“Let’s do something exciting. Let’s go up north to Vancouver for the day. No, actually, I’ve changed my mind. Let’s have a picnic at the park,” she says. “We could bring some beer and make it a day.”

I barely have my eyes open and she’s already making plans. I grab and force her on top of me. She reaches down and smirks when she feels my package.

“A picnic sounds cute,” I say.

“Really? You’d want to do that?” she asks.

“Honestly, I’m just surprised you’re this cheery right now. Yesterday you hated my guts,” I say.

George makes a sudden noise of discomfort. Then, comes the harsh crying.

“Well, we’re in this together, right?” she asks. She jumps from my cock to the baby, just like that. She takes him in his arms and calms him down.

“There you go,” she whispers. “There’s my good boy.”

“Hey, that’s what you said to me last night,” I say.

She doesn’t laugh, but I sure do. I walk over to my son and I kiss him on his head.

“Good morning, little guy,” I whisper.

He looks at me with unknowing eyes. If he only knew how crazy his father was. He’d probably be crying a hell of a lot more.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I tell her.

“Alright, I’ll join you in a second,” she says.

I run the water until it’s relentlessly hot. I step inside and feel the steam develop around my body. The door to the shower is open, so I just sit in the water and watch her. There’s something about the whole motherly thing that really fucks me up.

I look at her and I can see how she’s changed… yeah, her tits are twice the size. Her ass has turned into a sexy apple bottom. Her waist is thick and beautiful. But it’s not just her body that has changed. Her personality is different. She’s more tender than ever, but isn’t afraid to lay the whole truth on me. Seeing her in this role makes me want to give her another one.

When she’s all set, she drops her panties to the bathroom floor amicably. I grin like a wolf. As she steps inside, something takes ahold of me. I force her against the glass, shower door. I slide three fingers inside of her, and I finger her hard and fast. I listen to her breathing as it grows louder, yet restricted. I let go and she catches her air.

“Why’d you stop?” She gasps for air.

Our lips collide with all the force we have. I reach around and smack her ass. She forces me against the tiled wall and reaches down.

“You feel how hard you get me?” I ask.

She nods. I pick her up and straddle her in the air. I set her down on my cock and hear her moan, short and quick with surprise.

I hold her up with one hand. The other grabs her hair from behind. I kiss her neck. Her nipples drag across my chest, up and down. The steam builds. There’s too much gravity for her to move up and down fast, so I go with the alternative.

I fuck her deep and hold her in place. My balls slam against her ass. Her legs wrap around my hips.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a MILF,” I say. “It’s going to be hard not to cum inside you.”

She responds with a profound moan. I let her down to the floor and say, “Put those pretty lips around my cock.”

“Is that an order?” She smiles and bites her lips.

“Well, it’s not a fucking question,” I say.

I block the water with my shoulders and back. Her mouth purses open and her tongue comes folding out. She closes her lips around my head and looks up at me with sensitive eyes. I tilt my head back and moan. I reach forward and brush her cheek with my hands.

“You’re too good at that,” I say.

She smiles and looks proud of herself. She forces my cock in deeper, down her throat. She releases, saliva falling down her chin. I lean forward and kiss her again.

“You’re so good to me. I owe you,” I say. “Now, I’m going to make you cum.”

I fuck her on that tile floor as the water hits our bodies. I watch as she loses herself in the moment. Her moans turn to loud bellows when I smack her ass. I pull out and dive my face into her gorgeous, sopping hole. I drag it across her lips and clit.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” I mutter.

There are two things I could never forget: the way she tasted, and how good she felt around my cock.

She shoves her pussy back down, as I devour her. Grinding her hips, she gets so caught up in the act that she doesn’t even notice my thumb insert into her ass. I grin and slide another finger inside.

“Holy shit,” she moans, deep. “I’ve never…”

“Shh,” I whisper. “Just let me please you.”

“It feels so fucking good,” she says.

She’s acting like she’s surprised, but when my kitten is in the moment, she’ll do anything for her man. That’s why I came back. This woman is the nastiest person in all of Washington State.

“Deeper,” she coos.

I have her tightly wound around my fingers, literally. I slide two fingers from my other hand into her pussy. When I kiss her, she shakes.

