It's been over a month since the night with Mrs. Adleson. I've had moments when I've doubted it even happened, that I dreamed it all, then I pull out the note, the one she left me with one word,"MINE." It even has her scent on it which drives me wild. I get so excited when I think about her and that's most of the time.
I wonder if I was just a passing fancy or she was just needing to get something out of her system. Maybe I was her version of a midlife crisis. Maybe she wishes it never happened.
Her husband is a great guy. I've always liked him. I feel like a real douche when I think about it, but I know if I get another chance to be with her again I'll do it in a heartbeat.
Maybe he found out? Surely he would say something or whip my ass. Hell, I would let him. I deserve it.
I've been in her neighborhood a couple of times since then, visiting my parents, but haven't seen either of them. It's not from lack of trying. I sit in Mom and Dad's living room staring out the window that faces the Adleson's house and...nothing.
I don't drive by there unless I'm going to my parents because if she is watching I don't want to seem stalkerish.
Mrs. Adleson really affected me. I mean I've always been enamored with her, but now it's something different, something more. That night I became hers, her property and normally I would take offense to that, but not in this case. Hell, every time it rains I think about her even more.
I know I'll never be able to have Mrs. Adleson, not in the normal or permanent sense of the word, but I'm hers and it makes me happy to know it. It also drives me insane going this long without seeing or hearing from her, but well worth the wait.
One day I'll be with someone else and hopefully happy, but no matter what I'll smile when I think about my time with Mrs. Adleson.
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A few days pass and Mom calls letting me know Dad's brother will be coming to town the following weekend and they want me to come to their house to have dinner with them. It's my favorite uncle and I haven't seen him or his wife in years. I look forward to it not only because of that, but it might be a distraction considering I can't stop thinking about Mrs. Adleson.
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Saturday arrives. Still haven't heard a peep from Mrs. Adleson. I was hoping this would help take my mind off her but I know the whole time I'm there I'll be checking the front window for her or be thinking of ways to bring her up in conversations without raising suspicions. I shave and take a shower. My family is kind of old-school so I put on a nice shirt and tie. I even got haircut earlier today.
I get in the car and head to their house. When I get there, I drive around the block a couple of times to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Adleson...nothing, her lights aren't even on. I wonder if they went on vacation or had an emergency. Finally giving up, I pull into Mom and Dad's driveway, sit there for awhile, then go the door. It's obvious they have company. The house is lit up like a Christmas tree and there's a strange car out front, my uncle's of course.
I usually just walk in, but since tonight is special, I knock. Soon, I see my mother's shrinking shadow from the kitchen light on the drapes in the front door as she makes her way to open it. Letting me in, I'm immediately greeted by the smell of home cooking, laughter in the background, and a hug and kiss from Mom. She stands back and says, "Don't you look nice. You cut your hair," as she straightens my tie.
"Everyone is in the kitchen," and she leads the way excited.
My uncle meets in the kitchen doorway, gives me a strong handshake then bear hugs me. He's a huge man but as friendly as they come. Wearing a pinstripe suit he looks like a crime boss. His wife, my aunt, steps out from behind him giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She's so tiny next to him, a cute little spit-fire.
I see Dad at the oven making cornbread. Mom cooks everything but the cornbread, that's his specialty. He turns and greets me and says "Everyone come to the table. It's ready," Mom joins him and starts bringing piping hot dishes of food.
Uncle Lester turns, giving me the first full view of the table and my stomach switches places with my lungs. Mrs. Adleson is sitting at the table with her husband.
I don't know if I'm happy or terrified, have butterflies or about to throw up, but she seems unaffected. Same old Mrs. Adleson like she was before the night of the storm. Wearing another one of her flowerdy dresses that she makes look sexy and innocent at the same time. She sits smiling at everyone, only briefly looking my direction being polite.
I don't realize until everyone is looking at me that I'm the only person standing. I rush to the table embarrassed more than I should be and freeze. The only chair left is beside Mrs. Adleson.
She smiles, no innuendos, no hidden meaning that I can pick up on, just a friendly smile. I pull the chair out and sit, almost falling.
"Are you okay Sebastian?" she asks as innocent as ever.
"Yes, I haven't eaten yet today so I'm a little lightheaded," I lie.
"Why on earth have you not eaten today?" my mother asks.
"Because I wanted to save room for your cooking," trying to sound convincing.
"You know you can eat here anytime you want," mother scolds.
"Now Jean, he's probably too busy with his girlfriend's to eat Mom's cooking every night," Mrs. Adleson says to my mom, giving her a sly grin.
I turn to her too quickly. At least it seems that way to me, but no one seems to notice. She politely smiles at me, then turns to my mom.
"Do you have a girlfriend or girlfriend's Sebastian?" Mom asks almost worried.
