Lisa
I wasn't gonna lie. Mid-thrust, I swore I heard someone knock on my bedroom door. I couldn't, for the life of me, think of who would be knocking on my bedroom door. Especially at one o'clock in the morning, while my dick was buried in the girl of my dreams. What if it was a serial killer? Frankly, even if one did kick the door down right then, I wasn't stopping. Unless he had a gun. We could quite possibly outrun someone with a knife. A gun, though, we weren't going to get away from that. I might as well die happy and inside of Jennie.
Then I wondered briefly if Jim broke in and was going to stand outside the door harassing me by yelling things like, "I hope you know what you're doing with that thing," or "Jennie's like a sister to me. If you don't make her orgasm six times, I will gut you like a fish."
Thinking about Jim during a time like this was all sorts of wrong and almost made my dick go soft.
Almost.
Jennie did some super power maneuver with her vagina that made it feel like that thing had a fist and squeezed my penis like a stress ball. Holy mother of vaginas!
My head was back in the game at that point—a little too back in the game. She felt so good I never wanted to stop, but her little vagina hand kept squeezing me and I wanted to weep it felt so good. She was warm and tight and fit me so perfectly. I wanted to be a total douche and tell her that her vagina felt like warm apple pie, just like in the movies. But not just any apple pie, McDonald's apple pie. The kind that are so warm and delicious they had to put them on the dollar menu so you could afford to eat eleven of them. I would eat eleventy-billion Jennie vaginas. The little sounds she made as I drove into her forced my orgasm up through me faster than I wanted it to. Hearing her tell me she didn't want me to stop and that she wanted to feel me almost made my head explode...both of them.
I kissed Jennie in an effort to try and slow down my impending orgasm but that just made it worse. Her mouth was the most delicious thing I ever tasted and her tongue sliding against mine made my dick pulse inside of her. Pushing into her welcoming heat as deeply as I could go, my orgasm burst out of me and I almost had a moment of panic that I was going to come so hard it would burst through the condom.
We all knew I had super powerful sperm. It could happen. Again. Those little fucker's heads were banging against the end of the condom screaming in anarchy, "The man is trying to keep us down! Damn the man!"
After the first throb of my orgasm, a little voice came through the closed bedroom door.
"Mommy, I'm thirsty."
I burst out laughing in the middle of shooting thousands of furious, fist-shaking little sperm into my condom. Jennie's legs and arms were wrapped tightly around me and I collapsed right on top of her, careful not to put all of my weight on her. I would like her to still be alive so we could do this again. I'm not much into necrophilia.
We lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes and I started to chuckle again. How could I have forgotten there was a kid in the house? I actually thought an axe murderer might have broken in and was courteously knocking on my door before barging in. For some reason, that seemed more logical than remembering I had a child and he was in the house.
"Mommy!"
"Just a minute!" Jennie screamed right by my ear.
I pushed myself up so I could see Jennie's face and asked her if we could duct tape him to the bed the next time we did this. I really didn't expect her face to light up as brightly as it did. I was joking about the duct tape. Sort of.
"We'll have to come up with some kind of lie to tell him about what we're doing," she said.
"Do you – fuck, shit-fuck, unnngf!" I sputtered while making the "o" face.
There it was again. That vagina squeeze. What the fuck was that?
"Okay, what the fuck did you just do with your vagina? I think I just came again."
She laughed and the motion pushed my shrinking dick right out of her vagina. I wanted to pout at the loss, but then I realized Gabi was still outside our bedroom door.
Wow, we suck. I hope he isn't bleeding from the head or anything.
Sorry, son, mommy and dada were busy playing hide the salami. How's the head wound?
I shifted off of Jennie and grabbed some Kleenex from the nightstand to dispose of the condom. I almost smirked at the jizz inside and gave them all the finger. Ha ha little fuckers. Not this time!
"Kegels," Jennie said as she quickly grabbed her shirt and threw it over her head and then shimmied into her skirt. It didn't escape my notice that she didn't put her underwear back on.
"Wait, what? Did you say kegels? Why are we talking about cereal?"
