Surrogate Mom Ch. 01

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So, how did I end up here? I would wonder often. I was your normal single mother who worked hard to accomplish everything in life. I wanted to raise my son by example, work hard, do the right thing, and everything would work out. Now, here I am, forty-two years old, with my mental health in turmoil. I am confused and don't know how I ended up here.

My name is Marybeth. Last year, I became an empty nester because my son, James, decided to join the military instead of going to college. James was born right after my twenty-third birthday. His father was barely involved in his life, so I had the full responsibility of raising him. Even though I had chosen the wrong man to have a child with, I had no regrets. After James was born, I worked my ass off to get a degree. Then, I worked to establish myself as a professional. I focused on my career and being the best parent possible. For eighteen years, I put my life on the back burner. I had not dated a lot. I was home most evenings, including the weekends. When I watched my son graduate high school and make his first adult decision to join the military, I couldn't have been prouder of the man I raised.

On James' last day before leaving for boot camp, I had family and friends over to say goodbye to him. I watched people get teary eyed over how much they were going to miss my son. I had to hold my shit together because my son was worried about leaving his mom all alone. This was going to be the first time since James was born that I would be without him. It was also going to be the first time I would live alone. I watched James and his best friend, Billy, interact all day. Billy and James have been inseparable since we moved to this neighborhood ten years ago. At his core, Billy is a good kid. His family has their struggles and aren't always the best people to be around.

Ten years ago, I had saved enough money for a down payment on a home. I bought a decent sized condo that I raised James in. Billy's family owned the condo below us. His father has always been in and out of the household. Billy's mother, Jane, would have what I liked to call "visitors" when Billy's father wasn't home. Because of their closeness, Billy would spend more time in our home than his own. Billy was going to be attending a trade school. Then he had an apprenticeship waiting for him to become an electrician. Sometimes, it was like raising two children. I was going to miss our pizza movie nights.

As the night wound down, James and Billy helped me straighten out the condo. The realization that this would be the last time I had the two of them helping me do anything caused me to get emotional. I couldn't hide it anymore, and I started crying. I saw Billy tap James and motion in my direction to alert him that something was wrong. James immediately came to me. "Mom, it's OK. You are going to be OK. I will call you every minute I can, I promise. Plus, I made Billy promise to check in on you and help you with everything I used to do. Please don't cry."

Then Billy chimed in, "I got you MB. I'm not giving up on pizza movie night. We can keep the tradition going until Jimmy comes home. I promise."

The two of them would do this when I got down on myself. It usually helped, but I knew this would be the last time they would be able to do this for the next four years. "I love you two. I'm sorry. I didn't want your last night home to be a downer. Billy, you better keep the tradition going. But it is still my turn to pick a movie on Friday. So, don't try to con me out of my turn." James and Billy laughed at my comment, which caused me to laugh. They would always try to con me out of picking a movie. They hated the girly movies I would make them watch.

The following morning, Billy and I drove James to the airport. I held my shit together while James was saying his goodbyes to Billy and me. Before he walked away, he told Billy, "Make sure you take care of my mom. You promised to check in on her."

Billy told James, "I will, I promise."

We watched James walk into the airport before we got in my car. Once we got in the car, I started bawling my eyes out. Billy was silent. I don't believe he knew how to react to seeing me upset. The remainder of the car ride was silent. When we got home, Billy hugged me. He told me, "MB, if you need anything, let me know. I am going to study, and I'll be home all night."

"Thank you, Billy. I will text you if I need anything. I'm going to try to figure out how to live alone for the first time." Billy is a good boy. I was proud of him and glad he was trying to learn a profession. He understood that school had never been his strong suit. I told him, "Let me know if you need help studying. I suddenly have a lot of available time." We smiled at my comment and went our separate ways.

My first day alone was a struggle. The apartment was quiet, so I tried to get comfortable on the couch and binge some TV, which made me tired. It was still early afternoon, and I wasn't much of a napper. I decided to go food shopping. I am an excellent cook. I thought I would make a nice dinner, get a bottle of wine, and try learning how to live alone.

When I got home, Billy was sitting on the front porch. When he saw me, he grabbed my grocery bags and brought them to my apartment. As he was leaving, I asked him, "Do you miss him already?"

"Yeah, I do, MB."

I could see it in his eyes. He was upset that his friend was gone, but I could also see something else was wrong. "What else is bothering you." I asked.

"Honestly, I am going to miss him, and I spent more time up here than I ever did downstairs. Now, I have to be around my mother more. She's not like you, MB. She's always angry, and she can't cook. Now I have to eat shitty food," he said with a laugh.

I laughed with him. I don't blame him for not wanting to be around his mother. She has always been a train wreck. I was happy that he wanted to continue to come up to my apartment. I had always assumed he was here because James was here. It made me feel good knowing he liked my company as well. I enjoyed having Billy around. I didn't want to make it weird for him by suggesting he should continue coming up without James around. Now that he mentioned it, I could share how much I would like him to continue coming to my apartment. "We can't have you eating shitty food, Billy. I realize James will not be here anymore, but that doesn't change anything. You are always welcome here. I don't like eating alone, so you can always come here and eat with me. As a matter of fact, you can use James' keys to let yourself in and out. They are on the hook by the front door. OK?"

I could see the relief in Billy's face. "Seriously, MB?"

I smiled back at him, "Seriously, Billy. You can spend as much time here as you want. You don't have to change just because James isn't here. I am going to start dinner soon. So, I hope you are hungry."

Billy was excited, "You are the best, MB! I'm starving. Do you mind if I go downstairs to grab my laptop so I can study?"

"Billy, you have never asked me if you could come and go before. Please stop asking. Now grab the keys, and I will see you when you get back." Throughout their teen years, I would wake up to Billy sleeping on my sofa. I felt terrible that Billy thought he couldn't keep coming to my apartment. I also didn't understand why he thought he wouldn't be welcome anymore. I poured myself a glass of wine as I prepared dinner. I was looking forward to having more alcohol now that I had more freedom. See, I thought, 'there are advantages to James going off to the military.'

Billy returned about forty-five minutes later. He sat at the dining room table on his laptop, waiting for supper. Once dinner was ready, I told Billy, "OK, Billy. Enough studying for tonight. Time to eat and shut everything down." Billy wasn't James, but he provided some consistency for me. It was nice seeing who Billy had become. I had always worried about him. His parents did not prioritize him the way they should have. I watched him work hard to get passing grades in school. He has grown since I first met him. Unlike James, Billy was a good athlete throughout high school. James and I would attend the football games to support him. Of course, his parents came sporadically. Now, he was turning into a nice young man heading towards adulthood. He was about six feet tall, in great shape, with a handsome baby face.

As we finished our dinner, Billy asked, "Do you want me to go back downstairs?"

