The Man of the House Pt. 02

For a moment I look up from the screen and I realise how long I have been transfixed by the live video as my eyes have to adjust to the light. I am reminded that I am alone and the room door is shut. I consider the ramifications of my next action for a second, but my mind is already made up and I reach down and pull my heavy cock free from my trousers. With my cock in hand I turn my attention back to the screen and see my mother has placed the laptop on the floor and she is sitting legs spread on the towels in front of it. Her pussy looks so beautiful and inviting.

She reaches to the side and from under one of the towels brings out a bottle of baby oil. I try to stroke myself at a reserved pace, even though I see where this is headed. My mother takes the oil and holds in high above her then begins the squeeze. The oil cascades down to meet her and streams over her smooth skin. Within seconds one of her breasts is coated in the slick liquid so she directs the bottle across and the liquid flows down her cleavage and onto her stomach on the way. When both breasts are coated so much oil has been used to cover those large surfaces that the excess has spilt down and covered the rest of her torso, and more.

Her hands glide over her body as she rubs the fluid over herself. Wherever she touches the skin is left shiny and wet until eventually she is gleaming all over seductively. Again her hand slips under the towels and this time returns with her favourite dildo. I bought this sex toy for her during the early stages of our new relationship as she said that she missed me while I was away at work. It is 9.5 inches, anatomically correct, extra girthy, and drives her wild. I know when she has been using it throughout the day as I come home to an extra horny mother who wants the hot throbbing real thing.

The dildo, which she calls Junior, slips between her cleavage drawing up some of the lubricant. With her elbows she presses her large breasts together so that Junior disappears, before it pokes out of the top of her cleavage. As it emerges she acts surprised, as if to say "what is that doing there," and then starts to move the dildo up and down. Through my headset I can hear the first real bit of noise as the slick sounds of Junior fucking my mother's breasts. The dildo pops up at the top each time wetter and wetter and soon would be ready. My mother is putting on a show for me and letting out pleasurable noises to show her enjoyment at a big member being in between her breasts. I can see on her face her excitement grow as she teases me while also teasing herself by prolonging her wait. However, soon though she could wait no longer.

Junior leaves the smothering of her breasts and she holds the now wet dildo up to the camera and strokes it sublimely. Then she rocks back a little bit on her bottom and opens her legs wider. Junior goes down and brushes against her pussy lips. My mother lets out a low moan of anticipation. There is no more foreplay, no more teasing; the thick 9.5 inch dildo goes inside her just halfway down the tip. An "aaaahh," escapes her lips. Her eyes are closed as she begins to withdraw the dildo then push it deeper. Every time a little bit more enters her comfortably, but still she has not taken the whole tip. Deeper and deeper it goes "uuuhhh." Until finally, "OH!" my mother exclaims as her pussy takes the tip of Junior in. Without pulling it back she continues to take more of the dildo while she bites her lip and holds her breath. At about two thirds she lets out a heavy sigh and begins to withdraw it.

She opens her eyes and looks directly at the camera and directly into my eyes. She pushes it back in faster this time like I did to her this morning and starts to fuck herself. Her mouth opens in a gasp as she takes this big rubber cock inside of her. I am not trying to be controlled or careful about it now and I furious jerk my cock as I watch my mother get off.

Her eagerness to take Junior leads to her changing position. Without the dildo leaving her pussy she plants it down on the ground and starts to ride it. She massages her oily breasts as they bounce up and down while she bounces on Junior. Her pussy is taking more and more of those 9.5 inches and it is almost fully inside of her now.

Then all of a sudden a knock at the door interrupts our session and causes me to abruptly tear away from the screen. I frantically move forward in my chair to hide my erection under the desk, but I have no time to pull up my trousers or switch off the call. My boss, Ms Hamilton, walks in, "how's it going. Are you ok, you look red?" I freeze not knowing how to respond. "Oh!" she says knowingly and I get even redder until she whispers, "are you on a call?" I had forgotten I had my headset on.

"N-no" I manage to stutter before realising it would have been better to say the opposite.

"Wonderful, just need a quick chat then," she says sitting down at Jill's desk by the door. I feel a bead of sweat forming on my hairline as I try to focus on Ms Hamilton. In front of me I can see my mother riding a dildo and through the headset I hear her joyfully fucking herself.

My boss, Ms Hamilton, is a woman in her early thirties with a reputation of being an ice queen in the office. Though she is always kind to me some of my colleagues have not been so lucky and she has a cold stare and a sharp tongue. Nobody dares to call her by her first name, Victoria, as those who do end up facing her ire. My co-workers speculate that she uses this, along with her smart clothing, as a method of separating herself from the rest of us to establish her place in the company and enforce her management. She looks much younger than her age and it can't be easy to command and earn respect when you look like a twentysomething, like me. Not only that but she is quite beautiful, however, she does her best to downplay her looks with power clothing and styling her black hair in a tight bun to make herself look mature. You wouldn't notice her looks unless you look carefully. It is rare that I see her in anything other than black business wear, her pearl necklace, and high heels. Admittedly, I had thought about her in an 'inappropriate' way from time to time.

"What about Ms Hamilton?" I ask trying to engage with the conversation and not give away my dirty little secret.

She sighs and the look in her eyes makes me genuinely turn my attention to her, "the company are going a different direction and I am sorry, but they will not be extending your contract beyond the end of the month." I hear my mother climax as my heart sinks down to my stomach and my excitement disappears. "I know this is difficult to hear," she says. I stare lifelessly back at her attempting to half smile to tell her that I understand the decision and not to make her feel worse. "You have been a wonderful employee and I am happy to give you a glowing reference. I hope you realise this is not a reflection on you." I force my eyes to meet hers, but every time I do I can't stop myself looking down and away. She gets to come over and instinctively I half raise my hand to tell her to stop remembering that I still have my now flaccid cock out. I see something flash in her eyes for a moment until she hides whatever it was.

