by MT Stone
“I like your new haircut. It makes you look like an adult,” she says, reaching out to fix a spot I missed. “Oh, is that a therapy chair?” she asks, immediately walking over to the scene of our latest sexual encounter.
“You could say that,” I reply with a grin. “You know I’ve always needed my therapy.”
“I really like this one,” she says, running her fingers along the upper curve of the chair. I cringe at the thought of her running across any incriminating evidence. “How much was it?”
“I got a nice discount, so it was a thousand bucks,” I reply, walking back toward the window in an effort to draw her away from it. “It’s a beautiful day out. How did you find this place?”
“Jessica gave me directions,” she says, still checking out the fabric and stitching of my sex chair. “My last therapy chair was thirty-five hundred. Where did you get this one?”
“I don’t remember the name of the website,” I reply, wanting to avoid an extended sex discussion with my mother. “I have the guy’s business card somewhere. I can probably get you the same discount if I buy you one through him.”
“That would be great. This color would be fabulous in my office,” she says, still examining the seams. “Is this real leather?”
“They call it synthesized leather, so I assume it’s not real. Have you had breakfast?” I move toward the kitchen.
“I’m fine. I think that’s the same thing my therapy chair is made of. This one looks more comfortable though. Do you mind if I try it out?”
“Okay, stop! It’s a sex chair, Mom,” I finally blurt out, not wanting her to sit on anything with her black dress pants. “In fact, Felicia and I were using it when you interrupted us.”
“I know. I was just messing with you,” she says with a sly grin. “One of my clients goes on and on about his Tantra Chair in almost every session. It’s given him a new lease on life and his sex life has never been hotter. He’s sixty-nine, by the way.”
“Seriously? He’s sixty-nine?” I laugh, slicing a bagel and throwing it in the toaster. “So, you’ve been talking to Jessica?”
“Yes, we’ve talked a few times,” she says, her tone immediately taking on a serious note. “She’s carrying my first grandchild, so when she reached out, I thought I should connect with her. Since you’ve been giving her the cold shoulder, it seemed like the right thing to do.”
“She impregnates herself using my discarded condoms and you wonder why I’ve been giving her the cold shoulder?” I roll my eyes. “You know I wasn’t planning on having kids.”
“Yeah. Neither is your sister,” she huffs. “That’s why I figure this is probably my only shot at a grandchild.”
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Felicia asks, having silently returned from the bedroom.
“Felicia! Hi!” Mom gushes, taking a couple of quick strides to greet her. “I just love those rosy cheeks of yours.” She reaches out and gives her a quick hug. “We were just talking about my future grandchild.”
“Yeah, I heard that,” she says, shooting me a sideways glance. “Once it’s confirmed to be Rex’s child, I’m sure he’ll do the right thing.”
“Well, after the way he’s treated her, it probably won’t be that simple. Taking seventeen thousand dollars from her in exchange for sex.” Mom shakes her head and looks away.
“I’m right here, Mom.” I roll my eyes and begin to regret answering the door. “So, you’ve been listening to her side of the story and believing everything she tells you? You do realize she’s been trying to extort money from me ever since she managed to get pregnant.”
“She didn’t have an easy childhood. Her mother basically tried to trick a famous Hollywood director into marrying her,” she reiterates, telling me what I already knew. “He left the country, completely abandoning them, so she never even got a chance to meet him.”
“And then she tries to do the same thing, because it worked out so well for her mother,” I scoff, not cutting her any slack.
“She did what she knew. The woman has no self-confidence.” Mom picks up a vase and looks at it as if she’s inspecting for dust. “She’s intelligent and beautiful, but daddy issues are so hard to get past. In the end, though, she got a trust fund because she is legally his daughter.”
“Is she a client of yours or something?” I ask, beginning to wonder how deep their relationship has grown.
“No, that would be a conflict of interest, especially with the pending court case,” she counters, looking at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question. “Unless, of course, you’ve decided to drop it.”
“I’m keeping my options open for now.” I drop a pod in the Nespresso to make a cup of coffee. “Things will get real after the baby arrives.”
“The stress of not knowing what you’re going to do isn’t good for her or the baby,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “Keep that in mind.”
“The baby has been on my mind ever since I found out,” I reply sharply. “I’m going to do what I can to make sure it gets the best possible shot in life.”
“It’s… a boy,” she says with a softer expression. “You’re going to have a son, and I would love the opportunity to get to know him.”
“Like I said, I’m keeping my options open. I just need a little time to work through things.” I take a long sip from the mug. “I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.”
“I know,” Mom says, her hands fluttering in front of her. “I have a new client at eleven o’clock and I just wanted to talk to you before then. It’s a referral from Jessica, actually. Have you ever heard of Kathy Summers?”
“Seriously? And you wonder why I give Jessica the cold shoulder.” I pretend to beat the back of my head against the cupboard door. “Kathy is a woman who has been hell-bent on becoming a client of mine, despite my repeatedly telling her that I’m no longer in the surrogate business.”
