A few days went by without any further incidents. Our busty houswife heroine was still shook up from her encounter with Jake, but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with denial and some valium. She kept a straight face and as far as her husband and son were concered, it was business as usual in the Smith household.
Friday came, and Darlene was in the kitchen preparing dinner for her boys, when Tommy returned from school. He stopped by the kitchen, kissed his mother on the cheek and sat down for a chat.
Normally, Tommy would just have muttered some excuse and gone straight upstairs to his computer. Yes, his mood had been noticeably better in the last few days.
"How's things at school, honey?" Darlene asked.
"Well, not too bad actually. It's so weird! You know Jake..."
Darlene flinched and almost dropped a bowl of tomatoes when she heard the name. Suddenly she felt that hard throbbing cock between her breasts and Jake's "Keep going you little slut!" rang through her head.
"Uhm, yes... the Ryder boy, what about him?"
"Well, mom, I told you he was giving me a hard time. But the last few days he has been acting all weird. I have no idea what has happened, but suddenly he is so nice to me. He even stops the others from the usual hazing."
"Oh, t-that's so... strange. But, uhm well, good!" Darlene said with a faltering voice.
Darlene suddenly felt relieved. It looked like mom's little escapade had come to some use after all. Darlene decided to leave it at that and change the subject.
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Later that night. Darlene was all alone in the house. Howard had been called back into the office for an 'emergency' and Tommy was staying over at his friend John's. They were playing "Dungeons and Goblins" or whatever they called it.
The busty houswife was feeling a bit down. She had been looking forward to spending this Friday night with Howard. She had spent hours making herself pretty and preparing a nice dinner, hoping that they finally could make love tonight. And then that jerk Charles calls and orders him back to the office!
"Well, I might as well go to bed," she sighed when the phone suddenly rang.
"Beep! Beep!"
"It must be Howard," she thought and picked it up.
""Hi, darling!"
"Well hello, honey, I was just thinking about you. Have you missed me?"
A cold shiver ran down Darlene's back when she recognized the voice. It wasn't Howard at the other end. It was Jake.
"W-what do you want?"
"Why, just a friendly chat, Darlene," he chuckled. "Tell me what you're wearing!"
"That's none of your business!" Darlene snapped.
"Okay, I'll tell you then. You are dressed like a little slut, in a black dress that shows a great deal of those nice legs and almost as much of those fuckable tits of yours."
Darlene panicked and looked around the bedroom. "H-how do you know?" she yelled.
"What do you think, you dumb cunt?" Jake laughed. "You haven't been using those curtains for three years. My guess is that you like to be watched."
Darlene rushed to the window and pulled the curtains. "Jake, I'm hanging up now!" she said.
"Not so fast, honey... let's talk about... us!"
"What are you talking about? There is no 'us' and there never was!!"
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. I'm not sure that your husband, or poor little Tommy would agree," Jake chuckled. "Check your email!"
"W-what?" Darlene stammered.
"I said, you got mail, slut!"
Darlene slowly walked with an ominous feeling towards the desk in the corner where she kept her laptop. |