Momma's Empty Nest

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the small hiatus! Moved into a new apartment at the end of December and have been settling in. Trying to get back into the swing of things with my writing, haven't forgotten about y'all! Read my stories in order of upload if you want them to make any sense lore/story wise. Each upload is a continuation of the last.)

Corey's head ached as he slowly opened up his eyes. He may have overdone it with the drinking last night at the party. He didn't even remember how he got home. And thank God it was a Friday, his classes today didn't start until the afternoon. He didn't have to look at the time to know it was well past morning by now. He groans as he sits up out of bed and feels a hand that wasn't his graze down his stomach. He jumps and looks down and a smiling girl had been staring at him since he got up.

"Morning~" She kisses his shoulder and it makes his muscles tense. Corey had no memory of who this woman was or how she ended up here, but he could guess. This was the first time he must have gone all the way with a girl since settling in. He had a few drunk make outs with two girls before, but he never brought them home. He always ended up missing his momma and resented the women for not being her. But apparently last night he was too hammered to care.

He sighs and rubs the crust out of his eyes as the brunette kisses his bicep. "Yeah, morning." He clears his throat and takes a better look at her now that the sleep was out of his eyes. Her hair was long and dark brown just like Courtney's, and her lips were naturally plump like hers too. It was no wonder why he didn't stop to think about his momma last night, he had picked a girl that looked almost just like her. Even though they looked similar, he still felt that Courtney was better looking. No other woman could compare to her in his eyes. He pushes his hair out of his face and doesn't return the kiss that's planted on his cheek.

"Wanna go for round three before breakfast?" The girl sits up then climbs into his lap, straddling him then wrapping her arms around his neck. But Corey was sober now and not interested at all.

He frowns and removes her arms. "I gotta get ready for class-"

"C'mon~" She grins and kisses his ear. "I'll let you call me mommy again."

"What??" Corey grabs both her wrists to pull her away. "What'd you say?"

She laughs. "What, you don't remember? You were calling me 'momma' all night." Her knuckles stroke his chin. "It was cute." He gulps and removes her hands again. He didn't remember that, and he didn't like that he did that. The girl notices his sudden shyness and she tries to comfort him. "Don't be embarrassed, I was into it! We can do it again..." She slides her hand down into his lap and cups his balls. Corey shivers but doesn't say anything. He felt like she had something over him now, even if she didn't know it. If he just got it over with then maybe she'd leave and he'd never have to see her again.

He closes his eyes as he lets her get him hard but he hates breathing against her. She didn't smell like Courtney and she didn't touch him like Courtney. Despite him being in his head, his body was reacting naturally, making her think that he wanted it. She grins and begins to grind herself against him, making him grit his teeth. He wanted her to just get out of here, he didn't wanna fuck her again but if it meant she'd leave then he'd do it. Corey reaches over to his nightstand and snatches a condom out of the drawer, letting her kiss and nibble at his neck. He never felt like sex was a chore before, but he didn't want a girl knowing he had a mommy kink holding any animosity towards him while he was in an actual secret relationship with his mom. He was giving her what she wanted just to stay on her good side.

Corey rolls the condom on and gasps when he's shoved down onto the bed. The girl whose name he still didn't know was smiling down at him as she hovered herself over his cock. Instead of slowly lowering herself, she dropped herself down and took him in all the way. She had been waiting patiently for him to wake up and wasn't going to take her time with this. Corey winces as she raises and lowers herself on top of him at her own speed and he balls up his fists while gripping the bedsheets. He closes his eyes tight and tries to just think about Courtney and old memories he had of her in bed. Her moans, her feel, her touch. Anything about her to make him cum fast. He remembered what it was like when his mom rode him in her old childhood bed when they were visiting her hometown. She took control and had him laid out on the mattress just like this. If he had himself relive that moment then this could be bearable.

This girl's body was slim with no fat. There was nothing to grab, unlike with his mom. Courtney had huge pregnancy tits and meaty thighs with a round ass. He could roam his hands all over his mother's body and there was always something to grope. But with this chick there was no meat, just bone. Her tits were a handful at best but Corey was used to Courtney's gallons. He didn't touch her because all it would do was remind him that he wasn't fucking his mom. Maybe being drunk helped ignore all that but right now he couldn't stomach it, he missed her too much.

