Years Later
“The baby’s down for her nap.” I looked up at her horny ass; I know that tone. I work out of the house most days though I still head into the city a couple days a week to the office. This nine to five shit is trying; I work harder now than I did when I was in the life. But all I have to do is look at my wife and kids to kill that noise.
I dropped my pen and got to my feet for a stretch before taking her hand and leading her out of the room. “Why didn’t you get me? Did you lift her?” I patted her round tummy and led her to the bedroom. “No, she climbed in by herself. I thought you were busy.” Like that’s ever stopped her before. She seems to think as long as I’m in the house that I’m fair game no matter what the hell I’m doing.
I started pulling at her clothes before the door closed behind us and she turned in search of my lips. I sank into her suddenly starved for the taste of her like I hadn’t had her just a few short hours ago before we left the bed. Her hormones are going nuts again but by now I’m used to her shit, plus it helps that her pregnant body makes my dick hard as fuck.
I had her top off and her milky tit in my mouth while I tugged her cargo pants down and off her legs. Laying her back against the bed I tugged her panties down her thighs before giving her my tongue. Her taste had changed over the years. Whether from the pregnancies or just getting older, there was a new flavor that was even more addictive than before.
Her pussy is fatter with the baby in there and the thick lips closed around my tongue each time I slid it into her. She leaked pussy juice like a faucet and I drank as fast as I could while fucking her on and off my tongue until she came screaming.
She pushed my head away when she’d had enough and attacked. My shirt, like many others before it, was nothing but a rag by the time her freaky ass was done with it and I had to help with my pants before she ripped my dick off in her haste. I flipped onto my back and helped her straddle me with my dick in her hand.
I looked down between us as she rubbed the head of my cock back and forth over her slit and teased her clit. “Mouth stop fucking around.” My kids take catnaps in this bitch and if I had one more interrupted fuck I might shoot some fuck in the head. Not my kids or wife though, maybe Mikey or Tony.
She laughed that tinkling laugh that always wrap itself around my heart and remind me why I love her as much as I do. Why I put up with her shit and always will ‘til the day I die. She pushed just the tip of my cock past her pussy lips before pulling it back out again. She did that shit over and over until I threatened to take over.
She finally sat on my cock and when I slid into her it felt like I was fucking into a soft fluffy pillow of goodness. “Damn you’re tight.” No wonder I like breeding her ass, her pussy feels fucking amazing. I put my hands on her hips as she rode up and down on my cock, gritting my teeth hard so I didn’t shove too deep and hurt her.
She couldn’t reach my mouth and it frustrated her so I sat up and fed her my tongue. “Shh, calm down.” I ran my hands up and down her back until her high-strung ass calmed down. I hadn’t been able to slam her since she entered her final trimester but find that taking it slow and easy had its own merits.
My hands went to her tummy and I felt the baby move as my cock thumped and throbbed, dripping a fuckload of cock juice inside her. She clasped me to her with her arms around my neck, finally able to get close. We shared a long torrid kiss and she squeezed her tight pussy muscles around me.
I leaned back when she got too uncomfortable holding the same position for too long, my hands going back to her tummy. “Shane, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.” She dragged her nail down my chest.
“Oh shit.”
“It’s nothing like that.” She slapped my chest making me jerk which made my cock move inside her.
I sat up again and covered her lips as I moved inside her. I slipped one of my hands between us and found her clit. I fucked until she got off and then stopped, taking soft little nibbles of her lip before pulling back to look at her.
“What is it then?”
“I was thinking… Since we already have Shane Junior, could we name this one after my dad?”
“Roberto Flanagan? You’d be shooting motherfuckers everyday for beating up your kid for that fucked up name.” Her face turned thunderous and she looked like she was giving serious thought to maiming me. My dick got harder, longer.
“Then we should give him both his names. Roberto Rossi.”
“Mouth, I know you’re an independent, strong willed, badass, Beyoncé loving bitch, but don’t go too far. Don’t forget who’s the man here. My son will never have another man’s name, no matter who.” She gave me one of her looks and teased my nipple with her nail.
“Fine, then can we call him Ari?” Her face blushed and I wondered what the hell was wrong with her, and then I got it.
