1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    hour when she showed up. I had to give Billy props for knocking on the door instead of using his horn. It was obvious that Julie gave him advice too. Dressed in a clean white shirt and black jeans, he didn’t look half bad. But Betty, with sun dress and high heels, looked stunning. She made the best of what cleavage she had too. Shaking hands, Billy greeted my mom with, “Mrs. Blake, the last time we met, I was carousing around with some friends of mine and I might have been a little disrespectful.” and bowed his head. “If anything, I probably owe you an apology.” ‘Damn, that was good.’ I thought. My mom didn’t graduate from college and land a pretty good job just to be disrespected. But with him laying it out like that, mom was probably soaking up all that respect, as thick as it was. Sure enough, the high class in mom came out, “Young man, that is better than I thought I would get from you this evening.” letting go of his hand. “I’ll accept that apology with a promise from you not to behave in that manner again.” I didn’t know what Billy did to disrespect her, but she wasn’t getting over it very fast. “Yes Ma’am, you have my word on it.” he replied. “I know you were trying to impress your friends, but if they need impressed then they aren’t your friends.” she scolded. With that, Billy turned and winked at me while shaking my hand. I thought, ‘Whatever man; you still got schooled by my mom.’ Dad rushed through the interview, if you could call it that, claiming, “UK starts ...
    in thirty.” That got Billy’s interest and he wanted to watch the game too. “Jake, can you take Betty on a tour of the place?” Julie asked, giving me those same puppy dog eyes she gave dad. I got it; she wanted time with Billy. In the meantime, I get to suffer the teasing of Betty. “Yeah.” I consented, thinking at least she might show me something to fantasize about. I showed her the linen closet and the cart. Next was the cleaning supplies. I went through a couple of tricks to get stains out, but her attention span was dwindling. “Going to show me the rooms?” she asked, laying a duster back on the shelf. “Yeah, we have ten rooms on the second floor.” I started, closing the utility closet door. “They get dusted on Thursdays so they’ll be ready for the weekend. That’s when we get the most guests.” “I bet!” she quipped, “Guys bringing women here to fuck.” It made me think, “There’s this one guy that comes in every other weekend with a different woman.” I pondered aloud. “You’re probably right but not as many as you think.” I opened room one and showed her the view. I explained about removing wrinkles from the bed and keeping fingerprints off of the furniture. “I love the bed. Have you tested it out?” she asked, hopping up on it. That sucked, she just put a ton of wrinkles in a wrinkle-free bed. “No; and thanks for messing it up. That’ll give you some practice getting those wrinkles out.” “Come on; that would be awesome if you could say you fucked in every room.” she fantasized. ...
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