RACHEL 8 (fm:older women/men, 3148 words) [8/15] show all parts | |||
Author: kinkdude | |||
Added: Dec 30 2007 | Views / Reads: 1333 / 1142 [86%] | Part vote: 9.50 (2 votes) | |
Rachel makes a confession. What will be its outcome? | |||
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It had been a long week which started on Sunday evening as I went through the usual interrogation by my mother. Believe me when I say the Spanish Inquisition is nothing to the grilling I received when I walked through the door; who was there, where did we go, what did we do, where did we stay; the woman was non stop; I know she's my mother, but enough was enough and I blew my top. I told there and then that I was now an adult and that I wished to be treated as such and not grilled like a murder suspect for information every time I stay out overnight. I may have overdone it, as she went off upstairs crying; I left her to it and went in the lounge. My dad was sat watching TV."Sorry dad, but I had to tell her and I couldn't think of a kinder way to do it", I said apologetically.
"Don't worry son, she'll get over it", he answered. Good old dad, nothing much seemed to faze him. He's my mum's opposite, laid back and wanting a quiet life. He was right though, she did get over the shock of being told to stop prying and even apologised; we'll just have to see how long it is before she returns to the questions. Anyway, I'm digressing; the week seemed to drag; I was missing Rachel and wanted to phone her, but couldn't, not from home anyway and I wasn't forking money out to use a public call box and before anyone mentions them, no one had mobile phones when all this was taking place. I just had to reminisce and try picturing her sat at her desk trying to keep her pussy from view. I was itching to go round to her home and see her, but ...
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