by Jamie Knight
“By the way, I heard some news about Trent today,” I said.
“Oh?” she said, cocking her head to the side, reaching over to take a wiggling toddler from my arms, who was already reaching for her.
“Yeah,” I said, watching my son lay his head on his mother’s chest, sucking his thumb. “Apparently, he got hired on by a research firm. They have a horrid reputation. Tons of people have sued them for misrepresenting information.”
“You mean lying?” she asked.
We shared a laugh.
“Anyway, rumor has it that they work their new employees to death like slaves. So, he’s going to be buried in paperwork probably for the next five years. And who knows? That might just be enough to make him want to head back home to Europe.”
But, even if he didn’t, I knew that that was the last time I would ever see or hear anything about Trent.
Right before we got to the front door, Izzy ran into Layla.
“Oh my god! Izzy? Is that you??” she screeched.
Izzy hugged her friend, jumping and screaming excitedly. Noah looked on from her arms, afraid. He started to cry. Layla and Izzy both cooed and comforted Noah, Layla hugging and doting on him like he was her own son. As the two chatted, catching up on the past year, I noticed Belva standing near the door, speaking with an administrator. Our eyes met a few times and she nodded and smiled in my direction. She looked at Izzy, eyeing Noah curiously. After a few minutes, she dismissed herself and walked toward us.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite college family,” she said, smiling and waving at Noah. “And how old is this little guy?”
“His first birthday is coming up soon,” I said. “I’ll be sure to send you an invite so that you can come celebrate with us.”
Belva looked shocked, scratching her head.
“A year?” she said, looking in the distance like she was trying to remember something. “It can’t have been a year already. Was he born prematurely? Because it seems to me like we were just celebrating your wedding.”
Belva elbowed me in the side and winked before I could say something. I blew out a relieved sigh, grateful that she was able to poke fun at me and the interesting set of events that led up to this moment. I chuckled shakily, glad that Belva had such a great sense of humor.
“Seriously, though, it’s really good to see you guys,” she said, putting a hand on Izzy’s shoulder.
“Thank you, Belva,” said Izzy. “For everything.”
I had filled Izzy in on how amazingly Belva had handled things, even recommending me for tenure when things may have appeared sketchy, at best.
“Of course,” she said, nodding at a young man with black hair holding a stack of stray papers in his arms. “I’ve got to catch him before he leaves, but we will definitely have to get together soon.”
We said our goodbyes and she rushed off.
I turned toward Izzy and my son, extending an arm toward her.
“Shall we head on home and have some lunch?” I asked.
“Okay,” sighed Izzy. I could tell that she was tired and ready for some down time. I had to admit that I was looking forward to it to.
Especially since I had a surprise for her.
We got home and made a lunch of homemade chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I ate two giant bowls of soup and four grilled cheese sandwiches. Noah had eaten quite a bit himself and was falling asleep in his chair.
“Oh no you don’t, little guy,” said Izzy, wagging a finger in his direction, lifting him out of the chair into her arms. “Let’s get you down for your nap so you don’t fall asleep in your chair.” She kissed him on the head as he snuggled down into her chest, already fast asleep before she disappeared around the corner. After a few minutes, I padded over to the living room, sinking down into the fluffy, gray couch cushions. Izzy came to join me after a few minutes, settling in next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling a shawl over us. She felt so warm and smelled like flowers.
I couldn’t think of anything much more perfect than this.
Except for my news.
“Honey, I need to tell you something,” I said. She stirred and sat up, the sleepiness fading away fast as she became more alert.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice sounding worried. I patted her arm, pulling her back to me.
“It’s nothing to be worried about,” I assured her. “It’s actually really good news. You remember that house that you mentioned that you liked that was near your parents when you were pregnant with Noah?”
She whirled around to face me, her face stone serious.
“Yeah?” she asked, waiting.
I pulled out a copy of the check that showed where I put a deposit on the mortgage.
She clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped, surprised. She sat, staring at me, in complete shock. I grinned, expecting that she would be surprised.
I didn’t expect her to burst into hysterical laughter. She laughed so hard, clutching her belly, tears pouring from the corner of her eyes. Then, her laughter turned into sobs. Her sobs were so deep and long that I began to worry. Was she sad? I had to know.
I leaned down next to her where she sat crouching on the floor and put my hands around hers. Her tears stopped, and she stared at the floor silently. My heart started to be faster.
I felt the last year flash before my eyes.
Watching Izzy’s belly grow, spending so much more time with her, learning her quirks, and falling deeper in love with her. And then, just when I thought that that was amazing, Noah showed up and made me a father. I grew to love both of them on a deeper level. It made me excited for the new adventure that the day would have.
We had been talking about how things were great now, but as Noah got older, we would need more room. And maybe, after Izzy finished school, we could talk about adding a few more little Rivers babies to the bunch. Izzy had talked more about it over the last few months, so I thought that it would be perfect to seal the deal on the new house so that we could celebrate Noah’s first birthday there.
