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Jeremy and Jenny's tale continues, now with the addition of Erin.
BTW- this chapter ended up going long, enjoy!
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The future was looking so much better for me now!
Erin and I had become almost inseparable. At least while I was outside my house.
I hadn't introduced her to my family, even though I had met her parents. They were nice and seemed to like me. If only they knew what I was doing with their daughter in their house while they were at work!
Mom questioned me about my girlfriend incessantly, trying to glean any information that she could.
I didn't know why mom seemed to be so fixated on Erin. Except for the fact that I seemed to be keeping her a secret.
I mean, I wasn't trying to. I just wasn't so sure about my current girlfriend meeting my former flame; especially that she was also my mother! How bizarre is that?
Also, graduation was only six weeks away!
The import of that momentous event was weighing heavily on me. It felt like the future was barreling at me like a freight train and if I didn't decide what I wanted to do soon, it would smash into me and leave me a broken wreck in its wake.
I was going to go to college. That was a surety. I just didn't know which one yet.
My parents were getting very fidgety about my procrastination, almost to the point of deciding for me.
As Erin and I got more serious, I was almost certain that I would go to the local community college with her. I just hoped that if I did so that it wasn't just to be with Erin and that I was just putting off making a decision for another two years.
As to Erin.
We were having sex four or five times a week. Usually at her house after school while her parents were gone. Also, in almost any other place that we had the opportunity. My car, her car, an almost deserted theater, even one of the school restrooms during lunch!
Every time was amazing with my redheaded sex fiend!
Erin was a dichotomy of shyness and boldness.
She would balk at initiating an encounter and then be reckless once we had begun, then the next day she'd be the opposite, pulling me behind a tree at the local park to give me a blowjob and then be as meek as a newborn deer when we were almost caught by a patrolman.
That Erin appeared so innocent on the outside, but that was such a sex-hungry vixen beneath her pure-seeming exterior. I would never forget the time I had with my mom and even as great as things were with Erin, nothing could ever top the sex I had had with Jenny. However, Erin was something that I could be open about, someone that I could show my friends. Mom might be a ten, but Erin was a nine point nine five!
Not that it was only just sex between Erin and me.
Even with as often as we were going at it, sex was only a small part of what was so great about her. We were like twins that had been separated at birth. We were so in sync with each other; we practically finished each other's sentences. Even as cliché as that was. We weren't just copies of each other though, we had enough varied interests that things were never dull for us, we always had something to say to each other. And we would spend hours doing so.
Erin was the first person, male or female, that I felt I could spend all day talking with and not miss having sex. Someone I could be stranded with on a deserted island and that we wouldn't get tired of each other. Or kill each other for getting on our nerves!
How many people in the world could say that about another person?
We had only know each other for barely three weeks, so I knew it was too early to say that we would always be so comfortable together, but it felt like a hundred years already. A hundred great years.
Erin was beginning to make me a believer in her belief in us being destined to be together. But forever? I wasn't a hundred percent sold yet.
Because I had a nagging feeling that I wasn't done with mom yet.
And the fact that she might not be done with me yet either!
The past week I had begun to notice that mom seemed to be flirting with me.
At first, I just chalked it up to my lingering feelings for her and the desire to be with her again.
The more I thought over the things that had happened, and tried to think of any other possibility for her actions, the more I became sure that mom was trying to win me back.
Were things not working out with dad?
That wasn't what it looked like to me.
The two of them were happier than I'd seen them in a very long time.
But if things were okay between my parents, then why was mom acting so strangely around me?
If it hadn't been for the fact that things were so awesome with Erin, I would have jumped at the opportunity to get back with mom. Even with the pain she had caused. I had finally put those feelings behind me, burying the ache I had felt and now only looked back on that time with a fond reminiscence. It was the only way I could go on.
However, if mom did want me back, could I resist her or refuse her?
Only the memory of the heartache she had caused, and would likely cause again, gave me the strength to resist mom's wiles.
But if mom wanted to flirt with me, I could do the same back to her!
I had come home one school day after my almost regular stop at Erin's house for some emergency sex. We were both horny, so it was an emergency!
Anyway.
I came home and I found mom in the living room seemingly waiting on me. Jojo and Johnny were in the backyard, and dad wasn't home yet. Mom was wearing a pair of snug black slacks and an off-white blouse. What caused me to pause was that the blouse was unbuttoned down to her navel, revealing a large amount of her clearly braless breasts. I couldn't help but stare at the expanse of skin.
"Jeremy! Don't stare at my tits!" She reprimanded me, but in a tone that was more suggestive than reproof.
My eyes came up to meet her half-lidded emerald pools. She batted those eyes at me.
I had never known what that was until that moment.
She was practically inviting me to stare at her tits!
Moreover, that she had actually said tits. Not breasts, not chest, not down my top. No, tits!
She also made no motion to button up or to try to hide her creamy bosoms.
I just shook my head.
If I hadn't been recently satiated with Erin, I might not have been responsible for my actions!
I came into the kitchen one evening to grab another drink. I almost walked right into the island counter as I stared at my mother.
Or rather, her ass!
She was bent over, but her knees were slightly angled, giving me the most perfect sight of her curvaceous hemispheres!
Well, almost perfect.
I
had
seen them bare right before I had shoved my dick between them!
"Oh, Jeremy. Just who I need."
What?
"Can you help me with my box?"
Huh? Her box?
Oh! She was trying to pick up a well-taped cardboard container.
"What's in it?" I asked, but unable to look away from her posterior.
That she hadn't moved made it obvious that she was so positioned just for my benefit.
"Just some dishes that I'm packing away." Still motionless, as if frozen in an almost sexual position.
If not for her tan slacks stretched over her derrière, I could have slipped my cock right into her ...
"Why are they on the floor?" The lack of blood in my brain impeded my thoughts.
