Corruption of a Family (Part 4 of 5)

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Mrs. Thompson and I didn't commit the act in my bedroom. Her daughter's was adjacent to mine and the last thing a married woman needs is one of her children asking why it sounded like mom was having sex when dad was 1,000 miles away. Explaining why it sounded as if it was coming from my room wouldn't have made things any easier.

Was I about to be a participant in this -- with a married 37 year old woman who was supposed to be providing me a home as a favor for my own mother? Your damned right I was. And I did. We did. I had just hoped she would wash her sheets before the aforementioned spouse returned home from his trip. I had just spent the last four months of my life in a disciplinary boot camp and I am expected to pass on random inebriated sex? I hope you'll all forgive me for indulging.

My life amongst the Thompsons didn't change much following my seduction. However, I must admit that the next morning was a tad odd. I had woken up in my own bed(that was definitely her suggestion as I had been a sloppy mess and would have never come up with such a profound idea to avoid discovery)which at first led me to believe it was all just some crazy dream. I can remember thinking that if it had been a dream then I might just have to test my charm on Mrs. Thompson and see where it got me in real life.

Stepping from the confines of my room I could already hear the MILF from my apparent fantasy tip-tapping away at her laptop. As I descended the stairs into the living room she glanced up from her labors with a look from a woman I wasn't so sure I had ever been the recipient of. It wasn't love, lust, disbelief, or even astonishment. It was plain admiration...well, and maybe a little bit of "misguided" love. The look scared me while my pride welled. I was now definitely assured that the act had been no dream. What the fuck was going to happen next and where would this end?

A bagel had never been so difficult to consume. I could have definitely used some of that fancy strawberry cream cheese to help wash it down my shock-dried palate. Mrs. Thompson sat quiet across from me, eyes again glued to her work. It was time for me to start getting ready and maybe I would be spared the "talk". Finishing up my breakfast, a sardonic smile crept to the corners of my mouth and I informed her I was going to jump in the shower and then head on to work. She replied with a nod and knowing smile.

I sprinted up the stairs(I don't think I could have gotten away from her fast enough)and stripped for my shower as quickly as I had the night prior. Before I could get redressed, ready, and out the door, Mrs. Thompson had left. Looking back I think she did it on purpose to avoid the awkwardness of it all. She for sure displayed to me the maturity and understanding of older women. She had put it on me and I might just need some recovery time. I would have all day at work to think about our new arrangement. She hadn't seemed worried at all. (Click here to subscribe to my feed!)