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Megan and Mitchell

... against his back. Her hands went to his front, rubbing and massaging his chest with lotion. She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his back, bringing her hands to a rest on his stomach. She trailed her fingers up and down his tummy, down to the waist band of his swim trunks, around his navel, up to his chest and back down again. She let out a long, soft moan. “Done?” Mitchell asked. “Hmm? Oh yes, you’re free to go,” his mother answered, watching him take his leave. He’d be graduating high school soon. She felt their time was running out. Chapter 5 The next day at work, Mitchell received several calls from his mother – he didn’t answer them. She then decided to text him, to ask him where certain items were. Pots, certain types of kitchen knives, laundry detergent were part of her questions. “I thought I already showed you this crap!” Mitchell yelled at her in his head. He instead texted her back when he got a chance and told her. That night when he got home, he was invited out once again by his mother and aunt. He declined. Megan shrugged and told him not to wait up. Mitchell did wait up. He waited until six am when his mother came home, her hair a disheveled mess, and a slight limp in her step. She was smiling weakly at him. “It was a rough night,” She winked. “I’ll be ok.” Mitchell rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the couch. He thought about calling into work, saying he was sick, but decided to suck it up and go, still hoping to look good to management. He was ...

... miserable the entire day. He ignored her texts and phone calls. He wondered why his stepdad was divorcing her. Had she become a party animal? Was she too wild and difficult to deal with? He didn’t know. Mitchell just wanted to sleep. When he got home, he ignored his mother, heading straight to bed and collapsing. The rest of the week he avoided her. Luckily work was an excuse to be away from her. They bickered a little about why he wouldn’t answer her calls or texts, other than that he stayed clear of her, locking his door at night so he could sleep soundly. She complained about that one day too, Mitchell sternly reminding her she has her own room and own bed. On Friday he dreaded going home. He didn’t want to see her or have to deal with her demanding attention. Unfortunately, Aunt Lisa was there when he arrived. Mitchell went straight to his room, closing the door, thankful that Lisa and Megan weren’t in the condo. He heard them laughing from his window. Peeping outside he saw the two bikini clad women by the pool. Mitchell called Jordan. They chatted for a few minutes about how things were, Mitchell saying he’s miserable. Jordan tried console him, but it was no use. She said when she gets another day off; she would spend it in bed with him. Mitchell was just about to initiate a little sexual banter on the phone with her after that remark, but was interrupted by two women entering his condo. He told Jordan he had to go and hung up. “There you are!” Megan said, barging into his ...