On the way home I chuckled to myself, I had recorded Izzy bent over the desk as I fucked her. It was obvious she enjoyed it and wanted more of my big dick. Plus she had not noticed me recording our conversation, so now I had evidence of her fucking other men. Now I just needed to nail Selma's ass.
I still had her clothes I washed and dried I had not had a chance to return them. She had even mouthed thank you to me at the game the other day. I had saved her from being found drunk by her son or husband. I didn't have anything to really blackmail her on like I did Izzy, but I could see the desire in her eyes that day in the pool. Fuck! I couldn't believe I cum so damn quick. Still it was amazing feeling her lips on my cock, even for just a moment. Plus she seemed to really get off on my cumming all over her face and hair.
I just needed to get her alone again. If she had not been drunk that day would have been the perfect time, but no way in hell did I want her drunk when I fucked her. I wanted her to be totally aware when my dick stretched out her pussy, and her to remember every orgasm as she came on my cock.
Parking my truck at home I had several missed calls from Ben and one from my Mom. Ben didn't leave any messages, but Mom's message said to call her. That message was over 45 minutes ago. Fuck! Turning my burner phone off I hurried inside the house. I hated lying to my Mom, she could read me like a book. Keep it simple I keep telling myself as I opened the door and walked in the front door.
Mom was in the den and heard me come in, "Dylan, I'm in the den."
"I'll be right there Mom, I need to use the restroom first," I shouted back. That would give me time to get my thoughts together. Using the half bath off the kitchen I took time to piss and wash my face with cold water. "Okay," I mumbled looking into the mirror over the sink, "I went to the City Park and left my phone in the truck while I walked around." Mom knew I did that sometime when I was thinking about Dad. I thought to myself, Dad, forgive me for using you to cover up a lie, but I do go there often to remember the times he took me there when I was little to play and climb on the jungle gym. Thank God I had turned down the volume on all incoming calls when I was with Izzy, now I reset all my settings.
"Hey Mom sorry I missed your call earlier.." I was saying as I walked in the den.
"Oh that's okay Dylan. Selma called to see if you could use your truck to move some of those boxes out of the garage. Then a few minutes after I tried to reach you, she called back and said not to bother she was able to make other arrangements."
"Sorry Mom, you know I would help her. Maybe I need to call her," I replied. Damn maybe this was my chance to get her alone.
"I know you would, but don't worry about it she called back like I said and said she had it handled. Lately it's like she is not thinking clearly. Now what would you like to do for supper? "She asked as she got up from the couch.
I knew I didn't need to push it about calling Mrs. C, plus I was lucky the discussion of me not returning her call was no longer a problem. "How about I just fire up the grill and fix us some burgers. Let me wait on you for a change," I told her as I put my arm around her shoulders.
Looking up at me she smiled, "You know I just might do that. It's still early, I may put my bathing suit on and go for a swim while you're doing that. Just remember I like my meat juicy," she giggled, "don't over cook my burger."
The last time I cooked burgers for us I got caught up day dreaming about Izzy and Selma and damn near burnt the burgers. They were certainly well done.
"Yes Ma'am," I chuckled, "I won't make that mistake again." I watched her head upstairs to change. Did she just have a little more sway in her ass as she walked away?
Get your mind off pussy Dylan DeWayne, I told myself, that's your mother! Going out back I fired up the gas grill to let it burn off, then went upstairs to my bedroom to put on a pair of swim trunks. I figured I would go ahead and call Ben, so I didn't have to hear him bitch later about not reaching me. I would give him the same excuse I was going to give my mother about the City Park.
"About time asshole, I called several times this afternoon," he barked when he answered the phone.
"What's got your panties in a wad," I chuckled. "You didn't even leave a message, it must not have been too important."
"Did you ever get a date for the prom?" He asked sounding pissed.
"No I haven't because I'm not going to the prom, so stop asking me," I told him.
"Damn't Dylan this is our Senior year. I know your last girlfriend wouldn't fuck you, but you don't have to fuck every girl you date. We could just go dance and have some fun one last time," he mumbled.
"You're just trying to set me up with your girlfriend's friend Ben, I'm not interested," I said harshly. I was getting pissed. Young girls didn't turn me on anymore, after sampling older women like Izzy. In the future I want experienced women that would appreciate my big dick. Izzy sure as hell did, and I knew Mrs. C wanted it even if she didn't want to admit it. I just need the right opportunity. A light bulb went off in my head!
"Okay asshole," mumbled Ben, "sorry if I made you mad."
"No hard feelings Ben but I'm not going to the prom, but I'll try and come by for the after party and have a few drinks with all of you. Say, your mom called my mom with something about moving some boxes out of the garage. What's that about?"
"Oh it's those boxes you helped her move out of the attic. Dad heard her talking to your mom and got on my ass about it. He said I could get off my ass and rent a U-Haul truck and move them for her," said Ben.
"Buddy there's no need for that, hell I'll use my truck and move them for her. Hell I need to run I'm cooking burgers for me and mom. Tell Mrs. C I'll call her tomorrow and take care of her," I said as calmly as I could, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it.
"Thanks man, I'll tell her," Ben said, "and Dylan be sure and at least come by for the after party and have some drinks with us.",
"Sure thing buddy...talk later," as I hung up and pumped my fist in the air. Hell yes, I would take care of her. I'll stretch out her tight little box. I hid my burner phone under my mattress and hurried downstairs and grabbed hamburger meat, seasonings, spatula and headed out to the patio. I stopped in my tracks and took a deep breath. Mom was laying out by the pool, which I expected, but damn she was wearing a bikini. It had been years since she wore one. Since Dad died she always wore one piece bathing suits.
She turned her head toward me, "Honey, would you mind pouring me a glass of wine after you get the burgers started," she asked in a sweet voice.
"Su..sure Mom....you just relax and I'll get it," I mumbled and quickly stepped over to the grill and set down the tray on the picnic table. She was a good twenty feet from me, but I had a good view of her from the side as she stretched out on the lounge chair. Her 34C cup tits were barely contained in the white, tiny bikini top. She had a flat toned stomach, long shapely legs and that bikini bottom was held together by strings tied into a bow at the side exposing her creamy smooth skin.