Mom’s Missing Heel (Ext. Edition)

Writer’s Note:

This is a rewritten and recontextualized version of my original story. This is part of an effort to update my early work.

Originally Published: May 2019

Republished: October 2021

Enjoy!

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Spencer Gatlin loved computers, and not just because he could watch sexy women fuck online. Computers provided a way for his curious mind to solve real problems.

By the age of sixteen, Spencer had taught himself how to defeat spear-fishing viruses, once saving his history teacher’s laptop. By seventeen, he was head of his high school’s computer science club. By eighteen, he was working for his dad’s law firm, shielding client financial records.

That same year, he stumbled onto a small overseas hacking operation and reported it to the FBI. His college résumé was a proverbial panty dropper. It was enough to win him a scholarship to the University of Southern California, in nearby Los Angeles. While money was no issue for his family, Spencer was proud to earn his own way.

But that was his childhood. The past.

Home for the summer after his freshman year, Spencer was readjusting to life at home. Santa Ana was only an hour from campus, so the scenery was mostly the same — palm trees, hot sun, congested highways.

Many of his old high school friends were interning for the summer, but Spencer was doing freelance cybersecurity work. He had few clients, but at $60 an hour, he was doing well for a nineteen-year-old. Just as importantly, he was still free to go out at night.

In his affluent hometown, a spoiled kid was always throwing an unsupervised house party somewhere. Most of the parties were wild and drunken shitshows, and Spencer made a point of attending them once or twice a week.

In one way, the parties were better now that he had a year of college under his belt. He was more sociable, he handled his liquor better, and he was more impressive.

Living in a generation where nerdom was cool, an outgoing tech and sci-fi junkie like Spencer made friends easily. And his recent physical growth, seen in his broadened chest and modern, but maturely parted, walnut hair made him a frequent target for scantily dressed young women looking for a man to help her finish her red cup and take her somewhere alone.

But the parties were also sadder. College had broadened Spencer’s worldview, matured him, and challenged him. Getting high and shitfaced at two in the morning slowly lost its appeal. As did his high school friends.

Ironically, at home was where Spencer was at his happiest. His parents were actually treating him like an adult. If he left the house, they didn’t ask where was going or when he’d be back. They trusted him. They were relaxed around him. They seemed younger than they did before he left. Spencer jokingly wondered how much of a toll his “smartass” phase had taken on them.

But those were the early days of summer. The past.

*****1

In a sunlit living room, Spencer sat hunched over an ottoman as he pounded away on his laptop. Writing a client report was not his preferred way to spend a Saturday afternoon, but being a freelancer meant meeting deadlines by himself.

“Hey, Spence, how’s it going?”

“Hmm?”

“How’s work going? Do you have plans to go out, or are you gonna sit there all day?”

Slowly, a pair of skeptical, blue eyes nudged Spencer out of his digital trance. “Wait, what?”

“Haha! Do you have plans to go out? C’mon, I’m trying to do my job and be nosey. You’re not helping.”

Spencer chuckled with his mom. After being away, he realized how much of a curiosity she was. She had the crisp, blonde hair, the elegant, balletic figure, and the sculpted, triangular face of a refined daughter from money. And yet, she was one of the most disarming and down-to-earth people Spencer knew.

Maybe it was the fact she didn’t care about the darker strands lurking beneath her long hair, or maybe it was her walking around the house in rumpled designer clothes and bare feet, or maybe it was her lack of interest in personal drama, but Spencer had always viewed his mom as a hippyish figure.

He had seen, at fancy dinner events, how his mom’s breasts in an expensive dress led to leering men getting death stares from their wives. But it was her in casual clothes, like mom jeans and her workout tights, that made Spencer a target for his friends’ teasing. In short, his mom Breanna was the exact wife you would expect a handsome and successful lawyer to find amidst a haze of pot smoke at an undergrad party at Stanford while going back to get his MBA.

“Umm…” He switched gears and remembered his mom’s question. “No, not yet. I don’t think I’m going out tonight. We went pretty hard last night. Zach said he’s still hungover in bed, hah!”

“Oh… Maybe you should go to his house tonight and hang with him then since he’s not feeling well.”

Spencer was impressed with his parents for making it to July before questioning his plan; though, it was odd for his mom to be recommending plans to him. She was usually the “chill” parent, the one joking around and encouraging him not to stress about school and work. Also, her outfit was odd. She was in sporty leggings and an athletic top, dressed for the gym. On Saturday. Her job was doing PR for his dad’s law firm, which meant she was often bored at home. Still, she usually relaxed on weekends.

“I guess I can text Zach. Maybe he’ll wanna hang,” Spencer mused, and turned back to his work.

“You ‘guess’ you could…?” His mom voiced. “C’mon, hun, you’re nineteen. You shouldn’t be spending Saturday home alone.”

“I go out all the time!” Spencer popped up, defensively. If anything he had been partying too often. “And, wait, why would I be alone? Are you and dad headed somewhere?”

Breanna opened her lip and tapped on the kitchen island. “Uh, yes, we are actually. Do you remember Mr. Commons? From your dad’s firm?”

“Woah! Did he die?”

“Wha- Why- No! He’s not even that old!” Breanna held her cracking face. “He invited us to a cocktail party, and we’re going.”

“Oh. Wait… Dad actually talks to him again? And I thought he moved to Florida?”

“Eh… They talk a little,” she winced. “Mr. Commons splits his time between here and Florida now, and he’s here for the summer. I’ve been encouraging your father to play nice.”

Suddenly, the other times Spencer had seen his parents getting dressed in fancy formal wear this summer made sense. He never asked them where they were going, not wanting them to start returning the favor. “Ah. That’s sweet they’re talking again, though. I always thought what happened was pretty stupid.”

“Yeah, me too.” Breanna thought for a moment. “I think they were both tired of fighting. After your dad dropped his countersuit, I think Malcolm started inviting us over as a way to extend an olive branch. I mean, sometimes I have to drag your father there for his own good, but I think he enjoys seeing him once he’s there.”

“They’re probably just hoping for the other to do something stupid at the parties so they can sue again.” His mom immediately erupted in laughter, shaking her head. He imagined the same thought had crossed her mind before.

Riding the high of nailing the punchline, Spencer returned to his work. But his mom interrupted again, “So, yeah, you should see what Zach’s up to tonight. I’m sure he’d like the company.”

Turning back with a huff, Spencer saw his mom taking a swig of water. A droplet fell from her metal bottle onto her boob and ran into her cleavage behind her blue compression top. Blinking, Spencer nodded at her. “Alright, I’ll see what he’s up to.”

*****2

As the shadows in the living room grew longer, Spencer moved into the study, where he heard a knock on the door. “Hey, Spence…” It was his dad. “Your mom told me you’re going to Zach’s tonight?”

Why the hell is he asking now? Spencer wondered. He recognized the tone as the same dry, half-hearted one his dad used whenever speaking to him at his mom’s request.

“Well, I was gonna. Then he had to go to the movies with Jen and her parents. It’s fine, I don’t feel like going out anyway.”

“Ah. That’s a bummer. Well, if that’s the case, are you free to go to Fast Market to pick up some orange juice? We polished it off at breakfast, and your mom and I won’t have time to get there before it closes.”

“Umm…”

“It would be a big help.”

He bemoaned the chore, but his parents asked very little of him. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll head there later.”

“Thanks. I believe they close at eight-thirty on weekends, so don’t wait too long.”

There’s no fucking way… Spencer muttered, bringing up Fast Market’s website on his laptop. There were no hours listed, and the site looked like it had last been updated in preparation for Y2K. “Dad, I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I’ve been there after midnight on Saturdays.”

His dad lectured through the door, with his patented lawyer-dad lingo, “Pretty sure isn’t sure…”

It was pointless to argue. Spencer opened the door and strode past his dad. “Thank you,” he heard, making him sigh.

—-

Minutes later, Spencer pulled into the parking lot of Fast Market. The first thing he did was read the hours on the door. “Eight-thirty, my ass!” With a roll of his eyes, he entered the twenty-four-seven convenience store.

Considering this was the first and only time he’d be out of the house for the day, Spencer performed his due diligence selecting the orange juice. He picked the pulp level he imagined would least likely draw a passive comment from his dad during breakfast.

“Have you seen the new one yet?”

Spencer tilted his chin at the cashier, and then realized he was excited about his shirt. “Oh! No, man, I haven’t.” Spencer hadn’t yet seen the new season of Green Arrow, a DC Comics show. “My buddy Zach is up-to-date but I’m still a season back. I’ll catch up soon, though!”

—-

Humming along to R&B music, Spencer drove home under an orange and dark blue sky. As he turned onto his street, he could see his parents’ tiny silhouettes in the driveway.

They appeared to be running late, and Spencer’s headlights flashed against his dad just as he ducked into his sports car. The engine purred instantly, and the brake lights glowed red. His mom popped up from behind the passenger side, and she stared into his oncoming windshield like a deer in headlights.

She was wearing a tan trench coat over her dress — in the summer. And her blonde hair was tied up behind her. She never wears it like that, Spencer thought.

As he reached the driveway, his mom swung the passenger door open and stumbled. Fortunately, she landed in the car instead of on the brick. Spencer looked through his dad’s window and saw that his mom was still leaning out of her open door while they backed out of the driveway.

He whipped his head around to see if she’d shut the door before it hit a stone lighting pillar. She did, just barely. Then they drove off in the opposite direction.

What the hell was that…? Did they misread the invitation? Were they supposed to show up with a dish at a certain time?

Parked in front of his house, in the again quiet dusk, Spencer’s gut felt queasy. Low-acidity juice in hand, he stepped out into the warm breeze. He racked his brain for an explanation.

Deep in thought, he nearly missed the object sparkling on the patterned brick. He walked across the driveway and squatted down, and picked up the shoe.

The teenage son inspected the brown heel, rotating it in his hands. With its criss-cross, golden straps, it looked like what an ancient Roman gladiator would wear on a fashion runway. It was a mesh between a step-in sandal and a designer heel.

While it explained his mom’s stumble, it didn’t explain why she didn’t just tell his dad to stop the damn car. How late can you be where you’d rather show up in one high heel?

This was no coincidence. All of his parents’ odd behavior had to be related… somehow. They had rushed out of the driveway to avoid talking to him, and Spencer had a nagging suspicion that his mom was behind it.

The thought of being left in the dark hurt worse after the trust his parents had shown him this summer.

“Hmm…” Every instinct and fiber of his nature told him to investigate. Spencer chewed his pink lip as he stared at his car. “Fuck it.”

He jumped back into his silver sedan, threw the OJ and strappy heel into the passenger seat, and buckled up. He quickly found three addresses for a Malcolm Commons in the county. For all knew, his mom had lied about where they were going, but this was all he had.

“That’s not too bad. An hour at most.” He tapped on the first address and it opened in his GPS. Then he was off.

—-

The first house was the most isolated and took twenty-five minutes to reach. Like most homes in the area, it was large, prominent, and had a terracotta roof. An old woman was listening to a radio on the porch. It was not the right Commons residence.

The failure only motivated Spencer more. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and his toes wiggled in his sneakers. He stepped on the accelerator.

The final two homes were within blocks of each other. He glanced at the gold and bronze heel in the passenger seat, trying to picture his mom wearing it. But it didn’t fit.

Down another dark, quiet, lamp-lit street, Spencer cruised with his head on a swivel. He squinted through his rolled-down windows as the sweet aroma of gardens and manicured grass were carried by the salty breeze.

When his GPS announced he had arrived at his destination, Spencer was let down again, this time by a For Sale sign in front of a lifeless house. Doubt started to creep in.

His mom had bent the truth before, but always for an innocent reason. She did it to surprise him or to spare his feelings, but always with remarkable ease. The only way Spencer may ever know if she was lying tonight was to see it for himself.

He followed the route to the final address. And as he turned down into the cul-de-sac, he was greeted by a line of parked cars on each side of the street. Five stately homes were spaced evenly down the long inlet, with only the one at the end emitting light from all of its windows.

Having been dragged to soirées before when he was little, Spencer recognized his mom had told the truth. Still, his pulse quickened. The nagging voice in the back of his head was still unsatisfied. Why was his mom so off today?

Spencer parallel parked at the back of a line, and he estimated there were twenty cars between him and the house. Quietly, he opened his door and put his sneakers on the asphalt. There was nothing illegal about walking down the street, but he could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he crept behind the cover of the parked cars.

“There it is,” he mumbled. Across the street, he spotted his dad’s unmistakable pearl-white sports car.

On the day Spencer had accepted his scholarship offer to USC, his dad glowed with pride and announced that he was going to use some of his college savings to buy his dream car. Spencer never forgot watching his dad buy the Porsche 911, only to then put on a clever “dad look” and drive him to the Chevy dealership to buy him a new sedan.

It was one of those life lessons Spencer didn’t fully understand yet.

After scurrying across the road, Spencer cupped his hands above his eyes and peered inside the car. As always, it was religiously clean. In the footwell of the passenger seat, however, there was one strappy, golden heel.

Why does she have these?

The young son didn’t need to be an expert in women’s fashion to realize they were cheaply made. And they were an odd pairing for a cocktail dress.

Flicking his eyes at the dead-end, and the illuminated driveway branching off of it, Spencer realized he couldn’t simply walk up the Spanish Colonial estate and ring the doorbell. Mr. Commons certainly had security cameras and… Wait… What’s my plan here? Think.

Walking to the edge of the large property, Spencer eyed the front windows. They were all yellow, but the curtains were closed, which was to be expected at night. The breeze seemed to carry voices from the rear of the house, but it was difficult to tell.

Suddenly, Spencer realized he was moving toward the side yard, aiming for the tall shrubbery lining the perimeter. A gravitational pull sucked him into the yard, and his legs no longer felt like his. He had rarely broken the rules as a child, but when he did, this was always how it felt.

He was smart enough to tug his t-shirt over his nose and ears to conceal his identity. Deeper he ventured into the property along the hedges. Across the side yard, there was a pair of tall, thin windows that arched at the top. Neither had blinds or curtains. And dark silhouettes passed through them briefly.

After scanning the yard, Spencer dashed across the green expanse until his back hit the white stucco and his ass was on the grass. He sucked wind and tried to calm his heart rate. If anyone had seen him, they would have surely called the police.

As his nerves settled, he began to feel steady vibrations against his back. He began to hear music, the same music he listened to at house parties. Carefully, he rose to a squat and peeked inside.

“What the fuck?”

It was a cocktail party, but not one where rich people pretended to taste the difference between fine alcohols under the spell of classical symphonies.

Every adult was costumed. Many were in the same costumes they likely wore to take their children trick-or-treating. Others were in more fun costumes, no different than the ones Spencer saw on campus at Halloween parties.

In the vast living room, Spencer spotted a Mickey and Minnie Mouse chatting with a Pharaoh and an Egyptian Goddess. Another couple in matching costumes was sitting on the couch, where a man dressed as Fred Flintstone was strumming a guitar over the music. The more Spencer watched, the funnier it became. Here were adults, all at least in their thirties, behaving just like Spencer and his college friends did at their parties.

But unlike at Spencer’s parties, a few of the well-to-do women in attendance were bonafide MILFs.

From what he could tell, there was more movement in the next room over. The crowd seemed larger and louder. So, Spencer dropped out of view and crawled against the house to the other window. He could already feel the stronger bass and hear the words of a pop song.

The darker window meant he would be harder to see, and it gave him the confidence to look inside. His eyes went wide.

It might as well have been a college party. There was twirling, flirting, bumping, and grinding in a sea of colorful strobe lights. The rhythmic music came from an unattended DJ booth, which was just a classic iPod sitting on a table next to big speakers.

An escaped convict was twirling around a cop. Two pirates were snickering and taking sips of the other’s drink. The Simpsons, a chubby Homer with a blue-wigged Marge, were swaying with their chests and heads affectionately together. A Black Widow ran her leather butt down an Incredible Hulk’s crotch.

Spencer’s cock swelled into the solid stucco. He felt the pressure as he watched the few couples making a sexy scene. But, admittedly, he was simply relieved. It wasn’t a swingers’ party.

There were a handful of slutty costumes and hot dances, but nothing over the top. It was just a function for couples and parents who wanted a night out of the house for some silly fun and to socialize.

His mom’s cheap heel now made sense. Spencer studied the gold and bronze sandal in his fingers and then remembered why he was there.

Dude, they’re definitely in there. What are they wearing though? he wondered.

Questions arose about whether he owed his parents their privacy. This appeared to be a getaway for them, and he was intruding. He also recognized the possibility of his mom being in a more adult costume… and Spencer preferred not to run the risk of being scarred for life. But, naturally, he was curious.

For a long time, Spencer observed the dark room and its people. The Commonses had a huge house, and his parents could be anywhere inside. While he waited, Spencer reflected on his mom’s earlier behavior. Nothing about the party justified it.

Maybe she’s like you… If the family knows your plans, the party becomes less fun? You lose that special feeling, Spencer thought.

In an instant, the teenager was on his stomach. He clutched the short grass, heaving loudly into the night. He had seen them, their familiar faces. They were there.

Turning his eyes to the dimly lit street, Spencer stared before deciding to ease into a crouch. Slowly, he brought his brown eyes over the low window frame, and they promptly sunk into black saucers.

Straight ahead of him, his mom and dad danced under the colorful lights. His dad had on a white shirt and black vest. Given his love of Star Wars, his Han Solo costume was no surprise. What made the saliva disappear from Spencer’s tongue and lips was the “Slave” Leia dancing around him.

His mother was wearing one of the sluttiest costumes there. It was the uniform Princess Leia was forced to wear when she was enslaved as an erotic dancing girl. But Spencer doubted she knew that. He barely knew Star Wars. He could barely think straight.

Around her chest was an olive bikini top, which was decorated with bronze “armor.” Around her exposed hips, a thin chain connected her small, front and rear belt plates. From each plate, a maroon veil hung to her ankles. As in the movie, her blonde hair was tied in a thick braid. But unlike in the movie, she was in her bare feet.

The son gawked, forcing saliva through his tight throat. He watched as her long, athletic legs moved freely, as her creamy side boob swayed with her grooving shoulders, and as her butt pushed into the thin, maroon fabric. Spencer didn’t know if the costume was too small or if his mom had meant to look this incredible.

Suddenly, his temples were swelling, his skin was hot and slick, his ankles shook beneath him, and the stucco wall pressed into his cock. The few times Spencer had masturbated to his mom, he chalked up to drunkenness. He was sober now, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Spencer was done pretending. There was no doubt anymore: He wanted his mom. He wanted her for the gorgeous human she was. He wanted to touch every inch of her body and every fiber of her being, and for her to do the same to him. In the simplest terms, he wanted to fuck his mom every day until he died.

—-

Minutes passed, and Spencer found himself looking at his dad and wondering if he knew he was the luckiest man on Earth.

As space opened around, Spencer realized he wasn’t the only man captivated by the blonde Leia twirling around a gray-haired Han Solo’s hand. A firefighter, a lion, a wizard, and more took their opportunities to crane their necks, much to the ire of their wives and girlfriends. And judging by his dad’s swiveling head, he was irked as well.

His mom seemed oblivious to it all. Her smile was bright, white, and blissful. Her big, blue eyes were attracting and reflecting all of the light in the room. Her arms were joyously frolicking with the music. But her tight, scantily-clad body was rolling like a beautiful, deadly viper.

Her Saturday gym visit, her nosey questions about his plans, the bullshit orange juice run, the abandoning of her heel — It finally clicked. His parents were here for no other reason than his mom wanted them to be. She looked forward to this party, she prepared for this party, and she wanted to be borderline inappropriately sexy at this party.

In a million years, his dad would never forgive Mr. Commons, or accept his wife wearing that to a party, or stay out on a dance floor while she was being ogled by other men… Unless she talked him into it.

Spencer had always gotten the sense that his mom could talk his dad into anything. Now he understood why. The only question was why his mom wanted this night so desperately.

She looks insanely happy. Is this like therapy for her? Does she feel empowered when she does this?

Regardless of the reason, Spencer knew his parents weren’t going to stop dancing, and that allowed him to imagine he was the one twirling her hand, basking in her smile, and bringing her home to slide his throbbing cock into her warm, welcoming pussy.

Keeping his hands off his rock-hard erection was a tormenting act of discipline. But he knew touching it would be a slippery, dangerous slope.

As the song died down, Spencer saw his dad lean into his mom’s ear and point his thumb toward the front of the house. His mom nonchalantly nodded and mouthed, “Okay.” His dad then walked away from the dance floor and through the archway into the living room.

Spencer panned back to his mom, and he watched a mischievous smirk form in her cheeks. Regrettably, Spencer had to follow his dad. Crawling back to the first window, Spencer popped up outside the living room just in time to see his dad knock and then enter a door at the end of the room. Based on the checkered floor tile and mirror, it was a bathroom. Well… That was anticlimactic.

