by Hart, Romi
“Well, that part is true. I think I was just feeling…distracted.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Just business, I suppose. Worried about investments. Mergers. Year-end projections.”
“Mmmm sounds fantastic…ally boring.”
“What about you? What are you worried about?”
“Nothing,” she says, smiling back at me, as she strokes my face and hypnotizes me with those angelic eyes. “Nothing at all. I’m enjoying the moment.”
“That’s all we can ever ask for,” I reply.
She kisses me passionately, closing her eyes and sucking in my soul with her thirst. When she breaks the kiss, I release a humm which tickles her pink.
“What?” she says, staring me into silence. “You want more?”
“I do. I want you.”
She kisses me again, letting me take the dominant position. I push her on her back and roll on top of her, kissing her desperately, greedily, like this moment is not enough. She kisses me back and we revel in the energy.
My cock becomes hard, as I finally relax in the moment. Whatever happens, she’s mine right now. And I want her again. In the deepest and the most intimate way possible, I want her. I want more, and I’m not ready to let go.
I begin caressing her neck with my lips and she giggles.
“Look at you all feisty this morning.”
“I want you. I want more,” I say as I look into her eyes. I lose my smile. My eyes, my face, my entire tensing body, repeats the thought. I have you now, I want you now. “Again. More. I’m not satisfied. I want to cum in you again.”
She loses her smile too and her eyes go wide, alarmed at my passion. Feeling the same intensity. Without a word she understands. She opens her legs and her already dripping wet pussy because I ordered it.
I pound my huge cock inside her, this time with more force. This time I feel every second, I shut my eyes and possess every moment. This is my memory, my favorite memory up until now. I want her to look at me like that all the time. No smile, no defense, no obligation to walk away. Just trust. Just trusting me, just wanting to be with me. Nowhere else. Nothing else in her life but my huge fucking cock!
I start riding her wet pussy rough and fast, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head. This time she feels it, she moans with each thrust. She feels my need, feels, my want. My naked desire for her, and her above everyone else.
At least for this moment. And I want more. So much more.
Her voice, like a string of melodious sighs, makes me so hard it hurts.
“Yeah…yeah come on. Give it to me.”
“I want you…so bad.”
“I know!” she laughs. “You just fucked me and want to fuck me again?”
“Mmmm!” I groan, as I flex my body and grit my teeth.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she sings, tightening her pussy and making me beg for release.
“Ohhh yeah, I want to cum in you again, Laura.”
“Do it!”
I clasp her hands and hold on tight as I cum inside her unprotected pussy a second time. Each spurt is so tight, so sharp, almost an aching pain under my taint.
“Ohh God!” she says, almost coming herself. “That was so hot.”
“I want you again,” I say, sighing and trying to catch my breath.”
“God!” she laughs. “What has come over you? You’re so horny today.”
“Yeah? You like me horny?”
“I do,” she says, reaching over and kissing me again, letting her gorgeous lips kiss and smack me all over my chin and cheeks. Her saliva, her spit, is like nectar. The only thing that makes me feel wanted and loved. “Does my body drive you wild? Makes your beautiful young cock so hard?”
“It’s not just your body,” I say with a deep exhale.
“Oh?” she says with a naughty smile.
“Your brain. Your mind. Your heart. Your soul. Everything about you. I want to fuck all of you, every last piece of you.”
She laughs but then suddenly becomes uncomfortable and frowns.
“Sorry…I know you don’t do anal. But I’m fine with it.”
“Shut up,” she laughs. “It’s not that. I just uh, I got to go see my mom today. I missed our lunch last week. She’s very concerned and thinks something’s wrong. But that’s mothers for you.”
“Oh yeah? Your mom? What’s her name?”
“Eleanor Katt. She went back to her maiden name after the divorce. Guess like father, like daughter.”
“Is she a likable mom?” I tease her. “If she’s related to you, I’ll bet she is.”
“Of course! We’ve been through so much together.”
“Hey, want me to tag along?” I say with a half-smile.
Our eyes meet, and she goes stiff. Almost pale at the thought.
“What? What do you mean?” she says, freaking the hell out. “My mother? Why would you…”
“Geeez, sorry I asked.”
“No…no, it’s not that.”
“It was just a suggestion. If you got plans, that’s cool. I was just thinking I wasn’t doing anything.”
“Yeah, I know. But…parents…”
“So what?” I laughed. “You met my parents and the world didn’t end.”
“Yeah but…but…”
I crack up laughing, though I can’t help but feel a little miffed at how thoroughly ashamed of me she is apparently.
“Don’t worry, Laura. It’s cool.”
She remains quiet.
“You know what?” she says nervously. “Okay. I can let you meet her.”
“Not if it’s a big deal.”
“Well, it is a little bit. She is very conservative. She’s easily offended. She’s…”
“She’s a mom, I get it. I don’t go talking about jizz around my own mom, you know.”
She laughs. “I know, I know! Just…go easy on her.”
“I will,” I reply, excited at the thought. It feels like I’ve been invited inside, perhaps to the dining room level of her heart. She trusts me, at least a little more than before.
