Chapter four (the final chapter) . To have the best experience, read the previous three chapters first. This one is only Chase and his mother Nicole.
The drive home from Aunt Sandy’s was nothing like the drive there. Nicole and Chase were changed people. Nicole was happy and content as the miles widened the distance between she, her sister Sandy and her niece Aria. She didn’t hate them. After the initial white hot rage at catching Sandy and Chase coupled in bed together, she had to concede that she had no right to expect exclusivity. She planned to change that. Her anger cooled considerably after the makeup sex she and Chase had.
She would never forget the hurt she felt, but she was sure that time and distance would dull the ache. The relationship she and Chase had now, was worth all the pain she had suffered. She had to admit that she and Chase might never have gotten involved romantically if they had not gone to visit aunt Sandy.
Chase tried to concentrate on the road in front of him, and he was calmed by the 80’s music that mom loved, emanating from the car speakers. The events of the past several days played through his mind, endlessly. What a time! He wondered what life would be like from now on
His mind returned to the present as he felt a hand, resting on his thigh. His eyes followed the arm up into his mother’s smiling face. She looked so radiant and happy. She must be letting go of her beef with her sister. His gaze wandered downward, taking in her long legs in her hotpants. He noted the creamy texture of her inner thighs. He wanted to reach across the car and touch her, to remind himself what she felt like.
“Why don’t you take a left at the next intersection.” Sandy suggested, interrupting his train of thought.
“What? Why? That’s not the way home.” Chase was confused.
“We have reservations for the night at the Greenbrier Motor Lodge, room 208.” Nicole said, wryly. Looking very pleased with herself.
“That’s out of our way.” Chase objected. Then his mind connected the significance of that location. He and his mother had their first romantic experience there and had sex for the first time in room 208. His mother could be nostalgic like that.
“We don’t have to be in a hurry,” she said. We can go back there, just for old times sake.” Nicole said, patting his arm.
Chase thought back to their night there. It was only three nights ago, but it seemed like another lifetime. “Sure, baby. What you got planned?” It felt risque, talking to his mom like that.
“Just thought it might be nice to go back to that place, to reconnect.” The double entendre occurred to her only after she had uttered the words. “It was so awkward the first time. This gives us a chance to go back and do it right.” Oh, snap! Another double entendre.
Without another word he switched on the left blinker and lifted his foot from the accelerator. He looked over at his mom and found her already looking at him. A coy smile curved her lips. Her chest caught his attention, and he couldn't help undress her with his eyes. Remembering. She noticed his look, and slowly opened two buttons from the top of her blouse as he executed the left turn. Straightening from the turn, he again looked at her as he accelerated back up to speed. He looked just in time to see her pull her unfastened bra from beneath her blouse.
Nicole saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “I've always wanted to do that move for a special man,” she said. She thrust out her chest proudly, seeing her nipples protruding against the fabric. Her areola was visible through the thin, white material, but she didn’t care.
Chase looked ahead, mindful of safety. He was surprised to see that they were traveling fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit. Slowing, he set the speed control. When he looked over at Nicole again, she had opened a couple buttons at the bottom of her blouse, and had tied the shirt tails together in a knot, just like Jade from the brothel. This exposed three inches of bare midriff, her navel making a rare appearance.
Nicole was watching, waiting to see Chase’s reaction. He grinned and gave his mom an enthusiastic thumbs up. He was dying to reach over and insert a hand into her loose top and squeeze her breast, aching to feel her once again. Instead, he turned his eyes back to the road in front of him.
“I have another idea, if you are game.” Nicole said. Since we will be in a place where no one knows us, what would you think about going out to dinner and a movie?”
Chace loved the idea, but decided to give his mother a hard time. “Aw, I don’t know… I am just a broke college guy on a limited budget, you know. I'm not sure if I can afford it.”
Nicole played along... “Maybe you should check with your mom to see if she would be willing to front you the money. You don’t want to miss this date. You just might get lucky, you know. I think this gal is really into you.” She teased.
Just then a strong beat started up on the radio. Nicole instantly recognized the song before the lyrics even started. “Oh! It's George Michael! I love, Love, LOVE him.” She cranked up the volume and began seat dancing to the music. Soon the words came spilling out, ‘I Want Your Sex.’ Chase wasn’t familiar with the tune, but was gobsmacked when he heard the explicit lyrics. Nicole was unfazed. She bobbed to the music, her free boobs bounced in her blouse in time with the lyrics, in their own way accentuating the meaning.
By the time the song ended, Chase was enthusiastically tapping the beat on the steering wheel. She returned the volume to its usual level, took Chase's hand and apologized. “Sorry, I got a little excited, there.” Leaning into him, she continued, “You make me so happy, Chase!” Then she planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Well,” he said, glancing sideways at the car stereo, “subtle song choice, radio.”
In reply, Nicole gave a knowing nod. “Mm. Very on the nose.”
“Why? Do you think it’s trying to tell me something?”
