Part 3: The women around Max stand no chance.
Big thanks to neuroparenthetical for helping edit my story.
Chapter 7
Throughout the night, my mother was plagued by vivid dreams of a strong coupling by someone she wished wasn't there. She wasn't the only one who was having a hard time sleeping. My sister, Liz, also couldn't escape the erotic dreams that plagued her mind. As for me, I had a great night's sleep, with a warm, soft, feminine body pressed right up against mine. Rayna was the perfect woman, for my perfect dreams.
While I was still sleeping the morning away, both women woke up looking worse for wear. My sister decided to go out for a run,, trying to dispel those lingering erotic thoughts from her head. My mother, while she did have a house showing that Saturday, it wasn't until after one. Normally in her free time, she would just lounge around, and catch up on some sleep, but with the erotic dreams she'd been having, sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. Still restless from the night, but not wanting to go back to sleep, she only had one option left: coffee.
She begrudgingly slipped out of her warm, plush bed and shuffled her way to the kitchen. Along the way she passed by my door, and noticed that it was open. Curiosity getting the better of her sleep-deprived brain, she poked her head through the door to see if my mystery girl was still there. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, Rayna had slipped out of my room after Liz had left the house.
Mom was somewhat glad to see me alone in my room, though. She was about to leave, but she stopped to notice the changes to my body. She couldn't help but marvel at my new and improved features: my chiseled pecs; my strong, toned biceps; and my well-defined abs. She couldn't help but compare them to my father's.
One of the things not a lot of people know about my family was that my sister and I come from different fathers. It wasn't like my mother was a slut. Liz's biological father, Jonah, was killed in a plane crash before she was even born. It was due to faulty maintenance, and the airline company was sued for negligence and wrongful death. Because of that, plus the child on the way, my mother received a hefty sum: nearly 20 million dollars' worth.. Add the life insurance policy Jonah had, and my mother had become - and remained - a very well-off woman. I know because I'd helped her with her taxes in preparation for my accounting degree.
She had missed her husband though, who'd been her high school sweetheart. In an attempt to move on, she'd tried to go out and meet some people. That was how my father had come into the picture. I'd asked her more about him, and she'd admitted that it was simply a passionate love affair with someone who was just passing through town. After he'd left, she'd found out that she was pregnant with me.
She had tried to find him though - not for money, since she could comfortably raise two children on her own, but to let him know that he had a son. Unfortunately, he'd been an incredibly hard man to find, mainly due to the fact that she'd only known his name: Maxim Miller. She'd named me after him, just so I might have some sort of connection to him. Still though, no matter how hard she'd tried, she couldn't find him. After a while she gave up. She'd never really dated after my dad, or at least she'd never brought men over to our house. One part of me wanted her to date, but I guess a selfish part wanted her all to myself. Still it, made me wonder if she still had feelings for him.
As my mother stared at me, still thinking about my father, she couldn't help but wonder what else I'd inherited from him. She had said that I had his sandy brown hair, his exact same jawline, and his deep hazel eyes; both my mother and sister sport light brown eyes. That morning, curiosity overwhelmed her, so she began her journey down south. While I was still asleep, my body began to react to my mother's wandering eyes as her gaze drifted lower, then lower still until she spotted movement. My cock, which had shrunken down to its now-default state of eight inches, began to rise. It grew right before my mother's eyes and responded to her desire. Throughout my entire existence, my mother has been keeping a secret - a secret that not even her closest friends or family knew about her. My mother, Cinthia Carter, was a
bona fide
size queen. It was evident when she saw the outline of my cock, standing twelve-and-a-half inches tall, and girthy as all hell. My mother, losing all sense and reason, lifted the sheets just to confirm what she thought she was looking at.
"My god. He's huge, even bigger than his father," my mother whispered with almost a moan. She had an overwhelming urge to wrap her lips around my cock; she wondered how it would feel to have her lips spread around my hardened shaft. Then she wondered what it would feel like stretching her down below - having her organs being rearranged by my goliath. In complete absentmindness, she began to reach out for my cock. Before she could grab it, though, I shifted in my bed, which in turn broke the spell. Then, faster than the wind, she quickly let go of the sheets and made a beeline for the door.
"What the fuck are you doing? He's your son. He's your boy. Your big strong boy, Your big strong throbbing boy," she ranted to herself. The size of my cock was burned into her memory. Shaking that thought from her head, She shook her head and slapped herself in the face, desperately trying to forget what she'd seen.
"Coffee. I need coffee," she spat out, hurrying to the kitchen. As she approached the kitchen, the sound of sizzling bacon filled her ears. My mother found it strange. I was still asleep, and Liz refused to do anything domestic. When she turned around the corner, all she could do was blink in surprise as she caught sight of a very shapely redhead in my Star Wars T-shirt. Rayna sensed my mother's presence and turned around to greet my her with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Ms. Carter. I hope you don't mind, but I made a little something for all of us," she said as she waved to the small buffet of breakfast food.
"Thank you," my mother said, unsure what to do. Rayna was one step ahead.
"Coffee?"
"Oh yes please," my mother responded as she watched Rayna pour a fresh cup for her. After letting the coffee rest in her hands, my mother finally gathered her wits. "So you must be Max's new girlfriend. Am I right?"
"Oh yes, my apologies. My name is Rayna, and as you can guess, I'm Max's lover."
My mom nearly choked at that. "Oh well. Have you and my Maxxie been together long?" she asked, trying to calm down - trying not to think about Rayna bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Not long, but I must say your son is one of a kind. I am sorry for spending the night without telling you, since it is your house and all. I hope that making you breakfast might make a better impression." Rayna smiled, knowing that if she wanted to stay with me then she needed to sway my mother.
"Oh, you didn't have to do that. My son is twenty-one. I would expect him to have a girl in his life right about now," my mother explained.
"Ya. Well anyway, I don't usually spend the night, but... let's just say, your son has excellent stamina if you know what I mean." Rayna winked at her, knowing full well that my mother did.
"Oh, well, I hope he was a gentleman about it,'' my mother said, slightly embarrassed by the conversation.
"Oh he was... and then he wasn't, in the best way possible." Rayna smiled dreamily at the ceiling. Then she looked back at my mother. "Sorry. I know mothers tend to not talk about their sons' sex lives."
"Ya... well, you seem better than what my daughter brings over," my mom said, trying to change the subject. She told herself it was because the conversation was inappropriate, but really, she was just trying to stop imagining what my cock looked like.
