Dinner didn’t affect his mood. Was I such a fucking albatross that he couldn’t deal with me living here for a while? I spent time here during the summers growing up. He had a delightful lake at the back of the property. I almost smiled thinking of all the fun I’d had then, but then I caught a glimpse of my father’s expression.He was watching me carefully. Studying me, really. I shifted uncomfortably and looked over at Ella, hoping she’d come up with something brilliant to say. That was a stupid hope, for Ella was never known for uttering anything brilliant. She was a sweet enough girl, but her brains were not her best attribute.I cut my steak up and delicately placed a piece of it on my tongue. I could feel Dad’s eyes burning through my flesh and bone and I couldn’t take it anymore.“What is it?”Dad didn’t pretend to not understand. “I just can’t believe how much you’ve turned into your mother.”“Well, you left me alone with her.” I sipped the wine that had been poured for me, in s
I thought of calling her but she’d only hang up. A letter would be no use, either.I went into my father’s office one Saturday afternoon.“Dad, can I borrow your car?”He sighed and looked up from his papers. How different we looked; he had black hair and a sharp nose, while I looked far more like my mother. We had soft, cutely up-turned noses with big eyes and delicate chins. But I had inherited his dark blue eyes—Mom had hazel.“I was worried one day you’d ask me this ... I’m not sure it’s a good idea just yet, sweetie.”“I want to visit Mom.”Dad’s eyes popped open and he shook his head. “Sit down.”I sat on his comfy leather couch.Then he gave me an almost pitying smile and walked over to his bar. He poured two glasses of scotch and handed me one.“Drink it.”I downed it, coughing and sputtering, and watched him sit across from me in his big winged chair.“Your mother doesn’t want you to visit her.”“I just want to apologize and—”Dad held his hand up. “Ellen doesn’t care if you’
“Lunch?” She sighed and shook her head, a joyless smile twisted across her face. “Melanie, what do you want?”“To apologize. To set things right.”Mom reached for a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face. “Should have kept you here.”I relaxed a little. Was she making her own apology? She didn’t really need to, under the circumstances.“Really?”She nodded and looked up at the sky. It was due to rain any minute. “Yes, really.”“Why?”Mom looked back at me. “So that he’d stay. So that when he was bored, he could go to you. He left me a little while after I sent you away. He was furious with me, actually. Does that make you happy? That he was mad I took his toy away? That he was so mad at me he broke all of your grandmother’s plates? Almost tore off my head.”My mouth had opened at her revelation and everything froze, but I shook my head after a minute. “Of course that doesn’t make me happy. But Mom, I saw the two of you at some restaurant together. Some—”“It was taken a mo
“Melanie...”“Please go away.”“Melanie, it wasn’t my fault.”I took five large steps away, hoping to catch my father’s eye. Alex grabbed my wrist.“Please, give me five minutes,” he hissed, keeping a smile on his face for those who’d begun to turn their eyes to us.I laughed bitterly. “Absolutely not.”“A minute, then.”“Alex,” I said, and then swallowed back the lump of emotion his name gave me. “Alex, please just leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you, okay?”“Why not? What did your mother tell you?”“God!” A tear dropped down my cheek and I met his eyes straight-on for the first time. “You broke my heart! And this is inappropriate, and you know it! So just stay away from—”“I didn’t send you away,” he said, eyes sparking. He was breathing heavily. “It wasn’t me.”I looked anywhere but him. “You fucked her that night.”He laughed and my eyes shot up to his in disbelief. He thought it was funny?“We were married, Melanie, it’s like I could be like ‘no, gotta be faithfu
I clutched his bicep, holding on for dear life as an orgasm crept its way though my body. I could feel his muscles flex and release as his hand worked hard between my legs. My stomach warmed, my breasts filled and my face flushed. He fished for a nipple with his other hand, annoyed when the fabric was too tight. I heard a ripping sound and even in my mindless rapture I gave him a look.He shrugged unrepentantly and then ran a calloused thumb over my nipple. I cried out and he quickly covered the sound with his panting mouth.His fingers sped up just as his fingers pinched my clit. My entire body went on fire and I shook while Alex held me, giving me soft kisses over the exposed part of my chest. Then his sparkling eyes kept my blurry gaze as he removed his fingers and licked them, one by one.When I came down I instantly felt like a moron. I regarded Alex suspiciously as I put my clothes back together. The tear in my bodice wasn’t too noticeable, thank God.He watched me from a few fe
Mother looked up from where she sat on the stool before her vanity mirror as I approached from behind. Without my shoes, I walked softly across the hard wood floor like a memory out of my youth. She watched me with her wide green eyes, a smile pleased, but nervous, smile on her full red lips.It had been a delightful evening. Just a mother being spoiled by her loving adult son. We dinned at a fine restaurant that mom would never have been frugal enough to enter if I was not paying - we danced to ancient tunes played by an ageing piano player and his young sexy lounge singer. Mother drank at least six glasses of fine wine - most of the bottle that I had bought. And we ate several courses of exquisitely prepared food.All according to plan.I stopped my approach as soon as I stood behind her, staring back through the mirror at her questioning gaze. I slowly brought my hands up to lay upon her thin white shoulders - the blouse from earlier in our evening already discarded. The elastic st
Mother's eyes were again tightly closed, her head threatening to fall back upon her shoulders.I spoke firmly and directly into her ear, "Spread your knees again mother!"Even as she gasped in response, "No... it would be wrong...", her knees spread further than they had been seconds before and her torso fell backward into my own, leaning into my chest, her head as if lifeless had fallen to my wide strong shoulder.My second hand had risen, slipped quickly back to the covered breast.Now I properly mauled my own parent - her hips beginning to move, thrusting forward in the stool, into my hand. She was gasping loudly and saying my name as a whimper again and again.Then, as suddenly as I had started, my hand removed itself from between mothers shapely soft legs and back up to her breast. She was getting really worked up and quickly, knees wide and continually humping the air as my hands mauled her chest. My chest, though, gently pressed her back up to a sitting position.Mother had con
Stepping back I reached forward and roughly spun mother around by her waist - the stool before her vanity being an old wooden affair with a free-turning seat and no back. It had been my grandmothers, her mothers, and it had aways been something special in my moms life.I gripped her knees, which she had again pressed together, and stopped her spinning as soon as my mom was facing me. Her eyes were looking at me with something like guilt mixed with pleading."How long has it been since you have been with a man mom?"We both knew how long - she had revealed it to me over dessert - five years. She looked embarrassed when she had told me, but I was not sure if it was because of telling her son that she had been sexually active after her divorce or that it had been so long since she had sex. She had asked me about my recent experiences - and starred wide-eyed as I told her about my current girlfriend and how she likes to do it in public places."Do you always use protection Jason... ?" She