Author's note: This was a challenging one to write, and the first third part to a story I've ever written. While writing this I kept thinking how I wanted future parts to play out. And with stories like these, ideas are like quick cement. But I suppose that's true of any tale. I also apologise for the inconsistency with the story titles.
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A week had gone by, and my suspension still had another to go. My parents were out working different jobs, so I had the house to myself. I was on top of my assignments, so I found myself staring at the ceiling of my room. Despite all this free time on my hands, I felt pretty bored. As I lay there and stared into space, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I jolted up out of bed and scurried to get my phone out of there. After nearly dropping it three times, I finally saw who it was. Claire.
The first message from her read, "Hey, you free?"
I replied, "Yea wats up?"
Almost instantaneously, I felt my phone ring once I hit send. She was old-fashioned in the sense that she would give super blunt answers over text but could run her mouth a lot on calls. I swiped to accept and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey," I said, trying my best to act like I was doing something more productive than laying there.
"Hey Paul, I had a fun idea. Want to spend the day together?" Claire asked excitedly. She sounded more like a teenager than the mom of a shithead son and a likely absent father.
"Sounds good, but what about Andrew?" I asked back. I didn't like that I had to factor him into every decision I made for Claire. But I had little choice.
"Oh, don't worry about him. So when can you get here, stud?" replied Claire, quickly hand-waving any concerns.
"Give me twenty minutes," I said back, with my phone wedged between my ear and shoulder as I started putting on my runners. The truth was, a walk from my place to hers would have been thirty minutes. But that speed was for people who hadn't blown a load in five days. As much as I wanted to jerk off thinking of Claire, I wanted to save up for her. I wanted to unload with both barrels and not stop until I left my mark on her or in her.
And like that, I was out the door. I would jog for parts and briskly walk for others. As I got closer, I thought of everything I wanted to do to her when I came over. Maybe I'd fuck her against the window. Then she and I could take a shower together before we had another round. There was so much I wanted to do with that woman that the fantasies took away from the burning in my legs from all the walking.
I finally got to the front door, and not a moment too soon. I had made myself completely horny just thinking about the afternoon ahead. Claire opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was that she looked very well dressed.
She wore really tight jeans that did nothing to hide the width of her hips and the volume of her ass. Coupled with a cardigan and collared shirt that looked a size too small. The buttons looked almost fit to burst trying to hold back her breasts. On seeing me, she quickly turned around and yelled up at the floor above her.
"I'm going out for a bit, okay sweetie? You text me if you need anything." Andrew's muffled voice could be heard replying, "Yes, mom," as Claire turned back to me and smiled, followed by a flirty wink.
"Okay, now let's have some fun," Claire said as she took me by the hand and led me to her car. As it turns out, spending the day together didn't entail non-stop sex at her place while her son kicked rocks somewhere else. I cursed myself for not putting two and two together and realising she meant going out shopping or something. As much as I liked Claire, this wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.
After some time on the road, we pulled into the local mall, which was mostly filled with a few chain stores, some independent clothing outlets, and a food court. Our small town didn't have the budget for anything too grand, but the mall did the job.
We stepped inside, and instantly Claire started dragging me shopping for clothes. She would hold shirts up to my neck and say how handsome I looked in them. I forced a smile and resisted the urge to roll my eyes, trying my best to play the part. It didn't take long for me to piece together that she was treating me like the son she never had. She even bought me some shirts and insisted it was fine. I had already gone through this routine with my own mother, so having her treat me this way was a surreal experience, to say the least.
We sat down for lunch at a bakery and talked some more. Her questions were completely innocent. How I was doing in school, what my plans were post-graduation, and when I was going to move out. Interestingly enough, there wasn't a single mention of Andrew. It's as if there was this unspoken rule that we didn't need to consider him today.
We walked past a videogame store, and for the first time during the trip, something actually caught my attention. In the window, I saw a poster for a new fighting game I was interested in, Alley Fighter V. Some of my friends had gotten it on release day, but I couldn't afford to splurge and figured I'd wait for a sale. Claire, however, noticed that it caught my eye.
"Oh? Do you want that game?" Claire asked. I quickly shook my head.
"No, it's okay. It's way too expensive. Plus, you've spent so much on me today," I replied, trying not to sound ungrateful. But she simply smiled and insisted we go in and get it. Two minutes later, I was holding on to a copy still in the original plastic film, unopened.
"How can you afford all of this?" I asked.
Claire shrugged and said, "I do pretty well for myself. And I like to spoil the people I care about."
I noticed a glint of pain in her eyes as she said that. As if she were telling me that she had lost any reason to treat her son instead of me. It made sense. Why should she have treated him like a prince if he acted like a dunce?
We were about to head back to her car when I spotted a lingerie store. The mannequins in the window were wearing lacy underwear and bras, and my mind instantly went to what they would look like on her. I felt my dick twitch, and sure enough, I knew where our next stop would be.
"Hey, you've bought so much for me, so let's buy something for you," I said, pointing to the store. Claire's eyes lit up, and her face went a bit red.
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt to look," she replied back. As she looked down at me, I noticed a new energy filling her. It was the same look she gave me whenever we were about to do something kinky.
We stepped into the store, and immediately I felt out of place. The store was run by two women, and there were a few other women walking by us. I was the only guy around, and the woman by my side could easily be assumed to be my mother.
I tried to shake off the embarrassment and just focus on Claire. We started perusing the racks and began picking out items.
"How about these?" Claire asked, holding up a pair of black, lacy panties.
"Very nice. You should try all these on," I said back. She grinned and went off to find a fitting room, with me close behind.
The fitting room was a series of booths, with lockable stall doors covering the entrance and exit. As we walked down the hall, we took the very last room available. Claire went to shut the door, but I quickly grabbed it and stared at her. She realised what I was doing and sheepishly stepped back, letting me step in with her.
I took a seat on a small wooden bench and watched her undress. As if picking up on my perversion, she started to slowly rotate her hips and sway as she stripped away her cardigan and unbuttoned her shirt. Giving me a premium striptease.
With the buttons on her shirt undone, her tits exploded forth, as if desperate for oxygen. I started grabbing at my cock through my pants at the sexy display in front of me. As she finally lowered her jeans and underwear, I noticed she was stuck staring at herself in the mirror. She looked down and grabbed a handful of her stomach bulge.
"God... I hate how disgusting my body is," she muttered, looking back at herself.
"Your body is the hottest thing I've ever seen," I replied, still captivated by her tits. She giggled and shook her head.
"You're sweet, Paul. But I'd give anything to be skinny, like the girls you go to school with. I used to be like them, y'know? Then I put on weight from the pregnancy. Then I got depressed from being walked out on," Claire lamented.
A brief silence filled the stall. I felt really bad for Claire.
"Whoever would walk out on you is a fucking idiot. You're sexy as hell. I don't know who your ex is, but he lost out big time."
