Author's Notes:
With hardly a week of their mother-son sexual relationship under their belts it was time for a road trip to pick up the third Lamb, Abigale. Tensions rise as they struggle with the thought of their free-for-all ending, but as Andrew gets his last rocks off with his mother during their time alone, Amber contimplates her next move when her daughter returns.
Been a while since I updated this one. It is always in the back of my mind, I just have to be in the mode to write it. Hope you like the latest installment. Soon we will add more chaos into the mix!
Thanks as always to my editor KenjiSato!
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Chapter 4: Roadtrip Romp
Frozen on the couch, Amber Lamb had allowed the sun to set around her, nary a light turned on in the house. It was so peculiar, even before the revitalization of the relationship with her son, to be at home alone at this hour. When Andrew acted more like a shut-in, he would, at least, be in his room yelling profanity at his video games. Right then, though? He was on a date... with a girl, his age.
Since the kickstart of her son's sex life by her own means, this had been Amber's goal. But in the week, with the flesh and fluids they had shared together since then, she had grown attached. The green monster of jealousy was, by then, welling within her, even after starting this day weary of her son's endless libido.
Looking at her phone, she checked his location. He was still at the coffee shop, undoubtedly enjoying the company of some pretty girl from his college. What did this girl have on her? Andrew had already admitted that his mom had a much more rocking body than his peers. What if they get together and hook up? What if they become a thing? Would she have to share him with some interloper? Was she enough of a woman for him? These thoughts dwelled in her mind.
After this day, when her weariness had caught up with her and Andrew seemed unsatisfied, she came to doubt she was enough of a woman for him. But something deep down could not just surrender him. She had to keep him close to home; not to be taken away by some other girl. The cogs of her mind ground together, as she planned how she would hold on to him. Her daughter, Abigail, whom they were to pick up in two days played into those. If she could manage both her children in just the right way, perhaps then, she could keep it all within the family and lose either of them.
A deep sigh, a wipe of her face, and the resignation of her elongated breath... who was she kidding? Why would Andrew want to exclusively keep it in the family? Who is to say Abigail would not freak out at the idea if she found out what had been going on?
A few beeps on her phone broke into her chaotic line of thinking. Andrew, by all indications of his GPS location, was on his way home.
Amber's heart beat faster, she shot up from the chair, rushing around the house to turn on the lights. She looked at herself, her body still sticky from their earlier encounter-- a shower, she needed to freshen up.
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Through the trickling of water along the porcelain finish of the shower and her flesh, she could hear the door to the garage open, and her beloved son coming home.
"Mom, I'm home," he called out, in a matter-of-fact and flat tone. Amber noted how his voice was an octave off of his normal eagerness. It was an obsessive observation based on no discernible data, but in Amber's mind, it was the truth. This coffee date he had just had, tilted his sexual perception of her.
"Sweetie, I am in the shower." She poked her head out from the curtain, calling out to him like an excited girl. Her heart was racing, she had to regain the initiative, her mind straining with all the possibilities.
When the knock on the bathroom door came, she yelped, catching herself before she slipped.
"Mom?" Andrew poked his head in.
"Hi, hun... you startled me," she gasped, opening the curtain to reveal herself to him.
"You heard me come home, right?" He held his head in the door.
"Mhmmm... come in... hand me a towel." She threw the curtains back all the way. Her wet, naked body glistened under the fluorescent bulbs of the master bath. Her breasts were freely waving, as she stepped out of the shower and let her son observe her. "Hurry... I am cold." She covered her abdomen, but kept her breasts in plain view. Biting her lip, she hoped he would make the first move. But it was unclear where his mind was, given how possessive he was earlier and how passive he was right then.
Accepting the invitation, he walked into the bathroom, still wearing the same clothes he had gone on his date with. Looking at his mother, there was still a twinkle of interest in his eyes, she could breathe a sigh of relief there, at least. But the fact he had not shoved her against the wall to possess her immediately, did play counterproductively in her perception of the situation. He handed her the towel, slowly, looking at her hips that tapered down her thick and smooth legs dripping with water.
"Did you want to hop in the shower? I'll turn it back on for you... maybe join you?" Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked close to him, pressing her body against his, and raising herself by her tippy-toes to meet his lips. A few smacks were exchanged, a bright smile on Amber's face that she was satisfied she had not lost him yet.
