Tiny Tim

Chapter 8

The next morning, after being busy on the guy’s laptop for the entire night, Uncle John knocked on my door.

“Ready to go, Tim?”

“What?” I said perplexed, rubbing my tired eyes.

“I called Bill, but he wants to meet up in his office. I figured we could just go together.”

His voice sounded hopeful, making me believe he wanted to spring something on me during the drive. I did have stuff to do in the office, but I didn’t like driving when tired. My insurance was already costing me an obscene amount each month simply for being young. If I actually had an accident because my reflexes were dulled by the lack of sleep, my premiums would go through the roof. But with John driving, that wasn’t a problem.

“Sure. But I’ll need a shower first.”

I stood up too fast, though, and immediately regretted it when I felt dizzy as the pain shot through my torso. I caught myself, refused his offer of support, and made my way to the bathroom. I was just out of the shower and back in my shorts, when someone knocked at the door.

“Honey? Are you Okay? John told me you didn’t look too well when you went in here.” I heard Claire’s concerned voice.

“Yeah. Thanks. Everything’s fine.” I replied.

Then I remembered how exhausting it was to rewrap my chest after my last shower, and how beat I was after that. I was already tired from the all-nighter, so there was no way I’d get anything done if the rewrapping went the same way as the evening before. A little help couldn’t hurt. But did I want to admit that I actually needed help? And more importantly, did I want to admit that to one of them?

I sighed as I realized that the negative effects, if I tried to just fight through this, would be far worse than showing a little weakness.

“Uh ... actually ... you still there?” I asked in a defeated tone, half hoping not to get an answer.

“Yes!” came her immediate response. Despite me thinking about this for quite a while before deciding to call out to her, she didn’t sound like she had moved even a single step away from the door. Interesting.

“Could you come in and ... help me with the Rib Brace?”

The door opened and she stepped inside.

“Sure!” She said, as she took note of the room. I removed the wet bandaids, dabbed the areas dry with a clean towel and inspected the wounds, but Claire suddenly told me to wait before rushing out of the bathroom. She came back a minute later with big adhesive gauze pads that were also waterproof.

“Huh. I didn’t even think of something like that when I was at the pharmacy.” I remarked. “Thank you!”

She leaned down, placed the pads on the wounds and made sure they sat tight. Then she took the Rib Brace from the cabinet and wrapped me back up. Instead of leaving, however, she let her hand roam over my abs, leaned further down, and placed a kiss on them.

“My pleasure, Baby.” she said with a big smile, before turning and leaving the bathroom.

I just stared at her back. That kiss on my abs, and her calling me ‘Baby’ just like Tess had always done, rocked something in my memories, bringing me back to the supposed dream I had a few days earlier. My mind was racing like on that fateful day I discovered the family orgies.

When I finally came downstairs and looked for Uncle John, I saw Claire standing in the kitchen, and used the opportunity to take a critical look at her.

Her breasts were bigger, but shaped like a teardrop, like Tess’ were. The rest of her body was remarkably similar to Tess’ as well. Same height, similar proportions. Tess had that mature voluptuousness going for her, since she knew perfectly well what she had to offer and how to use those assets, while Claire had an admittedly hot Mom-bod. Claire’s hair was blond, while Tess’ was black, but it was almost the same length as it reached just a little below their shoulders, and she often wore it in the same Ponytail Tess had preferred, especially when she did housework. Claire’s eyes were blue-green, while Tess’ were brown, but the rest of her face also showed remarkable similarities. Thinking about it, with Mom working in a law firm, and Tess being ... having been an accountant, they even utilized a similar dress code.

Tess, the only woman I had ever loved, was a lot older than me, like my mother, looked a lot like my mother, and even had the very same body type as my mother.

While I was sure Aunt Danielle would have a field day with that realization, I was occupied with a more pressing matter. Did my mother blow me while I was half asleep and doped up? Just as I was asking myself that question, Uncle John joined my side and asked if I was ready to go. Looking past him, I noticed Aunt Danielle sitting in the living room trying not to look at me.

“Sure. Let’s get moving.” I said.

After we had been on the road for a few minutes, Uncle John started talking.

“You know, Tim ... Danny is seriously hurt since yesterday.” he said before waiting for a response. When I didn’t give him any, he pushed ahead. “She thinks she screwed up with you.”

“Yes.” I just said.

