Nick
Nick didn’t know how much more he could take. He sat there in a daze as the grown-ups talked. That’s how he felt, like a child sitting at the grown-ups’ table. Only he didn’t belong to anyone. He didn’t have a biological mother because she ran away. He didn’t have a stepmother because he had ruined that relationship over the past week. And now he wished he didn’t have a father.
He sat at the hotel kitchen table in a daze as the half a dozen police officers filled the hotel room and hallway as they spoke to Maggie. Nick could see one of the younger uniformed police officers staring suspiciously at the one king bed with messed up covers, then looking at Nick and his stepmother, who sat at the kitchen table. Nick didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He wanted to turn off his brain. He didn’t want to learn anymore. He felt sick to his stomach.
“Son?” the detective said, trying to get Nick’s attention.
“Nick?” Maggie touched his shoulder softly, and Nick’s eyes moved from his stare across from him.
“Hm?” Nick asked.
The detective, a gray-haired man with an iron jaw and measured eyes, made a face that was close to remorse. “Sorry, I know this is a lot to take in, and it’s a tough thing to process… but Nick, can I have your phone as well?”
“My phone?” Nick asked, lost.
“Yeah, we have to check the data and look for evidence that might connect with the murders,” the detective paused and looked between Nick and Maggie for a moment. “We don’t want to, but we can get a search warrant for them if you don’t give us permission.”
Nick looked down and saw Maggie’s cell phone in the detective’s hand. It was then that Nick realized what he was asking and reached into his pocket to grab the phone. The detective saw the brand-new plastic still stuck to the outside of the phone.
“You just bought this?” The detective asked.
“Yeah, I um- I lost my other phone on vacation,” Nick mumbled. The detective looked suspiciously at Maggie, who just nodded.
It was nearly three in the morning when the detective first called Maggie’s cell and woke them up. He had told her of another incident that had occurred, and it might have involved her husband. Maggie informed the detective of their location, and within 20 minutes, several officers arrived. That is when the heavy piece of news was piled onto Nick and his stepmother.
Michigan State Police had found the bodies of Allen and Allen’s wife, Ashley, yesterday in their home. They both had been bludgeoned to death with what appeared to be a cast-iron skillet that was found in the house. Allen was Nick’s father’s business partner at the gym in Michigan. Jack had flown there because Allen was attempting to take over complete ownership of the Michigan gyms.
The detective wouldn’t be specific, but he intimated that there was more evidence indicating Jack was the one who did it. And after his attack on Maggie, who could deny the possibility?
Maggie was shaken, but was at least still able to focus on the conversation. Nick was elsewhere in his thoughts. He kept running through his memories. Every good memory he had of his dad working out with him or teaching Nick to swim as a child. Every memory seemed tainted. Nick repeated to himself, murderer. Murderer. murderer. This can’t be real. I have to be dreaming. This has got to be a nightmare.
The detective closed a large notepad from across the table where he sat and looked to the officers beside him, who gave him a nod.
“That’s all the questions we have for right now,” the detective said. “But we have another matter to discuss. Upon hearing this news, we dispatched officers to your residence about an hour or two ago to see if you were still there. You weren’t, but the door was open, and several lights were left on. Officers cleared the location to make sure your husband hadn’t returned. No one was there, though, it did appear Jack had returned to the house.”
A visible shudder went through Maggie as she held herself.
“Some things in the bedroom upstairs had been gone through and moved around, but the main thing was- um… There was a note left behind.”
“What did it say?” Maggie asked.
The detective hesitated and looked down at his phone, where he pulled up a picture. He slid the phone over, so it was between Nick and Maggie on the table.
The piece of paper was etched in violent, bold, black lines, like Jack had written with a permanent marker.
‘YOU FUCKING WHORE. I'M GOING TO FIND YOU. I’M GOING TO SLIT YOUR FUCKING THROAT. I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!’
Maggie shook her head and took a deep breath. Nick just couldn’t keep from asking himself. Is this real? Is this not a nightmare?
“Now I’ve spoken to F.B.I. and M.S.P., who are leading this investigation, and they have agreed to offer you, if you would like, temporary protective services,” the detective continued. “That would entail staying at a hotel of our choosing, not one as nice as this, and to be under police watch 24/7. We can offer you this for up to 10 days. Is that something you are interested in?”
Nick was silent. He didn’t care about anything. He just didn’t want to know anything more.
“Yes,” Maggie said and touched Nick’s shoulder again. “Yes, we would, thanks.”
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Nick
The door opened to Nick’s hotel room. Not the main door that leads to the hotel hallway. The adjoining room door that attached Nick’s room to Maggie’s room beside his. There was no light on in her room, so all Nick could see was the shadow of the doorway grow larger, and the silhouette of his stepmother tiptoed through the doorway. She wore just her panties and a baggy t-shirt that she liked to wear as a nightgown. Her hair bounced with her breasts under her loose shirt with every silent hop.