“I think,” she said, shifting slightly in her seat, her tone edged with amusement, “you don’t seem to need much encouragement.”
Chase smirked. “Oh, is that so?”
“Absolutely. You’ve been insufferably confident, the whole weekend.”
“Confident,” he corrected, “because I’ve got a beautiful woman unbuttoning her blouse in my passenger seat.”
Nicole turned her head and fixed him with a look. “Eyes on the road, son.”
“They are. Mostly.”
She laughed under her breath, then added, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”
“Good mood,” he echoed. “Is that what you are calling it?”
“It is,” she said. “And, as you very well know, it could change quickly.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“It depends,” Nicole replied, folding her sunglasses and setting them aside, “on how charming you are for the next” …she glanced at the GPS… “forty-two minutes.”
Chase nodded thoughtfully. “Forty-two minutes to impress you. That's high stakes.”
“Very.”
“And what happens if I succeed?”
Nicole leaned back, looking more serious. Reflexive, even. She fingered an open button next to her breast. The knot at the bottom of her blouse had ridden higher, framing the bottom curve of her breasts. “This time it’s different, isn’t it? Last time we stayed at that lodge… I was terrified. Guilty. Wondering if I’d ruined you… ruined us. Tonight I made the reservation on purpose. I want the same room. I want to take our time. No rushing. No pretending we shouldn’t.”
She reached over and rested her hand on his thigh, not teasingly high, but possessively. Her thumb stroked slow, deliberate lines.
Chase gripped the wheel, “I want that too. Been thinking about it the whole drive.”
Nicole bit her lip, then let out a vulnerable breath. They were silent as each remembered their own memories of that night.
Nicole laughed, full and unguarded now. “You were adorable.”
“Adorable,” he repeated, mock-offended. “That is not the word I’m aiming for tonight.”
A comfortable quiet settled between them. The miles slipped by, each one lost in their own thoughts.
“You missed an exit with a gas station,” Nicole pointed out.
“We've got nearly a quarter tank,” Chase replied. “We can make it to the motel.”
“You said we had a quarter tank twenty minutes ago.”
He smiled, “You don't trust me?”
“I trust you to get distracted.” She said calmly.
Chase laughed, “Distracted by what, exactly.”
Nicole didn’t answer right away. Instead, she casually adjusted the opening of her blouse, watching for his reaction from the corner of her eye. Except it wasn’t casual. Not really. “You get distracted by things that you shouldn't while driving.”
He huffed, “You're the one creating the distractions.”
“Am I?” she said lightly.
“Yes,” he said. “Very much so.”
Nicole’s lips curved, but there was a flicker of something else behind it now. Something sharper. “Funny. You didn’t seem quite so focused on me on Saturday.”
Chase glanced at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know I’ve been… off since the weekend at Sandy’s. Watching you with her and Aria and even around Jade.” Her voice caught slightly, a mix of jealousy and arousal. “My little sister has always been the fun one. Younger. No baggage. And the way Aria looked at you…” She shakes her head, smiling ruefully. “It stirred up old fears. That maybe you’d realize there’s easier, less complicated love out there. Less wrong.”
“You don’t trust my love for you?” He asked, his voice plaintive, maybe a little hurt.
“You’re 21… and good looking. And you like to look at girls. You like to have fun. That makes me insecure.” She said, feeling vulnerable.
“You’re my mom. I will be here for as long as you need me.”
“But what happened with Sandy? And what with Aria?”
“Still, after all of that, I am here with you.”
She reached across the space between them, put her hand on his, “Just don’t ever betray me, Chase. You’re all I've got.”
“I’m completely yours,” he assured her.
“Good. Because tonight I need you to remind me. I want your hands on every inch of me like you’re memorizing me all over again. I want to feel you hard and patient inside me while I tell you how much I need this… how much I need you. No guilt this time. Just us, claiming what we are.”
She trailed her fingers higher on his thigh, stopping just short of his growing hardness, then pulled back with a knowing smile; right now they are having verbal foreplay more than physical.
He flicked on the turn signal as a weathered sign for a roadside stand came into view: boiled peanuts, fresh peaches, and sweet corn. The sign was old and weathered, with hand-painted letters faded by the sun.
“I’m pulling over,” he said.
“For gas?”
“For peaches.”
Nicole raised an eyebrow. “You’re interrupting a road trip for fruit?”
“I’m making a strategic romantic gesture,” he said. “You like peaches.”
Nicole sighed, but she was smiling again. The earlier tension had dissipated, and he had melted her heart. “Fine. Two minutes.”
“Five.”
“Three.”
“Deal.”
He slowed the car, gravel crunched under the tires as they left the asphalt. The engine stopped, cicadas buzzed in the heat.
Chase glanced over at her again, “Still in a good mood?”
Nicole met his gaze, her expression telling him everything he needed to know about where her heart was at. The spark was back, for sure.
“Ask me again in forty minutes,” she said, teasing.
