Chapter 7: Sunday

Bobby

Waking up that morning, I watched Kathy sleep for awhile, before I remembered what happened the day before. Trying not to wake her, I slowly rolled her over onto her back. I figured that would be as good a time as any to return the favor. Licking each of her nipples, I was happy to see them get erect right away. While I licked and nibbled on her boobs, I reached down to touch her pussy, caressing it until I felt her legs begin to open. Continuing with that, I made sure I would be able to fit between her legs before I stopped teasing her clit.

Looking up, I made sure that Kathy was still asleep before I eased my legs in between hers. Taking my time, I slid my way down, working to keep the covers over her. When I was finally between her legs, I began licking all around her pussy, before sucking her clit into my mouth. As soon as I did that, Kathy began moaning softly as she pressed her pussy against my mouth. It didn't take very long before she started cumming. Just as she had done the day before, her thighs closed around my head, holding me there until her orgasm was done.

"Wow, what a way to wake up," she said pulling me up until our lips met. As we kissed, she reached down to grab my dick and guide me inside of her before I could say anything, not that I wanted to.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," I told her.

"Oh yeah, I'm very sure. I was sore last night, but when you did that, it seemed to make the soreness go away," she told me, even as she started moving underneath me. When she started that, I began stroking in and out of her, hoping I could make it better for her this time. As we continued, I could feel my orgasm getting closer. Not wanting to cum too soon, I tried slowing down, but Kathy wouldn't let me.

"Faster, I'm almost there. Please go faster," she asked, grinding her hips into mine. When she said that, I couldn't help it, I began stroking faster and faster. Thankfully, she was really close. When my orgasm started, I could feel her pussy start squeezing my dick as she dug her fingernails into my back. As soon as I realized she was cumming with me, it made my own orgasm even better.

"I love you," she told me, holding me tightly.

"I love you, too," I told her before kissing her softly.

"Mmm... I don't think I need to tell you that I had an orgasm this time," she told me, smiling up at me. Even though I had been pretty sure of it, I have to admit it felt pretty nice to hear that. I really hoped it would be like that every time.

Kathy

I had been having a really great dream. It felt so real that I could even feel Bobby's tongue against my pussy. I woke up slightly confused, surprised, and horny. I had thought that the feeling of a tongue on my pussy had been simply a dream, but Bobby's head was between my legs! It hadn't been a dream at all, it had been real.

When he asked me if I was sure, there was no way I was going to stop him by then. I was just a little sore and that didn't last long. When he started going in and out of me, I could feel a kind of pressure beginning to build. It just kept getting better and better until I couldn't take it anymore. I knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge to my orgasm. When Bobby started cumming inside of me that was all it took.

As I continued cumming, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming again. Neither of us wanted my parents to know that we were doing it again. Looking over at the clock, I realized it was already a few minutes after eleven o'clock. It looked like an early lunch because it was too late for breakfast. I figured we might want to take a shower then if we didn't want a late lunch. When Bobby rolled off of me, I ran to the bathroom, trying to keep his cum from dripping all over the place. After I finished in the bathroom, I headed back to our bedroom.

"I think we might want to take a shower," I told him, grabbing his hand to pull him out of bed. Getting up quickly, he hurried toward the shower, dragging me with him. As soon as we got into the shower, Bobby turned me around and started washing my hair. It had been a long time since anyone had done that for me, but I was more than willing to let him do that again as soon as possible.

After we got my hair rinsed, we were about to start playing again when we heard a knock on the door.

"Bobby, are you in there?" my mom asked.

"Um... yeah, I am," he told her, raising his voice so she could hear him.

"You have a phone call," she told him. Bobby looked a little confused when he heard that. I just hoped it wasn't anything serious.

Bobby

I didn't have a clue about who would call me there. None of my classmates had ever called me. The only idea I had was that it could have been the police. After putting on a robe, I headed downstairs. When I got there, Mrs. Hanson showed me where the phone was and walked away to give me some privacy.

"Hello?" I said, after I picked up the phone.

"Bobby? It's your mother. I read about your father in the papers. When I called the police, they told me where you were. Are you okay?" my mom asked, causing me to almost drop the phone. It had been a few years since I last heard her voice, but there was no question in my mind that it really was my mom. I couldn't help thinking it was a little late to try to act worried then.

"Yeah, I'm okay, no thanks to you," I told her.

"Bobby, I'd really like to see you, is there anywhere we can meet? I really need to be able to talk to you," she told me.

"Yeah, I guess we could meet at the house, if you really want to, I suppose. Are you in town?" I asked.

"No, but I will be in about twenty minutes. Bobby, honey, I've really missed you. I'll see you at the house in a little while, okay?" she asked.

"Okay, I'll see you then," I told her, starting to hang up the phone.

"Bobby, I love you," she said. Unable to believe her after all that time, I didn't bother answering her before I hung up. I must have looked a little sick when I went back upstairs, because Kathy looked a little worried when she saw me.

Kathy

When I saw Bobby's face, I knew he'd just been told some bad news or something. He was really pale.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked, putting my arms around him.

"That was my mom. She wants to meet me in a few minutes," he told me.

"You're not going, are you?"

"Yeah, I want to see why she took off like that and left me with my dad," he told me. I had to admit, he had a good point. Walking into our bedroom, I watched him dress, the anger and sadness in his eyes made me want to cry.

"Will you... will you be coming back?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I had to hear it from him, anyway.

"Well, I'd like to, that is, if you want me to," he said, turning toward me.

