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You may not harm her or bring her to harm. (AKA: Don’t let anyone know about this)
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You may not share or transfer your usage rights.
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You may not use her pussy. That privilege is mine alone.
“Eeeeeek!”
Christine tried to turn around, but I quickly tightened the embrace from behind.
“Barry? What are you doing?” Christine asked.
“Taking you upstairs.”
“Crazy ah? W-wait. Weiiii…”
I swooped her off her feet and carried her in my arms. Looks like all those months of weight training was paying off. Christine broke out in laughter as I struggled to get her out of the kitchen and up the stairs without bumping her against the walls.
“Oh my God, let me down before we both fall…” She said.
Huffing and puffing, I flashed her a defiant look and took another step up the stairs of her home.
“Seriously, later Tommy see us.” Christine added.
“Hufff… Tommy… went… Out…” I replied, my voice straining as I struggled to take another step. Lifting weights is one thing. Lugging one up the stairs proved to be a whole different sport.
“Huh? Why? After you came all the way over…”
“He said… he got an appointment.”
Christine frowned. “Put me down Barry,” she ordered, wiggling in my arms.
At her changed tone of voice, I immediately set her down on her feet on the staircase. I could almost hear my burning thighs thanking me.
Christine, flushed but composed, seemed to be distracted by her thoughts for a moment. “Barry, is my son seeing someone?” she asked.
“Uh… How would I know?” I replied.
“You’re his best friend.”
“Y-yeah. I dunno. He never mentioned anybody,” I lied.
“He’s been acting strangely lately.”
“Yeah, I guess…” I replied as I put my hands on her shapely hips.
Christine pushed my hands away. “You also acting crazy. What were you two up to overseas? You were supposed to be studying.”
“Hmmm? Let’s go to your room and I’ll show you.”
“Eeeyer…” She said and pinched my cheek.
“Ow,” I replied with a grin before leaning forwards and kissing her on her lips.
Christine pulled back. “Barry!” She gasped. “This has gone far enough, I think.”
“Come on, Christine, you know I’m crazy about you.”
She blushed. “But… I’m your friend’s mother.”
“I don’t care.”
“We can’t do this. I’m married.”
I leaned in to kiss her again, she turned away, but I kissed her on her cheek anyway. And then I slowly trailed kisses down her neck. Christine shivered. Below, I slid my hands up her hips and around her waist.
“Oh, Barry… don’t.”
I’ve wanted Tommy’s mother since I was fifteen years old. Christine was the perfect woman. Slender, yet curvy where it counts, ravishingly beautiful, and looked half her age, which was 36. She was always teasing me like I was a little boy. I had hoped to get over her when I left to study overseas, but she has haunted my fantasies throughout my years abroad.
Two weeks ago, Tommy and I finally came home for university break. When I saw Christine at the airport, I knew I had to have her. I am 19 years old now, not a little boy anymore. She still send bolts of lightning through my chest whenever she smiled, and I started finding excuses to come over to Tommy’s home almost every day.
“Barry…” Christine moaned softly as I kept up the kisses. She was panting now.
It was today or never. Tommy was out of the way and his father, Lawrence, was working late. It was just me and her in the house. Fate has never dealt me a better hand.
I took Christine’s hand and lead her upstairs. She followed for a while, but hesistated at the doorstep to her bedroom.
“You’re really serious?” she asked breathlessly.
“I am.”
“I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It’s happening,” I said firmly. Gently, pulled her inside her room.
Christine gasped when I laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her. Eagerly, I placed my hands on her lovely bosom and squeezed.
“Be gentle, Barry, please…” She said.
“Okay,” I whispered in reply.
I pulled down the straps of her dress, and started kissing the top of her chest as my fingers moved behind her to unclasp her bra. Christine moaned. Her hands crept up the back of my neck and stroked my hair. I eased off her bra and her gorgeous C-cup breasts came into view. Eagerly, I kissed upwards and claimed her mouth. To my delight, Christine kissed me back. With her attention occupied, my hands quickly moved onto her breasts and fondled them the way I always wished I could.
