14 comments/ 147411 views/ 15 favorites Past Life of Mary Alice By: EloraDay Josh knew he was some kind of pervert, but he was eighteen and he figured that everyone was a pervert at eighteen. Besides, he hadn't gone looking for this shit. Just sort of stumbled across it at a friend's house when they were sitting around jerking off. They'd been doing it for years: stealing magazines, borrowing their dad's or older brother's collections, downloading what they could without being caught. Mostly they just talked about what they'd seen, but sometimes they jacked off together too – hands on each other's dicks while some chick got fucked out of her mind on screen. His mom had always been pretty cool about it – never once commenting on the magazines that he sometimes got careless with, or tried to sneak onto his computer – and maybe that should've been a clue, but it still wouldn't have prepared him to be in his friend's basement, his dick hard and twitching in his hand, when he realized that the chick getting banged on screen was his mom. He creamed all over himself right there, biting his lip so he wouldn't blurt it out, and then dealt with the razzing by his friend's for coming so fast while he zipped up and got the hell out of there. He ran all the way home and called himself a jackass because it couldn't possible be true. Sure his mom was hot, but no way would she ever be in a porno. Except that when he got past the different hair color and the fact that his mom was maybe fifteen years older now, it had really fucking looked like her. And yeah, he was a pervert, because he was already getting hard again at the thought that he could go home and watch his mom get her pussy pounded again and again and again. *** The house was dark when he walked in; mom's night out with the girls, he remembered. Probably a good thing since he was pretty much a walking boner at this point, bounding up the stairs with an urgency he wouldn't have been able to explain. His computer system was pretty sweet and almost always on, and he didn't waste any time googling the movie he'd just watched. There were pictures and lame ass descriptions that all said the same thing, and a whole shitload of movies with the same girl he'd seen. Different name, and twenty years younger, but fuck him sideways, that was totally his mom. It was clearer than ever, now that the camera was focused on her face instead of her rack or ass or cunt, and all Josh could do was stare and stare wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do with this information. Was he supposed to confront his mom? 'Yeah, me and the guys jacked off to this hot chick last night who, as it turns out, was you.' Somehow he just didn't see that as ending well. And he sure as hell couldn't tell his friends, because they already gave him shit for having a hot mom: asking him if he ever saw her in the shower, or if he ever searched her room for toys. Of course knowing the kind of assholes that they were, it was likely that they knew already and were just fucking with him, and Josh figured if that was the case, then he should have as much information as possible. And hell, that didn't sound half bad as a justification, even if his hand was shaking when he started downloading movie after movie. After movie. And Christ, over a hundred movies later, Josh thought he was going to lose his mind. Especially since she'd mostly done them all when she was eighteen and nineteen, which meant that she'd basically done a movie a week. Which meant that if Josh only watched one movie a day, he'd be watching his mom fuck for almost four months. If he could limit himself to one a day, that was. And based on his recent actions, Josh didn't think he had that kind of willpower. Which was probably why, while all those movies were downloading, he was scouring the rest of the internet for anything else he could find. It wasn't much: a couple of wholly inadequate bios, and some seriously freaking warped fansites that he devoured every single word of. He'd started jacking himself when he'd found several scenes on streaming video; his fingers shaking as he opened his pants the minute she got on screen. She was blond in these, just like she'd been in the one he'd seen at Kevin's house: hair much longer than he was used to, and kind of wavy. Her face wasn't as heavily made up in this one though: pale skin that was already flushed, pink lips that were curved in a fuck me smile. There were two guys, but like in most porn, he never saw their faces, just saw his mom as she shimmied out of her tight short shorts, her thong red and wicked over her pale smooth legs. She was wearing a little halter-top, her breasts pushing at the thin material as she sank to her knees in front of them. They had pretty respectable cocks, long and thick, and Josh couldn't help but compare them to his own as they pushed at each