“Holy shit, Landon!” Foster immediately said. At first I was worried he was upset with me for sending the picture, but then he rushed on. “I’m going to be jerking off to that photo of your gorgeous cock every chance I get!”
“I’m really glad you like it,” I told him in a guttural voice, unable to resist the urge to start stroking again.
“Are you kidding? I love it, baby.” I heard him release a low moan, and I had a feeling he was doing the same. “I promise I’ll delete it later,” he assured me.
“You don’t have to,” I responded. Now I let him hear me breathing faster as I brought myself closer to orgasm.
“We have to be careful,” he said quietly.
“I understand. And once you’re back home, you’ll have the real thing, so you won’t have to settle for a photo,” I pointed out.
“I cannot fucking wait,” Foster groaned. “Are you stroking right now, Landon?”
“Yes. I’m so close! Just hearing your voice does it to me.”
“I want you to come for Daddy,” he urged.
I whimpered at his words, and my hand moved faster up and down my cock. It drove me wild that he’d so readily embraced my daddy kink, and he knew just what to say to get me off.
“Fuck!” I suddenly cried. As my balls tightened even more and my dick pulsed, I knew I’d reached the point where I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming even if I wanted to. And I certainly didn’t want to stop myself. No, I surrendered to that orgasm, knowing Foster was eagerly listening to every grunt and groan and helpless cry.
“Ah yes, that’s it!” I heard him breathing hard now, too. “You’ve made your daddy so excited!”
After I’d milked my cock of every drop of cum, I lay back against the bed and smiled. “I’m so glad. I love you, Foster.”
“I love you, too,” he replied, his voice suddenly tender. “Thank you, for everything.”
“Of course. Enjoy that photo,” I added, laughing low and soft.
“You bet your sweet ass I will!” he promised. “And I’ll be sure to show you how appreciative I am when we’re together again.”
***
When I came home from class the following afternoon, I immediately discovered Mom had been in the house. I saw a pair of her heels in front of the couch, and I realized she must have kicked them off before going upstairs and deciding on different shoes to wear when she was in her room. Of course, she didn’t bother to pick up after herself.
A surge of paranoia coursed through me, and I rushed from room to room, making sure there was no evidence of how Foster and I had spent the weekend. I was relieved I’d cleaned the day before, putting everything in order. The house looked as it always did, giving no clues that I’d begun an intimate relationship with my stepfather.
In the master bedroom, I caught a whiff of Mom’s perfume still lingering in the air, and I realized I’d just missed her. Looking in the closet, I saw that she’d taken some clothes. She was aware of my class schedule, had known I would be home soon. It seemed she was going out of her way to avoid me, and I understood she was probably punishing me for taking Foster’s side during their fight Friday.
“Miss you, too, Mom,” I muttered to the empty room, my voice thick with bitterness.
Later that evening, I was still on edge when Foster called. “Mom was here earlier today while I was in class,” I told him. “Looks like she stopped by to get some of her things.”
“I just finished speaking with her a few minutes ago,” he revealed. “She wants a trial separation, but she says she’s not getting a lawyer yet. She also told me that she’ll end things with the co-worker she’s been fucking if I decide I want to work on the marriage.”
“But she’s staying with the guy right now!” I exclaimed.
“Cassie says she’s staying at a friend’s house,” Foster told me. “If I were to agree to a trial separation, she would move into a small apartment.”
My eyes widened, and I felt my shoulders grow tense. “Is that what you want? To try to work things out with her?” I asked before I could stop myself. I was madly in love with this man, and the thought of him trying to reconcile with my mother hit me like a punch in the gut.
“No,” Foster said softly. “I can’t stay married to your mother, Landon.”
Closing my eyes, I slowly released the breath I’d been holding. “So how did your conversation with her end?”
“I told her a trial separation is not going to work, but she insisted I take more time to think about it,” he said. “I didn’t feel like getting into a huge argument with her while I’m out of town, so I said I’d call her soon and we’d discuss it more then.”
I sank onto the edge of my bed. This past weekend with Foster had been amazing, and I only wanted more time with him. But I also knew that Mom would probably be hellbent on making him miserable until their divorce was final, especially if he didn’t do what she wanted.
Foster must have sensed my worry in the silence that fell between us. “Hey, I managed to rent a cabin for us this weekend,” he told me, and I understood he was trying to change the subject and get my mind off my vindictive mother. “I wasn’t sure anything would be available since it’s the fall season, but there was a cancellation, so…”
“That’s fantastic! I can’t wait,” I said, making no effort to hide how thrilled I was.
“It’s a couple of hours away, in a secluded spot looking out over a lake. I managed to take Friday off, so we can leave that morning if you’re able to miss classes that day.”
“Absolutely,” I said. “It sounds perfect. Thank you so much for doing this, Foster.”
“I know it’s going to be a wonderful weekend for both of us. Just a few more days, and then I’ll be home.”