“Hello Misses Jennings.” Rob was trying to sound upbeat enough for the both of them.
My Mom let us through and my Dad was waiting for us. He took me in his arms and put a peck on my forehead, and to my surprise, he also gave Rob a quick hug. Those two had gotten pretty close over the past few months.
This was a complete reversal of their reactions when I had first brought Rob over, years ago, for Thanksgiving. He met all of my mother’s criteria for a potential husband, polite and Catholic. She had been so disappointed when things had fizzled out that she had set her standards even lower and was happy with me dating the polite, but so waspy, Corey.
My Dad on the other hand was doubtful at first, Rob did not fit the standard of masculinity he had in his mind, but had warmed up significantly. As it stood now I would describe the two as being outright friendly. Maybe he could move my Mom over to Helen’s ‘Norbert’ camp?
As soon as it would not be rude, my Mom rushed back into the kitchen, leaving the three of us in the living room.
“I’m watching the game, feel free to join me. But Rob, maybe you could go lend a hand to Mia, with lunch?” My father’s words were phrased like a suggestion, but the tone left no room for arguments. Rob better get himself in the kitchen and appease my mom.
Rob chuckled and nodded before slipping out of the room. I was a bit apprehensive about leaving the two of them alone. Rob was not a very apt cook, my Mom had a short fuse. Dad was already sitting back on the couch, and gestured for me to join him.
“So Rob again?” His voice was more curious than concerned, but it still triggered a pang of doubt in me.
I sank into the seat next to him. “Yeah, I guess…”
“I should have suspected it. Don’t take me wrong, I like the guy. I just would hate to see you waste your time again.”
I forced a smile on, but I had nothing to answer. So I just rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me.
“But if you’re sure about him, I trust you.” So far he had been looking straight at the TV. But he turned his head to seek my eyes. “I’m so proud of what you’ve made of yourself.”
Huh. That was new. I went fishing for more. “What do you mean?”
“You’re smart, you’ve got a great job, you have your own house, and a lot of friends that were happy to work for free.” He made himself laugh with that last part. I was pleasantly surprised, this type of big displays of fatherly pride were usually destined to Mary, who was going to be a Doctor. My smile got bigger, more genuine.
We watched the game in silence, until Rob chimed in to inform us lunch was ready. We joined them in the dining room, where my Mom had already filled the plate with roast chicken and vegetables. She said grace and we started to dig in.
We went to mostly idle chit chat for a little while before Dad circled back to a more tense topic.
“Are you and Mary still not talking? What even happened between you two?” I blushed and looked over at Rob, who seemed like he was fascinated by the bottom of his plate, ensuring that he could not make eye contact with anyone.
“That’s none of your business.” My tone was clear, I would not be pushed on that topic.
“Are you coming to Thanksgiving at the lake at least? She’ll be here you know.” My Mom sounded more understanding, but still worried about our family traditions.
“Yeah of course, I can be civil.”
Her relief was evident. “That’s good, I hate to see you two like that. What about you Robert? Or do you have other plans already?”
Rob looked like a deer caught in headlights. But if he thought I would help him dodge the mess he had caused at Helen’s wedding, he was wrong.
“Obviously Rob is coming. Where else is he supposed to go?”
Mom looked confused for a second before she remembered. “Oh I was sorry to hear about your father’s passing. Of course we’d love to have you over.”
Rob’s strained relationship with his dad, and his lack of a mother, was what had prompted me to bring him home years ago. He did not have any other living relatives, and it had broken my heart to learn he had spent the holidays working while I was dating Corey.
“Still set on having your housewarming party next Saturday?” My Dad asked between two bites.
This issue had been stressing me out for weeks now. “Yeah. I bought the house six months ago, been living there for a while. A lot of people have confirmed and I just want to get it over with.”
“Is it ready?” My Mom had not dropped by for the past few months.
To my surprise Rob answered for me. “Almost, we’ll just have to spend a few evenings there this week. The garden and first floor should be okay. Second floor is not quite ready yet, we’re only done with the master and guest bedrooms.” I loved how involved he was with house renovations. The casual way he used ‘we’ made me feel like he was living there already.
Mom looked surprised by his answer. Was she getting the same domestic vibes from him that I was?
“One of my crews will drop by during the week to set up the pool.” My Dad usually would not involve his workers in my renovations unless it was something we could not do on our own.
