by Eva Morian
Cherish was flattered, embarrassed, and she loved what he said. That showed plain as day on her face with how she tried to hold back her smile. Losing confidence, she quickly changed the subject, “You were right. A quality bathing suit is better. It hasn’t ridden up once and I really like the way it feels.” She agreed before dunking her head under again. Appearing in front of him a moment later, she began to laugh at herself because her wild mane of hair stuck to her face, neck, and shoulders. Cherish tugged a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair into a high, messy bun of curls, “Damnit.” She huffed out.
Raising a brow, Simon was glad she could admit he was right. He seemed far too pleased with himself, “So, you’ll listen to what I have to say about shopping?” He asked with a played-up smile.
With one eye closed, Cherish gave him a smug expression that fought against his suggestion, “I always listen to you, Simon. But, you know, that I know, that we know, It’s not going to hap—MMMPH!”
Simon knew her answer which prompted him to splash her face with a massive wave of water. Laughing out, he frantically swam away from fear of what he was in for when the gauntlet was thrown.
Pausing, Cherish stood there in brief shock. Her nostrils burned as she sputtered water from her face, “You…bastard. GET OVER HERE!” She called out hoarsely. Unable to open her eyes, she took a wrong step and the floor slipped away from her footing. Once again, she was caught off guard and she disappeared beneath the water. Pushing her feet off the bottom of the pool, she popped over the surface again coughing and laughing.
Margaret exited the house and approached her husband with a glass of lemonade. She’d already caught onto her son and husband’s ridiculous reactions. Rolling her eyes, she softly patted Simon Sr. on the shoulder, “At least put the cigarette back in your mouth.” She muttered to him. Stepping down the steps, she pointed to Simon and Cherish. She gave her husband a thumbs up before returning to the children; taking her dear, sweet time to finish.
Simon Sr. glanced over his wife’s body as he reached down and picked up the cigarette. He didn’t know what their son had told her, but she was walking on air and he could tell. That was fine with him because he watched her behind with a smirk. A heat radiated in his eyes as he tilted his head, “Hey, hon.” He started.
Margaret backed out of the house in response to his call only to see, from the look in his eyes, he was being himself.
Perverted.
He broke into a grin, “Walk a little slower, won’t you?”
Narrowing her eyes at him playfully, she then patted her behind for him to see before she hurried inside and shut the door. Jasmine and Jr.’s delighted squeals emitted from within because there was grandma to give them another snack. A watered-down Kool-Aid twister was added to their cups. Anything was amazing to those munchkins.
Simon was hysterical with laughter. Rough housing was always his favorite kind of fun. He waded in her direction and held onto her arm. He made sure she stayed afloat until she caught her breath. He was almost in tears from how hard he laughed at her. He rubbed against her back, “D-do you need some help swimming, Cherish? H-how about walking? Crawling?” He asked through panted breaths.
She flicked her gaze at Simon, “Simon! How dare you?!” She cried with a fake gasp.
Rolling his lips in, he began to wade deeper. He hooked his arm around her waist and towed her around with him. Using the moment to get closer, Simon lifted Cherish in his arms and hauled her up.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kicked her legs beside him. Too busy laughing, she had no idea what came while she focused not to aspirate anymore. That is, until she looked up and saw his devious expression.
Simon grinned at her, “Uh oh, I think you’ve slipped again!” He exclaimed before vaulting her over the water.
Cherish flailed around, “SHIT!” She shrieked dunking under. The water smacked violently together, and her dark form sank.
Simon Sr. flipped the burgers and turned the sausages as he watched them mess around. There was soft amusement in his eyes. He remembered similar antics he used on Margaret when they were younger. His son seemed truly happy and comfortable which set his mind at ease. It was obvious they fit together but, Simon Sr. would never mention his thoughts; unlike his wife. Unbeknownst to Margaret, he’d taken a lot longer to ask her out than she thought. Despite his confidence and perversion, he crushed on his wife and kept his dirty hands from her for years before asking her out. He only hoped his son wouldn’t follow in his footsteps.
