I spent most of the morning and afternoon with her needy ass, listening to her gripes and painting her toenails because she didn’t feel like going to the salon.

If anyone sees anything wrong with me doing that feminine shit, then they should’ve seen me with my daughters when they were toddlers. I don’t give a fuck, whatever my girls want, that’s what the fuck they get.

My boys can’t say shit because most of the time they were right there with me, especially Jared’s ass. My boys are already dreading the three she’s carrying now. They just know they’re gonna be worst.

If anything is worst than Mengele Kat’s on her fucking own, I didn’t sign up for that shit. “How’s your tummy this morning?” Shit looked like it dropped to me but I kept my opinion behind my teeth.

In this house whenever I say something about her pregnancies either she or Elena tries to shoot me

down. Because I have a dick I don’t know shit. Like I didn’t monitor her ass through five pregnancies.

She looked over the tub of ice cream at her stomach. “They’re fine I think they’re asleep.” I looked at that shit like it was a ticking time bomb. That shit looked painful as hell.

They had her tummy stretched all to hell and on her small frame I don’t know how she even walks around. She must’ve pressed the switch on my guilt meter because I started to feel bad.

To make myself useful I grabbed the cream she likes to rub into her skin over her stretch marks and got to work while she finished off the ice cream.

I don’t say shit to her about her eating habits because one of her species made the mistake of telling her what she should and shouldn’t eat while pregnant and Kat damn near decapitated her with her tongue.

Fuck that! I’m not getting between her pregnant ass and whatever trough she wants to feed at. I needed a nap by the time I was through seeing to her every need, which was a lot.

When she started asking where the kids were I knew what she was up to. Her horny ass is always on the prowl. My poor dick don’t know if to be happy or look for cover.

“Last I saw they were alive, nobody’s bleeding and Cody still has about an hour left on his nap. Why what do you want?” Like I didn’t know.

She did her twirling eye shit and slid down on the bed, eyeing my dick. “Now you know there’s no way in hell you’re getting any while the sun’s up on a Saturday. Not with your hellions running around.”

Her pout was too cute. “Don’t give me that look, you’re the one who wanted all these damn kids.” She played peekaboo with her tits, lifting her top higher until I could see the plump tops of her breasts over the bra.

I licked my lips with my eyes glued to that shit and my dick sprung a leak. I eased over to the door and turned the lock gently hoping that the nosy one didn’t hear it from wherever the hell she was.

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.