My head rested against the cool glass window as the landscape went by. My hand hurt. My ribs hurt. I was pretty sure Derek was hurting more. That was something at least. There was a winner, and I didn’t lose.

“I just can’t fucking believe you got yourself suspended. I can’t believe you made me leave work to face that boy’s mother. Then you wouldn’t even tell the principal why you just attacked the star running back, and that only got you in more trouble.”

I shook my head. “He knows what he did. That’s enough,” I said, and looked down at my hand. I nursed my knuckles. They were scrapped. They would be bruised soon enough. I clenched my hand.

“And what about me? Would you like to tell me? God knows you wouldn’t tell the principal or Mrs. Benson. I’m sure it had something to do with Kels.”

I just nodded.

“Is it why the two of you got back together last night?”

“Part of it.”

“Would you like to share?”

I heaved a sigh as I turned to her. “Look, Lynn—”

“Oh, no, no, no, you are not talking to Lynn right now, Jessy. You're talking to your mother, and I’m starting to think I might be too easy on you recently.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, easy.” I unclicked my seatbelt as we pulled into the driveway.

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, look, he called her a slut, Mom. Okay? Kels slept with him, like we all knew she would eventually, and that son of a bitch turned around, told her she wasn’t any good, and called her a slut because he didn’t think she was a virgin, and broke up with her.”

“She’s not—”

“Fuck, I know she’s not a virgin, Mom. That’s not the point,” I shouted, raising my hands. “Look, I love my sister. I thought you did, too. I’m not going to stand there listening to him embarrass her the way he did.”

“Jessy…” she took a beat. “Yes, I love your sister. You know that I love your sister. I’m just pissed that you let yourself get suspended.”

I shook my head. “It was worth it.”

“I hope so, because you realize that you're going to be stuck with me for the next three days.”

“Oh”—I rolled my eyes—“poor me.” I opened the door and got out of the car.

“Oh, and you're not getting any either.”

I just shook my head as I stepped inside. The truth was, I couldn’t believe I’d let myself get suspended either. Senior year of high school, spotless record, not a bad student, and then suspension. I fell onto the couch and just let myself breathe. Apparently, I sat there for a few hours because I was still there when Kelly slammed the door.

“Did you at least get me a tooth?” she demanded.

I shook my head and looked back at my knuckles. “Despite my best efforts.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me. Apparently, my trying to fight for her honor didn’t thrill her the way it did in the stories.

It wasn’t long after that when the phone rang. Mom wasn’t pleased when she had to hand the phone over to me.

“Hello?”

“Jessy.” It was Aliza crying.

“Aliza, what’s wrong?”

“My mom is telling me that I have to break up with you if you're getting suspended for fighting.”

I closed my eyes. Of course, she would say something like that. “Aliza, please.”

“Shut up, silly. I’m not going to,” she whispered. “How did it feel to hit him like that? People at school said it was epic.”

“It felt pretty good, actually,” I confessed.

“Ugh… I wish I’d seen it. He messed up my plans too, you know,” she said, and then the waterworks again—what an actress. “Jessy, I’m sorry. We just can’t do this anymore.”

The phone beeped, and she hung up. I just looked at the phone for a moment. Talk about mixed messages.

“Aliza told me that her mom would overreact,” Kelly said. “Don’t worry, she’s not leaving you to me despite my begging.” She took the phone away from me and returned it to the hanger as I shook my head.

“I guess we just start sneaking around more.”

“Eh, I assume she’s still allowed to spend time with me, so it won’t be too much sneaking,” Kelly said.

I heaved a sigh. One little fight….

***

Sleep helped. Sleep always helped.

Three days off. Five, really, seeing as the weekend was getting involved.

I woke up, got a shower, and then went back to my room. A threadbare t-shirt (the best kind) and a pair of grey sweatpants as I kicked back with a book. I knew the rules. No TV, no internet, at least not while anyone was watching. Right now, I wasn’t interested in either one.

I was maybe 100 pages into this fantasy noir when Lynn showed up at my door and stepped inside. I barely glanced up.

“Mom, what do you want?”

“Can I not come in to see you?”

Letting go of a breath, I shook my head. “No, that’s not really what I meant. You know you don’t have to babysit me. You could have gone to work today.”

“I know. Maybe I should have, even. But there is clearly something wrong with you, and we are going to talk about it.”

I glanced up at her and then put my book down as I shook my head. “What’s wrong with me, Mom, is that I’m emotionally fried. I’m physically exhausted. I’m in this relationship with Aliza, which now has to be kept secret. I have you, who wants a baby out of me. And then there’s Kels, who comes in here, I guess two nights ago now, crying because Derek was an asshole—go figure. Then she jumped Aliza and me after she had basically told me that she couldn’t have anything to do with me months ago. So yes, I punched his ass—his face, really. Why, because I’m exhausted and I can’t deal with these things.”

Lynn just sat there nodding.

