With summer coming to an end and the start of my college years approaching, I started to worry about the future of my relationship with Karla. Say what you will about ambition and career-building, but the actual academic years ahead of me didn't seem to matter half as much as Karla herself.
I also worried about her son. What he might tell his father, to be more specific. The secret had been revealed and I hadn't even been able to stop fucking his mother until we had both orgasmed. At this point, I was fairly certain he was no longer my friend. If I'd made an enemy out of him, a possibility that felt very likely at that moment, then I had no doubts it would be up to Karla to prevent him from ratting us out.
I heard from Karla again in early September. It did feel like the last time I'd have a chance with her in a while. Late September, I would already be in college and out of town. The date was obvious, the means were not.
Whenever someone rang at my parents' door, my first thoughts had never been about Karla. In fact, expecting visitors for myself in my hometown was not a luxury I often enjoyed. This meant that words obviously failed me when I found her son downstairs, staring at the floor as soon as I opened the door.
"Oh," I managed to say.
This was it, I imagined. He'd come there to kick my ass. My friend and I were not too differently sized. I was a little taller, sure, but we were similarly built. It wouldn't be an impressive fight between two thin young men, but it would probably be even. Still, it didn't exactly feel unfair if he felt like throwing a few punches after what I'd done to his family. I gritted my teeth and braced myself for whatever was coming.
For some ten seconds, I stood there like an idiot, putting on my most stoic expression as I waited for the first blow to land. It never came. Instead, my friend slowly worked up the courage to look me in the eyes. In a very low tone, he slowly managed to spit out the words he'd come there to say:
"My mom wants you to come to our apartment."
The early breezes of autumn didn't let me hear what he'd said.
"Huh?"
He looked hurt by that. In retrospect, he must have felt like I'd done it on purpose to humiliate him further.
"My mom wants you to come visit her," he spoke louder this time. "Today."
I didn't really know how to react to that. Even now I have doubts about what to do in such a situation. Should I have thanked him? Should I have grinned and praised God? All I could bring myself to do was nod.
"
Oh
," I said again. "I'll... uh... leave soon, then."
I cringed internally as I said that. Part of me felt like asking if Karla wasn't recording our whole encounter in order to enjoy the awkwardness later. I didn't have the courage to speak that freely with my friend now, however.
"She asked that I bring you there..."
His voice was quick and low, but by now I was paying enough attention to catch what he said the first time around. My eyes widened as I interpreted the words. It was certainly in-character for Karla to do that. I gave my friend, shrunken in front of me, a long pitiful look. A performative thing. This kind of cruelty was just the reminder I needed that I wanted more of Karla and her wickedness.
There was no point denying that I wanted to fuck his mother. There was no point in sending him back the way he'd come without me, I figured. Either Karla would force him to wait me out or she would postpone our rendezvous until she could give her son the march of humiliation she had scheduled for that day.
"I... guess I can come along, then."
I made it a point to take small steps a short distance behind him. It must have made for a strange sight indeed. Given how often we'd walked side-by-side around town, anyone viewing that display must have found it a remarkable oddity.
Part of me entertained the thought of this being a trap of sorts. Not by Karla, but by her son. Would he go far enough to lure me into a beatdown? He certainly didn't have that many acquaintances that hated me enough. On the other hand, with Karla's genes in him, I wouldn't exactly be surprised to find some wickedness in him as well. Either way, I certainly felt like a chance to fuck Karla was not something I'd lightly pass up on. Certainly not because of my own paranoia either.
The silence was painful. I desperately wanted to break it yet could find no topic to do that with. Talking about his mother was obviously off-limits. His father wasn't even a person I'd ever discussed with him. Somehow, changing the subject from Karla felt even more embarrassing to me. Eventually, I worked up the courage to speak.
"I should have told you sooner," I mumbled.
My friend raised his head slightly. No doubt he'd heard me. I immediately started scrambling for something else to say.
"It probably wouldn't have done much good..." I spoke in an even lower tone.
My friend's walking pace sped up just a fraction. I wondered if he'd done it intentionally.
"Why'd you do it?"
I felt like that question was already unfair on multiple levels. There was no proper answer as to why I'd had sex with Karla.
Because I liked it. Because your mother is a crazed slut and she gives me the greatest sex I'll probably ever have. Because I'm an evil degenerate and I love her psychotic games.
"She is... very beautiful," I muttered weakly.
"My mom..." he started speaking, but then went silent.
It was enough, really. Those two words sounded accusatory enough on their own. I knew there was really little else to say as far as closure was concerned. Certainly not when I was on my way to keep fucking Karla.
"Yeah..." I simply nodded in agreement.
There were a few other times we tried to break the silence. My friend clearly wanted to ask me something, but his courage wasn't enough to formulate the question itself. I felt a strange mix of dread and relief when we finally reached his house. The grim expression on his face certainly didn't make me feel like the worst part was already over. Still, at this point I'd come to his house so often to fuck his mother that just arriving near it was enough to make me hard.
"Thank you," I said like an idiot.
My friend didn't even look like he wanted to figure out whether he should be offended by that or not. Instead, he hurried to open the door and lead the way into his house.
The time it took for us to take the elevator and for him to finally unlock his apartment's door felt like an eternity, and not just because of the awkwardness between us. No, I was also extremely eager to see what Karla had in store for us that day. It was quite the shock to me to find out I was fidgeting while he fumbled with his keys. Would I have had it in me to demand that he hurried up if he'd taken a bit longer?
I quickly forgot my friend just as I entered his house. Karla was lying sideways on the couch, wearing nothing but a thin pink robe on top of her underwear. Her son hadn't even closed the door before I was striding towards her to have a better look. She bit her lip as she rose from her seat. To my delight, she had chosen to let her red curls flow naturally that day. I adored whenever she let her hair be as wild as she was.
There was no way that piece of clothing had been made for her size. The robe was barely long enough to reach her thighs. The sleeves themselves went only as far has as her elbows. Needless to say, Karla's large breasts could never be hidden by something that small. Even with the robe tied on properly, her freckled tits would probably stand out. Luckily for me, Karla had made it a point of leaving the upper half of her robe open, all the way to her belly.
I grabbed her by the hips as soon as I reached her, taking the chance to enjoy those wicked eyes from up close. Her gaze burned into me, malicious and playful as it always was. When I pulled her closer to me to feel her breasts against my chest, she took the chance to bite me in the neck.
"Mmm!" she moaned as her teeth dug into my skin.
I sucked in some air as the pain started flowing in. My hands were quick to find a way past her tiny robe, happily fondling her ass while the biting continued. I couldn't help but grin once my fingers ran over her pussy above the panties she had on. Wet, as she always was. It was remarkable how horny Karla always seemed to be, even with so little foreplay. Just as I pushed a little through the cloth, her teeth let go of me. A whole new flavor of pain presented itself as the pressure of her bite was relieved.
"Aah..." I exhaled sharply. "I expected you to devour me a little more."
Karla's eyes betrayed an evil kind of happiness. Anticipation, even. Only a few days before, that expression would have been deeply concerning.
"You think that little bite was enough to satisfy me, Peter?"
It hadn't been a little bite. She'd bitten into my flesh so hard I was surprised she hadn't drawn blood. Not that it surprised me. Karla was never happy to just hurt someone a little bit.
