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Chapter 13 - Tomorrow's Problem
Noah had been having an amazing dream. He was a racecar driver and he'd just won his first championship. It felt incredibly vivid, with the spray of the champagne, the cheering of the crowd and the feel of the pair of lips which kissed his in victory. In the dream, he'd stepped back and found her there. His perfect woman.
"Hmm..." He hummed awake, his eyes opening softly to see thick, silky navy hair and a pale, flawless back. His head tilted a little as his muscles slowly brought themselves into play. The smell of her body came wafting over, her sweet smelling hair, her skin and that slight unknown which drove him wild. The blonde was on his left side, his left arm beneath his own head while his right was wrapped around a toned waist to allow him to sit snug against her back. His crotch was hidden beneath a firm, round ass while his right hand was casually resting against one full breast.
Noah smiled. He'd never woken up so happy.
Feeling completely refreshed, the teen nudged his hips forward a touch and confirmed that his morning wood was pushing against her thong-clad pussy, relishing its warmth. Memories of the previous night came to him in contrast to memories of the first time he'd woken up with her. The panic and worry of old were replaced with comfort and warmth. Listening for a sign she was awake, the blonde decided to let her rest, beginning to pull away when she groaned.
"Hmmm..." Her own hands grabbed his right hand and pushed it back to rub against her naked chest again.
"Hah..." He chuckles softly, propping himself up a little as she turned to stare at him. "You awake, mom...?"
"Not yet." She held a sort of wonder in her eyes which he rewarded with craning his neck and pressing his lips into hers. "Uhnn..."
Soft, supple lips, a delicate tongue and a roaming heat tickled him as they shared a quick kiss in the morning light.
"So..." He pulled back, sitting up in bed and running a hand through his hair.
"So..." Her voice was breathy and soft, still exhibiting that wonderment.
"Last night was something..."
"It was."
"..." He chuckled a little after words failed him. Trying to be like Lisa was pointless here. He needed to be himself. "Last night was amazing, Mom. I've never cum that hard. Ever."
"It was- you were so good, baby." She finally seemed to ease up, that doe eyed look fading to let her look more like the predator he was used to. "I- I can't believe I blacked out."
"Oh, yeah..." He stroked a hair back from her pretty face as she began to sit up too, trying not to stare at how hot her tits looked just hanging like that for him to see. His mom, just nonchalantly letting her heavy cantaloupes out for his viewing pleasure. They looked even bigger this way. "You had me on edge a few times..."
"I guess I knew you'd be good in the sack but that was unreal." She stroked his ego more and the teen found himself wanting to hear it again and again. More than that he wanted to relive the previous night, the memory replaying more strongly as they talked, as he heard her sensual voice and as he drank in her body. Slipping his hand beneath the sheets, Noah began tracing his hands up her legs as they stared at each other. His fingers found her mound quickly and cupped it, feeling her warmth again, as she rubbed his shoulder. His cock began to rouse, pushing against his boxers, when he remembered their reality.
"So, what now?"
"..." She looked at him for a second, before smiling deviously.
"Oh, you've known what you'd do this whole time... haven't you?"
"Would you hate it if I did?" She laughed a little at his expense.
"...No." He mirrored her grin. "You know I can't resist you, Mom."
"Love you too, baby."
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Lisa woke with the headache from hell. Her head throbbed, her mouth was dry and her muscles were stiff. As the light poked through the slight gaps in the curtains, sun beams caught her face and forced her eyes open. For a brief moment, she recoiled into the warmth and comfort of the dark sheets and then it crashed into her like a truck. The raven-haired teen jerked awake, her eyes wildly scanning the vicinity around her for her fiance and she shrieked the moment she found someone.
"Ahhh!!" The gross old man spread across the bed shifted a little but his arm remained prone across her legs as Lisa howled in a panic. Throwing the arm off of her, she shifted her weight and screamed at the offender. "Ahhh! What the fuck??!"
"Hhsmmm..." The gurgled, broken response that came was barely even audible, a poor attempt at a reply, as she scrambled out of the bed and began to freak out. Her head was sore, her mind muddled and the image of her fiancee wrapping his fingers around a soft titty while she stood there was burning her thoughts. And what the fuck was Mr. Jones doing in her bed.
Lisa stumbled as she rushed herself into the bathroom, grabbing her phone and locking the door behind her. Staring into the mirror, the Petrov heir couldn't quite grasp the reflection on show. Her hair was matted and messy, her eyes were dark red, mascara stained orbs and her clothes were dishevelled. She patted her lithe body down, making sure she was okay and that the creepy man in her bed hadn't done anything but she was faultless. Glancing at the toilet, she could see a disgusting slop of puke which she quickly flushed and attributed to the old man. The stupid, fucking moron had stolen her spiked drink.
Like a rhino, he'd somehow managed to avoid actually passing out but it was clear that he hadn't been able to hold on once they were at the hotel.
Lisa lifted her phone, her mind racing, as she forced herself to focus on the only important one. Noah. The previous night was fresh in her mind and she refused to accept the look he'd given her. Everything she'd done until now, every single criticism she'd buried, all of it was for this and if he thought he could treat her this way, he was sorely mistaken. Ignoring the flurry of texts before, she focused on the new one from her closest friend.
Bestie, what the hell happened? You stopped replying and you sent like a million messages about Noah cheating...
Lisa grimaced at that. Alina wasn't the type to take her weaknesses well. Deleting everything, the eighteen year old moved beyond the calls to her friend and found the log to Noah. 136 calls. 97 texts.
"Shit." The room began to spin again as she tried to rationalise everything, to get it under control. Bracing herself for a call, she typed up a reply only to see something else come in.
Baby, are you okay?
Her mom. Lisa blinked hard at the text. Her mother never texted. Quickly going through her phone, Lisa checked she hadn't accidentally rang her mom and returned to the text puzzled.
Fine, Mom.
Savannah sent me a video last night, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Lisa's curiosity and annoyance spiked. She didn't have time to deal with her slow mom. The woman had already failed her by replying positively to Savannah's slutty post. The chance for shaming the skanky mom was already lost.
It all got fucked up.
She messaged her friend who was instantly typing back. Lisa didn't have the patience to wait though. She splashed her face with cold water, and charged back into the living room woozily, crossing her arms and scowling hard at the man who lay embarrassingly across the foot of the bed. The room stank of drink and puke and sweat and she left, knowing that she had to find Noah. Grabbing the door, she tugged and was across the hallway in a flash, the handle rattled and she realised it was locked.
