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Mother is plotting (Nladisha & Askeladd)

Askeladd

Askeladd

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The day was perfect most would say, the sun in the sky but with a bit of cloud control up there an a good little breeze to keep you cool enough that almost anyone could enjoy being outside today. People were out in droves so to speak after all it was the perfect day, well that and it was the weekend most people had their free time to do what they wanted on the weekend. As he passed a few girls he winked at them and they giggled, ah yes life was good he thought to himself as he made his way past the fountain in the center of the school, seeing a couple of girls sitting on the edge of it he grinned. Leaning down a bit as he walked by he scooped his hand into the water and sent a small splash there way getting their backsides wet and earning a little squeal of surprise from the two of them. When they both turned to look who it was with angry faces their anger turned to embarrassed surprise, they saw him and knew who he was instantly and just to get attention from him was more than they had expected especially on a friday, he was usually out on his own or already clubbing by the afternoon with a posse of friends and followers. But it was the last week of school and there was no way he could miss it or so his mother said.

Now as to who this playboy of the school was well that would be, Jacob the guy who could get any girl he wanted or so they said that had not been proven yet, unrivaled in the popularity area. In the jock area Damon was an all around guy, but the official team he was on was the basketball team their main scorer with great speed and accuracy. Damon stood at about six feet tall exactly, his body build was lean but built wiry with muscle so in a way someone could say his build was deceptive, he always liked to think that way at least. He weight in at about one hundred and sixty five pounds pretty light for a guy but he needed to be if he was going to be fast, his skin was not tan but not pale instead it was a mix of both appealing to most. His eyes were a deep orange color almost a burnt orange color like you would see in the dying embers of a fire, it matched his hair quite nicely which was almost crimson in color though oddly enough he did not have the strangest hair color in school. Since he was not out clubbing he was not dressed up for it either as that would have been a waste, all he wore right now as a white T shirt a pair of black pants and for his feet he was wearing flip flops. Anyone who saw him right now and did not know him would think him to be one of the many slackers that occupied the world.

Yea it was all over as that last bell rang, it would be the last signal to a long time in school today that was finally over Jacob thought to himself happily. He was on his way home now, he could have gotten a ride but he didn't feel like driving around with anyone he just wanted some time to himself. He had been weighing his options all week while the teachers talked about the future and other junk he was hardly interested in, he just needed something to do. He wasn't sure if he wanted a desk job or something that would keep him active, he had been too busy playing with the girls at school and hanging out with friends to really think about it. One option was college but he doubted that his mother would ever allow him to finish a sentence that had the word college in it.
 
Marilyn sighed as she slipped into the house. She had just arrived home after a long, hard day at the office, and now had to worry about dinner for a Friday night. It was just one of the many perks of being a single parent. In Marilyn's case, she was a widow - her husband died twelve years ago in an alley in Hong Kong, apperently over something to do with a book of traveller's checks and his passport. She hadn't remarried since. Niether had she dated. Being the sole breadwinner and the mother of a precoctious boy left her little time for romantic pursuits. Of course, she didn't have to try very hard to gain admirers. With raven black hair (always done in a ponytail), a sleek, curvacious body; and enormous, 54E breasts; she looked as beautiful as she had when she was in her 20s. Age had been kind to her. Her body hadn't changed too much - creams kept the wrinkles at bay, her breasts remained as full and round as ever, and a rigourous excercise routine kept her in shape. Her stomach did sag a little, and her hips were wider than they had been when she was in college, but that was left over from her pregnancy with Jacob. In her tight business suit and blouse, her curves were perfectly outlined.

Flopping down on the couch in the living room, Marilyn took the opportunity to unwind after her commute and collect her thoughts. Because it was Friday, she needed to wait for Jacob to arrive (or not) before starting dinner. As she did every Friday, Marilyn hoped he wasn't out with his friends. He never really told her what he did Friday nights, when he wouldn't come home till 3 or 4 Saturday morning, or call her at noon to say he spent the "night" at a friend's house. Whatever it was, Marilyn didn't like it. For all she knew, he was fornicating with some girl. The thought made Marilyn sick. She loved her son dearly. She only wanted to see him successful and happy. She didn't want to have happen to him what happened to her little brother - he married the first bimbo who stole his heart, and was now a slave to her bills. That was not the fate Marilyn wanted for her own baby boy. She anxiously awaited his arrival.
 
