Mother's Solace Ch. 03

"He is right, ya know Ed," Rick agreed.

"What fucking ever, this game is retarded, I'm gonna go bang some chicks while you two fuckheads waste your life away playing this stupid shit."

The other guys watching us just laughed as Ed left like a pathetic sore-loser.

"This guy, just what am I gonna do with him," Rick sighed.

"That's Ed for ya, he's never changes, never putting on a facade, always true to himself. It's quite admirable if you think about it."

"That a pretty good way to look at him. But it often gets him in more trouble then it's worth," Rick said.

I played against a few other people, doing fairly well I managed to beat them all, despite the fact that I don't play often. That is until I ran into the last player. She whipped my ass, 20-5. I could tell she had played a lot, maybe even competitively, she knew the map layouts really well, and had the spawn points checked. Her aiming was amazing, she rarely missed a shot, the match was over pretty quickly, even though my pride was shot I showed good sportsman-ship telling her how good she was. After I gave up the controller, I looked at Rick.

"Ouch, you just got totally destroyed."

"It happens, wanna go see what Ed is doing?"

The girl called to me from behind.

"Excuse me."

"Huh, yes?"

"Sorry, for embarrassing you like that" she smiled shyly.

"I think my pride is shattered, enough. Now I'm having someone apologize to me for kicking my ass in a game of CoD. How pathetic must that be.

"I was just wondering, do you guys want to get some drinks?"

"Oh, you're not gonna play anymore?"

"No, you pretty much beat everyone else in the room, so I doubt they'd be much of a challenge. Not to sound full of myself or anything!"

"It's no problem and uhhh, I don't mind do you Rick?" I asked turning to him.

"I'm cool with it."

Turns out her name is Laura, she was originally from the United Kingdom, she moved to America with her mother when she was fourteen. Laura didn't give an explanation as to why, but it was pretty obvious that she had endured a few things. The changes impacted her greatly at the time, and it took a while for her to adapt but she said she was happy to leave.

Her friends had invited her to the party, but it seems they stood her up. So she came to check out the game room before she deciding if she would leave or not.

Laura is 5'2. Her breasts are small, but rather perky, around 34-B. Her long, chestnut brown is straight, her bang covers one of her astonishing hazel eyes. She has cute freckles on her nose, and cheeks, that go along well with her relatively small lips. She's really cute in my honest opinion.

We ended up talking about college, aspirations, likes/dislikes, and eventually it strolled off into relationships.

"So what would you guys define as a healthy relationship?" Laura asked.

"Hmmm, one where I could come home and be myself. I could talk and discuss what I feel with my girlfriend without the fear of being judged or ridiculed, and vice-versa. We could both have absolute trust and complete faith in each other. And would do anything to make each other happy," Rick said.

"That's Prince Charming" I agreed with some of his points, but honestly that was more like a 'perfect fairy-tale relationship' than a healthy one.

"That's really sweet, Rick. What about you, Locke?"

"Well, I have limited experience on this topic as I've only just begun my first relationship, but I do agree with what Rick said for the most part. You should be able to trust and connect with your partner, without pretending to be something you're not. But I don't think I personally would be able to accommodate her every need. I'm a very jealous individual, if she wanted to say go out and have casual sex for one night; I wouldn't be able to agree to something like that. Honestly, I find the whole idea of casual sex pretty repulsive to be completely honest, but I digress. Personally, I feel that since a couple won't be able to fulfill each others every need, they should try harder to make what they can cope with work, if they do that, love each other, and have excellent communication nothing else matters."

Rick looked at me impressed, and Laura was smiling.

"Wow, Lockey that was amazing, whoever she is, is really lucky to have you," she said hugging me for a brief moment.

I know my face was red, now I hadn't expected her to react like that.

"Uhh, thanks... and, 'Lockey'?" I asked quizzically

She started blushing and said, "Sorry, I tend to give out nicknames to people..." she trailed off.

Rick gave me a glance one of those "This isn't good" glances.

"So, Laura, what was it like living in Manchester?" Rick asked her changing the subject."

