Momma's Jealous

When morning came around, Corey let his mom sleep in up until around eleven when he came to wake her up himself. Camille wasn't coming over until later this evening, but they still had a lot to get ready. He gently creaks open the door and peers inside. Courtney was asleep on the bed only in an oversized tshirt, which actually belonged to Corey. Her clothes from last night were discarded on the floor and the lamp on her nightstand was still on. He walks over and pulls the lamp string to turn it off then takes a seat next to her on the bed to watch her sleep for a moment. He felt bad for making her angry last night. Looking back at it, he was coming off a little bit controlling and forgot for a moment that she was his parent and not his girlfriend.

He gently shakes her shoulder. "Momma, time to wake up now." He strokes her tangled and messy hair. "Let's get you showered, okay?" He pats her back then heads to her bathroom to get the water running. Courtney stirs and slowly lifts her head up. She looks around the room and groans at the sunlight. After taking a break from drinking, her body had forgotten how to function in the morning after a few drinks. Her pelvis ached and she knew why. Phillip had really given it to her last night and might be sore for a while. She groggily sits up out of bed and drags herself to the bathroom. She strips out of her shirt and underwear then turns on the sink to splash water over her face.

Corey was checking the water's temperature to make sure it was just the right amount of hot like she liked it. The bathtub was already halfway full and steaming, ready for her to get in. He watches his mom carefully dip her feet in the slowly submerges. He loved admiring his mom's full figure. The stretch marks on her belly from when she was pregnant with him, her love handles, her fat ass. Courtney closes her eyes and puts her head under water to get all of her hair wet and she opens her eyes when she resurfaces.

He took his mother's hand into his own and intertwined their fingers. "I'm sorry for last night." He kisses her knuckles. "I didn't mean to yell at you." He frowned. Courtney lifts up his chin to reassure him.

"It's okay, babe." She squeezes his cheeks. "I didn't mean to worry you." She leans back into the tub and exhales out. The hot water felt good for her aching loins. "I know today is important to you, time just got away from us."

"Us." Corey repeats. "Who were all the coworkers you went with?" He presses. Courtney wasn't a fan of the third degree. She felt like she had something to hide, but she really didn't. If Corey was allowed to have a girlfriend then she could fuck a coworker. Though, maybe she wouldn't phrase it that way.

She clears her throat. "Just me and my friend Phil." She avoids meeting his eyes.

Corey's gears begin to turn as he tries to remember that name being mentioned before and if he's ever met the guy. He vaguely remembered one time after an office Christmas party, his mom had drunk one too many and a 'Phil' had dropped her off at home. That was about two years ago but the two have never met and he didn't have a face to put to the name.

"Phil, huh?" He puts his hand in the hot water for no particular reason. "Should I be jealous?" He was only half teasing, he kind of was actually jealous. She was late because she was out with a guy and she tried to hide it from him. But he couldn't really talk, he had done the same with keeping her in the dark about Camille. At least they both coughed up the truth eventually. He had more questions but honestly wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

Courtney runs his hands through her hair. "Don't be." Her words were dismissive and she changed the subject. "What should I make for Camille for dinner?" That was something she'd yet to figure out. She planned on asking Corey last night about it and going to the grocery store to get ingredients after work, but things obviously didn't turn out that way.

"Um yeah, she's actually vegan." His smile was awkward. He probably should have mentioned it sooner, but he hadn't given Courtney a lot of information about her. It wasn't like Courtney was asking any questions about her either.

His mom forces a smile. "Oh, okay. That's fine." A lie. She had no goddamn idea what she was gonna feed this girl. She knew how to cook normal meat eating foods with normal cheese. She's never touched any type of meat substitute or attempted any vegan recipes. She thinks to herself for a second and decides she'll probably just make pasta or something. Pasta is vegan, right?"

"Yeah- sorry." He pulls his hand out from the water and lets it drip. "She took me to a vegan place once, it's not actually that bad if you try it." Courtney would have never guessed her son would eventually eat vegan. Him and his team always got burgers at the diner after their games and practice, the diner where he met Camille. He leans down and gives her a peck on the cheek. "I'll leave you alone. I'm gonna start cleaning."

