Chapter 3
Leo held his tongue until they were inside the white Porsche Cayenne. Then he spewed with excitement and unease, his awkwardness melting away in order to get the words out.
"That was insane , mom! Boy, you really showed them! They clammed up super quick!"
Lissa smirked, as she push-started the engine and secured her seatbelt. Snugly, between her already parted breasts. She then noticed her son's gaze fall to them.
"Thanks, honey," she said, and he immediately realized he was ogling her. He shook his head, mumbled an apology, and withdrew to pull his seatbelt. "No, baby. You don't need to apologize. I like that you stare."
Fuck it, she figured; why not vault a few stages and get right to it. He was a "big boy" afterall.
She was amused by his bewildered reaction. So cute, too. Even if Leo wasn't particularly attractive, he was adorable to her. His mannerisms and vulnerability made him this way.
"You…You do?" He asked.
"Yes. I love the attention. From everyone, to be honest. I mean, I was a model for decades, remember? But now that I'm retired, I really cherish your attention the most. And frankly…" She leaned closer, across the center console. "Mommy misses her baby boy."
"M-Mommy!" He gasped, and his right hand jerked forward, squeezing her left breast, where it oozed over the seatbelt pressed under it. So full and supple. He sank his fingers into it.
"I knew you had the courage," she said softly.
He gasped, and withdrew his hand. "Oh my, o-oh my god, I…I just totally violated you, Mommy! I'm sorry, I should've…asked first, or…"
Lissa shook her head. She leaned back, unfastened her seatbelt, and then leaned forward again. Her chest hung over his lap for a moment, and he had no idea how to react. Then, as she opened the glovebox to dig through it, one of her breasts nudged his vertical boner, the basketball shorts a measly veil. He bit his bottom lip and suppressed a moan.
When she withdrew, closing the glovebox, she brandished a cell phone. It didn't have a case. She held down the power button, and slowly the iPhone turned on.
"Wait…what…what's—"
"Emergency phone, well, backup, basically," Lissa said. "Check this out. I bet you those two dummies didn't even realize I left my purse there. In fact, I bet they aren't even gonna wait for the car to drive off before they start talking smack."
Leo was confused.
"And no, sweetheart," she said. "You didn't violate me. I love your attention, and love that you took action. Touched me. In all honesty, darling, I…I'm not attracted to you. At all. And although I can acknowledge that my girls are beautiful…unfortunately…I'm not gay, either. Maybe bi. But that's not the point. I just want you to know…I love all three of you. That said, I love you fathoms more than I love those two cunts ."
Leo's head recoiled slightly.
Lissa smirked, and shrugged.
"And how much I love you, baby, it's…it's strange. I feel fulfilled, in life, spiritually even, when you let me baby you. You can be a big boy and still be Mommy's sweetie-pie. You can ogle Mommy like a piece of meat and still be the pride and joy of my heart. Because I know you're a good person, an absolute gentleman, and compassionate boy. Which makes your sisters' behavior toward you, and me, absolutely unacceptable."
"How…How did you know that they…b-bully me?"
Lissa sighed, and swiped the phone.
"I didn't, not a hundred percent, until now. But I had my suspicions just ten minutes ago. Now here, check this out. My main phone is still in my purse, in the kitchen, supposing they didn't dig through it like the little nosy bitches they are."
Leo watched her enter a security-camera app on the old iPhone, and next thing he knew they were staring at the kitchen ceiling. There was a lot of darkness to the view, likely obstructions within the bowels of the purse.
"It's one-way, so don't worry, they can't hear us, but…" Lissa thumbed the volume-up button on the side of the phone.
Jenna and Izzy's overlapping voices poured through. Leo was slightly startled, but then it dawned on him his mom's genius.
Until the girls stopped talking over each other and took turns. The voices were a little muffled given that the phone's mic was deep in the purse. But still coherent.
"…like, where the hell did that even come from ?" One of them said. The girls not only looked almost identical, from the neck down, but sounded awfully similar too. Jenna was generally less whiny than Izzy, but it was often hard to discern.
"Probably the depths of her soulless, fat ass," Izzy replied.
Immediately, both Lissa and Leo knew that was Izzy.
"I can't believe she said that!" Leo exclaimed. He reached for his door handle, but Lissa, smirking, held him back.
"I appreciate your vigor, sweetie. Really. Try to hold onto it. But hey, she's got a point. Mommy does have a fat ass. I mean… you like it, don't you?"
He didn't know how to respond.
She guided his left hand across the center console to squeeze her thigh. He gulped and nodded, then squeezed on his own accord. She smiled real big, until the girls' voices continued through the live feed on her phone.
"And what the F was that threat ?" Jenna scoffed. "Bossing us around like we're slaves . Technically we're already women , ya know?"
"And in a year I'll be a certifiable adult," Izzy said. "Bitch should treat us like adults, not wittle babies . Hell, she pampers Geekazoid so much I'm surprised he doesn't wear a diaper."
Jenna laughed. "Right. Maybe when we're not looking."
Amid their talking were sounds of plates and silverware, proving that the girls were still, in fact, getting ready for dinner.
Lissa huffed, and muted the feed. She stuffed the phone between her upper thighs, then reached over to touch her son's twitching, thinly covered boner. He gasped and his pelvis flinched. Lissa's previous expression of contempt about her daughters' gossip transitioned into a smirk.
"Why…Why'd you mute it?" He asked.
"I've heard all I need ed to. "
"W-What now?"
"A little change of plans, sweetie. Why don't you get out, and wait for Mommy right there. Don't shut the door, in case they hear."
He nodded, albeit puzzled. As he exited the Cayenne, so did she, and met him on the passenger side. Then she guided him to the back, so they weren't visible from the house's windows or front door peephole.
Leo began to question her intentions, and then she flagged his shorts down, exposed boner bobbing free. Pre-cum dribbled in ropes, and she half-gasped half-laughed, suppressed by a raised hand.
" Because of me , darling?" Lissa asked.
"I…I mean, I—" Leo gulped and then shrugged. Suddenly his hand bolted up and squeezed one of her breasts, nearly pulling it free from the halter-top. His fingers sank into the fat and his cock throbbed visibly. Then he felt his mom's hand grip it, and pump, as if shaking a bottle. His neck and shoulders felt weak; his head toppled against her, face pressing into her arm. She was neither muscular nor obese, but a tall, thick, strong woman.
Suddenly Leo's hips thrusted where he stood, fucking his Mommy's hand.
He stuttered on a G-word, got hung up on the first syllable, then abandoned it and whimpered out an exclamation—
" Make me f-fucking NUT, Mommy !"
His hips thrusted so hard that her folded pinky dug into his balls, and Leo shot cum onto the driveway. Even in the night, tainted by the front porchlight, Lissa could see the arcs of white. Her son came with such virility and oomph, she was impressed. His virgin balls drained themselves with a surprising volume, despite having been barely stimulated.
Something about it all was quite flattering.
And gave her pervert mind a torrent of ideas.
"Such a good boy," she said, and lifted his chin with her free hand. She puckered her plump lips and smooched him firmly.
With Leo essentially in her palm, and the power of maturity, wealth, and motherhood, Lissa knew she could claim complete despotism over her daughters