“I am nothing like her!” she enunciated carefully, and even I had to grin behind her back; I was just glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of that particular broadside!
“So, do we have a deal?” asked Lena, her eyes still slitted and angry, and Emma nodded.
“Today, four o’clock, she’s coming into town with me to go shopping in Broadmead, we’ll be here at four, I promise you. Maybe she needs this as well, and I think maybe she needs to explain herself to you, Darryl. We’ll see you then!”
We showed her to the door, where she surprised me with a quick, heartfelt hug, before wiping her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I had to do that,” she apologised, “please forgive me for taking such a liberty, you’re so much like Robbie, it’s almost like having him back again!”
We watched her get into her car and drive away, then Lena turned to me.
“Okay, I’m not in the mood to cook breakfast, take me out to breakfast, baby-daddy, baby needs expensive food, so does mummy, so come on, Moneybags, unchain your wallet and buy me breakfast!”
I slid my hand down and squeezed her lovely firm, juicy little bum, feeling her sundress slide easily over the satiny flesh of her taut cheek, unhindered by panties. I cocked an eyebrow at her.
“You want me to parade you around with no knickers on under that ridiculously short dress, you scandalously under-dressed little doxy?” I grinned at her, Lena grinning back at me.
“When we get back from wherever you take me, and it better be mind-numbingly, eye-wateringly expensive, I plan on getting topped-up from this morning; being pregnant has made me very horny and almost completely uninhibited, so I want you to sit there and eat your breakfast while you concentrate on how naked I am under this silly dress, what I’m prepared to let you do to me, and most of all, how quickly I can be naked if the price is right; right now the price is a really, really good breakfast, so come on Seymour, feed me!”
As she finished, she squeezed me through my trousers, compounding the agony by kissing me hotly as she squirmed against me. As I went to get the car keys, she stopped me.
“Dar, this is Clifton; if you wander into any Cafe, Bistro, or restaurant around here looking like that, they’ll tell you to wander back out again; trousers, shirt, and shoes, please, real ones, not army surplus, chop-chop!”
I asked what was wrong with the way I was dressed.
“Dar, you look like Bob the Builder, and most places in Clifton won’t do a bacon and ketchup sandwich and a mug of tea stewed ’til it’s red, so at least try and look like a young professional, please!”
Ten minutes later we were in a painfully trendy place, all Barista’s, brass lamps and Tuscan ceramic tabletops, eating tiny swordfish steaks smothered in garlic butter and cayenne pepper that hardly seemed adequate, given the King’s ransom we were paying for it. Lena noticed my expression and grinned
“Eat up, Darryl, you need to build-up your strength!”
Not if I had to depend on those flaky little bite-size morsels of fish…
The next course appeared, Eggs Benedict on toasted sourdough muffins, and a basket of Angels on Horseback, with toasted Granary bread, farmhouse butter, and a lemony sour cream and chives dip; now that was more like it! I have to admit, I stuffed those wonderful things into my mouth as fast as I could chew, Lena watching in frank admiration as I piled in the food. I was taking her seriously; if she meant what she said, I was in for a strenuous morning!
We finished with a sigh, just in time for a crisp creme broulee, ‘to cleanse the palate’ according to the phony-sounding French(-ish) waiter, anyway. We relaxed over coffees, discussing Emma’s visit that morning. Lena was still angry, but it was backed-down to a low simmer now, more to do with the fact that her sister had kept away for what seemed to her to be some very thin reasons.
I was curious to meet her, however; I had no connection to this mother of mine; as far as I was concerned, my mum lived in Cyprus, and just as soon as I could get some extended leave, I was taking Lena out to see her again, and spend some time with her and my dad. Lizzie Morgan and Robert Fraser were just names to me, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t about to fall into any tearful reunions with her over what had happened 25 years before, when I was still just a new-born.
After a while I noticed Lena giving me some very meaningfully coy looks, and suddenly the reason for the high-protein breakfast raced back into mind. Ah-ha, she was primed and ready for some mid-morning fun and games; good, the inner-man was satisfied, so I was ready too!
