HOUSE OF SINS(erotica shorts)

"I can't believe she treated me like that!" Mom said, or maybe ranted would be a better word. "Who does she think she is? Spitting in my face! We'll see about that!" I concentrated on using the steamer machine to clean the living room carpet and it actually turned out to be sort of fun. We'd borrowed from one of our neighbors, an old guy who always liked to sit outside and watch Mom. Especially when she washed the car in her bikini top and cut-off shorts in the summer. I always thought he was kind of a perv, but he never said no when Mom wanted to borrow something either. "That stupid slut! I'll show her a thing or two!" Mom went on as she stomped around the house. "We'll see who loves who around here! She can't tell me who I can f**k and who I can't!" "Whoa!" Mr. Moore opened the front door and smiled at me. "What's going on in here?" "Uhhh..." I blinked at him and turned off the steamer. "I'll f**k any c**k I want to! That b***h better watch out! The next time I see her, I'm going to ... Oh!" Mom blinked at him too as she entered the living room. "Hello, Carl." "Hi," he said. "What are you guys up to?" "Spring cleaning," Mom replied, giggling and shrugging her shoulders and looking seriously guilty. "At nine o'clock on a Wednesday night?" Mr. Moore c****d an eyebrow. At least we were cleaned up. After taking a long bath and eating some dinner, I actually felt pretty good. My butt felt kind of sore and I still had some semen squishing around way up inside me, but I didn't mind that. My lips might have been bruised and my tongue felt sorta weak, but other than that I didn't even feel particularly guilty. In fact, I felt kind of good about seeing my mom gang f****d by three bullies and my girlfriend. "You know," Mom said out of the blue. "I've been thinking and I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage." "What?" Mr. Moore said before I could and we both stared at her as Mom took off her engagement ring. "I'm sorry," she said. "But I can't marry you, Carl." "Why not?" he asked reasonably. "I love you." "No," she sighed. "You love f*****g my son. I think it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore, Carl." "But ... You can't do that! We made plans ... The wedding!" "You've got a wonderful c**k," she said. "Really, you do, but ... I'm sorry, I don't want to marry it." She held out the ring and Mr. Moore's face had turned bright red as he stared at it. "Fine." He snatched the ring and left without another word, slamming the door behind him. "Whew!" She laughed and widened her blue eyes at me. "What are doing, Mom?" I asked. "I don't know!" she said happily and practically skipped out of the living room. Marcia picked me up in her mom's old car just because we were both bored and kind of wired after all that s*x with Billy and his two friends. It had been too long since the last time we'd had s*x like that and we were both excited and kind of silly about it. I really needed to talk with someone about my mom too and I only had one friend. "I think she's crazy," I said and then frowned as Marcia giggled. "It's not funny!" "Sorry," she said. "It's just ... I don't know why she'd want to marry that guy in the first place!" "Yeah." I looked out the window as she drove around suburbia. All the houses looked identical and I picked one at random. "Who lives there, I wonder." "Heh!" "Maybe she needs help," I thought aloud. "Like a psychiatrist or something." "You worry too much." "She's my mom." "Well, okay ... But you still don't have to worry that much." "She was all excited about the wedding..." "And she changed her mind," Marcia said with a shrug. "It happens all the time and to guys a lot better than him." "She changes her mind like every five minutes now." "She's a girl; she's supposed to!" "Yeah, but..." I frowned because it was sorta hard to argue with logic like that. "Where are we going anyway?" "You want to go up to the Peak?" "What?" "I'm still horny!" Marcia giggled. "I think it's my diet pills." "I think it's just you." "Maybe! You want to go back to your house?" "No way," I said. "My mom's kind of mad at you." "For pissing on her?" "No, she's okay with that, I think." "The spitting thing?" "Yeah. That and telling her not to f**k me anymore." "Well, she shouldn't. That's why