Mack Daddy

  Looking up toward the bathroom ceiling, I silently thanked him.

  You did good.

  Frankie and I stayed holed up inside my apartment for a few days. I was slowly coming out of my funk with a renewed determination to get my life—our lives—in order.

  We finally ended up venturing out to go shopping for the apartment. Cleaning out HomeGoods, we purchased lamps, pillows, candles, artwork and other household items.

  After spending the entire afternoon sprucing up the place, my cold apartment was finally looking like a home. I realized it had never really been terrible; it had only seemed that way because it was empty, a reflection of how I was feeling. Suddenly, it was a warm, inviting place. I also wanted to christen every room with her in the worst way.

  That night, we took our dirty clothing to the laundromat just down the road. It was situated on the first floor of a small housing complex.

  We were both standing side by side with our arms crossed, watching the clothes flying around the dryer. It was dark out, and we were lucky to have the entire joint to ourselves.

  “After all these years…how did we end up in this place, doing laundry together again?” I asked.

  “It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? So much time can go by, so much has changed, and yet here we are. The exact same situation.”

  “Except back then, we’d go upstairs to our separate rooms, and I would have to jerk away all of my sexual frustration. Tonight, I get to take you home and have my way with you. I much prefer Laundry 2.0.”

  “I wanted you so badly back then,” she said.

  “That thought makes me crazy. I’m getting horny just thinking about how it used to feel wanting you and feeling as though I would never have you. It was unbearable sometimes. You seemed so inexperienced and innocent back then. I remember just wanting to lift you up against the washer, wrap your legs around me, and fuck you until you couldn’t talk.”

  “Or walk.” She winked.

  “That, too.” I moved in to suck on her bottom lip, slowly releasing it. “But we were too good. We never gave in to our feelings.”

  “I had it so badly for you that I used to get off from just being near you, talking to you, listening to your voice. Any contact at all would make me wet. We would just be hanging out down in that basement, and my panties would be soaked.”

  Damn.

  “I’m glad I didn’t know that at the time.” Pressing my erection into her, I said, “Tell me more though.”

  “Actually, I have a confession. I think you’ll appreciate it,” she said.

  “Is this gonna require us having to abandon our shit to head to my car?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I can only hope so.” I kissed her then spoke low over her mouth, “Say what you were gonna say.”

  She bit her lip. “One time…I stole a pair of your boxers and put them on. I masturbated in them until I came.”

  “Are you screwing with me?”

  “No.”

  “That’s fucking hot. What else did you do, you little deviant?”

  “I’d touch myself in your bed when you’d go away to D.C.”

  “No shit? I could’ve sworn I smelled you on my sheets sometimes.”

  “Yup. That was me. I would get off just from your scent. I’d pretend you were with me, and I’d come, sometimes multiple times rolling around in your sheets.”

  “You’re killing me right now. Tell me more.”

  “One time, we were watching TV, and you fell asleep next to me. Your shoulder was only barely touching mine. But I started to rub my clit right next to you while you were sleeping.”

  “Holy shit. And I had no clue. Damn girl, you were like a chronic masturbator back then.”

  Her cheeks were turning pink. “I was.”

  “I missed all of that. We need to rectify it. I want to live out that boxer fantasy.”

  “Maybe later we will.”

  Looking around before placing my hands on her ass and squeezing it hard, I said, “No. I don’t think it can wait.”

  Frankie’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “Here?”

  I kissed her neck then reached for a pair of my underwear that was in the batch already folded in our basket. “Yes. I want you to put on my boxers, and I want to watch you getting yourself off right next to me. Except I’m not gonna be asleep like a fool. I’m gonna watch every second while I rub one off and come right along with you.”

  “And where are we supposed to do that here?”

  “We’re pretty good at making due in supply closets. That one right over there is open. The dude who’s working is too busy playing on his phone. He won’t even notice us in there.”

  She was adamant. “I can’t.”

  “I’ll tell you what, if it has a lock, then we do it. If it doesn’t, we wait until we get home.”

  I walked over to check and found that it did have a lock. With a goofy smile on my face, I gave her a thumbs-up.

  Returning to her, I smiled. “Bingo!”

  “He’s looking right over at us. I can’t do it.”

  Scratching my chin, I said, “Hang on.”

  She watched as I walked over to the attendant and had a brief conversation with him.

  “What did you just do?” she asked upon my return.

  “I slipped him a fifty. He agreed to let us go upstairs to his apartment.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “I’m helping the economy.”

  “You’re helping the economy by watching me masturbate in your underwear in some strange man’s bed?”

  “I told him we’d been apart for eight years and needed a place to be alone so that we could have sex for the first time.”

  “He thinks we haven’t had sex yet?”

  “It’s just a minor detail. I figured he’d be more likely to go for it.”

  I grabbed a towel before leading her up a steep stairwell to the stranger’s apartment. We walked through the dated kitchen until we found the bedroom. I placed the towel down over the bed, knowing that would make her feel better.

