The Journal of Darin TaylorChapter 4
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The deal was sealed a week later when the transmission of the car went out and the hot water heater blew on the same day (and before you ask, I had nothing to do with either). It was just one of those coincidences which couldn't have happened at a worse time (at least for Mom). That night we talked over dinner.
"I ... I just don't know what to do," she said, tears of desperation welling.
"Look, why don't you just TRY my idea for a while, long enough to get out from under this current mess? Once we're back on our feet financially you can quit. In the meantime you can be looking for a better paying job."
"But to go to bed with young boys -- for money!"
"We've already been through that. We need the money and they need the experience. Better they get that experience with you than with some hooker in a sleazy motel room."
"I ... I guess you're right," she replied haltingly. "But, can I give them what they want?"
"Mom, after having both Monica and Vanessa, I still think you're the best looking and hottest woman there is."
This might have been a bit of an exaggeration -- but not by much. Mom may not have been quite as beautiful as Vanessa or as experienced as Monica, but she was still one hell of a lay.
"I just..."
"Try it ONCE! If it's that bad you don't have to do it again, but right now I don't see any other way out. Do you?"
"I ... I guess not." I could tell she was still conflicted. She bit at her lower lip and there was stress around her eyes and there were creases of consternation across her forehead. "All ... all right. Just this once. And if I don't..."
"If you don't like it, you quit and we starve," I said with a gleam in my eye. We both laughed. "Seriously, if you don't want to do it any more you just don't. It's that simple."
"And you won't think any the worse of me?"
"Hey, I'm the one who came up with the idea, right? I don't mind as long as we can still find time for each other."
"We will, Darling, we will," she replied, tears running down her face as we embraced. Actually this arrangement suited me fine, but I didn't want Mom to know that. Now don't get me wrong. I enjoyed screwing her -- a lot! But while I loved her I wasn't IN love with her like she was with me. So the time apart often came as a relief to me while I have to admit it seemed to be torture to her. I think Mom would have married me if she had known how to pull it off. As for me, I was quite content to climb into bed with her whenever I felt like it. But I had other interests.
We talked about how Marty would be her first "client". As funds were very short, we decided she would entertain him in her room. I would make the arrangements, then make myself scarce when he arrived. When she and Marty were finished she would turn on the bathroom light as a signal that I could return. I asked if she wouldn't prefer me to stay in the house, that it might make her feel safer, but she said she couldn't stand the idea of making love to another man with me in the house. Of course, I had no intention of actually leaving, that peephole was still serviceable, but I agreed and then made my own plans.
"You mean you weren't kidding?" asked Marty in astonishment as the two of us sat on a bench in the park near school the following day.
"Hey, I told you I could deliver. Now it's your turn. You really got the money?"
"I got it all right, but I was really wanting that iphone."
"Up to you," I said as nonchalantly as possible. "I mean if you want to pass up your first and probably the most fantastic piece of ass you'll ever get..."
"Wait, wait, wait!!! Okay, but this isn't some kind of practical joke is it?"
"I swear. Tell you what. If it'll make you feel better you can pay me AFTER you get laid. If she isn't everything I say she is, you won't owe a cent. How's that?"
"Okay, I'm in! Where and when?"
"My house, Thursday at eight."
"Your house? But your mom..."
"Mom will not pose a problem, I promise. Believe me, you are going to be in for the biggest surprise of your life. But you've got to agree to keep it a secret."
"Yeah, okay, okay. Is it Helen Raymond?" (a senior who was known to do it with younger guys). "I've always thought she was hot.," he said, his tongue practically hanging out.
"Better than Helen," I said. "Way better!"
"Oh, man, I can hardly wait."
"Well, the only thing I can tell you is that she's willing to teach you the ropes, but she wants a little fun too. So I'm going to share a few things with you that'll guarantee you both get your jollies."
"Sounds great to me."
And for the next hour-and-a-half I clued Marty in, without revealing her identity, on how to turn Mom on and a couple of things that were guaranteed to make her cum. My reasoning was that if she enjoyed this first encounter as well, she would be more likely to want to continue with our little venture.
"Do you think it's too much?" she asked, modeling the see-through negligee and matching stiletto heels.
"I think it's great," I responded.
