House Call - Episode 4

>up on the rooftop
>click
>click
>click

>you and Connie are on the floor
>she's sitting in your lap with her back to you while she lets you explore her body
>just as about you were to go spelunking in her uncharted crystal cavern, you found yourself feeling unusually cold
>and you just found out why

"What are you two doing?"

Your body seizes up and you find yourself unable to move. Connie's eyes shoot open, and you can hear her heart slamming against her rib cage.

Connie slowly turns towards her mother, face frozen in shock. "Uh - um - we, ah -"

You give Connie a slight nudge, and she quickly untangles herself from your body.

"We - we were just - ah, I, uh -" Connie quickly forces a small grin; "I had a bad dream! A-and Beach Boy, he, ah -"

>I was just
>y'know
>cuddlan
>makin' sure she was okay n'stuff
>haheahehahehuaeaeuasehuheuahauehau
>you grin awkwardly as Priyanka sizes you both up, glaring down at you from her seat on the couch

"Connie," she says, causing her daughter to visibly jump, "come here."

Connie swallows hard, but quickly scuttles over to her mother. She nervously toes the ground and wrings her hands as she looks up guiltily.

"Were you two doing something inappropriate?" Priyanka's voice was cold and biting like the howling winds outside.

Connie furiously shook her head. "No, ma'am."

Narrowing her eyes, Priyanka folded her arms and crossed her legs. "Connie." She gestured towards her with her foot; "Your nightgown. Lift it."

Connie trembled, taking a step back. "Wha - what?"

"You heard me, young lady." Priyanka was staring daggers at her own daughter before angrily glancing towards you.

Connie nervously gripped the front of her nightgown, hands tremoring. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly began to lift her gown. Priyanka quickly shot forward and threw it up, drawing close to Connie's groin with an intense, calculating stare.  Her expression quickly soured, and she was on her feet in an instant.

"Connie Maheswaran!" she cried, causing Connie to yelp and fall backwards. "...Beach Boy." she growled, bearing her teeth at you. "How many times have I told you, Connie..." Priyanka's furious expression only intensified as she began undoing her belt. "...that we Maheswarans..." she slowly wound her belt around her fist so tightly you could hear the leather beginning to stretch. Curiously, Priyanka reached into her pocket. "...are ALL..." She began to draw closer. "...ABOUT..." You and Connie clutched each other tightly; you reluctantly accepting your fate as Priyanka drew closer. "...SAFETY?"

>que

Priyanka angrily produced her wallet, opening it up and producing condom. "I knew I couldn't leave you two alone," she hissed, tucking her wallet back into her mom-jeans as she set her belt aside, "but to think my own daughter would deliberately disobey me like this?" She narrowed her eyes, lips curling in disgust. "SHAMEFUL."

You and Connie exchanged confused looks. "Uh..." Connie blinked a few times before throwing herself on the floor, prostrate. "I - I'm sorry; I, ah, I completely forgot to, um, bring my contraceptives..!" Looking up with what barely qualified as a smile, she added, "But - but I'm sure Beach Boy -" she turned towards you for a moment, making you recoil with her strange expression, "Being the responsible adult he is, I'm sure he was planning on, um..."

>y-yeah
>I've got like
>toooooons of rubbers

"Show me." said Priyanka, her voice cutting through you like a sexy, thicc, brown knife.

>you swallow, nodding
>you lead mama Maheswaran over to your fridge, where you reveal the cabinet above it is filled with unopened boxes of condoms, lubricants, spermicides, a well-loved copy of "How to be a Cunning Linguist - Clit or Quit" and a curious, untouched bottle of some unknown liquid
>you hear Priyanka "hmmm'ing" as she silently appraises your cabinet o'sin

"...Well..." she says, "Perhaps I misjudged you." She takes a step back, smiling slightly. Quickly remembering how frigid she is, her smile drops from her face. "However... I would like to know what exactly your intentions with my daughter were."

>glance at Connie
>she shrugs at you
>well uh

"Mmhm." Priyanka doesn't let you finish. "Well, whatever you intended on doing, I expect you to be more careful from now on."

>yes ma'am

"Good boy." she says dismissively. Settling back down onto the futon, Priyanka quickly begins to toss and turn, growing frustrated. "Great," she muttered, "now I can't get back to sleep."

>shrug

Sitting upright, she balled her fists in her lap as she looked your way. "This is your fault."

>so

"So," she says, narrowing her eyes, "get over here and cuddle with me."

