We received so many wonderful submissions for Dude #3 that we just couldn’t include everything we liked, but as always we’ll put extra stuff on this website and our Facebook page. This is one such piece – a story by Melbourne writer KL Joy who we invited to read at our launch last night.
He stands beside me at the cafe, baseball cap pulled down low.
“And does your son want something too?” the waitress asks.
“My… ahem, ah, no, thanks,” I stumble and blush, tapping impatiently as we wait for the coffee to appear. He seems quiet, almost like he hadn’t heard the ‘son’ comment. As we head back to the car hand-in-hand, he lifts his cap to reveal the youthfulness that truly belies his age, still no facial hair apparent. He stops me and turns my face to his; his lips touch mine lightly, subtly at first, then with a hunger that always rises about 12 hours after his T shot! I nearly drop the cup of coffee.
“Let’s get out of here!”
It’s only a couple of blocks to his house, but we don’t make it. The car is parked in a secluded corner of the car park, next to a creek. It’s 5 pm and the afternoon traffic is building around us, like the tide of heat that is building between us. I lock the doors as he unzips his pants, pushing my hand down the front of his Bonds wide band trunks, I feel the bulge, the heat.
“No, not yet…” I say.
My coffee sits on the console between us the warm aroma mingles with the scent of sex, now heavy in the air. His long slender fingers, trail down the side of my cheek. He tries to entice me again.
“Would I do this to my mother?” he says with one eyebrow raised, his fingers continue along the side of my neck to the line of my top, pulling gently until my rising breasts are almost exposed. His mouth follows the line just trailed, and nips at the flesh. That’s enough to bring a groan from my throat that tells its own story.
“There are certainly no ‘motherly’ feelings here, my boy!” I hold my hand to his chest, firm muscles ripple below the palm of my hand and I recall the hours of gym work that go into sculpting his upper body.
Yes… he is my boy, my submissive, my lover, but he is certainly not my SON! I hold him at bay and make sure he knows that I am in control – not his T-shot, not his libido, but me. My will alone will let this happen… or not!
I push him back into the seat. Hat sitting akimbo, he is dishevelled and looking at me as though he wants to devour me. It takes all my self-control to smooth my hair, lift my cup and take a sip of the coffee. The need for caffeine now overrides the other sense of urgency that I waylaid, but only momentarily.
“Hands on your junk boy, I want to see you pleasure yourself. Remember the rules: you need to show me what you like!”
“Yes Ma’am!” Without a second thought, his hand slides his undies down over his slender hips. In seconds, he has his transcock in between his fingers and thumb, stroking it gently, pulling down and out. I watch sipping my coffee, enthralled at it grows,
“Hmmm I think you’re getting bigger there boy!”
“I’d hoped you’d notice that Ma’am, I am…” he said, a sense of pride shining behind his eyes. Fingers moved more swiftly, breath steaming up the windows, as much as the rising steam from the coffee I held. He was stroking, pulling, enjoying. I was watching his face – he was an open book, every touch a page turner.
“Do you want to come for me, boy?”
“Yes please, Ma’am,” begging, breath ragged, still stroking.
“You know what to do then,” I prompted, taking another sip of coffee.
“Please Ma’am, may I reward myself?” he begged looking at me with crystal blue eyes.
“You may.” Within a few short tugs, I saw the flush rise up his chest and cover his face, as he came for me, with me, alone.
KL Joy’s first book Catalyst: Stories of Awakening is available through Hares & Hyenas or on online at kljoy.com. Her second book Desire: Stories of Secret Longing is due out in March 2013, and she also has a free story available through Storm Moon Press.