Chapter One“Mom, Kyle Chambers,” Justin said. “Kyle, my mom, Kate Ellis.”
And with that, my obsession was born.
The woman was perfect. A messy ponytail kept her long red hair away from her face as she stirred a pot of pasta sauce. Her cheeks were pink against her pale skin and her eyes were bright green. When her thick lips curved into an inviting smile, the deep creases around her eyes only added to her beauty.
I’d never found older women attractive, at least none that weren’t sexpot movie stars, but Justin’s mom was fucking hot. I had to swallow before I could find my voice. “Thanks for having me, Ms. Ellis.” I extended my hand to her.
She took it in hers and my heart skipped at beat at the heat radiating from her smooth palm and long manicured fingers.
“Call me Kate. Ms. Ellis is my mother, and I am not my mother.”
Holy shit. Her voice was soft and smooth. It reminded me of one of those nine-hundred number commercials that play late at night. I imagined her curled up on a big bed with her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she said, Call me for a good time. The thought made my cock twitch.
“Dinner is almost ready,” she said. She returned her attention to the contents of one of the pots.
Justin opened the fridge and leaned inside. With both of their backs turned, I looked over Kate’s slender frame, my gaze lingered on the ass snuggly tucked in her dark jeans. I probably could have stared all night long, but a bulky man walked in. His slicked back blond hair and long sideburns made him look like a cocky asshole—like one of those know-it-all redneck bastards that only care about carburetors and bad tattoos. As much as I hated the thought of this dick touching Kate, I knew he must have been her boyfriend—the one Justin had been bitching about since we started sharing a dorm room at the beginning of the semester.
“Hey, guys,” he said.
I immediately disliked him. Kate smiled and looked at him as if he’d done something incredible by acknowledging us. Her approval made me want to punch him in the face.
Justin had told me how Kate and John constantly fought. Justin had tried to convince her to get rid of the guy, but Justin said she had a thing for losers. Seeing this jackass for myself confirmed in my mind that Justin wasn’t just overprotective of his mother, she really did like assholes. This guy screamed dickhead with his tight jeans and his fake-leather jacket.
“You must be Kyle,” the douchebag said. “I’m John, Kate’s errand boy.” He showed me proof by holding up a bag from the grocery store.
“Quit whining.” She teased, reaching for the bag and then setting it on the counter.
“What’s up, Justin?” John asked.
I sensed tension in the room.
John cheated on Kate over the summer and Justin had been pissed as hell when she’d taken him back. He’d told me about it enough times that I was pissed too. From what Justin said, Kate was too sweet and forgiving and John took advantage of her whenever he could.
Justin barely glanced up as he cracked open a can of soda. “Not much. You?”
“Same old, same old.”
“Figures.” Justin sounded like he was already bored with the conversation. His disinterested look said he’d rather be anywhere else than standing there talking to John.
Kate cleared her throat and cocked a brow at Justin.
“I’m going to show Kyle around,” Justin said.
I glanced back as we walked out of the kitchen. John held his hands up, as if to say he tried and Kate acknowledged his attempt with a smile. “Well, that was awkward,” I said.
“The dude’s a douche bag.” Justin’s voice was strained. “I don’t know why the hell she let him come back. Whatever, it’s her business, not mine.”
Justin flipped on the light switch of a room that looked straight out of a magazine. It was homey, but not lived in; obviously the guest room. I eased my bag onto the neatly-made bed. “He’ll do it again,” I said. Actually, I hoped. “Then she’ll be done with him.”
“Yeah. Whatever,” he said.
I looked around the room. An unframed canvas hung on the wall, a landscape done in muted colors. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t great either. I’d dated an art major during my freshman year, so I knew a thing or two about art. This painting was definitely done by an amateur.
Justin laughed when he noticed me looking at the art. “Mom thinks she’s Picasso or some shit. These things are all over the house. Tell her you like them and she’ll adopt you.”
I laughed. But as I did, I made a mental note to compliment her work later.
* * * *
After dinner Justin and I went to the den to play on Justin’s game system. We’d been killing zombies for a few hours when I went upstairs change into sweat pants. As I fumbled in the dark for the light switch in the guest room, I heard a noise that made me stop.
There were only four rooms in the hallway; the guest room, Justin’s room, the bathroom and across from that, on the other side of my room, Kate’s bedroom.
