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Chapter 9 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

How goes the rest of his evening out?

He meets a strange woman.

I spent the rest of my dinner at this ‘beautiful’ restaurant picking at my salad, wondering if my stupid penis would ever go soft again. Mom split her time between staring me down like her next meal, and actually enjoying the fine cut of steak on her plate.

Time itself passed like a blur while fear (and arousal) washed over me, and I had to excuse myself again to try and get my… ‘boy parts’ under control before momma could take notice of my excitement.

“Two powder breaks in one date? Lucas baby, you don’t wanna tease a lady like that.” Mom said, not knowing the reason I wanted a second to myself— adjusting your dick was something gals just didn’t think about. “Just make it quick, I’ll get the bill. Maybe our date can continue at home…”

“Th-thank you.” I squeaked out at my domineering mommy, waiting for her to stand up before rising myself.

My cock was throbbing just as hard as my poor heart while I shuffled past waitstaff to a place I could safely hide my little ‘problem’. I accidentally locked eyes with a handsome brunette woman who didn’t seem to be eating, and blushed when I remembered how frumpy my outfit tonight was. I was also kind of scared of this random girl, partially because of how damn BIG she was. She must’ve been nearly six and a quarter feet tall.

She looked almost like she could have 5 o’clock shadow, and her eyes had bags under them, while those bags had dark circles of their own. She wore a military surplus jacket that only made her gruff appearance more vaguely threatening, and she was starting to eye me like a stalker looking for her next mark (mom had warned me about dangerous, perverted women like that).

Without my mother at my side, this strange, yet somewhat handsome woman seemed emboldened to approach me, and she did not hesitate to walk near the same little alcove where I was trying to hide the tent in my pants. I could practically feel this giant lady’s breath against my neck as sweat trickled down my forehead.

Just as I succeeded in my humiliating venture with her right near my shoulder, the scruffy girl grabbed me by the shoulder. My blood ran cold as this stranger began to talk.

What kind of creep is this lady!? A voyeur? A groper!?

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