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The Great Lockdown of 2020
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Go to bed. I’ve got this,” Jason said, rubbing his hands down his face on a groan even as he mentally went over every possible hiding spot in the in-law apartment and-
“Goddamnit,” he said, sighing heavily as he got up and headed back to the in-law apartment where the old woman that he adored was currently struggling to open a twenty-ounce Coke.
“I need it!” Grandma said as Jason plucked the Coke out of her hand, opened it, and took a sip as he ran his gaze over her wheelchair and-
“This is just sad,” Jason said with a pitying shake of his head as he grabbed the can of Coke that she’d hidden in the bottom of her cane holster.
She didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t really expect her to. As her eyes narrowed on him, he leaned down, kissed her forehead and said, “Goodnight,” only to chuckle and jump out of the way when she reached for her cane.
With a huff and a grumble, she reluctantly drove her wheelchair back towards her room. He waited until she was in her room before he headed back to the door. When he made his way back into his living room, he placed the can of Coke on the coffee table and pulled his phone out.
“We need to find a live-in helper,” he said, sighing heavily as he dropped down on the couch next to his wife.
“She doesn’t want another live-in. She likes working with John,” Haley said, snuggling closer to him.
“She’s a pain in the ass,” he said with a fond smile as he took another sip.
“She really is,” Haley readily agreed as she shifted and climbed onto his lap so that she could pull his tie loose.
For a moment, Jason was content just watching her as she absently reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose before pulling his tie free and dropping it on the couch next to them. They’d been together more than fifteen years and…
God, he fucking loved her.
More with each passing day, Jason thought as he reached up and cupped her beautiful face in his hands as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “You have no idea how much I love you, do you?”
“Maybe if you showed me…” she said, letting her words trail off as he felt her work his shirt buttons free.
“I suppose I could do that,” Jason said, already reaching for her blouse.
“It would be very helpful,” Haley murmured in agreement as she pulled his shirt free.
Chuckling, Jason pulled her blouse off and tossed it aside and reached for her bra as he felt his belt pulled loose. He worked her bra open as she pulled his fly open and-
Tore a groan from him when she paused so that she could cup him through his pants. She gave his cock a squeeze that had the eager appendage that could never seem to get enough of her pushing against his fly to get to her. She rubbed her palm over his cock as he spread his legs further apart, giving her better access to his cock, careful not to disturb her as his hands found her breasts.
He waited until she reached into his pants and pulled his cock free before he helped her off his lap just long enough so that he could pull her jeans and panties off while she dropped her bra on the floor. As soon as she was naked, he was reaching for her only to end up groaning when she pushed his hands away as she settled on the floor between his legs and reached for his cock, wrapping her hand around it and brought it towards her as she leaned down and took the tip between her lips.
“Fuck,” Jason groaned as she worked her mouth over his cock, teasing the tip with her tongue and teeth, making his cock harden painfully as it jerked in her hand. God, this felt so fucking good, Jason thought, watching as his wife moved her mouth down his cock, moaning as she used her hold to stroke his cock as her mouth worked him.
She worked his cock, making his head drop back on a groan. His eyes closed as he licked his lips, savoring the feel of her tongue sliding over the underside of his cock. Every time he came close to losing it, she could back off, slowing her movements, teasing him more and keeping him on the edge to draw out his pleasure until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached for her.
Before she had a chance to settle on his lap, he was kissing her as he helped her climb back on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him as she settled over his cock, soaking the underside as she moved, grinding down against him. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands down to her ass and gave it a squeeze as he encouraged her to keep moving.
She pulled herself tighter against him so that her large breasts were pressed against his chest as he released his hold on her ass so that he could slide one hand between them and place his hand over the soft swell of her belly where their baby was just starting to grow.
He was hoping for another baby girl. He loved his boys, loved teaching them sports, roughhousing with them, and teaching them how to be men, but his baby girl…
He’d loved making Elizabeth smile, missed playing house with her, having afternoon tea parties with her, and seeing her face light up when he played dolls with her. He still loved spending time with her, but he missed all those special moments with her when she was little. He had a few nieces that he got to spoil, but it wasn’t the same as having his own baby girl glaring at him over a cup of tea because he was hogging the imaginary cookies.
His thoughts quickly returned to his wife when she gently suckled on his tongue, driving him out of his fucking mind and had him shifting beneath her so that the next time she rolled her hips, he was pushing inside her. She slowed her movements so that she could savor the feel of his cock pushing deep inside her and once she was settled on top of him, she moaned.
Jason broke off the kiss so that he could kiss his way down to her neck as he moved his hand between her legs so that he could brush his thumb between her legs, brushing his thumb over her clit, teasing her as she began to move, rolling her hips as his other hand found her breast and-
“Oh, my god!” a startled scream came, drawing his attention to his left to find his son, Cole stumbling back with his hands pressed firmly over his eyes, frantically shaking his head as he hysterically mumbled, “My poor eyes!”