by Melinda Minx
“No,” he says. “The men’s one is just like 50 arrows, all pointing straight to the dick.”
I laugh. “Okay then, I’ll focus where it counts.”
I cup his balls in my hand, moving my fingers gently along. Then I slide back, and I pull his cock up so that it’s pointed skyward.
I push my knees against the carpet until I’m almost a foot off the ground, hovering above his erect dick.
I grasp hold of his shaft, and I lower myself down onto it. I feel his head press against my wet hole, and then it slides inside.
We both moan at the same time, and I hold that position. He flashes me an evil grin, and I feel his head swell inside me.
“You can do that?” I ask, amazed.
“Yeah,” he says. “Like flexing a muscle.”
His head swells and shrinks inside me, and I lower myself further and further down, until it starts to hurt. But the pain melts away as my juices soak his cock. The feeling of him inside me is pure warmth and heat. We lock eyes, and I feel as if I’m joined together with him. We have Noah between us, but now we’re physically joined once again. This closeness is everything I’ve needed since Noah was born and since I’ve been a single mom, and it’s not something anyone but Jack could have given me. Noah’s father.
I start to bob up and down on top of him, pressing my palms into his abs and chest as I ride him. His dick sinks deep into me, until each time I slam my ass down on him, my skin slaps against his hips and thighs.
I ride him up and down, fucking his cock with my tight pussy, squeezing him for all I’m worth.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says. “I can see just how wet you are…”
I ride him slower, reaching down to his balls. I run my hand up his shaft, and I feel the thick juices coating his dick. “Only you can get me this wet, Jack.”
I grab my tits, and I start to bounce up and down on him as hard as I can. If there are 50 arrows pointing to Jack’s cock, then I’ll ride it for all I’m worth. He releases my breasts as I fuck the life out of him, and my breasts bounce and slap against me, seeming to defy gravity.
His cock drills in and out of me, and he starts to move against me even from the floor. I scream out, and he clasps his hand against my mouth, muffling my scream.
But I don’t slow down, and soon my pussy clenches hard against him, and a huge torrent of cum from deep within me soaks his dick. I see his eyes roll back in his head, and the veins on his neck bulge out.
Then, I feel his cock swell as I ride, and I feel thick loads of cum exploding up into me. Each blast hits me with force, and I feel his cock shudder with each release.
I laugh as tears stream down my face, and Jack fills me up more and more, until his seed starts to leak out of me.
When I’m completely exhausted, I lower myself down all the way. I sit on top of him, with his thick cock buried deep inside me.
When I finally summon the energy to lift myself up off him, his thick cum flows out of me. I collapse onto the carpet beside him. I grab hold of him and rest my head on his chest.
When I wake up again, I’m on the bed with him. He must have lifted me up and moved me at some point. I look over to him with a wide smile, but the lights are off, and I can only just barely see that he’s fast asleep.
This time we’ll both wake up in the morning in each other’s arms. Neither of us is running out on the other one ever again.
15
Jack
I wake up before Elisabeth. Her arms are wrapped around me, and her big breasts are pressed against my chest. I consider waking up to cook breakfast for everyone, but it feels too good to let go of her.
“Mom! Mom!”
Elisabeth’s eyes snap open, and she nearly jumps out of bed.
She looks down at me and says, “Mom instincts.”
“I’ll help you,” I say.
We both get dressed and go help Noah get ready.
We help him brush his teeth and wash his face. We get him dressed, and I offer to cook breakfast.
While I’m cooking, the front door opens, and Jane strolls in.
“Late night?” I ask.
She grins wide at me. “Amazing night. What about you two?”
I give her a look that says I’m not telling her shit. If Elisabeth wants to kiss and tell, she’s free to do so. But I’m keeping my mouth shut.
“You want sausages?” I ask.
She licks her lip. “I already got a big one last night.”
“Sausages are breakfast food,” Noah says. “And orange juice.”
Jane laughs.
“That’s T.M.I., Jane,” Elisabeth says.
