The Color of Passion

Thankfully, it seems like I've exhausted all of the weirdness around the office for today. Between Carmen's public masturbation, Rae's oral fixation, and whatever's going on with Audrey, I've just about had all I can take for one day. Now, all I have to do is deal with these files Audrey gave me, and then I can leave. Since Rae proved she can handle a bit of work, I decide to spilt everything up with her. She seems ecstatic that I'm giving her something else to do and eagerly agrees to the idea. While I'm at her desk, giving her some of the papers, I notice her eyes constantly jump down to my crotch, indicating that she's probably still interested in sucking my cock. However, I try to ignore her lustful looks and give her what she needs before getting out of there.

And that's basically how the workday ends. I enter the data into our electronic system, double and triple check the numbers, then swing by the storage room to drop the documents in the appropriate filing cabinets. The entire time, Luck hovers over my shoulder, which would be annoying, but I can tell she's doing her best to stay quiet and let me work, so her presence isn't too bad. I appreciate that she can press pause on the playful remarks when she knows I need to focus on something else.

With work wrapped up, for one of the first times in I don't know how long, I'm actually able to clock out early. I mean, I don't, since Carmen would likely throw a fit if I did, but I technically could have. I am still able to walk out of the building the second I'm actually supposed to though, which is still pretty impressive for me, all things considered.

The ride home is fairly uninteresting. Mostly, it's just Luck asking me for details about everything she missed. I consider keeping it to myself since she likes to do that to me, but then I realize I'm being petty and just tell her. Besides, if she really wanted to, she could probably pick Carmen and Rae's brains to find out for herself anyway, so what's the harm? Luck listens intently to my story, finding the part about Rae giving me a blowjob especially interesting. She seems genuinely upset she missed that, which I find somewhat amusing.

Anyway, a short ride later and we're back at the house. Luck seems to be all smiles as she practically leaps out of the car, which makes me a little nervous. Knowing her, she probably just came up with some crazy idea like giving someone a talking pussy or something... You know what? Forget I said anything. I do my best to not concern myself with whatever she's thinking about and just head inside.

When I poke my head through the front door, I don't actually hear anything. And looking around, there's no sign of anyone being here. Could I be the first person home? Surely not.

"Hello?" I call out, honestly hoping to not get a response. "Is anyone here?"

"Just a minute, dear! I'm changing!" I hear my mother call from upstairs.

Damn. I knew it was too good to be true. I should have just snuck up to my room while I had the chance. Although... that was a surprisingly warm greeting from my mom. And did she call me 'dear' just now? She must think I'm Alana. Wait, but that doesn't make any sense. We sound nothing alike.

Luck and I enter the living room, and I cautiously wait to see what's about to happen. Luck hums to herself, not even acknowledging that anything is out of place. And you know what that means. I'm about to get my first taste of how one of her latest creations, aren't I?

I don't have to wait too long before I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Based on the speed of the noise, it kind of sounds like she's moving pretty quickly, almost like she's trying to not make me wait too long. I take one last look at Luck who seems to still be all smile, but just as I hear my mom enter the room, there's a subtle shift in her face. The smile breaks slightly, replaced by a look of awe.

"Sorry I took so long, sweetie. So? What do you think?" I hear my mom say behind me.

"What do I think about wha-" The words immediately die in my throat as I turn to look at her.

Woah.

Melinda smiles at me as she sits in a leather chair across the room. Instantly, my eyes lock on the low-cut satin dress she's wearing, it's fabric demanding attention with it's bold red hue. I don't think I've ever seen my mom wear something like this. I don't mean a fancy dress. She wears those all the time. But something so... vibrant. She normally sticks to greys and browns that don't stand out very much. Sure they look nice on her, but this... this is something else.

Even as her son, I have to admit she looks fantastic. Like, if she told me she wanted to quit her job and become a supermodel, I would totally think she could do it. I mentioned it before, but I'm well aware of how attractive Melinda is. I see her every day, so how could I not? But seeing her like this makes it hard for even me to look away, which is a little distressing, not gonna lie. And it doesn't help that she's looking at me in a way I've never seen her do before. Not only is she smiling, which is already rare for her, but she also has this glint in her eyes that hints at some more than familial feelings.

