Mom's New Man Pt. 02

Preface - The second chapter opens up about a month later, and things are not working out so well for Jerry. After a few setbacks with his knee, it was in no better shape than it had been and he was now addicted to pain medication. To make matters worse, his mother, guilt stricken, has completely broken off their sexual relationship.

Jerry was ready to spend another beautiful summer afternoon under the shade of the pergola on the back patio of his family home. It was a very comfortable and peaceful space to spend time with a tablet, a book, or nothing more than your thoughts and a nice joint. This particular day Jerry was going with the latter and as he sat down and puffed away, his thoughts began to drift back to those magical times spent with his mother. They almost seemed surreal now, like they happened in a dream. The only thing that confirmed his sanity was the fact that the very centerpiece of those memories was just a few feet down the hall and around the corner and whenever he saw her, the memories all came back along with a fair amount of sexual tension. Of course he tried his best not to even think about any of it, as his thoughts would inevitably lead back to the moment where his mom sat him down and explained that it was all a big mistake and that it could never happen again.

He wasn't angry with his mom at all. Disappointed, sad, regretful maybe that he didn't handle things differently, but he was not mad or resentful towards his mother at all. He understood completely where she was coming from. The fact is, it was wrong and there was some guilt that even Jerry felt, although when he was in the middle of a jerk session with his mother at the forefront of his mind, there was no guilt to be found.

Suddenly Jerry was brought back to reality as he heard the sound of someone in the living room just a few feet away from where he was sitting. He quickly put out the joint and started to feel a little hot under the collar as his mother opened the sliding glass door. Trying to jump the gun and distract her with some conversation, he chimed in, "Hey mom, what's going on, what are you up to?"

"Oh nothing much, just got back from church and I was just thinking about what to do for dinner. What about you, got any plans?"

"Nothing much, I was going to head over to Travis's later on and hang out, maybe go play some pool or something."

"Oh, ok honey. So you won't be here for dinner then?"

"No probably not mom, I need to go get cleaned up pretty soon actually."

"Ok, just drive safe and be careful."

"You got it mom. See ya."

As she left and closed the door behind her, Jerry breathed a sigh of relief as she did not seem to notice the weed smell that was surely lingering in the air. He was going out later that night but not with Travis. Travis was Jerry's best friend since little league and they did spend a lot of time together but tonight he would be going to see Josh, the local weed man. He wasn't going for weed though, Josh had texted him earlier that he had gotten his hands on some fentanyl, an extremely powerful opioid, Jerry's new drug of choice.

As Sharlene walked back into the kitchen, she thought about what kinds of things her son was up to. She had known that he smoked weed for a while now, that was no big surprise. She had done the same when she was his age and as long as he kept his grades up, she didn't see any reason to hassle him about it. What concerned her though was that lately, Jerry had been acting differently. She couldn't put her finger on it but her mother's intuition told her that something was off with him. She had heard stories on the radio about prescription drug abuse and she knew that Jerry was on some fairly addictive pain medication. She decided to have a look around the house after he left for the evening and the first place she decided to look was the medicine cabinet in Jerry's bathroom. There was the bottle of hydrocodone, but it was completely empty even though the month wasn't even half over. "Maybe he just put the pills in a different container" she thought as she went into his room to have a look see. She looked in all the obvious places, under the bed, the sock drawer, the nightstand. She sat on his bed looking around and noticed a small wooden box on his dresser that she remembered he had handcrafted in shop class a few years earlier. She went to the box, picked it up and opened it and sure enough, there was a bag of weed, a glass pipe, a small ziplock bag with a dozen or so pills and a couple of jump drives. The weed she expected and the jump drives she didn't give much initial thought to, but the sight of those pills made her heart sink. Upon further inspection, they had letters and numbers engraved into them but they didn't seem to make any sense. Then she turned her attention to the jump drives and began to think that perhaps there was some information on them that would shed some more light onto what he was up to.

