Twisted Urges
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2015 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
CHAPTER 1
It was a Friday night and Billy was walking alone, and on his way home. He was bored and frustrated, just as any teenager would be with nothing to do and no prospects for the weekend. Everybody he passed by on the sidewalk looked happy and excited and it only made Billy feel even more discouraged about his own situation.
He had been planning to spend the evening hanging out at his friend Pete’s house, playing video games and taking a couple of liquor shots to pregame before the two of them would head out to one of the few clubs in town that admitted 18 year olds. The plan was for the two of them to do their very best to have a fun night out, and maybe even dance with some girls. The plan had fallen apart.
Pete had been grounded by his mom that afternoon, after she’d found the half empty bottle of liquid courage that the two of them had prepared for the night. It was cheap vodka, gifted to them by Pete’s older brother, and it had been poured down the drain.
None of this had been shared with Billy ahead of time. The welcome he had received when he arrived at Pete’s house had been accompanied by threats from his friend’s mother to call Billy’s adoptive mom, Melissa. He didn’t stay long, and denied knowing anything about the vodka as he rushed out.
Billy noticed his mom’s car parked in the driveway as he made his way across the lawn and towards the front door. It was just the two of them living in a tiny suburban home, and though his mom did go on the occasional date, none of her boyfriends had ever gotten serious enough for her to introduce them to him.
“Mom, I’m home.” Billy kicked off his shoes and closed the door behind him. Food and ingredients were scattered across the kitchen counter, apparently the stuff that was going to be used to make dinner.
“Billy? What are you doing back this early?” Melissa walked downstairs into the living room, and Billy almost felt like he wanted to avert his eyes as he looked at her.
She was dressed in a white bathrobe that was about a size too small for her. Melissa had an amazing figure, big breasts, a nice butt, and a fit, petite body. Billy had to work overtime not to notice it “in that way”, and it had only gotten harder as he’d become a teenager, gripped by the effects of puberty.
His mom’s robe was slanted open at the top, and her boobs pushed out against it, showing off her cleavage and threatening to show off even more. The robe was short at the bottom, and Billy got the feeling that if she bent over away from him, he would get an open look at her gorgeous butt. Melissa had long blonde hair, but it was currently wrapped up in another towel, freshly showered.
“It was a bust, mom,” said Billy, scratching his head. “Pete, uh, had to help his mom out with something.”
Melissa bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms.
“Sweetie, I don’t mean to sound like I’m not happy to have you over here, but I’m having someone over tonight.”
A strange mixture of confusion and jealousy began to swirl around in Billy’s chest. His mom was having someone over? Having a guy over?
“Wait, what?” he asked. “I didn’t think you were seeing anyone right now. Is it… is it serious?”
He wondered why he cared so much, and was reacting so strongly. He had never asked about one of his mom’s boyfriends before, never even met any of them before. It had been clear to Billy from the beginning, since he was adopted as a newborn baby, that he would always be the number one man in his mom’s life.
“No, it’s not,” she said. “The guy is a little weird, in fact. I just feel like, well, like I could use some attention. I invited him over for dinner tonight. I thought you were going to be spending the night at Pete’s.”
Billy reeled back slightly. It was a lot for him to take in, especially the idea of his gorgeous mom, currently standing half naked in front of him, getting all prettied up for a man that she didn’t even like that much. But he was her son, and there were no real grounds for him to object to it on.
“Okay, that’s fine, I guess,” he said. The words came out reluctantly, and his mom could tell.
“Honey, don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll always come first in my heart. Here, come over and give your mommy a hug.”
Billy smiled, feeling like a little kid as he walked over to her. He wasn’t a kid, though, and he couldn’t deny that he was turned on by her, as messed up and terrible as it was. She was his mom, but as he stepped into her embrace and felt her soft, busty body pushing up against him, it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from grinding his cock into her stomach.
“There you go, isn’t that nice?” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his neck. “Nothing’s going to happen with me tonight, except for drinking some wine and playing a couple of rounds of Pretzel.”
Billy felt his cock aching for more. The hug had gone on for longer than it should have, but he didn’t want to break away from his mom. Her body felt damp and a little too warm underneath the robe, and as if they had a mind of his own, his hips pushed his cock in closer to her, sending pleasure flooding through him wildly as his erection made contact.
“Pretzel? You mean that stupid party game, with the mat and the colored dots.”
Melissa nodded, her breasts rubbing against Billy’s chest and pushing further up to his face with the movement.
“It’s fun, Billy,” she said. “I know it sounds weird, or like it would put you in too close of contact with other people, but I like it. We should play sometime.”
Billy’s hands ran down his mom’s back, coming to a rest on her buttocks, despite how ashamed it made him feel. He was barely hiding what he was doing anymore, grinding his cock into his mom like a sex starved beast, desperate to get off.
