Stacy's Mom

Or,

Where Is My Mom

hey chad!

how are you?

heard you were back in town, wanted to say hi!

we're having a party at my place, want to come? ;)

sure

what time?

this saturday, show up whenever

looking forward to seeing you again!

so when is everyone else showing up?

dunno lol

just come over after lunch or something, dummy

my mom says hi

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Stacy's house was big and imposing, sitting on a hill that made it look like it was judging you on your way up the winding driveway. It was a worn white like the kind you would see on old colonial-era houses, and grew larger the closer you got to it. The first time I had been invited over to play I asked if she was a movie star. She giggled and punched my arm and told me to stop saying funny things.

I stopped in front of the three-car garage, feeling very out of place in my shitbox. Where was everyone else? I better not have been the only one invited. Stacy was crazy enough to do that, but there was other stuff that I had to do. Busy stuff that needed to be done back at my place, alone in my room.

Crunching up the gravel driveway, I was overcome with nostalgia craning my head back to look up at her house. I felt small, unwelcome. I dropped my head and powered up to the front door. I pressed the doorbell and deep inside the house came the low crash of a large bell. I shuddered involuntarily.

Before the ringing of the bell had faded, there was a solid click from the door and it was thrown open. In the doorway was Stacy, looking exactly the same as she did four years ago in high school, right down to the still slightly-too-big navy hoody and fitted khakis. Her glittering green eyes--the same as her mom's--peered out at me from a smiling gray-furred face framed by intentionally messy charcoal black hair that flowed down to the small of her back. The rest of her was characteristic feline anthro, sharp canines in a small pointed muzzle, gray fur, and a pair of pointed ears, the interior of which was an off-white. I blinked, not completely convinced that I hadn't traveled back in time and was eighteen again.

"Chad!" Stacy said, beaming from ear to ear, green eyes glittering. "Come on in, we're just getting started. So good to see you again!" She bounced through the doorway and wrapped her arms around me, nuzzling my neck.

"Hey," I said. "Not be weird or anything, but where is everyone else?" I returned the hug a moment later, brain still trying to work out how I had traveled back in time.

"Oh, you know how they are," Stacy said, waving a hand. "You tell them to be there at two and they show up at three."

"They?"

"Our friends from high school, dummy."

"Our?"

Stacy rolled her eyes. "Quit being my therapist, Chad." She took a step away, grabbed my hand and led me into the house. "Now come on, you have to say hello to my mom! She's been asking about you!"

I swallowed. My brain decided that this wasn't a case of freak time travel anymore and must be hell instead. What circle was this? I made a mental note to skim the CliffsNotes of Dante's Inferno when I got home.

Stacy led me through the hallways, gray tail flicking through the air behind her and padding along silently on bare feet. Being able to walk more than twice the length of my dad's house and still be walking threw me for a loop. It still boggled the mind, even now. I thought I had gotten used to it, but I guess a couple years away reset my expectations.

"Mom!" Stacy called out, one ear flicking back towards me. "Chad's here!" I couldn't help but notice the keg in a passing room, standing silver and tall in a tub of ice.

"Looks like you've got everything ready, huh?" I said, watching the keg slide out of sight. The ear facing me twitched. "Looks like it's going to be a real party."

"Of course it's going to be a real party," she said. "You only turn twenty-one once!" I shuddered, the memory of cheap vodka burning the back of my throat.

"Thank God it's only once." A flash of lying on cold tile, ceiling fan droning above me, bathed in the warm light of a single bare incandescent bulb. Every part of my body moved out of sync like several different people were stitched together and wanted to be in several different positions at once.

Stacy stopped, looked at me. Head cocked, she studied my face with those green eyes that looked exactly like her mother's. There was a hint of worry in those eyes that I couldn't help but compare to her mother's. That hint of worry was exactly the same as the one her mother had back when I tripped into their pool that summer before senior year.

"There you two are," came a voice from around the corner. Stacy's mom stepped out of what I assumed was the main kitchen, rubbing her hands together, a warm glow to her face and a suspiciously clean apron around her front.

My eyes traveled down her body and time lost all meaning. She was exactly how I remembered her, beaming smile and caring eyes and just the right amount of plump to her figure.

I forced a smile, pulling my eyes back up to her face.

"Chad, honey, so good to see you again!" She wiped her hands on the front of her apron and took a step forward. My heart fluttered. Stacy's hand currently wrapped around mine was stifling, and I wondered if she noticed the change. "How are you doing these days?"

"I'm doing fine, Ms. Hunt," I said, surprised at how even my voice sounded. "I just got back last weekend, it's been nice meeting up with the old gang." It had been nice, seeing everyone again. None of them had followed me to the specific out of state school I transferred to after picking up the easy credits at the local community college, so it was a real treat to see them in the flesh again. I hung out at Toby's for most of the week, Sam and Chris and even that freak Anon popped by from time to time.

"Oh, there's no need for that anymore. You can call me Jennifer--or Jenn, if you want." She smiled warmly at me. "Mrs. Hunt makes me feel like an old woman. And what are you studying?"

"I'm majoring in business." Doing poorly, but she didn't need to know that.

"What a smart young man you are," she said, tossing a knowing glance at Stacy. "You can do a lot with a business degree if you put your mind to it--I should know." I ignored the motion, focusing on the warm fluttery feeling her smiling at me did to my stomach. "And so_handsome_, too." The fluttering changed to a cold wave of shock that surged up my spine.

