The following night, I received a call from Stephen. “I need you to come over right away. I’ll explain when you get here.”
I arrived to a sea of strobing lights. I found Stephen with his mother on their sofa. I waited until the officer questioning them walked away, then I approached. “What’s going on?”
“It was one of those rare occasions where Dad was actually home early enough to join us for dinner,” he began. “We were talking about me finishing up my Masters and coming on board the business, then he fell face down. Just like that. The coroner thinks he had an aneurism.”
“Oh, man. I’m so sorry.” I reached out to his mother. “Mrs. Parker. I don’t know what to say.”
She smiled and took my hand. “The simple fact that you’re here for Stephen means everything to me, Jeremy. Thank you for being such a good friend to him.”
“Always,” I said, for I didn’t know what else I could offer.
The following night, I attended the meeting without Stephen. I explained to the others what had happened, and they all sent through me their sorrow for his loss.
“Where’s Ben?” I asked.
“Out,” Elisa said, “and good riddance.”
“I need to tell you guys something,” Tommy said. “My mother … Oh, shit! Anyway, she’s … uh … Well, she’s pregnant and she says that I’m the father. I asked her how she knew it wasn’t Dad’s, and she said that she didn’t have sex with him during that optimal time … Something. I don’t know. What am I supposed to do?”
“You are supposed to let your dad believe it’s his, but you raise him or her as your own,” I said.
“Mom said the same thing.”
“Then it seems pretty open and shut,” Donato said.
“How do you feel about it?” Elisa asked.
“Excited, nervous, anxious, and every other emotion one could possibly apply.”
We all laughed. I then said, “That’s just how a new father should be. You’re fine, and I’m sure you will make a good father to your child.”
After curing me of my impotency, Mom and I were back on our regular schedule of sex every day, two or three times a day. We were closer now than we ever had been. One particular morning, Mom paid me a visit. I was still asleep, so I was the recipient of a most wonderful happy wake-up. Mom continued to suck me until I came, and as always, she luxuriated in the feel of my semen in her mouth, taking her time before swallowing it. Afterwards, she whispered in my ear, “I want your mouth on my ass.” What little my cock had deflated was immediately stopped as I once again gained full rigidity.
I kissed, licked, and sucked her beautiful anus for the better part of thirty minutes. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Make Mommy’s asshole nice and wet and spitty.” She was turning me on as she whispered these words to me over and over again. Finally, she told me to place my cock into her pussy. I eased it in. She told me to hold it there a few seconds, then she said, “Now I want you to slowly put it in my ass.”
“Mom?”
“It’s okay, Jeremy,” she assured me. “Mommy is ready, and I think you are, too.”
I pulled out of Mom’s pussy, then placed my cock at the opening of her ass. I pushed gently and felt myself enter. “Oh, Mom. Holy shit!” I said as tears filled my eyes. As I pushed the remainder of my cock into her, I said, “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt,” and it was. Her asshole gripped my cock like it was made from velvet, and inside her felt like a blistering 150 degrees. I thought I was going to swoon.