kaidman
07-15-2012, 07:58 AM
this story is by remnick13 and its subject matter really got me burning with rage and passion as well as a sense of betrayal by the mother it was supposed to be a 3 parter but the author seems to have stopped after the second one if anyone feels they can finish it then I beg of you to try because this story haunts me with a desire for closure and if the author ever finds the will to finish this I will post it and we can compare it with anyone who decides to conclude this tale thank you
Stephen Ellis has recently celebrated both his eighteenth birthday and high school graduation, but not much else is changing in his life. He will be attending community college in the fall and has no immediate plans to move out of his mother's house nor quit his comfortable job at a local convenience store.
Also the same as ever unfortunately is daily torment from Craig Hooper. Craig is not so much a bully, but rather a terror. He is nineteen and was left back in his junior year, putting him in the same class as Stephen. Stephen suspects that Craig was left back yet again since he was missing from the graduation ceremony.
Stephen is walking home after closing the store at around 1AM. He lives only a few blocks from the store and it is a pretty safe neighborhood, so he never worries about the late nights. None of the local delinquents tend to mess with him because his mother just so happens to be a deputy for the sheriffs department. The only person not impressed by this is Craig, who is smoking at a bus stop when he sees Stephen leave the store. Craig flicks his cigarette away and races across the street to confront him.
"Hey, little buddy!" Craig hollers.
"Um...yeah...hi," a nervous Stephen stammers.
"Look at you with your fancy diploma and cushy job. I bet you think you're better than me now?" The menacing Craig stares down Stephen.
"I'm just trying to go home. I don't want any trouble." Stephen tries to sidestep Craig.
"I can't go in that store anymore because you ratted me out when I stole that magazine," gripes Craig.
"Please, that was like two years ago. Get over it," pleads Stephen.
Craig grimaces and puts poor defenseless Stephen in a headlock.
"I'd knock your damn teeth out, but I actually owe you one you little bitch. Because you snitched, I got to meet your hot mom. I'd heard kids at school talk about Deputy Milf before, but that was the first time I'd laid eyes on her myself. I jerked off to her five times that night," boasts Craig.
"Let me go!" shouts Stephen as he tries to squirm free.
"Maybe your mommy will save you?" Craig mocks.
Though Stephen has no chance of escape, Craig surprisingly releases him.
"Get the fuck out of my sight you little bitch, but say hello to your mom for me!" Craig returns to the bus stop and a humiliated Stephen scurries home.
***
As usual, Stephen is going to pretend the incident never happened, but it is hard to hide things from an officer of the law. Elizabeth Ellis, a thirty nine year old deputy with a slender body and long blond hair comes downstairs for breakfast at around 9AM. She wears a pink night shirt that comes down past her waist and no further, showing off her long desirable legs. At the right angle, one could even sneak a peek at her white cotton panties embroidered with little red hearts. Elizabeth has been divorced from Stephen's father for seven years now. Stephen's father pays alimony, but does not visit much. He lives in a different city, leaving Elizabeth and Stephen to look out for each other. They have truly bonded in past few years and are the very best of friends. Elizabeth makes herself coffee while Stephen has cereal at the kitchen table. This is when Elizabeth's detective skills come in handy.
"Why is the back of your neck all red?" she queries.
"Must have slept funny I guess," he answers. Trying to play it cool.
"I don't think so. Looks like you've been doing some roughhousing. What happened last night?" She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms.
"Nothing," he responds unconvincingly.
"Stephen, I'm your mother. Tell me the truth." She waits patiently for an explanation. It is emasculating for him to be questioned by a woman in her underwear.
"It was Craig," he sighs.
"That bastard! I've warned him! I'm hauling his ass in today!" she shouts.
"No, please don't. You'll only make things worse," he begs of her.
She takes moment to calm and compose herself.
"Well, I know what the sheriff will say. It's just boys being boys. I'm sick of this bullshit. I should take the law into my own hands," she laments.
"It's alright, mom. I'm used to this." He vainly attempts to comfort her.
"That's the problem. You shouldn't have to be accustomed to being bullied at your age. I know how you feel, but I'm going to speak with Craig today no matter what," she replies with great frustration.
"Mom..." he wines.
But she leaves the kitchen and heads back upstairs before he can make his case.
Ten minutes later, she comes back down in her uniform. Her hair is now in a ponytail and her slacks proudly display her nice round backside. Stephen watches as she puts on a pair of mirrored glasses before exiting the house. Stephen understands why the neighborhood punks bestowed her with the moniker of "Deputy Milf," though his primary concern is now her impending showdown with Craig.
It is Stephen's day off, so he spends most of it playing video games and watching TV in his bedroom. He hears the powerful engine of his mother's police issue SUV pull up to the house around 3PM. He peers out his window and sees his mother escorting Craig towards the front door.
"What the hell?" he thinks to himself.
"Hun, could come down here for a minute?" he hears his mother call.
Stephen goes down to the living room and finds his mother and Craig waiting. She has a stern no nonsense expression on her face and Craig looks to be intimidated for the first time ever.
"Mr. Hooper, do you have something that you would like to say?" she inquires as if this was an official police interrogation.
"Yeah...Stephen, I'd like to apologize for my actions last night. Been upset with school troubles and being without a job. Money is tight in my house. My mom is out of work and my dad is never around. I suppose I'm a little jealous of you and I lost my temper. It's no excuse, but I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends," Craig stutters.
"No problem. Don't worry. Water under the bridge." Stephen is floored.
"I knew you boys could get along. Best of all, Craig wants to show is appreciation by helping with some chores around the house," she exclaims. "First, he'll move those old boxes in the basement that were too heavy for you." Elizabeth beams.
"No, they weren't too heavy. I was just tired from work and school. I was going to move them later today," Stephen defensively claims.
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it," says Elizabeth. "Craig will be happy to take care of it for you."
"Absolutely," agrees Craig.
"I'm going to change out of my uniform. Don't want to work up a sweat. Craig, I'll meet you in the basement in five minutes." Elizabeth heads to the stairs.
"Sure thing, Lizzy," Craig says a little too casually.
"Excuse me, but that's Ms. Ellis to you... or Deputy Ellis if you'd prefer." Elizabeth jogs up the stairs and Craig not so subtly gawks at her backside.
"What are you looking at?" asks Stephen.
"God, I can't wait to fuck that ass." Craig bites his lip.
Stephen is dumfounded by Craig's brazenness.
"Relax, I'm just kidding around. We're buddies now. Friends joke about each others moms all the time. Don't take it too seriously." Craig is slick enough to play it off as a joke.
Stephen spends the next few hours on his laptop, chatting with various friends online. He omits that his mother is down in the basement with Craig Hooper of all people. He hears the two of them talking in the kitchen now, so he breaks from the internet and heads down to investigate. He decides to stay in the living room and pretends to flip through a magazine. He sees Craig at the kitchen table as his mother brings him a glass of lemonade. She is wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Goodness, you are so strong. You must work out quite a bit?" she asks.
"Yeah, I'm at the gym all the time. The only real escape from my house," he responds glumly.
"I hope things work out for you," she says comfortingly.
"Thank you, Ms. Ellis. I'm so sorry if I've caused your wonderful family any trouble." Craig proceeds to down the entire glass of lemonade.
"If my son forgives you, then so do I," she assures him.
"I'd still like to drop by tomorrow and wash your car if you want. It would be my pleasure. I still feel I owe you guys," he kindly offers.
"Thank you. That would be very much appreciated," she answers happily. "Stephen always has an excuse to not wash the car."
Stephen does not like the sound of that. He will be working all day tomorrow, but his mom has the morning off. She and Craig might be alone together depending on whether he is going to wash her police ranger or the old family station wagon.
"I should go now. Don't want to overstay my welcome," Craig teases.
Craig stands and Elizabeth gives him a hug. This is not so out of the ordinary as she always hugs Stephen's friends, but Craig also receives a peck on the cheek for some reason.
"Maybe it was out of pity?" Stephen hopes.
Stephen tries to race back upstairs before Craig catches him, but Craig sees him and smugly winks at him as he exits the house.
***
Stephen mans the convenience store register at around 12PM the next day. This was his favorite time of day. The morning rush was over and there were few costumers to hassle him. He receives a call on his cell phone at this time from his best friend and neighbor from across the street, Casey Fowler.
"What's up?" Stephen lamely shouts into the phone.
"Dude, do you know what went down this morning?" asks Casey.
"No, what's going on?" Stephen hesitantly responds.
"Craig Hooper was washing your station wagon a couple hours ago. Your mom came out to help him. She wore cut off denim shorts and a green bikini top," Casey explains in excruciating detail.
Stephen knew the sexy ensemble that Casey was describing very well.
"They were pretty playful with each other. Spraying each other with the hose and stuff like that. Like they were flirting," Casey continued to say.
"No, they were not flirting. My mom feels bad for him because he's a white trash loser from a broken home and he's just trying to buddy up to her, so he doesn't get arrested by her. He's always in trouble. He's looking for sympathy." Stephen is really ticked off now.
"Okay, don't shoot the messenger." Casey eases off.
