Heather danced around the kitchen as she cleaned up the special lunch that she made for her 'little man' finally turning 18 years old. All of her daughters even made the effort to come home to help celebrate their 'little' brother's coming of age birthday. Granted the collective celebration was a few days after his birthday on the following weekend. But it has been a long time since all three sisters could get into town for the celebration.
Regardless, Heather was on cloud nine that all of her children came home to celebrate the last of them becoming an adult. She hummed happily as she finished loading the dishwasher. Knowing that she got all of the hugs and kisses from most of her daughters before they split back up to their respective campuses to continue their semesters. Hope, the youngest and just a year older than Heath, stuck around for a bit longer to approve of Heath's outfit for his date tonight.
Hope, like all of her sisters, were dead ringers for younger versions of Heather. Petite, short, enough in the assets department to always garner attention from potential partners, and 'cute' / 'adorable' faces. Looking at her youngest daughter, Heather hoped that she would have the good luck to have her body 'snap back' into place after every birth like she has had. After birthing five children, Heather enjoys her luck that she body is still petite and not as pear shaped like so many of the other mothers at her children's schools.
Hope leaves the kitchen to check on her only brother. Heath looks so much like his father. Wiry muscles, a decent height, and a 'chiseled' face. Heather has worried in the past that he's going to have too many kids out of wedlock once he gets to college. She also knows that he's on the naive side. Due to his ever-present wall of sisters. Judging every girlfriend. Only the current one has gotten any sort of approval. Mostly from Hope.
From a distance, Heather hears Hope's voice, "Aw, Hell! Naw! If you're actually expecting a birthday blowjob, you need to step up your game. That fit is atrocious!" A few minutes later, "That's better... but still... I wouldn't blow a dude wearing that." A few more minutes later, "Should I just pick out your clothes?"
Heath walks into the living room, where Heather finally decided to relax, obviously uncomfortable. He's picking, tugging, and adjusting his jeans and shirt. "Mom... I don't..." Heath starts.
"Seriously, yo? You're going to get Mom's opinion?" Hope snarks looking up at her younger brother. "She comes from the time of jeans so big that bell bottoms got jealous. And sweatshirts so baggy that you could sneak a whole ass corner store into the movie theater." Turning to their mother, "Here's the logic, Mom." Hope explains. "He needs to show off those fucking abs of his. And highlight his package. We're going for impressing, dear sweet Stacy May. She promised him a birthday blowjob if he could actually make himself presentable. So, I made him presentable for a woman of our age." Hope explains as her hands move around emphatically.
Heather gets off off the couch, "I'm going to need a beer for this." Heather's children follow her into the kitchen muttering at each other. After snatching a brew from the fridge, popping the top, and chugging half of it, "Your sister's logic is solid."
"Mom! What? These clothes are uncomfortable," Heath replies.
"Stop. Let me finish," Heather barks and holds up a hand to tell him to stop talking.
Hope chortles. "Does he need to talk to it?"
"What?"
Still chuckling, "Does Heath need to talk to the hand?"
"Do you still want my support for your selection?" Heather glares at her daughter. Hope mimes that she is closing her mouth with a zipper. "While she's right that we would wear the baggiest clothes, we also loved, and I mean LOVED to show off our bodies. That's where the whole belly button ring thing came from... 'Look at my flat tummy and think about how tight my pussy is..." Heather drains the rest of the beer and opens the fridge for another. Opening the beer, Heather gestures with her free hand, "And that?! Jesus Fuck! That's putting everything on display... In all of the right ways."
Heath groans, "Fine."
Hope straightens up, "Thank you, Mom."
Heath looking at Hope asks, "But how am I going to carry my keys and wallet?"
"You got a man purse, dude," Hope shoots back non nonchalantly.
"MOM?!" Heath turns to Heather for back up.
Heather chugs the entire second beer and grabs a third from the fridge. As she walks by her children, she mutters, "Haley solely exists because I wanted your father's courier bag... It's still upstairs in my closet."
