Chapter 3

After my lunchtime encounter with mom, I was just exhausted. It was only the afternoon, but after that incredible sex, I was just worn out. Heck, it must have been good for a 13 year old to be sleepy afterwards! Mom left me her bikini bottoms so I could "think of her" while she was gone, and I sure did - I fell asleep with them at my face.

I must have slept about an hour, and when I woke up I saw that mom should be back from her bake sale in another couple of hours. So I went in and got a quick shower, then headed back downstairs for the second time today. I decided to go out back and walk through the woods behind our house some, so I left the back door unlocked, left a note for mom, and headed out. I was feeling a little down, because dad was supposed to be back tomorrow, and I knew that was going to put an end to me and mom for a while. It was strange, everything has happened so fast, we really haven't had a chance to speak of what was happening between us. That was about to change.

I got back from my walk, right after mom got home. "Paul, come in here for a minute". Mom was in the living room, calling for me. "Sit down, I think we need to talk. I know that you are a young boy and your hormones are going crazy, but I really shouldn't have taken advantage of you like I did". Taken advantage of ME??? Hmmm... "Anyway, I'm sorry, and I really don't think this should happen again. It's just that with your father away for so long, I just couldn't help it. It's already been a month, and, well I just couldn't help it. Things aren't that good when he's here anyway".

"It's OK, mom. I understand. But I really don't want to stop what we are doing."

"I know you don't, Paul, but we really have to. I just have to have more control, and you do, too. You'll have a girlfriend soon enough, and she can take care of things like this when the time is right."

DAMN!!! There goes that setup. Fortunately mom was a little uncomfortable and left the room, or I'd probably have started crying right there in front of her. The last thing I wanted to happen was for this to end.

The next day dad came home, and everything seemed fine. Mom kind of watched what she wore around me, I could tell, and fortunately dad didn't say anything, so she must not have told him. I figured things were just as she had said they would be. Mom never said anymore about it, and I figured it was just as well.

A week went by, and dad left for yet another business trip. As I said, he was usually gone anyway, but things had been so confusing the week before that I didn't know what to expect. But after he left, nothing changed. Mom still wore the kind of things she wore while he was home, and still didn't bring up what happened again. I wanted so much to start something with her again, but I was afraid to. So I spent the week that dad was gone trying to get peeks of her, without being too obvious. Things were at least normal, and I didn't want them to get worse because of my own horniness. My hand would just have to do.

I felt a little let down again the day before dad was supposed to get back, because I knew that with him gone there was at least a chance for me with mom again. I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and as I did I heard the phone ring. When I came back out, I heard mom yelling on the phone. "You'll be back when!?! That's another fucking week! What about your family?", then a loud SLAM! Well, doesn't look like dad will be back yet. Maybe I'll get lucky again, who knows. Then I heard mom pick up the phone to call someone. "Yeah, Karen, do you feel like doing something tonight? That asshole called and told me he would be another week or more, and I just want to get away. No, Paul will be fine, don't worry. I just need to get drunk or something". Shit, mom NEVER drank. This must be worse than I thought. Then mom called up to me, "Paul, I'll be back later tonight. Don't get into trouble, OK?". "Sure mom, don't worry about me. I'll be alright".

So here I was, horny as hell, and in complete shock because I overheard mom say she was going to get drunk. She NEVER did anything like that. I kind of wanted to see how far I could get with mom drunk, but then again, I could end up even worse than I was now. So I just tried to put it out of my head. At least I could try to have some kind of control. Then again, a chance like this doesn't come very often.

Time stood still all evening. I fixed myself something to eat, and watched some more television. In the country there's not much to do anyway, and with mom being busy all the time, I was used to fending for myself. Hell, I enjoyed the time alone - I didn't have to feel like someone was watching my every move. Finally 11:00 came, and I knew mom would be home soon. At least I figured, although being drunk never played a part in her schedule before. But I was right. I made it to the top of the stairs just as the door opened. "Janet, let's get you over to the couch". It was Karen, basically carrying mom in the door, although I don't know how she could. She was staggering herself. By the time mom got on the couch, she was out cold. She didn't even have a chance. I kind of stuck around the top of the stairs, waiting for Karen to leave. Maybe I could get mom to be "close" to me again like she was earlier and last night. As I stood and watched, I started getting hornier, and for some reason instead of noticing mom, I started noticing Karen. She was pretty much the opposite of mom. She had large breasts, and was kind of big all over. Not overly heavy, but probably about 180 pounds or more. I really hadn't noticed her much before, but she was really looking nice to me right now. She had blonde curly hair, and was wearing a dark green skirt and button up blouse, and black stockings and heels. As I said, she was quite the opposite of mom.

I watched for about five minutes, then Karen got up and kind of staggered around, and started heading for the stairs. Uh, oh, I figured I'd better get out of sight, but quick. I dodged into my room and got under the covers. I was already down to my underwear, hoping I could get it on with mom again. I heard footsteps, then the bathroom light came on next to my room. It made sense now, Karen just needed to use the bathroom. I waited for her to leave, and it seemed to take forever. My cock was hard from the anticipation of going down and seeing what I could do with mom, and it was getting quite uncomfortable, so I eased my underwear off under the covers and waited. After about ten minutes the bathroom light went off and I saw a shadow in the doorway. I could tell by the shape that it was Karen. "Paul, you awake?" What could I do. I wasn't thinking straight anyway, so I told her yeah. "I just wanted to check on you before I left. Mmmm, does it feel kind of warm in here?" She walked over to the bed and looked down. I looked too, and saw that she had noticed my cock sticking up under the covers. "You know, me and your mom talk alot. She tells me almost everything. We've been friends for a long time." Karen took hold of the cover and slowly pulled it down to my ankles, my cock sticking up in the air for her to see. "I don't think she would mind, do you, Paul?" With that she slowly wrapped her fingers around my engorged cock. It felt like electricity. Her fingers were really cool, and my cock was so hot. Slowly she rubbed her hand up and down my shaft, already coaxing pre-cum from me.

"Your mom really wants you, Paul. She's just afraid. She told me how horny she has been lately. She just doesn't want you to hate her."