A rousing hand brushed itself upon the leg of the sleeping Tiffany. It was too soft of a touch to wake her up and she still lies asleep on the bed next to her husband. Wearing her shorts and pajamas, her husband's hands crept their way up to her thighs until it eventually reached her lower wear. As he pulled them down, she turned to lay on her side, still off in the land of dreams.
"Wake up." A voice resounded in her dreams, or so she thought.
Slipping his morning erection between her legs, the man continued his attempts to wake his wife. He was able to coax out some moans from her when he brushed his cock against her pussy, but nothing more than that. He pushed his body up against hers and embraced it, wrapping his arms around to the front. Placing his head up to her neck, he began to kiss it with a warm affection that a husband would have.
"A-Ah..." A moan escaped out her mouth.
Signs of her waking finally surfaced and with a nibble on her sensitive neck, she slowly peeled open her eyes to let light enter her world. As her senses came to, she felt the heat of her husband's body up against hers along with his kisses on her nape. When she finally came to, she could feel her pussy moistening to his hard shaft. She turned to see him giving her a warm smile.
"Yeobo..." She whispered.
"Good morning Tiffany." He responded as he leaned in for a kiss.
She tucked her lips in and turned her head to refuse him just as the morning alarm sounded off. 9:00 AM the digital clock flashed. Startled by this, Tiffany turned to shut off the blaring noise before getting back up. Her husband's hand on her shoulder attempted to bring her back.
"Yeobo, not now. I have to get breakfast ready for Tim." Tiffany said, fighting back his hand.
"Isn't he just eating cereal? He can get that himself." He answered, pulling her back down.
Losing her strength, Tiffany fell back onto the bed as she felt the barrage of kisses on her skin. His stiff cock caressed itself once more against her pussy as she gradually felt it moisten up. She tried to fight back her urges in order to lift her body up once more and was successful, peeling her husband off of her.
"I know, but he leaves soon so I want to do everything I can for him as a mother."
"You spoil him too much." The father responded, unhappy his fun was interrupted.
"You think?" Tiffany smiled before moving to the edge of the bed, "Are you going to eat?"
"No, I think I'll sleep some more." He responded, turning around to lie on his other side.
"Okay, sleep well."
She placed her legs onto the floor and stretched a bit before looking back on the clock. Only a few minutes had passed, so she had plenty of time to get ready. Tiffany stopped by the adjoining room to see how their baby was doing.
A recent newborn daughter was still sleeping in the crib. Tiffany smiled as she looked upon the bundle of joy nestled up in the small bed area. On the nightstand next to it stood two pictures. One of Tiffany and her husband back when they were almost twenty, with her stomach enlarged from their first born. The other was in the hospital, just after giving birth to their second child.
Although aged to motherhood, she kept most of how she looked back when she was in her mid twenties, being told that she hardly aged. The two pictures next to one another detailed how she looked, still holding her early, physical traits. She let out a small laugh upon staring at the pictures laden with memories. Her time with her husband in the past was a bit too fast, and she was pregnant at an early age due to a mishap. The two married as a result of their mistake, but many years later, now loved one another and their firstborn dearly. It was a warm household of four, and they looked to keep this way.
After she was done with her reminiscence, Tiffany went to the bathroom to clean and wash herself off before heading to the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl, spoon, milk and the cereal box, she headed to her son's room. She never intended to spoil him as much as she does now, but when he reached the age she was when her mother passed away, Tiffany couldn't help but smother him with love. With these thoughts in hand, she arrived at her son's room. Upon reaching the door, she entered, knowing that the meticulous Timothy would always wake up right at this time.
"Good morning Tim." Tiffany greeted.
"Good morning mom." He responded.
Sitting up with his back laid against the wall with a pillow and legs straight out, Tim's eyes were staring at the television screen in front of him. He turned to see his mother now dressed casually before looking back at the screen. Tiffany approached with the items in hand and placed them onto the nightstand next to him.
