Chapter 2 - An easy 300 Dollars...

After Nick got home he put the money he earned in an envelope and left it on the kitchen counter for his mom to find when she got back from work, then spent the rest of the night polishing off his homework. 

He’d been working for over an hour when his phone buzzed. It was text message from a number he didn’t recognize. When he opened it however he knew instantly what it was. “Hey Nick, Joanne gave me your number. I’m Ofelia. She said I could message you if were ever looking for a good time.” There was an attachment below with a video file inside. His eyes widened as it opened. The video featured a lithe bodied Latina bent over in front of the camera. She stepped back revealing the entirety of her naked body, before posing erotically and running her fingers down her torso. She had an impressively slender figure, which made her look remarkably nubile, though if she knew Joanne she was probably in her late thirties at the youngest. Uncapping a little bottle of oil she poured the clear liquid into her hands then began to lather it over every inch of her pale white skin. Once she was glistening from head to toe she stepped out of frame to return a moment later with a rather massive dildo which she propped up on a large wooden chest at the edge of her bed. After climbing into position she squatted down on it taking in the whole thing effortlessly. 

He was still watching when he got another message, “My husband doesn’t notice me anymore. Think you could come over and help me out? I’d be willing to offer you three hundred for it.” 

Nick snickered, and replied, “You know it. Just say where, and when.”

She replied quickly, “Friday…” followed by her address. As he studied the address however the street name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it at the moment. He stopped and pondered, when suddenly he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He whipped open the message from Nina and realized the two addresses were the same. 

“Ofelia’s her mother…” He said putting his head in his hand. In that moment his world felt coincidentally small. He panicked silently for a minute before his rational brain turned back on. “Wait- wait! There’s no way she’d ask me over when Nina was home. That would be way too risky. Besides she’s got to know I go to the same school as her daughter… Whatever. There’s no way I’m passing up an easy three hundred bucks.” He exhaled sharply through his nose, and gulped, “Alright. I’ll be there.” He confirmed. He thought that would be the end of it when suddenly he got a flurry of additional messages. 

“Excellent. Listen- I have some specific things I’m into. I have some videos of things I like could you watch them before you come over? I’ll email them to you.” He exchanged his contact information and turned on his computer thereafter. She sent him four videos, all professional porn, though the sex they featured was less freaky than he feared it would have been. Most of the videos featured older women with younger men, which didn’t surprise him either, in addition to a bit of runofthemill positions. Likewise he noticed all the positions featured the missionary position at some point, so he figured she was really into that. 

Nick tended to watch a lot of porn. Way more than the average guy his age would have. Since he didn’t have many friends, and wasn’t doing sports at that time of year when he was done with work he often had several hours of free time, especially during the weekend. Likewise his sexual appetite was pretty robust. It wasn’t unheard of for him to spend an entire Sunday just watching porn, and jerking off. Hence why the content of the videos didn’t exactly shock him. Furthermore his tastes were pretty adventurous. He’d started getting more into kink lately. 

He was still watching porn when suddenly the bedroom door opened from behind him, “Hey Nick!” His mom greeted before suddenly freezing with her hand still on the door handle. He stared back also frozen like a deer in the headlights. 

“Uh…” He stammered dumbly. He looked back at his computer the video was still playing. With Olympian speed he slapped the laptop closed. “At least I didn’t have my cock out.” he thought to himself.  

She looked equally startled, and turned pink with embarrassment. “S-sorry!” She bleated before suddenly slamming the door shut and walking away. 

The teen sighed. He’d had a couple of close calls before but he’d never been caught like that. Waves of guilt crashed over him. He didn’t know whether he should go out and apologize, just stay in his room, or just carry on like nothing happened. 

A couple minutes passed when he heard a knock at the door. His mother’s announced apprehensively, “T-there’s food downstairs. Um just comedown whenever. No rush or anything.” 

He squirmed in his skin, and slammed his head on the desk. “OKAY.” he yelled back. Once he heard her walk down stairs he decided to kill a little time, so he went on the net and browsed through some internet forums for a while. He might have done that for the rest of the night if his stomach hadn’t started growling. He hoped she’d already gone to bed. 

As he headed down stairs he saw his mom reading a book at the dining table, occasionally forking small bites of salad into his mouth. She glanced up when he entered, then cleared her throat and looked down at her book, before carrying on like everything was normal. “Hey Nick, how was school?” 

Relieved, he breathed easier, and grabbed some food too. “You know- pretty much the usual. We’re kinda just coasting along at this point. People are sending in college admissions letters, and so on.” 

His mom beamed, “Oh really!? Already! Gosh I remember the day you first started high school. It really does fly by so quickly. Have you thought about where you want to go yet?” 