Again, Spencer hustled across the yard to get back to the other window. Since he had left, his mom had moved much closer to the window. He could see the accessories of her costume, like her brass neck collar and matching bracelets, which glimmered in the strobe lights while she danced and sang easily to herself, biding her time.

Then, an average-bodied man dressed as Braveheart approached his mom and cupped his hand as if to speak loudly over the music. Spencer noticed his other hand fall to her midriff.

The alert son wanted to bang on the window pane until it broke. He knew that move. Many guys knew that move. He used that move. His mom cordially replied to the Mel Gibson character and smiled in a friendly way. Pangs of jealousy knifed through Spencer’s chest. He reveled in the fantasy of his dad strutting back into the room and catching the man red-handed.

That wonderful dream would be deferred. Because, apparently, the wannabe Braveheart convinced his mom to be his dancing partner. Fortunately, his mom was lightheartedly holding his hand and twirling at a distance. It was nothing, and the son relaxed.

As the pop song progressed, however, the fifty-something-year-old man began pulling his mom into his checkered brown sash and kilt before she could spin away. The man placed his hands on her bare sides. And, to Spencer’s surprise, his mom held his shoulders. They were now facing each other and grooving at an arm’s distance.

In the dark fringe of the room and shielded by the kilted man, his mom seemed to be invisible to others. She used that freedom to vibe with the music and sexily carve her hips like she was earlier, this time with her stand-in partner.

When the beat changed in the song, the Braveheart broke away to showcase his wild dance moves for the sexy Leia. She laughed and covered her face. Even Spencer had to admit it was great physical comedy. As it happened, though, a shirtless shadow pounced behind her.

Spencer wanted to pound his fist on the glass again. He felt powerless to warn her about the horny guy behind her, who was dressed like Marvel’s The Black Panther. The overuse of Marvel superhero costumes was enough of a reason for Spencer to dislike the guy. His black cast mask, black tights, and dark skin made it seem like he appeared out of nowhere.

The moment the man’s hand touched the small of her back, his mom whipped her head around and looked up. The masked man lowered his head to talk into her ear. Or, at least, that was Spencer’s assumption. His mom reacted with a toothy grin. She then stood on her toes and craned her neck to respond into his ear.

Then the man moved his hand from her back to her shoulder and shrugged like he was asking a question. Spencer could see his mom’s turned face and he could read her curved lips as she coyly shrugged. “Maybe.” She gently touched his hand with hers.

Spencer watched in utter disbelief as the man grasped his mom’s thin waist and pulled her butt firmly into his groin. She giggled and mouthed something indistinguishable. Then, she wiggled her veiled ass and began grinding into the Black Panther’s likely-hard cock. Never before had Spencer seen anything in his life that stunned him and literally made his jaw drop.

As his mom and her new partner built a rhythm, Braveheart shared a look of defeat and disappointment. She sympathetically shrugged as if to say, “sorry, he thought of it first.”

His dad couldn’t have been just peeing. And Spencer knew very well that it meant his mom had all the time in the world to dance with this guy. She knew it, too. Her flagrantly promiscuous moves illustrated that fact.

Spencer could see his mom was the only person dancing with someone other than her partner. All other dancers were talking in groups or basking in the company of their complementary significant other. But in the darkness and chaos of the loud room, nobody noticed the mismatching space princess and feline superhero gyrating into each other with increasing intensity.

The only shame his mom appeared to have was seen in her darting eyes. She constantly scanned and swiveled her head to make sure nobody was looking. Anytime someone glanced in her direction, she quickly pushed the Panther’s hands aside and spun around at a distance to make it look like casual dancing. Then she returned to her grinding the moment the lingering eyes passed.

The logic evaded him, but Spencer no longer felt jealous. He was purely aroused. He was infatuated by the way his mom gracefully and fervently forced her ass into the stranger’s erection. She delivered the pleasure in her skimpy outfit, allowing the stocky, shirtless man to forcefully give it right back. Spencer was sweating from his brow, and he was experiencing a high like he had never gotten before.

His thumb stroked the side of his fleshy cock through his shorts pocket. He nearly came the first time his mom bent over at the waist and delivered a sweeping, deliberate gyration to the man’s black tights. She did so again seconds later. Her boobs looked like they were on the verge of spilling from her top while she leaned over. Spencer never realized how big her tits were.

The muscular man behind her slid his hands around her waist to the front of her body. They landed just under her gilded bikini cups. It was dark and the lighting was sporadic, but Spencer could see the man’s thumbs tapping the front of her olive cups, testing the waters.

In a decision that filled Spencer with disappointment, he watched his mom pull the man’s hands back down to her abs. They danced through the song and into the next one, which was much slower and with a deeper bass.

The slutty Leia sliced her hips up and down the man’s body, feeling the music, and moving more sensually and teasingly than before. The man pulled her in even tighter and she bent over for even longer, granting him a view of her curved butt cheeks through her thin rear veil.

It was the hottest display of eroticism the nineteen-year-old had ever seen, and he feared he would fog the window. Without giving it a second thought, he grappled for his smartphone in his pocket. After making sure the flash was off, he began to record video under his chin. He returned to admiring the sexy tango, knowing he could witness it forever.

The masked Panther stretched his back and looked to the ceiling. When the roving lights passed over Slave Leia, Spencer could see she was just as enthralled. Again, the man eased his hands up her ribs before tapping her bikini cups with his thumbs. Again, she moved them down to her belt — this time holding them in place.

Spencer saw her head and long, blonde braid shake, No. The man threw his arms out in exasperation, and Breanna giggled and shook her head no, again. For another verse of The Weeknd song, she grinded into him, restraining his brown hands with her smaller, creamy ones. Then, she smirked back at him and shrugged.

The son’s face turned from burning red to ghostly white. His mom bent over at the waist, gradually rose, carrying his hands with her. She came to rest with her head against his chest and his hands cradling her tits. He squeezed them.

She tilted her face straight up, so Spencer couldn’t read her lips. Suddenly, the man peeled the bottom part of his mask to his nose and tongue kissed Breanna. She tossed her hands behind his neck and let him fondle her voluptuous boobs as he pleased. They made out with their lips and tongues, staggering together into the nearby wall. She ground into him with even more passion and power.

In another tormenting development, Spencer watched his mom scan the room multiple times before plunging her hand into the man’s tights. Instantly, the man practically picked her up and spun her against the wall to shield her from everyone else. They were now facing each other while they touched each other’s bodies. Breanna handled his cock while he slapped her ass and slid his hand under her front veil. Spencer knew what he was doing.

In the crowded, tipsy, stimulated room, nobody noticed the horny exhibition in the back corner. Breanna and the Panther broke their kiss, and she hurriedly glanced around the room. She pointed toward the DJ booth, and the man casually followed her behind it.

Recklessly, Spencer jammed the corner of his head into the windowpane, barely giving himself the angle he needed. The Panther was against the sidewall of the house, so Spencer couldn’t quite see his body. But he did see the dark tip of his cock spring out of his tights.

He’s gotta be huge, Spencer thought. He couldn’t imagine how sizable the man’s package needed to be for him to see a few inches of the drooping shaft from such a difficult viewing angle. The ignorance of the other party-goers was easier to explain. The DJ booth was draped in a white tablecloth, so to them, the Panther was just shirtless and posting up there to take a break.

In a final, definitive statement of how little Spencer knew his stunning mom, he watched her kiss the man, turn around, make certain no soul was looking, and then drop to her knees. Immediately, she wrapped her lips around the shaft, and most of her head disappeared.

“Holy fuck…”

There was no time for teasing. His mom’s blonde braid jostled while she rapidly bobbed in and out. Droplets of Spencer’s sweat ran down the glass window. His flesh and tissue painfully dug into the stucco facade. But Spencer couldn’t blink. He didn’t know what he was seeing or what he was imagining in his fogged brain, but the son swore his mom was gripping the man’s hips while he fondled her breasts. And not one second passed where she wasn’t looking into his face while she sucked his cock.

Her bobbing transformed into a furious blur. Within the span of a single song, his mom’s blonde hair was smothered by a dark hand and disappeared for good.

It was an unnerving half-minute before Spencer could see his mom’s eyes again. She leaned back and sat on her heels. Against the tablecloth, she looked up and covered her mouth like she was suppressing a laugh. Her cheeks were full, and she appeared to be listening to the man. She playfully rolled her eyes before cordially opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.

Spencer squinted and watched her spit a thick strand of what had to be cum. It dropped toward her tits. But at the last second, she caught the strand with her fingers and ate it again. She swallowed with a big gulp before she could erupt in laughter.

For a short while, she rested and caught her breath. The man wiped the glistening sweat from her forehead as they appeared to converse. After he stepped forward from the wall and tucked his bulky package into his tights, he offered Brenna his arm. She peeked over the DJ table to make sure the coast was clear, then she accepted his chivalrous offer.

Casually, they walked away from the booth. Dangerously close to Spencer’s face, she touched her finger to her pursed lips, reminding the Panther to be quiet. He nodded before giving her butt cheek a secret squeeze and heading off toward the far exit.

His mom seemed lost and unsure for a moment, but then she approached a fellow female attendee and took a sip of her drink. She waved thankfully and turned away before swishing the cocktail in her mouth and swallowing it. Ironically, the gulp of alcohol made her wince and cringe.

“Holy… fucking… shit…” Spencer had fallen into a lustful fever. He no longer recognized the world he knew, but he was desperate to find a place in this new one. His skin and awkwardly twisted joints were almost stuck to the stucco. “Ahh,” he painfully peeled away and shook his limbs.

Meanwhile, his mom had migrated back to where his dad had left her. Her breathing seemed normal again, and she wasn’t dancing. She was innocently waiting. About ten minutes later, his dad arrived and returned to dancing with his dutifully waiting wife.

Spencer had a million thoughts swirling, and biological needs demanding attention. Without realizing it, he was standing normally outside the window in plain view. As a male firefighter and female dalmatian meandered to his left, he felt one of their stares connect with his. He ducked and flew.

—-

Following the fastest two-hundred-meter dash Spencer would ever run, he dove into his car and pushed the ignition. He accelerated down the cul-de-sac and turned onto the main road without stopping at the sign. He never once looked back.

His blood pressure was too high and his focus was scattered. Driving became dangerous, so he pulled over and got out of his car in a random development. He jogged down the sidewalk in the dark, trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Thinking clearly was impossible, and Spencer knew why. The tent in his pants was painful and throbbing. He looked around, but it was too risky to do here. “Just go home,” he told himself.

He drove away, feeling more in control of his steering wheel. “Dude… Calm down. You’re alright. That fucking dalmatian couldn’t have seen your face in the dark. There’s no way she even knows you anyway! You don’t know who she is, right? See, you’re fine.”

A streetlight before him turned red, and he slowed down. He stared at the orange juice in the passenger seat. As long as he was home and had the juice in the fridge before his parents got home, he was in the clear. When the light turned green, a hollowness spread through his gut and wiped his mind.

Holy fuck… he thought. No, no, no. It’s going to be there, dude. It’s going to be there. You brought it with you. Please, tell me I brought it with me!

Spencer pulled at his hair and grimaced at the passenger seat and footwell. “FUCK ME!” He slammed on his breaks and punched his steering wheel. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Somewhere in the grass, outside Malcolm’s house, was a golden heel. He had set it down to dig his phone out of his pocket and video record.

The teenager’s world shattered around him. His greed had cost him in the form of a fatal error. His expertise in cybercrime, but Spencer was fairly certain he had left a whopping clue at the scene of a very physical crime.

“What are you doing? Go back and get it!” He scolded himself. But he knew the dog-costumed woman had certainly alerted Malcolm by now. After all, he had committed a serious fucking crime. He was a Peeping Tom. They probably even have the heel by now, Spencer panicked.

His next plan was to drive home, grab the spare key to his dad’s Porsche, go back to Malcolm’s street, take the heel his mom had left in the car, go back home, leave that one in the driveway, and let his mom be convinced she lost her other heel in the driveway and some pervert had broken into the car, stole her shoe, and then brought it with him to the side of the house to watch her.

As insane as the plan was, it was his most viable option. But Spencer didn’t have the stomach for it. He was young, and he was freaking out. On the bright side, at least he had driven all the home while debating himself.

—-

Spencer put the orange juice in the refrigerator. “If they ask why it’s warm, I’ll just say I accidentally left it in my car for a while.” He was truly cracking.

He was never the type of kid to be in trouble or cause trouble. At least, not serious trouble. This could be serious trouble. Embarrassing trouble. It would all come down to whether someone could link the heel to his mom’s costume. If they couldn’t he was in the clear. And since people were likely searching outside for the party crasher right now, if the other shoe were to drop, so to speak, it would happen tonight.

Fully dressed, Spencer lay on his bedspread and stared at the ceiling. He was desperate for sleep. All he wanted to do was close his eyes so he could stop worrying. He wanted to just wake up tomorrow to find out if his life was ruined or not.

The only positive energy inside him was concentrated in his cock. It was still rock-hard. And he wouldn’t sleep a wink until he got rid of it. Despite it being the cause of his stress, Spencer opened the video recording on his phone. He removed his clothes, locked his door, and pressed play.

Somehow, it was more surreal watching it on a screen. It had to be fake, but it wasn’t. His mom was an elegant, sculpted bombshell. More than that, she knew how to use her body. It was fitting and just for her body to be wielded by a seductive, mischievous, and worthy mind like hers. Spencer pumped his cock, and when he reached the part where his mom was kissing the man and helping him grope her large tits, he exploded on his abs.

“Hoo! Ahh… Ahh…” He rolled his ankles and sunk into his comforter.

The fog lifted from his mind, and he flopped onto his stomach and continued watching the video. The recording was shaky. Spencer hadn’t realized his hands were trembling. As his amateur video got to the part where his mom dropped to her knees to suck the man’s dick, Spencer couldn’t believe his luck.

The odd angle into the window meant Spencer’s eyes could only get as close as his nose. The distance from the top of his phone to his camera lens was much shorter. While he still couldn’t see all of it, he had captured much more of the blowjob than he had thought.

He could see much more of his mom’s impassioned and dedicated eyes. She looked heated and happy. The best discovery was how, after the man finished in her mouth, his mom delivered a series of small blows around his cockhead to suck out every drop. Her face was so beautiful.

Spencer replayed the video and jerked off again. Finally, he was empty and at peace. He passed out.

*****3

The following morning, Spencer was afraid to leave his bed. He hadn’t been woken up by policemen banging on his door, so that was a positive. Last night he just wanted to know if he’d get caught. Now, he wanted to live in a world where he would never know. He lay in bed for hours, until the waiting and hunger became its own form of suffering.

The house was bright and open. Spencer walked downstairs into the living room full of family photos. His mom was there, sitting on the carpet and sorting through stationary. She never lost that bit of hippy-ish flavor.

“Oh, hey! Good morning, hun.”

Spencer froze. The moment he caught her gaze, he flashed back to the night before and he swelled with emotion. His throat tightened. “Um, yeah. Mornin’, mom.” He wanted to stay and chat, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from her t-shirt and leggings. Plus, he wanted to test if he was in the free and clear. So, he made his way to the kitchen like nothing was wrong.

“Wait, Spence…”

Fuck. “Yes, mom?”

“This might seem like an odd question… But did you happen to find a heel, like a woman’s heel, in the driveway last night?”

His blood ran cold.

She continued, “Your dad and I were running SUPER late ’cause we misunderstood the invitation. Like, it would’ve been really bad. And I had this bag of old clothes and shoes in his car for him to drop off at Goodwill on his way to work. And I think one of the shoes fell out when we were leaving.”

They don’t know… Spencer thought. A crushing weight melted off his shoulders, and he was filled with a joyous wave of sweet relief. He smiled brightly, “No, I didn’t see anything.”

“No? Shoot. Alright. Maybe someone saw a fancy-looking heel sitting in the driveway and thought it might be worth something?”

“Haha! Yeah, probably! I guess with-”

“Oh! Hold on a sec!” His mom apologized with a wince and answered her phone on the first vibration. She held her finger in the air, asking him to give her a moment. But all Spencer saw was the finger she used to touch her lips when she reminded the Panther to keep quiet about what they had done behind the DJ booth.

He pushed his pockets with his thumbs, disguising his erection.

“Hey, Theresa. How goes it?” “Mm-hmm,” she listened. Her gasp echoed off the far walls. “No way! Why didn’t she call the police?” She was absorbed. “God, that’s insane! How long was he there?” “Doesn’t Malcolm have cameras pointed in, like… every frickin’ direction?!”

Spencer’s heat was in his throat. He looked for the nearest exits just in case. Like his unsettled mom, he was hanging on every word. Spencer was irreligious, but he found himself praying to the universe his mom wouldn’t connect her missing heel with the story of the window spy.

“Ugh! What a pervert. He definitely planned that. You don’t just show up and know what’s going on.” Breanna glanced at her son and relaxed her tone. “You know, Theresa… Theres- Theresa? I’ll talk to you about this later. Now isn’t a good time. But please text me if you hear anything.” “Okay. Thank you, Theresa. Bye.”

“What was that all about?” Spencer blurted instantly.

Breanna stared into space, trying to wrap her head around the gossip. “Well… Jenna, a friend of Theresa’s, was at the cocktail party last night, and she said she saw a guy peeking into the window and watching everyone.”

Spencer dropped his chin and widened his eyes. He hoped he wasn’t overselling it. “No…”

“Yeah…” Breanna nodded, secretly excited to share the gossip with her son. “The creep planned it out, too. Because he knew to cover his face for Malcolm’s security cameras. And he knew exactly where the cameras weren’t aiming. He just-”

“The cameras didn’t show him near the window?”

“No!” Breanna scoffed. “He ran to a part of the house where Malcolm, I guess, decided he didn’t need any frickin’ cameras at all because, hey, there are no doors there, right?” She slapped her legs. “Anyway… So, the creep just got to stalk us through the window. But then Jenna saw him, and he ran off like a scared rat.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah! What a frickin’ creep. I’ll tell ya…”

Each time his mom opened her mouth, Spencer remembered what she had done with it the night before. But he had to shake those thoughts away. He was at a critical juncture. “You said something about the police?” He picked at his fingernails.

“Yeah. I asked Theresa why Jenna didn’t just call the cops when she saw the guy. But Jenna wasn’t sure what she saw, and she didn’t wanna ‘kill the party’.”

“Wow… That sucks you couldn’t see anything,” Spencer breathed.

“Yeah, I know,” she said. “Wait! Hun, can’t you get the video and then auto-zoom or auto-enhance the face? You can probably do that kind of stuff, right?”

“No, that’s not really a thing,” Spencer informed her, truthfully.

“Really? I swear I’ve seen them do that on TV a bunch of times. Is it just a certain type of program you need?”

“No, it just doesn’t exist. They fake it in all those shows. It’s one of those old sci-fi ideas we never developed. Remember when we watched Blade Runner? They had a scene with that tech in it?” His mom nodded supportively, but he could tell she forgot. “Well, uh, anyway… Videos and pictures are just a collection of pixels. That’s it. So, literally, a picture is just a bunch of colored boxes put together. And the more pixels, or boxes, you have, the more detail you have. Those security cameras already captured his face in the most pixels they could. You can’t add more pixels, so you can’t add more detail. And zooming in just makes those same pixels bigger, which doesn’t really help in this case.”

The son’s answer was more about persuading himself he wouldn’t get caught than answering his mom’s question.

“Dammit,” Breanna flapped her lips. “Well, I still think the police should get involved.”

Spencer envisioned a detective pulling fingerprints from the missing heel. While logic told him the police wouldn’t go to those lengths for a victimless crime, he was terrified of being found. “Mom. Think about it. If he ran off scared, he’s not gonna come back. And what did he see that was so bad? A bunch of people in dresses and suits having drinks?”

Breanna moved her mouth before responding. “Yeah… I, uh… Pretty much, yeah.”

“I’ve helped the FBI before. I can tell you, law enforcement won’t take time away from serious investigations to find someone who looked through a window one time.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Breanna sighed.

Spencer could see she was concerned and frustrated. And he hoped he could get her to stand down. “Plus, it would probably be more trouble than it’s worth. The cops would have to get statements from everyone. Everyone who was there would have to give statements on what they were doing around the time Jenna saw the guy. Then they’d have to figure out why he was spying and what he wanted to see in the window. I think it’d be a wasteful process.”

Suddenly, Breanna was flustered and shifting her position on her butt. “You know, you’re right,” she smiled and waved it off. “Everyone’s making too big of a deal out of this. I’m actually gonna call Theresa back and get in touch with Jenna to make sure she doesn’t create an issue. We just need to drop it and move on.”

