Friday finally came and it was time to head out to Val's parents home. We hopped in my gray Ford Taurus and started out on the two hour drive from campus to their house.
"Excited?" she asked me.
"Excited is not exactly the word I would use." I responded.
"Oh you'll be fine. It's going to go great...I promise." Val assured me.
I wasn't so sure but Val was very excited about the upcoming... unveiling. We had gone through her plan over and over again and I have to admit, it could possibly work. Val also believed that if everything went the way she thought it would, her mom would only get a glimpse of me anyway, she wouldn't get the Full Monty, so to speak.
As we drove, we talked about a bunch of different things but my mind kept thinking about the next day, Saturday, when we were going to put our plan...er... her plan into action.
I was still uncertain if I could go through with it. Val, knowing that I may try to back out, prepared me in the only way she knew how. First, she cut me off from sex and forbade me from masturbating for the prior week. Now, a week without sex or an orgasm may not sound like a big deal. But for a 19 year old college guy, who was used to having sex at least once, usually twice a day, a week seemed like forever. That, along with the constant teasing and talk of the coming weekend had me at an all time high in sexual angst. To put it bluntly, I was exceptionally horny and Val knew the hornier I was, the more likely I was to go through with it.
We arrived at her home around 6pm and had just missed her father, brother and sister. That was fine with me, I felt seeing any other members of her family would just make me even more nervous than I already was. Val's mom was super excited to see us and greeted me with a big hug, one that I thought kind of lingered a little longer than usual.
Mrs. Daniels (Val's mom) was the protypical TV sitcom mom. A cross between June Cleaver and Carol Brady in her demeanor. She was not yet 40 but had the aura of someone who was a little older and very motherly. At least, that was the outward appearance. Physically she was rather plain looking. Val and her mom had the same coloring but that's where the similarities ended. Mrs. Daniels had long strawberry blonde hair and light features. She was not fat by any stretch but she looked like a woman who had had three children. I did not find her attractive but at the same time, she was not unattractive. She was for all intents and purposes, generic.
The relationship she had with Val's brother and sister was much different than the one she had with Val. This was something that caused some friction between Val and her siblings. To them, she was very much the prim and proper mom. With Val, her personality was different, she was the "cool mom."
She always treated me very nice and I never felt she crossed the line at all. That's why I found the hug she gave me rather odd. She had hugged me before but this time she "hugged" me.
Anyway, Val's mom prepared a nice meal for us and other than the little bit of awkwardness I was feeling around her, the rest of the night was uneventful.
Whenever I slept over, Val and I would start the night in separate rooms and then one of us would sneak into the others room for some fun, before returning to our respective beds before morning. It wasn't as daring as it may sound because Val's house was a large split level and her parents slept on the top floor, while Val, her sister and the guest room were on the main floor. The bottom floor was where her brother slept. Tonight however, we would be staying in our separate rooms, the whole night.
As you could imagine, the combination of nervousness and extreme horniness made falling asleep difficult. I tossed and turned for most of the night but at some point I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, it was morning and Val was knocking at my door.
Val was so excited! She came in and gave me a big kiss and said good morning. She then told me to head over to the shower, so we could get things going. I had a pit in my stomach about it all. I was hoping Val would just say forget the whole thing but deep down I knew that wasn't going to happen. I gathered my clothes, which I knew I wouldn't be putting on and headed off to the shower. Val's mom, for her part, was in the kitchen making breakfast. She always made breakfast on the weekends and that fact was integral to the plan.
I got into the shower and as the water hit me, Val put the rest of the plan in motion. The plan was rather simple but genius at the same time. The whole thing would take place on the main floor. The guest room was at the end of a long, wide hallway. As I already mentioned, along that hallway was also Val's room, her sister's room and the bathroom. There were also staircases that led to the other floors but those weren't going to come into play. At the other end of the hallway, it opened up into a large kitchen and next to the kitchen a living area .
First, Val was to go into the kitchen and find out when breakfast would be ready? When her mom told her it was almost done, Val was going to make her aware that she was going to tell me to hurry up in the shower...that way her mom would be "paying attention."
