He could see Candy sitting at the kitchen table through the back window.

She actually saw him approaching and got up and opened the door before he could knock on it.

"Trent...hi. You look...excited," she murmured.

"I am extremely excited," he replied as he came in.

"Did Mae...talk to you?" she asked.

"Yep. She told me about the deep conversation you had and the fact that you are looking to fuck me," Trent said.

"I...oh my," Candy murmured, smiling awkwardly. She cleared her throat. "Yes. And...is that...on the table?" she asked.

"Yes. I officially have permission from everyone I need it from to rail the fuck out of you," he replied.

"Oh wow." She fanned herself. "That's...really good. Because I've been thinking about it a lot ever since we had that little...exchange." They both paused as they heard footsteps upstairs. "And this is actually perfect timing."

"Ah, yes...I really should talk to Stan about this…" he murmured awkwardly.

"We've already discussed it, but yes, it would be nice to actually have vocal confirmation...he's about to head out for some, mmm, fun of his own," she replied.

"Oh, wow, that is perfect timing." They both looked over as Stan came downstairs, looking...interesting. He was dressed up, his hair combed, and he hesitated as he saw both of them. Trent suddenly felt intense anxiety as he realized he was in probably one of the most socially awkward situations of his life.

He was about to get permission from basically his father-in-law to fuck his mother-in-law. It helped big time that he knew Stan was literally on his way out to go fuck some other chick. He wondered suddenly who it was.

"Hey, Trent," Stan said. "What's up?"

"We had the talk," Candy replied, "and we're set to go. I thought it would be nice if Trent actually heard you give permission."

"Ah. Yes. That's fair," Stan replied, awkwardly. "So, just so we're all on the same page here, um, I'm okay with it if you and Candy...have sex. It won't mess anything up between you and me. And I'm assuming Mae is...all right with...all this."

"Yes," Trent replied. "We had a very frank discussion about it. She's cool with it, she just doesn't want to hear about it."

"That makes sense," Stan said. "Well...have fun."

"You too, sweetheart," Candy replied, walking over and giving him a hug and a kiss. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, babe."

He lingered for just a moment, like he might say something else, then he just nodded and turned around and walked away. A moment later he was out the door, in his car, and driving away.

"I take it everyone else knows about this?" Candy asked, turning back to him.

"Bea, Ann, Melody, and Claire do, yes."

A moment passed. "So...you wanna...you know, get to it?" she asked. "Because I smoked a joint and I'm quite horny and eager to get my hands on you."

Trent looked at her, a little surprised. "I...yeah. Yes. That sounds great."

She chuckled and locked the back door. "I've seen that look before in a lot of porn," she said, walking to the front door. "It's the look of the young man who abruptly realizes that he is in the presence of a cougar who is going to eat him alive. All his puffed-up confidence evaporates, like tissue before the flamethrower that is this much older woman's sexual prowess and intent." She locked the front door and then turned to face him, grinning.

"Holy shit," he muttered.

"Yep," Candy replied. "I...mmm. Did the girls give you any...restrictions?"

"Nope," he said. "They said they, uh, trust us to know what to do."

"Oh goodie. You, Trent, are about to very happily learn a new fact about me: I am a fucking whore. At least for the right man, and there have been not many of those...but you are one of them. Come on, let's have a shower."

"All right."

He walked over to her where she stood at the bottom of the stairs. She took his hand. Trent felt a moment of intense surreality hit him as it occurred to him, some six months ago, he had been standing in this exact spot for the very first time, looking around Mae's house, and then seeing her mom and thinking she was definitely a MILF.

And now they were going to fuck like crazy.

He'd always had the sneaking suspicion that Candy was an absolute freak, although he'd never quite been able to put it into words before now. She grinned at him and took him upstairs, then led him into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, turned it up hot, and then began taking her clothes off.

