Falling In Love With Him – Her First Love

Chapter 39 - He Attracts Women

Hera was his Goddess, his angel of love, his happiness. He never wanted anyone else, except his Goddess. But he'd no choice but to quench his thirst elsewhere with every other available substitute. It would have to do until his Goddess showers mercy upon him. He couldn't get intimate with Hera yet because she was too young for that. 

However, his attraction towards Hera kept growing intensely and resisting her became more and more difficult each day. 

Changing hormones, demanding for sexual pleasure turned him into a sex addict, a man-whore. That's what Hera accused of him. Since the day his dick learned to stand up in attention, he'd been digging into every dirty hole. 

'What you didn't know, Goddess, was that you were all I ever wanted.' 

After all, Hera was the blissful heaven he never wished to leave.. Sighing dejectedly he spared another longing look at her face in the picture before pocketing his phone. 

"Need company, pretty boy?" A soft female voice said, interrupting Hunter's private thoughts. The woman in her mid-thirties held out her palm, offering a handshake. He remembered the woman. She was the one who dared to flirt with his father a while ago in front of his mother. The woman was lucky that she's still alive. 

Dressed in a crisscross open back overlap asymmetrical dress, she looked pretty hot. No need to wonder how did Hunter know so much about a woman's dress. He knew his mother's designer and her young daughter very well. 

Like a proper gentleman, he stood straight to greet her and took her awaiting palm in his. Surprising him, instead of shaking their hands, she pulled him into her arms. "Hmm, you feel so good. I'm impressed with these muscles," the woman whispered huskily, rubbing her hands over his arms. Hunter's eyes widened in disbelief. "You have a rock-hard body. Just what a woman loves to rub her soft body against," she said, and undoubtedly he heard her moan in pleasure. 

She sounded drunk, so Hunter thought to ignore her indecency and tried to detangle himself from her hold in a subtle way. He didn't want to come off as rude. 

But to his shock, the woman shamelessly pushed herself flush against his torso, crushing her breasts into his chest. Her hands started exploring his back. Though she was a pleasant sight for every hot-blooded male, Hunter didn't want another trouble to add to his list. He pushed her off him abruptly when her hand reached his butt. The woman was practically trying to seduce him with his parents standing just at twenty feet away from them. He's not at all comfortable with her absurd way of approach. 

He caught sight of his mother walking towards him and sighed in relief when she neared him. The seductress noticed that something behind her distracted Hunter and tried to grab his attention back to her. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she leaned herself against his body while her other hand went below his belt and brushed against his crotch. 

'What the fuck!'

"My my! Your little friend down there already got excited. I can show you a good time. Let's go somewhere quiet," standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear. She was talking about his semi-hard manhood which was aching for his Hera. Hunter felt offended because the woman addressed his prized possession as "Little friend". 

'Little friend? There's nothing little about my buddy.'

His pride down there got excited for his Goddess, not for this slut. He wanted to say that to her face but stopped himself from insulting her because his mother taught him well. He reminded himself that she was a guest tonight. 

"Keep your hands off my boys, Lettica, unless you want me to rip them off," his mother's warning tone sounded loud and clear. She walked in between and stood in front of the woman, guarding Hunter like a shield. 

Hunter finally relaxed but felt sorry for the woman. His mother never believed in empty threats, and he knew how dangerous it would be to provoke her. 

"Don't be so rude, Mrs Carlo. It's not fair that only you get to own all the hot men. Sharing is caring, you know." Lettica said, pouting her red-coated lips innocently. Hunter observed his mother smirking at the woman arrogantly. He could guess, from where he got his share of arrogance. 

"Desperate, aren't we? But I don't share, honey. My boys are mine to own," she said, turning around to look at her only son. Wrapping her arms around Hunter's mid-torso, his mother hugged him. He's so tall she could reach only to his chest. She kissed him on his chest with so much affection filled in her eyes. But it automatically changed into a death glare when she turned to face the said Lettica. 

"You're lucky that you're a guest tonight, Lettica because my parents and my In-laws won't let me kill a guest at home. Now be gone before I change my mind and dissect your body, part by part," she said, dismissing the woman. She walked around him, reaching for the barstool and Hunter politely pulled it to her. 

"Bloody Cougar! She thinks she can molest my baby boy?" She murmured to herself, but loud enough for the woman to hear. Lettica stomped her foot in anger before walking away. 

With a soft chuckle, Hunter sat next to his mother, and asked in a gentle tone, "Can I buy you a drink, my beautiful lady?" She smiled every trace of anger was now gone. "Yes, you can, darling," she said in approval, and he ordered a red wine for her. Hunter shifted in his chair, adjusting into a more comfortable posture facing her. "That Cougar part was rude. You didn't have to say that," he said in mock pity trying not to laugh. But couldn't help and join when his mother laughed. 

"You know what? I think your dad was right. I need to find a bride for you. That's the only way to keep these whores away from you, and also, I'll have a daughter-in-law to spoil," she said, and Hunter choked on his drink, coughing and spluttering whiskey out of his mouth that he was about to swallow a second ago. "Mom, what bride? I'm only eighteen for God's sake!" He exclaimed in disbelief and to his horror she sounded damn serious. 

'She doesn't need to know that I've already found my bride and got married to her long back.' 

"Yeah, right, eighteen. But that did not stop these women from getting into your pants," his mother said, snorting before rolling her eyes. "My boys attract women like a magnet without even trying," she said, amused but irked at the same time. 

 'Ah, man! So much for keeping my image clean. Nothing escapes this woman.' 

His father was right, after all. The woman had her spies planted all over. 

"You're the youngest of all at this party right now. Yet, all the females irrespective of age, are ogling you without any shame. Can you see that girl in a black dress which is doing nothing to hide her womanly assets?" She asked, and Hunter saw her pointing at Claire. He pursed his lips silently praying for an escape while his mother glared at the girl. "She's twenty-one, and that short girl in pink standing next to her, she's her younger sister," she said with the same disgusted tone. 

Hunter knew that girl. Meeting Claire had led him to her younger sister, and they had tumbled into bed a few times. He bit his lip, avoiding his mother's eyes.

"She's the youngest daughter of Luca Baresi. She's nineteen, and don't even count those older women lusting after my eighteen years old son. The one earlier molesting you was thirty-five. And look at that woman over there talking to your grandma. She's in her early forties. Shamelessly eyeing my little boy as if he's a delicious meatball and she couldn't wait to devour him. I'm sure her panties are dripping wet by now, that is if that cunt is wearing one," she said. 

Hunter couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, God! Seriously, this woman has no filter. Mom, that sounds so gross," Hunter said and grimaced in disgust. His mother elegantly lifted her glass to her lips. Taking a sip of her wine, she smiled at him sweetly. "Thinking of the filter, have you been using one? I don't want my baby to catch dirty cooties," she said in a tone as if she was reprimanding her five-year-old child. 

"Where is that husband of yours when we need him?" Hunter groaned, eyes searching for his father. His mother giggled, "Think of the devil, and he appears," she said, grinning at her husband who didn't waste any time and attacked her lips, kissing her passionately. Hunter rolled his eyes at their public display of affection. 

"I never thought I would say this, but, Dad, please keep her mouth occupied if that's the only way to make her shut up. Though it's awkward to watch my parents make out in front of my eyes," Hunter said, looking away from his parents. He turned his barstool in the opposite direction and heard them chuckle in response.