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DESCRIPTION: Before committing to a college, Destin decides to explore some campuses. Who better than to explore the options with than his sexy mother and his best friend? Exploration can lead to some unexpected complications, and this sexy road trip results in a little more than expected! EXCERPT: I was in some town north of Nashville, in a run down area. I passed gas stations and a motel, then I started coming to a district of what looked like abandoned factories and warehouses. Pulling into a side road that said “Dead End,” I had found what I was looking for. Mommy needs a drink, a drink of hot young cum. “What are you doing?” Destin asked, and I laughed; I pulled the car around a turn in the road, in front of an old industrial gate that said “For Sale Or Lease.” “Get out,” I ordered, “You too, Durrell, get out.” The boys, never seeing me so dominant, did not bother to argue; they seemed to be worried- what exactly was I going to do with them now? I got out of the car, and I said, “Come over to this side, that's right.” “What the hell?” Durrell said, “Are we in trouble?” “Come here, stand here,” I said, having Destin stand on my left, and Durrell on my right. I knelt down in front of them, between them, and my left hand grabbed the zipper of my son, as my right hand grabbed the zipper of Durrell's jeans; opening them both, their two young cocks stuck out of the front of their pants, pointing directly at me like angry beacons. They had been fighting the urge to burst, and they were so swollen that the heads of their pricks were nearly purple. Mommy's going to take care of that. Looking at Destin, I grabbed his cock, and I opened my lips, finally tasting my son; he was better than I had expected, salty yet sweet, with the familiar rubber texture that I longed for. I licked once, then twice, around the glans, and as he grunted, I reluctantly released him. Turning to Durrell, I took him into my mouth in turn again. I pleasured him for just a few seconds, just enough to tease him, but not enough to make him cum. He grunted as I stopped. I'm sucking two cocks, in broad daylight, on the side of the road. “Oh fuck,” Destin exclaimed as I switched back to him. This time, I took a little more of his massive pole in my mouth, going a little past the head and down the shaft. As I sucked my son, my right hand gripped Durrell, and I pulled him closer to me, so that he was standing side by side with his best friend. I sucked my son for a moment, and then I switched again, this time to Durrell. I was going to blow them both, I was going to gulp the seed I had been craving, and nobody was going to stop me. As I switched back to Destin, I had an idea; these cocks were huge, and put together they would be nothing short of monstrous, but what if I sucked them both at the same time? “I want you both in my mouth,” I said, letting my son go, “At the same time.”
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by Madame Gallivant
Published by Lot’s Cave
The Catcher In The Den No.3
Exploring Options, © 2018, Madame Gallivant
Cover by Lot’s Cave
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
“I can't decide,” Destin said, throwing his hands up in frustration; he rarely displayed any anger, and this was as mad as I had seen him in a long time.
“You're going to have to,” Andrew said, trying to calm him down, “Life is about making decisions.”
“I know that dad, but I'm just confused,” Destin argued, “They both seem like really good colleges, and I don't even know what I want to do yet.”
“So why don't you just go to school here?” Andrew said, for about the thousandth time.
Destin's grades were good enough that he could get into a first tier public university, or a second tier private university. As far as academics were concerned, my son did have options available.
As far as finances were concerned, that was another story; we were too rich for him to be able to get any financial aid (other than loans), but we could not afford for him to go to a college that would cost as much as a new car every semester. His grades may have qualified him for all but the most elite of institutions, but they were not good enough to get him a scholarship at the type of schools he wanted to go to.
Andrew wanted him to go locally; part of that was because the local university was a lot cheaper, especially since Destin could live at home and go to class every day. Part of that was because Andrew and myself had both went to college there, and while neither one of us was a big sports fan, Andrew did have school pride.
Unfortunately, the college has gone down in quality as the enrollment of it has grown; while it nearly makes up half the city, the academic standards have decayed as it has worked it's way to becoming the largest (by enrollment) university in the state.
I did not want to get in the middle of this argument; I wanted my son to get the best education possible, no matter what it cost us, as that would help him make his own way in the world.
I also wanted him to be nearby, so when we got the chance, I could still fuck him; this was of course selfish and greedy of me, but the maternal instincts I had sometimes clashed with the feminine instincts I had towards him. I was nearly as mixed up over it as he was, so the best course of action for me was to remain aloof from the debate.
