“James keeps trying to tell me that I don’t have to work, and that’s been an ongoing argument with us”—exactly what I knew she’d say—“but I want to find something to do during the day so that my big activities aren’t just yoga class and laundry.”
Mom chuckles and her eyes sparkle when she looks at Lola. She knows that Lola isn’t one to lounge around doing nothing and depend on a man for financial support. Lola’s a very goal-oriented person. I know eventually my days of hanging out in bed and having on-demand sex whenever the mood hits us will to come to an end—and that’s cool with me because I know it’s important to her.
“So you’ve done pretty well for yourself in that business, then?” Dad says with a hint of disapproval. “Guess it all worked out for you.”
There’s a momentary pause when everyone looks at him like they’re wondering where he’s going with this.
“I’ve made enough to let us live comfortably,” I respond with a little more bass in my voice. If he wants to start some shit, we can start some shit.
“Earned a good living?” he continues with a challenge in his tone.
“Earned enough to take care of myself and my family. Earned enough for me and Lo to live how we want and for our kids to go to college.”
Lola gives me an oh, shit look, and I know she’s worried about this turning into an altercation.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve been so successful. You put your mind to something and you achieved it,” Mom says, shooting Dad a scolding glance. “And I’m glad you’re able to provide a good life for your family. I know my grandbabies will never go hungry,” she adds with a chuckle.
I see Lola blush at the very mention of grandchildren, and I smile as I look her over. Kids. Someday me and her can have kids, and we can be a real family. Given my past, it kind of blows my mind to even think that my life could go in that direction, but I’m psyched for the next step and the adventure of raising kids. Now that I think about it, I’d love to have a ton of children. Lola’s so gorgeous that I bet our kids would be super cute, and it would be cool to raise a kid with someone smart like her.
Dad mumbles something, probably some derogatory comment, but he doesn’t say it out loud.
It’s clear that something’s changed with my parents. Their relationship has shifted, and my mom seems to be running the show now. I feel like she saw this whole thing as her second chance with me, and she’s not about to let Dad fuck it up. I want to high-five her and tell her how psyched I am that she’s acting like such a boss now. Go, Mom!
Theresa made peach pie for dessert. I’m thinking it’s because she knows it’s my favorite, and we all dig in as Lola and my mom try to steer things in a more chipper direction.
“Supposed to be nice out tomorrow,” Mom says cheerfully. “Jon, I know you’ve been talking about going fishing. Why don’t you take the boys with you?”
“Brenda, I think the boys have better things to do than go fishing with their old man,” he replies, trying to politely decline.
“Don’t be silly. It’ll be nice for you all to get together,” she says dismissively. “Besides, Jonathan couldn’t come to dinner tonight and I’m sure he’d like to see his brother.”
“Mom, Dad probably wants to go fishing on his own,” I say, also trying to get out of this.
“No, no.” She shakes her head. “The three of you will have a good time. The ladies will do a dress shopping day, and you three can go have a boys’ day outside in the sun.”
From the way she’s pushing this, I know there’s no refusing it. It’s not an offer; it’s a polite demand, and I know I can’t say no, even though spending the day with my dad and my brother is about as far from a good time as I can imagine.
“Brenda, honey,” Dad quietly objects, “let’s not push it—”
“The three of you are going fishing tomorrow, Jon,” she says, turning to him with a stern look. “You’re going to go fishing with your sons, and you’re going to have a great time.”
“All right,” he mumbles, definitely not happy about having to give in to her.
I take a deep breath and try to look cheerful, but I’m not exactly thrilled about it either. First off, I hate fishing, and I suck at it because I don’t have the patience to stand there for ages waiting for some tiny fish to bite. Second, my brother is a huge douchebag and he’s super competitive, so he’ll no doubt try to make this into some kind of fuckin’ contest and then gloat about it when he beats me. Lastly, I can’t even imagine how awkward it’ll be to have to try to make conversation with my dad like we’re buddies when I know he’s ashamed of me and I know I’m pissed off at him. This is a goddamn train wreck waiting to happen.
