Neighbor's Uber

"Honey! Pickie uppies!"

It was mom.

On the phone.

Drunk.

Drunk as a skunk if her slurred words were any indication.

She'd gone out with her best friend and neighbor for a birthday girl's night out. Her friend was a complete lush and mom was on her way as well. The divorce had been hard on her and she'd sought solace in the bottom of the wine bottle. Mom found a bosom buddy in the neighbor who's husband had also left her. The two were bitter and they traded barbs about the state of men while swilling down wine by the box. Chateau Collapse, I called it for a couple of reasons. I had been pretty worried about mom but even more so when she started to go out with her new bestie.

It was late, or very early, depending on your perspective when I got out the door. The Corolla slipped through the night and to the upscale bar in town. It was quiet when I got there and it appeared they were the only two left in the main bar. The bartender, usually an affable guy, was at the other end of the bar doing his best to ignore their signals for another drink.

"Hey, Cheeks, bring more wine down here with your sweet self."

That was mom's friend, Karen, cackling away after her 'funny' joke. The bartender glanced at me, at them, and with a look of relief, continued to rub down the bartop.

"Johnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny!"

Karen kept up her loud chat when she noticed me. Mom looked under the weather and had her eyes on the bar. The night had not been kind to her at all. It was hard to see. At least she still looked pretty.

"Karen, let's get mom and get out of here, eh?"

"One more drinkee-poo, okay?"

"Nah, we got to go. Bar's closed. See, bartender's showing you his watch."

Thankfully the bartender was onto it and as he tapped his wrist, Karen blew a raspberry as she stood up.

"Fuckin' lightweight shit bar don't want to serve more."

She teetered all around on her stilettos. Four inch heels and drinks don't make for a great combo and she had to grab the bar rail as she almost ended up on her ass on the floor. I gathered up mom's phone from the bar and put her purse strap over her head to keep it in place. I gestured to the bartender for the bill but he shook his head and mouthed paid to me and motioned to go. Must have been a tough night for him with these two heckling him. Hope Karen tipped well. She usually did. I know she gave him some eye candy as well but I doubt it made up for the abuse.

Mom managed to stagger along with my arm supporting her weight. Karen clung to my other arm and pressed her big soft boob into it. Her dress was cut low and showed off both her breasts to their fullest. They weren't small by any measure and Karen loved to get a reaction. Tonight they were the feature attraction in her dress and, with any movement, offered to spill out to show more. We negotiated the door without anyone falling and made it outside. I was across the parking lot but figured it would be easier to get them to the car then the car to them. I began to move and mom came along with me, her head pressed against my chest now. I felt her start to drift and grasped her tighter. My hand rode up from her waist to below her ample breast. She made a 'mmmmmmm' sound and stood up.

Karen took a different route and let go of my arm as she staggered into a fall onto a car. No alarm but she landed hard on her belly and knocked the wind from herself.

"What the fucccccccccccccccccccccck!"

Once she was up again, I walked mom her way and collected her, too. She was tight against my arm and used it to stop me.

"Give me your arm, tooooooooooooooooooo."

I knew she would stand there till I did. So with an arm around each woman, we started out yet again.

"You grabbed my tit, naughty boy."

I couldn't help it, they were so big and if I put my hand on her waist, there was boob.

"Do it again!"

She stopped and shook both breasts. I gave the one under my hand a squeeze and she squealed with laughter. My task tonight wasn't all bad. I wondered if the bartender got this chance.

"To the carrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

I managed to get mom in without cracking her head on the roof and buckled the rear belt around her. With a hand on her head, I slowly closed the door after giving her a slight nudge to push her upright. Her head was back against the door as she moved into oblivion.

"Imma ride in the back, too, chauffeur man!"

Hands on the roof then the trunk then the roof again, Karen made her way to the other back door.

"Help me in."

She held out her hand and waited for mine. I opened the door and helped her in.

