The Life of John Smith Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Never a Dull Moment

The rest of the year was fantastic. For one thing, mother was employed by a fellow worker of Mr. Logan’s at a very good wage and there was no longer a need to cut off the heat to my room. There was no mention of me moving to mother’s bed. She was pleased with her job and no longer experienced the mood swings she had before. In fact, she was so stable that I no longer worried about her. She avoided going for drinks after work by insisting I take the car each day and thus she could say as an excuse, “I’m being picked up after work by my son.” This gave me the chance to spend more alone time with Andrea. Hardly a day passed without her giving me a hand or blow job as well as me eating out her pussy. Except of course that one week each month that Nature has set aside for cleansing of her womb.

Mother no longer insisted I tell her what my girlfriend and I did. It was as if she had decided to let me have some privacy or maybe to grow up. She did, on a few occasions, when Andrea had her own family obligations that kept us apart, insist I come to bed with her. I know she felt a need for sexual satisfaction because she would explain that it was her needs that we were now satisfying.

The first time this happened was at Thanksgiving. The company where mother and Mr. Logan worked closed for the week, so Andrea’s father took his family to a distant city to spend the holiday with his family. Mr. Logan had arranged for Andrea to miss school, but I had to attend. On Monday when I came home after school, I found mother drinking hard liquor straight from a bottle. She was just drunk enough to lose her inhibitions. She greeted me with, “Thank god you are finally home. I need you so bad.”

“I came straight from school,” I said.

“I know but I need you.”

“Why? What happened?”

“As you know, I’ve been a good girl. I haven’t gone to bed with anyone but you in years now and as you know you haven’t been with me in months.”

“I thought we were doing good,” I said as I gently pried her fingers from the half empty bottle.

“We were, but I had that hid away. After I found you had taken the car, and I was stuck here alone, I dug it out and…” She dissolved into tears. I should not have but, I could not resist comforting her. Before I knew it, we were in her bed fucking. I had not had my dick in a pussy since I last screwed mother in September. She assured me it was safe, saying, “I just got off the rag.”

It was so pleasurable having my dick in her pussy that when she said I should skip school the next day so we could spend the day screwing, I almost did; however, I did go to school after a morning fuck. I had to wake her to do it but I still made it to school on time. I came home immediately after school. I found mother drunk again. She had finished off the bottle of liquor from the day before. Too late I told myself, I should have poured it out. But it made little difference to me since she was a good fuck, drunk or sober. She was only in her old raggedy house coat so I dropped my pants, bent her over the kitchen counter, flip up the house coat and sunk my dick into her. In five minutes, I had emptied a load of cum into her pussy and she had stopped crying.

She was not interested in food, but I made her sit at the table while I warmed some leftovers. She did eat but only after I promised to take her to bed after we ate. I fucked her twice that evening and we both slept the night away like the contented fuckers we were.

On Wednesday she gave me a quick wake-up blow job and then insisted I leave her the car because she wanted to shop for our Thanksgiving dinner. I extracted a promise from her that she would not have a drink. School let out a couple of hours early. I was home before mother. When she arrived, she was sober, and she had me unload the groceries. There was to be only the two of us for dinner, but she had enough food for ten. She began almost immediately preparing pumpkin pie and carrot cake. She said we would abstain from sex that day because she had so much to do. She insisted I sleep in my own bed. I must have been tired because I slept like a log, not waking until well after my usual time the next day. It was Thanksgiving Day and mother was already in the kitchen, too busy to give me any attention. She told me to have an eggnog for breakfast and then go away and leave her alone.

When I tasted the eggnog I had to ask, “Is there alcohol in this?”

“Only a little rum for flavor,” she said. I tried to talk with her about not drinking and she insisted a splash of rum was required in eggnog. Unaccustomed to alcohol, I noted its influence before I filled my glass the third time. After the third glass, I went to sleep. Mother woke me at two in the afternoon saying, “Here’s another eggnog. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

I had what I thought of as a hunger headache. The eggnog tasted a little stronger, but it quickly took my headache away. I ate until I was stuffed. Mother had poured her heart into that meal. It was not until after I had slept off the effects of the eggnog and turkey that mother was in receipt of both praise and an exhausting fuck. It was late so we just stayed in bed and when one of us awoke we would wake the other for another fuck.

Friday was almost entirely spent in mother’s bed, either sleeping or fucking. We did eat cold leftovers in bed several times. The sleeping was by my choice. The fucking was by mother’s direction.

Saturday morning when I woke in mother’s arms with a tit in my mouth.