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A Mother’s Gift (Erotica Theme Story)

// Author’s note – This is a piece of speculative fiction as I have zero experience to draw upon (I’m a sad sad man). Erotica warning applies, blah blah.

// For this week’s Erotica Theme (I’ve submitted, hehehe)

He looked at her full pouty lips and those large brown eyes that seemed to fill the room and knew he wouldn’t get another chance like this. Her thick eyelashes batted revealing her lavender painted eyelids, her curly dark hair cascaded down around her shoulders. “I’m just tired of dating such assholes, you know?”

It was a rhetorical question he knew, so he just nodded his understanding and pressed play on his special playlist on his phone. Slow comforting music cascaded from the speaker on his phone. Lonely violin strings playing a haunting melody.

“The music,” she said with a pause, “it sounds lovely.” He sat down on the couch next to her, both sat silently listening. She began to shiver, folding her arms under her sizeable endowments. They listened a little longer and she scooted over to him, her shapely body pressing up against his.

“Hold me,” she said in a soft tone, almost a whimper. He slowly reached around and grabbed her in a firm hug. She seemed to melt under his arm and her body fully pressed against his. The music continued to play on. He tried not to glance over at her angelic face but just stare straight ahead. He could feel her gaze on him and he looked her directly in her eyes.

“You have such lovely blue eyes, I’ve never noticed before.” She said.

“You know, you don’t have to date assholes.”

“Shh,” She said holding her finger up to his lips. She gazed at him in a way that he had longed for ages. “Kiss me.” Her voice gave the command in a firm but gentle tone in only the way she could.

He kissed her. She pushed him back again and gave a little chuckle. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He tried to mumble a response but she giggled. “It’s cute. Here let me give you a little lesson.” She kissed him and began to teach him. He was quick to pick it up and they soon were having difficulty breathing.

She pushed him back and lifted up her shirt, revealing pale skin and a bra barely holding together. She began to kiss him again and he kissed her back. His hands began to run over her smooth skin. She took his hands and brought them around her, a clear signal of what he should be doing next. He began to fiddle with the bra, she stopped the kiss and giggled and waited for him to finish. The bra fell, revealing her breasts. A sight he never really expected to see but had imagined many times. His imagination wasn’t that good.

She began to tug at his shirt and he let her lift it off his head. His overweight hairy body seemed to have no effect upon her, she grabbed his hands and placed them over her breasts. An instinct over took him and he began to massage. She began to moan. Her hands opened his pants and began to stroke. An unknown pleasure erupted into his head. He had never felt so good. Years of being the good friend, listening and being there for her had finally paid off. Tonight he was going to get lucky.

The music stopped. They both heard a click and then words started coming from his phone, “Hello, hello? Is this thing on? Sherman, it’s your mother!” This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not after all this time. “I’m trying something new, leaving you this voice memo by email! Your brother taught me how to do it. I just wanted to remind you that we’re having the Dwibbley family reunion on the twenty-first. Oh and also, don’t forget to use your wart medicine. Hope you’re doing well, love you!”

He shook his head in disbelief and then he looked over at her and she was putting her shirt back on, her bra already in place. She tried not to look at him in the eye. He sat back on the couch with a loud sigh and eyes that made the dead look alive.

“This isn’t happening, is it?”

“I’m sorry Sherman, I’m afraid not.” She grabbed the rest of her things and bolted for his apartment door. His face just stared straight ahead with a vacant expression as the apartment door slammed shut.

About Bradley Corbett

Bradley is a total geek. He loves all thing Science Fiction, Fantasy and is always up for a good pen and paper roleplaying experience.

22 comments on “A Mother’s Gift (Erotica Theme Story)

  1. Ha ha ha ha. Oh my, something similar actually happened to me, but it was the answering machine and my Grandma’s voice. *sigh* Talk about killing the moment. 😉

    • Hahaha, that was my first thought was answering machine but then decided to update for a more modern audience. Also I wanted it to be Sherman’s fault for not saving the file carefully, lol.

  2. Oh that was brilliant. I was thinking wow this is getting so steamy and then wham, mum throws in the towel. Really great job, loved it. 🙂

  3. Wahaha good one! You should read the ones I recommended on goodreads. You’ll have fun hehehehe

  4. Oh my. This was great. You did the steamy parts very well. Then you dropped mom’s surprise. Loved it

  5. That was really funny. I know a few people who suffered that fate.

  6. I have decided to participate in this challenge as well. Will you please check out my post and let me know what you think. I’ve only written a bit, but before I keep going, I’d like to know your thoughts.

  7. I love this! Sorry I’m just getting here I was having wp issues.

  8. Oh no, poor warty Sherman! That was priceless, Bradley. Loved it 😀

  9. Hahaha! Oh this was funny 😛
    Ellespeth

  10. Brilliant humor. Been there, done that. Poor Sherman…the mood spoiled and no luck.

  11. I have know a lot of Shermans. Well done Bradley

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