Cynthia was very good at compartmentalization. Her ability to remove things from her memory and seamlessly retain them whenever necessary was a valuable skill to have. And never was it more valuable than during a particularly awkward encounter.

In the days following the incident by the pool, Cynthia was able to carry on as normal. Despite seeing her stepson's best friend in the nude and discovering he had an immensely attractive side to him, she was able to move it to the far back of her mind and not allow it to consume her. Besides, she was busy enough with work and taking care of the house while Frank was gone on business. This was no big deal.

What also helped was the fact that she didn't see much of Kevin and his buddies as they went about their summer home from school. This made it easy for her to move on from the events of a few days earlier and go back to being herself.

However, with every rule there is always an exception. For Cynthia, that was when she was safely in her own bedroom with the door locked often late at night following her shift. This was when she enjoyed her alone time. At thirty-nine, her sexual libido never felt stronger. She almost always masturbated before bed, especially when sleeping alone. She had a whole range of sex toys to choose from, many of which were not unknown to her husband. In fact, they often used them together.

As she fetched her favorite one, a lifelike bright pink dildo about eight inches in length, she couldn't help but notice that Peter's cock was probably bigger. To Cynthia, she never imagined a real world phallus to outstretch her favorite masturbatory companion, but Peter seemed to do just that.

Compartmentalization was easily defeated once she made contact and instantly imagined the young man being the one to please her. She pictured what he looked like fully erect, having seen just a preview of that the other day. As a twenty year old, there was no doubt he could probably get hard as a rock and last much longer than an older man.

As she playfully thrusted the toy in and out, she happily moaned to herself with her eyes closed, picturing what it would be like to accept such a generously sized unit from Peter.

It was normally easy for Cynthia to cum alone. She knew what buttons to press and when. It was even easier when her mind drifted to her recently discovered favorite cock. Her imagination put her and Peter in many different scenarios, often culminating in him spraying her with what she fantasized to be a whole lot of cum.

After she reached orgasm, she tossed her toy aside and began to drift off to sleep. She instantly thought about other mundane things; work, finances, Kevin, and sometimes Frank. But Peter never made another appearance in her cluttered mind until the next night when it was time to have fun again.

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Cynthia was about to call it a night. It was ten o'clock, the house was empty and she was on her third glass of wine. That was usually a sign it was time to turn in. Besides, she was eagerly anticipating another powerful orgasm alone in her room.

That's when she heard the door open and voices coming in from the front of the house. Kevin was home.

"Oh hey Cynthia, I didn't think you'd be up," Kevin said as he entered the kitchen. Cynthia was sitting at the countertop reading a book. "Hi, honey," she said.

Behind Kevin, Charlie emerged... followed by Peter. "Hi Cynthia," said Charlie with a smile. He stopped calling her "Mrs." a few years back. Peter nodded solemnly.

"Where were you guys tonight?" Cynthia asked, very careful to be as normal as possible. This was the first time she saw Peter since the incident.

"O'reilly's. Then Charm. Then a bunch of other places," said Charlie. "We had a day."

"I'll say. I hope you Ubered," said Cynthia.

"Pshh. Of course we did," Kevin said as he tossed the others a beer. He then walked over and refilled Cynthia's wine glass for her.

"Thank you, honey. How do you guys even get into these places?" she asked as she took a sip of her Cabernet.

"No one cards in this town," Peter said as he took a seat at the kitchen counter. "They're just happy to have the business."

"Learn something new everyday I guess."

"Can we go outside and smoke a joint?" Kevin asked, although he was clearly at an age where he didn't really need her permission.

"Everyone's staying over?" she asked.

"Yup."

For some reason, Cynthia felt a tingle between her legs when Kevin answered that everyone would be staying. Of course, this had to do with Peter. The idea of him staying in her house with his big penis was slightly thrilling to her. But she kept cool. "Fine by me, guys. That is, only if you share!"

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"You ok dude?" Kevin asked, cracking up laughing. Charlie sat back in the lounge chair staring up at the night sky with a permanent grin on his face. The others knew this was his M.O. anytime he smoked. As a usually loud and comedic guy, he would often get very quiet and subdued when he got high. Tonight was no exception. "Huh?" he asked as he snapped out of it.

Kevin laughed even harder. "Go to bed dude. It's 1am."

Cynthia yawned as she covered her mouth. "Oh, my goodness. I should head to bed too. I didn't realize how late it was. You guys must be good company."

"Or just good weed," said Peter. Cynthia smiled and nodded as the two made prolonged eye contact for the first time all night.

"Alright," Kevin said as he leaned forward and slapped his thighs. "I'm hittin it."

The four of them trudged inside. Kevin went upstairs and Charlie headed for the basement. "You know where everything is down there guys, right?" Cynthia asked. They nodded. "Good night, guys!" she called out as she headed for her room down the hall. Once she got in, she couldn't wait to masturbate. She had been thinking about it all night long.

She grabbed her dildo and jumped into bed. Just as she went to turn off the light, she couldn't help but think about the back door. Was it locked? She always worried about that even though she normally remembered to lock it. Reluctantly, she headed for the kitchen to make sure.

Once she got there, she was surprised to see she had forgotten to lock it.

 she thought to herself. That's when she noticed him. Peter was still outside, drinking a beer under the stars. She opened the door.

"Everything ok?" she called out.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, thanks. I just wasn't ready to sleep just yet."

Cynthia paused a moment before grabbing her wine glass from the sink. She poured one for herself and headed out. "Can't let you sit here alone. You mind company?"

"Not at all, have a seat. It's so nice out."

"I'll say. I love it out here." She turned to Peter. "Hey, how's your leg?"

"It feels much better," he said as he placed his hand where the gash was. "Looks nasty but it's not painful."

"Oh, good. I'm glad. I fixed that stupid ladder the next day. I feel terrible."

"Don't be. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably still be bleeding out in the pool!"

Cynthia smiled as she looked at Peter. He was looking up at the sky. She glanced at his crotch and could definitely see a bulge. She thought about how it must be hard to conceal such a big penis most of the time. She wondered how after all these years, she never noticed it herself.

The two made small talk for a few minutes. Peter was surprisingly very easy to talk to. He wasn't awkward or shy. He always asked good questions. Cynthia found that charming and endearing. Then things took a turn.

"Sorry I got so weird the other day. I'm normally not like that," he said.

"Hmm?"

He turned to her. "Ya know, when you had to take my clothes off. I was acting like a doofus."

"Ohh, don't even worry about it. It's not everyday you're getting completely nude in front of your friend's stepmom!" she said.

Peter chuckled. "I think I've seen a few movies that start out like that!"

Cynthia snorted as she laughed. "Don't make me laugh when I'm drinking or I'm gonna stain my clothes!"

"Sorry," Peter said as he looked back up at the sky. "I'll go back to telling bad jokes."

Cynthia joined him by looking up. "Ya know, Peter. Charlie's always going on and on about his latest fling with the ladies, but I never hear about you. Are you seeing anyone these days?"

"Ugh," Peter sighed. "I'm in a dry spell."

"Oh no! I'm sorry. That happens to everyone though. You know that."

Peter turned to her. "I almost hooked up with this girl I was after for a little while."

"Yeah?" she asked, turning to him as well. "And?"

"She kinda ran out on me. Wasn't my proudest moment."

"On you? Lies! You're a sweetheart. What happened?" she asked.

Peter set the moment up beautifully. He craved the opportunity to talk about it with Cynthia. He sort of felt she would be open to talking about it as well.

"Well, we were kissing and all that. Then things started to get a little more serious," he stared.

"Spicy!" Cynthia said as she kicked her legs up on the chair and angled her body towards Peter. "Then what?"

Peter laughed. "She, ummm.... She saw it. And pretty much freaked the fuck out and said no way."

"No!" Cynthia shouted. "You're kidding me!"

"Honest to God! I'm not lying. She took one glance and lost it."

"I'm sorry I'm laughing," said Cynthia. "This is not funny. You poor thing."

"Oh, you're fine. Honestly, like I said, not my proudest moment. But ya know what? What are you gonna do? God gave this to me. It's certainly not gonna be for everyone."

Cynthia smiled and nodded. "That's a great perspective." After a pause of silence, she spoke again. "Besides, there are plenty... and I mean plenty of women out there that would be over the moon for what you have."

"Really?"

"Oh, really. Believe me. I'm one of them." Cynthia's crotch tingled after admitting to Peter that she was into larger penises. She rarely spoke about it, but tonight was different. She wanted the young man to know he had exactly what she craved. Plus, the wine helped.

