What a Difference a Summer Makes- Part 5

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Hello readers. After much thought and messages from fans of this series, I decided to continue. Thanks for the awesome feedback from the latest installment especially regarding the cliffhanger. I urge those who haven’t read the previous installments to please do so to get a full understanding of the world I have created.

For those who know my work sorry to repeat but here goes: I use italics in my stories as the inner thoughts of the main character and since musicals are my favorite movie genre, they are used for musical breaks as well. You will find in my writing I try to be as illustrative as possible so you, the reader, will have a clear visual of the characters and the environment they are in. I do encourage you guys to use your platform of choice to look up the songs being used in this latest offering to fully immerse yourselves in Chad’s world.

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Without further ado I present:

What a Difference a Summer Makes- Part 5

It was like a horror movie being played in front of my very eyes. My mom, half-naked, standing behind a woman I’ve grown to care about and not to mention having sex with. And not just any sex, but nasty, dirty, raunchy sex. So many thoughts flashed across my mind. How long has this been going on? Does dad know? Was I tasting my mom’s pussy each time I kissed Taylor?

Oh… My… God! I could hurl right now!

I could feel my stomach churning in a not comfortable way. Mom locked eyes with me.

“Chad!” She quickly covering herself in embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”

That exact thought ran through my head. I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to. With every ounce of energy in my body, I bolted down the hall to the stairwell. Both my Mom and Taylor called out to me but there was no way I was turning back. I needed to get out of there.

While waiting for my car I didn’t realize I was pacing and mumbling to myself until one of the valet workers asked if I was ok. Forcing a weak smile, I gave him a slight head nod indicating everything was alright. I’ve always considered myself a levelheaded kind of person, never judgmental, always keeping an open mind, but this was way more than my brain could handle. With all that happened today, I was on mental overload.

My hands were trembling trying to turn the ignition. I drove. Nowhere in particular. My mind was blank as I road down the highway. The dark cloud that dissipated before has now returned with a vengeance, consuming me. How can everything about my life change in a little over three months? Sure, there were great things I’ve experienced. But, to me, the bad far outweighed the good. I wish things could just go back to the way they once were. I can’t handle all of this. I don’t want to handle all of this. Life was simpler when I was just Squirt.

At this time of night, the roads are usually clear from any other cars which I enjoy. The sound of silence is usually a great comfort for me. But tonight, it was like poison, gnawing at my insides and I could barely breathe! My arms were still shaking. I tried to keep them still by gripping the steering wheel tighter, but it was pointless.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be – MY LIFE!

All at once, I realize, I feel nothing. I’m paralyzed. This emptiness I feel, this void in my spirit just makes me feel ill. Maybe listening to some music can turn my spirits, at least a little bit. The first station that pops up on the dial is Lil Wayne’s A Milli. Nah, a good song, but not the vibe I’m in right now. The next station is playing Ariana Grande’s 7 rings. Nope, not at all! I hit the button again and I’m transfixed by Aloe Blacc’s voice as his lyrics rang through my speakers and are expressing my exact feelings at moment, Ticking Bomb.

The future is a dying art

Laying in a ditch in the dark

I need you here but all I hear

Is the beating of a broken heart

Don’t wait to say goodbye, you’re running out of time

Whatever you believe, it’s easy to see

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

So keep your calm and carry on

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

And it’s about to explode

The whole world, the whole world

The whole world, the whole world

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

And it don’t care what side you’re on

The whole world sitting on a ticking bomb

Just as the song ended, I was back at Deerfield Beach. Taking off my boots, I step on the sand and walk forward until the water covers my bare feet. It was a quiet night as I soaked in the cool breeze and even cooler seawater. As I listened to the waves roll in and out at a steady rhythm, it made me realize why I gravitate towards here. This place was like my Fortress of Solitude. My home away from home. This is the destination where I come to center myself when I feel I’m veering off course. It must have something to do with the sounds of the ocean.

There was a time when coming back home after a long vacation abroad this place would provide me with so much joy. Since I’ve returned from my summer vacation, not even this place is as it once was. Nothing is as it once was. Everything and everyone has changed. Joe, Kimmie, Taylor, Lisa, my parents, and most of all me. Even with all the confidence in the world… this is brand new terrain I’m venturing into and to be honest, I don’t know if I’m ready, especially after tonight.

