Son for Hire: Chapter 47 (Patreon)

I am woken in the middle of the night by a knock at my bedroom door.  “Mrrmm.”  I groan and roll over.  “Kiki?”  Sitting up I rub my eyes and gather my wits.  Getting up out of bed I hurry to the door and end up stubbing my toe in the dark on a moving box.  “Ouch!  Mother fucker.”  I grunt.  Hopping the rest of the way to the door I open it up.  “What’s the mat…ter…?”

There at my door stands a figure taller and far fuller than my diminutive sister.  Even in the gloom and through blurry waking eyes I knew those thick curves anywhere.

“Mom!?”  I gasp.

“Hey baby.”  She says softly.

Behind her I hear Kiki say.  “I’ll leave you two be.”  Then the click of her bedroom door shutting.  A moment later music begins to play, not obtrusive but loud enough to give Evelyn and I at least a bit of privacy.

I still couldn’t believe my eyes and I wonder if this is a dream.  She was real alright.  I could feel her warmth and smell her beautiful fragrance.  It still seemed unreal though.  Our visits were always one way, me out there, never the reverse.  She had come a long way in the dead of night to a very unsavory part of the city just to see me.  This had to be important.

“What…are you doing here?”

In response she steps forward to wrap her arms around me and pull me into a loving hug.  I melt in her arms.  Laying my head on her shoulder and placing my hands on her hips I lean my weight into her to be held.  There in my doorway she holds me close as if scared that I might slip away at any moment.  I didn’t understand what was happening but I was happy that it was.

When she does let go I lean back to look at her.  The only light in room came from my window and the crack beneath Kiki’s door and in the dark her fair skin seemed to glow.  She wore a pale blouse and dark knee length skirt, the colors indistinguishable in the low light.  Her hair was brushed back but not done up and on her face she wore no make up that I could discern.  Seeing her here this shabby little place was so weird.  Like a lone wildflower blooming up through the packed earth of a scrap yard she was as much out of place here as I had been during my last second call out to her place.  I actually felt embarrassed for her to see how I lived.  She didn’t seem to see any of it though as her eyes never left my face.

I go to speak but she places her fingertips at my lips to stop me.  With the subtle control of a ballroom dancer she leads me back into my room and closes the door behind her.  Taking me back to my bed she pushes the sheets and blankets away then lays me down, having to bend all the way down because of how low my bed was right now.  She then sits her wide rear end down at the side.  I lay gazing up at her and wondering what she was going to do with me.  Her motions smooth and confident she turns the waist of my shorts and unties the draw string before pulling my shorts and underwear down and right off of my legs.

Her smile brightens the room as she takes a moment just to admire my naked body laying beside her.  Well, nearly naked.  From her pocket comes a small item that glints metallic, my key.  She had this calm contented look about her as she unlocked my cage and oh so gently removed it from my package.  She tucks the key safely away back in her pocket and sets the cage down on the floor.

“Mom…”  I sigh as I feel my dick slump free, able to breath again.  She shakes her head no so I fall quiet again.

Reaching across my body she takes my right hand and brings it to my penis.  Without hesitation I take it in a light grip…and begin to stroke.

She smiles and gives a single nod to tell me that I was doing what she intended.  Sidling up right against me she takes my left hand upon her lap to hold it as her right reaches up to stroke my cheek.  With Kiki’s pop music filtering through the wall of the near empty room with the orange-white illumination of a street light diffused through the curtain I lay and masturbate as she watches.  We stare into each other’s eyes as the quiet rubbing of skin on skin sets into a steady rhythm from my hand stroking up and down my engorged manhood.

Not a word is spoken.  The only communication needed happens through our eyes and faces and hands.  There were no orders or directions or conditions this time.  She lets me pleasure myself at my own pace and in my own way she sits at my side like a mother watching over a child with a fever.  Her free hand brushes the hair from my forehead and strokes my cheek and neck as the other keeps my left hand firmly help on her soft legs.  Her clothed, me naked and exposed.  Her sitting tall over me, me prone on my bed.  Her calm and in control, me beginning to huff and writhe as the erotic feelings grow inside of me.  In a myriad of subtle ways she was stamping her dominance over me as surely as the most cruel leather-clad dominatrix, yet doing so in a way that made me feel big even as it made me feel small.

My breathing picks up, little gasps and moans escaping me as I pleasured myself with my hand.  My nut was coming on quick.   I hadn’t cum since I last saw Evelyn, this combined with locking myself up at nights meant I my balls already felt near to bursting before I’d even begun.  With Mom watching me so adoringly, her proud smile a steady beacon as she sees the sexual pleasure express itself in my face and motions and sounds, I really wanted to show her how big a load I could shoot for her so I do nothing to slow my climax’s approach.  My fapping gets louder and faster, my body squirming as my lust took over, and my whimpers get louder until I can hold it back no longer.

“Hah…ah…ahhh.”  I let out quiet little gasps, trying to keep my voice low, as my seed erupts out onto my bare belly.

She holds her hand against my cheek and brings the other to her heart as her smile grows.  Gazing deep into me she watches the lewd ecstasy claim me with pure joy.  My hips buck and my abs flex as milk my spurting cock out onto myself.  I’d jerked off more times than I could count but this nut was special, Evelyn’s mere presence and attention made even self love so much greater.  I wanted to shoot a big load for her and that is exactly what I do.  I don’t stop cumming until my balls were well and truly spent.

“Ohhhhh.”  I mewl in bliss.

When it is all over she takes the hand on her chest and lays it down on mine.  She then pulls my other hand off of my cock and lays this one over top the other.  From her purse she produces tissues and wet wipes.  Still silent she gently and dotingly cleans up the large jizzy mess from my belly and softening cock.  With a final diligent pull of my dick she wipes away the dribble and places the soiled tissue on the floor with the others.

Leaning down she finishes it with a very tender kiss to my penis.  “Good boy.”

Reaching over me she pulls the blankets back to cover from my chest down.  “Thank you.”  I whisper.

“Feel better?”  She asks.

I nod.

“Good.”  She shifts higher up the bed, her hip pressed against the side of my arm to loom over me like the goddess that she was.  Petting my hair she just gazes on me for a time.  She gives me a few minutes to savor this moment and the wonderful afterglow of my orgasm.  Then, at last, she gets to the reason she’d come.  “I’m here now baby.  We can talk without anybody else hearing.”  She leans down to kiss me then rises up again.  “Tell me why you called me tonight.”  Before I could even reply with something frivolous she adds earnestly.  “The real reason.”