CHAPTER FOUR

Sunday

From the kitchen I called out sweetly, seeping with promise.

“Booooys, dinner tiiiime!”

Christian’s herd of friends came tumbling through the back door, shoes clomping over flippant laughter, shoving and knuckling each other, spilling into my living room, a hoard of them.

“What’s for dinner!”

“I’m fucking starving!”

“What do you got us, Elena?”

“Yeah Mrs. L!”

They kicked off their shoes in a dirty pile, and they, dirty and sweaty from play, spilled into the kitchen around me.

“I got something special, boys.” I said, climbing up onto the kitchen table.

They gathered around in a circle, spinning, a wheel of hungry boys, gazing at me.

No, it was the table that was spinning. Like a record, going round and round with me on it. I lay on my back, propped up by the elbows, and the starving hungry boys closed in.

The spotlight turned on with a loud THUD, the warm beam washing over my body, centering me. The star of the show. I opened my legs.

Up my tight mini-dress, I was bare slitted. Pantiless. Open cunted, no-bushed, free-wheeled. I was flashing everybody. The faces passed by in a merry-go-round of leers and smiles. Boys licking lips, looking at my lips, lusty lips, hungry lips.

“Wow!”

“Looks delicious, Mrs. Lopez!”

“Me first, me first!”

“One at a time, boys.” I said with pride. “How about you, Nick? You look starving.”

Nick, taciturn and polite Nick, a real good egg, always my favorite of Christian’s friends. He climbed onto the table and knelt down, his friends patting him on his back.

His breath was hot and moist on my slit.

“Eat up…” I urged him, and lifted my butt slightly.

He dove in. Tonguing, licking, sucking me. He really was hungry, making quite a mess. And ooh these boys were such a pleasure to feed.

“Man, Christian, your mom’s the coolest.”

“So cool, my mom never serves pussy for dinner!”

“Look at her moan like such a whore, she really is cool!”

“Mrs. L, could we try your asshole while we’re down there?”

“Oh man that’d be so cool!”

The pleasure overwhelmed me, all while the table kept spinning with Nick and me on it, spinning, spinning, spinning and I was cumming, cumming, cumming.

I woke up from my dream in a twin bed.

Christian’s bed. No. Sean’s bed.

It still smelled like him. His sheets, seeped in his sleep, were tangled around me. Their musk brought me back to last night when I sucked him off. His scent had been in my face, on my tongue, in my mouth, and now I was wrapped up in it.

I’d given Sean a blowjob, and now I was waking up in his bed.

Although I guess it was my bed now, because I offered him the master bedroom, with the king sized mattress on the on-suite bathroom, when we turned in last night. That was cool of me. I should have done it sooner.

I pulled myself upright, the sheets falling off my naked body, my vision tunneling from lifting up too quickly. The dizziness subsided, except it didn’t. Not really. It was oddly pleasant, this hangover, a gentle buzz on my skull.

I stood up, back aching from the inferior mattress. It was a mistake to trade beds, but Sean would be leaving tomorrow, and I could reclaim my space. Reclaim my life.

I loved being the cool mom to Sean, but it was starting to get exhausting. I rubbed my jaw. Even cool moms needed a break.

I looked around for a shirt, or something, to put on. My lingerie from yesterday was likely strewn about the house still. Sean certainly wouldn’t have cleaned it up yet. I think those panties were still in a dried-up ball somewhere, caked in my wet lust, hardly ready to be worn again. I stood for a moment, stumped.

My closet wouldn’t be available until Sean woke up. But Sofia’s was. She’d have left some clothes behind when she went to college, and I was sure I could find something that fit. She was a little smaller than I was, but just as busty. At least I could throw on some panties and a bra.

I walked, and even though no one was around, the sway of my hips followed me. It was in me, this sultry little walk. A part of me. Just how cool moms walked.

At Sofia’s closet, the selection was bigger than I anticipated. Sofia was always a clothes hoarder, but I didn’t expext her to have almost an entirely full wardrobe’s worth of outfits left at home. So this is why she was so motivated to work all those summer jobs.

I grabbed one of her t-shirts that I thought would fit and a pair of swishy pants. I felt the fabric in my hands and they were soft. Comfortable. Perfect for a day of lounging.

But… they were quite plain. And they didn’t really show off my body.

The lingerie yesterday was so much fun. Walking around in it, teasing Sean with it, enjoying his gaze on my body until he couldn’t resist tearing pieces off– it was all great.

But I thought it was a one-off experiment. I thought I only dug out that lingerie to re-live some glory days, show off my body, then go back to comfy loungewear.

It dawned on me, standing at my daughters closet, filled with skirts and belts and halter tops and dresses and tights, with stripes and spots and blacks and whites, with cottons and nylons and denims and leather, that loungewear wouldn’t do. I needed to dress sexy.

My head buzzed. There were so many cool choices in here and–

Oh fuck. There was no getting around it. I needed to show off my body.

“What am I doing…” I said to myself in the mirror, not for the first time this week.

I’d squeezed myself into a pair of Sofia’s short shorts, a pair that she herself was never daring enough to actually wear. On my frame they were stretched to even skimpier proportions, barely covering my ass and riding so high on thighs that they could hardly be considered shorts at all. I left them unzipped, the open fly a tantalizing window to my bare pubis.

Up top, I wore an unbottoned blouse that I tied in knot below my cleavage. My chest was open, tits mostly exposed, hanging free behind a nearly open curtain of cotton.

And the make-up… Once I was dressed, I couldn’t stop primping myself further. I dug into Sofia’s left-behind collection of lip sticks, blushes and mascaras. I painted my face, lips glossy red, eyelids smokey, cheeks flushed, looking hip. Looking young. Looking cool. Like this, my expression was even softer and dimmer, a vapid face unburdened by thoughts beyond looking sexy.

But I did have other thoughts. Like…

I looked sexy, and it felt good. I looked like the kind of mom all guys dreamed about. The cool mom.

“Fuck…” I sighed. I was getting wet already. I needed to clear my head. I toyed with the idea of a quick get-off before starting on breakfast… except, I shouldn’t. Not without Sean’s permission– Or–

No, because I shouldn’t need to masturbate just to start my day. Showing off my body shouldn’t make me this horny. Something was happening to me.

But I was horny. Whatever else was going on, my libido was coming back in full swing. And I really wanted get off. Maybe throw on some porn. I bet Sean would think it was real cool if he came downstairs to me watching it.

“Get a grip!” I told the slut in the mirror. “This isn’t you!”

The real me wouldn’t blast porn in the living room. She’d play fantasies in her head, like–

“Eat up, boys.”

–Or something like that. One that probably wouldn’t involve so many strapping young men. Didn’t I used to have a thing for firefighters my own age? The point was, I would cum my brains out in private like a respectable adult. Maybe play porn off my phone, with earbuds.

Except Sean quite enjoyed the show last night. Cool moms make everybody feel included. It would be rude to do it without him. Without his permission.

I was slipping again. Slipping into these new thoughts. They didn’t belong. And I never used to feel this buzzy buzzy, heavy headed, and dim. I thought back to what Patricia said to me. That Sean could make people do things. Could she have been… right? Was I starting to feel the weight of a hundred little orders fucking with my mind?

