CHAPTER SIX
Romona
I take the last of the cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
I made enough to send home with all of Jason’s kids, to take over to Mick’s, and to give a tray to Ray.
I did remember to make one for us as well.
I know we are having dinner together tomorrow night, but if there is one morning a year that calls for the indulgence and deliciousness that is a homemade cinnamon roll, Christmas morning is it.
Cream cheese frosting is the only way to go, in my opinion.
If you’re gonna do it, do it all the way.
Christmas cinnamon rolls are not the place to half-ass something.
As the trays cool, I get my mixer out and begin making the frosting. I’ve got Christmas music playing, and the tree is lit up in all its glory. Jason’s gone to run a quick errand for me to pick up the last couple of things I forgot to get at the store.
In just a few minutes, the frosting is ready.
I make quick work of frosting the various trays I’ve got going.
I’m working on the last one when I hear the back door open, and my boy calls out like he has since he was little.
“Mom! You in here?” I shake my head at him.
“Where else would I be on Christmas Eve, son?” Mick walks over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“Fair point. What are ya making these for? We’re not gonna all be over here till dinner time.
” I go to the sink and wash my hands. I turn around and lean against the counter as I dry my hands.
“I know that. One of these is to send home with you. There’s one for each of Jason’s kids to take home.
Well, there are three for Thomas’s house since there’s a crowd there.
There’s one to take to Ray, and that leaves one for us to have here.
I just thought it would make the morning with stockings and gifts from Santa even more special.
” I’m engulfed in a bear hug. He then says what he always used to say as a kid after I told him he was my favorite kid.
“You’re my favorite mom. You’re awesome. ”
He lets me go. “I came over to check on ya and see if it’s just gonna be you and Jason tonight, and if you wanted to come to Ma and Pa’s with us.
” I pull out two coffee cups and fill them, handing one to him before I doctor mine up.
“Nope, tonight is their family tradition. I guess since Lani passed away, they’ve spent Christmas Eve having pizza for dinner, making hot chocolate, and watching a specific Christmas movie.
I was gonna just let Jason do that with his kids, but they asked me at the Yuletide party if I was going to be there and got me one of their special hot chocolate mugs. ”
Mick sits down at the table and looks at me with a smile.
“You know you’ve got the big family you always hoped for, Mom.
” I don’t know if Jason’s kids consider me family.
I sit down and take a sip of coffee. “I don’t know about that, I—” Mick reaches over and squeezes my hand.
“Are you their new mom? No, just like Jason isn’t my dad.
They see how happy you make him, just like I see how happy he makes you.
That’s all we as adults could hope for or want.
Plus, I think you’ve completely won over Zaria, and there’s no telling her that you aren’t her grandma.
” My boy. He knows just what I need to hear without me even realizing it.
I take another sip. “She does seem to be quite adamant about it.”
Mick nods as he takes a gulp of his coffee.
“Now, son, why are you really here? Shouldn’t you be helping your wife get ready for tonight?
” Mick leans back in his chair. “Yeah, but I had to come over and get all the Santa gifts from the garage. It’s not like Mikayla is old enough to understand Santa.
She’s not even walking yet, but Madison insisted on keeping them here.
Luckily, I don’t have anything to put together.
I know that’s not gonna be the case next year.
” Shaking my head, I say, “Nope. I remember your dad staying up late on Christmas Eve to try and put together your gifts. There was usually some swearing and several beers consumed. I think that’s a tradition almost as old as Santa himself.
” Mick gets up and says goodbye as he heads out to the garage to collect the gifts Madison put out there.
An hour or so later, I’m getting down one of my big pots so we can make hot chocolate later.
I feel hands come around my waist, and Jason nuzzles into the crick of my neck, kissing his favorite spot.
“Mmm. Merry Christmas, baby. I see you’ve been busy.
” I shrug my shoulders. “This is the kind of recipe that’s just as easy to double or triple as it is to make one batch.
Plus, then I know our family has something to put in their bellies while they’re opening their gifts from Santa. ”
Jason spins me around and cups my face as he kisses me so intensely I can’t help but know just how much he loves me.
