For the introduction to these characters, please feel free to read my story, Schooling Molly, also available on this fine website - https://www.literotica.com/s/schooling-molly
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Lazy Saturdays are one of life's most over-looked and under-rated treasures. This Saturday was shaping up to be one of those wonderful days - my ex was looking after our daughter for the weekend, I had nothing to do, other than to go to the gym, tidy the house and watch sport. The only people I were planning to speak to would be any lady who was mildly attractive at the gym, and whichever spotty teenager would be bringing me pizza this evening.
I was up early, hoovered and tidied so the place looked presentable and headed to the gym. I was back home by half past nine in the morning, showered and dressed in a loose t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms, not bothering with underwear. A cup of tea was steaming away on the table next to the sofa, I had sports news on TV and was thinking about placing a couple of bets when my peace was disturbed by a knocking on at the door. I remembered I'd ordered a couple of things from Amazon that were due to be delivered, so went to the door, expecting to see the postman.
I opened the door and found myself looking at Karen, Molly's mother.
'Hi,' I greeted her 'Everything okay?' even though the look of anger on her face told me that everything was most definitely not okay.
She took a deep breath, clearly trying to control her temper. I suddenly found myself looking at a photograph of myself on Karen's phone. I'm stark naked, kneeling next to a pair of obviously bare legs, taken in Molly's bedroom. My semi-erect cock was very much the focus of the picture.
'Ah.' I said. It was all I could say.
'I made her forward it to me. What the fuck is this?' she hissed. 'Why the fuck has my daughter got a picture of you like this?'
I open my mouth and promptly shut it again. I had no idea how to explain this - what could I say that doesn't make me sound like a sleazy bastard? Your daughter needed someone to teach her how to have sex, so I stepped up? Better me than some random guy in a club? Time to fall back on a good old English trait...
'Come in. I'll put the kettle on.'
As the kettle has recently boiled, I can provide her with tea reasonably quickly. She has milk and refuses the sugar without saying a word. I invite her to sit on the sofa, which she does, as far away from me as possible.
'Have you asked Molly about what happened?'
Karen nods. 'She told me it was a one time thing, it meant nothing. Is that true?'
'Pretty much. She's a lovely girl, but we're never going to get married or anything. She's off to university, it'd never work as anything more serious. Just one of those things that happened, I guess.'
'When?'
'A couple of weeks ago. I've not seen or contacted her since. I'd forgotten that she even took the picture, to be honest.'
That last line is a bare-faced lie, of course. I've been admiring the picture of Molly that I have on a daily basis.
Karen seems placated by this. 'She is at an important stage. She wants to go to university, and I don't want anything to jeopardise her studies.'
'Me neither. It was what it was, and nothing more. We've not spoken since.'
She takes a deep mouthful of her coffee. 'Why haven't you contacted her? Are you the screw-'em-and-leave-'em type?'
'No, nothing like that at all. It was a spur of the moment thing. She's not contacted me, I don't want to look like a stalker. I thought we'd both moved on from it. How did you find out about the picture?'
'She showed me and then I made her send it to me.'
I almost spit my tea all over her. 'What? She's been showing people?'
Karen laughs at my reaction, and I see her visibly relax. 'No, it's not like that. We were drinking wine last night, we got tipsy, the talk moved to sex, and she told me she'd... well, met someone who was great at it, and showed me your picture. You can imagine my reaction. She told me not to come round here, but I was so angry, I had to.'
'Any chance the picture could be deleted? I'm not sure I want ladies to be able to ogle my, erm... gentlemanly department.'
'Why not? You've nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it looks quite nice.'
I wasn't quite expecting that as an answer. It's at this point that I start to look at Karen and check her out a little bit. She has dark straight hair, in a ponytail. She's a little taller than Molly, 5'8'' and a little plumper, I've noticed her belly hanging slightly over the waistband of her trousers a few times at school. She's wearing blue jeans, white trainers and a black zip-up hoodie that's struggling to contain her breasts. I can't see anything under the hoodie, but I start to think that maybe she had another motive in coming to my house and complimenting my penis.