Thorn Ch. 05

Author's note :

Thank you all for the kind comments and words of support! I know I have a lot to learn still as this is my first story but I want you to know I really appreciate any commentary, good or bad. I have a lot planned for this series already, including some more humiliation content, and I do plan to get inspired by your wishes and suggestions in the comments and add them to the story in ways that make sense.

Thank you again!

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Saturday, November 5th, 2022

I was woken up by the light of dawn and the insisting singing of chickadees outside the window.

What hit me first was the warmth. An arm was draped over me, hand laying on my hip possessively, protectively.

"James?" I mumbled distractedly.

The only answer was soft snoring.

The man I was laying against had dark body hair. That wasn't James.

Oh. Oh God... oh, my...

No. This wasn't possible. I couldn't have...

The screams came back to mind. I had called him baby. I had called Aaron Adamik baby while I let him... do that to me.

And oh, boy had it been good...

I looked at his face. He looked different in sleep. Peaceful, almost innocent. His mouth was slightly opened as he snored quietly.

Eric is going to murder you when he finds out. No, worse. He's going to kill himself. That what you wanted? What a good fucking mother you are.

Eric could never find out about this. That was the one thing that was for sure. I couldn't undo what had happened. God... I wasn't sure I would even do anything different if I could go back in time.

On a certain level, this felt like betraying James. Spitting on his grave, dishonoring his memory by sleeping with a man half my age.

But God it had been good...

I let my gaze drop down to Aaron's crotch, a foot or two in front of me. His penis lay dormant, much less impressive than when it was erect.

He really needs to shave down there, I mused. Something else I'd help him with, that and decorating his apartment.

Wait. You're not gonna help him do shit. You're never gonna see this man again!

But was that true? I couldn't deny it; the mere thought of leaving and never getting the feeling I had gotten last night again... it was haunting. Heartbreaking.

Was that the price of feeling alive again? To be some high school boy's illicit lover, hiding my relationship from my son and friends?

Aaron shifted next to me. His grip on my hip tightened, and he groaned softly.

I couldn't deny it any longer. It felt good, being in his arms. It felt safe. I belonged there.

Remembering last night had made me flustered again, and my core started getting wet once more. Titillated by the view of his manhood laying right there, bare, I slowly extricated myself from his arm.

I brought my body forward and let my head rest right between his thighs : the core of his manhood. He smelled musky, like salt and sweat andman. My favorite smell.

That was inside of me last night.

Feeling like a slut, I licked a stripe from his balls to his shaft. The salty taste burst in my mouth, and I almost moaned. Aaron moved again, but didn't quite wake up yet.

His cock twitched, and almost immediately started thickening.

His gradual erection was fascinating to watch. His cock doubled, maybe tripled in size as it grew, proud and thick. It was... fuck, was it as thick as my wrist? How had that fit inside me?!

That is the cock of your son's bully, guilt spoke inside me.

Unfortunately, all the words did was make me wetter. Because my son's bully had one enormous, magnificent penis.

I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted, needed to hear him groan like last night.

In a way, this was a decision I was making. I was surrendering to the pleasure and abandoning any form of rational thought and honor.

My tongue traced the rim of his glans.

Thatseemed to wake him up proper.

"Hngh... Holly?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

I answered by drooling on his cock, making it nice and wet and slick for my mouth.

I took the thick helmet in and started sucking in earnest, bobbing my head up and down, teasing salty precum out of the slit of his cock with my tongue.

"Hols... fuck... so good..." he groaned.

I let his dick slip out of my mouth with a loud pop.

"Good morning," I told him. A grin spread on his face, and he spread his thighs open, giving me more space to work.

He stroked my hair while I got back to work. As hard as I tried, I could only take about a third of him in my mouth before gagging.

"Don't hurt yourself," he grunted. "Not for me."

I worked with what I could. I used a hand to stroke the base of his penis, barely able to wrap my fingers around the shaft, and used my other hand to massage his balls.

"Fuck... it's so good... suck that cock..."

I got off him again, giving kisses to the head of his member. "It's so big..." I mumbled before taking it back in again.

I went as deep as I could and stayed there, trying to jerk him off with my throat. His thighs tensed and he went non-verbal, grunting out moans of approval.

"I'm gonna... fuck, you're too good, I'm gonna cum already..."

