makes me blush to this day. She started on top and rode me for what seemed like half an hour. I watched her saggy tits flop around, wishing they were Mom's perky peaches instead. Eventually, I threw her off and took control, fucking her doggy-style in the middle of my bed. It was a favorite position of mine, but mostly I was tired of looking at her drunk disheveled face and limp teats. I tried my best to last but eventually succumbed for the second time that evening.

At some point I picked her up and fucked her against the wall that my room shared with Mom's, banging away like a maniac. It was something I'd always wanted to try and found it just as strenuous and fulfilling as I'd imagined. In between our lustful unions I took the time to munch on that blonde rug, getting her sloppy pussy all over my face, no longer capable of caring overmuch about contracting a disease. She came and came, gushing like a fountain and coating me in slippery secretions. We fucked standing up, laying down, sitting in a chair, and in one position that might be considered upside down. She'd get bored or I'd get tired and then I'd pick her up and toss her into a new arrangement before sliding back into that sopping cunt and restarting a rhythm that quickly outpaced my desires. She howled and cursed and moaned like I had her hand in a vice. Mom had to have heard everything, especially me railing that noisy wench against her wall.

I can't remember even half of what went down in that stanky room. I do know that near the end of our ornery ordeal, she made it a point to inform me she had a thing for getting drilled in the ass. I'd never met a girl who wanted me to go there and didn't intend to pass up the opportunity regardless of how exhausted I felt. That whole virgin experience quickly led to another intense release which spent the last rubber. She wanted to keep going but I was completely spent and covered in sweat and cum and whatever other nastiness came out of that lascivious woman. We took a shower together and I bid her farewell and she made me promise to stop by for a massage sometime. As if that crazed jezebel had any intention of rubbing more than one part of me.

For the first time in weeks, I didn't think about Mom at all. Maybe that was what I needed: three hours of fucking like an enraged beast to clear my head. She seemed distant the next morning. I tried to lighten the mood by asking if she had any more Facebook friends I could meet, but my snarky request had the opposite effect. She was mad; I could tell. Like I'd rubbed it in her face by fucking Denise while she was home. Granted, that was a large part of my motivation, but I hadn't anticipated such hurt feelings.

Days passed and we barely shared a word. Mom was ruminating something fierce and wouldn't let me inside her head no matter what I tried. I laid off the pranks because I didn't want to mess things up any worse than I already had. In hindsight, that may have been part of the problem. Maybe she felt the same as I had? Maybe she wanted our illicit encounters to continue, even if they were born of cruelty and jest. After two weeks, I finally devised a plan to discover what was eating at her, taking a page from her own book of tricks.

There was a new kid at work, Brent; he was real sharp and good looking. The ladies that came in were falling all over him and he was suave as fuck about it all. I enjoyed watching him work the crowd because it took some of that annoyance off of me; plus, I'll admit I learned a few things watching him flirt and play with the girls. He loved to joke around with the guys, too, and we got along like best buds after just a short while. So I hit him up to help with my plan, offering to cover a couple of shifts he needed to take off in exchange for his services. He was all over it once he heard my idea, thinking it'd be hilarious to play a joke on my dear sweet Ma. Of course, he wasn't aware of the full nature of what I intended, but he didn't need to be to play his part to perfection.

"Let's go out tonight," I said to Mom over a bowl of granola. We hadn't done anything together in weeks and I hoped whatever was turning her away wasn't going to last forever.

"Alright, Italian?" Mom's reply was quick and to the point. She didn't sound excited but at least she didn't immediately shoot me down.

"Sounds good. I'll meet you there after work."

Only Mom wouldn't meet me, she'd meet Brent. I told him what she liked, what type of men she seemed to prefer; I gave him any and every clue that might help him seduce her and get her to bring him home as I had done with Denise. I wanted her to feel like she had a shot. More to the point, I wanted her to want to do to Brent what I had done to that messy masseuse. I wanted her so worked up that the second she walked through our front door she was ready to strip off her clothes and get down on her knees.

I secretly hoped it was a jealous twinge that had been eating at her these past weeks; that she wanted me but ended up giving me away to Denise instead. This final trick of mine was crafted to determine whether any of that was true; to ultimately force her to take action or end this craziness that had started with an air horn under her chair and a wet pair of panties.

I was a bundle of nerves sitting in the kitchen in the dark staring at the front door. I heard people talking outside multiple times and braced myself, only to be let down as a flood of anxiety and stress coursed through my veins. It was taking longer than I'd spent with Denise and I suppose that made me a little proud of my dear Ma. She wasn't the floozy that her Facebook friend had been and it was somewhat comforting knowing Brent was having to work for it.