Our passion overwhelmed us at that point. We kissed feverishly as I gently groped her soft pillowy breasts. When it was time, we naturally assumed position, I peeled off the rest of her dress and panties, undressed myself, and knelt between her thighs. Already rock hard, I desperately tried to fuck her.
I missed the mark several times before I felt Christine take hold of my cock and guided it against her hot, throbbing, cunt.
“Ughhh…” She moaned as I penetrated her.
She was delightfully tight, yet deliciously wet. After just a minute of slow thrusting, Christine, hyperventilating with excitement, grabbed my hips, arched her back, and squealed from her first orgasm.
“Oh Barry… Oh, oh, oh…” she moaned.
She was just too cute. I kissed her whispered loving words into her ear as she trembled with pleasure. After a short pause, I resumed my slow, methodical, thrusts, burying cock up to the hilt each time. I savoured the hot, wet, tightness of her excited pussy, clamping around my rock, hard, shaft. It was better than I imagined it would be. So much better.
Christine mewled with pleasure into my ear. She grabbed on to me and orgasmed again. I felt pride in being able to pleasure her twice in a row. My own lust consumed me and my rocking hips powered through her orgasm. I could feel my own pleasure reaching its peak. I tried to hold it off, never wanting this heavently moment to end. However when I heard Christine panting hotly in my ear, “Yes.. Ooh.. Yes, Barry, Oooh…” I climaxed prematurely, filling her nice and deep with my hot, virile, seed.
We uncoupled and lay next to each other for some time, wheezing for air.
“You bad boy,” Christine whispered.
I turned towards her and ran my fingers softly up her inner shapely thigh, amazed at her supple shapeliness. I knew she was an avid gym goer and a dance enthusiast, but damn, her body puts all of my previous lays to shame. My handgradually reached and traced opening of her cum stuffed pussy, making her gasp. “Have you fallen for me yet?” I asked.
She giggled and shoved me on the shoulder. “We absolutely can never do that again,” she said, panting.
“That’s not fair,” I said.
She turned to look at me, biting her lip mischievously. Slowly, she reached over with one hand and grasped my flaccid cock.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
Still slick with her juices, my cock was well lubricated. Christine slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.
I groaned happily, letting the pleasure and hardness build. I leaned in and kissed her. Meanwhile, my busy hand slipped one finger into her freshly fucked hole. We stayed that way for a while, letting the passion build. When I couldn’t take it any more, I rolled on top of her again.
Christine willingly parted her thighs and accepted me for the second time. The moment my cockentered her, she raised her head and kissed me. We fucked, a lot slower this time, savouring each slow thrust, every gratifying gasp, and every delicious shiver.
I lasted quite a while before I came in her again, but not before making her cum thrice more. When I finally spent the last of my seed, I collapsed onto her and we lay together in deep embrace, lovingly connected.
“Absolutely cannot do this anymore,” Christine finally said, panting.
“You mean like the last time?” I asked.
“I’m serious this time, Barry.”
“But…”
“Tommy’s Daddy is coming home soon. If you don’t want to get beaten up by my husband, I suggest you leave quickly.”
Sulking, I slowly got up and awkwardly picked up my clothes. Before I left the room I glanced at Christine who was still lying on her side on the bed, watching me. “I’ll be back,” I said.
Her eyes grew wide at my audacious statement, but I saw her smile as I closed the door behind me.
Epilogue or Prologue? You choose:
My thoughts were all over the place as I drove home. I’ve done it. Fulfilled my fantasy. Christine was amazing. Better than amazing. She was a goddess. But it was over too soon. I still wanted her, and I will have her again. It won’t be easy, but at least I know now that it’s possible.
I got home to find the house plunged in darkness. Dad was away for a week on a business trip, leaving only me and my mum at home. I let myself in without fuss and made my way quietly up the stairs. I paused in front of my room and glanced over at my parent’s room door. After hesitating for a moment, I tiptoed over and leaned close to the door to listen for telltale signs of my mum.
