Cool Mom

CHAPTER THREE

Sunday

From the kitchen I called out sweetly, seeping with promise.

"Booooys, dinner tiiiime!"

Christian's herd of friends came tumbling through the back door, shoes clomping over flippant laughter, shoving and knuckling each other, spilling into my living room, a hoard of them.

"What's for dinner!"

"I'm fucking starving!"

"What do you got us, Elena?"

"Yeah Mrs. L!"

They kicked off their shoes in a dirty pile, and they, dirty and sweaty from play, spilled into the kitchen around me.

"I got something special, boys." I said, climbing up onto the kitchen table.

They gathered around in a circle, spinning, a wheel of hungry boys, gazing at me.

No, it was the table that was spinning. Like a record, going round and round with me on it. I lay on my back, propped up by the elbows, and the starving hungry boys closed in.

The spotlight turned on with a loud THUD, the warm beam washing over my body, centering me. The star of the show. I opened my legs.

Up my tight mini-dress, I was bare slitted. Pantiless. Open cunted, no-bushed, free-wheeled. I was flashing everybody. The faces passed by in a merry-go-round of leers and smiles. Boys licking lips, looking at my lips, lusty lips, hungry lips.

"Wow!"

"Looks delicious, Mrs. Lopez!"

"Me first, me first!"

"One at a time, boys." I said with pride. "How about you, Nick? You look starving."

Nick, taciturn and polite Nick, a real good egg, always my favorite of Christian's friends. He climbed onto the table and knelt down, his friends patting him on his back.

His breath was hot and moist on my slit.

"Eat up..." I urged him, and lifted my butt slightly.

He dove in. Tonguing, licking, sucking me. He really was hungry, making quite a mess. And ooh these boys were such apleasureto feed.

"Man, Christian, your mom's thecoolest."

"Socool, my mom never serves pussy for dinner!"

"Look at her moan like such a whore, she really iscool!"

"Mrs. L, could we try your asshole while we're down there?"

"Oh man that'd be socool!"

The pleasure overwhelmed me, all while the table kept spinning with Nick and me on it, spinning, spinning, spinning and I was cumming, cumming, cumming.

I woke up from my dream in a twin bed.

Christian's bed. No. Sean's bed.

It still smelled like him. His sheets, seeped in his sleep, were tangled around me. Their musk brought me back to last night when I sucked him off. His scent had been in my face, on my tongue, in my mouth, and now I was wrapped up in it.

I'd given Sean a blowjob, and now I was waking up in his bed.

Although I guess it was my bed now, because I offered him the master bedroom, with the king sized mattress on the on-suite bathroom, when we turned in last night. That wascoolof me. I should have done it sooner.

I pulled myself upright, the sheets falling off my naked body, my vision tunneling from lifting up too quickly. The dizziness subsided, except it didn't. Not really. It was oddly pleasant, this hangover, a gentle buzz on my skull.

I stood up, back aching from the inferior mattress. It was a mistake to trade beds, but Sean would be leaving tomorrow, and I could reclaim my space. Reclaim my life.

I loved being thecoolmom to Sean, but it was starting to get exhausting. I rubbed my jaw. Evencoolmoms needed a break.

I looked around for a shirt, or something, to put on. My lingerie from yesterday was likely strewn about the house still. Sean certainly wouldn't have cleaned it up yet. I think those panties were still in a dried-up ball somewhere, caked in my wet lust, hardly ready to be worn again. I stood for a moment, stumped.

My closet wouldn't be available until Sean woke up. But Sofia's was. She'd have left some clothes behind when she went to college, and I was sure I could find something that fit. She was a little smaller than I was, but just as busty. At least I could throw on some panties and a bra.

I walked, and even though no one was around, the sway of my hips followed me. It wasinme, this sultry little walk. A part of me. Just howcoolmoms walked.

At Sofia's closet, the selection was bigger than I anticipated. Sofia was always a clothes hoarder, but I didn't expext her to have almost an entirely full wardrobe's worth of outfits left at home. So this is why she was so motivated to work all those summer jobs.

I grabbed one of her t-shirts that I thought would fit and a pair of swishy pants. I felt the fabric in my hands and they were soft. Comfortable. Perfect for a day of lounging.

But... they were quite plain. And they didn't really show off my body.

The lingerie yesterday was so much fun. Walking around in it, teasing Sean with it, enjoying his gaze on my body until he couldn't resist tearing pieces off-- it was all great.

