This is the second chapter of this story. If you haven’t read the first, I recommend you go to my profile to easily find the link to it.
That night, as mom was preparing dinner, I heard the doorbell ring. I came down the stairs as mom was inviting someone in the house. Turning the corner, image my surprise when I saw Summer Cummings in the entryway. You have no idea how hard it was to restrain myself, and keep my cool. I wanted to jump her right then and there, yet at the same time, I wanted to tell her how much of a fan I was.
"You must be Zack. Your mom mentioned you. My name is Summer Cummings."
"I recognize that name, but I can't remember where from." A flat out lie, but it seemed to work. She was carrying a small bag with her, which mom took and placed next to the stairs. Heck, if mom had remembered that I chose Summer for her, she’d realize the lie right then and there.
"Zack, I invited Summer over for dinner, I hope you don't mind the company." What do you think my answer was? "Can you check on the dinner for me? Summer, I want to show you something." I watch as she leads our guest upstairs, most likely to her room. I go into the kitchen, and have to seriously clear my mind to help relax the hard-on in my pants. I hope they didn't notice at all.
Pretty soon, they come back down stairs, and entered the kitchen. "Zack, can you finish the dinner please?" I agree, and mom leads her into the family room to chat. I overhear a few words here and there, but not enough to guess what they are talking about.
"Dinner's ready." They come in and grab some plates. We are eating chicken and mashed potatoes, with corn on the side. Some dinner rolls are in the oven. After we are all at the table, I can't help but ask questions. "So Summer, what do you do for a living?" They look at each other, wondering what to say, when Summer responds with 'therapy'. "Your face is so familiar; I wish I could place it." I see mom squirm a little. "Oh well, maybe it will come to me later."
When mom gets up to go get some more food, I lean forward to whisper something. "Oh, I want to thank you for what you did for my mom earlier. She was really down about things, and thanks to you, she came home today feeling great. Oh, and I'm well aware of who you are, I'm playing it dumb for the sake of my mom. I'm a big fan of yours, which is why I chose you to help her. She doesn't realize this however. So please don't say anything." As I take another bite of my food, she just stares at me with her mouth open.
As mom enters the room again, she regains her composure, and mom sits down. Not much is said as we continued to finish our meals. When I finished, I excused myself and went back to watching TV. I could hear them talking, but wasn't exactly sure what was being said. About 20 to 30 minutes later, I heard them get up and head to the kitchen. I heard some plates being set on the counter, followed by some footsteps going up the stairs. I didn't hear a door close, but mom could have tried to close it quietly. I gave them about twenty more minutes before quietly heading upstairs. They had closed the door, which I softly approached, putting my ear up to the door.
"That looks so wonderful on you Pam. I still can't get over this. You have so much lingerie, yet you say that you don't date much. And you've had troubles holding on to men? Are you sure they were sane?"
I recognize mom's laughter. "They sure seemed like it. A lot of this was bought while I was dating this one guy. He had a lingerie fetish, and I developed one as a result of it. Now, anytime I see something I really like, I feel that I have to get it. Sometimes, I even wear some of it underneath my work clothes." Wow, I didn't know that.
"I feel bad saying this, but I'm almost glad that all of these men left you."
"I'm beginning to feel the same way." It suddenly goes quiet. I soon hear movement, but I'm not exactly sure what it is. I have an idea what it is though. I decide to leave them alone for a while, and head up to my room. I leave the door open a bit however, since I am a light sleeper. I get ready for bed, and quickly fall asleep dreaming of Summer.
Several hours later, I wake up to a sound in the hall, and quickly get up. Heading to the door, I notice that the door to mom's room is open. Remembering what was going on after dinner, I head into the hall. Hearing something downstairs, I quietly head down to check it out. When I get to the bottom, I hear that it is coming from the kitchen. I walk over and find Summer pouring herself something to drink. She is wearing one of mom's robes, and looks beautiful. I slowly walk in.
"Hello. Is everything all right?" Startled, she turns to me and quickly closes the robe.
"Hello Zack, I didn't think you were up. I hope I didn't wake you."
"Don't worry about it. So how are things going with mom?" This unsettles her a bit, as she seems nervous talking about it with me. "Don't be nervous. Don't forget I'm the one who sent her to see you." I walk up to her and place a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't think I had no idea what went on up there did you?" I slowly walk around behind her and begin to massage her shoulders. "I know that you two have been getting busy up there. I'm not an idiot." I begin to massage her neck, as I slowly close the gap between myself and her. With only inches between my body and hers, I lean forward and whisper in her ear, "And did you think I would sit idly by and let my own mother fuck the woman I’ve dreamt about so much without asking for something in return." My hands slide down the side of her arms as my full body presses against her back. I reach for her hips and put my arms around her waist.