We paid the bill, an action that seemed like robbery without violence, and strolled back home in the late morning summer sunshine, the sun still potent even though Autumn would be here in a few weeks. It was a strange feeling, walking hand in hand with her like this, but strange in a good way; previously, I’d always accompanied her as her big brother, now I was her partner, her lover, and the father of her baby.
I’d never really strolled with her like this before; I’d only ever let her hold my hand when she was small, and as we grew older, if she managed to persuade or browbeat me into accompanying her, I’d slouch along a step or so behind her, hands thrust in pockets, trying to give anyone who might have bothered to notice us, the impression that we were not together, I was just along to keep an eye on her.
Now I wanted to hold her hand like this, it felt like the most normal and natural thing in the world; she was tall, eye-catchingly beautiful, and she was mine. I noticed the looks passers-by gave her, and the envious looks I was getting from men as we strolled past them, hands clasped together, Lena oblivious to the looks and glances, talking instead about how life was going to be for us now, her eyes and flashing smile a beacon of beauty on the sunlit street. She fitted in perfectly here, I thought; amidst all the trendy wine bars, designer coffee houses, chi-chi little bistro’s and exclusive boutiques, she looked like one of the beautiful people for whom a place like this was their natural habitat, she wore it like a second skin, and it suited her so well.
As I fumbled with the key in the front door, she pinched my backside, making me jump.
“That’s to remind you, Dar, it’s playtime!”
I grinned, loving her refreshingly direct approach, and definitely feeling in a playful mood myself, standing aside to usher her in and pinch her backside in revenge, making her shriek and giggle. I slammed the door and chased her upstairs, finally catching her lying provocatively on the bed, her long, long legs stretched out and crossed demurely at the ankles, her eyes hooded and mysterious. She was fully dressed and not giving me the ‘come-on’, but, somehow, just the sight of her lying there like that was an incitement to riot. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her tummy, holding the place our baby slept, watching her grin as I worked my way up until I was kneading her breast, feeling the nipple stiffen under the thin fabric of her sundress.
“Get naked Dar, your famous Disappearing Mother will be here in a couple of hours, and I need to be in a good mood so I don’t bite her head off!”
I grinned and took the hint, pulling off my Hackett polo shirt and Farah slacks, and kicking my shoes and socks across the room. Lena knelt up on the bed and began shrugging off her simple halter dress, but I stopped her; this was my job! She grinned as I slid the halter over her neck and allowed the dress to fall to her waist, cupping her hands over her delicious breasts.
I pulled her closer to me, kissing her as I ran my hands lightly over her sleek back, feeling the silky texture of her skin. Lena slid upright and stood away from the bed, wriggling her hips to let the dress fall to the floor, to stand completely naked, gorgeous, and feminine, and all mine. I know gloating is an unseemly activity, but you know, once in his life every man is allowed a moment of unseemly gloating; this was mine.
Lena stepped close again, her hands going about my neck as my hands found her delectable bottom again, sliding around her hips to hold and squeeze those delightful globes, pulling her closer against me. She leaned down to nibble my ear, and grabbed hold of my straining cock.
“Whatever you’re going to do, do it soon, hotshot!”
I obliged, pulling her down to me so I could nibble her outthrust nipples. Lena giggled and pushed me over, landing on top of me. I scrambled back up the bed and pulled her up along me, to straddle me while I licked and chewed her nipples. Lena pulled away from me and sat up, then raised up and took hold of me, aiming me just right before sliding down, impaling herself on my rigid cock in one long slow glide, hissing with satisfaction as she slid down on me.
She rolled and gyrated her hips, her tight pussy squeezing and releasing me as she squirmed atop me, closing her eyes when I reached up to squeeze and rub her engorged nipples, her breathing quickening as her pace increased. Lena rubbed and ground herself against me as I pushed back against her, forcing my cock all the way into her as she pumped her tight, squeezing pussy around me, the sensation like another mouth working on me, edging me toward climax, while her hands clamped tightly against mine, holding my hands tightly against her swollen nipples.