School was school -- never any change -- the instructors drone on and on, assign homework and reading assignments and wait for the next bunch of students when the hour is up. The students sit through boring lectures from people who don't seem to have any connection to the real world outside the school doors and then move on to the next classroom.
No one joined me for lunch even though I saw both Angie and Nancy there,
Fred put me on the punch press, another machine I knew from my high school shop classes. Just before quitting time Fred told me that I needed to go up to the office and see Marge. She was waiting for me when I got there.
"Daddy is going out of town tomorrow and he will be gone until sometime Thursday."
"What time do you want me there?"
"Not this time stud. This time I'm going with him. I just wanted to give you a heads up. Your daddy is still worried about your mother stepping out on him and he is going to ask you to play babysitter again. Only he won't put it that way of course. It will be the old "I worry about her being alone" story. He isn't going to be back here from his meeting at Clawson Industries before you leave so he will no doubt ask you when he gets home. I'm just giving you advance notice so you won't make plans for Tuesday and Wednesday nights and also so you will have time to change any that you already have. You okay with being her babysitter?"
"Not a problem although I would much rather you stay home and let me come over and play."
"Next week stud. I wish I could have you over tonight, but I have laundry and ironing to do before I can pack for the trip. Close the door."
I closed the door and she came around the desk and gave me a passionate kiss.
"Consider that a promise of things to come."
I saw Shelly when I came out of Marge's office and she blew me a kiss. I debated asking her if she wanted to make a quick trip to the basement, but decided against it. She said that she didn't want to take any more chances so I'd honor that.
I was just reaching to turn the key and start the car when my cell phone went off. The screen said that the call was from Pam.
"Hubby just left for San Diego and I'm all alone in this big ole house. Does that give you any ideas?"
"I can be there in fifteen minutes."
I parked one block over so as not to give nosy neighbors anything to wonder or gossip about. I walked to Pam's house and Pam was waiting for me at the door when I walked up onto the porch.
As soon as I was in the house and the door was closed Pam went to her knees in front of me, unzipped me and took out my cock. She gave it a couple of licks and sucks and then stood up, said "Hurry" and headed for her bedroom. We got naked and she turned down the covers and got on the bed. She spread her legs wide and I knew what she wanted and I got down and started eating her sweet pussy. I worked on her for maybe three minutes or so and then she pushed me away and got up on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me.
"Puppy fuck me lover; treat me like your bitch."
I moved in behind her and she was so hot and wet that I slid right in. I started fucking her and she was moaning and pushing back at me. We had been at it maybe six or seven minutes and I could feel my release approaching when she pulled away from me and scrambled from the bed while crying:
"Oh fuck! Grab your clothes and hurry."
"What's wrong?"
"The garage door opener is running. He missed his flight or forgot something. Hurry; move damn it, move! Go out through the patio door. I'll call you, but hurry."
I grabbed my clothes and then ran naked through the dinning room and out the patio door. I turned and went to the side of the house and out of sight of the door and any windows. Thank God it was dark out. Praying that the neighbors weren't looking out their windows I hurriedly dressed. When I was putting on my shoes and socks I found that I was missing one sock. Was it in the bedroom or did I drop it somewhere between the bedroom and the patio door in my mad rush to get out of the house?
I moved back to the corner of the house and looked toward the patio door. The sock was lying just outside the door on the patio. Did I dare go get it? Where in the house was Mr. Evans? Was he where he could see out the patio door? If I left the sock there and Mr. Evans found it would it mean anything to him? Would he think the wind blew it there or maybe think a neighborhood dog had dropped it crossing the property? Or would he start thinking thoughts about Pam? I didn't want that to happen.
I crept over to the patio door and cautiously peeked around the door frame. I didn't see anyone so I took a deep breath and then dashed over, grabbed the sock and hurried toward my car. My heart was hammering. What would have happened if Pam hadn't heard the garage door opener run? What would have happened if Mr. Evans would have caught us? I shuddered to think of it.
Never again! Next time we would wait until he reached where he was going and called home to let Pam know where to reach him if needed. It would mean wasting a night, but better safe than sorry.
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When I got home mom wasn't home and dad did what Marge had said he would. He asked me to stick close to home while he was gone. He didn't tell me that he thought mom was cheating; just that he was worried about leaving her alone while he was gone.
"There is just so much crazy shit going on in the world any more that I worry about her being here alone."
I assured him that I didn't have anything going for the next couple of days and that I would stay close to home and he thanked me for being so understanding.
Mom wasn't home by the time I went to bed, but the next morning she woke me up with a blow job. I could hear the shower running so I knew that she was just fucking with me. As soon as she saw that I was awake she said:
"If you would like me to finish this come straight home from work" and then she got up and left me. Just in time too. I heard the shower stop just as she opened my door to leave.
Nothing other than the usual happened at school. At lunch I saw Bert Cummings sitting with Angie and Nancy sitting on the other side of the room watching them. Gail joined me, spotted Angie and Bert and made the comment that it seemed like Nancy knew what she was talking about. Gail wanted to know if she could see me that night and I had to tell her that I had to do something for my dad for Tuesday and Wednesday after work (and it wasn't a lie), but I was free for the rest of the week. She asked me to keep Thursday clear for her and that she wouldn't mind locking up Saturday either. I told her I might be able to give her Friday, but that I couldn't commit to Saturday just yet.
"I told Natasha I would call her and arrange a sit down to talk. I don't know what time it will be or how it will go. I might end up getting so steamed I won't be good company for anyone."
"Well I can't do Friday because I have to go with my mom to visit my Aunt Jody."
At work Fred put me on the punch press again and after work I headed straight home. I found mom working on dinner in the kitchen with nothing but an apron and high heels. She was stirring something with a spoon and she pointed the spoon at me and said:
"Strip. We will start with dessert and work up an appetite. After eating you can have seconds on dessert. Maybe even thirds if you are a good boy."
I stripped right there in the kitchen and had my dessert on the kitchen floor. The tile floor was a little hard on the knees, but you can overlook a lot of discomfort when you are sliding a hard cock into a hot, wet and very willing pussy while hearing:
