“I mean, that’s enough. I think you got the idea. Now go to your room and fix it.”
“Are you sure, mom?” I said, trying to take in what was happening.
“Yes! I’m sure. Just fix the things I marked, and hope your professor is as understanding as I am.”
“Do you want me to bring it back when I’m done so you can check it?” I said, glimpsing a pile of paper on her nightstand.
“She made a second copy!” I thought as she said something.
“What was that, mom?” I said, standing up, letting the pages drop down to cover my erection.
“I said I have a headache. I think I’m going to bed. As for your paper, just fix what I marked.”
“Alright.” I said, walking to the head of the bed careful to keep the pages over my erection.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“Thanks, mom.”
I closed her door slowly as I left the room, making sure it failed to latch.
“Take it slow.” my sister’s words echoed in my mind as I stood quietly outside her door listening. Something that would be a lot easier to do if my cock wasn’t about ready to burst.
I waited, listening, for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds. Finally I heard it, a drawer open and close followed by the shuffling of papers. I had wanted to take her vibrator thinking it would give her only one option to satisfy her need, but Shelly had looked at me like I was crazy. Again her words echoed through my head.
“Take it slow.”
I waited until I heard the soft buzzing, then I read through the first page of my paper, hoping that would give her enough time. Once I was finished, I knocked lightly on mom’s door and waited for her to answer.
“Yes?” she finally answered, the tension clear in her voice.
“There’s just this one part, mom. You didn’t mark it, but I’m having second thoughts about it. Could you give me any suggestions?”
“Uhm, yes.” she said, the buzzing going quiet. “Just read it from there.”
“Okay, here goes. Uhm… Her whole body shivered as he touched her, the contact was electric. She wanted to stop him, to stop the madness. The feeling wasn’t real for him, just a youthful fascination. For her it would be more, so much more. She stared into his eyes, afraid, afraid if she looked away, if she did anything to interrupt, he might flee. His fingers caressed her skin softly as he pushed her robe back, letting it fall from her shoulders. He looked into her eyes, scared, unsure what he should do. Her skin tingled as he traced a path along the edge of her bra, slowly following the curve of her breasts.”
I took a couple breaths, listening, waiting for that sound. Finally I heard it, faint, but unmistakable.
“His fingers struggled with her bra, fumbling with the clasp. She wanted to help, to flip the bra open, to release herself to him. His frustration was clear on his face. She saw tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes as he looked at her pleadingly. She started to move her hand up, to assist him and suddenly he got it. The clasp sprung open, and the cups fell away. The look on his face was priceless, reminding her of the first time he rode his bike. She wanted to reach up and wipe away the tears, to whisper words of comfort and encouragement but she was afraid if she did anything if she so much as whispered, she would break the spell and he would flee.”