Joan Didion Style Novels & Stories

"What the hell are you still doing here?" I demanded. Joan turned her head slowly, as if she wasn’t at all surprised to see me. She locked eyes with me. "Well, well, if it isn’t the new Luna, trying to establish her dominance," she teased. "It’s cute, really." I stared at her, too stunned to speak at first. She was dressed in royal attire. A crown sat on top her head, and the clothes only emphasized the way she carried herself—like she belonged here. But she didn’t belong here. Not anymore.

It was a cool restaurant, classy too. Aidan sat across Joan and for sometime,they did not speak to each other. She looked very pretty in the Royal blue Swede dress she had worn. Her make up was on point. It seemed she really prepared for the dinner. “Uhmmm. I bet you spent a fortune preparing for this night”he said with a grin. He could not just let the opportunity to annoy her go like that. He expected her to frown,crease her forehead or something similar but she did nothing of that sort. She picked up the menu and read through for a while then placing it down, she said

Neither could I explain why my pussy was on fire, or why I was rubbing it through my pantyhose. Feeling the urge to witness this, I slipped out of my heels and silently tiptoed to the corner to peek at them. They were fucking doggie-style, and fortunately they were facing about two-thirds away from me, so my presence remained a secret. Joan was wearing a dress, but it was hiked way up, so I could see she was wearing a garter-belt and stockings and no panties. My son was really sticking it to her hard! "Yes, son. Give it to me! Give Mommy that big load," she moaned, her head down and her eyes closed.