Every detail of tonight is etched in my brain. As much as I want to savor the good parts, the bad parts are much more maddening.

Maybe this is a sign of something. Should I go back to France and stay with grandma and Josef? Will that solve anything, or will I just be running away?

I don’t know what I’m going to do but I do know for sure I’m tired of feeling like this. Lying flat on the sand I look up at the night sky. The stars filled the heavens. Oh, how I wish I could just fly away! My eyes were closing slowly. I was so close to drift off to sleep while humming the Ticking Bomb song when I hear a voice, “I thought I would find you out here.”

Sluggishly opening back my eyes, I see Kimmie smiling down at me. The kind of smile best friends gives when they know the other is hurting. Warm and comforting.

“Hey, you – what brings you out here?” I asked in a low tone with a grin.

Kimmie plopped down next to me. She let me know my parents called her asking if she had any idea where I was because I wasn’t answering my phone.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln seemed kind of frantic on the phone,” Kimmie voiced with concern. “Did you tell them about what happened at the party?”

If only it were that simple.

Not giving a reply, I sat up and stared out onto the water. The sea was perfectly calm, almost as if the waves were sleeping.

“Squirt, Squirt,” she repeated softly trying to get my attention.

“Huh?” I replied, still looking out at the sea.

“I said, did you tell them about what happened at the party?”

When I finally turned to her the expression on my face must have given away how I was feeling because she looked overly worried and asked me what was wrong. With a big sigh and with deep pain in my voice replied, “Everything.”

Kimmie listened as I told her how I’ve been feeling since my return from France. How I’ve felt lost and still out of place. And even though my outward appearance has drastically improved my sex life over the last three months, I’ve never felt emptier in mind, body, or soul. I feel, in a word – ALONE.

I didn’t mention to Kimmie the situation with my Mom and Taylor because that was something I didn’t want to get into currently. I’m still trying to process that.

“Maybe I don’t belong here anymore. Maybe I should just go back to France to live with grandma and Josef.”

Kimmie began to tear up after I finished. “What are you talking about? What are you not telling me, Squirt?”

The pain of all of tonight’s events just hit me at once as my eyes began to drip with tears. I pinned my chin to my chest and began to sob. Kimmie wrapped her arms around me pulling me into her.

“You are not alone! You have friends here that you can lean on. Especially me and Joe.”

How can I tell her that she and Joe are not enough anymore? How can I tell her they were the beginning of the downward spiral that is now my life?

Kimmie continued, “You also have your mom and dad that love you.”

“My mom!” I fumed breaking from her embrace standing up immediately. I turned my back to her and watched the moonlight out on the water. “Yeah – I have my mom alright! You don’t know who that woman really is!”

“Squirt talk to me. What’s going on?” The confusion in her voice was evident.

I wanted to tell Kimmie everything, but I couldn’t. At least not now. I haven’t even spoken to my dad…

Oh shit! My dad! How will he react when I tell him about Mom and Taylor? What will happen to their marriage? Will they get a divorce? Who will I want to live with?

Then something else struck me. My dad’s words right before I left to go to the party tonight. He said I would have to make tough choices during my life, even if I feel there were none. He told me to follow my heart and that will be my guide.

A light bulb went off in my head! The problem, I realized, is I was saying all the right things about taking time to find myself away from Kimmie and Joe but all I did was replace them with Taylor, Lisa, Nate, and Tanya. I still don’t know who I am. Standing with the sand nuzzled in between my toes and the soft cool breeze against my face I made a vow to myself. This year will be a discovery of who Chad Lincoln really is. I’m not going to just talk about it but be about it. Talk is over. It’s time for action.

I turned back towards Kimmie and gave her a soft smile, “Stand up.”

She held out her hand, and I helped her up off the sand. Kimmie stared at me uneasily, trying to figure out what was going on in my head.

I Küçükköy Escort assured her everything will be fine and my idea of starting from scratch. Standing there with the waves gently slapping against our feet Kimmie looked up at me with worry on her face. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m wiping the slate clean,” I declared. “Everything before tonight is but a distant memory. I’m starting over from this point on.”

“What does that mean exactly and what does that mean for us?” she questioned with pain in her eyes.

