by Marci Bolden
She exhaled and smiled. “Call me if you get lonely.”
I grinned, pulled away from her, and went inside before Justin had time to make it back downstairs. I was hefting the last of my bags over my shoulder when he trotted down the stairs.
“All set?” I asked.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Right here.” She came through the living room looking like she was fighting tears. “Did you guys get everything?”
“I believe so.” Justin opened his arms, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. “See you at Thanksgiving.”
“Drive safe,” she said. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Thanks for letting me crash here,” I said, giving her a hug. It wasn’t intimate like we were used to, just a quick embrace.
“Anytime.” She patted my back and then pulled away. “Keep an eye on him for me, will ya?”
“Who, this guy?” I gestured toward Justin. “He’s a saint.”
“Right.” She laughed.
“I’ll see you soon.”
She stood at the door as we walked to our cars. Justin climbed in his first and started the engine. I tossed my bag in the back seat and sat behind the steering wheel. Justin was already backing out before I even started my car. I looked up at Kate for a few heartbeats before waving.
She smiled and waved back as I put the car in reverse. I backed out, looked up at her standing in the doorway one more time, and then pulled away.
15
I barely made it a week before I was tucked under the covers having phone sex with Kate while Justin was at work.
“Say it,” I breathed into my cell phone.
Kate moaned loudly. “Fuck me.”
I panted as I jerked off. I could hear the humming of her vibrator, and when she called out my name, I filled my sock with come.
I took a minute to catch my breath. “Jesus. You aren’t even here and you’re still the best lay ever.”
Kate laughed. “Not so bad yourself.”
“How was your week?”
“Oh, you know. Same old same old.” She sighed. “I miss you.”
Her confession made me smile. “I miss you too.”
“Call again soon, okay?”
I couldn’t help but feel like she was giving me the brush-off, but neither of us seemed to want to cope with the reality that we were lonely without the other.
“I will.”
“Maybe I’ll have Julie over one night and you can listen in.”
“Oh,” I moaned. “You fucking tease.”
She laughed and hung up.
I realized a week later that she wasn’t teasing. Lying in my bed all alone, I listened as Kate and Julie moaned, groaned, and cried out. It was so fucking unfair, but as I closed my eyes and touched myself, I remembered how they felt and tasted. Just like Kate and I had done the week before, the three of us came together.
For Kate and me, this became our new routine. I’d call her a couple times a month while Justin was at work, and inevitably, it would lead to jacking off. I went through more lotion and dirtied more socks in those months than I had my entire teen years.
Almost exactly three months after I’d last pulled out of her driveway, Justin drove us back.
The Thanksgiving weather was cool, and the air was crisp. As it had been the year before, the porch was decorated for the holiday and the house seemed to welcome me.
“We’re here,” Justin shouted as we walked in.
This time, rather than feeling nervous about meeting his mom for the first time, I couldn’t wait to see her. Even though we talked frequently, I’d missed the real thing, and I couldn’t wait to have it.
I’d told her as much when I’d called the night before, telling her I wanted her ready for me when I got there.
Justin and I walked to the kitchen, and I smiled. Just like the first time I’d met her, Kate was standing over the stove, her hair pulled back as she fixed dinner. This time, though, she was wearing a fitted T-shirt and ankle-length skirt. She looked casual and relaxed but so fucking sexy at the same time.
“Hey, guys.” She wiped her hands on a towel and turned around to greet us. She hugged Justin and winked at me over his shoulder. “How was the drive?”
“Long, as always,” Justin said.
He untangled from her hug and moved to the fridge. I scooped her against me, and while Justin was digging for a drink, I kissed her earlobe and lowered my hand, running it over her ass.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hey,” I said just as quietly. I pulled back as Justin leaned out of the fridge.
He closed the door. “There’s no beer.”
“I know. I need you to run to the store for me.”
“Ma, I just got here.”
“I know, and I’m terribly sorry to put you out while I cook your dinner, but I need eggs, milk, butter, and a few other things. And you apparently need some beer. You’ll probably want some snacks too. I didn’t get to the store today. Grab some cash from my wallet.”
“You could have called before we got to town.”
“I meant to. I got busy cooking. Quit whining and hurry up before the store closes for the night. We’ll be screwed tomorrow if you don’t get what’s on my list.”
I chuckled when he rolled his head back and moaned like it was the worst fate he could be dealt.
“Fine. Come on, Ky.”
I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “I think you got this, buddy.”
“He’s going to set the table,” Kate said.
Justin snickered. “Ha-ha, motherfucker.”
I made a face at him. “Better get yourself some tampons while you’re out, bitch.”
“Boys,” Kate interjected. “Justin, go to the store. Kyle, clear the table and set out some plates. Now.”
Justin sighed. “Where’s the list?”
When she held out a piece of paper, he snagged it and grumbled some more. I pulled three plates from the cabinet and grabbed some silverware. I had the table set before Justin got out of the driveway.
