Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“You think this is fucking funny? I bet you were whacking off because your dark haired slut isn’t around.” She looked over at the lap top and I I held back a sigh of relief that the screen was dark.

“In fact, I bet if I look at what you were whacking off to, it’s some porn star with long black hair.” she nodded, “Oh, and brown eyes, don’t think I forgot about you asking if I’d wear color contacts for you.”

“That was just um, part of the game.” I gave her a nervous smile. “Hey, I’ll be someone for you, who do you want me to be?”

“My fucking boyfriend, the one you used to be before you became a two timing dog.”

“Amy, there’s…”

“So let’s see if I’m right.”

“Amy don’t!” I exclaimed as she reached for the desk.

Amy grabbed the mouse and shook it and I swallowed hard, a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“I knew it!” she declared, “Look at her, long black hair, big brown eyes… oh, and look big tits, your girlfriend have big tits, Ryan? Mine too small for you?”

“You’re perfect Amy.”

“I’m the perfect opposite of what you like! I…” she paused, “What the hell?”

I reached for the mouse to shut the video off, but moved it away from me as she read aloud.

“Mommy loves me best.”

“It’s just make believe.” I said quickly, “Actors, I… I didn’t even know what the site was I just clicked on the picture.

“Mommy? That’s fucking sick.” She shook her head, “Accident? Let’s see.”

Amy clicked on recent history and I knew I was in deep shit.

“Mommy sucks, Loving mothers, Mom’s loving their sons.” Amy read the list and each name caused my stomach to twist.

She faced me with a look of disgust on her face that made me slink down into the chair as if I could somehow hide from her.

“You…” she stopped and turning around picked up the picture of my graduation picture.

“Oh… my … God.” she whispered. “The wig… the websites, that woman looks like…,” she pointed at the picture frozen on the lap top. “You want to fuck your mother!”

“No!” I put my hands up, “Amy it’s just, um, look they’re fantasy sites and lots of people watch them! It’s like any other fantasy.”

“Bullshit! A threesome is an okay fantasy, bondage is a fantasy, wanting to fuck your own mother? Jesus Christ, Ryan, you’re sick!”

She dropped the picture and backed away from me, a look of disgust on her face.

“Please, Amy, it’s just… okay, look it’s kind of hot, like that old movie Taboo. A lot of people like this stuff.

“Like it enough to make their girlfriend look like their mother? The last time we role played and I wore that wig you had me pretend to be a lot older than you.”

“Sure, a Milf.”

“Your milf!” she shouted, “Disgusting, Ryan, you’re disgusting! This isn’t just something you watch, you’re obsessed with it!”

“All those sites are up and down your history you watch them all the time.” She threw her hands in the air, “Every time I’m not home you’re whacking off to guys fucking someone that’s acting like their mom! You get hard over that and not me!”

“Amy…”

“Shut up!” She yelled, stunning me with her anger, “Just shut up! You fucking sick pig! What kind of boy wants to fuck his mother?”

“Shh!” I sat up, “Renee…”

“Oh, well if it’s so normal why would you care if she hears us? So what do you do Ryan, visit your mother and sit there with a hard on? You stare at her and think about banging her? You…”

She stopped and her eyes widened

“What?” I asked nervously.

“The last time I went with you to visit her, we spent the night. You fucked me so hard I was sore the next day. You were hot from seeing her! You fucked me thinking of her.”

“That’s…” Exactly true, but I lied anyway. “Crazy.”

“And that was the last time we had sex unless I wore the wig. You… you’re so into her you don’t even want me anymore.”

“Amy you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“You want to fuck your mother, obviously you can’t so you want me to look like her and since I don’t you just jerk off thinking of her or watching this filth.”

“It’s not filth, its…”

“So does she know, Ryan?”

“Know…”

“Your mother know you want to bang her, does she know her little boy, her pride and joy, makes his girlfriend suck his cock with a wig on so he can pretend it’s her? Does she?”

Of course she does, but again, this was not the time for honesty, “No of course she doesn’t know I watch these videos, but I don’t think of her it’s, um, hot for some other mom.”

“Please, I’m a psyche major remember?” she grunted, “I should have seen it, you and her are way to close, she dotes on you and you think she’s fucking perfect. I see why now, you want her, bad.” She sighed, “Fucking Oedipus complex.”

