Chapitre 2120: MOM'S RUFFLED FEATHERS
Simon had hatched a plan, and he knew it was a good one. He was moving with a purpose as he marched down Campus Way headed for his father's office.
"Hopefully he's still got it" he thought as he trudged along down the tree-lined street dodging puddles as he went. He could see the greenhouses ahead up on the left, so he knew he was nearly there.
Nash Hall was nestled behind some trees. He couldn't see it yet, but he knew exactly where it was, having been there many times. Nash was where most of the Fisheries and Wildlife professors had their offices, so naturally, that's where dad's office was too.
Although this was his first year at OSU as a student, Simon had practically been raised on campus and knew it well. His father, the famous Dr. H. Phillip Lovejoy, had been teaching Ornithology here most of Simon's life. Mom worked on campus too, though not as a teacher. She'd be down in the Kerr Admin building, or more likely home by now since as an admin her hours were strictly 9 -- 5.
Rounding the bend past a stand of trees Simon looked up. It had started raining again -- this is Corvallis after all; a slate-gray sky was visible through the lush green canopy. The sky was dark and getting darker, and the rain was picking up; he'd have to hurry if he wanted to get inside before he got drenched.
Mounting the steps to Nash Hall two at a time, Simon pulled his mask out of his pocket donning it deftly as he pulled the door open and stepped inside. Even with over 90% of the student body and nearly 100% of faculty vaccinated, there was still a strict mask policy in place anytime you were inside.
Glancing down the hall Simon saw a pool of light spilling from the window in his father's office door.
"Good! I caught him before he left." Simon thought as he slowed his pace catching his breath. He readied his thoughts considering his plan.
As he got closer to his father's office, he could hear muffled voices coming from inside. Dad was definitely still there, but he might be busy with a student or something.
Simon strode up to the door and knocked, announcing himself.
"Hey Dad, it's Simon. Sorry to interrupt but can I talk to you? It's important."
The voices stopped, and for a moment there was silence.
"Just a minute Simon. I'm on a call. Can you wait outside, please? It's private."
"Uhhhh, sure dad. I'll wait." Simon said, feeling a bit annoyed. He knew he shouldn't feel that way -- his dad was a busy and important professor after all; but at the same time, he was his son and only child. Sometimes it just felt like his father didn't have time for him or his mom these days.
* * *
Phillip looked down between his legs at the co-ed under his desk working on his cock. Tiffany, or Ms. Smits when in public, was looking up at him with a bit of a "what now?" expression of her own.
"Stay still!" he whispered urgently. "You've got to be perfectly quiet. I'll get rid of him. Now scoot back a bit so he can't see you."
This was new territory for Tiffany. She'd sucked off Dr. Lovejoy several times now in exchange for a boost to her grades or other special favors, but never with an audience. He called it working extra credit, and this time the "favor" on the line was for her to be included in the next trip to the breeding colony at Cape Royds. It was an Adelie penguin breeding colony, but she was pretty sure what she was doing right now was auditioning for some breeding of her own on the trip.
Tiffany obediently scooted back as Phillip rolled his chair in a bit to make her -- and his naked lower half, less visible to anyone from the other side of the desk. The tight space under his desk was getting even tighter leaving her very little room to maneuver. Fortunately, she was just small enough to make it work without letting his cock slip from her lips; but it did require her to keep Phillip's knees apart with her arms.
Phillip quietly lifted his phone to his ear while Tiffany resumed swirling her talented tongue about the head of his cock. She was not going to make this any easier for him!
"Yes Dean, I understand," Phillip said loudly enough he felt sure Simon would be able to hear him.
"I'll ask her to ease up a bit and slow down for now. I'm sure she'll understand the importance of discretion in this matter. Perhaps we could even get her to stop completely for the time being?"
Tiffany knew that was directed at her and grinned as she playfully bore down on his cock to see just how much she could get in her mouth at this angle. Turns out it was a fair bit!
"Uhhh... No. That would be the opposite of what I'd intended..." Phillip squeaked loudly in surprise, his voice rising a bit with the strain. "Knock it off!" he hissed down at her.
Tiffany was pretty sure her spot on the trip was already secured since (a) she had the nicest rack of any of the Bird Nerds, and (b) she was willing to do whatever it takes; still, she didn't want to blow it. Blow professor Lovejoy, sure; just not her spot on the trip. Still, she figured she could turn this to her advantage and at least make the chore of blowing him more fun...
Backing off a bit for now Tiffany resumed slowly swirling her devious tongue around his mushroom head.
"Ahhhh, yes. That's much better" Phillip said with relief. "I think we can make this work, sir. I'll let you know tomorrow; but unfortunately, I need to go now -- my son is waiting... Yes, thanks for calling! ... Good night."
With the situation seemingly under control now, Phillip set down his phone ending his pretend conversation with the Dean. "Come in, Simon."
* * *
As Simon entered the office Phillip motioned for him to take a seat.
"So... What is this urgent matter you need to see me about?" Phillip said attempting to curtail any small talk and cut to the chase. Hopefully, he'd be able to get his annoyingly needy son out of his office quickly so he could get back to giving Tiffany his full attention.
"Uhhh, you know your penguin costume? The one you used to wear for Halloween?"
"What about it?" Phillip squeaked as Tiffany took advantage of the situation to resume her oral assault -- full throat as it were.
"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.
"Uhhhh..." Phillip groaned. This was not at all going as he'd planned... That little minx was playing with his cock relentlessly now!
"Dad? Are you OK? You look kind of... I dunno... distracted?" Simon said with concern in his voice.
"I'm-fine-son!" Phillip blurted. "Just fine!... What did you say you wanted?" Phillip said locking eyes with Simon to keep his own from crossing.
"Your old Penguin costume? The one you wore when you first met mom? You used to wear it every year for Halloween, remember?"
"What about it?" Phillip asked, his upper lip quivering as Tiffany flicked her tongue from side to side along the underside of his cock, which he realized was now fully down her throat. "My God! How can she be doing this!" he thought desperately.
"Do you still have it?" Simon asked.
"Uhhhh... Yeah... I think it's around here somewhere." Phillip said as he felt his eyes beginning to cross again. Desperately he jabbed at Tiffany with his toe; the cramped space under his desk not giving him much room to move either.
Tiffany made a muffled cry when Phillip's toe connected with her knee. It didn't hurt so much as startling her, making her left leg retreat further until the heel of her Aqua Adidas thumped against the back of his desk. Having a mouthful of his cock prevented her from crying out more, though she was tempted to bite down in reply. Taking the hint, she backed off again and resumed teasing just the head.