“Unghhh.. Tommy… Oh… Tommy… Tommy…” I heard mum moaning.
“Slowpoke,” I whispered to myself. Quiet as a mouse, I backed away and retreated into the darkness my room.
Disclaimer: Pictures are provided for visual aid and to titillate. I don’t own any of them nor do I remember their source.
My mum, Melissa, is a very sweet and caring person. Her personality plus her loveliness was a deadly combination for any teenage boy and dirty old men in my neighborhood. She is of medium height, keeps herself slim and very shapely, and maintains her hair long, usually neatly tied back in ponytail or bun. She genuinely looks like she is in her 20s, despite being 35. If she dresses right, I would have mistaken her for a college girl. It’s been rather difficult growing up with a beautiful mum. I’ve lost friends during my secondary school years just because I found out they had a crush on my mum.
Tommy was an exception of course. Then again, Tommy never really showed any special kind of interest towards mum in the past. They were close of course. Tommy was almost family and he had always looked up to my mum as another aunt.
I didn’t regret what I did with Christine. But I felt rather guilty about mum and Tommy. Perhaps a little scared as well. This is my parent’s marriage we’re talking about. Before, my mind was clouded with lust and desperation for Christine. Now however, some of the fog had lifted and I quickly realized I was playing a dangerous game.
How did it get to this point? Well, I brought up boning each other’s mum as a joke with Tommy. Despite my genuine intentions of going for Christine, I truly did not expect my mum and Tommy to go so far as to cross the line. Not because I didn’t think Tommy couldn’t bring his A-game. The guy wasn’t a slouch when it comes to physical attractiveness and charm. I just didn’t think it was possible for him to get pass my mum’s defenses.
Unlike Christine who is more gregarious and outgoing, my mum, Melissa, was a homely person. She wasn’t shy, but was more soft spoken and gentle. She was always sweet and motherly, always willing to help someone down on their luck. I just couldn’t imagine she would cheat on my dad, especially with Tommy of all people.
Sure, Tommy is my best friend and all, but he is also quite the playboy, and often quite the jerk to girls. During freshman year at university, he had already gone through two girlfriends and one fuck-buddy. He is the type of guy mum would disapprove of if I was a girl and I brought Tommy home to visit.
Come to think of it, it kind of bugs me that that shameless, rascally, pal of mine just had his way with my sweet, loving, faithful mum. And when I say it bugs me, I mean I’m getting erections just thinking about it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The next day, mum tried to act normally around the house but it was obvious that something was on her mind. She tried to keep herself busy in the morning, mainly by doing a complete overhaul of her bedroom’s bedding.
As for me, I spent the day trying to call and text Christine to no avail. She’s giving me the silent treatment.
I was lounging in the living room at about noon, when mum came down the stairs, dressed in casual teal chiffon blouse and white skirt. “Barry, I’m going out to lunch with friends. Can you settle lunch yourself?” She asked.
“Sure mummy,” I replied. My gaze unconsciously noted the alluring flair in her shapely hips before I caught myself and looked away. Oh crap. After last night, I’m probably never going to be able to look at mum the same way again.
“What’s wrong?” Mum asked. She descended the stairs and stepped in front of me, bending over to stroke my hair, lowering the front of her modest-cut top before my eyes. Oh wow, her milky white cleavage was visible. She was just as blessed as Christine in the front bumper department.
“Aww mummm, I’m alright, you’re embarassing me.” I said, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage.
Mum giggled and ruffled my hair a little bit before heading for the door. Her lingering perfume was the last straw. It gave rise to a prominent bulge in front of my shorts. I quickly pulled a sofa pillow onto my lap.
She slipped into her heels and opened the door but stopped on her way out and looked back at me. “Barry-ah, you still haven’t told me what your plans are for this break.”
Making love to one of your best friends day and night mum, I thought in my head. “Er, what do you mean. I’m going to take it easy lah. Holiday what," I replied quickly.