Peter turned to her in shock. His mouth dropped. "Really?" he whispered, suddenly very cognizant of their environment. She nodded excitedly. "Really," she said.

"But mine's, like, ridiculous. It's not just big, it's obscene. Sometimes I look at it and I'm just like what the fuck is this thing, ya know?" he joked. "Like it's out of a horror movie."

Cynthia laughed as she leaned forward clutching her belly. "What did I tell you about making me laugh too hard!"

After a moment of pause, she turned to him. "How big is it?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

Peter looked up. "Well, we measured it a few months ago. 'We' meaning me and this girl I was with at the time. I swear it was like nine inches I think. Or just over nine."

"Your penis is nine inches?" Cynthia asked. "You're not serious."

"Oh, I am," he laughed. "I told you it's a freakshow."

"Not to me. I think it looks nice. I told you that."

Peter nodded. "Oh believe me, I remember. Those sorts of things stay in your mind, ya know?"

Cynthia nodded in agreement. She knew all too well about things popping into your mind. As Peter looked up again, she looked down. She noticed he had his hands neatly folded on his lap. They were positioned in such a way, he appeared to be hiding something. She clearly knew what it was. "Peter?" she asked, softly.

"Yes?"

"Are you trying to hide something?" she asked, giggling while nodding towards his crotch.

"Are you gonna think I'm a creep?"

Cynthia laughed. "I'm thirty-nine. There's no shame anymore. I've seen it all. A boner's a boner. May as well let it breathe."

Peter laughed. "Touche," he said as he casually removed his hands, revealing a sturdy tent popping up under his shorts. "And there he is," he announced.

"There he is," she repeated. "He still looks a little cramped, huh?"

"You want me to take it all the way out?" Peter's cock throbbed at even the idea of being completely exposed to the beautiful Cynthia.

"If you want to!" she said. "I'm not gonna stop you, that's for sure." She checked the house behind them. "They're all asleep," she whispered.

Peter eagerly slid his boxer briefs down to his ankles, kicking them off to the patio below. He then picked up his cock at the base and held it up proudly. He smiled as he checked Cynthia's reaction.

She didn't show any emotion at first. Instead opting for an acknowledging head nod. Almost as if to say "Yup, there it is." After she stared at it for a few moments, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What?" Peter asked, confused. "Should I not have done this?"

"Oh heavens no, honey. You're fine. I don't mean to laugh. It's just that... my goodness you're a big boy, that's all!"

"Heh, yup. I told you," he said, glancing down at his hard-on. "It's a beast."

"It's long and thick. You sort of check both boxes there, don't you?" she said as she propped her head up with her hand, as if she was watching a movie or something.

"I think it's the thickness that scares people," he admitted while still looking at it.

"That's the best part," Cynthia whispered playfully. "Believe me."

The two of them stared at it a bit longer. Peter even stroked it ever so slightly, unsure if Cynthia could even see that he did. "Can you tell he's enjoying this?" he asked, referring to his penis in the third person.

"It's impressive! You look like you're ready to burst over there," she said. Cynthia could feel herself warming up. She was desperately entranced by the young man. She had allowed herself to be this free and open so far, there was no sense slowing down. "You can if you want to, ya know."

Peter turned to her with a surprised look. "Really? You don't care?"

"Why would I care? It's a normal thing we all do, Peter."

"So, where? Like, just right here?" Peter asked. "In front of you?"

"Well, don't make a mess! But sure. Right here. Why not?" she asked as she took another sip of wine. "May as well show me what those big balls of yours can produce, right?"

"Right," said Peter as he nervously began stroking his cock in front of Cynthia. "Speaking of which, that's another thing that scares girls."

"Oh does it now?" Cynthia laughed. "Am I in for a show?"

Peter bit his lower lip as he jerked off. "You might be!"

Cynthia crossed her gorgeous legs and in doing so, slipped a hand between them. This way, she could subtly play with herself without Peter knowing. She wasn't quite ready to show all her cards anyhow. Her pussy felt great as she secretly massaged it while watching Peter masturbate. Her eyes got heavy with lust as she watched him cradle his balls with one hand and stroke with the other. He repeatedly licked his palm for lubrication.

"How's it feel?" she asked, breaking the long silence.

"Really good. It feels really, really good."

"I'm glad."

Peter then used two hands to jerk off, much to the amusement of Cynthia. She had never seen a man with a big enough cock to use two hands and still have more room. It was quite impressive. Without the support of his hand, his big balls slapped up and down with feverish movements.

"You getting there?" she asked quietly. Peter made eye contact and nodded. He was very close.

"Don't be too messy, remember!" she teased.

Peter put all his focus on his cock. He was so close to orgasm. It didn't matter that his best friend's stepmom was watching. Or that his friends were asleep inside. Nothing else mattered. He just wanted to cum.

"Argghhhh!" he belted out. Cynthia giggled and made a "Shoosh" sound while she eagerly watched the first thick, white cumshot spew out his cock onto his belly.

"Whoa," she said quietly.

Plenty more came out as Peter kicked his legs and jutted his butt up in the air. He shot six, seven, eight thick loads all over his body. Several were shooting so far, they went over his head.

"Oh my God!" Cynthia said quietly. She was in shock with how much he was cumming. "You cum so much!"

Peter kept going as more shots were fired with less velocity, landing harmlessly on his belly. All said and done, he came twelve blasts as he relaxed, panting, and clutching his hard cock for dear life.

"Peter!" Cynthia gasped as she looked around at the cum he left everywhere. "How on Earth?"

Peter turned to her and sheepishly laughed. "I told you, Cynthia. It's an insane amount."

"Peter this is not normal," she said, still surveying the cumshot. She looked up at him. "Believe me, I'm a nurse." They each cracked up laughing.

Peter peered around to see where he got it. It had landed on the patio behind where his head was. Three thick blasts. "Oh fuck," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Wait right there," Cynthia said as she darted for the kitchen leaving Peter lying naked, covered in his own spunk and an erection that didn't seem to go down.

After several minutes, she emerged from the sliding door with a towel. She approached Peter. He held his hands out to accept the towel, but Cynthia went to work herself. She gently wiped the cum from his belly and chest. She chuckled as she cleaned some that landed on his face. She cleaned off the back of the chair before looking at his penis. It too was covered in sticky cum. She casually lifted it up with one hand while using the towel to clean it dry. She worked methodically and calmly, much like she did at work when caring for a sick patient. She had a professional calmness to her that made Peter feel at ease. It was nice to be taken care of by her.

Watching her slender and neatly manicured fingers handle his large cock was mesmerizing. Her hands were petite. The giant slab of meat made them look even smaller. Peter couldn't help but notice any time some of his cum accidentally got on her hand. There was certainly enough of it around.

"There we go. Think I got it all?" she asked, inspecting her work.

"I think you did," he agreed.

"Oh wait, your balls!" Cynthia then handled each large orb with extra care. She held them up with her hand while using the towel to carefully scrub them clean. She laughed to herself. "You shoot so much. I seriously can't even get over this."

"Thanks," Peter said, unsure how to respond to her praise.

"I can see you're enjoying this, huh?" she asked as she squeezed the base of his dick. Her fingers couldn't quite touch when they encircled him.

"I have a tendency to stay like this for a little bit."

"It's a good skill to have. The women probably don't complain," she said as she gave him a couple of playful strokes before letting it back down.

Cynthia stood back up, hands on her hips looking around. "You'll have to get the hose for the rest. I'm not cleaning the patio," she announced. "And Jesus there's a lot on there too! You're something else, Peter."

Peter stood up next to her to see what she was talking about. It truly was everywhere. "No problem, Cynthia. I can clean this up."

Cynthia looked down at his still erect cock. She put her hand on it yet again. "Nine inches. Look at this thing," she said. "You've got a talent Peter."

Peter let her stroke it without protesting. He felt as if he could cum again. "Feel free to just keep doing that if you want."

Cynthia looked up at him and smiled. "You're cute," she said. "Maybe next time," she whispered. "You and this dick of yours should go to bed. Make sure you're not like this before joining your buddy down there, ok?"

"Heh, ok, ok. Goodnight," he said.

Cynthia kissed him once on the cheek before looking down at his cock. She stroked it, this time harder and longer. She let it go and looked up at him. "Goodnight."


"I don't care about what you do for this years cultural festival. Just as long as it isn't something that I have to help with okay?"

Shota Aizawa then collapsed to the floor in his yellow sleeping bag as his class erupted into chatter.

