Jenny's Tutor
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
18,533
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about sex between adults and minors, aged 6-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 1
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 1
Mrs. Spencer was folding laundry on the dining room table when she heard the front door open.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Hi, Marcus. Did you have a good day." She put the last of her husband's boxers in a neat pile and walked into the living room. There was her son just about to go up the stairs with his arm around a lovely blond's shoulder. "Oh, Hi, Yolanda."
"Hi, Mrs. Spencer." The two females, who'd only met two weeks before, liked each other. Yolanda found her boy friend's mother a real Mrs. Cleaver, in contrast to her own mother, the busy executive with the type A personality. And Marcus's mother thought this girl, just six months younger than her son, stood out from the bimbos he often brought home, girls like Felice and Lizzie.
Not wanting any further delay, Marcus headed up the steps. "Well, see you later, Mom." As mother watched the ascending couple, Marcus's hand had already descended to Yolanda's butt.
Mrs. Spencer went back to the waiting clothes, and when she found the mumbled obscenities from upstairs too distracting she put on the radio. However, after a while even that was not enough to muffle the moans and screams emanating from her son's bedroom. She decided to run to the drug store for a few items she was not desperately in need of. She wondered if Marcus had enough condoms, but knew he preferred choosing his own brands. He'd become very independent about some things lately. Of course, she still made all his meals, washed his clothes, cleaned his room, but she didn't chauffeur him any more. He managed to get his own ass to the mall, or to his girl friends' houses, or to his weekly tutoring appointment with Mr. Hamilton. As his mother, she had mixed feelings about such evidences of maturity. Every parent wants the child to grow wings, and at the same time they don't want to lose their baby.
She thought again about Yolanda. Would she be the one? Since last Spring, Marcus had already gone through Phyllis, Dee, Priscilla, Amanda, and Emily. And that doesn't include the numerous one-nighters. He could certainly do worse than Yolanda, but if the trend holds true, in a couple weeks, he'll be climbing up the stairs with someone new. Well, there's no need to push him yet to settle on one girl. After all, Marcus is still 12.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 1
Mrs. Spencer was folding laundry on the dining room table when she heard the front door open.
"Mom, I'm home."
"Hi, Marcus. Did you have a good day." She put the last of her husband's boxers in a neat pile and walked into the living room. There was her son just about to go up the stairs with his arm around a lovely blond's shoulder. "Oh, Hi, Yolanda."
"Hi, Mrs. Spencer." The two females, who'd only met two weeks before, liked each other. Yolanda found her boy friend's mother a real Mrs. Cleaver, in contrast to her own mother, the busy executive with the type A personality. And Marcus's mother thought this girl, just six months younger than her son, stood out from the bimbos he often brought home, girls like Felice and Lizzie.
Not wanting any further delay, Marcus headed up the steps. "Well, see you later, Mom." As mother watched the ascending couple, Marcus's hand had already descended to Yolanda's butt.
Mrs. Spencer went back to the waiting clothes, and when she found the mumbled obscenities from upstairs too distracting she put on the radio. However, after a while even that was not enough to muffle the moans and screams emanating from her son's bedroom. She decided to run to the drug store for a few items she was not desperately in need of. She wondered if Marcus had enough condoms, but knew he preferred choosing his own brands. He'd become very independent about some things lately. Of course, she still made all his meals, washed his clothes, cleaned his room, but she didn't chauffeur him any more. He managed to get his own ass to the mall, or to his girl friends' houses, or to his weekly tutoring appointment with Mr. Hamilton. As his mother, she had mixed feelings about such evidences of maturity. Every parent wants the child to grow wings, and at the same time they don't want to lose their baby.
She thought again about Yolanda. Would she be the one? Since last Spring, Marcus had already gone through Phyllis, Dee, Priscilla, Amanda, and Emily. And that doesn't include the numerous one-nighters. He could certainly do worse than Yolanda, but if the trend holds true, in a couple weeks, he'll be climbing up the stairs with someone new. Well, there's no need to push him yet to settle on one girl. After all, Marcus is still 12.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.