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Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty One.
They say too much of something is annoying, well, I found that out myself when I decided to crawl out of bed after three hours of non stop interaction with it. I never thought I could hate my bed given its comforting nature and tranquility but here we are. Unmade, with food scraps dusted all over it, I detested it for the first time in years. Turns out, having a sick day isn't as glorious as they make it out to be. I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, my tired eyes spotting a yellow sticky note plastered on the refrigerator door , mom's handwriting adorned over it;Remember to reheat the chicken noodle soup, don't eat it cold!Incase of emergency, call me. Love, Mom. True to the letter, the soup sat idly by inside the microwave with another note stuck to the soup bowl, reminding me yet again to reheat the soup. I mentally rolled my eyes at how overbearing mom can be. Ripping it off, I crumpled it into a tiny ball before tossing it into the trash and proceeded to preheat t
Last Updated : 2024-04-11Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Two.
"Lay down and let me take care of you," Surprisingly enough, just hearing her say those words to me was like music to my young , adolescent ears, its ring swimming inside my neurons, down my spine in a cold shiver before encircling my heart to pump unwanted blood between my boy parts, if you know what I mean. She became this sexy nurse as she led me to my bed, gently laid me down, securing a pillow under my head before seating right beside me, her warmth staining through my sheets and over to my garments before clinging there, like clingy ex girlfriend. Her scent was like this haunting cloud encapsulating us in a welcomed embrace , sliding into my nostrils , bathing my sinuses with its alluring effect and I wanted to dive my nose into the crook of her neck and drink in the scent of her perfume. Unlike Roxie's cheap perfume, Amanda's was intoxicatingly good as I got drunk in its effects. Probably that Victoria Secret perfume I saw on her nightstand whilst 'accidentally' spying on her
Last Updated : 2024-04-12Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Three.
" Amanda, please can you feed me...pwetty pwease?" I tried my innocent kid act, lips pouted ,eyes morphed into puppy dog ones and I was pretty certain that I resembled the Puss In Boots sad face look, where he takes his hat off and holds it in front of him, his ears sagging down before his emerald green irises dilate into sad eyes. Nobody can say no to that face, can they?Amanda, our MasterChef, had whipped up an amazing meal of Chicken and Broccoli casserole. The once uninteresting cologne and eucalyptus scented candle that dominated my bedroom's atmosphere would soon be annihilated by the tantalizing smell of her beautifully cooked food. My stomach complained loudly at the deprivation of the meal , begging for me to take a bite out of it so that I can peacefully relax as it digests to its heart's content. I was never a fan of broccoli, I mean, who is? But today, I was willing to discard that pet peeve and relish in Amanda's talented chef's skills. Having set my bowl of casserole
Last Updated : 2024-08-13Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Four.
I lay in bed the remainder of the day, basking in the memory of the shared moments between Amanda , my best friend's mom and calculus teacher, and I. It sucked just how much I got along with a woman who was old enough to be my mom as opposed to girls my age. I know this might be a deluded part of my reasoning but, I felt like she gets me. Like we understood each other or something. But that could most certainly be ruled out as my raging teenage hormones. But if I was truly honest with myself, did I really think I had a chance with a thirty year old woman who just so happens to be my best friend's mother? Of course not! But did I still want to keep pushing our so-called 'boundaries'? Maybe.There's just something thrilling about the forbidden, you know? Like tasting forbidden fruits or going to forbidden places or crushing on forbidden women. For it is true, human beings are wired to be enticed by those which we cannot have or so I heard somewhere , or maybe I read it in Charli's poetr
Last Updated : 2024-08-13Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Five.
I wasn't prepared for the scandalous view that awaited my field of vision when I drew open the drapes of my bedroom curtains that morning. What lied ahead, across my room was a sight I never gambled on, never thought I'd ever behold save for the occasional daydreams I'd encounter as I fantasizied and objectified her body in more ways than one. Envisioned her in compromising positions as I painted my erotic fantasies that revolved around her seductive beauty . But all that was just my fickle yet vivid imagination surrounding her .....until today.With a casual stroll, Amanda detoured her room, going on her usual morning routine , except she had donned on a rather indecently designed silk robe, so incredibly tiny , clinging on every curve , every contour her volumptous body boastfully offered. Her curtains remained widely opened, advertising the architecture of her room , her possessions, her queen-sized unmade bed, her wardrobe that remained partially ajar with various articles of cloth
Last Updated : 2024-08-31Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Six.
