Here is the second chapter of
Mrs. Hart's Ache
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Please include it under the category
Novels and Novellas
. For the sake of the readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms.
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This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way.
Here we meet Mrs. Hart for the first time, as well as the Hart residence Housekeeper Miriam. We also learn a bit more about our hero's family, specifically his mother, but also he himself and about how his parents get along together.
Here too our hero first begins to think about teaching Mrs. Hart a few manners. Planning is the most important step, and our hero is nothing if not thorough.
Thanks, and happy reading.
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Mrs. Hart's Ache
II First Impressions
"She also has the kind of shy, sweet demeanor that makes this guy's heart pound, most definitely. There's not a jealous or bitchy bone in her body."
I just figured it out.
Missy is the way she is because her mother is the complete opposite: demanding, sarcastic, definitely jealous and as bitchy as they come.
Mrs. Hart, the bitch-girlfriend's-mother-from-hell, is so selfish that she kept all those parts for herself.
It makes so much sense when you think about it. All that remained for Missy were the best of the feminine qualities. There is also the fact that the Housekeeper, Miriam, essentially raised Missy.
My mother is the sweetest, kindest, most generous person I know, no doubt. Ask anyone who knows her. They'll tell you the same thing.
Miriam runs a close second. We understood each other, and hit it off from the first moment. She is one wise lady. She's also hell on wheels when she's pissed. Just like Mom.
Missy introduced us, then went put some things in her room. Miriam took one look at me and sat me right down on a stool at the island in the kitchen. Even sitting, I'm taller. She looked up at me with a fierce scowl, shaking her pointed finger in my face. She told me that if I did anything to hurt her baby, she'd break my arm. Then she grinned.
Missy returned about then. Miriam eyed Missy, then squeezed my hand and told me that, if she were only ten years younger, she'd give her baby a run for her money. Missy blushed, and told her to stop teasing me.
Miriam is close to sixty, tough as an old tree root and built like a fireplug. But there's life yet in them old bones. I could see that special twinkle in her eyes and knew that she wasn't teasing. She knew I knew too. Just beneath the aged surface is the merry young Irish lass that has enjoyed many a hearty romp in the hay over the years. She knows well the feeling of a virile man moving between her naked thighs.
She gave me that measuring look that means only one thing when one person gives it to another:
…Oh baybay! I'd love to take you to my bed and fuck your lights out tonight...
. I'm betting that she and Williams, the butler, are on very friendly terms.
Miriam knows her baby better than anyone, including Missy's parents, and has no illusions. She sees Missy as she is: a beautiful young lady with normal appetites, but also with the brains and self-respect to be choosy about her partners. Miriam apparently sees me as a worthy candidate for her baby's favors. She's always slipping rubbers in my pocket.
Mrs. Hart on the other hand rates me somewhere south of the doggy-bombs her three yapping ankle-biters leave behind as traps for the unwary.
The first time we met, she began the conversation by berating me about the leaves in the swimming pool. It took me all of a millisecond to catch on. What a witch!
Missy and I were standing out by the cabaña talking.
Got my soda!
Mrs. Hart came marching out of the house in search of her daughter. She spied us standing out by the cabaña, and started toward us. Before she was halfway across the lawn, she was bitching at me about the condition of the pool. I glanced over my shoulder at her, but didn't react. Missy looked bewildered for a moment, then blushed. I just stared at her mother. I wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction.
Obviously irritated, Missy cut her off and introduced me as a friend from school. The invective stopped, but her mother didn't look at all abashed. She had known it all along that I wasn't the poolboy. She just wanted to ping me; to see if I could take it. And she wanted to put me on the defensive right away. Oh, you bet I could see where this was going from the first moment we met.
I must admit, Mrs. Hart does look good at forty-something. She is a mature version of her daughter: the same long, slender legs; the same willowy body; the same curved hips, tight waist and full bust. Only more so.
Her hair is darker: a lustrous brown with red-highlights. She is an inch taller than Missy. More in the heels she was wearing that day. And her tits looked just that much bigger. She has taken very good care of herself over the years. I could feel my cock stirring just looking at her.
I may not like her, but Mr. Snake has no allegiance.
As would be expected of the publisher of a major fashion magazine, Mrs. Hart was wearing a designer dress with a matching shirt coat of light grey silk. The color matched her eyes. No severe business suits for this lady. The dress was a wraparound, showing definite cleavage and a lot of leg. Nice tits. Very nice calves.
Mr. Snake sat up a bit more.
What did surprise me slightly was that she flirting with me at the same time that she was trying to intimidate me. Brushing her hand along her breast lightly; smoothing the dress along her thigh; Running her fingers through her loose hair; tracing one finger along the corner of her mouth; wetting her lips.
Every once in a while she would glance down to my package to see the effect her performance was having on me. All this in the five minutes we standing together. Interesting. The crotch of my jeans got tight.
Time out.
I believe that Mrs. Hart was and is completely aware of her provocative behavior. She is beautiful, intelligent, powerful and very rich. She knows how to use those things to get her way. She is also a tease, and revels in it. And she's a control freak. The question is, does she also know beneath it all she is a nasty little girl yearning to be disciplined?
Time in.
