All characters are 18 years of age or older. Here's another one shot. I've been working alongside with this one with a few other stories. Feel free to comment and vote all you like. If you have any critique please tell me so I can get better.
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Proxima Erotica:
It was late Friday night, early Saturday morning when I got the text from an unknown number. I had just dropped Julia off at home. The date had been nice. It was our third time going out and ended in some heavy petting but no further. Julia liked to think of herself as a good girl. She didn't fuck on the first date. There was a three-date minimum or, so she said. I respected that. I looked at it as one hell of a tease. I stopped along the long drive way and read the text.
'My car will pick you up tomorrow at noon. Dress casually and don't be late. I abhor tardiness.'
It wasn't signed but I suspected by the timeliness and where I was when I got it that Julia's mom had sent the text. I drove home and watched the mansion's lights fade into the distance. Julia came from a shit ton of money. Her mother was a professional wife. She married often and divorced just as often. She had just cut loose her ninth or was it tenth husband. She had gotten one hell of a settlement and was celebrating. Julia had kept me in the loop as the end of her mother's latest marriage went from critical to terminal. Proxima, Julia's mother, got bored of men quite easily. She was barely in her thirties and already a multimillionaire. I hadn't met her yet, but I had looked up pictures of her on the net. She was the kind of beautiful that poets and warriors languished over. She had started out life as a runway model and did quite well from her teens on.
'Marry well, but divorce better,' her mother had told her.
She had shared that in one of her television interviews. It looked like she had taken that advice to heart. Did she want to meet me since I was dating her daughter? Julia had always been hesitant when it came to her mom. I only brought it up since she seemed to be the old-fashioned type. She was only the second girl I had ever dated. I hung out with my friends and some of them were girls, but they were always dating someone else.
'I'll be there by noon,' I texted her back. 'I like to drive.'
My car left the gated community of Rose Garden Heights. The main drag wasn't as well lit as the private space behind me. The road dipped into the valley and a light fog crept up and surrounded me. The further down I went the heavier the fog. The night took on a surreal quality and a strange silence engulfed the car. I slowed and turned on the radio. My MP3 player was hooked up to it and a moment later Blue Oyster Cult's Veteran of the Psychic Wars was blaring from the speakers.
I half expected to see a buxom Tarakian to come swooping out of the fog on her winged war beast. Getting in the mood I grabbed the player and set Sammy Hagar's Heavy Metal Noise next. You could always tell when an 80's song came on. The opening had a power and uniqueness to it that screamed this is real music mother fucker. Soon I was singing along with my music as the unceasing fog continued to obfuscate the world around me. There was the occasional set of headlights from the opposite direction but nothing in front or behind me. My side of the road was empty except for me of course. I turned down my street and god damn if it didn't look like something out of a slasher film. There were few houses with any lights on and the fog obscured the light posts to the point where they were diffused globes of pale radiance. I pulled onto our driveway and parked. Mom opened the front door the minute I closed the driver's side door. The fog robbed the sound muffling it to a dull thud.
"Brooklyn, get inside."
"I am coming." I replied as I crossed from the ethereal back into the real world.
"Thank god you are home." Mom said hugging me tight reeking of alcohol. "I was so worried when this fog sprang up out of nowhere. Did Julia get home okay?"
"I dropped her off."
"Come on in, I made some coffee to warm up unless you are off to bed."
"Nah, you look like you could use some company. What's wrong?"
"It's your dad..." She began slurring her words badly.
I waved her off. The sperm donor had left when I was still in the womb. I had little use for him. Mom looked shocked at my callous reaction but what the hell did she expect. He had abandoned us and never looked back or called once. If he was dying, then good fucking riddance! Poor mom was drunk as a skunk and that surprised me. She hadn't mentioned him in years. Now, out of the blue she seems busted up over him dying.
"Why now?" I asked as she stared at me.
"Now, well now it is too late to make up for what happened." She said her eyes half focused. "I used to make movies you know."
"Movies? What are you going on about?" I asked as she sipped her coffee.