He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead forward to touch mine.
“We’ve got almost an hour before the kids are gonna be here…
” Ohh…have I mentioned I love how my man thinks?
Taking the lead is not something I’ve done very much during sex, okay, like practically never, but maybe it’s a little Christmas courage that has me taking his hand and pulling him behind me toward our bedroom.
I look back, and the heat in his eyes has me getting wetter than a dolphin in the ocean.
As soon as we’re in our bedroom, I turn to Jason and push off his flannel, thankful he didn’t button the shirt.
As soon as it’s off, it’s like a match is lit and clothes go flying every which way.
This man in his boxers makes me want to tear them off with my teeth, but somehow I restrain and just push them down, and he kicks them off.
I push him to sit down on the bed. He looks up at me, standing in just my bra and panties in front of him. “Fuck me. Do what you want, Love.”
I get on my knees and reach up to rub my hands up and down his thick, strong, and manly thighs.
I never knew I was attracted to thick thighs before.
I lean forward and start kissing up his right thigh, then do the same on his left as my hand comes up to cup his balls and lightly tug on them.
“Oh, fuck me.” I love hearing him let loose and just feel.
I lick the tip of his stiff cock and watch as it causes Jason to jolt momentarily.
Before he has a second to process anything, I take his hard, thick baby maker all the way in my mouth, as far as I can.
I’m not one to brag, but my gag reflex is almost non-existent. It’s my one unicorn attribute.
I start a rhythm of slowly taking him all the way into my mouth and slowly going back till he’s almost entirely out of my mouth.
The noises coming from him just keep me going.
They aren’t words other than the occasional “fuck”, but hearing him enjoy it so much has me reaching down with my free hand to rub myself.
I’ve never in all my life touched myself in front of a man.
It’s just not something that ever crossed my mind before, but it’s like a light bulb goes off.
Why not try to get myself there as I get him there?
Some of us are slow learners. I may be in my fifties, but I can still learn new tricks.
Back to his perfectly erect, thick, and mouthful of penis. I don’t remember enjoying felating this much before. Who knew menopause could open up new skills and hobbies? I hit that spot on my clit just right, and I can’t help the moan that comes out and vibrates against him in my mouth.
Jason
Holy fucking shit. As soon as my woman moaned with me in her mouth, I think I levitated off the bed. I about came like a teenager. As hot as it is to have her touching herself while she’s giving me an epically amazing blow job, I need to be inside and feel her this instant.
In one swift move, I sit up and pull Romona on top of me. I realize now that she’s still got her panties on. That just won’t fucking do. I grab them and pull, instantly hearing a ripping sound. Thank the gods that she wears the lacey, delicate kind.
I lift her up off me just slightly so I can slide into heaven on earth.
Ffuucckk. “Damn, baby. You always feel so amazing every fucking time.” I can tell she’s close too because I don’t get any words back in response, just a deep, long moan.
I reach up and pull down her pesky bra that is in my way.
I reach up and grab a handful in each hand, moving my left hand to pinch her nipple slightly, like I know she enjoys.
“Ohhh. I’m so close.” Fuck me. “So am I, Love.” She’s barely moving, but it’s just enough to keep me on the edge, creeping closer every moment to the point of no return.
I look up at Romona, and at that exact moment, she opens her eyes and looks down at me with so much heat and love that I’m almost overcome with emotion.
I thought back in high school, I loved her, and I did, but it was the young, almost surface-level love.
The kind that doesn’t plunge the depths of your soul.
This love we have now? It’s the kind that continues into Valhalla, and I’m here for it.
I pull Romona down toward me, the need to kiss her overwhelming.
I pull her to me and kiss her with everything in me.
She breaks the kiss and throws her head back as she comes, sending mine rushing over me as I spill into her.
For just a split second, I wish I could impregnate her, but then I remind myself we get to spend our retired years together and get something even better than kids together, and that’s grandkids.
They really are the gift that all the years and trials of parenthood reward you with.