Mother's Debts

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona had always been a beautiful woman, what she had never been was smart. It wasn't that she was particularly stupid, she just made bad choices when it came to men. She had gotten pregnant when she was still in high school, and dropped out to raise her baby. She married her son's father, but he died when the kids were still young, and from there she just went from one bad relationship to another.

Her most recent boyfriend had talked her into taking out a second mortgage on her house, in order to help him pay off his gambling debts. Things had been going fairly well for the most part until one day he cleared out their bank account and disappeared. She had barely been making ends meet before all of this had happened, and now she had no hope of fixing the problem on her own. On top of all of that, her daughter Cassie had gotten accepted into a prestigious university, and had her heart absolutely set on going to college there after she graduated. She was sure that Cassie would qualify for some financial aid, but she would need help from home too, and everything that Mona had saved was gone now.

Mona hated calling on her son once again to help her out, but he was her only hope. She begged Travis to move back home, in order to help her cover the mortgage, and although he refused initially, she knew that he would be there for her. Travis had always been there for her. When he finally agreed she kissed him on the cheek and called him her hero, just as she did all of the times when he was young and agreed to babysit Cassie so that she could go out, hoping that this time the man picking her up would be the right one, the one that would take care of her and her children, and give them the life that they all deserved.

Mona knew that she hadn't been the best mother in the world, but she hadn't been the worst either. She never nagged her kids about finishing their homework, and she bought alcohol and pot for her son and his friends. Her house had been the party house all through Travis's high school years. She had been the cool mom, the sexy mom, the one that all the boys thought about when they jerked off at night. She had long auburn hair, large breasts and a slender waist. She never messed around with any of the boys. She knew that she wanted a real man, but she liked that they thought of her that way.

Cassie was every bit as pretty as her mother, now that she had become a woman. She had gone through a rough patch in high school with acne and braces. Cassie had been slow to develop and was never very attentive to her appearance. Then one day her acne cleared up, and then the braces came off, and she started wearing make up, just enough to enhance her naturally pretty features. Cassie had been smart though, she didn't waste a lot of time on boys. She was all about her studies. Even when the boys started asking her out, she didn't lose her head over them.

Still Travis was her favorite. Mothers aren't supposed to have favorites, and she always tried not to show it, but she knew in her heart it was true. He had always been handsome and athletic, and so smart that he never really needed to study. Plus he was good to her. Travis took care of her when no one else would. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she was secretly glad that he was coming back home. She missed seeing him every day, and knowing that he was all right.

 

[saedo]

"It's over, Travis."

"What?! C'mon, baby, don't do me like that," Travis responded. "Michelle, please, we can make this work."

His girlfriend sighed wearily on the other end of the phone. "You said you'd have this wrapped up in a week or two. Now you've got a job out there and you've moved back in with your family. You're not coming back -- not for awhile, anyway. Long distance relationships never work and I'm not moving out there, so let's just face reality, okay?."

Travis couldn't quite keep a tinge of desperation from seeping in. "But baby, I thought we had something special. You told me . . . "

Michelle interrupted with a wry chuckle. "Yes, Travis, you are an absolutely fantastic lay. I won't lie; I'm going to miss that monster cock of yours. I may never find one as good again. But that's still not enough to make me move to Bumfuck, Nowhere and live with your mother." Her tone became icy in its finality. "Goodbye, Travis."

Travis hung up his cell phone and resisted the urge to hurl it across the room. Truth be told, he'd seen this coming a while back. A break-up had been inevitable, but I he'd hoped they might hook up once more before it ended.

This was all Mom's fault. His trip home had supposed to have been brief. His mother had called begging for his accounting acumen to help with some "minor finance hitch" at the bank. Despite their estrangement, he'd reluctantly agreed to come visit.

But when he'd arrived, her minor hitch turned out to be a complete clusterfuck. Apparently Mom's last boyfriend had stolen her identity and completely screwed up her finances in the process before disappearing into the wind. It took Travis and the attorney he hired weeks just to figure out the rat's nest of debts and obligations.

The potential good news was that most of the damage might eventually be undone in court. The house wouldn't get foreclosed. The IRS wasn't going to sue. His sister Cassie would be able to afford college after she graduated this year. But the wheels of justice turned slow and Travis' presence was regularly required because Mom was totally out of her depth. Commuting across three states wasn't an option, so he'd quit his job and moved back home.