"MAID CAFE"

"Shut up Mineta!"

"Let's change things around a bit and make this something to be in the books as the best U.A can provide!"

"Plus Ultra!"

"What's something they wouldn't expect Class-A to do, but would still be a classic?!"

Ochaka Uraraka felt a zap strike into her mind.

"What about a haunted house!"

People gradually noticed the idea.

"Yeah! This'll show Monoma!"

"We couldn't do anything like this at the summer camp! It's our turn this time!"

"Great idea Uraraka! I, myself am not good at scaring others. However, with the U.A standards set high by our seniors we must try to achieve!"

Iida chopped his hand dangerously close to her head while Uraraka sheepishly rubbed her head.

Until she noticed Midoriya who looked down with a shadow over his eyes, shaking as if he was remembering something which should have never happened.

"What's wrong Deku? Are you okay?!"

He looked back at them with a pale face sporting two sunken eyes.

"What's wrong Midoriya! Should I transfer you to the infirmary?!"

His shaking stopped and fist unclenched.

"No..."

Uraraka didn't believe it for one second. She grasped her hands over his shoulders and shook mildly in case he had somehow broken a bone.

"What is it?!"

He looked down to the floor.

"I'm... really bad with being jump scared..."

Uraraka felt her laughter burst out.

"You'll be the one scaring so I think it'll be okay! Do not fret Midoriya, I shall (stop laughing Uraraka it's a perfectly reasonable reaction!) watch to make sure you don't fall victim to any silly pranks!"

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It was finally the night of their performance!

Well, not exactly night, but still!

Yaoyorozu and Iida were bound by their duties as class representatives to greet whoever were to come in.

Shoji, Aoyama, and Mina worked as both the make up specialists and jump scared those who'd enter by the front. Uraraka thought they made a pretty good trio at that.

Jirou hid at the end with a camera to get a picture of fright from whoever was to chase victims out.

Tokoyami might have gotten a bit to carried away with decorations in Uraraka's option however. They'd all been dressed up in some of the many capes which hung around his closet.

Meanwhile the rest of them had been split into different areas to scare people in. Uraraka privately believed that she had gotten a good placing while poor Midoriya had to be close to the beginning.

Finally she heard her first scream of the night.

It echoed out across the maze they'd made from all the spare materials U.A had lying about.

So she prepped herself in the corner.

One adjustment here, slouch over a bit, get ready, pull a weird face.

"Okay, this should be good when-"

A blur ran past her station in a flash of orange.

Shocked she took an instinctive step back and from her new advantage point could see what was clearly the results of some sort of speed quirk being used.

Why would anyone use their quirk though?

Throughout the rest of her time she only managed to scare a couple of people who stopped to take a breather.

She knew now though that somebody must have scared them away.

Who?

The day nearly came to its close and Uraraka decided that if nobody was going to stop over at her station she might as well check out whoever was in front of her.

She was a woman on a mission!

Uraraka hide behind walls miming a gun while shooting at invisible opponents.

She was not a Hero no longer! Now she was a spy looking for a story to give to their local newspaper while playing it off that they actually were just a regular kid and then they would get promoted to an editor for the company-

Wait! Uraraka shook her head.

She couldn't be distracted on this mission!

"So this is what those 1-A flunkies think they can beat our class with? Hah! The scares here aren't even enough to scare a puppy!"

"Shoji seemed to scare something a bit different from a puppy Monoma."

"I WASN'T SCARED!"

Uraraka held her breath and hid behind a conveniently shaped lamp which was being used as a prop. Just in time!

Monoma, Kendo, and Tetsutetsu came out from behind the walls right after Uraraka had finished getting into place. Now she would see who really was the scarer!

"It's a bit lame, but I bet Kiri-Bro's part will be awesome!"

Kendo's finger absently trailed over the rail prop until she stopped and checked her hand muttering

"Their props are great quality."

Monoma shook his head wildly

"No! See?! It's just U.A that did the items! 1-A can't do anything on their own just like the babies they-"

A scratching noise came from down a hallway on the right. Stifling any conversation left over.

This was it.

"Hah! You 1-A have to resort to cheap tricks and they still don't even scare us! Come out and we'll forgive your horrible acting skills!"

A male child's voice rang out from the shadows.

"My friends don't want to play with me."

A shiver ran down her spine as Uraraka realised this voice was unlike that of anybody in her class or age group.

"W-What?!"

The trio took a minor step backwards as a dark shadow grew less and less hazy as it seemingly floated forwards.

"They're so mean. Nobody ever wants to play with me."

Sickly green eyes opened and glowed in the darkness as Uraraka could finally make out blood splatters on the rags the short child was wearing.

Why couldn't she breath?!

"Will you play with me?"

Monoma shrieked and slid with his friends who couldn't seem to move.

"Come on! Get away from us!!!"

"W-What is that?!"

"It's gonna eat us!"

A horrible smile broke out across its face.

"Playtime."

The trio ran down the hallways at last screaming in terror. While all Uraraka could do was hide.

Weakling.

The monsters presences was barely there. It dwindled then struck like some kind of snake, no, monster in the shadows.

"Oh! Again?"

Uraraka felt lighting bubble under her skin.

Midoriya!?!

The creature took off a now obviously fake rag from Tokoyami's closet and sat down sighing.

"I wanted to do my roof climbing thing one more time. Guess I can't now..."

The Earth was shaking around Uraraka.

No.

Midoriya?!

How did he do that?!

Was their something wrong with-

Oh.

Uraraka felt faint thinking back to all of his fights and the scary expressions he had worn while doing unspeakable things to his own body.

He really was a monster.


"That was some fuckin killer weed," Charlie said as he sprawled out on the couch and stretched his arms. The comment woke Peter who was on the opposite sofa. He rolled over with his eyes still closed.

"Dude," Charlie repeated, looking over at Peter.

"What?" he responded, eyes still shut.

"I said that was some killer weed."

"Mmm hmm," Peter said, dismissively, unwilling to engage in conversation just yet.

Charlie suddenly burst out laughing. This caused Peter to finally open his eyes and look over. "What?" he asked.

"Your fuckin dong is out!" Charlie blurted out as he laughed uncontrollably. Peter frantically looked down to see his penis head poking out under his boxers that had ridden up as he slept. He urgently tucked it back in. "Jesus," he muttered to himself before joining Charlie in laughing. "Fucking thing."

"Legit never knew you had such a huge one, dude," Charlie said. "When you got cut the other day.. Cynthia was probably like 'what the fuck'?"

Peter replayed her reaction to him ejaculating on the patio late at night. If only Charlie knew what had happened. "I guess," he responded humbly.

"How big are you hard though?" Charlie asked, never one to shy away from awkward conversations.

"Huh?"

"Your dick, dude. When you're hard it must be a foot long."

Peter closed his eyes again. "I dunno, man."

"Bullshit," Charlie laughed. "You know exactly how long it is. If I had that, I'd be proud of it. I'd have pictures of it up on the fridge."

Peter turned to him and smirked. "I am proud. Believe me."

Charlie laughed again. "You fuckin' dog, bro. Let's go upstairs. I'm fuckin' starving."

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"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Cynthia said, smiling. "I am the most senior person in this room. Someone needs to tame you guys!"

Charlie had just told another off color joke as the three boys and Cynthia sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating pastries. Despite being twenty years old, Charlie still acted like a teenager sometimes, often unaware of his audience when going on a comedic tangent.

Kevin remained mostly quiet, having a bit of a hangover from the night before. Peter joined in on the jokes, making sure to steer Charlie back on track for the sake of everyone else.

"Oh yeah, Charlie. I'm sure she's definitely going to respond to you," Peter said sarcastically, referring to a girl that Charlie certainly left unimpressed with his antics. He smiled around the room, landing on Cynthia as they two made eye contact. She responded with a warm smile and a glimmer in her eyes.

Her beauty even in the morning with no makeup was unrivaled. Peter had always found her attractive, even as a young boy. But after last night, the two had a newfound connection that he could not take his mind off. His heart raced at even the slightest interaction with her. They had a secret. An unlikely encounter had left them in a unique predicament. But Peter loved it. He smiled back at her.

"I'm going back to bed," Kevin said, rubbing his temple.

"I'm going to Jane's house," said Charlie, clearly facetiously as he had just finished telling a story of his failed attempts at courting her.

Kevin retreated to his bedroom while Charlie went downstairs to gather his things. Peter and Cynthia were left to clean up breakfast together. Once they were safely at the sink with the running water, Cynthia playfull elbowed Peter. "And how are you feeling this morning?"

