CHAPTER 3 : Ashley's pretty nipples

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Sitting in my father's wife's living room, I ate with appetite. Ashley was looking at me with a small smile taped on her lips. She got up and headed for the stairs after whispering to me: I'll be back in a few moments.

Before my eyes, she turned her loins; no, her hip. She was turning her hip like a married woman who wanted to provoke her husband's nerve impulses at the table. Instead of looking away from her, I was looking at her too. And as if she had noticed, she suddenly turned her head and met my eyes with hers and smiled at me. Fortunately she had not asked me if I liked to look at her when she walked, otherwise what would I answer her?

This young woman that nature had decided that I should call little mom had disappeared a few seconds later. She reappeared five minutes later when I had already finished emptying my plate. Ashley had returned but not in the outfit she had once worn. This time she had tied a towel around her waist. I got the idea that she was going to the shower.

- Did you finish eating?" she asked with a gentle wink.

- Yes, I just finished! Honestly, you're a good cook.

Oh yes, I am! Women love to be appreciated for their cooking. They love it too much.

- Thank you my darling, she whispered to me.

Yes! It's quite possible that she calls me darling. I had already said it; when my father is not there, it is me who is his representative, period.

- So, do you want to go take a shower?

- Uh...yes! I want to take a shower. Why did you ask that question?

Shit! How can a patient visit a doctor in his office with red eyes and the doctor still dares to ask him if he is sick or not? Wouldn't that be hyperbole?

- As I saw you in a towel," I replied calmly, guiding my eyes to his plasma screen, which was turned off.

- You're right.

- And why didn't you turn on the television today?

- I don't like it.

- Ah, I see! Now I have to turn around in my room to go rest my eyes for a while.

- Don't you feel good here?

- Yes, I do! I feel very well. The problem is that I've never seen you lie on your couches, so I shouldn't be the one to get into the habit for the first time.

- Nico, you never cease to amaze me. Did you come and lie on the couches and I asked you to get up?

- I did not say that!

- And what do you want to translate by developing this pretext then?

- Oh, I'm sorry! I shouldn't say that.

The young woman, in a mad rage, returned to her room, leaving me in the living room.

I stayed there for ten minutes, fifteen or even twenty, and since she didn't always come back, I withdrew from her living room to ours. There, I lay down in the couch and not more than a few minutes, the sleep still dictated me its law.

.-.

It was eight o'clock and Mom had already finished cooking. Mom is actually a good woman. Although Dad doesn't stay home all the time, she acts as if he is always present in the house. Every day when she goes to his service, no later than six o'clock, she comes home to cook. Her cooking never exceeds two hours, so that by eight o'clock we are already sitting down, she and my brother and I.

That evening, the same habit had taken place again. We had just had dinner. I didn't know what I was waddling about and I almost looked exhausted. I calmly withdrew from the living room and went back to my bedroom after wishing my mother a good night because she deserved it very well. I disappeared from the living room after her "thank you big boy".

In my bed, I grabbed my cell phone, activated the connection and connected to WhatsApp to read my last messages. Immediately I read in the notification three missed video calls from an anonymous number. I evaluated the number several times without success. The number looked a bit like a number I knew but I forgot how.

"This number looks like the number your grandmother gave you when she was complaining about her phone," an inner voice whispered to me.

I surreptitiously turned to my phone's home screen and went to my call log to check, and poof, my inner voice's idea proved true.

And what does it want to tell me?" I whispered to myself without a clue.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing; it was her again; she had just noticed me on the line. I waited a few seconds before picking up.

On the screen, I saw my interlocutor lying on her stomach in bed with a sheet covering her whole body.

- Hello my dear?

- Yes Nico, I hope you're not angry about the disturbance?

- Oh, not at all! You know that not only are you my little mother, but we are also good friends!

- Absolutely right! So, are you in bed yet?

- Yes, I am! I just got back in bed.

- I see! I had called you twice and it seems that you were not in line.

- That's true! I was in the living room with Mom and Raphael having dinner.

- Oh, I see! So, what do you have for me?

- Nothing yet! Or do you have something to offer me?

- Uh...what do you want me to get you while you're already in your bed?

- In my bed? Don't forget that we are in the same house and that coming to your room can only cost me two minutes at most.

