mothers and son verseXjustanoobwriter

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Noel liked his family.

He just didn't like them enough to celebrate his 18th birthday with them. The skinny, blonde youth clocked in as a bird-boned beauty, who perhaps hit the alt-scene a little hard, and still not hard enough for his peers. Septum ring, but no tattoos. Big black hoodie with long fingers sticking out of the cuffs at the end of the sleeves, but nothing name-brand expect for his boots. He liked silver jewelry, though, and watches. Everything that could be hidden underneath his larger clothes that underlined his narrow frame. The tiredness in his blue eyes was intentional, an accessory like the rest. But it represented him. There was a darkness in him.

Maybe that's why mother Sylvia had been so adamant on upholding the tradition of renting out a house like this, for all of them to be here, celebrating him. Not that grandmother Shirley wasn't quick to jump on it. They had both heavily featured in his upbringing, and he had been more than happy to play their dutiful baby up until a few years ago, when he discovered the other delights of the Yareli night. Now he wasn't so sweet anymore. He found out that getting into shit, getting paid for it, and fucking was a whole lot more fun than family gettogethers and playing cards with two generations of women of his bloodline.

Somehow they'd guilted him into coming here, and they were now officially past the hour when he was born. Noel was alarmingly sober and he didn't like it one bit. He had thought he could handle it, all these aunts pinching his cheeks and his grandmother talking about 'how grown up' he was. That's why the boy with the dirty gold mop on his head stayed in a corner and looked out the window as the others made good use of the air bNb they'd all chipped in for. He felt robbed, and like he wanted to punch something. Everyone was conversing and making the same jokes, and laughing the same stupid way they always did. He could see the benefits of that, maybe, but not ALL the fucking time. And here he was, wasting a perfectly good occasion to get fucked up and use his back-breaking cock on someone pretty.

He was less and less subtle about scrolling through the site of milf porn on his phone, and when he came across a spread-eagle bitch with gray hairs framing her on-display pussy, he lost it. He sighed and stood up, and shoved his phone into the pouch of his hoodie. The utility space was crowded by some of his presents, and he fished out the envelope of exactly fifty dollars with a heart-warming note from his grandmother. The same kind of stuff she'd been writing him for years. The frowning teen stomped over to where Shirley and Sylvia were talking.

In a rare pause between reminiscing and gossiping about world news that worried both of them, he leaned down to speak in his grandmother's ear, grabbing her arm. "Hey, ganny," she loved when he called her that. "can I talk to you?" And the grip her had on her didn't really suggest she had a choice. He didn't even smile at his mother as he stole her mother away. He didn't really know what he was doing.

Only he did. The blood rushing to his cock and the burning adrenaline in his system already told him. It was messed up. But he was too bored and too horny to care. Somehow he knew it'd work.

He just found one of many bedrooms in this house, and that's when he finally let go of her, if indeed she followed. The young man looked at her, and the juvenile hair he kept, shaded his light eyes. It gave him the cadence of the hooligan he usually was, when none of his matriarchs were watching. He didn't care to hide it anymore. He'd locked the door. He tossed her enveloped at her feet.

"What's this, ganny?" he asked with none of the warmth that usually accompanied that nickname. His jaw was jutting from his pressing molars. "It's my 18th birthday, and you're going to drag me out here, and then just give me 50 bucks for my trouble?" he said it like she owed him, like he was here about to break her bones for the rest. She'd always loved him so tenderly. He was going to cash out on that now. He looked her up and down.

 

[justanoobwriter]

The two matriarchs were sitting at one table, chatting about everything and nothing, and drinking, as they usually did together at such gatherings. Sure, it was Noel's 18th birthday, but they knew all too well to give him his personal space when he needed it. Besides, he was mostly preoccupied with all the aunts, uncles and cousins chatting to him. He did seem to be a bit... off that night, but both 63-year-old Shirley and 39-year-old Sylvia just chalked it up to the fact that he'd much rather party with his friends. Of course, both the mother and grandmother were well aware of the things he did at parties, they were both his age at one point in their lives, and normally either of them would allow him to have at least a couple of drinks or beers so that he wouldn't have to celebrate while sober, but there were too many family members around, and some of them were true paragons of lawfulness, so they would definitely not be happy with such a fact.

