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Jaune's Mothers

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Hey, guys. [girlfriendoftheauthor] here. I actually wrote this back in 2016. I wasn't sure if I wanted to release it or not. I had mixed feelings about the story. Mostly because of the emotion I put into this work. So, after doing some changes and some updating, here you go. The story involves Jaune's relationship with Raven.

A/N: The story contains explicit sexual content that involves comeplay, paizuri, anal, and other graphic content. If this isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading. Thanks for reading!

I only had one dollar on my plate, excuse my French. It was me and Yang when we went inside of the store and both of us got fifty cent cakes. She loves lemon glazed and I settled for chocolate. They didn't have the original glazed, but I was okay. Yang patted me on my back. "Cheer up," she told me. "If you want, you can have some of my cake." She is sweet which isn't something she isn't all of the time. Nevertheless, she is my best friend and I can be myself around her. "Thanks for buying my end of the cakes, Jaune. You know I am good for it when I get paid on Friday." She once again patted me on my back. It's a quirk I can't stand, but that's my Yang. That's part of the qualities that make me like her.

"I know you are good for it," I tell her. I scratched the back of my head. "I need to find me a summer job and I should be good by then." I let out a chuckle. "Parents are holding back on my allowance since Jan decided to play cops and robbers."

She shook her head. "That Jan. She is always getting into something." I couldn't agree more, but that's Jan for you. She is a work in progress thus wondering why a sixteen-year-old should have to find a job. I can be a little bit arrogant. So, forgive me if I sound like a jackass to you. Let me introduce myself to you all. My name is Jaune Arc and welcome to my story. So, that is much of an introduction that you are going to get for now. What do you expect, a spoiler here and now? That is funny. If I wanted to give you a spoiler, at the end of Violet Evergarden, the main character finally came to terms with her missing lover's death and the significance of his love to her. But, that is beside the point of the story. Speaking of which, let's get back to the story.

I thanked the cashier whom I gave my last dollar and I was taking a bite of my cake. It wasn't bad. The texture was soft, but it wasn't my original glaze. I was going in and out of Yang's conversation and witty bantering. I know we were heading to her mother's house to hang and possibly have a couple of drinks with her. Her mother, or Miss Raven, I like to call her. She is a cool and laid back woman. I am saying that because it's not every day for a mother to be best friends with their daughter. But, they are. They are drinking buddies and traveling sisters. It's creepy, but at the same time, cute. If that was the case with my mother, I would have a split lip and solitary confinement until our graduation.

So, Yang and I were leaving the store when she received a text from her father. She scanned it for a few minutes before slapping her forehead. "Shit, I forgot!"

"What's the matter, Yang," I asked her with curiosity.

"Dad wanted me and Ruby to go to his girlfriend's college graduation," said Yang with a bit of disgust. "Bleh! I really can't stand the woman!" She sighed heavily. She was contemplating on making the venture to her father's house. She sniffed herself. Then, she asked for a breath check. Besides the hint of lemon flavor in her mouth, she can pass.

"How about this," she told me. "SInce you and Mom are cool, can you keep her company for a bit until I come back." She put herself in a praying position. "Please! My mother would hate if you didn't show. Just tell her that I will be back in a couple of hours. Please, Jaune?"

Like I said, she was "driving a hard bargain." I was okay with it. Plus, I didn't have anything else to do. I wasn't in the mood for heading home. As of now, it is Fort Knox. I wasn't fooling around with Jan. Her joyriding with her friends led to a police chase that lasted for two hours. She covered basically a quarter of Vale. So, for that, visiting Miss Raven's home didn't sound like a bad idea.

I returned to my thoughts after Yang got off of the phone with her mother. "She's fine with it. Just go and relax with her for a bit." She patted me on my back. "Don't drink until I get back. I want to do it together." She looked at the sidewalk. "Maybe I should bring Ruby." She spat. "Nah, she wouldn't like it." She pecked me on the cheek as she ran in the direction of her father's house.

Her mother didn't live too far from the convenient store. Just a regular apartment, or at least on the outside. I opened the gate of the entrance and took the four flights of stairs to Raven's floor.

As far as I remembered, Raven lived alone. Since her divorce from her husband, she really kept to herself, more or less. She did odd jobs to make ends meet for she and Yang but never liked discussing it. I don't question Yang. It was simply out of respect. Of course, folk like to talk, but who didn't. For as long Yang wasn't harmed, then all was well.

