Motherfucker's Revenge - Chapter Three
"I know what we need," Mom said late Saturday afternoon as she walked into the garage.
I looked up from under the hood of my car as I'd just finished draining the oil and had started refilling it. I'd changed the oil the other two cars earlier, Mom's Volvo and Dad's BMW, and washed and waxed them. I'd vacuumed and wiped down the insides. It was all part of Dad's plan to teach me respect for the things we own or something, that and I had to pay the so-called interest on my insurance. He paid for it with his premiums and I had to pay him back, see? Interest had been Mom's idea, since she's the banker.
She didn't look like a banker just then, however. The day had turned out to be nice and sunny, and unseasonably warm, which was why I'd washed the cars, and Mom had decided to get one last afternoon out of her bikini. Not the modest one either, but the sexy one she only wore in the backyard when nobody else was around. It was bright orange with strings and not much else, the top barely covering her nipples and the thong bottom barely covering her sex. It didn't do anything for her butt except prove she didn't have so much as a mole to spoil her creamy round cheeks.
My mother pretty much belonged in a beer commercial, I thought.
"Hi…Mom," I said with a hard swallow. It could be really difficult to remember that word sometimes, and I thought she sorta wanted me to forget it once in awhile.
"We should go on a date," she said, smiling as I drank in her luscious body. She loved that sort of attention, too, at least from me.
Her perfect tits were right there, large and firm and held together only by a thin string of nylon. The pale valley between looked soft and inviting and I had the wicked thought of sliding my cock between her tits, wondering how that might feel. Her waist looked small enough that my hands could probably reach all the way around her and those round hips and smooth thighs. She made my dick hurt.
The only girl I knew who could honestly compete with my mom in the beauty department was Wendy and if I had to pick one? It would depend on which of the two I happened to be standing next to and that seemed pretty amazing considering Mom was twice the age of my girlfriend. They knew it too and competed with each other almost ruthlessly at times. Like on that day Mom had styled her blonde hair so it looked thick and wild, kind of curling at the ends the same way Wendy's did. It wouldn't surprise me if the next time I saw Wendy she'd dyed her hair blonde. I mean, that's what they were like sometimes…And now Mom wanted to go out on a date?
"You mean like to a movie?" I asked her, and Mom nodded happily.
"Yeah, dinner and a movie," she said. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Sure," I agreed. "But, um…What if someone sees us or…"
"You're my son!" She laughed. "We can go out together if we want to. People do it all the time."
"Yeah." I smiled sheepishly. "I guess so, but…" I took a deep breath because somehow I didn't think it would be quite that simple.
"But you have to ask me," Mom said, striking a sexy pose and putting on her best shy smile.
I hadn't figured her out completely yet, not even close, but I was learning some of the games she liked to play. Being the shy, innocent girlfriend was one of her favorites and she could do it pretty good, although that tiny bikini wasn't helping her act on this occasion.
"Would you, um…like to go out with me tonight, Mom?"
"Jimmy!" she pouted.
"Karen." I smiled apologetically. "Do you want to go out tonight, Karen? See a movie or…something?"
"Or something?" She giggled and turned on her hips, biting her bottom lip and killing me with her bright blue eyes.
"I mean, dinner and…" I shrugged, feeling nervous and excited and guilty all at once. Man! She could make me melt inside with her smile.
"And…?" Mom teased me, tossing her hair just like Wendy would have done it, from one shoulder to the other without any effort at all. She must have been practicing that for hours in front of a mirror. Seriously. Wendy was gonna be so pissed when she saw Mom doing it!
"And, um…Have you ever been out to the Point?" I wondered, playing my part to the hilt.
"Oh!" Her eyes widened and Mom giggled nervously. "No, but I've heard about it. Are you going to kiss me?"
"Yeah," I breathed, picking up a rag and wiping my hands. "That's what people do out there."
"What else do they do?" she softly wondered, looking up at me as I stepped close to her.
"Are you a virgin?" I asked her, putting my dirty hands on her hips and feeling her tits against my chest.
"Yeah," Mom whispered, licking her lips and sliding her hands up my back to find my shoulders.
"You won't be if we go to the Point," I promised her.
