"You are? I..." I groaned as she played with my semi hard cock.

"I am, after all you're housewarming isn't complete yet."

"It not?" I asked as to my surprise my cock was beginning to swell in her hand, not completely hard, but pretty damn interested.

"Hmm-mm" she shook her head, "We have to christen the couch, and the kitchen table, and my favorite, the shower!"

"That's a lot of sex." I laughed, "I know I'm young, but... Oh."

I moaned as Allison lowered her head into my lap and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it for a moment then said, "That's okay, baby, I have all weekend."

She returned to sucking my cock and looking across the room I saw our reflection in the mirror. There I was sitting on my bed, in my own place, with my cock being sucked by my best friend's mother.

Life was good!

Sexy MILF Jasmine makes Kenny an offer he can't refuse. +«

I awoke to the sound of my cell ringing and groaning as I rolled over to grab it from the nightstand saw it was only eight.

Who the hell was calling me at eight on a Saturday morning? I'd gotten up at six to see my parents off on their weekend trip to New

Hampshire and then gratefully crawled back into bed.

Without dad bugging me to do chores or mom waking me up to ask if

I were hungry, I'd looked forward to sleeping in. I rolled over and grabbing the phone off my night stand, saw it was a local number, but didn't recognize it.

I was ready to reject the call and go back to sleep when I remember the damn ad dad insisted on running this weekend. Not that I thought anyone would call right away and sure as hell not this early, but...

The phone stopped ringing.

“Oh, too bad." I muttered.

Keeping the phone next to me, I rolled over on my back and sighed disgustedly. We were getting rid of a lot of old furniture that had been in the basement, plus our old maple dining room table, and hutch.

I'd helped pull everything into the main area of the basement and clean it all off and figured my part was done. Then dad dropped the bomb on me that he was running the ad this weekend while they were away.

He said it would be good for me to handle the responsibility of selling it, but I knew he was doing it to make sure I didn't stray too far from the house because people would be calling. Not that I had anywhere to really go these days, not since Becky had broken things off a few weeks ago.

Now I went to class, worked at Starbucks and moped around. I'd managed the weekend off in case something fun came up with the folks gone, and that was when dad promptly decided to start selling the stuff this weekend, seeing I'd "be around"

I'd just started to doze off when the phone rang again. Opening my eyes halfway I noticed it was the same number. Seriously? Annoyed, I answered, "Yeah?"

"Why hello!" A woman's voice responded, "I'm calling about the ad for the furniture!"

“Uh, it's a little early don't you think?" I asked, that was probably rude, but what the hell? Didn't she know it was Saturday morning?

"Sorry, but the ad said to call this number after eight am."

Fucking dad. I could just picture him grinning when he typed up the ad this morning.

"Right." I sighed, closing my eyes.

“What were you interested in?”

“Oh, that maple dining room table is to die for!"

My eyes opened at her words. I'd been so aggravated the first few seconds of the call, I hadn't really noticed her voice, but the way she had purred those last words caught my attention. Her voice was low and sultry, kind of...smoky, the word came to me from a story