0 comments/ 14373 views/ 1 favorites Going Nowhere Fast By: egmontgrigor2012 CHAPTER 1 The bitch, thought Freddie Johns. The young woman he'd banged overnight was no longer beside him. He felt the sheets and they were cold but then she'd been cold. She wasn't in the bathroom and he checked his pants thrown on the floor and sighed. His wallet had gone. God what's the chances of connecting to a woman these days that you could perhaps like? All the good ones were married and those who couldn't land a guy were just out to screw guys. He grinned, thinking of Carol's face when she found out she'd run off with his dummy wallet. She would have got clear of his rented trailer home and checked the wallet for her haul but would have only found two bucks and a condom. Spitting mad at such a big disappointment, she would have cursed and shouted where all the good male lays were these days stupid enough to leave their well-filled wallet ready for the taking? His real wallet was hidden in his pickup and the key to the vehicle was under the inner sole of his left shoe. Freddie showered hoping the use of a condom had once again save him from unsavory contamination of his prized extension, or the lower extension of the male brain as some babes referred to it. He packed his bag that took all of 90 seconds, had breakfast and waited for the rental lady to appear. If everything checked out okay she'd refund him the $150 bond that had been required to cover minor damage or missing items. Half an hour later the woman arrived and after her inspection sniffed, "You kept the place clean. Your mom taught you something and nothing's missing. Here's your bond refund." Freddie decided to wind her up. "Are you interested in returning inside with me and going a round or two?" "Sonny boy I eat guys like you. On your way." Freddie grinned and slapped her butt and she giggled. He knew he only had to ask her again and there was a 40-60 chance on a good day she'd lower her panties for him. But she was old, at least forty. He climbed into his vehicle and leaned out the window and called, "Have a nice day." "Gawd your mom taught you to be polite to ladies as well." Women with humor and prepared to hurl banter appealed to Freddie. But the good ones, like that old woman, were married. He was twenty-seven, out of work again, and he hoped to get married before he became too old to enjoy being married to a babe still interested in having sex and scrubbing his back and in bath and she'd screamed in delight and anger not knowing which as he pulled her into the water fully dressed and wearing her watch. He had three pals who were married and they claimed their wives hit them awake during the night to have sex. Oh boy. But it would just be his luck to find his wife's name wasn't Mrs Johns but Mrs Frigid. Freddie had called his mom a couple of days ago and when told he was out of work again she spoke to his dad and Freddie heard the heat discussion as his father said oh no, not again. Then his mom was back on the phone and said, "Your father agrees with me you best come home and we'll support you." Freddie remained aware his mom dominated his father and so had paved the way for him to return home. He loved his mom but she had been a bit much for him at times. She would have made a great Army drill sergeant. Even so he wasn't scared of displeasing his mom but he sure was careful with her because she stood six-three and weighed 220 lbs. and had forearms that probably had the power to knock him into tomorrow. He was five-eight and weighed 147 lbs. In her younger day his mom been arrested at a bar for assaulting a drunk for pinging her bra back-strap. She knocked him over a table and he slammed against the wall, breaking his nose. The two arresting cops had a hard time getting her into their vehicle and when they contacted the station they were bringing her in, the desk sergeant told them to let her go. The sergeant said no woman was that strong and the Judge was bound to ridicule the police for bringing a woman alleged to have knocked a jerk through the air in that manner. At Freddie's 16th birthday his mom became a legend amongst kids from school attending his party when fat Alfie Brewster asked Mrs John was she really strong for a woman. Annie grabbed 'Fat Chops' and lifted him high above her head and only lowered him gently when, bawling, he cried she was the strongest woman in the world. Yeah they had been great times growing up. Freddie's start to adult life had been crap though. He hadn't gone to college because his parents were a bit short of money after his father had lost money in a failed business deal. Freddie had been in and out of jobs