Former Playboy Playmates Part 6: Julianne’s Medicine - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 6: Julianne’s Medicine

... sighed. Greg returned to work, setting his focus on his new coworker for this weekend. He’d go to his mother’s house that evening, clean up a little, bring her some food and then make up for the lost pussy during the week with Melissa during the weekend. Chapter 3 She was a shell of a person. Greg’s mother sat alone in her living room, emotionless, blankly looking out the front window when Greg arrived. “Greg?” she asked, watching her son enter. “Hey mom,” Greg brought in some Chinese take-out. “I thought I’d stop by and bring you some dinner.” “Oh,” she replied, not moving. Greg went to the kitchen, taking boxes out of the bag, grabbing some utensils. “Mom? In here.” Julianne stood, slowly making her way to the kitchen. Greg noticed she was thinner than usual. Her hair was a mess, skin was pale; she looked sickly. He had to look away, her visage made him feel guilt for not being around much. He attempted small talk and failed. Julianne would only nod, shake her head, shrug, or barely speak a reply when Greg asked about random things. Has she been out much, has she seen so-and-so recently, has she heard about this or that were some of the questions he thought up. His mother pecked away at her meal, uninterested. “What about work, mom? How is that going?” Greg asked. Julianne simply shook her head. “Yeah? What does that mean? Don’t like the job?” Shaking her head again, “I don’t, I don’t work there anymore.” “What do you mean?” Greg put his fork down. “You get a new job?” ...

... His mother shook her head, taking a small bite. “No? Are you working at all?” She shook her head again. “Mom, did you quit or what?” “I stop going in. They let me go.” Greg paused for a moment, “Wait, so you just stopped going in? What about the bills? What about – ” “Greg please,” his mother quietly spoke up. “You can’t just stop going to work. You still have a mortgage right?” he said. “Greg,” Julianne shook her head, setting her fork down, her eyes to her lap. He could tell he was upsetting her. He backed down. He sat, looking at this frail, sad woman, realizing she was too depressed to even go into work. Greg had no idea what to do. His first thought was moving in and helping out with the finances. The lights were still on, so he thought she was living off her savings. They finished their meal in silence. Greg did the dishes and spent another hour cleaning the kitchen. His mother went to bed before he left. He stood in her doorway, watching her lie there, her back toward him. His sister was right; she was far worse than they ever thought. ****** Greg couldn’t concentrate at work the next day. He kept getting texts from his friend asking about Melissa and if he’s closer to scoring with her yet. He replied, saying not yet and that he’s busy. Aline called him too, leaving a voicemail, inviting him over for sex. He texted her after work saying he couldn’t that night. That night he returned to his mother’s, bringing more dinner and extra groceries. They ate in relative silence, ...