Chapter One
"Mrs. Miller?" Derek blurted out in stunned surprise. "Oh, Derek, how are you? It's been too long. Amy is doing good but she never gives me updates on how you are doing! I've never liked how things ended between you two. You guys were such a cute couple!"
This was how it was with the Miller family. Both Amy Miller, Derek's ex-girlfriend, and her mother, Ashley Miller, were talkative ladies who believed the world revolved around whatever they thought about at that particular moment. Which, to some extent, it did. The Millers were the second richest family in Austin, Texas. Which meant they were one of the richest in the country.
"Mrs. Miller--um, hi, how are you?" he stammered and looked around as if there might be cue cards somewhere to read. Derek was on his lunch break. Sitting in his car with the radio turned down and a half-eaten sandwich in his lap, he looked around to make sure none of his supervisors were near his vehicle. He was a recent hire at an enormous law firm which meant he was one level above pond scum there, but he was starting to build his reputation. "Sorry, I'm just a little surprised. Is--is everything alright? Is Amy--"
"Oh, she's fine! She's fine! Sweet of you to worry. No, she still is quite sad, though, from your guys' break-up. I don't hold it against you. The heart wants what the heart wants."
Derek didn't know how rich Amy was or how influential her family was when he first started dating her in law school. He knew she had a lot of expensive toys and a nice car, but he didn't expect just how rich she was until she met her family. He only met her father once, but he was nice enough, though distant. He worked in the oil business and was gone more days of the year than present. Both Amy and Ashley Miller adored Derek for the year and a half they dated, and talks of marriage happened--between the women, mostly. Though Derek considered proposing briefly, Amy's... darker side got the better of their relationship, which ultimately ended their relationship two months ago, just before graduation. It was quite a messy breakup, too. Clingy and stalker didn't begin to describe the girl. This was only one of the many reasons why Derek was apprehensive about her mother calling him now.
"Yes, yes," he said awkwardly. "So, Mrs. Miller, was there a particular reason--"
"Oh! Yes, forgive me. I know you're quite busy with the new job and all. Congratulations, by the way..."
"Thank you," Derek smiled but wondered how she knew about his new job. He got the job after breaking up with Amy, he didn't tell anyone who would have told Amy, and he was such a low hire it wouldn't have been announced.
"Well, Amy had a box of your things that you never picked up after your break up. I figure she meant to get them to you but forgot about it. Anyways, I found them today and wondered if you still wanted them?"
"Ah, yes, I almost forgot about them," Derek said suppressing his sarcastic tone. He had not forgotten about them. One item was his personal laptop that Amy had lorded over his head as a poker chip to get back together with her. He was forced to buy a new one during his poorest time between passing the bar and starting at his current job.
Well, late is better than never,
he thought.
"Thank you, Mrs. Miller. I'd be happy to come by to pick it up. I'm working late tonight. Is eight o'clock too late?" he asked.
"That will be fine, dear, I'm here all night," she replied. Derek thanked her again and hung up. He scarfed down the remainder of his sandwich before heading back into his office.
Well, selling my old laptop will at least put a dent in the cost for the new one,
he shrugged. He was making decent money now, but nothing to write home about. He still lived in a one bedroom apartment because housing prices were too high in Austin. A couple more years of saving and raises and he would be in a financially good place. Perhaps, then he would attempt dating again.
This time it would be with a woman who was different than Amy. Someone who didn't... feed into my darker pleasures.
Chapter Two
There was an eerie ache in his belly as he drove the familiar streets to Mrs. Miller's house. It felt like he was the main character in a horror movie and walking into a trap where the killer was waiting with a knife. His paranoia probably sounded ridiculous to anyone who didn't know what kind of breakup he had with Amy. He drove up the long winding driveway in the darkness of the night and followed the garden lights to the front door to knock, even though he knew they didn't use that door. It felt wrong to approach the back door. Knocking, he was greeted at the door with a leaping hug that was more familiar than he expected.
"Oh, Derek! It's been so long!" Mrs. Miller's large breasts smashed into his chest, and her hands latched onto the back of her shoulder blades.
"Hi, Mrs. Miller, nice to see you again," he said through a nervous smile. He knew Amy wasn't there because he did a search for her vehicle before putting his in park. Plus, he knew from facebook stalking her earlier that she now lived and worked at a law firm in Houston.
"Come in, come in!" she said breaking the hug just to usher him deeper into the house. He followed her with a grin lingering on his lips and feeling a familiar itch on the back of his neck. Derek was a confident man, tall, and good looking so girlfriends and relationships had never been hard to find. This chosen celebesy for the past two month had been the longest he had gone without sex in years. Hell, he had been so busy with his new job, he hadn't even masturbated since graduating. The result being him now noticing the eye-popping curves of Mrs. Miller for the first time.
Mrs. Miller had long dirty blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders. The white and blue sundress she wore hugged her thick ass cheeks. He watched them swish from side to side as he followed her. When she turned into the house library his eyes followed the long dark line of cleavage her large breasts produced. The luscious body of his ex-girlfriend's mother was exquisite. Her soft-featured face showed the beautiful resemblance between the two. Like mother like daughter.
Derek felt his mind drifting someplace he didn't want it to go and shook it back from oblivion.
"Come in here; we can talk in the library," Mrs. Miller said as they walked the maze of her house to a rich library. She closed the door, and they sat on the brown leather couch. The room was decorated in maroon, gold, and deep browns of mahogany. Derek didn't know if this house was big enough to be considered a mansion, but it definitely was big enough to get lost in. Derek doubted if this library was ever used by anyone other than the house cleaning staff.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
Derek had to focus on not looking down at the great view of her breasts as she bent over the bar.
That's it. When I get home, I'm jerking off. A few more days of this level of deprivation and I might end up doing something stupid like fucking an ex's mom...
"No, thank you," he said, but sat to be polite.
