Chapter 1

“Tom, wear something decent for your date with Jenny and not the rags you usually wear,” Marie said as he dried his hair after finishing a shower.

“Yes, Mom. I picked out a good shirt and my newest blue jeans.” He paused from drying his hair. “Mom, can’t you see that I’m naked?”

“I sure can. Want me to suck some life into your cock, or are you hoping that Jenny will do that to you instead,” she teased.

“Mom! I’m not expecting anything to happen.”

“You make me laugh. It’s a boy’s ambition to put his arm over a girl’s shoulder and hope she lets him feel her tit. If she touches your cock, you’ll cum in two seconds,” she joked.

“Mom, get out of here!” He threw his towel towards her, landing at her feet.

“Wear some of your dad’s cologne, it gets me wanting him.”

“Mom!”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!”

“Mom, you’re not wearing that to take Tom to the movies, are you?” Megan asked.

“What’s wrong with my favourite sweater and leggings?”

“Nothing. They look great on you. I just thought you might wear something, nice and attractive to the movie.”

“I’m not the one going on a date, Tom is. I haven’t decided if I’ll wait at Timmy’s for him to call me when the movie is over, or sit by myself and watch the movie.”

“You mean watch what Tom and Jenny are doing!” She smiled.

“I might sneak a peek, or two to see what their hands are doing.”

“If I pick out your top and skirt, will you wear it?”

“I didn’t know I had a fashion coordinator,” Marie teased.

“Believe me, you won’t regret wearing what I have in mind for you.”

“What is your little conniving mind up to?”

“Nothing, Mom.” Megan had to turn away as she smiled and went to her mom’s bedroom.

“Why did you pick out my lowest criss cross top and my shortest skirt? You know I don’t wear a bra with that top.”

“You never know who you might meet at the movies theatre.”

“And what have you planned for me?”

“Nothing, Mom. You just might meet someone you like.”

“Craig is at work, so it wouldn’t be him.”

“Who says you might meet a man?”

“Are you setting me up with a woman? I know I’m bisexual, but I usually don’t go hunting for pussy.”

“I thought you liked to hunt for pussy at the Hen House?”

“I do, and plenty of hard cocks.”

“Okay, I’ll wear them, to please you.”

“It isn’t me you’re going to please,” she said, walking away.