Mommy knows best

Chapter 22

Alex's mother sat primly and properly at the bar, seeming stiff and distant. She must be embarrassed, Alex thought. Or she could be having second thoughts about everything. He'd never imagined she could be this bold, not his mother. She was careful, and reserved, even timid. She could be the life of any party if she ever tried, with her smile and her looks and her wit, but she always chose to hang back and play it safe.

He'd never seen such a beautiful, sexy wall-flower in his life. He couldn't understand why she was so reserved and insecure.

At least, she had been until they had started their game. Then she seemed to change before his eyes.

Not entirely change, Alex thought. She'd always acted that way with him, to some degree. She was always more open, and more in control, and more self confident with him. It was almost like she was a different person for him than for everyone else. She was always the loving, protecting mother for her little boy.

But now she seemed to be backing off.

"How was your day?" he asked her.

"Good."

"Just good?"

"Long. The day dragged on forever. The whole week has."

"Because you couldn't wait to see me?"

Alex regretted it the moment he'd said it. It sounded needy. He hated that, and he knew women hated that. Women didn't like needy, insecure guys. They liked a guy in control, a guy brimming with confidence.

But his mother brightened at the comment. She smiled widely, then tried to hide it by taking a sip of her drink while fighting it back.

"Yes, a bit," she said after composing herself and swallowing.

* * *

They talked for a while about different things, stupid, meaningless things. Alex was a lot more comfortable and relaxed than Angela had expected. She started to think she'd had it all wrong. She got her confidence back. She decided it was time for one more try.

"My next exams are going to be a b***h," he was explaining. "Too much blowing off lately, and the courses are a lot tougher than my friends lead me to believe. I thought this semester was going to be a breeze."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's not your fault they're tough, or that I've been blowing off."

"No, not about that. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."

"So I'm going to have to study harder. Maybe stay up an hour later every night, trying to catch up."

"It was my fault, not yours. I am sorry."

Alex was avoiding her gaze, looking into his drink.

"You don't ever have to apologize for anything, Mom. I'm a grown man, now. I do what I want. You haven't made me do anything."

"Not for that, silly. When you were sixteen."

That got his attention. He looked at her with an expression of confusion held in check.

"Sixteen?"

"Yes, when I grounded you. For a month."

"That doesn't narrow it much. I was always grounded, and it always seemed like it was for years."

"When you walked in on me, naked."

"How was that your fault, except for the way you carried on about it? Man, I was grounded and I didn't even see much of anything. And it really was an accident. Really."

"No it wasn't."

"It was. I swear it was."

"It wasn't. I tricked you into doing it."

"What?"

His eyes were wide now. She'd gotten a good rise out of him with that.

"I left the door ajar. I purposely took the shower knowing you were upstairs. I purposely left the shower on so you'd think I was still in it. I purposely took the CD you were looking for and put it in my room."

"You set the whole thing up? Just so you could ground me?"

"No! God, no. I never wanted to punish you. I didn't think my friend would come up just then and catch you. Us. I thought she'd just stay downstairs and wait for me to get ready."

"Why, then?"

"I wanted you to see me," Angela said into her glass, unable to meet his angry glare.

He didn't answer her. She didn't think he'd be this angry.

"I didn't expect Lisa to come in, and when she did, I panicked. I was afraid everyone would realize what I'd done, so I threw a hissy fit, and made a big deal out of being embarrassed."

"You wanted me to see you?"

"I felt so bad that night. I put everything on you, and it was horrible. You were grounded, my friends talked about you being a pervert, the tension for the next week was unbearable, and it was all my fault."

Angela stared into her glass again, reliving all of the shame and guilt she'd felt back then.

"It was worth it," Alex said.

Angela snapped her head up to look into his eyes. His expression was hard and emotionless, but after a moment his mouth widened into a grin, and once again Angela melted.

