Momma's Boy

I drove my car, looking over at Raymond sitting in the passenger seat. He'd been quiet for the longest time now. I'd picked him up from his mother's nearly an hour ago.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I saw the tears forming in his eyes.

"I never been away from home before." he said.

"Oh." I said. "Well, you're going to your new home with me, well, your new home for the next three months." That was the custody agreement, I got Raymond from the middle of May (or the end of his school year) until the end of August (or start of school), his mother got him the rest of the time. Given that his mother had stolen him and fled at the end of our divorce over four years ago, I feel I was being more than fair here. Raymond was only eight years old, after all, he needed to have his school term uninterrupted. But the summer...that would be mine and his. We could travel together, spend the long days and nights in my truck getting to know each other. In between trips (I'd keep those to just enough to make ends meet through the summer months), we could go fishing or play games. Three months of each year to be father-and-son once again.

"But I've never been away from home before." he snuffled.

"Are those tears?" I asked him. Well, demanded.

"Uh-huh."

"You shouldn't cry." I pointed out. "So you're not spending the summer with your mother. You're spending it with me. I'm your father, so it's the same thing. In fact, you'll find out it's even better."

"But do we have to go so far away?" he asked me, in that liquid-like voice of a boy about to start blubbering. "Can't I at least see Momma now and then?"

"Your mother didn't let me see you for four years." I said. "The next three months, you're all mine."

"But...can't I call her then?" now he was blubbering. "I miss my Momma!" Now it was outright crying.

"Raymond, Raymond...shit!" I said in disgust.

"I! Miss! My! Momma!" He wailed.

It was nine o'clock at night. I had planned to drive on through to Bakersfield tonight, we would have been there around one o'clock in the morning. As it was....

A Motel 6 sign beckoned. I pulled in and left Raymond crying in the car. Got the room and came back out. "Come on, Son." I said. "We're staying here tonight."

"Here?" Raymond asked, wiping his face. "But we only been traveling for an hour!"

"I know." I said. "But you need to get some rest. It's been a rough day on you and you'll feel better in the morning."

Raymond brought out a smile. "Can I call Momma?"

I groaned. "Do you have to?" His face screwed up in a way that said, "I'm about to start crying again" and I said, "All right, you can call her. But only for a few minutes, then we're going to spend some time together before you go to sleep!"

"Okay!" And the smile was back shining on his face. For his mother instead of me, but I'd take it.

His "few minutes" turned into fifteen, but by then, he'd run out of things to say. When I interrupted him to end the call, he didn't protest too heavily.

"Can I call her again tomorrow?" He asked me.

"How about once a week?" I compromised. "But you can talk to her for a whole hour then."

"Momma said I'm now the furthest from home I've ever been!" he said eagerly.

"If you don't count the time before she took off with you, when we were married." I said. "In another way, you're going back home for the first time in four years."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I still had the house we'd had when we'd gotten our divorce. When my wife fled with Raymond, I'd gotten the house and everything in it. So I was telling the truth. "Your old room is still where it was, if you remember it."

"Oh." Didn't sound like he did. "But I can call Momma in the morning?"

"You can call her next Saturday morning." I said.

"Oh." Raymond said. He looked at the room. "Only one bed."

"It was all they had available." I said. "You can sleep with me for tonight."

"I got to go unpack my pajamas." Raymond said.

"Pajamas!" I said. "You can skip those for tonight. Just sleep in your underwear."

"Momma wouldn't like that." Raymond said.

"I'm not your Momma." I said. "I'm your Daddy, and when you're with me, you can do things my way. Sleeping without pajamas is one of the things we'll do my way."

"Well...okay!" Raymond giggled. "But you got to promise not to tell Momma."

"Hey, your Momma and I have been barely talking ever since I found her six months ago." I pointed out. "I'm certainly not going to call her up to talk about pajamas if I do have to call her at all."

"Great!" And Raymond actually looked at me for the first time like I was somebody worth knowing. I grinned back like an idiot.