"What was that noise?" Simon asked.
"Noise? Oh, probably a mouse... We have mice in the building and one of them may have just found a trap..."
"Ewww, gross! Seriously!?" Simon replied.
"Yep!" Phillip blurted in surprise -- his eyes bulging as Tiffany gently but firmly bit down on the head of his cock with a reply of her own.
"Mouse indeed!" Tiffany thought. "I'm no mouse, I'm an OSU Beaver; and Beavers have teeth, fuckwit!"
"Sad to say, they come with the territory in an older building like this one" Phillip continued, trying to regain his composure. He was going to make her pay for that once he got rid of Simon. The price tag for the trip just went up...
"Uhhh, yeah... So, well, where is it?" Simon said.
"Where's what?" Phillip said, his mind swimming with thoughts of Tiffany's ass. He'd have her bent over his desk for that last stunt.
"Your old penguin costume!" Simon said, losing patience with his perpetually distracted dad.
"Oh, yes... that! Of course!" Phillip replied, yanking open a desk drawer and hastily digging around inside it. Getting rid of Simon was going to be easy now.
"I think it's in the lab, should be in one of the cabinets on the right as you go in," Phillip said as he tossed his spare lab key to Simon.
Not being at all prepared for it, the key sailed past him bouncing off the wall and clattering to the floor.
"The one in Cordley Hall? Down in the basement?" Simon said as he got up to retrieve the key. That old building gave him the creeps.
Tiffany swirled her tongue, soothing Phillip's abused cockhead, then resumed bobbing.
"You know the one!" Phillip said, gritting his teeth as his eyes began to cross once again. "Damn, she's good!" he thought.
As Simon knelt to retrieve the key, he caught a glimpse of motion under his dad's desk. Turning toward it, he could make out the toe of a tennis shoe peeking out from under the desk. "That's no mouse!" he thought.
"Hang onto that key, you'll need it when you return the penguin costume..." Phillip said, trying to focus on anything other than the delicious sensation of Tiffany's renewed oral onslaught.
As if on cue, Phillips' cell phone began to buzz with his wife's distinctive ringtone. Simon would know that tone for sure, and worse, so did Tiffany...
"Excuse me, Simon, I need to take this call -- it's your mother," Phillip said stiffly as Tiffany redoubled her efforts tormenting him with her mouth.
Simon stood quickly, glancing towards the door and his escape; his eyes full of fear for what he'd just seen and might be about to hear.
"Uhhh, gotta run dad! Thanks for the key!" he said as he backed towards the door.
Under the desk Tiffany bobbed merrily away, taking a perverse pleasure in working Phillips's cock with his son still in the room and his wife on the phone. "Make the bastard sweat!" she thought. It's not that she minded giving him head -- she kind of liked that part; it was just the transactional nature of the whole arrangement that always left her feeling dirty afterward. If she could torture him a bit in the process that made it a lot more fun.
"Hi, Blue! What's up?" Phillip said as he answered his wife's call. Officially she was Amanda Lovejoy, but she went by Blue on account of her brilliant blue eyes. It had been a childhood nickname that stuck.
Tiffany made a loud slurping noise on the upstroke. "Explain that with mice, asshole!" she thought.
In a flash, Simon pivoted and was out the door and running down the hall. Phillip could hear Simon's footsteps receding in the distance as his office door swung shut.
"Unfortunately, no..." Phillip said, trying to conceal the strain in his voice. "Working late again I'm afraid. Something big came up and it demands attention."
"Big my ass!" Tiffany thought as she threw herself back down on his cock taking him all the way to the root. Phillip's cock wasn't small, but it was far from the biggest she'd ever had, and she could deep throat him easily when she had a mind to.
Phillip's eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the conversation with his wife. "Damn that girl! She's doing this on purpose!" he thought.
"Yep. Probably late, maybe 9 or 10... Don't wait dinner for me... Yes... Love you too dear!"
"Well, that's done!" he thought as he pushed his chair back from the desk. "Now to teach this slut her place..."
"Tiffany, my dear. It's time for you to come out from under there..."
Scene 2: Cordley Hall Avian Lab
Simon ran the short distance from Nash to Cordley in the rain, his dad's lab key clutched in his fist. His heart was thundering in his chest when he arrived.
"What the fuck was that!" he thought as he caught his breath. Someone had definitely been hiding under dad's desk, and he'd seen their shoes. As the memory of it played back in his mind, he was certain that's what he'd seen. The toe of a tennis shoe pointed down like it would be if you were on your knees... under the desk... facing dad's chair... and then there'd been that slurping sound too...
Simon wasn't stupid. He knew what he'd seen, he knew what he'd heard, and he knew exactly what it all meant. He just didn't know what to do with this information.
"If I tell mom, it will break her heart!" he thought. "But if I don't tell her, then I'm just helping him cover it up..."
These thoughts swirled through his mind as he navigated down to the lab on autopilot. Tell her? Don't tell her? He had no answer, only more questions -- or more precisely the same questions swirling endlessly unanswered.
Once inside the lab he flipped on the light and headed for the cabinets his dad had directed him to. Sure enough, there was the Old Penguin. It hung sagging from a hook inside the third cabinet. Not quite as he remembered it, but definitely the same one.
Lifting it off the hook he saw it had a large dark stain on it. Bringing it closer he realized the whole thing kind of reeked in a musty way. This was going to need some work to get it ready, starting with a good washing. Simon's plan just got more complicated.
Stuffing the costume into his bag Simon headed home as he re-evaluated his plan.
At first, it seemed so simple! Borrow dad's old penguin costume and go to the big on-campus Halloween party dressed as a cute penguin. Who doesn't like penguins, right? Simon knew a macho sexy costume wasn't his style; but he could do cute, and if the costume had worked for dad, then it could work for him too.
"I'm going to need mom's help with this. If anyone can get the stain out and clean this thing up without ruining it, it will be her..." he thought. "But how? I can't just walk in and ask her. If she takes one look at me, she'll know something's up and ask what's wrong. I cannot lie to her -- she always knows. She sees right through me every time..."
As Simon trudged on, he considered his options. The sky had darkened and the rain had not let up, as if the universe was intent on reflecting his mood.
As he approached his house, he could see the light on in the kitchen; mom's shadow moving about as she prepared dinner. From there she'd have a direct line of sight on the front door, so going in that way wasn't an option. That left sneaking around the side and coming in via the mudroom.
"Perfect!" he thought with a smile as he navigated through the side yard dodging trash cans along the way.
