“Please. Black.”
He had a warm smile. A disarming man but with deep confidence. Someone you couldn’t help but like. Mom certainly liked him. She was bouncing around like she’d been smoking something.
The evening meal was the best I’d had in a long while. All cooked by Stuart and washed down with a bottle of decent wine. Then it was after dinner coffee with cream. All very sophisticated. And throughout, Stuart turned on the charm and regaled us with funny stories from his past.
Mom seemed in awe of him which was kinda creepy at the same time as confirming to me she was happy.
There it was again. I’d seen her do it repeatedly. As if she was irritated by something.
“What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You keep tugging at your dress as though it’s got itching powder in it.”
“Sorry. I just can’t seem to get comfortable.
It’s this dress. It chaffs.”
“You should wear a bra. Or practice keeping your clothes on more.” I teased avoiding Stuart’s gaze in case he didn’t see the humorous side of things.
Mom’s reaction was a little strange. She didn’t say anything but I was left with the impression I’d hit a nerve. The suppressed grin and sideways glance at Stuart gave it away. A little too much action with the new guy. I parked the thought. I couldn’t deal with the idea of my Mom fucking her brains out. Bad enough that I had to know she did it at all, without imagining anything other than a lights-out fumble.
After dinner, we chatted and watched a movie. They snuggled up on the sofa while I took up my favorite childhood position on the floor. Some things I would never grow out of.
It was just a relaxing family evening of the kind I’d never really experienced with Dad. I loved my mom, and growing up we’d been close. Dad had been a different story. Always slightly aloof. Even as a small child, I’d known he hadn’t been that interested in me. Stuart, a man I’d met only hours earlier was already proving to be a warmer person than my own flesh and blood.
“I should go to bed.” I announced with a yawn as I glanced at the clock.
“I was up early and it’s telling.”
“Yes. I think we should all go up.” Mom said.
“It’s getting late.”
I didn’t miss the brush of her hand over Stuart’s thigh and the wrong thoughts invaded my head again.
“Good night.” I said escaping the room as they tidied away the coffee cups.
Like a lot of the homes in this part of Florida, our house was old and large. But its age meant some of the more modern aspects of life like en-suites in every bedroom were missing. Mom’s room had one, but my room had been on the wrong side of the house to easily plumb in when it’s been updated. It meant having to trundle along the landing to the family bathroom when I wanted a pee.
I was used to it. Not so used to walking into a strange man coming off the stairs with Mom while in my pajamas though.
“Sorry. Just going to the bathroom.” I said.
I was decent, but I was conscious of my tits bouncing freely around under my silk top. And equally so of Stuart’s eyes flitting over them. I kept going. Not his fault. It was natural to notice these things. I’d have looked if it’d been his cock making a tent in boxers.
I closed the door behind me and dropped my pajamas. Sitting down, I waited for the satisfying sound of pee to hit the water and opened my cell phone.
I sneaked a look at my Reddit account as the warm, satisfying stream brought the relief of an emptying bladder
Three hundred and eighty-six likes on my last post. Wow. That was a record in such a short space of time. Usually, I was pleased if it made a hundred. Obviously, my orgasm was popular. It had been with me.
I was grinning as I dried myself. Perhaps I should go into the porn industry instead of finance. My experimental dalliance with both certainly gave me the impression the former was more enjoyable.
Mom and Stuart’s bedroom door was closed when I came out of the bathroom and I was hit again with the idea of them doing it. This time though, my thoughts were on him rather than Mom.
Curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked to the door. Was Mom getting it from the new guy?
My eyes went wide at the very first words I heard.
“Christ, I’m glad to be naked again.
I’m so not used to wearing clothes anymore.”
What was she? A nudist now?
“Good. You look so much better without them.”
Fuck. Had I just heard that right?
“Now come here. My cock needs sucking.”
“Yes, Master.”
Master? Kinky.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from expressing my shock out loud. For a moment more I listened but it was silent apart from tiny a giggle. I moved away and went to my room with visions of Mom taking a cock in her mouth. Gross.
“Oh my fucking god.”
