A Mother Returned Pt. 17

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

When Theodore woke, it was late. He dragged himself to his bathroom and took a long, cool shower. He thought about the dead bodies from the day before. Sure, they'd been assholes, but they were dead because of me. Theodore had punched plenty of people. He'd stabbed Reginald happily enough. But killing people ...

He closed his eyes and let the water run over his face. And if it hadn't been for Decker, I might have been dead instead. As he toweled himself off, he tried to shake it off. He thought of his mother blowing him in the car on the way home ... of her offering her throat for his personal use. He shivered and looked down at his hard cock. How strange to have such wild swings in one day. He thought about fapping, or burying himself in more work investigating. Both were ways to quell his wood. But he decided he would see if she was truly going to drain him whenever he wanted. He thought about the way her pretty face bulged and distorted when she swallowed his dick. Thoughts of the previous day's violence faded away.

Hurriedly, he brushed his teeth and stuffed his hard cock into underwear and trousers. He threw on a shirt, moving so quickly he mismatched his buttons. He didn't bother to tuck his shirt in or put on a tie. He left his room. On the stairs, he heard a woman laughing that he didn't recognize. It was a high, tittering giggle. His mother's familiar chiming bell of a laugh joined in. Had some neighbor come to visit?

When he found them in the sunroom, Theodore could tell the woman wasn't a neighbor. She had a ridiculous, lopsided, pink hairstyle, and she wore clothes that were several years past fashionable. And her gloves had slits in them, exposing narrow views of forbidden flesh. Not even the younger neighbors would be caught dead looking so wild. Theodore liked her instantly.

"Oh, look here. This must be your son that you were always telling me about." Meredith had an easy, warm smile. She turned it toward Theodore as he stood in the doorway. "Penny, you always said you regretted leaving your son, and how you were proud of him." She glanced at her friend conspiratorially. "But you didn't say he was so handsome!"

"He is, isn't he!? I can see why we were friends." Penelope clapped her hands with joy.

"Ms. Meredith Cooks, may I introduce Mr. Theodore Nisha." Winifred held out her hand in welcome.

"Um ... I didn't know we had company." Theodore bowed to Meredith and hastily tucked in his shirt. He looked down at his trousers and realized his erection was now making a visible tent. He quickly untucked his shirt again and hung the flaps artfully to conceal his bulge. "You know Ms. Cooks, Mom?"

Meredith rose, gave a quick curtsy, and sat.

Penelope nodded to her son. "Well, it seems it's a bit complicated. We spent time together when I was gone. When I ... was disappeared." Penelope's smile fell. "I'm afraid I don't remember it. But we were together at an off-the-grid resort of sorts. A place where people go to get away from everything." Penelope saw the suspicion on her son's face. "She has genuine photos of us together there. Apparently, we were quite close. She says that one day, I went to meet some people, and I never came back. I wasn't scheduled to leave. She looked for me and ran into our friend Decker. Yesterday, he sent her my address after we left him. He thought she might be helpful. And the dear detective did want me to have friends. Do you remember him saying so?" She waited for her son to respond. "No? Well, you had lost a lot of blood at the time. I'm so glad it's all back in your body." She glanced at his poorly hidden morning erection. "Anyway, she's here and ... oh, my, we should offer you some breakfast, Ms. Cooks."

"She ... knew you?" Theodore might have thought that such an enormous gift falling into their laps might extinguish his erection. To the contrary, seeing this odd, slender woman in his house made him all that much harder.

"Your mother is an absolute dear. She helped me when I was in trouble. We only knew each other a couple months. I ..." Meredith looked at her friend. "I am hungry. I would love something to eat."

"I'm already fixing breakfast in the kitchen." Winifred gave the room her mechanical smile, standing near the eastern bank of windows.

"Nonsense, Winnie. I'll cook us breakfast." Penelope rose.

"But ... you can't cook." Meredith rose to her feet, too. She followed Penelope out of the room. They both passed Theodore, who was still standing in the doorway. Penelope kissed him on the cheek as she went by, so Meredith did the same. She giggled at the look of confusion on his face.

"A good mother and wife enjoys preparing meals for her family." Penelope walked into the kitchen and put on an apron. "Winifred has been teaching me." She shooed the Winifred robot that was preparing eggs away and began collecting ingredients for a more substantial meal.

