Megan and Mitchell - Sex Stories

Megan and Mitchell

... company he worked for, but it wasn’t catch-up work. He wanted an excuse to avoid her, to stay in his room on his laptop. “Well that’s no fun on a Saturday night,” Megan said. Mitchell ignored her. Finishing up his task in the kitchen, he grabbed the TV remote from coffee table in front of the couch, placing it on the empty cushion next to his mother. “Feel free to use this,” He said, heading to his room. He didn’t want to talk to her; he didn’t want to see her. Six months ago when he was at home for Thanksgiving was the last time he saw her. He sat quietly in his room, answering emails on his laptop, doing small amounts of work, the TV from the living room down the hall in the background. An hour later, Mitchell heard his mother clear her throat at his doorway, “It’s a little chilly in here,” she said. “It’s like 70 degrees,” Mitchell answered, not looking away from his computer. “Can we turn the AC down a bit?” Mitchell sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Sure.” He walked to the end of the hall and adjusted the thermostat, quickly making his way back to his bedroom, finding his mother sitting on his bed once more. He ignored her and went back to work. “So what are you doing that’s so important it can’t wait until Monday?” Megan asked. Mitchell paused before answering, “Just catching up on emails. I’m the new guy, I just want to make a good impression.” “Well I’m sure you’ve made a great impression already, without having to work after hours,” Megan said, hoping Mitchell would ...

... take the hint and close his computer. “Have you visited your Aunt Lisa since you’ve been out here?” “No,” he quickly replied, not caring one bit about visiting his mother’s sister – a woman he has never been fond of. “Not once since you’ve been out here?” She asked, her voice showing annoyance. “No.” “You mean to tell me you haven’t once visited your aunt since you’ve been out here for college? Don’t you think that’s a little rude, Mitchell?” He shrugged, his back still turned to his mother. “Well I’m going to be visiting her. Gosh, that’s embarrassing. To think you’ve been out here since you were 18 and haven’t even stopped by to say hello to her,” Megan sighed. Mitchell bit his tongue. “She doesn’t live that far away. How far is the Palisades from here?” “About 30 minutes,” Mitchell replied, immediately cringing with regret for answering. “30 minutes? Are you serious? You live that close to her and you haven’t even visited? Ugh, Mitchell,” Megan scolded. “I’ve been kinda busy with work,” Mitchell told another half truth. “Or have you been busy with a girl?” Megan asked raising an eyebrow, her son still not turning around from his laptop on his desk to look at her. “No,” he answered. There was no way he was going to explain to his mother his relationship with Jordan. They weren’t a couple, but were friends who occasionally had sex, that was it. He didn’t want to hear any lectures from his mother about that. There was a long pause before Megan spoke again. “Alright, well I’ll ...