A few weeks after returning home, mom got a call that the apartment she was waiting a year or more to get was now available. A large brick home, with a very large upstairs the owners had turned into an apartment, and which we soon moved into. Mom put a lot of money into her very large bedroom. It had six large windows across the back of the house, with trees right up to the windows that provided privacy, with mahogany stained trim. She installed a white carpet and painted the walls eggshell white. "My" bedroom was a small room in the front of the apartment next to the bathroom. Another large bedroom became a "catch-all" room. A unique feature of this upstairs apartment was the closets that ran the length of the house on the front side and front corner. And the 12 foot wide, L-shaped, cedar closet that was in the middle of the apartment. This apartment was an outstanding place to live, indeed.
It took two solid weeks to prepare the apartment for our furniture. But, it did not hamper our ability to make it our own. We fucked on the toilet, in the very large bathtub, in the large closets, but found it difficult to breathe in the cedar closet.
The apartment had a door next to the cedar closet that led downstairs to the owner's home, but mom paid visit, and with me making substantial noise around our apartment, we found that very little noise filtered downstairs.
We soon had the apartment filled with what little furniture we had and things pretty much returned to normal for the next five months or so.
I had always intended to return to the South and when school ended. I approached mom lying next to her one evening after our fuck session.
"I suppose, I'll be cut off soon?" I queried.
"You must really think me a cold bitch." Mom replied. "You think my bargain with you is like a paper contract that I will, or can, just tear up. I have given you more than just pussy, my dear boy. I have given you a part of myself as a woman. I could and have discarded and denied men, but as your mother, I could never deny you. Hell, you'd probably rape me anyway and who am I going to call."
"You know I want to move south?" I said. "I already have an interview in Carolina."
"I figured you would be leaving." She replied, her voice beginning to quiver. "But I didn't think it would be so soon."
"The interview is not for three weeks." I said. "And we need to discuss the car. I was hoping I could buy it from you?"
The following three weeks was like revisiting the first couple of months after mom and I became intimate. Mom fucked me like a mink. I admit I took advantage of her distress and requested my favorite position often, doggy style, and she showed little distress in assuming her least favorite position. I drove her to work and picked her up after work. We ate out almost every night and found something to do, movies etc. to keep from being in the apartment where we would talk about me leaving. On returning home, we showered together and fucked till the wee hours of the morning.
The two days before I left mom took off work and we went into The City. We left the hotel only to eat. The rest of the time spent sleeping or fucking, many times with mom crying as we fucked.
We agreed on a price for the car. Mom won, I got the car for nothing. I drove to Spartanburg, South Carolina for the interview. I didn't get the job so I continued to Greenville and stayed with aunt Lois. Before heading for Virginia for another interview, I got the pussy that Micky had offered, twice. I got the job in Virginia and about two months later I was living with a girl, Gayle, two years my senior.
Two weeks after meeting Gayle, we went to Williamsburg for the weekend. We had dinner, retiring to the motel room around 7:30 and after a shower, in bed no later than 8:30. We fucked until the eastern sky was beginning to brighten up. Also, she could suck a golf ball through a water hose and she did not shy at the cum in her mouth. I was being spoiled. I mention this only because it still makes me smile and I too still find it amazing. Also, to show you the kind of gal I had the good fortune to know for about six months, before I discovered what a slut she really was.
Within about 4 months or so my job took me to New York City and Gayle wanted to go with me to visit her mother in Montauk Point. This worked out quite well as we could spend the night with mom, I could deposit Gayle at her mother's, and then take care of business in The City and return to visit with mom for a day or two. Needless to say, mom was not overjoyed with meeting Gayle but was overjoyed I was coming to visit.
We arrived at mom's about 6:30 p.m. and I used my key to let us in.
"Hey mom, we're here." I shouted, as we climbed the 18 stairs to the apartment.
Mom met us at the top of the stairs and I introduced her to Gayle. Having prepared supper for us, we ate and sat around the table talking till about 11:30. I was not surprised that Gayle and I would sleep in separate beds, but I was a bit surprised that mom gave Gayle her bed to sleep in. The bed's headboard sat against a classed double French door, and I figured that if I had a thought to wander mom had made it difficult.
Mom and I were up early as I was going to drive her to work. We left Gayle sleeping.
"You've got a lot of nerve bringing that bitch into my home." Mom said, scorchingly as we rode.
"She found out that I was going to New York City." I replied, defending myself. "She had already taken off work. How was I supposed to say no. It could have looked funny."
"Don't jerk my chain, sonny boy." She returned. "Nothing would look funny. We learned long ago that people don't look at us and think you're fucking me. And you can bet that you're going to give me a good fuck this morning before you go back and fuck that bitch."
"The Agiston's not home?" I quizzed.
Now, the Agiston's had converted the basement of their home into a bedroom for mom when she was a lived-in, before she had gotten her own apartment.
We entered the home, mom shut off the alarm, and made a quick walk-through to make sure that all was as it should be. She returned to the kitchen and we made a bee-line down the steps to the basement. As I stripped, I watched mom remove her shoes, white uniform, slip, panties and bra. I admit, it was a bit of a shock. I had gotten used to Gayle's 23 year old body and now there stood mom in her 43 year old glory. Her thighs were tight from her walking but they were larger than I remember. Did her tits always sag like that? And did her ass always have those dimples all over the place? But, life brightened up when she turned to face me and I saw that lavish bush between her legs.
I followed her to the bed and fell on her like a hungry beast. I attacked her breast, suckling hungrily. Turning her over, I nibbled on her ass and thighs. Finally, I turned her to her back. She spread her legs, reached for my rock hard erection, and when I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy I shoved it in her, letting her yelp as it pulled hair going in. We broke into a frenzied rhythm, with her ass meeting my thrusts and the heels of her feet matching the rhythm on my ass.