—-

Victory. Spencer ate his Rice Crispies with a glass of celebratory orange juice. If the last twenty-four hours had been a roller coaster, it was the kind that jerks you around until you vomit. But now, he was free. He had gotten away with his crime. The security video couldn’t identify him. He had parked at the end of the street, so a neighbor’s camera couldn’t have seen his license plate. The only risk remaining was the local police going to extraordinary lengths to catch a single-offending Peeping Tom. And, as he ate, his mom was working to nip that investigation in the bud to save her own skin.

Even if Malcolm did find the missing heel, he’d have to link it to Breanna’s costume. Why would he think to do that? Given that Malcolm had surely inspected the crime scene by now and Breanna hadn’t heard of a found gladiator heel, that loose end was also tied.

But while that stress dissipated, an uncomfortable reality took center stage. His mom had used his dad to cheat. Looking back on it, why else would his mom care more about his dad’s law partner’s parties than his dad did? Why did she need to wear that costume, unless it was to impress other men?

Spencer wondered how often his mom strayed with men in Malcolm’s house. That couldn’t have been the first time. She looked practiced, but also not too used to it. And those men seemed to believe she might be interested in them. Who were those men? Maybe they were single? That would make sense. Nobody else there seemed to match them, and it’s not like everyone has a partner. But why would his mom cheat there? Wouldn’t it be the riskiest place? Maybe.

Planning an affair almost seemed harder… choosing a location, a meeting time, leaving a digital trace over phones. What better opportunity could there be for his mom? She was already out with her hubby, so she didn’t need to lie or go anywhere. She could rely on him disappearing for close to thirty minutes. She was in a dark, crowded room where everyone was dressed like someone or something else. Most of the people there didn’t know each other or even recognize each other until they got close. It was a room where people walked by others flirting and dancing without batting an eye. And who would ever suspect the man and woman making out in the corner were cheating?

But maybe it isn’t a perfect place, and that’s what she likes about it, Spencer thought. He felt like a terrible person for feeling this way, but he was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t help it. He had seen his mom in a new light, and he was hopelessly addicted. He needed to see her that way again. He needed to see her using her lips, hips, and mind to hornily seduce a man again. The video was great but wasn’t enough.

Don’t be an idiot, Spence. You barely fucking got away last time. Now, people are gonna be looking for you! The dalmatian almost sicced the cops on you, you fucking moron, Spencer thought.

He fought hard against his urges, but he was distracted by the thought of how incredible it was he got his mom to relent. She had been hell-bent on calling the police, and after just alluding to the idea of her getting caught, she immediately reversed her opinion.

Spencer crunched on his cereal. I have video evidence…

—-

When night fell, Spencer retired to his room and watched the video again. This time, his eyes drifted from the screen and his mind slipped into a fantasy. He told his mom that unless she considered having sex with him, he’d show the recording to his dad. When they finally fucked, his mom found it to be as hot and intimate as Spencer did, and she stopped feeling coerced. She passionately rode his cock and cried out his name. She dug her fingernails into his toned pecs and slapped her ass onto his legs and groin. The whole time, her blue eyes were more desirous than they had been for her dance partner at Malcolm’s party.

After emptying his testicles onto his abs and heaving chest, Spencer felt ashamed and broken for even imagining it. In real life, he knew his mom would be traumatized by blackmail sex with her son. It was cruel but karmic: In his hand, Spencer had the greatest shot he’d ever have of sleeping with his mom, and he could never use it. He promised himself the video could only be used to masturbate.

*****4

Monday was a calmer day. It was a workday. Back to normal… more or less. Spencer jerked off to the video and then showered to start work by eight. During a long lunch, he found the time to plan the trips he was taking with friends to San Diego in the upcoming weekend. Also, he found time to cum to the video again. After finishing work early, he rewarded himself by using lube and taking his time stroking it to the video once more.

His mom had still been out-of-character when she returned home from his dad’s law office earlier in the afternoon. She mentioned she was leaving to get a late lunch with Theresa, and Spencer was surprisingly glad to see her leave the house. It helped clear his mind. He made a sandwich, returned to his room, and turned on the English Premier League match.

In the seventieth minute of the game, Spencer heard the front door squeak downstairs. He knew his dad wouldn’t be home for another hour, so it had to be his mom.

Minutes later, a gentle knock sounded through his room. “Yeah, mom?”

“I need your help with something real quick. Can I come in?”

He heard his mom’s smooth, earthy voice and promptly sat up straight on his bed and combed his parted hair with his fingers. “Yeah, sure.” He muted his TV.

Breanna pushed the oak door open but remained on the threshold. Silently, she revealed a pair of gold and bronze gladiator heels in her left hand.

The color drained from Spencer’s face, and it was like his skin was being pricked with a thousand pins. He watched his mom take one step inside his room, then he smiled, “Oh, awesome! You found the last one!”

“Well… I didn’t…” Breanna spoke coolly. “Malcolm found it next to his house… of all places. He thought it was some broken footwear somebody just wanted to throw away.”

“Wu- Wow! That’s lucky he found it and knew it was yours.” Spencer was twitching, and he wanted to jump out the window to flee on foot. It was as if his mom didn’t need to blink.

“It was not luck. On the phone yesterday, Theresa told me Malcolm found a heel near the window and it looked like it was part of someone’s costume. I called Malcolm and asked him if he had found my lost heel. He did.”

“That’s crazy… It’s uh- Wow… It’s a small world, I guess. You never know where things’ll turn up.” Each sentence was a race to get his words out before his throat closed completely. He had no idea as to how convincing he was, but his mom’s eyes were cutting through him like cold, steel blades.

“Spencer… You’re good at solving these types of problems… Would you mind telling me how my right heel went from our driveway all the way over to the window where the spy was watching us?”

“Umm… Well, you first have to consider all the possibilities. Like… For example… that the stalker was probably, like, obsessed with you, and he found your heel in the driveway, and he probably heard about the party. I’ve heard of FBI cases like that. Also, there’s-”

“See… I don’t think that’s how it happened,” Breanna cut in. “I think the stalker saw me lose my heel in the driveway and then followed your father and me to the cocktail party. Or, he just happened to know we were going there.”

Spencer wasn’t going down without a fight. He moved his mouth to speak, and his mom said, “You’re a terrible liar, Spencer. I knew yesterday it was you, and today I have the proof.”

He shook and was on the verge of tears. He blurted, “You guys were acting really weird, and I wanted to know what was going on.”

“So you followed us and spied on us?!” His mom broke her stony expression, and he was fuming.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to drive across town, sneak past security cameras, and look through a frickin’ window?”

“No! I mean I wasn’t trying to see you dance with those people like that. I didn’t know you’d be dressed like that. I just wanted to know why you guys were trying to kick me out of the house and acting so weird.”

At the drop of a hat, Breanna went from angered to worried. She folded her arms against her red blouse. “Wait… What do you mean, ‘dance with those people like that’…? What do you think you saw?”

The truth was caught at the end of his throat. “Like… Just how you and dad were dancing, along with all those other people. I guess it was an adult costume party.”

His mom’s nostrils flared as she exhaled. “Yes, it was a cocktail party. Just a costume one. Your dad and I like to let loose and have fun sometimes, just like you do.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

“Spencer, you walk out of the house every other damn night… and we don’t say anything. We do it once… and you make dozens of people think there’s a stalker on the loose. God, Spencer!” She rubbed her face. “You really screwed up this time. Not everything is a conspiracy for you to solve. Did you ever think of just asking me why we were acting weird? We could’ve talked about this like adults.”

“I am really, really, really sorry.”

“No.” Breanna was back to fire and brimstone. “Sorry isn’t gonna cut it. From now on, every single time you leave the house, you have to ask us first. Got it? And that trip to ‘Hero Comic Fest’ or whatever the hell it’s called… it’s canceled.”

“Mom, that’s not fair! It’s just one mistake. It’ll never happen again. I’ve had tickets for that for a year!”

“A ‘mistake’ is getting too drunk at a party. Do you realize that I had to spend the last two days begging my friends not to call the police on you? Spencer, you could’ve been arrested.”

“That’s not why you told them not to call the cops…” Spencer muttered.

“What was that?”

“I said, that isn’t why you don’t want the police involved,” Spencer voiced loudly. His eyes were watery. “You don’t want the police asking what you were doing that night.”

“Oh, really?” His mom crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “You think I’m afraid to admit I was at a costume party?”

“I know what you did on the dancefloor that night…”

The bedroom was quiet. The mother studied her son’s eyes. “What do you mean, Spencer?”

He was straddling the line, and he was willing to step over it. He puffed his chest out. “Speaking of ‘Hero Fest’ — by the way, it’s called Comic-Con — I saw what you did with the Black Panther.”

His mom turned into an icy statue. Then her breath quickened, and she stumbled for words. “I… I don’t even know what that means. What, like… What do you think you saw?”

“I know what I saw. I saw you grind on him like crazy and let him touch you when dad was in the bathroom. Then you were making out with him, and then…” Even in a fit of rage, Spencer struggled to say it.

His mom’s eyes revealed her shock and shame. But her mouth stayed the course. “Uh-huh, sure… And then what did I do?” She scratched her hair and blinked profusely.

The son was furious with her gaslighting and her audacity to punish him. “I saw you suck his dick! You swallow his load and beg him to be quiet about it.” Even Spencer was surprised to hear those words leave his mouth.

Breanna was speechless. The surrender and acceptance was written on her face. She stared at the carpet and held her face. There was more than a minute of silence. Eventually, she stood up straight and shrugged, “Nobody saw it except for you. And nobody will ever believe you.”

Getting his mom to admit she cheated was a bizarre accomplishment. He didn’t know how to feel. But he knew how to counter her. “I promised myself I wouldn’t do this… but I have a video of it.”

Her long neck swallowed. “How?”

“I recorded it while I watched you.”

“No, you didn’t. It was too dark in there. You can’t film through a window, like that anyway.”

“No?” Defiantly, Spencer lifted his phone from his bed and tapped a few buttons. His mounted television went black and then a video began to play. He looked across his room at his mom. Her mouth was agape and her arms dangled helplessly. She had to stand there and watch herself pleasure the man’s crotch with her ass. She looked away when it got to the scene of her bending over and placing his hands on her tits and giving them a squeeze. Soon, it showed them making out.

The video was chronically arousing to Spencer. Watching his mom watch it with him was too surreal.

“Fine…” she interjected. “So, you have a video of me dancing and making out with a guy. I can overcome that. It just-”

“No. This video has everything.”

“That’s impossible,” Breanna denied. “We were against a wall.”

“No… He was against a wall,” Spencer corrected.

Before Breanna knew it, she was on camera, accepting the thick erection in her mouth. She knew from memory, the video had to be close to over. She covered her face when her recorded self sat back with a full mouth and caved to the man’s request to show him his load. Breanna peeked through her fingers at how she surprised him by playing with his cum before swallowing it and laughing. Her son’s video had even captured her warning the man to be quiet and him giving her butt a goodbye squeeze.

The television paused on the final, blurry frame. Breanna stared into the void. “Why did you take this video?”

“I don’t know. I just started taking it.”

Neither the mom nor son were hostile. In the aftermath of the movie, they both realized they had entered a new status quo. They could speak without pretense.

“I won’t punish you if you delete that video.”

Spencer breathed hotly and pondered. “Umm…”

“Let’s delete it,” Breanna turned to him. “We can both just walk away from this. It’s a safe ending for both of us.” As she waited, her eyes caught the bulge in her son’s khaki shorts. She looked up and saw her son’s frightened hazel eyes. “Okayyy… I see…”

Spencer gulped the last of his saliva. His mom was in a red V-neck and tight, black shorts. He wondered if he had been erect before the video started playing. There was no point in apologizing, and there was nothing left to lose. “Since I saw you at that party, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. The way you did the things you did… The way you looked… How you… Mom, I know this video’s a nightmare for you… But I can’t let go of it for nothing.”

Taken aback, Breanna arched her eyebrows. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m really attracted to you.”

“I can see that,” Breanna huffed. “I didn’t expect it from you, but, yes, I know it can happen. As you saw at Malcolm’s, though, a lot of other guys feel the same way. Attraction happens. You need to get over it. You need to delete that video, Spence.”

“I need something to make it worth deleting.”

Breanna chewed her lips. “I see… And what if I refuse? Do you really wanna blackmail me? That’s how you want it? Sure, this video is really bad for me. But your dad and I won’t get divorced over it. It’ll just cause drama and stress and pain for everyone. I will tell him myself before I let you blackmail me.”

Suddenly, it was Spencer’s turn to feel shame and emotional turmoil. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he sniffled, but he held his composure. “I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t think I could do it anyway. I just… I can’t stop thinking about you. I need you and it… It just feels like the only way. I don’t wanna hold it over you or anything. I just… I need to keep it.”

The mother internalized her son’s pain. She knew her son was in a chaotic mental state, and she knew she was the reason. He wasn’t a bad person, and she doubted he could ever follow through on blackmailing her. The video simply represented hope, a hope he needed. Breanna, though, had her own interests to consider. “You need to delete that video. I told you already, it’s not going to work out for you like you think it will.”

Spencer fell onto his mattress with a thud and groaned in anguish. He popped back up. “Do you do it a lot?”

“What?” Breanna was confused by the change of subject.

“Do you do that type of stuff a lot? The stuff in the video, when dad’s not there?”

Breanna pinched her nose. “We are not talking about this.”

“We need to. I have to know.” Spencer pointed at the TV. For someone with tremendous leverage, he was practically begging.

“Yes, Spencer. Obviously, I’ve done that before,” she spoke briskly. “I find a way to do it almost every time. Can’t you see those guys knew they had a shot?”

His mom’s condescending tone made him feel naive for asking, but knowing she had done it before made the video more erotic. He imagined the first, lucky single guy telling another how Bill’s sexy wife sucked his cock. Then, the rumor spread from there. “How often do you guys go over for cocktail parties?”

“I don’t know,” Breanna sighed and looked out the window, “if Mr. Commons is in town, I guess every couple of weeks or maybe longer. Why?”

Mapping it in his mind, Spencer was already concocting a strategy to see his mom like that again. “So, you’ve done that kind of stuff a few times this year, at least?!” His mom answered with a silent sweep of her blonde hair. “So, dad could tell by the video that you weren’t doing this stuff for the first time… He could tell that wasn’t a one-time thing?”

“Spencer, I am NOT going to let my son blackmail me into fucking him,” Breanna stomped. “Delete the damn video, and let’s move on with our lives.”

Spencer was young but realistic. He knew that unlike the men at Malcolm’s, his mom wasn’t going to bend for him. Her confessions did spark an idea of how to end the standoff, though. “Fine… I won’t show dad. But I want to watch you.”

“Watch me…?” Breanna cocked her head.

“Yeah, like I did last time.”

“You wanna just watch me do it? And that’s it? You swear?”

Holy crap… Spencer didn’t expect to get this far. He felt like he should’ve asked for more. Maybe she had been downplaying the consequences of the video? No matter, his heart was racing. “Yes. I want to watch you really badly,” he said. “Like every time, though. I wanna keep seeing it,” he added.

She held the sides of her head and twisted side to side. She’s actually gonna do it, Spencer thought. His hope was then dashed upon the rocks.

“No, no. We can’t even do that. Malcolm is going to add cameras to that side of the house now. And my friends see the pictures I post of you on Facebook. They know who you are. If that had been Theresa instead of Jenna… It’ll never work.”

Just as he saw the gates to paradise, they closed in his face. Spencer was more distraught than ever, and he fell back into his bed, churning his gears.

Breanna could see he needed time to think. She needed it, too. “Alright… Get THAT off the TV. You’re not in trouble. There’s no need to tell anyone about anything. We can talk more tomorrow, okay?”

Spencer nodded.

*****5

That night, Breanna lay in bed under the covers. It was black, and she listened to the droning wisp of the air conditioner. Bill breathed steadily as he dozed off to sleep. They had capped their evening with a bout of engaging and satisfying sex.

Breanna had a weight on her chest, which she felt with every breath. There were serious issues to ponder and points of reflection. Instead, she thought back to earlier in the day when she threatened to punish her son. She told him he had to ask for permission to leave the house and she canceled his trip plans. It was odd to her that Spencer cared more about the Comic-Con ban than the loss of his freedom. Breanna may have bought a Slave Leia costume after Bill said he wanted to dress as Han Solo, but she never understood nerd culture.

Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, Breanna scrolled through articles and galleries of Comic-Con. That might explain it, she thought. A staple of the pop-culture convention seemed to be attractive women dressing as sluttier versions of their favorite book or screen characters. For a successful and handsome nineteen-year-old like Spencer, Breanna was sure it would be heaven for him. She chuckled and set down her phone.

He was probably asleep by now. He had the stolen video of her to assist him. Breanna sighed and rolled her neck on her pillow. Twenty-one years, she thought, staring at her husband. His hair was silver, but his nose was still young and rosy. Compared to how she felt about Bill, the sneaking around at Malcolm’s house meant nothing. That was about sex. A fleeting, risky high. This, her marriage, was about long-term love and stability. She knew her husband felt the same way. So, handling this situation correctly and discretely was important — not just for her happiness, but also for her husband’s.

*****6

The space felt barren and dim. Blue curtains held back the white light. His stomach growled, and his skull squeezed inward from the sides. His longer hair on top was tangled and his tongue tasted stale. Spencer was awake but not up yet. He was disgusted with himself, loathed himself, for his attempt to extort his mom. He loved her more than anyone else. She was the most reliable person in his life… Funny it took this for me to realize that. I can’t believe you blackmailed her. And I can’t believe it almost worked.

In many ways, his mom considering the idea of letting him watch her again, letting him watch her behave and shine like a stunning, masterful slut again, was the worst thing that could’ve happened. How could he ever let her go or let go of the video now?

As more daylight filtered through every seam and hole it could find, the son came to a compromise. He would never follow through on showing the video, but the power and meaning it held were too great for him to delete it from his life. Maybe he could get something out of it someday. Maybe it could merely let him dream. Either way, his mom would take another crack at making it disappear, and he wasn’t going to cave.

—-

In the study, which was a small room with a wall of bookcases and a desk, Spencer locked himself away. The workday went by slowly, but productively. He had managed to pull himself in the morning with face soap, coffee, and a comb.

As Spencer was finishing a security audit, there was a gentle knock on the door. He read the clock on his computer. 2:13. “Yeah?”

“Hey, Spence? Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

His mom opened the door and entered. She looked around the room like she expected to see changes. Her hand was loose in her pocket, and she was in a casual striped t-shirt and shorts. She was barefoot, which she usually was around the house. “I guess you already know what I wanna talk about.” Her eyebrows shrugged.

Spencer swiveled in the office chair and nodded. “The video.”

“Have you given any thought to deleting it?”

With resolve, he looked up and answered, “No. I don’t think I will.”

The forty-year-old mother shut her eyes and sighed. “I already told you, you can’t blackmail your dick into me.” Her son sunk in his chair and then snapped to it. But Breanna cut him off before he could start. “And I’m not going to jerk you off either. Nothing. Nothing.”

“I’m not going to delete it for no reason. I have to get something out of it,” Spencer declared.

“Hey, didn’t I try yesterday? When you brought up watching me, did I reject it? No. I was fine with it. Well… Compared to fucking my son or destroying my marriage I was fine with it. It’s not my fault it would never work.”

Simply hearing he would’ve had her permission to watch her seduce and blow men put Spencer in a better mood. He bit his cheek. “I know it’s not your fault. It just sucks because I would’ve had no reason to watch the video if I actually got to watch you every time.”

His mom lowered her sculpted chin as she swallowed. “Yeah, it sucks. Even if we could’ve made it work once, you probably would’ve deleted the video.”

Spencer heard the higher pitch and more range in her voice. He considered her claim. “I don’t know about that… Getting to keep watching you was the important part.”

“Really?” Breanna questioned. She swept her blonde hair back and folded her arms under her chest. “Once wouldn’t have been enough?” Her blue eyes and head accentuated her words, but she never looked right at Spencer.

“I don’t think so.”

She blinked in disbelief. “You’re telling me that if you had gotten to see it one more time… Me wearing a skimpy outfit where my boobs and butt were popping out, me letting a horny guy get behind me, me dancing on his cock and teasing it until it was hard, me making out with him while helping him feel my tits, me jerking him off while he fingered me, and then me getting down on my knees and telling him to treat me like a slut before I suck his cock and let him blow in my mouth… You really wouldn’t have deleted a frickin’ video to see that?”

His perspiring thighs stuck to the composite leather chair, and it made a ripping sound when he adjusted them. The saliva had vanished from his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and his cock was swollen. “If, like… If it was like that, I probably would’ve.”

“Only ‘probably’…?” she challenged. “Spence, I knew you weren’t going to change your mind. So, I tried to come up with something you’d want that I could actually do. And I think this ‘something’ will make it worth it for you.”

The sudden use of steamy language made sense. She was manipulating him, but Spencer didn’t care. He was willing to hear any offer she proposed. “Okay…”

“On Friday, you should take a friend to Comic-Con. On Saturday, tell him you’re grounded and take me instead.”