It had been a week and a few days since Maggie had suffered her attack at the hands of Nick’s father. It has been nearly 10 days since Nick learned his father was a murderer. Nearly 10 days have passed since Nick and Maggie have had contact with anyone other than each other and the revolving door of uniformed police officers guarding their hotel room doors 24/7.
She climbed into Nick’s bed and looked at the main door with the slice of light illuminated beneath it. She had to be quiet because their police protection detail was right outside both of their doors. A sudden noise or scream could alert them that something was wrong, and they could barge inside to find a naked Nick in bed with his naked stepmother. And who knew what the repercussions of that could be?
Maggie saddled up the bed beside Nick just as she had done the past two nights. Scooching almost to a seated position in the bed, a head taller than Nick, where he lay. Nick said nothing as his stepmom’s full breast shook in his face and her small, soft hand caressed his thick pectoral muscles and down his bare abdomen.
“Shhh… It’s okay… Mommy’s here…” Maggie whispered as she cupped Nick’s head into her chest.
For the week after beginning this bizarre process and experience, Nick and Maggie had kept their distance from each other, romantically speaking. It was strange. The days leading up to that had revved up the passion between stepmother and son so quickly; it made blurring the line between lover and mother easy. But reversing through the process wasn’t quick, and it wasn’t easy.
Nick had been devastated, much like Maggie was from hearing the news about his father. His world turned upside down. Suddenly, his future seemed nothing but a possibility of bleak endings and sad, gray holidays. A series of days filled with loneliness and the impossibility of change. Maggie must have noticed the change in Nick immediately. His solitude and regression. This strong, imposing man he once was, turned into a scared boy, again.
Maggie’s role as the caring, doting mother reprised itself as she did what she could, which, as it turned out, was very little to fix the situation. Maggie’s husband was a murderer, but Nick’s father, the only real family he had left, was an abusive murderer. In the following days, the ever-caring Maggie took it upon herself to do whatever she could for Nick to make his life easier. Preparing food, cleaning (since the police wouldn’t allow the maids into the room), and just being a shoulder to lean on.
It was strange for Nick, and he was sure Maggie felt it as well. All of what was their romantic relationship had faded into the background of the past. They no longer kissed, touched, or even looked at each other in the way they once did. It was as if the romance of their relationship had perished with the bond they had with Nick’s father.
The hotel they stayed in was chosen by the Atlanta Police Department. It was decent and on the edge of town, though it was nothing fancy. They said their department’s witness security program could only last a maximum of 10 days and would consist of 24-hour police protection. The officers who waited outside their doors had been nice enough people. They didn’t seem to always know the details of the case, and most didn’t ask questions. Once or twice a day, they would change shifts, and another pair of officers would be outside.
Detectives stated they hoped to have made an arrest on Jack within a week; however, tomorrow was going to be day 10, and still, there was no progress made. The detectives re-interviewed Nick and Maggie, both around day four. Just general questions of things Jack said and where he has been before. The police refused to give any details on the case but stated, as they returned Maggie and Nick’s cellphones to them, that they had found more evidence and that it was a strong case against Jack. Nick felt disgusted when the detectives left.
He spent more and more time in his imagination, remembering his biological mom. She would read him stories before going to sleep. He would get piggyback rides on her before he got too big. The memories of his mom seemed richer and real now for some reason. Perhaps because everything that tainted her memory with drug addiction and abandonment had come from his piece of shit father. The more he thought of his mother, the more he realized he had never seen her with drugs, not that a 10 or 11-year-old would know much of what they looked at if they had.
It seemed to be the only good thing that Nick could take away from this entire ordeal, so Nick meant to hold on to it as tightly as possible. My mother loved me. My mom loved me.
The first night that Maggie had snuck into his hotel room, Nick was startled awake when she climbed into his bed. Nick didn’t speak at all, and Maggie told him not to. “Just listen,” she said.
She curled up on his shoulder. Her breasts hugged his arm through her thin shirt as she whispered in his ear. “I know things are messed up. I know things went from weird to fucked up and then worse, but I need you to know this. You are not alone, and as long as I’m around, you will never be alone, okay?” Maggie whispered. “You’ve saved me so many times over the past days, you don’t even know. Not just from what you’ve done, but from you being there. From just knowing that you are here. And I don’t know what we are, and I don’t know what we are going to do, but just know, baby, you're safe with me and I’ll always be there for you.”
Nick loved what he heard, and he loved Maggie’s words at that moment. He was glad he was not expected to talk, because he didn’t know what to say. Instead, Nick turned into Maggie’s chest and nuzzled into her breasts, burying his face, and Maggie held him tightly. They stayed like that for hours in silence until Maggie returned to her room.
