The Nerd Ch. 02

Great work by No1Ukno on the editing front. He's polished this thing up so bright that I got a call from the Arkansas School Board. They want to use it for their sixth-grade English grammar classes.
Relax, I'm kidding, of course. It's for the fourth grade. More my level, I know.
This chapter begins straight after the first. It was very challenging to write. Not least because the future for these characters has already been recorded elsewhere. Luckily Demosthenes384bc gave me more of his extraordinary insight. This story flows much better for his input. Thank you, my friend, you are at least as eloquent as your erstwhile namesake.
For those who know what happens with Aaron and Sherri, I hope that this fills in some gaps. I have tried to answer the lingering questions that you might have. And I've tried to spring a surprise or two as well.
For those that don't? The fasten seatbelt signs will be on for the duration. So, strap in.
This could be a bumpy ride.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Nobston -- July 2021

Aaron undressed unhurriedly. In truth, he was bone-weary from the journey home. For the last twelve hours, he had yearned for nothing but a good night's sleep. He thanked his lucky stars that Sherri's friends had bought him a plane ticket. Forty-eight hours on the bus to Columbus had been a singular, once-in-a-lifetime experience.
But as his mother pulled back her bedsheets, that weariness evaporated.
Sherri, his sister, was a beautiful woman. He had made blissful love with her back in Ohio. He loved her. He wanted her. She was his future, or such was his fervent hope. But in his mind, his mother was a goddess. She was all soft curves and burgeoning femininity.
This is what a woman is supposed to look like. Once she has thrown off the shackles of youth and adolescence. Once she has found her place and become comfortable in it. She is... magnificent.
He'd been having an illicit, illegal affair with her since the previous summer. She had led him from callow, virgin youth to accomplished gigolo in that time. And he had fallen at her feet, hard. They had shared a bed and a signal, fiery passion throughout that time. He loved her with everything he had.
Because their affair was not to be forever. It had an expiration date.
And he did not know when that date might be. So, every time he was with her, he knew that it might be the last. She had made this point very clear at the beginning of their adventure. And it had imbued their every tryst with something extra special. It took away any reservations he might have had. If she suggested something new, he accepted on the spot, with boundless enthusiasm. As did she, whenever he came home with a vague, new carnal suggestion.
Aaron feared that "Judgment Day" (as he had come to call it), was coming soon. This journey had begun with a solitary purpose. To return his sister to their flock. She had drifted away from them at college. She had more than dabbled in drink, drugs, and risky sex. Their mother, a wise and thoughtful woman had decided on a plan to help her wayward daughter. A plan involving her son, Sherri's baby brother.
In simple terms, the plan was to present Sherri with the "perfect man." A man tailored to her every desire, and more importantly, every need. Handsome, loving, and giving for a start. But also, a fun, interesting, and challenging person. A man that could take her to sexual heights that she had never before imagined. A man who could support and protect her. A man to shield her from the excesses that her wayward path had embraced. A man who could bring her home.
It had taken a year of Christine's best efforts. Cooking classes, dancing lessons, and myriad other tutorials. But she had molded her son into that man. Eventually.
It had taken longer than she had expected. Much longer. Not because Aaron was a slow learner or an awkward student. No, it was a matter of motivation. Aaron was a technical and mathematical genius. "Off scale high," was a NASA term that had been used to describe his abilities.
And he had zero interest in being the perfect man. Or in his sister and her wellbeing either. Sherri had been out of his life for two years plus of college. And for a long time before that, Christine knew. Aaron lived in an intellectual world that most people could not even comprehend. But he was also a male human being.
So, Christine had provided him with the motivation he didn't even know he needed. More motivation than he could handle, in truth. Her delectable body.
She had made a deal with him. "You do this for me, son. And I'll do... this for you." She had said those very words to him on the night she had first stripped for him. He had fallen for her completely in that instant. Standing there beside the open fire, Christmas lights twinkling on the tree. Christine Ataköy Escort had been as good as her word, once he had mastered the skills that she wanted him to learn. When Sherri didn't come home that summer, Christine had finally made him a man.
These thoughts flitted through Aaron's mind as he drank in his mother's supine form. She smiled and rolled towards him, patting the mattress beside her. Aaron Wilson, sexual dynamo, perfect man, crawled into his mommy's bed like a naughty little boy.