"Now, Trent, dear," she said, "there is one thing I would like to emphasize. I imagine you already know this, you must given your current lifestyle, but I suspect that you all play a little more loosely with it."

"I'm listening," Trent replied, taking his shirt off.

"What happens here, between you and I, any of this sex stuff we're about to do and that we may do in the future? It is one hundred percent separate from everything else. I am very happy to be your cougar or your mommy or whatever it is you would like me to be, but in any other capacity, nothing has changed about our relationship. I do not want anyone even suspecting that we are having sex, that we are anything but a man and his mother-in-law. Do you understand?"

"I understand," he replied, pulling his pants down. He saw her pause and look him up and down as he finished getting naked. She regained her smile. It was, admittedly, a very nice reaction. "Nothing will change between us, externally. On the other hand…"

"What?" she asked.

"It's just that, you didn't seem to be hiding the fact that you and Jacob fucked," he replied, staring at her, standing there in her bra and panties now.

"I have!" she replied.

"Candy, I could tell for a little while now," he said.

"How?! You mean from that one day where-"

"No, before that," he replied.

"How!?" she demanded.

"Just the way you two were around each other. I mean I haven't known for that long, it just seemed obvious."

"Well...then that's all the more reason you need to keep it on the down low," she replied.

"I will. I promise. Now...how about you finish getting undressed?"

Candy regained her smile slowly, raising an eyebrow. "Should I? Are you eager to see me naked?"

"Um, yeah."

"Why don't you come over here and take my clothes off?"

"...all right," he replied, regaining his foolish grin and stepping up to her. He got closer as he got his hands around behind her back, as her bra was the kind with the hook back there, and she kissed him.

It was kind of like being struck by sexual lightning.

He felt paralyzed as her lips pressed against his and he tasted her for the first time. She moaned as she kissed him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He moved his own tongue in response and they twisted together, touching and caressing and dancing merrily.

She giggled. "You aren't taking my bra off…" she murmured.

"You're, um...you're distracting me, Candy," he managed.

She giggled again and he jumped slightly as he felt her fingers wrap around his erection. "You'd think with all this experience under your belt you wouldn't be so 'stuck in the headlights' about this. Surely I can't be that arousing."

"Well, um, you're a very beautiful woman, Candy," he replied. "And it's...this is...you're my mother-in-law, basically. My girlfriend's mom. And...you're intimidating. You're a lot more, um, sexual than I thought you'd be."

She grinned broader. "I guess it just goes to show you really can't tell who is an absolute slut, can you?"

"I guess not," he managed.

Trent made himself focus as she kissed him again and began massaging his cock. He got her bra unhooked and then slid it down her arms, freeing her big breasts. She got her free hand out of one strap, but refused to let go of his dick and so her bra hung loosely around her wrist as she kept massaging it.

"Fuck's sake, you have huge tits," he muttered as he cupped one. He didn't say it out loud, but they were bigger than even Mae's were.

"I do," she agreed. "Being pregnant so often played something of a role in that, but I've always been well-endowed. Mmm...your cock twitched when I said pregnant."

"Uh...yeah," he managed.

Her smile took on a different quality. "Hmm. So you're into pregnant women? Or getting women pregnant?"

"Both."

"Good for me, I guess. What else are you into?" she murmured. "I could've sworn I caught you looking at my ass more than once...are you into fucking women in the ass?" she whispered, then let out a small gasp. "Oh my, yes you are. I feel that."

"You...really should get into the shower," he replied.

She laughed. "In a moment. You'll be happy to know that I will let you pound me up the ass."

"Oh man."

"Yep. One more thing I'm curious about...you got a certain look in your eyes when I say mommy earlier...oh. Oh my. That was a hard twitch."

"I hate my mother," he replied.

"I know, sweetheart, but emotions are complicated. Every boy yearns for his mommy. Even if it's an imagined mommy. An idealized mommy. The mommy you never had. And, often, that yearning gets...a little confused, and tangled up. Some wires get crossed. And that yearning becomes sexual yearning. I mean, haven't you heard the phrase that every man grows up to marry his own mother? It's perfectly okay, Trent. You know you're safe with me, right?"

