Jerome Hicks–21 years of age–sat on the bench in the quad listening as his buddies Mark, Kyle, and Jerald went on and on about who they had fucked at the frat party last weekend. Taking a slip of his soda, Jerome couldn't care less. He had set himself to not lose his virginity until he was married. How his friends teased him about being old fashioned. Again, Jerome didn't care what they thought. His mother–a defense attorney–had taught him long ago to think for himself. Being on the college's lacrosse team Jerome had kept himself rather fit. From the looks he had garnered as he walked around the campus. He knew he was rather attractive. Not overly muscled, yet enough definition that his taut t-shirts showed off his chest. The cool breeze of early fall swept through his raven hair, as he fought from rolling his eyes. At how Kyle was detailing how the chick he had banged was the best cocksucker he had ever experienced.
"Nah, she can't be better than Jenny Garner. That bitch can suck paint off the wall, I tell you," Jerald retorted.
"True, that she can," Mark nodded in agreement, "God, that woman had me cumming before I could put a rubber on."
"I know right!" Jerald exclaimed a little too loudly.
A few awkward glances were levied their way, Jerome quickly bowed his head from their burning gaze. He knew their foul mouths had killed a few chances with some of the women that attended their college. Jerome sometimes wished they would think before they spoke, yet they were his childhood friends; and he wasn't about to lose them.
"So..." Kyle said, leaning across the table a mischievous light played across his pale green eyes. "How long are you planning to stay a virgin?"
"As long as I want," Jerome huffed in annoyance.
"Well, how about a bet then?" Mark said with a mouth full of chips. Its cheesy powder falling onto his shirt.
"How about if you can stay a virgin until Christmas, and we'll give you a thousand dollars," Jerald said devilishly.
"And if I don't?" Jerome asked.
"Then you owe us each a grand," Kyle said with a smirk. Jerome sighed, it wasn't about the money. His mother paid him well for his part time work as a clerk at her firm. So the amount wasn't to draining on his wallet. He just hoped this would finally end their constant harassment of his choice. Also, three months' wasn't too long. He had gone twenty-one years' without sex, three months' seemed like a breeze to him. Little did he know of what his friends had planned. However, at that moment Jerome's phone chirped.
"
Baby? I know, you have class today. Yet Howard didn't show up today, and I need you to come in. We have a big case, and we need the extra hands.
" Jerome read his mother's text message.
"Well, I got to go," Jerome said grabbing his bag, "Mark, take good notes so I can copy them tomorrow."
"Sure thing," Mark nodded. Shyly glancing at Kyle, as he typed out a text message blast to all the women they had slept with on campus.
"Be there in 30," Jerome texted his mother.
Maya Hicks leaned backwards in her chair as she stared at the text message she had just received. In a moment of weakness and loneliness she had slept with Kyle, only once. While he was a great fuck, yet she feared what her son would think of her. She made sure that boy kept his mouth shut. She didn't want Jerome to learn of her little slip. However, since then the loneliness was crepting back in, and given her hectic life, it didn't leave a lot of time for her to date. Over the years' she has watched her son grow from a happy boy to a gentle man. Licking her lip at the thought of luring her son. She didn't care about the money. It was the thought of finally having her son between her legs. Thrusting that hard cock, that she took every chance to gaze at, when Jerome was in his lacrosse shorts; which to her ever enjoyment was mostly every night. She knew it was wrong morally and legally. Yet her body yearned for her son. At the age of forty-six she worked to keep her body in a somewhat physical shape. However, there were days' that didn't allow her the time to hit the gym.
"Yet if you fuck me then I wouldn't need to visit that place, now would I baby?" Maya asked her thumb running along the nude picture she had of her son while he was in the shower. Maya looked at the clock as two minutes remained until her son arrived. Scooting her chair underneath her desk. So that no one could see what she was about to do through the large glass windows that lined her office. Quickly hiking up her skirt, lifting her hips slightly, wiggling her panties down her thighs. Tossing the blue lacy material into the drawer, smirking noticing the slight wet spot as she closed the drawer, as the ding of the elevator resounded throughout her office. How her heart fluttered as her son stepped out of the cab of the elevator. A primal moan ripped through her mind as her eyes lavished Jerome's chest. Loving how his bright blue shirt clung tightly to his hard earned muscles. "Oh baby. How you make your own mother so wet and horny," Maya said to herself. Waving to him when he neared her secretary's desk.
"Hey Mom," Jerome said, smiling warmly at his mother as he shut the door.
"Hello sweetheart, I'm sorry I had to pull you away from class," Maya said rising from her seat. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked around her desk. Her breasts pressed against Jerome's chest as she hugged him tightly to her body. Biting her lip to keep her lust filled need from showing. Loving how his body felt pressed against hers. Maya longed to know what it would be like to see him lining her bed. Where she could swing a leg over in the morning, and grasp that morning wood and ride it into town. Watching how those sweet brown eyes would roll in the back of his head, as she rode his cock. "I'll make sure to repay you
later
," Maya whispered ominously into Jerome's ear.
"So..." Jerome said looking around Maya's office.
"Now this won't do," Maya said, stepping back, her hands on his shoulders looking down his chest at his attire. "You know where the spare clothes I keep here for you," she said. Fighting back the urge to lick her lips as he walked towards the small closet across the room. Maya quickly rushed back to her desk as the door to her private bathroom inched closed. Quickly, logging on to the server she stored her hidden camera files on; that she had placed in an ornate little statue on the lid of the tank right at the perfect height of his cock. "Mmm... yes baby, let mama see it," Maya said hungrily. Her hand ran down her chest as camera zoomed in. Her eyes going wide as her son wasn't wearing any underwear. Maya's mouth watered as she gazed sensuously at that soft mound of flesh. Quickly wiping the drool from her lip, as she heard the doorknob turning. Double clicking on the tab to save the footage, before she closed out the window. "I hope you don't have any plans tonight. You and I will be here late into the night. Although I think you might find the over time to your liking," Maya said salaciously.
"Does that mean we're ordering out?" Jerome asked remembering the take out the few times he had helped his mother late at night.