“‘Yes’? That’s it?” he asked, a little upset.

“Well, she’s right. And to say it in the words of my favorite Spider Man: ‘I missed the part where that’s my problem’.” I dismissed his attempt at making me feel responsible for his wife’s wellbeing.

“I can’t believe you really mean that!” he almost shouted.

“What the fuck do you want from me, John? You think I’m happy with my life!? You think I’m glad my own family excluded and ignored me for years, to the point I just wanted out of it? Or that I enjoyed watching all of you have a merry time while I work up to forty hours a week in addition to school, just so I could pay rent and buy food!? And your wife watched it all happen and willingly ignored the signs she, of all people, should’ve noticed. I’m not gonna make shit up or put myself down even further just to make her feel better about herself.” I explained exasperatedly.

“But, Tim, she’s trying to make amends for that! She’s been showing up in your office every week for the last year, trying to explain and apologize, but you just keep blowing her off! You need to give her a chance!”

“Why do I need to?” God, that man pissed me off! At least the rising anger counteracted my fatigue. “She doesn’t need to apologize, her words mean nothing to me! It’s actions I’m hoping for. Like, instead of trying to explain her bullshit reasons to ME, she should be working on YOU to finally realize how YOU all broke this. But even if she does, what’s her sudden motivation? Because after she learned I’m fuckable when seeing me at the gym, I’m suddenly worth being part of your family, and somehow supposed to be thankful for it!? Did it ever occur to you, that that’s not what I want from my ‘family’? And don’t buy into her shit of me just being filled with anger, like she claimed in the hospital. Yes, I’m angry, but that’s not why you can all go fuck yourselves. You can all go fuck yourselves, because the last four years have proven to me who you are as a person.”

“It’s that bad between us, huh?” he asked ruefully.

“I had that conversation with your sister just yesterday. I’m not trying to hurt any of you or get back at you. It’s just ... Yes! It’s that bad between us! And it took you four damn years to notice. I really don’t know why I should even try and work on this. Whatever ‘this’ even is anymore, since I had enough time to learn how to care for myself, so I no longer feel any need or desire to have any of you in my life.”

“Not ‘your mother’, but ‘my sister’...” he sighed, “But you are helping us right now. If there is no relationship left, why would you do that?”

“I told you all yesterday. Self-preservation. I am NOT going into a Group Home for almost a year, and risk losing my job and apartment, just because they’re unable to take responsibility for literally fucking up their Golden Boy. I mean...”

I sighed as he waited for me to continue. I wanted to let him know what was going on, make him see what my problem was. Despite what I told them, and myself, I WAS hoping for this to somehow work out. Of course I wanted a family that gave a shit about me! Yes, since I was now seventeen, I could at least try to get emancipated, cut all ties and take care of myself, but why the fuck did I even have to consider that? Coming home to an empty apartment wasn’t exactly filling me with joy!

The problem was, if they still didn’t see the reason for our estrangement by now, I had little hope I could make them see it at all. And depending on what would be needed to finally open their eyes and make them question their values, I didn’t know if it was worth the effort.

But mainly, I had to stop getting my hopes up just to be fucked over by Ava presenting me another penis pump. Or Claire once again deciding it’s too much of a hassle to talk to me. Or Aaron remembering that he still has no interest in my geek stuff. Or Granny and Gramps leaving for yet another cruise after declaring how much they want us to be closer. I had to know they actually changed and weren’t just putting up an act before I could even think about risking it.

“Let me ask you a question.” I said. “And, please, think about it and try to give me an honest answer.”

“Okay?” His voice held apprehension.

“A year ago, when you found out that this family not only forgot about my sixteenth birthday, but that you all actually did get together to celebrate without me, you and Danielle put me on the spot the following Thanksgiving. Despite me asking you not to do it, you two had to try and make the rest of the family remember it. At that moment, when nothing you tried to make them come around worked, you must’ve realized how bad things had gotten. At least that was the impression I got from Danielle when she caught me by the door afterwards.”

“Yes.” he injected ruefully.

“Then how come you didn’t try for longer than one lousy dinner?” He gave me a shocked look, but quickly had to put his eyes on the road again. “Or at least change how you yourself treated me? But most important of all, after both of you realized how bad it was, and how bad it affected me, how come you simply came to terms with it as the new normal, forgot my next birthday as well, and did the exact same thing as the year before?”