Cherish swam around Simon and proceeded to yank his pants down. Bubbles from her laughter surfaced before she followed and swam backwards from him. She held his shorts in the air, “Oh my! Where ever did I get these from? SIMON! YOU PERVERT! DAD!” She howled.
Simon Sr. glanced up from the grill. Was he wrong all along? Was his son smoother than he was? No, no he was not.
Simon released a loud sound; a mixture between a gasp and a shout. Panic flooded him as he swam after her while she scrambled to get away.
Turning for the stairs, Cherish’s gaze locked onto Simon Sr.’s. She held her arms in the air and ran in slow motion through the water. Her breasts hung in heavy splendor with the water as the hot, Florida sunlight reflected across her face, “HELP ME!” She screamed.
Simon Sr.’s eyes were wide as he stepped away from the barbecue and saw Cherish; again. She ran up the stairs with that incredible body. Her suit clung to her curves and she didn’t have the time to readjust herself. Behind her, he saw his son scrambling up the stairs butt naked.
Simon cupped his cash and prizes as he yelled out, “CHERISH! CHERISH! GET BACK HERE! DAD CATCH HER!”
Cherish was going to run into Simon Sr.’s arms, but she made a sharp turn to the left and took off for the grass. Simon Sr. rushed over and betrayed his son. Wrapping his arms around Simon’s soaked, nude frame, he allowed Cherish to get away while his composure fell away in stitches, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Let it out, boy! Show that Gabot pride.” He teased.
Simon’s voice cracked as he shouted, “REALLY?!”
Stumbling over, Cherish jumped at the sounds of Simon’s cries. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him in his father’s arms.
Victory!
Hearing the commotion, Margaret stepped onto the porch with one baby on each hip. There was his son, naked as the day he was born and in the wrong arms. Then, there was Cherish dying of laughter on the grass, “Honey! Let the boy go and get the pool ready for the kids!” She called over to her husband.
Shaking out of his father’s grip, Simon raced after Cherish around the pool until he caught her by the wrist. In that motion he tugged her into his chest and stared into her eyes with an intense heat. The moment paused. He wasn’t mad just incredibly embarrassed and harassed.
Margaret’s lips slightly parted the moment her eyes sank towards her son’s ass. Sighing, she waited until her husband was close enough before she dared to speak, “If he shows her that sight, he has no chance of redemption. Oh God.” She said with a laugh.
As though hearing what his mother said, what did Simon do? Kiss Cherish?
No.
Hug her?
No.
Yanking the trunks from her hands, he turned his back to her and showed his pale backside.
The moment Cherish’s eyes were locked onto a sight she could never un-see, she was defeated. There was a moment that tugged at her heart strings which all crumbled away when he turned around.
He stepped into his shorts before he tossed a look over his shoulder, “You have SOME nerve. You don’t see me stealing the suit off your tits! Heaven forbid, Jr. would gain wings and fly out of the window for you!” He exclaimed. Her wet frame crumpled onto the grass and she couldn’t help herself. Her finger slipped between his cheeks. In that moment, Simon’s eyes snapped open, “WHAT THE! NO! NO, NO!” He yelled as he quickly pulled his shorts up. Holding a hand to his ass, he ran away from her out of his own paranoia.
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atching him, Cherish fell onto her back and began to gasp for breath amid her laughter. She honestly didn’t think she’d ever catch her breath again.
Simon Sr. stifled a laugh, “Oh fuck.” He muttered.
Simon’s brow twitched as he stopped and watched her; laughing the life out of herself. Hesitantly, he made sure his behind was faced away before returning to her side. He knelt onto the grass, pushed on her arm, and shook her, “That’s it. That’s right. Go to the light and it’ll all be over soon. We will miss you, Cherish.” He coaxed jokingly.
Growing uncomfortably hot, Jr. began to grunt and kick his legs while his sister began to pout. Simon Sr. approached the shed and pulled out a large kiddie pool for them. In the shade, he placed the pool down before taking the hose and began to fill it with water, “You’ve got a kinky one over there, son! That’s how you know to put a damn ring on her.” He called out while Margaret approached. Both parents could only stare at the duo of giggles with pleased smiles.
