Sit back and strap in, this one is a long, hot ride.
Nora’s fingers dug into the steering wheel, her nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the leather. The phone pressed to her ear felt like a lump of burning coal, Michael’s voice crackling through with that same infuriating tone he always used when he thought she was being stupid.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, Michael,” she snapped, her voice trembling but sharp enough to cut glass. “I’ve tried everything you just said. It’s not starting.”
“Did you even check the battery connections?” His voice was tinny, impatient, and dripping with condescension. “Or are you just sitting there like a helpless little princess waiting for someone else to fix it?”
Her jaw clenched so hard she could feel the muscles in her neck tighten. “Yes, I checked the damn connections,” she lied, her throat dry as sandpaper. She hadn’t touched the hood. She didn’t care about the car. All she cared about was the fact that she couldn’t go back. Not to him. Not to that house. Not to the life where she was second best to their slutty neighbor who probably laughed at her behind her back. “Nothing’s working. I’ll just… stay here for the night. I’m already at Jack’s college." She swallowed hard, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. Not because she didn’t want to stay. Because she couldn’t bear the thought of going back. "I’ll sleep with Jack tonight.”
“Well, maybe you should try again,” he shot back, his tone rising. “Or do I have to drive down there and do it myself? Christ, Nora, it’s not rocket science.”
She let out a bitter laugh, her chest tightening. “Oh, sure, Michael. Because you’re such a genius, aren’t you? Except when it comes to keeping your dick in your pants.”
There was a beat of silence on the other end, and then his voice came back low and dangerous. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me.” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t care. The dam had broken, and all the anger she’d been swallowing for months came pouring out. “I found your texts, Michael. I saw the pictures. How long has it been? A year? Two? Or were you just waiting for me to catch you so you could finally stop pretending to give a shit about me?”
He scoffed, but she could hear the unease creeping into his tone. “You’re imagining things, Nora. You’re always looking for something to be mad about. Maybe if you weren’t so paranoid—”
“Paranoid?” she screamed, her voice echoing in the empty car. “You think I’m paranoid because I caught you screwing her? God, you’re pathetic. Do you even remember our anniversary last year? Or were you too busy bending her over while I was home alone next door?”
“That’s enough!” he roared, his voice booming through the speakers. “You want to talk about pathetic? How about the time you screamed Jack’s name while I was inside you? Huh? Was that my fault too?”
The memory hit her like a punch to the gut, hot shame flooding her cheeks. She gripped the wheel tighter, her knuckles white. “That was one time! And I was drunk! At least I didn’t make a habit of it like you did!”
“Oh, sure, because getting wasted and fantasizing about our son is totally normal behavior,” he sneered. “Real classy, Nora. Real motherly.”
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her temples. “At least I never cheated on you with the neighbor, you fat, worthless sack of shit! At least I didn’t lie to your face every day for years while you played house with her!”
“You think you’re innocent?” he shot back, his voice rising to match hers. “You think screaming ‘Jack!’ while I’m fucking you is something I can just forget? And now you're sleeping with him tonight. I bet your car is just fine and you're just lying to me so you can go fuck our son! You’re disgusting, Nora! You’re sick!”
Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “You're such a piece of shit!" she spat, her voice shaking with rage. “Maybe I will fuck Jack, just to piss you off, you cheating bastard! We’re done, Michael. The next time you see me will be with my lawyer to sign the divorce papers!”
She slammed her finger down on the end call button, cutting off whatever retort he was about to throw at her. The silence that followed was deafening. Her hands trembled as she tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She stared at the dashboard, the weight of twenty years crashing down on her all at once.
And then she screamed—a raw, guttural sound that tore through the quiet of the car. Her fists pounded against the steering wheel, each blow reverberating through her body until she slumped forward, her forehead resting against the cool leather. Tears streamed down her face, hot and unrelenting, as the reality of what she’d just done sank in.
It was over. All of it. The marriage. The lies. The pretense. And as much as it hurt, as much as it felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest, there was a strange, twisted sense of relief mixed in with the pain.
She sat there for what felt like hours, her mind racing, her body numb. And then, slowly, she straightened up, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was late. Too late to drive anywhere, even if she wanted to.
With a shaky breath, she reached for her purse and pulled out her keys. She stepped out of the car, the cool night air hitting her like a slap, and started walking back toward Jack’s dorm.
She didn’t look back.
“Mom?” He said when she knocked on his door. “Are you okay? I thought you left.”
Nora hesitated, her heart pounding. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. My car won’t start. I was just… trying to figure out what to do.”
Jack frowned, his brow furrowing. “Why didn’t you call Dad? He could’ve helped.”
Her stomach twisted at the mention of Michael. “I… did,” she admitted, her voice faltering. “He couldn’t fix it over the phone. Turns out, there are some things even he can’t solve.” The bitterness in her tone was impossible to hide. "Looks like I'm stuck here for the night. I'll call for a tow tomorrow."
Jack studied her for a moment, his piercing blue eyes searching hers. Even in the dim light, she could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders stiffened. He saw through her. Of course he did. He always had.
“Come inside,” he said finally, his voice gentle but firm. “It’s late. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”
Nora nodded, though the idea of facing another day filled her with dread. Jack stepped aside to let her in. The small space was sparsely furnished, a desk cluttered with textbooks and takeout containers, a futon, a miniature fridge, a bunk bed built into the wall, the top bunk empty, missing even a mattress. A single lamp glowed in the corner, casting soft shadows across the room.
“You can take my bed,” Jack offered. “I’ll crash on the futon.”
Nora shook her head, her throat tight. “No, sweetheart. I can’t kick you out of your own bed. The futon is fine for me.”
Jack’s expression softened, his lips curving into a small, lopsided smile. For a moment, he looked so much like the little boy she used to tuck into bed at night that it nearly broke her heart. “Mom, seriously. Take the bed. You need a good night’s sleep. Besides…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’ve spent enough nights on the couch.”
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. He knew. Somehow, he knew. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and this time, she didn’t try to stop them. Without thinking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. He tensed for a moment, surprised, but then his arms came around her, holding her tight.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Jack.”
His hand moved to cradle the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. “It’s okay, Mom,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
Nora clung to Jack, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as she breathed in his scent—clean and masculine, with a faint hint of cologne. His chest was firm against hers, his heartbeat steady and strong. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Her mind wandered back to that night, the one Michael had thrown in her face. The memory of screaming Jack’s name while Michael was inside her still burned with shame, but also... something else. Something forbidden.
