Shhh... Don't Tell Dad!

[The_J0k3R]

Ugh! Dad had been on my case for the past week. True, I had missed the registration deadlines for college classes, but I hadn’t been impressed with any of them and honestly I had no idea what I wanted to do. You’d think he would have been thrilled that I was holding out to figure things out, and he wasn’t going to have to pony up the thousands of dollars for University.

Not that the bastard couldn’t afford it. I had seen the man’s wealth in action, toured the many investments, the vineyards in Northern California, the shopping malls in Southern California, the casino in Vegas.

Granted, the old man seemed to have little interest in passing his business along to me some day. I hadn’t been his perfect Varsity son, after all. Let’s jusr say that after a week like this, I was thrilled Dad was off on another of his many business trips. I had heard the door slam and, as jarring as it was, I was finally able to sit down and relax in my own damn room, a great weight lifted off my shoulders.

I picked up my guitar; I hadn’t played with Cassandra since my Dad had been home. I had learned years ago not to play when he was in earshot. Finally he was gone. I put my headphones on, plugged my guitar in, pumped in a backijg track to practice with, and started playing, finally oblivious to the bullshit.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Character Profile: Natasha Stryker-Worthington - Age 36 - Bust 42DD - Long dark hair.

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"Goddamn it, Jerry! You don't have to slam the fucking door every time you leave! And get a better attitude before you come back this time.." I yelled out the door as his car pulled down the long drive away from the estate. I know he heard me. He always hears me. I make sure of it. I turned to go back into the house and slammed the door back. I sighed rubbing my forehead. "If I wasn't afraid of that damned prenup, I would just leave.. I'd take it all and leave," I mutter to myself as I walk into the kitchen, pulling down a wine glass, popping the cork on the champagne bottle. Then I hear the sweet sound of music coming from my son's room. Well, our son's room. Oh, he must be furious as well. He hasn't pulled out that thing in nearly a year. Of course this is really the first time Jerry has gone away since Jaxon's graduation. It was about time. I'm just thankful that someone in the company fucked up the records and Jerry had to go fix it. Toronto, of all places. He'll be gone a week. Shouldn't be too bad.

I climb the stairs to stand outside Jaxon's room. My sweet son. Honestly, no matter how mad I get at his blasted father, I can't help but be happy he knocked me up 18 years ago. I lean up against the wall as I listen to him pick the strings of his guitar. I take a sip of the sweet champagne, savoring the bubbling sensation as it trickles down my throat. He's the only thing that keeps me sane. That and the $400 bottle of alcohol that I'm enjoying. He's done everything he can to get on his father's good side, but nothing ever seems to put him in Jerry's good graces. I just don't know what I'm going to do.

I knock on his door gently, turning the knob a bit. "Jax? You okay?" I ask leaning in a bit. "I was going to go to Cor'maggio's tonight and wanted to see if you wanted to come along? We haven't had dinner together in quite a while."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I just barely heard Mom calling for me through the headphones, and I pulled them down and spun in my chair to see her in my doorway.

She looked as relieved as I felt. My father’s domineering presence had weighed on her as well. I set my guitar down on my bed and nodded at her proposal.

“That sounds great,” I said. I smirked then. “Can I have a glass, to celebrate that bastard being gone?” I asked my Mom, not sure how she would respond. I had heard her yelling after him when he left. However, I had never openly expressed that kind of defiance towards Dad in front of her. The words just kind of popped out.

 

[IntriguedLover]

My eyes opened wide as I looked to him. He wanted booze. I didn't want him to become an alcoholic -- but he's been through so much with Jerry the past few months. A little couldn't hurt, could it? Besides, they'd have the driver to take them places. "Ohh no.. I don't think so.. Okay.. Maybe just a bit. But I don't think you'll like it, unless -- unless you've had some before?" I ask, raising my eyebrow before heading out the door to go downstairs. I heard him shuffling behind me.

