Moving In with Mom Pt. 02

If you're enjoying my stories, please vote for them. The more you vote, the more chance that others will find them and enjoy them. It gives authors a boost to know their stories are being read and appreciated. Thanks. Chapter 4 *** My new massage practice had started with a bang. Literally! I ordered a mobile couch and all the paraphernalia needed, including some very sensual fragrant oil. And as a graphic designer, it only took a few minutes to throw together some simple business cards. I was up and running in a week. Laura seemed pleased. Admiring my couch which I'd set up in my cramped living room, she bent over it and wiggled her bum in my direction. "Any clients yet?" she grinned. "As it happens, yes, just the one," I retorted. "But I picked up a few contacts last week." In truth, Jenny had jotted down half a dozen names and numbers and slid them into my hand at the end of the party. All women. All married. "I'll spread the word for

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The following is the fourth part of James' exciting weekend with his cousin's twenty-something daughter. To understand the full context, you should probably read the first three - chapters 11-13. Portions of this weekend were taken from my previously-published work from over a decade ago, with names changed and details added. I just felt it was a better fit for this storyline. *** Some time around four or maybe five in the morning, James awakened to realize that he was living every man's fantasy. He was hard as a rock, his dick felt warm and wet and was feeling very good. He heard the sucking noises and it didn't take long to sink in. Megan was giving him head? 'Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!' His beautiful cousin slobbered hungrily on his arousal. He clearly felt her lips wrapped snugly around his shaft and gliding up and down steadily. He could feel his hardness poke the back of her mouth each time she sunk him deep. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap, gobbling up

I realized that Craig might ask me to stay the night, but I thought that might be a little much. Whatever we'd just done, it was still a first date. Staying over would probably mean morning sex, and perhaps more puzzling behavior from him. And I was far from ready for any of that. But he asked, almost as a formality, and when I declined, he didn't argue. We watched the TV news, including clips from the Cubs game, while we ate the cold remains of our supper. Afterwards, he drove me back to my apartment. I kissed him before I got out. He still smelled faintly of my juices. "Can we see each other again?" he asked hopefully. I suspected from his tone that he was expecting an ambiguous reply, like 'I'll call you', or 'maybe sometime', that would mean 'never'. I wasn't certain that I wanted to date him again, but the poor man had gone so long without sex, and he'd tried so hard to please me, I couldn't disappoint him now. I had to l

So I stood there, frozen in place, looking in at my mom sleeping on the couch. The porn I'd been watching a few minutes before in my bedroom must have messed with my mind a little, because I just...stood there. Looked. Took it all in. My mom isn't a big woman - she's petite, as I already described, 5'1" and maybe 100 pounds. But she was lying on the couch, a sheet pulled halfway down her body, leaving her bare-chested, one leg bare all the way down. The flickering light from the television made it all somehow...unreal. Ethereal. Like something out of a movie. I could see her modest little breasts as slight mounds on her slim chest, her nipples poking upward. It was surreal, but she was somehow glorious. I couldn't help just take it all in, one of my hands reaching down to grip and squeeze and rub at the erection I still had from the girl-on-girl scene I'd been watching at my desk just a few minutes before. Licking my lips, I subtly ground my palm against m