I entered the bar and looked around, searching for Alana. It didn't take long to spot her sitting alone at a corner table, a half-empty glass of whiskey in front of her. As I approached, I could see the weariness etched on her face, the lines of stress and sadness that marred her usual radiance.
"Alana," I called softly, taking a seat across from her. "I'm here."
She looked up, her eyes glassy and red from tears. She forced a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Alex," she slurred slightly, her words heavy with the weight of her emotions. "I'm glad you came."
I reached across the table and took her hand in mine, offering her a comforting squeeze. "I'm here for you, Alana. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to help."
Alana sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging. "It's just... I never thought I would be betrayed by my own daughter. It hurts, Alex. It hurts so much."
I could hear the pain in her voice, and my heart ached for her. I knew that feeling of betrayal all too well. "I understand, Alana. It's a difficult thing to come to terms with. But we'll get through this together. We'll find the truth and hold her accountable."
Alana's eyes filled with tears once again, and she shook her head. "I don't know if I can face her, Alex. I don't know if I can bear to hear her reasons, her excuses."
I squeezed her hand tighter, offering her my support. "You don't have to face her alone, Alana. I'll be right there with you."
Alana drank a shot, "Haaa... Look at me complaining and spoiling your evening. All I do is complain. Now, look at me, I slept with you, my daughter's ex-boyfriend and I am the one to talk."
I could see the self-blame and guilt weighing heavily on Alana's shoulders, and it pained me to witness her spiraling thoughts. I reached out to gently cup her face, making her look into my eyes.
"Alana, what happened between us was a choice we both made. It wasn't your fault, and it doesn't define you as a person," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity. "And, I don't regret anything that has happened between us."
Alana's eyes searched mine, and I could see a mix of emotions flickering within them—uncertainty, regret, and a glimmer of hope. She seemed lost, trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
"You mean it?" She touched my hand.
I nodded, my gaze unwavering. "Yes, Alana, I mean it. Our connection was unexpected, but it was real. I care about you, and what we shared was a genuine moment between two people."
Alana's hand trembled slightly as she held mine, her voice barely above a whisper. "I care about you too, Alex. But..."
"Sush!" I smiled softly, my finger lingering on Alana's lips for a moment before I withdrew it. "No 'buts,' Alana. We'll deal with everything that comes our way, step by step. Right now, I want you to focus on taking care of yourself and finding the strength to face what's ahead."
"Ok, alright," She shifted closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I wrapped my arm around Alana, providing her with a comforting embrace. She leaned into me, seeking solace and support in the midst of her pain. The scent of whiskey lingered in the air around us, a reminder of the numbing effect she sought in her current state.
Alana's voice trembled as she spoke, "I love you, Alex."
"I love you too, Alana," I replied.
"Prove it," She said, her voice laced with lust.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against Alana's. Her mouth was soft and warm, and as our tongues intertwined I couldn't help but taste the remnants of whiskey. With each kiss I tasted the alcohol on her tongue, an intimate reminder of how far I had let myself go.
Alana pulled away from the kiss, licking her lips. "Take out your cock. I want to suck it. I want to suck my daughter's ex-boyfriend's big cock."
Alana's words were a mix of desperation and lust, and I found it hard to contain. But the thing is we are sitting in a public bar. Doing something like this in the public might not be a good idea. But, Alana has already unzipped my pants and taken out my cock.
We kissed again, our desire overpowering the awkwardness of the situation. My dick stood erect in front of her, ready and willing. She grabbed the base of my cock, holding my erection in place.
"Did Alica knows you have such a huge thing in your pants?" Alana started to jerk me off, watching my reactions closely. "She must have seen it once or twice, right?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Nope. She didn't even let me touch her. And before I knew it, she did all that shit."
Alana giggled, her hand moving up and down my shaft. "Do you miss that bitch, Alex?" She whispered, her hand working faster.
I shook my head in disbelief. "No, I don't."
"So, I wonder what she'd say if she sees what you have right now in your pants."
"I'm gonna tell her, Alana! That we screwed in the middle of the bar," I moaned, unable to contain my own arousal, "Let's make her suffer together when she arrives."
Alana's free hand reached underneath the table, grabbing my balls. She squeezed firmly, eliciting another groan from me.
"She deserves more, Alex. She deserves more than simple suffering. How dare she betray her own mother and even try to kill her boyfriend." Alana started to pump my cock faster, her strokes quickening and increasing in intensity.
"Exactly, let's give her a taste of her own medicine. I have everything planned out. All you need to do is bring her to me," I said as my hand reached under her shorts, fondling her pussy through her panties.
Alana moaned loudly, her body leaning further on my shoulders as I continued jerking her off. She grabbed the base of my cock with her other hand and started stroking in rhythm with my hand, our fingers moving in sync as our minds worked in unison.
"I'll tell you when I'm ready. When she arrives, I'll take her right to you. She rejected you, didn't she? I want you to fuck her ass. I want you to destroy her holes," Alana said as she went under the table and started sucking on my cock.
"Oh! Fuck!" I couldn't help but moan a bit. She is awesome. Her mouth feels divine.
"Mmmmm... Ohhh..." Alana mumbled, her cheeks hollow as she sucked my cock while stroking my balls.
Alana's eyes met mine briefly. "Fuck, I wish I can see her, getting her ass slammed by this cock. I'd love to shove my fist up that slut's cunt, and then I'd take out your cock out of her ass and make you fuck me like a whore."
I looked around the bar. No one was paying any attention to us. I knew we weren't in a hurry.
"Shit! I am going to cum!" I moaned as Alana bobbed her head faster and faster.
"Mumm~ Yeah! Give it to me. Pump it into my throat," Alana moaned, as she held her mouth at the base of my cock, holding it in her throat.
I exploded into her mouth, a flood of hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, slurping loudly as I continued to unload my seed into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around my cock, cleaning my shaft while I held her head in my hands, my hips still thrusting. Once I had finished cumming, Alana released my cock from her mouth, and my spent member flopped limply in front of her face.
Alana stood up, my cock flopping back and forth, still connected to her mouth. Her lips were red and swollen from sucking, and I could see her throat working to swallow my load. She licked her lips, her cheeks bloated from the effort of swallowing my cum.
"That was great. How about we continue this in your room?" I suggested, after adjusting everything.
Huh?! This smell! Harl, Jen and Hina! Don't tell me they were peeping. I looked around, but couldn't sense them anymore. Humm. Might be my imagination.
Alana grabbed my hand, pulling me along. We left the bar and walked towards her apartment, hand-in-hand.
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