On the Loveseat Ch. 14

I had left her feet on my shoulders so I could enjoy the view of all the parts of a mother that a son shouldn't get to see. From the fullness of her breasts down to her freshly trimmed pussy and her plush ass with her hole not completely closed from my digital invasion. I had to think the Mona Lisa had nothing on my mom!

I surveyed my work, shaving a few hairs that I had somehow missed. I reached over, grabbed a washcloth, and was able to run some hot water on it. I then ran the cloth over mom's pubic area roughly, eliciting a gasp from my mother as the fabric rubbed against her sensitive bits. I wiped up the remains of the shaving gel, rewetting the washcloth and wiped her again. Mom hadn't been as wild as I had made it out to be, mostly just some hairs poking their way back through her skin, but the difference with her bush now edged and trimmed made her pussy as beautiful and inviting as any porn mag model.

I felt proud of my work and felt I now deserved a treat for my labors.

"When the workday is done, it's pussy time!" I paraphrased an old beer ad.

"What?" Mom said in confusion. But, before she could move or understand what I was going to do, I leaned forward and planted my lips on her newly smooth skin.

She repeated, "What ..."

My tongue drove away her bewilderment with its burrowing into her wet tunnel. I lapped up all her juices I could find, sucking on her excited bud between long licks. Mom's feet moved behind my neck and pulled my head closer even as her ass slid down on the tub's rim.

"Oh fuck Jeremy! Eat me!"

Ever the obedient son, I once again obeyed my mother and I ate her pussy with gusto and fervor. Not that any extra effort was needed with the state of excitement mom was in from her erotic shaving.

"Omnhmmlrh." I hummed as I licked, flicked, and sucked. I had gotten equally turned on; I was just showing it in a different way than her.

"Oh God! Oh! Yes, lick my clit! Just like that honey, just like fuck-king that!" Her hands were clenched to her tits, rolling her nipples relentlessly.

I wasn't sure of her stability on the tub's edge, even as wide as the edge was. I had seen mom have some powerful reactions when hit with her orgasms. Not that I was going to stop. I don't think I would have stopped if dad had walked in. No, I was just prepared to have to hold her in place in case she started to fall.

"You're gonna make me cum Jeremy! Lick mommy's pussy baby! Lick it sooo good! Oh God! Oh ... God! Aaaaaa!" Mom screamed as she was sent over the edge. Orgasmically, not physically.

I continued to work over her clit as mom shook and shivered in bliss. Not to make her cum again, but merely to make sure this one was all that it could be. After almost a minute of trembling, mom's hands pushed at my head, her feet freeing their hold.

"Stop honey, stop. I can't take any more." Mom gasped with labored breathing. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she stared down at me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I stared back at her.

"I hadn't meant for that to happen! I didn't expect to get so turned on by getting a trim!"

"Neither did I. But it was so hot shaving you mom! It was so intimate and erotic!"

"I think I may let you trim me from now on. I never have this reaction when I do it myself!"

"I'll be the best pussy groomer you've ever had!" I said enthusiastically.

"Well, you already are! Not that there has been any competition." Mom looked so radiant at that moment. That I had had anything to do with that made my heart ready to burst.

"Now get up. Out of my way. I have to get ready to leave. You've already made me a little late. I hope traffic isn't too bad at the airport." Mom pushed me aside as she stood, grabbing a towel to wipe herself down, then her bathrobe hanging on the door. She swept out of the bathroom in a whirl.

I knelt there in her wake. My motherly mom was back. I slowly stood and took a towel. After I was dry, I dressed and entered mom's bedroom. She was hurrying around the room getting dressed, already in a plain white pair of cotton panties and a somewhat lacy, but equally boring white bra. She had a calf-length black skirt laid out on the bed and she was putting on a sky blue blouse.

Mom clothes.

Only I knew the real woman that would soon be hidden by her attire.

"Don't be going anywhere. You have to be here when Jojo and Johnny come home. And don't get wrapped up in that video game of yours. I want you to be responsible while I'm gone."

Yep, mom was back. Even if she was standing there in her underwear!

"I know mom, I know." I was also back to being her son. Granted, a son with benefits!

"Do you think dad remembered to get anything for Johnny and Jojo?" I asked as I stood there watching her pull on the skirt and zip it up.

