Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... jobs here?” “I don’t want to, that’s why,” Mitchell was tired of arguing with her, something he had been doing since he was a teenager. “You just want to get away from me, forever, don’t you?” Mitchell snapped, slamming his suite case shut, “Yes I do! You think I want to deal with your ‘Queen Bitch’ attitude my whole life? Always complaining, whining, arguing, and wallowing around in self pity for whatever ridiculous reason. You think I want to be around that?” He started to leave his room. “Get out of my way,” he growled at his mother. As he was brushing past her she grabbed his arm, pulling him back, then grabbed his face, pulling it to hers and kissed him as hard as she could. She released his face and pushed him away. The tears began to pour from her eyes, thoughts of what to do next swimming around in her mind. Megan was going to file for divorce and did so after Mitchell’s Thanksgiving visit. It was a cold, joyless holiday. She figured this was one last chance, a reason, to go to California. The next few months were filled with more yelling, arguing, and crying, except this time it was between Megan and her husband, Andrew. He begged her to change her mind. He accused her of infidelity. They cursed at each other. Their home was filled with anger and hatred. In April, exhausted, sick of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Mitchell’s stepdad gave into her desires for a divorce and to move to Los Angeles. He made a phone call while Megan cried in the bedroom. On a sunny Sunday ...

... morning, Jordan was having her pussy eaten. A cell phone vibrated a third time in five minutes. She suggested her friend answer it. Mitchell sighed, sitting up, glancing to the phone, “I should’ve turned it off. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. But maybe check it to be sure it’s not an emergency?” Jordan asked. Mitchell reached for his phone, his eyes widening, seeing it was his stepdad calling. Perhaps it was an emergency. He answered the phone, getting off the bed, leaving the room, glancing back at a nude Jordan. Chapter 9 The night of their embrace in the kitchen, Mitchell was wide awake when his mother entered his room. He couldn’t sleep. Mitchell was having an internal tug of war, thinking about how annoying and difficult she had been in his teen years, mixed with how gorgeous she was and, while still annoying, not nagging or mean. Megan opened his door, crawled into his bed, kissed his lips and snuggled against him. He put his arm around her, holding her against him; he kissed her head and tried to go sleep. The next day was another struggle internally. He didn’t want to be around her, he wanted to fuss at her for forgetting to turn off the bathroom light; he wanted to scold her for nearly burning the dinner she was preparing. He had to get away. He went for a long walk to clear his head. Mitchell spent more time with Jordan. Between work and sex with her, he hardly saw his mother for the next week. With each cum injecting orgasm into Jordan, his confusion toward his mother became less ...