Not My Dare

As my sobbing slowed, I gazed through watery eyes towards the fuzzy vision of my mum. After working myself up all afternoon and spilling my secret, she simply sat and stared. Having just arrived from work, she was still in a hip-hugging gray pinstripe skirt and a thin, ivory V-necked blouse. The very image of a staid, professional woman. One with marked success. If not in love, at least in the world of business.

When she chuckled, my brows tightened. As she took another sip of tea, she leaned back on the couch to scan my shaking frame.

“Did you think I didn’t know, Ben?” The warmth in those low, calm words drained all the tension from my soul. My heaving chest froze in mid-sniffle. “Does he love you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, good for you.” She scanned the outfit I’d chosen; a simple, yet clingy short black dress with a plush faux fox stole over my bare shoulders. “And fuck all if you don’t look better than me at your age.” When she laughed, I snorted along. “Better not tell you father whenever you see him. He wouldn’t understand.”

Not that dad was in our lives much at all since the divorce.

While nodding, I blotted at my leaking eyes in a desperate and most likely failing bid to hold back the dripping mascara. Mum handed me another tissue.

“So where is he, dear?” After a slow sip, mum looked past me towards the hall. “This boy, this Lee of yours. You said he was waiting.”

“He’s out front. He wanted to be here in case—”

“What? If I’d be fool enough to kick out one of my beloved sons. That’s plain silly.” After placing the cup in its fine China saucer, she leaned closer. Mum’s perfect, sculpted brows dipped. “I don’t care what you are, or do, as long as you’re happy and healthy, Ben. Or should I call you Molly? I don’t really know. You’ll have to bear with me. This is all so new to me.”

“Thanks, mum.”

“Now go bring that poor boy inside. It’s cold out there.”

As soon as I led Lee into the house, my mother shuddered, then froze. At the same time, he hissed under his breath. With their gazes locked, the strangest silence filled the room.

“Oh,” my mother muttered before standing and sweeping shaky palms along her hips to smooth the skirt. Which didn’t need smoothing. After another gaze at Lee that was a little too long for me, she flashed me a smile. Her face was crimson. “Uh, he’s so handsome. And, um, tall. And...” Her voice tapered off into a quiet sigh.

After tugging his eyes from her frame, Lee looked at me. That slack-jawed expression. A faint tremor in his lower lip. The flashing in his beautiful blue pools. Oh, such a flare of jealousy ripped through me, sending my nails clacking against my shaking thighs.

But then I glanced at mum. As she gathered the tea set, she only managed a thin grin at me before heading for the kitchen. In her sad eyes, there was such abject loneliness. She had little time for a personal life.

And when I returned to Lee, that ugly flare died. I mean, after all the playing he’d let me do, how could I judge him? Or refuse him. And it was kind of him to give me that look before doing anything we’d all regret.

When his perfect lips parted to speak, I held my fingertip across them. After a quick sigh, I turned to the kitchen.

“Mum, we’re gonna get something to eat. Would you like to come along?”

“What? Oh, no.” At the sink, with her back to us and gaze locked on the rear garden window, she kept washing plates. But her cheeks were still bright red. “Of course not, dear. You kids have fun.”

Later that evening, my belly was full. Both of Chinese food and fresh warm cum. One of my favorite combinations. While laying against Lee in his car’s rear bench seat, I lifted my lips from sleek, drained Big Lee to smile up at him. We’d been together long enough that he recognized the expression I wore.

“What?” Even as he spoke, his shaft twitched in my fingers.

“It’s okay, baby.” I slid my tongue along his trembling flesh, pulling from him that whimper I found so endearing. “I saw the look you both exchanged. She’s lonely.”

“And also your mum, Molly.”

“But she’s ever so pretty, isn’t she?” I said before sliding his knob into my mouth for another gentle suck.

“Mmm. Oh, yes.” Lee’s breathing hitched. “She’s gorgeous, Molly. She reminds me of you. Same long brown hair and ... Fuck, mmm. Oh. Oh. So slender. Like you, she’s not skinny, simply fit—compact—you know. She’s just—”

After pulling my lips from him with a soft plop, I giggled. “Older?”

“Well, yes, I guess so.” As one hand remained fixed on my aching cocklet, the fingers of his other played in my long tresses. “But I was going to say sadder.”

“I know. That’s what I mean. You caught the gleam in her eyes, right, Lee? S—She’s been without a man since dad left, I’m pretty sure. And she’s only thirty-three.”

“She doesn’t look that old at all,” as he mumbled, his eyebrows raised. “What a waste.”

“Agreed.” I dropped my lips to place a soft kiss on his tip, poking at the slit, seeking more dessert. Empty. Damn it. With a sigh, I lifted away. “She’d be far better off with somebody like you in her life.”

As I kissed my way down his shaft to bury my nose in the lovely prickles covering his tasty balls, Lee shifted with a moan. He knew I was hunting. There was more Big Lee juice inside him. But the motion pulled on my tensing rod, sending another dribble over his gripping digits. After a curt sigh, he tugged on my hair, pulling my slurping mouth free of his luscious rolling testicle. Shiny with spit, it oozed back into place.

“Won’t that be weird?”

“Yes, probably.” While nodding, I moved my fingers to where my lips had been. If nothing else, I was determined. I get that way sometimes. Okay, most of the time. “But I trust you. And if it’s too uncomfortable, we can always stop.”

“We?”

“Well, you’re gonna need my help.” I giggled when he released my hair and let my mouth settle on his ballsack once more. Of course, we both knew I’d win, but we played our games. After a gentle jab at his rolling balls with my tongue, I grinned up at him. “She’ll try to hold up appearances.”

