I Can Be Your Bad Boy

The Return Of Michael Myers

JUSTIN'S POV: 

Oh my goodness. 

That spaghetti Mary made was so delicious. 

Oh my God. 

That spaghetti was way better than having sex with McKayshla. 

And we all know how much I love having sex with McKayshla. 

I mean, damn. 

That lady can cook her ass off. 

I know, I know, all you have to do is put beef, spaghetti sauce, and noodles together and it should taste the same, but not this one. 

Not Mary's. 

Whenever Mary makes spaghetti and adds her special sauce, no one can compete with that shit. 

Not even Grandma or Mom.

And competition between Grandma and Mom is really tough.

I'm stuffed though. 

So is McKayshla. 

It's 6:30 p.m. right now.

"Well guys, I'm going to Pattie's house to hangout and have a couple glasses of wine and chit chat, so I'll see you guys later," Mary spoke. 

"Well don't you look hot," McKayshla complimented. 

Yeah, McKayshla's mom does look hot. 

Extremely hot.

Cougar.

Mary chuckled, "Thanks, but all I'm wearing are skinny jeans and a shirt." 

"And a pair of pumps and it looks like you just got your hair done," McKayshla added. 

Mary giggled, "Well, I'll be back later on tonight okay?" 

"Wait," I spoke, "My mom doesn't drink." 

"I know," Mary said, "But she only has a couple glasses here and there and the most she has is one or two glasses if anything, but don't worry, she doesn't get drunk, I make sure of that," Mary smirked. 

"Good," I said. 

She chuckled, "Alright," she walked and grabbed her keys, "I'm out." 

"Bye Mom, love you!" McKayshla called out. 

"I love you too baby," she said. 

"What about me?" I asked innocently. 

She looked over at us, "I love you too Justin," she said. 

I smirked. 

Yeah, you better love me. 

She walked out of the door. 

We heard her car turn on and the noise drifted away. 

"Your mom is so hot man," I said. 

"My mom doesn't like younger guys, so keep dreaming," McKayshla said. 

"Damn it," I mumbled.

McKayshla giggled and fixed herself and sat on top of my lap with her head lying on my shoulder and her hands were fumbling around with my shirt. 

I looked at her, "What do you wanna do?" 

"I don't know," she shrugged, "what do you have in mind?" 

"Do you really wanna know what I have in mind?" I smirked. 

She giggled, "Something besides sex."