Peter checked the area to ensure no one was around. "I'm good. I feel refreshed. You?"

Cynthia nodded as she scrubbed a plate. "I'm good, thanks. You probably slept well huh?" As she cleaned the plate, her large breasts bounced under her t-shirt. Peter could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. His cock lurched at the glorious sight. He nervously laughed. "I did sleep well."

Cynthia crept up closer to him so that her left breast was touching his arm. Peter didn't protest as he continued to go about cleaning dishes. "I've never seen a display like that," Cynthia whispered. "You came so much!"

Peter stopped what he was doing and smiled down at Cynthia. He was about six inches taller than her. "That wasn't even my record either," he said slyly.

"My goodness. You have some serious gifts, Peter." She pressed even closer to him, this time reaching over and rubbing his thigh. "Some very serious and big gifts," she repeated.

By now, Peter was sprouting an erection, plainly visible through his shorts. Cynthia eyed it and smiled. She tapped the head of his protruding cock with her finger. "Good morning, sir," she said teasingly. She and Peter laughed together.

"Is there any more coffee left?" a deep voice from the other side of the kitchen emerged. Peter immediately recognized it as Cynthia's husband and Kevin's father, Frank. While Cynthia carried on washing dishes, Peter froze in place. He had an aching erection and was about to have a very uncomfortable encounter.

"On the table in the carafe, honey!" Cynthia called out. Peter pretended to be preoccupied washing a plate that was blatantly already clean.

"Kevin's friends are actually doing something useful around here?" Frank asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He had a way about him that it was difficult to tell if he was actually joking or not.

"Gotta do my part somehow, Mr. Myers." Peter couldn't turn around as he still sported a sizeable half erection.

"I didn't even hear you come home, honey," Cynthia said.

Frank sat down at the table, crossed his legs and opened the newspaper. "I came home late last night. Flight kept getting delayed over and over again," he said without looking up from the paper. Peter carefully watched for Cynthia's reaction, but she didn't seem phased by the conversation.

 Peter asked himself, as he frantically replayed the events of last night, unsure if he had been caught.

Frank was a mysterious character around the house. Peter and Charlie barely knew him as he traveled so much, but his large frame and deep, commanding voice often left them feeling intimidated. If he had seen what happened last night, Peter didn't know what he'd do. He admitted to himself he would have to fight. Not just Frank, but maybe Kevin as well. This would not be good. The fear and urgency of the situation allowed him to completely soften between his legs, enough that he could now turn around. Frank still didn't look up.

"That barbecue place on Pleasant is already gone," he announced. "No one seems to survive that corner."

"It's doomed," Cynthia added.

"Doomed forever," Frank agreed.

Charlie emerged from the basement. "Welp. I'm hittin the dusty trail folks. Oh, hey Frank, didn't know you were home." Frank ignored Charlie as he continued to peruse the newspaper.

"Yeah I'm gonna get going too. Thanks for letting us stay here last night," said Peter.

"So soon?" Frank finally looked up. "Was it something I said?" He looked at Peter square in the eyes. He had not even flinched when Charlie announced he was leaving, yet something piqued his interest. His gaze was punishing. Peter's stomach dropped.

"Uhh, yeah. I have to work... so..."

Frank turned back to his newspaper. Peter didn't dare look at Cynthia until he was well out of the kitchen and in the foyer. Cynthia followed shortly after. As Charlie headed for the car outside, she placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and smiled. "Relax," she whispered. "We'll talk soon."

Peter dashed for the car and jumped in. "You alright dude?" Charlie asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I'm good. Let's go," said Peter.

"Did Cynthia just give you a quick reach around?" Charlie joked as Peter glared at him.

Peter looked out the window as they drove off. "Do you think Kevin's dad is an asshole? He was being kind of a dick, right?"

"He's always been like that. Ever since we were kids. The guy has a giant stick up his ass all the time," said Charlie.

Peter couldn't help but wonder if Frank knew what happened on the patio. In the heat of the moment, the last thing he was thinking about was checking to see if someone was watching.

"Fuckin Cynthia's so hot, man," said Charlie. "Walkin' around without a bra. My God. You know what I mean?" he turned to Peter.

He smiled and nodded. "She's a smoke, for sure."

"Can't believe she saw you naked too. I guarantee you she thought about your dick. Thousand percent."

Peter didn't respond, opting to stare out the window instead. He had something else on his mind.

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Since his parents moved to Florida when he left for college, they didn't sell the house that Peter grew up in. Instead, they held onto it so he could stay there when home from school.

Peter jerked off constantly the following few days. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened and yearned for another opportunity with Cynthia. She told him they would talk soon, but aside from him returning to Kevin's house, he had no idea when that would happen.

One afternoon, he was lying on the couch playing with his cock watching porn when his phone vibrated. It was an unknown number.

"Hi"

Peter didn't respond.

"It's Cynthia."

Peter then stroked his cock excitedly before he typed back.

"Hi how r u?"

"I'm thinking about you sweetie," she said. "We should get together again soon. Not here tho lol"

Peter continued to jerk off. He was desperately horny and she wrote to him at the exact right time. "What are you thinking?" he replied.

"Maybe we can get a hotel or something" Cynthia typed back.

"That would be awesome. Tomorrow?" Peter replied, maybe a bit too eager. He didn't get a response. His confidence deflated. Maybe he was being too forward with his best friend's stepmom, after all.

Nearly fifteen minutes passed until his phone went off again. "You're cute. How about Thursday?"

Thursday was three days away. It would have to do. Peter responded with the thumbs up. Just as he was about to put his phone down, another message arrived.

"Send me something to look at until then."

It couldn't have been a better time to send a picture. Peter was throbbing hard. His dick looked perfect as he held it by the base, sprawled out on the couch. Precum leaked from the tip, traversing his bloated cock head. He snapped a couple pictures, picked the best one and hit send.

After only a few moments, he got a response.

"You're huge. You're amazing."

Peter smiled satisfactorily as he stroked his cock. He typed out a response. "I need to empty this thing now."

"Not there! You're going to ruin Sharon's beautiful couch."

The comment reminded Peter of who he was flirting with. This woman, although younger than his mother, knew her well. They went to the boys' sports games together. They served on the parent teacher council together. It was all so bizarre...

Suddenly, the moment arrived. Peter came fast and hard, squirting thick loads straight up into the air of his quiet living room. He moaned as he jerked himself off, shooting his cum in the air like a fountain. It came splashing back down on his belly and legs, coating himself in a familiar sticky white goop.

Afterwards, he laid there calmly, surveying the mess he made. He then snapped a photo of his deflating cock, resting on his belly surrounded by a massive mess of sperm. Without even thinking, he sent it to Cynthia.

Again, no response. Peter panicked. Did someone else have her phone? Why would she not respond to that? He tossed his phone aside and ran to the shower to clean up. As he scrubbed himself down, he thought about what he'd do if someone saw that message. Like Kevin or worse, Frank. He would have to just be honest and face the consequences.

He hurried back to the living room naked and unlocked his phone.

One new message. "Looks good enough to eat."

He breathed a sigh of relief as he plopped back down on the couch. Crisis averted.

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Cynthia and Kevin sat outside on the patio having dinner one night. As they chatted, Cynthia eyed the lounge chair behind Kevin. No more than a week ago, her stepson's best friend was stretched out on that chair jerking off in front of her. In fact, he had probably ejaculated close to where Kevin was seated at that very moment. She snapped out of it and turned to Kevin.

"How's work going?"

Kevin shrugged as he chewed his salad. "I cut grass. That's work."

Cynthia nodded. "Money's money, right?"

Kevin looked out across the pool. "I just wanna graduate and do a real job."

"You should work for your father."

"Oh yeah? And be gone 90% of the time on a plane to God knows where? No thanks." Kevin always dismissed his father's line of work. He hated that he never saw him and vowed to never get wrapped into a career like that. Besides, he enjoyed the time at home with just Cynthia. She was so easy going and things were far less stressful without Frank around.

"I agree. The travel part is hard. Money's good though," Cynthia commented as she pointed to their surroundings. The backyard was expertly manicured and the pool was modern and lavish.

Kevin nodded. He had thrown one too many parties at the house all through high school and afterwards. It was good to have a nice house, plenty of money and a stepmother he got along with.

Cynthia's phone buzzed. She ignored it as she poured another glass of wine. "That thing's been ringing off the hook. You starting a business I should know about?" Kevin asked.

