Sound Travels

Chloe sat looking at her husband of over twenty years and her life with him, two beautiful children, Madison, Maddy for short, who had moved out to live with her now boyfriend. Her son Kyle had just turned eighteen at the beginning of his senior year of high school, graduating with honors and a state football championship.

"Bill...." Chloe started, "Do you still find me attractive?"

Bill, not even looking over the paper he was reading, replied, "Sure, honey."

Chloe stared at her husband in disbelief as she stood up and leaned back against the counter. She placed her coffee cup down, grabbed the hem of her smiley night shirt, pulled it up and off, and threw it at him. That got his attention...

"Chloe, Jesus H. Christ..." taking her shirt and trying to cover her back up, "what if Kyle came down and saw you?" Bill growled.

Chloe giggled and replied, "I don't know, Bill, maybe he would enjoy the sight of a beautiful naked woman."

"For fucks sake, Chloe, he's your son, what the hell has gotten into you?" Bill hissed back at her.

Chloe looked eye to eye at her husband and replied in a low, cold statement, "We both know it hasn't been you, that's for sure."

Bill stepped back and slowly sat back down, stunned at the comment..."I have been really busy at work, and things are a little strained," he said weakly.

Just when Chloe was about to say something, they heard Kyle's bedroom door open, then the second bathroom door close. Chloe threaded her arms through the sleeves of her shirt, pushing her head through the opening, then shaking her body, letting the cotton shirt fall around her shapely hips, covering her back up. She crossed her arms over her 34D breasts to help cover her rock-hard nipples, not because she was nude, but because of the thought of her son seeing her in that state.

`Chloe, he's your son, you can't be thinking these thoughts, ' she thought to herself. But here she was, hornier than she had ever been. Fingers only subduing her cravings for a day or two. She didn't own a dildo or vibrator; she hadn't needed to, her husband had always taken good care of her in that department, and was very good at it.

Kyle came down the steps and into the kitchen wearing his gym shorts, which were now almost a size too small. The bulge in them was very obvious. Chloe did her best not to look, but damn did that cock look good to her, even covered up as it was.

"Good morning, Dad," Kyle said as he turned and hugged and kissed his mother. The hug sent electricity through Chloe's body, exciting her even more than she already was. The kiss was a normal peck on the lips. Chloe licked her lips afterwards, tasting the toothpaste and mouthwash, the feel of another's lips to hers, and she muffled a soft moan. God, it has been way too long, she thought. It was then he whispered in her ear," Yes, Mom, you are beautiful." It made Chloe not only blush, but she had to cross her legs to keep her juices from trailing down her inner thighs. When you don't hear those things from the one you love, when you do, it hits hard.

"Hey, Dad, you got a minute?"

"Yeah, son, what's up?"

"I know that I'm not well-versed in life; however, I do know about this... and that is that if you ignore the one you love and care about. They will find it in other places."

Both parents knew about his ex, Sherry, and Kyle was working so hard to finish school, the state championship, and dropping the big bomb of going to Trade School instead of college. The neglect was too much for her, and she went into another man's arms, namely Chad Neilson, the high school quarterback. A life's hard lesson learned.

Kyle said, " I know that neither of you has been in school lately, but sound still travels."

Chloe and Bill both lowered their heads, trying to hide from the shame now that their youngest child knew about their marital issue.

Kyle shook his head with a smile and went back up to his room, closing his door.

Bill stood up slowly. " I need to get to work," he said softly. Chloe nodded her head slowly, also, and barely whispered an audible "yeah" as her husband grabbed his briefcase and started to kiss her, but thought otherwise and just walked out and got in his car, leaving.

As the weeks progressed, summer in full swing, Chloe couldn't watch outside as Kyle mowed the lawn or went swimming in his tight, small... oooh fuck she needed to stop this before things really got out of hand.

Chloe woke up early, rolling over to see Bill sleeping on his back. She smiled as she moved under the sheet. Bill always wore his boxers to bed. She moved closer, finding the opening, reaching in to find his soft cock, her heart beating through her chest. She opened her mouth and sank onto his dick. The taste was odd; she swirled her tongue around and swallowed. Her eyes widened, and she sat up instantly, looking at her husband.

` You rotten son-of-a-bitch, she thought.' Chloe got out of bed, fuming. Grabbing her phone, finding her son's name, and sending him a text, `Hey baby, feel like a mom/son date today?'

Chloe was in the kitchen having coffee when her phone chimed. She looked at the screen that showed her son's text back, `Sure mom, what time?' She looked at the clock and remembered that her husband's tee time was at 10, smiling to herself, she typed back,` How does 9:30 sound?' His reply was straightforward: `I can make that happen, see you then, beautiful.' Chloe whispered as she looked at their marital bedroom doors, "Play, fuck around, and find out with me." Then she went up to get ready for her date.

