He hadn’t called her Mommy in a long time, and the wantonly sexy look on her face as she said it sent an electrifying jolt right to his cock. She gave him a final bewitching smile as she turned and entered her room. He felt his heart racing as a shiver ran down his spine, then turned on his heel and hurried into the bathroom, anxious to see what she had in store for him.
“So are you two planning anything special tonight?” Jenna’s mother asked.
“Naw, we’ll probably just watch some TV downstairs,” Jenna replied with a shrug of her shoulders. The girls had changed into their sweats and t-shirts as soon as they got home from school. When Jenna’s dad had called them down to eat, the teenagers had bounded into the kitchen, their loose ponytails bouncing in right along behind them.
“Grace, it’s nice to see you. It’s been awhile,” Jenna’s dad said as he spooned some fried rice onto his plate.
“Thanks. It’s nice to be here. And thanks for the Chinese food. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, dear. Eat as much as you like.”
Grace happily speared a piece of Szechuan chicken with her fork, smiling as she shoveled it into her mouth.
Zach finally finished his shower. He was eager to rush through it and get to his mother’s room, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything to upset her. So he took his time, cleaning himself thoroughly from head to toe. When he was done, he brushed his teeth and towel-dried his hair before pushing his dark curls into place with his fingers. He went into his room and then it hit him—what was he supposed to wear?
He’d never been with anyone before in this kind of intimate situation. Was he supposed to get totally dressed? No—that didn’t make any sense. Should he show up completely naked? He wasn’t sure if that was right either. He didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of his mother. Thinking that somewhere in between must be correct, he pulled on a pair of loose-fitting boxers and went like that.
He entered his mother’s room slowly, noticing the door to the en-suite bathroom was closed. She’d left on a lamp on her bedside table, a warm amber glow bathing the king-sized bed. All the parcels they’d stacked on the bed were gone—probably put away in her walk-in closet. Zach noticed that she’d turned down the bed. With his heart racing with excitement, he climbed onto the bed. He slipped beneath the sheets and lay back, almost as if ready to sleep. That didn’t feel right. He got out of the bed, stacked a bunch of pillows against the wooden headboard, and then lay back against them, kind of half sitting up. There, that was better. He wondered again if a grown man would still be wearing his boxers in this situation. The devils and angels were fighting on his shoulders and, eventually, the devil won. Zach reached beneath the sheet, pulled off his boxers, and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. He then sat back against the pillows and pulled the sheet up to his waist. That was it—that’s what somebody like James Bond would do. He sat and waited, breathing deeply to try and calm his racing heart.