We were just going to Hang Out Part 4 - Sex Stories

We were just going to Hang Out Part 4

... them. I have got use to men and some women looking at my busty breast but I notice he was looking higher just not at my face as we came closer. Now do not get me wrong, he was a big kid, handsome big kid at that. I had a feeling that he just did not pose a threat to me; then again I thought the same of his step mother. As he got closer to me I did notice that he kept glancing down then back to my eyes, but pausing as he got to my neck. I reached up semi-unconsciously and found what he was looking at. It was the dog collar that his mom put on me, while I was in the basement playroom. Keeping my eyes on Jeremy I removed the collar. I now got a closer look at it. It was spiked with a tag claiming I was property of Jennifer. My fist close around it, ‘your mother is going to die a very slow death.’ I thought but said, “Jeremy, thank you that sweet of you to say.” “Where is mom?” Jeremy asks. “She kind of tied up at the moment.” I truthful said. “Well did she get you a drink or something before she got busy?” “Yes, earlier, but I could go for another drink.” I said wondering if the son is like the mother. I followed him into the kitchen. “Marla, coffee or soda?” asked Jeremy. “Soda or cold water will do.” He opens the refrigerator door, “well we have diet coke or sprite.” Looking over the door, “You don’t look like you need a diet soda unless you do.” ‘Jeremy if I was not wanting to kill your mother and was 25 years younger and not married I would most likely be playing easy to get ...

... with lines like that’ I thought. Now Jeremy looks like he was nineteen but I knew from talking with Jen he only a senior in high school. “Your mother was going to give some travel anti-nausea pills do you where she keeps them?” I asked. “Oh yea,” walks in to the half bath and get the package out and tosses them to me. I open it up and about half of them are missing. ‘Mmm, yep she must have slipped then in to my coffee and soup earlier’. Scopolamine is the main ingredient though that alone is not enough. I see a container in the dish drain with a lid. I grab it and ask, “Could I use the bathroom?” Jeremy steps aside and point to the half bath down the hall. I take a sample of my urine and seal the container. I might need this. After washing my hands I take the small container and place it in my purse. ‘Shit I already forgot to collect other samples. I fucking know to get samples from rape victims, but I am not a victim I am a survivor.’ “Jeremy, Just out of curiosity do you know what your mom does down stairs?” I ask. “I think that where mom takes her boyfriends, when I am not around. Why?” “Just wondering if you been in there?” I prodded. “No way, I tried when I was a kid and dad whopped my ass so hard I could not sit for a week.” “Mom never tried to get you to go down in their room?” “Never, Mom said that off limits to me.” Jeremy sighed. “While we are waiting, Jeremy, What do you think of your step-mom?” I inquired. “She ok, a lot of my friends would like to come over just ...