He gently took himself out of my mouth and stroked himself quickly, the wet sound of his hand on his saliva-streaked length filling the room.

"Close your eyes," he warned, balls tightening.

I did, and nothing could have prepared me for how much semen the boy had stored. It shot out in ropes, painting my face in thick, creamy stripes. He groaned loudly throughout his orgasm, a sound that made my pussy flutter. The briny smell hit me immediately as his seed soiled my cheeks, my nose. One rope shot straight into my mouth, and the taste exploded on my tongue. I was tasting the maleness of my son's bully.

I swallowed intently as he finished decorating me in his semen.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You look... amazing. Covered in me."

Animated by nothing more than pure lust, I dragged my thumb through his mess and licked it.

"You're... fucking perfect," Aaron said.

I couldn't believe what the fuck I was doing. Who had I become? Someone completely driven by her hunger for men? Devoid of any rationality?

Did Eric deserve a mother like that?

My thoughts were interrupted by a phone vibrating on the nightstand. Aaron bent over to check it out, his obliques flexing.

"Someone's calling you," he said.

He tossed me my phone.

Eric wants to video call you.

I stayed frozen for a second. I never, ever refused a video call from my son. Even if I was at work. If I didn't answer, he would know something was up.

"Shit," I snarled. "Give me my shirt."

He raised his brows, "You're really gonna answer with your face full of my nut?"

"Give me my shirt!"

He retrieved my shirt from the floor of his bedroom and handed it to me. I wiped my face as best I could with the fabric, not thinking about the potential consequences, then pulled it on.

I brushed my hair for a few seconds, then put on my best smile and pressed to accept the video call.

Eric looked confused. He was wearing his pajama shirt, an old elementary school sports shirt.

"Mom? Where are you? You didn't come home last night."

"I'm at Angela's. We had a few drinks last night and I decided to sleep over."

"Drinking again, mom? Are you secretly an alcoholic?"

I sighed, frustrated. "I told you, Eric. I'm a grown woman, and I know what I'm doing. I am not an alcoholic."

"Right. Uh, what's on your face?"

I froze, suddenly terrified as I realized my son was seeing the semen of his tormentor on my face.

I quickly came up with an excuse, "That's probably toothpaste, honey." I wiped it off with my finger and sucked on it.

"Ew," he said, his face scrunching.

"What? It's minty," I lied. It was lukewarm, salty and acid. I saw Aaron smirking like an idiot in the corner of my field of vision, and flipped him off discreetly.

In response, he crawled up to my thighs and split them open.

I couldn't speak without alerting Eric, so I tried to push him off me, but as soon as his lips touched my folds, I relented.

Aaron, the stupid, reckless, terribly handsome young man, started eating me out while I was on video call with my son.

He was... gosh, he was distractingly good.

"Well, are you coming home soon?" Eric said.

"Yes, honey," I almost moaned while Aaron's tongue circled my clit. I grabbed at his hair with my free hand, and he seemed to like it.

"Well, I've got to go," I told Eric. "Take care, sweetheart, I'll see you soon."

"Yeah. See you, mom."

I hung up and finally allowed myself to moan.

My phone tumbled down to the floor.

"Aaron..."

"Mmph?" he mumbled, looking up at me, eyes wide. He had the most beautiful irises I'd ever seen, circling dark pupils wide with lust.

"You're a little bastard," I sighed. He chuckled inside my pussy and kept on licking, kissing and sucking.

"Ohhhh," I moaned. "It's so good... so good..."

He grunted as he ate me out passionately, like he couldn't get enough of me. The tide rose quickly, and soon enough, I was pulling on his hair to try and keep myself from cumming. He teased me, slowing it down, and I could feel his smirk against my heat.

"You're gonna rip off my scalp," he said.

"You'd deserve it," I breathed.

He teased me, spreading kisses along my inner thigh.

"You taste like heaven," he breathed.

He inserted a finger, then two, and my back arched off his bed for the hundredth time now.

He started curling his fingers, angling them perfectly, and rubbed.

"Oh! OH! OH, MY GOD!" I screamed out.

The pleasure flashed white in my eyes when I came. I squeezed his head between my thighs as I convulsed in pure bliss.

"Ohhhohohoh," I whined.

"There she goes," Aaron said, in a satisfied tone.

