A Visit Home

A Visit Home

>Gumball parked his car in front of his old family home.
>It was beat up, a little nasty, and cheap.
>His car wasn’t much better
>They’d never really properly repaired all the damages that the house had sustained over the years
>And mom couldn’t afford to find somewhere new.
>At least dad wasn’t making things worse anymore.
>True to her word, Nicole had made her marriage work until Gumball and Darwin had gone to college.
>It hadn’t lasted much longer than that.
>Whatever. Enough about that. It’d be nice just to be home again for a bit.
>Darwin and Carrie were holding down the fort at their little rented place
>It would be annoying sleeping on the couch for a couple nights, but hey:
>It would be nice not to be woken up by “Gh-ost blowjob! Woowoo woo woo woo!” every night

>The front door opened before he could knock
>Nicole leaned against the door, and her eyes darted from his toes to his head
>Like she was sizing him up
>”Hello, you.” They way she said that was just so... Weird.
>”Uh” She really caught him off guard with that “hey mom”
>She ushered him in, checking left and right down the street before shutting the door and locking it
>Gumball barely got his jacket off before she hugged him.
>She was pressing herself into him, tucking her head into his chin.
>Nicole took a deep breath,filling her nose with that near-earthy, half-spicy, all enticing blend of man and cologne.
>”Ah, I missed this.” She muttered under her breath as she swayed back and forth on the spot as Gumball returned her hug hesitantly.
>This? What? “This?”
>She stopped moving, as if he’d caught her doing something she hadn’t realized she’d done.
>”Um, you.” She pulled back to look up into his face
>”I’ve been missing you. My little boy’s all grown up.”
>There was something about that look in her eyes...
>”Come on” She walked him into the living room, one hand resting on the small of his back
>perhaps a little too low...
>Keeping him close, keeping him moving forward.
>Anais was right. Mom was acting strange.
>Really strange.
>I guess it’s just the divorce? She’s not normally this...physical.

>Wait, where was Anais?
>”So mom, where’s-”
>”She’s off at her friend’s place tonight, honey.”
>”Uh, Oh. Ok.”
>Gumball thought she’d be here. She was the one who suggested he come over for a bit…
>Anais had said that mom needed some new company. She was ‘going up the wall with boredom’ apparently
>Well, mom was certainly going up the wall with something.
>”Here, why don’t you sit down while I fetch you a drink…”
>Jesus. She was almost purring when she said that. What is-
>”A beer ok?”
>Hell yeah.
>”Hel- uh, yeah. Yeah that’d be cool. Thanks.”
>He heard her giggle as she disappeared around into the kitchen

>A few minutes later she returned with an open bottle for him and a glass of red wine.
>Gumball took the beer as she joined him on the couch.
>She sat half on her side with her legs curled in, her head resting on her hand
>Her head tilted down, looking up at him with those big, bright eyes that seemed to be asking for something, longing even.
>They chatted pleasantly for a time, Gumball trying to ignore the growing unease he felt.
>They talked of school, about work, she asked after Darwin, Gumball asked how Anais was.
>They didn’t talk about the divorce. That was still somewhat fresh.
>Gumball knew it was on her mind, the way she casually mentioned ‘feeling lonely’ several times
>He could have sworn she’d batted her eyelashes at him one of those times.
>As they talked, Nicole seemed to grow more restless. Impatient even.
>”So” She asked nonchalantly as she stared at her wine “Any girls I should be worried about?”
>Gumball chuckled, embarrassed. Then asked confused “worried about?”
>She paused “Worried for, I mean. You little terror you.”
>Gumball gave a nervous little “heh.” and watched her warily.
>He thought he could see her inwardly cringe at her own words before she hastily got up and headed for the kitchen for a refill
>He’d caught her again.
>But...caught her at what, exactly?

>If he didn’t know better he’d have sworn she was...Nah.
>”Guuuumbaaall” Her sing-song voice called from the kitchen after a moment “Would you come help me?”
>Obediently he put his bottle down and headed in
>His mother was bent over, searching for something under the kitchen sink
>She bent over further, and her tail began to flick back and forth
>causing her skirt to edge higher and higher
>With one powerful swish, and not a little hip action, it came up quite far enough
>Gumball was struck dumb at the sight.
>His mother’s glistening pussy lips stared back at him
>There was no way that was an accident.
>Suddenly she stood up, her skirt falling back into place as she began resting her weight on the counter and craning her head back
>”MmmmMMMMmmmmm…” She moaned, rubbing her back with one hand
>Gumball could do nothing but stare at her gobsmacked
>She eyed him and smirked a little before catching herself and putting on an air of total composure
>”What’s the matter, honey?” She asked innocently
>”Uh...Y-you called me?” He blinked, still trying to process the flashing.
>”Oh, yeah. Um, I’m fine now.” She answered quickly