"...yeah," he murmured, "I do know that."

"Well, why don't we let that simmer for now," she said.

"Yeah," he replied, and then took off her panties. And he finally got to see Candy's vagina. It looked pretty nice between her thick, thick thighs and her big hips. She smiled as he studied her and, after a moment, turned around and took her time about pulling back the curtain and getting in, letting him look at her big ass.

After she was actually in the shower and she had waited a few seconds, she finally looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Well? Are you coming?" she asked.

"Uh...yeah," he managed, and got in.

She smirked and pulled the curtain closed. "Well, you will be shortly," she murmured.

"Wow. You are...not what I expected," he said.

She laughed. "Really?"

"Well, maybe that's not true. I mean...okay, I guess it's more accurate to say that I'm used to shy, nervous women. Every single woman I've hooked up with since moving to Possum Springs has been very attractive, and they've all been convinced they weren't. Well, except one."

"Who's the one?" Candy murmured.

"...Jen," he said.

She laughed. "Well, Jen is a ridiculous hot woman. You really fucked her?"

"I fucked the shit out of her," he replied. "Several times."

"Lucky boy." She made out with him for a time, her tongue probing his mouth without hesitation, and he ran his hands over her body. After a bit, she pulled back and then dropped to her knees. "Will you tell me about the women you've slept with since you got here? While I suck your dick?"

"Uh...yeah," he replied. "I can definitely do that."

She chuckled and gripped his cock, then studied it. "Mmm. You're a big boy."

"Really?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm. Definitely a bit thicker than I'm used to. That's fine by me. Everyone always told me I had a big mouth," she said, then she slipped his erection between her lips and began to lovingly suck him off, moving her lips slowly up and down his shaft, lingering on his head.

The pleasure hit like a bullet.

"Holy fucking shit, Candy," he groaned. "That's-oh wow. Holy shit. That's incredible. What the fuck are you doing?" he whispered, staring down at her. She said nothing, her eyes closed, as she kept sucking him off.

This was actually somehow better than it had been with Ellen.

"Okay, um, girls. I've been with. Ah man. I'm not gonna last long if you keep this up. Jesus. All right. Well, obviously you know about, uh, Mae and Ann and Bea."

"Mmm-hmm," she murmured, and he felt her tongue making circles around his head as she kept sucking him off.

"Well, after that, there was...Jen. She just...wanted something uncomplicated. She was so confident. She...ah, oh my God Candy! How are you fucking...nevermind. Just don't stop. Jen was actually worried she'd outshine everyone else." He chuckled. "It was, admittedly, a good worry. She fucks like a porn star." Candy chuckled softly. "And then there was...Claire. She was lonely. And depressed. We hooked up. It was really good. She has...ah man...she has a hot, fat ass. Whew. Okay. And then came Melody."

Candy took his dick out of her mouth and made a fist, then began massaging his head in it. "She seems like such a sweet girl."

"She really is. She's kind of shy, but she's got that...I dunno, innocence? Hard to describe. We had sex at her place, where she was hosting a party. And then after that I fucking wrecked Tabby's pussy, and her ass, and that was fucking amazing."

"And Molly?" she asked, then licked his cock, making him groan. "Did you fuck her? I know you said you didn't, but…"

He chuckled. "Um, no. I didn't. Wanted to. Really badly. But she's a lesbian. We...fooled around, a little. But no."

"Clearly not completely a lesbian," Candy murmured, and resumed sucking him off.

"Maybe. I really hope so. I want to fuck her. Really bad," he replied.

"Me too," Candy murmured. He looked down at her. She chuckled, pausing again. "Oh yes, dear, I'm bisexual."

"...is a threesome off the table?" he asked.

"It really depends on with who," she replied.