"Put my belt on, too!"

I didn't argue and, with my face between her breasts, I finally got it buckled. Karen grabbed my head and forced it into her cleavage as she laughed uproariously.

"Like those titties, Johnny?"

I smiled and nodded. She grasped each side of the front of the dress and threatened to rip it open to show them off. I closed the door before she did. Mom was complete out, head lolling on her chest and Karen was in full slut mode. It was quite the ride home.

I pulled into mom's driveway. Mom was fully out so I decided to get Karen home first. I left mom splayed out on the back seat with her pink lace panties on full display. Karen was partially out, too, when I opened her door. She woke and tried to climb out still belted in. This appeared to be the funniest thing ever by her laughs. I reached over and pressed the button. She listed toward me as the resistance was gone.

"Ooooops."

I managed to stop her before she fell. A bit of work and effort on her part and she was back on her feet beside me.

"Take me home and have your way with me, Johnny!"

It was louder than expected in the dark. I had to laugh as I had pictured Karen doing all sorts of things for me from before. Now here she was ready to do them. But drunk as shit, she wasn't fair game. The walk down mom's driveway, down the sidewalk, and up her sidewalk to the door was a crooked, loud shuffle.

"Got a key?"

She looked at me. Her finger found the bell once, twice, then close to ten times. Lights came on in the house and I heard the deadbolt slide open. It was Karen's daughter in a t-shirt that sort of covered things.

"Hey, John. Mom pissed again?"

I nodded.

"I got her from here. Thanks for getting her home."

She grabbed her mom gently and turned her. As she moved her, and her mom started to slump, her own shirt climbed her ass and showed she was without underwear. I'd seen her in bikinis but never nude. Looks like I missed out on seeing some things.

"Night, John."

She shut the door and I heard them move into the house.

Mom was next. She was out, completely out in the car. I released the seatbelt, put my arm around her, and move her to get both hands and arms under hers. It was awkward as shit but I didn't drop her. One shoe slipped off so I took the other off as well. We shuffled slowly to the door as I took the majority of her weight. She barely stood on her own while I looked for the key in her purse. I found it under the Mace spray and three condoms. Fuck.

I walked her in, shut the door, and moved her toward her bedroom. It seemed longer than it was and by the time I had her in the bed, and with her as near dead weight, I was covered in sweat. I left her in her dress and in the recovery position. I wasn't too sure how she'd react to that much alcohol so rather than drive home, I crashed on the couch after I locked up in case she wasn't well in the night. I left after dawn.

***

I stopped by mom's the following weekend to see if her lawn needed a mow and found her well into the wine box. It turned out that mom had destroyed most of the box of wine while Karen was late to the party. She was already in fine spirits while Karen had just poured her first glass. I watched mom continue to work her way through the wine as I headed out but Karen had come out onto the back deck to look at me mow.

"I'll have to get you over to mow my lawn, too, Johnny!"

Her voice carried over the lawn mower's racket and I nodded. She leaned over the railing and pressed her breasts together to give me an amazing show of cleavage. After last weekend, it was pretty obvious she had interest in me and now, sober, I knew that for sure. She'd always been 'that mom', the one who's house everyone stopped by. Had she had a son rather than her gorgeous, unobtainable daughter, it would have been the neighborhood hang out for sure. As it was, it was a split between guys who wanted to see what she was wearing versus those that tried to talk to her daughter. As our neighbor, I got to do both. It had been awesome, let me tell you. Her girl was unusual and, despite her absolute hotness, had been like one of the guys.

I'd finished the cutting and had started to clean the grass out of the machine. She had come down by the shed and stood behind me.

"Think you could trim my bush, too, Johnny?"

I spun around, surprised by her closeness.

"You don't trim it yourself, Karen?"

"Mmmmm, wouldn't you like to know..."

