Nathan and Lainie

4. Boundaries and Incentives

For the next couple of days I had to treat Mom exactly as I had before fateful Friday. She had made that very clear. I knew a single caress, leer, or even a joke could mess everything up. I thought about several ways I might encourage Lainie to show up, but Mom was worried about our relationship and I was determined to show her nothing had changed on that front. I couldn't initiate anything. I had to wait. It wasn't easy because there was a sexual tension in the air. Things had changed and we both knew it.

On Wednesday after dinner, I started in on the dishes - it was my turn - while Mom poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table.

"So how was school today?" Mom asked.

"Okay. Same old, same old, I guess."

"Who did you talk to?"

"I said hello to a few people."

"That's not what I meant. Did you have an actual conversation with anybody?"

I was glad my back was to her. I shrugged and washed a dish. "What about you? Did you have an actual conversation with anybody?"

"I told you before that this is not about me. I don't want you to end up like me. There is supposed to be more to life than books and baseball."

I didn't say anything. She sighed. I scrubbed another dish.

Then I heard the flare of a match. I froze for a second. Then I peeked over my shoulder to see Mom lighting a cigarette. To this day, seeing a pretty woman light a cigarette is enough to send a rush of excitement through me. I picked up the pace on the dishes.

"Hello, Lainie," I said. "I'm glad you dropped by. I was worried I might not see you again."

"When I leave for good, I'll tell you."

When? I didn't want to think about that.

"But I can't contact you. I need a phone number. Something."

"I think not. This is one of my conditions. Lainie decides when things happen and what things happen. She might show up two days in a row or it might be two weeks."

"Is that fair? I–"

"If you have conditions, let's hear them. You don't have conditions, do you?"

"Well, no, but-"

"I do. Boundaries, too, but we can discuss them later. If it is any consolation, I definitely want to..." she hesitated, "fuck you. I'm dying to fuck you. I'd sleep with you every night if your mother would let me. But this is about more than sex."

My head was spinning. Partly it was the sudden change from Mother to Lainie. Partly it was hearing my mother say the word fuck. Partly it was everything else she said. This is about more than sex? But mostly my head was spinning because Lainie was here and something was going to happen. My cock was bent uncomfortably in my jeans. My mouth was dry. My hands were shaking. I dropped the last dish into the rack, wiped out the sink, and turned around.

Lainie was already stubbing out her cigarette.

She smiled. "So do you want to play a little?"

I managed to nod.

"Well, here." She handed me her coffee cup. "Finish your chore. I know you've had your shower, but I'm going to have a nice bath. Oh, and put clean sheets on your bed."

I washed the cup with shaking hands and wiped down the table. I left the kitchen and headed down the hall for the linen closet. I stopped in surprise. First, Mother was using the bathroom in the hall rather than the one off her bedroom. Second, the door was wide open. Third, she had removed her blouse and was stepping out of her jeans. Kicking them aside, she bent over to test the water rushing into the tub.

Seeing my mother in her bra and panties shouldn't have been much different than seeing her in her bikini, but it was very different. I swallowed a couple of times to get some saliva going and whistled. "Very nice."

It was true. Mother was a petit woman who ate well and got lots of exercise. She was in great shape. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "You're too kind."

She quickly dropped her panties and stepped into the tub. My angle was poor and I barely caught a glimpse of her ass as she stepped out of my sight. "Oops," she said, "I nearly forgot this." Her bra came flying out from behind the door.

I reached into the linen closet to grab a couple of sheets, hesitated, and then boldly walked into the bathroom. Unfortunately Lainie was shrouded in bath bubbles but I sat on the toilet anyway. I deliberately - blatantly - reached into my pants and adjusted my hard cock. Lainie giggled.

"You're teasing me," I accused.

"Of course I'm teasing." She blew away a few bubbles from in front of her chest. Did I imagine a flash of pink nipple? "And the teasing is going to get much worse."

"Worse? No fair!" I pretended to pout.

"Too bad. It turns me on. I like it." She blew at the bubbles again. That was a flash of pink nipple! "Teasing is part of my game. What kind of incentive would we have if I didn't do some teasing?"

I didn't like the sound of the word incentive but I was distracted by a smooth leg that emerged from the water. Was that a dark patch between her legs?

"You're killing me here. Do you want me to beg?"

"I don't think so. Such a poor boy," She said, pretending to be sympathetic. "Go make your bed, get undressed and wait for me there. I promise I'll be quick."

"Why don't you get out of the tub first and then you can help me make the bed?"

She laughed. "Here's an even better one. Get undressed here and then go make your bed and wait for me."

