“I was nervous as shit because as much as I wanted to do this, I didn’t know if I had it in me to initiate it. Close to dinner time, I told her I was going to get my shower. I did, and I decided that this would be the perfect time to see if it would happen. I finished bathing, then I hung around in my room completely naked and sporting a hard-on. My idea was to let her walk in on me, see my dick, and hope for the best. As it turned out, she called me to dinner, but I didn’t answer her. She called again, and I still didn’t respond. I finally heard footsteps coming down the hall, so I grabbed my towel and made like I was drying my hair. As she rounded my door, I heard, ‘Johnny, dinner’s—Oh, dear goodness.'”
“‘Granny?'” I near-shouted, acting surprised.
“‘I … I’m so sorry,’ she said, but she never took her eyes off my dick.
“I moved the towel down and said, ‘I’m sorry you saw that, Granny. It’s just that it happens all the time since my girlfriend broke up with me. I don’t have anyone to take care of me.'”
“‘You poor dear,’ she said as she entered my room. ‘Would you like Granny to take care of it for you?’ She asked this even as she reached out and took the towel from me.”
“‘Would you, Granny?’ I asked as I lay on the bed. She crawled up and took my dick into her mouth and began sucking me off.”
“Really?” I asked, completely astounded.
Johnny finally turned to me. “She sucked me off, Jeremy, and when she was through, I told her that I wanted to return the favor, and she let me. After that, we went and ate dinner. I asked her if she would let me make love to her later, and she told me yes. She and I spent the whole weekend doing it, and we made plans to do it every weekend from now on.”
I patted him on the shoulder. “Good for you, man. I mean it. That’s something really special.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a smile.
“So,” Mark said to me, “have you had any luck with your mother yet?”
“I just don’t know how to go about it,” I lied. “Maybe I should be like ol’ Johnny, here, and just be brazen and see how that works out.”
“I’m trying the romance angle,” Mark replied. “You know, a well-placed compliment here and there, bringing her a flower. Shit like that.”
“You think it’s working?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. She seems a little flattered. Maybe something will come of it.”
“We sound like a bunch of pervs,” Johnny said with a laugh. Mark and I laughed as well. I stayed another fifteen minutes, then headed home. On my way, I called Stephen and told him what Johnny had just said to me.
“You think he was serious?”
“Yeah. He couldn’t even look me in the eye to begin with.”
“Did you …?”
“No, of course not.”
“Might want to keep it that way.”
“I am thinking the same thing,” I said as I arrived home. “Well, I’m pulling in my driveway now. I’ll talk to you later.”
I walked into the house to find Mom sitting in a chair she had placed close to the door. “And just where have you been?” she asked. She sounded angry.
“I was just—”
That’s all I got out of my mouth before Mom jumped up, grabbed me by my shirt, led me to the sofa, and threw me upon it. She quickly stripped my shorts and underwear from me, then hers. My cock hardened just that quickly, and she jumped onto me and impaled herself on it. She rode me hard and fast, and in less than a minute she had the first of many orgasms.