Lusting After You (GirlxIntersex)

Chapter 6

Season 1 Episode 6

Kiana POV

My mornings have never been more revitalizing and calming. When I got downstairs, my mom was long gone, and I assume she's avoiding me because she knows I'll bug her about the Spa day. I'm not sure what's so difficult about taking a one-day break from her company so she and I can reconnect like we used to. It was only her and I before Stefano. She used to take a couple of days off work and we'd go shopping and to the spa together.

I noticed Stefan hunched down with her hands on both her knees after hearing her gasping breath. Her sweat-soaked hair dangles on top of her head. She pants one more time before coming to a halt. Her eyes widened as she noticed I was gazing at her. I bite my lower lip, the post-workout pump looks great on her as her muscles bulge and perspiration showers her body, making her shine like oil.

The training shorts adhere to her body, revealing her cock.

"You're up early."

I nodded, my gaze transfixed on her body. She shouts sexiness in over 2000 languages. She took a step closer to me, and the musky aroma filled my senses.

God I would do anything just to lick her sweat up.

"I got used to it," I replied.

"That's the first time I've heard anyone say something like that." She began to stretch in front of me.

I let out a sigh.

"I wanted to spend a day or two with mom before I go play catch up with the town. But getting to her is difficult."

"I'm her wife, and I can barely hold a conversation without the phone ringing or Jace randomly popping up to talk 'business,'" she explained, air quoting business. Something tells me that this whole business thing was intended to create a schism between them.

I had no idea who Jace was.

I only met him at the party a week ago. He appears to be homosexual. Although appearances can be misleading.

We walked into the kitchen together, and she took a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the table.

"But who is he?"

"I really don't know. However, he sees and knows my wife better than I do." She mumbled tiredly. She violently twists the cap off the bottle and sucks the water, causing the bottle to resemble crumpled paper. She remained standing and threw it in the sink.

"I am sure she'll come around."

She sneered as she wiped her perspiration with the front of her shirt.

"I've told myself that 6 months ago. I just want to spend some time with my wife. Time is passing so quickly. We'll be 75 and blind by the time you blink."

I laughed because I thought it was hilarious, but the message was profound. I think I'll have to discuss it with Mom. If she didn't fulfill her role as a wife, someone else would take over until it was too late.

"Do you want me to cook you some breakfast?" I inquired.

"I thought she cooked breakfast?"

I shrugged since every pot and pan appeared to be clean, and there was no grease on the burner. I suppose work phoned early and she had to go.

"Fine." She grumbled as she slid from the chair, her shoulder slumping as she up the steps.

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The robe first moved away from my shoulders, then slid down to my lower back and lay on the floor. I felt her warm touch on my shoulder as she gently seated me on the stool.

"It wishes for you to remain completely still for me." I nodded, attempting not to bathe the entire room in my wetness. At the very least, with heat, I can pretend that it was perspiration that caused the mess she should be concerned about.

Her breathing on my neck made me doubt my sanity and wonder whether I could truly sit motionless.

She pushed my shoulder up and straightened my back as she tilted my head up and to the side. She then propped one of my feet up while leaving the other swinging.

She stepped back a little to assess the state of my stance. Her gaze wandered over my body, turning it a deep tan red.

She walked back into my space and spread the leg that were raised up even more, making my pussy look like an open flower.

"I want to see everything," she said, her face lowering to mine. "I need all the details." Her fingers stroked across my thighs.

"Even the juice that is flowing out."

I flushed and wanted to move away, but I was virtually imprisoned in my posture for the next three hours.

"Are we going to discuss what happened last night?"

She turned and walked over to her blank canvas. She took the pencil from behind her right ear and started drawing.

"What about it."

"I'm not sure. I expected you to be awkward about it."

Her forehead furrowed in total concentration, and it would be best if I kept quiet about it.

She didn't seem embarrassed that she brought me happiness last night, and her wife, my mother, was just above us. I shouldn't question it since it may make things awkward.

"That would be a very immature thing to do, Kiana." After a few moments of stillness, she remarked. "Would you like to go any further?"

"Uhm?" Her inquiry took me off guard. That was unexpected. I was anticipating a negative response. Like:

'I have my wife, who is your mother.'

'this is so wrong.'

'We shouldn't have done it.'

Or

'We should never talk about it.'

I was interested as to what had been going through her head since yesterday night till today. She must have thought what we did was strange even for an instant.

"Should we go on?"

"Stay still." She remarked, "I could hear the pencil tracing on the paper from her." When she made a mistake, I could hear the eraser going over the paper. "Why not."

Something about this felt surreal. It's almost too wonderful to be true. What is it about me that makes a hidden affair so appealing?