When I heard the noise again, I closed the door behind me and moved deeper into my room. I held my breath and closed my eyes. Kate’s room and mine shared a common wall and, as I leaned close to it, I heard a bed moving.
It wasn’t the occasional creak of someone rolling over. The sounds were steady and fast—the rhythm of bodies having sex. And from what I could hear through the wall, it sounded like some pretty serious fucking.
My speculation was confirmed when I heard a guttural moan from John followed by a cry from Kate.
My cock stiffened as I imagined her on her knees on the bed getting rammed from behind. I could almost picture her creamy breasts with rose-colored areolas and tight nipples bouncing as her body was invaded. I imagined her eyes closed as her teeth bit into her plump lower lip.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
Though her plea was quieted by the wall that separated us, I knew she was coming. A moment later she cried out again, this time a deep moan that almost sounded pained. Then the creaking of the bed slowed to a stop. I listened for a few more moments, but the room next to mine was quiet.
I hurried out of my jeans and into a pair of sweatpants. I tugged my T-shirt down to make sure it covered my still stiff cock. I heard Kate’s door open and cracked my door enough to peer out. I grinned when I saw her slip into the bathroom and close the door. I snuck into the hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, waiting for her to reemerge. I wanted to see her face, try to smell the sex on her. I stood in the dark hall, hiding in the shadows, until I heard the doorknob turn. When Kate opened the door, I moved from the shadows toward the bathroom. I acted surprised to see her there.
Kate gasped and put a hand to her chest. “Oh, shit, you scared me.”
I glanced down and noticed that her fuzzy pink robe was open enough to see the curve of her breast. I just saw a flash before she pulled it closed, but it was enough to cause me to stutter for a moment. It was obvious that I’d seen her tit even though I had tried to act casual. Luckily, she was cool enough not to say anything, but she didn’t do a very good job of hiding her grin. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, but I could tell she was amused by what she probably thought had embarrassed me.
“Sorry,” I finally managed to say. “I just came up to change out my jeans. I was in stealth mode so I didn’t wake you and John up.”
She laughed, the seductive tone of a woman who had just had sex. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked puffy. Her hair was in a ponytail, but it was messy, like she’d pulled the mass of auburn strands back without brushing them. She looked tempting as hell and I wished I’d been the one who’d just pounded into her.
“Oh.” Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. “So, you just came upstairs?”
I nodded, trying my damnedest to look innocent. “Yeah. I threw on my sweats and was about to…you know.” I gestured toward the bathroom.
I was expecting her to step out of the way and let me in, but she glanced down and I was certain she noticed my dick standing straight up in my pants. It was my turn to blush. I’d all but said I needed to go in the bathroom to jack off. Nice.
“Well, don’t stay up too late. People will start arriving around eleven. You want to be well rested to meet the rest of the family.” She gave me a wink as she pressed by me. “They’re the crazy ones.”
I watched her walk across the hallway. She stopped at the closed door and glanced back, a smile that was a mix of amusement and seduction on her lips. “Sweet dreams, Kyle.”
Somehow I managed to say, “Night, Kate,” and step into the bathroom without begging her to follow me.
“Shit,” I breathed as I leaned against the counter. That half-second flash of boob had more affect on me than most of the porn I’d watched since I’d started jacking off. And that was a lot of porn.
I’d barely spent time with Kate, just a few minutes in the kitchen before John had come strutting in. I had sat across from her at dinner making awkward conversation while Justin and John glared at each other over the spaghetti and garlic bread. It wasn’t like she’d crawled across the floor half naked and begged me to fucked her.
What the hell was it about her? Sure she was beautiful, but I’d dated beautiful women. None of them had pushed me to the point of obsession. I wanted nothing more than to throw Kate down and fuck her until she screamed. Not cried out like she had moments ago, but screamed. And dug her nails in my back. And wrapped her legs so tight around me I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know why. All I knew was my body was borderline insane with lust and my dick was so hard it hurt.
I turned the cold water on and splashed my face a few times to snap out of the Kate-induced haze. When I was finally able to think about something other than having sex with her, I went back downstairs.
I tried like hell to focus on the game but my mind kept wandering. No, it wasn’t wandering. It was reliving my trip upstairs, from the groans, to the flash of tit, to the blush on Kate’s cheeks.
I held out for another hour of video games before I couldn’t take the agony of wanting her any longer. I went up to my room and slipped between the cool sheets of the guest bed. I put a sock over my dick and got off to images of my roommate’s mother.
