by S M Mala
The orgasm fired through her body as she groaned and writhed in appreciation of his mouth work.
And as she came, he place one finger inside her, making her bolt through the ecstasy; shocking her body into another orgasm. Even the little thrusts made her come again.
He turned her around and placed her forward, against the couch. Both were on their knees as he pushed in his rock hard cock and thrusted very quickly. His head was on the crook of her neck; one hand squeezed her breast and the other was mercilessly massaging her ultra-sensitive bean, which felt like it was going to explode.
The screwing was hard and she panted in delight, unable to hold off the deep throaty grunt that came out of her mouth.
They came together, both sweating and writhing against each other’s bodies.
‘You have the best oyster between your legs and I get to nibble on your pearl,’ he whispered into her hair, making Bea smile.
But like oyster, she was going to have to gently prise him open to find out what pearl of wisdom Mylo would eventually reveal.
‘Yes, daddy.’
Bea was talking to her father on the phone and looked at the April spring buds as she walked through the park.
She still hadn’t told her father about Mylo and had no intention of letting on.
‘And we’re meeting for lunch. You better not turn up hungover or tired. Your aunts are coming,’ he said sounding officious. ‘I don’t know where your head has been for months.’
Four months she wanted to point out but grinned.
‘I’ll be there and have a nice day.’
It was Easter holiday so she was leisurely biding her time. With nothing on her mind, other than thinking about dinner, she did a double take when she saw Mylo walking towards her.
He wasn’t alone.
There was a woman, about his height, strolling next to him.
Bea didn’t know what to do and realised Mylo had seen her then waved.
‘Hello there,’ he said and she sensed he looked slightly relieved. ‘Fancy meeting you.’
‘I was taking a stroll.’ She noticed the woman eyeing her up and down with a smile on her lips. ‘Hi, I’m Bea.’
‘I know who you are,’ the woman replied with an American accent and Bea immediately thought it was his ex-lover, who was much older than she had imagined. ‘Mylo talks about you non-stop.’
‘Really?’ Trying to hide her grimace at the fact he was still in contact with his ex and had never said, she turned to look at Mylo. ‘What else has he said?’
‘My son told me that as soon as I set eyes on you, I’d know why he fell in love.’
‘You’re his mother?’ Bea noticed her voice went high pitched on asking.
‘Who did you think I was?’ the woman replied, starting to laugh.
‘I wonder?’ she heard Mylo mumble before taking Bea’s hand. ‘Mum, this is Beatrice Mayon but everyone calls her Bea. And Bea, this is my mother Jessica Kearney who everyone calls goddess, because that’s what she thinks she is.’
Jessica grinned and looked lovingly at her son.
You couldn’t see a resemblance other than Mylo had inherited her smile.
A tall, slim woman with curves in all the right places, she was well dressed and her skin smooth and white as porcelain. She had cat like blue eyes and her make-up was perfect, not too much and neither too little. Her hair was shiny and blonde, cut by her chin; the kinks, bouncy and full.
All in all she was a beauty, though Bea couldn’t figure out how old she was.
It was obvious she had been blessed by a good life and therefore her appearance and demeanour benefitted from it.
‘So Bea, I think it’s time you and I get to know one another,’ Jessica said, grabbing her hand and looking straight into her eyes. ‘My, you really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?’
‘Mum, don’t embarrass her,’ Mylo said, looking down before grinning. ‘I think she’s beautiful.’
‘Goes without saying.’ Jessica squeezed her hand firmly. ‘And you like a drink I hear. Well, so do I. Shall we get a glass or two?’ Then she laughed. It was a naughty, mischievous giggle that made Bea smile. ‘And I saw a great bar down the road I’d love to try.’
Before Bea could say anything, she was being dragged down the road and watched Mylo smile while trying to keep up with Jessica’s long strides.
Eventually they stopped at a bar and walked up the stairs, Jessica finding a spot by the window as all three sat.