She brought the box along with its contents into the office and sat down at her desk to plug the drives into her computer. One looked a little older and more well used than the other one so she tried it first. Of course the thought crossed her mind that they contained porn but she was more concerned with finding out more about the pills. After all, she knew more about him sexually than most mothers would ever know about their sons so she didn't think there would be anything there that would shock her too badly. Sure enough, as she looked through the folders on the drive, it was full of pornography. Mostly pretty tame stuff but there were some folders entitled "older", "feet", "pantyhose", and the like. She looked through a few of them, not really surprised as she had a pretty good idea about what her son found attractive. She ejected the first drive and went to the second, newer looking one. It had but a few folders, one names "pics", one "vids", another "my vids" and one that simply said "caps". The last one piqued her interest. "Could it be short for capsules?" she thought, and went to open that one first. What she saw however was more thumbnails of pictures. The first one she clicked on made her jaw drop. It was a picture of a somewhat attractive older woman bent over with her panties showing looking over her shoulder with the words written right below her face, "Come get mommy's ass".

Sharlene had never seen such a display of unashamed depravity. Her mind was racing. Was she responsible for causing these urges? Was he the one who was writing the words? Was he thinking about her when he was doing it? Upon looking at a few more images, she was pretty certain he wasn't writing them himself, at least not all of them as they had different writing styles and different fonts. Who was writing them though? Was this a thing? Where there lots of boys who had these feelings? She backed out of that folder, now knowing full well that "caps" stood for captions, and she went to the folder titled "vids". Here she found one video after another featuring older women engaging in various sexual acts with younger men with the woman playing the role of mommy. She was starting to get the theme here only the "pics" folder was pretty benign until she began to notice that most of the women bore some resemblance to her in one form or another. By the time she got to the "my vids" folder she had begun to get a little excited by the graphic nature of the sights and sounds, coupled with the reality that this was her own sons private stash that he no doubt has masturbated to. There were but three videos in the folder. The first one was a video of her son masturbating for about four minutes. She only realized this after the video was up and she looked down to see how much time had passed. The second one was a continuation of the first, with a cumshot at the end. She had seen this up close and personal before but she thought his load seemed a bit small compared to what she remembered. By now her pussy was fully wet and she had subconsciously began grinding her legs together and squirming on her chair. The last video was the most surprising of the bunch. It was a close up shot of her sons cock slowly gliding in and out of a pussy. It was surprising because Jerry had never had any girlfriends that she knew about. It never showed the girls face but it did appear to be an older woman. It did flash up at the end and show Jerry's face, although she already knew it was him just by his cock.

She put the jump drives back into the box as she tried to come to grips with what she had just seen. On the one had she was worried about how serious his pill habit was but on the other had she was worried about the obvious urges he was having towards her. She couldn't help but blame herself for causing them as she had practically seduced him all those weeks ago. Then it dawned on her, why not look at the dates on the files and see when they were created? She hurriedly put the newer drive back in, this time looking at the dates and was relieved in a way to find that most of them, not all, but most had been created before their first encounter. This meant that she was at least not solely responsible. It did however mean that her son harbors a deep seeded infatuation with her, which if used correctly, could give her a huge amount of power over him. Not that she wanted to dominate or control him, but it could be just the leverage needed to steer him in a different direction from where he was currently headed, which she feared was the life of a full blown drug addict. Thoughts swirled around her head as to what exactly she would do and how she would go about it. She didn't really want to go as far as she went the last time but she figured there were things she could do that wouldn't be crossing the line too terribly bad. Even though she was a good upstanding Christian woman and no one that knew her would ever think otherwise, her little fling with her son was not her first experience with incest. Growing up on a small dairy farm in Indiana, her bothers and sisters were the only kids her age for miles.

