Chapter #6Whitney comes home by: Struiner   Eric lays down on the couch, not bothering to take off his shoes, turns on the TV and checks the guide for something entertaining. After skipping channels for a while he hears the door slam and his sister, Whitney, announces her arrival with a loud " I'm home !" to the house in general. He can hear the muffled sounds of her mother through the open door "Calm it down a little, Whitney. Glad you're home. Could you help me with something please ?" Eric turned the TV to mute, curious at what his mother would say." Sure mom, what is it." He could hear a surprised Whitney say." Well, I need your advice..." the rest of the sentence is lost as they both move into the kitchen, closing the door. Eric quickly gets up and moves to the door, trying to catch a little more of the conversation. "Are you sure, mom? You need to borrow MY make-up advice? Isn't this like more up Rachel's alley?" "Well, it's just that I was planning on going for something more provocative. And I've seen how you use that lip-stick, young lady. " She says with a little edge to her voice. Then she continues, "But I guess if you can't help me, I'll just have to go to Rachel." "Aww don't be so dramatic mom, I'd love to help you. Let's go to my room, I'll show you what I've got. It's not much, but it'll do the trick" "You know you're like my little guardian angel, don't you honey? Thank you so much."
Eric can hear them walking up to Whitney's room, a little concerned Whitney is going to notice something strange is happening. "No problem mom. Now who is this secret admirer you are doing this for. Is he Goth? or, like, 20 years younger?" Eric can hear a loud bonk from the stairs as his mother missteps and stumbles. "Why would you say that?" She says, panting "Never mind, mom. What would you like ?" "let's go for porn star." They both laugh as they continue to Whitneys room. Eric decides to leave it at that and goes back to the TV. he smiles as he settles himself comfortably on the couch.
Half an hour later, he can hear Them coming down again. Whitney sees Eric in the living room and seems a little surprised he's still there. "Hey bro. I'm going out, and I suggest you do the same. Mom's got a friend coming over tonight." It wasn't really a secret among the kids that their father had had an affair from time to time. This wasn't really something they did approve of, but Whitney seemed to enjoy the fact that her mother decided to get even. "Don't look so surprised, Eric. She needs some love from time to time. Well, see you later." After she left, Eric got up from the couch to check on his mother. What was she planning?
He found her in the kitchen, leaning over the counter to reach for some glasses. She turned around and Eric was stunned by her appearance. Her clothes hadn't really changed but her face looked 15 years younger. Glossy red make-up was covering her blossoming lips. She had used a touch of dark-green eye-shadow, making her look a little mysterious but also extremely sexy. Her hair was loose, making a few of the strands fall in front of her face. As she saw him her face lighted up. "Hey honey, there you are. I didn't really have time to cook so I ordered your favourite pizza. Rachel and Whitney are going to see a movie so it's just us for tonight." As she said this she moved towards Eric and put a hand on her hip, smiling at him a little challenging. With one finger, she pushes a lock of hair from her face and looks straight into the eyes of Eric."I thought about what you said about wearing make-up. I decided to give it a try. What do you think?" "Natalie, you look amazing. I'd fall for you in a heartbeat." She smiles as he mentions her by name. Making her blush a little and moan escapes from her mouth. She leans on the kitchen counter and strokes one hand on her breasts, as to rearrange them subtly. Eric can't keep his eyes off those enormous orbs. He could see two small humps where her nipples were trying to poke through her bra. As he looked up again he caught her eyes, and couldn't look away. She winked at him and walked over, swaying her hips. "Let's go watch some TV while we wait. I heard there's a marathon of that sci-fi series you loved. Fireplug ?" "Firefly" Eric corrected her automatically, at which Natalie took a concerned face. "Oh, right. Firefly. Sorry Eric" "It's ok, I'm used to it." He smiled and sat in his usual corner on the couch. A little relieved, Natalie followed Eric and sat down next to him, her hands fidgeting with her hair. She stroked the insides of her thigh and shot Eric a few horny glances while he was zapping to the sci-fi channel. He got to the channel and leaned over put away the remote. As he leaned back, he suddenly felt his elbow touching flesh. As he looked, he saw his mom had moved a lot closer. She giggled as Eric put his arm on her shoulders. “Sorry, Eric. I just wanted to get a little more comfy. ” At this she moves a hand and strokes it gently over Eric’s upper leg. He can feel his dick getting harder and harder. Carefully Eric moves one of his hands to Natalie’s breasts, and manages to rest his fingers on one of them. Suddenly…
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