Tony 02 - Mom
When Terry woke, she was alone in the bed. She smiled remembering the night before. Her full bladder got her moving quickly to the bathroom. Cum dripped from her with every step. After peeing, she stepped into the shower. When she stepped out, a few minutes later, she smiled seeing the cup of coffee waiting for her on the counter. She brushed her teeth and hair, then put on her robe. Terry smiled at herself in the mirror then walked into the living room. She saw Tony sitting on the balcony and joined him.
"I'm really pissed at you," she told him.
"Sorry, we crossed the line a bit."
"We certainly did that, but that isn't what I'm pissed about." Tony turned to look at her. "You fucked my brains out last night and didn't even kiss me. What an asshole!"
Tony grinned at her, then stood, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much better. Thanks for the fucking and the coffee."
"You're welcome. Thank you."
She sat next to him. "We did cross that line last night. I don't want to cross it again."
"But...."
"Hear me out," she replied. Tony nodded. "On one side of the line there's no fucking. We crossed over to the fucking side. I'd rather we not cross it again and stay here on the fucking side."
"You mean...."
"Exactly. I want more of that amazing cock."
Tony was grinning. "I was afraid you'd be upset."
"If we had just crossed the line on our own, I probably would be. Tony, we were forced over the line by necessity. You had a medical emergency, and we followed the instructions your mother gave us. Boy, did we follow the instructions," she chortled. "I think it would be wise to keep your things in your room, but I'd really like you to sleep with me."
"I'd like that."
"Outside the house we're simply aunt and nephew. What we do at home is no one's business but ours."
"I agree."
"Last night I was really pissed at your mom. I'm not pissed anymore, but we do owe her a payback."
"Such as?"
"I'm formulating a plan. I'll run it by you when it's finalized. How's your shoulder?"
"Fine. No pain at all."
"And the monster?"
"Sleeping, but with one eye open."
"When he wakes up, let me know."
"Count on it."
Tony's phone indicated he had a text message. He had gotten about a dozen last night and this morning from his mother. He had ignored them. He finally read the most recent.
"Mom wants you to call her."
Terry laughed. "I turned off my phone last night."
She went to the living room and picked up her phone. She turned it on. There were several missed calls and at least a dozen text messages from her sister. Terry dialed her number.
"It's about time! How's Tony?"
"And good morning to you too," Terry replied, returning to her chair on the balcony.
"How's Tony?"
"He survived, no thanks to you."
"How did he fix it?"
"We went to
The Shoppe,
and I hooked him up to the Rachael Cavalli electric pussy. By the time she finished, he was a quart low."
"You're so full of shit."
"Am I?"
"You am. What did you really do?"
"Would you believe a Sasha Grey electric mouth?"
"No. Is he there? I want to talk to him. He isn't answering my texts."
Terry put the phone on speaker. "Hi, Mom," Tony said.
"Why didn't you answer my texts?"
"I just got up a little while ago. I had a rough night."
"You're okay now?"
"I'm fine."
"I'm glad you took care of it."
"Mom, you should see that Rachael Cavalli thing. It's amazing. Aunt Terry said since it's used now, she'll let me have it for half the price."
"Who the hell is Rachael Cavalli?"
"Porn star, she looks a lot like you, but with a saggier chest. Google her."
"I'll do no such thing. I don't watch that stuff."
"They actually made a mold of her to make the model."
"My sister has turned you into a pervert like she is."
"I'm not the one who OD'd him on Viagra," Terry added.
"It was a simple mistake. It could have happened to anyone."
"Mom, why do you have Viagra sitting around?"
"It was your father's. He overlooked it when he left."
"Why'd you keep it?" Terry asked.
"I forgot it was there."
"Likely story," Terry replied.
"Mom, can I keep it? When I buy that Rachael Cavalli thing, I may need it."
Cindy laughed. "Throw it away before you get in trouble with it. You don't want a repeat of last night."
"He looked pretty happy to me," his aunt interjected.
"Terry, you're a whore."
Terry laughed out loud. "I prefer businesswoman. Thank you."
"How did you solve the problem?" Cindy asked.
"Let's just say we were creative and leave it at that."
"Terry, if you...never mind. I don't even want to think about it."
"It's driving you nuts not knowing."
"It is not."
"I know you, sis. It's making you crazy."
"Is not."
"Is too."
They continued dickering for several minutes before Tony stood and took out his mostly erect cock.
"I need to go. I think Tony may be having a relapse," Terry told her.
"Oh my god!" Cindy replied. Tony and Terry both laughed loud enough she could hear them. "Goodbye, you perverts."
"Bye mom."
"Bye Cindy."
Terry ended the call, then took hold of Tony's cock and led him inside.
Most of the next two days were spent in each other's arms. Terry taught him well in the art of pleasing a woman.
Back at
The Shoppe