Maing Her Happy

The neon lights of the bowling alley shone brightly overhead, casting a colorful glow over the polished lanes. Music played in the background over the sound of pins crashing and people laughing. This was supposed to be the scene of a fun evening, but a young boy named Steve had other plans.

Steve lined up his shot, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. He threw his ball forcefully, sending it straight into the gutter. That was undoubtedly on purpose.

"Ugh, this is stupid!" he vented.

"You'll get it next time," Caleb said lightly.

Caleb could see Karen, his girlfriend and this boy's mother, from the corner of his eye. She looked anxious to say the least.

"Why don't you take a shot?" Steve said sharply.

Hoping to keep Karen calm, Caleb ignored the unfriendly tone and picked up his ball. He bowled a respectable spare, which only annoyed the frowning boy further.

"Wow, look at you. You probably think you're so cool, showing off for my mom."

Those words tested Karen's patience.

"Steve," she said as gently as she could, "that's enough."

"What? I was just joking. Don't be such a Karen, Mom!"

Karen's face fell, her expression a look of hurt.

"I need a minute," she said, rising from her seat and heading to the washroom.

Caleb watched her go, his chest heavy at the sight of her slumped shoulders and hanging head. She looked totally defeated. Steve, meanwhile, looked smug in his chair. Caleb held his breath, then decided to speak.

"You know," Caleb said, "how you talk to your mom makes her really upset. She's trying real hard."

Steve snorted, "What do you know?"

"I know your mom would do anything for you, so, I think she deserves better than the way you treat her."

Steve turned his face away towards the pins, "Whatever. You're not my dad. No one is."

"You're right. I'm not," Caleb agreed, "But I care about your mom so I want to see her happy. Can you give me a hand?"

Steve looked Caleb in the eye, "No, I can't. I don't want to see her happy. I don't want to see you happy either."

Caleb was both surprised and not surprised. He hoped maybe Steve could back down, but now knew it was foolish to think he could make a difference with his words. Steve was simply defiant - a malicious boy. No more 'mister nice guy', Caleb thought to himself.

