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For once, I was content to let her be. This was her way of helping me, and I could honestly use the time to turn off my brain.
Still, she was getting close. She was riding me with more determination and her face was getting flush.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed this so much. Can I cum, Daddy? I promise to make you cum hard in a few minutes. I just need this. Please,” she said desperately.
I smiled and slid one of my fingers down to where her clit was brushing against my hips. I began to rub it slowly, and her fucking became more erratic and desperate.
“Pleeeease,” she whined.
“Cum for me, princess,” I said. Relief and bliss washed across her face. She moved up and down on my cock fast and hard until her orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried out, burying my cock as deep into her as she could take. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me. It wouldn’t take much to finish me off, but I wanted her to have her moment first.
She was breathing heavily for a few moments. She needed that as much as I did, but she was being good and taking care of me first. Once again I thought that the smartest thing I’ve done in many years was asking her to marry me.
Finally, she looked down at me, her hair draping around her face and grinned.
“Ohhhh, I needed that. Sorry I’m selfish, but I had some built-up urges,” she said.
I laughed and the motion caused her to groan again. I started to roll over when she planted her foot to stop me.
“Nuh-uh,” she said. “I’m taking care of my Daddy today.”
And with that she began moving up and down on my cock again. The look of focus and determination on her face was adorable. She was biting her lip, and while sliding up and down on my cock she was pulsing the muscles in her pussy. It was otherworldly.
“Daddy will have plenty of time to fuck his little girl later, but right now he needs to fill her up with his cum. Can you do that, Daddy?” she said, running her hands across my body.
“Keep doing that and you’ll find out,” I groaned.
Sensing I was breaking, she moved in for the kill, bouncing a little harder on me.
“Give it to me, Daddy. I need it. Please give your little girl what she needs, Daddy,” she moaned out.
I was only human and weeks of nothing along with this amazing performance did me in. I closed my eyes and lifted my hips as Kitten slammed down on me. I gave in to the inevitable.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out. I could hear her pleased groan as I came. I don’t think she came again, and part of me felt bad about that. But I needed this, and she knew it.
I felt her face settle onto my chest as I was still catching my breath and as I was still feeling the aftermath of my orgasm. Nothing like a good hard cum in your fiance to blast away the mental cobwebs. She began moving her face across my chest, just like she was a kitten.
“God, I missed you. The last two weeks have sucked,” she said.
“Tell me about it,” I said, hoping the tone didn’t sound too depressing. She kept touching me, reassuring herself that we were together again.
Neither of us said much more for the next few minutes. Eventually, I heard the door to the condo open and close and Meg very unsubtly rustling around in the kitchen. Her way of letting us know she was back in case we were… occupied.
“Time to get up and be sociable, Kitten,” I said.
“Boooo,” was her response, but she shifted off of me, grabbed a t-shirt off the pile on the floor and headed towards the bathroom. I slowly got up, and fished out a fresh t-shirt and shorts from my luggage. A glance in the mirror led to some grooming of my greying hair and beard. Finally, I grabbed my cane and made my way out to the modest kitchen. Meg looked at me and smirked.
“Hopefully, that’ll take the edge off of her,” she said, putting away some groceries.
“She gets cranky without regular…. attention,” I said. Meg rolled her eyes.
“I know. I told her to try going months without getting laid. It was like that time you tried to explain 80s teen cinema to her,” she said. “Just this irritating, blank look. Like you were talking about something she had no frame of reference for.”
“They’re all weirdly sexist and you love them,” Kitten said, walking barefoot into the kitchen. She looked like she’d just been fucked and didn’t care. It was a deliberate look. Part of it was to annoy Meg a bit, which she liked to do. But as she told me once, Meg was hot enough to remedy her lack of sex situation if she wanted to.
Meg shook her head and tried to explain The Breakfast Club’s radical importance, while Kitten rolled her eyes. I sat on a stool next to the island in the kitchen and continued my decompression. Sleep, sex, and watching two of my favourite people banter. It was a balm.
Kitten eventually came over and leaned against me, and I put my arm around her and kissed her head. She was very affectionate, even for her. The fact that Meg wasn’t making gagging faces meant they were both still worried about me. Not unjustifiably, I guess.
“I’m ok, both of you. I promise,” I said.
“Ben, you’ll forgive me for wanting a little more reassurance than that,” Meg said, sitting across from me, peeling some grapefruit. “Respectfully, you’ve been fine before, and I nearly had to give you bail money.”
Kitten looked like she wanted to protest, but I placed my hand on hers and squeezed to let her know it was ok.
“Mom’s settled into the home. Dad is a wreck, but he understands that’s where we are now and this is for the best. It’s hard, but it’s not like I haven’t seen this coming after I heard the diagnosis,” I said.
“But it happened so fast. You can’t have been completely ready for it,” Kitten said.
I nodded. “No, you can’t. It’s the damnedest thing. Sometimes mom sees me and chats like everything is ok. Then she just… vanishes.”
Last Christmas I got tired of Dad being mysterious about what was going on with mom. I should have gone out sooner, but he kept deflecting and saying it wasn’t a good time. When I didn’t speak to her after I called to say I was engaged, I knew something was seriously wrong. But he couldn’t say no to me at Christmas. Kitten came with me, as she insisted. I didn’t even make a weak effort to try to keep her away. It would have been insulting and she wouldn’t have it.
When we arrived, the house was a mess. Housekeeping was not one of dad’s strong suits and mom was no longer capable of doing it. He finally admitted that she wasn’t well. It wasn’t Alzheimer’s, but it was a kind of rapid onset dementia. It was shocking to see how much of her vanished in the four months since I’d last seen her.
As close as I came to losing my shit during all of this was those first few minutes. The guilt and horror that I wasn’t here to spend more time with mom was quickly followed by rage at dad for not letting me know what was going on. But just when I thought I might lose it, I felt Kitten squeeze my hand, walk over to my mom and show her the engagement ring.