I smirk as I slide my thumb along the screen on my cell as I try to dodge people and my dick twitches in my jeans wanting to come out and play as I eye each picture that Lyndsey Clots, my mother’s best friend, the woman I gave my virginity to at sixteen is currently sending me. The last one of two fingers with bright red nail polish spreading her wet pussy lips open, showing her arousal for me – which has to be the best of the lot – despite the fact she is still indeed married but even though my dick is wanting to play, the tip weeping, desperate doesn’t fucking attract me and Lyndsey is fucking desperate. Though, I’ll still enjoy the photos…
I shake my head as another pops up in our chat, a purple vibrator shoved inside her asshole and four fingers pushed inside her cunt, a cunt that yes still fucking stinks to this day.
Like I said, desperate, and I would have entertained her if she hadn’t tried to trap me at fucking eighteen.
For the last three years, I have barely touched her, only getting her off with my fingers or mouth while she sucks me dry after she claimed she was pregnant. She hates it, demanding more from me, all while her daughter Kate continues to try and gain my attention, continuously at the clubhouse with my mama. She is basically shoving me towards the fucking girl, demanding I date her or else.
I swear like mother, like daughter with Kate and Lyndsey, both patch chasers, which is ridiculous considering Lyndsey’s husband isn’t exactly poor.
Having an overbearing mama who just wouldn’t leave me alone, Lyndsey became my escape route, while also a fuck you to my mother, while my father continued to fuck around, and I was enjoying myself, I really was, until Lyndsey had to go and fucking ruin it.
“I’m pregnant,” Lyndsey whispers as she gently kisses my lips like she loves me when we both know she doesn’t, and I freeze, my hard dick suddenly softening with the cold fucking dose of water she’s just shoved over my head with that news.
There’s no way she’s pregnant. I’ve never come inside her, not even with a condom on, I refused, unless…
There’s no fucking way she kept my condom.
I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest, and my new brother’s cut stretches with my movement, a cut she has eyed since I arrived, a cut, I only accepted for my best friend, my soon to be pres.
I came to see her for some celebratory head, maybe even fuck her ass before I headed home to continue the DIY shit at my new farmhouse that I’ve just purchased after saving up since I was ten.
It’s run down, which is why it was so fucking cheap but I didn’t care, and Dad, even though he’s barely around, the fucker fronted the money I didn’t have towards it, understanding why I couldn’t live on club property. I couldn’t live close to mama, who is still trying to get me to date her friend's daughter. Her friend who is trying to fucking trap me, a guy over twenty years younger than her and is just starting out in his life.
Awesome.
“I never came in you, even when wearing a condom, so the baby isn’t mine, it’s your husband's,” I state coldly, and Lyndsey swallows, her throat bobbing as she tucks a piece of her dark blond hair behind her ear, acting all timid like she isn’t a forty five-year-old fucking wife.
I know she’s fucking her husband, and I don’t give a shit, but what she doesn’t know is that not only did I fuck her daughter – something I wholeheartedly regret because it’s one of the reasons Mama is pushing harder – but I also fuck Sheree, the cheer captain at school.
“I haven’t slept with Bill for five months, we’re uh, going through a dry spell,” she lies, and I raise my pierced brow.
“Huh,” I mumble, “pretty sure it was you bent over the dining table when I snuck out of Kate’s window after I fucked her twice four weeks ago when I was tipsy.”
Lyndsey’s face reddens, but somehow I don’t think it’s because I fucked her daughter, no, her eyes didn’t show shock when I announced that little bit of information, no, she’s pissed. After all, I’m not falling at her feet.
She wants to fucking own me, and somehow I think Kate has already spilled the beans about me fucking her. Probably claimed she’s in love when we all know she isn’t, and this is Lyndsey’s way of trying to fucking keep me.
After I demanded proof and stated I would want a DNA test, I stormed out of her house, rage like no other filling me because I knew she tried that whole turkey baster shit and was most likely pissed because it failed. After all, like an idiot, I only chucked the condoms in her bathroom trash can instead of taking them with me.
I ignored all the times she tried to call, told Kate to fuck off more times than I could count, completely regretting fucking her all because I wanted to piss my mother off. A week later while I was working under a hood, Lyndsey showed up at the garage and tried apologizing, stating it was just a false alarm, which was bullshit, she never suspected to be pregnant to begin with and if she did, she knew there was an extremely slim chance it would have been mine. She just wanted to latch onto me tightly and most likely wanted to try and trap me again and when I told her to fuck off, instead of leaving she got down on her knees and sucked me off. I let her because, well, head is head, ya know?
I haven’t stuck my dick inside her since, though.
I snort when Lyndsey sends yet another photo, her cum dripping down her ass, but my humor at her blatant desperation disappears as my phone rings, and I curl my lip.
Satan
I hit decline instantly with a growl.
Mama can’t seem to take the hint. Several times today, she’s tried calling, even though she knows I’m at college, and when I don’t answer, she messages me, demanding I pick up the phone and threatening punishment if I don’t.
I’m fucking twenty-one and live off club property, what exactly does she think she can do to me now that I’ve moved out?
Fucking woman is doing my head in, and I really miss the days when all she wanted was a girl so she’d ignore me.
My phone rings again, and I growl as I ignore the call yet again and put it on silent, picking up my pace across the quad, already running a little late to my next class.
I’ve been at Wincher College for the past three years, graduating a year earlier than my peers, so I can begin my four-year track at Wincher Medical School.
