Her confusion only makes me laugh some more. Returning to the table, I walk behind her chair and drop down to give her a quick hu
g.
“You’re in an awfully good mood this morning,” she remarks with a great big smile when I pull away.
She still loves my hugs.
My dad grunts in agreement before pushing another forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
I know most people my age would feel embarrassed or put out living with their parents, but honestly my parents are so awesome I don’t mind it. They’ve always been there for me, and I truly appreciate all the help they’re providing me, so in return I help out around the house as much as I can.
I’m not a lazy freeloader. Both my parents still work full-time, 9-5 jobs, and I don’t expect them to raise my daughter just because I still live with them. So while they provide the roof over our heads, I pay for a portion of the bills and groceries. The last thing I want to do is put a financial burden on them.
And now that Carson is finally paying child support, I could afford to move Hope and I into a place of our own, but when I suggested that idea to my parents they quickly dismissed it. Why move into our own place just for the sake of appearances? So instead of moving out and paying a mortgage or rent, I’ve set up a college fund for Hope. Any money that’s left over at the end of the month goes straight into her college fund, so I never have to worry about her not being able to afford to go like I did.
Leaning over the table, I snatch a piece of bacon off of my father’s plate and almost get my hand forked in the process. He waves his fork menacingly at me but otherwise his eyes are sparkling.
Taking a bite of the bacon, I chew and swallow it down before asking as casually as I can manage. “Do you mind watching Hope for me tonight? A friend asked me to go see that new 007 movie with them.”
“Mandy wants to see James Bond?” My father asks incredulously before stuffing more pancake into his mouth.
“No, not Mandy…” I cough and pick up my glass of orange juice, taking a huge gulp from it.
“Oh,” my mom says, her lips pulling into a grin as she and my father share a knowing look. “A friend, eh?”
They both look at me and even though I’m a grown woman who’s allowed to date without their permission, I’m blushing. I’m just not used to asking them to watch her so I can go on a date with a guy.
Like I said earlier, the options have been few and the pickings have been slim. Most guys just aren’t worth the effort I’d have to devote to them. Seriously, the last guy I went on a date with told me straight up that his friends had advised him against it but he thought I was so hot in my profile picture he’d be willing to put up with my daughter.
I ended the date by telling him he wasn’t worth her putting up with him.
“Your friend wouldn’t happen to be called Bear? Would he?” My father asks and I nearly choke on my next gulp of juice.
“Hope already spilled the beans last night when I was working, didn’t she?” I ask, wiping the juice off my chin.
They both nod and I sigh. When there’s a four-year-old girl around, good luck keeping a secret.
“Yeah, his friends call him Bear, but his name is Max. And…” I chew on my lip for a moment before I admit, “I think I really like him.”
My mom nods as if she’s satisfied with my answer. “Yeah, go out and have some fun. You deserve it, honey. Watching Hope won’t be a problem for us.”
My father goes back to his pancakes, the entire matter settled to him.
“Thank you,” I smile and jump up from the table.
I need to start getting ready. There’s only seven hours until Bear is stopping by to pick me up, and after what I glimpsed in the mirror earlier, I’m going to need all of it.
Max
Yawning, I roll over in the bed. My arm is still searching for the warm spot it had the night before. Now that side of the bed is cold and empty… not that I let her get that far away from me when she was here. I kept that perfect body right next to me. Like seriously perfect… small and curvy, rounded in all the right places. Even the faint stretch marks etched onto her stomach were sexy as fuck.
Shit. Now my cock that was still sleeping is hard as a fucking rock.
It’s been a good while since I had a good release of all the come building up inside my balls, and I can tell when I let it all out it’s going to be a fuck ton. Grace has me so damn aroused and hard right now I can barely think of much beyond what it will feel like when I slam into her with my hard fucking cock.
Ropes and ropes of my come filling her up….
Fuck.