Within a few moments Jacob was on his street calmly walking down it like he owned the place, being young and never being tested he felt like he could do anything after all he was amazing or perfect depends who you asked he thought to himself jokingly. Soon enough he was at his home and he was walking through the front door without a word to his mother, he was yawning as he glanced around and saw her on the couch as usual. Oh great another talk it seems, he thought to himself as he walked right into the kitchen to grab something to eat as he was starving, the first thing he grabbed was a can of soda for himself then he grabbed a bag of chips and then he went into the fridge so he could grab everything he would need for some sandwiches. His mother always seemed to want to talk with him about something new, she was so controlling that it was like she was smothering him sometimes, he wasn't some little puppet to prance around for her he thought and had told her more than a few times when they didn't meet eye to eye. He was told he was like his father in appearance but his mother seemed to give him his personality, he had a fiery temper and a stubborn streak that could outlast anyone if they wanted to try.

While he was in the midst of his thinking Jacob had finished his sandwiches so he started to put everything away, he made three with plenty of meat and cheese on them so he would be full. He took his plate and soda into the living room where he gave his mom a light smile, it was something at least as they hadn't been on the best of terms lately due to his shenanigans around the area. She wasn't so sure about what he was doing late at night because if she was he would have gotten the longest lecture yet, she would never accept a woman outside of marriage for him as she was just that overbearing. But hey even with all her flaws she was still his mother and he loved her.
 
Marilyn watched with dismay as Jacob entered the house and made a beeline for the kitchen. As if work wasn't stressfull, the last thing she needed was Jacob in one of his moods. If she had known he was going to fill up on sandwiches of all things, she could have started dinner already. Seeing him return to the living room to eat only rubbed it in. Whatever happened to the sweet little boy who eagerly leapt into her waiting arms the moment he got back from the bus stop and asked what was for dinner? Speaking of hugs, hugging Jacob these days was like hugging one of those classical Greek statues - he just stood there and took it with little to no emotion. She sighed in exasperation.

"Oh, Jacob! Couldn't you have waited for dinner? I'm sitting here, waiting to see if you're coming home or not, and you come in here without so much as a 'hi, mom' and help yourself. I could be halfway through cooking by now!"
 
Jacob wasn't really in a mood he just didn't feel like coming into the house and giving all his attention to his mother, after all he was almost a grown man so why would he constantly be with her or tell her everything he thought to himself. Now began the questions about why he couldn't wait for dinner, he shrugged "cause I was hungry now" he said in a simple tone as he sat on the couch as her tirade continued about how she could have had dinner halfway done by now. Again he shrugged while looking up at her with a calm stare "I didn't know you would be home so early, usually you aren't back till dark so I make my own dinner besides I will be hungry in an hour anyways so don't worry so much". He said in a joking tone as he took a large bite out of his sandwich now, he never understood why she would overreact to everything he did, it was like she was still treating him like a five year old "look just relax now you can sit here with me rather than doing more work" he said trying to convince her to calm down a little. Honestly if she continued on being so overbearing he would just walk away like he usually did, then she would blame the whole fight on his 'mood' and it would all go back to the normal stress filled ways until this happened again.
 
Marilyn groaned and sank her head into her hands. She had been getting herself into a cheerful mood for her son before he came home with his attitude, and his utter rudeness had just about ruined her day. She really didn't want to go through this again. Yet her son's attitude of late was really starting to irritate her. The way he was so calmly eating his concoctions was just another expression of it. Then his absurd accusation that she was the one with the unpredictable scheduale.

"Excuse me?" she demanded. "Are you accusing me of staying out late? You should know better! You know I am always home by 5. If you want someone who comes home at odd hours, look at yourself."
 