“Do you want to go and see the house?” I asked her softly.
“You already have the keys?” she asked, her voice a harsh whisper. I nodded, pulling a single key out of my pocket. She snatched it from my hand, staring at it clutched in her hand like it was magic, like if she loosened her white-knuckled grip on it, it would disappear.
“Well?” I asked, holding out my hand toward her. She snatched her hand away from me like I had singed her with fire.
“No,” she said, sharply. “I’m going to see if Candy can come up and keep an eye on Noah for a bit. Then you and I are going for a drive.”
She clapped her hands together eagerly, rushing toward the door, grabbing a sweater, and disappearing out of it. She reappeared quickly after a few minutes with Candy, our 16-year-old neighbor sleepily trudging behind her.
“We should be back in two hours, maybe three hours, tops,” said Izzy, pulling out some snacks to give Noah if he woke up and putting his milk on the counter. She scribbled on a piece of paper and shoved it toward Candy, turning her attention to me.
We barely said goodbye to Candy before rushing out the road and into the car.
Driving down the road, I got overwhelmed by good feelings of a secure and happy life. I looked over at Izzy and saw a peaceful calm settle over her, her long, dark hair billowing all around her head like lightening.
“A penny for your thoughts?” she said, breaking into my trance. I blinked and swerved the car, remembering that I should have been watching road instead of looking at her. Luckily, there weren’t very many cars on the road. But I tightened my grip, deciding that I should pay more attention, anyway.
“I’m just hoping that I can give you the life of your dreams,” I admitted, throwing a quick look at her before returning my eyes to the road.
“It’s funny that you should say that,” she said, her voice taking on a lower, silkier tone. “I was
just thinking the same thing. One of my favorite things about you and how things went is that, even though having a baby wasn’t in our plans that early, between the two of us, we are great at planning and getting things done. It’s just…”
She turned away from me, staring out the window. The way that her voice trailed off made me start to worry. I looked over at her, trying to catch her gaze, but she refused to look back.
“What is it, love?” I asked, gently, my mind already gearing up to figure out what could be bothering her and putting together a plan to fix it.
“Well…I guess I worry that you will get bored with me, that’s I’m too conservative for you,” she said, slumping forward in her seat, her head hung low. She had the saddest look on her face, her bottom lip poked out far in front of her. She looked almost comical. I had to stifle laughter so that I wouldn’t make light of how she felt, but I also wanted to set her mind at ease. I reached over and massaged her shoulder, splitting my gaze between my nervous wife and the road.
“You don’t have to worry about that with me,” I said. “I was more than happy being single. Honestly. But there is just something about you that excites me. Every day, I learn something new about you and it makes me love you more. Watching you take care of our son…” I paused, getting choked with emotion as I thought about how wonderful she had been to me.
I looked over and was surprised to see that she had a sneaky smile on her face. I was confused by the extreme change in her mood.
“Huh?” I asked, voicing my confusion. “I thought…I mean…”
She scooted closer to my seat, running her hand up and down my thigh. I hadn’t expected it and sat up even straighter in the car, my hands glued to the steering wheel.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I stammered. I had to will myself to stay focused as her hand made its way to my zipper and into my jeans, fishing out my stiffening penis. My gasped, sure that I would crash.
“Are you okay, professor?” asked Izzy, her voice dripping with playfulness. Her almond shaped eyes looked up at me, toying with me. I swallowed hard, not sure what was going on. This was a side of her that I had never seen.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just hard to drive with your hand right there.”
She giggled playful, leaning her body closer to mine, stroking my dick with her soft, warm hand beneath the steering wheel of the car.
“I seem to remember some time ago being given a similar test, where I was put under extreme pressure and expected to pass with flying colors. I challenge you now, Professor Rivers, to lead by example. I want you to drive down the road with your dick in my mouth and not crash.”
I look at her, certain that she was joking. Every alarm bell was sounding in my head telling me that her idea was not a good one.
My protests melted away as soon as she put her hot mouth on my dick. Every nerve in my body stood on end as she slurped and sucked on my dick, pulling it in and out of her mouth with her hand. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, my moans penetrating the air at intervals. It didn’t take long before I was unloading a fresh batch of hot cum. I pushed her away from me, spraying a steady stream of white onto the steering wheel in front of me.
Izzy laughed, wiping her mouth.
“Good job, Picasso,” she said, still giggling.
I struggled to calm myself so that I could find the words for her.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED?” I finally asked once my dick had returned to its softened state and my heart had finally stopped beating out of my chest.
“That’s just something spontaneous that I wanted to try,” she said. “Maybe once we get to the house, we can do a little more.”
She winked at me, her hand moving toward her own crotch.
I shook my head, not believing that she could ever think that I would get bored with her. One of the things that I had learned about her is that she is both smart and entertaining. She didn’t have to worry about trying so hard with me, but I was going to do my best to show her that it was worth the effort.