“It’s true,” Felicia pipes up. “She sends him nasty pictures all the time and is up to ten grand for a single night with him. I had the pleasure of meeting her at the trade show and she’s totally aggressive.”
“Hmm, Jessica said she was a little obsessive,” Mom says, looking at her watch. “Well, I’d better get back to the city. I just wanted to see where the hell you two have been hiding out. I’m actually looking forward to meeting Kathy. People like her intrigue me.”
“I can give you a short list of crazies if you want to meet more of them,” I tell her, leading her back to the front door. “There were at least a couple of dozen whom I’ve run across over the years.”
“No. I’m good with two for now,” she says, reaching out and giving me an awkward hug. “I’ll keep you posted on what I find out from our meetings.” She reaches over and gives Felicia an equally awkward hug. Watching her technique on someone else makes me chuckle. It’s like she’s trying to give her a hug without actually touching her. Displaying affection definitely doesn’t come easy for her.
“Yeah, it’s probably okay to have you on the inside, as long as she trusts you,” I tell her, knowing that any information she can give me is a good thing. “And if you can deprogram Kathy, I’d appreciate it.”
“That’s usually not possible, but I at least want to figure out what made her so terribly obsessive. I’m just glad to know she wasn’t actually a client of yours.”
“Yeah, thank God she didn’t contact me until after I had already quit.” I shake my head, not wanting to even think about having both her and Jessica to deal with.
“You two have a good day,” she says with a smirk. “Let me know if you can get me a good deal on one of those sex chairs.” She gives us a quick wink before turning and heading down the stairs.
“And here you thought it would be safe having it out here,” Felicia whispers with a distraught look on her face. “I knew we should’ve had it in the bedroom.”
“Who cares? We’re both adults. She just couldn’t resist teasing us about it.” I slip my arms around her and pull her close. “Mom
has dealt with more than her share of sexual deviants. Nothing about our sex life would shock her in the slightest.”
“Okay, I guess I’m the only one who has to get comfortable with it,” she replies, reaching over and pulling the string on my sweatpants. “Maybe if you pick up where we left off, it will clear my mind.”
Chapter 2
Felicia
Shedding our clothes and moving back to the Tantra Chair, the thought of him not wanting to have kids suddenly pops into my mind. We haven’t talked about it, but I thought he was simply opposed to the idea of having a child with Jessica. Obviously, it runs deeper than that. I can’t imagine going through life without any children. If anything, I want several children to make up for my lack of immediate family. “I didn’t realize that you were so against having children,” I state, wanting to clear the air instead of dealing with the distraction.
“I knew you heard that.” He slips in behind me and pulls me back against him. “I honestly didn’t think I would ever meet someone I would want to raise kids with. Now that I’ve been forced into having a baby boy, I obviously won’t be able to leave him alone in this crazy world.”
“So, you’re open to having more kids?” I ask, feeling an immediate sense of relief.
“How many do you want?” he asks in a leery tone.
“It’s funny you ask, because I’ve given it a lot of thought,” I reply, looking back at him. “I think everyone should have at least one brother and one sister, so two boys and two girls would be perfect.”
“That makes sense. But what if we end up with four boys?” He rustles uncomfortably behind me.
“Then we’ll have all boys. But if the fourth one is a girl, we would have to try for another girl,” I tell him. “I hate not having a sister. It would be nice to have someone to confide in.”
“You’ve got your mom,” he says, running his warm hands up and down the length of my arms. “You two seem to have a great relationship.”
“We do, but her heart attack was a wake-up call.” I feel a lump immediately forming in my throat. “She’s not going to be around one day.”
“You can always talk to me,” he whispers in my ear, kissing the back of my neck.
“Not if I want to talk about you.” I giggle. “I’m sure there will be times when I will need to vent.”
“Eh, I doubt it,” he replies confidently. “I’m whipped, so I don’t think I’ll stray too far off course.” He cups my breasts and continues to kiss the back of my neck. “If we ever fight, we just have to spend a little time in this chair to make up.”
“Yeah, you can just kiss me like that and I’m pretty sure I’ll forget why I was even mad.” I reach back and grab hold of his growing cock, which is pressing into my lower back. “That’s a pretty impressive hard-on considering we were just talking about babies.”
“Shh.” He continues to caress my breasts. “Let’s focus on what I’m doing right now.”
“Good idea.” I lean forward, lifting my ass just slightly, knowing exactly what I want him to do. This position hits me in just the right spot. Without saying a word, he slips the tip inside and begins to rhythmically move my hips. “God, I love this.” I lean forward on my elbows and lift my ass just a bit more, letting him know that I’m craving some serious penetration. It’s kind of amazing how we’ve learned to pick up on each other’s signals. He grasps my hips tightly and begins to deliver full-length strokes. The idea of having kids with him once again filters into my thoughts and only enhances the experience. In addition to being a great lover, I know he’s going to be a great father. He has both the temperament and a good heart, two things that every guy needs to be a good role model for his children. He also has a sense of humor, which is often necessary when you might be tempted to strangle them.
