I woke up Wednesday morning feeling pretty weird. I had a nightmare that Jenny and I were on the couch and she was giving me one of her World Class blowjobs when her mom walked in. What was weird about it was that when I looked down at Jenny to see what her reaction was, it wasn’t Jenny but instead it was her mom between my legs and it was Jenny who walked in on us. I felt ill because now they were both mad at me for using them. Each one was mad that I had been seeing the other one too. They left together and left me holding my own cock. To top it off my dad comes walking in right then and starts quoting ‘The Art Of War’ and how you must never allow your enemies to meet or your troubles will be a hundred fold.
I sat and wondered what the hell it all meant but finally chalked it up to some under cooked pork my step mom had used in her enchiladas for dinner last night. I dismissed the dream and got out of bed. It was already 8:20 so the house was empty upstairs so I didn’t bother putting anything on and went upstairs wearing only my boxers. The house was indeed empty and I got a bowl, spoon, milk from the refrigerator, and a box of ‘Frosto Flakes’ and sat at the kitchen table and ate my breakfast while I perused the morning newspaper. I didn’t find anything remotely interesting and started on my second bowl when the phone rang.
“Hey,” I said into the phone and cradled between my shoulder and chin so I could pour my milk. The voice on the other end sounded pissed and I cringed.
“Come again?” I asked as the voice was garbled.
“You dick, you were supposed to be on site today,” my friend, Billy Wilson said. Billy’s dad owned a construction company and he had said he’d try to get me a job doing clean up on one of their sites. I didn’t remember him saying I already had the job.
“Hey man, what are you talking about?’ I asked, sincerely perplexed. I waited for Billy to say something but could tell he was talking to someone else on the other end.
When he came back on the phone, I could tell he believed that I hadn’t known.
“Your step mom didn’t tell you?” he half-asked and half-exclaimed.
“Naw, she never told me,” I said and was suddenly perturbed. My step mom had all the time in the world to tell me last night but probably had forgot, as she was too busy feeling me out about Jenny.
“Well can you make it the first of the week next week,” he asked. Billy was a great guy and we had always looked out for each other.
‘Yeah sure, Billy,” I assured him and added, “Hey I’m sorry but she never gave me the message.”
‘That’s cool man, it probably slipped her mind,” he said. “My old man knows you work hard so he’ll believe that you weren’t given the heads up,” he added. He seemed ready to hang up, when his voice spiked up again, “Hey, you still interested in finding that dude?”
I was perplexed for the moment. What dude, I thought to myself and couldn’t think of anyone. I started to ask, “ What dude?” when Billy chimed in.
“You know the perverted dude that always wanted to go pick up hookers and shit,” Billy laughed. Quite honestly I was even more perplexed than when he first asked if I was interested but then it dawned on me. Just as I started to say his name, Billy shouted it in the phone.
“Perverted Ol’ Charlie Pratt, Spunky,” he said and giggled almost like a schoolgirl.
I didn’t say anything. Like I said most people kept Charlie at arms length and I didn’t want to appear too eager. I causally asked “ Oh yeah Charlie Pratt, what is he up to?’
“One of my foremen, well my dad’s foremen said Spunky is always at the adult bookstore out by the airport. He thinks he might even own it now,” Billy said and laughed. “He says if you go out there you couldn’t miss him,” he added.
I laughed into my end of the phone and said, “I only wondered what had come of him, I didn’t want to hang out with him.” It was a lie but a necessary fib. No one could know that I wanted to take Jenny out to the glory holes for some old fashioned fun.
“Sure, but if you go out there tell me how he’s doing,” Billy said and I figured he wanted to hear some juicy gossip about the pervert’s life and the adult bookstore.
“Right,” I said and added, “How about you go out there and I’ll ask you how he is doing?”
Billy just laughed and said, “See you Monday.” I said ‘bye’ and his end went dead. I hung up the phone and realized my cereal was soggy. I got up and went to the sink and scrapped it into the garbage disposal and realized I also didn’t know what site Billy needed me at.
I decided that during the day was the best time to hit the adult bookstore to look up Charlie. No one would be off work that I knew so I didn’t have to worry about being seen entering or leaving such a fine establishment. I went down to take a shower and as I passed my room my phone rang.
I grabbed the phone and a towel and headed to the shower. I pushed the receive button on the phone and it stopped ringing. I answered with a “Hey” half-expecting Billy telling me what site he wanted me at on Monday.
“Hey?” the voice on the other end quipped. It was my step mom and she was making fun of my causal phone style.
‘What’s up?” I said as I fished my free hand in my boxers and stroked my cock. I pictured her at her desk at work in a traditional business suit, which she always wore but with a pair of thong underwear and a lacy bra. My cock was semi-erect and it felt awesome to the touch. Maureen was truly an older sister version of Jenny and I could really get some enjoyment out of boning her.
“Well is that any way to speak to your mom?” she kidded but only half-heartedly. I think she wanted to play it friendly with me but because we really hadn’t spent a whole lot of time together, she felt uneasy about it.