Simon crept up to the back door, quietly opening it and stepping inside. It was dark; but he knew he couldn't switch on the light without alerting mom, so he felt his way forward. Reaching the laundry, he paused and extracted the now damp as well as musty costume and tucked it under some towels in a hamper.
"With any luck, she'll just put two and two together and bingo -- clean costume!" Simon thought with pride. "I just have to get from here to my room without alerting mom -- that'll give me time to think about what to do..."
This last thought brought his mood crashing right back down. Sure, he had a plan now, and perhaps he could salvage the costume situation; but he knew he was no closer to solving his "dad" dilemma...
Scene 3: Lovejoy Residence
Blue hummed to herself as she moved about the kitchen preparing one of Phillip's favorites -- Hungarian Goulash, perfect for the cooler fall weather.
"Simon! Dinner's almost ready!" Blue called down the hall towards his room. "Would you be a sweetheart and come set the table?"
Sheepishly Simon stepped into the dining room.
"Hey, mom... What's for dinner?" he said as he started gathering plates for the table.
"Your father's favorite -- goulash; but he's missing out on his treat tonight, so just settings for two please."
Simon wasn't entirely sure his dad was missing out on a treat, though he was certainly missing out on dinner with his family... again.
"What's the story this time?" Simon asked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice as it occurred to him this was becoming a fairly regular pattern. "How long has this been going on?" he wondered sullenly.
"Hey, give your dad a break! He works hard, and sometimes duty calls. I'm sure he'd rather be here with us than stuck at work slaving away on some project." Blue said, not sure she believed it -- but knowing it must be said.
"Mommy misses daddy too, sweetie..." she briefly thought, before reminding herself "I don't want him thinking of his dad like that!" It was true that Phillip had been absent a lot lately. She could see this was bothering Simon, and it was taking a toll on her too.
Blue looked over at Simon as he finished setting the table. "Something's eating him -- he looks stressed out." she thought. "This can't just be Phillip missing dinner..."
"Sooo... How was your day sweetheart?" Blue asked.
"OK, I guess..." Simon replied.
"Liar! Something's eating you, I can tell. Wanna talk about it?"
"Uhhh, it's nothing..." Simon replied, trying to buy time. "Fuck, she's fast! What's she using? Radar?" Simon thought.
"It's clearly not nothing, sweetheart. You look like someone stepped on part of your heart. What's up? You know you can tell me anything. Is it girl trouble?" Blue guessed.
"God no, mom! I'm not seeing anyone right now." Simon said. He hadn't dated much, and she knew that. She liked to tease him about it though, telling him how a "smart handsome guy like you could have any girl he wants!". It wasn't that he didn't like girls, but more that he hadn't found anyone that seemed to fit.
"Then what is it, sweetheart? You can tell me!" Blue asked encouragingly.
"Uhhh... it's just that I learned something I really didn't want to know about."
"In Chemistry? How is that even possible!" Blue kidded him to lighten the mood and open him up. "Seriously, sweetheart. What is it? What did you learn?"Simon knew she wasn't going to drop it -- not now, and especially not if she thought it might be important.
"No, not Chemistry. That's fine, I think. I mean, there's a test coming up next week, but I think I'm OK."
"Well, what is it, sweetie?" Blue asked, her maternal curiosity mounting.
"Uhhh... I learned something about someone... About who they really are..." Simon confessed.
"Oh, honey! I'm sorry to hear that. Was it more disappointing, or upsetting?" Blue asked.
"Uhhh... both, I guess."
"Yikes! A double whammy. Is this person one of your friends?" Blue inquired.
"Ummm... No? Not really..."
"Someone you looked up to?"
"Yeah... that... but I really don't want to talk about it, OK?" Simon replied, a bit more forcefully than he'd intended.
"OK," Blue agreed. She could see she'd gotten about all she'd get for now.
"Just one more question -- I promise! I have to ask, and you know it. Is anyone in danger?"
Simon thought about it. Then thought some more, gazing at his mom as she waited patiently.
He was struck once again with how truly beautiful she was. To him, she was and always would be a classic MILF, though he'd always pushed those thoughts away.
"What the fuck is wrong with dad?" he thought. "Is he blind? Does he even see her!?" He felt anger welling up inside him for the knowledge of what his dad was doing right behind his mom's back. Still, he had yet to figure any way to tell her the truth that wouldn't just hurt her -- and he couldn't bear the thought of that, so he lied.
"Not really... Not physically anyway." He finally said, rationalizing that his dad and whoever it was under his desk were probably consenting adults -- at least he hoped so...
Blue marveled at her son. She could see something was troubling him, and she dearly wanted to help, but she also saw strength and character. He was like a younger version of Phillip -- so handsome and smart! Her eyes shown with pride whenever she thought of him; but right now, in this very moment, he just seemed to be more of a man than ever before.
"OK, thanks for telling me, sweetheart! You know you can bring me anything and I'll always help you with it! That's part of the Penguin Code." Blue concluded.
"The Penguin Code..." Simon thought. What was going on, possibly right now at this very moment, was most definitely a clear violation of the "Penguin Code" ... And he was right.
Scene 4: Nash Hall
Tiffany's arms were stretched across Dr. Lovejoy's desk, her toes wide apart on the floor with her bare ass in the air. It had definitely been a mistake to bite his cock -- she could see that now, or at the very least feel it in her ass. Her rhythmic moans filled the small room in syncopation to the slapping of his thighs against hers as he drilled her. His cock may not be huge, but it sure as hell felt huge.
"I really shouldn't have let him dump that first load in my mouth..." Tiffany thought, admonishing herself. "Fuck! I should have known he'd insist on taking my ass; and now he's going to take forever to finish ... again!"
"This'll teach the bitch her place!" Phillip thought as he viciously yanked her hips back while thrusting forward impaling her tight little ass. "When I'm through with her she won't be able to feel herself shit for a week!" he thought gleefully, a wicked grin on his face.
"There's only one thing to do..." Tiffany thought. "I can't believe I'm going to do this for him, but I've got to get him off and get this over with..."
"Oh! Dr. Lovejoy! Your Cock! It's amazing!" she cried out. "It's so big! And so hard! Oh God! You're going to make me cum... again!" This last part she practically howled.
Tiffany knew Dr. Lovejoy thrived on praise and adulation. In her experience most men did, but Doc. Lovejoy particularly liked his ego stroked along with his cock.
"And now, for my signature move, followed by dismounting..." Tiffany thought with a devious grin.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out in time with his thrusts, while simultaneously squeezing down as hard as she could on his cock. Tiffany thought of this as her "milking move". She'd learned it from one of her sorority sisters; it was practically guaranteed to make a guy cum hard and cum quickly. In her mind, it was strictly reserved for special occasions, or the guy would start to expect it every time -- and frankly, it took a lot of concentration, to say nothing of strong abs.
