Please read part one and two to get the full effect
Sunday morning light filtered through the curtains. It looked to be a peaceful day, but Sandy felt anything but peaceful. Her body burned. The day before at the brothel was an experience like none other for her. Watching bodies tangle, tasting forbidden pleasure and especially seeing her nephew Chase's cock stretching her own daughter's pussy. It cracked something open inside her. Yet Sandy herself felt mostly left out. Laying awake at home in her bed, every thought kept circling back to Chase.
He’s your nephew, she reminded herself as her hand slipped between her thighs. It didn't feel like that mattered any more. Her fingers found her swollen clit and circled desperately. You held him as a baby. You watched him nurse at Nicole’s breast. But the forbidden pleasure only made her wetter. Aria was his cousin, and she fucked him. Hell, even Nicole fucked him, probably not for the first time, and she was his mother. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, hips rocking into her hand, but the ache only sharpened. No matter how fast or how deep her fingers moved, release stayed maddeningly out of reach.
Frustrated and throbbing, Sandy gave up. She may as well get up and make some coffee and try to distract herself. She pulled on a silk robe over the tanktop she slept in, and slipped out of her room. Coffee... she just needed coffee. That might clear her head.
Halfway down the hall she froze. The guest room bathroom shower was running. That meant that Chase was already awake. Her pulse hammered. Briefly, she wondered if he might be thinking about her? She had seen how he had looked at her, especially at the brothel when they were all naked. It had been a hungry look. Before reason could stop her, she turned the handle to his bedroom door. It opened. Unlocked.
The room smelled like him; masculine, vanilla shampoo, and shaving cream. Sandy’s legs felt weak as she stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her. Adrenaline flooded her veins, igniting a thrill. She sat on the edge of his unmade bed, then lay back, letting her robe fall open. Maybe here in his room, smelling him, and knowing he was just on the other side of that door, she could get off. Her fingers returned to her slick pussy, stroking frantically, needy sounds escaped her lips. She was dripping.
This is wrong, she thought, even as she spread her legs wider. So fucking wrong. What was wrong with her!
The shower kept running, water calling to her like a siren. She thought of him lathering that hard body. She would love to help him with that. Thoughts went to that flat stomach. She wondered what it would be like to run her fingers through his dark curls. To look into those piercing eyes and to make him grin, first with anticipation, and then with pleasure. He would be less experienced and maybe a little clumsy. That's okay. She could teach him how to please a woman. She could make him pant with pleasure, of that there was no doubt.
He was right here, just on the other side of that door. He would already be naked. What if they just had a quickie this morning? It wouldn't take her long to come. She could smell his soap from here. He must be using one of those body washes, one made just for men.
Sandy stood, let the robe drop, and peeled off the thin tank top beneath it. Naked, heart pounding, she pushed open the bathroom door. Steam rolled over her skin. Chase stood under the spray, his back to her, water running down the lines of his shoulders and ass. He looked so strong. So virile.
She stepped inside the shower with him, her heart hammering.
Chase turned, eyes widening in shock. “Aunt Sandy? What...”
Pressing her body against his, putting a finger to his lips, the protest dying on the air. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him. For one terrible second he stiffened. Then his arms wrapped around her and the kiss turned hungry, desperate. His tongue slid against hers as his hands roamed down her back and gripped her ass.
Her smooth, wet skin slid effortlessly over his as they kissed lips, necks, breasts… all over. Chase slid his hands from her slim waste, down her widening hips, grasping firm ass cheeks in each hand. He pulled her hips against his, his cock nestled against her slit, like they were made for each other.
Chase shut off the water, opened the shower door, and lifted her onto the counter. He dropped to his knees and Sandy gasped as his mouth found her. His tongue licked slow, broad strokes up her folds before circling her clit with devastating focus. She buried her fingers in his wet hair, thighs trembling around his head. Her arousal and her anticipation climbed to new heights.
“Chase… oh fuck,” she moaned, the forbidden name on her lips only making her hotter.
He devoured her until her legs trembled and shook. Then he stood, pulling her off the counter and into his arms. They kissed, long and hungry. She could taste herself in his mouth. He cupped and squeezed her breasts with his large, rough hands, then lowered his mouth to capture one stiff nipple. She gasped sharply, her body jolting: her nipples were hypersensitive right now and the wet heat of his mouth nearly overwhelmed her. She was panting again.
