"You better not let your mom treat me like shit this time," Debbie said while filing her nails.
Her boyfriend Patrick just rolled his eyes as they sped down the interstate. The two hour drive from the university to his mother's home was close enough but the tension between his mother Janice and his girlfriend Debbie kept his visits short and infrequent. The only time he had brought home his brunette sex bomb of a girlfriend was for his father's funeral last spring, just before finals. His mother had clung on to him unnaturally in her grief and Debbie found the whole episode rather alarming. The silence filled the car as she recalled the events of that last trip.
"If I didn't know better I'd think she was coming on to you," Debbie had warned him while they were speaking in the hall while his mother took a shower. The pair had barely a moment alone the entire trip, a fact that was starting to grate on Debbie's nerves and her libido. The funeral earlier in the day had been a grueling affair as Debbie sat next to Patrick and his mother who barely let go of him the entire day. Debbie was going to say more but before she could Janice appeared with a robe on and a towel around her head and insisting that the pair not sleep together in the same bedroom. Patrick only shrugged his shoulders as Debbie gave him an incredulous look as she was shuffled off to a downstairs bedroom by the matronly woman.
"I'm 27 years old!" Debbie huffed, "And your son is a grown man."
"Well then," Janice said with an air of superiority, "you should be old enough to have learned good manners like I taught my boy. Besides Pat is only 22, too young for someone like you." Janice opened the door to the spare bedroom, a plain room with nothing more than a bed, a nightstand and a dresser. "If he brings you home again, you can share his room," Janice conceded, clearly not convinced she'd ever see the little tart again.
"If he brings me home again!" Debbie humphed, the memory of that night still etched in her brain. A vindictive smile spread across her lips as Patrick drove her back to the battlefield so she could claim victory over his clutching mother. When she walked in the door she'd do everything in her power to let Janice know which woman Patrick preferred.
When at last they arrived at the house Patrick and Debbie climbed from the car and headed for the front door. Patrick was about to just open the door but Debbie pulled him back and rang the bell.
"It'll be better this way," Debbie beamed, her pixie like smile convincing him to go along with her silly little game. The pair waited in the cold, their breath creating clouds of steam while they waited for his mother to answer the door. They could hear her steps and then the door knob was turning.
"I love you baby," Debbie breathed heavily, stepping up on her toes and wrapping her arms around Patrick's head and pulling him close for a deep kiss. When Janice opened the door she could barely see her son's face, his girlfriend's mouth was busy sucking in his tongue noisily while her leg was wrapped around her son's hip doing a slow grind. Patrick, unaware that his mother had answered the door, slipped his hands down and grabbed Debbie's ass and pulled her tight against his thigh, grinding her crotch on his stiffening member.
Finally Janice cleared her throat and when the pair looked at her they smiled sheepishly, Debbie untangling herself from Patrick's grasp slowly.
"Mom!" Patrick shouted, thrusting his arms out for a hug when Debbie finally stepped away. "Happy Thanksgiving!" Janice and Patrick hugged tightly causing the apron on Janice's body to twist to the side. Debbie looked questioningly at the low cut sweater her boyfriend's mother wore. Her impressive cleavage would certainly be on display once the apron was removed. Looking down she saw the thigh length skirt with the dangerously high slit.
"What game are you playing at?" Debbie wondered silently. Once Patrick and his mother were done hugging Janice turned to Debbie.
"Oh dear. It has been so long. Sally, isn't it?" Janice said with a contemptuous smile as she pulled the young woman in for a hug.
"It's Debbie, Mrs. Evans," Debbie corrected not bothering to hide her annoyance. "I'd hate to think you might be getting Alzheimer's." The horrified look on Janice's face was worth the warning glare Patrick shot her.
Debbie was left to close the front door as Janice led Patrick into the house chattering away. Janice hung on Patrick's arm, her bosom pressed up tightly against him. "Any other woman," Debbie thought to herself, "and I'd claw her eyes out." But Janice wasn't any other woman, she was Patrick's mother. Ostensibly the one woman she should feel the least amount of competition from and here she was as jealous as a school girl. Deep down Debbie knew that her instinct was right. Janice wanted Patrick in a very unmotherly way. Perhaps she could play her own game.
"Where is the bathroom?" Debbie called out still standing at the base of the stairs at the front door.
"Upstairs, second door on the left," Janice sang out. A smile spread across the handsome woman's face, a few more minutes alone with her son was certainly a gift she wouldn't turn down. "So are things getting serious between you two?" Janice asked Patrick quietly.
"Oh I don't know mom, she's a great girl. A lot of fun really." Patrick could feel the blush creeping up into his cheeks. Debbie had filled his head with stories of things she wanted to do to him in his childhood bedroom.
"Well, no woman can ever replace your dear old mom, right?" Janice prompted, leaning over the counter that separated them so that her sweater dipped low giving him a view of the lacy black bra that cradled her breasts. A dark look settled on her face when Patrick didn't respond, his mind obviously somewhere else.