He got up off of me, and let me catch my breath. I was still seeing stars a minute later.

My mind woke up suddenly. I was laying on my back, on Aaron Adamik's bed. The boy who had given my sweet son a black eye. The taste of his maleness still flooded my mouth.

I got up suddenly, panicked.

"Where... where..."

"Hey, Holly. Hey, hey, hey, it's okay-"

"Where are my clothes?! I need to... oh, God, I need to go..."

"Holly, Hols, wait, you're safe, don't-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. "Oh God, oh God, I... I betrayed Eric, I betrayed James... how could..."

I was starting to hyperventilate, tears streaming out of my eyes. I dropped down from the bed, trying to see through my tears and find my bra, panties, cardigan and pants.

I was picked up off the floor by Aaron. I tried to fight him off, but he held me tight in his arms. He set us both down on the bed, me on his lap.

"It's okay," he whispered. "It's okay."

I started sobbing. My body was shaking with the weight of the guilt and the shame crashing down onto me all at once.

"I'm the worst mother of all time," I hiccuped through my sobs.

"That's not true," Aaron said softly. His voice was a rumble that vibrated through my body.

"You're a fucking asshole," I said unconvincingly. "You manipulated me into having sex with you."

That wasn't true, of course. He had made sure that I was thinking straight, that I knew what I was getting myself into.

"I am," he breathed. "I did. But you are amazing. You are incredible."

"Stop," I cried. "I'm a whore."

He held me tighter. "No. Don't say that. Please, don't say that. You just needed someone to hold you. You're so lonely. You were so lonely."

"Why did it have to be you?!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He rocked me gently and I nuzzled against his warm, hard chest.

I stayed like that for a while, gradually calming down.

Once my eyes were dry, I took a deep breath. Musky aromas wafted from his armpits.

"You need to put on some deodorant," I mumbled against his skin.

"I will. Can I let you go?"

"No. I wanna stay like this."

"Okay."

The warmth of his body was more efficient at calming me down than my sleeping pills were. I grasped one of his biceps with my hand.

"How did you get this strong?" I breathed.

"I told you last night. I work hard for everything I have."

"Hmm."

He flexed it for me, making me giggle.

I gradually unwrapped myself from him.

"It's true. What I said. I never should have done this, sleeping with you."

"I know. But I'm happy you did."

"Of course you are. I'm just one more conquest for you."

"Hey, that's not true. You know that's not true. Come on, Holly."

I sighed. "Let me just get dressed."

"Yeah. Me too."

Aaron got up and walked out of the room. I sneaked a look at his bare glutes and the red marks my nails had left on his shoulders as he exited.

Sighing, I put on my panties and pants. My hips were aching from him pumping his pelvis into mine, and my pussy was still throbbing from the cunnilingus he had given me.

I still couldn't quite believe what had happened. Aaron Adamik had fucked me like an animal, and it had been the best sex of my life.

And now I was supposed to just go back to my normal life, work at my normal job and smile to my son's face.

I sat back on the bed and noticed that the sheets were still damp from last night's activities. I got up started undoing the bed, preparing for it to be washed.

Aaron walked in, still shirtless, wearing a new pair of sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"The bed is disgusting. I'm gonna put the bedding in the wash."

He took a step closer. "I can do it. You don't need to trouble yourself."

"I know. It's okay."

He walked up to me and took me in his arms again. "You're too sweet."

I hugged him back, sighing. I ran my hands along the scratches I had made on his back.

"I'm sorry about your shoulders," I told him. "I... couldn't really help it."

He smiled. "It just means I did my job really well. I'll wear those scars with pride."

He moved his face closer to mine.

"Can I... kiss you?"

I nodded slowly, and he put his lips on mine, softly.

To me, that was a goodbye. It was the last time we'd see each other, after all.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and he placed his hands on my hips as he kissed me.

"I should stop," he breathed, "before I get hard again."

I chuckled. "Getting hard just from kissing me, huh?"

"I can't help it. You're gorgeous."

I smiled and extricated myself from his embrace. The embrace was what I would miss the most.

"I should go," I said.

"Yeah. Okay. Can we see each other again, soon?"

I winced. I had hoped he wouldn't ask the question.

"Aaron... what we did last night, it was... very good, but very wrong. You hurt my son, and you're half my age. If anyone knew what we did... it would ruin me. Do you understand?"