Their lips met in a soft kiss. With practiced ease their tongues tussled, drawing signs of pleasure from them both.
Aaron let his hands wander across his mother's body. There was no exploration to be done. He had mapped her exquisite form down to the atomic level. But that familiarity did not breed contempt. Precisely the opposite.
He was endlessly fascinated by her shapely curves. He only had his brief liaison with Sherri to compare her to. Where his sister was taut and firm, Christine was soft and supple. She responded eagerly to his touch. Many long hours in this bed had turned him into a virtuoso on the instrument that was his mom.
A touch here, a caress there, and a long, lingering stroke finishing up just, there. A tiny whimper escaped her lips and her eyes popped open. Delicious moisture soaked his fingertips. Soft, yielding flesh splayed apart around his invading digits. A flick of his wrist and his thumb landed firmly on her starter button.
Whoosh, full afterburner engaged. Next stop Mach 2.
Christine rolled on top of her son like a cat. She went from sleepy moggie to snarling tigress in two seconds flat. Her breasts dragged down his torso as she sought out her prize.
It was Aaron's turn to sigh as she settled down to her "saucer of milk." Tiny licks along his shaft soon morphed into full-scale kisses. Christine's plump lips plucked at his flesh, her teeth nipping playfully. They moved on towards the loose flesh below. Suddenly a sultry heat washed over his balls. In an instant, they were engulfed by a searing, liquid heat.
They filled her accomplished mouth to the brim. But Christine's seasoned tongue still found a way to swirl around them. She lavished her attention on the life-giving orbs. It didn't take much suction to bring his penis to full mast. A few pumps with her hand made sure. He felt a pang of loss, as she released his balls from their idyllic prison.
Aaron reached towards her leg, keen to feast on his mother's tastiest morsels. But she was already moving, straddling his face. He could make out her cesarean scar for a moment before she lowered herself onto his hungry lips.
He opened his mouth wide. He adored her taste, lived for it in truth. But after a quick slurp of her tangy juices, he zeroed in on her clit. Sometimes she liked to tease and be teased, but not tonight. Her subtle signals indicated an extra urgency this time. She was horny and wanted to cum. Aaron had been away for a few days. His mommy was hot to trot.
And he was delighted to oblige. He worried at her fleshy pearl with his tongue, like a bird enticing a worm above ground. When he felt it raise its sleepy head, she was done for. His lips closed over the sensitive nub, teeth nibbling delicately. His tongue lashed at her, driving his mother to heights of arousal that few get to experience.
For her part, Christine was lavishing attention on her boy's magnificent man-cock. To her great chagrin, she had never been able to deep throat him. But that had never stopped her from trying. She knew he loved the lewd, guttural sounds of her porno attempts. Gurgling, sucking sounds were followed by grunts and moans. Choking coughs followed as she pushed herself further onto his pulsing meat.
And kept going.
You've done it, Chris. Finally. Fuck it's huge. Swallow, now. That's it, girl. Push a little bit more. Yes. Swallow again. Suck now, with everything you have. Swallow one more time. Give him what he wants, what he deserves.
As she gurgled and slobbered over his prick, Aaron went crazy between her thighs. He sucked on her as hard as he could, almost trying to inhale her into his body. His strong hands were clasping her ample bottom. His tongue was like Zorro's sword, flashing back and forth across her purple love knot.
And then they were cumming.
Both recognized the signs and adjusted their positions accordingly. Christine inched her mouth back along his length, a palpable sense of loss growing in her breast. Then his throbbing crown was filling her mouth. She sealed her lips around the bloated ridge and sucked with all her might. Her hand began to jack the base of his penis, desperate to coax out his gooey sperm. Her tongue swirled across the tip as his salty explosion blasted against her tonsils.
Aaron moved back a little, trying to cover his mom's quivering twat with his lips. If he worked particularly hard, he could sometimes make her squirt. He was addicted Ataşehir Escort to that scalding splash of creamy liquid. At the last second, he remembered something he had done once before. With an effort, he freed a hand and wormed a slick thumb into his mother's asshole. As Chris's puckered ring clamped down hard, her inner floodgates opened. And the deluge began.