“I love how your pussy snugs around me,” he says, slowing his pace but continuing to thrust as deeply as possible within me. “This feels amazing.”
“It’s perfect,” I mutter, feeling a wave of pleasure flooding through me. “God, I love you,” I add, feeling a fullness in my heart that has always alluded me in the past.
“I love you too,” he whispers, pulling my hair to the side and kissing me between the shoulder blades. “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone. I absolutely adore you.” He places his hands on my hips and lifts me up before increasing the intensity and pace of his strokes. Primal sounds emanate from his lips as he drives me to my first orgasm of the day.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah.” I pant, my legs shaking violently beneath me. “Don’t stop!” I cry, wanting him to drive me past this initial climax to see if I can have another orgasm before he reaches his. “My God!” The sensations are more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s pounding me more intensely than ever, so I need to rest my inner thighs on the chair because my legs won’t stop their violent trembling. My thoughts are quickly overtaken by sheer ecstasy.
Rex
Over the past three months, we’ve had lots of sex, played with lots of toys, and tried a number of different things, but the feelings that are dwelling within me at this moment are far more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I never imagined I could have this depth of feeling for anyone. Somehow, I thought this type of thing would never happen for me. The strangest thing is how it came from out of the blue and struck with such force that I didn’t stand a chance. Now, when she talks about having four kids, it almost makes sense. It’s something I never would’ve imagined a few months ago. I thrust deeply into her, expressing physically the feelings I’m harboring within me. I don’t think it’s possible to convey what I’m feeling, but I’m determined to make an effort.
“Oh, God,” she cries out as her legs continue to tremble beneath her. I squeeze her hips tightly and give her several more solid thrusts before sending myself into oblivion. “That was amazing,” she gasps as I wrap my arms around her from behind and hold her tight.
“I think we’re made for each other,” I reply, knowing that I have definitely found the one.
“Yeah, it blows me away every time you do that to me,” she replies, turning her head and kissing me on the lips. “I just hope you never get tired of doing that to me.”
“I do too.” I think back to something someone told me about putting a gumball into a jar every time you have sex before you’re married and taking one out each time you have sex after you’re married. Apparently, most people never run out of gumballs. I can’t imagine ever growing tired of making love to this woman. She’s not only my idea of physical perfection, but I’m convinced she’s also my soulmate. I don’t think many people find that combination. Maybe that’s why they never run out of gumballs.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she says, turning to face me in the chair.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am that you fished my catalog out of your mother’s garbage can that day.” I lean in and give her another kiss.
“Yeah, and came up with that brilliant idea to put sex toys in a fashion catalog,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “I wonder how many old ladies we terrified with that first mailing?”
“Hey, you never know what’s going to work,” I reassure her once again. “That’s why they call it test marketing. The women at the trade show loved the idea. I think the list broker just sold us a bad mailing list.”
“I’m just glad Barb took all of those phone calls instead of me,” she adds with a flustered expression. “I probably would’ve cried. I can’t believe how mean some of those people were.”
“Yeah, but in hindsight, I should’ve known better. Like the lady who was sitting on the couch with her kids thumbing through what she thought was a clothes catalog. I’m sure she was a little shocked to turn the page and see the RH Signature Collection. That’s something those kids won’t be able to unsee, if you know what I mean.” I still laugh thinking about how that scene probably went down.
“I felt horrible just hearing about it. I can’t imagine the look on those kids’
faces.” She closes her eyes and hangs her head.
“Hey, we learned our lesson and moved on,” I tell her, lifting her chin with my finger. “You’ve done a great job with all of those marketing pieces. Our sales are through the roof since you came onboard, so cut yourself some slack.”
“Yeah, my special talent is trying out sex toys and writing a piece that convinces other women to do the same.” She continues to shake her head with a conflicted look in her eyes. “My grandparents would be so proud.”
“Whether you realize it or not, we’re providing a valuable service for thousands of women each month. Just think how much your life has blossomed since your first orgasm.” I lower my chin and stare into her pitiful eyes.
“Yeah, my life is amazing now compared to how it used to be.” Her expression lightens a bit.
“So, you don’t think the same thing is happening for some of the women who read about your experience and try it for themselves?” I sit silently, waiting for her answer.
“I know. You’re right,” she relents, getting up from the chair. “I guess I always thought I would make a bigger contribution to society than sharing my experiences with sex toys.”
“Relax, babe. You’re young and this is your very first job. You’re doing great so far.” I stand up and slip my arms around her waist, looking deep into her eyes. “I’m sure you will do great things, but it probably won’t be until after you’re done raising all those babies.”
“After we’re done raising all those babies, you mean?” Her eyes shift into glare mode as she waits for my response.
“I’ve gone from not wanting children, to having one on the way, to your telling me you want two boys and two girls, so you might have to give me a little time to adjust.” My mind clutters with images of baby diapers and toys strewn all over the living room floor. I can picture Felicia and me collapsed on the couch, looking disheveled and utterly exhausted. “Of course, I’m going to help out as much as I can. But someone’s going to have to run the business.”