Mafia Desire (Erotica)

I closed my eyes and thought back to that magical first night with my mother. My father had to travel for work and I had been a little disappointed he couldn’t be there.

Worse, my girlfriend of close to a year and the only girl I’d slept with, Mandy had broken up with me the week before.

I’d been alone in my room, feeling more than a little sorry for myself, when mom had come in wearing a short little red robe and saying that now that I was officially a man, maybe it was time I was ready for a very special gift, one just from her.

I had always thought my mother was attractive, no more than that, I knew she was hot. I’d had some occasional dirty thoughts about her especially after watching Kay Parker’s famous movie Taboo.

Those fantasies were few and far between and nothing I obsessed about, but when my mother removed her rove exposing the fact she was naked beneath, sank to her knees and slipped my cock from my pants, I did little to resist except to worry about hurting dad’s feelings or him finding out.

Mom had made me forget those concerns pretty quickly by taking me into her glorious mouth and licking, teasing and sucking me to the point I was whimpering and begging to come in my mother’s mouth.

After that surreal blow job mom had given me the option to leave my room and leave things at that or she would stay the night and let the birthday boy have anything I wanted. I grinned at the thought of how much sweeter my mother’s pussy was than any birthday cake could ever be!

Mom had guided me on how to take my time and lick her pussy and after I made her cum nice and hard she pushed me back, climbed up on top of me and for the first time took her son’s cock deep into her…

“Ryan!”

I jerked my head up and realized I had dozed off.

“What the fuck is this?”

I sat up to see Amy standing over me, her normally bright blue eyes filled with anger, and her lips set in a frown of disgust.

“I… um…” Christ what the hell could I say? I was sitting here with a puddle of jizz on my stomach and porn on the lap top.

At that thought I panicked; the name of the website was right there in big bold pink letters. I wanted to reach out and close the site, but right now Amy was looking at me, not the lap top and if I moved she would look that way.

“Umm?” she mocked me, “That the best you have?”

“Amy, look, I was just… well…”

“You were jerking off!” she snapped at me, “You disgusting pig! Jerking off and just laying here with your fucking load all over you!”

“Hey, so I jerk off sometimes, what you never play?” I grabbed the small towel I kept near the computer and wiped my stomach off, “What about those toys you have?”

“Those toys are what I used before you and what I use sometimes now because it seems my boyfriend would rather play with his dick then let me do it!”

She looked at the towel as I dropped it on the floor to pull my pants over my hips, “Eww, that’s nasty! I thought you kept that there in case you spilled anything.”

“I do, sort of.” I gave her a pathetic grin.

“You think this is funny?” she crossed her arms over her chest and glowered down at me, “I don’t!”

The expression ‘you’re cute when you’re mad’ came to mind as I looked at her. Then again Amy was cute period. Her long blonde hair was down and the tight pink t-short she had on flattered her perky little tits.

Her long tanned legs were on full display in her denim shorts and again I thought there wasn’t a guy I knew, other than myself, that would be choosing to jerk off when he had a girl like this in his life.

“Amy, I’m sorry, I was kind of horny and you weren’t around and…”

“Bullshit, Ryan!” She pointed down at me, “You got out of class at two thirty, you’ve only been here since three and you know I get out at five, you couldn’t fucking wait?”

“I… hey,” I noticed the time on the clock behind her on the wall, “Its only four.”

“I know I got out early, I figured maybe seeing you keep saying you’re tired at night I’d surprise you.” She grunted disgustedly, “Guess you’re so tired at night because you do this all the time!”

“You should have let me know I would have…”

“Would have what? Found an excuse to leave, said you were sick, not in the mood? That’s why I’m fucking pissed Ryan, if we had sex like we used to I wouldn’t care if you felt like jerking off here and there, but you never fuck me anymore!”

“No, we um… we had sex last weekend.”

“Last weekend?” She asked, spreading her arms out, “We’re twenty years old, Ryan, we have our own room! Christ my girlfriends half to beat their boyfriends off when it comes to sex, mine?” she rolled her eyes, “Rather beat himself off.”

“Amy, its just that…”

“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it.” She looked away and I was glad it was to the right, away from the lap top.

I leaned forward slightly, and slowly moving my hand reached for the mouse to try to close the video.

“You know I thought maybe it was me.” She turned back to me and I brought my hand up to scratch my cheek, trying to keep her attention away from my desk. “But know what, Ryan? Screw that bullshit; I know it’s not me!”

“Well sometimes…” I had no idea where I was going to go with this, it wasn’t her at all, but it would look worse if I didn’t argue and I was hoping she would get pissed enough to storm off so I could get rid of the movie.

“How dare you even try!” She yelled at me, “I’m not perfect, Ryan, I know that, but I’m cute, I’m good to you, and I want to have sex! We used to then all of a sudden you lost interest! I bought new lingerie I’ve offered to watch porn with you, do a little strip for you, I like to give head…” she shrugged, “I’m a fun girl Ryan and I want to have fun, but you don’t.”

I started to speak, but she held her hand up to stop me.

“But… you said we had sex last weekend?”

“We did.” I nodded, “You had a good time, didn’t you?”

“I did. You really fucked me,” she smiled, “Didn’t you baby?”

“I did.” I relaxed, “Twice, and nice and hard doggie the way you like it.”

“Yup, you even went down on me,” she sighed, “It was really nice.”

“Well maybe… um later we can…”

“Know why it was so nice, sweetie?” she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned in close to me as if she were going to kiss me.

Damn, I was somehow dodging this bullet, I thought and as she lowered her face to mine, my hand once again reached for the mouse.

“Why?” I asked, turning my head to kiss her.

“Because I wore that fucking stupid wig!” She shouted in my face causing me to flinch back in the chair.

“I thought you didn’t mind things like that.” I reminded her, “You like to role play.” As I spoke I relaxed somewhat when the computer had finally gone into sleep mode, causing the screen to darken.

“I like to role play sometimes, but I like us to be us and the only time you’ve fucked me right in the last couple of months is if I put that damn wig on!”

“I think its hot.” At least that was the truth, “I… I don’t know I like dark hair.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Oh, maybe I should dye mine for you?”

“Would you?”

“No!” She snapped, “So who is she Ryan?”

“What?”

“Who’s the brunette you want to fuck so bad you only want me if I make it easy for you to pretend I’m her!”

“Honey, there’s no one, really.”

“Don’t honey me!” she put her hands on the arms of the chair and leaned over me. “There’s someone, Ryan, who is it?”

“No one! There’s no other girl, honest.”

“Is that so?” She kept her eyes on mine, “So then why is it we were happy for months and we had sex all the time, and really good sex, then a couple of months ago you act like you don’t want to touch me unless I wear that dumb wig.”

“I…” I frowned, what the hell could I say, there is someone, but don’t worry it’s just my mom and she’s not having sex with me right now? “Look, Amy its just…”

“What, it’s just what? Christ, Ryan last night I came to bed and tried to go down on you and you said you were tired, what guy your age says that? Then I come home and you’re whacking off, you’d rather have your hand than me?”

“I… at least my hands aren’t on another girl.” I offered