"I don't know. I don't know a lot of things about your father anymore. I hope he remembered. He better hope he remembered!" She added with a snort.

With as close and intimate as we had gotten, I certainly wouldn't want to get mom mad at me! How was it that dad didn't seem to be bothered by it? I get that people have disagreements, but how would you not want to do everything you could to keep this amazing woman happy? I shook my head and left my parent's bedroom while mom was slipping on a pair of black flats.

Mom mentioning my video game reminded me that I hadn't played for the whole weekend. Actually, more than five or six days! I couldn't believe this, but then again, I had been pleasantly distracted the whole time. I would have given up my whole collection of games for more time with mom. And Aunt Jessica! Then I thought of all the time that I had spent playing those games, when they had been my world while playing. Games or my mom and aunt? I didn't want to have to decide.

Luckily, I didn't have to. I got to have them all!

While I was contemplating my good fortune, mom came rushing up the stairs.

She came into my room and planted a kiss on my forehead. When I looked up at her in surprise, she gave me another on my lips. A passionate, loving kiss. But short.

"Thank you again. For everything. This weekend, the trim, just ... everything."

"You better hurry mom. Dad's flight lands in forty-five minutes." I didn't want to go get mushy with her right then. Who knew where it might lead?

Back in her bed if I had been lucky!

But no, she really did have to leave and I knew it.

"Drive safe." I said, sounding as dumb as it felt.

"I love you mom." I called out as an afterthought as she hurried down the stairs.

"I love you too Jeremy!" I heard her call from the living room and then I heard the front door shut.

I thought back over this remarkable, incredible ... well, adjectives fail to describe the past few days. I was fairly sure that I would never experience anything like it again. But then again, you never know! I would surely be looking for a way to plan for a repeat! Not to say that the day-to-day activities with mom or Aunt Jessica were nothing to sneeze at! Even as lucky as I was, I was also greedy and wanted more!

I debated about turning on my game, but I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat since mom's breakfast in bed. Well, and mom's snatch! I was hungry. I was making myself a couple sandwiches when the front door burst open and the twin tornadoes that were my siblings stormed into the house. Seeing me eating, they demanded that I make them each one also. I set about making custom sandwiches for each of them. Peanut butter and jelly and peanut butter for Jojo. My sister asked that both slices of bread have peanut butter on them with the jelly in between. Johnny demanded a PB and J and M and M (mustard and mayo!); I looked curiously at my brother for this selection, but made it anyways.

After we ate, I helped them both with some homework and I wondered what homework I was now behind on with skipping today. When the schoolwork was done, we sat and watched cartoons together. It was a rare bonding moment with just the three of us, and with college next year, I wondered how many times it would be just us kids. I still considered myself a kid with my brother and sister, regardless of the age gap between us. I made a mental note to try to spend some time with them this summer and not just with my aunt and mother. Even if the games I got to play with the two women were so much more fun than anything with my siblings!

Time passed and soon enough our parents returned. Dad had obviously gotten a fair share of sun, as his face was deeply tanned. If not for his weekly golfing getting him some color, he might have gotten burnt. He seemed cheerful, but I could tell mom was being cool around him. Was it because of how she felt for me, or just seeing him reminded her of their tiff from before he left? Mom frowned at me, but I knew that it wasn't because of me; dad must still be in the doghouse.

Dad started to relate his trip to us, telling us how fabulous the resort was and how much we would have enjoyed ourselves. Mom gave him a scowl as they hadn't specifically told my brother and sister about going with dad, and now they were looking at dad curiously, feeling like they had missed something. Dad caught mom's cold look and realized he'd slipped up and covered it by saying how much fun we would have had if we had been able to go. It didn't totally satisfy my brother and sister, but they didn't seem as upset. Mom brought up the fact that it had been all golfing and that calmed my siblings. I enjoyed the occasional round of golf with dad, but we all rolled our eyes at dad's obsession with the sport. That golf was involved with the trip made the little ones less upset that they hadn't gone. Though getting mom on the beach in a skimpy bikini might have made the trip worth it! Dad would have been gone just as much as he was with us at home.