She smiled. "Robocalls. They never stop." Kevin nodded in agreement.

"Hey listen," Cynthia started. "I'll be gone tomorrow night. Nurse's conference in the city. I'm gonna get a hotel with a coworker. Judy. You remember her."

"With the hair?" Kevin asked.

Cynthia laughed. "With the hair. But yes, just one night. Your father comes back the next night so we'll all be back together then."

Kevin nodded, although appeared disappointed. "What, so no movie night anymore?"

"Rain check?"

Kevin shook his head. "Unbelievable," he decreed facetiously.

"Have Amy over!" Cynthia suggested to which Kevin glared at her. "Meh," he said, uninterested. He was always hot and cold with his girlfriend.

"You'll be fine," Cynthia said as she grabbed his arm and gave it a soft rub.

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The hotel was well off the beaten path. Far outside the city center in an industrial park, the Courtyard Marriott was nondescript and only sparsely populated with business travelers. As Peter pulled in, he immediately noticed Cynthia's car parked in the back row underneath a large tree. He decided to drive around and park far from her car, just in case. His nerves were shaking. His heart didn't stop racing. He felt naughty and mischievous.

 he thought to himself. Part of him worried he wouldn't be able to fit inside her and he'd never get another opportunity.

Shortly after just two knocks on the door, he could hear the deadbolt followed by the door opening a crack. "Come in," he heard from inside as he pushed the door open.

Cynthia was already headed towards the back of the room, carrying a wine glass. She wore a black summer dress and was barefoot. She turned back to him and smiled as he followed her. "Do you feel like James Bond?" she asked.

"Kind of!" Peter said, at ease from the opening joke.

"Have a seat. Pour a drink. Relax."

Peter grabbed a wine glass and helped himself. He didn't normally drink wine, but figured it was better to be classy tonight. He wore skinny jeans and a v-neck t-shirt that outlined his figure boastfully. He sat down on the couch, opposite Cynthia.

Cynthia crossed her legs and bounced her bare foot in the air. She smiled as she took a sip, never breaking eye contact with Peter. "You gonna whip it out?" she asked.

Peter was dumbfounded. "Really? Right now?"

Cynthia burst out laughing. "No, honey. I'm kidding. Relax. We're here now. It's safe."

Peter laughed. "Ok, but if you want to see it, you know you can. You probably have twenty pictures of it by now anyways."

Cynthia shook her head. "All deleted sweetheart. I enjoy the moment, but cover my tracks."

"Ahh, very smart."

"You know," Cynthia said as she switched which leg was crossed. "Frank can't ever find out about this. I'm serious. He can never know."

Peter became solemn. "Absolutely. I would never dare."

"Good," she said as she studied his face. She determined him to be trustworthy and a safe option for what they were about to do.

For the next hour, the two spent time getting acquainted. As good conversationalists, there was never a dull moment. Peter made her laugh with silly jokes. He was charming, funny, and seemingly more and more at ease. Cynthia migrated to the couch so they were next to each other. She propped her feet up on the coffee table and noticed Peter was checking them out.

"You like feet, huh?" she asked as she stretched out her painted toes.

"I like yours," Peter clarified. "They're slim, petite. Well manicured."

"Pedicured," she corrected him.

"Whatever," he laughed. "You have really pretty feet. In fact, all of you is very pretty. But you already know all this."

"Thank you, honey." Just then, Cynthia's phone buzzed. She picked it up so see a text message. 'I miss you.' She placed it back down without responding and focused all her attention on Peter. "Now, what do you say we see that penis of yours I hear so much about?"

Peter laughed as he put his wine glass down next to Cynthia's sexy feet. "Oh yeah?" he asked, reaching for his belt. "That's how this begins?"

"Sure is," she said, laughing, as she placed her glass next to his and got comfortable. "I'm so excited!" She clapped a few times.

"That makes two of us," Peter said before pulling his jeans down and sitting back down in his black boxer briefs. He then eyed Cynthia's bust line with a look of desire. "Do I get to see anything too?"

"In time," she reassured him. "Show me him again first."

Peter was very obviously hard as he tucked his thumbs under his waistband, delaying the reveal intentionally. He looked up at Cynthia whose eyes were glued to the massive tent standing up underneath. "C'mon!" she shrieked in excitement, like a young teenager who just had a first kiss.

He then proudly pulled his boxer briefs down. His heavy cock flung back with force, resting against his belly. Cynthia gasped as she studied its underside. "It's so big," she repeated like last time. "It's bigger than any man I've ever seen."

"You want me to jerk off again?" he asked. Cynthia didn't respond. Instead, she picked it up with her dainty hands. She began to stroke him herself. Peter moaned softly as he sunk into the couch. He spread his legs, revealing his heavy and full balls.

For several minutes, Cynthia rubbed him in silence. One hand rested on his thigh while the other did the work. "I can get two hands on you," she said as she now jerked him with both.

"Probably three," Peter estimated as they both watched her masturbate him. "Can you spit on it?" he asked.

Cynthia tucked her hair back behind her ear and leaned forward. At first, she had a hard time getting spit out. They both laughed at the insufficient amount that dribbled out. "It's hard!" she said as she caught her breath and got ready to try again. "Ok, ok, ok," she said. She then was able to spit a decent amount that dripped from her mouth down to his aching cock. She dispersed it with both hands. "How's that feel?" she asked.

"So good."

"Yeah?" she asked. "Good."

She continued to jerk him off as he moaned in delight. The imagery of her beautiful hands, dangling breasts, and blonde hair constantly getting in the way was sending him rapidly towards the edge. He even heard her moan tiny little noises every once and again. It was all culminating rapidly for Peter and he sensed he was about to cum.

"Wait, wait, wait, stop," he said as he grabbed her wrist. "I don't wanna shoot off too early."

Cynthia looked perplexed. "I thought you could stay hard after?"

"Well, yeah, I can... I mean I normally do, but... is that what you want? To do more?"

Cynthia smiled warmly at the young man. His hesitancy was charming. "I have big plans for you," she said as she continued jerking his cock. "Let's get this first one out of the way and put you out of your misery."

A split second afterwards, the first blast of cum came rifling out the tip and into the air. It was a gusher. Cynthia squealed in excitement as she watched it go up in the air and land back down on Peter with a splat. "Ohhh!" she shouted out.

"Oh fuck!" Peter said in strained pleasure as he continued to cum from Cynthia's glorious hands. White cum spilled out, much of which fell back down onto her hands while she never stopped stroking. She bit her lip in concentration as she proudly coaxed a massive orgasm out of him.

"Keep going," he said. "Oh fuck, that's good."

"It doesn't stop!" Cynthia whispered, admirably watching as the ninth and tenth blasts of cum exited the spasming penis. "You are such a good boy," she said much like a nurturing mother would.

As the final bead of white cum dripped out, Peter let out a sigh before laughing uncontrollably. "Holy shit!" he said. "I just got a handjob from my best friend's stepmom!"

Cynthia released his cock and held up all ten fingers, covered in cum. "Yes you certainly did!" Cynthia looked around, noticing cum all over Peter's stomach, the couch, and the table in front of them. "You went everywhere. You're incredible!"

"You are," he said. "You legit are incredible."

Cynthia wiped the excess cum on Peter's thigh without protest from him. She then lovingly picked up his cock and gauged its hardness. "Does it ever go down?"

Peter grinned and shook his head. "Not around you. What else should we do?"

Cynthia rested it back down on his stomach and then looked up at him. "I have a few ideas."


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Beth Anne’s House - Late Sunday Afternoon

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Sonny slowly pulled his SUV into Beth Anne’s driveway and put it in park. Him and Amanda then hopped out and headed to the back of the car to get the girls out. Sonny lifted Jesse, who had unbuckled herself from her booster seat, out of the vehicle while Amanda placed the box of zeppole she was holding on top of the SUV and went to remove Billie from her carseat harness.

Sonny held onto Jesse’s hand, walked around to Amanda’s side of the vehicle and then grabbed the box. “Ready?”

Amanda nodded as she set Billie down on the ground and took ahold of her hand. The foursome then proceeded to the front door.

“Can I ring the doorbell?” Jesse asked her mother once they reached it.

“Yes.” Amanda told her. “Just once.”

Jesse excitedly hit it and a few moments later Jim Rollins appeared before them.

“Grandpa!” Both Jesse and Billie exclaimed as they each immediately went to give him a big hug.

The girls then quickly brushed passed him and hurried inside looking for their grandmother.

