As the boys disappeared into the cabana to shower up, Elliott pulled his pants back on and retreated into the house, unsure of what to do. He closed the sliding door behind him and was just turning when his mother’s voice reached him.
“Elliott?”
He looked up, seeing his mother hugging the wall at the top of the stairwell as she craned her head around the corner. “Yes, Mom?”
“Honey, could you be a dear and make a quick run to the store for me. Just take some money from my purse and the keys are by the front door.”
“Oh, okay. What do you want me to get?”
“Grab a couple of bags of chips, whatever you think the boys might like. And get some of those Red Bull drinks too.”
“The energy drink?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Red Bull.”
“Uh, how many? Just one for each of them for lunch?”
“Uh, no. Maybe you should get more than that, in case they get thirsty later.”
Elliott started pondering what she meant by ‘later’, and what was going to happen between now and then that might make them thirsty. “Okay. How many then?”
“Well, do you know if they come in a case of twenty-four?”
Elliott’s eyes opened wide at the thought of those guys with a case of Red Bull inside them. “I uh… I’m not sure, but I can look.”
“Okay, good. Twenty-four should be fine. And see if they have them cold. Make sure you get some cold ones. And, oh yeah, get something for yourself, if there’s something else you want.” Tanya paused as Elliott nodded. “Great. I’m just gonna take a quick shower. I should be done by the time you get back and then we can get lunch together. Thanks, sweetie.” She put her hand to her mouth and blew him a kiss before stepping back and disappearing from view.
Elliott had been worried that things would be awkward when he and his mother came face to face again, but that cute little smile on her face as she blew him that kiss set him at ease, letting him know everything was okay. He’d have hated it if they both had to deal with each other day in and day out while being riddled with guilt. That windblown kiss and the brightness in his mother’s eyes let him know he had nothing to worry about. He actually felt the anxiety wash out of him, for which he was grateful.
He took a few bills from her purse and grabbed the keys to the SUV. Opening the garage door, he backed out past Jamal’s van and headed the short distance to the variety store, the same one where he and his mother had confronted the bullies yesterday. He couldn’t believe so much had happened in such a short time. His mother had met them for the first time less than twenty-fours ago, and now they were treating her like their cum-hungry bitch. But he noticed she wasn’t complaining-no siree, not at all.
Elliott was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm when he went off in his mother’s mouth. The feeling had been even more amazing than he’d dreamed, and watching her eagerly swallow his cum was incredible. Elliott was rapidly starting to realize what Jamal had meant when he said he ‘could do things for him’. And if it was more of that, Elliott knew he was all in.
When he got to the store he asked if they had a case of Red Bull in the cooler, and he was happy to find out that there was full case in the storage fridge in the back of the store. The owner was happy to have it taken off his hands. Elliott grabbed a couple of bags of chips and some Doritos for himself and was back home in no time. He slid the case of Red Bull in the spare fridge in the garage and made his way to the kitchen, where he stuck six cans of the stuff into the fridge there.
He was anxious to see what the boys had in store for his mother next, and he was just as keen to have them ‘fuel up’ on Red Bull, if that’s what they wanted to do. He gathered up plates, silverware, and napkins and took them out to the patio table, distributing then around in five settings. He decided to wait until the boys came out from showering in the cabana before asking them what they wanted to drink.
He was just taking the pasta salad out of the fridge when he heard voices coming from outside. He looked up to see the three boys come out of the cabana and walk over to the table after placing their bathing suits and towels to dry on hooks on the side of the building. He noticed they’d all donned their jeans, but all three were shirtless. Their jeans hung low on their hips, not one inch of underwear in sight, letting him know they were going commando.
Elliott was envious of their muscular physiques. Each one had defined abs like people in ads for gyms, and both Gunner and Jamal had powerful looking chests, with pronounced pecs that looked like plates of body armor. Even Zeke, with a slightly smaller build, still had prominent muscles in his shoulders and arms. Elliott knew that when it came to having a muscular body like those guys, he’d been dealt a bad hand from the start. With a disgruntled shrug of his shoulders, he made his way outside.
“Hey guys, what would you like to drink with lunch?”
“What’ve you got? Still no beer, I guess,” Zeke responded.
“Uh no. Sorry. We’ve got Coke and Dr Pepper, and we’ve got some Red Bull now too.”
“Red Bull?” Jamal said as he looked at Elliott questioningly. “I thought you didn’t have anything like that in the house.”
Elliott shrugged. “We didn’t. My mom asked me to drive to the store and get some just now.”
