Lemon

Chapter 17

Sheeba

"It's so nice to meet you in person finally! Come on in!" We closed and locked her front door before making our way into the house, straight to the kitchen. His mother was pulling out a meatloaf and turning down the heat on the green beans on the stove.

"Mom, you didn't have to do all this," Steele told his mother, hugging her from behind.

"Nonsense. Can't have your girl thinking we don't know how to throw down in the kitchen. We may not compare to Philly, but-"

"I haven't been back to Philly in six years, Ms. Darcy," I reassured my hostess with a hug. "I appreciate your efforts, but there's no need for comparisons."

"Really? Six years? That's a long time to be away from home. How did you handle it?" I looked at his mother carefully, but all I saw was an open curiosity. This didn't feel like a trick or a trap. So I shrugged and answered truthfully.

"You can adjust to anything given enough time and motivation. It would have been longer than six years if not for your son. I was content with my life in Canada until he showed me a different way to live." Ms. Darcy smiled at me and I returned the gesture, relaxing my guard. I'd been expecting an evening of double speak and rude questions, like with Ms. Renee. But it seemed that Ms. Darcy was willing to give me a chance, unlike his grandmother. "Everything smells amazing, Ms. Darcy. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, baby. I'm about to recruit my son to help with these homemade mashed potatoes, but everything else is ready. You can relax; the bathroom is around the corner if you want to freshen up. I have a couple of wine coolers in the fridge if you're thirsty."

"Strawberry?" I asked hopefully.

"But of course," she smiled, pulling two bottles and a beer out of the fridge.

"You know me too well," I laughed. "I think I'll take your invitation and wash my hands and then I'll partake." I grinned as I made my way to the bathroom to pee and clean up. I made my way back to the kitchen slowly, hoping to catch a snatch of conversation to let me know what to expect from my future mother-in-law.

"She's shorter than I am and I'm a small girl myself. How do you reach her?"

"Mom! I 'reach her' just fine. We work together; we don't make sense apart." The two laughed.

"Oh my! You've got it bad. I'm so glad to see my boy happy. I've been hoping all along that you would find someone special and not take after your father." I walked into the kitchen then, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. "How in love with my son are you, sweetheart?"

I blinked at the question, not having expected it. "I'm in love enough to give up the good life I had in Calgary and move back to the East Coast, essentially starting over. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't serious about your son. I had a house, a car, and a good career, everything I needed to be considered a success in Canada. I was isolated, but I was happy. Now I have a life with the love of my life, people to really hang out with, and my life is full of joy. I don't know how else to answer your question, ma'am." She hugged me tightly, tears rolling down her face.

"You answered perfectly," she reassured me. "All I've ever wanted for my little boy was for him to find someone who loved him completely. Not like that no-account heifer he was messing with in high school. That girl… She was all wrong for my son, but she kept popping up like a bad smell, ruining his chances at happiness. But now I think it was for the best. She was keeping him safe and ready for you."

"That's… One way to look at it, I guess," I chuckled. "I actually encountered Gloria yesterday. She seemed a little… extra to me. I'm content to never meet her again, to be honest. Nothing would make me happier, but I have a feeling that she is not the type to let things lay."

"She's not. Expect to 'encounter' her at least once more. You have to tell me exactly what happened yesterday. Steele usually dissolves into a puddle of goo whenever she comes around. He breaks it off with whoever he's with and scampers after her like a scolded puppy-"

"Mom!"

"-To which she gives him hope that they'll be together again. Someday. Then she's off with whoever she's with this week and leaves him heartbroken. You think I didn't know about your patterns, son? You're my one and only; I for damn sure have had my eye on you!" Steele looked positively mortified and it took everything in me not to join his mother in laughter.

"Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about the 'puddle of goo' thing anymore," I defended my boyfriend. "You would have been proud to see him stand up for himself yesterday. He shut her and her nonsense down completely and definitively. She might try to come around when I'm not around and take one more shot at me, but I think we've seen the last of that… person… by and large. She certainly won't be trying to take us on as a team again."

"A team is exactly how you should be thinking of each other. It's you two against the world now and that's how it should be. And speaking of teams…" The doorbell rang again. "Steele? Be a dear and get the door for me. I have a surprise of my own for you tonight." Once my man was gone, Ms. Darcy looked at me shrewdly.

