Chapter 2 – II

The next two weeks flew by pretty quickly. I'd taken some part time work tending bar in Port Aransas and was doing all the housework, basically being mom's butler. But it was okay. I was glad to help her out. Plus I was getting free room and board and now saving some cash with my bar gig. Things were going okay.

I wasn't seeing mom a lot because she'd been busy working. But when I did see her, there was still a strong sexual tension between us. We'd usually hug when we saw each other, kiss hello, or even cuddle sometimes while watching TV, but all that seemed to be over since those two days we'd had sex. Now, whenever I saw her, she kept her distance.

But I could still see something in her eyes. I could tell that she longed for me, like I longed for her. And she still flirted with me and would giggle at all my jokes and shoot me furtive glances. And I think she knew I was glancing back at her and that she got off on it.

For instance, one night, she came out of her room for a late night snack, wearing only a T-shirt, but with no sweatpants on, like she usually wore. Her shirt wasn't that long and only reached down to the tip of her pelvis, exposing all, and I mean all, of her white lacy cotton thong.

And it wasn't like she didn't know I was around. I was in the living room watching TV. She knew she'd walk by me on her way to the kitchen.

As she walked by she said hello with a girlish giggle. I was flat out stunned and could do nothing other than stare down at her lovely, panty covered pussy. And, as she passed, of course I checked out her ass, in all its glory, which, in that thong, looked so voluptuous, tight and firm, so picturesque, like two big balloons with a small string in between them.

She shocked me further by opening up the fridge and bending over completely to get something out of a lower compartment. Her nearly bare ass waved around high in the air, almost triumphantly.

For a woman who said she didn't want to have sex with me anymore, she sure had a funny way of going about that.

My cock stiffened and I watched her every move. I was especially aroused to see her taking out a piece of cake, dipping her finger into the icing and then sucking the icing off it. If she'd stared at me while sucking the icing, I might have lost control and just ran over and stuck it in her again.

But I held back. Perhaps she was tired and didn't realize what she was doing. Or maybe she was teasing me and getting off on it. I don't know. But after she took her cake back into her room, smiling and giggling at me as she passed, I went into my room and beat off furiously to the thought of smearing that cake all over mom's ass and tits, licking it off her, and fucking her right there on the kitchen floor.

And this started to become her routine, prancing around the house, in only a shirt and panties. And I knew she knew it drove me crazy, seeing her like this. But she kept doing it. Pretty much every night and even sometimes in the day if she was home.

I'd beat off practically every time afterward and did all I could from not pouncing on her like a lion in the Serengeti. Either she was teasing me or testing me. I couldn't figure out which, but her not-so-subtle actions gave me hope that someday I might be able to really fuck her again and not just have to beat off thinking about it.

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I guess with her looks it shouldn't have been surprising that a gentleman caller would soon enter into the equation. And he did. An associate of hers, a Mr. Ted Beneck.

Mom had told me that she'd be going out with someone for dinner that night, and, though I thought I might be jealous, I wasn't. I figured maybe it was good for her to go out with someone. It was probably healthier for her than getting mauled and constantly ogled by her horny son.

Though when Ted showed up that night, to our door with a bouquet of roses, I wasn't exactly thrilled, and an all-encompassing rush of jealous rage quickly overtook me, in an awesome wave.

It wasn't just that he'd shown up to take out my mom, my love interest, the last woman I'd had sex with, so I guess, sort of my ex-girlfriend. No, it was that Ted looked like a total douchebag. I couldn't believe my mom wanted to go out with him.

He was nearly fifty, tall, slim, and had a terrible comb-over that was kinda slicked back. His bad, orange spray-on tan was horrific, and his teeth were far too white. He wore a light gray suit that was probably expensive but was way over-starched and he had a shiny gold Rolex with diamonds all over it.

He also had on several gold and diamond rings and around his neck was a somewhat large platinum necklace with an enormous crucifix dangling from it.

He looked like a reject from the Sopranos, not like a guy who should be taking my beloved mother out for a date.

"How you doing, kid. Ted Beneck." He said, as I opened the door and laid distraught eyes on him. His calling me "kid" annoyed me even more than his appearance.

"Howdy…" I mustered, begrudgingly. I thought about telling him to please leave and that if he had sex with my mother, I might never be able to have sex with her again.

"So, what a place. Your mother is first class, kid." He said, stepping inside, and extending out his hand for a shake. His breath smelled overly minty. His cologne or aftershave was strong and nauseating.

I shook his hand and his grip was way too firm, almost crushing my fingers. I'm not a fan of weak shakes, either, but a firm shake like that, one that hurts, is probably worse.

I broke the shake as fast as I could. Then the douchebag started to make small talk with me, bragging about how many millions he's done in sales, outpacing everyone in his office.

Fortunately mom came out soon enough after his grand entrance that I didn't have to listen to him for too long. I might have killed him otherwise.

And when mom did come out, wow, did she ever make a grand entrance herself. Her hair was down and teased and she had on black stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, and a tight one-piece black mini. Plus she'd done up her makeup and painted her cheeks a ruby red and her eyes a stunning baby blue.

Sexy enough, too, were her black nail polish and lipstick. It gave her a dangerous, almost goth-type look I'd never seen on her, but it fucking turned me on like crazy.

Ted and I both were floored. Neither of us could really say anything. We just stared.

"Soooo, how do I look?" Mom asked, biting her lower lip, seeming slightly unsure.

"Awesome!" said Ted.

"Hot, way hot…" I said.