On the Loveseat Ch. 10

"Mmrgerglm mhfm!"

I didn't need an interpreter; I got the gist of her meaning.

"Take it mom! Suck that cock like a slut!" I encouraged her.

"Mmm hmm"

Mom was now taking my dick deep into her mouth while humming that caused my cock head to vibrate while in close proximity to her vocal cords. She then withdrew until only the bare tip was still encased in her suctioning lips, the humming now vibrating the nerves on the sensitive tip. She then repeated the process. This seemed beyond anything she'd done to me before that I wondered if she'd taken tips from someone. Someone new though, as this wasn't even something that Aunt Jessica had done.

"You've learned some new tricks mom! That feels amazing!" I declared.

Her green eyes glowed back at me. Her squeezing hand was beginning to hurt beyond my tolerance to take.

"Ease up on the hand mom. It's really hurting now!"

Her hand lessened its hold but also began to stroke the distance my loose skin had to give. The burning sting as the blood filled back in to the base of my cock also added to the numerous feelings from my rampant cock. I was sure that if mom had made an effort to push me over the edge to ecstasy right then she would have been richly rewarded, again!

"Shit mom! I'm so fucking close! Make me fill your slutty mouth! Oh yeah!" I grabbed her dark brown hair in my fingers in an effort to increase her already frenetic pace. I don't know which hand it was, but fingers tickled the underside of my ball sack along some nerves that must be there. That was the straw that pushed me over.

"Holy fuck mom! I'm cummming again!"

My entire body locked up as it focused on draining whatever was still in my tender balls into my mother's sucking mouth and down her swallowing throat. It didn't take as long this time and mom struggled hardly at all to drink down my seed.

I flopped back listlessly as mom finished collecting every last dribble and then gave my dick a spit shine. She pulled my pants and underwear back up, struggling with the little help she was receiving from my spent limbs. She zipped and buttoned my pants only minutes before Jojo and Johnny exploded in the front door. I glanced at mom worried she'd be mad at how close we'd cut it. The satisfied and triumphant look on her face seemed to imply that she had timed it perfectly. If that had been her intent, then indeed she had!

"Wow mom! That was fuh ..." I caught myself with tender ears now present. "That was incredible! Twice!"

She permitted herself a slow lick of her lips. I grinned at her.

"Mommy, can I have a cookie? I was good at school today! I got two gold stars!" Jojo crowed in delight.

"And some milk too!" Johnny added without professing any achievements to warrant his reward.

Mom sprang to her feet with more energy than I could muster right then.

"Two gold stars! That deserves two cookies!" Mom hurried to the kitchen with my siblings following her.

"And some milk too!" Johnny repeated as if it might be overlooked in the excitement of getting cookies.

I stood roughly, feeling as drained as I in reality was.

"Do you want a cookie too mommy?" Jojo waved one of her two towards mom. "Were you good today mommy?"

I had to cough then. Mom raised her eyes to mine.

"Mommy was very, very good today! She should get three cookies! And a ... nice ... big ... glass of ... creamy ... milk too!"

Mom's eyes widened as I emphasized each adjective.

"How many stars did you get mommy?" Jojo asked innocently.

Johnny answered before mom or I could correct my sister. "Mommies don't get stars silly."

"Mommy would have gotten all the stars Jojo." I gave my own response. Jojo beamed at my answer.

"Good job mommy!" She exclaimed proudly.

"Yes, good job mommy." I said just as proudly.

Mom swatted my shoulder with more force than she'd intended as she then rubbed it with maternal care. Mom and I each ate a cookie as the younger two ended up with three each. Jojo still tried to offer mom one of hers as a reward.

"It's yours honey. You eat it. Mommy is full right now." She eyed me with a glint in her eye.

I chuckled quietly.

I grabbed my bag and went upstairs to lie down for a while. I was seriously going to have to start working out! Though with my schedule already full I didn't know when I would have any time. It would cut into my mom-sucking-my-dick time or the banging-my-aunt's-fantastic-ass time! As I said, my schedule was quite full already!

I had no nightly or a.m. visits that night or on Wednesday either. I had to take it upon myself Wednesday night when I heard mom's bedroom door shut without 'tucking' me in first. I had plenty of visual stimulation stored in my brain that I lasted as long as if mom had actually been there.