"Well? I'm waiting, sweetheart. Tell me what you think of my outfit," she demands, her voice dripping with sexuality.

"Um... I mean... er..." I stumble over my words. "Y-you look good, Mom."

"Just good? Are you sure? Why don't you take a closer look?" She suggests as she stands up and begins taking slow, calculated steps towards me.

"Well, it looks like you guys could use some alone time," Luck says as she slides out of the way.

"Luck! Don't you dare-"

Before I can finish, Luck disappears, leaving just me and my mom alone in the room. The blonde seductress doesn't even seem to notice the fact that our guest just vanished into thin air, her attention fully on me for the time being.

"Don't worry about your friend. I'm sure she's fine. How about we just focus on each other for now?" She requests as she closes the distance between us more and more.

Feeling nervous, I instinctively back up, only to find myself backed up against a wall. This seems like a somewhat familiar position. I hope this isn't going to be a regular thing for me.

It's also just now occurring to me that this must be why she went shopping this morning. She must have gone to buy new clothes. That would explain why I've never seen her wear this dress before, or even anything in this style for that matter.

"Isn't it nice to spend time together, just the two of us? I'm so sorry I've been such a bitch to you for all these years. I guess I just didn't want to accept my true feelings," Melinda practically moans out as she leans forward slightly, trying to draw my attention to the deep cleavage she has on display.

Luck must have really done a number on her, since I know for a fact my mom has never cared this much about me. Hell, I haven't seen her care about anything as much as she does for me in this moment.

"H-hold on. Let's not doing anything we'll regret," I try to plead with her. "You're married remember? What would Alana say if she saw you like this?"

"Who cares what she would say? I don't need her anymore. The only thing I need in my life is you. I love you so much, baby."

I attempt to get away, but before I can move, Melinda grabs me and pins me to the wall. My god, I forgot how insanely strong my mother is. Despite my squirming, she effortlessly hold me down as she leans in and kiss me on the lips. I resist as much as I can, but it's hard with how passionately she's pushing her tongue into my mouth. Eventually, she pulls away just long enough for us both to catch our breath.

"Please, Mom... We can't do this..." I gasp.

"Oh, honey. There's no need to keep calling me 'Mom.' We're not just mother and son anymore. We're lovers now..." She explains before leaning in for another kiss. As she does, she moves one of her hands down and forcefully grabs my cock through my pants.

Okay, I need to get out of here. Using every ounce of strength I have, I push back against my mom, causing her to briefly lose her balance. It only lasts for a split second, but it's enough for me to slip away from her grip. And to think, I was only able to elicit that tiny reaction because she was so distracted and only had on arm holding me down. I take advantage of my newfound freedom to book it towards the stair before she can get her hands back on me.

"Wait! Where are you going?! Please don't run away, baby! I promise I can make you feel so good!" She calls out after me.

I don't hesitate or look back as I dash up the stairs and jump into my room, slamming then locking the door behind me. Once I'm safely inside, I notice Luck lounging on the bed. She gives a surprised look when she sees the distressed state I'm in.

"What are you doing here? It seemed like things were going so well," she notes.

"What the fuck, Luck?! First you make my coworker think she's related to me and now you make someone related to me head-over-heels in love with me?" I ask in an annoyed tone.

"Why are making it sound like such a bad thing? Your mom is super hot. Most guys would kill to have a chance with her," Luck tells me.

"But those guys aren't her son," I sigh. "I thought you said it takes time for people to adjust to these changes. It kind of seems like Mom came out swinging."

"It does take time. It's just that I kind of... upped the intensity of Melinda's changes specifically," she admits. "It is possible that I may have gone just a smidge overboard."

"You don't say..." I roll my eyes. "Just tell me what you did to her."

Luck shakes her head.

"Nope. You know the deal. You have to give me the basics before I give you the specifics."

