The following morning, Saturday, Tasha stretched in her comfortable bed as her eyes fluttered open. She relished the lack of her alarm clock today as she reached out for her cellphone to check for the time. It was fourteen minutes after nine.
She stayed in bed for a few moments, just enjoying the quiet calm of her bedroom before she stood up and stood at the window to open the curtains. The sun’s golden eye peeled into the room, painting stripes across the walls. She stood there enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face until the door flew open and Tyson burst in.
“Good morning, mommy,” he walked up to her.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Tasha whispered, ruffling his hair gently. Tyson yawned and rubbed his eyes, his face breaking into a wide grin for his mother.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did,” he plopped down on the bed. “What about you?”
“I slept well.” She moved away from the window. “Let’s make breakfast. What do you want to have?”
“Hmmm,” he slid out of the bed. “Oatmeal pancakes and sausages.”
“Let’s make banana and oatmeal pancakes instead, dear.”
“Okay mom,” he said, and they both walked out of the room and went downstairs. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the kitchen.
She first poured a cup of coffee each for them and they sat on the window seat in the kitchen to enjoy their coffee.
“Mom,” Tyson called.”
“Yes, dear, what is it?”
“Can I go over to Jordan’s house after breakfast?”
Jordan was his new classmate who just moved into the estate with his parents.
“Of course you can,” she got up from the low seat, having finished with her coffee. “But I will have to call his mom to make sure it’s okay for you to come over.”
They both made and ate breakfast together, after which she made sure Tyson took his medications. She was so happy that he had responded well to the treatment so far. And she hoped he wouldn’t need any blood transfusion again. His doctor had said that if he takes his drug regularly, he may not need another blood transfusion.
“Mom, when are you going to call Jordan’s mommy?” Tyson asked from the top of the stairs after he had taken his bath.
“I will now,” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she reached for the kitchen phone to call Fidelma, Jordan’s mother, to ask if Tyson could come over. She said it was okay, so Tyson left her alone in the house.
She cleared up the kitchen counters and went upstairs to snuggle under the covers. Her phone rang, breaking the peaceful silence in the room. She picked up her phone and swiped across the screen.
“Hey, Parker,” she said in an unusually low voice.
“Hey you too,” he said in his usual warm voice. “I called twice yesterday. You didn’t pick. I hope everything is okay. Is Tyson fine?”
“Yeah, that,” she frowned a bit and sat up on the bed with her back against the headboard. “Sorry about that. Tyson is okay. I was busy then.”
“Okay,” he said hesitantly.
Silence stretched between them. Tasha felt bad for what she was about to do.
“Parker,” she whispered.
“Yes, I’m here…”
“I’m sorry…but,” she said incoherently. “I don’t think I want to continue with our relationship.”
“What?” His voice was higher than normal. “Why? Did I do anything wrong?”
“No…no,” she ran her hand through her brown hair. “I’m sorry, but I want to concentrate on taking care of Tyson and, most importantly, I don’t think I am in the right frame of mind to be in a relationship now.”
There was a rather long silence between them. Parker was just speechless.
“Well,” he started. “I can’t blame you for prioritizing Tyson’s health.” He sighed audibly into the phone. “I understand, goodbye Tasha.”
“Thank you, Parker,” she muttered. “For your understanding.”
“It’s fine,” he croaked. “My greetings to the young man.” He said and cut off the line immediately.
Tasha took a deep breath, sadness enveloping her as she laid back on the bed. Hoping she had made the right decision.
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Blake’s cock head prodded Cassie’s moist entrance. “Do you want me to put my cock inside you now? Tell me you want it.”
Blake and Cassie were in Blake’s guesthouse, where they were spending the weekend. Jayce and his cousins were with Mrs. Carter for the weekend.
“Yes, yes,” she drawled, enjoying the way he was rubbing his cock head at her entrance. “Fuck me.”
His eyes darkened over with unbridled passion. “Say please,” he growled. He was in a naughty mood tonight.
“Please,” she purred. “Fuck me, Blake.”
She gave him a little smile. She was enjoying the new side he was showing tonight.
“Good girl. That is what ‘am going to do all night.” He croaked, “fuck you silly.” He pushed his cockhead halfway into her cunt.
“Your cunt is so tight, baby girl.” He grunted, pleasure radiating all over his senses.
“Your big cock feels so good in it,” she whimpered.
“So good…baby.” He murmured and pushed the rest of his length inside her.
Her breath caught in her throat. The joy of being stuffed to the hilt felt so incredible; she almost fainted. Her pussy quivered, gripping him tightly.
“Blake!” Cassie squealed. “Yes, that is my name.” He rubbed on her clit. “Call me my fucking name!” He growled, thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
“Blake! Yes, oh, Blake!” She gasped in pure, undiluted pleasure. Her legs shook: it was so blissful, so erotic.
“Take my cock,” he drove into her faster. “Oh yeah, Cassie.”
Suddenly, he stretched flat on Cassie’s body, while still working his hard member inside her, and whispered in her ear. “Do you want my cum in your hot cunt?” He howled. He was close, very close.
“Yes, yes,” she yelled. “Come for me, give it to me.”
“Now come for me, baby,” he commanded.
“Ohhhh,” Cassie growled with pleasure. “Ahhh, Blake, I’m going to come!” And she came, flooding his cock with her juices.
“This is it!” He yelled, his cock expanded twice its size, his thrusting got more frantic, his balls squeezed. He couldn’t control himself anymore. His warm cum started pumping out.