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A sleeping game turns serious for Lydia and Benji

Date: 12/18/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: bartje1542, Rating: 61.5, Source: sexstories.com

about a dozen ladies I've slept with." "Really? How come this is the first I'm hearing about this?" she grilled me. "Like I would bring a girl around here?" I chuckled. "It was doubly dangerous in high school with you as the Principle. At least in college I didn't have to worry about you terrorizing them." "You have always been a disrespectful little shit," she growled. "I was only looking out for you." I could have laughed. Oh, come one, the only people she looked after were herself and Bianca. It was her date night, so I let her off the hook. I did get my measure of revenge. When Walter showed up, I ran my hand over her nice, round ass as she opened the door. She couldn't bitch me out with the guy standing there, but she did beam waves of hate in my direction. It was worth it. Walter was good-looking, sandy haired and around forty. He was also nervous and unhappy. She made a point of letting me, and Walter, know that she would be back late. I don't know how that poor bastard felt about it, but for me it meant some time to watch porn on the big screen TV in the basement. My monitor was, at best, merely mediocre. A little over an hour later I'm really getting into a good scene shot from my PPV when the phone rang. It was Mom and she was seething. "I'm at the Olive Garden (a restaurant)," she whispered. "Come get me and bring my wallet. I misplaced it in the kitchen." I wasn't sadistic and I felt no need to question Mom about her dilemma. I threw on some clothes, headed ... upstairs, gathered the required items and headed out. The restaurant was interesting; the staff clearly suspected something was wrong. Mom was fuming and her date was nowhere in sight. They had even put the bill on her side of the table. I wasn't sure what came over me at that moment. I really didn't like her, but Mom was clearly humiliated to be in this situation, so when she went to pay at the register, "Sorry my roommate had to rush to the hospital, Lydia," I said loudly enough for the staff to hear. I ran my hand across her back to her hip then down to her ass. "I'm sure he will make it up to you later tonight." I'd thrown a plausible lie out there. It was up to Mom to have a screaming fit, or pop me one. "You bet he will," Mom threatened me. She didn't shrug off my hand until we got outside though. Once I had pulled out of the parking lot and headed home she turned on me. "What do you think you are getting away with by putting your hands on me?" she snapped. "Yeah - whatever," I mumbled. A 'thank you' was not something I expected. "You had better check that attitude Mister," she replied angrily. "You aren't out of my house yet." "The option of living in my car is becoming more attractive," I bantered back happily. "You can't wait to tuck your tail between your legs and skulk away, can you?" she questioned me bitterly. "Well, your motherly love sure isn't keeping me around," I grinned at her. That kept her quiet until we got home. "He ducked out after we ordered dessert," she ...