Nora’s breath hitched as she pressed herself closer to Jack, her mind racing with memories she had tried so hard to hide. It wasn’t the first time she had thought of him this way—far from it. Over the past few years, something had shifted, like a slow, insidious tide creeping up on her until she was drowning in thoughts she couldn’t escape. He had changed. God, how he had changed. The little boy who used to cling to her hand at the park, who would crawl into her bed after a nightmare, had vanished. In his place stood a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that seemed to see straight through her.
She remembered the first time she noticed it. He had come home from basketball practice, shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest as he grabbed a drink from the fridge. She had been standing at the sink, washing dishes, when he walked by, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Her hands had stilled, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes traced the lines of his muscles, the way his body moved with a grace that was almost predatory. She had felt a flush creep up her neck, a warmth pooling low in her belly with an intensity that she hadn’t felt in years.
That night, alone in her bed, she had touched herself for the first time in months, her fingers slipping between her thighs as images of Jack filled her mind. His hands on her hips, his lips trailing down her neck, his voice rough and low as he whispered her name. She had cum hard, biting her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, shame and desire warring within her. But the shame hadn’t lasted long. Soon, the fantasies became more frequent, and more vivid. She would imagine him walking into the kitchen while she cooked, pressing her against the counter, his hands sliding under her shirt as he kissed her hungrily. She would picture him pulling her onto his lap while they watched TV, his cock hard beneath her as she ground against him, both of them pretending nothing was happening.
The fantasies grew darker, more explicit. She imagined kneeling in front of him, unbuttoning his pajama pants, and taking him into her mouth, savoring the taste of him as he groaned above her. She thought about him bending her over the couch, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her, filling her completely. She dreamed of waking up to find him in her bed, his body covering hers, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that left no room for doubt.
Every time Michael touched her, she closed her eyes and pretended it was Jack. Every time she came, it was Jack’s name on her lips, not her husband’s. And now, here she was, wrapped in his arms, the scent of him surrounding her, the heat of his body seeping into hers. Her heart pounded, her skin tingled, and she knew—she knew—that she couldn’t leave without tasting him, without feeling him, just once.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt, her nails digging into the fabric as she tilted her head back to look up at him. His eyes were dark and intense. For a moment, she thought he might pull away, might see the hunger in her gaze and recoil. But he didn’t. Instead, his grip on her tightened, his hand moving lower to rest on the small of her back, sending a shiver down her spine.
She pulled back slightly, her hands lingering on his arms as she looked up at him. His jawline was sharp, his lips full and inviting. God, when had he gotten so beautiful? Her heart raced as she realized how close they were standing, how easy it would be to tilt her head just a little and press her lips to his.
Did she dare? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she squashed them down, as she always did when she was near Jack. No. Fantasies were one thing, but acting on them was going too far.
Even still, she found herself planning how she would do it, if she were to finally let herself indulge. Her plan was simple, get him drunk, as well as herself, then fuck his brains out. It was beautiful in its simplicity. No straight man on earth could refuse a naked woman throwing herself at him, even if that woman was his mother, especially if that woman was his mother for many of them. And the alcohol would provide plausible deniability if things went wrong. She let herself imagine slowly undressing for him, his eyes turning from shock to desire. She imagined pressing her naked body against him, feeling his hard cock against her.
She pulled herself away from him, and away from her fantasy. She didn't have the courage. She never did.
"Do you have anything to drink?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “And I mean the hard stuff. And don’t tell me you don’t have any, I know what college is like.”
Jack hesitated, his cheeks flushing pink. “Uh… yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He turned and opened the freezer of his mini-fridge, pulling out a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka. “Sorry, no glasses,” he said, holding it out to her.
Nora took the bottle, her fingers brushing against his. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she quickly lifted the bottle to her lips, taking a long swig. The alcohol burned her throat, but it was exactly what she needed—liquid courage.
“Don’t need them,” she said, smirking and handing the bottle back to him. “I need to get drunk. Know any drinking games we can play?”
Jack raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her sudden shift in mood. “Uh… sure,” he said slowly, taking a cautious sip from the bottle. “Truth or Dare? Or maybe Never Have I Ever?”
Nora’s pulse quickened as Jack handed her the bottle of vodka, their fingers brushing for a moment. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol filled the air, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She took a long swig, the burn in her throat calming her.
She thought about her choices. Truth or Dare seemed too risky, too bold, and too many chances for things to go wrong. But Never Have I Ever would be a great opportunity to share some quality time with her son, learning about his life at college the past few months, while also giving her an opportunity to share things about herself, make him see her as a woman with her own passions and desires rather than just a mom.
“Never Have I Ever sounds fun,” Nora said, her voice light but laced with a nervous edge. She patted the spot beside her on the futon, her stomach fluttering when Jack sat down, his thigh brushing hers. The room was quiet except for the hum of the mini-fridge and the occasional footsteps echoing down the hall outside. She could feel the warmth of his body so close to hers, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Focus, Nora, she told herself, though her mind was already racing ahead, imagining what might happen if she let herself go even just a little.
Jack grinned, taking the bottle back and tipping it to his lips. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Never have I ever… skipped class.”
Nora rolled her eyes but laughed, reaching for the bottle. “Guilty,” she admitted, taking a sip. The vodka burned, but not as much as the first swallow had. She smirked, leaning slightly closer, her knee brushing his. “Never have I ever… cheated on a test.”
Jack groaned, taking another drink. His cheeks flushed faintly, and he avoided her gaze. “Once. But it was for a class I hated. And I regretted it immediately.”
She chuckled, the sound soft and warm. “I won’t tell your professors,” she teased, nudging him with her elbow. Her heart raced as their arms touched, the heat of his skin seeping through his shirt. She could smell his cologne, subtle but intoxicating, and it made her head spin. God, he smells good. “Your turn.”
He thought for a moment, his brow furrowing. “Never have I ever… gotten a tattoo.”
Nora’s eyes lit up, and she reached for the bottle again. Her fingers trembled slightly as she wrapped them around the neck. “Oh, I have one,” she said, her tone playful. “A little butterfly on my ass."
Jack’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a surprised laugh. “No way. You? A tattoo? I can’t picture it.”
Her cheeks warmed, but she held his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said, her voice teasing but with an undercurrent of something more. Her fingers traced the rim of the bottle absently, her mind wandering. What else don’t you know, Jack? What would you think if you knew how much I’ve fantasized about you? "I got it during a bachelorette party for your aunt. Your dad hated it. I came home all drunk and covered in oil from the male stripper.” She giggled, the memory flooding back—the laughter, the freedom, the way Michael had scowled when he saw the tiny butterfly peeking out from beneath her panties.
