Chapter 8 #2
Before I can say anything, Chase comes bouncing back into the room with the cake in hand and three spoons.
He shoves the wooden board with leftover meat to the side along with the rest of the dishes before plopping the cake in the middle of the table.
I expect him to go get some plates, but no, he just sits next to me, then scoops a big bite.
Paul grabs one spoon from Chase’s hand, then does the same.
Shaking my head, I grab the last clean spoon from Chase’s hand, then take a bite.
After finishing the cake between the three of us, leaving all of us feeling painfully full, we say our goodbyes with plans for dinner next Saturday.
I leave behind my spare key for the movers coming on Monday, then drive us home while Chase rubs my belly and his.
Once we’re inside the house, I barely make two steps into the entrance way before Chase’s hands are tugging off my clothes.
I let him, then go upstairs into my bedroom while he undresses before he quickly follows me.
Lying down on the bed, I put a hand on my stomach, then rub it, feeling sick and overstuffed. He lies down beside me, rubbing his own bloated stomach before turning his face to look at me. “Daddy, my tummy hurts.”
Snorting, “mine too, darling. Next time bring out plates, and we’ll just have a slice, so we don’t feel sick.”
“But it’s so good,” he complains, then comments, “I don’t think I can have sex tonight.”
“We’re definitely not having sex tonight,” I laugh before pushing myself up to sit with a groan.
“Where are you going?” He asks, “I promise I’m not going to throw up.”
Shaking my head, “I wasn’t thinking that, just going to the bathroom. Why don’t we have a bath?”
He jumps up, then rushes to the bathroom before I hear the water turn on.
Getting up, I follow him, then grab some bubble bath before dumping some in the water.
He steps into the half filled tub, then sits with his legs spread, pushing them into the side of the tub.
After he pats the space in front of him with an eager smile.
Shaking my head, I climb in, sitting between his legs, then turn off the water, since with us both inside, the water’s about to overflow.
He wraps his arms around my waist, then rubs my stomach with his chin hooked on my shoulder.
“Did you like my dad?” He asks.
“Yes, he seems nice,” I answer. “It’ll be good to have him over here next Saturday.”
“Can I meet your parents?” He asks.
“Of course,” I answer.
“When?” He asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer. “We’re not overly close, so I haven’t seen them in a couple of years, maybe three, but we can plan a visit. They live about five hours away from us.”
“I can’t imagine not seeing my dad for three years,” he says, “but I only see my mom every few months.”
“Why?” I ask.
I feel him shrug before he answers, “it’s hard for her to make time to see me because she’s Rocky View’s administrator, I think it’s called, basically, she runs the hospital.”
“Wow, that’s impressive,” I say, relaxing back against him.
“You’ll like her though,” he kisses my cheek, “and she’ll love you so much.”
“I worry that you think everyone loves me and everyone finds me handsome,” I tease.
“Because you’re easy to love and you’re very handsome, so it’s obvious that everyone would find you hot and sexy.” He squeezes me tighter to him. “I’m so happy you’re my daddy. I love you so much.”
“I’m happy too, darling,” I say.
“And you think I’m sexy?” He asks, “and hot, hard to resist, perfect.”
I barely hold back a snort, but even though the boy is clearly fishing, he does deserve to be told he’s handsome. “Yes, Chase, you’re very sexy, very hot, and very hard to resist. I would say a perfect boy for me.”
“Actually, daddy, I think I can have sex tonight,” he says right into my ear. I assume he’s going for a sultry whisper, but he forgot both the sultry and whisper parts. “We should have sex right now.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, “and I’m done with the bath. I thought the warmth would make me feel better, but it hasn’t.”
“Can I give you a blowjob then?” He asks, watching me get out of the tub.
“That’s sex, darling,” I answer. “We’re not having any form of sex while I’m feeling this gross.”
He looks at me with disappointment, “daddy my cock’s hard for you.”
“I thought I told you to stop watching those daddy, boy videos,” I shake my head at him as I grab a towel to dry myself off. “They’re giving you bad advice.”
“I haven’t watched any new ones,” he replies, pulls the plug, then climbs out of the tub. “That’s something the boy said to his daddy in one of the first videos I watched. You didn’t like it?”
“I just want you to say what you want to say, not something you think I want to hear to get what you want from me,” I answer. “We’re not having sex tonight, but if you need to, you can take care of your hard cock, then meet me downstairs to watch some TV.”
He frowns, looking confused as he dries off. “You wouldn’t mind if I jerked off?”
“Of course not, just because I don’t feel like having sex doesn’t mean you have to deny yourself,” I answer, walking out of the bathroom with him right behind me. I turn around, cup his face, then give him a kiss on the lips. “Come downstairs when you’re done.”
“Can I lie in bed and look at your picture when I do it?” He asks.
“You can jerk off wherever you like inside the house,” I answer, then frown, “picture?”
He smiles, but it’s guilty. “I might have a few pictures of you.”
I don’t feel like touching that right now, so I leave it. “We’ll talk about how you acquired those pictures later. Enjoy yourself, then meet me downstairs clean.” He nods, and I give him one more kiss before going downstairs.