His kiss gave her a small feeling of comfort. "Good boy." She pinches his cheek like she always liked to do then watches him leave.

She started washing her hair and body before the water got cold. She'd always prefer baths over showers. When Corey was younger she'd take baths with him all the time. Bath time when he was a baby was one of her favorite memories. Thinking back on memories of Corey as an infant or toddler made her feel a little weird now. Of course she remembered those moments fondly, but then she'd remember what she was now doing with her son. In the heat of the moment, the taboo adds fuel to their fire. Only afterwards did the guilt start to settle in. Courtney didn't like to think about it too much and whenever she did, she'd smoke. And she could really use a joint right about now.

Courtney exits the tub and lets it drain. She wraps her towel around her body and goes to her bedroom to get her phone and the tin box in her dresser drawer where she kept her weed, then comes back into the bathroom. She shuts and locks the door behind her and turns on the bathroom fan. She usually would smoke in her car but in rare circumstances, she'd lock herself in her bathroom and smoke out the window. After prying the window open and sparking her joint, she gets on her phone to look up potential recipes for tonight. But she sees she has some unread messages from Phillip.

'Morning! We made a mess in my car.' With the bar of soap emoji. 'Hope you don't have any regrets and block me later!' Followed by a heart.

She smiles to herself. He was cheesy but his jokes always got her. She begins texting him back. 'No regrets.' And a heart. 'Well, maybe one. I didn't get to go grocery shopping and now I need to make a vegan dinner.' The message is sent and she takes a long drag from her joint. The text changes from 'delivered' to 'read' in no time then the typing bubbles pop up.

Phillip sends two throwing up emojis and thumbs down her text. 'Thoughts and prayers!'

She laughs again then takes another hit. It made her happy that Phillip wasn't acting cold and distant with her after sleeping together. It's happened a few times with male friends. They'd get her comfortable around them, make her assume they're friends then they get what they want and eventually stop talking to her. This was the first time in a long time that she had an impulsive fling like that, if you're not counting her son.

Courtney looks down at her dripping body and blows her last puff out the window before putting the joint out in the ashtray she hid behind the plunger. She drops her towel then grabs her brush off the bathroom counter to brush her hair out. The mirror was fogged up so she wiped it down so she could see herself and look at her body. Her hands trace her figure and she turns to look at her ass. She noticed that men would go crazy for her ass while her tits came in second place. Courtney didn't like how far her breasts drooped down, but they were heavy. And had markings from two different men. Corey's bite marks seemed more faded now. Her nipples were still sore from Phillip attempting to nurse last night.

While still posing in the mirror, she takes photos of herself with her phone. She took a few mirror selfies in different poses then flips the camera around, taking faceless photos with her tits. She'd hold them and take front facing photos of her whole figure. After a couple more photos, she goes through them and deletes which ones she wasn't happy with. She didn't like her face in that one, her stomach looked too big in this one, and she hated how she looked in the other one. She'd taken about thirty photos and ended with only fifteen. The top three get sent to an unsuspecting Phillip, a daring move. But she learned that Phillip was the type to like assertiveness.

Again, her message is seen by Phillip almost immediately but the three bubbles didn't appear as fast as last time. Another moment passes, still no bubbles. Courtney frowns and feels her heart begin to slightly race. Was that too horny? Did she just fuck this up? What if he wasn't into it and now he's uncomfortable? That was dumb and she shouldn't have done that. Stupid fucking idiot. Her spiraling is interrupted by her phone buzzing.

A gif of an old cartoon wolf with bulging heart eyes and a stuck out erect tongue with the caption 'AWOOGA!'

'You're gonna get it the next time I get my hands on you.' With the smiling devil emoji.

Courtney sighs out in relief. She heart reacts to his message then begins to dry herself off. Next time, huh? So last night wasn't just a one time thing. That gave her something to look forward to at work on Monday.

