"Don't worry," Mike said, voice warm and helpful. "If you ever need guidance, I'm only a call away."
He shot me a quick glance, daring me to open my mouth.
"Of course," Mom replied with that soft, trusting smile she always gives people she likes.
"You're Alex's friend. I trust you."
I felt burning inside. I wanted to stand up and tell Mom everything:
He's the one who beat me up in school. He's the one who broke my hand. He's fucking Aunt Marie behind everyone's back.
But I couldn't. Not here. Not now.
"Excuse me! I need to go to the washroom. I'll be back in a minute." We were still eating when Mom stood up and headed toward the bathroom.
As she walked away, Mike stared at her hips swaying. It wasn't just him, with Mom's alluring figure, she grabbed everyone's attention.
Even in these conservative clothes she still turned heads. If she ever started wearing outfits like Aunt Marie's tight black mini-dress… men would be falling at her feet.
"Your mom's got a great body. How do you even resist a body like that?" Mike said, drooling after her ass, then looked back at me with a smirk.
"She's my… Mom. Don't think about anything. You won't be able to get near her."
"Oh really? We'll see once she accepts my training proposal." Mike took it as a challenge.
He lifted his arms, stretching them along the back of the seat, then looked at Aunt Marie, then back at me.
"You know, she was just like this at first," he said, nodding toward Aunt Marie. "But now she's my personal stress reliever I can use anytime."
I perfectly knew what he meant by "personal stress reliever." What shocked me was Aunt Marie, she didn't say a single word, like she had already accepted it.
"Show it to him," Mike ordered, tone cold.
I got confused. Show what?
Aunt Marie glanced between me and Mike a few times, then her hands disappeared under the table. It looked like she was adjusting something.
"Look under the table," Mike said.
I leaned down a little, not sure what I was supposed to see.
The view blew my mind.
Aunt Marie was slowly pulling her mini black dress higher. Inside… she was completely bare. No panties, nothing.
Except there was something.
A small vibrator, about the size of a finger, more than half of it buried in her bare slit, buzzing softly. A thin wire ran from it up into her dress.
She'd had that inside her the whole damn lunch. That's why she looked uncomfortable.
I sat back up straight, no idea what to say. Aunt Marie still wouldn't look at me.
"Do you see it? Bet it made you hard, right?" Mike grinned, teeth flashing like he was enjoying every second.
"She can't live without a vibrator inside her nowadays. And soon… your mom won't be able to either."
That felt like a punch straight to the gut. The thought of Mom with a vibrator inside her… I couldn't even finish the image.
Mike casually pulled something from his pocket.
A small black remote. He pressed a button.
Aunt Marie jerked in her seat, a low, choked gasp slipping from her lips. Her whole body shivered, thighs pressing together under the table.
Something snapped inside me. I leaned down again, just a quick peek.
She tried to hide it, hand flying between her legs, but I saw everything: the little pink vibrator buzzing like crazy inside her bare pussy, her seat already glistening with fresh cum, thighs rubbing desperately together.
I sat back up fast, face burning.
Mom walked back at that exact second and slid into her seat, completely clueless.
The café noise covered the faint buzzing, but Aunt Marie was trembling and her face bright red was impossible to miss.
"What happened? Are you alright?" Mom asked, worried.
"N-nothing!" Aunt Marie forced a smile. "I think we should head home. We had a great day, right?"
Mom nodded. "Yeah, I had fun. Lily must be waiting too."
We all stood, grabbing purses and bags.
"Alina, let's exchange numbers," Mike said smoothly, already pulling out his phone. "So you can call me anytime you need… guidance."
Mom smiled and handed him her phone without hesitation.
I caught a glimpse of the screen as he typed.
Contact name: Mike ❤️
With a heart.
Mom glanced at it for half a second, then slipped the phone back into her purse like it was nothing.
I couldn't believe it.
'Maybe she will change it later' that was the only reason I could think of.
We said goodbye and split up outside.
"He's such a good boy," Mom said, watching Mike and Aunt Marie walk away. "We should invite him for dinner sometime."
'No.' The word screamed inside my head, but I only swallowed it and forced a nod.
To be continued…
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