I release short, harsh breaths. My eyes squeezed shut. I am so close to release. I run my hand up my hard cock faster and faster, picturing her in my mind. The way she strutted into the kitchen naked, the feel of her lips on my skin. Fuck, here it comes!
My cum shoots hurriedly into my balled up t-shirt. I moan and exhale in relief as I drain myself completely. I lay back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, out of breath. Damn, this woman is going to put me in a mental institution.
For days, I've woken up repeatedly from the same nightmare. I embarrassed myself the last time I was with her, and now all I see is her pointing and laughing at my premature ejaculation... although she didn't make fun of me at all. What happened left me destroyed. I don't know if I can ever face her again.
My cellphone buzzes and I look at the screen: "Hey man, wanna come over?"
I feel a bead of sweat appear on my temple. It's from Roy. Fuck, I can't go over there. I'm obsessed with his mom, and there is no possible way I could hide it. I quickly compile a lie.
I text back: Nah, I'm busy. Filling out job applications.
My phone buzzes again: What? Screw that shit, come over.
I stare at the message, biting my lip. I'll try one more time: I have a huge stack of them here. I should really get this done.
Another buzz: Dude, I'm so fucking bored. Get over here.
I sigh and give in: ...Fine. Give me a few minutes.
Fuck... I have never felt both this excited and terrified. I grab a small bag and throw some clothes in it. I tell my mom that I will be hanging with Roy and possibly staying the night.
"Okay, but call me when you are coming back. I asked you to call last time, and you didn't."
She was right. I was so distracted with my own misery last time, I forgot to call.
"I will. Bye mom."
Again, I get my car and head over to the Sanders house. My stomach turns in with dread.
When I arrive, I park my car, grab my bag and get out. Roy comes running outside to greet me.
"Hey man! Come on in!"
I remain emotionless as I step inside the house. I dart my eyes around, scoping the area. It's very quiet.
"Are you the only one home?"
"Yeah."
Oh, thank God. I can relax now. "Alright, so what do you wanna do?"
"Let's put on some music. We can blast it since we're the only ones in the house."
"Sounds good." Roy puts a CD in the player and immediately some horrible deep groans of death metal start pouring through the speakers. I hate this music.
"What?"
"Not a fan of this, but it's your house so..."
"Aw, give it a chance." Roy starts to head bang and let the music flow through him. I ignore him and sit on the couch. I look around the room, staring at the family portraits... staring at her. She looks so normal in the photos, just happy. Her smile is so genuine, unlike the sultry alias she has shown me. I start to picture her without her clothes on, in poses of the women in the dirty mags I keep under my bed.
"ALLEN!!" I jump out of my daydream. My cock is hard and I panic, immediately grabbing a throw pillow and placing it over my lap.
"What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of me!"
"I said your name about 10 times, man!"
"Well if you didn't have that dumbass music turned up so loud, I may have heard you!" Good save, Allen. Good save.
Roy frowns and turns off the stereo. "Sorry. What would you like to listen to?"
"Anything but that. Is it okay if I make myself something to eat?"
"Sure, I'll put on Offspring, is that alright?"
"Much better. Do you want anything?"
"Nah, I'm good."
I walk into the kitchen and instantly my legs start to shake. A few days ago Mrs. Sanders was naked and pressed against me right by that counter. Fuck... my cock stirs again. I delicately make my way over to the fridge, tucking my cock in my waistband. As I reach for the fridge, I hear a noise behind me. I look back and the doorknob is turning. It opens and there she is. She is struggling with groceries, but I am too frozen to say anything. She looks up and notices me. She smiles softly.
"Well, hello Allen. Nice to see you."
My voice disappears.
"Do you mind helping me with these groceries? ROY? COME HELP TOO!"
Roy rushes in, "Hey, mom. Come on, Allen, let's get this over with."
I follow him out to the garage, trying my best not to look Mrs. Sanders in the eye. I don't say a word. I can hear her giggle softly as I brush past her. My cock is starting to hurt now. I hope no one notices.
Roy opens the back of the van and starts handing me groceries. I take all I can carry, and I feel a very unwanted slip in my pants. Roy gasps and looks down. "Haha! Nice boner dude!"
"Fuck you." I put down the groceries and fix myself. I proceed to bring the groceries inside, Roy still laughing at me as I walk away. Fucking asshole.
Mrs. Sanders motions for me to put the bags on the counter... that counter. I do and she starts unloading them. She brushes her hand against my wrist and it sends a surge through my body. Was that by accident? Who fucking knows anymore...
I look up and she stares deep in my eyes. "You alright?" her whisper is low and sexy.
I clear my throat and nod. Roy comes in and starts laughing again. "Mom, guess what I just saw! Allen had--"
"SHUT UP, ROY!!" I halt myself, eyes widened. I didn't mean for that outburst to be so loud. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Sanders."