CHAPTER 9

Hewas faster than her for sure, but he couldn't count on his speed with this damn erection that refused to leave. Before Matt could make a decisive decision, Amy stepped back inside to see the pathetic sight of Matt defeated, with his chin low and hands cupped over his crotch. She stared, shaking her head silently for a moment, then just when Matt was going to announce him leaving, Amy pointed back to the living room. "Go," was all she said. Matt had the briefest hesitation, but the sternness of his stepmother's expression made him retreat further into the house. Sitting in the same seat where he was before, Matt stretched his t-shirt out and pulled it below his crotch. Amy entered the room and sat on edge at the adjacent lazy boy. Her mascara was darkened and ran along the edges of her eyes. She dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a corner of her shirt. "Did she talk you into this?" Amy finally asked. Her voice was low and calm. Matt weighed his options. As much as he'd spent the p