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It was an early Saturday evening and Anne Peters was filling the dishwasher after she and her husband Richard had eaten their dinner. They had eaten by themselves since their children both had other plans. Little Cindy was at a sleepover and Tommy, their eighteen-year-old geek of a son, had been invited to eat with the neighbours in the apartment above.
The neighbours, Charles and Linda Williamson, had lived upstairs for more than fifteen years, and Tommy had long ago become good friends with their only daughter, Sally. She was a lovely girl, always smiling, lending a hand, excelling in school and so beautiful that Anne could feel if Richard had seen her that day.
They always seemed to hang around each other, Tommy and Sally, studying, talking but never even holding hands. Oddly, neither held hands with anyone else, which Anne should know since she taught at their school.
“Hi, mum!” Tommy called strolling through the kitchen with his hands down his pockets.
“You’re back early! How are the Williamsons?”
“Dunno, they weren’t home.” Tommy kept strolling.
“Just a minute!” Tommy stopped and looked his mother in the eyes like she had struggled to teach him. “It was just you and Sally then?”
“Yeah, well she cooks better than Linda, so that was quite okay.”
“But why are you back so early?”
“She said she didn’t feel like talking, so I decided to play computer instead.” Tommy continued to his room.
Anne was left wondering what she was missing.
*
Richard was taking a shower when the doorbell rang. Anne wondered who it could be, since it was well past midnight. After fastening the safety chain, she opened the door. Outside in the hallway was Sally. It was hard to tell though, since her mascara was running down her cheeks and she was drunk as a bat.
Sally noticed Anne. “Dear Anne!” She was tripping over the words. “Tell that ‘boy’ of yours, that if he can’t see what’s being served, then I’ll fuck someone else!” Sally was still crying. “I’m still a god-damned virgin at eighteen! For him, that little bastard! Tomorrow I will be in someone else’s bed, tell him that!” Sally slammed the door from the outside.
Anne was speechless, had been since she opened the door. Now the missing pieces were falling into place. Sally had made a romantic dinner and put on her smallest dress and worn her highest heels, with only one thing in mind: Sex! Anne knew that Tommy’s intelligence was lagging in the social areas, but she never thought he would be stupid enough to miss those signals.
Anne knew that Tommy wasn’t asexual, that had been obvious since he clogged up the shower-drain at thirteen. That bursa escort drain had been too narrow, but still, his testicles would have to be very productive. She and Richard had had a few laughs over Tommy’s hidden embarrassment, but she never thought she would have to confront him over a sexual matter.
Now she had to. Composing herself she walked swiftly to Tommy’s room and opened the door. He didn’t even notice her as he kept on shooting virtual enemies. Anne whacked off his headset, smacking the back of his head at the same time.
Now she had his attention “Mum! What are you doing!?”
She put on her angry voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bloody wanker!”
“How would I know! You’re the one who’s hitting me!” Tommy retorted.
“Are you gay?”
“What!?”
“Are you a faggot?”
“Of course not!”
“Then, what the bloody hell are you doing playing computer for, when you could be screwing Sally!?”
“Sally!? What are you talking about, we are just friends, me and Sally!”
Anne was a strong woman. She flipped Tommy’s chair sending the big lad onto the floor. “How can you be so stupid!? She doesn’t want you to be her friend!” Anne pushed her foot against his crotch with a little weight behind. “She wants your cock, you arse! What the hell did you think she put on that tiny black dress for!?” Anne pushed her foot off him.
Tommy covered his crotch with both hands but lay still. “But mum, I’m not good enough for her!”
“Not like that you’re not! Get on some decent shorts and brush those teeth! I’ll find you one of your dad’s suits. Now!” Anne walked out of the room to allow him to replace those ghastly transformer-themed undies.
Richard was standing in the hallway with a towel round his waist looking confused. “What’s going on, darling?”
“That god-damned son of yours may cost me my grandchildren, that’s what’s going bloody on!”
“Grandchildren!? What the hell is going on?” He was even more confused.
Anne didn’t have time for him and went straight for the wardrobe. Picked out a black suit and a white shirt. Meanwhile Tommy ran to the bathroom past his perplexed father and started brushing. Anne came back out to the hallway. “Find his newest sneakers and untie them, Richard!”
Richard sensed the urgency and went to find those shoes, still wearing just the towel.
Anne handed Tommy the clothes whilst giving him advice he would understand. “Now Tommy, you are going to take Sally, not beg for forgiveness or take no for an answer! Understood!?”
“I can’t do that!”
“You must! When did you last masturbate?”
“Mum!” Tommy’s face reddened.
“How bursa escort bayan long since you jerked off!? Tell me, it’s important!”