Sandy had been imagining all the pleasure she would lavish on him and how he would moan and writhe. But instead she found herself trembling and whimpering under his skillful hands.
Chase turned her around and bent her over the counter. She felt the thick head of his cock nudge against her entrance and push inside in one smooth thrust. Sandy cried out at the stretch, then pushed back to take in every inch. He fucked her hard like that, their damp skin slapping, his hands gripping her hips for purchase. He delivered deep, possessive strokes that made her breasts sway. Through the fog on the mirror she could see his face, determined and hungry as he claimed her, muscles bunching.
But she needed more. She wanted to give as good as she got.
She pulled away, turned, and gasped: “Bed.” taking him by the hand, she hurried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Sandy pulled him down, then rolled on top, straddling him. She sank down slowly, taking him to the hilt, and began to ride. Her hips rolled in long, sensual waves, savoring every thick inch. Chase’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.
“Whatever came over you, this morning… I approve” he groaned.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and smothered his words with her lips. In the back of her mind she worried if Aria should hear them, or Nicole...
“All day yesterday I wanted you.” She leaned down, breathing into his ear. “Now that I have you, I'm going to fuck your brains out.”
She rocked against him, sliding forward and back in wet, sloppy glides. With a needy moan, she lifted herself until just the head remained inside, then slammed back down, her swollen vulva pressed into his pelvic bone. Over and over she rode him, relentless and hungry, until her pace slowed.
Sensing her fatigue, he flipped her onto her back, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and drove deep. The new angle made her see stars. Their bodies slapped together, wet and urgent, the bed creaking beneath them. Sandy came first, hard. Chase felt her walls clenching tightly around his cock as powerful waves of pleasure ripped through her. He rode her through it, prolonging her bliss, then eased into a slow, lazy rhythm.
When the aftershocks finally faded, Sandy began rocking back greedily to meet his thrusts, rekindling the heat. “Spill in me, Chase,” she gasped breathlessly. “Give me your seed. I want to feel you pump me full and make me yours this morning.”
When he finally came, buried to the hilt inside her, he groaned her name, pulsing hot and deep. Claiming her as only a man can claim a woman.
They collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat and shower water. Sandy’s mind spun with guilt, pleasure, and fear. Nicole. Aria. The line they had just obliterated. Yet as Chase’s arm pulled her closer, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Not yet.
Nicole stood frozen in the doorway, coffee mug slipping from her fingers and shattering on the hardwood. The sharp sound snapped the post coital bliss.
“You selfish fucking bitch,” she snarled at Sandy. Her voice rose fast and vicious. “In your own house? With my son? While I’m sleeping down the hall?”
Sandy clutched the sheet to her chest, face draining of color. “Nicole, please…”
“Shut your mouth!” Nicole stepped into the room, eyes blazing. She snatched a pillow off the floor and hurled it at them. “I trusted you! We came here for a nice weekend and you couldn’t wait to spread your legs for him the second my back was turned?” She whirled on Chase. “And you! My own son. In your aunt’s bed like some horny little shit who doesn’t give a damn about his mother.”
Chase sat up. “Mom, it wasn’t like that...”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Nicole’s voice cracked. She looked between them, chest heaving, tears of fury glittering in her eyes. “Get out, Sandy. Get the hell out of this room right now.”
Sandy’s eyes filled with tears of anguish. She scrambled off the bed, grabbed her silk robe and held it against her body as she fled. The door slammed behind her. She barely made it to her own bedroom before the dam broke and tears flooded from her eyes. She could hardly see as she fled down the hall to her room, her own bedroom door slamming shut behind her. She collapsed onto her bed, face buried in the pillow, crying so hard her shoulders shook.
A soft knock came a few minutes later. Aria slipped inside without waiting.
“Mom?” Aria sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Sandy’s back. “I heard shouting. What happened?”
Sandy could barely speak through the sobs. “Nicole… she walked in on us. Me and Chase. She hates me now. I’ve ruined everything. She’ll never forgive me. Chase won’t either. God, Aria, I’m such a horrible person…”
Aria kept stroking her mother’s hair, quiet for a long moment, holding her against the sobs. Hot tears soaking into Aria's night shirt.