"So when do we eat?" Debbie said cheerfully bouncing into the kitchen. Janice turned from her son and opened her mouth in undisguised shock. Debbie had removed her bra and now her pert breasts were floundering freely beneath the cotton top she wore. Her nipples were as stiff as bullets and poking out the t shirt obscenely.
"Don't you think you should cover those up, dear?" Janice said over sweetly, nodding at the young woman's breasts.
"Oh? Well I saw the way you were dressed and I just figured I would be comfortable too!" Debbie ignored the sour look Janice shot her and moved to sit beside Patrick. Debbie kissed Patrick on the cheek, leaving a deep red lipstick mark. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Janice's nose curl up in anger. "Hey you want to watch the game?" Patrick nodded and the pair headed to the living room, leaving Janice alone in the kitchen.
Ten minutes later Patrick and Debbie were sitting in the living room when Janice brought them a tray of sliced meats and cheeses for snacks. Patrick was trying to push Debbie's arm away as his mother approached but the young woman would not budge. By the time Janice was standing over them it was obvious Debbie was rubbing Patrick's growing erection through his slacks.
"It looks great. Thanks mom," Patrick said taking the tray and setting it on his lap, though he couldn't let it go because of Debbie's hand underneath.
"Yes, thanks mom. It feels delicious," Debbie said softly. She fought hard to suppress the laugh that she desperately wanted to release when Janice's eyes widened in horror at her words. Janice bit her lip and for a moment Debbie could have sworn there was longing in the other womans eyes.
"Ha!" she exulted silently. "You can't touch your son, but I can!" Debbie's mouth curled into a self satisfied smile. Janice gave a long look at where Debbie's hand was hidden, but obviously moving beneath the tray and then back into Debbie's eyes. With a soft sigh she turned and headed back into the kitchen.
Dinner was a pleasant affair, though Janice was certainly less animated than when her son and his girlfriend had first arrived. The snide remarks had given way to a soft spoken self pitying air. Soon Patrick was aware of the difference in his mom and he tried to lift her out of her funk, but each time Janice just looked at Debbie defeatedly and then insisted nothing was wrong.
After dinner Patrick brought in the small suitcases from the car and set them at the base of the stairs. Debbie had called to him in the kitchen for a slice of pie and when he finally got around to taking the bags upstairs he found they were missing. Heading up to his old room he found the bags beside his bed, his and Debbie's.
"At least she's accepted that we are sleeping together," Patrick mused silently.
Around ten o'clock Debbie announced she needed a shower and headed up the room to get her nightgown. Janice was tired too and said she would be getting ready for bed as well. Patrick decided that he'd have one more slice of pumpkin pie before calling it a night.
"Oh dear," Janice exclaimed as she came up the stairs only to find Debbie heading into the bathroom carrying a small, black and lacy baby doll nightie. "You aren't going to wear that are you?"
"Well, I thought I'd wear it with these," Debbie said holding up a pair of sheer black panties. With a challenging smile Debbie stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
Janice stared at the bathroom door until she heard the water running and then turned to her own room. Unused to others in the house she didn't bother to close the door to her room as she began to rummage through her dresser drawer. A tangle of nightgowns frustrated her and she began to toss unsatisfactory ones upon the floor. Some were overly complicated, others too granny like. Nothing seemed to meet her needs at the moment and she nearly gave up until she pulled out a simple number that she had not seen in many years.
The gown was ivory colored, knee length with long sleeves, and it laced up in the middle with a cream colored ribbon. It was motherly with a hint of sexiness. With haste she began to pull off her clothes and put the gown on her body. As she finished lacing up the ribbon she hefted her heavy breasts into the soft built in cups of the nightgown. Her dark nipples could just be seen through the lace, just enough of a hint that she could claim innocence if anyone mentioned it.
Debbie scrubbed her body beneath the warm water, her pussy beginning to tingle with the thought of making love to Patrick down the hall from his mother. Let Janice hear how she pleases her 'little' boy. If the woman only knew how much her boy had grown, Debbie thought and sent a delicious jolt to her pussy. Stepping out of the shower she dried her body and began to apply a small amount of makeup to her face and lips. Forty minutes after she entered the bathroom she examined herself in the mirror, turning this way and that to make sure that she looked good enough to eat. Her breasts bounced perkily beneath the lacy black nightgown, the stiff nipples poking out pronouncedly. Biting her lip, she slid her hand over her mound and teased her excited pussy before heading out the door to the bedroom.
"I know mom, I love you too," Patrick said softly.
Debbie stopped short and turned to find that Janice's bedroom door was open and the light from a bedside lamp was spilling into the darkened hallway. Creeping closer she peered into the room and found that Patrick was sitting on the edge of his mother's bed, his hand was being held between Janice's somewhere hidden from Debbie's view.
