Bridget is stunned. She doesn't know how to respond. Roy lets her twist on the hook and keeps silent. Finally she says, "You, what? Why in the world would you tell her that?"
"Because she asked me if I wanted to," he grins.
"Jesus Christ. Ok, now you're playing with me. Why Roy, why oh why would she ask you that?"
"Because she knows I've got a great dick and she wants me to share it with you."
"You didn't fuck Mom, did you?" she whispers, epiphany intersecting with reality.
Roy just smiles.
"Ohhh MOTHERFUCKER, you have a story to tell. Spill it!"
He nods. "I sure do. Let me tell you how it started. I'm dying to tell someone. No one in the entire world knows, well except Mom. So we have to go back a few months when you were away with Amanda. Remember that?" She nods. "Good, well I had the house to myself and I wanted to explore a little bit. And by explore, I mean my own body, not the house. I don't have to tell you that I'm not gay, but I discovered that my prostate fuckin' slays and if I combine ass play with jerking off I lose my mind every single time. Please don't judge because right now we're dealing with some heavy duty shit and I'm trying to be as frickin' honest as I possibly can." It's a lot for Bridget to swallow, especially considering that she's already drowning in confusion. But she nods knowingly and tries to make him realize he's in a safe place.
"I've done some crazy shit lately, present company included! I'm not gonna judge ya, Roy. And besides, I love anal. You don't have to sell me on how good it feels."
"I figured. Hey Bridge, I kind of like this. There's no barriers between us. Just total honesty. I don't think I've ever been totally open with a girl before. Ever. There's a lot of stuff I wouldn't admit to and this will top it all," he motions to the two of them, "But that doesn't mean I don't also have some kinky skeletons in the closet."
"Free those skeletons. They're safe with me."
"Fuck. That was really hot, actually. I gotta be careful with you. I mean, I love you like a sister and all, but I can't start catching feelings for you."
"Oh god disgusting! That's NOT gonna happen. Just be happy with what you already had." She wiggles her ass against his dick, feeling it stir. The message is clear: there might be more where that came from. They are, after all, lying naked in bed together.
"I started with a finger. It just made jerking off so much better. I started to use things from around the house." She shoots him an alarmed look, "Not your shit! Just stuff that I could use that no one would notice missing. Still, nothing worked better than my fingers for pinpoint accuracy to hit some amazing spots inside. But I also really liked getting stretched out.
"So yeah, as boys tend to do, I turned my mind to sports. Baseball, to be precise. I started to wonder how it would feel to have the business end of a baseball bat up my butt. Bridge, it was fucking awesome."
"I might have done that myself, or actually, had it done to me."
He pretends that he doesn't hear her random confession and pushes on with his story. "It took awhile to get it worked in. I can appreciate how crazy I was to try. But once I started feeling full-body prostate orgasms hit me I lost track of time. I didn't plan for Mom to come home early."
"Oh."
"Yeah. 'Oh'. You see where I'm going with this, right? Well there I am on my bed, folded back onto myself with my ass in the air and my heels against my wall. I'm lowering the baseball bat into my ass like I'm dropping anchor or drilling for oil. I'm about eight inches deep when my door bursts open. Mom's holding, if you can believe it, an exam I totally botched. I just froze. I fucking froze, Bridge. What else could I do? I was terrified that I'd hurt myself if I tried to whip it out.
"You know what she did then? She smiled, left the room, and closed the door behind her. She didn't say a word. It was actually the worst thing she could have done. I expected her to rage or yell. Nothing.
"I didn't know what to do. I panicked. I pulled out the bat and just collapsed onto myself. I know it sounds stupid, but in that moment the only thing that kept running through my mind is that Mom will think I'm gay. I imagined her telling her friends and asking for advice on how to raise a gay son. My imagination spiked and I needed to address the issue immediately. It wasn't shame or anything. I guess that's the weirdest part. I wasn't embarrassed, but I wanted to make sure the record was straight before Mom went shooting her mouth off around town."
"She totally would have, no doubt."
"Right? So I threw on a bath robe and marched down to her bedroom. In my frazzled state of mind I didn't even think to knock. In the two minutes it took for me to get there, Mom was already mostly naked, face down and ass up fingering her pussy furiously. She didn't even take off her bra and her huge boobs were slapping her face as she fucked her hand. I think the cool air from the hall must have hit her because she opened her eyes and let out a scream. Bridge, I didn't know what to do."
"Sounds like she got a taste of her own medicine."
"You'd think so, but Mom's full of surprises. She bounces back almost immediately, and says to me, 'In or out'. She flips back onto the bed and extends her crossed legs in front of her. She crosses her arms across her breasts too, like she's hiding them. I just stood there, you know. But it wasn't out of indecision. I knew the right answer. I knew that I needed to get the hell out of there. But something inside of me didn't want to. Maybe I was pissed that she caught me doing some perverted shit. Maybe I wanted to get back at her by making her feel just as uncomfortable as she made me. I dunno, to be honest Bridge, but I decided to close the door behind me.
"I don't think she expected that. Mom just looked at me for a long time... and then she smiled. She motioned for me to come sit next to her on the bed. I swear it was like slow motion as I settled in next to her. I could smell her so strongly. Not just her perfume, but the smell of her pussy. It was strong and pungent. My eyes kept returning to the thick patch of black hair at her crotch. It was the first untrimmed pussy I've ever seen in real life. It turned me on. I was completely out of my league. She asked me if I liked how she looked and of course I simped hard for her. She's got a killer body and I wasn't going to lie about that.
"She apologized for barging in without knocking. She admitted that it was fair that I'd done the same with her. Then she asked if I wanted to see more. I reached out to touch her boob and she slapped my hand away. She told me that I needed to learn obedience. Mom had me get up on my hands and knees and push my face down into the bed, exactly the same position I found her in when I busted into the room. With my open asshole kissing the sky, I felt completely exposed. It was hot as she started to move around the bed. I heard her take her bra off, the fabric scraping at her shoulders. Then I felt her come up behind me. She gave off heat like an oven but it felt so good when her tummy pushed against my ass and she folded onto my back. Her tits slid all over my back as she moaned in pleasure. I think she was playing with herself, but I had my eyes shut and was lost in sensory overload myself. She peeled back and sank her tongue in my ass. I nearly shot my load right then. Her lips French kissing my asshole made my cock as hard as steel. It became really obvious.