including seasonal jobs on farms, a job at a slaughterhouse but it closed, he trained as a security guard and was employed at a bank until he was confronted by the bank's deputy manager for parking in the manager's allocated spot. Freddie knocked out the manager who swung the first punch but was unfairly fired for behavior 'unbecoming for a security officer'. He then worked at a battery disposal plant, being promoted as a foreman, but became one of the first employees to be laid off when the company lost a big contract. He then worked for his longest spell in the one job, nineteen months at a plant nursery as forklift operator but the owner found him shafting a married checkout operator on bales of peat. Freddie considered once again he'd been treated unfairly. The woman had seduced him but he was fired from the job on the grounds of immorality. Freddie sniffed. Yeah he certainly wasn't amassing a brilliant work record, but the varied experience gained had been good for preparing him for the next big thing although he still had to have the first big thing. Freddie was humming along the highway and his old pickup was humming too when he spotted a woman up ahead beside a black vehicle with the hood up, signs that something was amiss. He stopped behind the vehicle and said, "Trouble ma'am?" "It's miss. You may call me Wendy." "Peter," he said and she laughed and said many guys tried that on with her. "Then if I'm not Peter Pan I must be Freddie." "Thanks for stopping Freddie. There was a big thump and a clunk and the motor continued running normally but I was losing speed as if I had shifted into neutral." "Oh-oh." "It's bad isn't it?" "Well I'll not scare you. It's probably something to do with the transmission but might only be a coupling that's disintegrated or something like that. Look I can save you money by hooking up and towing you to a service center." "I'll drive ahead of your vehicle and attach a tow rope. I'll try to look under the coupe but it's low to the ground." "I've already done that and saw nothing untoward." "Oh brilliant Wendy. You are a handy female to have around." She glanced and him cutely. "Are you saying you are interested in me?" Freddie did a double take and said, "What do you mean?" "I don't have dates at present and haven't done so for months." "Um could we get your coupe to a service center first and that we can discuss other matters." "Yes of course. I was just hopeful, that's all, um I mean I'm not living anywhere in particular." "Right Wendy, let's talk about towing. I need to tell you how I will I signal and how you should communicate with me on the move and how you must NEVER, NEVER brake heavily." "Yes boss." "Good, I have great confidence in you and know you'll keep calm Wendy." A kid cried. "What was that?" "Oh it's my daughter Milly. You see Freddie, I'm an abandoned unmarried mother and I'm thinking perhaps we should abandon this car that I took from a guy I stayed with last night." Freddie pulled the end of his nose and asked, "Did you also steal his wallet?" "Yes." He sighed. Wendy was on a parallel course to him. She was going nowhere fast because nothing was going right for her and unless she deviated she'd really land at the bottom of the heap. She was already a criminal in stealing the wallet and the poor jerk's car. She was sinking faster than he was. "Are you really a hooker?" She smiled and he confirmed she really was pretty. "Do I look like one?" Freddie used his good side and smiled and said no. "I only do it for survival. You must understand that. I've stolen wallets before but this is the first time I've taken a jerk's vehicle." "Wendy I've had a rethink. I'll drop you off at the next settlement and then I'll be on my way." "After making sure I haven't taken your wallet?" He ignored that and said he'd help her load her things into the pickup. "Here hold this. Her name is..." "Milly." Wendy flashed a smile and said with him being male she'd thought he wouldn't have remembered her baby's name after just one mention. "I like the name." "Oooh and I like you for saying that." God she's angling for his wallet, Freddie thought, taking the baby in its car seat carry-thingy. Freddie had always been a sucker for grown-up babes with baby-blue eyes and little Milly grabbed him big-time. "She's cute." "Of course." "How old?" "Four months. Hey be careful, we'll suck you in." That made Freddie ready to run. But he couldn't take his eyes off the kid. She was smiling at him. Then the mom goaded him. "Be careful, Milly likes you." "Er I don't know about that." Wendy laughed and said that was good thinking, that infants only had short focus and not a great deal to look at