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Kayla took a deep breath as she pulled her lips off of Brian's dick. It was a good thing the surround sound muffled out all the sucking noises. The giant silver screen behind Kayla cast all kinds of colors around them. She could barely tell what the movie was, just that Brian's eyes were glassed a little after the third beer.
"That's it babay." Brian drawled and nudged her head down again. "Happy Birthday to big daddy."
Kayla obliged today. If you would've known her a few years ago- make that a decade and a half ago, she would've put forth a lot more enthusiasm. Now, because of the way Brian's pubes started to match the silver of the screen, Kayla found it less desirable.
Luckily it didn't take much. Kayla hummed "Happy Birthday" through her lips and did her go-to tickle-the-balls routine and made short order of Brian. His legs started wobbling and squeezed around her shoulders. He would said he did it to keep her in place. Kayla knew it to be the path of least resistance.
"Just like the good old days huh?" Brian laid back in his seat. He his the recline button, giving Kayla the cue to hop aside.
"Yeah, brings back the memories." Kayla replied absently as she took the seat next to him. She thought back to how they had met.
They worked together at a movie theater. She was still in high school. Brian was an assistant manager. At first there wasn't really any attraction. He had even caught her once with another co-worker getting frisky in a cleaning closet. Kayla liked to remember that she was nice to him and that's why he let her off easy.
Brian liked to joke it was because she was hot and that he couldn't say no to a pretty woman. They would both agree that was the reason for their relationship.
The door behind them cracked open, casting a light across the screen.
"Mom?" A young man's voice called out.
"Yeah J?" Kayla popped her head over the theater chair. Brian paused the commotion on the screen.
"Hey I need this thing signed for grad night." Jackson pulled out a paper and handed it to her.
"Uh, do I just sign it?" Kayla glanced over it.
"Yea... you can read it if you want." Jackson added quietly.
"Oh okay. I'll take a look at it then. When do you need it?"
"I have to turn it in tomorrow at school." Jackson replied.
"Okay." Kayla put it on the armrest between her and Brian. It was enough to send Jackson back off.
"I can't believe he's graduating high school already." Brian reached for the remote. "Feels just like yesterday I saw him in your arms for the first time."
Kayla reminisced back at the comment. She had Jackson young. Like sophomore year young. Her parents ended up kicking her out, Jackson's biological father distanced himself after he was born, and she was stuck trying to support this child from a friend's home. That was until Brian heard about her plight and offered her to stay with him.
At first it was weird, but Kayla was grateful and recognized it was just what she needed for her and her baby. Brian was in his late 20's at the time and fairly stable. When Kayla was 18, the relationship had already been a little serious. It was very much a relationship of consequence.
"Yeah and now my baby is all grown up." Kayla pretended to look at the permission slip like a spinster peering through glasses. She naturally spoke slow.
Brian yanked it out of her hand at the silly site. "Please, you're just 34. Talk to me when you're like me." He put on his readers to actually read the paper. Kayla noticed how he didn't mention his age these days, especially as he was pushing 50. "Looks like they're wanting volunteers for Project Grad Night."
"What's that?" Kayla genuinely didn't know. It hadn't been a thing when she was in high school, not that she was around to know because she didn't finish.
"It's this thing they do after graduation night to 'celebrate' the graduates." Brian added the air-quotes. "Basically they don't want them to be drinking and partying elsewhere."
"Oh that's a good idea." Kayla thought about it, thinking back to her fair share of the latter. "We should help out." She smiled at Brian.
Brian feigned a smirk and handed the paper back to her. "Yeah I'm not staying up till the butt crack of dawn to corral a bunch of high school grads." He pulled a pen off the side table along with the remote, handing her the pen. "If you want to have that kind of fun, go for it."
Kayla looked at him with some mild disappointment. Brian never really wanted to do things with Jackson, even from the beginning. Yes he provided, but that was the extent. Somehow they still had a decent father-son-like relationship. There were even times when Kayla would be jealous that Jackson would go to Brian first, before her. It was that tinge of envy that made her put pen to paper.
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As the sun shone in early the following morning, Kayla got out of bed after a restless night of sleep. She had a strange dream about being back in school, being laughed, but they weren't just normal students. She tried to recall more but as she pulled up her silk shorts, with each step to the kitchen she remembered less.