I pressed the doorbell. The buzzer was loud, alerting anyone around the vicinity that Raven had a visitor. I scanned the hallway. There was no one in sight. I saw a shadow from the peephole. The door opened and out came a woman dressed in a yellow t-shirt that showed her stomach. Her shorts were Daisy Dukes. Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail and she smelled of perspiration. I detected a scent of lavender along with the scent of womanhood.

The smell of alcohol entered into my nostrils.

"Welcome, Jauney," she said in her excited state. She was always like that whenever I come around.

"Hey, good to see you," I told her. And I mean it. Despite the sweat and her pre-evening drinking, I am happy to see Raven. Like I said, Raven is one of those fun mothers. The mothers that didn't mind ordering pizza in the middle of the night. The type that would help you jump-start a car to go cow tipping. Raven was an all-around person. Granted, she was more conservative before the divorce. Nevertheless, it was amazing how much a transformation can do.

Her apartment was not luxurious. It was a corrugated studio apartment in the inner city. The wallpaper was mundane; it was chipped and cracked. The smell of the apartment was very sour. She had used fragrance to hide the smell, but her neighbor, an older woman who lived alone with cats, did not help her situation. It was her spot and if she liked it. I loved it.

She told me to make myself at home. I took my usual spot on the couch. I took off my shoes and neatly placed them next to the couch. I looked at her coffee table and I saw the multiple DVDs of anime. I looked at the television and saw she was watching My Hero Academia.

"I was in an anime mood," she told me as she positioned herself from the other side of the couch. I adjusted myself so we can have room. If anything we shared, it was our feet. I put it where she could have more room. It didn't bother me to put my knees up.

"How was your day," she asked me.

"It was okay. Just spent my last dollar helping your daughter get a snack," I told her. I looked back on why did I even say that. A trivial thing would have been that "I am looking for a job" or "Jan's grounded until Oum comes back" or something.

"Aw, is my poor baby irritated," asked Raven in a teasing pouty tone. "Do I need to make it all better?" Just then, her bare toes started rubbing on my leg. Her soft toes gliding through my leg was beginning to arouse me. Now, readers, I think it is the important part of the situation of what is going down at this point. This is something that my best friend doesn't know so please keep this on the down low. I don't remember how it began. I don't know how it happened. But, I know it is something that Raven refuses to let go.

"What are you trying to do? I just got here," I said trying my hardest not to moan.

"Dear, old, dear," she said as she continued to glide her feet toward my groin. "When Yang called me, I knew it was too good to be true. "You left mama here all wet while I was waiting for you," she said as guided her feet to my crotch and playfully teased it.

"Raven," I said while releasing a moan.

"That's it, baby. Let it out," she said. Truthfully I was feeling good. Raven knew how to please a man and she was hitting the right areas. Remember telling, you readers, that this is something that Raven refuses to let go? Yeah, it is safe to say that neither do I.

"Slide down the couch a bit," she asked me. Following her direction, I slid down from the armrest of the couch. My head rested on the cushion. She crawled from her side of the couch and went on top of me. Her hair hanged and got on my face. I sniffed the lavender scented scarlet brunette. It smelled of spring time. I imagined walking in the meadows. She had beautiful hair and I could tell that she took pride in her looks. It was one of the few things that she had to offer.

She unbuttoned my pants to release my third leg from the confinements of his pants. Upon seeing the sight of my penis, her mouth watered. She blew on it, causing me to become aroused and fully erect. Her hot breath and the cold room made me tense, but it only excited me.

"You have such a beautiful dick," she said to me. She kissed it and she blew it again. With one of her hands, she rubbed the shaft as she proceeded to ingest my throbbing member. Her mouth became a pocket pussy as her hot, moist mouth, followed by her tongue, was on my penis. I cooed with the pleasure she was giving him.

Meanwhile, I sensed that Raven, herself, felt the wetness from her pussy. She, herself, was getting turned on. She released her lips from my dick and took off her pants. "Stay where you are, I ain't done milking you yet." The way she said it to me was more of an order than a suggestion. She slid her pink panties. She saw how moist it was. She sniffed them. It surprised me to see her getting off to her own smell. From my position, I saw her massaged her pussy, using her fingers to go to her cavern. She thrust harder as she continued sniffing her pussy. My dick was in full attention as I wanted more.

Just by watching her one-woman show, I can climax on my own.

Wanting to get pleasure, I reached for his penis. But before I could touch it, she gave my hand a slap. The fierce pain hit my hand and made me yelp a little.