“You’d play that game with me?” he asked. “But I’m your-“
“You’re my son,” Melissa answered, cutting him off. “My big, strong, son. I think we’d have a lot of fun playing the game together.”
The two of them were silent for a couple of seconds, but their bodies were conversing in another language. Billy’s inner voice was screaming out in his head for him to pull back, but his cock was in control, and he was busy pushing it into his mom’s abdomen, recklessly grinding against her and savoring the pleasure.
His mom was rubbing her cheek against his neck, and the way she pushed her breasts upward did not appear to be accidental. Billy could see so much of the exposed cleavage of her breasts, and both of them were threatening to pop out even more, and give him a flash of illicit nipple.
“Sweetie, I need to finish getting ready,” said his mom. She made no move to pull away from him, and Billy continued dry humping her, making only the barest attempt to hide what he was doing.
“Of course, mom,” he said. “I have something that I need to finish, too.”
He wanted to push her up against the wall and strip the tiny robe she was wearing off of her, but he couldn’t. The thought made him feel almost sick to his stomach with shame and guilt, and suddenly, he was back in control of himself. He stepped away from his mom, hunching over awkwardly to hide the massive boner pushing out against his pants, and avoided her eyes.
Melissa cleared her throat.
“Okay,” she said. “So my date should be he
re around eight.”
“Yeah, okay,” said Billy. “I’ll see if I can find another one of my friends to hang out with.”
“Okay then,” said his mom.
“Alright,” he replied.
Their eyes met again, and the two of them stared at each other for a tense, silent moment. The air felt pregnant with possibility. Billy wanted to do something, but his mind wouldn’t let him acknowledge exactly what it was. Finally, Melissa turned away and headed back upstairs.
He stood alone in the kitchen for a minute more. His cock ached for attention and release, but something in his heart made him feel as though giving in to his need would be the ultimate betrayal of… something. It was better for him and his psyche if he just pretended like he wasn’t rock hard, more turned on than he had ever been in his life, and went on with his night.
Billy took a deep breath, and then headed upstairs, slamming the door to his room shut behind him without really meaning to.
CHAPTER 2
Try as he might, Billy could not find a single one of his friends to hang out with for the night. Everyone had either already made plans, or wasn’t picking up their phone, or just plain brushed him off.
Billy sat in front of his computer, disappointed and frustrated by his predicament. Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite porn sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter.
He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around his mom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness.
“Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.
“Sorry mom, I…” He trailed off in midsentence as he stared at her. Melissa was wearing a tiny black mini skirt that her butt was threatening to pop right out of. The blouse she had on was cut low in the front, and he could clearly see her breasts pushed together underneath it.
She looked a lot like the woman in the photos, and possibly even better than her. Billy felt incredibly weird acknowledging it, but his mom was a hottie. He tried to push thoughts of how her date would react to seeing her out of his mind, feeling a strange sort of jealousy that was totally inappropriate for a boy to have over his mother.
“Honey, it’s no big deal if you want to just hang out in your room while we’re downstairs.” Melissa walked over and leaned forward towards him, so her eyes were on the same level as his in the chair. Billy spread his legs open without really thinking about it, pointing his hard shaft in her direction and feeling more aroused than he ever had before in his life.
“No mom, I’ll figure something out,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
Melissa’s phone rang, and she stepped back into the hallway. Billy overheard her side of the conversation without really meaning to.
“What? Okay…” She sounded a little disappointed, and listened to whoever was on the other side of the line explain something. “If it’s that serious, I totally understand. We can do this another time. Okay, I will, you too. Bye.”
Billy watched as his mother walked back into his room, frowning.
“That was my date,” she said. “His daughter got into a minor car accident.”
“So he can’t make it?” Billy tried to not sound overly pleased as he asked. His mom nodded.
“Nope,” she said. “I guess it’s just me, a glass of wine, and a good book for tonight.”
Billy smiled at her.
“How about I be your date for the night?” The instant the words had left his mouth, he began to feel embarrassed, and a little uncomfortable. “Sorry! That came out wrong! I mean, neither of us has anything planned, we should at least try to make the best of it, right?”
Melissa looked at him carefully for a moment, one of her eyebrows raised.
“Can we still play Pretzel?” she asked.
Billy laughed and nodded.
“Sure,” he said. “I mean, as long as you don’t find it too weird.”
Melissa favored him with a mock glare, and then reached her hand out and pinched his cheek.
“The game is family friendly, Billy,” she said. “And besides, it’s like you said. It’s going to be a boring night if we don’t find something to do.”
The two of them ate a quick dinner in front of the TV. Billy caught himself staring at his mom a couple of times throughout it, his lower half having a reaction to her that was totally uncalled for and inappropriate. The photos of the naked older woman he’d seen before were still fresh in his mind, and he couldn’t help but wonder at his mom’s outfit, practically oozing with sex appeal.