This was a legitimate question. Usually, James and Billy controlled the living room, the only room with a TV. One of the things that I was looking forward to was being able to watch my reality TV shows. I told Billy, "You can stay if you want to. But I control the TV now. That is one of the changes I have made. You can stay but, no complaining about my show. OK?" After telling him this, I laughed because I knew how much he and James hated anything I watched.

Billy laughed at me before telling me, "OK, you win. I'll try not to complain. What time does your show come on?"

I was happy he chose to stay. It was my first night home alone, and I wasn't looking forward to being by myself. "It starts at nine. I'm going to take a bath after dinner, then watch my show." I told him about my plan to take a bath as a queue for him to come back after.

It was obvious that Billy didn't pick up on my queue. "Is it OK if I watch something until your show comes on?"

This was awkward. I wasn't entirely comfortable with Billy being here with me alone while I took a bath. Under normal circumstances, James would be here, and it was no big deal. Being able to utilize the bathroom while home alone was something I looking forward to. A few years ago, I took out a loan and had my bathroom redone. I had a large hydro-jet tub installed and looked forward to using it in privacy. I didn't want to make the situation weird or uncomfortable, so I told Billy, "Sure. Watch whatever you want. Do you need to use the bathroom before I get in? I don't want you knocking on the door bothering me while I'm in the tub." I would ask the same question whenever I used the bathroom, so Billy was used to this.

Billy used the bathroom as I waited in the living room with my towels and bottle of wine. Yes, bringing wine to the tub with me was a new rule, too. Billy noticed the bottle of wine and asked, "Wine in the tub, MB? Things are changing."

This made me laugh. "Yes, they are changing." Then I asked, "Billy, why do you call me MB?" Billy has called me this since he was a child. I never thought about asking him why.

Billy gave me a quizzical look before saying, "Because you have a long name. When I was a kid, it was easier for me." Then he asked, "Does it bother you?"

It did bother me. I never liked it. He was no longer a child. "Yes, it does. You are an adult now. You can shorten my name. Call me Mary from now on. Can you do that?"

Billy had a habit of being a smartass. It was an endearing quality he had. "OK, Beth. I will call you Beth from now on. I don't like Mary. It makes you seem old. It's an old lady's name. You look too young to be a Mary."

Billy's compliment made me blush. He was a sweet young man. No one has ever called me Beth. Most people call me by my full name, Mary for short. "Look at you, you little charmer. OK, you can call me Beth. It's better than MB. Now, get out of my way so I can take my bath."

As Billy headed to the couch, he made another smart-ass comment. "Enjoy your bath, Beth. I'm an adult now, so calling me little doesn't work for me. Especially when someone is as short as you are is saying it."

We both chuckled at his comment. "Touché, young man," I said as I walked into the bathroom. Once I got in the tub, I took offense to Billy's "short" comment. I am short, but I'm cute, I thought. He was right about me being young looking. I am forty-two, but I have held up well over time. People would tell me that I looked younger than my age. My body wasn't perfect, but I wasn't heavy. I had thick legs, hips, and ass. My waist was small enough that I could wear tight clothing, and my d-cup breasts had held up over the years. Then I thought about Billy's comment about being an adult. I opened the door for that, so I guess I asked for that response. I sat in the tub with jets on, drinking my wine, obsessing about that verbal exchange for about a half hour before getting out and drying off.

Once I was dried off, it dawned on me that I hadn't brought clothes with me to the bathroom. I would have to go to my bedroom wrapped only in a towel. Which meant I would have to walk by Billy like this. I gulped the wine I had left in my glass as I made the mad dash to my bedroom. While hurrying by Billy, I quickly said, "Don't look. Sorry, I left my clothes in my room. Please, don't look." I was mortified. Billy did not acknowledge me. I was not surprised. He was probably as uncomfortable as I was.

I quickly got dressed and went to the living room. Billy was sitting at one end of the couch while I sat at the other. "Are we good," I asked. I followed it up with, "Are you ready to be converted to a reality TV addict?"

Billy laughed at me. "Yeah, we are good. I'm not going to be addicted to this stuff. I'm here for you. Whatever we watch doesn't matter. I will watch this with you, but I will not like it."

Billy was such a sweetheart. He was here to make sure I was OK. Because James wasn't there, I could put my feet on the couch, and there was still plenty of room for both of us. "You're sweet. Thank you for being here with me. Do you have enough room? Are my feet in your way?"

"No, Beth, your feet aren't bothering me. I have plenty of room. You can put your feet on my lap if you need more room. Let's watch the show I know I am going to hate." Then he laughed at me again.

If it had been anyone but Billy, I would have thought the feet on his lap would have been a romantic gesture, but I realized it was not meant that way. It had been years since I was alone with a man, and I knew Billy's gesture was innocent. "Don't mind if I do," I said as I put my feet on his lap. "Let me know if they are bothering you."

"You're good. They aren't bothering me."

Once my show started, we were quiet. I will not lie; I liked that Billy was here with me. I enjoyed being able to stretch out on the couch. I was comfortable and at peace. As my show was about to end, I turned to ask Billy a question, but he had fallen asleep. When the show ended, I shook Billy's shoulder. "Billy, it's late. Are you staying here, or are you going downstairs?"

Billy looked at me groggily, "I'm going to stay here, MB. Good night." Then he sprawled out on the couch and went right back to sleep while I went to bed.

The following morning, I woke early to get ready for work. I did not think as I walked out of my bedroom in my panties and tank top. I quickly froze when I realized Billy was on the couch. He was still sleeping, so I hurried by him to the bathroom. After my shower, I walked to my room again wrapped in just a towel. This time, I took my time. When I walked by the couch, I was startled when Billy said, "Good morning. I am going downstairs. I need to get ready to go to class."

I stopped and asked, "See you for dinner and TV tonight?" While waiting for his response, I forgot I was standing there covered only in a towel.

Billy smiled, "You should probably get dressed. Yes, I will see you for dinner and another boring show." Then he got up and walked by me to the front door.

I do not know why I stood there like an idiot or wasn't uncomfortable standing in front of him in just a towel. However, I did know that I enjoyed Billy's company last night. I was being selfish, but I wanted him to come back tonight. "Ok, good. Have a good day." I said as he walked out the door.

I looked forward to going home and making dinner all day long, and I looked forward to Billy being there to keep me company. I hurried home, wondering if Billy had let himself in already and if he would be there when I got home. As soon as I got into the apartment, I realized Billy was not there. I used the time to change into sweatpants and a T-shirt, then started dinner. Dinner was about to be done when I received a text from Billy. "Hey, Beth. I'm running late. I went out with a girl from school who was helping me prep for a test. I will be there before nine if you still want to watch a show."

I wouldn't say I was mad, but I was beyond disappointed. These feelings were new to me, and I did not understand why I was upset. I had to think my response through, but I did not want to seem catty and selfish. "It's fine, Billy. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I hope you are having fun." Like a teenager, I stared at my phone, awaiting a response. Billy did not respond right away.