I pulled another glass down and pulled the cork out again, pouring just enough to cover the bottom. I handed it to him. "So. I was thinking of renting something tonight. Anything you have in mind that you might want to watch?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

”unless you've had some before?" she asked, and I gave her an incredulous look after seeing how little of the champagne she had poured for me. I threw back the drink, downing it and replacing the now-empty glass on the counter, giving her that look I always did when I wanted more.

“A movie sounds good,” I said. I stepped closer to her. I had this feeling of relief, being with her now that Dad was gone. Gone for a while. I reached out to her. “Whatever you want, Mama.”

“Maybe we could order dinner in?” I suggested.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I watched as he downed the minuscule amount of champagne I had given him, not even batting an eye. His expression claimed that he had had alcohol before. But then again, I would have to be completely oblivious or totally idiotic to not have noticed. The fights between him and Jerry. Some were near blows. Had Jax been drunk then? I shook the thought out of my head as I poured him a bit more.

"Whatever you want, Mama." The sweet innocence. Oh how I love this boy. Well, he's not a boy anymore. He's a man and I was going to have to recognize him as such. "So, if we were to rent the remade Carrie or the original It, you wouldn't care if I got a bit scared?" I said with a smirk, taking another sip of the champagne, slowly feeling its effects.

"Yeah, we could order in, I suppose," I muttered, swirling the glass before sitting it down. I fumbled around the kitchen a bit, opening a drawer. "Ah, I knew I had told Carletta to put these in here. Your father doesn't like carryout, but I do time to time." I handed him a few of the pamphlets. "Pick something and order. My card is by the door. I'm going to go get into something more comfortable.." I kissed him on the cheek, tussling his hair a bit before heading upstairs.

I went into the closet and pulled out a drawer. I slipped into a tight pair of jean shorts and a white top, both almost too small for me, but they accentuated my curves just right. My cleavage clearly on display but I didn't care, everyone was used to that. I pulled my long hair into a loose knot and headed back downstairs into the entertainment room, sitting on the sectional that was there. I picked up the remote. "So, how do I order movies again?" I said looking over my shoulder.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I was just finishing up ordering a whole mess of Chinese food for delivery when Mom came back downstairs in her tight little jean shorts and a tank top that left little to the imagination. I blinked, stammering out the numbers from her credit card to pay the bill over the phone before hanging up and slipping her wallet back into her purse. She was asking about how to order movies on the TV, again. I smirked as I walked over to her, taking a drink off my now full glass of champagne; I had topped it off once she had gone upstairs. Truth be told, I really didn’t drink very often, and the bubbly drink was definitely starting to make me feel pretty loose and happy.

I leaned over the back of the couch right above her, a position which afforded me a rather amazing of her cleavage down her top. I had never really looked at my mom in any kind of sexual way before, of course. Of course I knew she had a nice body, and she wasn’t afraid to display her charms, but for the first time I was finding myself quite appreciative of the view.

My head was right next to hers. My arms slid down on either side of her and I took the remote in her hands. “You just go to the Apps page,” I explained, “and go to the Amazon app. You don’t have to log in or anything. And just search for whatever movie you want, and it’ll start streaming it,” I said, pressing the buttons for her as I told her how to do it. My forearms rubbed against the sides of her ample breasts as I did, but I pretended not to notice…

 

[IntriguedLover]

I sat there. My hands holding the remote control up for him. I watched his fingers work over the buttons and the screen flash as he typed in the movie name. "Oh that seems easy enough." I knew how to work the thing but when I get a bit tipsy, I don't know the back of my hand from -- well -- the back of my hand. I'm a loose drunk. And if I keep this up with the champagne, or if I switch to Vodka, I might be humping the couch in an hour and that won't be a nice view for my son.

I took another sip of my drink as I noticed his forearms brush up against my ample busty bosom. I looked down and then back up to him. "Thank you baby," I said kissing him on the cheek again, something a mom is supposed to do, of course.

I scrolled though the selections on the screen, taking another sip. "Might have to switch to the Vodka in a bit. The champagne is kind of strong right now," I chuckled, giving him a wink.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I let her take over finding a movie, and walked around the couch and then sat down next to her after she kissed my cheek. Was it just me or did that kiss seem a little wet… a little lingering? It must have been the alcohol.

