When they woke up the next morning, neither Andrew nor Warren spoke a word about the previous night's goings on. Warren had no idea Andrew had seen his mom giving him a blowjob the night before. Normally everyone would venture to the kitchen for breakfast, but Warren made an excuse about wanting to go work out. He packed his bag quickly and left. When Andrew made it downstairs, he found a note from Stacey saying that she'd gone to the grocery store.
The rest of the week continued in a similar fashion. Warren was dodging Andrew. He felt guilty about what happened with Stacey. Andrew was dodging both Warren and his mother. He was afraid Warren would be able to sense he had seen what happened, plus he was having trouble dealing with the fact that he was now masturbating regularly to the image of his mom sucking Warren's huge cock. Stacey was, in turn, dodging both Andrew and Warren. She was terrified Warren would tell Andrew what happened. She had strongly mixed emotions about her actions with Warren regardless. She needed some time to figure out how to handle the situation properly. With everyone avoiding everyone else, the trio successfully made it through the week without any meaningful interactions whatsoever.
Then Saturday night rolled around. Andrew was out with his girlfriend again. Stacey was drinking wine and watching zombies again. And Warren was headed to see his best friend's mom again. Even though it hadn't been discussed, Stacey was smart enough to know that Warren would likely be showing up any minute. She was nervous and running ahead of her usual drinking pace.
Warren pulled into the driveway of his second home. He was nervous. He didn't know how Stacey felt about what had happened. But his hormones had been in overdrive since she pleasured him the previous weekend. Warren walked to the back door, just like last week, and knocked.
"Hey, Sweetie." Stacey greeted Warren with the usual hug and usual kiss on the cheek. She did her best to act like everything was normal.
"Hi, Mom." Warren was visibly anxious. He was also disappointed that Stacey was wearing her long bathrobe, concealing her body.
"I'm watching zombies again." Stacey started walking back to the couch. Warren prepared himself a large glass of wine. He didn't bother to ask first if it was okay. Warren took a few sips while still in the kitchen and topped off his glass before joining Stacey on the couch. He sat next to her, but not too close.
Both did their best to stay focused on the show in the dim light of the television. Warren snuck peaks at Stacey when he could, hoping she was unaware. She was aware. Mid-episode, Stacey got up to fill her glass. While she was gone, Warren scooted a few inches closer to Stacey's spot and hoped she wouldn't notice. She noticed. After returning from the kitchen, she sat back down, tucked her feet up under her legs and scooched next to Warren. She hugged his arm and laid her head on his shoulder.
"My big boy," Stacey said and squeezed his arm. She didn't realize the pun until Warren giggled nervously a little. "Oh, God. I can't believe I said that!"
Warren was full out laughing now. Stacey joined him. With the tension broken and some alcohol in their systems, they started with small talk.
"So how was your week?" Stacey asked.
"It was good. I worked out a lot. I feel good about that." Warren had worked out like a madman to burn off all the energy and tension that had been burning like a furnace inside of him last weekend.
"I can tell," Stacey complimented as she squeezed his bicep. "Did you see your girlfriend?" she probed.
Warren had already imagined this conversation multiple times and had his answers prepared. "She's not really my girlfriend. We just went on a couple of dates. And no, I haven't talked to her. I've had other things on my mind."
"Like what?" Stacey knew she was being led.
"You know. Things like last weekend." Warren held his breath and awaited Stacey's response.
"Ah, yes, of course. Last weekend. I thought you would probably be thinking about that a bit." Stacey had also had this conversation in her head multiple times during the previous week.
"A little more than a bit. I've barely been able to sleep. I'm worried that you might regret what happened. And to be honest, I'm also having a hard time keeping my hands off myself thinking about it," Warren confessed jokingly.
Stacey liked the idea of Warren playing with himself while he thought of her. She wanted to see his big problem again. "It's okay, Sweetie. I don't regret it. I felt bad for you. You deserve to have someone be nice to you like that." She ran her fingers through the back of his hair, gently massaging his head.
"Really?" Warren's voice was a mix of relief and hope.
"Really." Stacey reassured. "It's okay." Stacey leaned up and kissed Warren on the cheek. "Are you still worried about, you know, your big problem?" She looked down at his crotch. There was a visible bulge in his gym shorts. A big one.
"A little, yeah." Warren looked down.
"I've been thinking a lot, too." Stacey got up from the couch and stood in front of Warren, looking down at him imposingly. "You cannot say a single word to Andrew about what happened. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Warren reassured her. "I haven't said anything. Not a word. I promise." He was terrified.
"Good." Stacey continued. "Now...I was thinking that I should help you out some more." As she spoke, Stacey untied her robed, opening it to reveal red lace panties and matching bra on her otherwise naked, tanned, and toned body. After letting Warren enjoy the view for a moment, she dropped her robe and eased herself down to her knees between Warren's legs. With Warren's help, she pulled down his shorts and underwear. Warren was already fully erect in anticipation. His cock clapped audibly against his abdomen on its recoil as it sprung from the confines of his clothing. Stacey grabbed his erection by its base. She sighed in awe at seeing it's girth and feeling it in her hands again. Looking up at Warren she teased, "Is that big, thick, beautiful, hard cock for me?"
Warren could only manage a nod. Stacey went to work on his cock. She was much more aggressive and sloppier this time, gagging herself as she tried to get as much of Warren's cock in her mouth as possible. Warren held Stacey's hair without her needing to instruct this time and helped guide her to where he wanted her to go. After a few minutes of this, Stacey rose from her knees and straddled Warren. She kissed him passionately as she lightly slid her panties along his length. Warren could feel her warmth and wetness. Stacey pulled down her bra enough to allow Warren access to her nipples. She guided his head to her breasts. He licked and sucked her nipples in turn.
Stacy pulled Warren's head from her chest. "I've decided that it would be irresponsible of me to let you out into the world without teaching you how to use this thing." Stacey held Warren's dick in her hand as she spoke of it.
"What do you mean?" Warren either didn't understand or couldn't quite believe what her words implied.
"I'm going to teach you how to fuck, Sweetie. Starting tonight. You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
Again, all Warren could muster was a nod. He couldn't believe his good fortune. His highest hopes in coming over were that Stacey simply not regret what happened the previous weekend and maybe, just maybe, get a repeat performance. He never let himself believe that sex with her was realistically on the table, even though he had been jerking off to the idea for months.
