Piper’s POV
What a surprise to hear Mom’s voice standing at my bedroom door. “I am okay, Mom.”
“Piper, open the door please,” Mom pleaded.
“Ok, wait a minute,” I replied.
I quickly pulled the dildo out of my pussy and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to clean the dildo and put it back into the secret drawer.
After locking it tightly, I went back into the room, put on my nightwear, smoothed my hair, and tried to act as normal as possible, even though my heart was beating quite fast.
After opening the door, Mom stood in front of my bedroom door with a look that was hard to describe.
“What’s wrong? I thought you were asleep,” I said, while pretending to yawn.
“I know what you were doing earlier. It’s been seven years since you haven’t been in a relationship with any man. It’s not good if you continue to be alone. Open your heart and find a good man who will accept you as a single parent and be able to accept Jensen. Until when are you going to keep masturbating in your room?” she asked with a long sigh.
“S-so you know what I did earlier? Since when did you know?” I asked, remembering the time when I checked on Mom and Jensen in their respective bedrooms. I was sure they were already asleep.
“Why? I was already asleep, but I suddenly felt thirsty, so I got up to get a drink from the kitchen. When I passed your bedroom, I heard a familiar voice. Piper, you’re an adult. Jensen is six years old. Give yourself a chance to start a relationship. Think about what I’m saying. Good night.” Then Mom went back to her bedroom, leaving me still shocked by everything she said.
“G-good night, mom,” I stammered.
I felt embarrassed. Question after question kept spinning in my head. Could it be that I was moaning too loudly? Could it be that the door to this room was too thin to muffle the moaning sound? What if Jensen passed in front of my bedroom and heard my orgasm moan? Oh no, that can’t happen. Maybe what Mom said was true.
Should I take part in a blind date? There was no harm in trying.
The next morning, I woke up some fifteen minutes late because last night after talking with Mom; I had trouble falling asleep. As a result, I slept an hour later, and it was already early in the morning, so I couldn’t afford to wake up early. Luckily, Jensen never gave up on waking me up. He’s such a good boy.
Since time was running out, I hurried into the shower. A few minutes later, I heard Jensen knocking on the bathroom door.
“Mom, Mom,” he said.
“Yes, what’s going on?” I asked.
“A man named Ken is waiting for you. He said Sir Jay told him to pick you up. And he’s now sitting waiting for you in the living room,” Jensen replied.
“What! So he ordered someone to pick me up. Am I dreaming?” I said as I covered my body with a towel.
“Mom, I’m going to school now. Hurry, he’s been waiting over twenty minutes,” Jensen said.
“Ok, have a nice day. Love you, Jensen,” I replied.
“Have a nice day and love you too,” he replied.
I rushed out of the bathroom and got ready. What was the wind that made Jay order someone to pick me up? What if this became a problem between me and Megan? Oh, come on. I just wanted to live a peaceful life and not have any conflicts with Megan.
Once ready, I hurriedly grabbed my bag and walked out of the bedroom. I saw a middle-aged man wearing a suit and shiny black shoes sitting in the living room enjoying a cup of coffee and watching the news on television. I hurried over to him.
“Good morning. Sorry to keep you waiting. Piper Smith,” I said as I extended my hand, intending to shake hands with him.
“Good morning, Ms. Ken Wood. I guess I haven’t waited too long. Oh, Miss Jessie asked you to enjoy breakfast with her at the mansion. She’s already asked the servants to make a lot of food for you. So, can we go now?” he asked as he smiled and showed off his row of neat and clean teeth.
“Oh alright. Allow me to say goodbye to my mom. Just a moment,” I pleaded.
“Please. I’ll wait here,” he replied.
Then I went to Mom, who was in the kitchen. When I stood next to her, she was putting the cake batter into a round container. Mom had always loved baking and her cakes were the best I’d ever had.
“Are you leaving now without breakfast?” she asked.
“Yes. Sorry. My boss’s daughter is waiting for me to have breakfast together. I’ll accompany you to dinner later. I’m leaving now. Love you,” I replied as I hugged Mom and kissed her cheek.
Mom touched my hand and replied, “don’t keep her waiting. Love you.”
Long story short, I was already on my way to the mansion. That morning, I sat in the front passenger seat, right next to Ken. From the moment the car started moving, Ken was silent and said nothing. Suddenly, on the way, he asked, “Ms. Smith, can I ask you something?”
“Please,” I replied.
He was silent for a moment. Then, he spoke again, “Is the boy named Jensen your son?”
“Yes. Is there something wrong?” I asked. I knew it had to do with the facial resemblance between Jensen and Jessie.
“Their faces are very similar,” he replied, with his eyes still focused on the road.
“Yes, I also noticed their resemblance yesterday when I first met Jessie.”
“But they look so much alike. There can’t be two people in this world who look so similar,” he said.
Oh, he’s right. I had thought so. It’s just that I couldn’t find any connection between the two of them.
“Do you suspect anything?” I asked curiously.
“Umm, try to find out, Ms. Because their facial resemblance is unusual. Maybe you can ask Sir Jay about this,” he said.
“Oh, alright. I’ll try asking him later. Thank you for your concern, Ken.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. We’re here. Miss Jessie must be waiting for you,” he said.
“Yes. Then I’ll go inside now. Thank you.” Ken nodded with a smile. I hurried inside the mansion, hoping I wouldn’t keep Jessie waiting too long.
Ken Wood’s POV
The face of the boy named Jensen was very similar to Miss Jessie’s. They were like identical twins, or maybe they were twins. But how could their parents not realize that? I have to tell this to Sir Jay immediately so that he can find out.
What exactly is behind all this? I’m sure the two kids must be related to blood.