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“I have to tell you both something,” she says, when she returns, wearing sweats and a T-shirt, her dark hair up in a ponytail instead of falling loosely over her shoulders like it was when she got home. She looks comfortable, but sad, and completely worn out.

“Everything alright, Mom?” Hunter asks as she sits at the table.

“I’m so sorry to do this at the last minute,” she says, looking back and forth between us, “but I just couldn’t make up my mind and I was really hoping maybe something would happen that would make me feel more at ease about leaving, but…” She bites her lip. “The trial got moved up, and, you know how much I want to make this trip, but I just can’t afford to take time off work right now. I need to be here, doing the best I can for my client. So would you two be comfortable going without me? If you don’t want to go I understand, but I hate to have you cancel because of me, and this was the main reason we asked Hunter to come home in the first place.”

She looks at me now and takes my hand, squeezing it. “And I know you’ve been looking forward to it.” I feel like a complete bellend that rather than be disappointed she’s missing out, all I feel is excitement at the prospect of spending the next two weeks alone with Hunter. “I feel awful.”

I chuckle slightly and stroke her cheek, before planting a kiss on her forehead. “It’s all right, love. Hunter and I will be fine. It will give us time to get to know each other. We haven’t had much the past few days with me working. I’m sure we’ll manage.”

She gives a sad smile, then kisses my hand. “Thank you. Be sure and send me pictures, huh?”

“Sure, Mom,” Hunter says, as we sit down to eat.

HUNTER

I wait until I hear the front door closing and Mom’s car starting the next morning, before I climb out of bed and use the bathroom. I brush my teeth, then wait a few more minutes just to be sure she isn’t coming back, before I make my way down the hall to the master bedroom.

I know I should feel disappointed that she isn’t coming with us on this trip, but all I feel is an intense giddiness at the idea of being alone with Oliver for the next two weeks, on the road, sharing an RV, going wherever we want to go and doing whatever we want to do. At first, the thought of Mom not being on this trip, of being alone with Oliver for two weeks, gave me hives, but now, after everything yesterday, it feels like a gift. I’m desperate for more time with him.

I do feel badly that Mom is so worn out and stressed. For her sake I wish things were less hectic, but I can’t bring myself to wish she was coming, no matter how awful of a son that makes me. I only have a month with Oliver, and that time had dwindled down to two weeks, after spending time on the road and watching he and Mom touching and kissing, and I honestly didn’t know how I was going to handle that, but I don’t have to, now, and I’m not going to waste the time we have.

I turn the knob on the door and push it open to see him lying in the bed on his stomach, gripping the pillow, one leg sprawled out, his auburn hair a tousled mess, his back rising and falling as he breathes. He looks absolutely delicious and utterly fuckable. I’m overcome with an intense desire to fuck him in the bed he shares with Mom. To give him more pleasure there than she ever has or ever could. To have the sheets wrapped in my scent, to have him begging me, moaning for me, saying my name in the place where they’ve made love countless times. I want the last person he derives pleasure from in this bed to be me, not her.

Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I strip my clothes off and climb onto the bed. There’s a pang in my chest, and I know it’s my conscience, telling me that this is wrong, but I push it down. I know I should feel guilty, that what I’m doing is despicable, but any remorse I feel is buried under the weight of my desire for him. My need for him. He’s mine. I don’t know how I’m going to walk away after this month is over and act like he doesn’t own my heart, because he’s already starting to, and I know it’s inevitable. I can’t stop this, the way he makes me feel when I’m inside him, the way he responds to me, the way he lets me take control.

His brokenness calls to me. His tenderness. His softness. His desire to be loved and accepted. To be good. He is so good. So beautiful. So perfect. And I will tell him that over and over again until he believes it.

