“I’m telling you, Audrey. She’s acting weird. She’s avoiding me. She barely looks at me. She doesn’t talk. It’s like she’s just not there,” I said as I massaged her feet in her dark nylon stockings.

She had cast aside her shoes the moment she stepped inside, and I’d followed her in. It was no wonder her feet hurt when she decided to teach all day in 3-inch heels. Now she was lounging back on the sofa, letting me take care of her.

"Of course, she is acting weird, puppy.” Audrey rolled her eyes. “You still have so much to learn. I thought I was a better teacher.”

“Oh, you're an excellent teacher. And dare I say that I enjoy our lessons immensely; but seriously, Audrey, what the fuck?”

“Fuck, exactly, Jack. You fucked her. Of course, she is being weird. She doesn’t know what she feels at the moment. She's your mother, by all rights, but having given birth to you. Didn’t she raise you since you were like three?” Audrey said. “The woman loves you, but like a son. Let her adjust to having loved you as a lover.”

“Audrey, you…” I shook my head. “I mean, you told me to.”

Audrey rolled her eyes once more. “Oh, like I twisted your arm.” She pulled her foot back and pushed her other one into my lap.

I heaved a sigh. “Yeah, I guess. You know my Dad and I shared Kassidy and didn’t have this problem for weeks afterward.”

“Well, that was Kevin, who's an asshole, and not your mother, who just loves you. I’d be more surprised if he did care so much. Now, if he found out that you fucked Karlie, we’d be having an entirely different conversation. Even though the reason you got to fuck Karlie was because he fucked Kassidy, and she had the audacity to leave her panties in their room. Your mother and I are also quite certain that he has been fucking his secretary.” I gave her a look, and she just shrugged like it was obvious. “He gets off at four, and it’s not a two-hour drive from Knoxville. It’s not even a one, and then he comes home smelling like sex and perfume.”

“I never noticed or thought about that. And, again, I only fucked Karlie because you told me to.”

“Please, never say that again,” Audrey shouted. “You walked in with a handful of flowers, and I watched you melt. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Okay, first of all, the flowers were…” I let go of a sigh and shook my head. “It doesn’t matter; the point is it fucked everything up.”

“No, it didn’t, puppy.” She reached out and touched my face. “Your boundaries have changed, that’s all. You just need to show her that you're okay with it. That you're not ashamed. If she can feel that you are unashamed of what happened, then she is less likely to be ashamed of it. Are you ashamed?”

“No. I loved every second of what was happening in there." I stopped for a moment. “I thought she did, too.”

“Oh, she did. It would probably be easier for her to deal with if you sucked, but take it from me; you gave her a thrill that your father never could. I talked to Kass. Apparently, he’s weak tea.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t need to know that.”

Audrey rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Men, you're all so predictable. You all want to know where you land in the field of lovers, but you really don’t.”

I shook my head. Unfortunately, she was right.

I heaved another sigh, and Audrey took a moment to stare me down. “You want to go home, don’t you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what I want. I just feel so out of it.”

She nodded. “I get it. Does that mean you don’t want to play?”

I shook my head. “As much as I’d love to…. No, I should get home for dinner. Awkward as that will be. At least I think I should.”

“You know you don’t have to go, right? And it doesn’t have to be awkward if you do.”

I got up, shaking my head at her. I gave her a small kiss, and she watched as I made my way out the front door. I wasn’t sure if I felt her eyes on me as I made my way outside and across the street. It was still cool in the early evening now. It made it nice. I let myself in, and the moment I did, my mother gave me her best deer-in-the-headlights look.

“Jack.” She stopped and looked me over like she was seeing through me. “You're home early. Is Audrey okay?”

“Yeah, Audrey’s fine, Mom. Are you okay?” I placed my hand on hers, reaching for her as she rested at the table.

“Me? Yeah.” She gazed down through my hand. “I’m okay. I’m good, good, good.” She drew her hand away from me and then kneaded her skirt down against her thigh.

I stared at her for another moment, hoping that maybe she would give me a genuine answer.

“You should wash up,” she said. “We’ll have dinner as soon as your father is home.”

She got up from the table and practically fled, making her way up the stairs as I watched. None of her usual confidence guided her stride, and it broke my heart to watch her go.

I didn’t want to follow her, or maybe I did, but I headed to the mudroom to wash up and then headed to the living room. It wasn’t so long before I heard Karlie again. She must have snuck back downstairs, remembering that she planned to prep for dinner. Dad probably wouldn’t be home for an hour or so yet, and I just left her alone. She had Hasselback potatoes, fresh green beans, fried apples, and grilled chicken. It would have had all the makings of an excellent dinner, except this was the third night in a row we'd had it.