"Oh!" She blinked at me and I moved my hands so I could feel her perfect ass under my fingers.
"Do you still want to go?" I asked, falling into her eyes as I pulled her soft tummy against the bulge in my pants.
"I want to cum," she breathed, holding my neck and pulling me into a kiss.
I picked her up and Mom wrapped her legs around me as I walked us to Dad's M5 and put her on the freshly waxed hood of the BMW. She lay there like a blonde angel, panting and flushed as I unzipped my pants and worked my throbbing cock loose. I found her pussy already hot and wet with arousal as I pulled her thong aside and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit. The entrance was right where I'd left it that morning after fucking her in the shower and Mom gasped with pleasure when I split her lips and sank my cock deep into her womb.
"Fuck me," she gasped, wincing as my cock found the very bottom of her sex and only because it felt too good for her. "I love you…Fuck me hard…Fuck me, Jimmy…"
"Yeah," I agreed breathlessly, feeling my heart running away with adrenaline as I covered her body with mine.
We kissed the way we made love, with frantic urgency. Mom's hands were all over me as I held her shoulders and pumped my cock in and out of her cunt as rapidly as I could. Her legs went around my hips, her ankles crossed and her heels digging into the small of my back. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, filling her as she tickled me with hers. We drank each other's moans along with our spit and I felt her pussy spasm with her first orgasm.
"Oh Jimmy!" she groaned, shivering beneath me.
She could cum so quickly sometimes, it never ceased to amaze me, and the sensation was indescribable. The tender walls of her sex would seem to pull at my cock, grabbing me as I pulled back and then resisting as I drove into her again a second later. Mom's body shivered and her fingernails clawed at the t-shirt I wore, scratching my back through the thin cotton, but it didn't hurt. Everything felt good and I only wished we were naked so I could feel her silky skin against mine.
"Ohhh…Mom…Karen…God!" I groaned and threw myself inside her one last time as my incestuous cock erupted with a flood of semen for her precious womb.
"Yessss…" she hissed between her teeth, jerking around my cock and lifting her hips with her own climax.
Our sex had only lasted a few minutes, maybe four at the most, and I hadn't learned how to control myself yet. I just couldn't last very long, not with Mom's hot pussy wrapped tightly around my dick. If I disappointed her though, she never gave me any sign of it. She lay there obscenely happy, smiling and licking her bruised lips, staring into my eyes with a brilliant mixture of love and lust that I could appreciate, but hardly understand.
"I love you," I told her, kissing her again because I had to. The confusion would return later, the guilt as well, but there seemed to be less of that with every passing day.
"I know you do," Mom sighed, holding me close and kissing my ear. "I love you so much, Jimmy."
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"Hello?" a man answered the phone, and I knew he had to be her dad.
"Uh, Hi…Is Ginny there?" I asked hopefully.
"Hold on a second," he said, and he had a really deep voice.
I hadn't met her parents, or even seen them so far as I knew, but I probably had. The neighborhood wasn't that big and her family had moved in a long time ago. We'd lived there since I'd been a toddler.
"Who's calling?" the man asked, and I frowned at that.
"Jimmy," I replied, and then heard the scuffling sounds of the phone being covered up.
"Nope," he said a few seconds later. "Sorry, Jimmy. Ginny isn't home. You want to leave a message?"
"No," I sighed. "I'll just, um…try back later. Thanks."
And that's the way it had been going over the last few days, ever since I'd driven Ginny home for lunch and popped her cherry and sorta accidentally on purpose cum inside her after I'd promised not to. She wouldn't talk to me or return my calls or anything. It really bummed me out too because I felt something for the girl. I wasn't exactly sure what yet, but definitely something and I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to see her and understand what it meant, you know?
"Did you wash the car today?" my own dad asked me as he walked into the kitchen.
"Uh, yeah." I nodded. "Why?"
"There's a big spot on the hood," he told me. "You spill something?"
"Oh, um…" I shrugged and even though I knew that Dad knew I was fucking his wife, and that he didn't mind, it still felt too weird to talk about it with him.
"Are you taking Karen out tonight?" he wondered, and obviously he had no problems bringing the subject up.
