"I just don't get you mother. You've known this guy for less than a month and he proposes and you except? Did you ever stop to think to ask my opinion? He's already begun moving his stuff into the house. And he removed all my books from the living room shelves and replaced them with his 'dumb' jock trophies.
"I gave birth to you 18 years ago. I really don't need your thoughts on the matter. Thank you very much and have a nice day. I'm a 50-year-old woman, a widow and have lived longer than you have. Look, darling let's change the subject. Isn't he just so handsome?"
"Yes, I suppose he is but that isn't my point, mother."
The man in question being, Ivan Fletching. A tall Nordic broad-shouldered thirty-year-old hunk with light brown hair streaked with strands of gray. The man had a classic gym body. His chest and arms were big. As were his aqua blue eyes. His ripped stomach from God only knows how many sit-ups he's done over the course of his life were stunning. Dark stubble on his face, chin and throat completed the macho Adonis-like stud's look.
"Then there's the age difference, Mother."
"I beg your pardon!?!?!!" Raw hot anger baked in her every word. "Why is it that when a man of fifty fucks a twenty-year-old slip of a girl no one says a goddamn thing. But God forbid when an older woman dates a 35-year-old hunk she gets burned at the stake as though she has committed a holy crime and is persecuted by the general public. Fuck that shit!"
"Jesus, mother what's with all the swearing."
"I have a chance at a strong, solid, healthy relationship with a damn fine-looking man, and you attack me for it because of my age. Am I supposed to just wither away because your father had a heart attack and died on me. Am I supposed to rock in a chair for the rest of my days? For Criss sakes Jason, I'm only 50-years old."
Shaking his head in disbelief Jason conceded. "Mother, I apologize. You're right."
At that moment her cell phone rang, "Sis, how are? You doing anything tonight? I want you to help me pick my wedding dress and all the other stuff, reception, food. You know. I'm going pack a bag, you don't mind me staying over. Great I'll see you in a few."
Unhappily, Jason went up the stairs to play a computer game. He knew he lied to his mother about being apologetic. He hated the whole damn mess. Little did he know, his mother called her boyfriend and told him of her plans for the evening. "Just check up on Jason for me, Darling. maybe you could spend the night. Build a friendship with him. In any case have a good night."
An hour later Jason heard something downstairs, he went down to the first floor in his white briefs. The front door opened. Ivan had a key to the house and walked in. Jason watched from the stairs. "Hey Jason, it's me, Ivan. Your soon to be stepdad. "
"Hi, Ivan." He said unhappily.
"I brought a pizza to heat up, maybe we can find something on TV."
Forgetting that he was wearing very little clothing, Jason stepped down the stairs. Seeing Jason in his Fruit of the Loom underwear prompted Ivan to say, "Okay it's boy's night. I brought vodka and wine and some pot. I didn't know which one you'd like best. I'll get down to my underwear too. BOYS NIGHT!!" Ivan took off his pants and shirt throwing them on sofa in the living room. He stood before Jason with a big bulge in his beige Calvin Klein briefs.
"Yeah, pot's cool." Jason was a little taken back.
Ivan was smiling. "I thought you might be a stick in the mud, but you're not."
Crossing to the bookshelf Ivan lit up a joint took a toke then passed it back to Jason who took a long drag from the joint. "Damn that tastes good." A few minutes passed, Jason accidently lost his footing and fell against the bookshelf knocking over Ivan's Boxing Trophy which broke.
"OH! GOD, I'm so sorry, Ivan."
With a big smile on his face, Ivan said "You know I'm gonna have to spank you for this."
The pot hit Jason. "Okay!" He said giggling.
"You gotten lay across my knees in your fruit of the looms."
The pot was making the boys very silly; Jason laid across Ivan's knees and pulled Jason's underwear down. Ivan's mouth attacked Jason's sweet butthole. He stuck his tongue in deep. "You are a tasty son-of-a-bitch."
SLAP! Ivan giggled. "Was it good for you Jason?
"Oh, that felt good, Ivan. Put some fingers up my hole."
"Yea?"
Ivan sucked on Jason's butthole. And then plunged three fingers deep into Jason's butthole. "You are one tasty son-of-a-bitch!
"Leave my mother out of this."
Both men erupted into a fury of giggles.
"Let's do more shots of vodka. You cool?"
"I'm Cool."
More vodka went down their gullet. "Hey, can I suck yer dick?" asked Jason.
"Suck away Dude."
Jason sucked Ivan for what seemed forever. He savored the pre-cum.
Finally, Jason got off of Ivan, landing on his knees and inhaled the big juicy cock. "I am lovin' this cock."
Ivan boldly started fingering Jason butthole. "God, you're so tight!"
"Ya wanna fuck me?" Jason asked.
"Yeah. More pot." They each smoked some more. Took a shot of vodka. Suddenly without warning Ivan slammed his big cock up Jason's waiting hole.
"Oh, god I love your dick, Fuck me you hot mutter fucker... fucker," Screamed Jason. Ivan started cumming and he grabbed Jason's cock and cranked it, sucked it, jack it and licked it. "Oh my god we're cumming together, you hot Muther fucker!!
"I am drunk and stoned." Jason announced.
Followed by Ivan confessing, "I am drunk and stoned too. Okay, Jason. I need to tell you I am not Ivan. I am ... I am his twin brother, Julian. "And I think I have fallen in love with you or your cock!"
"I love you, whoever you are!" Jason smiled. "This night is too cool!"
Kiss me you identical brother!