An hour later, at eight o'clock, I got a response. "Hey, Beth. I can be there by 8:30 if you still want me to come by and watch TV?"

I found myself thinking my response through for the second time tonight. "Yes, Billy. That would be nice. I will see you when you get here." I was going to pick a horrible show, that I knew Billy would hate to pay back my dissatisfaction with being stood up tonight.

Billy arrived, using the key I gave him to let himself in. I was lying on the couch when he came in. "Did you have a fun date?" I asked. I could tell my question shook Billy, and he did not expect me to say something like that. I was curious about how it went. Billy tried to convince me that it wasn't a date. We jokingly went back and forth with each other, debating whether it was a date or not. I finally mockingly conceded, "OK, Billy. It wasn't a date." I wanted to let Billy know how disappointed I was tonight, but I did not want it to make it uneasy between us. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes, I will do whatever you need me to."

I was worried I would come across as needy, but I needed to get it out. "If we have plans, can you try to follow up with them? I made dinner and looked forward to having dinner and watching TV together. I get that you are a young, handsome man, and hanging out with an old, ugly woman isn't the most exciting thing to do, but we did have plans."

Billy wore his emotions on his face. It was evident he felt bad. "I'm sorry, Beth. I won't do that to you again. I promise."

"OK, thank you. Let's watch something before we both fall asleep. Is it OK if I put my feet on your lap again?" This was quickly becoming my favorite nighttime routine.

Billy took my feet, placing them on his lap. "That good?"

I smiled, "Yes, that's perfect." My frustration had subsided, so I put on reruns of a sitcom that I knew Billy liked. Within minutes, Billy was dozing. I was tired, too. I decided to stay in place, and if I fell asleep there, then so be it.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The TV was still on, providing light for the room. Billy had one leg stretched out on the couch while his other leg was hanging off. He looked so uncomfortable. I shook his leg, "Billy, get on the couch. I'm going to go to bed." Billy pulled his legs onto the couch, and I went to bed.

The following morning, I did the same as the previous day. I walked to the bathroom in my panties and tank top, took my shower, and then walked through the living room with a towel wrapped around me. Billy was awake, and I stopped and asked, "It's Friday. Are we having pizza and a movie? Or are you going out with the girlfriend?" Billy gave me a chuckle. "So, now you're laughing at me," I teasingly asked.

"No, Beth. I am not laughing at you. I didn't know you had jokes so early in the morning. Do I get to pick the movie tonight?"

I was the one giggling now. I liked our back-and-forth; he was quick-witted. "No, smartass, you do not get to pick the movie. It is my week to pick. Are we still having our Friday night, or does your girlfriend not want you hanging out with the old, pathetic hag?"

"We are having our Friday pizza and movie. You know you're not an old hag, so stop with that nonsense."

I was surprised that he responded to my self-depreciation by commenting on my appearance. "Thank you for the compliment. You're making me blush. I will see around six?" Billy assured me he would be there at six, then got up and walked by me to the door. Like yesterday, I stood there like an idiot in my towel.

Unlike yesterday, I tempered my excitement about enjoying Billy's company tonight. I was self-aware that given the choice, Billy would pick whoever this young woman was over hanging out with my old, motherly ass. I was hopeful that he wouldn't disappoint me again, but I prepared to spend the night alone. When my workday ended, I rushed home. As I pulled up to the house, I saw Billy's car was there. That's a good sign, I thought. When I walked into my apartment, I was pleasantly surprised. Billy was sleeping on the couch. He looked like he had showered and was dressed in sweatshorts and a tank top. He looked good lying there like that. I decided to let him sleep while I took a shower and got into something comfortable as well.

When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel. As I was walking through the living room, I heard Billy say, "You like walking around in towels."

He startled me, causing me to yelp and almost lose my towel. "Jesus, Billy. I thought you were sleeping. You scared the shit out of me." When I got to my bedroom door, I decided to call him out on his comment. "Are you complaining?"

Billy turned beat red. His answer was simple, without a hint of sarcasm. "Nope. I am not."

Now it was my turn to turn beat red. I did not have a reply. I decided to put on my sweatshorts and tank top. When I got back to the living room, Billy told me he had already ordered the pizza. I went to the kitchen and opened a fresh bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass and immediately sucked it down. I poured another as I headed to the living room. I sat on the couch while we discussed our day. I did not know that Billy didn't have classes today. He told me he hung in my apartment most of the day. He touched base with his mother, came up here, showered, and fell asleep. We talked about how much we missed James while wondering how he was doing. When the pizza arrived, we ate, and I put Netflix on and scrolled through movie options. Of course, I picked a rom-com. Out of nowhere, Billy started laughing. I asked, "What's so funny?"

Billy told me, "You don't want to know." I slapped his arm, badgering him to tell me what was so funny. Then, as he turned red again, he asked me, "Are we having a Netflix and chill night?" His laughter was roaring.

I gave him my shocked face before I started laughing. "You're screwed now, smartass. I am going to pick the worst rom-com ever. You wish we were Netflix and chilling." I was curious how he would respond to me telling him he wished.

He made no mention of my comment. "See, I should have kept that to myself. But it was too funny." Then he continued to laugh.

I picked a movie and gulped down my third glass of wine. Now, it was time to get comfortable. I put my feet on his lap. "I think you owe me for yesterday. You should rub my feet for me to make up for it." To my surprise, Billy agreed and started rubbing my feet. I made the request in jest and never thought he would actually rub my feet. I turned the lamp off. The only lighting we had came from the TV. I don't know if Billy had rubbed a lot of people, but he was good at it. It was so good that after a few minutes, I found myself scooting further down on the couch, trying to tempt him to rub my claves.

Billy didn't bite, and I came to my senses. I couldn't believe I tried that. He was unaware of my motives, but I was still embarrassed. "Thank you, Billy. You're all paid up for standing me up yesterday. You don't have to rub my feet anymore."

Once again, Billy shocked me. "I don't mind. Do you want me to rub your head?" Everything told me not to do this. I don't know if it was because I enjoyed Billy's company or the fact that it had been years since a man had touched me, but the sound of having my head rubbed sounded terrific. I thought, 'Nothing will happen, Marybeth. Stop being weird and making everything weird. He just wants to rub your head because he feels bad for you.'

I wanted to give Billy an out from his offer. "Are you sure you don't mind? That sounds great, but only if you want to."

"I don't mind. Come down to this end of the couch and put your head on my lap. I'll rub your head."

I got up quickly, temporally forgetting I had big breasts and was only wearing a tank top. They almost spilled out of my shirt. Billy didn't seem to notice my near spillage. I rested my head on his lap as his hands got to work. His hands felt great. Within minutes, I was no longer paying attention to the TV. I was completely relaxed. For the remainder of the movie, Billy kept me at ease as his fingers explored my head, occasionally traveling to my neck. As the credits rolled, the TV's auto-off timer was counting down. Billy asked me, "Do you want me to keep the TV on or let it turn off?"

