It's My Party

I am The Author. I am called from the abyss to deliver a tale from Pine Valley. We never truly know the people we meet everyday, the faces we see mere masks. Identities forged out of convenience, insecurity, necessity. What lies beyond the lies? Do you really know the people you know?

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Why were parties considered the only way to celebrate? Who was the genius that deemed a raucous period of chaos the most appropriate way to commend an occasion? They were more troublesome than they were worth: inviting people you barely like, making awkward small talk until things get fun, being left to clean the mess alone when everyone else leaves. Whoever it was, Drew hoped they burned in Hell. As he rinsed off another plate to add on to the mountain of dishes beside him, he began to envy that lucky bastard. At least in Hell, they weren't on dish duty... probably. Did they do dishes in Hell? Draining the water in the sink, Drew wiped down the counters and began to put everything away. Humming along to the stereo as he did a final sweep of the kitchen, he did his damnedest to ignore the burning gaze threatening to singe the back of his head.

One would think that someone celebrating their birthday with a surprise party would be over the moon by the end of the night. Not Alicia. He wasn't sure what happened, had no idea when, couldn't fathom why but his mama was absolutely seething. This wasn't a mild inconvenience, nor was it a spot of annoyance, not even righteous indignation. She was seconds from going nuclear. It was written all over her face; the furrowed brow that haunted him more than any nightmare rested over an unwavering glare that had been trained on him since the party's end. Her full lips were pressed into a thin line and her jaw was squared, no doubt resisting the urge to grind her teeth. Drew had only seen Alicia this pissed a handful of times, unfortunately being on the receiving end of her fury once. One time was all he needed to know he never wanted to face it again. His envy for that bastard living it up in Hell resurged, Drew would trade Satan's wrath over his mom's any day.

When he couldn't stall a moment longer, Drew slowly turned to face his fuming mother. It felt as if his heart had leapt into his throat when he met her glare. Never before had he seen such pure rage, it was humbling to say the least. Words failed him as he tried to break the ice, undoubtedly looking like a fool as he stood silent beneath her gaze. Moments like this were a sobering reminder of their first and most important aspect of their new relationship: she was still his mother. That was one thing she made sure of when they agreed to continue their abhorrent affair. Despite how much things have changed, all the things they've done to and with each other, she still treated him like a kid. Her kid. Very rarely does she have to go into Mama Mode since they began to fool around, their usual interactions remaining the same aside from a teasing touch here and there. Nevertheless, something had to occur for her to try to will him to ash with just a look. Unable to bear the pressure of her eyes, Drew peered down to the floor as he sheepishly toyed with his fingers. What the hell did he even do?

He made her a bunch of the meals on her wish list, managed to splurge on her to get a spa day, all the while setting up this exhausting surprise party. Desperately, he combed his mind for any slip-ups or transgressions, any possible answer for his mom's foul mood. He chanced a glance at his mom again, his brow now furrowing as he examined her more closely. In his anxiousness, he failed to notice something that flipped the whole dilemma on its head: tears. They were faint, barely noticeable as they welled in her eyes. Drew took a hesitant step towards his mother, "Ma..."

"How could you," Alicia scowled, her voice a chilling whisper dripping with anger, "And right in front of me..."

To say Drew was thrown for a loop would be the understatement of the year. None of that mattered as the dam began to wane, stray tears streaking down her cheeks. "Ma, what are you talking about," he pleaded as he tried to comfort his new lover.

Alicia pushed him away, nearly losing her balance in her now obvious inebriation, "Don't play dumb with me, I'm not fucking blind!" She opened her mouth to rain hellfire on her boy, the confused teen bracing himself for the verbal lashing he was about to endure. However, her face slowly began to fall as she found her knees losing their strength. Drew swiftly went to hold his hysterical mother upright, hugging her tight to his chest as she silently sobbed into his shirt. "I watched you leave with her," she muttered meekly, his heart wrenching at the pain in her voice, "I saw you go into her place."