"God, this slut has the finest ass on campus!" Phillip thought as his legs began to tremble. He could feel his climax starting from his toes and moving up fast. Grabbing hold of her hips he buried himself balls deep inside her one last time, his cock throbbing as he unloaded deep in her ass.
Exhausted from his effort, Phillip fell back into his chair letting his momentum roll it further back so he could enjoy the view before him.
"Stay right where you are, honey. Daddy wants to enjoy the view!" Phillip told her.
"Will this night never end?" Tiffany thought as she obediently held her position presenting her ass to him. She could feel a trickle of cum just starting to make its way out of her rectum and down her leg.
"Soooo... Are we good? I'm on the trip, right?" Tiffany inquired hopefully.
"We are very good!" Phillip assured her. "Your name is at the top of the list and there's no bumping your spot." In fact, after tonight's performance nothing could possibly persuade him not to take her. And take her he would... Repeatedly!
Scene 5: Lovejoy Residence, the next day
Blue was in the mudroom sorting laundry when she found the old penguin costume.
"Well! What do we have here?" she said with a grin. "God, this brings back memories!"
Blue indulged herself for a moment as her mind drifted back to the first time she'd met Phillip.
It was at a Halloween party back at the University of Washington (U-Dub! Go Dawgs!). She'd gone as a cute Husky, of course; but he'd swept her off her feet in his adorable penguin costume. She loved penguins! And here was a handsome, charming man devoted to studying them? Yes, please!
Soon she was his Penguin Princess, and he her Penguin Prince.
That had been her senior year. Their courtship lasted all through that year and for several more until they were married just after Phillip completed his Ph.D.
Not long after they were married, they welcomed Simon into their "flock". They lived by the Penguin Code and their motto was Penguins Mate for Life! They were a happy flock...
"Phillip must have dropped this off on his way in last night."
Blue held the old costume up to the light streaming in through the window to inspect it.
"What's this? Coffee?" she thought as she brought it to her nose.
"Eewww! Nope." She thought "Well, whatever it is we're going to have to get that out if Phillip's ever to wear this again..."
"I wonder why he dug this out?" Blue thought. "Does it mean as much to him too? Maybe he's dropping a hint and would like to take things back to the way they were!"
Blue knew they'd been in a bit of a dry spell, romance-wise. She harbored no silly notions for how things "should be", knowing full well that as a couple matures things naturally cool down from boiling to a nice rolling simmer -- but lately, there'd been even less heat. Phillip was busy at work so much lately -- she'd thought that with tenure behind him the pressure would let up, but it hadn't.
As she set about pre-treating the stain Blue noticed the crotch of the costume. It had a button fly so the wearer could pee without removing the costume. This too brought back fond memories, though of a somewhat different sort.
Blue touched the soft fabric recalling how for years Phillip used to always wear his penguin costume to the annual Halloween party. She'd gotten into the habit of cornering him at some point each night to drag him off somewhere private...
She'd start by snuggling up to him and rubbing his crotch with her hand. He was usually already hard by then, knowing as he did what she was about to do. Once he was properly erect, she'd kneel down before him, unbutton his fly, fish out his lovely cock, and proceed to suck him off like only she could.
Sometimes he'd pull her back up, spin her around pressing her to the wall and fuck her that way. Other times he might bend her over a convenient piece of furniture and have his way with her. Inevitably though the night would always end with him buried deep inside her, so she'd always make sure to wear a costume with "easy access" for him. Always something sexy, but never too slutty.
Toying with the fly of the costume she recalled how the opening wasn't ideal for some of the hijinks they put it to. Still, she'd been resourceful and determined, so she'd always been able to make it work. Now it was showing wear and would need mending.
"I know!" she thought with a grin. "I'll fix this up like new, only better! I'll enlarge the opening for easier access while I blow him. That'll open things up better for him as well when he fucks me, too!"
Blue was warming up downstairs just thinking about it, and now she had her plan!
If Phillip was going to break out the old penguin costume for her, then she was going to make a brand new one for herself as well! Only hers would be a super sexy penguin... Things had been too dull lately, and she knew right then and there what she'd do to spice it back up.
"Mommy and daddy are gonna have some fun!" she thought with a devious grin, referring to herself and Phillip with the pet names they used for each other.
Tossing the old penguin into the laundry with some extra stain remover, she started the load and then turned to head for her laptop. She needed to do some research and probably order a few things to make this plan come together.
* * *
Later that afternoon Blue cornered Phillip to make sure her plan would work.
"Sweetheart, are the Bird Nerds throwing their annual Halloween party this year?" Blue asked, referring to the campus ornithological club Phillip advised.
"Uhhh, yeah they are" Phillip replied absently, his brain more focused on the paper he was grading. "They're doing a big joint party with several other clubs to celebrate the lifting of COVID restrictions I think."
"Are we planning to go?" Blue asked with a sly grin.
"We?" thought Phillip. He'd been hoping to use that as another opportunity to score with Tiffany before the trip. With Blue there, it would be harder if not impossible. "Maybe I can throw her off if she thinks I'm not planning to stay long..." Phillip thought.
"Uhhh, yeah. Of course. If the Bird Nerds throw down you know I'm there, but I wasn't planning on staying too long. Probably show up and make an appearance, then once the party's going bug out."
"Ah ha! I was right!" thought Blue. "He plans for us to show up, mingle, and then we can sneak out to a nice private place for a little party of our own!"
"Well, if you're there, then I'm there too!" Blue announced. "It will be nice to see some old friends again and have fun like we did back in the day!" she said cheerfully.
"Great!" Phillip replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Then it's settled! You've got yourself a date for Saturday Night!" Blue proclaimed.
"That I do..." Phillip acknowledged, mentally calculating how he was going to ditch Blue and make off with Tiffany.
Scene 6: Agricultural Life Sciences Building
Simon found the penguin costume folded neatly on dad's desk right where his mom had left it. She'd done an excellent job cleaning it up and had completely gotten the old stain out. It smelled nicer too. A lot nicer! She'd even made a nice orange penguin beak out of a COVID mask, solving one more problem for him.
Ducking back to his room he locked the door and stripped to try it on. The costume had one long zipper running the length of the back up to the neck. All he had to do was step into it and then pull the zipper up. This proved to be a bit more challenging than he'd expected...
"How the hell are you supposed to zip this up!" he wondered. He could reach the zipper behind him, but it just wanted to catch on things anytime he pulled it up. Finally, after some contortion, he managed to get it zipped up.