"Who gave you permission to play with yourself," she said with an odd combination of teasing and sternness. "When you are with me, this is my dick." For some reason, the way she spoke to me. The way her orders were directed at me became very exciting. Similar to a puppy to its owner or a master to his servant, it was atypical foreplay to me, but only if I knew then that it was just the beginning of my awakening.

She slid her fingers through her hair before hovering over my dick. "I just love how your little son is having a mind of his own," she said. She poked it with her finger. "Shh," she told me. "Sit still. If you behave, there is something for good for you." She chuckled while she continued poking my dick. Her nail scraped into my peehole, making me alert. Knowing it was affecting me, she kept going with her nail. Once she saw pre-cum leaking from it, it excited her and also her cavern.

I knew she was feeling empowered.

She took off her bra to expose her breast in full view. "This is not fair. Is this part of the rules of sex," I cried.

"I make the rules, Jaune. Consider yourself lucky that I don't see you as your typical cheeky sixteen-year-old boy," she said with emphasis on my age. "There is a man within you and it wants to come out and play. So, let me handle this. You just sit there and be cute."

Before she continued, she saw her soiled panties. "Just as a precaution," she said as she put her panties inside of my mouth, inhibiting me to speak. As her contents settled on my tongue, a new sensation of flavor impacted my taste buds.

Her juices were very sour, like a spoiled immature fruit. It felt like grool and wanted to spit it out. I muffled, but she put a finger on my nose. "Keep talking or moving, I will tie you up. I don't know; tying you up could be pleasurable. Might keep that in mind later."

I wondered why I was not refusing this. I knew she was being playful, but where were my words? My decisions? I couldn't say no. I just wanted more. Call me weak, but I just accepted that I was now under Raven's spell.

"No objections? Good," she said as she pressed her titties together. My dick welcomed her titties as if I became her entree. I closed his eyes; trying to not to give away my true feelings.

"Open your eyes. Look at me," she said. She drooled a little on her finger and then put inside of my ass. My eyes opened upon contact. "Good to see you up and at it," said Raven. She removed her finger from my ass and then slid her breasts down my dick.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me when you spurt," she said in a seductive. "Look at me when you are going to spurt your seed on my face."

That voice sounded like a siren releasing their deathly serenade to the unsuspecting crew on a ship. It sounded like a sound of the trumpet on the earth's final call. Upon that voice, I ejaculated. The full force of my climax spread on my stomach, her titties, and even her face. She winced when some of my contents got in her eye. She kept milking me through the orgasm until there was nothing left.

I took slow breaths, exhausted from her paizuri. I sat up and set my back on the armrest of the couch. I wiped my forehead and saw Raven covered in my sperm. She began grinning. "Damn, Jauney. Were you that backed up? Well, you are still young. So I guess that is normal." I remained silent as the panties were still in his mouth. You can say I was a bit embarrassed.

I was blushing, looking away from her.

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings? Come here," she told me. I came to her and wrapped my tired arms around her. She kissed my forehead while she rubbed her finger on my chest. She took off my shirt and started twirling her finger on my nipple. The slight scrapes from her nail created excitement for my "middleman." She pecked me on his neck of a couple of time before she stopped.

"I am covered in your milk." She pinched the sperm and opened her mouth and swallowed the contents. She picked up another one and chewed it in her mouth like gum. On the third attempt, she removed her panties from my mouth and smeared the semen on my lips. She licked my lips before enveloping her mouth with mine. We exchanged tongues while I was tasting his own semen. It was very salty and I was sure as hell did not like the taste.

"Why are you fussy with the taste," she asked, "It is your own milk." She took some semen from her eye and hair and smeared it on her breast. "It is your milk. Therefore, you are the owner. And the owner must know their own product before releasing it to the world."

My expression faded. Raven's smile spread. "Come to me," she said. Like a puppy, I went to my master.

"Lick," she said. Without a second thought, I licked my own contents off of Raven. I started on her collarbone. The more I licked, the more I became aroused.

"Your tongue feels amazing," she said in between moans, "Work that tongue." Feeling flattered, I continue licking my semen as I made my way to her breast. She spread more semen on her breast.

"More," she said. I suckled on her breast. Her nipples were erect and I felt it erecting in my mouth. I sucked on it like a child would to his mother. I pictured how he could have been to my own mother, except in a different circumstance.