I murmured, "Unless you want it on, it can turn off. I don't want to watch anything."

Billy agreed, "I don't feel like moving. I'm too comfortable. I'm going to let it turn off." The TV shut down. We were now in the pitch-dark room. Billy asked, "Do you want me to rub the other side of your head?"

I wanted to take Billy up on this offer. I realize that if I did, I would have to turn over. This meant I would be facing him. More importantly, my face would be directly in his crotch. Billy had been rubbing my head for close to an hour, and he had not been inappropriate. I was the one with inappropriate thoughts, so I felt like this was an innocent question on his part. "Yes. Only if you want to, though."

Again, Billy's response was innocent. "Sure, Beth. I'll do it. I like rubbing your head."

I turned around so Billy could continue to rub my head. This felt so amazing. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this good. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the attention Billy's hand provided. I placed one arm over Billy's lower stomach for my own comfort. I was content as I lay there.

Then, the unexpected happened. I felt Billy's penis twitch. It caused my head to twitch, and I could feel him growing beneath my head. I did not acknowledge that I could feel it. I was hoping if I ignored it, it would go away. It had been so long since I was around a man who was turned on that I didn't know what to do. Also, the circumstances of who that turned-on man was complicated things. I felt that no matter what I did, it would make everything more troublesome. I was trying to avoid embarrassing either of us if possible. Selfishly, I decided to do nothing and continue having Billy work his fingers on my head.

Billy's hand picked up the pace. He wasn't erratic, but his rubbing got deeper. His hand started traveling to my neck with more frequency. It was when he placed his other hand on my thigh that I knew there was trouble. Even though I already knew the truth, I waited to see if he was resting it there or if he had other plans. His touching was now making me shiver. He was no longer the only one getting excited. It had been so long since I had been touched like this. I had forgotten what it was like. I had forgotten what it felt like to be desired. I forgot what it was like to be in the moment and how easy it was to make bad decisions in those moments. I was losing my ability to make good decisions.

Billy's hand became more exploratory as it traveled up my thigh. What I wasn't prepared for was when it grazed my ass. Instinctively, I let out a soft moan. I knew this would only encourage him. His hips were now slightly jerking. I realize that statistically, this generation had fewer social skills than previous ones. I am also aware that this may be Billy's first sexual encounter with a woman. All through high school all Billy and James did was play video games and stay on their phones. Now, here we were with his hands traveling over my body, and my face buried in his crotch.

I shifted slightly. I wished I hadn't done that. As my lower body turned, Billy's hand stayed in place and was now holding the inside of my thigh. Just the feeling of his warm hand there sent me over the edge. I did nothing to discourage him as he slowly moved his hand further up my thigh. I believe his slow movements was out of nervousness, but it was amping my sexual passions. He slid his hand under the bottom of my loose-fitting shorts. When his fingers made contact with panty covered slit, I lost all sense of reality. I gripped Billy's shirt as I bit my lip and gasped for air. He lightly moved his fingers over my slit. My panties were drenched from waves of excitement spilling into them. I knew I should have stopped this, but I was incapable. Billy was pushing me to my limits when he slipped his finger into the side of my panties, making slight contact, and then he quickly removed it. Again, I knew he wasn't experienced enough to realize the effect of what he was doing to me. It was working, but I was not going to be able to stop it, and I knew it. Through my heavy breathing, I pleaded, "We can't do this." Billy didn't say anything; he just stopped. I have to be honest; when he removed his hand from the inside of my shorts, I missed his touch instantaneously. I was worked up, and Billy stopped rubbing my head. I needed something, so I put his hand back on my head and asked him, "Can you rub my head for a few more minutes, please," as I tried to calm the situation down. We got caught up in something, but it was on both of us, and I wanted Billy to feel like it was ok, even though he had to feel as uncomfortable as I did.

Billy drove his fingers into my scalp and said, "I'm sorry for touching you like that. I don't know why I did that. Please don't be mad at me. I'm really, really sorry, MB."

I felt terrible that I let things get out of control. I turned onto my back so I could look up at him as I spoke. I could see the embarrassment on his face even though it was dark in the room. I knew I needed to make him feel normal. "Billy, it's not that big of a deal. I understand how things can get out of control when men and women start touching each other. It always starts innocently, and then emotions take over. It's not just your fault; it's my fault, too. I hope you still want to come and have dinner with me and watch my stupid shows. I like having you here."

"I do want to hang out with you, MB. I like being around you. I have always liked being here more than downstairs with my family. I just don't want you to be mad at me."

He was back to calling me, MB. I wanted to calm him down. He was overthinking everything. I decided to be a smartass. "After what you just did, I think I've earned the right to be called Beth by you."

It worked. Billy started laughing with me. "Good point, Beth. Sorry about that."

I felt better now that we found humor in the situation. "OK, good. Now that we're over this, are you staying up here tonight or going back downstairs? I think I am going to try to get some sleep. I just want to make sure that we are OK before I go to bed."

Billy's response was quick. "I'm going to stay here."

I was relieved that he was staying. We made it through this, I thought. "OK, good. I'm glad you are staying. Good night. I hope you sleep well." I got up and went to bed. Unlike previous nights, I left my bedroom door open. I want to say I did this by accident. However, I left it open intentionally. I don't know what I hoped it would result in. I got into bed, and as I lay there, my mind raced about Billy. My thoughts were all over the place before I drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up with obsessive thoughts about Billy. I quickly checked my bed to see if he was in it. I got out of bed wearing just panties and a tank top to head to the bathroom. To my surprise, Billy was awake this morning and playing video games. Although I had been going to the bathroom dressed like this every morning, this was the first time he was awake to see me like this. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. He flinched, and I could tell he wasn't expecting to see me like this. It was apparent that he liked it.

I enjoyed his reaction. "Good morning, Billy. How'd you sleep?" I watched as his eyes stared at me. I said, "Shit, sorry. I'm used to you being asleep when I come out of my room," and then hurried into my bedroom and closed the door. Once I was alone, I giggled at what I had done. I put a see through robe on and went back to the living room. "Hey, I'm going to make some coffee, then jump in the shower. Do you need anything before I start my day?" Billy couldn't keep his eyes off of me.

Billy was flustered. "N... n... no, Beth. I am good," he stuttered over his words. "I have some stuff to do today, so I'll probably take off when you go in the shower. Do you want me to come back later?" He was sweating from seeing me in my panties and tank top. I thought he was going to explode in his pants.

I had no intention of repeating the events from last night. He had teased me last night. Now, I wanted him to know how that felt. "Of course, I want you to come back later. Nothing changes between us, right?"

Billy was still stumbling over his words. "O... O.. K. Y.. Y... eah, I will come back later."

"OK, have fun today. I will see you later." I told him as I walked into the bathroom. As far as I was concerned, we were now even. He got me last night, and I paid him back this morning. Now, we could move on.