"Oh, it was nice, a bit crowded in central. I wasn't allowed to go out much, but when my Mum would take me out, we'd go to the mall or to plays. It's a lot more cultural there, and the restaurants have more of a variety of food." Laura started giggling at the remembrance of something. "You know it's actually kind of funny, I had some difficulties when I first moved here. Whenever I went to restaurants with my friends, the waiters didn't know what I was ordering or, it wasn't on the menu at all."

We kept chatting for a bit, eventually it was starting to get late and she had to go. Rick and I exchanged contact information with her, before she left.

Looking at me Rick gave me a smug smirk. I could tell what he was gonna say, obviously that girl had a thing for me, at least that's the way it appeared.

"Looks like you got a concubine there," he said jabbing me with his shoulder.

"She was just being friendly," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"You and I both know that's bullshit."

I didn't wanna discuss this anymore, I just wanted to go home at the point.

"Whatever, anyways where's Ed we should get ready to head out."

"Really, that was fast, it's only 8:00 PM," Rick stated checking his watch."Listen, I was only kidding about the 'concubine' thing."

"That's not it." I shaked my head. "I just want to head home, and call Claire."

"Alright, I'll go tell Ed." Rick told me

After he came back, he told me Ed was gonna stay that and that he would catch me later.

***

Arriving home, I heard Mom and the voices of three of women, which I could only assume were her friends. I should have went and introduced myself, but I was interested in what they were talking about. I tip-toed, and listened through the wall.

"Denise, do you remember that guy who picked me up on Friday."

"Uh-huh"

"Well, he took me back to his place, and wow he was big. I haven't had anything that large in months. You know he find you hot too, Denise."

"Hmm, really? Maybe I'll give him a try next time~"

"You should, make sure to wear nylons, they really get him going. Also he loves footjobs, I swear the expression on his face when he came was such a turn on~"

"Mmm, that sounds really exciting. I can get behind a man that worships my feet."

"I know right, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. You wouldn't believe how well he ate me out."

Somehow, I felt like this was some dialogue to lure a poor unsuspecting man into a tiger's den. I mean it's not possible that women actually talked like this, was it? Then I heard Mom begin talking.

"Do we really have to discuss sex at the moment, Melany."

"Why not? You were telling us earlier about how you ditched Henry, and went and found yourself a boy-toy. By the way how's your son doing? I would love to meet him one day," Melany said in a slightly suggestive tone.

"First you try setting me up with a man, the both of you've fucked, which you promised you wouldn't bring up again, then you want to know about my son, just what is your game?" Mom asked in a highly irritated voice.

"Nothing, I was just generally curious."

"Yeah, curiously wanting to work your way into his pants," Denise laughed.

"Well, first I'd have to see if he's cute," Melany chuckled

"Ok, girls, I've think you've overstayed your welcome."

"Claire, why are you getting all defensive about your son now? Is there something I'm missing, because it's like you don't trust me anymore. You know me and Denise set you up with that guy to help, right?"

"You both betrayed my trust, so no excuse me if I I'm not exactly comfortable with you making sexual comments about coming on to my son!"

Uh-oh, I definitely was putting my nose where I didn't belong. I decided to quietly make my way back to the front door, I unlocked it, opened, and slammed it shut to announce I was home.

"Oh, Locke your back already?" Mom shouted from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Walking into the dinning room; I saw Mom, sitting across from two other woman. Mom was dressed in a one shoulder maroon dress, with a pair of black heels.

Heading toward the table one of the woman stood up, and put her hand out. I complied and shook.

"Well hello, Locke it's a pleasure to meet you. You're mother never told me you became such a handsome thing. My name's Melany."

"Hello, Melany may I say you look very nice yourself tonight." I said in a formal tone.

Melany gave me a lascivious wink in response, which I could tell mom didn't take kindly too.

Melany seemed to be shorter than Mom, I'm guessing around, 5'4. Her black hair was wavy, and up in ponytail that fit the blush around her cheeks nicely. Her expressive almond shaped brown eyes could easily ensnare a man in her clutches. She was wearing a simple black shoulder-less cocktail dress with jewels embedded at the top. She had fairly large breasts, 34-d cup(maybe), her pink lip gloss complimented her nice smooth plump lips. I could honestly understand why Mom felt intimidated, this woman screamed promiscuity.

I walked over to the other woman, and shaked her hand.

"Hello, Locke, your mother always talks about you. I'm Denise."

