Tales From Pine Valley

I am The Author. I am called from the abyss to deliver a tale from Pine Valley. Bittersweet beginnings must always come to an emotional ending. Despite our kicking and screaming, all must eventually come to an end. Let us not lament on what once was, but instead celebrate all that we've enjoyed in our journeys.

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Why were these walls so damn thin? Was it too much to ask to have some privacy in your own home? Living conditions like this were always a recipe for disaster: the slightest bump in the night robbing you of your sleep, trips to the porcelain throne being much more intimate than necessary, nosy neighbors waiting for the hottest gossip. Whoever was responsible for this, Alicia hoped they burned in Hell. As she stood before a snickering Judy sweating bullets with her heart in her throat, she began to envy that lucky bastard. At least in Hell, they wouldn't have to suffer divulging their deepest, darkest secret to the biggest gossip in Pine Valley. It was dumb of Alicia to think any gift from Judy wouldn't come with a price. Seriously, what kind of psycho would put a camera in a throw pillow?

To say she was nervous would be a gross understatement, Alicia was an absolute wreck. The overwhelming anxiety was so intense she thought she'd vomit and being hungover definitely didn't help matters. Though it wasn't the uncertainty that ate at her the most but instead the unyielding rage boiling her blood. A sickening chill ran up her spine as Alicia watched that conniving bitch feast her eyes on the incriminating video for what seemed like the hundredth time. To think that this heifer got a sick kick out of invading her privacy, it made her skin crawl. It took considerable will power from Alicia not to throttle this sick freak but the fact she was already facing enough trouble kept her from following through with the enticing idea. Judy hadn't said much since she asked to step inside, only firing off crude commentary once her "favorite" parts of the video came along. Just when Alicia thought she couldn't hate her anymore.

"I've gotta say, you're really photogenic," mused Judy as she admired the "show" on her phone, "Have you ever considered doing porn? You're a natural."

Alicia was going to kill this bitch, "What do you want Judy?"

Judy waved off her question, shushing her as she beamed at the screen, "Hold on, I love this bit." Alicia could feel her cheeks flush as she heard her wanton cries followed by a shrill shriek of "peaches" to her son. As much as she wanted to wring the weirdo's neck, the ever persistent fear festering inside held Alicia in place. She dreaded to think of the possible ways Judy planned to use this damning evidence against them. This could land her in jail, ruin her boy's promising future, the end of their lives as they knew it. The mortified mother was on pins and needles, anxiously awaiting answers.

"I can call the cops," Alicia challenged, grasping at any form of leverage, "There's no way this shit's legal."

Judy shrugged, a smug simper across her lips, "Sure, but then this video gets taken in as evidence. Who knows who'd see it then." Biting back a string of swears, Alicia conceded to her neighbor. She couldn't risk anybody outside of these walls seeing that video. Her hand nearly recoiled once Judy grabbed it, "Don't worry babe, we can keep this between us... for a favor of course."

Alicia sighed solemnly, "That being?"

"I want what you're having" Judy bit her lip as she eyed her phone, a sultry moan humming in her chest, "Y'know I've been wanting a piece of darling Drew..." Alicia allowed the comment to slide despite every fiber of her being telling her to pummel the woman before her into paste. Judy gave her irate neighbor a coy wink, "You just send that beast from last night my way and I get rid of this."

She absolutely hated the idea, just the thought of this skank having her way with poor Drew almost made her retch. Alicia's mind raced a million miles a minute in the search of an alternative solution, she just needed time. "I... have to check in with him about this," replied the desperate mother, "he might not be ok with this."

Judy leaned in close, her voice an excited whisper, "So who is he? Anyone I know? Where were you hiding that hunk o' man meat?" Knitting her brow in confusion, Alicia stared blankly as she took in the question. Did she not know? Taking yet another peek at the damn sex tape, Judy could hardly sit still, "I mean just look at him go, so eager to please. You can't keep something this good to yourself." Daring a glance at the screen, Alicia was surprised to find that the feed didn't provide a good shot of Drew's face. From the angle of the camera, it seemed to always be obscured by her body.

A delighted giggle slipped from her before she could catch it not that she cared, Alicia was ecstatic. Feigning reluctance, the not-so-single mother threw up her hands in defeat, "Fine, you win." Biting back a chuckle, Alicia continued with her solemn performance, "It's Teddy."

