Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Well… you don’t think I spend any time at Mario’s?” he asked, “My girls do shows and signings there all the time. I… saw you one night. Couldn’t believe it was you. I was going to come over and talk to you, but didn’t want to embarrass you.

Figured things would have to be pretty tough if you were working there. So was kind of waiting to hear from you.” He put the can down, “No place for you to be working Vicky.”

“No, its not.” I added.

“Although you do have the body for it, you looked as good if not better than any of those girls. Look damn good right now.”

“Thank you.”

“Funny how life works.” He leaned back further. “We always want what we can’t have. I’ve had sex with some of the most desirable women in the world, Nikki Sinn, Tori Star, Nina, Jenna, all of them. But yet…” He looked her up and down, “Yet a woman like you eludes me.”

“Because I wasn’t paid to fuck you.” Mom gave him a nasty look.

“Oh, I was talking about for fun, trust me, porn is not all work and there is some fun to be had afterwards. But… you know…” he stopped and looked my way as if he had forgotten I was there…”Never mind.”

“He knows about that, his father made sure he knew.”

“Oh.” Malcolm shrugged, “Guess I know why I got that remark when you first showed up.”

“Back to now.” Mom said quickly. “I need money, Malcolm. Enough to get me through the next six months of living plus enough to catch up on the mortgage and pay the first installment of Ryan’s next year of school.”

“Forget school.” I said.

“No, never forget school.” Uncle surprised me by saying. “Ryan, I got lucky. I did well because I somehow fell in with a bad crowd and made good out of it. Most aren’t so lucky, you need an education.”

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“How much are you thinking?”

Mom took a deep breath before saying, “Twenty five and you get it back in six months. The pension is worth fifty.”

Malcolm nodded, but didn’t say anything. I sat there with my hands clenched, knowing damn well that he had the money, that it was nothing to him and also knowing he was making mom wait on purpose. Mom looked calm, sitting back with her hands in her lap. But below the desk, where uncle couldn’t see, her foot was tapping, something she always did when she was nervous.

“The amount isn’t an issue for me, Vicky.” Uncle finally answered, “But it is for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, you borrow this and get by and Joe’s pension comes through. Do you have anything to roll it into?”

“No, and I need all of it anyway.” She replied.

“So you get fifty, pay me half, get killed in taxes the next year… you’ll be in this same bind within a year.”

“I’ll worry about that then.” Mom stated, “And the lean would be paid by then and I can borrow off the house if need be.”

“Not with just your income from the salon.”

“I’ll…”

“Now on the other hand…” he tapped his long thick fingers on his desk. “If I were to simply give you the money as a gift? You keep all the pension, roll some of it into a short term CD that pays out in two years you should be okay right through Ryan graduating. No?”

“Yes.” She nodded, “If you were to give it to me.” She paused. “But nothing is free with you is it Malcolm?”

“Not true. Your stubborn husband was offered two opportunities from me at no cost. I wanted nothing but to see my only family taken care of and he did not want to be involved with my company, he was too good for me, always mocked me. Porn is not a noble business, but it pays well and…” he grinned, “Maybe even as significant as being a book keeper which is all he was, but judged me.”

“So I pay for the issues you two had?” Mom countered.

“I will only be slapped so many times.”

“I never slapped you down, Malcolm. If Joe wanted to work for you in an office capacity I would have never cared.”

“You have slapped me however.” He grinned.

“When you put your hand on the bride’s thigh under the table at the reception you should expect to be slapped” Mom reminded him.

“True, I drank too much back then.”

“So, are you going to help us Uncle?” I cut in, “You know your nephew, your nieces…”

“Guilt doesn’t work on me, Ryan.” Uncle said calmly.

“What does?” I asked, “Other than sex?”

“Sex… is everything, Ryan, in one form or another lust and sex drive and shape more than you think.”

“Ignore him.” Mom told me without looking my way.

“I expect that answer seeing you were married to a guy with no drive in any way.” Malcolm told her. “You were always more then he could handle and I know you held back. You’re the kind of woman men wish their wives could be and he took you for granted sexually.”

“How the hell do you know what my sex life was like?” Mom snapped, “You think everyone has to act like one of your sluts for it to be good?”

“A slut with love in her heart is the perfect combination.” He laughed, “And your response told me I am right.”

