She tenderly raked her fingers along the cock that had dominated her soul for the past few hours. Her mind still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Ugh, this thing is going to ruin me. Oh sweetie, I love you sooo much.”
She turned around, placing her lips gently on his.
“I love you too, mom.”
*THUNDERCLAP*
The sound broke the lover’s idyll, and they realized that it had been raining for some time. Garrett stood up to investigate. He lightly unrolled the blinds to find a cloudy, night sky and torrential rain.
“Wow, guess we lost track of the time,” he muttered before returning to bed, eager to be reunited with maternal flesh.
Kristen, however, stood up, picking up the clock from the floor.
“Oh crap, it’s late. Where’s your father?”
Garrett wrapped an arm around her hips, bringing her close to the bed, “Who cares? We’ll hear the garage door when he’s here. Now come back to bed.”
Kristen playfully slapped his arm away, laughing.
“We’ve only gotten away with this for years by being careful. You’re too reckless, mister.”
He mock frowned in defeat. She rubbed his head.
“Goofball. Let me just make a few calls, Romeo, and then I’ll be all yours again. Deal?”
The teen retreated, happy with her promise, “Deal.”
As she bent over to pick up the robe, redraping it around her shoulders, she ogled her teenage lover, his impressive frame spread over the bed with his muscular arms bulging behind his head.
She pouted, “Ugh… don’t make me regret this too much, sexy. I’ll be right back, okay?”
She bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled, playfully slapping her butt as she walked away.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” she mouthed teasingly before walking out of the room.
Although most of her head was still with the overzealous teenager in the bed she had just left, her rational brain grew concerned with the real world as she heard the rain batter the roof. Doug was a slave to routine, and he rarely came home after his promised time.
Where was he?
*THUNDERCLAP*
Indeed, Bunker Sr. had been in the house for hours, as he had trekked home from his neighbor’s house, after begging a ride. Linda, a decent friend, worked in Accounts across from him and lived a block away. After his car broke down at work, she offered to drive him all the way home, but he insisted on not burdening her. Besides, the walk home would let him pick flowers for his wife; after a month of improved relations with her, he was a much happier man and would do anything to keep things afloat.
So, when he unlocked the front door to the house, his hopes and the flowers in his hand – petunias, Kristen’s favorites – were fresh and healthy. He had been craving the sound of his wife’s voice greeting him home. Unfortunately, the only sounds he heard upon entrance were the animalistic cries of two people clearly having sex.
He quickly walked to the stairs, his mind aflame with confusion.
Soon, the female of the voices screamed aloud.
“Oh GOD!”
Kristen. That was Kristen. It was his wife.
First, his heart sunk.
He walked up the stairs, his body going numb and the world around him beginning to spin.