In any case, Steve and I always make sure that before we fool around at his house that his mom is definitely not going to return before we’re done. Just too many potential complications otherwise!
Chapter 3 – Steve’s Invitation
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On this day Steve’s mom went out to get her hair done – something that typically takes three to four hours at a minimum. Sharon told Steve that she was going to be out with some friends shopping so as soon the moment that the two of them were out the door Steve was dialing me to inform me that we had his house to ourselves!
Unknown to Steve, I actually got TWO phone calls, the one from Steve but Also another from Sharon informing me that she would really be hiding and watching us so I was to be sure Steve fucked me someplace easy to watch – like the living room or family room and not his bedroom. I was in the kitchen with my mom when they both called and she asked me what all the phone calls were about. I practically giggled like a grade school girl I was so excited.
“It’s gonna be so cool… Steve’s mom is out at the salon and he wants me to come over,” was all I said at first. My mom looked at me and shook her head in mock disbelief.
“Somehow that grin on your face tells me he didn’t just ask you to come Over to talk about homework,” she teased me.
My tongue licked my lips subconsciously and I just gave her my patented naughty look. She responded by rolling her eyes at me the way she does whenever she can’t believe something about me.
“Yeah, I figured as much… have fun.” Then she seemed to think for a moment and her eyes tunneled in on me again. “OK, that was the first call I assume so who was the second from?”
I hesitated for a moment, something she immediately picked up and now she was REALLY interested in whereas I think until I gave myself away it was more idle curiosity. I could’ve told her most anything had I answered right away but now she knew me well enough to figure out that it must be something more personal. Oh well, what could it hurt?
“Well, that was Sharon telling me she would be hiding at home to watch us,” I blurted out, figuring best to just get it out and over with.
“Sharon? You mean his sister Sharon?… she watches you two having sex?”
I couldn’t tell for sure if she was curious, surprised or chocked. My mom and I had never really discussed incest, except maybe in a clinical way like after something would come up in the news so I had no idea how she felt about the subject. Since we’d never talked about it I had to assume it wasn’t something she was all that interested in or maybe it was something that bothered her to talk about.
“She just watches us Mom… it’s not like she joins in or anything weird like that.”
“But still… does Steve know his sister is watching?”
“Oh heavens no!” I replied quickly, “Trust me, he’s not interested in her at all.”
“OK, I don’t see any harm either way… I was just wondering is all.”
I kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. My mom was so wonderful! How many other moms would encourage their eighteen year-old daughter to go off and let their boyfriend screw them – and then say it was Ok for his sister to watch?