Jack guffawed and fell back onto the futon laughing, his whole body shaking with mirth. For a moment, he looked like the little boy she used to tickle until he couldn’t breathe. The sight made her chest ache with a strange mix of nostalgia and longing.
“My turn,” she said once they stopped laughing, her voice dropping slightly. She leaned closer, her knee pressing against his. “Never have I ever… had a crush on someone older than me.”
Jack froze, his cheeks flushing crimson. He hesitated, then reluctantly took a drink. Nora’s heart leaped. Interesting.
“Who was it?” she asked, leaning closer still, her breath catching as their legs pressed together. The scent of him—clean sweat, cologne, and something uniquely Jack—filled her senses. “Mrs. Henderson? Your math teacher? Oh God, not our neighbor, right?”
Jack groaned, shaking his head. “No way. And I’m not telling you.”
Her stomach twisted at the mention of the neighbor, but she forced a laugh. “Fine, keep your secrets. Your turn.”
He cleared his throat, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a safer direction. “Never have I ever… gone skinny dipping.”
Nora raised an eyebrow, amused. “Really? You’re nineteen and you’ve never gone skinny dipping?” She took a long drink, imagining swimming naked with him. “You’re missing out.”
Jack shrugged, his grin returning. “Guess I need to live a little more.”
“Maybe you do,” she murmured, giving him a smirk, and she took another sip of vodka to steady herself before handing him the bottle. Focus, Nora.
“My turn,” she said, her voice low. “Never have I ever… kissed someone in public.”
Jack blinked, then drank without hesitation. “Guilty,” he said, his tone casual. “High school prom. Under the bleachers.”
Nora laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Of course it was under the bleachers. Very cliché.”
“Hey, it’s tradition,” he shot back, grinning. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. God, he’s beautiful.
“Your turn,” she prompted, her voice softer now.
He thought for a moment, his expression turning mischievous. “Never have I ever… lied to get out of a date.”
Nora snorted, taking a drink. “Guilty. More than once.” She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing his. “Sometimes you just can't bring yourself to start something new, you know?”
Jack nodded, his gaze lingering on her face. “Yeah, I get that.” His voice was quiet and thoughtful, and she felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that. Not when I’m thinking what I’m thinking.
The room was warm, the air thick with the faint scent of vodka and the lingering musk of Jack’s cologne. Nora leaned back against the futon, her legs tucked beneath her, the bottle resting loosely in her hand. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted.
“Okay, my turn,” she said, taking a swig before handing him the bottle. “Never have I ever… stolen something.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, taking a swig before passing it back. “Guilty,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “But it was just a pack of gum from the corner store when I was twelve. I felt so bad about it that I went back and paid for it the next day.”
Nora chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, you rebel. A pack of gum? That’s adorable.” She took a sip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “When I was your age, I stole a bottle of tequila from a liquor store. Ran out of there like my life depended on it.”
Jack’s jaw dropped. “No way. You?”
She nodded, leaning forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “Yep. Me and my best friend, Lisa. We were stupid kids, thought we were invincible. Got drunk off that tequila in the park and ended up getting chased by a cop. We hid in a dumpster until he gave up.”
Jack burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking. “A dumpster? Mom, that’s disgusting!”
“Hey, desperate times,” she shot back, grinning. “Besides, it wasn’t that bad. At least it wasn’t full of garbage. Just… mostly empty.”
He shook his head, still chuckling. “I can’t believe you did that. You’re like a completely different person when you’re not being my ‘Mom.’”
Her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly masked it with another laugh. “Yeah, well, I'll always be your mom. I can be more than just that, though.” Realizing how suggestive what she had just said was, she took another drink, her throat burning as the alcohol slid down, hoping he didn't hear the offer in her words. “Your turn.”
Jack thought for a moment, his brow furrowing. “Never have I ever… gotten into a fight.”
Nora snorted, reaching for the bottle. “Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” She took a long pull, her mind drifting back to a memory she hadn’t thought about in years. “There was this girl in high school—Tiffany. Total mean girl. She spread some nasty rumors about me, so I confronted her in the cafeteria. Ended up throwing a plate of spaghetti at her. It was messy. And totally worth it.”
Jack stared at her, wide-eyed. “You threw spaghetti at someone? Seriously?”
“Yep,” she said, popping the ‘p.’ “And then she tried to come at me, but I tripped her and jumped on her, pulling her hair. We wrestled until Security dragged us apart. Her face was all bloody. I broke her nose.”
He let out a low whistle. “Damn, Mom. Remind me never to wrestle with you.”
She smirked, leaning closer, and placing her hand on his thigh. “Oh, I don't know,” she said. “I'm sure you could easily pin me if you wanted to." Aghast at herself, she took another drink to steady herself. "Your turn.”
Jack hesitated, his gaze flickering to her face before he looked away. “Never have I ever… kissed someone I shouldn’t have.”
Nora froze, her heart skipping a beat. She forced a laugh, though it sounded strained even to her own ears. “That’s… specific.” She took a slow sip, her mind racing. Jack took the bottle and drank as well, his cheeks flushing pink.
“Who was it?” she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of curiosity she couldn’t hide.
He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Uh… my roommate’s girlfriend. But it was just once. And it was a mistake.”
Nora raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How’d that happen?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We were at a party. Everyone was drunk. She kissed me, and I… didn’t stop her. Felt like shit afterward, though. Told my roommate the next day. He was pissed and asked for a transfer." He paused. "Actually, now that I think about it, I don't regret that kiss at all, since now I have this room all to myself, at least until they give it to someone else.”
She nodded. “Well, at least you were honest about it,” she said softly. “Most people wouldn’t have been.”
Jack shrugged, his expression somber. “Yeah, well, I figured he deserved to know. Even if it meant losing a friend.”
Nora reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re a good kid, Jack. Better than most. You make your mommy proud.”
He looked up at her, his blue eyes searching hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. Then he cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Your turn.”
She leaned back, her fingers tracing the rim of the bottle absently. “Never have I ever… slept with someone on the first date.”
Jack grinned and refused the bottle. “Innocent,” he said proudly. “My mama raised me better than that.”
Nora blushed, taking another drink. “Well, don't I feel like a hypocrite,” she said. She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. “You know, your dad and I slept together on our first date.”
Jack blinked, clearly surprised. “Really?”
