Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“See that? You just admitted it! You don’t have to go to New York tomorrow! You can send Ed or Roger; you’re going because you want to!”

“I care about my business!” He yelled, “You don’t complain about this house or the pool or Sean going to a good college!”

“Don’t give me that shit!” Mom came into view wearing the short black robe and my eyes widened when I saw it wasn’t tied, she was just holding it shut with one hand while pointing at dad with the other. “I work too and I make pretty good money and unlike you, I don’t sit behind a desk!”

“No, you shake your ass all night!” Dad told her, “You work because you like to show off and all those idiots drool over you.”

“At least someone does.” Mom grunted, “Work’s about the only time anyone pays attention to me.”

“Oh, here we go again!” Dad threw his hands in the air, “What the fuck Becky? Are you in heat? Those guys ogling you get you hot all the time?”

“I’m in heat because that five minutes a couple of nights a week isn’t enough for me?”

Dad didn’t answer and I bit back a laugh, mom had gotten him pretty good on that one.

“Well you know there’s ways we could do it again.” He grunted, “But you won’t…”

“Won’t what? Be your fluffer? I have to suck it to get it hard?” she laughed, “When was the last time you used your lips to do anything except kiss your clients asses.”

“Shhh!” Dad waved at my door.

“Oh please he’s always got those damn headphones on.” Mom laughed harshly, “Not that there’s anything he’d be embarrassed to hear.” She snapped her fingers, “Then again some of my toys are pretty loud.”

“Becky how much did you drink?” he demanded, “That’s why you’re over reacting, you’re drunk and you’re acting like a slut and…”

“A slut?” I winced as her voice rose; Dad might be riding the couch for awhile after this one.

“Yes, slut I come home and you’re on the bed with your tits hanging out at seven o clock and…”

“Didn’t know there was a time limit on sex, then again I do have to pencil myself in for those five minute adventures.”

“Enough Becky, I can’t believe you’re pissed about me not wanting to screw around right when I got…”

“I’m pissed because I took tonight off for nothing and then you tell me you’re going away for the fucking weekend” She shouted. “One night a week I ask from you! That’s too much I guess, well seeing you have no desire to sleep with me you can go stay at your precious office and get your own ass to the fucking airport tomorrow!”

“Fine!” Dad waved his hand disgustedly, “I’ll be back on Tuesday and you and I are going to have a long fucking talk about…”

Mom started to turn, but instead grabbed her robe and opened it, flashing her amazing tits. “And take a good look because it’s going to a long past Tuesday before you get another look at them!”

Mom closed her robe and walked back into her room, slamming the door. I heard the lock click and dad sighed, picked up his bag and walked towards the living room. I closed the door and went back to bed, the image of my mother’s tits once again burned into my mind. I lay down and looked at the headphones. It wasn’t like I’d be hearing anything else from my parents tonight that was for sure. It was only nine, but it had been a long week and I was beat.

I kicked my jeans off and now in just my boxers, pulled the sheet up. I closed my eyes and just as it had earlier my imagination ran wild, thinking of mom’s tits and her long legs and round ass. I felt my cock begin to swell and deliberately crossed my arms, keeping my hands from straying to my cock.

I sighed and as I drifted off told myself all those weird thoughts about mom would be forgotten. Mom had accidently flashed me and then rambled a little while she was drunk and upset, that was all. After tonight there would be no reason to think of her that way.

*****

I jumped at the sound of a knock and sitting up rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was just after eleven. The soft knock came again followed by my door opening and mom poking her head in, “Sean, you awake?”

“I am now.” I said, “You okay?”

“Can I come in and talk to you?”

“Sure.” I sat up; making sure the sheet was over my waist before I leaned over and turned on the lamp. Then watched as mom close the door and walked over to my desk.

I saw she was wearing that short robe again, but as my eyes found her legs I noticed she was walking unsteadily. Mom grabbed the chair from my desk and wheeling it over to the bed sat down next to it, facing me.

She gave me a silly smile and I noticed two things, one how wide and glossy her eyes were and two, that her mascara had run and those wide eyes were red and swollen.

“You okay, mom?” I asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” She nodded, “Better now and who knows, maybe even better after we talk.”

“I hope so.” I told her, “If I can make you feel better you let me know how.”

“Really? Hmmm,” she purred softly and crossed her legs.