so when anything came close to them and it moved they tended to focus intently. "She doesn't know you from a bar of soap." "Can't you tell her I'm Freddie?" "I tell her things all the time but she doesn't comprehend yet. I like to think she knows me better than anyone else and recognizes it's me when I hold her and she recognizes my distinctive smell." "Do you um feed her?" "You mean by breast milk? Yes. It's all she has. I'm thinking you'd like to see her at my breast." Freddie scratched the back of his neck and looked skywards and said it didn't look like rain. Wendy giggled. "Oh look there's a big smile for you and a bubble but beware, that big smile is Milly's built-in survival mechanism to radiate appeal. It's allure. You probably don't recognize it unless you are bright enough to know older females produce it when they want you to like them, particularly if they are wish to have sex with you." "I'm not that bright," Freddie grinned. "The much older females just sucker me. We better get a move on before a cruising cop stops and questions us." "Yes we must protect Milly." As they drove off, Freddie realized he was being seduced. The words 'we must protect Milly' kept running through his mind. Yes, Wendy was in survival mode, attempting to turn him into some kind of benefactor in the best interest of mom and baby. He was amazed she had the ability to switch to operate at that level; it was much more sophisticated than grabbing a wallet and running. Wendy was attempting to steer him into accepting responsibility for them. It was either that or he was dreaming. They came to a small town and he stopped by a public phone on the sidewalk. "Is this where we are dumped? He looked at Wendy and felt the urge to sweep some stray hair back over her forehead. "You'd like me to dump you I guess?" It was almost frightening. He watched her smile go and her confidence slump and yet she said bravely, "Do what you must." Jesus this babe had guts. "I'm taking you home and we'll see what mom says." Her shoulders lost that slump. "You really don't have to. I'm guessing you have problems of your own." "Correct. We appear to be a parallel pair, both enduring a bit of a downer. But that's enough of philosophy. We have to try to avoid the cops setting out after you in answer to a stolen vehicle complaint." "The only hope I've got is to run." "Or alternatively we use our brains. Do you recall the name of the joint where you were with that guy last night?" "Yes Blue Sky Motel in Wakefield." "I'll call them and tell the motel where the car is. That might lead to the cops putting that complaint of a stolen vehicle into archives. I suppose you told the jerk you name was something other than Wendy." "Yes but my real name is Wendy, Wendy McLeod." "But is Wendy McLeod your real name?" "Yes I can show..." "It's you real name," he grinned. She smiled. He lost his smile and asked soberly, "Is it safe to leave the key in the ignition?" She stared back and said to take the key when he went to make the call. Freddie made a big decision. He grunted in stepping out of the vehicle. He leaned back it to remove the key and tossed it on her lap. He called for the number of the motel in Wakefield and asked to speak to the manager. "You are speaking to her." "Did you have a guest's vehicle stolen from your motel last night?" "Yes a black Toyota. Why?" Freddie gave her details of the approximate location of the vehicle and cut the call. He sat back in his vehicle and found the key back in the ignition lock. "So you decided I trusted you and you decided to trust me because right now there's nothing much else going for you and wee Milly apart from me." He watched a tear run down her cheek as she said, "For a near deadbeat you are fucking clever." "Gee thanks," he said lightly. "When do I get to see the tit when you feed Milly?" "When we stop for food." "Nah you have your privacy. I don't want Milly growing up thinking I must have been a piece of crap." "Milly will be told you were a Highway Hero." "Thanks for that Wendy. You know, I'm beginning to think you can't be all that bad." "Asshole," she said, sniffing. They came to a river and Freddie stopped off the two-lane highway. "Give me the wallet you stole." He removed a wad of money and handed it to her. "That's eight hundred and seventy-five bucks," she said smugly. "You keep some of it." "No thanks. What else is in here?" "Three credit cards and other cards, some receipts, a skinny address book and three condoms." Freddie removed the condoms and pocketed them, placed two small stones in the wallet and closed it. He walked to the bridge and dropped it into the river. He returned to the vehicle