My phone chimed, and I pulled it from my pocket as it chimed again.

Audrey: Do you see what you're making me do?

Audrey: (Media Message)

A picture of her body followed the message while she held a tiny bullet vibrator to her clit.

I smiled and leaned against the arm of the sofa. My cock grew hard looking at the perfect nude.

Jack: Are you trying to entice me back over there?

Audrey: Maybe

Audrey: How is your mother?

Jack: On autopilot

Audrey: I’m sorry

Audrey: You can come back over if you like, you know. We don’t have to play.

Audrey: I can be a big spoon

I smiled, chuckling softly at the proposal.

Jack: I’ll keep it in mind

Karlie had dinner ready by the time my father strolled in. Things between him and me had been fine since the whole Kassidy thing, but today I looked at him slightly closer. He was walking like a man who’d just gotten his dick sucked. Maybe Audrey was onto something with the secretary.

I was still thinking about what she said as we sat for our evening meal. Karlie barely said two words as she poked at her food. She took bites here and there, but largely she cut and scooted the food around strategically like something I’d seen on Skins. I noticed. I wasn’t sure if my father did.

I finished up and stepped around the table. I stood close to her, setting my hand beside hers.

“Thank you, Mom. That was delicious.”

She smiled up at me. “Thank you, sweetie.” She blushed and looked back at her meal.

“Yeah, delicious,” my father said. He wiped his mouth, got up, and went to turn on the evening news.

I glared at him as he went and let go of a sigh. Karlie just sat there, too, watching him go. Then TV voices came from the next room, and he fell into his chair.

I heaved a sigh, then stepped to the back of my mother’s chair. I placed my hands on her shoulders and I pressed, rubbing into her. I was no masseuse like Kassidy, but I could do well enough, and as if to prove it, Karlie let out a shaking breath. She was so balled up.

She fell back into the chair towards me, and I rubbed into her harder. Her head fell back as she let me touch her. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed there beneath my hands. She looked something more like herself.

She chuckled. I didn’t expect that. “I guess three nights in a row of this is a bit much, huh?”

“It’s okay, Mom.”

“Mmm… mom,” she echoed.

I kept massaging her shoulders, and she fell back deeper into the chair. I looked down at her, past her mess of Auburn hair. The deep cut of her blouse revealed her cleavage and the ample curves of her breasts, and my cock grew hard as I kneaded the knots from her shoulders.

She had a falling out breath, and I knew something had shifted in her. I felt it in her shoulders and her posture. I turned my right hand slightly, and I dropped it down the cut of her blouse.

Karlie relaxed as I rubbed into her cleavage, working her over her bra.

She reached up, grabbed my other hand, and slowly brought it down, inviting me to work both of her breasts in my hands. She shivered. Her breath grew shallow as she relaxed, and she reached a hand down to her mound. It was almost the moment she touched herself that she came to.

“Stop,” she said.

“Karlie, it’s okay,” I cooed. “I see you.”

“Please, Jack.”

I withdrew my hands, and she adjusted the shoulders of her blouse and went back to rigid.

“Karlie, can you bring me a beer?” My father shouted.

Karlie turned on me, she placed a hand on my chest and her forehead against mine, and then she kissed me on the mouth. “Thank you, Jack,” she said. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

She went to the fridge, gathered up a Coors, and took it in to him. I shook my head and went upstairs to my room to lie down in bed.

It sucked. I wanted to be in the mood to cross the street and fuck the shit out of Audrey, but I just wasn’t there. Instead, I checked my phone and smiled at the several pictures she had sent me. Several of them were of her masturbating, striking poses after just getting out of the shower for the night. One was of her pouting when I hadn't replied.

I kicked off my pants and took my dick in my hand. I caressed it as I stroked.

Jack: I’m sorry. I was helping Karlie after dinner.

Audrey: You were going to make me cry, puppy

Audrey: I thought you didn’t like me anymore

Jack: :D I don’t know how to fall out of whatever it is we’re in

Audrey: Haha, I’m glad because I like it

Audrey: What are you doing right now?

Jack: Truthfully. I’m stroking it to those pictures you sent.

Audrey: Eww… haha

Audrey: Turn on your light and cum to your window

I obeyed; I turned on my light and then went to the window, just as her patio light came on and she stepped out dressed in a robe. It was weird seeing her like that, in the dark, bathed in artificial light. She dragged her lounge chair over, fell into it, and then looked up at me with a smile.

I waved like a fool as she undid the knot at the front of her robe, let it fall open, and leaned back into the chair. It felt like old times, and it didn’t strain my mental fatigue to jerk it to her as she laid back, bathed in the yellow light.

I wanted to be down there with her. I could nearly taste her on my tongue, it seemed. All I had to do was go over there and devour her.