other, fighting to shove them into his mother's mouth. She let them fight, making greedy noises when one managed to push himself inside, sucking and drooling as she worked the other with her slim, pale hands. They were hands that had treated his scraped knees when he'd wrecked his bike and pressed against his brow when he'd been sick, and they were just as strong and capable as they'd been every time he'd seen them – short, unpainted nails and dexterous fingers. He threw his head back and groaned, low and deep as he imagined those hands on his cock rather than his own. He forced himself to slow down, to loosen his grip, knowing that if he continued at this rate he was going to jack himself raw by morning. He took a deep breath and stood, stripping out of his clothes quickly before he sat back down and looked back at the screen. His mother was on her hands and knees now, between the two men as one of them fucked into her pussy and the other fucked into her mouth. Her lips were red and swollen; her eyes half closed like she was blissed out just by the fact that she was being used like a fuck toy. When the camera cut to the cock riding her cunt, Josh had to grab his dick hard just so he wouldn't come. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, under his breath, panting along with her. She was shaved bare, and had obviously been worked over for a while, her pussy lips as red and swollen as her mouth. And she was drenched: her creamy legs slick with pussy juice as the guy's dick cleaved into her. His hands were on her hips in a bruising grip like he was afraid that she was trying to get away, even though she was fucking back into him with every thrust: greedy and grasping before she shoved her mouth forward onto the other man's cock. Josh was lightheaded with lust as he pinched his own nipples and rolled his balls in his hand, thinking back on every time his mother's mouth had touched him – soft and comforting – and how if she ever touched him with her mouth again, he might end up just coming in his jeans. Like in any porn, the scene switched suddenly, his mother going from on her knees to sitting up facing the screen, her back arching in pleasure as she sank onto the cock beneath her. This position offered a much better look at her pussy, and Jesus, her breasts, now surrounded by the twisted red fabric of her halter. She cupped them in her hands, pulling and tugging on her own nipples as she flexed her trembling thighs and sank down again and again on the cock beneath her. Her mouth was hanging open, and her voice was rough from abuse when she whispered, "Fuck me. Oh God, do it harder." It was average porn dialogue – not exactly imaginative – but it was his mother's voice through cock-swollen lips, and Josh couldn't hold himself back any more as he licked his palm and grabbed his dick. The guy beneath her obliged her command, and the low quality of the streaming video made everything a blur for a moment as the guy jammed himself into her as hard and fast as possible. His mother's voice rising in praise over the slapping sound of their hips, and Josh's hips raised off the chair as he fucked up into his own fist. He wasn't at all prepared for her to come. Wasn't prepared to see it happen almost violently in front of him as she suddenly went tense, her whole body frozen for a split second before she shuddered all over and gushed out what seemed like a gallon of come over the guy's cock, the couch, and herself. Josh came without a sound, all air sucked from his lungs as he watched his mother twitch uncontrollably from aftershocks, her body limp and pliable, making it easy for the guy beneath her to heave her into the other man's arms. The second man took her, hauling her up easily, his arms hooking under her legs as he impaled her on his cock. The first man, now up off the couch, stepped up behind her, his thick fingers moving to her ass, and Josh's dick twitched painfully when heard her moan, a low, pleading sound. "Please," she whispered, twining her arms around whomever she could reach. The guy pushed two fingers into her, fucking her hard once, twice, before breaching her with his cock. They were large men, hefting her slim frame easily as they pushed into her cunt and ass, and Josh's hand, slick with his own come, moved roughly on his still hard cock. They took her, and she let them, body trembling with every release, and when they came inside of her, she whined and clung to them, hips moving like she hadn't gotten enough. The clip ended with Josh still hard and his lips swollen from biting into them. The clip ended with a noise at the front door, his mother's keys jingling in the lock, and her footsteps on the stairs. Josh was still breathing hard, his hand still wrapped around his come-covered dick when his mom knocked on his door. "Hey Josh, you in there?" "Ye-yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah mom, I'm here." "I thought you were at Kevin's tonight." He knew she wouldn't come in unless he asked her to. Knew that she had always respected his privacy, but that didn't stop him from wanting her to walk in and see herself on screen covered in come, to see her son's cock waiting for her. Knew it was best that he never work up the nerve to ask her in. "It was pretty lame," he said, after taking a deep breath. "I decided to come home." "You're sounding pretty rough there, kid. You're not getting sick, are you?" "No," Josh said, looking at his mother's blissed out face, red mouth, full breasts and greedy cunt. "I'm not sick." "Okay, sweetie," she said after a moment. "But if you need me in the night, you come get me, okay?" "Yeah mom," he said. "I'll come get you." He heard her walk away, then clicked off the video and checked his downloads. There'd be two done in just over an hour. He tried not to think of how he could pass the time. Past Life of Mary Alice Ch. 02 "Dude, you look wiped," Kevin said, swinging a companionable arm around Josh's shoulder. "Where'd you get to this weekend?" Josh grabbed his books from his locker, and didn't turn around, suddenly afraid that he would blurt everything out right there. "I just had some stuff I had to do," he said flatly. Kevin probably would've left it alone, just let him slide, because that's what friends did, but there were a bunch of guys hanging around, and one asshole just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Probably up all night boning his mom," he said smirking, and everyone else laughed. And that was fucking it, because Josh was tired and angry and guilty because his mom had been giving him looks all weekend like she wanted to tuck him into bed and feed him soup and he didn't know whether to be comforted by it or turned on beyond all belief. He didn't even remember hitting the guy. Kevin told him later that he'd charged through the crowd like a bull and slammed the other kid up against a row of lockers about five times before he started punching him. All he remembered was struggling against Kevin and Phil, his hands sore and bright red with blood before Coach Lewis dragged him off down the hall to his office. "What the hell was that?" he asked, slamming the door behind them. Josh was still trembling with the adrenaline rush of anger and breathing heavily, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Thankfully, Coach didn't rush him, just sat on the edge of his desk with his arms folded until Josh got himself under control. He still didn't know what the hell he was supposed to say, but at least he could talk without yelling. "Sorry, Coach," he said finally. Coach raised an eyebrow and continued to wait until Josh started to squirm. "I didn't meant to --" hit him, he thought, but that wasn't entirely true. "He was talking about my mother," he said, straightening his spine. "He shouldn't have been saying stuff like that." Mostly because Josh had wanted it to be true, and he wasn't exactly sure how to handle that quite yet. But Coach nodded, as if he understood. "Automatic two day ISS for fighting," he said conversationally, and Josh let out a long breath. Because Coach wasn't asking, which meant that he wouldn't have to lie. "Yeah, okay," he said, eyes downcast so he wouldn't be so obvious in his relief. "And we're going to have to call your mom," Coach added. Josh's eyes shot up, then narrowed a bit at Coach's smirk. Because, yeah, his mom wasn't going to let him off so easy. *** In School Suspension wasn't so bad. Just boring, and a little humiliating because it was like time out for teenagers. He knew he was supposed to think about his actions, and he'd already gotten a stern lecture from the Vice Principle about fighting in school, but he couldn't think about any of that because he still couldn't stop thinking about his mom. Eighteen. She'd only been eighteen when she started doing those films, the age he was now, and he had like a million questions he wanted to ask. How had she gotten into the business? Why? How did it feel to fuck on camera? He knew her parents had died when she was young, but hadn't she had a guardian? Hadn't she had friends? What had they thought about her career? Had she been pushed or tricked into the industry? Had she been desperate? Had one of those men she'd fucked on camera been his father? His mom had never talked about his dad. She'd just said that he was a good guy who wasn't ready to be a father. Josh had never been curious enough to follow up, but now he wondered. Was the year break in her movies because she was dating his dad? And then it occurred to him: a sudden flash on insight that left him breathless. His mother had done three additional movies after that break. She'd been almost twenty-one. And later that year she'd give birth to him. Holy fucking Christ. His