"The maintenance man," Judy nearly erupted from her seat as a stunned expression contorted her features. Alicia hoped that blasted camera was recording because this reaction was priceless. Teddy was a nice enough guy, a bit awkward but good at his job. He, like many others last night, had quite the time ogling her the entire party. She didn't find any harm in throwing him a bone for his hard work; he gets laid, Judy gets off her back, it's a win-win.

"He's very discreet, just ask for his 'Deluxe Special'," said Alicia, lowering her voice to a hush, "emphasis of the 'D'."

The pair of neighbors shared a laugh, both phoney imitations of friendliness used as a means to an end. "I underestimated you Alicia," mused Judy, "And here I thought the only man in your life was Drew."

"Mama needs love too," replied Alicia, straining to maintain her insincere smile, "She also needs you to delete that footage."

Judy clicked her tongue, "But it's so nice. You're sure you don't wanna post-"

"I'm sure," Alicia deadpanned, her facade faltering.

"Such a shame," Judy sighed, deleting the titillating clip as promised, "but a deal's a deal." With that, she started towards the door with Alicia following close behind wanting nothing more than this no good tramp out of her house. "Pleasure doing business," sneered Judy as she finally walked out the door.

"Yeah, whatever," muttered Alicia, shoving the throw pillow into Judy's arms before shutting the door.

Finding more support in the door than her weakening legs, Alicia slumped against it. The room seemed to spin around her, whether it was from due to her drunken night or her whirlwind of a morning she wasn't quite sure. Her hands were trembling; perhaps due to nerves, could even be rage though it didn't really matter. They had gotten careless. Had it not been for a stroke of dumb luck, their abhorrent affair would have been exposed. Just the thought brought with it a shudder that wracked her body. So why did she have this giddy feeling, this rush surging through her veins? Shaky giggles unconsciously slipped through her lips as Alicia inched toward the couch, allowing her to discover the wetness trailing down her thighs.

Had she put on underwear they'd be absolutely ruined, she was so soaked she could drown someone. She would probably have to reflect on how she got a kick out of nearly ruining her livelihood but she was too riled up to care. That was a problem for another day, right now she just hoped Drew had enough energy to go a round or 2. Alicia gasped loudly as reality hit like a freight train, "Oh shit, Drew!" Throughout this morning's clusterfuck, poor Drew had been stuck holed up in his room. In the midst of the ordeal, she was so focused on keeping Judy away from him that his dilemma slipped her mind. Moving as fast as her spaghetti legs could carry her, Alicia scurried to Drew's room to nearly break down the door.

Upon looking in, the not-so-single mother lamented her alarm as she discovered Drew sprawled onto his bed in a deep sleep. Here she was fighting to preserve their way of life and he was drooling on his pillow. She couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the morning as she roused Drew from his slumber with a caress to his cheek. "Nnh... n'more Ma...," Drew groaned as he rolled over, "...peaches..."

A shiver snaked through the sleeping youth's rugged form as Alicia teased the back of his neck with feathery kisses. Meticulously manicured nails raking down his toned stomach finally ripped Drew from his dreams, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull when slender fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxers. "I've barely even started," she whispered, her voice raspy from the night before yet still as alluring, "and you're already calling it quits?" Alicia nearly melted when she met her son's tranquil smile, finding it impossible not to take his lips in a sensual kiss. While a pleasant idea in theory, Alicia soon discovered the contrary as she broke the kiss with a playful grimace, "Ugh, maybe we should wait until you've gotten rid of that morning breath."

"You're one to talk," chuckled Drew as he rolled out of bed, "You taste like you bathe in booze." Alicia gasped and smacked him in the chest, earning another round of laughter from her younger lover. There was nothing on Earth that warmed her quite like the sound of Drew's laugh, an infectious melody she now found irresistibly sexy thanks to the baritone she had admittedly ignored before their relationship changed. She loved it almost as much as him and with the morning she had, she needed both before she went mad.

