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Too Much of a Resemblance. (Angelique and Count)

CountofTuscany

CountofTuscany

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Alex was on fire, or so he thought, or rather, or so thought ever drunk in the world. A sly grin cracked over his face, but it wasn't just him this time at least, the girl that he had once liked was digging him tonight. She was sitting on his lap, giggling at his stories, as they talked. Her smooth skin, and soft voice were corrupting his vision and sense of reality. All the little kids at the party were at the back of the block party yelling and running around, all the grown ups were dancing, next to the food, and sitting down, while all the teens, ranging from early twenties to around 15, were sitting and chilling, talking as their summer was all the way through. This traditional festive was always fun to attend and this time, the girl that was about a year older than him was actually flirting with him. He had a fun time tonight, but he didn't realized how carried away he had become with the drinking. He just let the wind take him away without worries... oh wait that was the alcohol. Alex continued to act romantically towards the girl, giving her the right body language of being there for her protection, but also her fun time.

He was a tall young man, finishing his teen years before heading out to college, he had turned out to be exactly like the father he never remembered. Tall, about 6'02", with a broad and strong back, marked muscles from excessive amount of sports, short light oak hair, and a pair of dazzling green eyes. His personalities and reactions were just the same too, his shifting eyes, daring smile, confidence, and relaxed personality. Even after what his father had done, his mother still loved him, and would justify his actions. Alex didn't understand, but at the same time he didn't understand why his mother had indirectly been avoiding him. He had hints and clues about her odd actions, like talking to him from around the corner, or being locked up in her room whenever he got home. He put these thoughts aside hoping she would finally stop the none sense, as was today. Today she was out having fun, or so it seemed, little did he know she was to come soon to ruin his fun.

As for now he let this girl, a very curvy female that seemed to want something more than usual, rule his eyes. Alex had always set an eye on her, but she had never even considered him until now, because of their age difference. This girl had always been stuck up about that, but now, she seemed to have been seduced by his new body, or attitude on life. It was all good no matter what anyone thought, Alex was burning hot!
 
As of late, Aria had been avoiding her son. It was tough raising a boy, and even tougher when he looks so much like his father. The cute dimples, the boyish smile. And how built he was! Aria felt her body shiver as she thought such things of her son. But how could she think such a thing? About her own son? Aria sighed as she drove down the street to his friend's house to pick up her son. He was growing up so fast. Playing sports, just like his dad. Going to the same college his father went to. Want to major in the same field his father did. Even when he laughs, just like his old man. No, she thought. She had to wait until she was home in her room to even fantasize about such things. As she made a left in her 2001 Chevy, she still couldn't get the image out of her head.

It was midday, and Alex had just came home from baseball practice. He was taking a shower while she walked in the house. She had just placed the groceries on the kitchen and called out to him. When he did not answer, she went upstairs and opened the bathroom door, only to find her well-built, long-cocked son standing in full glory. Of course he yelled and slammed the door like any embarrassed child, but since the she has lusted for it.

As she made a right into the parkway, she honked her horn three times letting him know that she was here.
 
And probably, just as hard headed as his father, Alex did not want this to end. He had completely ignored the three honks that passed and went, he had asked himself why his mother had not been at the party, and why she would have to pick him up so early and in her car. He only lived about two blocks away, it's not like anything would happen. Victoria, the girl on his lap, did not want him to leave early, Alex could tell by the look in her eye. He could tell too, as their hands were getting so closer to each other, that this would turn out into a very fun night, if things continued the way they did. Alex thought for a moment, not very well, but thought nonetheless, that if they went home right now, when her house would be empty because her entire family was at the party, they could continue their fun, but before anything he needed to plant that kiss. He grabbed his beer next to him, and drank some, taking in more than the usual sip. He had drank a little more than normal tonight, and it seemed that Victoria had too. Suddenly one of the little kids near the fence and facing the road outside said out loud, "Alex, your mom's here!" Alex already knowing that, but being reassured, he smiled and nodded at the boy. Looking back at Victoria, he whispered somethign to her, and grabbed her hand, she got up and both of them swiftly ran to the opposite side of the entrance. They were planning their "great" escape...
 
