Multiple Units #107

"Really? Just up and kicked y'all out?" Tim asked. "Damn. Let me get with Bob and see, huh?"

Barbara knew 'let me get with Bob' was code for 'No.' Quietly, she thanked Tim and returned to her task.

"Now, if you was to maybe blow me," Tim muttered to himself, watching Barbara's compact backside walk away.

Barbara came home to the apartment more mentally drained than physically exhausted. Brandon was again sitting on the small futon, again watching 'The Rodney Prejean Hour.' The topic of the day was Parasols Magazine and Rodney was interviewing Bobby Elswell, the Chief Executive Officer as well as head photographer of the magazine.

"So, as head photographer, you're the one gets to see all these beauties nude?" Rodney leered.

"That man know how do anything but be sleazy?" Barbara commented.

"Bet he doesn't give his own son a lap dance," Brandon spat at her.

"Oh? But his son's probably not as handsome as my son is," Barbara smiled and plopped down on Brandon's lap.

"Mom! Shit, huh? Come on," Brandon yelled.

"Oh calm down," Barbara ordered, kissed him on his lips and got off of him. "Did I? Aw, shoot, I forgot take the chicken wings out to defrost."

Barbara fixed them each a fried egg and American cheese sandwich along with chips. She cleaned the kitchen, then showered and dressed for bed, even though it was still daylight out.

"So, what we watching?" Barbara asked, again holding the fuzzy blanket underneath her arm.

"Nothing. There ain't nothing on," Brandon groused.

"Oh well, get us another movie?" Barbara suggested, smoothing the blanket over their laps.

An 'Eighties style teen sex comedy was selected. Both mother and son rolled their eyes at the implausible plot and the obvious foibles of the characters. Barbara leaned against her son's bare arm as they watched the silly romp. Her left hand rested on his bare thigh, just beneath his micro-briefs.

"She's going tell her she's got a huge crush on her," Barbara suggested.

"You think?" Brandon smirked as the 'teen' did confess to her 'teacher' that she did have a crush on the attractive female teacher.

Barbara's hand brushed against Brandon's throbbing cock as the two women kissed. He jerked slightly, but did not say anything.

"Brandon! How, how big are you?" Barbara asked when her hand again brushed against his five inch erection.

"Huh? I'm about two, maybe two ten," Brandon said.

"No, I mean," Barbara said and lifted the blanket.

"Mom! Shit, huh?" Brandon complained.

"Oh my! You know, Kevin, your father? He was only maybe about three inches; that thing is huge!" Barbara declared.

"Mom, come on, huh?" Brandon whined.

"Let me..." Barbara said, folding the blanket down.

Brandon grunted and jumped when Barbara's hand pulled down the waistband of his briefs. He struggled against her as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock.

"Aw, God damn it, Mom," Brandon screamed as a geyser of semen jetted out of his cock.

"Oh my! Holy cow!" Barbara whooped, watching the semen jetting out of her boy's meat.

"I hate you!" Brandon sobbed out. "Hear me? I fucking hate you!"

"Oh, quit your whining. Here. Let me clean it up," Barbara ordered, still pumping Brandon's hard cock.

"Ugh! Mmmoooommm!" Brandon bellowed as Barbara bent her head and began licking his cock clean of his sticky mess.

"There," Barbara said, pulling his briefs up over his still quite rampant erection.

Brandon sat, seemingly frozen to the spot. When the closing credits began to roll over a backdrop of several scantily clad nubile bodies, Barbara leaned over and kissed his lips.

"Good night," she cheerfully said.

"Uh huh," Brandon mumbled.

She then licked his lips while giving his hard cock a playful squeeze through the fuzzy blanket.

The moment her bedroom door closed, Brandon peeled blanket and underwear down and gripped his cock in his fist. He pumped his hand furiously up and down his cock, reliving the feeling of his first blow job.

In the morning, Barbara was bent over, peering into the refrigerator. She was still dressed in her skimpy panties and short, snug tee shirt. Her compact backside wiggled and waggled as she looked in the depths of the appliance.

Brandon walked up behind his mother, hard cock leading the way. He grabbed her hips and thrust his underwear clad cock against her underwear clad buttocks.

Last night, as he had spurted his load of semen into his pumping fist, Brandon had come to a decision; if his mother was going to be inappropriate, he would participate. He would no longer deny his attraction to her, his lust for her.

"Brandon!" Barbara giggled as her son dry-humped her buttocks.

"Mom, Frosted Flakes right there, milk's right there, what are you looking for?" Brandon asked, still rubbing his cock against the furrow of her buttocks.

