"So has there been anyone special in your life? You know it's been awhile since dad passed." I asked as I washed the dishes from dinner. "I have been courted a few times and this last month. The first one wasn't for me. The second one wanted me in his harem. Your father taught me I'm a queen and should be the only one. This last one, was far to pushy about things. So I figured that I'm done with trying to find someone. All those years with you dad, taught me that I deserved to be cherished and treated as a equal. Not to be a option or the flavor of the month." Mom sighed softly.
"So tell me how you met this Homer fellow?" Mom asked me as I joined her at the table. "Okay so I was at the lounge that I usually go to after work if I had a tough day. He came over to me and I told him about my day. Homer had told me I wasn't perfect and no one had expected me to be perfect. It was also dad's anniversary. So I went to leave but instead I left with him." I explain, feeling greatful for my complexion.
"You slept with him the first night you met him. What happened then?" Mom sighed rubbing her forehead in irritation. "The next day he actually kicked me out saying he wasn't gay yada Yada. Two weeks pass and I didn't hear from him. But I went to one of Georgia's charity event and she was offering people's time instead of vacations. Homer got me coincidentally, the following day he took me on a date. We've been dating ever since." I shrug. "Does he know about your past with that bastard?" Mom growled.
"I'm telling him when I get back. Homer has been so open and honest with me about his past relationship and his life. I know for a fact he won't look at me any differently after I tell him. But it's the fear of him leaving me afterwards that's stopping me." I sigh. "You need to tell him anwụ. Don't keep him in the dark." Mom said holding my hand. "I know. I know." I groan. (sunshine)
"Hearing you talk about him, he seems to be a very direct, if not blunt, person. If he's been willing to be transparent with you and the fact that he's willing to wait for you to catch up. It's amazing. Homer sounds wonderful. The way you talk about him it's like me talking about your father. I can't wait until I meet him." Mom says as we stand up from the table.
"You'll love him. Ka chifoo." I say kissing her cheek. "Daalụ nwa m dị oke ọnụ ahịa." Mom whispered. (Goodnight. Goodnight my precious boy.)
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Groaning as I shut off my alarm, I grab my phone calling Homer. "Watson speaking." Homer said. "Hello baby. How is everything thing at work?" I asked yawning. "Everything is fine. You didn't have to call me, you know. I know you're tired." Homer hummed. "I know but I missed your voice." I sighed as I hear him grunt.
"Remy you've only been gone for a day. You're sweet on me, huh." Homer teased me. "And what if I have? You're not getting rid of me." I say to him. "I know. I don't plan to." Homer sighed. "I told my mom about you. She wants to meet you." I chuckle silently.
"I hope you told her good things." Homer grunted. "I told her the truth. How you're kind of a asshole. But I like that about you." I hum softly. "I know you do. I like you're personality. How kind and caring you are to others. I also like how responsive you are to me." Homer gasped softly.
"Mr. Watson are you jacking off to my voice?" I teased. "Yes I am. Go into the bathroom Remy." Homer breathed heavily. Moving into the bathroom, bending over the sink. "You're bent over the sink aren't you?" Homer asked making me smirk. "Yes I am. I'm waiting on your cock to fill my greedy little hole. My hole to clenching in anticipation." I tease. "I bet it is. My fingers would slide into your mouth so I could slide them into your hole." Homer said, his voice deeper almost sounding like it was behind me. Slipping my fingers into my mouth I moan softly as I imagine Homer watching me. Sliding my tongue along my finger, softly sucking on them.
"I bet you look so erotic right now. Taking my fingers from your mouth I would rim your hole, stretching you, caressing your walls, making you moan my name." Homer hummed as I inserted a finger in my hole, pumping it slowly in and out. Adding another I bite my lip trying to repress my moan. "Oh God. You sound so gorgeous. I can imagine your dark green eyes starting to grow hazy as I finger you. Your mouth gaping for air as your skin heats up with lust and desire for me." Homer moans softly. Taking my fingers out, I grab the lubed up dildo, easing it into my hole.
"Homer....ngh I want your cock in me." I moan into the phone as my other hand works to dildo in my ass. "Fuck yourself Remy. I'm about to cum just from thinking about you in that position." Homer says his breath hitching as I thrust the dildo into me quickly drawing me closer to my orgasm.
I bite my arm trying to suppress my moans as my eyes roll to the back of my head as the dildo touches my prostate. "What I would give to see what you look like right now." Homer moaned softly. "H-Homer....I-I-I'm mmmh cumming." I whimper softly. "Come with me Jeremy." He replies.
My legs tremble as thick ropes of orgasm form a puddle on the floor. "You drive my absolutely crazy Remy." Homer chuckles. I hum softly. "I'll let you go now. I know you have to work and I need to get some sleep." I say wiping the floor clean.
"Okay. Talk to you later Remy." Homer says hanging up. Easing out the dildo, I get in the shower cleaning myself readying myself for bed.
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Home Is With You
RandomFifty year old Homer Watson is a distinguished lawyer in the booming city of San Francisco, California. Divorced from his wife of a decade, he finds himself drowning in his workload with a empty feeling inside. His nephew decides to take him to a n...