Stephen goes on to have a rough day. He keeps screwing up when making change for costumers because he cannot stop thinking of his mom in a bikini being hosed off by his bully.
***
Again, Stephen closes at around 1AM. He gets home and finds his mother is still on her shift. He tries not to think about what a dangerous job she has, but one cannot help worrying sometimes. He hears his mother get in just after 2AM and immediately she hops in the shower. This is bad timing because he is suffering from allergies and is not breathing comfortably. He will never get to sleep like this, but his allergy medicine is in the bathroom. His mother takes the longest showers. She is methodical when it comes to washing her hair.
He goes into the hallway and hears the shower running full blast. He figures he can sneak in and out. He turns the doorknob slowly and opens the bathroom door while trying to remain as quiet as possible. The bathroom is pretty steamy, but he can see his medicine by the sink.
Suddenly, he hears soft moans over the running water. He cannot help but peek around the door. His mother his visible in the shower, behind the sliding glass door. She is facing the wall with one hand on the tile and the other between her legs. She is slightly bent over, giving her son a great view of her privates from behind as she pleasures herself.
"Oh my god...She's masturbating...Who is she thinking about?...I pray it's not Craig," are some of the many thoughts that race through his mind.
She sighs blissfully as she brings herself to climax. It is a beautiful sight to her son to behold. He closes the door gently to avoid detection and tiptoes back to his room. He forgets his medicine, but is instead focusing on his throbbing erection. He contemplates masturbating as well to mental images of his mother in the shower, but he restrains himself and tries to get some sleep.
Stephen would eventually learn that his mother had taken Craig job hunting that day after they washed the station wagon. Her department had some special program to find employment for juvenile delinquents to keep them out of trouble. Of course, Craig was nineteen and no juvenile, so she called in some favors to make a special exception for him. She chauffer him around town in her police ranger. This all but confirmed for Stephen that Craig was the inspiration for his mother's escapades in the shower.
***
Two days later, both Stephen and his mother have the evening off, which is something rare. She cooks them a nice meal and they watch TV together in the living room afterwards. Stephen goes up to his room to check his email at around 8PM while his mother stays downstairs to tidy up. The doorbell rings and she wipes her hands off before answering. She opens the front door and is pleased to find Craig with his hands behind his back.
"Hi... Sorry, but the carwash is closed," she kids as she welcomes him inside and she wonders what he is hiding. "What do I owe the honor?"
"Well, I wanted to drop by and give you something. It's not much, but I wanted to show my gratitude to you for helping me straighten myself out. Your kindness the past few days has meant the world to me," he says bashfully.
He hands her a silver picture frame with a bow on it.
"It's all I could afford," he explains.
"You shouldn't have done that," she gushes. "I don't need a present. Return it and get your money back."
"No, it would mean a lot to me if you kept it," he claims.
"Okay, but this is the only gift I'll accept from you. Don't you think you can spoil me." She pulls him in for a hug and gives him another kiss on the cheek. "Are you hungry? I can warm you up some leftovers?"
"That would be so great. I'm starving," he answers enthusiastically.
"Okay, it will only take a few minutes." She leads him to the kitchen.
"Can I go and say hi to Stephen first?" he asks.
"Sure, he's up in his room. Second door on the left," she says.
Craig swaggers up the stairs with purpose. Soon there is an ominous knock at the door to Stephen's room. He answers and Craig forces his way inside.
"Craig? What are you doing here?" Stephen asks warily.
Craig grabs Stephen by his hair and pins him against the closet door.
"Tonight's the night, little bitch. Your mother's gonna be my whore," declares Craig.
"No...," whimpers Stephen.
"Don't worry cause I'm not gonna fuck her yet. I actually like her, so I'll be romantic and let her suck my cock." Craig lets Stephen go and smacks him in the face, but not hard enough to leave a mark.
Craig hurries down the stairs and feigns distress. Elizabeth sees this and gets hooked by the facade.
"What's the matter?" she asks with genuine concern.
"Ms. Ellis, I think I should go. Stephen says he hates me and he doesn't want me around him or you. Told me to back to the gutter where I belong," he sulks.
Craig quickly departs the house and she marches to the staircase.
"Get out here young man!" she screams.
"Huh?" Stephen appears at the top of the stairs. He seems confused as to why he is the one it trouble and his face is still a little sore from the slap.
"I never thought you could be so cruel! Craig wants to reform his ways! I've never been so disappointed in you! Stay in your room for the rest of the night unless you need the bathroom or your allergy medicine!" she shouts before walking off in a huff.
"But I didn't do anything!" he pleads.
***
Stephen obeys his mother and stays up in his room playing video games until just past midnight, when the doorbell rings once again. A visitor this late cannot be a good thing.
"What fresh hell is this?" he wonders.
Elizabeth is reading a book in the living room. She also wears ear plugs because a storm has begun and the sound of rain battering the house was distracting. She still hears the doorbell and gets up to answer. She opens the door and again finds Craig. He stands alone in the pouring rain and looks to have been weeping.
"Craig? What's wrong? What are you doing here so late?" She pulls him inside and he drips everywhere. "You're soaking wet you poor thing."
"My mom kicked me out," he alleges.
"Why?" she questions.
"I caught her going through my wallet. She wanted money for cigarettes. I told I didn't have any money because I bought you the picture frame. She called me a rotten son and kicked me out. I didn't want to intrude on you, but I have nowhere else to go." He is really good at laying on the melodrama.
"You can spend the night here," she promises.
"In the basement?" He starts to move towards the basement door.
"No, our basement is far too drafty at night. Especially with this weather. You can sleep here on the couch. It's very comfy." She fluffs up a pillow for him.
"Thank you, Ms. Ellis," he coos.
"We'll have to get you out of those wet clothes. You can borrow some stuff from Stephen. He won't mind." Elizabeth seems to have excited herself by suggesting Craig disrobe.
Craig coughs and sniffles, bringing her back to reality.
"Maybe you've caught a cold? We have some soothing vapor rub. I put some on Stephen's chest when he isn't feeling well. Which is just about all the time," she joshes at her son's expense.
"My mom never did anything like that for me," he laments.
"Tonight, you get to have a loving mother," she vows to him.
Ten minutes later, Stephen comes downstairs and looks pretty anxious. He carries a t-shirt and sweatpants for Craig to wear. The couch has been made up with sheets and pillows. Craig sits in nothing but his grey boxer shorts.
"Here." Stephen tosses Craig the clothes.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. These sleeping arrangements are only temporary. After tonight, I intend to sleep in your mommy's bed... Then again, we won't be getting much sleep," brags Craig.
"Asshole," Stephen mutters under his breath before retreating upstairs.
Stephen passes his mother's room and sees the door is open a crack. He is still deeply affected by the night he saw her masturbating in the shower. He glances into her room and spies her in front of her vanity mirror in nothing but sexy black lace panties. She looks to be admiring the reflection of her own breasts. She then slips on a short light blue nightgown that makes her looks very elegant. This is far more formal than how she usually dresses for bed. Stephen continues to his room as he is becoming overwhelmed.
Elizabeth goes down to the living room a few minutes later. She has covered herself with a white robe and she carries a jar of the soothing vapor rub. Craig lounges on the couch in Stephen's clothes. His own clothes are folded up on a chair. She sees that his grey boxers are on the chair too, so she knows that there is not much material between her and his member.
"How are you feeling?" She pulls up a chair and sits next to him.
"A little worn out," he shrugs.
"You poor baby. Take that shirt off and relax. I'll take care of you." She opens the jar and puts some vapor rub on her hands.
Craig sits up and peels off his t-shirt to expose his rippling muscles. Elizabeth is flustered by this and forgets what she is doing momentarily. He grins and she naps out of her daze. Elizabeth rubs her hands together as he leans back. She takes a deep breath and begins gently caressing his torso.
"Wow, I feel better already," he says joyfully.
"You're big and strong. You'll bounce back quick enough," she affectionately responds.
"You're too kind to me, Ms. Ellis. If only I had a mother like you." He stares up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Please, call me Elizabeth and I'm sure you can at least thank your mother for your good looks. I bet all the girls in town are crazy for you," she jests.
"They are, but I'm only attracted to mature women," he says with total sincerity.
Her fingers run across his chiseled abdomen.
"No girlfriend?" she asks.
"There's a special place in my heart for one woman, but I'm not good enough for her." He reaches towards her and feels the material of her robe. "Silk?"
"Yes, same as my nightgown." She takes her robe off to reveal her short nightgown and give him a great view of her toned thighs. "Getting hot in here." She takes his hand and whispers "Never say that you're not good enough. Under your rugged machismo, I can tell that you have a good soul. You're sweet and funny. Not to mention so very handsome. I'd be proud to call you my son. Goodnight"
She leans in and kisses him on his forehead and he takes the opportunity to start kissing her neck. She tries to fight her arousal to no avail.
"No...please...stop...we mustn't..."she purrs euphorically.
Craig is not deterred. He pulls her gown up and starts massaging her wet vagina through her lace panties.
"Baby...that feels so good...but we have to stop," she pleads.
