The weight of his hand crowned the back of my head. “No. Stay. Don’t lose it. Keep your mouth right there, sucking.”
My face glued to his penis, I couldn’t see anything but the fabric of his trousers. Suddenly, it was pitch black. He’d placed a folded fleecy throw over my head and pressed it down. Underneath, hidden from view, I sucked harder.
Enveloped by the layers of fabric, I suffocated as I attempted to bob up and down. He lifted the throw a fraction.
“Breathe,” he whispered, reminding me not to panic. With a groan, I devoured his cock, and the throw pressed down again.
The pattern of movements—breathe and suck—continued for several minutes. I buzzed all over with sexual excitement, a prickling sensation cruised about my skin, spiralling around my clitoris. His hand drifted down under the waistband of my jeggings, over my bare bottom, and he slid between my wet folds, fingering me while I trembled with delight.
He came with a muted groan and a judder. I swallowed under my protective covering then cleaned him from balls to tip with my salty tongue. With his other hand, he reached under and tucked his weakening erection back in his pants.
“Good girl.” He patted my head under the throw. “You’ll have to be quick.” He meant my orgasm. His fingers plunged inside, forcing me to squirm.
I bit my lip and made it bleed slightly with the intensity of my orgasm. Doing the deed in his parents’ house was so erotic and on the edge of what we could do. He held me tight, forced his fingers deeper inside me, creating a protracted orgasm.
He slipped his juicy fingers under the throw for me to lick clean. I slurped on them.
He chuckled. “You are a glutton.”
My covering removed, the bright light of the outside world dazzled me. I licked off the blood on my bottom lip. If he noticed, he said nothing. I curled up in a stupefied position as if I were a cat, my head still nestled in his warm lap. I could have purred with contentment, too.
A few minutes later, Jason’s parents came in with a tearful Joshua. The little chap had fallen into a flowerbed and was crying. I sighed. Our little trance of post-sex indulgence was over, and I hoped I hadn’t made a damp patch for all to see.
Clive and Audrey seemed oblivious to what had transpired a few metres from them on the other side of several pane-glass windows. Forcing my body out of its submissive state of nothingness was tough. I rearranged my trampled hairstyle, savoured the taste of pure Jason in my mouth, and felt the dampness between my thighs.
I leapt up, as my in-laws glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, aware of my dishevelled state and the heat in my face. “Sorry, need the bathroom.” I abandoned the bawling Joshua to his father.
When I returned feeling clean and respectable, my parents-in-law were in the kitchen preparing Sunday lunch, and Joshua sat on Jason’s knee playing with his shirt buttons. I hovered by the double doors, listening to him whisper to his dry-eyed son.
“Your mummy’s gob is one amazing asset. Whatever comes out of it is just as good as what can fit in it.” His eyes flickere
d in my direction. He knew I was there. “Bottomless pit of a gob.”
“Mumum,” babbled Joshua. “A-gain,” his little voice piped up. One of his few discernible words, usually when asking for more food.
“I think she would if I asked her, but there is this small matter of your grandparents. She’ll have to wait until later. Then I will explore her wibbly-wobbly bits, too. Lovely Mummy.”
I smiled and came over to kiss my two boys: the little one and the big one.
Chapter 4. An Ordinary Day
Jason had competition for my attention: his son. While Jason worked, I entertained my growing boy. Between his meals, which seemed frequent for such a small person, my various classes, and the preparations for the gallery, I shopped for toys and books. Joshua loved books. The brighter the pictures, the longer he would stare at them. He was so like his father. Blond, blue eyed, but with chubby cheeks, unlike his father’s sculptured ones. Somewhere there was me in him—definitely my lips.
He didn’t play with his toys, he explored them, whether with his mouth or little fingers. I despised plastic toys and preferred wooden ones. Fabric cuddlies were cute, although Jason didn’t see the appeal.
“Another teddy bear?” Jason announced, coming down from Joshua’s bedroom one evening. “Are we going to have a picnic with them?” He tossed the latest one over to me.
“It was a present.” We didn’t need the luxury of gifts.
“Hasn’t anyone got any imagination when it comes to presents? Just because we’ve two houses doesn’t mean you have to fill both of his bedrooms with things. It’s like a bloody assault course crossing his floor. I tripped on some goddamn car.” He pointed an accusing finger at me. “You’re banned from shopping until I say otherwise.”
I hid a snigger and popped my eyes open wide in mock horror. “Nothing?”
“You heard me.”
“Poor Josh.” Poor me, too. I couldn’t resist the cute baby toys.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing, although I can’t think of anything he needs. So, nothing. Find different ways to entertain him. I can’t believe he gets bored that easily.” Jason picked up a newspaper and vanished behind it.