"Are you serious? I just told you, it's like she's totally obsessed with me. She's acting like wild animal," I repeat myself.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, causing me to quickly spin around.

"Kyle, sweetie? Are you in there?" I hear my mother's voice whine. "Please let me in. I'm sorry if I came on too strong. I just wanted to show how much you mean to me. Please... I'm so wet for you..."

"See?" I point to the door as I turn back to Luck.

"Sorry, but that's wrong," Luck informs me. "Well, I guess it's not 'wrong' per se, you just don't have all the details. In fact, I find it highly unlikely that you could put all the pieces together for her right this second. You need to spend more time with her."

"You have to be kidding!" I whisper-yell. "She was about ten seconds away from tearing my pants off a minute ago. You expect me to go spend more time with her? No way am I going back out there."

"Calm down. When I say you need to spend more time with her, I mean in the future, not right this second. Consider this the first piece of the puzzle," Luck explains. "But either way, you can't keep trying to maintain a distance from all the women in your life. I'm giving you an opportunity to have your way with a bunch of super sexy women as long as you're willing to figure out what makes each of them tick. However, none of that can happen if you keep resisting. People are going to start getting tired of your party-pooping attitude if you keep it up, assuming they haven't already. You know... if you were willing to, I could-"

"No. Whatever you're going to suggest, no," I stop her. "Listen, I don't know who these 'people' are that you keep referring to or why all of you are so interested in my sex life, but that's not how this works. I may have agreed to let you tamper with my life, but at the end of the day, I'm still the who gets to make the final decision. Remember, you promised."

Luck lets out an annoyed huff.

"Fine. Be that way if you want, but I'm telling you, one way or another, it's going to happen. I just wish you would embrace it, because I know you would enjoy it if you did. When I made that promise, I thought it meant you would finally trust me, but it sounds like that might have been wishful thinking..."

Hearing that is like punch in the gut. All of the frustration leaves my body as I realize that Luck has a point, and in that moment, I can't help but feel bad.

"Luck... I..." I start, but can't seem to find any more words.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I'm not going to give up on you yet," She tells me, though she sounds a bit somber even still. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And just like that, she disappears. Well, that was a disaster. I pause for a moment before glancing back at my locked door. Even though I feel bad for what just happened, that doesn't mean I'm suddenly okay with having sex with my mom. However, she hasn't said anything for a bit, which makes me wonder if she's still out there. Carefully, I approach the door and press my ear against it. On the other side, I faintly hear some kind of strange squishing noise.

"Can you hear that, sweetheart?" My mother suddenly asks, causing me to jump slightly. "That's the sound of me touching myself for you. My pussy is soaking wet just at the thought of you. Please let me in so I can show you just how much I love you."

I guess that answers that question. It's probably safe to say I'm not leaving my room for a while. In fact, it doesn't take long for me to decide to stay in my room for the rest of the day just to avoid dealing with my mom again. Sure, I'll miss dinner, but maybe I can grab something to eat after my parents go to bed. Assuming my mom actually does go to bed, anyway.

For the time being, I head over to my desk and watch some videos online to try and distract myself. Despite my headphones, I soon hear the ever increasing volume of my mother's moaning from outside the door. At one point, she cries out in what I assume is an incredibly powerful orgasm. Even after she finished, she continues to knock on the door every few minutes to try and get me to let her in.

It takes some time, but eventually the knocking stops, as my mom most likely realizes her efforts are for a lost cause. That's a relief. The rest of the evening is uneventful, until the lights in the rest of the house finally go out. I wait a little bit to make sure both of my parents are asleep before stepping out to try and get something to eat. As I do, I notice a small puddle on the floor in front of my door. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what caused that...

I manage to scrounge up a meal and bring it back to my room without anyone spotting me, which I quickly eat before deciding to call it for the day. As I get in bed, my mind drifts back to the little spat I had with Luck. Maybe I am being too prudish. Maybe I should embrace this like Luck said. I mean, most guys would probably jump at a chance like this, wouldn't they? I don't know. I'm guess I'm still having trouble sorting out my feelings. Hopefully I can find the answer I'm looking for soon...