I was studying in a little pool of light at the kitchen table when I heard a noise outside. Then came the pounding at my door, and Ron yelling, “Eric! Are you home?” Ron stepped back like he was surprised when I opened the door. “Your mother is a pain in my ass.”
My stepdad was sometimes a pain in my ass, but I didn’t tell him that. I tried to quiet him down. “What happened?” I led Ron to the kitchen table where my laptop was still open. “How much did you drink?”
“Too much for Joyce, not enough for me.” He dropped into the chair across from my laptop. Ron drank too much to drive, that was for sure. He squinted at my notes. “Global Economics?”
“It’s my last semester. Some classes are odd.” I sat down and put my hand out. “Can I have your keys? You can have the couch.”
Ron hardly hesitated. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, and a flash drive fell with them when he dropped the keys on the table. He didn’t seem to notice. “Is Jen here? I like it when Jen’s here.”
“She should be getting off work about now, so pretty soon.” My girlfriend doted on Ron, and he liked that. I flicked the flash drive back across the table. “What’s this?”
“Just pictures.” He looked at the flash drive without picking it up. “I dug that out of the dresser when I was still real mad at Joyce. I’m not that mad now.”
I had a bad feeling about what Ron might have on the flash drive. “What were you and Mom arguing about?”
“She wanted me to see the doctors. I haven’t been feeling great lately, and she started going on about it. She got so loud that the neighbors had to hear things I didn’t want them to know.” He sat back and sighed. “You know what I think of the doctors.”
“Yeah, I know you think they’re money-grubbing frauds.”
Ron looked away when the door opened and grinned when Jen closed the door behind her. “Ron!” she said, and threw her arms around his shoulders. “You’ve been drinking.”
“I have his keys. He has the couch.” Jen came around the table and I stood up. “You smell a little like work.”
“Pam spilled clam sauce on me, and then I came here instead of going by my place first. I need to clean up.” I slipped Jen a little tongue when I kissed her, so she knew I wanted to get her a little dirty again after she cleaned up. She was almost always up for that.
Jen grinned at me and turned to Ron. “I’ll get your pillow and blankets.” Ron slept on my couch enough to have his own blankets, and he was asleep almost as soon as Jen covered him.
My homework was done when I saw Jen wrapped in a towel dodge from the bathroom to my room. There wasn’t much reason for her to get dressed. I would just undress her again. I reached to turn off the light over the table before I spotted Ron’s flash drive. I pocketed the drive and found my way to bed in the dark.
Jen had my attention that night: the way she felt in my hands and tasted on my tongue, her excited scent, and the noises that escaped when she came. I didn’t think again about Ron’s flash drive until I woke in the morning. He was asleep on the couch and Jen was asleep in my bed when I plugged the flash drive into my laptop.
They were vacation pictures. Mom was an amateur photographer, but a serious one. The pictures were taken with her best camera. The first pictures were of Ron at an airport, then there were pictures of snow-capped high peaks and mountainsides where the forest was awash in green and yellow and red.
I flicked to the next page then jumped back and turned away. Those pictures were taken with the same camera, but they weren’t taken with Mom’s expertise. They showed her smiling from a hotel bed in nothing but her shoes. I was repulsed and fascinated at the same time.
Ron was still asleep on the couch. Jen was quiet in my room. I sat back down again in front of my laptop and my stomach churned as I stepped through the pictures one-at-a-time. I figured that when Ron was still mad, his idea had been to get back at Mom by posting them somewhere on the internet. He would’ve made a splash.
Mom made a living as a real estate agent, and looking good was part of her job. She did look good. Her bright smile and her teardrop breasts looked good. Her wet pussy looked good while she masturbated for Ron. She arched her back to push her round butt up and the pink star of her asshole looked good. Even the faded scar from my birth looked good to me.
I saw every inch of Mom’s naked body in high resolution. I saw her peeing. I saw her deep-throating Ron’s dick. My cock was hard, and my own erection disgusted me. I pulled the flash drive, stepped back, and pocketed it again. Jen was waking up. Ron was starting to move.
Ron sat up on the couch and coughed into his hands. He looked and sounded weak. I tried to sort out what I was feeling: anger, resentment, jealousy. That last one really confused me, but I had to put it aside, get Ron up, and send him home to Mom.
Jen stepped out of the bathroom with her clothes on, and I talked loud enough for both of them to hear. “Toaster waffles and bacon for breakfast. That’s what I’ve got.”
Jen glanced at Ron, who was still sitting on the edge of the cushion, and started to brush by me. “I’ll do breakfast. I’m the kitchen goddess here.”
I stopped her and turned so that Ron wouldn’t hear me. “Ron doesn’t look good. Would you get him up and put him together? I’d do it, but I’m pissed at him right now.”
Jen looked around me. “OK. I guess you can microwave bacon as well as I can.”
Ron coughed his way through breakfast, and the flash drive slipped his mind. That was good, because I wasn’t giving it back. I gave him his keys when he was done with breakfast, and the last time I saw him was when he closed the door behind him.
I was waiting tables a few days later when Mom called. She left a message, and her voice was distant and confused. “Give me a call. Ron’s gone.” There was hardly any life in her voice. “He drove that old Camaro into an overpass buttress at seventy miles an hour. There were witnesses. They think he might’ve had a medical problem before he left the road.”
The night manager didn’t have a choice. I told her I was leaving and picked Jen up on the way. Mom had a lot of friends, and when we got there her quiet street was lined with cars. Bad news traveled fast.
The front door was ajar, and Aunt Deb met us there. She looked at Jen’s hands and at mine. “Thank God you didn’t bring food. The kitchen’s already full. Now give me a hug.”
Aunt Deb looked past Jen like she wasn’t there, to where Mom was sitting in the living room. “I think Joyce is still in shock. It’s been so busy here that her feet haven’t really touched the ground yet.” She looked back and stroked my arm. “I’m going to need you here when she comes down. She needs you.”
* * *
“Let me get that.” I stepped in front of Aunt Deb and picked up a heavy box of kitchenware. “I’ll put this on the counter and you can unpack it from there.”
Aunt Deb wasn’t really my aunt; she was Mom’s best friend. I’d known her all my life, and I’d always called her Aunt Deb. She dug into the box when I stepped back, and I watched for a moment. She was my first crush. Back then her hair wasn’t silver, but from that angle not much else had changed.
Mom looked up from the box she was unpacking and swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “Where am I going to put all this? I got rid of two thirds of what we had in the house, and it still seems like too much.”
Her two bedroom townhouse was smaller than the old house, but it was still a lot bigger than my apartment. I arranged chairs around her down-sized dining table so that I could walk through. “I can’t take any more stuff. My place is full.”
Aunt Deb had everything from the box stacked on the counter. She looked at her cell phone. “I have to go. I’m having dinner with Maude Charles from the City Properties Office. She wants to commission a themed collection.” She looked at me and pointed to the counter. “Can you take care of this?”
I could. I found places for crocks and pots, and I watched Mom while I put things away. “What’s next? Do you really have to work now?” We’d had the conversation before, but she never had a good answer.
“I’m still selling houses. It’s a seller’s market, so I’m making good money.” She shrugged. “Deb and I figured out a budget. With the estate and the insurance I probably don’t have to work, but I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I weren’t working.”
I opened a box of table linens. “Where do you want these?” Mom rolled her eyes, but then pointed to a hutch. I dropped the box by the hutch and started to unload it. “What about your cameras? Haven’t you always wanted to do photography instead of real estate?”
Mom had two hands full of tableware, and she motioned to me with one of them. “I’ll figure that out. What about you? When do you know about the law school? And what’s with Jen?”
“The law school tells me I’m in, but it isn’t official.” I flattened the linen box and put it out of the way. “Law school was always Dad’s idea, you know? I’m not sure that’s really what I want to do. Maybe I’ll look around.” I found a box of good china and left that for Mom to figure out, and then I opened a box of towels that should have gone to one of the bathrooms. “I don’t know about Jen, either. She wants to be my good wife, and maybe I’m not ready for that, either.”
I stood up with my arms full of towels and Mom pointed. “Front bedroom. I guess neither of us knows what we’re doing.” I started to the bedroom, but Mom stopped me. “I’m ordering in Chinese. What do you want?”
Mom wanted shrimp. I wanted beef. We passed the cartons back and forth across the little table until there was nothing left but rice. She cleared the refuse from the table into the garbage, and when she came back I was spinning Ron’s flash drive on the tabletop.
I never got those pictures off my mind. Something in me wanted the story behind the photos. Something else in me never wanted to think about them again.