"If I want you to? You goof, of course I want you to. I don't ever want you to leave me," I told him. Walking to him, I put my arms around him.

"I love you and I promise I'll never leave you," he told me, holding me tight.

"I love you, too, and that's one promise I'm going to make you keep," I replied with a giggle. With a sigh, he pulled away from me before heading back downstairs. Even though I knew he would be back, I couldn't help worrying about him. I just hoped everything worked out okay with his mom.

Bobby

When I got downstairs, I told Kathy's parents what was going on. When I got finished, it was Kathy's dad that spoke up.

"I know you have to see her, but I want you to remember something. You are seventeen and can make your own choices. Don't do anything you don't want to do. You've got a home here for as long as you want it," he told me.

"Thanks, I really appreciate that. I don't know what she wants, but I figure I have to at least find out," I told him. During all of that, Mrs. Hanson didn't say anything, but I could tell she wasn't happy about something.

"Bobby, be careful. You've had enough problems already," she told me.

"Thanks, I will," I told her. When I started to head out the door, Kathy gave me a hug and a kiss. Then before I got outside, her mom gave me a hug, too. I had to turn my head away so they wouldn't see me about to cry. When I got outside, I was surprised to see Kathy's dad right behind me.

"Do you want a ride?" he asked.

"No, sir, I think I am going to need a little time alone before I talk to her," I told him.

"I can understand that. Remember, you have a home with us for as long as you want it," he told me.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"I guess you had better get going if you're going to meet her. Take care of yourself," he told me, slapping me lightly on the back. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, and it really felt good.

Kathy

I really didn't want Bobby to go, and when he walked out of the door, I ran to our room and threw myself onto the bed and began crying. What made it worse was I couldn't seem to stop once I started. I guess my mom heard me because she came into my room and sat on the bed beside me.

"He'll be back," she told me, rubbing my back.

"I know, but I just think he's going to be hurt, again. I just wish I could be there to help him," I told her, wiping my eyes.

"He knows that. Believe it or not, just knowing you are here for him will help him. He knows he has a place to come home to, and someone that loves him waiting there for him," she told me.

"I know, but it still doesn't seem fair," I told her.

"Sweetheart, I know it doesn't, but she is his mother. I know if I hadn't seen you in a long time, I would really want to see you," she told me.

"Yeah, I know, I just don't want to see him hurt."

"I think Bobby is stronger than even he knows. He's going to have to be when you two start giving me grandchildren," she said, smiling at me. I had to laugh when she told me that. Realizing she was right, I dried my eyes and got dressed, wanting to be ready when Bobby got home.

Bobby

When I got to the house, I expected to see my mom waiting for me, but apparently she was running late. Since I really didn't want to deal with her in the front yard, I went into the house to wait for her to show up. After a few minutes went by, I heard a knock on the door. When I answered the door, there she was, a nervous expression on her face.

"Hello," I told her, shocked at her appearance. When she stepped into the house, she started looking around, until she finally stopped and turned to face me.

"You've really grown, I almost didn't recognize you," she told me.

"Yeah, it's hard to recognize someone when you haven't seen them in a long time, isn't it?" I replied.

"I'm really sorry, I was afraid to come back here. I really wanted to see you. You have to believe that," she pleaded.

"Yeah, you wanted to see me so much that you just left me with someone that beat the shit out of me a couple of times a week," I told her, trying hard to stay calm.

"You can't talk to me like that, I'm your mother," she said, starting to get mad.

"Some mother you are, you take off and leave me with a drunk. If it hadn't been for my girlfriend, he might have killed me," I told her, my voice rising a little.

"You don't understand. I had to get out of here. If I'd have stayed, he would have kept beating me up until he finally killed me. The only reason I stayed as long as I did was to protect you."

"Protect me? You have got to be kidding. If you'd really wanted to protect me, you would have taken me with you instead of leaving me with him."

"You don't know anything. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have even married him. Yes, I was pregnant when we got married. If you hadn't been coming, I wouldn't have ever married your father." When she said that, I realized the woman that brought me into the world didn't care about anyone but herself.

"I wasn't the one there when you got pregnant. When you told me you wanted to meet me, I really thought you wanted to see me. I guess I was wrong, because what you just said proves you didn't even want me," I told her, not wanting to let her see how much she had hurt me.

"What do you want from me? I did my best to protect you. I could have gotten an abortion, but I didn't. I went ahead and had you. I can't believe you would be so ungrateful," she snarled at me.

"I just wanted a mom," I whispered, not wanting to fight anymore. When I said that, she jerked back, as if she'd been slapped. I didn't mean to be cruel, but it was the truth. I'd hoped she had come back because she loved me.

"I am your mom," she replied.

"No, you're my mother. A mom cares enough about her kids that she will do anything they can to protect them. They don't leave them in a place where they can get hurt. Why did you even come back?" I asked.

"I just thought you might want to go with me to see your father. I figured it might give us both some closure," she replied, not even willing to look me in the eye. When she said that, all I could do was stare at her.

"I can't believe you would say that. Even though he beat me up, he was still a better parent than you were. He at least didn't leave me. He was there. He may have been a bad parent, but that's better than none at all," I told her.

"I was a good parent. I made sure you always had a good meal and some clean clothes. I tried to give you everything you wanted," she cried.

"Yeah, everything but love. That's what I really needed," I replied.

"I really didn't come here to argue with you. I just wanted to see if you wanted to go with me to see your father," she said.