Drew laughed despite himself, though the smack to his chest made him question if it were worth it. He didn't think anything of it when Judy from 4-B began talking him up about an hour or so into the festivities. She just wanted to catch up, asking him about school, work, and of course girls. When pressed, he told the older woman that he was single as per the second aspect of his relationship with Alicia: secrecy. It was only natural that the physical side of their arrangement remained between them; while they were able to look past their familial ties, others won't be so accommodating. Keeping their hands to themselves--while frustrating--was simple enough, warding off potential partners was another story. Their wretched relationship was only a few months old and they already found it exhausting coming up with excuses for their lack of partners.

To avert suspicion, the two of them went on a few dates with other people though never going past the second. They were never serious about them, merely an act to put off the rumor mill. Drew leaving with Judy was one such act. However, it was one he had a tough time maintaining. Once she lured him away from the party back to her apartment, Judy all but threw herself at the virgin teen. Alicia always told him to watch out for her as she notoriously "liked them young" (whatever that meant), but he never thought she would be so aggressive. While wrestling away her hands from his pants made things challenging, he managed to relay to her that he wasn't interested. Judy, to her credit, took it well enough though she made a vow to get Drew to change his mind sooner rather than later.

Until his mama brought it up, Drew had forgotten about the whole thing. Clearly, she hadn't. Kissing the top of her head, he led Alicia over to the couch to sit, "C'mon Ma, don't cry. Y'know how long it takes you to stop."

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to," Alicia pouted as she pulled away from her son, "You would cry too if it happened to you."

She hated how her resolve faded away as his full lips met hers, the electricity from their first meeting retaining its intensity even now. Everything he did felt like this: every touch, every kiss, every lick, everything felt like an explosion when she was with her baby. It felt incredible, it felt right. Drew was a drug that was hard to quit and she was a fiend itching for her next hit. She wanted all of him and wanted him to have all of her. The thought of him moving on, giving all that was hers to some bitch was earth shattering. As much as she hated it, the possibility was always there, she assured it. Their relationship's final aspect and by far the scariest: calling it quits. Whether it be Alicia or Drew; whoever said the word, their little fling is over. They weren't dumb, they knew eventually they would have to put an end to this charade. Somewhere down the line, either of them could meet the love of their life or perhaps the guilt would finally sink its claws into their conscience. While saying it was a precaution for them both, in reality it was mostly for her boy.

Drew had his whole life ahead of him, the last thing he would want is to be tied down by his clingy mother. That was the last thing Alicia wanted to be. Her heart ached at the thought of her young lover running off with another woman, but she would have to make due with the memories they shared together. When she saw that maneater from 4-B making the moves on her son, no one could tell her that it wasn't over for them. Could she have put more faith in Drew? Sure, but she was 5 drinks in and he's a horny teenager. What else could she think? This bond was still fresh, fragile. At any moment, all that they were to each other could be gone in an instant. Not just these new, wanton feelings but their relationship as mother and son was also on this razor's edge. As much as she loved this new arrangement, Alicia was very much aware that things could never go back to normal once it was over. None of that mattered now. All she wanted was to give her boy the loving he deserved.

"I'm not going anywhere any time soon," Drew mused as he spoiled her with more kisses, "You'll have to get rid of me." Doing her damnedest to suppress the chills his lips caused, Alicia turned her body away from her son's attempts. Unfortunately for her, that boy was persistent. Soft lips against the nape of her neck sent an irresistible jolt to her core which was quickly joined by titillating chills as his hands began to roam.

"Don't give me any ideas," Alicia replied with as much venom as she could muster, though admittedly not much. She knew what his game was and she wasn't playing ball. As much as she wanted to stand firm, Drew's warm breath tickling her ear was determined to make her melt.

Drew smirked into his mother's flushed flesh as he felt her shudder in anticipation at the feel of his arms wrapping around her waist. The amused youth reveled in how she stiffened once his own stiffness made contact with her pert posterior. Alicia choked down a curse as his hands glided along her butterfly filled tummy to find her exposed thighs. Peppering her sensitive skin with kisses along the length of her neck, he took in her intoxicating perfume, "I like your dress."