"Anything else but Frosted Flakes and milk," Barbara said, thrusting back against him. "But I need to hurry; they did inventory last night."

They sat and ate their breakfast, then Barbara asked him to please put the bowls into the dishwasher. She was already pulling her sleep shirt off as she stood from the table.

Inventory had revealed that at least one person, most likely three or four people were stealing from O'Neil's Furniture. Now, the inventory, the items actually in stock needed to be matched up against sales receipts.

"Looks like you going get that full-time you was asking about," Tim snapped at Barbara as she began the laborious task of sorting through the computer records against the hard copies.

"She's, you're looking go full-time?" Bob O'Neil asked. "Thought you wanted be home for uh, oh shoot, it's on tip of my tongue..."

"Brandon?" Barbara suggested.

"That's it! Brandon! Thought you wanted be home when he got off the bus?" Bob said.

"Mr. O'Neil, Brandon graduated last spring," Barbara smiled.

"Oh! Well then," Bob smiled and ordered Tim to put Barbara on as full time staff.

Tim wasn't pleased; he'd hoped to manipulate the attractive woman into a sexual relationship. His brother, however, just took Tim's only leverage away from him.

Two of the salespeople actually resigned before Barbara could find that they had bumped their sales figures up. Tim ordered Barbara to keep digging; keep looking for more proof, more information.

Barbara was exhausted when she returned to the apartment. Brandon readily agreed that they could order a pizza. This started a friendly argument of where to order the pizza from, and what to get put on their pizza.

"Fine, get whatever you want," Barbara smiled, unzipping her dress. "I'm going take a quick shower."

Brandon watched his mother undress as she walked from living room to her bedroom. Then he called Domino's and ordered what she had wanted.

Barbara did not close her bedroom door. She did close her bathroom door against the chill of the air-conditioner; Brandon had the unit down to sixty four degrees in an effort to quickly cool the stuffy unit down.

Moments after leaving her bedroom, now dressed in panties and tee shirt, a hard knock sounded at the door. Barbara grabbed her purse.

"Here, you get it," Barbara ordered Brandon, holding out a twenty dollar bill.

"What? You're closer," Brandon smirked.

"Brandon! I'm not dressed!" Barbara giggled.

Brandon grabbed the twenty dollar bill and opened the door just as the girl prepared to knock a second time. He paid for the pizza and accepted the change.

"Brandon, give that girl two bucks, huh?" Barbara ordered from the safety of the kitchen.

"Thanks, ma'am," the girl smiled.

"Domino's? Thought you didn't like them," Barbara smiled when Brandon closed the door.

"Not really, but you like them," Brandon smiled, putting the box on the table.

"Aw! Thanks, Sweetheart," Barbara cooed, putting two plates and two cups of fruit punch onto the table.

"Mom, why we don't get beer?" Brandon asked.

"Because I'm a light weight," Barbara said. "Two beers and I'm out of it."

After they finished the pizza, Barbara ordered Brandon to take the garbage out. She yelped, then giggled when he gave her panty clad buttocks a playful slap.

"So, where'd you go look today?" Barbara asked as they searched for something to watch on the television.

"That A and A soap place said they'd keep my application on hand; there's always turnover," Brandon said.

"Oh! And I could drop you off on my way to O'Neil's," Barbara said.

Brandon conceded and let his mother find a Lifetime movie to watch. She cuddled against him as they watched the movie.

"Aw!" Barbara let out a sigh when the woman's previously unresponsive, emotionally detached boyfriend had an epiphany and became a loving, devoted boyfriend.

She snuggled tightly against Brandon. He rolled his eyes at her.

"You ever get a girlfriend? That's how you should treat her," Barbara counseled.

"Oh? Um, like getting Domino's even when Brick's is better?" Brandon suggested.

"Yes!" Barbara smiled and kissed him on his lips.

She jerked when Brandon's tongue flicked against her lips. She released her hold on his right bicep, scooting slightly away from him.

Brandon took the opportunity to put his right arm around his mother's slim shoulders, pulling her back against himself. Barbara put out her hands. One hand went against his chest, the other against his thigh.

"Brandon!" Barbara now protested.

"What? Rubbing yourself all up against me but now..." Brandon asked, confused.

"Sweetheart, that's just me being silly, being playful," Barbara said.

"And getting naked in front of me?" Brandon continued.

"Oh, come on, it's not like we've never seen each other naked before," Barbara said, getting to her feet.

"Huh?" Brandon said, thoroughly confused by the mixed signals his mother had been sending out.

"Goodnight," Barbara said.

She kissed him on his lips. Brandon returned her kiss, but kept his hands to himself, kept his tongue in his mouth.

