His turn for the worse did nothing to ease his mother's troubled mind. She blamed herself for it, for not having picked him up when he asked her to, even though he said that she had nothing to do with it.
"But I do," she said. "I'm your mother."
She came home earlier, but in her case that meant coming home at 19:00 instead of 21:00, and in that short span before bedtime she would rush about, fixing dinner, setting the table. Trying to do everything that a good mother should do for her depressed son.
"What would your aunt do?" she asked, looking at him with big and open eyes, desperate to help him.
He was content to see her disappear every morning. Then he could stay in his room and think about his aunt. In just a few days it all seemed like a dark fantasy, something impossible in the waking world. He caught himself trying to believe it, or at least forget. Still, he spent a lot of his time stroking himself. But he would turn soft in his hands. Depression, he knew, could severely diminish the libido. An aunt could do the same thing, he supposed.
His mother didn't know about his vivid dreams, that left his cock pounding but unsatisfied. She just noticed that he was tired all the time. She would kiss his cheek, prepare breakfast. Do her best. He loved her for it.
It was Wednesday, as far from his aunt as he would come, and he had planned it all out for himself, to put himself in a better mood. He couldn't go on like this. His mother had it tough too, with her promotion and everything. She had gotten the job, but with no extra help from the company. Even her new salary couldn't help her suffering son.
He really tried. He took the bus to the shopping mall, went into a few of his favorite stores. But he only bought a couple of clothes, to replace the ones he had had to throw away. Then he went to the movie theatre in the same giant building. It was a fun movie. He laughed with the rest of the audience, but afterwards he felt drained, as if he had spent the whole week's amount of joy in just an hour and forty-five minutes. When he walked outside, to the parking lot, to await his mother who had promised, no, insisted, on picking him up, he stared at the lucky people the same age as himself. Some of them were couples. They kissed under the streetlights, held each other close. But they stopped when they noticed him, a sad and lonely young man, maybe dangerous, a couple of bags on the concrete next to him, in the almost empty parking lot. They continued on their way, to a car, and drove far away from there. He wished that he could follow them.
Because of his depression he thought that he was immune to sudden feelings, but he felt a hand grasp his heart, his cock starting to swell, when he saw a familiar car turning off the road, circling the parking lot before it stopped before him. Through the open side window, his aunt looked him up and down. She smiled with her dark red lips.
"Fancy seeing you here, nephew," she said. "Come here often?"
"Waiting for mom," he whispered.
"She's a no-show, kid. She asked me to pick you up."
"Where is she?"
"Work."
"Oh..."
"So, you're getting in or what?"
The shopping mall was closing for the night. He had missed the last bus home. The next one wouldn't come till morning.
"I'm waiting," she said.
Without any words he joined her in the car. He prepared himself for the flowery perfume, and if was there, but not as strong as usual. She started to laugh as he turned his nose around.
"I have a new perfume," she said. "For my visits to the big city. What do you think?"
She stretched her arm towards him, rubbed at his chin. He didn't have to think. He just opened his mouth and started to suck on her fingers.
"I have a surprise for you today."
The way she said it made him moan around her fingers. She chuckled, and pulled them away. He could feel his cheeks glowing.
"Buckle up," she said.
For the whole ride she didn't look at him, not even as she took an unfamiliar turn. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. His fantasies, barely held back these last couple of days, came at him with a vengeance. He felt himself shivering, thankful of the darkness inside the car. It hid his rising bulge too. All the time he wanted to ask her where they were going, but he knew better by now. She would punish him for being nosy. It was the same feeling as sitting at her table, waiting for her to open her legs. She never wanted him to use his mouth in any other way. Oh, he remembered the punishments. They were almost the same as the rewards.
But his hair stood on his neck, on his arms, as he saw the desolate road she followed. It was solid blackness on the other side of the windows, only trees in front of them. He had no idea where they were, just a notion of the direction. In either case, it didn't feel that unusual. So, he relaxed his head against the seat, felt the early waves of anticipation caress his cock, the precum as it trickled down his inner thigh.
They stopped at a cabin with a to-rent sign out front. It looked nice. He could see a fireplace outside, a wind shed. Maybe boy scouts would come here once in a while, he thought, hiking in a safe area.
"We are here," she said as she turned off the engine, but not the headlights. They showed the cabin in a sharp contrast with the rest of the landscape. Then she looked at him, smiling, before turning these off too. The blackness rushed into the car to swallow them. He could only feel her hand as she tapped his. Then she opened the door, activated the smaller light inside the car. Following, he brought his shopping bags for some reason.
