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Present day

HOLY SHIT. I'm going to see her again. Why did I make my life a bit harder? She probably isn't a good actress anyway, and after an interview with her, I may never have to see her again. Fuck, I'm such an idiot.

"Mom!" My youngest yells, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I realize that I'm still naked. Dammit. I jump out of bed, and grab my own clothes from the floor, before throwing them into the hamper.

I enter my walk-in closet quickly, and grab a robe, "Ma?"

Both of my daughters enter my room with big grins on their faces. Can they tell that I've gotten laid? Is it that obvious?

"Hey, girls," I attempt to smoothen the bed without making it seem obvious that someone slept there with me.

"So?" Mary beams, "how was your date with the young lady?"

I frown at them, and cross my arms over my chest, "so you two do know that she's twenty-five?"

"Of course we do," Mary says. We head downstairs, and into the kitchen. I desperately need coffee.

"Why do you two think that's a good idea?" I turn on the machine, and rub my temple. It really did get rough last night, even my back's hurting now.

"You need to spice things up, Ma. Please tell me you brought her home," Jane giggles and grabs a seat at the breakfast table.

"Jane! She's the same age as you!" They both shrug, and Mary heads into the pantry.

"Like that matters. Sex is sex," Mary mumbles. I groan and grab a coffee cup. What's wrong with my kids?

"Christopher and Ethan are coming over this weekend. You know, for your big four nine," Jane explains. I groan again, by just the thought of it. Christ, I'm getting old.

I look at Jane, and the baby bump on her stomach. She's due in a few months, and as much as I want to be a grandmother, I don't, at the same time. Who wants to be called grandma? I'll feel like a hundred when my grandkid calls me that, "no surprise party this time, please? I'm getting old, I don't need to celebrate that."

"Mom, is that your bra on the floor?" My eyes dart to where Mary is looking and I gulp. How did that get there?

"I've wanted to touch these all night," Bethany whispers, as she cups my breasts over my blouse. Her lips once again collides with mine, and they're so frickin' soft, I think that I'm in heaven.

"Mhmm," I moan so loudly, that I'm afraid I might wake the neighbours.

"You're so sexy," she kisses down my jawline, and over my cleavage. My head flings back, as she begins to pull on my bra. Both of my nipples pop out, and she grins, "very nice," she comments, causing me to shudder.

Her lips find a nipple, and gently pulls it with her teeth. Oh my, that feels too fucking good. I grip her shoulders, and slide the straps of her crop top off her shoulders. She's not wearing a bra, so I begin to feel for her breasts, only to realize that something is covering her nipples. I pull them off, and throw them to the floor, as the erectness feels warm against my fingers.

She unhooks my bra, and discards it, while we continue to play with each other. I'm so worked up. And I want her so badly.

"Let's go to my room," I suggest, taking her hand, and leading her up the stairs. She doesn't protest, which makes my excitement increase.

"It probably fell when I was doing laundry," I pick it up, and head into the laundry room. When I come back out, my girls are looking at me with the biggest smiles. Fuck my life.

Mary points to something else on the floor, "are those your nipple covers too?" I grit my teeth, and give them both a serious look. Since when do kids get to question their parents?

"For a matter of fact, yes," I grab them, and throw them into the garbage can. They're the disposable ones anyway.

"Sure, Mom," they giggle and wiggle their brows at me. For Christ's sakes, can't a grown woman have a private life?

"So this girl, are you going to see her again?" Jane proceeds to ask. I shrug nonchalantly, as I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Oh, come on, Mom, please," Mary begs, and I want to roll my eyes.

"That's none of your business," I turn and lean against the counter, as I sip my coffee.

Mary scoffs, "it's our hard work that got you that date, and you won't even give us the details?"

"Nope," I pop my lips, causing my eldest to glare at me. Sometimes they still act like their five year old selves, "fine!" I place my cup down, and fling my hands in the air, "we had sex, happy?"

Mary squeals and hollers, causing my head to ache, "that's amazing, Mom," she claps her hands, "you look like crap though, how hard did it get, huh?"

I glare at her, and walk away, wondering why I even confirmed it. I decide to take a shower, since we're going out for brunch.

Dropping my robe to the floor, and stepping into the shower, I adjust the temperature of the water and smile, before remembering that she was in there with me the night before.

"You like to get clean first, huh?" She whispers against my lips, as she pins my arms against the shower wall. The water pours over us, soaking us both. Seeing her naked is like an early birthday gift. The youthful glow of her body alone has me shivering and panting for breath. I don't want her anymore, I need her.

I move my hand over the curve of my length and sigh. Just thinking about her is getting me worked up again. I probably need to switch to a cold shower instead. Taking a glance at the clock on my bathroom wall, I notice that I have time to spare. Mary and Jane can wait an extra few minutes.

I lean against the shower wall, and close my eyes. Thinking back to our night together, I visualize the naked image of her body. My fingers begin to caress my bundle of nerves, urging my back to arch, and hand to grip onto a ledge.

"You're so sexy," I mumble against her ear, as her lips touch the insides of my thighs, "fuck, Bethany," I call her name, her fingers stroking me delicately.

"You taste amazing," she's tasted everything but my center. I look at her head in between my thighs, and as she spreads my legs wider, her lips finally meet my throbbing flesh.