I know what she was hoping for. She feels that after tonight’s party and the whole Derek situation we can all return as friends again as we once were.

“I’m sorry Kimmie but there must be changes. We can’t go back to the way things once were. We will still and always be friends, but you, me, and Joe’s relationships amongst one another will be different going forward.”

“I get it,” Kimmie sniffled, “you’re on your journey of who Chad really is, right?”

Just when you think you know someone; they can still surprise the hell out of you!

My shocked expression put a small grin on her face. “You didn’t think I would understand?”

I wanted to reply but there were no words to express my gratitude for her understanding, so I just hugged her tightly.

We strolled along the beach talking. Kimmie continued telling me she thought a lot about our last conversation from yesterday when I first told her about needing time apart to process everything that has transpired over the last few months. Her words only reassured me that I was on the right path.

“I know you need this and when the time comes, I’ll be right here because I love you.”

She completely caught me off guard with that statement and my emotions must have gotten the best of me as I blurted out without thinking, “I’m in love with you too, Kimmie.”

Wait! What did I just say?

The regret from that comment immediately washed over me like the very waves on the sand we are walking along. Shivers ran down my spine. There was no way to take it back. Oh, how I wished I could rewind the last ten-seconds.

Kimmie just stared at me open-mouthed. Not a word or sound was uttered. She had to be in shock by my confession because that was my feeling too…shock. I was so nervous my insides were turning into jelly. I instantly looked down at my toes, embarrassed by what I just told her, before glancing back up at her. “I think we should call it a night, Kimmie. Let’s go.”

I gradually walked away thinking to myself how I could be such an idiot. Why would tonight of all nights would I even confess that? Haven’t I suffered enough? Am I a glutton for punishment?

Another fine mess you have gotten yourself into, Chad.

“Squirt – wait! Don’t leave!” Kimmie called out to me.

Slowly I turned back still unable to look Kimmie in her eyes as she approached.

“Squirt, look at me.”

I couldn’t do it.

“Chad… please look at me,” her voice was so quiet, almost serene.

I lifted my head and our eyes met. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. She now knew what I’ve held secretly in my heart for the past few years, that I was secretly in love with her. Even with the little light from the lamp post that illuminated the beach I could still make out the pinkish hue that appeared on her cheeks.

“I’m sorry Chad but you caught me by surprise.” Her eyes dart across my face, studying my expression. “How long have you felt this way?”

For as long as I can remember I’ve been in love with you! You’re the girl of my dreams! That’ what I wanted to shout-out but all I could mutter was, “Ummmm – ummmm.”

Even after all I have been through and the so-called confidence, I’ve attained. Kimmie is still my Kryptonite.

All she gave me was a sweet giggle as she moved closer to me then reached for my hands. Now it was just quiet. I didn’t hear the waves against the sand or the wind in the air. All that mattered was Kimmie and me. I held my breath as she leaned upon the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to mine.

THIS right here! THIS right now is all I’ve EVER wanted!

My head was in a whirlwind. All my dreams were coming true at this very moment and just as I was about to wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, Joe popped in my head. His words to me about also being in love with Kimmie rang through my brain. I took a step back and told her we had to stop.

“What’s wrong?” wondered Kimmie.

“We can’t… ugh!” I grunted stomping my foot on the sand in disgust. “We can’t do this.”

There were too many variables to consider, mainly Joe, and the moment, while magical, this wasn’t the time to act on it especially after I admitted I needed time to connect with myself. To her credit, Kimmie didn’t protest. We calmly walked and talked along the beach under the moonlight. I didn’t let her in on Joe’s confession of being in love with her, but I was more than stunned by her admission that she and Joe had not had sex since The Incident.

Kimmie admitted she couldn’t do it any longer because of how it fractured all of us. She also told me even though she enjoyed having sex with Joe, which I didn’t want to hear about, he was not someone she envisioned having a long-term relationship with.

“I’m really surprised to hear you say that Kimmie.”

“Why?” she asked while brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“To be honest, I kind of always expected that you two will end up together.”

She looked at me like I had two heads.

“What? You guys are like Barbie and Ken, the perfect couple.”

She playfully rolled her eyes at me and gave me a nudge. “Barbie and Ken, huh? Whatever Casanova.”