"Jesus! That's going to be a bitch if I need to get out of this later..." he thought.
Once in the body, all he needed to do was flip the hood over his head and attach the mask. It was then he realized he had big flippers for arms that hung down below his hands... so, no hands.
Feeling around inside his "flippers" he eventually found where the built-in black cotton gloves were on the undersides. Once he had those figured out, the costume began to make sense.
"Arms down, it looks like you've got flippers, but lift them up and you've got hands so you can hold a drink, open a door, whatever" he thought. He noticed the costume even had pockets to hold a few things and a hidden fly. "At least I won't have to fool with the damn zipper if I needed to take a leak!"
"This beats what I'd have done," he said with a grin. Best of all it had worked out just as he'd planned, too. Mom had assumed it was for dad, so he didn't have to explain anything about the night he'd gotten it.
Simon gave himself a quick once over in the mirror. "Perfect!" he thought. "Just like dad used to look back in the day!" Now all he had to do was find a nice girl like mom. Someone who'd appreciate a nice guy like him...
"If it worked for dad, it'll work for me!" he told himself. Deciding not to mess with the zipper again, he headed out for the party.
* * *
Blue looked at her reflection in the mirror with three parts pride to one part trepidation.
"Girl, you've really outdone yourself this time!" she thought. If anything, this outfit might be a bit too sexy.
Blue had crafted a fuzzy black and white bustier as the centerpiece of her costume. All she'd needed to do there was take her nice black bustier and stitch on some fuzzy white faux fur running up the front for the tummy and fuzzy black fur everywhere else. Looking at herself she felt like she'd done a good job without hiding her cleavage. The bustier itself did a fantastic job of "lifting and separating" her girls, so she was set up top.
Down below she'd gone with a very tight almost scandalously short black miniskirt to which she'd attached a fuzzy black "tuxedo" tail. She'd cleverly attached the tail so it would flap around flirtingly when she swung her hips. Under the skirt, she'd gone with her sexiest black thong.
For her hands, she'd used some more black faux fur over the tops of some old black gloves to give herself the look of flippers without losing any dexterity -- or the ability to fish Phillip's cock out of his costume when the time came!
The feet were the easiest part. There she just needed to cover some old knee-high boots with more faux black fur from the ankles up the shaft, and then glue on some yellow feet from the instep out past the toe.
Capping it all off she had a black hood with a pair of big penguin eyes and a cute little orange beak. She'd incorporated a COVID mask leaving a gap between it and the hood big enough to see through, but otherwise, her face was pretty much covered unless she took the mask off.
Gazing at her reflection one last time she thought "too much skin?" This was definitely one of the most revealing costumes she'd ever worn even if you couldn't see her face.
"Screw it!" she said. "We're doing this!" and she turned to head out. Phillip would already be there having gone to help the club set up.
* * *
Phillip's eyes tracked Tiffany's ass as she sauntered past him swaying her hips. He was dressed as a pirate, and she as a sexy serving wench. He thought he looked quite dashing in his black pants and puffy white pirate shirt. His tricorn hat had Cap'n Jack Sparrow style dreadlocks which he felt completed the look. Tonight, he was a Pirate of Balls Deep, and he intended to plunder the booty!
Glancing around, Phillip spotted Julie Maxwell at a table with some of the other admins and clerks. He knew Julie was a notorious gossip and general busybody who worked with Blue, so she was sure to take the bait. Turning toward Tiffany at the bar, he gave a slight nod and headed in Julie's direction.
Tiffany could see Phillip's reflection in the mirror over the bar. She pulled out her phone scrolling through messages until she came to one from Phillip -- AKA Doc Love in her phone. She pressed the button to call him.
Phillip's phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out he took one look at the screen, then immediately answered the call placing his phone to his ear.
"Yes, Dean Thomas. What can I do for you?" Phillip said loud enough that anyone near him was sure to overhear. All he got in reply of course was the general bar noise picked up by Tiffany's phone at the other end. Tiffany quietly pretended to scroll through messages waiting for Phillip to end the call when it suited him.
"I understand," Phillip said loudly over the din of conversation around him. "I'll be right there. I'm sure we can sort this out."
Ending the call and returning his phone to his pocket, Phillip turned to the circle of admins and clerks near him and said with a smile, "Excuse me, ladies, urgent university business demands my attention!" And with that, he started for the exit.
Phillip was so focused on laying down his alibi he didn't notice Simon standing not two feet away from Tiffany at the bar...
* * *
Simon had been trying to strike up conversations with girls, but his penguin mask was not helping. Between the general noise of the party and his mask, everything he said seemed to come out muffled. Having struck out three times now, he'd just about given up hope of hitting it off with anyone tonight.
While his mask rendered him functionally mute, he could still hear and see just fine. He'd noticed his dad hamming it up as a pirate right away.
"Typical dad" He thought. "Always needs to be the center of attention."
Then something odd happened. His dad got a call and was talking loudly into his phone -- but Simon could hear him twice like there was some kind of echo.
"What the fuck!" he thought. "Dad's voice is coming from this chick's phone!"
Glancing over at her screen, which was visible as she scrolled through messages, he could see the green bar at the top indicating there was an active call.
"Has she hacked into dad's phone?" he wondered. "Why would she?"
The call ended on the chick's phone the moment his dad hung up, and with that, she stopped scrolling and put her phone away.
Simon watched as his dad made a beeline for the exit, not stopping to talk with anyone.
The chick sipped her drink, ignoring everyone around her, then downed the last of it and headed for the same exit his dad had just used.
As she walked away from him, Simon noticed her shoes. Aqua-colored Adidas... Where had he seen shoes like that before...
"Fuck..." Simon said, though no one in earshot would have known.
* * *
By the time Blue got to the party, it was in full swing and the main room was packed with costumed revelers, but no penguins were in sight.
Making her way into the press of people she could feel eyes on her. What had felt like three parts pride to one part trepidation now felt more like a toxic mix of anxiety and trepidation.
"Who am I fooling!" she thought. "Maybe I could have pulled off this costume 10 or 20 years ago, but now?" Halting in her tracks she reminded herself she has just as much right to feel sexy as any other person, and besides she was there to seduce her husband."This is stupid." She thought. "I'm just a ball of nerves. I need a drink." and she changed course heading for the bar.
She had no trouble getting the bartender's attention for a change, and soon she was sipping what he told her was a Dark and Stormy. It was supposed to have some dry ice in it to make it spooky, but they'd run out, so it was more dark and less stormy; still, delicious all the same.
