Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... and less. One night, Mitchell made the mistake of taking Jordan back to his home. It was a Saturday, he figured his mother was with his Aunt Lisa, drinking wine, talking, whatever. It was shortly after midnight. Jordan was on top of Mitchell, riding him, her large breasts being squeezed forcefully by Mitchell. He wanted her to cum again; he wanted her pussy to milk his cock. He didn’t realize his bedroom door was cracked. He had no idea his mother had gotten home earlier than he expected her too. Megan, tears streaming down her face, watched Jordan climax on top of her son. Her only thought was that she came out to Los Angeles for nothing. Mitchell took Jordan home early in the morning. He arrived at his condo shortly after the sun rose to find his mother, wearing her typical pajamas of panties and a long t-shirt, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. “Who was she?” She angrily asked. “Who was who?” “That woman in your room?” “No one, just a friend,” Mitchell said, feeling like a 16 year old once more. “No that was NOT just a friend. Who was she?” His mother yelled. “None of your business!” Mitchell yelled back, heading to his room, slamming the door. Megan was able to get to his door before he was able to lock it, pushing it open and barging in. “Get out!” Mitchell yelled, annoyed with her line of questioning. “Is she your girlfriend? Who was she?” His mother demanded. “None of your business! Leave me alone!” Mitchell said, pushing past her, making his way to the ...

... back door to leave. “Are you going to be sleeping around in – ” Megan started to ask, following him, her anger at herself and Mitchell building up. “Oh shut up, bitch. Don’t barge in here and ask me about my life. It’s none your business who I spent my time with! If you have a problem with that, why don’t you go live with your whore of a sister?” Mitchell yelled. Megan’s eyes widened, she saw red, she lunged toward Mitchell and slapped him as hard as she could. ********* It was the morning of Megan’s flight and move to California. Her soon-to-be ex was watching her pack, shaking his head. “Before you leave, why don’t you be honest with me for once? How many men have you slept with?” Andrew asked. “Oh shut up, Andrew,” Megan told him. “I just want to know. I just want to know for closure reasons. Did you have sex in our bed with them? Hmm?” Andrew asked. Megan ignored his question, continuing to pack, thinking about Mitchell – as always. “Whatever,” Andrew shook his head. As Megan walked passed him, he asked another question, “Are you sure you want to move in with your son? You’ve treated him poorly over the years. I’m sure he can’t stand you.” She kept walking, making her way to the stairs, “You’re a piece of shit, Megan. No telling how many men you’ve slept with.” “Go ahead, leave!” He called out to her as she made her way half way down the stairs. “Go live with him! You’ll probably fuck him too! Slut.” Megan’s eyes widened, she saw red, running back up the stairs, slapping ...