The next week was a quiet one as far as having females in my life was concerned.  All the girls had gone back to school so it was pretty much work, go home, watch some TV and read books.  It did not come as a surprise when Gloria (“I’m coming home every weekend from now on”) didn’t show up, but I was kind of surprised when Sarah didn’t, especially after telling me that she was going to do a full court press to land me.

 Allison did come home and she made sure that she and her date (not the same guy from New Year’s Eve) showed up everywhere I went that weekend.  I think it pissed her off when I ignored her.  I don’t know who did what the following weekend because that was the weekend I owed the Guard and I wasn’t around.

I had some time to think during that weekend and I decided that what I needed to do was pick one girl and stay with her regardless of whether she was in town or away at school.  Allison was out.  She was busy rubbing my nose in what she was doing, not that I didn’t deserve it, but I just wasn’t built right to allow myself to crawl to her and beg forgiveness.  I did what I did and it was wrong, but it was also a done deal and couldn’t be changed.

That left me with a choice between Gloria or Sarah and I didn’t trust Gloria not to do what she had done when she first went off to Baylor.  The process of elimination brought me down to Sarah, but did I want to go there?  The fact that she was the boss’s daughter meant that there was always going to be the possibility of danger if the relationship went wrong.  Maybe the wise thing to do would be to date some others and find someone new.  On the other hand, turning away from Sarah could promote the same danger that a relationship with her going bad could cause.  It was another one of those “Damned if you do; damned if you don’t” situations.

Sarah was smart, sexy and seemed to really want something to happen between us.  I liked her a lot, but the question was could I come to love her.  Gloria was also smart, sexy and had said she wanted me and I did like her a lot, but there was the trust issue (look at me – talking about trust!).  My feelings for Allison were strong; stronger than my feelings for either Gloria or Sarah, but I wasn’t at all sure that those feelings were love.

 Shit!!!  Why couldn’t life be simple?

In the end I took the coward’s way out.  I wouldn’t do anything and just wait.  I’d do the equivalent of flipping a coin.  The first one to make the move would be the one I would go with.  Allison and Gloria had a slight edge because they both knew where I lived and Sarah only had my phone number, but Sarah had the option of showing up where I worked if only to say hi to daddy.  All three knew where I usually spent my free time so all I was going to do was follow my usual pattern which was basically go to work, go home, and on some nights go out to my favorite haunts.

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It was the fickle finger of fate that did it.  It was a Friday afternoon and an hour before quitting time when Russ called me into his office.

“I need a favor Frank.”

“Sure boss; what do you need?”

“Sarah was on her way home for the weekend and her car broke down just outside of town.  She called me to come and get her, but I have a meeting with Phelps (CEO of the company) in ten minutes.  I’ve made arrangements to have the car taken care of.  Can you go and get her?”

“Of course I can.”

He told me where she was and told me to go ahead and take off and he would sign me out at the end of my shift.  When I got there Sarah was standing next to her car watching a tow truck hook up to it.  When she saw me pull up she got a big smile on her face and hurried over to me.  She got in the pickup, slid over next to me, gave me a big kiss and said:

“This worked out better than I expected.”

“What does that mean?”

“I was trying to get to the plant so I would be there when you got off work.  I tried calling you last night to let you know that I was coming, but I kept getting a wrong number so I thought my best bet would be to catch you at work.”

“Your dad must have ESP because he grabbed me and asked me to come and get you.”

 I took her back to the plant and turned her over to her father after making arrangements to pick her up later to take her out to dinner

And from that point on Sarah and I were a couple.

When I arrived at six her mother met me at the door.  My cock went instantly hard as she stood in front of me in a tank top and a pair of white shorts.  She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and she also obviously knew that I was coming.  Was it intentional?  If so, why?  I remembered the way she had acted at the Christmas party and again when I had picked Sarah up for the New Year’s Eve party and I wondered what was up with that.

