Chapter 57
Maggie's Tales -- Part 2
The rain began just as Maggie pulled her Dodge Charger into the Regal Bay Casino parking lot. It wasn't coming down heavy yet, though the weather report had indicated that it would soon. She hoped it would, and keep her from having to run her white sedan through the car wash any time soon.
Maggie had taken to spending her after-work evenings in the casino, usually enjoying a few cocktails as she played any of several slot machines she called her favorites. What had begun as a once or twice a week visit, had grown into an every work night routine. Although she tried to limit her spending, she had been visiting the ATM machines more often for cash, and her bank account was beginning to show it. If she thought about it, the reason she spent so much time in the casino might be as simple as the fact that she was becoming more concerned about her affair with Patrick.
For much of the summer, and into the autumn now, Patrick had been sleeping with her in her bed. Her younger children paid little mind to the fact that their big brother was sleeping with their mother, when they weren't allowed to anymore. However, Maggie realized that things between her and Patrick had begun to change yet again. They were no longer making love, or having sex as it were, each night. It was as if the thrill had gone and now they were like any other couple. And that, by god, was not what Maggie wanted.
Having sex with her son for the past six months or so was the most thrilling time of her life, she often admitted to herself. The pure sin of it all made her heart race just thinking about it. There were so many days she couldn't concentrate on her work because of the anticipation of being taken by Patrick again and again. The orgasms she had experienced with him had been the best of her life.
Once inside the casino entry, Maggie checked her coat and umbrella and headed first to the bar. Sam Adams Oktoberfest was the "Beer of the Month", and having developed a taste for her son's favorite brand, she ordered a bottle. For the next ninety minutes, Maggie went from slot machine to slot machine, feeding some more than she cashed out, until she found that she was out of ready cash. Although she started towards the available ATM near the cash windows, she instead headed for the coat check. It was time for her to be getting home. Patrick would be getting off work soon and she wanted to have a talk with him before dinner.
"Mrs. O'Hara?" Maggie stopped just as she was about to step into the revolving door at the call of her formal name. She turned to see a handsome young man approaching. She recognized him, vaguely, and a friend of her son's.
"I thought that was you," the young man added. Maggie still couldn't recall his name, until she noticed his badge. The young man was dressed in a black suit jacket over a crimson turtle-neck and black slacks, the uniform of Casino Security. His name badge read "Kevin C."
"Oh, hi, Kevin," Maggie replied as she accepted his hand shake. It began to come back to her, how she knew this young man. "I didn't know you worked here."
"Yeah. I only started a few weeks ago," he told her in a husky voice that added to her recall of him. "I'm working part time while going to school."
Maggie gave him a casual once-over, taking in Kevin's powerful, yet stocky build. He had once been a football player, she remembered, at Regal Bay High School. "Are you still playing football?" she asked.
Kevin shook his head. "No, not any more. I play lacrosse, though. I'm on the university team."
"That's nice to hear," she replied.
"I haven't seen Patrick in a while," Kevin said. "I don't even think I have his phone number any more. How's he doing?"
"Oh, he's doing pretty well," she replied. "He's working at one of the hotels in maintenance right now, until something better comes along, I guess. Still lives at home, too," she added.
Kevin nodded with a warm smile. "Yeah, I still do, too. I'd like to get out on my own, though. That's why I'm working here, to get some money saved up so I can find my own place. It's cramping my social life, living with my parents, you know."
"I can imagine," she agreed. "I'm sure Patrick would like to get away from his little brother and sister, too."
"Well, I'd better get back to work, roving," he shrugged. "Let Patrick know that I said hi, will you?"
"I will. It was good seeing you again, Kevin. Maybe you should stop by, sometime? I think Patrick would like that."
"I'll try, but I'm pretty busy most days," Kevin answered. For some reason, Maggie wanted to ask him if he was seeing anyone, and very nearly did before he turned away with a parting wave and smile. Until then, she'd never even considered taking on another young lover, and yet Kevin made her think about it. Ideas swirled in her head as she walked through the light rain to her car, and continued during the drive home.
Admittedly, Maggie wasn't a stunning woman. What she was, was a divorced 44 year-old mother of three. She was soft and pudgy, with grey-streaked red hair framing her pale, oval face. Her lips were thin and her green eyes were framed with wrinkles and bags much of the time. Her breasts, though large, were heavy and soft, and sagged onto her plump belly when she sat. She was only 5'3" tall, and she blamed the many years of office work, sitting at a desk eight to ten hours a day, for her wide, flat ass. And to top it all off, the only sex she'd been having for the past year was an incestuous affair with her adult son.
"I have got to change my life," Maggie moaned as she pulled her car to a stop in front of her house. Patrick's car wasn't in the driveway, so he wasn't home yet. Carol would still be watching the little ones, she knew, so Maggie sat in the car a while longer, listening to the radio and smoking. After her second cigarette, and with the rain having died off, she headed inside.
"They were great, as usual," Carol replied in answer to Maggie's inquiry. The pert little teenager, so slim and pretty, always seemed full of energy. Maggie watched her sitter's long braided red hair swing as she gathered up her school books and put them into her back pack. Maggie knew that Carol, a high school senior, had a thing for older men, including her son Patrick. Sometimes, the girl would sit and chat a while with her, until Patrick got home, just to see him, Maggie guessed. This evening, however, Carol seemed to be in a hurry.
"Do you have a date or something? You seem eager to get going."
Carol laughed. "As if I could get a date." Carol was a pretty girl, but with a face full of freckles, pale skin, and very little cleavage, she wasn't at the top of the list for boys her own age. "No, I'm just going to the mall with a couple of friends to look at clothes," was her reply. For some reason, Maggie doubted it. She knew, having heard Carol's confession some time back, that she had an ongoing affair with one of her teachers, who was married and had a couple of kids. No, Maggie could see it in the young girl's eyes that she was heading for a rendezvous with her older lover.
"Well, you have fun, Carol," Maggie said as she followed her to the front door. "And don't forget the condom!" she added, just to get Carol to hesitate, and wordlessly confirm what her true intentions were for that evening.
