Mothers Dark Indulgence Ch 02

Thanks for everyone's patience with this chapter - as mentioned previously, I have no editors/collaborators with similar interests so progress on this series will be a little slow. Contact me if you'd like to help me out and keep the chapters regular!

Thanks for all of the positive, constructive and negative feedback. Realised now that I can't please everyone, but I appreciate all of the comments regardless. This chapter is a little slower and has more character building scenes, but has some excitement towards the end. I want to keep this story reasonably realistic, so not every chapter will be totally full of sex. Though should I continue, it will probably get spicier as it goes on.

Hope you enjoy!

(All characters depicted are 18 or older)

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Alex shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. Groaning, he squinted around the unpleasantly bright room and sat upright. His mouth was dry and he groggily held his head in his hands for a moment while he considered how the party had unfolded. All things considered it had clearly been a success. Glancing outside through the living room window he saw the table under the gazebo was littered in exclusively empty bottles and plastic cups -- a sure sign that the festivities had been shared amongst the guests. But it wasn't the party itself that really plagued his thoughts, it was what he had seen in the dying embers that he couldn't get out of his head.

The ecstatic moans and delighted squeals of his mother were still ringing in his ears like tinnitus. The sight of Joseph's dark-skinned hands gripping her waist and the soft thump of skin against skin was well and truly seared into his memory. But more than anything -- it was the sudden burning of anxiety that lingered.

Had the camera spotted him?

He sat and considered it. Why on earth would his typically reserved and 'proper' mother allowing a much younger man to film their sexual escapades? She wasn't an idiot or technologically clueless -- and she must have known the dangers of these things with the internet available to all. And what was Joseph's angle in all of this? Was he looking to post elicit videos of her on some seedy corner of a forum? The thought of it immediately spiked his anxiety with an edge of anger. Though he quickly reminded himself that he had no way of confronting Joseph on this without immediately incriminating himself as a creep. The moral high-ground wasn't quite surmountable from his position.

And that was the biggest worry -- had the camera seen him? He tried to think back to the moment he spotted the tripod. He agonised for a moment over the angle of the camera, the angle of the door left ajar and the lighting and came to the least satisfying conclusion he could: he didn't know. And for now, he had no way of knowing. He just had to hope that the footage was remain contained on the hard-dive, and that his accidental cameo wasn't immortalised in video form.

As he stood up, his phone buzzed with a weather update: sunny and without clouds again. He'd slept until midday, which given the number of drinks he'd gotten through the day before wasn't a huge surprise. He trudged his way through the living room and up the stairs, but like the night before, found himself suddenly frozen on the spot once he'd reached the landing. He could hear the shower already running. He more carefully stepped onto the landing and looked around.

The door to his mother's room was closed now, and so was the door to his own room.

Suspicions raised, he went to his room and pulled the curtain aside to inspect the front drive. His suspicions were immediately confirmed: there was the black Mercedes. It felt almost ominous to him now. He peered to the left and noticed Cynthia tending to the flower-bed in her front garden. He sighed under his breath,

"Great -- I'm sure she'll have something to say."

He turned back to the landing to head downstairs, but without warning the shower door opened. Joseph stepped out, his skin glistening with water droplets -- contrasted against the white towel wrapped around his waist. Alex immediately felt his stomach drop, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Hey man!" he beamed, tying his dreaded hair tied behind his head.

Alex was immediately reminded of how just how much Joseph dwarfed him. Not just by being almost half a foot taller than him, but in physical build. His torso was a solid mass of defined muscle, and his biceps bulged as if they were gloating as he tied up his hair. Unable to help himself, Alex compared his own physique to him: he was hardly fat, and even pretty decent athletically. He was even fairly strong, but he knew there was no doubt Joseph was in a different category entirely.

"Hey, uh, sleep well?" asked Alex, unsure where to look. The question stung in his throat immediately -- why did he say that?

"Sure did man," replied Joseph, still beaming at him. "Great job with the party, your mum loved it!"

"Uh, thanks -- is she...?"

"Just woken up now," Joseph interrupted enthusiastically. "We'll be down in half an hour or so, could you make her a cup of tea?"