“Casanova?” I asked with a grin. “A new nickname?”

“With as much pussy you’ve stuck your dick in over these last few months, that’s the only word that comes to mind.”

With a fake smile with an equally fake laugh, I replied, nudging her, “Yeah – ok porn star Kimmie. Don’t forget I’ve seen your work firsthand and know how long you can hold a cock in YOUR mouth.”

“Chad!” she squealed acting astonished giving me a playful bump.

“Too soon?” I joked. “Sorry, too soon. I know.”

We both laughed hysterically like we have done on so many occasions before when we would make fun of each other. Looking down at my watch I notice the time. Oh shit! It was four-thirty in the morning! It was way past my curfew. I smiled as I stood up. This night wasn’t a total waste.

“Kimmie. Shall we get out of here?” I extended my hand to help her up. She jumped up next to me then told me I was forgetting something.

I glanced around, thinking maybe I dropped my car keys or wallet, but after giving myself a quick pat-down everything seemed to be in order.

“What am I forgetting?”

“You promised me one last dance.” She gave me that infectious smile which always warms my heart no matter what mood I’m in.

Boy oh boy, I love her!

I scrolled through my Pandora playlist looking for a song. I wanted something that fully expressed how she makes me feel. Then I saw it. I wasn’t sure if this was the right decision because of the painful memories this song holds for her. But it was the only song that could explain to Kimmie how I truly felt about her. With a deep breath, I hit play and as the instrumental began, she stared at me like a little girl lost as if her whole world was about to crumble.

Whitney Houston’s song I Have Nothing was Kimmie’s little sister’s favorite song. Abigail Andrews died from leukemia five-years ago. This semester would have been her freshman year of high school. I remember Abby would play this song endlessly which drove Kimmie insane to the point they would argue and fight about it. As Abby began to get sick this became their song. Kimmie rarely left her side. After school, Joe and I would be right alongside Kimmie helping care for her little sister. When Abby finally succumbed to the disease Kimmie never played that song ever again and if it ever played, she would change the station immediately or would leave the area it was playing in.

“No Chad,” Kimmie said in a panic, “I can’t listen to this.” It was as if I could see the pain of those memories flooding back into her. Abby left so suddenly leaving Kimmie and her parents devastated. It took them quite a long time to have any sense of normalcy.

She quickly spun around to walk away, but I reached out for her hand. “Kimmie, I’m sorry but I want this song to be a new memory for you. I want you to think of this song, not just about Abby’s death, but as the day I finally mustered the courage to express what you mean to me.”

She reluctantly turned back to me, quivering and biting her lower lip with heavy tears. I pulled her into me and kissed her forehead, telling her it will be ok. We slow danced on the beach under the stars. Her head on my chest as we swayed to the music. I softly whispered it in her ear, “You want to know how I feel about you? This can explain it more than anything I could ever say.”

You see through, right to the heart of me

You break down my walls with the strength of your love, mm

I never knew love like I’ve known it with you

Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to

I don’t really need to look very much further

I don’t wanna have to go where you don’t follow

I won’t hold it back again, this passion inside

I can’t run from myself, there’s nowhere to hide

Your love, I’ll remember forever

But don’t make me close one more door

I don’t wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms if you dare

Or must I imagine you there

Don’t you dare walk away from me

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don’t have you, you

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As I got to my driveway I thought back on my rollercoaster of a day. It was like an emotional hurricane with me at the center pulling me in all different directions. I even contemplated leaving Florida all together! But it was Kimmie, as it always seems to be, who brings me out of the storm. Sometimes, just the thought of her makes me feel better. I was pleasantly surprised when driving her home that she never Escort Bayan brought up or pressed me about being in love with her. We didn’t talk at all; we just held hands the entire car ride. When we arrived at her place, she gave me a hug, a quick peck on the lips, and told me we will talk later. Kimmie knew I wasn’t ready to discuss it. She approached her front door, turned back and we both waved goodbyes.

I’m not sure if we will end up together or not but I do know this for a fact, I love her and will always love her.

I went around the back of my house praying my parents were sleeping because it was soooo late. I slid the glass door to my bedroom open and crept inside. Just as I let out a deep sigh of relief the lights turned on that made me jump out of my skin. Both my parents were standing by my door. Busted!

