Bundle of Joy

“She told me I had to eat sushi or I was a baby. I don’t like squishy foods.”

“Oh, my God!” Catharine exclaims. “Is that true that she really did that?”

I shrug, feeling dumb. It’s the first time I’ve heard about it and Charlie sometimes makes up stories. But I also wouldn’t put it past Natalie, who had an odd insistence on doing everything her way, even though her way was clearly wrong. No six-year-old should be forced to eat sushi, of all things.

“I hope not,” I mouth, cringing. “But maybe.”

“I’m glad we have Catharine now and not Natalie!” Charlie continues.

“I’m glad we have Catharine now, too, son,” I say, winking at her.

She blushes and I’m dying to take her again. But I know I haven’t seen Charlie all day and it’s almost his bedtime, so I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I’m sure Catharine has had a long day, too, and maybe she’s eager to get home.

“Daddy?” Charlie asks, as he finishes munching the last bite of his cookie.

“Yes, buddy?”

I’m expecting him to ask me if he can have another cookie. But instead he asks, “Will Miss Catharine be here with us on Christmas?”

“Oh, buddy,” I say, smiling in Catharine’s direction. Both of us have a look of “what the fuck do we say to that?” on our faces. “I’m not sure. We’ll see. But maybe.”

I wink at her, thinking that it would be a great Christmas if I could get her under the mistletoe with me.

“Okay, maybe,” Charlie agrees.

“Now it’s time to put on your pajamas,” I tell him. “And go to bed.”

“Will you read me a story?” he asks me.

“Yes.”

I’m about to suggest that Catharine read him the story, too, because I don’t want her to leave yet. But I realize that would really be rushing things and could be confusing to Charlie.

“Do you want me to stick around, or…?” Catharine asks, as she looks around for her things.

“Yes,” I tell her. “I do want you to do that.”

“Yes, sir,” she says quickly, and it sounds so much like it did when we were in bed together that I almost start getting hard again.

I tell myself to think of gross things and I manage to stave off a raging boner while I take Charlie up to bed.

“Good night, Catharine!” he waves at her. “Thanks again!”

Once I read him the Very Hungry Caterpillar’s Christmas Snack for the third time, he finally falls asleep. I’m afraid that Catharine might have gone home, since it took me a while to get him down and I couldn’t blame her if she has somewhere to be – even if that place is just her own, and away from the rambunctious six-year-old she’s been with all day.

I slip out of Charlie’s room and go downstairs but I don’t see her.

I guess that’s it then, for today, I think, but then I notice that her purse and coat are still hanging on the rack in the foyer.

Could she already be…? I wonder, creeping back up the stairs quietly.

Sure enough, once I open the door to my room, I find her there, under the covers, wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

“Well, hello,” I tell her, sitting down next to her on the bed. “This is a nice surprise.”

“You mentioned something about working backwards with the normal progression of sex,” she hinted, raising her eyebrows at me.

“Oh yes,” I agree. “I do remember that.”

She crawls up to me on her hands and knees, her big, curvy ass on full display behind her, her large breasts swinging temptingly in front of her. My cock rises to the occasion right away as my mind thinks about what a lucky man I am.

“I thought I’d start putting that into motion,” she says, as she takes my pants off. “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard day of work, and I want to take care of you.”

She pulls out my stiff cock and then puts the head of it in her mouth. I can tell she’s inexperienced at this but she sucks eagerly and sloppily, which is way hotter than if she was a pro.

“Fuck yeah,” I whisper, pulling her head closer to my cock, trying to fit more of myself inside her.

She opens up her mouth and lets me all the way in. In return, I reach over and play with her naked pussy, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet, slippery slit.

“Mmm,” she moans up against my cock, her mouth full of me.

I fuck her like that for a while and she deepthroats me like a champ. I can feel myself on the verge of cumming but I don’t want to let go yet. I want to make this last and I want to make her feel good too.

“I need to be inside you,” I say decisively – so decisively that I’m jumping out of bed and swooping her up in my arms.