Alicia rolled her eyes at his remark; of course he would, he's the one who bought it for her. It was a risqué little number that he managed to get on sale, a form fitting black mini that barely reached the middle of her thighs. It was never really her style, in fact she felt half naked the whole night but her son was adamant on it. He constantly told her to have more confidence in her body. If the lingering looks she got from her guests were any indication, she might have to let loose more often. Many times she saw her baby boy get caught by party goers undressing his mama with his eyes, she was soaked just thinking about it. The feeling of Drew's nails lightly raking her skin didn't help matters. She inhaled sharply as he kneaded her inner thighs, "Sonuvabitch."

A firm tug on her hair earned a surprised yelp from the older woman, though a whimper quickly replaced it as Drew nipped at her ear, "You watch your mouth, my mother is a saint." A chuckle managed to escape despite her efforts, she hated how infectious he was. She could never stay mad at him, even less so now that they were a couple. It was impossible, not with that dirty dog nestled into her behind.

Craning her neck to peer overhead, she met her son's playful gaze. Drew's grin faltered at the intensity of her expression, the vulnerability that was still very new to him. "You promise," she whispered, her words more a plea than a question, "you promise you won't leave?" Though young, Drew was wise beyond his years. He knew that their bond was much more nuanced, that there was more than their physical attachment. His mama was scared out of her mind, she had found something once thought lost to her and was terrified that it would disappear as quickly as it came. She was risking not only her reputation but her freedom to be with him and so was he. The stakes were made plain the day they made things official, he knew what he signed up for.

Hugging his mother closely to his chest, he kissed the crown of her head, "Wouldn't even dream of it." He felt a light sob rock her body, praying that she wouldn't start the waterworks back up again. Waiting for her to stop was like watching paint dry. Slender fingers intertwined with his as they guided his hand underneath her dress. She was absolutely drenched. Alicia let out a defeated sigh as that cheeky grin of his returned once he discovered the fruit of his efforts. An inaudible moan hummed in her throat as his digits teased that love button she desperately needed to be pushed.

"Fuck," she swore as her sweat drenched brow knotted. He had worked her up enough, now he was just torturing her. There was no one to blame but herself, she taught him well. It took some time for them to open up to one another about their preferences and turn-ons, they were entering uncharted waters that could easily sink their relationship. Fortunately, Drew was eager to please. Unfortunately, he was too eager. Her baby had always been a fast learner but she soon discovered that he was also a mastermind. Her body had slowly become his playground, a game to see how fast he could make her a moaning mess. An anxious Alicia caught her lip with her teeth; she knew she was in for the ride of her life, all she had to do was let him cook.

Every trick she taught him was put to use, inversely very little mercy was spared on her. In the first few months, Alicia had to adopt a safe word for when his fervent efforts became too much for her to bear. The not-so-single mother sought to use it sparingly, she'd rather endure the unbearable pleasure than hearing her boy call her "Peaches" after every use. A discreet attempt was made to lift her hips towards his teasing hand, but another one firmly keeping her in place put an end to that. Her teeth sunk deeper into her lip in a bid to stifle a whine from the yearning woman. Drew threw her a bone eventually, dipping his rugged fingers into her sopping slit for slow, excruciating strokes. Trembling fingers squeezed his own as the pressure of his palm on her clit soothed but didn't quite remedy the ache between her legs. "Drew... I want it," Alicia keened, her writhing form lolled into his burly frame, "...can I have it... please?"

Drew smiled sweetly as he brought his other hand down to join the fun, "Anything for the birthday girl." An unconscious cry escaped his mama's mouth once he finally met the neglected nub, forcing her to clap a hand over it. Bolts of ecstatic electricity tore through her as he rolled her fleshy pearl around in his fingers. His other hand picked up the pace, stroking her wanton walls where he knew she'd lose it. He teased the supple flesh of her throat, savoring the taste of her glistening skin as he watched her unravel. Alicia could barely see straight as her world was turned upside down by his touch, every fiber of her being screaming for release. Just as she was about to peak, his fingers retreated from her hole much to her dismay.