But I thought it was a one-off experiment. I thought I only dug out that lingerie to re-live some glory days, show off my body, then go back to comfy loungewear.

It dawned on me, standing at my daughters closet, filled with skirts and belts and halter tops and dresses and tights, with stripes and spots and blacks and whites, with cottons and nylons and denims and leather, that loungewear wouldn't do. Ineededto dress sexy.

My head buzzed. There were so manycoolchoices in here and--

Oh fuck. There was no getting around it. Ineededto show off my body.

"What am I doing..." I said to myself in the mirror, not for the first time this week.

I'd squeezed myself into a pair of Sofia's short shorts, a pair that she herself was never daring enough to actually wear. On my frame they were stretched to even skimpier proportions, barely covering my ass and riding so high on thighs that they could hardly be considered shorts at all. I left them unzipped, the open fly a tantalizing window to my bare pubis.

Up top, I wore an unbottoned blouse that I tied in knot below my cleavage. My chest was open, tits mostly exposed, hanging free behind a nearly open curtain of cotton.

And the make-up... Once I was dressed, I couldn't stop primping myself further. I dug into Sofia's left-behind collection of lip sticks, blushes and mascaras. I painted my face, lips glossy red, eyelids smokey, cheeks flushed, looking hip. Looking young. Lookingcool. Like this, my expression was even softer and dimmer, a vapid face unburdened by thoughts beyond looking sexy.

But Ididhave other thoughts. Like...

I looked sexy, and it feltgood. I looked like the kind of mom all guys dreamed about. Thecoolmom.

"Fuck..." I sighed. I was getting wet already. I needed to clear my head. I toyed with the idea of a quick get-off before starting on breakfast... except, I shouldn't. Not without Sean's permission-- Or--

No, because I shouldn't need to masturbate just to start my day. Showing off my body shouldn't make methishorny. Something was happening to me.

But I was horny. Whatever else was going on, my libido was coming back in full swing. And I really wanted get off. Maybe throw on some porn. I bet Sean would think it was realcoolif he came downstairs to me watching it.

"Get a grip!" I told the slut in the mirror. "This isn't you!"

The real me wouldn't blast porn in the living room. She'd play fantasies in her head, like--

"Eat up, boys."

--Or something like that. One that probably wouldn't involve so many strapping young men. Didn't I used to have a thing for firefighters my own age? The point was, I would cum my brains out in private like a respectable adult. Maybe play porn off my phone, with earbuds.

Except Sean quite enjoyed the show last night.Coolmoms make everybody feel included. It would be rude to do it without him. Without his permission.

I was slipping again. Slipping into thesenewthoughts. They didn't belong. And I never used to feel this buzzy buzzy, heavy headed, and dim. I thought back to what Patricia said to me. That Sean could make people do things. Could she have been... right? Was I starting to feel the weight of a hundred little orders fucking with my mind?

I ventured into the hall and the master bedroom door was still closed. Sean could really sleep when he wanted to. It was 11am. How long would I have to wait before I could cum today?

In a hurry, and without thinking it through, I dialed Sofia's number.

"Hey Mama, what's up?" She asked.

Her voice sounded disorientinglynormal. No lurid coo. No tittering lilt. Just straight chat. And she hadn't even called me "Slut."

"Hey, babe!" I said, trying to match her tone, except I couldn't really remember how to talk normally. It came out throaty. And was "Babe" okay? Should I have said "Chica" or "Bitch"? What the fuck was appropriate to say?

"I just, uhm. Wanted to chat. I know we got cut off yesterday. How did that test go?"

"It's tomorrow." She said plainly. "Remember? Today's Sunday."

Sofia could tell something was off, I knew it. But-- was that a good thing? Did I want her to know, or was I trying to hide it?

"Fuck, right, I'm sorry hun."

"Mom!" Sofia said, half-scandalised, half in laughter.

"I mean-- sorry!" I yelped.

But what was wrong with a little cursing anyway?

"Oh my God, Mom! What is goingonwith you?" Sofia laughed.

"Nothing!" I said, maybe a little too defensively. Nothing was going on, except for how I was turning into a teenage wet dream.

Then Sofia said, so casually, "I'm sorry Mom. It's cool, it's cool."

My heart skipped a beat.

"It's...cool?" I asked.

"Sure it is. I'm 21, Mom, you can curse around me, it's cool."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know that." I said.