“Vodka?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “But wouldn’t that be stronger than the champagne?” I had had vodka once before and it hadn’t taken much to make my head spin. I smirked, downing what remained of my champagne and setting the tall glass down on the coffee table. “Are you gonna share, or just tease me with it?” I asked her, curious to see just how much Mom would let me get away with, now that Dad was out of town for a while.

My mind wandered up to the bag of marijuana I had stashed in my room. I had only ever tried the stuff a couple of times, and a buddy had given it to me as a gift on my birthday a few weeks ago. Of course Dad would flip his shit if he found it, but now I was wondering what Mom would do. She was letting me drink with her, after all...

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Yeah, it's a bit stronger," I admitted, "but it would be smoother and take a bit longer to get the buzz." I stood up and walked into the kitchen area, stretching to reach over the fridge -- my curvy ass showing from under the edge of the shirt as the jean shorts stretched around my ample bottom. I opened the cupboard and pulled down a small bottle of Iordanov. I also grabbed two crystal shot glasses heading back into the living room. "I splurged on myself a bit before my birthday this year, shh... don't tell Jerry.." I whispered to him. "If only we had a bit of Mary Jane."

I sat down popping the top and pouring the shots for us. "It's three grand a bottle but Aunt Celeste says that it goes great with a toke.." I shrugged looking to him, clinking my shotglass against his. "Cheers, baby.." I smiled shooting it back before laying my head back, relaxing.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Mom brought out an expensive bottle of vodka, and two glasses, and gave me a shot! I threw it back; it was smooth, and I could already feel the increased intoxication creeping up on me. My mind, however, was still reeling from how she kept bringing up marijuana. Did she know I had some? Should I offer it up? I was starting to realize that I probably wouldn’t get in trouble for it…

I looked at her, that amazing cleavage, those legs… I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off that big luscious ass when she had gone into the kitchen. She was nothing like the girls from school. She had the most amazing curves…

A dark thought came to mind. What better way to get back at Dad than by corrupting his wife? My mind boggled. My own mother???

“You know, Mom… I’ve got a stash of weed upstairs…”

 

[floatinfantazee]

“You know, Mom… I’ve got a stash of weed upstairs…”[/QUOTE]

 

[IntriguedLover]

(OOC: Dear floatinfantazee, please remove your post. You do not belong in this thread. Thanks, butterface..)

I raised my head up, my eyebrows raised. "Oh?" I questioned. "You have weed?" I smirked moving closer to him, my hand pressing the remote. Music popped up on the TV, the iHeart Radio app. It wasn't planned, but I shrugged it off. I looked at him. "Go get it.." I said encouraging him. Hell, Jerry wasn't home. The maid was off for the rest of the week. Fuck the rules. We were both stressed.

"We need to toke it up, Jax.. We've been so stressed. I'll get the next shot ready." I poured two more shots, dropping a bit on the glass top table. I licked it up from the glass and wiped the smudges off. God. I was starting to get wasted. And now, I was going to be getting high with my son? My own son?

"Oh fuck, what am I doing?" I asked myself, chuckling quietly while I waited for him.

 

[The_J0k3R]

When Mom encouraged me to go get the weed, I nearly jumped up from the sofa, which was probably why she spilled a bit of the vodka. I stopped at the stairs and turned back, just in time to watch her bend over and lick up the spilled alcohol. Was this really my mom? My thoughts started running rampant. What was going to happen tonight, once we were both all messed up?

I quickly grabbed the stash of weed. It was already conveniently rolled up into joints and hidden in a cigarette box at the top of my closet shelves. I grabbed a few of the joints, and a lighter, and brought them back downstairs, sitting down next to Mom again, our thighs rubbing against each other. I was dressed comfortably, in gym shorts and a light tee shirt. I couldn’t believe I was really going to do this! I set the two extra joints on the coffee table and lit up the one in my lips, sucking on the tightly rolled joint until the end was smoking and burning, getting a big hit. I held it in my lungs as I passed the joint over to my mom.