The screen door of the roadside stand creaked as Chase pushed it open, and cool air rolled out to meet them. Crates of peaches sat on plywood shelves, their scent thick and syrupy. Nicole held his arm as they stepped inside.
“Pick good ones,” she said. “Not those sad, overripe things you usually go for.”
“They’re not sad,” he said, reaching for one. “They’re ready.”
“They’re one hour away from collapsing.”
He turned, holding one up, the seam toward her. “This is peak peach, just like you.” He ran his fingers over the voluptuous curves. Then he licked a finger, running it luxuriously down the crease. The symbolism was clear.
Nicole leaned in slightly, inspecting it, seeing peaches in a whole new way. “I've never seen a man make love to a peach with his fingers before.”
“They are beautiful. Don’t you think so?.”
“To you, maybe.”
“Just look at those curves, the texture” he gestured at the peach in his hand. “And inside it's all wet and squishy.”
She gave him a look, disbelieving. Then said, “Get four.”
“Four?”
“The way you're drooling, you’ll eat two before we even get back on the road.”
“That is wildly inaccurate,” he said, grabbing a fourth anyway.
Outside again, the sun felt more intense, the air thicker. Chase placed the small paper bag on the center console once they were back in the car, then pulled onto the road.
Nicole reached in immediately, pulling one out. “I will never look at a peach the same way again,” she said. She ran her tongue, slowly up the crease in the peach, watching to see Chase's reaction. She studied the wet, glistening skin before taking a bite.
Juice ran from the corner of her mouth, down her chin. Chase, watching with interest, swiped the trickle with a finger, then placed the finger in his mouth.
“Careful,” he said. “You’re making this difficult.”
Nicole swallowed the sweet, sticky fruit. “You seem to be having that problem a lot lately.”
“I wonder why.”
She didn’t answer, just leaned back, languidly finishing the peach with slow, unhurried bites.
A few minutes passed before she spoke again.
“Remember how shaky your hands were the first time you undid my nightie in that motel room? This time I want you to take forever with it. Kiss every button you open. Taste the skin you uncover. And when you finally push inside me… I want to look right into your eyes the whole time. No hiding.”
Chase exhaled shakily, adjusting his grip on the wheel. The visual of her half-exposed, glowing in the dim light, combined with her words, has him aching. “You’re killing me in the best way. I love when you talk like this. Tell me more. What do you want me to do first when we get there?”
Nicole smiled, sucking her lower lip. “First? I want you to lock the door, look at me exactly like you’re looking at me right now, and say out loud that I’m yours. Then I want that slow, deep kiss that always makes my knees weak. After that…” She let the sentence hang, running her palm lightly over her own breast, adjusting the fabric so it barely covered her. “We’ll see how long you can stay intentional before you lose control and fuck me like you own me. Because you do, Chase. You own every part of me.”
She settled back, deliberately letting the cool night air play across her skin, the knot at her midriff rising and falling with her breathing. The jealousy is still there, but now it’s fuel; turning into needy desire, possessive.
“Drive safe, baby. I’ve looked forward all weekend for this night. For us.”
They drove on in silence, anticipating the night, contemplating where the past few days have taken them, and wondering what the future holds.
It was Nicole who broke the silence. “I noticed an Italian place about ten minutes before we get to the motel,” she said. “I was thinking we could stop there for dinner.”
Chase nodded. “Dinner first. Good plan.”
“It’s not a ‘good plan,’” she said. “It’s the plan.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Nicole glanced at him. “Don’t start that.”
“What?”
“That tone.”
“You like that tone?”
“I tolerate that tone,” she corrected, though her mouth curved faintly. “Don’t forget, I’m still your mother.”
“I thought you were my girlfriend.”
“I’m your lover.” She corrected. “And I’m your mother.”
He smiled. “So, the Italian restaurant. Then what?”
“The theater’s nearby,” she said. “While you were staring at my boobs, I went online and got tickets to see an old film they are playing tonight from 1992, ‘The Lover.’
“Does it have sound? Is it in black and white?”
“What? No! It's not that old. How old do you think I am? It's beautiful, cinematic. Shot in Indochina, I believe.”
Sounds like one of those rom-coms, a chick flick.” Chase said.
“Not at all. I haven’t seen it in years, but I think it's a film about a young girl who falls in love with an older man. When it was released, it caused quite a stir because of all the sex and nudity.”
“Sounds like a Rom/Com to me.”
“Turn. Right here. That’s our Italian restaurant."
The smell of garlic and fresh bread hit them as the maître d’ seated them in an intimate booth in the back of the dimly lit restaurant. Nicole’s open blouse and knotted midriff drew not only Chase’s eyes, but the admiring eyes of many of the patrons in the restaurant. When they were seated, they looked at each other across the table, lit by the golden glow of a flickering candle.
“Are you hungry?” Nicole asked as she opened the menu.
“Yeah, though I didn't know it until we came in here.”
