“Mol!”
Molly came gunning down the stairs as I faced off against my daughter, her stance now mimicking mine, our gazes locked.
“What’s going on? Why are you both shouting at each other?”
Turning to Mol, I asked, “Did you know she was planning on going on a date today?”
Molly’s wide eyes snapped to our daughter. “Taylor, you know you’re not old enough to date.”
“But, Momma! I—” In true teenage fashion, she slammed her hands on her hips.
“But nothing. You’re grounded for a week for being so sneaky and going against our rules. Now, get in there and watch your brothers. Our guests will be arriving soon and I don’t have time for this.”
Spinning on her heel with an angry shrill, Taylor stomped into the game room, screaming, “Fascists!”
When the door slammed, I exhaled slowly to calm the hell down and looked to Molly who was still on the stairs, blinking in shock. “Dating, Mol? I’m so not ready for this shit.”
Molly cracked a smile and started giggling. “She’s a teen, it was bound to start sooner or later. That’s what you get when you have a girl, babe. Years and years of dating to look forward to.”
“We’ve been back in Bama a week and suddenly she has hormonally-charged fuckers chasing her tail?” I leaned back against the wall and ran my hand down my face. “I was one of those fuckers, Mol. I know exactly what they want to do with her. Christ! I’ll kill them! This shit’s gonna make me go prematurely gray!”
Molly shook her head and passed by me, laughing. “She knows she can’t date until she’s sixteen, so relax, you have two years to prepare for the real thing.” She continued strutting into the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder to add, “And two years to stock up on ‘Just For Men’, of course. You know, for all the premature gray hairs you’ll get.”
Flashing me a teasing smile, Molly quickly headed to the backyard—Oh, she’d done it now.
Running after my wife, I scooped her up in my arms, making her yelp out in surprise. I sat down on the secluded bench, way out of sight, laying her across my lap. Diving onto her soft lips, I fisted bunches of her long brown hair, and took what I wanted.
As always, she submitted to my demands.
We broke from the embrace several minutes later, both panting, and Molly squirmed against the hardness in my jeans.
“Mol…” I warned.
“Mm-hmm?” she answered innocently, a fucking horny-as-hell twinkle in her golden-browns.
My jaw clenched as I fought my need, and I hissed through gritted teeth, “Don’t play with fire, Shakespeare. It’s too much for pretty little English girls to cope with.”
“What can I say…? I’m a risk taker.” She shrugged and smiled widely.
Mol watched as my lip twitched, and within seconds, the two of us burst into laughter and I gripped her tight around her neck, tucking my head into her hair.
When we had both calmed down, I lifted my head and said, “I can’t believe I said that to you back then. I was so fucked up and full of my own shit.”
“Are you kidding me? You had me so pent up for you that I almost combusted on the spot! I could’ve stayed at that creek forever.”
I leaned in close and whispered seductively, “If I’m not mistaken, you did combust around three of my fingers shortly after.”
Slapping my chest playfully, Mol replied, “Yeah, and I tossed you off onto the grass!”
I froze at her comeback and practically dropped her to the floor, unable to contain my hysterical laughter. “Tossed me off?”
Molly pushed out her tongue and I slapped her tight ass. “How is it that even after living in the States for over twenty years, that accent of yours is still as thick as ever?”
“Says you! There’s no shaking that southern drawl out of you, is there?”
Oh, she was just asking for trouble.
Gripping her thighs, I pulled her to straddle my waist, making her moan as I instantly ground my cock against her core, my hands locked on her cheeks, and I hushed out, “I should take you to the old cabin and fuck the living shit outta you for old time’s sake. There’s something in the Bama water that makes me want to own every fuckin’ part of you, to fill every hole.”
“Well, I think the new owners might have something to say about that,” she muttered, trying to restrain herself from moaning out loud.
“I couldn’t give a shit about the new owners!” I said curtly, and my eyes closed when she began rocking back and forth against my dick.
“I’ll take you right here, Mol. Don’t think I won’t,” I threatened, this time without humor, as I dragged my teeth along my bottom lip, my hands dropping from Mol’s face to squeeze and nip at her breasts.
“It’s good that you still want me after all these years. Four kids aren’t exactly flattering on a woman’s body.”