Lynda hummed to herself as she spread mayonnaise on a slice of bread, expertly crafting a sandwich for her five-year-old son, Sean. She glanced at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, realizing that her guest would be arriving any minute. She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
"Mom, who's the man you invited over?" Sean asked, his little voice breaking through Lynda's thoughts.
Lynda turned to him, a playful smile on her face. "Sean, you're such a little busybody. Can't a mom have a friend over without you prying?"
Sean stuck his tongue out at her, but Lynda could see the curiosity in his eyes. She ruffled his hair gently. "His name is Jamarcus, and he's a friend. Now, finish your sandwich, and I'll introduce you two later."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Lynda's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to answer it. She opened the door to find Jamarcus standing on the porch, his big, strong arms crossed over his chest.
"Hey, Jamarcus. Come on in," Lynda said, her voice dripping with suggestion.
Jamarcus stepped inside, and Lynda closed the door behind him. She led him into the living room, where Sean was watching TV.
"Sean, this is Jamarcus. Jamarcus, this is my little Sean," Lynda said, making the introductions.
Sean looked up from the TV, his eyes narrowing as he studied Jamarcus. Lynda could see the questions swirling in his mind, but she didn't have time to answer them.
"Sean, Jamarcus and I are going to have some grown-up time together. Why don't you stay here and watch TV?" Lynda said, her voice firm.
Sean looked like he wanted to protest, but Lynda gave him a stern look. He sighed and turned back to the TV.
Lynda led Jamarcus to the couch, patting the seat next to her. "Have a seat, Jamarcus. Would you like some wine?"
Jamarcus nodded, and Lynda stood up, making her way to the kitchen. She returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring a generous amount into each glass.
"To our grown-up game," Lynda said, raising her glass in a toast.
Jamarcus clinked his glass against hers, and they both took a sip. Lynda set her glass down, her eyes locked onto Jamarcus. She stood up, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse.
"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Lynda said, her voice confident and direct.
Jamarcus watched as Lynda stripped in front of him, revealing her pregnant body. He swallowed hard, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Your turn, slowpoke," Lynda said, her voice teasing.
Jamarcus stood up, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. He stripped down to his boxers, and Lynda beckoned him towards the bedroom.
"Fuck me hard, Jamarcus. I want to feel you inside me," Lynda said, her voice demanding.
Jamarcus hesitated, but Lynda wasn't having it. She pushed him onto the bed, her hands going to his boxers.
"I mean it, Jamarcus. Be rough with me. I want Sean to see us having rough sex. It's part of our grown-up game," Lynda said, her voice firm.
Jamarcus nodded, and Lynda straddled him, her hands going to his chest. She moaned as he entered her, her hips moving in time with his.
From the living room, Sean heard the moaning and became curious. He peeked into the bedroom, his eyes widening as he saw his mother having rough sex with Jamarcus.
Sean felt a mix of emotions running through him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as his mother encouraged Jamarcus to be rougher, her moans growing louder.
Sean felt a stirring in his pants, and he realized that he was turned on. He quickly turned back to the TV, trying to ignore what was happening in the bedroom.
End of Chapter One.
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