If he chose to stay here, to be close to me, then I wanted him to make that choice; I didn't want him to think that my own selfish needs over-rode the right he had to his own future.
“Bridget got to go to Kentucky,” Destin said, “Maybe I want to try somewhere new.”
“You aren't missing anything in Kentucky,” Andrew said, “Tennessee is a lot better place to live.”
“So I should go to Knoxville, then?” Destin argued back.
“No,” Andrew said.
Like most boosters of our local university, Andrew was no supporter of the university in Knoxville; the very fact that more people in this town wore orange than blue seemed to annoy him!
“So what do you think, Tabitha?” Andrew asked me, as we lay in bed.
“About what?” I said, “Destin?”
“Yes,” he said, “You haven't really been saying much about it.”
“I think he should make his own decisions,” I said, which was true; though I still hoped that decision ended up being that he stayed at home- at least for another four years.
“We can't afford for him to go to college out of state,” Andrew said.
“Some of the colleges aren't that expensive,” I said.
“The cheap ones, well, they are just as good as what we have right here,” Andrew said.
“Hey, I went to college out of state,” I reminded him, “I think all kids want to get out from under their parents when they are eighteen.”
Even if their mother didn't want to get out from under them!
“I don't think he's ready to be out on his own like that,” Andrew said.
“Why not? He's responsible,” I argued back, “He has been responsible with the car, and he hasn't been missing classes or getting into trouble.”
Except for the fact he has been fucking me.
“I know that,” Andrew said, “But in some ways, he is still very young, even for his age. He hasn't had a job, and the last time he was away from home he called in one day, wanting to come back.”
Ah, the summer camp fiasco.
Destin had begged his dad for a year to go to astronaut camp in Florida, and after he was finally there, he wanted to come home the next day. Andrew had never forgotten that, apparently, and was still bitter that he had spent a couple thousand dollars for a two week experience that was never refunded.
“That was a long time ago,” I reasoned, “Look, what if he takes a trip?”
“A trip?” Andrew asked.
“Yes, a trip,” I said, “Maybe if he can see the campuses for himself, not as part of some tour, but just on his own, then he would be able to make a more informed decision.”
“So you think we should just let him cut loose on his own for a week, then?” Andrew asked, incredulously, “Really?”
“He wouldn't even know what to look for,” Andrew added, “Sure, he could find the restaurants and the bars and the girls, but how would he know what a good library looks like?”
Andrew did have a point; before I went to college, I had no idea what this city looked like. When I had first arrived, I was shocked to find that Nashville was actually too far away for a person without a car. Destin had the car, of course, but the little details of life might escape him.
“What if you go with him?” I said, “Make it a father-son trip?”
“You know it's tax season,” he said, “I can't go anywhere.”
“I could take him,” I suggested, with no hint of ulterior motives.
Though a week away from the house could present a lot of possibilities.
“I suppose you could,” Andrew said, “That might actually be a good idea, but what kind of eighteen year old boy wants to take a road trip with his mother?”
The type of eighteen year old boy who is fucking his mother!
“So your dad and me were talking,” I said over split pea soup, “And we were thinking, would you like to take a trip to go see some of the campuses?”
“A trip?” Destin asked.
“Yes, a trip,” I said, “You could get to see some of these schools in real life. Maybe that would help you decide.”
“That sounds great!” he said, “Me and Durrell-”
“No, Destin, just you,” Andrew said, “This isn't for Durrell.”
“Come on, dad,” Destin said, sounding very young- it was amazing how he could perform like a full grown man, yet still had so many boyish qualities, “Durrell's my best friend.”
“Well is Durrell going to college?” Andrew asked.
“Actually, he might be going to Kentucky,” Destin said.
“I thought you hated Kentucky,” Andrew said, “You always make fun of Bridget for going there!”
“Dad, you hate Kentucky, not me,” Destin laughed, “But yeah, so Durrell said he might be going to Kentucky, so I'm thinking about applying there.”
Andrew was not amused; he still thought that Destin spent way too much time with his best friend. Now that Destin was talking about going to the same college as Durrell, I could tell Andrew was about to spit up his soup.
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