Dylan showed up unannounced.

Daisy was outside on her front porch in the moonlight. The warm summer air drifted around her, stirred by the wind. Her nightgown offered her reprieve. She was alone in the night thinking of Dylan before bedtime. Her husband’s snoring would be the lullaby that put her to sleep. Every day she found her repulsion toward him more pronounced as her attraction to Dylan grew and grew.

It was a quiet night, one stirred only by the occasional hooting of an owl. She saw a deer bounding by in the field across the road. Where she and William lived, there was nature on all sides. They liked small towns, small communities. It offered them privacy, and it got them away from where everything had went wrong. Now, she thought, everything was right, and she imagined Dylan’s big dick.

She was so fixated on thoughts of Dylan that when she saw him appear from the darkness of the dirt road, she had thought it a dream. He was real, though, and she realized it as he stepped into the moonlight. The darkness of the porch hid her smile as he approached. He crossed the yard like a man on a mission.

Daisy was so well hidden in the darkness, that Dylan didn’t notice her when he reached the porch. He climbed up onto it and stepped carefully around the creaking wood, peeking inside, hoping to catch sight of her. Daisy, eyes adjusted to the darkness, followed his shadowy form by the light coming out of the windows. Her husband was just as likely to shoot him as to greet him if he wasn’t careful, and she wasn’t ready to give up his dick. She called to him in a whisper.

“Dylan? Dylan!”

Dylan’s skinny body nearly separated itself from his skin as he jumped. Turning to her, he squinted into the darkness as he whispered back. “Daisy? That you?”

“Who the fuck else would it be,” she whispered, her voice edged with frustration and worry. She waved him toward her in the darkness. “Get your stupid ass over here before you get shot!”

Dylan shuffled to her in the darkness, stopping when he met her extended hands. She found herself touching his waist and moved immediately to find him and squeeze him through his pants. It was a brief touch, but it was enough to bring a smile to her lips until she remembered herself. Then, staring up at him in the darkness, she frowned.

“What in the almighty fuck are you doing here, Dylan?”

“I was horny.” Dylan said it matter-of-factly, like it was normal to come calling on his ex-girlfriend’s mother for sex in the middle of the night with a trigger-happy husband waiting inside. Still, having touched him and felt his need, she was flattered. Not many men would risk life or limb for an orgasm, at least not like this, and he was good enough to bring her his dick. She figured that meant he deserved to be taken care of.

Alone in the dark and hungry for cock, Daisy felt her nipples stiffen. She sat up and peeked inside to find her husband dozing off with the television blaring. He was awash in a blue-grey glow with his head lulling and his attention fading. Her family had wound down for the evening, and Daisy had ducked out to grab a cigarette to calm her nerves before bed. Instead, she decided to use her time outside for something better.

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