“Mom… breathe. It’s going to be okay.”
"How can you say that! You don't know! I completely and totally blew it! I quite literally fucked everything up for good."
Aria hesitated, then continued softly. “You’re not the only one who crossed a line this weekend. Friday night, after Chase picked us up from the airport, we sneaked him into our dorm and all five of us girls fucked his brains out. Me included. It was intense. Really intense. I’ve wanted him for a while, honestly.”
Sandy lifted her tear-streaked face, stunned. “You what?”
Aria nodded, a small guilty smile tugging at her lips. “We had a full-on orgy. I rode him while my roommate sat on his face. It felt dirty and amazing at the same time. So yeah… I don’t think you’re the villain here. We all got swept up in the same energy. The rules kind of disappeared this weekend.”
Sandy stared at her daughter, processing. Some of the crushing shame loosened, just a little.
Meanwhile, in the guest bedroom…
Nicole slammed the door after Sandy fled, the sound echoing like a gunshot. She sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the floor as the white-hot rage slowly curdled into something heavier, a raw, choking hurt that made her chest ache and her heart fill with despair.
Chase pulled on a pair of shorts and knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “Mom… look at me.”
She shook her head, tears spilling. “I can’t believe you did that to me. With her. Of all people. Come on, get your things. We’re going home.”
“Wait,” Chase said firmly, his voice steady and commanding, taking control. Nicole sat back, stunned. He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She resisted at first, stiff and trembling, but slowly melted against his chest. “It wasn’t about hurting you. It just… happened. This weekend has moved boundaries, all the rules and opened something up in all of us. Sandy’s been lonely for years, just like you. We were both feeling that same pull. I’m not going to lie, I wanted her. But it doesn’t change what you are to me.”
Nicole’s lip trembled. “So what am I? Chopped liver? The jealous, controlling mom who gets replaced by her younger, better-looking sister?”
“You’re not being replaced,” he whispered fiercely, tilting her chin up so she had to meet his eyes. “You’re my mom. You’re the woman who’s been driving me crazy. The one I think about when I’m alone. The one whose body fits mine like it was made for me.” He brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “What happened with Sandy doesn’t take anything away from how much I love you. When we go home, it’s still going to be you and me.”
She let out a shaky breath, still tense. “It hurts. It feels like betrayal.”
“I know, I’m sorry it hurts.” He kissed the top of her head, then her temple, holding her tighter. “But it wasn’t meant to hurt you or anyone else. It was just passion. Heat. The same heat we’ve all been drowning in this weekend.”
After a long silence, Chase spoke again, gentler this time.
“You’re being too possessive, Mom. And I get it—I feel it too. This thing between us is intense. Addictive. But you know we can’t have a long-term romantic relationship. You deserve a good man. Someone who can love you openly, protect you, be your equal and your partner in every way. What would people say if we tried to make this domestic? It would destroy your life. What we have right now… it’s fun, it’s raw, it’s useful for both of us. It’s healing something we both needed. But it’s not built for forever. I won’t let it ruin you.”
Nicole clutched his shirt, fresh tears soaking the fabric. “I don’t want forever with anyone else. I just want this. I want you.”
“I know,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, intimate register that always made her weak. “And you’ve got me. Right now, I’m yours completely.”
Nicole searched his eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not just saying that?” her voice sounded timid and afraid.
Chase cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the fresh tears. “I’m not just saying it, Mom. I mean it.” His voice was low and steady, the same tone that always calmed her. “You’re the one who’s been in my head for so long. What happened with Sandy was sudden and intense, but you… you’re home to me.”
Nicole’s breath hitched. The hurt still sat heavy in her chest, but his words cracked it open. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I felt so replaceable standing there. Like she gave you something I couldn’t.”
“You’re not replaceable,” he murmured, pulling her closer until she straddled his lap on the edge of the bed. Their foreheads touched. “You’re my mom. The woman who raised me, who knows every part of me. No one else gets me like you do.” His hands slid down her back, slow and soothing, feeling the tension in her muscles ease under his touch.
She let out a shudderering sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I need you, Chase. Not just sex. I need to feel like I’m still yours.” Her fingers threaded through his hair as she kissed him. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, desperate, pouring her fear and longing into it.