“You better eat well,” she said, lowering the menu to look him in the eye. “You're going to need your strength.”
After the appetizers arrived, Nicole decided she had to bring up a question she had been wondering about all afternoon. “I need to know about your past, Chase. The girls you dated… the ones you slept with. All of it.”
Chase immediately shook his head, sensing a minefield. “No. Not tonight. That’s a bad idea. I can already see how much the weekend hurt you. Bringing up old stuff before ‘us’ is just going to make the jealousy worse. I don’t want to ruin our night.”
Nicole leaned forward, eyes pleading,
“Please, baby. I know it’s dangerous, but I need this. It’s eating at me. I want to hear it from you. I can handle it. I promise. It might even turn me on. Please don’t shut me out.”
Chase hesitated for a long moment, studying her flushed cheeks and the way her breathing had already changed. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly reluctant.
He searched her face, jaw tight. She wasn’t backing down an inch. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you have to promise me you won’t come unglued. The second you start to fray, we stop. Understood?”
Nicole nods eagerly, squeezing his hand across the table. Chase takes a deep breath and begins slowly, still reluctant. “I’ve dated maybe… six or seven girls seriously enough to call it dating. I don’t think anything lasted longer than about six months. But the casual stuff? That’s a lot more. I’ve been sexually active since I was sixteen, and… I honestly don’t know exact numbers. Maybe I should have carved notches in my bedpost. It's more than I care to remember, actually. Over the last five years? It’s probably more than a dozen girls. Maybe closer to twenty. A lot of one-night romps or short flings in college. There are a lot of parties, you know how it goes.”
Nicole’s eyes widen, a sharp sting of jealousy crossing her face, but her nipples visibly harden against the thin fabric of her blouse and she leans in closer, clearly aroused. “Keep going. Tell me more. Did you come inside any of them?”
Chase notes his mother’s reaction and again considers ending the discussion. “Mom… this is exactly what I was worried about. Yeah, I did. I came inside almost all of them. I was careful with protection most of the time, but even when we didn’t use it… I finished inside. I’m not proud of how casual some of it was.”
He watches her reaction carefully. Instead of pulling away, Nicole’s cheeks flush deeper and she pressed her thighs together under the table. Seeing how talking about his experiences aroused her, Chase slowly opened up more.
“There were a few serious ones. Emily. My first real girlfriend at 17. Sweet, petite, long dark hair. We had sex a lot that year. She loved missionary so she could look me in the face as I came. Then there was Brooke in my freshman year—curvy, good sized breasts, very similar to your body type. We fucked constantly for four months. She liked riding me slow and deep while I played with her tits. Came inside her more times than I can count.”
Nicole lets out a shaky exhale, clearly turned on despite the jealousy. Chase continues, voice gaining warmth as he reassures her between details. “Then there were the casual ones. Parties, hookups… girls from bars or friends-of-friends. Some athletic types, some tiny and tight, a couple with incredible asses. One redhead sophomore year who gave the best head I’d ever had—at the time. At the time I thought I was having the time of my life. But none of them ever knew me. None of them made it feel like this.”
He reached across the table and stroked her wrist gently. “You’re different, Mom. You’re the only one who has everything I want; your body, the way you look at me, the emotional connection. Sure, the others were fun, but they were missing depth. You’re the one I crave every single day. The one I’m taking to the motel tonight on purpose.”
Nicole’s breathing had grown noticeably heavier. She took another slow sip of wine, the glass trembling slightly in her too-tight grip. Her free hand absently traced the edge of her exposed cleavage as she leaned in.
“Do you love it when a woman straddles you, sinking down nice and slow, rolling her hips until you’re aching… or does it drive you wild when you pin a woman down and fuck her hard and deep, thrusting relentlessly until you completely lose control and your seed comes gushing out?” What makes your cock throb hardest for you?”
Chase, beginning to feel safe, opens up, feeding off her arousal while still reassuring.
“I love when a woman is on top and it’s slow and intimate, grinding deep, eye contact, her tits in my hands. I love to suck her tits and kiss while we fuck. I like dirty talk mixed with sweet stuff, when she calls my name. I like to push my dick in as deep as it will go when I come. I like to see my cum leaking out of her pussy. I'm sorry. I got carried away.” He said, looking down at his plate.
“No, no. Not at all. I want to know all about you. And my body specifically. What drives you crazy about me?”
“Your body… oh fuck,” Chase rasped, his eyes darkening with raw hunger as they raked over her. “You want to know what drives me crazy about you? Those perfect tits. The way they overflow in my hands, how they bounce heavy and full when you ride me. So soft and silky, but they sit so pretty, all natural but hardly any sag. I love sucking on your big nipples until they’re stiff and you’re arching into my mouth with that desperate look on your face. Your soft little stomach, those wide hips I love gripping while I bury myself inside you… the way your pussy gets so wet and greedy for me. And those sweet moans—‘baby’ or ‘Chase’ right when you’re about to come apart… It all makes me so hard it hurts. My body is addicted to you.”
