Which was why you were glad that, for the moment at least, her social engagement was currently taking precedent. Tennis being one activity that she'd drop just about anything else for. Having spent a shit load of money on a coach and few years and having been hooked ever since. Your mother enjoying both the competitiveness of the activity and the workout that it gave her. Which you had to assume was the main draw. Being willing to do just about anything to maintain her figure. Which, even as her son you had to admit, was certainly impressive. Your mother being in much better shape, as well as far hotter than about 99.9% of other people's moms. And the tennis outfit she was wearing certainly displayed this fact. The tight fitting, plain white polo hugging her impressively large chest and slim athletic frame. While the matching pleated skirt showed off almost the entirety of her long, supple legs. As well as teasing her pert little butt as she bent down to place her racket inside her sports bag. Knowing full well that it was wrong to look at your own mother in this way, but you couldn't help it. A tight ass was a tight ass, and your mother's was certainly that. Feeling your penis stirring as you watched her. Which wasn't the first time this had happened and presumably would not be the last. Not being afraid to admit that, despite being a pain in your own butt at times, your mom was quite the fox. Having to imagine that she was a real firecracker in bed. The perversity of this thought causing you to silently chuckle as you continued to leer. Yeah... I bet she's got a big strap-on that she uses to fuck dad with. Getting the impression that, despite him being the breadwinner and the reason you were rich, he wasn't exactly the dominant one in the bedroom.
"Good. Now I'll probably have lunch with Janice once we're done, so I should be back home around 3:00," she said, on standing back up. Hastily pulling your gaze away before she turned around. "So we'll finish talking about this then. I'm not done with you yet, Brandon. Not by a long shot."
Groaning to yourself, Ain't that a surprise.
After which she grabbed her car keys, gave you one last disapproving little glare and then headed out the door. Much to your relief.
"...Thank fuck for that!"
"Why's that?" a voice from somewhere behind suddenly queried. "Getting a little too turned on checking out Mom's ass?"
Turning around and spotting your sister standing there. Leaning against a nearby door frame, with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. Which was all you needed right now. Having no idea how long she'd been listening in.
Your response to her question of course being one of denial. "What? No. Fuck off, Riley! I wasn't checking out anyone's ass." Obviously not wanting her to know that you were. Trying not to blush as you did.
"Could have fooled me," she giggled. "Your eyes were all over that thing." Telling you that, "You're such a sick freak, you know that?" In her usual dry, judgemental kind of way. Though, given what she'd just caught you doing, this was rather a muted reaction. Imagining that most people would totally freak out.
That was your sister though. And it wasn't exactly the first time she'd caught you doing something like this either. So to her it was like water off a duck's back. Not really caring. Getting a real kick out of teasing you instead.
"Anyway, I hope you had a good time last night," she then continued. "Cause, from the sounds of it, you not gonna be allowed out for a long time."
Immediately shooting back, "Yes I will. That... That was nothing. She's just acting all pissy cause I never answered any of her calls. It'll be fine." Which you more hoped would be the case rather than actually knowing for sure.
"Keep telling yourself that,” she said. Walking into the hallway proper. Looking every bit like the younger version of your mother (albeit without the various surgical procedures). “Or don't you remember the last time, when you skipped Auntie Caroline's 40th to go get wasted with your friends? She went through the roof. And you weren't allowed to go anywhere but to training for like an entire month."
Obviously remembering this incident very well. Having thought it unfair back then and you still did now. Although, "That was different. I was 15. And besides, you're one to talk.” Turning the tables in her instead. “How often do you go out and get drunk? Way more than me!" Even when she had still been in school.
Your sister’s smug little answer to this being, "Yeah, but you heard her, I'm the sensible one. And I'm a lot better at not getting caught." Again rubbing it in your face that you had.
