Mafia Desire (Erotica)

I could honestly say I’d never had a sexual thought about her, but did acknowledge the fact she was a damn attractive woman. Especially now, sitting there in that simple robe, her long legs exposed and the black robe a sexy contrast to her white skin. Sexy? I frowned at that last part. Sure technically she was hot, but she was mom.

“So why are you home?” Mom cut into my thoughts. “You’re usually not home until after seven, that’s why I figured it was safe to expose myself in the hallway.”

“Oh, well…” I waved my hand, “We called it quits early, Kelly…”

“Did you guys have a fight?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because honey, an eighteen year old boy doesn’t ever pass up on as much sex as he can get.” She grunted, “Wonder if your father remembers those days?”Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Yeah,” I admitted, “We kind of got into it.”

“Seems that’s happened a lot lately.” She patted the bed, “Come talk to me about it.”

“No, that’s okay, it was just a stupid fight, and I’ll call her tomorrow and straighten it out.”

“Seriously, Sean.” She patted the bed again, “We used to talk about everything, tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help. You know, give you the woman’s side of things.”

“What about dad? You said he was due home anytime now.”

“In about fifteen minutes I’ll get a text, not a call, but a text that something came up and he’ll be home whenever.” She looked away from me, but not before I saw a hurt in her blue eyes. “I knew I should have just gone to work.”

She put out a couple of the candles and poured her glass back up to the top. I watched her take a long swallow.

“Hey watch out you’ll be sleeping in an hour.” I joked.

“At least something will make me feel good tonight.” She pointed at the other glass, “Want some?”

“No thanks.” I remained silent and watched her sip at the wine before saying, “Mom how come dad doesn’t want to… spend any time home, or with you?”

“I asked you about Kelly and you didn’t answer, why should I?”

“Well because me and Kelly are just dating, you guys are married and, well you know, I guess I’m just a little worried.”

“Don’t be honey. I’m too loyal to go anywhere and your father would have to stop working long enough to notice another woman.”

“I didn’t mean that, I just want to see you happy that’s all. You’re a beautiful woman, mom.” I laughed, “I can tell you none of my friends would have minded seeing you like that.”

“Great, Mrs. Robinson here I come.” She sighed, then asked, “You mean it?”

“What, that you’re beautiful? Absolutely!” I told her. “Hot too for, you know, my mom.”

“Really?” she looked up at me with a strange look on her face, “You think I’m hot?”

“I… well no! I mean, yeah…” I stopped, wondering what the hell I was trying to say and also more than a little disturbed by the fact I was having a hard time not looking at her legs and recalling that brief glimpse of her topless. “I…”

“That’s a firm answer.” Mom rolled her eyes.

“Well you’re my mom.” I paused then said, “Okay, put it this way. If I saw you and you weren’t my mother I would think, Damn.”

“Damn?”

“Damn fine, yes.” I told her, “But you are my mom so… you know.” I rolled my eyes this time, “None of this sounds right. I don’t think it’s a good conversation.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, then gave me a lopsided smile and when her eyes met mine I saw how glossy they were, the wine was catching up with her. “So if you saw me from the neck down the way I came out of the bedroom what would you think?”

“Mom!” I was honestly taken aback. “I… I’m not going to think about that.” That was a lie the second she said it I pictured her impressive tits and those pink nipples.

“You’re right.” She blushed, “Sorry, I guess I was fishing for a compliment, been a long time since your father’s given me one at least about my body.”

“Well you should…”

“Sean, sit and talk to me.” She looked up at me with a sad look in her eyes. “I… I need to think about something besides my problems, tell me about you and Kelly.” When I hesitated, she pushed her lips out into a pout, “Please? Come talk to your mom?”

Mom widened her blue eyes and batted her blonde lashes and with a dramatic sigh I went over to the bed and sat next to her.

“So,” she slipped her arm around my shoulders, “What’s going on with you and that cute little girl of yours?”

“Um…” When Mom lifted her arm to put around me, her robe opened partway and I found myself staring at the side of her left breast. I could see pretty far down and marveled at how large mom’s boobs were compared to Kelly’s perky little tits.

“Um?” Mom prodded.

“Yeah,” I removed my eyes from mom’s chest and forced those weird thoughts from my head, “We had a fight over something stupid.”

“Most fights are stupid.” She told me sipping the wine, “You fight about this stupid thing before?”