It was almost one now and Camille was supposed to arrive around four or five. So it was time to start cleaning and getting ready to cook. Corey tidied up and vacuumed the living room and was currently sweeping the kitchen floor. The counters and stove were wiped down, the kitchen window was open to let the air in and he had even cleaned the glass. Courtney had never seen him clean the house like this, not even when she'd ask him to or when he had chores when he was younger. He seemed to really want to make a good impression on this girl, this was his first girlfriend afterall. And Courtney barely knew anything about her. But she figured now was a better time than ever to start asking.

Courtney had changed into an overall dress with a long sleeve top underneath and her still wet hair was done up in a messy bun. She found a vegan pasta recipe online that seemed simple enough to make with stuff she already had lying around. She begins setting out everything she needs on the counters and takes this moment to get to know about Camille.

"So, tell me about her. How long have you been seeing here? She still in school?" She puts the vegetables in the strainer to wash them in the sink.

Corey was expecting his mom to finally bring this up at some point. "Um, like four weeks?" He didn't seem certain. "But yeah, she's a senior at our rival school." He dumps the dustpan dirt into the trash. "She's... Sweet. She's a great listener and involved in the community. She volunteers a lot at the animal shelter and plays roller derby. I've been taking her to her games and I stay and watch. Her team is the psych ward sirens." He trails off from his info dumping to think back to the last game of hers he watched. Her team won by three points and it was really close.

His mom didn't expect him to be so passionate. He seemed genuinely interested in her and held her in high regard. And to top it off, it sounded like she was a good person. So she couldn't even find anything to criticize. And it bothered her that she was even searching for one. "She sounds nice..." That couldn't have come out more superficial. "Can I see a photo of her?"

He was happy to and pulled out his phone to show her his lockscreen. She was in her roller derby gear and had a bloody running nose that stained her teeth in her wide smile. Her hair was green and damp with sweat under a red helmet. She was sitting on the ground and looking up at Corey who was behind the phone taking the photo, and she looked happy. She was a curvy Latina with a bridge piercing. Courtney was getting a glimpse into what her son's type was and what he was attracted to, certainly not what she was expecting though. Camille was gorgeous even with a bloody and sweaty face.

"She's pretty." Courtney looks away from his phone to start cutting up the produce. "Seems sporty like you." She wondered what else they had in common.

Corey notices his mom's indifference and frowns, putting his phone away and sighs. "Hey, I know that this is... weird. But can you please at least try?" He walks from around the kitchen island and hugs her from behind, locking his arms around her hips and kissing her shoulder. "I really want you to like her." Courtney stops moving and feels him press against her backside. She rubs his arms and leans against him in return. He kisses on her neck. "You're still my momma..." He starts to pull up her dress while whispering against her skin. "You think I don't feel some type of way about Phil?" He says his name in a mocking tone and pulls her closer against him, his half massed dick pressing against her ass.

Courtney blushes but says nothing, only gasping when Corey starts to rub her through her panties. The kissing and nibbling her plants on her earlobe makes her shutter in his arms and her panties begin to grow damp against his fingers. Corey thrusts his hips forward to get a good feel of her ass on his erection. "I can fuck you better than him." He says as he pushes the cutting board out of the way and shoves his mom down on the counter in front of her. Courtney can't help the whining moan that escaped her. He grins, pulling her panties down then slapping her bent over ass. Corey drops his pants and whips out his dick. Just like their first time, there was no condom. He spreads her legs further apart and pulls lines himself up with her, then grabs her hips and yanks her backwards and thrusts himself inside of her in the same motion. She cries out and her knees buckle, only being kept up by the counter top.

He fucks her mercislessly like he only ever dreamed about. He wasn't holding back like the other times, wanting to show her what he could do to her. His hand reaches around to grab her jiggling tits and tugs hard at her nipple. Corey was abusing his mom's pussy like his own personal flesh light. He thrusted himself in deep and hard, plowing his dick in until he reached the end of her. The head of his dick nearly breaches her cervix and it was making her loins ache more than they already did. His balls were dripping with his mom's juices and slapping against her pink clit. "I love you so fucking much, momma." His words come out in a growl and he starts bucking his hips faster.

Her mind was being fucked empty of all thought, she couldn't muster out a word. Just drooling and letting whatever moans and cries leave out of her. Corey was giving it his all and working up a sweat but he wasn't growing tired. He was like a dog in heat. Dogs fucked their moms too, right?