  “Take off your pants.” I playfully threw the gray boxers at her. “Show me how you used to get off in these.”

  She slowly removed her underwear, showcasing the pussy I’d shaved bare just last night. My mouth watered as she then slipped my boxers up her slim thighs.

  “Lie back on the bed.”

  Frankie bent her head back and closed her eyes as she slipped her two fingers through the crotch opening and began to move them around in a small circular motion. Wanting to just soak it in for a few minutes, I pretended to be a voyeur looking in on an act that I wasn’t meant to witness. I’d taken off my shirt but just stood there with my jeans still covering my full erection. My hands were on my waist as I specifically forced myself to resist the need to interfere. The reward would be so much greater that way.

  When I started to notice the wetness seeping through the fabric of the boxers she was wearing, it became impossible to restrain myself. Unbuckling, I let my pants fall to the ground before stepping out of them and walking slowly toward her.

  She wriggled her hips as she continued to get herself off. Standing at the edge of the bed, I began to stroke my slick cock just inches away from her, my gaze fixated on the motion of her fingers and the slight whimpers of pleasure coming from her mouth.

  As she watched me jerking off, she licked her lips and rubbed herself even faster. Feeling like I was going to come, I let go of my cock and walked over to the foot of the bed before crawling toward her. The only thing better than the site of her pleasuring herself in my underwear was being able to slide them down her legs and taste the fruit of her arousal.

  My tongue lashed out as my mouth devoured her swollen clit. With the towel still under her, she pulled on my hair to guide my face over her.

  I groaned over her skin, “Take off your shirt, because after you come on my face, I want to come all over your tits.”

  After she quickly did as I said, she gri
pped my hair tighter and pushed her hips into my mouth as she climaxed. My tongue swirled around her delicious mound, enjoying every last drop of her.

  I waited for her breathing to slow down before moving up to hover over her. Enjoying the view of her glassy eyes for a moment, I smiled before lowering my mouth to hers, so turned on knowing that she could taste herself on my tongue.

  Needing to come, I placed my cock in between her gorgeous teardrop-shaped breasts and began to fuck them. She squeezed her tits over my dick as I slid back and forth. I could tell she was getting anxious about getting out of the strange apartment, so I let go, releasing my hot load all over her creamy skin. She was covered in my cum when I lowered my chest down onto hers and kissed her with all my might.

  We did our best to hide the evidence before putting our clothes back on.

  When we reemerged downstairs, the laundromat employee gave us a knowing nod. I returned it with a thankful smile. It felt so good to feel human again.

  Pulling Frankie into a kiss, I said, “Thank you for bringing me back to Earth. I was starting to get sucked into a very bad place. I’d forgotten just how amazing life can be when you have someone who loves you by your side, even in the midst of a difficult time. I know we haven’t dealt with the tough stuff yet, but you’ve managed to make me forget about it for a few days. And I really needed to recharge before handling it all.”

  “I’m here for the long haul, you know—the good days and the bad days.”

  “The fact that you’re willing to take this chance with me despite everything that’s happened means everything.”

  “We’re gonna fix this,” she said, wrapping her palms around my face and scratching the stubble. “Are you ready to hear my plan about how to deal with your father?”

  My beautiful woman had such a determined look on her face. I was curious about what she had cooked up in that pretty little head.

  “Yeah.”

  “We’re gonna give him some of his own medicine, and we need everyone to be involved.” She looked so confident as she took a shirt out of the dirty pile and sniffed it.

  “Did you just smell my dirty shirt?”

  “Maybe.” She smiled impishly.

  Some things never change, and I was damn grateful for that right now.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Mack and I were standing in front of his father’s D.C. office building. We had called an urgent family meeting which also included Torrie.

  Torrie was the last to arrive. Mack’s mother, Vivienne, and sister, Michaela, kept their distance and wouldn’t even look in her direction.

  “Looks like we’re all here,” Mack said. “We should head inside.”

  Michael Morrison was sitting behind his large wooden desk and swiveled the chair around to face us. He was expecting a meeting with Mack and me but wasn’t expecting to see his wife, daughter, and Torrie.

  “What is this…an intervention?”

  Mack answered, “It’s the final meeting you’ll ever have to have with me.”

  Mack’s father was more fair-skinned than his son; Mack definitely looked more like his mother.

  He turned to me. “It’s good to meet you, Miss O’Hara.”

  “I would say it’s nice to meet you, too, but I’m sorry it’s going to take a lot more than one day to warm up to you, sir.”

  “I’m glad you finally decided to see me, son. I can imagine what you’ve been thinking.”

  Mack put his arm around me. “I’m only here because of her. I don’t want to hear what you have to say, your excuses. I’m not here to talk about those horrible images that my mother had to witness. I’m just here to tell you where things stand with us—with all of us.”

  “Alright.”

  “I think there’s no disputing that your number one priority has always been your reputation…the public’s perception of you. That’s never going to change. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it’s that you can’t change people. You’re a selfish man. You take whatever you want regardless of what it means for others.”

