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The Cat and the Willow
By grrl9
www.grrl9.deviantart.com)
Chapter I.
It had been a long day and all I wanted to do was fuck. This was good for
two reasons, one: because it relieved the stress of the world, and two:
because it gave me a few extra dollars.
I'm not a prostitute. Those whores stay on the street because they're not
smart enough to be in the big leagues like I am.
So when I got home and was ready to start getting down to business, fate
seemed to cast a wrench in my plans. My son, Jared, was sitting on the
couch watching TV. He was scrawny with shaggy unkempt hair and pale skin
from not going out much during the day. I heard that in Japan they call
these kinds of people hikikomoris or shut-ins. I'm not versed in Japanese
culture, but I do hear a lot about it these days from clients who are
obsessed with that part of the world. Being good at what you do means
being able to listen and learn about anything beneficial. And since he
was home when I was that meant that he had lost his job--again.
My first reaction was to shove him out, but my motherly instincts kicked
in and I asked about his day. Apparently the boss he worked for was
"mentally abusing" him. His words, not mine. When I pressed him about it,
Jared went silent. This is where my business side and my motherly side
collided. I reached into my purse and gave Jared a twenty dollar bill. He
looked at me and then I told him to go see a movie. It would lighten his
spirits and get him out of the house long enough for me to relieve myself
and to earn a few extra dollars.
Jared accepted and I walked him to the door. From there I saw him walk
towards the movie theater. When I figured he was far enough away, I
closed the door and made the arrangements with one of my best clients who
happened to be free that evening. I knew I didn't have long so I rushed
about getting ready.
A quick shower, followed by straightening my hair, and just enough makeup
to enhance my features. As I was slipping on the negligee and
straightening my panties, I heard the door downstairs close. Even after
twenty years of doing this, that part always scared me. Holding my hand
on the dresser by the door, I peeked downstairs which was in full view
from my bedroom. (It was one of the reasons I got the townhouse.) Arnie
was standing by the door and looked up at me. When he saw me peeking, he
smiled and waved.
Arnie and I have been doing all sorts of sexual things since mine and his
teenage years. He came from money, and knew it, but he had a good head on
his shoulders. Good as he can be for being an adulterer. At least that's
how he would be labeled if this got out to the press. Arnie kept a
private life that no one to this day knows about except a select few. The
names of which I can say on one hand, myself included. His wife, Roberta,
and his son, Orson, are none the wiser. They both have their own lives to
look after, which Arnie knew about.
"Are you ready for me?" Arnie spoke, his voice was smooth and made me
envy Roberta. She didn't know what she had.
The guy with a lot of money and thoughtful insight is rare, and Arnie
knows we could never be. It would cost too much just to keep things
simple, and in this day, everyone needs to be aware of their finances. So
we just stuck to the good fucking.
"Come on up," I replied, stepping away from the dresser and putting on
some of the perfume that I knew he loved.
A moment later, we were kissing and feeling our stressed covered bodies
melting away in the passion. Our tongues wrestling for dominance inside
each other's mouths. His hand, one on my neck, the other on my hip held
me in a tight embrace. My breasts were pressed against his chest and
looked like blobs of fat, which they essentially were. Arnie had
developed a way to make my breasts enormous, but without putting implants
in them. The back pains sucked, but it's true, men go crazy for big
boobs, so I write off the pain as a necessary business expense. Who
knows, when I retire from everything I might get a reduction and live in
peace.
Arnie helped me to the bed and helped me out of my panties that I had
just put on. His tongue knew all the folds of my vagina. Oh god, it was
so good. Only Arnie could make me orgasm in the first ten minutes of a
session. He rose up and kissed me again while I was still comprehending
what had just happened.
"How long until Jared comes home?" Arnie asked, laying me on the bed.
"He's gone to the movies so an hour or so."
"That'll be fine," he replied lifting the negligee and teasing my
nipples. (Another added feature to my enormous breasts, extra sensitive
nipples that I usually had to pad my bra so they wouldn't poke through.)
Arnie's hard dick was rubbing against my thigh. I reached down and saw
him twitch when my cold hands touched his huge piece.
"Already?" he joked.
"I've been thinking about it all day."
"As have I for you."
Arnie adjusted himself and shoved his dick inside of me. There wasn't any
way for me to get pregnant which actually scared some people into wearing
a condom sometimes. They don't want to be the "miracle" person who
impregnates me. Kind of hard to get pregnant when you don't have the
parts inside of you anymore. Jared was the only "miracle" I ever had, and
all that I ever needed.
Rolling over to my knees and sticking my ass out, Arnie began fucking me
from behind. The slapping of his skin to mine tingled every time with
something like a static shock running across my backside.
I'm not sure what made me look back, but when I did I saw Jared at the
doorway peeping in. At that same moment, Arnie looked to the door and saw
Jared whose face burned red. Jared dashed away.
Grabbing my robe and giving the spare one to Arnie we walked into Jared's
room. He was sitting on the bed, as if expecting us. His pants were
crumpled and he was trying, although failing, to hide his erection.
"I'm sorry," Jared said immediately.
A wave of emotions ran over me. I was embarrassed at him seeing me when I
was working. I was angry at him for watching me, and I realized that he
had been jacking off in the hallway. And finally I was curious as to why
he was there. Jared had never spied on me while I was doing business, at
least to my knowledge.
"I didn't mean to," Jared said pleadingly, "It just kind of happened."
"What just 'kind of happened?'" I said, anger rising in my voice.
"Calm down, now," Arnie said placing a soft hand on my shoulder, "My
guess would be a boy at his age, the fascination would revolve around
your chest."
Brushing his hand off, I turned to him and said, "Stop being cryptic. You
think he was staring at my tits?" Then I turned to Jared pulling the top
of my robe apart so he could see my jiggling breasts in the open, "You've
seen these your whole life. Why were you masturbating to them now? I'm
sure there are pictures around you could have used."
Jared looked at my breasts for not even a second, but the way he averted
his eyes was not of embarrassment. It was as if my breasts to him were
like a tile in the floor. Bad analogy, I know, but it was like something
normal to him that he never paid any attention to.
Instincts kicked in and Arnie got the same impression.
"Hey Jared," Arnie said, slowly lifting his robe to reveal his still
somewhat hard dick. Jared did what I had expected him to do with my
breasts. He stared for a moment too long, blushed, and looked away.
My son was gay and I didn't know about it. That thought hurt my motherly
side. I should have known about this. There's nothing wrong with guys
liking guys or girls liking girls, but this was something that could have
possibly made us closer. We had something else that we liked in common.
While my head was wrapping around this, Arnie stepped closer to Jared.
His dick was standing up straighter and Arnie had a glint in his eye.
Jared's eyes were shifty as if he didn't know where to look.
"Hey, Jared," Arnie said, "since you interrupted us, why don't you finish
what your mother started?"
Arnie's dick was inches away from Jared's face. Jared couldn't help but
look at the swollen member, his eyes wider than normal.
"Go ahead," Arnie ushered.
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