“I need coffee. Do you want some?” She watched what I was doing for a moment. “What’s that?”
“Coffee? I’d love some—strong and black.” I held the flash drive up for her to see. “I took it away from Ron a few days before he died.” Mom turned back to the counter and found the things she needed for coffee. “It’s vacation pictures.”
Her back was to me, so I didn’t see her reaction. She put water in the tank and a cup in the holder and closed the coffee maker. She looked confused when she turned around, and maybe like she’d be sick. “I wondered where that went. Did you look at them?”
“No. No, I didn’t.” I was never good at lying to Mom, and she knew I was lying.
“Eric, that’s disgusting.” I dropped the flash drive into her hand. Maybe the same way she could tell I was lying, I could tell she wasn’t that disgusted.
Mom turned back to the counter and left the flash drive by the coffee maker. We didn’t have more to say until she started her cup and brought me mine. I took the cup from her hand and asked, “How old are the pictures?”
“Not old.” She turned back to the counter and talked to the cabinet. “They were from last fall. We went to Colorado because I wanted to shoot the aspens. The first day was good, but it snowed that night. We stayed in the next day and passed the time.
“I suppose you got the flash drive the last night Ron crashed at your place. We had a screaming argument, and maybe I said things I shouldn’t have. You saw the coroner’s report, didn’t you?”
“That he had a heart attack while driving? I saw that.”
Mom brought her coffee to the table and sat down across from me. “That news didn’t surprise me. He was depressed when we went to Colorado, and part of that was because he hadn’t had a good erection in weeks. I was just trying to make him feel better. Now I figure that was because of his heart.”
“It looked like it worked.” Mom scowled at me, and I hid behind my coffee cup.
“It’s bad enough that you saw me that way.” She put her coffee down and wrapped her hands around it. “God, I was so fat in those pictures. I’ve lost seven pounds since then.”
“Fat? You didn’t look fat! You looked great.”
I thought Mom was about to throw her coffee in my face, but she pushed back from the table and stood up. “Now you know things about your mother that a son should never know.” She pointed to the door. “Thanks for your help, but I need some space.”
* * *
A blast of hot air met me when I left the computer science building. The July sky was a cloudless blue bowl, so I stopped to find my shades before I started across the plaza. Something familiar caught my eye, and I did a double take. It was Aunt Deb’s silver hair, pulled to the back of her head.
Aunt Deb was leaving the fine arts offices. I called her name, and she stopped when I jogged up beside her. “Eric! It’s been weeks!” Her hand felt rough when she wrapped it around my elbow—normal for someone who made their living with their hands. “You know, you’re old enough to drop the ‘Aunt’ part. Just call me Deb.”
Despite the heat, I liked the affectionate way she walked close by my side. “What are you doing on campus?”
“Artists have to make money any way they can. I’m teaching a summer master class in ceramics. Why are you here? I thought you were done.”
“The Liberal Arts degree is done. I’m taking a class in Python.”
“I don’t know what that is. A lawyer thing?”
“A computer thing. I had the summer, so I decided to broaden my horizons. Do you have time? I’ll buy you coffee.”
We walked to an off-campus coffee shop while Deb quizzed me. “Tell me about your girlfriend. Did I hear right, that she wants to get married?”
“You must have heard that from Mom. I met Jen at work. She doesn’t have many goals, but she’s pretty clear about that one.”
Pigeons fluttered up in front of us and settled a few feet farther away. “What does Jen do for you?”
“She’s fun and affectionate, and she likes taking care of me.” I had to think about it a little more. “Mostly, though, it’s the sex. I like the sex.”
Deb laughed and bumped me with her elbow. “Of course you like the sex. What does she think of you going to law school?”
We stopped at the street and waited in a small crowd for the light to change. “She’s all for law school.” I shrugged. “More than I am. I need to talk to her about ‘what if I don’t go?'”
The coffee shop was another block down the street, past shops and cafés where the summer business was slow. Deb tugged on my arm. “Do you guys argue about things like that?”
“We never argue.” I’d actually never thought about it before. “If we disagree, then Jen just wants sex and the problem goes away.”
We ordered at the counter, and two iced coffees came fast. We found a small table outside in the shade and sat across from each other. Deb stirred the ice in her coffee before she said anything. “I think you’re headed for some changes, with the degree done and maybe not knowing what you want to do.”
She shifted in her seat and looked around. “I’m once married and once divorced, so maybe I don’t know that much about relationships, but to me, Jen sounds like baggage you may not want to haul along on your trip.”
She surprised me. I wasn’t looking for advice, and I didn’t know what to do with it, so I changed the subject. “Have you seen Mom lately? We’ve barely talked.”
“I saw her over the weekend.” Deb seemed happy with the change. “I got her out for dinner. We had a good time.” She hesitated then went on with a more cautious tone. “That’s mostly her story, so she should tell it.” She looked over her drink at me and smiled. “She told me about Ron’s pictures, and what you said about her.”
I might have blushed, and Deb laughed at me. “I can only imagine how she reacted when you said she looked great naked. She had time to think about it before we talked, and by then it wasn’t a bad thing. As awkward as that had to be, you made your mom feel good about herself.”
Deb checked her phone. “I have to go.” She stood up from the table and gave my cheek a kiss. “You should call your mom.”
“Can I give you a ride?” I was enjoying Deb’s company, and I wasn’t quite ready to stop.
She laughed at me. “You know, my house is closer than anywhere you could have parked your car.”
I watched the sway of Aunt Deb’s butt until she crossed the street, then I dug my phone out of my pocket and texted Mom. “I’m not working. Do you have some time?”
She answered before I was done with my coffee. “I was going to the gym, but are you up for tennis?”
I thought it was too hot to be knocking a ball around on a concrete slab, but she talked me into it. I got my racket and stuffed a change of clothes into a bag. She was wearing a little white uniform when she met me at the park, and its short skirt bounced when she walked.
Mom taught me to play. When I was still a kid, she could put me in my place. When I got bigger, my height and my forehand overpowered her, but she still knew all my weaknesses.
She lobbed the ball in my direction. “Just don’t kill me, OK?” We batted it back and forth to warm up, and then she kicked my butt. I played nice at first by not killing her with my forehand, but it had been too long since I played. Her energy was more than I could match—especially in that heat—and she ran me all over the court.
I had to end it before I died. She gave me a soft little return that I met head-high, and I slammed it past her. She stopped and watched the ball bounce against the fence then looked back at me. “That’s the signal. We’re done.”
We met beside the net. Her uniform was a little damp with sweat, and her nipples thrust out under the white cloth. I was soaked and, without the constant motion, it was getting worse. She plucked at my shirt and laughed. “Do you have a change of clothes?”
I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just nodded my answer. “Shower at my place. I’ll fix dinner, and we can catch up.”
Mom had a shower in both bathrooms. We showered at the same time, and I didn’t even care that we ran out of hot water. The cool water felt good. I put my clean clothes on, left my sweat-soaked clothes out to dry, and found Mom on the patio.
She laid back on a chaise lounge in her dressing robe, and she smiled when I found her. The patio behind her was a construction zone. I pulled a chair up and gestured toward the mess. “What’s all this?”
“I’m putting in a hot tub. That’s the plumbing and electrical.” Her robe slipped while she talked. It bared everything down her side from her shoulder to her foot, and she was slow to cover herself again. “Sorry, but the air feels good.”
I was uncomfortable. She read that in my expression, and she closed her robe. “Your Gramma used to say, ‘Don’t rush to close the barn door once the horse is already gone.’ You’ve seen it before, right?”
“Yeah, but not the live action version. It’s different.” I looked away. “I never heard Gramma say that.”
Mom laughed. “It was usually when Dad forgot to zip his fly. It annoyed him.”
I sat back and watched Mom for a moment. If Deb was right and what I said before was good for Mom, then maybe more would be better. “You know, the live action version is better than the stills.”
Mom frowned at me, but in a way that had always meant I wasn’t really in trouble. She pulled the robe tight and stood up. “I need to dress and start dinner.” I watched the way the thin fabric draped from her hips and moved as she walked away.
Dinner was just a salad. I was alright with that because the heat killed my appetite. Jen and I could get something later. Mom changed into shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and I sat at the table with one of her cameras and sighted on her left back pocket while she worked by the sink. “How’s work been?” I asked. “Are you doing OK?”
She sliced a cucumber and glanced back at me. “I’m making money hand-over-fist, but I’m getting to the point with real estate where it’s kinda ‘been there, done that.'” She dropped the cucumber into the greens and split a pepper in two. “I think I’m going to work less and play more.”
I sat up when she set the salad bowl on the table. “What are you going to play?”
