"I'm telling you, mom's okay with it!"
"Bailey's voice was sincere, but Nick was cautious. Cautious, and shocked. It had to be a joke, it had to be a trap. It had to be anything other than what Bailey claimed it was: a proposal of sex with Bailey's mother, and Bailey herself. The logistics were impossible to wrap his mind around. There was the age difference, the inevitable fallout, and of course the tiny issue of Bailey's mom being his girlfriend.
"Seriously," Bailey said with a sly and seductive grin. She shook her head slowly from side to side, lowering her chin while holding his gaze. "Do you really think I'd lie about something like this...about my own mother, about sex with me? What kind of person do you think I am?"
Nick thought he knew what kind of person Bailey was, but now he reconsidered.
More importantly, did he know what kind of person his girlfriend was? That is, if this proposal was legitimate. For ten years, he thought he knew. Alicia had a bit of a wild side to her, but nothing that would ever have indicated that she would consider sharing her daughter with her own boyfriend.
And Bailey...a shy bookworm whom he had watched grow up over the last decade, blossoming into a fine young woman along the way, thanks in part (he liked to think) to his guidance. He had helped her with countless assignments, let her ride around on his shoulders at parades and sporting events, had shared ice cream with her, had given advice to her on boys when she was at that...age.
Bailey had no right to even speak to him like that, did she? Her proposal was not only shocking, but offensive. Unless....
Unless it were true. Unless Alicia was in on it, unless it had all been her idea. Then it would be...what?
There had been some back and forth between the two, Bailey insisting and a stunned Nick stammering, and now Bailey was getting impatient. "Look...believe me or don't, fuck me or don't," she said, turning her back and walking out of the kitchen. "But," she called back, "I've seen you eyeing my tits."
And of course he had. He was human. Bailey had turned into a beautiful young woman. Nick couldn't remember when he had started dropping his eyes to her breasts, but he knew he was guilty as charged. She had outdone her mother in cup sizes quite a long time ago, actually, no small feat. Alicia had a deceptively large chest, always opting for restrictive clothing like sports bras to pin them down. Bailey made no such attempt. And she had to know her tits drew attention, whether she was leaning over to pick up her phone or bounding down the stairs. Nick couldn't imagine not being aware of them 24/7...like he was.
Still, that didn't mean he wanted fuck his girlfriend's daughter. That tops the taboo charts...or at least ranks right up there. He would be a villain to most, hero to a perverted few, if he went through with it and news of it somehow got out.
Nick stood like a jerk in the kitchen, motionless for several minutes while music played filtered through a closed door upstairs. Then his phone brought him back to earth. He picked it off the counter and tapped the massage icon.
[Hey hon...did Bailey talk to you about tonight?? ]
