My Best Friend's Mom Too

Ch.27: Anal Therapy

3 weeks later

Cassidy's P.O.V:

Telling Daisy and my mother at the same time wasn't the easiest thing in the world, and there were some more long drawn out moments of sad silence, but not so many tears were shed for the late great Jason.

Instead Daisy simply frowned and shook her head. The fact that her father was such a horrible human would be tough for anyone to handle. What are you supposed to do when someone like that dies? A father who didn't give a shit about you, ruined his marriage with your mother, and was blatantly homophobic and hateful directly towards anyone who got in his way....

Thankfully, all that business was dealt with and pushed away in our minds. Sure, it would pop up every now and then during thoughts and conversation, but 3 weeks of sitting on his death makes it easier to ignore. That goes for me too, even as the person who.. killed him.

It was pretty traumatic thinking back on the situation, but it needed to be done, and I wouldn't take it back for anything.
But as fine as I thought I felt, Olivia had a different opinion.

Ever since it happened she keeps suggesting that I attend at least one session of therapy. I keep asking what she wants me to do, "Confess my crimes?" But she keeps insisting, "It can help nonetheless."
This is exactly the type of conversation we were having when she got home from work late, tired beyond belief, but still energetic enough to argue with me.

"Baby, seriously. I'm done asking about it, I really think you would benefit from a little bit of talking with somebody about your problems." She says while wiping her hands dry with the towel. "That's what you are here for." I grab her from behind, locking her in slightly tighter than normal. "Yes, and that's amazing too. But sometimes speaking to someone who you aren't romantically engaged with, and who has a degree in psychology, can help you see things completely different in your life. I'm telling you from personal experience my love." She keeps hammering in, and I was reluctant to say, she actually began making senses. Her head turns around to lock eyes with me.

"You sure I can't just talk with you?" I ask nervously, and she smiles. "I could always go in with you at first, like couples therapy, but getting in alone with someone else could really help you. I just wanna know that you're actually happy, even if I'm not with you." She finishes her point, escaping my grasp, separating our bodies.

"Then I should just stay with you 24/7." I quickly pull her by the arm, twirling her back into mine.

"You know that's not how it works baby." She shakes her head with another smile. "Not if I trap you here with me." I retort, capturing her lips with mine. This works wonders, allowing her to fall into my trace before she even knew it was happening.

I keep her happy and quiet for a while, before the dreaded need for air us humans desperately require became an issue. She takes the moment of our forehead's connecting to slap my ass and surprise me. "Hey! That's my thing you bitch!" I tackle her onto the couch before she could get far enough away, and smother her backside before winding up a huge punishment slap.

The clapping sound was almost as ear piercing as her yelping, but she begged enough forgiveness for me to stop.

"Fine, I'll go." I use the moment to finally give in, making her happier in the process, even though she still had to deal with the pain on her asscheek.

"Oh my god, okay that's great Cass, I'll get my phone and try calling my-" I interrupt her, continuing my hold on her waist, keeping her trapped on the couch. "Not unless I eat your ass, that's my prize for going." I quickly drop to the voice I knew she loved, immediately earning an excited shiver from her delicate body beneath me.