"I know that you love my son, but is it going anywhere? What does your future look like now that you're here at last? I know that you have plans to work and not take advantage of my son. But what else?"

"I do love your son with all my heart. I'll be starting at my new job in a week and a half. In the meantime, we're heading to Philly to hang out with my family and I can introduce him to my people. I want them to know him at least a little bit before he marries me. 'Happily ever after' is something that you build day by day throughout all the years of your life. I was living 'happily ever after' when I met Steele. He changed everything and suddenly I wanted to merge my 'happily ever after' with his. I don't know what 'happily ever after' is going to end up looking like with him, but I'm more than willing to find out."

"You have the soul of a poet," a new, male voice interrupted our conversation. I looked over and did a double-take. The man standing behind Steele was attractive, middle-aged, and almost as tall as my man. His locks were shoulder-length and well-maintained. His smile was open and friendly and he looked sharp in a suit and tie.

"Thank you," I smiled. "I've been told that I tend to wax poetic when it comes to my Steele. Hello, my name is Sheeba. And you are?" he kissed my offered hand, which made me blush, and answered, his smooth deep voice filling the space.

"I'm Peter Styles, Steele's mother's suitor. We've been dating for the last six months, but for some reason, she has neglected to introduce me to her son."

"Well… My son was so miserable without his Sheeba that I didn't want to flaunt my good fortune in his face. Now that she's here, we'll have a balanced table. Shall we?"

Dinner was a lively affair. We relayed our encounter with Gloria and Ms. Darcy told us about meeting Mr. Peter for the first time. Steele told him about our first meeting, even talking about the Oreo comment that marked our first fight. His mother's scolding at his insensitivity had me laughing, even as I rushed to finish the story. Recounting his sweet words to me that night. Has it really been less than a year since I'd met him? It felt like I'd known him for years.

"You're quiet," Ms. Darcy smiled at me encouragingly. I grinned and took another bite of my food, which was excellent. His mom could throw down in the kitchen!

"I was just thinking about how funny time can be. I feel like I've never not known your son, when in reality it's only been a little over eight months. Is that what it's like when you really connect with someone? Like time has no meaning? Like there's never been a time when you didn't have them in your life?" They all laughed and I had to work hard not to feel insulted.

"Your poet's soul is showing again, Little One. It sounds like you're putting together lyrics for your next hit single," Mr. Peter laughed. "And to answer your questions, yes, that's exactly what it's like when love takes over. Time ceases to matter, and yes, it's like you were never without them. Separation only makes the reunions more cherished and sweet."

"Now who's poet's soul is showing, Pete?" Ms. Darcy teased him gently. They clasped hands and I smiled at them.

"I'm glad for you Ma," Steele said happily. "It wouldn't have bothered me to meet your man earlier. I've only ever wanted your happiness. You always worked to make sure I had whatever I needed growing up, but I knew that you were lonely." Ms. Darcy sniffled, her brown eyes glassy. Mr. Peter hugged her tightly.

"You two must be tired after hanging with us oldheads for so long," Ms. Darcy smiled, yawning over her third wine cooler. We'd been enjoying the meal and the conversation for three hours now. I wasn't sure where that came from.

"That's code for GTFO," Steele laughed. Like me, he'd been nursing one drink all night so he'd be ready to drive.

"GTFO?" Peter asked politely.

"Get the F Out," I giggled. "Dinner was wonderful, Ms. Darcy. I honestly enjoyed myself and the conversation was sparkling. It was enchanting to meet you, Mr. Peter. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon as you are such an important part of Ms. Darcy's life. Good night."

"I had fun tonight. We'll see y'all again soon Ma. Peter." Steele stood and held a hand out to me, which I accepted. Hugs were given all around and then me and my man were outside climbing into his SUV.

"That was fun," I mentioned as we pulled into the flow of late Wednesday night traffic. "Ms. Darcy seems very happy with Mr. Peter."

"I'd just as soon keep an eye on 'Mr. Peter' for now," Steel said suspiciously. I smiled at him fondly.

"I know that she's your mother, but she's also a grown woman. And since she's been with him for half a year, it would appear that Mr. Pater is either sincere or a brilliant actor. My instincts are pointing me towards the former rather than the latter, my love. Of course, we'll keep an eye on him - as I'm sure your mother is watching me like a hawk - but I don't think we'll have to worry for her. Has your mother ever been married?"