she's getting blackmailed in the first place." "I know," I said with a giggle. "That was so cool." "Yeah!" Marcia laughed too. "I thought you were gonna be mad." "I was, sort of," I admitted. "I'm just glad we had s*x again." "With Billy and those guys? Yeah. Me too." "Mom liked it anyway." "She's a slut." "I know. She was always a slut, but she only f****d guys one at a time." "That kinda defeats the purpose." "Kinda," I agreed. "Do you really think she licked p***y before?" "Definitely!" Marcia said. "She's almost as good at it as you are." "Hmmm..." "She like dove into my hole too! Did you see her?" "Yeah." "I think she licked my uterus." "Isn't that like in the back someplace?" "She's got a long tongue!" "Really?" "You never noticed?" Marcia giggled. "Your mom is hung!" "Oh." I thought about that for a second. "That sounds stupid." "I heard it from Billy's sister." "Cindy?" I rolled my eyes. "She's weird too." "We should hook them up." "Who" "Your mom and Cindy, like her friends too, you know?" "Why?" "I dunno. Maybe we could turn your mom into a lesbian." "You mean they could." "Yeah, but we gotta set them up, so..." "I don't think I want my mom to be gay." "Why not? That would be so cool. She could find a life partner and move to san Francisco and be happy and..." "Shut-up!" "Or maybe not," Marcia said. "It was just a thought." "I like my mom the way she is." "I thought you didn't." "I mean, I like it when she likes men," I sighed. "Stop teasing me all the time." "That's what girlfriend's do!" "I thought you were Billy's girlfriend again?" "Jealous?" "Kind of." "Good! I want you to be." "Are you his girlfriend now?" "No! God! He's such a jerk! I just like f*****g him." "Me too," I agreed. "He's like a bad habit." "An addiction," Marcia said. "We need like a twelve step program." "We just need a new boyfriend." "We've been saying that for a month." "I know," I sighed. "Anyway, they're gonna come over tomorrow again." "They are? What? You too?" "Of course, silly! It's better than bringing your mom to Mark's garage, right?" "Ummmm..." I shrugged. "Good point." Marcia kept driving and I think we both just wanted to get away, or at least pretend like we could, and drive until we were someplace else and had to come back. Probably a lot of people feel like that sometimes. It's nice being in a car sometimes, insulated and it feels like nobody can see you or hear you, like it's real privacy and yet the whole world is passing right by. "My dad still thinks I'm a virgin," she said with wry smile. "He's such a dork." "My mom knows I'm not," I sighed. "I can't even imagine f*****g my dad." "Is he hot?" "No!" Marcia rolled her eyes. "He's got a little d**k too." "You've seen it?" "Only by accident." "Oh. Where are we going?" I wondered as she'd taken a turn up a hill. "Piper's Peak?" I read a sign as we went by "Yeah," she said. "It's nice up here. Right?" "I dunno," I replied. "I heard that's where everybody goes to make out." "Not on a Wednesday night!" Marcia laughed. "Too bad we missed the sunset." "Yeah. I'm gonna be sleeping on the way back." "You can sleep up there," she promised. "I've got a blanket in the back." "Mark's?" I made a face. "No! God! I hate that guy. What a jerk." We reached the top of the hill and Marcia pulled off the road and onto a large, open field of grass. "You're driving on the grass," I said, grinning at her. "It says dogs stay off, not cars! Besides, everybody parks on the other side anyway. See?" I did see. There were a half-dozen cars parked on the opposite side of the park, overlooking the town below. Piper's Peak wasn't a mountain, probably not even much of a hill compared to some places, but it was the highest place around and the view was nice, especially at night. There were a billion stars above us and the lights below looked pretty. We could see the jets taking off from the air force base in the distance, their afterburners glowing silently as they streaked along the blue lighted runway. Someone had a car stereo going loud enough for everyone to enjoy, playing one of the local radio stations and I kinda wished they'd turn it off. "Now what are we gonna do?" I wondered, looking at Marcia in the dark as we sat there. "I dunno," she sighed and it would have been funny, except it seemed kind of pathetic.