  “Sarah will be down in a minute Frank.  How have you been?”

Before I could say anything Sarah came down the stairs.  She told her mother that she might be late and as I helped her into her coat I saw her mother looking at the tent in my trousers.  She looked up, saw me looking at her and she smiled at me and licked her lips.  Needless to say that when we left I was already primed for what I expected to be doing with Sarah before the night was over.

After dinner I asked Sarah what she would like to do and she said, “I want to see your apartment especially the bedroom and the sooner the better.”

When we got there I found a note taped to the door and I opened it and read:

“I was here; where were you?  Call you in the morning” and it was signed “Gloria.”

“What’s that?” Sarah asked.

“A note from a neighbor saying he has a package UPS left for me.  I’ll get it in the morning.”

It was nasty of me, but I had occasional thoughts of her mother as I made love to Sarah for the first time that night, but Sarah burned those thoughts out of me with the second and third times and she barely left me with enough energy to drive her home.  As I pulled up in front of her house she said:

“Next weekend I won’t tell my parents I’m coming home and I can spend the whole weekend with you.”

She kissed me goodnight, told me she would see me Saturday afternoon and went on into the house.

I woke up to the jangle of the phone and as I reached for the bedside cordless I saw the digital read-out on the clock.  It was only eight o’clock and I wondered who the hell would be calling me so early.  It was Gloria.

“Just calling to make sure that you are there before coming over.”

“Don’t bother coming over Gloria.  I’m going to be busy all weekend.  In fact I’m going to be busy every weekend from now on.”

“What?  What do you mean?”

“I’m dating a girl and she is keeping me pretty busy.”

“Why?  I told you that I would be coming home on weekends.”

“You told me every weekend, but I don’t believe I’ve seen you since you went back to school on the 29^th.”

“I’m sorry Frank; something came up and I couldn’t make it.”

To me that meant that she hadn’t come back during my duty weekend either, but she didn’t know that.

“Does that something just happen to have a male name attached to it?”

“It wasn’t like that Frank.”

“No matter.  You weren’t here so I went out by myself and while I was out I met a girl and we clicked.”

“That’s not fair Frank.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who made promises and then didn’t keep them.  Got to go.  I have to get ready to go pick her up.  Take care Gloria” and I hung up.

I looked at the clock again and then rolled over and went back to sleep.

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The next three months took on a sameness.  Work during the week and Sarah every weekend.  One weekend out of three Sarah would come home and stay with her parents and I would pick her up there for our dates and then take her home.  The other two she came straight to my apartment and never let her parents know she was in town.

I took up bowling to give me something to do on Wednesdays and I started taking evening classes at the community college.  I was happy with my job, but the longer I was there the more I saw that if I wanted to move up in the company I was going to need more than just being technically proficient.  I started taking business classes and I was even thinking of going all the way and getting an Associate’s Degree in Business Management.

My weekends with Sarah boiled down to dinners, movies, occasional parties thrown by either her friends or mine and a lot of time in my bedroom.  Some nights we just stayed in and played cards.  I could whip her almost every time we played cribbage, but she got back at me when we played gin.  It was almost as if she could get inside my head and use my eyes to see what cards I was holding.

One constant was that on the weekends Sarah stayed with her parents and I rang the bell when picking her up her mother was always the one who came to the door.  And her mother always seemed to flirt with me and sometimes that flirting almost seemed like she was actually coming on to me.

There was another constant.  It didn’t matter what parties we went to Allison would either be there or would show up shortly after we got there.  It had to steam her that I just ignored her.

Sarah and I eventually reached the point where we were starting to discuss our future.  Sarah was working on a degree in education and she intended to be a school teacher when she graduated.  She didn’t want to get married until after she graduated, but she thought that it was time to start to prepare her mother.  When I asked why she said the more time her mother had to plan the wedding the better and while Sarah didn’t say it outright telling me that it was time to prepare her mom was also her way of telling me that it was time for me to shit or get off the pot.  I knew what she was saying so during the week while she was in school I picked out a ring and that Friday evening when she came home I proposed.

