Southern Hospitality Ch.03

Ash looked himself over in his bedroom mirror critically, finding himself oddly self-conscious about his looks.

He had been texting Laura all throughout the day and they had agreed that dressing pretty casual would draw the least suspicion, so he had. He wore a simple patterned t-shirt and some blue jeans, combined with a pair of trainers that he had at least taken the time to clean. But..

He bit his lip in consternation. It just didn’t feel right. He wanted to be as dressed up as he could possibly be, he wanted to look like a prince for her, it was the least she deserved after all for all that she was doing to teach him about himself. He let out a delicate little sigh and shook his head, he could make himself look better.

Pulling out a hairbrush he made the effort to run it through his dark hair as he stood before his reflection, judgingly eying himself over as he sorted his hair.

Curiously, he turned to the side to see a better angle of what really mattered and couldn’t help but blush as he realized his own actions. Just a few days ago when getting ready to go out he would never have considered how his outfit would make his ass look, but this was just the sort of thing he thought about now. The belt around his waist seemed a little loose, causing the fabric to bunch slightly.

Ash set down the brush and pulled up his jeans, tightening his belt slightly, accentuating the bubble of his ass in the tightness of his fabric. It looked.. Alright, he supposed. He wondered if it would be good enough for her, since it was her approval and desire he craved after, after all.

Reaching for his phone he checked the time, an edge of panic settling in him as he realized it was already half five! He only had another thirty minutes before his date with Laura, which was hardly enough time to get suitably ready in. He bit his lip and wriggled out of his jeans, searching through his clothes for another, tighter pair, something to better display himself to her.

As he did so he couldn’t help but think about what he was doing and why as he struggled to understand the thoughts and feelings fluttering around inside of him. All of this was so new, so wrong, but so right. He knew he had very quickly become oh so very infatuated with Laura, perhaps unreasonably so. She was what he had seemingly been waiting for all his life, someone unique, beautiful, with a special extra package that had awoken something inside of him that he knew he wouldn’t be able to suppress ever again. Not that he would want to. She was just perfect. She was the one for him. Almost.

There was still one or two small, minor, glaring issues, as much as he wanted to and as much as he tried to deny it, the age gap was prominent. That and when it came down to it, this was his first real foray into any form of sexual experience. Was this really love? Or just lust?

That didn’t matter now as he didn’t have the time free to think about that. He felt his heart fluttering, panicking that he wouldn’t be ready as he squeezed into his pants, watching the bubble of his ass form in the fabric, perfect. But he still had to wash his face, brush his hair again, pick out a scent..

Laura sat on the edge of her bed, nude, the jeans and top she had selected rested on the bed beside her in an unpoliced heap, waiting for her. She watched herself in her mirror, her eyes half glazed as she reclined against her bed on one hand, her other wrapped around her thick cock, stroking it.

She knew that a date with Ash would keep her constantly hot and horny, so a quick ‘workout’ before she left would at least keep her monster cock down long enough to let her enjoy the experience. Or so she hoped, at least.

Her hand gripped the shaft of her cock, soft moans escaping her already red painted lips as she worked herself, slow but steady, watching herself in the reflection, enjoying how each tug up shifted her heavy balls in their smooth sack, and each bounce at the bottom caused her heavy full breasts to bounce slightly.

In her youth, her breasts had sat higher on her chest and not been quite so soft, and while they did hang slightly lower than they once did, they were in no way unattractive, especially, she knew, to a young impetuous boy like Ash.

She leaned up, still stroking her cock and watched herself as her other hand moved up her body to weigh and cup one of her heavy breasts, plucking on her stiff nipple eliciting another shiver of pleasure to course through her body. She pulled the sensitive nub away from her body, lifting her breast until the weight tugged it from between her fingers, her breast bouncing back into place against her chest.

She wasn’t a thin woman she knew, she was fuller of form, curvy, voluptuous, but when she was hot and horny as she was now she simply adored her body, admired the curves, the way her weight sat enticingly on her ass, breasts, and hips, the softness of her stomach just giving her a slightly cuddly look. It was only in the afterglow that she saw herself differently.

“Ah.. Fuck..” she whispered, glancing down to an object beside her on the bed. She picked up her phone and unlocked it in a practiced swish of her finger, tracing a pattern. She placed it on her bare thigh and bit her lip as she brought up her phones gallery and scrolled through her camera roll until she found the picture she wanted, a selfie she had had Ash send her, his back to a mirror, glancing over his shoulder at his phone as he snapped the sexy little shot with his pants lowered below the smoothness of his pale ass cheeks, showing off the goods to her.

She stared at the picture with half-lidded eyes, fantasizing about what they had done before and what was to come tonight, her cock between those cheeks, inside him, fucking him.

The thought was enough to push her over the edge she had been teetering on. She grunted, biting her lip, reaching for a paper issue and holding it to the tip of her cock as her balls twitched, her cock throbbing between her warm fingers as she came, spending her thick load in the white tissue, feeling it pulse out of her cock as waves of pleasure ran through her body, thinking only of him.

Swallowing and panting softly she carefully folded up the tissue and tossed it into a little wastepaper basket alongside several others, watching as her cock started to deflate, curving as it moved to settle back down between her thighs.

She picked up her phone again and bit her lip, panting softly as she recovered from her spend, eying the picture of his delicious ass for one last long moment before closing it, checking the time. She still had an entire half-hour before she was due to leave. More than enough time to dress, sort her hair and check her makeup.

