It had been over an hour waiting for my mom, Grace to show up to my dorm. I decided to call my mom, Lisa. No answer. It was late, I was tired. I went to sleep but just before I left a note for my mom to just come in since I left the door unlocked. Around 5:30am there was a knock on my door. I answered from my bed saying to come in. There were two female officers as my door swung open. I rubbed my eyes and sat up quickly. I forgot that I was naked and pulled the covers over my hard cock. The officers seemed unimpressed. They turned on my lights and took a survey of the room. Then one of them asked when I had seen or talked to either of my moms. Before asking, I asked in a shaky tone had something happened. They looked at each other then ordered me to put some clothes on. Neither of them left as I put some shorts and a shirt on. The one dark haired officer said in a calm voice that I better put some underwear on too. I took off my shorts and did as she asked. They took me down in the elevator. One on each side of me. When I got outside a second police vehicle pulled up with its lights flashing. I was put in the backseat of the police car.
Once at the station, the two officers took me to a room for interrogation. I waited for another officer to finally come in. She came in and asked if I knew why I was hear. I was shaking nervously and sat forward bending over my knees in the chair. I was sweating. I said no in a hoarse voice. She sat down and informed my mom Lisa had an accident in our home pool. I asked was she ok. Officer Shannon, said coldly she had died. I fell to the floor. I couldn’t stop from crying and shouting out loud. She just watched as I reacted to the news. I was devastated. I cried out how could this happen? She was an excellent swimmer. She taught me. She loved me so much. I couldn’t come to terms that she was gone. The officer helped me back into my chair as another officer came in and sat next to me. I was asked when was the last time I saw her. I told them. They asked then what happened? I told them she left me from home and that I was expecting to see my other mom, Grace later that night but she hadn’t showed up. I was questioned on the whereabouts of my mom, Grace.
Hours went by I answered the same questions asked in different ways multiple times. I was exhausted. I had no tears left, I was hungry at it was now after 2pm, and I was getting testy. I blew up when they insinuated that Lisa might of had another lover. I never told them we had sex just that evening. They finally let me go when I wasn’t able to give them any more. I was given a ride back to my dormitory, told not to leave the area, and not to go back home. I was lost.
Trisha had been waiting outside my door for an hour. When I went inside my room, it had been turned upside down. Drawers open, clothes scattered, VHS tapes were missing, pictures had been taken, and a sense of being violated came over me. Trisha took me to her and Elaine’s home. They fed me, we talked and then they let me sleep in their spare bedroom. I cried myself to sleep. I slept close to fourteen hours before being woken up by Trisha. She had a scared look on her face.
I recognized the dark haired female officer. She was accompanied by bigger male officer. I was asked to come with them. This time, they let me dress in the bathroom. I got in the backseat of their car. We drove to hospital. I asked what had happened. The female officer driving the car said they needed me to identify a body. I broke down again as I knew what was coming. It was the the most horrific sight trying to identify my mom, Grace. She had died from a self inflicted gun shot to the head. I reconginzed her small birthmark on the lower side of her left ass cheek. The tattoo with my mom Lisa’s name on her left shoulder. I threw up in a garbage can in the room. I could barely walk back to the car the female officer was kind enough to assist be back. They drove me to the station. Once again, I was in the interrogation room. But this time the female officer got me a glass of water. She softly told me how sorry she was for and patted me on the back as I was bent over in the chair.
Then officer Shannon came in witn a file and took out a paper that had blood stains on it inside a plastic bag. She let me read it. It was a page long. Grace apologized to me for what she had done. She detailed the struggle of her cheating and that losing Lisa was too much to bear. She couldn’t let her go and didn’t want her to be with me was her greatest fear. I didn’t read all of it as rage came over me. This fire surged through me. I made fists and pounded the table. The officers in the room didn’t react, the must of understood my pain. I wanted to punch the concrete wall but thought better of it. My heart was racing, I looked around angrily as the room started to spin. I passed out for a moment. I awoke not long after. I had been placed on a couch in another room. I had a cool cloth on my head and the dark haired woman was staring down on me. I wanted to sit up but she said in a nice but firm tone to stat down. I listened.
I don’t know why but I opened up about my love for my moms. Even though she didn’t react to me confessing having sex with my moms, I could see it in her brown eyes. She was attractive I thought. Eventually I sat up. The officer told me her name was Sara. She and another officer drove me back to Trisha and Elaine’s home. Sara gave me her card and said she would check in on me. I thanked her and walked inside.
The next few days were hectic. I had decided to cremate both my moms and that their ashes be together in an urn. There was a small service. Only Lisa’s dad showed up witn a cousin and their tiny group of friends. I withdrew from college and got a full refund because of my loss. I missed my moms, I kept thinking how they smelled, the way it felt being witn them, all the good times we had. I missed their voices, their hugs, their kisses. Trisha slept with me those nights which was nice. I could sleep if she spooned me. The sleep helped, I would dream of them and what could I have done differently. When I awoke, I was reminded of my harsh reality. I went home. The pool had been drained. The house seemed bigger and more empty. I had no clue what to do. I put the urn above the fireplace. I found myself talking to it. I hated being alone there.
