All characters are over 18+
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Two years had passed uneventfully for Mark as he started his college life. The friends he once had during his senior year of highschool had dispersed to the four winds. Their mothers occasionally, bringing up their son's before he would ram his cock into their horny cunts. However, that too had come to an end, as they moved on with their lives. Though, Mark would miss the nights he had shared with Beverley as she now had man her own age sharing her bed; he couldn't fault her for seeking something more permanent. He still had all those photos, and videos to keep him content. Then there was the disappearance of his mother.
After jetted off to the west coast with his friends in tow, he never knew what became of her. After the Facebook notification she had sent out, he had failed to keep up with her activities. Now, however, as he stared at his father's casket Mark wondered what he was going to do. He knew his father's house was paid for. Yet the question still remained how was he going to pay the bills for it. His course schedule left little room for a full or part time work. Mark survived on the scholarships that he had won through hard work; and thanks to his experience with Beverley, he grew the confidence he needed to actually speak to the women at his college.
For hours he sat on that wooden pew as people came to say their goodbyes and condolences. Mark only said a few words to them as his mind just couldn't function at that moment. His father's death came out of no where. When the doctors told him of the deep vein thrombosis, that his father had, broke away and caused his heart attack, Mark had to pull out his phone just to figure out what they were talking about. His lip trembled as the WebMD showed it was a clot in the deepest veins normally the legs. He wondered how his father hadn't noticed it before his flight to Boston.
"My, haven't you grown," a familiar voice filled his ears as her arms draped down his chest. His head rested between the valley of her breasts. "Hello, my handsome son," Sarah whispered lustfully into Mark's ear. "I heard what happened to your dad. I'm so sorry my sweet boy," she said nuzzling his neck. While she might have enjoyed the two years of wild sex parties, the absence of her son always weighed heavy on her heart. It was the reason why she had returned, so that she could rescue him from the grief she knew he felt at Bill's passing.
"Why are you here?" Mark asked in a cold emotionless voice. "No, gangbang parties to attend to?"
"That's not very polite way to speak to your mother," Sarah hissed softly.
"Oh, I thought it was the truth, given the two years you jetted off to who knows where," Mark said coldly, rising from his seat breaking his mother's hold.
"Please, Mark can we not talk about that here? I am more than willing to discuss this with you just not here, ok?" Sarah asked her eyes glancing over at her ex-husband's casket.
"Fine, say your respects and leave," Mark said moving to the other side of the chapel.
"If that is what would take to make you feel more comfortable," Sarah said with a hint of sadness. Sarah spoke softly, to Bill for a few moments before she went and sat behind her son. Neither spoke a word as the wake came to a close. "Can I buy you dinner, Mark?" Sarah asked as they walked towards the church parking lot. "I know college men don't have much money," she said taking him by the hand. "Please, baby I know we have a lot to repair."
"Like how you raped your own son; or how you whored yourself out to whoever you met on your travels?" Mark wanted to say yet the crowd that approached them kept his lips sealed. He had no wish for anyone to know what his own mother had done to him. The few who knew of her deeds were too many in his book. "Fine," Mark said through clench teeth.
"Ah, excellent," Sarah said chortling. Taking her son by the arm she wasn't about to take no for an answer. "Baby you know I never left town right," she said snuggling close to her son. "You know I only said I was leaving to upset you, and because of how you left me all alone in that house."
"So you didn't go to the west coast?" Mark asked looking over at his mother.
"Oh, I did but it was only for two weeks," Sarah said resting her head on Mark's shoulder. "Once we had landed your former friends lost interest in me. So, I left them there to find their own way home. Come to think of it I think they are still there," Sarah said placing her finger on her chin pondering if they truly had stayed in California. She didn't expect to hear her son's laughter at the plight of his once high school friends.
"So, that was why Beverley was annoyed that night," Mark said chuckling. He had always wondered why she had fucked him so roughly that night. Not that he was complaining it was one of the best times they had sex.
"Oh, so that was who had fucked you," Sarah said narrowing her eyes. "Tell me are the two of you still an item?"
"No, she has a steady boyfriend these days," Mark said sadly, missing how Beverley's cunt felt around his cock.
"So, no girlfriends at the college you're at?" Sarah asked holding the passenger door open. She knew he didn't have one since she stalked his Facebook page under the name of Catherine Sobee. She had taken her profile picture from some college porn site, cropping out the rest of the woman's body only leaving the head due to Facebook's rules. However, those same rules didn't apply to their messenger app.
One lonely night she laid in her bed missing the son she had pushed away. Then a strange idea popped into her head. Since he had moved in with his father Sarah had hit the gym with a vengeance. Now her once large ass, her chubby stomach were a thing of the past. Though, she was saddened at the shrinkage of a cup size. However, as she messaged her son under her cover identity. She knew he wouldn't recognize her body.
Biting her lip as she waited for her son to reply her legs kick wildly; in the air as she saw that little gray bubble on the screen. Then that one conversation turned to dozens then hundreds as she continued her surveillance of her son.
Then she sent him a nude photo which she played off as a mistake. It didn't take long for her son to respond. How her body heated when he responded with one of his own. Then an explosion of photos of them masturbating were shared between the two. She lost count of how many times her son had made her cum.
"No, I'm too busy with classes then to chase after women on campus," Mark said as she slid into his seat. Mark had sold his father's car since his college didn't allow him his own transportation on campus, which was fine for him public transportation was good enough for him.
"So, then you wouldn't mind moving back home?" Sarah asked looking at him with doe like eyes. "I know your father probably left you his house, but tell me can you afford all the bills that go into running a home?"
"No," Mark sighed.
