On the next Thursday, I excitedly awaited Elena’s return, but mom never left the house while Elena cleaned. We both seemed a little tentative and awkward now.
Eventually, we got a minute alone. I awkwardly stood across from her in the basement, as she came down the stairs. “Hey.” Elena purred, teasingly. She quickly crossed the room and met my lips with hers, kissing deep. As quickly as the kids began, it ended as she swept back across the room. “We can’t do more with your mother here.”
Her eyes drifted down below my waist. “Put that away for now.” She giggled before returning to cleaning. A moment later, a laundry basket followed by my mom began to descend the stairs. I looked down and hastily tucked away my dick, that heavily rented my shorts. I snuck back upstairs and took care of myself dreaming of Elena.
The next week, I talked mom into trying out a new yoga class that partially overlapped with Elena’s next visit. When Elena showed up, I answered the door, trying to be seductive.
“Good morning.” She smiled as she walked in. “Hi Elena! Um. Nobody is home but us.” I burst out and flushed when she looked taken aback.