Chapter 4

The next morning, I woke up confident that ‘Nita’ would visit that night. It was Dad’s poker night, so the timing of last night’s gambit, using Ramone to prime Mom, seemed perfect. I thought that Mom had been intrigued by Mrs. Hancock’s poorly disguised attention to my crotch and that bode well too.

The day dragged, each class more boring than the previous one. When I was finally free I walked quickly to the bus stop but only had to wait there longer, fidgeting like a crackhead in need of a fix. Once off the bus, I refused to run home like a little kid but walked at a very brisk pace. I burst through the door and headed straight into the kitchen. Mom wasn’t there. I exited the kitchen and was about to call out, half turned to go upstairs, when I saw Mom sitting in the living room reading a magazine. My heart caught in my throat. She was wearing the brown dress!

I stopped with one foot hanging mid-air about to land on the first step. Slowly, I twisted toward the living room and planted both feet on the floor. Mom looked gorgeous sitting there, aware of my presence but ignoring me. The skirt of the brown dress was pulled back a little more than expected from the knee of her left leg which was crossed over the right. I didn’t say anything but simply stood and waited for her to notice me.

Her hair was thick and luxurious. How had I ever mistaken Nita for Mom, even in the dark, with her longer, straight hair? Mom flipped a couple of pages, then changed her position, crossing right leg over left. With her foot now pointing away from me, the side of Mom’s leg was more exposed, with a line delineating the firm upper thigh from the softer part hanging bulbously underneath. The hem was just high enough for me to see the underside of Mom’s thigh curve sharply away from her knee. I have always loved that part of a woman’s leg.

Mom flipped a few more pages. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Hi Mom.”

She looked up, as if noticing me for the first time.

“Oh, hi.”

She returned to the magazine and I crossed to the wall nearest her and leaned against it. Mom re-crossed her legs. This time, the left bent a little more, causing it to cross at a right angle rather than extending off the right knee, and that created a gap between her legs. The dress inched up and, from my vantage point above and to the right in front, I could see part way into the darkness of Mom’s skirt.

“What’s up?” Mom asked.

“Oh, nothing.”

Mom flipped the page and examined the pictures on the left side of the magazine, lifting it off her knee. The dress slipped up another inch and I craned my neck while trying not to appear to be doing so. The dress had slid up enough to show the top of her stockings and the tender flesh above. I stretched more when I though I caught a glimpse of Mom’s panties.

“I don’t believe it!” Mom exclaimed.

I jerked my eyes away from Mom’s skirt but thankfully she had pulled the magazine closer to her face, hiding me from her view and leaving me free to return my attention to her panties. Were they the dark brown ones?

I was happy to note that Mom had drawn her left knee back when she pulled the magazine close to her face, widening the gap between her thighs. There they were, the brown panties. I felt a twinge below.

“When will they ever quit?” Mom muttered.

Thinking about the evening to come while staring at Mom’s panties made my lips tingle and moisture bead on my lips. Mom rattled the magazine but kept it close to her face. The movement made her panties throb and my lower jaw trembled.

“Can you believe that!” Mom cried, dropping the magazine and looking straight at me.

“What?” I managed to croak out.

The muscles in my neck were taut to the breaking point. Mom had caught me staring up her dress and her eyes were intense, but with an indignation derived from the magazine rather than anything I had done. In fact, she seemed unaware of my transgression, although how that was possible was beyond me.

“These politicians. They take whatever they want with no regard for anyone.”

Mom looked back at the magazine, genuinely indignant. She didn’t pull it close to her face again but neither did she close her legs. Despite the danger, my eyes were drawn into her skirt again. If she glanced up, I would be caught. Would she miss it a second time?

And what if she did? Despite our little game, it was obvious that it hadn’t been Nita in The Room. Though I had caressed Mom’s neck and pressed myself against her, there hadn’t been any blatant acknowledgement of that fact. Still, there was the distinct possibility that our special relationship would not survive the light of day so I did have reason to be afraid.

I gawked at Mom’s panties anyway.

“It really pisses me off. I mean, really. Listen to this.”

Slowly, Mom drew the magazine closer to her face and as she did her legs widened. I stared at the dark brown panties as Mom began to speak. For the first time, I noticed that they were actually decorated with a lacy pattern that completely covered her mound. Mom’s voice droned on and only occasionally became more intense. Each time that happened, her mound quivered in reaction. God, I my mouth had been on that pussy and my cock had filled her cunt. And yet, I was incredibly excited just looking at it covered by panties. Jesus, I so desperately wanted to fill it again. If only I could...

“Don’t you think so?”

“What?” I hadn’t realized Mom was talking to me.

“Don’t you think they should go to jail for that?”

“Uh, yeah, for sure. Damn right they should,” I stuttered.

“Oh darn. Is that your father already?”

