A Mother Returned

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Penelope leaned forward and pressed record on the screen that hovered in front of her. She put a prim smile on her face and straightened her bodice. She was sitting in the study, where she and her son had done naughty things just a few days before. It all seemed orderly and decorous now. Her husband would never know that they'd desecrated his workspace in the house.

He will know. A good wife shares with her husband. He'll know, because I'll tell him when he returns.

She frowned and stopped the recording.

"Ooowwwaaaa ... ooooowwwaaaa." She made some loud sounds, stretching out her mouth. Penelope shook out her gloved hands, trying to relieve the tension. It had been two days since she and Theodore had returned from the hospital. He had been in his room "investigating" her disappearance ever since, coming out only for meals. She hadn't ...

bonded

with him in that time. The good news was that meant her vagina was finally healing. It felt almost normal again. The bad news was that the sensorium could hardly take the edge off now that she knew how good the real thing was. "Oooowwwaaaaaa. A ... e ... i ... o ... uuuuuuuuuu." She was ready to make the message now. She hit record again, the prim smile returning to her dark lips.

"Hello, Victoria. I hope this message finds you well. I know you're working hard on your studies." Penelope paused for a breath. "I've been meaning to reach out since you and Teddy parted. I wanted to tell you that you are still a cherished friend of mine, and I ... um ... am grateful for everything you've given Teddy. He is ... very mature for his nineteen years, and I know I have you to thank for that ... in part." She tried not to wince. There would be no way for Victoria to know that one of the things Penelope was grateful for was her son's facility with oral sex. He had found his mother's clitoris right away in the aircar. She picked up one of her husband's papers and fanned her face with it. "Anyway, I'm sending some flowers with this message. With gratitude, I will remain your faithful friend." She turned off the recording.

"Well, that was the best of the lot." Penelope said to herself. She erased the other six failed messages and sent the final one to the flower company for delivery.

~~

"Hello, Freddie. Hello, Mom." Theodore walked into the kitchen and leaned on the wall.

"He has arisen." Winifred looked up from chopping carrots, greeting him with her mechanical smile.

"Oh ... hello, lambkin." Penelope felt her cheeks flush. She was suddenly hot and flustered. "You haven't made a social call in several days. It's good to see you." She tried to control her smile, but it went straight to a million watts. The spatula shook in her gloved hand, so she quickly put it down. "Do you need anything?"

"I want you to come to my room, Mom. I've been digging deep into the search without much to show for it. I need to relax." Theodore crossed his arms.

Why am I so sure she's going to say no?

Winifred's smile vanished. "Your mother and I wanted to talk to you about your father's actions at the hospital."

Theodore furrowed his brow in anger.

Penelope shook her head. "We can talk about that later, Winnie. Can't you see the boy needs his mother now?" She hurriedly removed her apron.

"I knew your abstinence was too good to last." Winifred glanced at her mistress and loudly sighed. "You

can

wait a few minutes before you go running to his bedroom like a smitten schoolgirl." Winifred kept her humans in the kitchen, laying out the logical explanation for why Felix must have done what he'd done when he doctored the video and didn't tell the rest of his family about it. "In summation, there will be lots to talk about when Felix returns, but I'm sure he did what he did to protect the Nisha reputation and his fragile wife."

"Sure, that's what I figured." Theodore shrugged. "Dad's a no-nonsense kind of guy. He did what he did to put this all behind us. He loves Mom no matter what. But I need to know what she did. And why she left. I'm not head over heels for her the way Dad is. I need to know I can trust her."

"You can trust me, Teddy." Penelope's eyes were wide and soulful. She nodded earnestly.

"I know you believe that, Mom. But I need to know for myself." He pushed off the wall and headed to the door. He stopped just outside the kitchen and looked back. "Are you coming? I need some help relaxing." He jogged back up the stairs.

"Yes, of course." Penelope held her bosom to keep it from bouncing wildly as she raced after him.

~~

A half-hour later, Penelope gulped down what seemed like gallons of her son's sperm. She was on her knees in the middle of his room as he stood before her with his underwear and trousers around his ankles. She was clothed other than her missing gloves, and her bare fingers were pressed into the cheeks of his ample butt.

There is so much! Has he not touched himself since our trip to the hospital? He must be so pent-up and frustrated. A good mother guzzles her son's sperm.

