“I don’t think you should see my son anymore,” I said, not bothering with the niceties. Dee just stared at her coffee “I think you know why.”
We’d met in a coffee shop, early in the morning, someplace halfway between my home and work. The place had been empty, save for a gaggle of bored baristas, going through the motions of opening for the day. There hadn’t been enough people around to keep from making a scene, but it would have to do.
There was a long, heavy pause as she stopped to look at me, her big doe-like eyes almost looking through me and past me. Something rose inside me, red-hot that I barely contained; the kind of anger that comes from dealing with a dismissive teenager. It had been years since I’d had to deal with this with Liam but Dee…she’d had this perfect, magical way of knowing how to drive me crazy. I guess it was her gift.
“You can call him, every now and then, but keep it casual,” I said, as Dee brought the coffee up to her lips and took a sip. “No more video chatting and no more staying alone with him at home. If I ever catch you trying to…”
“I’m going to get some cream. You want any, Miss M?” Dee said, sliding off the booth. I watched as she moved to the small station by the bar and added the cream, then came back, stirring as if nothing happened.
“If I ever catch you trying to flirt with my son, I am going to -” I began again, then stopped as Dee slid on my side of the booth, her body pressed against me, her phone in her hands, flicking through menu after menu “what are you doing?”
“Listening to something. Wanna hear?” Dee said, holding up the little wireless earbud to me. I pushed it away.
“This isn’t a game, Dee. You did something awful and if my son finds out, it’s going to destroy him,” I said.
“So we’ll keep it a secret. Both of us,” Dee said, a little too close for comfort, the earbud in her hands, hovering close to me. Sounds were blaring from the little nubs that sounded halfway familiar. Dee offered the earbud to me with a little ‘go ahead’ motion and I took it, placing it in my ear…
Nicole will take your cock in every hole…and Mommy will drain your balls whenever you want her to.
I heard myself speak, my voice all throaty, and…did I really sound that desperate? Liam’s deep groan came from the other end as I felt myself getting wet just from the sound of us, together.
“How did you…” I began
“Every day?” Dee moaned, almost in perfect sync with Liam’s voice. I felt her fingers trailing their way up my leg and shivered. With a backhand motion, I pushed her hand away and off me. The sound of myself panting as Liam’s cock teased me, pushing against the fabric of my panties made me flood as I heard myself say:
Every day. Every night. Whenever…my baby…
Dee’s hand was back on my leg before I noticed, her fingers tracing the top of my thighs, across the sensitive skin, the soaked fabric. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt her fingers run across my wetness, trailing across my lower lips, teasing me.
“What are you doing?” I hissed. My hand cupped around hers, but I didn’t stop her as her fingers found my clit over the fabric and flicked it once, twice. Dee leaned into my ear and whispered, along with Liam:
“I’m cumming Mom!”
Clamping my legs shut, I bit my lips and tightened every muscle in my body, as I tried to keep Dee from feeling my orgasm. I still shuddered, white-knuckled hands grasping the edge of the table as wave after wave washed all over me and I finally relaxed.
When I’d finally blinked away the post-orgasmic haze, I turned to look at Dee’s smiling face.
“How about it, Miss M? Deal?”
I pushed myself out of the little booth, tossing a couple of bills from my purse onto the table. Dee didn’t even bother looking at them, smiling up at me with that devious kind of smile she’d had since she was in elementary. The kind she gave adults when she knew she’d gotten away with murder.
“Okay, have it your way,” I said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible but failing miserably “but you tell Liam nothing. And if I catch you fooling around with him, then he’s going to know. Understand?”
Dee simply nodded, the smile on her face wavering, if only for a moment. It was a petty victory, but I’d gotten that little jab in nonetheless. I was about to head for the door when I heard Dee say:
“You look real flustered, Miss M. Maybe you could use a workout…”
I narrowed my eyes at her and turned away, stomping through the doors of the cafe all the way to my car, then drove out, heading nowhere for a good ten minutes, before I finally pulled out by the side of the road, gritting my teeth. Here I was, a grown single mother, a high-powered company exec in my high-end luxury car, sitting on the side of the road, stewing in my own juices after being blackmailed by an 18-year-old.
An 18-year-old that fingered me while I got wet to the sound of me jerking off my own son.
“Goddamnit,” I said, that same feeling rising inside me, made up of desperation and rage “Liam must have had his phone…no.”
I tried to close my eyes, and think how Dee could have gotten her hands on that recording. But the dampness between my legs and the heat in my chest was too much and I needed to let it out.
Only one way out of it, Sara.
“I can’t. He’s my…”
The next best thing, then.
“No. I…” I began, then stopped myself, before finally starting the car and heading to the one place I’d sworn I’d never go back to for the second time in the same week.
Liam:
Call me when you see this.
I stared at the message for a while, the last in a long train of Heys and How Are yous and Pick Up Alreadys. Dee hadn’t even read them and she hadn’t answered her phone. The Olympics tryouts were a ways away and she never used to dodge my calls unless something big was going on.
I sent out the next message before I could second-guess myself:
Miss you
I put down my phone and strutted around the house for a while, trying not to check the screen or listen for the buzzing sound of any notifications, before finally heading to the kitchen for a sandwich. I wasn’t hungry but it was the furthest away I could be from my phone without leaving the house.
My double-decked, needlessly complicated sandwich had just been assembled and plopped onto the plate when the doorbell rang. Checking myself, I realized I was naked from the waist up, dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts I wore to bed during the summer and couldn’t be bothered to put on a shirt so I could deal with the UPS guy.
“Just leave the package, man,” I called out. The doorbell rang again and I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore it, before finally calling out “door’s open, just drop it in.”
There was the creaking of the door, then the sound of it getting shut. Satisfied, I dug into my sandwich, not realizing that something was going on, just out of earshot. There was the hint of a sound of heels on the hardwood floor, then naked feet on the rug. By the time I’d realized it, the subtle hint of scented bathwater hit me, and then…
“You should lock your doors, you know,” Nicole’s voice whispered into my ear, close enough to make me shiver. I paused, my mouth still full of sandwich, as she pressed herself against my back and ran her hands up along it and across my shoulders “never know who might come barging in.”