This is the second part of the series, please read part one first.
Chapter 7- Midnight Snack
Jane arrived at Lauren's at midnight. Lauren answered the door in the nude, and immediately understood what had happened. She grabbed Jane by the hand and led her to her room; Jane had stripped off along the way.
Lauren got between Jane's legs, and got to work fetching the cum from Jane's freshly fucked cunt.
"Is this really Max's cum?"
"Yes," Jane moaned, in pleasure.
"I like it, super taboo, super tasty."
"I don't know if this will happen again, so savor it."
Jane grabbed a handful of Lauren's hair and pushed her face deeper into her pussy.
Jane then came all over Lauren's face, but Lauren continued with her meal, regardless.
When Lauren was done, she went to her nightstand and got out another pill bag, and handed it to Jane.
"That's the morning-after pill, you should take it."
Jane opened the bag, removing the pill, and placing it into her mouth.
"Water?" she muttered, trying to swallow the pill dry for a second.
Lauren grabbed her face and spat directly into her mouth, Jane could taste herself and her son's cum in the spit.
"Thank you, Lauren," she said.
Jane stayed the night in Lauren's bed, still shaken by the reality that she had just fucked her son, and worst of all-- she wanted more.
Chapter 8- Max's Discovery
Max woke up and quickly discovered the wetness around his waist.
He had had a wet dream, he thought.
The images of the dream he had had that night, began to pop back into his head.
A woman, a hot woman, had climbed onto his rock-hard cock in the middle of the night, and rode him. It was the most real wet dream he'd had in his short tenure of being a man.
Halfway through, she had pulled off her panties and tossed them across the room, only to hop back onto his dick and finish him off.
To make matters worse, the bed was very wet,
he had pissed the bed as well. Max was devastated; he hadn't had an accident since the passing of his grandparents. He couldn't let his mother know, he couldn't bear the shame of this loss of self-control.
Max quickly bundled the sheets up and like a thief in the night; he quickly but quietly rushed the soiled sheets to the laundry. He had to be quick to avoid his mum. He scurried down the stairs, around the bannister, through the kitchen, took a right, and snuck uncontested into the laundry room of the house.
This was weird, he had never had a morning where his mum wasn't in the kitchen at seven o'clock, sipping coffee. Max's mum was a creature of habit, she was up every morning at 6:45am, and would make her way down the stairs to the kitchen for coffee.
Max looked at his watch, and it was 7:10am; his mum should've been in the kitchen like she had been almost every day for the last nineteen years. The only time she didn't follow this routine was when she was sick. Max hurriedly stuffed the sheets into the machine, and turned on the cycle. He then rushed upstairs to his mother's bedroom. The door flew open, his actions fuelled by the fear of his mother being violently ill, but to his shock, the room was empty of signs of life, besides the few house plants, of course.
This was a shock.
The bed was made and clearly had not been slept in. There were several pairs of panties across the bed.
He quickly ran back to his room, and pulled his phone from the charger on the nightstand.
She was at Lauren's house.
A sense of calm came over him.
Jane had put a tracking app on his phone after he tracked his paternal grandmother down at sixteen; this app worked both ways.
Chapter 9 - David's Legacy
Max's life was one of big questions and hard truths.
He had never had a father, like everyone else did.
When Max was younger, he had asked Jane a question.
"Mum, who is my dad?"
Jane recoiled at the question, flashes of the assault playing through her mind, the terrible feeling of guilt and anger swept in-- she couldn't hide it from Max's eyes.
Max understood why she acted like this; the only reason anyone has this visceral of a reaction. It was as if he had been hit by a freight train, seeing the pain in his mother's eyes. He felt for the first time, a new kind of guilt-- the guilt of existence.
Max continued to feel that guilt every day, and it was eating him from the inside.
He hated his father, but more so, he hated himself.
Chapter 10- Max's History
When Max was still in school, there was a girl in his class who had been flirting with him, Eliza, the girl next door.
Eliza lived directly across from his house, and from his room's window, he could see her room.
She was a short girl of partly Asian descent, four-foot-seven, with brunette hair and round, gold-rimmed glasses that looked too big. And she had incredibly blue eyes which drove Max wild.
It was at a friend's birthday party that they were singled out for seven minutes of heaven. Max was excited to kiss Eliza, but he was terrified of hurting her.
They entered the closet together. Eliza immediately pinned Max against the door, and touched his lips with hers.
She wanted him and she wanted him to know that.
But, in a split second, Max pulled back, pushed her off of him and exited the closet.
Max ran, down the stairs out the door, into the front yard, and proceeded to fertilise the lawn with several layers of vomit.
Max's life at school was hell from then on. P
The damage had been done and Max vowed never to let a girl kiss him again.
He couldn't handle the stress.
One Christmas, he found a card in an envelope, addressed to him, in his mum's dresser. He was snooping for Christmas presents and had found a jackpot.
The card inside contained seven hundred dollars, and had but three words written,
