Author's note. I took some time to write the latest part. I hope you have been following the first three chapters of this series and will find this part interesting for your enjoyment.
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After the encounter with Sara and my mom, I maintained my sanity within the house by burying my horny self in my studies. I didn't get much time to be with mom as she managed to land herself a job for a month which took her away from home longer hours. It was alright since I thought we both needed a bit of space after the encounter with Sara.
I longed for my summer vacation which would give me time to relax and play around with Sara again. I did meet her a few times but she seemed distant and she blushed everytime she saw me and avoided me whenever she could. I didn't force the issue as I was also embarrassed about the encounter. However, she surprised me on the last day of school before the vacation by speaking to me.
"Hey, Sam how are things with you?"
"Hey! I am doing good. I didn't get a chance to talk to you. Been so busy with school stuff."
"Oh, that's cool. I was busy too and to be honest, I didn't have the guts to talk to you after what happened," she said, trying to avoid my eyes.
"You must think of me as a bad girl, huh?" she continued, her eyes downcast.
"Hey, don't say that, it was my fault and we seduced you," I admitted. I reached out and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.
"And besides, you were awesome that day. I still get excited thinking about it," I said feeling my face going red.
She looked at me, her eyes wide with emotion and seemed at a loss for words for a while. I reached out and touched her shoulder again. She seemed oblivious to my gesture and she had a faraway look.
"Hey, can I walk you home?" I asked managing to get through her veil of concentration.
She emerged from her reverie and nodded absently. Her mind seemed to be on something else and we skipped the bus and took the scenic route home. I paused by the gate to my house and we both turned towards the sound of a door slamming. It was Sara's mom. She looked at us and hesitated and then started walking purposefully towards us. Sara seemed upset to see her mom coming towards us and she turned to go.
"Sam I gotta go. See you later OK?"
"Hey Sam, can I speak with you for a minute?" asked Sara's mom Kate before I could reply Sara. Her tone was anything but friendly. I walked towards her with Sara.
"Mom lets go inside, don't make a scene here," pleaded Sara pulling her mom towards the house.
"Young man, I want to talk to you about what you did to my daughter," shouted Kate.
I didn't know what to do, so I followed her to the house with my heart in my mouth. I didn't know how much she knew about us and what happened the other day. To my annoyance, my gaze rested on Kate's swaying bottom which sent pleasurable jolts down to my crotch. I found it hard to avert my gaze from her butt and legs. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt that fit her shapely frame like a glove. I noticed that her hips were shapely and her narrow torso made is sexier. Her hair fluttered in the wind giving her a lovely look. Her breasts jiggled in her shirt giving a lovely rythm to her body. The expression on her face was not lovely and it was directed at me.
We went inside and I remained standing in the middle of the hall unsure what to do.
"Sara, go to you room!" snapped Kate. Sara stood her ground, her face defiant. She looked at me and her mom as if following a game of tennis. I nodded to her indicating that I will handle this and for her to go to her room instead of pissing her mom off. She looked lovely in her skirt and tight t-shirt. I was mesmerised by the rise and fall of her breasts. Her hands remained on her ample hips. I had a flashback and started seeing her sucking my cock with my mom. My dick got another dose of highly pressurised blood. I shook my head angrily. I was annoyed at my thoughts in the middle of a serious confrontation.
Sara looked at me again and then decided to obey her mom. I watched Sara's reluctant bottom move up the stairs. I longed to follow her and make her feel better but the lioness next to me (Kate) would have torn me apart. I looked at her expectantly, my gaze wandering all over her tight body, wanting to kick myself for not being able to control my feelings. I couldn't stop looking at her slender neck and wondered how it would feel under my tongue.
"I should call the police for what you did!" she said, jolting me to the present. My eyes moved to hers and back to her lips. Her lips reminded me of petals of a flower. They seemed so suckable. They were firmly closed together giving her a severe look. My gaze went down to the opening of her shirt. A couple of buttons were undone exposing her cleavage. I could see the top of a lacy pink bra. My gaze continued to travel down to the tight crotch of her shorts wondering whether she was shaved or not.
The slap came out of nowhere. One moment she was a few feet away from me and the next she was almost on me and her hand connected with my face with a loud thud. Even though there was not much force in the slap, the shock of it starled me and I grabbed her hand by instinct as I saw the second slap coming my way. The initial slap unbalanced my step and all I could do was grab onto Kate's shirt as we both fell down and I hit my head on a table. Then I realised how hard mahogany is as it made a sickening sound by connecting with my skull and by the time my head rested on the carpet, Kate was lying on top of me my my hand still holding onto her torn shirt. I had ripped away the rest of her shirt and it was open to her midriff. She landed strategically so that her crotch was on mine. I still held onto her hand worried that she would slap me and my head hurt like hell. It must have been seeing my head bang against the table that settled her down or it even may have been the feel of my rising cock under her, but I could not be sure. Her face softened and she helped me up.
"I am so sorry Sam. I just got out of control when you started to er.. check me out," she said, her voice genuinely apologetic. She made me sit on the couch and virtually straddled my legs as she inspected the bump on my head. My face was directly in line with her breasts that were lovingly guarded by a lacy pink bra.
Her breasts looked quite big judging by the buldge underneath. She made crooning noises as she rubbed my head. I watched the breasts jiggle as she put in more effort to rub the bump. This rubbing continued which gave rise to another bump on me. I was worried that I would be assaulted again if she accidently sat on my crotch but the shot never came. After a few more heart stopping jiggles she moved back to realise that her shirt was open to my wide gaze.
"Young man, I should slap you again!"
"I am sorry. I can't help it."
"You can't help what?"
"Well you know very well what I mean."
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't!"
She picked up the cordless phone which was lying on the couch and started to dial.
"What are you doing?"
"I am calling the police."