The straps of her nightgown slip off her shoulders, allowing him to cup one of her perky breasts. He massages it, getting her nipple nice and hard, then he laps his tongue over her nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling. Meanwhile, his fingers are starting to explore beneath her panties.
"Oh my god...what are you doing to me you bad boy?" Her hand slides into his sweatpants and grips his meaty ten inch member. "I've never held a cock that was so thick and long. My loser husband wasn't half this size," she wildly proclaims. "Let mommy take care of you."
They french kiss passionately while she strokes his massive erection.
Meanwhile, Stephen steps out of his bedroom and looks pretty panicked because he hears soft moans from the living room. He creeps down the stairs as cautiously as he can. To his horror, he discovers his bully on his back with his mother kneeling beside the couch. Her nightgown is completely off now and has been tossed onto the floor.
She licks precum off the tip of his dick, then laps her tongue up and down his shaft. She takes seven inches in her mouth and begins administering an epic blowjob just as Craig had predicted. Her head bobs as she gags on his sizeable member.
"Yeah...suck it...suck it like a loving mother should!" grunts Craig as he pulls her panties down and slips two fingers into her sopping wet vagina. "Your pussy is so wet. Been dreaming of a big thick cock like this all your life?"
Elizabeth concurs pleasurably by sliding her mouth down even further his long shaft. Craig sees Stephen on the stairs and arrogantly flips him the middle finger with his left hand while his right hand continues to invade Elizabeth's vagina. Elizabeth is too engulfed in ecstasy to realize that her son is watching. A heartbroken Stephen goes back upstairs and does not see Craig ejaculate into his mother's mouth.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Craig bellows, so Stephen can hear him upstairs.
"Mmm..." She swallows it all and savors the flavor. "Thank you for letting mommy suck your giant cock. How's my baby feeling now?"
"I want to hear you nice and loud," Craig relishes as he lifts her closer, spreads her legs, and resumes fingering her to complete his conquest.
"Yes...make me cum...bad boy...make me cum..." she begs of him. "Yes...baby...you're so strong...I'm cumming," She then lets out a shriek as she orgasms and collapses on top of him.
Up in his room, Stephen can restrain himself no longer and begins jacking himself off. He hates himself for wishing that he stuck around to watch his mother orgasm. He also knew that he would probably have more opportunities to play voyeur to his mother and bully for better or worse.
part 2
Elizabeth Ellis - Mom, blond, slender, 39 years old.
Stephen Ellis - Son, shy, gawky, 18 years old.
Craig Hooper - Bully, rugged, brawny, 19 years old.
Casey Fowler - Stephen's friend and neighbor, 18 years old.
Brianna Gomez - Craig's ex-girlfriend, busty Latina, 19 years old (new character).
***
Elizabeth sits both Stephen and Craig down at the breakfast table for a talk the very next morning. Unlike Craig, she is unaware that Stephen witnessed the sexual encounter. Craig does his best to hide his shit eating grin.
"How did you sleep?" she asks Craig.
"Very well," Craig replies. "Thank you."
"Stephen, I was thinking that Craig should stay with us for a while since his home life is so rough. At least until he finds a permanent job. We can set up a living space for him down in the basement," she says.
"Mom, you know I've never gotten along with Craig. I don't think him living here is such a good idea. If my feelings count for anything, then I'll have to say no," says Stephen.
"Son, I thought I raised you to be more charitable than this," she pleads.
"Why'd you even ask if my opinion didn't matter?" asks Stephen.
"Don't you forget that this is my home," she reminds her son.
Stephen stands and shoots Craig a filthy look as he leaves the kitchen.
"It will only be for a few days!" she hollers to her son.
They hear Stephen run upstairs, so they know the coast is clear.
"Listen, we have to be discreet around my son," she insists.
"Of course, Elizabeth. I wouldn't want to upset him," says Craig.
"You're such a delicious young man," she says flirtingly.
Elizabeth and Craig hold hands and play footsie under the table.
Stephen makes himself scarce for the rest of the day. He leaves organizing the basement to his mother and Craig. He does not want to talk with anyone, so he turns off his cell phone and stays off the internet. Basically, he escapes into the world of video games.
Down in the basement, Elizabeth and Craig prepare the fold out bed. It has been down there for many years and is pretty musty. Nevertheless, Craig is more than comfortable when Elizabeth pushes him down and pulls his pants down.
"When I was your age, bad boys like you always made me so hot, but my parents forbade me from dating any of them," she says as she gets on her knees and stokes his cock to attention.
"Too bad you married a chump," he says.
"He was a chump," she says, mesmerized by his erection.
"Ever want to fuck someone you arrested?" he asked.
"Just you, but not here. Come to my room tonight," she says.
"Not going to leave your boy hanging?" he asks.
"No..." This time her lips reach the base of his cock, deep throating his ten inches.
***
Around 2AM that night, Craig sneaks into Stephen's bedroom as he sleeps soundly.
"Wake up, jackass." Craig rudely shakes Stephen awake.
"What the fuck do you want?" a groggy Stephen asks.
"Your mom told me to come up to her room after you fell asleep," says Craig.
"Then why'd you wake me up?" asks Stephen.
"Because you really have to get into the spirit of this," says Craig. "Now, I would never expect to replace your father, but I will be respected young man." Craig amuses himself.
"Fuck you," grumbles Stephen.
"No, I'm gonna fuck your mom. I'll leave the door open a crack if you want to see her pleasured in a way your father never could." Craig struts out of Stephen's room.
Of course, Stephen cannot resist no matter how much he loathes Craig. He waits a few minutes, then creeps out in the hallway and tiptoes to his mother's room. The door was left open a crack and a small reading lamp on his mother's nightstand is all that illuminates the happy couple.
Elizabeth is on her back with Craig's face buried in her crotch, eating her pussy. Her tone legs are wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders. She caresses her tits and his firm hands grip her abdomen.
"That's so nice... You make me feel so good..." she whispers. She grabs him by his hair and grinds her pussy into his face. "You like eating mommy's pussy don't you?"
"Baby, you can finally put that thick cock of yours inside me..." she demands.
Craig takes her by her ankles, bends her legs back, and penetrates her with his cock for the first time. She shutters as she has never felt a sensation like this. He pounds her and she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out, though the creaking bed might have woken Stephen up anyway.
Craig stays in Elizabeth's bedroom for the next hour. Stephen's legs keep cramping up, so he takes breaks from watching. He returns ten minutes later to see Craig pull out, straddle Elizabeth, and cum on her tits. She runs her fingers through the cum, then licks them clean. She really seems to enjoy how he tastes.
Stephen returns one last time a half hour later. His mom is riding Craig now. His hands are on her hips, guiding her as she thrusts back and forth. She has to cover her mouth with both her hands to silence her cries of passion. Just as he is about to cum again, she climbs off and strokes him until he cums on her face and in her mouth.
Stephen goes back to bed and tries calculating how many orgasms she must have had in the hour. He is not as turned as he was last night. His feeling towards his mother are turning a little bitter. What he finds most peculiar is that they seem to be roll playing as mother and son.
***
Stephen thankfully has work the next day and it is quite busy with many costumers to serve. Around 4PM, Casey stops by the convenience store. He grabs an energy drink, though he never works out, and loiters by the register.
"Dude, what the hell? Is Craig living in your house?" asks Casey.
"Yep," Stephen sadly admits.
"Why in holy hell is your mom allowing this?" Casey continues to pry.
"She thinks he can straighten himself out," says Stephen.
"He's a piece of shit and always will be," states Casey.
"I know," agrees Stephen.
"At least the next time he steals a car, she'll know where to find him," Casey jokes.
"Good point," says Stephen.
"Hope they don't fall in love," Casey continues to tease.
"What!?" Stephen freaks out a little too much.
"Relax, I'm just kidding around." Casey realizes by Stephen's demeanor that he is on to something. "Wait, they're not actually sleeping together?" he asks discreetly.
"No," Stephen responds unconvincingly.
"Oh my god! You're mom is sleeping with Craig Hooper! She must be the dumbest cop alive!" Casey yells loud enough for the milk maids and teens playing arcade games to hear.
"Keep your damn voice down," Stephen threatens.
"I don't mean to laugh, but that is messed up," Casey snickers. "Forgive me, but if it was my mom banging that jerk, you'd be laughing your ass off right now."
"I don't think he'd be interested in your mom. There's a reason we all use to call her bigfoot back in junior high," Stephen says defensively.
"Joke, but I've never been happier that you got the hottest mom in town," says Casey.
The aforementioned hottest mom in town enters the store. Elizabeth is in her uniform. She wears her mirrored glasses and her hair is in a ponytail. She is a woman in charge. Casey suddenly becomes very bashful.
"Hi, Mrs. Ellis... Deputy Ellis," Casey corrects himself.
"Hi, Casey. You can call me Mrs. Ellis," she assures him.
"That's $2.99." Stephen is indicating the energy drink, trying to get rid of Casey
"Sure." Casey stops gawking, pays and exits, waving goodbye to Elizabeth.
"What a silly boy he is," she says.
"Maybe he should move in with us. He can have my room," Stephen says sarcastically.
"Don't be a wise guy. Especially with my birthday coming up," she says.
"Sorry, so where are we celebrating this year?" he asks.