Still dad talked about the trip, the weather was great, the meetings were great and that they expected an increase in business from the way things had gone, the golf was great, the food was great. Then he started telling us anecdotes about different people that he worked with. Joe had fallen in a sandtrap and had struggled to stand back up while the rest of the foursome had watched him while laughing. Dennis from accounting had drunk too much one night and had started putting the little umbrellas from his drinks in his golf cap to the amusement of his coworkers. Then Frank had gone to the bathroom and ...

I blanked dad's voice out. I had zero interest in the antics or politics of his trip. I could tell that mom felt the same and she gave me a sympathetic smile. She had an escape at least when she got up to make dinner. I noticed that she hadn't brought up dad's promised gifts. Whether from the fact that she wanted to see if he remembered or that she was upset that she suspected that he had forgot. I waited with apprehension for Johnny or Jojo to bring it up. Dinner was soon ready and any further word about dad's trip was dropped.

He did ask about how each of our weekends had gone. This set Johnny and Jojo off, as they recounted their time at Grandma Sharon's house. Dad looked at mom as the duo told their stories. She told him about how her mom repeatedly asked about seeing the kids at which dad nodded. He knew about my grandma's jibes at mom. Mom told him that her mother had called Thursday night after he had left and she relented to her mother's begging. Dad seemed to buy the story, which really wasn't that far from the truth.

Mom then said that I had been in and out all weekend, which made me choke on my milk at mom's obvious innuendo. Obvious to me at least. She then said that she had gotten to spend some quality time with her sister. I nearly sprayed the table at that comment. Dad looked at me with concern.

"It went down the wrong pipe." I merely explained.

Mom then added that she had done a bunch of things around the house while she looked intently at me. I couldn't believe mom was being so brazen, even if it was all lost on dad. She looked back at dad and asked, "Can't you tell?"

Dad may have been oblivious to some things, but he had been married for quite awhile.

"Of course I can. Everything looks lovely dear." He replied as diplomatically as any husband could.

Mom snickered at his response, and I had to fight back a chortle myself. If dad only knew the things mom had been doing around the house! Or whom she was doing them with!

After dinner, we all moved to the living room. I sensed a weight to the air and watched mom cautiously. She had sat at one end of the couch. I sat at the other end, trying not to look like I was trying to be as far from mom as possible. Jojo sat between us while Johnny sprawled on the floor. The nightly sitcoms started and I really didn't want to stay, but I didn't want to miss anything either. Plus, there was the added attraction of being in the same room with mom, even if we couldn't do anything.

Dad got up from his recliner after ten minutes and looked pointedly at mom. He reached down next to his chair and brought up a flattish rectangular box and he handed it to mom.

"You didn't think I'd forget my girl did you?" He smiled as charismatically as he could at mom. Mom just looked up at him with a confused shock on her face.

"No, well, I wasn't sure." She sputtered.

"It wasn't easy finding anything. Most of it was all the tourist stuff, you know, cheap and tacky." He nodded at the box in mom's hands. "I couldn't get anything like that for you Jenny."

Mom looked at the box, then up at dad again.

"Thank you honey. I'm sure I'll love it." Her tone didn't make me believe she would.

"Open it and see." Dad urged.

Mom looked down with some skepticism. She opened the lid and I saw her eyes light up in surprise. She looked back at dad with an open joy.

"Justin. It's beautiful!"

Mom lifted a necklace from the box. It was made of seashells, but not the type that you would find in a tourist trap. I then saw that there was also turquoise mixed in with the shells. I didn't know jewelry, but even I could tell that this was not something that was cheap. I was a bit surprised at dad. My feelings may have been mixed; I wasn't sure if dad was buying his way out of their earlier disagreement, or if this was a real sign of his love for mom.

Dad bent down so mom could kiss his cheek, then another on his lips. It was quick, but it still felt like a knife in my chest.

"And that's only the first! Who's next?" He cheerfully asked.

Johnny and Jojo each sprang to life with "me, me, me."

Dad brought out another box and handed it to Jojo who accepted it like it was made of glass. She just stared at the brown package.

"Open it honey." Mom urged her.

Jojo then just sat on the floor. Not bend down and sit, no, she just fell butt flat on the floor as if someone had pulled an invisible chair out from under her. I had to smile. The flexibility of an eight-year old!

Jojo carefully pulled off the ribbon that crossed over the plain brown box. I was more anxious to the contents than my sister appeared to be.

I had to smile when I saw what was inside.

