Chương 2079: MOM'S MY "SOMEONE SPECIAL"

I couldn't believe it was my final year of high school and I still hadn't gotten laid. That's right, I was a virgin, a nineteen year old virgin at that, and in this day and age that's just embarrassing. What's worse is all my friends had been able to pull it off, or so they all claimed, and they were all a year younger than me. I started attending school a year later than the average student.

Being a virgin at this age didn't come from a lack of trying if that's what you're thinking. Oh no. I actually came close on a few occasions, but ultimately failed each time. For instance, about a year earlier I was at my best friend's big sister's twenty-first birthday party. And what a party it was. The house was packed full of people. There was booze on almost every table you could find. Girls ran around in their bikinis. And music was played by both a band and DJ.

Nate and I didn't gate-crash this event, by the way. Lindsey was pretty cool and had given the two of us permission to be there. Anyway, during the evening I managed to get into a conversation with one of her university friends. Michelle was her name - if memory serves me correct - a tall slender young thing, with dark hair, pale blue eyes, and a deadly smile.

She must've liked what I'd been saying to her. She couldn't seem to stop playing with her hair or flashing me that smile of hers. I'm no pick-up artist, but I knew these were good signs. I didn't know how good, though, because about twenty minutes into our conversation she said something I could never say I saw coming:

"Do you wanna make out?"

I hesitated as if it was a trick question. "Of course."

With a smile she moved closer in on the couch and rested her arms on my shoulders. Then her face moved in and lips merged with mine. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her closer as her pierced tongue pushed past my lips. Why can't it always be this easy? Our tongues dueled inside my mouth for a little while before we made them cross over and play inside hers.

"Wow," she said a couple minutes later. "You're a good kisser. You're actually making me wet."

I'm sure this put a silly looking grin on my face. "I'm glad I could be of service."

She laughed. "Let's go upstairs and find a room."

Grabbing me by the hand, Michelle hopped off the couch and helped me up. I must say, I was shocked with how - for lack of a nicer word - slutty this girl was. But I wasn't complaining and if this was how most of the girls in university were, I couldn't wait to get started. We made our way upstairs and entered the first available room we could find, which also happened to be the hostess's room - hopefully she wouldn't mind.

As soon as the door was closed Michelle had her arms around my neck, boobs squashed against my chest and lips locked with mine in a heartbeat. She almost knocked us over. I couldn't say I was used to her kind of enthusiasm, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. I placed my hands on her small buttocks and made out with her for the next few minutes.

Then she used her chest to push me backwards until the backs of my legs bumped into something. I wasn't sure what it was. Michelle placed her hands on my chest and gave me a hard shove. Suddenly falling backwards gave me a bit of a fright, but to my relief I landed on a bed. This girl's pretty damn aggressive.

She hooked her fingers under the hem of her black shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the lacy black bra she had on. I'm not great at estimating cup sizes, but her boobs looked to be somewhere between B and C cups. Man I couldn't wait to get an eyeful of those puppies. Fortunately I didn't have to wait too long; her next step was to unclasp and let her bra slide down her pale arms.

"Like what you see?" She placed her hands on both sides of her tits and squeezed them together.

"What do you think?" I looked at the bulge in my jeans.

With a smile she crawled on top of me, crushed her boobs on my chest and pressed our lips together. The feeling of her hard nipples poking into my chest caused my cock to twitch as we continued to make out. As she gently bit my lower lip her hand slid its way down my torso and unbuttoned my jeans. Then it found its way into my boxer briefs and took a firm hold of my cock. I couldn't stop myself from groaning into her mouth. The softness of her palm could make a cloud feel insecure.

As her hand worked its way up and down my shaft, I could tell she was no amateur in the tricky art of the hand job. She made great use of the pre-cum my cock emitted and made sure she gave my glans a little extra affection. Her technique was majestic. When she removed her upper lip from my mouth, she got in between my legs, hooked her fingers into my jeans and underwear and pulled them down. I raised my hips and helped her get them around my ankles.

Now on her knees, she retook a hold of my shaft. My heart pounded as I watched her tongue slip from her lips. Then my eyes closed and legs trembled as she lightly circled her tongue around my glans a few times. When she took me into her mouth I couldn't stop myself from groaning. I gently placed a hand on the back of her head as she moved her lips back and forth, only sucking my cockhead as she used her tongue to stroke my slit for what felt like the greatest minute of my life. Then she pushed her head lower and started taking the rest of my erection into her mouth.

She couldn't get the entire length in, but it didn't matter to me. I was still having a great time. Michelle skillfully bobbed her head for the next three minutes or so, making soft moist noises and causing me to moan and groan. I couldn't believe my luck. I was with a beautiful girl who I'd just met and she was giving me head! The level of my excitement was off the charts! It's not like all my weekends turned out like this.

Michelle popped me from her mouth and looked me in the eye. The look of lust in her eyes was in HD. She got to her feet, removed her shoes and squeezed her thumbs into her jeans. Then she wiggled her hips and pushed her pants down her long smooth legs. Her black thong went down with her jeans in the process, leaving her completely hairless pussy exposed. I removed my shirt as she stepped out of her pants.

The raven haired beauty then straddled my lap and let her pussy hover a couple inches or so above my waiting cock. I thought I was excited during the blowjob but that didn't compare to the feeling I got from knowing she was going to let me fuck her. I'd finally know what being with a woman was like. But I felt no need to rush and earlier on I'd made myself the mental promise of sucking on those wonderful tits.

I placed my left hand on her hip, moved my face in and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. She moaned as she placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against her tit. Then my right hand came up and cupped her mound. Boy was she wet. I pushed my middle and index finger past her labia and heard a moan.

But apparently my fingers weren't what she wanted inside her. She placed a hand on my wrist, removed my fingers from her sex and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I'd rather have your cock in there." She smiled as her frame lowered.

I thought the moment I'd been waiting for had finally arrived, but to my utter disappointment the bedroom door swung open, causing the descent of her body to stop and both our heads to turn. "Oh my God!" said Lindsey, with her eyes as wide as tennis balls. "Michelle, what're you doing?"

"Ah," Michelle looked at my cock and then back to her friend, "what does it look like?"

"It looks like you're about to have sex with my little brother's friend - in my room."

"Your little brother's friend?" Michelle's head made a quick turn so she could look into my eyes. The look of shock in her own eyes gave me a horrible feeling. She turned her attention back to Lindsey. "Really?"

"Yep." Lindsey nodded with a smile. "He's in high school."

"Shit!" Michelle hopped off the bed and picked up her pants and underwear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Sorry, Chris, but I didn't know you were in high school." She stepped into her thong. "And I don't fuck kids."

"I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen."

"That's still a little too young for me. Sorry."

And that's the story of how I got cock-blocked by my best friend's older sister.

Then there's the time we decided to throw a party. Actually, it was more like a get-together and it took place at Dean's house, right after school on a Friday. We had a handful of girls in our grade there. There was plenty of food and drinks to go around. And music was played by a phone connected to a large speaker. I remember being a little bored at first, but that was only until I got into a conversation with Rosemary, a black girl who I was in the same math's class as.

Rose also happened to be one of Heather's close friends - the name of my ex. I'd always found Rose to be attractive, and who could blame me? I mean with those shimmering brown eyes, flawless brown skin, and wonderfully shaped derrière. I'd even seen her on a billboard once, modeling for Pond's. She was definitely what one would call "hot". I never bothered trying to hit on her, though. I didn't think I was the kind of guy she was interested in. So it came as a bit of a surprise when she told me she'd always had a small crush on me.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." Rose nodded with a smile and took a sip of her drink. "I always wondered why you never spoke to me."

"Umm, if I'm honest, it's probably because I thought you were out of my league."

She laughed. "I think I can let you get away with that excuse."

We continued to chat for a little while longer before I excused myself to use the bathroom. While I was in there, relieving myself, I couldn't stop thinking about Rose. I found it hard to believe she was really interested in me. I also wondered what I was going to do with this information. Ask her out? Try to sleep with her? You know what, maybe I wouldn't do anything at all. No. I had to do something about this. I just wasn't sure what.

Once I finished using the toilet I quickly washed my hands. Then, after I closed the taps, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of my name being called. Before I could answer, the door creaked open and in walked Rose. I was shocked. So shocked I said nothing about this. I could only stand there with my mouth open as she walked up to me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and subtle smile on her face.

