Third day of school

Matt woke up early the next morning... as his mom delivered another load of laundry, getting in his own way of delivering another load of masturbation.

{if momspanking=true}"Get up, dirty boy."

"Oww. My butt hurts."

"Good. It should. Now get up. And don't show me that cock. I'm not interested."

He remembered, though, that wet spot on her panties. She might not be interested but her body seemed to be... if not in his cock, at least in giving him a spanking.

He'd cum from that spanking but really, was he willing to go through that experience again to have another orgasm. His mom's thighs nad felt good when he'd laid across them. A couple of times he'd thought he'd felt her tits brushing against his butt when she'd brought down her hands so hard. Still, his butt hurt like hell.{else}"I know this is inconvenient," she said as she bustled in. She was wearing a short terrycloth robe with, it looked like, not much on underneath. "But I've got to do the laundry when I can. I don't know how things get so dirty."{endif}

"Come on, Matt." Apparently Karen was waiting for him.

Matt pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, then grabbed his books and homework and headed out.

His mom gave him a playful pat on the butt as he passed. "Study hard and try to be nice to your sister. You know she really looks up to you."

"Sure, mom." He tried not to look down the gap in her terry robe... tried and failed.

"Sorry. My work clothes are in the dryer," she said. "Gotta be gross getting flashed by your mom."

"No problem."{if ****=true} No problem, that is, except a severe case of blue-balls and difficulty walking because of his perpetual boner.{endif}

"Nothing to eat again," his mom said as he headed toward the bathroom. "Remember that I signed you up for the free meals at school."

He wondered if the school really did provide free meals. Certainly, on the Hill, there would be few students who would qualify. And with the political inclinations of those who ran the school, subsidizing the 'lazy poor' would not be popular. But that didn't matter. What mattered is that Matt wasn't about to go through the hazing he'd face if he tried to claim a free meal. Once again, he'd go hungry.

"Come on," Karen said. "{if Amy>20} Amy will be waiting.{endif}{if Karen>20} Let's get that hot body of yours moving.{else}You're going to be late.{endif}"

{if Karen>20}Matt couldn't remember the last time Karen had walked with him to school or the bus stop. But now she was not only walking with him, she was chatting with him, practically flirting with him. Part of him wanted to believe that their relationship was changing but he was not that stupid. Karen wanted something.

"So," she finally said, "you remember the dance this Friday?"

"Yeah, what about it?"{endif}

{if karenblackmail=true}"You're paying for Amy also. And you're not just going to dance with me, you're going to dance with her. And you're dancing with me first."

"Why would I dance with Amy?"

"Because I say so. And because she likes you and she worries that nobody will ask her to dance."

"Fine. I'll dance with you first and with Amy sometime."

{elseif Karen>20}

"I haven't told anyone you were my brother. Have you mentioned that I'm your sister?"

"Only to Amy."

"So, if you go with me, it'll be like I have a date. I won't be a **** girl who has to go places stag."

"But what if we want to dance with other people?"

"Hell, I'm dancing with other people. As long as we dance the first and maybe last together, we'll be okay. A slow dance would be nice."

Yeah, a slow dance would be nice. "I guess."

"And you have to pay my way."

He shook his head. "Not happening."

She laughed. "Just kidding, cheapskate."

{else}Although she'd been rushing him, Karen still managed to get out of the house ahead of him, leaving Matt to trudge to the bus stop alone.{endif}