Again cognizant of the time, Helen quickly wiped as much ejaculate as she could with the sheets, kissed her son on the cheek, and ran towards the bathroom after putting on her robe.
As the sweat and fluids on his body cooled, Jason lay in bed staring at the ceiling fan. He wondered if he was dreaming as he concluded that he’d just made his mother scream and shake again and again on the very bed that she used to make for him when he was younger. When he finally heard the doorbell ring, the boy looked out the window to see his mother walk with Irene to her car.
He smiled as he saw his mother’s restless gait and the subtle way she rubbed her stomach. No matter how many times he or anyone cooled her passions from the outside, Helen Cleaver would never be satisfied while the fire deep inside her raged on.
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“Thanks for the lift, Elizabeth,” Helen turned to her friend after she exited the car.
“Anytime. You sure you’re ok? You seemed pretty out of it through dinner, and Irene told me you were the same way at lunch.”
“Yeah, I’m just tired. Sorry I wasn’t better company.”
“Relax, girl-you know I love hanging out with you.”
“You’re too kind… well, see ya later.”
“Yeah, see ya.” Elizabeth added, dropping her voice, “By the way… if uh… Jason wants to make any more money doing uh… yard work, tell him I’m… looking to hire.”
“Sure,” Helen responded coldly, now aware of why her best friend was so eager to shower her son with money for chores. She jealously began wondering if she had any friends that hadn’t betrayed her.
With the Volkswagen speeding away, Helen began walking to the door. The whole day had been a blur. Whether it had been Irene babbling away over mimosas, she and Elizabeth losing trick after trick in bridge, or mindless gossip over cocktails at Lulu’s Grill, her mind had been largely preoccupied by the monstrous, indefatigable teenage cock at home.
As she stepped inside her house, the ache within her, only intensified by the alcohol she had imbibed, flared desperately. When she saw Paul, she ran to embrace him, hoping he could give her the relief she needed.
“Oh, honey! I’ve missed you so much,” she griped, throwing her arms around him.
Paul gently stroked her hair, “Haha, hey honey, wow I’ve only been gone since this morning. Listen… I’m sorry about last night — I just got really embarrassed in front of my friends and acted like a jerk. I should have taken you home.”
Helen almost wept at the dramatic irony. “It’s ok, baby. I love you… I just… I just need you right now.”
When she quickly put her hands down his pants, he chuckled, “Woah… babe, what has gotten into you? Well, Jason IS out of the house… all right, let your man give you what you need.”
Paul bent down and tried to lift her in his arms, “Ugh… wow, uh yeah you were a lot lighter the last time I tried to do this. Phew… sorry honey… do you mind walking?”
Trying hard not to compare her husband’s muliebrity to the way Jason swept her away, Helen took his hand in hers and led him up the stairs.