Without a word she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her soft lips against my own. For a few moments I honestly didn't know what to do. It was as if all my knowledge in this field had been erased from my mind. I could only stand there as she continued to kiss me. But then my hands came up, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as I reciprocated the kiss. All of a sudden my brain was functioning.

I leaned back and balanced myself against the sink as I pushed my tongue past her lips. The soft sensation they provided was amazing. The subtle smell of her perfume made my insides tremble. And the fact her front was pressed right against mine had me swelling in my slacks. I had a full-fledged erection within seconds. I can't believe I'm making out with freakin' Rosemary!

The sound of heavy breathing and smacking lips echoed through the bathroom for the next few minutes. Then my right hand travelled down her hip before it rested on her bare thigh, right under her school skirt, which was patterned like a kilt. I knew where my hand wanted to go next, but I begged myself not to let it. I need to take this slow! What if she freaks out?

But I couldn't help myself. Driven but lust and alcohol, my hand moved higher up her thigh until it was hidden by her skirt. My heart thudded as I waited for her protest. But to my delight it didn't come. Rose continued making out with me as if my hand was exactly where it was supposed to be. Encouraged my hand moved higher up her thigh, until I felt the soft fabric of her cotton panties.

I thought for sure now she would say something about what I was doing. But Rose remained silent. The climb of my hand continued. Once I felt the waistband of her panties I curled my fingers inside them. Rose pulled me closer and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I now knew for sure she wouldn't say anything about what was going on under her skirt.

I slowly flipped my hand over and pushed it downwards. The sensation of her low-cut pubic hairs grazing my palm caused the mild tremble of my frame. Once I had her pussy cupped in my palm my free hand went around her hip and grasped her right buttock. I pushed my middle and index finger past her tight labia, causing her to gasp. As I worked my digits in and out of her she used her hips to grind her clit into my palm.

I wanted nothing more than to whip out my cock, throw her legs around my waist and fuck her good and hard. But I also knew rushing to get your cock inside a girl carried a high chance of turning her off, and I'd come too close to ending my streak to fuck it up now. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her for the next few minutes, trying my best to get her to cum as we continued to make out. That didn't happen, though. All I could manage was to get her wetter. Hopefully my cock would do the trick.

I extracted my fingers from her sex then pushed my thumbs inside her waistband. Please don't resist. I pushed her panties down her hips. Rose didn't. In fact, she helped me get them around her thighs. My patience had paid off! I placed my hands on her hips, brought her over to the sink and slowly spun her around.

"Please tell me you have a condom."

"I do." I reached into my pocket, pulled out my wallet and withdrew the rubber I kept in there, which I thought would expire before I ever got to use it. And it turns out I was right about that, because once I unwrapped and rolled it down my cock, I said something that had me kicking myself for weeks thereafter. I don't know what possessed me to say it - a lapse in concentration, perhaps. All I know is the words just seemed to tumble out my mouth:

"Heather never let me fuck her while we were together. If only she could see us now."

"What?" Rose looked over her shoulder. The scowl she wore made me realise the mistake I'd made.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh. Then how did you mean it, Chris?"

"Ummm." For a few seconds I was lost for words. What did I mean by that? "Nothing."

"Ppppssshhh, yea right." She pulled her underwear back up. "You're probably not even interested in me, are you? You're just tryna fuck me to get back at Heather for dumping you. She's what this is really about, isn't she?"

"No, come on, Rose. It's not like that."

"Yea, I bet." Her eyes rolled. "Thanks for letting me know how much of an asshole you are before this went any further." She brushed past me and walked out the bathroom.

"Fuck my life."

And that's the story of how I shot myself in the foot. I would go through a couple more times of how I almost lost my virginity, but I think you get the point - I couldn't seem to get it done. As a result of all my failed attempts, I started to think I was cursed. I knew I was just being superstitious, but that didn't stop me from thinking I'd become the real life forty year old virgin, and it scared the crap out of me. But that only lasted until the night this story really began.

Chapter Two: The Woman Online

Sitting on the couch I watched one of my favorite shows on TV at the time - Guy Code. If you're unfamiliar with it, it was basically a lifestyle program that discussed all the unwritten rules that come with being a man. Anyway, during this particular episode one of the topics the cast discussed was "online dating", and the general consensus was there was no longer a stigma attached to it. It was supposedly no longer only being done by really desperate people and psychopaths.

I found this to be interesting. But what really got my attention was a story told by one of the cast members. He told us about this roommate of his, who basically used to use online dating sites as a way to sleep with a bunch of women. Every week he'd bring a girl to their apartment, fuck her and move on to the next one. Which didn't sound like something I wanted to do, but it got me thinking.

Back when I was a little younger I used to love playing football, or soccer, and in every team I was a part of I used to play in the centre forward role. Which, in case you're not into the sport, is the position of the player who's responsible for scoring a good deal of the team's goals, and at the beginning of every season I used to struggle to score any. But as soon as I got that first one in, I couldn't seem to stop scoring thereafter.

I was probably being superstitious again, but maybe, just maybe, if I could sleep with one girl that would open the floodgates and my curse would be lifted. And this online dating idea seemed to be the easiest way to get the snowball rolling. Well, either that or a prostitute. But I wasn't that desperate and wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if I lost my virginity to a hooker. A fuck buddy - I could live with that.

When I got to my room I switched on my PC, went onto the internet and did a Google search for "online dating sites". I wasn't interested in joining any of the sites which came up. They seemed too formal and I assumed the type of people on them were looking for real relationships, not somebody to hook up with. I did a search for "horny local girls" next and found a bunch of sites which catered for horny individuals such as myself.

After selecting one with a nice enough design, I paid my three month membership fees, entered most of the details the site asked for and uploaded a picture of myself. A feeling of nervousness and excitement rings a bell as I sent out messages to a few of the twenty-something year olds who lived in my district. Sadly not one of them got back to me. I knew because they were attractive they probably received tons of messages a day and couldn't possibly get back to them all.

What's more, they'd probably already found the guy they were looking for. But even with this reasoning, I couldn't help feeling disheartened. But then, after my profile picture got approved, I received a couple of messages a day from women who liked what they saw on my account. The problem with these women, however, was none of them lived anywhere near where I did. So I didn't even bother trying to establish a relationship with them. I was starting to have my doubts about this online dating thing. But then I received a message from a woman named Jackie:

"Hey there, young stuff. If you're looking for a good time and a woman who knows her way around the bedroom, you know where to find me."

Jackie was in her late thirties and lived only a couple neighborhoods away from me. From her profile picture I could tell she wasn't one of the most attractive women you can find. But you couldn't call her ugly either. I'd call her...above average. She had long jet-black hair, what looked like grey eyes and a huge pair of tits - I believe they were triple Fs. I could also tell she was slightly heavier than the average woman, but this didn't bother me. I actually like curvy women.I also didn't mind the fact she was twice my age, as the acronym "MILF" was often used while I was on the internet. You can blame that on Mrs. Partridge, my ninth grade science teacher - but I digress. I quickly typed my reply and then after that Jackie and I began IM'ing on a regular basis. We started off by getting to know one another. You know; what we did in our spare time, past relationships, that sort of thing. She also told me about her two kids and job as a chef.

I really liked talking to Jackie. Our conversations just seemed to flow. In fact, I felt so comfortable talking to her I even told her I was still a virgin. Which I thought was a mistake until she told me how much she looked forward to teaching me how to please a woman. After that our conversations took a more sexual turn. I'd stroke my cock and she'd tell me about the amount of fingers she had stuffed in her pussy as we typed out all the dirty details we wanted to do to one another.

I blew my load two to three times a night reading her words, and that only worsened after the role playing game she suggested. It basically involved us typing our way through all different kinds of...let's say; everyday scenarios, and the ultimate goal was to get our character's to hook up. The scenarios may have been a little cheesy and farfetched, but they always got me hard as hell.

"Carrying your hot box of pizza, I walk up to your front door and ring the bell," I typed then waited a few moments for her reply.

"Dressed in my white robe, I open the door, see you and can't help but think: He's a cutie."

"'Hi, ma'am. I've got your pizza here.'"

"'How much is it gonna cost me?'"

"'Fifty bucks.'"

"'Okay. Would you mind waiting in my living room while I get my purse?'"

"'No problem.'"

