This morning I was getting the laundry done. That’s one thing I don’t even try to make him do. The first load goes into the washer and then he forgets about it. So, I stopped by his room to get his clothes. Looking in the hamper, I could tell his clothes weren’t all in there. He’s lying there on his bed and tells me he doesn’t have anything when I can see clothes lying there on the damn floor in front of me.

He says, “oh yeah, those.” I could strangle the little brat! While I’m trying not to lose my temper, he stands up, starts stripping, and says, “here’s some more laundry.” He knows exactly what seeing him standing there naked showing off his sexy body and always so tight bonus hole does to me. I don’t know if it’s his small size, my big dick, or just lucky genetics, but he has one of the tightest pussies I’ve ever fucked.

With Ellen coming home tomorrow and a week until she leaves again, a week without fucking my beautiful boy, I’ve forgotten the laundry in seconds. I wrap my arms around him and plant a deep kiss on his soft lips. Like the good little slut that he is, his mouth opens to let my tongue inside. Every time I kiss him, I’m reminded of how good my cock feels sliding into that warm wet mouth. My boy is a damn good cocksucker.

I physically pushed him across the hall to my bed, although I don’t know why I didn’t just throw him down right there. I got him on the bed though and dove into his bonus hole. He was already wet and open for me, hungry for the hard deep fuck that he knew he’s going to get. That was not going to happen until I got my dick sucked though, but he’s always happy to do it. He went down between my legs, taking his favorite toy into his mouth, worshiping it like he should.

I could only take so much of that, though. No way I was settling for a blowjob, but that’s not what he wanted either. I got him up on his knees showing me his sweet bonus hole and went in for another taste before the main event. Sliding into him is always absolute heaven and hearing him moan as I spread him open makes me feel like a total stud.

I went into third gear, fucking him hard, listening to him gasp and moan. There is nothing like hearing my boy yelling, “oh daddy!” as my balls slap against him over and over. I fuck him all the way down flat on the bed and fuck him even harder. Then he’s yelling, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” My fat cock has him almost in tears and I can feel him quivering around my dick.

The only thing better than making my boy come is pumping a load into his pussy. I rolled him over on his back for that. I want to watch my cock plowing into his stretched out hole. He was lying there begging for my load, and coming again, but this time it was my turn!