‘I’m going to the powder room. Let’s get a bottle of champagne to celebrate Bea and I meeting for the first time.’ Then she shot Mylo a disgruntled look. ‘That’s if I was ever going to meet her, knowing you.’
Striding off, she made heads turn.
That was the sort of woman she was.
‘Before you say it,’ he said, pulling her closer. ‘I had no idea she’d flown in. Just appeared on my doorstep this morning wanting to take me out for lunch.’
‘She’s amazing!’ said Bea, totally in awe.
‘She’s certainly something.’
Then Mylo kissed her on the lips before his tongue started to twirl in her mouth. Pulling away, she smiled at him smiling at her.
‘I love you, Bea,’ he sighed, making her do the same. ‘I really do.’
‘I love you.’
‘And as for my mother. She’s going to pry about us. I know what she’s like. It’s going to be an inquisition and she doesn’t back down.’
‘That’s because she’s protective and loves you.’
‘That’s because she thinks she knows what’s best for me when she doesn’t.’ Then he hesitated. ‘Not all the time.’ Mylo smiled. ‘I did tell her I was in love with you, I couldn’t hold back.’
Staring into his eyes, she felt lost and very much in love as she kissed his chin.
‘And,’ he whispered. ‘I want to take you to bed when we finish here.’
‘Mylo, she’s your mum. You have to stay with her as long as you can. Is she crashing at yours?’
‘No, bloody way!’ he laughed, shaking his head. ‘She books into a hotel in Knightsbridge. To her, my home is quaint.’
‘Goodness knows what she’s going to going to think about my match box.’
‘I love your match box. We have lots of fun there.’
‘And talking of fun,’ they heard Jessica say, making the pair jump. ‘I think we’re going to have a lot of it today, don’t you?’
But from the look on Mylo’s face, Bea sensed he seemed a little worried.
‘So you’re not Indian?’
Jessica asked as soon as they started on their second glass of champagne. ‘I didn’t think so. I can see a mix of a few other strands there. You look a little different from the people I’ve seen when I visit.’
‘You go to India?’ Bea asked, trying not to look surprised.
Then on cue, the singing started from outside.
‘What’s that?’ Jessica asked, sitting up and listening intently. ‘You have Hari Krishna’s in this part of town? How wonderful!’
‘They’re all over London, as you know,’ Bea replied, feeling herself go red. ‘Always singing and dancing up the road, especially when it’s busy.’
‘Have they got a temple nearby?’
‘Yes, just off the avenue.’
‘I must go and see.’
‘No!’ Bea said, a little too loudly. ‘I wouldn’t recommend it.’
Mylo started to laugh.
‘You don’t like Krishna’s?’ he asked, kissing her forehead. ‘I think they’re great. Singing and chanting, letting everyone know there’s peace and harmony.’
‘Depends who’s chanting.’
‘Pardon me?’ Mylo smirked. ‘Every time I hear them from the office, they cheer me up. There’s one guy who’s really funny. Gets into the dancing and singing.’
‘Oh, it’s very spiritual,’ interrupted Jessica. Bea was relieved she had. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about the local worshippers. ‘
I love the people. They’re so welcoming. I feel so centred and calm when I’m in India.’
‘How often do you go?’ asked Bea, realising the singing and drums were fading into the distance.
‘Once a year,’ she replied, smiling at her then at Mylo and back at Bea. This time Jessica wasn’t hiding the fact she was examining her. ‘Have you been?’
‘It’s not somewhere on my list of places to go. But one day, who knows.’ She sipped her drink and smiled at Mylo. ‘I’m pretty boring. I like Spain and Italy for holidays though I have been to other places, with my parents. I’m not a high earner and I have to be sensible.’
Immediately she noticed Jessica flick Mylo a glance.
The lady was obviously ticking over if she was a gold digger when it came to her son.
‘I pay my own way,’ Bea quickly said, sitting up straight. ‘I’m not looking for a man to take control. I’m independent.’
‘But you still rent?’ smiled Jessica sweetly. ‘You don’t have any real estate?’
