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I followed the girls downstairs, with Tash and Amy leading the way. Nat hung back, smirking at me; she had some knack for being able to read me, which was kind of spooky. I smiled as she mouthed naughty naughty yet again, so I accidentally slipped and slapped her hard on the ass. One yelp later, and she had caught up with the other two, throwing the cutest scowls over her shoulder at me.
She would learn; she was the one nearest my age that I had designs on fucking; it looked as if it may have to involve a bit of spanking as well; I'd have to look up a how-to' of that online.
As we walked through an understandably tiring group of cougars and milfs, there were some very, very rich women here; it was codenamed Cougar Central. I spotted a few notable absences from earlier: Helen, Stephanie, and Elise. Damn, I had been hoping to catch a lift with Elise later. Never mind; I am sure one of the five younger ladies here would have someone collect them; they'd surely give me a lift.
I looked up to see Tash's mother coming over; she was an elegant and beautiful woman.
"Hello again, Ma'am," I said warmly.
"It's Mackenzie, not Ma'am or just Mack to you, Rockstar; what can I get for you?" She asked in a sexy tone that immediately caused a huffing noise to come from her daughter.
"He wants something to eat, Mom, and since when is anyone allowed to call you Mack?" Tash asked. She whined like a teenager when she was actually twenty. Damn, I was the kid here!
"Oh my, well, since we can practically see his ribs, we should feed him up; we have a party catered for in the fridge, so..." Mackenzie said, but was interrupted.
"Fine, we have him; you can go back to your friends," Tash said, happy to deal with it.
"Nonsense Natasha, your friends are my friends, and my friends are yours; you should go and see them, as they came especially to see you. I'm sure I can look after our young friend here." Mack said, with a mischievous look in her rather delightful eyes, Go Mac Daddy go.
But the look Tasha was giving me threatened a whole heap of violence should I encourage her in any way, shape, or form. I couldn't keep the smile from my face, and they all were giving me evil looks, including tiny Nat, who seemed to have me figured out pretty well, although anything sexual aimed at her, threw her off.
"I think I can solve this, Mackenzie; I have looked after him all afternoon for you. What do you say, James?" Elise stepped in, but she was using my real name, which wasn't a good sign.
If I were to be honest here, I would be happy with whoever could show me where the damn fridge was! I was starving now, and all this mentioning of ribs meant I could really eat some spare ribs right about now! Nat smiled at me, and I was beginning to get worried about that psychic, sexy little pixie.
"Whoever holds the key to the fridge, has the key to my heart," I said with complete sincerity. That didn't exactly go down well with anybody, so fuck it, I'll find the fridge on my own.
"Nonsense, as you said, you were stuck with him all afternoon; go have some fun with the girls; let me take a turn looking after our young man," Mack purred, eyes full of promise. What was in the wine?
She was a little older; I'd say that she was around the thirty-eight to forty mark, but in no way would that be held against her. Oh no, I was an equal opportunities kind of guy. She was around five feet five, slightly thicker built than the younger models, but I could see Yoga was still doing a fine job keeping her firm, toned, and supple. With a firm ass, flared hips, and fine-looking breasts caged in such a way I couldn't get a handle on their size, she was still very much a looker.
She had long blonde curly hair, a classically beautiful face with high cheekbones and green eyes, and a wide, sensual mouth that was currently smiling a dazzling smile at me. Damn, I was kind of staring at her tits, like they were on a test and I was cramming for it. This hadn't endeared me to my friends, however, and they were glaring at me with less subtlety.
"I'll happily put myself in your good hands, Mack," I said, enjoying this now, as she would know where the ribs were; she certainly had hungry eyes.
"Right, this way then, you handsome young darling," she said, her voice dripping with promise. She slipped her arm into mine and led me towards the kitchen, hopefully. I could feel the glares on my back like lasers.
She led me to an island in her kitchen, where I sat while she brought steak, sliders, and a whole mess of ribs. My eyes must have lit up like the Fourth of July because she was laughing at me kindly.
"Oh my, it's been a long time since anyone looked at me like you look at those ribs," she said, smiling, but I could feel an underlying sadness and nervousness about her.
"Well then, you've been around a whole lot of blind men, Mackenzie," I said, as huskily as I could get away with, but leaving it as an implication, I didn't want to get tossed from this party without eating.
"My my, aren't you the young charmer? I bet all the ladies flock to you, don't they?" She purred. Yes, I wanted to make her feel better, but she was not however on my to-do list.
"Why, thank you, ma'am," I said, playing up the charm.
"I told you to call me Mack, you naughty boy; it's a privilege very few are afforded," she said cheekily. We were playing now, flirting back and forth, while I waited anxiously for my ribs.
"Nonsense, Mack, that one was on purpose; I was going for charm, but obviously it was a fail," I mock-sulked, and she ate it up as she piled my plate high.
A maid came to help but was shooed away. We were fine, apparently, as she heated a steak with three sliders and a host of delicious-smelling ribs. But then the girls were back! They better not fuck up this food for me, I hoped my eyes conveyed that, but Nat was the only one who seemed to guess the real prize I was after.
"You are wanted, Mommy," Tasha said sweetly, taking over the reheating process. Then motioning for the maid to get in there, Do not! Burn that food.
"Hungry, James?" Amy asked, sliding into the seat next to mine and smiling.
"Starving, do not mess this up!" I said I was short on patience.
"Poor baby, has mommy not fed you yet?" she asked, mockingly but frustratingly funny.
"Hell! You do you, and I'll do me, and right now this me is hungry," I growled unintentionally.
"Now now, James, you be a good boy, and we will feed you," Amy teased, as Nat laughed at me behind her back, while Tash and her mother had a rather heated private discussion.
Now normally, my love of a nice family would have had me rush in to stop the said argument, but I was too busy watching the maid; she had my food.
"Are you listening to me, J?" Amy said. Switching it up was a nice touch.
"Excuse me, Miss, are they ready yet?" I asked. However, she shook me off, and goddamn it, the longer this was drawn out, the more worried I was getting.
"Hey!" An unhappy Amy said, poking me in my ribs!
"I get it! Look, I will do almost anything for those ribs; ok, I'm obsessing," I replied intensely, but just then the maid brought me over a twelve-ounce rib eye steak.
I did not even wait for the cutlery; I just picked that hot-assed steak up and chewed on it. The maid rushed over with a knife, fork, and napkin. God, this was the life. Great food, good booze, and great sex--could it get any better?
Amy was scowling at me, and Nat had slipped into her seat as she stalked around, sulking over who knows what; she was a very antsy girl. Natalie and I appeared to be similar, as she looked up at me with puss in boots eyes, before slicing herself a piece of my steak.
"Oh no! He does not have to share, Nat; we will be serving soon; surely you can wait until then!" Mack chided Nat, who looked to have less fat on her than me!
Natalie pouted behind her back, and she was giving me the eyes again.
"Sorry, baby, I was waylaid. Is everything ok?" She cooed, Hell in for a penny.
