Misc. Erotica Mommy’s Allstar

Feeling better than I had in a long time, I walked into the closet and began digging through my wardrobe to find an outfit. I finally pulled on a loose white dress that hung down to mid-thigh and then checked myself out in the mirror. It needed a little sparkle, so I pulled on a diamond necklace and checked myself out again, more than happy with the results. I hung the dress and got started on my makeup and hair.

This was the first time I'd done my makeup since the funeral, and I found myself getting misty-eyed a time or two. I forced the bad thoughts out and focused instead on my stepson, and how much I knew he was hurting and lonely. The poor boy had lost so many family members in his life. From what his coach had said, It seemed like he was trying to hit rock bottom in a hurry.

I know the effect I have on men and women. It's been a source of both power and annoyance for me thought my life. Now that I'm in my late thirties, I get fewer looks, but I’d never failed to notice the lingering stares Luke had sent my way throughout the years. He’d had such a bad attitude the past few months, and it was getting worse and worse, that I had to do something to get his attention.

Trying not to picture my fantasies from earlier, and telling myself this was for the boy’s benefit, I painted my eyes dark, high lighting their pale green with eyeliner and mascara. Then I teased out my hair and pulled it back into a loose ponytail. My bangs hung down, framing the sides of my face and highlighting my high cheekbones and wide full-lipped mouth. I painted pale pink lipstick on and gave myself a critical once over before dressing.

I was careful not to overdo it, but I felt great as I checked myself out in the mirror. Feeling better and better about my plan, I headed downstairs to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. I had to clean up days’ worth of take-out boxes that had piled up and ended up giving the kitchen a thorough cleaning once the chicken and potatoes were roasting in the oven.

Luke came home, slamming the front door behind him and running upstairs without even a hello. I heard him drop his baseball bag and books and climb into the shower. He was only twenty, and his father had been strict about such things, but I figured he was old enough to have a glass of wine with dinner.

I set the table and poured us two glasses and then pulled out the chicken and tossed some fresh-cut garlic in with the green right at the last minute, tossing them in some virgin olive oil. The potatoes came out last, piping hot and toasted a perfect golden brown. Luke got into the kitchen just then, and I turned my smile, dropping into a frown when I saw him dressed to go out.

“I told you we were having dinner tonight,” I said, “and that I wanted to talk.”

“Tara’s parents are gone for the night, so I’m gonna head over there,” he didn't meet my eyes as he spoke. Instead of opening the fridge and pulling out a plate of cold leftover pizza, "I'll just eat this."

“Don’t you have an exam tomorrow?” I asked, my voice hitching in emotion as I tried to swallow the hurt I felt.

“Yea," he said, pausing with the fridge door open, still not meeting my eyes, but he looked around at the food and set table, "It doesn't matter though, I'll just fail it anyway."

“Luke, please," My voice broke, and he looked up, meeting my eyes, and then looked away again, "honey, I talked to your coach today. Drinking at practice? He said if you fail this test, they’re going to end your scholarship.”

“I’m failing anyway,” he said, hopelessly, “It doesn’t matter, Tara's dad said he could get me a job down at the quarry. I can move out in a month or two, and then you won't have to deal with me."

“I don’t want that," I said softly, feeling an aching abyss within at the thought of him moving out now, "Please, I have the number of a therapist, she’s a good woman, a friend of mine. Specializing in grief and loss, just promise me you'll go and see her. I think it will help."

“You think I’m sad?!” He suddenly roared, spinning on me, face red with anger. I jumped back startled, and he calmed down a touch, but his voice was still rough as he went on, "This is the opposite of that! I’m finally out enjoying my life! I spent my whole childhood being the perfect son, perfect ballplayer, and for what?! To drop dead without warning? Tara gives me the only comfort I need. What I’ve craved for so long.” His eyes were red and baleful, breathing ragged, “I’m done going through life and withholding the rewards for a future that will never come.”

"Luke, you have a god-given talent," I said my heart racing. This moment between us was so fragile, he was finally speaking, even if it was in bitter anger, and I didn’t want to do anything to shatter it. “You can’t throw this opportunity away, please, honey!”

“I don’t care about the stupid test, just let me live my life!” He turned and grabbed his jacket heading for the door, “I’m going to Tara’s, I’ll be back tomorrow.”

"Luke, wait!”

My heart was racing, mind flitting through possibilities when suddenly I realized what I had to do. It was insane, outrageous, and could blow up in my face, ruining my life. But when Luke looked back at me, face struggling to suppress emotion, I realized that it wasn't just sadness the young man struggled with right now, it was his hormones and desires. I knew how I could reach him. I just prayed it wasn't my own secret desires that motivated me.

“You said Tara gives you the only comfort you need," my voice was soft, and now it was I who couldn't meet his eyes, "What if… what if I provided you that release instead.”

I closed my eyes, unable to see the look of disgust on his face. The silence stretched, and slowly I opened them to see Luke standing there stunned, eyes wide as saucers as they traveled down my hourglass form. His jaw worked until finally sound came out.

“You can’t be serious,” he said with a half-smile of disbelief.

He couldn’t hide the hope that laced his words, and I felt my confidence soar. A dozen arguments against this madness raced through my mind, but the sight of my gorgeous stepson quieted them to a whisper. This girl Tara was bad news, and his desire to get laid, coupled with the loss of his father, were combining to ruin his life. I saw a path forward for both of us, and my sex throbbed and grew damp as I realized what I was prepared to do for this handsome young man.

“On two conditions,” I said, untying my apron slowly, "First, you visit a therapist. Second,” my cheeks blushed as I went on, unable to meet his eyes, “No more showing up drunk to practice or school. You have to give 110% to baseball and your classes.”

“And what?” He asked, still with that smirk of disbelief on his face.

"And if you do," I said, meeting his eyes finally, “I promise you won’t need Tara or any of those other sorority girls."

“But you’re my mom,” he said, and I didn’t fail to notice the flare of his pupils as he stared at me and contemplated the possibility.

“I’m only your stepmom,” I said, my heart racing, “and I really think this is the best thing for both of us… You don’t believe me,” I looked into his face, and he shook his head, eyes hopeful but still disbelieving. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what I was offering. To be honest, I still hadn't either, but I felt a thrill of excitement run through me as I turned, turning off the oven and putting the chicken and potatoes back in to stay warm.

“Head up to your room and cancel your date with Tara," I said, pulling the apron over my head and hanging it up. “I’ll be up there in a minute.”

"You'll be…" his brows pinched together as if he was working through a difficult problem, then slow realization dawned in his face, and his cheeks grew red.

I stepped up to him and rested one small hand on his broad, muscular chest and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. I could feel the coiled tension in him at my closeness and the awkwardness of a young man unused to women still. My audacity again amazed me, but as I stared into his handsome face, I realized I'd been wanting this for so long but had been too fearful and ashamed to admit to myself.

“I'll be up in a minute, and then I can prove to you my… resolve… in making sure you stay focused on school and baseball. Then we'll come down and have a nice family meal, and you can study for your exam."

“Ok… mom,” he said, his voice breathless.

He turned and almost fled up the stairs. As I watched his firm butt move, I felt my pussy dampen with desire. What was I planning on doing? How far was I going to take this? I didn’t know precisely, but my own bottomless desire and need for the young man worried me.​