“No saying anything weird!” she repeats, and I laugh at the idea.
“Promise.”
She smiles but it’s bit of a nervous expression. Poor girl, I can tell already she treasures her mother. They’ve both been hurt before. And to give so much trust to me, to protect her mom, at least feels like a pat on the back.
I arranged to meet Eleanor over lunch at one o’clock and though everyone did seem initially nervous and uncomfortable, I think ordering a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild wine did the trick.
“So…” Eleanor says, a stern look on her face. “You’re the one Laura’s been talking about.”
“Apparently”, I say with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Byron Gallows.”
I shake her hand and she nods politely.
“Are you at all related to the Gallows family?”
“Uh just a distant relative, you know, a friend of a friend, cousin, that sort of thing.”
“He’s their son!” Laura says with a snicker.
“Oh!” Eleanor says. “Oh my. So you are related to them.”
“He doesn’t like to tell people who he is because they all start assuming he’s some rich oil tycoon or something.”
“Oh! I see.”
“Yes. And don’t worry, I’ve heard all the rumors and hear-say about my family. None of it is true. People just like to gossip.”
“Well, there is a lot of fake news going around on Facebook I know that. I read a story the other day about some woman who was suing Verizon because she accidentally stuffed a phone up her…well…you know.”
“Ugh!” Laura says. “Where in the hell did you read that?”
“Well, I read it on Facebook but then saw another website that said the story was false. It was a comedy story or something?”
“Ah, well that figures.”
“I don’t think it’s very funny!” Eleanor says. “Why would you make up
something like that?”
“Terrible. Terrible!” I reply. “But it probably did boost Verizon’s sales.”
“Hmm. So what do you do, Byron?”
“Technically, I guess I’m an investor. I take calculated risks.”
“What does that mean? You invest?”
“I fund causes, organizations, startups, commodities, that sort of thing.”
“Oh! I see. So you’re very wealthy but you don’t actually have a job?”
“Mother! That’s insulting. Investing is a serious job.”
‘Nah, it’s okay,” I laugh and grin at Eleanor. “If you’re asking do I have a real job like Laura here? No. That’s something that takes real dedication. Helping people, saving people from themselves. She’s doing the Lord's work, so to speak.”
“Well, I agree!” Eleanor says. “I’ve always been so proud of her. She’s been hurt a lot, you know. But she bounces back every time. She’s so independent. To a fault, I say.”
“Oh come on now!” Laura says. “I’m more of a brat than a strong independent woman.”
“And of course, she always puts herself down!” Eleanor says. “I always tell her, be proud of yourself. You’ve done what most women will never do.”
“I completely agree. That’s one of the many reasons I like her. Oh! Am I allowed to say I like you?”
“I think she knows,” Laura teases me back.
“I do think she should get serious about building a family, you know. So I’m glad that she’s taking things seriously. But taking things slow is also good.”
I nod awkwardly and smile at Laura.
“Mother, you’re making him nervous.”
“Nah, I’m fine. My parents give me the same treatment. But I understand, it’s just because they’re concerned about me. It’s just showing love and concern.”
Eleanor nods. “That’s true. We’re old and silly people. I get that’s how our children see us. But we also know a little about life.”
I nod politely and Eleanor smiles.
“You know Byron, you are very well preserved for your age.”
“Thanks.”
“I swear, you almost look twenty-years younger.”
“I hope not! Then I’d be fresh out of Kindergarten.”
“What?”
“Sorry. I was uh…just joking?” I titter nervously. “Seriously, thank you. I am a very handsome forty-year-old man.”
Laura sighs. “It’s okay Byron. Mom, don’t get all freaked out, okay? But Byron is uh…twenty-five-years old.”
“Twenty-six. Had a birthday, remember?” I wink at Laura who laughs quietly.
Eleanor looks at me, then at Laura, then back at me—her face showing shock, horror, and wonderment.
And then finally…she giggles like a schoolgirl.
“Well isn’t that wonderful!” Eleanor nods at her daughter. “Good going. She’s always been a very ambitious girl.”
Eleanor giggles again and gives us both a funny look. At least she doesn’t think I’m taking advantage of Laura…but maybe the opposite?
Laura seems pissed. Eleanor’s got the giggles. The idea of her mature, successful daughter taking a younger man is apparently still a family taboo, but I don’t mind. A lifetime of people hating me and my family for our indiscretions…well, it prepared me for a lot worse.
This actually feels kind of quaint and funny. And yeah! I have to admit, the visual of Eleanor laughing so hard at her daughter’s sexual prowess, is hilarious.
“Okay,” Laura said, turning her head and scowling. “We got that out of the way.”
“Sorry, honey. I just…never expected.”
“It’s fine. We can move onto other subjects now.”
“So, what do you two like to do?”
I grin. Laura flinches and looks as embarrassed as hell. Poor girl, no wonder she fretted the big mom meeting. Eleanor is very gregarious and down to earth. Thinking back, I suppose my parents are almost formal by comparison. But maybe I ought to help my poor girl out a little bit.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me!”