“Well, this morning, if you must know.”
“Okay! That’s a long time ago for a teenager. You must remember not to start the actual intercourse until you have ejaculated the first time! Premature ejaculation is a major turn-off, especially when it is her first time.”
“Her first time!?” Tommy’s voice was very squeaky.
“Yes you dope! And this is your last chance to have her!”
Richard came back with Tommy’s sneakers in his hands. “Are we talking about Sally?”
“Yes, she offers herself on a silver platter, but this poor excuse for a man decides to play computer instead!”
“So that’s why he’s wearing my best suit! Oh God, Tommy! Don’t mess this up!”
Anne straightened Tommy’s collar. “My words exactly! Just remember, you need to take control! She is either very shy or submissive, otherwise she would have taken the lead.”
“But I, well I haven’t done it before!”
“There is a first time for everything, son!” Richard said encouraging. “Now hurry up and get your woman! And don’t you dare leave her alone afterwards!” He pushed his son out the door. “That means screw her ’till the sun rises and hold her ’till she wakes, then fuck her again! Got it!?” Richard slammed the door before he could answer and turned to his wife. “Offered herself on a silver platter?”
“Yes, you should have seen the dress she was wearing, it barely covered her breasts!”
Richard dropped the towel and swung his wife over his shoulder. “Tell me about that dress!” He ordered as he carried her off to the bedroom.
*
Richard and Anne were lying very still on their bed, listening for sounds from the apartment above them. Normally they appreciated the extensive soundproofing, but this night it was an inconvenience.
“Uh! Did you hear that? I think she is a screamer!” Anne whispered.
“I think so. I just hope it’s the right kind of screaming!”
“Well, at least she is very drunk. You know, he’s even bigger than you, it’s far to much for a virgin!”
“You were a virgin when I met you! It didn’t hurt you much as I recall.”
“I was your babysitter, five years older! And you weren’t even half the size you are today!”
“Well, that is what babysitters are for!” Richard hugged his wife even closer.
The two loving parents continued to listen as they caressed each other. The sun was beginning to rise and there were still sounds coming from the ceiling. Richard rose from the bed and drew the curtains away to bursa merkez escort let the light in. He climbed back into bed.
“Richard, don’t you think we should help Tommy a little more?”
“How?”
“I was thinking that we should drive out to your mother.”
“How would that help Tommy, they already have their privacy upstairs?”
“Yes, but he needs to get a step ahead of her! I was thinking of your mothers engagement ring. Don’t you think she would give it to Tommy?”
“Oh absolutely! But aren’t we moving a bit too fast?”
“No, come on! We can be there for breakfast!”
“But we haven’t even slept yet!”
“I’ll blow you on the way?”
“What are we waiting for?!”
*
“Hi Sally, it’s Anne. Can you please put Tommy on the phone?”
“Anne! Thank you so much! He is right here, holding the phone!”
“Good morning mum!”
“Hi Tommy! Okay listen carefully: You are to walk to the door and receive a little something, then give the messenger time to get down here before you go back to Sally. But first put down the phone without turning it off. Got it?”
“I think so.”
Tommy put down the phone to go meet his grandmother. Anne put her end on speaker phone and listened to the voices upstairs with Richard.
“Come back to bed, Tommy, I need you!” An obviously horny Sally begged.
“In a moment, I just need to get something. Don’t go anywhere!”
“I won’t!” Sally said, followed by a metallic rattling.
Anne placed her hand over the microphone. “Well, now we know she’s submissive!”
“You should know!” Richard said with a smile.
“Hey! I can be dominant as well!”
“Not with me, you can’t! Not even when I was twelve!”
“Like father, like son, I can finally say!”
It took a few minutes before Richards mother sat down in a chair besides Anne and Richard.
“How did he react?” Anne asked her mother-in-law.
“He hugged me at first, oh God, he reeked of sex! Then I told him how his grandfather proposed to me. He got goosebumps all over! He couldn’t say anything when I handed him the ring, he just hugged me again!”
“Well, let’s hope he has regained his voice!” Richard said as they waited for things to unfold upstairs.
Not long after that, Sally could be heard again. “That took you long enough! What did you get? Oh God! Oh my God! Is that a ring!?”
“Lets get your hands free first, shall we?” Tommy said sternly.
It took a few moments of characteristic rattling before Sally’s hands were freed. Anne glanced at how her mother-in-law took the sudden insight into her grandchild’s sexuality. It may just have startled her a bit, Anne decided.
Tommy spoke: “Sally, my friend, my lover! Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Sally continued to chant that word for about half a minute.
“Good! Now, get down on ‘your’ knees!”
Grandma ended the call: “And they lived happily ever after!”
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