Reaching his side, I pull the covers back and see that he’s only in his underwear. I tug the waistband down and he squirms, the movement actually making it easier for me to undress him. I slide the underwear down as he turns his head to the other side, eyes still closed. Then I begin to nibble at his ass cheeks, and he squirms more, moaning slightly. I slide his underwear all the way off, then reach up and grip his half hard cock in my hand.His eyes flutter open as he moans, but then jerks as he realizes who is touching him.

“Shh,” I sooth, pressing kisses to his back and then his neck. “She’s gone.”

He relaxes under my touch, his eyes closing again as I continue to press kisses down his spine and along his ass cheeks, nibbling and sucking as I stroke him. His cock feels so fucking incredible, hard and heavy, precum sliding down the sides and onto my hand. “Fucking love your cock, baby,” I tell him, and he whimpers as his cock spasms in my grip. Fuck, that’s hot. “You love when I tell you how good you are, don’t you, Oli? How pretty you are? How goddamn fucking perfect?” His cock spasms again, harder, and I squeeze the base to stave off his orgasm. Fuck, I’m definitely making it a goal of mine to make him come just from praising him. But not today.

He whimpers when my hand leaves his cock. It’s red and angry and so damn hard, my mouth is watering wanting to taste it again. But that will have to wait too.

He jerks again when I spread his ass cheeks and circle his pucker with a lubed finger. It flutters at my touch, and I groan. I don’t want to stretch him much this time. I want him to fucking feel me. I slide my finger inside him and he mewls, his back arching. He’s still lying mostly on his stomach but I’ve decided this is exactly how I want to take him.

“I’m gonna fuck you awake, beautiful,” I murmur in his ear as I lean over him and grip his hair, tugging on it. He moans and damn, that’s hot. “I’m gonna own this pretty hole,” I continue, and with each word his cock gets harder and more precum leaks out onto the sheets. I slide my finger from his hole and grip his cock again.

He gasps and bends his knee, thrusting into my hand, chasing his pleasure, his eyes still closed. “Feel good, baby?” I ask, my voice low and husky as I stroke him.

“Yes,” he whines. “God, yes, Hunter. Please don’t stop. It feels so bloody good. Need you.” I move away long enough to slide on a condom and slick my cock up with lube, him whimpering the entire time. He moves to his hands and knees, but I shove him back down so that he’s flat on his stomach, his hard cock nestled between his body and the bed.

“I want you like this,” I tell him. “You won’t be moving at all, baby. You understand? I’m gonna do everything, just like yesterday. And just like yesterday, you’re just going to lay there and take it, like a good boy.” He shivers and nods.

I spread his cheeks and line my cock up with his entrance. In this position, his ass cheeks cocoon my cock, and it’s hot as hell. I rub his lower back as my cock jerks, aching to be inside him. Then I shove forward, one hand on his hip and the other on his lower back. He whimpers as I let out a breath. Fuck, he’s so hot and tight around me, and it feels so damn good, my cock is throbbing already.

“Shh,” I soothe, continuing to rub his back. “You’re doing so well, baby. So perfect for me. Your ass is taking my cock so beautifully.” He starts to stroke himself but I remove my hand from his back and smack his. “No touching,” I say. “Hands up by your head. Grip the pillow if you need to.”

He whimpers but does as I say. “So good for me,” I praise again, my hand returning to his lower back. I slide out, then push back in, this time not stopping until I’m fully sheathed in his incredible body, my balls resting against his ass. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck, that’s incredible. You feel amazing, baby.”

His body trembles but he doesn’t move other than that. I’m straddling him from behind now, his thighs underneath my ass, his hole clenching like a vice around my cock.

I rub his lower back again and press kisses to his shoulders. “Such a good boy,” I purr, and another whimper escapes him. I can tell it’s killing him not to move, but he is doing so well.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, beautiful, you won’t have a doubt in your mind who owns you,” I tell him, as I start to move inside him. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby.”

“Nggg,” he moans as I rest my hands on the mattress on either side of him and thrust my hips, pegging his sweet spot again and again. “You don’t come until I say,” I command. He nods.

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