“Oh! Thanks dad! That’s a huge help!” He smiled at me.
When we were done with the chicken, Rob helped Mom take our plates away and bring out the dessert. He looked like the perfect Catholic son-in-law, with his smart clothes, well groomed blonde hair and dashing looks. Helpfully lending a hand to his mother-in-law.
But just a few hours ago I had my fingers in his ass, and I had made him cum all over his flat belly. I had broken his mind with a single word. It made me feel so powerful, I was starting to turn myself on, in my parents’ dining room.
The sexting with Emma had also worked me up. It was like I had discovered a shared passion with a new friend. Only that this particular passion was how hot we found Rob. Sharing his pictures with her, as if it was natural for me to decide who could see him, had given me such a rush.
The doorbell rang. Dad got up to check who it was, and soon I could hear a conversation. He shouted.
“Mia! Nora! Come see who’s at the door!”
Mom and I made our way over, leaving Rob to enjoy his dessert. It was a former neighbor that had moved away to Florida years ago. She had come to say ‘hi’ to people in the street and could not stop marveling at how much I had ‘grown’ since she’d left.
I was smiling and nodding along, but my arousal from earlier had become too much. I diplomatically extricated myself from the conversation, and once I was certain to be out of sight, I steeled my resolve, pulled my white cotton panties down to the ground and picked them up.
Back in the dining room I startled Rob with a playful smile.
“Catch!” He was surprised but still managed to grab the panties in mid air. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what he was holding in his hand. His eyes widened in shock as I made my way to grab his phone.
I stood up in facing the door, making sure to listen whether my parents were coming back or not, I wanted to have fun but I was not suicidal, and put on my best stern voice.
“Come kneel in front of me.”
Shock had washed from his face, replaced by the look of excitement I had now grown familiar with. He did not need me to insist and go out of his chair, and on his knees in front of me in a split second.
“You liked my Mom’s dessert?” I was looking down at him, putting on an air of confidence which I was not entirely sure I felt. But his demure demeanor was making me gush. He nodded sheepishly.
“I bet you’ll like your Mommy’s even more.” Once again that word sent Rob straight into the submissive mindset that we had been exploring, his eyes glazing over and a low moan coming out of him.
With that, I pulled my skirt up all the way, until my thick, black, curls were exposed, level with his face. He was staring right at them, frozen.
I bit my lip. “Dig in.”
He did not need to be told twice, and started to attack my clit, kissing, licking, sucking. The sight, the sensations, the noises he was making were overwhelming me. But I was on a mission. With the hand that was not holding on to my skirt, I snapped pictures on Rob’s phone, sending them to Emma as fast as my melting mind was letting me.
One of his hands was snaking its way up my thigh, slowly making for my pussy. But we were not ready for that yet.
“Don’t use your hands baby.” Almost immediately he went back to holding my thighs. “Good boy.”
I had never had a man service me while I was standing, but I now understood the appeal. Rob was usually taller than me, but right in this moment, I towered over him, completely taking control of the situation.
Between my legs, Rob’s head was burying itself even deeper in me, his nose now surrounded by my bush. And in my hand I could feel his phone buzzing. But I could not focus enough to read the texts that were pouring in from Emma. Instead I used the few parts of my brain that were not yet drowned in arousal to compose a message of my own.
Rob: send me ur address
I put the phone down on the table, and seized Rob’s by the hair, I could feel my orgasm building too fast. I did not want the pleasure to stop, but I needed to mark him, to make him mine. I rubbed my heat all over his face, making sure that he was glistening, every inch of him covered in me.
That was when my subconscious caught that the conversation on the front door had died down. Panic shot through me. I pushed Rob away, grabbed my purse, his phone and took him by the hand to pull the poor confused man to his feet.
I rushed down the corridor and as I expected my parents were making their way back to the dining room. I did not want them to catch the blush on my face, or my arousal sicking Rob’s. So we sped past them.
“Sorry, just realized we’re late to meet friends. Gotta go! Thanks for lunch!”
As fast as I could, and without looking like I was running, I took us back to the car and slumped into the driver’s seat. The flight must have brought Rob back to Earth because he sat next to me and we giggled like teenagers.
I checked Emma’s message and drove away. Once our fit was over Rob turned to me.
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