Chapter 4
Monster under the bed
A handful of typical days went by with nothing particularly interesting happening. J.R. was becoming more and more a part of the household, just short of selling his own house and moving in. One morning, though, Mom was taking her morning shower and I was sleeping in my room. I was rudely awakened by J.R. pounding on my door. He didn't come in, he just slipped another note under my door.
"You did well last week, so tonight you're going to watch. Well, I can't say you're going to have the best seats in the house, but it's a start. I know for a fact your mom will be working late tonight. Call her at 6 PM and tell her your friend is throwing a small party and that you're going to spend the night. Drive your car a few blocks away like last time and come back to the house. No need to sneak in, the front door will be unlocked. We'll go from there."
I'm not going to bore you again going through the steps of making up a story for mom, moving my car, etc. Suffice to say, six o'clock rolled around and I started following J.R.'s instructions. I walked back to the house and nobody was home, until J.R.'s car pulled into the driveway, coming back from work. He walked into the house as I was sitting patiently at the kitchen table, twiddling my thumbs. He loosened his tie and hung his expensive jacket up in a closet. He reached into refrigerator and pulled out a turkey sandwich covered in plastic wrap, and set it front of me with a cup of coffee.
"Eat this, drink that, then take a piss if you need to," he said. "where you're going, the last thing we need is a noisy stomach, snoring, or you fidgeting around."
I ate, drank, and emptied my bladder. He then led me to Mom's bedroom. I was starting to assume he was going to hide me somewhere in there so I could watch, but where? The closet? The bathroom? As I was standing next to the bed, he left the room for a minute and came back with a roll of duct tape. "I'm not taking any chances of you making noises, kid." he said as he tore off a piece and stuck it over my mouth. By now I was wondering if he had tricked me and was just getting me alone so he could use me again.
"Lay on the floor and scoot yourself under the bed." He ordered. I felt more at ease as I realized what the plan was. My mom's bed frame is quite the piece of fine woodworking. Four wooden legs raise it off the ground, providing enough clearance underneath for a person to lay flat underneath it. I shuffled my way to just below the center of the bed. It looked like J.R. had the courtesy to get all the dust out from underneath. What troubled me, however, was that the bed didn't have a skirt to hide the underside. I could tell that with my position, a standing observer anywhere in the room wouldn't be able to see me, but who knows what would happen if my mom were to bend down to pick something up off the floor. An outside chance, sure, but the extra concealment couldn't have hurt.
J.R. left the room briefly again and returned. He told me to stick my arms out to the side. When I did, I saw that he was holding rope. He went to both sides of the bed, tying my hands to the wooden slats above me. I looked at him with a pouty face. I at least wanted my hands free to touch myself. He looked back at me at said "My terms. No fidgeting. When it's time, I'll let you out."
With me stuck under the bed and out of sight, J.R. started cooking dinner to surprise my mom when she got home from work. Time really slows to a crawl when you're under a bed. It didn't take that long for my mom to come home, but hours passed (which felt like months) while they took their sweetass time having a couple's dinner, drinking wine, and even watching an entire chick flick.
Finally they stumbled into the bedroom, giggling and groping each other. I could only see their feet, which were kicking off their shoes. I watched the slats of the bed bow in just a little as they hopped onto the bed. I heard J.R.'s fly unzip followed by Mom's suckling sounds.
The blowjob lasted a few minutes, punctuated by Mom's gurgling and gagging noises. I never knew my mom to be this much of a slut for cock that she would go through this much trouble to please a man. The blowjob was over presumably when J.R. felt his cock was thoroughly lubricated by Mom's spit. The bed shifted as they hopped off.