Hope doubles over in laughter, "Haley! Hahaha! Was born! Hahaha! Oh, Fuck! Hahaha! Mom wanted to steal Dad's man purse!" Hope bumps into the wall while laughing.
Heath stomps away, "I hate you both right now..."
*****
Once Heath leaves for his date, Hope says goodbye to her mother. "If Heath doesn't text me, please let me know how it goes. Love you, Mom."
*****
Heather finally feels herself relax as she loads the second movie up on the streaming service. She is looking forward to the 'dumbest Rom/Com' according to her friends. She hears the front door to the house slam closed just after the opening credits finished. After pausing the movie, she calls out, "Heath?"
She hears from a distance, "Not ready to talk!" Anger is positively dripping in his voice.
"I love you, baby." Heather walks back to the kitchen to pull more beer out, and takes it to the living room. She hears the shower turn on.
*****
Heather feels Heath's presence hovering near her. She smells Heath's 'masculine' shampoo and soap. Without looking around, she says, "If you want, catch up. You deserve it if you're back this quick..."
"I have permission to get drunk?" his voice asks softly.
"Only if you're not going anywhere else. Get drunk. It's Saturday."
Heath comes back into the living room with two bottles of tequila. Heather looks at him, "Are you planning on puking?"
"I just don't want to go back to the kitchen, Mom." Heath plops down onto the couch.
After fifteen minutes into the movie, "I want to ask why," Heather tells her son.
Knowing what his mother is asking about, he hands her his phone open to a text message, "I waited an hour before I got that text."
* I can't. I can't date someone younger than me. Especially with so many women around them and no men to give them guidance. I'm sorry. But not. * the text read.
Grunting, Heather tells her son, "Two shots. And I want one as well."
******
Ten minutes later, Heather is thinking that she needs to further support her son. "We can cuddle if you need to. I don't like seeing you feeling bad." She stays in her spot on the couch. Heath swoops her up and drops her onto his lap. His arms are slowly tightening around. She mutters, "Just remember that I need to breathe, baby." She feels her hair move as he snorts on the top of her head, and he releases her enough. He needs to feel her body heat. He needs to feel the care and concern from his mother.
A few minutes later, she asks, "Shots? I want a shot, Heath."
Heather slams back the small glass of alcohol that her son poured for her. She watches him take two. Heather intentionally crawls back into Heath's lap. Except she buries her face into his neck, ignoring the movie. Her thoughts are swirling.
*****
Heather is enjoying the tight cuddling from Heath. She kisses his neck, and then brings her face up to look at him. "I know that she broke her promise. * hic * I'm willing to fulfill it."
Heath is struggling to keep his mind straight. Did he actually hear his mother offer him head? Or was he hallucinating from too much alcohol?
"Are you ignoring me? Heath?" she asks as she pulls her body away from his. She stands in front of the television to make sure that she has his attention. Heath turns off the TV. "I'm willing to give you a blowjob to make up for the stupid little prude."
"Ok, I did * hic * hear you correctly. You're really willing to blow me, mom?"
Lifting her body off of Heath and the couch. She confirms, "Yup. Right now." She pulls an elastic hair tie off of her wrist and bunches her hair into a pony tail. Heath watches her do with with obvious confusion on his face. He brain oddly notes the bright yellow color of the hair tie being highlighted by his mother's darker blonde hair.
He can smell the alcohol on her breath as she leans into his face. Her smile is broad showing a little bit of her teeth. Heath thinks he sees a glimmer of lust in her eyes. He can feels her hands unbuckle his belt and open the front of his jeans. When she grabs the waist of his basketball shorts and boxers, she tells him, "Lift up your butt. You'll enjoy this. I * hic * promise."
After a moment of hesitation, he does what he's told. The cool air of the home greets the naked skin of his cock. He was already in the process of getting stiff. He hears her mutter, "I'm so glad you at least took after your father in this way. This is going to be fun." He watches her look up as she lowers her mouth to his cock. Seeing her tongue reach out for the tip speeds up the rate that he's getting hard.