In her room, Barbara replayed the incident. She could see how her child could have misconstrued her actions and felt guilt well up in her guts. Laying down on her bed, Barbara did slide her hand into her panties, did rub her little pleasure bump as she thought about her wanton, silly, playful behavior, and the unintended consequences her behavior had created.

"Oh!" Barbara grunted as she thought about the hand job and the semi-blow job she'd performed on her son the other night.

Barbara could now see how Brandon would be confused. Barbara could see how her Brandon might misread her actions, see them as some form of seduction.

The next afternoon, Barbara stopped and purchased two six packs of St. Elizabeth's Lager, along with a pack of hot dogs, a pack of buns, and two cans of canned chili. She hoped that this little 'celebration' would warm up the relationship between her and her son. He'd been very quiet that morning at the breakfast table.

Thinking of breakfast, Barbara also grabbed a roll of cinnamon buns. Kevin had always complained when Barbara bought the Pillsbury brand, rather than the bargain brand, reminding her that money didn't grow on trees. But she and Brandon preferred the Pillsbury over the bargain brand.

"All right!" Brandon said happily when Barbara showed him the beer.

"And since I don't go in until ten tomorrow, I can have two beers," Barbara giggled, delighted at her son's happiness.

They ate hot dogs and chili, each drinking a beer with dinner. Then, they settled on the couch, each with another can of beer in hand.

Again, Brandon let his mother find a Lifetime movie for them to watch. It was a romantic comedy, the woman was trapped in a loveless marriage, was completely clueless to her next door neighbor's attraction to her.

"Aw!" Barbara sighed when the woman finally comprehended her neighbor and friend's romantic feelings.

"See?" Barbara told Brandon. "You love someone? Don't give up. Sooner or later, you going get her."

She belched, then giggled. Brandon manufactured a belch of his own and she gasped, lightly slapping him on his arm.

"Aw!" Barbara sighed as the woman and next door neighbor kissed passionately while the credits rolled.

"Whew! Told you, two beers and I'm..." Barbara said, leaning heavily against Brandon.

Barbara felt hands, loving hands on her breasts. The thin material of her tee shirt rasped against her sensitive nipples. Barbara moaned her approval as the hands lightly squeezed her small breasts. She helped as the hands pulled her tee shirt up and off.

"OH, yes," Barbara hissed when a hot mouth began sucking on her nipple.

"Bite, I like them...ugh!" Barbara moaned.

"Okay, Sweetheart," Barbara coached as a hot mouth clumsily lapped at her pussy. "You're looking for my little bump. Right, ugh! Yes! Yes, right there, that's it, oh!"

"Oh baby!" Barbara enthused as a thick cock pushed into her wet pussy. "Ugh, yes, fuck me. Oh that's it."

It was two thirty one in the morning when Barbara wearily wobbled out of her bed. She staggered into her bathroom and plopped down on the commode.

Despite a slight headache, Barbara felt an odd euphoria. Dabbing at her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, Barbara felt her pussy lips were plump, puffy. She giggled and gave her clitoris a quick little rub.

Climbing back into bed, Barbara suddenly sat bolt upright. Brandon was in her bed.

Barbara turned on the small bedside lamp and looked. Brandon's face was peaceful as he slumbered. Barbara looked down and saw that her son was nude. She realized, she too was nude. And her son's pubic hair looked matted, sticky.

"Oh no!" Barbara groaned. "We didn't. Did we?"

When she attempted to rouse Brandon, he just grunted and moved away. Resigned, Barbara turned off the bedside lamp

When it was Sunday, she and Kevin would lay in bed, his muscled arms holding her, his hands groping, squeezing her breasts. He would slide his cock into her wet pussy from behind, would thrust into her.

"It's not Sunday," Barbra thought as Kevin's fingers pinched, twisted her sensitive nipples.

His cock was filling her pussy with his cream and Barbara hoped that she'd finally give Kevin the child he'd always wanted. Their little Brandon called Kevin 'Daddy' but Kevin always said he wanted another child, a child of his own.

"Ugh, yes," Barbara hissed in orgasm.

The alarm woke her and Barbara again sat bolt upright. Brandon was in her bed and her mound and upper thighs were sticky with semen.

"Brandon! Wake up," Barbara snapped.

He listened to her for a moment. She tried to be sympathetic, but firm when she told Brandon that what they had done, their having sex with one another was wrong. She told him they would just put last night, this morning down as a drunken incident.

"But I wasn't drunk," Brandon said and kissed her.

"Brandon!" Barbara squealed as he easily pushed her into her pile of pillows.

"Brandon!" she protested, then moaned as his hard cock slid into her wet pussy.