She looks at me, and then at Elisabeth. “I guess neither of you are going to talk, but since Jack is still here, it means--”
“Dad had a sleepover,” Noah says.
“Maybe he’ll sleep over a lot more,” Jane says, bending down and ruffling Noah’s hair. “What do you think, Jack?”
“Uh,” I say, flipping over the sausages. “Whatever Elisabeth wants.”
No way am I risking Elisabeth getting mad at me for getting presumptuous. My balls are so pleasantly drained--everything feels fucking perfect. There’s no way I’m risking ruining any of it by running my mouth right now. Let the two sisters jab at each other. I’ll stay neutral.
Once breakfast is cooked and ready, we all sit down together to eat.
“This is really good cooking, Jack,” Jane says, smiling. “You didn’t tell me he could cook, Liz.”
Elisabeth blushes and looks down. “I didn’t know he could either.”
I take her hand across the table. “We’ve both got a lot of catching up to do, but it will be fun.”
Elisabeth smiles.
“Can we sled today, Mom?” Noah asks.
“I don’t know,” she says. “Ask your Dad.”
“Me?” I ask, pointing to my chest like an idiot. “It’s up to me, huh? Sure, we can go sledding, buddy. We can go...right now!”
I jump up from the table. “Let’s get your sled!”
“We’ve got Noah’s plastic sled,” Elisabeth says. “And a grown-up sled that I never use.”
“A grown-up sled, huh?” I ask. “That sounds like it’s got my name written all over it.”
“There’s no writing on it,” Noah says. “We can write your name on it, though, if you want.”
We walk from the apartment building to a nearby park with a decent sized hill. It’s covered in fresh, powdery snow that fell overnight.
“Looks like a perfect hill to tear into, huh?” I say, setting both sleds onto the ground.
“This hill is a bit steeper than what Noah is used to,” Elisabeth says.
“Well, he’s getting older, bigger, stronger,” I say, “Right Noah? You can handle this hill.”
“I’m not scared,” Noah says, sounding very scared.
“Of course you’re not,” I say. “You’re going down with me the first time.”
Noah looks up at me, then at Elisabeth, and then at Jane.
“Go on,” Elisabeth says.
I help Noah onto the wooden grown-up sled, and then I get on behind him. My legs go past his, and my feet settle into the feet steer.
“You ready?” I ask.
“Need a push?” Elisabeth asks.
I look back at her and nod. I could go for a running start, but with Noah in front of me, it doesn’t feel like a good idea.
Elisabeth puts her hand on my shoulders, and she starts to push. “You’re so heavy.”
“That’s Noah, not me,” I say.
She pushes until we finally hit the downslope, and the sled starts to pick up speed. Noah cheers, and I keep a hand tight on his waist just in case I’m not as good of a sledder as I think I am. The hill isn’t really that big, though, so I manage to keep the sled going straight, and just as we start to really get going fast, the hill evens out, and we coast slowly to a smooth stop.
Noah jumps up off the sled, falls into the snow and jumps back to
his feet again. “Let’s go again!”
I take him down the hill five or six more times while Elisabeth and Jane watch. When he finally seems ready to take a rest, Elisabeth walks up to me with a big smile. “My turn.”
I laugh. “Both of us on that sled?”
“Are you saying I’m big?” she asks.
A trap. I have to let her on the sled now.
“Alright,” I say. “You get on first. Since you don’t weigh a thing, Jane will be able to push us.”
Jane laughs. “You’re smooth as ice, Jack. You know all the right things to say, huh?”
“Mom and Dad are gonna sled together?” Noah says. “I’ll help push, Aunt Jane.”
“Sure,” Jane says. I’ll push them, and you push me for some extra speed. We want them to go really fast, right?”
“Yeah!” Noah says.
I get on the sled behind Elisabeth, but when I go for the feet steers, Elisabeth kicks my shin. “No, I’m steering!”
“What am I supposed to do with my legs?” I ask.