"I could help dry you off."

"I could soak in this tub for another hour or two."

I shook my head sadly, "So I can't win."

"Not now," Lainie agreed. "Get those clothes off."

I removed my socks and sneakers. I stood up and peeled off my shirt and dropped my jeans. My cock tented my boxers. I pulled them down and my cock popped out. It was throbbing. It was vibrating. It was leaking copiously. I couldn't be more excited.

"Poor boy," said Lainie. "I did that, didn't I"

"Yes, you did. I'm going to make the bed. Don't be too long. Please." And with that, I left the bathroom. I didn't really understand the rules of the game at that point, but my complaints rang hollow even to me. Whatever the rules, I wanted to play and I didn't even mind the teasing part. This was fun. Lots of fun.

I made the bed and slipped in between the clean sheets. A few minutes later, Mom wandered into my room, still drying her hair with a towel. The bad news was that she was wearing a full length nightgown. The good news was that the nightgown was form fitting and it was obvious she was wearing nothing beneath it. Her nipples were prominent on her small breasts. The gown was so tight her mound was obvious.

"You look awesome, Lainie. A little overdressed perhaps, but very, very sexy."

"Thank you," she said as she slipped into my bed. She kissed me lightly on the lips and then she kissed me hard. She tasted of toothpaste. "As for the gown, I want to neck for a little bit and I don't trust myself."

We kissed again. Again I was overwhelmed by the heat as she melted into me. My cock poked at her. Lainie giggled and reached down between us to adjust it's position. My cock throbbed as soon as she touched it. I bit my tongue to keep from coming. We kissed again. Lainie's tongue pushed past my lips and probed the inside of my mouth. I moaned and pushed back. Our tongues danced. Both of us were panting when we broke the kiss.

Lainie's hand snaked down and lightly grasped my penis. It gave a little lurch and I moaned again. My hand reached for her breast as I kissed her again. Her hard nipple burned into my palm through her nightie. I caressed it for a second or two before Lainie released her grip on my cock and removed my hand. She kissed me and said, "You have to earn that." Her hand returned to my penis.

Earn it? What did that mean? "No fair," I called. "You're touching me."

She immediately released me. "I suppose we should be fair."

"Okay, okay. Unfairness isn't such a bad thing."

Lainie giggled and her hand returned to my crotch. She caressed my balls. "I need another kiss."

I obliged. My hand had a mind of its own and returned to her breast. I squeezed it while rubbing my thumb across the nipple. This time Lainie moaned and allowed me to play for a little longer. I hadn't seen them yet, but I had decided that Lainie had great tits. Again she removed my hand and held it. Again this meant she released my cock. This was a good thing because I was trembling on the edge.

"I am so close to coming it hurts," I said.

Lainie laughed. "Think about baseball. What did you hit in your last game?"

"I was two for three with two walks."

"Who pitched?"

"Who cares?" I kissed her again and squeezed the hand that was preventing me from returning to her breast. "I don't want to think about baseball."

"Poor baby." Lainie leaned away from me so she could look at my cock. "Its beautiful, but it looks so angry. Let's make him more comfortable, shall we?"

Lainie let go of my hand and grasped me firmly. I gasped, but remembered to return my hand to her breast. I closed my eyes and the pressure began to build in my balls.

"I'm so wet," said Lainie. I released her breast and slid my hand down to cup her pussy. She gasped as my finger found her slit through her nightie. "Are you going to come for me?" she asked as she gently stroked me.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Liftoff. A blast of come ripped through my cock, shot into the air and landed on my chest. Another rope, another and another. Lainie continued to gently rub, her hand now coated with my come.

I sighed. She giggled and said, "That was lovely. I love to make you come. I love to see it shoot like that."

My finger was still between her legs. It felt slick even through the nightgown. I moved the finger slightly. Lainie let go of my cock and pretended I wasn't slowly diddling her. She tasted my come on her hand. "Mmm." I moved my finger faster.

She moaned, but then pushed my hand away. She wiped her hand on her towel and tossed it to me. "Here. Clean yourself up."

I sat up and cleaned the come off my chest and cock. What now?

"Give me a kiss and then go sit in your computer chair." I did as I instructed. "Keep your bottom firmly planted in that chair."

My cock was already stirring. "I won't move," I promised.

"And when I'm done, I'll say good night and leave."

"When you're done, you're gone."

"And not a word about any of this to your mother in the morning."

"Not a word," I agreed. "This is all between me and Lainie."

She sat up in the bed. She shrugged a shoulder out of her nightgown. Then an arm. The other arm. She held the cloth in front of her breasts.