It seemed that Jacob had chosen his words wrong as she was not looking happy at all right now, he knew the look in her eyes as he had seen it many times before. She was going to into one of her amazing tirades about how she was right and how he was always acting out to get her attention or something like that, he sighed as he really did not want to hear it but he did not have much of a choice after all seeing as he lived with her. He really didn't understand why she would overreact to every little thing he said and then the next minute be a loving smothering mother, it was like she expected him to stay a child forever instead of actually growing up into a man and making his own decisions. As she harped on how she always came home by five he rolled his eyes as that was not true at all, more than a few times she had to stay late with work and didn't get home until eight or nine but he didn't point that out at the moment as her ranting came to him coming home at odd hours. He shrugged a bit and smiled at her "I would love to look at myself but I don't have a mirror at the moment mom" he said in a playful tone, he wished she would just sit down and watch television with him instead of harping on everything he did. After all he was an A, B student, he was a great basketball player, he never got into any trouble or at least he had never been caught in any kind of trouble yet here she acted like he was the worst son in the world sometimes.
 
"Forget it," sighed Marilyn. She could tell Jacob had made up his mind about her. She was loosing her son. She didn't know where she had gone wrong. She always made sure she was home right on time and never late, she never nagged him about his where abouts, even at three in the morning, and she never questioned his conduct in school. She wanted to trust him, but she couldn't shake the feeling he was hiding something from her. Just his attitudes and his moods bugged her. She usually didn't say anything, knowing he'd just storm off to his room, but today, she just wasn't in the mood for his shinanigans.

"Yes, you're right, I'm never home and you're used to fending for yourself. Fine." Marilyn stood up. "I've wasted enough time here. I have work to do."
 
Jacob could never calm his mother down anymore, she seemed so intent on being angry with his every move even though he was really just doing what came natural to him, he was a guy who wanted women to be his, a guy who liked to be active with friends, he needed to do things beside sitting at home with his mother every night for god's sake. As she stood up he sighed one more as she said that she had wasted enough time here and that she had work he shrugged "that much figures" he said before taking a large bite out of his second sandwich. She never tried to understand him this is what always happened between the two of them one of them would just say they had something to do or they wouldn't say anything and just walk off, there was no communication between them as a result more and more space was built up. "It's just dinner mom, I don't get the big deal when we see each other almost everyday, why can't you just sit down with me and enjoy some tv while we have the time together?" he asked in an exasperated voice as her attitude was also getting to him now.
 
"Because I'm trying to raise a child on one income while trying to maintain a household the way a woman with a husband or live-in boyfriend might," Marilyn retorted from the kitchen. She would very much like to just sit and enjoy time together with her son, the way she did before he got to 8th grade and high school; but he seemed to always be with his friends or had some school related thing to do like basketball practice, homework, or summer reading. No doubt once he finished his dinner, he was going to shut himself up in his room with his phone. She'd be stuck alone again after another argument.
 
Jacob just sighed again as she walked away, there was nothing he could say to make this any better as he had nothing to say really, they both had their opinions and the way they acted he couldn't change that. He was working on his last sandwich now wondering if there was something that he could do to make her feel a little better at least, but nothing came to mind anymore then right as he was about to finish his sandwich an idea came to him. He took down the last piece of his sandwich with a large bite and then moved to go upstairs, but it was not to go to his room it was to go to the attic where they kept all their old stuff, he searched through a few boxes and then found it, the first birthday card he had written to her when he was five. Now that he had that in hand he smiled and went back to the downstairs, he leaned on the edge of the kitchen door and opened the crayoned card, "roses are red, violets are blue, but that isn't why I love you" he recited the words from the card while smiling softly at the card as he still remembered making it.
 
Marilyn paused when she heard her son reciting from a card he'd made so long ago. It brought back distant memories of happier times, back when Jacob was young and innocent, and was full of nothing but love and devotion to her, his mother. Marilyn knew what bothered her most about her son's new attitude. More than his odd hours, the time spent on his phone either talking or texting, or even the notion he could maintain his grades and athletic eligibility with minimal effort was the fact he spent most of that time with his friends. Marilyn wasn't stupid. She knew at least some of those friends were girls, and she knew what girls would try and get from boys like Jacob. It happened to her own baby brother, and she'd felt the same way: jealousy. Jealousy that the love and devotion once shown exclusively to her was being diluted for someone else.

