* All characters in this story are over eighteen.
The Pact
"Luke, why are we eating here again?" groaned Kya, who didn't like the fact that we had to order our dinner at the counter.
"Sorry, I'm a little short this week."
"Dude, you're short every week."
Kya, by far, is the most beautiful woman I've ever dated. She is an insatiable dynamo in bed and a dead ringer for Jenna Ortega. But there is a price to be paid.
"I'm a starving student."
She sighed, and her sighs were getting louder. If I shower and comb my hair, I'm a solid seven. But she's a ten. I have no money to cover that difference. And she has never laughed at any joke I ever told. But I'm still hanging in there, and for one very good reason. She is deep into incest roleplay, and I'm very good at it.
We hooked up on Tinder three weeks ago and got right into it. We parked our cars next to each other in an empty parking lot, and she called me "daddy" as I got in the back of her Honda Element. Without another word, she went down on me and sucked me off. She even swallowed. I then daddy-talked her into her own orgasm, and we've been together ever since.
But the novelty is wearing off. She's looking for a "daddy" that doesn't take her to cheap burger joints.
"Can't you ask your mom for money?"
"She just paid my tuition."
We found a booth, put the number on the table, and Kya slurped her iced tea like she was angry with me. "So, when are you going to fuck her?"
I never intended on fucking my mom. It was just one of those things I said during sex. And now she acts like I promised her to do it.
"She's been working extra hours, Kya. I don't see her much anymore."
"You said you'd fuck her like fifty times. You promised me, bro. A promise is a promise."
"Well, you've said the same thing about your dad."
She is always telling me she wants to fuck him, but I never encouraged her to do it. She worships him and considers him her best friend.
"I never promised anything. Besides, my stepmom is always there. But you got no excuse, dude. It's just you and your mom."
"What do you want me to do, Kya? Walk in her bedroom and rape her?"
"Bro, you promised me. In my book, that's a pact."
Kya just gave me my notice. I fuck my mom, or she's gone. Which means she's gone. It's an easy out for her, and she can blame it all on me. This cheap burger joint was the last straw, and it didn't help my case when our food arrived. It was stone cold.
But I wanted to squeeze another fuck out of her before the inevitable take down. I grinned.
"I'll give it a shot."
* * * *
My mom walks on the wild side, being an ICU nurse that does copious amounts of red wine and gummies after work. She is tall and slender, usually sprouting a few black roots in her dyed blond hair. Even though she's still attractive for forty-three, she has quite an edge to her, and she's never kept a boyfriend longer than a few weeks.
She has quite a vibe collection, which is left conspicuously in her walk-in closet, in two large plastic boxes right next to a box of used batteries. And while I've had a mild crush on her as long as I can remember, fucking her has never been on my bingo card. Until tonight.
It was just after nine when my mom got home.
"How was work, mom?"
"Terrible. How was your day?"
"Same. I had to work until four and met Kya for dinner."
"You still with her?" Mom put her backpack on the kitchen island and opened the refrigerator, retrieving a bottle of water.
"Why would you think I wouldn't be with her?"
"Oh, no reason, except for the fact that she's a slut."
"How do you know? You've only met her once."
"I know her type. She treats you like you're dirt. I don't know how you put up with that."
This was my chance. I finally figured out a way to passively flirt with my mom without any of the risk. But I'd have to embellish the truth.
"Well, I feel sorry for her. It's because of her dad."
"Her dad?"
"Yeah, I think things are a little funny between them."
"You mean sex?"
"Uh huh."
"They have sex?"
"Um, I don't know for sure, but they do things that are awfully funny."
My mom usually ignores me and goes right up to her bedroom after she gets home. But she was suddenly interested in our conversation.
"Like what?"
"Well, she implied that, you know, um...."
"Um what?"
"They get loaded together."
"That doesn't mean they have sex."
My ring tone went off. It was Kya. "Um, I gotta take this." I walked upstairs to my bedroom, closed the door, and fell back on my bed.
"Hey Kya, what's up?"
"I need you."
"Same place?"
"Yeah. Thirty minutes. Bring gummies."
She disconnected and I had a problem. I won't turn twenty-one until next month. My mom buys my gummies, and I'm all out. I took a one-minute shower and went to my bedroom. As I put on some fresh boxers, there was a sharp knock at my door that quickly opened.
"You got a date with Kya?"
My mom never gave two shits about Kya. Suddenly, she's very interested. My embellished story of father-daughter incest had her going. I was still in my boxers, and she stood in the doorway as I opened my closet and looked for a shirt.
"Yeah. Mom, I'm all out of gummies."
"What do you do with them all, Luke?"
"They're for Kya."
"Doesn't her dad buy her gummies?"
"No, he's a bong master. He doesn't do edibles." I put on my shirt and shorts and turned to see my mom sitting on my bed. She never sits on my bed. And she was wearing her short kimono robe. The one that always has me sneaking peeks.
"Alright, I'll give you two twenties, but you've got to slow down on those, boy. I'm not a dispensary." She went back to her bedroom while I combed my hair and then waited at the top of the stairs for her return. She came out of her bedroom, walked down the hallway, and put the gummies in my hand.
"You're so lucky I'm your mom. Any other mom would kill you."
I smiled, and I usually give her a quick kiss on her cheek after she buys me gummies. But this was my chance. I pecked her lips and lingered. I don't remember ever going lip to lip with her. And it opened her sleepy blue eyes.
