Page 48 of Sombra
“Buenos días.”
Oh God. That’s mymother.
My mother strides in, perfectly dressed, and surveys the situation, her eagle eyes not missing the fact that Kim and I are the only ones in here.
Kim picks up a bunch of bananas that are quite brown. “Too bad these went bad.”
Madre tuts at Kim. “No. Those are Canary Island bananas. A special variety. They appear overripe, but they’re perfect.” She’s polite to Kim,but she’s holding her tongue back. Her neck strains and her jaw tightens as she talks and gestures. I’m pretending she’s not here and focusing on the beauty dancing around the kitchen and silently ordering my dick to get the fuck back down.
“Can I try one?” Kim’s enthusiasm bubbles up the way the slowpoke coffee should be doing by now.Qué coño.I’m still hardening.Should have taken careof this when I woke up.
She bounces on her toes over a banana. I love how she’s the opposite of blasé. She’s not stuck up, jaded, or bored. I could watch her do anything. Like eat a banana.
Mental image of that. I stifle a sound. God, this is getting worse.
“Of course.”
Kim takes a picture with her phone, then peels the banana and takes a bite, her plush lips form aroundit. “Mmmm, it’s so good!” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and I get really filthy thoughts.
Yep. That momentary deflation from when my mother came in is a distant memory. My dick is now fully hard. Sticking up and out like the flag of Granada on a pole.
Will’s right. I shouldn’t be lusting after her like this, but I can’t help it. She’s moaning, “It’s the best bananaI’ve ever had. You’d never know it from the outside.”
My mother talks to her, hopefully unaware of how much I’m suffering. “They have an advertising campaign. ‘Don’t hate us because we’re ugly.’”
“That’s so cute! Yum.” Kim closes her eyes, and again, my mind drifts.
Yep. Definitely going to hell.
I clear my throat, and they both look at me. “Nada, nada,” I say. “Canyou get some milk for the coffee?” Because if I move, they’ll both know.
“Your milk isn’t cold?” she asks as my mother pulls out a new rectangular box of milk from the pantry.
“No.”
“Weird.” My mother hands the milk to Kim, who hands it to me. Her eyes flick down, and she sees me. First, she’s startled. Then she’s amused. Then she’s pensive. With a hazy look on her face, shelicks her lips.
Now this isn’t fair.
At the sink, blissfully unaware that I’m out of control, my mother washes small alpine strawberries she bought from the vendors in Granada. “Our strawberries are better, too,” she says.
She comes over and sets a bowl of them between me and Kim. I’m sure she wanted to separate us, but that’s the last thing on my mind. I take a berry andstand in front of Kim. I adjust my pants down so that my dick goes up to my waistband, but I’m pretty sure it’s not doing anything to really hide it.
Kim’s the perfect height for me, shorter, smaller, but not too much. Shifting against the counter, she moves closer to me. My feet straddle hers as I lean in and offer a strawberry. There’s no way she’d miss my erection now. It’s all I cando not to grind against her. She parts her lips and clamps her mouth down on the strawberry while I’m still holding it, and the noise that escapes her is so. Fucking. Dirty. Not unlike the sounds of my dreams. It’s all I can do not to pull her tiny shorts down to her ankles and off and throw one of her legs over my shoulder.
“It tastes so juicy and fresh. Wow, it’s an explosion of sweetnessin my mouth. It has actual strawberry flavor. When we get them back home, they’re tasteless, with woody stems. I love these! I could eat them all!”
“These are real,” says mi madre in English, and then she catches sight of me. “¡Tavo. ¿Que te haces?” I take a step away from Kim, and thankfully I think I’ve adjusted my pants enough that I can face her.
Or at least hope I’m blockedby the table between us.
“Nada, que nada.” I’m not about to let my mother start telling me what to do. Apparently, however, she has a different idea, because she begins yelling at me in rapid Spanish, betting on the fact that Kim has no idea what she says.
“I see you, Tavo. I see you getting these ideas in your head, and you must not. La estadounidense is very beautiful. But shecomes from very far away. And she will not benefit anyone.”
“Who says?”
Kim looks back and forth between my mother and me, but makes no indication that she understands.
