Note: I would like to thank everyone that voted and left comments on the first part of this story. I told myself that if anyone liked or voted for it than I would continue. Some of the comments were brutal. Which, honestly is something I expected and looked forward to? Criticism = motivation - to continue and improve. There's always gonna be things that I can work on, just like any art form. But as long as you, the readers continue reading I will continue to write and hopefully improve. I hope this naughty chapter leaves you excited or gooey or both, and hopefully you find the writing itself a little more enjoyable . Thank you T.G.26
The term paper, part 2
I woke up the next morning and stretched, grunting loudly. That had to be the best night's sleep I ever had. Too bad, I woke up alone to a deafening silence and a straining hard on. Lying in the middle of my bed I stared at the ceiling, thinking as my mind whirled in circles, replaying last night's events in my head.
It was difficult wrapping my head around this situation. My chest was pounding as a rush of different emotions come flooding over me. My whole body felt shaky, a strange fear twisting at my gut. Different thoughts flipped in my head like a picture album, scenes from last night. I don't know why but I feel like I might have done something terribly wrong. After all, mom had not been in the most stable state of mental health lately.
What did I do last night;
I should have thought things out a little more. But wow, she was so hot, it was so amazing. I'm not sure that I could have stopped if I wanted to.
Rolling over I jumped out of bed in a rush, jetting to the hall but stopping just short of the door, realizing I was still naked. I put on a clean pair of boxers and hurried out. "Damn, not in here either." I thought, taking my morning piss. Anyone that says you can't pee with a hard on is full of it, because I can without any difficulties and even maintain after wards.
After finishing I hit the knob, gave the ol 'hands a quick rinse and headed to moms room. I smiled remembering what I found on the other side of the door last time. I quietly opened the door just as I did last night and leaned in taking a quick look around in the dim light that pierced through moms sheer curtains. "Double damn." I thought, noticing the bed, still made in her favorite peach colored satin bedding. I retreated , heading to the kitchen. "Maybe she's cleaning or something." I said aloud to the silence and myself, knowing damn well I would hear something if she was.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, leaning around the corner I found that someone had made a fresh pot of coffee but the automatic pot had turned off and the coffee had long since turned cold. There were only two other places in the house that she could possibly be. One I didn't even have to check because there was no way that she would be in dad's old office, besides, there was nothing in there other than drafting tools and all things ass clowns. Her being in there was as likely as monkeys crawling out of my ass playing trombones.
The living room, well that could have been a possibility until it wasn't. I flopped back into my favorite piece of furniture in the whole world, my beanbag chair. No seriously, it's as big as a love seat and made from shaggy, downy soft, synthetic fur. Bright white and always smells like cucumber melon. Not sure how it got to smell like that but it does. And I'm not complaining because I love the scent of cucumber melon, sometimes too much.
The room itself was mom's love child for about four months. It was retro seventies overkill. Kind of like something out of clockwork orange twisted with some Austin powers. It was fun looking, from the round glass toped coffee table to the green shag carpet to the orange vinyl furniture sitting on top of steel frames. I thought it was great but when pops saw it on a trip home all hell broke loose. He left threatening mom with divorce but we didn't think he was serious. About that time, I ordered the one thing for my mom that the room was missing, an extra-large lava lamp. Unfortunately, the lamp arrived exactly ten minutes after mom was served divorce papers, it still sits in the box unopened on the end of the couch.
My mind raced through places she might be, reasons she might have had for leaving.
Oh' what did I do
I thought' playing over everything again in my head.
Did I take advantage of her?
No, she came on to me mostly, didn't she?
Maybe she did but you know how depressed she is right now, you should have stopped it from going as far as it did.
Yea right, then what would have happened, what type of mind set would that have put her in, not just rejected by the man that she loved and was supposed to spend the rest of her life with, but also her son, her own flesh and blood, the one that she gave life to.I thought, arguing with myself and twiddling my thumbs nervously.
Well it doesn't matter now but one things for sure, it's probably best not to mention anything about last night when she comes home, if she comes home, just act natural, like nothing happened unless she says something first.
Suddenly there was a loud bang and I jumped about ten feet out of my skin.
Mom's voice rang out like a sweet chime, "honey, are you up yet?"
I ran to the kitchen in a rush, almost slipping as I come into the kitchen, mom standing in the doorway, her arms weighed down, full of grocery bags and she was losing her grip. She tried to conserve at allot of things to eliminate waste. For instance the bags, she carries her own reusable shopping bags that she packs her groceries in, we also have a filtered pitcher and adapter on the kitchen sink to save on bottled water.
She was dressed in an old grey t-shirt that was almost too small for her massive tits and blue jean shorts that showed off her thick, sexy legs. The T seemed to cry out for help, barely holding on to contain her breasts. She made it known that her tops had to be bought two sizes too big just to fit over her cleavage.
"Uh, a little help here please?" she laughed, barely holding on to the sacks. I shook my head realizing that I had just been standing there gawking at her.
I hurried over taking bag after bag from her arms and setting them on the island's granite counter top. "So you've been out shopping I asked sounding more relieved than intended.
"Oh honey I'm sorry, I guess I should have left a note or something. I woke up feeling like a world of weight was just gone, completely revitalized." She said reaching over and taking me by the hand. "You were so right baby, we don't need him, were going to be just fine." She went on unpacking groceries and putting them up, running from the cabinets to the fridge and back again refilling our dusty, empty shelves.