"That new Greek restaurant. I made reservations for three," she says.
"What? You have to be kidding? Craig is coming with us on your birthday? Why don't you just adopt the fucking asshole!?" Stephen does not care who in the store hears him.
"Watch your language, young man," she scolds.
"Don't call me young man. I'm not a little kid anymore," he proclaims.
"Fine, but it's still my birthday and I'll invite whomever I want. Now, will you be accompanying us or are you going to be a stick in the mud?" she asks.
"I'll think about it," he says.
"Okay... I don't want to feel like I've wasted your time, so I'll buy something." She takes a pack of gum from the impulse item rack.
"50 Cents," he says.
She leaves two quarters on the counter and exits the store. Despite himself, he stares at her round ass as she walks to her police ranger in the parking lot. What a topsy-turvy life he now leads.
***
Stephen eventually relents and the three of them make their dinner reservation for 9PM that Saturday. It does not get more awkward than this. At least not for Stephen.
Elizabeth wears a white blouse and matching skirt. She also wears a scarf that was Stephens's birthday present and a pair of earrings that were Craig's present. Now they are perusing the menu. It is round table, Stephen and his mother sits across from one another while has Craig scooted his chair closer to her.
"Everything looks so good," she says, referring to the menu.
"Where'd you get the money for those earrings?" Stephen asks Craig.
"He got a job carrying crates at the farmer's market," she answers on Craig's behalf.
"Last time Craig had disposable income was when he sold weed at school," says Stephen.
"Are you trying to cause trouble, Stephen?" she asks.
"Nope," says Stephen defiantly.
Craig starts massaging her thigh under the table with his right hand.
"You look lovely this evening, Lizzy" Craig says.
"Um...thank you," a flustered Elizabeth stammers.
Elizabeth opens her legs and uses the table cloth to conceal Craig's busy hand.
"Isn't there something you wanted to tell Stephen tonight?" Craig asks Elizabeth.
Craig grazes her vagina through her white lace panties.
"Um...well..." is all she can muster.
"What? That you two are sleeping together?" Stephen throws his napkin down.
A waiter walks by and an embarrassed Elizabeth pushes Craig's hand away.
"How did you find out?" she asks her son.
"You're a cop. Figure it out," Stephen says harshly.
"I'm sorry that we haven't been honest with you, but we can't apologize for our feelings," she says. "Craig and I have developed a strong emotional connection in the past days."
"Bullshit!" Stephen gets up and storms out of the restaurant.
Elizabeth wipes a single tear from her face.
"Well, we knew he'd be angry at first, but he'll come around," Craig assures her as he brushes her hair away from her face and slips his hand back between her legs.
"At least we have nothing to hide anymore." She leans in lays a soft kiss on his lips.
A half hour later, Elizabeth and Craig enter the house and start tearing each other's clothes off. They do not bother to check if Stephen is home. Underneath her blouse, Elizabeth wears no bra. They go into the living room and she sits on the arm of the couch. He lifts up her skirt and pulls down her panties while she unbuckles his belt. Her scarf remains tied around her neck. He drops to his knees and she drapes her right leg over his shoulder.
"Yes...eat mommy's pussy!" she calls out is ecstasy, digging her fingernails into the upholstery. "Make mommy cum on her birthday you fucking stud!"
Craig goes to town of her pussy, being very skilled with his tongue.
"I can't take this anymore! Fuck me! Craig! Fuck me!" She pulls him up and turns herself around while he drops his boxers. Her skirt is still pulled up over her waist as he starts to fuck her from behind.
"You like that birthday girl!?" he asks.
"Yes...oh god...yes!" she answers.
"I want to cum inside you this time!" he shouts as he continues to pound her.
"Yes! Cum inside me, naughty boy!" she gives her blessing.
He bends her over the arm and she hangs onto the cushions as her body is ravished.
"I'm cumming, naughty boy, I'm cumming!" she moans.
"Yeah! Me too! I'm fucking cumming!" They climax simultaneously. He then releases her and she tries to walk to the kitchen, but she is a bit dizzy and staggers as if she was drunk. He literally fucked her silly and is proud of it.
***
Stephen spends the night at Casey's house where the resident mother is not hot at all. He goes to work early the next morning in the same sweater as the night before because he never even went home to change.
Around 2PM, Brianna Gomez, a busty latina and ex-girlfriend of Craig, who wears a tight top and a mini skirt stops by the store for a pack of cigarettes. She recognizes Stephen as she pays.
"We went to high school together?" she asks.
"Yeah," he says.
"Your name's Stephen? Your mom is the cop?" she continues.
"Yeah, nice to see you Brianna." He hands her her change and appears grumpy.
"Why you so moody?" she asks.
"Your ex is now our tenant," he admits.
"Craig? Craig Hooper?" She is shocked to hear this.
"How could you date a scumbag like that?" he asks.
"That's none of your business," she says defensively.
"Sorry," he says.
"He pays rent?" she asks.
"Not in the traditional sense," he says coyly.
"You look like you need to unwind. I'd say you should come smoke a joint with me after you get off work, but you'd probably tell your mommy on me," she teases.
"Not a chance in hell," he proclaims.
"Have you ever gotten high before?" she asks.
"Yeah, once with my friend Casey," he brags.
"Then we should hang out and trade stories about how much we hate Craig," she says.
"You never wanted to hang out when we were in high school," he says.
"I was stupid in high school," she confesses.
Stephen does not have to close today, so leaves the store around 10PM. Brianna's car is parked in the lot. They sit in the backseat and she rolls them a joint to share. She dated Craig when he sold weed in high school. She even got hauled in by Elizabeth when she was a sophomore.
Stephen jacked off many times to Brianna, but he never dreamed that he would actually be in the backseat of a car with her, though nothing of a sexual nature was transpiring.
***
Stephen and Brianna enter his house just after midnight, still high and snickering.
"Want some potato chips or something?" he asks.
"I gotta rest my head for minute. Where's your room?" she asks.
"Upstairs," he says, slightly flustered.
"Craig?" she asks.
"I hope he's down in the basement where he belongs," he says.
He leads her upstairs, then his mother exits her room in her night shirt and catches them.
"Stephen? What's going on? Who is this?" Elizabeth asks.
"This is my friend, Brianna," he says.
"Hello. You have a lovely home." Brianna bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Elizabeth asks, not pleased at all.
"Nothing," he assures his mother.
"You look familiar," Elizabeth says to Brianna.
"I'm an old friend of Craig's," Brianna says.
"Speaking of, where is he?" asks Stephen.
"I believe he went out for a drink after work with friends," Elizabeth says.
"Well, he does lots and lots of friends," Brianna mocks.
"Brianna? It's very late. Stephen needs his sleep," Elizabeth says.
"Since when do you care what I need?" He leads Brianna into his room and slams the door.
Elizabeth sighs and returns to her bedroom as guilt finally begins to sink in.
In Stephen's bedroom, Brianna grabs him by his bulge.
"That was so hot how you stood up to your mother," she says.
She lays a sloppy kiss on him that lasts for a while, her tongue practically goes down his throat. She then bites his bottom lip before releasing him to catch his breath.
"Let's fuck! I bet you've always dreamt of fucking me!" she yells.
"Um..." he mumbles.
"Wait... Are you a virgin?" she asks.
"Yes," he embarrassingly admits.
"That's so cute," she giggles.
Brianna pushes Stephen onto his bed and pulls his pants down. His erection is pointing out of his underwear. He looks to be a respectable six and half inches. Nowhere near as long as Craig, but his girth makes up for that in some ways. Brianna seems impressed.
"Is this hard on for me? Why have you been hiding this big dick from me all these years?" she asks before pulling his underwear down and wrapping her lips around his shaft.
"Oh my god..." He practically goes cross eyed.
Her mini skirt rides up. She is wearing a black thong that is almost entirely sunken between he ass cheeks. He always thought his mother had a nice ass, but Brianna's is big and juicy.
"Oh..." He cums quickly and she sucks every last drop out of him.
"Mmm... You taste better than Craig," she says, giving him an ego boost. "But I think I can get more out of you..." She stands and removes her skirt, then peels her thong off. He stares at her wet shaven pussy, too intimidated to take the next step. She climbs on top of him, gently slides his dick in between the lips of her pussy, and starts to buck her hips. "Does that feel good, baby?"
In Elizabeth's bedroom, she tries to read with her ear plugs in, but Brianna and the creaking bed are too loud next door.
"Fuck me! Stephen! Fuck me! Your dick is so hard!" Elizabeth removes her ear plugs and cannot believe what she is hearing through the wall. "Oh god! I'm gonna cum! Stephen! You're a fucking animal!" Brianna screams and Elizabeth feels a tingle between her legs.
Back in Stephen's room, Brianna has orgasmed and lays her head on his torso to rest.
"Wow...That was a special moment in your life. I'm happy I was a part of it," Brianna says.
"So, are you like my girlfriend now?" he asks shyly.
"Sure. You're sweet and my mom always tells me to go out with nice guys," she says.
"Mothers know best," he says sardonically.
"I hope I'm not going to run into Craig a lot if we date?" she asks.
