by M T Stone
“Yeah, he’s had a tough few years. He did look you up in the corporate database one day and asked if you were my mother.”
“Ah, yes, there was a time when we knew each other quite well. Do you know if he’s started dating again?”
“No. Brandon says his dad's still not interested in dating anyone.”
“That’s too bad. He’s still such a handsome man.”
Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick. The thought of my mother being one of Jack’s college day conquests never even crossed my mind. What are the odds anyway? I wonder if Jack figured it out before or after we had sex? It’s hard to believe they are the same age. Jack has held up much better than Mom. Of course, he’s probably had a lot more pampering. This has turned out to be quite a dinner!
The shock slowly wore off as we finished our meals. It felt good to buy Mom dinner for once, instead of the other way around. As I accompanied her to the cab, I couldn’t help but notice Tim waving from the limo across the street. I thought about having Tim give her a lift home, but, the way events have unfolded, the last thing I wanted was those two talking! Waving goodbye, I felt that pit in my stomach coming back as I thought about all that Jack and I had to talk about. Hopefully, he would arrive home in a good mood.
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Jack
After a long day of meetings, I wasn’t looking forward to dinner with Rich. It would’ve been much more preferable to enjoy the evening back at the hotel. Upon sitting down with Rich, however, I found that my prejudgment of our topic was completely misguided. It appeared that someone (who I eventually narrowed down to Brandon) had mentioned to Rich that I was starting a new business venture. Rich was not concerned with his $320 million investment in Ryker Fashion Merchandising but in being considered as a provider of seed capital in the new venture.
“It’s not going to be that big of a deal, Rich.”
“I’ve known you for a long time, Jack. If you’re investing your time, it has to have huge potential.”
“You’re right, Rich. It has huge potential, and, if I see a way to effectively utilize additional capital, you’ll be number one on my list.”
For now, that’s all Rich wanted to hear. The rest of the meal was spent talking about the triumphs of the past and how much stock he should retain following the merger. He knew the merger was diluting a winning position and was anxious to get back in the game with someone who knew how to win. What he didn’t know, was that my motivation had been lust instead of greed this time. I hadn’t even taken the time to calculate how big our new venture could be, as it didn’t really matter to me anymore. Even if it were hugely successful and added another couple hundred million to my stack, it didn’t excite me. My days of chasing money were over, and the days of meeting with men to discuss money were over, as well. It made me wonder if Brandon was properly equipped to take on the role.
I sent Kate a quick text, “Wrapping it up, hun. Be home shortly.”
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Chapter 18 – Jack The Puppeteer?
Kate
Not only had my mother rattled me, but Jackie had been blowing up my phone all day. As Tim drove me home, I finally had time to listen to all 3 voicemail messages and read her numerous texts. It appeared that Raphael had dropped a bomb on her this morning, telling her that she needed to be in California next week for a modeling session. She was in a tizzy as to how she could possibly do the shoots while she still had a semester of school to finish. In her third message, she ranted about how Jack wasn’t responding to her and that she had left numerous messages with Kristen, as well as on his phone. I’m sure he’s going to love you now, Jackie.
Jack’s text message about being home shortly came at the perfect time. I had just gotten a bottle of champagne from room service and was filling the tub. I decided to soften Jack up a bit before explaining the little mess I had created and interrogating him about sleeping with both me and my mother. My god, that’s disgusting! When he came through the door, I was up to my neck in bubbles and half way through my first glass.
“Come join me, Jack. I poured you a glass.”
“I see that. Is there cause for celebration?”
“Well, my prototypes are complete, and everything is ready for our presentation on Wednesday.”
“Congratulations, Kate,” he said, clinking my glass with his.
As I watched him shed his clothes, I couldn’t help but compare him to my parents. He’s their age; and yet, he is so much more vibrant and youthful. My father didn’t have this good of a physique 15 years ago, and I don’t think my mother has ever seen the inside of a gym. It’s amazing how much difference eating right and exercising can make.
Jack’s philosophy was to eat one big meal per day and snack on fruits and vegetables the rest of the time. At first, I found it hard to do, but, after a few weeks, I found it a surprisingly easy way to limit my calorie intake. Most of all, I loved the fact that we could have one fantastic meal where we didn’t feel we had to deprive ourselves. Growing up, I had been taught the value of three square meals per day, but, looking at the difference between my parents and Jack, I now had my doubts.
“Mmmm, you’re nice and warm,” he whispered, as he slid in next to me.
“I had the chills after being out all day.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to miss January in New York.”
I thought about asking him what he meant by that but decided to enjoy the moment instead. In fact, everything that I had been fussing about seemed to melt into the background. He kissed me passionately as he put the stresses of the day behind as well. I let go of the thoughts surrounding my mother, Jackie, Brandon and everyone else and simply kissed him back. The taste of champagne, the steaminess of the hot tub, and two hot, wet bodies provided the perfect avenue of escape.
He poured a little of his champagne on my chest and began to lap it up with his tongue. Between the cold liquid and his hot mouth, my nipples were as hard as could be. He lifted me up and began working his way down the front of me when it popped out of my mouth.
“Did you sleep with my mother?”
Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that!
“Did I what?”
“Did you sleep with my mother back when you first met her?”
“Why? Did she tell you that or something?”
"Well, no. But she implied that she knew you really well. She also said that dad didn’t like you, so it all added up I guess.”
“First of all, we did know each other, but we never had sex. As for your dad, I only met him a couple times, so I’m not sure why he didn’t like me. Maybe he thought the same thing as you’re thinking, but that’s not the case.”
“Oh, thank God! I guess I just interpreted Mom’s tone wrong or something. I wasn’t going to say anything, but it was really creeping me out!”
“That’s understandable, Kate. Anything else bothering you?”
“Yes. I told Mom I’m dating Brandon.”
“Really? You haven’t even met Brandon.”
“I know. Mom asked how we met, and I told her it was through Jayne. Well, it turns out that she knows Jayne and talks to her on a regular basis. So, I leveled with her and told her actually I was dating Brandon, and he introduced us. I told her it was nothing serious, though.”
“Well, that’s good. I would hate to have to inform Brandon that he was engaged or a victim of an arranged marriage!”
“I’m sorry, Jack! Mom drives me nuts! She wants me to bring him to Belinda’s recital next Friday.”
“It’s alright, Kate. I’ll figure something out. Alright, based on everyone’s reactions, I think it’s best if we keep our relationship under wraps. Jayne is already suspicious as hell. She knows something is up but has no hard evidence. She was pumping Kristen for info this morning, but she held firm, as always.”
“That’s good.”
“Anything else you need to tell me?” he asked, with an apprehensive look.
“No, that’s it. Except for the fact
that Jackie has been calling and texting all day since finding out she’s being exiled to California. Was that you’re doing?”
“Jackie showed up at my office first thing this morning. When I arrived, both Jayne and Kristen were wondering who she was and said she was acting as if we were an item.”
“Really! Jesus, Jackie!”
“I really don’t want her around; so, I may have suggested to Rafael that she would make a great swimsuit and lingerie model.”
“She would; she’s perfect for it.”
“Exactly. So, it’s not like I exiled her to L.A.”
“Well, actually, you did.”
“I know, but it was legit.”
“I’m glad you could justify it for yourself. Poor Jackie, she’s really upset about not being able to finish school. It’s her last semester, and she’s already paid for it. Rafael told her she had to be in L.A. by the end of the week, so I’m sure it was a shock.”
Jackie’s ears must’ve been burning because, right in the midst of our conversation, my phone started to vibrate, and I saw it was her.
“Give it to me,” Jack said, reaching out his hand.
“Hello. This is Jack,” he said, with a crooked smile. “Well, Kate and I are actually in the bath tub. How may I help you?”
Jackie went on a good minute and a half rant about everything, while Jack sat there politely listening. I slid up next to him and began rubbing his thigh, as I knew that’s what Jackie would do in the reverse situation.
“I’ll tell you what, Jackie. I’ll talk to Ben tomorrow and make sure everything can be put on hold for you. Then, I’m going to reimburse you for the tuition payment. In return, I want you on a plane to L.A. on Thursday night. Check in with Deidra at the agency first thing Friday, so you have everything you need for shooting on Monday. Deidra will take care of finding you a place to stay and all that. If you need some of your stuff moved out there, she will arrange it for you.”
I could hear Jackie’s muffled voice on the other end of the line as Jack rolled his eyes. I moved my hand to the inside of his thigh and worked my way up his leg.
“The shoot starts Monday, Jackie. If you wait, it will be a whole ‘nother year before you have a crack at SI. That’s the goal, Jackie. After you do a few shoots for us, I’ll send samples over to Paula and TJ. If you’re chosen for the 2014 swimsuit shoot, you’ll never have to worry about money again. If things don’t work out for some reason, you come back and finish your degree. What have you got to lose?”
I wanted to get Jack off the phone, so I dropped down between his legs, keeping my nose just above the water line, and began stroking him.
“Consider it done, Jackie. Be on the redeye Thursday night, call Deidra first thing Friday morning, and everything else will fall into place.”
Again, there was a pause as I thought about whether or not I should attempt to suck his dick underwater. I decided against it as I hated getting water up my nose.
“You’re welcome, Jackie. You’re going to love it out there. Will do. Have a safe flight.”
Jack then flipped my phone out onto the carpet and proclaimed, “Jackie is officially out of our hair.”
If I hadn’t been so focused on his penis, it may have occurred to me that he could just as easily do the same to me one day. However, I had done enough thinking for one day, and Jack had another early day tomorrow, so it was time for a little fun.
“You are a little vixen tonight,” he teased, as he stood up and carried me from the tub.
Where were we going this time? The bed? The floor? No. Tonight, he headed for the soft, fluffy rug in front of the fireplace.
“Good choice, Jack. We haven’t done it in front of the fireplace yet.”
“No, we haven’t, and tonight, instead of me doing you, I want you to do me. Are you familiar with the reverse cowgirl position?”
“No. Is that something I should know about?”
“I think so; it seems to be big online.”
“Alright, you just show me what to do. I’ve never thought of myself as a cowgirl, but I’ll give it a try.”