That dirty bastard always knew when she was about to go over the edge. How her breathing would hitch as it built, how her toes would twitch in the calm before the storm. She wanted to call him every name in the book, tear him a couple new ones but thought better of it. Past experiences taught Alicia that complaining only extended her suffering. Drew was deliberate when it came to pleasing his mama, nothing was going to disrupt the pace he set. As much as she wanted to be mad, she again found herself unable to. If anything, she was more riled up than before. It was insane how sexy her baby boy was when he was in control, the way he looked at her sent chills up her spine. To think she wanted to deny herself this!

Drew helped his mother shed the enticing black dress to reveal the true treasure underneath. He was on her like white on rice, leaving his marks of ownership despite how much she claimed to hate them. There was extra attention put on her lush bosom, he made sure that the next man to leer at her cleavage would see his handiwork. The strapping lad couldn't help but smile inwardly at the fact his mom actually indulged his request of going commando. Pitching a tent in his pants the entire night, he wanted nothing more than to devour her. Drew couldn't take his clothes off fast enough, despite his fun with his mama he was at his wits end as well.

Alicia found herself mesmerized by the impromptu show her boy was giving her. It didn't even feel right to call him 'boy' anymore, not when she took him in like this. Several times bigger than her, he owned the advantage in size for most of his teen years. Though never into sports, his frame filled with muscle that wasn't defined but gave him a natural brawn. There were times she caught herself staring when he strutted around in his boxers like he owned the place. She hated to sound like a cornball, but she thought he was hunky. Just seeing his well-built form flex as he moved to lose his pants gave her a rush of blood. Features she once thought were adorable were now rough-hewn, simply icing on top of the cake. This was no longer her baby boy, this was her motherfucking man!

A small squeak slipped past her lips as Drew lifted her legs towards the ceiling, pinning them to her chest. He gave her a smoldering stare, "Hold these." Alicia's hands were behind her knees before she even realized it, not giving second a thought to the commands her sexy son had given. Wasting little time, Drew dove into the meal he so meticulously prepared. The gasp accompanying his tongue lashing at her gushing gash was louder than anticipated though she caught the moan that followed. The torment she endured at the hands of her lover rendered the hapless Alicia awfully sensitive, each pass of his wet muscle felt like heaven. Salacious sobs threatened to bellow from her as Drew sucked her tender bean between his full lips. Freshly manicured nails sinking into her legs kept her from wailing in pleasure as he sunk his fingers into her snatch.

Each thrust hit a sweet spot that the earnest youth had masterfully mapped in his frequent trips pearl diving. His mother did always have trouble keeping his hand out of the cookie jar. As usual, Alicia was offered no respite, just a relentless onslaught of euphoria. It was a struggle keeping her thighs apart, her control over her body was slipping with each moment. She dared not to stop him out of fear he would deny her release once more. She dared not ask to slow down on the off chance her voice rang out through the entire building. She definitely didn't dare to look down as the sight that awaited her would throw her into a fit. Many times she made the mistake of staring back into those big brown eyes, his unwavering gaze an intentional trap set to make her crumble. Alicia's jaw was clenched so tightly she was surprised her teeth hadn't shattered, it was all she could do to not alarm the neighbors.

Then she felt it. It was coming, it was big and that terrified her. She had to keep her composure, it was imperative that she held it together. Efforts to pretend it didn't happen won't work, he could always tell when she does. It was an absolutely horrendous idea to look down, but she had to at least try and talk some sense into him. Biting the bullet, Alicia gave her son a pleading look. The devious glint in those mirthful eyes nearly stopped her heart. She was gonna kill him. Alicia threw her head back and groaned through gritted teeth as her climax racked her body, her shapely form shaking like a leaf. As she feared, Drew didn't stop his assault on her quivering quim.

The room blurred around her, a grenade could have gone off next to her and she wouldn't have been the wiser. All that existed was the unrelenting waves of bliss crashing into her. The safe word tasted sweet on her tongue but she was determined to turn the tables this time. Alicia had forsaken holding up her legs long ago, her hands firmly tugging on the mop of mayhem atop Drew's head. This only served to motivate the stubborn stud, taking her clit back into his lips. Moans were beginning to get a bit too loud for comfort, the walls were painfully thin and there's no way she's getting embarrassed on her birthday. Drew, however, had other plans.