>hubbawha

"Cuddling has been proven to be a very effective way of making people fall asleep." Priyanka flips her hair to the side, smirking at you; "I should know; I'm a doctor."

Connie nods understandingly; "She has a point, Beach Boy." She shrugs her shoulders. "She /is/ a doctor after all."

>you are literally no fucking help at all Connie jesus tapdancing christ
>you inhale
>and exhale in a groan so throaty and rough it makes you choke near the end

"Oh, hush." Priyanka turns to the side, patting the spot behind her. "Quit wasting time and get over here; I'm getting behind on my eight hours."

>you wrinkle your nose at the prospect but if it gets her out of your hair you're game
>you head on over to the futon and sit behind the doc
>taking your seat, you groan and wrap your arms around her midsection

Priyanka looks back at you with a pout. "Like you mean it."

>fine, geez
>you press yourself against Priyanka's back and rest your head on her shoulder
>you tighten your arms a bit, giving her a firm squeeze
>sure enough, you feel her loosen up a bit as she sighs and relaxes her shoulders
>Priyanka begins to lean back into you, rolling her head back as she reaches down to run her hands along your arms
>from the corner of your eye, you see her grin a she lightly rakes her nails across your chilled skin
>cheeky bitch
>decide to give her a hickey the size of a fifty cent piece
>nip at the skin where the shoulder curves and starts becoming the neck
>when you hear her yelp you quickly latch on
>you feel Priyanka grip the back of your head as you suck away

"E-easy boy;" she groans, "sloooow down."

>yeah
>nah
>pinch her earlobe between your canines
>when she gasps you go right for the jugular
>well really you go for the underside of her jaw and rake it with your teef
>how unsteadily she's breathing gives you the shivers
>try to run a hand beneath her shirt when you remember she wears her pants up to her tits and then tucks them in
>fish her shirt out of her pantlegs after what feels like a god damn decade and run your sweaty palm across her water retaining tummy

"Wha-" Priyanka nervously laughs when she feels you pinch her belly, "What do you think you're doing, young man..?"

>putting you to sleep
>after all
>masturbation is good for your health and helps you get a good night's rest
>I should know
>I'm not in a romantic relationship and live by myself
>pull your hand out from beneath her dusty curtains and slowly run it up her body
>priyanka's pleasantly plump in all the right places
>you knew she was big up top but damn son how does she carry these things around all day
>hear her coo as your hands explore her body
>she gasps sharply when you glide across mrs maheswaran's massive mammaries
>you feel her hot breath on your neck as you grope and fondle her cocoa puffs
>you glance over and grin slyly when you see how flushed she is
>start running your hands a bit lower
>stroke her thigh--

Suddenly Priyanka writhes away from you, sitting upright and turning to face you with a stern look on her face. "This is your fault." Before the story can shift back to greentext format, she jabs an accusing finger in your direction; "This is your fault. I'm aroused, and it's your fault." She pulls the rest of her shirt out from her khakis, angrily unbuttoning her blouse as she pouts at you. "Well?" She does her best to look at you condescendingly, "Do you plan on taking responsibility for your actions?"

>well--

An unopened condom hits your lap. Glancing over, you see Connie staring at you intensely with a face as red as a stop sign with it's eight glorious sides and eight awesome angles. You kinda forgot she was there, and you have a feeling you'll be taking a lot of "responsibility" tonight.

>connie
>no jilling on my floor

"But--!"

>connie my floor is made out of wood
>i don't want to wake up for a can of soda and slip on your sin stains

Connie pouts furiously. "Fine." She sits up, steps to the side, and sits down. "Then I'll use the sleeping bag."

>attagirl
>remind me to kick your ass later by the way
>alright doc how do you wanna do this

Priyanka blinks at you a few times. "Um... Excuse me?"

>we're gonna fuck right so how--

"LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN!" She narrows her eyes at you as she draws back; "We are not going to 'fuck,'" she says, making a dainty hand gesture, "we are going to 'make love,' like adults."

>uh
>well yeah but I mean what position did you want to start out with

Again, Priyanka looks at you as if you'd just spoken another language. "...We're going to make love in the missionary position."

>whoa whoa hey whoa hey
>connie's like
>RIGHT THERE
>you don't say that kinda shit in front of kids

"Language!"

>you don't say that kinda fecal excrement in front of kids
>but fine
>if that's the way you want it
>you crawl over to her, taking her in your arms and planting a smooch on the tip of her nose
>say Priyanka
>do you know what a 'mating press' is?