Chapter 1863
Peter looked worried. "Mom, I told her, but Stella wouldn't listen. What can I do?"
Their mother shot him a sharp look. "Are you telling me a grown man can't manage his own wife? You're too soft. What if Stella runs off with another man? What then?"
"Mom, please, don't start on Peter," Audrey cut in quickly. "Peter and Stella have their own way of handling things. You don't need to worry about them. By the way, Mom, didn't you say you knew the principal of the town's middle school? Can you take me there tomorrow? I want to teach locally."
"Audrey, are you really planning to stay in our town?" Her mother frowned, clearly shifting her focus. "Think about it. The conditions at the town's middle school aren't as good as those at Harmony County Sunset Valley High School, and the pay isn't great. Plus, you and Jason can't keep living apart. He'll come back eventually. What will you do then?"
"He doesn't know when he'll be back," Audrey replied with a slight smile. "Mom, it's settled. We'll go to the school tomorrow morning."
Audrey's mother knew her daughter seemed gentle, but was firm once she made up her mind. Regardless, having Audrey back home was a good thing. Seeing her every day would put her mind at ease. She did worry about Audrey being alone in Harmony County.
Richard was thrilled to hear Audrey would be teaching at the town's middle school. He was about to start seventh grade, and having Audrey as his teacher would be amazing.
After dinner, Audrey sat with her parents in the living room, watching TV and chatting about work and Jason's situation in the city. Richard was at the desk doing his homework, but he listened in, thinking about how ridiculous it was that Jason left such a beautiful woman like Audrey to go to the city. He had looked at a map and knew the city was thousands of miles away. He couldn't understand why Jason would go so far. Wouldn't it be better to stay with Audrey at home? Adults' lives sure were complicated. But at least Audrey was back now.
When Richard finished his homework, he brought it to Audrey for review. She nodded approvingly. "Not bad, Richard. See, when you put in the effort, you can do well."
Audrey's mother smiled warmly. "Audrey, help Richard with his studies when you have time. Peter didn't even finish middle school, and Stella doesn't care about the kid. Richard's our only child in the family. We can't let him fall behind. You need to keep an eye on his studies."
"Don't worry, Mom. Richard is smart. He'll do just fine," Audrey replied with a gentle laugh. She had her grievances with Stella, who neglected her son to play bridge all day. Audrey couldn't say much, but would do her best to help.
Richard leaned against Audrey, rubbing his leg against her smooth one, his eyes fixated on her breasts under the nightgown. Audrey wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see her nipples poking through like ripe cherries. His heart started pounding. Besides his mother, Stella, Audrey was the only woman whose breasts he had seen, making her his fantasy. His little cock began to stiffen, and he clamped his legs together to hide it from Audrey, alternating between watching TV and sneaking glances at her breasts, feeling content with his life.
Audrey felt Richard rubbing against her and scolded, "Richard, what are you doing? Don't stick so close to me. It's hot, and I'm sweating. Move over a bit."
"I just want to be close to you," Richard said, not moving, continuing to rub against her, his cock growing harder.
Audrey sighed, letting Richard cling to her arm. To her, Richard was just a child who didn't understand. Though his arm occasionally brushed against her breast, causing a tingling sensation in her private area. It had been over six months since she and Jason had been intimate, and her body was sensitive, easily reacting to the slightest touch.
Audrey's parents, being older, soon got sleepy and went to bed, leaving Audrey and Richard watching TV. The show depicted a couple getting intimate in a bedroom, with scenes of kissing and embracing. The man's hands roamed under the woman's nightgown, creating a steamy atmosphere.
Audrey blushed, thinking the TV station was outrageous for airing such content. She quickly changed the channel, only to find an infomercial for breast enhancement products, featuring a scantily clad young woman flaunting her ample bosom.
"Ah..." Audrey turned off the TV in embarrassment. "Richard, it's getting late. Let's go to bed."