“What?” Spencer scrunched his oval face. He didn’t know how to respond. “I mean… Why? How is ditching my friend, someone who actually likes Comic-Con, to hang out with…? Like… How would that make me delete the video?”

“You’re going to delete it because, if you take me, I’ll wear my Slave Leia costume all day. I’ve seen how other women dress up to go there. I’ll fit right in. And, once we’re there, there’ll be thousands of horny guys and a zillion after-parties. I’ll find a place where you can watch me do what I did at Mr. Commons’ house. And since your father won’t be there and nobody else I know can see, it’s not like I can get caught. That means I can go a lot harder and a lot slower. And you’ll be standing right there…”

Jesus Christ… Spencer wiped his forehead. His damp hair had fallen. The lingering in his mom’s voice, her words, the subtle adjustments in her expressions… She was toying with his hormones to change his mind. And it was working. Spencer imagined spending all day with her while she strutted around in the skimpy, sexy costume. For her to speak to him this way, and for her to make this offer, he had to have her over a barrel.

With her clever tongue, she was persuading him to delete the risk to her marriage and the only prayer he had of ever fucking her… all for just the chance to watch her play with some random guy once.

“God… That sounds like the best day ever,” Spencer admitted, anxiously chuckling.

“I know, right? It would be perfect for you.”

“So, wait… You’re really gonna do that right in front of me? How d’you know you’ll find a place to do it? What if I can’t see?”

His mom eased his worries. “You mean the fun part where I get on my knees? It’s easy to find places in bars and nightclubs to sneak away for a blowjob. Believe me, I know.”

Spencer didn’t know if she was serious or toying with him to convince him. “Really?” He hotly breathed.

She nodded with certainty. “I promise you’ll get a much better view than you did last time. So… It’s a deal?”

His mom offered her hand, but Spencer wasn’t quite ready to shake it. Even though the deal was a fraction of what he wanted, it still seemed too good to be possible. “You’re not gonna back out after I delete it, right?”

“Spence,” Breanna snickered defensively, “you don’t have to delete it until the deed is done. I trust you to do it afterward. I can see you don’t trust me, though. Think about it… Why wouldn’t I do this? It’s a fair deal for me, too.”

“Holy shit!” He lunged back and held his head. “You’re actually gonna do this.”

Breanna smiled in relief and encouraged him. “Yeah, I am! Haha! I’m not tricking you.”

“And you’d wear the Leia costume all day? Nothing over it or under it? Just that?”

Her son was leaning in with intrigue, and she had him on the ropes. “Yes, only that. I’ll look exactly like I did Saturday night. But I’ll have my heels on, which means my legs and butt will look even better. You’ll never see me in anything sexier. You’re going to be following me around like a lost puppy. I can’t even believe I’m offering you this deal.”

“And you’ll be like how you were at Malcolm’s? Like, you’ll be in a good mood about all this while we’re there?”

“I’ll try,” Breanna offered. “Let’s put it this way, I pledge to try my best to have the same spirit I do at Malcolm’s. Obviously, it’ll be harder. Let’s say, you won’t feel guilty or feel like you dragged me there.” That seemed to be what her son wanted to know. His lap then caught her eye. “And for the love of god, Spencer… Please don’t wear a costume with tights.”

Spencer burst into embarrassed laughter and his mom joined him. He caught his breath and nodded. “Okay! Deal!”

They shook hands. “Alright, I’m trusting you,” the mother warned, but her son professed he could be trusted to delete the video.

As Breanna left the room, the knots in her shoulder blades loosened. Just as she had learned from lawyer negotiations, she had set a reasonable goal, strategized for the right angle, prepared for his responses, spoke to him in his language, feigned concessions, and arrived at her desired outcome — all while convincing the other party that he got the deal of a lifetime.

Performing a sex act in front of her son was going to be weird, but she took comfort in knowing her Comic-Con plan was the safest option, and it didn’t involve anything she hadn’t done before. Plus, there was an undeniable allure to the idea of going to a world where she was free to wear a costume like hers in public.

Spencer jerked off in the study, riding the high of making a once-in-a-lifetime deal with his mom.

*****7

Already, Spencer was overlooking his Friday visit to San Diego with his friend Chris. The gut-wrenching and shameful part of the deal was calling his friend Zach and telling him he had gotten grounded for drinking too much at a party and had to sell his Comic-Con tickets for Saturday. Zach was bummed, but Spencer promised to make it up to him with a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. Family has to come first, he thought, trying to assuage his guilt.

Moving on, Spencer focused on more positive thoughts. Like what he was going to wear to the convention. The original plan was to wear nerdy t-shirts and shorts on both days. He was a nerd, but he didn’t dress up as his favorite characters. Cosplaying was his line in the sand. The fantasy of matching his mom and making it look like they were together, however, was changing his view.

Star Wars was irrelevant to Spencer. In fact, having only a passing interest in most comic books and movies was a trait he and his mom shared. He only fancied stories where people used computers to catch cybercriminals. Yes, the hacking scenes and technical abilities were always absurdly fake. And it was part of the fun. So, while he didn’t care about Midi-chlorians or Tatooine, if his mom was willing to dress like a slutty space princess, he could be a major fan for a day.

He searched for costume ideas on his laptop, and he found several solid options that could ship to him in under four days. One costume was perfect. Almost too perfect. To where his mom could feel uncomfortable. You better text her… Spencer thought.

“There’s this costume I found for Saturday. It kind of goes with yours.” He sent the product photo. “Is it cool if I wear it with you?” “The character is Leia’s son. So it works on that level too.”

There was no immediate reply, and regret and paranoia washed over him. He studied the photo of a shirtless Kylo Ren, who Spencer had just learned was Leia’s son with Han Solo. Kylo had long, black hair. But if his mom could be a blonde Leia, then Spencer could be a brunette Kylo.

It was twenty minutes later when Spencer was on a walk when his iPhone vibrated. His mom replied, “This is your thing & you bought the tix. I won’t tell you not to wear something. I’d prefer ppl don’t know we’re mom & son. Maybe match me another way? I’ll get stared at no matter what tho, so I guess it’s up to you.”

Her response wasn’t a no, and that was all Spencer needed to order the costume.

—-

When Friday finally arrived, Spencer used his vacation day to leave sunny Los Angeles for even sunnier San Diego with his friend Chris. Everything, from the drive down Interstate 5 to the city marina, to the entrance lines, to the hallways of the waterfront convention center — all of it was congested and clogged.

They had a wonderful time. Walking among the colorful booths and whacky merchandise was a unique experience unfound anywhere else. The craftsmanship and detailing of cosplayers’ outfits were remarkable. Some women were wearing Slave Leia costumes, but none held a candle to his mom.

The entire day, Spencer daydreamed he was exploring the convention center and outdoor spaces with his mom, laughing and chatting and admiring. The fantasy of blackmailing her into sex and then her ending up loving it was creepy and unrealistic. The fantasy of her going to a whimsical event with him, dressed in a revealing costume she was already used to wearing, and having a good time goofing around with him like they usually did together… That was more realistic. And wholesome.

She’d get a crazy amount of attention here, Spencer realized. Even moderately attractive women in modestly sexy attire were drawing lingering eyes. He imagined his mom strutting down the linoleum with clacking heels, exposed legs, bare ribs, and flat abs, plus a light jiggle in her boobs… all beneath her model-like, down-to-earth smile.

The convention center was open for three more hours, but Spencer convinced Chris to head home early under the guide of beating traffic. The truth was Spencer planned to have a long day with his mom, and he wanted to be fully charged.

When he slipped inside their contemporary home, his mom greeted him in the living room. She was sitting on the carpet by her favorite coffee table and sorting through fancy papers.

“Hey, how was it?”

“That place is mental! There’s so much to do, it’s beyond anything. I can’t wait to show you tomorrow and-”

Breanna frantically waved her arms and held her finger to her lips. It reminded Spencer of her warning the Panther to be quiet after she swallowed his load.

“Yeah, I look forward to seeing the pics tomorrow when we’re kayaking tomorrow!” Her enthusiasm sounded through the large house, and Spencer nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, should be fun,” he loudly agreed.

“When were you thinking of leaving? He’s usually up around seven-thirty. We need to be gone before then.”

The son grinned at the hushed planning. “To get there at a good time, we should be outta here by six-forty-five anyway.” His mom gave him a thumbs up and went back to sorting through the stationary.

—-

Family dinner was a quiet affair and much later than normal. They gathered around the long, slate dining table and ate the salmon burgers cooked by Breanna.

Spencer’s dad was his usual, affable self — not speaking unless spoken to, and if he was spoken to, he was a risk for chewing your ear off with interesting stories. But nobody was speaking to him tonight. Breanna kept her eyes away from both her husband and her son. Spencer’s eyes stayed away from his dad and wandered to his mom’s side profile.

It wasn’t that Spencer had no morals. He was infatuated and maybe in love. Nuanced thought and logic eluded him because he was drowning in swirling hormones, and he saw no way out but forward.

*****8

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Spencer muttered. “6:13,” he read his wall clock. His heart throbbed while he fluttered his towel around his dripping body. He wasn’t running late. Oh, no, he had plenty of time. It was just his heightened anxiety this morning. Everything needed to go perfectly. What if his dad woke up early? They should leave as soon as possible. Rather than seeing a beautiful morning sun just above the Eastern horizon, Spencer saw a part of the day that had already slipped away.

His costume had been laid out on his chair since last night, but Spencer carried it to the downstairs bathroom to be safe. The last thing he wanted was to run into his early rising dad and explain why he was wearing leather pants to go kayaking in the mountains.

His white smile and hazel eyes lit up the mirror. There were no dark circles or fatigue as he had feared. His boost in optimism was fueled by his flattering costume. Aside from his perfectly swept hair and the white tee he was wearing for the car ride, Spencer thought he looked badass. He ruffled his hair a bit, then brushed some of it back again.

In the middle of the white, pristine kitchen, Spencer drank a glass of orange juice, wearing black boots, pants, a utility belt, and a lightsaber. The door to the nearby laundry room squeaked open, and his mom appeared. Apparently, she had a similar thought about changing safely.

The only visible clues of her costume were her hair braid and the snaking gold accessories around her hair, wrists, and neck. Her entire body, down to her shins, was draped in her beige trench coat.

Spencer’s eyes ran down her buttoned jacket and stared at her blue walking shoes.

“I’m not diving in heels,” she answered.

“Well… You have them, right? Both of them?”

Breanna rolled her eyes and bit her mouth to avoid giving her son the satisfaction of making her laugh. “Yes, they’re both in the car. We should leave now. We can get breakfast sandwiches somewhere.”

“Yeah! Are you sure you have everything for your costume?” What if his mom forgot an essential piece and canceled their plans when they arrived in San Diego?

Breanna already had her blush and mascara applied. She had been up since five o’clock so she could go to the gym first, which she always did on days where she planned to… have fun. Yes, she was certain she was ready. Humoring her son, she peeked inside her trench coat for a nanosecond. “Yep, I can see it all there. Let’s get going.”

Hustling out of the door with his mom in broad daylight gave Spencer the same body rush he felt from spying on her last weekend. The electric SUV silently started and rolled out of the driveway. It hit Spencer that two orange kayaks were already on the roof of the car from when his mom and dad went last month. The son studied his mom’s face. She was smart.

—-

After eating a deliciously unhealthy fast food breakfast in the car, they were finally cruising down the highway toward the Pacific ocean. Spencer lowered the passenger sun visor and used the built-in mirror to draw a thin scar over his eye with a red makeup pen. “It’s for my cosplay,” he explained before his mom could ask.

“So… What’s the plan for when we get there? What’s there to do?”

“Um… Pretty much anything, hah! There’s too many exhibitions and activities and booths for one day. I remember some dope-looking things that didn’t have insane lines. But we can do whatever. Do you have any interest in anything specific?”

Breanna took her eyes off the road and shrugged at him. “I’m up for anything. Whatever you’re interested in doing is fine by me. My mission for the day is trying to act like I do at Mr. Commons’ house and to meet some stranger tonight — while pretending you’re not checking me out,” she chuckled nervously. “Other than that, I don’t have plans.”

“Okay.” He scratched the small hairs growing on his knuckle. “Do you, like… Do you wear this every time you go over to Mr. Commons’? It is part of how you lure guys in?”

“No, no, haha! They’re usually black-tie affairs. Every once in a while, I guess he likes to throw an actual party for fun. There was only another costume party for Halloween, and I did wear this. It’s a popular one,” she leveled.

“How do you usually find guys then? I mean, if you aren’t dancing or dressed like that, how do guys know, like…”

Breanna’s cheeks glowed pink, and she proudly pursed her lips. “I have a few tight, high-cut cocktail dresses. They seem to work, too.”

The son’s breathing slowed, and his eyes went wide. “How did it all start? How did the first guy know he could flirt with you? And how did all the other single guys find out? And how do you know dad won’t find out?”

Breanna blinked and digested the questions. “Well, the first time was last fall, when Malcolm invited your dad and me to his cocktail party because he wanted to bury the hatchet with your dad finally. While your dad was having a man-to-man with Malcolm, I was talking to this guy upstairs. And he was drinking and flirty. So, I was kind of casually flirting back. Nothing big. Really, it wasn’t much different than how I’d talk to your dad’s business partners right in front of him, you know? But this guy must’ve read into it too much because he kissed me. I don’t know why, but I let him. I was about to walk away, but I felt his cock grow into my stomach, and I guess something switched in my head. I kissed him back. We kissed more, he told me he had a condom, and next thing I knew I was watching him have at it.”

The son cracked his window, letting the flapping air hit his moist skin.

“And the other guys found out because that’s how guys are. The first guy probably told another, who told another, who told another. There’s nothing stopping your dad from finding out, per se. But there aren’t too many unmarried guys at the parties. I tell the guy every time to keep it between us, but I think it’s more they realize that if word gets out, it’ll never happen again.”

The mother drummed her fingers around the steering wheel and glanced at her son. “I know how it probably looked… with the Panther guy knowing he could come up behind me and it happening kind of fast… but I don’t make it too easy for them. They have to, you know… They have to get me to, uh…” He stared at her blankly, and he seemed to understand the message.

“Hmm,” Spencer nodded and faced the dashboard. His mom had always seemed like the simplest woman, and he was starting to see more of her complexity. He didn’t know the right way to respond, so he stared ahead in silence.

“On that note…” she followed, “are there actually going to be a lot of other women dressed like this? I’m not going to be the Whore of Comic-Con, right? Not that I have much of a choice now…”

In a moment where Spencer recognized his growth into adulthood, he realized his mom wasn’t just trying to be funny. It seemed like she needed to know that he still accepted her after hearing those confessions. The son snickered, “Yeah, there were a ton of women dressed in sluttier costumes. But, honestly, I didn’t see any with your, uh…” He scratched his neck. “You’re not wearing too little… But if you’re asking me if you’re going to stand out… then, yes.”

She blushed awkwardly, as she sensed his eyes angled toward her chest. “Okay, I can live with that.”

—-

They journeyed the final miles along the coast to San Diego. They were there early, and already the downtown area was a zoo. People and cars were pouring through the gaps in the glass highrises and palm trees.

“Holy crap!” Breanna gaped.

It was fun for Spencer to see her reaction. He had the same mind-blown response yesterday. The streets were blocked off to facilitate waves of colorful people. The event seemed to sprawl into the horizon. “What do you think?”

“This is nuts! How many people go to this?”

“One-fifty-ish for the weekend,” he beamed.

Breanna could scarcely believe it. She had been imagining a few thousand nerds getting together. She didn’t expect over a hundred thousand people. The traffic was stop-and-go, and finding a parking spot was a daunting task.

Fortunately, Spencer had planned well. He had rented someone’s parking spot for the day over an app, which Breanna didn’t even know was a thing. They parallel parked in a streetside parking spot that was only (yes, only) a twenty-minute walk from badge pickup.

They stepped out of the black SUV and into the large sun. The heat rose from the asphalt in waves and the rays sizzled on their skin. Removing his shirt before going inside a building felt unnatural and wrong to Spencer. He could only imagine how his mom was about to feel.

He walked around the car and hopped onto the sidewalk. His mom inspected his costume, which was really just black pants with his abs rising out of them. His tan chest and neck had also thickened over the last year.

“Been hitting the gym?”

Spencer’s lips curled bashfully from her wry comment.

She added, “I’m actually glad you chose that costume now because maybe all of the creeps will be too scared of you to harass me.”

Slipping into her golden gladiator heels, Breanna didn’t even need to look up to sense her son’s angsty gaze on her trench coat. “Don’t worry, it’s coming off,” she said as if she were patronizing a child.

The marbled, brown buttons slid off, and she untied her beige belt. She couldn’t decide if doing this on a city street or in front of her son was more insane. Nevertheless, she opened her jacket. Her maroon veils unfurled over her inner thighs and down to her ankles.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she let her jacket fall from her shoulders. Breanna was fine being the scantily dressed one among friends at a private party, but she had never dressed this way in public. She felt naked and unprotected — and her decorative plastic armor couldn’t help. There was no need to guess her son’s thoughts. He was thoroughly hypnotized. If he were an old-time cartoon character, his chin would’ve been on the concrete and he’d be drooling into the street.

She fucking did it… Spencer thought, stunned. Her gold ornamentation glittered in the sunlight. Smooth skin started from her manicured toes and climbed her long, toned legs, up to her metallic belt. The indents in her obliques showed her strong, flat abdomen. A bronze, bra underwire looped around her ribs. And two cupped plates covered her melon-sized breasts, extending out from the center bridge resembling two olive butterfly wings. The sides and round outer curves of her boobs were fully exposed and he could see the faintest white lines of stretch marks. It looked like her bra was ready to pop off but was saved by the bending bronze at the top of each cup that connected the fastening string around her neck. A thick, gold collar rested on her throat.

He finally blinked when he met her round, blue eyes, which were even deeper within the black mascara. She looked away as well.

The unsettled mother turned to the approaching group of people on the sidewalk. One of the women had colorful hair and a baseball bat. Her bottoms were nothing more than fishnet stockings and a pair of hotpants that might as well have been underwear. Breanna smiled and breathed easier knowing she wouldn’t be alone in her skimpy attire.

Gauging her young son’s reaction again, Breanna accepted reality. She accepted this was her outfit for the day, she accepted the warmth of the summer sun on her abundance of skin, and she accepted that her “date” was going to be fawning over her the entire time. “What did I say about not wearing tight pants?”

“Hmm?” Spencer snapped out of it and glanced at his lap. A rod was trapped diagonally under the fake leather. Quickly, he tugged his utility belt lower on his waist. “Oh… Yeah. You, uh… You look really good, mom.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. It was a sweet and sincere compliment, and it boosted her confidence. “Luckily, for me… And I guess, luckily for you now… I’m having a good boob day.” Her son nodded in agreement. “Well, let’s head in before we fry out here.”

As he followed his mom, Spencer noticed the added effect of her heels, as they brought her to his five-ten height and accentuated the roundness of her booty. The ocean breeze sometimes caught her silky rear loincloth and tantalizingly exposed the outside of her right butt cheek. He saw the taut knots in her bikini strings on her back.

Dude…

*****9

When Spencer was at Comic-Con yesterday, he imagined the different scenarios and locations where his mom would draw mass attention. Now, he felt naive for thinking it would require a special moment.

The convention center stretched for blocks and was framed with colossal crests of curved glass and rows of white, triangular steelwork jutting into the sky. Approaching the front entrance was like walking among sail ships on a glass ocean. Instead of beholding the architecture, many people passing by were rubbernecking at the blonde cosplayer. Breanna sensed men and women alike checking her out from all angles.

“I think you’re already becoming famous,” Spencer shyly whispered.

“Don’t pretend this wasn’t what you wanted,” she retorted. Her son giggled, but Breanna breathed shakily and rubbed her arm.

As they funneled into the open entrance doors, the noise and energy chilled them and seeped into their bones. It was like landing on another planet. They were swallowed by a dense sea of people, loud chatter surrounded them, colorful and bizarre costumed characters of all sizes, angles, and genres demanded their darting eyes. Flashy banners and advertisements for TV shows and movies hung over their heads.

Spencer directed them to a long queue Breanna didn’t know what it was for, but she blindly trusted her guide to this new world. She stayed close because she felt as if she strayed for a second, they would get separated and she’d be lost. Spencer played a game where he tried to identify every cosplayer’s costume in his mind — anything to distract his burning desire to reach out and touch the stunning woman standing next to him.

Suddenly, they were at a table and Spencer hung his lanyard and badge from the day before around his neck. The staff member asked Breanna for her badge number and photo ID. “Uh…”

Spencer read the code from his phone, then watched his mom hand the employee her driver’s license from her money clip. Where the hell is she keeping that, he wondered. Then he saw her slide it back under her crescent-shaped belt plate. Woah… he grinned. He didn’t understand the mechanics, but he marveled at his mom’s sexy ingenuity.