"Yeah, we're gonna have like a real date," I said slowly. "I think."
"Okay." He opened the refrigerator and found a bottle of beer. "Do you need money for a room or anything?"
"A room?"
"Yeah." He grinned at me and reached for his wallet. "Take her to a nice one. Spoil her, she deserves it."
"Okay." I nodded dumbly as he handed me three crisp hundred dollar bills. "Thanks, Dad."
"But make sure you clean up that stain before you go," he told me with a chuckle. "Oh, and next time…"
"Yeah?" I knew I was blushing.
"Use your car, okay?" he told me with a wink. "Your mom won't know the difference."
"Okay." I laughed nervously and Dad clapped me on the shoulder as he wandered towards the den and the college football season.
I needed a shower, but Mom was soaking in her bathtub anyway and would be for another hour probably, so I had time to wash Dad's car…again. Mom had left a perfect buttprint on the black paint and it actually looked kind of cool. I almost hated to wash it away, but she'd spilled a lot of girl juice too and I had no idea what cum might do to a car, but I'd just waxed it, so…
"Hey, Motherfucker!" Wendy called out with a grin, and I hadn't heard her coming.
She had her own car, a little red Volkswagen, but she hardly ever drove it. Wendy was like the worst driver in the world, believe me, and her dad kept taking away her license because she could get a speeding ticket backing out of the driveway…if she didn't run over a mailbox first.
"Stop calling me that," I said, kneeling on the cement and reaching for the bucket I'd sorta tossed under the workbench with all the other junk. I'd be cleaning out the garage again soon, so I didn't care. Another interest payment, you know?
click – click- click
I turned my head just enough to see Wendy's feet in a pair of leather shoes, those stiletto kind and she sounded like ticking time bomb as she walked across the garage.
click – click – click
"Guess who!" She giggled as she dropped her red cheer skirt over my head. I felt Wendy's knees against my back, her thighs against my shoulders, and her crotch rubbing the back of my head. She pulled her skirt tight so that I wore it like a mask, if you can imagine such a thing.
"The biggest slut in school?" I offered, and that got a pout out of her as I pushed her skirt out of the way and stood up.
"That's not a nice thing to say to your girlfriend."
"You're my dad's girlfriend, remember?" I started walking away, heading towards the faucet outside.
"Why do you treat me like this?" Wendy sighed, lifting her hands with obvious exasperation.
"Uhhh…Let me think…" I chuckled and shook my head, wondering why she'd be wearing heels with her cheerleader outfit. I had to admit they looked awesome though. Wendy gave good feet.
"Jimmy! I've been trying to make-up with you all week!" she said, following me like the world's most beautiful puppy. "Why do you have to be so mean all the time?"
"Did you ever think maybe I don't wanna forgive you?" I asked her seriously, stopping so I could face her.
"No," Wendy replied with a blank look.
"Okay." I shrugged and started walking across the patio. "Dad's in the den watching the Huskies lose. Hey! Maybe you can go cheer him up."
"Ha-ha! You're so funny." She rolled her sapphire eyes and they looked more blue than black under the bright afternoon sun. Usually they didn't.
Wendy had come over right after her cheerleading practice. I knew that because she'd told me she would for one thing, but also because she still wore her outfit and it made my heart ache. My cheerleader girlfriend was hot and adorable and I just wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be nice to her and tell Wendy how gorgeous she looked, how much I'd missed her after less than a day of being apart. I wanted to forgive her, but I couldn't.
"I love you, Jimmy," she said, reaching for my arm as I placed the bucket on the uneven brickwork that surrounded the swimming pool. "Look at me!"
"What?" I sighed, standing straight…standing up to her. "I don't even know who we are anymore, Wendy."
"We're the same as we always were," she told me, putting her hands on my shoulders and I wanted to believe her. "I've always loved you, that hasn't changed, and you love me. I know you do."
"You can't love me and have sex with someone else," I said. "Can't you understand that?"
"Why not?" Wendy lifted her eyebrows. "You're doing it."
"I am not!" I blinked at her.
"Jimmy!" She giggled. "You're fucking your own mom."