"Unfortunately, he's around a lot. Can't think of a way to get rid of him," he says.
"Maybe I can help you with that?" she says.
Back in Elizabeth's room, she starts to rub her pussy through her cotton panties.
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Stephen Ellis has recently celebrated both his eighteenth birthday and high school graduation, but not much else is changing in his life. He will be attending community college in the fall and has no immediate plans to move out of his mother's house nor quit his comfortable job at a local convenience store.
Also the same as ever unfortunately is daily torment from Craig Hooper. Craig is not so much a bully, but rather a terror. He is nineteen and was left back in his junior year, putting him in the same class as Stephen. Stephen suspects that Craig was left back yet again since he was missing from the graduation ceremony.
Stephen is walking home after closing the store at around 1AM. He lives only a few blocks from the store and it is a pretty safe neighborhood, so he never worries about the late nights. None of the local delinquents tend to mess with him because his mother just so happens to be a deputy for the sheriffs department. The only person not impressed by this is Craig, who is smoking at a bus stop when he sees Stephen leave the store. Craig flicks his cigarette away and races across the street to confront him.
"Hey, little buddy!" Craig hollers.
"Um...yeah...hi," a nervous Stephen stammers.
"Look at you with your fancy diploma and cushy job. I bet you think you're better than me now?" The menacing Craig stares down Stephen.
"I'm just trying to go home. I don't want any trouble." Stephen tries to sidestep Craig.
"I can't go in that store anymore because you ratted me out when I stole that magazine," gripes Craig.
"Please, that was like two years ago. Get over it," pleads Stephen.
Craig grimaces and puts poor defenseless Stephen in a headlock.
"I'd knock your damn teeth out, but I actually owe you one you little bitch. Because you snitched, I got to meet your hot mom. I'd heard kids at school talk about Deputy Milf before, but that was the first time I'd laid eyes on her myself. I jerked off to her five times that night," boasts Craig.
"Let me go!" shouts Stephen as he tries to squirm free.
"Maybe your mommy will save you?" Craig mocks.
Though Stephen has no chance of escape, Craig surprisingly releases him.
"Get the fuck out of my sight you little bitch, but say hello to your mom for me!" Craig returns to the bus stop and a humiliated Stephen scurries home.
***
As usual, Stephen is going to pretend the incident never happened, but it is hard to hide things from an officer of the law. Elizabeth Ellis, a thirty nine year old deputy with a slender body and long blond hair comes downstairs for breakfast at around 9AM. She wears a pink night shirt that comes down past her waist and no further, showing off her long desirable legs. At the right angle, one could even sneak a peek at her white cotton panties embroidered with little red hearts. Elizabeth has been divorced from Stephen's father for seven years now. Stephen's father pays alimony, but does not visit much. He lives in a different city, leaving Elizabeth and Stephen to look out for each other. They have truly bonded in past few years and are the very best of friends. Elizabeth makes herself coffee while Stephen has cereal at the kitchen table. This is when Elizabeth's detective skills come in handy.
"Why is the back of your neck all red?" she queries.
"Must have slept funny I guess," he answers. Trying to play it cool.
"I don't think so. Looks like you've been doing some roughhousing. What happened last night?" She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms.
"Nothing," he responds unconvincingly.
"Stephen, I'm your mother. Tell me the truth." She waits patiently for an explanation. It is emasculating for him to be questioned by a woman in her underwear.
"It was Craig," he sighs.
"That bastard! I've warned him! I'm hauling his ass in today!" she shouts.
"No, please don't. You'll only make things worse," he begs of her.
She takes moment to calm and compose herself.
"Well, I know what the sheriff will say. It's just boys being boys. I'm sick of this bullshit. I should take the law into my own hands," she laments.
"It's alright, mom. I'm used to this." He vainly attempts to comfort her.
"That's the problem. You shouldn't have to be accustomed to being bullied at your age. I know how you feel, but I'm going to speak with Craig today no matter what," she replies with great frustration.
"Mom..." he wines.
But she leaves the kitchen and heads back upstairs before he can make his case.
Ten minutes later, she comes back down in her uniform. Her hair is now in a ponytail and her slacks proudly display her nice round backside. Stephen watches as she puts on a pair of mirrored glasses before exiting the house. Stephen understands why the neighborhood punks bestowed her with the moniker of "Deputy Milf," though his primary concern is now her impending showdown with Craig.
It is Stephen's day off, so he spends most of it playing video games and watching TV in his bedroom. He hears the powerful engine of his mother's police issue SUV pull up to the house around 3PM. He peers out his window and sees his mother escorting Craig towards the front door.
"What the hell?" he thinks to himself.
"Hun, could come down here for a minute?" he hears his mother call.
Stephen goes down to the living room and finds his mother and Craig waiting. She has a stern no nonsense expression on her face and Craig looks to be intimidated for the first time ever.
"Mr. Hooper, do you have something that you would like to say?" she inquires as if this was an official police interrogation.
"Yeah...Stephen, I'd like to apologize for my actions last night. Been upset with school troubles and being without a job. Money is tight in my house. My mom is out of work and my dad is never around. I suppose I'm a little jealous of you and I lost my temper. It's no excuse, but I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends," Craig stutters.
"No problem. Don't worry. Water under the bridge." Stephen is floored.
"I knew you boys could get along. Best of all, Craig wants to show is appreciation by helping with some chores around the house," she exclaims. "First, he'll move those old boxes in the basement that were too heavy for you." Elizabeth beams.
"No, they weren't too heavy. I was just tired from work and school. I was going to move them later today," Stephen defensively claims.
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it," says Elizabeth. "Craig will be happy to take care of it for you."
"Absolutely," agrees Craig.
"I'm going to change out of my uniform. Don't want to work up a sweat. Craig, I'll meet you in the basement in five minutes." Elizabeth heads to the stairs.
"Sure thing, Lizzy," Craig says a little too casually.
"Excuse me, but that's Ms. Ellis to you... or Deputy Ellis if you'd prefer." Elizabeth jogs up the stairs and Craig not so subtly gawks at her backside.
"What are you looking at?" asks Stephen.
"God, I can't wait to fuck that ass." Craig bites his lip.
Stephen is dumfounded by Craig's brazenness.
"Relax, I'm just kidding around. We're buddies now. Friends joke about each others moms all the time. Don't take it too seriously." Craig is slick enough to play it off as a joke.
Stephen spends the next few hours on his laptop, chatting with various friends online. He omits that his mother is down in the basement with Craig Hooper of all people. He hears the two of them talking in the kitchen now, so he breaks from the internet and heads down to investigate. He decides to stay in the living room and pretends to flip through a magazine. He sees Craig at the kitchen table as his mother brings him a glass of lemonade. She is wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Goodness, you are so strong. You must work out quite a bit?" she asks.
"Yeah, I'm at the gym all the time. The only real escape from my house," he responds glumly.
"I hope things work out for you," she says comfortingly.
"Thank you, Ms. Ellis. I'm so sorry if I've caused your wonderful family any trouble." Craig proceeds to down the entire glass of lemonade.
"If my son forgives you, then so do I," she assures him.
"I'd still like to drop by tomorrow and wash your car if you want. It would be my pleasure. I still feel I owe you guys," he kindly offers.
"Thank you. That would be very much appreciated," she answers happily. "Stephen always has an excuse to not wash the car."
Stephen does not like the sound of that. He will be working all day tomorrow, but his mom has the morning off. She and Craig might be alone together depending on whether he is going to wash her police ranger or the old family station wagon.
"I should go now. Don't want to overstay my welcome," Craig teases.
Craig stands and Elizabeth gives him a hug. This is not so out of the ordinary as she always hugs Stephen's friends, but Craig also receives a peck on the cheek for some reason.
"Maybe it was out of pity?" Stephen hopes.
Stephen tries to race back upstairs before Craig catches him, but Craig sees him and smugly winks at him as he exits the house.
***
Stephen mans the convenience store register at around 12PM the next day. This was his favorite time of day. The morning rush was over and there were few costumers to hassle him. He receives a call on his cell phone at this time from his best friend and neighbor from across the street, Casey Fowler.
"What's up?" Stephen lamely shouts into the phone.
"Dude, do you know what went down this morning?" asks Casey.
"No, what's going on?" Stephen hesitantly responds.
"Craig Hooper was washing your station wagon a couple hours ago. Your mom came out to help him. She wore cut off denim shorts and a green bikini top," Casey explains in excruciating detail.
Stephen knew the sexy ensemble that Casey was describing very well.
"They were pretty playful with each other. Spraying each other with the hose and stuff like that. Like they were flirting," Casey continued to say.
"No, they were not flirting. My mom feels bad for him because he's a white trash loser from a broken home and he's just trying to buddy up to her, so he doesn't get arrested by her. He's always in trouble. He's looking for sympathy." Stephen is really ticked off now.
"Okay, don't shoot the messenger." Casey eases off.
Stephen goes on to have a rough day. He keeps screwing up when making change for costumers because he cannot stop thinking of his mom in a bikini being hosed off by his bully.