I turned back to the job after our little back and forth. She was into me. I felt bad though as I liked her husband. I finished scraping all the grass out, gassed up the mower, and pushed it into the large shed. As I finished, Karen was right behind me again.

"It's nice and dark in here."

She grabbed me by the crotch and felt my partially stiffened cock.

"Looks like you liked what I said, Johnny."

Her wine soaked lips reached mine and I didn't fight her off. A tongue that tasted of cheap wine and desperation snaked into my mouth.

"Johnny, my husband said I'm the best cocksucker he's ever had."

I knew what her husband looked like and knew the stories about him. I'd bet she had been the only cocksucker he'd had. Regardless, she knelt on the rubber mat and tugged my shorts down. I was average in size and girth but the way she carried on, I knew the rumors about her man were true.

"Lean back and let me work my magic..."

I felt the rough wood on my ass but my stiff cock was ready.

Karen was nothing but teeth.

Sharp teeth.

"What the fuck?"

She looked up, worried, but got right back to it, unfortunately.

"Holy fuck, that hurt, Karen. What the fuck are you doing?"

She was literally chewing on my cock.

With her teeth.

On my cock.

Fuck.

"What do you mean? My husband loves this?"

"Chewing on his cock?"

"Well, there's not much to chew so I bite and nibble... on his..."

There must have been nothing there for her to do anything with.

"I... I... made a mistake..."

She moved to her feet as quickly as she could and brushed by me to get out of the shed. She rushed down the side fence till the end then turned to her own house. I felt bad with that. The poor woman had no idea what to do with a cock. I checked on mom, saw she was fast asleep on the couch, legs wide open with her hand on the front of her leggings and headed over to Karen's.

Only her car was there so her husband must have been out with his buddies and I had waved as her daughter went out earlier with friends. I rang the bell. No response. I rang it again. Still no response. I slipped down the side of their house and to their back deck. They had always kept a key under a bright pot and there it was. I looked through the window first though and saw Karen, head on her arms, as she sobbed at the kitchen counter. I knocked on the window to get her to lift her head. I motioned for her to come to the door and, surprisingly, she did.

"Johnny, I'm so sorry. So very sorry."

I took her in my arms and held her.

"The only man I've ever sucked has been my husband, no matter what he says."

That explained a lot.

"And now, when I tried to please you, I fucked it right uppppppppppppppppppppp..."

Her wail was pitiful. I took her inside and to the couch, sat her down, and got her a glass of water. The sobs lasted a few minutes and after a long drink, she turned to face me.

"You have a cock. My husband has... nothing down there... just a nubbin. I bite and lick it and he cums. He loves that."

I nodded along with her.

"But yours doesn't need biting, right?"

I nodded again.

"Can I..."

I stood and let my shorts drop. I was horned up and even her rough first attempt with me didn't quell hard on.

"Listen. No teeth. Tuck them behind your lips, use your tongue, and suck. Think blowjob, right? Start by kissing the head. Yes, just like that. Use your tounge to lick... damn. Now, take the head into your mouth. Lips... not teeth. A bit more... a bit more... Nice. Now up and down using your lips and tongue. That's it. Good girl."

I won't say it was a great blowjob but any blowjob, other than the one she tried in the shed, was better than none at all. I will give her credit. She stayed with it even when her jaw was tired and she had almost gagged five times. She got better as she went and was able to throat my whole cock close to the end.

"Karen, I'm going to cum soon."

She surprised me with her enthusiasm again and she went up and down as she slammed my cock into her mouth.

"Cumming... fuck, yes."

I could feel her tongue on my tip as I started to spurt. She dropped right down to my pubes and stayed there while I released six strings of cum. I could feel her suck my shaft as I finished off.

"Karen, you have to come off."

She slid her lips up slowly and my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Fuck."

With her hand around my cock, she squeezed a bit and coaxed the last drops out onto her finger and into her mouth.

"Was that better, Johnny?"

I just nodded and closed my eyes.

It was much better.