“Do you know what time it is young man?” chided my dad pointing at an imaginary watch on his wrist.

“Sorry sir,” I said apologetically. “I was with Kimmie at the beach and I lost track of time.”

“You had your mom and I worried sick. We both tried calling you a dozen times, and you didn’t pick up. Luckily Kimmie was mature enough to text us when she located you.”

“I’m sorry dad. It was just a lot of…” I started to say then glanced at mom who had a deer in headlights appearance to her. I put my head down. “It won’t happen again, dad.”

I put my head down. Not because I was sad or because I was being reprimanded by my father, I was just so disgusted with the sight of my mother I didn’t want to look at her.

It seemed my dad could sense something was off and started to say something before he paused and just said, “Get some sleep. We will discuss this in the morning.”

Once they left, I took my clothes off then took a quick shower to get the sand out of my hair and off my body. Thank God this day is finally over, I thought to myself. Once my head hit the pillow I was out like a light:

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A noise interrupted my slumber and I slowly began to open my eyes. To my surprise, I saw my reflection in a full-length mirror in front of me. I was sitting, handcuffed by my wrists and ankles, in a high back armchair wearing a classic black satin peak lapel tuxedo jacket, a black dress shirt underneath with the two top buttons unbuttoned. Not knowing what was going on I looked around the room, but I couldn’t make out my surroundings.

Where the fuck am I?

I called out for help a couple of times, dead silence. I tried to break free of the cuffs, but they wouldn’t budge. That’s when I could hear the clicking sound of high heels on the floor.

Someone is here and, by the sound of it, it’s more than one person.

“Hello!” I yell out. “Is someone there? Can you please help me?”

I’m stunned by the two faces that suddenly become visible in the mirror – Taylor and my mom! After my initial surprise, a sense of relief came over me.

They’ll help me for sure.

My mood drastically changed when I noticed what they were wearing. Or better yet not wearing!

Well, let me be specific.

They both were completely naked. Taylor wearing only a pair of black thigh stiletto boots. My mother in red satin platform pumps. But what had me salivating and my cock rising up like the phoenix was Taylor led my mother by a diamond-studded chain that was attached to a leather-bonded black choker that had the word SLUT embroidered around my mom’s neck!

I watched them closely. I didn’t want to be aroused but the perversity of the situation had me turned on to no end! My cock was a steel rod by now watching how their asses swayed. They circled my chair slowly a couple of times staring down at me without saying a word before they stopped in front of my chair. My eyes were transfixed on the two of them; not wanting to look at one more than the other.

I tried to speak up, but no words could be spoken, as I now had a ball gag in my mouth.

Taylor delicately traced her hands down my mother’s torso after manipulating her quarter-shaped nipples in front of me making her gasp and shrill in pleasure. Taylor never took her eyes off me and asked seductively if I thought my mother was sexy. Not wanting her to read my thoughts I closed my eyes as hard as I could, shaking my head. The laugh came from Taylor like an evil queen.

“Yeah – you think she’s sexy,” she declared. “Your cock doesn’t lie!”

I reopened my eyes and now my pants were completely removed. All that stared back at me was the precum leaking from my hard as a brick dick. When I lifted my head, Taylor was right up in my face. “You can’t lie to me…Chad! Your mom is a sexy little slut that was made for fucking. And tonight is your lucky night. I like to share my toys, and I’m willing to share her with you. Would you like that?”

Taylor quickly stood up and bent my mother over in front of me. She gripped my mom’s ass cheeks forcefully and spread them apart revealing her glistening pink lips. “Wouldn’t you like to play inside of this?” she teased with a playful squeal.

My mother hissed again with pleasure as Taylor then pulled her hair back and got close to her ear, “Look at your son’s hard cock, Cheryl. You want to be impaled by it? Don’t you; you little slut?” Taylor accused.

Mom panting uncontrollably side-eyed my cock but refuse to answer. Taylor pulled on my mom’s hair harder while staring me dead in the eye, “Answer my fucking question, slut!”

“YE – YESS!!” Mom yelled with a hint of pleasure in her voice.

“Yes what, Cheryl?”

“I – I want that hard cock inside of me!”

