John X Mom

John looked around in awe as he stepped into the Lalonde house. He was pretty tired from the flight over, but the house was just too extravagant to ignore. It was huge, and it was practically hidden away in the forest. There was even a waterfall running through it! He greeted Rose with a  smile, happy to see her for the first time. Her mom had invited everyone over for a huge party, and she was even nice enough to pay for everyone’s plane tickets. Even Jade and her grandpa were gonna be there, all the way from their deserted island.

Being the first to arrive, John wandered around the house for a bit before Rose caught up with him, giving him the grand tour. He wasn’t sure if he liked Rose, but she was always a nice, reliable friend. She showed him her room, the observatory, her cat’s mausoleum, and pretty much every other part of the house. There was one room, however, that Rose passed, which John was eager to ask about.

“Hey, what’s in here, Rose?” he inquired as he tested the doorknob, noticing that it was unlocked. Rose quickly planted her hand firmly on the door, keeping it shut. “That’s where my mother keeps her liquor. I advise staying away from it.” Rose said in a stern voice. She wasn’t angry, but she was definitely serious. John was quick to back off, not wanting to get into any sort of trouble the first and probably only time he’d ever get to be in her house.
It wasn’t long before Dave and Jade arrived as well. Dave’s flight from Houston was late, and Jade had to take a boat ride to Hawaii before leaving from Honolulu. The four friends greeted each other, happy to all meet for the first time. Even over the internet the four had grown close. Rose ran off with Dave and Jade to tour the house again, while John decided to stick behind.

Taking a seat in her living room, he looked around again, just absorbing the atmosphere. Rose’s mom must’ve been really wealthy. The house itself was just so big, and it was covered in art, statues, and sculptures. Focusing on a particularly large wizard statue, John didn’t notice Rose’s mom swoop in from the other side, quickly taking a seat next to him. By the time he’d noticed and turned around, she was already twirling a finger in his hair. She had placed a cocktail glass filled with pale pink liquid down to the side.

Instinctually John moved away, not really knowing Rose’s mother that well. She gave a small chuckle and crossed her legs, leaning back into the couch more. John’s eyes quickly scanned her body from head to toe, and he blushed, embarrassed that he had just ogled her in plain sight. Ms. Lalonde just chuckled again, mockingly doing the same to him before giving him a wink and picking her drink up and taking a sip.

“You’re, uhh, you’re very pretty Ms. Lalonde. I mean your house! Your house is very pretty.” John blushed harder as he spoke, shutting himself up and shaking his head. Ms. Lalonde did nothing, adjusting the way she was sitting, gently kicking her foot back and forth. John’s eyes were naturally drawn to her legs, wrapped in thin black stockings, her dress riding up to her hip. “I’m sorry, I’m legging…letting! Letting myself…awww…” he whined, running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath, forcing his gaze away from her.

Rose’s mom fidgeted a bit closer, placing a hand under his chin and tilting his head up to her. She began to lean down, her face approaching his. She licked her lips, and John shivered, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t right, was it? To just let her do this? But…she was just so beautiful…he could barely resist. Besides, she was the one doing it anyway. It wasn’t his fault.

With barely an inch to spare, footsteps began to descend the stairs. With the tour finished, Rose, Dave, and Jade made their way back downstairs. Ms. Lalonde quickly disengaged from the kiss, sitting up straight and taking another sip from her drink, quickly giving John another wink. John was still blushing and breathing heavily however, prompting questions from his friends. Jade was first, running down the stairs the quickest. “Are you ok, John? You look a little sick or something!”

He quickly went on the defensive, saying that he just felt a little light-headed from the flight. Dave mocked him for being so soft and Jade giggled along with them, but Rose said nothing, instead turning to her mother and glaring. Ms. Lalonde was unfazed of course, meeting her daughter’s gaze and finishing her drink before walking away. Rose turned to John, giving him a similar stare before speaking. “Dinner should be ready soon, everyone. We can make our way to the dining room.”

Together with their guardians the four kids made their way to the dining room and sat down at the table in their designated spots, a wide array of delicious food already spread out for them. Naturally, John’s designated seat, between his father and Jade’s grandfather was directly across from Rose’s mom. Throughout the meal she would slip her heels off, prodding and rubbing against his legs with her bare feet, the smooth feeling of the stockings against his skin sending chills up his spine.

Every time he looked up she was staring at him. It must’ve been his imagination. It would’ve been obvious if she was staring at him the whole time, right? John’s only salvation from being forced to stare at his food the entire night was Jade’s grandpa, who spun amazing tales about hunting and fighting for John, much to his relief and amusement. Even so, he could feel her stare on him. It wasn’t an ominous stare, that you would get from a bully or something, but her intentions were plain as day.

