Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Hi, I’m Ben. Daniel’s neighbor. I’m picking him up for his mom.” he said.

The woman was likely in her forties and super buff. Obviously she’d put in a lot of hours on hardening her muscles and losing body fat. There wasn’t an ounce of it on her and she was displaying quite a bit of that toned body wearing her spandex workout clothes. Her short brunette hair hung down and curled in at her neck. She had piercing but lovely pale blue eyes and a strong nose, definitely the most prominent features on her face.

“Ah yes, he mentioned that you’d be by. Please come in. I’m Gwen.” the woman said. Ben stepped inside and immediately felt the heat. The furnace must have been cranked up so she could walk around the house dressed semi-naked like that. He slipped his jacket off of his shoulders and held it in one hand.

She passed her eyes hesitantly over his chest muscles filling his shirt so well then turned her head and yelled down the hall. “Boys! Pack up your stuff Daniel, Jr! It’s time to go, honey.”

“We call him Daniel now.” Ben said.

“What?” Gwen asked.

“We don’t say Jr. anymore. Just Daniel.” Ben corrected her gently.

“His name when he was born was Daniel, Jr. Why isn’t that good enough now?” she pushed.

“Since the passing of his father, his and his mother’s wishes are to call him Daniel. So that is what we do. It’s about respect.” Ben explained quietly. He was becoming a little annoyed with her belligerence.

“His father now there’s a piece of work!” she growled.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let’s start over. Hi, my name is Ben. I am here to pick up my neighbor’s son Daniel. Not to be disrespectful. Not to speak ill of the dead. Just a friendly little visit while he collects his stuff.” Ben said exasperatedly.

“Sorry, I’ve been a little on edge this weekend. Daniel told me all about your… situation and I gotta tell you I’m not impressed.” she began with the apology but ended with aggression again.

“My situation?” Ben asked, puzzled.

“You’re dating his mom. And your other neighbor. And you have a live in slave.” she said jabbing him in the chest with a finger as her face flushed with anger.

“WHOA! Hold on there! I DO NOT HAVE A SLAVE!” Ben growled back. Daniel showed up with his friend Rick with at that moment. Both were wide eyed. Ben turned to Daniel. “Did you call Tina a slave?” he asked incredulously.

“No, I said you live with a submissive.” Daniel replied calmly.

“Oh. Ok, thank you. Please go sit in the car. I’ll be right out.” Ben said and heard Gwen choke on her anger.

“Rick, go to your room!” she said and he left. The moment he was gone she was back in Ben’s face. “What kind of example are you setting for those kids? Isn’t it bad enough that they lost their scumbag father? Now you have to treat their mother like a whore?”

Ben was rocked back by the venom in her anger. His own anger swelled but he realized a shouting match would help no one and he really didn’t have time. He took a deep cleansing breath and released his tension on the exhale.

“Gabriella is NOT a whore. She is a strong, intelligent, independent, and loving woman who loves me. I cherish her with all of my heart. I show her utmost respect because she deserves it. The woman I live with is a submissive. It wasn’t Daniel’s place to disclose her nature as that was disrespectful to Tina. She also deserves and gets my love and respect. Don’t mistake submissiveness to slavery. She has complete freedom to do as she pleases and love who she pleases and has chosen to grace my life for now. She also has a brilliant mind and a loving heart. I’m not about to waste my time trying to enlighten your closed mind. I can see you already have hate and pain in your heart. I doubt very much I was the cause that put it there but I’m very sorry you have to bear it. Good night!” He turned to leave and made it as far as the front door.

Ben’s genuine words and calm tone hit Gwen harder than his fists could have. She’d been prepared if he got physically violent. It was why she’d been working out before he arrived. Daniel had mentioned Ben relationships shortly after he’d arrived on the Friday afternoon and she’d had all weekend to build her anger. The picture she’d formed of him in her mind and the words she planned on using to confront him had raced through her head for days. She’d been expecting to confront a misogynistic bastard like her ex had been. When Ben showed up looking like her fantasies come true it had thrown her off her game a little. She rallied and had just begun her attack when he derailed her again with his sincere words. When he got to the part of being sorry about the pain in her heart it was too much for her and she collapsed to the floor and began to cry as he walked away.

Ben wanted to just leave the house but the tears of a woman had always been his Achilles heel. He turned around and walked back to the woman and knelt down beside her.

“Please don’t cry. I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings.” he said and her tears just got worse. Not knowing what else to do he did what he always did. He gathered the woman up against his chest and held her while she cried.