"Maybe Molly if I get really, really lucky," he said.

"Maybe. Now, let me just finish you off. Hold still."

He groaned as a fresh wave of utter pleasure hit him. She seriously was a fucking grandmaster at sucking dick. She had him coming inside of thirty more seconds. He groaned loudly as he came in Candy's mouth and oh God she kept on sucking and sucking, working his cock with one hand while massaging his balls with the other.

She sucked every last drop out of him and he ended up leaning against the wall, panting.

"There was one other," he murmured.

"Oh really? Who?"

"No one you know. When we drove out to Bright Harbor...me and Bea went cruising. She likes to watch. We hooked up with a cougar named Ellen. Well, I did."

"Interesting," Candy said, and stood back up. She grabbed a little bottle of mouthwash from among the soaps and shampoos and gargled and spat, then put her face in the shower stream for a moment. "Now, Trent, am I assuming too much in that I think you would be willing to eat me out?"

"Not at all," he replied. "I am very good at eating pussy now."

She grinned fiercely and put one foot up on the edge of the tub. "Good. Show me."

He showed her.

Trent licked Candy's clit and finger fucked her until she had a screaming orgasm that, hopefully, Mae hadn't heard. He wasn't sure how long he was down there on his knees, pleasuring her, but it seemed like a long time. He was properly motivated to do a good job.

"Trent!" Candy said, panting as he got back to his feet and stuck his face in the water.

"Did you enjoy?" he replied.

She laughed breathlessly. "Don't you ever repeat this," she said, "and if you do I will deny it to my grave, but...in my forty five years, I have never been eaten out better than that. Good lord, Trent. That was incredible. Just absolutely incredible. I think that was three orgasms rolled into one. No idea how I didn't fall on my ass. Oh my goodness. Whew." She fanned herself and laughed.

"Well, that's a reaction I'll be thinking about for a long, long time," he replied.

"You should be proud," she said. "Now, wash up properly, so I can dirty you up properly."

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

They washed, using soap and cleaning themselves and, sometimes, each other. Once they'd finished, they dried off and then transitioned to the bedroom. Trent paused slightly as Candy crawled onto her bed.

"Feeling a little weird about fucking me in the bed I share with Stan every night?" she asked when she realized he had paused.

"A little," he admitted.

"It's okay, sweetheart," she replied. "I promise, once we get started, you will forget about anything else."

"That's a good point," he agreed. He was already most of the way to hard again, seeing her butt naked and now posing on the bed, grinning at him. He climbed onto the bed with her and as soon as he was beside her, she was kissing him again, touching him, caressing him.

"Now, Trent…" she murmured, slowly jacking him off, "since there are no restrictions...I want you to fuck me raw. I want you to cum deep in my pussy. I mean just fill me up with cum."

"Good lord you are such a slutty whore," he muttered, staring into her eyes and going the rest of the way hard.

She laughed softly. "I have found that it enhances the experience, and I really like doing it. So…" She slowly spread her legs, revealing that sweet pussy of hers. "How about you get on top of me and show me what that fat, twenty two year old dick can do? I'm honestly really curious after hearing all the screaming coming from your house. And the fact that I have never been a cougar before."

"Really?" he asked, getting eagerly in between her legs.

"Yep."

"Well, I am very glad to be your first. Also, most of the screams comes from the oral, I think."

She laughed. "I can see why. Now...no more delays, young man," she murmured, reaching down between them and gripping his cock, then rubbing the head slowly between the lips of her vagina, "show me what you've been wanting to do to me for a long time now."

Trent responded by pushing his way into her. She gasped, her eyes widened, and then she moaned, and then she cried out as he pushed his way all the way into her. This was it. He was actually inside of her. He was actually fucking Candy. His fiancee's hot, middle-aged MILF of a mom. No protection. It felt beyond incredible as he began sliding in and out of her, his hips almost moving of their own accord as he stared into her eyes.