"Mom, please," Stacy said. "You're embarrassing me." She stepped around her mom, tugging my hand behind her. "C'mon Chad, I've got the snacks all set up in the living room."

I followed reluctantly, giving Jenn an apologetic smile. "Talk to you later, miss--Jenn." She narrowed her eyes in mock anger, then smiled.

"Don't be a stranger," she said, the smile morphing into a smirk. Stacy pulled me to the right and through a doorway. "Bye for now." She gave a short wave and turned, tail sweeping the air. I wanted to pull away from Stacy and chase after that disappearing tail, to catch up with Jenn and talk with her more. Stacy's hand tightened around mine and gave my arm a tug.

"Don't worry about her," Stacy said, stopping us in front of a black leather sofa in the center of a room nearly as large as the entirety of my dad's house. The white ceiling towered above me, still just as impressive as the first time. We sat down on the sofa, which in turn sat on a little island of dark gray carpet in the middle of a veritable sea of hardwood floor. The world's largest coffee table was in front of us, filled to overflowing with crackers and cheeses and little slices of cured meats. Vegetables and dip, little rolls with sausages, grapes and berries. It was a sight too dazzling to believe that there could be more food elsewhere, that people would be expected to eat more after sampling this bounty.

"So," Stacy said, leaning forward. "How has everything been? We haven't talked in like forever, you have to tell me everything."

"Well," I said, eyeing the crackers, thinking of Jenn's smile. "I've got one more year and then I'm finally free."

Stacy laughed. It sounded exactly like her mom. It made my stomach tingle. "I know, right?" she said. "I'm so ready to be done with all of this." She glanced around, ears folded back. "Do you have anything lined up?"

"Lined up?"

"Chad." She huffed and pouted, flicked her tail.

"Okay, okay," I said, raising my hand apologetically. "No, I don't." To be honest, I hadn't thought much farther than "get a job" or some variation thereof.

"Met anyone at school?"

I shot her a glance, brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she scoffed, prodding my arm with a fist but pointedly not looking anywhere near me.

"Not really. There's some drinking buddies I hang out with, but this past semester's been pretty brutal. Plus most of the girls in my department are bitches." The last sentence was more for my sake. Not that I was bitter or anything, it was just a drag when every single girl on campus was a stuck-up, conceited piece of--

"Bitch-bitch, or_bitch_-bitch?" Stacy looked so happy saying those words that it made me question my sanity.

"I guess some of them were dogs, now that you mention it."

"When will you learn that cats are the superior breed?" Stacy said, affecting an exaggerated preen.

"I'm here and not there."

"It's a start." Her shit-eating grin stretched wide across her face and I found myself smiling in kind.

We talked for a good while longer. We moved closer and closer on the couch until we were leaning on each other.

| / |

The party was in full swing. The rest of the guests had arrived and the house rumbled with chatter and fumbling bodies. As day turned into evening and evening into night, it became harder and harder to talk to Stacy without being interrupted. I ended up escaping to the theater room with a couple of friends that had been invited--Sam and Anon. Anon was queuing up weird YouTube videos on the projector, since he had immediately found the computer in the back and took to it like a fish to water.

On the screen, a pixelated SpongeBob stuttered and distorted, the sound a similar mess of chaos. Anon giggled to himself in the back of the room. I lost count of the videos we watched. At a certain point they all blended together and it was impossible to tell when one ended and one began. A particularly loud honk made me jump. Anon snorted. I glared back at him but he was transfixed by the computer's screen, face lit with a cool blue glow.

I looked over at Sam. He had a puzzled look on his face, as though he was actually trying to follow whatever was happening on screen. I silently wished him luck in his futile endeavor.

Sinking into the overstuffed recliner, I unfocused my eyes and the angry sounds of the video faded into pure noise. Even after snacking for the entire afternoon while talking with Stacy and the other guests that trickled into the house after me, I ate what felt like an entire pizza when dinner was called. That probably factored into me taking a break from the party. I shifted, my limbs feeling like they were weighted with cheese wheels.

In all honesty, I was ready to go home. The party quickly devolved into drunken sorority chaos around dinner, and only got worse from there. Jenn seemed to revel in it--I swore I saw her shotgunning beers at least once, and I had no doubt that she was drinking some poor sap under the table. I smiled to myself. Jenn. It felt wrong,naughty, even, to be calling her that. I liked it. It made me feel as though I had a chance.

The door next to Anon in the back opened with a soft click. I didn't bother to turn around. It was most likely some lost girl looking for the bathroom. They stumbled into my peripheral vision, lit up in blue from the playing video.

"There you are, Chad," Stacy said, tentatively taking a couple steps towards me, hands outstretched. Then she fell on top of me, giggling. "I've been looking all over for you," she said, voice low and slurred. "We're doing shots now, come on and have some with me!" Her tail stood erect, fur poofed out, glowing in the light from the projector.

"How many have you had already?" I asked, trying to push her back upright, not expecting an answer. I sat up and she slid into my lap.

"I'm fine," she whined, pouting. "I know when to stop,dad." I raised an eyebrow at her, then realized she probably couldn't see it and opened my mouth.

A muffled bang came from behind us. Stacy jumped in my lap and grabbed my shirt. I turned around. A large hyena anthro stood over Anon, hand placed against the wall right next to his head.

"So this is where you're been hiding, nerd?" the hyena said.

"Hi, H-Helga," Anon said, swallowing. Someone paused the video and the room was uncomfortably quiet.