She wanted to believe her son's extra-curricular activities with his friends were just as innocent as he wanted her to believe, but deep down, she knew better. Her son no doubt knew quite a few girls, and probably very intimately. The thought made her blood boil. Jacob was hers, and hers alone. She was not about to share him with some whorey little skank. Marilyn longed for the days when her son doted on her as much as she doted on him. Inspired by the card, Marilyn approached her son, and slowly wrapped her arms around him in her usual loving embrace.
 
Jacob had no idea if this would work, in fact it might actually backfire on him as she probably wanted him to return back to the little boy he used to be, but he had grown up and doting on your mother as you got older just wasn't the same. Even if he wasn't always around or there to talk to her on a bad day he was still her son, he would always be her son there was nothing that could change that but lately it seemed that she wanted more than just that thought. As she approached him he set the card on the counter, he was expecting her to walk by or give him a loving hug, at this point neither option would surprise him but he was relieved when she wrapped her arms around him gently pulling him close to her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her softly as well, it was the same loving embrace he knew from when he was younger, the only difference was now he was a much different size than he used to be so he had her in his embrace rather than him in her embrace. Either way it was nice to see his plan had worked so well, "I love you mom, I know I don't say it enough but I do" he whispered to her as he continued to hold the embrace, he meant every word of that to as even when he was pissed at her he loved her.
 
"I love you too, baby," Marilyn said, freely using the term of endearment, as she always had. She gently tightened her grip. The pressure of her breasts pushed against Jacob's chest excited her, and her nipples became erect and sensitive to the fabric of her bra. This was happening more and more lately, and filled Marilyn with a sort of guilty pleasure. She gently eased herself forward a little bit, creating still more friction on her nipples, and planted a loving kiss on Jacob's cheek - albeit a little closer to his mouth than normal.
 
As his mother replied with I love you too he had to smile, it seemed his little idea with the card had worked out quite well, that should buy him a few days at the very least of having her off his back he thought calmly. Now when she tightened her grip he didn't think much of it even when her breasts pressed against his chest so openly, he never expected his mother to get any kind of excitement of pleasure out of something like that so he never thought about it. The kiss she planted on his cheek was dangerously close to his mouth but as that thought entered his mind he shook it away, he couldn't have such thoughts about his mother even if she was an attractive older woman there was no way that he could think such things about her. But even with the thoughts of not trying to think about his mother like that did not pull him away from her embrace, now he could feel the pin points of her nipples even through the bra and he was beginning to wonder more about her intentions.
 
"Oh, Jacob, I love you so much," said Marilyn. "I just want what's best for you. You're such a handsome young man, and I'm so proud of you."

Granted Jacob was a major slacker who kept his grades up just enough to remain eligible for sports, but Marilyn couldn't hold that against her son. She herself hadn't the best student either. Her main sticking point was his social life, which she knew very little about. But as long as he wasn't fornicating with some little whore, she didn't mind that too much either. Just as long as his heart belonged only to her, as hers did to him.
 
Jacob was surprised as she went from possibly enjoying the hug a little too much to telling him that she loved him, he felt a little guilty for thinking such lewd thoughts about his mother especially as she went on to say she just wanted what was best for him among other things. He nodded his head slowly "I love you too mom and I know you just want what's best for me" he said calmly, he also knew that she wanted him to act like the child he used to be but that would never happen again as he had grown up into a young man who needed a change of pace. "That's why I was thinking of going to college soon, do some real studying instead of just hanging around in the school like I did during high school" he said softly, he had no idea how this was going to go over with his mother but he would rather tell her on a good moment than a bad moment.
 
"Oh?" asked Marilyn. "Which one? The Technical Institute or the Community College?" She knew her son wasn't university material. She never saw him studying, and she wouldn't put it past him to use the opportunity of university to do as most kids did: to cut loose and go wild. She shuddered at the thought of her baby boy ditching class in some dingy frat house with his buddies, smoking a joint, drinking beer, and getting his cock sucked off by some platinum blonde sorority girl (or girls). She nerviously tightened her grip.
 