"I'm sorry Ms Hamilton, I just... I need some time to process this, thank you," I manage to say. I hope that my tone comes across as polite and hides my sorrow. She is looking past me as I reply, but faces me as I finish.

"Of course-"and after moment her eyes look past me again and she goes to leave. Looking back she adds "I'm... really sorry," and I think she truly means it, and then exits. I turn and gaze out the window at the company carpark. The day is overcast and it looks like rain is coming- how appropriate. After Ms Hamilton leaves the room I close the Skype call, despite my mother still sitting in front of the camera, now with a flushed and happy face. She texts me to ask where I have gone and I tell her that I am having a bad day and we will speak later. I barely manage any work for the rest of the day as I feel too sad. For the remainder of the work day I hear the clock ticking on the wall louder than before, as if it is taunting me. Now it is counting down to the end.

-- Part 3 --

My mother meets me at the door looking concerned, "what is wrong Honey?" She looks even more worried after my poorly attempted smile.

I spent the whole journey home contemplating what or how much to tell her as this news affected us both. With my contract finishing at the end of the month, and the month already half way through, I have two weeks to find something new, or I will be unemployed and our bills will quickly become a problem. I am the man of the house I told myself and I need to think that way and find a solution. However, I realised that if I couldn't provide the money what was I actually offering to the household? Perhaps I would no longer be the man of the house? Those thoughts didn't bare thinking about as they didn't help fix this and I pushed them to the back of my mind.

We move into the kitchen to talk and she slips her arm lovingly around my waist as we lean against the counter. I want to tell her everything, but I don't, instead I lie and feel horrible doing so even if it is with good intentions. "It was just one of those days where everything went wrong." She implores me to tell her more, to confide in her and let her help. Luckily, I have planned out what I will say and can follow the script avoiding the truth, "my deadlines have been moved up and it looks like I will be working late for the next two weeks" and I added, "I will have to spend more time working with Jill." My mother's face scrunches up a bit. She had not seen a picture of Jill until fairly recently and the thought of me spending time with another women irked her. Her territorial nature had been quelled with this recent image, but a little bit still remained.

"Well Honey sometimes that's what you have to do. Look at the big picture! They will really appreciate this and you're bound to get your contract extended." I smile politely back at her and nod while inside I cry. "Have a shower, I will have dinner waiting for you when you get down, and we can have a relaxing evening doing whatever you want." She always knows how to cheer me up and it soothes me feeling her support and love. Our relationship had changed in many ways, but at its heart is still love.

I do as she says and wash away the day with hot soapy water, eat a delicious home cooked meal, put on comfortable clothing and cuddle up next to my woman in the living room under a blanket. It's nice just spending time together and watching the TV with no reservations or need to do anything more. I feel at ease and the sadness of today start to dissipate. Eventually, we head upstairs and get into our broken bed together. The headboard has been removed and put to one side. We lie facing each other our faces close. She leans in and kisses me tenderly on the lips and I feel her love flow into me. The positivity and care shakes free the cloud over me and I feel as if I have been shocked back to life and everything will work out.

As the kiss continues I feel a sensation against my skin as her hand grasps my cock and gently begin to caress up and down. In response my arm travels over hers, my hand finds its way between her legs, and two fingers slip into her pussy. We both move softly and draw out the pleasure in drips instead of trying to release the flood. Her leg finds its way between mine and our bodies move close. I can feel her skin all over mine and her heat against me. The faint smell of her musk enters my nostrils and it is nice.

At the bottom of her stroke she stops holding me at the base then delicately pulls me towards her and rolls onto her back. I nestle in between her thighs and her legs close behind me. Still are lips have not parted, nor has our pace become frantic and wild. She guides me into her and locks her legs even tighter to keep me close. We begin make love and bask in the warm of each other's bodies and the moment. Her pussy hugs me and my cock fills her with love. Her fingers run through my hair and caress my back.

Finally, our lips break so that we can breathe and my mother lets out a sigh of pleasure. I look her in the eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too," and we kiss once more.

We are moving in perfect harmony with each other, as I enter her she presses up onto me. "Mmmmmm" she moans. In this moment we are mother and child, but also lovers. To many those terms are mutually exclusive, yet we have gone beyond what is common and entered into territory that is exciting and the rewards immense. True family love brings with it a different level of pleasure.

She trembles in my arms as she approaches the summit and I am there right by her side. The slow climb causes are bodies to writhe together in unison as if we are one. Then I hear her cry in my ear and I join her and finish with a crescendo. My seed spills forth for the second time today inside my mother's loins and she quivers and her orgasm combined with mine shocks down to her core.

Our sex finishes, but our bodies remain close and wrapped around one another with neither of us wanting to separate. In this moment I feel nothing but bliss and all of my troubles are far from my mind. Right now there is only this.

-- Epilogue --

The next day I return to work upbeat and ready to conquer the world and face this challenge head on. The time I told my mother I would be working late I will spent applying for jobs and writing applications. Yes it will mean that I will actually be late at the office, but it is something that needs to be done. It is something that the man of the house does for his family and for his woman.

On my computer I check my bank account and see that my overdraft is steadily growing. It has been increasing slowly over time and despite my efforts to cut costs my money is running out, and this is while I still have a job. The next few weeks will be important.