“It’s great, thanks. You paid attention last weekend.”
“Sure did.”
“I need to tell my mother about you.”
“Mmmm,” I hum with a mouth full of liquid, “yes, you do.” Setting down my mug, I stand behind her, reach out to grab her brush, and begin detangling the bottom of her hair carefully. Wherever this is going, I want her to know I’m right here with her. I flick my eyes to the mirror and notice her softened expression.
“She’s going to have so many questions.”
“Tell her anything you want to. I’m proud of us.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
“They were just really fond of–” Her eyes lock on mine, and she purses her lips.
“Him?...” I draw it out. “No worries. I’ll win them over. In fact, call them and find out what they’re doing for the weekend. If it’s open, I’ll book us tickets. Let's go visit. I know you miss them.”
“But you start your new position on Monday.”
“And? It’s going to be a slow week getting to know the ins and outs of the office and meeting my staff. Maybe a few patients. It’s nothing compared to an ER shift.”
“You’re really ready to meet them?”
“They gave me you. I’m ready.”
“Thank you for brushing my hair. That was really sweet,” she states, reaching up to take the brush and finish the top portion. I press a kiss to the back of her head before reaching back for my mug. She does the same. We both swallow a gulp and go about our morning routine as if we do this everymorning. It’s interesting watching her do her makeup as we make small talk. I check the time on her phone, noticing it’s about a quarter til seven.
I trace a small line up the back of her thigh and along the bottom crease of her left cheek. She looks up from priming her tube of mascara as I shuffle her feet apart with mine.
“What are you doing?”
“Just ensuring you think about me all day. Makes me hard picturing you giving a history lesson with my cum dampening your panties.”
I slip two fingers inside of her, and she sets her mascara aside, spreading her legs wider for me while pulling up her towel around her waist. I yank it off her instead and toss it on the floor while working my joggers down my thighs.
“That’s freaking hot.”
“Yes,” I grit out, notching my cock at her entrance. She braces against the counter top as I begin working myself in. “It really is.”
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Holly
On my lunch break, I dial my mom.
“Hey, Momma,” I say when she answers.
“Holly! I was just thinking of you. Crazy timing. Everything okay? How’s school?”
The sound of her voice makes me just want to reach through the phone and hug her. I really need to call her more often.
“Everything’s going great here. That’s kind of why I called. What are you and Dad up to this weekend?”
“We don’t have any big plans. I’ll probably get a new book in, and he may or may not go down to the pond to fish if the weather’s nice. What about you?”
“Can I come visit?”