“Here ya go…” I said through gritted teeth as I did my best to hold the smoke in...

 

[IntriguedLover]

I watched as he took a hit. His face turning slightly blue from having to hold in the hit. He was definitely under-trained. I laughed out loud. "Ohh you have no clue how to take a hit," I said, trying to be playful. I was wasted now. The alcohol taking the full effect on me and now as Jaxon passed me the blunt, I was about to get fucked up. Hopefully he ordered enough for to-go.. "This is how you take a huff, baby," I said pinching the butt, inhaling nice and deep. The burn. Oh the burn. I almost coughed but I couldn't be one-upped by my son.

I sat the blunt on the ashtray as I leaned back. I held in the hit before exhaling through my nose. During the exhale, I blew some of the smoke into the vodka before taking the shot while some of the hit was in my lungs. Then I coughed the rest out. "Oh god, Celeste was right! Jax, go ahead. Try it.." I leaned against his shoulder handing him the shot.

The knock then came at the door. "Fuck.." I said after picking up the blunt again. "You wanna get it or should I?" Now I was wasted and lit..

 

[The_J0k3R]

“You get it,” I replied, picking up the joint and taking a hit, and doing as she had instructed, letting some of the smoke out before throwing the shot back… and then promptly coughing out the rest!

But it was such an intense rush! The mixture of alcohol and cannabis was sublime, and I found myself sinking back into the sofa, thoroughly stoned and almost seeing double!

“Are you trying to get me fucked up, Mom?” I asked with a playful, stupid little grin on my face as I watched her rise up from the sofa. The doorbell rang again. I was so out of my head, I actually said: “show him those titties!” as she nearly stumbled towards the door!

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Yeah baby, we're going to have some fun tonight," I said getting up. I managed to hold onto the couch as I heard Jaxon say "Show him those titties". I laughed. "Oh baby, that's the only tip he's getting!" I said holding onto the wall as I made my way to the front door. I undid the lock and opened it. My mind was like water at the moment and I didn't care how crazy we got tonight.

"Um," the young man mumbled. "Delivery, ma'am." He was stuttering, of course I was hot and he was probably new to the business that we had ordered from. "It's paid in full with your credit card," he said finally looking up, holding out the bag.

"Yeah, just sit it here and here's your tip!" I said turning to wink at Jaxon, pulling up the top up and over my head, standing there with my nipples quite erect, my huge melons flouncing a bit as I looked to the guy. The delivery boy stumbled backwards, his eyes bulging out of his head and something else bulging as well. "Have a good day," I said waving a bit and closing the door.

I grabbed the bag and brought it to the living room, sitting it down while taking a seat next to Jaxon, still topless. "What? You sucked on them for nearly 6 months, so what's the problem?" I said taking another shot of vodka.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She did it! She actually did it! And now she was bouncing back, tits out and on full display! My mind boggled at what was going on. Her words registered but my tongue seemed all tied up.

“Yeah but I don’t remember that!” I said, watching her take another shot, my eyes glued to her glorious tits.

I shook my head, trying to regain some semblance of control, but instead I just leaned forward and picked up the joint again and took another hit before handing it over to her. My belly rumbled at the smell of the food but I was hardly hungry for it. My cock was hard now and my appetite was focused on just one thing. My mother.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I opened the container of food and inhaled the sweet scent of the meal. "Damn baby, you know how to order. This is perfect," I complimented. I looked to him and noticed he was eyeing me. I was so out of my mind that it didn't quite register in my head that he was adjusting on the couch. The coolness of the room hit my breasts, my nipples hardening as I sat there. I took a bite, savoring the food before swallowing. I moved around getting comfortable. My huge tits bouncing slightly as I looked back to him. I squinted a bit, noticing that his pants were bulging slightly.

"You can't be turned on, can you?" I said, chuckling before taking another hit and throwing back another shot. "Did you decide what you wanted to watch on the T.V.?" I asked moving my hands around my big melons before I reached for my top.

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"If you want, I can put this back on -- if I'm making you uncomfortable.." I said, putting out the blunt that was on its last leg after the few hits I took.