"Alright!" Caleb said firmly, turning his nose up, "Be that way. I don't need your help. I'll make your mom happy and I will be happy. She and I will be happy on our own."

~~~

Caleb pulled up to the curb in front of Karen's house. He turned the engine off and walked Karen up the steps. Once she unlocked the front door, Steve burst in without a word. Karen sighed.

"Thanks for tonight," Karen said softly, "and...sorry."

"No problem, Babe," He kissed Karen's lips, "I'll see you soon."

Caleb drove around the block and pulled up to a convenience store. He checked the time on his phone before heading inside to pick up a few things. Once he paid the cashier, he sat back in his car and checked the time again. He opened a bag of chips and munched away. Once he was through with the chips, he started chewing on a few sour candies.

Caleb appeared in no rush at all. He looked out the driver side window, just gazing into the quiet night. The convenience store parking lot was nearly empty now. He reclined his chair and leaned back. The traffic lights a few meters away cast red, green, and yellow light against the ceiling of his car. He lost track of how many times they cycled.

When Caleb sat up again, he was the only car left in the parking lot. He checked the time on his phone once more, and nodded.

"You put Steve to bed yet?" Caleb texted.

He waited, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. His phone buzzed.

"Thanks for checking in. Yes, he's in bed."

That was his cue.

"I'm coming," he wrote.

Caleb started his car and drove off, making his way back to Karen's house. Along the way his phone buzzed a few more times. He could only assume they were from Karen, wondering what he was on about. He pulled up to the curb just as before and took out his phone.

"Come to the door. I'm here," he texted.

The front door clicked as it unlocked. Karen poked her head outside.

"What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" she whispered.

Caleb gently pushed inside and closed the door behind him.

"Yes, something's wrong," he said quietly as he pulled Karen into his chest, "You were unhappy and that's not right."

Karen covered her mouth with a hand to muffle her giggles as Caleb planted kisses on her neck.

"Oh, I'm alright, Babe," she said.

Karen felt Caleb's hands trace her waist, caress the small of her back, and gently massage her backside. She knew what Caleb was looking for, and his touches raised her interest for the same too. They had been dating for some time now, and though she had thought about taking things further, the timing never seemed to work out. Between Steve's constant presence and the demands of everyday life, it was hard to find the right moment. Even now, Steve was in his room just down the hall.

Karen tipped her head toward the hallway, her voice regretful, "Steve's here."

"I know," Caleb said, "But he's asleep. Sleeping kids can't hear a thing, trust me."

Karen raised an eyebrow, "Oh, so you're an expert on kids?"

"I might know a thing or two about kids, but I'm far better at...something else," Caleb retorted while still planting kisses where he could.

Karen tipped her head back, taking a slow breath. The warmth of his kisses and the way his hands roamed all over her were undeniably tempting.

"You know," Caleb said slowly, "Steve wasn't wrong earlier."

"Oh...yeah?" Karen whimpered, with her eyes shut as she enjoyed Caleb's foreplay.

"I was showing off for his mom...hoping she'd be impressed and...let me into those pants of hers."

Karen's lips parted softly, a breathy sigh escaped her.

"You're in."

Karen didn't have a lock on her bedroom door, but in their desperation, they had to accept that the flimsy door was their only shield of privacy. Caleb's restraints were off. He had been waiting for this for so long, probably since the moment he laid eyes on Karen almost a year ago. His mind replayed every stolen glance, every-almost moment. They kissed fiercely as their hands removed clothing in a flurry. As Caleb worked away at unhooking Karen's bra, he noticed her taking brief glances at the bedroom door.

"Having second thoughts?" Caleb teased. He knew she wasn't. He could sense her wanting was just as great as his.

"No," Karen answered, "Just making sure we're in the clear."

"It's OK, Babe," Caleb whispered reassuringly, "I'm gonna make sure you won't regret this."

Karen liked the sound of that. She reached behind her back, brushing Caleb's fumbling hands away. A quick flick, and her bra came undone, slipping down her arms before falling to the floor. At the sight of her breasts, something primal surged in Caleb's chest. He lunged forward, sending them both tumbling onto the bed.

Karen gasped as her back met the mattress, but she didn't resist. She let his hands roam wherever they liked. His palms skimmed her curves, drawn instinctively to her perky nipples. But his right hand soon had other, more mischievous plans. It drifted south, tracing the dip of her waist, grazing over her navel before settling at her hips. Then, impatiently, his fingers slipped beneath her thong.

"God, Caleb..."

The sound of his name on her breath sent a thrill through him. A smug thought crept into his mind - Steve had spent so much time making his mother's life difficult, always hovering, always interrupting, wearing that self-satisfied smirk when he claimed he didn't want to see her happy. And yet, here Caleb was - his two fingers buried inside her, her body bare beneath him. All of Steve's little efforts to get in the way, all his childish schemes, couldn't prevent this moment: his mother moaning, desperate for more of the pleasure Caleb was giving her.

"Caleb...I want you. Now."

Her words whipped him into immediate action. He pulled away Karen's thong and kicked off his own pants and briefs. The mattress dipped beneath their shifting bodies as he positioned himself between her legs.

The months that they had waited. He had fantasized it countless times - what Karen's insides would feel like, how she would react to his penetration. Now, nothing stood between them.

With a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, Caleb pushed into Karen.

Karen gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. For a moment, she went still. Her body tensed as she absorbed Caleb, adjusting to the sensation of being penetrated after having gone so long without. Then, as the initial tension melted, her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper.