"I lead you to my living room, where you take a seat on my couch. I tell you I'll be right back and head to my room, where I take the money I owe you out of my purse. But as I do, a naughty idea pops into my head. Here's the thing; I haven't had sex in months. My poor pussy hasn't been stuffed by anything other than my cold dildo.

"And I can't help but think that hunky young man sitting on my couch is the perfect answer to my little problem. With a smile I place my money back into my purse, get out of my robe and into my skimpiest nightie (no panties). Then I head back to the living room, where I say, 'I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't seem to have enough money for the pizza.'"

I chuckled. "I take one look at what you're wearing and can see where this is going. 'Is that so?'"

"'Uh-huh. Is there any other way I can pay for it?'"

"I examine your sexy body for a few moments. Then I motion you to come and stand in between my legs."

"Mmmmm, my nipples stiffen as I walk up to you and stand exactly where you want me."

"'Are you willing to suck on a stranger's cock just for a pizza?'"

"I nod with a smile."

"'Dose that speak on how hungry or horny you are?'"

"'Both,' I get on my knees, reach into your pants and pull out that wonderful cock of yours before I take it into my mouth."

"'This better be worth the drive here you cock hungry slut.'" Normally I'd never use this kind of language while taking to a lady, but I'd come to learn how much Jackie loved it.

"I pop you from my mouth and say, 'It will be, sir.' I wink then take your cock back into my mouth."

"I like that word, 'sir'. The blowjob isn't bad either."

"I let go of your shaft, brace myself with your cockhead in my mouth and push my head downwards to take you into the back of my throat."

"'Ahhh, at least you know what you're doing, slut.' I place a hand on the back of your head and start moving my hips up and down, jabbing my cockhead into your throat."

"Mmmm, I feel my eyes watering up and want to thank you for the compliment, but I'm too busy taking you into my throat."

"'I wonder what your father would say if he saw you sucking cock like this for food?'"

"I grab your shaft, pop you from my lips and say, 'He probably wouldn't have said anything, sir. He would've just given my ass a good hiding.' I take your cockhead in my mouth and use my tongue to play with it as I suck in your pre-cum."

"'I like the sound of that. Get over the arm of the couch, slut.'"

"'Yes, sir.' I get up and do as I was told."

"I get behind you and rub that nightie covered ass of yours. Then I push your nightie up your hips, exposing your creamy butt cheeks. I use both hands to massage them for a little while, enjoying their soft sensation. Then I pull off my belt and give your ass and nice hard lash."

"'Ouch!' I cry as my pussy saturates. 'That's one, sir.'"

"'Good girl, counting without me having to tell you. But that's not gonna save you from getting spanked...you've been bad.' I give your ass another lash."

"I don't want you to stop spanking me, but I'm too much of a sub to say that out loud. 'That's two, sir.'"

"I give you three more hard lashes."

"And I let out a cry each time and keep counting, 'Three, sir...Four, sir...Five, sir.'"

"Once I get your ass all nice and red, I throw my belt to the floor, take a hold of my cock and press the tip of it against your pussy lips."

"Mmmmmmmm."

"'Tell me how much you want this cock, slut.' I brush my tip up and down your wet lips."

"'Oh yes, I want your cock sooo badly, sir. Please give it to me! I need it!'"

"'Because you're a...'"

"'A cock hungry slut.'"

"I take a hold of your hips, push my own hips forward and drive my cock deep inside of you."

"'Oooooh fuck! Yes, sir! That feels so-so good!'"

"I pull you nightie down your back until your tits are exposed. Then I knead those massive mounds of flesh as I start hammering your cunt."

"'Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me good and hard, sir. That's how I like it. Oooooohhh!'"

"I grab onto your hair and pull your head back so I can say this in your ear, 'Take my cock you dirty slut. Take it all.'"

"I love the way you're treating me. 'I'm taking it as best as I can, sir. Keep giving it to me! I'm almost there.'"

"I give your ass five more hard spankings with my hand as I keep driving my hips forward. Then I grab onto your tits again and squeeze your hard nipples."

"'Fuck!' That did the trick. 'I'm cumming, sir! Oh God yes! I'm cummm-aaahhhhh!'"

"I keep squeezing your nipples and fucking you until your noisy orgasm comes to an end."

"'Oh shit! That was...so goooood!'"

"'Where would you like me to cum my new pet?'"

"'Oh God. On my face, sir.'"

"'Then get on your knees, slut.' I pull out of your pussy."

"'Yes, sir.' I hop off the couch, get down on my knees and take a hold of your pussy juice coated cock. Then I point it at my face and stroke it until you blow a huge load all over my face, hitting my nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and lips. But before you can finish unloading, I take your cockhead into my mouth and suck your last few spurts down my throat and into my belly. Then I look up at you and smile, so you can see what you've done."

After reading her last sentence, I found myself at my desk, panting, all sweaty, with a huge load of spunk on my stomach, wishing what we'd typed had really happened. But that's how I felt after every scenario we typed out. I pulled out a few Kleenex tissues, wiped myself off and tossed them into my trashcan. Then I sat back down and continued my chat with Jackie:

"That was a good one."

"I know. You've got me sitting in a puddle over here."

"Lol. You should've seen my stomach a minute ago."

"I wish I had. I would've licked it clean."

Fuck. This woman always knew what to say and it only strengthened my desire to meet her. "So, when do you think I'll finally get the chance to see you?"

"How 'bout this weekend?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Really? You don't think that's too soon?" I have no idea why I was asking questions.

"Nope. We've been chatting for weeks now and I'm dying to see that cock of yours in the flesh, so I can stick it in between my lips, tits and pussy lips for real."

My cock twitched, even though I'd cum not so long ago. "What about your kids?"

"They stay at their father's place on weekends, so I'll have the house all to myself."

"Then it's a date."

"Great! JJJ Listen, I've gotta run. We'll discuss the details tomorrow."

After we wrapped up the conversation by saying goodnight, I felt dirty - in the literal sense. I was sweaty and smelt of semen and I didn't plan on sleeping like that. I hopped to my feet and headed to my bathroom, where I stripped and entered my shower. As the water splashed my face and cascaded down my body I couldn't get the thought of Jackie out of my mind.

I was finally going to meet her! And after this weekend I would no longer be a nineteen year old virgin. Moreover, most of the guys my age could only dream about the kind of sex I'd have with Jackie. I was so excited I couldn't restrain myself from dancing as I scrubbed my body. As I did I thought I heard the sound of my name being called, but wasn't sure until I heard it again; Mom was definitely calling me. Wondering what she wanted I decided I'd head to her bedroom after I got done.

Fifteen minutes or so later I turned the taps off, stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel. Then I stepped to my sink and brushed my teeth. The curse will soon be lifted. I looked into the mirror on the wall with a smile after rinsing. Once I switched off the bathroom light, I walked down the hallway and entered my bedroom. I found my mom in there. She was sitting at my desk, facing away from me, and was dressed in a white shirt and baby blue pyjama bottoms. What's more, she had her honey blonde hair tied in a ponytail.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I walked to my closet.

"What's this?" She turned to face me as she pointed at the screen of my PC.

Shit. Did I forget to close the chat I had with Jackie?

Chapter Three: Maternal Intervention

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Christopher. Who's this woman you're talking to?"

"Umm, she's a friend...a friend from school."

"Stop lying to me. Her profile says she's thirty-eight, and she's talking about kids and an ex-husband."

"Jeez, Mom, have you ever heard of respecting other people's privacy?" I walked to her and closed the internet window.

"Don't try 'n' flip this on me; you're the one in the wrong here. Okay, you know what, let's not argue about this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just...worried."

The apprehensive look in her eyes confirmed what she said. I sighed. "You don't have to worry, Mom. Nothing-"

"What do you mean I don't have to worry? Of course I do. You don't know who this person is. And you're planning on meeting her this weekend? What if it's some fifty year old man, who plans to do...Lord knows what to you?"

I didn't have a reply. Mom had a point. There was a possibility in that being true. I watched Catfish.

"Why're you doing this, honey? You're a handsome young man. Why're you on the internet trying to get into a relationship with a woman who's nearly forty years old? I'm pretty sure there're plenty of girls your age who'd love to date you."

I let out another sigh as I walked to my bed. I really didn't want to have this conversation with her, but there was no avoiding it. I took a seat and said, "It's complicated."

"What's complicated?"

"The reason why I'm talking to Jackie...that woman on the internet."

