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At Home
by Lord Malinov
~~~
"Mommy!"
"Just a minute," Diana said, putting aside her coffee mug and rising
from the floor. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Mommy!" the young voice wailed from the other room.
"I'll be right there," Diana shouted, her voice erupting from the
depths of her lungs, startling me with the sudden burst of sound.
"Mommy," the young boy repeated monotonously, seemingly oblivious to
his mother's emphatic promise of attention. Diana left me to attend
to the matter.
"Thomas?" she said, bending down toward the small boy. Diana's voice
had shifted in a matter of seconds to the reassuring lilt of an
adoring mother. Stretched out on our family room floor, I leaned
back on my arms, watching my pretty wife kneel down to adjust the
wooden railroad that vexed our youngest son. Her pigmented blue
jeans filled out roundly as Diana bent low to the carpet. My
appetite for her had been growing apace since my playful
sleepmate awoke me with the brush of a bare breast on my slumbering
lips, and I felt my hunger thicken by degrees as I stared at the
blue moon of her well-lifted bottom.
"All right, now," the young mother said, rising again from the
floor, her fingers gently brushing down the white rings of soft hair
on the small child's head. A grin crossed my face. How gladly I
would tickle hers, those diminutive wisps of gold curled
against her lap. Diana teasingly raised her brows as she caught my
gaze, easily reading my lascivious thoughts. Her hips swayed
playfully as she walked. Sunlight sparkled in golden streams through
her hair when Diana strolled past our kitchen window.
"Everything back on track?" I asked, suddenly distracted by the
bulge of her fluid breasts bouncing in andante my way.
"Behind schedule," Diana said, smiling, "but on line."
"That's no way to run a railroad," I insisted dogmatically as my wife
sat down beside me. I turned to kiss her, bumping her coffee as she
lifted it up. An amorphous drop of the tepid liquid splashed onto
her cotton sleeve. "Sorry," I said, wiping her arm with a small grey
sock that had been hiding partly under the sofa behind us. Diana
smiled.
"It's all right," she said sweetly. "This blouse is already a mess."
Diana pointed out the smear of chocolate on her shoulder and the brush
of red mud below her left breast. "I'll gladly trade a stain for a
kiss," Diana said with a coy smirk that often accompanied her
elegantly forward approach. I leaned forward again, more carefully
and touched my lips to hers.
"Mommy!" another boy hollered. Diana looked back toward the train
station. I lifted myself off the floor, rapidly anticipating her next
move.
"My turn," I said. Diana nodded and took another sip of lukewarm
coffee.
"I need to heat this up," she said and followed me into the kitchen.
"Daddy," the older of the boys whined, seeing me approach.
"Curtis," I said as I knelt by the track. "You can't do that without
one of these." I reached into a large cardboard box for a small
piece of track. "You see?" I asked, pushing the grooved wooden flat
into the gap, finishing the circle of track. "Better?"
"Play with me?" Curtis asked. I mussed his yellow-blonde hair as I
stood.
"Maybe later, buddy. I'm trying to play with your mother right now."
"Mmm," said Diana as I turned around and into her arms. She
looked up into my eyes. "I'm so glad you stayed home today." Diana
paused with an expression of concern. "You won't get in trouble for
playing hooky will you?" she asked. I tickled her waist.
"You weren't much concerned about getting me in trouble when you
teased me into staying home," I chided. Diana flashed a familiar,
blue-eyed "who me?" gaze. "Don't give me that," I said, tickling her
with greater ferocity.
"Stop," Diana laughed.
"You knew what you were doing. Don't deny it." I squeezed her
bottom with a rogue's hand and brought her body close. Diana shut
her eyes to kiss me.
"I don't want you to get into any trouble," she said softly,
touching her lips to mine.
"I do," I said, lifting her slightly to meet my hungry mouth. "I love
trouble." My hands quickly roamed, finding the softness of her
stained left breast as I turned Diana against the kitchen counter
and kissed her hungrily.
"Daddy!" Thomas said from the other room. I selfishly ignored the
child's plea. "Daddy!" he wailed again and walked in behind us.
"What do you want, Tommy?" I asked, a little exasperated by the
intrusion.
"Popsicle?" the toddler asked, smiling sweetly.
"Curtis? Do you want a Popsicle, too?"
"Red one," said Thomas. "Red one, red one, red one, red one."
"Green one," said Curtis, walking into the kitchen, "green one."
"Sorry Curtis," said Diana, pulling the thin box from the freezer. "I
have red and purple."
"Red one!" said Thomas.
"Red," said Curtis. Diana stripped the white paper wrapping from the
two rocket-shaped shards of colored ice and handed one to each of the
boys. Taking hold of the yellowish stick, Curtis touched the
cherry-red treat to his cherry-red tongue.
"Mmmm," he said, taking another lick.
"Stay in the kitchen with those," said Diana in a serious voice. I
wandered back toward the family room, hoping to lead my wife astray.
She quickly followed, leaving the boys to their frozen pops. "It
never ends," Diana said, folding her leg under as she sat down on the
sofa. I took the place beside her and rubbed her denim thigh.
"It doesn't matter," I said.
"I just get so frustrated," said Diana, laying her head back as my
fingers travelled her jean's stiff folds. "I can't even steal a
moment for myself."
"Mmm," I said, still stroking her lean thigh. "I can help." Diana
frowned for a second.
"You do help," she said. "I don't know what I want. Just a moment to
indulge."
I squeezed the muscle of her leg. "So tense," I said.
"Oh," Diana murmured. I let my fingers drift down to tease the tight
band of her calf. "That's sweet."
