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Son for Hire: Part 8
🕑 Added 2021-11-11 20:50:08 +0000 UTCWith a calm kindly expression Evelyn watches me cum, at first gazing into my eyes then watching my lean abs tighten as each wad of jizz shot out onto it. When at last she squeezes the final drop from my twitching dick I melt in her arms and let her nipple slip from my panting lips.
“Ohhhhhh.” A very happy whimper burbles out of me.
“My goodness!” She lauds me as if I’d just done something amazing. “What a nice big load baby. Good boy.”
“Ohhh Jesus.” I gasp. “Mom!”
She kisses me, full on the lips, but keeps her lips pursed together. More a mother’s kiss than a lover’s but far more intimate and lingering. Our lips part as she sits up straight and beams with a deep joy in a moment that is far too brief. Annoyance flashes across her pretty face as she glances over toward the bedside alarm clock.
“We’re running late.” She says. “Your people will be here soon…and so might my husband.”
“People?” I whisper as, for a minute there, I completely forgot about the whole context around our meeting. “Right, people.”
I go to sit up but she holds me where I am. “Let me.” She says. Treating me like a king she wriggles out from under me and lays me back upon a stack of pillows. With more hurry in her step than she wanted she moves to the washroom and quickly returns with a box of tissues and a package of wet wipes. Thoroughly, swiftly, and with care she cleans up my cummy tummy along with my softening cock and still humming balls. She flashes me a little smile as she cleans and even treats my penis to a sweet sucking kiss of its own.
I peer down at her own slowly fading erection. “You never got to…”
“Shhh.” She smiles and pats my cheek. “It’s okay.”
Another glance to the clock she hisses her disappointment as she gathers up the soiled tissues. “Get dressed.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
As she disposes of the evidence and hurriedly slips back into her underwear and dress I roll off of the bed and get my clothes on. After such a wonderful and emotional and luxurious three hours, and still aglow from my intense climax, it felt off putting and a bit tawdry to rush things now. But I had been told quite explicitly that I would only be here until four o’clock, sharp. Just three short minutes from now.
After a brief look around to make sure nothing of mine was left behind Evelyn leads me back down the stairs and stands me up against a wall near the front door. There she stands me up tall as she straightens and smooths my clothes exactly like a fussy mother might before sending her boy off to school. I look down at myself feeling out of place standing in this palace in my worn jeans and slightly fraying shirt.
“Donald.” She says softly, combing my hair with her fingers. “You are too good for this life. You hear me?”
“Okay.”
“You are too good for this. I know you could be…so much more.” She straightens my collar. “You have to believe that, okay?”
I hold back a tear and nod. “Yes Ma’am.”
“But…I am glad your path brought you to me. I am so happy to have met you.” She looks up into my face with another warm smile. “I expect to see you again.”
“I hope so.” I smile too.
There is a strangely awkward moment as the roleplay falls away entirely leaving just Evelyn, the lonely housewife, and Donny, the poor city kid, and the weird knowledge of what we’d shared today. Letting my heart guide me I pull her in for a hug. I hug her hard as whisper into her ear. “I’ll miss you.”
“Me too baby.” She hugs me back. “Take care of yourself out there.”
Just then the doorbell rings. Diane was here, right on time.
The moment between us broken Evelyn pulls away from me. Before answering the door she grabs her purse and opens it. She looks through it before pulling out two hundred dollar bills and jamming them into my hand. “This is for you.” She whispers. “You earned it. Don’t tell them.”
“You…don’t have to…”
“Hurry Donald.” She says as she heads for the door. “Put it away now.”
“Okay.” I mutter as I stuff the bills into my pocket. I felt…fucking terrible taking money from her. I mean, I knew that was why I was here but…after what we’d just done bringing money into it just felt…cheap and gross. I felt like it was me who owed her something!
Diane stands at the door looking prim and professional, a far cry from the foul mouthed woman I knew. She nods her head with a polite. “Evelyn.”
“Diane.” Evelyn nods back.
Diane looks over at me and says brusquely “Wait in the car.”
“Oh…um…yeah.” My pimp’s voice was a swift and brutal reminder of who I really was.
I look at Evelyn one last time and she shoots me a wink. That makes me smile again. I slip my shoes on and walk past the two women and out to the waiting Lamar and the long black car. I get into the backseat just where I sat earlier that day.
“How’d it go?” Lamar asks, looking back at me over his shoulder.
“Um…good. It went…good.”
He was surprised, but pleasantly so. “Way to go kid.”
Back at the door Evelyn and Diane speak for a short time and money is exchanged. As they say their goodbyes and Diane turns to head back to the car I catch Evelyn look my way. Our eyes meet for one last brief moment of connection before she disappears behind the closing door. Diane hops in beside me in a fantastic mood.
“I don’t know what you did in there Danny but ya did good.” She slaps the back of the seat to spur Lamar into driving. “The bitch was already asking about a next time. Ha ha ha, Danny boy! I knew you could do it. Unlike Lamar there I never doubted ya.”
“Yeah.” I say, only half listening, as I stare back at the big two-story house receding behind us.
More money is put into my hand, the agreed upon three hundred. I look down at the bills then up to the towers of downtown in the distance. The fantasy was over. I was going home. I think about the empty fridge and barren cupboards of Kiki and I’s little run-down tenement and I am reminded of why I had done this in the first place. My hand grips the money and slides it into my pocket. As Diane makes a phone call I settle down into my seat and rest my head against the glass to watch the stone houses and luxury cars and impeccable yards of this dreamland glide on by.
A little smile plays at my lips. While I was heading back to my own shabby reality I had, for one incredible afternoon, gotten a little taste of something better. A gaping gnawing needy hole right in the center of my soul that I didn’t even know was there had been filled, ever so briefly. For three magical hours I got to be a son. A son to the kindest, gentlest, most beautiful woman in all the world…who just happened have a degenerate Mommy kink and a fourteen inch cock! Regardless, what a gift this day had been. I felt blessed. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I felt…loved.
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