Breeding Mom and Daughter (2 page)

Chapter Four
 

Charlotte
 

The first weeks after Kevin moved in were a whirlwind.  They talked for a while that first day, and he told her of his new job at the university.  She shared with him her work as a freelance stenographer.  She was often hired by different attorneys to take depositions and made great money doing it.  Her hours were short, but the pay was long.  It was her kind of job. 

He was in and out constantly, putting in long hours at the college.  He explained that he had to prepare lectures to get his classes ready to go.  He was teaching five sections of history at the school, but each section was in a different subject, so his preparation load was crushing for now.   

He usually arrived home late at night, about ten or so, and immediately went to his room to collapse.  The only times that they had spoken much was during breakfast.  He went in fairly late three days a week, since his classes didn’t begin until later.  He would come down to the kitchen table in a robe, or T-shirt and sleeping pants.  She figured out his schedule and made sure that she had breakfast on for him those mornings that she could predict his schedule.  

Crystal, her 18 year old daughter, got along great with him.  He had a really easy-going manner and got along with her well, which explained why he was teaching college.  One morning, she came into the kitchen and found Kevin helping her with her history homework.   

Later, Crystal told Charlotte, confidentially, that she thought Kevin was “hot.”   

Crystal was the captain of the high school drill team, and was dating the quarterback on the football team.  She was built just like Charlotte, pre-boob job.  She had a nice B-cup rack on top of a lithe, athletic size 0 or 2 body.  Everyone said she was a brunette version of her mother, with the same kind of tight little body, and a lithe dancer’s build.  Her long chestnut colored hair was also worn in the popular Jennifer Aniston type layers. 

“Charlotte, thanks for you and Crystal taking such good care of me,” Kevin said one morning after he had come out to find bacon, eggs and English muffins ready for his breakfast. 

“Kevin, you know I don’t mind.  You’ve been a dear to Crystal and I,” she said. 

“How have I been a dear?  I don’t’ feel like I’ve even been home,” he asked. 

“Well, you haven’t been any trouble at all,” she explained.  “We couldn’t ask for anyone better.  And Crystal got an “A” on that history project you helped her with.” 

He chuckled, and drew his fist down in a pumping motion. 

“Yes! I knew it!” He practically screamed. 

They both shared a laugh together, celebrating in Crystal’s success. 

“Well,” as told her, when they came up for air, “as soon as I can, I promise I am going to cook for you.  As soon as I have some time and get my first paycheck, I’m going to blow your socks off!”  

“Well that, sir, I am very much looking forward to!” she replied. 

Chapter Five
 

Kevin
 

From his office, Kevin logged onto his laptop early one day and checked the balance of his bank account.  From its paltry two-digit number, Kevin gleefully saw that his bank account had swollen by nearly four thousand dollars. 

Taking his iPhone from his pocket, he pulled up Charlotte’s contact and typed a text message. 

Do you have plans for dinner?
 

About a minute or so later, his alert tone went off.  He looked for her reply. 

Not for dinner.  Going to watch Crystal
 

perform at halftime at the game
 

tonight, but open otherwise.
 

Kevin typed in his reply… 

Can I make you dinner tonight?  Say six?
 

Charlotte replied: 

I’ll be there with bells on!
 

Kevin left his office early that day, as soon as he could bust loose.  He knew that he a ton of stuff to do if he was to make the meal that he really wanted to make for Charlotte.  He knew he was attracted to her, badly, and wanted to do something special.  So he fell back on a tried and true recipe, quite simply the most romantic meal he had ever eaten.  Chateaubriand for Two. 

When he left the office, he hightailed it to the best grocery store in town.  Heading straight inside for the butcher shop, he ordered a 1-1/2 pound piece of center cut beef tenderloin, telling the butcher he was making chateaubriand.  He got the best cut of meat out of the center of a complete tenderloin. 

He picked up Portobello mushrooms, fresh asparagus, some fixins’ for a Ceasar Salad and some baking sized potatoes and headed for the check out. 

Driving down the street to the nearest liquor store, he went in and asked for a bottle of cognac and a bottle of Madiera wine.  He also picked up some other bottles of wines to have with the meal.  He didn’t know if she was a red wine or white wine girl.  After dealing with the store clerks for a bit, he left in a hurry to pull off his surprise. 

By the time it was said and done, he had spent about a hundred bucks on this meal, but it was going to be worth it.  Charlotte would be amazed and pleased. 