I pictured her pale ass sticking in the air as I gripped her hips and slid into her tight pussy. I imagined my fist tangled in her hair as she sucked my cock. I even fantasized about her standing over me in black heels and a tight business suit as she ordered me to jerk myself harder.
As I came—hard—I wondered how I was ever going to control myself around her.
* * * *
I was up early the next morning. Kate had complained that she’d be up with the sun to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. I figured helping her would be the perfect opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her. I found her in the kitchen leaning against the fridge. Her eyes were closed and she had a cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing that same pink robe I’d seen the night before, but this morning it hung wide open. She was wearing a tight red tank top that showed off her round breasts and a slight pooch at her stomach. She also had on red and black checked house pants, but no socks or slippers.
My gaze lingered on her feet. Even those were sexy…long and slender with purple painted toenails. I looked at her breasts again. They were full, but not huge, and the nipples were hard against the chill, pressing into the material of her shirt.
I was tempted to brush my fingers across the buds and kiss her lips.
I shook my head. This was not cool. Not cool at all—I needed to get my shit together. I was about to leave the kitchen when she yawned and lazily dropped a hand to her mouth. It wasn’t a sexy move, yawning never is, but damned if I didn’t feel pulled in. I should have left, I should have walked away, but I didn’t want to.
“Morning,” I said.
She jolted and opened her eyes wide. “Jesus, Kyle. You really have to stop doing that.”
“Sorry. You weren’t sleeping standing up, were you?”
“Maybe a little.” She smiled at me and I was glad I’d stayed. “What are you doing up so early?”
I shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Her face scrunched up slightly. “Is it the bed? Is it too hard? That’s why I put it in the guest room. I couldn’t stand it.”
My heart tripped a bit in my chest. “That was your bed?”
“For a while. I hated it. I upgraded to a softer one when John moved in.”
John. The thought of him caused me to tense. Even if it had been because of him that I’d gotten to hear what Kate sounded like in the throes of passion, I hated the reality that he got to share a bed with her.
“No, I didn’t mind it,” I said.
“Good. The coffee pot is single serve; the pods are next to it if you want some. There’s cereal in the pantry. I’d offer you eggs, but I’m not cooking any more than I have to today.”
I felt my face lit up—an opportunity. “You want eggs? I’ll cook. And clean up.” I hoped that didn’t sound desperate.
“Eggs would be great. Scrambled?”
She gave me another one of her amazing smiles and I felt like a kid who’d been given a gold star. My chest puffed out a bit and I stood a little taller at the idea that I’d pleased her.
“Thank you, Kyle. I’m going to shower real quick. Pans are in the cabinet behind you, cooking utensils are in the big drawer.”
She left the kitchen and I had to force the air out of my lungs. The image that came to my mind of her wet and soapy in the shower had made breathing impossible for several moments.
“You are such a dork,” I whispered to myself and searched for a pan.
I managed to find the pan and a whisk. I mixed half a dozen eggs and some milk together. I whipped up some eggs and toasted a few slices of wheat bread before she reemerged. Just like the night before, she looked incredible without overtly trying. Her makeup was subtle, just a touch of lip gloss and enough mascara to accent her eyes. She was lacking the heavy eyeliner and dark eye shadow I was used to seeing on girls my age, and it made her face look fresh and appealing in contrast. Her hair was back again, this time neatly brushed into a bun. She smiled at me and I felt my desire for her grow.
“Do you need help?” I asked as I filled her plate.
Kate turned, coffee creamer in one hand and a tall mug in the other. Her eyes were wide and her brow was arched high. “What?”
“Do you need me to do anything? For dinner I mean.”
“Do you know you are the first man who has ever stepped foot inside my house and offered to help with Thanksgiving dinner? I’m impressed, Kyle. I’m very impressed.”
“I used to help my mom cook all the time.” As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. The last thing I wanted to think about at the moment was my mother. Or that Kate was Justin’s mother.
“I would love some help. Thanks.” She filled her mug and took the plate I’d filled for her.
“No problem. Just tell me what to do.” I grinned.
Kate listed off the things she needed done as we ate: two different kinds of pies had to be made; potatoes boiled and mashed; the turkey gizzards removed and replaced with homemade stuffing that she had yet to prepare; and the sweet potatoes needed to be peeled, boiled, and mashed for a casserole. By the time we finished breakfast, I had a full list of chores.
