During family dinner Tristan surprisingly offers to help me clean up. He makes me a decaf cup of coffee and tells me, "Take it mom, you'll want to stay up tonight," and he winks at me as he scurries away after drying the last dish.
The rest of the night my mind is ablaze with what Tristan could have meant. I try to text him, but he shuts me out for the rest of the night. Tiberius and I just give a nod to each other as our quiet, 'good night' to each other. We roll over, and then I hear his snores come from the other side of the bed.
After several moments drag on, I feel the effects of the coffee wear off, when I get a sudden text from Tristan. I secretly open it and all it says is, "I hope you're still awake because the show is about to start. If you're awake, stay quiet and watch!"
I suddenly hear Melia's door open, followed by her padded footsteps down the hall to our room. I force my eyes shut and pray that what I suspect to happen doesn't happen. Ultimately, I do feel Melia lightly clamber into our bed and roll Tibs onto his back. She crawls underneath the sheet and I hear her shimmy-ing his pants down. A pop sound punctuates the stillness of the room, and then loud sucking. My heart sinks, but there is so much further to go. Tiberius rouses from his slumber and mumble, "...unh...sweety...? again?"
"Tiberius honey. Always."
They scuttle out of our room and I hear their rabble going down the hall into her room. A few moments later, soft moaning came spiking through the walls.
I jolt up in bed, ready to storm into their room, but Tristan's text grounds me in my place. I lay back down and I count the seconds turn into minutes, turn into hours as a better part of the evening goes by as they spend it together moaning into one another.
The morning after, Tristan offers to take our dog out on walk with me. I start relentlessly venting to him, "How can they do that?! I remember seeing him with his office assistant years ago! That hurt! That was a knife to my heart. I thought he would come back eventually to me. But this! That's Melia! That's hi-our, OUR daughter! We...we went to ballet recitals, graduations..." I slow down as time starts washing over me. I start bawling as to how far Tiberius and I have drifted.
"Mom, mom! Hey, hey! Look at me! No! This is all dad! Don't let this make you break down!"
He lifts me up and has me straddle him. I lean into his chest, muffled sobs coming from me. Tristan starts rubbing my back and looks around to make sure there isn't anyone coming to our corner of the park.
"Mom, hey! Remember! Dad first cheated on you with that office lady. And now he is continuing that on with Melia! Somehow he can go all hours of the evening with her, rather than you!"
I slow my sniffles down, my sadness now melting to a growing rage. A few sniffles later, I feel Tristan crane his neck down and he has his lips parted a breath away from me. The air in my chest catches for a moment, then I feel my lips landing on his. My eyes close as I'm overcome in a wave of emotions. Tristan embraces me fully, I lean closer as he slowly starts grind up into me. I lose myself and grind back into him. Tristan starts groping my ample ass in my jogging spandex. Tristan lifts us into a squat and he starts fumbling to pull out his dick, causing our dog to nibble on my ass.
I slap him, "Not here! Not where everyone is watching!"
Tristan looks like a sad puppy at me, I look at him pityingly, "Tristan honey, let's do this. Pretend you have a flat tire tomorrow, you ditch your morning classes, we'll go out for coffee in the morning, and see what happens afterwards. 'Kay?"
Tristan perks right up, he practically looks like a dog begging with his tongue out, "You promise mom?"
Once I get to work I ask one of my younger realtors what college boys like in a date. She gives me a dubious look, but she confesses her boyfriend likes it when she wears a cropped cardigan, a corduroy body suit, a short, skimpy skirt, and her highest pumps. I thank her for her advice and think longingly if I could pull that outfit off.
The next day, Tiberius is working from home, I have an "open house", Tristan plays up that he can't be late for his lecture, but he got a flat on his way home last night.
I take Tristan to "school." From the passenger seat, Tristan exclaims, "Holy shit mom! You're a babe! I love that I can practically see your ass and I can grab your tits."
My face flushes a bright red, I wanted to be bold and tried my co-workers advice.
We go to my favorite spot for coffee. Tristan says his favorite bookstore is nearby and we should go. He shows me all his current favorite authors. Afterwards, we see that the movie theatre is reshowing one of our favorite movies, we grab lunch in the movie theatre, Tristan cannot take his eyes off my tits. During lunch he comes out and says, "Dude, mom. I just love how that top squeezes your chest."
He takes a hurried look and then sneaks in a quick squeeze. I playfully bat his hand away and give him a flirty blush. We wrap up lunch and then go watch the movie. Tristan taps my shoulder during the movie, "Hey mom, this is one of my favorite parts." I knowingly nod and just silently gaze at him. It feels so good to be taken out by someone again. I squeeze his hand and smile to myself. He turns his head and looks at me as though he has mustard on his face. He starts dabbing his face with his sleeve and looks to me for confirmation that his face is clean. I just laugh to myself and I give him a big passionate kiss. He pulls away and says, "Wait, seriously. Is there something on my face?" I give his cheek a little lick, and I playfully tell him, not anymore. I get a text from Tiberius, "Hey, Melia wants something from the mall and we're going to get dinner after. I don't know what time we'll be home, but don't wait up for us." I give my screen a seething stare. Tristan asks concerningly, "Mom? Is it him?" A devious and lascivious smile breaks over my face while I look at Tristan.
Tristan's concern turn to dubiousness, "...mom?"
"Revenge is best served cold, sweety."
I drive us home and I pull Tristan upstairs to the master bedroom. I push him onto what once was Tiberius and my bed and I command Tristan, "Take me, ravish me."
Tristan turns it around on me and he commands me to stand before him, now grinning to himself. He slides his hands between my legs to caress my thighs. I gasped, my breath hitching as his strong fingers found their way under my skirt. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing my crotch. He undid my body suit and exclaimed, "Mom! You went out commando today?!"
My face burned with the discovery. Tristan's expression turns gleeful. He begins playing with my clit excitedly and inserts two fingers into my yearning pussy. A moan of pleasure escapes me for the first time in a long time causing my body to quiver in anticipation for the night to come. Tristan stands from the bed, I look up to his towering muscular frame. He brings his lips down to mine and a spark is rekindled in me long thought diminished. I groan in ecstasy as Tristan's warm breath flows onto my breath and his pistoning fingers working up a faster pace. Our eyes lock as I feel myself climax for the first time in years. The room spins and my legs grow weak, my legs giving out from the excitement of climaxing. Tristan catches me and gently places us onto the bed. As my orgasm subsided, he stepped back, his light hazel eyes raking over my flushed body. His voice full of praise and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, "Good girl, but the night is still young, and I'm not quite through with you yet."