And that is just what she did.

"Mom ... aaaaahhhhhhhh ... Mmmooommmmmmm." Theodore gripped his mother's black hair, while his hips gave their last involuntary jerks. The wet, muffled sounds of her cum drinking filled the room. As she always did, she kept sucking long after he was dry. He pulled her hair until her mouth parted with his dick with a long string of spit and cum hanging between them. She looked up at him with dazed eyes. He smiled down at her.

"Wow ... wow ... that was intense." Penelope worked to catch her breath, staring up into his green eyes. "Do you feel ... more relaxed?" She finally released his butt and wiped the long strand of fluid from her mouth, severing their physical connection for the moment.

"Yes." Theodore nodded, stepped out of his trousers and underwear, and sat on his desk chair. His cock was still hard, standing at attention and bending to the right.

"So ... what do we do now?" Penelope's vagina was thrumming mightily, but she didn't know if he was satisfied or not. The rigidity of his penis said not, but still she was unsure.

A good mother shows interest in her son's pursuits.

"What has your investigation turned up?" Her heart wasn't pounding quite so fast anymore. She stood and clasped her bare hands in front of her. "Anything of interest?" How odd that she was trying to be prim and proper with a belly full of jism and her lascivious hands out in the open for her son to see. She stared at his penis. She could see it visibly pulsing with his elevated heartbeat. She shivered.

"I haven't found anything. You were clearly using a device to trick facial recognition. You should have shown up somewhere around the hospital. But I couldn't even find you using Winifred's AI contacts and my body language algorithms." Despite the bad news, he was grinning. He decided that she was clearly most beautiful with his cum on her chin, so like the last time, he didn't mention the mess on her face.

"We could wait for your father to get home and ask him what else he knows. He might know more about that ... horrible drug." Penelope frowned.

"Maybe. But Winifred was right. Dad wanted to bury this like a shameful secret. I want the opposite. I'm not sure I can trust him on this." Theodore took a deep breath. "It's a good thing he's not here. He might try to stop me."

"Yes, I was thinking the same." Penelope nodded. "I want you to know that I'm committed to you, lambkin. I'll help you with the search. I'll help you with ... anything." She realized she was still staring at his penis. "Would you like to touch yourself while we talk? It's still so hard. I could undress for you, and ... you could admire my body." Without waiting for his reply, she quickly disrobed. Soon, she was only wearing socks. She stood in the center of his room, her hands by her sides, watching his eyes rove hungrily over her body. "Go ahead. You can pleasure yourself while we talk."

"Gods ... Mom ... you're so beautiful ... it makes my heart hurt." Theodore grabbed his dick with both hands and jacked away.

"Awwwwww ... thank you." Her tummy did cartwheels.

The moment reminded Theodore of his screen sessions with Victoria. "You should touch yourself, too."

"Yes ... okay." Penelope lifted her left boob to her mouth and sucked on her nipple. She realized that they were supposed to be talking, so she spit it out again. Instead of breast play, she spread her legs where she was standing and reached a hand down to her gushing vagina. "I was thinking ... if cameras are a problem for us, we should go back and talk to witnesses around the hospital. Maybe ... see if I stayed in a local hotel. It might take a couple days, and we would ... uuuggghhhhh ... probably need to stay a night ... or two ... in one of those hotels ... ourselves." She pulled and massaged her netherlips.

"You ... uuuggghhhhh ... want to get us ... a hotel room?" Theodore's gaze drank in the way her tits wobbled with her movements.

"Just ... so we can investigate ... lambkin." Penelope's insides roiled. "You look ... so ... lewd ... touching yourself."

"I'm not ... going to stop." There was something about watching his mother without touching her that riled Theodore. If she had to go off-world, he wondered what their delayed video calls would look like.

They'd look a lot like this. Very different than my calls with Dad.

A smirk crossed his lips.

"I don't want ... you to stop. It's vulgar ... oohhhh ... but compelling." She spread her legs further and angled her hips up so he could see her vagina better. Rubbing her clit sent sparks of ecstasy running through her body. "How do I look? Did you ever think you'd see your mother ... uuugghhhh ... pleasure herself?"

"Once we fucked ... I thought there was a good ... chance I'd see you ... diddle yourself." He saw her smile at that, but that quickly faded from her face. Her expression became one of rapt concentration.