"Fuck," my fingers move faster and harder, and within an instant, I'm calling her name, even though she isn't here.

"MOM, YOU have to tell us more. Does she really look the same as her profile picture?"

I stab my pancakes and sigh, "yes, she's beautiful," Mary smiles widely, "no more questions, please? Today's my only day off in months, give me a break."

"Whatever, I thought sex would loosen you up a bit, but you're still bitchy as ever," I narrow my eyes. My kids can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

"That's because some of us work almost everyday of the week, over eight hours a day," for a nineteen year old, she works pretty hard. But I love to tease her.

"I have to get up at five just to prepare things for the day!" Mary yells. She's always had a hot temper. I shrug and eat my pancakes silently, knowing that silence annoys her, "ugh," she crosses her arms over her chest, and leans back.

"Ma's just messing with you," Jane soothes her sister, as usual. I really need a vacation. One where I'm alone on a beach. My ex and I used to take a vacation together every year with the kids, but now she's got a lady friend to take those trips with instead. We get along pretty well, since our separation was amicable.

I sit back, as my thoughts drift off to Bethany. Those kissable lips won't disappear from my mind, and I'm actually excited to see her again.

"Ma? What are you thinking about?" Jane asks, causing me to blush, "about your lady friend?" She chuckles and I frown.

"Are we getting a step mommy?" Mary teases and I scoff. A step-mom? I'm not getting married again!

"No," I mumble, looking at my half-eaten pancakes, "ask your other mom about her lady friend. Maybe that woman will be your step mom," they both scrunch up their noses. They don't like Petah's girlfriend, not in the slightest.

"Petah better find someone better to get hitched with," I glare at my daughter. Mary knows that I don't approve of her calling her mother by her actual name.

Jane nudges her sister, "this one's better than the last, don't you think?"

Mary rolls her eyes, "all of them are terrible," Mary mumbles.

I sigh. They can never go easy on Petah, not since she left the family to be with someone else. But honestly, I don't hold it against her. We were falling apart long before she started cheating, and our relationship was heading to an end regardless.

"Think she's still in love with Gretel?" Jane asks. Gretel is the woman Petah cheated on me with, and I can honestly say that I'm a lot more attractive.

"Probably in love with Gretel's pussy," Mary giggles and slaps her thigh. I glare at them both, and push my plate away.

"You know just what to say to cut my appetite."

Mary looks at me apologetically, "sorry, Mommy," she mumbles, "I love you though," she pouts.

"I love you too, sweetheart," I inhale a deep breath, and look at my phone screen. I notice an email from someone. Looking at it, I realize that it's from Bethany. Oh, right, I gave her the application email, which is actually my email.

"Text from a lover?" Jane quirks a brow, and Mary smiles sheepishly.

"Just work. So tell me, how's the bakery?" I ask.

"Great!" They both beam, "everyone loves our cupcakes," Mary wraps her arm around her sister's shoulder.

"Good," I bet Bethany would love those cupcakes. Why am I still thinking about her? Ugh.

"Mom's got someone on her mind," Mary whispers to Jane, and I groan. I probably voiced my thoughts again.

"Just eat please."

"Not until you give that girl a call, and ask her out again," my youngest daughter can be so stubborn. I shake my head, and ignore her, causing her to throw a napkin at my face.

"Mary!" I yell, becoming irritated. She's too fucking childish sometimes.

"Mommy, please," she begs. She only calls me mommy when she's trying to butter me up. Does she really want me to date Bethany?

"Why are you so persistent?" My chest heaves, as I look into her sad eyes. God, why's she tearing up? "Baby, what's wrong?" I get up, and walk over to her side of the table. Kneeling down next to her, I wipe her tears away.

"I just want you to be happy," she whispers, causing my heart to ache. She's really going to make me call that girl.

"Sweetheart, I'm already happy," she shakes her head, "I've got four wonderful kids," I explain.

"It's not the same. You haven't been happy happy in a very long time," Mary responds. I sigh, as I look around the small cafe.

"She's right, Ma," Jane says, making me stand. I place my hands on Mary's shoulders, and pull her against my stomach, attempting to soothe her.

"My beautiful daughters, why do you worry so much about me?"

Mary wraps her arms around my lower back, while Jane continues to munch down on her pancakes, "because we love you," Mary mumbles, as I begin to stroke her hair.

"Doesn't mean you should stress about my love life. I'm too old to fall in love again."

"That's not true, Ma," Jane responds with wide eyes, "if Aunt Wilma can find love again, why can't you?" Wilma is my mother's sister, who got married at eight-three.

"Not everyone's the same. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won't. But this girl's too young for me to think about a happily ever after with. At least let me find someone my own age, before I start to think about settling down again."

"Fine," they both mumble. I grab a napkin, and wipe Mary's eyes, before heading back to my seat.

"Mom," Mary toughens up, and runs her fingers through her brunette hair, "I really want you to find someone, I don't care how old she is. As long as she makes you happy."

"Yeah, Ma, exactly what she said," Jane agrees, as they both look at me with those puppy dog eyes. They're going to make me go on another date, aren't they?

"Make sure she's at least forty-five, please?" I request. They nod with big smiles on their faces.