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It took almost two months and the raise was not quite as much as she had been promised, but mom did begin to see a somewhat larger paycheck at the end of each week. In the meantime she and Terry continued meeting at out of the way motels in and out of town. He, of course, hinted at an even larger raise, which kept Mom showing up for their weekly and sometimes biweekly trysts. I encouraged her as well, as I needed some time of my own.
In all honesty Mom is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen with a body to kill for. And now that I've taught her a great deal of what Monica taught me, she is one hell of a lay. I guess what I'm trying to say is it wasn't like the sex was lousy or that she wasn't good looking enough. It was just that her desperation was driving her to hang on me every moment we were together (and she made sure that was as often as possible). I tried talking with her but every time I even approached the subject I could see her feelings surface and the tears well up. Call me a coward if you will, but I truly did not want to hurt her. I may have wanted to screw her, but I never wanted to hurt her. I do love her although, unlike her, I'm not IN love with her.
So when Brad told me that Vanessa was home for semester break, I have to admit I couldn't resist. I called her and she told me she wasn't seeing anyone, in fact she had had a few dates since our little adventure but there was no one special because she thought of me -- a lot. That was music to my ears and when I made just the slightest hint, she sprang for a motel room and we spent the night together. We both made up excuses about spending the night with a friend. Not actually a lie except that Mom somehow got the distinct impression that my friend was Brad, not his sister and that we were going to spend most of the night playing computer games and texting friends, not that I was going to spend the night exploring every square inch of Vanessa's voluptuous body. As it turned out her body had matured since we last parted company and actually rivaled Mom. When Mom made love she did so out of desperation to be wanted. Although Vanessa had a need to be wanted as well, when she made love it was freer, simply wanting to give and receive pleasure rather than trying to win affection.
We saw each other a couple of times during that week she was home from school and, believe me, we made the most of it. That creamy chocolate skin. pouty lips and rich brown eyes were all it took to get me hard. And she never disappointed in the bedroom either. I know you're wondering about Brad, but he was okay with it because when Vanessa went back to school he started dating Emily Peterson and they wound up going together.
The time with Vanessa was great, but soon she was back off to college and everyday life with Mom resumed. Even though she was seeing Terry often, I sometimes cringed to see her come home after one of their trysts because that was when she clung the worst, always wanting reassurance that I still loved her and forgave her indiscretions with Terry.
But it all came to a screeching halt when I saw her crying when she came home after a day at the office.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, Honey, Terry's been transferred back east. It's the economy. Three people were let go today and the rest of us were given the choice of either four more being fired or everyone taking a hefty pay cut. We, of course, opted for the pay cut so no one else would be laid off, but now my salary isn't going to be enough to keep us going. I've been doing some figuring and we'll barely be able to afford the rent payment each month, let alone pay any other bills."
"I'll get an after school job," I said. "Maybe I can find a real job. Something steady."
"Oh, Honey, I appreciate your offering, but I'm afraid that still wouldn't be enough."
"Then what... ?"
"I don't know. With Terry leaving and the cutbacks, I have no hope of making enough at the office. I've been wracking my brain for a solution, but so far, I've drawn a blank."
"Hmmmm," I mused as she quickly undressed. Bad economy or no bad economy, she wanted that physical reassurance but it also made me begin to wonder. Minutes later as she orgasmed for the third time a plan began to take shape. Of course I wasn't about to share it with her just yet.
Two days later I was was sharing a pizza at the local Pizza Palace with some guys from my class at school. Brad was there, of course, and Larry and Dobie whose real name was Frankie, but everyone called him Dobie for some reason no one could remember. Marty was a freshman like the rest of us, but almost a year younger. We kidded him a lot about being younger and especially about still being a virgin. Now Larry and Dobie were virgins too, but they let on like they weren't. Brad and I knew better, but they were good friends so we didn't embarrass them by revealing the truth. The conversation, as it always did, got around to girls and sex.
"Hey, you guys have got to come over to spend the night.," grinned Marty.
"And that would be because... ?" replied Brad.
"Because my dad just got a new deck of playing cards." He leaned over conspiratorially and lowered his voice. "Every one of 'em has a picture of a different naked woman on the back. Dad hides 'em in the back of his night stand drawer, but I got 'em out the other night. Man, some of those ladies are NICE! You guys come over and we'll play cards all night."
"Marty," replied Brad, we can see naked women on the internet any time we want and we can watch them doing it on video. Man you need to learn the facts of life."
"How about it, Brad?" grinned Larry, "you want to have that birds and the bees talk with Marty?"
"Come on guys!" pleaded Marty. He'd heard this kind of thing before.
"Not me," shot back Brad. "Now Darin there is just the guy to clue Marty in."
"Why me?" I asked.
"'Cause you're the ladies man of the group."
"I really do want to get laid," begged Marty.
Marty's a good guy and actually not bad looking. He's just shy, a lot like Vanessa was when I first met her. He just needed a first piece to get him started.
"What? Do I look like a private sex tutor?" I said.
"I'd pay you -- if you could help me get laid, I mean."
"Hmmmm, how much?" I asked, the plan I had been mulling around beginning to crystalize.
"How about fifty bucks?"
"Not enough. Make it a hundred."
"But ... but's that's all I got. I've been saving for a new iphone."
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