Sparticus... A mother's demise - Sex Stories

Sparticus... A mother's demise

... words that morning …imagining her lifting up her skirt and showing her pussy, he was interrupted by his older s****r calling his name. Three years older than him, Carolyn usually did not acknowledged his existence and never ever spoke to him in public where she may be seen by her peers. Carolyn made it no secret that she did not like her b*****r… not for anything specifically that he had done… just that he was her pest of a younger sibling. The good looking girl was not used to talking to her b*****r in a pleasing manner and it showed with the expression on her face, but, she needed a favor this time. The attractive girl used those good looks to get what she wanted, although she knew they would not work on her b*****r, not that Carolyn would want the creep to even look at her in a sexual way. +++++++ ‘Ok…let me get this right. If I go to this wedding with that geek they will let you share a house with her older s****r and her cronies when you go away to university?’ There was a hint of cynicism in Alan’s voice ‘Well yah… that’s what I have been saying’ Carolyn immediately cursed under her breath for sounding so patronizing ‘So what’s in it for me?’ ‘What… you will be doing me a favor… Stacy’s parents have bought her this house in York and it has three bedrooms so I want to have one of them… well Stacy asked me to ask you to go with her s****r and I know if you do she will let me stay in the house’ ‘And I owe you a favor because???’ ‘Please Alan… just this once’ The teenage ...

... boy knew he had the upper hand over his s****r for a change and thought for a while as she continued to plead with him. ‘I expect this Cathy to give me a blow job …and it has to be before I go on the wedding.’ ‘What…I can’t ask her to do that…’ ‘Fine… good luck with finding a place in York to stay’ ++++++++++++++++++++ Tuesday Evening When Alan walked through the front door, rather than just shout out he was home and go straight to his bedroom he waltzed into the kitchen where his mother was seated at the kitchen table. He could not wait to find out whether his mother was wearing panties or not, and knew he only had thirty minutes before his younger s****r came home. He also knew that Carolyn, mad with him for not doing her the favor had raced on ahead of him and would not come out of her room before she was called to come down to dinner. Helen was visibly shaking when her son enter the kitchen…she had half hoped that Alan would have been too embarrassed to continue with the charade. Perhaps he had come into the kitchen to end it himself… maybe to apologize, hug her and that would be the end of the matter. That was what she was hoping and the decision that she had made need never be revealed to her son. Helen McIntyre looked directly at her son, unsure of what to say or do. She was waiting for her son to either end it or command her to lift up her skirt. Alan that broke the silence with a well-rehearsed speech that he had formulated in his mind to give him every possibility of ...