He leans in, voice low and intimate. “After the movie, when we get to the motel, I’m going to show you exactly how much better you are than all of them combined. Slow. Intentional. I’m going to kiss every inch of you and remind you that you’re the only woman I’ve ever truly needed.”
Nicole looked visibly taken aback, her cheeks deeply flushed. For a moment she just stared at him, lips parted, breathing shallow and quick. The raw honesty in his words had clearly hit her hard—surprise, pleasure, and a fresh wave of arousal all combined on her face.
She squeezed his hand tightly across the table, her grip almost trembling. “Thank you…” she breathed, voice soft and a little unsteady. “It stings hearing about the other girls, but… knowing you still chose me—chose us—makes me want you so much more.”
She swallowed hard, eyes bright and glassy with emotion. “We still have a movie to get through… and then I need you to prove every single word once we’re back in that room.”
Nicole glanced at the time, letting out a shaky laugh, standing and straightening her clothes. “We should go. We don’t want to be late for our movie.”
The theater was cool and dim. They settled into their seats, the previews already rolling. The shared armrest between them was an unspoken negotiation. They clasped hands there.
“You picked this,” Chase murmured.
“I did,” Nicole said, eyes forward.
“Subtle.”
She didn’t look at him. “You seem to think everything I do is calculated.”
“Not everything.”
That earned him a glance. “Just the important things.”
The lights dimmed further, the screen brightening as the film began. For a while, neither of them spoke.
Onscreen, heat shimmered, slow, heavy, intimate. The story unfolded in lingering glances and charged silences, the kind that said more than dialogue ever could.
Chase shifted slightly in his seat.
Nicole noticed.
“Composure,” she murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m fine,” he said quietly.
“Mhm.”
A few minutes passed. Onscreen, the tension between the characters tightened; age, power, desire, all tangled together in a way that felt… uncomfortably familiar.
Nicole leaned back, crossing her legs. “She’s very young,” she said, almost idly.
Chase kept his eyes on the screen. “That’s the point.”
“And he’s very sure of himself.”
He glanced at her. “You don’t think I am?”
“I think,” she said, “you like to pretend you are.”
That landed somewhere between teasing and a challenge.
Onscreen, a look lingered too long. A touch that wasn’t quite accidental.
Nicole shifted again, her arm brushing his, this time not pulling away immediately.
“You’re quiet,” she said.
“I’m watching the movie.”
“No,” she said softly. “You’re thinking about it.”
Chase exhaled faintly. “It’s hard not to.”
“Why?”
He hesitated, then: “Because it feels a little familiar.”
Nicole’s gaze stayed on the screen, but her expression sharpened just slightly. “Familiar how?”
He turned his head just enough to look at her. “You really want me to answer that?”
A beat.
“Carefully,” she said.
He smiled faintly, then looked forward again. “Age difference. Power dynamics. The way everyone assumes they understand it from the outside.”
Nicole absorbed that, her posture easing just a fraction.
“And do they?” she asked.
“Understand it?” He shook his head. “No.”
Another pause.
Onscreen, the relationship deepened; messy, intense, impossible to simplify.
“They make her seem…” she began, then stopped.
“What?”
She tilted her head slightly. “Like she’s being swept up in something she can’t control.”
Chase’s voice was quiet. “You don’t like that.”
“No,” she said. “I don’t.”
“Why not?”
This time she turned to him, fully, her expression steady but layered. “Because I don’t lose control. And you don’t either.”
It wasn’t defensive. It was declarative.
Chase held her gaze for a second, then nodded once. “Yeah,” he said. “I know.”
That seemed to settle something.
A few moments later, her fingers finally moved, resting lightly against his hand. Not lacing, not claiming. Just there.
He didn’t react right away. Didn’t look at her.
But he turned his hand slightly, just enough to meet hers. The next scene showed graphic, full frontal nudity, then passionate sex.
“Still composed?” she asked under her breath.
“Working on it.”
She almost smiled. Onscreen, the tension broke in its own way; messy, emotional, inevitable.
By the time the credits began to roll, the space between them felt different. It felt charged, quieter, more certain.
As the lights came up, Chase stretched slightly, exhaling.
Nicole smoothed her blouse again, composure snapping back into place. But there was a new awareness of how tenuous their relationship was.
“Well,” she said.
Chase glanced at her. “Well.”
She held his gaze for a moment, something thoughtful and possessive, settled behind her eyes.
“Tell me,” she said, “did that help your… understanding?”
He smiled. “I think it clarified a few things.”
“Good,” she replied, standing. “I’d hate for you to be confused.”
Chase stood with her, letting a small beat pass before adding, “I’m not.”
Nicole’s expression flickered. Satisfaction, maybe, or something close to it.
“Good,” she said again, softer this time. “Let’s go.”
