Erotica: Spending the Night: 8 Dirty Stories

By Isa Adam

That was the first and probably last night that he and I had ever made love.
We were seated in bed together getting ready to sleep when I made the first move.

8 Erotic Short Stories:

Stories:

1. Weekend with Best Friend’s Mom
2. Wife’s Secret Life
3. Vacation Encounter
4. Unsatisfied Nights
5. Best Friend’s Daughter
6. Handsome Black Stranger
7. Late Night Surprise
8. Beautiful Latina Girl

Mature Readers Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387877270

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Weekend with Best Friend’s Mom

When I got invited to yet another of Alex's family vacations, I had no idea that I'd find his mother crying her eyes out of the bathroom floor. We were alone in the cabin. Apparently, no one had thought it important to show up for the vacation apart from me and Emilia. I was so used to seeing her present a picture of strength that I had to pause at the door just to be certain that it was her. When she looked up at me, I felt my heart get broken by those sad blue puffy eyes, the streams of mascara down her face and the tangled blonde hair. I couldn't help it. I just had to go to her.

Are you okay, Mrs. Grey? I asked wrapping my hand around the tiny woman's body. 

Well my damned family just decided not to show up, she yelled. I was obviously surprised that a woman I'd always known to be cold and held back could reveal so much feeling. I didn't know what to say to her, so I rubbed her back awkwardly hoping that that would be enough to calm her. I could remember being in her position many times before when I was younger. Emilia had always treated me like a son and never hesitated to comfort me.

At least I'm here, I mentioned as if it would make a difference to her in any way. I wasn't her family.

Thank you, Jason. We're going to have a great time together, she took my hand and squeezed lightly. That seemed to have made her happy. I on the other hand, couldn't say that I felt the same. My best friend had just invited me on a vacation and hadn't shown up. Now there I was stuck with his mother in a cabin having no idea what to do with myself. 

Alex must have known how angry I was because he wasn't picking up my calls. I left him message after message hoping he would have the grace to defend himself, but it was probably not a very good idea. If there was one thing I knew about Alex was that he was a selfish as they come. Yet for some reason we were friends. I couldn't deny that I felt sorry for Emilia. This woman had dedicated her whole life to her family. She'd left her job to look after them and had never returned even when her husband had gotten rich and now her family couldn't even be bothered to show up to a two-day vacation. They hadn't even had the decency to say it to her face and decided to cancel it at the last minute not putting into consideration the amount of time she had spent planning. Even I could never do that to my own mother although she was an alcoholic who had never paid me any attention.

Emilia was excited by the vacation. It was difficult to put her in bed when all she kept yammering on about were her plans for us. I, on the other hand, was worried. How could I ever hope to spend time with her without breaking her heart? Sooner or later she would have to realize that I couldn't play the part of her children and husband. Hopefully when she did realize, I would be as far away from this vacation as possible because I couldn't bear to see the disappointment on her face. Until then I would have to try as much not to be awkward when with her.

Emilia didn't seem to mind that we were the only ones or that I was in no way related to her. It didn't stop her from waking me up in the morning with a bucket full of cold water in what I had always known to be the famous family prank. I jumped out of bed screaming at the top of my lungs. I looked around me as I tried to register what had just happened. That was when I heard her laughing. She was by the door laughing so hard she was bent over. Usually the culprit would run after the prank leaving the other with no idea who had just done it. However, since there was only the two of us, that part hardly seemed necessary. I stood awkwardly in my room and smiled. I still wasn't comfortable being alone with Emilia.

This is going to be lot of fun, she said letting herself out of my room. Of course it was going to be fun for her because by the time this weekend was over, she'd have poured so much cold water on me that it would have probably seeped through my brain. I, on the other hand, didn't have the courage to do that to her.

I changed out of my soaking wet clothes and headed down for breakfast. I didn't think I was going to shower today. The water she'd just poured all over me had left me with a strange fear. In fact, I didn't think I was ever going to shower again. At least not in a long time. Emilia had made a wonderful breakfast. The breakfast she'd usually make with her husband as me and her kids slept in. It smelled magnificent. All their family recipes used rolled into one meal. I had a feeling she'd had to wake up pretty early to achieve this. Too bad I couldn't have taken on her husband's role and helped her out. The thought quickly vanished as I slipped the piece of bacon into my mouth. A moan escaped my throat as I bit into it. It was just as good as I remembered. I opened them and was startled to found Emilia staring at me with a big smile on her face.

Breakfast is good Mrs. Grey, I complemented.