Jim went to hug Amanda and then turned his attention to the counselor and shook his hand. “Sonny, nice to see you.”

Sonny gave him a small smile. “You as well, sir.”

He then stepped aside and motioned for them to come in.

The couple walked inside and made their way toward the kitchen where the girls were sitting down at the table drinking from juice boxes and Beth Anne was standing by the stove, stirring a pot.

She put her spoon down on the counter and grinned. “Amanda, Sonny.”

Amanda walked up to her mom and gave her a hug. “Hey mom.”

When they broke apart Beth Anne turned her attention to a smiling Sonny who, after giving her a hug, presented her with the box of zeppole.

“Thank you for having me.” He said to her.

Beth Anne nodded and set the box down on the counter. “Of course. You’re always welcome.”

Which he was. Sonny had sat down for dinner with Amanda’s mom before. Beth Anne had actually insisted he come over for dinner soon the last time she saw him about a month and a half ago when he brought Amanda, who’s car had broken down, up to get the girls from her house.

So when Amanda called her mom to see if she and her dad were free on Sunday and would want to have dinner and visit with her and the girls, she was secretly hoping Beth Anne would ask her to bring Sonny along and she did, much to her relief. Because she didn’t want to go into dinner with her folks suspicious as to why she wanted Sonny there. While she was ready to reveal the relationship, she was hoping to do it in her own way.

“Where’s Mason?” Amanda asked as she looked around.

Her mother picked up her spoon and resumed her stirring. “At a sleepover.”

Amanda nodded and then smiled as she watched Sonny, who had taken a seat at the kitchen table, exchange funny faces with Billie.

She then turned her attention back to Beth Anne and Jim, who had joined everyone in the kitchen, and the three adults began to engage in idle chit chat.

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Jesse and Billie were served dinner first not long after the four of them had arrived. Amanda then got the girls settled in the family room, turned on the Amazon Firestick for them and selected the Disney Plus app.

“Here you go Jess.” Amanda said to her oldest daughter as she handed her the remote. “Me, Sonny, Grandma and Grandpa are right outside if you need us.”

“OK.” Jesse said as she pulled up the movie ‘Encanto.’ Her and Billie then sprawled out on the couch together.

Amanda smiled and joined Sonny and her parents out on the patio. It was an unusually warm March day and her mother thought it’d be nice if they ate outside.

Talk during dinner was kept very much at the surface level. Sports, the weather, etc. Once they were almost finished, Amanda and Sonny exchanged looks and, realizing the evening was starting to wind down, decided it was time to share their news.

“Mom, dad.” Amanda said clearing her throat. “There’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about. Something I wanna tell you.”

She took in a deep breath and told them, “So Sonny and I…we umm…are a couple.”

Amanda and Sonny quietly waited for some sort of a reaction from her parents, who didn’t give them much of one.

“We know.” Jim finally told them.

She started to stutter. “H—how did…you—“

“Jesse told me.” Beth Anne said, cutting her daughter off.

“Only after you coaxed it out of her with ice cream.” Jim added.

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Really mom?”

She then let her mind briefly wander to Jesse.

When Amanda and Sonny first got together they hadn’t been sure what and how much to say to the girls about it. Jesse in particular. Especially since they were keeping it quiet in their public lives and amongst their families. But off time they had together usually needed to be spent at Amanda’s and while the two were good at keeping things G rated around the girls, they found it difficult and unnatural to always have to refrain from innocent forms of affection, like hand holding and cuddling, at home.

So while they would’ve preferred waiting a bit, the couple ultimately decided to be upfront and honest with Jesse about the relationship early on. But when they sat her down to explain the situation, the two were surprised to learn that while happy about the news, Jesse was unaware this was a new development and had thought Sonny and her mom were already a couple for a much longer period of time than they actually had been. Since Jesse didn’t see it as a big deal and never went around announcing it to anyone when she mistakenly assumed they were dating, they weren’t concerned she’d bring it up to people. Even if she did, they agreed to deal with it when and if it happened. Neither Sonny or Amanda were going to ask the 6-year-old to lie for them. So though it was a little unexpected, she wasn’t shocked Jesse told Beth Anne and she assumed Sonny wasn’t either.

“Well I had my suspicions and wanted to know so I asked her about it the last time I saw her a couple weeks ago.” Beth Anne said to her daughter shrugging, adding. “Because for whatever reason you’ve been keeping it from me. Which I don’t understand because you know your father and I both like Sonny.”

Amanda sighed as she absentmindedly played with her fork. “I know you do and we weren’t purposely only hiding it from you. We just wanted to keep it between ourselves for a while and take some time to feel it out. Billie’s too young to really get it, but we told Jesse because she’s older and is very perceptive. It also just didn’t feel right keeping it from her. But she was the only one we told. Sonny’s family still doesn’t know either and we hadn’t said anything to Liv or anyone at work until a few days ago. We ended up staying quiet about it a lot longer than we anticipated, but it wasn’t intentional.”

“How long have you been a couple?” Jim asked as he took one last bite of his steak.

“Since early June of last year.” Sonny said to him.

Both Beth Anne and Jim raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Well I wish you had told me earlier. But considering your history, I’m happy to hear you’ve been taking it slow.” Her mother finally told Amanda. “The last thing I’d want is for you to rush things and end up pregnant with a third baby.”

It was in that moment the color in both Amanda and Sonny’s faces instantly dissipated and they immediately diverted their eyes away from her.

Beth Anne’s gaze shifted back in forth between them and she sighed. “Jesus Christ, have you ever heard of birth control?” She asked her daughter.

Amanda rubbed her temples. “I was on it mom.” She muttered quietly.

Her mother sat staring at her for a while before finally saying. “Can we talk alone in the kitchen please?”

Amanda fixed her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Sonny, who had been relatively quiet through out much of the exchange but now felt the need to insert himself more into the conversation. He knew she had wanted to take the lead on this but he could see she needed him.

“Beth Anne with all due respect I’d appreciate hearing whatever is you wanted to say to Amanda privately.” He told her honestly. “Her and I are together and this is my child so it concerns me.”

She nodded her head slowly. “OK.” Beth Anne said simply and immediately started explaining to her daughter exactly how she felt about this situation.

“You should’ve made more of an effort to prevent a pregnancy. You didn’t need another baby right now, if ever. Because while I think Sonny’s a good man and I’m happy to see you’re giving someone like him a chance instead of the kind of guys you typically wasted your time on, you two might not be a good fit for each other. You’ve been together for several months, but that’s still not enough time to really know if this is something that’ll last. What if it ends up not workin’ out? You’re gonna be a single mom with THREE kids.”

Amanda sighed and quietly processed what her mom said, but before she could say anything her mother spoke again.

“I’d worry about you.” Beth Anne said a little sadly, her tough exterior softening. “You, the girls, and the baby. Because I know how hard it’s been for you with just Jesse and Billie. I can only imagine how hard it’d be with three.“

Sonny had been prepared to go on the offense in rebuttal to whatever Beth Anne was going to say, but he could tell that she was just genuinely concerned for her daughter and grandchildren. So when he saw that Amanda appeared to be at a loss for words, he decided to step up and respond to each of her mother’s points for her in a gentle, but still assertive, manner.

“We weren’t reckless.” Sonny felt the need to highlight to Beth Anne. “We took precautions. Because while Amanda and I hadn’t gotten around to having a serious conversation about whether we’d want a baby together later on down the road, we both knew it wasn’t something we wanted at this stage of our relationship. But at the end of the day, things happen and while this baby was unplanned the two of us see him or her as a blessing.”

He paused for a moment and then resumed speaking.

“I can understand why you’re worried that this might not be a good thing. How if it didn’t work out and we broke up, Amanda would be left in a less than ideal situation. Well, I don’t like playing the ‘what if’ game but if we must do it I want you to know that even if Amanda and I were to split, I’d NEVER leave her alone to parent like she’s had to all these years. As the mother of my child she will forever be considered my family, regardless of whether or not her and I are together. I’ll always be there to support her and the kids. Physically, financially, and emotionally. And when I say kids I mean kids. Because while Jesse and Billie might not biologically be my daughters, I love them as if they were. I’ve been part of their lives since they were born and I would never abandon them.”

Amanda blinked back her tears and smiled at him softly.

Sonny set his hand on top of hers and gave it a light squeeze.