At this point Gabi was rattling the door handle so hard I wouldn't be surprised if the thing came off in his hand. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and threw on my boxer briefs, walking over to the door with Jennie.
"Not Kellogs, Minnie, kegels," Jennie laughed. "And they are the explanation for my awesome vagina."
I wanted to swat her cute little ass for the Minnie comment but didn't have time. She swung open the door to find Gabi standing there with his head against the door jam looking bored.
Jennie knelt down and took him in her arms.
"Hey, bud, are you okay? Did you get scared or something?" I asked, ruffling the hair on top of his head.
"What were you guys doing in here?"
Geeze, nothing like getting right to the point.
Jennie pulled back from him and looked up at me.
"Uh…ummmm," she stammered.
"Were you guys playing a game?" he asked.
I snickered at that, wondering if Jennie would punch me if I told him about the rules of hide the salami. The first rule of hide the salami is never knock on a locked door during the game unless you are bleeding from the eyes or something is on fire. Like your hair. Anything else can wait until the game is over.
"Well, we were making a phone call. A very important phone call," Jennie explained.
Gabi looked at her like he didn't believe her.
"It was a long-distance phone call," I explained. "And it was really big and important. We couldn't wait one more minute to make the phone call and once we made the call, we couldn't stop or it would have been…painful. So that's why we didn't answer the door when you knocked. Yep, really big phone call. Your mom screamed when she saw how big it was."
Jennie reached up and pinched my thigh for that one, but I couldn't help it.
"Your dada is over exaggerating how big this phone call really was," she said dryly.
My mouth popped open and Gabi looked at me funny. Jennie just knelt there giving me an annoyed look, not even realizing what she just let slip.
A swarm of butterflies started flapping around in my stomach, and I wanted to reach down and scoop both of them up and jump around the room. We hadn't talked yet about telling Gabi who I was. I wanted more than anything for him to call me "Dada," but I didn't want to rush things with Jennie. She had done this all on her own for so long, I didn't want to step on her toes. I wanted her to come to this decision on her own, knowing that she trusted me with Gabi.
I could see when the realization hit. Her face got horribly pale and I was a little worried she might barf on my bare feet for a second. She looked back and forth between Gabi and me several times before her eyes landed on mine and she quickly stood up.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry. I have no idea why I just blurted that out," she whispered, glancing back down at Gabi to see if he could hear her. He just stood there looking at both of us like we were idiots.
"Shit. I'm sorry! I'll just tell him I was kidding. I'll tell him I was talking about the phone call or something. Oh my God! I am such a dumbass," she mumbled.
I rubbed my hands up and down her arms to calm her.
"Hey, listen to me. It's fine. Actually, it's more than fine. I wanted to ask you about telling him but I was afraid you would think it was too soon," I explained.
She let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you're not ready for."
"Baby, I was ready for this as soon as I pulled the stupid out of my ass and came to talk to you after that first week."
She leaned up and gave me a quick kiss before turning around to pick Gabi up.
"So, Gabi. Do you know what a dada is?" she asked him.
He stared at me and thought about it for a few minutes. I started to get worried. What if he didn't want me as his dada? What if he thought I was too strict or too stupid? Shit, I shouldn't have made him clean up the toothpaste on his floor. Cool dada didn't make their kids do shit like that. Cool dada took their kids to strip clubs and let them throw big parties at their houses and smoked pot with them on Sunday afternoons while they picked their fantasy football teams.
"Is Papa your dada?" he asked.
Jennie nodded. "You are very smart, little man! Yes, Papa is my dada. And Lisa is your dada."
We both stood there in silence while Gabi looked back and forth between us.
He is totally sizing me up right now.
"I'll take you to get a lap dance and smoke pot with you during fantasy draft week," I blurted.
Jennie looked at me like I lost my mind.
"Can I call you punk-dada?" Gabi finally asked nonchalantly, ignoring my outburst.
Gabi asked for a dada and saw that he was good.
Yes, I quoted the bible and compared my son to God. Shut up.
Jennie laughed at Gabi's request.
"How about you just call her 'Dada'?" she asked.