Once at home, Kevin stoked a charcoal fire on the BBQ pit out back.  Taking his potatoes, he slathered them in butter, salt and fresh ground pepper and put them in the grill.  He liberally sprinkled hickory wood chips on the fire to get the good wafting smoke he wanted.  He knew that once the potatoes absorbed the smoke from the grill, they would be amazing. 

Inside, he prepared the tenderloin for grilling by a simple dosing with fresh ground black pepper and placed it in a cast iron skillet.  He then took the asparagus, cropped off the cut-off ends and wrapped bundles of three or four inside strips of bacon for roasting. 

As the hour of Charlotte’s arrival home from work loomed, Kevin seared the beef tenderloin in the skillet stovetop, before moving it to the oven to roast.  After a few minutes he added the asparagus to the oven. 

Carefully watching his beef, Kevin removed it from the oven at the right time, drained the juices to a skillet, and tented the meat with foil.  In the skillet, he combined garlic, some olive oil and Portobello mushrooms to sauté. 

At that moment, Charlotte came through the front door. 

“Something smells really good!” she exclaimed. 

“Wanna see something that looks good?” he asked from the kitchen. 

“Sure!” she replied and came to the kitchen door. 

He doused the sautéing mushrooms with cognac and tilted the skillet to ignite the alcohol.  The skillet burst into flames, which quickly settled to a deep blue flame. 

“Oh my god!” Charlotte squealed. 

“Dinner will be served in about five minutes,” he told her as the flames subsided. 

“I’ll just go get changed for the football game then,” she said. 

“You do that.  I’ll be ready for you,” he told her. 

As Charlotte went upstairs to change, he feverishly went about getting her meal ready.  He sliced thin medallions of beef chateaubriand, which he slathered with the Madiera Cognac Au Jus he had made for it.  Each plate was accompanied by a smoked roasted potato and a bunch of bacon-wrapped roasted asparagus. 

“Oh my god!  That smells SOOO good!” he heard a voice exclaim from the doorway of the kitchen. 

He looked up and saw her.  She had her long blond hair down.  She was wearing a sweater that hugged her impressive breasts.  Down below, she wore a tight fitting pair of “skinny” jeans that hugged her amazing ass and legs.  For shoes she had on a pair of Uggs boots that were popular with the teenage girls.  Very few women Charlotte’s age could pull off wearing them.  But she clearly did.   

He felt himself start to harden at the sight of her. 

Chapter Five
 

Charlotte
 

As she sat down for the meal that Kevin had prepared for her, she was just amazed at his culinary skills.   

He started with a question.  He turned around from the counter with a bottle of wine in each hand. 

“Red or White?” he asked. 

“Yes, please,” she answered with a smirk.  He laughed. 

“White actually,” she said.  “Red wine and I don’t get along very well.” 

He quickly popped the cork and delivered two glasses of white wine to the table.  He then produced two salad bowls filled with Caesar Salad.  He was on a roll already. That was one of her favorites. 

“The dressing is just amazing,” she said after she tried the salad. 

“It’s made from scratch,” he told her. 

“Wow!  It’s just perfect,” she told him. 

He got up and returned with her main course.  Before her, he set a plate with sliced medallions of beef tenderloin, covered in a rich sauce made from Madiera wine, cognac and sliced portabella mushrooms.  For sides he had bacon-wrapped bunches of asparagus and a smoked, roasted potato. 

“Kevin, this is just amazing,” she told him. 

“Well, I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate how good you and Crystal have been to me,” he told her sincerely. 

“Well, this’ll work!” she told him as she dug in. 

They spent most of the next hour eating and talking.  She peppered him with questions about how he learned how to cook.  She found out that he had a lifelong love of cooking that went unappreciated in his marriage.  He had married a woman who came from a family that tended to eat the same few things over and over and she turned up her nose at anything outside of her comfort zone.  He had only really gotten the chance to cook meals like this after he kicked her to the curb. 

“Stupid bitch,” she thought to herself as she ate the amazing meal he had prepared. 

As their meal and conversation wound down, she looked at him and fixed him in her gaze. 

“Do you have any other plans this evening?” she asked. 

“No.  Not anything in particular,” he said. 

“Well, I’m going to watch Crystal at the football game.  She performs at halftime.  You want to come with me?” she asked. 