Aria sat in the car, running her long, tired fingers through her short, dark-brown hair. Her light green eyes wandered here and there as she tried to appear sober. She knew that there was an adult party going on, but she just could not muster up the strength to go. She was wearing a drop-dead gorgeous strapless red dress that stopped just below her toned butt. Her breasts barely being contained in the sexy number. She wore a black stilettos, making her long legs look even sexier. She had her hair down in sophisticated spirals. And yet, in this sexy little number, she still couldn't get the courage to go.

Being impatient, she hooked her horn three more times, then sat there for another agonizing 5 minutes.
"This is bull."
She grumbled, climbing out of her car and slamming the door. As she reached the front door, she soon noticed her son going out the back door with a woman. Outraged, she yelled loudly so the whole neighborhood could hear.
"Alexander Rinaldi Johnson! Get your sneaking ass in this car right now! What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack at an early age? You want to be orphaned?"
She said loudly as she walked towards him, slightly stumbling here and there.
 
Glancing form side to side to make sure no one caught them, Victoria, with her hand grabbing on to his, appeared with a smile form the excitement behind him. "Be quiet," He told her with a wink. He advanced, slightly pulling her forward under the shadow of a lemon tree. After a lot of sneaking and going around, Victoria and Alexander finally made it all the way out to the back door. Going low, fast and sly, the pair was suddenly interrupted by the car being opened. Alex made Victoria get in front of him as he whispered, "Run!" She laughed and went ahead of him, following her trying to escape came a voice he knew too well. He froze right there, as the word of his full name made him shiver, it always meant he got himself in trouble, no matter how horribly cliche that was, it was true. "I... uh..." He looked back and saw Victoria crouching between cars, he was sure only he could see her, and turned around up straight right under a street lamp. Tonight he wore a white shirt with light stripes, and a light, green sweater over it, a pair of khaki baggy shorts that passed his knees and a pair of matching green converse. He stood up straight, with a tall proud back, sticking up for himself, he instinctively wanted to show off for Victoria, to show her that he was not someone to be pushed over. But really that wasn't the best answer at all, he would probably end up losing the battle against his mother, he always did.

"Oh yeah make a big scene out of it..." He said walking towards her, "Why are you so scared, what's going to happen, it's our own neighborhood and I'm going to college at the end of summer! I'm not a little boy anymore." He said, actually showing a bit of rage back at her. Maybe it was all the alcohol in his blood, giving him the wrong ideas. Alex was in rage, boiling.
 
Aria stood there, placing her hands upon her hips. Shifting her slender body onto one side as her free hand was directed towards her son. Seeing the girl slip between two cars, Aria's impatience towards her son only grew. As she watched him turn around to face her, his tight jaw and angered eyes looked exactly like her ex-husband. Just when she was about to speak, he stood up tall, yelling at him mother with his puffed out chest. Looking more like a defensive gorilla than anything else. Yet the way he stood. How tall and proud he looked, made her see double. She could have sworn that the night she met his father at the lounge. The night he whisked her away and started her troubles. The night she sang 'It Had To Be You'. He stood just as proud in a black tuxedo suit.
Aaron?
Aria slightly shook her head as she regained her composure. She locked eyes with her grown son. Quickly walking over towards him, she pinched his ear tightly, bringing him down to her level.
"What was that, mister? Who is paying for you to go to college? Who is making sure that you have food in your stomach and clothes on your back? Huh? And you want to try to show off in front of some girl to--"
Aria sniffed her son's breath, then stared at him wide-eyed. She quickly smacked her son on the back of his head.
"And DRINKING?!?!?! Oh, no. No son of mine is going to jail for under-aged drinking. Now get your ass in that car. Now!"
She yelled in his ear, pushing her son towards the car.
"You are in so much trouble, mister! Oooooh, just you wait."
 