Part of still thought that he should have let her lay in the bed she'd made. His antipathy towards his mother went back over a decade. His father died unexpectedly of a heart attack when Travis was only 12 and Mom hadn't handled single parenthood well.

To be fair, she was pretty young to be raising two kids on her own; Dad had knocked her up when she was only 15. But Mom had tried to bandage over the gap in her life with a series of lackluster boyfriends. None of them had ever been creepy or abusive to Travis, but none of them had been particularly fatherly as well. Travis had soon recognized they were all there chiefly to bang the hot widow and that they considered being nice to her kids as just the price of admission. That Mom seemed so willing to replace his father further aroused his teenage angst. His high school years had been particularly angry as a result, so he'd moved away as soon as he'd finished high school.

Still, he couldn't entirely bring himself to hate his mother. In retrospect, he could vaguely acknowledge that maybe she'd been trying to provide a male presence for her kids. Maybe she'd been lonely herself, too. And as an attractive 20-something himself, maybe her libido had needs, too. While he still disdained her efforts as poorly conceived and clumsily executed, she had at least tried.

Also, he still cared for his sister Cassie. His estrangement from Mom had made things uncomfortable with his little sister; Cassie had a strong loyalty to Mom. Cynical as he was, Travis had a soft spot for his sibling. He certainly couldn't bear to see Cassie's college fund go up in smoke because of Mom's bad decisions. So if saving his sister's future meant moving home, he'd bite the bullet and do it. And if keeping the peace meant being nice to Mom, he'd try that, too.

That didn't make the experience of saving his family pleasant. Lingering resentments and fresh frustration with Mom already had him wanting to shake some sense into her. Losing Michelle would undoubtedly make things worse. Travis' libido needed regular tending and Michelle's weekend visits felt like the only thing that had kept him sane. If he didn't find a replacement outlet soon, he was really going to come unhinged.

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona spent most of the afternoon cooking, and sipping on wine in the kitchen. Most days she felt too depressed and anxious to get much done around the house, but the past few days she'd been doing really well. The house was spotless. She had a pot roast in the slow cooker, and had just put a peach cobbler in the oven. She wanted everything to be perfect when Travis got home.

She had even dressed up for the occasion. Under her apron she wore a pale blue sun dress, that brought out the color of her eyes. She had on the earrings that Travis had given her on Christmas and the perfume that he sent her for Mother's Day.

The clock on the wall read 2:07. Mona didn't really know what time Travis was due to arrive, so it was kind of a pointless gesture, but she couldn't help it. She was excited to be getting her boy back home.

Cassie wouldn't get home from school until 4:30. Mona hoped that Travis would get there first. She got plenty of one on one time with Cassie these days, but she had never felt like she had given Travis enough attention growing up, and she really wanted to make it up to him.

Mona poured herself another glass of wine, took a few sips, then got up and walked through the house one more time. There wasn't anything left to do, but she couldn't sit still.

She heard another car on the street and rushed to the window for a peek outside. Maybe this time it would be him!

 

[saedo]

Travis slammed the car door harder than he intended as he exited the vehicle. The day had only gotten more frustrating since Michelle dumped him, so his temper was now at a low boil.

His background in accounting made it at least somewhat easy to get work. Even out here, people needed guidance on taxes. But he was mostly doing freelance work for other accountants, which mostly consisted of work they other accountants found tedious. It didn't make for a pleasant day.

Then the lawyer had called asking for yet more records. That would mean another trip into the attic to dig through dusty boxes. In summer, it would be oppressively hot underneath the roof. Just perfect.

Still, the house was nice. Dad had gotten it cheap at a foreclosure sale, so how appropriate that Mom had very nearly lost it in similar fashion. Still, the two story structure sat on a nice piece of land and had a pool out back. Mom, for all her faults, had taken good care of the property, too. It was definitely worth trying to get the house out of hock with the bank.

The front door opened as he approached and Mom stepped into the entrance. Travis suppressed the urge to roll his eyes as his gaze swept over her blue sundress. Based on his purely unscientific estimation, 80% of his mother's summer wardrobe either showed off her legs or her cleavage -- if not both. Occasionally she'd dress in T-shirt and jeans like a normal mom, but that was more the exception. He'd stopped bringing friends over in his teens because they couldn't resist ogling her.