"Tell us about the place you met my mother." Theodore wandered in after them. He sat on a stool and pulled himself forward so that the counter hid his boner.

"Serenity Valley is the name." Meredith sat next to Theodore and brushed her pink hair behind her shoulder. She studied him closely as she talked. "It took me more than a year to raise the funds needed for a stay there. It's on a farm with animals and everything. But the real draw is the isolation, and the advanced memory center. Over time, they can change the life you lived. Or at least, your memory of it. Or so they say. I'm not totally sure what my life was like before going to Serenity Valley, but I certainly love it now."

Theodore glanced at Winifred.

Winifred mouthed: Divorced.

Theodore looked back at Meredith. "So, you had a husband before you went there? That's why you went?"

"No ... I don't think so." Meredith shook her head. "That doesn't sound right to me." A dark cloud passed over her face, but it was quickly gone, and she was smiling again. "They also have games there. I can play tennis now!"

"They keep you there?" Theodore stared at her.

Meredith shrugged. "You're free to come and go depending on the timing of your treatments, but there's no access to the feed, so all communication goes through the central office. Which makes sense, since they're giving us new lives."

"You don't remember your husband?" Theodore's heart suddenly went cold. Did she try and remove me? Mom wouldn't go that far ... would she?

"I never had a husband." Meredith shook her head firmly.

"But my mother talked about me. She didn't forget me." He gripped the edge of the cool counter, his body tense.

"Yes, she spoke highly of you and Mr. Nisha." Meredith nodded.

"What did I want to forget, Ms. Cooks?" Penelope was listening intently as she sifted flour.

"Call me Meredith, Penny." Meredith smiled at her friend. "My understanding is that something happened to you recently. After you ... um ..." She glanced at Theodore and Winifred. "After you moved out. Or maybe just before. Something happened that you wanted to change."

"What could it be?" Penelope tried to calm her trembling hands. Something terrible must have happened to her. "How could I not remember something like that?"

"Well ..." Meredith tapped the side of her head knowingly.

"They fucked up, didn't they? They erased her mind completely after whatever happened." Theodore's mind raced. "Where is Serenity Valley?"

"It's in Wisconsin." Meredith took a bubbling grapefruit spritzer from Winifred and nodded a thank you. She sipped it. "Isn't this delightful?! Yum."

"But that's nowhere near the hospital where Mom reappeared." Theodore frowned. "Did they fucking dump her two states over?"

"Language, Teddy." Penelope felt queasy.

Winifred put a lemon spritzer water in front of Theodore.

Meredith leaned toward him. "I like your language, Teddy," she whispered, clinking her glass against his.

"I'm going to ask you some more questions," Theodore said. "Please answer to the best of your ability.

"Of course." Meredith nodded eagerly.

Theodore queried her for more than an hour, right until breakfast was served. Unfortunately, he learned little more from the woman.

~~

After breakfast, Meredith joined the Nishas for a walk in the park. Cora was happy to get out, and Penelope was delighted to regale her friend with the story of Theodore's bravery when he squared off against those dog-napping ruffians. Meredith clapped her hands and complimented his heroics. Theodore shoved his hands in his pockets and tried not to smile.

Later in the day, Penelope invited Meredith to stay with them for a few days. Meredith happily accepted. She had left her bags at the train station, too polite to show up with luggage unannounced. Winifred fetched her bags and made up a spare bedroom for their guest.

Supper was a couple hours away when Theodore heard a knock at his door. He closed the screen he was using to research Serenity Valley. "Yeah? Come in." He swiveled in his chair toward the door. His door opened, and he watched Meredith's cheery face enter. He noted that she'd changed into a different, equally unfashionable outfit. Her new gloves covered even less of her hands. He eyed the diamonds of pale skin that were exposed.

"You have a wonderful house." Meredith closed the door behind her and stood with her hands clasped. "Your mother is cooking supper, and she asked me to check on you. Is there anything you need?" She gave him her most disarming smile. The young man was clearly the guarded type. She had a soft spot for that kind of man. He was practically begging to be charmed out of his pants.

"I ... um ... I'm good." Theodore didn't return her smile. It wasn't that he didn't like her. He did. It was that he didn't feel like smiling and couldn't force it. He had no idea how his mother was always putting a smile on her face when she wasn't happy.