He can't stifle the groan of pleasure that escapes his lips as she licks the glans of his dick. Heather takes the tip into her mouth, and flicks her tongue along the tiny slit. Heath instinctually slides his butt forward. He hears his mother moan like she's settling down for a favorite meal. Maybe it is a favorite meal for her. Who knows? She corrects her posture, and slides down his erection until it starts to tickle the back of her throat. Heath notices that her nose is smashed against his crotch. He gasps as she swirls her tongue around his shaft and cups his balls at the same time.
She smiles at him without releasing his junk from her mouth. After a couple of head bobs, she pulls up and tells him, "I love you, baby." Heather quickly returns to her task at hand. Heath loses track of him as he stares at her pretty green eyes.
He sits up and pulls at her shirt. He bunches it up into his hands and pulls the fabric towards her head. Heather slowly drags her tongue along the bottom of he dick as she lifts her head. A slight pop is made when she lets go of his dick.
"You want to play with Mommy's titties while she blows you?" Heath dumbly nods. Heather yanks her t-shirt off of her and peels her bra off. "Take off your shirt too, Heath. I want to touch you too. * hic *" Heather's son immediately complies. Leaving only Heather's skimpy sports shorts the only clothing between the two of them.
Before she can get his dick back into her mouth, Heath lifts her chin and kiss her. He whispers, "Thank you." After a quick squeeze of her left breast, Heather shudders and giggles.
With his cock returned to the warm wet orifice, Heather speeds up her pace. Heath unconsciously starts thrusting up into her face. He struggles to grab her tits. Minutes pass by without notice. Heath is too focused on the heavenly pleasure of the blowjob.
Heath knows that he needs to warn Heather when he is about to cum. His climax is running for the finish line. "Mom... Mom... I'm... I'mma bout to..." Heath stutters.
Heather grabs the base of his cock in order to pump it for a quicker cum. She gently messages his balls for over-stimulization. She gets what she wanted. A throbbing cock firing off ropes of sticky hot semen. She immediately starts gulping down her son's baby batter.
Heather misjudged that Heath wasn't finished ejaculating. The last squirt hits her chin. She drunkenly giggles as she licks it off of her chin.
"Thank you, darling. That was delicious," she says as she pats his leg. She returns to her seat on the other side of the couch. "* hic * That was fun." Heather watches her son pant and huff on his side of the couch.
Once Heath finally catches his breath, he looks at his mother. "You know? I was always told to show appreciation for a gift. The better the gift, the better the appreciation."
"Yeah?" Heather replies sarcastically. "You obviously had a good mother to have taught you that." She scratches her flat belly before stretching her arms above her head.
Heath slowly move towards Heather. "Yeah, and I know how I want to show my appreciation."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want to give you what I planned to give Stacy May. May I?" Heath reaches for her shorts.
"Oh?" Heather grabs his hands as she hesitates. "Tell me what you're thinking before I agree?" Heather isn't sure that she actually wants to have sex with Heath. Sure, she's attracted to him. But Heather isn't sure that she's ready to cross that line. Yet.
"Exactsies. I want to taste you. Cum on my face." Heath waits for her answer. She lets go of his hands and lifts her butt. Heath yanks the shorts off to discover that she's not wearing any panties. He smiles at her when he sees that she trims her pubic hair in a simple landing strip.
Wordlessly, Heath dives into his mother's twat. As he is licking at her clit, Heath tosses her legs over his shoulders.
"Hoo!" Heather grunts. She pushes her fingers through his hair. She wants to grab his hair, but he keeps it short. She finally gets her feet back onto the couch, albeit over his shoulders. She sporadically lifts her pussy up to his tongue.
Heath switches to sucking her pussy lips in between his lips and stabbing his tongue into her vaginal channel. He laps at her growing flow of vaginal secretions.
"Drink my pussy juice, baby!" she shouts as she feels his tongue lashing between her labia. She curls a leg behind Heath's head. "Soooo goood!! Maake meee cuuuum!"