Chase kissed her back with patient hunger, tasting the salt of her tears. From his perspective, she felt so small and precious in his arms right now, trembling and vulnerable. He wanted to wrap her in safety, to show her nothing had changed between them. His body, still warm and sensitive from Sandy, responded steadily rather than frantically. He had time. All the time she needed.
“Youre the one I really crave, mom,” he whispered against her lips, then flipped her tee shirt over her head. She reached behind, unfastening the clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out as she pulled the cups away. She watched his face, trying to gauge his response to the sight of her. His hands explored her familiar curves with reverence. With patience he traced her waist, cupping her breasts gently, thumbs circling her nipples until she arched into him with a soft moan. “Let me love you slow, Mom. Let me show you my love.”
Nicole nodded, eyes glassy with need and lingering emotion. “Yes… slow. I want to feel every moment.” She stood and slid his shorts from his hips, down his leg, until he stepped out of them. His cock sprang free, already half hard again.Then she slid her own shorts and panties off, slinging them away with her toes, until they were both bare. and unencumbered. Skin to skin, she pressed against him, savoring his warmth. He smelled like soap and faint traces of sex, but right now that only made her feel closer to him. It was raw and honest.
Nicole wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, stroking slowly, feeling him swell fully in her grip. “I need you inside me,” she breathed. “I need to feel you stretch me open and know I’m still yours.”
Chase laid her back on the bed and spread her thighs. His eyes drank in her naked body. Her full breasts, hardened nipples, the glistening wetness already coating her swollen pussy lips. Bending his head, he kissed her outer lips, and Nicole smiled and groaned with pleasure. Using his thumbs, he gently opened her, the inner folds were moist and engorged. He planted light, teasing kisses over her opening, moving up until he kissed her clit. She was startled at the contact. Chase used the flat of his tongue, slowly raking up from the bottom, over her opening then circling her clit. Nicole put her hands on his head, not to hold him, but to feel the security and the reality of his presence. He drilled into her opening with his tongue, then dragged it up her folds, tasting the musk of her. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from Nicole. Releasing her, he looked at her face, her eyes closed, focusing on the sensations. He went down, repeating the same oral administrations.
"I need you inside me now, Chase. I need to feel your weight upon me, pinning me to the earth." He settled himself between her spread thighs, his heavy cock resting against her slick folds, savoring the moment, just before pushing inside her. Heat pooled between her legs. He looked down at her, drinking in the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose with quick breaths.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, kissing her neck, then lower to her collarbone. “I love how you respond to me. How your body knows mine.”
Nicole’s hands roamed his back, nails lightly grazing as she pulled him closer. “I’ve been aching for you since I saw you with her. It hurt… but it also made me want you more.” She gasped as he kissed the swell of her breast, then took a nipple into his mouth, sucking tenderly. “Chase… please. I need you inside me.”
He rose up, locking eyes with her as he positioned himself. “Look at me,” he breathed. “I want you to see how much I want you.” Nicole nodded, eyes glassy with need. “Yes, baby… slow. Fill me up.” She gasped sharply as he pushed forward. The blunt head of his cock parted her folds and sank into her tight, dripping heat. Inch by thick inch he stretched her open, her silky walls gripping every ridge and vein until he was buried to the hilt. The fullness made her moan loudly, her back arching off the bed.
“Fuck, Mom… you’re so wet,” Chase breathed, holding still inside her so she could feel every throb. “So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for my cock.”
Nicole moaned quiety, her walls fluttering around him as he filled her completely. It felt like coming home. The stretch, the fullness, the way his weight pressed her into the mattress…all of it melted the sharp edges of her jealousy. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels resting on his lower back. “Move slow. I want to remember every thrust.”
Chase began a gentle rhythm. With long, unhurried strokes. It allowed let them both to savor the glide. Skin brushed skin with every meeting of their hips. He kept his gaze on hers, watching a transformation as pleasure soften her features. She was releasing the anger, the resentment. The crease between her brow disappeared. The lines on her forehead eased. Her face looked young and new again. She was letting go, beginning to feel safe again. “This is us, Mom. No one else feels like this. No one else ever will.” His voice was husky, intimate. “You’re clenching around me so perfectly… like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t,” she whispered, cupping his face. Tears slipped down her temples again, but these tears were different. They were tears of relief mixed with the rising pleasure that she was feeling. “I was so jealous watching you fuck Sandy, but you really are mine. Moving inside me. Claiming me.” She rocked up to meet him, their bodies moving together locking in an instinctive rhythm. Every withdrawal made her ache for his return; every thrust drew a needy sound from her throat.