While Kate loaded our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, I stretched up to the top shelf in her cabinets to get the pie pans and a few casserole dishes down.
“You are my savior,” she said when I sat the pans on the stove. “I can’t reach those without climbing on the counter. I almost fell and busted my ass last time.”
“And that would be a waste of a perfectly good ass,” I said. I hadn’t thought it, it just came out and I instantly wanted to take it back.
Kate, however, laughed loudly. Her amusement at my stupid comment eased my embarrassment and I laughed as well.
“What the hell is going on in here?” John asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Kyle is helping me cook. It’s a strange thing for men to prepare food, I know, but it’s actually very nice.”
I clenched my teeth when he playfully smacked her ass. He leaned down and said something in her ear that I didn’t hear and she laughed as she gently jabbed her elbow into his stomach. The jealousy that swept through me was as strong as it was inexplicable. I had no claim to her, no reason to care that she and John were acting like boyfriend and girlfriend in front of me—they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Even so, it felt like a hot knife had seared its way into my gut and I wanted to break the hand that he planted on her ass.
I got the turkey from the fridge while John filled a coffee mug. I cut the package open and drained the fluid, all the while silently cursing him for hovering around Kate. I needed him to leave, to get the fuck out and leave us alone, but he didn’t. He leaned against the counter and loudly sipped his hot drink as he watched her every move.
“Damn, kid,” he said when I reached into the bird to pull out the gizzards. “I hope you bought the thing a drink first.”
I glanced at him but didn’t laugh at his dumbass joke.
“Try that on one of those college girls and you’ll get your ass maced.”
“John,” Kate whispered harshly.
“What? I’m just tellin’ him the truth. Girls can’t handle having a fist shoved up their ass. Not until they’re grown. Right, Katie?”
He reached down a smacked Kate’s ass again and I balled my hand into a fist. I wanted to punch that fucker so hard his head bounced off the cabinets. Not only had he slapped her ass twice in front of me, but now he was being outright disrespectful toward her.
“That’s enough.” She pushed his hand away. The amusement on her face was gone. Her eyes looked angry and her cheeks were flushed. She looked humiliated and that pissed me off.
“What the hell is your problem?” John asked.
“You just met him,” she said. “Don’t talk like that.”
“He knows I’m kidding. Don’t you, Carl?”
“Kyle.” I used the same bored and disinterested tone Justin had used the night before.
“Whatever. I’m just kidding.” John pushed himself upright and slapped me on the shoulder. “But don’t ever let a woman tell you they don’t like it in the ass. They all do.”
What a motherfucker.
“I’m sorry,” Kate said when John left the kitchen. “He usually saves the bad jokes for his friends.”
I exhaled slowly as I focused on the turkey again. I didn’t trust myself to not say something crude about John, so I kept my mouth shut.
Now I understood why Justin had so much hatred for the guy. He treated Kate like his own personal whore. Why the fuck would she put up with that?
Kate moved to my side, standing close enough that I could smell her. It wasn’t strong like perfume, but a mild sweet smell. I inhaled deeply and let the scent take the edge off my anger.
I stopped digging for turkey guts and looked at her. My name whispered from her lips would have sent a thrill through me just a few minutes before, but I was too pissed to revel in it. “Look, I don’t know you, Kate. But I know that men don’t treat women like that. You deserve respect.”
“He was kidding.”
“Well, he’s not very funny, is he?”
She lowered her eyes and I sensed that I’d ticked her off. Maybe because I’d crossed a line or maybe because I’d said something that she knew was true but didn’t want to hear. Either way, when she looked at me again, she seemed distant.
“Why don’t go see what Justin’s up to? I can handle dinner from here.”
“Sure.” I washed my hands and dried them on a towel. I left Kate standing by the sink without looking back. Instead of waking up Justin, I went into the guest room and flopped onto the bed.
“Fucking dick,” I said thinking of John again.
I dug my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Twitter trying to get my mind off what had happened in the kitchen. The distraction didn’t help. All the stupid tweets about people being thankful just put me in a worse mood. I was beginning to regret agreeing to come home with Justin. I closed the application on my phone and stared at the ceiling, debating if I should tell Justin about this morning. Maybe we could tag-team each other while kicking John’s ass later.
“Yeah,” I said when there was a knock at my door. I was expecting Justin to come in— instead it was Kate.