I’d intended to get off before I slept. Maybe a little fantasy about Stuart, but I wasn’t sure I could now. My head would be invaded with visions of Mom sucking his dick. I couldn’t handle that. Instead, I lay in the dark hoping not to hear any wayward sounds from along the landing. The thought of hearing my mom making her O face was nowhere as appealing as listening to Helen advertising her melting moment to me in the next dorm.
Couldn’t blame Mom though. I’d be on his cock if he’d been my man. Even at twice my age, he was hot. Oh god. Not thoughts I should be having. I rolled and pulled the pillow over my face praying for sleep to cleanse my wayward mind.
A Game of Chess
I was up early the next morning. Before the others, so I put the coffee on and checked my messages.
Only one. From Helen begging for spare condoms. Obviously too drunk to remember I wasn’t there. I grinned as I text her back.
‘Sorry. Bit late now. But I have the number of a good abortion clinic if helps’
I added a laughing emoji.
‘No need. Other holes are available’ Came back with a winking face.
I so wanted to ask if she’d done the deed I’d actively avoided. I was crazy about wanting to know what it was like, but I was terrified it’d hurt or do me damage. We’d all heard stories about Kerri being sewn up in Accident and Emergency. No one knew if it was actually true, but I didn’t want me to be the one it was factual about.
The phone vibrated again.
“Nice Reddit post.”
I gasped. Fuck. She’d seen it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I felt the heat in my cheeks as blood rushed to the capillaries and my pussy twinged with a sudden awareness that it hadn’t been serviced for over a day.
‘Your turn.’ I sent.
‘Maybe.’
I squeezed my thighs in the hope she would. Helen had an account but she’d never posted anything. Just likes for TV shows and comments in threads about girly things.
“Mmm.
Is that coffee I smell?”
Pushing thoughts of Helen away, I slipped the cell into my pants and jumped up to pour him a mug.
“Milk and sugar?”
“Black. Thanks.
Your mom makes excellent coffee every morning. I do like to be given one before I leave for work.”
I cringed at his choice of words as more discomforting images flashed through my head.
“You’re not working today are you?” I asked trying to sound normal.
“No. I used some leave so we could spend this week getting to know one another.”
I smelt a whiff of his body wash and cologne and felt my head swoon. He was definitely hot.
“Aren’t you the boss? I guess you just take time when you want?”
“Even as a boss, the world doesn’t work that easily. And I like to put the hours in. Only fair to the others. Important to lead and not follow.”
“Sort of… like a master?” I said smugly.
He took the mug with a smile and sat down. Fuck. He knew I’d sneaked a listen.
“You look like your mom.” He said as his eyes seemed to dissect me.
“Same mouth.”
I felt my stomach churn at the thought he was seeing my mouth as the same as the one that’d sucked him off just a few hours ago. That was what he was thinking. I knew it. My eyes flicked to his groin before I could control them. Fuck.
“We’re very different.” I said defensively.
“Kids always think that. They don’t like to admit it but they can’t escape their genes.”
I went silent as I thought about how much I liked sucking cock with a realization I might have inherited that trait from Mom. We hate to think it, but there is no escaping reality. One in which everything we do in our youth wasn’t invented by the current generation. Never mind Mom, even my nana had sucked dick or stuck her legs in the air while someone had eaten her out at some point in her life. Sorry. That was too gross, even for my mind.
Stuart brought my attention away from that disturbing thought.
“Are you that different? You both project strong character.”
His eyes burned into me.
“But then some people are clever. They learn how to hide their… submissiveness. So well in fact, even I don’t see it straight away. But it always comes out in the end.”
Was he talking about me? Or mom? We both acted strong. In control. I could face down anyone in an argument. Fight my corner. But deep down inside I still felt like a scared little girl with knots in my stomach. Perhaps Mom was too. Perhaps that’s what he held over her. I didn’t answer.
Stuart pressed on as though reading my thoughts. Not a surprise. It was his career to see into people’s minds.
“What are you hiding? Dominance? Or submission? Behind that image of strength do you secretly want to be relieved of all the decisions?
His face still portrayed that innocence he had. That same comforting smile. All of it masked a deep intelligence that I felt was at work on me. I didn’t trust myself to answer.
He sat back, taking a sideways shift sideways in his tack.
“You’re studying economics at Uni, right? So not entirely the same as your Mom.
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