"How about I call her 'Dada-face'," Gabi countered.
This kid was bartering on what version of dada he could call me. He was a genius. And I was concerned for no reason at all. I reached over and took Gabi from Jennie's arms.
"How about we let Mommy go to sleep and you and I discuss my new name while I put you back to bed?" I asked.
Jennie reached up on her toes to kiss Gabi's cheek and then leaned over to do the same to mine. Gabi put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"Okay, baby-dada."
Jennie and I both burst out laughing at that one. As I walked out into the hall, I turned my head and mouthed the words, "thank you" to her before walking Gabi back to his room.
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Jennie
I really didn't know why I was so worried about Lisa freaking out when I called her Gabi's dada. It proved to me yet again just how wonderful she was.
While Lisa was putting Gabi back to bed, I reached into my overnight bag and pulled out the tank top and boy shorts I brought for pajamas and changed into them. I brushed my teeth and then got back into bed to curl under the covers and wait for Lisa to come back. I just started to doze off when I felt the bed dip and her arms circle around my waist. I smiled and snuggled back into her warm body.
"Everything go okay?" I murmured sleepily.
"Yep, he decided he wasn't thirsty anymore but he made me read him a story. And we compromised on 'Dada-o' for now," she said with a chuckle.
"You're getting off easy. Two weeks ago he kept referring to me as 'Old Lady'."
I lay there wrapped in Lisa's arms and it was the most comfortable I had ever been.
For about five minutes.
This just proved that everything they did in the movies was a load of bullshit. Her arm was under my neck on the pillow which tilted my head at an awkward angle. I could already feel the beginnings of a kink. I was starting to sweat like a whore in church with her other arm heavily draped over my waist and her legs tangled with mine. With my sweaty ass, it felt like I had a hundred mosquito bites on my legs.
It would be wrong to kick her now, right?
I shifted my body just the tiniest bit. I didn't want her to think I didn't want to cuddle, but I was going insane trying to lie perfectly still. Maybe if I waited long enough, she'd fall asleep and I could shove her off me. The Cunninghams had it right when they slept in separate beds on "Happy Days." That's why all those people back then looked so well-rested and blissful.
"Out with it, Jennie," Lisa mumbled close to my ear.
Shit. Now it was going to get awkward. We just now had sex for the first time in years and I was going to tell her to get away from me so I could sleep. I am the most unromantic person in the world.
"Out with what?"
"You've been fidgeting and sighing for the past ten minutes," she replied.
I have tourettes, restless leg syndrome or a baboon heart that gives me the shakes and makes me sigh every time the furry thing beats.
Crap, wasn't I always teaching Gabi about honesty? And here I was trying to figure out a way to tell Lisa I had monkey organs instead of just telling her the truth.
"Soooooo, I've never spent the night with anyone before. Well, except for Doyeon but we've always been drunk."
Lisa made some sort of choking, cough sound behind me.
"Can you say that again? Slowly, and with more details," she mumbled.
I laughed and smacked her arm at my waist.
"I'm being serious."
"So am I. You were naked when you did this correct? Tell me you were naked," she replied.
Baboon heart, truth. Baboon heart, truth…
"My neck is killing me and I'm so hot right now my skin could start a blanket fire," I rambled.
Lisa was quiet. Too quiet.
Shit, I hurt her feelings.
"Oh, thank fucking God," she said as she pulled both of her arms out from around me. "My arm fell asleep and my legs were getting a cramp."
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"The bugs got lotion when the dog tickled. Ha ha farmer!"
I had been lying in bed for a few minutes, watching the first light of dawn creep through the curtains. I had to slap my hand over my mouth when Lisa started talking in her sleep.
Jesus, talk about "like dada, like son." Obviously no one ever clued Lisa in on her sleeping habits. Just the thought of some other woman sleeping in the same bed as her made me feel stabby so I pushed those thoughts away for the time being.
She was on her back with one arm flung above her head on the pillow and the other resting on top of her stomach. If I was in a porno, she would be naked under the sheet with her olympic-size penis sticking up, and I would be all slutty and pull the sheet down to blow her.