The asshole had really never realized that little bit. He thought about it for a while and tried to say something a few times, but, just like with Claire so many times before, the words simply never came out of his mouth. So I kept talking, trying to point him at what was hurting me the most in all this.

“You know, last year, when Granny called me for my sixteenth to congratulate me, she was quite confused when nobody had told me about your get-togethers. I know she demanded of Claire to fix our relationship, but when that didn’t happen, what stopped you and Danielle from introducing me to the fun? Or taking me in? Or do anything else to help me? What was it that made all of you simply fucking forget about me? If you still can’t figure it out ... try to remember what you were doing on ALL of my forgotten birthdays. You might want to have a talk with your daughter about that, before she leaves for college and learns that she’s unable to keep a boyfriend who doesn’t just want to fuck her.”

The rest of the drive was quiet. The way Danielle was hounding me made me hope she may had finally understood what they all did after getting lost in their lust. What they had willingly sacrificed for their sexual satisfaction. But if she did, she should know how hard it would be, and how long it would take, to get it back. And how hard it would be for me to believe them. Though, the way John was talking about her, and how he couldn’t give me answers right away, meant that I was either wrong about Danielle’s insight, or she simply hadn’t told him.

After arriving at the firm, John went directly to Bill’s office. I went down to the basement, sat down at my computer, and spent the next four hours reviewing the new releases of wireless surveillance systems. About Twelve PM, when I was just thinking about taking a lunch break, Bill called me into his office. I didn’t expect to find not only him, but also Claire, Aaron, John, and Danielle in there.

“Aright, Kid. John filled me in this morning.” Bill said instead of a greeting.

“He did?” I asked, throwing John a surprised look. I did not think they would tell him everything. At least, I surmised, he didn’t know what exactly the videos Logan was being blackmailed with showed. I had to treat lightly.

“They also tell me you have some kind of plan? Care to share?” he asked without acknowledging my questioning look at John.

“Okay” I sighed, trying to sort through all the ideas and plans I came up with last night. “I gained full control over the laptop of the sports bar’s owner. I have complete access to all the files on it and his backup drives, and already found the videos on both. He’s one of those people who think Windows File History equals backups, and I couldn’t find any hidden drives on the computer, so I’m confident there won’t be any surprises. I’m going to spend the next week connecting to every device in their network and make sure the videos aren’t also on any phones, tablets, cloud storages or shared through other means.”

I looked around, waiting for anyone to ask questions. But none came up, yet. So, I continued.

“Yesterday, I said I’d brick every device and drive I’d find the videos on, but thinking about it, that would raise unneeded suspicions. I think it would be easier to avoid retaliation if his ‘backup’-drives and only the video files on the devices were corrupted. Looks more like a hardware failure than sabotage.”

“Sounds good so far. That’s why you intend to actually pay Logan’s debt? To make sure they have less reason to come after you all after you got rid of their kompromat?” Bill commented.

“Exactly. Claire was supposed to get the money from the bank.”

“Yes! I got it. And here’s the pouch you asked for.” she said, laying it on the small table.

“Perfect. So, next weekend I’ll place one of my actual business cards in that pouch, so he knows I work in a sizable security firm, and make the drive over to Austin in one of those nice armored SUVs. That should further deter them from trying anything stupid afterwards. Just before I’ll enter the bar, I’ll run the script on my C&C-server. It’ll send the command to the malware I have installed on their devices to replace all the copies of the videos, and a random selection of his other personal files, with corrupted files they can neither use nor restore. The copies on external drives would be replaced as soon as he connects them to any device infected with my malware.”

“Why do you have to make the drive yourself? You’re hurt!” Claire asked, her almost whining voice made sure everyone knew about her concern for my safety, and was met with general approval. I had a hard time refraining from admiring her acting skills.

“Because I’m the best suited to do it even while hurt. Who do you wanna send instead? Maybe John, who knows nothing about all this? Or your husband, who basically shut down when confronted with these guys? Your Golden Boy, who caused all this shit and will probably get a beating just for entering the place? Or would you rather send Ava or go yourself, after these guys all but dragged you two into their car when you met them in the parking lot?” I asked impatiently, earning me insulted and scared looks all around.

“Fine! Let Bill and his guys handle it!” Aaron protested.