Besides, not a lot of guys could boast of getting head while driving on the highway.
I knew that I was living the dream and literally and figuratively, the road to our bright future lay all ahead of us.
We drove in silence, hand in hand, riding out into the sunset.
THE END
Single Mom’s Secret Baby
A Mother’s Day Billionaire Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Molly
Mmmmm.
I groaned as the most handsome man I had ever seen reached his hand down to play with my pussy. He was already kissing me, and it was heavenly.
I felt a mixture of pleasure and comfort that I wasn’t used to feeling. I wasn’t sure where this stranger had come from, but I wanted to stay here in his arms. I also wanted to feel his rippled abs and his big, strong cock…
Blip, blop, blip, blop, blip, blop.
His face started to fade away as I woke up to the sound of rain pounding down outside, rather than to my alarm clock, like I was used to.
Of course this had to be a dream.
There was no way I would find a man like that in real life. If I could even find the time to try to find him.
Sighing in annoyance, I rolled over and picked up my phone to see what time it was.
Seven a.m.
Great.
I hated when I woke up earlier than my daughter, Kelly. Sleep was precious and I didn’t get enough of it. But once I was up, I always stayed up, since trying to get some extra shut-eye always proved fruitless.
I suddenly remembered that today was Mother’s Day. I had to work my waitressing shift later on, so I had planned to take Kelly, and my best friend Kate, out for brunch.
I supposed that since I didn’t yet have to get up and get myself and Kelly ready, I might as well continue the fantasy from my dream. My panties were drenched and I was horny as hell. It wasn’t easy dating as a single mother, so I basically never even tried.
In the past, all my attempts had proven to be a big time suck. As soon as they found out I had a kid, they were outta there, and I couldn’t say I blamed them. I loved my daughter, but I wasn’t sure I could handle spending day after day listening to her retellings of Disney movies and her asking a million questions if she weren’t my own flesh and blood.
So, my options were pretty much limited to BOB: my battery-operated boyfriend. Now, I immersed myself in the image of that hot guy who was just my type - whose type wouldn’t he be? - tall, dark, handsome, and dressed in a business suit, because he was a serious provider who knew how to take care of business and take care of his leading lady - me.
I thought about that hard cock of this Imaginary Perfect Man that I’d seen in my dream, and how much I wanted it to be inside me. I imagined him reaching down to feel how wet he was making me. He’d rub my clit while I stroked his big dick. And then he’d bend me over and give me what I needed: to be filled by him.
I couldn’t handle it for one second longer: I needed to cum. So, I reached over to my bedside table where I kept BOB. I opened the drawer and felt around for the vibrator I hadn’t had time to use in ages.
But then I heard the sound of a young child saying “Mommy?” at my door, and knew that it was all over for me. My Imaginary Perfect Man fantasy. My chance to use BOB. And my hope of getting to have an orgasm.
“Kelly?” I called out. “It’s early still. You want to sleep a bit more?”
Please, I asked, knowing it was futile.
“Can I come snuggle you?”
“Sure, sweetie pie.”
She came into my room and wrapped her little arms around me in bed. I was suddenly glad I hadn’t found BOB as easily as I’d hoped. I hugged her and smelled her hair, fresh from the bath she’d taken last night.
At eight years old, she was on the cusp of that st
age where they still want morning snuggles. I knew that very soon she’d become a dreaded tween and would be saying, “Ewww, Mom, you’re annoying, go away,” every time I tried to hug her.
So, I welcomed any chance to do it now, even if it did interrupt other things I had had in mind to do.
“Mommy?” Kelly said in a sleepy voice, as she buried her head in my chest.
“Yeah?”
“Happy Mother’s Day.”
“Awww, thank you, honey. How did you know it was today?”
“Auntie Kate told me,” she said, using the nickname she’d called my best friend since she was very young.
Kate wasn’t really her aunt by blood, but, as my best friend who’d practically helped me raise her ever since I’d had her young and was quickly dumped by her dad, she might as well be.
“That was very nice of Auntie Kate. And very nice of you to come tell me Happy Mother’s Day,” I told her.
She smiled up at me, then yawned, her eyelids getting droopy. Maybe I could read a few pages of the book I was in the middle of, while she slept a bit more. That would be a nice Mother’s Day treat, since I rarely had time to read these days, either.
“We’re going to go to brunch when you wake up,” I informed her. “It’s at a real restaurant - not a crappy chain one like Mommy works at - and there’s a special buffet full of any kind of breakfast food you could possibly imagine.”
“Will they have Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes?” she asked, her sleepiness having turned into excitement.
“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “I was thinking more along the lines of fancy stuff. Like eggs benedict. Or poached eggs. Or salmon with eggs.”
I didn’t know why I had eggs on the brain. I guessed that was what I wanted to eat at the brunch, although normally I was more of a waffle fan.
“What about cereal?” she asked. “Will they let me have any of that?”