Of course telling her mother also meant telling mine.

I’d taken Sarah home to meet my parents and while my dad gave me a big smile and a ‘thumbs up’ my mom wasn’t as enthusiastic.  She was cordial, but it was obvious that she was disappointed in me and I knew it was because I wasn’t with Allison.  Telling my mom that I was now engaged, and not to Allison, was difficult for me.  Mom took it like I expected.  I could tell she wasn’t happy, but she accepted it.

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Two weeks after Sarah informed her parents I had a visitor.  It was on a Monday about an hour after I had gotten home from work.  The door bell rang and when I opened the door Mrs. Backman was standing there.  She was wearing a mini-skirt, a low cut blouse and four inch heels.  I went instantly hard.

“Surprised honey?  Going to invite your future mother-in-law in?”

I stepped aside and she walked in.  She walked over to the couch and sat down and patted the cushion next to her in invitation.  I sat down and she gave me an appraising look for a couple of seconds and then she said:

“You are probably wondering why I am here; am I right?”

I nodded a yes.

“Like most mothers I want what is best for my baby.  Sarah thinks that is you, but Sarah is young and impressionable.  As a concerned mother I need to be sure that she isn’t making a mistake.  You do understand that, right?”

  I nodded a yes.

“You know what I’ve learned over the years?  I’ve learned that you can trace the reason for marriages that fail to the bedroom.”

As she was saying this she leaned toward me and her blouse gaped open a bit and I saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  My cock was threatening to rip through my pants.  In a breathy voice she said:

“I don’t want my daughter’s marriage to fail Frank honey and the best way to see that it won’t is to make sure she gets the right man.”

She put her hands on my head and pulled me toward her.  Her lips touched mine and her tongue darted into my mouth.  Her hands let go of my head and went around me and she kept her lips against mine as she pulled us closer together and when we were chest to chest her right hand went down to the tent in my pants.  She stroked the tent pole a couple of times and with her tongue working in my mouth her hands went to my belt buckle and then my zipper.  As one hand worked my cock out into the open the other took my right hand and carried it up under her skirt.  Not only was she not wearing a bra, she didn’t have on any panties.  She got my hand against her pussy and then let go of it.  I knew what was expected of me and my fingers went to work.

Did I think of Sarah as all this was happening?  Sarah who?  Mrs. Backman had my cock out and pointed at the ceiling.  She ran her hand up and down it a couple of times and then she broke the kiss, swung over me and guiding me with one hand she sat down on my cock.

“Oh yeah Frankie baby” she moaned as she took me in, “Fuck me baby, fuck your mommy in law.”

I pushed up, but I didn’t fuck her – she fucked me!  She rode me up and down and the entire time she moaned in my ear:

“Fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck mommy, do mommy good baby, oh yeah Frankie baby, fuck mommy.”

Her mouth found mine and her tongue fucked my mouth while she fucked herself on my cock.  I’d spent the weekend with Sarah trying to fuck me to death and it hadn’t been eighteen hours since she went back to school so it was taking ‘mommy’ a long time to get me off, but I didn’t think getting me off really mattered to her.  She was getting off and I was guessing that is all that really mattered.  She got me to where I needed – really needed – to get my nut so I pushed her off me and she screamed:

“What are you doing?  Fuck me damn you, fuck me!”

I pulled her down on the floor and onto her back.  I moved between her legs and pushed into her cunt and then I pounded her.  I was nailing her hard and fast and she was crying, “Oh yes, oh God yes, fuck me fuck me fuck meeee…” 

I did and I did it as hard as I could.

“Oh yes baby yes; fuck mommy baby, fuck mommy.”

I was on the ragged edge of cumming, but was still in control enough to say:

“I’m gonna cum; are you protected?”

