The text came at 9:17 p.m., right as Alex was stroking himself to the same old video he’d saved three years ago.
Hey Alex, it’s Rebecca. Mike’s gone for the weekend with his dad up to the lake house. The kitchen sink is leaking like crazy and I can’t get the stupid shut-off valve to turn. Any chance you could swing by and help a damsel in distress? I’ll owe you big time. 😘
He stared at the little kiss emoji until his c**k throbbed so hard it hurt. Rebecca Thompson—Mike’s mom—had never once used an emoji in her life. Not once. Not when she used to drive them to soccer practice, not when she baked those chocolate-chip cookies that made the whole house smell like sin, not even when she caught him staring at her ass in those tight yoga pants last Christmas.
He typed back with shaking thumb