“I think community college first, then once I finish my general education I can worry about going to a university. The counselor at school told me that was the best way to save money too.”  

His mom furrowed her brow, “You don’t have to worry about the money! I want you to go to a good school!” 

He knew it was natural for a parent to want something like that, but in light their situation that was a little ironic. They lived in a dilapidated bungalow, which they rented. It was not a nice place- the neighborhood was dangerous at night, there were a couple of abandoned homes in his block, and their own house had a leaky roof, and mold in the basement. He wanted better for his mom, even if it meant he had to make sacrifices. 

“Oh hey-” she continued. “I saw the envelope. I appreciate your contribution. Now we won’t have to worry about the electric bill, or groceries. Still I don’t want you to worry about stuff like this all the time. There’s no shortage of work at the hospital.”  

Nick frowned. “Well yeah but…” he trailed off for a moment. “You already work so much. There are days where you’re already gone in the  morning, and not home until late at night after I’ve gone to bed. If you didn’t have to work so much I’d be able to see you more.” 

She was taken aback, and put down her book. She looked wrought with worry, and placed her head in her hand. “I-” she said softly. “Oh Nicky I didn’t realize that was why you’re always helpin’!” She started sounding really upset, “I’m so sorry baby! I know i’m not the best mother in the world but I only wanted to give you the best life I could!” Her words panged with guilt. 

He got up out of his chair and placed his hand on her back, “Wow Mom- it’s okay!” he assured. “I know you’re doing your best. I’ve always known that! I don’t know anyone who works as hard as you do. You’ve never done any wrong in my eyes.”

She looked up with misty eyes and a shaky lip. “Thanks Nicky.” She said before leaning in and giving him a firm hug. It was kind of a weird angle. She was sitting he was standing, hunched over beside her. Her tits pressed into his chest, and deformed against it. He noticed how soft and supple they felt. Suddenly he found himself blushing. “What the fuck!?” He thought to himself, before finally breaking away and sitting back down to finish his food. 

She sat, and he ate in silence for a moment. “Uhm- Say Nick i’m sorry about earlier.” 

He gulped down a piece of lettuce he should have chewed more prematurely, and inadvertently coughed. “W-what? Oh yeah d-don’t worry about it.” 

She looked aside. “I’ll be sure to knock next time. Besides it’s only natural for boys your age to be into that kinda stuff. I was fooling around when I was younger than you are now after all.” 

He averted his eyes. Too embarrassed to say anything. “Does she really want to talk about this?” He asked himself. 

“Say Nick do you have a girlfriend or anything?” She asked innocently enough. 

He wasn’t sure why she’d bring something like that up. He thought about Joanne for a second but knew what they did together certainly didn’t count as a proper relationship. “No not really.” He replied. 

His mom smiled, “Not really? That’s kinda non-committal.” 

His eye twitched. “Jeez- get a load of detective Susy over here.” he thought to himself. “I mean I don’t have one.” He reassured more firmly. 

She rested her chin on her palm, “So maybe there’s someone you like then, huh?” she prodded. 

Images of people raced before his mind. To his surprise the first person he thought of was Nina. He shook his head a little like he were trying to shake that image. “No I definitely shouldn’t think about her that way she’s trouble.” He decided internally. The dirty video of Ophelia ran through his mind as well, making his heart race a little, but couldn’t have counted either. “Nah- that’s just someone new and exciting he reasoned.” The last image that came into his mind was his own mother, Susy. He panicked, and literally shook his head rapidly to try and derail that train of thought. “NO NO NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. I CAN’T BE THINKING THIS. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN.” He tried to meet her eyes but she was leaning forward. He realized form the angle he could see down the front of her scrubs at those wondrous plump tits of hers. He could even make out that she was wearing a white bra underneath. 

Snapping back to reality he replied firmly. “Nope. There’s no one in particular.” 

She smirked smugly. 

He felt like he was about to break out into a sweat, “Can she tell I was lying? Oh god did she see me looking at her?” 

She got up and took her empty plate to the sink, “Don’t worry hon- it’s a mother’s duty to be nosy. Just remember always use protection. I don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.” 

He groaned. “Of course Mom, I know that. This isn’t the nineteen eighties everyone knows how to use a condom now. Hold on- are you talking about me? I’m the mistake!?” 

She snickered, and turned around to pinch his cheek, “No baby- you’re my happy little accident! Big difference!” 

“Thanks Bob Ross.” he rebutted wryly. 

She laughed. “My gosh you look SO much like your father when you make that face.” 

Nick looked startled. She never talked about his father. “Wait what? Really?” 

