Chapter 3

Patty steeled herself for the encounter with her son. Not only did she need to be firm with James, but also with herself. She felt this was the last chance she would have to keep this whole situation from spiraling out of control. She put on a stern, parental stare and walked down the hall to James’ door.

James was still blasting music (pop this time) as Patty stepped up to the door and listened for a moment. She could almost hear low moaning on the opposite side. “Cut it out,” she rebuked herself as she knocked on his door. She definitely heard shuffling on the other side as she waited for him to acknowledge her. She took a step back from the door (so it wouldn’t seem like she was listening), and a moment later the volume fell and she heard a mumbled, “C’min.”

James was lying on his bed with the laptop in front of him. He reached over and put the remote to his stereo on the dresser next to his bed. Patty walked to his desk across from the bed and sat in the chair. Reluctantly, James looked up at his step mom not knowing what to expect. He was definitely afraid, but worse than that, he couldn’t remove the image of his mom’s coated face from his mind. James had been dealing with his conflicted emotions since yesterday. Just being in his mom’s presence took effort.

Patty didn’t delay; she didn’t want to lose her nerve. “James baby, we need to talk about yesterday.” James’ throat was dry. He waited for his mom to continue. “I want you to tell me…what you thought…about…what happened,” she finished awkwardly.

James felt nauseous thinking about speaking right now. He had no idea what she wanted to hear from him. Did she really want to know that she had made him come harder than he had ever in his life? That spewing in her mouth and all over her face and fat tits was like a dream come true? That he was deathly afraid that he’d never get to do it again? That even this moment he was fighting to keep his erection in his pants? James had no intention of saying any of those things, but one thing crossed his mind that he could share. He sat up and patted his stomach, smiling. “It still feels better.”

The tension popped like a balloon. Patty cracked up laughing in her seat, drawing a guilty grin from James as he faced his mother. This was still the woman who raised and loved him. “I bet you do,” she laughed as smiled at James. “What else?”

“Well…I mean…it was sooo good. I mean, really, really good. I couldn’t believe how you put my wh-“

Patty interrupted James mid-sentence. “I understand that you liked the feeling, but I want to know how you feel about…I mean, I’m your mom and you’re my son-“

Now it was James’ turn to step in – “But you’re not my real mom! That doesn’t mean….” James trailed off as he looked into Patty’s eyes. She was obviously aware that they didn’t share blood, but it shook her to hear him say the words. She turned away and wiped her eyes.

James jumped up from the bed and rushed over to the chair, squeezing Patty as he hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry mom! I didn’t mean it like that! It sounded so bad when it came out. You know that you’re the person I love the most in the world, forever.” Patty was comforted by his words, and turned to hug him full on. Her giant melons pressed into James as they shared a moment holding each other.