"What you need," I said, slipping off the sofa so that I rested just
below my wife. "What you need," I repeated and I softly kissed the
lap of her jeans.
"What I need," Diana said faintly.
"Mom!" screamed Anna from the top of the stairs. I wrapped my arms
around Diana's waist and kissed her nipple through several layers of
clothing. A stiffness developed below as my lips nibbled the gentle
curve of flesh. "Mom!" our daughter yelled again.
"What?" called Diana in reply. I pushed myself away
from my wife reluctantly. Anna appeared in the doorway.
"Can I have . . . ," she began to ask, stopping before she reached the
point.
"We're going to have lunch in a minute," Diana said.
"But why did the boys get Popsicles?"
"I know," said the girl's mother, standing and moving out of my
reach. "But I'll fix some macaroni. How's that?"
"Yeah!" said Anna with sincere delight. At seven, she seemed a
perfect reflection of her mother, transported through time. Long
golden hair flowed past their shoulders like July sunlight, while a
glance from either girl's limpid blue eyes took away any semblance of
control I pretended to exert. Though perhaps master by title, I am
only a pawn to my queens.
"Let me fix lunch," said Diana apologetically to me. I nodded in
understanding and watched my wife move while the pans clattered and
the water ran.
Lunch proceeded like the feeding at a circus, the kitchen echoing
with childish growls, squeals, barks and howls. I ate my sandwich
calmly, helping to oversee the small beasts while they fed, keeping
them perched on their chairs with their food sloppily shifting from
plate to fork to face. Diana walked and turned and walked again the
circle of six steps from sink to stove to table to refrigerator
and back again a thousand times while the cubs asked for one thing
after another. I laughed aloud when they finally excused themselves
and left me alone for an instant with my wife. We sighed relief in
the short lull in our constant storm. The squall quickly returned.
"Mommy!" each called out in turn for no apparent reason other than
to interrupt my story. I shooed them away. Finally bored with
the game, Anna and Curtis went next door to play. Thomas fell asleep
on the sofa, watching some simple childish show on the television. I
left the table as the first real moments of silence struck.
"Come here, pretty," I whispered lecherously, crooking my finger at
Diana and I started up the stairs.
"Sure," said Diana, pushing in a chair and picking up the basket of
clean clothes she had left on the landing. She put the laundry at the
foot of our bed and leapt onto the comforter.
"Listen," I said, crawling beside Diana and nonchalantly fiddling
with the button atop her jeans. She fell back onto the bed, readily
exposing the brass nub to my awkward manipulations. I worked the
metal piece through the thick denim crevice, unleashing the waist of
Diana's jeans. "Do you hear that?" I said, cocking my head.
"What?" she asked, pushing her head up again, concerned.
"No kids," I said, pulling at her zipper. Diana giggled and wiggled
as I kissed her soft belly, gently yanking down on her pants. She
lifted her bottom as I peeled the denim skin past her hips and along
her lean thighs. Black satin covered the valley between. I teased
the slick fabric with a stretch of my tongue, kneading the furrows
below with familiar blindness. "Time for dessert?" I asked,
pulling at the waistband of her panties, kissing her golden floss.
"Lick the plate clean," Diana purred. My tongue tickled her lips as
I nuzzled in close, pressing her legs wide apart. I indulgently
drank in the musk of her damp cunt, teasing her pink swelling lips
with a thick swipe, pausing to watch as the water seeped from
within. Diana's clit pushed upward to beg my attention, lifted
full against my mouth from below. I cupped the firm swells of her
ass in my hands, pulling her hard against my warm tongue. Diana
moaned and lifted her shirt to fondle her rigid brown nipples.
My prick ached as I stepped up the rhythm of licking, excited to
taste her cunt's river bed, taking guidance in the force of her
breath, the arch of her back, catching glimpses above as she squeezed
her tits hard. I fingered her ass easily, the path drenched with her
juice, and Diana twisted to provoke more excitations while I licked
her clitoris wet after a long dip in her well.
"Mmm," she said, probably biting her lip. I heard a faint call from
outside and below. I hurried; licked her cunt harder, drove deeper,
pushed faster, digging my short nails in her fleshy ass cheeks,
anxious to finish the act before the curtain came crashing down.
Diana squirmed and moaned lowly, bucking the beat. I licked
fiercely, frightened by the sound of soft steps methodically mounting
the stairs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Diana shouted, grabbing my
hair, pulling me nearly into her widened cunt. I licked
desperately and with a sudden nervous howl, the shudders within Diana
played over my buried fingers.
"Yes," Diana cried out, pouring slick lust over my jaw.
"Mommy," a small voice called.
"Yes," Diana squealed, letting my tongue take one more long slip
along her deep gorge.
"Mommy," the young boy yelled. The door knob rattled.
"Yes," she said pleased, pulling me up to her smile for a sloppy
kiss. Diana scooted off the bed and I watched as she quickly
squeezed her ripe ass into the blue denim shell.
"Mommy," Thomas groaned painfully. Diana opened our door to
discover the distraught child. She gave the child a hug.
"It's all right," she said, in a soothing sweet voice.
"Juice," he whined mercilessly. "Orange juice."
"All right," the young mother said, lifting her son up in her arms.
She offered me a wry smile. My prick throbbed painfully as she
vanished down the stairs.
"Someday," I said, picking myself up. "I'll go crazy."
"Mom, we're home," another voice called as the front door burst open.
I sat up, my heart still thumping. I licked my damp lips,
savoring the lost moment's memory and then with a sigh of
resignation, I tried to turn my thoughts toward other things; of
ships and strings and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.
~~~
Malinov
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