Mom handed me the salad tongs. “You toss.” She took her camera out of my hand. “I think I’ll play photographer.” She sighted the camera on me then pulled back to look at the screen. “You have the settings all screwed up.” She set the camera down. “Do you need a salad plate? We could eat out of the bowl.”
She sat down beside me, and we ate out of the bowl. Mom speared a slice of cucumber, and I dangled a piece of lettuce from my fork. “I talked to Aunt Deb this afternoon. She said you guys went out to dinner, but she wouldn’t tell me much about it.”
“We went to dinner and had a good time. Then we went to a bar and had a better time.”
I swallowed the lettuce and made sure the next leaf had bacon chips with it. “She didn’t mention a bar. Where’d you go.”
“We hopped a couple bars downtown and ended up at The Red Zone.” She was picking through the bowl and not looking at me.
“That bar is such a meat market.”
That made her look up. “And this conversation could go places you don’t want to be.” She pulled a leaf out of the bowl with her fingers and watched me while she bit it and licked her fingers. “Deb thinks we need to have a more open and honest relationship.”
I crunched on a slice of pepper, and speared some more leaves. “You and Deb? I thought you guys told each other everything.”
“No, you and me. You and Deb, too.” She gathered some baby spinach and looked at me over her fork before she slipped it into her mouth. “Would you have sex with Deb if she wanted it?”
I coughed into my hand. Something must have gone down the wrong way, but I recovered. “Why would you even ask that?”
Mom stopped chewing, and smiled at me with a bit of salad dressing in the corner of her lips. “Inquiring minds want to know. Deb asked me, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t ask you. In the interest of that open and honest relationship, are you going to answer?”
My face might have been as red as the cherry tomato between Mom’s teeth. “In a flash. I’d do pretty much anything Deb wanted.” I watched Mom swallow. “You’re going to tell her that, aren’t you.”
“Of course I am.” She found the tongs where I left them and tossed the salad again. “Too much of the good stuff is on the bottom.”
“Is that what you did at the bar? Talk about me?”
Mom picked up a slice of avocado slathered in dressing. She looked at it for a moment then bit it in two. “We didn’t talk about you at the bar. We talked about you on Sunday.” She finished the slice and watched me pick through the bowl. “At the bar, we drank, we flirted, we danced. When it got late, neither of us went home alone.”
For me, the conversation was way past weird. I speared a piece of apple, a cucumber, some carrot, and stuffed them in my mouth. “I’m surprised you found guys your age.”
“We didn’t. They were more like your age.”
I stood up and had to grab the chair before it tipped over. Mom glanced at the chair then at me. “He did most everything right, too. He was just a little impatient. Deb’s guy didn’t work out as well. That’s why we talked about you.”
“Mom! What if I know him?”
“It’s a big city.” She motioned for me to sit again. “Don’t get mad. I had sex with a guy your age. It’s kinda the flip side of you having sex with Deb, and you said you’d do that.”
I was jealous—so fucking jealous. I didn’t understand why, but my cock was hard, and Mom’s eyes were on the bulge in my jeans. “Aunt Deb wouldn’t be a one-night stand,” I said. “I mean, it was a one-night stand, right?”
“I’ll never see him again. It wasn’t really for the sex, anyway.”
“What do you mean?” She was so nonchalant it confused me.
Mom sat back like she was done with the salad. “It was about feeling good about myself. I wanted to look good to someone.”
“I already told you how good you look. I told you again like a few minutes ago.”
I wasn’t going to eat more, so Mom picked up the bowl and took it to the sink. “You might have just been telling me what I wanted to hear.”
* * *
I faced Aunt Deb again over a beer on a sultry afternoon in August. My glass was still nearly full, and the head was flat. I was too busy talking to drink.
“I thought about what you said about Jen, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like she was worse than baggage. She was a ticking bomb.”
Deb raised her eyebrows to get me to go on. Unlike my beer, hers was half gone. “If we kept settling our differences by having sex, then someday all those unsettled problems were going to blow up in my face.”
“Are you going to drink that?” Deb pointed at the beer. “You know, it’s hard to predict the future, but I think you were probably right. What did you do?”
I laughed when I looked at my beer. “I guess I’m going on.” I took a long drink and set it back on the coaster. “I thought I could make her talk. I took her out after work. We sat across a table kinda like this and I asked her things: ‘What if I don’t go to law school?’, ‘What if I don’t want to get married right now?’, ‘What about kids?’, ‘What are you going to do?’
“She dodged all my questions. Then she looked up past me, waited for some girl to walk by, and flashed her tit at me. I mean, it was a pretty tit, but not the answer I wanted. ‘We don’t have to talk,’ she said. ‘I know what you need, and I know how you like it.'”
Deb put her glass down and smiled. “How was the goodbye sex? It was goodbye sex, right?”
“It was strange. I wasn’t into it, but she wouldn’t stop. She really thought it was going to make everything better.” I took another drink to catch up with Deb. “She slept late like she usually does, and I pulled all her shit together and took it to my car. She was mad, now it’s over, and work is awkward.”
Deb ran her finger up the side of her glass to gather the condensation, and she sucked it off her finger. “Do you feel good about it? Are you OK?”
“I’m going to miss the sex.” I sat back and watched Deb. She was gorgeous. Her silver hair fell to her shoulders in waves, and her shirt gaped enough to show cleavage. If I had any doubt that I’d have sex with her, then my cock cleared up the confusion. “You didn’t call me to talk about Jen, did you?”
“I didn’t, no. But I’m glad to hear about it. I think you’ll eventually be happier without her.” She ran her finger up the glass again and looked at me while she sucked a drop off her fingertip. “I agreed to help with an ‘Art in Action’ fundraiser at the Country Club. It’s a meet-the-artists thing, dinner, and a silent auction.
“Five or six of us donated some work. Whatever ‘Art in Action’ makes from it goes to organizing a bigger event for emerging artists. That’s the kind of thing that helped me a lot when I was trying to build a market.
“What are you doing Saturday night? I need an arm to hang on.”
“I have a shift, but I can change it. Do I have to wear a suit?”
“The one you wore at Ron’s memorial looked good.” Deb tipped her glass up and finished most of her beer. “Joyce is going to be there, too. ‘The City’—that magazine—is covering it, and I got them to hire your mom to shoot it. It’ll be her first paying job. She’ll probably be just as nervous as you are.”
I didn’t expect to be nervous. I wasn’t nervous until I met Aunt Deb at her front door. “Holy shit, Deb! Did you take all day getting ready?” Her hair was done up on top of her head, her eyes shined from meticulously-done makeup, and her lips were deep red.
“You’ve been to my openings and receptions before. I’m sure.” She wrapped her hand around my elbow and tugged me toward my car. “I don’t want to run late. Do you like the outfit?” She wore a shimmering silver, cowl-necked top with a neckline that plunged past her breasts, and flared black pants that hugged her butt.
“It’s making me glad I didn’t wear sneakers with this suit.” I helped her into my car, saw silver heels to match the top, and red nails to match her lips.
Deb sent a text as the guard waved us through the gate then slipped her phone back into her little black purse. “I let Joyce know we’re here.”
She stopped me after I helped her out of the car. She straightened my tie and smoothed my jacket. “I could tell people that you’re my nephew, but I’m going to let them think you’re my lover. I don’t think a little scandal ever hurt an artist’s career.”
Mom’s camera started flashing when we walked through the door. Deb laughed and waved to important friends, and I tried not to seem confused.
Everyone worked the room. Mom worked it with her camera while Deb pulled me with her and worked it with a martini in her hand. Mom used her real estate agent charm to manipulate people into good light, and the flash of her camera punctuated the conversations. I tried to work with Deb while she laughed at jokes told by rich donors and let them think what they would about me.
There was an agenda. I found it by the door. First came the mixer, then the artists’ presentations. The silent auction went on while we had dinner, and when the night was over, everything was sold.
The crowd started to thin, and Deb and I sat down. Mom settled into the third seat at our table. She stretched her legs and sighed. “That took a little more out of me than I thought it would.” She gave me a sharp look. “How are you doing?”
She was asking about Jen, but I was done talking about Jen. “I got my official acceptance letter from the University Law School, what, like Wednesday I guess.
“I pitched it into the wastebasket then went back and dug it out again. That’s a bridge I can’t burn yet. I have to talk to Dad. Whatever I do is going to be easier if he helps.”
“Henry’s been good to you.” She turned away to talk with Deb. “I might get a couple new jobs out of this. I’m going to meet with Sly McCarthy and his wife about some kind of party, and Heidi Carlton wants pictures of her dogs.”