Besides my thoughts about last night, my day was uneventful. I ran some errands and hung around the house. When I went to check the mail, I ran into Billy's mother. We had never argued with each other, but it was clear that we didn't like each other. We have always been cordial with each other because our sons were so close. She greeted me with a condescending tone. "Hey, Mary. How are you coping with James gone?"

"Hey, Jane. I'm getting used to it. You know, it's an adjustment. So far, so good, though," I said with a smirk.

Jane has always been jealous of my son and I's relationship. To make matters worse, she never cared for her son, wanting to spend more time with me than he did with her. "Yeah, I get it. I see my son is still spending a lot of time upstairs. I can tell him to stop going up there if you want. I don't think it's appropriate for him always to be up there."

And there it was. How was I going to address this? I really don't like her. "He's fine. As you know, I don't go out much. I have always cooked for him and James. I think he promised James to keep an eye on me. He's fine for now. If things change, I will let him know. He's an adult now. I'm sure it will pass. You know how young men are, I'm sure." We were now staring daggers at each other. We were throwing hard cutting remarks at each other. My comment revolved around the men she had in and out of her apartment for years.

She came back at me with a zinger. "Yeah, he is an adult now. They grow up so fast. I wouldn't get used to him being around. He just started dating someone. She's a hottie. Soon, he will be forgetting both of us."

It was clear she was making an accusation to get me to react. I did not fall for it. Jane wasn't smart enough to trick me into anything. "Yeah, I thought he met someone. Well, then, we'll both be alone. I'll have to figure out how to use my time when that happens. It will be new to me. You know, not having anyone to take care of. Anyway, it was nice catching up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend." We smirked at each other before walking away.

Jane got to me. I was obsessing over Billy, not being honest that he was dating someone. I was embarrassed that we experimented with each other last night. Was he trying to get some experience with a woman so he would know what he was doing with his girlfriend? Then, the vital question came into my head. I questioned myself, 'Why do you care, Mary? You made a mistake, and you were clear that not only should it not have happened. You both agreed it was not going to happen again.' Maybe Jane was right, and I should tell Billy to stop hanging out at my apartment. It was only two in the afternoon when I opened a new bottle of wine.

By seven, I had already finished a bottle of wine. I was already intoxicated and thinking I should stop drinking for the night. I was waiting for Billy to show up. I thought he would have been here by now. Then his text came: "Hey, Beth. My mother called me and told me you, and she thought I shouldn't be hanging out with you so much. I wasn't going to text or call, but I wanted to say sorry for making you angry with me. I didn't mean for any of that to happen, and I wish I could take it back."

I was furious. I knew Jane was a fucking bitch, but I didn't think she would make up lies. I went to the kitchen and opened a second bottle of wine before responding. "Billy, I never said I didn't want you here. Your mother said she didn't want you in my apartment. You and I talked about what we did. We agreed we made a mistake. If I were mad at you, I would tell you. Unlike your mother, I have never lied to you. It sounds like you agree with your mother, though. I also know you have a girlfriend, which is great. It is OK to be honest and say you want to spend time with her. I don't like being accused of things I didn't say or being lied to. Do what you want to do. I will always be here for you." Even in my drunken stupor, I realized my text was an angry rant. I sent it anyway.

I stared at my phone, waiting for a response. Finally, it came through. "I'm sorry my mom did that. I like hanging out with you. We did make a mistake last night. If I had known my mom had lied, I wouldn't have gone out with my friends. Do you want to come by when I am done here? It won't be until later."

All I could think was, how did all of this happen? How did I end up hanging onto everything with Billy? "Sure, Billy. You don't need an invitation. I will be here. If I am asleep, wake me when you get here so we can talk. OK?"

Again, the waiting game. "Ok. I will."

It was ten o'clock when I took my last sip of wine. I had already overdone it with alcohol. I came to the conclusion that Billy was not coming to talk tonight, so I stripped down to my panties and went to sleep on the couch. I was pissed at him, but on the flip side, I could now walk around in the nude in my apartment if I wanted to.

I woke the next morning with a splitting headache. I was discombobulated and not aware of my surroundings. Someone's feet were resting next to my face. I looked at the other end of the couch, and Billy was sound asleep but lying right next to me. It also dawned on me that the only clothing I had on was my panties. My hangover was brutal, and I didn't want to get up. I needed to climb over Billy to get up. I was unable to do this without waking him up. Of course, he opened his eyes as I had one leg over his body, giving him a clear shot of my ass. I quickly jumped off the couch when I heard him say good morning. Without thinking, I turned around. "Hey, sorry. I wasn't trying to wake you up." The look on his face made me aware I was standing there as my breasts were fully exposed. "SHIT! Sorry, I didn't think you were coming last night, so I got comfortable. I'll be right back!"

I felt like a moron when I got to my bedroom. I put a T-shirt on while dreading going back to the living room. I knew I had to go back out there and speak to Billy. I went back out and started to talk. "Hey, now that I'm done embarrassing myself and making you uncomfortable, can we talk about everything?" Billy laughed at my comment. I begged, "Billy, I am serious. Please don't laugh at me. There's no need to hurt my feelings. I've already been through enough all weekend."

Billy stopped laughing and got serious. "I'm not laughing at you, Beth. I was laughing at why you would be embarrassed. You look amazing."

Billy took my tension away with that comment. I was a mess this morning. I was hungover, I had a splitting headache, I just humiliated myself, and Billy had me mess because I liked having him around with me. I started speaking before I lost my nerve. "I'm just going to get all this out before I get too nervous. We both got caught up in a moment and screwed up. I should have known better and stopped us. I realize I have paraded around barely clothed, and I'm sorry. I did that to mess with you to feel better about myself. I am still the same person you have always known. You don't have to hide that you are dating someone. I don't want you to think I don't want you here. I look forward to you being here. I was happy when I woke up, and you were here. I wasn't happy that I exposed myself to you again. To be honest, I do not like your mother, and I know she gets jealous of you spending time here, but I did not say what she claims I said. OK?"

I know it was a lot to throw at him. I had hoped I didn't make him uncomfortable again. "Beth, I like being here with you. I have always liked being up here instead of downstairs. I'm glad you like hanging out with me because I like it when you hang out with me. Your shows and movies suck, but I still like being here. The other night was a mistake, and I don't know why I did that. I like our back-and-forth conversations in the morning. My mother doesn't like you either. I shouldn't have listened to her. My mother has always been jealous of you and has told me all my life that you are not my mother, she is."

I was happy that we discussed all of this openly and relieved that we had a clear understanding of what bothered us. I didn't want to get emotional in front of Billy after all we shared. "So, we are good? We understand each other now?"

"Yes, I understand. We are good. Thank you, Beth."