On the screen, I could see my interlocutor laughing and asking me if I was serious.

- I am serious! But to be honest with you, I'm already very full," I whispered.

- Okay! Do you know why I called you?

- No, tell me!

My interlocutor, staring at me straight in the eyes, kept smiling while I was getting impatient of the reason of her call at this hour of the night when she was in her bed.

- I listen to you! I said to her calmly.

- By the way, it's because I lack company to talk to.

- Oh, right! And that's why you called me?

- Yes, that's why I called you.

- It's a good thing I'm online then!

- That's right! But if you didn't log in, I was definitely going to call you.

- Oh my God, you're having fun!

- But how?" she laughed.

- Yes! When I want to go to bed, I never forget to put my phone on airplane mode. You were going to call me tired, nobody was going to answer.

And together we burst out laughing.

And the truth is, I don't like to mess with my sleep. By the way, I set my phone to silent mode and at the latest at 11 p.m., it activates itself and doesn't even allow the phone to vibrate; you have to keep your eye on the screen to know that a call is coming in.

- Well, I'd like to have a little fun if you don't mind," says my interlocutor.

- Okay, I'm listening!

- I am going to make you two proposals among which you will make a choice.

- Go ahead, I'm listening!

- Action or truth !

Hm ? What is this action or truth thing again. I was blue in the face in this game.

- Action, I suggested.

- We won't be able to do action, she suddenly demanded.

- And why not?

- Because we're not face to face.

- Ah, okay! Truth then! Or is it that complicated?

- No, it can be!

- All right, go ahead!

- This game is about telling the truth no matter what it takes.

- There's no need to worry, my dear!

My heart was in my mouth because the game urged the truth and nothing else.

- So! Do you like the breasts of a young woman?

At this question, I felt my penis raise its head a little. I don't like it when people talk about breasts around me; it automatically reminds me of Rosina's big breasts. That's one of the reasons why I don't like to watch pornographic videos. Still, when I do follow one, I always masturbate.

- Yes, I like breasts too much," I answered with a hiccup.

- Great! It's your turn to ask me a question.

- It's interesting, the game! So tell me, do you like the penis?

- Penis? It's my biggest favorite.

- What? So you love it?

- If I'm asked to choose between a good meal and the penis, I'll choose the penis because it's sweeter than anything in the world!

- That's great!

- And you, do you like women's sex?

- You're still asking if the fecal matter smells bad. I love women's sex too much. What about you, have other men made love to you before you ran into my dad?

- Yes! At least two! And the way I liked the way they made love to me, your father never did it to me once. And say, have you ever licked the woman during sex?

- Not yet! But I know I'll try it one day. So, do you love my father's penis?

- I love it, but not much...

- And why is that?

- Come on, don't break the rules of the game. You get one question and I get one question. So, how many times have you already fucked your girlfriend who often visits you?

- Many times already! So why don't you love my dad's penis?

- Your dad's penis is too small and it doesn't touch the top of my vagina well. So if I were to offer you my breasts one day, would you suck on them?

This woman wants to kill me with envy. I touched my penis and immediately noticed it was hard.

- Who am I to refuse to suck? I'll suck and suck my father if you don't know how.

- Stop making me dream!

- So, will you send me a picture of your breasts? Don't forget that this is action truth we are doing.

- No, I'm not going to send you a picture but I'll let you see it directly.

And on the screen, I could see my interlocutor turning over on her back and removing the sheet. From my phone, I could see Ashley's pretty breasts with her pretty nipples. It was dark but the camera on her phone was so readable that I could see every hint of her pretty breasts; they were small but a thousand times prettier than Rosina's.

- Wow, your breasts are so pretty," I said.

- Do you like to touch them?

- Yes, yes! How you give me the desire to come to spend my night to your side.

- I like that too! But don't worry, we'll do a game tomorrow.

- I will be very happy, if you knew!

- Don't worry; we'll have a lot of fun tomorrow.

- Thank you!

- See you tomorrow, my little darling.

Oh yes, I have to be the little darling while the big one is sent on a mission there.

After the communication, I was still seeing Ashley's pretty breasts on the screen of my imaginations.

Oh yes, at daybreak, we'll continue our game but this time, in action! So much for the haters.