Chapter 9

“I’m okay, now,” she panted. “Six orgasms is enough.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I can keep going.”

“I’m not a cheerleader, either,” she said, smiling. “Can I please suck your dick, now?”

“No,” he said.

“No?” She sounded both hurt and confused.

“I want to do something else.”

She stayed relaxed, laying back in the overstuffed chair with her legs spread wide. They were both naked and he was as hard as iron. He started masturbating with the tip of his penis only six inches from her swollen pussy lips. Her eyes glittered as she watched.

“Shoot it on my pussy,” she whispered.

“Where?” He asked, his hand making long, fast strokes.

“Right here,” she said, putting one fingertip on her clit.

“Okay. I’ll try,” he said. “You look so good. I want you to have twins.”

“Stop it,” she laughed. “I’m not trying to be sexy.”

“You couldn’t avoid being sexy if you rolled in mud and somebody shaved you bald.”

“Gee, don’t thrill me too much,” she teased. “Come on, Bob. Shoot on Mama’s pussy.”

“Here it comes,” he groaned. “Ohhhh, fuck me.”

He leaned forward and the tip of his prick split her greasy lips. He knew where her vaginal opening was, now, and he nosed the tip into that opening, just as the first jet rocketed out of the eye in the tip of his cock. He pressed harder, trying to make sure none of his spunk could escape, and sighed, “Ohhhhhh, yeaaaah.”

“That’s not right here, Bob,” she moaned. Her fingertip was still firmly on her clit.

“I missed,” he panted as the rest of his semen filled her vaginal channel. “Sorry. I’ve never been any good at darts.”

“It’s been so long since I felt that,” she groaned. “Push it in me. I need it in me, Bob.”

Instead he removed his wilting penis and pushed his long middle finger in her. He knew how to stimulate her clit while he did this, and he moved his face up to kiss her.

“I’ll do that when you’re sober,” he said. “Let’s wait just a little longer. I don’t want you to ever regret letting me put my cock in you.”

“You just put your sperm in me!” she objected. “You shot a lot in me, too, Bob. Stop that,” she said, pushing at his hand. “I don’t want to have an orgasm right now!”

He pulled his finger out and then stuck it in his mouth. He hummed as he pulled it out. ‘

“You taste so good,” he sighed. “I wonder if you’ll taste any different when you’re pregnant.”

She sat up, making it look like she had abs of steel. She grabbed his face and kissed him, but not a long or passionate kiss.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I try to know what you really want,” he said. “Who knew I could read a woman so well?”

“Not for that,” she said, reaching to scoop up some of the semen now leaking out of her pussy. She sucked her fingers like he had. “Thank you for helping me get motivated.”

“So, now you want to have my baby?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” she said. “Now, I know Bradley expects me to stay all night, but if I do that now I might regret it. I don’t want to regret anything at all. So I need to go home.”

“Okay,” said Bob. “As long as we get to do this again.”

“Ohhh, we’re going to do that again lots of times,” she said, “except it will squirt waaaay up inside me, so your happy and energetic sperms can find my poor, old, limping egg.”

“I bet your eggs are as beautiful as you are,” he said, as he stood. “I’ll bet my sperm cells absolutely go to war over which one will get to pierce your supermodel egg.”

“I’ve got to get out of here,” she muttered.

He just grinned.

When he dropped her off he didn’t go inside with her.

“I don’t know what the two of you will talk about, but I don’t need to be there to hear it,” he said.

She leaned across the console and kissed him briefly.

“I want to fuck you so much your balls will hurt for a week,” she said.

“You can try,” he said.

When Olivia walked into the kitchen it was empty and dark. The only light on in the house came from under the door to Brad’s studio. She thought about just sneaking past him and going to bed, but she knew that wouldn’t work. If he was going to be enthusiastic about ... things ... they needed to be transparent, to a degree. She tapped on his door and opened it.

“I’m home,” she said.

He was lying in bed and looked up from the book he was reading. He was dressed only in white briefs.

“Are things okay?” he asked.

“Yes. We have to take things at our own speed, though. If I would have stayed, things would have gone too far.”

“I thought that was the whole idea,” said Brad.

“It is, but it needs to happen at its own speed.”

“I hope the woman I fall in love with isn’t like this,” he said. “I really will have blue balls by the third date.”

“The woman you fall in love with won’t be like me,” said his mother.

“I didn’t say I don’t want her to be like you,” he said. “You are what they call a MILF, which I acknowledge, except not to me. I mean you’re my mother and I get why men would go nuts over you, but I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”