I ventured into the hall and the master bedroom door was still closed. Sean could really sleep when he wanted to. It was 11am. How long would I have to wait before I could cum today?

In a hurry, and without thinking it through, I dialed Sofia’s number.

“Hey Mama, what’s up?” She asked.

Her voice sounded disorientingly normal. No lurid coo. No tittering lilt. Just straight chat. And she hadn’t even called me “Slut.”

“Hey, babe!” I said, trying to match her tone, except I couldn’t really remember how to talk normally. It came out throaty. And was “Babe” okay? Should I have said “Chica” or “Bitch”? What the fuck was appropriate to say?

“I just, uhm. Wanted to chat. I know we got cut off yesterday. How did that test go?”

“It’s tomorrow.” She said plainly. “Remember? Today’s Sunday.”

Sofia could tell something was off, I knew it. But– was that a good thing? Did I want her to know, or was I trying to hide it?

“Fuck, right, I’m sorry hun.”

“Mom!” Sofia said, half-scandalised, half in laughter.

“I mean– sorry!” I yelped.

But what was wrong with a little cursing anyway?

“Oh my God, Mom! What is going on with you?” Sofia laughed.

“Nothing!” I said, maybe a little too defensively. Nothing was going on, except for how I was turning into a teenage wet dream.

Then Sofia said, so casually, “I’m sorry Mom. It’s cool, it’s cool.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“It’s… cool?” I asked.

“Sure it is. I’m 21, Mom, you can curse around me, it’s cool.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know that.” I said.

Obviously I knew that. I was cool. But hearing it from my own daughter shook me. I was used to hearing it from Sean. He had this weird fixation on my coolness. But it felt different from Sofia.

Would she think it was cool if she knew that I–

“I borrowed some of your clothes today.” I blurted out. “I look fucking hot in them.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” She said laughing.

“Those denim shorties and that light yellow blouse.” I said.

“Wait… seriously?? Mom, are you okay? Is Sean still there?”

“Yeah, but he’s leaving tomorrow. Actually I was only in your closet because mine is–” I caught myself. I was talking too much, and Sofia was acting suspicious again, and it was so uncool to rock the boat.

“Yours is what, Mama?”

“He’s just– uhm. In there.” I squeaked. “Sleeping. I know it sounds crazy but– I offered it, and– Okay it sounds ridiculous out loud.”

“Uh, YEAH.” Sofia said bluntly. “You GAVE him your room? Mom, get him OUT of there!”

“It was just a one-time thing!” I said. Like the hand job. And then the blow job.

“DON’T let him walk all over you, Mom. I know how he is. The guy has no fucking boundaries. It’s NOT cool. March in there and WAKE HIM UP.”

“Okay, I’m doing it!” I said. It wasn’t cool. NOT cool. Not cool of Sean… or of me?

“I’ll do it. I promise.”

I crept towards the door and cracked it open. He lay there sprawled across the king mattress, his bags and clothes scattered across the master bedroom like it was his. Seeing it in person raised the hairs on my neck. Sofia was right. This was my room.

I had to wake him up. A knot formed in my stomach. It was decidedly an uncool thing to do. But that meant I had to do it. I had to try being the bad guy, just once.

I swayed towards Sean and gave him a slight nudge on his shoulder, but he didn’t react except for a congested snort. He was dead to the world.

This was one way in which Sean was exactly like Christian. My kid could sleep through an earthquake, and so it seemed could Sean. But I was a cool mom, and I learned a few tricks over the years to handle this.

Gently, I pulled the covers off of Sean’s body. I slipped them down to the foot of the bed, and he groaned and grunted, but didn’t wake. He was such a typical teenager, snoring away no matter what you did.

But I was going to wake him up, whether he liked it or not. I was going to wake him up and show him exactly who was boss.

You see, you had to wake them with something they craved. For Christian, it was bacon. I’d open his door and throw slices of it on the skillet, letting the smell waft into his room where it’d drift into his dreams, provoking his cravings, encouraging his body to wake.

Unlike Christian, Sean would need a little bit more than some bacon. He had other cravings. Sorry pal, but wakey wakey. Serves you right for taking my room.

I pulled Sean’s boxers down to his knees. My mouth watered from the lingering thought of bacon, or maybe it was from from–

Sean’s cock was half-erect from sleep. I knelt close, licking my moist made-up licks, lifting daintily his cock with my fingers. He snored away, but his little restful sleep was about to get a rude awakening. I was going to wake him the fuck up, just like Sofia said to.

With care, I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck.

Gentle, at first. Light pressure, with just the bare minimum amoung of tongue. He didn’t deserve my full effort. Just enough to disturb his entitled little sleep. Just enough of my lips, my mouth, my saliva.

Only a kiss here or there. A couple licks up the the side, and then, all of it in the mouth again, and suck, suck, suck…

And– What was I doing? I was sucking off a nineteen year old boy for the second time in less than twelve hours. I was bent over, my ass busting out of skimpy denim shorts, tits cradled precariously by a thin blouse, and I was sucking.

This was bad.

I sucked Sean’s cock, and it was getting harder in my mouth. Growing. Standing. And I had to open my lips wider now to fit it, plus there was more shaft to work my tongue on, and–

“Oooohhh…” Sean moaned. He was waking up.

I was bobbing on it now. Slurping a bit. And I should stop, right? Because Sean was waking up. The ploy worked. And there were things we needed to talk about, like was he making me do this? And, give me my room back. And, when can I cum today because I’m just a little horny from dressing like a slut–

“God, this is so coooool…” Sean growled. My whole body buzzed pleasantly. I’d done a good thing. But… wasn’t that a bad thing? I didn’t intend for this. I intended to be the bad guy.

So I uncoupled from him and started to stand.

“Don’t stop.” He ordered, and the buzzing in my body intensified. It rippled from my toes to my skull, where it pounded at my head DON’T STOP, and I slip-slurped my mouth onto his cock again, sucked it in, lips tight, needing to obey.

Needing to. Just like Patricia said. Sean said DON’T STOP and so… I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop, and I could feel the weight of his order now. I looked up at him with distressed eyes, begging him to please let me stop, and if not that, then let me cum.

“Mmpphh!!” I begged around his cock, scared.

“Sorry– I mean– Cool moms love giving blowjobs.” Sean instructed me. The words washed into my head, a tsunami, sweeping away my previous train of thought, filling me with new ones, and–

Why was I doing this?

It was simple.

I loved giving blowjobs. Just like that. Loved the feel of it in my mouth, the sounds he made, the servitude of it. I hummed on his cock, sucking, swirling, sopping. Of course I loved giving blowjobs, that’s why all the boys thought I was cool.

And that’s why I gave him my room. When he asked, he’d caught me in such a good mood because I’d just finished doing one of my favorite things. Sucking a nice, hard cock.

“Actually… Cool moms give– unh– the best blowjobs…” Sean observed.

And I went deeper, opening my throat, devouring his cock, shocked at my own skill. At how my gag reflex faded away into nothing. At the red-hot eagerness I was able to convey with my eyes all while his dick was down my throat.

But why was I shocked? Cool moms gave the best blowjobs. I’d love to see other moms go as deep as me.

