A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... could hide a giant dildo without Wayne finding it. The only place I could think of was my box of sentimental items on the top shelf of my closet. A new wave of guilt hit, as I put it in the box. It barely fit, as I placed it on top of some of my most-cherished keepsakes.

Then I headed down to see them getting games out for a game night. "How were the Minions?" I asked, cheerily.

"Awesome!" yelled Ashley

"Best one ever!" added Caleb.

They told me all about it, while I wolfed down almost a whole pizza. "How did you know Mac and Cheese is my favorite at CiCi's?"

"Uh, you only tell us every time, Mom," said Ashley, with an eye roll.

We had an amazing game night. I had not felt that stress free and relaxed in months. We played 'Candyland', 'Sorry', and 'Mouse Trap', and even did two rounds of each. After the kids went to bed, Mom got started almost immediately talking about Mark.

"How was the show, after I left?" she asked, like a teenager with a crush. "When he took his shirt off..." she hesitated, "almost had to change my undies."

"Oh God, Mom! TMI please!"

"What? I'm only human. I saw you eyeing his package, too. The man is hung... It was real, wasn't it? I mean it was in a different position and got bigger when we flirted..."

"Mom! What the fuck! You're married!"

"But I'm not dead. No harm in looking. I can't imagine trying to fit that thing..."

"Mom! Stop. Now!"

"So how long did you get to watch him?"

"He stayed a couple hours. I ...

... practically had to beg him to stop. Hot as it was, he just kept going determined to make the most of the day."

I couldn't help but smile at the double meaning of my words. I recalled begging him to stop the monster dildo.

"What time is he coming back?"

"He said bright and early."

"I'll make coffee," said Mom, with a devious grin.

"I've never seen you like this before. You're always a bit of a flirt, but wow, you're obsessed."

"I could have said the same about you earlier, but now, you are playin' it awfully cool. If I didn't know better, I'd think you gotcha some."

"Some of us have self-control, mother," I said, sarcastically.

Little did she know self-control was not in my vocabulary that day.

"Like I said, no harm in lookin'. Maybe, I'll make him breakfast."

"Why do I think you would be on the menu, mother!"

"Ooh yeah, served up warm and steamy."

"I'm going to bed. You are too much!"

"Good idea. I need to get some sleep, if I'm making breakfast."

"Night, Mom." I sounded like a pre-teen, embarrassed by her parents.

"Night, Sweetie, pleasant dreams."

I knew she would have pleasant dreams, that was certain. I, on the other hand, had a harder time. My mind raced with so many thoughts. On the one hand, it was the most satisfying day of my life. On the other hand, it was the most terrifying day of my life. This arrogant stranger now had two videos that would be completely devastating, if they ever got out--my marriage would be ruined at ...