“Okay, Amy, look…”

“Ryan, get the fuck out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get the fuck out. You… you’re a nice guy, Ryan, you are, it’s why I fell for you, you’ve got a good heart, but its obvious you don’t want me anymore and now that I know who you want? I don’t even want to be in the same room with you never mind bed.”

“Amy, please.”

“Ryan, just leave, we’re through. I’m going to grab Renee go have a cup of coffee and probably a good dry, when I come back if you’re still here I’ll call your mother and tell her everything.”

Not like that was a threat, but…

“No,” she gave me a nasty smirk, “Not your mother, I’ll tell your father, tell him the son he is so proud of wants to have sex with his wife.”

That on struck home. “Yeah, sure I’ll pack my stuff.” I nodded, “But where am I supposed to go?”

“Oh, please, you should be thanking me for this, Ryan. You’ll go home and stay with mommy, hell maybe you can stake out the bathroom and get some peeks while she’s in the shower.”

“Come on, Amy, you don’t have to be like this.”

“No? I just found out that every time my boyfriend fooled around with me he was wishing I was his mother.” She shuddered, “God I can just imagine you thinking ‘oh, mom’ when I sucked your cock. Just go, okay?”

“Amy we can work this out.”

“No, we can’t.” she shook her head, “But know what, Ryan? This will be good for you.”

“It will?”

“Yup, just think you can turn this into one of those sick movies! Hey mom, my mean girlfriend threw me out, can I come stay with you? And she’ll say yes and then you can take it from there.” She snorted derisively, “You could call it Let Mommy make it better!”

*****

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the room, making sure I’d packed everything. None of the furniture was mine and after making a mental run through the books, CDs and DVDs that were mine I nodded to myself.

I had packed all of them along with my clothes and lap top. I saw a picture of Amy and me Renee had taken at the beach and shook my head. This was all on me. Maybe Amy was right, this was a sick obsession, and hell, she didn’t even know I had slept with my mother and thought it was sick.

She was a good girl, everything any guy would want and I’d become so fixated on my mother I wasn’t even able to pretend to be interested in her. What was wrong with me? After all, it’s not like I could have mom all the time and when I did we were sneaking around on dad.

Dad, like Amy, was always good to me and I’m sure deserved better than to have his wife cheating on him with his son, but then again, like mom always said, he would never know or suspect anything. In their case it was dad who never wanted to fool around so it’s not like mom was denying him anything.

Mom had also made the point that we loved each other very much as family and this was just a very special way of showing it and she still loved dad and wanted me to be able to love someone too. Thing was I was wondering if I ever would. If Amy wasn’t enough to get my mind off mom, what would be?

However, even as I questioned my bizarre relationship with mom, there was a part of me that was excited. With Amy no longer in the picture and me going back home… Mom would have no reason not to pick up where we left off. In fact what if I took my time finding another girlfriend?

I smiled at the thought of a nice long stretch of being with mom. Sure we were sneaking and I shared her with dad, but that limited time with her was so much better than spending every moment with anyone else.

Of course that was assuming I would be able to stay with them. I doubted that would be a problem, but I know Dad was proud of me for living somewhat on my own and might say I should try to stay somewhere else.

I called mom’s cell rather than the home phone to make sure I spoke to her first.

“Hey, honey, how are you?” She answered.

My mother’s voice had a slight rasp to it, smoky, my father had called it, and it was the voice of phone sex operator or porn star, it sounded sexy no matter what she was saying.

“Um, well not so good, mom.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Amy… she… well we broke up.”

“Really? Why, you guys seemed to be getting along great!”

“Yeah, well… it’s a long story, but she wants me out tonight.”

“Wow! That must have been some fight.”

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“Ryan! How could you even think that? You come right back home, baby! You’re always welcome here.”

“Dad won’t give me the I should stay on my own lecture?”

“Of course not!” Mom laughed, “Honey, he’s proud of you living on your own and going to college, but he wants you to be in a decent safe place and he misses you, he might say he doesn’t, but he does.”

“Great!”

“Not as much as your mommy misses you though.” Mom’s voice had dropped even lower and my cock twitched in my pants at that seductive purr, “Baby, your mother’s really been missing you.”

“You… you have?”

“So much, honey, I miss you so much.” She sighed, “Your father acts like he’s seventy and toys just don’t cut it.”

“No?” I smiled.

“Hmm-mm, but you know what does?”

“I might know.” I teased.