She grinned fiercely up at him. "Don't be gentle," she whispered harshly. "I want it hard."

"You got it," he replied, then kissed her and began to drive into her harder and faster.

"Oh! OH TRENT! YES!" she shrieked, sticking her legs up into the air and spreading them out wider, moving along with him as he stroked into her sweet mature pussy.

Time passed as they fucked like crazed animals. There was definitely something different about having sex with a noticeably older woman, he knew this to be true now that he'd done it twice. He wasn't sure if it was real or imagined, his own horniness or some quality that mature women possessed, but it spiced the sex right up.

He went hard on her, absolutely wrecking her pussy as much as he could, trying to last as long as possible. But God was her pussy sweet. So hot, so slick, the way she clenched it around his shaft, pushed up with her hips, forcing him even deeper into her. Feeling her generous, soft, well-padded body moving against his own, her huge breasts pushing against his chest.

He knew he wasn't lasting all that much longer.

And then the quality of her smile changed to something more devious and she wrapped her legs around his midsection. She grasped him and pulled him close, then whispered in his ear, "Get me pregnant, Trent. Make me pregnant. I want a child with you."

He actually cried out and it was like he'd been hit by a sexual shockwave. He immediately triggered and started coming inside of her. She gasped and moaned and then yelled as he drove furiously into her, even harder than before, pounding her brains out as he came inside of her, spilling everything and draining his nuts into her.

It went and went and went, the pleasure not just washing over him but drowning him, consuming him whole, and he came harder than he had in a long while into her.

And then it was over, and he was finished, and he collapsed against her, gasping for breath.

"There's my big boy," she whispered, rubbing her hands along his back. "There's mommy's big boy."

"Oh fuck, Candy, Jesus, shit," he groaned, his cock twitching inside of her.

"I know exactly how to get you off," she murmured.

"Yes, you do. Holy fuck that was intense."

They laid there together for awhile, and then Candy patted his back again and he took her meaning, pulled out of her, and rolled onto his back. She got up. "Don't go anywhere," she said, and then left the bedroom.

Trent wasn't sure he could actually walk right now. His body was still trembling occasionally and, despite how insanely intense that was, he found himself desperately craving more. He heard the toilet flush and then, a moment later, the shower start up. He waited, drifting in that place, that ocean of post-orgasmic rapture.

Eventually, Candy came back.

Trent looked at her as she stood in the doorway, smirking at him, looking very satisfied with herself.

"You want to go again?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he groaned.

"Good. Now…" She walked to the foot of the bed, lingered for a moment, then climbed onto it. Her huge tits swung between her arms as she crawled towards him. "Would you like to indulge in a little roleplay?"

"Probably. What kind of roleplay?" he replied.

"Incestuous roleplay. I meant it, I want to be your mommy, and I think you want me to," she said.

He propped himself up on his elbows and studied her. She looked dead serious. He considered it for a moment. "So...like you are literally my mother, and we're having sex?"

"Yes, exactly that," she replied.

He wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that the idea filled him with a deep arousal. He had fantasized about his mother and then his sister when he'd hit puberty. He'd stopped, eventually, but that was more because of his relationship with them. If anything, he'd stopped because his fantasies had turned a little violent and that didn't seem like a road he wanted to go down. Although...would it be so bad now?

"If you aren't comfortable with it, I will drop it," Candy said, "but I promise I can do a very good job."

"I believe you, and...I wanna do it. I guess I'm just feeling kind of weird about it."

"Incest fantasies are extremely common. Just like rape fantasies. They don't say anything about you. We don't get to choose what makes us horny," Candy said. "And I promise I will never tell anyone, Trent. You can trust me."

"I do. I really do. And...yes. I want to try this," he replied.

"Okay. How about we keep it simple? I'll start, and then you continue. We'll go back and forth, playing off each other. It'll be a quiet, sweet little encounter."

