Chapter 4
Mitch came twice more as he sat in front of his computer and pulled up various pictures of his mom, both times spewing his load all over the front of her black sweater, the heavy wads of milky semen glistening lewdly as they sat heavy and wet on the soft black fabric.
As she always did, his mother phoned him to check in and let him know they were on their way home. They had started doing this when he was younger and being left on his own for the first few times, calling home to make sure he was okay and to let him know they were on their way. His mother had just kept doing it, even though he'd grown older and no longer needed their supervision. Mitch loved it, knowing it gave him time to clean up from his numerous JO sessions. This time, his mother had called just after he'd pasted her sweater for the third time. Once he hung up the phone, Mitch used his cum towel and wiped off the front of the sweater, returning it to close to the shape he'd found it in when he'd first pilfered it from her laundry basket.
"Hmmm, it might be time to replace you, buddy," he muttered to himself as he looked at his cum-laden towel and stuffed it back into his gym bag. Wiping up the numerous loads of cum daily, plus wiping the greasy Vaseline off his hands resulted in him having to replace his cum-towel about every two months. His mother had started to notice her towel supply had started to slowly deplete, so Mitch took it upon himself to go a crappy store that dealt in liquidated merchandise and bought himself two or three dark-colored towels a couple of times a year, stashing the unused ones away in the back of his closet until he needed them. The one he'd been using was getting pretty heavy, almost overdue to be thrown out.
Mitch returned his mother's sweater and bra to her laundry basket, placing them one over the other, just as he'd found them. It was only a couple of minutes later before he heard the garage door opening and he got to the kitchen just as his parents stepped into the house. While his father picked up his briefcase and started sorting through some papers, Mitch's eyes immediately zeroed in on his mother's huge tits, the heavy round orbs looking fantastic in the nubby white cowl-neck sweater.
"How was your evening, sweetie?" Nicole said as she stepped up to her son, raised herself up on tiptoes and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, tracing one long red fingernail along his jaw-line as she stepped back. Mitch had grown into a handsome young man, his awkward teenage body filling out nicely in the last couple of years. The gangly youth had been replaced by the well-toned young man now standing before her, 175 pounds nicely displayed on his 6'-1" frame. He was taller, and bigger all around than her husband, and she realized he'd taken after her side of the family. His wavy brown hair and handsome features would make him a real catch for some girl, one day.
"My evening was fine, Mom," Mitch replied as his mother's sensual fragrance wafted into his senses. He could smell her alluring perfume combined with the scent of the red wine she'd consumed, giving her a teasingly inviting appeal that flicked at his libido, sending a jolt right to his groin. Feeling his cock start to stir, he stuffed his hands into his pockets in order to try and keep it under control. "How was dinner?"
"It was fantastic. I always love the filet mignon at Rubio's. That steak and a nice glass of Bordeaux can't be beat. What did you do, having the house all to yourself for a couple of hours?" Mitch was surprised at the provocative look his mother gave him, as if she knew exactly what he'd been up to. She reached out and traced her talon-like nail across the front of his t-shirt teasingly, making him shiver.
"N....nothing," he said hurriedly with a shake of his head. "I just slogged away at my homework. Justin and I have a presentation in Communications class tomorrow and I needed to get some stuff done for that."
"You work too hard," Nicole said with a coquettish smile on her face as she continued to trace her fingertips back and forth across her son's broad muscular chest. She thought she'd toy with him a bit, to see how he'd react. She lowered her voice, almost to a breathy whisper. "All work and no play makes Mitch a dull boy."
"Oh fuck....." Mitch thought to himself, his mother's stroking finger driving him crazy. He pushed his hands further into his pants pockets, his fingertips pushing his rising cock down.
"Time to hit the sack," his father said as he strode across the kitchen, unknowingly interrupting the strange mother and son scenario taking place. "I've got a lot of stuff to get done at work tomorrow before heading out Saturday morning. Are you coming to bed, dear?"
"I'll be right there," Nicole said as she and Mitch watched Rick head towards the master bedroom. She turned back to her son, reaching up and fixing a stray lock of Mitch's hair that had fallen forward, that alluring fragrance enveloping her son once more. "Seriously, Mitch, I know how important your studies are to you, but you need to relax and get out more—all you do with your free time is stay around the house and work with your photography and your computer."
Mitch shrugged, knowing she was right—he spent all his free time working on his collection of pictures of her, the fuel for his numerous daily jack-off sessions.
"Really," Nicole continued, "a handsome young man like you, you should ask a girl out sometime. I'm sure they're lining up just hoping you'll ask."
"Ah, no. I don't think so, Mom."
"Don't sell yourself short, sweetheart. I know if I was a girl at your school, I'd go out with you anytime." Mitch had a shocked look on his face as his mother stepped closer and kissed him full on the mouth, her soft lips pressing warmly against his. She let the kiss linger longer than usual, and just as she pulled back, Mitch swore he felt her nip ever so gently on his bottom lip, the provocative gesture sending an electric jolt right to his swollen prick. "Good night, dear." She turned and walked away, leaving Mitch gasping. He watched her lush buttocks sway teasingly beneath her tight skirt, and he almost groaned as he thought about burying his cock deep into her from behind, pounding her deep into the mattress all night long. He waited until he heard the door close to his parent's bedroom and then raced to his own room, his cock in need of immediate attention already. He pushed his computer mouse in order to awake his computer from "sleep mode" and then hurriedly tore off his clothes. Within seconds he had the Vaseline out and his circling hand was stroking his rampant prick once more. It took two more loads before he was able to calm himself enough to sleep, his dreams filled with decadent fantasies of his hot sexy mother.