"Yeah I-I will." Alex stuttered -- slightly taken aback at the brazen but polite request.

"You're a legend, see you down there in a minute!" said Joseph, heartily squeezing Alex on the shoulder as he returned to his mother's room.

Alex stood stunned for a moment -- still unsure how to unpack everything that had happened last night, and now this interaction. How on earth did Joseph feel so confidently at home in his house already?

He closed the shower door and breathed deeply. He needed to get out of the house as soon as he could to clear his mind. He texted Andrew to see if he was free and got in the shower, imagining it as some kind of cleansing process for the Peeping Tom behaviour he had engaged in last night.

Once he was finished showering, he stepped onto the landing and paused briefly, listening closely. He heard his mother's voice faintly behind the door followed by a flurry of giggling and Joseph's bellowing laugh. At least they had the good sense to not have loud morning sex, Alex thought to himself.

Now fully dressed and ready for the day, Alex dutifully set about making two cups of tea and toast for his mother and her new boyfriend. There were little in the way of groceries in the house, with only just enough bread and butter for one round of toast. Still very much in a hungover malaise, Alex was half-heartedly attempting to eat a slice when Joseph and his mother came happily bouncing down the stairs.

She had put on a full face of makeup and was wearing another one of her many flowery sundresses and had her hair tied back in a bun. Alex couldn't help but notice a certain warm glow to her demeanour as the two of them sat together and began chattering together, complimenting his tea making ability.

Their morning catch-up was mercifully far less awkward than Alex had anticipated, and it quickly became clear just how electric the chemistry between the two of them truly was. They discussed the party and the two of them explained the many ongoing cliques and dramas of their workplace. Joseph then explained how he and Catherine had come up with a definitive system for ranking the incompetence of each of the managers according to their role, and that they had almost been caught logging this process on a joke spreadsheet they had created together.

As the laughter subsided Alex's phone buzzed -- the message popped up on screen from Andrew, giving him the thumbs up for him to come and hang out at his place.

"Are you off to see Andrew today then darling?" Catherine asked as she put down her tea. "Me and Joseph were thinking of visiting Isley Gardens if you wanted to get some fresh air for a change."

Joseph laughed, squeezing her thigh "Weekends are for seeing the boys! Going the gardens with mum is my job today." he joked.

"Honestly, you'll both have more fun without me today." Alex replied, pretending he hadn't noticed Joseph's firmly planted hand still gripping his mother's thigh. His eyes met hers for what must have been a micro-second before she blushed a little and looked down.

"My hangover will just slow you both down," he continued - feigning ignorance. "I'll head off now actually -- I'm sure you'll make better progress without me." standing up and clearing the empty plates into the sink.

The three of them continued to chat, with Alex's mother repeatedly insisting that he text her upon his arrival at Andrew's house -much to his embarrassment. He had always found his mother's fussing over him at his age a little awkward, but Joseph being there to witness it seemed to make it even more cringe-inducing. He still couldn't quite gauge how old he actually was -- but the fact that he was clearly in his twenties certainly upped his internal anxiety.

After saying his goodbyes, Alex closed the door behind him and stood in the driveway for a moment. He slumped against the front porch step as he scrolled through his phone and messaged Andrew to let him know he was on his way. He briefly wondered to himself if Joseph would still be here when he got back, and if he might be in for a repeat performance of last night. The thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through him, followed by an immediate chaser of shame.

"I need to stop thinking about this." he thought to himself before he finally stood up properly and went to head off. But before he had taken more than a couple of steps forward, he heard the door open and turned to see Joseph hurriedly scampering towards him.

"Hey man! I'm not gonna hold you up for long -- I just wanted to say thank you again for the great party," he said as he held out his hand to Alex. When he took the handshake, Alex was unsurprised at how firm his grip was. "I know this all a bit awkward right now, but you seem like a super cool guy. I'm sure you know that Cath is a beautiful woman and you have her interest at heart, so I'm hoping we can be friends too."

"No worries -- you seem like a really cool guy too. I'm glad you liked the party and, uh my mum." Alex replied -- the inelegance of his words catching in his throat.