I sat frozen in my chair in disbelief about what I was witnessing. My mother openly confessed she wanted my cock inside of her! I didn’t want to admit it, but my cock was pulsating as I watched Taylor treat my mother like a common whore, I wanted to be inside of her too. Her pussy was so soaked it needed me.

Whattttt the fuck am I saying?!

Something struck me about Taylor’s demeanor. Gone was the perky, bubbly personality I loved. This creature standing before me, orchestrating all of this while grinning at me menacingly, was a predatory monster. With them both standing in front of me it dawned on me that both my mom and Taylor had similar builds.

Cheryl Lincoln, my mom, stands about five-foot-five, with dark brown hair, brown eyes, B-cup breasts with a perky butt. Comparable to Abigail Spencer.

“Don’t tell me!” Taylor tugged on my mom’s hair. “Tell him!”

Now my mom’s face was guided back around by her hair and placed directly in front of mine. It was all in her eyes as she stared at me – wanton lust.

“Chad – please baby.” Mom ogled down at my cock then back up at me with yearning. “I need to feel it inside of me.”

This can’t be happening. This must be a dream. There is no other way to explain what is going on. Wake up Chad!

My adrenaline surges so fast through me I think my heart is about to explode. I shut my eyes tight and feverishly shake my head. “No Mom! Please – please stop. You don’t mean what you’re saying.”

The sudden feeling of warmth over my cock had me open my eyes immediately. Mom was now on her knees in front of me with her mouth hovering around my manhood, breathing it in. Her lips were so close but not touching.

“Are you sure you don’t want your mom to wrap her lips around that big…hard…cock?” Taylor teased imitating a schoolgirl’s voice. “Say yes. You know you want her to.”

Taylor ordered my mother not to move a muscle as she came behind my ear. “I think you’ve been lusting after your mom for a long time now. Isn’t that right Chad?”

“Fuck you!” I shouted while trying again to break free from the cuffs.

“Fuck me?” she scoffed. “All this time you’ve been fucking me all you REALLY wanted to do was put that stiff cock in mommy.”

One second passed. Two seconds passed. Three seconds passed. I stared at her with unblinking eyes like shards of ice wanted to shoot from them to stab her in the heart. Taylor gave me a devious grin.

“You know I’m right.” She put her tongue in my ear and continued, “Your mom and I could pass as sisters. And – you know what they say?”

I stayed silent, side-eyeing her.

“They say every boy’s first crush is their mom, and by the looks of it your mom wants to give you what you want.”

Taylor turned my head back towards my mom. She was still kneeling over my dick, but now streams of warm saliva were dripping and coating the entire shaft. The pure sight of what I was witnessing made my cock harder than it has EVER been.

“Give in, Chad. Tell mommy to suck that cock! She wants it. You want it. TELL HER.”

Mom looked up at me and I was lost in her dreamy brown eyes as they watered, her mouth hovering over my dick, she was awaiting my command. No sooner without any authority, my body took over. In an instant, the cuffs around my wrists were gone. While caressing the sides of her face and us continuing gazing into each other’s eyes, I slowly lifted my hips up. Mom cried out in joy as my cock gently entered further inside her warm wet mouth.

She knew I had given in to my hunger.

Both her lips and tongue worked expertly alongside my manhood. I closed my eyes once again taking in the pleasure she was providing. Mom started to pick up the pace taking more and more of me inside her warm wet mouth. Her moans and groans becoming louder and louder. While furiously sucking my cock, more saliva slivered out her mouth as she abruptly stuck her tongue out sliding it along my shaft.

“Looky here.” Taylor’s voice slowly drew out the words and woke me out of my state of bliss. She was right next to mom holding a fistful of mom’s hair.

“Chad likes mommy moaning and groaning on his cock!”

I didn’t respond. All I could focus on was the feeling mom’s mouth provided around my cock and her head bobbing up and down in front of me. That’s when it happened! While mom was on the downward motion Taylor held her mouth against my groin. “Hold your little boy’s cock in your fucking mouth, slut!”

Taylor’s attention was now focused on me. I was in trouble. She didn’t just look at me, it was as if her eyes were piercing into my soul. Knowing all my deep, istanbul Escort dark, hidden desires. Without a word she put her tongue in my mouth, kissing me deeply. The combination of our passionate kiss alongside mom’s deep cough and choking sounds around my cock as I could clearly feel stretching her throat sent me into a state of sensual intoxication.