"Do I don't have to wear pajamas at all?"

"You can wear anything you want to bed." I assured him.

"How do you usually sleep?" Raymond wanted to know.

Well, I didn't want to have to change my sleeping habits. "Normally, at home, I don't wear anything at all to bed." I admitted. "But I wear briefs when I sleep away from home."

"I don't wear clothes when I stay over at Willy's house!"

"No?"

"No, Willy sleeps nekkid all the time!"

"So do I when I'm at home."

"Can I sleep nekkid tonight?"

"If you want to."

"Then I'm going to!"

"Fine." I said. Raymond happy was worth anything, including sharing a bed with a naked kid for a night. Tomorrow night, he'd have his own bed and could sleep any way he wanted to.

Raymond skinned out of his clothes faster than a sonofabitch. He was naked by the time I was just finished unbuttoning my shirt. "Come on, Daddy, let's get in bed! Na-ked!" he giggled.

"Give me a chance, Son." I said. I pulled my shirt off and then my t-shirt. Sat down to take off my shoes.

Raymond got on the bed and put his hands on my shoulders as I was doing this. "I'm glad I'm spending some time with you, Daddy."

"The entire summer."

"Momma said she was going to come by in a couple of weeks and get me back." Raymond announced.

I looked at Raymond. "No, she won't." I said.

"But Momma said she was."

"And I'm saying she won't." I said sternly. "Not until the end of August or your school starts in again." I got my shoes off, and was peeling off my socks.

"Hey, your feet are hairy!" Raymond marveled. "Just like your chest and arms."

"I've got lots of hair all over." I agreed.

"Let me see, let me see!"

I stood up, turned around to face Raymond, peeled off my pants and said, "See my legs are real hairy. Yours will too, maybe, some day. After all, you're my son!"

"Wow!" Raymond looked at my briefs, now my only clothing. "You even got hair there?"

"Huh?" I looked down. "Yeah, I do." The briefs were old and semi-transparent from wear. My pubic bush was showing through the fabric.

"Can I see, can I see?" Raymond nattered.

I was hungry for my son's attention, if you see what I mean. He'd greeted me at the divorce proceedings with all the warmth of a tax collector, and when I won the summertime custody, he'd burst into tears. He'd packed with a lackluster movement like he was packing to march to a death camp, and spent the first part of the car ride in utter silence, before crying again. You have to be a father to understand how much this can hurt you. Anything I had to do to keep him happy with being with me, I was going to do.

So I said, "All right, Son, but you can't tell your Momma." And I put my hands to my briefs and pushed them down my body, after they left the thickness of my thighs, they fell down to my ankles.

"Wow!" Raymond said as he peered at my groin. "It's like a second head of hair! And your wiener, it's so big!"

"It grows when you get older." I pointed out. I was pretty good-sized, actually, but he didn't need to hear that just yet.

I stooped over to pull my briefs back up and Raymond immediately begged, "No, no, Daddy! Let's both sleep nekkid. It'll be fun. Okay? Okay?" And his hands were fending off my own, pulling down on my briefs as I pulled up.

"Okay, then!" I gave up and let him yank them down to my feet and then stepped out of them.

"Now get in bed, Daddy, get in bed!"

"Fine, fine!" I said. My cock waggled as I got in, and Raymond looked at it, astonished, like it was alive. His little stub of a dick wouldn't waggle like that, I had to admit. I got in bed, and reached to turn out the light and fell back onto my pillow on my back with a sigh. Hell of a beginning to the summer of fun I had planned with Raymond.

Raymond's hand came over and onto my chest, ran over my chest hairs. "You're all fuzzy, Daddy." he said to me.

"I know, Raymond." I said.

"Really fuzzy." he said. "Fuzzy all over. Fuzzy Daddy, fuzzy Daddy."

