“Well, maybe.” He said with a sort of ‘aww shucks’ half smile. His expression turned pleading as he continued. “But Claire does need my help and I promised that I would make sure she got a good grade. It’ll take us half an hour to go to the store and back. I don’t want her to miss out on that much study time the day before the final.”
He looked into his room while he said it, and I looked around the door frame to see Claire had put her frumpy outfit back on and had cleaned up any signs of their earlier activities. Her bookbag was open on the bed and she was seated at Josh’s desk with a math book open in front of her.
“How about this then… Claire can stay here and keep studying while you run to the store. By the time you get back she’ll have found some problems she needs help with and you can assist her then.” I proposed. I leaned into his room and put Claire spot by saying, “That’s okay with you, right Claire?”
“Umm, sure.” She replied.
Josh looked torn, but couldn’t really argue with my logic. If she really did need to study as badly as he claimed, then he had no reason this arrangement wouldn’t work.
“Well, okay… I guess if you’re fine with it…” He said hesitantly, looking at his girlfriend.
She gave him a little nod and turned towards her open textbook.
“Great! It’s settled. I need you to run and grab another 32oz. bag of brown sugar. Don’t get the cheapo brand, but it doesn’t matter which one other than that.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in about a half hour, I guess.” He said, defeated. He grabbed his car keys and headed out the front door.
I walked back towards the kitchen, trying to decide the best way to go about this.
Maybe I should just expose my cock to her and hope she’s still gagging for it. Based on how wet she was before I interrupted them, her pussy must still be on fire and aching for some more action.
Maybe she’s going to masturbate in Josh’s room while he’s gone. That would be ideal, and I can just catch her and offer to help. I’d never rape the girl, but I’ll bet with a little persuasion she’d be willing to do anything I wanted.
I snuck back and peeked into the room one more time, but her nose was buried in her math book. Damn.
Should I confront Claire about what she was doing with my son, and more or less force her into performing for me? She was quiet and judging by the way he was treating her, sexually submissive. If I asserted dominance, she may very well give in to my desires.
My panties were soaking wet at this point, trying to decide what to do. And my clit was throbbing uncomfortably. Normally I jerk off in the shower in the morning so the pressure doesn’t build too much day to day, but I had an early playing lesson on the course and didn’t get the opportunity.
I stripped off my panties there in the kitchen, and lifted up skirt to watch. I “let go” of the muscle that keeps my clit from turning into a cock. That’s how I think of it. To me it feels like I always have to maintain a little bit of pressure to keep it subdued. Kind of like holding your head up, every day. You hardly notice the effort until you let your head lay down on a pillow and your neck is tired.