I buzz buzz buzzed happily as I worked. If I was going to have an uncomfortable conversation with Sean, it helped to do something I enjoyed first. And by God I enjoyed this. I needed this. It was making everything better.

When Sean came, I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I barely noticed, alerted only by his sudden uninhibited sounds, his bucking legs, his pulsing load already halfway down my throat.

“Wow, that one is really cool.” Sean said. I took stock of the black mini-dress, with its wide cutouts over the boob and down the stomach, its stringy shoulder straps and ass-hugging fit. It was more of a stretchy human giftwrap than a dress.

I was going to say it looked impractical, but– It was a cool outfit. And it definitely would show off my body. I clicked ADD TO CART. This purchase was getting a bit pricey, but we were finding a lot of cool stuff.

“Thanks again for helping me update my closet.” I said. “But– Like I keep saying, this isn’t quite what I meant when–”

“No problem. You’re gonna look so fucking sexy in all this stuff. It’s crazy you don’t own anything like it already.”

After this morning’s wake-up call, I tried to explain to him that something was wrong. A woman shouldn’t have to raid and repurpose her daughter’s closet just to dress like a whore.

I’d meant it literally. I had to do it, and I shouldn’t, right? I shouldn’t have to. But Sean took it the wrong way. He thought it was a travesty I needed to borrow and modify Sofia’s clothes at all. Didn’t I have any of my own?

“Promise you’ll do a fashion show for me when it arrives.” He said.

“Don’t forget you’re leaving tomorrow, mister.” I reminded him gently. I didn’t want to sound too eager that he was leaving, but with how he was settling into the master room, it almost seemed like he had forgotten.

“I know, but I thought it was cool we had this budding friendship starting. We are friends, right?”

I had to admit we grew closer over the week. And we’d done a lot of friendly stuff together. I’d even shared some secrets with him that I’ve never told my actual friends. Somehow, Sean had turned into my most honest relationship.

Then, the idea of having an ongoing friendship with my kid’s friend gave me a buzzing excitement.

There was no reason why I couldn’t invite him back for a little show. I loved to show off my body, and Sean made for a great audience.

“Yes… right. You could swing by.” I said.

And the buzzing grew. In a cool mom’s house, the guys could come and go regardless of if her son was around. That was the coolest thing about her. Her door was always open.

Her legs were always open. “Eat up, boys…”

The buzzzzzing grew and grew and grew, twisting around my nerves until–

“That would be amazing, actually! You’re gonna nut so hard watching me shake my ass and titties in this thing.”

“It’s a deal then.” Sean grinned. “Oh, click on that!”

He pointed to a simple item, a black choker collar with a metal heart in the center. He pinched my ass.

I stood to make my rear available to him. “This? I dunno. It’s not really my style.”

What I meant was, I couldn’t see how this would show off my body.

“Elena, don’t you know chokers are in? They’re cool!” He squeezed and rubbed my ass freely and–

Now that I looked at it, the collar did have a strange allure. While Sean rubbed between my legs, I imagined it fastened tight around my neck. In a way, it would draw attention to my collarbone and breasts.

“Cool…” I sighed, taking it in. “But isn’t this one like… a sex thing? There’s a hook for a– a leash.” And now thay I looked closer, how did we get to this website? ADULTPLAYWORLD danced in tacky sprinkly cursive at the top of the browser. “Maybe we can pick out another one?”

“These are the popular ones, I promise. I’ll teach you how it all works. I’ll even put it on you. Cool?”

I imagined Sean putting it there, clicking it into place, the collar around my neck. I quivered.

“Uh huuuuh…” I said, dizzy. Sometimes a cool mom needed a young person to show her exactly how a new trend worked. She couldn’t always stay with it in her own. Sean could collar me– I mean put the collar on me– the same way a young guy might help a mom set up a TikTok account.

“Hey Elena is it cool if I touch your pussy?” Sean interjected, stil rubbing my crotch. “I can’t stop thinking about it after seeing you rub it last night. I’d really love to try. You know, see if I learned anything.”

The collar hugged my neck just so, squeezing it, reminding me of who put it there. Of who asked me to buy it. Of the boy in the master bedroom. And it would draw attention to me– to my collared neck–

“Yes sir– I mean Sean.” I squeaked. I’d gotten a little lost imagining the collar, and– what did I just say?

“Sorry, I– I meant Sean.” I stressed.

“All good, Elena. No need to be embarrased. That’s what’s so cool about you. You don’t treat me like a kid like other moms. You respect me like an adult. That’s why we’re gonna stay friends. Adult friends. Say it again.”

Rubbing rubbing rubbing me.

Then, pulling down my shorts, which I allowed meekly. To see what he learned from my demonstration.

“S-Sir?” I asked. It felt clumsy to say. Sean was only nineteen. And, that was a word I didn’t even use for my peers. It just didn’t fit our relationship.

“Cooooool…” He said, slipping a finger across my entrance lightly.

Uuunnnhhh… Young guys did appreciate a little respect, I thought. They didn’t like to be talked down to. “Sir” was a bit overkill, but to Sean, that word meant adulthood.

“Again.”

“Yes, Sir.” I stressed. It felt good. The finger, and the word. What young guy wouldn’t love to be treated like an adult? That’s what separated me from the other moms. I made them feel grown-up.

He smiled and gave his fingers into my wetness, and ooooh fuck. Sean was fingering me. That was a no-no. A big no-no, because I was supposed to not let him touch my pussy for some reason. Some stupid reason.

“Oh, Sir…” I simpered, my resolve melting like candlewax on his fingers. This was okay. This was cool. He was just demonstrating that he paid attention to my lesson. And oooh, he did.

“That’s great, Elena. You’re doing really great. Coming along so nicely.”

His words weren’t lost on me, even in this buzzy horny state. I was coming along– coming– comiiing–

I came so nicely, but only when he allowed it. And he hadn’t said I could, yet.

Fuuuck… He was doing something to me. Changing me.

But also, he had given me a compliment, and that was soooo much more important.

“Thank you, Sir…” I shuddered.

“You know…” Sean said, index and middle and ring curling into my tunnel, pleaaaaasing me. “Maybe you should order two of those collars.”

“Why-yyy?” I asked, grinding-humping-fucking his fingers back, and God this was bad. This was really bad. He was in complete control here. And there was only one other person this collar could be for. “Oh– Sir– don’t say–”

“One would make a really cool gift for Sofia.”

“Uuunhhhh!!” I whimpered.

Sofia would love a collar, wouldn’t she, because they were so cool, and wouldn’t I be such a cool mom for buying her one and–

Sean ordered me to cum, and I did at once, legs quivering violently on his fingers, squirting, and– had I ever done that before? Or was it only now, because Sean said it would be cool if I did.

None of it mattered. Most of me was lost in the orgasm, imagining the black band clipped tight around my daughter’s slender neck.

“DID YOU DO IT?” Sofia texted.

I fiddled with my cell for a moment before responding. It took me a second to even realize what she meant. Did I cum all over the office floor? Most definitely. But that couldn’t be what Sofia meant. She didn’t care about how hard I could cum.

Instead, I was supposed to… wake Sean up and kick him out of my room.

“YEP.” I typed. Well, I did one of those things. I woke Sean up. She didn’t need to know it was with my mouth.

