The following day, Sunday, Pete was at home waiting for Dave to come round. His Mom was upstairs doing the beds and generally cleaning as she usually did on a Sunday.
The backdoor was open, so Dave was able to just come into the kitchen without ringing the bell at the front door, which was sneaky but very much like Dave. He was probably hoping to surprise Pete's Mom.
"Hullo, Pete. Where is she?"
"Hi Dave. She's upstairs doing the bedrooms."
"Excellent!" Said Dave and, quietly, made his way up the stairs.
Pete had not mentioned going to see Dave's mom the previous day to Dave, and he thought it highly unlikely that Miriam would have mentioned anything about it to him, since the only two items of note were Pete telling Dave's mom that Pete was fucking one of the other boys' moms, and that Dave's mom had given him, Pete, a rather good handjob.
"No," thought Pete, to himself, "she wouldn't have told him either of those."
From upstairs, he heard the surprised scream of his mother and he imagined Dave pouncing on her from behind. Dave was not one for much foreplay and Pete knew, if he were to follow upstairs, he would most likely find Dave already trying to squeeze his thick cock up inside his mother. He hoped that she had been given some chance to be ready for it.
Pete's imagination continued to inform him about his mother, upstairs on his bed, with her knickers pulled to one side and Dave thrusting hard and lustfully into her. The picture was quite clear in his head and he felt no need to go up to check.
Just a week ago, he would have been interested in going and watching, maybe even joining in. He thought he heard his mother's voice, "Oh, David!", but it might just have been his imagination working overtime. Pete had other things to think about.
Pete was far more interested in what might happen between himself and Dave's mom. The sexual activities of his own mother were now far less interesting to him than they had been so very recently.
Sure that neither Dave, nor his own mother, would miss him, he slipped out of the back door and made his way to Dave's house.
Miriam opened to door to him, seemed surprised to see him, and then less surprised.
"David said that he was going to see you. I guess we both know where he is now?"
Pete agreed, although thinking to himself that he had a much better idea of exactly where Dave was. Pete's imagination helped by providing yet another picture to him of his mother's open thighs and a fully inserted Dave.
"Leaves me at a bit of a loose end," he said, "so I thought I'd come over."
"You'd better come in," said Miriam, "and we'll see what we can do about that loose end."
Pete sensed an innuendo.
"I'll get us some coffee. Go and sit down in there," she said, indicating vaguely.
Pete went into the sitting room and plonked himself down on.the sofa. Making himself comfortable, and as available as he could, he undid his trousers and let his penis enjoy the new freedom.
"What's that?", said Miriam.
My Loose End", said Pete.
