Chapter 11
Mom
I had invited Isabella over for dinner. It was a week ago my son had finally fucked me, and we had sex several times a day since. It had been an emotional week, and one I would remember for the rest of my life. I wished we had done this earlier, but better late than never. I wouldn't even call it late for him since he was living his golden days. It boosted my confidence when I saw his boner in front of my eyes, and it was my body that attracted him, and me that made him pop wood. It was an honor, and the way he'd bravely fucked me made me so proud of him.
I took a tissue paper and dabbed it against my eyes. I loved him. It wasn't just the fact he was well equipped, and that he was my son, but also that I had gone years without having a man. It made me feel optimistic. He was the missing piece in my life, and what better way to end that craving than with the boy I raised and gave birth to?
I smiled, looking at the photo of him. It made me cry. He'd saved my business and my sanity, and together as a team, we would thrive even further. I had bought some filet mignon for us, and I prepared a Beef Wellington. Money wasn't much of a problem, especially with the amount we were making now.
Leo had calculated that we would soon be millionaires if this success continued, which was highly likely. We still maintained a hundred percent success rate, and as our reputation grew, there would be a tsunami of desperate women coming to us. My son would have to fuck them all while Isabella and I helped him backstage. But for me, it wasn't all about the money but seeing the joy and happiness we were spreading, and also, the quality time spent with Leo.
As I rolled the beef into the puff pastry, I thought about what to do with Leia. She would soon be home, and she was old enough to understand when someone was aroused. I was skeptical we would be able to hide it. I wasn't sure of her reaction. I couldn't lie or keep any secrets from her. She certainly would find it suspicious that Leo didn't have any girlfriends at the moment and also that he'd sold his business.
I pushed the Beef Wellington into the oven and heard the doorbell ring. I must have been thinking so much that I didn't even hear when my little sister pulled in. I took off the oven mitts and hung them on the knob. I made my way to the door and opened it. Isabella was dressed in a flower dress with spaghetti straps. She'd picked a size too small, so it clung to her curves like a second skin. She had obviously chosen that outfit since she knew my son would soon be here.
I opened my arms and welcomed her with a friendly hug. She clung to me, and I picked up the feminine, floral perfume. "You smell lovely," I said, breaking the hug to look my little sister in the eyes.
"I bought a new perfume," she said eagerly and fished it out of her purse. "Do you want some?"
"Sure, but just one spray," I said.
She moved the cap up to my neck and sprayed. It felt like she'd sprayed the nectar of a hundred different roses mingled with candy on me. "Oh, that's lovely," I said.
"I knew you would like it," she said. "Is Leo home?"
"He's at the gym," I told her and guided her into our house.
"Hitting the gym after knocking up more than hundreds of women?" Isabella said in disbelief. "You have a strong son."
Her comment warmed my heart since I knew it was true. "I know... I love him too."
"Are you making Beef Wellington?" Isabella asked as we passed through the kitchen.
"Uh-huh," I told her with a smile. "We aren't tight on cash any longer."
"I'm so grateful I can return to getting fucked by him," Isabella said. "And make a bank on top of it. My baby daughter noticed I was a bit moodier this week."
"Have you told her that you've found a new job?"
"Yeah," she said. "I told her I would start working with you since you needed help. She isn't that interested in what I'm up to though."
"Busy with her friends?" I guessed.
"Tell me about it," Isabella said with a chuckle. "She's at the beach all day long, getting chased by groms."
"I wonder when my daughter will be like that, if ever."
"She wants a boy sooner than later," Isabella said. "Oh, I forgot to say, my daughter also asked why your son isn't active any longer."
"He sold the channel and his business," I said.
"She doesn't know that though," Isabella said and lowered her voice. "I have a feeling she has a crush on him."
I blinked at her and saw that she was serious. If both my sister and I found him attractive, our daughters certainly did too. "How?"
"Come on, I'm her mom," Isabella said. "She talks about him a lot."
"My daughter does too," I told her, making Isabella grin. "But it's not how you think it is."
"Please," she said with an eye roll. "Let's sit outside. It's nice and sunny."
I agreed, took her hand and went outside. We were greeted by the strong glare of the sun. We decided to skip the patio umbrella. It would soon be August, but it was always warm here in Orange County. "How was it like working with him for an entire week?" Isabella asked, searching my face. "How many clients did you have?"
"He's been impregnating many women," I said, proud that he was spreading our blood and genes.
"Yeah... Did you walk in on him?" she asked and wanted to jump straight to the fun.
"Not the way you think," I said and couldn't help but grin.
It infected her, and she understood immediately what I was talking about. She gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth. "Did you help him... No, you definitely did, didn't you?"
I nodded and felt a light blush creeping up on my cheeks. "I did."
She grabbed my arm and leaned forward, her eyes round as saucers. "How?"
"First, he couldn't masturbate at all. So, I suggested I could perhaps help him. I went down on him first, and we both admitted how unbelievably good it felt."
"That turns me on so much," Isabella said and laid her hand on her crotch. "You haven't sucked a cock in years though."
"No," I said and thought of having him in my mouth again, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. "It was so hard, strong and big. It's like the manhood of my dreams."
"But it is your son's!"