After scanning in and filtering through the final checkpoint, they were finally free to roam and explore. Breanna forewent the lanyard and clipped her badge onto her bronze belt, not wanting the rope and plastic to dig into her boobs and slap her stomach all day. They walked into the main hall, and her eyes went wide. As far as she could see, there were structures and flashes and hovering objects. There were so many people, she could barely see the gray carpet below her feet. But it all created an undeniable electric atmosphere, a sense of childhood wonder, and a feeling of comradery and acceptance.

The nineteen-year-old son was silent. He was still wrapping his mind around a simple fact… They were in. They were truly there. They were going to be here, like this, all day. It had always felt like something was going to stop them, some hangup or excuse. A buzzing emanated from his hips, and he looked at his mom in disbelief.

“So… What first?”

“Umm… We can just walk around first for a little bit?” His mom shrugged agreeably, so they began to weave and stroll down a side aisle. The sway of her hips, the slight jiggle in her boobs, and her simple, fascinated smile were everything Spencer had dreamed they would be. It was the smaller things, however, that made it feel real. The gloss on her parted lips. The batting of her painted eyelashes. The elegant curve under her cheekbones. The scrunch of her nose whenever she looked up toward the lights. The white tips of her shiny fingernails.

They surveyed the different comic book exhibitors and collectible shops. Every so often, a booth would merely consist of attractive women sitting behind a table and selling autographed posters and posing for paid photos with fans. Some women were famous for modeling revealing cosplay on Instagram, with their fit bodies and large chests being the focus.

“Oh… So that’s why you come here. They’re pretty hot, huh?”

Spencer snapped his neck ahead at the sound of his mom’s mocking voice. “Uh, yeah…” the tips of his ears burned, “but I think you have ’em beat.”

“Of course. Mine are real.” When her son glanced back at the women, he giggled, and then Breanna joined him in a laugh.

—-

Other guys, of all ages, seemed to feel the same Spencer did. His mom was like a magnet. All she had to do was pass through an area, and men were instinctively drawn to her presence. An amateur dressing provocatively for her own enjoyment was forevermore arousing than any model doing so for money.

Toward the back of the building, they reached an area where they finally had space to breathe. As the mom and son shared their first impressions, a trio of men approached Breanna and asked if they could take a photo with her. She shot her son a puzzled glance.

Spencer turned in and explained it was common for people to ask dedicated cosplayers for photos. It was considered an honor and a sign of a job well done. “It means they like your costume.”

Breanna doubted the men liked her plastic costume. Her instinct was to say no and to blame her fear of the picture ending up on social media. But she had pledged to be the type of woman her son saw at Malcolm’s, and she knew that none of her friends followed these random nerds online. “Yeah, I guess a picture is fine.”

The three round men set their bags down and stood happily next to the enticing Leia. One handed Spencer his phone. “Sure, of course… I’ll take it. Thanks for asking,” Spencer mumbled under his breath. He stepped back and tapped the camera button twice before returning it. The men graciously thanked Breanna like they worshipped her, and they walked away.

Like moths to a flame, Spencer noticed more men gathering around his mom in hope of a photo op. Perhaps they thought she was another Instagram model walking the floor for publicity and that he was her photographer? Regardless, he found himself in that role now, as men and teenagers formed a line and began putting their arms around Breanna as they smiled.

Breanna puffed with her shoulders and offered Spencer a “sorry, but whatcha gonna do?” shake of the head. The single or grouped men were asking Breanna if she could wield a lightsaber, or point in a certain direction, or strike any number of poses. A man, in a Han Solo graphic tee, handed her a Star Wars Blaster and asked if they could pose back-to-back with the laser guns.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine,” she said. It was easier to go with the flow. The man’s shoulders and butt leaned into hers, and Breanna instinctively bent her front knee out to make the pose sexier. The side of her body was naked, including the side of her right boob and butt cheek.

The attention and ogling were palpable. The married mother could feel the energy from their eyes absorb into her moisturized skin. It reminded her of why she was there and who she was there to be. Her alluring pose with the blaster seemed to inspire the awaiting attendees, as they all seemed to want the same treatment.

Eventually, a man in a white Stormtrooper helmet asked Breanna if they could pose in a way where it looked like he had captured her. Whether it was a scene from Star Wars or not, she didn’t know. “Uh… I guess so. How would we do that?” She had an inkling of an idea.

His face was hidden, but his voice was wavering. “I don’t know… Maybe, uh… Maybe me holding you back in some way? And you looking like you’re struggling to get away? Maybe?”

Breanna glimpsed at Spencer. She could tell by his dilated pupils and wild lips that this was more along the lines of what he expected for her “spirit” today. “I like that idea,” she answered the Stormtrooper. “Maybe do a hostage-type thing where you’re pulling me back and I’m trying to break free?”

The helmet shook profusely, and he stood behind her. She took his wrist and placed it on her lower stomach. He was holding her loosely and from a distance. “You’re gonna need to wrap your arms around me because this feels like a really weird family photo.” His other hand found her abdomen, resting cautiously against it. Breanna chuckled again. “This was your idea. If you don’t want me to break free, you’d have to hold me tighter than that…”

The nervous Stormtrooper fidgeted with his fingers, and Breanna decided to show mercy. She bent her knees and rocked back, only to slap her mouth to hold her bulging cheeks. She laughed with her eyes, feeling the surprise bulge against her butt. The man’s resistance made sense.

His arms, and every other part of him, were frozen stiff. A thin, silk veil couldn’t disguise a boner.

An onlooking Spencer knew what happened. It was written on his mom’s bubbled cheeks. She didn’t step away, though. Rather, she tapped the man’s hands and waited for him to grab her tightly around the waist. Then she bent forward and reached out in despair, causing her butt to shift against his lap.

Even though he knew his mom had a similar or more intense experience every time she wore this costume, and even though he understood she was with him today for this exact reason, Spencer struggled to accept reality. He raised the phone in front of his face and snapped the photo, which he now realized had a giant sign for a weird anime in the background.

Spencer lowered the phone, and he saw the Stormtrooper nudge his hip as his mom straightened her back. It was obvious he was brushing his bulge against her veiled butt one last time. When his mom wiggled her butt, pushed the man’s arms away, and mouthed, “That’ll be a keeper,” Spencer wanted to melt.

The guy quickly took his phone back from Spencer and walked away with his hand conveniently dangling over his crotch.

Breanna curly waved apologetically to the few awaiting men and waved for Spencer to follow her. “We can’t stay there all day. Let’s see what else there is.”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” He loved the path she had started down, but there was only so much torture he could withstand. Judging by the breathlessness in his mom’s earthy voice, maybe she needed a break too? Besides, spending quality time together today was just as important to Spencer as anything else.

—-

The morning in the convention center unfolded into a genuine and pleasant mother-son retreat. Neither could remember the last time they had gone somewhere and spent hours together, just the two of them. The boundless convention and the array of exhibits ensured they always had something to talk about.

They went to the sneak preview of an upcoming streaming show. They went to the technology hub, where Spencer geeked out and wowed his mom with visions for the future of blockchain. Or, at the very least, she was impressed by his knowledge.

This was the first quality time Breanna had spent with her son since he came home from school. She was disappointed in herself because they used to go on actual kayaking trips together and watch movies together all the time. Her thinking had been, since Spence was a real adult now, he’d want his freedom and space from his parents. But maybe she had been denying them both the chance to become more like friends and less like authority figure and her child?

In his dreams, Spencer had envisioned the big moments of this trip. He hadn’t considered how special all of the other hours and minutes would feel. He was weightless on his feet, floating around the convention. His mom’s blunt humor, emotional honesty, and her nonchalance whenever he ducked into a booth and disappeared… It was different. He was now and adult to her, and she seemed happier.

Of course, the context of their visit was an important factor in both the mother and son’s feelings. Breanna granted nearly all photo-op requests, and they were always sexy. It was difficult not to view her son as an adult when he was the one excitedly taking the photos.

The great irony of the day, of course, was that despite the dozens of horny men she flirted with and touched in some way, none of them bothered to ask her about her plans for the evening. They came up, smiled ecstatically, her son snapped the pic, and then they’d thank her and run off. Not that Breanna had planned on finding her partner in the convention center, but her wedding rings were in the car for a reason. She was open to being convinced.

Spencer was also receiving his fair share of admiration. He was naked from his midriff up, and the deepening lines in his abs and chest caught a few feminine eyes. “I’m almost as popular as you are,” he said to his mom after a young woman waved at him. “Haha! Yeah, you should’ve rented a booth here and made some money,” his mom teased.

—-

Due to their early start, their stomachs were growling by noon. The food pavilions outside offered a nice change of pace. Columns of white yachts filled the tranquil, blue marina. While the sun blazed overhead in the cloudless sky, cool air swirled from off of the salty water.

They found a food truck they both fancied, and they joined in the long line. Spencer stood behind his mom, watching her rear veil dance. It wasn’t as narrow as the front loincloth, which was probably six inches wide, but Spencer was optimistic. All day long he had been treated to views of the sides of her butt. Now, the wind was showing him the bottom curve of her right cheek.

C’mon… Just a little more. Oh, c’mon… Spencer humorously willed, as if he had telekinesis. A stronger gust arrived and both red veils whipped to the left and flapped wildly. He gaped at his mom’s bare, round ass. Aside from her bronze belt plate and an olive G-string, he saw everything.

Breanna slammed her hands down over her loincloth, holding it back in place. She reached around back and pulled the fabric mostly back into position. Her son looked like he had just seen a mind-blowing magic trick. Breanna could see the warping of his utility belt, and she wondered if it had just happened or had been there for a while.

Spencer snapped out of it, and the mom and son made awkward eye contact. She was rosy with embarrassment, and so was Spencer. “Umm…” he smirked.

“This really is your lucky day. Even Mother Nature is on your side.”

“Haha! Yeah… This day’s awesome,” he beamed and swallowed. “You… You have a nice butt.”

“Ahh…” The mother sucked and nodded at the weird and funny compliment from her son. “Thanks… I guess I’ll try to remember that for when you’re watching me later.”

By the time Spencer internalized the comment, his mom was already looking ahead again.

Lunch tasted better in his mom’s company. They had found a place to eat on the dry lawn. Watching his mom eat her burrito, sitting cross-legged before him, Spencer imagined what it would be like to be married to her. She was beautiful, and her content smile was contagious.

Even if she cheated on me every couple of weeks, it would be worth it. I’d be cool with it, Spencer thought. Then he realized, based on the new kinks he was discovering, his mom being slutty with other men may be another reason to marry her.

“Mom, have you seen a guy you might want to meet tonight yet?”

Breanna chewed her mouthful of burrito and laughed at her son’s conspiratorial whispers. “Of course, I have! There are tons of attractive men here. But I haven’t picked one or made plans. I’m not worried about it now. If a great option arises, then great. If not, that’s fine with me. Part of the fun is being spontaneous with it.”

Pinching his lip, Spencer said, “Well, you already had fun with that Stormtrooper.”

“Hehe! Yeah…” His mom snickered proudly and guiltily. “That’s what I’m saying. The best fun is spontaneous. Case in point, my custom blowing away was probably the best memory you have so far. You didn’t plan for it, it just happened. What you saw at Malcolm’s was me giving men the chance to do something spontaneous with me, and they took it.” She paused before her next bite. “From there, guys are easy to play with.”

The joke wasn’t as funny to Spencer, and a nagging thought resurfaced. “Did you turn me on on purpose when we were making the deal? Were you trying to make me agree to a deal where I’d just get to watch you once?”

His mom’s face sobered and relaxed. “Would it matter if I did?”

“Yeah! Because you were about to agree to let me watch you forever. Now, you talked me down to one day.”

“Yes, I talked you down to one day,” Breanna agreed. “But this is so much better for you.”

“How?!”

“You’re forgetting why you like watching me. Honey, you want me to get you off. That’s what it is. You’re attracted to me, and you want to get off to me. Even if I did seduce you into going far away and make it so you can only watch me once, am I not giving you what you wanted? Are we not on a date together? Am I not dressed in this slutty costume? Are we not matching together? Am I not doing things to turn you on? Are you not happy being here with me? I’m happy to be here with you. Tell me this isn’t better than watching me through a window.”

“It… Maybe. No.” The young son tugged at his hair. She was making sense, but he was skeptical of her intentions.

“Spence, think about it… When would you have ever seen me like this at Malcolm’s? Your face is two feet from my boobs. You saw my butt. I’m basically naked for you, and you get to stare all you want without saying sorry. I’ve made you hard all day… on purpose. And we’re not even close to tonight yet. You’re going to be right there while I find a sexy guy with a big cock, take him somewhere private, and suck him off till he cums in my mouth. And, the entire time, you’re going to be imagining I’m doing it to you.”

With a throbbing, red face, Spencer dropped his burrito into his bag and sat up. He willed himself to lower his heart rate. “You’re doing it again,” he accused.

“What?”

“You know what! You’ve been doing it all day, turning me on so I don’t realize how unfair the deal is. I know you probably talk to dad like this so he doesn’t care what you wear to Malcolm’s parties. You probably tell him it’s ‘good for him’ for you to dress like this. But what’s the point of even going back inside, now? Every time you turn me on, I’m going to know why. I’ll know what you’re really doing.”

Breanna sighed heavily and straightened her woven blonde braid. “Look at this from my perspective. Please. I had to find a way to get you to agree to a deal that was actually safe and that I, your mom, could follow through on. I couldn’t offer you what you wanted. I just couldn’t. So, of course, I tried to help you be happy with the deal we made. Spence… please. Look at what I’m wearing. In public! Think about how crazy this is for me to do and what I’m risking. I wanted you to be happy with what I could offer. And I’ve tried my best to make you happy today.”

Spencer hung his head, feeling his head and heart tear with different emotions. He was confused, hurt, skeptical, ashamed, grateful, and guilty.

“Hey. So, what did I do that distracted you the most?”

He looked up at his cheerful mom. “Um… I don’t know,” he sighed. “The butt thing was good, but you didn’t do that yourself. Um… I guess you distracted me a lot when you were posing with those guys.”

“Yeah? You really like seeing me do stuff with other guys, doncha?” Breanna giggled and scratched her honey-blonde hairline. “That’s alright. So, what’s so hot about it for you, exactly? Is it just seeing how badly other guys want me? Is it a ‘mom’ thing, like thinking your mom’s a slut? Or a slutty MILF thing? Is it because you like to imagine it’s you?”

Spencer searched for the theme between the cocktail party and today. Darting his eyes to his left and right, he made sure the other picnickers couldn’t overhear him. “I think all of those reasons are hot. But, today, I liked how you moved your butt against the Stormtrooper dude after he panicked. And, at Malcolm’s, I liked how you kept pushing the Panther dude’s hands down before you put them on your boobs. I guess… I guess the hottest part is when you make guys realize you shouldn’t be doing it but then you do it anyway.”

“Huh…” the mother nodded and swished her lips. Impressively, he had identified a favorite tactic of hers. “So, it’s when I play up how wrong and inappropriate something is before I give him something he never expected? And it’s hot for you to watch because after I say no, I look even hornier and sluttier when I say yes?”

“Yeah, exactly! That’s a perfect way of putting it.”

A long, seaweed-scented breeze whistled by their ears, and the mother and son sat back into silence. Breanna watched her disillusioned son’s eyes fall back to the dry grass.

“I know you’re frustrated with me and feel like I tricked you. I know how jarring it must’ve been for you to catch me doing what I did. I understand it’s really hard for you to let go of what you saw. I’m more responsible for this than you are. I lied first, and I’m the reason you’re going through this. That’s why I made this deal. That’s why I’m trying hard to give you your dream day. As bad as you think this deal might be… Honestly, with where I had you, I could’ve talked you down to a lot less. But I didn’t. I could tell you needed the chance to process what happened before saying goodbye to the video. So, here I am, in the same outfit, trying to be the same person, letting you experience it. I think it’s important you work through this. But if you truly believe you got a bum deal, we can head home now and go back to our stalemate.”

That was the first thing his mom had said since they sat down for lunch that made sense. All of her decisions and her idea of coming here made sense. Unfortunately, Spencer had been deceived before. “Do you mean that, or are you just ‘playing’ with me again?”

“I mean every word.” Her round, blue eyes were still and ironclad.

“Okay,” Spencer said. A prickling sensation crawled up his skin and he puffed his chest. His mom held her meaningful stare, and Spencer saw today’s trip in a whole new light. A more profound light. She had put thought, planning, love, and purpose into this day. She could have offered him many different deals to suit her own goals, but she insisted on the one she had designed to give him the peace he needed. His cock swelled and flexed in his sweltering pants. “Mom, I wanna stay. I liked how things were going.”

“Good,” she warmly curved her lips.

“Do know what you- AHH! Ahh! Ahh!” Spencer jolted and quivered. He stared at the gold shoe pressing into his erection. He frantically looked around and then back at his pleased mom.

“We’re going to go back inside. We’re going to walk around. We’re going to visit the exhibits you wanted. We’re both going to enjoy being with each other. You’re going to check me out. I’m going to let you. When other men ask me for photos, I’m going to be sexy for them. And whenever you think I’m purposefully saying or doing something to make sure you’re turned on and enjoying your time, you’re going to be right. And you’re going to remember I chose to come here with you, just like I chose to wear this for you, and just like I chose to put my heel on your cock.”

Spencer had no words. No thoughts. His brain was in a hot mist and his eyes drifted. “Ugh!” His head lurched forward, as his mom tugged on his lanyard, holding him at attention. “Ohh! Ah! Ah!”

“Did you feel that?” Breanna felt his dry, gasping breath on her face. She knew full well her son felt her plastic sole flick against his cock, but she waited for his stunned nod. “Good. Because if watching me tonight doesn’t feel better than that,… you can keep the damn video. You think I’m a hot, slutty tease because of what you saw me at that party. But all you saw was me under a time crunch. With what I do to some stranger tonight, you won’t need a video. It’ll be burned into your memory.”

The teenager winced as his mom rolled her ankle again before pulling it away. His arms shook at his sides, and he forced saliva into his mouth.

“So, what’s next?” Breanna smiled and hopped to her feet.

“Umm…”

*****10

The next six hours went exactly how Breanna told Spencer they would go. Together, they explored every nook and oddity of the San Diego Convention Center. They gamed in the arcade, tried an interactive walk-through of a superhero experience, and played mini-golf outside. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off his gorgeous and unique mom, and she thought nothing of it. Both had smiles etched into their faces, with Breanna’s more serendipitous and Spencer’s more radiant.

After taking yet another provocative photo of his mom with an attendee, Spencer suggested they leave and find an after-party. Breanna noticed the thinning crowd, but it was still hours from close. “Can’t wait any longer?” she mocked, bumping his shoulder with hers. “That’s alright. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to having fun.”

“Really?!”

“I mean…” the mother laughed and shrugged, “I’ve been working myself up all day, too. We can head out now if you want. It’s your day.”

“Hell, yes! I did some research and I know where the best after-parties are.”

“Yeah? I did some research, too. We don’t want the best one, we want the right one. I can find horny guys anywhere, haha! But, if my intel is good, I know the right one.”

Spencer cocked his head. “Intel? What intel do you have? What makes it the right one?”

“Well, according to Google, it’s an eighteen-and-over club, and it’s huge and popular. More importantly, it has a coat check room, some VIP rooms, and even some space out back,” she snickered proudly. “Obviously, I don’t know anything about the nightclubs here like I know Malcolm’s house, but this place seems like the best bet.”

As they walked through the giant glass doors and into the red sky and bustling plaza, Spencer was humbled and he felt surrounded in love. His mom had out-researched and out-strategized him. Him, Spencer Gatlin! And she had put more effort into this “date” than any college girlfriend had ever put into one of their real dates. If it involves sex, she’s a lot smarter than you, Spencer thought.

“It’s about a fifteen-minute walk,” Breanna read from her phone, not even humoring herself by checking the wait for an Uber.

The mom and son ventured north into the Gaslamp Quarter of the city. Pop-culture fanatics overtook the brick sidewalks beneath the modern high-rises and swarmed the loud bars and nightclubs. Already, the smell of alcohol and fried foods wafted through the streets.

“Here, this is it,” Breanna pointed.

Spencer followed her finger to a Victorian-style row building with a black awning. A blue glow and electronic music pulsed through the open door. As expected, the line wrapped around the corner. “This isn’t too bad of a wait… Maybe forty-five minutes?”

“Oh god…” his mom frowned at him adorably, “you’ve never been a hot woman before.”

“Uh… No.” Suddenly, his mom was walking past the line and Spencer followed her. The two bouncers posted at the door reacted the way Spencer had been watching men react to his mom all day. She let go of his hand and smiled brightly.

“Hey, guys. Sorry to bother you, but do you know how long the wait is? I’m just trying to figure out where to go tonight, haha!”