"Yeah, I know." I said. My cock was stirring as he did that. My last girlfriend had done that as a prelude to sex, every time she initiated sex, she would start like that. My cock had sort of decided that was the starting cue which she had giggled about. Then she'd found another guy and that was the end of it. That had been four months ago. Maybe I'd been too busy getting my son back to pay attention to her. But my cock hadn't forgotten the hand that had stroked my chest, and went down to grab hold of it. It was rising up, ready to be grabbed.

"Fuzzy Daddy." Raymond was chanting as he ran his hands over my body. "And you're really fuzzy down here." he went down to my pubic hair and as he did, his hand collided with my hard dick. My cock, still waiting for Helena's hand, sprang to full attention.

And Raymond grabbed it a lot like Helena had. "Hey, it's hard!" Raymond marveled.

"Yeah, Raymond, but I...." was as far as I got out.

That was when Raymond started pumping on my cock!

"What the hell?" I gasped out. "What are you doing?"

"You like this, Daddy?" Raymond asked instead.

"Son, you're...oh, God!"

"Willy likes it when I do it with him." Raymond said.

"How...how old is Willy?"

"He's fourteen." Raymond said. "When Momma has his Mother babysit for me, we do this in his room. You like it, too?"

"Oh, God!" I groaned. I'll bet Sylvia never knew this about her precious little boy!

"Do you like it, Daddy?" Raymond pressed.

"Yeah, Son, oh, God, yeah!" It had been four months, longer. My cock didn't care who was working my pud, only that it was getting worked over.

"Willy likes it when I do it fast like this." Raymond said. "Only his isn't as big as yours. I've never felt one as big as yours, not even when Willy has John and Gregor over."

"Jesus!" My son was a master cock-whomper! "You've done this with all those teenaged boys?"

"Not just that, Daddy." Raymond said. "They also taught me to do this!" And Raymond tossed back the covers, scooted down and the next thing I knew, his mouth was over my cock.

"My God!" I groaned. "Raymond, my God!"

"Mmmmhhh!" was all Raymond said. He had my cockhead and an inch or so of my cock in his mouth, and he was bobbing his mouth back and forth on it like the best damned hooker I'd ever had on a long, lonesome road after my divorce.

"Oh, God, Raymond, Son, God!" I gasped. I couldn't believe my little baby boy, he'd been only four years old when I'd lost him to my freakazoid wife, now he was eight and sucking on my cock!

Raymond put his hand on my cockshaft, below his mouth and began to yank my pud in time to his sucking movements. That did it for me, I howled and I blew my load right into my son's sucking mouth.

"Oh, God, oh, OAHHH, HAHH, GAHH, UHHH, UHHH, HHHUUHHH, UUUHHHH, HHHUHHH!" I moaned as I blasted my first wads down Raymond's throat, then he lifted off my pud and let the rest splash on his face, Raymond laughing as I sprayed his face with my jizz.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" I gasped as I ended my spurts, and was panting on the bed.

"Whoa, Daddy, you shot a lot more than Willy ever did. Or John or Gregor, too! You're the best, Daddy!"

"My God, Raymond, what the hell has my wife...has your mother been teaching you?"

"Momma loves me!" Raymond said firmly. "She says that she's doing the best for me that she can. And if I have to sometimes stay the night with Willy and his mother while she has some fun now and then, that's okay."

"Yeah, your mother." I said. And I sighed. "Well, you're with me for the next three months. I'll talk with the attorney and see what he has to say."

"Can I call Momma tomorrow?" Raymond said. "Soon as we get home?"

He'd called my house home. "Sure, Raymond." I said. "I guess so."

"Good." Raymond said. "Momma wants me to call her every day. Momma said she's coming to get me if she hears anything she doesn't like."

"Yeah?" I said, startled. "So what are you going to tell her about tonight?"

"That we stayed at a nice motel because I was getting homesick. That I think you're nice and we're going to have a lot of fun this summer. That I love her a lot, but I love my Daddy, too."

I regarded my son with interest. Maybe he wasn't such a Momma's boy after all!

THE END
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