I stopped listening and took a deep dive into Aunt Deb’s cleavage. She knew where my eyes went, and she straightened her back with her hands on the table to let me see.
Deb interrupted. She laughed at me and told Mom, “It’s kind of— interesting, the way your son’s looking at me.” I guess that was just in case Mom hadn’t already noticed.
Mom rolled her eyes at Deb. “Men have been staring at your cleavage all night. I might have a hard time finding pictures of you without some old guy face-planted in your blouse. Now it’s interesting?”
“Now it’s Eric.”
I licked my lips and looked up at Deb. “What would happen if that blouse just slipped off your shoulder a little?”
Deb’s eyes flicked around and stopped on a huge aquarium that separated the room from the narrow service entrance. She looked at Mom. “You have your camera? Of course, you have your camera.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. “Come on, and we’ll find out.”
Mom followed us while Aunt Deb dragged me behind the aquarium. She had a naughty smile on her red lips, and a twinkle in her bright eyes when she tugged her blouse off one shoulder and cupped her hand under her bare breast.
“Oh, God, Deb!” It was all I could say. Her breast was full and smooth, and her nipple stood up from her light-colored areola like it was excited to see me.
Mom’s camera flashed, and Deb kept her eyes on the room behind me. Her smile didn’t change. She peeled her blouse off the other shoulder, and bared both of her beautiful, symmetric twins.
I reached to touch her, and Deb waited until I rolled her stiffened nipple under my thumb before she pushed my hand away. Mom’s camera flashed, and flashed again.
Deb laughed at my expression and pulled her top together. She looked at Mom and flipped her hand toward me. “I think he liked it.” She and Mom laughed all the way back to the table. A few people still left in the room looked at us curiously, but it seemed like no-one saw what happened.
Mom handed me the camera, and Deb watched over my shoulder while I flipped through the pictures of her smile, of her bare breasts, and of my intrigued expression. I felt the touch of Deb’s tits against my arm. Her breath was warm on my ear.
“Maybe I’m more of an exhibitionist than I thought.” Deb’s lips brushed my cheek. “That was fun, but I think I’ve had all the martinis I want, and it’s time to go.”
Mom took her camera back and checked the time. “It’s still early for me. I have two bottles of wine in the fridge, and the new hot tub is waiting for us.”
Deb nudged me. “You’re coming, too.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’m going to get out of this suit before I get there.”
Deb left with Mom, and I found them in the tub, with wine glasses in hand and just their bare shoulders above the water. They were talking when I got there, but they stopped to watch me drop my shirt and peel my jeans off over my swim trunks.
Mom held her nearly-empty wine glass up, and I took her hint. I found the wine bottle and refilled their glasses, and I tried to make out their bodies under the water while I poured. What I didn’t see was the most interesting. I didn’t see bathing suits.
Deb slipped over close beside me when I climbed into the tub. Her breath was scented with chardonnay. “You might have been able to tell before you climbed in, that Joyce and I are both naked. Shouldn’t you be naked, too?”
I settled my arm around Debs shoulder then slipped it down her side and over her hip. Her body was smooth and sleek, and there wasn’t a strap or a scrap of fabric on her. Mom watched me while she sipped her wine, and she tickled my foot with her toes. The light was dim, but I could just make out her breasts and the dark triangle of her pubic hair under the water.
Deb put her wine behind me and tugged on my trunks. “Lift your big butt.” She swept them down and tugged them off my feet then dropped them behind her. “There, now we’re all in this together.”
Mom went back to their conversation like nothing had changed. “Did you sell everything? I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I think everything I had there sold for way more than my estimates. It’s the auction effect. The money’s all donated to ‘Art in Action.’ What I get out of it is a tax write-off and the publicity.” Deb slipped a little closer and her breasts pressed against my arm. “That, and I took a couple orders, so it works out for me.”
Deb’s hand traveled up my thigh. I moved a little to let her reach between my legs, and she looked up at Mom. “When do you have to have those photos to the magazine?”
“Next week. You aren’t molesting my son, are you?”
“I thought I might.” Deb’s hand skipped over my cock, and she slipped it up to my chest where Mom could see. She gave me her naughty grin. “You don’t mind, do you?”
I didn’t mind, and Deb’s hand wrapped my hardening cock. She was quiet for a moment while her fingertips played around it. She looked up at Mom. “You did good work. He’s well-built all over.”
I moaned and Mom laughed. “Henry had something to do with that.”
“Maybe, but he has your eyes and your smile. When was the last time you saw him naked?”
Mom looked at me over her wine glass.”It’s been a long time.”
Deb slipped out from under my arm. She turned and urged me up. “Sit on the side. You’ve seen all of Joyce. Now it’s her turn to see all of you.
I squirmed while Mom’s eyes scanned my arms and my chest. They traveled up my thighs and settled on my shaft. My cock was growing firm and thick. I was going to be completely hard for Mom in seconds, and I didn’t understand why.
“The last time I saw him naked, he didn’t look like this.”
Deb looked past me. “We should have some fun.” She stood beside me, and water streamed off her body, over her beautiful tits and her clean-shaven vulva. She plucked her blouse off the pile of her clothes, braced herself against me, and wrapped it around my head.
That took me by surprise, and I push Deb back before she laughed in my ear. “Stop! You don’t need to see what I’m going to do. You just need to feel it.” I relaxed and inhaled her remnant scent from her blouse, and I held her tits in both hands while she tied it behind my head.
Deb settled back into the water, and her fingertips stroked my shaft. “I’m really tempted to suck his cock.” I could feel her move between my legs, and I could tell she was talking to Mom. “Would you mind?”
I couldn’t hear or see Mom’s answer, but the water splashed, and I could feel her move closer.
Deb rose between my legs. I could still tell that it was her. She leaned on my thighs and wrapped her rough hands around my shaft. She closed her lips around my cock, and I groaned out loud. I could hardly breathe. I stroked Deb’s shoulders and listened to the sounds she made while my cock slipped between her lips. Mom was warm beside me, and I tried to ignore the way her hand stroked across my chest.
I panted “Oh God, Deb. This isn’t going to last very long.”
Deb let my cock go with a little “Pop!” She wrapped it in her hand and talked to Mom. “What do you think? I bet he’d like it whether it was slow or fast.”
Mom’s voice came from beside me. “Just a little longer.”
I thought they moved, and I lost track of where they were. Lips closed around my cock. A tongue explored its smooth head and then along its length until soft lips and warm breath tickled the base of my shaft. I felt hands on my thighs. There were fingers on my balls and on my asshole.
My cock tingled and then burned. It throbbed and pulsed with excitement. I clenched my teeth and groaned. My first big spurt gushed into a warm mouth then I heard a surprised gasp and a splash between my legs.
A soft hand pumped my cock. I tossed my head back and became a geyser. Every spasm seemed stronger than the last until I couldn’t come anymore.
It was Mom who leaned her naked body against me and untied Deb’s blouse from around my head. I slipped down into the warm water, and Deb settled herself against me. “You took me by surprise. Did that last long enough?”
I couldn’t tell if Aunt Deb’s question was for me or for Mom but I nodded my answer. Mom was at my side with her hand on my shoulder and her body against mine. “You two look so good together that I want to shoot you having sex, but not like porn.”
Mom paused and shrugged. “Okay, like porn.” She drew back a little when I turned to look at her. “It wouldn’t be like real sex. I’d be posing you.”
Deb laughed. She sounded incredulous. “Why? What could you do with those photos?”
“It’s an experiment for me—a new experience. If it works, then the pictures can be portfolio material, but that’s all. I’d never sell something like that.”
“Anything for art.” Deb gestured, and let her hand splash back into the water before she looked at me. “Are you up for that?”
“Oh God, yes,” came out without a thought. The prospect of sex with Deb was a turn-on, but I was confused. How could it be even more exciting to have Mom there taking pictures?
Deb found her wine glass and looked past me to Mom. “When? Friday? Eric and I should practice. Practice makes perfect, you know.”
* * *
My cellphone was in my pants when it rang—wherever my pants were. I looked at the floor on my side of Deb’s bed then I dove over her naked body to find them on her side.
“Dad! Thanks for calling back.” I called him the day before, but he liked talking early in the morning. I think he felt like it gave him an advantage. “I need to talk to you about law school.”
I stroked my hand over Deb’s butt and down the crack of her ass while I listened to Dad. It was a nervous gesture that I wasn’t even thinking about. Deb climbed off the bed and left the bathroom door open while she peed. She laughed at me when I had to turn away.
Water running in the bathroom was constant background for our phone call. I flopped back on the bed when Dad hung up and stared at the ceiling for a moment before Deb climbed onto the bed between my legs.