"But that's…"
"Different?" She made a face at me, pulling herself closer so I could feel her body against mine. "You love me and you're fucking her. Do you love her too?"
"Wendy…" I swallowed hard.
"I know you do," she said with a smile as my hands went to her hips. "That's the kind of guy you are. That's why I love you so much."
"I don't love her the same," I said, but I could hear the lie just as plainly as Wendy could and she sighed.
"It's alright to love her," she whispered. "You don't have to pretend with me, okay? That's what I'm trying to tell you."
"Tell me what?" I'd already pulled her close enough to grind my hard cock against her pussy through our clothes.
"That I love you," Wendy breathed into my mouth, following the words with her tongue and we kissed for half a minute probably.
I grabbed her ass, tugging the nylon skirt out of the way so I could squeeze Wendy's butt though her cheer shorts. I wanted to yank them down and put the girl on her back. We were practically fucking right there by the side of the house and it would have been the perfect day for it. A bright, warm day with the pool and the bushes and the shade from the old maple trees. It seemed like paradise and I had Wendy in my arms and…
"Make love to me," she whispered, dragging her open mouth along my jaw until she could kiss my ear. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me like you fuck her."
"N-No…" I blinked and lifted my head, feeling dizzy as Wendy kissed my neck.
"Just take it out," Wendy said, sliding her hand between us in search of my zipper. "We can do it right here."
"Stop…I can't…Wendy, um…No!"
"What?" She stared at me, red faced and blinking her eyes, panting for air and pressing her hand between her thighs.
"I don't want to have sex with you," I said with a hard swallow. "I just wanna wash the car."
"God!" Wendy laughed breathlessly and I really thought she'd be mad at me, but she wasn't. "Okay. Fine, Jimmy. I can wait. You want me to prove it? I'll show you," she said, speaking softly and more to herself, I thought. "You're gonna fuck me someday, you'll see."
I watched her walk away while I filled the bucket and splashed water on my face. Wendy would be heading for the den and my dad was about to get the fuck of his life, I figured. She'd do it just to spite me and I shouldn't have felt jealous, but I did. This so-called deal that my parents had arranged with my girlfriend kind of sucked for me, just because I didn't understand it. I really didn't. I'd always thought that sex equals love. I mean, I know they're different, but I think it's a choice too. They can be the same thing if you want them to be…Otherwise, what's the point?
They call it making love for a reason, right? Casual sex? What's that supposed to mean? Call me old fashioned or something, but I liked the idea of being monogamous. Getting married and making love to the same woman for fifty years sounded fine to me. Even if it got really boring. Even when we got old and fat and had children and grandchildren and grey hair; we'd do all that stuff together. And when I wanted to fuck a different woman? That's why God invented jerking off in the shower. It didn't mean I had to find one!
The problem was that my life seemed to be headed in the completely opposite direction and I didn't know how to stop it. Telling Wendy no wasn't the solution. I loved her. But I was fucking my mom and the more we did it, the more I loved her too…and not in the good way. And Ginny? I was so worried about her that my stomach hurt and I didn't know if that was love or not, but she happened to be the one girl out of all of them that felt special to me…Except Ginny wouldn't even take my phone calls! And Kyle…Kylie…He was a fag and now he'd somehow become my other girlfriend, which had been another choice I'd let someone else make for me.
Kylie loved me; Ginny hated me; Mom owned me; and Wendy…She was killing me!
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"Well, that's not the sort of thing a girl wants to talk about on a date, Jimmy." Mom laughed lightly and stroked my leg as I drove her Volvo. We were headed downtown for dinner and a movie, and later on a room at the Hyatt courtesy of my dad.
"I know, but…" I glanced at her. "Can't you just be my mom for a little bit?"
"I'll always be your mom," she said, squeezing my thigh affectionately and that didn't seem to be a good sign.
"And not get mad?" I continued slowly.
"Mad?" She narrowed her eyes. "Just tell me what's bothering you."
At least she'd finally turned serious and I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite my nervousness.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," I confessed.
"Jimmy," Mom sighed happily, and her hand slid higher, across my crotch and up to my stomach. "That's not going to make me mad. I'm in love with you."