His mother was a little more than overreacting with her thoughts, much to everyone's disbelief while Jacob was a playboy, a jock, and an all around slacker he had never touched any kind of alcohol or drugs in his life as he never wanted something else influencing his decisions. Now to answer her question he shrugged his shoulders, "well to be honest I was kind of contemplating one out of the state as they offered me a basketball scholarship" he said in a calm tone though he expected her to blow up. This was something she had probably never wanted to happen with him, the only two colleges she talked about were little over an hour away so it was no big deal to go to those but he knew going to one out of state well words might be flying soon enough he thought with a tense feeling radiating through his body at the moment while waiting for her reaction.
 
Marilyn felt her heart sink. Her worst fears had been realized. Her son was now going off to school far away from her, leaving her all alone. Once there, he would do just as he did in high school: hardly study, just breeze through his classes, and keep up his grades just enough to keep his scholarship so he could hopefully catch the eye of some pro team.

"Oh Jacob," she gasped and held him tighter. She could feel him become tense in her arms. He felt so solid and firm, even now, that Marilyn almost wanted to just cuddle up to him and forget all about this terrible news. "When were you going to tell me?"
 
(Ignore that Nladisha ^^)

Jacob could see on his mother's face that she was not happy about the words that just came out of his mouth, it was like she was looking at him with disappointment, regret, and pain all at once and it made him want to look away but he couldn't at the same time. As she gasped out his name he winced like it was painful, he was actually expecting her to go into a rage and start yelling at him about how he could not tell her about this until now. But instead her grip just tightened and then she asked when he was going to tell her about this, he shrugged calmly "I wasn't sure to be honest, I know it isn't something you want to hear and I wasn't sure I even wanted to go, right now I am only thinking about it" he said calmly as he continued to hold her gently. "I mean everything I know is here in this place with you, seems like I would be leaving so much behind and I don't know if I can so it's an on off idea at the moment" he said honestly as he still wasn't sure.
 
Marilyn didn't know wether to feel relief or dread. Her son hadn't yet made up his mind on wether he would accept the scholarship or not, but that didn't mean his desire to go away to college had diminished. She didn't want her baby to go. He was all she'd ever had since her husband went away. He was all she ever wanted. The only one she ever loved. She couldn't bear loosing him to those sorority sluts who preyed on strapping young men like him. No, she needed to show him how much she loved him and how much he meant to her. She leaned down to kiss him, this time not on the cheek, but on the mouth; lightly at first, like a teenage girl, just enough to get his attention.
 
Jacob could see in her eyes that she was not really happy with this idea as well she probably wanted him to stay here with her forever, he wouldn't doubt that she wanted him to stay the same so she could always be happy, his mother wanted him to be something he had not been in years and he could not do that as it was just too much. As she looked into his eyes he calmly looked back into them trying to figure out what she was thinking, he could see a lot of disappointment in those eyes but also a fierce determination that made him worry just a little bit. His eyes went wide as his mother suddenly pressed herself forward a little more and then her lips were against his in a gentle kiss that was so light he wasn't sure it was actually happening, this was his mother kissing him right now on the lips like it was an everyday thing that he should not be worried about.
 
Once she was sure she had Jacob's attention, Marilyn went in for the big one. She squeezed Jacob as tight as she could, mashing him against her massive tits, and kissed him again, this time like a lover. Part of her knew this went beyond the simplistic bonds of mother and son, but she didn't care. Deep down, this was what she wanted. She wanted her son - every part of him - all to herself.
 
As his mother pulled away Jacob was beyond confused as he never expected anything like this from his mother, his surprise was doubled as she came in for a second kiss while pressing him against her, he could feel her ample breasts against his chest and her lips against his and he suddenly melted. The thoughts of right and wrong just disappeared from his mind as he kissed his mother back as he would a girl he was getting ready to fuck, his lips pressed against her hard as his arms wrapped around her waist and pulling her against him as well.
 
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