I was lying to my daughter a lot these days, and getting more comfortable with it. I would make it up to her. I had a really cool gift on the way that she was going to love, trendy bitch that she was.

After getting me off with his fingers, I placed the order for rush delivery while Sean went for a swim. I was thankful for the much needed moment for me to collect my thoughts, and to take stock of what was happening to me. And obviously to prepare a delicious lunch for when he was finished.

Then I saw the text message pop up on his phone, which he absent-mindedly left sitting on the counter. I hadn’t meant to look at it. A cool mom would NEVER snoop. But I thought it was my phone buzzing, that Sofia was responding to me. When I realized it was Sean’s, it was too late.

“Morning bj?? WOW. U make her to fuck U yet?”

Make. Make. Make.

Since yesterday, the knowledge of what Patricia said came and went. Periodically, the passing notion that Sean had persuasive powers would hit like a cold rush of water before being swept away by heat, forgotten.

But it was back now, and harder to ignore. Sean was making me do sfuff. And he was going to make me fuck him.

“She’s doing everything I say. She’s going to become such a whore.”

The memory of that eavesdropped phone call came back to me, and I tried to force it out of my head, because I really really really wasn’t supposed to hear it, and cool moms make themselves forget those kinds of things, but it CLUNG. Actually, as much as it hurt to do, I was clinging to it.

Sean was in SO much trouble. And I finally had a moment to myself to figure out what I was going to do about it.

Sort of. Porn played passively on the television. This time, Sean commented that the women in these films were so cool, and now I couldn’t stop myself from absorbing their mannerisms like a soft wet sponge. A cool mom always took notes.

For example, the woman getting fucked right now had a slutty little tattoo above her cunt. I imagined how I’d look with one. I could get hearts, or flowers, or maybe word SLUT in big cursive letters, since I loved being called one so much.

I made myself look away, but I knew I’d look back soon. I had to. I didn’t want to miss how she handled the cumshot.

I was mustering up the courage to kick Sean out. He had to go before he made me fuck him. Because I was watching closely to how the women on the screen moved their hips, listening to how they moaned and begged, and I was certain I would do it exactly like that if it came to it. So Sean would be leaving.

But I had things to take care of.

Firstly, I had to get these nachos in the oven. It was finished pre-heating, and the tray was already made up anyway. Plus I couldn’t send Sean away with an empty stomach. I put them in the oven and closed it with my hip, hearing the chips and cheese and meat sizzle from sudden heat. My mouth was watering already.

Secondly, I made a big mess at the computer, left a big wet puddle on the ground, a slippery slut pool, and it needed licking up. I was such a messy bitch, I thought on my hands and knees, tongue lapping at my own arousal, such a wet little bitch.

I then needed to reapply my make-up. It had gotten a bit smudged from the morning blowjob, and even more so from licking the floor. Before I did anything else I needed to fix it. Needed to.

Except I hated looking in the mirror. Hated seeing my vacant, cockdrunk eyes staring back at me, accentuating them with thick black liner, adding flushed color in the cheeks, watching my face get sluttier and sluttier by my own hand. I hated it, but really I hated how much I loved looking in the mirror. I looked soooo slutty.

I puckered my lips in the mirror, my freshly coated mommy lips, the kind every guy would want a kiss from, and shivered.

Looking sexy comforted me. Centered me. It would make what I had to do next easier. I tugged at my shorts, strangling them in my ass and thighs, feeling them nestle into my sex. I fluffed my tits, my heavy straining aching titties, so my nearly open blouse just perfectly obscured my nipples.

I looked hot. Hot enough to fuck.

I blew a kiss to my reflection. I was ready to confront him.

“Hey slut.” Sean said when I placed the steaming nachos on the patio table.

I resisted the urge to preen at the word SLUT. I wouldn’t let him butter me up. Not after I knew what he had planned for this SLUT.

He was drying in the sun, stroking his semi-hardness through his swim trunks. The scene sent me unwittingly back to a steamy memory.

This was where I stripped for him, when I showed him my tits for the first time and finally started talking freely, dirty, wantonly. Where I made him cum just from teasing my pussy. To think now I was letting him touch it now, stick his fingers in it, to play with it as he pleased.

Well I wan’t going to let him stick his dick in it.

“Hey Sir.” I cooed. I hoped he didn’t think I was patronizing him. I couldn’t bear the thought of acting uncool, because then he would have to correct me, change me, tell me what was cool, and I’d listen. I had to be careful not to attract his attention to anything about me that needed changing.

I took one hip-swinging step in front of the other, approaching him like a depraved porn mommy. I couldn’t help from licking my lollipop-red lips, from bending and giving him a healthy view down my barely-worn blouse, from craving his cock in my mouth again…

Stay focused. You need to tell him to leave. He stood up to meet me– and– did I always feel so small next to him? He was such a growing boy, a man really, and God he was growing up so fast. My heart sank.

That moment as a parent when it hit hits you all at once that your kids have become adults– It was happening with Sean– right now.

I’d seen him grow up and– this whole time I still saw him as my son’s rowdy friend– but everything we did together this week was catching up to me. I was calling him Sir, and I was starting to see him as a Sir.

“Hey Mrs. Lopez, is it okay if I have a friend over later?” Sean asked.

“A… friend?”

A carousel of hungry boys revolved around me, my legs spread and pussy wet. Eat up, boys.

“Yeah. That cool?”

It was nice for Sean to acknowledge that despite my permissiveness, this was still a house of rules. Having a stranger show up suddenly would have been way over the line. He was so kind to ask. Such a kind guy. Turning into a fine young Sir. Big strong Sir, with all those friends and a whole life outside me. But the answer had to be–

“No, Sir.” I said, heart racing. “I mean, no, Sean, Sir. In fact, you need to leave.”

Sean stared at me blankly.

“Now.”

I stamped my foot for emphasis, but I must have looked so petulant– hands in little fists, tits jiggling back and forth, pouting with lusty red lips– because Sean laughed. Throwing a tantrum is not a good look for a mom, and Sean had gotten so mature– I was embarassing myself.

“But he’s really excited to meet you.” He said, slipping his hands into my shirt and fondling my tits. Playfully, he pulled me by the nipple until I fell into his arms.

“Sean– Sir–! I’m trying to talk to you–” His cock was harder than I realized, now that I could feel it against my crotch, and he was pressing me there, holding my by ass.

“I’ve told him all about what a cool mom you are.” He said, and my eyelids fluttered.

He was telling his friends about me.

“Thanks, Sir…” I moaned. Moaned. I was– wet. I was always wet. And he was sooo hard, all grown, nice and big.

He pulled me down to the loungechair, so easily, because really I was so weak compared to him. I was straddling his lap, and there were only a couple layers of fabric between my wetness and his cock.

“You know… I was thinking…” Sean said, still fondling my tits, pinching my nipples until they were thick hard nubs, until the sensation turned into bolts passing through me.

“You’ve been really cool all week.”

“Uuunnhh– uh huh..” I moaned.

“And… well. Lift your butt up for me. There, like that. There you go.”

I did it without thinking, and he used the leverage to slip my shorts down, and then I was on his lap again, my bare wet slit on his swim trunks.