I watched one lush thigh drape over the other and could see a lot of soft creamy flesh leading up inside the robe. I quickly looked back up at her and felt a stab of dismay when she met my eyes then made a show of looking down at her legs and back to me, telling me she’d seen me.

“Is my robe making you uncomfortable?”

“Um, no.” I lied, “Just kind of short I guess.”

“Not as short as what you saw me in earlier.” She pointed out.

“So you and dad went at it pretty hard.” I changed the subject.

“Yeah and not in the good way.” She shrugged, “He came home, said he wasn’t in the mood just yet so we sat and talked for a little while. I was hoping he would relax and we could have some fun, but then he tells me he’s leaving until Tuesday. I… I just lost it. He wanted me to give him a ride at three am so I told him just go stay at the damn airport hotel. I’m not his personal assistant.

She looked down and I saw her lip trembling, “He just doesn’t seem to want me anymore. All he cares about is work.”

“I’m sure he loves you mom.”

“I think he does and I love him too, but I need more than a couple of quickies a week.” She gave me a sad smile, “I know that’s more than you want to hear, but we’ve always been able to talk about things.”

“No, I get it.” I shrugged, “I’m in the same boat I guess, but like you said, maybe for me it’s just about making a choice.” I sighed, “I’m thinking of trying to talk to Kelly about it one more time. Just ask her to try and if she’s really stubborn about it I guess I have to look at it that she doesn’t really want to me make me happy enough to at least make an effort.”

“Good idea.” Mom agreed, “But not in bed, do it over dinner somewhere that way you don’t have her on the spot.”

“Yeah and if she doesn’t, then I don’t know, Kelly’s really great except for that.”

“And your dad is a good guy. God knows he’s a hard worker and great provider and I know he’s loyal and he’s a good father.” She looked down at her legs, “Just not a very good lover so I guess we have something in common.”

“I guess.” I replied, unsure what else to add.

‘”More than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well frankly speaking,” Mom stopped and giggled. The sound of that giggle along with her eyes told me she had been back into the wine and I prepared myself for what she would come out with. “Your dad doesn’t like to lick pussy.”

“Mom!” So much for being prepared.

“Look, you can tell me Kelly doesn’t suck cock, I can say that.”

“But I didn’t say it like that.”

“Because you’re talking like a kid not a grown up and I want you to…” she paused and looked me in the eye, “I need you to be an adult for this conversation, Sean, you’ll see why soon.”

“Sure, but talking dirty in front of my mom isn’t something even an adult should do.”

“You might have to get over that.” She gave me that weird smile again.

“What do you mean?”

“Here’s the thing Sean. Back to what I said about your father, he doesn’t like going down on me or his girlfriends before me. He used to do it, but because I would keep asking then after a few years of half assed efforts he finally gave me the line we’re married that’s for teenagers whatever.” She pointed down between her legs, “He hasn’t licked my pussy in over five years.”

“Okay, mom, I think…”

“But expects me to keep sucking his cock.” She continued, ignoring my protests. “And for a long time I did because I enjoy giving head, I love everything about it so would still suck him off.”

“Mom, really.” I rubbed my temples which were beginning to throb and they weren’t the only thing throbbing, my cock was once again up at my mother discussing blow jobs and sex in her little robe.

“But I finally told him, you get what you give, so he wants my lips around his cock he better get to licking so…” she grunted disgustedly “We’ve had nothing, but straight sex for quite a long time now.”

“Sorry to hear that.” I said, “What about counseling?”

“Like he would go, I can’t get him to come home early never mind go to an appointment and he’ll say its bullshit anyway so not only does my pussy not get any attention, but I lose out on swallowing a…”

“Mom I get it!” I put my hands up, “Please, you’re really making me uncomfortable.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good” she said softly, “Sometimes uncomfortable can be good.”

“I think you’re drunk.” I blurted out.

“I know I am. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you my idea.”

“What idea?”

“I started to tell you earlier, I watch porn a lot when I’m alone which is most of the time and a couple of weeks ago I watched this hot little movie about a guy and a girl like us.”

“What do you mean like us?” I narrowed my eyes; not liking where this might be going.

“It was about two people who were happily married except their partner’s wouldn’t go down on them. They decided to.., become suck buddies.”

“Suck buddies.” I repeated, “What the hell does that have to do with me and you?”