Thanks to all of you who contacted me and insisted that I finish the story of Emma. This plot has been crawling around in my head for six months. It is a scenario that I would dearly love to be a part of but alas, it is all just fiction.
After dropping off Emma at her home, Bill tried to recall every moment of his "date" with an 18 year old nymphet. It was no longer a student-teacher relationship that caused him to suggest she help him chaperone the high school prom but more like a favor to her because she had no date; and more to the point, the fantastic blow job she gave him in an empty classroom only whetted his appetite for more. The frantic ass fuck and blow job in the darkened cafeteria kitchen was followed by another noisy suck job in a darkened parking lot.
His wilted cock did not stir as he drove home, thinking about Emma's mother, her enormous tits and tight jeans over a perfect bubble butt. Once in bed at home, he fell asleep thinking about the two women who had suddenly become the object of every salacious thought in his head. He dreamt fitfully and woke up several times with an erection.
Sunday morning, about 10:00 am his phone rang. It was Emma's mother, Gloria.
"Bill, you drove off before I could thank you for taking Emma to the prom. She did not stop talking about you and the fun she had. I haven't seen her glow like this for ages.
I really want to repay you for your kindness."
"No, Gloria, that's not necessary. I had a good time as well; it reminded me of my high school days."
"Well, Emma and I would like to invite you over for dinner today. If you're not busy, why don't you come over about noon? I'm told my fried chicken is second to none."
Bill thought for about two seconds and accepted the invitation.
He arrived on time with a bottle of wine for himself and Gloria and a bouquet of flowers for the table. The dinner was terrific and he said so several times. All the while, Emma kept making cow eyes at him when she thought her mother wasn't looking. As they sat at the table, she lifted her toe to Bill's crotch, causing him a good deal of discomfort.
As they finished, Emma dashed off to answer the phone. She came back to the dining room and said her friends were going to the lake and could she go. Her mother asked a few questions about who was going, who was driving, etc. and finally agreed.
As she left, Bill helped bring the dishes to the kitchen. Once again, Gloria began to tell Bill about Emma's night at the prom.
"I can't remember when she was so excited about a dance. What did you two do that caused her to get to wound up?"
"Well, I guess she enjoyed dancing with some of the boys who were too stupid not to ask her themselves. She looked fantastic."
"That's true. She has blossomed out to be quite a young lady. I am very proud of her grades. She said she was the brightest student in your class and that you paid special attention to her."
Bill began to sweat a bit because the questions were getting a little too close to the real reason Emma was glowing. Gloria suggested they retire to the family room where there was a wide screen TV. The room had a large leather couch and a few easy chairs as well.
Bill picked out a chair, Gloria sat on the couch.
"You can see the screen better from over here," she said.
She patted the cushion next to her. Bill considered for a second. Emma was gone and he sensed an invitation to get closer to Gloria. He moved over and sat next to her. He watched the TV for a short time and then realized that Gloria was looking more at him.
"You know, Bill, I think there is more to know about Emma's prom night than she is telling me. I know she is on the verge of being sexually active. Do you suppose she sneaked off with one of the boys during the dance?"
Bill was really nervous now. He thought to himself, "How much does she really know?"
