“Oh for the love of fuck!” I glared at the housekeeper that I’d hired and headed out the door.
My son was screaming his head off and his source of nourishment was somewhere on the property trying to break her damn neck.
I’d hired the housekeeper more to keep her company than anything else, since she’d turned my place into a damn farm and I was busy from sun up till sunset.
Our son was four and a half months old and just as ornery as his mother. Between the two of them I get no peace. And I have yet to figure out which one of them is the baby.
She whines and mopes and carries on when she doesn’t get her way, and her tantrums would make Damien blush.
He howls at the top of his lungs for the tit and that shit’s like every two hours on the dot. Greedy fuck.
The idiot doctor said that she was mildly depressed after the birth so she needed lots of fresh air and things to do outside that didn’t involve the baby.
Stupid me I let the two of them talk me into letting her ride again. Now she has the ATV and a horse that both give me nightmares at night.
After she’d told me her story and I understood that her father knew her reason for coming to me, I thought it only right to sit down with him face to face.
Cruella didn’t think it was necessary to make the trip, but I make it a point not to take advice from my wife because she’s one of those set in her ways types and crazy doesn’t take much time off in her damn head.
So we made the trip after I’d taken her to the doctor to verify her pregnancy and made sure that I knew what needed to be done to keep her and the child in good health.
He pretty much repeated the same things to me, only his story was laced with the frustrations of a father who couldn’t talk his stubborn daughter out of wanting a man almost twice her age. A man whose reputation he knew only too well.
Once we got their blessing, we had a small wedding before we got settled in on what had now become the farm.
In her fourth month of pregnancy she’d gotten this hair up her ass about wanting to raise animals. Almost a year later she isn’t raising shit, but me, and the men I’d hired were doing it for her.
Her pregnancy had been a nightmare, no wonder she needed time away from the little terror every once in a while.
She was sick almost every day except for the last month, and I’d had the unwanted task of having to keep her in bed all that time.
Her stomach might’ve been upset but nothing was wrong with her pussy. I think she was trying to suck my essence out my dick.
In the morning once she’d been through being sick and I’d cleaned her up and put her back to bed, she’d pounce on me for dick.
I gave her a walkie-talkie to keep in touch while I was working outside since the cell service wasn’t that good here, and she used that shit to make dick calls.
Every afternoon like clockwork that shit would go off until I started to feel like a damn hired dick. The rest of me didn’t even need to be there for her greedy ass.
Labor was a whole other ballgame. Please send my ass to war next time. The nut says she’s having one every two years until we have four, but I don’t know who the fuck she thinks is gonna give them to her.
No thanks! If her being sick and keeping me up all night watching her sleep wasn’t bad enough, the way she screamed when my son was coming into this world was enough to turn me off pussy. Almost but not quite.
After the baby was born she was nuttier than usual so I dragged her ass off to the head doc at her mother’s suggestion. They medicated her ass, but I could’ve told them the horse tranquilizers I had on the farm would’ve done a better job.
Now she’s getting back to normal but every morning she takes a ride, either on the horse she’d conned me into buying, or the ATV.
I’d just come in for lunch and she wasn’t there. I stepped into the nursery just to get a peek at my son because if I go for too long without seeing him I feel like I’m being neglectful.
I hadn’t made a sound, but still the little shit knew I was there and woke up screaming bloody murder. He’s always ratting me out.
Dawn, the new housekeeper gave me a tongue lashing because of course it was my fault, and sent me after his mother.
I found her just in time and cut her off before she could fly down the hill. I know she does that shit when I’m not around, but I can’t watch it and she knows better.
She smiled at me innocently and I couldn’t even bother, it was too damn hot. “Your son needs you. He’s been crying for an hour.”
She followed me back to the house and ran inside to wash her hands and feed the baby. I stood in the doorway and watched the two of them, thinking that after all that I’d seen over the years, life was still able to surprise me.
What I felt for her now isn’t something I would ever have imagined myself feeling. It grows stronger every day like a live thing inside me and I don’t think it’s going to change anytime soon.
I walked into the room once she was done burping the baby from my casual lounge against the doorframe and took him from her.
I kissed his little head as I walked into the room next door and laid him in his crib. I ran the back of my finger along his chubby cheek and felt my heart fill to the brim. They were both in there, him and his mother. Both the apples of my eye.
“Sleep well son. I have to go take care of your mother.” I left him and went back to her. She was still sitting in the rocking chair, eyes closed with a secret little smile on her face. Probably imagining all the shit she could get up to now that her body had healed.
I lifted her from the chair and her eyes flew open as her arms went around my neck. Laying her back on the bed I came down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with my much heavier body.
I raised her shirt over her breasts and lowered my head to her nipple. Her flavor burst onto my tongue with the first suck and she had already discarded her shorts by the time my hand went between her thighs.
I lowered my jeans, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slipped my fat cock into her pussy. I held her tight around her middle, keeping her in place for my mouth and cock and started stroking up into her.
“Let’s make a baby.”
The End
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