"Okay, well...try to explain it to me. I'm not an idiot."

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "It's a...it's a sex thing."

"Okay. I figured out that much...from your chat. And I guess our discussion on this matter is long overdue." Mom thought for a moment. "You've reached the legal age now and I know all the guys your age want to experiment...sexually - there's nothing much I can do about that. I'm also pretty sure you know why you should always practice safe sex. But why don't you do that stuff with one of the girls in your school?"

"I tried to, but for some reason...every time I try to get...sexual with a girl I end up messing it up somehow."

"So that's what this is about - you're a virgin?" Her eyebrows rose.

I groaned as my head fell back.

Mom laughed softly. "But there's nothing wrong with being a virgin, hon."

"Yea right."

"I'm serious, Chris." She got up and came to sit beside me. "And besides, you don't want your first time to be with some stranger you met on the internet, you want it to be with someone special - someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with."

Oh jeez. Trust my mother to say something that gay. "Okay, honestly, Mom, the world doesn't work that way. These days, if you're not having sex then you're a loser - especially if you're a guy."

She mulled for a moment. "Be that as it may, what does this woman you're talking to have to do with this? Nobody's gonna praise you for sleeping with her."

"It's not about getting people to praise me, Mom. It's..." I'd been trying to avoid saying this throughout the conversation, I didn't want my mom to think I was a goofball, but there was no avoiding it, "it's about my curse." I sighed. "I think if I can sleep with Jackie my curse will go away and I'll stop slipping up every time I try to have sex with a girl."

Mom smiled. She actually looked tempted to laugh. "You know how silly that sounds, don't you, hon?"

I nodded.

"But I get it. Everybody's at least a little superstitious. I wiggle my nose before I get on a plane. And I kinda see why you think sleeping with this woman will help you. It's more of a confidence thing. But I still don't trust her. There're a lot of weird people in this world and a lot of them use the kind of site that you're on. I'm a paralegal. Trust me; I know. So please just be patient, hon. I promise you, it will eventually happen - hopefully with the right girl."

It took a few seconds for me to say, "Fine."

Two nights later I was in my room studying. If there was anything I took more seriously than my love life - or lack thereof - it was definitely my school work. I planned on becoming an attorney and I knew the kind of grades required in order to do so. I was no genius, but I knew if I studied hard enough no grade was unreachable. You might wonder why I'd choose to pursue this career path. I mean, with all the flak that lawyers get. And it's not because I wanted to make a lot of money. I wanted to become an attorney because it's what my father did. He was my hero and I aspired to be like him.

Dad was killed six years earlier, on the night of my grandmother's birthday. While taking her out for dinner as an extra present, some drunken idiot slammed into them. The hit sent them flying off the road and down an embankment, causing the car they were in to flip over a few times. Granny ended up in the hospital for a couple of weeks, but Dad wasn't so lucky. The head injury he received was too severe. The guy in the other car got out unscathed to add insult to injury, but received a three year jail sentence.

Dad's passing was tough on the entire family. I remember crying, throwing stuff around and punching walls for weeks. But the person my father's death affected the most was my older sister, Kirsten. She mourned as long as everybody else did, if not then more, but it didn't stop there with her. She began drinking, partying and arguing with Mom way more than she normally did. There was even a time we had to bail her out of jail for public intoxication and indecency.

She was out of control and ended up dropping out of high school. Mom did everything in her power to get her to go back, but my sister refused to comply. She's a waitress slash bartender now and lives on the other side of town with her boyfriend, Craig. I check up on her every now and then and she seems to be doing alright.

Sis' downward spiral broke our mother's heart, though, and I think it added extra incentive to me wanting to become a better student. I didn't want Mom to be disappointed in both her children. The only positive thing to come out of Dad's death was the insurance money. It meant we got to keep our house and that my education would be taken care of. Mom didn't make a lot of money as a paralegal. But she didn't need to. We were comfortable.

I flipped a page in my history book. I'd also been thinking about the whole Jackie situation. I'll admit it; I still wanted to meet her pretty badly. I'd given Mom my word I wouldn't, but I was seriously starting to think I was going to go back on it. I was convinced Jackie was really who she said she was. But still, I couldn't help thinking Mom might be right; I could really be talking to some cunning predator.

Maybe I should video chat with Jackie before I meet up with her...Yea. I nodded. Why didn't I think of that before? I heard a knock on my door and once I answered Mom came walking in. "Hey, hon. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Sure." I swivelled my chair. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Well," she took a seat on my bed, "I've been thinking about the problem you told me about the other night and I think I've come up with a solution that can help you."

I stared at her for a few seconds then nodded. "Oookkkaaayyy."

"You know my friend Rochelle, right?"

How could I forget her? She was without a doubt my mother's hottest friend and honestly one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, which includes the people on TV. She had long blood red hair. A dark pair of green eyes, with a splash of brown in her left...or was it her right? Her mildly bronze skin didn't carry a single blemish. And her body should only be described as "magnificent".

She was blessed with a perfectly symmetrical hourglass figure. She had a pair of breasts that brought the image of two coconuts perched in a tree on some tropical island to mind. There wasn't the slightest hint of sag to them and couldn't be called too big or too small. Their size suited her body to a tee. But I'm willing to bet my house she'd undergone breast augmentation surgery.

Rochelle also had spectacular round ass, and a gorgeous pair of legs that looked capable of kicking a football right across the length of a field. She was one sexy woman. And I couldn't think of a single thing wrong with her. Except, maybe she wore a little too much makeup. But now I'm just nit-picking. It's pretty obvious I spent a little bit of time fantasising about this woman, but why was my mom bringing her up?

"Yea." I nodded.

"Well, about a year ago she told me what a strapping young man she thought you'd become and even admitted she wouldn't mind sleeping with you."

I was shocked. I thought my odds in sleeping with Rochelle were as good as trying to get a suntan in Antarctica. I leaned forward and listened to Mom with meerkat ears.

"I told her to keep her paws off you. I know how much of a man-eater she can be. But because of the scare you gave me the other night, and because I've got this sneaky feeling you still plan on meeting that woman, I decided to meet up with Rochelle today and asked her if she was still interested in you."

"And," I leaned forward even more, "what did she say?"

"She said she still is." She nodded. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm not crazy about this whole idea. But I figured, better the devil you know. So, are you interested?"

I'm I interested? Is she serious? "Yea," I said, with a slight shrug, trying not to look too excited. "But how exactly is this gonna work?"

"Good question. It's not like she wants you to just show up at her house, pick her up and take her to her bedroom. Girls don't work that way. Even if the main goal is sex, there still needs to be at least a little bit of romance involved. So here's the deal, you'll take her out on a date this weekend and if all goes well...she'll make you a happy man."

I felt my stomach churn. "I don't like the sound of this idea anymore, Mom."

"Why's that, hon?"

"You know why. I'm gonna mess this up somehow."

Mom placed a hand on her chin and leaned forward to mull for a while. "Okay. Then how about this; why don't you and I go out on a date first? I'll give you some tips and let you know every time you do something that might...turn a girl like Rochelle off."

"Hmm. That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

A couple hours later I lay in bed and thought about the next few days to come. I'd also decided to abandon the whole idea of meeting Jackie, which was a bit of a douchebag move, but all the effort Mom was putting in to help me out told me it was the right thing to do. I was definitely excited about my date with Rochelle, but my practice date with Mom had stirred up some dark feelings I'd long suppressed.

About four years earlier my best friend Nate came to stay over at my house. We were in the living room that evening, playing Call of Duty on my Play Station. As Nate got up to head to the bathroom his cell phone fell from his pocket without him noticing. A strange occurrence had taken place earlier that day. When I tried to use Nate's phone to send a new song he had to my phone, he freaked out and snatched it from my hand so he could send the song himself.

His reaction told me he was hiding something - probably porn I figured. And now I had the opportunity to find out exactly what kind of porn he watched. With a smile I picked up his phone and opened his "My Files" folder. I checked his pictures' file first, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in there. I opened his videos' file next and found about eight untitled videos. Wondering what the vids were I pressed play on the first one and was shocked by what I saw.

It was a video of Lindsey, Nate's older sister and the girl whose twenty-first birthday party I'd go to in three years' time. My hand came over my mouth as I watched her towel drop. It was clear she'd just come out of the shower or bath and that she didn't know she was being recorded. I watched my best friend's blonde sister rub lotion all over her petite frame before hopping into a pair of panties, pink shorts, and a blue shirt.