"We'll catch up properly next time bro." he said, his ever-present smile still beaming as he turned to go back inside.

Alex turned to head off -- replaying the interaction in his head immediately.

"I'm glad you liked my mum -- nice one, idiot." he muttered to himself, under his breath.

As he walked out of the driveway, he caught sight of Cynthia -- the neighbour -- who had clearly been unsubtly eavesdropping whilst acting as if she was tending to her hedges. Alex had long privately expressed his dislike for her to his mother who had chided him for being harsh, though often had to conceded his analysis of her nosey nature was accurate.

He sighed as he walked away. His mother having a new boyfriend at all would be hot gossip. A boyfriend clearly younger than her? Double the gossip. A well-built black man being the new squeeze of a seemingly innocent, middle-class white woman? He dreaded to think what Cynthia might already be blabbering to her equally sullen husband.

The sun continued to beat down on him as it walked the same way it had the day before. Off in the distance an ominous formation of gloomy, grey clouds was forming. Alex tried to distract himself with music, but his thoughts kept returning to one thing: the sight and sounds he heard last night. He had hardly heard his mother express attraction to a man before -- and last night she had been pleadingly begging for "big black cock." She had even called him "Daddy." The rhythmic sound of Joseph pumping his body against hers echoed through his mind. His previously overwhelming anxiety about potentially being caught on camera subsided as he realised just how much the whole thing had turned him on. He quickened his pace -- and tried not to think about how much he wanted to watch them again.

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When he arrived at Andrew house, they went about their traditional hang-out. Alex greeted Andrew's parents who seemed to perpetually planted in front of the TV in his living room, they picked up drinks and snacks from the corner shop and went to his bedroom to play games on his Xbox. Molly was here this time and as per usual was more than happy to observe and critique their gameplay whilst she sat at Andrew's desk and played on her phone. Alex had always thought Andrew clearly benefitted from being an only child to wealthy parents whenever he was in his room. It was spacious and kept incredibly tidy. The room was always lit in stylish neon RBG lights, and he had room for a king-sized bed, a desk and a sofa in front of a large TV for console gaming. In the familiarity of the routine Alex had forgotten all about last night and was fully engrossed instead on trying to humiliate Andrew on FIFA.

"How was the rest of the party yesterday? Sorry we had to bounce so early." asked Andrew -- his eyes glued to the screen.

"Yeah, it was decent." Alex replied. His mind immediately returned to the image of his mother's pale white body being held down by Joseph. His lapse in concentration was immediately punished by Andrew, who ruthlessly counter-attacked and scored.

"Another last-minute winner," Andrew proclaimed and he leant back, grinning smugly as he basked in his victory. "You're really starting to lose your touch."

"Whatever." Alex replied, rolling his eyes and grimacing "I have to let you win once in a while or we both know you'll get depressed about it."

"Sure thing buddy -- you're only as good as your last game. Clearly partying with all of the dusty office dweller took a toll on you last night," he teased. "Did you meet your mum's new guy in the end then?"

Alex shifted in his seat a little. He didn't want to give too much away, "Yeah I did. He seems like a pretty nice guy."

He swallowed, avoiding eye-contact -- secretly hoping his vague answer would end the conversation. Predictably, Molly perked up all of sudden now that there was some potential gossip to be had.

"Wellllllll..." she said as she peered up from her phone screen. "What's he called? Is he tall dark and handsome?"

Alex rolled his eyes -- Molly and his mother had always gotten along so well. He was honestly quite surprised she didn't know all of the details already.

"Very funny -- his name is Joseph" he said. "And before you ask, no I did not call him Dad or any weird shit like that"

"Do you think I've blown my chance with her then?" Andrew teased "Moll always said your mom had the eyes for me."

Alex scoffed and playfully punch his arm. "Yeah sure thing pervert -- I don't think you're her type."

"I think he's right Andrew - Catherine has much better taste than you." Molly chimed in sternly. "She's a woman of sophistication. And besides," she turned to Alex, "If you're gonna be mean and not spill the deets I can always just text her."