Melissa brought both of their plates into the kitchen and returned with an unopened bottle of wine. Billy did a double take when he saw her pouring them each a glass.
“You’re letting me drink wine tonight, mom?” he asked, in disbelief.
“Well, it’s like you said, you are my date.” His mom smiled playfully at him, and Billy felt his cheeks turn bright red. “Here you go, honey. Drink it slow, because you’re only getting one glass.”
Several glasses of wine later, the two of them were laughing and rolling out the mat for the Pretzel game. Billy felt silly, and couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation. He was having fun, and from the looks of it, so was his mom.
“You know, this has been one of the best dates I’ve had in a very long time.” She had a flirty, mischievous look in her eyes, and noticing it made Billy feel a little uncomfortable.
“Mom, stop it,” he said. “I’m your son, and this is not a date.”
“I’m just teasing you!” Melissa teasingly pushed his shoulder, her blouse billowing open slightly as she did and giving him a flash of her cleavage. Billy didn’t say anything, and there was a tense, loaded silence for a moment.
“If we’re going to play the game, we should get started,” he said.
“Yeah, let’s do it.” Melissa was laughing as she spoke, and she flicked a couple of strands of hair out of her face and smiled at her son. “Alright, we’ll have to keep the spinner close. Otherwise, the game isn’t going to work.”
“Okay mom,” said Billy. “You’re going to have to lead, because I’ve never played it before.”
“You’ll pick up the rules fast.” Melissa smiled at him, and then ruffled his hair. “You spin the two spinners, and then have to put your either your foot and hand on one of the colors, depending on what you land on.”
“Sounds easy enough,” said Billy. His mom was still wearing her tiny black skirt, and the flirty blouse, and it was impossible for him to not notice as they moved into position for the game.
“I’ll go first.” His mom spun the spinners, and they came to a rest on ‘right hand’ and ‘blue’. She walked over to the mat and slowly leaned down, setting her hand onto one of the blue dots.
“I guess it’s my turn, then?” Billy was staring at his mom’s boobs, which were threatening to pop right out of the tight blouse she was wearing. He felt a little ashamed for being so turned on by her, but she didn’t look as though she noticed.
“Yeah, go ahead, sweetie,” said Melissa. “See what you get.”
Billy spun the two spinners, which came to a rest on ‘left foot’ and ‘yellow’.
“I guess that’s easy enough,” he said, walking over to the mat. He set his foot down on a yellow dot, which positioned him right in front of his mom, her head about a half foot away from his crotch.
“Oh, just wait,” she said. “It will get interesting as we get further into it.”
She spun again, this time getting ‘left foot’ and ‘red’. Melissa had to shift her body around and then set her foot down in order to keep on the blue dot and the red one at the same time.
“Mom, this is a piece of cake,” sa
id Billy. “Are you sure this game even works with two people?”
“If you’re worried about me beating you, why not just admit it, Billy?” joked Melissa. Billy responded by reaching his hand out and tickling one of her arms. His mom swatted his hand away, her fingers grazing across his crotch as she did.
“You’re going down mom,” he said. “My turn.”
This time, Billy had to set his left hand down on one of the green dots, which were on the other side of the mat. The only way for him to do it entailed leaning over his mom, and coming dangerously close to being in contact with her. He could feel the heat of her body underneath him.
“Now is it easy, honey?” Melissa pushed her butt up into his crotch as she spoke, catching him off guard. “Sure you don’t want to give up?”
“It’s your turn, hurry up and spin.” Billy felt his mom’s soft butt pushed into him, and desperately wanted her to land on a dot that would shift her out of the precarious position.
Instead, Melissa ended up having to put her right hand on yellow, which meant twisting so that she was in even closer contact with her son. Billy felt her butt grinding into him, and was embarrassed to find that his cock was responding to it eagerly.
“Mom, how long does the game go on for?” he whispered. She shifted a little before answering, as though intentionally torturing him, and Billy’s rod ached with an intense need for release.
“Until one of us gives up, or falls onto the mat,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 3
It was Billy’s turn to spin. The very act of reaching for the spinner forced him into even closer contact with his mom. She giggled as Billy’s hand glided across her chest, either not realizing or not caring about how much of an embarrassing struggle it was for him to keep himself in check.
“Alright… Left hand, Blue?” Billy looked at the mat. The only way for him to get his left hand on any of the blue dots was to push even harder up against her.
“Are you going to try it, sweetie, or do you give up?” The smile on Melissa’s face enraged Billy a little, as though to her, winning the game meant a lot. He’d always known her to be a rather competitive woman, and had inherited a competitive streak from her, himself.
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