Charlie's mom - Being Polite

"There's not way this is gonna work..." Calvin groaned. He leaned forward and lowered his voice to barely a whisper, not realizing I could still hear him as he talked to my son. "This stuff can't be real!"

Charlie glared at him, clenching his jaw as Calvin snickered. "Of course it's real!" Charlie insisted. "I've used it on her a few times for her to stop asking me to clean my room. Works like a charm every time! Trust me."

I frowned and looked down from my book, squinting as Calvin leaned back and rubbed his chin skeptically. What on Earth where they talking about? I had given up on asking my son to clean his bedroom a couple weeks ago because I was tired of repeating myself constantly. The two teenagers, who barely turned eighteen but were still acting like bickering children, glanced over in my direction from the couch, then lowered their voices even more as Charlie continued to lecture Calvin in secret. He seemed to be holding a remote control in his hand, as he demonstrated it periodically in a defensive tone.

As Charlie explained something and Calvin shrugged him off skeptically, my son handed him the device before leaning back with a smug smirk on his face. Calvin peered down at it curiously, examining it closely with his mouth ajar. Whatever the object was, my son insisted that it worked like a magical button for controlling me. I found the idea as absurd as it was amusing, but Calvin seemed intrigued. He hesitated and then turned towards me, aiming the remote-like object my way and pressing a button.

"You always offer sex to your guests." He spoke out loud, looking back at Charlie smugly as I felt my mind cloud all of a sudden. "It's totally normal and polite to offer sexual favors to guests. You let them use your body any way they want." He added, but I could only watch with confusion, wondering why I felt a cold wave of ripple through my brain.

Had he said something? I was fairly certain he had, but I couldn't remember it now. I blinked and stared at his smirk, wondering why Calvin seemed so proud of himself as Charlie elbowed him in the ribs. "What the fuck, dude?" My son complained, shaking his head in disapproval. "You can't just fuck my mom like that!"

"But she's so hot!" Calvin laughed. His eyes were now locked on my generous cleavage. "And you let me use the remote on her..."

"Give me that!" Charlie attempted to grab the device back as Calvin dodged him playfully.

"Hey!" I snapped, my voice ringing out louder than I thought it would, interrupting the boys' horseplay and causing them both to jump in shock. "That's no way to behave in my home, boys!" I scolded them, scrambling to my feet and stomping towards them with my book still in hand. "Either calm yourselves down, or go outside and act like children somewhere else."

"But mom..." Charlie whined defiantly as I grabbed the remote device away from Calvin. I glared at them both, shaking my head in disapproval.

"Enough!" I exclaimed as Calvin snickered to himself smugly. "What's gotten into you? Of course Calvin can fuck me if he wants to!" I scolded Charlie in an exasperated tone. Both teens stared at me in disbelief, their eyes wide and mouths ajar. "It's only polite to offer my body for my guests to use as they please!" I explained matter-of-factly. "And, Calvin, I'm sorry I didn't offer myself earlier!"

"Oh... It's alright..." Calvin grinned sheepishly as Charlie elbowed him roughly.

"Ummm... Mom..." My son narrowed his eyes and hesitated, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as I put my hands on my hips. "Can I get the remote back?"

"Sorry, honey! I'll keep it for now!" I beamed happily and locked the object in a drawer nearby before turning back towards Calvin with a sigh. "Can I offer you a blowjob?" I asked him politely.

"Sure, Mrs. Carlson..." Calvin blushed, nodding with a grin as I knelt down in front of him eagerly. "I would definitely take you up on that offer!"

"Mom!" Charlie groaned and shook his head as Calvin eagerly pulled his pants and boxers down to reveal a rock hard erection waiting for my attention. "You're not yourself! He used the remote on you!"

I frowned in confusion and glanced up at Calvin with mild concern. "That's... ridiculous!" I argued with my son as I grabbed Calvin's shaft and started stroking him eagerly. "Of course I'm myself! I'm offering this boy a blowjob because that's the right thing to do. Stop being rude, Charlie!"

"It's ok, Mrs. Carlson..." Calvin panted happily as I planted soft kisses along his hardness before taking him in my mouth. "He's just jealous..."

I frowned as I licked his balls teasingly. "That's stupid!" I scolded my son indignantly as he stared at us in shock. "I'm sure Calvin's mother would be glad to blow you too!" I suggested helpfully as Charlie let out a defeated sigh and stood up.

"Fuck this shit..." He complained as Calvin chuckled under me. "I'm out of here!" He announced and stormed out, slamming the door behind him as Calvin slipped his hands through my hair and guided my mouth up and down his length.

"Do you mind if I fuck you afterwards too, Mrs. Carlson?" Calvin asked hopefully as I gagged on him. I took him out of my mouth and smiled up at him gently.

"Of course not!" I insisted confidently, massaging his throbbing erection gently as pre-cum started leaking from the tip. "Whatever you want!"

And with that, Calvin leaned back and enjoyed my expert cocksucking while my son stormed out in disgust for reasons I couldn't comprehend. What a fucking brat!