Chapter 3. I would read the first two to understand where we are at. Thanks for reading.
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Ring, ring. What the fuck is that noise I asked myself as I woke? She rolled over and looked at the clock. 9:33. She answered. She talked quietly for a minute and then hung up.
"Who was that," I asked?
"It was your mom and she is on her way to get you," she replied. "She didn't sound very happy."
"So what else is new," I yawned.
"Well let's get up and wait for her," she said.
She rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I sat up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. I heard the toilet flush and she came out in a robe.
"I think I am going to need some shorts," I said.
"Where are the ones you had from the first night," she asked.
"Probably still in the car with my back-pack," I said.
"Well I guess I will get them for you," she said.
She left the room to find her keys. I followed her out and headed for the kitchen. I sat at the table, yawned and streched as I waited for her return. These late nights were fun but tiring.
She returned from the garage with the blanket and the bag. "Here are your cloths," she said.
I put my shorts on and returned to the chair. She pushed a bagel down into the toaster and sat on the edge of the counter. I smiled at her as she stared blankly at the floor. We were both very tired this morning. Her robe was short and was hanging loosely at mid thigh. She parted her legs slightly. I focused in on them. She caught me and smiled. She opened them up wide.
"See bumpy and red like I said it would be," she said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen," I replied.
"It's okay, I will get some bikini zone stuff and it will be fine," she replied. Her puss seamed to wink at me as my dick started to grow.
Pop went the toaster and she hopped off the counter. She started to put some butter on it. I watched as the robe loosened and her tit came into view. She turned and leaned against the counter making no effort to hide herself. She smiled.
"It's okay, I don't mind the redness," she continued. "I am liking this trying new things."
"Like what," I asked, absent from the conversation? My mind was on her tit hanging out. They were so fantastic.
"Well, I have never had sex on the beach," she replied. "And it's been ages since I have had more than one orgasm in a night," she continued.
"I do a good job then," I asked?
"Yeah I would say so," she replied. "I only have multiples if I play with my own pussy," she teased.
"I think I like what we have and we could be on to something," she said as she took another bite. She blushed a little. "Do you want to stay tonight again," she asked?
"Why do you even ask," I replied. "You know what the answer is."
Beep, beep.
"Guess you are going now," she sighed.
"Unfortunately," I groaned. "This is going to be fun."
She came across the kitchen and rubbed my cock with her soft hand. "It's going to be even more fun if you come back," she teased.
"We will see what she has in store for me," I replied.
She leaned in and we started to kiss. My hand began to wander down until it found its way into her robe. "Hum," she growled as I touched her clit. She was already wet.
"I'm not the only one who gets excited often," I teased.
Beep, beep! The horn went again.
"Guess I need to go," I frowned
"Yeah you better before you get in trouble," she hissed.
"I will try to see if I can come back tonight," I said. I began the trek to the front door.
"Call me if you can," she said as I opened the door.
I shut the door and started for the car. I didn't even have her number I thought as I reached the car. Mom started to ask 20 questions as soon as the door opened. We argued for a while before I got back out of the car and headed back up the side walk to the door.
"Mrs. Wilson," I called.
"Yes darling," she answered from the bedroom. She had a mischievious grin on her face.
"She wants to talk to you," I said.
"About what," she asked? The grin faded quickly. She had never met my mom but knew from me that it was never good to get on her radar.
"About my project and coming back over here," I replied.
"Great," she huffed as she tightened up the robe and pulled the bottom down on it. She followed me out and headed to the driver's side as I went to my side.
"How's he doing," my mom asked?
"Good," she said. "He is making good progress."
"Is he becoming a problem," she asked, a scowl on her face?
"No, he is not a problem, he doing just fine," she replied. "He needs the help and I am glad to offer it."
"I hope he isn't ruining your day," mom replied.
"No, I have nothing going on today," she said.
"Are you sure," mom asked?
"Yeah he is fine, I like having him here, keeps me company and makes me laugh," she said.
"Well okay then," she said. She still had a skeptical look on her face.
"How far along is he," she asked?
"He is almost done, a couple more hours and he will be all done," she replied.
"This sounds like a big project," mom said.
"25 percent of the grade," she said.
"Well, I will bring him back over later on then but I don't know if he can stay tonight though," She said. "He has other things he needs to get done at home too."
"Okay, like I said, a few more hours but staying the night is fine if it's an inconvenience for you to run back over here and get him tonight," she offered.
"No I have a friend close by I can stop over and chat with her a while before I come back to get him," she said.
"Okay, but my offer will still be good if you change your mind," she offered. She sounded a little desperate.
"If he really needs to but I think I want him home tonight," mom said. I gave Mrs. Wilson a serious look of 'shut the fuck up and let it go'.
"I understand," she replied as she glanced through the car and saw my expression.
"I will bring him by later then," mom said.
She backed away from the window as my mom put the car into reverse. We left and I started my busy and boring day.
We went to my grandma's house for some of the day. Then I went to practice for a few hours and then home. I did a few chores around the house before we left to head back to see her.
We arrived at her house around 5:30. I got out and waved bye as I started up the side walk. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Still nothing. I turned the knob and the door swung open.
"Mrs. Wilson, are you here," I called. Nothing, the house was silent. What the hell I thought. I walked in and shut the door. I went to her room and called for her again. Nothing. I peeked out around the blinds that covered the sliding glass door in the bedroom.