Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Yeah, she’s naked a lot,” Rachel agrees from her chair at the counter.
“Rach,” Gabe says to her in warning.
“And she says ‘oh, God’ a lot, too,” Rachel continues. “I don’t want to pray like that at night, Mommy. Once is good.”
I look at Austin, who is trying to hide his smile, then I look at Gabe, who is pretending he doesn’t hear anything.
“Let’s make pancakes. How many do you want, Gabe?”
I mix the pancake batter while we change the subject and chat about what we should make for supper. By the time the kids leave for school, the conversations of the morning are long behind us.
I finally close the door and lock it. I look at Austin in the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “That is almost like watching porn,” I tell him. “You doing stuff like washing dishes, vacuuming, homework with Gabe. It’s mom porn.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Are you checking me out?” he questions with a smile.
“I’m doing more than checking you out. I’m undressing you in my mind,” I tease him as I lean against the counter.
He shakes the water from his hands. “Really? Well, in that case, where the fuck is the vacuum?”
“How about we do that after. I believe I owe you a world-class blowjob.” I turn around and head out of the kitchen. I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. “You coming?”
I don’t have to ask him twice. He storms over to me and lifts me up and over his shoulder with a slap to my ass. “Your mouth on my dick, and there’s no doubt about it, I’ll be coming, alright. Maybe all over you,” he states as he walks us up the stairs and throws me onto the bed. “How long are they in school?” he asks, stripping his pants off.
“They get home at three.” I watch him strip down, and his cock springs free.
“Good. We have all day.” He fists his cock, giving it a few rough jerks.
“How will we fill the time?” I ask him, taking off my shirt now.
“Oh, we’ll think of something.” He meets me on the bed.
And do we ever. We find ways to fill the time in the bed, on the kitchen counter, on the kitchen table, and finally, in the shower.
The rest of the week goes off without a hitch. Austin runs home and brings back some suits, since he doesn’t have to leave at five a.m. anymore.
Now, here we are on Sunday morning, getting ready for my parents to come over for brunch, when Kaleigh and Noah walk in.
Another thing that has changed is that she is never home anymore. She comes to get the kids off the bus in the afternoons, but when it’s time for dinner, she leaves. I’ve never seen her looking happier. Except this morning, she looks a little pale, with circles under her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask her while readying the roast for the oven. I set the alarm to make sure we put it in on time.
“I just feel tired, and I think I caught a bug.” She sits on the stool at the counter.
She is beautiful, her hair curled at the ends, in tight blue jeans and a pink long-sleeved sweater that’s tight at the top and flares out at the bottom.
“She was up all night barfing. You know it’s love when you get someone water while they are yacking,” Noah says, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it up.
“That is really nice of you, pal,” Austin comments from his side of the counter while he looks at them. Both Austin and Noah are dressed down in jeans and button-down shirts.
“I can do a lot of things. I just can’t do the whole vomit thing. But I was proud of myself.” He reaches over and rubs Kaleigh’s head.
We don’t have a chance to say anything before we hear my mother. “Knock, knock, knock!” she calls out before walking into the house.
“Mom, it defeats the purpose if you just walk in,” Kaleigh says. “What if we were all naked?”
My mother gasps. “It’s noon, why would you be naked at noon?”
“Oh, dear God,” I say under my breath. The kids come barreling downstairs, yelling for grandma and grandpa.
“Hey, Austin,” my father greets him, hitting him on the back. “How are you, son? Should we be expecting any penises today?” He laughs as he goes to Kaleigh to give her a side hug.
“Kaleigh, you look like death,” my mother remarks while she comes to hug her and then me. “Austin, it’s good to see you, without, you know.” She motions her hands into the shape of a penis in the air.
“That was a fun time,” Noah says into his cup, smiling, while Austin and I just glare at him.
“I don’t feel good.” Kaleigh gets up to go to the bathroom.