The motor lodge looked much as it had three days ago, if a bit forlorn with fewer cars in the lot. After they checked in, Chase grabbed their bags from the trunk of the car. Nicole looked at the motel from the parking lot. Was this really the same place they had stayed at before? It looked different, somehow; smaller, more forlorn.
They trudged up the steps to the second floor. Motor lodges did not have grand entrances and elevators. Nicole and Chase both felt it. Expectations were high. There was a lot riding on this night. Nicole turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, turning around to look at all four walls, as if the place were magical.
The door clicked shut behind them. Chase turned the deadbolt with a quiet, decisive sound. The familiar room wrapped around them like an old friend whom they had not seen in a long time: the same dim yellow lighting, the same narrow bed, the same quiet that now felt full of promise instead of shame.
Nicole stood near the foot of the bed, watching Chase with expectant, hungry eyes. He wasn't sure how to begin. Her knotted blouse had slipped open further during the climb up the stairs, revealing the full inner curves of her breasts. Her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric, seeming to keep the blouse from opening further.
Chase crossed to her and folded her into his arms. She turned her face to him, expectant. He looked down into her face, noting her perfect skin, her kind, intelligent eyes, and her ripe full lips. Reaching down, he pressed his lips to hers. Their passion overcame the awkwardness and took over their bodies. They kissed hungrily, pouring in all their pent up lust. Chase slid a hand up between them, seeking her gaping blouse and the treasure within. Often during the day he had dreamed of touching her full breasts. Now he would possess all that he wanted.
Just as his hand found her bosom, Nicole pulled back. They looked at each other, flushed and breathless. Chase with a question written on his face. Nicole was first to recover, “You mind if I get a shower? Get cleaned up?”
“Course not,” Chase said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Nicole quickly gathered up her suitcase, scooted into the bathroom, and closed the door. Chase thought, “I could use a shower myself. Maybe we could share?” He took two steps towards the bathroom to join his mom in the shower, before remembering the tiny bathtub/shower combination in this motel. It would be too small for them both.
He heard her rustling in the bathroom, getting undressed. Smiling to himself, he remembered imagining Nicole getting naked and wondering about her body. Now his imagination was informed by facts. Her real body was more luscious than anything he had imagined. He heard the water in the shower turn on with a squeak from the faucet, and the water pitter-pattering on the old porcelain.
Inside the bath, Nicole stepped into the spray from the shower. The warm water pelted her skin, rinsing away the stress of the road. She reflected on the day and was glad she was able to spend alone time with Chase, away from Sandy and Aria. She loaded her loofa with soap, and began to scrub her body. Suds formed quickly and the room filled with the sweet, clean smell of her soap. In her mind she visualized the dead skin cells, abraded off and washing down the drain, leaving her skin healthy, young, and new again. She hated to break off from Chase the way she did, but it would be worth it. Besides, she wanted to wear her semi-transparent nightie that she wore to bed the night she and Chase first made love together.
Chase suddenly remembered that his mom had purchased four large candles in the gift shop at the winery in Pahrump. Quickly slipping out of the room, he retrieved the bag with the candles from the trunk of the car. Rumaging around in the center console, he was relieved to find a lighter. Quickly he bound back up the stairs and into the room. Pulling the candles from a sack, he distributed them around the room and lit all four of them. Then he turned the overhead light off, stripped down to his boxers, and sitting down on the edge of the bed, awaited his turn in the shower.
The water stopped in the bathroom and Chase could hear Nicole toweling off. She was singing some tune under her breath that he could not identify. Her contented sounds made him very happy. He had not seen her like this since long before the divorce. It served to confirm the wholesomeness of their relationship, at least until she found someone more permanent.
The bathroom door opened at last and Nicole stepped out. She still felt like she was a little on display wearing the slip of a nightie she had purchased. She was surprised to see candle light flickering and Chase, sitting on the end of the bed, blinking. He had forgotten about the nightie and how it made his mom look like a present, waiting to be unwrapped.
Nicole watched, anxiously waiting to see how Chase would react. He could not take his eyes from her. He rose from the bed as if in a trance. Frozen in place, he found himself unable to move, and just stood admiring his mom. She could not wait any longer and ran into his arms. He held her tightly, feeling her warmth, smelling her fruity shampoo, the damp from her hair soaking through his shirt.
They stood like that for a long minute, Chase thinking how lucky he was to be with such a beautiful, wonderful woman. Nicole, with her head against his chest, listened to the beating of his heart. It seemed to her that it beat with love. She could sense it. She had never before felt so cherished, so secure, wrapped in his arms.
Pulling back, Nicole placed the flat of her palm against his chest to feel the beating of his heart. It was steady, dependable, and slower than her own rapid heartbeat. She slid her hand down, over his flat, hard stomach. Down to the waistband of his boxers, slipping past even that barrier, finding his cock. When she gripped it, she felt, more than heard a moan come from somewhere deep within his chest. She found him already hard in her grip. Sliding her thumb over the tip, it slid easily in his precum. She circled her thumb around his head, spreading it. When the slickness wore off, she pushed his shorts down to his ankles.
