Much, much, later…

“Toby! Get your butt down here and get to the bus! You’re going to be late!” I scream, knowing my sweet son is taking his damn time, watching videos on YouTube like he always does. When he doesn’t answer, I lose it. “Ugh, I’m going to kill him, I swear. “

Of course, Addison is just like Toby, only much older. He’s sipping on his coffee, with a shit-eating grin attached to his face, thinking all of this is hilarious. I give him an angry glance and he sets his mug on the table, nodding. “Okay, okay,” he says, gulping down. “Toby, listen to your mother!” he calls out. “She doesn’t work so hard so you can lounge around.”

“Fiiiine,” Toby murmurs. He opens the door and smiles at both of us.

“We should have never gotten him that phone,” I shake my head.

“They all have them now,” Addison says. “His teacher says it was either that or the tablet.”

“Well, it’s stupid,” I say, knowing the world has changed into something completely different. All of that stuff was just coming out when I taught at Canton Junior High. Now they require them to have it with them instead of books? It doesn’t make sense to me.

“Sorry Ma,” Toby reluctantly says as he scoots by me.

“Good boy.” Addison smiles. “So respectful to the beautiful women in his life.”

“Tryin’ for bonus points, I see,” I laugh. “Hey, don’t forget your cap.”

I grab his hat and put it on him, a bit too tight around his forehead. He groans and readjusts it. He looks so handsome, every single morning and I die a little every time I notice him grow up. Today is one of those times and even though I’m choking up, I feel so happy he’s with us in this family now.

“Love you, mom,” he says. “See you after practice.”

“Hit a homerun!” Addison calls out. Toby smiles and makes a batting stance, swinging an imaginary bat. He makes a crashing noise and runs out the door.

“The crowd goes wild!” Addison yells. Toby screams and meets up with some neighborhood friends, down the way.

“Hey, Mrs. Williams!” One of them smiles.

“Mrs. Williams, wassup!” Another one winks.

I wave and shut the door, shaking my head. “They love you,” Addison laughs. “You’re the hot mom on this block.”

“Oh God, please don’t say that,” I close my eyes tight. “That’s creepy as hell.”

“At least you don’t bake them cookies like some of these moms do,” he says.

“Some of the moms bake them cookies?!” I exclaim.

“No, but I’m kind of getting turned on imagining you in an apron, all covered in dough.” He gives me a sly look and stares at my tits.

“Yeah, is that what you want?” I ask him, sitting on his lap, my ass against his pelvis. Even after all these years, his cock works better than anybody else’s. I unbutton my shirt a little, until my cleavage spills out for him.

“Jesus, woman. How?” He kisses the curves of my neck and feels around my waist.

“How what?” I ask him.

“How are you even real?” He licks his lips. I move off of him and bend over, next to the fireplace.

“You’re killing me,” he mutters.

“You really like my body still?” I ask him, jutting my butt into the air. I crawl forward a little, smiling. “Even after everything we’ve been through?

I can’t say marriage is the easiest thing in the world. If I thought dating was difficult, I was an idiot. Getting married, spending your money on a new business, and having a kid is about the toughest thing anyone can do, but we’re still here. We’re still fighting. We’re still madly in love. And, yes, we still have sex five times a week.

We’re insane, but this is the life we’ve chosen. All in all, it’s not as hard as it could have been.

He strips down until he’s fully naked. His cock is unimaginable. He’s a man now. He’s more of a man than he’s ever been before. He steps forward and eyes me. He puts his hand down and squeezes his fingers against my clit and lips. He knows my body unlike anybody else. He knows it inside and out.

“Do I like your body?” He mulls the thought over. His cock just grows and grows. “I live for this body, woman.” He runs his hands up to my hips and squeezes, not gently, but hard. “It’s been a day since we’ve fucked. I need you right fucking now.”

“Thought so.” I smile, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.

The phone rings right as he’s about to penetrate me, right as we’re both about to feel that warm goodness. “Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Just put it in me,” I plead. “Come on.”

“I’ve gotta answer this. We’re behind on some payments,” he says. See. Marriage is a bitch sometimes.

“Just do it.” I widen my eyes. He grabs the phone and answers it.

“Yeah?” he says. “Ah, Halloway. What’s up?”

I don’t care that he’s talking on the phone. I grab his cock and guide it to my center. I close my eyes and feel him push inside me. We both groan loudly. “Yes!” I scream.

“Are you guys really having sex right now?” I hear Halloway say on the other side of the line.

Addison coughs and makes a weird noise. “Uhhhh,” he says. “Yeah, Halloway, I’m going to need to call you back. Sorry, brother.” He hangs up the phone and we both laugh for a second.

“Sorry. That was fucked up of me,” he says.

“I don’t care. Just fuck my brains out,” I whisper.

He does, and it keeps me going, going, going, until I’m gone, out of this world.