“Well, you shouldn’t get divorced, maybe. I’ll be back at school, you guys can reconnect, maybe… I don’t know…”
“Do you want that, Trav? You want us to reconnect? You want me to make him take some blue pills and start fucking me again?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say. This was all so stressful. It was so wonderful 15 minutes ago, and then the fricking real world reared its ugly head.
“I don’t know Mom. I don’t know.” I switched gears on her. “What I do know it, we should go for a nice brunch tomorrow. It might be too late to make reservations, but I’ll bet old Fritz would find a table for us!”
Mom beamed at the suggestion.
“And uh… what’s Jeanine doing tomorrow? Does she have kids or what? Maybe she could join us.”
Mom smiled and called her up.
( . Y . )
The alarm went off at 8:40, Sunday morning. Mother’s Day. But… WHY!? Why are we getting up so early?
“Your dad is calling me at nine. You know he’ll be on time. I want to be awake and ready.”
Well, shit, I’m awake and ready right now! Let’s go Mama!
She scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself in. Humphh. After all the good fucking I’ve given her, and she hides from me! Can’t blame her, I guess. She probably needs to get into the wife mindset.
I lay back on the bed, my hard-on just hanging out. We fucked two more times last night. Each time seems to be as good or better than before. When Mom cums, she just really enjoys it and she squeals and squeaks like a little girl at Christmas. then she kisses me so much… Well my hard-on isn’t going away thinking about her. Thinking about how she looked in the candlelight as she rode my cock like it was a bucking bronco and she was the ball-busting cowgirl! Her tits didn’t just jiggle, they seemed to move of their own accord and charged around like they owned the place.
Mom came out of the bathroom in her robe, an ugly one, but she had her some makeup on and had brushed her hair. I could still see some dried cum in it, but I didn’t tell her.
“Go on,” she ordered. “Scoot! I need to talk to your father. And do something about… that!” She pointed at my cock.
I just laid there and turned on the TV real low. One of the Diehard movies was on. Cool.
Mom, pissed, sat at the desk and did some more maintenance on her face. Plucking her eyebrows or some such shit, I don’t know.
At 8:59, the phone rang. The Captain is on the line!
They exchanged pleasantries, I turned the TV onto the Internet setting and pulled up my favorite porn site, and found the Lesbo Squirt Party. In less than a minute I was at full staff again. Mom was settling into the call in the swivel chair.
“Yes, he’s here,” she was saying to Dad. She swirled around, only to find me stroking my cock and hardcore lesbos on the screen. Quickly, she turned back the other way so she couldn’t see.
“Yeah, he’s fine, he’s been a bit of a pill, though, lately… I think he broke up with that stupid girl he had… yeah that one… yeah she was an idiot, but she was just about his speed…”
I thought it was time I got involved in the call. Mom was holding the phone to her right ear. It’s a corded handset because Dad didn’t like cell phones. So I stood up and stuck my hard cock into Mom’s left ear.