Jack
In the reverse cowgirl, the girl was on top but faced the other direction. I assumed that it provided the best camera angles so that’s why it’s a popular porn position. However, I had been thinking about watching Kate’s sweet little bottom going up and down on me all day. As she squatted down on me, she put her hands on my knees for support, and I held her sweet little ass in my hands. She began to slowly move up and down, only taking in the first few inches, and I knew it was going to be as much fun as I had anticipated.
After a couple of dozen strokes, Kate began to flex her vaginal muscles the same way Jackie had done. Apparently, that was something else they had talked about on the plane. All I know is it felt incredible as she moved up and down the length of me. As my blood began to boil, I was tempted to take over, bucking her with my hips and picking up the intensity. Instead, I simply relaxed and decided to enjoy whatever pace Kate wanted to set. I began to focus on how it felt to be inside her and how she was literally squeezing me each time she pulled up. The more I focused on it, the more intense the pleasure became, and I completely forgot about assisting. As my hands dropped to my sides, Kate leaned forward and began thrusting against me with all the intensity I had been craving. In an effort to extend the pleasure, I tried to completely relax, focusing only on the absolute bliss of the moment.
With all my other muscles completely limp, I could focus on the tremendous surge building up inside me. I continued to relax as the feelings continued to grow. I opened my eyes and watched Kate as she pounded down on me from above. It's a vision that will be with me until my dying day. I groaned as I passed the point of no return. Kate felt the surge and began to move slowly up and down on me as I unloaded several shots within her. The feeling that washed over my completely drained body was every bit as sweet as anything I had felt before.
I love you, Kate. That was the only thought on my mind as she repositioned herself and began kissing me. I breathed in the beautiful scent of her long hair as it hung in my face. Lying there, I really wanted to tell her how strong my feelings were for her, but I just couldn’t do it. She and I both knew it wasn’t right. She was lying to her mother about dating my son; I was denying everything to my daughter. No matter how sweet this moment was or how great we got along, it would never be right. As my body recovered from another incredible sexual experience, my soul ached due to the fact that I was 49 and she was 22. If only there was such a thing as a time machine.
~~~
Waking Tuesday morning, my thoughts should have been focused on the most important day of my financial life. Instead, I lingered in bed, simply admiring Kate who was still fast asleep. It reminded me of when the kids were little. Most nights, I got home too late to tuck them in, so I simply sat by their bed and watched them sleep for a few minutes. It was a nice way to wind down from the day, and they always looked like little angels lying there. It was in those moments that I learned the meaning of unconditional love. Because I would do anything possible to help them make it in this world. No matter how badly they behaved, they could always count on the fact that I would be there for them. Lying there watching Kate sleep, I knew we would always be part of each other’s lives. No matter what happened, I only wanted the absolute best for her. She deserved to have a wonderful life.
With a tear weaving its way down my cheek, I got up, ordered my coffee and hit the shower. Standing in the shower, I started thinking about all of us. Were any of us truly happy? Brandon was miserable at the investment bank, even though he won’t admit it. I had been depressed for three and a half years and was now falling in love with someone less than half of my age. Jayne was holding off on her engagement, and Kate was lying to her mother about who she was dating. As the one who had always fixed the lives of everyone around me, it was time to start fixing!
~~~
Kate
It was the second day in a row that I woke u
p to find Jack already gone. All that remained was the lingering scent of his awesome cologne. I was either sleeping harder than normal or he was really quiet while getting ready. Oh well, he had a much busier schedule than me anyway. All I needed to do was pick up the prototypes and get a new outfit for the meeting the next day. I sent Jackie a text to see if she wanted to go to Nordstrom with me and have lunch.
“Yeah, I can meet you at 11. I have to pick up a couple of things anyway before I’m exiled.”
“See you there, funny girl!”
~~~
Lunch with Jackie was quite eventful, as usual. After letting her have a little pity party, I asked her, “What would you rather do in life than make the big bucks as a swimsuit model?”
She sat in silence for nearly a full minute before saying, “I’d rather be Jack’s girlfriend.”
“I knew it. You thought you could fuck him a couple of times and steal him away from me. You really are unbelievable, Jackie.”
“Hey, at least I’m always honest with you!”
“That’s true. You have always been honest about your intent to hurt me.”
“I’m sorry, Kate. It must seem that way.”
“Actually, there’s no need to be sorry. I’ve already accepted who you really are. Good luck in L.A., Jackie. You’ll fit right in.”
I got up and threw a $100 bill on the table.
“Lunch is on me. Thanks for being so honest.”
As I walked away, I realized that most of my stuff was still back at Jackie’s apartment. Just one more thing I’d have to deal with. Stopping at the bar, I had the server box up my salad. It seemed preferable to eat it alone back at the hotel. Jackie seemed a little stunned as I gave her a wave and walked out the door. Jackie will never get another chance to hurt me!
~~~
Jack
After going through our morning routine, Kristen apparently decided it was time to break her silence. I knew she was concerned by the fact that I was distracted and had lost interest in the business. She hadn’t been impressed with how I handled the near-miss on the earnings, either. Even though the end result was what everyone wanted.