“Just hold them up!” she says.
I hold my legs awkwardly out to the sides, hovering above the snow, while Elisabeth hogs the steers.
“This is going to be a disaster,” Jane says, stifling laughter.
“Alright,” I say. “Give me a minute to figure out--”
Jane’s palms dig into my back, and we start moving fast.
Before I know it, we’re going down the hill with a serious running start. With the extra weight from Elisabeth added on--not that I’d acknowledge it aloud--we cruise down the hill with serious acceleration.
By the time we’re halfway down, the wind is whipping past my ears even with Elisabeth in front. Just as I think we’ve survived, Elisabeth slams the steers.
We cut a fast 90-degree turn, and since I’m in back and further out from the center of gravity, I feel myself start to tip over and off the sled. I dig one of my heels down into the snow for stability, but the sled--and Elisabeth--go on without me. I’m ripped off the sled, and I hit the snow ass first, then I slide another 10 feet or so before I grind to a halt.
When I finally look down the hill, I see Elisabeth flashing me a double thumbs up from the bottom of the hill.
I look back up at Noah and Jane, and Noah is jumping up and down in excitement.
Elisabeth starts running back up the hill toward me, and I lay on my ass, pretending I’m really down hard.
By the time I see her face as she approaches, she looks really worried.
I jump to my feet, just long enough to gain some air, and I slam into the snow like a torpedo. The jump gives me enough speed to slide down, right into Elisabeth’s legs.
I see her freeze in confusion as I hit her legs, and then I dig my heels in, stopping myself just below her.
I catch her in my arms as she topples and falls.
“We’re even now,” I say.
She laughs, hard, for a good 10 seconds, then looks at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m such a bitch, oh my God! I made you spill out for real, and even when you get revenge on me, you catch me?”
I press my lips against her, rolling on top of her. I kiss her until she shuts the hell up. I’m not mad at all; if anything, that was some of the most fun and intense sledding I’ve experienced. And now I’ve got her on the ground with me.
I slide my tongue deep into her mouth, and then I bite at her lips, I--
“Mom!” Noah’s voice yells.
I look up, and I see Noah’s plastic sled slowly sliding past ours. I get one good look at his eyes bulging wide as he slides past us.
“I’m gonna go help him back up the hill,” I say, smiling, “We can pick this up again later tonight.”
Her beautiful fucking eyes look glassy as she stares up at me, and she nods in agreement.
16
Elisabeth
“So, Jane,” I say. “Who is this guy? This big sausage?”
Jack just left, though he’s planning to come back later tonight. After we got Noah cleaned up, he fell right asleep. Exhausted from the hard-core sledding.
Jane laughs dryly.
“Ah,” I say. “You clam up now?”
“Just some guy I met,” she says.
“What’s his name?”
“Brody,” she says.
I laugh.
“Wha!” she snaps. “Come on! You’re going to judge a book by a cover?”
“No,” I say. “I’m going to judge a douchebag by his name.”
“Liz,” Jane says. “Come on, be happy for me. He’s a sweet guy, really.”
I smile. “Sorry, I was just giving you a hard time, I don’t know why. I am happy for you. Do you… think he’s going to call you back? Or was it--”
“I don’t know,” Jane says, shrugging. “I gave him my number. If he calls, he calls.”
She’s trying to act like she doesn’t care either way, but I can see that she does.
“I think he’ll call,” I say. “I believe in Brody.”
“It’s whatever,” Jane says, shrugging. “So Jack was pretty great with Noah today, huh?”
I beam at her. “Wasn’t he amazing?”
“I’d consigned myself to the single mom life--”
“Not totally single!” Jane says, pointing to herself.
“You know what I mean,” I say. “Though you made it way, way easier, that’s for sure. But like, I’d assumed that Noah would never have a father. The best I was hoping for was meeting some guy who wasn’t awful, and hoping that he’d want to take on the job. I never could have hoped in a million years that his real father would come back...and forgive me.”