“In me baby, I want it in me.  Cum in mommy baby, cum in mommy.”

As I pumped my sperm into her I had a weird thought.  What if she wasn’t protected and I got her pregnant and then married her daughter and got her pregnant right away.  Wife and mother-in-law carrying my babies at the same time.  How far out would that be?

When I was drained I started to pull out, but Mrs. Backman clutched me and held me in place as she worked at catching her breath.  Finally, when I was a soft as a cooked noodle, her arms and legs fell away.  I got up and looked down at her as she looked up at me.  She smiled.

“Not bad baby, not bad at all.  Surprised to find out your new mommy-in-law is a cock loving slut?”  Before I could answer she said, “Of course you aren’t.  You knew it when you pushed your cock into my leg at the Christmas party and I didn’t pull away.  The question is can you handle the two of us?  Sarah and me?”

She got up on her knees and reached for my soft cock.  It twitched as her hand wrapped around it and she giggled.  “I think it likes me.  I think it likes mommy.”  She leaned forward and took me in her mouth.  A she licked and sucked on me I had another weird thought.  If Allison and I had stayed together would Mrs. Ames ever do to me what Mrs. Backman was doing?

“Mommy” got me up again and then said, “Can we try a bed for the next one?”

As she slipped her clothes back on she said, “Russ bowls on Monday and Thursday and on Wednesday he goes to meetings of the Fraternal Order of Eagles.  I have to be home to have dinner ready for him, but I’ll be here by six-thirty.  Now give mommy a kiss.”

She tried to touch the backside of my belly button with her tongue and then she was out the door and gone.

When she was gone I poured myself a stiff drink and sat down on the couch.  As I sipped the drink I thought over what had just happened.  There was no denying that Vangie (she told me that she was either Vangie or ‘mommy’ to me when we were alone) had turned me on from the day we met, but never in my wildest dreams, fantasies or flights of imagination had I ever expected what had just happened to occur.  And if I understood correctly what she had said it was going to happen again on Wednesday and Thursday.  Oh man! 

As I finished my drink I had another thought.  As much as I had sweated over what Russ might do to me because of his daughter now I had to sweat over his wife too.  But damn!  The woman was a major turn on and superb pussy.

And there was one more disturbing thought as I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling trying to fall asleep.  It was the realization that I was a dyed in the wool asshole.  I had screwed Gloria while Allison was gone; I had screwed Sarah while Gloria was gone and now I had screwed around on Sarah behind her back and with her own mother no less.  Add to that I was also stabbing my boss in the back by fucking his wife.  I fell into a troubled sleep.

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Tuesday morning as I was walking to my test bench Russ stuck his head out of his office and said:

“I need to see you Frank.”

Can you say panic?  He knew! 

He knew what had happened at my place the previous night.  I hesitated.  If I went into his office the best he could do was fire me and the worst would be killing me.  I thought of running for the door and avoiding either outcome, but then I thought “You might be an asshole Frank, but you don’t have to be a cowardly one.”  I took a deep breath and then went into his office to face him.

Russ pointed at a chair and told me to take a seat.  I sat down and looked at him.  He sat on the other side of his desk looking at me and the one thing that registered was that there was no anger in his face.  I didn’t see any murderous intent.

“You have been a good technician Frank and I hate to lose you, but, and I’m sure that you will understand, we just can’t work together any more.”

I was amazed at how calm he was taking it.  I went bananas over Allison just dating another guy when I was gone and here was Russ being calm even though I had fucked both his wife and his daughter.  I sat there waiting for him to tell me to go to personnel and pick up my final check when he said:

“You have some time yet before you have to make your move.  The Policy and Procedures Manual doesn’t say anything about relatives working for the company it only says that a relative can’t work under the supervision of another relative and we won’t be related until you and Sarah are actually married so you have months yet to go through job postings on the company’s internal website to find something that you might want to put in for.”