Bill sat dangling his wife's choice of underwear from his finger. Chloe came walking out of the ensuite with only a towel wrapped around her head. Her 5'6" frame held her 34D breasts in high esteem. nipples were hard and the size of small grapes. Her belly was toned and flat through running and yoga. She kept her pubic area trimmed and shaped in the traditional upside-down triangle. It was small, and she always kept them hidden when she wore thong-style undies.

"And just who are these for?" he asked.

Glaring at him, she spat, "They used to be for you... now they're for me," as she ripped them from his finger.

Bill tossed a pair of "granny panties" at her. She looked at the panties, then slowly raised her gaze to meet his. "When hell freezes over," she hissed back.

"Please,... I insist," Bill stated, through clenched jaws. Chloe pushed the panties back at her husband, clearing her throat. She said in a low and very coarse tone, "I will wear WHAT I want, WHERE I want, and no one is going to tell me otherwise"

Bill stood, not believing his ears, his wife of 20 years disobeying him. It came from nowhere: a backhand that sent Chloe's head snapping to one side. A scream echoed, and just as she hit the floor, the bedroom door slammed open.

Kyle stood in the doorway, saw the aftermath, and, his anger fuming, rushed toward his own father. He tackled him, using a technique banned in football. Punching his shoulder into his dad's hip joint, Kyle heard the joint pop, his father screaming out in pain as they both hit the floor, crashing into furniture.

"KYLE, PLEASE!!" his mother begged.

Kyle stood over his dad. "MY suggestion to you, Dad... pack some things and move out of the house."

Bill coughed, trying to catch his breath and holding his hip. "This is MY fucking house, and I'm not going anywhere"

Kyle smiled. "I see one of three ways for you, Bill..." knowing that it was pure disrespect, but at this point, he didn't care. "One, you take the ass-whopping that you definitely deserve," he continued.

"Two, you pack some things, go stay somewhere nice, and we'll figure out what needs to be done."

"Or..."

"Or?... or what?" Bill questioned

"Or..." Kyle pulled out his phone, unlocked it, then tapped three times, each with a corresponding beep. Then he showed his dad the screen. "You become the defendant and go to jail for domestic abuse." The numbers '911' lit up on the screen.

"Your choice: make it now, or I will." Kyle placed his thumb on the 'call' button, then looked at his dad.

"Time's ticking"

Bill rose slowly. "Ok,... ok... just give me a few minutes to..." Bill swung at Kyle, catching his ploy, but unfortunately not in time. Kyle's head rocked to one side. Chloe grabbed Kyle's phone when Bill hit him. She pressed 'call'.

"911, what's your emergency?" Chloe told the dispatcher everything; they wanted her to remain on the line until officers arrived. She quickly ran down the stairs, unlocked the front door, and waited.

After the police left, they took statements and gave both Chloe and Kyle numbers for counseling if they chose. An automatic restraining order was put in place until a judge could make a more detailed determination. Bill wasn't to be within 500 feet of Kyle or Chloe, the house, or any place of employment, and he went to spend some quality time with the local police until he was brought before a judge.

Over the next month of court hearings and conference calls, the court ordered Bill to complete anger management and 200 hours of community service; the RO was to remain in effect for the next 2 years. It was at this time that they handed Bill divorce papers, citing spousal abuse and cheating.

Outside the courthouse, Bill fumed, yelling slurs at Chloe and Kyle, even Maddy. Kyle just wrapped his arms around both ladies and walked away from his childish fit.

Kyle had hired a P. I. It didn't take long before he'd returned with evidence of what they already expected. One picture in brilliant color showed Bill kissing his attorney in the front doorway, her bathrobe open, a pair of black lacy panties, and nothing else. They were kissing in more than just a professional way. With that and the other pictures, Chloe had enough evidence to prove her case.

At the divorce hearing, each side presented its evidence. After taking it all in and 3 hours of debate, the judge made his decision.

"In the case of Miller vs. Miller, Mrs. Miller has proven her case, and I am ruling as follows: Mr. Miller, you will pay spousal support of $2,000 per month for a period of 2 years, ending sooner if Ms. Miller remarries within that time," he continued. " Also, Ms. Miller will retain the house and its belongings. Child support isn't required because they are adults." He also said Bill's daughter would bring him Bill's belongings, but if he heard anything less than complete cooperation, those in trouble would see the inside of a jail cell.

The judge turned to Bill's attorney and, in no uncertain terms, said that this court hearing would be sent to the ethics board for review. Later, they heard that she was sanctioned and had to pay a very hefty fine.

