Then, I turned and walked over towards my son's small bed. I lifted myself up (knowing that he was looking at my ass as I did so), and then dropped onto the bed and rolled onto my back. I hit an empty Mountain Dew can with my hand. I picked it up and looked at Anthony Jr., raising my eyebrows.
"I am going to clean up tomorrow," he said and I laughed. That was more of a promise that I usually got.
"A man should take care of his house," I said, tossing the can onto the floor, "And his woman." And with that, I spread my legs wide on the bed. My p***y lips split open, the air now warm and even stuffy in the room wafting across it. I turned my head to my son, reached one hand out and beckoned him with a curl of my finger.
Anthony Jr. rose slowly, not a quick, childish scramble like I expecte