“Hey,” she said from the doorway. She leaned against the frame and gave me a smile that was probably meant to reassure me, but it didn’t. It just made her look sad. “He’s an ass. I know that, but he actually does have some good qualities. He just doesn’t like to show them off.”
I sat up. “I have sisters. I’d kill anybody who said that shit about them.”
“They’re lucky to have you looking out for them. So am I, but John’s my problem, okay?”
“I’m going to get Justin up. People will start getting here in half an hour or so. You ready to meet your roommate’s insane relatives?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Okay.” She started to step back into the hallway, but stopped. “It’s nice to know there are still guys out there who respect women.”
She was gone before I could respond.
* * * *
Kate’s warnings about her family had me a bit concerned, but it turned out they were hilarious. Her mother, decked out in sequins from head to toe, drank more beer than all the men combined and cussed like a sailor. Kate’s younger sister, Maggie—who was cute but not nearly as much so as Kate—was constantly crossing herself and complaining that her mother was going to burn in hell. In contrast, Maggie’s husband Ed was nearly as drunk and foul-mouthed as Grandma. Maggie and Ed’s sons were loud and obnoxious pre-teens, who spent as much time checking out Kate as I did.
Justin kept nudging me and nodding toward his grandfather who had a tendency to doze off in between bites during dinner.
After we ate, the crowd made their way to den. It wasn’t long before John looked annoyed and went upstairs. Kate disappeared a few minutes after he did. I snuck out as well to go in search of her. I found her bent over the table, wiping it clean. The way she was leaning gave me a perfect view down her blouse.
Her tits jiggled wildly in a lacy bra as she tried to scrub something off the table. I would have been perfectly content to stare at them all day, but she stopped moving, snapping me out of the daze I’d fallen in. I lifted my gaze to her face and realized she was staring at me. A slow grin curved her lip and I cleared my throat. Shit. She’d once again caught me checking out her tits.
“Uh…is it, uh, okay if I make some coffee?” That was lame and I knew it.
“If you want to give me a minute, I’ll make it for you.”
“No, it’s alright. I can do it.”
I walked past her, ignoring the way she was watching me cross the room with an amused smile on her face. I silently cussed myself as I got a mug down and found a pod for the single serve machine.
“Would you make me one too?” Kate asked coming into the kitchen behind me.
“Sure.” I got another mug down and was waiting for the first cup to finish brewing when she stepped beside me.
She leaned her back against the counter and crossed her arms. “What do you think of the family?”
I grinned. “I like them. Grandma especially. She’s pretty cool.”
“She’s interesting that’s for sure. I fear for Dad, though. One of these days he is going to doze off and drown in a bowl of soup.”
We both laughed but then her face grew a bit more serious. I braced myself for what she was going to say. She drew a deep breath, preparing to tell me whatever was on her mind.
“There you are,” Justin said coming into the kitchen. “Come on. The guys are meeting up to play some ball. I told them we’d be there in a few.”
“I was just making some coffee.”
“Screw that, let’s go,” he said
I handed the mug I’d just made to Kate. “See ya later.”
“See ya,” she said.
* * * *
Basketball pretty much consumed the rest of our weekend but I couldn’t keep my thoughts from Kate. While Justin and his friends fooled around playing hoops, I was losing precious time. By the time we’d made it back to Kate’s house Thursday night, she and John were in bed. Friday passed much the same way—we spent almost all day hanging out with Justin’s friends and got home after Kate and John were upstairs.
However, Kate insisted we have dinner with her Saturday night since we were leaving to go back to school Sunday morning.
John and Justin had had about as much of each other that they could stand, so John was out drinking with some friends by the time Justin, Kate, and I sat at the table to eat the pizza she’d ordered. Justin had spent most of the time avoiding John since we’d arrived Wednesday night, so this was the first time we’d all sat down together and talk.
It was nice hanging out with just the two of them. Justin wasn’t acting like a defensive prick and Kate wasn’t constantly trying to soothe things over between him and John. She was relaxed and Justin was acting like himself.
We filled her in on school, taking turns telling stories, and she told us about her job. She had started a real estate office when Justin was a kid and now had three agents working with her. She enjoyed it, she said, but she wasn’t fond of all the changing technology.
“I’m too damn cheap to hire a tech guy,” she explained to me.
“I told you that you don’t need one,” Justin said. “Kyle can help you.”
Kate glanced at me, as if gauging my reaction, then looked at Justin. “Kyle doesn’t want to fix my webpage, Jus.”
