A Breath Let Go

I ran back to our apartment and shut the door behind me, thankfully not forgetting my backpack. What was I thinking? I only met Shai a moment ago and I let her suck my cock. Not only that, but the sights and sounds I felt laying on her bed and the simple fact that she is probably a part of some weird sex cult. What if she was trying to sacrifice me? First a blowjob and then the cuffs come out and then a knife and then they are playing in my organs like they are spaghetti and chanting and fucking and whatever else they do in sex cults... I let my mind run wild. Yes, it was weird and freaky, but so was this building. Despite it all, I still felt like Shai hadn't meant things to get so weird. I could see embarrassment in her face and a longing as I rushed away.

I took a breath and let it go. I had that longing too, for something more with Shai. Not just sexual, although that would be nice, but romantic and personal. The way I left in a hurry just didn't sit right with me. I'm going to go back and apologize. I twisted the knob of our door but then I stopped as I heard laughter in the living room, deep and hearty. Mom never brings people over (or if she does... its always a one night, late night fling), but it sounded like a recently recurring character, Rodney. Shit! Well, I better see what this is about.

I strolled into the living room and saw the two of them on the couch, chuckling to each other and drinking wine. Mom was wearing a grey spaghetti strap slip dress with a plunging neckline that showed a bit too much of her tits, or just enough to tell Rodney she wanted to fuck. Gross. I get the allure; my mom is very attractive, but Rodney was gave me creep vibes. He had his signature chrome dome, usual black work pants on, and white dress shirt he wore the last few times I've seen him; only this time, he had the top few buttons undone to show off his chest hair. It was like a mirrored display of fuckable-ness between the two of them.

I didn't much like Rodney. He seemed a decent enough guy compared to a few of her prior boyfriends, but I couldn't see mom falling in love with him. She seemed to smart for him, but as it usually goes with the guys she dates, she gets **** to screw every couple months and uses the next boy toy for a while before cutting them off when things get too serious. Although, this one she was feeling up in our living room.

Mom's hand pulled away from his crotch as I approached. "Hey Ryan, you remember Rodney?" She asked rhetorically.

"Definitely. I could never forget a head that shiny." I reply, eliciting a hearty chuckle from Rodney. "What's the occasion?"

"Rodney just wanted to see where I lived. Get to know me a little better." She gave a charmed grin to Rodney. More likely he would get to know her ass better. "And maybe you too."

"Yeah, buddy. Good to see you again. You've got a hell of a mom. I would love to hang out with you too if you want to join us." He said with a smirk and a wink to her.

"Oh, well I've still got a bunch of Physics homework to do tonight so I'll just let you two have your time together." I say a little dismissively.

"Okay, honey." Mom says, "I couldn't find you around so we picked up food and had an early lunch. There is Pad Thai for you in the fridge."

"Thanks mom." I say, grabbing my dinner from the fridge and bolting to my room, likely my only true safe space.

I couldn't get past the fact that she brought Rodney here. Are they really that serious? My head was a swirl of thoughts and emotions: Shai, Rodney, the building. I took another deep breath and let it go. Chemistry homework awaits.