4. Seduced After Dinner I

~Jordan~

The carrots made grating sounds underneath the sharp knife that sizzled through them from all sides, the whirring of my mum's blender filling the kitchen as I continued grating, face grim and lips tight.

"Careful with the knife, honey." Her mocking voice sliced through me, tightening the knot that sat pretty in my chest. "You don't want to cut off those expert fingers, now would you?" 

This time, I didn't help but glare up at her, catching her snagging a carrot from the bowl on the cabinet, a smile dancing around her lips.

My glare turned murderous. How could she be smiling at my distress? Let me rephrase...

The distress that she caused me. I was already on my way out to meet the girl I had a date with when my mum breezed in through the door with bags of veggies and foodstuff, mandating me to help her prepare dinner or I would no longer eat in this house.

It was a deep blow to my pride because she knew I wasn't working. Heck, they wouldn't let me. I was still under their roof. Although I was eagerly counting the months before graduation, when I would be off to college. Then I would be free from all this forced labor.

Above all, I would be free to leave my fingers curled inside a girl's pussy all day, and watch her come apart in my arms.

My pussy clenched at the thought, paired with the mental images that flooded my head.

How ironic that I was glaring at my mum, and thinking about making a girl come undone and spend while screaming my name.

"Stop thinking about sex, Jordan. And focus on the carrots. They aren't girls." She said the exact thing I was thinking because she knew me so well. And that was hella annoying.

Hissing, I wrenched my gaze away from her and continued with the carrots. The sooner I got done with them, the sooner I could escape her clutches.

Fuck, I wasn't interested in her fried rice and chicken lap. Not when I had a fresh dripping pussy waiting for me.

That in mind, I resumed my furious grating of the carrot, but careful not to grate my fingers in the process. Being ambidextrous made it possible for me to drive them crazy with both my left and right fingers. 

Heck, most of them preferred the left fingers, with the note that it was sweeter than the right.

Soon, I was done and the next minute, I was skipping upstairs, my body already charged and fingers itching to curl into some drenched pussy hole.

"Jordy, our guest is here..." My mum called out just as I slid into my flannel shirt, styling my boyish haircut to the side while admiring my reflection in the mirror.

An extremely flat stomach with traces of biceps visible, and athletic shoulders that always attracted gazes from wherever I went. I didn't bother buttoning up my flannel shirt when the sight of my stomach made many ladies swear. 

I was ready to head downstairs. Not to see mum's guest from hell, but to bounce out of the house, never to be seen until after dark.

I descended the stairs in two, already at the last two steps when my mum rounded the kitchen, heading towards the dining table with an astounding female figure that made me halt my foot mid-step.

I caught sight of the abundant ass cheeks and hella curvy waist that was tugging tightly at a denim skirt so skimpy I swore her ass would fall out of it.

Question of the hour: how the hell was she my mum's guest? 

"What business does she have with her?" I couldn't help asking out loud. That didn't stop my eyes from trailing up and down her body, noting how flawless her skin was. 

Something stirred down my core as I took in her ample breasts that were struggling to contain the crop top she wore.

"Well, damn..." I bit tightly on my lower lip, mouth watering at the thought of fumbling those breasts with my long fingers and feasting on her nipples in turn. 

A jolting sensation surged through my core, making me aware of the fact that I was already wet. Fuck!

"Sweetie, I thought you had left." Yeah, in my lustful stare, I had forgotten that they were heading towards the dining room which meant they were bound to catch sight of me.

Wrenching my gaze away from the piercings embedded in her belly button to meet her gaze. Of course, I wanted to know if the owner of this killer body was pleasant to the eyes.

Indeed she was... 

With eyes so eerily green, she looked like the type that could star in fantasy movies. Her full lips and full brows lent credence to her mysterious, but luscious beauty. 

And that pointed nose... damn. It made her face stand out, leaving other girls I had met in second place. Then she pouted, as though sensing what was going on in my head. 

More jolts, so electrifying, made my pussy flood. And get this, no girl had ever gotten me that soaked just by staring at her.

"Jordan!" My mum slightly yelled and I forced my eyes away from her. With cheeks slightly burning at the embarrassment of being caught staring, I let my gaze rest on my mum.

"Yes?" I tried my best to channel a boring look, but with how sexually charged my body was, I didn't know if I was doing a good job at it.

"Are you going to join us for dinner?" Mum asked in that amusing tone of hers that I could easily detect. She must have noticed the way I was eye-fucking the young lady. 

Well, both of them did. And quite frankly, I didn't care.

"Most definitely." I nodded vigorously, skipping down the remaining steps and closing the distance between us.

My mum couldn't stop staring at me with lips parted in shock and eyes slightly widening.

"I thought you had a date, huh?" 

At her question, my gaze drifted to the seductively gorgeous thick lady beside her, my stubborn gaze resting on her breast. 

"Yeah. But it has to wait. Dinner is important." I replied, gaze still fixed on her breasts while my tongue darted out hungrily to wet my lips.

I wasn't hungry for food. But for this full package in front of me. As far as tasting her was concerned, I was more than halfway there.