"I'm bored," Helga said. I could hear the smile in her voice. "You're gonna help me with that." She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the chair with a single hand. She let go, steadying him with her other hand. She brushed the front of his button-down.

"Well, you can join us in our YouTube poop marathon."

She adjusted his collar with both hands, a sharp motion that shook Anon from side to side. "You're lucky nerds like you are my type." She traced the line of buttons down his shirt with a single claw and stopped at his belt. Her teeth glinted in the light of the projector. "I watched three hours of that shit on our first date. No, you're coming upstairs with me to have some_fun_." Her hand slipped lower and squeezed his crotch. Wrapping an arm around him, she marched him out of the room. He managed to twist his head around on the way out and mouth "help me." I shrugged at him.

I turned to Sam, only to find Stacy's big green eyes taking up most of my view. "Jesus!" I said, and pushed away from her.

"We should have some fun too," Stacy said.

"I'm not sure we should," I said. "Can you even stand?" I hooked my arms under hers and hauled the two of us to our feet. A flash of dizziness washed over me. "Damn," I muttered under my breath. How long had I been sitting down? Stacy leaned heavily on me, arms wrapped around my neck. She giggled again, and I wrinkled my nose at the smell of alcohol wafting from her mouth. How had I not smelled that before?

I fished my phone out of my pocket and pushed the display button. 2:33 a.m. displayed on the outside screen. I blinked at the time until the screen turned off. Guess I was sleeping over. I leaned around Stacy to look at Sam. He waved at me, shot a thumbs up, and winked.

"Don't mind me," Sam said. "I'm gonna crash down here. These chairs are pretty comfy."

"Come ooooon," Stacy said and tugged me forwards. I stumbled, the room tilting below me. Legs and arms outstretched, I managed to not fall over. I guess I also had a little bit too much to drink. The two of us shuffled over to the exit, leaning heavily on each other. The moment we stepped outside the sound of pulsating bass drilled through my head.

We walked down the hallway and up the stairs, down more hallways and up more stairs, dark red carpets over dark wood. People still went at it in several of the rooms, talking and cavorting as if it weren't past midnight. Stacy moaned and put a hand to her mouth.

"I feel sick," she said.

"Hold on," I said, tightening my grip on her. "We're almost to your room." Reaching back through my fuzzy mind, I was sure that she had a private bathroom. I would drop her off there and then go and find a place to crash. I wasn't sure where that would be, but I would figure it out. Stacy made a noise like someone punched her in the stomach. She was silent for another couple of steps and then she mewled.

I sped up as much as I dared. "Look, here's your room," I said, pushing open the door to what I hoped was her room. It was dark inside and I was unable to confirm that it was her room, but a nightlight behind another door in the room made me think I was right. Either right, or very lucky that we had stumbled into a different room that also had a private bath. I hurried across the room, sick cat in tow. Entering the bathroom, I felt around the wall for a light switch. With a click, the cold, artificial light of fluorescent tubes burned my eyes. Squinting, I moved Stacy over to the toilet and lowered her to the floor.

She shuddered, and I had the dim realization that she was crying. I sat down next to her. I rubbed her back with a hand, murmuring something that I thought was, "everything is going to be fine, you'll feel better in a bit," though I wasn't sure if the words actually made it out of my mouth.

We sat there on the cold tile with the extraction fan humming dully in the ceiling above. The sound was all-encompassing, time-distorting. There was nothing but the drone of the fan and Stacy moaning into the toilet.

There came a time when Stacy had stopped moaning and I wasn't sure if it had happened immediately or if it had been hours ago. "I'm tired," she said, the words dripping out of her mouth. I squinted, and put all my effort into figuring out the next step. First was drinking, second was bathroom, and the last was sleep. Check, check, not check. I blinked.

"Up you go," I said, though even I couldn't understand the sounds that came out of my mouth. Next the two of us were shuffling back into her room, being careful not to let the swaying of the room make us fall over. It was much too far a walk for our state and I had to drag Stacy most of the way across her room. The important part was that we made it in the end and I draped her over the bed, nearly falling on top of her while shrugging her arm over my head. She let out a sound that I assumed was something of a giggle. It sounded more like the wheezing of a broken chew-toy.

I pulled the covers over her clumsily, very aware of those vivid green eyes boring into my face. I stood up and moved to turn away, to hide my burning-red face. Would having a daughter be like that? I shuddered and banished the thought from my head. That was not a road I wanted to go down right now. Stacy slipped a hand out from under her cocoon and grabbed at mine, pulling my arm under her blanket.

"Dun go," Stacy mumbled, eyes watering. She gripped my hand tighter. I looked down at her, wondering if I should wait for her to fall asleep before trying to extricate myself or do it then. Her wet eyes made the decision for me.

"I won't."

I sat on the floor next to her bed, contorting my shoulder into a position I felt it had never been in. She whined and dug her pseudo-claws into my palm.

She mouthed something that I couldn't make out and squeezed her eyes shut. I reached up and patted her head with my free hand.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said. She cracked open her eyes, confusion peering out. I went to repeat myself but her face fell and the words died in my throat. I couldn't help but think that it was my fault that she looked so sad, even if I had no idea what made her feel that way.

"Thank you," she said at length, the words strangely lucid. "You're the only person that's actually nice to me."

She snuggled deeper into her pillow and shut her eyes. Her hand tightened around mine. I squeezed back reassuringly. It was the least that I could do, considering how heavy that last sentence had been. It didn't quite square with me, but I was loathe to consider her a liar.

