Life Seems To Return To Normal

That Monday, Quentin returned home from school beaming.

“I don’t know what you did, Dad, but it worked. Eddie’s completely ignoring me!”

I tried to keep my face from blushing at the memory of Eddie’s father dominating my pussy. My tiny dick stirred in my pants. I cleared my throat.

“Well, I’ll tell you the mistake I made the first time: I wasn’t prepared. You can’t expect to get anything done if you’re not prepared. The second time, I had my arguments ready, and I was convincing.”

Quentin gave me a hug, “Thanks Dad, I really appreciate it.”

I patted him on the back, “Anything for you, son.”

The weeks passed uneventfully, though I sometimes awoke in the middle of the night with a boner and the image of Mr. Daniels’ big black cock on my mind.