***

"How did you get pregnant?"

I just blurted the question out to her as we sat there.

"We rubbed together and he came on my lips and I pushed it inside. I figured that was how it worked with him. And it did."

Damn.

***

We had a drink and sat out on the deck. I had gone back to check on mom but her only focus was the glass in front of her after she had woke up for the next round. She seemed okay so I had gone back to Karen's place to get away from the drunkenness.

"Thank you, John."

There was no embarrassment, no shame, just gratitude in her eyes. I knew her husband had been her first and, other than me, her only. Now she had a comparison.

"I never once realized..."

Her wide smile said it all. I was all ears as I kept quiet and listened to her.

"How'd you like to come over and cut my grass once a week, too."

I nodded and smiled back at her.

"Who's cutting the grass?"

Her loud husband walked out onto the deck just at that moment.

"Johnny will."

"Oh, that's great. Really give it a good working over. It's been ignored for some time."

I smiled in agreement.

"If you can, do it when I golf on Saturdays. I'm gone the whole day so I don't have to hear the mower."

"Sounds good to me."

"All right, honey, we have to go to the golf club for a luncheon. Wear something hot so all the guys can see what a fine piece of ass you are. Am I right, Johnny? Big tits and a great ass should been seen all the time."

I only smiled but she winked at me and blew me a kiss.

***

My phone rang close to dinner time. I didn't recognize the number but it was a local one so I picked up.

"Johnny, can you come get us at the golf club? Hubby got into it hard and he is all but out. I got him to the SUV but... I had a few, too. Please?"

Uber service to the neighborhood... away!

***

The club was a ways out and it took half an hour to get there. I'd golfed there a couple of times with friends who were members but it never was my thing. I found their huge SUV off to the side of the parking lot. I guess she had tried to drive but ended up scared to go further. I pulled into a spot and walked over to their vehicle.

"Oh, Johnny, thank you so much for coming. He's out cold and I just couldn't drive safely."

As her husband had wanted, she had dressed to show what a great piece of ass she was. At least three quarters of her cleavage was on clear display and the sundress wasn't very long. She was lovely to look at. He, on the other hand, was out cold in the passenger seat, buckled in, and slumped against the window. I don't know how much he had but it was a lot.

"He brings a mickey with him so he doesn't have to buy so many expensive drinks. Today, he drained it all so quickly. It was a bit of a worry. Can you drive the SUV back so we don't have to move him? I'll bring you back when I sober up, okay? Please? I don't want him sick in your car. Please?"

So with that, I took the driver's seat with my very drunk and out of it passenger. It was a bit sketchy but there was no easy way to shift him into another seat other than into the rear cargo area. Better this than nothing.

"Just like the other night, eh, Johnny?"

Karen had pulled her breasts from her sundress by the time we cleared the parking lot and sat in the middle of the back seat. They were impressively ripe and at just under forty, still pretty pert. I stiffened as I dragged my eyes back to watch the road.

"Pretty much, yes."

"Johnny?"

"Yes?"

I had to look back again and I saw why she had called me. She arched way over the back of the seat and showed me she had no panties on. One hand held her dress up, the other touched herself.

"I have to pee. Find somewhere to pull in..."

There was a small pull out that, unless you were from around here, had no idea was there. I pulled into that one and put it in park. Her husband continued to drool as his head rolled to the front as I braked. I pushed his head over so he stopped making the choking noise and saw Karen stare at me in the mirror.

"Come help me out, Johnny."

I opened the door and offered my hand to her. A step down and she 'fell' into my arms.

"Whoops, sorry about that!"

She crushed her tits against me and reached up for my mouth with hers. She tasted like a sweet cocktail as I grabbed her ass and felt her nipples hard through my shirt.

"I really do have to pee..."

She walked over to the edge of the pull in, squatted, and released a large stream that soaked into the sandy soil.

"Fuck I needed that."

She was up and close to me again.