Bow-chica-wow-wow.
I wasn't slutty, and this wasn't a porno. But I had seen enough of them to sort of know what to do. I glanced at the clock on the night stand and figured I had at least an hour before Gabi would be up. I looked back at Lisa's peaceful face and remembered how it felt to have her mouth between my legs last night.
Okay, I could do this. She gave me two mind-blowing orgasms since I met her. Right now, I'm in the lead. Time to even things up a bit so I didn't feel so selfish.
I slowly reached over and tugged the sheet down her body until it pooled around her shins. Leaning up on my elbow, I used the tips of my fingers to gently pull the waistband of her boxer briefs away from her skin so I could peek inside.
Well, hello there, big guy.
Wow, I felt all sorts of slutty now. I wanted to lick her dick.
Heh, heh. That rhymed.
Focus!
I scooted my body closer to her and then eased my way down lower so my face was even with her waist. My elbow slipped a little on the sheet, making my fingers jerk away from her underwear so I could brace myself and not fall right on top of her sleeping form. The elastic snapped back against her skin and I stopped all movement and held my breath, staring at her face for any sign of waking up.
"Muffins in the basement," Lisa mumbled in her sleep.
I glanced back between her legs and noticed that Sir Cums-a-lot was waking up. Huh, go figure. Dreaming about muffins turned her on. I should make muffins for breakfast. I wonder if Lisa had any blueberries. You really couldn't beat fresh blueberry muffins but I guess if I...
Dammit! Why was it so hard for me to focus on the penis? Especially a really nice one like Lisa's.
Heh, hard penis!
I closed my eyes and channeled Jenna Jameson but without the nasty lip injections and black eye from Tito. As slowly as I could, I got up on all fours and straddled Lisa's legs. Without giving myself anymore time to think about muffins or porn stars, I dipped my head and nuzzled my nose against her length on the outside of her boxers.
Wow, she just got harder when I did that. Neat! I wanna see it grow.
Cha-cha-cha-chia!
Shit, no Chia Pet theme songs right before licking a dick.
I rested my elbows on the bed on either side of Lisa's hips, my ass sticking up in the air so I wouldn't touch her legs and disturb her. Ever so carefully, I pulled the elastic away from her skin and peeled it down over her erection.
I glanced quickly up at her face, satisfied that she was still asleep. Letting out the breath I had been holding, it skimmed over her penis since my mouth was about an inch away at this point. I watched her get incredibly harder and longer.
Seriously? My breath on her did that? Or is she still dreaming about muffins?
I shrugged to myself. I was not going to question the penis. It was great and powerful, like the Wizard of Oz. And right now, the Wizard wanted me to lick her yellow brick dick. I jutted my chin forward and placed my tongue against the base of her, right above the edge of her underwear that I still held onto. I slid my tongue up the length of her, completely amazed at how smooth and soft the skin was there. My tongue dipped into the little valley right below the head of her penis and I added some pressure with the tip of my tongue like I saw in "Beat the Heat."
Lisa let out a little moan in her sleep and I smiled to myself.
I inched my body up a little further, letting my tongue glide up and over the head of her penis. I swirled it around the tip a few times then brought my lips down around the head and sucked it into my mouth.
Lisa whimpered this time and I glanced up to see she still had her eyes closed.
Okay, this wasn't too bad. I could do this. I was a dirty cock sucker! Doyeon would be so proud.
That reminded me I needed to call Doyeon later and see if she wanted to help me make three-hundred chocolate penises for one of her parties this weekend.
I dipped my head a little lower and took more of Lisa into my mouth, letting my tongue continue to swirl around the head. I tasted a bit wetness that leaked out of her and it was magically delicious, like Lucky Charms. But saltier. And without the leprechaun.
Green clovers, yellow horseshoes, pink penises!
I giggled a little when I thought that. I was giggling with Lisa's penis in my mouth. Thank God she was still sleeping. I don't think laughing at a someone's penis would make her feel good.
I sucked harder on her and took her as far into my mouth as I could without gagging. Throwing up on her penis wouldn't be a good introduction into the world of blow jobs.
