“Go to your room, Mom.”
She looked at me, surprised, then smiled. “Yes, sir!”
It took her a good half-hour to drain me again. “You are amazing, my sexy little cum-slut.”
She giggled, still playing with my dwindling cock. “That all I want to be. Amazing for you. Your loving cum-slut.”
I closed the door, shut down the electronics and waited for Mom outside her door. She took my hand and we walked back to the living room.
“What do you want to do tonight?” I asked.
“Just relax with my boy. I made you lasagna.”
“Your good lasagna?”
She nodded. “I made a lot. Tomorrow’s my cheat day, so we’ll be having it for dinner.”
We ate and I stuffed myself, while she pecked away at her boneless, skinless chicken breast. Then we parked ourselves on the couch. Mom was getting pretty brazen, cuddled up to me, her hand in my lap. Her fingers were doing doodles on my crotch. Midway through the second episode, I was hard as a rock.
“Short break?” Mom asked, her finger running up and down my shaft.
“That works for me.”
“Meet you back here?”
“Perfect.”
We almost ran to our respective bedrooms. I didn’t even bother with the electronics, and Mom didn’t say a word. I stuck my cock in the hole and sighed as Mom’s mouth engulfed it.
Half an hour later we were back on the couch, cuddled up. “I love you so much, Randy,” Mom whispered.
“I know Mom. You sure know how to show it.”
“You too, sweetie. And I mean that in the most literal sense. Sweetie.”
That was as close as talking about it as we’d come.
We laid down on the couch together, Mom in front of me. I was holding her, and letting my hands wander more than I should. It’s not like she was going to stop me.
“I love this,” I told her, my hand inside her shirt, playing with her big tits.
“Me too, baby boy. Me too. Let me know if you need a break.”
She pushed her butt back against me, wiggling it against my erection. I have no idea how it was possible, but I was hard for her again. “In a bit. I don’t want to move right now. I’m too happy.”
Mom purred as I nudged my cock back and forth between her ass cheeks. Her nipples were like thimbles, almost as big, and possibly harder. I was nuzzling her neck, and considering breaking all of our unspoken rules.
“Can you keep a secret, Randy?” Mom whispered.
“You know I can,” I told her.
“This is a big one, nobody can know. Not my sister, not anybody. It’s very important to me.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Mom. I swear.”
She turned, taking my hand and putting two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them while staring into my eyes. When she stopped, I covered her mouth with mine. My hand drifted down to fondle her ass.
When I finished kissing her, she smiled, then moved my hand. “Behave, baby boy. There are rules you know.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She cuddled into me. “My secret …”
“Tell me, I can keep it.”
“It’s you. You’re my secret. You’re my reward at goal. When I’ve reached my goal, I get you. Completely. Only when I’m worthy of you. Only then.”
She looked up at me nervously, blushing.
“Best. Goal. Ever,” I said.
“Really? You’re not mad?”
“Mad, are you crazy? I love you, Mom. I’m gonna be whatever you need. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you sane and happy. And if that means being your goal, well, I couldn’t be happier.”
“You do make me happy, Randy. I haven’t been this happy, in, well hell, I can’t remember. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna be worthy of you, you’ll see.”
“That’s silly, Mom, you’re already worthy of me, and so much more.”
She shook her head, running her hand down my body, stopping with it on top of my aching cock. “I’m not. And I don’t want you saying I am. I need to be happy with how I look, how I feel, before I can be totally happy with … you know.”
“I’ll wait. And I’ll cheer you on, and be whatever you need on your journey.”
“Promise?”
I nodded. “I need you to go your room now, Mom. And don’t dawdle.”
“Yes, sir.” I got a brief kiss before we hurried down the hall so I could be between my Mom’s wonderful lips again. And again.
* * * *
I awoke to a bell ringing. It took me a few moments to get my bearings. Then I heard it again. I got up and saw there was an old fashioned dinner bell in my closet, up near the ceiling. I’d never noticed it. While I was approaching it rang again.
Dang, Mom was a tricky one.
Dashing across the hall, I took a quick leak and cleaned myself up. The bell was ringing almost constantly when I got back to the room. I turned on the electronics and saw Mom was kneeling on her platform, tugging a rope.
I opened the little dividing door and presented myself to her.
Whatever Mom needed, I’d promised. And I meant it. Not that it was an onerous task.
Once Mom had finished sucking me dry, I met her out in the hallway. “Sorry if I woke you. I’ve got an early session with my trainer. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Mom, you can wake me anytime.”
She blushed. “Behave, Randy. No talk about … that, until I’ve made goal, Okay?”
“Whatever you want, Mom.”
She nodded. “Things are perfect as they are now, let’s not mess it up. I love what’s happening, but I want – no, I need us to stick to the rules, alright?”
I guess that even though the rules were unwritten, they were unwritten in stone.
“Understood. Have a great workout. I’m gonna do a little studying until you get back.”
I got a quick kiss, and then Mom was out the door, and I was alone.
For about half an hour.
Aunt Carol walked in on me cleaning up after breakfast. She sat down at the kitchen table and looked pissed. “What’s going on, Randy?”
“Nothing’s going on, Aunt Carol. Mom’s at the gym. Can I get you something to eat?”
“I know damn well where my sister is. What I want to know is why she’s higher than a kite, walking on water. And why you’ve visited three times in seven days. What the hell is going on?”
There was no way I was going to break Mom’s confidence. Not a chance in hell. “You told me to take care of her attitude, and you’d get her in the gym. It seems like we’re both doing our jobs. I think you’d be happy.”
She took a moment to respond. “I am happy for her. But I don’t understand the one-eighty turnaround. I haven’t seen her like this in ages. And I mean ages, decades. Something is going on, I know it. And you’re going to tell me.”
“Aunt Carol, I love you like family-”
“I am family, you jerk.”
“Like I said, I love you, but she’s my Mom. All I’m doing is whatever she needs to be happy. If you want details, you’re going to have to get them from her.”
“But she won’t tell me anything. She just smiles and says she’s got a secret!”
“At least she’s smiling. Leave it alone. Be happy for her,” I insisted.
She glared at me. “I know damn well something weird is going on, and I’m gonna get to the bottom of this. You can count on that.”
“Aunt Carol, you remember telling me you owed me? That you’d make sure I didn’t regret helping her. I’m telling you, leave it alone. She’s happy, support her. Don’t try to mess things up.”
She didn’t look like she had any intention of giving up. Then her eyes opened wide. “My God, you’re not sleeping with your mother are you?”
“Of course not! Where do you get off accusing me of something like that? What the hell is wrong with you?” My righteous indignation may have been a little tainted, but I spoke the truth.
She sighed, and her whole body slumped. “I’m sorry. I know how ridiculous that sounds. Hell, if she was having sex, her husband would still be around. It’s just, it’s so abrupt. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Aunt Carol, you wanna go back to my bedroom and fuck?”
“What!? What the fuck, Randy! You don’t go around saying things like that! I’m your aunt for Christ’s sake,” she was yelling by the end of her rant.
“Alright. I’ll take that as a not yet. But think for a second. If I was going to be fucking my family, don’t you think I’d choose the hot sister? And if I did proposition Mom, how do you think she’d respond?”