I could only quickly run through three more videos before I heard Nate coming back from the bathroom. They also turned out to be nude videos of his sister. I couldn't believe Nate was doing this. But what was even more surprising was the rock hard erection in my pants. Yes, seeing Lindsey in the nude was nice, but what got me going was her brother's clear fascination with her. I found his lustful actions towards a close family member to be more intriguing than off putting.

Not too long after this incidence, I found myself looking at my mother and sister in a new light, but mainly my mom. She was a beautiful lady, who'd slightly long golden hair and a big pair of brown eyes. I'll be real with you; Mom's ass was nothing to write home about, but her long toned legs and tight figure made up for it. She actually sort of reminds me of Julie Bowen. Mom's boobs were another thing she could easily brag about. They were as nice as her friend Rochelle's, but my mother's C cups belonged to her.

I thought her best feature was her smile, though. I know that sounds as corny as fuck, but I'm being honest. Whenever she'd show off those pearly whites time seemed to slow down to give you an opportunity to take in the exquisite site...Or did that just happen to me? I knew I was one sick puppy for looking at her in this manner and had decided to bury my unnatural feelings deep within.

Chapter Four: The Kiss from Nowhere

Mom and I arrived at a restaurant the next night. Almost every seat in the house was in use. I found the décor to be elegant. And in a funny way, I think that was accentuated by the dimmed lighting. I especially liked the simple way the tables had been set up. What's more, light orchestral music played in the background and nearly every customer was sharply dressed, even though there was no dress code.

We were seated on the second floor, nearby an open door and small veranda, where we were treated to some view. There was a quarter-moon in the partially clouded sky, which was surrounded by an unusual amount of stars. To add to the beauty of the night my mother was dressed in a tight fitting black dress, which showed off the lower half of her legs and an acceptable amount of cleavage. I thought the dress gave her a perfectly balanced look of sexy and classy.

She'd also applied her makeup. Not a lot, though, just enough to give her the naturally beautiful look, which I love. She also had a set of drop earrings in and her hair was stylishly pinned behind her head. She really did look beautiful. I remember feeling somewhat proud when I walked in with her on my arm, even though the two guys who smiled and raised their chins at me had the wrong idea. I myself was in a blue suit, had combed my golden locks and looked "dapper", according to Mom.

"Honey, my eyes are up here." She smiled.

I felt my face turn crimson. "Sorry about that. I was just...admiring how wonderful you look."

"It's okay. Just try not to do that on your date with Rochelle."

"Right." I nodded, grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip.

"Hey, don't get carried away with the alcohol - you're the one driving us home." Mom's smile showed off her teeth.

I realised then I had a cool mom. She'd just caught me staring at her tits, yet there she was making jokes. Okay, that might not have been a joke, but it felt like one. I smiled back as the waiter returned from the kitchen with our food. Mom had ordered a smoked chicken salad for a starter, whereas I'd decided to go with a small bowl of pasta.

"I'm not too sure what to talk about on my date with Rochelle." I grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled Mom's glass. "What's she interested in?"

"Umm...I wouldn't worry too much about what you're gonna talk about if I were you." She took a sip. "Just let the conversation steer itself. Besides, if you get stuck you can always ask her what she's interested in and get the answer from her."

"That's pretty good advice. Got anymore gems like that?"

"A few actually." She laughed. "But off the top of my head; listen carefully to what she says, try to behave like a gentleman, and don't talk about yourself too much - girls hate that."

"Okay." I nodded and decided to immediately take her last piece of advice. "So, Mom, why aren't you on the dating scene anymore?"

Mom looked a little surprised.

I asked this question because a few years after my father's death she finally started seeing other men, which was something that never bothered me - aside from a mild feeling of envy that came up each time I saw her with a guy - I knew she'd eventually have to move on with her life. But for some reason, none of her relationships seemed to last. She'd go out with a guy for a week or two and then after that I'd never see him again. The only relationship that lasted for a few months was the one she shared with Don, but they parted ways a year earlier.

"Umm, I'd rather just focus on my job right now than be in a relationship."

Ah, the classic "I'd rather focus on my career" excuse. "Yea, but, Mom...it's been a year."

"I know." She sighed. "If I'm honest, I'm not dating anymore because most of these men out here only seem interested in sleeping with me and none of them seem capable of making me as happy as your father did. Besides, I don't want to be in a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship."

"Is that why you still wear your wedding ring?"

Mom's left hand twitched before it rose so she could take a look at her ring. The only time she took it off was when she was in a relationship or on a date. She'd always place it beside Dad's ring, which was in the living room beside his urn and our family portrait. But as soon as that date or relationship was over, it would go right back on her finger. I noticed a flicker of sadness in her eyes.

"I get it." I placed a hand on one of hers. "And besides, you don't need to find another man - you've got me."

Mom smiled. "Hey, did you know your father used to love bringing me here?"

I didn't.

Mom and I ate our food, drank our wine and spoke about everything that came to mind, which included school, work, Kirsten and even the touchy subject of which school I planned on going to the next year, as it was in another province. She also continued to give me advice on how I should conduct myself on my date with Rochelle. All in all, it was a great night and it made me wonder why we didn't go out more often.

We shared a bowl of ice-cream before we paid the bill and then headed to the front desk to pick up Mom's coat. Then we headed to the parking lot, where I made sure I opened the car door for her before I jumped into the driver's seat to take us home.

"Thanks for letting me take you out on this 'date' tonight," I said, using air quotes, as we walked to the front door, "and for all the advice you gave me."

"No problem, sweetie. And if you behave the way you did tonight on your date with Rochelle, she'll be throwing herself at you as soon as you get to her place."

I smiled and felt much more confident in my ability to woo her friend. But I still had a couple more questions. "So what do you think I should do when I get to Rochelle's front door? I mean, should I try to kiss her or something?"

Mom stopped walking as she turned to face me. "Well, since you already know she's interested in sleeping with you; yea, you should do that. But as soon as you're done, walk away and act as if you're heading home. She'll invite you inside before you can take three steps."

I turned my head to take a look at the front door then brought my attention back to Mom. "Would you mind...if I practiced doing all that with you first?"

She thought for a moment then shook her head. "Mm-mm."

I took a deep breath, grabbed her by the hand and then walked her the rest of the way to the door. Then I faced her and said, "I really had a good time with you tonight."

She smiled. "I had a good time with you, too, Chris."

"I hope we can do this again sometime."

"I'd like that."

My heart pounded as I placed a hand on her waist and moved my face in. My eyes closed as I felt my lips press against hers. Their soft sensation seemed to put me under a trance. It felt as if my lips melted as soon as they came into contact with hers. There was also the sweet yet subtle smell of her perfume. It caused my stomach to do backflips. I had no idea a simple kiss could feel so good and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever find another woman who could take me to heaven with the mere use of her lips.

I expected Mom to pull back right about now - she probably expected a quick peck was how I rationalised - but she didn't. This emboldened me. I placed my other hand on the other side of her waist and pulled her closer as I kneaded her lips with my own. I then gently nibbled her lower lip. To my surprise Mom still didn't pull away. In fact, I heard a faint moan as I felt her arms come around my neck. Then her lips parted a bit and a few seconds later I felt the tip of her tongue against my lower lip.

I decided to go with it. I held her little tighter and parted my lips. Mom followed suit. Then I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and made it play with hers. Please tell me this isn't a dream. Mom and I made out for about twenty more seconds before I pulled my head back and looked into her big beautiful brown eyes. I was lightheaded, but remembered this was supposed to be about practice.

"I'll see you around." I removed my hands from her waist and walked off the porch.

"Hey, Chris!" I heard a few seconds later and then turned around. Mom smiled. "Wanna come inside for some coffee?"

I smiled back. "Sure."

"Are you in the mood to watch a movie before we call it a night?" I asked after locking the front door. "It's still pretty early."

"Sure. Just let me get into something more comfortable first."

"I'll make the popcorn."

Mom walked off to her bedroom while I headed to the kitchen. As I entered the pantry, grabbed a bag of popcorn and tossed it into the microwave, I thought about the kiss I shared with her. My head was still reeling from it and I had no idea how it got so out of hand. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda. I also wondered why Mom allowed me to go so far. Was she that committed to the bit? Or was there something more to it? Hmm. I wasn't sure, but whatever the reason I was glad she let it happen.