"This'll help take the edge off" she thought as she gazed about the room. She could see people streaming in and out of various side rooms, but so far, no other penguins. There were a few other people in bird costumes though, so she decided to head in their direction.
Entering one of the side rooms, Blue spotted a tall good-looking penguin standing near some students dressed like other birds. The Bird Nerds for sure! She had found her quarry.
"Well well well!" she thought with a grin. "Birds of a feather!"
Simon had been trying in vain to strike up a conversation with a particularly cute little wren when he felt someone's eyes on him. Turning to his left he saw the sexiest penguin he'd ever seen, and she was looking right at him.
She was short and curvy with piercingly blue eyes just like his mom. The kind of eyes he was sure could melt him. She had the tiniest of miniskirts wrapped around her hips showing off a lot of leg. Above that, the curves of her waist and breasts were accentuated by a tight-fitting top. As alluring as these features were, he kept being drawn back to her captivating eyes.
It finally dawned on Simon that this amazing woman wasn't just looking at him. No, she'd locked eyes with him and was slowly making her way toward him.
"Don't blow it, Simon! DONT BLOW IT!" He told himself.
Blue steadily navigated the sea of people between herself and her mate.
"What-to-say, what-to-say, what-to-say" Simon mumbled to himself as she sauntered closer.
"Damn, that costume makes him look taller!" Blue thought as she closed to where they'd be able to speak without needing to shout.
"Hey," she said in her sexiest voice.
"Heh," he said echoing her greeting, or at least that what anyone in earshot would have thought he said...
"Dang" she thought. "Blue, you did too good a job on that mask. Poor thing can barely speak with it on! You'll just have to do the speaking for him..."
"Having a good time?" She said while nodding her head.
Simon nodded in reply, unable to tear his gaze from her piercing blue eyes.
"Who is she!" He thought realizing now he was in the presence of a woman, not a girl. A very hot woman in of all God damn things a fucking penguin costume!
"You look so cute in this costume!" Blue said while gazing up into his adorable soft brown eyes.
"Yuhhhh wook ahhhhmashin fooo!" He said through his penguin beak mask as he gazed back down at the beautiful woman who'd brazenly approached him. Was she a grad student? Possibly a teacher?
"Oh God! Let her be a teacher!" Simon thought. "She could teach me so many things!"
Giggling, Blue said with a smile "Why thank you kind sir!" as she reached out and placed her hand on his chest right over his heart.
Simon felt electrified by her touch as if his bulky costume wasn't even there and she had placed her hand on his bare chest.
"Holy crap!" Blue thought as she felt his heart pounding. "My costume must be even hotter than I thought!" She couldn't recall the last time Phillip had responded to her so powerfully. Her seduction plan was definitely working.
Blue leaned in, closing the last of the space between them as she dropped her hand to his crotch. Her eyes went wide as she gasped.
"You're hard!" she whispered to him with delight in her voice and a twinkle in her eye.
"Oh... My... GOD!" Simon thought. "She's touching my junk!"
Blue caressed his erection through the costume, tracing its contours with her fingertips as she gazed up into his eyes. "Damn" She thought as her fingertips explored him. "This costume really does make everything about him seem just a bit bigger!"
"Maybe we should take this party someplace more... private?" Blue inquired softly, unable to take her eyes off his. These were the same words Phillip always used to say to her right before dragging her off.
Thinking fast, Simon dug into his pocket and produced the spare key to his father's lab. Holding it up he displayed it to her proudly and she nodded in assent.
"Lead on my Penguin Prince!" she said, taking his hand.
Simon began carving his way through the crowd, his hand clasped tight with hers as she followed close behind him. Soon they were at the bridge from ALS to Cordley where the crowd diminished rapidly. From there they almost flew the rest of the way down to the Avian Lab.
Standing in the dark basement hallway outside the lab Simon fumbled with the key as Blue gently rubbed his back.
"Soon, my love." she thought "Mommy will be taking care of that big hard cock of yours very soon!"
Finally mastering the lock, Simon threw the door open and they fell into the dark lab; the tables and benches illuminated by moonlight streaming in through the windows.
Simon reached for the light switch, but she stopped him.
"Let's leave the light off... It's more romantic!"
"Romantic?" thought Simon. "I can do romantic!" and he pulled her in for a kiss. Tugging his mask up he exposed his lips, covering his eyes in the process. He wasn't going to need his vision much anyway with the lights out.
Blue pulled her mask down pressing her lips to his as she leaned into him. She could feel the warmth of his embraces as his strong arms enfolded her. She clung to his arms for support as she felt her legs go weak from the kiss.
With their bodies pressed so tightly together, Blue could feel his stiff cock wedged between them. Knowing his costume even better than he did, she deftly unbuttoned his fly snaking her hand inside to grasp her prize.
Simon moaned into her mouth through their kiss as he felt a woman's touch on his bare cock for the first time. If her touch on his chest had been electrifying, this was a thousand times more powerful.
"This is the man I've missed!" thought Blue as she caressed his cock. She'd enlarged the fly in the costume for this exact purpose -- well, in truth, for this and a few others she'd be trying out soon enough.
Simon was positively trembling at this point; genuinely afraid he might not last much longer.
"Please stop! You're gonna make me cum!" Simon whispered urgently.
"Challenge accepted!" Blue said sweetly as she dropped to her knees. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard your toes curl!" and with that, she fished his cock out through his fly.
Blue brought her lips to his cock, resuming her kiss there before opening her eager mouth to take him in. She knew Phillip liked a hot hard fast BJ and she planned to give him exactly that. One hand on his flat tummy, the other wrapped around his thick cock she proceeded to go to town on him.
"That's odd" she thought. "Phillip's tummy hasn't been this flat since before Simon... Has he been secretly working out? Is this why he's been absent so much lately?" she wondered.
Pushing his mask the rest of the way off, Simon gazed down deliriously. Things had escalated rapidly from a kiss to his first blow job, and he needed to see it to believe it, or at least to commit it permanently to memory.
Unfortunately, the hood of her penguin costume hid most of the action from his curious eyes as the woman sucking his cock bobbed merrily away.
"God, she's good!" Simon thought, a little moan escaping his lips. He closed his eyes to focus on the amazing things she was doing to him. Her hand was wrapped firmly around his cock now, relentlessly pumping him as she kept pace with her mouth. He wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but whatever it was, her mouth was a hot wet heaven for his cock.
