Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,149

searched the hallway. If I didn’t find a quiet place, I’d fuck her right there in the corridor.

The bathroom would work. I kissed her, long and deep, preventing her from changing her mind and destroying us both in horrible indecision.

She followed me, step after trembling step, unwilling to part from my kiss.

That was good. As soon as I had her in the bathroom, I’d drive into her against the wall. She could kiss me all she wanted while I fucked her, her legs wrapped around me, buried deep inside that slick pussy—

The doors crashed open. We tumbled inside.

But we weren’t alone.

Mandy pushed from me, her mouth dropping open.

Nothing we had done prepared her for this vulgarity. Hell, I had to find special places on the internet to see this sort of shit.

A couple occupied the space, rutting with a series of animalistic grunts. Their noises, motions, and slamming thrusts slapped their sweaty flesh in a sticky cadence.

A black, middle-aged woman rode a helpless man, cracking her hips over his in an aggressive reverse cowgirl that slammed her girth down so hard it hurt my balls.

She slapped his dark thigh and growled from deep in her throat.

“That’s right…give it to Momma!”

Oh.

Sweet.

Jesus.

I froze, unable to grab Mandy or hide her eyes. Her choked cry echoed through the entirety of the country club.

“Mom?”

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Mandy

“Mandy, I have needs!”

Oh, God, she followed me into the main hall of the country club.

Why would she follow me?

I covered my eyes, stumbling anywhere I could hide from what I just witnessed.

I had my pick of traumas—emotional, mental, social, existential…

Pretty sure I lost my faith too, somewhere around the time Mom thanked Jesus for the man’s personal endowments.

I crashed into the fountain, stumbled, and would have tumbled into the water if Nate hadn’t caught me. I wish he let me fall into the water, then I might have washed that discovery off of me, but I probably needed acetone or another industrial solvent for that. Holy water. A priest.

An exorcist.

Lindsey was not at all amused. She stomped her feet and squealed.

“What in the world is going on?”

“No words,” I whispered.

I blinked, forcing the Lovecraftian image out of my head. That horror remained in my sight, like I’d stared straight into the sun. Oh, to be one of the lucky bastards who had the foresight to sear out their retinas.

Mom stormed into the ballroom. Thankfully she had put on clothes, but I think she left her bra somewhere in the bathroom.

Her words repeated in my mind.

Give it to Momma.

Her steps stopped before me. When we were little, Mom insisted Lindsey and I look at her when we were being punished. Not today. Never again.

I was certain she didn’t have time to wash the fingers she pointed at me.

“Don’t you dare lecture me!” Mom scowled. “What you saw was an adult thing.”

I didn’t know what I saw. I didn’t want to remember what I saw.

I had just caught my mother sneaking into a public restroom to have sex with a stranger…

Because I was about to do it too!

Although Nate wasn’t a stranger.

…And neither was the man who ran after her.

Nate had stayed quiet until now, but he swore in shock once he recognized Mom’s chosen partner.

“Holy shit.”

Marcus Washington jogged after Mom. He said nothing, but rejoined his equally perplexed wife.

Oh my God.

Mom was having an affair with the groom’s dad?

Mom crossed her arms. That helped to reduce the wiggle of her unsecured chest, but it couldn’t undo the damage. All I envisioned was the absolute earthquakes that were her mamma-jammas lopping this way and that as she pile-drived her chosen conquest.

“What the hell is going on?” Lindsey demanded. “Stop embarrassing me!”

“It’s perfectly natural, Mandy!” Mom wasn’t letting this go. “I will not have you shaming me.”

“I…I didn’t shame,” I said. God, she was angry. Then again, I would be too if I had been interrupted before I…ugh. “I will never, ever talk about it again, Mom.”

Lindsey groaned. “What happened?”

Mom’s voice rose. “I had hoped you were mature enough to understand that sometimes a woman needs to be pleasured.”

Lindsey’s mouth dropped open. Nate shuddered.

The entire country club staff and its guests stopped to stare.

Hiding in a hole wouldn’t do it. I planned to rent some machinery and dig a pit large enough to bury my entire family from regular society.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said. “Let’s just drop it.”

“We are all sexual beings! There is nothing wrong with two consenting adults exploring their desires.”

Nate nudged me. “That’s what I’ve been telling you.”

I gritted my