Another half hour passed before I heard Mom's voice outside the door and the sound of her key slide into the lock. She was laughing and giggling and sounded so happy; it was almost enough to convince me to nix the plan and give Brent the thumbs up. But it was too late, Mom stepped over the precipice and Brent slammed the door shut behind her with him still standing on the other side. Mom jumped in surprise and turned, reopening the entry to find Brent disappeared.

I saw her walk outside and stomp her feet in frustration. The look of confusion and anger on her face melted into sadness as she realized he wasn't coming back. It physically hurt to watch my final cruel act of trickery leave its mark.

"Fuck!" she shouted as she re-entered and locked the door. "God fucking dammit!"

I had a speech rehearsed for this moment but it fell to pieces as I watched Mom fall to pieces. She dropped back against the door and slid to her heels, holding her face in her hands. I could see her shoulders twitch and heard quiet sobs escape her lips as her hopes came crashing down.

"Ma?" I said softly.

"You?!" she cried once she finally saw my silhouette at the dining room table.

I stood and walked to her and knelt in front of her red wet eyes. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean this or any of those other tricks I pulled."

"Then why did you do it?!" she wailed in anger.

"Because I was bored and it was fun. Because of what you did. Because of how you made me feel. Because I...I...I love you."

"You fool," Mom said softly, shaking her head.

She was right. For once, I was the fool, not her. I didn't need to use trickery as a means to achieve this end. I just had to speak my mind.

"I put Brent up to all of this. I thought maybe what I did with Denise made you mad. I wanted you to come home to me tonight, not him."

"Oh, Dax. I've been acting the fool, too." Mom calmed and looked at me with a sincerity that made me pay attention. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't know what you wanted with all this," I admitted.

"I didn't either, until right now."

I held my breath.

"Help me up, Dax."

I grabbed her skinny waist and hoisted her up. She lifted her chin and looked at me with her doey wet eyes and I melted. She blinked slow and I leaned down and nuzzled my nose against hers, testing the waters one final time to see if she really wanted this to happen. I made her come to me; to move her lips the last quarter inch until we touched and threw our bodies together. I wrapped her up in my strong broad arms and she moaned, relaxing her jaw and begging my tongue to slip inside her mouth. We met in the middle and spun a slow sensual dance inside the other while I pressed her up against the door and felt her legs wrap around my thigh. She ground against me, pulling at my hips with her hands and forcing me to drive her harder into the unyielding backstop.

My cock grew painful, straining in my jeans as Mom forced it into her undulating belly. I begged to be free and my prayers were answered almost immediately. Our hands flew to buttons and zippers and within seconds I had my palms cupped around Mom's bare breasts and a nipple in my mouth. I kissed and sucked and nuzzled across that soft perky flesh like I'd wanted to do since the day I saw her naked on the bathroom floor. Mom moaned and purred, running her fingers through my hair and directing my wet mouth where she wanted it to go. She pulled me up and back to her lips and then performed a startling feat of acrobatics.

With two hands on my shoulders, Mom hopped up and threw her legs out around my waist and fell back against the door with a thud. My cock slid down her prickly mound and fell free beneath her heat. I was tucked between her wet lips and she pressed against my shaft, rocking her hips and begging me to find a way to quench her aching hunger. I reached down with both hands and pulled her up with one arm wrapped beneath her and used the other to lift my cock and point it where she could find it. Mom felt my tender tip swipe through her lips and dropped down as I crossed her yawning entrance, letting out a low rumbling moan as I slid inside her for the first time.

"Fuck, Ma!" I said, pressing her up against the door as we rocked our hips together and began a rhythm that quickly became a frenzy. I looped my elbows under her knees and hoisted her up, splitting her legs wide, forcing her apart and folding her in half.

"Oh, Dax! Yes! Harder!" she squealed, her frenetic body bouncing as I thrust up and into her, slamming her back against the door and sending her perky tits tottering in all directions. Between each powerful stroke, she'd drop back down, using her short strong legs to deftly reposition for my next plunge. I was again absently impressed by her lithe athleticism. It was an uncharacteristic display that I summarily tossed atop the mountain of revelations that had been growing for weeks.

My reflections were interrupted as I felt wetness across my lap and heard a piercing slap followed by a loud clatter as the door complained each time I crashed into Mom's rippling tightness. She moaned and whimpered with her arms wrapped tight around my neck, bouncing up and down, sandwiched between an immovable object and my lustful pounding. She cried out, howling painfully into my ear and I felt her body tense and then release in a flutter of uncontrolled spasms. Her wet embrace tightened as her rippling walls constricted around my cock. The intensity of that moment drove me to the brink and then threw me hastily over the edge.

