The Homeless Peeper II

Tracy and I had our schedule down pretty well. Mom left for work at about 8 AM and she drove me to college. I was going to the local community college to get my GED. Before I ran away I did okay in school. Even though I missed 4 years, I still had the ability to pick stuff up pretty quickly, so things were going pretty well. When my classes were done I’d study and do work in the library until 2 PM and then Tracy would pick me up. Mom had thought this to be a very generous gesture on Tracy’s part, but little did she know. Tracy and I would go back to her place and occupy ourselves until her two kids came home from school. Monique usually had cheerleader practice and Leo had sports practice often. Usually it would be just Tracy and myself until about 4:30ish. The vast majority of the days we’d fuck from the second I got in her car until Monique and Leo came home. I was the luckiest guy in the world.

Tracy was pretty wild in bed and was very open-minded. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t try twice. We had done sex in every position imaginable, I’d fucked her ass (she’d never done that before she met me and turns out she was a natural). I had been very innocent and na? when we first met; every new act we tried was always a first for me. It was for that reason that I was not overly shocked at Tracy’s latest proposal. We had just had a wonderful time one afternoon. It hadn’t been anything too wild; I fucked Tracy up the ass. We did that at least 3 times per week and it wasn’t getting old; we both loved it.

“Fuck, Don. That was great. It’s the wildest feeling to feel you shooting your cum in my ass.”

“It feels pretty good being the one who’s doing the shooting, too,” I replied.

We laughed together and Tracy spanked my ass.

“You’re bad!” she chided.

“I was an innocent little homeless kid until I met YOU,” I laughed and again she spanked me.

“Let’s go. The kids are going to be home soon. You better get going. I have some ideas for new things to try.”

“What? Care to elaborate?”

“I’m still planning. You just bring your open mind and we’ll have a blast – or rather YOU’LL have a blast and I’ll enjoy feeling it.”

I laughed, kissed her deeply and left. We had been able to keep our relationship a secret from my Mom and Tracy’s kids for 8 months and we didn’t want to risk anything. I walked the 10 blocks home and watched TV and worked on supper ‘til Mom came home from work.

“Hi, honey.”

“Hi Mom. Did you have a good day? I’ve made us tacos for supper. It’s all ready. I even poured you a glass of wine.”

“Thanks, hon. I’ll just change and be down in 2 minutes.”

Mom came down and we ate supper together. I made supper for us at least half the time. I’d learn to cook pretty well since Mom and I had got back together. I made tea for both of us and we sat and talked while we drank out tea.

“Donny, we have a pretty close relationship, don’t we?”

“Sure, Mom. I value our relationship more than anything.”

“That really means a lot to me. We don’t keep any secrets from each other, do we?

“No, Mom. I tell you everything.”

“The reason I’m talking like this is because one thing we have never discussed is girls. You never talk about girls at school. As far as I know you’ve never had a date. Am I missing something?”

I have been dreading this moment for 8 months. I knew it was going to come up SOMETIME, but I had no idea how I would handle it. I didn’t want to lie to Mom, but I could NEVER tell her about the things Tracy and did together. I thought for a moment.

“Is this a subject that we won’t connect on, Donny? If it is I’m fine with that; it’s just that I want us to be very open with each other. The odd time I have a date, you always hear about it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to share it with you, Mom. It’s just very hard for me to discuss girls with my mother.”

“I understand, Donny. You’re probably afraid that I’ll judge you or try to impose restrictions on you, right?”

“That’s some of it.”

“Well, you’re almost 19. You’re a man and it’s not my business to control you anymore. I can merely offer guidance. The final decisions on everything in your life lie with you and only you. How ‘bout this? When we’re talking about girls, I’m not your mother, I’m just a friend. Can we try that?”

“Yeah, I think I’d be willing to give it a shot.”

Mom gave me a big Mom hug and Started to cry a bit.

“That makes mo so happy, Donny.”

“Me too, Mom”

“Can we start this new chapter of our relationship now?”

Again I worried about how I’d handle things, but I’d come this far.

“Sure.”

Mom took a deep breath.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

“What do you mean kinda?’

“Well… uh… uh… this is really hard, Mom.”

“Just relax, Donny. I’m not Mom here, I’m Donna.”

“Okay, Donna. I am seeing someone, but it’s nothing super serious. It’s just… ah… it’s… just…”

‘Friends? Are you just friends?”

“No, Donna. It’s just sex.”

This caught Mom off guard, but she quickly got herself back together.

“OK. How long have you known her?”

“We’ve been doing it about 10 months.”

I was surprised that the words came out of my mouth and I think Mom was, too.

“Oh. So you were together with her before we got back together. What’s her name?”

‘Damn. This could get messy’ I thought.

“Let’s just call her ‘T’”

“K. Are you and T happy with your relationship?”

“Very happy, Mom. We’re both enjoying each other a lot. I’m pretty sure that we love each other, but both of us are happy with our ‘Friends With Benefits’ relationship.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.