“We actually really love the holidays.”
“Really?” Eleanor asks suspiciously.
“Yeah. Growing up with my family, I remember Christmas. I mean, not very well because I was a kid, but I used to love Christmas mornings. My family would be there and it just felt like this wonderful, peaceful, enclosed little world. One where I felt comfortable.”
“Ohh,” Eleanor smiles, for once, sincerely and not just to screw with her daughter’s head. “Aww, that’s sweet. Do you really remember that?”
“Of course,” I say, definitely not lying about this one. “It wasn’t really about the religion or the commercial aspects. It was about how the family actually got together and just dropped everything else. Business, appointments, everything. The moment belonged to us. We were a family and for just one day, the world stopped turning. That’s what Christmas meant to me. I think Laura and I bonded for the same reason.
“You are so right!” Eleanor says. “I feel the same way. People are so materialistic today, they forget what’s really important in life. It’s family, friends, and people. It’s not things.”
I smile at Laura, expecting her to smile back, or grin or give me a little smug half-smile. To my surprise, she’s just staring at me, blankly blinking, in deep thought.
Huh…I had no idea Laura actually did think so fondly of Christmas.
“Did you mean what you said?” Laura asks me, as soon as we drive away, leaving Eleanor at home. Laura’s driving today and dropping me off is a nice change of pace.
“I always mean what I say. Why?”
“All that stuff about Christmas?” she asks suspiciously. “I mean, I get that you were trying to bail me out of an awkward conversation but…”
“But what?”
“Don’t do that,” she says.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Don’t manipulate emotion out of her. Or me. It’s not necessary.”
“I wasn’t manipulating.”
“Really? So, you LOVE Christmas that much?”
“I love family that much!” I say, finally provoked. “That was the whole point.”
“You never mentioned it to me.”
“NO, I didn’t. We were too busy fucking to talk about anything serious or deep, right?”
I’m not sure where the ire is coming from, but we’re both feeling it. She doesn’t trust me, and I feel used. It’s a new and strange feeling but we’re both running with it.
“YES. That’s all we’re doing,” she reminds me.
“Fine! Who cares? So I fuck your brains out and we go our separate ways. And I still go and meet your mother and treat you like a good friend. I even make sure your mom likes me because sometimes, once in a while, I actually care about people. So fucking what? You’re the one who wants to keep things so cold between us, Laura.”
“Just get out of the car!” Laura says, blowing her top. “I am not cold. I’ve been nothing but kind to you! How dare you!”
She slows down and then exits to the sidewalk, giving me a hateful glare.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No, I’m not getting out of the car,” I say with a sarcastic grin. “Drive me home like we agreed.”
“You’re rich, you can get a cab.”
“Yes, I could but I am not getting out of the car,” I say, staring her down and meaning every goddamn word.
“Get out!” she says, coming to a stop and pointing.
“NO. Your request is denied. Take me home like a good little gentleman.”
She stares at me and I glare back at her. I lose my smile and she becomes more enraged. But I don’t care. She asked for this argument now she’s going to get it.
“Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore.”
“I’m fine with that, but you still have to take me home. Take me home, Laura.”
; “I don’t want to. And you’ve pissed me off, so get out of my car.”
“Nope. Won’t do it. I’ll just lay here and take a nap. Drag me out, kicking and screaming if you must.”
“If you don’t, I’ll call the cops on you! Now leave!”
“No. I’ll just pay the cops off. How do you like that?”
She shakes her head, looking like she wants to strangle me.
“You can’t do this. If I ask you to leave, then you leave.”
“Well, I would, except that I trusted you, and let YOU drive. If I were driving you, I would consider your request. But alas, you have to live up to our agreement. Take me home. Then you can go and throw a little hissy fit wherever you want.”
“You really are an asshole, you know that?”
“I am. And you sure love to fight over nothing, don’t you? Now be a good little BITCH and drive me home.”
Her mouth drops open in shock.
“And while your mouth is open so wide, put my fucking cock in it.”
I stare at her, raising my eyebrows and daring her to strike back. But I win. She goes back to driving and glares out the front window.
Minutes pass and we haven’t said a word. The tension is awkward, but I don’t care. I still stand by my rule that she can’t just dump me in the middle of nowhere. She owes me more than that. I, on the other hand, don’t owe her shit. So if she’s finished with her mid-life crisis or whatever, that’s fine. But don’t ever push me around, Laura. Or I’ll push back.
I’m tired of this silence. Instead of putting the radio on she just continues speeding off trying to take me home as soon as possible. I sigh and decide I might as well piss her off again, just to make the rest of this car ride entertaining rather than all serious and shit.
“Hate fuck at my place?”
“NO.”
I laugh it off. “All right. Just making sure.”
“Maybe.”
“Hey, that’s promising.”
She breathes in and out, trying to keep control. Holding something back, though god knows what.
“Blowjob in the car?”
“Shut up!” She finally gives me a half-smile. But then goes solemn again.
“Sorry I embarrassed you-” I start to say but she interrupts me.