" I didn't see anything, I swear," Those were the words that sprung out of my vocal cords and into my mouth the moment my feet stepped inside the class . She was seating behind her desk as usual, her gaze pierced outside the window completely consumed by her thoughts before turning to face me, having interrupted her reverie. Her coat had been draped over the backrest of her seat , leaving her in just that nice professional pencil dress of hers, short sleeved so her bare arms were naked to my probing gaze. She immediately straightened her seating posture ,a hint of caution to her aura and for a moment , she looked ...scared to see me. Eyed me with suspicion , her bespectacled eyes sweeping through my tall frame before finally settling to stare at my face where our stares met. That toughened , Icy exterior of hers, seemed to melt slightly , her cheeks blossoming with a notable shade of scarlet, flushed with embarassment from this morning's predicament. But that look didn't last long
Last Updated : 2024-09-02Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Seven.
I knew she'd ruin me for other girls . It was quite evident the moment I tried to date other girls but all felt too immature for me. I mean, I too can be much of a petulant infantile boy if I wanted to but something about my best friend's mother made me want to become a better man? Was this normal? And it's not just because I saw her in that robe. It's always been like that. Knowing I'd never fall any other women because she was still in my lufe but we're not together. She's divorced and I'm still in high school. The glaring age gap between our relationship , if it ever blossoms, would most definitely raise concerns . And I'd risk her getting labelled as a pedophile. I can't ruin her like that. Amanda had prescribed me with some assignments for the night, claiming she wanted to keep me busy to prevent any idleness on my part. Maybe she was scared that I'd be lurking at my bedroom windown hoping to see her in that robe again, or in something much more indecent than it. So the soluti
Last Updated : 2024-09-03Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Eight.
She had refused to tell me about the robe, still unable to accept the possibility of me dating her daughter, calling it bluff before dismissing me to dispurse to the cafeteria for a break, openly craving some chocolate milk that I had been waiting for since the beginning of class. I knew she would be having a very deep and personal conversation with her daughter about our supposed dating life, maybe advise her against going after guys like me since she'd already informed me, indirectly, that she didn't see the value in me as a person. But what's funny is that she willingly lets me hang out with her son , so why is it such a big deal for me to hang out with her daughter? Is this one of those things called 'Double standards'? Or maybe she was okay with me corrupting her son rather than her daughter. Maybe she could handle having a delinquent son than a delinquent daughter. Maybe then she'd ship her son over to her ex husband and let him deal with it rather than bearing the cross of ha
Last Updated : 2024-09-03
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Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Fifty Three.
" You love him, too?" I didn't wait for her to take her seat at the teacher's desk in front of the class when I spoke to her. At first, she seemed clueless as to what I was alluding to, eyebrows knitted in confusion and then I repeated those pathetic words to her again, in a slow manner, almost as if I were speaking to a child. " You.Love.Him.Too?" I repeated, eyebrows corked up, waiting for her to get the reference to what I was speaking about. " And what are you talking about, you annoying brat?" She seemed comfortable calling me names as she set her books and laptop, in readiness for today's class, refusing to answer my question or at least address the issue of what I was talking about. " As if you don't know," I scoffed, folding my arms across my broad chest before leaning back on my wooden chair. " Know that you're still watching me undress through from across your bedroom window? Oh , I am well aware of your perverted tendencies," I let out another derisive laug
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Fifty Two.
" Your eyes....are like windows to your desolate soul..." Emerald had found her , let's call it 'calling' ,in becoming a poet , deciding to sharpen her poetry skills as she recited a love poem that she'd wrote for some dude named Oscar Smithers. Unfortunately, we were her chosen audience and everything she recited from said poem sounded extremely cheesy and cringe, I found myself wincing every now and then. " As we dance throught he rolling green pastures called love, I hope we both last forever..."Tyson groaned loudly , voicing out our frustrations as Emerald concluded her poem with a curtsy."So, what do you guys think? Was it good, do you think I should send it to him?"The hope that glinted in her eyes was pitiful , knowing that Tyson was about to extinguish it in a brutal snarky comment. " That was definitely something," Nico spoke for before anyone could voice out their opinions. " It was....unique?" Jackie added, feeding me a pleading look in hopes that I too would join her
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Fifty One.