It started innocently enough, her and her brother playing house, talking about sex, not knowing much of anything about it other than what it was called and that it took place between a boy and a girl. Just a couple of kids experimenting really. It wasn't until later when she told her mother that she wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend with her brother that she was informed that it would be incest and that it was wrong. It stopped then without anyone ever knowing but ever since then, the thought of incest has always gotten her blood flowing. Who knows what brought about her son's interest in her, maybe it was hereditary but in any event, she continued to plan her next move with her son. Just as she was coming up with a couple of ideas, she was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway.

Unfortunately, it was her husband Ray. She hoped he would be drunk enough that he would quickly pass out and not interfere with any of her plans. Ray was one of those people who had no even keel whatsoever. He was either up or down, there was no in between. In just a couple of moments, she could tell right away that he was up. He burst through the front door, arms stretched wide, grinning from ear to ear, proclaiming "Daddy's home! hahaha" as he reached back to his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "Order us a pizza. Where's my scotch?"

At about the same time, Jerry was pulling up to the house. He was eager to try the Fentanyl but he wanted to drive home first as he didn't know how strong the shit really was. He popped one in his mouth and washed it down with some orange gatorade that was sitting in the passenger seat. "Shit, dad's home. Might as well take another" he thought as he popped another followed again by the gatorade. He went around the side of the house to the back entrance to avoid any possible conflict with the old man. As he entered the house, he heard the booming voice of his dad from the other room.

"I want an extra large pepperoni lovers and a couple orders of that garlic bread. I know you like that shit, right hun?"

As he entered the kitchen, Sharlene suddenly remembered that she had left Jerrys stash box and all its contents right on the kitchen table. It was too late to stop the hellfire that was about to be unleashed.

"What the? The fuck is all this? Marijuana? Pills? Is this yours Sharlene? WHAT THE FUCK?"

She tried to go into damage control even though she knew it was useless.

"No, its alright honey I can explain"

It didn't take long for Ray to recognize the box was the same one that Jerry had made in shop class.

"Is this Jerry's? Are you fucking kidding me? Our son is a fuckin pill popping dope head? Oh my fucking God. How long have you known about this? Jesus, were you ever going to tell me?"

"I just found out myself Ray, I swear. I'm going to take care of it, he needs help."

"The fuck he does, he needs an ass whooping is what he needs. Where the fuck is he?"

"He's not here. Don't get upset, I told you I'm going to take care of it."

Jerry, now in his room, was hanging on every word and had already realized that his stash box was missing and that he was truly fucked. He was kicking himself for keeping his entire stash in such an obvious place, but mostly he was trying to figure out how he was going to talk his way out of this. Just then he heard a crash. It was the unmistakable sound of his wooden box being smashed into thousands of tiny little pieces. More yelling, more crashing, this time sounded more like breaking glass. Then he began to hear his mother. She was clearly in distress, crying and speaking in a tone that he had never heard her use before. In an instant, he stopped thinking about how he was going to salvage his own dignity and his only concern became the well being of his mother. He burst out his bedroom door and down the hall to the kitchen. There up against the wall was him mother, visibly distraught, surrounded by broken glass, and there on the other side of the room was his father, glaring right at him with fire in his eyes.

"You little mother fucker"

"Mom, are you ok?"

"She's fine. Where the fuck do you get off smoking weed in my house, popping pills all day and God knows what else? Do you have any idea what kind of shit you're in right now?"

"Shut the fuck up dad, I'll knock your ass out like I did last time."

The whole scene was eerily familiar, only this time Jerry was the one who was inebriated while his father was more or less sober.

I'd like to see you try you little fuck. I bet you're high as a kite right now aren't you? Look at him, his eyes are the size of pinholes."

Jerry, who was now clearly feeling the effects of the Fentanyl and realizing that he probably shouldn't have taken that second pill, but still mistakenly under the impression that he was maintaining, took a couple steps toward the old man but as he brought his arm back to load up a punch, his body did not cooperate like it should have. His father took a couple steps as well, grabbed Jerry by his shirt collar and violently slammed him up against the wall, smashing a shelf and scattering all its contents across the floor. Dazed but not out, Jerry again drew his fist back for a counter attack but that was the last thing he remembered before waking up on the floor with his nose bloodied.