“In case you forgot, I am one of Bill’s guys. I’ve been working and training with them for two years now. But there’s more to consider. I don’t want to give them any more reason to think of us as lucrative targets to extort. Of course, showing up with eight grand in cash in an armored car could do just that. But being able to hire people that can handle the whole thing for us would send a way worse message. Bill isn’t cheap.”

“I love you too, Kid.” Bill commented in played coyness, causing me to smirk.

“Still, I don’t like it!” Claire said, like the whole plan would fly out the window just because she didn’t approve.

“No, Mrs. Brown, your Kid is right. He knows how to handle himself and he’s the only one who knows how to look for the videos you’re worried about. Trust him, we trained him well.” Bill tried to reassure her. Then switched his attention back to me. “How do you want to make sure you got them all?” Bill finally asked.

“I think when he has the money, he’ll either talk about interest again or try to blackmail me with the videos. Either way, I’ll play dumb, laugh it off, and tell him to show me at least one of the videos. If I missed even a single copy anywhere, he’ll find it! Worst case, we’re back to where we started. If he doesn’t find any, I’ll know we’re in the clear.”

“Tim. What makes you think they won’t just beat the crap out of you when they find all the copies mysteriously corrupted? They’ll surely suspect something’s up.” John asked.

“That’s why I’m not just corrupting the videos, but also some of his other files, so it’s less targeted. But in the end, I’m kinda hoping I can just play dumb at that point and he won’t figure out that I’m actually just paying to make sure we got every copy. Like, ‘Why would I show up in person, with eight grand in cash, if I could’ve just deleted the files?’ ... something like that.”

Once again, they all thought about my explanations and most of them accepted the plan. Not all of them, though. Claire looked like she was ready to protest yet again. While I dismissed her concern as just another act in the beginning, she was so persistent that I started to actually believe her. It kind of made me happy to see her finally worry about me. But the timing was a little inconvenient in this situation, so I had to try and convince her.

“Stop worrying so much. Keep in mind, I’m the one who took on three of those guys and lived to boast about it.” I said.

“Says the guy who needed help lifting his coffee cup afterwards.” I heard Claire quietly comment with her arms crossed in front of her chest. It caused most of us to chuckle, but that didn’t seem to be the reaction she had intended.

“Seriously, though. I also think you don’t have to go alone. Take two of the boys with you.” Bill offered. “They can wait in the car and out of sight to not raise any suspicion, but if shit hits the fan, they can come running.”

“And what’s that gonna cost me?” I asked him, with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re one of us now, don’t worry about paying extra.” He smiled, and I was almost touched. “I’ll just deduct it from your next bonus.”

“Stingy old bastard.” I commented under my breath, causing him to laugh.

“So ... contingency plan. Any ideas?” Bill asked and I sighed again.

“I spent last night going through his files and found a lot of interesting stuff. Basically, I managed to compile an almost complete guide to their whole operation. There’s enough material to somewhat prove every aspect of it. I’m sure I’ll get the complete picture by the weekend. I’ll put it all on a USB-Stick and leave it in your office when I pick up the SUV for the drive. As long as I can just get rid of the videos, they...” I pointed at the family “ ... can let the police take care of those guys if anything comes up afterwards.”

“What!?” Aaron asked, shocked. “If you have something like that, why not use that from the beginning instead of going through with that dangerous plan?”

“Well, Mr. Brown,” Bill answered, “I took the liberty of asking around after John left this morning. Of course we don’t know anything for certain, otherwise those guys would already be in processing. But, as far as I can tell right now, gambling is only one of his business ventures. Smurfing dirty money through his bar seems to be his regular main business. Though he also shoots porn with ... uh ... less than voluntary women in the main role, if you understand what I’m saying. The people he cleans the cash for are way worse than him, though, so he has contacts to send after you if he doesn’t get what he wants, even from prison. Tim’s approach of getting him off your back, while offending him as little as possible, is the best approach. We should only use that evidence and the police as a last resort.”

“Is telling me just what kind of scum my son is planning to meet supposed to calm me down!?” Claire said heatedly.

“There is yet another angle to this, Mrs. Brown.” Bill continued. “Gambling is illegal in this state. That means both sides, the bookies and the gamblers, go to jail. It is highly unlikely the police wouldn’t uncover your oldest Son’s involvement with these people.”