I insist on helping Theresa clean up the dishes, mostly so I can get up from the table, and she pats me on the back when we’re alone in the kitchen.
“Not too bad so far, right?” she says with a smile.
“It could have been worse.” I laugh.
“Tomorrow, you just to have to not let him get to you. Do like Jay Z and just brush it off,” she advises, dusting her shoulder like he did in the video.
I crack up laughing at Lola’s mom throwing out a Jay Z reference, but I nod my head in agreement.
“Come here,” she says, reaching out to me.
I have to bend down really far to hug her back, since she’s tiny like Lola, but I embrace her.
“I’m really happy that you’re my son-in-law, honey,” she says as she pats my back. “It’s plain as day that you two make each other very happy, and I couldn’t have picked a better husband for her.”
“Wow, thanks, Theresa!” I beam. God, that means the world to me!
Everyone sits around chitchatting for a little while longer, though my dad is still pretty quiet, and then my parents head back home. Lola, Theresa, and I walk them to the door and then head back into the living room.
“Well, you made it through the first dinner,” Theresa jokes.
“By the skin of my teeth,” I reply with a big sigh.
“I think you were great.” Lola smiles reassuringly. “Your mom really missed you; I could tell.”
“Absolutely!” Theresa agrees. “When she first saw you, shit, I got choked up. It was so sweet to see her get to hug her son again.”
“Yeah, it was pretty intense. I missed her too. It was almost surreal to be able to talk to her and sit with her and stuff.”
“She’s going to be a wreck at the wedding,” Theresa says with a laugh. “She and I will probably have to sit in the back because we’ll both be sobbing. We’ll be so happy for you kids that we’ll both be a mess.”
“We’ll make sure we give out lots of Kleenex,” I joke.
There’s a pause, and Theresa looks at me and Lola like she’s proud of us. Fuck! I’m so into this parental approval thing!
“All right, kids, get some sleep. You, my man, have got a big day tomorrow,” she says as she points at me.
“Ugh, don’t remind me!” I reply with an exaggerated groan.
“Lola, I’ve got your room all made up and, um, you know, the two of you can be in there,” she says shyly.
“We’re allowed to stay in the same room now, huh?” I tease. “I’m not relegated to the guest bedroom now that I put a ring on it, eh, Theresa?”
She cackles with laughter, and her reaction makes my smile wider.
When Theresa found out I was doing porn, the whole idea of me and Lola sleeping in the same bed went out the window. Understandable, yes, because Lola was still a teenager and the porn thing only solidified my rep as a panty-dropper, but it was kind of funny to see that shift in her attitude about our little “slumber parties.” Suddenly she didn’t see us as kids anymore, and she realized that we were old enough to indulge in some very grown-up activities, so rules were laid down that prevented us from cuddling in bed together. We still managed to sneak in a few late night cuddles here and there, but Lola was afraid to risk it because she knew her mom was already paranoid.
Little does Theresa know that I actually swiped Lola’s v-card in that bed several months ago while she was out of town on a business trip. I’m pretty sure Lola’s thinking the same thing, because her cheeks are turning pink and she’s avoiding eye contact with me to keep from laughing.
“I love you both,” Theresa says through her laughter, “but don’t even think about having sex in my house.”
Now we lose it, both of us completely cracking up as Lola nods like she’s making a promise.
“All right, kids, get some rest.” Theresa gives us both big smiles and heads off to her bedroom.
We make our way to Lola’s room, and she takes off her jeans and T-shirt as she goes into the bathroom. She’s just in her white bra with little pink roses on it and the matching panties as she brushes her teeth and looks at me through the mirror.
“She didn’t say anything about fooling around in the shower,” I say seductively as I step behind her and put my hands on her hips to tug her closer to me.
“She said sex, just sex in general,” Lola replies with a cute smirk and an eye roll.
