And then he met Troy…
It was about eleven thirty at night as I parked my car after another shift at the bar. Donnie’s cheap second hand model that I’d bought him for his eighteenth was already in the drive. I thought this might be bad news, as I knew he was out on a date tonight, a guy from the school across town who one of his female friends had introduced him to. That he was back this early suggested the date had not got well. I opened the door prepared to offer tea and sympathy to my darling son.
He was on the couch and he wasn’t alone. Beside him was a young black guy who I assumed was his date. It certainly didn’t look like they weren’t getting along as their mouths were clamped together as they played tongue tennis, their hands moving over each other like they were an out of control octopus. I gave a cough as I entered and the young man sprung from Donnie as if my son had turned electric. Donnie wasn’t put out at me walking in when he was making out, and there was no reason he should be, we’d both walked in on each other plenty of times before and in more intimate situations as well. He smiled in greeting, “Hi Mom, this is my date Troy.”
I looked at interest at Troy who far from my son’s usual dates. Normally as I said Donnie went for pasty faced and sensitive guys with long hair and thin slender bodies visible under smart pants and neatly ironed shirts. Troy was a muscular black six footer with his hair in cornrows and his biceps visible beneath the short sleeves of his T-shirt, pecs pushing at the tight material and beneath his jeans was a bulge. He looked the type of guy Moms warned their daughters about and secretly lusted after themselves. And certainly the first part was true, as I imagined Troy’s huge dick erect and sticking out at right angles. But I wasn’t the sort of Mom who wanted to put any crimps on my son’s love life, so I smiled, “Hello. I’m Donnie’s Mom.”
From the look of lust Troy gave me I could tell that he was a player. Not that I minded, or blamed him, I was wearing a low cut blouse and at thirty-six I still had a sexy figure and an ample bosom. He gave a low, dirty smile, “Hi Donnie’s Mom,” and put out his hand for me to shake.
I felt a frisson as I shook it, “Call me Alice, please…”
He grinned and Donnie snuggled closer to him as I asked, “How was your night?”
Troy grinned and I saw him put his hand on my son’s knee and squeeze it as Donnie answered, “It went really well.” He turned to Try and smiled, “Really, really well.”
“You look like you’ve hit it off,” I replied.
“Yeah, we have,” Donnie looked at me, “I was wondering if Troy could stay the night… it’s late to get home.”
It wasn’t that late, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell my son or his new boyfriend that; if Donnie wanted Troy to stay with him, so did I. I smiled, “Of course.”
“Thanks Mom,” Donnie stood up, “We’re just going to go upstairs to bed.”
I wondered if Donnie had been waiting for me to come in to tell me; I wouldn’t have minded anyway and he knew that, but it was considerate that he wanted me to know he had company. I smiled and gave him a smile, “Have a good night. I think it’s a starry.”