Aaron and his mom sucked and swallowed for all they were worth. Cheeks bulging, throats gulping, their orgasms rolled on and on. Christine's bobbling butt was humping her son's face. Tiny contractions within her pussy were translated into delicious quivers and twitches. They spread across her rump like a lightning bolt across the sky. His hands maintained their firm grip and he sensed every convulsion above him.
And every one of them urged his ejaculations onwards, and upwards. Even Christine, adept as she was, could not cope. Geysers of pearly spunk escaped her lips, but she just about maintained her seal. His sperm was thick today, she noted.
His visit with Sherri must have inspired him. Lucky girl.
For a moment she wished that it was blasting into her womb, seeding new life within her. But that part of her life was over.
One more swallow and her mouth was empty, but still, she kept sucking. She wasn't going to waste a single drop. She was rewarded with a final tasty dribble. Pushing herself up with her arms she let him drop from her lips. But his respite was only momentary as she went back to being his mom and began the cleanup. Each stray strand or droplet was guzzled down until her boy was immaculate once more. Looking over her shoulder she saw that Aaron was doing the same to her steaming gash.
She clambered off his body and turned around. Easing herself down on top of him she pecked him on the lips.
"Now that was worth coming home to," Aaron said with a smile. "For a start..."
"Hats off to you, good sir," Christine giggled, adopting a posh English accent. "But if that was but the starter, what pray tell, is the main course?"
"I have a cocktail in mind, milady," Aaron replied, continuing her affectation. "Not to drink, heavens no. But as an inspiration. It is called a Slow Comfortable Screw. Would that be to madame's liking?"
"I can't think of anything better my lord. Would you mind doing the work this time? I find myself sorely fatigued."
Aaron reverted to normal as he wanted to underline the importance of his thoughts. "Not an instant of the time I spend with you could ever be described as work, Mom. Every moment we have together is a blessing. And an education."
With that, he slapped her bottom lightly. Grunting he rolled them over, silencing her delighted giggle with another kiss. Without another conscious thought, their bodies realigned, and he slipped inside her. With a spastic groan, he bottomed out. Christine drew her legs up and around his back until she was clinging to him like a limpet. With one more kiss, he began to move.
Aaron wanted to maintain the same steady pace with his thrusts throughout. He imagined that this would prove both infuriating and arousing for Christine. He loved to tease her, but he had never tried this before.
Her body was formed to his, inside and out. He could feel her bounteous breasts pancaked against his chest. Her pointed nipples scored across his flesh as he moved. Her pussy had become accustomed to him over the months. At first, it had been a struggle to get this deep. Now it was the perfect match for him, his cock's exact inverse.
Christine had always kept up her pelvic floor exercises. Ever since the birth of her babies. It stood her in good stead now. Her son's massive penis was out of reach of her hands. But it was still embedded inside her body, where she could play with it. Her muscles contracted rhythmically along his length. As he moved within her she was always striving to draw him back in. To hold him there, buried to the hilt within her until the end of time.
She was no shrinking violet. She had had her share of lovers. Her husband Doug had been a philandering bastard, but he had known what it was for. But Aaron, her wonderful, magnificent Adonis was a world apart. He was in tremendous shape and had a beautiful cock. But his biggest advantage was that he had been trained to please her. To understand her every action and reaction. He was the perfect partner for her.
She began to sob. Partly because of the sublime pleasure that her son was giving her, but mostly because it was ending. His infuriating, one-speed thrusting was bringing her towards a final, cataclysmic orgasm. She could feel it building deep within her.
Aaron was concentrating on maintaining his pace. His mom's cunt was warm and snug around him. Her slippery syrup was bubbling out around the base of his prick. As he slid in and out of her it dripped and splashed onto his balls. Balls that were building up to an epic explosion of their own.
Every Avcılar Escort instinct was urging him to pump harder. Faster. But he held back. In... and out... in... and out.
Slow and steady wins the race.
His mother was thrashing below him now. Her arms and legs were clutching at him, pulling herself onto him. She was moaning and groaning, but there were words in there. Dirty, nasty words that no mommy should ever say to her baby boy. Words that seemed to inflate the growing pressure in his balls. Words that urged him to use her for his pleasure, and to return that pleasure to her.