“There’s your talk,” I said.

“I think I came down a bit hard on you yesterday, didn’t I,” she said and placed a hand on my thigh.

I nodded. “A bit, but I get it. I’m disappointed too. None of this would have ever happened if….”

“If what? If our family hadn’t grown into what it is? No, Jessy, I truly hope that you still would have risen up for your sister and punched that kid out. God knows I tried talking your father into doing it, but apparently, there are laws about that.”

“Who’d a thunk….”

She just nodded. “Who’d a thunk.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Me too,” she said. “And you know,”—she tapped her fingers on my thigh—“I do have kind of an ulterior motive to staying home to watch my troublemaker son?”

“What happened to I wasn’t going to get any?”

“Oh, that was when I was fired up and still in a mood. And when I had far less apologizing to do. But maybe I shouldn’t say it, considering how physically and emotionally exhausted you are.”

“Not so exhausted,” I said, suddenly somewhat better. “So, what is it that you had in mind?”

“Oh, just some apologizing,” Lynn said as she fell to her knees at the side of the bed and placed her hands against my hips.

Fuck, all the woman had to do was touch me, and here I was rising to attention. “So how about it? Can you forgive me for being so mean yesterday?”

I looked her in the eye as my cock began to build a tent in my sweatpants. I was still fucking exhausted, but then, there she was, looking up at me. “I think I can forgive you.”

“Mmm, not so emotionally exhausted then.” She smiled at me. “And you want to know something else?” she asked as she rubbed my cock through my sweats.

“What’s that?”

“I just woke up this morning, and I was so horny, and it occurred to me, I’m ovulating.”

My heart might have skipped a beat.

“You're ovulating?”

“Yes,” she said, “and I know you said that you're exhausted, so I can take it easy on you”—she gave me the slightest smirk—“but I still want your baby.”

“Even if it means he might get suspended one day?”

“Well, I guess that can happen to the best of us,” Lynn said as she wrapped her fingertips around the hem of my sweats and pulled. “Because my baby boy is the best of us,” she said, as my cocked flopped out and she looked in no place but my eyes as she wrapped her hand around me first and then wrapped her lips around my length.

A deep breath escaped from my body, and I shoved my book to the side as I fell back against the sheets.

Some apology.

I reached for my phone. I needed it as Lynn slowly began to work her way up and down my length with her tongue. A dribble of saliva dripped down my cock, and I hit record on my camera.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly as Lynn moved her hand in time with her lips.

She looked up at me and chuckled. Her eyes smiled as she took it in, and then she came off me with a pop! “Send this one to your sister,” she said, stroking me. “Let her see how well I take care of you.”

“Oh, she knows,” I said.

“Send it anyway,” she said, going down on me once more.

I hit stop on the record and then reached out. Lynn laughed as I placed my hand on her head and pressed her gently down against my length.

I uploaded the message and sent it to Kels before slamming the phone down as Lynn flicked the tip of her tongue through the tip of my cock. I fell back against the sheets.

“Holy shit, Lynn. Oh, fuck, or is it still Mom?”

She chuckled softly as more of her saliva began to trickle down my length.

“You can go back to Lynn for now,” she said, and then began to suck on me faster, moving her lips and her tongue in longer strokes up and down my shaft, and she sucked on my length harder.

I grew even harder in her mouth.

I closed my eyes, took a breath, and she kept sucking me. Twisting her tongue around my length, turning it around the head of my cock, and flicking the pre-cum up and away with the tip of her tongue.

I breathed into it, and Lynn kept sucking on me.

“Is my baby boy starting to feel better?” Lynn asked.

I nodded. “So much better, Mom. Keep sucking me.” What was I thinking? Emotionally exhausted? Fuck….

She chuckled as she looked up and into my eyes, all while running her hand and her fingers through the leftover trail of saliva that ran down my cock.

“Mmm, he likes his momma’s mouth,” Lynn said as she wrapped her lips around my length once more.

“Oh, you still give the best blowjobs,” I said, falling back to the sheets.

She chuckled softly, and then she closed her eyes. She took me deep into her mouth. She took me deeper, and I shook as my cock brushed against the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Mom.”

She didn’t stop. Her lips slipped through the mess of saliva on my cock as she took me in long strokes with her lips, and then she took me deeper once more. This time, she gagged, adding to the mess on my length. She came off of me, moaning softly, leaving behind bubbles that dripped down my cock.

“You like that, sweety?”

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I said. I reached out and wrapped my hand back around her head, pressing back down to my cock.

She chuckled again as she opened her lips and took me back into her mouth. “Mmm,” Lynn moaned. She took me deeper, pressing my cock back into her throat.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

Lynn gagged hard, and her saliva spilled from her mouth and down my cock, and she took me deeper. She gagged hard once more and then came off me, gasping for air, fighting to breathe. Saliva covered her face and her shirt, but she looked so good sucking on me. She had eyes for nothing but my cock, and she went down on me once more.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm….” Lynn started sucking on me once more.