“That was the big talk with Henry?” She sat down with her legs crossed and set a washcloth on her knee. “How did it go?” She picked up my cock and watched me.
“Better than I thought it would. Way better than I thought it would.” Deb smiled and picked little dried crusts off my cock. “You’re going to get me hard that way.”
She picked up the washcloth and used it to stroke my cock and my balls. “Yeah? Well then we might be able to find something to do with it. So what happened?”
“He wasn’t surprised that I might be burned out after four solid years in school with work and summer classes and all. Before I do anything I can’t undo, he wants me to make sure I can still get in even if I don’t start this semester. God, is that next week, or the week after?”
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched Deb. I never had a lot of body hair. What I had, Deb shaved off. It was for the photos. Now it felt odd, but we matched.
“Dad said that if I’m going to take time off, then I should travel. You know, Europe or South America or something. I hadn’t thought that far.” I laid back and groaned. My hard cock ached in Deb’s hand, and she bent down to kiss it.
Warm breath brushed my skin for a second. She took my cock in her mouth, and slipped her tongue around its sensitive curves before she let it go. She climbed up to straddle my hips, held my cock between her thighs and worked it into her. I arched my back and groaned, and she settled onto my hips until my shaft filled her.
Aunt Deb leaned forward. She kissed my throat and whispered in my ear. “Travel would be good for you. Right now, let me take you to the moon.”
She had me balls-deep when she sat up again. The tie in her hair was starting to come out, so she pulled it off and freed her hair—her beautiful silver hair.
I stroked Deb’s hips and watched her breasts sway as she rocked over me. “Can you pose like this? I bet you’d look good from like every angle.”
“If that’s what your mom wants.” She fucked me slowly at first, and she watched me. Then she closed her eyes and her pace picked up. I had her breasts in my hands, and she leaned into my grip. I let her fall forward onto my chest, and her soft hair fell around my neck.
I held Deb and stroked her body, and I pushed my cock up under her while she ground on me. Her breath was hot and ragged, and she clutched at my sides. I listened to the sounds she made and felt the way she moved in my arms. I was immersed in her excitement.
Deb released her grip on my sides, and her fingers grasped at the air. Orgasmic spasms pulsed through her body. They passed only slowly, and then she gasped in my ear and melted in my arms.
Aunt Deb moved slowly with my still-hard cock inside her, and that sensation was maddening. I pressed my hand down on her back, turned her over, and propped myself up on one hand to watch her face, framed in soft hair spread on the sheet.
“This would be a good angle, too. You look beautiful, and hot.”
Deb laughed. She lifted her legs around me and stroked my arms. “It could be a hard angle to shoot with your fat head in the way. Maybe if Joyce climbed on your back and shot past your ear.”
I was cradled in Deb’s arms and her legs. I squeezed her tit and kissed her open mouth, and I thrust my cock into her. My strokes were deep and hard. My cock ached with excitement, and our bodies slapped together.
Deb arched her back and writhed. She clutched at my shoulders, and then her arms flopped helplessly on the mattress. Her second orgasm came fast. The spasms were still coursing through her body when fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I slammed my cock deep between Aunt Deb’s thighs and each shot burned the length of my shaft before it erupted inside her.
We were both spent when I collapsed on Deb. She toyed with my hair and kept her legs around me for a moment longer before she picked her head up to look at the clock. “Brunch with Joyce, remember? And then pictures.” She pulled back and focused on my face. “Practice has been easy, but the real thing could be a lot harder.”
It was harder. It was like a job.
Deb stretched under the studio lights and moved from position to position, and Mom shot every detail of her powdered body from every angle. I tried to be Mom’s assistant; I stood by with one camera while she used the other, set lights, and moved equipment. That gave me something to do.
Mom set her camera down and looked me over. “I need to fix Deb’s makeup then I want you on the bed with her. Are you going to be ready?” I didn’t realize at first what Mom meant, but she patted the front of my jeans and made it obvious.
I was lying on the satin sheets when Mom brought Deb back, and my hard shaft rested on my belly. Deb grinned when she climbed over me. She took my cock in hand and kissed my lips. “That’s the look I want,” Mom said. “Be my affectionate couple.”
Mom photographed my stiff cock posed in Deb’s hands, in Deb’s mouth, and in Deb’s pussy. She shot from every angle, from across the room, and from inches away. It took some time for me to get used to it, but the more of me Mom saw, the more I wanted to show her.
The second time I started to lose my hard-on, Mom held her camera up in one hand and stroked my hip. “We can break in a few minutes. Don’t give out on me now.” Her fingers tickled my balls. They slid along my shaft, and my cock surged. It worked, so after that she did it every time I needed it.
We were all getting tired when I looked up at the clock. “My shift is at four. I need to go pretty soon.”
Deb slipped off from me and onto the sheet at my side. “I have a dinner meeting at six, and it’s going to take some time to get ready.” She laughed against me neck. “From porn model to conservative art community representative. What a change that’ll be.”
I propped myself up on one elbow and watched Deb while I stroked my hand down her side. “Do we have time?” I was sure she knew what I meant.
“I’m going to enjoy that meeting a lot more if we do.” Deb lifted her thigh over my hip while I tickled her bare pussy. She picked her head up and looked at Mom. “Take pictures if you want. We’re doing it for real this time.”
Mom stepped around the bed to check her video cameras while I pressed Deb down into those slick satin sheets with my tongue in her mouth. I’d given Mom every money shots she’d asked for, but I was sure I had one left for Deb.
Deb turned her head to break our kiss then laughed in my ear when I kissed her throat and her shoulder. She pushed me away and turned face-down on the mattress, and Mom’s camera flashed as Deb arched her back. She kicked her knees far apart, and tipped her pussy up to me.
Mom’s camera flashed again as I knelt between Deb’s legs with my cock in hand, and again when Deb tossed her head back with my shaft deep in her cunt. I propped myself over her with one hand and held her hip with the other, and I drove my cock into her.
Deb writhed and gasped. She closed one fist on the sheets, and the other hand pressed her clit back against my plunging shaft. Her feet slapped on the mattress and my body slapped against her butt.
Mom swept Deb’s hair to the side to shoot her open-mouthed expression. She ducked between my legs to shoot my cock pumping Deb’s stretched pussy. I leaned over Deb, and Mom photographed me kissing her ear and biting her neck while I fucked her.
Aunt Deb lifted her head against my chest as the sensations tightened her body. My cock throbbed inside her, and I drove her down into the mattress. Deb screamed into the sheets when she came. Spasms wracked her body, and I bellowed at the wall when my hot essence surged through my shaft. Through it all, Mom’s camera flashed and flashed again.
I fell into the sheets beside Deb and pulled her to me, and Mom’s camera flashed again. Aunt Deb drew a trembling breath and relaxed as she exhaled against my chest. “Damn, that felt good.” She pushed away and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’ll use the bathroom and dress, and then you can take me home.”
Mom sat beside me while I pulled on my boxers and my jeans. “I think we’re all drained,” she said. “That was a lot of work.” I stepped away to find my shirt, and she stopped me. “Can you come back tonight after your shift. We need to talk.”
I heard water running in the bathroom sink, and I pulled my shirt over my head. “Tonight’s not good. I have to close. I still have like nine more hours of work. How about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s the problem. I have a date.”
“With who?” I was suddenly jealous. “Not with your one-night-stand.”
“No, with Sly McCarthy. It started as a meeting with him and his wife, then the wife ‘had a conflict.’ Now he’s picking me up for dinner at Mario’s. It feels like a date with an old married guy. Deb says Sly has a reputation, but I don’t want to shut him down—it doesn’t seem like good business.”
The bathroom door opened. Aunt Deb looked around in the bathroom then stepped out. “Are you ready?”
I nodded to Deb, but turned back to Mom. “You wouldn’t—”
Mom shuddered. “I never put out to sell a house. I’m not going to put out for some little gig that might not even be real.” She tugged on my shirt and her eyes searched my face. “I could Uber if things go bad, but I’d rather have you pick me up and get in his face. Can you do that?”
I nodded my answer, and Mom went on. “Either way, I’ll be free by ten, and we’ll talk.”
* * *
The maitre d’ at Mario’s talked non-stop while she followed me across the restaurant. I ignored her. Who pays attention to the hostess anyway? I searched the dimly-lit rooms for Mom, and she wasn’t hard to find. She was the woman in the pearl-colored dress.