“Fine, Molly.” He groaned as I drew his other globe over my swirling tongue. “But if ... Oh, damn, that feels so good. If it gets weird, I, we, stop.”

“Ungh, hungh,” is all I muttered before focusing on my dessert quest.

A few weeks later, I was brushing mum’s hair before she left for work. Since coming out to her, it’d become one of our quality bonding times.

“Come on, mum,” I said. “It’ll just be a little celebration.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Although she smiled at me, when our eyes met, a lot passed between us.

She was more than nervous. Lee had shaken her something awful. Loneliness could be a soul-draining thing. God, did I ever understand that, but she wouldn’t risk upsetting the applecart. Either by doing anything stupid or putting herself into a position where that might happen.

“Alright, how about something simple?” While returning her smile, I ran the brush through my long tresses.

Those deep brown eyes were aswirl with emotion. Fear of what could happen mixed with hope for the very same thing. Oh, and of course a large helping of embarrassment over not being a suitable host and supportive parent. The silence dragged on as I continued brushing, and she applied the last of her makeup. As I helped her with her earrings, she nodded.

“Fine. We’ll do simple. Dinner at home.” With her manicured brows knitted, she pointed at me with an eyeliner. “But that’s it, Molly.”

Why she’d chosen a home-cooked meal, I’d no idea. Sure, I’d been persistent. I was kinda known for that. While it’d taken a few weeks, I’d only hinted it would be sweet of us all to get together. In public. Perhaps for drinks. And test the waters, but that piece was only between myself and Lee.

“That’s really kind of you, mum.” When I pecked at her warm cheek, she pushed into my lips.

“You’re so damned gorgeous, B—Molly.” As she stood, I backed from the makeup desk and slipped into shiny high heels. “I’m terribly jealous.”

“You? I’ve got a beautiful big sister, not a mum.” I winked at her in the mirror, which made her snort.

I wasn’t lying. As Lee had noted, she didn’t look her age. And when I was dolled-up, especially now I could afford more lavish clothes and better makeup, I appeared older. While turning to admire my sleek physique, wrapped in a black micro-skirt and glittery golden top hanging from my padded booblets, I pursed waxy red lips. One day, real tits. Pert and full, like Yuri’s Russian dolls. Then I’d be perfect.

After a quick kiss, she was out the door, headed for the bus. Just after, I dashed from the house to catch an Uber downtown. While shopping, I texted Lee. We plotted. By that afternoon, I’d called my mother at work. We’d agreed on a time and day.

Did I think it was only going to be dinner? Nope. Not for one second.

A week later, come Friday night, mum was hustling around the kitchen surrounded by steaming pots and sizzling pans. Out with his mates, my brother Stevie had begged off. Which was weird. He rarely turned down free grub. At the clanking of metal on the crowded stovetop, I smiled.

“Simple?” I murmured, then laughed.

“What’s so funny, Molls?” she called out while checking the roast.

“Oh, nothing, mum.” I flashed her a smile while arranging the last place setting. As I straightened, I admired her frame, wrapped in a plain, square-necked dress. A deep purple, its flirty hem swished not far above her knees and only hinted at her gorgeous legs. It also offered only a trace of her impressive chest.

God, I wanted those boobs. Okay, the tits of Yuri’s dolls would be more appropriate for my thinner build, but damn, she rocked a serious pair. When she caught me looking, her head tilted.

“What?”

“My sister’s fucking gorgeous and I’m jealous.” I laughed while shaking my head and checking the table.

“This old thing?” She said. “I’ve had it for—”

“—a week tops, mum. I’m in your closet all the time, remember?”

At that she fell silent, darting around the kitchen, doing the final prep. After the millionth quick glance at the clock, she flashed me another grin.

“We are a couple of hotties, aren’t we, Molls?”

“Yeah, mum.” I smiled. “We are.”

Just then the doorbell chimes went off, and I spun for the door while sweeping my palms along a silk, cheetah-print miniskirt. As I click clacked towards the entrance in five-inch black stilettos, dangling from my padded non-titties, a gold lamé top bounced off my bare stomach.

“Hey there, sexy Molly.”

At Lee’s million-dollar smile, my heart pounded. With a yelp, I leaped into his massive arms and let him shove me inside. Ocean-y, with hints of cedar and cardamom, the Guess Uomo Acqua I’d bought him, swirled into my nostrils. After he’d thumped the door closed against the cold, I slid into him, and we headed towards the back of the house. With his widespread fingers on my bum, each gentle squeeze stoked the fires in my core.

Right before the dining room, he halted to inspect my eyes. “I’m not gonna do anything without your approval, Molly. I mean it.”

“Okay, my love.” I stroked the smooth, heated skin of his jaw with my long red nails. “Agreed.”

After a swift nod, he guided me inside and flashed mum a smile. Having only just placed the last bowl on the table, she was wiping her hands with a dishrag.

“Good evening, um, Lee.” As she backpedaled, each soft click and clack of her glossy purple pumps echoed. With her cheeks reddening, she managed a nervous—very nervous—grin. “Welcome. Uh, just in time.”

That crimson shot up her cheeks when she noticed I’d caught her slow inspection of Lee’s tall physique. But I couldn’t blame her. He was quite dapper in a black silk jacket and trousers over a fuchsia shirt. Of course, she’d no idea I’d suggested the latter having discovered mum’s new dress.

After a quick spin and a few shaky steps, she halted by the table and gestured for us to sit.

“Don’t, uh, be shy.” With even brighter red cheeks, she still wore a nervous grin. “You, um, look hungry.”

Yeah, he did. And his quick glance at me confirmed my suspicions. Not only for food. When I moved towards the chair beside hers at the head of the table, I gulped at Lee’s fingers on my wrist. Instead, he guided me to the one at the opposite end. He’d be sitting next to my mother.

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