"Ugh, fine," said Alex as he continued to shift uncomfortably. "He's called Joseph, tall black guy with dreads. He has some kind of nice Mercedes. Happy?"

"A black guy?" Molly and Andrew both exclaimed in unison. Alex felt himself blushing immediately, but he was determined to keep his cool.

"Yeah, so? Are you guys racist now or something?" Alex retorted. He could tell just how much Molly was relishing hearing about this.

"I'm don't care if he's black," Andrew chimed in, "And besides -- didn't your mum used to work as journalist?"

Alex frowned, "Yeah, so?"

A mischievous grin spread across Andrew's face, "It wasn't... at the British Broadcasting Corporation was it?"

"Yeah she worked at the BB- oh you're disgusting!" Alex retorted, the joke only registering halfway through his sentence. The two of them immediately became entangled in mostly friendly wrestle -- as was tradition when a 'Your Mum' joke hit a nerve. Molly rolled her eyes and picked her phone back up, having been witness to this routine on several occasions.

"You are disgusting, Andrew." she said, opening her texts -- knowing that they'd wear each-other out before long.

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When Alex returned home, he found his driveway finally empty of the black Mercedes. He came into the kitchen where his mother was busy cooking. She was clearly a little giddy, and when Alex asked her about her day in the gardens, she gushed with all of the details. By all accounts, Joseph had been an absolute gentleman for the day. She recounted the day in detail as she ladled lasagne onto Alex's plate, including how he took real interest in her fascination with the local birdlife and later in the day bought her a glossy encyclopaedia on bird species local to southern England.

Alex couldn't help but smile seeing her so happy. The divorce could never have extinguished her spirit entirely, but there no doubt that her marriage fizzling out and the painful recurring round of legal proceedings had taken a toll on her as it would have done for anyone. Seeing her so full of life again made Alex feel refreshed -- she was suddenly back to her real self, and that tired look that so often hid the shine in her eyes was gone.

"Anyways..." she said, sitting down at the table across from Alex, finally taking a breath. "I wanted to talk to you... about everything."

Alex gulped, his mind immediately pivoting to whether he'd be caught snooping last night.

"Uh sure, what do you mean?" he said, acting as oblivious as possible.

"With Joseph..." she said softly, her expression suddenly serious. "I just wanted to say that you will always be my first priority, no matter what. If you don't like him, I'll stop seeing him. No man will ever be more important to me than you, darling."

Alex was unsure how to react to the abrupt change of tone in the conversation. None of what had occurred had once made him think less of her as a person. He felt a twinge of guilt -- he was the one here with secrets, not her.

"No mum, honestly - don't worry. I'm glad you're happy, and he seems like a cool guy." he replied, trying his best to maintain eye contact despite the air of awkwardness he always felt in emotionally sincere conversations.

"I mean it sweetie -- if you ever feel like something is off, please tell me and we can sort it out. And besides-"

She was interrupted by her phone's ringtone, and paused to check it. Alex continued eating, and noticed a subtle sparkle in her eye as she saw who was calling her.

"One minute sweetie, I'll be right back." she said as she stood up and quickly shuffled into the living room, closing the door behind her.

Instinctively, Alex waited for a few seconds and quietly went to the closed door and pressed his ear against it. He couldn't make out much in the way of sentences -- it was clear that his mother had hushed her voice slightly. However, her unsubtle exit and the intermittent giggles he could hear made it quite clear who was talking to. His waiting by the door and hearing her flirty laughter brought him back to the night before, and he found himself just as tantalisingly turned on as he had been before.

To avoid arousing any potential suspicion, he quickly returned the table. He hastily finished his meal, washed the plate and scampered upstairs to his room. He closed the door, and shifted his bookcase in the way he normally did as a makeshift doorstopper.

As was a well-practiced routine for most young men he logged onto his computer, undid his belt and began browsing. His tastes in porn had always been fairly vanilla -- but recent events had inspired him. He clicked on the interracial tab, and began scrolling. As he scrolled, he soon realised that his mother was far from alone in her taste for strong, hung black men. Practically every video he panned his mouse across to preview showed white women eagerly accommodating black dick in a variety of creative positions.