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Note: This Story features characters from “Learning the ropes,” but you do not need to have read that to read this, they are completely different stories.
Chapter 1: Cumming of Age
Hilbane (known as HR to his friends) walked into the penthouse apartment he shared with his two girlfriends. Even in through his sulking he was still amazed by the place. Every time he entered, he wondered what Allison did to get this apartment. She never seemed to go to work, yet she could easily afford to live this lavish lifestyle and support two other’s living with her.
Since she was an elf, like himself, he figured one of her relatives made some investments then lived the few centuries needed to cash it out or something.
He kicked off his shoes in the entrance and walked past the kitchen. Then he saw one of his girlfriends, the aforementioned Allison, laying on the couch under a quilt, watching television. When was within eyesight she raised her head and greeted him.
“Hey sweetie, how’d it go?” Just hearing her voice soothed his frazzled nerves.
“Just as poorly as I said it would.” She sat up at his downtrodden tone. She noticed the slump of his shoulders as he walked past the couch and headed towards his room. She called out to his back.
“HR came back. Tell me what happened.” He just sighed and kept walking.
“It’s fine Allison”
She put some bass in her voice. A tone that offered no rebuttal. “Hilbane!” He stopped in his tracks. “You turn around and come over here right now young man.” She noticed him flinch hard when she added the “young man.” Strange, he’d never done that before.
HR followed her instructions despite obviously not wanting to. He felt like curling up in bed and going to sleep.
He stood in front of the couch, blocking her view of the TV. He watched her as she inspected him from her reclined position. Then she wordlessly used one arm to raise the quilt covering her body. A clear invitation for him to join her under it.
He couldn’t meet her eyes so he looked at her body, which made him feel an abundance of emotions, especially after what he had just gone through.
Allison was an elf like him, but where he was a high elf, she was a drow or “dark elf.” She had grey skin, red eyes, and flowing silver hair. Her body was out of this world. He looked at her laying there, in lounging leggings and a tank top. He could still see the outline of her abs from beneath the fabric and saw the toned arm holding the quilt. It made sense she was fit, they had met in a gym after all. A gym that she had frequented probably long before he was born. That was part of the problem.
Elves can easily live up at least seven centuries and they are considered adults by elven standards once they reach one hundred. HR was twenty one years old and Allison was somewhere north of two fifty. That put her at slightly younger than his own mother. Being in such a multi racial city, with many races having astonishingly short life spans when compared to elves, the age of “adulthood,” at least in the more metropolitan areas, was more lax and often considered to be around the late teens to fit with most other races.
HR’s parents were also pretty lax on traditional elven rules but for a very obvious reason his mother stayed firm on him not being an “adult” until he hit one hundred.
His inner monologue was cut short by a stern look from her. “Hilbane. Get in the blanket.” Her age isn’t the only thing she had in common with his mother. She had other maternal qualities. She was caring, loving and soft and comforting like a mother should be. But even more so than his own mother she also knew how to scold people. He’s seen her give full grown bodybuilders looks that made them react like scolded toddlers. She was giving him one said looks now.
He crawled into the blanket, placing his back to her front and letting her close the blanket around them. He was no stranger being the little spoon with Allison, she loved to hold him. She wrapped one arm around his chest with the other, ran her fingers through his hair. He was starting to feel better already.
They were both relatively tall at six-three, but height wasn’t a problem. It actually made it easier for him to fit perfectly up against her. They laid there for a minute, her brushing his hair while they both watched the action flick on the TV screen. When he seemed to be warmed up enough she started questioning him.
“So, tell me. What happened? What did she say?”
Remembering the argument with his mother, HR tensed against her. With her other hand she rubbed his chest to soothe him. “She said she wouldn’t allow it. She said it was wrong and that I’m still a child.” Then he started getting angry. “But I don’t need her permission. I’ve been living here for months now, before she even knew and it’s been fine. I dont ne-” Allison interrupted his rant.
“Don’t say something you don’t mean. She’s still your mother.”
“Bu-“
The scolding şanlıurfa escort tone returned “But nothing young man.” She felt him tense against her again.
“Stop calling me that.” he muttered.
