At least, she thought he would have.
Nick had never been quite as inclined to simply take what he wanted as Eric was. But no one would make the mistake of calling the boy meek. He was attentive to the wants and needs of those around him in a way that Eric never would be. But he wasn't obsequious, the way her brother, Wes, could sometimes be.
Those two comparisons remained forefront in her mind as her wife's son knelt before her and pleasured her orally. Eric didn't like going down on her. She didn't think it was because he thought no real man would lower himself to such an act. At least, she hoped he wasn't one of those. But she'd known the pleasure of her own son's tongue far less often than she'd have liked. And when she had, there was no question that he didn't bring the same enthusiasm, patience, and skill to the table as Nick did.
Her brother was more than happy to perform cunnilingus. Fancied himself something of an expert too. And he wasn't bad. Wes was easily the most talented guy she'd ever come across, in that particular department, prior to Nick coming of age. Maybe even for a while after that. But it hadn't taken Nick long to show her just how unnecessary it was to judge men by different standards than women.
She'd assumed that Wes looked up at her constantly, silently imploring her to tell him he was doing a good job, because he simply didn't know what she was feeling. Had no way of knowing. And she'd assumed that Jennifer didn't do that because Jennifer had a pretty good idea of how what she was doing must have felt.
Sex with Jennifer was... well, it was what it was. No more and no less. Which was no substitute for what she really craved. That was for sure. But during the eighteen long years in which she'd waited for her son to come of age, Gabriela had come to believe that the one thing no man could ever do for her as well as Jennifer could was pleasure her orally.
Then Nick went and proved her wrong.
Which was not to say that he was
better
than his mother. Only that the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. He was a little more aggressive than Jennifer. But Gabriela wasn't entirely sure that was a bad thing. And he didn't need constant feedback from her. If she asked him to ease up because he was overstimulating her clitoris, which he'd had a tendency to do at first, he'd ease up. If she thought he was being too coy, neglecting her little lady too much, which he'd done for a while after she'd told him a few times that he was a little overbearing, he would see to her needs. In short, the boy was very much
open
to feedback. He just didn't seek it out when she wasn't in the mood to provide it, caught up as she was in the act of enjoying his efforts.
Eric was the same way. When it came to everything else. It was hard not to conclude that her son just wasn't very interested in giving head.
Soon enough, though, she found herself comparing Nick to his brother or hers less and less. He didn't leave her any room to. As his tongue and fingers worked their magic, she found it hard enough just to keep from being pulled out to sea entirely, left to drift in an ocean of pure euphoria. Incapable of so much as remembering her name.
Only after a very intense orgasm, when her son stood up and smiled down at her as he cleaned his face off, did Gabriela finally realize she still hadn't reverted to her true self.
She blushed.
Then realized that Nick really didn't care. He hadn't simply been pretending not to care in order to get her excited. If he was any less interested in her while she was like this, and just about
had
to be, he didn't let it show.
Gabriela shuddered.
Damn, but Jennifer had given birth to one hell of an amazing stud. He wasn't as built as her own son, nor as handsome. What with those dimples and all, "cute" was a much better word for him. He had a boyish charm that was undeniably effective, but was at the same time no rival for Eric's intense, unrivaled beauty. Nick's sleek torso was hard and muscular, to be sure, but it lacked the bulging, rippling strength that made Eric so irresistible. He was also more than a little nerdy. Not to the point of being socially inept, but he definitely didn't do well with parties. It had surprised precisely no one when he'd gotten accepted to Caltech. Gabriela had never been particularly interested in geeks. Those flaws might have led her to prefer Eric even if it hadn't been true that one of the boys was the fruit of her own garden, while the other she'd merely helped to raise. But Nick
was
something.
She wouldn't trade Eric in for him. But if she'd had Nick warming her bed a few nights a week whilst waiting for Eric to come of age, rather than Wes, those eighteen years would have been a lot more pleasant.
Would her brother have remained hungry for her pussy if she'd forgotten to drop her mask with him, the way she had just now with her son? Not just willing to go along with it, but so hot for her that he didn't even give her a chance to notice her mistake?
Perhaps.
She sometimes thought that Wes worshipped the ground she walked on. Which had always sounded romantic to her, when she was young. But adulthood had taught her that such was nowhere near as attractive a quality in a man as she'd imagined it to be.
Even so, she had her doubts.
As mistaken as she'd been about the desirability of having a man worship her, she'd been just as mistaken about how liberating it would be to have her sons come of age. After all, there were still there daughters. That first year had been hell. She'd wanted to spend all her time with Eric. Or, failing that, with Nick. And she'd gotten her way reasonably often. But the need to keep the others in the dark had sent her to bed feeling deeply frustrated entirely too often.
It got better after Patty and Veronica turned eighteen. But the not-quite-a-year that had gone by since had brought its share of frustrations as well. There was just one person who was out of the loop. One out of seven. Yet that was enough to make them all walk on eggshells. And worse.
The constant deception, the inability to be who she was even when Annie wasn't around, for fear that she might come home early, was the reason why Gabriela had forgotten to reveal her true self after Nick had thrown her down on the bed. There had been a time when she wouldn't even have had to think about it. When maintaining her mask took so much effort in the first place that it would surely have slipped the moment she started to lose herself in the pleasures Nick had been visiting upon her, rather than requiring an active and deliberate attempt to dispel, the way it did now.
Soon.
Wes' youngest, Kurt, would come of age in a matter of days. And then so would Annie, the last of the brood, a few short weeks after that. Then they'd be done with this charade.
Well, sort of.
But at lest inside their own home, they'd be able to be who they were, fairly openly.
As those thoughts ran through her mind, Gabriela went ahead and forced the illusion to end. She felt her body change as pounds of unwelcome bulk ceased to be. Her breasts remained large, her hips broad, and her thighs full and soft. But her waist shrank dramatically, her skin tightened, her stretch marks and cellulite disappeared, and what remained was an impossibly curvy woman who at once seemed to be young and thin yet also voluptuous and mature. Her hair would be shinier, her grays gone. Her face would be nearly free of wrinkles. But not entirely. And her facial features, though supernaturally elegant and beautiful, would not belong on a woman as young as she would appear to be at first glance.
Nick pumped his eyebrows at her and made a throaty sound.
That simple, primal, unthinking display of lust made her ache.
"I need you inside me," she said to him, breathlessly.
And, a moment later, he was.
Nick had one of those penises that was thickest at the head. The word "bulbous" almost, almost did it justice. At first, she'd found it a little funny looking. But when he entered her, he positively took her breath away. There was a sweet moment of tension, when she wondered if it was possible to fit him inside her. As if she hadn't done so many times before. It was only a moment though. From there, his smooth member slid inside her welcoming hole quite easily. That moment in which her walls strained to accommodate his thick helmet was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was almost unpleasant. But only almost. If he'd been that thick from tip to base, she'd have found it a challenge to enjoy coupling with him. Since he wasn't though, it was the best part about having sex with Nick. And it made her wish that Eric and Wes had the same shape to their members.
That initial moment was the best part, yes. But the way he stared intently in her eyes was right up there too.
She didn't have the connection with Jennifer's son that she did with her own, of course. But he
was
her son too. In a way. It wasn't the same, naturally. But it wasn't like she was sleeping with just any teenager. The few times she'd picked up guys at bars while Jennifer was out of town on business hadn't meant much to her. Those had been fun, sure. But mostly just because of the rush it gave her to do something so naughty. Nick might not have been her flesh and blood, but he'd lived under her roof for the past twenty years, and he'd called her "Mom" all that time.