Denise looked to be around 38, her curly strawberry blonde hair fell down her back. She was wearing a pale blue v-neck dress that matched her eyes. Her eye liner complimented her high cheekbones and narrow jawline. She had a gentle sensitive look, and didn't seem to be dressed to impress as much as Melany. But there was something about her that was alluring, I couldn't quite place my finger on it though.

Sitting down next to mom, I kissed her cheek. Mom obviously didn't like the situation, she was trying to hide the jealous and disdain from bubbling to the surface.

I ended up talking with the ladies for a bit. Denise turned out to be a elementary school teacher for seven years now. She had a passion for kids, and was content with her career. Denise had been married once, but caught her husband cheating on her, and promptly got a divorce. Since then she's been in casual relationships, and flings without getting into anything to serious.

Melany is currently, working as a nurse. She used to do modelling after high school, but felt it was a waste, as she could actually be doing something to improve peoples lives. Apparently, she had never met anyone who was compatible with her beyond, physical affection.

I wasn't exactly sure why mom was friends with these people at first, but they seemed to be honest, hard workers, despite there sexual preferences, and heavy flirtatious attitudes.

"So, Locke how is it like in College, are you majoring in anything in particular?" Denise asked.

"Not yet, I haven't decided what I really want to do. I'm currently interested in the medical field and psychology, though."

"I wasn't sure, what I wanted to do when I first started college, either. It's good that you at least have an idea of what you want; I had no idea at all."

"Speaking of college, have you seen any cute girls, you might be interested in?" asked Melany

"Uhh I'm-"

"Locke is focusing on school, he doesn't need any girlfriends at the moment. Once he finishes college, he'll have all the time in the world to meet the perfect lady," Mom interrupted.

"Oh, I didn't mean he needed a girlfriend, just a way to relieve stress, you know. A little fun once in a while never hurt anybody."

"I don't really believe in casual hookups," I told her.

"Well, I don't mean to overstep my boundaries, but you probably just haven't been with anyone who could show you just how pleasurable, "casual hookups" can be," she said, in a seductive tone tone.

"It's getting late, you should be on your way ladies." Mom said

Looking at the clock, Denise agreed, "Yeah, its already 10:00 P:M, we should probably get going. It was nice meeting you Locke, and thanks for having us over. We're really sorry about Thursday."

"It really was nice of you to have us over, for the most part. And it was a pleasure meeting your handsome son. I hope you'll have us over again, Claire.

Mom agreed, but her face said, "Never again." After they left me and mom put on our pajamas, and watched TV in the living room.

"So how was the party?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

"It was okay, played video games, talked a bit, then headed home. There was a huge outdoor pool in the backyard. I wish I had known ahead of time, I would of brought swimming trunks, and would of tried extra hard to bring you. What I wouldn't do to see my sexy lover in a bikini." I purred.

She blushed a bit but it was obvious she was still mad.

"Thanks, so what did you think of Denise and Melany?" she asked in a foul tone.

"Interesting ladies, I must say they're both very pretty. Although at first I was wondering why you were friends with them. But I can see they're good people that are passionate about things, and that they care about you."

"Yeah, they are good people, but I couldn't help but get jealous the way Melany was indirectly flirting with you, it really ticked me off. And the way Denise was staring at you made me want to rip her hair out of her head"

"Huh, she was? I didn't notice anything."

"Locke, she was blushing the whole time, and you didn't notice the way she licked her lips, or pulled and adjusted her top to show more cleavage?

I honestly, didn't notice, maybe because Melany was being so forward, or because I was focusing on not pissing off mom.

"To be honest, no I didn't."

"Maybe, it's a good thing my son is clueless when it comes to women," she chuckled.

"Excuse me for worrying that my jealous mother might leap over the table and choke her friends to death."

Scooting closer to her, I brought my lips to her neck.

"You know, I found it really sexy that you were jealous. It took all my self-control just to not jump you at the table. That sexy dress you were wearing really turned me on." I whispered.

She began squirming a little bit, "Honey, just what do you think you're doing?" she asked, lust becoming apparent in her voice.

I kissed all over her neck, and rested my hand on her leg. Her floral perfume, heightening my excitement.

"I'm just giving my jealous mother the attention she deserves."