Mother and son masturbated and stared at each other with thirst in their eyes for a long while. Penelope was just coming down from her third orgasm when Theodore finally spoke.

"Time to get a condom." He was close and wanted to hump her before he came.

"I'm ... still sore." Penelope's whole body was trembling. "Let's wait ... I'll make our next time special. I promise." She didn't expect him to say yes. She was ready to go get a condom.

"Fine. We'll wait." Theodore pumped his cock faster. "But I want you ... uuugghhhhhh ... to drink it."

"Yes ... yes ... I want to." Penelope continued her masturbation.

"Now ... Mom. Get your ass ... over here. I'm about ... to cum." If he wasn't on the edge of an orgasm, he would have laughed watching the fright and eagerness on her face as she stumbled over to him and dropped to her knees. He listened to her gulp down everything he had to offer. It seemed that he'd developed two obsessions: both had to do with his mother. One was investigating her disappearance. The other was sex. The latter obsession pushed the former out of his mind. At least for the moment.

~~

Theodore spent hours picking out hotels, restaurants, and other places near the hospital worth investigating in person. He traded a night of sleep for a list of solid leads. They left in the aircar the next morning, and he napped on the flight.

Penelope sat with her son's head in her lap and his body sprawled out on the seat next to her. She listened to his slow, even breathing, stroking his thick hair with her bare fingers. She wanted to feel his penis again, but didn't want to wake him. It took all the willpower she could muster not to reach under his trousers. Instead, she turned her gaze outside the window, watching farmland pass. She thought about what they might find near the hospital.

How did obscura get into my system? Would I really take a recreational drug?

The answer she came up with was that she'd probably done it to herself.

Why would I do such a thing? Why would I leave the perfect family?

Was her family perfect? Maybe not. She was engaged in an affair with her son, behind her loving husband's back. It would not be easy to make that right when Felix returned.

Maybe it isn't the perfect family, but it's made up of me, Winnie, Cora, and two perfect men. A good mother and wife takes care of her men.

Such thinking usually calmed her, but she felt herself perspiring as she thought of what she would finally say to her husband.

It wasn't easy being alone with her troubled thoughts. But she was glad her son was getting his rest. When they arrived, she woke up Theodore, and they dropped their bags off at the Piedra Negra Hotel. Then, Theodore straightened his tie, Penelope carefully pinned her hat, and they set out to walk the streets.

They stopped at hotel after hotel. They visited bars and restaurants. They came up empty. Nobody said they recognized her. They walked for hours. Nobody in the city recognized her. It was in the evening and they were at the front desk of the Sarborry Hotel when something of interest finally happened.

"Hello, Ms. Pickett," Theodore read the reception's name tag. "We'd like to know if a woman stayed here. She might have been going by Penelope Nisha or maybe Penny."

"We can't release guest information," Ms. Pickett said. "I'm sure you understand."

"But I'm Penelope Nisha. I'm the possible guest in question. Can you tell me if I stayed here? Perhaps under a different name?" She held her chin up so the young woman could get a good look at her face. "Do you recognize me?"

"You're very pretty, Ms. Nisha." Ms. Pickett smiled helpfully.

"Mrs. Nisha. And thank you. You're very sweet. Did I stay here?" Penelope returned the smile. While she was talking, Theodore moved away from the desk, talking to a tall man.

"I'm confused. Wouldn't you already know if you stayed here?" Ms. Picket raised her eyebrows.

"I have amnesia, dear." Penelope spread her gloved hands in a quizzical gesture. "Do you recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Nisha. I don't recognize you. But you can ask around the lobby." Ms. Pickett shrugged.

"Thank you for your time." Penlope's smile faded, and she went to join her son. She walked into the middle of the conversation. She could see that her son's face was drawn with anger, and he was clenching his fists. Her stomach did a cartwheel. She tried to focus, ignoring the thrumming of her vagina.

"Which leads me back to my original question, why are you asking around about Penelope Nisha?" The tall man said.

"Which leads me back to saying fuck you, mister." Theodore stared up into the tall man's eyes. "And why the fuck do you want to know?"

"I'm Penelope Nisha." Penelope put a hand on her son's shoulder. "What is this about?"

