“Oh, hey Mrs. Orton.” Mike knew that when it was just the two of them alone he would call her by her first name, Jennifer, but she insisted he remain more formal in public.
“You seem surprised.” She said. Mike had expected Vicky to sit next to him for the rest of the drive. But he suppose that would have forced Mrs. Orton into the very back seat since Bella and her family had filled the middle.
Je look in the rearview mirror. Jacob, the baby and Bella are all buckled into their seats. Vicky and Tina are snuggled up in the very back. With everyone inside he put the vehicle in drive and exit the parking lot.
“Thanks again.” Mrs. Orton says to him. Then she wedges a pillow against the window and rests her head against it.
The free-way is much less crowded now. The suburban is quiet. The sun is starting to sink below the horizon. Streaks of pink and orange spread like fingers across the desert sky.
Free of distractions his mind begins to focus on the pit of guilt that has been growing deep in his gut. He glance up at Vicky in the rearview mirror. What will she say when he tell her what he’ve done? Will she forgive him for his weakness? Will she believe him that he don’t love her any less? Or that what has happened between her Mother, her sisters and he is purely physical? he doubt she’d believe that. He don’t even believe that himself. It’s what he told himself at the beginning but he’ve come to realize that it’s not true. He have feelings for all of these women. Not the same kind of feelings he have for Vicky. He love Vicky and he want to spend the rest of his life with her. But he can’t deny that there is something there with the rest of the women riding in this suburban.
These are the thoughts that fill his head as he drive down the nearly abandoned road towards our supposed vacation. The headlights traveling the opposite direction begin to blur slightly. He can feel his eyelids starting to grow heavy.
“Hey, are you getting tired?” He look over to see that Mrs. Orton is awake and looking at him.
“Oh, I’m okay. But I am starting to get a little drowsy.” He admitted. The sun is now gone and the only light illuminating Mrs. Orton’s face is from the dashboard and a half moon in the sky.
Despite her age, Mrs. Orton’s face is almost free of wrinkles. Mike was sure drug has something to do with it. Although Mrs. Orton has also allowed herself to age gracefully. There’s no doubt been some surgical intervention, ie. A boob job, but she is free from the ‘plastic’ look that some suburban Moms have who are so youth hungry.
“You’re not the only one.” She says, and motions to the back seat. He do a quick turn around and see that everyone is fast asleep. Jacob is drooling and Vicky and Tina are leaning against one another.
“But I’m up. I will keep you company.” She says, and she flashes that gorgeous smile of hers.
“Thanks.” He replied. “I have actually been meaning to talk to you.”
“Oh, you have?” They were speaking in hushed tones, not wanting to disturb the ones that were sleeping.
“I know you already know this. But I love your daughter.” He say.
“Yes, I know.”
“And I want to ask her to marry me.” He said. Ms. Jackon’s eyes widen at this.
“But I don’t want to marry her without your blessing.”
“Of course you have it.” She said.
“And, I also don’t want to ask her without first telling her the truth… about us.” He said. Mrs. Orton sighs.
“I wish you wouldn’t.” She replied. “But I understand and I respect your decision.”
“So as much as I love what we have. I think it would probably be best if it stopped.” Mike said and he half regret it as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
She looked at him, her eyes wide in surprise for a second time. “Okay. Fine.” He can tell she is hurt. She undoes her seat belt and leans across to him. “But you will let me at least say goodbye to our little relationship in a proper way.”
“And what exactly would a proper goodbye be?” He asked.
She turns his face towards hers and plants a kiss on his lips before he quickly return his attention back to the road. Then she sucks his right earlobe into her mouth. “One last taste of your sweet dick.” She whispers.
“What? Now?”
“They are sleeping and I will be silent. I promise.” She assures him as she reaches across the middle and undoes the fly on his jeans.
Mrs. Orton places her pillow on the middle console. Next, she lifts her legs and gets into a comfortable kneeling position. Her knees on her seat, her elbows cushioned on her pillow resting on the middle console. She pulls his jeans and underwear down his thighs a couple inches for better access. She reaches between his thighs and takes hold of his flaccid dick in her hand.
“Wow.” Jennifer was surprised that his dick was not rigid hard. “You’re usually rock solid or at least growing by the time I get your pants off.” She said, and he can hear some genuine disappoint in her voice as if she is worried her sex appeal is wearing off or something. He decide against telling her the real reason, that he was most likely still coming out of his refractory period from fucking her daughter just a few hours previously in the back seat.
She leans back on her feet and shrugs her light hoodie off and lets it fall to the floor of the suburban. Thus, revealing her tight shirt which accentuates her huge round breasts. Cleavage spills out from the low-cut neck line. Then she rests her elbows back on the center console, this time over-arching her back so that her ripe ass hugged tightly by her jeans is high in the air. He began to feel his heart pumping blood away from vital organs and to his flaccid dick.
“Hmm. Still soft.” She said as she wraps her thin fingers around his dick once again.
She purses her lips together and gives the head of his penis a delicate, slow kiss. Then she smacks it against her plump lips. She sticks her tongue out, makes it broad and flat and smacks his rubbery cock against her tongue, making a quiet ‘smacking’ sound, looking up at him the whole time.