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“Everything.” She tossed the crust of her pizza slice onto her plate. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and the only agent that knows anything about it isn’t nearly as smart as she thinks she is. It’s a goddamned mess.”
“Well, let’s take a look.” I dropped what was left of my dinner and wiped my hands.
“I’m leaving in the morning,” I reminded her.
We cleaned up our plates and I followed Kate into her home office.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She sat in her chair and bent to push the power button on her computer.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.”
While the computer came to life, she got another chair and set it next to the high back leather chair in front of the keyboard. I sat next to her as she showed me her business’s webpage.
“I hate it,” she said. “It looks so unprofessional.”
I chuckled at her name sprawled across the top in a bubbly brightly colored font. “It could use some help.”
I logged into her webhosting site and took my time altering her page. More than once, she leaned close and pointed to something on the screen. Whenever she did, my eyes automatically cast a sideways glance. She liked to wear low cut shirts—every time she put her finger to the screen, the white lace of her bra poked out and taunted me. I had no choice but to look.
“Oh, my God,” she said after an hour of working on her site set-up. My changes had completely altered her webpage. She squeezed my knee and my cock instantly stirred. “It looks so good.” She took her hand from my knee, wrapped her arm around my shoulder, and hugged me.
Fuck. Her breast pressed into my arm and her scent surrounded me like a cloud of smoke. All I could feel was the scorching heat of her tit as my head swam in what I thought was vanilla.
“Thank you so much,” she said.
I smiled wide. So wide I probably looked like an idiot. “You’re welcome. So you want me to accept the changes?”
“Are you kidding me? Yes.”
Once I did I clicked out of the webhosting page and onto the live site. She gasped and kissed my cheek. Her lips were soft and hot, and even though it was just a peck, it sent my dick into a frenzy. It stood tall, ready for action that I wasn’t going to get until I crawled into bed, and for the third time since meeting Kate I jacked off into a sock.
* * * *
I got up early enough on Sunday to catch Kate in the kitchen wearing the same pink robe over another tank top that hugged her breasts and highlighted the peaks of her nipples. She heard me come in.
“Good morning.” Her voice was thick with sleep.
I fixed myself a bowl of cereal while she brewed me a mug of coffee. We sat at the dining room table, me with my bowl and cup and Kate with toast and her own mug.
“Justin said you did the painting in the guest room.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “I’m not that good.”
“I like it. It’s nice.”
“Thank you. I think it drives Justin crazy that I’m always hanging bad paintings everywhere but I like to think of it as payback for all those years of having to display stick figures and spelling tests like they were masterpieces.”
We laughed for a moment and then she sipped her coffee. She looked at me over the rim of her mug. It was an intense look, like she was thinking something she wasn’t certain she should voice. I got the same feeling I had Thanksgiving afternoon, that she wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how.
My heart began to thump. A mix of anticipation and fear caused my stomach to tighten a bit. I was certain she was going to acknowledge my inexplicable attraction for her. What I wasn’t certain of was if she was going to tell me to get over it, or admit that she felt it too.
Instead of doing either, she lowered her mug and pushed her toast away. “I’m going to grab a shower before John and Justin get up and drain the hot water.”
“Better hurry,” I said.
She left the room and I looked into my mug, again imagining her standing naked under hot streams of water.
An hour later, Justin and I were standing out in the cold, getting ready to drive back to Chicago.
Kate hugged Justin and kissed him on the cheek, and then didn’t hesitate to move to me. Her arms went around my neck, and she gave me the same goodbye. Before she could lean back, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her completely against me. I crushed her breasts into my chest and inhaled her scent. I wrote the feeling to memory before I whispered my thanks in her ear and released her.
It took Kyle one look to realize he wanted to seduce his best friend’s mother. And one kiss to realize he didn't have to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was lust at first sight for Kyle when he met his roommate Justin’s mother Kate. Kyle, a college transfer, was too far from home to visit on short school breaks, so Justin took him to Minneapolis where his mother was serving up a family meal for Thanksgiving.
One look left Kyle with a healthy obsession for Kate which grew with each visit. When he landed an internship in Minneapolis, he moved in with Kate for the summer, and got in touch with his voyeuristic side. It wasn’t until one late evening and a few too many glasses of wine that Kyle began to suspect his attraction wasn’t one-sided.
When he dared to push the issue, he found Kate more than willing to succumb to his seduction.