I watched the faint motion of her chest, a calm infusing every fiber of my being. A pain tugged at my heart, something that I had never felt before. It was a sort of longing--but not the kind I felt with Jenn. There wasn't any lust coloring my view, fogging my mind. I placed my head against the bed and listened to her breathe.

I awoke to a squeezing headache and a painfully full bladder. The bathroom light was still on, throwing a strip of pure white across the room. The fan whirred away, louder than it had any right to be so early in the morning. I twisted around, back crying out in pain. I was still sitting on the floor next to Stacy's bed. She still had my arm in a death grip. I shifted again and my shoulder popped. I sat there, butt sore, back aching, bladder bursting, unsure if I could get out of the bear-trap that was Stacy's grip without waking her.

Before I could make a plan, the sound of muffled footsteps came from down the hallway. I held my breath as they approached, unsure of who it would be and how bad getting caught could be. Not that I was doing anything bad, or appeared to be doing anything bad.

The footsteps stopped in front of the doorway to Stacy's room. The floor creaked and the door swung smoothly into the room. My heart pounded in my chest, a painful throbbing that I could feel through my entire body.Please let it be anyone other than Stacy's mom, I thought. In a last bid for escape I screwed my eyes shut and let my head hang to the side in the hopes of appearing asleep.

A dull red light swept through my eyelids and I strained my ears for any kind of reaction, anything that would discern who was standing there in the doorway to Stacy's room. Whoever it was, they padded into the room and closed the door behind them, cutting off the light from the hallway. They crept across the room, keeping far from the bed, and shut the bathroom light off with a click.

With the hum of the fan gone, the room became very quiet. Stacy murmured and shifted under the covers. The floor creaked under the visitor's weight and the footsteps retraced their path out of the room. The dull red glow of the light from the hallway blinked out for a moment, then returned. I thought I could chance a peek to see if they were gone.

They were not. It was Stacy's mom.

I suppressed a flinch and snapped my eyes shut. I prayed to whoever was listening to have her leave. I sat there for long enough I seriously considered what to do if my bladder exploded, surreptitiously inching my way to a less-painful position. I was in the middle of moving a leg when Stacy's mom took a step back into the room. I froze, goosebumps prickling my forearms. At that moment, completely terrified and falling into a panic, I knew that I was done for.

She walked over to the bed, the floor creaking louder and louder until it felt like gongs were being struck next to my head. I held my breath, convinced that she had seen me moving and was going to pull me out of the room and toss me out of the house. Looking back, it was a silly thing to think, but at the time it made sense.

She stopped right next to me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I clenched my jaw so hard I could hear a ringing in my ears. Through that I heard a soft kiss. Stacy mumbled something, drawing my captive arm closer to her chest. Stacy's mom took a step back, patted the top of my head, and walked out of the room.

It took me an uncountable number of heart-beats to understand that I had escaped. For the moment, anyway. No telling what tomorrow would be like, and a shooting pain through my lower abdomen reminded me of the fact I still had to go to the bathroom. Badly.

Even so I didn't dare move for another couple of minutes. What felt like minutes, anyway. I didn't hear the door shut and there was always the possibility that either Stacy's mom would come back or someone else would drop in. But now that there was nothing to distract me from the unholy pain that was an overfull bladder, I was struggling to stay still. Any longer and I would piss my pants--that was something I didn't want to try explaining in the morning.

I sucked in a breath and opened my eyes. She was still there, staring at Stacy and I. Her ears flicked forwards.

"Chad?" Jenn asked, face obscured by shadow. The gig was up.

"I really need to go to the bathroom," I said weakly, offering a sheepish smile. She continued staring and my smile shrunk. I wasn't sure what she was thinking. Different ideas popped into my head, all worse than the last. She would think that I was an idiot for getting myself into this position. She would think that I was retarded, sitting on the floor next to her daughter's bed, or worse, some kind of loser virgin that refused to get in bed with her.

"Oh," Jenn said. She didn't move. I tugged my captured arm. "Oh!" She frantically glanced around the room, then made a beeline for the other side of the room. There was a rustling and she returned a moment later with a stuffed animal clenched between her hands. Her eyes were wide and her ears pinned back against her head. "Here," she said, reached down and gently tugged at Stacy's arms, sliding the stuffed animal in between them. She worked at freeing my arm, biting her lower lip in the gloom. My eyes strayed from her face to her loose-fitting shirt, under which her breasts swung gently. She didn't have a bra on. Neither, did it seem, was she wearing anything else under that shirt. My pants grew tight and my face red.

"There," Jenn said. I covered the growing bulge in my pants while I carefully stretched my now-freed arm. A little sore, but otherwise no worse for the wear.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking a moment to ready myself for standing up. My boner refused to go away, staying semi-engorged despite me trying to kill it with thoughts of baseball. Heaving myself up, I stumbled and found myself being supported by Jenn. I nodded in appreciation, though I wasn't sure if she saw it or not. I entered the bathroom, not caring to turn on the light. Didn't want to risk waking Stacy up, after all. I went to unzip my pants and found myself still being supported by Jenn. "Uh," I said, tugging my arm off her shoulder. She didn't let go of my hand and I found myself in a weird sort of side-hug in front of the toilet. "I'm good, thanks."

"You don't look like you can stand right now," Jenn said under her breath, as if trying out the argument to see if it made sense out loud. My head throbbed and the room tilted violently.