"Why do you like to stare outside your bedroom window all the time?" I could see my mom's reflection through my bedroom window as she stood by my bedroom door, laundry basket full of clean clothes in hand. I was seated at my desk that was conveniently placed next to my bedroom window, continuing with the painful task of studying when I got lost in my thoughts, leaving me to gaze mindlessly outside my bedroom window. And that's when mom walked in to find me that way. " Oh," I finally turned around on my swivel chair, to address my mom who was still standing at the door. " I was just thinking about stuff. " " What kind of stuff?" She questioned with a laugh, inviting herself inside my room before making her way over to where I was seated. Her eyes immediately fell on the books I had splayed over my desk, reading through to see what subject I was tackling this evening. " Just.... teenage boy stuff," I dismissively said, hoping she would stop with the Spanish inquisition. "
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Nine.
Ten minutes had passed. I was seated in the empty classroom with two desks, one that I was currently seated on and the teacher's desk with her files placed carelessly on top, something she rarely does, the perfect indicator of her being in a rush. I was anxiously drumming my fingers on top of my desk, a made up tune on my head as I thought of every possible outcome that awaited me. I'm not going to lie but the threat of her summoning the principal to supervise me was starting to get to me like she hoped it would and I for sure thought that that was what she was going to settle on as a way of motivating me into studying. I hated principal Angerson so much. He was like a thorn in my flesh and I dreaded everything about him, to his face all the way down to the soles of his feet, even the sound of his voice was like a tormenting trumpet of doom towards my eardrums. Suppose this was her plan, to lock me up with principal Angerson for the whole day until I finished studying as a way
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Eight.
Even in the brightest of early mornings, Amanda still managed to look like an angel who fell from the sky. Watching her stroll down her porch steps, handbag slinging on her shoulder, purple binder and some miscellaneous books clutched in front of her bosomed chest and a flask clasped in her other hand , she still managed to take my breath away. She was wearing a red, long sleeved pencil dress , knee length and her hair was brushed to perfection, allowing its silky locks to pour gracefully over her shoulders and back and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. She'd probably freak out if I ever did that but still, that didn't stop me from imagining about it. Her car was parked right beside the curb and I was standing right next to it , as instructed by her , watching her walk over to it. Her face portrayed no emotion, she remained stoic, unreadable if you may. "You look amazing," Was my morning greeting towards her and she regarded me w
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Seven.
Never in my seventeen years of existence have I ever braced the morning atmosphere before sunrise, at five thirty a m! I didn't even know that there was five thirty A.M! Abandoning the comforting warmth of my bed and covers to slowly crawl out into the crisp biting chilly air had to be one of the most painful experiences of my tender life. All the heat I'd generated that had me cocooned during the duration of my slumberless night, evaporating into the breezy atmosphere as I slithered out of my sheets, forcing myself to face the day's events. An early start was never something I'd gamble upon but here I was , bracing myself for the inevitable. The water took forever to warm up and I was seriously rethinking on whether taking a morning bath was worth my time or if I should just spray on a fresh coat of my best cologne and call it a day. The label says it lasts for upto forty eight hours. Maybe I should take the company up on that challenge? But Amanda was going to drive me to s
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Six
Another night, painfully tossing and turning inside my covers, battling with insomnia led me into a depressive mood that slowly brought my thoughts into a dangerous path of wishful thinking. I hadn't studied for tomorrow's supposed pop quiz, couldn't bring myself to stare at pages upon pages of endless volume of academic notes that would probably end up on the paper quiz. Oddly enough, that didn't seem to faze me. All I could think of was her. My teacher. My best friend's mother. And the incident. It kept replaying inside my head like a broken cassette tape, making me relive every second of every minute of it. A painful torture knowing that I'd never get a chance with her. She was unattainable but yet here I was , wanting more than what we'd ever share as far as student-teacher relationship is concerned. I didn't really do that to her as a way to get myself off from doing the quiz, did I? Or so I'd convinced both of us on why I did it. Maybe a deeper part of my subconscio
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Five.
" I'll need you to give me some space, a few moments to myself so that I can..... collect my thoughts,okay?" Amanda, completely detached from her usual iridescent personality, appeared aloof, distraught, almost disheveled as she sunk back into her seat, her eyes bored into mine as she requested. An hour hadn't even passed since the incident happened between us, the memory still fresh as it cut through the confines of my conscious mind. I couldn't believe I'd be so bold as to kiss her neck like that. We'd never get past that, will we? It would forever be a part of our lives and I knew she detested the sheer fact of having to relive that moment like a broken cassette tape. The punishing memory of her son's best friend, kissing her neck...... that didn't sound right, now ,did it? "Okay, I'll give you the space you need," I spoke, phlegmatically, the tone of understanding heavy within. " Take all the time you need, Mrs. Dawson." Her guilt ridden face slowly lit up with an apologe
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Four.
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing
