"Where are you going?" I ask her retreating back.
"Over to Nan's. We had the S-E-X talk today, so Nan is going to go over it with me. Later, Dad."
I don't have a chance to say anything. I'm looking around, wondering when they started talking about sex. "Bella, you need to call that school and tell them we do not want her taking that class."
Bella laughs at me while she checks the food in the oven. "Oh, please, it's normal stuff. We all learned it," she says while she saunters over to sit on my lap.
"I did not learn that in school." I shake my head. "Fine, I'll just go there myself tomorrow and take care of that, and while I'm at it, I'm going to find out who this Jeremy kid is."
"Jeremy is da boy, Dad, da cute boy." Frankie looks up at me while picking up another color crayon. "Da really cute boy," he tells me. He repeats whatever his older sister says.
"You seriously have to talk to her, Bella. No boys. I'm serious."
"I have to talk to her? Why do I have to talk to her? You should talk to her." Bella is still a pain in my ass.
"I liked it better when you agreed with me," I tell her, nipping her earlobe.
She places her hand on mine on the table. Our matching rings shine under the light.
"In ten minutes, dinner will be ready, so go wash up, Frankie."
He puts all his things away, jumps down from the table, and runs to the bathroom to wash his hands.
"Is that a pencil in your pocket, Mr. Fletcher?" Bella asks me as she grinds her ass down on my cock. My hand moves up her thigh, sliding under her skirt, finding her bare.
My head snaps up.
"I missed you," she tells me while she leans down and kisses my neck, tracing it with her tongue.
"Frankie, go next door to Nan's house. Tell her Mom and Dad are talking serious," I yell at him while he is coming out of the bathroom.
"Okay, Dad." He doesn't question it, just runs right out, slamming the door behind him.
"Your mother is supposed to come over," she tells me as I'm unbuttoning my pants to pull my cock out.
"What time?" I ask her while pulling her skirt up and placing her right on top of my hard cock, reverse cowgirl style. She hovers over me before slowly sinking down.
"So fucking wet," I tell her, holding her hips to control her movements. If you walked in right now, you wouldn't be able to tell because her skirt has fallen down to cover her.
Her moans, though, are getting kind of loud. Turning her face to mine, I kiss her mouth. Our tongues roll with each other. Her pants are increasing, but at least she's not loud anymore.
I trail my hand under her skirt, heading straight for her clit, wetting my finger as I slowly make circles around it. Her hips start to rise and fall faster. I pinch her clit, knowing she's almost there because her pussy is practically strangling my cock, it's squeezing me so tightly.
Fuck, it never gets old with her. It just gets better and better.
"I'm going to come," she says two seconds before she slams down on me. Riding out the wave of her orgasm, her pussy contracts around me and I can't hold back.
I come hard, emptying myself inside of her.
We sit here for a minute more, catching our breaths.
"Why is my mother coming over?" I ask her.
My mother sold our childhood home and moved into my old house.
Between Brenda and Mom, the kids can come and go as they please.
"We need to tell her she's going to be a grandma again," she whispers to me.
I look over at my wife, who has given me everything. Placing my hand on her still flat stomach, I hold her and the child we created, thanking God for sending me my angel.
The End