I was so playful after my gym time. The brat was also in a playful mood. Completely sweaty and stinky, I pulled my workout shorts down and did a little shake for him and told him I'd been working this ass and getting it ready for him. He told me to put it away until I took a shower, but he didn't look away from my ass jiggling.
I started dinner and then asked him to check on the food for me while I took a shower.
I know he only checked it one time. He remembered as he heard me leaving the bathroom to the bedroom. I threw a T-shirt on, no pants, and when I exited the bedroom to head back to the kitchen, he was leaving it.
He made sure to tell me he stirred the squash.
I stood in the kitchen waiting for everything to cook, tending to a stirring task here and there, and wrote yesterday's blog post.
When everything was ready I fixed our plates. I was still pantsless. I walked up to him and turned my ass to him, holding his food. “Do you want this food?” No I don't think you washed your ass enough for salad”.
“Do you want this plate or not?”
*Thwap
I handed him his plate. “Thank you”
My son was at his dad's so when we finally got to bed, I could be loud.
When I began performing my mouth worship, he pushed my head down on his cock hard and began fucking my mouth until I gagged, grabbing onto his lower stomach to steady myself on his cock. When I was done I climbed on top of him and said, “you're kinky even though you don't like to admit it. You like it when I choke and gag on your cock. Don't you?”
He agreed in a moan as I began to grind into him.
“Oh fuck”, he grunted when I shifted my weight and began lifting myself and sliding my pussy up and down his cock. “Do you like that?”
“Yes I do” he said sternly. After a few minutes, I laid down on my back. I wanted to be fucked. He obliged and then went down on me. I was fantasizing again about young 23 him meeting a 17 year old virgin Jenna with her tight tan skin and big tits. This didn't happen in real life. I met him when I was 32 after a kid and a beat reduction, and he was 37. But I fantasize about this often. When I came, he got up and began fucking me hard. It was glorious and I couldn't help but tell him loudly.
“Oh God I love it” I moaned for probably the tenth time and he came hard and fast. I audibly lamented the ending of the fucking.
“You should stop telling me how much you love it then”, he answered my agonized groans.
Fair.
After work I had to go pick up my son from his dad's house a long fucking way away. I'm not letting him drive with him right now because he has warrants out for his arrest for stealing money from his father. Classy piece of shit. I don't want him going over there at all, but he begged me to let him some this summer. He loves his dad but he understands where his many faults are. I don't have any fear he's walking in his dad's footsteps. He just wants to hang out with him. His dad knows how quickly I'll take it away though, so he seems to be on his best behavior lately…which still isn't wonderful. After I picked up the precious cargo, I drove over an hour to my mom's to switch cars (mine is in the shop finally).
We are heading south tomorrow and I wanted to get her Maxima. I didn't get home until 8 pm, ate a quick dinner, did some laundry and made myself go to the gym. I didn't get there until 9 pm. But I went. Now I've got to get myself packed. My husband is coming with us!!! If you follow along, you will already know it's almost impossible to get him to go anywhere unless it's sanctioned by work. We are visiting his relatives in Foley tomorrow and picking up my friends’ kids so they can go on a romantic trip together to Savannah.
I asked my son to go to bed at a decent time because I would have trouble waking him up in the morning. The thirteen year old boy looked at me with a serious expression upon his face. “Mom, I know it seems impossible. But you can do it.” I started giggling which made him smile and he started stemming. As he ran back and forth he said “well last time you just left”. I laughed some more…”baby I promise I won't leave you here all weekend”. He smiled. My husband came in the room asking what was funny and I said “He has PTSD from me leaving him for Florida a couple of months ago”, I said.
“I didn't say I had PTSD…”
“I know, I'm diagnosising you” I said as he ran across the room again, hands slapping his leg. “I didn't think me leaving you to sleep and be a teenager would be traumatizing. But don't you forget it. Maybe I will leave your ass.” Then I told him I was just kidding and promised that I wouldn't leave him tomorrow and apologized for my traumatizing actions. I guess I should have gently woken him up and asked him what he wanted to do and helped him make a better decision. But man, my wick was short at the time. I'm not gonna be too hard on the me of 2 months ago.
I want to fuck my husband again tonight because I don't know how much fucking we'll get away with this weekend. I'm hoping he wants to fuck me too, but I have a feeling I'll be going solo tonight.
Perhaps he like fucking the noisy cow, and is inhibited when she isn’t ?