"I can do that," he said, nodding, then hesitated. "Although...in the future...how are you about rape fantasies?"

She smirked. "I love them. I want you to rape me."

"...fuck, there's something I'd never thought I'd hear from you. Or anyone."

"Have you ever done it before? Not for real, obviously, but, you know...for play?" she asked eagerly.

"Not really," he replied. "I mean we've gotten rough. Especially me and Bea." He thought about fucking Mae in her sleep. Even if he had her clear and enthusiastic consent to do it, obviously both of them sort of treated it like a rape fantasy.

"Let me just spell it out for you, so you don't have to: you want me to be your mommy, and you want to rough me up, rape me hard? Scream at me? Slap me?"

"Um...yeah," he replied. "That."

Her grin grew a bit more. "I will be so happy to help you indulge in that particular fantasy, Trent. I love getting slapped around and choked. I'd really love for you to make me choke on your cock."

"Good lord, this is...so unreal," he muttered.

She laughed and reached out, poking his cock, which was most of the way erect for a third time. "Obviously you like it."

"Yeah, I guess I do...you want me to wash?" he asked as she got closer.

"No, I don't mind," she murmured. She smiled, wrapping her hand around his erection again, then looked up at him. "Did you have a rough day, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," he replied, his heart fluttering in his chest, then starting to beat harder, faster.

"Let mommy make it better," she murmured, and fuck if she didn't have that mom voice just perfected. She leaned in and began licking his cock.

"Ah, man...mom. I...what if someone finds out?" he asked.

"No one will found out," she replied calmly. He groaned again as she licked, long and slow, across his head. "No one will know what we do here, my darling boy. Your father is out of the state all week long. All the windows are closed. We have all night, and all of tomorrow, and all of tomorrow night. I'll make you feel better, sweetheart."

She started sucking him off and he groaned again. "Oh fuck...mom."

"Language," she murmured.

"Sorry. I...can't...help it. This feels so good," he panted.

"Mommy sucks best, hmm?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What about that little whore you've been seeing?"

"What? Mom...you said I should date…"

She grinned, apparently rather enjoying where he was going with it. It felt bizarrely natural to do this with her. "I did. A boy should date. I just had hoped you'd go after someone a little more...like me. She's got big enough tits and she's pretty, but she's an idiot, Trent. Then again...I suppose boys seek out women like their mother to satisfy the hole left when their relationship finishes changing. And I'm...still satisfying you, in the way that mothers should, but would never admit to. Speaking of satisfying holes…"

She stopped sucking his dick and climbed up on top of him.

"You've got such huge tits, mom," he whispered as she mounted him.

"Yes I do, they're all for you, sweetheart," she murmured. "Now...get back inside of mommy," she whispered, and slipped him into her amazingly wet pussy.

"Oh God! Oh mom!" he groaned loudly, grabbing her hips. It felt different again, somehow more intense. Fantasy was a powerful multiplier, he was finding.

"Is it good? Is mommy's pussy best?" she whispered, staring down at him with an almost feral lust.

"Yes…"

"Say it. I want to hear you say it, young man."

"Mommy's pussy is best," he groaned.

He didn't last very long this time. She rode him until he came into her body for a third time. Candy cried out as he grabbed her hips and thrust deeper into her. She was saying something but he had honestly completely lost himself in her, in the orgasm, in the feeling of absolute sexual release.

When he was finished, he again went slack against the bed, panting, gasping for breath, staring with unfocused eyes at the ceiling and not really seeing it.

He heard Candy giggle. "I think I broke you," she murmured, still on top of him, him still within her.

"Maybe," he murmured. "Holy fuck. Um. I feel weird."

"I understand," she said, gently taking his hand and holding it. "Exploring a new kink that you didn't fully realize you had can be...jarring. Emotionally. But I want you to look at me, Trent." He slowly shifted his gaze until he was looking into her eyes. "This doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't make you fucked up. It's completely fine that you explored this. I was willing, you were willing, everything was safe and fun."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah...you have a good point." He laughed softly. "You are, um, very good at being, uh...a mommy."