‘I did have but I didn’t buy another home as I wanted to figure a few things out.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like who I am and what I want.’
‘Mum, stop interrogating her,’ Mylo said, reaching out to touch Bea’s hand.
In the meantime, Bea was breaking out into a nervous, cold sweat, seeing that his mother might not like her.
‘You’re my son. I need to know that you’re making the right decision, not pie in the sky reasons that only you could think of.’
‘This isn’t the time,’ he replied, getting agitated.
‘When is the time?’
‘Leave it, please?’ He forced a smile and turned to Bea.
‘I’m going to the ladies.’
To Bea something didn’t sit right.
Getting up, she sprinted to the toilets and went for a pee before trying to compose her nervous breathing. The last thing she wanted was for Mylo’s mother to disapprove of her and right now, it was completely evident that she did.
Focussing in winning Jessica over, she returned to the table only to overhear them.
‘And that’s fair, is it? Not telling her what happened with you?’ Jessica asked, as Bea noticed she leant closer to Mylo. ‘I think you have to say.’
‘In my own time.’
‘You have to sometimes share. You can’t block things out because it suits. It was an important decision in your life.’
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’
‘You never do and that’s what worries me. How are you going to explain it?’
Then she noticed Mylo look up and make eye contact as Bea strode slowly back, pretending she was distracted by something else. Sitting down, Jessica looked agitated before grabbing Bea’s palm.
‘I love my son. Any mother would want to protect their child, that’s our nature. I can see you love him very much and I wasn’t questioning your motives. From what he has told me, you have a good job and have had enough of your own ups and downs in life.’ Then she moved closer. ‘And I know you lost your mother a few years back. It must be hard.’
‘It is,’ Bea said, biting her lip and realising Mylo had filled in his mum about her.
‘I believe in live and let live. Make your mistakes and move on.’ Then Jessica glanced at Mylo. ‘And face up to them.’
‘I think we better go,’ he said, getting to his feet. ‘Aren’t you going out for dinner?’
‘Yes, yes,’ she said, letting go of Bea’s hand and slouching back in her armchair. ‘He’s bored of his old ma and wants to spend time with you.’
‘I’m going to pay for the bill then do a pit stop.’ Mylo looked down at Bea. ‘And we can head back to yours.’
‘Ah, love!’ sighed Jessica, waving a hand as her son walked off. She then turned to look at Bea. ‘And has he said much about his little affair in the States? That was one interesting time for him and the family.’
‘He mentioned there were children but nothing much,’ Bea didn’t want to betray Mylo’s confidence. ‘It must have been difficult for him and the woman involved. It seemed like it was acrimonious.’
‘Ah,’ Jessica said, looking sympathetically at Bea. ‘I see he hasn’t told you everything. If he loves you, he’ll soon tell you what really happened. Nothing bad!’ She put her hand out and sat up. ‘But not Mylo’s usual sort of thing.’
And that made Bea’s brain tick even harder about the things she didn’t know about Mylo Kearney.
‘She said something.’
Mylo was looking at Bea as she sat on the couch eyeing him up. ‘Because it’s written all over your face.’
‘Your mum is ridiculously beautiful,’ she sighed and smiled. ‘She must think I’m a hobo.’
‘Don’t worry about her.’ He walked closer and sat down, sipping his wine. ‘I know that mother of mine. I bet she left a little nugget of information in your brain to make you ask questions about me.’ Mylo laughed. ‘I think she believes my judgement is a little tainted.’
‘With me?’ Her heart sunk and she held her hand to her breast. ‘Did she say so?’
‘She likes you.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘And what have you got against the Hari Krishna’s?’ He started to laugh. ‘You look panicked when you hear them. You do it every time.’
‘Don’t like the music,’ she shrugged, avoiding the conversation.
‘Go on, tell me what she said.’ Mylo sat back on the couch, putting an arm around her. ‘It has something to do with the States.’