The heftier bouncer, the one seated at the door to check IDs, said, “Miss… You can head the hell right in.”

“Wow, thank you so much! You’re amazing.” Her voice chimed with well-practiced sweetness. “Do you mind if my friend comes, too?”

The bouncer puckered his dark lips and eyed up the older blonde’s young, shirtless friend. “You can head in, but he’s gotta wait. We got many dudes in here right now.”

“Doesn’t seem like a bad thing to me,” Breanna shrugged, stroking her braid over her shoulder.

The hooting bouncer unhooked a velvet rope. “HAHA! Please, go in. But your friend’s gotta wait.”

Breanna huffed and bit her lip in distress. “Shoot! I wanted to come here so bad, and I can’t go anywhere without him.” She swayed with angst. “What if I tip you?”

“Miss, I really wanna help you, but I can’t roll like that when we’re this busy.”

Standing in line for an hour thinking about her task once she got inside… It was an unbearable idea. “I tip well…” she coyly pursed her lips.

The bouncer huffed and adjusted his legs. “Normally, I’d ask for a hundred. For you? Fifty.”

Breanna slid her money clip out from under her bronze belt plate and counted her remaining cash. There were three hundreds, six twenties, and three tens. She scanned the scene and saw her son watching her from the side, and the other bouncer had his back to her while he lorded over the line.

“This…” she watched the bouncer’s eyes light up at the sight of the green, hundred-dollar bill. “This is for letting my friend in.” He lurched and gaped as she slipped the deposit into his pants, wrapping it around his soft penis. “This one…” she flashed another hundred and whispered, “This one is so that later tonight when I need some privacy with a couple of guys, you have a backroom ready for us.” She made another intimate deposit. “And these…” She fanned five of her twenties, “These are so you can pay off whoever you need to to make sure it happens.”

“Oh, fuck.” The bouncer breathed heavily while the busty MILF swirled her thumb on his erect cock through his pocket lining. “Miss, I’mma do everything I can to get you a room somewhere.”

“You’re the best!” Breanna gushed. “Please make it happen. Because if I have the type of night I want to have, I’ll probably be in the mood to tip you this last hundred.”

“Fuck. You head right in. Both of you. Don’t worry, I got you.” He waved both of them through the velvet rope.

Spencer spun around and looked at the oblivious line, the other bouncer, and the random people passing by on the sidewalk. How the fuck does nobody ever see her?! They stare at her all day long. Then, when she does this stuff… The son shook his baffled head and followed his mom inside. Either she had a superpower or she was brilliantly careful.

—-

“Is THIS what clubs are like now?”

“Are we not going to talk about that?” Spencer ignored her question. “What was that?” He spoke louder and deeper over the rattling, electronic music.

“What was what?”

“You know what! How do you know how to do that? How did you even think of that?”

His mom flashed her eyebrows and elbowed him. “I told you you’d have fun.” She ventured into the dark, packed nightclub, and Spencer hurried to follow her rear veil like a puppy afraid of getting lost.

The nightclub was large and square, with a ceiling three stories above them. Blue spotlights waved down the walls and across the jumping dance floor. A video board on the back wall showed the hidden DJ working his mixer and hyping the partygoers, all of whom were certainly fresh from the convention.

In a reversal of roles, Spencer was suddenly stopped by an attractive college-aged girl dressed as a pixie… Or something to that effect. “Do you wanna go get a drink?” She bashfully smiled. “Sorry,” Spencer winced, “I’m here with her.”

The fairy-winged girl turned to Breanna, who maybe could have passed as being thirty, and her tongue was tied. “Oh… Well, uh… Good for you.” She bit a smile and disappeared into the crowd.

“She was cute!” Breanna swooned and frowned. “You could’ve talked to her. Maybe she lives near us.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“You know, I bet you’d be quite popular at school parties, too, if you walked around with your shirt off.”

Spencer opened his mouth then closed it. That was such a “mom thing” to say, but at the same time, not at all. “I get attention with my clothes on,” he defended. “I bet you’d be popular with your shirt off, too.”

“Hahaha!” His mom clapped and brushed her hair back. “Well, I’m shirtless now and I haven’t been picked up yet.”

“True…” He surveyed the room of lively silhouettes. Everyone seemed to be huddled in groups. “We need to find a group of guys for you to dance in front of.”

“Uh, no.” Breanna wagged her finger. “I never chase men. They’ll come to me.” She pulled Spencer’s shoulder and spoke loudly into his ear, “But before any of that happens, we need to make sure there’s a room ready. Can you go find out if it is?”

Dutifully, the son nodded and shuffled his way to the front door. The bouncer immediately knew why he was there and said, “My boy told me he unlocked the office where we keep all the computers and routers and shit. It’s the door past the bathrooms. It’s on the side, not the one at the end of the hallway. Got it?”

Rather than stressing to the bouncer how horrible of an idea it is to leave the server room unlocked, he bit his tongue and did his screaming on the inside. “Yeah, thank you.”

“And bro… Your girl there… She’s fuckin’ wild.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool!” Spencer beamed. He found it funny how the guy imitated her big tits with his cupped hands.

As he returned to the bar area, Spencer spotted his mom. And a man chatting with her. His pulse quickened, and he didn’t know whether to approach her or not. But the instant she recognized his face, his mom shouted, “Oh, there you are, babe!”

Huh? His mom strode up and hugged him, kissing his cheek. Her lips burned his face, and her bare arms touching his flesh was heavenly. Time stood still. “Major creep!” she whispered into his ear. Spencer snapped out of it and saw the man’s dodgy, sunken eyes.

“It was nice talking to you, but we have to leave now.”

The mother and son whisked away hand-in-hand and didn’t stop until they had broken through the crowd to a quieter area along the other sidewall. Breanna thanked Spencer for playing along and asked him what news he heard from the bouncer.

“He followed through! The server room is unlocked. It’s the door on the side, past the bathrooms.”

“Oh, great! Wow! Did you ask him if there’s a place in there for you to hide?”

“No…” Spencer paused. “I guess I didn’t want to ask him that. He said it’s an office, though. So, maybe there’s a desk?”

“Hopefully,” Breanna grimaced and teetered her chin. “Well, if there’s not, you’re giving me a challenge. If I do my job well enough, he’d be so focused on me that you could stand right there and jerk off without him even noticing.”

Spencer’s mind raced. Was her joke a real invitation to jerk off in front of her? “Mom, when we’re- Ah, ah!” His eyes flashed open and his butt clenched. A shiver shot from his loins through his shoulders and curled toes.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of talking about it. I wanna be a fucking slut tonight. And I want you to watch me.”

Her voice flowed into his ear as her moist lips touched his lobes. Her armored bra held firmly against his chest. And her bare hip rested against his invigorated cock, which involuntarily flexed.

“Hehe! They always like to do that, don’t they?” She let go and let the music take control of her body.

Spencer was left with a reddened, blank stare. He felt almost helpless against his mom’s psychological games. She had always been the most predictable person in his life. But now… Who was she? Why was she this way? How was she this way?

While Breanna’s dancing and swaying was pedestrian, she was already drawing interest from two different groups of chatting men. But despite their brazen staring, nobody made a move.

“They’re too nervous,” Spencer chuckled, now swaying himself.

His mom shook her head. “Men don’t walk up to women unless they think she’s available.”

When the hint registered, Spencer scooted away and camouflaged himself with the larger crowd. His mom continued to dance, not even glancing in his direction. Like magic, three men happened to wander closer to her. They appeared to be buddies in their late thirties and one was wearing a common convention shirt.

Hilariously, none of them danced with the bikini-clad Leia. They merely danced around her, watching her bare legs step and bend around her hanging veils and admiring the way her sideboob moved as she rolled her lean shoulders. Whenever she caught eyes with one of the men, she smiled cordially.

Her increasingly sexy dancing was like a siren song, as another party of younger men formed a semi-circle around her. The incensed first group circled her as well, and Spencer couldn’t believe how quickly seven men had put themselves forward as options. In a way, he felt guilty and sad. Was this always what it was like to be an attractive woman? How often did he surround and ogle a woman at parties simply because she was enjoying the music?

There was no need for guilt here, though. His mom craved and fed off of the lustful attention, using it to inspire wider and more flagrant gyrations of her maroon-veiled butt. Her abdomen tightened and she carved her hips like a chopping knife. Spencer figured it was safe to join the circle as if he were another random and interested guy.

This was a new experience for Breanna. She was used to one or two men approaching her directly and vying for her attention. She wasn’t used to being trapped in the circle, with horny men gawking at her everywhere she turned her head. It was more like an erotic performance than a mating ritual. Though, it had been the entire day she had been living in a different universe. She was in costume and being treated differently than she ever had before, she was interacting with people in a way she never had before, she felt a different way being around her son than she ever had before, and every part of her day felt more bizarre than the last. It was a new culture and she felt like was somebody else on a different planet. She could be whoever she wanted to be for the day.

Breanna grooved and bent her knees until her sweeping butt almost touched the floor. She then worked her way back up, laughing boisterously. The men were unblinking but none made a move. Perhaps, with her stunning appearance and self-aware sensuality, the men found it more likely she was dancing solely for her own entertainment. Who wants to be denied by a pretty woman in front of other guys?

As a remix of a popular Avicii song thumped through the tower speakers, Spencer saw his mom’s finger curl into the side of her leg. And then it did it again. His mom was jovially looking elsewhere, and she hadn’t recognized his presence in the circle yet, but Spencer felt like she was summoning him.

The young son was too aroused to trust his instincts. He continued to hum and tap his feet to the rave music. As his mom spun on her heels and pumped her arms into the air, she faced him with a moment and briefly urged him with her bulging eyes. Just like that, her attention was back on other men, but her white-tipped index finger curled whenever her right hand cheered.

Dude, she’s calling you in. No, maybe not. What if she wants your attention for something? Like she needs a drink? Spencer’s heart was fluttering out of his chest as he cautiously broke the circle. Every man immediately glared at him and exuded the same mix of jealousy, frustration, intrigue, and, above all, a cynical hope to see the shirtless college kid get hilariously rejected.

When his mom saw him standing halfway into the circle, she pretended not to notice. Her index finger scratched the side of her thigh again, so Spencer held his breath and took the final large step into her vicinity.

The blonde MILF lurched back and acted surprised by the athletic, teenager’s audacity. She looked to the circle of men with a gaping and amused face. The teenager was holding his ground, so she finally laughed and shrugged with her palms.

“Ahhh-ah.” Spencer breathlessly moaned. His mom’s firm ass smothered and grinded into his hard cock. He could have died with every sweeping pass. This was more than the cathartic experience Spencer had been offered. This was divine. He could see the layer of sweat on the back of her neck glisten in the blue strobe light, smell the sweet shampoo in her honey blonde hair, and feel the solid warmth of her round butt pushing into his cock. He gasped each time he felt the bump of her crack catch his erection.

Examining the circle, the dumbfounded arousal was on each man’s open face. They couldn’t seem to believe the outcome. They were envious of his bewildered smile.

His arms still dangled awkwardly, so Spencer placed his hands gently on the sides of his mom’s hips over her bronze belt. A chill shot through his core when her hands touched his, but it was only to slide his hands around her body and onto her abdomen. He curled his fingers into her taut, tan skin and was rewarded with stronger grinding.

“Fuck…” Spencer involuntarily muttered. His mom whipped her head around and flashed him a wicked grin.

The dancer had made her choice. Still, the men remained bystanders, in part because she continued to share her suggestive smile while she erotically moved. It was hard to break away from her skimpy costume and alluding blue eyes.

Spencer was amazed again, as he felt his mom push his hands higher on her torso until they were just under her breasts. As impossible as it seemed, she had left his palms too tantalizingly close to mean anything else. Perspiration dripped down his brown sideburns, and he followed the only successful template he knew. Like the Panther from the cocktail party, Spencer tested the waters with a tap of his thumbs. He felt the plastic and fabric mold of her armored cups.

His mom stopped bending her knees, but it was only so she could bend over more and smear her ass into his cock and balls with excruciating friction and pleasure. He couldn’t resist anymore. He grasped and squeezed her large breasts in his hands. Even over the rigid plastic, his fingers found the soft, olive bikini top and the soft, heavenly flesh underneath. Unlike some of the watching men, Spencer couldn’t see her alarmed expression.

Quickly, the sultry Leia threw the eager hands from her boobs and stepped away from the shirtless Kylo Ren. After a moment to collect herself, she teasingly scolded him with a wag of her finger. “Nice try.” She giggled and shook her head before pushing his chest and sending him back to the perimeter of the circle.

To the relief of the seven others, the hot blonde remained in the middle and continued to dance, now even more seductively than before. While the college kid had flown too close to the sun, his boldness only seemed to encourage the dancer.

Spencer was confused and jittery. That was until his mom curved her lips and arched her eyebrows at him. He understood. It was part of the game. With damp and steaming boxers inside his black, pleather pants, the excited son waited for what his mom would do next.

—-

Predictably, Spencer became the topic of conversation among the two groups of men. The buddies mouthed questions and shuffled next to each other, glancing at him while they spoke.

“Hey, man. Are you, like… together with her?”

The stench of the alcoholic breath made Spencer’s nose twitch. He looked at the wiry, long-haired man, who seemed to have lost his judgment of personal space. He saw the spill stains on his blue Doctor Who tee. “What do you mean by that?”

“Like… Are you guys, like, a couple? Or are you just tryna pick her up?”

“Um…” He couldn’t send this guy his mom’s way. At the same time, he wanted his friends to know she was available.

“I don’t wanna be a dick and, like, step on your turf, man.”

“Thanks, we’re just friends, though. She’s definitely available. She’s just… Fair warning, she’s super picky. She likes guys to be on-point and at their best. I’ve known her forever and she just pushed me away. So…”

The inebriated man didn’t quite understand the subtext. He stroked his stubble and entered the middle of the circle, where the beautiful Leia welcomed him with a flirty “Hello.”

The man danced energetically but never touched her. They faced each other for a song, but the space princess never turned around and planted her butt against him as she did for the young Star Wars character.

Is she not interested? Or does wanna see if he’s brave enough to touch her? She made the Black Panther touch her, and he was more attractive than this dude. What’s she going to do when he touches her?

All of those questions were rendered moot because the Doctor Who fan surrendered and moped back to his friends in defeat. His two buddies chided him and the other four men across the circle couldn’t resist snickering.

“Your dick was alllmost big enough. Your balls… not even close.”

“OHHH!” Hoots and hollers rang out through the circle. The men were floored by the sexy dancer breaking her silence to issue the burning one-liner. Spencer grinned widely at his mom’s sportive humor, which was difficult to resonate with her normal “mom jokes” he had come to love, like her puns and funny observations about the world.

As if they shared a brain, all of the other men, including Spencer, gandered at the wiry man’s cargo shorts. The woman had given them a hint.

“How big are you looking for?” a random voice called out, making the others chuckle.

Breanna turned in the direction of the question. “If ya have to ask… it’s not big enough.” She earned another round of laughter, as she returned her focus to controlling her intoxicating movements like a venomous viper under the blue lights.

It was quiet on all fronts until a man from the other group stepped forward. Spencer judged him to be twenty-eight and a bit over six feet. His ruffled, sun-bleached hair and active frame created a surfer vibe. Spencer recognized his red shirt and yellow lightning symbol for The Flash.

The tan man approached the dancer. When she slowed down and tilted her ear up to hear him, he placed his hand on her forearm. “Would you wanna dance with me?”

Spencer read the man’s lips then saw his mom’s fingertips find the side of his body. She was interested, and the son’s heart pounded. He couldn’t hear his mom’s reply, but he could see the defiance in her swaggering head.

The man shrugged and voiced over the booming speakers, “Because I’m a good dancer. And I’m pretty sure I’m big enough for you.”

For a while, they went back and forth. Breanna challenged and the attractive suitor responded. Eventually, she stepped away and folded her arms under her boobs. She stared at the glittering epoxy floor, deep in thought. With a reluctant sigh, she shuffled her toes around and began dancing sultrily to the music again. “Fine,” she shouted behind her.

The smiling man stepped forward, and then Spencer saw his mom’s pelvis buckle forward. Her teeth sunk into her wicked bottom lip. Immediately, she worked her way down his legs before grinding her ass back up into his cock. The man threw his head to the ceiling and gasped. Spencer knew that gasp. He knew exactly what the man was feeling.

It wasn’t long before her blonde hair was brushing against the side of his square chin and her shoulders were rolling against his chest to the rhythm of the buzzing bass. When his interlocking hands found her bronze belt plate, Breanna pushed them up onto her flat tummy.

“Oh. My. GOD!!!” he mouthed, in the direction of his onlooking friends.

Spencer wiped his moist forehead and tried to mat his hair down, but it was pointless. The club was too humid, even with its high ceiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his mom. She was mere feet from him, standing toward his direction with her maroon loincloth hanging between her bent legs, her big tits pressed in ever so slightly and bulging roundly out the sides of her armored cups, and her belly button hidden by the redder, masculine hands.

He then watched her graceful neck elongate and her pointed chin tilt back. Spencer could only hear muffled blurbs of her commanding voice, but the more her lips moved, the more zealously the man bucked his hips. Her slender waist bounced and rebounded after every aggressive pass. She then arched her back, further stretching her torso and subjecting it to more turbulence.

If only Spencer could hear the salacious words leaving her glossed lips.

This wasn’t the sneaky, rushed seduction his mom had engaged in at Mr. Commons’ house. This felt different. Despite her moves not being as lewd, the erotic display invited attention and stimulated the imagination.

Suddenly, Spencer saw his mom stop. She briefly stared right into his eyes and offered the subtlest of winks. After twirling around and into her dance partner, Spencer watched her speak into the man’s ear. His eyes bugged out of his head and he nodded profusely. They spoke into each other’s ears for a minute before sharing a flirty kiss.

“Where are we going?” the man asked, as Breanna stepped away.

“Does it matter?” Grabbing his sweaty hand, Breanna dragged her surfer-dude partner out of the circle and announced, “Sorry, guys! Show’s over.”

Spencer saw her index finger curl on the back of her thigh as she walked away. He slid his hand out of his damp pants and followed.

*****11

“Yo! There’s a line!” “Hey! What the fuck?”

“They’re not cutting! They’re not cutting.” A bribed restroom attendant calmed the drunken crowd while Breanna and her new friend made their way to the server room. The oaken door was unlocked, and The Flash was baffled by how easily his mysterious dance partner had gotten him into an off-limits section of the club.

Granted, the backroom was far from romantic. The small, dark space was lit by the purple glow of a desktop screensaver. Dusty boxes were piled high against the walls, cables and wires littered a metal desk, and the thin carpeting was stained around a blinking server tower.

Knowing her son was close behind, Breanna decided on a hiding spot for him before guiding the stranger to the far corner. “Get against this wall and close your eyes. No peeking.”

“Okay!” he clapped.

In the doorway, Breanna sensed her lurking son. She gestured silently for him to enter, and quickly crept behind the server tower, leaning out from behind the glass case to make sure he could get a great side view of the action. Breanna smiled, as it was the same hiding place imagined.

“When can I open my eyes?” chirped an anxious voice. The surfer-dude Flash was ready to start.

“In a minute…” Breanna answered. “Good things happen to those who wait.” Needing an excuse for making the horny man wait, she cheekily hooked her thumbs under the bronze chain of her belt and sent her veils fluttering to the floor, remaining only in her olive G-string.

Instinctively, Breanna glanced to the opposite corner, leading to an odd but loving mother-son moment. Spencer’s excited smile and blushing cheeks made her face do the same. Cast in purple, he gave her a thumbs-up, which excited her more.

“Take it out,” she mouthed.

“What?” Spencer mimed back.

“Take. It. Out.”

Her son’s pupils burst open, and Breanna had to bite her lips to avoid erupting in laughter. She watched as he fought with his tight pants, eventually wriggling them to his ankles. Then as he reached for his boxers, he looked back at her, making sure she wasn’t going to stop him. With a flick of her shoulder, Breanna shrugged.

In one swift motion, seven to eight inches of taut flesh snapped to attention. A large, mushroom head sat atop a thick, solid shaft, and two balls hung in the trimmed nutsack below. Naturally, her son was locked onto her face, desperately waiting for a reaction, hoping she would provide him what all men needed for their penises. Approval. Breanna had to admit, she had produced and raised a healthy boy. “Very handsome,” she smiled.

Spencer twitched and shyly rubbed his arm. Hundreds of times Breanna had likely given him that same compliment, but she knew this time was different for him. As he squeezed his cock in his fist and began to jerk it, Breanna grimaced and humorously calmed him with her hands. “Quiet! Not hard. Don’t cum in here!”

Stepping back before the surfer, Breanna shared a sly eyebrow and announced to the room, “Alright… Open your eyes…”

“Woah!” The surfer was windblown, gawking at the gorgeous, blonde MILF in her string bikini and heels. “Holy shit, you got a killer body!”

