Thank you to mo573john for editing this chapter.
In the past few days, my main focus has been trying to figure out what is going on with me. It was something that occupied most of my mind really. The powers I'd inherited from my father, realising that this was a hereditary link. I combed through many of my family photo albums. Amazingly, I could find tons of pictures of mom and her sister Susan. Tons of them with their parents, their cousins and so on. I had a great understanding of my mom's side, Dad's side was shrouded in mystery, most of the men who I saw with him worked for or with him.
There were a couple of wedding pics, and even then. Those only had more of his associates. One picture from that wedding, however, I noticed a man with strikingly similar features to me and my dad. He had our piercing eyes, while my hair was brown. All our hair grew the same, and more so it was the way our jaws curved. This guy was related to me, but how. In the picture it's just him and my dad in suits, standing in front of a strip club. Was it the bachelor party? Maybe it is my uncle? But no, I don't remember dad mentioning a brother.
I gave up and came to my mother, she was making my favourite meal. Part of our new Friday tradition, this was going to be an interesting night.
"Mom, who's this?"
Mom looked at it, a quick glance really.
"That's your Grandpa, Davy Clark."
Once I heard the name, I connected the dots. I remembered my grandpa somewhat fondly. He showed up to a couple of family gatherings. He always came draped in women, and even though he was well older than dad he looked like his brother. I even wondered if he aged or if he really was some immortal man. I thought about how I used to idolise him, as some sort of Casanova.
"Um do you know where I can find him?"
"Yeah... he lives somewhere on the west side. I'll send you the address once I find one of the letters he sent."
"Okay thanks mom." I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which earned a cute smile. I was about to see more of her as she made my meal. It had been exactly 2 months since we had that sexual encounter. For the first two weeks after, we sort of pretended it never happened. The event with Susan killed that, and mom could not be denied anymore.
Now Friday night is dedicated to her, where she'll make my favourite meal like she did on my birthday.
Then she'll take a shower and dress up in lingerie before coming to my bedroom. There, she'll play one of two roles, the first is the wanton whore who needs a good fucking from her son. The other, a seductive temptress who is going to milk her son's dick of all his cum before giving him a taste of her creamy pussy.
This role was up to her, she often alternated so I didn't know what was coming. I knew though that we were going to do something steamy tonight. I could sense mom's lust; it was as intoxicating as the food she was cooking. Once I got the information I needed from her, I went to the lounge and watched some crime dramas. Not long after, mom placed my pie on the table and asked me to eat up. Just like fateful night, I ate the whole thing. My hunger was not limited to women, mom watched, in awe, as I scarfed it down.
"You certainly have an appetite, is that why you've grown so much recently."
It was true, I'd undergone a second growth spurt. Mom probably noticed a long time ago; this was just her first time mentioning it. I finished my meal and stopped mom from collecting the plates, I took them to the kitchen and insisted on doing the dishes.
"You're such a sweetie, I'll make sure you get an extra special reward later."
Mom left me in the kitchen and went to take her inevitable shower. I didn't take long to wash the plates; it was just the two of us. Once I was done, I made my way to my room. Making sure to lock the doors and turn off the lights in the lounge. I'd not usually done these things; it's just I had lots of energy. I rarely got tired or felt lazy. My addiction to sex was enough to satiate all these things.
I sat on my desk and texted my friends, Jake was going to come get the bike in the morning. We needed to finalise a time. It made me wonder what college girls are like, one thing that I thought about is that they probably do anal or other crazy sexual acts. I lay back on my chair and started imagining my future varsity life, the number of coed targets that will likely be present in that environment.
"Hun..." My mom was here, in her robe. Slightly see through, evident by the visible red corset lingerie.
"I'm here..." She announced as she crept in, her warm smile breaking me out of my imagination. Mom was elegant, confident, not clumsy at all. I watched her sway her hips towards me, making my eyes gravitate towards her bouncy butt. Her lace panties were also visible, and they got my mind thinking about her pussy. I reminisced about how it felt inside her warm wet pussy, the intense and passionate way she fucked me.
"I was just daydreaming," I blurted out.
"No need to daydream anymore, sweetie, your dream is right here."
Mom pulled me out of my chair and onto the bed, she sat down next to me.
"You've been a really good boy recently, so I think mommy needs to take care of you."
I could never protest that; I had a slight preference for temptress mommy. This version fit our usual relationship better, I could never be rough with my mom. I knew I was a momma's boy, it was still my natural state. Mom perhaps preferred more dominant men, but I could tell she got a kick out of being in control.
"Come here baby." Mom moved closer and put her hands in my pants, she licked my neck then gave me her iconically warm and soft kisses. Her hands fished my dick out of my pants and started stroking gently.
"You like mommy playing with your dick, baby."
"Yes mom." I said, breathless from the attention she gave me.
I loved this treatment, I felt at peace. Mom knew her way around my dick, she eased her hands to my balls and rubbed them a bit. Gave them a good squeeze, then returned her hands to my shaft.
"Is this what you were dreaming about, mommy touching that big dick of yours. For someone so well-behaved you have naughty thoughts don't you. You like being milked by mommy don't you, your dick is so hard in my palm."
Mom was trying to coach an orgasm out of me, it was working. I was her prey tonight. She slowly used her other hand to undo her robe to reveal the beautiful body and outfit underneath. Mom then grabbed my hand and placed it on her breasts.
"Don't focus on yourself, honey, touch mommy's breasts."
I did as she asked, feeling her soft skin and supple tits. It was a new experience, touching mom's body for pleasure. Not because we loved each other as mother and son, but because we had primal desires. We coveted each other's flesh, our carnal base instincts ignoring our otherwise more emotional relationship.
Mom licked my neck as I touched her, she whispered sweet nothings into my ear as I did so.