She nodded, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. We were young and impulsive. I had had a crush on him forever. I thought it was fate, true love. I wanted to have a dozen of his babies. Turns out, true love doesn’t always last. Or maybe it was never true love." She took a long drink, blinking back tears.
His expression softened, and he reached out, putting his arm around her in a hug. “I’m sorry, Mom.”
She shook her head, forcing a smile. “Don’t be. It is what it is. Things have been sour between us for a while. I wanted more kids after you, but he didn't. So I wanted to continue with school and get my degree instead. He said we couldn't afford it. I wanted to move someplace new and see more of the world than just the town I was born in. He said he couldn't leave his job. There's been resentment growing between us for a long time. But we just stuck to it, both of us too stubborn to see we weren't right for each other.” She took another drink, the warmth spreading through her chest. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Or maybe it was only me. But I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to even think of it. Your turn.”
Jack hesitated, his gaze lingering on her face. After a long moment, he spoke as if she hadn't just ruined the moment, for which she silently thanked him and loved him all the more. “Never have I ever… fantasized about someone I shouldn’t.”
Nora’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening. She stared at him, her mind racing. Does he know? Can he tell? She forced herself to laugh, though it sounded hollow. “That’s… quite the question.”
He shrugged, his cheeks flushing. “Just trying to keep things interesting.”
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the bottle. “Well, I guess I’ll drink to that,” she said, lifting it to her lips. The vodka burned, but it was nothing compared to the heat flooding her cheeks.
Jack watched her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. Then he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Your turn.”
She set the bottle down, her hands trembling slightly. “Never have I ever… done something I regretted the next morning.”
Jack groaned, taking a drink. “Other than kissing my roommate's girlfriend, there was just the once, really,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “I got blackout drunk during pledge week and woke up in a stranger’s dorm room with no idea how I got there.”
Nora raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. “Sounds like quite the night.”
He shook his head, grimacing. “Not really. I spent the whole next day puking my guts out and trying to figure out whose room it was. Turned out to be some guy from my chem class. Awkward.”
She laughed. “Welcome to adulthood, sweetheart. It’s messy.”
He grinned, though his eyes were still shadowed. “Yeah, no kidding. But, seriously? All the things you've told me, you've never regretted any of them the next morning?”
"Nope," she said with a lopsided grin. "I don't regret them one bit. They were fun, exciting, and made me feel alive. The memories have kept me sane as life tries to grind me down. It's the things I didn't do that I regret."
"Huh," Jack said. "Well, I'll drink to that." He took a swig and handed it to her.
"Only one drink left," she said, inspecting the bottle before upending it.
With the bottle finally empty, they sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the night settling around them. Nora leaned her head against Jack’s shoulder, her eyelids heavy. “Thanks for tonight,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I needed this.”
Jack’s arm around her shoulders pulled her closer. “Anytime, Mom,” he said softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”
She put her head on his chest, drunk on the feeling of him as much as the alcohol, her emotions swirling inside her. It's the things I didn't do that I regret, she repeated to herself. Suddenly, something shifted inside her. She regretted not leaving Michael years ago. Regretted not following her instincts that he was cheating on her. She regretted letting Michael talk her out of having more kids. Of not getting her degree. Well, she was done with him and done with regrets.
"Well," Nora said, sitting up and stretching with exaggeration, her blouse riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin above her waistband. Her heart thrummed in her chest, her nerves alight with anticipation. "I guess that means it’s time for bed. Do you have a T-shirt or something I could wear?"
Jack jumped up, his face flushing slightly as he moved to his dresser. "Yeah, uh, of course. Here," he said, grabbing a plain black shirt. "There’s a bathroom with showers just down the hall for you to, uh, change or anything."
Nora held back a smirk. "Oh, no way in hell I’m walking down that hall in just a t-shirt," she said with a laugh, her voice light but her mind racing. She stood, swaying slightly for effect, pretending to be more tipsy than she was. "Woo! Headspins! I may be a little drunk," she giggled, her tone playful as she reached for the hem of her blouse.
Her fingers hesitated for just a moment before she pulled it over her head, letting her hair fall in a messy cascade around her shoulders, both scared and thrilled at herself. She kept her eyes on Jack, drinking in the way his jaw tightened and his eyes flicked away and then back, like he couldn’t decide whether to look. She reached around her back and undid the clasp of her bra, fingers trembling. She then slowly lifted the bra straight up, the underwire grabbing her boobs and attempting to bring them with it. Inevitably, however, her tits were free of the bra and they bounced in what she hoped was an enticing way. His goggling eyes told her it was good enough.
"Mom, what are you-?" he started to say before trailing off as she then unbuttoned her pants.
Pretending to be drunkenly focused on what she was doing, she swayed again as if unable to hold her balance, adding a bit of drama to the motion, letting the fabric slide down her legs in one smooth movement. Her panties were next, and she turned away from him, bending over just enough to give him a clear view of her ass and pussy as she tugged them down. The warmth of his gaze on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling too widely.
She turned back to him, standing fully naked now, her skin prickling with a mix of nerves and excitement. She held her hand out for the shirt, her expression innocent, as if she hadn’t just stripped in front of him. Then, pretending to finally notice his stunned silence, she let out a soft laugh, her eyes dancing with mischief.
She felt as if she had stripped herself of her fears and regrets as well as her clothes.
She put her hand on her hip and boldly posed in front of him. "Oh, come on, Jack," she teased, her voice confident and full of laughter. "Pick your jaw up off the floor. Surely, you've had a naked woman in this dorm before."
"Y-yeah, but..." Jack stammered, his cheeks flushing crimson. "You're my mom!"
Nora tilted her head, her smile turning softer, more knowing. She ran her hands lightly over her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. "I am also a woman," she said, her voice low and husky. She stepped closer, her bare skin brushing against his clothes, her arms slipping around his neck. Her heart was pounding now, her breath coming faster. "A woman who’s feeling a little… unappreciated lately. Undesired."
She looked up at him, her lips just inches from his. "I know I’m not some eighteen-year-old co-ed," she murmured, her voice teasing yet vulnerable. "But I still look okay, don’t I?"
Jack swallowed hard, his hands hovering uncertainly at his sides. "Mom, you’re… you’re beautiful," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
Nora’s heart swelled at the words, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, sweetie," she said softly, her lips brushing his cheek in a tender kiss. "That's exactly what Mommy wanted to hear." She leaned in again, her lips lightly grazing his, just enough to send a spark racing through her. She looked up into his wide eyes, her mouth hovering a mere inch away from his. She kissed him again, deeper, hungrier. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her tongue slipping into his mouth, urging him to respond.