“Oh ... Logan.” Aaron said, sinking back into the small armchair he was sitting in, while Claire let out a resigning sigh. “Yeah. I didn’t think of that.”

Bill threw me a glance. I just shrugged my shoulders while trying to keep my expression neutral, but when Bill saw that, his expression went from sympathetic to thoughtful. At least Danielle seemed to understand what just happened, because she looked at Claire and Aaron with knitted brows.

The entire time it’s ’This is too dangerous for you!’, or ’What happens to you if it goes wrong?’, but as soon as they realized their Golden Boy could possibly have to take responsibility for his own actions, all concerns about the dangers the plan held for me went out the window!

“Well, if that’s all taken care of, I’ll make my way home now, Boss.” I concluded and left without waiting for an answer. I was sure Bill understood already.

I went to my office, shut everything down, grabbed my stuff and made my way outside. The parents had waited for me and offered to take me home, which I accepted. Nobody attempted to speak during the quiet ride.

The sports bar had already opened its doors to let guests in, so I could finally identify the employees’ devices through their WiFi. I was absolutely exhausted from the all-nighter and my chest and stomach were killing me, to the point where I was asking myself if hitting Logan had hurt me more than him. So, after I had searched their Phones for the videos, I decided to take a little nap until lunchtime. I popped another Ibuprofen, leaned the backrest of my chair back, and closed my eyes.

I don’t know for sure how long I had been lying in the chair, but I was woken up by a soft feminine voice, accompanied by a small hand gently stroking my right cheek. When I opened my eyes, I recognized Granny.

“Is it lunchtime already?” I asked dozily and confused, I felt like I had just closed my eyes.

“Lunchtime? Pumpkin, dinner is ready.” she smiled at me.

Dinnertime meant that I was out for hours! When I tried to move, however, I knew why I still felt anything but well rested. These gaming chairs are not meant to be slept in. Now, in addition to my chest and stomach, my back hurt too, and my legs were numb. I tried to get up but could only do so sluggishly and accompanied by groaning noises not befitting my young age. Granny even had to hold me steady so I wouldn’t fall face first into my desk.

“Thanks. I think I’m gonna move over to the bed and sit this meal out. See you at breakfast.” I said, as I scuffed over to my bed, laid down slowly without bothering to take my clothes off, and was back to sleep within seconds.

It didn’t last long, though. I was again woken up, but this time by two pairs of hands pulling my clothes off. When I opened my eyes, I saw it was Claire and Granny, both smiling at me when noticing me watching in confusion.

“Sleep, Baby.” Claire whispered. “We’ll just get you out of those street clothes and under your covers real quick.”

I accepted that and closed my eyes again. While there was no way I could fall asleep with all the tugging going on, I could recognize that they were careful to not strain any of my injuries. I appreciated that. When they were done, both of them gave me a kiss on the cheek, but only Granny left. Claire lifted my covers, slipped under them, laid down to my right, and cuddled up next to me with her head on my shoulder.

I was simply too damn tired to argue.

“Baby?” She asked after a few minutes, in a whisper that was barely more than a simple breath. When I didn’t answer, she continued. “I know I’m a coward for only telling you this when you’re barely conscious from your painkillers, but I have to confess something.”

She thought I was drugged up again. I wasn’t. Last time I had a halfway decent night of sleep was a week ago, before the injuries kept waking me up whenever I moved in my sleep. Then I had that blowjob dream with ‘Tess’ costing me half the night, and now I had pulled the all-nighter. I was just fucking exhausted!

“The first night you were back from the hospital, I wanted to check on you. I was so scared the whole time you were in surgery, I just had to see you were Okay. But you thought I was Tess, and you talked to me like you hadn’t in so long. I know it’s my own fault. I know I’ll have to work hard to repair our relationship. But when you talked and behaved so familiar and affectionate with me ... I didn’t care you were thinking of Tess. I wanted that for myself, too. So, I ... just played the part. And I used it to keep you talking.”

The whole time, she was maintaining the barely above a whisper voice. She sounded genuinely conflicted about using my memory of Tess to get information from me. I decided to let her talk.

“I had to know why you would protect us even though we haven’t given you any reason to care about us in so long. I had to know if there was even the tiniest glimmer of hope for redemption. And you gave it to me.” I could actually hear the smile on her face as she talked about that part. “You can’t imagine how happy I was, Baby. But then ... things happened. And I ... may ... took advantage of you in a different way.”