"Really? Um…" I already knew that. "But I don't want to love you like that. Like this…" I looked at her hand as it slipped down to squeeze my cock gently. "I just want you to be my mom, I think."
"Oh!" She jerked her hand away like I'd burned her fingers.
"I mean, you're amazing! God!" I gave her my eyes so she could see the truth. "You're beautiful and incredible and…I dunno what I feel, but I know I can't marry you."
"That's what's bothering you?" Mom asked softly. "You want to marry me?"
"Uh…" I laughed and shook my head. "I don't know. I never thought about it. I just know I can't, see?"
"People can be in love without being married," she said. "It happens all the time."
"I know, but I don't think I want to be one of them."
"It's because I'm your mom, isn't it?" she sighed, and I thought that had to be the biggest understatement of all time.
Her being my mom affected everything. It was like the universe, you know? We existed inside that relationship and no matter where we went or how far we traveled, no matter what we did with our lives, we'd never be able to escape it.
"I don't want to love Karen more than I love my mom," I told her, thinking that probably made no sense whatsoever, but it's all I had.
"But you can love Wendy more than me," she said. "Is that it?"
"What? No," I sighed, realizing she'd missed the point. "She's got nothing to do with this, okay?"
"I know you love her." Mom shrugged and looked out the window, turning her head so she wouldn't have to look at me.
I'd made her angry and I should have known better. I should have talked to my dad first. I could have explained it to him a lot easier and he'd know what to do. He knew my mom a lot better than I did and I'd screwed it up. Mom was pissed and thought I was dumping her for Wendy or something. I didn't know what she thought, to tell the truth, but the car felt awfully cold just then.
Sometimes I wished I'd been born one of those heartless selfish womanizing bastards all those chicks on Oprah complain about. What would that be like, I wondered, to have the balls to tell a woman, "I don't care." I couldn't even imagine it and Wendy had been right, I did love too much. Too easily. And it was going to make me miserable in the end, I could feel it. I felt miserable already.
"Mom," I tried softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"
She ignored me.
I cleared my throat. "I love you, Karen, and, uh...I didn't mean to hurt you."
She turned to me and smiled, putting her hand back on my thigh and giving me a loving squeeze. "I know you didn't," she said. "I love you too, Jimmy. You're just a little confused right now, that's all."
Talk about an understatement!
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Dinner was served on a fancy cart by a bellboy. Prime rib and all the trimmings, chocolate mousse, and champagne with a romantic candle to set the mood. I tipped the guy twenty bucks and he couldn't have been more than a year or two older than me. He gave me a big grin after seeing my mom lounging in a hotel bathrobe on the bed. It didn't embarrass me at all either and Mom thought it was perfect.
"He knows I'm going to fuck your brains out," she whispered, and we ate with the anticipation growing relentlessly between us. We'd decided to skip everything and go straight to the hotel. Mom wanted to teach me about make-up sex after our little lover's quarrel in the car.
The champagne, two bottles of that Dom Perignon stuff, had a better kick than I thought it would and I felt a bit buzzed. Mom too maybe as I knew she wasn't much of a drinker at all. We were sitting close together, picking at the prime rib and vegetables, feeding each other and laughing. We talked about each other, how beautiful Mom looked and how she liked my handsome face and dark eyes. We avoided anything serious and no doubts could pass my lips or cloud my heart. I'd surrendered completely.
I'd fallen back into the hole. Fallen in love with my mom all over again, and deeper this time. I had thoughts of spending my life with her. Nothing specific, no real plans, just that general idea that we'd be alone together, in our own place with nobody to come between us. The champagne did it. The candle and the luxurious hotel room, the view of downtown and the waterfront with the moon cutting a silver swath across the vast emptiness below. My mother did it. Karen and her infectious smile and brilliant blue eyes, and the warmth of her personality as much as her flawless body.
The moment overwhelmed me. All of everything and all at once as she kissed me.
"Like this…" Mom giggled as she lay on the bed completely naked.
She had her arms spread and even like that her firm, round breasts jutted proudly from her svelte form. Her dark nipples were swollen and pointing at the ceiling while Mom bent her knees and rubbed her thighs together, playing her delicate pink toes along her calves and teasing me with her spectacular smile and sparkling eyes. On her best day, I thought, Helen of Troy had never looked so good as my sexy mother.
