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Son for Hire: Chapter 66
🕑 Added 2022-03-28 19:35:46 +0000 UTCI was walking even taller after that little ego boost, though granted the plug up my ass kept me at attention anyway. I couldn’t wait to tell Evelyn about it. From then on I took more notice of those around me. I am greeted with smiles and friendly nods and even another coy flirtation with the eyes. In the old neighborhood you had to be careful about looking assertive as there was invariably somebody out there looking to push you down to pull themselves up but out here everybody was so much more at ease. A lot of it was false cordiality to be sure but it still had the effect of allowing me to embrace my new confidence more fully.
In the end Kitty settles on a really nice sofa, a long navy blue rolled arm style one. She chose blue since it would match the rug we were getting from the attic. It was both extremely comfortable to sit on and long enough for even a tall man to fully lay down on it. It may sound silly but the purchase was a monumental moment for Kit and I. This was by FAR the nicest thing either of us had ever bought. And the most expensive. To buy such a beautiful piece of high quality furniture brand new with cash in hand just felt slightly surreal. Numerous time I look to Kitty to see that same excitement in her eyes that I was feeling. This was another big step in our new adventure. The television was a much quicker decision thanks to a sale the store had going on. We end up with a huge OLED smart TV with a sound bar, subwoofer and a stand to put it all on and were still able to keep it under budget. Just barely. In the end the truck merely acted as transportation for the pair of us as I thought it wise to take Alan’s advice to heart and get the items delivered. They would arrive early this evening.
We finish up our shopping with checking out odds and ends. A bath mat, a clock, a new kettle, pillows for the sofa, and other such things our new home would need are purchased. Kitty is still having a great time but I find that the longer our trip went the more I began to struggle. That upbeat confidence was slowly turning into a more frantic caged desperation. Evelyn already had me turned up to eleven with the edging from earlier but a couple of hours of having my prostate constantly massaged and prodded while my dick was tightly restrained had my horniness levels off the fucking scale!
I felt physically hot as if gripped by fever. My attention drifted constantly as again and again I have to pull out of wildly erotic daydreams to snap my focus to the moment at hand. As a healthy young dude I had felt horny countless times but this was a whole different level of wanton lust. With pent up, pressurized energy the mundane experience of shopping with my sister became gradually more and more difficult. I wanted to run through the brick walls of the store! I wanted to sprint all the way home and free myself! I wanted to FUCK or be FUCKED like never before! I needed to get home to my make believe Mommy! That Evelyn was a clever woman. She’d said that she only wanted me out for a couple of hours and by doing what she had done to me she ensured my compliance.
With our money spent and our big ticket items chosen, combined with the move this morning, I considered that a damn good day’s work. That was enough. Trying hard to hold it together I say after it looked like all was done. “Alright, let’s head home!”
“Slow down hubby o’mine.” Kitty replies. “You’re forgetting groceries.”
“Groceries!?”
“Yes, groceries.” She replies. “We were going to pick up a few essentials, remember? Milk and bread and cereal and stuff.”
“Right, right, of course.” I nod. “Essentials.” FUCK!
“What’s the rush? We have the truck all day.” She looks at me with a chuckle. “Don’t worry. Evelyn will still be there when we get back.”
“Uh huh.” I nod as I pick up my pace. “Come on. Let’s go!”
“Slow down, I thought we might grab a late lunch…”
“NO!” I clear my throat. “I mean, no. I want to get home. There’s so much to do and unpack. We can get delivery later if you want. Anything you want.”
Kitty looks up at me as she takes my arm and slows our stride again. I’d given away my impatience and the bratty sibling side of her could not let his opportunity pass. “How much money we got left?”
“Just enough for groceries.” I say tersely. “Let’s go.”
“Mmm.” She slows down even more. “Do you want to go to that comic book shop we saw? You always like going to those places.”
“Nope.”
A step slower. “There was these cute shoes I saw…”
“Another day.” I pull her along.
Her steps drag further. “Hey, I have an idea. How about we…?”
“Can we PLEASE get going?” I plead. “I wanna go home.”
She laughs and gives me a shake, which jiggles my extra tackle down below. “Ha ha ha! Look at you. Calm down Donny. You look ready to pop.”
Kitty had no idea how true that was. “I just want to hurry, that’s all.”
“Want to get moved in, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Or is it really Sugar Mama?”
I grumble but I don’t deny it.
“Geez you really got it bad for her.”
“Yeah.” I confess. “I just…I wanna see her again. I love her.”
“Okay, okay.” She gives me another teasing shake. “But just chill. You don’t want to come across as too needy. Okay? Women don’t like that in a man, alright? She’s clearly crazy about you too but just…chill.”
“Right.” I nod. “Chill.” It was tough to chill when I was burning up with desire.
“She’s a married woman Donny.” She says. “Most women don’t dump their rich husband for their poor lover not matter how much they love them. It just doesn’t happen much. She’s accustomed to a certain life, one that you can’t give her. Love only goes so far kid. This is all awesome and I really like Evelyn, she’s a great woman, but remember who you are to her. Keep your feet on the ground. Alright?”
I nod again. “Alright.” It was all good and well meaning advice but Kitty simply did not understand what I had going with Evelyn. How could she? She was using normal, rational, emotionally healthy people standards and what Evelyn and I had could not be found there. For good or for ill, or more likely somewhere in between, our need for each other was part of the glue that bound us together. “Now…can we get moving? Please?”
She rolls her eyes and laughs, hugging tight to my side. “You are hopeless. Come on then Speedy. Let’s get you home to Mama.”
Mercifully she at last picks up the pace. We buy a couple of the essentials needed from the nearest grocery store, drop off our rented truck, and are on our way back within the hour. Though it felt like six. The cabbie is paid and with our arms laden with boxes and bags we are walking up the driveway of our gorgeous new home.