Jack: Send me a pic of that pussy

She picked up her phone, and then there was a flash across the street. The next thing I knew, my phone went off, and I looked at the picture of her flicking her bean with only her middle finger. I chuckled softly.

I took my time, and so did she. I cupped my balls and rolled them in my palm as I stroked my cock. I let a dollop of spit land on the head of my cock and my head fell against the window as cum burst from me. I watched her for a moment longer until she came and smiled at me again.

My phone went off.

Audrey: Is my puppy feeling better?

Jack: He is feeling much better, thank you.

Jack: If you like, I can help you put the patio furniture away next time I’m over.

Audrey: I’m glad

Audrey: That would actually be great. Thank you

I went back to my bed, not feeling a hundred percent, but much more at peace in my head and heart than I had been before. We texted back and forth until I fell asleep.

***

I woke up early, despite my day off, and I couldn’t for the life of me get back to sleep.

“Fuck,” I swore, as I rolled out of bed. It would still be cold out, but maybe a run would help relieve the restless bullshit I was feeling.

I crept through the house, skipping the squeaky step, only to get struck by a blast of cold air when I opened the door. Maybe this wasn’t as good of an idea as I thought. I warmed up, though, and began a run around the neighborhood. It didn’t take long to get warm. After just a few moments, the cold seemed to disappear. A car beeped behind me, and I jumped, only to catch Audrey waving at me as she started on her way to work. Other people were out too, walking their dogs and such, taking out the trash. Several waved, most didn’t. It didn’t matter.

It was a pretty good loop, about three miles. I rounded the corner back onto my street to see that my dad’s car was gone from the driveway. It must have been later than I thought. I wasn’t a great runner, so it took me nearly half an hour. Either way, I let myself cool down for a few moments before heading inside. It was quiet in the house, and I wasn’t sure if Karlie was asleep or not. Either way, I skipped the step and headed to get a shower. I was dripping with sweat as I turned on the shower and let the warm water hit me. I didn’t notice anybody come in, but when I got out of the shower, my clothes were missing except for what I brought to change into.

So, that answered the question of whether or not Karlie was awake. I changed into my T-shirt and sweats and went to find her.

It didn’t take long. No secrets were happening. I ended up finding her in the mudroom, sifting through the laundry she had collected.

“Shit,” she swore, under her breath.

I leaned against the door frame, just taking a moment as I watched her bend over to the floor, picking up whites to throw into the washer.

I smirked as the thought came into my head, and then, with my dick already hard from standing there watching her, I stepped up behind her and pressed my length against her ass. Then I reached around her to her mound.

She froze and took a deep breath. She didn’t say a word. She was stone still for a moment before she pressed back against me, and then a deep breath left her body behind. My cock grew harder now as I pressed against her ass. It was only a moment before she stood up and leaned back against me.

She didn’t say anything, not a word, but she didn’t have to. I rubbed her mound over the boy shorts she wore, then, after another moment, she took my hand and I thought that was it until she guided my hand up just a little higher and then pressed it under the hem of her shorts and panties.

I pressed through the fine soft tufts of hair and came to the wet slit between her legs.

Karlie sighed and relaxed back into me. She grabbed my free hand and guided it beneath her shirt.

I obliged. I caressed the flesh of her belly with my nails and then rubbed her breasts over the top of her bra.

Karlie sighed and relaxed further.

“Jack, what are you doing here?” Karlie asked. She didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t turn to face me. She just breathed.

“Shh… It’s okay,” I said, whispering softly in her ear.

“I know.” She leaned back against me harder. She still didn’t open her eyes, but she twisted back, and her lips met mine. She kissed me once. Then she kissed me again as I worked her body.

“Just relax, Karlie. Tell me what you want?”

A deep breath left her body behind as I dipped my finger into her slit and pressed so gently against her clit. “Oh, I can’t have what I want, Jack.”

“You can have anything you want, Karlie. Just tell me what you want.”

“Oh, but it’s so wrong, Jack,” Karlie said, letting out another long breath.

Of course, it was wrong…. I sighed and went to pull my hands away when she snatched at my wrists.

“No, no,” Karlie begged. “Don’t stop.”

I paused for only a moment and then continued working at her. I reached just a little deeper into her shorts, and my fingers pressed against her button. Her knees shook like she might hit the floor for the briefest moment, but I pulled her back, holding her.

She chuckled lightly. “That was close.”

“Shh… relax.”

I pressed my fingertip over her bean, and her breathing slowly became more and more shallow. It grew faster. I didn’t press her. I only worked her gently. I gave her time; I wanted her to ease into it.

Her body quaked, and her juices spilled out over my hand as her breath caught. I smiled, and she looked back once more to kiss me. There...