As she continues to ride him, Corey thinks about that day right before they left for the funeral. How his mom shoved him onto the bed and bounced herself on top of him. In that moment, he could feel how tight she was in replacement of this girl. He wanted to reach up and grab his mom's giant tits and roll them around. He wanted to latch onto one of them and begin chugging. Corey lets a moan escape him as he thinks about the taste of Courtney's milk and the girl riding him gets excited, and starts going faster. She uses her knees to start bouncing harder and Corey couldn't help but start thrusting his hips forward. He never opened his eyes, if he did he'd lose focus and his boner. He just kept thinking about his mom and how her tits would bounce and her smell that he loved to fill his lungs with ever since he was small. In his head he could hear that old shitty bed creak underneath them and his mother moaning his name. Corey was breathing hard now and felt himself get closer to finishing. Her insides felt nothing like his mom's but was getting him where he needed to be regardless. He tuned out her moans and noises so as to not ruin it. His phone's alarm goes off but she doesn't stop riding him. He grunts and grabs his phone to turn it off, and when his screen turns on he's met with the photo of him and Courtney. Seeing her face gives him just what he needed to finish. Corey groans and bucks his hips one final time, releasing everything he had into the sticky condom. He drops his phone and falls limp while the alarm keeps blaring.

The girl pants and wipes the sweat from her forehead then goes ahead and turns off his alarm for him. Carefully, she climbs off of him and pulls him out. She smiles then kisses his lips but Corey doesn't kiss back. "Looks like you're gonna be late to class." She begins to dress herself while Corey continues to lie there. He sighs before finally getting up and grabbing his boxers. She then stands in front of him, keeping him from moving forward. "I already put my number in your phone last night, so you better call me."

"Yeah, okay." Corey nods but has no intentions on doing so. "I'll call you later..."

"Good!" Now dressed, she kisses him one last time before finally leaving. When his door shuts behind her, Corey lets out an exhausted and dramatic groan. That sucked. She sucked. But it didn't matter. He was going to be seeing his mom soon and couldn't wait. The original plan was for him to leave Saturday morning, spend the night, then leave on Sunday. But he was going to leave after his classes today and arrive early tonight as a surprise. They had only been apart a week but it felt like a lifetime. Corey checked his phone again. He still had some time to kill before he had to leave, so he decided to take a much needed shower. That way he didn't have to waste more time before leaving to head back home since it'd already be a three hour trip, plus he wanted to wash off this skank musk before seeing his mom. After his shower, Corey grabbed his backpack and went straight to his car to head to campus with still wet hair. He'd be a little late, but it was that girl's fault. He still didn't know her damn name, and didn't really care to know.

On the drive, Corey decided to check his phone at the stop light and had a message sent to him not that long ago. 'I had fun! Can't wait for next time!' Followed by several heart and kissy emojis, under the name 'Pearl'. He groans and tosses his phone into the passenger seat, then keeps making his way to his classroom building.

Class was boring and he could barely keep his eyes open. This was just one of the basic courses he needed for credit, not like it was something he actually gave enough of a fuck about to stay awake through. So he let himself drift off for most of the period. Then he slugs himself off to the next building for three more classes, catching up on his sleep and recovering from his minor hangover in each one.

Corey shot up out of his chair when his last class of the day was finally dismissed. He felt rested and was ready to book it back to his place to get everything packed then head on the road. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and turns the corner out of the hallway then bumps into somebody who was turning in the same direction. He tumbles backwards a bit and moves his hair from his face to see who was having to apologize to. "Shit- my bad."

A girl his age dusted herself off and gave him a warm smile. Her tan was dark and her hair was darker. A full figured woman with brown eyes and a messy bun of curls. "Webber, right?" Corey was caught off guard. He had no idea who this woman was but for some reason she apparently knew him.