"It was worth every bit of it, even for as little as I saw. I virtually fell in love with you that day. At least, I knew what I liked in a woman. Physically, I mean."

Now it was Angela's turn to smile broadly. She watched and warmed and melted some more as Alex's gaze kept dropping to her mouth, and her smile, before pulling back up to look deeply into her eyes.

"Um, do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight?" she asked.

She could hear her voice shiver as she said it. Inside she slapped herself. She sounded like a little girl, shyly asking a guy out on a date. That wasn't how she wanted it to come out.

Alex's smile faded. Now it was his turn again to look into his glass, then look around the bar.

"Sure," he said eventually, but emotionlessly.

"Can you give me a few minutes to get things ready before you drop by?"

Her son looked at her for a while, trying to work things out. Angela wanted to make it more clear what she was asking for. She didn't want to come out and say it, but she didn't want him to have any surprises, or doubts.

"Okay. How long?"

"Ten minutes, tops. I'll leave the door open. Just come on in."

Alex smiled at her again, and Angela melted for what seemed like the ten thousandth time in her life. She didn't want to leave until he stopped smiling at her, and she felt herself getting shamelessly wet at the same time. Her entire body tingled.

Alex studied her mouth again, then leaned toward her, moving his lips toward hers. Angela glanced quickly around the bar in a panic. No one was watching them. No one in the bar right now knew them. The bartender was facing the other way, washing glasses.

In a moment his lips were on hers. The touch was soft at first, but it wasn't long before the pressure increased. Her son's lips were so warm and soft, far softer than she'd ever expected. Their mouths matched perfectly, as he moved his lips easily over hers, pressing, tasting, touching, probing, exploring. Angela parted her mouth, inviting his tongue in, but it never came.

Alex pulled slowly away, while Angela leaned into him, trying to continue the tender, un-motherly kiss. She sat with her eyes closed, and her heart pounding, and her body slipping away. She suddenly felt as if she was falling, making her reflexively snap her eyes open as she reached for the bar to catch and steady herself.

Alex was right there, staring at her with a look of love and longing that she'd never, ever seen in a man's eyes. That one brief, tentative kiss had been amazing. Unbelievable.

With an act of will, Angela pushed herself off of her barstool, stood up unsteadily, and backed away. She held his gaze until she found the strength to turn and walk, but she still stole quick glances back, where her darling, handsome son sat staring at her, smiling, and nursing his drink.

* * *

Alex entered her apartment as quietly as he could, then eased the door shut, hoping to surprise her. He walked and looked first toward the bedroom, to the left. It seemed empty. Turning, he caught sight of her to his right, through the archway leading into the kitchen.

He saw the straight backs of her deliciously long, shapely legs, their muscles made taught by high heels, and her posture. She was bent over the kitchen table, facing away, poised beside a single, long sharp knife, with her bare ass raised and exposed to him. His gaze immediately went there, to the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks, with her tempting holes, anus and cunt together, clearly exposed between them.

Her ankles were tied, separately, to the two nearest legs of the table with sheer black pantyhose, so her legs and ass were spread for him. Her sweet, tight little anus was clearly visible as a slightly darker, puckered hole closed tightly between her fleshy ass cheeks.

Her cunt beneath it was even more beautiful. He could see the curls of golden brown pubic hair, but even better he could see her cunt lips, like large undulating flower petals, glistening with moisture, and seemingly already open for him, beckoning to him to enter her as quickly as he could.

Alex stood there a long while, watching her. He'd moved quietly, so he didn't know if she'd heard him or not. Her body was pressed flat against the table, with her wrists bound together before her with black hose, and bound tightly as well to the far table legs to either side of her. Her head was flat against the table, turned to the side, with her hair again disheveled and falling across her face, obscuring her vision.

His mother was a captured angel, bound and displayed for him and offered to him, to be used however and whenever he wished.

