All characters portrayed are eighteen (18) or older.
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She sees him get out of his car and look around. To her eye, he hasn't changed; he still looks like her Beautiful Boy. Her excitement is almost palpable, but besides her arousal, there is something else, a deeper sense of longing that she hasn't felt since they last met. She wonders if he feels the same.
It's been two months since Mother and her Beautiful Boy had a session. After their last meeting which ended in upset words from her, she was sure he didn't want to see her again. He practically said that their game of mother-cat and boy-mouse had lost its novelty. It blindsided Mother.
When you meet someone who has kinks that fit with yours perfectly like puzzle pieces, it's magical. It's as if the clouds part, the stars align, and the light of horny gods shine down upon you. It is enough to find someone who doesn't make you feel guilty or strange for being into what you're into; that alone would have been a blessing. But her Beautiful Boy was more than enough.
They'd been going strong for almost a year now, and over that time Mother had chipped, chiseled, and sculpted him until he was a fucking Adonis! He knew the game, the rules, the roles, and he was obedient. Their past three sessions had all been amazing, with her Beautiful Boy even improvising some things.
She likes the motel just outside of the city. It's far enough that she's certain no one will recognize her, and cheap enough that it doesn't drain her purse. When Mother hands over her credit card to the clerk behind the counter, she wonders if the woman knows what they're here for; this odd couple of a young emo guy with his undercut and brooding stance, and this voluptuous womanin her mid fourties who may or may not be a librarian. It's amusing to Mother, and after she signs for the room, she has to resist leaning on the counter and boasting about what they're about to get into.
In their room, she asks, "Have you washed?"
"Yes,"
"Yes, what?"
He sighs, and answers, "Yes, Mother."
She can't tell if he's being obstinate because of the role-playing, or if he's genuinely sulking. She thinks that he should be as excited as her. After all, he was the one who came back. She pushes past all this. He may be lethargic now, but Mother is sure she can get him back to his old self; back to being her Beautiful boy.
"Strip," she commands, and he does so mechanically. First shoes, then jeans, then shirt, then underthings. She watches him with increasing interest. It's only been two months, but her libido lies to her and says it's been ages.
When he's naked, her Beautiful Boy stands in his normal brooding fashion waiting for Mother to decide what's next. His cock is flaccid and she reaches for it, curling her fingers around this delicate part of him.
She allows him a small truth, and confesses, "I missed this." He'd be forgiven for thinking she was talking about his cock, but it's more than that. It's his lean frame, his raven-colored hair, the smell of the cheap hotel, their role-playing; everything she's been denied since their last session.
Hearing this honesty, however small, does something to him. Whereas before he was sluggish and lethargic, now she sees a glee in his eye. His cock, begins to grow and twitch in her hands, and Mother lets out a surprised 'oh, before she began stroking him.
She watches for a moment, his cock now as hard as a measuring stick, then he's pulling her close, and kissing her. There is so much passion in that kiss, two months of build-up that tells her just how much he wants this, despite his standoffish attitude just moments ago. She remembers that tonight, her Beautiful Boy has come back to her. And that sense of being desired fuels her ego, so much so that Mother cannot help but fall headfirst into one of their shared fantasies.
She breaks their kiss, stares at him for a moment, then in a breathy voice says, "You have to be quiet, or your sisters will hear you. Do you want your sisters to hear you? Do you want them to see you like this?"