Sweet Jesus!!  He didn’t know!  Relief flooded through me as he went on:

“I figure that by telling you now you will have some time to pick and chose instead of having to take what’s there when the wedding comes and you have to move.”

Feeling a whole lot better knowing that I wasn’t going to be fired or killed I jokingly said;

“Or I can stay here and you can change jobs.  You would make a good division manager or go big and try for VP.”

“Wise ass.  Get out of here and get to work.”

The day flew by and I don’t think I got much out of my classes that night because I wasn’t thinking of much other than Vangie and wondering if she would actually come to my place again on Wednesday.

Wednesday was a difficult day for me.  I had a lot to do during the day and I tried to get it done without looking at the clock every five minutes to see how closer I was to quitting time.  Would Vangie really come over?  I half wished that she wouldn’t and half prayed that she would.  It was a weird feeling wanting and not wanting at the same time.  I knew I was flirting with disaster if by some chance we were ever found out and God knew I didn’t want that, but she was a woman – a sexy, beautiful woman – and she wanted me!  Why?  I had no idea, but the fact that she did made me feel like the world’s greatest stud.  Vangie could have had any man that she wanted and she could have gotten him with the mere crook of a finger, but she wanted me!  I know I was cheating on Sarah, but I didn’t care.  Sarah was a beautiful and sexy young girl, but Vangie was a WOMAN!

I was first in line at the time clock for the first time since I had been hired and I left the parking lot like I was competing in the Daytona 500.  When I got home I showered, put on some cologne that I had gotten on my birthday or maybe at Christmas but had never worn and then put on a robe and waited to see if Vangie would show up.

As I sat waiting I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to go bowling.  I dug around until I found the number for my team captain and called him to let him know I couldn’t make it and that he would need to find a substitute for me.

I sat down in front of the TV and flipped through channels while watching the clock.  Finally at six-twenty the doorbell rang and I rushed to the door and opened it to find Vangie standing there in low cut top, mini skirt and four inch ‘come fuck me’ heels.  As I took in the instant hard on generating sight I would have bet my next paycheck that there was no bra or panties under the outfit.

“Hi baby” she said as she walked into the apartment, “Are you ready for mommy?”

I no sooner closed the door and she had me in her arms and her tongue was pushing at the back of my throat.  I returned the kiss and when she ran her hand down my stomach and started to rub my hard cock I slid a hand inside her top and began rolling a nipple between my fingers.  She broke the kiss and said:

“Oh you naughty boy.  When guys play with my tits it makes me think they want to do nasty things to me.  Do you want to get nasty with mommy?”

“I want to fuck mommy.  Right now!  Here!”

Vangie laughed and got down on the floor in front of me.  She pulled her skirt up and I saw that I had been right about her not wearing panties.  I’ve always been turned on by nylons, garter belts and high heels, but just then I thought Vangie’s bare legs and four inch come fuck me’s were the sexiest thing ever.

“Come on baby, kiss it.  Kiss it and then you can fuck it.”

I stood there looking down at her as I let my robe fall from my shoulders to the floor and she whispered:

“Hurry baby, hurry.  Mommy needs it.  Mommy needs it bad.”

I got down and kissed her pussy and then I licked it.

“Oh yeah baby; eat mommy’s pussy.  Eat mommy baby, eat mommy.”

I licked and sucked her pussy until she moaned, “Now baby, now.  It’s time to fuck mommy.”  I moved up and lanced into her and she cried out, “Fuck yes!  Fuck mommy baby, Fuck mommy hard.”

She had at least one orgasm before I came and as soon as I was out of her she had me in her mouth.  As soon as she had me hard she panted:

“Bed!  Now!”

We fucked three times before she had to leave and I honestly didn’t want her to leave.  I wanted her to say “I’m yours from now on and I’ll never leave you” even though I knew it was the biggest of all pipe dreams.  I got one last hot kiss before she left with:

“Same time tomorrow baby.  Be ready for mommy.  We don’t want to waste time on unnecessary things like undressing.  Mommy’s got something special in mind for you tomorrow baby.  Take your vitamins.”

I almost told her that we couldn’t get together tomorrow because I had class, but then I decided that I would cut classes for another night with Vangie.

When she arrived Thursday night I greeted her naked.  She was dressed the same as the previous night and she went from the front door straight to the bedroom and I followed along behind her like an eager little puppy.  She shed her top and mini skirt and got down on the bed.

“Come here baby; lick mommy’s pussy and get mommy ready.”

I did it and worked on her for several minutes and then she got up on her hands and knees.

 “You know what mommy wants baby.  Do it; give mommy what she wants.”

I fucked her hard and gave her two orgasms before I came and then she spun around and took me in her mouth.  When I was hard again she told me to hand her her purse from the dresser.  She took something out of the purse and handed it to me.  It was a bottle of KY Lotion.

“Mommy wants her butt fucked baby” and she got back on her hands and knees.  Using the KY I worked on her butt hole until I could work two fingers into her easily and then I lubed my cock and pressed against the target.

“Do it baby, do it!  Fuck mommy’s ass.  Push your hard cock into mommy’s tight ass.”  I worked it in as she moaned, “Yeah baby, yeah.  Push baby, fuck mommy’s ass.  Fuck mommy’s tight ass.”

I buried a load in Vangie’s butt and then she took me into the bathroom, washed my cock and then got down on her knees and sucked me hard again.  The last time was missionary with her legs up on my shoulders and with her screaming at me to “Fuck mommy.”

As she was getting ready to leave she said, “Russ has something going on this Saturday and I may be able to get over here for a couple of hours.  Will you be home?”

Sarah would be coming home on the weekend and her parents still didn’t know that she came home every weekend so I said:

“I have something going all weekend and I won’t be home until late Sunday.”

“And you won’t give it up even for mommy?”

“I can’t; not on such short notice.”

“Maybe next weekend?”

“Sarah will be home that weekend.”

“Oh pooh!  I guess you will just have to take a lot of vitamins so you can keep up with me on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday.”

I’d already made up my mind to give up bowling if Vangie was going to keep coming over, but I couldn’t give up classes.  I was two thirds of the way through the courses and too close to being finished to drop out so I took a deep breath and said:

“I can’t do Thursday, at least not until the end of this term.  If I dropped out now I’d lose the tuition and the credits.”

She gave me a look that I couldn’t decipher and then she left without another word.  I wondered if she would be back or if I’d just had the last of her fantastic pussy and tight butt.

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Friday morning Russ called me into his office. “About what we talked about earlier; you know, having to change jobs?  I was having lunch with John Corkle yesterday and he told me he has an opening in Division Three that he hasn’t posted yet.  I told him about you and our problem and he said to send you over to see him.”

I went and saw Corkle and then I went back to my work area and told Russ that I had the job and told him that Corkle said that he would call Russ and discuss the mechanics of the transfer.  At four Russ told me that I would start work in Division Three on Monday and he wished me luck.

     When I got home from work I found Sarah waiting for me and I thought that maybe it was time to give her a key.  She was hungry so I took a quick shower and we went out to get a bite to eat.  After a leisurely meal we went back to the apartment and watched some TV until she reached over and ran her hand up my leg.  I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom which is pretty much where we stayed except for meals showers and a little card playing until she left for school on Sunday.

Monday I was in the middle of fixing myself some dinner when the doorbell rang.  It was Vangie and she was dressed in what I had come to call her “slut suit” which was a low cut top, mini skirt and CFMs.  She walked in and said:

“You aren’t ready for me baby?”

“To be honest I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“And why would you think that?”

“The rather cool look you gave me and the way you left when I said I couldn’t do Thursday or the weekend.”

“Of course I was upset baby.  You said no to mommy and mommy doesn’t take rejection well.  Why do you still have your pants on?”