I forgave her for not showing up, as I knew we had a big weekend coming. I regretted having to take any action knowing how spent I would be by Sunday and would be wishing for that extra bit in the tank. Unfortunately, it didn't work like that. Regardless of how empty I would be come Sunday night, it didn't relieve the overload pressure earlier in the week.

During school, I lost focus during my teacher's lectures as I tried to think of things, positions, situations to do with mom and Aunt Jess. Thursday afternoon in Ms. Jennings's class I had pictured the thirty-something brunette bent over her desk and me sticking my cock in her big ass as I had done with my aunt. The hard-on I received from these thoughts would not go away before class was over and I was forced to exit the room trying to hide my hard cock. I'm sure I failed as I noticed Ms. Jennings giving me a curious look that in my teenage sex-crazed mind I took to be interest. I reprimanded myself that it couldn't be that and with mom and her sister (and I still had Margie for an emergency call if required) that I had no need for another sexually needy older woman! But Ms. Jennings was fairly attractive. No! I told myself, I had enough problems now. New thoughts of Ms. Jennings on her knees sucking me, or laying naked on her desk with her ankles on my shoulders and my ...

I had to contemplate risking an extended stop in the men's room or walk around with an obvious cucumber in my pants!

I got to Mrs. Graham's class and one stray thought of the nearly seventy year old dumpy woman in her ill-fitting muumuu on her knees caused my dick to not only shrink, but it practically clawed its way into my body to hide, followed by my balls. I still shiver in horror to this day from that nauseous image. (Ooo, see there I go again!)

I got home from school and found dad's truck already there. I entered the house and could feel the air temperature drop as I did. Mom was sitting on the couch in a light blue blouse and jeans with her legs crossed, the top leg twitching restlessly. She had a delicate white knit sweater unbuttoned over her blouse. She was watching some daytime talk show, but must not have been too interested in it as she had the remote control in her hand. She looked up as I entered.

"Hello Jeremy." She said as flatly as I have ever heard her.

"Hey mom." I answered. I wondered if I should try to talk to her, as it was obvious something was going on between her and dad.

"I saw dad's car. He's home already?"

"Obviously." Mom said frostily.

Ouch!

"He's leaving tonight isn't he?" I don't know why I was asking questions I already knew the answers to, I was just uncomfortable.

Mom looked up at me and I wanted to beat a hasty retreat. The hard edge in her gaze suddenly softened.

"I'm sorry Jeremy. It's not you."

"Still about the trip?"

She nodded, returning her stare to the TV screen. Dad appeared from the hallway.

"Oh it's you Jeremy. Still have a chance to change your mind." He said hopefully.

Mom looked from dad to me. Dad didn't see this as he was focused on me. However I answered, one of them would be disappointed with me. I'd been living with dad's disappointment for years, which didn't influence my choice at all. Memories of mom's naked body writhing in pleasure beneath me did.

"Sorry dad. As you've always said, school comes first. Have to look to the future." I know how much parent's hate to have their words come back and bite them years later.

"Well okay. It's your loss." He replied.

I don't know if he sounded upset or not. Like I might be a hindrance to his fun, or tattle back to mom for any misdeeds. I didn't necessarily like his low opinion of me, but right now in my life, mom's opinion of me was all that mattered. I think I caught a glimpse of joy cross mom's face.

"Listen, when Bob shows up could you help me with my bags and clubs?"

"Uh sure dad." I couldn't deny him that.

"Bob?" I questioned. "Mom's not taking you to the airport? Or I could've."

"Bob, from work. This just makes it easier on all of us. Your mother will have the kids to deal with as it is."

I could detect hints of what the argument was about from his answer. Mom had refused to drive him by using the kids as an excuse again.

"Look, if this trip works out like the VP thinks, the company will increase business by twenty to twenty-eight percent. That'll mean bonuses and raises for us. And more money for you all. This trip isn't all fun and games." Although he was looking and speaking to me, I could feel his target was on the couch. Mom was pointedly ignoring him.

"When is Bob supposed to be here?" I asked hoping to end this ice age soon.

Dad looked at his watch. "Anytime now."

He started to go get his luggage; I assumed his golf bag was in his truck still since I didn't see it.

"You're not going to be able to say goodbye to Johnny and Jojo?" I asked with some surprise. Dad paused near the hall.

"I know, I feel terrible about it. I really do." He almost glanced at mom. "We're cutting it close anyways. Tell them I'll bring them both back something."