Her eyes far way did not show her changing moods. His pride had now done him worse, as he had predicted, his mother, coming towards him as he feared the worst. This would only make matters worse. He stood proud until her hand came around, if he stopped it, the fighting would continue, and that wasn't good for anyone around here. He hated being pushed around like this, is was so typical of her to force him to do what she wanted. More screaming, he wanted to avoid it all, run away, and hide, it was no good for anyone. Accepting her scolding and slap submissively he went into the car defeated with out any amount of courage left in him. Ashamed, sunken, and angry he stepped into the back seat of the car so that he wouldn't have to see his mother. He just simply looked outside the car, with a tear coming from the side he had been slapped, it contained anger, alcohol and frustration. He stayed there silently, not wanting to talk to his mother, all the rage was too much for him to take, and her too. He seemed to be trapped in his mind for some time, until they arrived home, their was a time lapse where all he remembered is raging inside his own mind.
 
Aria drove the car in silence, peeling out of the driveway then making their way home. It had begun to rain outside, almost adding a setting to how they both felt. When did her little boy become so grown? She remembers, like it was just yesterday, him always cuddling on her breasts. Squeezing his little hand on them as he fell asleep. She would hold him so close and so tight. Never wanting him to grow up. Then that night, seeing him fully, brought such memories of the good days. Yes, those days. Her singing days.

Aria stood there on the stage. Her dark-brown hair was much longer and wavy, lightly licking her spine. Singing to the crowing in a sparkling dark-blue gown. Her eyes so much more lively then. As she was singing, she spotted a man coming through the door. His charming smile, his wavy hair, he seducing voice. Jump to later that night. How he took her. Ravished her. She had never felt so alive.

Noticing that they made it home, she was snapped back to reality. She sighed loudly, taking the keys out of the ignition as she opened the car door.
"Come on. Let's get in."
She said in a tired tone. As she dragged her feet into the house, she made sure to close the door behind him, locking it as well.
"What's wrong with you? Drinking? Why, baby?"
She said softly as she tossed the keys onto the table. She took off her shoes and coat, placing them in the closet. Aria stood there, looking at her son. She couldn't stay mad at him for long. After all, that was her boy. Aria walked over towards him, hugging him tightly around his waist.
"Mama's sorry, okay? I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just... you are growing up so fast...."
She looked up at him, touching his cheek lightly.
"Where is that little boy who just loved to lay next to mama at night?"
 
The car engine came off, and suddenly he awoke from all the rage. Stepping out of the car without looking at his mother, he stepped towards his home door. Following her into the car, he could not remember ever being so mad at her, alcohol was really something. Stopping near the entrance, he moved into the living room, awaiting her speech, her lectures on how he should go on to live his own life. He was sick of them, but all his eyes showed in synchronization with his face were a blank face. The alcohol was getting to his head, as his mother suddenly took him forward. It felt odd, yet comfortable all together, the contaminated emotions quickly were rinsed by his mother's perfume, letting it haunt him for a while. Her body had always calmed him down, and this time, something going against his pants reminded him of the great time he was just having with Victoria. A small smile came over his face as he said lowly, "I'm sorry... I guess I'm getting ahead of myself." He looked down to finally see his mother's revealing dress, and he found that he could not keep but stare at her cleavage, so great and daring. He finally hugged her by placing his hands around her own waist, to ring her closer, squishing her breast against him, seeing them stress the dress even more. "SO why didn't you go?" He asked her finally once he had cleansed himself from the negative thoughts.
 
Aria smiled softly as she heard her son apologize. As she did, she noticed that his pants were poking one of her thighs. Knowing that Alex wanted to do something with the woman she had caught him with, she felt slightly guilty for taking him away. She patted the side of his cheek as she gave the other cheek a soft kiss.
"I know, honey. You just want to experience life, that's all. But to me, you will always be my baby. Momma's little man."
Aria said with a smile. Feeling her son pulling her closer to his body forced her breasts to press up against his chest. His chest was hard, yet soft. From conditioning his body in sports, he was very well built. Thinking about her son's body in a why made her nipples grew a little hard. She had wished she had wore something that she could have worn a bra in. Hearing Alex's question, she looked up at him with a slight shake in her head.
"I don't know. Scared, maybe. Knowing you are going off to college and living in a dormitory, I'm going to be all alone in this house. No one else to cook for or clean after. Just little ol' me."
Aria dryly chuckled as she looked around the room before looking back up at him.
"I guess just thinking about that made me feel so..... lonely. I was sort of hoping you would spend your last night with your mom instead of some..... girl."
 