Taylor broke the kiss and rested her forehead against mine. I couldn’t muster any words to say. My breathing was slow and shallow. I watched as she released the grip on mom’s head and that sweet guttural sound followed as mom quickly sprung from my cock. Taylor kissed her cheek then smothered my mom’s face with the contents that came out of her mouth.

“You’re such a good slut, Cheryl.” Taylor then turned to me with pride in her voice. “Isn’t your mom a good slut?”

Before answering I notice the look on mom’s face. With her face smeared with spit and puke, she had an inner happiness. Mom was giggling! Her smile was like it was bursting from within.

The pleasure of this moment was ripped away from me with our reflection from the mirror in front of us. At that moment I instantly felt regret.

What the hell are we doing? Who am I turning in to? This shouldn’t be happening! This can’t be happening!

My skin shuddered along with my cock deflating like a popped birthday balloon.

“I – I can’t do this.” I shake my head a couple times. “We – we can’t do this.”

“It’s ok baby. I want this.” Mom kissed the head of my cock. “You want this too.”

This is not what I wanted. I needed to get the hell out of here. I tried to rise from my chair, but a pair of hands rested on my shoulders pushing me back down in my seat. Taylor’s voice rang deep against my ear. Dark and disturbing.

“Shhh! Sit your ass back down!”

I was in disbelief. This is not the woman I know. Within moments Taylor stood in front of me. Her stare was uncomfortable. There was no life behind those eyes.

Taylor glared at me. “Where do you think you’re going?” She laughed and placed a hand on the back of my mom’s head.

“I – I can’t,” I hesitated, “do this anymore. Please stop.”

“Baby, it’s ok.” Mom came closer and wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my cock again causing it to stir. “Mommy will make it all better. I promise.”

Mom started to kiss it again. I shook my head repeatedly. “No…No… NOOOOO!!!!

———-

My dream or better yet nightmare ends suddenly as I feel someone nudging me at my side. I wake up like my alarm was buzzing and I was late for school. My heart was racing, and I could feel my body hot and dripping with sweat. I look around my room and let out an exasperated sigh.

Oh shit! Thank God! It was only a dream!

My brain was buzzing. It seemed so real. What time is it? How long have I been asleep? Do I really have the hots for mom? All these questions shot through my mind as I let out a loud yawn.

I’m instantly startled when I hear my mom’s voice, “Are you, ok, baby?”

Where in the hell did she come from?

She sat down next to me and caressed my sweat-soaked face. “I heard you screaming from the kitchen.”

I gave a half-hearted smile and let her know I was ok. “Just had a bad dream, mom.”

Even though I appreciate her gesture of coming to check on me, I’m still pretty pissed at her about last night.

I’m sure she picked up on the vibe that she was not my favorite person. “Ok honey.” She hesitated, closed her eyes, and put her head down. “You want any breakfast?”

My eyes take in my mom as she sits on my bed and instantly, I’m brought back to my dream. Memories were still vivid. The white tank top she wore left little to the imagination as her enlarged brown nipples were easily noticeable. I must have lingered at her breasts a bit too long. Her eyes were now open, and she followed where I was openly ogling.

“Ahem.” She got up from the bed, I could sense a little uncomfortably, and walked towards the door. “Breakfast is almost ready. Go get cleaned up and come to the kitchen.”

What in the hell is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind?

As I washed my face trying to scrub away the lustful images of my mom out from my head all the events of the previous night flooded over me. The party, the nonsense with Lisa, Danni, and Derek. Kimmie and me at the beach. And of course, Taylor and mom!

I really didn’t want to think about it anymore. Looking over at my bed I figured I could just crawl up under the covers and try to sleep the day away. No phone. No television. Just me and my pillows. No sooner as I was about to put my plan into action my dad calls out to me.

“Chad… Chad… get out here, son. We need to finish our talk from last night.”

This is sooo what I didn’t want to deal with this morning. Fuck my life. Ughhhh!

I was apprehensive, but not afraid as I walked into the kitchen. Dad was drinking a couple coffee while mom was making a breakfast plate for me.

“Have a seat, son,” dad requested with his eyes peering over his mug. “We have some things to discuss.”