Karen was the first to move, rolling her hips to chase the slick friction and the feeling of being filled. Caleb couldn't help but feel pleased about himself, realizing Karen wanted him this badly. She was allowed to take the lead, only for a moment.

In a flash, Caleb's instincts took over, his hips surging into motion, meeting her movements and then overtaking them entirely.

Caleb's pace quickened sharply. His thrusts grew longer and deeper, so much so that Karen almost lost her grip around his waist. She tightened her legs around him, clinging to his body.

A thought intruded on her pleasure. Peeking over Caleb's right shoulder, she checked the door. It was still shut. She strained to listen past their ragged breathing, past the rhythmic squishing of the mattress, past the sound of flesh against flesh, for any sign that Steve might be awake.

But then - oh.

A particular thrust stole the thought right from her mind. Something about the angle, the way Caleb hit just the right spot, made her turn her attention back to him.

Caleb's eagerness, his hunger, his raw lust was written all over his face. Poor thing, she thought. She had made him wait so long for this. And now, here he was, devouring every second of it. Oh, how good it felt to be wanted like this. To be craved. To see a man lose composure for you.

She couldn't hold back anymore. Karen met him thrust for thrust, her hips rolling in sync with his, making up for every night he was alone without her, and she without him.

The lovers pressed their foreheads together, breaths raspy and mingling together. Their mouths crashed together in kisses that were wet, messy, and starved, as if making up for every second they had been forced to wait.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, burning hot. They refused to stop thrusting. Hands grasped, clung, and pulled. Every pent-up desire, every frustrated longing poured into their mating.

"Caleb - ah! Caleb!"

Caleb groaned back into Karen's mouth, his hands tightening their grip on her waist. Her pussy was driving him wild, and the way her body responded to him, the way she whispered his name like a prayer, made his head spin.

He was about to come. But then, an image cut through his mind. Again, it was Steve's smug, infuriating face. That little punk, always in the way, always trying to keep his mother to himself. He didn't want his mother happy. He didn't want her satisfied.

Caleb wasn't about to let that kid win.

A dose of defiance was injected into him, prolonging his stamina. The mere image of Steve's smug face if he failed to make Karen come was unbearable and unacceptable. Any weakness vanished from Caleb and he became a bull.

Karen felt the repercussions of Caleb's renewed energy, which was very much to her liking.

"Now I'm really going to show off," Caleb grunted.

And he did.

Karen tightened her legs around Caleb's waist, believing she could flow with him. For a few fleeting seconds, she matched him, but the relentless intensity soon overpowered her. Her lower back faltered, unable to keep up. All she could do was clench and hold on.

Every now and then, when she could muster the strength, she managed to thrust back, but it was no use - he had completely taken control. And somehow, that perfect, toe-curling angle he had hit once before now became every thrust. Here she learned she did have a G-spot. Not only had Caleb found it, whether intentionally or by accident, and he was hammering it with scary precision.

"Hah... Caleb...!"

She wasn't just moaning anymore. Whining, whimpering, and pleading sounds spilled from her lips. Her head tilted back and her eyes slammed shut as her body shuddered from the overwhelming pleasure.

Caleb saw her expression in the midst of this thrusts. Her brows trembled. Her lips parted as if she were on the brink of tears, yet there was also a look of relief and release. It was like she had been holding something in for far too long, and now, finally, she was letting it all go.

Then he felt a warm, unmistakable rush seeping from her, dripping down between them. The realization sent a shiver up his spine. He began to slow his hips, thinking to let her enjoy her orgasm undisturbed. But just as the thought crossed his mind, Karen's legs tightened around him.

"Don't stop," she gasped.

Karen's words, in this state, were irresistible, like a spell binding him to her will. He obeyed without hesitation.

Caleb picked up right where he left off, driving into her with renewed vigor. The rush of moisture between them made everything slicker and smoother, each thrust gliding with ease.

He was still hitting that perfect spot, still wringing those desperate little sounds from her lips. Caleb gritted his teeth, holding on with everything he had. Every fiber of his being was bent on making Karen come again, and then again - however many times she needed, however many times her body could take it.

"Give it to me, Caleb. All of it."

Caleb could see that Karen was on the brink once again. It was also in that moment that he had a realization. The condoms. They were still in the plastic bag from the convenience store, untouched and forgotten in the heat of the moment. He hadn't put one on.

"Give me everything."

Whether she knew what had crossed his mind or not, it didn't matter. Not anymore.

Caleb's body tensed as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His eyes squeezed shut, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he gave in completely. Every ounce of pent-up desire, every moment he was aroused by her, all of it came ejaculating out in thick, violent bursts, flooding Karen's womb.

Karen cried out as another orgasm slammed into her, even stronger than the one before. Her body clenched around him, milking every last drop of his semen as the heat of his release sent her spiraling.

As Caleb's climax waned, his hazy gaze landed on Karen's face. In his dazed state, he couldn't quite put into words what her eyes, her cheeks, or her lips were doing, but one thing was certain. She was happy. He had made her happy.

As the last pulses of his ejaculation settled inside her, another intrusive thought appeared. Victory over Steve. That smug little brat had tried so hard to make him and Karen miserable, but Caleb had just screwed his mom raw and came inside her, and they were both happy.

With that final, wickedly satisfying thought, Caleb collapsed beside Karen. They held each other and drifted off to sleep.

