Night with mom

Jack kept her close the whole night.

Katie lay on her back in his bed, completely naked, while he used her however he felt like. For a long stretch he just slept with his face buried between her tits, one arm locked around her waist, leg thrown over hers like she was furniture that happened to be warm and soft. Every time he shifted, she adjusted automatically to stay comfortable for him. When he woke up hard in the middle of the night, he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. He pushed in and fucked her throat in slow, lazy strokes until he came, then pulled out and went right back to using her chest as a pillow. Katie swallowed, closed her mouth, and lay still again like nothing had happened. Her breathing stayed even. Her expression never changed from calm, sleepy neutrality.

A couple hours later he woke up again, still half-asleep and greedy. This time he rolled her onto her side, pushed her top knee up, and slid into her from behind. She was warm and slick enough from earlier that he didn’t need anything else. He took his time, grinding deep, one hand reaching around to squeeze her tit while he used her. When he finished he just stayed buried inside her for a while, face pressed between her shoulder blades, before eventually pulling out and rearranging her back into the body-pillow position he liked best.

Katie never complained. Never asked questions. Never tried to leave.

By the time the sky outside started turning gray, Jack was finally spent. He lay there for a few more minutes with his face smashed against her bare chest, listening to her heartbeat, then sighed and sat up.

“Get up. Get dressed in what you were wearing last night.”

Katie slipped out of the bed and put her clothes back on without a word.

“Go back to your room. Get into bed with Dad like you slept there the whole night. Forget that you were in here at all. As far as you know, you came upstairs, checked on my homework, then went straight to bed with him.”

“Okay.”

She left the room quietly and closed the door behind her.

Katie walked down the short hallway in the dim pre-dawn light, opened the master bedroom door, and slipped inside. Mark was still asleep on his side of the bed, one arm stretched out into the empty space where she usually slept. She stripped back down to nothing the way she preferred to sleep anyway and climbed in beside him.

Mark stirred slightly when the mattress shifted, but didn’t wake. Katie settled onto her pillow and closed her eyes.

She felt more tired than usual, the deep kind of tired that sat in her muscles. Probably from staying up a little later than she meant to. She made a mental note to actually go to bed on time tonight instead of getting distracted downstairs. Mark would be up in a couple hours for work, and the kids never slept in as late as they claimed they would.

Katie shifted closer to her husband’s back, tucked an arm around his waist, and let herself drift off.