When the popcorn finished popping, I poured it into a bowl, grabbed two glasses and placed everything on a tray. Then I headed to the living room, where I laid the tray on our glass coffee table and removed my jacket and tie. I took a seat on our largest couch thereafter, opened our recorded movies list and looked for something interesting to watch. Mom walked into the living room not too long after, in a white nightie, which stopped halfway down her thighs. It was the first time I'd ever seen her in it. She was also carrying a white duvet.

"So what're we watching?" she asked as she sat beside me.

It took a few seconds for me to recover from seeing her outfit. "Umm, I was thinking of putting on a horror movie."

"A horror movie, huh? I haven't seen one of those in ages." She grabbed a handful of popcorn. "What's the movie called?"

"The Cabin in the Woods."

"Typical horror movie name. Is it scary?"

"Ahh, not really. But it's the most interesting scary movie I've ever seen and definitely one of my favourites."

"Sounds interesting. Let's watch it."

After I poured the drinks and turned off the light, Mom and I got under the cover, placed the popcorn between us and kicked back to watch the movie. But five minutes into it Mom suggested a change in the way we were seated. She said she was uncomfortable and would prefer to watch the movie lying down. I couldn't see why not. I pressed the pause button then bent over to remove my shoes.

"And take your pants off while you're at it...You look uncomfortable." Once I was left in my boxer briefs and rolled up shirt I got under the cover and lay on my side. Mom lay in front of me and pushed her body right against mine, so she could get the bowl on the couch as well. She also allowed me to have the couch pillow, that way I could watch the movie over her head.

Even though I was uncomfortably squeezed between her and the back of the couch, I really enjoyed the proximity. It felt very intimate. I also enjoyed the sweet scent her hair emitted. It smelt of pineapples if I'm not mistaken. I placed my arm around her and inhaled through my nose as Mom resumed the film. We chewed on the popcorn, sipped our drinks and chuckled at all the quirky bits the movie had to offer. I also couldn't help but smile each time Mom jumped at a random scary moment.

I was really enjoying myself. But about halfway into the movie, I got the fright of my life. I realised I had Mom's lower breast cupped in my palm and that its nipple was trapped between my middle and ring finger. I honestly had no idea how long I'd been doing this, but it must've been a while, 'cause I stopped reaching for popcorn about twenty minutes earlier. Why hasn't she said anything?

I knew the right thing to do would be to move my hand away right about now, but I really didn't want to. The soft yet firm nature of her breast felt too good to release. Besides, Mom didn't seem to mind...or notice. I decided to let my hand be and fixed my eyes on the TV. That's when I noticed the hot blonde chick and her boyfriend were heading into the woods. It caused an inward groan. I'd completely forgotten this movie had a sex scene. How awkward. Especially in the way we were positioned.

I grimaced as the girl on the screen mounted her partner and removed her top. But then I felt Mom's breathing pick up a bit. Was she getting turned on by this? I wondered. Then a mischievous idea crept into my head. I waited a few seconds and then pushed my middle and ring finger towards one another, gently squeezing Mom's nipple. I wasn't sure if what happened next was true, but I could've sworn I heard the faintest of moans.

I waited a few more seconds then squeezed her nipple again, slightly harder this time. "Mmmm." I definitely heard that and it caused my cock to stir. Shit. I hadn't taken this into consideration and felt utterly stuffed. Here's the thing, Mom could've thought I was squeezing her nipple by mistake, but how could she turn a blind eye to an erection? I could see no way. Within seconds I was rock hard and damn sure she could feel it.

To make matters worse the type of boxer briefs I had on had buttons stitched to the front of them. I had no idea why the designer thought this was a good idea. I mean, who opens their underwear to use the toilet? With no way to readjust myself, I could only lie and wait in horror as my cockhead pushed through the seams and pressed against the backs of my mom's thighs. Time seemed to come to a standstill as I waited for her angry response or for her to get up and leave. But neither came. My face scrunched.

A few moments later my curiosity came into play. I decided to see just how tolerant my mother could be. My heart pounded as I slowly thrust my hips and pushed my cockhead a little further between her thighs, which was aided by the pre-cum it had emitted. The sensation was wondrous, but I couldn't fully enjoy it on account of the height of my anxiety. I waited a few seconds, and to my amazement Mom still said nothing. The only difference was her breathing had picked up a little more.

Encouraged and a little more at ease I carefully pushed my hips forward once more and felt the first half of my shaft get swallowed by her inner thighs. It caused my eyes to clench shut. As I sent my cock further in the friction her thighs provided forced a slightly audible groan. I lay still and savoured moment. It felt as if my cock was being strangled by two warm pillars of silk.

Then I felt Mom's legs part, which sent my cock upwards before she clamped her thighs around it again. That move caused the upper side of my shaft to strain against her cotton panty covered crotch. What's more, I could tell they were damp. This revelation made me instantly take back my earlier thoughts. Whoever designed my underwear was a genius.

Motived by Mom's untroubled attitude and clear arousal I slowly pulled my hips back before sending my cock back in. At the same time I adjusted the grip I had on her breast and used my thumb and index finger to gently tweak her nipple, causing Mom to release increasingly louder moans as the pace of her breathing continued to rise.

Her scent drove me wild. Knowing this was my mother amplified the effect. And the soft friction her thighs provided as I pushed and pulled my hips at a quicker pace did wonders in stimulating my cock. I was a man possessed and had no clue what was going on in the movie anymore. Frankly, I didn't care. Who would? All I heard was screaming, cheering, zombies growling and the soft mewing sounds Mom made as I rocked my hips and pinched her nipple.

I have no idea how long I went at it. I was way too caught up in the experience to acknowledge the existence of time. But I do remember when I felt my impending orgasm I held her as tight as I could and trust my hips one last time. I was then washed over by the feeling of euphoria. My eyes rolled back, legs twitched and shaft pulsated as it released the contents of my sac.

Every thought that came to mind was sweet, but none more so than the sentence: This is my mom. Which is probably why I kept repeating it. It prolonged and I think even elevated the mind blowing high of my orgasm, which I came back down from with the loudest of sighs.My mother and I lay motionless and silent. Enough time passed for our breathing to regulate. I wanted to say something to her, but could think of nothing. I wondered where we'd go from here and if I'd taken things too far. Mom slid off the couch and got to her feet. "I think I'm gonna call it a night." She stretched her back with a yawn. "I've gotta go to work tomorrow. See you in the morning." She walked off.

Her nonchalant behaviour made me wonder if I'd imagined what took place before she stood up. I knew this wasn't the case, though, as I looked over the arm of the couch and saw my cum slowly sliding down her legs. It caused my insides to tremble.

Chapter Five: The Inadvertent Coax

The alarm on my phone went off extra early the next morning. I'd set it to do this because today wasn't any old day, it was a special day; my mom's birthday and she was officially forty-three. I switched off the alarm, rolled out of bed and headed to my bathroom to take a quick shower. When I got back to my room I got into my school uniform then headed to the kitchen, where I entered the pantry and came out with flour, oil and baking power. I also collected sugar, salt, milk, and eggs.

I planned on making Mom her favourite breakfast meal - pancakes. I thought she'd love this as her first treat of the day, because I normally never cooked for her. This wasn't because I didn't want to or was too lazy. It's because, in all honesty, my cooking sucks. I remember the time I tried making us lasagne. My sister coldheartedly compared it to "vomit". But even though I was no Gordon Ramsay, I could whip up a mean batch of pancakes.

I heard Mom turning her shower on as I mixed the batter in a bowl. This didn't cause me to think I needed to rush, though. It's no secret women like taking their time to get ready, and my mother was no exception. I finished making the last two pancakes a few minutes before she walked into the kitchen. She had her hair tied in a bun, wore a dark red blouse, a black jacket, black skirt, black stockings and black shoes. I'd always found a woman dressed in formal attire to be sexy, but Mom seemed to look even more alluring than usual. It was probably because of what took place the night before.

"Happy birthday, Mom." I spread my arms as I approached her.

"Awww, thank you, sweetie." She smiled from ear to ear. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which I topped off with a hug she purred to. "And you made me pancakes. Awww, what a sweet birthday present."

"And this is just your first one. You'll get the other when you get back from work."

She smiled again. "I can't wait."