God, she’d missed this! To be held in the strong arms of a man who genuinely cared. She let it all out and clung to him like a life line. Five minutes later there was a gentle tap on the outer door. Ben and Gwen looked over to see Miriam looking at them curiously. Gwen rubbed her eyes and apologized as she gathered herself. Ben stood up and easily pulled Gwen to her feet. She marvelled at his strength then saw the tear stains on the shoulder of his shirt.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about your shirt! Let me get you a replacement.” she hustled away and returned in seconds with a red flannel work shirt. “It should fit. My ex was a big man too.”

Ben undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off. He wiped his shoulder with it and thanked the dazzled woman as he took the red shirt from her nerveless fingers and put it on. It fit well though he couldn’t button the few top buttons.

“Let me wash that for you.” she said plucking his tear stained shirt from his fingers. “Listen, sorry about the things I said. You’re right, there is a lot of pain and hate in my heart. Put there by the man whose shirt you’re now wearing. But he’s out of my life and you aren’t him so you didn’t deserve the anger. I don’t understand your relationships with these women but I shouldn’t have judged you.”

“It’s ok. Sorry, I have to go now as I’m picking up Gabriella from the airport. Are you going to be alright?” he asked.

She smiled putting a hand on the hard muscles of his arm and relaxed. “Yes, thank you. I’ll get this back to you this week, ok?”

“Sure. No rush.” Ben smiled and left.

As they pulled out of the driveway Miriam saw the woman standing in the front window clinging to Ben’s shirt close enough to get his scent. She recalled her mother behavior with Ben’s sweater and she gave Ben a quick worried look which he thankfully didn’t see.

They got to the arrivals area ten minutes after Gabriella’s plane arrived but she still had to go through customs.

“Daniel?” Ben said to get his attention.

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“Why were you discussing my relationships with Rick’s mother?”

“She asked who was picking me up so I told her that you were going to do it. She asked me who you were and I said that you were my mother’s boyfriend. And my neighbors boyfriend. And you lived with Tina who is a submissive.” the boy said in a matter of fact tone.

“I see. May I request that you refrain from mentioning Tina’s submissive nature in future conversations? It wasn’t respectful to her to mention it to someone she doesn’t know. People form incorrect opinions of Tina before they get to know her if you apply a label that most people don’t understand.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! That makes sense. Thank you, Ben!”

“While we are discussing social etiquette, perhaps it will be easier for people if you conclude your description of who I am by just mentioning my relationship with your mother. I’m certainly not ashamed of any of the relationships I’m in but once again misunderstandings can be easily avoided if you restrict your descriptions to those which you are directly related to, in this case your mother. It’s much more polite as well because describing relationships you are not related to can be construed as gossip.” Ben saw the young man absorb this and nod.

“Again, this makes sense to me. Thank you, Ben!”

“No, thank you, Daniel.”

The boy smiled back at him and Ben couldn’t help think of the two cartoon gophers Mac and Tosh whose conversations were ever so polite. He was getting used to speaking with Daniel this way.

Miriam suddenly started to jump up and down and Daniel joined in. There was Gabriella walking through the doors towards them with her small suitcase and garment bag. Her face lit up with joy to see her children with Ben and she rushed forward to gather them into her arms after Ben snagged the bags from her.

“Oh Ben, this is a wonderful surprise! Thank you so much!” she gushed.

“I thought you might like to see their smiling faces tonight.” he smiled.

“Yes, I did! Now let’s get them home as they have school tomorrow.” she said and got groans from the two.

The drive home was filled with the kids telling their Mom about their weekend. Just before they got to their neighborhood Miriam mentioned Mrs. Bennett’s invitation and spotting Mrs. Adams crying on Ben.

Ben understood she was protecting her mother so he wasn’t offended. Before Gabriella could chastise Miriam for telling on Ben he spoke up.

“I mentioned to Mrs. Bennett how closely she resembled her daughter. Have you seen those two side by side? It’s uncanny. I didn’t realize that would be construed as flirting. As for Mrs. Adams, she was informed about our unique relationship by Daniel. I guess she had a bad experience with her ex-husband and said some angry things when I got there. She’s carrying some bad emotional damage so I explained why she was wrong and that I was sorry for her pain and she began to cry. I didn’t know what else to do so I hugged her.”

“She has his shirt.” Miriam added. Gabriella looked over the seat at her daughter and saw the girl mimicking the woman smelling it. Ben couldn’t see this as Miriam was seated behind him.

“She cried all over mine and it was soaked. Luckily her ex was almost the same size as me and she had a spare shirt.” Ben explained, oblivious to the looks passing between mother and daughter. Gabriella finally just smiled at Miriam who was satisfied that all was still well between her mother and Ben so she smiled back at her mother.