Green Bush Erotica Volume 6
Green Bush Erotica
Volume 6
by Elliot Silvestri
Collection copyright 2014 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
Dollar Milk Maid, Good Boy Sub, and Without Your Wife copyright 2013 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
And Giselle’s Mother copyright 2012 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Table of Contents
And Giselle’s Mother
Part One
Of all the women I never expected to darken my door ever again Vivian would have topped the list—except for one small change in our non-relationship.
“Hello, Vivian,” I said after she rang the bell. I couldn’t said I was completely surprised to see her, I just had expected a phone call or other contact first, not her sudden appearance in front of my very eyes after twenty years of non-contact.
“Ethan,” she said very evenly. I could tell she was trying to control her emotions. What emotions were they? Anger, rage, hatred…all of those certainly. Did she despise me? Probably. Was there a hint of lust behind her gorgeous brown eyes? Probably not. She was still strikingly beautiful after all these years. I knew that of course after seeing her pictures on Facebook. Her deep brown hair was probably helped with some dye, she had a few wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, her previously ivory skin had faded a bit to pallid, and her once ruby-red lips were now a pale shadow of their former selves. But her eyes were still gorgeous. And her tits—she was wearing a V-neck top that was cut low enough to be modest yet still sexy giving me a look at her ample cleavage.
The pause between us had gotten a little long. “For what reason do I have the honor of your presence after lo these many years?” I asked her.
“You know why,” she told me. Her eyes didn’t leave my face. Either she was entranced by my completely average looks or she was seriously pissed off. Most likely the later.
I glanced at up and down my street. Living in the art district is nice, but sometimes the neighbors were a little too close for comfort. I didn’t want Vivian making a huge scene on my front step. “Why don’t you come inside and we can discuss this like adults?” I asked her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, but stepped into my house regardless. I followed her ass into my kitchen. It was still a lovely ass, maybe slightly rounder since twenty years will do that to the female form, but still worthy of admiration.
“Stop staring at my ass,” she told me whirling around.
My eyes snapped up from her ass, pausing at her tits, and locking onto her eyes again. “How did you know?” I asked.
“I could feel it,” she said. “You always ogled me.”
“You didn’t mind it when we were dating,” I pointed out.
“That was twenty years ago and I didn’t mind it because…” she trailed off and made a face. “Never mind.”
“So what are you here for?” I asked trying to keep the conversation moving along. I knew why she had come for the impromptu visit, but I was going to make her work for my cooperation.
“You know why, Ethan.”
I smiled thinly. “Well, since that’s resolved, I’ll bid you good day and see you out.” I gestured back to the front door.
“I don’t want you dating my daughter!” she blurted out angrily.
“I wasn’t aware you had a daughter,” I said. Yes, I did know.
“Giselle Pollock,” she said. Her voice was on edge.
“Giselle?” I asked with exaggerated surprise. “I didn’t realize she was yours. You have different last names…”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ...