You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 6 - Sex Stories

You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 6

... 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 s****r 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 k**ded 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. “And how are you today, Maureen?” I played along with an upper-crust English accent. My cock wasn’t hard anymore. I wasn’t in the playing mood and wanted to tell her I was mad she hadn’t told me about Billy’s job proposal. “Oh you don’t have to be that formal,” she giggled ...