His expression tightened. "Last night, you went on and on about how lonely-"

"Let me finish. I'm... I can admit I like you, now. I like you a lot more than a woman my age should. And I think there's sweetness inside you. But I am Eric's mother. I have to prioritize him. And that means not sleeping with his bully."

He tightened his jaw.

"No. I'm sorry, but I can't let this happen," Aaron said.

I sighed. I wished he wouldn't make this more difficult than it had to be.

"Aaron, you know I can't see you again, and you know why. Let's make this easier for both of us, okay?"

"You don't have to do this," he argued. "I'm good for you, and you're good for me. I stopped touching Eric because of you. You... you're everything I want in a woman. We don't have to date. Just let me see you again. At least, give me your number."

I sighed.

"Please, Holly. Just so I can talk to you."

He's a kid, Holly! He's used to getting everything he wants, all the time! Show him that you're stronger than that! You're a mother, for God's sake!

Well, standing over me shirtless, he looked more like a man than a kid to me.

"Okay. Okay."

You are so weak!

I put my hand out and he gave me his phone, unlocked. I entered his contacts app and added my number and name.

"But we are not sleeping together again, okay?" I told him. "So you can keep...that... to yourself."

I jokingly tapped his groin, and found him hard. My cheeks flushed deeply.

"Aaron!"

"I can't help it! You're inches away from me and-"

I started walking to leave.

"Text me," he called out.

At least, this time, he didn't stop me.

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During the drive back home, I turned the radio all the way down. I needed to be alone with the weight of my thoughts. With the weight of what I had done.

I couldn'tlieto myself. It had been amazing. I had never felt so appreciated, so held, so understood. Not since James.

On a base level, it had been physically amazing as well. I wasn't even sure if James had ever been so...

No. I wouldn't gothere. I wouldn't betray his memory by comparing him to a high-schooler.

Still... yeah. Aaron clearly knew what to do with a woman.

Part of me also hesitated to call him an asshole. During our discussion, before he had offered me his bed, he'd been gentle, understanding, funny. How was I supposed to reconcile this with the guy who had told me Eric "deserved" to get bullied, in other words?

His words floated back to me. "He's a loser, Holly. He doesn't work, he doesn't do anything."

But then... then he had said he wanted to see Eric's art.

He was a living contradiction. Could I trust him?

Gosh, I had screamed his name so loud my voice was still raw...

The memory of it sent shivers down my spine. The way he'd given me orgasm after orgasm...

I quickly found myself wet again.

Focus, Holly!

Oh, God, I want him to take me again...

Alright. There was no use denying it : I would probably sleep with Aaron Adamik again.

No, what? What was I thinking?! He was... he was a teenager!

The constant hesitation between desire and responsability was starting to feel like psychological torture. If it kept going, I might be having a meltdown soon. It couldn't be an impulsive decision, either. I had to really think about the consequences of my choice.

My Eric, my poor son who had never gotten over his father's death. Who had to deal with Aaron pushing him around, insulting him. Punching him in the face. How would he react if he knew the things I had done to his bully, willingly?

I knew what the answer was. Eric would never speak to me again. He'd pack his things and leave me alone with my shame and my grief forever.

Was a relationship with Aaron worth it if I had to keep it hidden from everyone? God knew that it was what I wanted, though.

I parked the car in the driveway of the house and took a deep breath.

I had to choose Eric. I would choose my son over feeling free and feeling loved, because that was what mothers did.

Walking in, I immediately noticed the dirty plates stacked on the kitchen counter.

"Eric," I said. "I'm home."

"Okay!" I heard him call out from the living room.

Taking off my boots, I walked to see him. He was laying on the couch, on his phone, his sketchbook on the floor next to him. I could see a drawing on it, depicting some dragon or similar monster.

"Did you eat, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Just some leftover pasta."

"Could you please put your plate in the dishwasher next time?" I asked.

He sighed. "Sure."

He hadn't lifted his eyes from his phone to look at me once. His moodiness didn't really have an excuse anymore, not now that Aaron wasn't bullying him anymore. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and went back in the kitchen to rinse my adult son's dishes for him before placing them in the dishwasher.

Opening the fridge, I realized with another deep sigh that I had to go grocery shopping. What was I going to cook tonight...

I hatedhavingto cook every single day.