I toed off my shoes and snapped open my jeans before pulling my shirt off over my head. I got
down on the bed beside her and pushed her tee-shirt up under her chin.
Her bra was next to go and I took her full tits in my hands and massaged gently before lowering my head and sucking one into my mouth.
She arched into me as warm milk flowed onto my tongue. She tugged at my jeans until they were below my hips and snatched my dick in her hand.
She stroked until cock snot wet her palm and then pulled her tit out of my mouth to slide down the bed. She took my cock in her mouth and hummed around my shit.
She scarfed down my dick like it was the encore to the ice cream, running her tongue over my cock piercings as she held my eyes; just the way I like.
I reached over and shoved two fingers inside her and her pussy clamped down and pulsed. I fucked her with them until she came nice and soft.
I grabbed her hair and fucked into her neck until my cock started to jump and my balls tightened up. I pulled out of her throat onto her tongue and spilled in her mouth.
She was still hungry when I pulled out of her mouth. I know I can’t dick her down because my kids were running wild in my house, so I slid down between her thighs and threw her legs over my shoulders.
I buried my face in her pussy, keeping my ears pricked for any sound. I soon forgot everything but the taste of her, the feel of her. No matter how many times I do this, it’s always like the first.
I held her ass in my hands and brought her to my mouth like an offering until she tightened up around my tongue. I felt the tremble start in her legs and make its way up her thighs.
Her ass clenched in my hands and her pussy gushed into my mouth. “Fuck Kat, cover your mouth.” I had to pull my tongue out of her to shush her freaky ass.
She bit into the back of her hand and when that wasn’t enough because I went back to eating her out, she grabbed a pillow and tried to stifle herself. Nasty freak, she’d rather smother herself than give up an orgasm.
I had to bring her down slowly, gently, because my
daughters were getting active. I let her legs down and rested my cheek on her inner thigh as I fought for breath.
I hope that fuck who said eating pussy gives you cancer of the throat was lying because sure as fuck if that shit is true I’m fucked. Eating Kat’s snatch is right up there with nirvana for me.
She had a smile on her face and I knew from the goofy look on her face that her ass wasn’t going to be any use for anything for the rest of the damn day.
I slid back up the bed and pulled her head onto my chest, holding her until she fell asleep. Once I was sure she was out, I kissed the top of her head and slipped out from under her.
It had been too long since I heard the rugrats, plus it was almost time for Cody to wake up from his nap. I peeked in on him and he was still asleep with his butt in the air and a thumb in his mouth.
I went down and put a potato on to boil for him. That’s his favorite lunch for some reason, plain mashed potato with a side of nasty ass mashed up peas.
I called the others once lunch was ready and made sure they ate before sending them into the backyard so they wouldn’t disturb their mother.
The rest of the day was uneventful and before I knew it, it was dinner time. Kat sat at the island doling out orders as I took care of that too with the help of my eldest daughter.
Kat had got her second wind and the color in her face was much better. I reminded myself to hang around more in the coming weeks. She’s too damn stubborn to tell me she’s tiring and needs help so it’s up to me to watch out for her and keep track of that shit.
The twins had clean up duty and Mengele helped clear and clean the table so she wouldn’t have a fit that she was being left out, while Caleb took the garbage out back to the bin.
They all scattered and I took the baby upstairs for his bath. He slept through it while his mother sat at the edge of the tub watching us.
“Colton.”
“What is it baby?”
“I’m out of peanut butter.” I tried to remember if
that was code for some shit but then realized from the way she was looking at me that it wasn’t.
That’s part of her new meal of disgust. She has a different one with each pregnancy. This time it’s pickles dipped in peanut butter or pizza with sauerkraut.
I tried not to gag as I thought of that shit and just nodded my head. If I make the mistake and ask her why she didn’t tell me that shit when I went out for her this morning, she’d probably burst into tears, so I went the other route.
“Anything else you need?” I kept washing my son’s chest like it was no big deal. That seemed to be the right answer because she perked right the fuck up, just like Catalina when she’s about to zap me with some shit.
“Oh yes, I have a list.” Of course you do. I just nodded and lifted the bruiser from the tub and wrapped him in a towel.
Every once in a while she gets pissy if she thinks I’m not letting her do enough with him, so I stepped aside when she said she wanted to dress him for bed.
Of course I try to do more with him because he’s heavy as fuck and with her stomach rivaling orca I thought I was being helpful. Her hormonal ass swings on a pendulum from gratitude to attitude with a quickness.
I hopped in my truck and headed to the nearest grocery, the only damn thing still open except for bars. The people here know my wife so well the cashier started laughing when she saw me coming.
“Hi Mr. Lyon, Kat at it again?” I just smiled and put the shit on the conveyer. I’m a fucking laughing stock.
Me, over six feet, tattooed, with muscles that I know she can see through the sleeves of my thermal Henley.
But Kat has turned me into the town clown. I know she and Elena has filled these people’s heads with bullshit because I’ve heard them more than once telling some female that I’m a big old teddy bear. Yeah okay!