"Golf balls?" Mom quipped coldly. I felt my own balls shrivel from the additional temperature drop.

Dad didn't respond to the jab.

"Did you want me to bring you something?"

The answer I wanted to give then was 'no, I have enough golf balls' but I refrained.

"If you want. As long as Jojo and Johnny get something nice." I saw mom smile at that.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He patted his pockets and then disappeared towards their bedroom.

I looked back to mom; her crossed leg was rocking furiously. She had flipped through a half dozen channels since dad had left the room. I stood there awkwardly, unable to leave with dad's ride about to arrive. I shifted feet uncomfortably.

I heard a honk out front. Dad came huffing out, carrying two suitcases and a garment bag. I grabbed the larger suitcase.

"Thanks Jeremy." He paused and turned to mom. "I'll be home Monday afternoon, Jenny."

Mom looked up at him and seemed to realize that even in the midst of a fight that she should acknowledge his departure. She stood woodenly, allowing dad to lean into her and kiss her cheek.

"I'll bring you back something extra special honey."

"That would be nice dear." She accepted his buss, her voice still chilly.

I opened the front door and got waved at by a large overweight man in an equally large SUV. I nodded to this stranger as I walked to the vehicle. He slowly got out, the rear hatch opening as if by magic.

Dad appeared and called out, "Bob, this is my oldest son, Jeremy."

Bob reached out a large hand that I had to shake with my left, dad's bag in my right.

"When's he going to come to work with his old man?" Bob asked with a large grin.

"He wants to go to film school." Dad said dryly.

"Oh." Bob's grin faded and his hand retreated as if dad had told him I had leprosy or AIDS.

The three of us went to the back of the SUV and stowed the suitcases, dad laying the garment bag atop Bob's golf bag. He then hurried to his truck to get his clubs. Bob and I stood there. Dad returned and got his bag in next to his co-workers.

"Well, I'll see you Monday then sport. Take care of everyone. Especially your mother. She's not been happy about this trip."

"I've noticed." I didn't say anything about how well I'd take of mom!

He looked uncomfortably at me and started to reach out his hand for me to shake, then he sighed and grabbed me in a hug. I patted his back uneasily.

"Well let's go Bob. We may catch Charlie before we have to board." Dad walked around the other side of Bob's behemoth. They pulled out and I saw dad wave. I waved back with little energy.

I couldn't believe it. The reality was only beginning to hit me slowly. Mom and I and Aunt Jessica actually had the whole weekend to ourselves! I was what can only be described as giddy. My feet didn't feel like they were on the ground, as if I had little clouds beneath my shoes holding me aloft. I floated back into the house, or as it was now in my head, my den of uncounted sexual pleasures!

As I closed the door I found my mother attached to my lips. This was a much better welcome than fifteen minutes ago!

I embraced her tightly, feeling her breasts push into my chest. I tried to keep our loins apart as I didn't want to get an erection when my siblings would arrive momentarily. Mom must have sensed this, as she didn't try to grind against my crotch.

"We had another fight." Mom declared when we pulled apart.

"I could tell."

"He came home and told me flat out that he didn't need a ride because I had to watch the kids and that someone from work would take him to the airport. Just because I was upset about the trip doesn't mean I wouldn't have driven him. He's my husband. I'm his wife! Then he goes and makes his own plans! Like I don't matter!" She trembled in my arms.

"It's okay mom. It's okay." I held her against me and rubbed her back.

Ten minutes later the two tornadoes tore into the house.

"Daddy!" Both cried out simultaneously. They looked around the room with confusion on their faces. I was glad that they hadn't been there to witness our parent's fight, though I'm sure mom and dad would have tried to hide it better from the young ones.

"Daddy is already gone on his trip for work." Regardless of how she felt, she covered it well for the kids. "He was sorry he had to leave without saying goodbye to you both. I'm to give you a big hug from him." She scooped them both in her arms and squeezed tightly. I knew this was more for mom, but if it made her feel better, whatever.

"He said he'd bring us all back something special." Mom said when she'd released them.

"Like a crab?" Johnny asked.

"A mermaid." Jojo added.

Well, I might not turn down a mermaid!

"I'm sure whatever it is, it won't be alive." Mom said with a shake of her head and a wisp of a smile at her children's requests.

