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She twists her eyes to me briefly and throws her gaze down to the sleeve of her sweater, tugging on it. Spending a lot of attention to the scalloped edges on that sleeve, making sure it’s just so.
“Your Mom. She mentioned going to Chicago for a few days right after Thanksgiving. She wants me to go with.” So, this is why she’s so nervous. She’s afraid of being here without my mother. She should be. All the things I imagine doing to her makes me hard again. I’ve never held off on having sex like I am now. I want it. I have it. Whether it’s an escort. Which are few and far between. I’m not into paying for sex. I’m sure that’s a perfectly fine way to make a living, for me I want someone I have some kind of feeling for. Even if it’s fleeting.
“No.” Simple enough answer.
“But. But.” Katrina moves further into the room which is perfect for me. I stand and quickly walk to her, fast enough her brain and feet can’t keep together.
I step into her space lifting her chin with a finger and stare into her blue eyes. I lower my head and brush my lips lightly against hers, her breath catching and stalling, “no. I said no. You stay here with me until I say you can leave.”
My lips brush against hers, my breath becoming hers and she’s in a daze, “no. I said no. You stay here with me until I say you can leave.”
The door to the study is thrown open and my mother bursts in with an outraged voice, “there’s no turkey in the refrigerator.”
“No, Mom there’s not. I was just planning on it being me and eating out.” I step and turn my body away from her as if I was bored and wasn’t just kissing her.
“Not anymore. We need a fresh turkey, so I can start cooking it in the morning. You need to have whatever I need delivered.” She waves her hand in front of her face as if waving away a bad odor, then stands with her arms crossed in front of her a stern expression on her face. She stands straight and tall, reminding me of an older Diana. I can see a quiver of arrows on her back and a bow held in her arms ready to shoot an arrow at me. Does she somehow know my intentions to Katrina? “I want a twenty-pound turkey, fresh not frozen.”
“Mom. There’s only three of us. We don’t need that large a bird.” I feel like acting like her and throwing my hands in the air. So, exasperating.
She glares at me even harsher than she was before. “You have heard of leftovers. Right?” The sarcasm drips from her voice.
“Yes, Mom.” A sigh deepens my tone. “Write what you want down. Sizes, everything and it’ll be delivered today.”
“Good. I’m going out for a few hours to visit a few friends. We’re going to L.A. to a club.” She has a small, almost secret smile on her lips.
“What? What club? Why?”
“I don’t know. Maureen Anderson. You know her, wants me to go. So, I am.”
I close my eyes for a split second and try to control my breathing. I can’t control her. She’s my mother after all. I don’t like it though. So many things can happen to bunch of older women out on the town.
“Take my limo for all of you. I’ll know you’ll be safe.” This is the best I can think of to keep them safe unless I hire guards to follow them around. Might not be a bad idea. I start thinking of calling my cousin.
He’s the head of the Italian mafia here in California, he can, “do not even think of calling your cousin. I will not have anyone following us around. Do you hear me?”
She gives me her mom voice even though I’m forty years old. I glance at Katrina and she’s smirking at me getting in trouble even at my age. She’ll get a spanking for that smirk. She’ll obey my every command.
“Okay. Mom. Whatever you want.” She walks over and kisses my cheek, her hands on my arms, a wide grin of excitement takes over her face. I know she hasn’t seen these friends in a few years because she hasn’t been here in two.
Mom claps her hands and squeals like a teenage girl. I’ve never met this woman before. She’s never been this excited about going out like this. I wonder what they plan on doing but I don’t dare ask. She is an adult after all. That thought makes me smile.
“I’m going to go and start getting ready for tonight.” She giggles, skipping. Actually, skipping out the door and up the stairs to her room.
My jaw has fallen open and I glance at Katrina and see the same with her. I shake my head in amazement and she giggles at my expression. I like her laughing even if it’s at me but I also want her on her hands and knees, back arching for my hand or belt.
The image plays out in my head, my pulse leaps as I stare at her but in my mind, I’m seeing her bent over my desk, hands tied behind her back and my belt making her ass red as a tomato. Now I’m hard again.
“We’ll discuss this after my mother leaves.” I growl, not even able to make any kind of normal conversation. All I want to do is fuck her and I can’t do it with my mother here. It’ll be for after she leaves.
“I’ll tell your mother. She’ll stop you.” She tries to growl, doesn’t do a very good job of it. She’s so cute when she wants to fight back.
“Go ahead.” I wave my hand for her to go. She draws her head back and narrows her eyes at me, Katrina starts to turn away. “Your father will immediately go to jail, don’t pass go.”
She whips her body back to face me, a fury in her eyes and face lights them up with fire blazing enough to incinerate me if she could, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before.
Her long, blond hair flies around her face, sticking to her mouth, her eyes. She swipes at the strands, pulling them out, her eyes flood with tears, blinking rapidly so they don’t fall. Tossing her head to give the impression of bravery she doesn’t have, shows in her shaking hands and trembling lips.
I stalk to her, backing her up against the desk, her ass touches the edge. My body plasters against her, every quarter inch of hers burns into me. Her tits. Her round stomach. Everything.
