Wifely Duties

She didn't wait for permission.

Her lips were on his before he could answer, hungry and soft, tasting like tension released. She kissed him like a woman who had waited long enough—like she couldn't go another minute without touching him. Her hands were in his hair, her bare thigh sliding against his leg, her body rising with every ragged breath.

Joey didn't resist. The worry that she had been holding in the back of her mind that Joey had been avoiding her, giving attention only to the other women, was gone. While she didn't pretend to understand what she had perceived as hesitation, Donna could now see that she had been worrying for nothing. Joey wasn't worked up about her being his mother, nor was he turned off by their age difference. No, there was absolutely nothing freaky about all of this.

Serena, the hotel clerk, had seen it too.

That look in her eyes when Joey had opened the door, Serena had glimpsed what Donna saw in Joey. Short, thin, young, not particularly driven... God, he made Donna's stomach flip! And now that young goddess wanted to offer herself to him. Donna didn't blame her. Nor did she feel jealous. No. She was proud. Her man was perfect, and now the most beautiful girl in the hotel couldn't help but fall under his spell.

And she'd given Donna a gift.

Husband.

It was the first time that Donna had heard that word in regards to Joey. At the sound of it, her heart had almost leapt from her chest. Husband! For too long Donna had been married to that muscley, square-jawed, career-minded relic of a bygone era. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to be taken in by such an old-fashioned idea of masculinity, that she hadn't seen what was right in front of her the whole time. She had been cavalier, naive even, to allow Hank to keep a title that he didn't deserve.

Maybe now that Donna had woken up to the truth, seen Joey for who he really was, she could free herself from the shackles of her marriage and find a way to set things right, to have a new husband, a perfect man that she could devote herself to.

Her hands moved down, tracing his chest, his ribs. She kissed his jaw, the hollow of his throat, her breath warm and reverent. And then her fingers found the hem of his shirt.

She tugged upward.

"Let me," she whispered.

He didn't resist.

She peeled it off slowly, revealing skin she already knew, yet still left her breathless to see. She kissed a trail across his chest, hands roaming his stomach, memorizing the muscles like a prayer. Soon she found herself back on her knees in front of him. Her fingers paused at the waistband of his jeans, and she looked up.

He was flushed, his breathing shallow. Watching her.

"You're my everything," she said, voice trembling. "Do you know that?"

He didn't answer, so she unbuttoned his jeans. Every movement deliberate. Every inch of exposed skin making her heart race harder. Now she, too, was trembling.

This was where she was meant to be. With Joey. With her future husband.

She hooked her thumbs into his waistband, then leaned up to kiss his stomach—slow, reverent, deliberate.

That was when he spoke.

"Mom..."

He felt like he was standing on a ledge, looking down on a deep drop, slowly leaning forward.

His mother was undressing him. The woman who used to pack his lunches, who took him to the hospital when he broke his arm as a child, who sat through parent-teacher meetings. Only, she wasn't his mother anymore, was she? His power, his own words, had seen to that. Gone was the stoic, hard woman who had made it clear how much she favoured his sister Juniper over him. Gone was the woman who faithfully kept her wedding vows to her husband all while building a successful career that proved that she hadn't stayed with him for money.

Joey had erased that woman. And the woman he'd replaced her with? This woman who was kissing his stomach, slowly unzipping his jeans, staring up at him with need in her eyes? She was something different. Someone different.

"Mom..." he began.

"I liked what she said," this new woman who looked like his mother cut him off, "Husband. Let's forget about this mom business while we're here," she finished pulling down his zipper and slid his jeans down to his ankles, "I like wife a lot better."

Joey locked eyes with her. She was staring up with an eager, excited look. Part of him wanted to put an end to it right there, but that part was tiny, drowned out by so many other voices. Not only his arousal, but also the surprising amount of comfort he felt by the deep level of acceptance he was feeling from her. She loved him deeply, desperately, profoundly, and it was filling a hole in his heart that he didn't know he had.

Wife. Husband. The whole idea was crazy. Could he? Could they? He was young. Only eighteen. His mother was a lawyer, though. If anyone could figure it out, find a way, she could do it. Maybe they could...

All thought fled as she wrapped her fingers around his fully erect cock through his underwear.

"Now, my husband," she said, her lips so close to his erection that one might think she was speaking into a microphone, "I think it's time that I took care of my wifely duties."

Then he felt her soft lips through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. He had felt her lips on his penis once before, but this was different. This was consensual. This was heaven.

She finished her kiss, then gently slid his underwear to the ground, joining his pants. Joey kicked them away, freeing his ankles.

His mother, Donna, stood up, kicked off her own shorts, then pushed him backward onto the bed. In a quick move her top was thrown off of her, and she presented herself to him once again, in all her glory. Donna's eyes lit up as she threw herself down, her lips meeting his, their naked bodies pressed up against each other.

Gone were thoughts of their previous relationship, gone were thoughts of Joey's father. The only thing that remained for him was the heat of her skin against his, and the aching need in his groin. Sensing his need, without breaking the kiss, Donna reached down and guided his erection between her legs and into her warm, welcoming body. As he slid in, she shook with pleasure, whispering encouraging words, begging him to take her.

And take her he did.

His hands found their way behind her, grabbing her ass tightly, pulling her down onto him. With each thrust he held her firmly, going deeper and deeper, finding more and more pleasure. This was what he wanted. Not a shred of doubt remained. Each push into her built walls around his resolve, reaffirming his decision, cementing his position. Donna was his. Maybe she would be his wife. But even if not, she was his.

And as he exploded into her, dizzy with pleasure, Joey felt glad that he had finally found the family he had felt he had missed out on.

Even if it was in an unconventional manner.