Page 111 of The Naughty List

She shakes her head. “You better watch what you’re doing and think long and hard about this. They are family! They will be here Christmas day for dinner, you know?”

“I know, Mom. They spend Christmas here every year.”

“Then you know how valuable our friendship is with them.”

I nod. “I know, Mom.”

She seems really disappointed. “I’ve got to call her mother. I’ve got to put a stop to this.”

“Mom, I’m a grown-ass man. Don’t you think I can handle this myself?”

She picks up the sheets and looks at me. “A grown-ass man doesn’t sneak women into his mother’s house to…” She starts to stutter, not knowing how to say it. “To sex her up.”

Really? That’s the term you chose to use?

She rushes out and I fall back on the bed, groaning.

It’s only been five minutes before Felicity is calling.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Well, I just had the most awkward conversation with my mother.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, sitting up. “I just came in the room and she was stripping the bed. Then she found your ripped-up panties and knew you were the only one who had been over. She put it together herself. Are you in trouble?”

She laughs. “No, my mom thinks it’s great.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she said she’s known for years how the two of us felt about one another and she’s glad we’re finally doing something about it.”

I shiver. “I feel a little dirty now that we like…have her permission.”

She laughs. “She also mentioned running into you in the living room this morning.”

“Yeah, she said I was a sweet boy after I roughly fucked her daughter under her own roof.”

“Well, it wasn’t that rough,” she says.

“What?”

“It was sort of gentle. I enjoyed it.”

I feel like my manhood is on the line. “Oh, you want it rougher?” I ask. “I can get rougher,” I promise.

“You were pretty rough last night and I enjoyed that too. I like seeing all the different sides of you I didn’t know before.”

I laugh. “You don’t think I’m some sort of sick, twisted weirdo? Cuz my mom does now after picking up your ripped-up panties.”

She giggles. “If you’re a weirdo, I’m a weirdo. In fact, I think we need to get to living out that car fantasy I’ve had for far too long.”

I smile “Oh, that we can do.” My body starts to come alive, just from talking about it. I stand up and look into her window. “Where are you?” I ask.

She quickly steps in front of the window. I see that she’s changed out of my boxers. She’s now wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a light-pink sweater. “Mmmm, you look sexy.”

She frowns. “Sexy? How?”

“I love watching you walk around in yoga pants.”

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