I--39-ve Missed My Repack Freeuse Mom... - Usepov - Kell Fire -

“So. First day back. First rule in effect.” She took my hand and placed it on her hip, right where the yellow cotton was thinnest. “I’m in the middle of prepping dinner. But my mouth isn’t busy right now.”

When I was eighteen, Mom sat me down in this very kitchen and explained what she called “freeuse.” Not as a kink, she said. As a practicality. She was a single mom. I was a young man with needs. And we lived under the same roof. Why pretend? Why waste energy on awkwardness and denial when we could simply… use each other? Freely. Without asking. Without performance. Without guilt. “I’m in the middle of prepping dinner

That was my first thought as I slid the old brass key into the lock of the suburban split-level. Three years at university, two cramped summers in the city interning, and one broken engagement later, I was back. The door swung open, and the smell hit me—lavender, vanilla, and the faint ghost of coffee. Her smell. She was a single mom

It lasted six months. Then I left for school. and one broken engagement later

“I feel tired.”

I groaned as her fingers wrapped around me. Warm. Certain.