Still, even he had to admit that his mom was a stone cold fox. Long auburn hair, smooth skin, pale blue eyes, slender waist, round hips, and huge breasts. Approaching her 40th, she had a figure most women half her age would kill for. Travis suspected that was another factor in Michelle's departure. His girlfriend ordinarily liked to show off her own DDs, but next to his mother, Michelle looked like a middle schooler in a training bra.

His sister Cassie was shaping up the same way. For most of her her years, she'd looked a lot like their father: long and lean. But it turned out that she was just a late bloomer. In the last couple years, she'd been packing on the feminine curves till she resembled a blonder, slightly taller version of their mother.

Of course, thoughts of Michelle did little to improve his mood. He'd been looking forward to plowing her tender valley once again, but that definitely wasn't going to happen.

He really, really needed a release. Maybe he could find a bar and get hammered. Oblivion seemed a potential substitute. Or maybe he could find someone drunk enough to pick a fight. Hurting someone sounded really good, too.

"Hi, Mom," he grunted as he approached, trying with mixed results to put on a nice smile. Cassie had chided him about not smiling the other day, so for her sake he was trying to glower less at the woman whose mistakes had so recently fucked up his life. "How was your day?"

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Travis was not in a good mood, he was doing his best to hide it, but it was obvious that he'd had a bad day. "I made dinner for you, sweetie... and peach cobbler, your favorite!"

Mona did her best to keep her spirits up. It broke her heart to see Travis unhappy, but she didn't want to add to his troubles by making him worry about her. "Cassie will be home from school soon, maybe we can do a game night. You always used to love that..." there was an edge of uncertainty in her voice. Once again she felt keenly how much distance there was between herself and her son. She knew so little about him anymore.

"Or maybe we could just sit and talk, just you and me." She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer him comfort and sympathy. He had done so much for her lately. She felt like she owed him something, but all of her efforts seemed hollow and meaningless. "Tell me what I can do for you Travis. I want to do something to make you feel special, to show you how important you are to me."

 

[saedo]

I dimly recognized that she was trying to be nice to me, but I was in too foul a mood to be so easily mollified. Even on my best days, the lingering resentments from my angry teen years predisposed me to being prickly. After a lousy day, I could feel myself looking for an excuse to lose my temper.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to hold back. That's what Cassie would want. "Mom," I sighed, "I've had a truly crappy day and pretty much all of it traces back to your financial fuck-up. I'm not in the mood for fucking board games!"

I took a deep breath and released. I could remember a time or two as a kid seeing Mom get slapped around. I was really starting to understand the impulse.

"I'm hot and tired and I ache down to my balls," I grumbled. "I just want to get out of these clothes and relax in the pool. Surely one of those loser boyfriends of yours left some kind of swimsuit. Why don't you make yourself useful and go find that, okay?"

I shuffled past her and dumped my stuff in my old room. I kicked off my shoes and removed my tie. I unbuttoned my dress shirt to mid chest, exposing my beefy chest.

I then headed to the kitchen. The food smelled good -- when motivated, Mom was a skilled cook -- but I went right to the fridge. Ordinarily I had a beer, but I opened the freezer and retrieved a chilled bottle of vodka. I splashed a healthy dollop inside a tumbler and drank it down. It was a smooth, filtered corn blend, so it made for a pleasant burn down my throat.

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona's cheerful smile shattered at her son's harsh words, but she couldn't help but feel that she deserved the cruelty that he flung at her. "I'm sorry, honey, I should know better, you're not a kid anymore, and it really is my fault that you're so stressed out. I'll go see if I can find a swimsuit for you."

Mona went up to her bedroom, it was too big really, now that she was living single again. Maybe she should offer it to Travis. Not now though. Then she had an even better idea. She would wait and move his things to the master bedroom while he was at work tomorrow, and she could get rid of the last of her ex-boyfriend's junk in the process.

She had burnt through the last of her paid vacation time at work to get the house in order for Travis's arrival, and to be home to help him settle in over his first few days back, but she had time for this one last project before she got back into her regular routine as receptionist for the construction company she worked for.