The second night she returned, and they got in a similar position, only this time, things changed. After about half an hour or so, Nick’s stepmom’s reassuring brushes of her hand had made their way down to Nick’s boxers. Her fingers rubbed over his bulge up and down as his cock grew beneath it. Nick felt her fingers slip inside his waistband and wrap around his shaft as he gasped into his stepmother’s chest.
With gentle but firm pumps, Maggie worked his cock up and down in his boxers as a mess of pre-cum filled the inside. Nick’s hands fell to his stepmother's breasts, and he groped them through her thin white shirt. Squeezing and twisting the nipple, Maggie groaned as she jerked Nick’s cock faster.
“Oh god, baby, yes, play with mommy’s breasts…” Maggie whispered so softly it was barely audible. “You like that? You like feeling how full your mommy’s tits are?”
Nick’s low growl of a groan was all the answer his stepmother needed as she pressed on. “Oh my god, baby, pull on my nipple just like that, yes, yeah, oh god…” Maggie moaned in a whisper. Her whole body ground and humped Nick’s side. Nick’s boxers were stretched to the end, and his shaft was fully engorged. His stepmom’s hand raced up and down his length, and he felt how close he was.
Maggie’s breaths were short and urgent. Her words were soft and begging. “That’s it- yes… yes… that’s it. Cum for me, baby… cum for mommy. Cum for Mommy, baby.”
Nick had to bury his face in Maggie’s cleavage to keep from groaning as the explosion of pent-up cum filled his boxers as his stepmom continued to pump his shaft clean. The euphoria swirled about in his mind for several minutes before he could focus again. Maggie kissed Nick on the forehead and stood up, removing her hand from his boxers. Nick thought she was going to clean her hands and come back, but instead, she returned to her room for the night. Nick understood their complicated relationship even less in that moment, but he knew that the orgasm he had just experienced was the strongest one he had ever had.
Now on the third night, Nick wasn’t sure what to expect or do, but the anticipation was a nice distraction from the mundanity of his usual terrible thoughts.
“Shhh… It’s okay… Mommy’s here…” Maggie whispered as she cupped Nick’s head into her chest. Maggie removed her t-shirt right away and threw it on the floor. The distance she threw it worried Nick, because if a noise was made and the police officers used their room key to come in and check on him, his stepmom wouldn’t have time to get her shirt on while lying beside her stepson.
Maggie must’ve noticed Nick looking at the shirt. “Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I want you to just relax and open your mouth for Mommy.”
Nick felt Maggie’s hard nipple lower into his mouth as he felt her familiar hand find its way into his boxers. Her fingers closed around his cock as his lips closed around her nipple. “Oh, yess, baby. Suck on Mommy, nipple like a good boy, mmmm…” His stepmom purred. Her strokes were long and direct. Nick felt her other breast brushing his cheek as he sucked, licked, and pulled on her nipple.
“Ahhhmmm…” Maggie clapped her free hand to her mouth to keep from moaning out loud. “Careful, baby, you’re going to make mommy scream if you- ahhmmm… if you keep that up…” Maggie whispered.
Nick reached over, and his middle finger found the soft fabric of his stepmom’s panties, the only thing she still wore. His finger pressed down between her thighs, tracing her moist pussy lips down and back up again over and over again while Maggie kept her hand cupped over her lips.
Nick switched to her other nipple as his hand pushed her panties aside and dipped his finger deep inside her pussy.
“Oh, fuck…” Maggie whispered just below a loud moan. She sucked in a shaky breath as Nick pumped his finger in and out of her pussy. Her pumping of his cock became almost in unison as she bit her lip to keep from panting.
Nick felt how she was becoming. Her slick juices pooling in the palm of his hand as he finger-fucked his mother. Her hips and body swam in a trance as she seemed to forget to breathe.
“Baby…” Maggie started, then pinched her lips shut as if she didn’t trust what would come out next. “Baby, if you keep fingering mommy like that, you’re going to make her… oh my god…” Nick sped up his finger fucking her hole. Her juices flowed, and he heard the wet clapping as he entered her. “Oh my god, baby. I’m gunna cum I’m gunna- fuck!” Maggie cried out, then covered her mouth. Nick continued to finger her as her body trembled. Her thighs snapped shut, then opened. Her grip went still on his cock as his stepmother came hard on his hand.
The powerful wave sucked the air from Maggie as she doubled over, and Nick was forced to stop sucking on her nipple. In a sudden suction of air, Maggie righted herself as she began to breathe again. Her eyes were still focused on the ceiling as she gained control of her faculties.
“Oh my god- you made Mommy cum so hard, baby…” Maggie finally said. “You nearly made me scream out, you can’t do that, baby.”
Maggie was on her side, displaying her gorgeous body and sexy curves as she peeled her wet panties off her legs. “But I’m not done, baby, I need your cock inside me. I want your cum inside, Mommy.”
Before Nick could move, Maggie raised a leg over Nick’s shaft and mounted...