>The two stood awkwardly in the kitchen like that.
>She had done that on purpose. Probably impulsively too, judging by the way she didn’t seem to know what to do next.
>Had she expected him to…?
>Gumball rubbed his arm and Nicole looked down at her feet and shuffled them.
>Then they both looked up at each other at the same time, Gumball quickly avoiding her eyes
>Her shirt hadn’t been unbuttoned that far earlier, had it?
>The hug, the touching, the bedroom eyes, and now this.
>She’s...yeah. She’s after me. Gumball had seen that strange look in a woman’s eyes before.
>A blush spread across his face and he turned to leave the room.
>This was too much. He had to get away
>He hoped his walking wouldn’t look awkward with his raging, guilt and confusion laden hard on
>A hand grabbed his shoulder and stopped him
>”Where are you going little man?”
>”I-I-I thought you were done. Uh, with me in here…”
>”Oh no. Nononono We’re just getting started.” She grated through her teeth

>”No more waiting. No more tempting. I can’t take it any longer!”
>She advanced on him, backing Gumball into the wall
>”I tried to get you to give me it, but it looks like I’ll just have to take it.”
>”Mom…” Gumball whispered, half afraid and half aroused
>”You’re not going anywhere until momma gets what she fucking needs.”
>Holding his shoulder with one hand, she groped him with the other
>Gumball wanted to make a break for it.
>To push her away and run for his car
>But...it felt so good.
>”Oh-ho-ho” She chuckled smugly, feeling up his erection
>”Looks like you’re not as innocent as you seemed.”
>She let go of him and wrapped her arms up around his neck, pressing her body into his
>Grinding her aching, dripping need into his hesitant, but growing want
>”Were you just enjoying the view?”
>”Mom…”
>”Or have you always wanted me?”

>In truth, he hadn’t. He’d never thought of her that way.
>Never even dreamed of thinking about her that way.
>But now he was warring within himself between fear and desire
>Both burning sensations bubbled up from his chest and he began to almost hyperventilate
>A desperate strength tensed in his muscles and the choice was made.
>He uttered a low growl and grabbed her by her thighs, just under her butt
>Her surprise squeak transformed into a “woah-woah-woah!” as she was lifted up
>A couple quick steps forward and she was dropped onto the kitchen table on her back
>Her legs flying up as she fell, Gumball grabbed them and dropped them on his shoulders as he busied himself unzipping
>”Haha! Yes!” Nicole squealed in glee “Ah! It’s been too long since I had a MAN!”
>Gumball let his pants drop to his ankles as Nicole pulled a little plastic package from her shirt pocket
>”Now quick get this oo-AAAaaawwwwwnnnnnnn!” Her order melted into a moan as Gumball stuffed himself into her.
>The condom slipped through her numb fingers and flopped to the ground forgotten

>She threw her arms back over her head and gripped the table edge
>Her legs tried to curl around his neck to pull him deeper
>Gumball pounded her mercilessly. A kind of vengeance for the teasing.
>He’d never felt this kind of animal lust before. His groans of pleasure and exertion were half growl
>He wanted more. More of her. To feel her twist and turn under his fingers.
>He bent over her and gripped her shirt in shaking hands, ripping it the rest of the way open
>The buttons clattered around the room.
>”Ah! Gum-ball-you’re-fuck-in-wiii-illd!” Nicole tried to say, gasping with each thrust
>He simply upped the pressure on her, like her words were a challenge.
>Squeezing her breasts, flicking her nipples, and just slamming into her as best he could
>She writhed and screamed under his attentions until she finally broke
>Screaming his name as she came
>Gumball gritted his teeth and pounded a few more times before deciding she’d had enough
>He had as well. As much as he wanted to try and push her into a second climax - just to really exhaust her, he was spent, himself.
>So he groaned and shot into her still trembling body
>Nicole wheezed a “uuunnhyesssss” As Gumball sighed and pulled out of her

>He took a couple steps back, back against the wall. Then let himself slide down it until he was sitting on the floor
>He waited a second before starting to half-heartedly pull his pants back up.
>Then looked back up at the table. Nicole was still laying where he’d left her.
>She let out shuddering moans as she recovered from his assault
>He was content to sit there, eye level with her exposed pussy
>It was oozing their combined juices
>He’d never seen such a satisfying sight
>Eventually his mother stirred, and rolled off the table onto wobbly legs.
>”You got what you needed?” Gumball asked
>”Yeah...I think so…” She muttered as she wandered away in a daze, holding the walls to steady herself
>”Need some help there?” He called after her as she left the room
>”N-no...I can make it…”

>So Gumball was left to sit and stew in his thoughts
>He’d really just done that.
>He felt dirty. He felt used. He didn’t think he could ever look at his mother the same way again
>How could he look at her face now and not see it contorted as she screamed his name in orgasmic ecstasy?
>He wasn’t sure if he had almost been raped by her.
>He wasn’t sure he hadn’t just done the same to her. Sure felt like it.
>And it had been the best sex he’d ever had.
>God, he wanted to go again.
>He wanted to feel her under him, and around him again
>Hell, he’d let her tie him up and actually rape him if it meant he got to feel her on him again
>Gumball decided that now he really did understand the meaning of ‘guilty pleasure’
>”Guuuuumbaaaaall!” Nicole shouted from upstairs, probably her room. “Come to bed, dear!”
>Ah, the siren calls again.
>I guess this is what the rest of my weekend is going to look like...
>Beats sleeping on the couch, that’s for sure.