For a moment, he froze, his body taut with tension. Then, almost imperceptibly, something shifted. His hands moved to her waist, his fingers tentative at first, then firmer, more certain. His lips moved against hers, matching her urgency, his tongue tangling with hers in a slow, heated dance. Nora couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped her throat, her body pressing closer to his, desperate for more.
Her hands slid down his arms, guiding his hands up to her breasts. The moment his fingers brushed her nipples, she gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He kneaded her breasts, his touch firm but unsure, and she moaned again, her body trembling with need.
"Like this," she whispered, guiding him, her voice shaking with barely contained desire. She arched into his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "God, Jack, just like that…"
Nora’s fingers trembled as she pulled his shirt up and over his head, her breath catching at the sight of his chest—young, firm, and sculpted. Her hands roamed greedily over his skin, tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the heat radiating from him. She kissed him again, her lips hungry, her tongue sliding against his, tasting the faint tang of vodka still lingering on his breath. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, but she broke the kiss with a sly smile, her eyes dark with intent.
“Let me take care of you,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. She knelt before him, her knees pressing into the carpet, her hands working quickly to undo the button of his jeans. The zipper came down with a soft hiss, and she tugged his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his cock.
Her breath hitched as she took him in for the first time—long, thick, and already hard, veins running along the shaft like rivers of desire. The foreskin clung delicately to the tip, and she gently pulled it back, revealing the swollen, purple head. A bead of precum glistened at the slit, and without hesitation, she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to catch it. The taste was salty, musky, and utterly intoxicating.
“Oh, fuck,” Jack groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Mom…”
She reveled in the title as much as the way his body tensed under her touch. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking lightly, teasing him with slow, deliberate movements. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, savoring every twitch and gasp he made. She could feel his thighs trembling, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, but she placed a firm hand on his hip, holding him still.
“Not yet,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Her lips were slick with saliva, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “I want to take my time with you.”
Jack nodded, his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged. “God, Mom… I can’t…”
“Shh,” she soothed, her hand stroking his length as she pressed a kiss to the tip. “Let me make you feel good.”
She took him into her mouth again, this time deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft until she felt the head press against the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, the sensation making him groan loudly, his fingers tightening in her hair. She pulled back slowly, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock, then dipped her head again, repeating the motion with agonizing slowness.
Her free hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers finding her wetness with ease. She moaned around his cock as she began to finger herself, her movements quick and desperate. The combination of his taste on her tongue and the pressure building inside her was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm creeping closer with every stroke.
“Mom… I’m close…” Jack warned, his voice strained.
She pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. “Not yet,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with amusement. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. “I want you to last for me.”
He let out a frustrated groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re killing me…”
She smirked, leaning in to lick a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. “Good,” she purred, her breath hot against his skin. “Now be a good boy for Mommy and hold on a little longer.”
She took him back into her mouth, her movements more urgent now, her hand pumping him in rhythm with her lips. Her fingers worked furiously between her legs, the coil of pleasure tightening with every second. She could feel his thighs shaking, hear the way his breathing grew more erratic, and she knew he was teetering on the edge.
“Mom… I can’t… I’m gonna…” he gasped, his voice breaking.
This time, she didn’t stop. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hand moving faster, urging him over the edge. With a strangled cry, he came, his release flooding her mouth, hot and thick. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the way his cum coated her tongue and slid down her throat.
The sensation pushed her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves. She moaned around his cock, her body trembling as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers slowed, then stilled, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she rode out the last of her climax.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were slick, and her cheeks flushed. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “How was that?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with mischief.
Jack stared down at her, his chest heaving, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “Fucking incredible,” he breathed, his voice hoarse.
She smiled, rising to her feet and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good,” she murmured. “Because we’re just getting started.”
Nora sat on the futon, her legs splayed wide, feet resting on the armrests. She silently thanked her years of yoga for the flexibility as she caressed her glistening slit, her fingers sliding through her wetness with practiced ease. Her breath hitched as she looked up at Jack, his wide eyes locked on her.
"Come kiss your Mommy," she purred, her voice low and dripping with need. "Mommy needs to feel that beautiful mouth, that wonderful tongue. I've been thinking about it all day."
Jack stood frozen, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Mom... this is... I can't believe this is really happening," he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and disbelief.
Nora smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection and desire. "Believe it, sweetie," she murmured, her fingers still teasing her clit. "This would have happened sooner if I’d only had the courage. But Mommy is here now. Now come and eat me out, sweetie. I've waited so long."
Jack hesitated for only a moment before sinking to his knees in front of her. His hands trembled as they gripped her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. His breath hitched as he stared at her glistening pussy. “Mom…” His voice cracked, torn between disbelief and desire.
Nora’s fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head, guiding him closer. “Don’t think, sweetie,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, dripping with need. “Just taste me. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.” Her heart raced, every nerve in her body alight with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from him, smell the faint musk of his arousal mixing with the sharp tang of her own wetness.
His tongue flicked out tentatively, tracing a slow, teasing line from the bottom of her slit to the top. Nora gasped, her back arching off the futon as pleasure shot through her like an electric current. “Oh, God, yes!” she cried, her voice trembling with raw need. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Jack groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her clit, slow and deliberate, sending sparks dancing behind her closed eyelids. “You’re so fucking good at this,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his face. “I knew you would be. Mommy always knew.”
Her words seemed to spur him on. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked over the swollen bud. Nora’s fingers tightened in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp. “Fuck, Jack,” she panted, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His tongue worked her relentlessly, lapping at her juices as they spilled from her. The room filled with the slick, wet sounds of his mouth on her, mingling with her desperate moans. Her thighs trembled around his head, her body teetering on the edge of release. “I’m so close, baby,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Make Mommy cum. Please.”
Jack’s hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he buried his face deeper between her legs. His tongue plunged into her, fucking her with quick, eager strokes. Nora’s vision blurred, her entire world narrowing to the sensation of his mouth on her. “Yes! Yes!” she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched around his tongue, her juices flooding his mouth as she came hard, her cries echoing off the walls.
But Jack wasn’t done. He pulled back slightly, his lips still pressed to her throbbing clit, and looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. “More?” he asked, his voice rough and strained.
Nora nodded frantically, her chest heaving. “Yes, baby. More. Use your fingers too. Mommy needs more.”
Without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward to press against that sweet spot deep within her. His tongue returned to her clit, licking and sucking with renewed fervor. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and Nora felt another wave of pleasure building already. “Oh, fuck, Jack,” she moaned, her hips grinding against his face. “You’re so good at this. So fucking good.”
