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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
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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
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Three.
This was rare. She was rare. Trapping her between my body and her desk didn't seem like a good idea... until it was. It wasn't my plan to trap her like this but it did seem to keep the tension thick and heavy, watching us share the limited air between our bodies, breathing in the sensuous aroma of her perfume, her aphrodisiac scent that made my head spin. "If you think caging me in like this is going to make me break any rules for you , Maxwell, then you're sadly mistaken," Her voice was soothingly calm and tranquil, her eyes slightly lingering on my lips before shifting those mid wintered sky blue eyes to behold my chocolate brown ones, not breaking eye contact despite the awkwardness of this situation. " I could bribe you instead," I teased with a low husky voice, leaning in to her personal space even more, resting both my hands on either side of her body, enough to really cage her in. To trap her against my body, an inappropriate move considering our glaring age difference,
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty Two.
Roxie's passing glances directed towards me during breakfast held some noticable suspicion with a slight dash of skepticism, following last night's late night conversation. I tried to avoid her burning looks, tried to shrug off her pestering presence as I politely ate my breakfast but still, I could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. " I know you're lying to me," She informed, once breakfast was done and we were both clearing our dirty plates into the sink as mom tidied up the room. " I have no idea what you're talking about," I gave a nonchalant shrug, making my way back upstairs while the ever annoying Roxie trudged right after me. " So you expect me to believe that you've got the hots for mom's seamstress? She's not even your type," Roxie argued back, her footsteps sounding extra close to mine before grabbing my shoulder to swing me around causing me to face her. Looking down at her tiny frame, her height barely reaching mine as I towered over her like a
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty One.
" Can I ask you something? And please, I want you to take me seriously because what I'm about to ask you is a deeply serious and detrimental question," Normally my conversations with Roxie never started this way . In fact, our conversations were laced with idiocy and typical sibling banter with the frequent use of heavy sarcasm thrown in here and there. But today, I decided to throw all that away as I sought for comfort and wisdom in her room. The look she awarded me the moment I asked her that question was the perfect tell tale sign that she wasn't expecting me to seek her for any sort of advice. Serious or not. " Are you...feeling alright?' Were the first words she managed to stutter once the shock had dissipated from her body. " Come on, Roxie, this is serious," I wasn't in the mood for her bantering, slomping down on her unmade bed . " Can't we have this conversation tomorrow morning? I mean, it's...." She reached over her night stand to grab her alarm clock as she read
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Forty.
" I expect you not to stare into my bedroom window this evening, or ...you know, ever ," Slowly lifting her eyes to feed me her gaze, Amanda said , her fingers suspended atop her keyboard , briefly abandoning her typing task just so that she can address me about what had happened this morning. I arched an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the last of my textbooks before shoving them all into my backpack. The day was finally over and I just wanted to head home and sleep before dinner. Everything that had happened between us this morning was temporarily forgotten , at least I thought but her parading the subject once again was making it kinda hard not to forget.The memory, still fresh , almost as though it had just happened two seconds ago , danced inside my head , shifting from seeing her exposed cleavage to the slight flashing of her pussy. A cold , electrifying shiver shot down my spine as I tried not to undress her with my eyes. " But I like the view," I joked and she rolled her eyes
Dude I Kissed Your Mom! Chapter Thirty Nine.
" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha
Dude 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
Dude 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
Dude 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
