"**" Indicates a perspective shift
Chapter 2
*Car halting on a gravel driveway* "Thank you for the ride, Sam; I owe you one." I managed to get out before needing to collect myself. Yes, I am a little hungover, but what did you expect? I haven't seen my friends in a while, and I'm trying to make my time at home from school worthwhile.
My name is Eric, and if you're wondering, I'm getting dropped off at my parent's house; they're letting me stay in my old bedroom while I'm on break from college. My parents, Mrs. Marie and Mr. Jason Miller, are fantastic, but I can't help but sense a rift between them lately. Maybe it has something to do with my Dad working all the time, and between you and me, I think something is going on between him and his assistant. It's a shame for my Dad, though, to be honest. Mom is smoking hot for her age, and I know that sounds messed up, but I can't help the fact that she turns me on so much.
I need to watch myself, though; yesterday, before I left, I took a pair of Mom's panties out of her basket. It gave me the biggest sexual thrill. Taking her used underwear without her knowing, smelling them, and jerking off until I blew a fat load into them in my room while she had absolutely no idea gave me the best orgasm ever. She would probably freak out if she found out, so I need to wash and put them back. Surely, she will think she misplaced them, right? She has dozens of pairs, so I don't think she will notice.
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*Car halting on a gravel driveway * Ah there he is. Eric is having one of his friends drop him off from some party. I cant help but feel slightly nervous, I mean, after doing what I did with my panties once I found them in Erics drawer. I can still taste his cum in my mouth. God it turned me on so fucking much. All I could think about was him unloading his balls down my cum thirsty throat. So wrong but I can't deny the thrill it brings me.
I decided not to confront him right away. No, I'm going to turn this into a game. I know he wants me, and I know I want him. And Mommy always gets what she wants.
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"Hey mom, how did you sleep?" I asked as I came through the front door. "Hey honey, not too bad. I'm still trying to work with my stiff shoulder." She did seem like her shoulder was bothering her, but there was something else about her that seemed a little different. It was like she was glowing and pleased to see me.
"It's my laundry day, right?" I called out to Mom as I was about to head up the stairs. "Yes, and I also put some laundry pods and sheets in your room."
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Oh no, I think. I need to take care of those panties immediately. My mom has a history of helping out a little bit too much. I'm 22, for Christ's sake. I can do my laundry, but I'm sure she has tried to reorganize all the clothes I have yet to unpack.
To my surprise, all of my clothes were still strewn about unorganized. I walked straight to my dresser and opened the sock drawer.