"Naw... I am a little tired, honestly." He held the small of her back, ensuring she kept close to him as he rubbed his thumb along the towel above her flesh.
Amber pouted, looking up at him wide-eyed. Despite being forty, she had strikingly doe-ish eyes any girl would envy.
"Tired?" She rubbed her lower half against his, knowing there was a bulge.
"Well... just been a long day is all... and we have to be up early tomorrow to drive to get Abigail?"
"Yeah... I guess we do." Her demeanor soured. Andrew being too inexperienced with women wouldn't notice, simply moving along his own self-gratifying path.
"I think I'll just turn in." He stretched his arms as they separated, walking back towards the bedroom.
Amber's mind raced again, wiping her body down quickly before chasing him into the master, stark naked.
"Just going to bed? Already?"
Andrew, who had already shed his shirt, his thin frame exposed to his mother, looked confused. It was like he was missing a part of a puzzle he didn't know existed.
"Yes...?" He looked at his mother, her pleading eyes, her naked body. "I guess I had thought maybe... I overstepped my welcome earlier. I didn't think you..." He recalled having shoved his mother to the hall floor and fucking her viciously.
"Honey... when I said my body is free for you to use, I meant it."
"Even like that?"
"Sweetie... women love a dominant man, your mother is no exception." She lay on the bed, on her side, facing Andrew as he sat down at the edge.
"Oh well... that's great... it felt sort of good."
"You felt powerful?" She bit her lip.
"Yeah..." He smiled.
"Do it again..." She lay on her back, looking particularly helpless.
"Well... you see, I am tired, though."
Amber frowned. But after closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she relented. "Okay... I understand... I hope your coffee date was good." She sat up, making her way to the door.
"No wait, Mom... it wasn't like that." He sensed her discontent.
"No, it's fine, hun... it really is." She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him, resigned to lying on her side, facing away.
Andrew didn't move for some time after that, his mouth opening and closing to say something to remedy his mother's evident discontent. But in his inexperience with the whims of a woman, and his own weariness, he eventually relented and turned off the lamp at his bedside.
With the room dark, and her son nestling in next to her to sleep, Amber could not have felt more alone.
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Eventually, Amber slept, after a long struggle with the waking nightmares of her innermost insecurities, and the obnoxious tossing and turning of her son Andrew; she faded into a restless sleep that was only broken by the morning's streaming light and the absence of her son in bed with her. It was the first morning she was not awoken by an eager and pokey cock from her boy.
Typically, he had so ravenously desired her body in the waking hours that she was nearly used to the stiff and dry feeling of him pressing into her. She had taught him the other day to, at the very least, lube himself with the tube that sat on their nightstand, but sometimes he was too excited to delay fulfilling his base need.
"Andrew?" she murmured, calling to an empty room. A bit of rustling down the hall seemed to indicate he had gone to pack. While warranted, since they should have already been on the road, she was surprised he was being so proactive and not waiting until the last minute and the goading from his mother.
Pulling herself from the bed, still as naked as the night previous, when she shed her clothes for her shower; she sauntered down the hall, striding out with her feminine hips that men the world over would die to hold on to. For a forty-year-old woman, her breasts held their form quite well, as they swished about atop her body as she peeked around the corner into her son's bedroom.
"Good morning." She hid the best bits of herself around the corner in hopes the mystery would entice him.
Andrew was leaning over his dresser, packing a small bag of clothes as he wore a pair of simple-drawstring basketball shorts. He spared his mother a glance, a smile on his face as he saw her bright welcoming smile and long brown hair atop bare shoulders.
"Hey... mom." He paused his rifling through the drawer, holding tightly a shirt as he was lost in her visage.
Stepping out from hiding, she presented herself, with bare legs, a thin waist, a mom pooch, and luscious hips. She hadn't shaved in a day or two, a bit of stubble re-growing along her mound and lips. But Andrew professed to like it that way, so she had waited to trim it back. For an elongated silence, he drank her in, that hungry look reappearing in his eyes like every other morning.
"I was surprised to wake up normally today." Reserved, she kept her distance in the doorway.
"Mom... I am sorry about last night... it's not that I didn't want to, it's just--"
"Andrew, baby... you don't have to apologize. We've been at it for a week, even you are eventually going to tire."
"But... that's not all."
"Not all...?" Her mind raced. "Did the date go well...?"