I gave Billy a hug. We wrapped our arms around each other. While we held each other, I buried my face into his neck, fighting off my urge to cry. I probably held on to him a minute too long. When I let him go, I told him. "OK, enough of all of this. I'm going to get in the shower. I have a splitting headache. I drank too much wine last night while waiting for you. This time, I will bring clothes to the bathroom so I don't make you uncomfortable. OK?"

Smartass Billy was back. "You don't need to bring clothes. I was going to wait until you came out before I left. I like it when you parade around in your towel, panties, and tank tops." Then he started laughing.

We were officially back, I thought. "Oh, really? Well, you want me to keep those routines then. Is that what you're saying? You're an adult; make a decision, smartass." Now I was laughing. I should have known Billy wouldn't let me win the battle of words.

"Yeah, we should definitely keep those routines."

I did not respond. I gave him a funny look and went to the bathroom. When I got out of the shower, I knew I shouldn't walk around barely covered anymore. But I still liked his attention. He's an eighteen-year-old; he liked that a woman was barely clothed. We agreed not to do anything inappropriate. It was harmless fun between us. That is how I justified our behavior. I wrapped my towel around me and walked through the living room. "Back to normal," I asked. Billy nodded his approval. "So, what's the plan for today? Are we hanging out tonight? If so, I can't be up all night waiting for you. I have work tomorrow."

"I was planning on coming back around seven if that's OK? I have some stuff to do, and I promised my mother I would have dinner with her."

I could tell he was nervous telling me he was going to eat with his mother. Unlike her, I didn't want to put pressure on him. "That works for me too. I'm hungover, and I'm going to have a lazy day today. Come back whenever you can. I'll be here, and you have keys to let yourself in." I continued to stand near my bedroom door, wrapped in my towel. Billy had gotten up and was standing next to me. We said goodbye while he stared at me.

I relaxed for the remainder of the day. I cleaned up a little and ordered takeout. I ordered Billy some food in case he was hungry when he got here. I went through my head and remembered that I could walk around in panties and a tank top. I could get used to walking around like this, I thought. I had turned the lights off because my headache wouldn't go away. I didn't need more light than what was coming from the TV.

At six, I decided to use my tub. I had one hour left before Billy was going to be back. I had hoped that using the tub's jets would relax me enough to relieve my headache. I was relaxing, and the jets were helping. It had been a stressful forty-eight hours. I was happy to be starting over with Billy. I was looking forward to the two of us hanging out tonight, like we did before our mishap. I got out of the tub at six-thirty to dry off. Walking through the living room, I saw Billy on the couch. He had come back early. "Hey, you. I wasn't expecting you back until seven."

"I got everything done for my mother early. I took a shower and figured you wouldn't mind if I came earlier."

I assumed he had showered and was with me for the night because he was wearing shorts and a tank top. I was happy that he came back sooner than expected. "Nice. You are right, I don't mind. This is actually a pleasant surprise. Find something for us to watch. I hope you don't mind if the lights are off. My head is still killing me."

"I don't mind. I can rub your head again if you want," Billy said in his smartass tone.

I turned to him, shooting him a look. "I see you have jokes tonight, smartass. Are we starting this again? No funny business. We almost ended up mad at each other. Remember?"

You would think I would have learned my lesson. Billy always had a reply, and tonight was no different. "I said I would rub your head. You are the one with their mind in the gutter."

"That was a good one. You got me. Well, I'm going to put on some clothes. Find us something to watch." When I got in my room, I thought, 'Right when I thought we moved past our incident, Billy gets me to think about it again.' I decided that I was going to dress in my panties and tank top. We had agreed that I would continue to dress like this when I was home. Billy didn't realize that if he wanted to play the teasing game, I was going to win that game. I put on a pair of black lace panties and a tight tank top. If you want to play games, let's play games.

As I entered the living room, Billy's eyes were glued to me. I plopped down on the couch and put one foot on his lap, my other leg flat-footed and bent at the knee. Billy asked, "So, your feet are killing you too?"

"You're in a shit talking mood tonight. That was a good one, though. So, is it only my head you will rub now? Gee, I wonder why?" We both laughed at my comeback. Billy had no comeback as he started rubbing my foot. I do not know where he learned to touch women like he does, but he was good at it. He knew when to rub softly and the exact moment to rub rough. We both focused on the random movie he had put on the TV. I turned onto my stomach and put both feet on his lap. He had a clear view of my ass that my panties had barely enough cloth to cover it. I was comfortable in this position, and Billy's rubbing put me into a restful state. It was becoming challenging to keep my eyes open.

Billy's hands started to rub my claves, occasionally reaching my lower thigh area. I didn't say anything or warn him that he was going too far because, again, he knew how to work his hands, and it felt good. Don't get me wrong, I was waiting for him to try something more daring. But for now, he was fine and making me feel good. So good, I fell asleep.

I was in a dead sleep when Billy woke me up. "Hey, the movie ended a while ago. I figured you'd want to go to bed."

"Oh, shit. Sorry about that. Yeah, I should go to bed. Thank you."

As I was about to enter my bedroom, Billy asked, "Beth, do you have an extra blanket in your room? It gets chilly out here."

"Yes, I should. Can you come grab it, though?" I was tired. I just wanted to get in my bed and sleep.

Billy brought up something I hadn't realized until he said it. "I've never been in your room before. It's nice in here."

Billy was sitting on my bed as I looked for a blanket in my closet. I didn't have one in there. "I thought I had a blanket, but I don't. Do you want to crash in my bed for the night? If you hadn't woken me up, we would have slept on the couch together like last night. It's no big deal for me if it's not for you."

Billy didn't need any time to think it over. "Yeah. I can do that."

He attempted to get in the bed so that he could have the side of the bed against the wall. I needed to correct him on that. "Hey, that's my side of the bed. I like sleeping against the wall." Billy didn't say anything as I crawled past him to lie down. Billy got into the bed behind me. Surprisingly, he snuggled behind me and put his arm around me. I thought I couldn't have been more comfortable until he did this. His doing this made me feel warm and content. "Are you comfy," I asked.

"Yeah. Am I too close?"

"Billy, it's OK. You can get as close as you want. You are nice and warm." Billy pushed closer to me. Now we were spooning, like a couple. I wanted him to know that this felt good and was OK. "That's better. Get some sleep." We both fell asleep within minutes.

When I woke up the following morning, my head was on Billy's chest, and I had an arm and leg stretched across his body. I knew I had to get up, but I didn't want to leave the bed. Begrudgingly, I got up and got in the shower. I hadn't thought about our routine until I went into my bedroom to dry off and get dressed. I typically get dressed in my room, and now, Billy was in my room. I decided that I was going to dry off and get dressed. He probably wouldn't wake up until I was gone, anyway.

As I was drying off, I saw that Billy was watching me through a reflection from a picture. I didn't say anything. I liked having his attention. It was a turn-on for me that he wanted to watch me do something so dull, like dry my body and get dressed.

