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DESCRIPTION: Tabitha cares for her best friend's son almost as much as she cares for her son. When Durrell walks in on his mother having sex- and he is thrown out of his home- Tabitha hatches a plan to save the relationship between Durrell and his mother. After all, what better woman to do this, than a woman who has been making love to her own son? EXCERPT: I simply took off my shirt, tossing it onto the bathroom sink, and I pulled down my sweat pants. I hadn't been dressed to go anywhere today, but that didn't matter to the eighteen year old man in my shower. As I took off my bra and panties, tossing them into the pile, I noticed that his gaze met mine. My mature forty-two year old body, with the imperfections that I always seemed to find when I looked in the mirror, was enticing to the eighteen year old whom stood in my shower stroking his hard dick. I pulled back the shower curtain, and my eyes looked him over. He was young, so hard and so fit- from his chiseled chest and muscular limbs, to his smooth hairless stomach, down to the stiff nine inch cock that stuck out from between his legs. He smiled at me, as he confirmed that I knew what was turning him on. He was a MILF crazy teenager, and I was the older mature mom that he wanted to plow with his hard young tool. I closed my eyes, and my mouth leaned up, our lips meeting. He took me in his strong arms, wrapping himself around my mature body, pulling me upwards. His kiss told me that this time was not going to be slow, it was not going to be romantic or stilted in the physical expression between us- he was ready to take me, take me with the bravado of a conquering general, and I was ready to be taken. Yes, Durrell, stick that hard young dick in my pussy! His hands reached underneath my ample, rounded ass, gripping hold of me like a vise, as his tongue probed my mouth. He wanted me, wanted me more than anything right now, and I wanted him too. He lifted me up, raising my entire body into the water-filled air, and pushed me into the cool wet tile of the shower wall. I groaned as he drove his cock upwards, into me; he was thick and meaty, and while he wasn't my favorite cock, he came a close second. My pussy stretched to accommodate his fullness. It had been too long since Durrell had fucked me, and my body quivered as he drove himself fully inside of me. It may have only been days since Destin had been inside of me, but all my pussy knew was that it was time to get fucked again, and Durrell had both the equipment and experience to get it done right. “Fuck,” Durrell grunted, and my lips brushed the side of his face, finding his ear, as he moved himself deep inside of me, “Fuck.” “Yes,” I agreed, “Fuck me, Durrell, fuck me!” “Fuck,” Durrell responded. The tile of the bathroom wall was hard against my back, and I was going to have marks from my flesh being pressed into it, but I did not care. I just wanted his seed inside of me, and if I was black and blue in the morning, it did not matter. “You still want this pussy?” I teased. “Yes, mom,” Durrell said, in his lust, losing track of where he was and whom he was with! I had known it all along- Durrell hadn't just wanted me, or wanted Karen, or even his aunt- he had wanted his mother.
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by Madame Gallivant
Published by Lot’s Cave
The Catcher In The Den No.7
In A Related Matter, © 2018, Madame Gallivant
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
In A Related Matter
“So that's your decision,” Andrew said, “And it's final?”
“Yeah, dad,” Destin said, “I think it's the best choice.”
“Well, I guess you could do worse,” Andrew said, “When do you plan on leaving?”
“The semester starts in August, but I was thinking of going down there next week,” Destin said,
“Aunt Barbara told me if I wanted to get a job, then I should get to town before everyone else starts pouring in.”
“I see,” Andrew said, “Are you sure that working right now is the best idea? Your tuition is covered, and as long as you keep your grades up, then I will keep paying your car insurance and your cellphone. You don't have any rent as long as you stay at Barbara's, you know.”
“I know that dad,” Destin said, “I still want to work. I don't want to be broke all the time.”
“Hmm,” Andrew said, “College classwork isn't as easy as high school work. I don't want you taking on more than you can handle. If you don't get good grades, then college will take a lot longer than four years.”
I wasn't happy that my son was planning on leaving home already. The summer had just started, and I had been hoping that he would be here until August- but he was an adult, and he had the right to make his own decisions.
Even if they didn't include me.
Thinking like that was being selfish. I couldn't hold on to him forever, as much as I wanted to, so this day had been coming ever since he was born. That said, now that it was almost here, I wasn't very happy about it.
