Every Last Thing - Sex Stories

Every Last Thing

... finger to my mouth to silence me, put the phone to her ear and said "Do it." Then she took my arm and led me outside.

Still in silence, we got into her car and drove off.

"What's going on?" I asked as we sped along a very famous road in a very famous city.

"Not yet." She smiled, seeming very happy with herself.

The valet took our car outside the incredibly expensive hotel, and I followed mom inside. We walked through the lobby straight to the elevators. As the doors closed, mom pressed the penthouse button and again smiled at me enigmatically.

"What's going on?" I repeated.

"Shhhh. Soon." She responded.

On the top floor, mom fished a keycard out of her purse and opened the penthouse suite. I followed, with far more questions than answers. Finally, when the door was closed, she turned to me.

"David." She said. "Your dad is a monster." I just nodded dumbly.

"I knew he was playing around. I always did. I guess I turned a blind eye, bought by lifestyle and security. But, that? That betrayal is unforgivable."

"I agree. But what are we doing here?" I stumbled.

"We're getting out of the way to let him burn."

"What?"

"Half of your dad's assets are in my name. He's been squirreling away money to avoid tax for years. He figured I didn't know what I was signing. He was wrong."

I totally got what she was saying. From the minute I hit 18, Dad was getting me to sign thick documents without reading them. I didn't know what they were, but I had an ...

... idea he was hiding money using me.

"Well," mom said, "I've just pushed the big red button."

I looked confused.

"Everything in my name or yours than can be liquidated and transferred through half a dozen offshore accounts is been transferred as we speak."

I mouthed 'wow' as the enormity hit me.

'Know how to become a millionaire?" She asked me with a smile.

I shrugged.

"Be a billionaire and fuck with your wife and your son." She laughed at her own joke I smiled too. In terms of revenge, this felt ok. I was still smarting about Barb, but I'd always harbored a doubt that she was only into me for the money anyway. Seems I was right, and she'd chosen to go after the motherload. Fatherload, I guess.

"What do we do now?"

"What do you do when you discover you father is fucking your fiancé?" She asked.

"Well rage-fucking his wife's obviously not on the cards." I said too glibly. Mom looked at me quizzically.

"I was just thinking about fleecing him for every penny we could, but I must admit, I admire your vision." She smiled.

I laughed nervously. I don't know where the rage-fucking thing came from. I guess I was still hurting that he'd taken my fiancé. I certainly had no intention of screwing my own mother. Besides, her plan seemed to be a better one.

"Lay low?" I suggested more seriously.

"Yes." She gave me an invisible gold star.

"I've ordered some food, by the way, it should be here shortly."

"How long have you been planning this?" I ...