Chapter 3

Melissa’s heart raced as she picked out an outfit from her wardrobe. She was sure nothing beyond what she’d promised him would happen, but she wanted him to get the full experience: the experience of having a girl at his disposal, the experience of their usefulness, the experience of how a woman takes care of her man. She hoped that her gesture would inspire him to go and get a girl of his own.

She swapped her jeans for a short skirt that hugged her thighs and chose a sheer black blouse to replace the T-shirt she had worn to the massage parlor. She had never dared to wear them outside; they were pieces she had bought only to please Josh Sr., tucked away for moments when she wanted to feel bold for him alone, and now that she was wearing them for Junior made her heart pump harder.

In the mirror, she touched up her makeup, making sure her lips were glossy red and her mascara soft. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, letting the edge of her bra peek out just enough to catch the eye.

Then, she went down to his room.

In his room, Junior sat nervously on the bed. Melissa lingered in the doorway, her eyes tracing how much of a man he had grown into. His face lit up the moment he caught sight of her.

“Are you ready for your reward, young man?” Melissa asked, her voice slipping into a role that was no longer just his mother’s.

He nodded, swallowing hard as Melissa sat down beside him, her hand slowly moving toward his shorts.

“Let’s see what’s troubling you,” she murmured, tugging them down. Her fingers lingered over the firm bulge pressing against his briefs, rubbing gently.

Junior moaned softly at her touch.

“Come on,” she said. “Take it out. Don’t be shy,” she continued.

She watched as he obeyed, his hand pulling out his cock. For the first time in a long while, Melissa saw it--thick, heavy and even bigger than Josh Sr.’s. A strange pride welled up in her, as she knew girls would be lining up to get a taste of it.