“I… don’t… know…” she wriggles.

But as soon as I move my fingers in and out, she stops and screams with pleasure.

“That’s a good kitten,” I say.

I slide out my fingers from her pussy and put them into my own mouth. She’s still trembling from me. I feel powerful again and I want to show her just how much she means to me.

I mount her and fuck her like the boss I am. She gasps and begs for mercy, but nothing can stop me. I’ve heard her scream loud before, but this is by far the most bone-crushing orgasm I’ve ever gave a woman.

She hunches her back and twists on the tile. Pulsating waves of pleasure ricochet inside her. She lurches back and forth as her muscles give out. I feel the build start to happen inside of myself. I grunt and smack her ass one more time, before she loses it completely.

“…cumming…” she manages to say. The pleasure is too much for her, but I don’t give a fuck.

The pressure begins to build between my legs. My cock is like a fucking hammer, pounding into her. I just can’t get enough. When I cum, it’s mind blowing. What is normally a jaw clenching feeling is now non-stop. It feels like I’ll just keep going, falling deeper and deeper into what feels like the greatest thing God has ever created. This woman’s pussy is the holy-fucking-grail.

“Keep going,” she moans.

And I do, until I can’t anymore. When I pull out, my cum drips down her thighs. I lower my head and kiss her round ass. I take some body wash in my hand and lather it over her body. She’s still panting on the ground. I clean her up. I swear I could go for another round right now, but looking at her now, I don’t think she could handle it.

I turn the shower off and wink at her. “Here’s a towel, kitten. Let’s get you dried off,” I say

“You’re lucky I’m on birth control now. Otherwise, I’d probably give birth to triplets in about six months,” she says.

“Triplets, huh. Sounds like a wild time,” I say.

“Let’s not even go there,” she sighs.

I smack her ass for the millionth time in an hour. There’s just something about her that puts me in the zone and makes me feel confident. When I saw my son and realized how much I had put Jacqueline through, something just clicked inside of me. It was so obvious how bad I had fucked up.

I jump onto the bed, fully naked, and feeling on top of the world. I watch as she puts on a white thong. She rolls the sides up her thigh and smiles when she catches me peaking.

“Keep going,” I say.

“Like this?” She pushes her ass out more, accentuating all of her best features.

Her natural tits look perfect sliding underneath her shirt. I can still see her nipples pressed against the cotton. And I’m still hard.

“Or this?” she asks. She steps into a pair of jeans and slowly pushes it up, against her ass. Her pussy lips caress the inside of her thong, but they practically spill out the side. I still have her taste in my mouth.

She pushes her jeans against her plump ass cheeks. Struggling a little, she manages to get the pair around her waist. I kiss my fingers.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say.

“You’re funny,” she says.

Meanwhile, we’re doing this while our baby lies in his crib staring at the swirling plush stars above him. I get out of bed and put on some clothes. I walk over to George, but stop at the crib’s edge.

“Can I?” I ask her.

“You don’t really have to ask,” she says.

“Yeah, but I feel like I should. I’m still a stranger,” I tell her.

He reaches out and touches my finger. A deep, beautiful, yet heavy emotion washes over me. Strength follows after it. George smiles at me when I reach for him.

Jacqueline just watches me, carefully. When little George rests his head against my chest, she says, “I don’t know. I think he knows who you are already. It’s an instinct.”

“He’s precious,” I whisper. I kiss his head again. My smile is huge. “Man, I need to make this kid proud of me.”

“He’ll be proud of his daddy.” She walks behind me and puts her arms around my waist. I can feel her rest her head against my back. The whole family, together.

“You’ve already done more than most men would. I don’t think you need to worry so much,” she says.

“Well, the answer is pretty simple: just don’t do what I did before. I just hope I haven’t ruined my whole career. I really screwed the pooch on everything,” I say.

She kisses my back and I realize it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to think about all of that crap right now. What’s important is right here, in the present.

“…I love you, Jacqueline,” I say. “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

“I love you too,” she says.

In the silent understanding of our utmost passions, we have everything. I know things can get hard, but I can’t let the future worry me. Tomorrow is always a day away.