***
Again, Stephen closes at around 1AM. He gets home and finds his mother is still on her shift. He tries not to think about what a dangerous job she has, but one cannot help worrying sometimes. He hears his mother get in just after 2AM and immediately she hops in the shower. This is bad timing because he is suffering from allergies and is not breathing comfortably. He will never get to sleep like this, but his allergy medicine is in the bathroom. His mother takes the longest showers. She is methodical when it comes to washing her hair.
He goes into the hallway and hears the shower running full blast. He figures he can sneak in and out. He turns the doorknob slowly and opens the bathroom door while trying to remain as quiet as possible. The bathroom is pretty steamy, but he can see his medicine by the sink.
Suddenly, he hears soft moans over the running water. He cannot help but peek around the door. His mother his visible in the shower, behind the sliding glass door. She is facing the wall with one hand on the tile and the other between her legs. She is slightly bent over, giving her son a great view of her privates from behind as she pleasures herself.
"Oh my god...She's masturbating...Who is she thinking about?...I pray it's not Craig," are some of the many thoughts that race through his mind.
She sighs blissfully as she brings herself to climax. It is a beautiful sight to her son to behold. He closes the door gently to avoid detection and tiptoes back to his room. He forgets his medicine, but is instead focusing on his throbbing erection. He contemplates masturbating as well to mental images of his mother in the shower, but he restrains himself and tries to get some sleep.
Stephen would eventually learn that his mother had taken Craig job hunting that day after they washed the station wagon. Her department had some special program to find employment for juvenile delinquents to keep them out of trouble. Of course, Craig was nineteen and no juvenile, so she called in some favors to make a special exception for him. She chauffer him around town in her police ranger. This all but confirmed for Stephen that Craig was the inspiration for his mother's escapades in the shower.
***
Two days later, both Stephen and his mother have the evening off, which is something rare. She cooks them a nice meal and they watch TV together in the living room afterwards. Stephen goes up to his room to check his email at around 8PM while his mother stays downstairs to tidy up. The doorbell rings and she wipes her hands off before answering. She opens the front door and is pleased to find Craig with his hands behind his back.
"Hi... Sorry, but the carwash is closed," she kids as she welcomes him inside and she wonders what he is hiding. "What do I owe the honor?"
"Well, I wanted to drop by and give you something. It's not much, but I wanted to show my gratitude to you for helping me straighten myself out. Your kindness the past few days has meant the world to me," he says bashfully.
He hands her a silver picture frame with a bow on it.
"It's all I could afford," he explains.
"You shouldn't have done that," she gushes. "I don't need a present. Return it and get your money back."
"No, it would mean a lot to me if you kept it," he claims.
"Okay, but this is the only gift I'll accept from you. Don't you think you can spoil me." She pulls him in for a hug and gives him another kiss on the cheek. "Are you hungry? I can warm you up some leftovers?"
"That would be so great. I'm starving," he answers enthusiastically.
"Okay, it will only take a few minutes." She leads him to the kitchen.
"Can I go and say hi to Stephen first?" he asks.
"Sure, he's up in his room. Second door on the left," she says.
Craig swaggers up the stairs with purpose. Soon there is an ominous knock at the door to Stephen's room. He answers and Craig forces his way inside.
"Craig? What are you doing here?" Stephen asks warily.
Craig grabs Stephen by his hair and pins him against the closet door.
"Tonight's the night, little bitch. Your mother's gonna be my whore," declares Craig.
"No...," whimpers Stephen.
"Don't worry cause I'm not gonna fuck her yet. I actually like her, so I'll be romantic and let her suck my cock." Craig lets Stephen go and smacks him in the face, but not hard enough to leave a mark.
Craig hurries down the stairs and feigns distress. Elizabeth sees this and gets hooked by the facade.
"What's the matter?" she asks with genuine concern.
"Ms. Ellis, I think I should go. Stephen says he hates me and he doesn't want me around him or you. Told me to back to the gutter where I belong," he sulks.
Craig quickly departs the house and she marches to the staircase.
"Get out here young man!" she screams.
"Huh?" Stephen appears at the top of the stairs. He seems confused as to why he is the one it trouble and his face is still a little sore from the slap.
"I never thought you could be so cruel! Craig wants to reform his ways! I've never been so disappointed in you! Stay in your room for the rest of the night unless you need the bathroom or your allergy medicine!" she shouts before walking off in a huff.
"But I didn't do anything!" he pleads.
***
Stephen obeys his mother and stays up in his room playing video games until just past midnight, when the doorbell rings once again. A visitor this late cannot be a good thing.
"What fresh hell is this?" he wonders.
Elizabeth is reading a book in the living room. She also wears ear plugs because a storm has begun and the sound of rain battering the house was distracting. She still hears the doorbell and gets up to answer. She opens the door and again finds Craig. He stands alone in the pouring rain and looks to have been weeping.
"Craig? What's wrong? What are you doing here so late?" She pulls him inside and he drips everywhere. "You're soaking wet you poor thing."
"My mom kicked me out," he alleges.
"Why?" she questions.
"I caught her going through my wallet. She wanted money for cigarettes. I told I didn't have any money because I bought you the picture frame. She called me a rotten son and kicked me out. I didn't want to intrude on you, but I have nowhere else to go." He is really good at laying on the melodrama.
"You can spend the night here," she promises.
"In the basement?" He starts to move towards the basement door.
"No, our basement is far too drafty at night. Especially with this weather. You can sleep here on the couch. It's very comfy." She fluffs up a pillow for him.
"Thank you, Ms. Ellis," he coos.
"We'll have to get you out of those wet clothes. You can borrow some stuff from Stephen. He won't mind." Elizabeth seems to have excited herself by suggesting Craig disrobe.
Craig coughs and sniffles, bringing her back to reality.
"Maybe you've caught a cold? We have some soothing vapor rub. I put some on Stephen's chest when he isn't feeling well. Which is just about all the time," she joshes at her son's expense.
"My mom never did anything like that for me," he laments.
"Tonight, you get to have a loving mother," she vows to him.
Ten minutes later, Stephen comes downstairs and looks pretty anxious. He carries a t-shirt and sweatpants for Craig to wear. The couch has been made up with sheets and pillows. Craig sits in nothing but his grey boxer shorts.
"Here." Stephen tosses Craig the clothes.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. These sleeping arrangements are only temporary. After tonight, I intend to sleep in your mommy's bed... Then again, we won't be getting much sleep," brags Craig.
"Asshole," Stephen mutters under his breath before retreating upstairs.
Stephen passes his mother's room and sees the door is open a crack. He is still deeply affected by the night he saw her masturbating in the shower. He glances into her room and spies her in front of her vanity mirror in nothing but sexy black lace panties. She looks to be admiring the reflection of her own breasts. She then slips on a short light blue nightgown that makes her looks very elegant. This is far more formal than how she usually dresses for bed. Stephen continues to his room as he is becoming overwhelmed.
Elizabeth goes down to the living room a few minutes later. She has covered herself with a white robe and she carries a jar of the soothing vapor rub. Craig lounges on the couch in Stephen's clothes. His own clothes are folded up on a chair. She sees that his grey boxers are on the chair too, so she knows that there is not much material between her and his member.
"How are you feeling?" She pulls up a chair and sits next to him.
"A little worn out," he shrugs.
"You poor baby. Take that shirt off and relax. I'll take care of you." She opens the jar and puts some vapor rub on her hands.
Craig sits up and peels off his t-shirt to expose his rippling muscles. Elizabeth is flustered by this and forgets what she is doing momentarily. He grins and she naps out of her daze. Elizabeth rubs her hands together as he leans back. She takes a deep breath and begins gently caressing his torso.
"Wow, I feel better already," he says joyfully.
"You're big and strong. You'll bounce back quick enough," she affectionately responds.
"You're too kind to me, Ms. Ellis. If only I had a mother like you." He stares up at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Please, call me Elizabeth and I'm sure you can at least thank your mother for your good looks. I bet all the girls in town are crazy for you," she jests.
"They are, but I'm only attracted to mature women," he says with total sincerity.
Her fingers run across his chiseled abdomen.
"No girlfriend?" she asks.
"There's a special place in my heart for one woman, but I'm not good enough for her." He reaches towards her and feels the material of her robe. "Silk?"
"Yes, same as my nightgown." She takes her robe off to reveal her short nightgown and give him a great view of her toned thighs. "Getting hot in here." She takes his hand and whispers "Never say that you're not good enough. Under your rugged machismo, I can tell that you have a good soul. You're sweet and funny. Not to mention so very handsome. I'd be proud to call you my son. Goodnight"
She leans in and kisses him on his forehead and he takes the opportunity to start kissing her neck. She tries to fight her arousal to no avail.
"No...please...stop...we mustn't..."she purrs euphorically.
Craig is not deterred. He pulls her gown up and starts massaging her wet vagina through her lace panties.
"Baby...that feels so good...but we have to stop," she pleads.
The straps of her nightgown slip off her shoulders, allowing him to cup one of her perky breasts. He massages it, getting her nipple nice and hard, then he laps his tongue over her nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling. Meanwhile, his fingers are starting to explore beneath her panties.
