I scrub a hand down my face.
I honestly lost track of how many times I fucked her last night. I lost track of all the positions I twisted her into. Now, it's just a blur of limbs and moans and sweat and kisses. The memories start sucking me back in but I quickly remind myself that all of it was for a greater purpose; making Penny a mom.
And it's not cool imagining someone's mom with her face in the pillows and her ass in the air, getting her pussy devoured like a dessert casserole.
Still, I take a minute to admire her as she sleeps because regardless of the circumstances that pushed us together in this bed, I've always dreamed of waking up with her here.
She has these tiny, pale freckles dusting across her nose and on her bare shoulders, adorable souvenirs from her time spent in the sun. The slight upturn of her nose. The perfect bow of her lips. The daring length of her fluttery eyelashes.
She’s stunning here, sleeping in the quiet of my shadowy room. It almost feels like she belongs here.
But I know that's not true. Don't get too comfortable, idiot.
Resentfully, I quietly untangle myself from the sheets. I have work to do. Especially if I plan on scraping together enough money to buy those new tractors. Accomplishing this is important to me so I can’t just lie around all day. Replacing the entire fleet will cost a lot but I’ve been growing more and more conscious of the impact my business has on the environment.
I avoid the creaks in the hardwood floor on my way out. I grab some sweatpants from my laundry room before moving into the kitchen.
As unusual as this is for me, I want to make Penny breakfast. I want to wake her up to the smell of bacon and the feel of my tongue on her pussy. I know we can't stay wrapped up in the sheets all day. That was never part of Penny's meticulously laid plan. But I want to feed her then fuck her and start the day right. The thought has me smiling to myself as I’m cracking my third egg over a bowl.
Out of nowhere, my doorbell rings. Shit, it’s loud. The tinny sound practically ricochets around my quiet cabin. So much for waking Penny with breakfast and more sex. I turn away from the sizzling pork and head for the front door before my uninvited guest has the bright idea to ring again.
I peer through the window to see who it is. I may have gotten a nice surprise last night when Penny showed up on my doorstep, but since she’s already in my bed, I suspect that I’ve hit my limit on nice surprises.
Turns out that I'm right. I see my mother standing on the porch in her workout clothes.
Christ.
The idea of having to answer Ma's usual million and one questions makes me itchy. But if I don't show face, she'll worry and I'll have the fire department breaking down my door in no time.
I open the door just a crack, hoping the smell of breakfast doesn’t make its way to her. My mother knows I’m not the kind of guy who makes a big, fancy breakfast for myself. I rarely have time for anything more than toast and coffee on the run in the mornings.
“Hey, Ma. What’s wrong?” I frown through the few inches of open doorway.
“Nothing, I hope,” she says, standing on her toes to press the back of her hand to my forehead. “You feeling okay?"
"I'm great. I'm doing great." I give her my widest, most convincing grin and brace the door, ready to shut it.
That only makes my mother more suspicious.
She peers around me. "We didn’t see you feeding the animals with the guys this morning when we were out for our jog.”
Though I have plenty of farm hands to carry out the morning feeds, I’m usually right out there with them. Clearly, Ma knows my schedule.
Good lord. You’d think that once you’re in your thirties, you won’t have your mom on your back just because you’re a few minutes late to work. I guess this is just one of the pitfalls of operating my farm on the family property.
And, 'we'? Who the heck is 'we'?
When I peer over the top of Mom's head, I see Jessa energetically chasing Callie around my yard. Meanwhile, Iris stretches big and emits a tired yawn. She slumps against the railing of my front steps and sends me a lethargic wave.
Ma follows my gaze and smiles. "Alexia's due date is in a few weeks and the baby is breeched. We're trying to get the stubborn little thing to flip over. Exercise helps with that."
I blink, not quite sure what all that means.
Right then, Lexi waddles around the side of my house, adjusting the crotch of her running pants. She grins. "Hey Walker." I think my pregnant sister-in-law just took a piss in my damn bushes. "You don't mind, do you?" She juts her chin toward the scene of her presumed pee-fest and tugs up her waistband over her big belly.
I don't bother to answer. I'm too focused on the emergency at hand—I need to get these nosey women out of here. Pronto!
I’m about to give my mother one hell of an excuse as to why I’m still at home this morning, but she bumps the door open further. “Is that bacon I sm—” She freezes in her tracks. Her face fills with shock. “Penny…?”
In the yard, all heads snap toward the front door.
Fuuucccckkkk!
I groan, turning around to see my bed buddy drowsily trudging out of my bedroom in the direction of the bathroom.
There’s no denying what’s going on here. Not when Penny’s makeup is smeared under her eyes and she's buttoning up the front of the too-large flannel shirt draped over her narrow shoulders.
The girl looks freshly-fucked.
And my semi-hard cock fully endorses the look.
Penny's bare feet come to an abrupt halt when she spots my mother at the door. Frozen with one hand reaching for the bathroom handle, she