I'm sure he does, and the more the merrier, at least until he get's married," Dad chimes in.
Everyone is looking at me now like I should say something.
"I'm not really dating lately," I say rather embarrassingly. No reaction from Mrs. Adleson.
Eventually the subject is dropped to my relief and moves on to other things, many of which I don't have a clue of because my mind is racing. I wonder what Mrs. Adleson is thinking, is she still interested in me, has she moved on to someone else, does she feel guilty and recommitting herself to Mr. Adleson, is she wearing panties, if so what color, is she wet....
I suddenly become aware of the silence and coming out of my thoughts, and notice everyone is staring at me again as if waiting for a response."What?" I say confused.
"Are you okay? You seem distracted," my mom asks.
"I'm fine Mom," I state imaginatively.
My mother would normally pursue this until her doubts were satisfied, but in front of the quests she lets it drop. We finish the main course and move on to the side dishes through the lull of small talk. Mom is in a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Adleson and Dad is carrying on with Lester.
Mrs. Adleson is uncanny and frustrating. Acting like nothing has happened. Maybe it's part of an act so that we can carry on with our affair, I hope very positively.
She drops her fork on the floor. "Could you pick that up for me Sebastian? she asks with a sweet smile.
"Sure thing," I say, scooting my chair back, pulling up the tablecloth and bending underneath. When I reach for it she kicks it away from me so I have to get on my hands and knees to get it. When I pick it up her bare foot touches my neck and I turn almost knocking my head under the table. She has her dress hiked up over her mound, panties pulled to the side, and one finger rubbing her clit, already dripping on to the chair. The wet sound is intoxicating.
I have no idea how long I've been under here and want to stay, but I have to get back to my chair before anyone looks under here to see what I'm doing. She brushes her toe across my lips, I can't resist taking it into my mouth and tasting it, then she releases me.
Sitting next to her again, I know I'm flush, but no one comments. Uncle Lester is telling a childhood story about him and Dad, very loudly, and everyone is laughing.
I can hear the very faint sounds of Mrs Adleson steadily rubbing her clit. You wouldn't know it by her face. She is engaged in the conversation, alert and laughing. Her arm and breasts barely moving, not enough for anyone to notice.
Her leg brushes against mine and I glance at her face, smiling as she stealthily takes a whole carrot from her plate, it disappears under the table. She laughs at something my uncle says, then shudders when I assume she slides it inside her. When no one's looking she places it on my plate, shiny with her juices.
Her hand appears on my thigh and squeezes. She boldly looks deep into my eyes hungrily not caring who sees.
If I don't take the carrot from my plate she will give us away. Her stare is unwavering. She's showing me I'm hers. I'm her property and she can control me anytime she wants. Her other hand is still working her pussy. When I hesitate she speeds up her playing and let's out a moan loud enough for everyone to hear. The table grows silent, all focused on Mrs. Adleson as she follows the moan with a cough and says "pardon me," with an embarrassed smile.
I grab the carrot and put it in my mouth as the conversation begins where it left off, no strange looks, she pulled it off.
It's not that I don't want her pussy coated produce, but I'm put off by my family being so near. She has let me know this is her game and I better play ball. Even though if we had been caught just now, she would have been the one to look the most guilty, she knows it would be over for us and I won't take that chance. I'm completely enamored with her. I hope she never asks me to rob a bank or kill anybody. I never would've dreamed before the fateful night of the storm, Mrs. Adleson would have such control of me.
I can smell and taste her sweet nectar. When I place the last bite in my mouth I look again in her eyes. Her expression is almost one of pain. I notice her feint gyrations are much faster...oh gawd, she's about to cum right here at the table in front of everyone, and no one has a clue, not even her husband sitting next to her. He's talking to my Dad about an old fishing story. Everyone else is listening to my uncle go on when Mrs. Adleson grips my leg hard, shudders, turns red, then sinks in her chair exhaling. With a look of relief, she straightens back up, smiling at me.
Placing something in my hand under the tablecloth, she looks at my mother and says "May I be excused? I need to freshen up," leaving for the bathroom when my mother acknowledges her.
Keeping my hand in my lap I look to see what she gave me. Oh sweet hell, it's her panties and they're dripping wet. I turn to look at her empty chair, she left me a creamy puddle. It looks like she tried to clean it, but left some in haste without realizing.
Grabbing some paper towels I drop another fork in the floor so I can clean everything before it gets noticed. Not being able to resist I run two fingers over the chair then suck them dry. Damn, I'm hard as rock right now.
I realize what a deviant I've become when instead of throwing the paper towels away, I shove them in my pocket with her damp panties. Deviant, I remember the last time I was called that. It was by Mrs. Adleson and apparently she's right, but it was by her own creation.