Mom had met Marty a couple of times when he had come to our house with the guys to hang out. I had explained hat he was an over eager virgin and Mom had agreed that she would be slow and gentle with him. I didn't tell her about my little talk with Marty but I wanted this to be enjoyable for her as well.
"Just relax, Mom. Enjoy yourself."
"Are you kidding. I'm so nervous my heart won't stop pounding."
"Hey, didn't you tell me that once you and Terry got it on, that you actually enjoyed it?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Then just think of him as another Terry, only shorter and less experienced. He's going to love it so why don't you too?"
"Oh, I'm far too nervous for that."
"Just chill a bit and you might be surprised."
"I will be surprised if I don't get back to the bedroom. He's due any minute."
And with that she disappeared down the hall.
Sure enough, less than a minute later (and still seven minutes early) there was a timid knock at the front door.
"Come on in," I said waving him into the front room. "You ready to be blown away?"
"You kidding? I thought Thursday would never get here."
"You got the money?"
"I got it."
"She's waiting for you. Second door on the left."
I watched him walk hesitantly down the halt and halt in front of our bedroom. Mom had wanted to use my former bedroom, but for obvious reasons I had talked her out of it.
"See you later," I smiled walking to the front door as if to exit.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Marty turned the knob and pushed the door open. Even from the front door I could see his eyes dilate as he obviously caught his first glimpse of Mom.
"MRS. TAYLOR!" he gasped.
"Hi, Marty. Please come in and close the door," I heard from inside.
I opened the front door as if to leave as Marty disappeared into the bedroom and the door shut behind him.
Slamming the front door, I quietly sneaked into my former bedroom and uncorked the peephole.
"Darin tells me there are some things you would like to know about," she said, walking to him. The peephole was small but I could still manage to see that his eyes were absolutely bugging out.
"I ... Yes ... that is..."
Mom's outfit was a knockout. Flimsy and see-through it hid nothing. Her breasts and pubic hair were plainly visible as were those gorgeous legs and that firm little ass of hers. She stepped across the room, her hips swaying seductively and put her arms around him.
"Want to make love to me?" she asked in a sultry voice I hadn't heard her use before.
"You ... you bet"
"Then kiss me, Marty. Kiss me and sweep me off my feet."
Marty needed no encouragement. The kiss was long and deep just as I had instructed him. I think it might have surprised Mom a bit that Marty could kiss so well for when their lips parted she was nearly as breathless as he was.
"Take me to bed, Marty. I want you."
"I want you too," he said, a little too eager for i had told him to play it cool and not get in a hurry. She started to turn and walk to the bed but he did remember to grab her, pull her close then lift her into his arms. Mom was definitely not expecting that. Mom is not a large woman at all, but she still must be around one-twenty-five so she was literally swept off he feet. I could see the surprise on her face and the impression that this fifteen year old virgin was making on her. They kissed again as Marty carried her to, and gently laid heron the bed.
"Let me look at you," he asked.
"Anything for you, Marty -- anything!" she replied wiggling out of the outfit and shoes to reveal that voluptuous body. She squirmed a bit, her arms reaching out to him. "And you, Darling. I want you naked and here beside me."
I thought for a moment he was going to forget everything I had taught him, rip his clothes off and pounce. Then he seemed to catch himself and his pace slowed, his actions became deliberate and calculated.
When his shorts were finally cast off I could make out Mom's look of surprise. Now Marty isn't hung like a horse or anything like that, but for a kid his age he is certainly adequate, perhaps a bit past adequate.
"Here, beside me," she whispered.
He responded and there was yet another kiss, Mom surrendering her mouth to him and Marty, as I had told him, invading her with tenderness yet strength.
Mom's hands drifted to his shaft but something she had not expected was his hands cupping and caressing her breasts while his kisses fell from mouth to neck. Now Mom's neck is her Achilles heel. Nothing heats her up faster than passionate kisses on her neck and throat. I had alerted him to this very sensitive area, but as Mom began to respond, Marty sensed it himself and moved in for the kill. He was all over her neck and Mom was eating up every moment. I could tell she was aroused and well on the way to being hot to fuck. Her lower body began to writhe in need. Any other guy would probably have jumped her right then, but I will say that Marty was able to keep his cool and follow directions.
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