Chapter 3 – Big Penis

Cassandra

I knew mom didn't really love Don George and only wanted his money, but I didn't say anything and just let her be.

I found out that Don George was actually sixty-five years old. My mom, on the other hand, was right at forty, so I was sure any relationship they had wasn't serious—even though he was handsome and didn't look like a senior citizen at all.

“Ma, are you sure about this decision to get married? You don't even love him; what if you back out?” I said while we were inside a hotel room preparing for their civil wedding.

Mom annoyed pinched me, “Keep your voice down! Of course I really don't want to, but look at how weak George is—he had hip surgery so he has trouble walking. His therapy abroad is ongoing, but I told him to hire you instead, so that way you'll have an income besides the money we'll get from him. Besides, I've completely fooled the old man; he already bought a mansion and we're going to live there. We won't struggle anymore, especially when he kicks the bucket! So why would I back out of the wedding? I'm not stupid! I'm going to make him my sugar daddy until he drops dead!”

I could only shake my head because I never thought money would change my mom's character. Back then, I knew she was materialistic—which was why dad took out loans and debts just to buy what mom wanted—but it had gotten even worse now.

I silently watched their civil wedding. Mom was great at pretending to be happy, even shedding a few tears as she hugged Don George after the ceremony.

“Congratulations,” I said.

Don George smiled, “Thank you. Your mom mentioned that you stopped your Physical Therapy course? Continue your studies and I'll take care of it, but is it okay if I also hire you as my therapist?”

“Y-Yes,” I answered.

The mansion we went to inside an exclusive subdivision was huge, and I couldn't believe this was our new home.

I also got my tuition sorted out so I could return to school; even though I was delayed by almost a year, at least I would still graduate.

Almost a month had passed, and I was getting somewhat used to our new life, when one night I came home and immediately looked for mom.

I went to her and Don George's room first, but I saw him sleeping alone, so I closed the door again. I would do his therapy tomorrow since I got busy at school.

I was about to go into my room when I heard groans, so I followed the sound and realized it was coming from the room at the end of the hall.

I pressed my ear against the door and was shocked by what I heard, so I pushed the door open just a crack.

“Ohhh! Elena! Keep going, grind your pussy well! You still feel so good! Does my dick feel better than your old man's?” a man said.

“Oh, definitely!” mom answered while she was on top of him, riding him like a jockey.

Angry, I burst into the room, causing the two of them to freeze. Mom quickly got dressed while the guy just smirked before leaving.

“Ma, what is wrong with you? Don't you feel any pity for Don George?” I said through gritted teeth, but if I was angry, mom was even angrier.

She dragged me out of the guest room all the way to her and Don George's room, then fearlessly pointed at the old man.

“I slipped him a sleeping pill, so even if my boyfriend and I fuck right here in our bed, he won't wake up. Plus, Mark provides an extra weakening drug so that old man can't recover quickly. Look at him, he has an even harder time walking! Isn't that great? In a little while, when he's gone, we'll be instant millionaires, so what are you even mad about? You're benefiting from this too! You have a car to drive to school, and your allowance is huge, so don't you dare lecture me!” mom said.

I could only look down because it was true that everything had changed, but I also couldn't shake my pity for Don George because he was so good to us.

The next day I had no classes, so it was therapy day for Don George and me. I could see how lethargic and weak he was, probably because the medicine mom gave him was still taking effect.

“Honey, my credit card maxed out, can I borrow yours?” mom sweetly asked.

Without a single question, Don George opened his wallet, handed it to her, and quietly went back to eating.

“My honey is truly the sweetest,” mom said, kissing his cheek before standing up, “I’ll go home late, I have plans with my friends.” She said and left.

I frowned. Her "friends"—it was probably that guy she was seeing. Don George looked at me and smiled.

“Don't you want to go shopping?”

I immediately shook my head, “No, I don't have anything to buy, plus today is our therapy day.”

The cup of coffee slipped from Don George's hand, spilling its contents. Manang Karen quickly cleaned the floor while I pulled his wheelchair toward the elevator to take him back to his room and help him change.

“I'm sorry,” Don George said shyly as we entered his and mom's room.

“Oh, it's nothing,” I replied and wheeled him into the bathroom.

“Cass, I really don't know why my body is so weak. It's embarrassing, but could you help me take off my clothes?”

I nodded. This was mom's fault, and this was the only thing I could do to somehow ease my conscience. I undressed Don George while he was still sitting in the wheelchair, then turned on the shower.

I grabbed the body wash and started bathing him, but when my gaze drifted down to his dick, I was completely shocked because it was massive even while soft.

I didn't want things to be awkward, so I forced myself to ignore it, hurried up, and covered him with a towel.

“Don George's dick is actually huge—why did mom still go looking for someone else?” I muttered, scratching my head.