“A shower if you could, sweets?” But then she smiled at me, that scathingly beautiful smile that reminded me of my mom and not this shell of a person she’d become. She barely did anything these days besides drink, pamper, and party. A typical affluent housewife without the wife part. She pushed some of her blond extensions back. “I never meant to get such a late start.”
“You never do, Mom.” Leaving her and finding the laundry shoot, I tossed it all down to the basement for when the cleaners came. I tossed my head back to yell into the other room. “Want me to reschedule with Dr. Clayton?”
He was her therapist, and I knew she had an appointment with him this morning because I had access to her date calendar. She could see my calendar as well, but I had a feeling she never looked at mine. I ignored the nail and spa appointments, mostly just concentrating on when she was supposed to be going to therapy.
Stretching, she came into the hallway, shrugging before going into the kitchen. This too was dark, and when I opened the blinds, she cringed. “Don’t bother with the reschedule. I’ll do it.”
“Will you?”
“Of course, my darling. I told you I would.” She popped her little tush out when she dipped into the fridge, grabbing orange juice, so I gratefully hadn’t had to take anything away from her. Giving the bottle a shake of delight, she faced me. “How was your first week of classes?”
“Good, Mom. Good,” I said, knowing that was true after the first hiccup. The bright side had been when LJ hadn’t shown up to recitation this week. Of course he’d been assigned to my class, but since he hadn’t shown, I could focus on teaching and going over the course material instead of thinking about him. The bonus I got was the sick thrill of marking him absent. Attendance wasn’t taken into consideration during lecture, but in recitation, it was worth over a quarter of the grade.
Just call me Petty Betty.
The guy was basically a prick and a half, so yes, I’d been happy to deduct points from his grade. I’d also decided someone was looking out for me because his pal Niko wasn’t in the film class period. I’d checked the class roster myself just to make sure. Having to deal with the pair of them would most certainly send me to my grave.
Mom kissed my cheek as she passed me. “Good. Good. So proud of you.”
She smacked my bottom, getting some of her energy back. Growing up, all my guy friends would call my mom a MILF, and being on the other side of all that, I could see it. She looked more like my sister than my actual mother, long flowing hair and tight little body. The only difference was she was a blonde and I was a redhead, and in addition, Mom never took life seriously in the way I did. I took more after my workaholic father in that way, which was perhaps what might have attracted Daddy to her. Mom was a free spirit. She enjoyed pretty things and making the world lovely, hence why there were always fresh-cut flowers sprinkled all around the house.
The old, colonial-style home with white brick and cream-colored lattice was simply filled with flowers, my childhood home smelling like a meadow and the blooms in Mom’s garden outside matched. Mom took great joy in tending to her flowers as well as sewing pretty things. She made all my pageant gowns growing up and even my prom and homecoming dresses. I wished she’d do something more with that than just spend Daddy’s money. He was forced to pay her alimony after the divorce and probably would be until he was dead and gone as long as Mom outlived him.
It was the least he could do.
Stifling the growl about all that, I composed myself. I promised my mom a shower so I decided to run it for her, getting it nice and warm before picking up more scattered clothing in the hallways. Mom had clothes literally everywhere and passed me in a towel on the way to the bathroom. She nudged her little button nose against mine before hopping into the steaming room and closing the door.
“And stop cleaning this house,” she demanded on the other side. She cracked the bathroom open, steam billowing into the hallway. “Otherwise, I won’t make your favorite chocolate chip pancakes.”
Another reason I came home on the weekends sometimes, Mom’s cooking and baking supreme. I also knew she liked to take care of me too, and I rolled my eyes, promising I’d put what I had in my arms away, then go downstairs. She had a few clothes sprinkled outside her door so I decided to grab those too, pushing open her bedroom door to gather a discarded shirt. There were a pair of jeans as well, and those, along with the boxers next to them, gave me pause. The jeans didn’t look like my mothers, and she obviously didn’t wear boxers. It was rare she wore underwear at all under her silk dresses and designer threads.
Despite that, I reached for them too, getting up, but the sight of a male backside halted all movements. Swallowing, I followed the curve of the most firm ass I’d possibly ever seen to a guy’s back, a pillow over his head, while well over six feet of chiseled male stretched long across my mom’s circular bed. The guy didn’t even fit on it, the back of his feet and ankles hanging off the mattress, and I stifled a gasp, nearly barking out in laughter when I realized what I was looking at.
Oh, my God. My mom’s got game…
This guy was beautiful—at least the back of him was. Completely naked, he was totally sprawled out on my mom’s bed, belly down with his muscular arms tucked beneath him. Groaning, he pulled those arms out, removing the pillow off his head and tossing it in sleep. A sea of blond remained, and though I couldn’t see his face at this angle, that wasn’t needed at all. This guy was gorgeous, and though I obviously knew my mom partook in a few dates here and there since the divorce, I had no idea she was bringing guys home on the weekends.
Okay, Mom.
Nodding my head in satisfaction, I could admire a gorgeous backside despite having a boyfriend. I had eyes, didn’t I? Snickering a little, I started to back away when my name drifted into the room from the hallway.
“Darling,” Mom followed up with, basically screaming and making this guy twitch. “Can you get me my terry cloth bathrobe out of the bedroom!”
Okay, so she instantly woke this guy up, and upon him turning, I got full view of his entire cock when he eased that big body around to face the direction of the noise. In fact, I was so distracted by his length and how it clearly curved up and hit the first section of some seriously toned abs that I missed his face completely. It wasn’t until I heard my name again, a husky and curious “Billie?,” that my gaze shot up, and I instantly dropped all the clothing in my hands.
I dropped his clothing, my eyes twitching wide as I stared at a pair of baby blues.
LJ’s smile was coy as he looked at me, and when my mom called my name again, asking what the hold up was, his gaze veered in the direction of the open door only moments before finding me again. Something of a wicked gleam hit his sleep-laced eyes as he stared at me and tucking one of those big arms under his head, he winked.
“So beauty queen is the daughter,” he said, and like that, realization flashed. He bounced thick eyebrows beneath his bedhead. “Unexpected but a nice little surprise. You come to join us, or…”
He actually spread out his legs, his junk on full display, and jerking, I screamed my mom’s name so loud that they had to have heard me on the other side of the world. I stormed out of her room, slamming the door, and by the time I came down the hall, she had the door open again, poking her head outside.