Blue knew what Phillip liked, and she was giving it to him with gusto. She pursed her lips together in a tight ring around the very tip of his cock, then pressed forward with her mouth until his cock head popped inside -- as if her mouth was a tight pussy and he was taking her. It was an easy rhythm, and it helped to prevent him from thrusting into her mouth and choaking her -- so in that sense it worked well for them both. She did this over and over, keeping her mouth in sync with her pumping hand so he'd pop inside on each stroke.
Simon knew about blow jobs, at least theoretically; he'd seen them in porn and heard about them from friends, but this was the first one he'd ever actually had, and he was sure she must be one of the best. She had to be -- this was way better than he'd ever imagined it could be!
Reaching down Simon gently pulled back her hood so he could see the action better. Her long blond hair shone in the moonlight, swaying with each bob of her head; but other than that, he couldn't see what she was doing to his cock. Not sure what else to do, Simon tenderly stroked her beautiful hair as if to silently tell her -- yes, this! I'm loving this!
The gentle caress of his hand drew her in. Usually, by this time Phillip would have both hands on the back of her head and she'd need at least one hand on his hips just to control the pace. He'd never been much good at just letting go, much less letting her have her way with him. This new technique of his was more like an invitation for her to do as she pleased, and she was definitely pleased.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my husband!" she thought as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock to tease him. It had been years since he'd touched her like this and for that matter months since he'd last touched her at all. "This is the man I love!" she declared to herself.
"Is it the costumes?" she wondered. "Do they take him back like they do for me?" Whatever it was, she swore she wanted more... Needed more!
At some point, Blue realized she'd stopped sucking his cock and was now making love to it. Her hands were on his thighs -- no need to protect herself as he gently caressed her hair. Her tongue danced around his cock as she lovingly sucked him.
Simon's legs were trembling. He felt sure that if it wasn't for the table he was backed up against he'd have lost the ability to support himself. He could feel his orgasm building as she sucked and teased his cock relentlessly.
"Oh, God!" Simon gasped as his orgasm took hold of him. "Cumming!" he warned her.
Blue didn't need the warning. His delicious cock had been leaking precum into her hungry mouth and his strong legs were now barely able to hold him up they were trembling so badly. She knew he was close. It was obvious to her he'd been close for a little while now, and she certainly wasn't about to stop.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed, signaling her desire for him to let go. Still, the first jet of his orgasm took her by surprise, it was so strong and long. The second pulse was almost as large as the first, forcing her to swallow quickly.
"Ahhhhh!" Simon cried out, throwing his head back as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He'd never felt one as powerful as this before; it was as if his cock just wouldn't stop cumming!
"This is definitely one for the books!" she thought as she continued nursing on his cock. She was amazed at the volume of cum he was producing and determined to get every last ounce of it from him.
Blue knew Phillip was a one-and-done kind of guy, but tonight his cock just wasn't going down. Sure, he had gotten a little softer after he came but now he was back to more than half hard.
"Maybe he'll be in the mood to return the favor?" she thought as she leaned back, finally releasing his spent cock. Reaching up she took his hand and guided him down with her to the floor.
Still reeling from his orgasm Simon was content to follow her direction anywhere, and the floor was as good a place as any. His legs still felt week after coming so hard, so this was at least safer if nothing else.
Leaning forward Blue placed her arms around his shoulders drawing him in for another long, sweet kiss. His sweet soft lips seemed to melt into her own as her tongue did a lazy sensual dance with his. Drawing him back with her, she reclined pulling him on top in the sweetest embrace.
Simon was awaking from the stupor of his climax, still trying to get his bearings as he found himself lying in the shadows with his mystery woman kissing like lovers that hadn't seen each other in a year. Feeling bolder and more confident now, he began to explore her sensuous curves with tender caresses.
Blue felt her already very moist pussy gush with excitement at his electrifying touch -- so soft, so gentle, so tender! But what she needed from him now would require his talented tongue to be applied where it counts. Gently, she pushed on his shoulders encouraging him to move further south in his exploration...
"Oh, I see! My turn now!" Simon thought, taking her hint. He kissed and caressed his way down her body until he got where he was headed. This was new territory for him. He'd read about it, of course, and seen it in porn too, but so far, his understanding was all theoretical and not applied. Not sure where to begin, he decided to start with her inner thigh and see where that took him.
"Oh yes, my love! That's where I need you!" Blue thought as she lifted her hips to shimmy out of her panties for him.
"I am so getting laid tonight!" he thought as she squirmed around working her panties down for him. Simon took hold of her panties and joined in the fight to get them off her as quickly as possible. As soon as her legs were free, he resumed his assault up her thighs.
"Yes!" she hissed, ready for him. She parted her legs, her tight miniskirt riding up and exposing herself to him. Reaching down, now it was her turn to run fingers through hair enticing him onward.
"What was it Ross told me to do?" Simon thought, as he tried to marshal his best pussy eating technique. Whatever else, he didn't want her to think he didn't know what he was doing. He slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh trying to buy a little time.
"Oh yeah! Suck on her clit like it's a tiny cock..." Simon remembered. "...but where's her clit?"
He was teasing her now; she was sure of it; kissing everywhere but the one spot she needed it most. This was too much.
"Time for momma to show you where she needs it" she thought as she guided him into the right spot.
"Yeah, baby! Riiiiiight there!" Blue moaned as she gently held him right where she needed him.
Simon was perfectly happy to take her direction, especially in the dark. And now that she'd guided him right to it, he was quickly figuring out what to do based on the cute little noises she made. Little gasps and cries as he danced his tongue about sucking indiscriminately on her clit and labia. It was all new to him, and he was fucking delighted to be right where he was, doing what he was.
Blue felt the buildup of tension signaling the approach of her orgasm. This one was going to be a big one, she could tell. Her back was already arching up as her toes began to curl.
Simon's body was responding to her excitement too. He'd managed to put a lip lock on what he was pretty sure was her clitoris causing her to tense up and moan in the sexiest way. His cock was now waving about in the air fully hard like a flagpole without a flag as he buried his face in her pussy. Her fingers, which had been raking his hair, were now just holding him firmly in place.
Blue's orgasm crested through her like a tidal wave, every fiber of her body alive, but none more so than her aching clit.
"Oh God, yes! Phillip! Yes! Yes! Suck me, Phillip! Suck meeeeeeee!" She cried out as she ground his face into her desperate pussy.
"Phillip?" thought Simon. She was just babbling incoherently now.
"Oh God..." Simon thought. "I'm in dad's old costume. She must think I'm Dad!". But there was still something wrong with this picture... Her voice... Up at the party he hadn't noticed, but down here in the quiet of the lab it dawned on him. He knew this voice. A sinking feeling of dread filled him.
"Mom?" Simon said quietly, desperate for her to deny the fear that gripped him.
