Chapter 1299
"I should probably just head home, Daisy," Kevin hesitated. He was close to both Daisy and Laura, but staying overnight at their house felt… strange.
"Oh, come on, Kevin, don't be silly." Daisy rolled her eyes playfully. "Relax. Laura's dad's in Starfall Town for a conference. He won't be back tonight."
Kevin felt a surge of relief. His primary concern had been Oliver. He'd been intimate with both Daisy and Laura, and although it hadn't hurt Oliver directly, the guilt, the fear of discovery, gnawed at him.
They got out of the car. As Daisy unlocked the front door, she bent down to retrieve Kevin's slippers. Her wide-legged black silk pants clung to her curves, her pert bottom arched elegantly, revealing a glimpse of delicate lace underwear. Her full, rounded derriere swayed enticingly, like a ripe peach, tempting the eye, begging to be touched.
Kevin froze, staring at the captivating sway of her hips, swallowing hard.
Daisy, turning and catching Kevin's gaze, smiled seductively. "Like what you see? I can show you more later."
The trip to Oceancrest City had changed the dynamic between Daisy and Kevin. Before, Daisy had adopted a maternal role, guiding and nurturing him. Whether it was showing him her body or helping him with his… explorations, it had been about satisfying his curiosity and physical needs. But the intimacy at the amusement park had awakened something within her. She saw him less as a boy now, and more as a man. Their relationship was shifting, moving from nurturing guidance towards mutual attraction, a deeper emotional connection.
This shift, of course, was dangerous, a slippery slope. Daisy knew the potential consequences, but the thrill, the forbidden nature of it, was intoxicating. As a middle-aged woman, her marriage and career had plateaued. There were no challenges, no surprises. Life had become predictable, monotonous.
Her days were filled with routine: breakfast for Oliver and Laura, grocery shopping, housework, laundry, lunch preparation, afternoon yoga, dinner preparation, evening television, helping Laura with her violin practice, and then… sleep. The same cycle, day in and day out.
Even her sex life with Oliver had become stale and predictable. No matter how she dressed, how much expensive French perfume she wore, how seductive the lingerie, how soft the music, she couldn't ignite any passion in him. Sometimes, she'd have to spend half an hour… coaxing him, only for him to finish in a matter of minutes, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled.
That night on the couch at the Emerald Oasis, when Kevin had lunged at her, sucking on her nipple, grinding against her, she'd felt a jolt of electricity, a surge of excitement she hadn't felt in years. His clumsy eagerness, his youthful energy, had made her feel young again. If he weren't so young… she might have thrown caution to the wind and indulged her desires.
"Uh… thanks, Daisy, but… maybe not," Kevin stammered, shaking his head. He was terrified that if Laura discovered the ambiguous nature of his relationship with her mother, given her volatile personality, it could push her over the edge.
Daisy immediately regretted her words. She was, after all, the wife of a middle school principal, the Deputy Director of the Harmony County Dance Troupe, one of the famed "Four Beauties." Making suggestive comments to a teenage boy was inappropriate, especially with Audrey missing.
Seeing Kevin's discomfort, Daisy felt a twinge of annoyance, as if he were rejecting her advances. "Fine, Kevin. Just kidding." She turned and walked towards the living room, her full hips swaying more pronouncedly than before.
Laura, hearing their arrival, emerged from her bedroom, surprised to see Kevin. Daisy, downplaying Audrey's disappearance, simply explained that Kevin would be staying the night and asked Laura to show him to the guest room.
Daisy went to her bedroom, removed her cardigan, unbuttoned her silk pants, letting them pool around her ankles. She lifted a foot to step out of the pants, revealing long, shapely legs encased in sheer thigh-high stockings, giving them a smooth, sensual sheen. She unhooked her bra, tossing the black lace onto the pillow. Her full, round breasts jiggled gently. Despite her regular yoga practice, at forty-something, gravity had begun to take its toll. Her breasts weren't as perky as Audrey's. Her nipples were a deep cherry red, surrounded by perfectly proportioned, light brown areolas.
She was still quite proud of her breasts. Among her peers, aside from her rival, Willow, she had little competition. She often saw Willow at the yoga studio. They maintained a cordial façade, but beneath the surface, there was a constant competition: who had the better figure, the smaller waist, the firmer buttocks, the perkier breasts. It had been an ongoing rivalry for years, with no clear victor.
Daisy bent to roll down her stockings, her large, full breasts swaying gently. Her smooth, white legs emerged, now clad only in a delicate lace thong that hugged her full hips and thick pubic mound.
She walked to the vanity mirror, unpinned her hair, letting it cascade down her back and over her white shoulders. She lifted one leg, pressing the sole of her foot against her inner thigh, and brought her hands together in a yoga pose between her breasts. Her flat stomach tightened, revealing faint vertical muscle lines flanking her navel, extending upwards towards the base of her breasts.
This was her "ab line," the result of two years of dedicated effort. It wasn't as defined as a fitness model's, but given her naturally curvy figure and her age, she was proud of it. Willow, at least, had never managed to achieve an ab line.
Daisy caressed her abdominal muscles, then patted her still-firm buttocks. Despite this, a wave of resentment washed over her. She worked hard to maintain her physique, hoping to please Mark, but he seemed increasingly distant, preoccupied with work, meetings, overtime, barely noticing her.
All this effort, all this work to hold back the tide of time, to improve her marriage… was it all for nothing? Was middle-aged love truly a lost cause? Perhaps this explained her fascination with Kevin, her lapse in judgment. For a middle-aged woman, long starved of sexual satisfaction, her body was like tinder, waiting for a spark.
Daisy pulled a dark cotton nightgown from her closet and slipped it on. Emerging from the bedroom, she found Laura and Kevin sitting on the couch, talking quietly, seemingly comfortable in each other's company. A pang of guilt struck her. She felt like an intruder in Laura's happiness, though she reassured herself that she harbored no ill intentions.
Seeing Daisy, Laura straightened up, putting some distance between herself and Kevin, a shy blush coloring her cheeks.
Daisy sat beside Laura. "Laura, did you get the guest room ready?" she asked, smiling.
"Yep, all set," Laura replied, smiling back. "I even gave Kevin my piggy pillow."
"Kevin's not a little boy anymore. He doesn't need a stuffed animal," Daisy chuckled, then, seeing Kevin's quiet contemplation, she softened her tone. "Kevin, go take a hot bath and get some rest. Whatever's troubling you, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay, Daisy." Kevin stood and headed towards the bathroom. He undressed, and as he placed his clothes on the shelf, he noticed Daisy's discarded underwear and bra. They emanated a strong, feminine scent, a few pubic hairs still clinging to the fabric. Ordinarily, this would have aroused him, but his worry about Audrey dampened any flicker of desire. He carefully placed his clothes on a lower shelf, turned on the shower full blast, and let the hot water cascade over him, as if washing away his anxieties.
He'd only been separated from Audrey for a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime. Mark had said there had been several missing women in Harmony County, that Audrey might be one of them, but Kevin couldn't process it. It all seemed too unreal, too coincidental. He clung to the hope that she was simply angry with him, trying to make him worry. Maybe she'd gone back to her hometown.
Audrey, where are you? Please come back. I miss you. Kevin closed his eyes, tears mixing with the shower water. He had maintained a brave face for Daisy, but now, alone, the fear overwhelmed him. He'd never been this scared. He was terrified that he might never see her again.
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