Heath reaches up to grope one of her luscious breasts. She moans, "Pinch my nipple! Oh, Fuck!" Heath follows her instructions. She slaps a hand over his to keep it there. She is staring to quiver.
After a minute of nipple twisting, Heather yanks the hand away. "Finger me! Fiiiniiish meeee! Fuuuuuuck!"
As a good son, he does what his mother wants. He pulls his arm under her in order to slide two fingers into her sopping twat. He curls his fingers randomly to stroke the g-spot.
Heather can't last much longer. She gushes onto her son's face.
"FUCK YES! EAT MOMMY'S PUSSY! HOO!" Heather yells as she wraps the other leg around Heath's head and shoves her pussy into his face. Her ass and lower back lift off of the couch.
Heath struggles with breathing in between Heather's legs crushing his face into her cunt and the sudden flood of girl cum. His breath returns to him as her legs go limp. He watches her twitch and shiver, from his position between her legs, since she's no longer able to keep shoving his face into her sex.
After a minute of seeing her shake, "Are you ok, mom?" He's feeling worried.
Huffing, Heather responds, "Yeah... Yeah, I'm ok. I think I need help to the bathroom."
"Ok." Heath scoops his mother up and carries her to the bathroom. She quivers as she carries her fireman style. He gently eases her onto the toilet. He starts to leave.
She grabs his wrist, "Don't leave yet." Heather lets the urine flow. She gently strokes her thumb across Heath's skin. She stands up when she's done. "Help me to bed, please. I'm still wobbly." Heath and Heather take the short walk to her bed. "You should feel proud, baby. Making a woman not be able to walk straight is always a good thing."
As Heather pulls her blanket down, she looks at him, "I'd really like for you stay here tonight. I want to cuddle some more. No hanky panky. Just me sleeping with my head on your chest."
Heath's heart skips a beat. "Um, sure, Mom. I can sleep in here with you." He slowly walks to the other side of the bed, waiting to hear her change her mind.
Once he lays himself down on the bed, Heather flops her head down onto his chest. Her hands seek out her favorite resting places. One hand on the other side of his chest and the other on the back of his neck. She kisses his chest. "I'm going to try to stay awake, but I'm probably going to pass out * hic * soon."
She's quietly snoring within a minute. Heath falls asleep to her comforting snores.
*****
Heath slowly wakes up. He enjoys the gentle touches that Heather is giving him.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" her soothing voice drifts into his consciousness.
"Hey..." Heath is unsure of how to respond. There is a very naked MILF hovering over him. The problem that hits his brain is that this MILF is his mother. HIS MOTHER! And that's not a barrier that will keep him from trying to fuck her.
"I never realized that you had tattoos," Heather says as she lightly runs a fingernail over Heath's skin. "What does this one mean?"
Heath looks at the dragon tattoo that she touching on his left shoulder. "That's just a design that I think represents me. Just a viciousness that stays under control as long as I get my emotional needs met."
Heather slides her hand behind him and taps on his shoulder blade. "And the tiger?"
"That was my first one. It was just... there was no meaning for it."
"Who put these on you? Legally... you needed my permission."
"A, um... friend? He knew I was underage. He really needed someone to help build his portfolio. I got them all for free."
Heather makes a dismissive grunt. She grabs his right thigh. "We'll need to find someone to make these look better... Let's get back to the meaning of your tattoos. I think I've figured out everything except the main significance of the piece... But!" Heath freezes. He knows what the tattoo means. He never told the 'friend' the meaning.
Heather still hovers over Heath. Her face is so close to his. She grins at the amount of blushing he's doing. The blush is starting to reach his shoulders. She is still completely naked. And her sex is close to his. She reminds him, "I'll still love you even if the meaning is morally wrong."
Heath glances at the scroll on his leg, with four dates and initials. He doesn't want to tell her.
"If you tell me the truth... I need to make a decision," Heather coos into his ear. She leans back to look him in the face.
Heath's eyes dart back and forth trying to avoid his mother's face. The corner of the room. Her dresser. The ceiling fan. Anything other than his mother's bright green questioning eyes. He leans into her caressing hand. "It's ok, baby. Just tell me."