mother had done three movies while she'd been pregnant with him. He'd been inside her while she'd been fucking men on camera. Josh's whole body tightened with sudden desire, and he had to close his eyes and bite his lip before he did something stupid. Because all he could think about was going home to his computer and watching one of those films. All he could think of was that he'd been inside of her once while she'd been fucking, and he wanted to be there again. *** "Dude, what had you so fired up this morning?" Kevin asked, after taking pity on Josh and driving him home. And, like his mouth was completely separate from his brain, Josh heard himself say, "I want to fuck my mom." He froze in mortification, but Kevin just grinned. "Dude, everyone wants to fuck your mom. I'm pretty sure people who don't even know your mom want to fuck your mom." "Man, I'm being serious," Josh scowled, getting out of the car as they pulled up to his house. "So am I, man," Kevin said, just as solemnly, as he followed him inside. "So am I. Your mom is a full on hottie." "And I'm her son," Josh said pointedly. Kevin sprawled back on the couch, full of cool and easy grace. "Doesn't mean you're blind, man. So what's the big deal anyway? You have a wet dream about her or something?" "Or something," Josh muttered, and then figured, what the hell, he'd already gone this far. "You remember that porn we watched on Friday?" "I remember you lit out of there like your dick was on fire," Kevin replied with a smirk. Josh huffed a laugh, and then dropped down next to Kevin on the sofa. "You remember that hot chick, the blond one with the rack?" "Yeah," Kevin said dreamily, his eyes half closed. "Yeah," Josh said softly. "Now think of her with brown hair, straight and shorter. Think of her a little curvier, more filled out, and with less makeup." "Mmmm," Kevin said, shifting further into the couch, and Josh glanced down long enough to see that Kevin had a pretty good imagination and knew what he wanted to do with it. "Okay," Josh said, his voice going clipped and a little hard. "Now think of her ten years older and wearing a baseball jersey while she cheers at our little league game." And Josh saw the moment that Kevin got it, his whole body tensing up and his eyes flying open in realization. "Holy fuck!" Josh nodded. "Holy fuck!" Kevin said again, leaping to his feet. "You're mom's a total porn star!" "Not so much star, but yeah," Josh said. "Yeah. " He dropped his head back on the couch, staring blindly up at the ceiling, as Kevin stood slack-jawed in front of him. "Kind of puts a different spin on a few stray fantasies when you've seen her naked and fucked, and jacked yourself raw while doing it." "Josh," Kevin said, seriously if a little breathless. "You've got to be straight with me here, man." Kevin waited until Josh was looking at him again before he continued. "Are you telling me that you have, in this house right now, under your mother's roof, movies of her having sex." "Yeah," Josh said finally, voice rough and dry. "Yeah I do." Kevin looked almost angry for a second, his mouth going pinched and tight, and his face flushing red. "Then as a friend," Kevin said sternly, "I'm now saying that you're a fucking asshole, and why the hell didn't you say something in the first place?" Kevin was practically yelling by the end of it as he grabbed Josh's arm and yanked him off the couch. "I mean, Jesus, we've already wasted like fifteen minutes," he exclaimed, dragging Josh into his bedroom and closing the door. "What the hell?" Josh asked, but it was obvious what Kevin meant, because he was already toeing off his shoes and working on his jeans. "Well come on," Kevin said, nodding to the computer, his eyes bright with anticipation. Josh rocked back on his heels and smirked. "You're supposed to talk me out of shit like this," he said, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. "You're supposed to think I'm a pervert." "I already know you're a pervert," Kevin said, his voice muffled as he dragged off his t-shirt. "And when have I ever talked you out of anything?" He wasn't quite hard in his boxers, but he was getting there, and he was grinning wildly like Josh had given him the best present ever. Josh could help but grin back, because this was almost normal. Kevin had made this normal because they'd been friends since they were ten -- trading comic books and handjobs, ghost stories and girlfriends -- and Josh knew Kevin's body like he knew his own. Loved Kevin like a brother, and maybe this whole thing with his mom wasn't really all that weird. "You honestly think I'm going to just stand here and let you jerk off to my mom?" Josh asked lightly. "I honestly think," Kevin said cheekily, before skinning out of his boxers, "That you're totally going to join in while I jerk off to your mom." Kevin didn't have anything to be embarrassed