Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... flight attendant friend gather her things. She kissed him good bye, telling him to relax, and that they’d see each other again soon. “Be careful. Some of those passengers may want to join the mile high club with you,” Mitchell joked. “Some might already have,” Jordan smiled and waved at him, getting into her car. Mitchell was left alone in his condo. The 23 year old had a mess to clean. He wanted the place spotless. He didn’t want to give his mother any ammunition to nag him and run her mouth about his cleanliness. He thought about how much of a nightmare it’d be, to once again live with the “Queen Bitch” as he called her. ********* “I said take the trash out!” Megan yelled at a 16 year old Mitchell. “I am!” he replied. “No, I’ve had to tell you three times to do it! That’s your problem, you don’t understand that when I say do something, do it! Don’t wait and do it on your own time,” She peered into Mitchell’s dark blue eyes with her own matching orbs, sticking her finger in his face. “I’m doing it right now mom, ok?” Mitchell said. His mother had been on his case all day, all week, all month it seemed. She was unrelenting. She was always fussing, scolding, or nagging him about something. He rolled his eyes and headed back into their Miami home after putting the trash in the trash bin behind the garage. “Your room is disgusting. Clean it,” Megan ordered, upon hearing him return. “It’s not that bad.” “Do it Mitchell! What is your problem? Huh? I said clean your room so go ...

... do it. I’m getting so sick of your attitude and how you think you can just do whatever you want. I will check your room in one hour. It better be spotless.” his mother scowled at him. Mitchell stood there, mouth open, in disbelief. He recalled the many conversations he’s had with his stepdad about his mother. Following his advice, he shut his mouth, nodded his head, and went to clean his room. After finally meeting her seal of approval after three scrutinizing checks, Megan finally judged his room to be clean enough. “Now keep it this way,” she growled, closing the door behind her. Mitchell wanted to scream at her. Later that evening he was sitting on the couch watching a football game and his mother joined him. She smiled softly, sat next to him, moved his arm, placing it around her short little frame, and snuggled up to him. Mitchell rolled his eyes at her. She had been increasingly difficult to deal with. After each annoying nagging session there was calmness, affection, a total opposite behavior from his mother. She would yell and boss him around, then later hold his hand, play with his dark brown hair, or snuggle on the couch. He had no idea why she was like that. Chapter 2 After several phone calls to his stepdad, begging for more information only to be dismissed; an OCD-like cleaning of his condo, Mitchell stood teeth clinched, watching his mother’s cab arrive outside the condominium complex. “Looks like the Queen Bitch is still in good shape,” he muttered under his ...