Page 22 of My Mom's Man
My phone buzzes in my pocket, jerking me from my wicked thoughts.
Emma: Can you pick me up from Ava and Quinn’s later? Mom says she has to work late. Do you think she’s doing more than just cleaning for these clients?
Me: She has a few clients with businesses that can only be cleaned late at night and on the weekend. I’m sure that’s what it is.
Am I sure, though? I shoot Amara a text next.
Me: Which client are you cleaning tonight? Em says I need to pick her up.
Amara: You don’t know them. It’s a new client. Thanks for getting her.
I’d been on the couch staring up at the ceiling last night when Amara came home. She was tipsy from dinner. When she saw the birthday stuff, she made a choked sound and then hurried upstairs to bed. I hope she felt horrible for doing that to Emma. I shoot Amara another text.
Me: You know we’re over, right? It’s not fixable between us.
She doesn’t respond. Probably for the best.
I head upstairs for a shower but find myself standing in the threshold of Emma’s room. Her panties and shorts from last night remain where she left them. Like an absolute stalker, I snatch up her panties and bring them to my nose.
Idiot.
Who the fuck does this shit?
I inhale the scent that somehow smells fruity like her shampoo. Because I’m foolish and clearly have no sense, I lie down in her bed.
Don’t do it.
Get up and leave.
And yet, I reach over to hunt down the vibrator she used. It smells like her and is still sticky. I shove my shorts and boxers down, freeing my aching cock.
This is fucked up.
Leave, man.
I press the vibrator against the side of my cock and wrap her panties around both of them so tight I groan in pain.
“Emma, what the hell are you doing to me?”
My words are cut off the second I turn the vibrator on. It pulses deliciously against my cock. I close my eyes and imagine her sliding it inside her body. With each rippling vibration, my nuts tighten more and more until I’m on the cusp of coming.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur. “I need inside you.”
She’s not here. Not even close. My cock doesn’t care. We’re fucking pretending and it’s the best damn day of my life.
I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face into her pillow. Then, I roughly fuck her bed with her vibrator tied to my cock. It’s easy to imagine she’s pinned beneath me as I drive into her.
“You’re going to come all over my cock like a good girl,” I groan into the pillow, voice muffled and breathless. “Beg for it.”
Of course no one begs.
All that can be heard is the sound of her headboard hitting the wall, the vibrator, and me grunting.
I’m a sick fuck.
I come without warning, shooting thick cum all over her silky sheets. I don’t stop and try to avoid the mess, instead, sliding my vibrating dick through the slick, spent cum until I’m boneless.
After a moment and I catch my breath, guilt trickles in, prickling me all over from the inside out.