"No. I think deep down she was waiting for Dad to come back for her. But Charlie Mason is a bachelor for life. You two might end up shopping for wedding dresses together."

"Oh my," I giggled, feeling saucy. "Would you like to go home and make love to me?"

No," he said in annoyance. Before I could react, he continued. "I want to go home and fuck you silly, little girl. I was thinking about taking you over my knee tonight." I shuddered with delight, especially when his hand was suddenly in my panties, stirring up trouble. By the time we got home, I was on the verge of exploding all over the seat. My legs were thrown open as I welcomed him into me. Steele pulled into the garage, put the vehicle in park, and lowered the seat, using a 'come hither' motion on me from the inside to entice me onto his seat. Once I got over the gear shift, he moved me up to his face and planted me there. Then he proceeded to give me a tongue-lashing I will never forget.

I drenched his face in my nectar, undulating as he held my hips in place. I swear to God that tongue of his ought to be bronzed. He knew just how to lick me, how long to swirl his glorious instrument on my clit, and how deep to plunge it into my slick body for maximum orgasmic results. I couldn't help howling like an animal, leaning back on my forearms as he possessed me. Shuddering and groaning as I leaked on him, I nonetheless found just enough verbal ability to praise him for his skill and prowess between the sheets. He liked that, somehow turning me around so that my body was facing the steering wheel as he licked me into a frenzy. Then he started spanking my tight little ass like a naughty puppy. I was so wet you'd think someone had spilled water in the seat, especially when he discovered that squeezing my cheeks was even more effective for making me explode than spanking them. After that he gave me the most sensual massage, drinking my juices as I climaxed again and again for him. We were practically in the second row of the SUV by now so that he'd have room to tongue-fuck me and I couldn't be happier with my weight loss than when he pushed me off his face and onto his waiting dick.

He sheathed himself in my womb, pulled out, and did it again, laughing as my desperate praising gasps changed octave. 'It's so deep' became my mantra as he massaged and occasionally spanked my ass. I had no idea what to do with my upper body as he claimed me, but luckily my man knew. He draped me over the steering wheel and conquered my pliant body over and over. He reached around and tweaked my stiff nipples and I exploded yet again. Soon he was sitting up behind me, fucking me relentlessly as he alternated between rubbing and squeezing my boobs and rubbing and squeezing my butt. Either way, he got the results he wanted. I was making so much noise that I was surprised that no one had come to investigate, but then I remembered that he'd turned on my necklace and put in his earbud at the first stoplight after we left his mom's house. My eyes rolled back in my head when one of those talented hands of his found my magic button and massaged it as his other continued with my breasts and butt cheeks.

"I want to see how wet you can get before you pass out," he whispered in my ear. I shivered out another orgasm for him, panting to the rhythm he was setting for us. He tried to move his hand away from my clitoris, but I begged him to let it stay until he did. I was in a stupor from his assault on my body. I would do anything, say anything to get him to keep me cumming all over him. So when he suddenly planted me on his lap, still buried in my womb, and started opening and closing his legs while I rode him, I gripped him with my inner walls hard enough to pull his seed out of him. God, that felt amazing! After that, I focused on my kegels, determined to give him at least some of the pleasure he was giving me. He spanked me in retaliation, but I was determined and soon I was holding the wheel as I whimpered and squeezed his titanium dick rhythmically. We didn't stop until we were both too tired to go on. My body was still dripping slowly. But it was just a matter of time before I would fall asleep. Something about having so much sperm in me at one time always had my body shutting down to process him. The next time we did it in the car, we would have to remember to bring towels.

"Almost, Babygirl. Just one more time and we can stop for the night. You ready to put me to sleep, baby?" I mustered my remaining energy and immediately started sheathing him over and over again. I might even have pulled that one last orgasm out of him. Either way, we both exploded at the same time. I whimpered as oblivion claimed me. The steering wheel was surprisingly warm and comfortable.

Steele

Who knew what a closet submissive my little one was! She was so happy to pleasure me with her pliant pussy and down for whatever when we were alone. I burped and turned off the heated steering wheel, determined to get her in the house without breaking our connection. We were both mostly dressed, but I wanted more in the morning and the fastest way to get it was if she practiced her kegels on me overnight. I'd wake up horny and so would she. Luckily, we didn't have leftovers to take in the house. Mom made just enough for all of us to eat our fill. I could use something to eat after fucking her like that, but I could wait until morning. As much as I wanted food, I wanted her more. I turned off my SUV and carried her into the house, so glad that the rooms were connected. A couple of us were going clubbing tomorrow night and all I could think of was fucking her in the bathroom stalls or maybe right on the dance floor.