~~~

Caleb was woken by the morning light first, the warmth of Karen's body still against him. It's a slow, lazy wake-up, until reality kicks in.

Karen mumbles something groggy, stretching against him, but then freezes. Steve.

"Shit," she breathes, sitting up too fast. Her hair is a mess, her skin feeling greasy from last night, and she's suddenly painfully aware that Caleb is still naked beside her.

The two scramble to get dressed as quietly as possible, swearing underneath their breaths. Just as they both finished getting dressed, a knock came at the bedroom door.

"Mom, I'm hungry," said Steve as he pushed the door open without an invitation to come in.

His eyes flick between Caleb, the messy sheets, and his mother's flustered expression.

"What the..."

"Oh, Honey. I called Caleb over...this morning to uh...help me move my dresser," Karen attempted.

Steve's eyes flicked around the scene of the bedroom again, like a detective taking in the clues at a crime scene.

"Oh my God," he muttered, almost to himself. Then, louder, with horror. "Oh my God. You fucked."

"Steve!" Karen gasped, her face going beet red.

Steve took a step back, like he needed physical distance from the horror of the realization, "You fucked! You fucked my mom!"

The distraught boy bolted out of the room, his footsteps pounding down the hall before he threw himself into his own room. The door slammed shut with a force that rattled the walls.

Then, through the silence, came the sound of muffled sobs.

Karen winced, pressing a hand to her forehead.

~~~

Karen followed Caleb to the front door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She leaned against the door frame.

"What am I going to say to him?" she sighed.

They stood there for a moment, neither moving. Caleb could still hear Steve's distant sobs. He had expected to feel triumphant, to revel in the thought of rubbing it in with a smug 'I fucked your mom' joke in his head. But hearing those cries? Any resentment he had melted away. Steve was just a kid. And Caleb? He was the adult.

Still, seeing Karen's tense shoulders and worried expression, he couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

"Well, you could tell him...Caleb was awesome. He made sure I finished - twice, not to mention."

Karen elbowed him in the chest, but he caught the way her lips twitched at the corner.

"We didn't use protection, but I consented."

She elbowed him again, harder this time, but now she was laughing with tears in her eyes.

"No, seriously," she said, her voice softening, "What the heck am I going to do?"

Caleb cleared his throat, then brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead before pressing a kiss there. Then, a softer one on her lips.

"He might not accept anything you say right now," he admitted, "but tell him this: Caleb makes me happy, and I make Caleb happy. Truly."

He hesitated just a second before adding, "And...that Caleb loves me. I love you."

Karen exhaled, her shoulders loosening as she gave him a small, grateful smile. She kissed him again, lingering this time.

"I love you, too."

"I had a great time last night," Caleb murmured, "I hope...even though Steve is, you know," he trailed off with a helpless chuckle, "I hope that we can...do that again."

Karen smirked, "Guess we'll have to put a lock on that door."

Caleb leaned in, stealing one last, lingering kiss.

"I'll call you later to see how things went," he said.

Karen nodded, watching Caleb go. From down the hall, she heard a sniffle. She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself. This was going to be a hard conversation with Steve, one of the hardest ones yet, but for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn't doing it alone.