"He's out. Will you fuck me here and now?"

She put the back hatch up and put her hands on the back carpet as she wiggled her ass at me.

"He's right in the front seat... he might wake."

"No fucking way he wakes up."

She lifted her dress up and flashed a big solid ass to me. I was hard.

"Don't make me beg, please, Johnny. I will if you want but please... just show me what it's like."

I knelt behind her and licked her lips. She literally jumped in the air when I made contact.

"What are you doing!"

It was a screech of surprise.

"Licking you?"

"Licking me?"

"Yeah, like oral for women?"

"Fuck, really?"

"Really. I won't bite either."

She turned at that, but I smiled so she got back into position. I put my lips against hers and licked a bit. I could taste her saltiness but she was clean otherwise. I had my face glazed in no time as her excitement sprayed out. She dripped continuously when I pulled my face away.

"Motherfucker that was good."

"You liked that? Wait till I..."

As I stood, I slipped my cock up against her pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

I pushed a bit and it went into her.

"Johnny, fuck me. Fuck me right."

With that, I used my hips. She moved forward, too, until she hit the bumper with her thighs. No where left to go, a bit harder and I was balls deep. I felt her go tight and then relax around me and she let out an almighty moan that filled the back of the SUV. I saw her husband's head move and I kept still, buried deep in his wife, until he put his head back against the window. It was obvious he really was out.

I didn't hold back a stroke.

She was a moaner. She moaned and groaned and moaned some more as I fucked her hard. It was like tight virgin pussy that wriggled around me with every thrust. I am not lying that it was the best pussy feel of the twenty or so women I had been with so far. Wet and clenched, she made me feel like I was in a fucking machine designed to please. I kept at it for about fifteen minutes with her bent over the back.

"What other way can we go? Can I sit and ride you?"

I pulled out and let her stand up, turned myself and sat on the bumper. My hard cock waited and it wasn't long before she sat down on it. It bumped against her pucker and she giggled.

"Can it go there, too?"

"Yes it can!"

But she slipped it back into her pussy and backed up toward me. She did this hip dance of sorts that made everything inside me quiver. I knew it was a first for her but it was so fucking hot I had no idea what to do. I tried to keep my mind on the trees and her husband in the front but it wasn't enough. Whatever that move was became too much for me.

"I'm going to cum... better get up."

She just gyrated more.

"Karen, I'm fucking serious, I'm going to... to... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

I felt her push down on the open hatch to push herself all the way down on my cock as it spurted. Six times I squirted into her and six times she clenched around me. My ears rang from the pressure and excitement as I felt my cock soften inside. Her fat ass pressed against my thighs. And I could feel her tense her muscles which drove me nuts.

Fuck, what had I done?

She leaned forward and stood. I watched some of my cum drip down her leg as she stood, hands over head. She stretched, her dress still around her waist, where she tied it in the front to keep it out of our way. She turned and smiled at me.

"I could feel you cum inside me. You are the first man to do that. Did you know you are also the first man to fully fuck me, too? I had a C section with my daughter so other than my fingers, nothing's really been in there. Just you."

She had been a virgin... kind of. Fuck. It had been great.

She walked to the back door and got some wipes for herself. A quick squat and wipe, pulled her panties up, and she was done. For my cock, she had a wipe ready but seeing how covered it was, she bent over and licked it all up. She popped it into her mouth and sucked the last few drops out then wiped me up. Like that, it was over.

***

The ride back was uneventful. She left her dress mostly open and I had a great view whenever I used the mirror. She looked out the side window with a small smile for most of the ride. Close to her place, she put her breasts back in, checked her hair, and got ready to help me get him out. Her daughter was there, too, thankfully, and she helped out. I pulled into the garage to make it easier and together we half walked him, half carried him to the bed.