Her ex-boyfriend Ray had left a lot of his clothing behind. She felt sure that there must be a pair of trunks left in one of the drawers, but Ray wasn't in as good a shape as Travis was.

Then Mona remembered the red speedos. They had been left behind by a guy she met at the gym. He had complained about the gym's small pool, and how you couldn't swim a proper lap in it, and he had been cute and flirty, so Mona had invited him home to use her pool. Of course, one thing led to another and they ended up in bed together, even though she was already dating Ray at the time. The guy was named Jim, or Joe, or something, but he left his bathing suit. Mona had stashed it in the closet just in case the guy ever came back for it, but he never did. He was much closer to Travis's size.

Mona searched the closet and found it pretty easily. She was about to grab her own bathing suit, and offer to join Travis in the pool, but thinking about the guy at the gym made her realize how long it had been since she'd had sex. She had been so distracted with her money problems, and Travis's coming home, that she hadn't gone out in a long time, and she realized that she was starting to feel lonely for a man's touch.

Maybe what Travis really needed was a break from her constant hovering.

She quickly made up her mind and went down stairs without a bathing suit for herself.

"Here you go sweetie," she said handing over the swimwear, her cheerful demeanor back, as bright and sunny as ever. "I was thinking about maybe going out tonight, Cassie can probably stay over at a friends house, and you can have the place all to yourself for a change. I realize it must be hard for you having both of us around all of the time, when you've gotten used to having your own space. How does that sound?"

 

[saedo]

Travis had downed another slug of vodka by the time his mother returned. He could feel the tension in his back limbering. The alcohol had yet to soothe the rage, though.

"Here you go sweetie."

He suspiciously eyed the rather scant amount of red spandex she extended towards him. "This is the best you can manage?" he grumbled as he took the swimsuit from her. "A fucking speedo?" He rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink. "Hell with it. I don't give a damn." Travis set down his glass with a heavy thunk and went to his room to change.

The results were about as bad as he feared. It wasn't that Travis lacked the body to wear a speedo. His lean, muscular frame looked good outside of his suit and tie.

No the problem was more the speedo's ability to cover what it was supposed to cover. Travis had been blessed -- or perhaps cursed -- with unusually large genitals. Ordinarily he could just wear loose garments and let his oversized shaft dangle alongside his thigh. Since the speedo offered no cover there, his only real option was to let it follow the waistband as it curved around to his hip.

Travis wasn't sure if the end result was more comical or obscene. His cock was also ridiculously thick, so the cylindrical bulge running from the center of his groin to the edge of his hip was impossible to ignore. He looked like he was smuggling salami in his swimsuit, save that lunchmeat didn't usually have a fat knob at the end.

To her credit, his mother kept her reaction to a minimum when Travis returned to the kitchen. She stared, of course, but he could hardly fault her for that. But she didn't gasp or jump, like more than a few women he'd known.

He sighed. Such thoughts only reminded him of Michelle. Losing her had been a real blow. Granted, he had no great illusion that they were meant to be together forever, but she had genuinely enjoyed fucking him. That was a somewhat limited pool for him given his size; while plenty of women liked to ride his enormous cock once, far fewer wanted to scale that tower repeatedly. Michelle had been one of those uncommon exceptions.

His mother's stare continued till it began to feel a little odd. When she finally did stop taking mental measurements of his speedo-wrapped package, she gave him a curious smile. "I was thinking about maybe going out tonight," she mused softly. "You can have the place all to yourself for a change. I realize it must be hard for you having us around all of the time. How does that sound?"

Travis initially couldn't make sense of this unexpected shift. No doubt the alcohol wasn't helping. But eventually his mind put it together. Staring at his barely concealed penis, musing about going out, wanting some time away from the family, etc. The deduction hit him like a bolt of lightning. "You're not going out to have some alone time. You're wanting to hook up with someone!"

Travis felt the anger rise up the back of his neck and sit simmering on his shoulders. He grabbed his mother by her left upper arm and jabbed an accusatory finger at her. "I'm right, aren't I? You haven't gotten laid in a month, so now you've got the itch."

