A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... anyone would want to handle anything differently than him.

That introduced a whole new level of stress and exponentially increased the stress between Wayne and me and magnified every obstacle. Trying to find daycare and looking at schools became another point of frustration, and with Wayne's travel schedule, the weight of it all rested firmly on me.

So how do I respond? By fucking the young man, my husband was trying to help out of a tough situation. He had offered to pay him for doing some landscaping work on the new house.

I wish Wayne had told me in advance he was coming. Maybe it would have been different. When Mark showed up dressed like he was, it set me back, and I never seemed to get back on track.

That morning, my mom was staying with me, thanks to Wayne's suggestion to help me with the transition. We flew mom out to spend time with the kids, and give me some relief, as I searched for childcare options and reviewed preschool choices. I had that Monday off, and Mom was planning to take the kids to the zoo, while I had some 'me' time and interviewed a couple of babysitter candidates.

Mom and Dad married young, which resulted in an extra-close relationship between her, my younger sister, and me. She looked amazing for her age, and often was mistaken for our older sister. Because of that dynamic, my sister and I really enjoyed spending time with Mom since she was sometimes as much a friend, as she was a mom.

The kids were sleeping in, so mom and I ...

... were enjoying the peace and quiet poolside, in the Texas heat. We wore matching bikinis I brought home from work, almost jokingly. We would never have dared to wear them, had we known there would be company.

I was enjoying the quiet, reclining by the pool, sucking up the rapidly rising heat like a lizard. Mom went to refill her coffee and I was starting to drift off, when she returned with our surprise visitor, startling me awake.

"Amy, sweetie, look what I found," she said, in a loud and perky voice.

"Hello, I'm Mark Thomas. Good to meet you, Mrs. Stilson. Seeing you, there's no doubt you and Ericka are related. Such rare beauty is unmistakable, but she's joking about being your mom, right?"

I tried to snap myself awake, but was confused who this was, and where the hell Mom picked him up. After an awkward pause, he spoke up.

"Damn, Steven didn't tell you I was coming?" he asked, uncomfortably.

"Who's Steven?" I asked, growing uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I mean Wayne," he corrected himself.

I looked at Mom like she was crazy; I couldn't believe she let this stranger into our house. She stood there grinning, in her bright-red bikini, confident as could be, eyes scanning Mark like a starving man eyeing a tender steak.

It was at that moment, that I noticed the object of her roaming eyes. Mark was tall and well put together, wearing obnoxiously tight jean shorts and a plain white tank T. The bulge in his pants was mesmerizing. I realized that, when I finally ...