It would take him at least fifteen minutes to get to the store and back, not counting how much time it’d take him to do Kate’s shopping. I figured we had at least half an hour alone.
I walked back to the kitchen and turned her from the stove. I didn’t ask, but I was confident she had intentionally waited to send Justin to the store.
“He’s gone.” I kissed her hard on the mouth. Her arms went around me, her fingers dug into my hair, and I started to tug her skirt up.
“Wait.” She leaned back and looked at the door. “Not here. If he comes back, we’ll be right here for him to see.”
I turned off the burners on the stove and pulled her behind me, into her office. I closed the door, pushed her against it, and pulled her skirt up.
My suspicion about her motives in sending him to the store was confirmed, at least in my mind, when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. I dropped to my knees, lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, and buried my face between her legs.
I couldn’t even explain how much I’d missed this woman and her body. Her warmth, her smell, felt like home to me now. Being with her like this was as natural as breathing.
I wanted to take my time, enjoy being back where I belonged, but we both knew that couldn’t happen. So I licked her frantically, tasted her, made sure she was as excited and ready as I was, and then stood.
I kissed along her neck as she worked on releasing the button on my jeans. Within seconds my pants fell, and I lifted her up and onto my cock. She growled in my ear as she wrapped her legs around my hips.
“I’ve missed this,” she panted as I plunged into her.
“You have no idea.”
She kissed me hard and deep while rotating her hips and pulling me into her body.
I pressed my fingers into her thighs as I felt myself getting ready to explode. She moaned, and I knew she was close too. It was what I needed to send me over the edge.
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“Jesus Christ.” I grunted as I slammed as far into her as I could go.
She softly cried out, and I emptied inside her. I kissed her again, this time less intently, letting it linger. Her legs eased their hold on me. I put her down and then stepped back. I took just a moment to smile at the hazy look in her eyes before I pulled my pants up. She playfully smacked my ass and walked into the half bath while I went upstairs, taking my duffle bag with me.
I washed up in the bathroom upstairs and headed back down to help her finish dinner. I reached the first floor just as the front door opened and Justin walked in.
“What took you so long?” I teased.
It was late when I finally got to bed Thanksgiving night. Justin and I watched a couple of movies, and I was exhausted. I had plans to sneak into Kate’s room, but I couldn’t say awake long enough to make sure Justin was asleep.
The last thing I remembered thinking before dozing off was that I’d get up early.
I didn’t know how long I’d been out when I started drifting from my sleep. Once I realized why, I moaned. Those times of sneaking in and waking Kate in the middle of the night were coming back to me.
As my brain reconnected with my body, I felt her breasts against my chest and the warmth of her body covering me as she straddled my hips.
Thank you, karma.
“Wakey, wakey,” she whispered in my ear.
I slid my hands up her hips, over her ass, and around her waist, pulling her even closer to me. “You’re still dressed.”
She laughed softly in my ear. “I wasn’t sure you were going to wake up.”
“I’m awake.”
I opened my eyes when she leaned back. She lifted her tank top off and dropped it onto the floor. Her breasts bounced back into place and beckoned for me to touch them. I did, cupping and squeezing until her nipples were hard. She ground against me, ensuring my cock was rock hard.
As soon as it was, she moved down my body. I fisted my hands in her hair as she pushed my pants down and freed my cock. She moaned as she slid me inside her mouth, sending vibrations all the way to my balls.
I moved my hips slowly, just enough to encourage her to continue. She did until I was on the verge of coming. I sighed when she pulled her mouth from me.
“Don’t worry.” She crawled up my body. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
She straddled me again and eased down with a slow and steady motion as she sat on my cock. She gyrated when I was all the way inside her, grinding our intimate parts together.
She rolled her hips as she started to fuck me. I grabbed her ass and guided her down while I thrust up. She gasped, so I did it again, harder.
“Shh,” she breathed in my ear when the bed squeaked.
I lifted my head and bit her shoulder as I thrust into her.
This was the first time we’d fucked in my bed, so I had no idea how loud it was, but one more thrust, and Kate crawled off me. I was about to protest when she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. She lay back on the floor and spread her legs for me.
I moaned with appreciation of the view, even if it was mostly hidden in the shadows. I moved between her legs, sliding one arm under her leg and lifting it so I could open her more, and then I slammed my cock inside her. Soon we had a rhythm, and I could hear her panting over the slapping of our flesh meeting and separating over and over again.
I wanted to come, but I pulled back, determined to make it last a little longer. I kissed her tits, teased them, and then rolled her over and slid my dick into her.
Reaching forward, I grabbed her tits, using them to pull her up. Her back pressed against my chest, and I hugged her against me as I reached down and fondled her clit.
She moaned and cupped her tits. Within seconds, her hips were moving with mine and the sensations were rocking through me. Her head fell back on my shoulder, and she sighed out my name.
That was all it took for me to come.