and said, "It's unlikely but we could be stopped by cops and searched. Do you have anything else linking you to that jerk and that motel?" "No." "Are you sure, not even motel tissues?" "No I took nothing else. You know enough to be a slick criminal." He grinned and told her he'd trained as a security officer and said most bad guys were too dumb to toss away all evidence that could link them back to a crime. "I'm beginning to think you are more than just a pretty face," she said. "I've had four wallets stolen by overnight sexy women like you," he admitted. "The first babe took me for about two-fifty bucks, two credit cards and some other stuff. That taught me a big lesson. I bought half a dozen cheap wallets and thereafter would pack one of those when I left my vehicle, hiding my real wallet and extra keys, and would go into the love nest with my fake wallet." "God not every overnight babe would steal a wallet. So if you've had four wallets stolen how many overnight babes have you shafted." "I don't talk about my raunchy exploits," he said. "Go on, how many? I'm really interested Freddie, please tell me. Milly might like to be told in twenty years' time when I recite her life history." "I've never kept count but I'd guess over the past year I would have banged more than fifty." "Wow, are you addicted to one-nighters?" "Hmmm, the truth is I've never retained a girlfriend for longer than two weeks. There's something wrong with me." "You probably bang them and roll over, finite." "What?" "Forget it. Could we please get a move on to increase our distance from that abandoned vehicle and the cops and the distraught owner who'll want to screw my neck?" "I wonder if he's learnt his lesson and will have the brains to buy cheap substitute wallets." "Shut up Freddie," she giggled. "Okay we're on our way again." She looked into the storage space between the two bucket seats and said, "Milly is sleeping for such a long time and looks so content. I think instinctively she feels safe because you smiled at her and already she recognizes your voice." "Nice try Wendy. She can't hear me when she'd sleep." "Well can we be sure out that? Are you aware that Milly could hear me talking to her when she was in my womb?" "Wendy pull my other leg." "No it's true. Fairly recent research has established a six-month-old fetus can move its body to the rhythm of its mother's speech." "Gee whizz that's amazing. Um do you like having sex?" "I really do if I'm with the right guy. Why did you ask that, are you angling for it?" Freddie said hastily to divert, "A small settlement is just ahead. Let's stop for food." "I'll pay if you can bear to eat food paid for by stolen money." "Yeah this one is your turn. I'm no angel baby." "So I'm baby now?" "Um sorry, just a slip." "I bet you'll slip into me if you catch me off guard." Freddie flushed. They parked right outside the fast-food place and ate at a sidewalk table to allow them to leave Milly in the pickup. Freddie chose two steak burgers with tomato, fried onion and an egg while Wendy ate rather bland food because of breast feeding. They stopped later off the highway while Wendy changed Milly's diaper and then fed her. "Come over and watch." Freddie sat by Wendy and couldn't help thinking mother and daughter looked so beautiful, so much at peace, on the tarp on green grass with woods in the background and birds singing. When Milly was having a rest, Wendy lay her down and expressed a bit of milk on to a finger and held it out to Freddie and said, "Suck." He was up to the challenge. She asked, "What did you think?" He asked had she been picking her nose and Wendy smiled at him, shaking her head slowly. "You response stymied a potentially interesting conversation Freddie. You made a joke out of something I was feeling pleased and soft about in attempting to really connect with you. You have no idea of how to talk to a woman, do you?" "I get along all right. Women I deal with either want you to fuck them or boss you around if you are working with them." "Oh Freddie." "What?" Wendy sighed. "Women you get together with, one apparently lasting a record time of two weeks, find with you it's a one-sided relationship. Your relationship with a woman centers on parts of her body, end of story, whereas a female's interest in on the whole you and some of the aspects of your life and perhaps what you were like as a wee boy and what your aspirations are." "Yeah the can't help being nosy." "Yes Mr Cave Man and I bet it was the female who was out of the cave first because she wanted to grab life with both hands." "This is deep stuff Wendy." "Yes it is and you are going to hear a lot more from me. God I