She confirmed it. “Yep. I used to tease him and he’d make a face just like that. I swear you’re a spitting image of him. Or at least how he was when I knew him. He’s probably bald and fat now. Ugh- but who am I kidding, I’m no spring chicken either anymore.” she said before pinching a little bit of belly fat. 

The teen disagreed, “I don’t know you’re in pretty good shape for your age…” He muttered. Truth was she was in excellent shape, she was just being hard on herself. She had a perfect hourglass figure. He knew patients often tried to flirt with her at work, because she complained about the crass one’s to him. He decided to change the subject before he got sucked into checking her out again. “What was Dad like?” 

His mother thought about it for a second, “You don’t have to call him dad. His name was Marco. He was kinda… I don’t know, charming I guess. It’s stupid. He was in a rock band, one of those shitty early two thousands bands. I was kind of a scene kid back then. I just loved the way he looked when he played, and ended up getting a little crush on him. He was thinner than you, but had the same hair, except swept to one side. He was about as tall as you are too, and played guitar. I met him through a mutual friend, and we ended up dating. It lasted a couple months before I ended up getting knocked up. When I told him about it though he split. I haven’t heard from him since.” She turned around and touched Nick’s cheek. “It’s eerie how alike you two look. I swear I still think of you as that little munchkin running in circles around the living room. You’re like a whole different person now…” She flicked his nose, “So why’d you have to grow up on me all the sudden huh? I was just getting a handle on you being a kid.” 

Rubbing his nose he decided to call things there. “I should probably get to bed. It’s still a school night.”

She smiled, “So responsible.Alright then, go on. Leave the plate I’ll take care of it.” 

“Okay. G’night Mom.” 

“Goodnight Nick.”

And with that he was up the stairs and off to bed. True to his word. 


The next morning, and subsequent school day clicked by slowly. Nick was on pins and needles the whole day. He wasn’t sure whether he should talk to Nina, or not, about whether she’d be at her house that afternoon because he didn’t want to chance accidentally running into her there. At the same time he didn’t want to sound suspicious by being overly nosy. He’d almost made it the whole day without out seeing her until five minutes after the ending bell sounded, and he thought he was safe. He was already heading to the bus stop when she walked out from behind a corner near the front steps. 

“Heyyy Nick!” She cooed. 

He accidentally jumped when she popped out, like an ambushed animal. “Ugh!?” he blurted out loud, doubling back. “I mean- hey Nina what’s up?” 

She laughed, “Aren’t you a nervous nelly?” She prodded sarcastically. “Where ya headed?” 

It was deception time again. “Oh I’m off to work.” That was the best answer. It was perfectly half true. “What about you?” He returned, glad the opportunity arose for him to ascertain her whereabouts. 

She smiled coyly and touched her long slender digit to her lips, displaying a black painted fingernail at its summit, “Can you keep a secret?” 

“You kidding? All I do is keep secrets.” He assured. 

She leaned in and whispered, “Me, and the girls, were gonna go smoke. You want to join us?” 

If he were a computer there would have been a loading message on his face. He nodded and smiled like he understood. “Cigarettes?” He replied with confused surprise. 

Nina deadpanned, “You’re kidding right? Yeah. I a regular smoker am going to make a special occasion of something I do all the fucking time.” She replied flatly before giving him a soft punch on the arm, “NO! I’m talking about weed you dummy, get with the program!” 

He’d never smoked weed before, nor did he really see the appeal. Frankly he didn't really enjoy being drunk either, which he’d accidentally experienced once. Being inebriated just felt kind of annoying for him. He decided to level with her, “You know- if I’m being honest, I’ve never tried it before, and I’m actually in a little bit of a rush to get to work, but I appreciate the offer. Maybe we could this Saturday?” 

She tilted her head slightly and smiled, “You’ve never tried? Jeez nicky I didn’t realize you were such a little goodie boy! But yeah! I’m totally down. Come by on Saturday- I’d be happy to break your smoking cherry.” She grinned. 

He smiled back, blushing. “Cool. I was worried you’d trip about it. I just didn’t want you to think I was like- a dork or something.” 

She scoffed, “Please Nick- I DO think you’re a dork, but like a cool dork. So yeah- don’t sweat it. Alright- I’ll let you get going. Catch you Saturday!”

He agreed and departed for the bus. As he walked away however she kept watching him, innocently. However as she watched him go she realized he was getting on a different bus route than the one he used to get to school which was curious. Once he was on however she shrugged, and took off to meet up with her crew. 