In hopes of eliciting more from her son, Alicia mirthfully recounted her run-in with their nosy neighbor. What she got wasn't what she was expecting, quite the contrary actually. With each passing moment, she watched the teen's face fall, the corners of his mouth dropping as she finished her story. By the end of her tale, Drew's laughter had died down to give way to a deafening silence. The expression he wore was blank, his eyes trained on his mother but he seemed to be looking through her. It wasn't until she tried teasing him again with her nails that she noticed that Drew was shaking like a leaf.

"Can you believe it," said Alicia through a forced smile, praying that her unease was unfounded as her hand ventured south, "She's lucky I didn't call the cops."

Blood ran cold in her veins when Drew's hand stopped hers from slipping any further. She met his gaze, immediately noticing the fear in his eyes as he stammered out a response, "She... s-saw us?"

Burying the unshakable sense of dread overcoming her, Alicia hastily brushed off the subject, "Well, she definitely saw me but couldn't quite make you out. Don't worry, it-"

"There aren't more cameras right," Drew interrupted, jumping to his feet to grab his clothes, "Is she watching right now?"

Alicia stood to wrap her arms around her son in a bid to calm him down, despite having as much of a struggle keeping herself from panicking in the meantime. Drew was clearly shaken, all he needed was time to process everything. She took his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her comforting eyes, "I took care of it, we're fine. Here, lemme help you relax." Their lips meeting drew a mewl from Alicia as it looked like she'd finally scratch that itch but this was quickly ripped from her as Drew reeled back.

It nearly killed her when she saw the trepidation that marred his previously brilliant features, his torn expression spelling disaster for what was to come. Drew pulling away from her embrace was what broke her, Alicia's hands grasping at air as he put distance between them. "W-We could've been exposed, just inches away f-from prison," he raved in a harsh whisper, stumbling over his words as he wrestled his shoes on, "and THAT'S where your head's at!?"

"...Drew," it was all Alicia could muster, she was at a loss for words. Her son didn't even bother to waste words on her as he stormed out of the room, the sound of the front door slamming the only peep he made in his exit. The thundering of her heart was the only thing that cut through the silence she was wallowing in, wondering how it all went wrong. Anxious and alone, Alicia fought a losing battle in keeping herself from panicking yet again. Surely he hadn't abandoned her, he just needed time to think things over. Nevertheless, that doubt still lingered, chipping away at her resolve moment by moment.

He couldn't call it quits, not now. For once in her life she felt desired, cherished, loved. Truly happy. If only that damned Judy kept her nose out of their business! There was nothing Alicia wanted more than to tear her living room asunder in rage but thought better of it once she remembered all the hours at work she slaved to get all of her stuff. The distraught mother settled for dropping to her knees, biting back sobs as she desperately sought out a solution. She knew it would have to end eventually, but she thought it would be when he was much older. It was wishful thinking, she knew, but Alicia held out hope that Drew would be in it for the long haul. She couldn't imagine her life without him.

And there it was, like a lightbulb Alicia lit up with realization. She didn't have to, all she had to do was show Drew his life without her. There was the chance that this could drive him further away, not that she could let such thoughts stop her. Whatever choice he made, she would accept but she'd be damned if she didn't plead her case. Alicia, with renewed vigor, sprang to her feet to prepare for her son. After a shower of course. While he might not be able to live without her, he could definitely do without her smelling like a brewery. Throughout the day, Alicia scrambled around the apartment in a bid to enact her plan, patiently waiting for Drew to come back home.

It was nearly dark before he came shuffling through the front door, his head hanging down with his gaze trained on the floor. While confliction contorted his features, his face immediately lit up once the smell from the kitchen wafted over to him. Drew hadn't even sniffed a morsel of food since yesterday, so he let his stomach lead him further into the apartment. "Ma...," Drew began, still not quite sure what to say after the disaster of a morning, "I-I wann-" Words lost all meaning the moment he caught sight of Alicia, his vixen of a mother dancing absentmindedly to her music in shorts that seemed to be painted onto her. They rode up absurdly high on her round rump that jiggled as she bounced on her heels to the tempo. In complete contrast, her loose tank top hung loosely over her plump-wait a minute, that was his!

