She kneels in front of me, her blouse open, waiting for me to cum on those beautiful, full breasts of hers. I hold my cock firmly in my hand and start to release as she throws her head back and moans...
I wake up in a cold sweat. I am out of breath. My boxers are soaked with the remnants of my intense wet dream. Shit, not again...
It has been three days since my interlude with Roy's mom. Every night visions of her sexual, burning eyes awaken me. I remove my drenched boxers and crawl back into bed. My cock is still hard. I hold out my right hand look at it. I remember how good it felt to have those fingers inside of her. The way she bucked her legs, the way she muttered obscenities under her breath as she came.
What the fuck am I going to do? I can't stop thinking about her. She lured me into the most intense sexual experience of my life. She knew how to direct my body. I bet she knew she would do this to me. She is driving me insane. I stare at the ceiling and confess what has been plaguing me: I am obsessed with Mrs. Sanders.
The next morning I get myself showered and ready to start my day. I rush downstairs and walk into the kitchen.
"Oh good, you're up."
"Morning, mom."
"Want some breakfast?"
"No, thanks." After waking up several times last night, I am too tired to eat.
"Okay. What are your plans today?"
"Um, nothing really. I thought I might go to the mall or something. I have to find some interview clothes." I grab my wallet on the counter and look inside. Five fucking dollars. Shit. "Mom, can I borrow a few bucks?"
"Allen, for the love of God. Go find yourself a job."
"That's what I need interview clothes for!"
My mom sighs and looks through her purse. She comes up empty handed. "I'm sorry, Allen, but you are going to have to find some money another way. I'm cleaned out." Just then the phone rings. My mom answers it and instantly starts to drone on in that horrific nasally voice I have always hated. I start to head out the door.
"Allen, wait!"
"What?"
"I may have a solution for you." I walk back into the kitchen and my mom holds the phone out to me. I place it to my ear.
"Uh, hello?"
"Hi, Allen." My cock stirs in my pants. That silky voice. Fuck.
"Uh..uh.. hi Mrs. Sanders." Shit I must sound like a fucking idiot. Come on, brain. Work! I hear her low, sultry snicker on the other line and put my face in my palm.
"Allen, your mom says you are in need of some money." I swallow nervously.
"Yes."
"Well maybe we can help each other. I have a few things I need done around the house." I can almost hear her smiling. It makes me smile too. I am quickly yanked out of my daydream when I see the confused look on my mom's face. I turn away and clear my throat.
"What about Roy? He can't do it?"
"Roy is out with friends today."
I struggle to sound serious. "Um, ok. What do you want me to do?"
"I need my gutters cleaned. I also need someone to take a look at my sink. Are you good with plumbing?"
"Um, I had a buddy who used to do plumbing. He showed me a few things. I could take a look." I hope I am not sounding too desperate.
"Could you come by now?"