about. Certainly not physically, with his messy black hair, tanned skin over lean muscles, and heavy cock between his legs. And not emotionally either, because it wasn't his mom. But it wasn't all that different either. Josh's mom had bandaged just as many of Kevin's hurts, had taken him camping with Josh, and had even taken care of him one year when he'd been sick and his parents had been away. They'd roamed wild in Josh's house for years, so maybe it wasn't so different for him. And maybe that was why he'd accepted it so easily from Josh. "Grab the lube," Josh said, shoving him towards the nightstand, "I'll start the show." On the way to his computer, Josh shed his clothes, almost tripping over his pants in his haste. He quickly scanned the titles, searching for one of the ones she'd done at twenty, his hand almost absently curled around his cock. "Dude, you're blocking the view. Get your skinny ass over here." Josh laughed and crossed the distance in two steps, settling on the bed next to Kevin. "We are so sick and twisted," he said, shoving a pillow behind him, and leaning back, his cock sticking out in front of him like a beacon. "I really mean that." "You're sick and twisted," Kevin replied. "I'm just watching porn." Josh opened his mouth for rebuttal, but Kevin elbowed him in the side and said, "Now shut the hell up before I fuck your face and you don't get to see any of this." And that would be a damn shame, Josh thought, as he watched him mom come on screen. One big fucking shame. Because she was still gorgeous. Filled out some from the earlier movies, her hair cut short short, like a pixie, but still more blond than he was used to. The camera panned from her recognizable smirk to beautifully full breasts and her waist that was just slightly thick around the middle. He could hear the guy behind the camera ask, "What made you come back?" as he panned down her panty covered pussy and long, long legs. He moved back up to her face as she answered. "Actually," she said wickedly, "you'll be the first to know." "Know what?" The camera zoomed back a little to see her hands caress the skin over her belly. "I'm pregnant. Four and a half months." "Jesus Christ," he heard Kevin whisper, the slick sound of his hand on his cock almost drowned out by Josh's breathing. "That's you. You're inside her." "Yeah," Josh said roughly as his mother's hands moved over her slight baby bump. "Yeah, I am." Sick and twisted, he thought again, but it didn't matter, because his mother was unhooking her bra, freeing her pregnancy large breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipples, her face flushed with pleasure. The man who stepped on screen was pale haired -- like his mother, like himself -- and he feasted on her breasts, suckling them, biting them gently as his hand caressed the bump of her stomach, and then slid easily into the dark red lace of her panties. Josh could feel Kevin next to him, the muscles in his arms bunching and flexing as he pulled rhythmically on his dick, just as Josh was doing. But Josh couldn't pull his eyes away from the screen, from his mother as she threw her head back and moaned, the man's fingers working inside her beneath the damp red fabric. "I want to taste her," Kevin said, breathless with want. "Her mouth, her skin." "She's soft," Josh said, thinking of every time her arms had come around him in a hug. "And strong." And she looked it, up there on the screen. She looked vital and powerful as the man knelt at her feet and peeled her panties down her still slim legs. He guided her to the couch, and she laid a hand on his head for a brief moment: like a benediction. The camera moved in close as the man spread her thighs, and Josh could hear Kevin's breath hitching, and then his moan. She was shaved again -- bare and clean and begging to be tasted -- and Josh yearned so badly to be the one spreading her with his tongue that he was leaning forward before he even realized it. "I bet she smells amazing," Kevin said, breaking Josh out of his daze. "She always smells good, but man." Pots and jars and bottles of mysterious creams and lotions that Josh had avoided, but he could imagine her rubbing them on her skin, could imagine the faint taste of it as his tongue touched her breast, her belly, her inner thigh. She was writhing now, spread open and moaning, thighs trembling in teasing pleasure. The man drew his mouth back from her only to plunge two fingers inside, bringing his mother up off the couch with a wordless cry. "God," Kevin said, his hand moving faster on his dick, the other cupping his balls. "God, can you imagine how tight and wet she is?" And Josh could. Could see her pussy glistening with proof of her pleasure, could see the clench of her swallowing up the man's two thick fingers. "In the last one," he started, licking his dry lips before continuing. "In the last one