Softly, he tells her, "Those are the dates that I realized that I'm a pervert."
Heather continues to pet his face, "Yes, and?"
"Those are the dates that I finally understood that I would be ok with impregnating women that I shouldn't." Heath's heart is seizing in fear.
Heather's fingernail circles around the date on the bottom of the scroll of the tattoo. "I find it interesting that Hope is at the bottom of the list. She's the one that I think would be the first to jump at a chance to have you."
"Wait, what?!?!" Heath feels goose bumps forming on his arms and legs.
"Oh, darling. I'm not stupid. You're obviously using middle names as part of the initials. The last name is literally the same for all of them. Aren't they?" Heath grinds his teeth trying to not answer. "I also find it interesting that Haley and Harper are in the middle of the pack." Heather reminds Heath that her naked body is hovering over him by swaying her body to let her nipples brush against his chest.
"Hi," Heather breathes into her son's face. "You really want to be a mother fucker? Am I not the first person on the literal bucket list that you put onto your flesh... illegally, as a minor?" Heather feels Heath's erection brush up against her sex as he gets excited. Getting back up to show him how close he is to being inside of her, "You really do want to fuck me, don't you?"
Uh huh... Yes... I want to..." Heath tried to reply.
Heather kisses him. Hard. Breaking the kiss, "Do you have any questions before I sit down on this delicious dick?"
With Heather's tits hanging in front of his face, he licks his lips. He glances down her body. Heath brings a hand up to her hip as if he's going to grab her, but he brushes his thumb against a scar on her tight tummy just under her belly button. "Um... What's this?"
Giggling, Heather kisses Heath quickly. "That? Baby. That is my Cesarean scar. That's how you came out of my womb. I couldn't have you or Hope go through the normal way. Haley and Harper almost wrecked me... I like that scar. I feel no shame about that scar." Heather pets the side of Heath's face. "I wouldn't have you if I didn't have that scar." She giggles again before kissing him. "Anything else?... You're stalling aren't you?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm stalling!"
Heather rolls over and removes her leaking twat from the proximity of the stiff dick that she wants to ride. Feeling irritated, she says, "Fine. Let's talk." She sees Heath start to panic. Heather pets Heath's chest. "Chill. I didn't say that I'm no longer considering shoving your dick into my cunt. But, you're starting to panic. And, I don't like having sex with a partner that's panicking. What can I do to help you, baby?"
"Do you want to do this with me? I mean. I know. I know that I'm not right in the head, Mom."
"I'm still stroking your dick aren't I?' Her smiling answer eases his concerns. Heath kisses her hard. He starts to roll over to be on top. He stops when he feels her hand pushing on his shoulder. "Uh uh, baby. I want to be on top the first time." Heather guides him back to laying down. "It gives me more control. You're not exactly little." She kisses him lightly before straddling him.
"Neither are you, Mom," he comments hefting one of her breasts. "Your tits are so much more that I thought... you don't exactly go around letting me sees these beautiful beasts."
"Breasts, darling. Not beasts."
Heath sits up enough to suck on her right nipple. Moaning, she comments, "You always favored that side as a baby." After a minute of his flickering tongue on her stiff flesh, "Lay back down." She repositions herself over his rampant cock. "Kitty's hungry." She places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
Heather grinned before letting her body plummet down. She squeezed her eyes closed and her mouth dropped open as she impaled herself on Heath's turgid flesh. Once she has him fully inside of her, she huffs a couple of times.
"Give me a moment... Baby... I haven't had someone this big in me in a long while." Heath is straining to not start pumping up into her.
He knows full Gods damned well that he is back in the one place that he entered into this world. And it is forbidden. His breath starts to speed up.
Hearing her son breathing faster, "Hold on, stud. Be a good lover. Be patient." She groans and opens her eyes. "You're not allowed to call me 'Mom' when we're like this."
"I love you, Heather."
