Then I crouched down on the floor in front of her. I held her leg and asked, “Shall I start?”
She looked at me and said, “Yeah, you can.”
Then I placed her leg on my thigh and started massaging.
While I was doing it, she said, “Whatever she said to you, you shouldn’t bother anymore, Lucas. She moved on with her life, although I didn’t expect her to move on this quickly. Anyway, you need to move on, Lucas, she made her choice.”
I only nodded my head.
“It seems like you were really hurt by the incident.”
Again, I chose to stay silent while continuing the massage.
“I don’t want to see you being sad like that, Lucas. Tell me what I should do to make you feel happy again. Even James told me that you were really down all the time. That’s why he dragged you to all those parties. He told me everything.”
Caren was the fun type, always talking with us freely and never afraid to speak her mind. And she was more like a mature friend than a mother. I really liked that about her.
“I am not sad, Ms. Anderson.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Caren?” she asked as she pouted her lips.
I looked up and saw her panties again through the little gap, as her leg was now resting on my thigh. I could feel my blood rushing between my legs as I was getting aroused again. With her barely inches away from me, I had a view that I would etch into my memories. Sitting there in her satin robe, her blonde hair tied up in a bun, and her ample bosom lifted up as she folded her arms.
“Perhaps you would like to call me mommy, then?”
“Wh-at!” Words seemed to be stuck in my throat, and my mouth dried up.
She chuckled at my reaction. “Oh, you like that. Then you can call me mommy then.”
I let out a nervous laugh, saying, “You must be kidding, right, Caren?”
“No.”
I laughed again, very aware of the tension in the room.
Portia seemed to be nowhere around, and the way Caren was talking was just the way she was. She always joked around with me.
“You know, Lucas, earlier in the room, you groped so much that it made me uncomfortable all over my body.”
I thought she forgot about it, then I quickly said, “I’m really sorry, Caren.”
“You have to take responsibility, you know.”
What the fuck was she talking about? Responsibility?
She put her other leg over my shoulder and said, “You had me all riled up, and even now too, you are tempting me with those strong hands rubbing all over my legs.”
Yeah, she was definitely teasing me. So I tried to push my luck.
“I will take responsibility, then.” I moved my hands up further, right towards her womanhood, but I didn’t touch it.
I ran my fingers around, pressing into her fleshy thighs.
“Mhhhhmmm!” she moaned and pressed her other leg on my shoulder.
My hands moved up and down, tracing her thighs.
She wiggled and shrieked under my grip when I moved almost to her pussy.
“Lucas, mmhhmm, dear, I can’t, it’s killing me, your hands…”
It had been a couple of years since she was divorced, and she hadn’t yet been with another man. She was always busy with her work. It seemed like the touch of a man after a long time was too much for her. Stopping my massage, I moved my hands on either side of her waist under the robe. I got hold of her panties and pulled them down. I was about to bury my face in her womanhood which looked so delicious to me.
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