"I'll tell you where, when, and how I want you. All you need to do darling is follow my lead," she replies.
"I'm not a man used to taking orders," he replies. "Especially not from women."
"I'll think you'll find this a nice change of pace," she replies.
What exactly is happening in there? By the sound of things, Mason seems to be going along with my mother's desires. This isn't the man I know … or maybe I never really knew him at all.
I feel a boulder-sized rock nestle itself into the pit of my stomach and I can barley breath. It's a heaviness I can't shake.
Maybe Mason isn't the man I thought he was.
One thing's for sure; I definitely won't be going to his apartment tonight.
I reach for my overnight bag and draw back the zipper. I grab the lingerie sitting on top of my clothes and wipe back a tear that's threatening to spill out from the corner of my eye.
I throw the lingerie to the floor in disgust.
I'm not helpless, and I'm certainly not weak, or gullible.
If that's what he thinks, he doesn't know me at all.
Mason
Lorna is right fucking here. Her tits are nearly spilling out of her dress. Her body is angled into mine. Even the way that I'm sitting has my cock open to her and don't I fucking know it, I feel first her knee rubbing at my crotch, and then her hand starts massaging my cock through my trousers.
She's squeezing it, palpitating it like a shoe saleseman as she squeezes down the shaft looking for the head.
She finally reaches it, and just by her manipulation, she's gotten me fucking hard.
Understand before you get fucking pissed at me that I have zero attraction to Lorna Lowell—I refuse to even think of her with my last name. I fucking hate what she's done to the people around her—her father, her daughter, you name it. There is no way I want to fuck her in this lifetime.
In fact I came in here fully expecting to end this shit.
But she was ready. She was waiting for me to do that. And she pounced.
Try telling someone you’re trying to end the marriage and be nice about it, okay Gorgeous? Especially when they’re the single largest shareholder in your company after you.
It’s not easy.
But my cock doesn't know that. It feels a pair of hands squeezing and massaging it and it's an instinctual response.
Lorna rubs her open palm on the head of my cock as her eyes open wide.
"Jesus Christ, Mason," she whispers throatily. "You're so huge."
Yes, we already fucking know this. 12 fucking inches of pussy pleasing power when the average in the United States for adult men is 5.5 inches. I'm double the man as the national average.
It has Lorna openly salivating. She's breathing heavy.
"I can't wait to see what this cock is going to do to me," she says.
Doesn't she know that her daughter is somewhere in the house?
It grates me enough that I fucking mention it.
"You don't want to close the door even, at least?" I ask, and immediately wonder if she's going to take my question as an acceptance to fuck.
But Lorna, being the selfish person that she is, only shrugs. "And tear myself away from this magnificent cock?" she asks. I sigh. "I'm just saying that as her mother..."