Mum frowned a little. “You should do something productive,” she said.
Like reproduction, I thought.
“You know, Christine was telling me the other day that she wanted Tommy to look for a job. You boys should keep busy or you will start thinking wrongly. Why don’t you two look for a job together?” Mum asked.
At that moment, the image of my sweet, innocent mum on her knees doing a “job” on Tommy and me flashed in my mind. Since mum couldn’t look over the couch from the door, I started pounding my fist on the pillow on my lap to punish my dick for these wayward thoughts.
“O-okay mum…” I replied weakly. “I’ll think about it.”
Mum flashed me a smile and closed the door behind her. After a while I heard our BMW chirp as she unlocked it.
Walau, this is bad. My perspective on mum has completely shifted.
I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Tommy. “What are you up to?” I asked.
“Same old, same old,” he replied.
“Your mum not answering my calls,” I texted.
“Maybe because my dad’s home. It’s his day off.”
“Oh. How’s your mum doing?”
There was a lag in Tommy’s response. His reply came a full five minutes later. “Okay I guess. She’s doting on my Dad the whole morning. I guess you really supercharged my parent’s marriage.”
“WTF? Your Dad’s reaping the benefits of my work?”
“Yeah… Look dude. It’s really uncomfortable for me to discuss my mum with you. I’m trying not to think about you and her. It’s just so weird.”
“Same here. I guess we didn’t think this through huh? You think we should cool it off?”
“I’d rather we just each do our own thing and not discuss details,” Tommy replied.
“Fine. Wanna meet for lunch?” I asked.
“Can’t. I got a date.”
“Huh? With who?”
“A special lady.”
I stared at my phone in confusion for a moment. Something clicked at the back of my mind and I continued texting Tommy. “Is your mum heading out to meet my mum for lunch?”
“Nope…” Tommy replied with a trollface emoji.
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I tried calling Tommy over and over. He finally answered on the fourth try.
“Oi,” I said. “You’re going to meet my mum aren’t you?”
“Just for lunch,” Tommy replied. “And maybe a movie…”
“What the hell? Cannot like that lah. What about your mum?”
“What about her?”
“Can I see her?”
“Up to you bro. Say hi to my Dad for me.”
“You cheeky fucker. Be sporting.”
“I am. We never made a rule that we both have to be engaged at the same time.”
“Not fair la like that.”
“Blame your Dad for going on his trip la. Nothing to do with me.”
“I can call my mum to come home you know?” I said.
“What the fuck?" Tommy exclaimed. “Come on man, don’t be a cockblocker.”
I stewed for a moment before replying, “Fine! But you owe me.”
“Walau. Where got like that one? Look, it’s just lunch and then maybe a movie. No guarantee that I’m gonna… ahem… do your mum.”
“Ugh! You’re right. We got to come up with a way of communicating without getting specific,” I said with disgust.
“I know right? Now would you kindly fuck off? I have a real classy lady I’d like to impress.”
“You fuck…” I started to say but Tommy ended the call.
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The next day was Monday and mum went back to work. Meanwhile, I failed to make any progress with Christine, which was driving me nuts. My only source of comfort is that my mum seems to have stopped seeing Tommy as well. When my mum got back yesterday from her “date,” I bombarded Tommy with questions and he swears that nothing happened. Apparently they just “talked.” I’m not sure how reliable his claims were.
Over the next two days, it was just mum and me. We spent some time catching up. I told her tales from my uni and she made my favorite dishes for dinner. We watched movies at night and went to bed early. For a while there, things seemed to have returned to normal. My mum was like her regular doting self again and the events of the past few days were like a distant dream.
Of course, I was still messaging Christine and she was still ignoring me but she hadn’t yet blocked me so I take it as a good sign.
On Wednesday night however, I noticed mum was texting on her phone a lot. My first thought was it was about work. However, after dinner she didn’t join me to watch TV. Instead, she sat at the dining table with her phone. I decided to leave her to her work and head up to my room to watch porn.