The room filled with the hushed sounds of intimacy. The slick cadence of two bodies moving in sync. Her warm, willing body embraced him, pulling him in deeper. His steady thrusts were a wet pulse beat in the room, interrupted only by their mingled gasps and moans. He kept his weight on his forearms, watching her face, watching her breasts bounce gently, each time he bottomed out.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured, grinding his hips in a slow circle when he was buried deep, pressing against her cervix. “Tell me how my cock feels stretching your little pussy.”
Nicole whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. “So good… so deep. I can feel every inch of you sliding in and out of me. You’re hitting that spot that makes me melt.” Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him rhythmically. “Don’t speed up. I want to feel you make love to me like this… slow and tender.”
He kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together as their pace stayed languid and loving. “I love you,” he murmured between kisses. “You're mine. My everything.” Inside her, he could feel her body responding. She was growing wetter, hotter, more eager. He shifted his angle slightly and felt her tremble, breath catching.
“Right there,” Nicole sighed, her hands sliding down to grip his hips. “You always know exactly how to make me feel cherished.” The coil of pleasure tightened low in her belly, warm and spreading. “Don’t stop… I’m getting close, sweetheart. Stay with me.”
Chase kept the same unhurried pace, long strokes that let her feel every withdrawal and every smooth, deep re-entry. The head of his cock dragged along her front wall with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. His balls pressed against her ass every time he bottomed out.
“I’m right here with you. Come for me, Mom. I want to feel your orgasm.” His own pleasure was building, too, but it was still manageable. He focused on her: the flush on her chest, the way her full lips parted, the soft cries she tried to muffle against his shoulder.
When her orgasm washed over her, it was slow and intense. He felt her long, pulsing contractions that milked him as she clung to him, her nails forming little pink crescents in his back and flank. Chase, buried deep inside her, his own orgasm followed moments behind Nicole. He groaned, his face burried deeply into her neck. As he pulsed, his hips pressed tightly to hers, unmoving. Nicole felt warm heat inside her as ropes of his semen spilled into her depths.
They stayed joined afterward, breathing together. Chase brushed damp hair from her forehead and kissed her softly. “I’ve got you. Always.”
Nicole smiled through the haze, wrapping her arms around him tighter. “I believe you now.” Her voice was soft, sated. “Just… promise me I’m still your favorite.”
“You’re not just my favorite,” he whispered, nuzzling her. “You’re my mom. That’s forever.”
Back in Sandy's room:
Sandy was still curled up with Aria when a soft knock sounded on her door. Aria gave her mother’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and crossed the room. She opened the door to find Chase standing there in a t-shirt and shorts, hair still damp from the earlier shower. He looked equal parts guilty and hopeful.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “Can I come in?”
Sandy sat up, wiping her red, puffy eyes. She pulled her robe tighter around herself. “Chase… I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this…”
“Mom,” Aria interrupted gently, “let him talk.”
Chase stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit Sandy had known since he was a kid. “Mom’s… calmer now. We talked. She’s still hurt, but she’s not throwing things anymore.” He offered a small, awkward smile. “At least not at the moment. I think the mug took the worst of it.”
Sandy let out a watery laugh despite herself. “I’m surprised she didn’t throw the nightstand.”
“I think she considered it,” Chase admitted. The humor helped cut through some of the tension in the room.
Aria smirked. “Well, on the bright side, we’ve all seen each other naked this weekend. Boundaries are basically on life support.”
Sandy groaned and covered her face. “Aria, that's not helping.”
“Actually, it kind of is,” Chase said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Look… what happened between us was intense. And sudden. I don’t regret it, but I hate that it hurt Mom.” He reached out and took Sandy’s hand. “She wants to talk. All of us. No more screaming, hopefully. Just… talking.”
Sandy hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I owe her that.”