“Sir…” I said. “Maybe we should– do you want another blowjob? Please?”

“Maybe later. But right now, I’d really like to fuck you, Mrs. Lopez.” He said, squeezing my ass, prompting my to griiiiiind my horny wet cunt onto him, against his cock, and–

“You’re– you’re doing something to me–” I accused, not really knowing what I meant, only knowing it had to be true– because– He smirked and spanked me, and OH SIR! his cock felt so good to sit on and did he just SPANK me and I hoped he’d do it again.

“Finally figured it out?” He asked. “A bit too late, I think. Let’s see. It would be so cool if you pulled my cock out and rubbed it with your pussy.”

“Yes Sir…” I whined.

I reached between us and groped for him, finding his hardness, stroking it through his trunks until– there it was– I pulled it through the flap, and then–

His shaft was so hot and hard against my slit, and I started to grind on it again, just like he told me to, naked pussy to naked cock.

“Oooh, fuck Elena. You’re fucked!” He said, laughing.

“Nnhh… How are you– doing this? To me, and to– Patti. You… You turned your mother into a stupid whore.” I moaned.

“Did I now? Fuck, I guess I did call her that when I left. And it worked?”

“She gets… confused– nnhh– and then… Yeah…” I moaned. “She becomes such a stupid whore… Snaps in and out of it…”

“She must be such a mess.” Sean said. “My parents saw what I was doing right away. Couldn’t rationalize all my orders, and well it as obvious I was fucking with them. You need to tie the orders to something, I realized. Like someone’s identity. A key word. Look at how you’re doing what I told you, grinding my dick like that. And even knowing that I’m doing it, no headaches, right? Goes down so easy.”

He was right. I was obeying, pleasuring myself on his cock, pleasuring him with my pussy, even though I shouldn’t want to.

Except I did want to. Because he said it would be cool.

“Unnnhh–!! It’s not ’cause you ordered this, Sir.” I told him. “Not at all!”

Right? Because–

I could make him cum this way, I realized. I’d make him cum and then he wouldn’t he able to fuck me. Not right now. And then I could kick him out before he knew what hit him. Cool moms always had little things up their sleeves to get the boys to behave. This was one of mine. Nothing like a little pussy play to make them nut early.

And suddenly I wasn’t the least conflicted about what I was doing anymore. I’d rub my slutty wet cunt on his throbbing dick all day long. I redoubled my efforts and grinded lasciviouy.

“You know I’ll need a hand cleaning up that situation with my mom. What do you say? Cool?” Sean grinned.

He’d made such a mess of her, of poor Patti. Gave her a woozy of an order with no way to rationalize it. I’d have to help her. I needed to, because–

Cool moms love to clean up messes. How many of Sean’s had I cleaned already?

After I made Sean cum with my hot slit, I’d kick him out and reach out to Patti. We could figure all this stuff out together. Maybe get a little tipsy first. I could use another woman to dish with. Teach her how to be cool. Moms had to stick together– or– get sticky together, or something.

I rubbed back and forth on him, his cock so close from just entering me, but I wouldn’t let it come to that, because I knew how to get Sean off. I loved getting Sean off.

“You know what’s gonna happen next, right?” He said.

“We can’t– have sex–” I begged, rubbing against his cock with abundant wetness. Why wouldn’t he just cum already??

“But it would be so. Fucking. COOL of you.”

He lifted me by the ass and pressed his cock dangerously close against my entrance, tip against slit, flesh against flesh.

“Nnghh…” I strained. If I dropped an inch, it would sliiiiide in. And still I was trying to wiggle, to rub it, to grind it.

“Don’t you wanna be a COOL mom, Mrs. Lopez?”

“Y-yeess….” I moaned. I wanted to be COOL so, so, so badly. And it would be COOL, wouldn’t it, to let him enter me? To let him fuck me?

“But you can’t!” I was still grinding, just a little bit, wiggling my hips, feeling the tip of his dick outside of me. Maybe he’d… he’d cum from this?

“God it would be so COOL to see what you felt like in there…” he sighed.

“I know, but–”

I needed to make him cum. Fast.

Then I thought– He would definitely cum from going inside. There was no doubt about that. So maybe just– no! The whole point was to avoid–

“Pleeeeaaaseee?” He squeezed my ass hard, and I wiiiiigled on his cockhead.

It would be so COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL. Don’t I wanna be COOL? Maybe I should keep an open mind. Open legs.

“You get that, right? How COOL you’d be to a young guy like me? Giving up your pussy for your son’s buddy?”

COOL moms always did skirt the line, didn’t they? Wear short skirts, sexy skirts, like the ones I ordered. They’d hang off my waist and dangle halfway down my ass, more like frilly belts than skirts, and God they were so hot.

“Just ONE time! It’d be so COOL.”

COOL moms let the boys feel like they were getting away with something. They’d act like something wasn’t allowed just so they’d seem so cool for changing their minds.

They bent the rules. They bent, got bent, bent over. I’d watched so many cool women bend over today, always such a good view, picture perfect asses and pussies.

“Pleeease, Mrs. L? Is it really a hard and fast rule?”

Hard. He was so fucking hard and I was soft against him. And fast. We could be fast.

“Can’t you just be flexible?”

Cool moms were flexible. Pliable. Permissive.

Submissive.

“I– uhm– maybe just for a minute–” I bargained. Sir was so mature for his age. I really should stop treating him like a kid. Didn’t he deserve–

A minute of penetration? Just so he could feel it. He was mature enough for that. That was reasonable. And so very fucking COOL.

“Really?” He lit up. “That would be, oh God Mrs. Lopez, so COOL!”

“Uuhhnn–!” I moaned.

COOL. So COOL.

“Yeah… or. Two. Two minutes.” I said.

I always did start low with my time limits. How many times did I say, “Two more minutes of your game, then you need to do your homework.” And then, when you ended up giving them ten minutes, well, they’d think you were so COOL. It was a classic COOL mom trick.

“Thanks Mrs. Lopez. I’m gonna– I’m gonna fuck you now. Is that COOL?”

“Yes, yes. Fine!” I said in a hurry. My pussy was a sopping mess, and suddenly I felt painfully empty inside. Maybe this was a good idea after all. We could both get something out of this. And he was so big, oooh SIR.

But if he was going to fuck me, the least he could do was put on a–

“Condom–” I started to say. “You’re not wearing a–”

“–Condom, I know. So you’ll really let me fuck you bareback? God, Mrs. Lopez, you’re the COOLEST mom.”

Nnnhhhhhh!!!

“Bareback, yes. That way we– I mean you– can really feel it!” I urged.

Most moms would insist on a condom when fucking their son’s friends. But not me. I figured, if they were going to be fucking raw, better do it where I could keep an eye on them.

And Sir was responsible. He would NEVER cum in me. Such a big MAN.

Yes, a condom would only ruin this. It would defeat the whole purpose, really.

“Thanks, Mrs. L.” Sean said. “You’re the COOLEST.”

Sean let down my ass, and I dropped, slowly, onto his encroaching hardness.

I watched his bare cock push, inch by inch, into my cunt. The folds took him easily– eagerly, even– like they had been waiting for this for days, and I shuddered, getting filled, filling myself with him.