Mum hardly noticed me passing by on the way upstairs but I noticed she was blushing. It set off alarm bells in my head.
In my room, I went through the motions jacking myself off to sleep but my thoughts kept wandering either to Christine or my mum. Finally, I gave up and tried to sleep. The hours ticked by while I tossed and turned in the darkness. Eventually I started feeling hungry again. Cursing to myself, I sat up and checked the time on my phone. It was 1 am.
I came out of my room and headed downstairs to raid the fridge. When I flipped the light switch on, the first thing my eyes landed on was mum’s phone on the dining table.
Mum is quite an organized person. Her phone, bag, and keys and paperwork would be laid out in a row at the far corner of the dining table ready to be picked up on the go every morning. Tonight was no different.
My hunger forgotten, I went for her phone. It was locked of course. I stared at the lockscreen, pondering the possiblilities before entering the 6 digit pin of our home’s security system.
It worked. Mum’s phone was unlocked.
I quickly checked their messages. Unlike me with Christine, Tommy has not been pestering my mum at all. At least not for the last two days since he claimed he and mum went out to “talk.” He only contacted her earlier in the evening at 5.13pm about the time mum and I were having dinner.
I eagerly read through their exchange.
Tommy: Melissa, have you given it any thought?
Mum: I’m still undecided.
Tommy: Penny for your thoughts?
Mum: I’m just confused right now.
Tommy: About what?
Mum: About my own actions.
Tommy: Don’t blame it all on yourself. It was partly my fault.
Mum: But I should have known better. I’m the adult.
Tommy: You’re a woman and a beautiful and sensual one at that. What we did was natural.
Mum: I just need time to process this.
Tommy: I think you should accept my offer.
Mum: That’s a bad idea Tommy. I’m a married woman. You’re friends with my son for God sakes. And what you’re suggesting. It’s too much.
Tommy: Is it? Did you not enjoy our night together?
Mum didn’t reply. Tommy continued.
Tommy: You loved it Melissa. You loved the way I made you feel. I know you did.
Mum: I just didn’t expect sex can be like that.
Tommy: It can be so much more. I can show you.
Mum: I can’t betray my family again.
Tommy: But you would betray yourself? What you knew about sex is a lie Melissa. I showed you just a tiny glimpse of the truth. You owe it to yourself to discover it all.
It kind of went back and forth like this for a while. I was like, what the fuck? Are they having a philosophical discussion?
I scrolled down the chat until near the end and resumed reading.
Mum: Why must it be like this?
Tommy: Trust me. I’ve seen your true side. I know what I’m doing. In any case I won’t go through with it unless you agree with all of my terms.
Mum: I need more time to think about it.
Tommy: Let me know before midnight. I don’t want to waste any more time on this than necessary.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. What an arrogant prick. I noted the time stamps. Mum replied at around 10pm.
Mum: Okay. I accept.
Tommy: Good. Do you swear to submit yourself completely to me for thorough training?
Mum: Yes.
Tommy: Will you accept my every word as your command and my every decision as law?
Mum: Yes.
Tommy: Yes what?
Mum: Yes master.
I had trouble sleeping after seeing the messages on my mum’s phone. Thanks to that, I woke up late the next day. I went downstairs and discovered mum had already left for work. After munching down a handful of dry cereal, I went back upstairs and fetched my phone.
I fired off a text to Christine. “I know who your son is seeing. It’s not who you think!”
Sorry Tommy, but this is the only way I can think off to draw a response from your mum. I left my phone on my bed and headed off to take a shower. When I came back out, there was 1 unread message. I can’t help but grin. The game’s afoot.
Christine reply was curt, so I decided to draw out the conversation a bit.
Christine: Who?
Me: Guess.
Christine: I have no idea. One of his friends from secondary school?
Me: Maybe. Wanna meet somewhere and gossip?
Christine: I don’t think you actually want to gossip.
Me: Guilty. I just want to see you.
Christine: I’ll just send you a photo then.
Me: Good idea. Show me what you’re wearing under your blouse.
