Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Don’t worry about me, I can take a year off and work full time.” I shrugged, “Rent will be cheaper, we’ll be out from the bills and…” I snapped my fingers, “We will get dad’s money so in six months we’ll have that and we’ll be fine, I could go back to school or you could keep the money for you and I’ll finish at CCRI and pay one course at a time.”

“No. I… I can’t lose this house, honey and you have to stay in school.”

“You just said we have no options.”

“True, but tell me Ryan, where’s the three grand or so we would need to move? First month, security, movers.” She looked around, “Then again we would be going smaller and I’d be selling a lot of things.”

“No!” I pointed at her, “All this stuff you and dad bought together, I… I’ve been trying to sell my car. I know you won’t want me to, but…”

“I know.”

“You…”

“Yes, I went by your work and saw the sign.” She grinned, “I used my key to open it and changed the four to a seven on your phone number, that’s why no one has called.”

“You…”

“You’re not selling your car, bought it for you, so if you don’t want me selling our belongings…”

“Mom something has to give, I mean we’re … we’re kind of desperate I guess.”

“We are, aren’t we?” she said, an odd look on her face.

“I’d say so,” I waved my hand disgustedly, “I can’t imagine telling the girls, but if you want me to I will, and I’ll help them pack so you don’t have…”

“Don’t say anything yet.” Mom said, “We have one more chance, but… well it’s desperate.”

“What is it?” I asked, “Can I help?”

“No, I think this one will be all me, honey.”

“What is it?” I asked again, “Another bank?”

“I think you’d be better off not knowing.”

“You can’t do that to me, mom. You said once dad passed I was the man of the house and we were going to figure it all out together.”

Mom stared at me in silence and I could see her wavering on whether or not to say anything. I stayed quiet, not wanting to fight with her unless I had to and finally she nodded as if agreeing with herself and putting her hand over mine, said,

“Ryan, I’m going to go see Uncle Malcolm tomorrow.”

Chapter Three

“Uncle Malcolm?” I repeated, numbly.

“Yes.” Mom began, “I know what he is, but he’s, Christ, Ryan, he has to be making seven figures at this point, you said yourself he’s got more money than…”

“Are you crazy?” I blurted, “What the fuck, mom?”

“Hey! Don’t speak to me like that!” She raised her voice angrily.

“Then don’t talk like that, shit, dad would rather see you stripping than talking to that piece of garbage!”

“Yeah, well Dad’s not here is he?” She tapped her chest, “I am and it’s up to me to save this house and your school and…”

“Screw that!” I wouldn’t back down, not when that asshole was involved, “I’d rather live in the street and just get a job with Billy’s dad. I know why dad couldn’t stand him, mom. The guy offered dad money to fuck you, he’s a disgusting piece of shit and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you go see him.”

“I’m the parent here, Ryan, and I’ll decide…”

“I swear to God, mom I will go there before you and beat the piss out of him. No way are you dealing with him!”

“You don’t get the choice Ryan, because I already called him from the club tonight. I’m going to his office tomorrow after the salon.”

“His office? Well I guess you should stay dressed like you are now then, that’s all he’s ever thought of you, you’re just a piece of meat he wants to fuck, like every other woman is.”

“Ryan, you drop one more f-bomb to me and I’ll slap you.” She warned, “You want to be treated like an adult? Then act like one, a respectful one.”

“Okay.” I forced myself to calm down, “I’m sorry about swearing, but mom, he’s… he’s a sleazebag, dad hadn’t talked to him in five years neither have we. I… it made me sick just seeing him at the funeral and I was glad he didn’t try to talk to us.”

“Look, Ryan, your uncle is a pervert, hell, he owns an adult film company and has his own website, everything is sex with him, it always has been, but you said yourself you would take his money.”

“If he was a decent human being and offered.” I pointed out, “I don’t want you going to ask him.”

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“Because he’s… he’s him.” I said, “He’ll want you to beg and he’ll… mom he might say yes, but he’s going to want you to… you know.”

“Fuck me?” Mom asked.

“Oh, you can swear?” I rolled my eyes, “But yeah, the sleaze offered dad before, why wouldn’t he again?”

“If that’s what it takes, maybe I will.” She said, her eyes averted from mine.

“What? Mom, you better get some sleep, because I can’t believe you would even say that.”

“Ryan, if he’ll hand me twenty fine thousand dollars to save the family as we know it, I’ll do it.”

“Bullshit you will! You think dad would… okay,” I caught myself and went in another direction, “What about me? You know how horrible I would feel?”