“Thank you. How about you take your shirt off so I can see yours?”

Living up to the emblem on his red shirt, he was topless in the blink of an eye. The man was in his early thirties, decently fit, and smelled pleasant. He was well within the limits of what Breanna considered to be attractive, so she got to work, pushing her plated chest into his ribs and kissing him, building chemistry while her deft fingers opened the fly of his shorts.

“How often do you do this?” he breathed.

Breanna giggled as she sent his shorts to the carpet. “I’d say… Rarely enough where it’s a special treat, but often enough where I’m way too good at it.”

“Damn! Hah!” He wiped his hair. “You’re awesome. I can’t believe you’re not taken.”

“Not taken, huh?” Breanna sent his boxer briefs to his ankles. “I guess I was smart not wearing my ring.” With a flirty kiss, she began a graceful and seamless descent to her knees.

“You’re seriously married?”

“Wow… It looks bigger now that it’s in front of my face,” Breanna winked, chuckling with her lively eyes. “Nine inches?”

“Uh, yeah… nine-and-a-half,” the surfer coolly stated. “Can’t forget that extra half, hah!”

“No, you can’t. Sorry about the half,” Breanna frowned. “I can never guess right until it’s actually in my mouth.” Her manicured hand found his bare cock, leisurely stroking his erection.

“Ahhh! That feels good.” He grunted lowly and breathed, getting used to the touch. “So… How do I stack up against your husband?”

Breanna rolled her eyes and shrugged.

The surfer grinned. “Does he even know you went to Comic-Con?”

“Why? Are you gonna tell him?”

“Ahhh! Ahh!”

The erect cock disappeared inside Breanna’s soft, open lips. Each steady bob generated a gruff moan. She caught Spencer’s stare with the corner of her eye, and her pink lips popped loudly off the wet cock. Sensually, she licked the surfer testicles to tip, driving him crazy with flicks on her tongue on the sensitive nerves under his beige head.

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Yesss…” he gasped. “I really wanna touch your tits.”

Across the room, peeking from behind the server tower, Spencer watched as his mom sat upright, allowing the surfer to squeeze her boobs over her costume. From just the brief moment of heaven his mom granted him on the dance floor, Spencer could still feel their weight and softness in his hands.

But just as his mom got back into the steady blowjob, she pulled away and brushed the surfer’s hands from her chest. “Close your eyes again. If you peek, I leave.”

As the oblivious stranger shut his eyes and gleefully rubbed his hands, Spencer watched his mom rise and turn to face him. Her impending surprise was obvious, but his racing heart was teetering on the edge. She sneakily grinned as she untied the strings behind her back.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the bronze and olive wings fell from her chest, and her beautiful, mature tits hung in place. A gentle shimmy in his mom’s shoulders made them sway as if she were testing to see if they still worked. Somehow, they were larger outside her top.

Stroking his cock faster, Spencer lowered the hand that was covering his mouth and shielding his loud panting. “They’re perfect,” he mimed. His mom was embarrassed but proud, touching her thumbs to her round areolas and pointed nipples in the purple glow.

Jesus…

Again, his mom was struck with embarrassment and held her head. “I can’t believe I let you hold them!” she mimed. Spencer could only laugh in stunned silence, and his mom joined him.

“Are you ready?” her singing voice broke the silence.

“Yeah!” The surfer cheered, kicking the cinder wall behind him.

With a cocky wink goodbye, his mom turned away. Spencer followed the sway of her curved ass on her short walk back to the stranger. He covered his panting mouth.

The carpet was rough and hard on Breanna’s knees, but she focused on the attractive man looming over her. She took his wrists and guided his hands onto her tits. His groin flinched.

“Hoo! They’re so warm.”

“Of course… I’m horny, hehe!” She could already feel him spreading his fingers around her tan boobs. “You can open your eyes now.”

“Damn…” he shook his head dryly. “Your tits are the fucking bomb.”

“Bwa-hahaha!” Shaking on her knees, Breanna wanted to fall over. She grinned brightly and boastfully wiggled her hips. “I can honestly say, I’ve never heard that one before.”

“I’m just speakin’ the truth,” he basked, grabbing them again.

Sitting tall and sweeping her loose, blonde strands behind her, Breanna corrected the surfer, “You’re speaking like a man who wants me to make him cum.”

Spencer lurched forward in awe. His mom smoothly let all nine-and-a-half inches slide into her throat, elongating her slender neck until her chin found his tight testicles. Holy shit…

The server room was soon filled with infatuated moans and wet sucking. His mom’s cheekbones protruded above her sealed lips, her head and neck thrust in unison, and her reflective blue eyes were locked onto the surfer’s strained and twisted face. Whenever she, and the surfer, needed a breath, she tilted her braided head to the side and lathered his package with her flattened tongue.

His mom had ordered him to be quiet and not to cum, but Spencer could feel and hear his balls slapping against his sweaty thighs, and he was powerless to stop it. Fortunately, any sound he made was drowned out by his mom and the surfer.

Breanna’s heart throbbed like a jackhammer, her toes clenched and kneaded into the bottoms of her feet, and she felt warm nectar leak from her soaking pussy and spread between her sticky thighs. It was a rush to be in control of a man, to rub her nose into his abdomen, to feel his hormonal sweat fill her nostrils, to taste his salty skin on her tongue, to hear him desperately moan and euphorically squirm.

There was more electricity inside her than usual. The echoes of the pulsing club music vibrated across the floor and trickled up her knees. Her head bobbed and her tongue swirled to the energy and rhythm of the drumming beat. Before long, she watched the surfer’s eyes roll into his skull. The big, strong man couldn’t even last a few minutes before needing to cum, and a thrilled Breanna held her arrogant stare as she repositioned his wilting hands on her chest, reminding him of his role to touch her.

The oral was fucking hot, but Breanna wasn’t ready for it to end. She pulled her lips away and dipped her shoulder. As she licked the side of the beige shaft, she stared across the room, meeting her peeping son’s eyes.

He was entranced by the scene she created, and she noticed his fervently pumping fist and swinging testicles. Watching each other play their respective cock was surreal and grew more intense each time their dilated eyes met.

The mother knew her son was enjoying himself. Too much. His right arm was cranking like a runaway train. She stopped dead in her tracks.

“Close your eyes,” her voice commanded, as she sat back on her heels.

“UGH! No, no! Let’s keep going,” the surfer kicked. “I’m sooo close! Like, so close.”

“Poor baby,” Breanna shook her head. “Eyes closed now. Don’t move. If you do, I walk out.” Through his pain, the surfer seemed to find the humor, and he shut his eyes.

Behind the server tower, Spencer saw his mom rise on her golden heels. She was virtually nude, and Spencer trembled from the thought of the only thing she had left to show him. As his mom approached, he gravitated out from behind the glass case.

As he searched for a compliment to greet her, his eyes grew larger, and his throat went dry. “Hohhh!”

His gasp was audible, and a tingle spread through his upper body. He stared down at his mom’s nipples and warm breasts resting against his pecs. When her hand touched his shoulder, his knees went weak. She stood off to the side, but as she moved her mouth to his ear, he could his cock over her shoulder inches from her outer thigh. Somewhere in his electrified brain, he found the courage to place his palm on the small of her back.

“Spence…” she whispered, “Ya gotta cool it with the jerking off.”

He felt her moist breath on his earlobe. “I- I’m trying. You’re turning me on, and it’s like…”

“Hehe!” Her body jostled. “Just fold your hands behind your back.”

“I’ll just go slower. I swear, I won’t cum. I’ll- AHH-”

His mom’s quick hand silenced his gasp, and she calmly smiled at his bulging brown eyes with her motherly blue ones. As her fingernails grazed the soft skin of his erect cock, she muffled his moans with her firm grip, and soothed him.

“Shhh. You’re okay, honey.”

The slight giggle in her voice lingered in his ear. In an instant, he shot to his toes, only to be soothed by his mom again. She released her grip around his shaft, as if she had simply been curious to see how hard he truly was. Then the comfortable tracing returned, gently grazing his manhood from balls to tip.

“You see how this feels?”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer nodded.

“At this point, I don’t see the problem with me helping you this way. But you gotta make it to the end. You can’t touch it, or you won’t make it.”

With a dreamy nod, he felt his mom’s fingers leave his face and cock.

“I know you like having my boobs on you, but I should probably get back to that poor guy.”

Spencer snickered with his mom as she turned away. “I love you.” The nineteen-year-old covered his mouth. After a panicked look at the unmoved surfer, his mom pirouetted on her heels and stared back at him — into him.

“I love you too, Spence. That’s why I’m here,” she whispered, pushing her chest back into his. “And one more thing…”

Before he could answer, his hand was placed on his mom’s round, smooth butt cheek. He squeezed the dense tissue, realizing how large the cheek was in his hand. “Woah.” Faintly, he heard his mom exhale.

“For future reference… Next time a naked woman comes up to you, touches your cock, and then tells you she loves you… It’s a safe bet you can feel her up.”

The mother and son watched each other stifle their bewildered laughter. When it died down, they continued to stare, until Spencer shut his eyes and kissed his mom. She lurched back in shock, then planted her open lips on his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and rubbing her nose into his face.

As Breanna romantically swirled her tongue, Spencer tried to massage it with his and failed. He had no idea what he was doing, and the mother found it adorable and hot. She kissed him harder and longer, touching his angled jaw, feeling his shaved stubble grate against her chin, and tasting his masculine mouth. Her baby had become a man.

“Agh! Haha!” A loud plea killed the passionate embrace. “I really hope you have something great planned. This is torture, hah!”

The mother and son glanced at each other and found themselves trying not to crack up.

“I actually need to go back now.”

Spencer nodded in understanding. He suddenly felt like he had matured and was three years older. He felt like a man, and he enjoyed the slight stickiness of his mom’s gloss and saliva on his lips. “I can’t wait to see what you do.”

His mom cockily shrugged and turned away. As she tiptoed back across the room to the tall, nameless man, Spencer felt an emptiness inside him. He already missed her. But, now, he was even more eager to see her reprise her role as slutty Leia.

“Relax…” she spoke to the surfer. “Do you think I’m not gonna reward you?”

To that point, an onlooking Spencer was curious. How the hell is she gonna reward this dude? How can she justify such a long break? Oh, sorry, sir, I was making out with my hiding son?

In the other corner, Breanna was asking herself similar questions. Moving back and forth was starting to confuse her and make her lose her place. She had to remind herself when to speak loudly and when to be silent.

Looking at the disciplined man against the wall, and then down at his impressive cock, Breanna positioned herself and said, “When I tell you to open your eyes: Do not touch. Do not move. Do nothing. I am not fucking kidding in the slightest. Do you understand?”

“Yes, definitely. I swear.”

“Open your eyes.” Breanna rocked back and heard a wheezing grunt in her ear. Before he could even register a thought, Breanna ground her ass into his rock-hard cock. It was like they were back on the dance floor, only his burning flesh was erotically searing her bare ass.

The more they danced, the more his cock burrowed between her butt cheeks. It throbbed and pushed into her skin, begging for entry. Breanna knew if she stood on her heels just a bit taller, his cock would be grinding into her soaking mound.

The married mother stared vacantly at the dark carpet, cast in the purple glow. She had planned only for oral. Now, she was a gentle tug of a G-string away from raw, vaginal sex. Knowing she wouldn’t let him made her feel powerful.

“Ohh! This is so fuckin’ hot. I wanna fuck you so bad!”

“Mmm, yeah?” She danced sensually and bent over, offering Spencer a subtle wink. “I bet you do. And I bet I’d love it. But I’m done denying myself what I really want. And I wanna feel your fucking cock in my mouth.”

There were no objections as the gorgeous blonde whirled around and dropped to her knees. Breanna always considered the best ingredients for a blowjob to be passion, confidence, and personality. And she was the embodiment of all three.

She practically fucked his cock with her mouth, fully aware it was the spectacular grand finale of her son’s dreams as well as an unforgettable showcase of her talent and sex appeal. She sucked harder.

As flailing limbs smacked and grappled with the back of her head, Breanna slurped louder. “Ahh, fuck!” She huffed. “I feel like such a fucking slut.” Her lungs refilled, she feverishly sucked again.

“Ahh! I can’t wait to cum in your slutty mouth. It’s gonna be so fuckin’ hot!”

“Nah-uhh,” Breanna shook her head and pulled away. She matted down frizzing strands of her hair. “You’re gonna take that massive cock of yours, and you’re gonna unload all over my tits. I wanna watch you make them yours. I wanna feel you all over me.”

Behind the server tower, a tingle shot up through Spencer’s heinie and loins. As he listened to the overjoyed surfer announce how badly he wanted to cum on her tits and make them his, the son was at a loss for words.

Somehow, his mom had just walked a man back from almost certainly fucking her pussy to simply cumming on her tits… And he’s acting like he’s getting the honor of a lifetime!

But what truly boggled Spencer’s mind, to the point where it ached, was that he had fallen for the trick, too. He knew what his mom did. He knew it was a crafted lie. He knew this wasn’t the ending he had dreamed about. And yet… He was more turned-on and more absorbed than he had ever been in his life.

With his heart racing, cock painfully throbbing, breath short, and veins jittering, the young son teetered on the edge, waiting to see if and when his mom and the horny stranger would share the sexy, dirty ending they wanted more than anything else.

His chemically soaked brain was losing sight of what was real and what wasn’t. For the first time, Spencer questioned why it mattered. All three people in the room were hot and horny beyond their wildest imaginations. And everybody wanted to cum like crazy. Who the fuck cares about anything else?

For the last time, Spencer watched his mom go down on the surfer. Whether it was his thrashing sunny hair or the pitch of his moans, she seemed to magically know the exact moment to pull away.

Fiery, masculine grunts rang off the walls. They were interspersed with elated, feminine gasps. White goo fountained from the long cock onto his mom’s bare breasts. The naked man convulsed while his naked mom muttered sexy encouragement and pumped his shaft with an iron grip.

Their lustful stares, panting bodies, bare flesh, flying fluids, euphoric moans, and palpable arousal made for the hottest moment Spencer had ever witnessed. When the dust settled, his mom and the surfer fell apart, and the small room went still.

The purple air was dark, stale, and steamy. The only sounds were of heaving lungs and the faint thumping of music in the walls. The surfer was depleted and lost in his own world. Breanna was sitting back on her heels and admiring the voluminous mess. And Spencer was leaning into the server tower, resting his head against the corner of the glass case.

With a subtle twist and shrug, Breanna offered Spencer a view of the sexy load running down her boobs. But, with his head so fogged, Spencer could only nod in agreement.

“Goddamn, I can’t believe we just did that!”

Breanna looked up at the surfer, whose tan complexion appeared shades lighter. “I know, hehe! You held me to that whole ‘slut’ thing, didn’t you?”

The surfer laughed, with a gnarlier accent. “That was epic. You were epic. How the fuck are you so good at that? Goddamn… I think I made them mine.”

“Hehe! Ya think?” Breanna mused at the mess. “Well… you did cover above a third of my rack… which is saying something.”

As his fog lifted, Spencer observed the way his mom laughed and flirted with the stranger. Well… Is he really still a stranger now? Friend? No. New acquaintance? Anyway, Spencer shook his head in amazement at the world, the alternate reality, his mom had created for the surfer using simple words and effortless acting.

While his mom did not work for a sophisticated company, or work in high-stakes technology, or make it to junior year in an Ivy League school before dropping out to marry, Spencer had no doubt she was the most intelligent member of the family. And most talented.

—-

When all of the discarded clothes had been reassembled, Breanna humorously handed the surfer his boxers, which he had allowed her to use as a cleaning rag. “You were right. This was smarter than using your shirt.” They chuckled.

“I’m Mark, by the way.”

“Breanna, hehe! Well, Mark, I think it’s time you get back to your friends.”

“When they saw me peace out with you I don’t think they expected me back, hah! Do you wanna go get food or something?”

Breanna raised her eyebrow. “I’m married. I don’t go on dates.”

“I know, but I gotta see you again. We had too much fun.”

“Are you even from around here?”

“Yeah, I am from here. Right here. Well, like, I’m in P.B. But, yeah, San Diego.”

Mulling her lips, Breanna glanced toward the server tower and tried to read her son’s red face. With a roll of her eyes and a reluctant smile, she handed Mark her phone. “Gimme your number. I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah, definitely! Thanks for all that, by the way. Nobody’s gonna believe it.”

“Wait!” Breanna grabbed Mark’s arms before he could turn. Spencer was well-hidden, but the close call made her nervous. “Close your eyes.”

“Okay…” The surfer was as giddy as a schoolboy and just as innocent.

With a curl of a finger, Breanna invited Spencer out into the middle of the room. It was such a dumb risk, they couldn’t stop grinning. Spencer stealthily tip-toed across the carpet, only it was more of a waddle due to his boner. Breanna could only shake her head at her funny kid.

Their reunion was fast. The mom and son were of the same mind, wrapping their arms around the other and sharing a passionate embrace. Breanna hugged Spencer around his neck and shoulders. Spencer held his mom’s lower back and butt. Their chests and hips pressed together, proving Spencer some warm, soothing relief for his untouched and excruciating erection.

They kissed until their initial burst of energy faded. Then an enchanted Breanna pointed to a spot under the metal desk. The message was clear, and they reluctantly let go of each other. Spencer waddled to the desk and hid under it behind the chair.

Curiously, he then watched his mom stand in front of the desk. Her shins were close enough to touch, as he heard banging and sliding on the metal above his head. Then he was suddenly blinded by bright lights.

When Breanna was satisfied, she announced, “Open your eyes, Mark. Slowly.”

“Woah!” When the surfer finally adjusted to the lights, he was jarred again by seeing himself on a smartphone screen. “What are you doing?”

“Come here,” Breanna waved. “Take a picture with me.”

Mark approached the desk, where Breanna had propped up her iPhone against a stack of dusty manuals. They looked at themselves on the camera screen and shuffled back a little. Mark looked happy, and a bit surprised.

“Listen…” Breanna spoke firmly. “I don’t care if you show this to your buddies so they believe you. But I swear… If you ever post or share anywhere… If it ever leaves your phone… Any prayer you have of seeing me again is gone. And that would be a shame for both of us.”

The surfer promised, and Breanna was satisfied. “Hey, Siri… Siri, take a selfie video.”

“Wait, I thought–”

“Get behind me and rub your dick on my ass.”

“Okay. Is this like…”

“Why do you want the same picture with slutty Leia that a hundred other guys have? She sucked your cock. You came on her tits. Prove it.”

Breanna smirked into the recording lens, while beguiled, tan hands slid around her waist.

Under the desk, Spencer could only see his mom’s shiny, shapely legs and a wider, hairier pair behind them. He knew they were dancing, but the rocking of the desk against the wall sounded like his mom was bent over and being fucked by the depleted surfer. Then it stopped. Then after a moment of silence, he heard them both giggle.

“I think that’ll do it.”

“Yeah, definitely!”

There was a scrape on the desk, followed by an electronic swoosh and a vibration.

“Ah, this is awesome! Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. If you’re ever in L.A., text me. You never know.”

“Definitely!”

His mom told the surfer to find his friends, and he said thank you and goodbye. Then the door shut and locked.

“Well… Was that hot enough for you?”

Spencer crawled out from under the desk and into the light. “Yeah, but… You… You just gave that guy a video of you! You spent all day here trying to get me to delete mine so dad wouldn’t see, and now some random guy can blackmail you.” He shakily rose to his feet before his mom.

She shifted her eyes and wisely put her hands on her hips. “No. That guy will take that video to his grave. Just like I know you were never going to show your father the video you have of me.”

“What do you mean, I… I had it. Why do you think…”

“Spencer, I’m your mother. I know you better than you know yourself. Even if I had grounded you, you still wouldn’t have shown him. It’s not in your character.”

She was right, but it made no sense. “You said you were worried that… Why did you do all of this then?”

Breanna passed by Spencer on her way to the metal desk. “Because instead of asking me out on a fun, sexy date to see what was there between us, you tried blackmailing me into fucking you, and then when I said no, your idea was to spend eternity jerking off to me outside of windows. So, I had to plan the date.”

The room spun as Spencer staggered backward. It couldn’t possibly be true, but no shred of evidence he had could disprove it. His only argument was that his mom couldn’t have possibly manipulated him for days, but she had just demonstrated how easily she could. “You planned all of this? What about all of the stuff you did with me? Like us kissing and, you know…”

“Come here.” Breanna curled her finger, and then took Spencer’s hand when he got close. “Do you remember how you felt when you found me at that party… When you saw me do that hot, slutty thing… Remember how you felt when you suddenly realized I was more than your mom… I was a possible sexual partner?”

Spencer was a ball of flowing heat. He remembered exactly how he felt. His chin nodded, and then his chest burned. He stared at his mom’s tender, authoritative hand and then met her blue eyes.

