The Contractor
Copyright© 2013 by Coaster2
Chapter 6: A Change in Pattern
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 6: A Change in Pattern - He kept trying to retire, but every time he thought he could make it work, something came up. Sometimes you just have to do what's necessary.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Drunk/Drugged Group Sex
"Hey, do you think Ros would be up for a threesome?" I cackled as Sally and I relaxed from our strenuous session.
That got me a hard smack on the chest and a growl.
"What are you, some kind of pervert?"
"No, no nothing like that. She's a very attractive woman and she was giving off very receptive vibes tonight. What the hell, you never know unless you ask."
"Do you really think my mother would agree to something like that?" she said, clearly incredulous that I would suggest such a thing.
"Yep. The pheromones were positively humming tonight."
"Well, forget it. There's no way I'm sharing you with her."
"Ah ... so it's about sharing then, is it?"
That got me another smack.
"You know what I mean. A mother and daughter in the same bed with the same man? No way."
"Okay, then, tell you what. How about I just go visit her on my own? That way you won't be embarrassed."
She propped herself up on her arm and looked at me intently.
"You're serious, aren't you." It wasn't a question.
"Only if she is," I said, massaging her breast and tweaking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"That's sick."
"No it isn't. Weren't you paying attention tonight? Ros was sending all the signals.
"You're just messing with me, aren't you?"
I laughed. "Yeah ... a little bit. But your mother was sending clear messages. Maybe you should talk to her."
"Maybe we should get the hell out of here and she won't be tempted."
"I was planning to head up to Idyllwild and see Hurley. Want to come?"
"Sure. I haven't seen him in the last month. I haven't even talked to him on the phone. When do you want to leave?"
"Give me a day to rest up from the long drive and we'll go."
"I don't know how rested you're going to be with me in this bed."
"So ... you missed me?"
"I missed you five minutes after I left that motel room. I don't know what I was thinking. I got scared, I guess."
"Scared of what? Me?"
"No ... not you. Not even what you do ... or did do. No, it was about getting involved ... seriously involved ... again."
"And now?"
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