"Okay, Audrey," Richard replied, feeling awkward as the atmosphere turned increasingly suggestive. He fantasized about Audrey in a bikini, confident she'd outshine the woman on TV with her fuller, firmer breasts.
As Audrey reached the bedroom door, she noticed Richard following her closely. "Richard, why are you following me? Didn't you say you were going to bed?"
"Audrey, I want to sleep with you tonight. I haven't seen you in so long, and I really miss you. Is that okay?"
Audrey hesitated. She rarely came home since last Christmas, and even then, Richard was often at school, leaving little time to spend together. Remembering the warmth of holding Richard as a child, she softened and nodded. "Alright, but just for tonight."
"Awesome!" Richard was thrilled, following Audrey into the bedroom. Watching her draw the curtains and make the bed, his heart raced. He would finally get to sleep beside Audrey again. He remembered how, as a child, he often slept with her but didn't appreciate it at the time, preferring his mother's company instead.
"Okay, time to sleep," Audrey said, getting into bed and turning off the light. Richard lay beside her, unable to sleep, his mind filled with vivid fantasies. He imagined Audrey as his teacher, wearing a revealing outfit, her breasts nearly spilling out, captivating the students.
In his daydream, Audrey called him to the front of the class. He approached, his face level with her cleavage, unable to resist burying his head in her soft breasts, inhaling her scent. Audrey, instead of being angry, gently caressed his head, moaning softly, enjoying his touch. The other boys looked on with envy.
The scene shifted to a motorcycle ride, with Richard driving and Audrey holding him tightly. Her breasts pressed against his back as they sped down a deserted country road. Audrey whispered in his ear, asking if he was hard. Richard nodded, feeling her hand unzip his pants and stroke his cock, telling him to keep it a secret from their parents.
"Audrey, you're so good to me," Richard thought, feeling her warm hand on his penis as they rode into the sunset, the light bathing them in warmth.
Richard woke to the sound of knocking. It was his mother returning from playing bridge. He heard his father open the door, and they began arguing, his father's voice angry and his mother's defiant.
Richard felt a wave of frustration. From a young age, he had seen Stella neglect the family, leaving Peter to handle everything. She spent her days playing bridge, returning home only to lash out when she lost. He despised her for it. His grandmother had told him that only disreputable women played bridge all day, and Stella dressed provocatively for it. Yet Peter trusted her, giving her all his hard-earned money without complaint, perhaps feeling lucky to have such a beautiful wife.
Audrey woke up, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw Richard staring out the window silently. She felt sorry for him, having such a mother, and hugged him gently. "It's okay, Richard. I'm here."
She was wearing a thin nightgown without a bra, her large breasts pressing against Richard's arm. The soft, springy sensation left the twelve-year-old boy stunned, his mind blank, and his cock erect once more.
The noise outside eventually quieted down. Audrey released Richard and lay back down, turning off the light. Richard glanced at her in the dark, her breasts' silhouette still visible, rising and falling with her breath. He stared at her enticing figure until he drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, Richard woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a strange shadow on the wall that resembled a curvy woman, much like Audrey. He turned to see Audrey still asleep, her chest rising and falling, her nipples visible under her nightgown. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but lacked the courage.
Audrey's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, seeing Richard watching her. She chuckled. "When did you wake up?"
"Just now," Richard replied, his heart pounding as he admired her delicate, rosy face. He wished he could look at her forever.
"How did you sleep?" Audrey stretched, her breasts gently bouncing, almost straining against her nightgown.
"Great," Richard said, his eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight.
"What's that smell?" Audrey sniffed the air. "Richard, do you smell something off?"
"No," Richard replied, sniffing but only catching Audrey's scent.
"Could it be a dead rat?" Audrey's face paled as she lifted the blanket, her eyes falling on Richard's wet shorts. "Richard, did you wet the bed?"
Richard looked down, mortified to see his soaked underwear. He hadn't wet the bed since starting school. What happened last night?
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