It was a stuffed unicorn with sparkly beads all over it and its horn appeared to be glow-in-the-dark. What had made me smile was that sitting astride the fantastical beast was a mermaid, her tail that looked like sequins hanging on one side of the equine mount. The seashell bra she wore appeared to be actual shells too.

"Look mommy! It's a mermaid! Just like I said! And a unicorn!" Except she pronounced it 'oon ee corn'. Her glee now exceeded my anticipation.

Johnny looked on as his sister hugged her gift tightly. "I don't want a mermaid like that." He said flatly.

"Why would you want a mermaid?" Dad asked his youngest son.

"I don't want a mermaid. I want a crab!" Johnny said petulantly.

"Well, I don't have a crab for you ... but ... how about ..." Dad pulled out a small glass aquarium, possibly a gallon or a gallon and a half, no more than two. It was filled with water and some plants. "Some sea slugs?" Dad said like a circus announcer.

"Ew!" Johnny and Jojo both cried out. Their tones weren't the same though. Jojo's ew clearly meant gross, while Johnny's was more of cool!

Mom looked at dad with consternation.

"What do they eat?" Johnny asked as he studied the small aquarium. "Mermaids? Or unicorns?" He eyed our sister.

"No, these are herbivores." Dad answered.

"They eat herbs?" Johnny asked confused.

"No, plants. Specifically algae."

"Awesome! Thanks dad!" Johnny set the glass tank on the floor and stared at it. It was then that I could see bright yellow and red creatures amongst the rocks and plants.

"Are they saltwater or freshwater?" I asked.

"Salt actually, but freshwater won't kill them. I got a test kit so we can check the salinity. Or Johnny can check it, right son?"

"Sure dad. I'm going to call this one Ralph and this one is Explosion."

"Ralph? And Explosion? Interesting choices." I said.

"Especially since I think Explosion is a female." Dad said quietly, unheard by Johnny.

"They'll mate?" That didn't seem like a wise decision.

"They are different species. And if they could breed, they are controlled by the amount of food available. As long as the tank is small there would be little chance of babies even if they could mate." Dad explained. Clearly, he had done some homework before getting this for Johnny. It wasn't just something he walked into a pet store and bought. My faith in my father had risen.

"And for you ..." He announced reaching behind his chair again. I felt a shiver of anticipation, wondering what my father might have gotten me. His other gifts set a high level of expectation, but I didn't think my dad understood me enough to get an appropriate gift.

Dad handed me a smallish sized box that I took with some trepidation. I took in its heft and weight distribution for clues as to the box's contents. Nothing came to mind. All I could do was open it.

My heart sunk when I saw what appeared to be a snow globe with an overly large base. That didn't strike me as a South Carolina gift. I looked at it closer and saw a hula girl in grass skirt and skimpy cloth covering an ample bust. I gave it a feeble shake. The resultant flurry of flakes caused her skirt and top to reveal her naked figure underneath. I got the naked girl thing, but it was just a small bit of plastic and in no way compared to the real thing that I had sitting close by. Dad saw my obvious disappointment.

"It's more than it seems." He said with a secretive smile. "Take it to your room later, turn off the lights, turn on the switch on the bottom, and give it another shake. I think you'll appreciate it better then."

I admit that this now made me curious.

"I'll check it out now." I stated without emotion.

"I want to come too! Johnny said, looking up from the study of his gift.

If I took dad's implied meaning, I assumed it wasn't anything for my younger brother to see.

"No, stay and watch your slugs." I wondered then why he hadn't picked 'Sluggo' as one of the names.

Dad gave a subtle nod as I rose. Mom watched me with more interest than was appropriate. I smiled discretely back at her.

I walked up the stairs without any motivation even though my interest had been piqued.

I turned the snow globe over and found a switch that I turned on. Nothing happened. I gave it a vigorous shake, which seemed pointless in the darkness of my room, and set it on my desk.

To my startled surprise, the globe lit up and by some system I hadn't noticed about it, my room was lit up with floating 'snowflakes' of light. To further my astonishment, on the wall appeared a very detailed image of a hula dancer shaking her attributes while her clothing melted away much like the smaller physical figure. I didn't know if it was a representation of a real woman or just a generated depiction of one, but the detail of it made it beside the point. It seemed very realistic! After a minute or so, the image faded out.