“The money.” I cut in again, “Will you help or should we leave before my mother hits you?”

“I am willing to help you and you don’t have to pay me back. But it’s going to be earned.”

“How?” I spoke before mom could.

“She knows.” Uncle said, quietly.

“Ryan, go wait out in the lobby, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Bullshit!” I shouted, slamming my fist on the desk, “You are not fucking my mother!”

“Ryan!” Mom stared at me angrily.

“Well he’s not.” I pointed at Uncle, “My mother is not for sale, and my father was right, you’re a fucking pig.”

“Ryan, shut up.” Mom yelled grabbing my arm, “Get out now, what I do is my business.”

“Let him go.” Uncle said, still surprisingly calm.

“I…”

“Vicky, let him go, he can stay.”

Mom released me and Uncle spoke softly.

“Ryan I understand how you feel. Your mom is the world to you, especially now. I take no offense at what you said, in fact I am proud of you. I assure you that I am not looking to have sex with your mother. Having said that however, sex will be involved.”

“What… what are you talking about?” I asked.

“I ask that the two of you hear me out. I have a deal for you. One that benefits us both; you financially; while allowing me to fulfill the only fantasy that has so far eluded me.”

“Forget it.” I waved my hand, “Sex and my mother are off the table, we’re…”

“I’ll hear you out.” Mom shot me a look, “Stay or leave, your choice, but I’m staying.”

“He needs to stay.” Uncle said.

“Fine.” I slumped back into the chair. “This should be interesting.”

“That’s not the word I would use.” Uncle tapped his chin in thought then spoke. “First let me say that as I have gotten older my fantasies change, just like everyone else. Difference is I have lived most normal fantasies people have so look to more taboo things to explore.”

He pointed at Mom, “At one point a few years back the idea of in laws appealed to me; mother in law scenarios, sister in law. That family bond without it truly being family. It took hold of me after watching a subpar sister in law video and I ended up bringing in writers to script better ones and launched my close to home line.”

“And I take it about the time you offered my father money to bang my mother?”

“How crude.” He laughed, “But you can relax that fantasy has runs its course and… like every other time I’ve tried to hide it behind something else, my true fantasy came back and I still crave to see it come to life, well recreated actually, the true one is impossible.”

“I doubt in your line of work anything is impossible.” Mom pointed out.

“Not true.” He paused, “I tell you this at the risk of serious embarrassment and I will say if I ever hear this mentioned anywhere I know where it came from because only one other person knew and he… was my brother and no longer here to tell.”

“Joe told me everything.”

“No, he didn’t. Trust me.”

“Not lightly.”

“Vicky, what do you know of my mother?”

“Not much, she died of complications a few months after she had a stroke You guys were in your late teens when she passed right?”

“My mother was a gorgeous woman. The perfect woman.” He looked at me, “Ryan do you know why a mother is the ultimate woman?”

“I… because they love us no matter what? They’ll do anything for us?”

“Good points and part of the answer. Ryan, a mother is the embodiment of the goddess, they are everything to men. Loving, nurturing mother to their children, loyal daughters, caring sisters, and not just the lifelong companion and best friend to their husbands, but they are also objects of lust.”

“Those sweet mom’s when their kids are in bed become their husband’s whore in the bedroom. There is nothing more sexual than an attractive mother who feeds the needs of men in so many ways.”

“Milf fantasies?” I rolled my eyes.

“No, Ryan a milf is a mother I’d like to fuck.” He paused. “I wanted my mother.”

“You what?” Mom gasped.

“I… once when I was snooping around in my dad’s drawer looking for his dirty magazines-and I want to add Joe sent me in there- I found them, but beneath were some pictures of my mother. The first one was her lying naked in the bed. Joe was watching out in the hallway for my parents so I put the pictures in my pocket and grabbed a magazine. Joe and I looked at the magazine, but I never said anything about the pictures.”

“When he went to bed, I snuck down to the basement where I could be alone and looked at them.” His eyes had a faraway look, as if he were envisioning the pictures as he spoke. “The first few were just nude poses. But the rest? My mother going down on my father, her beneath him while he fucked her, her on top of him. I was eighteen and had seen my share of dirty movies at a friend’s house and had even had sex myself at that point.”