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He runs his hands down my back and around the front of my thighs, making me gasp. He slightly pulls back to look at me. His eyes are filled with desire.
I lean back with my hands holding me up, waiting for his next move. He runs his hands up my thighs, making me open them wider. He looks down between my legs and back at me with a cocky grin.
I'm panting so hard I feel like I'm going to have an orgasm just by him watching me. How is this so hot? He moves his hands on my thighs slowly as he watches me.
"I want to touch you." His voice is thick with arousal.
I bite my lower lip, and he groans, running a finger over my girly part. I gasp, and he aggressively kisses me, pressing his hand over my mound and making me moan in his mouth.
"Mom, I'm ready!"
Shaun's voice tears us apart. I touch my swollen lips as I gaze down at Maverick's jeans. He gestures with both hands and points to his hard dick.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" he says with a soft, shaky laugh.
I giggle, not knowing how to respond.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" he says jokingly.
I jump off the counter and place an open mouth kiss underneath his chin, giving him my answer without saying the words. Right as I am going to walk away, he grabs my waist.
"You're in trouble now," he warns, but playfully.
And I can't freaking wait.
* * *
Maverick
The winter's chill is in the air as we drive to the tree farm. A light snowfall blankets the ground, the tree branches heavy with snow. Shaun's eyes sparkle with excitement, and we feel his anticipation.
As we pull into the parking lot and I turn off the truck, I turn around to look at Shaun and ask, "Are you ready, buddy?" He is bundled up like Randy inA Christmas Story.
His eyes light up as he replies, "Yes! I want to find the biggest tree!"
His enthusiasm makes me smile as I remember how Scar reacted to the little things when she was younger. We hop out of the car and head to the rows and rows of trees with Shaun leading the way. The snow crunches under our boots as we walk up and down each row, carefully inspecting each tree.
As we make our way through the seemingly endless rows, I hold Scar close to my chest, feeling the weight of her petite frame against me. Even with her coat on, the biting cold causes her cheeks to flush a deep shade of pink, and her nose turns a bright red, almost like a cherry.
"Are you feeling warm enough?" I ask with concern.
Scar smiles up at me, her eyes alight with joy. "Now I am," she responds, her voice soft and sweet.
As we follow Shaun's lead, I ask Scar, "Is this Shaun's visit to the farm?" My gaze remains fixed ahead, focused on the path ahead of us.
Her head bobs up and down in agreement. "Yeah, it was tough at first. It wasn't easy to kickstart the same tradition that Seth had started."
The memories of visiting the tree farm with Seth and Scar are etched in my mind. Even during our college days, we continued to keep the tradition alive, making frequent visits to the farm.
Scar looks lost in thought, her eyes fixed on the tree's gnarled trunk. I sense the weight of her emotions as we stand there in silence.
Finally, I break the stillness and said, "You know, it's never too late to start it back up. I can't help but think that Seth would've wanted it to continue."
As I look at her, I notice a slight smile on her face, but it is nowhere near the usual bright and cheerful smile that I am used to seeing. This time, it is a smile that carries a deep sense of sadness and yearning.
"I'm sorry, Scar. I didn't mean—"
She responds quickly, saying, "No, it's fine." Her tone is soft, almost gentle. "It's nice to talk about him," she continues, her eyes downcast. "Mom hardly speaks of him."
