There was a soft knock at the door before Mike came in, already dressed.
“What took you so long?” she asked. “I was about to get myself off on my own!”
“Mmmm…I’d like to see that some time,” Mike said with a smile, “but not right now,” he said, stepping forward and reaching out to strip off Beth’s clothing. “Right now, I need to taste that beautiful pussy.”
Meredith walked quickly down the stairs, trying to ignore her daughter’s closed bedroom door and what that meant. She also tried to come to grips with what had just occurred – did she really just have sex with her daughter’s boyfriend? Was the desire swelling from within real? Was she really willing to act on her lustful feelings, no matter the cost to her own daughter’s feelings? She made breakfast – her daughter’s favorite, poached eggs on toast with a side of bacon – was it her way of apologizing for something her daughter knew nothing about? If so, it hardly tipped the scales, she thought as Beth and Mike came downstairs.
“Wow, thanks, mom,” Meredith said. “See,” she said, taking Mike’s hand, “isn’t my mom the best?”
Meredith looked into Mike’s eyes as he responded.
“Yes. Yes, she is.”
During breakfast, as Mike noticed the conflict in Meredith’s eyes, a plan came together in his mind. He smiled, thanked her for making breakfast, and felt his heart quicken in anticipation for what was hopefully to come.
* * * *
That evening, while Mike and Beth went out to dinner, Meredith stayed in, unable to get what had happened that morning out of her mind. Neither could she forget the promise of an encore. Should she stay up and wait for them to return? Would he come to her in the middle of the night? Should she go to him? Was she crazy to think he wanted her again? Was he done with her now that he had had her? What would her daughter think if she found out? Would she ever forgive her?
When Mike and Beth returned from dinner at around 10:15, it didn’t take Meredith long to realize that her daughter, while not drunk, was…happily buzzed. Mike, on the other hand, seemed completely sober though he said he had two glasses of wine, the same as Beth. Her daughter had obviously inherited her mother’s tolerance for alcohol, she thought. Meredith didn’t want to get her hopes up, but as the three of them talked in the living room, she searched Mike’s eyes for a sign; he gave none.
After about 20 minutes, Mike stood and pulled Beth to her feet. “I think we should probably turn in for the night, don’t you think, honey?”
“Absolutely,” Beth purred, planting a lingering kiss on his lips. “Goodnight, mom,” she said, and turned to go straight to the guest bedroom.
Just when Meredith contemplated a night spent with her trusty dildo, Mike turned and showed her his phone. The signal was clear: he would contact her. Meredith tried to hide her excitement, but she was so transparent, Mike smiled before turning to go to his bedroom.
Knowing it would probably be a little while before Mike called on her, Meredith took the opportunity to take a shower – it would serve the dual purpose of preparing her for the night and relaxing her nerves. As she lathered her body with soap, her thoughts drifted to the other morning. Would he come for her again like he had before – taking her from behind here in the shower where she was most vulnerable? Her husband had never done that. After the first couple years of marriage, her husband almost never displayed the greedy need that this young stud had shown for her. Meredith let her hands glide over her skin, lightly caressing her erect nipples, imagining his hands on her body. She needed to come so badly, but she wanted to save it for him so she rinsed, dried herself, and dressed in a black, lace thong (which she hadn’t worn in months) and a matching lace halter Babydoll she had purchased as a last ditch effort to get her husband to notice her. Unfortunately, all he noticed toward the end was his teeny tiny, size 0, 25 year-old secretary. As she looked at herself in the mirror, turning to admire how the Babydoll barely covered her perfectly round bubble butt, she smiled and said to her ex-husband, wherever he was, “What an ass.”