Her walls clamped down around his fingers, her body trembling as another orgasm tore through her. This one was even more intense than the last, her juices gushing out of her and coating his chin, his chest, everything. “Drink it all, baby,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Drink every drop. Mommy’s so proud of you.”
Jack groaned, his tongue lapping eagerly at her as she squirted into his mouth. The taste of her seemed to drive him wild, his fingers thrusting harder, faster, until Nora was screaming again, her body writhing uncontrollably. “That’s it, sweetie,” she panted, her fingers tangled in his hair. “Take it all. You’re doing so good.”
When she finally collapsed back onto the futon, utterly spent, Jack pulled away slowly, his face glistening with her cum. He looked up at her, his blue eyes dark with desire and something else—something that made her heart ache. “Mom…” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Nora reached down, cupping his cheek in her hand. “Shh,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over his wet lips. “You were perfect, sweetie. Absolutely perfect.” Her chest swelled with pride and affection, mixed with a hunger that refused to be sated. “Now come here,” she said softly, pulling him up to kiss her. Their lips met, salty and sweet, and she moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. “We’re just getting started,” she whispered against his lips, her hands already moving to grab his re-hardened erection.
Nora rose from the futon, her legs trembling slightly as she stood. She reached down, her fingers curling around his cock, warm and firm in her grasp. “Come with Mommy, sweetie,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with need. Her hips swayed deliberately as she led him by the hand toward the twin-sized bed, each step a slow, deliberate tease. The way his breath hitched behind her sent a thrill through her, her pulse quickening with every movement.
When they reached the edge of the bed, she turned to face him, her hands sliding up his chest before giving him a gentle push. He fell back onto the mattress, his eyes wide and dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Nora climbed atop him, her knees straddling his hips, her wet pussy brushing against his cock. The contact made her gasp, her body shuddering with anticipation.
“Oh, Jack,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. Her eyes locked on his, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was hunger—pure, unbridled hunger. “You’re so big,” she murmured, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Mommy’s going to enjoy every inch of you.” She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her hair cascading around her face like a curtain. “Such a good boy for Mommy. Always such a good boy.”
She began to grind against him slowly, her slick folds sliding along his length, teasing them both. The sensation sent sparks shooting through her, her clit throbbing with need. She could feel his cock twitch beneath her, his hips instinctively bucking upward, but she pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him still. “Not yet, sweetie,” she chided softly, her voice laced with amusement. “Mommy wants to take her time.”
Her movements were deliberate, each roll of her hips drawing out the pleasure, making it last. She closed her eyes, savoring the way his hardness rubbed against her sensitive flesh, the way her juices coated him, making everything slick and hot. “God, you feel so good,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, Jack. Dreamed about how you would feel inside me.”
She shifted slightly, positioning herself over him, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance. The tip brushed against her folds, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She paused, her breath hitching, her heart pounding in her chest. “Are you ready, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with urgency. “Ready to make Mommy feel good?”
Jack nodded frantically, his hands gripping her thighs, his eyes wide and pleading. “Yes, Mom,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “Please…”
Nora smiled, her heart swelling with affection and desire. Slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was exquisite, her walls clamping down around him as she took him deeper. She let out a long, shuddering moan, her head falling back as she savored the sensation of being filled by him. “Oh, God, yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You feel even better than I imagined, sweetie. So thick, so hard… perfect for Mommy.”
When she was fully seated on him, she paused, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her hands rested on his chest, her nails digging lightly into his skin as she fought to steady her breathing. “Just give Mommy a moment,” she murmured, her voice shaking. “I want to remember this. Remember how you feel inside me.”
Jack groaned beneath her, his hands tightening on her thighs. “Mom…” he gasped, his voice strained. “You’re so tight… so fucking tight…”
Nora smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “That’s right, sweetie,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “All for you. Mommy’s all yours.” She began to move then, lifting herself up until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, then slowly sinking back down, taking him deep once more. Each movement was deliberate, drawn out, designed to drive them both to the brink of madness.
She repeated the motion again and again, each time pausing when she was fully seated on him, savoring the way her walls clenched around him, the way his cock throbbed inside her. “Do you like that, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft and sultry. “Do you like feeling Mommy wrapped around you?”
Jack nodded, his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged. “Yes, Mom,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “It feels… so good…”
Nora leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Because Mommy loves it too. Loves feeling you inside her.” Her hips rolled against his, grinding down on him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis. The added pressure sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
She continued to ride him, her movements slow and sensual, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a coil of heat tightening deep within her, but she held back, determined to make this last. “Not yet, sweetie,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Not yet. Mommy wants to savor this. Wants to savor you.”
Jack groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Mom… I can’t… I’m gonna…”
Nora shook her head, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “No, baby,” she said firmly, her voice laced with authority. “Not yet. You’re Mommy’s good boy, aren’t you? And good boys wait until Mommy says it’s okay.”
He nodded, his eyes wide and pleading, his body trembling beneath her. “Yes, Mom,” he gasped, his voice barely audible. “I’ll be good…”
Nora smiled, her heart swelling with pride and affection. “That’s my sweet boy,” she murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. “Now let Mommy take care of you. Hold it in. When Mommy lets you cum, it’s going to be everything you have. You’re going to fill me, sweetie. Do you understand?”
He nodded, his jaw clenched, his body shaking beneath her.
Finally, unable to resist anymore, Nora’s hips began to move faster, her body moving on top of Jack with a desperate rhythm that made the bed creak beneath them. Her moans spilled out in sharp, breathless gasps, each one punctuated by the wet slap of skin against skin. “Oh, God, Jack,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “You feel so good inside Mommy. So thick, so hard… perfect for me.” She leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him harder, her breasts bouncing with every frantic thrust.
The heat between them was unbearable, her walls clenching around him as she felt her own orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening deep within her. But just as she teetered on the edge, she froze, grinding to a halt with a shuddering gasp. “Not yet,” she commanded, her voice low and firm despite the way her body trembled. “Hold it, sweetie. Hold it for Mommy.”
Jack groaned, his hands clutching her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Mom…” he gasped, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside her. “I can’t… I’m so close…”
“I know, baby,” she murmured, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting the desperation on his tongue, savoring the way his body shook beneath her. “But you’re such a good boy for Mommy, aren’t you? You can hold it a little longer. Just a little longer.”