“Yeah a few times.”

“Okay, well, see now it’s not a stupid thing. What are you fighting about?”

“It’s…” I trailed off partly because it was awkward, but also because mom had crossed her legs. The robe rose exposing her thigh. I let my gaze work down her leg to her bare foot with her bright red toe nails.

I felt my face getting warm and made an effort to not glance at her chest again.

“You okay, hon?” Mom asked, “You’re flushed.”

“Warm in here.” I lied.

“A little, too many candles. So what are you guys arguing over?”

“I don’t really want to…”

“Uh-oh sex.” She grinned.

“I… yeah sort of.” I admitted.

“Okay, well what about it? She doesn’t like it?”

“No, she does.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I do, but…”

“But what?” Mom looked at me expectantly.

“Look, mom, it’s… I really don’t think I can talk to you about it.”

“Why not, I have sex, okay,” she sighed and sipped more wine, “I used to.”

“It’s different, mom, I…” I stopped when her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

With a smirk on her face, she picked it up, looked at it and then held it up to me. I leaned forward and saw it was a text from dad.

“Becky, sorry I’m not there. Paul’s client just changed his entire testimony and I’m helping him with the new deposition, I’ll be home soon I promise.”

“Like clockwork.” She put the phone down. “Looks like me, the rest of the wine and some batteries tonight. I can’t believe I blew off the best night of the week to get blown off.” She grunted “And he wonders why he doesn’t get blown off.”

I sat there surprised at the way she was talking and kept my mind from following up with any visuals of sex toys or what mom’s crack about a blow job would conjure up. The latter was a losing battle as my eyes focused on her full sensual lips, the ones Tim had referred to as blow job lips.

“Sorry mom.” I spoke to get my mind off of her mouth. “Well, you guys are still going out tomorrow night, right?”

“Yeah, dinner during which he’ll be glued to his phone then back here so he can go to bed by nine. Anyway, seeing I’m a lost cause, let’s help you, what’s the issue with you guys?”

“I… Kelly won’t…” I stopped unable to say it.

“Won’t… put out?”

“Sex she’s okay with, well she’s really shy about talking dirty and… you know being a little dirty.”

“She’s eighteen you guys are each other’s first so you grow as you go, she’ll get into being a bad girl.”

“You think?”

“I guess.” She giggled, “I always liked being a bad girl. So that’s it, she doesn’t like to talk dirty?”

“No she won’t…” I paused and when mom shrugged I added, “You know.”

“I… don’t know.” She rolled her eyes.

“She doesn’t want it in…”

“Back there?” she widened her eyes, “I don’t blame her, at least not at her age, jeez Sean that’s…”

“No!” I exclaimed, “Not… that. She won’t.” Knowing I couldn’t say it, I touched my lips with my fingers.

Mom looked at me and I felt like an idiot, but she nodded and said, “She won’t suck your cock.”

“I…” I blinked at how bluntly she’d said it. “Jeez Mom.”

“Jeez Sean.” She mimicked me, “I’ve told you before honey, you’re eighteen not eight, I’d like to think we can talk as adults.”

“Yeah, but… hearing my mom talk about…”

“Talk about what?” she winked, “Sucking cock, giving head, blow jobs?” she laughed at the look on my face. “Hate to tell you Sean, but I’ve had some experience with the topic.”

“TMI.” I said even though her saying the phrase sucking cock echoed in my mind. “Not something I should talk about with my mother, it’s kind of…”

“Well I’m not talking about sucking yours.” She waved her hand, “We’re having an adult conversation, not a mother son talk.”

“Sucking…” I trailed off and watched her kill the glass of wine. Her face was red and her blue eyes wide and glossy. I hoped she didn’t go for more because who the hell knew what she would come out with.

Mom put the glass down and to my relief put her hands in her lap. I looked at her red nails and imagined her slender fingers around a cock, stroking it as her full lips lowered and her mouth opened to… Jesus! You’d think I’d been the one drinking.

“So let’s figure this out.” Mom said unaware of the fact I’d never finished my sentence. “What happened when she tried it?”

“Nothing, she never tried.”

“She…” Mom turned sideways on the bed to face me, “She’s never tried?”

“Nope.”

“Then how does she know she won’t like it?”

“That’s what I keep asking!” I put my hands in the air. “If she tried and for some reason didn’t it would be different. She’s… she thinks it’s dirty.”