“But does she mean straight-up sex, like penis-in-vagina sex, or does she mean all sexual acts?” I spread my fingers over her stomach and kiss her neck a few times.
She watches me as I drop to my knees and slide her panties off her hips, pulling them down until they’re around her ankles. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at me as I start softly kissing her lower back just above the start of her cute little ass.
“I mean the definition of sex is really so subjective,” I whisper as I slide my fingertips up her thigh.
My hand moves between her legs, and I let the very tip of my index finger push forward just enough to slip over her clit while my lips brush her lower back.
“There’s this, for one,” I say, kissing her hip from behind as I tease her with my fingers. “I mean, does fingering count as sex? How about fingering without penetration? What about oral sex? It’s got sex in the title, but by the presidential definition, it’s not really sex,” I say smoothly as I bend her knee and usher her leg toward the counter.
She lets me move her until one knee is up on the counter, and she’s nice and opened up for me. I scoot forward and rotate until my back is against the cabinets and my face is right between her legs.
“Ah,” she exhales when I taste her.
“Take your bra off,” I instruct, momentarily glancing up at her before returning to what I was doing.
She reaches behind her back and unhooks it, tossing it onto the ground. Her breathing is already picking up, and even in this position her hips have started rocking just a little. She fuckin’ loves this shit, and I always get so turned on when I can get her going this way. I feel sorry for guys who don’t go down on their girls, because witnessing this kind of arousal is fuckin’ awesome.
“Mmm, James, we shouldn’t,” she says in an almost-moan.
“Does it feel good? Do you like it, baby?” I whisper to her before I really start to go at her.
She moans. “Yes…I love it, but we can’t. We…mmm…we have to stop.”
I know she wants this, just a glance at her body tells me that, but she asked me to stop, so I know I probably should.
I stand up and move behind her again, blatantly fondling her breasts while I lock eyes with her through the mirror. Her nipples are hard, and I know how sensitive they must be when I run my fingers over them.
“Come on,” she says, her husky, trembling voice betraying how turned on she is. “It’s the only thing she asked us not to do.”
I take a deep breath, but I let up on her and move back. She gives me a smile and even fans herself with her hand as she blushes. Do I know how to turn you on or what, Lo?
I watch her start up the shower and test the water before she gets in. Pretty soon, I’ve peeled off my clothes and gotten in with her. She’s facing away from me, soaping up, and she looks ultra-sexy.
There’s no way that I can stop myself from touching her, even though she’s made herself forbidden fruit at this point. I stand behind her as I kiss up and down her neck, rubbing my hands over her shoulders and back before I move them around so I can palm her breasts.
“James,” she lustfully objects, “I can’t do this in my mom’s house with my mom asleep down the hall.”
“The shower disguises the noise,” I reply, letting my hands roam lower and slipping a finger inside her. Warm and tight. Heaven on earth.
She moans a little louder and puts her hand on the wall to keep her balance. When she leans forward, I kiss the back of her neck and reach my other hand around her so I can play with her nipples. She’ll come faster this way, and that’ll make her less likely to object.
“I’m…I’m gonna get too loud,” she pants. “James, seriously, I know I’m gonna get too loud.”
“Just try to keep it in,” I reply, entering her with another finger and concentrating on her spot.
That gets a whimper, and I know she’s well on her way.
“I can’t—oh, fuck—I can’t keep quiet enough,” she moans. “Wait! Wait!”
I hate stopping, especially when I know she’s so close, but I do it because I’m not about to keep going if she really, really doesn’t want me to.
She leans back against the tile and breathes deeply, no doubt trying to stave off the impending orgasm that was just about to take her.
“I can’t do it,” she finally says to me. “Everything you do feels too good, and I’m going to end up screaming or something.”
“I’ve had parents-in-the-house sex before, Lo. There are ways, baby. I can show you ’em.” I give her the old James Laird Sex Laser Beam, as she calls this particular expression, and she bites her bottom lip for a second like she’s trying to control her arousal.
