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Dad's Old Laptop

... forget about it. Mom and I are really close, and for her not to tell me what was bothering her meant only one thing. It had something to do with her sex life, about the only subject we hardly ever talked about. I took a stab in the dark. "Dad wouldn't put out last night huh?" "Russ!" she yelped and turned in her seat to look at me. "Well?" She laughed when she saw the blank look on my face and said, "If you must know, he hasn't put out, as you say, for over a week now." "Wow! Is he sick?" "What? No. He's not sick, why do you ask that?" "Because I can't imagine being married to you and not wanting to do you all the time," I told her, a big smile on my face. "Russell Carver, I can't believe you just said that to me. But thanks for the compliment honey, I needed it," she whispered. "You're welcome Mom. Besides I'm nineteen, and no virgin either, I know what married people do," I said hoping I wasn't going too far. "Well, since you're all grown up I don't suppose you could do me a favor could you?" she asked, touching my cheek gently with the tips of her fingers. "What's that Mom?" I asked, my mind flashing to the favor Grandma wanted. "Get me another cup of coffee, mister know-it-all," she laughed holding out her empty cup. "You know Mom," I said while handing her a full cup, "You could just march upstairs and demand Dad ravage you before he takes off." "That's a thought, only he's already gone," she replied wistfully. "Sorry," was all I could say as I sat back on my stool. ...

... "Don't be, you're not the one who left me high and dry." More like high and wet I told myself. I began rubbing her back again and she relaxed enough to make cooing sounds. That gave me a naughty idea. When I asked if she'd like a real back rub, she hesitated before answering. "I don't think that would be a good idea right now sweetie. I'm a little sensitive if you know what I mean." "Yeah, I know what you mean. Your horny," I chuckled. "You don't have to be so crude, but yeah I am. That's why I don't think it would be such a good idea to have your hands roaming over my body. That would just agitate me more than I already am," she explained. "Okay, but if you change your mind..." I let the idea trail off. "I'll let you know if I do," she snickered. "Do you think it'd be okay if I used Dad's computer in the office to re-do my paper for school?" I asked changing the subject. "I don't think that would be a good idea, he has a lot of important documents on it. I guess we could go get you a new laptop today since he's already gone." "Nah, but thanks anyway. It's too nice of a day, I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the sun," I said, hoping I wasn't sounding like a whinny k**. "You know, he does have an older laptop that he doesn't use anymore up in the attic. Why don't you see if you can use that until we get you a new one." "How old is it?" I asked, expecting her to say that it had Windows 95 or something like that on it. "It's really not that old. If I remember correctly it has ...