"I was the finest cocksucker at the studio. I made a ton of money sucking dick." She said looking past me. "That is how I met your dad. He was hung like a minotaur. I used to say bull, but he used to joke it was bigger than that. Are you hung like a minotaur kiddo? Do you take after your dad?"
"MOM," I fired back in surprise. "Jeez... yeah, I take after dad." I said, and she smiled. "You did pornos when you were younger huh. With a body like that I shouldn't be surprised."
"Ooh, did you just compliment my tits? Naughty boy, sons shouldn't lust after their mothers but in my case, I will let it slide, right between them." She said cupping her breasts. "Where was I?"
"You and dad and why he never called or wrote." I reminded her.
"He is in jail of course. After the robbery he and the others were caught. They never recovered the money and they never will now."
"Money, did dad rob someone?"
"He and his friends robbed a bank," she smiled. "It is one of the biggest unsolved robberies. Sure, they caught those involved but never recovered all that money."
"How much exactly, and how do you know so much?"
"Six million and I hid it for them." She admitted. "I was the one that converted it all to gold coins. Six million back then but now... something like twenty-four million give or take."
"Holy shit mom! Why are you telling me this now? Oh, he is dying. Is that why we moved around so much when I was growing up?"
"Yeah, he got me pregnant just before the robbery. He has never even seen a picture of you. It broke his heart but that is how much he loved us. He only wanted to protect us and now no one knows. It is your inheritance. I've got all the paperwork written up should something happen to me. I miss his cock so much. He used to pound the shit out of me like a god damn machine... I am so drunk."
"I never knew. I hated him for so damn long." I admitted, and mom broke down. "You really do have nice tits." I joked as she hugged me tight.
"Show it to me," she moaned as she rubbed my groan. "Ooh, it is big! Let me see it just once."
"You really are drunk," I told her even as her clever fingers unzipped me. "MOM... your hands are cold."
"Damn, it is bigger than his. The head is so cute, like a big 'ol mushroom. Can I taste it?"
"UNNNN mom, cut it out... quit stroking it like that..."
"MMMMM..." she moaned as her hands moved faster. "Just a little taste of precum... a girl can tell a lot about a man by his cum."
"What's gotten into you?" I asked.
"If I get my way... you." She giggled. "If you don't like this why are you so damn hard? Your mouth says no but your cock says yes."
I tried to argue, to stop her but she was on her knees and licking me like a woman possessed. I grabbed her by the hair but that just made things worse. She opened her mouth and gobbled up the head in one go. I gasped and as my fingers dug into her hair her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh. I pushed her head back, but she would then push forward. We set up a rhythm without my meaning to. Soon she was taking half my cock between her lips. My strength wavered as the pleasure increased. It was obvious I couldn't stop her, so I decided to finish it as quick as I could. I grabbed the other side of her head and began pumping my hips. Mom let me take over and focused on pleasuring me. She hadn't lied. She was the best little cocksucker I had ever been with. The forbidden thoughts came without me wanting them to.
"I bet you fuck like a fiend too." I said without warning. "Damn, that set you off. Shit woman, your mouth is driving me crazy!"
Her head pistoned forward and back until I warned her how close I was. She never relented and when I climaxed she swallowed my load. She kept stroking the shaft until I had quit shaking and the cry died on my lips. My mom looked up from her spot and tipped her chin up and swallowed one last time. One moment we had been talking and now my sperm was heading for her stomach. She stood triumphant and a gleam of wickedness blazing in her eyes. She lifted her shirt up revealing her naked breasts. Mom had it off and on the floor in no time. She liked the way I stared at them and turned around. She bent over at the waist and tugged off her bicycle shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties of course. Mom was obviously aroused, and her wet slit was proof of that.
"I haven't had a man look at me like that in some time." She moaned. "You can see how wet I am... oh god... is that your tongue?"
"Fair is fair," I said before I returned to eating her out.
"You are good, really good," she praised my technique. "My clit... oh that's it... MMMM damn it I have missed this."