"Oh my god...what are you doing to me you bad boy?" Her hand slides into his sweatpants and grips his meaty ten inch member. "I've never held a cock that was so thick and long. My loser husband wasn't half this size," she wildly proclaims. "Let mommy take care of you."
They french kiss passionately while she strokes his massive erection.
Meanwhile, Stephen steps out of his bedroom and looks pretty panicked because he hears soft moans from the living room. He creeps down the stairs as cautiously as he can. To his horror, he discovers his bully on his back with his mother kneeling beside the couch. Her nightgown is completely off now and has been tossed onto the floor.
She licks precum off the tip of his dick, then laps her tongue up and down his shaft. She takes seven inches in her mouth and begins administering an epic blowjob just as Craig had predicted. Her head bobs as she gags on his sizeable member.
"Yeah...suck it...suck it like a loving mother should!" grunts Craig as he pulls her panties down and slips two fingers into her sopping wet vagina. "Your pussy is so wet. Been dreaming of a big thick cock like this all your life?"
Elizabeth concurs pleasurably by sliding her mouth down even further his long shaft. Craig sees Stephen on the stairs and arrogantly flips him the middle finger with his left hand while his right hand continues to invade Elizabeth's vagina. Elizabeth is too engulfed in ecstasy to realize that her son is watching. A heartbroken Stephen goes back upstairs and does not see Craig ejaculate into his mother's mouth.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Craig bellows, so Stephen can hear him upstairs.
"Mmm..." She swallows it all and savors the flavor. "Thank you for letting mommy suck your giant cock. How's my baby feeling now?"
"I want to hear you nice and loud," Craig relishes as he lifts her closer, spreads her legs, and resumes fingering her to complete his conquest.
"Yes...make me cum...bad boy...make me cum..." she begs of him. "Yes...baby...you're so strong...I'm cumming," She then lets out a shriek as she orgasms and collapses on top of him.
Up in his room, Stephen can restrain himself no longer and begins jacking himself off. He hates himself for wishing that he stuck around to watch his mother orgasm. He also knew that he would probably have more opportunities to play voyeur to his mother and bully for better or worse.
part 2
Elizabeth Ellis - Mom, blond, slender, 39 years old.
Stephen Ellis - Son, shy, gawky, 18 years old.
Craig Hooper - Bully, rugged, brawny, 19 years old.
Casey Fowler - Stephen's friend and neighbor, 18 years old.
Brianna Gomez - Craig's ex-girlfriend, busty Latina, 19 years old (new character).
***
Elizabeth sits both Stephen and Craig down at the breakfast table for a talk the very next morning. Unlike Craig, she is unaware that Stephen witnessed the sexual encounter. Craig does his best to hide his shit eating grin.
"How did you sleep?" she asks Craig.
"Very well," Craig replies. "Thank you."
"Stephen, I was thinking that Craig should stay with us for a while since his home life is so rough. At least until he finds a permanent job. We can set up a living space for him down in the basement," she says.
"Mom, you know I've never gotten along with Craig. I don't think him living here is such a good idea. If my feelings count for anything, then I'll have to say no," says Stephen.
"Son, I thought I raised you to be more charitable than this," she pleads.
"Why'd you even ask if my opinion didn't matter?" asks Stephen.
"Don't you forget that this is my home," she reminds her son.
Stephen stands and shoots Craig a filthy look as he leaves the kitchen.
"It will only be for a few days!" she hollers to her son.
They hear Stephen run upstairs, so they know the coast is clear.
"Listen, we have to be discreet around my son," she insists.
"Of course, Elizabeth. I wouldn't want to upset him," says Craig.
"You're such a delicious young man," she says flirtingly.
Elizabeth and Craig hold hands and play footsie under the table.
Stephen makes himself scarce for the rest of the day. He leaves organizing the basement to his mother and Craig. He does not want to talk with anyone, so he turns off his cell phone and stays off the internet. Basically, he escapes into the world of video games.
Down in the basement, Elizabeth and Craig prepare the fold out bed. It has been down there for many years and is pretty musty. Nevertheless, Craig is more than comfortable when Elizabeth pushes him down and pulls his pants down.
"When I was your age, bad boys like you always made me so hot, but my parents forbade me from dating any of them," she says as she gets on her knees and stokes his cock to attention.
"Too bad you married a chump," he says.
"He was a chump," she says, mesmerized by his erection.
"Ever want to fuck someone you arrested?" he asked.
"Just you, but not here. Come to my room tonight," she says.
"Not going to leave your boy hanging?" he asks.
"No..." This time her lips reach the base of his cock, deep throating his ten inches.
***
Around 2AM that night, Craig sneaks into Stephen's bedroom as he sleeps soundly.
"Wake up, jackass." Craig rudely shakes Stephen awake.
"What the fuck do you want?" a groggy Stephen asks.
"Your mom told me to come up to her room after you fell asleep," says Craig.
"Then why'd you wake me up?" asks Stephen.
"Because you really have to get into the spirit of this," says Craig. "Now, I would never expect to replace your father, but I will be respected young man." Craig amuses himself.
"Fuck you," grumbles Stephen.
"No, I'm gonna fuck your mom. I'll leave the door open a crack if you want to see her pleasured in a way your father never could." Craig struts out of Stephen's room.
Of course, Stephen cannot resist no matter how much he loathes Craig. He waits a few minutes, then creeps out in the hallway and tiptoes to his mother's room. The door was left open a crack and a small reading lamp on his mother's nightstand is all that illuminates the happy couple.
Elizabeth is on her back with Craig's face buried in her crotch, eating her pussy. Her tone legs are wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders. She caresses her tits and his firm hands grip her abdomen.
"That's so nice... You make me feel so good..." she whispers. She grabs him by his hair and grinds her pussy into his face. "You like eating mommy's pussy don't you?"
"Baby, you can finally put that thick cock of yours inside me..." she demands.
Craig takes her by her ankles, bends her legs back, and penetrates her with his cock for the first time. She shutters as she has never felt a sensation like this. He pounds her and she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out, though the creaking bed might have woken Stephen up anyway.
Craig stays in Elizabeth's bedroom for the next hour. Stephen's legs keep cramping up, so he takes breaks from watching. He returns ten minutes later to see Craig pull out, straddle Elizabeth, and cum on her tits. She runs her fingers through the cum, then licks them clean. She really seems to enjoy how he tastes.
Stephen returns one last time a half hour later. His mom is riding Craig now. His hands are on her hips, guiding her as she thrusts back and forth. She has to cover her mouth with both her hands to silence her cries of passion. Just as he is about to cum again, she climbs off and strokes him until he cums on her face and in her mouth.
Stephen goes back to bed and tries calculating how many orgasms she must have had in the hour. He is not as turned as he was last night. His feeling towards his mother are turning a little bitter. What he finds most peculiar is that they seem to be roll playing as mother and son.
***
Stephen thankfully has work the next day and it is quite busy with many costumers to serve. Around 4PM, Casey stops by the convenience store. He grabs an energy drink, though he never works out, and loiters by the register.
"Dude, what the hell? Is Craig living in your house?" asks Casey.
"Yep," Stephen sadly admits.
"Why in holy hell is your mom allowing this?" Casey continues to pry.
"She thinks he can straighten himself out," says Stephen.
"He's a piece of shit and always will be," states Casey.
"I know," agrees Stephen.
"At least the next time he steals a car, she'll know where to find him," Casey jokes.
"Good point," says Stephen.
"Hope they don't fall in love," Casey continues to tease.
"What!?" Stephen freaks out a little too much.
"Relax, I'm just kidding around." Casey realizes by Stephen's demeanor that he is on to something. "Wait, they're not actually sleeping together?" he asks discreetly.
"No," Stephen responds unconvincingly.
"Oh my god! You're mom is sleeping with Craig Hooper! She must be the dumbest cop alive!" Casey yells loud enough for the milk maids and teens playing arcade games to hear.
"Keep your damn voice down," Stephen threatens.
"I don't mean to laugh, but that is messed up," Casey snickers. "Forgive me, but if it was my mom banging that jerk, you'd be laughing your ass off right now."
"I don't think he'd be interested in your mom. There's a reason we all use to call her bigfoot back in junior high," Stephen says defensively.
"Joke, but I've never been happier that you got the hottest mom in town," says Casey.
The aforementioned hottest mom in town enters the store. Elizabeth is in her uniform. She wears her mirrored glasses and her hair is in a ponytail. She is a woman in charge. Casey suddenly becomes very bashful.
"Hi, Mrs. Ellis... Deputy Ellis," Casey corrects himself.
"Hi, Casey. You can call me Mrs. Ellis," she assures him.
"That's $2.99." Stephen is indicating the energy drink, trying to get rid of Casey
"Sure." Casey stops gawking, pays and exits, waving goodbye to Elizabeth.
"What a silly boy he is," she says.
"Maybe he should move in with us. He can have my room," Stephen says sarcastically.
"Don't be a wise guy. Especially with my birthday coming up," she says.
"Sorry, so where are we celebrating this year?" he asks.
"That new Greek restaurant. I made reservations for three," she says.
"What? You have to be kidding? Craig is coming with us on your birthday? Why don't you just adopt the fucking asshole!?" Stephen does not care who in the store hears him.