I gasped.

Lynn came off of me with a pop and then ran her tongue down my length before taking my balls into her mouth. She rolled them over her tongue, and I struggled for a moment to breathe. She must have really wanted me to forgive her.

Her tongue fell, and she licked my taint, and then she licked my asshole.

“Oh, my fucking god, Mom,” I gasped, and my breath caught in my throat. She chuckled and then licked me all the way back up before taking me back into her mouth.

I fell back against the sheets, and my breath slowly began to come in gasps.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned. I reached out and placed my hand on Lynn’s head. “Fuck, Mom, I’m going to cum.”

“Mmm, mhmm,” she moaned softly. She pressed her tongue against the base of my cock and rode me all the way up, pressing against me. She flicked her tongue through my hole, and my cock exploded as I pumped a wave of hot cum into my mother’s mouth.

“Fuck,” I moaned, falling back again as I filled my mother’s mouth. She chuckled, and then she kept sucking me, only now, instead of it just being her saliva dripping down my cock, it was also a mess of cum.

She sucked me harder, turning everything into a frothy mess.

I shook with every stroke as she twisted her tongue over my sensitive head.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed her off of me and came to my feet, standing in front of her. She looked up at me, smiling, and I smacked her across the face with my cock. She laughed at me, and then I pressed my cock back into her mouth and thrust into her.

I fucked her mouth. I fucked her throat. Her saliva and my mess of cum fell from her mouth against her chin and her ruined shirt.

“Gwack! Gwack! Gwack!” Lynn gagged as I pressed into her.

“Oh, my God,” I pulled out of her and took my cock in hand. Lynn looked up at me and just laughed.

“Do you forgive me?”

I just looked at her. I was practically in shock as I grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. I didn’t say anything, but I kissed her hard, tasting the cum and saliva still resting on her lips. I reached around her, lifted her soiled shirt free of her body, and threw her down against the bed. Her petite breasts bounced.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You're being fucking bad today,” I said.

She laughed as she threw her arms up and over her head. “I’m just horny, baby, and I’m not the one who got suspended.”

“No, I’ve seen you horny before.”

She laughed and then bit her lip. Reaching down, she undid the clasp on her jeans, and I wrapped my fingertips around them, dragging them down. She screamed as I nearly pulled her off the bed, but then she laughed as I cast them to the floor.

“I’ve read before that women taste different while they're ovulating.”

“Mmm, let me know,” Lynn said, and I fell to my knees, pressing my face between her thighs.

The smell of her sex was somewhat different. It was subtle, but it was one I wanted to taste, and I pressed my tongue through her sex.

“Mmm,” Lynn moaned softly.

I looked up at her, and she met my eye as I licked her. I pressed my tongue through her slit and then rolled it around her clit. I suckled on her, listening as she breathed into it. She reached out and pressed her fingertips through my hair.

“Mmm,” I moaned, licking her. She did taste different, but like the smell, it was subtle. I might not have noticed if I wasn’t looking for it.

I pressed a finger into her and kept licking her as she moaned softly.

I looked up to Lynn as she reached for her body and wrapped her hands around her breasts. I kept licking her as she toyed with her nipples, making them hard and erect as I suckled at her clit, lapping up her juices. I tasted her. I wanted more.

Lynn reached down once more, wrapped a hand around my head, and pulled me deeper into her.

“Mmm, my good boy,” Lynn said.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Mmm, for what?”

“Being bad at school.”

“Oh, fuck, get in trouble more often,” Lynn said. “Keep licking me.”

I chuckled softly and wrapped my tongue around her once more. Her juices dripped onto my tongue, and I took her in as she moaned softly.

“Oh, yes,” Lynn moaned. Slowly, she began to grind her hips against me, pressing her sex deeper into my mouth. Slowly, her juices began to flow more freely against my tongue. They splashed against my hand as I dipped a finger deeper into her.

Her breathing changed as her thighs began to shake.

I twisted my tongue around her clit, and Lynn dug her nails into my scalp.

“Yes. Yes. Keep licking me,” she said, gasping. “That’s my good boy.”

I met her eyes, looking up over her body, over her mound, over her breasts. Her eyes fluttered as she ground her hips against my face.

Mmm…. I wanted her juices to flow over my tongue.

I pulled my finger free of her pussy and plunged my tongue into her hole.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as her body shook. Her juices spilled down and over my tongue as I took them straight from the source, straight from her honeypot. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly, taking her in.

Lynn reached down, wrapped her hands around my head, hauled me up to her, and kissed me hard. Her tongue pressed against mine as we shared the taste of our sex.

Her body was warm as I pressed against her, and I took my cock in hand as I kissed her back.

“Mmm,” Lynn moaned as I pressed forward. I pressed into her, and the lips of her body opened to take my length. “Yes, Jessy.”

I kissed her once more as...