she was fucking a guy and a girl. The guy was in her ass and she was fucking the girl and her own cunt with a two-headed dildo. It was-it was the most amazing thing I think I've ever seen," he gritted out before gripping his cock hard as he mother shuddered and gushed, her come squirting out of her in one long stream. She trembled when she was done, and then begged with her whole body as she dragged the man on top of her and fed his cock into her pussy. "I think this is going to kill me," Kevin said roughly. "Yeah," Josh said, starting to stroke again. "Just imagine having to sleep down the hall from her after watching this. Imagine wondering if she's remembering her past life and all the men she's fucked: her fingers inside her own pussy, a vibrator against her clit. Imagine her fucking herself in the ass with a dildo, burying her head in a pillow so you don't hear her moans down the hall." And it was the wrong thing to say -- or maybe the right one -- because Kevin tensed and shouted; his come hot on Josh's stomach like a brand. "Imagine walking down the hall to her closed door in the middle of the night, hard and aching, and knowing that you can't ever do anything about it because you're her son; you got to be inside her cunt once so you can't ever be in there again. His mother was facing the screen now; her face slack with pleasure, her hands cupping her breasts. She was astride the man on the couch behind her; the only part of him that was really visible was his cock spearing up into her. He was anonymous. He could have been anyone. He could have been Josh. Taking his mother's hips in his hands, feeling her soft skin and her pulsing cunt as she came apart around him. The man's cock stuck up lewdly between her legs, rubbing against her clit, as she came again, spraying his dick and the couch and the floor with come. She grabbed his cock again; sliding it over her slippery pussy and then pushing it back inside. He almost couldn't reconcile his steady and dependable mother with this woman who couldn't seem to bear being without a cock inside of her, but he wanted to. More than anything he had ever wanted in his entire life. He wanted to see his mother come apart at the seams, trembling and shaking with the force of her own orgasm from Josh's fingers, his mouth, his cock. He wanted to see her wrecked and almost weeping with pleasure as she took him inside of her again and again and again. His own orgasm was inevitable; like a tidal wave finally crashing down over him as his mother rode the cock in her ass, and the three fingers stuffed in her cunt. He was still twitching with aftershocks when he glanced over to see Kevin already half hard again. "I'm going to hell," Josh said over his mother's moans. "Yeah," Kevin agreed, without taking his eyes off the screen. "Save me a seat." Past Life of Mary Alice Ch. 03 A/N: Transition chapter to work up to more of the good stuff:) * Kevin was a punk ass coward and left well before Josh's mom made it home. Josh wandered downstairs with him and then stayed to wait for his mom, because he knew she was going to want to talk about the ISS and he didn't want to have it in his room: air heavy with the scent of memory and the temptation of his mother's reflection in his computer screen. He did actually manage to concentrate enough to get through a chapter of chemistry, but he completely lost every train of thought he had when he heard her car pull into the driveway, his hands going white knuckled on the edges of the book. "You can do this," he murmured, closing his eyes to bolster his courage. He opened them to see his mother walking through the doorway, looking crisp and elegant, even at six o'clock on a Monday evening, in her trim black skirt and deep red blouse. He hastily tried to quell every thought that leapt into his mind about what she was wearing under them, and almost groaned aloud when he failed spectacularly. "Hey, mister," she said, hanging up her coat in the closet. "I got a call today at work." She eyed him as she closed the closet and picked up her briefcase again. Josh put his textbook on the table and stood, hands shoved in his pocket as he shifted on his feet. "Yeah, Coach said he was going to call you." "Help me fix dinner, and tell me about it." "Not much to tell," he said, following her into the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow at him before opening the refrigerator. "I'd agree with you, except that in eighteen years of being your mom, I've never been called by the school," she said, handing cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce to him. "Not for fighting anyway," she added as she grabbed a package of ground beef and shut the fridge. "This leads me to deduce with my mom-like skills that something worth telling happened." Josh shrugged and grabbed a knife, jumping slightly when his mom