Friday night, Justin and I headed to Eric’s to hang out with the guys. There was a pretty good-sized party going on with people I didn’t know. It was loud, and there was a lot of drinking. It wasn’t really my scene, and Justin knew it.
“Sorry, man,” he said. “I didn’t know all this was going on. We can leave if you want.”
“You know what? Stay. I’m cool. I wanted to find some of the guys from work while I was in town anyway.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He dug his keys out of his pocket and handed them to me. “Don’t get shitfaced. I’m going to need a ride home.”
“Whatever.” I moved deeper into the sea of people, trying to find an exit. I noticed Eric waving at me, and I waved back. He made his way to me. “I’m not staying. I’m gonna meet up with some other guys.”
“What the fuck ever, man.” He laughed.
I shot him a warning look. “Don’t say a word.”
“I won’t. Want me to text you when he leaves?”
I chuckled. “I’m taking his car.”
“Even better. Have a good night, Ky.” He sang the last part as I headed out of the house.
Fifteen minutes later, I walked into Kate’s. I quietly closed and locked the door and went in search of her. I found her sitting in the corner in the den, wearing house pants and a fitted T-shirt, staring intently at her canvas.
“Hi,” I said.
She looked at me and smiled hesitantly. “I thought you guys were going to Eric’s.”
“He’s having a big party. Not my thing.”
“Where’s Jus?”
“He stayed.” I grinned. “He’s going to call me when he needs a ride home.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm. It’ll probably be a few hours.”
She put her brush down and wiped her hands. “What are we going to do with ourselves while we wait for his call?” She slowly crossed the room, and I had to swallow hard before I could breathe again.
I cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. When I broke away, I took her hand and led her upstairs. I eased her onto the bed. Rather than initiate a frenzied fuck-session, I brushed my lips over her neck, gently coaxed her into arousal, and made love to her.
She didn’t protest. She didn’t try to change my pace. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as much as anything else we had done. It was slow and sensual and ended with us clinging to each other as we finished.
I held her after, lightly stroking her skin as we talked about school and her work and other things that didn’t really matter. She drifted off in my arms, and I wanted to stay like that forever. But my phone rang, and I had to get dressed. I kissed her before leaving, tucked the blanket around her, and told her to sleep well.
Justin and I left the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Just like we’d done between summer and Thanksgiving, Kate and I talked several times a month between Thanksgiving and Easter.
The Easter trip to her house, however, was bittersweet. While I couldn’t wait to see her, Easter was the last school break I was going to spend with her. As Justin drove, my mind kept wandering. Finally he flipped off the radio and nudged me.
“What’s up, Ky?”
I looked at him and shook my head. What was I going to say? That I was pretty sure I had feelings for his mother, and I was depressed as shit that I probably wasn’t going to get to fuck her after this weekend?
“Nothin’, man.”
“Come on. You look like somebody jacked off in your cereal.”
I laughed. “You are so fucked up sometimes, Justin.”
“Seriously though. What’s up?”
“I don’t know. I guess shit’s just gettin’ real. I graduate in like a month, and then what?”
He’d accepted a job at the firm he’d interned with in Chicago. He loved the city and had started dating a girl from one of his accounting classes. Everything was falling into place for him. I was happy for him, but I was still conflicted.
“I’m sure this thing in California will pan out. Just
let it ride.”
He was referring to the fact that I had a second interview with a marketing firm on the coast. I was actually pretty excited about it. I was a Florida boy. I liked sand and surf. And warmth.
But I also wanted to be near Kate. And as much as that shouldn’t have weighed in the choices I made for the future, I couldn’t help but feel I should back out of the interview process and focus on looking for a position in Minneapolis.
I knew I couldn’t stay with her forever. Justin would probably get a little suspicious. But I would be close enough to look out for her, spend time with her. Feel her body moving against mine.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m thinking a condo on the beach is in my future.”
We dropped it as we drove into the city.
Half an hour later, we were climbing out of his car, and I looked up to see Kate standing on her porch. She smiled and held the door as we walked in.
Justin went in first, kissing her cheek as he walked past her. I leaned in, a kind of fake-hug move, and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Good.”
I’d sent her a text earlier and told her I expected a welcome home like I’d gotten at Thanksgiving. Since she was wearing the same long skirt, I was fairly certain she once again had decided to forego the panties.
Justin and I carried our bags upstairs and went back down to the kitchen.
“What’s for dinner?” Justin asked when he walked in.
“Chicken parmesan.”
“Yes.” He yanked open the fridge door. He closed it and turned to his mother. “I’m guessing since there isn’t a single beer in there, you’re sending me to the store.”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Such a smart boy.”
“You’re going this time, Ky.” He reached into his pocket.
“What?”
“Oh, Justin,” Kate said. “You’re really going to make your guest go?”
“Guest, my ass. He lived here all summer.” He tossed me his keys. “Besides, I played errand boy last time. Your turn.”