was aware men could be like this but you have rather stunned me. I've found the perfect example of a guy with one foot still in his cave." "Do you really believe this crap you are spouting?" "Oh Freddie." "Well I suggest you don't let my mom hear you say I'm stunted in any way. My mom is twice your size." "Get real," Wendy giggled. "No woman is that big." Freddie drove up the short driveway of a modest house set on a well-kept and beautified site. "Oh what lovely trees and gardens. Does you dad have a gardener?" "Yeah mom." "You talk about your mom but rarely mentioned your father." "Ah more philosophy. I've leave it and you might find out why mom is the more prominent personality." "Oh you are able to recognize you mom has a personality?" "Bitch." Going Nowhere Fast They laughed and she said he should be pleased because she could see an improvement in him already because he was attempting to project judiciously. Freddie sighed and blasted the horn. "Oh hi," said a female coming out of a door behind Wendy who'd just climbed out of the vehicle. Wendy turned and gasped. She was looking at one of the biggest women she'd ever seen and felt dwarfed. The blonde said, "And who are you?" "Someone your son found thumbing a ride Mrs Johns." Annie's eyes narrowed and then they widened when she heard a baby gurgling. "You have a baby with you?" "Yes, I'm an abandoned unmarried mother and Milly is four months old." "Out of the way girl and let me get Milly out of this dump of a vehicle." "Hi mom." "Don't you hi me, losing your job again and bringing home more problems." "Up yours mom." Wendy gasped by Annie just laughed and said, "It's lovely you are still my cheeky little jerk Freddie." The giant of a woman stuck a hand over the back of the seats and lifted the baby in the car seat as if she were handling a piece of cotton-wool. Wendy's trembling ceased. Annie looked down into the baby blue eyes and trilled, "Omigod, a baby girl and she likes me." The females entered the house and Annie said, "I'll put you and Milly in the guest room or do you wish to sleep with my son?" "It's too early for that Mrs Johns. I only met Freddie this morning on the roadside. Oh you don't believe me do you?" "I do and will continue to believe anything you say unless I catch you lying." "I've been struggling to survive ever since my parents refused to allow me back home when they discovered I had the baby. The father had been caring for us but then his parents told him to ditch us and find a decent woman." "Are you a decent woman Wendy?" "Yes Mrs Johns but I was forced to become a bit dodgy recently when the thousand bucks my dad gave me finally ran out." "And my son said he would help you out?" Wendy shook his head. "He's in trouble financially himself. All he said when learning I was in this mess was, 'I'm taking you home and we'll see what mom says." "Ah that sounds like my son the asshole with a problem he can't fix." "I'm sorry for being an imposition Mrs Johns." Annie smiled and told Wendy to relax. "I won't be throwing you out on to the street and I won't hand you over to social services and risk having dear wee Milly taken from you. There must be other ways to get you stabilized." "Milly is on breast milk and I'd like to keep feeding that way for another couple of months if possible. That prevents me from going out to work and anyway paying for homecare for Milly would be expensive but in another couple of months I could wean her and try that." "How old are you darling?" "Twenty-four. I have a degree in banking and was working in a bank until my seventh month of pregnancy. Since then my life has been a mess." "Well perhaps things are on the up for you now. You attend to Milly and come out when you're ready. Please treat my house as your home." "Thank you Mrs Johns." "Oh I had a child out of pregnancy when I was nineteen but it died at three and a half months. My husband and son know about that but we never talk about it." "I understand and won't say anything. * * * There was a family conference in the garage as soon as Annie's husband Geoff drove up. "Hi son, good to see you again," he said as the two guys hugged. "I'm sorry about losing my job again dad, they were downsizing," Freddie lied, knowing his dad wouldn't believe the truth that a randy woman had come on to him wanting sex. "It's these money manipulators stuffing up world economies," growled Geoff, an accountant for a Realtor. "Darling, Freddie picked up a young woman thumbing a ride and brought her here. She's an abandoned mother with a baby of four months." "Jesus that's the last thing we need. Are we accepting responsibility?" "That's what this meeting is about