The bus route didn’t take him directly to his destination this time. No- it seemed their neighborhood was too posh for city bus stops. He got off a few blocks away from the address walked toward it. After about ten minutes he turned down a nondescript tree lined residential street and started up a hill. Spotting the number of the home on the sidewalk he stepped back and took in the whole view. Her house was huge, on the top of a small hillock, with a large wrought iron gate around it, and a long winding driveway. It looked like a mansion from a spy movie or a presidential palace. He’d been impressed with Joanne’s swanky upper middle class pad but this was a whole other level. 

“What the fuuuck!?” he sighed, hardly believing his eyes. 

Spotting a buzz box by the gate he walked over, and pushed it. “Uhm Ophelia? This is Nick.” was all he said, unsure of who was answering on the other side. There came no reply, but the gate beeped and opened mechanically for him via remote. He gulped and walked up the massive sloping driveway. Large columns and a marble foyer marked the entrance. The front door was unlocked. “Who the fuck is she married too? Julius Cesar!?” He mumbled to himself as he stepped inside. No sooner than he crossed the threshold her heard the soft high pitch tone of Ophelia's voice.

“You came!?” She exclaimed while striding down the steps. 

Nick raised an eyebrow, “You thought I wouldn’t?” 

She answered him by pouncing on him. She flung her arms around him before he’d even shut the door, and planted her lips onto his. He let out a muffled groan as their lips met, but reflexively reciprocated the embrace. She was looking just as hot as she had in the little video she’d sent him. She was wearing a sky blue crop top with fringe on the shoulders, and skin tight blue jeans that stopped above her ankles, really showing off the slender shape of her legs, and the sweet perky bump of her bum. Bringing his arms around her he wrapped her up, and slid one hand down her back to grab her butt. 

She moaned audibly, “Ugh- I’ve been so pent up I feel like I’m losing my mind.” 

“No kidding.” Nick thought to himself, but answered with a more seductive, “Let me help you.” 

She was light in his arms. Her thin arms, and slender torso gave her the appearance of a woman in her late twenties rather than her mid forties.He decided to make a bold move. Clutching her tight he ducked one arm under her legs and scooped her up bridal style. She gasped and beamed, before reaching out to stroke his chest. 

“Oh my god, yes!” She fawned. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asked while looking into her eyes, evoking a deeply passionate feeling between them. 

She pointed and he followed, carrying her up the front steps and down the hall to an open door into her bedroom. The interior there looked nice, but somewhat sterile, something he planned on changing. Their bed sheets were white, as was most of the decor. There were family photos everywhere, and even a little wooden cross above the door, but somehow none of it felt authentic.It was as if someone were trying to project an aura of purity onto the room, and thus its inhabitants, but Ophelia’s reactions demonstrated what was really going on. Maybe that was a side of her, he reasoned. The pure, chaste, faithful housewife but one can only bottle up their desires for so long. Now they were coming bursting out before his eyes. There was a well made king side bed in the middle of the room with a black trunk sitting on it. Nick already suspected he could guess what it’s contents were. 

He dropped her on the mattress, and shoved the box aside, hearing the dildos, and vibrators therein clunk, and thud as he moved it, confirming his suspicions about it. He grabbed at her pants and unbuttoned them in a hurry, yanking them down her thighs with urgency. She was already breathing hard, her chest visibly heaving with every breath. Once he got her bottoms off he balled them up and threw them aside in a heap, then shed his sweater, and shirt with equal haste. He climbed up on top of her to kiss her once more, then after their lips lingered together for a long moment before retracted then smooched her once more a little lower down. He targeted the soft flesh of her neck making her body writhe upon contact. He continued, first the collar bone, then her breasts, he he reached for and fondled with a hungry grasp. 

Like everything about her they were petite, he guessed about a B-cup. He squeezed either with his fingers for a moment before he lowered her head onto her right breast and protruded his tongue to lap it against her nipple. His opposite hand pinched the one on her right side, and within seconds both turned stiff, and erect. She hawed, as he touched her, “O- Oh my god! Mmh I’m sensitive there!” He glanced up, unsure if she meant that as a warning to him, of it was simply an exclamation of her own surprise. Her eyes were closed, and her expression placid, thus he deemed it the later. Keeping his gaze upon her eyes he egged her on, “Mmh- it feels so much better having someone else do it to you doesn’t it Ophelia?”

She gasped, and writhed her hips, sinking one hand low to touch herself. “Yes! Oh god yes it does!” He was about to get back too it when she confessed, “I’m so wet for you!”