"Yes I am," she relied, smirking. "And I want to thank you. I have never before been able to indulge in the mom/son angle because, well, obviously I never had access to a noticeably younger man. So you really made my day. That was hotter than I thought it was going to be. And I was already pretty turned on by the idea. You make a very good son."

He chuckled. "Uh, thanks."

Candy slowly lost her smile and seemed to get a little more serious. "Trent, I do want to say now, please, please speak up if any of this is unwanted. I don't want you to doing things just because I want to if you aren't comfortable with them."

"I appreciate that, and I will, Candy. Don't worry, I have learned how to ask and how to inform. I'd say the same thing to you, but you seem like you are well aware of that, and I get the impression that I couldn't make you do anything you didn't want to."

She grinned. "No, but you could definitely talk me into a lot."

"...oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah. I am...rather enamored of you."

"Really?"

"Yes! This isn't just a fling, you know...mmm, maybe that's not quite the best way to say it. My point is, I didn't do this because of idle curiosity or I was horny. I am very specifically attracted to you."

"What about me?" he asked.

"Well, on a basic level, you're very handsome, but not in that generic Hollywood sort of way. You've got a unique look, and you've certainly developed it since you first moved here. You're a writer. That's a big one. You're confident without being cocky. You're kind. You're caring. You're competent. You make things happen. You actually care about other people. And clearly you aren't letting looks dictate who you fuck."

"What do you mean by that?"

Candy laughed softly and patted him. "Let's talk about it in the shower. I can feel your cum inside me again."

"All right."

They got up and she sighed as she cupped a hand over her vagina. "Trent, how do you have this much cum in your nuts?! Seriously, three times in, what, half an hour? You should've had nothing left in the tank after the first time we screwed."

He chuckled awkwardly as they got into the bathroom and she started up the shower. "I'm not sure. It just...is that way, I guess."

"Having three girlfriends probably has something to do with it, somehow," she murmured.

They got into the shower and she pulled the showerhead down and put it up under herself. "What I mean, Trent, is that while you are hooking up with very attractive women, lord Jen and Melody alone are just gorgeous, you're living with and dating Mae and Ann. And that may sound like I just called them unattractive, but that isn't my point. Mae, like myself, has always been...a little oddly proportioned. Ann is pretty tall. Guys aren't into either of those things nearly as much, I've found. It's less about attractive versus unattractive and more about conventional beauty versus unconventional beauty. I think Mae is just wonderful, obviously. She's my daughter and I love her. But I know how she feels, I think. I've never been conventionally attractive. And it's okay to agree with me. We as a society tend to have a rather rigid definition of 'hot', and although certainly I've put on some weight and gotten worn down in the last decade or two, I've always looked more or less like this, even in high school."

"This is weird territory," Trent replied after a moment. "I mean I've never felt conventionally attractive either, but I think I have an easier time blending in, at least, simply for the fact that I'm skinny."

"Yes, that does help in general."

"This feels weird to talk about, but I dunno, maybe I do have weird tastes? I was kind of starstruck by Mae immediately. Same with Ann. Same with Bea. I mean all of them, really. I just...really like women."

Candy laughed and replaced the showerhead. "Clearly. My point is that I'm glad that you look for more than just skinny chicks with big boobs. It's a cliché and I know it isn't true of all men, but in my experience, men do seem to go for looks more than anything else. And it's just nice to come across a young man who knows that the complete package is more important than the wrapping paper."

"Very, very true," he muttered. "Speaking of which...can I get a nude pic?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Hmm...one. That my face is not in. After the shower."

"Thank you. Do I have your permission to show it to my inner circle?"

Candy laughed. "Does that mean 'women you've stuck your cock in'?"

"More or less, yeah."