Her daughter was a mirror of what her mother's body must have looked like. In leggings and a crop top, I felt my cock twitch again. She always was a hottie but I never pushed the friendship. Karen watched me as she walked away and smirked as she saw where my focus was. I smiled and scanned her up and down, too, as I did my best lecherous smile.

"Thanks, Johnny. Give me a couple of hours and I will drive you back out there."

I headed over to my mom's house and found her sprawled out sleeping on the couch. Both her breasts were out of her top and it appeared she had passed out playing with them. Aroused by the sight, I pulled her shirt down, put her on her side, and covered her with a throw once I had a good look. I'd have to talk to her about her drinking for sure.

***

Good to her word, Karen called me at about seven that evening. Mom was still out on the couch so I locked the door and walked over to Karen's driveway as I had been stuck there without my car.

"I was going to ask my daughter to take you but I wanted to see you again... and I saw how you stared at her ass. I'll have to protect hers by giving up mine I think."

She handed me the keys.

"Can you drive there? I think I am good but another half hour will be better."

She had cleaned up well. Hair in a ponytail, cute skirt, and a tight top, I'd have guessed closer to thirty than to forty for sure. As she leaned back in the seat, she gave me a great side profile as I backed out onto the road.

"Do you think I'm a fine piece of ass, Johnny?"

"Yes, I do."

She sat there for a few minutes while we go out of the main city area and onto one of the secondary roads. The drive was relaxed and she played some music once we got further out.

"Do you think you could... do... that... one more time... today?"

I found another spot to pull in, an old garage, where I could park behind. It used to be a make out spot before. It was again that day.

"I want to try sucking again first, okay?"

We had stepped out of the SUV and she tried to kneel.

"That's a bad spot, let's try over here."

I brought her to a spot that I had enjoyed before. The used condoms littering the ground revealed it was current. There was a rock she could sit on that was perfect height and it was still there. She knew her role and took a seat and pulled me over. With my pants around my ankles, she went to work. No biting, no chewing, and lips behind her teeth, she gave a very passable blowjob. Nothing special but it wasn't like a garburator came to life either.

"I'm so wet."

With that, she stood, put her hands down on the stone, and bent over the rock. Once again, perfect position. It brought me back a few years.

She was wet, too. She'd obviously showered after the last encounter and she smelled sweet. I started up a slow stroke that she matched. It was nothing like our frantic fuck earlier but one that allowed me to focus on her pleasure and to last as long as possible. It wasn't long before I found 'the spot' and heard her moan, saw her knees go weak, and drop her head.

"Only ever with my fingers... fuck... more..."

It was great. A warm evening, the sound of the wind in the trees, and the quiet smack of flesh on flesh.

"Fuck me on my back in the SUV!"

Still rock hard, I dropped the seats flat, grabbed the emergency blanket from a bin in the back, and laid it, and her, out. We kissed deeply as I resumed my slow steady stroke in her. She started to get the idea of what to do and how to move so she went from a starfish to much more active. What brought her right over the top though was when I picked up her legs, put them on my shoulders, and went to town.

With her moans and grunts, I didn't last too long myself. I rode her through one more orgasm before I buried deep inside as her legs twitched, and I looked her eyes as my seed pumped into her. I squirted twice more and squeezed to push the last bit of cum out. Fuck she was fun to fuck.

She lay there and caught her breath as I flopped down beside her.

"Johnny, that felt so good inside me."

I watched as she used some wet wipes to clean up then as she pulled up her satin panties. Some of my cum had leaked out but the majority stayed in her. She gave me a big kiss as we put the seats back up and folded the blanket. What was supposed to be an hour's drive was now two but I regretted nothing.

She dropped me at my car and took the wheel. I followed her back to her house and made sure she got in safely. I waved to her and her daughter as I headed out to my own apartment.

***

We fucked most of her husband's golf days. Most of the time she came to my place as it made things easier. Each and every load was deep inside her by request.

It scared the shit out of me but, oh, did it feel good.