For the next few weeks, we followed the same routines. We would have dinner together, lie on the couch, and Billy would sleep in my bed with me. Occasionally, Billy would go out with his friends and possibly the girl he was dating. On those nights, he would sleep downstairs at his mother's. He would text me when he got home on those nights. This was our new normal. There were periodic lustful looks or inappropriate touches, but that was the furthest anything went until the one night I joined some friends for a lady's night out.

It's funny how one night can change a woman. I had worked really hard to establish boundaries for Billy and me. He helped my confidence with his constant lustful looks. He gave me what I had missed all these years. A man's touch with the constant rubbing, cuddling with me at night, and desiring to look at me when he thought I didn't notice. I believe I gave him what any eighteen-year-old would want. Constant attention from a woman, a body for him to lust after and not shun him for looking. Our relationship changed that night.

I was out with my friends, and like we always do, we overdid the drinking. My friends and I rarely had nights out over the years because we were responsible parents. Now that our children were becoming adults, we planned on having more nights out. This was going to be the first of many. My problem was that I was thinking about Billy all night. The more I drank, the more I wondered what he was doing. Was he with his girlfriend? If so, was he thinking about me? The thought drove me insane. Did he wish he was doing it to me instead? I did not like thinking about him with another woman. I texted him, "Hey, what are you up to? How's your night?"

Billy's response was quick. "I'm on the couch playing video games. My night is good. HBU?"

I wondered if he was in my apartment or his mother's. "So, you are on our couch?"

"Yeah, I'm here. My mother is annoying. I like it here better."

I was already intoxicated, which meant I was feeling flirty. "So, when I get home, I may need help. I'm really drunk. You may have to rub my head. Are you going to wait up for me?"

It was already eleven, and I knew I was going home soon. I wanted to see how he would respond to me rubbing my head. I wasn't sure if I implied enough for him to pick up on my suggestion. "Of course. Rubbing your head was one of the best things to ever happen to me." Billy's response rattled me. Not only did he pick up on my comment, but he also admitted he liked it. I immediately told my friends I was going home. They walked me out to my rideshare to see me off.

When I got home, I struggled to make it up the stairs. I kept slipping and giggling, making a lot of noise. Billy must have heard me because before I knew it, he was helping me up the remaining stairs while whispering, "SSHH... You're going to wake my mother up."

I was too intoxicated to care. I replied through my giggling, "Fuck that bitch."

Billy helped me to my bedroom and sat me on my bed. "You weren't lying, you are really drunk, Beth. Do you need anything?"

I was not in the right frame of mind, and I knew it. I should not have been around Billy in this condition. I looked up at Billy with pleading eyes, "Yes, can you help me get undressed? These clothes are driving me crazy."

Without hesitation, Billy replied, "Sure. I can help you with that." He grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He asked, "Bra on or off?"

I told him, "Your choice."

He then unclasped my bra. My tits felt free after being held together in the tight garment all night. Billy instructed me, "Lie back so I can get your pants off."

I wasn't used to Billy telling me to do anything, but I liked it tonight. Billy undid my belt, then the button, and finally the zipper. His pace of doing this was erotic. He did it slowly, as if he was deeply thinking about what his intentions were going to be. He gripped the waistband of my pants and my panties. I asked through a giggle, "Hey, you have my panties in that grip of yours."

Billy's response surprised me. It was simple yet nerve-wracking. "Sorry, I figured you wanted them off. Do you want me to leave them on?"

Even though I knew the answer, I needed to ask. "Are you sure this a good idea?"

Billy was different tonight. He seemed passive-aggressive. "I think it's a good idea, but if you don't then I can leave them on."

I laughed at his comment. Don't get me wrong, I found his attempts at getting me nude cute, but I wasn't going to do what he thought was going to happen, no matter how drunk I was. "I bet you do think it's a good idea. You can take them off if you want." Billy proceeded to lower my pants with my panties down to my ankles and then off me completely. I sat back up on the edge of my bed. The room was spinning, so I leaned forward, resting my forehead on Billy's stomach. When Billy started rubbing my head, it slowed my thoughts. I loved his touch. It has put me at ease lately. My eyes were closed as Billy fidgeted with something with one of his hands, as his other hand continued its focus on rubbing my head. I soon found out what he was doing. He started pushing my head further down until I felt his dick brush the side of my face. I giggled as I looked up at Billy, "Billy, what do you think you are doing?"

Billy's confidence seemed to dissipate, "Please?" We continued our stare for a minute. He reached down to my hand and brought it to his dick. I did not protest as I wrapped my hand around his dick which was rock hard. Again, he asked me, "Please?" I reluctantly did as he asked. I parted my lips, welcoming his dick into my mouth. As I moved my mouth over his dick, I looked up at Billy as he watched my mouth bobbing on his dick. I don't know what It was about having him make eye contact with me while my mouth worked his dick, but it caused me to be all in for what I knew was a bad idea. My sex drive kicked into overdrive. Not only did he want this, but now, I did, too.

It had been years since I had been intimate with a man. Now, I was sucking my son's best friend's dick. I felt pathetic and erotic at the same time. I wondered if he was going to try and have sex with me. I hoped he wouldn't try because I felt like I was too weak to resist him in my current condition. Then he started cumming in my mouth. I felt streams of cum shooting into the back of my throat as I started to gag. Billy must have lost his mind because he ignored my struggle as he pushed his dick further into my mouth while his legs trembled. I was swallowing as fast as I could to keep my gagging from turning into vomiting.

I fell backward into my bed. I felt horrible about what I had just done. I instantly knew what I did was wrong. I was glad he came fast; I figured I didn't need to worry about us pushing our boundaries any further with sex. Billy joined me in the bed, and we both laid there silently until I said, "Hey... I hope you don't think I'm cheap or are mad at me. We got carried away again, and I'm drunk. Please don't blame yourself for this."

Billy said, "I'm sorry too MB. I feel like I took advantage of you. If you want me to leave, I understand."

I appreciated Billy trying to take some responsibility. He was young and inexperienced. I'm the one who should have known better. He is just a horny eighteen-year-old young man presented with an opportunity. What else was he going to do, I thought. "This is on me, Billy. No, I do not want you to leave. I love having you here. Are you going to sleep here tonight or go downstairs? I understand if you want to go downstairs." My mind was flip-flopping on where I wanted him to sleep. If he went downstairs, I could pleasure myself and get all my frustrations out. But I knew I would miss him being next to me. Even though I was worked up and needed relief, I was hoping he would choose to stay with me.

"I'd rather stay here with you, MB," he told me.

"Well, I'd rather you stay here too, Billy," I told him before continuing, "But, after what I just did for you, can you stop calling me MB? I think I earned the right to be called Mary or Beth."

We both giggled at my request. "Yes, sorry, Beth."

I climbed to the top of the bed, not caring that he was seeing me fully nude. I laid down in my spot, and like every other night, Billy scooted behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I put my hand over his as I dozed off to sleep.