“Why? You are younger than me, why shouldn’t I call you a young man?”
“Because you sound like her. She’s always treating me like I’m still a baby. I’m an adult now. I have a job. I live with my two girlfriends. I’m a man dammit!” That last line came out more as a whine than a declaration.
Allison held him tighter and increased her rubbing of his chest. He melted against her, calming down. He couldn’t stay mad around her. He felt so safe and warm in her embrace. How could anyone stay angry when they felt so loved?
After a few seconds she spoke. “Are you calm now?”
“… Yes. Sorry for snapping at you.” Embarrassment and shame added blush to his face
“It’s fine HR. Tell me exactly what happened. Why are you so mad?”
He took a deep breath and explained. “She always treats me like a child. I had to fight to move out in the first place. When I got a job she said that children like me shouldn’t be working and that I should let her take care of me. When I told her I had girlfriends she treated it like I was a toddler with a crush. She called it cute.” He spat the last word out. “Then when I told her more about you guys and that I moved in with you she flipped out and demanded I move back in with her and dad as soon as possible. I don’t understand what her problem is.” Allison just held him for a time, once again letting him simmer down. Something else obviously happened. He never got this angry when his mom acted this way.
“So your mom still treats you like a child? This isn’t anything new. What made you so mad this time?”
HR pondered for a long time, debating whether or not to actually tell her the truth. He figured that she knew him so well that she would figure out if he’s lying and that would only earn him another scolding. “She… she insulted you.”
Allison wasn’t exactly surprised. Given the closeness in age she knew this was a possibility and she could guess what his mother said. “And how did she do that?”
“She said- she said you were trying to steal me away from her. She mentioned how close you two are in age…” His voice trailed off as if he were attempting to hide something. The hand in his hair gave him an encouraging pat. He continued, “…and she also called you a few names. That’s why I’m mad. She can get mad at me all she wants for my decisions but she has no right to judge you!” He had started raising his voice again and she shushed him back down.
“Well first off, thank you for defending my honor.” She gave him a little squeeze. “But I can see where she’s coming from.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Hilbane,” he knew she was serious whenever she pulled out the real name. “Your mother isn’t wrong on some accounts. I expected my age to be a problem.”
“You shouldn’t have to apologize for your age. I love you for you, and the age is just another part of you.” He sounded like he was pouting a bit. Allison smiled warmly. Most of the time he wore a mask of maturity, but sometimes, like this, he couldn’t keep his youth from showing through the cracks. Such righteous indignation.
She kissed the top of his head. “And I love you sweetie, but the fact is my age is still closer to hers than it is yours. I can see how she might see it that way.”
HR was not expecting this outcome.”Why are you defending her?”
“Not defending her. I’m just explaining where she’s coming from.” She gave him another squeeze. “You are a fine young,” He tensed again, she kept going before he could interrupt, putting emphasis on her next word. “Man. Any woman would be lucky to have you as a son, and even luckier to be your girlfriend. That’s why she’s scared, HR. She thinks I’ve come to steal you away, but that’s not… completely true.” She put on a bit of a tone that he recognized as her playful one. “I’m willing to share. Sometimes.”
“This is serious Allison.”
Her voice returned to normal. “And so am I. Hibane, you are a fine young man. I mean that. And she is your mother. Just like how no matter how big and how strong you grow to be, you will always be a young man in my eyes, you will always be her baby in hers. Parents have a hard time recognizing when their children are no longer children, but you have to be patient with them. Especially elven parents. She’s lived for a very long time, and you’ve only been in her life for a little less than ten percent of it. To her, it feels as if she had you one day and the next day you were moving out. She just wants to hold on to you a little longer.”
“But I still see her all the time. It’s not like I’m just gonna abandon her and dad.”
“Fear isn’t rational Hilbane. A parent has to treasure every moment they have with their child, because soon that child will grow up and leave. Especially since you aren’t one hundred yet, she might feel as if she didn’t get her fair share of being able to coddle you. That’s why I think she’s so adamant on the old ways. That make sense?”
HR considered her words for a second. She made sense, but the emotion behind the words seemed to speak more than simple speculation. As far as he knew she didn’t have any children, and they’ve been dating for a while so he was sure if she did the topic would have come up. He decided that was a conversation for another time.