***

I started to notice the swell a couple of months later. Her breasts had increased in size a bit but it was the roundness of her belly that gave it away.

"Are you..."

She bit her lip and smiled at me.

"Holy fuck. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have a baby, silly."

"How will you explain that exactly?"

"I told my husband that night that you picked us up from the golf club that he was so horned up that we had... sex... and he pushed his... cum... into me."

"And he believed that?"

"Yes."

"And he's okay with a baby?"

"Of course. He 'fucked another one into his fine piece of ass' as he told his one buddy."

"But you're..."

"I'm not that old. I may look it but..."

"You don't look it but you have to be... forty?"

"Not quite but almost. The baby may come as a birthday gift actually."

Fuck.

***

It was easily the best sex of my life. Her swollen belly, her ballooned breasts, the ass that grew more each week. By the fifth month, she was an orgasm machine when on her side, one leg lifted, with her belly rubbed at the same time as her ass. I just couldn't believe it.

That day was no exception.

She'd come over when her husband left for golf. He'd felt the same about her this time as I could see her flushed and her hair tousled where he'd held it while she chewed him off. She told me she did it nearly daily now out of pure sexual need.

Her clothing all but fell off as she walked to the bedroom. No chat, no requests, just need for my cock. She assumed her favorite position with her stretched stomach to the side, legs apart, and fingers that danced on her lips. I knew the plan so I only had to drop my shorts and approach. She didn't want any oral, just cock, hard and fast, the way she wanted it.

And I gave it to her.

Despite her absolute hotness, I lasted longer each session which pushed her more and more into pure bliss. Today was no different and by the time we finished, she and the sheets needed a wash. From her side, to her back, and finally in a splayed doggy style with her belly on a pillow, it was non stop action. The slurping noise of her pussy was the final sound I heard before I experienced the tunnel vision that came from the long session. She made me hold my penis in her until it was completely flaccid then let me pull out.

It was incredible.

***

Seven months in, it came to a crashing halt.

"I just can't anymore."

***

I saw her when I stopped by to see my mother just before she had the baby. She'd come over and mom had prepared a nice lunch for Karen and her family and had invited me as well. Mom had dropped most of the booze and had sorted her things out.

Karen was radiant. She became fully ripe as the date got closer. Her hug was a reminder of what was and what never would be again but I was okay with that. She loved the guy, had a new purpose in life, and looked happier to me. I missed the long sessions of full sexual access but that was then and this was now.

I guess I had my eyes too much on her though as when I went downstairs to bring up more drinks, her daughter followed me down the stairs. I thought she was there to help.

"Mom's pretty happy, eh?"

"Yeah, she looks fantastic, too. I know the baby was a surprise but it was great for her. Years younger now, right."

"She sure does."

I gathered some cans and made ready to bring them up.

"I want one, too."

"One what? Coke? Sprite? Root Beer?"

She shook her head.

"Wine or beer? Mom has a lot left over since she stopped drinking."

Another shake of the head.

"Something harder?"

She nodded.

Then she licked her lips.

"Something much harder."

I said nothing.

"I know it's not dad's."

Fuck.

I was smart enough to keep my mouth closed.

"You think I really believe that dad, completely drunk to the world, made a baby that night with mom? I saw her panties the next day when I picked up the laundry. I guess she missed her throw because they were there, still wet and balled up, behind the basket. The way she was swanning around and smiling and singing to herself said even more. She stopped going over to see your mom and stopped bitching about everything, too. It was good to see for her but... you fucked a baby into my mom, dude!"

I could not have said anything even if I wanted to. I waited, my throat dry and constricted.

"I see how you look at her. I saw it today. Like she's this... draw... this compulsion for you."

We stood in silence for a moment.

"I followed her one day to your apartment building. I stayed till she came out, two hours later. Two hours of fucking you. She got in her car, redid her makeup, and drove home like nothing happened. Dad didn't get back from golf for another hour after her so she washed and changed then went to the store. I rummaged in the basket again and guess what I found? Stained wet panties."