Next, she was supposed to come into the bathroom and "steal" my clothes and the towels, leaving me only a small hand towel to dry off.
Then, she was to take my clothes and towels and put them in the spare room and lock the door.
And then finally, she was to go back to the kitchen with one towel and wait for me to come out. When her mom inevitably asked what she was doing, Val would tell her that she was playing a trick on me and then she would start to gauge her mother's reaction.
My part was to act surprised and embarrassed that my clothes were stolen and when I couldn't get into the spare room, I was too slowly make my way towards the kitchen, covering myself and asking Val for the towel. Val would read her mother, if she was clearly mad, Val would run the towel over to me and unlock the door to the spare room, ending our little game. If she let it play out, I would make my way over to the kitchen and Val would toss me the towel and key. Maybe her mom would get a quick glimpse of my butt as I ran back to the room and that would be about it. The beauty of the plan was that I was the "victim," so if her mom got mad, it would be directed toward Val, not me.
That was the plan...at least that was supposed to be the plan. That was until Val decided to go off script
After Val had left the bathroom, I waited a few minutes then got out of the shower. When I had dried off sufficiently I walked over to the bathroom door, took a deep breath and opened it. I peaked my head out and played my part.
I called to Val "asking" her where my clothes were? Val played her part and told me they were in the spare room. I left the bathroom and with my back to the kitchen made my way over to the spare room, knowing ahead of time it was locked. As I did so I could hear Val say "nice ass."
With that I could hear Mrs. Daniels say "Valerie Samantha" (Val's first and middle names) "what have you done to that poor boy?"
Val told her with a giggle "I haven't done anything, nothing at all." Then Val called to me, "Come on babe, time for breakfast."
I turned around, covering myself with both hands and hugged the wall as I very slowly made my way down the hallway toward the kitchen. Val was sitting at the kitchen table, with her back to me but turned so she could see me. Mrs. Daniels was over by the stove still and the wall was blocking her view, but I could hear her.
"Oh Valerie, stop torturing that poor boy." I could hear her say. She was sort of sticking up for me but not very forcibly. Val just ignored her mother and kept telling me to come and eat.
As I walked toward my fate, I thought to myself two things, first, that this might actually work and two, I can't believe I agreed to do this. My first indication something was wrong though, was when I noticed Val was NOT holding a towel and I couldn't see one anywhere near her. I mouthed to her "Where's the towel?" But Val just ignored me as I slowly crept down the hallway.
"Chris, you are being very rude. My mother got up early and cooked us breakfast. Come sit down and eat." Val mockingly reprimanded me.
At this point, Mrs. Daniels came into view as she went to sit down at the table. I knew she was there but her coming into the picture suddenly caused me to pause my walk for a moment. I was still covering myself and trying to hug the wall but it didn't help much. Mrs. Daniels was trying not to stare at me but kept glancing up from the table.
"Valerie, you are embarrassing him," she finally said. "You had your fun, now give him a towel," she told her.
"Mom, I don't have any towels. Besides, the food is getting cold. Chris, come on, sit down and eat, you're being very rude." Val again scolded me in a mocking tone.
By now I clearly knew that Val had pulled a fast one on me.
"Val, I can't eat like this...I...I don't want to embarrass you're mom." I was hoping that plea would get Mrs. Daniels to come to my rescue. Much to my surprise however, Mrs. Daniels responded with "Oh dear don't worry about me, I am not embarrassed."
That's all Val needed to hear, she had read the situation perfectly. "See," she said, "...my mom is not embarrassed. But you are being very rude. Come sit down and eat breakfast, now."
I knew I wasn't getting out of this. I thought about running back to the bathroom and just waiting there but that would just prolong the inevitable. I also knew I couldn't just stay in the hallway, so I quickly scurried over to the table, pulled out the chair with one hand and sat down. I did notice that when I reached for the chair, Mrs. Daniels glanced quickly at my crotch before putting her eyes back down to her food.