I woke up the next day at around noon. That was one of the nicest parts of the summer for me: sleeping late. I loved to sleep and didn't seem to get the chance very often during the school year (that's probably an understatement :) ). The previous days events seemed surreal, like a dream, and upon waking up I almost thought that was what they were. But my mind soon reminded me of all that I had seen and felt, and it struck me what I had gotten myself into. I felt both excited and sickened as I thought about what I had done, and those emotions doubled when I considered her parting words. "Can you come back over tomorrow?" she had said as I left. The thought of returning to that house sent a warm rush into my groin.
I hopped out of bed and gae my mouse a tap to check my e-mail. My parents had decided to get cable right after I had moved out (I'd begged them for years...of course they waited until I moved!) so it was only a few seconds before I had my e-mail up on the screen. There was a lot of spam in my inbox, and as I reached for the delete button I saw one with the subject line, "You busy tonight?" I clicked it open, and it was indeed from Mrs. Miller.
"Good thing I didn't delete that," I said quietly to myself as I opened the e-mail.
"Good morning," I heard behind me along with a knock on the door. I quickly minimized the window and jumped up, throwing on a shirt to cover my "morning glory."
"Mornin', mom." I smiled as I opened the door for my mom.
"Glad to see you slept late, son. You up to anything today?"
"Probably not until tonight, but I'll see what comes up."
"You think you could find some time in your busy schedule to come do something with your dear old mom?"
"Sure mom," I said with a wink. "Give me an hour to get ready and we'll go grab lunch somewhere."
"Sounds good sweetie," she smiled back at me.
I closed the door as she walked away. My mom was sweet, and I hadn't seen much of her since heading off to school. It would be nice to spend some time with her. But in all honesty, there was another mother that I was thinking of right then. I popped my e-mail back open and gave it a read.
"Hey John, it's Claire. I had fun yesterday and was wondering if you'd like to join me tonight at 10:00 at my house. If you're having second thoughts, check out the attachment. See you tonight."
I wasn't having second thoughts, but I decided to open the attachment anyway. With my cable modem, it took about 30 seconds to download and open the zip file. I unzipped and double clicked on the video file. Up popped up and image of Mrs. Miller. She was in a summery dress in her living room. She moved back to an arm chair, sat down, and pulled the dress about to reveal her naked pussy. She then spread her legs, one over each arm of the chair, grabbed a dildo, off of the night stand, and moved it towards her pussy. It slowly entered her, and she squirmed.
She began fucking herself with the dildo, moaning and squirming in the chair from her self-provided pleasures. I watched, unable to look away, for 2 minutes, until she came with a loud yelp. She then pulled the dildo out of her cunt, and brought it up to her mouth where she sucked it clean. I looked down to see myself masturbating and had to grab a tissue to keep from cumming all over the place.
If there had been any doubt about my plans for the night, it was gone now.
I had a really nice time with my mom. We went out to a nice little italian place for lunch and generally had a good talk; the kind we hadn't had in quite a while. But the whole time, Mrs. Miller was in the back of my mind. No matter what else I thought of, my brain eventually returned to images of Mrs. Miller pleasuring herself with her hand, a toy, me. . .
More than once my mom had to snap me back into reality. But I had always been a little spacy as a kid, and I don't think she took any special notice of my absent-mindedness (or my boner, for that matter). There was no doubt in my mind that I would be VERY horny by the time I got to Mrs. Miller's house that night.
After lunch, I spent the rest of the day sitting around the house, watching TV, surfing the internet, playing my car, anything I could think of to keep my mind in reality and kill time until 10:00. The thought definitely entered my mind of trying to surprise her by showing up early. Perhaps I could catch her in the middle of whatever plans she had for me? But in the end, I decided that any plans she had for me would probably be worth getting trapped in, so I help on to my sanity and bided my time until night finally came.
10:00 finally came around after what felt like an eternity of waiting and killing time. I walked up to the Miller's front step at 10:00 PM on the dot; I'd promised myself that I wouldn't get there early, but that didn't mean I was gonna be even a minute late.
