The day of the wedding Trish and Christine met Steven at the county courthouse to sign the marriage license. Judge Clifford Brown who performed the ceremony was a tall, slim man with short brown and a goatee who wore glasses that rested on his nose. Christine and Steven exchanged vows and rings. Judge Clifford then pronounced them man and wife and told Steven he could kiss his bride.

Steven nodded and gave Christine a quick peck on the cheek. Christine gave him a surprised look as did the judge.

He shrugged and took Christine’s hand.

“Let’s get going.”

Trish followed them out the door to the parking lot.

“What was that Steven?” Christine asked Steven. He sent her a puzzled look.

“What was what?”

“The kiss you gave me after we exchanged vows. Are you shy about showing your affections?”

“Something like that,” he replied.

“Well then. I just hope you’re not shy with me in the bedroom,” she said in a low voice as she looped her arm through his.

Trish overheard her and made a face.

Ugh, just the thought of Steven touching her mother repulsed her. She hoped she wouldn’t be hearing anything coming from their bedroom. She secretly wished Steven didn’t have to fuck her mom at all and could find a way to avoid it.

“Christine, we can talk about that when we’re home behind closed doors.”

“Alright.”

Steven removed her arm from around his and retrieved his keys from his pants pocket. He hit unlock button on the remote to his SUV and they all climbed in.

“Trish, will you be staying over at your friend Sabrina’s this evening?” her mother said, a pushy expecting tone in her voice.

“Yes. I just have to pack a bag when we get home. Steven, could you drive me?”

“Sure, sweetie. That’s in case your mom doesn’t mind.”

He glanced over at Christine.

“I don’t mind it at all. It will give me time to get your surprise ready.” She slid her hand over on to his thigh.

Trish made another face.

When they arrived, Trish went straight to her bedroom to pack the things and clothes she would need for the weekend.

A knock sounded on her open door and she turned around to find Steven standing in the doorway.

“Hey kiddo, packing for your sleep over at Sabrina’s house I see.”

Trish grinned.

She loved it when he called her that.

Steven stepped inside her room and walked towards her till he stood in front of her. Reaching out with both of his hands, he took her face in his and kissed her sensually on the mouth, caressing her lips with his and sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth.

“I’m going to miss you and wishing I was with you instead of her.”

Steven sighed and brushed her blonde hair back. “I know, baby. Don’t worry though. I have a plan.”

Trish raised an eyebrow. “What? Are you going to slip her a tranquilizer into her glass of wine?”

Steven chuckled, the sound was deep as rumbled through his chest.

“That’s an idea alright, but no. I will just tell her I’m impotent and if she wants my money more than she wants me, she’s not going to pack up and leave.”

“You don’t know my mom, Steven.