“As if you can be super quiet in a situation like that!” she playfully scoffs.
“I can, Lo.”
“Is that so?” she says with a very sly smile.
She drops to her knees, and before I know it, she’s blowing me. Shit! Her mouth. So good. She might have had a point about getting loud because my initial moan is significantly stronger than I thought it’d be.
Holy fuck! She’s working me in every way she knows how, and I’m already so goddamn horny that I feel like I’m going to pop right away. I bite my lip to mute my panting and groaning, and I brace myself on the wall as she feverishly continues.
“Oh, fuck…oh, shit…oh, fuck…oh, shit,” I breathe rhythmically.
“Right here,” she says, moving back a couple inches and pushing her breasts together as she arches her back.
Holy motherfuckin’ shit! She’s going to let me come on her tits! It’s too hot! It’s too insanely hot! Gonna lose it…no control…gonna—oh, fuck!
I spill out onto her, and I can’t take my eyes off what I’m seeing. She’s looking up at me and licking her lips, and it’s like something out of a fuckin’ porno—but ten times hotter than any scene I’ve ever shot. She’s usually Miss Good Girl, and there’s nothing I like more than letting Naughty Sex-crazed Lola run free. She surprises the hell out of me sometimes with the way she’ll suddenly pull the dirty girl card and jump to something way beyond her usual level.
“That was hot,” she says with a giggle as she stands up.
I catch her arm before she turns toward the water to wash off. “Hold on a sec,” I say, still a little out of breath. “I just want to memorize this.”
At that, she laughs pretty damn hard, and her cheeks turn bright pink as she lets me look her over. Shit! I almost can’t believe how hot this looks.
“Congratulations, you’ve marked your territory. Can I wash off now?” she asks, smirking.
“Yeah, okay.” I grin and let her go.
I try to leave her alone, to let her shower in peace and keep my hands off her, but I literally can’t stop myself. I’m still so hard and it’s like I’ll die if I don’t get inside her soon. Once she’s cleaned off, I grab her, spin her around, and kis
s her hard. She tangles her fingers into my hair, and I can feel the way her little body radiates with desire. She wants me big time, and she’s not even trying to fight it now. In fact, I can tell she’s kind of digging the way I’m getting more aggressive.
I hike her up and hold her thighs as I press her back to the wall, bringing my hips forward. The water makes everything smoother as I glide into her hands-free, filling her in one stroke. Mental note: we should do it in the shower more often. It makes me a lot less paranoid about potentially hurting her if I go in too hard or too fast.
As I start to thrust my hips, she moans a little too loud and claps her hand over her mouth to keep quiet. “I can’t,” she whispers.
I’m not stopping this time. I just can’t control myself, and my pelvis is shifting, making me rub against all the right places.
“I can’t do it without moaning too loud. I-I ca—oh, fuck!”
“Want me to cover your mouth?” I can barely recognize my voice because it’s been transformed into some kind of lustful growl.
“Sure,” she says, her eyes meeting mine in the naughtiest look I’ve seen on her face in ages.
I put my palm over her mouth, and I nearly die from how sexy it is. It’s sort of dominant, sort of forceful and rough, but with this undercurrent of tenderness that I always have with her.
“Hold on tight,” I instruct, and she nods.
I grab her ass and pump her like there’s no tomorrow. She’s whimpering and moaning, but my hand over her mouth is keeping the sound pretty decently muted. This is the fastest and hardest I’ve ever done it with her, and her thighs are flexed around my hips as her fingers dig into my shoulders. She’s bucking up against me, and the whole thing feels wild and primal.
“Mmm!” she loudly whimpers against my hand before losing all control and exploding into shakes and shivers.
Her nails claw into my back, and it draws my focus away for just long enough. “Oh, God, Lo!” I groan, pulling her tight against me as I come.
Her eyes close, and she pants as I take my hand off her mouth and wrap both arms around her to hold her up. Her body’s limp like an overcooked noodle, and she drapes her arms over my shoulders as she rests on me.
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