Heather lifts her body to the point that Heath might slip out. She slams down. She repeats this three more times. She just wants to see the look on Heath's face. "It's so hot when you call my be my name."
They slowly build a mutual rhythm. She enforces a steady pace, but one slower than what Heath wants. "It's not a race, baby. This ain't a quickie."
Heath feels her fluids dribbling down his balls. He continues to push up into the forbidden channel. The velvety softness gripping him like a closed fist excites him.
Both of them pump their hips wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Neither one of them want to ruin the possibility of another lascivious and wanton encounter.
Heather kisses him after every 'small' orgasm. When she feels the 'big one' coming, she moves her feet behind his thighs. She drops the weight of her upper body onto his chest to crush her tits into his flesh.
Rolling her hips in different directions, she whimpers, "Make me cum! I need it!"
Heath grabs her hips in an attempt to jackhammer her greedy pussy.
"Oh! Fuck! Heather, I'm about to cum!" he shouts. She blatantly ignores him. She grinds her clitoris against him.
Heath's balls boil past his control. "I'm cumming!" His mother's only response is to start licking his nipple to speed up the process. She stops licking when she feels his dick throb inside of her and the release of warm man juice further lubricates her fuck spot. Her orgasm finally overrides her synapses with the knowledge that he, her son, is cumming in her. Her body quakes.
Heath hugs her firmly afraid that she is having a seizure.
Once the mind wrecking orgasm finishes and she has control of herself, she tells him, "Ok. Now you can pound my pussy like I'm a slut... * sigh * That was so good, Heath. I just needed my first memory of us being together positive and not just you using me like a whore."
Feeling his chest freeze with emotion, he finally tells her, "But, I would never treat you like a whore. You're too precious to me."
"Just because you didn't, doesn't mean that others haven't... I got the love and affection that I craved. Now it's time to fulfill what our bodies are demanding. Fuck me. Hard."
After blinking a few times, Heath bodily lifts her so that he can be on top. Missionary style. His dick is start to swell up again. Making its presence known inside of Heather's pussy.
He moves her ankles to lock her ankles behind his waist. He plants one hand on the bed under her armpit, and the other over her shoulder. Effectively locking her into place.
"I know that you just told me that I'm not allowed to use that word, but I love you, Mom. I want you to strap in for what is about to happen."
Heather nervously giggles as she crosses her ankles and wrap her arms around his. She kisses his chest to signal to start.
Heather is surprised by Heath's stamina. He is pounding into her sex harder than any of her previous lovers. She hears him grunt out, "I love you more than you understand. I will make you cum. I will make you love life. Again."
*****
She no longer knows what time it is. Her limbs are slipping away from Heath. After her third major orgasm, she no longer remembers what she's said to him during their copulation. His assault on her soaked pussy stops as he rolls off of her. She feels full.
"We need water. I'll go get some, babe." He slides towards the side of the bed to go to the kitchen.
"Wait! Take me with you," she commands her son as she grabs his wrist.
Looking at her with a incredulous face, "If I do that you're going to leak all over the floor. Let me bring you water out of the fridge." He pats her arm grabbing him.
"No," her voice is heavy with meaning and tinges of possessiveness. "I need to be near you. I need your touch... You can ever put me in front of the fridge when you open it..."
"Uh? What?"
"Use me as your shield against the cold! Heath! I promise you that I won't put my cold feet on you." Heather negotiates.
Heath helps Heather out of bed. She immediately starts leaking his liquid genetic code out of her as she walks towards her bedroom door.
"We'll clean that up later. I want to go to the fridge." Heather feels thankful for Heath's willingness to help her and follow her instructions, but also that she chose the first floor bedroom, giving her children the second floor rooms, so that she can do stupid shit like this.
The chilled air of the refrigerator blasts them both. Making their sweaty bodies shiver. They grab bottle after bottle of water to cool themselves off and re-hydrate.
After a few bottles of water, Heath tells, "I think we should take separate showers, and then clean up our mess."
*****
As the sun is slowly drifting over the horizon, Heather reminds her son, "Baby, I think you need to call Hope. She asked to know how your date went."
