Fuck, I was just about to blow!
“I was so fucking close. Whoever is at the door can fuck right off,” Sarah grumbles as she turns back to me and starts to move again. Instantly, I’m drawn back into pleasure as she starts riding me quickly.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Chris, you guys home?” I hear Mom call out impatiently.
“Fuck,” we both say in unison.
“Wasn’t she meant to be dropping Ethan home at midday?” Sarah questions as she hops off me and runs to the closet.
I lay on the bed and shake my head.
Great timing! Cock block extraordinaire!
Sarah comes back out with our robes and throws mine at me. “C’mon, Chris, what will Mel think? Get up!”
Frantically, I try not to think about Sarah riding me, mainly to get some relief from my raging hard-on. I pull my robe over my shoulders, stand, and walk with Sarah to the front door.
“Do I look okay?” she asks.
Sarah looks beautiful. Her hair is messed in that just-fucked way, and she smells like sex.
Just the way I like her!
“You look great, babe.” I pull her to me as Mom knocks again.
Sarah opens the door, and Ethan rushes inside and throws his arms around my waist smacking his head right into my semi-erect boner.
Fuck, fuckidy, fucking hell!
“Daddy,” he calls out as I bend down and pick him up, but I can’t quite straighten.
“Hey, champ, have fun at Grandma’s?” I ask.
Mom scoffs. “How many times have I told you, it’s Nanny, not Grandma…” She takes a breath. “You two look happy,” she states with a knowing smirk.
Sarah hides into my chest and cuddles into Ethan. “Yeah, well, we thought you were coming at midday,” I groan while handing Ethan to Sarah.
“Honey, it’s nearly one. I gave you extra time.”
“Crap! Really?” Sarah asks, and Mom nods.
“Crap, crap, crap,” Ethan copies rather loudly, and I can’t help but laugh.
Sarah and Mom both look at me sternly. “No, Ethan, that’s a bad word,” Sarah chides.
“Yeah, I forgot to tell you he’s been repeating everything we say and do. Your sisters taught him how to do the Macarena last night,” Mom adds.
“Macaweena, macaweena,” Ethan sings.
Sarah places him on the floor, and he runs off.
“They must be so pissed he’s a boy,” Sarah jests, ushering Mom inside and shutting the door.
We all laugh and head to the kitchen. “Want a coffee, Mel?” Sarah asks.
Mom nods. “So, did you two have a good night off?”