He reached down and touched her there to find her hairless snatch already sopping with sexual fluids. His eyebrow raised with surprise. Usually it was the woman telling the man to slow down, but it seemed he’d be struggling to keep pace with her the whole time. He decided to pick up the pace with the foreplay. He have her nips one last pinch and twist, making her squeal, before diving down between her thighs and thrusting her legs open. Situating his hands behind her knees he pushed them up towards her chest, and pinned them there. She held hold them a moment later freeing his hands to explore her further. Without hesitation he protruded his tongue and dragged it up the length of her slit, swirling it upon her visibly swollen clit. Ironically it was actually easily noticeable- the one seemingly non-petite feature on her body, not that he was complaining. She lifted her head to leer down at him with her mouth open, gawking as she went. “O-oh my god!” she exalted. One of her hands grabbed him by his blond locks, tussling them, before pushing his face down harder onto her cunt. Nick loved how eager she was. It was infectious.He licked harder and faster, probing his tongue into her before fanning the tip as he rose and descended. Her juices ran down his chin like he’d bitten into an overripe pair. His pallet, and senses were inundated with a powerful smell of sweat, and carnal desire, intoxicating him. He’d planned on fingering her but he felt so excited he decided to forgo it. His rock hard cock was pressing against the fabric of his slacks painfully desperate to escape. 

Shedding the last of his clothes he climbed onto bed, and mounted her, looking down into her eyes from the missionary position. She closed her eyes, and clung to him. “Yes! I’m ready! Take me!” She begged.

He nodded, but then in the corner of his eye he spotted the black box again, and got a deviant idea. Flipping the latch on it he opened to reveal a treasure trove of sex toys. She had probably a dozen different kind of dildos, large and small, and a myriad of vibrators. One of those in particular stood out though. It was a black hand held hitachi style Japanese massager with multiple settings. “Fuck yeah.” He whispered to himself. Mounting her once more he pressed his cock against her opening, and touched the inactive vibrator to her clit. 

She commented, “What are you doing? We’re together I don’t need to use-” 

He interrupted her by sliding his cock deep into her pussy. She grunted gutterally and threw her head back against the pillows. Her cheeks went from pinkish to deep crimson, and her eyes rolled up into her skull until there was nothing but white visible for a moment. A few rogue tears streamed from the corner of her eyes, making nick pause. 

“Are you alright!?” He asked, freaking out a little. 

She nodded rapidly. “Yesyesyes! I’m fine! It just- Oh my word it’s so good!” 

Nick breathed a sigh of relief before leaning in to kiss her, which evidently she appreciated as she wrapped her hands over his shoulders. When they broke the kiss he whispered, “Alright- I’m starting.” And with that he was off to the races. She was already so wet her pussy squelched, and gurgled with even the slightest movement. His cock glided in and out of her effortlessly. Likewise she was tight or a woman who’d had a child. Granted he didn’t have much frame of reference but he’d read that having children can make a noticeable difference when it came to that sort of thing. Likewise her pussy’s strength and elasticity blew him away. Despite her only barely being above five feet tall she could take his whole cock all the way to the root, something Joanne couldn't’ manage. Furthermore when he shoved it all the way in he could see his tip bulging up in her flat lower abdomen. They’d been at it for too or three minutes when suddenly she dug her nails into his back, making him grimace.

“Eeeh! Oh! Mmmh- like that! Like that!” She said before clenching, and cumming all over his thick veiny cock. He slowed but didn’t stop allowing her to catch her breath. 

“You want some more?” He asked, feeling quite studly as he posed it. 

She wiped her eyes, and nodded yes.

“Now the fun really begins.” He assured, clicking on the vibrator. She suddenly jolted, bridging her back up from the bed and gripped the sheets, as tremors started to rock her whole body. Grinning nick thrust harder and pinned her down with one hand. Her moans went higher, turning into high pitched cries of pure mind numb ecstasy. “AAAH- AAAH-” It honestly hurt his ears a little. To silence her he reached up and stuck his thumb in her mouth. She writhed her head around obliviously, unaware of what he was doing it. He reached up and grabbed her by the back of the head, bringing his face close to hers before whispering, “Suck on it.” Apprehensive she complied, touching it first with her tongue, then wrapping her lips around it. Within seconds she was moaning, and bobbing her head eagerly sucking on it like her own personal pacifier.
With her firmly under his grasp he gave it too her as hard as he could, enjoying himself as he did so. HIs balls slapped against her ass while he fucked her. The sounds of moist squelching mixed with squeaking bed springs, and body slaps. Using the vibrator while he fucked her was a new experience as well. He could feel the vibrations throughout her whole cunt, and they stimulated too. It had him sweating, and breathing like he’d just done a hundred meter dash. 