Obviously I knew that. I wascool. But hearing it from my own daughter shook me. I was used to hearing it from Sean. He had this weird fixation on mycoolness. But it felt different from Sofia.

Would she think it wascoolif she knew that I--

"I borrowed some of your clothes today." I blurted out. "I look fucking hot in them."

"Oh yeah, sure." She said laughing.

"Those denim shorties and that light yellow blouse." I said.

"Wait...seriously?? Mom, are you okay? Is Sean still there?"

"Yeah, but he's leaving tomorrow. Actually I was only in your closet because mine is--" I caught myself. I was talking too much, and Sofia was acting suspicious again, and it was souncoolto rock the boat.

"Yours is what, Mama?"

"He's just-- uhm. In there." I squeaked. "Sleeping. I know it sounds crazy but-- I offered it, and-- Okay it sounds ridiculous out loud."

"Uh, YEAH." Sofia said bluntly. "You GAVE him your room? Mom, get him OUT of there!"

"It was just a one-time thing!" I said. Like the hand job. And then the blow job.

"DON'T let him walk all over you, Mom. I know how he is. The guy has no fucking boundaries. It's NOT cool. March in there and WAKE HIM UP."

"Okay, I'm doing it!" I said. It wasn'tcool. NOTcool. Notcoolof Sean... or of me?

"I'll do it. I promise."

I crept towards the door and cracked it open. He lay there sprawled across the king mattress, his bags and clothes scattered across the master bedroom like it was his. Seeing it in person raised the hairs on my neck. Sofia was right. This wasmyroom.

I had to wake him up. A knot formed in my stomach. It was decidedly anuncoolthing to do. But that meant I had to do it. I had to try being the bad guy, just once.

I swayed towards Sean and gave him a slight nudge on his shoulder, but he didn't react except for a congested snort. He was dead to the world.

This was one way in which Sean was exactly like Christian. My kid could sleep through an earthquake, and so it seemed could Sean. But I was acoolmom, and I learned a few tricks over the years to handle this.

Gently, I pulled the covers off of Sean's body. I slipped them down to the foot of the bed, and he groaned and grunted, but didn't wake. He was such a typical teenager, snoring away no matter what you did.

But I was going to wake him up, whether he liked it or not. I was going to wake him up and show him exactly who was boss.

You see, you had to wake them with something they craved. For Christian, it was bacon. I'd open his door and throw slices of it on the skillet, letting the smell waft into his room where it'd drift into his dreams, provoking his cravings, encouraging his body to wake.

Unlike Christian, Sean would need a little bit more than some bacon. He hadothercravings. Sorry pal, but wakey wakey. Serves you right for taking my room.

I pulled Sean's boxers down to his knees. My mouth watered from the lingering thought of bacon, or maybe it was from from--

Sean's cock was half-erect from sleep. I knelt close, licking my moist made-up licks, lifting daintily his cock with my fingers. He snored away, but his little restful sleep was about to get a rude awakening. I was going to wake him the fuck up, just like Sofia said to.

With care, I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck.

Gentle, at first. Light pressure, with just the bare minimum amoung of tongue. He didn't deserve my full effort. Just enough to disturb his entitled little sleep. Just enough of my lips, my mouth, my saliva.

Only a kiss here or there. A couple licks up the the side, and then, all of it in the mouth again, and suck, suck, suck...

And-- What was I doing? I was sucking off a nineteen year old boy for the second time in less than twelve hours. I was bent over, my ass busting out of skimpy denim shorts, tits cradled precariously by a thin blouse, and I wassucking.

This was bad.

I sucked Sean's cock, and it was getting harder in my mouth. Growing. Standing. And I had to open my lips wider now to fit it, plus there was more shaft to work my tongue on, and--

"Oooohhh..." Sean moaned. He was waking up.

I was bobbing on it now. Slurping a bit. And I should stop, right? Because Sean was waking up. The ploy worked. And there were things we needed to talk about, like was he making me do this? And, give me my room back. And, when can I cum today because I'm just a little horny from dressing like a slut--

"God, this isso coooool..." Sean growled. My whole body buzzed pleasantly. I'd done a good thing. But... wasn't that a bad thing? I didn'tintendfor this. I intended to be the bad guy.

So I uncoupled from him and started to stand.

"Don't stop." He ordered, and the buzzing in my body intensified. It rippled from my toes to my skull, where it pounded at my head DON'T STOP, and I slip-slurped my mouth onto his cock again, sucked it in, lips tight, needing to obey.