I hadn’t heard anything but Mom twisted around to look over her left shoulder, in the exact opposite direction she should have looked to see if Dad was coming in the driveway. She arched her back and stretched her left hand out to the window. As a result her legs stretched wide open and the dress slid to the top of her legs. A gap appeared on each side of her panties and I immediately noticed that no stray pubic hairs appeared. Had she trimmed it especially for tonight? God I loved her!

“Yup, he’ll be wanting his dinner right away since it’s poker with the boys tonight.”

Mom spun around. Again I was caught with my eyes where they shouldn’t be.

“Ryan, can you set the table while I...”

“Ryan!”

I stared at Mom, fright freezing my body.

“Why didn’t you tell me my dress had ... oh, that’s simply awful.”

Mom set the magazine down on the couch beside her and tugged her dress down but didn’t seem to be in a hurry despite the trauma evident in her voice.

“What if someone had been in the room?”

“I, uh, I didn’t notice...”

“How could you not notice?”

“I was, um, listening to your story, about the, um, politicians.”

Mom got her legs closed and stood up.

“Well, in future, please pay more attention. If someone else had been here I would have been so embarrassed.”

“Sorry Mom. I’ll pay more attention next time.”

“I hope so. Thank God it was just you.”

We were both in the kitchen when Dad came in. Mom was getting the meal ready to serve up and I was carrying dishes out to set the dining room table. Every trip into the kitchen to get plates or cutlery, I took time to look Mom over. That conservative brown dress looked so sexy on her now. I knew how fine the body beneath it was and how accommodating or demanding it could be. I could hardly wait to spread those legs. And that mouth, I wanted to get into it too. She was such a hot woman and my father, ignoramus that he was, had sat down in front of the TV with barely a hello. No matter, in an hour he would be gone and soon after that, ‘Nita’ would visit The Room and I would make up for his callous disregard.

Poker night. I loved poker nights. Had Mom been teasing me, just to get me worked up for later? Without thinking, I rubbed my cock as I walked behind Mom on the way to get the glasses.

It’s going to a long night, Mom. I’m not letting you out of that room for hours, I thought.

My world caved in after dinner. I had cleared the plates from the table and followed Mom back to the dining room as she carried dessert from the kitchen.

“Is there more of this for the boys?” Dad asked Mom.

“Of course, dear. In the fridge.”

“Are you going to serve it for us?”

“Did you help with my bridge club last night?”

Dad looked uncomfortable. “Come on. You know I’m not going to play waiter for a bunch of ladies.”

“Then why should I be a waitress for a bunch of drunken louts?”

“It’s once every four months for God’s sake.”

“You can serve yourselves. I’ll leave brownies and cookies on the counter and there’s more ice cream cake in the fridge.”

“Mary.”

“Don’t Mary me. You guys are big enough to look after yourself.”

“I’ll talk to them about their language.”

“That won’t do any good after ten minutes and you know it. I’ll be upstairs with the door shut where I don’t have to listen to it.”

“But Mary, Bill’s wife and Gord’s wife...”

“I don’t care, and that’s final.”

Final was right. I had grown a big boner watching Mom carrying dessert in, knowing that in less than an hour I would be having the best dessert known to Mankind. Now it was still there, feeling sore, and devastated by the knowledge it wasn’t going to be relieved. It was Dad’s turn for poker night. There would be no ‘Nita’ tonight.

I can’t wait for another two weeks! Why the fuck had Mom worn that dress? Why did she tease me that way?

That’s the way it was. The world isn’t fair. It sucked big time.

I tried to go to my room after dessert but Mom asked me to do up the dishes right away since Dad’s buddies were coming over. I did them, but made it obvious I wasn’t happy. Mom was so busy getting stuff ready for Dad’s friends, she probably didn’t even notice my snit.

When Dad’s buddies arrived I went upstairs, locked myself in my room, and threw myself on the bed. I was really pissed. Mom must have known it was Dad’s poker night. I mean, she had prepared stuff for it. So what was with the teasing bit with the dress? Had she really been unaware of my attention? That sucked even worse because it meant she hadn’t been egging me on.

Fuck, I was pissed off!

I twisted around onto my stomach and muttered into the pillow. Gradually, my anger subsided and my mind filled with memories of Nita in the elevator. I stuffed my hand in front and massaged my aching cock. At some point, while dreaming of renewed activities with Nita, I dozed off. When I lifted my head, the room was shrouded in a heavy gloom. It was almost dark outside.

Boisterous voices down stairs were pierced now and again by raucous laughter. Clearly, Dad and his buddies had been drinking for a while. How long had I been asleep? I looked at the clock beside my bed. After ten? Holy crap, I had been sleeping for three hours.

I got up, shook my head to clear the cobwebs, and ran my fingers through my hair. I was hungry and wondered if there was any cake or other good stuff left. I stopped to take a leak and then headed downstairs. Mom’s door was open a crack and the light was on so I stopped to listen to see if she was watching a movie but heard nothing. Maybe she was reading in her nightgown. I pushed the door open a little.