As his mother had come in to give him a kiss on the cheek, he could take a whiff of his aroma... it was really good. He groaned a little as the aroma of her took him closer to her. Her voice was something and his rage had relaxed, letting the alcohol get the best of his other senses. He looked at her eyes, and looked down at her pressed breast, being sure that he could felt her nipples start to appear. He smirked and looked at her hair, and then her eyes after her last comment, "Are you saying you got a little jealous?" He added with a small laugh, his cocky mood was not him really, more of the alcohol, but if it was the right girl it was him. He smiled as he got a little closer to her ear and added, "Fine if you are making me stay here, let's have a little fun at least!" And with that he stepped back, way too tipsy to walk correctly with his mother attached, his balance went to his back where he bent his body back and feel onto a couch, still trying to hold on tightly to his mother, as she would fall right on top of him. He just laughed and looked at his mother, with a hint of lust, seeing for the first time just how beautiful she really was. He smirked as his hands were around her waist still, wanting to feel her even closer.
 
Hearing her son's question, Aria looked back up at her son. At first, she was stunned. She opened her mouth the speak, then closed it. Then opened her mouth again then closed it. Was she jealous? Was she truly jealous? Aria thought for a moment, sorting through her thoughts. Alex has always been her little boy. Helping mommy around the house. Taking out the trash. Even helping her get dressed. Yet that night, seeing his built body and hard cock made her loins wet and her body want him. Every night since then, she began playing with herself. Imagining her son's cock deep in her mouth and pussy. She even missed Alex suckling on her hard nipples. Aria looked back up at him with a soft smile.
"Well, I---- Well, yes. I was. I am. You're my little man. No one else's. Mine. I want you to myself, Alex."
Aria buried her head in his shirt, smelling the cologne he was wearing. He smelled so good. Aria held him tightly as the tears ran down her face. Her breasts pressed up against him more as her body wanted her son's touch. Then hearing what he said in her ear, Aria's head shot up then felt her body being pulled. Next thing she knew, she was straddling her son's lap. Having to hike up her skirt, her bare thighs were being shown to him, making her blush.
 
He just laughed and took two deep breathes, not noticing his cock was poking his mother's lap. Alex closed his eyes, opening them not wanting to fall asleep. He looked a this mother straddle him, if it were any other women, he'd love it, in fact he loved it now, but it was still his mother, right? His hands went up her bare lap, seeing how smooth the skin was, touching her warm skin, he reach her waist, not realizing she had blushed. He was simply magnified with her body, still in such form, he thought for a second that he'd like to taste it. But setting those freaky thoughts aside he brought his hand back, to support him to slant his body towards her, "You okay mom?" He asked her, seeing her full lips, and then her blush. He moved a little, trying to get her off him, why would a mother and son stay in this position? That would be odd, wouldn't it? He was asking himself questions as well, as his instinct were trying to fight and take over him. He just simply smiled now, wanting to go back with Victoria, but with his mother already cutting that possibility out, he guessed they'd just watch a movie or something. If something was going to happen between them, maybe a few more minutes of convincing flirting should do the trick.
 
Aria looked into Alex's eyes. She wanted him so badly. Wanted to see if he was just like his father. The thoughts swam back and forth in her mind as she noticed him trying to push her off. Aria giggled softly, placing her hands over his wrists as she pushed his hands back down on her hips.
"I am fine, baby. It's just...... You are always away. I miss you being around. So be with me just this one night."
She pleaded softly as she pouted her lips. Aria looked her son up and down before resting back on his eyes. She could feel the bulge in his pants. His hands tightening around her hips. The way he shifted. Aria ran her fingers through his hair as she spoke.
"I just need to do this one thing....."
She said in a soft, seductive whisper. She leaned forward, pressing her sheer thong against the bulge in his jeans. She pressed her soft, full lips against his. She kissed him softly, with a soft moan escaping her lips. They felt so good to kiss. They were soft and kissable, just like his father's. Aria gripped her hands on his shirt, lightly tugging as she felt her body taking over. She had wanted this for a while. For someone to take care of her for once. For someone like her son to take care of her. Aria pressed her body up against his, breasts to his chest. As she kissed him, she felt her nether lips growing moist. How long has it been, she wondered.
 
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