He fucked her there for a couple more minutes when her eyes rolled back again, and she clung to him with hands and feet. He delivered a few more deep thrusts, and felt her pussy spasm around his cock once more, her second orgasm. Truth was he was getting pretty close, but he wanted to give her money’s worth in hopes of earning her “business” regularly. At last switching off the vibrator he pulled back and turned her over. She lay on her tummy weaky for a moment still having the residual feel of her last orgasm washing over her. Scooping her up in his arms he moved her over on the bed by the edge, and placed one of her hands on the end board, which she grabbed onto, and used to prop herself up. A minute later was leaning against it outright, poking her ass back at him. 

“Please more! More!” She urged. 

He didn’t hesitate. From behind he slid his cock inside and buried it in her. She squirmed, and bowed, slouching for a moment as she adjusted to his immense size, and gripped the wooden bed end, like a life preserver. She couldn’t speak- but he knew what she wanted. With an eager grasp he reached out and grabbed her by her short black hair and clenched the thickest clump her could get ahold of. Pulling her head back he forced her eyes toward the ceiling. They watered more, smearing her mascara, leaving running in thin dark strands down her cheeks. 

“Oh god! I love it! I love it!” she exclaimed between bated breathed. 

Zealously, he replied, “Yeah you do. Work it.” Then slapped her on her ass with gusto. She spazzed hard, visibly shivering from head to toe. Her mouth gaped but no noise came out. Nick suddenly felt nervous- wondering if he’d done it to hard. 

She responded by raising pulling her hips forward then throwing her weight back on his pelves as hard as she cock ramming his cock into her. He groaned, craning head, feeling the inner wall of her pussy slam against his tip stimulating it tremendously. Nick cursed under his breath. I she kept it up like that he’d blow his load in no time. She cried out in a manic voice, “Again! AGAIN!” 

He furrowed his brow, wiped some sweat away, and delivered a sharp double swat. First on the left thigh. “FWAP!” then on the right, “F W A P!” Her ass glowed red with marks perfectly shaped like his palms.

She cried out in pain, and glee, “AAAAYe- yes!” 

Nick too the hint and kept going releasing her hair he grabbed her by the hip for the best possible purchase, and fucked her like a wild man, spanking her nonstop while she did it. They fell upon her like rain in a hurricane, “FWAPFWAPFWAPFWAP!” 

She drooled and brayed animalistically, her cunt clenching and wriggling on him non stop as she was rocked by her third, and most powerful yet, orgasm. Something about feeling her cum on him tickled his cock in an unusual way. He’d been close for a while- right on the cusp, but that little tickle was enough to push him over the edge in a big way. He was fucking her so hard he didn’t even think to pull out. Gritting his teeth like a dead lifter hauling a ton of weight he thrust as deep as she could take it and let it all burst out flooding her velvety hole with his spunk. Instantly she overflowed. Thick globs of semen spilled from her onto the sheets below. He spurted, and spurted, seemingly cumming for several seconds straight like a hose inside of her. When he’d finally gotten out the last drop she pulled forward suddenly, to his surprise, and the rest of it came tumbling out onto the bed, and down her thighs. 

“There’s so much!” She whispered, slightly awed by it. Exhausted she flopped over on her side again, then rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling.

He lay down beside her, and reached out for her hand. “Are you okay? Did you enjoy yourself?” 

She said nothing for a while, which alarmed nick, but after a long tense silence she looked into his eyes and replied, “Yes. I did enjoy myself.” With an oddly serious tone. 

“What’s her deal?” Nick asked himself. It was like she was growing a new personality as soon as her sex drive deflated. 

A bit later she got up from the bed, staggering as her feet touched the floor, her knees trembling continuously. She walked over to a dresser on the other side of the room, and removed an envelope which she placed on the bed for him without a word. 

Still nervous he pried, “Are you okay?”

She appeared lost in thought, but returned to the present for his question. “Yes. I think so. I’m contemplating all this.” 

Nick took the cash but didn’t drop it, “What do you mean?”  

She waved but eventually continued, “Well- I’m conflicted. I did enjoy it, but I’ve also sinned.” 

The teen raised an eyebrow. “Oh shit she really is like super religious!?” He thought to himself.

She continued explaining, “You see- I called you over because I was sexually frustrated. Joanne had mentioned some of the things you did together while we were hanging out. On one hand I felt that was wrong, because I was taught sex was to create children, while on the other hand it sounded exciting. My husband and I haven’t had sex since Nina was born, Oh- that’s my daughter. I’m not sure you know her. Since then though we’ve grown apart. He doesn’t look at me like he used to. I wish he’d come onto me, but when I’m around… he just doesn’t seem interested.”

Nick had a lot to unpack there. “I’m so sorry.” He replied, trying to be sympathetic.