‘She said it wasn’t your usual sort of thing but I guess a woman with kids isn’t really run of the mill. Or maybe it is.’ As she turned, Bea noticed Mylo was staring hard at his lap. ‘Your mum said you will tell me what happened and that you hadn’t really told me a thing.’ Bea felt confused by the comment. ‘I don’t want to pry. Tell me; don’t tell me.’
‘But you’re ticking something over, aren’t you?’
Touching his face, she smiled at the stubble and messy hair.
There was nothing that made her doubt Mylo, especially his love for her.
She realised his mother was testing her and so she should. If her son had made an awful mistake which obviously upset him and his family, then Jessica would want to be ultra-careful on who he brought into the fold next.
‘I want to meet your dad,’ Mylo suddenly said, startling Bea. ‘Is he a weirdo?’
‘Yes.’
Mylo laughed out loudly and pulled her closer.
‘He is a little odd at the moment and it’s a phase. The way he is now isn’t exactly how I want you to meet him. Daddy’s protective and like I’ve said, new men make him anxious.’
‘Have you mentioned me?’
‘Not yet.’ She kissed the tip of Mylo’s nose. ‘It’s not that daddy has gone mad or anything. He’s taken a path I’m not sure about.’
‘Like what?’
Bea sat back and folded her arms. She wasn’t quite sure if it was more embarrassing for her to say or for Mylo to find out.
‘Something you don’t approve of?’ he continued, moving closer and kissing her neck. ‘Are you being judgemental?’
‘No!’ she replied, pushing him away. ‘But sometimes, when you’re not thinking straight, you sort of bend a little with how you behave. I want him to go back to being straight after the bend.’ Mylo’s eyes widened at her comment. ‘Or maybe he needs the bend to go straight. I don’t know.’
Mylo stared for a while before sitting back in the sofa.
‘Don’t you think he has the right to do something a little different? Even if you don’t approve?’
‘I don’t think this is the thing for him.’
‘How would you know?’
‘He’s my dad.’
‘But you’re not him, are you? How do you know whatever he has chosen to do isn’t the right thing for him, even though you don’t agree with it?’ She sensed he was starting to get irritated. ‘Sometimes, people ne
ed to do their own thing in their own time, not have someone tell them what’s right or wrong. People learn by experiences, whether suitable or not.’
‘What did I say?’ Bea moved closer and noticed his sulky expression. ‘Something hit home.’
‘Nothing.’
‘Mylo?’
‘Everything!’ He suddenly got to his feet. ‘My mother thinks she knows what’s best for me, thinks she knows my mind but she clearly doesn’t. She can live her own life and make mistakes, then off she goes without a care in the world. Me, on the other hand, I had a, what did you say? A slight bend and I’m judged completely for it! As humans we have a right to try things to see if they suit us, or not.’
She had no idea what he was talking about but this was the most passionate she had seen him, other than between the sheets.
‘When you love someone, like I do my dad, you want to protect them,’ she calmly replied. ‘And maybe I am wrong but it’s because I care. I’ve not told him I don’t agree with his current life choices, I hold that in. Frankly, he wouldn’t give a flying fuck what I thought right now.’
That did it.
Mylo started to laugh.
‘I want you to meet him, Mylo. You are the most important thing in my life other than old daddio. You’ve made me believe in love again.’
He sunk to his knees and shuffled up to her.
‘Do you love me for who I am?’ he asked, rubbing his nose against hers. ‘Truly, madly and deeply?’
‘I love you with all my heart. You know that.’
‘But do you love me?’
‘Is there another one of you I don’t know about?’
‘There might be.’
‘Mylo, you don’t need to ask these questions.’ She frowned. ‘Aren’t you sure about me?’
‘I’m sure about you. But I’m worried you might not be too sure about me.’
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘Because…’
‘Because…’
He had left that comment hanging in the air and she wondered what he meant, three weeks later.
‘Because…’ she said to herself again, sitting at a café eating lunch just to get away from the varying troublesome children strolling through the office.