Perpetual slacker Shawn had been promised sex by his rich girlfriend Daisy if he could pass his final exam...Well, he failed and went over her house in an attempt to coerce her into sex anyway and ended up sleeping with her mother Mrs. Diane Hartford, a SMOKING HOT M.I.L.F!! Mrs. Hartford took his virginity and the couple was nearly caught by his girlfriend and her father!! Shawn found himself in a situation where he had been coerced/ seduced by his teacher Mrs. Oderkirk and now has added his girlfriend's coach Mrs. Bryant to the mix!!
What will happen next?!!
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"EARTH to SHAWN!!" I woke up on my couch with one hell of a headache to see the close gnarled features of my uncle standing over me. I'd fallen asleep on the couch with the bong in my lap after an utter waste of a night toking it and smoking it.
"Wow, somebody had a rough fucking night; wanna talk about it?" Frank looked concerned and started picking up some of the mess littering the floor around the couch. I'd gotten the munchies and went all packman on some industrial sized bags of chips that were lying around, two packs of pecan sandies, six microwave burritos, ten sticks of beef jerky and a single cube of starburst candy.
"Well, guess I'm not all that special after all." I sat up leaving my brain resting on the pillow. I was in the throes of one hell of a hangover and felt like retching. Frank placed a large pot he reserved for the cooking of his specialty gumbo on the floor and kicked it over at my feet. I waved him off sincerely grateful before bolting from the couch to pray to the porcelain goddess if you know what I mean.
"This is about that girl that took your virginity isn't it?" He was amused at the sight of me emptying my guts out into the toilet and even gave me a sympathy flush.
"Bingo Uncle Frank; but it's totally cool and everything. There's always other uh, fish in the sea right? BBLLLLLUUUUUAAARGGHH!!" I tried to sound glib, but the second wave of vomit took its toll ripping through my body.
"Well I would agree with you Shawn but any idiot can see that you still haven't gotten this thing out of your system. Tell you what; I don't wanna hear about it until you're ready son okay?" I weakly nodded as he pulled the door up behind him as he left. Uncle Frank must have been psychic or something because the next wave of nausea included...diarrhea.
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By the time I'd emerged from the bathroom, I found my uncle passed out face down in his bed. He worked the night shift at a local factory three nights a week welding and was usually slammed when he got home in the morning. He'd taken the time to clean the house before passing out and I felt like a sack of shit because of it. I decided to restock the kitchen and grabbed his keys to his jeep. Images of Mrs. Hartford still plagued my mind and I was full of confusion and anxiety continually playing out scenarios involving the smoking hot older woman shagging the hell out of her husband. I pulled into the local grocery store slamming my fist against the steering wheel.
I was so pissed that I sat in the jeep for several minutes just stewing until I finally got it together enough to go shopping. It was a Sunday morning and luckily I didn't have to go to school because I really couldn't have dealt with Mrs. Oderkirk's manipulation or Coach Bryant's wrestling matt.
I have to admit that I didn't mind the second half of my day with Wendy (Coach Bryant). The sex we'd had was pretty fucking amazing and I'd left her sitting in the shower staring after me as I walked back to class. Three different women in three different days and all I could think about was Diane Hartford. Maybe I was confused because she was my first, maybe because she was so much hotter than her daughter... Daisy had unknowingly revealed to me exactly what her mom really thought of me. My phone suddenly chirped signaling a text and causing simultaneous dread.
TEXT MESSAGE:
MISSING YOU SO MUCH!!
It was her and my heart jumped a few beats for a few seconds. I was indecisive not knowing how to respond and just looked at the message blankly.
TEXT MESSAGE:
Wanna hook up?
I started typing a reply that would have demonstrated how I currently felt about Diane, but I quickly deleted it and sat there staring holes into the phone screen.
TEXT MESSAGE:
=(
I tossed the phone on the seat and entered the store to do my shopping and pay my uncle back for his good will this morning. I really didn't know what to write back to Diane. I wanted her to know I was pissed, but I didn't want to run her off either. A few seconds after tossing my phone in the front seat of the jeep, I was aching to get it back and call her. I was mad as hell at her for fucking her husband and that was crazy; but I wanted to fuck her brains out as well.
"You WILL BE HOME AT SIX and YOU WILL BE TAKING CARE of OUR BABY tonight Jerome!!" My inner turmoil was interrupted by the familiar sound of a voice that made my blood run cold.
"Baby, why you gotta come to my job all the time with this drama; can't you see I'm trying to work?" It was Mrs. Oderkirk, there was no mistaking that haughty sounding voice and I peered around a display of cans to her talking to a really tall black guy that for all intents and purposes appeared to be "a little slow". She was wearing this dashiki-type black top that perfectly hid her huge tits, some matching black leggings and black rider boots.
My eyes kept traveling back to her husband who appeared to be a couple of years older than Mrs. Oderkirk with slightly salt and pepper hair and a hang dog face. He probably could have been some sort of athlete in his day and had his share of women' but how did he score a hot babe like my teacher.
"OOOOWW!!" I was suddenly struck in the back of the head with an object and was propelled forward toppling the display of cans and drawing attention to myself. It wasn't so much that it hurt as the sudden surprise of being touched that had caused the accident.
The culprit turned out to be a two year old sitting in a shopping cart and wielding a small plastic baseball bat. It was the kind of bat they gave out at baseball games for souvenirs. His mother, some cutie who looked a few years older than me apologized profusely as I waved her off. There were cans everywhere and I tried to get up a few times falling back down on the floor when I'd accidentally placed my hand on an errant can.
"HELP HIM UP JEROME BEFORE HE SUES THE STORE!!" The big black guy reached down without a word to his wife and effortlessly helped me up off of the floor. I felt like a ragdoll or a small child realizing just how strong this guy was. I swallowed loudly as I found myself looking directly into Mrs. Oderkirk's pretty face. Her eyes widened a little bit when she saw me and she immediately had that trademark smirk on her lips as she folded her arms across her chest.
"OH SIR, I'M SOOOO SORRY ABOUT THAT!! MY STUPID ASS HUSBAND STACKED THOSE CANS!!" Both of my wrists were immediately in her grasp as she apologized loudly in front of her husband and a few sparse onlookers. Jerome was looking at the mess and absentmindedly scratching his head.
"CLEAN THIS MESS UP JEROME BEFORE SOMEBODY ELSE GETS HURT!! I'm gonna help this poor guy to the restroom to get cleaned up...WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR JEROME!!"