Trisha did her best by staying most of the days with me. She would bring her daughter over and it brought me moments of levity. Eventually, I would begin to sulk in my sorrow. Trisha would try to console me but I pushed her away. Elaine came over, I could tell she was relieved to discover that Trisha were fully clothed. I blurted out one time that I no longer had an interest in Trisha to Elaine. I had hurt Trisha greatly upon hearing this. In a sadistic way it made me feel good to have someone else experience just a small fraction of what I was felt. Elaine was probably the wisest person I knew besides my mom, Lisa. She encouraged me to start moving forward with my life as I had now spent two months just wasting away. I had let my red hair grow out, I had not been eating right and didn’t feel like doing much of anything except watch mind numbing TV and movies. We sold off Grace’s car first. Gave some of my moms’ clothes away. Had the pool cleaned and refilled. I sold off my car in favor of keeping Lisa’s vehicle. I slept in our large king sized bed and would find myself stacking pillows on both sides of me. I would hump them and masturbate. I found masturbation as a great escape from missing them. I often sexually fantasized about Lisa and Grace. In my mind making soft sweet love to my mom,Lisa. I would then fantasize fucking my mom, Grace, violently as I pumped my cock into ass. The more painful the more aroused I got. I dreamy of strangling her as we fucked. I would make love to one and then fuck the other hard. I had amazing ejaculations. But I needed more.
I called one of my moms’ old friends. Her name was Heather. She was one of their straight friends, she was divorced, her children grown up and an attractive older woman in her late forties. Her hair was long, straight, blonde with a touch of gray. She was taller than me standing 6’3″ to me being 6’2″. She was fit for her age and from what I could tell, a nice pair of implanted tits. I asked if she wanted to come over for dinner and talk. I played it like I needed closure. Heather gladly accepted. She offered to bring food. I set the table outside by the pool. I lit some candles and opened a bottle of red wine from my moms’ stash.
Heather arrived wearing a long flowing purple and white flowered sundress. She looked really good with her dark tan. I admit she looked really good. Her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke with me. We hugged and I didn’t expect to be so turned on. We ate by the pool, talked and drank a little wine. I don’t recall how we got onto the subject but Heather was the first to suggest we skinny dip in the pool. She stood up and pulled her sun dress off her shoulders. The dress cascaded down her tall slender body. She had no tan lines and nothing on underneath. She had a very tiny trimmed pussy. She walked into the pool. I had the lights on and watched as she slowly went under. She broke up through the water slicking her long blonde hair back. Heather looked at me with her big eyes and gazed as I stripped naked. I walked into the pool fully erect. I saw up on her. We kissed and she attacked me. Heather went full tongue into my mouth. We kissed and touched each other. Then she broke free, I chased. I would catch her and we would kiss some more. We played around until. She was willing to give herself up. The pool was fun but we got out. Taking a long drink of wine, Heather took my hand and led me upstairs. I fucked Heather’s brains out! She was so loud as I plowed into her from all angles. I was on top, then she was, we did on our sides, then she bent over and I pounded her from behind. It felt so good being connected physically to her. I held out as long as I could. I didn’t want it to end. I was totally into Heather. She moaned out how much she had wanted to fuck me. I needed to hear that. I erupted in five heavy doses of my juice inside Heather. She wiggled her slender body as I forced each load deeply inside. Once done she flipped over and pulled me up between her legs. We kissed hard. My cock was so happy as it oozed between our bodies. She wrapped her long legs around my torso and squeezed me hard. Heather was the happiest I had ever seen her. She was animated. I actually felt guilty for my plan of seducing her. I confessed. Heather slapped my face and laughed stating that was her plan for coming over tonight. We fucked like rabbits all night long.
The Heather affair only lasted a few months. I lost count of how many times we fucked but it had to of been eight or more on average. She had been the best therapy I needed. She helped me move on. Trisha had been crushed by how Heather had swept in and rode me raw daily. Elaine and the small circle of friends were relieved that I had made a turn. Heather got me back into eating healthier and working out. We went out together and I was paraded around as ‘Heather’s boy toy.” I loved it!
Heather was adventurous. She enjoyed sucking my cock, rimming my ass, and she got me into anal toys. Small beads at first, then dildo, and eventually pegging. Heather also let me explore her anus with my tongue and cock. When we decided to break away, we had both felt completely satisfied. It was mutually agreed as our eyes began to stray to other partners.
It was an odd sensation having the house to myself. Elaine encouraged me to go back to college. A year had past and it was time. I enrolled that fall semester but decided to live at home. I still missed my moms but I filled the void with my studies and a variety of empty sexual partners as I explored my bisexuality.