This would be a great, family afternoon.
For Cherish to stop laughing, took a long, long time. One after the other, zing after zing, her voice was destroyed halfway through the afternoon. Over the last year she had gotten to know this family and they were incredible. Past the façade of perfection in the eyes of society, these people were full of love, wisdom, fun, and understanding. She loved them and they loved her. For that, she was thankful.
By the time they returned home, the kids were passed out from full bellies, lots of giggles, and the sun. Cherish’s abs and sides held a light sting. After having a nice, relaxing bake in the sun, she was ready to sleep like the babies. Setting Jasmine down in the crib beside Jr.’s, she peered over the bars. Her hands gripped against it as she reached down and rubbed against both of their heads. A peaceful smile traveled towards Simon before she nodded. The day left her pleasantly pleased. She’d even temporarily forgot about the necessity to move out, “Today was a good day. Thank you, Simon.” She whispered. Patting him on his back, she turned to leave him in the room with the children. She paused in the doorway before wetting her lips and glancing back at him, “I’m going to shower. I’ll see you in bed.” She whispered with a yawn. Her hand slid down the frame as she walked away. Lingering for a moment, she pulled back, went into their bathroom, and started the water.
Simon yawned as he rubbed his finger against Jr.’s cheek. His hand then ran over Jasmine’s bald head and fell away. He was absolutely in love, “Sweet dreams, troublemakers.” He whispered before he left them soundly in their cribs. Simon knew he needed to shower after she was finished. Which was fine since she usually didn’t take much time to bathe.
Thoughts of the day whirled past Cherish’s head. The babies had a ton of fun, Jasmine was two shades darker, and Jr. was as rosy as could be. Then, there was Simon. She might have been over exaggerating or wearing rose colored glasses, but he became more handsome every day. She’d never seen someone so dedicated, kind, and loving towards her own daughter, his son, and furthermore, herself. Truly, she was blessed, and, in a bittersweet moment, she had to thank Emily for the opportunity; every night. Turning the water off, Cherish emerged moments later in a long night shirt.
Simon made his way into the bathroom and scrubbed the chlorine from his body. Finding himself moving quickly, a part of him hated to be left behind when they went to bed together. Laying on her stomach, Cherish tried to fight away sleep. She wanted to say at least goodnight to him before she fell. One eye would open followed by the other slowly before both would shut again.
Finished, Simon dried in a scramble and exited in pajama pants. As he felt, he saw he was too late. Cherish was already fast asleep.
Shutting the lights off, he crawled into bed and laid there wide awake. Her slumber would work in his advantage. Laying there and staring at the darkness, he thought about the day. She looked so good. She was soft, warm, and he’d felt more of her body willingly than ever before. His hand felt along his chest as he sighed and recalled just how wet she was. Her thick, curly hair hung around her shoulders. Her curves were out for his viewing pleasure with cold, hard nipples on display beneath that tight fabric. An image etched into his mind forever.
Simon couldn’t deny it. She was truly his ideal woman. With that in mind, he couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for what he was about to do. Especially since she was intent on moving and leaving them for her own independence. Wetting his lips, he carefully took a glance at her in the darkness. The moonlight and street lights from the window slightly illuminated her body. Slowly, Simon lifted his hips and pulled his pajama pants down. Listening to her slow, steady breaths, he gripped his semi-erect shaft and started to roll himself in his grasp. Pulling and jerking himself to complete attention, he took a strong grip of his dick and rolled his eyes shut. His lips parted melting into the sensation with thoughts solely on Cherish.
Just when she was about to cross over into a deep slumber, the bed moved which grabbed what little of her senses were left. Her eyebrows twitched and quivered as she tried to differentiate her surroundings. Was his moving? Yes, he was moving, no, vibrating the bed. How? And what was that noise? Sighing through parted lips, she rolled over on her side facing him and draped her arm over his torso. She was subconsciously alert to the possibility she’d have to wake up. Especially, if he was struggling. His body twitched and he sounded labored for breath. About a minute later, Cherish’s eyes groggily opened and she stared at his profile in a dazed state. He looked strained but not in pain. What was he doing? Another minute passed before her mind registered what those sounds were and what he said to himself.