"I'll just sit down," I said. The dim light of the nightlight was just enough for me to see her bite her lip. I tugged at my hand again. This time she let go. I messed with my pants with fumbling fingers and shoved them down awkwardly, spinning around and planting my ass on the toilet. Jenn stared down at me. I stared up at her. "Do you mind?" She was still biting her lip. Her hands pulled at the hem of her shirt and I could see the two bulges of her erect nipples. "You can have a look after I'm done." The words came spilling out and her ears stood straight up, then dropped to point at the floor. She spun around, tail wrapped around a leg.

The piss was overly long. It was one where more comes out of you than you think possible, so much that your entire body relaxes as though a weight was released from your back. I nearly forgot that she was in the room with me, seemingly horny and interested. For what reason I didn't know, but I wasn't going to stick my nose in it. It was late and I was tired and sore and I just wanted to get some actual sleep in a bed. This definitely wasn't the kind of sexual encounter I was expecting with anyone, let alone Stacy's mom.

"You've known Stacy a long time," Jenn said. "She talks about you a lot." My eyes snapped to the back of her head.

"Yeah?" I said, shooting a glance back into Stacy's room. She hadn't moved.

"Why were you sitting on the floor next to her bed?" Jenn shifted, her tail unwrapping from her leg. Unease made my stomach churn.

"She grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go."

She hummed, tail rising. "The sight of you two made me feel very jealous. Isn't it a bit odd, for me to be jealous? Aren't I supposed to feel bad about feeling jealous of my own daughter and her boyfriend? Because I don't." I wanted to correct her but there was an edge to her voice that stopped me. Her tail lifted higher, the end flapping around. It pulled the back of her shirt up. She was definitely not wearing anything under that shirt.

"Her father," Jenn said, the word grinding out of her mouth, "ran away when he found out Stacy was coming. My parents wanted me to keep her anyway." She wrapped her arms around herself. "That was the end of my life." She shuddered. "I finished high school and eventually went off to college, but it was over." I swallowed, only moving my eyes to check on Stacy. The emptiness I felt from the piss was taken up by nausea. "Do you think that's fair, Chad? I've tried to give her everything that I never had, but I..." Her shoulders slumped. "I want to ask you something, Chad." She spun around and leaned over me, eyes wide and glistening with tears. Her breathing was heavy and the smell of alcohol from her was strong.

"What?" I asked, searching those sad eyes.

"Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded, though I was sure nothing good would come of it.

"Good," she said, and reached out to flush the toilet. "Close your eyes and pretend I'm Stacy." She leaned in, head turned, and kissed me. It was messy and warm, and it took her nibbling on my lower lip for me to respond in kind. It was wonderful and intimate and arousing and everything that I thought making out with Stacy's mom would be. Maybe more. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue, but I could also taste_her_, a flavor that I could never explain or write down.

She ran a hand through my hair, cupped my face and rubbed a thumb on my cheek. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down and onto my lap. Her breasts squished against my chest, nipples hard enough to be felt through both of our shirts. A fiery warmth pressed up against the underside of my cock and she moaned into my mouth.

We separated. My face burned and my penis throbbed, harder than I could ever remember it being. The head shone in the dim light, skin stretched thin.

"You're quite eager," Jenn said, rocking her hips, "I guess there_was_ something to all that staring you did at me." She raised up and slipped a hand down her front to lift her shirt out of the way and cup her groin. "Let's skip to the part where we fuck." A zing of electricity shot through my body at the word. She spread herself open with index and middle finger and gently lowered herself back down.

I shuddered, pleasure making my body ring like a bell. Her pussy was the best thing I had ever experienced. Nothing else could compare. She gazed into my eyes and we were as one. I could feel every shift of her body, every motion. My cock throbbed with need.

Then she started rocking her hips. I dropped my hands to her rear, cupping those wonderful cheeks and digging my fingers into her warm fur. There was something wonderfully primal about it, squeezing her flesh and feeling the response of her internal muscles. I needed more.

I pulled her down, burying myself in the throbbing warmth as deeply as possible. The two of us moaned, nearly synchronized. Jenn leaned in for another kiss, this one even more sloppy than the last. She licked my lips and explored the depths of my mouth. It was only now that I realized her tongue had a subtle coarseness to it, one that she put to good use. It sent shivers down my spine and was almost enough to distract me from her raising up.

The bathroom air might as well have been from the arctic for how cold it felt against the newly exposed skin of my penis. Worse than the physical sensation was the mental one of loss. We were splitting apart and my dumb reptile brain screamed in anger. Then she broke our kiss.

"Tell me you love me," she said breathlessly and gathered my head up into her bosom. She set to it with a fast pace, sliding up and down my shaft. Trapped against her shirt I could only breathe deeply, assaulted by the raw pleasure and the overwhelming scent of her. There was the acidic burn of sweat, overlaid by a sweet musk and spices I assumed were from her cooking earlier.

She paused, changed her angle, and started again. The faint sound of flesh slapping filled the room. Every time she hilted she gave a sharp intake of breath. I groaned, struggling to calm the growing fire in my groin. I was approaching the edge fast, too fast for my liking. I tried to say something but couldn't summon the words.

Jenn came to a shuddering halt, slapping one more time against my lap. The toilet seat creaked. She pulled me away from her chest, away from her soft breasts. Her breathing was fast and deep, her eyes wide and pupils completely round, massive circles of black in the gloom. Scrabbling at her shirt, she all but ripped it off.

