Barbara awoke with a start. Where was she? Oh yes, Marcus' apartment. She must have dozed off. She quietly slid off the bed and looked for her heels. She figured she'd slip out the door and put this evening behind her. She had no interest in dealing with this young man now, or ever again for that matter. She was too embarrassed by her rash behavior. Seriously, he couldn't be more than 25, half her age at most.
As she drove home, she realized it was close to 1am. At first she was concerned that Timmy would be wondering where she was, but then reminded herself he was likely still out too. Fortunately, Richard was traveling. Although he probably wouldn't have noticed she wasn't around even if he were home.
Hopefully, Timmy was not with Marie again. The thought gave her chills. She was going to have to deal with Marie, no matter how vomit-inducing it would be. She had to break Marie away from Timmy before word got out. She just wouldn't be able to face her friends if they knew Marie had seduced her son. And heaven forbid that appalling video of the Marie with Timmy got out. All that foot fetish and mommy fetish talk would be mortifying to both Barbara and Timmy.
As far as having spied on Timmy masturbating earlier today, that she tried not to think about at all. She had hoped Marcus would have driven the images from her head, but she knew now she was going to need more - in both size and number to push Timmy's big, beautiful cock from her mind.
When she arrived home she stripped off her dress. Frustratingly, she realized that in her haste to exit Marcus' apartment she actually forgot to grab her underwear, one of her favorites. In the scheme of things it wasn't important. She collapsed onto the bed. It had been a long day. Despite the hour she shot-off a text to Marie to meet her for lunch at the club around noon. It wasn't long before she fell asleep.
Barbara waited impatiently. Of course, Marie was running late. Barbara sat at the table sipping a white wine and going over in her head what she was going to say to Marie. One thing she knew for sure, Marie was going to be gloating over this. It seemed she was intent on making Barbara squirm for some reason.
When Marie entered the room she was easy to spot. Barbara just shook her head in disbelief. What 50ish year old woman wears a tube top with a tennis skirt? Her oversized breasts jiggling with every step. Only Marie would be so brazen. What a spectacle Barbara thought. Although, with that body, Barbara could see why her 22 year old Timmy could easy fall under Marie's spell. If she were being totally honest with herself, Barbara would admit that she did wonder just a bit what they would feel like to touch, herself only being a B-cup, and barely so.
"Hello dear. How are you," Marie asked as she bent down to give Barbara an air kiss on each cheek.
"Well, Marie, honestly I'm not happy with you. Not at all."
"The video? I know, I know. I am so sorry. I hadn't meant to send it to you. I don't know where my head was." Marie shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"That's it? You're sorry you sent the video. How about making he damn thing in the first place," Barbara said exasperated.
"Now Barbara, he is a grown man."
"He's only 22! No, he's still a boy. My boy. Not one of your toys," Barbara hissed.
"He's not a toy to me, Barbara. I've known him his entire life."
"Exactly," Barbara interrupted. "It's wrong. It's disgusting", she blurted out.
"Is there something wrong with me? Do you not approve of me?"
"Cut the crap and false indignation Marie. You're just using him to get under my skin and I don't know why. But whatever the reason, bravo, you win. Now back off from him." Barbara was getting heated.
"I happen to like Timmy. He's such a cutie."
"Damn it, Marie. You're twice his age, more than twice his age."
"Well, then think of all training he's getting. He will know how to handle a woman properly."
"I'd rather him fumble around learning with a girl his age."
"Oh, he's not fumbling."
"Please," Barbara interrupted holding up her hand as if to to say - stop, I don't want to hear this.
"Are you asking me to drop him, because I don't plan on stopping."
"Marie, please. Just put an end to it. It's not right and you know it."
"What about you?"
"What are you taking about?"
"Marcus. He's not much older than Timmy."
Son-of-a-bitch Barbara thought. I can't believe this cunt has outplayed me. "One time mistake. And he's not your son."
"Well, he's someone's son"
"Don't get cute with me. I know you're not as dumb as this bimbo image you cultivate," Barbara said with disgust.
"Now you're being nasty."
"What's it going to take? Just say it."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You want me to beg, is that it? What have I done to you anyway?"
"Barbara this is not about you. Not everything is about you. I am having some fun with Timmy. It's that simple."
"Marie, I've known you since college. You don't do anything without a reason, even sex," Barbara sneered.
"There it is. That holier-than-thou, condescending attitude." Marie leaned back and crossed her arms under her enormous breasts.
"So that's it? That's what this is about? You think I look down on you? This is what you've seduced Timmy for? You're unbelievable. Fine, if it's an apology you want. Fine, fine!" Barbara was getting increasingly frustrated.