Descending from her climax Blue could tell something was wrong. He'd stopped, and things didn't feel right. It was his voice, she realized. With his mask off now, she could hear him clearly, and she knew that voice like only a mother could...
"Simon?" Blue exclaimed in confusion, still trying to put the pieces together.
"I'm sorry mom! I didn't know, I swear it. I didn't know it was you!" Simon stammered desperately.
Blue gasped, the reality of what had happened dawning on her. It hadn't been Phillip she was flirting with at the party; it was Simon. She'd seduced her son! The tender caresses and passionate kissing -- so unlike Phillip -- made more sense now too. Her big strong Penguin Prince hadn't been Phillip. It was Simon.
"But... The costume?" Blue wondered; not even aware she'd spoken her words aloud. She'd been expecting to find Phillip in it, and apparently, Simon had not been expecting to find her...
"It's my fault mom" Simon confessed, his voice full of shame. Pulling back from her he turned away, afraid to even look at her in the dark.
"Wait. Back up. How is it your fault?" she said. "Where's Phillip? He was supposed to be in the costume. He gave it to me to fix up..."
"Uhhh... yeah... about that..." Simon said, uncertain where to begin.
"What about that? Where's Philip!" Blue insisted.
Simon shook his head in reply, unable to speak the words knowing they would only hurt her. Too afraid to even face her, he sat up facing away; his knees at his chest and his arms folded around his legs quietly crying.
Blue sat up too, reaching out to gently caress his back. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was certain Simon was blaming himself for more than he should.
"Honey, I don't understand... Where's your father? And what were you doing in his costume?" Blue asked gently.
"I borrowed it from dad" Simon began slowly, searching for words. "It was in pretty bad shape, so I put it in the laundry figuring you'd find it and fix it up..." Simon said through his tears. "I wanted to use it to try to meet a nice girl... like when he met you..."
"Why didn't you just bring it straight to me and tell me what you needed?" Blue asked.
"I couldn't mom! I couldn't! You'd have seen me, seen right through me!" Simon sobbed. "You'd have made me tell..."
Blue gently took him into her arms stroking his hair to console him.
"It's OK, sweetheart. It's going to be OK..." she said as he turned back toward her burying his face in her neck. He was on his knees now holding onto her as she gently rocked him. She realized he had something burning inside him.
"What is it, sweetheart. What do you need to tell mommy?" she asked gently.
"It's about dad..." he began, the words catching in his throat as he spoke.
"What about him?" she asked with a hint of fear in her voice. She'd been afraid it would go there.
"It's bad, mom" Simon warned her, holding her in his arms. He knew where this was going, and it could only hurt her. He couldn't bear the thought of that.
"What's bad? What's going on baby?" she pressed. "You can tell mommy." Whatever it was, she needed to know.
"When I went to ask him for the costume... there was someone there... in his office... under the desk..."
Blue froze. This was worse than she'd thought.
"What do you mean under his desk?" she asked carefully, keeping her voice as soft as she could.It all came spilling out of him then.
"I didn't realize it at first, but... he was acting all weird... and then he threw the key at me and when I went to pick it up... I saw her shoe. She made some noises too, and I knew, but I didn't know what to say! I swear it! I didn't know what to do; so I just tried to stay clear of you... until I could figure out what to do... how to tell you..."
Blue understood very clearly now what was going on. It wasn't Simon's fault she'd been confused. She'd just assumed Phillip had wanted to reconnect with her as badly as she had wanted that herself. She'd been so desperate to reconnect with him she'd been overlooking all the clues. She'd gone to the party intent on finding a connection, and apparently so had Simon.
"Simon... Where's your dad?" she enquired tenderly, stroking his hair.
"I saw him leave... with her... I don't know where they went. I don't think he even noticed me at the party..."
It all made sense to her now. Phillip's increasing distance from her. All those late nights "working". His lack of interest in her sexually. Phillip had broken the code. Penguins mate for life and Phillip had left the nest.
Blue gently caressed Simon as she considered her situation. She was done with Phillip, that much was certain. There's no repairing this kind of betrayal; and the more she thought about it, the more certain she was that she wouldn't want to if she could. Phillip had taught her, if nothing else, exactly the kind of man he is. So had Simon.
The loneliness she'd been feeling -- an aching need she'd been too afraid to even admit to herself, had been sated by the one man in her life she knew she could trust. She had a new Penguin Prince, now. A much better one, in fact. Better in so many ways.
"It's OK baby," she said as she reclined back down drawing him with her. She held him in her arms, her dear sweet Simon. She stroked his back gently, soothing him.
"No! It's not, mom. We... you know..." Simon said, his voice trailing off, unable to say more.
"Yes. We did, didn't we." Blue said with a smile reflecting on their night of passion. Simon had given her exactly what she'd been missing, and exactly what she'd needed -- a strong tender man she could trust. She just hadn't expected to find what had been missing from her life in her son.
"What's done is done, Simon. There's no undoing it, and you know what? I wouldn't if I could" Blue admitted, as much to herself as to him. She saw Simon now with new eyes. He was like a younger, better version of Phillip. Handsome, strong, honest, and true.
Simon stared at his mom in disbelief. How was this night even possible? Could it get any crazier?
"Mommy sucked your cock... and you liked it, didn't you?" Blue asked teasingly. She didn't need a reply; she knew full well how much he'd liked it. She'd liked every drop of it too.
"And you returned the favor so very very well!" she continued. "Did you enjoy that part? I think you did..." she said, tracing her fingers up his spine to tease him more.
Simon shuddered in response. Her touch was giving him goosebumps.
Blue could feel Simon responding to her touch, to her words.
"Simon, you're hard again..." Blue said.
"I'm sorry mom! It's sort of got a mind of its own..." he replied, unsure what to do about it.
"It's OK sweetie. It's just that your big hard cock is poking mommy's tummy. Could you scoot down just a bit for me?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh! Sure, mom. Of course!" Simon replied quickly as he scooted down.
"That's better, sweetheart" Blue said as she wrapped her legs around his hips locking her heels together behind him. "Here, let mommy..." her voice trailed off as she reached down to take hold of him.
Simon's eyes were like saucers as he felt what she was doing. She maneuvered the head of his cock playing it across her pussy, up and down through her folds wherever she liked until she stopped with his cock head right where she wanted it.
"How's that sweetie? Better?" Blue inquired. "You can scoot back up now if you like..."
"Uhhhh, mom? If I move up, won't we be ... fucking?"
"No dear. We'll be making love." She said as she placed her hands on his ass pulling him inside her.
The End
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