was that. It was handled. I never got the info and I never seen Mrs. Mancuso again. I think my mom’s ran her away but Mrs. Mancuso was married and I was eighteen so it is what it is.
“Yes Robert everything is good. I had a son.”
“That’s great. Did you have another kid?”
“No just the one.” Mrs. Mancuso didn’t feel a need to elaborate. Maybe she was uncomfortable. How can you be uncomfortable with someone you banged?
I looked down at her wedding ring. “I see you’re still married and of course you still look young and beautiful.” I leaned in and whispered into her hair. “You are still sexy as ever.”
“Robert.” Mrs. Mancuso looked around the produce area and now she was blushing.
“Renee.” I was a man now. I could use her first name. “Are you still handing out extra credit?” I winked. “I need a refresher course in Italian.”
“No more. That ended with you.”
“If I gave you my cell number would you call it?”
“That’s not the best idea.”
“I want to lick your creamy thighs just like I use to. I’m older now. Renee, now I know what I’m doing.” I smiled. I was cocky. I couldn’t help it. My ego had a zip code of its own. My head got gassed up in junior high when I realized I had a bigger cock then the rest of the boys.
“You knew what you were doing back then.” She turned as red as the apples next to us. Mrs. Mancuso was flirting with me. Maybe. I remembered how she would let me finger fuck her in her classroom after school.
“So what’s up? Would you call me?” Please, please, pretty please.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
She said that already. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” I smiled thinking of spreading her legs wide and hooking them over my shoulders.
“Robert, I promised your mother that I would leave you alone.”
“My moms doesn’t have to know about it. It’s a phone call. That’s all.”
“You always want more.”
“Can you blame me? You were sexy then and you’re sexy now. You gonna call me and hook something up?”
“Robert I don’t know.”
“You know you want to.” I smirked as I pulled my baseball cap down further to cover the lust in my eyes.
“Do I?” She tried to contain her smile but I had seen both sets of her lips burn with desire for me. Why was she playing hard to get? Was it really because my moms had cock blocked me so many years ago. I’m a man now. Mrs. Mancuso had to see that.
“So I’m waiting. I can give you my cell number or I can make a scene right here in the deli section. I’m thinking I should yell ‘HEY LADY GET YOUR HAND OFF MY COCK!” I was smiling widely and trying my best to get Mrs. Mancuso to give in. “I miss you, all of you, especially the wet part.”
“Fine, Robert give me your number. I can’t have you shouting all over the grocery store.”
I put my number in her cell phone as she looked around and prayed not to see anybody she knew. I handed her back her cell and I noticed her sneak a peek at my junk. She wants it.
“Thank you Mrs. Mancuso.”
“Robert.” She nodded.
“Call me.” I smiled and backed away while she stood there observing me curiously.
I finished shopping and went home to crash. I woke up around seven and decided to stay in for the night. My boys were blowing me up. I ignored their calls. I dodged a few calls and a ridiculous amount of texts from Selena. I knew she wanted to come over but I had just seen her. I was tired of her and I needed breathing room. She won’t let me scratch my own balls.
I called Deja and we talked for three hours. I could never convince her to go anywhere with me. There was no way she would come over so all we did was talk. It was cool. She will surrender to my charms. That’s my word.
CHAPTER 3
A few days later I was summoned to my mom’s house. I took the dreaded walk across the driveway and around to the backdoor. I knew moms was mad about something but I had no idea what, could be
“Yes Robert everything is good. I had a son.”
“That’s great. Did you have another kid?”
“No just the one.” Mrs. Mancuso didn’t feel a need to elaborate. Maybe she was uncomfortable. How can you be uncomfortable with someone you banged?
I looked down at her wedding ring. “I see you’re still married and of course you still look young and beautiful.” I leaned in and whispered into her hair. “You are still sexy as ever.”
“Robert.” Mrs. Mancuso looked around the produce area and now she was blushing.
“Renee.” I was a man now. I could use her first name. “Are you still handing out extra credit?” I winked. “I need a refresher course in Italian.”
“No more. That ended with you.”
“If I gave you my cell number would you call it?”
“That’s not the best idea.”
“I want to lick your creamy thighs just like I use to. I’m older now. Renee, now I know what I’m doing.” I smiled. I was cocky. I couldn’t help it. My ego had a zip code of its own. My head got gassed up in junior high when I realized I had a bigger cock then the rest of the boys.
“You knew what you were doing back then.” She turned as red as the apples next to us. Mrs. Mancuso was flirting with me. Maybe. I remembered how she would let me finger fuck her in her classroom after school.
“So what’s up? Would you call me?” Please, please, pretty please.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
She said that already. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” I smiled thinking of spreading her legs wide and hooking them over my shoulders.
“Robert, I promised your mother that I would leave you alone.”
“My moms doesn’t have to know about it. It’s a phone call. That’s all.”
“You always want more.”
“Can you blame me? You were sexy then and you’re sexy now. You gonna call me and hook something up?”
“Robert I don’t know.”
“You know you want to.” I smirked as I pulled my baseball cap down further to cover the lust in my eyes.
“Do I?” She tried to contain her smile but I had seen both sets of her lips burn with desire for me. Why was she playing hard to get? Was it really because my moms had cock blocked me so many years ago. I’m a man now. Mrs. Mancuso had to see that.
“So I’m waiting. I can give you my cell number or I can make a scene right here in the deli section. I’m thinking I should yell ‘HEY LADY GET YOUR HAND OFF MY COCK!” I was smiling widely and trying my best to get Mrs. Mancuso to give in. “I miss you, all of you, especially the wet part.”
“Fine, Robert give me your number. I can’t have you shouting all over the grocery store.”
I put my number in her cell phone as she looked around and prayed not to see anybody she knew. I handed her back her cell and I noticed her sneak a peek at my junk. She wants it.
“Thank you Mrs. Mancuso.”
“Robert.” She nodded.
“Call me.” I smiled and backed away while she stood there observing me curiously.
I finished shopping and went home to crash. I woke up around seven and decided to stay in for the night. My boys were blowing me up. I ignored their calls. I dodged a few calls and a ridiculous amount of texts from Selena. I knew she wanted to come over but I had just seen her. I was tired of her and I needed breathing room. She won’t let me scratch my own balls.
I called Deja and we talked for three hours. I could never convince her to go anywhere with me. There was no way she would come over so all we did was talk. It was cool. She will surrender to my charms. That’s my word.
CHAPTER 3
A few days later I was summoned to my mom’s house. I took the dreaded walk across the driveway and around to the backdoor. I knew moms was mad about something but I had no idea what, could be
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