"Love you, Mom," Brandon grunted as he pushed his hard cock into her tight pussy.

"Ugh! Yes, love you too, Baby boy," Barbara keened in orgasm.

Barbara was distracted at work. Thankfully, the hard work was already completed; she could concentrate on that day's receipts.

Barbara dawdled after her shift was over, unsure of what to do. Sooner or later, she would have to go home. Sooner or later, she would have to face her baby boy and tell her baby boy that they simply could not ever have sex again.

"It's wrong; I'm your mother, for God's sake," Barbara rehearsed as she drove home, to their apartment.

"Hey, what? What's this?" Barbara asked when she came into the apartment.

There was the smell of food being cooked. There were two candles on their small table, twinkling merrily. The television wasn't blaring some late afternoon broadcast.

"Meatloaf," Brandon announced. "And string beans and carrots."

"Wow; I should be late more often," Barbara said, hugging him.

She stretched up and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. Releasing him, Barbara went into her bedroom, unzipping her dress.

"Got time for me to take a shower?" Barbara asked, dropping her bra onto her dress.

"Uh, mm, 'bout twenty minutes?" Brandon deduced. "So, uh, yeah, don't take one of them two hour long showers."

"Brandon!" Barbara giggled, sticking her head into the kitchen. "When have I ever?"

In her shower, Barbara did take the time to masturbate. She also took the time to shave pits, legs, and pussy.

"Damn, was about send Coast Guard out to get you," Brandon joked when Barbara stepped out of her bedroom, dressed in skimpy tee shirt and small bikini panties.

"Oh, hush you," Barbara giggled.

Brandon even served the meal, placing her plate down first. They ate, talking about their day; he'd been to a few places in the Courtyard Mall in Pinoak, as well as a few restaurants in and around Elgee.

"Guess shouldn't have waited until after everyone graduated," Brandon admitted.

After dinner, Barbara debated with herself, then decided she'd have a second can of beer.

"Brandon," Barbara started, after taking a hefty gulp of her beer. "I uh, listen, what we did, what happened last night..."

"Erk!" Barbara grunted as Brandon picked her up in his chubby arms.

His tongue slid into her mouth. Barbara sucked on his tongue, hands entwined in his thick mop of hair.

Brandon carried his mother into her bedroom. He pulled his mouth from her mouth long enough to lay her onto her bed.

"Brandon, this is wrong," Barbara protested as he pulled her tee shirt up and off.

"I'm your mother," she protested as she lifted her hips so that he could slide her panties down and off.

"This is incest; it's wrong, Sweetheart, you do understand that, right?" Barbara pleaded with her son as her fingers wrapped around his rampant cock.

She cried out in orgasm as he slid his hard cock into her drooling pussy. It only took a few pumps and Brandon's sperm was jetting into Barbara's pussy.

"Oh, yes," Barbara hissed, feeling his thick, warm semen flooding her.

Barbara drank her beer, then bent and cleaned Brandon's sticky cock with her mouth. She continued to suck his meat until he again grew hard.

"Now, this, this is one of my favorite positions," Barbara cooed as she got onto hands and knees. "This is also good for ass fucking. 'Course, that fat monster of yours? Don't, oh, ugh, God yes!"

With her encouragement, Brandon slid a spittle wet finger into his mother's rectum while his fat cock pounded her bald pussy. Barbara grunted then keened in orgasm when Brandon slid a second finger into her anal cavity.

In the morning, Brandon made the cinnamon buns while Barbara dressed for work. Barbara ate two of the sticky, gooey treats, while Brandon ate three of them. Then, with a passionate kiss at the door, Barbara left for work.

"This has got to stop," Barbara scolded herself as she drove to work. "It is just wrong, just wrong."

Brandon again had dinner ready when his mother got home. He'd looked up how to make chicken wings and had tater tots to go with the spicy wings. Barbara praised his efforts and they washed down dinner with a beer each.

"Oh! It's, Thursday night? There's that show coming on," Barbara said as Brandon cleaned up their dishes.

They started off watching the show, giving one another gentle touches, soft caresses. By the second commercial break, Barbara was coaching her son on how to eat her pussy to a toe curling, grunting orgasm. By the third commercial break, Barbara was kneeling on the small couch, sucking a second load out of Brandon's fat meat. She turned the television off after he ejaculated down her throat; she had seen very little of the show anyway.

Nearly two months after they'd moved into Venice Apartments, Brandon was hired on at A and A Soaps, working in the shipping department. Cheryl Goodwin, his supervisor was quite aggressive in her flirting, but Brandon informed the heavy-set woman that he had a girlfriend.