The Weekly Ritual Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Weekly Ritual Part 2

... of wine and smile, burying the thoughts back down. "Oh! Uh, yeah, things with Maya are great!"

In truth, we broke up weeks ago. But I haven't told Mom yet, not wanting to mar our special night and her excitement over this new chapter post-divorce.

I'll tell her soon, just – not tonight.

The movie starts, and we jump into our familiar banter as we playfully mock the dramatic characters and their florid dialogue. Just like old times.

"Oh, Lady Chatterley, how utterly scandalous!" I proclaim in an exaggerated posh accent. "Engaging in an affair with the groundskeeper? Simply unthinkable!"

Mom giggles, topping off our wine glasses. "Now, now, Lady Eva, no need for judgment. Listen to your heart!"

I grasp my chest dramatically. "But think of the family name! The shame she brings upon their household!"

We dissolve into laughter. Already, I can feel my cheeks flushing from the wine. As the movie progresses, I feel myself relaxing.

This is nice – it feels just like old times. My worries from earlier melt away as we joke and chatter over the movie.

Then it happens.

Lady Chatterley and her lover share an on-screen kiss. “Ah, finally!” I exclaim, sweeping my arm enthusiastically to punctuate a point, not realizing I’m still holding my wine glass.

The glass tips over right into my lap, drenching my shorts in crimson liquid.

"Oh shit," I gasp as the wine seeps through the yellow cotton, leaving a large purple wet patch over my thighs and ...

... crotch.

Mom pauses the movie and springs up from the couch. "Oh shoot, hang on!" She hurries over to a box labeled 'Linens' and rummages around before returning with a kitchen towel.

“Eva, the klutz strikes again,” I say. “Sorry, I think some got on the couch.”

“It’s leather, it’ll wipe off,” she says. "Here, let me see your shorts. I don’t want the stain to set."

“Oh, don’t worry about…” I start, but before I can stop her, she’s kneeling on the floor in front of me, gently dabbing at the wet patches on my thighs.

I blush, suddenly aware of how close her face is to my private area.

Just like that, the tension has returned ten-fold.

Get it together, I scold myself, hyper-aware of her delicate fingers brushing along my inner thighs. It's just an innocent spill. Stop overthinking it.

After a minute, she pulls back and looks up at me hesitantly. "Um, this stain isn't coming out well. We should probably throw these in the wash."

I shift awkwardly from one foot to the other, not arguing against her point.

She stands up. "Here, uh, I'll grab you a pair of sweatpants or something to change into."

I smile gratefully, trying to ignore the lingering heat simmering in my core from her touch. "Yeah, sure, that would be great."

As she disappears into the other room, I stand up, looking at the mottled purple and yellow shorts. I consider wandering down the hall to find the bathroom to change in before opting to take them off right here in the living room. I peel the ...