Geoff. Freddie and I have accepted responsibility but if this is to be a concerted effort to get this young woman re-established, we need your support." "And I suppose if I say no you break my arm." "Oh darling when have I ever whacked you? You are still are without a broken back and crushed skull." "Yeah, yeah. Are you sure this isn't your baby Freddie?" "Oh good tactic dad. I just met the babe for the first time this morning." "Babies cry at night." "Another good tactic dad. Say yes or no. I'd prefer you saying no so I get to see mom slug you." "Well if you insist I say yes. I was thinking of saying no. I'll make it a family project." "Thanks dad." "Yes thanks Geoff. Come in and meet them. I can't wait to see you seduced." "By the woman, are you mad?" "No you fool," Annie laughed. "I mean by Miss Little Blue Eyes." An hour later they all were chatting in the day room and watched Milly roll over. "Omigod," Wendy yelled. "What has she crapped on the carpet." "No Mr Johns," Wendy said delightedly. "It's the first time Milly has rolled over completely. "Oh we are witnessing history been made," Geoff said kindly. Caught in the moment of significance, Freddie said, "Well done Milly." Annie saw the dazzling smile Wendy gave Freddie and turned away to smile privately. CHAPTER 2 Annie consulted a couple of friends and they confirmed the fear if the authorities learned that Wendy was left to support her baby alone and failed to do so, Milly would be taken off her and placed into care. The women nodded as if agreeing that's how it had to be. After consulting Wendy, Annie got Geoff to persuade the Realtor he worked for to sponsor Wendy's application to study for her real estate salesperson's license. By the time she'd weaned Milly, Wendy had gained her license and was ready to begin work. Mrs Monk who'd sponsored Wendy gave her a job in the residential sales department. Annie, who worked from home as a personal financial consultant, having worked in that field commercially after gaining her degree and then eight years ago she left her employment to establish her home business. * * * Soon after arriving home with mother and baby, Freddie had wondered about the mess he was in. Initially he'd believed he'd done the right thing by stopping and offering to help a stranded young woman who surprisingly had turned out to be an unmarried mother in a fight to scratch out a living for herself and her baby. Then after the family conference and Wendy was told she was welcome to stay with the family with Milly, Freddie had attempted to move in on Wendy believing she'd be so grateful and willing to reward him that he'd be offered more pussy than he could comfortably handle. Freddie was aware he wasn't all that bright but he knew this was generally how things worked. But after Wendy had rebuffed his advances twice he asked did she think he wasn't good enough for him. She denied that was so The he believe she was lying when she said that after having had the baby she still wasn't physically ready to resume having sex and the birthing and post-birth experiences had taken a toll on her emotionally. Gee all she had to do was to lie back and open her legs and smile. He would have done the rest. What a selfish bitch! He decided he'd have to accept she thought he wasn't good enough for her. He remained friendly and took her out but avoided touching her and stopped kissing her goodnight or good morning, saving his kisses for his mother and baby Milly. Freddie thought about going to his mom's only sexy friend, Mrs Plank. She'd taken his virginity a month after he'd turned eighteen when he'd been called over to help her with her car that had refused to start. She'd looked practically naked, being dressed in a top and no bra with her small tits practically hanging out while her tight shorts were so tight he could see the outline of her pussy. Mrs Plank was already in the front passenger seat as he got into the vehicle and he immediately spotted the problem. She'd been attempting to start the vehicle with the auto shift lever not in lock position. She'd apologized for being such a fool and said she must kiss him and had leant over and gave him an open mouthed kiss with her right hand pressed hard against his cock. Yeah some fool. She'd just wanted to be fucked and she led him beyond the final barrier that until then he could only dream about. His mom appeared to guess he was sexually depressed. Actually it wasn't a guess because when she entered the room after putting down Milly, she asked him, "Are you sexually depressed?" "Yeah," he'd said, unable to suppress the truth and told her that Wendy had knocked him back twice. In the way women