He was pouting again. “Yeah, I understand. She still didn’t have to insult you.”
Her little knight in shining armor. She gave him a longer squeeze this time. “I know, I know sweetie. But next time you see her, or whenever she eventually accepts me, you can tell her that I forgive her.”
And so they spent another twenty minutes on the couch, lounging around with Allison rubbing HR and him still being angry at his mother. Then an idea popped into her head. She thought of a way to make them both feel better and get him to relax, emotionally and physically. HR tensed hard when he realized the hand on his chest had begun traveling down his torso.
“Allison?”
She shushed him. “I have something I want to try. It’ll make you feel better. I Promise.” HR then recognized a very familiar edge in her voice. Her switch had been flipped. “And it’ll be a good way to thank you for sticking up for me.”
He relaxed against her as her hand reached his waist, starting to unbutton his pants. “Allll you have to do is lay here and be good for me. Think you can do that?” He nodded in affirmation. “Good boy.”
Instead of going straight for the kill she rubbed him through the outside of his underwear, feeling him grow stiff in her hand.
“I want to do a little thought exercise with you. A game of pretend.” HR felt her run the tips of her fingers over his bulge.
“Pretend what?” he fought to keep his voice steady.
“It’s an easy one dont worry. Let’s pretend that your mom was right. That I wanted to steal you away.” She whispered in his ear. “To be your new mommy.” she felt him shiver then went back to her normal voice. “And let’s say I was successful in doing so and everyone was happy.” She emphasised the next word by gripping his cock through the underwear, causing him to suck in a breath. “But, let’s say that I had the same problem as your real mother. That I always treat you like a child and you don’t like that. All you have to do is tell me how that makes you feel.” She started slowly moving her hand up and down over the underwear.
He got where she was going. “Wouldn’t this be better to just say to my actual mother?”
“Do you think you could talk to her without getting angry right now?”
He thought it over for a second. “Not really.”
“Then this is the next best thing.” Then she put on a voice. It was very similar to her normal voice but this one oozed with maternal emphasis. “It’s not good for my little boy to be so riled up.”
“But Ali-” She squeezed his dick to silence him.
“Mommy.” there was that scolding voice again.
HR hesitated to get into his character. “Mo-Mommy?”
Mommy gave hum of approval and with her other arm held him closer to her. With the hand in his pants she lowered his underwear, allowing his dick to be free in the space between the couch and the blanket. “Yes?”
He felt her hand leave him and rise back up her body. Turning his head, he watched as she looked him directly in the eyes and let out some saliva into her palm. Then she reached back down and spread it over his length.
“If this is supposed to make me feel better about the situation, the-” she resumed her strokes, throwing him off a bit. “How is the handjob helping?”
She laughed like a mother whose child asked a silly question. She was really good at this, he thought. “Didn’t I tell you? It’s not good for my baby to be so riled up. I’m just giving you a massage to help relieve some of your tension. Now relax and tell me what’s wrong sweetie.”
He tried to ignore her glorious hand while he spoke. “Well, I don’t like how you treat me like a child.”
Her voice feigned shock. “What do you mean? You are a child. My sweet, handsome boy.” She sped up her hand a little.
“But-ngh. But I’m twenty one now. I’ve moved out. I have a job. And I have some girlfriends. I’m doing just fine.”
“I know you moved out sweetie but I wish you would just come home. I’ll buy you whatever you want. You don’t need those girls. Stay with me and I’ll give you everything you need.” She changed her technique for a few seconds, rubbing her palm all around the head of his dick and making him writhe against her before returning to her long, slow strokes.. HR, didn’t want to admit it but even with the impromptu therapy, this whole “mommy” thing was doing it for him. He wouldn’t mind if she brought it up every now and again.
“I already have a life outside of home. I want you to be in it but you can’t keep smothering me like this. I’m not five anymore.”
“Is it not my job as your mommy to coddle you? To make sure you are healthy and happy and cared for? Why won’t you let me love you?” That one got to him. His mother had said that word for word. Allison even put in the exact same level of sadness his mother had. If he didn’t know any better he would think she had said that before and meant it. It took him out of the moment. He turned his head to face her.