"Watch your language, young man," she scolds.
"Don't call me young man. I'm not a little kid anymore," he proclaims.
"Fine, but it's still my birthday and I'll invite whomever I want. Now, will you be accompanying us or are you going to be a stick in the mud?" she asks.
"I'll think about it," he says.
"Okay... I don't want to feel like I've wasted your time, so I'll buy something." She takes a pack of gum from the impulse item rack.
"50 Cents," he says.
She leaves two quarters on the counter and exits the store. Despite himself, he stares at her round ass as she walks to her police ranger in the parking lot. What a topsy-turvy life he now leads.
***
Stephen eventually relents and the three of them make their dinner reservation for 9PM that Saturday. It does not get more awkward than this. At least not for Stephen.
Elizabeth wears a white blouse and matching skirt. She also wears a scarf that was Stephens's birthday present and a pair of earrings that were Craig's present. Now they are perusing the menu. It is round table, Stephen and his mother sits across from one another while has Craig scooted his chair closer to her.
"Everything looks so good," she says, referring to the menu.
"Where'd you get the money for those earrings?" Stephen asks Craig.
"He got a job carrying crates at the farmer's market," she answers on Craig's behalf.
"Last time Craig had disposable income was when he sold weed at school," says Stephen.
"Are you trying to cause trouble, Stephen?" she asks.
"Nope," says Stephen defiantly.
Craig starts massaging her thigh under the table with his right hand.
"You look lovely this evening, Lizzy" Craig says.
"Um...thank you," a flustered Elizabeth stammers.
Elizabeth opens her legs and uses the table cloth to conceal Craig's busy hand.
"Isn't there something you wanted to tell Stephen tonight?" Craig asks Elizabeth.
Craig grazes her vagina through her white lace panties.
"Um...well..." is all she can muster.
"What? That you two are sleeping together?" Stephen throws his napkin down.
A waiter walks by and an embarrassed Elizabeth pushes Craig's hand away.
"How did you find out?" she asks her son.
"You're a cop. Figure it out," Stephen says harshly.
"I'm sorry that we haven't been honest with you, but we can't apologize for our feelings," she says. "Craig and I have developed a strong emotional connection in the past days."
"Bullshit!" Stephen gets up and storms out of the restaurant.
Elizabeth wipes a single tear from her face.
"Well, we knew he'd be angry at first, but he'll come around," Craig assures her as he brushes her hair away from her face and slips his hand back between her legs.
"At least we have nothing to hide anymore." She leans in lays a soft kiss on his lips.
A half hour later, Elizabeth and Craig enter the house and start tearing each other's clothes off. They do not bother to check if Stephen is home. Underneath her blouse, Elizabeth wears no bra. They go into the living room and she sits on the arm of the couch. He lifts up her skirt and pulls down her panties while she unbuckles his belt. Her scarf remains tied around her neck. He drops to his knees and she drapes her right leg over his shoulder.
"Yes...eat mommy's pussy!" she calls out is ecstasy, digging her fingernails into the upholstery. "Make mommy cum on her birthday you fucking stud!"
Craig goes to town of her pussy, being very skilled with his tongue.
"I can't take this anymore! Fuck me! Craig! Fuck me!" She pulls him up and turns herself around while he drops his boxers. Her skirt is still pulled up over her waist as he starts to fuck her from behind.
"You like that birthday girl!?" he asks.
"Yes...oh god...yes!" she answers.
"I want to cum inside you this time!" he shouts as he continues to pound her.
"Yes! Cum inside me, naughty boy!" she gives her blessing.
He bends her over the arm and she hangs onto the cushions as her body is ravished.
"I'm cumming, naughty boy, I'm cumming!" she moans.
"Yeah! Me too! I'm fucking cumming!" They climax simultaneously. He then releases her and she tries to walk to the kitchen, but she is a bit dizzy and staggers as if she was drunk. He literally fucked her silly and is proud of it.
***
Stephen spends the night at Casey's house where the resident mother is not hot at all. He goes to work early the next morning in the same sweater as the night before because he never even went home to change.
Around 2PM, Brianna Gomez, a busty latina and ex-girlfriend of Craig, who wears a tight top and a mini skirt stops by the store for a pack of cigarettes. She recognizes Stephen as she pays.
"We went to high school together?" she asks.
"Yeah," he says.
"Your name's Stephen? Your mom is the cop?" she continues.
"Yeah, nice to see you Brianna." He hands her her change and appears grumpy.
"Why you so moody?" she asks.
"Your ex is now our tenant," he admits.
"Craig? Craig Hooper?" She is shocked to hear this.
"How could you date a scumbag like that?" he asks.
"That's none of your business," she says defensively.
"Sorry," he says.
"He pays rent?" she asks.
"Not in the traditional sense," he says coyly.
"You look like you need to unwind. I'd say you should come smoke a joint with me after you get off work, but you'd probably tell your mommy on me," she teases.
"Not a chance in hell," he proclaims.
"Have you ever gotten high before?" she asks.
"Yeah, once with my friend Casey," he brags.
"Then we should hang out and trade stories about how much we hate Craig," she says.
"You never wanted to hang out when we were in high school," he says.
"I was stupid in high school," she confesses.
Stephen does not have to close today, so leaves the store around 10PM. Brianna's car is parked in the lot. They sit in the backseat and she rolls them a joint to share. She dated Craig when he sold weed in high school. She even got hauled in by Elizabeth when she was a sophomore.
Stephen jacked off many times to Brianna, but he never dreamed that he would actually be in the backseat of a car with her, though nothing of a sexual nature was transpiring.
***
Stephen and Brianna enter his house just after midnight, still high and snickering.
"Want some potato chips or something?" he asks.
"I gotta rest my head for minute. Where's your room?" she asks.
"Upstairs," he says, slightly flustered.
"Craig?" she asks.
"I hope he's down in the basement where he belongs," he says.
He leads her upstairs, then his mother exits her room in her night shirt and catches them.
"Stephen? What's going on? Who is this?" Elizabeth asks.
"This is my friend, Brianna," he says.
"Hello. You have a lovely home." Brianna bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Elizabeth asks, not pleased at all.
"Nothing," he assures his mother.
"You look familiar," Elizabeth says to Brianna.
"I'm an old friend of Craig's," Brianna says.
"Speaking of, where is he?" asks Stephen.
"I believe he went out for a drink after work with friends," Elizabeth says.
"Well, he does lots and lots of friends," Brianna mocks.
"Brianna? It's very late. Stephen needs his sleep," Elizabeth says.
"Since when do you care what I need?" He leads Brianna into his room and slams the door.
Elizabeth sighs and returns to her bedroom as guilt finally begins to sink in.
In Stephen's bedroom, Brianna grabs him by his bulge.
"That was so hot how you stood up to your mother," she says.
She lays a sloppy kiss on him that lasts for a while, her tongue practically goes down his throat. She then bites his bottom lip before releasing him to catch his breath.
"Let's fuck! I bet you've always dreamt of fucking me!" she yells.
"Um..." he mumbles.
"Wait... Are you a virgin?" she asks.
"Yes," he embarrassingly admits.
"That's so cute," she giggles.
Brianna pushes Stephen onto his bed and pulls his pants down. His erection is pointing out of his underwear. He looks to be a respectable six and half inches. Nowhere near as long as Craig, but his girth makes up for that in some ways. Brianna seems impressed.
"Is this hard on for me? Why have you been hiding this big dick from me all these years?" she asks before pulling his underwear down and wrapping her lips around his shaft.
"Oh my god..." He practically goes cross eyed.
Her mini skirt rides up. She is wearing a black thong that is almost entirely sunken between he ass cheeks. He always thought his mother had a nice ass, but Brianna's is big and juicy.
"Oh..." He cums quickly and she sucks every last drop out of him.
"Mmm... You taste better than Craig," she says, giving him an ego boost. "But I think I can get more out of you..." She stands and removes her skirt, then peels her thong off. He stares at her wet shaven pussy, too intimidated to take the next step. She climbs on top of him, gently slides his dick in between the lips of her pussy, and starts to buck her hips. "Does that feel good, baby?"
In Elizabeth's bedroom, she tries to read with her ear plugs in, but Brianna and the creaking bed are too loud next door.
"Fuck me! Stephen! Fuck me! Your dick is so hard!" Elizabeth removes her ear plugs and cannot believe what she is hearing through the wall. "Oh god! I'm gonna cum! Stephen! You're a fucking animal!" Brianna screams and Elizabeth feels a tingle between her legs.
Back in Stephen's room, Brianna has orgasmed and lays her head on his torso to rest.
"Wow...That was a special moment in your life. I'm happy I was a part of it," Brianna says.
"So, are you like my girlfriend now?" he asks shyly.
"Sure. You're sweet and my mom always tells me to go out with nice guys," she says.
"Mothers know best," he says sardonically.
"I hope I'm not going to run into Craig a lot if we date?" she asks.
"Unfortunately, he's around a lot. Can't think of a way to get rid of him," he says.
"Maybe I can help you with that?" she says.
Back in Elizabeth's room, she starts to rub her pussy through her cotton panties.
TO BE CONCLUDED...