A month later, Kyle worked diligently to become a certified journeyman electrician. He passed all the basic exams and steadily worked through the second half of advanced training, which was reserved for 2nd-year students. Even his Teachers were impressed with him. The best part was that they paid him; it was beginner pay, but pay nonetheless.

A fall morning, with falling leaves, colorful trees, and chilling winds. Kyle sat at the kitchen table going through the bills. Chloe came down the stairs and entered the kitchen.

"Morning, baby," Chloe beamed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

"Morning, Mom," Kyle replied, looking up from the screen, smiling. "Beautiful as ever, I see"

Chloe blushed. "Thank you, baby," and with that, she turned and opened the refrigerator, bending at the hip. Kyle's eyes and mouth opened wide as his mother's heart-shaped ass and bald pussy came into clear view.

"MOM!" Kyle cried out, his voice crackling.

Chloe stood up and turned to look back at her son. Placing the bacon, eggs, and milk on the counter. She stepped to where her son sat, spinning his chair so that they were face to face. She placed her hands on the armrests. Kyle's hands were in his lap. Covering his now fully engorged cock.

Tilting her head to the side, she looked at him and asked, "Really?" She took his hands and placed them on the armrest. Looking back at his covered cock, simply smiled and said, "Very nice!"

"Picking up and taking over when I was unable to, becoming the man of the house has certain responsibilities." Chloe had been battling with this for quite some time; she had made a decision, and with that, she continued to talk calmly to her son.

"Those responsibilities you have taken care of in short order; however, there are other responsibilities." She took a moment to keep her nerve. "That you may, or may not, know of," she said, keeping her gaze on her son's eyes. I've just shown you the other responsibilities. Now I don't want you to give me an answer now; think it over, and then, when you know what you wish to do, all I ask is that you let me know, please."

Kyle could only nod. The thought of what his own mother was asking was a monstrous ask. That didn't stop Chloe from showing off her wares at every chance. By the 3rd or 4th time, Kyle noticed her juices were starting to trickle down her inner thigh, and he had a hard-on that was starting to hurt.

Chloe was finishing breakfast when Kyle slipped behind her and hugged her. His cock was rock hard as it pressed between her ass cheeks, making itself known. Letting out a moan, she turned in his arms, trapping his cock between them.

"Baby, think about it, please." She smiled, then on tiptoes kissed Kyle in a more... loving manner, taking Kyle's breath away.

Kyle spent most of the day in his room. Chloe thought this was a bad idea; she didn't want to lose her son, too. Then, around 3, he came down, kissed his mother in a not-so-mom/son way, and said he'd be back by dinner and was going over to Jason's because he had a problem with the new computer he had just bought.

Chloe just stood in the kitchen, eyes wide, heart pounding, catching her breath as he closed the front door and said, "ok" breathlessly.

At Jason's, Kyle asked, "Bro... what's so important that I had to lie to my mom?"

Jason has been Kyle's best friend since before kindergarten. They were more like brothers than friends. Jason looked pale as he checked, for the fourth time, that his mom wasn't close enough to hear them.

"K-dawg, has your mom been acting... funny since the divorce? And sorry about that," Jason said, still checking.

"What do you mean by 'funny'" Kyle asked

"Man of the house kinda funny..." Jason said bluntly.

Kyle froze and asked, "You... and your mom?"

Jason nodded slowly. "You can't tell anyone, man..." " You haven't answered my question, dude"

Kyle nodded. "But I haven't given her an answer yet," and asked, "Have you?"

Jason turned his back to him and lifted his shirt. His back looked like he had gotten into a fight with a lion. Claw marks ran up and down, trailing off at his sides.

"Fuck, Dude..." was all Kyle could say.

Jason grinned. "Totally worth every mark, bro," adding, "She keeps me drained... every morning before work, giving that 'if you know, you know' look.

Kyle smiled. With this new information, he had more than enough to decide. He looked at his phone, saw the time, swore to Jason he wouldn't tell a soul, pecked Jason's mom on the cheek, gave Jason the 'bro hug,' and headed home. Kyle drove home with his heart pounding and his mind made up. Jason's scratched-up back and that easy grin had sealed it. If his best friend could handle it and call it worth every mark, then maybe this wasn't as monstrous as it first felt. His mom was lonely, neglected, and still beautiful. He was the man of the house now. And he wanted her.

He pulled into the driveway just as the sun started dipping. Chloe was in the kitchen again, wearing one of his old T-shirts that barely covered her ass and nothing underneath. She turned when the door opened, eyes wide and hopeful.

"You're back early," she said softly.

Kyle didn't answer with words. He walked straight to her, cupped her face, and kissed her the way a man kisses a woman he intends to take. Deep, hungry, tongue sliding against hers. Chloe moaned into his mouth, hands flying to his chest, then lower, gripping the hard outline of his cock through his shorts.