She put on the coffee for Brian and herself. As she grabbed a bowl to get Jackson's breakfast ready, a tradition she loved since he was little, the young man himself rushed into the kitchen.
"Hey there." Kayla said sleepily, waving the bowl.
"Can't." Jackson grabbed his backpack that hung from the dining chair. "I'm gonna be late for the bus."
"Oh... well... Here I can pack you something really quick." Kayla started towards the fridge and began grabbing a few things. As soon as she closed it, Jackson stood nearby with an empty bag to collect the lunch.
"Thanks!" He said. "Gotta go!" He rushed past her and Kayla noticed the permission form still on the table.
"Hey! Don't forget your paper!" Kayla managed a stifled shout. She watched incredulously at the speed Jackson ran back to get it and back out. She didn't even get a chance to offer him a ride to school.
As the commotion settled, she put the bowl back in the cupboard and quietly started making some breakfast. Her shoulders slumped forward and her cami strap occasionally fell as she worked the skillet. That time when he would gladly wait for breakfast was long gone. The more Kayla thought about it, this distance only grew in the last decade.
She would never forget the day Jackson had asked her to not stand outside to see him get on the bus. That was 6th grade. It wasn't until the following year that Brian told her that Jackson confided the reasoning to him. The other kids were teasing him endlessly. Saying things like, "Damn Jackson," or, "I'd hit that!"
She knew she was attractive then, only in her mid-20s, and she made the honest effort in being less visible like that. But it was to little avail. There was the time when she had dropped off some home-made cupcakes for Jackson's class party. Even that brief appearance elicited all kinds of comments. But she never heard it from Jackson, just after the fact from Brian. "I like your mom's cupcakes Jackson-" one peer said. "Yeah they look delicious. Think she'd let me have a lick?" And the one that made her shudder a little: "If she needs help next time, I can glaze them."
Recalling all these things, Kayla began to wonder if it was the right move, to do this volunteer thing. She had laid low all this time for a reason. She even dressed down in public, deliberately aging up, so as not to be confused for Jackson's sister. Something in the pan was starting to burn.
She served the skillet into a plate and kept looking down. Kayla stared squarely down her cleavage. 36Ds, as plump as a decade ago. In the reflection from the hallway mirror, she caught her side profile. Tanned, toned thighs snug in her silk shorts. A small, proud side of cried out at the crime of even attempting to hide all this.
Brian stumbled into the kitchen, breaking her gaze at herself in the mirror. He plopped down at the table and rubbed his eyes open. "You're already up?"
"I've been up." Kayla grabbed a plate and cup of coffee. She set them down in front of him. "He's already gone."
"Oh." Brian sniffed the coffee, slowly waking.
"I thought you didn't like butt-cracks of dawn?" Kayla tussled his balding head.
"Ah.. stop..." Brian waved her off, reaching for his coffee but instead ensnaring a finger at the hem of her shorts. He pulled Kayla towards him. "I'm don't, but...," He pulled her shorts down to her thighs, revealing her luscious butt. "This is one butt-crack I like at dawn." He licked between her cheeks.
"Oh my gosh," Kayla smacked him with her cheeks and pushed his head away. She pulled her shorts up and pointed at the plate. "Eat your breakfast." She laughed.
"Okay," Brian obliged. "You eat yet?" He pulled his robe open, nude underneath. "I got the sausage ready for you." He laughed as his morning wood bobbed.
Kayla rolled her eyes and left to take a shower. With the warm water rolling over her, she was lost in her thoughts again. It had been a long time since she felt sexy. Maybe even longer when that validation came from someone other than Brian. As the soap suds multiplied, so did Kayla's doubt. Maybe she never really experience that confidence from herself.
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Kayla couldn't shake the feeling all day. She even found herself shirking attention at Target. A group of boys stopped talking and watched her walk past the electronics section, only to make their observations when they thought she was out of earshot.
It wasn't the fact that they did that that bothered her. What was eating away at her conscience was that at some point she had not only stopped desiring the attention, but actively avoiding it. Moments earlier she didn't even consider stopping in the clothing section to find something cute. What was the point?