Mom pushed back from the table and away from a guy the size of a Volkswagen—you know, the old ones. No wonder she thought Uber might not help. She kept her eyes on him while she tucked her arm around my elbow. “I wish I could say it’s been good talking to you, Sly.” She nudged my shoulder. “My ride is here.”
I remembered the huge man from the fundraiser, but nothing in what Mom said told me that he was Sly McCarthy. He stood and looked from Mom to me. His body language threatened violence that seemed out of place in an upscale restaurant. “You can’t leave like this. I’m invested in you.”
McCarthy reached a big hand across the table to catch Mom’s arm, and she stepped out of his reach. McCarthy was surprised with I gripped his wrist and jerked it toward me and down. He braced himself on the table to keep from falling over, and glassware and silverware scattered.
We backed away while McCarthy tried to regain his composure, and we left as fast as Mom could walk in her high heels. She stopped me in the parking lot. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“It’s basic Judo. What was I? Like nine?” My heart was pounding. “Are you OK?”
“I need to catch my breath.” I watched for Sly coming out of the restaurant, but I didn’t see him before Mom fit her hand into mine, and we walked more slowly to the car.
Mom stood by my car while I opened the door, and I looked her up and down. “You look great in this dress. No wonder he didn’t want you getting away.”
“Thanks, but the dress didn’t have much to do with it. Sly rented a room before he even picked me up. He lost style points for that, and he lost more for telling me about it.” She stifled a laugh. “God, I’m glad I didn’t have to go through with that. I don’t think I can spread my legs that far.”
Somehow, I didn’t think that was very funny. I opened the door for Mom and stood back while she slipped into the shadows inside, and then I met her there. She hardly waited for me to sit down before she started our talk. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”
“With school? I spent the day on their admissions site.” I turned in the seat to watch Mom in the gray light from the lamps in the parking lot. “I guess it’s pretty common for people to skip a semester or two, so getting that approved is a formality. I’ll talk to a real person on Monday.”
“You know I’m going to be disappointed if you take the time off to wait tables.”
“Dad thought I should travel. I think that’s what I’ll do, but I haven’t decided where or how. It’ll be cold in Europe, but I could stay around the Mediterranean. Or maybe I’ll go somewhere tropical. It might depend on how I pay for it.”
“If it was your Dad’s idea, then he’ll probably help. I might help. Even Deb might help—she likes her lovers to be well-traveled.”
I turned in my seat and started the car. “That’s what I’m doing. What are you going to do?”
“I haven’t taken on a real estate client in weeks, and I’m happy with that. I want to stay in touch with the business, but shooting events can pay my bills. I might look for other gigs, too.”
I glanced up at the rearview mirror and then to Mom. “As long as they aren’t Sly’s kind of gigs.”
“That might be a job hazard, but it isn’t anything new. It happens in real estate, too.”
I backed the car out and stopped before I pulled onto the street. “You didn’t get anything to eat in there, did you?”
“And I don’t feel like cooking. Take me by Sasha’s and I’ll get one of their boxed salads.”
Mom sat at her little dining table with a Cobb salad while I poured glasses of ice water for both of us. She poked a leaf into her mouth. “Is that all we were going to talk about? There should be more.”
I set the glasses as the table before I sat down. “I want to talk about you and me, and the time you spent yesterday with your hand in my package.”
Mom glanced up at me then dug into the salad again. She seemed hungry. “You didn’t complain about it yesterday, and every time I fluffed you we could work a little longer.”
“I’m not complaining now. I want you to see me, and I want you to touch me.”
“That’s good to know.” She sat up and used a paper napkin to wipe dressing off her lips. “Don’t start sending your mother dick pics, OK?”
I hadn’t thought of that. “That night in the hot tub when Aunt Deb blindfolded me, it was you who finished me, right?”
“No!” Mom put her napkin down and squirmed in her seat. “Did Deb tell you that? How would you know?”
I caught Mom’s hand and stroked it with my thumb. “I didn’t need to ask Deb. Her hands are rough, and your hands are soft. I figured it out, and it gives me a thrill just thinking about it.”
She pulled her hand away and kept her eyes on me while she made a little show of eating a piece of chicken. “So I get a kick out of getting my son hard and watching him come.” She swallowed the chicken and speared a piece of avocado. “I’m not supposed to like that any more than you are, but there it is.”
Mom had egg, bacon and green onion in one bite then greens in another before she looked up at me again. “Remember when I told you about my one-night-stand?”
“It’s hard to forget. I feel like I made a mistake.”
She offered me her salad. “Do you want some of this? I think I’m done.” I shook my head, and she carried it to the counter by the sink. “You were furious that night—at least it seemed like you were—but you had a big bulge in your jeans, and I was confused.”
I followed Mom, and she looked over her shoulder at me when I rested my hands on her hips. “I was so jealous I couldn’t stand it. If you want sex with a guy my age, then it should be with me.”
Mom wasn’t smiling when she turned around. “It’s obvious where we’re going with this. I’ve thought about it. I’ve even talked to Deb about it.
“After what we’ve already done, you and I could be lovers in the blink of an eye, but I don’t want that fear and jealousy to come along for the ride. Our relationship doesn’t have a place for it.”
My eyes traveled from Mom’s mouth, to the lines of her throat, and before I looked up, they traveled to the zipper that closed the front of her dress. “I can lose the angst—I think I already have. The lust is harder to get rid of.”
I tugged on that zipper and watched Mom’s face while I pulled it down between her breasts, over her belly, and past her naval. I touched the smooth fabric of her bra, cupped her tit, and Mom pressed herself into my hand. I stepped closer and slid that hand down over bare skin to her hip, and I pulled her against me with my hand on the small of her back.
“Eric, wait. Let me catch my breath.” She hadn’t seemed breathless until that moment. Mom pressed her hands against my chest and looked down as if maybe she wasn’t ready yet to let her son have her mouth. I waited until she looked up, and I tipped her head with my hand at the back of her neck.
Mom parted her lips with her breath on my cheek, and I touched her lips with mine—once, twice. They were warm and soft. I slipped the tip of my tongue between her teeth, and she met me with her own. We flirted: tasting, touching, and hiding again. I inhaled her scent and held her body in my arms, and Mom caught her breath when I covered her mouth with mine.
I found her tongue and explored deep along one side and then softly to the other side, caressing her. We weren’t flirting anymore. She opened her mouth to welcome me, and she stroked my tongue slowly and rhythmically. She sucked me, and I drank her.
Mom laughed softly when I turned my head to break our kiss. She kissed my ear and she kissed my neck. She slid her hand down from my chest and outlined my hard cock with her fingertips then ground the heel of her hand along its length.
Her body was supple in my arms and her breath was warm against my neck. “Show me that perfect cock.”
I opened my pants with one hand, stepped back to push my boxers down, and my cock sprung up, demanding her attention.
Mom wrapped my shaft with one hand and cradled my balls in the other, and she used her grip to turn my back to the counter. She teetered a little on her high heels when she crouched in front of me. She stroked her finger, and then her tongue over its smooth head. Her fingertips stroked the veins that stood out along its length. Her breath warmed the base of my shaft while she kissed and sucked my balls.
There was something I needed to know. “Did you suck his cock, too?”
Mom looked up but hesitated for only a moment. “In the interest of an open and honest relationship, yes, I did. But not the way I’m about to suck yours.” She focused on my shaft before her eyes met mine again. “I love you. I didn’t love him.”
I closed my eyes and moaned when Mom closed her lips around my cock. She gripped my balls and my butt cheek, and her tongue toyed with my most sensitive curves. Her lips slid down my shaft, and the head of my cock slipped over her tongue to the back of her mouth.
Mom drew my shaft out slowly, and I watched her look up at me with a string of saliva stretched between her lips and my cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Do you want me to go slow?”
“Oh God, Mom! I’m going to die if you go slow.”
She didn’t kill me. The tip of her tongue explored the head of my cock, and then caressed the length of my shaft, and she stopped with it deep in her mouth. She drew back and repeated, faster each time until she set a rhythm that drove me wild. She held me tight with her grip on my butt. Her lips stroked me, her fingers tumbled my balls.
Mom bobbed on my cock until the sensations from her mouth overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I warned her through clenched teeth. “I’m going to come.”
My shaft slipped from between her lips, and Mom pumped me with both hands. I gasped at the ceiling, and she squealed when my cum gushed onto her hands and onto her neck and chest.
Mom stroked me until I was empty and relaxed before she stood and found a dishtowel to wipe her hands. I could have melted into the floor. “You’re good at that.”
“I got a lot of practice with your dad.” She watched me while she wiped her throat and her chest. “Ron got too excited, so he didn’t get it much. I guess it’s like riding a bike. You don’t forget how to do it.”
