[18+ Only, Mature Conent]
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"We shouldn't be doing this...." I moan against his lips as my hands tug at the zipper of his pants.
"I know." His deep, husky voice whispers trough the small spaces between our mouths. His pants slide down as my hands...
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V A N E S S A
"I'll be down in a minuet honey, just have a few more things to pack!" My mom calls to Faust as she trots up the stairs. She leaves today for her bachelorette party--which is good for me since I'll be alone with Faust. I stand washing dishes, as a light giggle comes from my lips as playful lips press against my neck.
"Faust, not while she's home." I whisper to the beast as he heats the skin of my exposing shoulder.
"I just can't help it," he glides his mouth to my ear, "I just can't keep my hands off you, Darling." His teeth nip at the lobe of my right ear, causing a tingling sensation to rise to my skin. He steps away from me as we hear the clicks of my mother's heels come down the steps.
"Ready, dear?" He asks her.
"Yes," she beams and comes to me. I dry my hands before hugging her goodbye.
"Have fun, mom." I know I will.
"I will, behave for Faust please." Oh, I'll behave alright.
"Of course." I laugh.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I give her one more hug before she walks away with Faust. I watch them leave, with Chauncey leading the way. * * The hot water rolls down my body, slipping down every curve I have, caressing them in its steamy touch, before dissipating down the shower drain. I get out, and wrap myself in a fluffy towel, drying my dripping body. I wipe the mirror, staring at my reflection.
Oh mother, if only I could feel sorry for what I'm doing.
My orbs resemble hers, so it's like I'm looking into her. Guilt tries to tugs at me, but my haughty mindset overpowered any common sense I have left. Yes, I am a fucked up person for having a titillating affair with my mother's husband. But, a paramour relationship has two people making two wrongs to create the perfect right. So case in point, it's not entirely my fault.
I pull my work clothes onto me, and dot on some makeup. Pinning up my hair, I slide on my shoes, and grab my keys to my Range Rover, and head to work. * * "How was work?" Faust asks as we eat pizza for dinner.
"It was pretty busy today. How was work for you?" I take a sip from my cup of Coke and turn my eyes to him.
"Boring, nothing but sitting at my desks reading papers. Would've been better if you were there," His hand lands on my thigh, his thumb rubbing in seductive circles.
"How so?"
"You could've been under my desk, giving me head."
"Wouldn't I get caught?"
"No one can come in my office without my okay."
"I see, maybe next time."
"Next time. Want dessert?" He stands, walking into the kitchen.
