Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“The best, you want me to show you again?” She shrieked with laugher when I turned her onto her back. That laugher turned into a moan when I slid inside her.
Needless to say, we didn’t leave the bed until hunger sent us into the kitchen to raid the fridge for leftovers. She ended up sitting in my lap as we fed each other with our fingers and of course I fucked her on the table amid the dirty dishes.
She waited until I was done cumming inside her for the umpteenth time to tell me that there was a fork sticking her in the ass the whole time. A long shared bath later and then it was back to bed on clean sheets because Ms. Prim doesn’t like wet spots.
Drake
Sunday mid-morning we got a surprise visit. I was just coming out of the shower while she sat on the couch in the living room grading papers for the next day. This was going to be my last week in the special class and then there will be no need to see her at school.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, sure that I was going to miss her. But we still had the nights. I was thinking about how I was going to swing staying here another week without pissing off mom when the doorbell rang.
I didn’t think anything of answering the door in my sweats and a towel in my hair. I’d forgotten to check the security monitor and only remembered when I had the door open. Lucky for us, it was mom, or unlucky depending on what she was doing here.
“Drake, is she… is Ms. Parks at home?” I felt a tightening in my gut, hoping today wasn’t the day my mom and I were going to have our first big falling out. “Yes she is.” I stood in the doorway protectively and then I heard Elizabeth at my back.
“Come in mom.” I heard Lizzie’s quick intake of breath and reached behind me for her hand. I saw mom notice this and the look that came over her face did not bode well.
I really needed to go find a shirt but no way in hell was I leaving these two together. “Mrs. Davenport I…” She started to speak but mom held up her hand to stop her. “Drake, leave us alone for a couple of minutes will you son?”
“Mom…”
“It’s okay Drake, I’ll talk to your mother alone.” She squeezed my hand to let me know it was okay before dropping it and turning to lead mom into the living room.
I went into the bedroom to grab a shirt then paced the room back and forth. I didn’t hear any loud voices but that didn’t mean anything. Mom has been known to cut deep with a few words gritted between her teeth.
When a good ten minutes or so had gone by and I couldn’t take it anymore, I headed back to the living room. Mom looked up at me standing in the doorway and rolled her eyes as she got to her feet.
“Good grief boy, you’d think I was some kind of monster or something that was here to eat your girlfriend alive. Your Ms. Parks and I had a nice little talk, I think we’ve come to an understanding.”
I couldn’t read the tone of her voice so I kept my eyes on Lizzie. “Mom, what…” She waved me off and headed for the door. “She’ll tell you when I’m gone. I’ll see you at home soon.” What the heck did she mean by that?
I rushed over to Lizzie’s side as soon as the door closed behind mom. She’s another one I wasn’t reading too well this morning, or maybe the problem was with me and not them. I took her hands between mine as I sat next to her on the couch.
“Are you okay? What happened, what did she say?” I couldn’t believe the anger I felt at mom in that moment. It’s not something I’m accustomed to feeling. I’d been raised to respect her always, but in that moment, the thought that she’d been mean to someone who I knew needed love more than anything made me very-very angry.
When I moved to stand up, she grabbed my hand and shook her head. “No, don’t go, it’s not what you think. I’m just in shock I guess.”
“Why? Tell me, I’m going out of my mind. What did mom say to you?” Now she looked at me with disbelieving eyes. I had to squeeze her hand and nod to get her to open her mouth and tell me.
“She had me investigated.” Again she grabbed onto my hand so I couldn’t stand. I had a sick feeling brewing in my gut, but not once did I wonder about what mom had found. I was still focused on the fact that she’d gone that far. I should’ve expected it, but still…