always stick together and lie, his mom said Wendy would be not ready yet to resume sex, that she'd been through a rather traumatic time with worrying from the time of knowing she was pregnant and then her plight would have seemed more desperate with the birth of Milly. His mom said smiling, "Time will heal her." Bullshit he thought. "Oh you poor darling," Annie had said, catching his look. She then grabbed his hand and almost pulled him off his feet as she hauled him into her bedroom. She told him to get onto the bed beside him and she'd relieve him. Relieve him, but how? He'd need more than cuddles to feel relieved. Freddie couldn't believe it when his mom unzipped him and pulled out his dick and worked it up into an erection. Once she had his dick at full mast she went to work with her mouth and hand and then smiled as her squirted over her clothed tits. "Good boy," she cooed. Panting, Freddie thought briefly that he had the best mother in the world. "Come back if you need further relief during this hiatus," she cooed. "Can we fuck?" Bang! He saw stars and realized she'd slapped him. "Sorry." "And you better be," she hissed. Freddie went to his room holding the sore side of his head quite confused. What the hell was the difference between you allowing your mom to jerk you off and you wanting to stick your mom? Why did people have to be so difficult? * * * The change in Wendy came the evening she ended up with her first sales contract. She brought home two bottles of wine and because she had weaned Milly she consumed some and became really animated and after dinner sat on Freddie's knee for a few moments and hugged him before sitting beside him. None of that had escaped Annie's attention and she said to Geoff, "Let's go out for a drink." "Why we have been drinking here." "Geoff!" "Okay, okay let's go out for a drink. Do you want to come with us Freddie?" "No he doesn't," Annie hissed and Geoff hurried off to get his wallet and jacket. When Wendy heard the car leave, she slipped down between Freddie's knees. "W-what are you doing?" he asked as if he didn't know. She just smiled and pulled down his zip and fished out his growing erection and spat on it. He lay back thinking well it didn't appear she intended injuring him to perhaps raise his voice an octave or two. He felt like laughing at his humor but then thought she might turn funny if he explained it to her. Just let her get on with it. Wendy was almost as good as his mom at fellatio. But from what he could remember, and passing time could make some seemingly momentous occasions grow grander, the sexy Mrs Plank had been in a class of our own, the world's best in his experience. Wendy paused in her cock gobbling to ask, "What are you thinking?" She'd only ask was Mrs Plank that 50-year old if he told her. "Er I was thinking it's good you are back feeling like engaging in sex again." "Indeed and thanks for being so patient. You can expect to really get your rocks off tonight." "Does your cunt feel juicy?" "Yes," she giggled. "Then you can expect a good pounding." Freddie slipped between her thighs and the swollen head of his cock went straight in, without guidance, just as if they'd done this together a hundred times. "Have you ever fucked your mother?" The surprise of that question and the enormity of it resulted in Freddie jolting into premature ejaculation. "No." "Sorry I erred in my timing in asking such a provocative question." "Yes," he said darkly and added, "I need to rest up for at least five minutes." "Well make that fifteen while I go and give Milly her bottle." He was asleep when Wendy returned. She covered him and disposed of the spent condom and went to her bed. Freddie was awakened by the sound of the garage roller door opening. He grabbed his clothes and looked around for the discarded condom, couldn't find it and scampered off to bed. His mom came into the room and whispered was he awake. "Yes." "Did you get it in?" God mothers could be embarrassing. "Yes, um but... I came just after entering." "Oh darling how unfortunate for you to have misfired. I'll be back in a minute." She returned and closed the door and threw back the blankets and worked up his half-erect cock. "Mom what are you doing?" Annie didn't reply and rolled a condom on him and sat her bulk over him and said, "My darling boy needs a good woman and this is when mommy comes in useful for her adult boy." * * * Freddie had just returned from yet another unsuccessful job interview when Wendy called and asked could he come down to the office and go out with Mrs Monk to inspect a property. "She never goes unaccompanied to a property and three of our team are away at a training