"Uh- yeah. Corey." He awkwardly offers his hand and she shakes it while laughing.

"Sorry. My boyfriend is on the team. I picked him up after practice and he mentioned you, he said you're pretty good!"

He grins proudly. "Yeah? Who is he?"

"Derek Key. Skinny white guy, kinda short."

Corey had to think about it for a second. The boys on the team didn't go by their first names, just their last so he tried matching a face to 'Key' and her description didn't really narrow it down.

She chuckles as he continues to think. "The one that dyes his hair."

"Oh!" She should have started with that. "Yeah, Key! He's fast." Key was the only guy on the team with dyed hair. It was a dark blue that passed for black if it was dark, so the coach didn't care that much. The whole team called him gay and he never denied it. Which made Corey surprised that he had a girlfriend. He was very much a pretty boy. Slim face and a skinny body with a waist almost like a woman's. So he was talking to his girlfriend about Corey yet they barely spoke just a few words to each other. Key was a good player though. His swing wasn't much but the kid could fucking run. "Tell him I said hey, I guess. Ah- what was your name?"

"Valentina." She gives him a wink then begins to walk past him. "See you around, Webber."

Corey watches her walk away until she's gone, stealing a glance at her muscly ass. That was an interesting interaction. He'd have to remember to greet Derek himself the next time they saw each other. As he walks back to his apartment, Corey thinks back to any interactions he's had with Derek. They were short and simple, nothing of importance. He witnessed Derek get teased by their fellow teammates making attempts at being homophobic but Derek never seemed bothered by it. He'd play along and even flirt with the men that were fucking with him and that freaked them out more than any other retaliation could. The first time Corey saw it happen, he was ready to say something until he saw that Derek could handle himself. If anything he was probably used to it.

The team had just finished their practice drills and were hitting the showers. Derek mostly kept to himself and always took one of the corner showers to stay out of the way and avoid any confrontation that he could. Corey heard some of the other guys snicker and gawk at him while Derek would get undressed or wash himself off. For a bunch of gay haters, they were being pretty gay by watching another man get naked. Derek did have a nice body though, Corey had stolen a glance to see what they were talking about. When Derek was turned around he could be mistaken for a woman from behind. His hair was down past his shoulders but he kept it up most of the time. He didn't even look like he shaved, the guy must wax or something. He was smooth like a swimmer and the way he dragged his hands over himself in the shower was naturally provocative.

When Derek was finally done showering, he wrapped his towel around his hips and went to grab his second towel for his hair out of his duffle bag. Before he could get a hold of it, one of the bigger guys that had been taunting him snatched his bag up and tossed it onto the top of the lockers just barely out of reach. Some of the other boys laughed as Corey dried his hair while sitting on a nearby bench, but Derek seemed unphased by the bullying.

"Climb up and get it, femboy." The sweaty jock hadn't even showered yet and was just lingering around with his unwashed dick out. He flicked Derek's nose and he swatted his large hand away. He then eyed the two other boys that were still laughing at him. If they wanted a show then he'd give them a show.

Unbotheredly, Derek dropped his towel and stepped closer. His flaccid pink dick grazed the other man's thigh as he stood on his toes to reach where his belongings had been tossed. The man shoved Derek off of him and cursed at him, calling him a perverted fag and to get lost. Derek was left being the last one laughing and happily dried himself off and got dressed then left to apparently be picked up by his hot girlfriend.

Corey wondered if Derek had caught him watching. He seemed like an okay guy, not like the assholes that had done that to him in the first place. Maybe Corey was about to make his first real friend on the team. He finally drops the whole thing when he arrives back home. He wasted no time packing and throwing everything into his sports car. He'd fill up on gas and get some energy drinks while at the gas station so he didn't get tired while driving. He was so excited to see his momma again, he could hardly wait. Just three more hours.