It really was her. My mother had sucked me off while I was half asleep and doped up. I didn’t know how I should feel about that. On one hand, I seriously disliked them all. Though they did seem sincere in their efforts to fix our relationship, they kept doing or saying things that undermined that impression, and I just wasn’t sure how long it would last this time. On the other hand, why would she lie now, if she really thought I was asleep and wouldn’t remember this in the morning? Also, the way her lips had felt on my cock as she brought me to a climax was fucking fantastic.

“At first I just wanted to relieve you. You went through so much pain for us, I just had to give you something back, but I didn’t think I’d ever get another chance. But then ... you said you loved me. You still meant it for Tess, but hearing the words out of your mouth, with nobody but me around to hear them ... I realized how long it was since we said those words to each other. And how much I missed hearing them from you.”

The tone of her voice changed once again. I thought she was crying again.

“I promise you, Baby! I will do whatever it takes to get you back into our lives. Whatever you want from me, I will gladly do it for you if it means you might see me as your Mom again some day. And Baby?” she asked, caressing my cheek, and taking a stuttering breath that made it clear she was indeed crying. “I am so sorry you had to deal with Tess’ death all by yourself. I can’t even imagine how much you must’ve been hurting all that time with none of us even noticing. I will never forgive myself for not seeing that pain.”

I believed her. For now. She would have to prove this would last and wasn’t just about a temporary guilt trip. My opinion of them was so low at that point, I even thought it possible she was only doing this to keep me happy until Logan’s Bookie was taken care of. I actually half expected it all to stop again as soon as she would have confirmation of the videos being gone. But I believed her. For now. So, I pulled her tightly into me, and kissed her on the forehead.

I was so tired I could barely move and simply remained in that position for a while, with my lips pressed onto her forehead and my nose nested into her hair. Until she lifted her face, placed both her hands on my cheeks and a soft kiss directly on my lips. I hated to admit it, but I realized at that moment just how starved for affection I really was. I didn’t want to enjoy the closeness, but I couldn’t help myself. Then she moved her head back, her hands still holding my face with her right thumb gently stroking my cheek, and she spoke in that barely audible, breathy whisper again.

“My baby. Tell me what you need. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Please! I need to know if there’s some way to show you how much I really care, before the pills wear off and you go back to hating me again.”

I thought about that for a moment, but there was no doubt in my mind she would not accept most of what came to mind. Instead, it would lead to a lengthy discussion about reconciliation, and I needed sleep! I finally answered her in the same whisper, but mine was more sleepy than breathy.

“Stay.”

I was sure, if I gave her this, she would just accept it without discussion. And if I was honest, that actually was the only way they could prove their sincerity to me. By not leaving me out or pushing me away again when they didn’t need me anymore.

“You ... want me to sleep here with you, Baby?” she asked almost in wonder.

“I move a lot when I sleep alone. No one to hold me in place. Moving around hurts. Keeps waking me up.” I explained.

Again, I literally heard the smile when she answered.

“Yes, I’d love to cuddle with my baby Boy! If it’ll help you get a good rest, all the better!”

She draped herself over my uninjured side. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her face nested in the nape of my neck, her right thigh draped over my hip, and her lower right leg leading down in between my legs. I thoroughly enjoyed this sensation. She felt so soft, and warm, and that long forgotten scent of my Mom filled my nose.

Occasionally she would place soft kisses in the nape of my neck where her face rested, causing goosebumps to spread from there down my back. The minute movements of her thigh that was lying on my groin, every time she would kiss my neck, also started to have an unconscious effect on me. I was just relaxing more and more, while my dick was getting more and more tense.

Slowly, the nails of her right hand lightly scraped over my lower stomach and her thigh rubbed against my erection, pulling my shorts down in tiny increments with each stroke. Her mouth was so close to my ear, I could hear her hot breath getting faster. When she started carefully humping her crotch against my hip, the waistband was lowered far enough I could feel the dampness of her panties against my bare skin.

When she couldn’t hold back anymore, she lowered her right hand from my stomach to the waistband of my shorts, but paused there. I could feel her let out a long, wet and hot breath as she whispered directly into my ear again.

“Mhhhhh, Baby! You are so hard again. Did you get excited for your Mom?”