put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," she said, handing a cutting board to him. "You know I'm not the bad guy, right? And that I trust you to handle most things, but calls from the school are a big deal." Josh swallowed hard, unable to meet her eyes because he could feel the heat of her all down his left side, which meant that he wouldn't be able to move away from the counter anytime in the near future. "It's not a big deal," Josh finally said, voice not even close to even. "Coach didn't even lecture me on it." He could see her smile briefly out of the corner of his eye, but thankfully she moved away to take down a pan. "Then if it's not a big deal you can tell me about it. And if Coach didn't lecture you, that means I get to." Josh took a deep breath, and then the easy way out as he concentrated on keeping his hands steady while chopping. "Some guy was talking trash about a girl. She didn't deserve it and I got upset." "Is she one of your girlfriends?" "No," Josh said, realizing that he was on shaky ground, but unable to not continue. "But she's someone I like. A lot, and I just...he shouldn't have been talking about her like that." "I get that sometimes a point seems simply made with a punch to the nose, but in the real world that can often lead to a night in jail too." Yeah, I know. I just reacted, I didn't even think." "Next time think," his mother suggested, moving next to him to rummage through the cabinet for spices. She was reaching up, her shirt stretched against her sides, straining at her breasts. "They might still deserve a punch, but at least you'll be in control instead of out of it." He didn't turn quick enough to be able to avoid her eyes when she shut the cabinet and he was struck by how beautiful she was. Brown hair streaked lighter in some places, straight and thick and cut short around her face. He remembered the smell of it when he was seven, tucked up into bed with her arm around him as she read Robinson Caruso. It smelled like honey and wild berries and it was soft as butterfly's wings when it brushed up against his cheek. He wondered what it smelled like now as her lips -- wide and gorgeous and still tinged pink from the lipstick she'd put on that morning -- curled up in a smile. "You really like this girl don't you?" his mother asked, her voice soft with curiosity. "Yeah," he said roughly. "I really do." His mom trailed a hand up his arm, squeezing his shoulder before briefly -- breathtakingly -- pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You should invite her over for dinner," he heard his mom say through his haze of lust. "I'd love to meet her." Feeling ridiculous and reckless, he heard himself say. "She's a lot like you." *** "Did you do stupid stuff when you were my age?" he asked, glancing up from wiping his hands on a dishtowel. Dinner was over and he'd just finished doing the dishes as part of his penance and already his mom had files and papers spread out over the dining room table. "Of course I did," she said with a grin, her square framed glasses somehow making her even more attractive. "Everyone does stupid stuff when they're a kid." "I'm not a kid anymore," he said pointedly, as he dropped into a chair across from her. "No, I guess you're not," she agreed, nodding. "So what kind of stuff did you do?" he pressed. "I never punched a guy in the nose," she said, "so don't even think about trying to wiggle out of your punishment." Josh sighed. "Did you not just see me clean the kitchen without complaint?" he asked, waving a hand back towards the spotless counters. "And give me a break, I'm trying to learn for your experience. That's what you always tell me, isn't it?" She leaned back in her chair, removing her reading glasses to give him a long look. It didn't make his pants anymore comfortable because she was just as hot without them, but he was determined to see this through. Determined to see if she would tell him about her past. "I know this isn't a crack about my age because you're smarter than that," she said finally, her lips curving up in the beginnings of a smile. "So I'll take this at face value and say that I did a lot of stuff that I'm not proud of. I smoked and drank a lot during high school. Tried drugs. Lied about my age once so that I could get a job at a bar. Stole a coat from Niemen Marcus: it was gorgeous and cashmere, and I wore it until it was falling apart." "Doesn't sound too bad." She smiled and leaned forward. "It was a two hundred dollar coat." "Still," he said, matching her smile. She shrugged, her slim fingers playing with the glasses in front of her. "Most of the stuff that I should consider stupid I can't." "Why's that?" Josh asked, holding his breath. He watched as he put the glasses down, and reached out for him from across the table. Her hand was soft and warm and strong. "Because if I hadn't done them, then I wouldn't be here