“Al-” Her hand stopped.
Another warning tone and an agitated look in her eyes. “Mommy.”
“I’m serious Alison.” She removed her hand.
“So am I.” They had a tense standoff for a few seconds before HR decided it wasn’t worth the fight. Getting mad at her would make him no better than his mother. She didn’t cause any of this, nor deserved any of the fallout.
He lowered his head and relaxed against her once more. “Sorry.” Her talented hand did not return. Before he could ask for a continuation they were interrupted by the third member of their polyamorous group.
“Hey HR, how’d the mom thing go?” Jazmin stood at the foot of the couch, eating a freshly opened cup of yogurt with two more in her arms. She wore her usual at home get up, which was pretty casual despite the fact that she was a high tier model. She wore a simple pair of boy shorts with a loose t-shirt.
HR got a little heated thinking about it again, the sexual frustration of his half finished handjob definitely not helping. “Not well,” he spat out the words, which caused Allison to try to soothe him again, though noticeably not going back to his erection.
Allison looked up at Jazmin, breaking character. “Don’t mind him. He and his mom had a little fight and he’s a bit cranky.” She ruffled his hair. As he shook her hand off Jazmin snorted. “I’m trying to make him feel better.” Her eyes lit up in that way that told Jazmin she had an idea. Jazmin hated when she had ideas. “You should help us!”
Jazmin rolled her eyes. “You seem to have it covered. No thanks.” She turned to return to her room until she heard the warning.
“Jazmin. HR needs our help right now. I really think you should stay.” Her voice implied there would be consequences if she refused. Consequences that Jazmin were fully aware of and did not want to deal with at the moment. She sighed and turned back to face her two partners under the blanket.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“Well. The situation is I’m HR’s Mommy, an-“
Jazmin almost spat out her mouth full of yogurt. “His mommy!? What is he, eight?” She stopped laughing immediately when she saw the glare Allison gave her. The message was clear. Strike one.
“Yes. In this example I’m a mother figure in his life. HR here is trying to convince me that he’s already a man but I won’t stop treating him like my little baby.” She thought for a few seconds. “I guess, since I’m the devil, you can be the angel on his shoulder. You don’t even have to be a different character. You can be his girlfriend who I think is stealing him away from me. All you have to do is say nice things to him, encouraging him and affirming his adulthood.”
Jazmin looked down at the man in question currently playing the little spoon to the woman. She grinned. “I don’t know. He seems fine being your baby boy.” Another look.
“This is serious.”
“Fine, fine.”
“Good.” Allison took a deep breath and got into character. Jazmin was taken aback for a second. She really looked like a mother holding her son.
“Don’t listen to her Sweetie. She just wants to steal you away from me. Stay here with me.” She looked at Jazmin to signal something.
“Oh. Um. He’s a man right? Why don’t you let him decide for himself what he wants to do…?” She got an approving nod from Allison.
“No! You don’t need to be independent yet. You can spend at least a few more years with mommy, right?”
“Um… No. You ‘re a grown man already.” She looked at “Mommy.” “The longer you keep him here, the harder it’s gonna be to let go. Just let him go now.” Then she looked back at HR. “And you! If you are a man then be one already! Weak arguments while still being held aren’t very convincing.”
Mommy gripped her baby closer. “No! What can you give him that I can’t?”
“Well first of all I can fuck him nice and hard. Mommy can’t do that now can she?” Jazmin looked proud of herself for thinking of that one.
Mommy blushed as if this were a real situation. Jazmin noted the stellar performance. “Well. No Mommy can’t do that but he shouldn’t be doing that anyway. He’s still just a boy! And. And if he really does have those needs… there are other ways besides sex to take care of them.”
HR finally butted in, interrupting the two women’s performance. “Um, Speaking of those needs, Allison. Could you uhh, continue what you were doing?”
Mommy looked at him with a confused face. “What do you mean sweetie? Who’s Allison.” Man she was really committing to the bit huh?
“Sorry, Mommy. Could you please continue the uh, massage?” The smile returned to her face when he called her by her “true” title.
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