“Let me turn off the stove and I’ll correct that.”

Vangie stayed until ten and when she left I was famished.  Keeping up with her helped me work up an appetite and as I ate I wondered about Vangie and what was going on.  Why was she doing it?  I know what she told me the first time, but if that was true why was she still doing it after finding out I could perform well enough to be suitable for her daughter?  And how long did she intend to keep on doing it?  To be honest I wouldn’t mind if she never stopped.  To be brutally honest if she wasn’t married and I had a choice between Vangie or Sarah I’m sure that I would have gone with Vangie if she wasn’t a cheater.  Even though I was young and not all that worldly I’d still heard that “Once a cheater always a cheater.” 

And then I stopped and pondered that.  What did that say about me?  I’d cheated on Allison and now I was cheating on Sarah.  Did that mean I would always cheat if the opportunity presented itself?  Was I capable of being faithful once I was married?  Fuck!!!  I was too young to be weighted down with thoughts like that.

I was naked and waiting when Vangie arrived on Wednesday and as usual just the thought of her going to be there had me hard as an iron bar.  A fact that she noticed as soon as I opened the door and she used it as a leash to lead me to the bedroom where we engaged in hot sex until she had to leave.  As she was dressing she said:

“Russ is going to a symposium on semi-conductors next week.  He will be gone all week and won’t be home until Friday sometime.  Mommy will be all alone.  Any chance you could spend the night with me?  It will have to be at my place.  I need to be there because he calls every night.  Please say yes baby.”

“What night?”

“Why not all of them?  Make mommy happy and say yes baby.  Please?”

The rest of the week went fast and I spent a very good weekend with Sarah.  It was an odd thing.  The more time I spent with her mother the closer I seemed to come to Sarah and the more I wanted to be with her.  Since it was her official ‘home’ weekend she spent Friday and Saturday nights sleeping at her parent’s house, but we still spent a significant amount of time at my place and a good part of that time was spent in the bedroom.  I couldn’t seem to get enough of Sarah.  I just couldn’t understand the pull that Sarah and her mother had on me.

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Monday I rang the bell at Vangie’s and it was like she wanted to establish a tradition.  Just as I met her at the door naked when she came to my place she greeted me in nothing but her ‘come fuck me’ heels and she met me that way all four nights.

Waking up in the morning with Vangie was an experience in itself.  She woke up before I did and then she woke me up by either fondling my cock or sucking on it.  When I was hard enough to suit her she mounted me and rode me cowgirl until we both got off and then she pulled me into the shower with her.  Doing each other’s backs – and fronts – always seemed to lead to a resurrection of my cock and once that happened ‘mommy’ always wanted it and when in the shower ‘mommy’ always wanted it in her ass.

Each night I was there Russ called and when he did, no matter where we were or how close to cumming we were, Vangie made me stop and pull out and sit quietly on the bed until the call was over.  There were a lot of “I love you’s” and “I miss you’s” and several “I wish you were here with me now’s” and Vangie seemed like she was meaning every word she said.  If that was the case why was I sitting on the bed?  Why was she coming to my apartment?

As I was getting ready to leave Vangie asked, “Any chance you can fit mommy in for an hour or so tomorrow around two?”

I was all set to lie to her and tell her I would be out of town, but at the last minute I decided that it would be best to be straight with Vangie.  If I kept trying to juggle her and Sarah it was bound to blow up in my face sooner or later.  I could just see Vangie swinging by my place on a weekend when I told her I would be gone and end up with her seeing me with Sarah.  If her mother wouldn’t keep quiet about it Sarah would be pissed at me, but I figured I could work by it.  So I sucked it up and told Vangie about how Sarah scheduled her weekends.

“I’m sure she doesn’t want you to know because she doesn’t think knowing that she sleeps with me on weekends will sit well with you and Russ.”

I could pretty much tell from the look on her face that what I’d just told her in fact didn’t set well with her, but all she said was:

“I knew you were probably having sex with her when you dated, but I didn’t know it was that often.”

