The phone was ringing as they walked into the house. Bobby and Helen looked at each other. Her face went pale.
"I...I wonder if that's Mort," she murmured as, with her heart pounding, she started for the phone hanging on the kitchen wall. Her hand was trembling while she reached for the phone and picked it up. "H...hello?" she said.
Bobby watched her grow even paler as she listened.
"Mort, you gave me no choice," she said, as color returned to her face. "I...I'm not going to allow you to hit me, not ever again."
This time, as she listened to whatever her husband's response was, Bobby saw her face grow red, and her eyes light up with anger.
"Mort, if you do that, I'll have you arrested," she said. She shook her head. "No, I'm not threatening you. That's a promise! If you violate that restraining order, you will go to jail!"
Once again Helen stood quietly, listening to her husband rant and rave.
"I don't know what you're going to do, Mort," she said. "All I know is that you aren't coming here. Not now, not ever. I intend to see a lawyer first thing tomorrow, Mort, our marriage is over."
She listened a little longer, then she snapped. "Mort, I'm not going to listen to any more of this," she said. "If you come here, you'll be arrested. Don't make me do that." She slammed the phone into the receiver, turned, and looked at Bobby.
"I take it he isn't happy," the young man said.
Helen shook her head and a sad smile formed on her face. "Not even a little bit," she said. "I...I hope he doesn't violate the restraining order. I...I really don't want to have him arrested."
"I know you don't," Bobby said. "Look, I'll stay here tonight if...if you think that will help."
"I'd like that, Bobby," Helen replied. She had a feeling she'd be a lot safer if he was there. Mort wouldn't dare try anything in front of Bobby. She stepped closer to the young man and caressed his face lightly with her fingers. "Bobby, you are so wonderful!"
Bobby put his arms around her, cupped her bottom in his hands, pulled her against him, and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "You're pretty wonderful, too," he said. He squeezed her bottom.
Helen hugged him and gave him a kiss on the chin. "You're so sweet!" she said. She released him and stepped out of his embrace.
"Don't worry," Bobby said. "I'll call Mom later and tell her I need to stay tonight. I...I'd be happy to stay here as long as you need me to."
Bobby reached for her again, pulled her back into his arms and covered her lips with his. He felt her pressing against him, then her tongue forced its way between his lips and into his mouth. Excitement blossomed in the young man while their tongues lashed.
"Come on," Bobby said when the kiss ended. He led her toward the living room.
Helen went along with him on rubbery legs. She thought they were headed for the bedroom but, much to her surprise, once they were in the living room, the young man led her to the sofa. She wasn't sure what he was up to, and didn't care, just so long as it ended with them making love!
Bobby sat down on the sofa and pulled her down onto his lap. Her firm bottom pressed against his swollen cock and she squirmed and giggled when he pulled her into another torrid kiss.
Helen felt the young man's erection pressing against her bottom the minute she settled on his lap. She found the fact that he was making love to her in the living room exciting! She groaned and stabbed her tongue almost all the way down his throat.