with you," she said, squeezing his hand. "And I can't think of any place I'd rather be." Josh tightened his grip, before yelling at himself to let go, then spoke before he could think better of it. "We should go out." "First," she said, putting her glasses back on and making his mouth go dry, "I have too much work to get done here. And second, we went over your punishment at dinner." "No, not tonight," Josh said quickly. "But maybe Saturday. We could get dressed up and go to that Italian place you wanted to try, and then maybe a movie. My treat." Josh remembered the first girl he ever asked out -- Patty Donahue in the sixth grade -- and knew that as much as his heart had pounded then, it was nothing compared to now. His mom narrowed her eyes at him. "Usually grounding you for the week doesn't net me dinner and a movie," she said suspiciously. "Maybe I want to thank you for all of those things you should consider stupid but don't," he said easily, but his palms were sweating. His mom chuckled, shaking her head. "Well how can I argue with that?" "Good," Josh said. "It's a date." And, because stupid seemed to be paying off so far, when he walked past her into the living room, he bent down and pressed his lips to her cheek. Soft, smooth skin, and heat from where she leaned into him. When he slept that night, he dreamed of honey and smooth thighs, and the taste of wild berries bursting in his mouth. *** Kevin was laughing at him. And not quietly either, which was drawing some stares. "You want to keep it down," he whispered, grabbing his arm tightly. "Sorry. Sorry," he said, and then burst into another wave of laughter. Josh sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, biting into a French fry while Kevin calmed down. "I shouldn't have even told you. About anything," he said meanly. Kevin wiped his eyes, still grinning. "What are best friends for?" he asked flippantly, and then stole a fry. "So let me get this straight. After all of your emo this weekend and everything that happened yesterday, you decided that the best thing for you to do was ask your mom out on a date." "She said yes," Josh said stubbornly. "Yeah, but not to you." At Josh's confused look, he continued. "She didn't say yes to Josh, she said yes to her son, which means that basically there are three things that could happen on Saturday. One," Kevin said, ticking it off on his fingers, "you try something and she thinks you're the greatest thing ever and you fuck." "I like that ending," Josh said nodding. "Least likely to most likely here, man. Two, you try something and she calls you a pervert and shoves you into therapy so fast your head's going to spin." Josh grimaced and Kevin continued. "Three, you try something and she calls you a pervert and throws you out of the house never to speak to you again." The bite of burger went down like a stone. "You really think that's what's going to happen?" "No," Kevin said leaning back in his chair and grinning. "I think you're going to puss out before you even get that far." Josh threw a fry at him. *** School dragged all week, and Josh tormented himself by refusing to watch any more of his mom's porn. Not that it didn't practically scream his name every time he walked into his bedroom, but so far he'd resisted. He hadn't resisted jacking off to the memory, and he already knew that he wasn't going to resist this. His mother's laundry. Clean and fluffed dry and sitting innocently in the dryer. Before he would've just waited until his mom was done before starting his own, but this was...well, a little too much temptation. It shouldn't have been. It was socks and t-shirts; a pair of running shorts. Plain, serviceable cotton panties and bras. No lacy bras or satin g-strings could have made his heart pound faster than touching that white cotton. His eyes closed on a groan as he imagined her pussy hidden by these tame little bikini briefs. His hands on her, touching the thin strip of elastic that teased around the edges, the way they would go see through as she got wet. The way they would look being pulled down her tanned and toned legs. Her breasts would spill out of her bra, rosy and flushed against all that white. White that was pure and innocent like a vow that Josh wanted to peel away with his teeth. And he would take her, taste every inch of her as she writhed against the white sheets of her bed, and then plunge inside of her until they'd stained away all that purity with saliva and sweat and come. He'd taken his cock out of his jeans before he'd even realized it. One hand braced on the washing machine as he stroked himself with the other, come spattering against the washing machine and the floor, and his mother's white panties. He closed his eyes and caught his breath. Then marched back upstairs and shoved the panties under his pillow. There was no way he was going to last until Saturday.