"You're so serious. I bet you're thinking about Serenity Valley. Your mother told me that you two have been looking into her disappearance. I'm happy that I was able to help." She winked at him. "Maybe I can be helpful in other ways, too?"

"No, I'm fine." Theodore shook his head. The woman's blue eyes and wide smile were captivating. There was an untamed feeling about her, like she'd just stepped out of the wild. She turned to go, so he thought of something to keep her there. "Did my mother really speak about me, Ms. Cooks? At Serenity Valley, I mean."

"All the time." Meredith walked over to the bed and sat on the edge near Theodore. She put her hand on his knee in a friendly, familiar way. "She adores you. It broke her heart to leave you."

Theodore felt his fists clench reflexively. His face heated with anger. "If she adores me, why did she leave?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. She never told me directly. I think ... she just needed some space from your father. She married him when she was young, and he was older." She cocked her head and looked into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind that I'm being frank with you. You seem mature enough to handle it. You're quite the specimen of a man for nineteen."

His rage ebbed. Theodore nodded. "Tell me more." His fingers uncoiled.

"She alluded to some things with me. So, I'm ... you know ... filling in some blanks on my own." Meredith squeezed his knee. "Is it hot in here?"

"No." He shook his head.

"It must be me, then." Meredith unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She wasn't built with outlandish curves like her friend, but she was proud of what she had. And she could see the teenager peeking at her cleavage. That made her all the more proud. "My understanding is that she was planning for a short time away from you. She wanted to clear her head. To see what the world was like outside of your father's protective umbrella. Unfortunately, the world is cruel. As I said before, something bad happened to her. I don't know what it was, but it set off a series of misadventures that led her to Serenity Valley."

"Where did she get the money for Serenity Valley? What she left our house with must have run out long before she checked in there."

"I told you before, I don't know. But I think it was the product of one of her misadventures." Meredith leaned forward and squeezed his thigh.

"You mean she whored herself?" He furrowed his brow.

"No ... fuck no, Teddy." She reassuringly rubbed his thigh. "She was always quite clear that she'd never been with a man other than Felix. At least not since they were married. But I'm guessing you don't want to know about your mother's sex life before she was married. Rest assured, she was always true to your father, even when she needed space to breathe. Why would she ever stray when she had such handsome men at home?"

"She left us, Ms. Cooks."

"She needed to clear her head, Teddy." Meredith slid her hand farther up his thigh. She was now leaning forward and giving him a splendid view of her cleavage. "Have I mentioned how handsome you are? You're very easy on the eyes. Just like your mother."

"Are you ... flirting with me?" Theodore judged her to be about thirty-five. Her style was eccentric, but she was self-assured and pretty. Why would she be interested in a teenager? I must be misreading it.

"Thank Jove, you've figured it out!" She let out a long, playfully exasperated breath. "I've been coming on to you all day. Wait, don't look at me like that. Your mother said you didn't have a girlfriend."

"I don't ... I mean ... I'm sort of seeing someone. But ... I'm not courting her ... or anything." He could suddenly hear his pulse in his ears. His blood was racing, much of it making its way to his dick, which lurched in his trousers.

"You're free then. So, what's the problem?" Meredith raised her eyebrows like she'd just figured out a puzzle. "Oh, you've never been with an older woman. Well, I assure you, older bodies can be quite attractive. Let me show you." She quickly stood and unbuttoned the rest of her bodice. She could see that she certainly had his attention now. Her bodice removed, she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and tossed it onto his bed. "What do you think? They're nice, right? Tell me, do I excite you?"

"My mom's downstairs. Winifred's watching us right now." Theodore stared at her pale boobs. They certainly weren't as big as his mother's. Nor did they match Victoria's in size. But they were well proportioned for Meredith's slender frame, and they hung beautifully on her chest. Her pink nipples were thick and rosy.

"Okay, let's try this. If your AI is watching, what do you think she thinks of my boobs? Do they please her?" Meredith shimmied her shoulders side to side, making her tits dance.

"Um ..." Theodore said.

~~

Downstairs, Penelope was laboring over the stove. Winifred was beside her, offering guidance.

"If we could pause one moment, I have some news." Winifred kept her tone even.