"Do you like my fat breasts?" she said, squishing her boobs together with her arms. "You stared at them the most." She massaged her breasts, lust burning in her eyes. "Tell me you love them," she whispered.

I reached up and took them into my hands. I hefted them, marveled at their weight, and watched Jenn close her eyes in bliss. The fur covering those orbs was short and fine, soft as down. It thinned out just before the wide disks of her areolas, nearly as wide as my hand. Her nipples angrily stood proud in the centers, the third of a length and the thickness of a double-A battery. I tweaked them between thumb and index finger.

She whined and slipped her hands down to play with herself. "Harder," she murmured. I obeyed. I smooshed her breasts together and bore down on her nipples. She arched her back, spasms shooting through her pussy. I bit my lip and focused on the soft breasts in my hands. Leaning in, I planted my mouth on the right nipple and started sucking. I didn't expect any milk, but I wasn't going to say no to suckling at the teat. I swirled my tongue around the fleshy nub and bathed in the low moaning coming from Jenn. Nibbling brought out little gasps that I absolutely adored.

Meanwhile, she was going to town with her hands. I could hear the rubbing of skin, on top of being able to feel her ministrations. I concentrated on the task at hand and tried my best to push the sensations of her pussy squeezing my cock out of my mind. Biting the nipple harder, I tweaked its twin at the same time. Jenn locked into an arched pose, both hands pressing down on her clit and a sharp whine escaping her lips.

Several moments went by, during which I started to believe that I broke her. Then her tail lashed once, twice, and she slumped against me. She began to vibrate, and it took me another couple of seconds to realize she was purring. Lazily nuzzling the side of my face, she wrapped her arms once again around my shoulders.

Frozen for a moment, I went back to massaging her breasts with both hands, since her right tit had been abruptly removed from my mouth.

"You like my tits, don't you?" she said, voice low and trembling. "You like how big they are." With what looked like a monumental effort, she pulled herself away from my face. "You were never really here for Stacy, weren't you? You came because Stacy's mom was hot and you wanted to fuck her." She punctuated the question with a bounce of her hips that left me gasping. I thought I had it under control but I was sorely mistaken. "Are you going to cum?" she whispered into my ear. I nodded, unable to muster the willpower to speak.

Jenn searched my eyes. I wasn't sure if she was looking for some emotion other than lust or if she was just satisfying her ego at the sight of a horny young man trapped under her powers of seduction. Whatever she found cowed her--her body deflating ever so slightly and a hint of sadness entering those glistening eyes. Those eyes darted halfway to the bathroom doorway before it appeared she thought better of it and returned to settle on mine again.

"I want you to cum inside," she said. "Let an old, sad woman feel young again for a moment. Feel wanted again." Slowly lifting herself up, she never broke eye contact. "Promise me one thing." She stopped with only the very tip of my cock still inside her. Shifting her hands to tightly grasp my shoulders, I shuddered at the prickling of her pseudo-claws. "Make my daughter happy."

I nodded and mumbled, "of course." I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful and funny and not old at all but she slammed herself down and ground our crotches together with a force that made me worry that the toilet would break. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my cock, reinvigorating my wilting penis and making me melt away. I met her with little thrusts of my own, falling back into the haze of arousal. Everything felt soft and far away. Everything was slightly out of focus, everything but her eyes. Still trained on mine, we communicated through them emotions, sensations, and above all the desire to be not alone.

Then I fell over the peak. I moaned and my hands slipped down her body to paw at her hips, to beg her to stop moving. She didn't and the sensation against my crown was nearly too much to bear, my groin clenching to the point of cramping. Pain lanced through those muscles as they convulsed and I swore I could feel my load roll in spurts down my dick. She shook as well, her interior walls caressing my shaft with the gentle touch of a lover. At that point in time we were truly one. Nothing else mattered but the physical connection between us and the emotional high of an orgasm. Bliss.

Time passed. I became more aware of the outside world by the second, as much as I wished the moment to last forever. Somehow, we had kept our gazes locked together during the whole event. I found myself watching her come back to reality, knowing that I too had that same glazed look and blank face. I was happy and sad and every other emotion at once, all while wondering what would happen next.

It would take a bit for us to bear separating, but it would have to happen. I couldn't image how terrible it would be if Stacy were to find us like this. I broke eye contact and looked into her room. She was still sleeping. A sadness welled up in my chest and pulled at my heart. My stomach churned. I felt sick, disgusted with myself. How many years had I known Stacy? How many times had I strung her along to get that next peep at her mom?

Now here I was, completely buried in her mom in her private bathroom. I turned back to Jenn and took one last shameless look at what could have been. What could be, I realized, following the curves of her body. Give Stacy another couple of years and she'll probably look exactly like her mom. The faint whisper of a twitch ran through my cock. I winced and turned away. Stacy deserved better than that.

"Thank you," Jenn said, removing herself from my lap. She leaned over and planted a dainty kiss on my forehead. Pulling a towel from somewhere, she wiped me down, then wrapped it around her waist. Hauling myself to my numb feet, I fumbled with my pants and underwear. I forced my legs to cooperate, and for the most part they did, though I nearly fell over a couple of times. Jenn steadied me with a hand each time.

I faced the door. Fear welled up, replacing the disgust. I stood there, frozen, feeling painfully coming back to my legs. I shifted my weight back and forth, waiting for the not-pain to subside.

"Don't break that promise, Chad," Jenn said, placing a hand on the small of my back and gently pushing me into the room. I desperately searched for an excuse to sleep somewhere else. I needed some time to decompress but she was steering me towards the bed and I knew nothing would work.