“All that being said,” He continued. “I don’t plan on us breakin’ up. Because this relationship is somethin’ we both take very seriously and have wanted for a long time. It’s precious to us. And though we’ve been together for less than a year, it feels much longer because we were such good friends beforehand and know each other inside and out. Amanda’s seen me at my highest and lowest moments and I’ve been with her through hers. While everything’s gone pretty smoothly so far, I’m not naive to think there won’t be challenges and difficulties. But what I do know is I love Amanda with all my heart and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure what we have goes on forever. I won’t let her down. I promise.”

Jim, Amanda and Sonny sat quietly staring at Beth Anne who remained silent for a long while as she took in everything he had just said to her before finally telling him, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Please do.” Sonny said to her.

She slowly nodded and then gave him a small smile, which brought much relief to both Amanda and Sonny.

“So when is this new grandchild of ours going to be here?” Jim asked the couple.

“I still need to confirm that with a doctor.” Amanda told her father. “But I’d say sometime in November.”

“Around Jesse’s birthday?” Beth Anne asked curiously.

“Possibly.” Amanda said. “We’ll find out soon.”

Her mother nodded. “She’s a good big sister. I’m sure she’ll be OK sharing her birthday with the baby if he or she ends up being born on the same day.”

“I think so too.” Amanda agreed.

“Well I’m looking forward to November.” She told the couple. “It looks like there’ll be lots to celebrate.”

Sonny nodded. “That there will.”

Beth Anne took a deep breath and looked around the table. “It’s gettin’ cold. Since everyone’s done, why don’t we head back in?” She then stood up, grabbed her plate and glass and walked back inside the house toward the kitchen.

Amanda, Sonny, and Jim got up from their chairs as well, picked up their plates and glasses and followed her in.

Just as they had all made their way into the kitchen, Jesse and Billie came scurrying in.

“Can we have some zeppole?” Jesse asked Sonny as she walked up to him.

“Sure you can.” He said to the girls as he grabbed a few napkins from the counter and headed toward the kitchen table, where the box sat. He grabbed two and handed one to each of them, but then picked up a third.

“Do you think Bruno might want one too?” Sonny, with a mischievous looking grin on his face, asked the girls.

Jesse and Billie’s jaws dropped.

“Uncle Sonny,” Jesse admonished as she then made a reference to the movie he had figured her and Billie were watching, “We don’t talk about Bruno.”

Sonny feigned ignorance. “Really?”

“You knew that.” Jesse said as she shook her finger at him.

“No I didn’t.” He stated very matter of factly.

“Yes you did!”

He put down the dessert and started tickling both girls. “No I didn’t!” Sonny then scooped Billie up into his arms and continued tickling her.

Jesse set hers down on the table. “Me next! Me next!”

He put Billie down, picked Jesse up and started tickling her, causing the six-year-old to giggle incessantly.

Amanda smiled at the three of them and then looked over at her mother, who she saw was also smiling at them.

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About an hour later the foursome said their goodbyes and began the drive home.

Amanda turned her head to look at the girls in the backseat of Sonny’s SUV. When she saw that both of them were past out, she said to him, “Thank you. For having my back in there tonight. And for saying everything you said.”

Sonny, who noticed it was starting to rain, turned on his windshield wipers. “I meant every word of it.” He told her as he kept his eyes on the road but reached a hand out toward hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” She said, giving him a small grin.

He briefly looked her way, smiled, and then turned his attention back to the road and hopped on the highway.

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Amanda’s Apartment - Friday Night

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The week after the reveal to Beth Anne and Jim was fairly uneventful for Sonny and Amanda. Work proceeded normally for Sonny and while McGrath ended up keeping Amanda on desk duty, he didn’t suspend her. She was happy about not being suspended, but disappointed about the desk duty, especially because she knew if it’d been solely Liv’s choice, her Captain would’ve taken her off and let her continue to investigate in the field a bit longer. But considering the circumstances Amanda figured she should just accept it without any pushback. As much as she hated it, she knew it was going to have to happen at some point because of the baby and that it wouldn’t be forever.

Sonny’s folks got back from their vacation on Wednesday and tonight was the night he was going to have dinner with them so he could tell his mom and dad about their relationship and the baby. It was weighing heavily on her, but she did her best to keep herself occupied while he was out and focused on other things. There was one thing in particular she’d been wondering about. So with Sonny in Staten Island and Billie with Al for the weekend, Amanda thought it was a good time to dig into it.

“Hey Jess,” Amanda called out to her daughter from the kitchen. “Can you come here?”

Jesse emerged from her bedroom a few moments later and her eyes lit up when she saw two banana splits on the kitchen table.

“Is one for me?” She asked hopefully as she sat down in a chair beside her mother.

“Yup.” Amanda told her as she handed Jesse a spoon.

The two sat quietly eating their banana splits for a while when Amanda asked, “So Jess, when you’re at grandma’s how do her and grandpa act around each other?”

Jesse shoved a big spoonful into her mouth. “What do you mean?”

Amanda poured some more chocolate syrup on her ice cream. “Do they act like Sonny and I? Are they a couple?”

Jesse picked up her cherry and ate it. “No.” She said, laughing as if it were a silly notion.

Amanda sighed with relief.

“Grandma dates Bob.” Jesse offered up without any probing.

Amanda raised an eyebrow at her. “Bob?”

Jesse nodded. “From the gas station.” She then picked up a piece of chocolate covered banana and put it into her mouth.

“Bob from the gas station, huh?” Amanda muttered to herself.

The two continued to eat their banana splits and talk when a few minutes later they heard Sonny enter into the apartment.

“Hi Sonny.” Jesse said with her mouth full of ice cream. “Look, mommy made us banana splits.”

Sonny hung up his coat and set his keys down on the counter. “I see.” He sat down across from the duo at the table.

Jesse shoved on last big spoonful into her mouth. “That was really good. Thank you for making it for me.”

Amanda smiled. “Alright, it’s getting late. I want you to go wash your face and brush your teeth, OK?“

Jesse nodded, got up from the table and headed toward the bathroom. Amanda got up, brought Jesse’s bowl to the sink, grabbed a clean spoon and handed it to Sonny.

“Banana splits at 8:30p right before bed?” Sonny asked as he scooped up some ice cream from her bowl. “Rollins, she’s gonna be up for hours.”

She shrugged. “Well it’s the weekend so I figured why not.”

“There was no other reason?” He asked curiously. “You weren’t using it to get information. Like your mom did?”

“I mean, I asked her some questions while we ate, but no I wasn’t bribing her.”

“Sure you weren’t.” Sonny chuckled. “What were you trying to find out?”

Amanda sprayed some more whipped cream on top of the ice cream. “Just wanted to make sure my parents’ relationship was still platonic and that he’s only there because he needs a place to stay.”

“Why didn’t you just ask when we were there on Sunday?“ He asked. “It would’ve been a good time to do it since we were all together having a serious, honest conversation with each other.”

“I was afraid of how I would’ve reacted had they told me they were a couple.” Amanda admitted. “Because while I’m happy they can coexist with each other, they should never ever be more than friends. Not after how my dad treated her over the years.”

“I agree.” Sonny said nodding. “So are they together?”

“No.” Amanda said as she set the whipped cream can down. “Jesse told me my mom’s dating Bob from the gas station. Whoever that is.”

He nodded and fixed his mouth to say something else when Jesse came back into the kitchen. “I know it’s almost bedtime, but I’m not really tired. Can I watch a movie on my iPad?”

Amanda nodded. “Yes, just put your headphones in, OK?”

Jesse nodded then gave them each a hug and said goodnight. She then headed off to her room and closed the door.

Once Jesse was out of sight, Amanda wasted no time getting to the subject that had been on her mind all day.

“So how did it go tonight?” She asked, biting her lip.

Sonny’s seemingly relaxed nature a few moments earlier dissipated and Amanda could see him tense up a bit.

“It was…fine.” He told her, without elaborating.

Amanda stared at him intently. “That’s all? I wasn’t expecting a play by play, but I thought you’d tell me a little more than it went ‘fine.’”

He sighed. “It could’ve gone a little better.” Sonny finally admitted. “My mom is definitely goin’ to need some time to process everythin’ but…she’ll come around.”

Amanda frowned. “What does that mean? Can you please just tell me what happened? And don’t sugarcoat any of it.”

Sonny set his spoon down and nodded. “OK.”


The dam had finally broken, the curse escalated its behavior and I didn't really know what to do about it.

From this point on, my life began taking an almost surreal bent, and yes,I mean more than it had previously.

Thankfully, there seemed to be minimal consequences from my humiliation at the party and the one at the bar, but that didn't mean things didn't escalate.