Christine stopped replying.
Aiyo, too forward ah?
After staring at the screen for five minutes, I was ready to give up. But suddenly, another message from Christine arrived.
Christine: I’m worried about Tommy.
Me: Why?
Christine: He doesn’t seem like himself since he came back for holidays.
Me: How so?
Christine: You seriously don’t feel it?
I thought about the messages between mum and Tommy. It certainly didn’t seem like the Tommy I knew. Then again, it also didn’t seem like the mum I knew.
Me: Maybe a little…
Christine: Really? Tell me what you see.
Me: Hard to explain. Just little quirks I guess.
Christine: Can I tell you something? You have to promise to keep it confidential.
Me: Of course.
Christine: My son has been in therapy before.
Me: He’s retarded?
Christine: Retarded your head. This is serious. We had him treated for sex addiction.
Me: Wow, I never knew.
I truly never knew. I mean, I’ve known Tommy is quite the pussy hound, but I didn’t know it was to the point he became classified as a mental case.
Christine: I’m worried he might have relapsed. I see the signs. His mind often wanders off and he’s more quiet than usual. Like he is obsessing over something.
Me: Most people would say that is also a sign of being in love, haha.
Christine: I hope so, but I’m also worried. That’s why I’m keen to find out who Tommy is seeing. I need to see if it’s a normal relationship.
The last thing I read on my mum’s phone flashed in my mind. “Yes master,” mum had texted.
Oh no.
Definitely not “normal.”
Christine: Will you please tell me who Tommy is seeing?
Me: Well… I’d rather tell you in person.
Christine: Even after knowing the situation you’re still only thinking about sex?
Me: It’s sensitive information. I’d rather not leave a record on phones. Also, yes, I told you I’m crazy about you.
Christine: Fine. I’ll pick you up for lunch. But just to talk!
Me: Of course…
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At about 1.30pm, Christine’s Toyota Altis rolled up in front of my house. As I entered her car, I noted she wore long pants and T-shirt. Christine works half day as a kindergarten teacher and I know for a fact that she prefers long skirts and blouses. She was intentionally making it hard for me.
She drove in silence for a while. Finally she asked where we should go.
“Eh, well, anywhere is fine.” I replied. I didn’t have time to be picky about food. I was racking my brains on how to get her out of those pants.
She drove us to a food court downtown. She had just parked and turned off the car and I was just about to let myself out when Christine said, “Wait!”
I turned and saw her looking out her window. “What?” I asked.
“That’s our car. The one Tommy drives.”
I glanced outside and sure enough, there was that Toyota Avanza with the distinctive sticker on the back. It really was Tommy’s car. Shit.
The Avanza’s engine seemed to be running but we couldn’t see past the back windows. However one thing was clear as day to Christine and I. Tommy’s car was rocking.
That motherfucker… I thought to myself. Here? In broad daylight?
I glanced at Christine and saw that she was pale. Fuck, mum is so busted.
We just sat in the car and watched. After what seemed like forever, the rocking stopped.
I waited with baited breath. After a while, the front passenger seat opened and someone stepped out. She was wearing office wear - grey knee length skirt and white blouse. Her long hair was disheveled and the buttons on the top of her blouse were undone enough to give me a glimpse of her milky-white cleavage and hint of white bra. Her lipstick has been smudged on her otherwise beautiful face which was flushed deep red.
“Is that?” Christine asked.
“Yes.” I said.
“That’s your…”
“Yes.”
“It’s your…”
“Yes.”
Christine looked appalled. Can’t blame her really.
The door on the passenger side of the Avanza opened and out stepped Tommy.
Before I could stop her, Christine exited the vehicle and marched towards Tommy’s car.
“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned.
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I really don’t have the mood to describe the entire showdown. Suffice to say there was a lot of shouting involved, mainly between Tommy and Christine. Mum and I just stood by on opposite sides of the road. Mum looked guilt-stricken while I was just really embarrassed.
The quarrel lasted for a good while until even people from the food-court or wherever were starting to gather around the commotion. Some even started recording with their phones.
