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“I know someone who works at a daycare who might take some off your hands for jack-o-lanterns if you end up with extras.” Maybe Lila would want some for her class.
It doesn’t take me long to get her car running again. “Thank you! My knitting club meets tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it. Can you stay for dinner? I have a roast in the oven.”
“Have you ever known me to pass up food?”
She beams at me. “Glad to hear it because I have a box of vegetables for you too.”
“Tomatoes?”
“Of course.”
Visiting my mom is always bittersweet. We went through a lot together and while she acts happy, I don’t believe it.
“How do you like staying at the trailer park?” she asks as we sit down for dinner.
“I’ve only been there for a few days, but it isn’t bad. I don’t think Lila is a big fan of having us.”
She frowns at my shrug. “You know you could stay here.”
I’d rather swim in syrup and camp out naked on an ant hill but I force a smile. “I know, and I appreciate it, but this is fine. And it’s temporary.” Her husband, Jim, isn’t physically abusive but he’s a prick. Controlling, with masculinity as fragile as a soap bubble. At least he’s gone more than he’s home.
I steer the conversation back to her. She’s happy to fill me in on what she’s been up to and gossip about her friends. I’m happy that she has a good social life, that he hasn’t been able to isolate her.
When I leave, she has me loaded down with fresh produce and a big container of leftover pot roast. No one is home when I get back to the trailer. After putting away all the food, I notice the kitchen trash can is full. Sitting on top is a familiar polka dotted tumbler. The thought of the little crease between her eyes that surely appeared when she found it makes me smile. The trash gets deposited in the outdoor can, but I tuck the cup behind a book in my room.
It’s nice to have the place to myself and after showering, I settle down to play a video game until my eyes start to feel heavy. After double checking that the doors are locked, I go to bed.
It’s late when a noise filters through the layers of sleep and pulls me awake. What is that? It stops for a moment, long enough for the silence of the trailer to make me doubt I heard anything. Maybe I was dreaming. My clock glows, showing it’s nearly two in the morning.
Zzzz. Not dreaming. That cannot be what I think it is. A soft moan is barely audible through the thin trailer wall.
Holy shit. This is an unexpected perk of sharing a bedroom wall with Lila. No, not a perk. I didn’t mean that. She’s Amos’s sister. The girl who climbed on her high horse to look down at me years ago and still rides it proudly. She doesn’t like me and I’m not particularly fond of her either.
She moans again, breathy and low.
Not good. This is not good. Unfortunately, my cock disagrees, hardening up in seconds.
No. Absolutely not. I’m not going to. I can hear her breathing as it grows heavy and my hand wanders downward. I’m not doing this. I’m not thinking about what she’s doing right now or how she must look.
Does she sleep naked? Most women don’t in my experience.
A few quiet gasps of air are followed by a small whimper and the buzzing sound ceases. Did I just listen to my best friend’s sister come with my hard cock in my hand? Yep. Before I can fully grasp that, the buzzing starts up again.
She’s going for round two. There’s only so much a man can take. Shoving my underwear down, I stroke myself, giving in to the visuals trying to invade my mind. Lila spread out on her bed, her back arched, thrusting her bare tits forward while her hand works a toy between her legs.
Slowly, she presses the vibrator in deeper, her eyes shut and mouth open. The little crease between her eyes appears as she starts to get close again. I picture her head whipping back and forth until she looks down and finds that the vibrator is gone and it’s my tongue driving her into a frenzy.
The thought makes me come instantly, cursing under my breath and shocked by the sudden intensity of it. When my brain finally resets, I realize it’s dead quiet. Did she hear me? Is that why she stopped or did she just finish again?
With my wilting dick in my hand, I listen but the silence drags on. The urge to laugh almost overwhelms me as I wonder if she’s doing the same, lying in bed with a wet hand, trying to be quiet.
This might not be one of my proudest moments. Post nut clarity is vicious.
CHAPTER 5
LILA
My brain feelsfuzzy from a lack of sleep and so far, coffee isn’t helping. I went to Cara’s place for dinner last night and ended up hanging out until late. Despite that, I couldn’t fall asleep. My little rose toy finally came to the rescue.
