Steamy Cravings: Wild And Forbidden

Ava It’s almost midnight when I get home after my gruesome shift at the hospital, and the last thing I needed was f*****g drama but I’m met with mom crying and Aunt Clara yelling the second I open the door. Perfect. I head to the living room to find Mom sitting on the couch and wiping her eyes, a pile of used tissues on the coffee table in front of her. Okay this might just be more serious than I expected it to be. I’m about to go over to her when she raises a finger to aunt Clara. “Just shut the f**k up!” Mom yells. “He’s a disgusting pig, ” Clara’s voice echoes from the kitchen. “I could tell he was up to know good and I warned you!” “Oh please, Clara we both know you were just f*****g jealous.” Mom yells back. “Jealous? That’s a stretch, he’s not as handsome as you think.” Clara shouts as she comes through the kitchen door. “Hi, Ava,” she says to me. “Hi. What did I miss?” “Not much, your mum finally saw Ryan for the dirty thing he is and broke up with him.” Aunt Clara says, “He’s such a gross! He was–“ “Shut up, Clara,” Mom interrupts. “Please, for the love of God, stop talking!” “What did he do?” I ask. “He was jer⁠—” “Shut up, Clara!” Mom shouts her down. “She doesn’t need to know!” Mom looks at me. “It doesn’t matter anyways, it’s not important.” “Fine,” says Clara, miffed. She’s just dying to tell me, you can practically see the steam shooting from her ears. This is quite a surprise. Mom’s been dating Ryan for almost three years now. I thought things were going well, that Mom finally found a good one. He’s cute, rich and funny, and he treated Mom like a queen. He’s also really good-looking. Mom was the envy of more than a couple of her friends. She took great pleasure in that. Whatever he did, it must be pretty bad if it was a dealbreaker for Mom. “I want to know, what did he do?” “Well,” Clara says, “He was jer⁠—” “Shut up, Clara!” Mom is angry now, “Stop! She doesn’t need to know!” She looks at me, “You don’t need to know, honey. Please, it doesn’t matter what he did. He’s out of my life now.” “Just like that?” I ask. “Just like that. It’s done.” “Alright, Mom. Whatever you say.” She stands, straightens her shirt, and announces, “I have to pee.” before marching off. The second she closes the bathroom door, Clara hurries over to me and whispers, “I told her not to trust him!” “What happened?” “She caught him jerking—oh s**t, wait. I can’t tell you.” “She caught him what? Jerking off? So what? That’s what men do.” Clara tightens her face into a big frown, trying her best to keep her mouth shut. “Come on, Aunt Clara,” I say, “Dish. You know you’re gonna tell me, so let’s just cut to the chase.” “Ok, but don’t tell your mother I told you. She’ll kill me.” “I promiseee,” I offer my little finger. She hooks mine with hers and leans in to whisper even quieter. “She caught him jerking off to a picture of you.” She pulls back and looks at me with pursed lips and raised eyebrows. “What?!” I say too loud. She shushes me and then leans in again. “Apparently he has this folder with thousands of your bikini pictures,” she says. “What?” I say again, “he was . . . really? Ohmigod!” “Yeah,” she nods vigorously. “Such a pig! I mean you’re gorgeous honey, of course you are. But he’s like twenty years older than you!” I chuckle a little as I take this in. So Ryan was jacking off to my social media pics? Jacking off to pictures of your girlfriend’s daughter, and getting caught doing it—smooth move, Ryan! But it’s also kind of flattering, don’t you think? I mean, it’s a genuine compliment. Ryan thinks I’m hot. He wouldn’t be jacking off to pictures of me if he didn’t find me hot, right? Full disclosure: I’ve done the same thing. I mean I’ve had some personal time with visions of Ryan in my dirty little mind’s eye. More than a few times. Many more. I guess I have a thing for older guys. That’s probably why I’m still a virgin. I’ve never met a boy my age, or even a couple of years older, that I wanted to do it with. And Ryan is really good-looking. He’s tall and muscular and has a really cute butt. I’ve given a great deal of thought to the bulge in his jeans. Like, how big is he? How thick is his d**k? Does he have big balls? Does he manscape? I try to picture what happened. In my mind he’s lying on Mom’s bed, one hand holding his phone, the other holding his, well, you know, getting himself off to my pictures. Maybe Mom is in the bathroom, or doing something in the kitchen. I wonder, what pictures was he looking at? There’s a few from the beach last weekend. I was wearing a bikini. Could it be those? Mom comes out of the bathroom, “No more talk of this.” she announces. “He doesn’t deserve me anyways. Onward and upward.” “So brave,” Clara says dripping sarcasm. “So strong.” “Oh shut up, Clara!” Mom snaps, “Don’t you need to get home?” “No, not really,” Clara sits on the couch, clearly indicating she plans to stay. Mom scowls at her little sister and then turns to me. “How was work, Honey?” “Busy,” I say, “I ran my butt off.” “Any hot doctors I could test?” Clara asks, winking at me. “Yeah, none auntie.” “Don’t mind Clara,” says Mom. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I say, “I thought things were good with you two.” “So did I, Honey, but you know how it is. Men. Am I right?” “Yeah, sure Mom. Men suck.” “Yes, they do,” she nods. “Your father was a first-class a-hole.” I sit back and scroll through my posts. Yeah, those bikini pics. I must admit, I was looking pretty sexy that day. Even if I do say so myself. Evidently, Ryan thinks so too.