"Yes, you have my permission. But I really, really need to emphasize that this...needs to not get out."

"I understand, and I will prioritize your privacy over anything else."

"Thank you, Trent."

He hugged her after looking at her for a moment, and she smiled and hugged him back. They stayed like that for a time. He wasn't sure what he was feeling right now. He still wasn't sure how to feel about the whole 'wanting to fuck mommy' thing. He...hadn't quite been expecting that, or to be so fucking into it. That orgasm had been insane.

They finished showering and dried off, then returned to the bedroom. Candy picked an unobtrusive spot in the room and he snapped a pic of her, nude and blew the neck.

"Fuck, you have huge tits," he muttered as he studied the picture.

She laughed. "I'm glad you enjoy them so much...I don't suppose I could convince you to stay longer?"

"I think I should probably get back," he replied after a moment. "Believe me, it's tempting. But Mae did have one rule: no spending the night over here. And I will be sorely tempted to do that."

"Fair's fair," she said.

They took a moment to get dressed, then walked back downstairs until they were at the backdoor again. Trent lingered, looking at her. She actually looked more alluring than before. Maybe it was just because he knew he could have her now.

"So, um...will you let me know when you're...free? For...fun?" he asked.

She laughed. "Yes, dear. I will let you know. I'll text 'I'm free' whenever it's just me and I am horny and not busy and willing to spread my legs or bend over for you."

"That's so awesome," he whispered.

Candy smiled at him for a long moment, then gave him a long, pleasant, impassioned kiss. "All right, handsome boy, go on home."

"Okay...oh wait, I have one more question. No, wait. Two. Well...okay, first question: how do you feel about someone watching us have sex?"

"It would depend heavily on who it was," she replied after a moment.

"Bea."

"Hmm. Well...she's straight, right?" He nodded. "So she just likes watching?" He nodded again. "...how does she feel about being humiliated? Because I'll be honest, I would very much enjoy fucking you as a humiliation to her. Not for real, obviously, but, you know, for fun…"

"I'm pretty sure that could be arranged. I'll talk with her about it."

"Good. I'd appreciate it."

"Claire also seemed like she might be into watching."

"It'd be slightly stranger but...if she's down for it, then I am."

"Awesome. Second thing: the city council."

"Right. Yes. That. I'm still thinking about it. It's...a lot of responsibility. Complicated by the fact that I am both getting high somewhat more regularly now and...sleeping around. I mean, not that far around, right now it's just you and Jacob and, in truth, I'm not sure if I want to go any further than just you two. But...the idea is oddly tempting. I want to help people. But it's a lot...I'd need to talk with Colleen about the specifics, what's actually expected of me."

"That's fair. Well, we've got until the fifteenth to consider it."

"And it's the...fifth today. All right." She smiled suddenly. "I'll have to consider something for your birthday, because that's coming up soon…"

"Oh, uh, yeah, that'd be really appreciated."

Candy smirked dirtily. "I think I've got an idea."

"I'm already looking forward to it."

"Good. Now, go on home."

"Okay." He paused. "One more kiss." He kissed her on the mouth, then pushed his tongue into her mouth, then put his hand down the back of her pants, groping her fat ass.

"Trent," she whispered as she pulled back. "...don't start anything you can't finish."

"I can finish it," he replied.

"You're a very bad boy," she whispered.

Trent stared at her for a moment, their faces inches apart. His heart was starting to hammer again. His hand was still down the back of her pants.

"You said you like it rough," he murmured.

"I did, yes." She was grinning broadly, her tail twitching now. He realized she'd placed her hand against his crotch.

"Call me a fuckboy," he said.

Her grin broadened a little wider. "What will that do, exactly?"

"Do it and find out."

Candy's grin grew even bigger and he could almost feel her horniness. "Trent, you are such a bad, bad fuckboy," she whispered.

She gasped as he swept her off her feet and began carrying her back upstairs eagerly.