Once Mom and I got into our seats we poured our drinks and dug into the pancakes. But the cheerful mood was soon broken. As a look of suddenly-remembering-something came across Mom's face, she slowly placed her fork and knife on her plate. "Honey, we need to talk about what happened last night."

I took a deep breath and exhaled. The inflection she used told me where this was going. "Okay."

"I'm really sorry about-"

"No...Mom, I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did."

She thought for a moment. "Be that as it may, I was the parent in the whole situation and should've put a stop to things...I really don't know what got into me." The look of disappointment in her eyes was heart breaking.

After sitting through a lengthy moment of silence I asked, "So what do we do now?"

"Nothing." She shook her head. "We'll just carry on like normal and pretend as if last night never happened. Oh yea and, Chris, what happened at the front door...and on the couch last night can never happen again. Okay?" Her eyebrows rose gently.

A part of me was dying to put up an argument, but I decided against it. I didn't want to pressure Mom into doing anything she was uncomfortable with, especially if it would bring back that look I saw in her eyes moments earlier. "Okay." I nodded.

My day at school was hardly different from the rest. I learned, joked with my circle and was dropped off at home by JP, who lived down the street. The only difference was I was a little more distracted in class than usual. I couldn't get the images of the previous night out of my head. The feeling I got from kissing Mom resurfaced each time I thought about our two minutes on the porch. The smell of her perfume and pineapple scented hair taunted me from afar.

Don't even get me started on the feeling of her breast in my palm and body against mine on the couch. I got my ass chewed off by Mrs. Coetzee - to the delight of Dean - after she asked me to answer a question I didn't hear. I was too busy daydreaming about that moment on the couch. It was painful to know I'd never experience those feelings again. But even though I felt like moping for the rest of the day, I knew that wasn't an option. It was still Mom's birthday and I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it.

Since Lidia only came in twice a week to clean the house, and it wasn't one of those days, the first thing I did when I got home was get out of my school uniform. Then I placed the dishes in the dishwasher, mopped the floors, vacuumed the carpets, cleaned the appliances, wiped down all the countertops, emptied the trashcans, polished off the furniture, and collected all our dirty clothes before tossing them into the washing machine. It was one hell of a job, but I managed to get it done and felt Mom didn't deserve to lift a finger.

I made a sandwich not too long after and poured myself a glass of orange juice. Then I headed to my bedroom to browse the internet while I ate. I followed this up with an hour or so of studying. About a week earlier Mom told me she didn't want to celebrate her birthday with a party of any kind, so there'd be no friends or family coming over. But I had something else in mind. I picked up my phone and noticed it was ten past five. Mom normally got home around half past six. I better get started.

I got up and headed to the kitchen, where I pulled the takeout menu off the fridge and ordered two helpings of stir-fry chicken noodles. Then I went into the dining room and laid a silk white tablecloth over our oval shaped table. I placed two short thick round candles in the centre and a thin vase in between them. I wanted to go into our garden to get a flower for the vase, but because it was still winter I had to settle for the fake rose I gave Mom on Valentine's Day.

I finished setting up the table by putting down two eating mats, two wineglasses, cutlery and a bottle of wine. Then I took a step back and inspected the job I'd done. I thought the table looked pretty good. I came up with this whole idea the night before. It was actually supposed to be a second practice date, but I thought it would work just as well as just another birthday treat. Once I dimmed the lights - an idea I got from the restaurant we went to the night before - I went back to my room, got out of my clothes and threw on a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a black blazer and black shoes.

I then reached into my closet and pulled out Mom's gift, which was wrapped in silver gift wrapping paper. I bought it about three weeks earlier and used my own money to get it. I haven't mentioned this, but I had a part time job of doing promotions on weekends and public holidays. I also pulled a bandana out of the closet, placed it into my pocket and then headed to the dining room to place Mom's gift on the table.

The intercom went off as I watched TV in the living room. It turned out to be the deliveryman. I was thankful he arrived before Mom. I placed the food in the microwave, went back into the living room and watched TV for a little while longer as I waited for Mom to return from work. When I heard her car pull into the driveway I hopped off the couch and ran to the dining room to light the candles. Then I headed to the front door to lie in wait. She opened it in a couple of minutes, carrying a white box, and got spooked when she saw me.

"Jeez!" She placed a hand on her chest. "Chris...you nearly gave me a heart attack. Why the hell are you standing here?"

I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. "Sorry. You'll see." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bandana. Then I got behind her and placed it over her eyes.

"Chris, what're you doing?" She squirmed.

"Trust me," I said, causing her to relax. Once I fastened the bandana I took the white box out of her hand.

"It's half a cake. My co-workers bought it for me."

"Oh okay. I'll put it in the kitchen. Don't move."

On my return, I got behind Mom, placed my hands on her shoulders and led her to the dining room, where I pulled out her chair. Once I removed her handbag and placed it on the table, I told her I'd be right back and not to remove her blindfold. I then headed back to the kitchen, poured the noodles into two plates, grabbed the soy sauce sachets and chop sticks, and then headed back to the dining room.

"Mmmmm, I smell Chinese food." Her shoulders alternated in moving up and down. "My favourite."

"I know." I smiled as I set the plates down. Then I got behind her and removed the blindfold with a, "Voilà."

"Oh wow! Chris," she beamed as she faced me, "this looks beautiful, honey. And the house looks so clean." She looked around the room. "Awww, thank you, sweetie. You've officially made my day."

I remember feeling good as I walked around the table to get into my chair. With the use of puppy dog eyes, Mom asked for permission to open her gift before we ate our food. How could I say no? She shook with excitement as she pulled her gift in and unwrapped it.

"Awww, it's that handbag I wanted to get...when was it?"

I still remember the disappointed look on her face when she checked its price tag a few months earlier. I made a metal note to go back and get it for her as a birthday present. It cost me two arms and a leg, but with the money I made from my promotions, coupled with some lunch money, I managed to scrape up just enough money to get it.

"Thank you so much, sweetie. I really appreciate this."

"No problem, Mom." I poured some wine into our glasses. "So, how was your day?"

She told me all about it as we ate our food. She received a couple of unexpected birthday gifts. She got a text message or phone call from almost everybody she knew. Her colleagues sang her the Happy Birthday song. And even Kirsten called to pass her wishes, which I found surprising, since they hardly ever spoke to one another. Mom also tried to teach me how to use chopsticks again. This was something we went through each time we ate Chinese food, and staying true to tradition I eventually gave up and picked up my fork.

"The only depressing part of my day is knowing I'm yet another year older."

I mulled as I stuck a fork into a slice of the cake her co-workers bought. I couldn't resist. "Yea, but you don't look a day over thirty."

She smiled. "So, are you looking forward to your date with Rochelle tomorrow night?"

"...Yea." I shrugged.

Her face scrunched slightly. "What's with the pause?"

"...Uh, I was just giving it some thought."

She gave me a strange look and then shrugged. "Okay then." She stood and reached for her plate.

"No, Mom...I'll clean up. You just go to your room, run yourself a hot bath and enjoy the rest of your night."

She smiled again. "Okay. I'll just take this, this and this." She picked up her glass, the wine bottle, and her gift. "Bring my old handbag into my room when you come and say goodnight."

"'Kay."

Mom headed off to her bedroom while I finished my slice of cake. I then blew out the candles, cleared the table and took the dishes to the kitchen. After which I closed the windows, turned off the lights and headed back to the dining room to pick up Mom's handbag. When I got to her bedroom I discovered she wasn't there. I figured she must already be in her bathroom. I set her handbag on her bed and said, "Night, Mom."

"Chris, honey...come in here."

I didn't notice it when I first walked into the room, but her bathroom door was open. I walked to it and stepped inside. I expected to find Mom in her work clothes, or in a robe or towel, but she was already in the bathtub. I couldn't see anything a woman would normally hide, though. There were bubbles in the tub as well. I could only see her from her shoulders to her hair, which was still in a bun.

"What's up?"

Mom took a sip from her glass and placed it down. "Don't you wanna climb into the tub with me?"

I hesitated then said, "Is that a trick question?"

She laughed. "No, silly. I just wanna spend a little more time with you before you lock yourself in your room. Don't worry. I'm in my bathing suit."