The meal concluded, and the four kids ran off to the observatory while the grown-ups stayed downstairs, sharing a drink. John was really able to relax now that he was away from Rose’s mom. He spoke with his friends about a bunch of stuff, from school to birthdays to this new game that was coming out called Sburb. But John couldn’t help but think about her. He was certain that she wasn’t just going to give up on him, yet she was perfectly willing to separate herself from him. What was her plan?

John, Dave, and Jade planned to stay over for the night and leave the next day. But the night was young, and the party was still going well into the night. Rose played her violin for her friends and their guardians, Jade’s grandpa and Dave’s bro had a few mock wrestling matches, and John’s dad even did some neat magic tricks with his hat. Soon the clock was past midnight, and the four kids all began to look a little tired. Sleeping arrangements were already setup, with Dave, his bro, and Jade’s grandpa in the observatory, Jade in Rose’s room, and John and his father in the living room on the couches.

Barely able to keep his eyes open, John hadn’t noticed where Rose’s mom went before he fell asleep, much to his chagrin. Still, with his father so close by, he felt safe. She wasn’t just gonna tackle him on the couch, after all. He fell into a restful sleep on the couch, his mind at rest.

His eyes bolted open in the middle of the night, waking from a nightmare. “Damn clowns…” he whispered, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, realizing that he had to go to the bathroom. He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before quietly getting up, making his way up the stairs and to the bathroom. His did his business, flushing before making his way back to the couch.

But the predator that had been stalking him was still waiting. She knew he would have to relieve himself during the night. So she waited, in her liquor closet, having a drink now and then. By the time she was able to strike, she was heavily intoxicated, but as Rose knew, this only made her more dangerous. As John walked past the door he wasn’t allowed to look in, it opened in a flash, a slender hand darting out and grabbing John’s collar, tugging him inside.

A hand was placed over his mouth to cover the resulting scream, the door shutting and locking with a soft click. Rose’s mom hoisted John onto the counter before flipping on the light. He squinted, once again having to adjust. As his vision returned he realized the woman with her back to him was naked, except for her stockings.

Before John could stutter out any sort of comment, Rose’s mother turned around and wrapped her arms around him, holding him closely to her chest. Her breasts were large, much bigger than they had looked before. The dress she had worn complimented her legs much more than her chest. John mumbled something against the soft skin of her cleavage, the woman placing a finger over his lips, gesturing to be quiet.

Being held so close, John couldn’t help but feel a little aroused. Inside the Con Air boxers that he had worn to sleep his cock began to stir, gradually becoming harder. It wasn’t long before his erection was poking Ms. Lalonde in the stomach. She looked down before giggling, reaching down with her hand and stroking him through his boxers. John’s muffled moans and whimpers fueled her movements, pulling the garment down and letting her slender fingers run directly along the length of his cock.

Forced into the situation, John began to lose his grasp on the inhibitions that had made him so weary of her hours before. He began to buck his hips in unison with the movements of her hand, tongue darting out and licking at the side of her breast. Confident that he wouldn’t try to call for help anymore, Ms. Lalonde released her grip on John, allowing him to adjust himself, hands gently groping her breasts, his lips wrapping around her nipple.

The two continued these movements until John began to whimper a little more, his limit quickly approaching. Rose’s mother only increased her speed, trying to do as much as she could for him as he reached a blissful crescendo, spurts of cum shooting out of him and onto her flat stomach. He made a small yelp as he climaxed, knowing that he had to remain as quiet as possible. Stepping back, Ms. Lalonde looked at John, eying him carefully.

John was sitting on the counter, hunched over, catching his breath. He looked up as Rose’s mom, standing there with her hands on her hips, her stomach covered with his cum. He stuttered out a quiet apology, tears forming in his eyes, when she wordlessly brought her hand down to her stomach, wiping the ejaculate away with her finger and bringing it up to her mouth, sucking it off eagerly. She repeated the process until her stomach was nearly spotless, only a thin, barely visible sheen of sperm remaining.

She stepped forward, running her fingers through his hair as she leaned down, planting a kiss on his lips. She allowed him to catch his breath before sending him out of the room, falling into one of the deepest sleeps he’d ever felt. The rest of the night and the next morning was a daze. He said goodbye to his friends, promising to look into that new game that was coming out. He was the last to leave, and as he looked out the rear windshield of the car they had rented, he looked at Rose and her mother both waving, the woman giving one last wink as they drove off.