“What about Durrell- is he going to Alabama, or has he decided to go somewhere else?” Andrew asked.
I knew that Andrew wasn't really interested in the future of our son's best friend, and he thought a separation between the two was long overdue. However, maybe if Durrell was staying here in Murfreesboro, then Destin wouldn't be so anxious to get on the road.
“He is taking the semester off,” Destin said, “He told me that the college said he hadn’t gotten his application filled out in time.”
The idea of taking a semester off between high school and college was a trap that ensnared many young adults. While some did eventually go back to school, in many cases life got in the way, and a semester off turned into a lifetime of menial jobs. Durrell especially was at risk- his grades weren't the best, and with the economic hardships of his family, if he didn't go to school now there was a good chance that he never would.
I didn't want to worry about Durrell- I had enough difficulties in dealing with the departure of Destin, and the emptiness of my house (and my body) that would result. I sat at the table, quietly, as I listened to my husband and son discuss what was going to happen next. I wanted to interject, but I was afraid that I would somehow allow my own base desires to interfere with the progress of my son's life.
“That might be good for him, but not for you,” Andrew said, “I haven't really wanted to say this, but it's time that you and Durrell start going your own ways. You are both adults now, and while it's okay to have friends, as an adult you need to be able to take care of yourself first.”
“How many friends do you have?” Destin asked, cutting his father with the same type of verbal blade he had just been slashed with.
Andrew may not have seen that his son had struck back, but I did.
“I don't,” Andrew said, quickly, “Well, not anyone that I have really talked to in a long time.”
“Don't you think that's weird?” Destin said, pressing his father, “Not having friends?”
“Destin, I don't need friends,” Andrew said, “I have a good job, a nice home, and a wife and family. That's all a man really needs.”
“Sounds boring to me,” Destin said.
Where was he going with this?
“Life isn't about excitement, Destin,” Andrew said, “It is about doing what you need to do to have a good life.”
“Well, sure, dad, but that seems boring,” Destin said, “What is the point of just paying the bills and going to work- so you can drop dead at seventy five?”
“Me paying the bills is why you are debating between colleges, not between which fast food place to work for,” Andrew struck back, “Me paying the bills is why you don't have a bunch of rotted teeth in your mouth like some people, and why you have a car. You will see that people who spend their twenties doing whatever they want, are losers at thirty five. So you either accept that life is about discipline, or you end up working at a factory and stacking boxes for ten dollars an hour.”
“I just don't see a point to it all,” Destin said, “If all you do is work, and pay the bills, so that you can keep working, than it seems pointless.”
Destin was so right, more than he realized.
I had always done what was expected of me, and here I was, bored out of my mind, and looking forward into a future where all my children were gone and my days consisted of sitting around an empty house. The one thing that I had been doing outside of these expectations- the sexual activity between myself and my son, and his best friend- to relieve this dull ache inside of me, was about to be ending.
“I think a job might be just what you need,” Andrew said, “Then you can see how much life sucks when you don't go to college. I can try and explain it to you all day long, but maybe you just need to find out for yourself.”
“You went to college, and you still have to work,” Destin argued back.
“I have to work, but I have a career, not a job,” Andrew retorted, “Without an education, all a person has is a lifetime of barely making it by. I have to work a lot, but because I have worked hard, I don't ever have to worry about the future.”
“That wasn't very nice of you,” I said to my husband, as we lay in bed.
Another boring night ahead of us, where Andrew drifted off to sleep and I lay in the dark, thinking about the young man two doors down who knew exactly what I needed.
“I wasn't trying to be mean,” Andrew said, “I know, sometimes I can be a little too blunt, but that is the problem with these kids now. They don't get that life isn't just about having fun.”
“Andrew, maybe Destin has a point,” I said, carefully, “You do work all the time. All you do is work. You don't really have any friends, and what is the point if this is all your life is?”
“Tabitha, now you sound like a child,” Andrew said, dismissively, “Look, I bought him the car and encouraged him to go out and have some fun before high school was over, didn't I?”
You also paid for him to have a high end prostitute- well, little do you know how that exactly worked out!
“Yes,” I said, “You did. And that was nice of you. But what about you- about us- are we just supposed to drift for the next twenty years, while you keep working and I sit in this house bored out of my mind?”
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