He was bottomed out, and I could tell from his face he was struggling not to nut. Could he even last the two minutes I had promised him?

“Just… remember to pull out, Sir, please.” I reminded him. The last thing I needed was him cumming inside of me. Sean winced in encroaching release, holding himself back with every ounce of willpower.

“I’m not gonna cum. I’m not gonna cum. I’m not gonna cum. I’m a sex god. I’m a sex god. I’m a sex god.” He repeated the mantra under his breath, shakily at first, then steadier. More confident. Until finally his breathing evened out to a slow and level cadence. “I’m not gonna cum. I’m a fucking sex god.”

He held me by my hips, his cock still nestled deep to the hilt. But any signs of inexperience were gone, and the face of a cocky stud looked down at me. But… there was no way he could just talk himself into skill, was there? There was no way he was actually a sex god.

He lifted me, spun me around, and dropped my back to the loungechair.

“S-iir!” He was so big and strong, such a healthy young man, and–

He started rocking his hips.

“Ooh..” I purred quietly.

He was fucking me.

“God, Mrs. Lopez, you feel so good inside. This is awesome. Thanks a million. This is so fucking COOL.”

“Fuu-uuuck—!”

“Are you going to cum already, Elena? That’s… so COOL.”

I wanted to laugh. The poor guy was clearly projecting. He didn’t know a thing about sex, or women, or– oh– oh fuck–

He was so deep– and– fuck–

My pussy clenched around him—- his cock—- and yes, I was going to cum. If he kept up like this, I’d have no choice. God he was such a STUD. When did Sean grow up to be a such a FUCK STUD–!!

“You know, I always heard COOL moms are really just cocksluts. It’s why they do everything they do. The way they dress. The way they act. The way they talk. It’s all for cock. It’s all to get their cunts filled. They just want to get fucked by young studs.”

“Sean– Sir– don’t say– that!”

I was doing him a favor. He begged me for this, and because I was so cool I– “Don’t say what? Cockslut?”

I shouldn’t cum. Not while he was degrading me. It would send the wrong message. But his rhythm quickened, and he fucked me with deep, hard strokes that hit me in the perfect place, the perfect sensation–

And then he SPANKED me again, Siiiirrr!

“You’re just desperate for male attention, aren’t you Elena? You’re just a whore who’ll do anything for approval.”

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.

“Say it.”

Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t–

Ooooh no.

It felt too fucking good. So good that I wondered if there was any point in denying how good it felt. How much I loved it.

“Well?” He snarled, fucking me deeply, endlessly. How fucking stupid could I be, thinking I could do this without revealing my true nature? He was seeing what I really was. And when I came, there’d be no hiding from it.

I was a… a…!

With Sir’s cock fucking me into oblivion, into a crushing loss of will and self-control, into the best orgasm I’d ever had, it felt so fucking good to finally admit. I let it out, happily, giddily, wantonly as everything from this past week clicked into place.

“Yyyyeeeessssss!!!! I’m a just! AH! A desperate! AH! Horny! AH! COCKSLUUUUT!!”

Jimmy gaped at me. He stood at my doorway draped in baggy clothes and smelling of cigarettes. Sean and I answered the doorbell together just he’d just finished fucking my slutty cunt for the fourth time.

“Jesus, dude. You weren’t fucking kidding. Look at her! She looks like a fucking whore!”

I beamed. It was so sweet of him to give such a nice compliment. I hadn’t had time to freshen up. Cool moms, as much as they loved to show off their bodies, kept it real, and sometimes that meant answering the door in a sloppy state.

My tits still hung proudly out of my shirt, sticky and drippy with jizz, with Sean’s second or third load from our marathon fuck, and my hair and make-up were mussed from a morning of vigorous whoredom. Even my unzipped shorts, which I hastily put on again, were askew. I tugged them up so they would properly ride up my ass.

And– whoops! There was some cum on my face, too. I wiped it and licked it off my finger. I’d given Sean his third blowjob between taking it up the pussy (God he had stamina, the way he talked himself into getting hard again and again), and I’d hoped he would cum on my tits or ass or something, but I could tell by the way he held my head that he wanted to stay in my mouth.

Not that I minded. For one, it made the clean-up easier. But like most women, it’s not like I enjoyed the taste.

At least I thought I didn’t, until he reminded me that cool moms did. He filled my mouth of the heavenly stuff, and I obviously I couldn’t get enough because I was a cum slut, a cum loving whore, a cool mom with a refined palate.

The next time he came after that, I DEMANDED a facial.

Jimmy continued to ogle me as I licked my fingers clean. I guess he wasn’t used to seeing a mom be such a messy eater. My pussy thrummed red-hot at his visible excitement.

But I couldn’t bask in the glow for too long. As desperate as I was for him to fuck me, I had to remember that to Jimmy, I was a mom first and foremost. He probably expected me to be lame. He had to think I was cool before he would even give my cunt the time of day.

I flashed him my most welcoming smile and stepped aside to usher him in.

“Nice to meet you, Sir. You can call me Elena. Or Slut, or Whore, or Bitch, or whatever. It’s cool. Make yourself at home.”

I took his coat as he stepped stupefied inside. Sean gave his friend a proud smile, and nodded.

“Thanks… Bitch?” Jimmy said uncertainly.

“My pleasure, Sir.” I hoped he thought it was cool that I knew the lingo.

“Can I get you anything? Food? Beer? If you want to touch my pussy, go right ahead, you don’t even need to ask. My slutty body is completely available. Oh! And we have ice cream in the freezer.”

It was so nice to have boys over again.

So, soooooo fucking nice.

“Unh! Unh! Fuck my wet little fuckhole!” I urged, face on the floor, backing my ass up into that cock.

Jimmy squeezed my tits for dear life and fucked my cunt madly, grunting and groaning, all while a couple other guys whose names I didn’t catch were hooting and hollering.

I forgot how much I loved hosting my kids’ friends. Cool moms could hang with the boys. They let them help themselves to anything in the house (anything, fucking anything), and used casual language like “hell” and “damn” and–

“Ooh, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” I moaned. Despite Jimmy’s inexperience, he had me on the edge, and each stroke of his cock brought me closer to delirium. That’s the thing about us cool moms, we’re so easy to please.

And there were so many boys lined up to please me. I was the luckiest whore in the world!

To think it only took a week to win Sean over enough for this. I didn’t just convince him I was cool, I convinced him I was cool enough not to embarrass him in front of his friends. Now, they were all here. I had the hangout house, and with it, all the young cock I could dream of.

While Jimmy fucked me and the others watched, Sean paced in the corner with a phone to his ear.

“Hey Shirley? Yeah– I know you don’t want to talk to me. Can you just listen for a–”

He grimaced while a shrill voice babbled through the receiver.

“Shirley, I know. I fucked up. You had every right to dump me. But–”

Even from across the room with a cock in my pussy, I could hear the yelling through the phone. Whoever this girl was, she really did not want to talk to Sean. It sounded like… an ex-girlfriend?

“Shirley, just listen!! You’re being silly. Just hear me out.” Sean waited intently, and a beat later, he smiled.

“Thank you. I just wanted to get closure on a couple things. You know, formally apologize and all that. But, well, I think it would be easier to do in person.”

