Instead, he found himself remembering the taste of Lena’s lips, the playful thrust of her tongue, the luscious weight of her tit in his hands, the press of her own hand on his engorged crotch. Her fruity, clean scent, and the way the harsh overhead locker room lights reflected provocatively off her moist skin. He’d played around with girls in his school before, but he’d never before been that close to a woman. A real woman, gorgeous and willing and not only aware of what she wanted, but skilled at it as well.
Despite his hurried retreat to the office, the hardness in his shorts had not flagged the slightest bit. A noticeable tent still distended his crotch, and Justin’s mind could not focus long on anything that might derail his lustful thoughts. He would sit through his mother’s lecture, mouth the right responses, and then he was going to search the member lists for Lena’s phone number and make a date to fuck her brains out. He was not going to miss this opportunity to be with a woman like Lena Chao, no matter what his mother. . .
The office door burst open behind him, banging against the wall as it swung outward completely. Despite himself, Justin jumped. Diana stormed into the room, crossing to her desk.
Justin tried to cross his legs to hide his erection, and folded his hands in his lap. A blush crept across his features.
His mother was terrible in her beauty. A few stray strands of midnight hair had freed themselves from their tie, and now framed her face in delicately curling strands. Her brows were drawn close, brilliant eyes stormy, and her lush lips turned into a disapproving frown. A slight sheen of sweat across the upper slopes of her breasts brought attention to her cleavage, barely restrained within her halter top, and her warm-ups rode low on her wide hips.
Justin held his breath as his mother leaned against her desk, her palms flat against the surface. Her posture forced her heavy breasts into prominence, practically jamming them into Justin’s face.
Inexplicably, he felt himself growing harder. A drop of sweat slid down his temple.
Diana stared at him for a long moment. Finally, she spoke, and though her tone was harsh, Justin thought he detected a hint of disappointment as well. “What were you thinking?” she demanded. Justin opened his mouth as if to answer, but Diana didn’t wait for him. “Do you understand the kind of responsibilities real work demands? You aren’t hanging out with your friends or cruising for chicks. You are at a job. And a job entails a certain level of behavior that I would expect you to adhere to. What you and that. . . that. . . that woman were going to do is called ‘fraternization.’ Do you know what that means?”
Once more Justin made as if to answer, and once more Diana didn’t wait for it. “It means don’t fuck the help,” she snapped. His mother didn’t swear often, and the shock of it should have been enough to make Justin’s cock wilt, but he couldn’t help but notice two dents forming at the peak of each of his mother’s breasts. The halter top was too thin to hide Diana’s own startling signs of arousal. Justin found himself wondering what was exciting her, rather than listening to her speak.