  He said nothing as Mack’s attention turned toward Torrie.

  “Torrie, I don’t really know what to make of you. Jonah’s been saying you’ve been crying. You obviously have some regret. I don’t think you’re a horrible person deep down nor do I believe you’re totally at fault for what happened. You’re partly right when you say I never gave you the affection that you needed. I was in love with someone else, and I guess I didn’t do a very good job of hiding the fact that my heart wasn’t in it with you. In the meantime, you fell under the spell of a powerful yet corrupt man, who happens to be my father. He manipulated you. Since I can’t detach myself from you because you’re my son’s mother, I want to try to learn to forgive you, provided we come to an understanding today.”

  With tears forming in her eyes, Torrie simply nodded.

  “Let me just make one thing very clear off the bat. I don’t want to have to pursue a paternity test. Jonah is my son. I’m the only father he knows. I don’t want him ever doubting my love for him. If I ever decide to tell him about the possibility that his grandfather is actually his father, it will ideally be when he’s much older, unless you force me to do it sooner.”

  Mack didn’t really have any intention of putting Jonah through a test, but we wanted his father to believe he did. So, we were counting on this threat working.

  “What does that mean?” his father asked.

  Michaela intercepted, “I have the video and naked photos of Torrie. I will go to the press with them if you don’t agree to our terms. Your political career will be over. The press will have a field day with the fact that you had a torrid affair with your son’s girlfriend and that you could potentially be the father of your own grandson.”

  Not really seeming surprised by the threat, Michael asked, “What are your terms?”

  “First, you give Mother whatever she asks for in the divorce,” Michaela said.

  Vivenne spoke for the first time. “By the way, I’m filing for divorce.” Apparently, she hadn’t announced that until now.

  Michaela held her mother’s hand and continued, “She keeps the family house, and you make sure everything is handled as quickly and seamlessly as possible.”

  Michael tapped his pen against the desk. “I suppose there’s more?”

  “Yes, there is,” Mack said. “The information you uncovered about Frankie’s biological father will be concealed. You will do everything in your power to protect her and to keep that information as private as possible, which, in turn, protects Jonah because Frankie’s going to be living with us. You keep the three of us out of your political endeavors altogether. We want nothing to do with any of it.”

  Torrie spoke up for the first time. “What exactly do you mean when you say Jonah’s going to be living with you? You’re not taking him away from me.”

  “Nothing will change in terms of our custody arrangement during the week, but I don’t want him with nannies anymore during the day. I will pick him up after school and keep him with me until you get home from work.”

  She didn’t argue with that.

  “Are there any more conditions?” his father asked.

  “Yes. You keep your distance from my son, and you accept that I have no intention of questioning my role as his father.”

  Michael nodded once then said, “Are we finished?”

  “There is one more condition,” Mack’s sister said. “You seek therapy. I don’t know how you will go about keeping it private, but figure out a way. You’re a narcissist, and you need help.”

  After a long silence that seemed to go on forever, the stern politician rubbed his eyes and said, “I agree to these terms.”

  “Good,” Michaela said. “I hope you can heal yourself. I really do. Your career will come to an end someday, and then what will you have left? Mom and us kids will have each other, and what will you have?”

  Everyone wa
ited with bated breath for his answer until he finally said, “I hope to have your forgiveness someday.”

  “That will depend on your actions moving forward,” she said.

  He looked his daughter in the eyes. “Understood.”

  Mack had enough. He stood up from his seat. “Goodbye, Dad.”

  I followed him outside.

  He had paused at the front steps. The wind was blowing through his hair.

  I came up behind him and said, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I feel amazingly free.” He smiled. “Welcome to my crazy family.”

  “Hey, you’re forgetting. I come from crazy stock, too, apparently. So, I’ll fit right in.”

  “Good. Maybe together we can cancel the crazy out.” Mack gave me a chaste kiss.

  The sight of Torrie’s long legs approaching us interrupted our moment. We both turned to face her.

  She cleared her throat. “I just wanted to say that I’m deeply sorry for how everything has turned out.”

  “Everything has turned out great, actually.” Mack said. “I couldn’t be happier with how things have turned out.”

  She addressed me. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry for what I did to you with the letter. I understand what it feels like now to be on the receiving end of blackmail, and it’s not fun. I was feeling desperate when I sent you that correspondence. I know I have a lot of work to do, and while I don’t expect you to forgive me, I just need you to know that I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused.”

  Looking over at Mack, she said, “Please come inside to the house when you drop Jonah off from now on. That’s all I ask. I want him to believe that things are going to be okay, even if we have a long way to go. I know you think I’m pure evil at this point, but I do truly care about my son’s perception of the situation.”

  Oddly, I believed that she did.

  “I can do that…for him,” Mack said.

  “And I’m not going to make trouble for you, Francesca. If you’re going to be around Jonah, then we need to at least be cordial, even if you and Mack both hate me deep down. I really do want him to see us all getting along, even if it’s an illusion.”