“Mom?”

I pushed the door a bit more and poked my head inside. Mom wasn’t in bed so I went right in and called out a little louder to the bathroom.

“Mom?”

No answer. I looked inside to be sure, half hoping I would catch her getting in or out of the shower. Hey, she hadn’t seemed to be fussed that her panties had been showing if it was just me in the room so maybe it would be alright for me to see her in her nightie or even in the buff. Unfortunately, Mom wasn’t there but the thought of her being caught in a compromising position rekindled the fire I had felt throughout dinner until Dad had dropped his bomb.

Mom must have relented and gone downstairs to serve Dad and his buddies. I went downstairs to get some food and, what the hell, check out Mom’s body. I guess I could live through the next two weeks after all. Who knows, maybe she’d let me watch a movie with her in her room.

Half of Dad’s buddies were playing around the dining room table and another four and Dad were crowded around a single card table in the living room. There were drink glasses and empty beer bottles everywhere. They didn’t pay any attention to me.

I looked in the kitchen but Mom wasn’t there. That was weird. I grabbed a brownie and wandered into the living room, casually watched the play for a minute or so, then went down the hall past the guest bedroom and Dad’s office to the bathroom. It was empty. I guess Mom must have found it too loud even upstairs and had gone out to visit a friend. I wandered back to the living room.

I wondered if Mom had gone over to Mrs. Hancock’s place. Her husband was still out of town and the thought of the two of them together reminded me of the daydream I’d had about them sucking my cock. Sensing my awareness, it stiffened. Feeling self-conscious, I ducked into the kitchen then rationalized my escape by getting a mound of food and lifting two beers. Nobody was paying any attention to me so I figured I could sneak them upstairs.

I was about to go back to my room when I thought about what it would be like to get Mrs. Hancock into The Room. I was still pissed at Mom so I figured, if she wasn’t going to play anymore, could parley Mrs. Hancock’s crotch interest into a visit to The Room? What was her first name? Glenda? Yeah, that was it, Glenda. Was she lonely enough to play? She seemed interested which was surprising given how shy she normally was. Would that make her submissive? Would she let me push my cock into her tiny mouth, blushing all the while?

Suck it, Glenda.

I shot a look at the dining room. Thank God I hadn’t said that out loud. Her husband wasn’t here but one of the other might know him. I decided it was best not to hang around the kitchen if I was going to daydream like that. Instead of going upstairs I wandered downstairs, wondering how could I get Mrs. Hancock in The Room.

Shit, the door was open a crack! I stopped in my tracks, looked over my shoulder, then walked to the rumpus room. Pushing the door open, I used the light from the basement to find my way to a table and put all my goodies down on it. Returning to the basement, I checked out the door again and walked closer to it.

Perfume, faint, but definitely there. My chest tingled and the feeling spread to my stomach and neck, then up my spine to my head and down to my groin. She couldn’t be. She wouldn’t, not with Dad and all his friends here. Would she?

I climbed carefully up the stairs, closed the kitchen door, then quietly descended. At the bottom, I turned out the light. I stretched my hand out and felt my way in the dark until my fingers touched the door, then moved my hand left until I could grasp the open edge. I pulled it to the right and stepped inside, then gently pulled the door closed behind me. I stood absolutely still.

She was here! I could smell her, could hear the faint sound of controlled breathing. I swept my foot in a forward arc but didn’t find the familiar pile of her dress. No matter, it was here somewhere on the floor. I was sure of it.

As quietly as I could, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it into the right corner. Bracing myself against the left side of the door, I lifted my right foot and removed its sock, then, using the right side of the door to steady myself, removed the left one. Silently, I popped the snap, slid the zipper down, and pushed my pants down to the floor. I stepped free and kicked them into the corner to join my t-shirt and socks. My underwear followed.

I stepped forward a couple of steps and stopped. I knew she’d be kneeling in front of me, facing away. The thought of her there, with bare ass waiting for me to push her forward and take her from behind, made my cock leap into hardness so quickly I thought it would break from sudden brittleness.

No, I won’t give in. She teased the hell out of me and that’s what she wants. I’ll make her wait for it. I’ll make her beg for it. I’ll tease the hell out of her, maybe even kiss her pussy, but only a few licks until she says ‘please’. I’m the one with the cock around here and she’s the one that needs it. She’s proved that much already.

I circled around until I would be in front of Mom, trying to be quiet so it would be a surprise when my cock first touched her face. A small gasp told me of my success as my cock, with incredible accuracy, struck a glancing blow and skidded off the side of Mom’s nose. I drew back and twisted my hips until my shaft slapped against the side of her face, drew back farther and twisted the other way to slap the other side with my rigid member. I drew back again and thrust forward, hitting her on closed lips and skidding off the other side of her face.