Big Men of the House(121)

“Be right there,” I replied. I rushed downstairs wearing just my night shirt with not bra. I found Hudson cooking crepes. The smell of fruit and sugar was divine. It was like a restaurant in Paris.



“Ever had crepes before?” Hudson asked.



“Never, but I always wanted to.”



“I made you a bananas and cream one,” he said, handing me a plate with the most magnificent crepe ever.



“Thank you so much,” I said, digging into the food. The crepe was amazing. My taste buds were on fire with goodness.



“This is the best thing I've ever tasted,” I said, shoving more into my mouth.



“Thank you very much.”



“Where's Mom?” I asked.



“Oh she's upstairs getting ready.” His eyes peeked down my shirt at my voluptuous breasts. I caught him looking and he went right back to cooking.



“Where are you guys going?” I asked with my mouth full of food.



Hudson focused on the skillet as he talked. “We're driving to the lake today. Maybe do some fishing.”



“Sounds like fun.”



“What do you have planned for today? You're welcome to join us if you want.”



I thought of being around Hudson all day sounded fantastic. Then the image of my mom hanging on his arm and kissing him took that fantasy right out of my head. I wouldn't want to be around that the entire day.



“No thanks,” I replied. “I think I'll stay home and relax.”



“Suit yourself.”



My parents left for the lake and I was alone at last. I took out a tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer and plopped down on the couch. I flicked on the television and the show Spoiled Princesses was on.



I always wondered how these idiots could become famous for doing absolutely nothing. Just because they're rich doesn't make someone famous. Most of these shows were fake anyways. They make it seem like ridiculous things happen to these people every single day of their lives. I bet their lives were pretty boring. What the magic of television can do!



I turned off the TV in frustration. There was nothing good on anymore. The tub of ice cream was getting low and I didn't want to feel like a pig so I closed it up and put it back in the fridge. I thought about calling some friends to come over and hang but I didn't really feel like socializing.



I went upstairs and saw the door to my parents room was slightly open. A dirty thought entered my mind. I crept across the carpet and peeked into the bedroom. I knew nobody was home but I still didn't want to risk getting caught. I sneaked into the room and it had changed a lot since Hudson moved in.



My mom's queen-sized bed was replaced with a king. Across from the bed, her mirror was gone and in its place was a sixty-inch TV. A couple new dressers lined the wall on Hudson's side of the room. I sat down on the bed and imagined Hudson and I naked under the sheets.



I wondered what dirty secrets he kept in his nightstand. I opened it up to find some papers and a pocket knife. I curiously opened it up and studied the blade. I pictured him buying the knife while traveling across Europe. I folded it back and put it back in the drawer.



I shuffled through the papers and didn't find anything juicy. I closed the drawer and made sure it looked like it was never touched. Didn't he have any private things he didn't want people to see?



He must have a lock box somewhere.



I went to the big walk-in closet and snooped around. My mom's clothes took up about three-fourths of the closet. My fingers felt Hudson's dress shirts that were hung up so nicely. I dug through his shoes looking for anything cool but there was nothing.



I went through his dirty clothes and pulled out a dress shirt. I bunched it up and sniffed it deeply. Hudson's scent was all over it. I took my night shirt off and tried on Hudson's light blue dress shirt. I buttoned it up and checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked kind of sexy in it. The shirt barely covered my underwear and I looked like a woman who had just spent the night with him.



I went through his drawers and found a pair of boxers. I took off my lacy black thong and placed it neatly on the bed. I tried on Hudson's boxers, picturing him fitting his big cock in them. The smell from his clothes was intoxicating.



I lay down on his bed and rolled around on the plush bed comforter. I imagined Hudson completely naked and sweaty. He finds me washing myself in the shower. Hudson wades through the foggy bathroom and opens the shower door. I scream in shock and quickly cover up my private parts. Hudson forces my arms down, getting a look at my flesh covered in soap. His lips are magnetic as we are pulled to one another.



My pussy was already dripping wet. Hudson's boxers were already soaked as I felt my clit over them.