Dale was waiting to get off work, he told Courtney that he'd pick them up some dinner before heading over. They hadn't kissed or been sexual in any way since that first night. She'd cuddle him on the couch every now and then when they'd watch TV, then he'd carry her to bed. Although he wished they could take things further, he was happy with simple hugs and petting her hair as she slept. He also wondered how Corey would take it if he found out that they were being so close. He didn't want their son thinking his parents were getting back together when they really weren't, as much as he wanted to be with Courtney again. He wanted a relationship with his ex-wife the same way everybody wants to win the lottery. It was just a dream and there were very slim chances of it ever actually happening. That night stuck with him though. He had a few masturbation sessions in his office because he couldn't stop thinking about her taste and her body. He kept that old photo of her on his desk and would just have at it on himself until he came. He'd do this right before clocking out and heading over to Courtney's. Just to release some steam and not be so worked up when he saw her again.

He begins to text Courtney to ask about dinner. 'What's the little guy in the mood for tonight?'

Courtney feels her phone go off on her desk and she excitedly checks it, expecting a message from her son but instead it was his father. Her excitement is brief and she begins to text back. 'Surprise us!' She was still friendly towards Dale but the shame and guilt flooded over her if she enjoyed his company too much or for too long. That night was a mistake. None of it would have happened had she just let Dale sleep on the couch like he had originally planned. Her loneliness always led her towards reckless acts of intimacy, that's how everything between her and Corey started off. Sure, she was drunk that night and Corey made the first move but she could have stopped it. And the same thing applied to that night with Dale. She still had no clue how she was going to tell their son.

Though they didn't go all the way, Courtney still felt a lot of guilt. She gave in so easily and Corey hadn't even been gone for a full 24 hours. After that night with her ex husband she realized she has a complex with being alone, she hates it. From random men that used to pick her up at bars after her divorce, to Phillip, to rebounding with her ex husband and most of all sleeping with her own son. She just needed somebody there and the somebody that she truly wanted was Corey. And she felt like she had just betrayed him by having that moment with his father. This made things so much more complicated as a family and Dale was starting to feel it. He knew she was in her head again and feeling some type of way, so he gave her space. He was still coming to check on her everyday after work but now whenever he'd sleep over, he slept on the couch. That night shouldn't have happened, he knew that. His feelings got the better of him and now everything felt weird. Frank on the other hand was ecstatic for his friend and kept encouraging him to keep trying.

Courtney was a mix of excited and anxious to see her son again. She needed to come clean about what happened between her and his father. If she kept it from him, it was only going to make her feel worse and make him more upset. He wasn't going to be happy, clearly. But he deserved honesty. She was at her desk, biting on her pen and waiting for the work day to end. She'd been thinking about getting a different job for a while now. Telemarketing wasn't exactly her dream job and the whole workplace was still looking at her sideways after what went down with Phillip. Everyone knew what had happened, they knew the baby wasn't his and that she had some type of tie to his car being destroyed. Dale said he'd do his best to pull some strings with the connections he has to get her some type of office job, something that pays more.

Toby was really letting her have it today. He kept kicking and stretching out her belly. He was eager to come out but it wasn't time just yet. She grunts painfully when both his little feet start kicking at her ribs again. She sighs and leans back in her chair. "I bet you miss your daddy, huh?" She spoke to her baby in a soft voice, not loud enough for her coworkers to overhear. "He'll be here tomorrow. He's excited to see you again." Maybe that's why Toby had been throwing such a fit lately. It was like Dale had taken his father/brother's place and the little man was not happy about it. He didn't know who this random man was. He wanted Corey.

The work day eventually comes to an end and Courtney packs up her belongings into her purse and sends Dale another text letting him know that she was on the way home. She thought about calling Corey during the drive and wondered what he was up to as she made her way to the parking lot. As she approaches her car, she notices a figure standing next to the driver's side. Her walking slows down. This person stood there like they were waiting and it was only when she got closer is when she could finally recognize who it was. Phillip. Her anxiety instantly is replaced with annoyance.

Phil had been trying to get a hold of her through phone calls. First on her cellphone but she blocked him. Then he resorted to calling her office number and now here he was at her car. Her approaching footsteps make Phil turn around to face her finally. His eyes fall onto her swollen stomach. The last time they saw each other she was barely even showing yet. He flicks his cigarette to the ground then stomps it out.