I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the sixth of the ten interviews I have worked on over the last three years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
This is the third chapter involving Mark and his mother Sandy. As things heat up in Mark's sex life he struggles to keep his dreams alive with Sandy. Undeterred Mark realizes the lessons aren't over yet and he is rewarded.
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Sandy and I looked at apartments for several days but the costs seemed high. Then through work she heard about a house that was for rent with the option to buy. The house was in an older neighborhood, nothing special a small three bedroom. It was the grandparent's home at one time. The décor was dated, the kitchen and one bath had been updated. It was clean and partially furnished.
Two things sealed the deal, it was cheaper than renting and was within walking distance from the restaurant. This was important since Heather started working there with Sandy. She still had to live at the halfway house for a few months but when her time was up she now had a place to live. How did my mother ever get so smart?
Matt and Kit were thrilled to come over and help arrange and set up my stuff. It wasn't much but the fact they wanted to help meant a lot to me. The twins were growing up and becoming quite accomplished in their own right. As you can imagine Hank didn't make an appearance.
I got settled in and started working full time again with the inspectors. I had thought of getting into building maintenance but decided to try my hand at real estate.
Once I was settled the first thing I did was contact my uncle Randall. With his help I had my last name change to my real fathers. I would be Mark Hancock forever more. Mom seemed happy I chose to recognize his involvement in my life. She and I both decided not to tell the twins at this time. Mom wanted to wait until they were adults.
I invited Five to the house one Saturday night after we left the game. Closing the front door she embraced me for another kiss. I led her to my room.
I undressed her and she me. It takes longer but it is much more fun. Her soft skin felt like heaven. I slipped my hands over her hips. Five had curves, she was a bit bigger than most girls I dated. Fives body was a bit softer but her desire was genuine.
"Please put it in me!" Five begged. My concern about lubrication was dismissed as I started to slip deeper.
Her pussy was well ahead of me, my condom covered cock started its journey. It still took several strokes before she started to enjoy it. Her pussy was tight, she moaned with each thrust.
"Let me adjust. It's been awhile." Five whispered. She gripped my hips and slowly guided my thrusts. The feeling was closer to anal sex, my cock felt like it was in a vice. For me the sensation was incredible.
Five was picking up our pace, I could tell she was closer than me. I let her control the rhythm we moved into. Five was gasping for air her moans were filling the room. I was now along for the ride as he used me almost as a human dildo. Then just when I thought she forgot all about me she came.
"Yes Mark, Yes!" She bucked beneath me. Five was pulling me into her desperately. "You're so big!"
Five was definitely carried away, I could feel the tremors pulse through her body.
"Fuck me, fill my pussy! Don't stop until you fill me up!" She hissed.
Relinquishing control I set a new faster pace. Her pussy well lubricated by her excitement the feeling was more velvet like. I pulled my cock until the head caressed her lips and plunged down firmly
"Yes! Do it again!" She begged. I repeated it over and over, Five writhed as mini orgasms one after another flushed through her. "More, please more!"
I was on the verge of cumming, Five was desperate so I plunged deep and pulled back to her lips.
"Come get it, show me how much you want it!" I teased. Holding my cock at her entrance she felt me fill the condom with the first blast. Thrusting her pelvis she took me deep the next shot was against her cervix. "Take it take it all!" I demanded.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" Five raked my back punishing me for playing with her. She started to cum as I fucked her quickly. She wrapped her thighs around me and held me tight.
I was in the bathroom getting cleaned up, when I returned she was gone. I was mad at first but then it hit me. Five had used me for sex. It was good sex, very good sex. I learned another lesson. Smiling I went to bed.
Heather was working with mom and would come over to the house when she could. With no car she depended on the bus system to get around. Curfew at the halfway house required that she be in at eleven, so she had to leave work at ten to be on time. This meant she started earlier. Since I was at work we didn't see much of each other, mostly weekends. Sandy filled the void since she worked almost the same schedule. We set up a second bedroom at the house.
