Chapter 3

It was Sunday morning after my all-night fuck-a-thon with Tony. We were both dressed, and I was cooking him breakfast.

The deal with Kate on sleepovers was that she had to be back home by 9 am for breakfast on Sunday so we could go to Church. Not one to arrive a minute too soon, Kate walked in the door on schedule at 9 sharp and immediately started with questions:

“Mom! Who is this man who is having breakfast here?”

“Sweetie, that is Tony, my date from last night. He stayed over for breakfast. Tony, this is my daughter Kate.”

Kate ignored Tony’s hello and turned back to me.

“Wait, you had him here all night! Where did he sleep?”

In for a penny, in for a pound –

“Tony slept with me. We went to the theater, came back here for drinks and we decided that he could stay over for breakfast.”

“So you had sex with him? Oh my God! Mom, isn’t this your first date with Tony? Sex on a first date? Really?”

The implications were clear – now I was a slut. The one thing I didn’t want to happen when dating with a teen daughter at home had actually happened. I blushed, and Kate knew what I was thinking, I didn’t like that feeling.

“Katie (I lapsed into her childhood name unconsciously), please don’t assume that because I decide that sex is right for me at my age, it is right for you too at your age. Remember I was married before. A grown woman has desires and needs. Anyway, this really isn’t an appropriate topic for conversation now. We can have a talk another time.”

“Are we still going to Church this morning. Don’t you have some sins to repent?”

Wow, that hurt. So much for me being the “good girl.”

“We aren’t going this morning. Tony and I are going to have a relaxed breakfast. But, with your attitude, you can go back to Erin’s for breakfast young lady!

And she did, slamming the door behind her.

“Tony, I am sorry you had to see that. You know how mothers and teen daughters can be sometimes. The snark and cutting language! This seems to be one of those times.”

“Well, sweetheart, that just means that after breakfast we can have more time in the sack, and I am all for that.”

I blushed because I actually had the same thought as the door slammed – “hmmm, now we can fuck one more time before he leaves!”

So after breakfast, we undressed again and resumed our lovemaking. This was a new all-time record for me, 4 times in less than 12 hours. My pussy was sore, my thigh muscles hadn’t had that kind of workout, well forever, and still I was ready for another round with Tony and his magic cock!