“Nice. Smart woman. How many did you get, one for each of us?”
“Uh no, she asked me to get a whole case. Twenty-four.”
Jamal had a sly smile on his face as he looked over at his two pals before returning his attention to Elliott. “That was very thoughtful of her to ask you to do that. I think she deserves a present in return, don’t you think so, guys?”
“Definitely,” Gunner replied.
“She deserves a present that’s nice and big after being so thoughtful,” Zeke said as he gave Gunner a playful punch in the shoulder.
“Yes, I think you’re right,” Jamal said. “We’ll definitely give her something big.” He turned back to Elliott. “That’s great to know you’ve got that on hand, but a Coke is fine for now. We might need The Bull a little later.” He gave Elliott a sly wink as he said that.
The other two chose Cokes as well. “Okay, Cokes all around. I’ll be back in a minute.” Elliott had just gotten some glasses filled with ice when his mother’s voice reached him.
“Thanks for getting started on things, dear.” He looked up as his mother came bounding down the stairs, her shapely body clad in her yellow dress again. “I tried to hurry through my shower. My hair’s still a bit damp.”
Her hair was down now, released from the scrunchie she’d been wearing when she was in the pool, and when she’d had her hair pulled back in the hot tub when she was having her mouth worked over by the bullies. It shone gloriously, the lustrous blonde highlights catching the light beautifully, a few of the tips still damp as they clung to her bare shoulders. It fell past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face attractively.
Elliott noticed that she’d quickly touched up her makeup too. She’d brushed on some bronzy-pink eye shadow and applied some mascara, which made her already long lashes look even longer. Her lips had a coating of pink gloss that made them look wet and inviting. It struck him as funny that he was already looking at her mouth that way, having dumped a load of cum into it just a short time ago.
But it wasn’t just the way she was dressed or how her hair looked, there was something different about her. She looked so alive, and seemed to be almost… he couldn’t find the right word to describe it, but ‘glowing’ was the closest thing that came to mind.
“Were you able to get the drinks I asked you to get, sweetheart?” she asked as she joined him at the granite-topped island.
“Uh, yeah. They actually had a whole case in one of their big coolers. I put the whole case in the fridge in the garage and brought in six for now.” He pointed to the fridge as he popped open the cans of Coke he’d already retrieved.
“That’s great. The boys didn’t want them?” she asked as she watched him pour the Cokes into their glasses.
“No, they just wanted Cokes right now.” He couldn’t help but notice that she had a bit of a disappointed look on her face. “But Jamal said they might want the Red Bull later.” Her lips turned up in knowing smile after he said that.
She grabbed a big spoon and popped the lid off the pasta salad as Elliott pulled out a serving tray. He placed four iced-filled glasses on the tray, three with Coke and one Dr Pepper for himself. “What would you like to drink, Mom?”
“I’ve got an open bottle of sangria in there. I think that would be nice.”
Elliott switched up his mother’s tumbler for a big wine glass and poured the chilled fruity wine over ice for her, adding it to the tray. The boys were sitting around the patio table talking quietly as he made his way towards them and passed their drinks around and set out the plates and silverwear, the table shaded by the retractable canopy that projected from the side of the house.
Their attention was diverted as Tanya approached the table, loaded down with a large bowl in one hand and a big serving spoon in the other.
“Who’d like some pasta salad?” she asked as she stopped next to Jamal. Instinctively, she knew he was in charge and started serving him first, spooning the food onto his plate. “Elliott, could you go in and get the chips, please. I’ve already put them in bowls. Thank you, dear.”
Elliott strode back into the house and picked up the two bowls from the kitchen island, one with chips and the other with Doritos. As he returned to the patio, he saw the three boys eyeing up his mother, Zeke and Gunner blatantly running their gaze up and down her curvy form. They looked like they were about to start drooling.
Elliott noticed his mother took a spot to Jamal’s right at the round glass table. Elliott took the spot next to his mother, with Gunner and Zeke on the opposite side.
“Tanya, thank you for asking Elliott to pick up some Red Bull for us,” Jamal said. “Me and the guys really appreciate it.”
Tanya smiled sheepishly. “That’s all right. You said you’d like it, so I thought, hey, no time like the present, right?”
“We’re glad you were so thoughtful. It’s going to come in real handy when we’re getting tutored by Elliott. Sometimes when we’re doing school work, we just want to drift off. That stuff’ll give us an extra kick to make sure we’re upright and at full attention, if you know what I mean.”
Tanya couldn’t help but blush at Jamal’s provocative words. “Well, that’s good then. I’m glad to help.”