"Fuck me, Aaron. Come on, give it to me, baby. Pump me with that prick. Fill me up. Cum in my dirty, mommy cunt, darling boy. Fuck me. Make me your slut. I'm your cheap, backstreet whore. Begging for your cum to fill me up. I need it, baby. I need you. Fuck me, Aaron. Faster, please baby. Give it to me harder you bastard, slam it into me. Oh, I'm losing my mind here. How are you doing this? I can't control it anymore. Fill me up. Cum inside me. Never stop cumming in me..."
Her words dissolved into delirium as Aaron continued his slow, measured assault. It had been an incredible ride, but he could hold off his release no longer. He was reaching the limit of his restraint. The gauges were all in the red. He felt so full and so loved.
That was the secret he realized. The cherry on top. That would seal their deal with the devil. A boy and his mommy. Entwined together. Sweaty and slimy, gasping for air. Desperate for relief. Giving each other the greatest part of themselves, the greatest gifts they had. Simply loving each other.
So, he leaned down and kissed her, his mother. Her soft, generous lips yearned for that contact. And it was electric. Christine reacted first, her womanly cunt finally collapsing into orgasm. Every muscle below her waist went rigid, clamping Aaron's cock in place. Right at its deepest point. Her pussy lips pulsed ferociously at the base of his dick, trying to bring him with her into paradise.
And it worked. Aaron's dam burst and his precious essence exploded into her. It splashed messily inside his mother's clutching vagina. His cooling balm washed over her inflamed insides. The resultant wave of pleasure pushed her excruciating climax ever higher.
She clung to him, eyes wild. Her arms tightened around his neck, locking their sucking mouths together. The pleasure centers of their brains were overloaded. The pounding rhythms of their spasming genitals was just too much. For the first time in her life, Christine Wilson fainted dead away, still impaled on her son's prick.
Aaron failed to notice. He was in hedonistic heaven. Great gouts of spunk still surged from deep within him. The glory of filling his mother with it was beyond description, beyond all reason. He tried to prolong the glorious paroxysms that ravaged his body. But he could not. It was ending. He had no more to give.
He noticed that his mom was very still. As he pulled back, her head flopped to the side. As a spike of panic went through him, she stirred. After a moment's disorientation, she turned to him and smiled. And she gave him the speech. The one that every boy yearns to hear.
"I love you, my darling boy."
"I love you too, Mom. Dear God, that was incredible. I think I'll take that one to my grave," Aaron said. As he felt his cock begin to shrink, he withdrew from her slowly. There were tissues by the bed, and he reached for them.
"Leave it, darling. I want to feel it. It's part of our love. Let's just enjoy each other for a while longer. Hold me now, baby. Just for a little while. Let's just be here, together," Christine said as she snuggled against her boy.
"Mmm," hummed Aaron as he settled down beside her. He kissed her hair and held her close as they drifted off to sleep.

Christine was curled up at Aaron's side, her head on his chest. She ran a hand idly through the soft hair on his belly.
"So, tell me about it. About you and Sherri, darling," she said in a soft voice.
Aaron related his adventures in Columbus over the previous weekend. They laughed about the sexy roommates and his ludicrous fancy dress costume. Christine nodded with pride when he told her about his cooking and how he had looked after Sherri at the party. Her vision blurred with tears when he described what he had found in her bedroom. The evidence of her suspected debauchery. And she smiled with joy and relief when he told her about making love with Sherri. And her promise to come home for Christmas.
"That's wonderful, darling," Christine said. "You did better than I ever imagined. I'm so glad that you enjoyed yourself. Because this has been our last time together."
Judgment Day. It's here.
Aaron was silent. He squeezed his eyes shut but a single recalcitrant tear still found its way down his cheek.
"I would have screwed it up, Mom. If I had known that this is what my success would mean. I would have never, ever done it," he said.
"Yes, you would, baby," his mother replied in that patient tone of hers. "I didn't have to train you very much, Aaron. I was like Michelangelo, and you were my David. You were always there, fully formed inside that block of marble. All I had to do was chip away a few rough edges. You are my perfect man, you always have been.