I was awoken by Billy moving around behind me. I mumbled, "Everything ok back there?" Then I felt Billy rubbing his dick around my slit. My eyes shot open. "Billy, I don't think we should do that. It's a bad idea," I whined through a mumble. Billy's inexperience was evident as he struggled to find my opening. When he did, he pushed inside of me slowly. "Shit... Billy... We really shouldn't do this... Fuck," I hissed.

Billy moaned, "You feel so good, Beth. Can I just go a little more?"

My hands were on the wall as Billy was inside of me while I was trying to find my ability to speak and resist him. My pussy was wet, and having him inside of me felt amazing. I knew we would regret what we were doing, but having someone want you this badly felt good to me. "Fuck, Billy... We shouldn't be doing this," I tested him. I wanted to see how determined he was to have me, so instead of answering yes or no, I decided to see what he would do if I told him, it was wrong. I was still drunk, and I did not want him to stop. But he was young and like a son to me. I was curious if he reached a state of not giving a fuck. Was he going to get what he wanted regardless of warnings? I hoped he ignored my warning. To help him, I pushed my body backward into him, causing his dick to go deeper into my pussy, while saying, "This is so bad, Billy... Fuck... We shouldn't."

It was that moment when I felt like Billy turned into a man. Not only did he not stop, but his thrusting also got harder. Here I was, side by side with him as he fucked me with abandon. "You feel so good, Beth," he moaned in my ear.

I could tell Billy didn't know how to talk dirty while he railed a woman. He was right, though; it felt good. I continued to push my ass against his pelvis as I felt my orgasm building. I moaned, "Fuck... Billy, fuck me harder... You feel so fucking good... You're going to... Fuck... You're going to make... Mo... Me... Mo... CUM," I said as I lost my mind. My moans were loud, and I, for some sick reason, and I will never know why, I wanted him to call me mom as his dick filled me. I exploded on his dick as it continued to ravish my pussy. "FUCK, BILLY! YOU'RE MAKING... MO... MO... M... CUM" I tried to say the mom word again as our bodies slapped together with every thrust.

Out of breath from the best orgasm of my life, I pleaded through my heavy breathing, "Let me turn over, Billy. You can keep going; Mom just needs to turn over." Without thinking, I called myself mom. I hoped I didn't ruin the experience for Billy.

When Billy pulled out of me, I was worried that the emptiness I felt would be permanent because I suddenly got freaky and wanted to role play with him. Not only that, but now I was on my back, and I would have to face him, which was humiliating. Billy got on top of me and was staring down at me as he slowly started pushing his dick back inside of me. He asked, "Is this what you want me to do... Mom?"

I felt crazed. I could tell my eyes were bulging. I had never role played during sex. I had always been a conservative during intimacy. For some reason, fucking Billy changed me. I felt like I had no rules anymore. I moaned as he slid back inside of me, "Yes, Billy... I want you to fuck Mommy's pussy... Do you like fucking mommy?"

Billy was catching on to the game we were playing, "Your pussy feels so good," with a brief hesitation, he continued, "Mom," as he looked down at me.

I nearly exploded again. I wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him to me. My mouth attacked his mouth. We kissed like wild animals as he fucked me. I felt like a wild being. I didn't care about anything except giving my surrogate son everything he desired. I broke our kiss and told him, "Lay down... Billy... Take it out and lay down... please."

Billy did as I instructed. I quickly got on top of him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and lined it up with my entrance. I moaned as my pussy was filled again. I was in complete ecstasy as Billy's entire cock was now buried deep inside my pussy. I rode his dick as my hips moved back and forth. My tits were bouncing as Billy grabbed them. He sat up and put a nipple in his mouth. I felt another bolt of lightning hitting my body as he lightly bit my nipples. "Billy, Mom... is going to... Fuck... Billy... Fuck... Mom's... Fuck, fuck mommy's pussy, Billy... I'm cumming... Fuck Billy," I moaned as I hyperventilated.

Billy seemed to have trouble breathing, too, as he told me, "I'm going to cum... soon... Mom."

I told him, "Let Mommy know when you are ready. Ok?"

Billy started to move erratically, and I knew he was about to blow his load. I quickly got off him and pushed his chest for him to lie down. I lowered my lips to his dick. I quickly wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick and jerked him until I felt his hot seed shoot into my mouth. Billy groaned, "That feels so good, Mom," as I swallowed every stream while watching his face contort from the pleasures I was providing him.

As sick as this experience made me feel, it was still the most intense, pleasurable experience of my life. I couldn't believe I had him calling me 'mom' while he fucked me. Once the sexual fog cleared from my head, I was embarrassed and full of shame, but I wouldn't have changed a thing. I had my head resting on Billy's stomach and was facing his dick as it softened. I watched it as it deflated. I was amazed as it rested on his pelvis. I never would have guessed that he was packing such an impressive dick. I knew I needed to return to the top of the bed with him, but I was having difficulty facing him. Before I moved, I asked, "Are you happy?"

Billy took a deep breath, then told me, "You have no idea how happy I am."

This comment gave me the courage to join him at the top of the bed. I wrapped an arm around him, "Do you hate me," I asked.

Billy let out a giggle. "No way, Beth. How could I ever hate you?"

I was relieved that Billy didn't call me Mom. "Well, I hope you don't think I'm a weirdo. I was drunk and wasn't expecting all of this to happen. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable talking and stuff. I wasn't trying to force you to say things. I was just caught up in the moment. You know what I mean," I asked through my rambling.

Billy rolled onto his side. We were now lying face to face on our sides. I felt timid as he looked at me. "You didn't make me uncomfortable. You didn't force me to do anything. I was trying not to mess it up. I was scared you were going to make me stop, and I really didn't want to. You are like a mom to me. I knew you were trying to say it, so I thought I would say it to make you more comfortable. Are we going to do this more?"

Billy seemed to be more aware than I had given him credit for. I was shocked that he told me that I had always been like a mom to him, yet he still wanted to have sex with me. And now, he wanted to know if we were going to be doing it again. "Can I ask you a question," I said. Billy told me to go ahead and ask whatever I wanted. I swallowed all my uncomfortableness and asked, "So... if you have always thought of me as another mom for you, what made you want to do what we did?"

Billy was less intimidated than I was by this conversation. "Because I love you, and you are hot. I have always thought of you as a mom, but you are also hot. Is that, ok? If you don't want to do this again, I understand. If you don't want to talk about it, I understand that too. I hope I didn't ruin everything. I really like being with you."

That was the sincerest response to a question I have ever gotten. It almost brought tears to my eyes. I rested my arms on his chest as I got closer to face him. I was searching his eyes to see if he was playing with me. All I could see was the sweetest boy smiling back at me. I believed he meant every word he just said. I gave him a kiss on his lips, "I love you too, Billy. You didn't ruin anything. You make me happy. If you want to keep doing what we did, I would love to keep doing it too."