More yelling sounded from the tinny receiver.

“Come on, don’t be silly. You know I struggle with opening up and stuff. It can be somewhere public. I’d just really like to do it in person. It would be silly not to.”

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, because I was cumming on Jimmy’s cock, and he was cumming inside me, and I was making so much whorish noise that Sean had to step into the other room and close the door.

I’d have to apologize later, because cool moms always apologized when they were wrong, and it was so wrong of me to disturb Sean’s important phone call. My mind spun with what part of my slutty body I would apologize with.

Jimmy rolled off of me, satisfied. Naturally, I spread my pussy so he could get a good look at his jizz leaking out of me. A cool mom never passed up an educational moment.

He leaned against the wall and heaved. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this. He really did a number on you.”

Naked, sweaty, and still dripping cum, I lifted myself off the floor to get him and the other boys some refreshments. Unlike Jimmy, they were all still rock hard. I smiled. A mother’s work is never done.

Who knows what boys get up to. After a few more rounds of fucking me, the gang holed up in the corner, excitedly browsing social media and discussing people that they knew. They had a cork board set up, and they were cutting photos of students and faculty alike from their senior yearbook and pinning them in rows.

Except Jimmy. Jimmy was reading. Sean had produced some heavy leather-bound tome from his luggage and handed it to his best friend first. When I saw it, I stifled a laugh. No wonder Sean’s bags were so heavy moving in, if he was lugging that thing around! I could smell the musty yellowed pages from here as Jimmy flipped them one by one, his pupils dilated and unmoving from the text. He muttered under his breath as he read, quiet, almost silent, robotically, absorbing whatever was written. Something about the book turned my stomach, and for a brief second I even thought about ripping it away from them.

But I was just jealous, wasn’t I? That the boys were reading instead of paying attention to me. They were such good, responsible boys, prioritizing their studies when they had such a horny, attention-hungry woman waiting on them. Waiting for them.

“I’m telling you, I got it dialed in now. The next one’s gonna be much easier. You guys will get the hang of it, too.” Sean said in hushed excitement. “I swear Shirley lost 20 IQ points in one phone call. I just kept calling her silly, and–”

I didn’t want to eavesdrop, so I took care not to listen while I knelt patiently. Cool moms don’t interrupt the boys. They don’t interfere unless they’re called on. In the corner I waited upright on my knees, nude and silent, obediently, like a good mom should. My nipples stood yearningly erect, the heavy wide dark nubs straining nearly an inch, but I didn’t touch them, couldn’t touch them, because cool moms would never do something as silly as get themselves off without a young guy’s permission.

So I waited for them notice how cool I was being, so they would want to manhandle my slutty milf body again, rail me raw, give me their loads…

I dripped down my thighs. I hoped the boys were getting hungry. I had a very special meal planned.

“Hey, Mrs. Lopez, you’re cool with me fucking your daughter, right?” Sean said eventually, looking over his laptop with a sly smile.

Oh yeah, Sofia would be coming home soon. I hadn’t thought about her for a minute. And Sean fucking her? I may be a cock loving, cum loving whore, but Sofia was her own person. Did Sean think he could treat her the way he treated me? Of course I wasn’t cool with— cool with—

I pictured Sean going to town on her. In my mind, he grabbed and toyed with her body like it belonged to him, positioning her any way she pleased, fucking her just like how I loved to be fucked.

And Sofia was like me in many ways, with her DD tits and slut-wide hips, plus a hot-bitch personality that intimidated the boys. But she was a soccer player too, with toned long legs and a flat athlete’s tummy that contrasted my soft mom flesh. There was no doubt Sean would delight in both the similarities and the differences between us, and no doubt he’d think it was cool that I allowed him to.

But there was something wrong about this picture. In my imagination, Sofia wasn’t yet wearing the tight black collar I had ordered for her… I pictured it, snug on her neck, and–

Maybe I spoke too soon. I shouldn’t be policing what my daughter did with her hot body. Or what Sean did with it. It was me who taught him how to treat a woman in the first place. I’d be a hypocrite to get in the way of him using his new knowledge.

And it would be totally cool for Sofia to have sex with whoever she wanted in my house. To use her slutty young cunt in any way she pleased, to give in to her lust and fuck the day away. Any cool mom would feel the same way. And I’d feel even better knowing it was with Sean, someone I trusted. Someone who knew how to make a girl really cum. If he could blow my mind despite all my experience, Sofia would absolutely lose it on his cock. Cumming was the ultimate happiness, and what mother wouldn’t want her daughter to happy?

“Of course, Sir.” I said. “You can rail her all you want.”

But… is that what Sofia would want? I could have sworn she hated Sean. And she wasn’t even a cockslut like me. Knowing that, how did he plan on getting into her pants?

“Thanks, you’re the best.” Sean said. ”Who knows? Maybe you can help me show her a thing or two. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Show her. I could show her. Share a few tips from mother to daughter. Wouldn’t that be cool? No… that was wrong. Sofia could fuck Sean, but not with me there. I shouldn’t be there to see it. A cool mom was fine with her daughter being sexually active, but I didn’t need to see it.

But what if she was doing it wrong? Someone needed to watch out for her. To teach her.

Wouldn’t that be cool?

Teach her how to fuck. To be fucked. To please. She needed to learn, if she didn’t already know. And I was such a good teacher, if Sean’s abilities were anything to go off of.

We already had a mother/daughter bonding summer planned. We were going to dish together. Share a few drinks. Get a little wasted. Talk boys. Talk sex.

So why just talk? She could watch me, then I could watch her. I’d give her feedback. Help her do it right. I could even position her myself, to make sure she really understood. Touch her, stroke her. Arch your back, like this. Move your hips, like this. Good girl.

The fantasy swallowed me. That’s all it was, I told myself. A fantasy. Cool moms loved to fantasize. None of it would actually come to pass. Sofia would never spread her legs for Sean, let alone let me spread them for her.

But Sean and his friends went on chatting away, and he threw up Sofia’s yearbook photo to the top row of the cork board. From across the room she smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but picture her in a collar, tongue wrapped around a cock, with me there to guide her. I had mine on too, of course, because it would be so cool for us to match. We were in Sean’s room, in the master, collared for our– for our–

Well it was a lesson, wasn’t it? I was helping him teach her, but he would be the ultimate authority on his own pleasure. And we were in his room. The master suite. The Master. Because he would be our–

I’d guide my little cocksucking slut up and down, up and down, up and down, on her Master’s cock, our Master’s cock, until a load so massive fills her that it spills out onto her lips, and who would be there to help catch it than her cool, cum-loving mother?

I trembled and dripped, closing my eyes, half-cumming, body screaming for release, savouring the fantasy that I knew what never happen. But it would be so fucking cool if it did.

One Week Later…

The first thing I saw when I walked into my house, exhausted and stiff from a long bus ride, was my brother’s bum of a friend Sean. He lounged on the couch in nothing but a pair of boxers, playing video games with a beer in his lap.

I gave him a moment to acknowledge me.

“Uhm, hello?” I said finally.

“Oh, hey, whassup Sofia?” When he spoke, he barely looked away from the TV screen.

“What are you doing here? Weren’t you only supposed to crash here for like, a few days?”