"Yes, Winnie. What is it?" Penelope stepped back and leaned her butt on the counter. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel while looking at Winifred.

"You sent your friend to check on Theodore?"

"So I did." Penelope nodded.

"It seems that she is currently attempting to have sex with Theodore in his room."

"Oh, gosh. Really?" Penelope dabbed her forehead with the dishtowel. "I ... I ... hhhmmmm." She tapped her foot and tried to sort through her emotions. "I should be upset about that. I'm sure that would be the proper response. But instead ... it sort of seems nice. Are you upset, Winnie? I know I've vexed you with such things surrounding Teddy."

"No, this seems comparatively normal. Ms. Cooks is harmless enough. Given how things have been lately, I wouldn't mind if Teddy is reminded that there are other women out there."

"Winnie! I'm not possessive of him, am I? I would encourage him to ask another young woman out on a date. But ... you know. Things are what they are. And we only have a short time until Felix comes home. And I want to help him with his investigation." Penelope caught some sort of subversive look on the robot's face. "Why are you looking at me like that? You know I can't read your expressions well."

"Nothing." Winifred shook her head. "It just seems that you and your friend share interests. It's no wonder you became friends."

"Oh, my gosh, Winifred Nisha!" Penelope laughed. She couldn't help it. Her mirth rang out in the kitchen. When she'd calmed a little, Penelope eyed the robot speculatively. "You're my friend, too. I wonder, do you share my interests? I mean, is that what you're driving at?" She gestured at the robot's body. "If it wasn't for your hard curves and incompatible physical features, would you be all over Teddy, too? Maybe he's just irresistible."

"He's resistible, Penny. I love him deeply, but I have no sex drive. I am incapable of seeing any of you that way." Winifred was watching the developments in Theodore's room as she talked to Penelope. "Should I update you on what your friend and son are doing?"

"No, give them their privacy." Penelope said the words, but thinking of Theodore showing her friend his giant penis sent her into one of her spells. Her tummy spun, her palms grew clammy, and her vagina thrummed. "Of course, I know you don't have an eye for sex. It's refreshing that you don't care about such things, given how much it ... um ... occupies my mind. Can you take over supper preparation for a little while? I need to use the lady's room." She needed to rub her clitoris until she exploded.

"Yes, of course." Winifred nodded.

~~

"Shit ... Ms. Cooks ... that's fucking good." Theodore was naked, as was the older woman. He was sitting on his bed, Meredith was on her knees on the floor. She had one of his balls in her mouth, his cock covering half her face. With her uncovered eye, she was staring at him. She was just as hot-for-it as his mother. I can see why they were friends. "I can ... see ... why you're friends ... with Mom."

With a plop, she pushed his testicle out of her mouth, grasped his cock with her hand, and moved it to the side. Meredith gave him a quizzical look. "Does your mother suck your balls often, Teddy?" She giggled at the preposterousness of it. The Penelope she knew was not liberated sexually. Despite leaving her husband, Penelope had been hung up on Felix. When Meredith had kissed and groped her friend at Serenity Valley, Penelope had barely responded. It was clear that Penelope hadn't left her family for a sexual revolution like Meredith had. Even if Theodore hadn't been Penelope's son, Meredith was sure her friend wouldn't have put the moves on the handsome teenager. "Cat got your tongue?" Meredith was still tittering at the image of Penelope gobbling her son's massive balls. "I asked if your mother enjoys your fat dick as much as I do." Meridith turned her attention to the cock in her stroking hands.

Theodore stared at her. Does she know? Is she some sort of spy for Dad? He shook his head. He was being paranoid, that didn't make any sense. No words came out of his mouth despite his seeing that she was waiting for a response.

"Sorry. Sometimes my tongue runs away from me. Why would you want to talk about your mother at a time like this? I'll make it up to you." She pushed him back on the bed. "My ... I love how solid and thick you are." She squeezed his belly with one hand and his cock with the other. Still holding both, she mounted him and hovered her pussy over his dick.

"Condom?" Finally, Theodore found speech.

Meredith wrinkled her nose in disgust. "They tied my tubes at Serenity Valley." She released his ample belly and rubbed her flat one. "This is a happily barren zone. No babies here. Still want a condom?" She rubbed the fat head of his cock on her slippery nether lips.