“Did you…” Jane says, biting her lip. “Figure out what to do about Aldus?”
Jane doesn’t like mentioning Aldus. She tries to pretend that it was all some kind of bad dream. Even though having Jack back in my and Noah’s life is a blessing, it does bring Aldus back into the picture.
I grab Jane and hug her--squeeze her. “He said he’s going to handle it.”
“Did he tell you how?” Jane asks.
“What do you mean?”
“When I talked to him--to get him to forgive you--he seemed pretty dead-set that he was going to try to kill Aldus.”
I frown. “He mentioned it to me, but he has another plan.”
“I might know a guy that can get us all fake IDs, we can--”
“No,” I say. “He told me the whole story between Aldus and him. That company and all that money, it was supposed to be Jack’s, too. Aldus stole it.”
“How is that a solution?” Jane says.
“Jack’s been fighting him still. He hasn’t just given up on getting what’s his, and he’s been trying to get Aldus behind bars for killing his father--”
“Jesus,” Jane says, putting a hand over her mouth. “But wait, Liz, how does this help us? Seriously, I--”
“He’s going to drop it,” I say. “He wants to sign something--some contract--that says he’s not going to keep investigating his parents’ death, and that the company belongs to Aldus.”
“He’d give all that up?” Jane asks. “Even his parents….if Aldus really killed them--”
“I think he realizes, like you did, that you can’t escape Aldus. Aldus always wins, and he always gets what he wants. All Jack wants at this point is to be a father to Noah...and hopefully to be with me.”
Jane smiles. “He hasn’t solidified any plans with you?”
“I mean,” I say, “I guess we have to feel things out--”
Jane reaches up two hands and mimics squeezing my breasts. “Oh, he’ll feel things out all right.”
I slap her hands away. “Look, even without Noah in the picture, I think Jack realizes it’s time to give up the fight. If doing that can also secure a safe future for his son, he’ll do it in a heartbeat.”
“When is he going to do it?” Jane asks. “I mean...what if Aldus figures out that you and I are here, that Noah is--”
“He’s going to le
ave in a few days,” I say. “He’s going to spin it as saying he’s found his calling. He doesn’t have the energy left to fight, and he knows he’ll never win. Winning the $100,000 will hopefully convince Aldus that Jack is for real.”
Jane takes in a deep breath, holds it, and exhales. She starts to nod, then forces a smile for me. “We should all be safe then.”
17
Jack
I get a night bag packed, and I take the elevator from my hotel room down to the lobby. I call a cab from the lobby, which is directly attached to a hotel bar.
At one of the tables nearest the lobby entrance, I spot Jane with a man.
I smile, and debate whether I should go up and introduce myself or not. The guy looks pretty strong--handsome--I guess. He’s maybe a bit full of himself, though, just based on the way he’s moving his hands around while he talks.
I’m not exactly dying to go make small talk, but it will be weird if I don’t at least go say hi. I’m wearing a flannel shirt and jeans, and this guy is decked out in a blazer, slacks, and nice polished leather dress shoes. Jane is wearing a tight miniskirt, heels, and a low-cut blouse. Since I’m so underdressed compared to them, walking from the hotel lobby to the bar feels a bit like I’m invading enemy territory.
Jane spots me walking up, and she immediately slides her glass of beer over toward the guy. I remember then that Elisabeth mentioned Jane had gone through 12 steps and that she’d been sober for years. And she’s drinking again now.
Shit. I’m already regretting this, now I have a secret that will fuck me over whether I keep it or not.
“Hey!” Jane says. Her face is flushed. She seems completely different than before.
“Hey,” I say, waving.
The guy turns around. “Oh, you a friend of Jane’s? Let’s get you a chair--”
“No,” I say, waving my hand. “I’m waiting for a cab, it will be here in a few minutes.”
“Ah,” he says. “Too bad. I’m Brody.”
“Jack,” I say. He stands up to shake my hand. He’s got a strong grip. Not stronger than mine, of course.