Twenty minutes later, the four of them gathered awkwardly in Sandy’s spacious living room. Nicole sat on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee, legs crossed tightly. Her eyes were still a little red, but the explosive rage had cooled into quiet hurt. Chase sat beside her. Sandy chose the armchair across from them, tension still visible in her posture. Aria perched on the arm of her mother’s chair like a referee.
Nicole spoke first, voice tight but controlled. “I’m still pissed, Sandy. You’re my sister. He’s my son. Walking in on that… it felt like a knife in the back.”
“I know,” Sandy said softly, eyes downcast. “I tried to stop myself. I really did. I was in his room telling myself how wrong it was even while I was touching myself on his bed. Then I saw him in the shower and… I lost control. I’m so sorry, Nicole.”
Aria raised an eyebrow. “Okay, that’s actually pretty hot. Terrible timing, but hot.”
Nicole shot her niece a look that was half glare, half reluctant amusement. Aria had a way of cutting through the bullshit.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” Aria grinned. “But seriously, Aunt Nicole… after what all has happened this weekend. We’re way past normal family boundaries. Mom sleeping with Chase isn’t that huge of a leap at this point.”
Sandy added, “I was never able to get off and find relief at the brothel on Saturday. I left with so much pent up desire. And I think that I am the only one who didn’t fuck Chase on Saturday.” Chase looked embarrassed by this attention. “I have been lonely and needy and good dick is in short supply around here.” Everyone looked at Chase, who shrunk more into the chair he was sitting in.
Nicole sighed heavily and rubbed her temple. “It feels different when it’s my son. I’ve been possessive of him his whole life. Watching him grow up, protecting him… and then seeing him buried inside my little sister? It hit every insecurity I have.”
Chase put his arm around his mom’s shoulders. “Mom, you’re not being replaced. Not even close. What I have with you is… different. Deeper. Sandy was a moment of passion. You’re home.”
Aria piped up, “You didn’t flip out when Chase made love to me in front of you at the brothel?”
Nicole sighed, “I kinda did, inside. And he fucked you, he didn’t make love.” Aria rolled her eyes, but Nicole didn’t notice. “If he had not made love to me first I could not have tolerated it. The alcohol may have had something to do with it, too.”
Nicole leaned into Chase slightly, then she looked at Sandy again. The anger had mostly drained away, leaving exhaustion. “I still want to strangle you a little. But… I get it. I have not been consistent. We all got swept up in the same crazy current this weekend.”
Sandy’s eyes welled up again. “I thought I’d ruined us forever.”
“You almost did,” Nicole said, but there was the tiniest twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Next time you get the hots for my son, you talk to me first instead of ambushing him in the shower like some horny widow in a bad romance novel.”
Aria barked out a laugh. “Okay, that was funny. ‘Horny widow in a bad romance novel.’ We should put that on a t-shirt.”
Even Sandy let out a teary chuckle. The tension in the room eased another notch.
Sandy reluctantly asked, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, how long have you and Chase… been involved… like you are now?”
Now it was Nicole’s turn to be embarrassed. She looked down at her feet trying to think how to answer.
Chase broke the awkward silence. “Just this weekend. On the way here, actually. But I have had the hots for mom for a lot longer than that.” A look of surprise came across Sandy and Aria’s face, as they contemplated the news.
Chase looked around at the three women. “So… where do we go from here? Ground rules? More wine? Pretend none of this happened until we all need therapy?”
Nicole took a long sip of coffee, then sighed. “I’m not ready for group hugs and forgiveness yet. But I’m not ready to kick anyone out either.” She glanced at Sandy. “We’ll talk more later. Just… no more sneaking around with my son while I’m making coffee, okay?”
“Deal,” Sandy whispered.
Aria clapped her hands once. “Great. Crisis mostly averted. Now can we please make pancakes or something? Emotional meltdowns always make me hungry.”
I’ve got an idea. Let's all go out and get steak and eggs, since it's past breakfast time and I'm feeling the need for some extra protein.” Chase added, anxious to leave the tension behind.
Sandy brightened, “We have this great Mexican restaurant, Fiesta Fuego. They have the best Huevos Rancheros.”
Aria and Chase shared a look. Not all of the secrets have been revealed yet.