"You've been on my lap for more than an hour and all I could think of was your butt pressing against me. It was making me very uncomfortable and with our son a few feet away. I think you deserve to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes."
She gasped.
"What form do you think your punishment should take?"
He was toying with her, circling the sensitive flesh with his thumb.
"You inside me."
"What else?"
"I'll leave it up to you."
Her body arched when he dipped his finger in and started rotating it slowly.
"Good choice."
He was already as hard as iron.
"I know exactly what to do."
Her body arched and she grabbed for his wrist as the climax slammed into her. He watched as she crested the wave, her eyes closing, lips quivering.
"That's phase one."
"How many phases are there?"
"I'll let you know."
Rising, he hurriedly took off his clothes and covered her body with his.
"Merry Christmas my love."
He whispered before closing his mouth over hers.
*****
"It's taking too long. Why is it taking so long?"
David demanded of the adults seated in the waiting room.
"And why is dad allowed in there and I'm not? It's my baby brother that's being born."
"Born."
Gloria corrected him automatically. He had shot up several inches during the last several months and was now a gangly nine year old. His birthday had been celebrated with pomp and style just a week ago with a big birthday party that included friends coming over to enjoy the pool and enough food to feed an army. He was of course psyched that he and his brother would be sharing the same month and could not wait.
"And children are not allowed in the delivery room for a reason."
Vacating her chair, she came over to put a hand around his shoulders.
"How about I buy you a glass of coke?"
He gave her a suspicious look that told her he was not buying it.
"Something is wrong with mom and you're not telling me."
