Page 4 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
After my last friend with benefits decided she needed a long–term relationship, I haven’t hooked up with anyone else for two years. I’m tired of temporary flings as well. And my dad’s passing saddened me, shook me, and made me doubt my life’s purpose.
I’m a successful scientist, but I’m also a lonely man without a family.
Who else would spend their evenings and weekends in a robotic lab except for a pathetic old fool like me?
I shut myself in my bathroom, take off my pants and briefs, and grip my cock. I close my eyes to see Zena’s gorgeous tits in my mind’s eye.
I recall how she rubbed her pelvis against the table while pinching her nipples and how she deliberately put on her bra and pushed her swells together to tease me.
Fuck me. Why did I taunt her and pretend her naughty behavior didn’t turn me on? I really wanted to bend her over the laundry table and fuck her right there. I would like to palm her round ass and mold her plump breasts while pushing my hungry thick shaft into her tight channel…
My cock throbs in my hand and explodes, expelling ropes of cum onto the floor.
I sigh with satisfaction while leaning against the wall. Fuck. Every time Zena is around my house, I jerk off like a horny teenager. It’s been going on for years, ever since she turned sixteen.
I avoided going to her house and directed my energy to work over the years. Of course, having fuck buddies also helped.
I remind myself Zena is off-limits. I shouldn’t even fantasize about her, but at least with the fire in my groin put off, I can face her with a pretend calmness.
“David, are you home?” My mom’s voice interrupts my bliss.
Shit. “Yes, Mom,” I say, grabbing some tissue to clean up.
“Zena and I will be in your dad’s study. Don’t come in,” she shouts from outside my bathroom.
“Okay, Mom,” I say.
I know what it’s about. Zena and her psychic ability. My mom has been bragging about it for a while.
I know deep down it’s all nonsense. Being a science man, I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits. Zena must’ve made up the story to make my mom happy. I haven’t interfered with the matter because Mom has been looking forward to these séance sessions. She was depressed after Dad passed away, and Zena’s little trick undoubtedly gave her a purpose to live. However, I feel the need to put an end to it. I’ve let it go on for long enough.
Today is a good time. Mom has recovered from her loss and should be able to accept the truth.
I’ll speak to her after dinner, maybe after Zena leaves our house.
Chapter 5
Zena
Linda chooses her late husband’s study to conduct the séance because it’s where he spent most of his time trading stocks when he was alive.
Not wanting her son’s intrusion, Linda locks the door from inside before we sit down at the large oak desk.
“Give me just a moment,” I say to her. “Let me see whether Ed is around.”
“Okay,” Linda whispers.
And then, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I sense him,” I say. “Let me connect with him.”
“Go ahead.”
I came up with the idea of communicating with the dead out of desperation to help Linda, who was grief-stricken. Ed was the love of her life, the first and only man she had. Losing him is losing the sunshine of her days. She stayed in bed during the days, never left the house, and seldom spoke for months. She kept saying there was no point for her to live. She wouldn’t even go to her yard, let alone the church.
So one day, when she said she knew Ed was in the house, I agreed and told her that I could sense him too. So began the séances. It worked like a charm. After her conversation with Ed’s spirit, during which “Ed” told her he was watching her and she had to be strong to live the rest of her life so they could be happy ever after, Linda got out of her house and started to live again.
And after that, she would find excuses to speak to Ed whenever she missed him. I had to make up a reason and limit the meetings to once a month so that she wouldn’t rely on it too much.
I meditate for a few minutes, and then, I speak, imitating Mr. Davison’s voice, “Linda, honey. How’ve you been?”