“You always have to one up me huh. I’ve got my Shane so you’ve got to have your Ari. Why didn’t you give Lilliana your name?” She hid behind her hair and I pushed it back making her blush harder.
“Because I’m your Arianna.” Damn!
“Damn straight baby. Ari Flanagan, I like it. Hi little Ari.” I kissed her mound.
Something else spectacular occurred to me. “This shit’s gonna confuse the fuck outta your uncle. He won’t be able to keep calling you that now, his brain, what’s left of it, won’t be able to keep up.” She rolled her eyes and huffed.
“You done? You got what you wanted outta me?” She snorted and shook her head.
“One last thing. What do you know about Beyoncé?”
“You blast her shit when you’re pissed at me. You’re supposed to know your enemies.” She almost fell off my dick laughing before I stopped her by sucking her tit into my mouth.
I tried not to drain her tits as she came all over my cock again. “My turn.” I eased her off my rod and helped her onto her hands and knees before lining up behind her. I slid my cock covered in her juices and mine back into her sweet hot pussy and she hissed and spread her legs wider.
Her tummy rubbed against the bed as I stroked in and out of her making sure to hit her spot with each one. If I could cum in her ten times without recharging I would. Her ass was nicely cocked in the perfect position to take my dick as I started pounding it to her while she threw her ass back and spurred me on.
She isn’t very vocal during sex but that’s fine by me. I just need to look at her, feel her, have her, and that’s enough for me. Her body tells me all I need to know. I felt her tense up and reached for her clit again as I butted against her g-spot. She howled and slammed herself back hard taking me in balls deep.
“Fuck, Mouth.” I pushed her off my dick a little expecting to see blood, but all I saw was a dick covered in pussy goo. “Are you hurt?”
“No mob boy, get to moving.” Yeah, let her feel one twinge of pain later over her greedy shit and I’ll be at fault.
We’d been fucking for a good hour now between her talking shit and her teasing. My boy was ready to reach the finish line.
I planted one foot in the bed and one knee beside hers for better leverage and fucked into her as hard as I dared without hurting my kid. I’ve fucked her through two pregnancies so I know my limits.
When she bucked and clamped down on my shit, I took that as my cue to hose down her insides with my cum. If she got going again before I got off I’ll be in her all day and then she’ll bitch about being sore later.
I shot off a pretty good volley inside her, each one seeming to set her off again and she came about three times before I was finally drained. I knew from the way she sighed and dropped like a stone that she was going to sleep. Thank fuck this kid took mercy on his dad. With the other two she was the one usually knocking me out with her pregnant pussy. Fucking thing is a trap.
I followed her down keeping my weight on my arms, not ready to pull out of her yet. It’s the only time in our lives that the three of us are one and I like to stay in her as long as I can to keep the connecti
on. She was out before her head hit the pillow.
I stayed there a moment longer before easing my length out of her. I would clean her up, but I’ve always liked leaving her nasty with my seed. It does something to me knowing that she’s asleep in my bed with my seed wet on her, in her.
With one last kiss to her cheek and shoulder I moved off the bed and went to clean up before heading out of the room.
Mouth waddled her ass into the kitchen a few hours later with her face set on ‘bitch’. I got sidetracked by her ringer, who followed close behind her. I was halfway out of my seat before my little girl reached me. My kid walks on her toes and always looks like she’s going to topple over and crack her head open.
“Dada.” She chortled and made a beeline for me with her arms up in the air to be picked up. I snagged her and sat her on my knee as I watched her crazy ass mother frown into the refrigerator. “You planning a hit on the fruit bin?” Her pregnant ass has been twice as miserable with this pregnancy as the other two.
“I just got a call from Junior’s school.”
“What happened?” This ought to be good. Mouth’s been down there twice already in the last month telling those people how to do their job. Me, I stay outta shit. I got tired of all the pitying looks they give my ass whenever we go down there together or I go alone.
They smile wide when they see me coming; I give them enough fucking money to make sure my son and his little friends get the best of everything. Mouth, is another story. They run and hide, literally when they see her ass coming.
I knew to a man they were wondering how I put up with her shit, but not one of them had the gonads to ask me that shit out loud for fear that she’d end their ass. They didn’t know she wouldn’t have to because I would if they were ever so stupid as to say one fuck against my wife.