A rousing hand brushed itself upon the leg of the sleeping Tiffany. It was too soft of a touch to wake her up and she still lies asleep on the bed next to her husband. Wearing her shorts and pajamas, her husband's hands crept their way up to her thighs until it eventually reached her lower wear. As he pulled them down, she turned to lay on her side, still off in the land of dreams. "Wake up." A voice resounded in her dreams, or so she thought. Slipping his morning erection between her legs, the man continued his attempts to wake his wife. He was able to coax out some moans from her when he brushed his cock against her pussy, but nothing more than that. He pushed his body up against hers and embraced it, wrapping his arms around to the front. Placing his head up to her neck, he began to kiss it with a warm affection that a husband would have. "A-Ah..." A moan escaped out her mouth. Signs of her waking finally surfaced and with a nibble on her sensitive neck, she slowly peeled open her eyes to let light enter her world. As her senses came to, she felt the heat of her husband's body up against hers along with his kisses on her nape. When she finally came to, she could feel her pussy moistening to his hard shaft. She turned to see him giving her a warm smile. "Yeobo..." She whispered. "Good morning Tiffany." He responded as he leaned in for a kiss. She tucked her lips in and turned her head to refuse him just as the morning alarm sounded off. 9:00 AM the digital clock flashed. Startled by this, Tiffany turned to shut off the blaring noise before getting back up. Her husband's hand on her shoulder attempted to bring her back. "Yeobo, not now. I have to get breakfast ready for Tim." Tiffany said, fighting back his hand. "Isn't he just eating cereal? He can get that himself." He answered, pulling her back down. Losing her strength, Tiffany fell back onto the bed as she felt the barrage of kisses on her skin. His stiff cock caressed itself once more against her pussy as she gradually felt it moisten up. She tried to fight back her urges in order to lift her body up once more and was successful, peeling her husband off of her. "I know, but he leaves soon so I want to do everything I can for him as a mother.""You spoil him too much." The father responded, unhappy his fun was interrupted. "You think?" Tiffany smiled before moving to the edge of the bed, "Are you going to eat?" "No, I think I'll sleep some more." He responded, turning around to lie on his other side. "Okay, sleep well." She placed her legs onto the floor and stretched a bit before looking back on the clock. Only a few minutes had passed, so she had plenty of time to get ready. Tiffany stopped by the adjoining room to see how their baby was doing. A recent newborn daughter was still sleeping in the crib. Tiffany smiled as she looked upon the bundle of joy nestled up in the small bed area. On the nightstand next to it stood two pictures. One of Tiffany and her husband back when they were almost twenty, with her stomach enlarged from their first born. The other was in the hospital, just after giving birth to their second child. Although aged to motherhood, she kept most of how she looked back when she was in her mid twenties, being told that she hardly aged. The two pictures next to one another detailed how she looked, still holding her early, physical traits. She let out a small laugh upon staring at the pictures laden with memories. Her time with her husband in the past was a bit too fast, and she was pregnant at an early age due to a mishap. The two married as a result of their mistake, but many years later, now loved one another and their firstborn dearly. It was a warm household of four, and they looked to keep this way. After she was done with her reminiscence, Tiffany went to the bathroom to clean and wash herself off before heading to the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl, spoon, milk and the cereal box, she headed to her son's room. She never intended to spoil him as much as she does now, but when he reached the age she was when her mother passed away, Tiffany couldn't help but smother him with love. With these thoughts in hand, she arrived at her son's room. Upon reaching the door, she entered, knowing that the meticulous Timothy would always wake up right at this time. "Good morning Tim." Tiffany greeted. "Good morning mom." He responded. Sitting up with his back laid against the wall with a pillow and legs straight out, Tim's eyes were staring at the television screen in front of him. He turned to see his mother now dressed casually before looking back at the screen. Tiffany approached with the items in hand and placed them onto the nightstand next to him.
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