She stood and dressed, humming softly as she did, pulling on her underwear and tucking her cock away snugly before sliding into her jeans, picking up a bra and a carefully pre-selected top that would suit her goals.

As she did she had time to think in her afterglow. Her heart was being pulled in two directions, her mind told her, especially now just after cumming just how wrong it was, that he was too young for her, that while she was, yes, enjoying it and she had no doubt so was he, she was setting him up for disappointment. Where did she think she could take this? A happily ever after with a teen? At her age? It was a fling, and one that would ultimately end up hurting him. One she should end.

However, her impetuous dick had other plans. It didn’t care about any long term repercussions, it needed satisfaction. And the age gap.. Well, that was just fucking hot. She straightened her back a little and found a small smirk at her lips as she eyed herself over in her outfit. Ash, that hot little piece of ass, found her attractive. Her! He adored her curves, loved her body and practically worshiped her cock.

Her smirk slipped some as she noticed how tight her jeans were around her, causing a little bit of her stomach to spill out over the top, a wholly unattractive look. It was in moments like these now that her body wasn’t so appealing to her and she longed for the tighter figure she had once cultivated when younger.

She adjusted her jeans to better distribute her curves and stood straight on again to the mirror, the top she had chosen was maybe a little inappropriate given that most people would see her and Ash as a mother-son pairing, she had after all started with a thickly padded bra that seemed to give her already very impressive bust an extra cup size, then stuffed it into a low cut tight top that ensured that all attention would be on her bountiful cleavage.

She pursed her lips, inspecting her makeup critically, every aspect of which was designed to make her look younger, contouring and hiding lines. But her looks aside, she had to make decisions, she knew she truly couldn’t keep leading him on like she was. But.. She wouldn’t and couldn’t flake on tonight. She wanted to spend every second with him that she could before she had to, ultimately, let him go, a fact that was becoming increasingly harder to deny.

She glanced down at her phone, picking it up and glancing over it unsurely. She had to steel herself, she had to make the right decision, even if it wasn’t the one she necessarily wanted to. She swallowed and unlocked her phone, going into her contacts list and searching down. It might not be for her own good, but it would be for his. Tonight he would be hers. She would enjoy every aspect of it, not worry about the future, just enjoy her moment in the sun while she could. But after tonight..

She moved to sit back on the edge of her bed, one hand running over the fabric anxiously as she dialed a number and held the phone to her ear. Waiting.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

Maybe they wouldn’t answer? If they didn’t answer then she couldn’t say she hadn’t tried. Maybe even..

“Hey, Aunty! How’re you?” A bubbly voice gushed over the phone.

Laura deflated a little, but resolved herself, this was for the best, “Hey hon, how’ve you been? Got a minute to talk?..”


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Ash walked downstairs, it was ten to six but he couldn’t wait any longer, though he wanted to check his hair again and make sure there weren’t any loose hairs on his t-shirt, he’d go across to Laura’s now, she would be ready by now, surely? And if she wasn’t.. Well, that would mean he would get to watch her getting ready. He blushed just thinking about it.

He stepped towards the door and put his hand on the door handle, stopping only as a voice caught his attention.

“Going out sweetie?” a soft curious voice.

He paused, pursing his lips a little guilty as he looked over to find his mom, who in his eagerness he had completely forgotten about, sat comfortably in front of the TV, eying him quizzically.

“Uhh..” he hesitated, a big mistake.

Her curious expression broke into a smirk as she drank in the subtle details. Slight guilt in his expression, brushed hair, clean shoes. “Oooh.. I see.. Should I expect you back tonight or will you be spending your time with ‘not Laura’s niece’?..” she smirked, a sarcastic tone edging into her voice.

He flushed with color for being so easily caught, and yet if only she knew the truth of it. “Ah.. I.. We..” he stammered.

She fluttered a hand at him, glancing back to her show. “Go, go be young. Just use a condom okay?” she said, teasingly.

He flushed even brighter, he was entirely unsure about her, about her involvement in all this, if there even was any. “I er.. Thanks, mom.” He said, embarrassed as he stepped outside.

It was quite a warm night, but compared to the heat flaring in his cheeks from his own mother suggesting he use condoms tonight, it seemed comparatively cold. He leaned against his door for a moment, letting out a long shaky breath.

He was so anxious. He was going on a date, a real, actual date, not just with a girl but with a real actual woman, with curves, lust, and a cock.

Ash swallowed and cut across the grass to get to Laura’s just a little bit faster.

Laura looked up as she heard the knock on her door, she tucked her phone away into a cute little handbag and placed it on one shoulder, giving her golden hair one last look over before she made her way downstairs and to her door, opening it with a smile.

He inhaled sharply at the sight of her, her jeans and top hugging her full figure, save for her cleavage, which was noticeably free of fabric. She looked at him coyly, as if waiting for his reaction.

“W-wow..” he said simply, letting out a little laugh as she smiled and blushed, a hand again bouncing her blonde hair, a little self-conscious habit of hers. “You look beautiful, Laura. I mean really, really beautiful.”

She blushed brighter and stepped forward with a little laugh, shutting and locking the door behind her as she motioned for him to head to the car. She turned to watch him as he walked, admiring his tempting ass in its tight confines and feeling a stir in her own jeans, she had to bite her lip, if she hadn’t of sorted herself out she would already be in trouble, dragging him into her house and do animalistic things with him, but they had a reservation to keep. Her lust could wait, for now at least.

He slid into the car beside her and Laura glanced sidelong at him, he wasn’t just looking at her, he was staring.