Thankfully though, she didn’t harp on about this for too much longer. That not being Riley’s style. Instead changing tact a little as she headed into the kitchen to grab a soda, and you followed after. Asking, “What did you get up to anyway? Yet another evening of sophisticated conversation and half naked wrestling at Bryce’s place was it?”
“Something like that, yeah," you told her. Not engaging in her sarcastic little dig. Instead informing her that, "His parents are in France so he has the place to himself for the whole week.”
Which suitably impressed her. “Very nice." The two often wishing you could get rid of your own parents for that long. "And let me guess…" she added, "...Cutie-pie Brandi and the rest of her air-headed bimbo troop were there as well?” Riley not having much in the way of respect for your girlfriend. Thinking her kind of dumb.
Obviously taking offense to this and telling her, “They’re not bimbos! Just cause you’re jealous that they’ve all got bigger tits and a much nicer ass than you!” Which you were sure was the reason. Your sister being kind of average in both respects. Where as Brandi and Lana especially were really stacked. Which for you was a definite plus.
“Puh-lease! The last thing I’d want is to look like one of them," she scoffed. Before pausing then and muttering to herself rather whimsically, "Although… I suppose if I really wanted to...” Trailing off and letting out an amused little chuckle as she did.
Why you had no idea. Finding this aside more than a little strange.
“Anyway. Yes. She was there, if you must know,” you said. Causing her to tease you even more.
“And don’t tell me... In between doing keg stands you rather romantically asked her to suck your dick? That’s kind of your style isn’t it, little bro?” Being fairly open and relaxed with one another, so this kind of talk also wasn't anything outwith the norm.
"Well not everyone has the time to hang around gas station toilets asking strangers to do them up the ass. Not everybody is as classy as you, Riley." Giving back as good as you were given. Your sister having a reputation for being a bit of a slut. Even if she liked to act like she wasn't. "That what you were doing last night, was it?"
Riley, like-wise, not being effected by this either. Laughing it off.
"Not last night, no. Last night I was... Lets just say I had an interesting evening in and leave it at that. A VERY interesting evening." Smiling away to herself just like she'd been doing before. Appearing rather pleased with herself for some reason. About what though you had no idea.
Not that you were currently in the mood for any of her cryptic bullshit. Still feeling the effects of your hangover and, as your mother had suggested, needing to get yourself cleaned up. Hence why you replied, "Alright. Whatever the fuck that means." Grabbing a bottle of water, some painkillers for your head, and then making your way upstairs. Feeling like you could sleep for at least another six hours.
Which, once you'd got done showering, was pretty much what you did. Falling fast asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow.
Awaking sometime later to the sight of your still rather pissed off mom. Her game of tennis having not made her any less mad. Reiterating most of the points that she'd made earlier and, as punishment for being out all night drinking, she grounded you for two whole weeks. Which was basically all that was left of summer vacation. Finding this to be super unfair. And not only that, while grounded, you also had to help Julio, the gardener, mow the lawn, trim hedges, as well as clean out the pool. Shitty ass manual labor that you found demeaning as fuck. Especially as you had to do everything that sweaty little Mexican dude told you. The very same guy who's wages your family payed.
This naturally amusing Riley a great deal. Taking great pleasure, once you were set to work, watching you from the window, and sometimes even sitting outside to heckle you in person. When she was in that was. As if to rub it in even more, after a single day of taking things easy after the crash, she was making the most out of her freedom. Heading out both during the day, and at night. No doubt doing all the shit that you wished you could be doing. Instead of toiling away in the muck. Including going out and getting fucked. What with you being grounded and Brandi not being allowed to come over, you were in danger of getting a serious case of blue balls. Having to frequently jerk yourself off instead of actually fooling around with her. Which only made you more angry and resentful. That added hour spent at the hospital waiting for the doctors to finish whatever tests they were doing on your sister seeming like nothing compared to this. Compared to the torture your mother was now putting you though. Like she never went out and got drunk with her friends when she was my age. Hypocritical being very much the word.
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