I howled and crashed against Mom's tensed body, forcing my hips forward and crushing her against the door as we gasped and shuddered together. I pulsed into her wetness, feeling fluids leak from our messy juncture and dribble down my bare skin. We came together with such force that I feared I'd hurt her small body as she moaned and whined while I emptied into her tight trembling pussy.

But I hadn't damaged my dear sweet Ma. In fact, as soon as my throbbing calmed she leaned in and moaned, "Mmm more," into my ear and then sucked my dangling lobe into her hot gasping mouth. I eased back and held her in my arms as she clung to me with her taut arms and legs wrapped around my body. She bobbed up and down, urging me to continue driving into her ravenous sopping sex. My back was growing tired; she may not weigh more than a hundred pounds, but the forceful nature of our first fuck had sapped my energy and I needed her to take a turn at the wheel.

Quickly weighing my options, I decided to do as I'd done before and carried Mom into her bedroom. She hopped along with my steps, flexing her thighs, squealing with joy, and bouncing on my cock as I strolled through her doorway and stood beside her bed. I turned and faced away, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Mom ground her messy wetness into my lap, dragging her fingernails across my back as I bent down and pulled her dark pointed nipples into my mouth and scraped them with my teeth.

Mom howled in response and dug into my skin. I returned her painful actions by biting down with steadily increasing force until she shrieked and shoved me away. I dropped onto my back, legs draped over the bed and Mom perched over me on her knees with her hands wrapped tenderly around her abused breasts. I reached up and slid under her palms, gently cradling her perky peaches and apologizing for my rough treatment. Mom cooed and I sent my cock throbbing inside her tight tunnel hoping to distract her from the pain I'd caused.

"Ohh, Dax," she moaned and dropped her hands to her belly, feeling me pulse and throb through her insides. She responded by clenching her own set of muscles, well exercised by years of yoga and self-pleasure via artificial means.

"Fuck, Ma!" I blurted as I felt her squeeze and ripple across my shaft. I'd never been with a woman who could perform such an act and the feeling was both new and indescribable. I stared up at her in awe as her pussy gulped and grabbed my cock. I watched her core tighten, muscles tensing over her abdomen, and gazed down between her thighs at her puffy little lips split in half by my thick glistening shaft. Cum was everywhere; pressed into my dark curly hairs and smeared up Mom's front, coating her manicured mound with a slippery layer of our combined fluids.

I reached out with my hand and extended my thumb, pressing it onto her narrow strip of trimmed hair and sliding it up and down through the sticky mess until I dropped and found her swollen nub at the apex of her thin stretched lips. Mom moaned as I worked her button and began rocking her hips, forcing my finger back and forth over her sensitive bump and sending my cock thrashing through her cunt.

Mom grew restless and needed more. She lifted up and planted her feet beside my waist, squatting over me with her two peaches dangling tantalizingly within reach. I grabbed hold of those tender lobes just as Mom began a slow rhythm with her legs, lifting up and dropping slowly back down, growling each time my thickness slid inside and filled her void. I closed my eyes and let the sensory experience overcome all else. I had naught but two handfuls of the softest skin imaginable to distract me from Mom's ridged rippling pussy as her pace increased and wet slaps bounced off the walls of her bedroom.

I felt Mom's hair tickle my chest as she leaned down, forcing my hands from her chest and around her back. She cried out each time she crashed onto my lap and I throbbed inside her. I was unable to control my shuddering cock as the blissful feeling of being wrapped in her tight torrid embrace sent my unchecked muscles twitching and my shaft pulsing through her depths. Her legs began to shake and wobble as she feverously worked our bodies to another screaming crescendo of ecstasy.

I was grunting like a wild animal, calling out each time Mom slammed down on top of me until I felt our frenzy climax and I released inside her for the second time. She dropped onto me, quaking violently as I shuddered and convulsed, spilling my molten seed with staccato spasms. An explosion of sensations tore through our bodies and Mom wailed in sweet release as pulsating waves of pleasure coursed through her trembling frame. We panted together, both out of breath with chests heaving and torsos slick with sweat and the fluids of our gushing flows. I held her tight in my arms, the top of her head pressed into my chin, until we calmed in unison, slowly allowing our fatigued bodies to regain some semblance of control after the unbridled intensity of our intercourse.

Mom pushed off the bed with her elbows and I leaned in to meet her puckered lips. I lifted our bodies up so I was again sitting on the edge of the bed with her perfect svelte body in my lap. We kissed passionately for minutes; tongues darting, hands caressing, wet lips slipping and sliding across each other's face, neck, and shoulders. My hardness continued to rage and Mom's throat rattled as she remained impaled on my cock and I danced it through her sultry clutches while our tongues spun and slid, tasting salty skin.