She sat back, her hands sliding up her own body, cupping her breasts as she rolled her hips slowly, teasing them both. The sensation was maddening, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every movement, sending sparks dancing behind her closed eyelids. “Do you like watching Mommy touch herself?” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Do you like seeing how much you make me want you?”
Jack nodded frantically, his eyes locked on her, dark and hungry. “Yes, Mom,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”
Nora smiled, her heart swelling with pride and affection. “That’s right, sweetie,” she murmured, her fingers pinching her nipples lightly, drawing a soft moan from her lips. “And you’re going to make Mommy feel so good when you finally let go. You’re going to fill me completely, aren’t you? Every last drop.”
His hips bucked involuntarily, his cock twitching inside her, and she laughed softly, pressing a hand to his stomach to hold him still. “Patience, baby,” she chided, her tone playful but laced with authority. “When Mommy lets you cum, it’s going to be everything you have. You’re going to give me all of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mom,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “Anything for you…”
Her smile widened, her heart racing as she leaned down to kiss him again, her lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Now let Mommy take care of you.”
She held them there for a long moment, letting their breathing calm and their orgasms fade, savoring the feel of his cock inside her as she alternated between kissing him and letting him watch her play with her tits and clitoris.
Once she decided they had calmed enough, she began to move again, her pace quickening, her hips slamming down onto him with a frantic rhythm that left them both gasping for air. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing in the tiny room, but she bit her lip to stifle them, her cheeks flushing at the thought of someone overhearing. “Oh, God, Jack,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “You’re so good for Mommy. Such a good boy, taking care of Mommy like this.”
The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles taut, his breathing ragged. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her and knew he was teetering on the edge once more, but before he could release, she stopped again, grinding to a halt with a shuddering gasp. “Not yet,” she commanded, her voice firm despite the way her body trembled. “Hold it, sweetie. Just a little longer.”
Jack groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Mom… please…” he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. “I can’t… I need to…”
“Shh,” she soothed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. Her tongue slid against his, tasting the hunger on his tongue, savoring the way his body shook beneath her. “You’re doing so good, sweetie. Just a little longer. When Mommy lets you cum, it’s going to be everything you have. You’re going to fill me completely, aren’t you?”
He nodded frantically, his eyes wide and pleading. “Yes, Mom,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “I’ll give you everything…”
Nora’s heart swelled with pride and affection, mixed with a hunger that refused to be sated. She held them there again, letting their orgasms recede for a second time, knowing that their release would be all the better for it. Her mind raced with thoughts she had tried so hard to suppress—thoughts of how long she had wanted this, how many nights she had lain awake, imagining what it would feel like to have him inside her. And now here he was, his cock throbbing with need, his body trembling beneath her, about to fill her completely with his potent seed.
She had stopped taking her pills weeks ago, not consciously planning this, but knowing deep down that she wanted it. Wanted him. The discovery of Michael’s infidelity had been the final push, the excuse she needed to take what she had been craving for so long. And now, as she rode her son with a desperation that bordered on madness, she admitted to herself that this was what she had been working toward all along.
Nora’s body trembled, her thighs quivering as she sat on Jack, his cock buried deep inside her. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled her completely, the way his heat radiated through her core. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she fought to hold herself back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to steady herself. The room was thick with the scent of sex, their sweat mingling with the musky aroma of her arousal. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a low groan from his lips.
“Mom…” Jack gasped, his voice strained, his hands gripping her hips tightly. His blue eyes were dark with need, his jaw clenched as he struggled to hold on. “I can’t… I’m so close…”
Nora smiled down at him, her heart swelling with affection and pride. She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “I know, sweetie,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with authority. “You’ve been so good for Mommy. So patient. But now it’s time.” Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “It’s time to let go.”
She straightened up, her hands sliding down to grip his shoulders as she began to move again. This time, there was no holding back. Her hips slammed down onto him with a desperate rhythm, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the tiny room. Each thrust drove him deeper into her, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her vision blur and her breath catch. The tension in her body was unbearable, her walls clenching around him with each frantic thrust. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her and knew he was teetering on the edge once more. And then, finally, she let go.
“Cum inside Mommy!” she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. “Fill me, Jack! Give Mommy everything!”
Jack obeyed with a loud groan, his hips bucking as he spilled into her, his cock pulsing with each thick, hot spurt. Nora kept moving, riding him hard as her own climax tore through her, waves of ecstasy crashing over her until she was screaming his name, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, milking every last drop from him as they both shuddered and shook, their cries mingling in the air.
Even as she felt his cock stop spurting and slowly begin to shrink, she didn’t stop. Her own orgasm lingered, and she stretched it out as long as she could, each ripple of pleasure sending shivers down her spine. She continued to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way his softened length still twitched inside her, drawing little moans from his lips.
Finally, utterly spent, she collapsed onto him, her chest heaving, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release. His cock, still semi-firm, remained buried inside her, holding his thick, hot sperm inside her pussy and womb. She pressed a tender kiss to his lips, her fingers brushing through his damp hair.
“You’re such a good boy, Jack,” she whispered, her voice soft and laden with affection. “Mommy loves you.” Her lips lingered on his, savoring the taste of him, the forbidden bliss of their union. “You made Mommy feel so good, sweetie. So, so good.”
Jack’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they lay there, their bodies still entwined. “I love you too, Mom,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”
She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent—clean sweat and musk, mixed with the faint tang of sex. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her heart swelling with a mix of affection and satisfaction. Her eyes fluttered closed, a smile tugging at her lips as sleep claimed them both.
*****
The first rays of dawn crept through the blinds, painting the room in soft golden light. Nora stirred, her body still entwined with Jack’s, their limbs tangled together like vines. She could feel his cock, hard again with the morning, pressing insistently against her thigh. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips as she reached down, her fingers curling around him. His breath hitched, and she felt a thrill ripple through her at the sound.
“Good morning, sweetie,” she purred, her voice low and husky with sleep. Her thumb brushed over the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there. “Looks like someone’s ready for round two.”
Jack groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. “Mom…” he gasped, his voice rough with need. His blue eyes were dark, heavy-lidded with desire as they met hers. “You’re not going to torture me again, are you?”
She chuckled, leaning in to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding against his. The taste of him—sleep and sex and something uniquely Jack—made her head spin. Her fingers stroked him slowly, teasingly, savoring every twitch and gasp he made. “Don't worry,” she murmured against his lips. “You were such a good boy last night I'll let you go at your own pace this morning. Though I would appreciate it if you make me cum before you do.”