He stops rubbing her inner thigh with his hand, and pulls her out of his lap and onto the couch. "Oh, ok, Heather." She quivers pleasantly hearing him use her name instead of familial title. Picking up his cell phone from the coffee table.
Leaning back into the couch, he pokes the photo of his sister. While she's still able to hear the ringing, Heather remarks, "A bikini pic? For your sister? Interesting." She places her feet in his lap to possibly distract him during the phone call.
"Shh. She sent it to me to use as her ID photo on my phone," he answers her. "It really was her idea..." Hope answers the call.
Heather can't hear her daughter very well. She can only really hear and understand Heath's side.
"Hey, sorry. I forgot to text you last night. I got stood up and wasn't in a good enough mood to talk... No cap, Hope... She even broke up with me through a text... Oh, Mom has been very supportive. She helped me realize that I should expect more from relationships that I get involved in..." Heath softly massages Heather's feet and calves. "Mom is surprisingly good at helping me forget about Stacy... No, she's just Stacy now. There's no affection there anymore... Seriously. Mom has been very effective at making me forget about Stacy. Which isn't as difficult when you're sweating out a hangover... She made me promise that I stay home for the night..." Heather grips Heath's wrist and starts to drag it to her barely clothed sex. Heath yanks his hand away, and slaps the top of Heather's thigh. He he swipes a lone finger in the air to indicate to not try that again. While Heather has him looking at her, she seductively chews on her lower lip. "Huh? Oh, I just slapped a meddlesome bug... No, Mom and I are watching some animated movie from the 90's. What movie is this, Mom?"
Heather shouts, "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"
"Don't believe her, Hope. It's something with Brad Pitt and Kim Basinger... Yes! That's it. Cool World... It's really nice hanging out with mom. She been giving me soothing advice..."
Quirking an eyebrow, "I've been soothing something, Heath. But advice hasn't been involved."
Ignoring Heather, "Huh? Don't worry about it. Mom is trying to be funny... Naw, I won't be busy if you come home for a visit in a few weeks. It's not like I have a girlfriend to worry about..." Hearing this Heather took it personally, and moves to straddle his legs, facing her son. "Now, Mom on the other hand, might have plans for me... Coordinate with her... I'm sure that the two of you can figure out a schedule to share me..." Heather eases her butt down onto Heath's knees letting her offended feelings dissipate. "Ok... That sounds like fun... Hey, I think Mom is getting impatient to finish watching the movie... I love you too, Hope... I miss you living at home too... Love ya, bye."
Just after hitting the disconnect button on his phone, the hungry cougar in his lap kisses him. Rough and passionately. Breaking the kiss, Heather says, "I think we're done with the movie for now. You already know that they fuck before the end... It's still early enough for us to have some fun before you need to go to school tomorrow."
"What about Hope coming to visit?" he asks feeling his nervousness returning.
Heather throws her head back to laugh. "You just gave her enough information to know that we fucked last night."
"I did not," Heath gets defensive.
"Yes, you did, baby. Yes, you did. Now come on. Go get one of your phone chargers and come to my room. I need a creampie before we fall asleep." She slides out of his lap coquettishly.
Heath grabs his charger from the downstairs communal bathroom and heads to his destined bed. He walks in on his naked lover snickering, looking at her phone. After disrobing himself, he wraps his arms around her, poking her lower back with his prick.
"What's so funny, Heather?'
Looking at him over her shoulder, "Your sister. She is such a little green eyed monster when it comes to you." Heather holds her phone up for Heath to read the text.
* YOU BITCH! ARRRRRGH! I have questions. 1) How long did he last? And I don't mean how long until he caved in. You know exactly what I mean! 2) How was he? 3) not a question. YOU WILL SHARE!!!!! I HAD FIRST RIGHTS TO HIM!! *
Heather sets her phone down to charge, and rolls over to look at her lover. "Don't worry about that for now. You have me to worry about. And whether or not I'm going to fuck you until you're in the hospital before your sister gets her hands on you..."