He smiles ruefully.
“You don’t say no to Lorna Lowell,” is all he says before he leaves.
I’m frozen.
What. the. Fuck.
That name has no significance to you maybe right now hun, but this shit just started to get real.
Hold onto your tits, babe. It’s gonna be rough whatever he’s in store for.
Because I know Lorna Lowell.
She’s my mom.
4
Mason
Yeah, listen. If you're narrowing your eyes at me right now, Gorgeous, and shaking your head at me, I don't really blame you.
I'm fucking hating myself right now.
I mean, if I had just met that blonde girl at the bar a few hours earlier—what was her name again? Becca?—then none of this would've fucking happened. Hell, I probably would've taken her back to my place and kept fucking the shit out of her.
I mean, did you fucking see her? Did you ever see a more perfect woman in your fucking life? Those fucking tits? I felt them. They were so fucking firm. So ripe. Pert. Springy. I just loved feeling them.
That ass? You just want to fucking grab it and squeeze those ass cheeks like dough. Just suck on those legs, kiss that neck, slap that ass, lick those nipples, and pull that luxurious hair.
Fuck, just thinking about that girl is enough to make me fucking hard again.
But that's the last thing I want to do right now. Is be hard.
Not when Lorna is sitting across from me.
Fucking bitch from hell is what she is. The way her perfectly tailored pantsuit is put together, she's giving me a strange look.
"Mason, are you alright?" she asks with a voice dripping with fakeness. "Are you still...excited to see me?"
Fucking Christ. I'm about as excited to see her as I am of contracting fucking syphilis.
But there's nothing I can really do in this moment.
I fucked up. I don't deny that. I let my cock do my thinking for me, and I came on the set of a television news interview.
Millions of people got home from work and turned on the TV to see the interview with the King of Wall Street and potentially gain some insight into their investments for their retirement. Instead, they saw my huge monster cock destroy the interviewer's pussy. As an extra piece of icing on the cake, they then saw me cum like a fucking racehorse. Not just in the air, or on the woman, or anything that remotely resembles decent sex acts. No, I fucking came right at them. On the fucking camera.
I downloaded the video after it went viral. By the time I'm done groaning, you can't really see any more. Just a wall of translucent white. It literally feels like someone just came on your eyes and you went fucking blind.
"Mason?" Lorna asks again, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," I reply back tersely.
She bristles at my brush off. Well, fuck her. She's been bristling her whole life at me.
You think I'm being unfair? You think she deserves a chance, or something?
Let me tell you a bit about this woman.