***Sorry there has been a small delay in the next story. I promise I'm not disappearing just yet. All stories are still being worked on. I found an editor Jim1855. This gentleman did some fantastic work editing over 70 pages as our first piece together. Enjoy this tale of intrigue, sex, and lost inhibitions. *****
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James stumbled against his own feet, his eyes leaving his body as if he was a cartoon in the 90's, for his mother stood preening up into the sky like the statue of liberty cleaning the chandelier in their kitchen. Now James rarely saw his mother clean. James rarely saw his mother. Even more so he rarely saw her dressed as she was now.
"Hey Mom...Um what you doing," he stuttered getting her attention.
"Oh hey sweetie, glad to see you're home. I'm just doing some spring cleaning," In slow motion her shoulders rocked, and the sway of her breasts told James she was definitely not wearing a bra. Slow motion is a funny thing. A perception of one's own time. While James thought his mother was moving in slow motion. He stood like a fool, mouth agape, and eyes transfixed upon her chest. Caitlyn smirked her full bow lips turning upwards in glee.
"Dressed like that?" he mumbled his eyes falling to the ground before braving to stare at her face.
"What? Scared you might accidentally see some of your mother?" she teased pulling back on her plaid shirt revealing a good deal more of flesh, and just the tip of her nipple. "Besides I walk around the house naked all the time. How is this any different?" By walk around naked she meant when he was growing up, and a young boy long before he could clearly remember.
"I don't know it just seems more..." pausing his mother turned once more tantalizing him with a clear view of her creamy skin. The tips of nipples tickling the edge of the fabric. A perverted grin crossed his mother's face as he let out an airy sigh.
"Am I turning you on? I've been working on my new outfits. I think this one was a success!" She bounded about the room skidding in front of James her chest heaving. A long ranger of sweat made its way across her cleavage drawing attention to her generous pale curves.
"Mom!" James turned, he could feel the heat build up around his cheeks. With a crack he heard his feet bolt to his room, and laughter echoed down the halls after him.
Several weeks ago during a night of drinking he had admitted foolishly to his mother that she was still quite attractive. Taking the compliment, she as the cruel woman he had known her to be, used that information to tease him insistently.
This.
This moment was just another in a long string of events that were designed to bring him to a sniveling husk of a boy, or at least that is how he felt.
"Ha! My little boy finds mommy sexy. You find mommy sexy. You find mommy sexy," she teased bouncing down the hall after him. Each breast floating in the air allowing just a tease of a brown areola.
"Mom!" he croaked as his cock trembled at the sight of his lusty mother. With the speed of some anime character running from a villain he dodged behind his door hiding from sight of his mother. With the lock of his door he was across his room and in a few steps cracking open his window.
Leaving the house seemed like the only solution when his mother was full sex pot mode.
A mode she was frequenting.
They both knew it, and for some reason she loved flaunting it in front of him. The gym, Markets, Movie theaters, you name it she was dressed to grab everyone's attention.
A Cock Tease might be considered her formal title.
Since the passing of James's father four years ago Caitlyn hadn't been with a single man though.
Thoughts rambled through James's mind as he reenacted out all of the torture his mother had put him through in the past. Each tease, each laugh, like insects devouring his sanity. Something needed to change. unsure what it was, James walked in a daze with a fog drifting him wherever it pleased. A screech of tires snapped his eyes to focus as a car zoomed by nearly hitting him as he walked into the street aloof. Dazed he looked around, and realized he had ended up walking into the concrete jungle. An ugly part of town with unnoticable buildings crammed together. This part of town was new to him, for he never had a reason to go into any of these buildings. The only people who did.
Did not get along with James.
The jitters still fumbled about in his head, and he decided to continue on.
Maybe he could just talk to his mother?
It was to the point he was scared to bring over his friends. Lost in thought he found himself between two bourgeois buildings. There stood a small house.
A house in the middle of corporate thugs.The paint peeled back in shades of blue, and teal. The house was small, and seemed vacant and forgotten.
Except for the neon orange OPEN sign flashing in the window. Something drew James to look at the house. It reminded him of himself.
Alot.
A small house stuck between the torture of his mother's breasts. They were lovely. That he couldn't deny. Many a nights he was up late pumping his cock as images of his mother's breasts swayed in front of him.
OPEN, flashed again, reminding him that the house in fact did exist in this strange place. Drawn to the neon orange he wandered up the stairs to the porch. The rapt of his knuckles sent the birds scattering from their perches on the electric wires humming behind him.
With a creak the door swung inwards inviting him. Pausing he didn't think he had used enough force to open a door, and this one seemed rather heavy.
Still curious, he stepped inside the balmy room and the heady aromatic scent of musk filled his senses. For some reason it reminded him of sex and his mother once more creeped back into his thoughts.
The house was just an open room with row upon row of shelves. Decorated with an assortment of various objects. A skull with green jewels twinkled at him from one shelf. Daggers with intricate runes seemed to glow in a translucent eeriness. Jars filled with random objects filled with some sort of yellow liquid. Pipes of various sizes, and decorations. James stopped in front of a gathering of leather wristbands. They seemed simple, yet handsome. He felt for sure that he could rock one of them.
In total the room looked like something out of an Indiana Jones film.
"Hello," James called out wondering where the store owner might be. The rattling of a bone wind chime in the corner drew his attention to a small piece of metal. It looked like the smoothest arrow head he had seen. Covered in chrome it twinkled in the lucent flare of the lights in the store. Picking it up it was indeed smooth almost giving way to his touch like skin might when being grabbed.
"Is huh, anyone here? I'd like to make a purchase?" his voice sent the chimes tumbling against themselves.
"You have a nice eye," said a calm voice behind him forcing him to spin on his heels.
"Jesus fuck," he stared at row upon row of knick knacks, "Um Hello?" James began to think maybe leaving would be a good idea as there wasn't a body to match the voice.
