“Really?” I asked, although I already knew a couple of his best friends had the hots for me.
“They talked about you all the time,” he said.
“That must have been annoying,” I said.
“I got used to it,” he said. “Actually, I was rather proud of you.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” I said. “Since your father left, I haven’t felt very beautiful at all.”
“He’s a dumbass,” Jason said.
“Agreed,” I laughed as the phone rang. “Thanks, honey.”
“Any time,” he repeated his mantra, as I moved my feet off him and noticed him slyly adjusting his cock.
I answered my phone.
It was the hospital.
They were desperate to fill an evening shift.
Although I was tired, I figured I could use the overtime, so I agreed.
I told Jason I was going back to work for eleven tonight. Which meant I wouldn’t get off until seven in the morning.
We ate, I took a two-hour power nap, showered and headed back to work.
…..
The night shift usually consists of many long, uneventful hours interspersed with the odd period of extreme crisis. Tonight was incredibly slow, and I was on my phone reading twitter and checking out trips I could take (I do that a lot… check out locations I’ll likely never go to) when my phone buzzed, informing me someone was at my front door.
It was one-thirty in the morning.
Who could possibly be ringing my doorbell in the wee hours?
Curious, I clicked on the app and saw Abby, my next-door neighbour, a downright bitch, wearing a trench coat.
Weird.
A moment later the door opened, and I clicked to listen in on the conversation while keeping myself muted. Yes, if I wished, I could warn a burglar to skedaddle.
“Hey, slut,” Jason greeted her. “You’re late.”
No way.
“My daughter came home late, and I had to wait until she went to her room before I could sneak out,” Abby explained.
“She doesn’t know how big an ass whore her mother is?” Jason asked crudely.
“Please let me in,” Abby said, looking around as if someone might catch her in my doorway at one-thirty in the morning.
“Answer the question,” Jason ordered. I couldn’t see him, just her… but it was obvious he was enjoying humiliating her… and in so doing was also entertaining me.
I wondered how this encounter could possibly occur, although Jason had been her lawn boy last summer. No way had he banged her then, had he?
Abby was married to a guy fifteen years older than she, and I’m pretty sure had never worked a day in her life.
“Yes,” Abby replied sheepishly, so quiet I wasn’t sure I’d heard her.
“Yes, what?” Jason questioned.
“Yes, my daughter doesn’t know I’m an ass slut,” Abby admitted. “Now please let me in.”
“To do what?” Jason asked.
“To let you fuck any hole of mine you want while my husband snores in our bed,” Abby answered bluntly, her shame fading as my son’s dominant demeanor turned her on… which it was also doing to me.
Abby takes it in the ass… wow!
I mean she herself was an asshole, so it seemed appropriate for her to take it in the ass… she usually had a stick up it anyway.
I mean I too had taken it in the ass quite a lot when I was younger and wilder, but only a couple of times with my ex, since he thought it was dirty… although he liked doing it when he was drunk.