She stared at me for a few seconds.
“Bobby?” {I was “Bobby” again}She looked pretty tense. “We can talk about this tomorrow morning after your Father leaves to play golf.”
She had a hopeful look in her eyes. But she hadn’t let me off the hook that easily this afternoon.
“We can do that.” I told her.
She looked a little relieved. But before she had a chance to say anything or get to comfortable, I told her, “But for right now…”
She looked at me attentively.
“I think that maybe you should take care of this.”
I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I did it anyways. I pulled the front of my shorts down. A bold move for sure. Sink or swim here.
“Bobby!” She gasped as she slid her chair back real quick. She looked down at my hard-on and jerked her head towards the couch again to make sure my dad wasn’t sitting there watching all this. He snored lightly with his back to us.
“Robert! Put that thing away before your father wakes up.”
I leaned in towards her a little and whispered, “I guess we’d have some explaining to do, wouldn’t we Mom?”
“You can’t be serious…” She hissed. “You want me to do that …Here?… Now?”
I was standing my ground.
Believe me, the thought of my Dad waking up and catching me exposing myself to mom, scared the shit out of me. But the thought of what my Mom had done earlier that day; the picture of her with her lips around my cock, well―it was like a drug. I really wanted more.
Her eyes flickered back and forth from my Dad back to the hard dick right in front of her as she shifted nervously in her chair. She certainly looked conflicted.
She looked the way I probably looked when she stood over me in the living room this afternoon telling me that I didn’t have much time to comply with her demands.
She groaned quietly as she scrutinized her predicament. She could have just got up and run up the stairs but she didn’t. She truly was running out of time. Dad could wake up at any second and see us and she knew it.
I didn’t respond. I just stood there with my dick out, waiting. I felt kinda like the family pet that shit on the new carpet. I wasn’t really sure what was gunna happen but I knew it was coming.
“I can’t do this… …I won’t do this” She hissed under her breath. She took a deep breath; looked over nervously at Dad, and then shot a quick look around the kitchen.
“. . Not here.” she whispered anxiously.
“In my room?” I suggested, more than surprised at her responce.
“No―Not in your room, Robert.” She rolled her beautiful eyes. “ If your father wakes up. . .” She cut her eyes at him, “. . .and sees that I’m not in our bed, he’ll come looking for me. ”
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