For the record: All characters engaging in any sexual activities are at least 18 years of age!
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Max and the Lamp Ch 08
No one was home when he arrived. He remembered that Jenny would probably be late. He looked across the street, but saw nothing at Wanda's house.
Inside, he went up to his room. Feeling tired, he laid down on his bed for a short nap.
His phone ringing woke him up. It was his Mom.
"Hi, Mom," he answered.
"Hello, Max. How are things there?" his mom asked.
"They're good, Mom. Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Miss you, though. And Jenny, miss both of you."
"Sure, Mom, we miss you, too. When are you coming home?"
"Well, Cathy is feeling much better. Still misses her husband, of course, but is coping. So, I'll be back this evening."
"That's great, Mom. I really look forward to you being back," Max said.
"Me, too, honey. We'll talk when I get home."
"OK, mom. Drive carefully!" Max hung up.
Merdia's hologram appeared. "Hello, Max."
"Hi, again, Merdia. Hey, how are things going around the neighborhood?"
Merdia said, "Hmm. Let me review the data." Her hologram froze, then moved again. "Quite active. Aside from the activity across the street, there has been recent sexual activity in all residences within a three-block area."
"Is that normal?" Max asked.
"Max, the more you engage in sexual activity, the more your desires permeate the area, and thus increase activity."
"Hmmm. You mean, I'm causing people to fuck more?"
"Your activity is amplified by the lamp, so yes. But there doesn't appear to be any real harm by continuing."
He was interrupted by the doorbell ring. He walked downstairs, wondering who that could be. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Wanda Hennessey standing on his porch. She smiled nervously at him.
"Hi, Mrs. Hennessey."
"Hello, Max. Can you help me? There's a leak under my kitchen sink that won't stop. I've called the plumber but they can't get here for hours. Can you help me turn the water off somehow?"
"Sure, Mrs. Hennessey. Let's go." Max closed the door and they walked across the street. Max noticed that Wanda was wearing shorts and a white cotton blouse. She looked good, he decided.
They entered Wanda's house and went into the kitchen. Max could see water around the sink cabinet.
"The water shut-off is usually in the basement," he said. Wanda pointed to a door.
"If you could do that, I'm going to clean out under the sink.," she said.
Max went down to the basement. Most of the basement was a large family room and three doors leading to other rooms. He went to one room, but the door was locked. Curious, Max thought. Another door was a bathroom. The last door led to a utility room where he found the water cut-off. He closed it and went back to the kitchen.
Upstairs, Max saw that Mrs. Hennessey was crouched under the sink cabinet.
"Ma'am, that should do it," Max said. "Be careful though, there's probably water in the lines."
As soon as he said that, he heard a rush of water. Wanda let out a yell and quickly backed out of the cabinet. Wanda stood up and turned to face him. She was soaked. Her cotton top was almost transparent and Max saw her large tits with dark areoles in her lacy bra. Her shorts clung her hips. Max was instantly hard as he looked at her. There was no way he could keep his erection hidden. Wanda's eyes grew wide as she noticed the bulge in his shorts.
Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, my, Max!"
"Umm, I guess I need to go. Sorry, Mrs. Hennessey. Sorry," Max turned. He walked quickly out of the door and jogged across the street.
Back in his home, he gave a deep sigh. That was close, he thought. Wanda Hennessey was a hot MILF, and Max was finding it hard to resist her obvious charms. But, according to Merdia, she was dangerous and uncontrollable. What was he going to do, he wondered?
Before he could think about it more, the door opened and Jenny walked in.
"Hi, Max," she said in a tired voice.
"Hey, Jen, what's the matter? You sound down?"
"Ugh, it's a woman thing. Suffice to say, I feel like hell. I'm going to take a long hot bath and then go to bed." She looked at Max and smiled wanly, "And no, I don't want company."
Max held up his hands and said, "No problem, sis. Hey, Mom will be home later tonight."
"Good. I'm tired of your cooking anyway. Don't cook anything for me tonight, either." She walked away and went up the stairs.
Max walked into the kitchen to fix something to eat. Jenny would be in a bad mood for the next few days so he planned to steer clear. It would cut down on his sex, but he could handle it. He smiled to himself as he figured his mom could fill in for Jenny, as long as they were careful. He looked forward to it.
He finished his meal and then decided to clean up around the house. That took him a couple of hours. He was just finishing when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hi, Max. This is Lydia Keller. How are you this evening?"