Nicole pushed him back on the bed, down until he lay flat on his back, legs dangling over the edge. Bending to his crotch, she sucked his member into her mouth. She took him down her throat as far as she could, her eyes tearing at the effort to prevent gagging. Remembering what he had said about the redhead in college, she determined to give him the bowjob of his life. She rapidly bobbed her head, up and down his cock, while moving her hand in a twisting motion on his shaft, already slick with her saliva. Chase clenched his fists, tight at his side, his back arched off the bed. His face grimaced with the effort to hold back his fountain.
When Nicole saw his effort to hold back, she removed her mouth and whispered to him just loud enough for him to hear, “just let go Chase. I can handle it.” She again swallowed his cock. She didn’t feel as confident as she had sounded. She had given quite a few blow jobs in her day, but had never swallowed before. But she was determined.
Opening his eyes, the sight before him was unlike anything he ever expected to see. Nicole's head, over his cock, vigorously pumping, hair splayed around his groin. Her heavy tits moving about in her thin nightie like two cats fighting. The visual was too much. Nicole felt him swell within her throat, his balls drew up against her hand. She braced herself, waiting for his seed.
Chase groaned, “look out! Here it comes!” Nicole slowed, only twisting her hand around his shaft as she worked to take in the flow. He jerked, five, six times, before he stilled. She had done it! “Take that, bitches!” She thought.
Nicole stood, slipped her nightie over her head and lay down beside him. Her hand found his receding cock and just gripped him, not moving. He lay panting, motionless beside her. When he could speak again, she said “Thanks, mom. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“You're welcome. It was fun.” She was dying to ask how that compared with the redhead from his past, but was afraid it might make him regret having told her the things that he did.
Minutes past, as they lay, side by side, recovering. She still gripped him, marveling at how much he had shrunk. She hoped he would not fall sleep… she was far from done.
For Nicole, a fond memory returned, how the last time they were here, he had cleaned her with a warm washcloth. Immediately, she released his sticky dick and ran into the bathroom.
Chase opened his eyes while his mother got cleaned up. He hoped she was not done for the night. He just needed a few more minutes. Nicole sprang from the bathroom, and crossed to where he lay with a washcloth in her hand. He enjoyed watching her move about, naked. He wondered if they might go without clothes at home sometimes. Using the warm washcloth, she carefully cleaned his sensitive dick, balls and groin area. The warmth and her loving hand were a dream to him. It restored some of his rigidity.
When she was done, Nicole climbed onto him, claiming his lips with hers. He could still taste his spend in her mouth. Her soft breasts pressed into his chest as they kissed. Her thigh must have been draped across his dick, as she felt him twitch and harden.
Chase flipped her off him onto the center of the bed. She scooted up until her head rested on the pillow. He was a lover of women’s breasts, and to him, Nicole’s were the finest. Resting one hand on her boob, he asked, “May I?”
“Be my guest. They are a little sensitive right now.”
He cupped her heavy breasts in both hands, lifting and kneading them tenderly. “These drive me crazy. The weight of them, the way they fill my hands.” He leaned in and kissed the valley of her cleavage, then the top of her breast, and moved still higher, planting a kiss on her collar bone. Bending again to her breast, he kissed her nipple, noting her intake of breath. He kissed the other nipple, then carefully drew one into his mouth. He sucked slowly, carefully and circled her areola with his tongue. He could feel from the texture that it was puckered and pebbled.
Nicole moaned softly, arching into him. “Yes. Suck a little harder. I love feeling your tongue and your warm mouth on me like that. It makes me so wet already.”
Chase switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, loving attention while his hands explored her waist and hips. He knelt, kissing down her stomach, and looked up at her.
“You are so beautiful.” He gasped, low and husky with emotion. He moved down between her legs, kissing up her thighs, up toward her sex. Her legs opened to him when he reached her apex. Then he planted kisses in a row, down the other leg toward her knee.
He could tell that he was driving her crazy, and he loved it. Her eyes were squeezed tight, waiting for what Chase would do next.
For a moment he simply looked at her, eyes dark with desire. Then he leaned forward and pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss directly to her mound. Nicole gasped. He explored her with long, slow licks, savoring her taste and the way her thighs trembled.
“Chase… oh, right there,” she moaned. “Your tongue feels incredible. Lick me deeper. I need to feel you inside me like this.”
He carefully opened her lips with both thumbs. He blew his warm breath over her and he saw her clench. Nicole opened her eyes so she could seel what was going on. He ran his fingers in her slit, circling her clit and gathering her lubrication. Then he slid two fingers into her while his tongue focused on her most sensitive spot, stroking steadily. Nicole’s hips rocked gently against his mouth.
“You are so wet for me,” he murmured against her. “I love how you taste. How you open up for me.”