Damn! Who was insatiable? I had to have her every time I could. And I really wanted her for my wife. The way she let me please her was amazing. She was amazing. The only thing I hadn't worked out was how to propose and how to make it so that I wasn't copying anyone with the wedding ceremony. There were only so many times the Masons could rent the warehouses in the warehouse district. Though we'd probably have to since her family was huge too. Sheeba squirmed and squeezed my dick in her sleep, making my head swim. That was another reason I liked sleeping inside her body. She dreamed of me, dreamed of the things I did to her. And when she was dreaming of me, her body was quick to let me know it. Christ, I loved this woman!

Did Gloria really think she could come between us? That I would give up this perfection, this bliss for her and her standard two positions? God, Sheeba let me do whatever I wanted with her! She trusted me with all of her and did not have to be in control to orgasm. I'd worked hard to keep Gloria satisfied, but she'd stifled me throughout our relationship. She'd given me such bullshit notions of what a girl wants. Hefsiba's re-education was pleasant as well as informative. I'd stick with her no matter what.

I carried her up to our bedroom since the sofa bed was still damp from our love session before going to my Mom's. She'd made the bed after showering, likely thinking we would be together again after the dinner. Not that she was wrong, but I was impatient as fuck to have her. I still was. I could feel myself growing inside of her, aroused by the magic that was her. She beguiled me, and she did it effortlessly.

"Baby?" she said sleepily from under me. I smiled as she opened her legs and angled her butt up to me on the bed. I kissed her ear, nipped the side of her throat and stood up so I could pleasure her again. She groaned and her head dropped to the bed, which was my body's signal to begin. Soon she was groaning her pleasure into the bed, squirting her love all over my belly.

"You good, Babygirl?" I panted as I nutted in her yet again. She was at the perfect, addictive angle to thrust into her softness. I slipped into her repeatedly, massaging her butt so she'd grasp my slippery cock with those inner muscles that were driving me insane. I slowed down a bit to see what she'd do. A plaintive whine sounded out and she gripped my phallus from the inside, pushing up against me. I groaned and released with a purring sigh, speeding up and leaning forward to finger her nub. She bucked, waking up a little bit more to pump on me. "That's right, Sheeba. Let me rock your world. I need to have you at this angle. You feel so good, like you were made for my magic stick." I kept murmuring into her ear, telling her how she thrilled me and how much I enjoyed her tight little body. She shivered and shook against me, leaking that precious nectar of hers into my hand as I fingered her furiously.

"O-oh God! I need… I need you, Steele! Please don't stop!" She lapsed into incoherent gibberish after that, but I understood enough of what she wanted to reassure her as I fucked her juicy center. We were dripping off the side of the bed. It was just what I needed and I indulged, allowing her to massage the entirety of my member as I pushed her over and over the edge. She was cumming her brains out and I wasn't too far behind her. Then she pumped me at the perfect angle and I slammed myself into her, shuddering as I filled her with my seed. It amazed me how much sperm I put in her in a day. Yet another misconception Gloria had left me with. It wasn't wrong or shameful to want to empty all of my seed into the one I loved. That evil woman had never bothered to satisfy me. She was selfish in every way imaginable during our intimate moments, then would complain to whoever she was shacked up with about my poor sexual performances.

As if demanding my full attention while she fucked me, she clamped onto my meat at that perfect angle again and screamed her own release. I leaned over and rolled and rubbed her clit, pumping into her to prolong her orgasm. It was so intense, I forgot to breathe for a few seconds as I spurted in her. She twisted her head and kissed the breath out of me until black spots danced in my eyes. That's when I remembered and took a few deep breaths. I was spent, but I kept pumping so she could finish. She cried out loud and proud as she squirmed and spewed the last of her nectar onto me. Sheeba had no shame when it came to showing me what was in her heart. She coated my lower body with her nectar. I exploded one last time, joining her in ecstasy and we both collapsed on the bed. I was still shaking as I got her under the covers. I then grabbed a towel to clean us up. Still trembling at her power over me, but content with her submission, I gathered her to me, rocking her gently until I slipped into slumber.