There was a slight pause and then she said, “So I won’t see you until Monday?”

I nodded and she shrugged, kissed me and left.

I had a great weekend with Sarah, but did occasionally have a thought or two about what my relationship with Vangie was going to be like when Sarah and I were married.  Would Vangie expect that we would keep on going -  finding some time here and there?  As Sarah was leaving she told me that she would see me next weekend and I had to remind her that it was my weekend with the Guard.

“How long do we have to put up with that crap?”

“Two more years.”

“What in the hell made you get into that in the first place?”

I shrugged and said, “It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

I didn’t tell her that I’d been thinking of staying on when my current enlistment ended.  I might have to rethink that after we were married.

Monday and Wednesday with Vangie were as hot and nasty as ever and there was no mentions of my weekends with Sarah.

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Monday night Vangie was waiting for me in the parking lot when I got home from work and we had another night of hot and nasty sex.

Tuesday I skipped school and got together with some friends and we shot some pool and then ended up at Harry’s Malt Shop.  While we were sitting there Allison and two of her girlfriends came in.  Allison noticed me and took a seat where she could see me and then tossed nasty glances at me until my friends and I got up and left.

Wednesday was more hot and nasty sex with a lot of “Fuck mommy baby” and “Fuck mommy’s ass baby, fuck it hard” bouncing off the walls.

Thursday was mid-terms and Friday I left work and drove to Camp Forester to do my monthly weekend with the Guard.

Monday I rushed home from work, showered and put on a robe that I could discard as soon as I saw Vangie pull into the parking lot.  For the next two hours I kept walking to the window to look for her, but she never showed up.  She didn’t show up Wednesday either.  Oh well, I thought, it had to end sometime, but I would have liked it to last at least until Sarah and I were married.

Friday I fixed dinner and waited for Sarah to arrive.  We would eat in and then play some cards or watch TV until Sarah let me know it was time to head for the bedroom.  I did feel a little guilty knowing that Sarah would be taking care of the sexual frustration caused by her mother not showing up during the week.

Eleven p.m. arrived without Sarah showing or calling and I wondered if something had happened to her.  If it was car trouble I was sure that she would have called.  Sarah had a key so I went to bed thinking that she would be there in the morning when I woke up.  She wasn’t, but she did show up at ten,

She wasn’t smiling and she turned her head when I went to kiss her and when I tried to hug her she pushed me away.

“What’s wrong Sarah?”

“You are what is wrong.”

I looked at her confused and she said, “Remember back when we discussed tests?  I told you that you had passed the ‘take care of Sarah’ test and the ‘sexual compatibility’ test and you asked if there were any more and I told you there was one more.  Remember?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Well you failed that test Frank.”

“I don’t understand.  What test?”

“My mother is one sick lady.  Every boyfriend I’ve ever had has been hit on by my mother.  And she always – always Frank – tells me about it.  Sometimes she tells me that she does it because most marriages fail in the bedroom and she doesn’t want that to happen to me so she checked the guy out to make sure he was suitable.  Sometimes she does it to see if he will cheat on me because once a cheater always a cheater and if he will cheat on me with my own mother he will cheat with anybody once we are married.  That was the test Frank.  You needed to shut down my mother and you didn’t.”

She took her ring off of her finger and dropped it on the floor and then she took the key I had given her to the apartment off of her key ring and dropped it on the floor next to the engagement ring.  She turned and headed for the door.  She opened the door and turned to face me and said:

“On the plus side mother did give you rave reviews on your bedroom behavior.  Too bad you are a cheating asshole.”

She turned and walked out closing the door behind her.  I never saw her or her mother again until the company Christmas party where they both pointedly ignored me although Sarah did throw some nasty looks at my date, but if Gloria noticed she didn’t say anything about it.

Gloria?  Yeah; she was back.

To be continued.