* * *

Angela hadn't heard Alex enter, so the shock was thrilling when she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper right behind her. She fought the urge to twist back to look at him. Instead she enjoyed the thought of him having been there for she didn't know how long, admiring her and lusting after her.

He had to take her now, tonight. He just had to.

Angela was thinking this, while trembling with fear and anticipation, when she unexpectedly felt his stiff, hot c**k brush against the left side of her ass cheek. She couldn't entirely stop the squeal that rushed out of her mouth. She cut it off by biting her lip as Alex gently brushed his c**k across her entire ass, from side to side, as if tickling her gently with a huge, hot, hard feather.

That torment lasted only a moment before he settled his long c**k into the crack of her ass. Once there, it slipped forward and back, smoothly dry f*****g her. She eagerly clenched her ass cheeks together, trying to squeeze and hold him and pleasure him as much as she could.

For fun, she taunted him again.

"Don't f**k me, Alex. Please don't f**k me. Not your mother. Not with my little baby's cock."

In response, Alex pressed his c**k hard against her. She felt his hard stomach muscles and hips crushing her ass, with the pressure of his flaming c**k between them. It felt massive now, bigger than it had ever looked. She knew it was her imagination, but in her head she saw her son's c**k as the biggest, most desirable thing she'd ever seen.

"You little slut, Mom. You want it. You're not fooling anyone. You desperately want to feel your son's c**k inside you."

"No, Alex, no I don't. Please, please let me go. Please don't f**k me."

Alex laughed at her again, as he took his c**k away. Angela gripped the edge of the table, waiting for long, agonizing moments without his touch, or even a sound. She felt as if she'd been abandoned.

His c**k touched her again, on the outside of her right hip. From there, he slid it gently down her leg, stroking her. He moved it again, to the inside of her right thigh up just below her burning cunt. She thought about how wet she was. She thought about how close her son's c**k was to entering her, when he slipped it down the inside of her leg, and then the contact was gone.

Angela moaned loudly in disappointment.

"So you want me to leave you alone?" Alex asked. His voice was hard and angry.

"No," Angela said reflexively, then caught herself. "Yes, yes, leave me alone, Alex. Don't make me f**k you. Don't make me feel my son's sinful c**k anymore."

In mid sentence, Angela felt her son's heavenly tongue touch the folds of skin that covered her c******s. She wailed at the sudden, unexpected sensation.

* * *

After that one, quick flick, Alex hesitated a moment, there on his knees behind her, to study his mother's beautiful, irresistible slit up close. He looked at her bulging vulva, with cunt lips that curled like waves, spread invitingly to reveal the wet, pink heaven beneath them.

He slipped his tongue in, just the very tip, letting it taste her, before tracing the length of her slit down, from the end closest to her anus toward her c******s. Once there, his tongue artfully separated the folds of skin until it found the button of her c******s, where it swirled and tickled and tormented her. His mother immediately began to squeal and whimper at his tongue's forays, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning into her sweet tasting cunt.

"Oh, Alex. Oh, Alex, darling Alex, sweet, darling Alex."

That was the beginning of a long, barely changing song from his mother, a high pitched, squealing, chorus of love and lust and longing for her son. Alex took his time with her, as much time as he could bring himself to endure, as his c**k screamed at him to do something completely different. Still, as long as she squealed and sang to him, he thought he could never stop.

* * *

Alex's tongue was like a wicked sorcerer's wand, magically sucking Angela's life and soul out of her body through her c******s. Her baby's tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt, and her passion increased ten fold with that thought. Her son was enjoying her cunt, and pleasing her, like no other man ever could or would.

Angela felt herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She knew it could come at any moment, that she was losing control and that when it hit her, when she was pushed over the edge, she was going to lose her mind. As delightful as it was, before that happened she needed something else from him, something more.

"f**k me now, Alex. Please, please, my dear baby, my darling little boy, f**k me now. Teach your mother to love your c**k now. Teach my cunt to love your c**k like I love your tongue."