His voice became a bellow as he backed her into a corner. "Never mind the fact that the last asshole you slept with also ran off with your money! No, no, no, that doesn't fucking matter because you need to get laid! I upend my entire fucking life to come haul your ass out of the fire and now you want to get right back to the same dumb shit that screwed everything up in the first place!" He shook her for emphasis. "C'mon, tell it to me straight!"

 

[ky_moonwillow]

As soon as Travis came down the stairs Mona realized that the speedo had been a mistake. She should have brought him Ray's oversized trunks, but she didn't want to embarrass him now by pointing out that he wasn't quite covered appropriately, so she she decided to ignore that her son's massive cock was nearly bursting out from the tightly stretched fabric, or rather, she tried to ignore it. Her eyes kept drifting downward, and she caught herself staring more than once. He was so huge! She had no idea that her son was so well endowed, and she couldn't help but compare his size to every man she had ever been with.

Mona had not been the least bit prepared for Travis's outburst when she told him she was thinking about going out. He was acting more like a jealous boyfriend than her sweet and loving son. For a moment she didn't know how to respond.

"Stop it Travis!" She raised her voice to a shout, but she sounded more desperate than forceful. She tried to pull out of his grip, but he was much stronger than she was. "I'm a grown woman. I'm allowed to go out if I want to!"

She had never seen this side of her son before, and it terrified her. She had been roughly handled by men before, she had even been hit a few times, but none of those men scared her the way that Travis was scaring her now.

It wasn't right. He was her son and he ought to be respectful to her, but she had screwed up every aspect of her relationship with him. For a moment she felt like crying, but instead she sighed and spoke to him more honestly than she had ever done before. "A woman has needs Travis, the same as a man does. It might be hard for you to think of me that way, because I'm your Mother, but it's true and I don't feel like that's something that I should be ashamed of."

 

[saedo]

Travis' nostrils flared and his widened. "You . . . have . . . needs?" he murmured slowly, sounding out each word as if each was suddenly unfamiliar to him.

"You have needs?" he repeated, shifting his emphasis to the first word. His lips curled into a snarl as his emotions slipped their reins. He lunged forward with his free hand and siezed Mona by the upper arms as he'd done with her right. His hefty biceps lifted her inches above the floor as he raised her to his eye level.

"You?! Of all people, you?! You're the one with needs?! " Travis bellowed at her, the wind of his exhortations warm on her face. "I had a life back home! A job! A girlfriend! An apartment! I had to give all that up because of you!" You and the sneaky bastard that robbed you blind because you were too busy fucking him to give a damn! "

Travis shook her roughly in midair, like a dog disciplining a puppy. " I gave up all of that to save you from your slutty stupidity," he barked. "And after all my sweat and effort to finally give you a glimpse of getting clear of your fucking mess, you just can't wait to spread your legs for some new random bastard!"

Travis shook her roughly again, then dumped her unceremoniously on the floor. Mona sprawled onto the linoleum and looked up as her son loomed over her. "I ought to slap some sense into you the way Dad used to," Travis growled with menace. "Maybe that would wake you the fuck up."

A dark thought stole across his eyes. In the distance, his conscience shouted that he was going to far. But higher thinking had given way to more primal drives.

" Or maybe I should give you what you need," he continued, a sinister smile parting his lips. " You have needs? Well, I have needs to. See, my girlfriend left me because of you and so now it feels like I've got balls the size of grapefruits. So yeah, you need a cock? I've got one right here."

Travis tugged down the speedo. His flaccid cock flopped down between his thighs swinging not far above his knees. Even soft, the girth pillar was as thick as his muscular forearm. "Now I think I've heard enough out of your mouth. Open wide."

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona hit the floor hard, but it was shock more than pain that brought her to tears. Her eyes flooded, blinding her. Mascara ran from her eyes tracing little black lines down toward her cheeks.

Travis was shouting at her with so much anger that for a moment he didn't seem like Travis at all, but some ghostly incarnation of his father. She flinched at the sound of his voice, not catching most of what he said. She was lost in a haze of shock and fear.

Then suddenly her mind snapped into focus and she realized what was happening.

"So yeah, you need a cock? I've got one right here." He said the words, but it wasn't until his dick was visible and he was moving towards her that the words made any sense. "Now I think I've heard enough out of your mouth. Open wide."