The women worked throughout the summer getting it ready for her to move in. I transferred to the university, in late August classes started. I left the job with the inspectors deciding to dedicate myself to school and some real estate listings. With the money Jerry left me most of school was financed.
As a young realtor you are at less than bottom starting out. No experience, no leads, and no established network would discourage many. I had an angle. Through the city I knew all of the foreclosed houses and buildings. I also knew many developers and people in the housing industry. I lined up several clients that bought repaired and sold houses in the area, flipping was what it's called.
When flippers want to unload the house they are always looking to save money. I provided them with a low cost outlet. I soon learned that commercial properties were my best source of income. Commercial buyers know what they want, what they need, and what they can afford. What color the carpeting is wasn't going to determine if it sold or not.
Classes at the university were more difficult but I still maintained my Deans List status.
Heather moved in the day she was released from the home. It was awkward as she unloaded her things. I had been living alone for just a short time but I treasured the solitude. I was on number Seven by now. The last three were nice but nothing long term.
Seven was working out well. As most of the better dates she was older by some years. She had a child that lived with her ex. She was a looker, smart enough and fun to be with. Some drama with her ex but nothing of concern, at least not yet. I was her first post break up relationship. I knew that if she found another woman in the house it would be a difficult thing to explain.
Sandy, my mom, was working on her own drama. I was rarely around their house anymore, on those rare occasions I was it just seemed to add to the tension. The twins were doing great! Excelling at school they were looking into what universities they could get a scholarships from that they could both attend. They both had love interests and would almost always double date. Seems weird to me but they were that close.
Matt is so smart he couldn't boil water without Kit. Sometimes I think he would just live in a library and a gym. Kit on the other hand was smart but social. It was only through her efforts Matt got out at all. She included him in everything. Kit pushed him to grow up kicking and screaming but he obeyed her every command. In return Matt helped Kit with academic support and protected her from harm. Even I wouldn't want to cross his path if he thought I was a threat. They were for all intense and purposes inseparable.
Heather started taking classes at the community college I attended in the past. She needed only a few classes to get her first degree. Many times she would come to me and I would help her study. Soon we turned the third bedroom into the study hall. It separated the two bedrooms, and other than a radio had no other forms of distraction.
Two desks and a funky looking long chair/sofa thing that was actually quite comfortable to recline on and read. It was worthless for a chair and since it wasn't flat worthless as a sofa. Falling asleep on this thing would take a week to work out the kinks, I know from experience.
Heather and I found a routine that worked for us. Our schedules allowed us to have our own space and still find time to be friends. I wanted to spend time with her since her release just so she wouldn't regress and fall back into a bad circle of friends. It was a stress filled time for her, I thought of dating her but decided to give her some space. She was dependent on me for support and I didn't want her to feel she needed to repay it with sex.
With no car of her own I was the defacto chauffeur when she needed to get around. We had many discussions about drugs and agreed we both needed to avoid them at all costs. Heather actually pressed the issue and came up with a word, 'Jerry' (of all things) we used in the case of an emergency.
Whatever we were doing we would come to the other person's aid immediately and get them out of the situation even if it required calling the cops. Mostly we just hung out, grocery shopping, homework, sharing an odd meal together.
Heather started dating on a limited basis, the community college had little to offer in her age bracket. An occasional working guy that had never finished school or who needed some kind of continuing education for their job.
We had a signal if we were entertaining. There were two lights on the mantle that were only decorative, and never used as a lamp. If one light was on the polite thing would be to not come in. It was on a timer that went off at midnight. If the light was to go off then you could come in and go to your own room quietly. This was to allow some privacy during the night, and if there was a sleepover the other person could go to bed and get some sleep. The other lamp was to let you know that there was a guest and that you were free to be home but be polite and limit your presence around the house.
We both used the lights sparingly since communication beforehand usually determined what was going on. On the rare occasion the first was used the encounter usually ended well before the final hour.
Number Seven and I used them off and on. Heather used the first one when she had a guy over which was rare, the second was used when the fairer sex was around. I always wondered what would happen if they were both on.