Hungry for more, I stood, picking up Mom's little body and turning a half circle. I lowered her down to the bed and lifted one of her legs and swung it across my front, twisting her around my shaft until she was on her stomach. I grasped her hips and lifted a knee onto the mattress, crawling forward with her tight round ass pressed into my lap until she was on all fours in the center of her bed and situated in my favored position. I rocked my hips back and stared down between her cheeks as my cock pulled free and my flared tip sat at her entrance, wrapped by her lustrous puffy lips and kissed by her dainty pink petals.

I remained stationary and pulled Mom back by her hips, forcing her to impale herself and drive my length inside her aching chasm. She howled and shook her head, sending her dark hair spinning in circles. She leaned back into me, pushing me as deep as I would go, as deep as I had ever been, until I felt a pressure inside and heard her scream out as my cock knocked at the door of her womb. The thought of where I was, of where I came from, and of what Mom was forcing me to do drove the sanity from my mind and a profound craving overcame my motions. I reared back and pushed inside her again, feeling that tightness at the apex of my thrust and hearing Mom howl in pain and overwhelming pleasure.

I drove into her again and again, as deep as her body would let me go, watching her tight ass flutter and bounce each time I crashed into her suckling wetness. I fucked my dear sweet Ma with every ounce of pent up fervor and greed I had amassed over the weeks of our tricky and torturous back-and-forths. She cursed and howled and grunted like a fiend as I split her lips and filled her well and railed through her palpitating insides. I groaned in blissful satisfaction at the final moment of my shattering release and drove into her using my entire body weight, pressing her flat into the mattress with all my strength focused on one single point of impact. My cock erupted and sent intense waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies as I emptied into her womb, bucking inside her and feeling my juices spurt and flow and mix with her own.

Mom muffled her roaring orgasm with a pillow wrapped around her face while I continued to pour my seed into her, one throbbing burst at a time. I felt her clench around me, those surprisingly forceful muscles now acting of their own accord as her body shook with startlingly arbitrary violence. I pinned her writhing torso down until the tremors of her ecstasy gradually calmed and my own wild eruption ceased its thumping spasms.

I collapsed at her side, utterly and completely spent and unable to think, let alone reflect on the acts we had just performed. It was clear Mom felt the same as she whimpered into her pillow, occasionally twitching as her unruly nerves found a reason to send another jolt through her flushed and sweat-slicked body. After several minutes, she rolled over and nestled into my side, curling up under my arm and sighing with an extreme contentedness that I also felt to my core.

We drifted off to sleep together. She woke me in the night and we continued our passionate lovemaking at a slower pace, her on her side with me behind, gliding gently through her sultry lips in a sleepy daze of pure bliss. I came inside her again and she cooed her thanks after her own sweet climax. We faded together into another restful slumber while I remained tucked between her supple thighs.

I woke in the morning with her lips wrapped around my tip and her hair tickling my thighs. She bobbed and licked along my length, using her pointed narrow tongue like the maestro I knew her to be, taunting another gushing eruption from my seemingly tireless body. Then she climbed on top of me and rode me with wild abandon. I stared, hypnotized by her pert jostling breasts until she achieved her own release and I spilled what little I had left to offer into her insatiable depths.

I thought it might never end; that maybe we'd stay forever in her bed, wrapped together in love and lust until time stopped and nothing else mattered. It certainly felt that way at that moment; that after all the teasing and the trickery-induced trysts we'd finally found what we both wanted and had no intention of letting go. Though we had to let go, of course, our bodies demanded more than each other.

Weeks passed in intense joy and rapacious sex. We fucked in every conceivable place our tiny apartment allowed, to the point I grew concerned our neighbors might grow suspicious.

It wasn't until I rose from our bed to head to work that I saw that familiar twinge of mischief cross Mom's eyes. She'd come naked from the bathroom and had her hands suspiciously hidden behind her back. I gave her a slanted look and she tossed me something in surprise. I caught it and my jaw dropped; it was a pregnancy test that clearly showed a positive result.

"You fool!" I yelled. She'd been on the pill; I knew that much, but her clumsy forgetfulness could not be overlooked. My heart sank and my stomach folded in on itself. I felt the blood drain from my mind as darkness threatened to knock me senseless.

A devilish smirk spread across Mom's face and before I could deduce whether she'd chosen this moment to continue our games of deceit, she ran and jumped on me, knocking me back onto her bed with ravenous desire.