"Here?" I asked with a grin, holding the plate in my one hand and a spoon with the other.
"Uh-huh!" She laughed again as I tapped the spoon against her left nipple, covering it with a dollop of rich chocolate. I did the same with her right nipple and then added white whipped cream to each of them.
We ate our dessert that way, with my mouth covering her breasts to nurse on Mom's mousse covered nipples one at a time. The satin texture and succulent flavor filled my mouth and I kissed her, sharing the chocolate and cream between our tongues. I held her perfect tits in my hands while she cradled my head and we were making love, of that I had no doubt. I spent ten minutes washing her skin and feeding her, French kissing the woman with every ounce of passion I possessed.
"What are you doing now?" Mom wondered, smiling and watching as I spooned the remaining dessert into the valley between her breasts.
"I'll show you," I breathed, scraping the plate to get as much of the mousse as I could and then letting the china fall carelessly to the carpet as I moved.
"Ohhhh…" she sighed happily as I straddled her tummy with my knees. My cock stood long and thick, already wet at the tip and I pushed Mom's tits together, squeezing the mousse and spreading it into a dark stain with white creamy splotches.
"I love your tits," I told her, feeling nothing of my usual shyness. I trusted her not to laugh or refuse me. I loved her as I inched forward on my knees and slipped my cock into the chocolate tunnel her cleavage had become.
"Yeah…Like that…Fuck my tits…" Mom agreed, replacing my hands with hers, pushing her firm breasts together around my cock.
The dark chocolate grew lighter as it mixed with the whipped cream and a thin sort of froth began to spill down Mom's tummy and around her neck. She'd grown warmer, her body radiating heat, and it began to melt the mousse even as I pushed and pulled my erection through the mess. Mom lifted her head and I helped her, slipping my fingers into her golden hair and pulling her mouth closer to the head of my cock.
She licked my sweet cockhead as I thrust forward with my hips, swiping her tongue across the smooth glans and savoring the mousse as I pulled back. It felt almost like fucking her pussy, but very different as well. The chocolate felt soft and slippery and her tits were amazingly firm. Mom would spread her fingers across the top, ensuring my throbbing cock remained where it belonged, fucking her beautiful body, and we did that until our impatience got the better of us.
I groaned between gritted teeth when Mom let go of her tits and found my ass with her hands, pulling me forward until my erection found her lips. She opened eagerly, watching my face as her tongue swirled around my mousse covered cock. I moved forward another few inches, enough so she could rest her head on the pillow and I held the headboard as I began to fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. In and out, I watched the swollen shaft of my prick stretch my mother's loving lips and I let her guide me. She pushed and pulled my hips, finding the rhythm she liked and it felt like heaven for me.
My balls slapped her chin as Mom's throat opened without warning and every inch of my cock slipped into her mouth and throat. I gasped and blinked my eyes against the intense pleasure. Her throat gripped me like a baby's fist, so small and tight and delicate, stretching around my cock so that I could see the graceful curve of her neck distending outward. She did that several times, until I had to warn her that I'd cum if she didn't stop.
"Make love to me now," she whispered, pushing me down her body and I wanted the same thing.
I entered her sex easily, kissing my mom while my urgent cock slipped once more into the familiar warmth of her womb. My chest fell on her chocolate covered breasts and I felt her hard nipples against my skin, perhaps even her heart beating in time with mine while we moved together. Mom wrapped her legs around me and this position was by far our favorite. We could kiss and watch each other's eyes while our bodies were joined. I could see the flicker of lust in her eyes when Mom started cumming and I joined her immediately.
"I love you, Karen," I told her, over and over, repeating the same three words that my mother offered me.
My cock jerked inside her, spilling my seed to mix with her own oily juices. I felt lost and found and loved in her arms and even if I didn't understand it, I had no choice but to accept those feelings. Whatever I'd tried to tell her in the car, and I could barely remember the words at all, it didn't matter anymore. In that moment I loved Karen more than I loved my mother and she didn't seem to mind that at all.