Natasha sat up a little in bed and turned to check on Isaac. The barrier she'd put up around him remained intact, but he wasn't on the bed. Natasha got up abruptly. She looked around for two seconds and tried to calm herself down. It was a natural reaction to grow panicked when she didn't know where he was, but she didn't want to offend anyone by acting as if she were in the company of strangers.
She jumped out of bed and slipped on her robe. She and Bobby were in the smaller guest room so their bathroom was in the hallway. The door was cracked and she could see Bobby's shirtless frame in the mirror's reflection. She was confident enough to fully open it and step inside. The steam was consuming both of their frames and she knew he had just finished his shower.
"Where's Isaac?" She asked. He spun around to face her with toothpaste foaming from his mouth. He inaudibly said Isaac was eating breakfast with his grandmother.
Natasha nodded lightly and then reached for her own toothbrush on the sink counter. They brushed their teeth together, Bobby looking over her head into the mirror. After a few minutes, they were done. Natasha washed her face with scorching water and she called for Bobby to wash his too.
She faced her husband and laid the steaming hot towel over his face. She wiped his eyes and focused the steam on his beard.
Both Bobby and Natasha loved steaming hot showers. When the water wasn't hot enough, it had the potential to ruin their entire days and start a nasty argument over shower lengths. So, to make sure they both had an abundant supply of hot water, Bobby would shower in the mornings and Natasha would shower the night before. The system always seemed to work out well for them.
Once she was done wiping over his face, she turned to grab her shea butter from her travel bag. She rubbed the product between her hands before gliding her palms over his chest and shoulders. He growled lowly as she unintentionally massaged him. Natasha's ministrations grew more sensual when she wiped over his soft stomach. She ran her hand over his lightly hair belly and back up his chest again. She gripped his shoulders tightly and worked her way up his neck.
Natasha sighed deeply when she looked down at his towel clad manhood. She reached between them to pull gently on the towel's fold. It pooled at their feet.
He was somewhat erect and she was glad they were feeling the same things. She reached for his member at the same time she looked up into his eyes. As soon as she'd captured his stare, he was swallowing her breath. Their tongues were minty and cool.
She stroked him as they kissed and he engulfed her body in his arms.
She pulled away and held his hand as she led herself to her knees. The towel cushioned her joints and she was thankful; Bobby was wide awake which meant he'd make her work hard. After a long day of work, he didn't have much strength to hold out. Although today, he might need at least 25 minutes. She wasn't complaining though. She loved taking care of him when she got the chance.
She used her moisturized hands to gently massage his shaft. Once he was stiff and ready, she placed his tip on her tongue. She glided her mouth over his length slowly a few times to get him wet. Bobby had already begun his deep, rumbling sounds.
"Maybe this won't take as long as I thought." Natasha said in her head. His sounds of approval gave her the confidence to kick her gears into full throttle.
She assumed everyone had gone to the kitchen to eat breakfast so noise levels weren't a big concern for her. She felt free to relax as if she were in her own home. Natasha sat her bottom on the heels of her feet and double fisted Bobby's shaft. She jerked him a few times, using her spit to get smooth motions all the way through.
After a few seconds, she placed both of her hands on her husband's thighs and took him all the way to his balls. She expertly held her gags in her throat until she was ready to release him. Then she let out a satisfied sigh as she pulled away. A trail of her own saliva linked Bobby and Natasha together until she was ready to take him in again.
"Natasha..." Bobby mumbled from above. He reached to his right and fully closed the cracked door. He secured it with a twist of the lock that sounded loudly against the tile floors and bare walls.
Natasha deep throated him a few more times before she went straight into sucking his dick. She suctioned the air out of her mouth to cover as much of Bobby's dick as she could. Her head motions were even and circular—just as she knew he liked. Bobby encouraged her with nasty words of approval.
"You're sucking my dick in my grandmother's house?" He whispered over Natasha as he fought release. She replied with a loud slurping sound. "So fucking nasty." He praised.
Natasha brought her hands back in and placed them at his base. She stroked him with confidence and purpose. She lifted his dick up toward his stomach to access his smooth balls. He kept them trimmed neatly because he knew she loved to suck on them.
Natasha stuck her tongue out to lead his left ball into her mouth. Bobby withered above her and she knew he was close. Suddenly, she yanked her off her knees by her elbow and twisted her hips toward the sink counter. Natasha yelped out in surprise but willingly let him lead her where he wanted.
He pressed his hand into her upper back and she roughly put her hands out to support her fall. Bobby lifted the material of her nightgown up over her bottom and before Natasha had the chance to turn around, his hot, strong tongue was lashing at her asshole. Bobby was relentless in licking her puckered opening and Natasha let out a husky moan.
She pushed her bottom into his mouth and tried to subdue the ache in her loins. Bobby stood back to his full height and led his tip into her dripping wet pussy.
With the pent-up aggression of 20 minutes of dick sucking with no release, he pumped her roughly. Natasha had to grip the sides of the counter firmly top stop herself from flying forward because of his thrusts. Her breasts leaped frontward and crashed back onto her chest.
She had a perfect view of their reflections in the mirror ahead. Bobby's head was adjacent to the ceiling as he continued fucking her. Natasha could see the veins in his biceps from gripping her hips with an unimaginable strength. The strap of her gown was falling off her shoulder and her pert nipple began to show. She loved the way they looked pressed together firmly between her arms. They were heavy with milk and very sensitive.
Bobby sporadically spun Natasha around and lifted her up onto the counter by her waist. She sat back against the mirror and spread her legs wide for her husband. Bobby took his place between her legs and reached below her. He gripped her upper back to help guide her breasts toward his salivating mouth. He continued fucking her.
Natasha reached around toward her clit and used her juices to fiercely rub it. She could feel herself reaching the brink of explosion.
"Oh fuck, baby." Natasha groaned as she began her ascension into some other dimension. Natasha's eyes shut tight. She unconsciously reached a hand out against Bobby's pelvis, as if to stop him. But he swatted her hand away and pummeled her even harder than before. That elicited a very loud screech from Natasha.
"I know, baby." Bobby cooed, trying to encourage her to be a little bit quieter. Bobby hunched himself over her body as he came and punched into her three deep, rough times before joining her in release.
*
"Good morning mommy's baby." Natasha classically greeted Isaac as she came down the steps. He was sitting in his booster seat at the table in the kitchen. Elizabeth, Aaron, William and Hector were sitting around the table too.
"Good morning everyone." Natasha waved as she entered the room. The family replied simultaneously. Gina rounded the corner from out of the kitchen with a ninja turtles plate in hand. It had eggs, cut up toast and fruit left from the barbeque the day before.