"Ah, okay." I shrugged then stripped out of my clothes, but decided to leave my underwear on. As I placed a foot into the tub Mom suggested I should sit in front of her. I felt no need to argue. As I leaned back and rested my back on the front of her torso, my body reacted as if I received a small electric shock, as I immediately felt her nipples poking into my upper back and pubic hair against the lower section. "I thought you said you were in a bathing suit."

Mom lifted her glass and took a sip before placing it down. "I lied."

I had no idea how to reply to that. Why did you lie? Was the only response that came to mind. I decided to keep my mouth shut. So what if she was naked? I liked the sensation - especially the ticklish feeling of her mons against the small of my back. The only problem was it caused the immediate rise of my cock. Good thing there were bubbles in the tub, otherwise she might've noticed. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she ran her hand up and down my chest. We sat in silence for a little while. Then I heard Mom whisper into my ear:

"Chris."

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't read too much into this."

Before I could asked what she meant I felt her hand slide down my chest and stomach, which caused my eyes to fly open. Then her hand pressed down on my stomach and finger tips slid underneath the waistband of my boxer briefs. I sat as if someone was painting a picture of me. Mom's hand slid lower then took a firm hold of my erection, causing my eyes to reclose as my mouth dropped open. Then she slowly worked her hand up and down the length of my cock.

I was shocked she was doing this. After our conversation at breakfast, I thought nothing sexual would ever happen between us again. But I wasn't about to bring that up. Nope. I was just gonna sit back and enjoy the ride. Twisting her hand from side to side Mom firmly massaged my cock for a glorious couple of minutes, causing me to moan and groan. Then, to my utter disappointment, I felt her hand withdraw from my underwear. My eyes opened as I made a face. What is she doing?!

I watched her reach for and grab her bar of soap. She dipped her hand back into the water and after a little while, it found its way back into my boxer briefs. She retook a hold of my shaft and continued to stroke it. I could instantly tell why she'd lathered her palm. It made her strokes much more fluent and amplified the softness of her touch. God, I loved her brain. I closed my eyes once more and relished in the feeling of my cock in her grip.

Mom really knew what she was doing. My toes curled each time she reached my cockhead and rotated her wrist. I also couldn't help but love it when she used her other hand to cup and knead my balls with the utmost care, never turning the experience into anything close uncomfortable. I was tempted to ask if she'd taken classes. Mom lathered her hand once more, and then the pace of her strokes picked up, causing me to moan and groan even louder than before.

Then, as she reached my glans, tightened her grip and rotated her wrist, my jaw dropped and I was engulfed by euphoria. My cock throbbed and pumped the contents of my sac and into my underwear and her hand, which seemed to go on forever. And like the hand job giving angle she was, Mom kept stroking until my erection stopped beating. Best. Hand job. Ever. I exhaled loudly.

"Thanks for making today so wonderful," she whispered.

Chapter Six: Second Thoughts

The next night I was all dressed up and ready for my date with Rochelle. I had my black jacket on, a matching Polo t-shirt, jeans, and formal shoes. I'd also gotten a haircut, applied my cologne and made sure my breath was minty fresh. I wanted to leave nothing to chance. I also had a bouquet of flowers with me, which I bought from the store I worked at earlier that day.

Before I left the house I stood with Mom at the front door, where she handed me the keys to her car and gave me the details of Rochelle's address. She also slipped me a little bit of cash, so I wouldn't be completely broke at the end of the night. "You look good," she said as she used her hands to brush my jacket.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Remember the advice I gave you and tomorrow you should wake up feeling like a new man." She smiled. "Rochelle should feel like the luckiest woman on earth."

Just as I was about to leave I thought I noticed a flicker of sadness in her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

She looked up and shook her head with a smile.

When I arrived at Rochelle's gated community I spoke to her through the intercom and was let in by security. And on my way to her housing unit I took in the sight of her commune. It was made up of an estimated one hundred housing units, including a café, a gym, a lake of a swimming pool, and a fountain that put on quite a show. What's more, I could tell whoever was in charge of the gardening was the proud owner of a green thumb. The property was undeniably beautiful and I wondered how much it would cost one to live there.

After parking in Rochelle's guest parking spot, I grabbed her bouquet, hopped out the car and walked up two flights of stairs. Then, with my stomach in knots, I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. Moments later she opened the door with a big smile and even though her attire was somewhat causal, she looked gorgeous enough to make Greek Gods feel unworthy. She wore a red blouse, a black leather jacket, tight jeans and black heels. She also had her jewellery on, reeked of perfume and had applied her makeup. What stuck out the most was the bright red shade of her lipstick.

"Are those for me?" She glanced down at the flowers.

"Ahh, yea." I handed them over.

"Thanks, Chris. They're beautiful." She took a whiff. "Mind waiting in the living room while I put these in a vase and finish getting ready?"

"Not at all. By the way, you look great."

She led me to the living room, where I took a seat on her largest black leather couch. She told me she'd be right back, headed to the kitchen to take care of the flowers and then upstairs to where I presumed her bedroom was. As I looked around Rochelle's home I noticed it had a very modern look. All her belongings appeared as if they'd come right out of the factory. Her artwork looked like it'd been purchased from people who knew what they were doing - not that I knew anything about art. And I got the impression some hotshot decorator came in to throw it all together. The word "elegant" sprang to mind.

But as nice as Rochelle's place was, there wasn't a homey feel to it. I couldn't spot any pictures of family or friends. There was none of the damage that would indicate the presence of little kids or pets. And it was eerily quiet. It seemed like the kind of place you'd rent out to globetrotting businessmen. In my opinion, it was a beautiful but dull environment. And because I didn't know Rochelle very well, it made me wonder about her.

I decided to take her to a seafood restaurant I found online. I didn't know much about the place, but it had decent reviews. It also didn't look too shabby. I mean it didn't look like the kind of place where you'd run into the mayor of the city, but it also didn't look like the typical venue where high school kids would hang out. And my biggest reason for bringing her here was I was told Rochelle was a big fan of seafood.When we got to our table I pulled her chair out for her before I got into my seat and opened my menu. I have to admit; I struggled for words. Rochelle was an intimidating presence. I felt like some socially awkward character in a movie who was on a date with the prom queen. But luckily she decided to break the ice.

"So, Chris, why're you on a date with me and not some girl in your school?"

I laid the menu down. "Umm, well, I don't know if you know this, but I've had a crush on you from...ever since I first met you. And-"

"But you were like ten years old."

"Yea, I know, but...can you blame me?"

She smiled. "Carry on."

"Anyway, when I got old enough I was still...a little infatuated with you, and wanted to go out with you pretty badly. But I was too scared to come and talk to you myself. That's when I got the idea to ask my mom to talk to you for me - I know; pathetic, right?" Okay so that wasn't the entire truth, but it was close enough.

"Aww, I don't think it's pathetic. It's actually kinda sweet. I haven't had a guy gush over me in a while."

"Really?" My face scrunched. "I honestly thought you had a never ending line of guys who're just dying to take you out."

She laughed. "Wouldn't that be nice? But no. All the men in my life are nothing but inconsiderate jerks who only care about money or pigs who only care about sex...It's probably why I have three ex-husbands."

It pained me to hear her say that, 'cause I felt like I fell into the "pigs who only care about sex" category. It also brought to mind something Mom said a few days earlier.

"But to be fair, I can be a bit of a bitch."

"Oh, I'd never say that. I'm having a great time with you and I don't recall you ever being mean to me."

"Stick around."

As I let out a chuckle a waiter arrived at our table. We ordered two glasses of wine and since I didn't know much about seafood I decided to let Rochelle place my order. She ordered me a plate of fish and calamari, which sounded delicious, and went with a helping of prawns and mussels for herself.

"Rochelle, I've been meaning to ask you something; how come I haven't met any of your kids?"

"Ah, well, most of my step kids hate me, and I don't have any children of my own."

"Why's that?"

"Umm, it's because I can't actually have children. I'm infertile."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked you such a personal question."

"No, it's quite alright. We're on a date. How else are we supposed to get to know one another? Anyhow, it's the main reason why my first husband left me."

I mulled. "I'm sorry to say this...and I hope I'm not crossing the line, but he was a fool. I wouldn't have left you for the world."

She smiled.

When our food and drinks arrived, we ate, drank and continued to chat. I learned quite a bit more about Rochelle. Her divorce settlements had pretty much funded her lifestyle and allowed her to become the owner of her own makeup and hair business. Apparently, a lot of women liked her look, and it also helped her rack up a healthy following on social media.

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