They’d been gone about half an hour and I was in the shower beating off when I lost it. That’s all I can say. I completely lost any vestige of sanity I had. I just couldn’t get my mind off of what Mom was doing. What Aunt Carol was supporting. Not to mention how risky and dangerous it was. It’s warped, I know, but I thought, well, forget what I thought. At least I had a plan, and I was going to do something.
I spent the next few hours in the closet, working on my plan. It was sick, twisted, wrong, and driving me crazy. Every time I heard a noise outside, I jumped, worried that I’d get caught. Dad had taken most of his power tools, making my job a little more difficult than I had anticipated. Even so, by noon I had finished my efforts. I looked it over, feeling an obscene sense of pride, and a whole lot of shame. I also had a seven inch spike trying to punch a hole through my zipper.
I checked the electronics for the umpteenth time. Verified everything was working on my laptop. Tested all my controls, until I was completely satisfied I’d done all I could.
Then I went down to the living room to wait.
* * * *
They didn’t get back until after two. They brought leftover Chinese food with them. Too much veggies for my taste, besides, I’d already made myself a sandwich.
At least they seemed to be in a good mood, even if Mom was draggin’ ass. She gave Aunt Carol a hug and said she was going to shower and nap. She looked like she needed both. I guess they hadn’t showered at the gym. I got a brief kiss from Mom and found myself inhaling deeply, trying to see if she smelled like cum if she’d been out sucking cocks again. Nothing but the acrid smell of sweat.
Aunt Carol gave me a look and nodded to the door.
“I’m gonna see Aunt Carol out,” I told Mom, as she headed toward her bedroom.
Outside the door, my aunt turned, and I almost ran into her. I grabbed her so I wouldn’t knock her over. She grinned.
“Enough Romeo. I did what I could. I’m gonna keep on her about the gym and eating better. I’m doing my part. I need you to step up now and deal with the mood and attitude. You’re the only one that stands half a chance of getting her head on straight. She’s down on herself right now, so you need to supply the pick-me-up. Be nice to her, and get her thinking about good things, not the past. Can you do that?”
I was still holding her, and she wasn’t pulling away. “I’ll try. I promise.”
She nodded, then reached up, pulled my head down and gave me a kiss, including just a hint of tongue. “Do your best. You won’t be sorry.”
We had a surprisingly nice day, Mom and I. I helped with a few issues around the house, and she made us dinner. We shared a bottle of wine watching a NetFlix movie. Sat beside each other on the couch. We talked a little, and God strike me dead if she didn’t avoid mentioning Dad once all evening.
It was good but had me thinking twice about my plans for the evening. Then I’d look at her mouth and think back to what she’d been doing.
“I’m going to go to bed early. I’m aching all over,” Mom said.
“Me too. Have a good night.” I gave her a quick hug, then made a dash for my bedroom.
Mom’s closet shares a wall with mine. I’d cleared that space out, and had my area set up. I brought up the laptop and turned on the webcam, which now resided inside Mom’s closet. I also opened the new portal between our closets. It was about four inches in diameter, padded around the edges, and crotch high. Exactly my crotch high.
I was trembling, scared to death. What I was doing was insane, and if it didn’t work out, I’d be in deep shit until I was eighty. But I had to do something. Something!
I took a deep breath, put on my Darth Vader helmet, and turned on the voice changer. Then I started speaking, slowly repetitively, nothing but her name.
“Winnie.” The bass in my artificially modified voice felt deep enough to shake the walls.
“Winnie.”
“Winnie.”
The webcam spotted her looking into the closet. She had an umbrella in her hand like a baseball bat. “Who’s there?” she hissed.
“Put down the umbrella, Winnie,” I said, the words coming out deep and slow.
“Is that you, Randy? If this is a joke it isn’t funny.”
“Don’t talk. Obey,” I snapped. “Put down the umbrella!” I had my fingers crossed. This had to work. It had to!
I breathed a deep sigh of relief as she set it aside. “What’s going-”
“Do Not Talk!”
She stood there, shaking in her nightgown.
“Very good, Winnie. Approach.”
She moved forward slowly, and her eyes opened wide. She finally saw the setup I’d made for her.
“On your knees, Winnie. Don’t talk, Obey.”
“I-”
“Don’t Talk! Obey! On your knees, cum-slut!”
She almost lost it, I could see her shaking. Then she moved forward, in front of the hole between our closets, and knelt down on the little padded platform I’d made for her.
“What do you-”
“Don’t talk. Suck.” This was it. The moment of truth. I poked the hardon I’d been stroking through the hole and waited.
She was looking at it, obviously still in shock.
“Don’t talk. Don’t think. Suck. Suck.” Please, Mom, I fervently prayed.
She reached out and I felt her hand on my cock for the first time that I could remember. “Suck,” I said firmly.
Her eyes looked up at the small grate I’d installed, through which I spoke. “I can’t,” she whispered.
“You can. You have. You will. This is what you want. What you need. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Suck. Open that slutty mouth and suck!”
Her hand was moving, slowly stroking me. I could see she was looking at it.
I spoke softer. “Suck, beautiful. Suck.”
She leaned forward, and pressed her lips against my shaft, peeking up at the grate before licking me, once.
“Yesss,” I said. “Suck. Suck like only you can. Suck, my lovely cum-slut. Suck.”
That was all she needed. She started sucking. And damn she was good. It was obvious she enjoyed it. It had me wondering what Dad’s problem was. She was doing this for him every week?
“Suck, my sweet. Suck it good. Suck it dry. Suck.”
Mom’s sucking wasn’t some non-interested, mechanical act. She sucked gently, bobbing her head until she took me deeper, harder. Her hand tracked her motions until she was playing, licking my shaft, sucking on my balls, kissing the head. Back inside her mouth, her tongue would tease and torture, until I was abruptly deep in her throat, feeling the pulsing around the head. Then she’d mix it up again.
It only took her about five minutes to get me off. She was phenomenal. I didn’t warn her, that wasn’t my job. I was only there to provide what she obviously needed. When I came, she didn’t hesitate to keep sucking me through my finish.