"Baby..." she breathed when they broke apart. "You decided?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm in. All the way."

She led him upstairs to the master bedroom--the one that used to be hers and Bill's. The sheets were clean and fresh. Chloe pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood naked in front of him: full 34D breasts with tight, grape-sized nipples, flat stomach, the neat triangle of trimmed hair above her bare, glistening pussy. Her thighs were already slick.

Kyle stripped fast. His cock sprang free--thick, long, already leaking at the tip, bigger than anything she'd seen in years. Chloe's eyes locked on it.

"God, look at that cock," she whispered. She dropped to her knees, wrapped both hands around the shaft, and took the head into her mouth. Warm, wet heat surrounded him. She sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling under the ridge, then deeper, letting him push toward the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin as she worked him, one hand stroking what she couldn't fit, the other cupping his balls.

Kyle groaned, fingers tangled in her hair. "Fuck, Mom... your mouth feels so good."

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him while she looked up. "I've wanted this cock since the day I saw it in those swim trunks. Soft it was already impressive. Hard..." She licked a long stripe up the underside. "It's perfect."

He pulled her up, kissed her hard again, then guided her onto the bed. Chloe lay back and spread her legs wide, showing him everything--pink, swollen pussy lips, clit already peeking out, wetness trailing down toward her ass. Kyle climbed between her thighs and buried his face there. He licked her slowly at first, flat tongue dragging from her entrance up to her clit, then circled the little bud while two fingers slid inside her tight, hot pussy.

Chloe's back arched. "Yes... right there, baby. Eat Mommy's pussy. It's been so empty."

He sucked her clit between his lips and curled his fingers against the spot that made her thighs shake. Her hands fisted the sheets. Juices coated his chin. When she came the first time it was with a sharp cry, pussy clamping down on his fingers, hips grinding against his mouth.

Kyle didn't give her long to recover. He rose up, wiped his mouth, and lined his cock up with her entrance. The thick head nudged her open. Chloe locked eyes with him.

"Put it in me. Fill me up. I need my son's cock."

He pushed forward slowly, stretching her inch by inch. She was tight--tighter than he expected--and so wet the slide was easy once the head popped inside. He kept going until his hips met hers and every thick inch was buried in her pussy.

"Fuck... Mom, you're squeezing me so hard."

"Because I want every bit of that cock," she panted. "Now fuck me. Hard."

Kyle started thrusting--long, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his hand worked the other breast. Her pussy fluttered around him with every thrust.

He flipped them so she was on top. Chloe sank down onto his cock with a moan, then started riding--rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his base, breasts bouncing freely. Kyle held her waist and thrust up to meet her. The sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her shaved pussy over and over almost finished him.

"I'm close," he warned.

"Don't you dare pull out," she ordered. "Come inside me. I want to feel you fill my pussy."

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and pounded up into her. Chloe came again first--loud, shaking, pussy milking him in rhythmic pulses. That pulled him over. Kyle groaned her name and unloaded deep, thick ropes of cum pumping into her cunt, flooding her until he felt it start to leak out around his cock.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads touching. Eventually Chloe lifted off him with a wet sound; his cum dripped from her swollen pussy onto his stomach. She scooped some with two fingers, tasted it, then offered the rest to him. He licked her fingers clean.

That night they barely slept. He took her again from behind, fucking her hard while she braced on all fours, his hands on her hips, watching his cock slam into her pussy and his balls slap her clit. Later she sucked him hard again and let him come on her tits, then rubbed the mess into her skin. Near dawn he woke her with slow, deep strokes, missionary, kissing her the whole time while he filled her a third time.

In the weeks that followed it became their new normal. Mornings started with Chloe riding him or sucking him off before he left for trade school. Evenings ended with him buried in her pussy, her ass, or her mouth--wherever she wanted him. She scratched his back the same way Jason's mom had, proud marks he wore under his work shirts. He bought her a small vibrator just for the nights he was too sore, but most nights he handled it himself.

One Saturday Maddy came by unannounced. She found them in the kitchen--Chloe in one of Kyle's shirts again, him standing behind her with his hand up under the hem, fingers casually inside her while they cooked breakfast. Maddy froze, then slowly smiled.

"About damn time," she said. "Dad was a dick. You two look happier than I've seen you in years." She hugged them both, no judgment, and later admitted she'd half-expected it after the way their mom had looked at Kyle since the divorce.

Kyle never looked back. He finished his electrician certification early, started making real money, and kept the house running. Chloe never felt neglected again. Every night her son's cock, tongue, and hands reminded her she was still wanted, still beautiful, still very much a woman.

And every morning when he left for work, she stood at the door in nothing but a robe, kissed him deep, and whispered, "Hurry home, baby. Mommy's pussy will be waiting."

He always did.