The feeling in my gut said, “no…I really don’t want to,” but another in my head said, “yes, we need to clear the air.”

Mom gave me a warm smile and let me know she made me my favorite breakfast – blueberry pancakes with apple smoked bacon.

“Ok dad,” I replied walking past mom without making eye contact with her. I was fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m not going to beat around the bush,” he began, putting his mug on the table. “I’ve known about Taylor and your mom for some time now.”

We sat there talking. Dad, mom, and me. The conversation was littered with words I never thought would have been uttered between us. Polyamorous, open marriage, swinging. They held nothing back. I would ask a few questions, but I was mostly listening. They were doing most of the talking. I love mom and dad, but this was painfully awkward for me.

The story goes mom met Taylor around eight-months ago at a party of a mutual friend. The two of them hit it off instantly. The more time they spent with one another the more they got along. Eventually, their friendship turned into something sexual, but before it could mom had to run it by dad first. Dad was introduced to Taylor a few days later and became enamored by the beautiful young lady.

Dad said with a fond look, “There’s something about the way she smiles, a warmth, a kindness that lifts your spirits.”

Mom nodded her head in agreement. “You know honey I don’t make friends easily. But with her it was different.” My parents looked at each other then back at me. “She’s just – Taylor.”

I remember Taylor saying that exact same thing to me at the restaurant. Now I’m experiencing what she meant firsthand.

“We understand that this is an incredibly difficult situation for you. It is for all of us, but we’ll get through this as a family.” Mom tried to sound reassuring as she reached for my hand. “Last night you ran down the hallway so fast you didn’t give me a chance to explain.”

A heavy silence settled over me. With disbelief, my eyes shifted repeatedly from mom to dad. When you think your life can’t get any more fucked your parents tell you they enjoy having sex with other people.

My eyes widened in astonishment. “I – I” I began, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know what you guys want me to say. This… is… crazy.”

“The thing is,” said Dad, “your Mom and I both know this is a lot to take in right now. Especially after all you went through this past summer. We just want to be transparent with you. Lay it all out there.”

And there it is. The truth. Honesty. All I ever wanted. I wasn’t too happy or thrilled about how I found out about this, but I appreciated them even more for treating me like an adult.

While they continued talking my mind wandered. These last few months have been one hell of a ride! I thought back to when I was alone at the beach. Would I really change anything? If I were being completely honest with myself, this has been the most fun I’ve ever had in my entire life. The good and the bad. My life before this summer was kind of boring. Now, look at me. A total man-whore. Drama that you only see in stupid reality shows. I couldn’t help giving a slight chuckle.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard mom. “Chad, honey. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, mom. I’m good.”

“Oh, ok. I was calling out to you a couple times and you must have been in deep thought.”

I looked at them both, smiling with content. “Yeah, just thinking about everything that’s happened and the upcoming school year.” They seemed satisfied with my answer.

Mom moved towards my seat, giving me a huge hug and kiss. “We love you.”

Dad gave me a pat on the shoulder with a head nod.

Over the years my parents have said they’ve loved me. I’ve never been deprived of that, but this time it feels different. This has little more oomph to it.

This was a pleasant surprise. When this morning began, I would’ve never guessed it was going to turn out like this. It’s still unbelievably weird, but not terrible.

Just as I was enjoying the delicious pancakes the weird day got a little bit weirder when dad asked while sipping his coffee, “So son – tell us about you and Taylor.”

I almost choked on my pancake.

Another fine mess we’ve gotten ourselves into, Chad.

Author’s Post Note:

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. This latest installment is not long-form like my previous works, but I wanted to try my hand at a shorter story. Please feel free to leave comments, good or bad. Like my other stories, you guys know I respond rather quickly to your thoughts. There is no timetable for when part 6 will come out, but it will be coming.

For a brief coming attraction of Part 6: The start of Junior year. Chad taking on a new endeavor. Tanya goes out for the part of Aaron Burr in the school play of Hamilton. Joe talks with Kimmie about starting a relationship. How does Kimmie feel? How does it affect Chad? Nate talks Chad into ditching school for an incredible day off to take his mind off his troubles. Halloween surprises!

Lastly, I must give a personal shout-out to mfan2112. Without his help in proofreading and going over sentence structure this would not have been possible. He has made me a better writer. Thank you so much.

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