"A dead crab!" Johnny laughed. Even I had to grin at that response.

"More like sea shells Johnny." Mom said.

"Those are boring!" He stomped a foot.

"I like sea shells!" Jojo said gleefully.

Mom looked at me.

"Whatever daddy brings I'm sure it'll be nice and that each of you will love it. And even if you don't love it, you will tell him that you do because he thought of you to get you something." I said firmly. "Daddy has to work all weekend, so he might not have time to go to the ocean and catch crabs. Or mermaids. Besides I think those live in the Caribbean." I wouldn't destroy Jojo's childhood illusions; they were more precious than any mermaid.

"I want a mermaid too!" Johnny now proclaimed.

Mom looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled back with a nod. Mom looked at Johnny anew. Some of mom's illusions shattered then.

Mom had them do any homework they had (and me!), and then we had a quiet dinner without dad for the first time in a very long time. Even Johnny was unusually quiet through the meal. Maybe he was growing up. Mom broke the news to them after dinner about spending the weekend at Grandma Sharon's house. Mom might have been better to tell earlier as they both cheered at the news and went around the house seemingly telling every inanimate object that they were going to grandma's house. After more than thirty minutes, mom and I were finally able to get them to calm down enough that they could go to bed. Mom sat on the couch afterwards and I joined her. I felt very parental at that moment with the kids settled in bed while sitting beside my lover and mother.

"Are we really ready for this weekend Jeremy?" Mom asked quietly.

"Why do you ask? It's just going to be a lot of sex. And some eating. Sometimes together!"

"I'm serious Jeremy. This isn't like anything we've done before."

"Sure we have. That first time at Aunt Jess's with Margie, that day they went to the zoo. All the other things we've done"

"That first time is all that is similar and that was something special and completely different. That other day was only you and me, not Jessica too. This will be all three of us. Like that night we didn't watch the movie and went to my bed and you passed out on us. But that was only for an hour or two. This will be for two days!" She said emphatically.

"We aren't going to be having sex all the time mom. We have to rest sometime. Even me!"

"I've never had sex for an entire day Jeremy, not even when I first got married. We were broke and both working. We couldn't afford to have sex all day!"

"And now you can!"

"And I want to. I want you. Even if I have to share you with Jessica."

"I told you mom. You don't have to share me. Aunt Jess and I are grateful you do, but I could tell her no. Well maybe I could."

Mom gave me a weak smile and kissed the edge of my lips. "I told you I wouldn't do that to you. Or her. I have no right to keep you for myself. I shouldn't have you at all! But I've given up beating myself up about what we are doing, and now I just don't want to get caught doing it." I put my arm around her back and pulled her against my shoulder.

"I don't know what will happen with us. I don't even want to guess. I could never have guessed that I would be sitting here with you, holding you, being able to kiss you," and I did, a quick but tender kiss," and that we are about to have a sex-filled weekend together."

"I know honey. This all seems so unreal sometimes. Other times it seems all too real. I don't know what the future holds either, but I'm a little afraid to find out. I have so much more to lose now. You, the kids, even your father. We may be fighting now, but we'll get past it, we love each other too much to let this ... disagreement break up our marriage. Even this thing with you. No matter how I feel for you, I couldn't divorce your father because of it."

"And regardless of how I feel mom, I don't want you too either. Even if I get jealous seeing you with dad."

"You do?" She turned to look at me.

"Just because I'm your son doesn't mean I like seeing you with someone else. But parents are supposed to be together. When I heard you and dad last week, it was killing me to listen like that. To know what he was doing with you. Wishing it was me."

"Oh honey, I never guessed. I'm so sorry! But that's exactly what we are talking about. I want you both." She saw my surprised look. "No, not together. Although that would be ..."

"Mom!"

"You're about to have two sisters for an entire weekend! You are not allowed to complain about anything mister!" She poked a finger in my ribs. I guess she had a point. But it also brought up another question I had.

"What are we going to do mom? Am I going to be with you and Aunt Jess all the time, or are we going to switch off? I'm young, but I'm not a superman?"

"You're asking if it will be like the first time where everyone is together doing ... things. Or if you'll screw me, then Jess?"

"Yeah. It would help if I wasn't doing all the work."

"You're trying to ask nicely if Jess and I are going to do anything together aren't you?" She pulled out of my grasp and looked at me earnestly.