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At my parents'place, we have the best meal I’ve ever eaten. Mom makes cobb salads, and the entire house smells like freshly crisped bacon. She’s a genius who boils her eggs in the pressure cooker in the garage so the entire house doesn’t smell like ass. The ranch dressing is homemade and, in fact, something she makes with Goldie when we get there.
Seeing them together, I think this would be how Mom and Mere would be if Mere were still here. They’d be cooking and baking, arguing a little, too, because families argue, and yes, Goldie did in fact Google whether or not raw egg does indeed go into ranch dressing.
Mom has French silk pie for dessert, and Goldie teaches Mom how to make fresh drip in a press she bought her–I didn’t know about it. In fact, as the night unfolds, Goldie and Mom pick up conversations clearly in the middle, leaving Dad and me to stare at each other and yawn.
Their conversation don’t interest me.
But below the table, my hand is gripping her thigh tighter with each secret giggle they share. I love it for her, but I love it for Mom, too.
When we leave, I consider how I’m feeling now versus how I felt when we got here. Fucking confused and frustrated, and now, I feel as high as a kite. As good as goddamn ever.
“Sleep at my place tonight,” I tell Goldie as she buckles up. I look across the cab at her, long dark hair over her shoulders, the ends inviting me to stare at her delicious little tits.
She nods with a soft smile that awakens the monster. “Okay.”
“Need anything?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. I’ll sleep naked.”
I groan as my cock grows hard and fat against my thigh beneath my denim. I like the sound of that.
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“Oh,”she coos softly as I flip on the lights to my house. The downstairs is an open concept, with a living room meeting a wide, inviting kitchen. Everything has been redone, white and grays mixing with creams and rose golds. I did it myself because when you’re a single grandpa, you’ve got time on your hands, and when those are capable hands, you work.
“Nope,” I cut off her aww as she runs her fingers through the white, long fur blanket draped over my couch. “There ain’t gonna be no house tour tonight.” I grab her by the wrist and pull her down the hall with me.
“But I wanna see your house, baby,” she retorts, all soft and sweet.
I stop us in the hall, and in a flash, I’ve got her pinned to the wall, my arms boxing her in, my knee driven up between her thighs.
“A house is a house.” I bury my face in her neck, taking generous bites of her sweet, velvet skin. “I need that pussy right now, Goldie girl. So be a good girl, and gimme that pussy.”
She grabs my face and yanks it to hers, and a moment later, I’m driving my cock against her groin, humping her into the wall, and she tongues my mouth, moaning.
I step back from her, panting. “Get naked and get in my bed.”
She’s panting, lips swollen, dark hair mussed, nipples poking through her silk blouse. She points down the hall to the door at the end. I nod.
She disappears, and I turn toward the hall bathroom, digging around under the sink for the box of condoms. I drag it out and tear off a few, grab the lube, and head back in. There isn’t true spontaneous sex when your cock is the size of a forearm.
I take the time to strip down, and I haven’t showered since I’ve been workin’ all day. I can smell the hours of being under a car and feel the dried sweat on my skin. When I stalk down the hall and open my bedroom door, my cock jumps, and my groin clenches.
Goldie is naked on the bed like I told her. She’s also on her knees and elbows, looking over her shoulder, all my favorite holes open and on display.
“Fu-uck,” I grunt, stroking my steel rod of a dick. From over her shoulder, Goldie’s eyes lock on the place where I’m touching myself, and she wiggles her hips.
“That is so hot.”
“I stink,” I grumble, staring into the exact place I want to stick both my dick and my tongue.
“I don’t care,” she murmurs, still swaying.
“I do. I fuckin’ smell like a goddamn mechanic, baby, and I don’t…”
“What?” She asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder onto her back completely. “Atticus, I love that you smell like you worked all day. I love that you look like it, too. And I love that I love it because it’s real.” She licks her bottom lip all slow and seductive, but she’s not even trying–she justissex appeal. Everything she does. “Please fuck me.” She drops her voice to a hair above a whisper. “I was a good girl. I got naked and got ready for you, just like you said.”