"No, no," She began to scoot away from him across the smooth floor, "Travis, sweetie, don't." He showed no signs of backing off.

"Cassie!" Mona shouted, "She'll be home soon! Please don't!" She began to tremble all over. As horrible as the idea of being raped by her son was, it didn't come close to the horror she felt at the thought of Cassie coming home and discovering such a thing happening in the middle of the kitchen. "I'll be good. I promise. I won't go out. I won't see anyone anymore, just don't do this. It would break Cassie's heart!"

 

[saedo]

Mona's reluctance only spurred Travis on. "Always about you, isn't it?" he sneered. "Life has to revolve around you, doesn't it?"

He stepped forward and bent down as his right hand arced towards her. The backhand caught her high on the cheek with a sharp smack. Mona had to brace herself to keep from sprawling over.

Travis regarded her from above. He'd had plenty of fights in his time. During his angry teenage years, his aggression had gotten him into scuffles on a regular basis. But he'd never hit a woman before. Not till now. Looking down at his mother, on her knees, tears trickling down her face, her massive bosom shuddering as she quivered in fear -- he had to admit: it felt good.

Travis grinned. "Now do as you're told. There's more where that came from."

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona shook with emotion in the aftermath of her son's strike. She felt conflicted about what to do, and how to behave.

The mother in her knew that her son had crossed a line, and that a good mother would get up off the ground, and establish some proper boundaries, but at this point and given all of the circumstances, she had no idea how to do that. She had caused far more problems for her son than she ever meant to, and she had never been a good an proper mother in her life. It seemed impossible for her to start attempting to be a good mother now.

All of that awareness was secondary to her surface response, which was to sooth and appease the angry man in front of her. The position was all too familiar, and with any other man she knew exactly what she would do, she would do as she was told, without argument or question. Happy men don't hit women. She had always wanted to make Travis happy, and it seemed natural to offer him what he demanded so that he could relax, and remember how much he really does love her.

Then buried beneath all of the rest was lust, pure and simple. She had been fixated on her son's massive endowment ever since she had seen him in the tight red speedo, and even though it was shameful to feel lust for her son, she couldn't help but want to take that long fat dick into her mouth. She had never been with a man that large before, and she wanted him. Travis's abusive behavior just gave her permission to do the thing that she secretly wanted to do all along.

Part of her did not want to acknowledge what it was that she was about to do, and that part of her looked away. It pretended there was some other angry but desirable man standing before her and demanding sexual gratification.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees, moving with hesitation until she was close enough for her breasts to brush against Travis's legs. She took his cock in hand, and looked up into his face one last time before, forcing herself to focus on his cock and only his cock.

She opened her mouth and took his head into her mouth, licking and sucking his tip, as she began to stroke his shaft with a slow steady motion.

 

[saedo]

"Fuck, yeah," Travis grunted as Mona opened wide to taste his cock. His libido reacted immediately and the shaft began to plump with blood.

Mona rose onto her knees as his cock began to stiffen. After a minute, the hardening shaft required her to use both hands just to hold it. Taking it all the way to the back of her mouth, she still had several engorged inches for her hands to stroke, not to mention his heavy scrotum.

"Yeah, that's it," Travis groaned. He was tempted to force his mother to go down on him more vigorously, but she was clearly struggling a bit with his size already. Last thing he needed was her choking on his cock.

Besides, his days without release already had him close to the edge. He could all ready feel the urge to cum building. Soon a tidal wave of jism was going to rocket out of him. "Almost there. . . almost there. . . "

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona was encouraged by the sound of her son's pleasure. She began to stroke him faster, and struggled to take him deeper into her mouth, extending her tongue in order to make a little more room for his enormous cock. She hummed her own pleasure sounds in anticipation of his orgasm. She never imagined that sucking Travis's dick would be such a turn on. She felt herself getting hot, and she wondered what it would feel like to have her son's monster dick fucking her pussy.

 

[saedo]

"Ah-ahhhh!" Travis bellowed as his cock swelled and exploded inside his mother's mouth. A thick, warm jet of cum rocketed out of him and swiftly flooded what little room his massive member wasn't already occupying.

Mona managed only a couple swallows before she was overwhelmed. Travis' huge knob popped free and his next spurt gushed onto her chin and neck. By the time his orgasm had run his course, Mona's sundress was damp with jism and her face glistened with streaks and splatters.