She pushed her fingertips into my shorts, letting them touch the tip of my dick, spreading my leaking precum over her fingers. Then she pulled her hand out again, lifted it to her mouth, and placed a wet kiss on the fingertips covered in my lubrication. She moaned before speaking again.

“Baby, let me do this for you. Not as Tess. As your Mother. Let me, as your Mom, take care of your need.” she whispered, before lowering her hand again and pushing it back into my shorts. This time she pushed her whole hand in, carefully grabbed my rock hard cock, and then pressed her thigh onto it again.

“Please, Baby. Just this once. Please allow me to do this. Let your Mother love you. Let Mommy pleasure you.” she whispered, and I broke.

Did I want to allow this? Did I want this to happen? I was undeniably aroused, and this obviously meant a lot more to her than to me. I felt the same conflict as the day before, when I sat in front of my laptop while Claire massaged my shoulders and Grandma caressed my neck. On one hand, I enjoyed it, no sense in denying it. On the other hand, though, I didn’t want them to believe they could exploit my need for intimacy to fix what they broke, since they were the ones responsible for that need in the first place.

In the end, however, I reached the same conclusion I had arrived on when she started massaging my shoulders. If she wanted to serve me, why should I refuse myself that pleasure? This wasn’t about her getting what she wanted, it was about me getting something out of this whole mess for myself.

I nodded my approval, and that was enough for her.

She lifted her thigh from my groin and pulled my shorts off completely, then took off her bra. She laid back down next to me, into the very same position she was in before. She grabbed my cock back into her hand and started stroking, painfully slow. Her naked, hard nipples were pressed into my chest, and her breathing was hot in my ear as the pleasure slowly built up.

“Thank you, Baby! I love how your cock feels. Let your Mom give you pleasure. Let Mommy take care of her boy!” she breathed, and my cock twitched. Something she immediately picked up on. “You like it when your Mommy talks dirty, Baby? I love you so much! Your Mommy loves her baby boy so fucking much!”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking like that for herself, overcompensating for neglecting her youngest child, or if she was just desperately playing on whatever indication for pleasure she got from me. When my dick twitched as she called herself ‘Mommy’, that must have seemed like I really enjoyed it. I certainly did. This was heaven! This hand job with dirty talk from my mother was better than the silent blowjob from ‘supposed Tess’.

“I love you, Baby.” she said before kissing my neck again, increasing the strength of her grip on my cock. “I love you so much.” she said before kissing my ear, increasing the speed of her hand going up and down my shaft.

“Mommy will make you feel good now. Like she should have so many times already.” she said, and, without letting go of my cock, carefully slid her right leg over my hips.

When she was fully straddling me, she pulled my cock up and pressed it against her panty clad but sopping wet crotch, moving her hips back and forth to grind herself against me. Then she did something I wasn’t prepared for. She reached down with her left hand and slid the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing her smoothly shaven and dripping pussy. Her hand reached down further, spreading her pussy lips, before her right hand pulled my cock up against it. My shaft was pressed along her slit in between her labia, and then she started the same rocking motion with her hips as before, covering the entire length of my shaft in her juices.

“I’ll do anything for you, Baby. Mommy refused her little boy for so long. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you forgive me. You can’t imagine how scared I was of losing you. I never want to feel that way again. I need my Baby boy back in my life...” she paused shortly before continuing with conviction. “ ... I need my Baby boy back in me!”

And after she said that last part, she lifted her hips and used the hand holding my cock to push its head to her opening. She moaned as she felt my tip slip into her hole. With just the tip lodged inside her, she leaned forward onto her arms after planting them to either side of my head, and started circulating her hips, teasing what was about to happen. Her breasts dangling in front of my face, her dark nipples protruding. I lifted my hand and grabbed her right breast, guiding it to my mouth to engulf her nipple with my lips while my left hand found its way to her ass. Her breathing grew ragged as I sucked on her nipple and circled it with my tongue.

“Yes, my baby, just like you did years ago. Suckle on Mommy’s breasts. Just enjoy it. Mommy will do all the work and take care of you. Let Mommy take away your pain.”

I couldn’t contain myself anymore. This was too much stimulation and I lost myself in the pleasure. I gently pushed her hip down, signaling her to finally lower herself onto my rod so I could enter her completely. She readily complied and I felt overwhelming pleasure as I was engulfed by a hot wet vice. She wasn’t nearly as tight as Tess was, but with the dirty talk and assurances of affection she kept whispering to me, it was even better.