I got my shit and headed back to the house where she was lolling around in the tub. I bit my tongue and didn’t remind her that she wasn’t
supposed to do that shit unless I was around to help her out. At least she didn’t have the water too high.
“You done?” She nodded and lifted her arms out to me. It’s amazing what makes me happy these days. I wonder who exactly has been training who over these past few years?
I helped her out and even dried her skin before making her sit at the vanity to I could lotion her skin and take care of her stretch marks with the special cream that she swears by.
She wanted one of my tees and a pair of boxers so I got her dressed and then helped her into the light robe. “You want your peanut butter and pickles now?”
I took her hand and led her out of our room and downstairs to the den to the only chair that can hold her; mine. She took her time answering like she was in a restaurant and I was there to serve.
“Popcorn, the buttery kind.” She kicked the foot rest out from under the chair and reclined with a smile. “And grab the kids, it’s almost time.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I went in search of the others, calling out to them as I passed each room. On the weekends it’s a toss up as to what they’d be getting into at night. They like to spread out and do their own thing.
I found the boys in the game room playing video games, Caitie was reading, thank fuck she wasn’t on the phone, and there was no sign of the terror.
“Where’s Catalina?” Shrugs all around. I didn’t have to think too hard to figure this shit out. Mommy’s two floors up, daddy’s gone, where else would my hell child be? “Head to the den, all of you.”
I made a point of looking at my daughter because she thinks she’s too old for family time. Hah! My house my rules, and since she came outta me that shit has a lifetime warranty.
I went in search of the twisted one and hoped that I didn’t walk into some otherworldly shit. There’s no telling what level of fuckery she could’ve gotten up to by now.
Chapter 5
I made my way down to the basement to the lab that she conned me out of. I could already smell that she was up to some shit before I reached the door and as soon as I got there, there was no room for doubt.
“Mengele the fu…I mean what are you up to little girl?”
“Nothing daddy.” Nothing my ass! There were fumes coming out the beaker she was fucking around with.
The pothead decided to give her a complete chemistry set and now I sleep with one eye open. The little shit scares me more than the fucks in the desert.
The scary thing is that she didn’t even flinch at getting caught, just carried on with her shit like it was normal. I’d bet anything that whatever the fuck she was up to was nowhere near anything resembling normalcy.
“I told you about lying to me?” She has this way of looking at me that makes me want to give her-her way in everything. She was doing that shit now.
“I’m not lying daddy promise. Daddy can you get me some PVC?” That sounded innocent enough, but I’m not trusting that shit.
I’m waiting for the day she asks for a doll or something more benign than the shit she usually asks for.
“What are you gonna use it for?” I folded my arms and waited for whatever was gonna come out of her mouth. Damn kid can twist the truth better than a politician.
“Stuff.” What the fuck? I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose where a headache was just getting started. It only takes two minutes in her presence for that shit to happen.
“I’m not getting it unless you tell me what it’s for.” She studied me like she was the adult and I the pain in the ass kid. I forced myself not to swallow and not to look away.
“Hmm, I’ll just have to ask somebody else then.” She started humming as she went back to her concoction. Shit, I have to put out a bulletin to everybody in the family. Fuck I forgot.
Now she has a network of people she’d hoodwinked into buying her innocent act. She’d worked the SEALs and their women when we were together.
Now she talks to them on the computer with the Face whatever the fuck and the phone every other day it seems. And Mancini swears she’s gonna work for him some day. I’m fucked!
“You still haven’t told me what it is that you’re doing here. If you burn down my house it’s gonna be your little butt.” She drank the shit she was making and ran her tongue along her upper lip with a grin.
I grabbed that shit and sniffed it while eyeing her crazy ass. I don’t know what the hell she had in there, but I’m sure the people at Sprite hadn’t intended their product to do that shit.
“Let’s go it’s movie night.” At least once a week Kat, and I along with the kids watch a show together. I’ve seen more brainless shit in the last couple years than I care to remember.
The others were already gathered in the theatre room slash den with popcorn and enough candy to rot their damn teeth. “It’s your turn to pick the movie Catalina what did you choose?”
“SAW one through six.” She ran and jumped in her seat while the other kids groaned. I just looked at her while in my head I ran through all the facilities in the country that could do something with her before she ended up on the FBI’s most wanted list.
“Kat…” That one held up her hand as she stuffed her face with popcorn. “Mengele we’re not watching that. I thought I got rid of that crap.” I’ma sue the fucking credit card company for letting her order that shit. “Watch Cinderella or some shi…”
“That’s boring daddy, that’s for babies.” Why the fuck me? The others didn’t say anything because the last time they complained about her movie of choice, I lit into them for ganging up on my baby. Fuck did I know she was into this shit?
Now they were looking at me like this shit was my fault. I looked at Kat’s pregnant ass and my soul groaned. If even one of the triplets she was carrying turned out like this one, I’m not gonna make it. No fucking way.
Halfway through the first one the rest of the family was traumatized, myself included because, sick shit. But my little angel was glued to the screen, eyes wide like she was taking notes as she ate her popcorn one kernel at a time.
