Welcome to part four of this series. All characters are above the age of eighteen.
Three Days At The Lake House Part 4
Thursday
The next morning he'd woke up around seven. And without having to do much, Stephen packed the items he thought he'd need, and headed out for what, in times past, had been about a three-and-a-half-hour venture. And because he had visited one of his favorite establishments, in Monroe, 'The Glass Jar' the day before, he headed out with not one, but two ounces of some of the best marijuana he'd snagged in a long while.
As he drove North on the Interstate, he was glad he hadn't tried communicating with anyone before heading out. He was concerned that everything that had happened the night before talking and texting with his mother and Vince, and Devin too, was all just a part of his imagination. And if he were to contact them that morning, he might sadly learn none of it had taken place at all.
But how could it be just a part of his imaginings? He'd talked to three of the people he trusted most in his life, and all of them, more or less, shared the same set of facts, leading him to the conclusion that his mother was horny and ready to sleep with him.
But Stephen had another higher concern. Even though talking to the three assured him of what took place, there was still the very real possibility his mother just might do a turnabout and change her mind. And if she did, he knew it wouldn't be the first time.
The first solid example was remembering the strip-tease in her bedroom, when he lustfully gawked as his mother prepared for her shower. In his musings, he wondered what wonderful things might have happened if she hadn't, supposedly, as she'd confessed, 'chickened out' at the last second.
As his mind drifted back to that day, while holding tightly onto the steering wheel of his car, Stephen fantasized on easing his naked mother onto her bed, and then going about sinking his cock into her after she had given in to going all the way with her youngest son.
Because he had been with a few women in his life, not counting his ex-girlfriend Bridget, Stephen had a very good understanding of the female anatomy and the exquisite rush of being inside a woman's pussy.
"But what's yours like, mom? Are you tight...do you get real wet after you've fucked for a while, do you orgasm quickly? Mmmm, I sure hope I get to find out."
Because it had caught him off guard, the unanticipated conversation he'd had with his best friend the night before, he suddenly remembered he hadn't thought to ask Vince's opinion about what the sex was like with his mother.
"Shit, I hate it when I don't think of stuff when I should. But hopefully, not too long, I'm going to know how it feels to be with her."
And for the rest of the drive, Stephen's mind flitted and floated back and forth to various things, but never drifted too far from his obsession of taking his own mother to bed.
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It was precisely eleven-forty-five in the morning when he finally pulled his car up to the parking spots at the lake house. It didn't take him long to see that only his mother's vehicle was parked, but Vince's was noticeably missing. With his imagination working as busily as it had been the last few days, Stephen began wondering if his friend had somehow left and it would only be him and his mom alone there together. His heart pounded hard at the prospect of that being the case.
But once he'd made his way inside, after checking through the whole house, he found it empty, with his mom nowhere to be found.
"Okay...what the fuck's going on? I
told
them I was coming."
Scanning the kitchen for something to eat, it didn't take long after checking out the contents of the refrigerator and microwaving what he had found.
As he sat and waited, eating his quickly heated morsels, Stephen began wondering if it wouldn't be a bad idea to text either his mom or Vince. Suddenly struck with a dreaded thought that maybe they had run into some kind of trouble and needed help, he picked up his phone ready to contact them. And that's when he heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the lake house.
As he was familiar with the throaty muffler sound of his friend's vehicle, he knew it had to be Vince, and most likely his mother, as well.
Sitting there anxiously waiting over the next few minutes, he began getting antsy when neither of them came through the door. So he decided he'd peek, curious as to what was taking them so long. Once he went to the window, he secretly glanced through the shade, and because the passenger side car window was completely lowered he could hear the conversation taking place between the best friend he had in the world, and his own mother.
"C'mon Liz, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't think that's a good idea, you're gonna break his heart."
"I don't want to Vince...I really don't. It's just like I've been trying to tell you all morning, I'm getting cold feet over this, and I know my baby's inside waiting for me...but I just don't think I can go through with this. I mean come on...I know he's gonna think the worst of me."
With him clandestinely hidden behind the shade watching them talk, and with what he picked up of the discussion only a few feet away, it was as if somebody had thrown his heart from the top of the Empire State Building to the street below.
"Liz, let me ask this...if Stephen wasn't here...would you be okay with you and me going to bed again? Do you want me to keep fucking you?"
As he stood in the isolated spot he could easily see the look on his mom's face trying to come up with an answer; without her having to say a word, Stephen assumed how she was going to reply to Vince's very direct question.
"Yes honey, I'm ready if you are. But Stephen's here now and..."
"That's good, because I'm ready, too. But I know, I know you're saying you don't want to do anything with Stephen. But I gotta ask Liz, I need you to tell me...is it because you don't want to, or because you're afraid? 'Cause there's a difference."
As he watched his mother struggling to come up with a suitable response, she finally answered. "What's he going to think of me, Vince? I'll tell you what he's gonna think. After this is all over he'll think I'm a whore, a slut who fucked her own son, that's what he's gonna think."
"Liz...come on, honey...let's go inside. He's in there right now, and might even be watching us. And if I know him, like I think I do...he isn't going to try and make you do anything you don't want. And I know...you know I'm right. Don't you?"
He saw his mother hastily nodding in full agreement to what his friend had said about him. And then before they got out of his buddy's car, with his vantage location behind the window shade, he witnessed his mother and Vince longingly join their mouths together again.
As they fell further into a make-out session, he watched Vince brush his hand against his mother's breast, barely hidden under her blue tube-top. As their kiss continued, she didn't even flinch when his buddy ran his hand underneath her top and started caressing her tit. In fact, he watched her react more heatedly, becoming only more involved in her kisses she shared with Vince.