"Stop honey, we're watching a movie," she whispered, in a half hearted voice.

"You don't sound like you want me to stop, do you really?" I whispered, bringing my face up to her ear. "Say it Claire, tell your lover what you want him to do to you."

"I. ummm. Ohhhh"

I began rubbing her inner thigh, slowly making my way to her crotch.

"Fine, I'll make this easy on you. I want to eat you, I want to lick the honey that's dripping from your gorgeous moist lips. I'm really thirsty, and would love to devour your juices right about now. Say it."

"Say what?" She asked playing dumb.

I started to sit up, if she was going to play dumb, then never mind. I lifted my hand from her leg.

"Ok, ok!" She yelled. "I can't believe you're making me say this."

"I'm not making you say anything, we don't have to do this," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"I.. I want you to.. go down on me."

"Aww, come on you can do better than that, talk dirty like you did this morning."

Mom sighed, calming herself, she laid down on the couch, pulling her pajamas down, she revealed her wet panties.

"Locke, please I want to feel your tongue inside me. I want you to lick up my nectar, and watch as my fluids flood your mouth. Please, baby eat my pussy, make your lover feel good."

I was rock hard now, there was no winning against her at all. Pulling her pajamas completely off; I grabbed a pillow propping it under her I began licking her inner thigh.

Mom began shuddering, as I slowly worked my way up. I could smell a faint sweet, musk. "Calm down, Locke keep it cool," I repeated to myself in my head. I really wanted to bury my face in her crotch, and eat her out like a starved dog. But I refrained, I continued working my way to her pelvis. Once I reached it, I began trailing my tongue back down her thigh.

"Stop teasing me, Locke, if you do you'll regret it. This is a battle that you can't win," Mom moaned, trying to threaten me.

I looked up at her face, she was flushed, sweat dripping down forehead. I knew she was right, if I teased her she'd find a way to get back at me, and presumably worse.

I moved to her panties, and begun licking her sex through the fabric. It's hard to describe what she tasted like; salty, with a slight sweet taste. I continued licking her through the thin fabric, feeling her clit at the top, I began gently nibbling at it.

"That's amazing, don't stop!" She screamed.

I kept up the pressure, bringing my right hand up; I began probing her through her panties, with my middle finger, while still nibbling on her bean. Mom put her hands on my head, and began gyrating herself against my mouth.

"That's it, work that clit, mmmm, ohhh, you're gonna make me cum." she cried.

Moving my face away I pulled her panties to the side, sticking my index and middle finger inside her wet depths. "Cum for me Claire, cum for your Son." I said, as I piston my fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

She started clenching tightly in response. I resumed my former position, licking her well-soaked clit.

"That's it, oh my god, FUCK!" she cried out, closing her legs around my head.

Fluids crashed against my fingers, as I pulled them out, she began squirting all over my chin. In a heat of passion, I stuck my tongue inside her warm honeypot, as her juices flooded my mouth. I kept licking her vagina, and swallowing her juices, until her orgasm subsided.

I watched in silence as she regained her composure. "T-That was amazing. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Mom asked, jokingly.

"Nope you were my first, and shall be my last, Momma-lover."

"Momma-lover, huh? You're a real Momma's boy aren't you?"

"That's pretty funny, hearing your own mother call you that."

Mom began to stare off, as if thinking about something.

"Momma-Lover, that's right. I'm your parent first, and lover second.

I could tell she was thinking about our the intimacy of our relationship. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like the results of her conclusion. In an attempt to cut off her train-of-thought, I kissed her, deeply and passionately. Letting her savor the taste of her own juices from my lips and mouth. Getting on top of her I said

"Mom is something bothering you." I looked into her eyes intensely.

"Locke, I-"

"I love you more than anything, Claire, as my lover, and mother. If something's on your mind I want you to tell me. We may be mother and son, but we're also a couple now. If something's bugging you tell me, and I'll do the same. With that being said. I can tell your asking yourself a few questions.

"If I'm pregnant should I keep the baby?

Am I hindering him from having a true dating experience?

Can our relationship really work?

Is our age-gap to wide?"

"Did I guess correctly Claire?"

All mom could do is gasp in astonishment, tears began surfacing.

"Y-You have me read like a book." she choked out.

"We're a couple right, Mom?"