session, four are out with clients and two of us left in the office along with the receptionist have clients either here or due." "Oh I suppose so." "Thanks darling, you are such a special person." Grumpy Mrs Monk said, "You look better dressed that usual when I see you." "I've just been to a job interview." "How did it go?" "Brilliant I thought and I'm in the running," he lied. A woman answered the door bell and she was grumpy. "You're late." "That depends how fast your clock is," Mrs Monk said smoothly, really impressing Freddie. "Well I'm glad you brought a male appraiser. I don't like doing business with females." "Oh my Mr Johns is the best in the business. I don't know what we'd do without him." Freddie couldn't believe even a woman could lie like that and make it sound absolutely like the truth. "I supposed you'll like coffee?" Freddie said yes and Mrs Monk said no. "Well I'll make it for one." "Two," said Mrs Monk. They began the appraisal. "Pretend you know everything and make it sound important; she'll be listening," the Realtor whispered. Freddie had always had a keen interest in house construction and during school breaks had often done odd jobs on-site for his Uncle Rex who specialized in restoring homes. "This place looks about 15 years old," he began. "Seventeen," called the prospective vendor from the kitchen. "Solid plaster ceilings and no cracking," he said with authority. "And the walls of this living room appear true and have been redecorated within the last year of so. "Two years ago," called the vendor. "We were tired of the original wallpaper." They went through the property, Mr Monk scarcely saying a word. When they sat for coffee she handed the vendor the list of seven minor things that Freddie had said needed attention. "The property is in excellent condition Mrs Young. We suggest you get this short list of minor things attended to and that will enhance your sale prospects." "The other two agents just rushed in and out," said Mrs Young. "And promised to get you top dollar if you listed with them," Freddie said sympathetically while Mrs Monk looked as if she wanted to muzzle him. "Yes they did and you two haven't done that... Mrs Monk just gave me a possible low and a possible high that our property might sell at." "Yes the more profession and user-friendly approach," Freddie waffled on and Mrs Monk couldn't help notice the woman listened to him intently and appeared very impressed. Mrs Young said, "You guys appear to have a better grip on what the housing market is about." "Well just talk it over with your husband Mrs Young. Mrs Monk doesn't mind which agency you chose but she does like her team succeeding to the satisfaction of her vendors." As they drove off Mrs Monk said, "Have you worked in real estate Freddie?" "Are you kidding? Who would have me? All I knew was not to put down other agencies in the hunt for the listing." Mrs Monk dropped Freddie off at home because it was late and the office would have closed for the day. Freddie went into the kitchen and kissed his mom and Wendy entered with Milly and he kissed them both. "I have a job in real estate." They looked at him as if he were about to tell a joke. "Mrs Monk has decided to employ me as a pre-sale adviser and accompany her when she goes on appraisals for prospective vendors looking to appoint a selling agency. I'm to be her adviser, not a home inspector, and so I will not require to be licensed. She says I have a better knowledge of what needs doing to bring a home up to scratch for marketing to increase its chances of making top-dollar than she does, despite her professional training and long experience." "I can't believe this," Wendy said. "I wasn't aware you knew anything about home construction, repairs and maintenance and renovations." "Oh but he has had experience, of sorts," said his mom. "From the age of about fourteen Freddie began working for my brother who specializes in home renovations by doing odd jobs to earning spending money. Then after he left home he'd sometimes worked on construction sites in periods between higher-paying seasonal jobs." Wendy said, "How much will you be paid?" "I start on $30,000 with a review after six month and will be signing a two-year contract." "Omigod, we could afford to rent a place of our own, um if you'd want to live with me properly." "Yeah I do. I kinda think of myself as Milly's father." Wendy looked at him gaping. "Well I see her every day and feel responsible for her. Yeah we should look for our own place." "And I feel like Milly's grandmother and would be upset if you don't bring her to me each workday morning," Annie said. "Omigod," Wendy wheezed. THE END