I pulled out of the lot and started home. Mother slid as close to me as she could sit. I draped my arm around her shoulder, sliding my hand down the top of her dress and kneading her soft tit with my fingers. She had her hand wrapped around my rigid cock through my jeans. I drove slowly.
"I want you to fuck me tonight, David," Ma said. "Like you did Faye."
"Say what?" I asked.
"That's right, David," she whispered. "I want to feel you in my ass. I've never done that."
"Sure, Ma," was all I could say.
I had no idea how this was going to work, but when I pulled in the driveway and shut the key off, Ma was all over me. She had my cock out and her dress pulled up over her ass. She got out of the car and leaned over the fender with her naked backside gleaming in the bright moonlight. She reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side exposing her sopping pussy and puckered rosebud to me. I stepped up behind her and she took me with her hand and guided my hard cock straight up to her back door.
I pushed firmly into her. Her tight ring resisted for a few seconds, but then she relaxed and I slipped into her an inch or so. She groaned out loud. We were partially under the carport, but anyone looking our way could see me standing behind her with my pants around my ankles, screwing her like a dog. Being beyond rational thought, I forged ahead into her darkest region 'til we were pressed tightly together.
"Now fuck me, David," she whispered. "Fuck me hard in my ass."
I withdrew and slammed into her. Then again... and again... Her breath whistled through her teeth each time we crashed together.
"Oh, Jesus yes," she gasped. "Do it, David, fuck me hard."
I slammed into her with reckless abandon. I was drained, having cum twice earlier in St. Augustine, but I relentlessly ploughed into her. She erupted violently, oozing a thick flow of woman juice on the fender of my car. Her sphincter clamped down on me with tremendous pressure, as if to milk me of my seed. Then I came, drenching her hole with all the thick jizz I could muster. I was wasted. Me knees trembled and I had to lean against the car for several minutes before I gathered enough strength to pull my jeans back up.
Mother stood up, wobbling on her high heels and smoothed her dress down over her hips.
"Thank you, David," she said. "I desperately needed that."
Turning, she picked her purse up off the ground where it had fallen, and walked toward the house. I stood there and watched her open the door and go inside. She left the door standing open behind her. I followed her in, closing the door.
Dad was asleep on the sofa in the den. I crept past him to my room and closed the door. I lingered in the shower and when I hit the sheets, I was asleep on the way down.
The old man hollering at mother awakened me. Confusion clouded my brain but I could hear him ranting about something. After I made a quick nature call, I stepped out into the hallway in search of the disturbance. Dad was cussing Ma out for something. They were in the kitchen. I walked closer so I could hear what he was saying.
"That's just bullshit, Meredith," he raved. "That kid doesn't work and he's costing us a fortune in tuition. He can live at home until he finishes school and then I don't give a damn what he does as long as it's not around here."
"Ted, he's twenty-one tomorrow," Mom said. "And I've already rented him the apartment. If you don't like it, that's just to friggin' bad. I used my money to pay for it so you just settle down."
"That's my retirement you're pissing away, Meredith," he spat at her.
"Your ass, Ted," she shrieked. "That money is mine from my father's estate, and you'll never see a penny of it, you selfish bastard."
She spun on her heel and stalked out of the kitchen. When she saw me in the living room, she smiled from ear to ear. She turned and flipped the bird back at the kitchen door before heading down the hall to her bedroom. I sat quietly, waiting for the next volley. It never came, because the door chimes rang. I got up and opened the door. It was Ned and Faye.
"Happy birthday!" They sang in unison.
Ned pumped my hand and Faye draped her supple body all over me in a huge hug and an open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue slashed way down my throat. This drew a brief stare from Uncle Ned. Dad entered the room and he and Ned shook hands and slapped each other on the back as if they had never been separated. Mother came into the room and hugged Faye and Ned in that order. She was wearing a sheer black sundress with a full flowing skirt. Very short and sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps, black seamed stockings and high-heeled pumps.
Faye was sheathed in a simple tight fitting, shiny gray shift. Cut very low in the back and front, with sparkling silver hose and clear plastic strappy sandals. They both looked yummy to me. Ned and dad disappeared into the den to catch up on twenty plus years. Dad went straight to the bar and mixed them each a drink. It was 11:00 AM. Might as well get your day started off right.
"Did you tell him?" Faye asked Mom.
"I told Ted, and he went nuts on me," Mom answered.
"He's just like his brother," Faye said.
"What are you two talking about?" I asked.
"I rented you an apartment in Jacksonville," Mom said. "Or should I say, I rented us and apartment in Jacksonville?"
Faye giggled. "We did a lot of interesting things yesterday, didn't we, Darling?"
Mom hugged her and they kissed softly.
"Just across the waterway, on Beach Blvd. You know those condos on the south side of the road on the water?" Mom asked. "Well, I rented one furnished for a year. I paid for the whole year and here's the keys, Baby."
I was stunned.
"Happy birthday, Lover Boy," She cooed in my ear. "Now Silas Ligree in there won't bother you all the time."
"Wow!" I said. "What brought this on?"
"I made the arrangements a month ago when Gail Daily and her husband found out he was being transferred to Chicago," she said. "They wanted to rent the condo out but preferred to have somebody they knew in it. They'll be back next August. And besides I thought you could use the privacy."
"I don't know what to say," I said.
"Tell me you love me," she whispered.
"I love you, Ma," I said.