“But you’d feel that way in this house and in a good school. Ryan, there’s a chance he will just lend me the money and that’s what I am going to ask for. We pay him back in six months. If it turns into a sleazy game then I’ll see how it goes, but if it comes down to it, I will, but the money isn’t a loan, he’s buying me.”

“Like a whore?”

“Like a woman doing what she has to.”

“Mom, you… I want to go with you.”

“No.”

“Why?” I grunted, “I know why, because you know it’s going to come to that and you know I’ll knock his damn teeth out.”

“Ryan, he might do the right thing.”

“Please, he only does right for himself.”

“Malcolm… has a sense of what’s right in a way, or at least a sense of family.”

“Really?” I laughed disgustedly, “So, “Hey Robert, I’ll give you ten grand to fuck Vicky, fifteen if she’ll take it in the ass, twenty if I can film it and cum in her mouth.”

I smiled at the shocked look on mom’s face, “Yeah, dad told me word for word what that scum said, know why? Because he wanted me to know what filth he was and he told me…”

It was my turn to look away, but in my case so she couldn’t see the tears forming my eyes, “Dad told me to keep you away from him, no matter what. I told him I would.”

I forced myself to meet her gaze. “I promised dad I would take care of you, mom. I can’t let you talk to him, at least not alone.”

“Ryan…” Mom squeezed my hand, “Thank you. Thank you for wanting to take care of me, but I want to take care of you and Katie and Sarah. Want to see me out of the club? I get twenty five grand I won’t go back, it will be enough to get us through the six months.”

“Rather see you there than in his bed. Sick bastard would want to tape it I’ll bet.”

“Like I said he might just…”

“Do you really believe that?” I raised my eyebrows.

Mom leaned back onto the couch, “It’s one thirty and we should be sleeping. I shouldn’t have said anything, but seeing you know and aren’t going to drop this, let me ask you something. Did your dad ever tell you about Malcolm? How he got where he is?”

“No and I don’t care.”

“Well along the way, he did try to help your father, in his way. So let me tell you.”

“Fine.” I sat back into the couch as she was.

“Malcolm was never a bad kid, but a dreamer and schemer and a little lazy. Your father worked his ass off in school and Malcolm coasted, claiming he wouldn’t need college. One thing Malcolm had going for him was looks. Now your dad,” she smiled at me,

“And you just like him, are good looking men, but… Malcolm? Flat out gorgeous, Hollywood good looking and he did very well with the girls.”

“You mean he wasn’t paying for it back then?”

“No, he was being paid.” Mom explained. “He quit school and was bartending, made decent money, but more important to him was hooking up with all kinds of women, coeds to cougars. Well one older woman really took a liking to him, started paying him to take nights off and fool around with her. According to him, she thought he was a damn good lover and,” she rolled her eyes, “Pretty well hung.”

“Whatever.” I muttered.

“Well, seems this woman did some work for a porn studio, shooting cougar scenes before it was popular. She convinced her director to give him a shot.”

“You mean he was actually a porn star?”

“Yup, and his name was Malcolm Stone, did a lot of movies and made a lot of money doing what he loved best, fucking. But he wasn’t a stupid man by any means and the scheming came in and the internet was starting to really blow up and he talked a few other guys and some women into starting their own site. He needed some money and your dad lent him ten grand against my wishes. But…” she put her hands out,

“We got it back in six months. The website turned into several, each catering to a specific fantasy and he used that money to go into full blown producing. He’s got a goddamn dirty mind and some of his movies won awards for originality. His “Stone Cold Sex” site has thirty separate kink categories, everything from interracial to step mother step sister fantasies, he even has some that are supposed to be real incest, but of course are all actors.”

“So what? We know he has money and you’re just making him sound sicker to me.”

“Sex isn’t sick, honey, if two people agree, who cares what they do.” She shrugged. “Your dad was the opposite, took a lot to talk him into trying anything.”

“TMI” I told her.

“Sorry, but dad was an accountant; and he fit that safe, vanilla personality. Dad was practical and steady. Malcolm was wild and adventurous and turned his vice into money. Well when you were eight and we found out I was having twins and dad was worried about money, Malcolm offered him a job.”

“In porn?”

“No, honey, well not as an actor, but the accountant for Stone Cold Sex, your uncle was offering your dad close to six figures, thirty more than what he was making and said as the company grew he would pay more. Dad refused, said he wanted no part of that industry.”

“Were you mad?”

“No, I mean, I think dad was being a little to anal,” she laughed, “pardon the pun, but it was his call. Your uncle was put off though. Said your dad thought he was better than him and always had. It turned into a big argument and they didn’t talk for well over a year”