Lucky for us she fell asleep about three quarters of the way in and there was a quiet celebration from the others who wanted to watch the A-Team. They think those guys are like their new uncles. Boys!
By nine o’clock everyone was dragging ass. Yes, that’s what time most people in this burg hit the sack because there ain’t shit to do.
Unless you’re a teenager out tipping cows or some fuck, all illegal shit. Besides, when you’re a father of six, one of them a despot in training, your ass gets tired fast.
Before you know it it’ll be fuck this shit o’clock and the circus begins again. Kat was getting up to her whiny shit, moving from side to side like she was trying to find comfort.
“What’s the matter? I’m trying to sleep here.
Between your runs back and forth and your damn kids I’m assed out.” She rubbed her tummy and gave me a pitiful look.
“I don’t know. The girls are really active tonight.” Of course. I rolled to my side and put my lips to her whale of a stomach. I know the little shits can hear me.
“Hey, you in there, pipe down so your mother can go to sleep and I can get some damn rest.” Little shits aren’t even here yet and they’re already starting shit.
“Colton, who told you not to sleep? Nobody’s keeping you up.” Snark!
“How can I go to sleep when you’re so uncomfortable?”
“Then put a sock in it and stop annoying me.” Her brats must’ve made her lose her damn mind. I reached over to the night stand and got my little notebook and pen.
“What’s that, what’re you doing now?”
“You know damn good and well what this is. It’s your book of infractions. I’ve been keeping track of all the shit you’ve done in the last nine months.”
“Let me see. The little shits should be born in another month or so, then you’ll need another month and a half to heal. After that your ass is mine, you’re outta control.”
“Colton, I don’t have time for your mess. My surprise party is coming up soon and I haven’t finished my registry yet.”
“If it’s a surprise how do you know about it?”
“Catalina needed PVC pipe.” I just stared at her.
“That’s a shame, that’s just pitiful. You bribed our daughter?”
“What, you think you’re the only one allowed to do that?”
“Let me ask you this, do you know what she wants it for?”
“I don’t ask those kinds of questions.”
I had nothing to say to her clueless ass. “That’s why that kid is the way she is. No supervision. The next time the school calls I’ma sic them on your ass, because you’re the one contributing to her delinquency.”
“Whatever, why don’t you go to sleep?” I would if I wasn’t sure that in ten minutes her greedy ass was
gonna send me to the fridge for something. I’m not sure if she’s carrying girls or piglets, every hour on the hour she’s stuffing something in her face.
I was out maybe ten minutes later but I’ve long learned to sleep with my ears pricked and my body ready to spring into action. That’s how I knew someone was outside my bedroom door.
Kat likes to keep it half open so she can hear Cody who I talked her into leaving in his room. Unless she’s trying to get some dick it stays that way and I can hear every move made.
“Mommy you asleep?” I only saw the shadow peeping around the door.
“The fu…Mengele what the hell are you doing up?” She took that as an invitation to walk her ass into my room.
She went over to her mother’s side of the bed. “I’m talking to mommy daddy.”
“What is it sweetheart?” Kat ran her hand over the spawn’s hair lovingly while I eyed her suspiciously.
I don’t trust that one-one fuck, especially in the middle of the damn night when she’s lurking around while
the rest of the house is asleep. Is it any wonder I can’t get any peace in this bitch?
“Mommy I was thinking. Can I see the babies being born?”
“NO, now go to bed.” I answered before Kat could let this one con her into some stupid shit.
I’m not too blind to see the look she gave me in the moonlight as she made her way back to the door.
“Daddy’s always yelling dang!”
“What did you say?”
“It’s not a bad word, nana said.”
“Which one?”
“Nana Elena.”
I’m gonna strangle my own mother. I’ve held back for years but that old lady’s gotta go. Always meddling in my shit.
“I’ll ask you tomorrow mommy okay.” She gave me a look like I was the cause of all her problems. “Night daddy!” Hah, like I couldn’t hear the sarcasm in that shit.
Daddy’s gonna put your ass somewhere where you can’t cause any damn trouble. The world will thank me I’m sure, damn nut.
“Dang it, I wanted to ask mommy something else.” She flounced her little ass out the door. I guess she had a new word that she’s gonna use to make me nuts.
“Kat, you better watch that one and sharp objects. Before you know it she’d be trying to help you through labor. I don’t trust that look in her eye.”
She gave me the death glare and tried to get comfortable against the pillows at her back. “Come ‘ere.” Her miserable ass!
I half sat up and pulled her between my legs with her back to my chest and my hands under her large extended stomach. “Better?”
I know from experience that when she gets big as a barge this is the only way she can comfortably sleep. Who cares how I feel? She sighed and fell out within seconds.
I listened to make sure Mengele didn’t make any detours and finally went back to sleep. Tomorrow’s another day and sure as fuck it’s gonna be just as bad or worst.
Chapter 6
I certainly wasn’t expecting the shit that landed in my lap the next day. After the hell that is Sunday brunch in my house, with the grandparents and Cy joining us, I escaped to my garage to tinker with something.
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