This girl is full of pleasant surprises. The drive home had seemed extra long because of my navel-gazing. The longer I pondered the problems we had, the more convinced I had become she was no longer interested in our original agreement.

Of course, I have no idea why she’s still hanging in there, if that’s the case.

A gold digger she’s not, I know that much.

And then just as I’m getting ready for the huge fucking rejection, she invites me to the stay the night at her place.

The fuck we just had was unbelievable.

What can I say? I know one thing for sure, my choice to have her as mother for my heir has been fucking prefect.

I’ve never met another chick like her. She’s full of surprises, and I just love being with her.

Of course, as I pull out of her, I can see her eyes magically drawn to my latex covered dick. Like bees to honey, her eyes are on the condom.

I sigh and attend to discarding it.

“Let me see,” I say when I return to her and kneel in front of her. “I’m sure there’s a little matter I need to attend to here.”

My hands are rubbing along her thigh, with my thumbs caressing the inside of them.

Rose says nothing.

Slowly, I massage those legs.

“I guess you deserve a little reward for being a super well-behaved girlfriend tonight.”

I watch her expression. She’s smiling, but not taking issue with the girlfriend comment.

Good.

“I didn’t disgrace you then? Or dishonor the family name?” she asks.

I laugh out loud.

“Hardly.” I lean forward to plant a little kiss on her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. Her juices are flowing, and I know just how to treat her.

It takes no effort at all to spread her legs further apart. In fact, I pull her into a lying position and drape her legs over my shoulders.

Her ass is on the edge of the couch, and her pussy in the perfect position for me to tongue-fuck her.

“I like your mom,” Rose replies, and I stop any further conversation about my fucking mother by burying my face in her pubic hair. My tongue finds her clit and the opening of her fucking wet pussy.

She gasps when I flick my tongue across her weak spot. Her ass lifts off the couch a little, and I use this opportunity to grab onto those fleshy ass cheeks.

“Oh, Daaaaannniiiiiieeeel,” she squeals and thrusts her pelvis upward to meet my probing tongue.

Instead of pushing deep into her, I explore the outer perimeter, taking extra care not to miss anything.

A combination of moans, groans and yelps escape her lips. Most of what she says is undistinguishable.

But, judging from what I can understand and her very wet pussy, I think I’m on the right path to give back for what she put in tonight.

It’s never easy to meet the parents of your new partner. Of course, we’re not dating or anything, but the future in-laws don’t know this, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for Rose.

I myself was very apprehensive when I met her family. What’s more, I met most of her family at a gathering.

Rose only had to meet Mom and Ruben, which might make it worse. I’m not sure which way is better.

Small and intimate, which means of course you are examined by two people through a magnifying glass, each and every action and reaction examined in fine detail and later discussed ad nauseam?

Or meeting the entire clan during a family gathering, where chances are you’re just one of many and so no one will pay you much attention?

Perhaps I should have made it easy for Rose and introduced her to them at a family function. Unfortunately, none come to mind.

Anyway, no point overthinking the matter. What’s done is done.

As Rose’s pussy starts to tighten, I go deeper into her. She’s so wet now, some of her juices are dripping down my chin.

I change position with my hands. Reluctantly, I pull them off her ass and move them toward her pussy.

Here, I use my thumbs to push against her clit. It’s only a little bit of pressure, but the desired effect is achieved. I can feel her quiver underneath my touch.

Like an arrow about to be nocked into a bow, her body is tense as I continue to assault her pussy with my tongue and fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” she yelps, and I hope she’s not ready to come already.

I want her to enjoy this, draw it out as long as possible.

To see how she’s faring, I pull my face out of her and catch her eye. She’s lost in some place in another galaxy far, far, away.

My tongue can still taste the saltiness of her pussy. She’s fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of her.

With renewed vigor, I go back to pushing my tongue into that pussy of hers as far as it will go. My mouth now covers her mound, and I start to suck on it.

Rose is thrusting her hip up toward me and is bucking with each inward thrust.

I guess if she’s going to come, nothing I can do about it.

I focus on my rhythm and speed. In and out my tongue darts, and I can feel my own cock throb and pulse and beg to be part of the action.

As I’m sucking and licking, I can feel Rose tense beneath me before exploding in a fountain of pleasure.

The walls of her pussy try to grab my tongue and squeeze it. But I pull out before they can.

When Rose’s body finally stops convulsing I pull out my tongue and look at her.

“Now,” I ask, “how’re you feeling?

Rose shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”

“Okay, I guess?” I try and sound calmer than I feel. “What kind of an answer is that? Okay?”

The football match can be okay, or the weather, as can the snowfall and the amount of rain we’ve had―but it seems a strange way to describe how you’re feeling after such an intense personal experience.

Is she alright? I peer at her and her push a stray hair behind her ears.

Maybe something is bothering her? Was it the fact we’ve not had any further discussion about our arrangement, or something else? She could of course be concerned about the condom problem, or her work?

Let’s face it, at any given point in time, several things can be on our mind. We human beings are complex things.

I doubt many of us can ever just be in the moment. And no doubt Rose right now is thinking about multiple things.

Guilt seeps through me. Okay, so I should be raising the subject of our joint project, but I doubt now is the right time.

With a sigh, I accept there may never be the right time. Something will always be in the way or just happened to make it awkward to discuss a topic as deep and serious as having a baby together.

“What can I do to make you feel on top of the world?” I change my tactic.

This way she’ll have to tell me what’s troubling her. Reverse psychology. Instead of asking what’s wrong, I’m asking what I can do to improve things.

“I’d really like something to drink,” replies Rose and stands up.

I’m taken by surprise. I had not expected this or seen it coming.

“You want something?” she calls over her shoulder, and I follow her every movement as she moves naked through her apartment.

Moonbeams come in through the gaps in the curtains and throw a magical light over Rose. As I’m staring at her, I can almost believe she’s a fairy. Now, that would make life a little more interesting, wouldn’t it?

Mom, meet my fairy girlfriend.

Inwardly, I chuckle at my own joke.

“Sure,” I call back. “What’re you having?”

“I’ve got a rose in the fridge I thought might go nicely with some chocolate. Food and drink for the soul,” explains Rose as she returns with both those things.

She invites me to pour the light pink liquid, and I watch her break the chocolate into smaller pieces.

Chocolate.

I take a piece and rub it over her nipples.

She shrieks. “It’s sticky,” she announces, and I bend forward to lick it off. Then I pick up my wine glass and propose a toast.

“To Rose and chocolate,” I raise my glass.

She giggles but copies me. We utter the same words at the same time.

After I swallow my sip, I turn to Rose.

“Not a bad drop. Now where were we?”

I lean into her to kiss her, bringing her into submission, and she melts into me, offering no resistance.