Diana : Girlfriend's Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Nologic
Chapter 5: Do you play sports?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Do you play sports? - Ryan Hayes is an eighteen-year-old boy who has never had sex. His girlfriend, Mia, is pretty and mysterious, but she doesn’t want to sleep with him. One weekend, Mia invites Ryan to her family’s cabin in the mountains. Ryan hopes maybe things will change between them. But on the first night, something shocking happens. Ryan wakes up feeling amazing pleasure - someone is touching and kissing him in the dark.
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Mia ‘s mother appeared from the kitchen and smiled at Ryan. “Well, Ryan, are you all settled in?” she asked.
“Ah ... yeah ... I-I took my stuff upstairs, anyhow,” he replied. “This place is awesome!”
Mia ‘s mother smiled at him. “I suppose it is pretty fancy, for a cabin,” she said. “We’ve been coming here so long, I guess we don’t really notice any more. It’s just ‘the cabin’ to us.”
Mia ‘s father walked in from the kitchen. “I called the Inn,” he said. “They’re really booked tonight. If we want to get something to eat tonight, we better get going.”
Everybody turned and started for the door. “You mean you have that fancy kitchen and you eat out?” he asked Mia as they walked.
“It’s kind of a tradition,” she said. “Mom told him she hates to have to cook after riding up here, so the first night we’re here, we always go out to the Inn at Loon Lake for dinner. It’s a neat place. And the food’s good. You’ll like it.”
They piled into the van and headed for the inn. This time, since there was room for him on the sofa in the rear of the van, Ryan sat there with Mia. Her mother kept looking back at them, though, and smiling at him. Mia didn’t say much, and didn’t act much like she wanted to snuggle, but then she never did. “This is so weird,” he thought with some irony as they rode down the highway,” Mia ‘s mother has paid me more attention so far today than Mia has on the last couple of dates we’ve been on.”
When they got to the Inn, which appeared to be an old hotel that had been restored, they went inside and were quickly seated. Mia ‘s father sat at one end of the table, Mia sat at the other, Cassia sat on one side, and Mia ‘s mother and Ryan sat opposite her.
“Doesn’t Mia even want to sit next to me? If she doesn’t, why the heck did she invite me up here, anyhow?” the young man wondered as he sat there, studying the menu. It looked like the things he hoped might happen while they were here were getting farther and farther from the realm of possibility. He jumped when Mia ‘s mother gently laid her hand on his arm.
“What are you going to have, Ryan?” she asked.
“Ah ... I-I don’t know for sure,” he replied. “There’s a lot of stuff here that sounds good. I’m not sure what I want.”
“Well, I’m going to have a martini,” Mia ‘s father snorted. He signaled the cocktail waitress, who came over and took orders from all of them for drinks. The young people all had sodas and Mia ‘s mother ordered a glass of white wine. “If you’re going to drink, Frank, I better stay sober so I can drive us home,” she said, frowning at her husband.
“Jeez, Diana, “ Mr. Dorley replied. “I work hard all week, I deserve a break sometimes, don’t I?”
“I know, dear,” Mia ‘s mother said, “Of course you do. Ryan thought her tone just a little condescending.
“Christ, Diana, you complain every time I have a drink,” Mia ‘s father continued, using a whining tone that surprised Ryan. “I wish for once you’d lighten up a little. I mean it isn’t like I’m a drunk or something. If I was, we wouldn’t have all the stuff we have, would we?”
“I guess I shouldn’t be such a bitch about your drinking, should I?” Mia ‘s mother replied, with more obvious sarcasm in her voice this time.
Mia ‘s father looked at Ryan. “So what do you do in school, Ryan?” he asked.
“Do?” Ryan replied, a little puzzled by Mia ‘s father’s question. “Ah ... what do you mean, sir?”
“I mean, do you play sports, anything like that?” Mr. Dorley asked.
Ryan felt his face getting warm and knew he was blushing. “Ah ... no, sir, I-I’m not very athletic,” he said. I-I’m president of the debating club and I belong to the computer club.”
“Ryan was the one who started the computer club,” Mia advised her father.
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