Drew's mouth began to water although he wasn't quite sure if it was because of the food anymore. Alicia beamed when she met his stunned gaze, rushing from the stove to embrace her son. Pressing her soft form against his, she had to hide her grin as she felt him stifle a groan. "Right on time," she mused, taking time to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, "Food's almost done, go ahead and hop in the shower." Drew stood speechless, watching Alicia's alluring ass the whole way as strolled back to the stove. The ebony enchantress frowned playfully when she noticed he hadn't moved an inch, "Shower. You. Now." Taking his hand, she marched him to the bathroom. She made a show of turning on the water, bending at the waist as she checked the tap's temperature giving Drew an eyeful. The roar of the shower tore him from his trance, though the pat to his butt from his mother threw him for a loop, "Get your ass in the tub."

The warm water did nothing to relieve Drew of his tension, he still dreaded stepping back into the hallway. Steeling his nerves, he wrapped a towel around himself and pressed past the point of no return. He started toward his room but was yanked towards the living room, nearly losing his towel as Alicia guided him to the couch, "H-Hold on... Ma..."

"About time you got out," she huffed, plopping down next to him with a plate of her famous stew, "You almost let it get cold." He tried to respond but when she brought a spoon up to his lips, he couldn't resist the call of his hunger and took the offering with gusto. What was he going to say? Eh, it didn't matter, not when this stew was screaming his name. "My poor baby, out there walking around on an empty stomach," Alicia frowned as she fed Drew, "Ugh, I was worried sick. Don't ever do that again." Setting down the plate, she pulled the unsuspecting Drew into a tight embrace, making sure to force his face into her cleavage. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, her voice barely over a whisper, "You're the only family I have... you're my best friend... the love of my life..."

Drew stiffened at her words, his rush of blood causing his face to become warm as he met her gaze. It was different from the flirty mirth she had sported since he came back, she looked back at him with an almost somber acceptance. Despite having a mouthful already, he once again tried to speak, "Ma-"

"I've been a little... mental, I know," she continued, cutting him off, "I'm sorry. I haven't felt this way about anyone in such a long time." Alicia found comfort in running her fingers through the wet mess that was his hair, she would need it to get through this. "How you feel matters way more to me," she said, hoping he didn't hear the uncertainty in her voice, "And if this is the end... then so be it." Drew's eyes grew to the size of saucers, was she ending their affair? Did she think he wanted to as well? Forgetting about the food in his mouth, he rushed to say something. Drew's gasps for air as he choked on the food drew one from Alicia.

Jumping to her feet, she rushed to the kitchen. Soon after, she came back with a glass and brought it up to his lips. Drew desperately drank from the cup, relief washing over him as the lump in his throat was dislodged. "T-Thanks," he breathlessly muttered, his chest still heaving as he collected himself. Finding his resolve, Drew addressed the elephant in the room, "Ma, about our arrangement-"

"Whatever you say, I'm fine with it," Alicia interjected, her beaming smile a weak attempt at masking her dread, "I just thought I'd... I dunno... remind you of what we had." A fierce blush tinted her cheeks, making her tawny skin flush pink as she realized how silly she sounded. Averting her gaze, Alicia turned away from her son to place the glass on the coffee table. While this spared her the embarrassment of facing Drew, it also put him in prime position to get a front row seat to her bodacious behind. The tiny spandex shorts already did very little to contain her ridiculous rump but Alicia bending at the waist pushed the clothing to its limits. He was sure she was still talking to him but her words fell on deaf ears, Drew's only focus being the imprint of her mound pressing against the thin fabric as it disappeared between her cheeks. "Just remember, I don't regret what we did and I never will," she continued, not noticing Drew discarding his towel, "but no matter what you choose, I'll always love yo-"

Her words became a surprised yelp as a strong push forced her to lean against the coffee table. Alicia went to speak but was quickly silenced by the all too familiar feeling of Drew's rugged fingers pressing against her covered slit. Her mind was akin to a whirlwind as he pulled the soaked crotch of her shorts aside, only to spiral even more once his warm, wet tongue lapped at her oozing opening. Drew devoured his mother with fervor, savoring her far more than the stew or any meal for that matter. His older lover had to brace herself against the glass table, whimpering the only thing she could do as he drove his face into her ass. Alicia groaned through gritted teeth, hopefully it was enough to stifle her reaction to Drew dipping his dutiful digits into her yearning hole. Plump lips coaxing her clit from its hood drove Alicia to clench the edges of the table desperately, the fear of shattering the glass with her grip in the back of her mind.