The tall man did a double take and blinked at her. He quickly pulled up an opaque screen in front of him, checked something, and dismissed it. He blinked at Penelope again. "It

is

you. I ... um ... didn't expect to find you asking around." There was a brief silence while he sorted through what to say next. "You're even prettier in person than in your picture, ma'am."

"Fuck you for hitting on my mom." Theodore raised his voice. People were peering at them from around the lobby. "Who hired you? Was it my dad?"

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding." The tall man let his guard down and exhaled. "I'll be ... uuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhh." He doubled over when Theodore's fist connected with his stomach.

"Teddy!" Penelope put her gloved hands to her cheeks in horror and arousal. "Why did you hit this man?"

"He's a paid goon, Mom. He was trying to scare us off our investigation." Theodore swung at the man again, but despite having the wind knocked out of him, the tall man sidestepped Theodore's jab and pushed the younger man backward.

The lobby manager raced around the front desk and stood with disapproving hands on his hips. "Stop this at once, or I'll call the constabulary."

Theodore turned toward the manager and flinched like he might strike him. The manager quickly retreated. When Theodore turned back toward the tall man, he was gone. "Fuck. Our first clue of the day, and he's gone."

"If he was a goon, isn't it good that he left?" Penelope looked around the lobby. Everyone was staring at her. "Perhaps we should leave, too." She reached for her son's hand, but he brushed her away.

"He wanted us to stop asking about you, Mom. That's a pretty fucking big clue." Theodore practically shouted the words. He turned and stormed toward the hotel exit.

Penelope raced after her son, aware that her bosom was bouncing, but it would have been even more unseemly to cradle her breasts as she jogged. "I ... um ... Teddy ... are you mad at me for some reason?" They exited out onto the street and turned down the sidewalk. Her son was still moving fast enough that she had to run to keep up.

"Yes, Mom. If you hadn't announced yourself like an idiot, we might have learned something." He waved a dismissive hand at her.

"I ... don't like being called that word." Penelope's heart thumped in her chest. He really was angry at her. They were only a few blocks away from their hotel, and they walked the rest of the way in silence.

~~

When Penelope entered their suite, she found that the hotel had done everything perfectly. There were rose petals on the bedspread. A perfect bouquet of zinnias stood on the dresser. A match of the exact box of the chocolates that Felix had delivered to La Belle Ile en Mer, was on the nightstand. The same champagne that she'd ordered her first night of married life was chilling in a bucket.

A good wife celebrates with her husband.

But, of course, Theodore wasn't acting like her husband. He paid no attention to any of the details she had put together. Instead, he walked directly to the bathroom and slammed the door. It seemed a dark cloud had followed him back from their confrontation with that tall ruffian.

"I'll be waiting out here," Penelope said to the closed door. She paced back and forth. She smelled the zinnias, but they had almost no fragrance. They were pretty, though. She wished that the flowers would draw some joy out of her, but her lips stayed pressed together. She sighed heavily, took off her hat and gloves, and picked up the box of chocolates. "What am I doing? She said to the empty room. She put the box down. "He's a tempestuous teenager, and I'm his mother. My mind is all a jumble." Her stomach turned and turned, her palms perspired, and her vagina thrummed.

A good wife mothers her husband.

"Wait ... no ... is that right? I ..."

Theodore emerged from the bathroom. "Who are you talking to?" He scowled at her. His jacket was hanging from a hook behind him. His tie was loose. His face and collar were wet from splashed cold water. His shirt was halfway untucked. His brow was still furrowed in anger.

"Oh ... gosh. Teddy, you must know I didn't mean to ruin our chances with that goon. I think sometimes you're too hard on me." She rubbed her hands together in agitation.

"Fuck ... Mom ... that's because you fuck things up!" Theodore vented his rage, throwing his hands in the air. "You don't think! You expect to get away with the chaos that surrounds you ... because you're pretty."

"That's not fair." Penelope flexed her fingers wide, balled them into fists, and flexed them wide again.

"It's not fair, bitch?" He was off the rails and didn't care. "Before graduation, you know what all the kids said about you? That you were a slut. That you'd run off with some man. I defended you. But in my fucking heart I suspected. Now ... you and I are ... well ... you're not disproving the theory. You get what you want through sex. And what do you want from me? To ... fucking ... pacify ... me?!?"