She was big and full in my mouth and I seriously couldn't believe this was happening right now and no one was witnessing it. I, Jennie Kim, had a penis in my mouth. There should be applause or pats on the back. Maybe I should have waited until Lisa was awake for this. I bet she'd give me one of those slow golf claps like in the movies. Or at least say "way to go".
I slowly moved up and down her length, letting my wet lips glide over her smooth skin.
Lisa's hips jerked forward a little and she moaned again, making me completely giddy with power. Until I made one more pass up her length with my Hoover Mouth (Yes, I was changing its name to that of a vacuum cleaner. Don't judge me.) and I glanced up to see her eyes jerk open and her body completely freeze.
My lips were fastened around the head of her penis when she let out a yell.
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY WIENER! IT HAPPENS TO EVERY GUY!"
Her legs jerked out from under me, sending me sprawling backwards to the foot of the bed while I watched her scramble up to the headboard, covering the part of her penis sticking out of her underwear with both of her hands.
"Where's Gabi?" she asked, her eyes frantically searching around the room. "He doesn't have a vagina."
I lay there on my back at the end of the bed, propped up on my elbows, wondering what the fuck just happened.
"Um, I'm assuming he's still sleeping. And I'm guessing you are too," I replied.
"Where's the farmer with the muffins?"
I extended one of my legs and shoved her thigh with my foot.
"LISA!" I yelled. "Wake up!"
She finally looked at me then, her face scrunched up in confusion. She blinked rapidly and shook her head quickly like she was trying to jar things into place.
"I had another dream that you were giving me a blow job, just like the other morning when Gabi was in the living room watching me sleep. Damn, this one seemed so fucking real," she muttered.
I had no idea what she was talking about right now.
Her eyes still glanced worriedly around the room like she expected Gabi to jump out from under the bed or something and shout, "Surprise! I saw Mommy blowing you!"
She looked back at me again. "Why are you laying at the bottom of the bed?"
I sighed and then pushed myself up so I could move back to the top of the bed next to her. When I got up there, I leaned my back against the headboard and glanced down at her lap - where her hands were still crisscrossed over her penis that stuck out of the top of her underwear. she followed my line of sight, moved her hands quickly and yanked her underwear up to cover herself.
What a shame.
"Well, Lisa, this time you weren't dreaming. My mouth was on your penis when you decided to start flailing about, yelling about your wiener and our son with a vagina."
The look on her face would have been hilarious if my mouth wasn't depressed from the loss of her penis in there. Her penis should be allowed to have the Twizzler slogan, "Makes mouth happy."
"Oh my God. Tell me I didn't interrupt a blow job wake-up call. Say it isn't so and we can pretend I didn't just kick you off of my dick. I don't think my ego will recover from something like that."
I reached up and patted her cheek.
"Sorry, sweets, my mouth and lips were in fact all over your penis while you slept," I whispered.
She groaned.
"I have to say though, I'm a little surprised I never knew blow jobs included donkey kicks to the sternum."
She groaned again but this time in irritation.
"Shit! It's not my fault. Whenever I'm around you, even if I'm unconscious, my dick gets hard and I have dirty dreams about you. I thought I was having a repeat of the other morning and I freaked out."
She looked at me and pouted her lips.
"Pretty please, do it again?" she begged.
I laughed at how much she sounded like a child right now.
The door to the bedroom suddenly burst open and Gabi flew in the room, scrambled up onto the bed and in between the two of us.
"Morning, Mommy," Gabi said as he snuggled into my side.
Lisa sighed, knowing there was no use in begging any more. She smiled though and watched me wrap Gabi in my arms and slide down the headboard to get under the covers.
Once we were situated, Gabi looked over her shoulder at Lisa.
"Morning, crabby-dada," he said, before turning back to face me and play with my hair.
I laughed at that one. Lisa did look a little crabby.
She just shook her head and laughed right along with me.
Gabi's hand cupped my cheek and he looked seriously into my eyes.
"Hey, Mom," he said.
I squeezed him tighter and smiled.
"Yeah, baby."
"Lemme see your boobs," he said.