Needingto. Just like Patricia said. Sean said DON'T STOP and so... I couldn't stop.

I couldn't stop, and I could feel the weight of his order now. I looked up at him with distressed eyes, begging him to pleaseletme stop, and if not that, then let mecum.

"Mmpphh!!" I begged around his cock, scared.

"Sorry-- I mean--Coolmoms love giving blowjobs." Sean instructed me. The words washed into my head, a tsunami, sweeping away my previous train of thought, filling me with new ones, and--

Why was I doing this?

It was simple.

I loved giving blowjobs. Just like that. Loved the feel of it in my mouth, the sounds he made, the servitude of it. I hummed on his cock, sucking, swirling, sopping. Of course I loved giving blowjobs, that's why all the boys thought I wascool.

And that's why I gave him my room. When he asked, he'd caught me in such a good mood because I'd just finished doing one of my favorite things. Sucking a nice, hard cock.

"Actually...Coolmoms give-- unh-- the best blowjobs..." Sean observed.

And I went deeper, opening my throat, devouring his cock, shocked at my own skill. At how my gag reflex faded away into nothing. At the red-hot eagerness I was able to convey with my eyes all while his dick was down my throat.

But why was I shocked?Coolmoms gave thebestblowjobs. I'd love to see other moms go as deep as me.

I buzz buzz buzzed happily as I worked. If I was going to have an uncomfortable conversation with Sean, it helped to do something I enjoyed first. And by God I enjoyed this. I needed this. It was making everything better.

When Sean came, I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I barely noticed, alerted only by his sudden uninhibited sounds, his bucking legs, his pulsing load already halfway down my throat.

"Wow, that one is reallycool." Sean said. I took stock of the black mini-dress, with its wide cutouts over the boob and down the stomach, its stringy shoulder straps and ass-hugging fit. It was more of a stretchy human giftwrap than a dress.

I was going to say it looked impractical, but-- It was acooloutfit. And it definitely would show off my body. I clicked ADD TO CART. This purchase was getting a bit pricey, but we were finding a lot ofcoolstuff.

"Thanks again for helping me update my closet." I said. "But-- Like I keep saying, this isn't quite what I meant when--"

"No problem. You're gonna look so fucking sexy in all this stuff. It's crazy you don't own anything like it already."

After this morning's wake-up call, I tried to explain to him that something was wrong. A woman shouldn't have to raid and repurpose her daughter's closet just to dress like a whore.

I'd meant it literally. Ihadto do it, and I shouldn't, right? I shouldn'thaveto. But Sean took it the wrong way. He thought it was a travesty I needed to borrow and modify Sofia's clothes at all. Didn't I have any of my own?

"Promise you'll do a fashion show for me when it arrives." He said.

"Don't forget you're leaving tomorrow, mister." I reminded him gently. I didn't want to sound too eager that he was leaving, but with how he was settling into the master room, it almost seemed like he had forgotten.

"I know, but I thought it wascoolwe had this budding friendship starting. We are friends, right?"

I had to admit we grew closer over the week. And we'd done a lot of friendly stuff together. I'd even shared some secrets with him that I've never told my actual friends. Somehow, Sean had turned into my most honest relationship.

Then, the idea of having an ongoing friendship with my kid's friend gave me a buzzing excitement.

There was no reason why I couldn't invite him back for a little show. I loved to show off my body, and Sean made for a great audience.

"Yes... right. You could swing by." I said.

And the buzzing grew. In acoolmom's house, the guys could come and go regardless of if her son was around. That was thecoolestthing about her. Her door was always open.

Her legs were always open. "Eat up, boys..."

The buzzzzzing grew and grew and grew, twisting around my nerves until--

"That would be amazing, actually! You're gonna nut so hard watching me shake my ass and titties in this thing."

"It's a deal then." Sean grinned. "Oh, click on that!"

He pointed to a simple item, a black choker collar with a metal heart in the center. He pinched my ass.

I stood to make my rear available to him. "This? I dunno. It's not really my style."

What I meant was, I couldn't see how this would show off my body.

"Elena, don't you know chokers arein? They'recool!" He squeezed and rubbed my ass freely and--

Now that I looked at it, the collar did have a strange allure. While Sean rubbed between my legs, I imagined it fastened tight around my neck. In a way, it would draw attention to my collarbone and breasts.