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Keller. I'm fine. And you?"
"I'm fine, Max, and please call me Lydia. I wonder if you could come over tomorrow? I've been doing some housecleaning and there are some heavy items I need moved from the house into the garage. And the lawn needs some work, too. If you can come over in the morning, then I'm sure you could be done in time for lunch?"
"Sure, Lydia. I can be there by 9 o'clock, if that's OK.
"Yes, that is excellent. Oh, and Heather says hi, too."
"Say hi back. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Max. Bye, now."
Mrs. Keller seemed much friendlier than usual. Lydia, he corrected himself, was very friendly. He guessed he would find out tomorrow.
Max decided to clean up around the house. Mom would not be happy if it was a mess, Max knew. It took him about an hour. As he was finishing and putting away the vacuum cleaner in the front hall closet, his Mom came in the front door. She was dressed in a short red skirt with a white cotton top patterned in butterflies. Her dark hair was tied back in a pony tail.
"Well, hello, Max," she said cheerily. "Finally decided to straighten up your mess?"
Max laughed, "Have to get rid of the evidence!" He walked up and gave her a hug. She hugged him back.
"Missed you guys. Where's Jenny?"
"It's that time of the month, Mom. I think she's taking it easy in her room."
Ivy shook her head. "I better go say hi. Can you get my stuff out of the car, honey?" She walked to the stairs. Max grabbed her stuff from the car and brought it to her bedroom. His mom walked in while he was putting her suitcase on the bed.
"Any ideas for dinner, Max?" his Mom asked. She stood in the door. Her form was backlit and he could see she was not wearing a bra. A sudden idea came to him.
"Why don't we go out to that new Italian restaurant near the mall? I've heard it's nice."
"Ooh, that's a great idea. Let me freshen up and we can go in a few minutes."
Max changed into some presentable clothes and waited for his mom downstairs. Of course, a few minutes turned into a half hour before she came down. Max saw she had let her hair down. He could also smell her faint perfume.
"I'm ready to go. Jen is not coming, so we're on our own," she laughed. "And I'm hungry!"
"OK, Mom, Let's go," Max said and offered his arm. She took it and they walked to the car.
She giggled and smiled at Max. "Almost like a date with a handsome young man."
"And a stunning, beautiful lady," Max said as he opened the door for her. She giggled again.
Max climbed in and he drove to the restaurant. His mom talked about her sister and her trails. Carol was three years younger than Ivy. Max knew she was a blonde, like his sister, but was curvier with larger breasts.
As they parked at the restaurant, Ivy said, "Carol may come down in a week or so to stay a few days. Take it easy, maybe go to the beach."
"Sure Mom. You guys could hang out."
The restaurant wasn't crowded, so Max chose a table in the back corner. When they sat down, Max decided to sit next to his mom. She gave him a funny look, but moved to let him sit next to her. He smiled as he let his hip touch hers.
Their waitress came to the table. She looked a few years younger than his mom, Max noticed. Her dark hair fell down past her shoulders and framed her pretty face. She wore a dark skirt and a green blouse that was filled out nicely.
"Hi, I'm Sarah. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Hi, Sarah. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm doing pretty good. Hope you're both doing well." Max smiled at her, keeping his eyes on hers.
"Yeah, we're doing fine, thanks. I think I'll have a water with lemon for me. What about you, Ivy?"
"I think I'll have a glass of the house red, please."
"Sure, be right back." Max watched as she walked away. His mom elbowed him.
"Max, stop flirting with our waitress. She's probably got kids older than you!"
"Mom, she's a MILF. Just like you are. And I like MILFs." His mom blushed and looked down at the menu.
"Max, that's, I mean, we shouldn't...we need to talk about some things."
Max dropped his hand under the table and placed it on her bare thigh. "We need to talk about whether or not you have panties on," he said and slid his hand farther up her legs, moving to the inside of her thigh.
"Max!" His mom gasped. "What are you doing? We're in a restaurant." Her hand grabbed his, but he kept it where it was.
"No one is watching us. The lights are low and I'll be careful. But I want to feel your bare pussy." Max caressed her thigh gently.
"Max, no," she said, glancing around the room.
"Yes, Mom. I'm getting up and you're going to go back to the restroom and remove your panties."
Mom looked at him and lowered her eyes. "OK, Max." He moved and she walked to the restrooms. Max was surprised at how quickly his mom caved. He could feel his cock begin to wake up. The waitress arrived as his Mom walked away.
