Emilia looked pleasantly surprised when Milo opened her car door for her. She accepted his hand and smiled as he helped her out of the car.
“My sweet boy,” she said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Not so sweet gawking at you in that skirt,” he admitted. “You look fantastic.”
And Emilia did, too. The white skirt wasn’t particularly short, but it clung to her curvy butt and waist. A shorter black and white striped top married the skirt at her waist, showing off her new, narrower stomach. Over it all she wore a cute middy jean jacket.
Emilia blushed, and swatted his chest. “Stop. No, wait, keep going.” He laughed, and she gestured at the door behind him. He got that for her too, and openly stared at her legs in her hosiery, the muscles made even more taut by the high heels she wore.
“This for work?” he asked.
“Yes, sort of. A wedding expo. We had a small booth there, giving out flowers to all the women who wanted one. Which is all of them.” They headed through the laundry room and into the kitchen. Emilia tossed aside her purse, and unslung her jacket. “Have you eaten? I’ve been on my feet all day so I don’t feel like cooking, but I was thinking I’d order in.”
“Sounds great to me,” Milo said. “How about a foot massage while we wait?”
Emilia smiled faintly at that. “Mm. I’d like that. Promise me it’ll just be my feet you massage?”
“Absolutely not.”
She burst out laughing, and Milo joined in. While she fetched a bottle of lotion and ditched her pantyhose and heels, Milo browsed restaurants on his phone.
“What are you in the mood for?” he called.
“Something not carb crazy and I don’t want a whole bunch of leftovers around the house if it’s just me. So no pizza or Chinese.”
“Fair enough,” he said.
They settled on a new restaurant neither had tried yet, and ordered online. Emilia came back into the living room, legs now bare and freshly lotioned. It gave them an enticing gleam, and Milo tried not to think about running his tongue up and down the length of her calves — and higher.
“Let me get my debit card,” she said.
“Already ordered,” Milo said.
“What? No, Milo-“
“We told you, we’re taking care of you this summer,” he said.
“You need to save your money for college,” Emilia admonished him.
“I got a job with Jaxton at a call center. I can treat my favorite block mom if I want to.”
That was true, but Milo was leaving out that he got a grand deposited every month from the real estate agent he’d been sleeping with. Sugar momma money that hadn’t even been his idea. She called it a down payment on his cock for the next semester. For some reason she got off on treating him. Fine by Milo.
“Well, thank you, hon,” Emilia said, reaching over to squeeze his knee. “But next time it’s on me.”
Milo caught her hand before it moved away. Her eyes widened, but he didn’t move the hand closer to his cock. Instead, he just held it in place. “Mrs. Candless, someone this summer needs to treat you the way you deserve.”
She slipped her hand free and patted his. “Then let’s start with that foot massage.”