Rendezvous
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 26
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Oh Well. Shit happens.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual School Western Science Fiction Aliens Time Travel non-anthro First Oral Sex
Cora
At the Best Western in Callicoon, New York, Chuck and I had a Mom-Son talk. I had in mind a how to keep your girlfriend out of the family condition and still keep her satisfied chat. I intended to make it an illustrated discussion. Somehow ... it didn’t quite work out like I had planned.
“Chuck. We need to talk.”
“Gosh, mom. We’re not even going steady,” he said. “You want to break up?”
Since I ... we ... were on the beginning of the down side of up ... that slippery slope that usually ends with a nap ... Chuck’s comment struck my funny bone ... hard.
After I was in control ... they idea of which caused me to relapse into laughter ... again. I do admit I saw the ridiculous side of the condition. That caused the loss of any semblance of control ... again.
I grabbed a handful of crushed chips from the blue bowl ... it wasn’t Tom’s but they were good enough. My mouth blossomed with the flavors of sour cream, onion, nacho cheese, cheddar, greasy potatoes, baked chips, tortillas, lime, lemon salt, pork rinds, corn chips, vinegar ... every kind of chips ... except barbecue ... I hate barbecue flavoring ... took a swig of my Orange Crush ... the best orange pop ... and tried again.
I mumbled through the chips, “I want to talk to you about sex.”
“What do you want to know?” Funny, he understood me perfectly. I didn’t understand what I had said, but Chuck did.
Chuck was immediately coated with chips and orange soda. Passing through the nostrils at high speed, those little bitty chip fragments hurt.
And they are sharp. Chuck used half a roll of toilet paper controlling the bleeding.
When we resumed our decorum, I was sitting cross legged on the bed. I had a pair of red tinged and rolled toilet paper wads protruding from my nostrils ... one per side.
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