So, the two women- Noel's mother, and grandmother, the latter the mother-in-law to Sylvia, were now just chatting. Mainly about their husbands.

"Oh, I wish we did it even once a month." The older blonde said and chuckled before taking a sip of whatever boozy drink she had in her glass. "You're lucky to have it that often." She then added.

"I don't know, it's almost like he doesn't even notice me anymore. I put on nice lingerie, and the bastard goes to sleep. What the fuck is wrong with them?" The slightly younger but still mature redhead replied, and also took a sip of her own drink.

"Like father like son." The slim grandmother responded.

"When you're right, you're right." The equally slim mother confirmed, but then noticed her son approaching. "Heyy, there's birthday boy, how are you, honey?" She asked, changing her tone of voice to a more warm one, but as she noticed that he walked up to Shirley, she just nodded in silence.

"Yes, sweetie, of cour... oohkay!" Shirley responded, but as Noel grabbed her by the arm and almost hoisted her up, she gave out a little squeal and chuckled. Both women were equally drunk, so they didn't really think much of it. Shirley kept up pretty well with her grandson's pace, even though she was thrice as old as him, drunk, and in high heels- the woman definitely was fit, especially for her age. So, she followed him into one of the empty rooms of the lakeside house the family rented for the party.

Then, the envelope landed at her feet. She noticed her handwriting on it, and looked at Noel. "Oh, I know, sweetie. I'm sorry, you know we've had to buy a new car, and the party itself... It's as much as we could give you, you know that, don't you?" She smiled, not really noticing how he looked at her at that moment.

 

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He had overheard some of that conversation, and he quite liked the way either of the women looked as they sat there. It shouldn't be out of place, what he was thinking of doing, but he knew it was entirely fucked up. He still didn't stop. He nodded to his mother at the table, and had a flash of the same thoughts about her, before he pulled Shirley away. He got a feel of her as he held on to her arm, and he could easily measure the strength she had in her body. It wouldn't be enough to fight him if she wanted to, even if Noel wasn't a big guy by any means. At least not for what you could see on the outside. But grandma was going to learn just which parts of him were formidable.

They ended up in private and he he didn't even lock the door. Stupidly, she just stood there as he threw the envelop at her feet, and like some cold hearted predator, he tilted his head with hair obscuring his eyes, turning their blue hue darker as she spewed her excuses. He smiled bitterly as she finished. He might have been more reasonable, understanding this woman owed him nothing and that he should be grateful for any gift anyone thought to give him, but he was all pent up from not having the kind of releases he'd come to expect lately. His young body was full of all the things that made him a man, and here this old woman was, looking like a slut and giving none of it away. Yet.

"I don't care." he said as he came over to her, stepping on the envelop on his way. He was perhaps a few inches taller than his grandmother. He grabbed her arm again and threw her toward the bed, but at this distance, he calculated he'd trip her and for her to fall on her ass before she could be cushioned on the soft mattress, and instead land on the floor. He didn't care about what implications that could have to a woman her age. Though Shirley kept fit. And he was about to see just how fit she was underneath that dress.

However she landed, sitting on the floor with her legs spread so he could see just what underwear she had under, or catching herself still standing, or actually managing to land on the bed, he'd stand over her, closer. He breathed through his nose. He really did need to get off. "I know you gotta make it up to me." he finally answered and grabbed her by her jaw. She'd be suddenly very alerted to the fact that her dear grandson had a sizable tent in his loose fitting pants. She may be drunk, but he had to assume she'd have enough sense in her blonde head to realize what that mean. From the conversation he'd come in on with his mother, she was already on that train of thought. He wondered how much he'd have to force her into this. Sounded to him he was doing her a favor, offering his young meat up.

Fuck, this was messed up. This woman had babysat him all his fucking life. But maybe that was why he really wanted to try her out. Looking at her now, he didn't see that much difference between her and the other bodies he chose to use. After this, he was sure she'd be exactly the same. Maybe he'd just never noticed that his dad's mom had the makings of becoming a really fitting cocksleeve. "So, are you going to be a good granny, or am I going to have to teach an old woman a new trick?"