They were just instant fuck sessions at my apartment. She came over and then she came all over me. So good.

"I started to follow her each day dad golfed. Know where she went each and every time? Your place. Same days, same results. I even managed to slip into your building. It's handy you have your last name on the buzzer with the apartment number and rode up to your floor. You can't hear much but it sounded like you were right against the door when I pressed my ear to it. I heard you tell mom she was a 'good girl' and that 'she sucked cock so well'."

It was true. Some of the days she just yanked my robe open and blew me at the door to get me harder.

"When she said, 'fuck me and cum in me, Johnny' that was it. I just couldn't believe it."

I tried to absorb all of this.

"And then, a couple of months ago, mom just stopped going. I knew it was over. But she was happy about it. Really happy. Happy it happened but knew it was done."

That made complete sense. I longed for more but knew I couldn't have it.

"But..."

There was a 'but' with a pregnant pause, if you will, a conjunction of doom.

"I'm not going to say anything to anyone. So..."

I let out the breath I held in after the 'so' and relaxed slightly until the repeat.

"So..."

Fuck, it got worse than 'but' with one discourse marker.

"Johnny, bring those drinks up, please, the guests are waiting."

She just smiled as mom yelled down the stairs.

"Later, Johnny."

***

The rest of the party was a complete blur. I tried not to look at Karen or her daughter at all and kept myself busy with snacks and drinks. Karen's husband was pretty tipsy by the end of things so Karen's daughter and I helped him home and left Karen and mom to talk and laugh.

The alcohol seemed to affect him more in the fresh air and the walk. By the time we made it the short distance to their house and up the stairs, he was all but out on his feet. We rushed him down to the bedroom, flopped him on the bed, and his snores reached us by the time we were down the hall.

"So... as I was saying..."

I knew this was going to be bad but she looked fucking amazing. I could picture Karen when she was a young woman as I gazed at Melody. From the swell of her breasts under her sweater to the shape of her hips in her fitted skirt.

"... I want one, too."

"One what?"

"I want a baby, too."

Completely unexpected, I stood in stunned silence.

"And you... Johnny... are going to give me one."

Fuck.

"All these years of giving you signs and hints I wanted you and nothing."

What?

"Didn't you ever wonder why I hung out with you? All those guys asking me out? Stopping by in their cars? And I spent time with you throwing a ball around or watching those old martial arts movies on your basement couch? I thought you must be gay for a while there. But you weren't. Once you started college I found out you had just been quiet about who you went with."

I certainly wasn't gay, I just didn't know.

Fuck, fuck, and fuck again.

Melody was into... me.

And I could have been in her.

Fuck.

Good job, Detective Johnny.

"I've felt your eyes on me lately. And I know you saw my bare ass when my shirt rode up when you dropped mom off the first time. Right? I thought so. I didn't even try to cover it up. I hope you liked it."

Wow.

"And when mom came back from the golf course with dad, I was home. She could have called me but she called you. That's when I knew for sure. The panties were just the creamy surprise. You know I licked them, right? I like how you tasted."

All of this I missed completely.

Completely.

"So..."

Oh, shit. Another 'so...' in the same day.

"I figure I just take mom's place. And... if things go well, maybe it's for the long term."

Here I was, her mother's fucker and she wanted to be with me.

"And you can pump a baby into me as soon as possible. I think I want four in total."

Four?

"Do you recognize the clothes I have on?"

I shook my head.

"This dress is the one that mom had on when you picked her up the first night and this all started. I have those panties on, too. Lift the back and you can still see the cum stain, believe it or not. I took them and didn't wash them."

I stood and stared at her. Was I supposed to lift the dress?

She turned and went over the arm of the couch. She looked back and spoke to me, a big smile on her face.

"What are you waiting for? I'm already one behind... two if you count me..."