Page 20 of Sour Brew Face

“Has he contacted you at all over the years?” She shakes her head quickly, using her napkin to dab at her eyes. “He didn’t leave a forwarding address or any indication where he was going?”

“Away from us, away from me. That’s all he said.” Sniffling, mom squeezes my hand. “Drop it, Langston. Please? Just let it go. You weren’t important enough for them to stay when they left, why open yourself up to more heartache when they reject you a second time?”

I suck in a breath at her harsh words. “Fuck, mom, was that really necessary?” I pull my hand out from beneath hers and grip the arms of the chair tight.

“The truth hurts, Langston. I’m trying to protect you.”

“I’m 34 years old mom, I think your days of protecting me from the big bad world have long since passed.”

“No. A mother’s job is never done. Am I not enough for you? Have I not been a good mother, friend, business partner to you? Why do you want to open old wounds?”

I slam my hands on the table, startling us both. “Because they have never closed!”

She sits back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest as she glares at me. “It’s that girl you’re seeing, isn’t it?”

I realize I’m standing when my knees give out and I plop down into my seat. “What?”

“Why you’re digging in the past. She’s made you question me; made you doubt me.”

“No, mom. She hasn’t. Well, maybe in a way. But not doubt you, more shine a light on something that has truly bothered me for years. Emerson leaving and so abruptly…”

“Let it go, Langston.”

I shake my head and stand, inhaling deeply before I meet her eyes. “I can’t mom. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Langston!” She calls after me, but I need fresh air, I need to be somewhere else right now. I need…Mo.

I drive to Mary Opal’s in a daze, my mom’s words churning uncomfortably in my head and turning my stomach. She may have closure, but I don’t. It’s been festering for years, but I respected my mom too much to dive deeper, to push. And now that I’ve given those thoughts room to grow, I can’t put them back in the box.

Mo opens her door after I knock, clearly shocked to see me on her doorstep. She smiles faintly, then it drops when she takes in my face. Without a word, she opens her arms and I step into her embrace. It’s exactly what I needed. The timetable of our relationship is irrelevant. It may seem soon, but I know that she’s mine and I’m hers. I’ve never felt this for anyone before, this peace that encompasses me when we are together, when I talk to her on the phone.

She guides me to her couch, then pushes at my shoulders until I sit. Climbing into my lap, she cups my jaw and tilts my mouth to meet hers. I shiver when her fingers drag across my scalp, through my hair, tugging slightly. She deepens the kiss and grinds down in my lap, my growing erection tapping at her clit through our layers of clothing.

Suddenly, there’s too much clothing, not enough skin, and I’m desperate to be inside her, to feel the peace she brings me on a visceral level. Quietly, she stands up, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts, the pink tips peaked in the dim lighting of her living room. She shimmies out of her lounge pants, taking her panties with them, until she’s completely bared in front of me.

“Mo…” She’s exquisite. Long lines of taut skin, small perky tits that suit her perfectly, a defined waist that leads to flared hips and the most beautiful, trimmed pussy I’ve ever seen.

She drops to her knees, my breath hitching as she reaches for my belt and pants. Keeping eye contact with me, she frees my aching cock and bends down to lick a stripe from base to tip, swirling just under the head, before opening wide and sucking me deep. My hips buck and my hands flex. She takes my hands and places them on her head, encouraging me.

Gentle thrusts in and out, her mouth coats my entire shaft, her breath tickling my pubic hairs. I’ve never been this deep in someone’s mouth before and my balls start to draw up before I’m ready. She plays with me, teasing me with her tongue, her fingers rolling my balls, before she releases me with a pop and sucks one into her mouth.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my eyes glued to the obscene stretch of her lips, the movement of her right arm as she fucks herself. I can hear how wet she is, how much sucking me off turns her on.

In the next moment, she’s straddling my lap and slowly dropping herself down on my cock. We both hiss when I breach her, moaning when I bottom out, and pant as she rises and falls like she was born to please me.

The way her body arches and bows, the slight bounce of her tits, and the sight of her body taking me inside her, it’s too much and yet so fucking perfect.

Mo clasps my neck in one hand and leans back on the other hand she’s firmly planted on my thigh. She undulates, her body moving like a wave, crashing into me, taking a piece of me with her with every retreat.

I take a nipple into my mouth, suckling and biting, enjoying the responding spasm of her pussy around me. My hand at the small of her back, urging her faster and faster as we both reach our peaks. She throws her head back on a silent scream, her nails digging into my flesh as she cums, drenching my cock and lap with her cream. I join her seconds later, emptying my balls and quite possibly my soul into her warm channel. We don’t stop moving together, though we do slow down, riding out the last waves of mutual pleasure.

With her arms wrapped around my neck, and her head laying on my shoulder, I grunt as I stand us up. I fumble my way through her house until I find her bedroom, then lay her down gently after pulling the covers back. I strip under her watchful eye and crawl into bed next to her. She rolls into my chest and sighs contentedly. I hold her, our legs entwined as we drift off to sleep. And I’ve honestly never slept better.

Mo 17.

I smack my hand on the nightstand several times before my fingers find my phone and clutch it. Growling, I stab my finger to silence my alarm and close my eyes, wanting to get back to my dream where Langston was eating my pussy like a champ.

Laughter from between my legs startles me. My eyes spring open and I jackknife on the bed. Langston’s eyes are crinkled with amusement and his lips are shiny. Oh. Oh, it wasn’t a dream.

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