“I am close already,” she panted. “Do not stop. Keep sucking… just like that. You are going to make me come on your tongue if you keep going.”
He did exactly that, steady and patient, until her legs shook and she cried out, pulsing around his fingers. He stayed with her through every wave, gentling his touch as she came down.
When she could speak again, Nicole pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. “I need you inside me now. I want to feel every inch of you.”
Chase moved up her body, eager to enter her. His cock had fully recovered and stood hard and flushed. Nicole wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly. “You are so hard for me. I love how thick you feel in my hand. Come to momma, baby.”
Chase was on his elbows, the head of his cock resting against her slick entrance. He looked into her eyes. “Tell me what you need.”
“Slow at first,” she whispered. “I want to feel you stretch me. I want to look at you the whole time, so that you can see how much I love you.”
He pushed forward gradually, sinking into her inch by inch until he was fully buried. Both of them groaned. “You feel perfect,” he breathed. “So warm and tight around me. I could stay like this forever.”
Nicole wrapped her legs around his waist. “Move inside me, Chase. Long, deep strokes. I want to feel all of you.”
He began to thrust slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Their eyes stayed locked. “Like this?” he asked.
“Yes. Just like that. You are hitting that spot inside me every time. It feels so good. I can feel how hard you are. You are throbbing inside me.”
Chase kissed her neck, her breasts, never losing the rhythm. “I love being inside you. No one else has ever felt like this. Your body was made for me. I love how wet you get, how you squeeze me when I go deep.”
Nicole’s hands roamed his back, rocking up to meet him. “Faster now, but still deep. I need more. Fill me completely. Tell me I am the only one you want like this.”
“You are the only one,” he said, thrusting harder. “I chose you. I will always choose you. The way your breasts move when I fuck you, the way you moan my name… nothing else comes close.”
Their bodies moved together, building momentum steadily. Sweat slicked their skin. Nicole’s moans grew louder. “I am getting close again. Stay right there. Keep looking at me. I want to come with you inside me.”
Chase kept the pace perfect for her, deep and steady. “Come for me, Nicole. Let me feel you come again.”
She cried out as her second orgasm washed over her, walls pulsing tightly around him. The sensation pulled him over the edge with her. “I am coming,” he groaned. “I am going to fill you up. Take all of me.”
He buried himself deep and pulsed inside her, releasing in thick, warm waves. They held each other through every tremor, kissing softly between gasps.
Afterward, Chase eased out of her gently and rolled onto his back, pulling her against his chest. Nicole nestled into him, one leg draped over his, her head resting over his heart. He stroked her back in long, soothing caresses.
“That was perfect,” she murmured, tracing circles on his chest. “I felt so loved. So wanted.”
“You are loved,” he whispered. “More than anything. I could feel every little flutter inside you when you came. It was beautiful.”
She smiled against his skin. “I love how full you make me. Even now, I can still feel you leaking out of me. It feels intimate. Like you are still with me.”
Chase kissed the top of her head. “Good. I want you to feel me all night. I want you to remember that every part of me belongs to you.”
They lay like that for a long time, talking quietly. Nicole told him how the jealousy from the weekend had faded with every touch tonight. Chase reassured her again, describing exactly what he loved about her body and her heart. Their hands continued gentle exploration: soft strokes along thighs, tender kisses on shoulders, fingers laced together.
Eventually their voices grew softer, slower. Nicole’s breathing evened out against his chest. Chase pulled the sheet over them both and held her close, one hand resting possessively on the curve of her hip.
“I love you,” he whispered one last time.
“I love you too,” she answered sleepily.
Wrapped in each other’s warmth, they drifted into deep, peaceful sleep.
Author's thoughts:
Having read a lot of the top stories, I have noticed that they have one thing in common: They get into the sucking, then the fucking, then cumming real quick. Then they do it again almost immediately. It doesn't matter if it is at all realistic. A man that can cum four times in less than an hour? Please don't insult my intelligence. In many of the stories, you hardly get to know the characters. I suppose the skill comes in taking the mechanics of the sex act, trying to draw it out and tell it in as many different ways as you can.
My aim is different. I try to create characters with personality. Then I try to portray their individual sexual needs and past experiences. It is hard work and difficult to be consistant. Then I try to create a sense of the appropriate passage of time without boring my readers. The purpose of going through all this hard stuff is to create immersion. To cause the reader to put themselves inside a character's skin and to live the story.
I want my stories to be the foreplay of writing. To tease with possibility, then pull back. I want real love, lust and release to be demonstrated. I want to edge the reader before finally cashing in with one of the hottest sex scenes that you have ever read. In between you should feel a full range of emotions: joy, shame, embarrassment, anticipation, disappointment, fear, revenge, humor, ... The possibilities are endless.
My stories are not for everyone. If all you want to do is get your rocks off as quickly as you can, then you might want to move along. But if you want to feel something, then I might have just what you are looking for. Please let me know if I am doing that for you.