“That idiot woman took offense because he corrected her on something in class. The principal had the nerve to tell me that although he was right, it was rude of him to correct her in front of the whole class. Didn’t she do that shit in front of the class? Where the hell was he supposed to correct her? I thought kids were there to learn not feed her damn ego.”
“You told him that?”
“Of course.”
“And?”
“And nothing, he said he sees my side.” Of course, the asshole principal has the hots for my wife with his old decrepit ass. If he wasn’t ninety I would’ve put one in him already for the way he damn near goes into a coma every time she’s around.
“So what’s the problem?” I jerked my knee up and down to give Lilliana a horsey ride making her laugh as she tried to eat her toes. This one is Mouth personified. She has a temper, loves to have her own way, and already knows how to wrap me around her finger with a look.
“The problem is, that woman has it in for my kid.” She was moving shit around in the fridge like they were at war. The poor teacher had the bad sense of judgment to tell Junior one day that he was disrupting the class. He in turn told his mother who after four and a half years of motherhood is more of a nut than ever. That poor woman has been on her shit list ever since then.
I playfully begged her not to off the poor woman. The fact is; Mouth has a spreadsheet on every person who has anything to do with our son’s school. She ain’t collecting that shit to invite them over for tea. “Mouth, your pregnant ass can’t fight, let me handle it okay.”
“What’re you gonna do Shane? Talk her to death?” I ignored her snippy ass and went back to entertaining my kid. Mouth had lasted two years before I bred her ass again, not from lack of my trying. Her body just seems to work that way, because as soon as Lily turned two, I bred her ass again. I think it has something to do with her nursing shit.
I heard the hospice rejects pulling my back door before they trooped into my damn house. Her old man headed straight for my kid and took her off my lap. I’m tired of threatening him over that shit too; no one listens to me anymore. Poppy dropped down on the chair beside me while uncle Al checked the pots like this was the fucking local eatery.
“What’s wrong with her?” Poppy inclined his head toward Mouth. Fuck it, that’s all I need. She heard him of course and launched into her shit again. These three started seriously discussing what should be done about this thorn in their little prince’s side. I know the kid is fucked when I’m the most rational head in the group. Even ma loses her shit if someone even looks side ways at her grandkids, but she has an especially soft spot for Junior.
“You fucks are bored?”
“Fucks, fucks.”
“Lily, daddy told you not to say that word.” It’s the only fucking word she says without fucking it up. She looked at me with the pouty lip and doe eyes. “Daddy’s not mad at you baby girl.” I reassured her before her asshole grandfather had to put in his two cents like I was going to let him fuck up my kid’s head like he did my wife’s.
I glared at him and the idiot grinned back at me. “I told you three about encouraging her in her shit. The teacher is just doing her job, she’s probably new or some shit.” I haven’t pulled my piece in damn near three years and I was trying to keep it that way. Mouth had gone even longer as far as I know, though she has a practice range that I had built for her that she uses at least twice a week. She probably needed blood. Crazy fuck.
As usual by the time the team came through the door with Junior I had a full house. It was a typical Friday, which meant party night in this family. We never discussed it, but I’m pretty sure she knew I was trying to give her back that special something from her childhood. So every Friday night my kids are surrounded by family, Mouth gets her special flowers delivered, and the tradition continues.
I’d had someone come and plant some outside our bedroom, but every Friday I still get her and my Lily their special delivery. I can see why Mouth had hung onto that memory. Lily is about the same age she would’ve been when her mom died and my little girl lights up every time she gets her flowers like her mama’s.
That night as we sat around the table eating and laughing, I watched Jimmy and Mouth and the new easiness between them and listened to the old generals spin tales for the younger men. My nieces and nephews were in high chairs yakking to their cousins having their own meet. Ma and dad were beaming at each other and spoiling their grandkids by letting them get away with not eating the shit they’d force-fed me as a kid.
Mouth and my sisters were talking baby shit and planning a shopping trip. Everyone was doing their thing but there was no doubt that we were together, that each person at the table was part of a whole. Even the twins and the kids’ security were included in our special nights. I’d given up my past life and gained something more. Family!
The End
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