In the end, I had to step in and let them know they were drawing attention.
Tommy stormed off back to his car. “Melissa, let’s go,” he said.
Mum gave me an apologetic look before getting back onto the Avanza. I guided a sobbing Christine back to her own car and lent her a shoulder to cry on while Tommy backed up his vehicle and drove away.
Holy christ on crackers, what a mess.
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I stayed with Christine until she calmed down. Then she drove me home. We didn’t exchange a single word during the whole trip.
At home, I waited anxiously for mum to come home and make dinner but she never came back. Fearing the worst, I called her but her phone just kept ringing till it went to voicemail.
With no alternative, I called Tommy. He picked up immediately.
“Yeah?” Tommy said.
“Bro, is my mum there with you?” I asked.
“Yeah. She’s here.”
“Err… Okay… Care to tell me when she’s coming back?”
Tommy gave a little satisfied grunt. “She’s busy. She’ll call you later.”
“What the fuck? What’s going on?”
“That’s my line? What the fuck were you thinking bringing my mum to me?”
“I didn’t know you were there. We were there for lunch.”
“Shit. You’ve messed up my plans more than you know,” Tommy said.
“Well I’m soooo sorry your excellency. Next time feel free to indulge me in your plans so I know where not to go.”
“Fuck you,” Tommy said.
I heard a smack in Tommy’s background followed by the unmistakable moan of a woman.
“Hey, seriously, I need to talk to my mum,” I said, suddenly feeling a little sick.
“She’ll call… you back… Ugh…” Tommy said before quickly ending the call, leaving me to stare at my phone with bewilderment.
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I fell asleep watching TV while waiting for mum to come home that night. I awoke in the middle of the night. The clock showed that it was past 3am. I turned off the TV and went to the window to look out into the driveway. My parent’s BMW is still not there. Mum still haven’t come home.
Not knowing what else to do, I went back to my room to sleep.
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I woke up late again. It was becoming a bad habit. I went downstairs and the first thing I did was check the driveway. Mum’s car still wasn’t there, but it could be because she went to work.
Sighing, I went back upstairs to check my phone to see if mum left any messages. There was one message, but not from my mum. It was from my Dad, Andrew. It was his flight details and his arrival time. I immediately remembered that Dad was coming home from his trip tonight. We were supposed to pick him up.
I called mum’s mobile phone but it went straight to the out-of-service message. What the fuck?
Frustrated, I went back downstairs to see if I can find her office number. As I passed the dining table, I noticed a folded piece of paper on the surface with the words “For Barry,” written on it.
My heart was pounding as I picked it up. I unfolded it to reveal a written letter from mum:
Barry,
Mummy has taken two weeks leave from work and will be going away for the time being. I have already informed Daddy about this. I told him that it was a sudden mandatory company trip, but I believe after what you saw yesterday, you probably have your suspicions that it is not the case.
I won’t lie to you. I am going away with your friend Tommy for a while. There are things mummy needs to sort out with Tommy’s help and mummy needs time and space to process it. Please do not think that this is in anyway your fault. It is not. Neither is it your father’s. This is mummy’s own issues and mummy has to deal with it herself.
Mummy loves you very much. Please don’t ever doubt that. Please tell Christine that I am very sorry and that I don’t mean Tommy any harm. We will be back in two weeks. I promise.
Also, remember to pick up your father at the airport.
Love,
Mum
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End of Chapter 1
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Chapter 2: Two weeks later.
It was Tuesday, 6.42 pm.
I watched the BMW enter the driveway of my house from the second floor window. I was having mixed feelings about mum’s return.
The past two weeks was not as worrying as I expected. Dad still kept in touch with mum by phone and they chat every night. He was a little put off by mum’s last minute departure, but so far, he doesn’t suspect a thing.
Christine was livid at first but she also kept in touch with Tommy by phone and he seemed to convince her that he was fine. She was still angry with my mum though, but she couldn’t do anything about that until they got back. She made up a story for Lawrence, Tommy’s dad, to explain his absence.