Corey feels his mom's pussy wrap tighter around him which meant she was close. He slaps her ass again then grabs her by her hair to pull her up. "Cum for me, momma." He whispers and starts speeding up his humping. "Then I'm gonna cum in you." He wasn't asking, he was telling her. The grip on her hair tightens when Corey feels his own climax about to peak. Courtney was too desperately horny to think about any consequences.

She moans breathlessly and groans loudly. "Oh- FUCK! Please! Fill me, baby!" That's all it took for Corey to cum hard and the sensation of her son's hot cum shooting inside her made her release, their cum and sweat mixing together. Fuck another Plan B pill. He wanted his mom pregnant and made sure to stick his dick deep inside her so she got every last drop of his sperm. He pants then pulls out of her then and the sweat off his face. Courtney stays lying on the counter, still shaking. Some of their cum begins to leak out of her. He slaps her ass one last time then pulls her dress back down and helps her stand up straight.

"I'm gonna go shower again." He kisses her shoulder. "Camille will be here at four." He reminds her, then goes off to the bathroom. The shower began running by the time Courtney finally collects herself. She grabs a paper towel off the rack and uses it to clean up between her legs, tosses it out then fixes her hair back up. Her legs still felt like jelly but she had to get back to getting dinner ready. But at least now her mind was put more at ease. Corey may have had a girlfriend now, but she was his momma. His momma who he loved to fuck. And in her head, he really did fuck her better than Phil.

Four eventually comes around and dinner was ready. Courtney had made eggplant parmesan, just without the cheese because she didn't have vegan cheese. The table was set and both of them had freshened themselves up again. Courtney was in much better spirits now and actually excited to meet her now. Corey was filling the cups up with water when the doorbell rings, followed by a few light knocks. He quickly sets the pitcher and cup down and races to the front door, and straightens out his shirt and fluffs his hair before swinging it open.

Camille smiles wide and waves at him with both hands, one of which was carrying flowers. Like the picture she saw, Camille was much shorter than the two of them. Her body was curvy in the right places. She'd be a bit chubby if she weren't athletic but most of her weight was in her lower half. Her thighs, her hips and her ass were thick with both fat and muscle. Her curly hair was a freshly redyed neon green and was cut at neck length. She wore a short floral print dress that stopped above her bruised knees with classic converse hightops and a battered backpack riddled with custom pins slinged over her shoulder. The flowers she brought with her complimented the colors of the flowers on her black dress.

The two teens embrace each other then share a small kiss. Camille jumps excitedly. "I made it!! And I brought these! You like 'em?" She holds up the store bought bouquet. "Where's your mom??" Similar to Courtney, she asked a lot of questions at once.

Corey pats her shoulder to settle her down then closes the door. "She's waiting for you in the kitchen." He points and Camille zips off in that direction.

She takes a look around then the two women lock eyes. Camille squeals and runs at Courtney, flinging herself onto her in a tight hug. "I'M SO HAPPY TO MEET YOU!!!" Her voice was still squealing as she spoke and jumped up and down. Courtney was taken aback but she thought it was sweet. She wraps only one arm around her and pats her back. Camille peels herself off then hands over the flowers. "I got these for you! Corey said these were your favorite." He was right. She had gotten her a bouquet of peach reflex chrysanthemums, and she loved them.

"Oh, wow." Courtney smiles and gladly takes them. "These are gorgeous- and so are you!" She beams then pulls her back into a hug, again Camille squeezes her tight. Corey watched from afar and was glad things were starting off on a good foot. He knew the flowers would be a good move. "Thank you, love. I'm gonna go put these in water, make yourself at home." She notices the bag after saying that.

Corey comes up behind his girlfriend and kisses the top of her head. "I'll show you around." He takes her hand and brings her to the other side of the house. Courtney smells the flowers before grabbing a vase and filling it with water. She places the vase in the middle of the table and arranges the flowers inside to look nice. She decides to take a photo since the two still hadn't returned yet. She then could hear the teens talking down the hallway. They had just come out of Corey's room.