She shrugged, “Its okay. Thank you for the kind words though. I’ve prayed on this question a lot. You see- I also think my husband might be seeing other women. He travels often, and can be secretive sometimes. Sometimes he gets unusual text messages late at night. I’ve never read them, but I’ve always wondered. He’s very cautious with his internet search history as well.” 

The teen just sat and listened. 

Ophelia went further, “I’m going to a Christian Women’s retreat this weekend to help ask for guidance on this matter. I’m going to mention what happened here- and while I did enjoy myself I’m not sure when, or if I’ll ask you over again. I did just commit adultery after all, which is a very serious sin. So while- this was fun I feel I need to patch things up with my husband.” 

Curious nick asked, “Have you ever thought about divorce?”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t believe in it.” 

He understood. Just then something occurred to him, something he should have asked sooner, “Wait a minute- Ophelia, are you on birth control?” 

She squinted, “Oh- no. I don’t believe in that either. 

Nicks heart sank. “FUUUCK!” He screamed in his head. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. “I- but- I- we....” He stammered. “Ophelia I just came inside of you!? You could get pregnant!?” 

She shrugged, “If it’s meant to be it’s meant to be. It’s all part of god’s plan.”

He screamed in his head again. “Er- but…” He tried to say something, anything, but he didn’t even know where to begin. His whole world was turning upside down. 

She reached out and touched his arm, “Listen don’t worry. I’m getting older. It’s harder for me to get pregnant. And… Who know maybe if I were pregnant again my husband would get involved again. If I do get pregnant I’ll say it’s his.” 

He turned pale. “What!? How!?” 

She nodded, “Yeah- I’ll just say it’s his. It shouldn’t be a problem. I feel like this has renewed me in a strange way, even if It was technically a sin. Besides you two actually sort of look alike.” 

Nick felt like he was going to be sick. 

While he was still frozen in place, she smiled, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “Don’t worry. Everything will sort itself out. Here…” she put the envelope directly in his hand. “You’ve earned this. If you’d excuse me- I need to start packing for my trip.” 

The teen took the money, and got off the bed. He felt like everything was moving at a million miles a minute around him. He could have just made the biggest mistake of his whole life. Ophelia walked out of the room, and he slowly started putting his clothes on. In a haze he idly wandered over to the pictures on her desk and looked at them. There was one of her husband standing all by himself, sitting on a rock in a park. Nick stared at it intently. She was right. They did look alike. Eerily alike. “Weird…” he mumbled out loud. The man was tall, and heavyset, bearded with a sizable bald spot on top, but the facial structure, the eye color, and hair color were all quite similar. The longer he stared at it the more similar he seemed. Nick could even contrast it against his own reflection in the glass. It haunted him, almost as much as everything Ophelia had just told him did. He looked back over his shoulder and grabbed the picture removing it from the frame. “Hopefully she won’t notice.” he muttered to himself. He was just about to leave when Ophelia ran back in. 

“Nick wait! Don’t go out there!” She said frantically. 

He froze. “Now what!?” He thought, wondering how this moment could possibly get any worse. 

“Nina just got home. I- I think it’s best if she didn’t see you here. Could you wait here, and go out the back door?” She requested anxiously. 

“This is it. It’s the end. I’m fucked.” Nick thought to himself, but replied, “Uh sure!” With that Ophelia left to distract Nina. 

Nick grabbed his bag and peeked out he hall. He didn’t know his way around the house. He’d have to be careful. 

He heard Ophelia walking down the main steps, “Hey Nina welcome home- Ugh what are wearing? Why do you insist on putting on all that dreadful makeup! You’re a pretty girl couldn’t you wear something a little less… Dark?”  

Nina groaned and rebutted, “Ugh why do you care? It’s just like- a style… What’s up with your hair?” 

Nick peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Ophelia smoothed out her hair in a hurry. “Oh it’s nothing!” She lied unconvincingly. “It must have just gotten a little tussled is all.” 

Nina raised an eyebrow, “You’ve got major bed head- were you napping or something?” She paused and sniffed, “And you smell kinda… sweaty.” 

Ophelia waved her hand dismissively, “Oh no I was just moving some bags around, I guess I over exerted myself. Why don’t you go wash off that make up, and i’ll get started on dinner hm?” 

Nina shrugged, Sure whatever, and stared up the stairs. Nick darted away- to avoid being seen as she ascended, inadvertently making a floorboard creak underfoot. The goth stopped and looked at her mother, “What was that!?” 

Ophelia reached out like she was about to stop her but hesitated, “Oh um probably just the cat… Why don’t you wash up down here? We can watch TV together?” 

Nina raised an eyebrow, “Why are you being all weird?” She asked ironically considering she was still high as a kite.  

Ophelia laughed mechanically, “Oh what me, weird? Don’t be silly!” 

