Father’s Day

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Happy Father’s Day

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

 

“Am I a joke to you?” Jason demanded as he looked at the small pile of gifts that his children had given him.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked, frowning down at the signed Yankees baseball cap that he’d given his father.

“I thought you wanted a new briefcase,” Elizabeth said, gesturing towards the gift she’d given him.

“And you thought I could be bought off?” Jason asked in disgust as he folded his arms over his chest and shook his head in disgust as his children stood next to his bed, looking at a loss at what to do, which only infuriated him more, because they knew damn well what they should have done.

“Dad-” Joshua began saying only to have Cole pinch the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh and a, “Don’t. Just don’t.”

“Does my love mean nothing to you?” Jason demanded, shaking his head in disgust as he pointedly looked away from the pile of Father’s Day gifts.

Joshua opened his mouth only to have Jason cut him off by demanding, “Where are my homemade Father’s Day cards? My homemade gifts that you made to show me how much you love and adore me? Where is my homemade breakfast that you slaved over a hot stove all morning cooking for me?”

“We were going to take you out for lunch,” Joshua said with a helpless shrug, which only earned him a glare.

“You were going to starve me?” Jason demanded in disgust.

“No, we were going to-”

“You cooked your mother breakfast for Mother’s Day,” Jason pointed out with a glare. “And you made her homemade gifts, bought her chocolate and spoiled her all day and all I get are store bought trinkets?”

“Because we love her more?” Cole asked innocently, which had his little brother and sister taking a healthy step back and just before Jason could launch himself at the little traitor a small hand grabbed hold of his bicep stopping him and kept him where he was.

“Your father loves his gifts, guys. Why don’t you go downstairs and grab something to eat?” Haley said with a tired sigh as Jason sat there, continuing to glare at his oldest son, who was now wearing a shit eating grin that he must have inherited from his mother.

 “Would you like us to make you something, Mother?” Cole asked while Haley while his focus remained on Jason.

“I will kill you, you little-”

“That would be great, sweetheart. Thank you,” Haley said, slapping her hand over his mouth as she threw Cole one of her sweet smiles that he didn’t deserve as he shot Jason a wink that was guaranteed to end badly for him later as his little brother and sister dragged him out of the room.

As soon as they left and their bedroom door was closed, Jason turned an accusing glare on his wife. “You cheated on me, didn’t you?”

With a sigh and a, “We already talked about this. He’s yours,” Haley climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

“He’s evil,” Jason said, shoving the covers aside so that he could follow his wife into the bathroom.

“He’s fourteen,” Haley said as though that explained anything as she pulled the oversized tee shirt that she’d slept in off and tossed it aside so that she was left standing in front of the bathroom counter in a pair of soft pink panties.

“We should send him to military school,” Jason said absently, licking his lips hungrily as he took in the soft slope of her neck, the delicate curve of her back and the generous curve of her ass as she brushed her teeth.

“You’d miss him,” Haley said, chuckling as she finished brushing her teeth as he moved closer so that he press a kiss against the back of her neck as he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her back so that she could feel what she did to him.

“Maybe,” he murmured absently as he slid his hands over her hips, around to the soft swell of her stomach where their baby who would damn well remember to spoil him on Father’s Day was growing before sliding his hands over her breasts and giving them a squeeze that had her moaning and pushing her bottom back against him.

“You love him,” she said on a soft moan as he slid one hand back down her stomach and beneath her panties to find her wet.

“I tolerate him,” Jason said, releasing his hold on her breast so that he could reach between them and release his cock while Haley pushed her panties down while he traced her swollen clit.

Using his hold on his cock, he positioned himself between her legs and-

“Oh, god,” Haley moaned as he slowly slid inside, savoring the way her pussy tightened around him, welcoming him inside and he had to admit that this was the perfect way to spend Father’s Day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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