“Whatever you want from me, Baby, whichever part of my body you desire, you can have it!” she moaned. “Do you enjoy it? Do you like the feeling of Mommy’s Pussy wrapped around her big boy’s cock? To be back inside your Mommy?”

Her breath was gasping as she slowly rode me. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her, never attempting to take my full length like Tess would have done, maybe just the first three or four inches. Tess would have slammed herself down on me immediately to try and feel as much of me as possible. The way Claire did it, her mouth kept hovering over mine so we could share soft kisses during our coupling. The pleasure was incomparable. This was a completely new experience for me. It was loving and savoring, contrary to the animalistic and rough sex Tess had always preferred.

“I was too caught up in the sex. I favored your siblings because they gave me pleasure. I’m so sorry for that. I don’t want to get you back into my life just to make the same mistake again and hurt your siblings instead. I want this to be special. Not just carnal desire.”

I couldn’t help but wonder: Wasn’t she doing the exact thing she apparently didn’t want to do, at this very moment? Getting lost in her lust? But then the pleasure overtook me again.

She was moaning like crazy, leaned her body slightly forward again, and rocked her hips so her clit would rub directly against my rigid shaft, until her body started shaking. She let out a drawn-out moan the entire time her pussy was spasming around my cock and her chest was jerking, causing her breasts to wildly jiggle in front of my face. Her juices were drenching my legs and hips in her scent. When she finally calmed down, she started moving her wet pussy again, leaned forward, and I felt her hot breath in my ear as she whispered to me.

“Baby! You made Mommy so happy! How do you want me to finish you off? You could fill your Mommy up with your sperm! Shoot it deep inside me. Or do you want to cover your Mom in your Cum? Spray it all over my face, tits and body, marking me as your new playmate? Or do you want Mommy to take your cock deep into my throat, until you explode into my mouth, making your Mommy swallow all of her baby’s baby batter? Whatever you want, just tell me!”

“Oh fuck!” I pressed out through gritted teeth, unable to hold back any longer after hearing those words leave her mouth.

I wrapped both arms around her torso to hug her tightly, before moving my right hand down to her hips. She immediately understood that I did not want to pull out of her, dropped herself onto my hips so my cock was buried as deep inside her as it possibly could be, let out a little squeal, and started rapidly rocking her hips back and forth.

“Yes Baby! Cum for Mommy! Fill Mommy with your cum! I love you so much, Baby! Shoot your entire load deep into the place that made you! It’s waiting for you!”

And I did. The feeling of coming inside her, as she encouraged me with that filthy depraved language, only interrupted by moans of pleasure upon feeling my cock twitch inside her, was more intense than anything I had ever experienced or imagined. The feeling of release was so powerful, my legs were jerking with each jet of cum I shot into her channel. She took all of it with pleasure. The entire massive load I deposited into her, and I loved it. She just kept moving on my lap throughout my orgasm, intensifying the pleasure I felt even further and prolonging it as much as possible.

“Yes! YES! Fill Mommy up, Baby! Let it all out inside of me! Keep shooting me full of my Babyboy’s CuuUUUUM!” She screamed. I wasn’t sure if feeling me flood her insides pushed her over the edge of another orgasm, or if it just intensified her first one that was still ongoing. But I felt her folds ripple around my twitching cock stronger than before.

When my dick had finally shrunk so much it slipped out of her, she refused to simply stop. She laid down between my legs, her butt pointing in the air again, and cleaned me up. She licked our combined juices off my dick, placed butterfly kisses all over my shaft, and then started rubbing her face all over it while moaning. Occasionally she sucked on the over-sensitive tip again, causing my legs to uncontrollably twitch and moans to escape my mouth. She was like a woman mad with lust, who had finally, after years, gotten her release and was now showing her appreciation to the instrument of that pleasure.

There was no other word to describe it. My mother was literally worshiping my cock at that moment.

After a few minutes, she seemed to be satisfied and moved up the bed to lie back down next to me, placing kisses all the way up my body. She all but collapsed on me before cuddling in close, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head into her warm bosom. As we lay there, she stroked the back of my head and whispered declarations of love to me, occasionally kissing the top of my head.

I have no idea how, but this position was almost better than the sex I just had with my mother.