The Gun Is Gone

You rummage through your mothers’ drawers and belongings, frantically hoping that the gun is there for you to collect. You search through the final drawer, nothing.

You put your head in your hands. “God damn it. It’s fucking gone!” you think to yourself. You get up and leave their room. Once you leave, you see Riley standing in the living room. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asks, running and putting her arms around you.

She doesn’t know about the gun, she shouldn’t know about the gun. “It’s nothing. I just thought something was in moms room,” you say. She removes her arms and looks at you seriously yet teasingly. “Well, don’t do that again mister. You scared me.” “Yes, ma’am,” you say, moving closer to her and kissing her on the lips.

She returns it and melts into the kiss. Your tongues invade each other’s mouths, your hands slither from her face all the way down to her ass. She moves and pushes you on to the couch. She takes off her shirt and walks over to you. She takes your hands and places them on her perky, A cup breasts.

“You know, since we have the house to ourselves, there’s something that I’ve always wanted to do with you.” She kisses you again and begins rubbing the obvious erection you’re getting.