The next thing I knew I was laying on the bed next to Stacy. She was still facing the edge of the bed facing the doorway out into the hall, wrapped in the entire comforter like a burrito. Jenn lovingly unwrapped her daughter. She drew the comforter over the two of us. I felt gross and slimy, feeling as though my groin was still covered in the fluids from earlier. I wanted to take a shower but there was no time for that. I dreaded waking up in the morning, smelling disgusting and undoubtedly like Jenn, next to Stacy in her own bed. It would not be a good look.

I was already falling asleep by the time Jenn leaned over and kissed Stacy on the head. With only a moment's hesitation, she did the same for me.

"Remember," Jenn whispered into my ear. She tousled my hair and walked out of the room.

The last thing I remembered was the backlit silhouette of Jenn, watching from the doorway.

| / |

The next morning came slowly. I was warm and comfortable, wrapped in the softest blanket I had ever felt. Someone was hugging me tightly, their face nestled in the crook of my neck. I never wanted to move ever again.

My eyelids came apart like a pair of sticky doors and the blurry gray blob of a room slowly came into focus. It took me a moment to recognize the pale pink walls and the white bookshelf. This was Stacy's room. I was in her bed. Last night I had sex with her mom and then she put me in Stacy's bed.

I guess that meant that it was over between Jenn and I. I lay there, staring at the pink wall, wrapped in Stacy's arms, and I found myself content with that fact. She groaned and dug her cheek further into my collar. At that moment it was hard to feel bad about the situation. There was only lust for Jenn. Stacy was a friend--more than a friend.

What I really wanted was a mom, and I could still get that. I raised a hand to brush Stacy's hair away from her face. She groaned again, face screwing up. This could still work, I told myself. This could still work.

"Five more minutes, mom" Stacy mumbled. Her breath smelled like death and I held back a cough as best I could. She breathed deeply and sighed. "Five more minutes." She squeezed me tighter and I let out a small gasp. Her ears flicking forwards, she kneaded her fingers into my back as though she was trying to figure out what she was touching.

Her eyes popped open, pupils constricting to thin slits.

"Hi," I said.

"Did we--"

"No," I said. "You wouldn't let go of my arm, and I wanted to go to sleep, so here I am." She was crestfallen, though I didn't believe she meant to show that. It quickly changed to panic, eyes wide and fur standing on end.

"Bathroom," she said, barely getting the word out before she flew out of bed. The door clicked shut before the thrown sheets could settle themselves on me like a warm hug. They smelled like her and I clumsily wrapped my arms around them. I hoped that Jenn had cleaned up properly in there.

The door opened and I jolted awake. Stacy moaned and held her head. "It didn't hit me until just now, but I feel like total garbage," she said quietly. I didn't feel much better.

"Let's get some food in you," I said. "Some water too."

"I don't think I could eat anything right now."

With great anguish I pulled the sheets back and slid out of the warm bed. I walked over and put an arm around her shoulders. Being careful to speak quietly, I said, "let's go get something to eat," and pulled her forwards.

Several careful minutes of walking one step at a time later, we arrived at the kitchen. Or one of them, at any rate. I wasn't picky. If there was food, it was good.

I opened the cabinets one by one. Stacy stood watch behind me, eyes screwed shut. I pulled a couple of wine glasses out of one cabinet and placed them on the island behind me. The next couple of cabinets were full of more spices and baking goods than I knew existed. There were several jars that looked like someone took a piece of art and hid it away in the cabinet to steal later.

"Good morning, sleepyheads," a voice way too chipper for the morning said.

"Mom, please," Stacy said, pulling her ears down by the tips. "I have a killer headache and you're not making it better."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of hangovers, honey." Jenn sauntered over to the island and picked up the two wine glasses, filling them from the tap. She looked a little frazzled, hair and fur ever so slightly out of line, but otherwise appeared well-rested and awake. A little too well-rested for my liking. I had a sinking feeling that I was the cause of her apparent good night's sleep. She handed Stacy a glass, who wasted no time draining the entire lot in one pull.

I accepted the other glass from Jenn. Our fingers touched for the briefest moment and we shared a look. Her eyes had cooled since the previous night, but there was still love glistening deep in those orbs. This was more of a motherly love, but I found it took my breath away all the same.

Stacy leaned over to refill her glass. I glanced over at the movement and the moment was lost. She grunted, stomach folded over the edge of the island counter-top, having to reach from the long end. I chuckled and took the glass from her straining hand, replacing it with my own. She proceeded to drain that one without even bothering to stand back up, still hunched over the island. I went about filling the glass to take a sip myself. If I hadn't been thirsty before, watching Stacy guzzle that water would certainly have made me so. She sighed, set the glass down with a clink, and pressed her face into the cold granite counter-top.

"Wanna go back to bed," she mumbled.

"There, there," Jenn said, reaching over to rub Stacy's back. "Everything's going to be fine." Stacy moaned in protest and weakly tried to bat away the arm.

"Everything's terrible and I want to die."

"Don't be such a big baby." Jenn shot me a brief look that I couldn't decipher. "Take over for me, Chad, I'll start breakfast." She turned around and went over to rummage in the fridge, humming tunelessly.

"Mom!" Stacy popped up to stare incredulously at the back of her mom, then winced from the motion.