"They're too small," she said apologetically. "I've thought about–"

"Don't say it," I said emphatically. "Never. They're perfect just the way they are. Sight unseen I can say that."

"You're sweet. I don't know why I feel so nervous." She took a deep breath. "Ta-da."

She let the top of her gown go and threw her shoulders back. I was right. They were lovely. Each was about the size of a small orange. The nipples were a delicate pink and very prominent. They pointed up a little. Pert was a word to describe her tits. Perky, even.

"Wow," I said.

"They're too small," Lainie said again. She cupped them and thumbed her nipples. "But I think I have nice nipples."

"No. Yes. I mean no, they are not too small and yes, your nipples are very sexy. Are they always that big?"

"No."

"So why are they so stiff right now?"

"You're not that naive," Lainie answered. "You know perfectly well why they are erect."

"I want to hear you say it." I began to stroke my cock.

"My nipples are big and stiff and sensitive because I am very excited. I'm so excited, I ache." She nodded at my hand moving slowly on my cock. "That's why."

"Do you like to have your nipples sucked."

"Oh, yes."

"Would you like to have your nipples sucked right now?"

"That depends. Can you reach them and keep your butt planted on that chair?"

"No."

"Well then, there's your answer."

I shrugged and grinned. "It was worth a try."

Lainie had slipped a hand onto her pussy. She was slowly rubbing herself, making small circles, timing her movements with my slow strokes. It was like dancing. I sped up a little. So did she. I slowed and she followed.

"Let me see it."

"See what?" Lainie was teasing. She giggled.

"Your... your pussy."

"Don't you mean my cunt? I think Lainie likes to use dirty words. Just saying the word cunt makes me want to show it to you. Would you like to fuck my cunt with that big cock?"

I wasn't falling for that. "I would love to fuck your cunt but my butt is planted."

"That's right. So what do you want?"

"I want to see it. I want to see your cunt."

She quickly lay back on the bed, lifted her hips and whipped off the gown. I got a brief flash of her slit before she popped back into a sitting position. Her knees were together. I could see a dusting of blonde pubic hair, but not much else.

But I could smell her. I inhaled deeply. "Delicious," I said. Her scent made my cock harder and my hand move faster. Lainie watched me, her knees still clamped together. She was rolling a nipple between a thumb and a finger.

"Now show me a hot cunt. Show me the hottest cunt in town."

Lainie shifted back a little on the bed, lifted a foot and placed it on the bed. Her pussy opened up like a plump clamshell. It glistened pink. I could see the slot where I was going to fit my thick cock. I could see her clit, standing tall. I understood why they called it the man in the boat.

"Wow," I said. We both laughed.

"I thought about shaving it," Lainie said. "Would you like that?"

"I like pubic hair. Some anyway. Does having a bald cunt (I was deliberately using the word) appeal to you?"

"In a way. It's so slutty, you know?"

"Yes." I was stroking my cock again. Lainie was making circles around her clit again.

"My cunt is so wet." A long finger disappeared and reappeared. Back to the circles, going faster. So was my hand on my cock. The finger disappeared. "Are you going to come again?"

"Oh, yes," I gasped. "This is so fucking hot. You're so fucking hot."

"Wait for me," Lainie panted. "I'm so close. Are you getting close too?"

I grunted. I was right on the edge, but holding back.

"Oh, yes, I am getting so close. I'm going to come and then you will squirt and I'm going to come again." Her hand was a blur. "Oh yes." I could feel the come start to rise in my cock. "Yes," said Lainie, "Yes, yes, yes YES! Now! YES!" Her entire body froze and then a shudder ripped through her. When she said now, I had liftoff. "I'm coming," I shouted.

"Aaaagh!" came out of Lainie as my hot come splattered on her leg. "Uunngh. Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!" Her body shuddered again, then a second time and a third before she became still. We were both panting. I was drained, exhausted. Mom wasn't in much better shape.

After a couple of minutes, Mom rolled off the bed and picked up her nightgown. She stood there naked. I couldn't tear my eyes from her. "Did you enjoy that?"

"I had a great time tonight, Lainie. Thanks."

"Would you like to do more next time?"

"You bet!" More? I was just happy there was going to be a next time.

"That's up to you. These are the boundaries for now. The incentive? When I see progress, you get more."

"Progress? What do you mean? What do you want from me?"

"I want you to get a life. Good night."

With that she left the room. I waited a few minutes and headed down the hall to her bedroom. I paused for a few seconds, and then knocked on her door. I stuck my head back in the room. It smelled of her sex. "Good night Mom. I love you."

"Good night Nathan. I love you, too."