Nina sighed and started walking. Nick panicked. He couldn’t cross the hall or she’d see him. There were three doors, the one he’d came form, one across from it, and one down the hall. He panicked, and in his haste rushed to try the other doors. The one across the hall led into the bathroom. It had a window on it but it overlooked a big drop onto a hard stone patio below. If he jumped he could break an ankle, and he’d definitely be overheard.  He cursed, and sprinted for the other door. Throwing it open he was shocked to find it was wall to wal garish hot pink, with kiddish decor like something you’d expect from an elementary or middle-schooler. “What the fuck!? Is this Nina’s room?” He muttered to himself in disbelief. Seemed her parents still had a say in how she decorated. “No wonder she was so into the goth getup,” he reasoned. She was still getting closer. He darted inside. Her window also exited on the second floor but if he climbed out he could get onto the roof, and slide down the side, to jump down from a safer level. It was his last, best, and only option. “FUCK!” he exclaimed under his breath, trying to mess with the lock on the window. It was too late though she was right around the corner. His heart raced. There was no way he could get it open in time. With nothing else to do he tossed his pack under her bed and dove in there after, miraculously without making a sound. He covered his mouth to stifle the sound of his breathing, and looked out. A second later Nina walked in and shut the door behind her. “Son of a bitch.” He cursed in his head. He figured he’d have to wait until she left, or fell asleep, then sneak out the front door. He was running other exit strategies in his mind when suddenly he saw her kick off her shoes, and throw off her sweater. Her skirt fell to the floor after that. He cringed. “Oh no!?” He she caught him his reputation was as good as dead. He’d look like a total creep, stalker, and now he could add a peeping tom to that list. “How could this possibly get worse?” He thought. Then like magic it got worse. From the side of his head he heard a low dull, “MREOW.” He turned slowly to see a fat tabby cat sitting beside him under the bed. It had been there the whole time without him noticing. Nick was allergic to cats. Further to his dismay the creature seemed quite affectionate. Crawling over it rubbed it’s flank right up on his unguarded face, instantly making his nose tingle like hell, and his eyes water. He held his breath. “Don’t sneeze! Don’t sneeze!” He told himself desperately. 

“Oscar!?” Came Nina's voice from atop the bed. “C’mere bud.” 

That was it he was fucked. She’d looked down and see him. He writhed away from the edge of the bed getting as far back as she could. Nina got up and stuck her hands under the bed without looking feeling around for her pet. The teen squirmed and wiggled to avoid her pawing hands, then eventually reached out and pushed the plump feline toward her, before she could touch him. The cat let out one last deep, “Mreow?” As nick pushed it into Nina’s hands. 

“What are you doing under there silly? Hiding again? Come here- lets get you some kibble. She said before opening the door, and stepping outside.

As soon as she was out Nick took the split second threw his bag out form under the bed and clawed out into the open like a zombie digging out of a shallow grave. He gasped, having held his breath nearly the entire time. “BHUAAAH!” He hurled the window open and chucked his bag onto the roof, which land with a thud and slid down before falling off the side. He stuck his leg out, barely situating it onto a narrow ledge. From behind him he could hear Nina walking back toward him. 

“Just a second!” She yellowed to her mom down stairs.

He threw his other leg out, and pushed out, jumping for the adjacent section of roof with all his might. He flew through the air and crashed shoulder first into it hard, then started sliding down at high speed. He flung off the side and fell from one stories high landing on the grass lawn of the back yard with a thud. He staggered to his feet and grabbed his bag. His eyes were red, and watery, and he couldn’t stop sneezing hysterically. Worse he could already barely breath from the fall knocking the wind out of him. Despite that he scrambled to his feet and dashed around the other side of the house out of view from Nina’s room. Ophelia watched him land from where she stood in the kitchen, and waved for him to keep going, which he did. In an instant he was out the back gate, running full speed down the long windy driveway. In one last feat of athleticism he tossed his bag again over the wrought iron fence, and climbed up on it. The top was covered in long metal spikes. Hoisting himself up and over he barely made it over the other side, but as he jumped down the back of his sweater snagged on it, tearing a long sharp slash through it as he fell. He hit the ground, and rolled, still sneezing, but was at last home free. 

He stood there with his hands on his thighs, catching his breath. “Fucking hell…” He exclaimed. Producing the envelope form his pocket he counted the contents, and sighed. “That’s the hardest three hundred dollars I’ve ever earned.”  He muttered. Still glad to finally have escaped he put it in his backpack, and tied his shredded sweater around his waist before sauntering all the way back to the bus stop, sneezing all the way, to go home, and finish his homework. 

 