Chapter 4

I shake my head as I continue to laugh softly. “I see how it is.”

I turn towards the hall with a little trepidation and start to walk towards the only room I’ve ever been barred entry. Ma had made it clear no one was allowed in under any circumstances and it’s strange she would be waiting in there. Whatever she got me, surely she could bring it out.

Sweat has left an unpleasant scent on my clothes as the cool air keeps any further beads from pressing through. Ma never seemed to mind the odor as much as mom does, but that doesn’t mean I like the idea of going in smelling like this. The more I try to ignore the scent flowing off my body, the more it seems to permeate everything.

I stop before the familiar door and rap my knuckles lightly. Marius wouldn’t lie to me about something like this, but it’s still a strange thing to be standing here. Movement can be heard from the other side and recognize the sound of pressure being released on a mattress.

Mom’s voice calls out just loud enough for me to hear. “Come in, Aaron.”

A part of me kind of expects this whole thing to be a joke, and it wasn’t going to be her at all, but I can’t deny it’s her voice. My fingers have a slight tremble as I test the knob to find her door unlocked. My fingers grip it a little tighter due to the cold metal slipping back and see a little more determination this time. I’m breathing a little rapidly as I open her door with a little difficulty due to the amount of times I’ve been told not to do exactly what I’m doing now.

The white door opens to show her standing before him wearing a tight robe, or at least something I think is a robe. It’s white and almost transparent as her mocha flesh teases the clouds. Hard nipples press through the material and can’t pull my eyes away from just how amazing they look. They appear black against the sea of white and brown, which is just how I fantasized about them so many times.

I shouldn’t be staring like this, but just can’t stop himself. The robe she’s wearing reveals more of her mocha flesh than I’ve ever seen before and I find myself lost in the flesh between the opening of the robe. Her tits press together to form a wonderful line of darkness, and I need to do something that doesn’t involve staring at her body.

She moves closer to me and for a moment I remember I’m standing in the hall of Marius’ house and he’s very much aware that I’m here. I back up to collect my senses, but feel the cold wall press into my back, which prevents me from going anywhere. Her eyes glance at the building bulge of my dick pressing painfully against my underwear, and I’m vaguely aware of a wet spot slowly spreading through my jeans.

The scent of flowers fills the air and I wish the scents drifting off me were a little more pleasant. Beads of sweat pressed through as her eyes move up to his face and watch as she creeps ever closer. There’s an internal battle raging within me as I fight to look away, since this isn’t just some girl. This is the mother of my best and only friend in the world and he could catch us at any moment.