"Don't you `mom' me," Jenn said without turning around. "I happen to know he's great at hugging, and you look like you need a hug right now." My mouth tightened, all those times I hugged Jenn inserting themselves into my mind. Mostly from when I was younger, knowingly using my shorter statue to push my face into her chest. I shuddered, every image I pushed away surfacing another.

I looked down to see Stacy glancing questioningly up at me, head cocked. "Uh," I said. I raised a hand cautiously. Her eyes flicked to it and I froze. She turned away, ears flattened. I wracked my brain for a way to get out of this terribly embarrassing situation, but I couldn't come up with anything that didn't involve me shouting "bathroom" and sprinting out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you today?" Stacy said into the granite top. "Why are you so horny?"

"Am I not allowed to be horny? I had a good night last night."

"Ugh, no! You're my mom. It's weird."

At that point I had focused all my attention on the toaster buried next to the refrigerator. It was shiny and the most expensive toaster I had ever seen in my life. Unfortunately, even the art deco chrome striping was not enough to stop my brain from processing the conversation between Stacy and Jenn.

"We are all sexual beings, honey."

"Oh my God. This can't be happening." Stacy pulled at my arm in a way that vividly reminded me of last night. "Chad, tell me this isn't happening right now." I made the mistake of glancing down at her and caught the full force of her pleading eyes. I became intimately aware of the sweat beading under my armpits and could not for the life of me put anything close to a sentence together in my head. I shrugged. She tightened her grip on my arm.

"Chad is very good at telling you what you want to hear," Jenn said, dropping a couple slices of bacon into a pan. The kitchen was filled with the sound of sizzling and crackling grease. I shot the back of her head a glare, unease turning my stomach. She wouldn't let the events of last night slip, would she?

"Don't talk to me about relationship advice," Stacy said. I winced involuntarily. Jenn froze for a second, then continued rummaging through the cabinets.

"Relationship advice?" she said. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You do this every time a boy comes over. I'm tired of it. I can handle it myself." I assumed the last sentence sounded less petulant in her head. I eyed the door. Running out of the room under the pretense of using the bathroom was getting more and more attractive. Jenn busied herself with the skillet, pushing around the cooking food with a spatula. The only sound in the room was the scraping and tossing of bacon. Stacy refused to let go of my arm, the dull points of her filed pseudo-claws digging into the skin of my arm.

I knew that I should have piped up at that point, said something to deflate the tension. But there was nothing for me to say. I could only pat Stacy's clenched hands with my free arm.

Jenn flipped the bacon onto a plate with a couple slices of toast. She brought the whole thing over to the table and set the steaming pile down with a clunk. "Bon app'{e}tit," she said, and retreated back to the stovetop. The freshly cooked bacon is perhaps the best thing I've ever smelled, at least at the time. Salty and savory and just the right side of crispy. I set my cup down on the table and reached out for a piece in a trance.

Somehow, it tasted better than it smelled. The first bite all but melted in my mouth. The rest vanished quickly, Stacy picking at the strips as well.

I felt better. I hoped Stacy did as well, though she still hadn't let go of my arm.

Jenn finished up frying a couple more pieces of bread, adding a couple eggs for good measure. She turned around and saw me still standing. "Let the poor boy sit down," she said, staring pointedly at her daughter. "Honestly, and you think you have the nerve to tell me about relationship advice. I'd tell you two to get a room but you already had one."

Stacy glared at her mother and tightened her grip.

"I'll give you one last tip," Jenn said, leaning on the kitchen island and smirking. "He'll be the perfect size for you." Jealousy darkened that smirk for a split second and I wondered if Stacy caught that momentary flash.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Stacy said accusingly, eyes wide. I couldn't see it under the fur but I was sure she was blushing. I know I was, head turned away from the two to hide my glowing face.

"Ask him to show it to you. I'm sure he'll be happy to."

"You always do this and I hate it."

"Do what?" Jenn's tone cooled and gained a thin edge of ice.

"Try to mess--"

"Can I get some more water, please?" I said, thrusting my cup in the direction of Jenn. She stared at me, nonplussed. The tension fled the room and I breathed a sigh of relief when she took my glass and turned around.

She handed me the glass and the two stayed quiet until they were done eating.

Unable to extricate myself from Stacy, I led her out of the room. Her mom watched us leave, silent, face inscrutable. Tugging Stacy along, I walked the various hallways until we reached the front door. I was half convinced I was dreaming. Pushing open the heavy door, the crisp spring air curled around my legs and arms. The harsh sunlight burnt my eyes and I squinted. Stacy let out a groan and buried her face in my neck.

We stood like that for some time. I didn't want to move, to step through the door, as that would mark the end of the moment. The end of a part of me, that silly little boy that lusted after his friend's mom.

But he was already gone, wasn't he?

"You'll be back, right?" Stacy said, as though she could sense the turmoil inside my head.

"I will," I promised. I looked down at her, and she looked back up at me, with those eyes so like her mother's. I shifted, pulled back slightly, and kissed her. It was the opposite of last night with her mom, awkwardness fading into a tender warmth.

We separated, and she gave my arm one last squeeze before releasing me. "Are you busy next week?" I said. "Wanna get lunch or something?"

"That would be nice," she said, intently studying the wood grain under her feet.

"Send me a message." With that I stepped through the door and into the morning sun. It washed over me like a warm shower, nearly matching the warmth deep inside my chest. This was the start of something special. How disappointed my younger self would be if he knew this was the way it would all turn out.

I stopped at my car and waved at Stacy, who had stepped out onto the porch. She waved back.

But I wasn't disappointed.