Blue... like the mood.

Corey strolled back to his family's apartment complex lost in thought. Memories of his time with his new girlfriend Ashley were swirling around in his head, making the walk feel like a blur. Despite their relationship being young like they were, it was already important and deep to both of them. Ashley was beautiful, dorky, and in touch with her emotions and desires, making it easy for them to connect both as friends and romantic partners.

He also couldn't stop reminiscing about her petite and attractive body. His stomach fluttered as he remembered her soft kisses, and how equally soft her sun-kissed skin felt on his fingertips. He felt giggly too, thinking about her natural blue hair, a thankfully otherwise harmless side effect of the infamous chemical spills that had happened a decade before. Ashley was one of the lucky ones and while the environment was cleaner now, and people were more socially aware, some things were slow to improve… Corey's family's living situation and the landowner Anthony Blake were perfect examples of this.

As he approached the Gallinero Point Apartments, he noticed his stepdad's car leaving, which was unusual since it was late and the sun hadn't set yet. His stepdad should have been done with work hours ago. "At least that fat bastard Blake isn't there in his parking spot like before," Corey thought, still reeling from the discovery of the illicit affair between his mother and the landlord.

The discovery of his mother's financially motivated arrangement with the landlord was only half of the wound to Corey's soul. The other half was his own sexual excitement during the event. He had masturbated furiously while listening to his mother's violation, instead of defending her or his caring stepdad's honor.

When his mother discovered him, they both saw each other in a new and pathetic light, her body blushing from being freshly fucked by the old retired cop and Corey's covered in his own cum, which included a thick glob on his cheek. Corey would masturbate one more time in the shower immediately after while thinking of Blake with his mother.

The memories had Corey clenching his fist in mixed emotions as he entered the apartment. The cheap squeaky door was both difficult to get open and closed again. Inside his mother's voice greeted him from her bedroom. Corey responded and asked where his mother's husband Quinton had gone.

"He got called into work. Some emergency, he wanted the hours though," his mother said as she walked into the living room wearing what appeared to be a beautiful and expensive lingerie set.

Corey blushed and felt awkward immediately.

"How are you doing, honey?" Evelyn asked, noticing the blush on Corey's face. "Did you have a good day?"

Corey nodded, smiling as he thought about Ashley. "Yeah, it was great. Ashley and I hung out and played some games. She introduced me to some K-pop bands that she likes. They're actually pretty good."

Evelyn smiled, happy to hear that her son was doing well. "I'm glad you had a good time. It's nice to see you happy."

"Is there a reason you're–you know?" Corey asked while motioning to her provocative underwear.

Evelyn hesitated for a moment before answering nonchalantly. "I'm going over to Mr Blake's. He wanted to talk to me about something."

Corey's heart sank as he heard the name. He couldn't believe that his mother was still seeing him after everything that had happened. "Mom, why are you still," he scoffed exasperated. "Why are you still talking to him? He's the reason we're stuck living in this dump!"

Evelyn sighed, obviously feeling guilty and ashamed. "I know, Corey, but we don't have any other options right now. Blake owns this building, and this way we can stay without falling behind on rent and hopefully get a house."

Corey shook his head, feeling frustrated and angry.

"That's not a good enough reason, Mom. You can't keep seeing him just because we need a place to live. What about your self-respect? What about our dignity?" Corey exclaimed, his emotions getting the better of him.

Evelyn looked down, ashamed. "I know, honey. But it's complicated. He's… been good to us, in some ways. He's helped us out when we needed it, and I don't want to make things harder for us than they already are."

Corey blushed as memories of the discovery rushed back to his mind as he looked at his mother in her lingerie. He was embarrassed that he didn't intervene and even felt a strange connection between him and his mother afterward. Corey soon realized that the expression on his face had given away his mixed feelings.

"If you are that worried do you want to come with me?" she asked. The beautiful woman approached him, and Corey felt the effects of her tropical perfume. It was as enchanting as she was beautiful to him.

Part of Corey was very empathetic and he knew he got it from his mother. She put her soft hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Hers were blue while his were brown but he knew they shared the same expression of kindness and care at that moment.

"I love you," was all he could muster. He felt his heart racing and his face blushing. He could see her face was blushing adding even more color to her subtle makeup.

Evelyn smiled softly, touched by her son's love and concern for her. "I love you too, Corey. I don't deserve you or Quinton."

The beautiful redhead leaned in and hugged him, holding him close. Corey felt a mix of emotions as he hugged his mother, feeling both grateful for her love and support, but also conflicted about her relationship with Anthony Blake. Something else was stirring inside him as well, both body and soul.

As Corey hugged her back, he tried to hide his feelings but the closeness of their hug made it impossible. He soon felt her plump breasts against his torso and her soft panties and pale thighs press against his growing erection. To his surprise, she didn't break the hug nor retreat even her lower body back.

"Are you sure you want me to come with you?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Evelyn nodded, her head nuzzled against his hair as she was slightly taller.

"You liked listening last time…" she whispered in a tone more sad than seductive.

Corey felt his crotch throbbing at his mother's mention of his self-pleasing orgasm while Blake had used her as a cheap whore just one room over. The mix of guilt and excitement was intoxicating and Corey realized on some level that what he felt couldn't be too different from how his mother felt.

"I'm sorry…" he said in a whimpering half moan.

"No…you made it easier," Evelyn said as she broke the hug.

Corey and his mother both paused and built a bridge of glances, nervous pouts, and gentle sways of body language. It was a language he readily recognized, both from his wonderful week with Ashley and because of the natural connection he shared with his mother.

"Because you felt safer?" He asked, not trusting the nonverbal communication between them.

"No," she said softly. "I feel less alone and maybe less guilty."

"I don't understand..." Corey said, the boy's eyes and cock leaking clear droplets. His tone was unconvincing even to himself.

Corey saw a wave of frustration wash over Evelyn's face. He stood there frozen as she broke the physical closeness between them and continued to get ready.

"Nevermind, I'm just being selfish," she said, "Tony is my problem."

Even if her frustration was directed at herself, Corey still felt it inflicted on him. He also felt a surge of jealousy as he heard his mother use such a familiar version of Blake's first name. He hated the man for how he took advantage of people. For how he was using his mother. He hated the fat bastard for being rich and powerful, for owning the building they lived in. Most of all he hated him for being the symbol of why Evelyn was unhappy...and how despite all that she was enjoying it on some level.

"Okay," he agreed reluctantly. "I'll go with you. But promise me you'll be careful, okay? I don't trust him."

Evelyn angrily shook her head as she put on a long green jacket, the only thing covering her lingerie set from the world.

"I was wrong to ask. Wrong for projecting all this shit on you," she said, grabbing her purse and giving Corey a quick and motherly kiss on the side of his head.

"I'm fine," she said to Corey.

Filled with indecision and a cauldron of mixed feelings, the boy just stood there as his mother walked past and closed the cheap apartment door. He could hear her locking the door behind her, but it was muffled under the throbbing of his own heartbeat in his ears.

Corey felt like he was about to explode but he would have to make a decision and quickly….