Travis took a step back and grinned at unexpected devastation he'd wrought. Seeing his mother gasping and drenched in his cum had proven quite satisfying.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to fully enjoy it. The garage door hummed to life just beyond the kitchen wall, which could only mean his sister had returned. Whatever his feelings towards his mother, it probably wasn't a good idea to let Cassie see her mother like this.

"C'mon, get up, " he urged, lifting Mona by her arms till she was standing on her feet. "You've got to clean up and change before Cassie sees you. I'll deal with her in ty the meantime. Go on."

Travis hefted his now softened cock and tucked it back in his speedo. He managed to cover himself with the limited fabric just before the back door to the garage started to open.

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Mona obeyed her son's instructions. She didn't want Cassie to know anything about what had just happened with Travis. She turned and fled up the stairs quickly, without a second thought.

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Cassie came into the kitchen and dropped her books heavily on the counter before turning to greet her brother. As soon as she turned around she got an eye full!

Her cheeks flushed bright pink and she turned her face away quickly. Even if he wasn't embarrassed to go walking around the house stuffed into undies that were way too tight, Cassie was sensible enough to feel embarrassed for both of them. "Umm... Travis... Don't you think you should put on some pants?"

"Where's Mom?" She asked, "I was thinking about staying overnight with my friend Jessica. Science projects are due tomorrow and there is no way she's going to finish on time without some serious help."

 

[saedo]

Travis rolled his eyes at his sister's reaction. "I asked Mom to find me a swimsuit so I could use the pool and this is what she brought me," he explained. "As you can see, she has no common sense. But you're the one who is always telling me I'm too hard on her. So either you think this looks fine or you think Mom did something foolish."

" Where is Mom?" his sister countered, her eyes rather deliberately not looking down.

Travis shrugged. "She got something on her while working in the kitchen, so she decided to change clothes." He certainly hoped Mona had the sense to do that. "It was kind of messy, so she might even take a shower. Just give her some time to get cleaned up."

" So what are you and Jessica working on?" he continued. Best to keep his sister occupied while Mona concealed the evidence.

 

[ky_moonwillow]

Cassie sighed exasperated at her brother, and her mother too. Sometimes she felt like she was the only sane member of her family. "I think everything Mom does is foolish. That doesn't mean you should encourage her, or get so angry about it. She's like a kid, sometimes you just have to explain to her why something is a bad idea, until she understands, and then sometimes she still refuses to listen, and you just have to accept that she isn't as smart as you are, and she's going to keep making stupid mistakes."

Cassie went over to the slow cooker and stirred the pot. "Can you please go change for dinner? I'd like to eat at home with you and Mom before I go over to Jessica's house. She's going to be charting the stages of cellular mitosis. It's a project I did in the eight grade. It probably won't get her better than a C, but without it she'll fail the class. She didn't even start working on it until yesterday can you believe it?"

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Upstairs, Mona looked in the mirror of her bathroom. She realized that her hair was full of cum. She stripped out of her blue sundress and buried it in the bottom of her hamper, before climbing into the shower. She decided to be quick, just wash her hair, get dressed and get back downstairs. She worried that if she took too long Cassie might get suspicious or Travis might get angry.

 

[saedo]

Can you please go change for dinner?

"Fine. Just wanted to relax, but no, let's have a family dinner instead. Fine, fine, fine," Travis grumbled. He stalked off to his room before Cassie could chide him further.

His sister didn't get under his skin as readily as their mother. Cassie at least had some semblance of common sense. But her unceasing efforts to turn them into a happy family did irk him. His issues with his mother weren't going to get solved by a home cooked meal. This wasn't some TV sitcom where all problems were solved inside half an hour.

He grinned darkly as he changed clothes. Wonder what Cassie would say if she knew how truly fucked up her family was? After all, not 15 minutes ago, their mother had been eagerly sucking his cock. She was probably right now showering off the buckets of cum she'd failed to swallow. Definitely not a sitcom perfect family now.

Travis put on a clean shirt and traded the overly snug speedo for a pair of knee-length khaki shorts. He traipsed back to the kitchen to see whether Cassie was ready to proceed.