Christine still wouldn’t speak to me however. I think she’s still mad I didn’t tell her what was going on between Tommy and my mum earlier.
Downstairs, I heard the front door closing. My dad, Andrew, hailed a greeting from the kitchen. He was preparing dinner to welcome mum home. It was obvious that he missed her during the past two weeks.
I hesitated for a moment on top of the stairs when I heard mum’s laugh. Then, I took a deep breath, and descended the steps.
Mum was in the kitchen, hugging Dad from behind while he was stirring the pot. They were talking about mum’s trip. The scene was so innocently normal that it took me aback.
“Barry!” Mum called out when she saw me. She released Dad and came over to hug me.
“Hi mum…” I said, still stunned.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” Dad announced.
“Come help me set the table,” Mum said.
I complied obediently, taking the opportunity to study mum. Mum looked great. She has always been beautiful and shapely but now she is somehow more so. I struggled to put a finger on the difference I am seeing. Mum was dressed in a semi-formal grey skirt and white lace blouse. Not very revealing, but it flaunted her lovely hourglass figure. She got a new haircut, that much was obvious, and she wore a minimal amount of make-up. Her perfume was intoxicating.
I finally decided what it was. Mum was sexy. More than usual anyways. I mean she was exuding sex appeal somehow. I glance at the kitchen and saw that even Dad was stealing glances her way.
Dad made pasta for dinner. Over the meal, mum was every bit her old self. We laughed and talked about what went on the two weeks she was gone. I would have readily believed that mum had not changed at all if she hadn’t started relating what she been up to the last two weeks. Apparently, it was a business conference and her company representative that was supposed to attend pulled out at the last minute. She gave details and told little stories from her trip. I was gobsmacked at how convincing she was. Dad of course, lapped it all up. It was obvious he wasn’t interested in what happened in a boring business conference anyway. From the way he was teasing mum, it was clear Dad only had one thing on mind.
After dinner, I helped clean up and left my parents alone to give them some privacy. I considered calling Tommy, but struggled to decide how to talk to him.
I was lying on my bed in my room when I finally fired off a message to Tommy. “How’s your mum?” I asked. I waited a few minutes for a reply that never came. Sighing, I put away my phone.
There was a knock on my door. I went to open it and found mum standing in the doorway. She was holding an envelope which she handed to me.
Wooo hooo! Pocket money! I thought.
“It’s from Tommy,” Mum whispered. She turned around and went to the master-bedroom. I could hear dad talking excitedly when she entered.
I stared after mum until she closed the door behind her. Then my gaze fell on the envelope in my hand. This was getting curiouser and curiouser.
I closed the door and returned to my bed before ripping the envelope and extracting a single page of letter inside.
I began to read:
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Barry,
Let’s lay down some ground rules. Melissa is mine. If we can’t agree on that one thing, then there is no need to read further and you and I are done.
If you are open minded enough to respect my claim on my property, then I’d like to invite you into my world. In time, all will be revealed. But for the time being, I have a proposal for you.
I will be busy with a new project in the coming weeks so I would like to hand Melissa over to you for safekeeping and handling. You may use her for your sexual relief in whatever way you like within the bounds of three conditions.
Melissa has been informed of this offer. You only need to tell her that you agree to the terms. She will make the appropriate accomodations.
P.S. Oh, and get rid of this letter properly. I don’t want some cliche drama like your Dad discovering it or something. Tear it up and flush it down the toilet.
Yours truly,
Tommy
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I think I stared at the letter for like half an hour.
What the hell am I reading?! Is this a joke?
I crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the wastepaper basket. After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, I sighed, got up and picked the paper ball out of the trash. I went to the bathroom, ripped it to pieces, threw it into the toilet. Then I sat down, took a shit, wiped my ass, and then finally flushed it.
Joke or not, it really wouldn’t be funny if my Dad found it.
I returned to my room and decided to turn in for the night. I switched off the lights and went to bed.
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