“Spencer, that’s how I felt when you made me realize you could be more than my son.” Breanna breathed. “I didn’t know what would happen on this date… but I think you can tell by what I’m wearing that I hoped it would work out. This date has been even hotter than I dreamed of.”

The son turned to stone. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Breanna tugged on his arms, pulling Spencer between her open legs. She gasped slightly as his bare cock pressed against her steaming mound. Her lips found his ear. “I hope you dreamed of this date ending with us having the hottest sex of our lives because I fucking was.”

Spencer couldn’t think. He panted heavily, feeling the warmth of his mom’s pussy through her thong and veil. His cock twitched.

“Ohh, fuck…” Breanna moaned. She launched her arms around her son’s neck, pulled his face into hers, and kissed him with an intensity she never knew she had. Their tongues, noses, and hands found each other. They explored and squeezed each other’s backs, butts, and shoulders.

The hard, thick cylinder pushed and flexed into her mound, and Breanna locked her legs around Spencer’s hips, claiming him as hers in the empty server room. She plunged her whole tongue into his mouth, tasting her son. Spencer could taste the salt and sweat on her breath, but it was only a reminder of the erotic scene she had created for them to share.

The carnal make-out session burned for minutes before they pushed off each other to heave for cool air.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you, honey,” she promised. Her legs remained clenched shut. “I want you so fucking bad, Spencer.”

They made out again, and the son quickly resorted to flexing his cock, again and again. The tapping at the gates drove Breanna wild, and she frantically unclasped her belt and yanked her maroon veils out from under her. The moment his cock pressed into her soaking G-string and soft pussy lips, the mother and son groaned together in pleasure.

Blindly using her hands, Breanna tangled with Spencer’s tight pants. He took the hint and unbuckled his utility belt and kicked off his shoes. He wasn’t able to send his pants to the floor until his mom loosed the clamp of her toned calves.

“Fuck, you’re naked,” Breanna blinked.

“Yeah, haha!” Spencer beamed.

On the same page, the mother and son worked together to get Breanna out of her thong and plated bra. Feeling her son’s hands tear at her outfit to strip her naked made her head and pussy swim.

The second her beautiful breasts were freed, Spencer’s head dove into her chest, only to be blocked by a fraught mother. “NO!” She chuckled and kissed his lips. “I swear to fucking god, I will let you suck my tits as much as you want — but not til I clean them off! Hehe!”

Remembering what had just happened to them, Spencer blushed and settled for feeling the large, firm breasts in his hands, and kneading the glorious tissue. He watched his mom roll her neck and tensely gasp when his thumbs found her pointed nipples.

Needing to get his mouth on something, Spencer stared at his mom’s perfect, glistening pussy. He dropped to a knee and stuck his nose and tongue into the pink pedals between the plump, shaved lips.

Breanna wailed and flailed her arms in shock. She rocked back and slammed her palm on her son’s brown head, tugging his hair in ecstasy. Rarely was she caught off guard in the bedroom or any location, but she never expected her son to throw his face into her vagina on his own.

He had no talent, no technique, and no plan, but simply feeling the desire of his infatuated lips on her labia and the power of his scratchy jaw on her thighs sent waves of electric pleasure through her loins and limbs.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Ohh, Spence. Ohh, Spence.”

Every high-pitched moan and utterance of his name encouraged Spencer to swirl his tired tongue more liberally. He had no intention of stopping. The sweet, acidic nectar was intoxicating, the fumes filled his nose and brain, and he was going to taste for as long as her euphoric moans rang in his ears and her rough grip pushed against his head.

It was Breanna who had to end it, shoving Spencer’s face away and giving them each a chance to breathe. With her chest heaving and heart racing, Breanna leaned over and graciously kissed him with her supple lips. “I want you inside me. I want my boy.”

The young son jumped to his feet quickly before his mom could change her mind. He grabbed the base of his cock and angled it, but he couldn’t steady it with his shaking hands. Seeing it close to her open vagina was incredible but terrifying. He imagined it a hundred times, but now that it was happening, it didn’t feel real.

Suddenly, his mom’s steady hand covered his. “It’ll be hotter if we do it together.”

Spencer knew she was simply helping him in his struggle, but she was also right. Together, they looked into each other’s eyes and guided his erect cock into her wet pussy. They both quivered as the tip pushed into the soft flesh. Slowly, the following seven inches made their way into her tight canal.

Of all the cocks Breanna had fucked her life, this one stood alone. This man stood alone. It wasn’t the fact she was certain his muscular body and her shapely figure looked sexier together than any other two bodies in human history. There was a unique connection and love for her son she knew she could never experience with another man. For Spencer, this was the moment he would’ve traded anything in the world to feel.

“Ready?” Her son nodded, and Breanna dug her nails into his shoulder blades as she rocked back slightly. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his cock, and he responded by pulling out and thrusting in. Hard. “Ahhh!”

Breanna said nothing other than, “Oh, god, fuck me…” The drawers of the metal desk rattled and clanged, as their wet genitals loudly slapped and flexed together. Spencer threw his whole body into each thrust like it was his last. It wasn’t making love or technically sound, but at this point, Breanna just desperately needed to be fucked, and she would never complain about a relentless, slutty pounding.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Uhhh, yeah!”

Spencer replied in grunts, and shoved his hands under his mom’s ass and held her by the cheeks. He winced when his mom lunged with her upper body and sank her teeth into his neck.

It started as a release of pent-up emotion, but then Breanna decided she wanted to leave her mark. She wanted everyone to see the proof of what she had done. She wanted Spencer to remember whose son he was.

The mother and son fucked deeply. At times, Spencer found the strength to lift Breanna off the desk and hold her in the air for more leverage. All of the power came from Spencer’s muscles, but all of the sensual friction came from Breanna’s experienced pussy.

Watching his mom bounce up and down on his dick was mind-blowing, but knowing she wanted it just as badly as he did made it special beyond words. Sometimes he could see she was just holding on with her eyes closed and savoring the sex. He didn’t know what to do other than to keep going.

Victims of human nature, the mother and son fucked to the beat of the music pulsing through the walls. With each electronic thump, Breanna’s butt smacked down on the desk and Spencer’s cock thrust deep inside her gushing pussy. Their bodies clapped together while the desk shook.

The room echoed with their high gasps and low growls. They didn’t care if anyone outside could hear.

“This feels so good. You’re so hot!”

“Oh, yeah?!” Breanna proudly beamed. “I love you talking dirty to me.”

“Umff! You really know how to ride a dick,” he tried. But his mom was much better.

“Yeah? You like your mommy being a sexy slut, riding your cock like this?”

“Oh my god…”

“Ohhh, fuck! You feel so good inside me.”

“Ahh!”

“Mmm, fuck! Pull my fucking hair and tell me how bad you wanna cum in me!”

Spencer could tell her dirty talk was just as much for her as it was for him, and her high moans and sharp gasps were taking over his mind. He summoned all of his strength so he could hold his mom by one arm while using the other to tug on her blonde braid. “I wanna cum in you so fucking bad, mom! I love you. I wanna fucking cum in you every day.”

Breanna sultrily whispered in his ear, “You will. No matter what, Spencer, I swear to fucking god you will.”

The mother knew how to adjust herself on a cock to deliver the most pleasure to herself, and she did just that. She wanted to orgasm while riding her son — both because the sex was the greatest high and most intimate experience she had ever had and because she loved her son more than anything and wanted him to remember forever how happy he had made her.

With a twist and clench of her vaginal muscles, her son’s veiny shaft created endless friction on her inner walls. To avoid sending him over the edge with her, Breanna didn’t announce she was about to squirt on his cock. When Spencer bucked again, she released. A flood of pent-up emotion and cum surged and gushed from deep within her pussy. Breanna’s brain flashed like a strobe, as she wailed loudly and muttered indecipherable words into his ear.

Shocked and panicked, Spencer stopped thrusting. His mom trembled and tensed in his arms, and dug her nails painfully into his shoulder blades. She was stronger yet more vulnerable than he had ever seen her, and he was humbled for her to be in his arms. “Keep going,” he heard her cry, so he instantly returned to pounding her as powerfully as he could.

The initial wave of the climax passed, and Breanna gasped for oxygen. Her blue eyes were distant and watery as she savored the pleasure and wiggled her clenching, pedicured toes.

When the tremors subsided and conscious thoughts returned, Breanna smiled. And then she laughed. She laughed surreally in recognition of what she had just done. After a sweet kiss on the cheek, she told her son he could rest.

The smacking sounds had stopped, and the mom and son gazed at each other. It was a new gaze for a new relationship. As their chests heaved together and they held each other, they each were overcome with a strange and profound feeling that for the first time, they were truly mother and son.

“Fuck, that was good,” Breanna finally uttered, falling back into her daze. She pecked his lips. “You made me cum, hehe!”

“Yeah, I know! But, uh… I still need to cum. I’m gonna do it right in your pussy,” Spencer grinned, kissing her lips as she kissed him back.

“I’m well aware you need to cum… But I’m the woman and your mom… So I get to decide where it’s best for you to cum.” She planted a hot kiss on his lips, and then one on his neck, and then one on his chest.

Spencer was paralyzed as his mom crippled him with sensual kisses down his body and unblinking eye contact. She pushed him back from the desk, and any illusions he had about how much control he had during the pounding disappeared. When her lips met his cock, he whined at the ceiling. His entire length disappeared into the wet warmth, and his testicles nuzzled into her warm chin.

After reminding him what she could do for him, Breanna began sucking the top of his thick shaft. She wagged her tongue under his head to taste their combined scent.

Within seconds, Spencer was fighting off convulsion. He could feel his mom hit every pleasure point as if she had done so countless times before.

The son opened his squinting eyes for just long enough to meet his mom’s confident, certain stare. He had her permission. “AAAGH!” His body seized as he locked onto his steady, beautiful mom.

When it was time to seal her lips, Breanna playfully beamed up at her son and offered her flattened, pink tongue instead. The look on his face when he fired his first load was one she would never forget. Rope after rope of molten, salty goo landed on her tongue and deep in her mouth. Her firm grasp held his jerking cock steady, and she supportively pumped it.

The strain around Spencer’s eyes loosened, and he was able to watch the rest of his cum ooze onto his mom’s tongue in peace. “Wow, wow, wow….”

The moment he was drained completely, her hand left his deflating cock and she sat back on her heels. Before he could say anything, she pinched the puddle on her tongue and pulled it into the air, letting it drip back down onto her tongue. “That’s- That’s- I love when you did that at Mr. Commons’ house, but with…” Spencer was excited but could hardly speak. Fortunately, his mom was well ahead of him.

She sexily swallowed his load and sighed, “You seriously think I’d forget how much you liked when I had fun with cum?”

“Well, I…”

“I’m so disappointed…” Breanna rose to her feet and kissed her son. They giggled together while they made out again. “And guess what? We just fucked!”

Spencer and Breanna smiled dazedly and held each other’s sides, both thrilled, both in love, both overwhelmed, and both knowing they didn’t feel the full gravity of what they had done yet.

—-

Redressing was a quiet affair. The server room was dark and cast in purple again. As the shock slowly wore off, the mom and son were beginning to internalize what had happened, along with the permanent consequences.

Spencer squeezed back into his underwear and tight pants. Breanna was back in her costume except for her thong. It was soaked beyond salvation, and she knew she would have to drive home with it stashed in her bag.

Despite being fully dressed — well, as clothed as they were when they had entered — they lingered in the small backroom. They both seemed to realize that as soon as they left, what they had done would become real.

Spencer was picking at his fingers when his mom suddenly took his hand and smiled. “Let’s go home.”

They re-emerged into the cavernous pit of noise, people, and screams, and they pushed their way to the front door. As promised, Breanna tipped the seated bouncer an extra hundred dollars. Her hand slid in and out of his pocket so quickly, by the time it registered to him that someone had touched his dick, Breanna and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk, holding hands and snickering. The sky was black, and neither knew the time or cared.

“Are you ever going to text that guy again?” Spencer asked.

“Who, Mark? If you have the balls to ask me on a date here next year.”

Spencer straightened his spine, tightened his wrist, and took control of their pace back to the car. Breanna looked fondly at her growing man.

*****12

Their bodies were exhausted, and the thought of a three-hour car ride home through the dark made their eyelids feel heavier and their shoulders hunch forward. Still, the mother and son set off anyway.

It didn’t take long for Spencer’s staring to reinvigorate them. After stopping at traffic lights to kiss, then to make out, and then to feel each other’s bodies, they came to a stop in a dirt turn-out on the side Interstate 5, about twenty miles outside San Diego.

The sex was loud and clunky in the cramped backseat bench of the SUV. They had been suffering from racing minds and raging hormones, so they put each other at ease with quick sex that ended with Spencer spurting onto his mom’s flat tummy.

With their naked bodies slowly rising and falling, and their combined juices dripping down their thighs and onto Spencer’s shirt laid beneath them, the mother and son gazed at the faint stars through the moonroof.

Spencer could hardly believe he was being held by his mom, that his head was nestled on her warm breasts, and her fingers were motheringly but romantically twirling in his hair. But he felt at peace. Somewhat,

“How are we gonna handle this at home?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?”

“Like, hiding this from dad.” Spencer lifted his head, breathing ominously. But his mom oddly chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Your dad knows.”

“What?!” Spencer shot up straight, shaking his head. “No, he doesn’t!”

“Yes, he does. Of course, he does,” she grinned. “I admit I’m good, but I don’t think I would’ve gotten away with something like this. Ever since I told him you were the one spying at Mr. Common’s house, and that you tried blackmailing me into sex, he’s been just as excited as I am, hehe!”

“Dad loves you. He’d never allow you to do this. He’d never let me do this,” Spencer loudly argued.

Breanna’s smile was smug but forgiving. “You’re right, he does love me. And I love him. That’s why he lets me have fun. And because he loves you, too, he was pretty excited about my idea to have sex with you.”

The son stared, and the mother added, “He loves the idea of other men having me… just like you do. You’re definitely your father’s son.”

“Stop!” Spencer pushed his ears in, desperate to think clearly. He was flustered and confused, unsure what to believe. It was so easy for his mom to lie to and torment men to get what she wanted. He refused to fall for it again, especially for something so difficult to untangle.

“Honey, I’m not–”

“Stop! You’re just saying this because, even though you completed your part of the deal, you’re afraid I’m gonna use what happened today as leverage. You think I’m gonna blackmail you again. So, you want me to think it’s no big deal and that he knows.”

The mother swept sweaty strands of hair from her entertained face. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah! I know what you’re doing.”

“Hmm…” she shrugged. “Well, if you really feel that way, when we get home, you and I can sit your dad down and tell him what we did. Every sexy detail. Trust me, he’ll love it. He loves hearing about it every time.”

As convincing as his mom’s acting was, Spencer knew her story was bullshit. He had factual evidence that no lie could undo. “I know what you’re doing, mom. I saw you cheat at Mr. Common’s party. You–”

“Haha!” Laughter filled the stale cabin. “Honey, I wasn’t cheating. I–”

“No. No! Don’t say it was a swingers’ party or something like that. I know it wasn’t. I saw what you did.”

The laughter didn’t stop, as Breanna seemed to love the inquisition, pinned down by her son’s weight on her thighs. “Spence, listen to me! I told you right away, you didn’t see what you think you saw. That was a swingers’ party. Malcolm and Jeanine throw them all the time. They call them ‘cocktail’ parties because it’s a bunch of cock chasing tail…” she waved her hand. “That, and it’s better than writing ‘swinging party’ in an email. It’s corny but pretty clever.” After her son failed to laugh at the pun, Breanna added, “We’ve been going to them since you went off to school. We’ve gone to pretty much every one. I’ve been getting dicked down by strangers for much longer than that though.”

Spencer could only stare at the leather seats and shake his head. “No, no, no. You’re being all… you right now. I saw what happened. You waited till dad went to the bathroom, then you started dancing with those guys. And you were the only one dancing with a random person. Everyone else was with their partner. It was only you!” Spencer charged.

“First of all, he wasn’t a random person. His name’s Jeremy. He and his wife go to all the parties, too. We see them literally every two weeks. Secondly, you have no idea what was going on. You just looked through a window for a few minutes.” Breanna propped herself up on her elbows. “At every party either three men or three women get to pick a partner first. Obviously, the person they want has to agree to it, but pretty much everyone always plays along. You saw me on a Guys’ Choice night, Spencer. And, as I’m sure you can imagine, guys like to choose me. And by this point they pretty much all know the dancefloor is where I like to be picked up, haha!”

Breanna relaxed her chin and spoke calmly, “Spencer… think about it. Your dad knows guys are going to pick me. He walked away. One interested guy came up, but he was too nervous to ask me. Another guy had the balls to walk right up and tell me what he wanted. And I happily gave it to him.”

The low, shadowy bushes outside the tinted window rustled in the breeze. Admittedly, Spencer was starting to second-guess himself. The problem was that his mom had tricked him so many times before, he had good reason to doubt her. She seemed comfortable under him, not able to move. She was interested and attractive, exactly as she’d want to appear. “Okay… Then explain why those men didn’t come over til dad went to the bathroom. If everyone there knew it was a swingers’ party, why would they care if dad was there?”

“Because of the rules.”

“What rules?”

“The house rules, to keep everything fun and safe. Some are pretty dumb, but some are important. Anyway, because of some problems in the past — Cough! Always the husbands. Cough! — Jeanine made the rule that you have to head into another room if your partner is getting picked up. That’s why your dad left. And if he went into the bathroom, then I guess he actually had to go to the bathroom, haha! Now that I think about it, he did seem pretty relaxed when he came back to check on me. Maybe he just jerked off.”

As waves of shadows and light swept over the contours of his mom’s face from the distant headlights, Spencer swelled with a sense of control and vindication. Finally, he had caught his mom in a lie she couldn’t wiggle out of. “He went to the bathroom before any guy came up to you…” The son smiled. “I saw you. You spent the whole time looking around to make sure dad couldn’t see you. You rushed through the blowjob. Then you told the guy to keep quiet! Obviously, you weren’t so fine with dad knowing then. Obviously, you weren’t okay with– You weren’t–”

His mom’s belting laughter echoed through the car, and her body shook under his weight. Her head rolled back, and she surprisingly sat up and pulled his neck down to plant a kiss on his lips, swirling her tongue around his.

“Ahh-ah!” She regained her breathing and looked up lovingly with glistening eyes, stroking his cheek. “Spence, you have the best brain in the family, but sometimes you outthink your common sense. Maybe you should stick to computer investigations.”

Her comment came off more admiring than insulting. And Spencer looked lost.

“Honey, think about it… We go to those parties all the time. Playtime starts around 9:30 every time. Your dad knows I get picked right away every time. It actually pisses a lot of the other women off,” Breanna snickered. She could see the gears churning in her son’s head.

“Your dad knows the drill. He loves it. It’s like Christmas morning to him. He gets all excited, looking around to see who’s giving me the ‘fuck-me’ eyes,” she spoke with a reminiscent voice. “All that secret sneaking around with Jeremy? That was just me being a little naughty. Jeremy walked up behind me and told me he wanted to pound me, so I told him he had to earn it.”

Breanna brattily bit her cheek and studied her son’s quiet reaction. “He started grinding on me, it got really hot really quickly, and I told him I wanted to suck the soul out of his cock,” she chuckled bashfully.

“Anyway, there’s this rule. The men came up with it — big surprise — that you can only hook up with someone once before moving on, ‘so more people can get to know each other.’ Really, they just made the rule so they’d have a better chance of having fun with the hot women they wanted. Anyway, that’s why I didn’t want anyone to see me with Jeremy. I still wanted him to pound me like he promised without any of the women who hate me to pitch a fit and try to get me kicked out for breaking the rules.”

The air was still, except for the humming road noise. Spencer moved his lips. “But, like…”

“Spencer. I wasn’t hiding from your dad. Your father was literally the one person in the entire house I would’ve been fine with seeing me do that.”

Reality began to set in for the nineteen-year-old, and he blushed in embarrassment, realizing how dumb and childish he had to seem to his mom. Her story made sense, much more sense than the story he had been telling himself. The son realized where they were… together, alone, naked, entangled, covered in each other’s sweat and fluids, breathing in the stale steam and smell of each other’s sex. How could this possibly happen if his mom hadn’t planned it this way?

Why didn’t she just tell you the truth from the beginning? Spencer wondered with frustration. But he knew why. If she told him, he wouldn’t have believed it, and he would’ve been confused like he was now. Playing along with what he already believed was much simpler for his mom, and probably a lot more fun.

Why would she blow that guy in a room full of people, then? Why wouldn’t she just slip out and get a room with him? But Spencer already knew why she chose to do it. It was mind-numbingly hot.

“So…” he finally said, “did you and Jeremy still end up…?”

“Oh, my god!” His mom rolled her eyes, covering her laughing face.

“What?”

“Of course, that’s your question!”