As before, there was this relative stealthy nature to the curse; even if I were to be stripped naked and debased in public, people seemed to just "forget" about it, and I use the word lightly because it seemed people were aware of these incidents, they just shrugged them off.

However, from this point on things changed slightly, people would still recognize that I was the girl at the center of all these incidents, but instead of simply ignoring them and disregarding them, people seemed to take that as an invitation to enact whatever scenario would get me "tricked" into stripping.

Once more, I chose these words not in a literal sense, these pranks and tricks people were pulling on me were nothing more than flimsy excuses intended to justify stripping me in public.

take for instance that time that Gary and I were heading to the mall, the month was coming to an end and I wanted to go shopping now that my paycheck had arrived.

We got to a mall that had alot of great shops, and we started to browse for fun and cute things.

Gary didn't really mind going shopping with me since he enjoyed having input on the clothes I wore, it was up to me to decide in the end, but I enjoyed giving him the illusion of choice just as much as he enjoyed having it.

At one shop, I found a couple of nice pieces to wear, and wanted to try them out, I got in the changing booth and started trying out clothes.

I heard Gary tell me he'd be going to the bathroom and that he'd be right back, I called back in acknowledgment, too engrossed in what I was doing to notice that my clothes that I came with, were gone from the booth.

Not only that, even my purse was stolen! I was left with nothing but my underwear and the clothes I brought in to try out, I didn't know what to do so I put on a dress I had brought in with me and headed out to the cashier.

I explained my dilemma to the cashier, and asked if she could help me out by giving me some clothes, they were okay with it, but I should have known not to get my hopes up, because she next asked me to pay for it:

"Er, I... I don't have any money..." I stammered, knowing where this would lead me yet again.

"Well, I'm sorry then, I'll have to take the clothes back." the cashier sighed, putting her hand out.

"Can I at least go back to the changing room?" I pleaded, falsely looking to preserve any amount of modesty, in reality I was more than willing to strip, but I wanted to put on a show of resistance just in case.

"Why? You're going to walk out of here looking the same." the cashier shook her head and eyed me suspiciously, it seemed that I made her distrust me, and so I, defeated, began to take the dress off in the middle of the store, where everyone could see me.

It would probably be a good time to mention that, as a surprise for Gary at the end of the day, I had worn a special set of lingerie, so here I was in public showing off the lingerie I intended for my boyfriend's eyes only.

Naturally, people were staring and laughing at my embarrassment, I ran out of the store looking for Gary, only to run into him right outside the store, he laughed as he saw my appearance and wasted no time squeezing my butt.

He suggested we go to the security booth and look for my things there, all while toying with my body, he wouldn't let me rush or cover up until we got there, meaning I was seen by who knows how many people getting groped by Gary, they didn't do or say anything (beyond the occasional laugh or whisper), but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

The security guard was amused, but didn't give us any trouble, when we searched the lost and found, we found my purse, money intact and everything, which was both comforting and strange, not my dress though, because I guess the curse didn't want me dressed yet.

The guard made sure to warn me about running around in such an indecent state, and that he might detain me if I don't fix it, but the way he said almost made it sound like a lewd joke as opposed to a serious threat, either way we decided to go back up to the mall to buy some clothes.

We went back up to the mall and once again I had to endure the laughs and stares of everyone as we looked for the same store as before to get me something to wear.

Once inside, I grabbed anything that I could get my hands on from before and immediately bought it, and as soon as the cashier rang my purchase up I rushed to the changing booth, as I took a deep breath of relief, Gary walked in on me.

In my shock, I was taken by surprise when he began kissing me deeply, telling me how sexy I looked in the lingerie, I was melting in his arms as he began to undress me, and I was naked and making out with him before I knew it.

Gary snapped me out of my rapture as he stepped away, leaving me a little horny.

"I'll leave you to pick out something to wear and we'll pick this up later." He said,but just as he was stepping out, I noticed that my purse, the clothes I bought AND my underwear were now missing.

I stopped Gary from leaving and told him about my missing items, he peaked out and told me there was nothing outside, I did note that Gary didn't have my things, so it couldn't have been him, I was wondering if someone recognized me and was playing a prank on me, but I hadn't seen anyone familiar.

Once again I had to step out to the cashier with Gary, this time I was completely naked!

We tried to tell the cashier, this time it was a different lady from the one before, about the situation, but just like the other one she was unsympathetic to what had happened, she rolled her eyes and told us that she was informed about someone trying to scam them out of clothes by pretending to have things stolen from them.

"I wasn't pretending! I really did get things stolen from me!" I protested, feeling frustrated about the mistrust.

"Twice? Besides, you said earlier you had your purse stolen, but I saw you walk in with it, I bet you have it stashed here somewhere!" the cashier retorted angrily, and I was at the verge of tears.

"Come on lady, we don't care what it is, just give her something to wear, I'll pay for it." Gary tried pleading with the cashier, but I knew he hadn't gotten paid yet this month, so I doubted he had much on him. The irritated cashier sighed as she looked at me, I guess she was starting to feel guilty watching me stand here naked and about to have a breakdown in the middle of the store, that or she wanted to avoid making a scene.

"Fine, you can have some of our off-season stock, but you have to put it on right here in front of me and leave immediately." the cashier left for a bit, and came back with what I can only describe as one of the skimpiest micro bikinis I have ever seen, the top was barely two pieces of cloth sown to a few strings that were tied together, the bottom was even less.

And so I got dressed as hastily as possible before getting escorted out of the store again, only difference was that I was nearly naked this time around.

It was only when we were outside that I noticed, on top of the bikini being so tiny, it was so thin it was practically see through, the top would constantly shift off my nipples, and everyone in the mall might as well have seen me naked, and I wish that was the end of it

As we were walking through the mall amidst the leers and laughs, hoping to get out of there and cut my losses after this humiliating ordeal, I felt a tug against my flimsy bottoms, and was surprised to see a girl running away with it in hand.

I looked down at my now bare hips and crotch, still shocked, then looked back up to see Gary running after the thief, and within a few seconds, someone took my arms behind my back and tied them together, I looked down to see myself completely naked, my top gone as well.

I felt blood rush to my ears, people around me chattering busily as they watched on without anyone offering to help, and at the same time I felt my nipples were aching painfully, some juices began trickling down my legs, somehow, in this situation. I found myself instantly horny.

"I knew it was 'streaker Sarah' the moment you walked in!" I recognized the voice, it was the first cashier who forced me to strip, I felt her hands pinch one of my nipples and let out a moan against my will "I told my friend that we could play a little prank on you."

I turned my head back only to see the second cashier in front of me, she stuffed something in my mouth, it was my stolen bottoms!

The two girls began playing with my body, squeezing my breasts, twisting my nipples and fingering my pussy, I had been stripped so easily by two strangers and was now being paraded in front of a crowded mall, nobody bothered to help me, in fact, many people took out their phones and began recording, I was already a named celebrity and this was business as usual to everyone in town.

The thought of anyone being able to strip me without suffering consequences essentially flipped a switch in my brain, and I came on the spot, orgasming for the cheering crowd as my juices squirted out as I stood there in the middle of the mall.

I wasn't allowed to rest as the girls smacked my ass and pushed me into the crowd, hands began crawling all over my body, my breasts continued to be groped, my nipples pinched and flicked, my ass spanked and squeezed and my pussy fingered even more.

Just as I was about to have a second orgasm, Gary returns after his futile chase, only to see me in my humiliating state, he laughs and jokes about how he can't leave me alone.

However, instead of helping me, Gary took out his cell phone, told me to say cheese and hit record just as I had my second (but not last) orgasm of the day.

I was then paraded around the mall as the two girls proceeded to invite every other mall goer to molest and play with my body like I was public property, I wondered if the security guard from earlier would swoop in and put me out of my "misery", only to notice him in the crowd as he approached... and began squeezing my breasts.

My humiliation was complete, I had no escape, I was now the town exhibitionist, my boyfriend was content taking pictures of me as I had yet another orgasm in public.

I have to say, I didn't mind that much either.

Gary finally took me home after the ladies gave him my clothes and purse back, not to me though, I had to walk back to the car naked as everyone watched me stumble back.

We reached the apartment building, and Gary told me that if I get stripped without him around not to feel too guilty about what I'm made to do, as long as I was safe.

I didn't know how to feel about that, it was nice knowing he cared about my well being, but I just had to roll my eyes when he told me to try my best to get him a video of whatever happens.

That said, I did feel a little tingle thinking about what would happen to me.