I started to pull my boxers up, but Mom stopped me. “Can you think of anything you want to do tonight with those on?” She unbuttoned my shirt. “Or with this?”
Mom stepped back and watched while I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my boxers and jeans. I peeled my shirt off, and I was naked when she stepped close again. She touched my cock and whispered with her lips by my ear. “You’re getting hard again. Let’s go to bed.”
My hard cock had to wait. I laid back on Mom’s bed with my hands behind my head, and she disappeared into the bathroom. The bathroom light blinded me when the door opened again. I couldn’t see her, but I felt her naked body when she climbed over me.
Mom laughed when I rolled her onto the sheet. I pinned her down with my mouth over hers, and she wrapped her arms around my head while I explored her. Her tongue was eager and her breasts were soft in my hands. Her nipples stiffened between my fingers, and I broke our kiss.
“Suck me, sweetheart.” Mom pushed my head down to her tits. “Let me feed you.” I closed my mouth around her nipple and sucked. She held my head and moaned, and I rolled her nipple under my tongue. I circled her nipple and I pulled it between my lips. I sucked one tit and then the other and felt her excitement build.
Mom lifted her leg over my hip when I combed my fingers through her trimmed delta and down between her thighs. I cupped my hand between her legs and released her tit. I kissed her throat and kissed her ear.
“He went down on you, didn’t he?” My fingers were wet when I stroked them over Mom’s firm bud. “You said he did all the right things.”
She opened her eyes and searched my face by the light through the bathroom door. “He went down on me, but he wasn’t patient.”
I sniffed Mom’s nectar on my fingers and sucked it off. Her feminine scent and taste were going to be my drug. “I’ll be patient.” I kissed Mom’s belly and the inside of her thigh, and I dropped to my knees beside the bed. I wrapped my arms around her hips and immersed myself in her.
Mom writhed under my tongue almost like she were trying to escape, but I kept her in my grasp. Her breath came in gasps. She clutched my head and tension built in her muscles. I found the rhythm that set her on fire, and she rocked against my lips.
I had Mom’s taste in my mouth and her sensitive flesh under my tongue. She moved and I moved with her. Her hands slipped off my head, and she clutched at the sheet. She arched her back, twisted in my grip, and groaned at the ceiling.
Spasms rippled through Mom’s body, and she screamed my name as she came. She bucked in my arms, but I didn’t let her go until her body relaxed. Her chest heaved and her beautiful breasts rocked while she tried to catch her breath. “Oh God, Eric. Deb said you were good at that.”
Mom was lost in euphoria, and she babbled a little. “Should I shave like Deb? Would you like me better bare? I’ll do it any way you want.”
I cradled her in my arms, and she was still relaxed when I laid her in the middle of her bed. “I like yours, and I like Aunt Deb’s. You don’t need to be the same.” I rose between Mom’s knees with my cock in hand.
Mom spread her legs to welcome me, and my target glistened between her thighs. “You know, I bet if you spread your legs like this for Sly, then you could fit him in.”
“Eric! Don’t be gross.” She was laughing. Mom tried to close her legs, but I was between them. She tried to squirm away, but I held her.
She stopped laughing, stopped squirming, and she watched. I pressed the head of my cock into her, and Mom caught her breath. She tossed her head back when I thrust. I thrust again, and my shaft throbbed deep between Mom’s legs. Our bodies were joined together when I stopped to breathe and to clear my head.
I was cradled in Mom’s legs, and I moved inside her—slowly at first, but gradually faster and harder. Her legs started to slip down my sides while she gasped for breath, so I paused for a moment to hook my arms under her knees, and I plunged into her again.
We moved together in compliment. I held her, and she wrapped me. She closed her eyes and moaned for me. My cock burned inside her, and thrills ran through her while our bodies slapped together.
Mom gripped my wrists and arched her back, and then her hold on my arms slipped. She writhed helplessly under me while her climax coursed through her body.
Her complete surrender launched me far past my point of no return. I clenched my teeth and my hot essence erupted inside her. A primal urge burst from the back of my mind. I wanted to give Mom my baby. I drew back and shot deep into her again. I could give her twins. Again, until I collapsed and rolled onto the mattress.
Mom trembled in my arms, and I sheltered her from the world. I stroked her hair and kissed her face, and I drew the bedclothes around her. A moment passed before she could speak, and she lifted her lips to my ear. “In the interest of an open and honest relationship, he didn’t do anything like that.”
* * *
Mom’s text said, “I don’t want to cook. Standard Diner at six? I’ll meet you there.” Nearly a month had passed while I planned. The days grew shorter and the nights grew cooler.
She was waiting with the hostess when I got there, and I looked Mom up and down. “You look dressed for work.” She wore a conservative blouse and a tight black skirt.
“Our NAR chapter had an awards luncheon, and I shot it. I’ve been on my feet in high heels all afternoon.” The hostess picked up two menus, and we followed her to a booth in back. “I want a drink and I want to get off my feet.” She watched me while she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. “How’s Deb?”
“Haven’t you already talked to Deb? I think I’ll have the tuna grill.”
Our server stopped by the table and I asked for a beer. Mom ordered a daiquiri. “The tuna sounds good to me, too.” She lowered her voice. “I mean, how much did she leave for me? Are you going to have the energy to do a shoot tonight?”
It was my turn to lower my voice. “Aunt Deb wanted to be sure I’d remember her while I’m gone, but that was last night. I’ve had time to recover.” I looked down Mom’s cleavage. “It isn’t just a photo shoot that you’re looking for, is it?”
Mom smiled, dropped her hands into her lap and leaned forward so I could see into her conservative blouse. “No, not just a photo shoot. What did you do today?”
“We got all the personal stuff I’m not taking with me and moved it to Aunt Deb’s storage. I even found some things that were Jen’s, so I left them for her.”
Mom sat back when the server brought our drinks, and we placed our order. “You’re subletting to Jen, right? I guess it’s good you two are talking again.”
“Jen didn’t stay mad at me very long. I think she had Kent on the back burner the whole time, and he can have her. She’s moving in like now, and she’ll have it until I get back.”
We placed our order, and Mom stirred her daiquiri with her finger. “You’ve never been away for three months. This could be hard on me.”
I heard the worry in her voice, so I reached to touch her hand. “I’ll be back for Christmas.”
She knew my plans—she paid for some of them—but maybe she needed reassurance, or maybe she needed that drink. Whichever it was, Mom’s shoulders relaxed, and she smiled her way through dinner.
The evening was cool and getting dark when we walked to her car. She stopped me after I opened her door. “I have to make a quick stop before I get home, so just park on the driveway where your car is out of the way.” My car would be there ’til I got back.
I dropped my travel bag and my backpack inside the door, got a drink of water, and I was standing in the middle of the kitchen when Mom closed the door behind her. She left her camera bag on the table and stepped past me with the bottle of wine she bought. “You still have clothes on.” She opened the bottle then turned to the cabinet. “Should I bring a glass for you?”
“We can share a glass and there’s less to wash.” Her hands were full when I stepped closer and opened the next button on her conservative blouse. “You’re still dressed, too.”
She stepped back out of reach, turned, and talked over her shoulder on her way to the second bedroom. “Bring my camera bag?”
Mom started shooting as I undressed, so I undressed slowly and let her get her pictures. My cock was hard before I was out of my jeans, and Mom stepped close with her camera in one hand. She touched my chest and ran her fingers down. “Deb was right. I did good work making you.” Her fingers slipped around my cock, and she nudged me back. “Now get on the bed.”
The satin sheets were already warm under the studio lights when I stretched out. “Are these more portfolio shots?”
“These are just for me.” She shrugged. “I’ll share them with Deb.”
The thought just made me harder. “Did you ever do anything with those photos you took of me and Aunt Deb?”
Mom checked her settings before she looked up. “A little.” She found her wine glass and studied my cock while she sipped. God, how I loved it when Mom looked at me.
“I’ve found locations for production companies, so I know a few people in the porn trade.” She focused on me. “Lift your leg.” Her shutter clicked. “They shoot stills while they film, and I’d like to try that.” She stepped around the bed. “Look at me.” Her shutter clicked again. “I used those photos to show them my work.”
“On your back. Look at me like you want me.” That was easy. She knelt on the bed beside me and her shutter clicked and clicked. “They liked Deb a lot. Deb could be a model if she wanted, but I don’t think it’s on her list.”
My feelings were a little hurt. “They didn’t like me?”
“I like the pout.” The shutter clicked and she straddled my thighs. The shutter clicked again before she climbed off me.