I wasn't sure if I was pleasing her until I heard her thrusting her hips. Instinctively, I placed my leg on her pussy for a humping post. She gasped as the hunger for sex was inevitable. I knew that this was the opportunity to get an upper hand. I started tugging on her nipple before she yelped.

"Jaune," she said before thrusting her hips harder on my leg. I felt the juices; the lewd sound her pussy was making. I knew I was doing an awesome job. At the conclusion, she put more of my contents on her stomach. I kissed her stomach before lapping my own semen with my tongue.

I loved the fact that Raven was dominant towards me, but something was in spirit was telling me to dominate her as well. It was human nature, my spirit told me. In that moment, I listened to my gut instinct.

"Jaune, keep going. Keep going, I am almost there," she said to me. Just then, I stopped.

"Jaune, what did you stop? Why did you-" I pushed her on the couch. It was my turn to be assertive.

I grabbed Raven by her hips and dragged her to my direction.

"Jaune, stop. I am supposed to be the one to have the upper hand." I put my finger to her lip.

"True and I love it. But, sometimes, let me have the upper hand," I told as I displayed my smile. I rubbed my dick against her hungry pussy. Her throbbing clit was moistening and glistening in her juices. My hungry dick wanted to partake on her pussy. "Hurry, Jaune," she screamed. "You don't tell me what to do," I told her with a hint of sterness. "I give it to you when I want to!"

In one quick thrust, I was inside of her cavern.

I plunged deep. Her legs fastened around him. Her folds welcomed me as it tightened itself around my dick. The hotness of her pussy became pleasurably bearable to me.

I kept thrusting into her cavern as her moans were in abundance. We took small pecks, strong kisses, and french kisses. She grabbed me by my hair to keep me inside of her mouth. Our flesh were on fire as we felt each other perspiring under our lust. The sounds of my thrusting were getting louder. I felt her juices leaking from her pussy, intensifying the pleasure.

I bit her lip, which made her scream. I proceeded down to her breast and suckled it on once again. Only this time, it was not of a son and mother, but in a sense of lust.

"Jaune, I am almost there," she said. "I don't want you to pull out. Cream my snatch!"

"I can't do that," I said. "I don't want you to get pregnant."

"I am on the pill," she said. "I want your hot spunk inside of me. I want to be reminded of who you belong to."

I went quiet.

"Who do you belong to," asked Raven. My assertiveness quickly faded and Raven's came back.

You, Raven. You!

"Does this turn you on. Does this make you feel good," asked Raven.

"Yes," I cried, "It does. I am feeling funny again."

"Good baby," she said, "Now come for me. Come for me. Come for me, Jauney. Fuck me, Jauney. Come, come, COME!"

"Raven!" I released an entire load of my sperm inside of her pussy. She trembled in the pleasure as her legs curled. I was feeling limp. Fortunately, Raven was there to support my body. My legs began twitching. My hips were starting to hurt. Once I fully released my sperm, I wanted to pull out of Raven. However, her legs fastened around me.

"Stay," she began sniffling. "I don't you to go anywhere."

"Are you okay," I asked her.

"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

An hour passed. By that time, she left and washed up. I did the rest of the clean up in the kitchen. Something was on my mind about that moment. The way it was. I was quite confused. I really was. However, she confirmed it to me after everything settled down.

We sat across each other this time. The television was off. On the coffee table displayed file folders. It was pictures of different men. It didn't take a genius to know what it was.

"My brother presented those this afternoon before you came here," she said. She wasn't sounding drunk. She wasn't her quirky self. She was calm. She was reserved. "I have to make a decision before the end of the week on which I should pick to be a suitable husband."

I didn't know what to say. The men on the pictures were valuable than I. They had looks, charm, careers; in contrast to what I had.

"Are you listening to me, Jauney," she asked me. This was serious. I knew it was. I just couldn't digest it.

"I hear you, Raven," I told her. "I just don't know how to process it."

The door to the apartment was unlocked. I saw Yang enter the apartment. In her hand was a bag of alcohol. She sighed as she placed it down. "Man, this was a boring graduation." She turned to look at us. "Are you guys okay? It looks like someone had died or something."

Before Raven could speak, I stood up. "Listen, Yang, I am not feeling well. I think I am going to head home."

"Oh, man," cried Yang. "I wasn't gone too long, was I?"

My stomach was churning. I wasn't feeling too well. My head was feeling heavy. "No, no. Look, I will catch you later."

Yang patted me on my goodbye as I was leaving. I couldn't look at Raven in the eye. I didn't want her to. I didn't want her to see my tears.

To be continued….