Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... tired and his cock hurt. “That was amazing,” Jordan said, out of breath, collapsing next to Mitchell. “Uh huh,” he replied breathlessly, immediately feeling guilt and anger for picturing his mother. Chapter 8 “Where have you been?” Megan asked the next day. “A friend’s,” Mitchell replied, setting his keys down, heading to his room again. “Oh? Who is it?” she asked, flipping through a magazine. “Just a friend,” He said, shutting his door. Sitting on his bed, running his hands through his dark hair, he heard his mother knock at his door, “What?” he growled. “Can I come in?” his mother asked. “Fine,” Mitchell rolled his eyes. She was wearing a white tank top, and small, khaki shorts. Megan approached her son, combing her fingers through his hair. “I want to take you out to dinner tonight.” “No. I’m tired.” “Please?” she smiled, standing in front of him. “No,” Mitchell shot her an annoyed look, backing away a bit. “It’ll be nice,” his mother caressed his face, inching her body closer. Mitchell shook his head and looked away. Megan smiled, slowly moving herself closer to him, straddling him. “Mom,” Mitchell grimaced. Sitting herself on his crotch, she kissed his forehead, then his cheek, next his lips. Mitchell placed his hands on her thighs, gently squeezing them, sliding up into her shorts before abruptly stopping. “No! Please, just get off me!” Mitchell fussed, standing, causing her to go to her feet on the floor. Mitchell looked out his window, toward the ocean. Megan ran her ...

... hands over his back. “No. Ok?” Mitchell turned around to face her. “We aren’t friends here. Your main focus should be getting a job and getting back on your feet again. Alright? That’s it. I suggest you start looking.” Mitchell stormed out, leaving her alone, and went for a walk. An hour later upon his return, he found her in the kitchen, cleaning dishes. He watched her for a moment, thinking about how mean he was to her. He approached her slowly, sliding his arms around her body, letting his hands rest on her flat belly. He smelled her hair, breathing in her scent. He kissed along her neck, her cheek, his crotch pushing gently into her ass. He nuzzled his forehead against her temple, slowly kissing her cheek once more. He ended the embrace and went to his room. Megan continued cleaning dishes, smiling knowingly to herself. ********* “Fine then leave!” Megan yelled at Mitchell the summer he graduated from college. He had decided to head back to Los Angeles to look for work. His mother was furious. They had been arguing about it most of the day. Megan felt incredibly foolish; acknowledging her failure to deal with her feelings for Mitchell drove them apart. She also felt he wouldn’t stay out in LA after college and would at least get a job in Miami. She watched him pack once more, her world ending, regret for her strict and nagging nature overcoming her. “You hate me don’t you?” “I don’t hate you mom,” Mitchell replied. Tears were piling up in her eyes, “Why can’t you look for ...