Her words seemed to spur him on. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and she shifted, positioning herself over him. She sank down onto his cock with a low, shuddering moan, her walls stretching to accommodate him once more. This time, their lovemaking was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the frantic passion of the night before. Each thrust was deliberate, each movement filled with affection. She rocked her hips gently, savoring the way he filled her completely, the way his heat radiated through her core.
“God, Mom,” Jack breathed, his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. “You feel so good… so fucking good…”
Nora smiled down at him, her heart swelling with pride and affection. “Just like that, sweetie,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “You make Mommy feel so good. So loved.” She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “I love you, Jack. More than anything.”
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her, driving himself deeper. “I love you too, Mom,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “So much…”
Their movements grew more urgent, their breaths coming in shallow gasps as they teetered on the edge. Nora’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “Cum inside Mommy,” she whispered, her voice raw and desperate. “Fill me, sweetie. Give me everything.”
With a strangled cry, Jack obeyed, his hips bucking as he spilled into her, his cock pulsing with each thick, hot spurt. Nora followed him over the edge, her walls clenching around him as her own climax rippled through her, softer than the earth-shattering ones of the previous night, but sweet and comforting and a pleasant start to the day.
They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths still uneven. Nora’s heart pounded steadily against his chest, her hands idly stroking the soft skin of his chest. Jack’s head rested in the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling her collarbone. The room smelled faintly of sex, a musky sweetness that clung to the air and wrapped them both in an intimate haze. Her fingertips traced slow, lazy circles around his nipple, savoring the closeness, the connection that felt almost otherworldly after so many years of longing.
“You’re such a good boy. Mommy loves you so much,” she murmured, her voice soft and syrupy, thick with affection and something deeper, something possessive. She tilted her head, her lips brushing against his temple, lingering there for a moment before pulling back to look at him. Her fingers slid into his damp hair, tousling it gently, and she smiled when he sighed contentedly under her touch.
Jack’s arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer. His voice, when it came, was rough and still edged with desire, but it was gentle, too, filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “I love you too, Mom,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “More than anything.”
Then, a teasing smirk tugged at his lips, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned back slightly to look at her. “You really like the ‘Mommy’ thing, huh?” He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip, sending a shiver up her spine.
Nora blinked, momentarily startled, and felt a flush rise to her cheeks. Her heart skipped, unsure if she’d crossed some invisible line. “What? You don’t?” she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a flicker of concern. She bit her lower lip, her eyes searching his.
“Oh, no.” He shook his head, his expression softening. “I love it. It’s hot as hell. It just… takes getting used to, you know?”
She let out a small, relieved laugh, her fingers continuing to play with his hair, twirling a strand absently around her fingertip. Her other hand trailed down his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, the warmth of his skin against her palm. “I’m sorry, Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I’ve just been dreaming of this for so long I kind of got carried away. If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
“No,” he said quickly, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing along her jawline. His touch was firm, reassuring, and it sent a flush of warmth through her. “Please don’t. I like it, I really do. It’s… you. It’s us. And I want all of it.”
Nora’s heart swelled at his words, her stomach doing a little flip. She held his gaze for a long moment, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the affection, and something more—something that mirrored the feelings she’d been holding back for so long. It dawned on her then that they were stepping into uncharted territory together. They would have to figure out how to navigate this new dynamic, this shift in their relationship. And it wasn’t just about the physical, though that part was electrifying. It was about trust, about intimacy, about them in a way they’d never been before.
She rested her head back against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting, grounding, and yet it also sent a thrill through her. This was new, and it was real, and she wanted to savor every second of it.
For a while, they simply lay there, basking in the afterglow. But then, the shrill blare of Jack’s alarm shattered the peaceful silence, jolting them both. Nora groaned, burying her face in his chest as he stretched an arm out to silence the noise.
“I have class,” Jack muttered, his voice tinged with reluctance. He didn’t move though, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. His hand slid down to her hip, his fingers pressing into her skin as if he were trying to anchor her there. “But I can skip it. Stay here with you.”
“No, sweetie,” Nora said firmly, though her fingers lingered in his hair, reluctant to let him go. “Your future is more important than keeping your old mother company. Go to class.”
Jack growled playfully, nipping at her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a way that made her gasp and arch into him. “Don’t talk about my mom that way,” he said, his voice low and possessive, tinged with humor that had her smiling despite the seriousness of their situation. “You’re perfect.”
Nora laughed, the sound soft and warm, as she swatted him lightly on the arm. “Go get dressed, you little devil,” she teased, her hands reluctantly sliding away from him as he shifted to sit up.
She watched him with admiration as he climbed out of bed, his bare skin glowing faintly in the morning light that filtered through the blinds. His back was a landscape of taut muscles, his shoulders broad and strong. The curve of his ass was firm, and as he bent over to grab his clothes, she felt a familiar heat stir low in her belly. Her eyes traced every line, every dip of his body, committing it to memory.
Nora propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze lingering on him as he pulled on a pair of boxers and then a t-shirt. Her heart raced as she imagined all the ways she wanted to touch him again, to taste him, to feel him moving inside her. She bit her lip, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the rumpled sheets beside her.
“Maybe I’ll go down to the registrar’s office today,” she mused aloud, her voice soft but filled with purpose. They hadn’t talked about the future yet, about what this meant for them, but the idea of building a life together was already taking root in her mind. “Apply to join the school. I may as well since I plan on spending a lot of time here—with you.”
Jack paused mid-motion, his jeans hanging loosely from his hands as he turned to look at her, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Really?”
Nora nodded, her lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. “Really. Colleges are always looking for older students, right? And maybe I’ll start looking for an apartment near campus. One we can share.”
Jack’s grin widened, and he crossed the room to kneel beside the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress. “I’d like that,” he said, his voice low and filled with emotion. “A lot.”
They shared a long, lingering kiss, his hand cradling the back of her head as he pulled her lips to his. When they finally broke apart, Nora shooed him out the door with a playful swat to his ass, her heart full and her mind racing with possibilities.
Once alone, she dressed quickly, her movements almost mechanical as she gathered her clothes and slipped them on. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the dresser, her cheeks still flushed, her hair tousled, and a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She straightened her blouse, smoothed her skirt, and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself look at least somewhat presentable.
The walk back to her car—the Walk of Shame, she thought wryly—was surreal. The morning air was crisp, the campus slowly coming to life around her. She kept her head held high, though, her heart light despite the weight of everything that had happened. When she slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key, the engine roared to life without hesitation. Of course it did.
She drove off toward the front office building with a smile, already planning her new life—with Jack at its center.
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