 

[The_J0k3R]

I watched almost obsessively as she took yet another shot and finished off the joint. My mind was a whirl of activity, but my now-obvious arousal was the center of it all.

I shook my head, leaning back into the couch drunkenly and ogling her. “No, no, leave it off… Mom.”

I smirked and chuckled, the buzz from the weed getting to me good. “Or should I call you Natasha tonight?” I asked with a devilish little grin as I leaned towards her, reaching into her box of take-out and snatching up a piece of chicken, my forearm accidentally rubbing across one of those stiff nipples as I did! The touch sent a chill through me.

I wanted so much more!

 

[IntriguedLover]

I watched as his hand passed in front of my face, stealing a piece of chicken. I swatted at him playfully, even as I felt his arm rub against my breast. I moaned a bit at the sudden touch.. "Baby, call me whatever you want. We're so fucked up, who even cares?" I questioned him, sitting the take-out on the table.

I picked up the vodka bottle and tilted it. "Baby, we're running dry.. But I think we've had enough, for now.. Unless you've got something else in mind," I said licking my lips clean of the small drop of vodka that happened to slip past my lips from the last shot I took.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“I think… If we drink much more… We’ll be passed out on this couch…” I said. I didn’t realize I was slurring my words. That vodka was strong! But it might have been the weed making everything so loopy.

“And what’s the fun in that?” I asked with a smirk. I stood up, a bit wobbily. My cock was straining against my jeans and I wanted something more comfortable to wear. “Have you seen my pajama pants? The ones I always wear? I threw them in the laundry a couple days ago…” I said, scratching my head a bit as I tried to think.

“I want to get good and comfy with you… Natasha.”

 

[IntriguedLover]

I raised my eyebrow at the Natasha comment and just shrugged it off. He was really feeling it now and that was good. With Jerry gone for the week, this was certainly well earned. The tension had definitely taken its toll on us. I looked to him as he stood there, wobbly. My eyes adjusting and focusing on his manhood, hidden and yet it seemed constricted by his pants.

"Yeah, they're in the clean hamper that Carletta should have taken up to your room the other day. Guess it never made it. Downstairs in the laundry room, baby," I said waving him off. "I'll get more comfortable as well."

I managed to stand up as he walked off out of sight, my jean shorts were definitely tight now and I needed to get out of them. Hell, if he was getting comfy, why couldn't I?

I stood up. "Whoa," I stuttered, tits bouncing as I steadied myself. I undid the button and shimmied out of the shorts, thong tight against my nice bubble butt as I adjusted it.
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I stood there bent over working the jean shorts down my legs, my ass on display.

 

[The_J0k3R]

That seemed like a long way to go just for pajama pants… but I was tired of these jeans and I wasn’t going to just sit there in my briefs! They were part of the problem anyway, restraining my thickening cock.

I made my way downstairs, practically leaning on the handrail. I rifled through the laundry, making a mess as I did, before finding them, peeling my jeans and underwear off, and slipping them on. I got rid of my shirt as well, and left it on the floor before heading back upstairs, coming back into the living room just in time to watch my mom pull those tight little jeans down her butt and wiggle that big round ass in my direction.

The tent in my loose, thin cotton pajama pants was now quite obvious as I leaned against the door frame and just watched.

“Damn, Mom, you are fucking hot,” I said, and then my eyes went wide as I realized I had really only meant to think that, not say it!

 

[IntriguedLover]

“Damn, Mom, you are fucking hot,” is what I heard behind me as I pulled my hair down. I turned around just as I let it drape over my shoulder. I looked at his tented pants as I moved towards the couch, bending down on it with my knees on the cushion. He was close enough that I could basically touch him if I wanted to..

"You think I'm fucking hot huh? You're pretty much a stud too, y'know," I said with a wink before looking down his body and focusing on the tent.

I looked at him and glanced back up with a playful look in my eye. "What do you want, Jaxon?" I said pouting my lips and blowing air out to the hidden erection that he was sporting, hoping to tease him.

This was wrong, but it felt kind of right..