“A week.” He shrugged. “But your mom’s so cool. She’s letting me stay here permanently to save some cash. This place is so close to school, it’s perfect.”

“She’s what??” I asked in astonishment. My mom disliked Sean. Why would she ever offer that? Except she had also offered him her own goddamn bed, apparently. And since then, she’s been acting really cagey about him. She hadn’t even told me he was still here. She’s barely been answering my calls at all.

Leaving me with a lot of questions, but mostly just one. How in the hell did she become so cool with this brazen display of entitlement in her own house?

“And speaking of school, shouldn’t you be there right now? It’s Monday.”

“Eh, my Professors are really accommodating.”

“Oh, hey Sofia!” From the bathroom emerged a girl in pigtails, and she wore a parody of a puerile outfit, pink and skimpy with a wide ribbon tight around her neck. From behind her wide smile, it took me a moment to recognize her.

“Shirley?? What are you doing here? Are you guys back together?”

“Yeah! Things have been soooo much better between us now. That break-up was like, so silly!” She pranced to the couch, nestled into him, and kissed him on the cheek.

Silly…? There was nothing silly about Sean sending dick pics to other girls on Tinder. She dumped his ass for a good reason.

“Where is my mom?” I said, feeling like I was going to short-circuit. Shirley just kept kissing Sean’s cheek, short pecks turning into longer loving smooches.

“Out by the pool.” Said Sean, brazenly rubbing Shirley’s skinny thigh.

True enough, I looked past Sean and Shirley, through the sliding glass door to see a woman lounging. Rather, it was mostly a woman’s ass that I saw, because she lay face down, topless, with only a G-string on her. If that was my Mom, it was more skin than I had ever laid eyes on before. Languidly, my supposed-Mom took a long sip out of a Bloody Mary, and then I saw the choker around her neck.

“What the fuck.” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, she’s been really cool. But that doesn’t surprise me. You’ve always been so chill. The way you used to put up with all of our wildness, dealing with our bullshit. Must run in the family. Cool mom, chill sister.”

A chill sister? That was maybe true. I mostly tried to just stay out of my brother’s business. I did put up with a lot of bullshit from Christian’s friends over the years, and Sean especially. As an older sister, you had to roll with the punches. Ignore a few comments, play along with some jokes. If that meant I was chill, then I couldn’t argue with it.

“Uh huh…” I said. “Yeeeahh. Chill.”

Still, this was a different story entirely. The half-naked sleazebag drinking beer and staying way passed his welcome… His lovey dovey ex-girlfriend necking him, spreading her legs for his wandering hand, giggling and sighing into his ear… My mom’s ass on display outside, soaking in the sun, clad in G-string… Something weird was going on.

But Sean’s comment, as unwelcome as it was, was a good reminder. I should try and stay chill about this, at least until I talked to Mom. I’d dealt with plenty from Sean before and always managed to stay chill. What was one more incident?

“I’ll be right back.” I said calmly. I needed to at least leave the room for a second. Shirley seemed intent on touching, kissing, and flirting in my presence. What a silly thing to do, I was right here.

“Hey, if you’re going out there, can you grab me another beer first?” Sean asked.

I tersely stopped at the fridge, flushed with anger. I burned at the gall of his request, at his boldness. He wasn’t even twenty-one!

“How about no?” I retorted. Not my finest comeback, but I was flustered, seething, and… warm.

“It’s chill, just one of those browns.” Shirley gasped and laughed. Sean had pinched her somewhere I couldn’t see.

Roiling mad. It was warm in here, wasn’t it? The house stewing in summer sun, and Sean and Shirley generating heat, body heat, heat between them. Sean’s gaming machine whirred, overheating, radiating endlessly but ignored, because him and Shirley were kissing now, open mouthed, groping, the heat coming off of them like coals. And my mother, roasting outside, skin trickling shimmering beads of sweat that rolled down her back, her butt, her legs. Jesus, it was warm in here.

Warm, but down the back of my neck, I felt a slight chill too.

I grabbed a beer. It was icy in my hands, chilled, droplets dripsliding down its neck, over its flared shoulder, onto its dewey body. In my fingers it slickened wet against the thick heat. Its bottled-up contents strained to pop, aching to spill over, to fizz and foam from its throat into waiting wet lips. Guzzled from throat to open throat.

The long day was hitting me, bearing down on me, a hot exhaustion taking hold. Shirley gigglemoane. She was acting so silly today, straddling her boyfriend’s lap, body tilting towards his and holding the sides of his face, kissing. But I shouldn’t stare. Be chill.

I looked at the sweating brown bottle, budding notes of caramel and a malty finish inside. Sean would never have a chance to drink this. His mouth and hands were busy, and getting busier. I glanced again and, Jeeze. Did they forget I was here? That happened a lot to me, being as chill as I am, hanging around while people did their thing. Me doing my thing, them doing theirs. Coexisting was easy when you were chill.

I closed the fridge and took the beer for myself. I’d put a stop to all this soon. Mom would take my side. She was cool like that. If I asked her, she’d send Sean packing– I glanced his way again, and Sean was packing. Shirley was on her knees facing his bulging boxers. She licked her silly lips and toyed with his package.

I had to do something about this. Mom was outside flipping over to her back, turning around in the sun like a roasted piece of meat. Her heavy breasts swung unburderned by modesty, settling into mounds of soft flesh on top of her. What the hell was happening?

I couldn’t bear the thought of stepping into the blazing sun to talk to her. I was too hot already, and I needed to chill. No… I needed some sense smacked into me.

Smack! Smack! Shirley’s mouth made wet, wet sounds, and Sean moaned. “Ooh Shirls that feels good.”

Maybe I should retreat to my room for now. Sean and Shirley were… in the middle of something. I felt disoriented, my head dancing to the tune of chill chill chill. Just be chill. It’s just a little PDA.

I could put on a swimsuit. Clear my head with a dunk in the icy pool. That would help me chill out for sure. I’ve been so stressed with finals and those weird phone calls with my mom.

Yes. Suit up and jump in the pool. Convince my mom to make Sean leave.

I poured my beer into a tall girthy stein from the cabinet and it foamed into a thick, thick head. Smack. Smack. Smack. Suckle. Slurp.

Time to go change. And I definitely shouldn’t look back over there on the way out. Towards silly Shirley who was giving Sean–

Head! Thick frothy head, flowing over the rim down the my stein’s ridges and ripples, down the cracks and crevices, and onto my sticky wet fingers. I stuck them in my mouth in a hurry to suck them clean.

It’s chill, I thought.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The dripping beer reached the base of the glass where it started to pool.

Sean was groaning, loudly, wantonly, but I ignored him, sucking my fingers HARD and watching the beer form a sticky puddle on the counter.

“Fuck, Shirls, that was– Jesus.” Sean said. “You’re getting so good at that.”

Shirley just giggled. “You were so right, babe. She IS chill.”

She was talking about me, I realized, but I was too distracted by the spilled beer to really process it. I was sucking my fingers with a buzzing head, feeling heavy and hot.

“I told you she wouldn’t freak. She’s SUPER chill.”

No duh I was chill. There was nothing to freak out about anyway.

After all, it was just a spill. Who didn’t make a little mess now and then?