She made me my hidden desire – Part 2

“Ok, but “I’d better not hear anyone else calling me Stevie,” I told her.

“Too late,” Sophia thought to herself, wondering if and when the right time might come along when she would.

“Like what you see? I sure do.”

“Oh yes. Fuck yes Mila,” I moaned openly, slow stroking my prick, feeling a nice fat bubble of clear liquid lubrication slide from the slit of my cock.

“Ooh…that’s nice,” she said actually taking a step, her hand, and finger pointing towards my cock. I almost wished it.

“Now Stace…” I said freezing her in place. “This is bad enough. Don’t make it worse, or I’ll stop,” I warned her. Though had she continued, I’m not sure I would have been able to do that thinking back.

Thankfully, she did though. “Don’t stop,” she nearly pleaded, her fingers quite busy now between her legs. I could honestly hear the wet, slippery sounds she was making. The sucking sounds of her pussy as it wrapped itself around her fingers, as she stood there, pounding them now in and out of herself. “Please don’t stop,” she said again. “I want to watch you cum. Cum for me Jack. Cum for me. I want to see that gorgeous big fucking cock of yours spurting a gallon of cream for me.”

“Oh fuck!” I called out. Hearing her say that, seeing her, hearing the sounds her fingers were making, the look in her eyes, that inward, soulful moment of intimacy, vulnerability when the spasmodic joy, release and rapture takes over.

“Yes! Yes!” She screamed, just as I did. Laying there watching geyser after geyser of white hot spunk leaping from my cock. And funny too. I could have sworn I’d heard a third “Yes” in there somewhere, though it certainly didn’t sound like her. But then again…maybe not. I was still too far out of it to really care at the moment.

**

Mila was running late so she had called ahead to let Sophia know she would be. I knew because I’d been sitting there at the kitchen table talking to her when my sister called. She looked at me and smiled, and then stood up walking out of the room.

“Ah…private stuff,” I mused.

Mom was home too. Obviously upstairs changing though I had just come in myself a few minutes ago, so she hadn’t come down yet. Her laptop was still on the table, and it was open. I knew she had a lot of confidential files on there, and not that I didn’t trust Sophia…but she was, after all, a snoop.

I also saw she still had a memory stick attached, so I shut that down and removed it as well, placing it on top of mom’s laptop. I had warned her about leaving it like that before, even when she didn’t think anyone was around. It was too easy to lose all that information, which she had already done a while back. Thank god for backups.

Having done that, I headed back downstairs to my room to change. It was my turn to fix dinner tonight, though as tired as I was, sounded like another one of those Pizza nights again. Mila wouldn’t mind.

I heard Sophia come back into the room just as I headed down towards mine, still talking on the phone to Mila actually. Last thing I heard her say as I entered, “Oh yeah…I see it.”

After I had changed, I came back upstairs again. Mom was relaxing, drink in hand. “So what’s for dinner tonight?” She asked.

“Pizza?” I sort of offered. She laughed though.

“Pizza sounds fine. I’m tired tonight anyway, probably even turn in early. Oh, and by the way, your sister’s home. Tell her she’s not getting out of chores tonight just because we’re having pizza. She needs to change the sheets on her bed at the very least.”

Just then Mila came bounding down the stairs. “There…you can tell her yourself,” I suggested. But Mila called out to us on her way out the front door.

“Don’t hold dinner! I’m eating over at Sophia’s tonight. We have study work to do together!” And with that, she was gone.

I got on the phone to order Pizza. Mom was now looking around like she was missing something.

“Damn girl, always borrowing my stuff,” she stated. “Oh, never mind, there it is,” she amended. I looked over, nodding at her as I finished ordering dinner.

Thirty minutes later the pizza arrived, and mom hadn’t come back down the stairs yet. I went to the landing calling up to her, but there was no answer, so I climbed the stairs until reaching the bedroom hallway. Her bedroom door was shut. I walked over, knocking.

“Mom? Pizza’s here!” I announced. It took a moment before she answered.

“I’ll ah…be down in a few,” she said. She had an odd tone of voice, figured maybe she was just tired, like she said.

“Ok, well…can always warm it up for you when you’re ready too,” I added.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said. And all was silent again.

Oddly enough, she never did come out of her room, so I figured she had simply fallen asleep.

I was in the den watching TV when Mila arrived home later on that evening. To my surprise, she had a kiss and a smile for me when she came in. “There’s cold pizza if you want some,” I told her.

“Nah thanks. I’m tired. Headed to bed. Long day tomorrow,” she told me, and then headed upstairs. It wasn’t long before I heard her suddenly racing downstairs again.

“Jack?” She asked worriedly.

“Yeah? What?”

“You didn’t happen to take my memory stick for some reason did you?”

“No, why?” I followed Mila into the kitchen however as she hadn’t responded yet. She seemed to be looking for something.

“Lose something?” Now she looked panicked, still looking around.

“I called earlier. Told Sophia I would leave a memory stick out for her on top of my laptop. She needed to download something for me,” she said.

“Yeah, I vaguely remember her saying something about that,” as I recalled.

“She told me she put it back, but I didn’t see it when I went to check.”

Just then I glanced down at the floor. There was a black memory stick that had obviously gotten knocked off the table somehow. I walked over picking it up.

“This it?”

“No, that’s moms. Mine is silver,” she explained. And then suddenly she looked up at me. “Oh my god!”

“What?”

“Was…was mom working on her laptop earlier?” She asked nervously.

“Matter of fact, she was. And matter of fact, come to think of it, mom thought that maybe you’d borrowed or taken something from her. Have anything to do with that?”

I thought for a moment that Mila was going to get sick up.

**

It was rare that mom ever called in sick. I couldn’t even count the number of times on one hand that she had in the last two years.

“Hmm, maybe she was coming down with something last night,” I mused. Maybe everybody was the way that Mila had looked shortly after that. Soon after heading upstairs to her room without a further word.

I had stopped by mom’s room on the way to class, though I didn’t dare knock, not hearing anything, and figuring she was still sleeping. So I left. Oddly enough, Mila had left already as well. Usually she didn’t leave until an hour after I had, having later classes. I figured simply she’d planned on some extra study time, with Sophia no doubt. Off to an early start. And with that, I headed off to school.

Little did I know, it was going to turn out to be…”One of those days.”

**

I got home later that afternoon, soon after heading upstairs to the kitchen to fix myself a late afternoon snack. There was a letter sitting on the table addressed to Mila and I. It was in mom’s hand, so I opened it. It read:

“Jack, I know you’ll be home before your sister is. When she gets home, don’t let her go anywhere. I need to talk to the two of you. So come upstairs to my room as soon as she gets here.”

It was a very strange note to have gotten from my mother. And now it worries me. Was she indeed sick? Was there something she wasn’t telling us? Some secret she’d been keeping from the two of us? I was almost beside myself when Mila arrived home a short time later. She looked as bad as she had yesterday.

“Seen mom?”