“On your hands and knees.” The shutter clicked behind me, with my hard shaft hanging between my legs. “On your elbows. Let me see your handsome ass.” Another click.
“You’re too young for them.” I felt her fingers touch my asshole. They wandered around my balls, then she wrapped my cock in her hand. “But you’re just right for me—and for Deb, too.”
She made me groan. I didn’t think my cock could get harder, but it did. I looked back at her. “Did you get the job?”
“I did, but it won’t do me any good until they start filming again.” She slapped my butt. “I think we’re done with stills. I’ll set up the video.”
“Wait!” I climbed off the bed, caught the front of Mom’s blouse, and watched her face while I opened the last buttons. “I’m tired of being the only naked one here.” Mom bounced on the mattress and flopped back, laughing.
I straddled her thighs and laid her blouse open. I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and peeled the cups off her tits. A smile curled her lips while she watched me. “I don’t think you’re showing your Mom due respect.”
“Is that what you’re after?” I climbed off Mom and found the zipper down the side of her tight skirt. “I thought it was simpler than that.” I tugged her skirt under her and down her legs, pulled her shoes off, and her pantyhose and thong followed her skirt.
“It’s complicated, you know?” Mom turned her bra around and unhooked it. She tossed her blouse and her bra on the bed and laid back on the mattress with her hands over her head. “Respect is good, but lust is more fun.”
I stroked my hands up Mom’s thighs, bent over her to bury my nose between her legs, and inhaled her feminine scent. She laughed and pushed me away. “It was a long afternoon. You have to let me clean up.”
Mom climbed off the bed and left the bathroom door open behind her. I propped myself on my elbow to watch and listen to the tinkle of Mom’s pee in the toilet. “In the interest of an open and honest relationship, are you going to wait for me?” I think it took her a moment to realize what I was asking, and she almost laughed.
“If you find some hot chick in Rio, or Valparaiso, or Cartagena who just wants to make your day, are you going to tell her ‘No?'”
That was all the answer I needed, and it was the answer I expected. I shook my head and she finished her thought. “If I find some hot guy who wants to make my day, I’m not saying ‘No.’ Neither is Deb.” She stood up and ran water in the sink. “To be perfectly honest, we’ve already planned a night out. Maybe at Dynamo this time.”
“That’s better than The Red Zone. I don’t know as many guys who go there.” Mom wet a wash cloth and I watched her wash and then dry her pussy and her ass.
She brought the towel with her, ducked a light and checked the video camera near the foot of the bed. “That might give us a lot to talk about when you get home.” She walked around the light stands to check the video camera beside the bed, and I caught her hand and pulled her onto the warm sheet.
Mom squawked a little protest, but I rolled her over and pillowed her head on my arm. We were nearly nose-to-nose. “I think you plan on teasing me with your stories.” I stroked her breast, then ran my hand down her belly. Mom lifted her legs apart, and I combed my fingers through the dark curls between her thighs. “You’re anticipating.”
“I’ve been anticipating since this morning when Deb told me she cleaned your cum off her ceiling.”
I turned my head to laugh. “Aunt Deb’s exaggerating.” Mom’s pussy lips were slick. Her vagina yielded to my fingers.
“I want to believe that my son can shoot cum rockets to the moon, and I will.” Mom’s breath grew ragged and shallow when I explored up from her vagina to find her hardened bud. She pressed on my chest to push me away. “It’s time for some due respect. Mom’s on top.”
I rolled onto a pile of pink pillows when Mom laid her leg over me. She climbed up to straddle my hips then looked over her shoulder, to the camera at the corner of the bed. “Make sure the camera can see between your legs. Just like the photos, this video is just for me. I don’t want to use my imagination.”
Mom rose on her knees and guided my cock between her thighs. She worked its head into her, and my hard shaft pulsed in her vagina when she settled onto my hips. The soft skin on her sides already glistened under the studio lights. She ground against me, and a shiver went up her spine. “God, you feel good. I love the way you fill me.”
I cupped my hands around both of Mom’s breasts, and she covered my hands with hers. I lifted my knees apart with my heels on the sheet so the camera could see the way my cock filled her pussy.
Mom started grinding on me—slowly at first—then faster, looking for the rhythm she needed. She pushed my hands off her tits and collapsed into my arms. Her skin was hot and slick under my touch. Mom turned her head to the camera beside the bed and it saw her bite my shoulder. Her body undulated on my stiff shaft, and I heard her catch her breath.
I pushed my cock up into Mom, and she twisted in my arms. Her muscles were taught. Her climax gripped her body for a long moment, and then I stroked her hair and her skin while she melted in my arms.
She kissed my neck without lifting her head. “Did you come? I want you to come.” She laughed, and her breath brushed my throat. “I want to ride your cum rockets to the moon.”
“You’re being silly. But maybe now I have a goal.” I sat up under Mom, and my cock came out of her while she arranged her legs around me. She slipped her fingers around my wet shaft, looked at the camera beside the bed, and coaxed me around so it could see my cock standing up between us.
She breathed in my ear while she tumbled my balls with her fingers and stroked me with her other hand. “Give your mom cum rockets.”
Mom’s nipples were hard between my fingers, and I kissed her mouth. The sensations from her soft hand on my cock shot up my spine, and I threw my shoulders back. I moaned at the ceiling and caught my breath, and Mom urged me on. “Come for me, honey. Come all over me.”
I leaned back to be sure the camera could see, and Mom squealed while I shot cum rockets onto her tits and over them, all the way to her shoulders and her chin. Even under the studio lights, the room went black when I came. Mom pumped my cock until I’d emptied myself on her, and I fell back on the sheet.
Mom looked around for the towel she brought from the bathroom while I calmed my heaving chest. She sat on the edge of the bed and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her wipe me off her tits. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Exactly what I wanted.” She held the towel under her nose then offered it to me. “Do you need this?” I took the towel before I looked down. I didn’t need it—I left everything on Mom—and I watched Mom crawl across the bed to check the camera beside us.
She sunk to her elbows to free both hands, and I reached one hand to pull her butt cheek to the side. She looked back at me. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at your asshole. You know, of all Ron’s pictures, I might have liked his pictures of your asshole best. You have a pretty asshole. I wanted to lick it and hear you squeal.”
Mom laughed, but she arched her back to tip her ass up. “I like yours, too. We have a mutual appreciation club.”
I wasn’t so fascinated with Mom’s ass that I didn’t make sure the other camera had an angle before I climbed to my knees behind her. I spread both of her butt cheeks and stroked my thumb over her anus, and Mom grunted into the sheet. “It’s sensitive back there.”
Mom squealed when I pushed my lips between her cheeks and ran my wet tongue around her asshole. That was exactly what I wanted her to do. I kept one hand on her butt cheek and my tongue on her ass, and she gasped when I pushed my thumb into her wet pussy. Her elbows slipped from under her; she laid your face on the sheet and gasped for breath. Her nectar trickled down my fingers, and I swirled them over her hood.
“Eric, oh God, Eric.” Mom chanted my name. Her hands grasped the sheet and her toes curled. I pushed my knees apart to make sure the camera at the foot of the bed could see my hardened cock, and I took my tongue off Mom’s pink star to watch her come.
She lifted her head off the bed and groaned. Her pussy pulsed around my thumb. Her taint and her asshole tightened with each contraction. Mom’s spasms forced a scream through her teeth, and then she flattened herself on the sheet under me.
My intentions were open and honest. I’m sure Mom knew what they were when I lifted her hips. She got her knees under her and looked back between her tits at the hard-on in my hand. She tossed her head back when I thrust my cock between her pussy lips. I held her hips, and Mom groaned as my hard shaft slowly disappeared under her pretty, wet asshole.
I tried to block out the sounds that Mom made while I fucked her. They were too exciting to me. She squeezed her own clit and my hips slapped against her butt.
Mom came. I knew she came, but I slowed down for only a moment before I flattened her on the satin sheets and drove my shaft into her. My cock ached inside her, and her pussy tightened around me again.
I threw my head back and pounded Mom into the mattress. I couldn’t stop or slow down, and I don’t think she wanted me to. She banged the back of her head against my shoulder each time I plunged into her. The head of my cock burned inside her.
Mom’s butt squeezed under me when I pumped my essence deep inside her. I slammed against her ass, and did it again, and then again before I hooked my arm around her and rolled onto the sheet with her body in my arms.
* * *
It was still dark outside when the alarm on my cellphone went off somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor. Mom was still asleep, so I climbed off the satin-covered bed as carefully as I could. I didn’t want to wake her.
I needed to shower and get an Uber to the airport for an early flight to Houston, and then I found my bag and my backpack where I left them, and I locked the door behind me.