“Sure!” he responded.  “That’ll be fun.” 

“I normally get there late, and leave right after halftime.  I don’t mind watching the drill team, but that football team sucks.  Every week those boys get beaten like a red-headed stepchild with freckles and braces.” 

He roared with laughter at her turn of words.  He had certainly never heard that phrase before. 

Chapter Six
 

Kevin
 

As they left the house later for the game, he reflected that he had done pretty good so far.  Charlotte was impressed with the meal, that was for sure.  They had sat at the table and talked until time to leave to make halftime.  They polished off a bottle of wine between them, and started into a second one.   

When it was time to leave, they headed for Charlotte’s car.  She surprised him by handing him the keys and asking him if he wanted to drive.  He had gotten familiar with the town, and knew where the stadium was. 

Taking the keys, he opened the passenger door for Charlotte, and held it open as she got in.   

“Thank you,” she said as he closed the door. 

Moving around the car, he got into the driver’s side and started getting the car fired up. 

“I can’t even remember the last time a man held a door open for me,” she told him. 

“Well then someone’s mama didn’t raise ‘em right,” Kevin said, turning on the faux Southern accent.  “My mama would have whupped my ass if she saw me let you get yourself into the car.” 

“I need to meet your mama sometime,” Charlotte added with a giggle. 

“She’s old school.  And I mean log cabin old school,” Kevin said with a giggle. 

Within a few minutes, they arrived at the stadium.  He pulled into a parking place and shut down the car.  Charlotte reached for the door handle. 

“Wait!  Don’t touch that door handle!  My mama might have spies out here!” he said. 

Charlotte withdrew her hand as if the door handle was radioactive. 

“Oh shit!  Sorry!” she said giggling. 

Kevin got out of the car, shutting the door behind him, and strode around the car in a greatly exaggerated manner.  He could see Charlotte chuckling in the car at the show he was putting on.  He opened the door for her, and offered his hand, which she took. 

“Ma’am,” he said very formally.  He closed the door behind her after she stepped out of the car.  She giggled again. 

“Are you really worried that your mama has spies out here?” she asked with a giggle. 

“Darlin’, my mama is like Santa.  She knows everything,” Kevin told her, straightfaced. 

He crooked his arm and offered it to Charlotte. 

She laced her arm inside his and he led her into the stadium.  He felt great walking inside a stadium packed with spectators with a gorgeous woman on his arm.  He glanced down at Charlotte and saw that she appeared to be thinking about the same thing.  She kept glancing up at him with a big smile, clearly enjoying the moment.  He escorted her into the stadium and led her up the stairs to find a seat near the 50-yard line to watch her daughter.  He noticed eyes turning their way as they came up the stairs, and wondered whether she was the center of attention, or whether it was because he was with her. 

As they took their seats, Crystal looked around and saw them take their seats.  She waved excitedly when she saw them there to watch her.  Within just a minute or so, as the first half was winding down, the drill team was ordered onto the field, to take position in the end zone to prepare for the halftime show.  Crystal gave another short wave before she led the team onto the field. 

They dutifully watched the drill team take the team.  When Crystal was announced as the Team Captain, she jumped up and did the splits, dropping onto the field in that position.  Kevin winced at the thought of that. 

“If I did that, I would be in tears, and taken off the field on a stretcher,” he said, leaning close and whispering conspiratorially into Charlotte’s ear. 

“Me too, I’m afraid,” she whispered back, catching his eye for a brief second. 

As they watched the drill team, Kevin echoed Charlotte’s cheers and screams, cheering the drill team on.  Nobody mistook them for football fans as they screamed.  The scoreboard showed the home team down 28-0 at the half.   

As the crappy football team took the field, the drill team filed back into their seats. As Crystal filed into place, she waved to both of them.  They both waved back. 

“OK, let’s get the hell out of here,” Charlotte said, leaning close to his ear. 

“You don’t like football?” Kevin asked. 

“Not this team.  Jerry’s Kids could kick their asses,” Charlotte whispered. 

Kevin laughed out loud, before clapping his hand over his mouth in feigned surprise.  Charlotte stood, making it clear she was ready to go.  

Kevin stood and offered his arm.  Charlotte took it. 

“Shall we?” he asked. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here.  I don’t want to watch Crystal’s boyfriend throw four more interceptions.” 

Kevin laughed and led her from the stands.  He seemed to sense hundreds of eyes glued on them.