At the pace of his fantasy, Simon hardly had the mind to notice how fast and hard he was going. He wet his lips with one hand pressed to his chest and the other stroked his cock in jerked motions. Behind his eyes, he fucked her pussy as though he needed it. The half-moaned sound of her name filtered through his clenched teeth, “Yeah Cherish, nnng give me that good pussy. Take it.” All his senses were focused on his pleasure and memories. He’d lost all awareness of where he was and if she was awake or not.
He was consumed in thoughts of lust.
He imagined her down on the grass by the pool where she’d laid and laughed. Her top was untied, and her bottoms were pulled down her thighs. The cream color of her suit was a stark contrast to her deep hued skin tone. Her darker peach formed a mound between her thighs. Fucking her warm plush by the pool, her hands gripped into the grass and her face was pressed into the blades. She begged for him. His hand gripped against his chest as he thought of her hair pulled in his grasp. His brows were tucked in with a mix of tortured pleasure gracing his features. Sweat formed along his hairline as he brought himself to the brink. He was not holding back on himself tonight.
Cherish’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in the room when another person masturbated. In fact, she’d caught him from time to time and she’d wait quietly; patiently. Then, when he fell asleep, she would finish herself off in the closet. But, this was the first time he made so much noise. Her stomach was tense and tight; excited. What he said caught her off guard.
Her.
He was thinking and working himself into a fever pitch to her. Gently, she sat up in the bed. The light from the curtains showered on his face clearly. Slowly, her gaze drifted downwards towards his hand beating off his dick. To her amazement he was bigger than his palm; which was already a step up from Todd. She’d seen Simon flaccid before, but to see what created Jr. hard for her spurred want in her body. She didn’t want to miss the golden opportunity; not now.
Cherish pushed all her reservations and doubts away before she slowly leaned over his face. Wetting her lips, her fingers touched the back of his hand, “How good is it?” She softly questioned.
Simon hardly noticed her shadow over his body. The warm, sweet voice he needed to hear came to his ears and echoed in his fantasy. The touch of her fingers thrilled him, but he couldn’t connect the dots right away, “So…so good. So�
��” He sighed out in a pant. Then, he opened his eyes and saw her silhouette. His heart leapt and fear plummeted in his stomach. Inhaling a sharp breath, he jolted.
Cherish fell back onto the mattress to avoid being hit in the face. She pressed the back of her free hand to her mouth hiding a smile. She was extremely nervous and went on a whim. Now, she didn’t know what to do. She was experienced but never thought she was any good or seductive. Especially since she’d only done two positions in her entire life. Her first, unwanted experience was strictly missionary. With Todd, he preferred doggy style.
At first, he was unsure and speechless as he stared at her. She wasn’t freaked out by him and played along. Worried, he wanted Cherish to laugh, to speak, do something; anything. He just hoped she wasn’t offended. He lacked the breath, “Cherish, I…very, very good.” He answered clearly. Sighing in defeat, he lowered his head but kept in mind that her fingers were centimeters away from his cock. There was no hiding and he gunned for it, “I want you right now.” He admitted raking his fingers through his hair.
There was a stiffness in the air as they breached a line invisibly placed in their relationship. Staring into his face, a father to a mother, a man to a woman, Cherish’s hand slowly dropped and pressed into the sheets beneath them. Listening to him, her eyes slowly trailed down and lingered where their hands touched. Blowing out, her eyes met with those blue hues before she paused and nodded.
Falling back onto the bed, her fingers trailed across the head of his swollen, pulsating cock. Simon wasn’t sure if she’d ignore the situation or made the final decision to leave him. Undoing the buttons to her sleeper top, she lifted her hips and lowered those familiar, white, Victoria’s Secret panties from her thighs. Simon peered over towards her and his eyes widened while his excitement kick started to a high. Sighing nervously, Cherish dropped them to the floor and proceeded to open her legs wide. A few moments of silence passed by before her voice nervously whispered to him in the shadows, “Come and see how good it is then.”
