A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 09

... guy, made the whole trip worth it," she joked. "But seriously, April. I have had such a good time with the kids, I wish I could stay longer, but your father would probably starve, or die of an early heart attack from eating junk."

"I'm gonna hate to see you go."

Mom looked concerned.

"Don't you dare worry about it. You said Betsy did good again today with the kids. Thanks for helping with the transition to her. That will take so much pressure off. Please don't worry. I'll be fine."

"Betsy, is great. No substitute for Gramma, but very good with them, and for them from what I've seen."

"I'm going to have to go in early tomorrow. Do you think you can handle the kids..."

"Absolutely, we'll be fine. That's exactly why I'm here."

"Thank you so much. Love you, Mom."

"Love you, too. I do have to say you've had a little extra happy aura about you the past couple days. The time off has seemed to help." Her grin implied the appearance of Mark on the days off was a pleasant distraction.

"The tension has really been reduced, that's for sure," I replied, with a hint of humor and shame at the thought.

"Are you sure you can't come up with some more yard jobs, while I'm here?" joked Erika.

"Mom, you are an insatiable little slut. I wouldn't dare. I couldn't be the cause of you leaving Dad for a younger model," I joked, but in the back of my mind, I thought 'It's more of a worry for me trading in Wayne.' I added, "I have never seen you flirt so openly ...

... before. You were scaring me."

She grinned mischievously. "You're never too old to dream. What happens in Dallas, stays in Dallas."

"Goodnight, mother!" I said, in my best grossed-out teen voice.

There was little sleep that night. I was grateful, I did not hear from Wayne. Guilt is a powerful thing. My mind raced with the barrage of thoughts again. Guilt, lust, guilt, lust.

I finally dozed off to be rudely awakened by the alarm. I showered and shaved my body with meticulous detail. My pussy tingled, in anticipation, as I loaded the outfit and toys into an old purse that could pass as a medical bag, for our role play. I brought my trench coat to cover myself, despite the summer Dallas heat.

My first stop was Panera. Not for breakfast, but to use their restroom as a changing room. The transformation to Slutty Nurse Stilson went off without a hitch. The outfit did not allow for a bra, the string straps of the tank top would not cover the bra straps. In an effort to speed things along, I decided no panties were needed either. I put my clothes into a shopping bag, cinched up my trench coat over the slut gear, with the nurse's cap in the pocket.

No one was the wiser as I strolled through the restaurant. I looked like a businesswoman with white stockings and black heels off to work. If fishnets can be considered professional.

I arrived almost a full thirty minutes early and parked across the street from his house. This was only after, circling the block once when I ...