“No. I still talk too much, though. I get it from you. You’re a bad influence.”
“You say the sweetest things.” She started sucking again, and I forgot what I wanted to say.
I came after only a few minutes, but Susan didn’t seem to mind. She swallowed my load and then sucked gently as I caught my breath.
“That’s enough for now.” She gave my cock a final kiss and sat up. Then she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She delicately wiped the corners of her mouth and shot me a sideways grin. “I haven’t done that in a while.”
“What? Given head in a car?”
“Mmm. I need to do it more often. Are you available?”
“I’ll check my calendar,” I said dryly.
“Good. In the meantime, you promised me a ride.” She shifted the car into gear and started over the hill.
“Did I?”
“No, but you were going to.”
“It’s a good thing you can read my mind.”
“Yes, isn’t it?”
* * *
Trip was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when we returned. He smirked when he saw Susan’s disheveled robe and my missing shorts. I dropped the stack of papers on the table and tried to ignore him.
“I thought you went for a run,” he said.
“Yeah… I… um…”
“Helped me instead,” Susan said. “I needed to top up the fluids. In my car.”
“In your car,” Trip chuckled. He didn’t believe a word of it, but he wasn’t meant to.
“I’m still a quart low,” she added with a smug look at me.
“A quart!” I blurted. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Trip grinned. “Want some help?”
“No, but thanks,” Susan answered before I could. “I’m still a bit worn out from last night. I can only handle one this morning. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind at all. And if you don’t mind,” he added to me, “I’m going to get to work.”
I started to say that I’d hurry and join him as soon as I could, but a clue came hurtling out of nowhere and whacked me in the head. Susan wasn’t a chore I needed to take care of before I could get to work. Score one for maturity.
“It might be a while,” I said instead.
“Take your time.” He drained his mug and stood. “It’s all stuff I can do by myself. Measurements and materials lists and things like that. You take care of the client. I’ll borrow the car if you don’t mind.”
Susan handed him the keys.
“Need to get some distance estimates for running the new utilities. Then I’ll head to the Retreat and look at things there. Catch up with me whenever.”
“Sounds good,” I agreed. “Are you sure…?”
“I’m sure,” he said. “Y’all have fun.”
He headed toward the bathroom to shower and get dressed, while Susan and I went to her bedroom.
“Okay, what’s going on?” I said as soon as she closed the door behind us.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not entirely clueless. Well, not all the time. You could handle Trip and me in your sleep. So you wanted me alone for a reason. I don’t mind, but… why?”
“I told her you’d figure it out.”
“Who? Christy?”
“No, your mom.”
“What’s she—? Oh, I get it. She wanted you to ask about us, about… spring break.”
“You really are getting better,” Susan said. She unbelted her robe and let it fall to the floor. The little head started to rise to the occasion, even though she’d taken care of him less than fifteen minutes earlier. “Come on,” she said, “let’s get comfortable.” She crawled into the unmade bed and scooted over to give me room. Then she patted the spot next to her.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. MacLean?”
“It’s a bit late for that!” she laughed. “But I will if you want me to.”
“No, you’re right. We’re past that point.” I stripped off my shirt and then sat on the bed to take off my shoes and socks.
“I’d like to think I still could,” she said. “Seduce you.”
“Oh, you could, all right.” I turned and settled with my back against the pillows. Then I eyed her body and made my cock twitch. “See?”
She laughed and began playing with it.
“It wouldn’t take much, either,” I added. “I’m notoriously easy.”
“That’s not what Christy said.”
“I was playing hard to get with her,” I said.
“And you weren’t with me?”
“No. That was a different kind of hard. From the moment I saw you.”
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” she sighed. “The back-and-forth and flirting. You make me feel young again.”
“You are young.”
“Maybe in my head, but the rest of me is falling apart. Like the camp. But we can talk about that later. Right now, we need to talk about—”
“Mom and me,” I said.
“Right. She wanted me to be subtle, but I don’t work like that. So I’m just going to ask.”
“I’m okay with it. What happened. Between us.”
She nodded seriously. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.”
“And Christy’s fine with it.”
I blinked in surprise. It was a statement instead of a question. “So Mom told you?” I said. “That I told Christy?”
“Yes. She wanted me to make sure she’s okay too, but I don’t need to. I heard it in her voice. She didn’t mention your mom at all, but she was talking about your future together and the things she wants to do for you. That isn’t the kind of thing you talk about if you aren’t sure about someone.”
“No.”
“She loves you,” Susan said quietly. “Very much.”
“I know. I love her too.”
“So, she’s really The One?”
“Yeah, she is. She… gets me. And she obviously doesn’t have a problem with my lifestyle.” I gestured at the two of us as proof.
“Not even the taboo parts?”
“No. Believe it or not,” I added with a laugh, “she’s even talked about asking Erin to join us.”
“Oh, my!” Susan said. “She is perfect for you.”
“No kidding.”
She paused and then said delicately, “Your mom also wanted me to ask… She said it was an itch and you scratched it, but…” Her eyebrows rose with a suggestion.
“She wants to do it again?”
“Maybe. If the situation’s right. But she won’t if Christy…”
“She’d be fine with it.”
“Would she want to join in?”
“Probably not. She’s weird about a—” I swallowed the word “age” and finished lamely, “Who she likes.” I plowed ahead before she could think about it. “I’m not, though. You know that.”
She understood anyway. “I do,” she said. “And you’re sweet.”
“Christy’s just… weird. Don’t take it personally.”
“I don’t,” she said, which was a polite lie. “Different strokes…”
“She wants to watch. Does that count?”
“Of course.”
“Sorry if I killed the mood,” I said into the silence.
“You didn’t. Reality did. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”
“All of it,” I joked. My dick had gone soft when the conversation had turned serious and she’d stopped playing with it, but she followed my glance and smiled for real.
“You’re good for me.”
“I’m good for you… in you… on you…”
“Under me?”
“That too!” I gestured for her to straddle my hips.
“And talk about the first thing that comes up?”
“Yeah, it’s an old joke. But sometimes the old ones are the best.”
“Present company included?”
“You aren’t old. You’re… mature. Confident. Sexy. Now, climb aboard. You need more fluids.”
“Mmm, yes. I’m a quart low.” She swung her leg over mine and sat back on my thighs.
I paused to admire her. She wasn’t a teenager, but she wasn’t a frumpy hausfrau either. I saw her clearly, too, not like I had when I was fifteen. She had a few more lines around her eyes, and maybe she sagged a little, here and there, but she was still a beautiful woman.