Dad was gone. Apparently mom had to threaten to call the cops to get him to leave. While he was getting his wits about him, mom was preparing a washcloth to clear the blood from his face. Jerry, in a moment of brevity said, "Well this is deja vu all over again."

"Ha, only this time you were on the receiving end, dear."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"It will be ok baby. We have a lot to talk about though."

"Yeah I know. Hey mom, did you ever get a chance to order that pizza?"

She couldn't help but laugh a bit at how nonchalant her son was given what had just happened. "You really are high, aren't you?"

"A little mom. Hey, at least I can't feel any pain in my face."

"Yeah, that's what we have to talk about Jerry. I know you're father is an asshole, but he's right. You can't go on like this."

"Mom, I know this all looks really bad, but I have everything under control. I can handle my high, unlike some people."

"Jerry, I'm your mother, I know you better than anyone, so trust me when I say, you have not been the same person these last few months. I mean look at what just happened here. 6 months ago you knocked your father out cold and now you can barely make your way across the room."

Jerry tried to defend himself further but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. "Yeah but I usually never get this messed up, I didn't know how strong that stuff was."

"Jerry, it's not just tonight. And there's something else..." Sharlene reached into her pocket and pulled out the two flash drives, placing them on the table.

Jerry's nerves stood straight up on edge. She obviously not only had the flash drives in her possession but knew what was on them. He couldn't speak, he just stared at the drives while his face flushed dark red.

"It's ok Jerry, I don't want you to worry about it too much. Frankly, I'm a lot more worried about the pills than I am any of the other stuff. I mean, we've talked about what happened between us and I know that you understand..." She glanced behind her to make sure no one was within earshot even though they were alone and leaned in towards him to whisper, "I admit, it was very... Intense, but the thought of getting pregnant by my own son is just too much Jerry." Even though she meant it, she felt a little twitch in her pussy as she said that. "However, given the nature of our situation, and going by some of the things I saw on those jump drives, I think I have an idea for how I can help you get off these pills." Jerry just sat back in silence, clearly a little overwhelmed by the situation. He looked up at her with curiosity, hoping that what she was saying really meant what he hoped it did. She looked down at the drives as she said softly, "I will help you indulge some of these fantasies, SOME. But if we do this, you have to promise me that you will let me be in control of everything. Whatever I say goes. And the first thing that I say is that you can not have any more pills"

Jerry was almost in disbelief. Was he so high that he was imagining this entire conversation? He looked towards his mother as his mind shifted to a sexual nature. She sat in the chair in front of him, legs crossed at the heels, her dress riding just above the knee, her slightly thick, pale white legs on display along with her pretty little feet with red painted toes in flip flops. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of fentanyl, handing it to her. No words needed to be spoken, the look on Jerry's face said the rest. He was still so high, the tune to the Grateful Dead song box of rain was playing is his head with his mother before him, never looking as beautiful as she did right then with an almost orange glow about her, reaching out to touch his leg.

"I know you love mommy very much."

"You know I do mom"

"And I know how much you love your mommy's feet." she said as she kicked her flip flops off and placed her feet on Jerry's chair right between his legs. Jerry gasped, nodding his head yes. Feeling her feet press against his inner thighs caused his cock to visibly harden in his pants. He looked into her eyes and caught her staring at his bulge before looking up at him. They looked at each other for a moment, then Jerry began to unbuckle his pants and haul out his stiff cock. She made no effort to leave, just sat there looking back and forth between his eyes and his cock. Jerry looked down and saw his hard cock right in front of his mom's cute feet, right on display in front of him. "Go ahead and stroke your cock baby, I want you to cum all over your mothers feet."