A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... you okay with that?"

"Sure, if you think so. How was he?" Wayne asked, sounding subdued.

"He was fine, I think Mom's living some kind of fantasy, like flirting with him. But he gives as good as he gets."

"Do you want me to call him and ask him to come back on Monday, when I'm home?"

"No, no, it's fine. Just give me a heads-up next time. It was a little awkward at first, but he showed me the receipt from the ATM from when you gave him the money to help pay his rent. That was nice of you, by the way," I added, as guilt took over again.

I wondered why I was so quick to poo poo the idea of waiting 'til Wayne was back, to let him finish. But the first instinct was to not let them get together around me. I didn't see that being a good idea at all.

"Just be careful around him. I felt bad for him and gave him some money, but we really don't know him. Make sure you or your mom are not alone with him, just to be safe. I really wanted to be there if he was going to work at the house. He didn't do anything inappropriate did he?"

Then came the big lie. "No, no he was a gentleman."--Up until the point he stuck his cock in my mouth, then bent me over the kitchen table and fucked the shit out of me.

"Good to hear. I miss you and love you."

"Ditto," I replied. It occurred to me that was the first time I ever used ditto with him.

"Are they still in the pool?"

"It's okay, I'll get them out. They will want to talk. Hold on."

I took the phone out and coaxed ...

... them out to talk to him. As I watched, guilt washed over me again. Lying seemed to come too easy, I thought to myself. But to tell any of this would ruin everything. When they finished, they hung up without handing me back the phone, giving me a sense of relief.

When they went to get dressed for CiCi's, my mind spun from guilt to replaying the events of the day with a warm tingling rush of excitement. I was disappointed in myself for being so weak, but my libido had not run this high for a long time; it felt like my body was in overload. I rocked nervously, as I waited for them to leave, contemplating the present under the bed. I wondered what it could be, but somehow knew it wouldn't be good.

When they left, I went to my bedroom and pulled it out from under the bed. I had some scissors and cut the scotch tape from all four sides. I opened it to see what appeared to be a pink-colored dildo, proportioned remarkably similar in size to Mark's cock. It was wrapped in bubble wrap with some other items inside. As I stared at it, I thought about how much bigger it was than my little plastic buddy. I was offended that he would give me such a thing, but outrage quickly turned to a shameful curiosity. I unwrapped it and took it in my hand, surprised by the realistic feel. I was reminded of the moment I touched his cock, and felt a warm rush.

I gripped it with both hands and noticed a ribbed section about two thirds the way toward the head. There was also a tube of lube, a ...