Jack is such a tease.
But, he's great at giving blow jobs for a virgin. I sure as hell can't wait until I can sleep with him. It'll be awesome, but it'll be amazing and loving too. He's so hot. I just want to take him again and do so many bad things to him. He wants to do them too. He tells me he's horny as hell all the time, so - soon, I will pound him into the mattress and rock his world.
If he doesn't fall asleep, like he normally does.
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Beau is by far the most perfect child anyone could ask for. I feel bad because I wasn't there on his first day of life, to potty-train him, to hear his first word, any of it. Still, he's ours and I love him as though we've had been all along. He's wonderful. We decided that Jack and I would move in with Dad, because we had spare rooms and it was only Dad and I. My room had always been pretty big but pretty empty. I just had a bed, a desk, and my dresser. That's it. One half of the room was completely empty. So Jack put his dresser, vanity, and bean bag chair in that corner and we slept on my bed. We then turned Dad's room into Beau's room. Dad hadn't slept in there once since Mom passed away, but since him and Eli were a thing he went to Eli's often. We moved all of his stuff into the lounge, so he had a couch, TV, his bed, and his dresser and one small coffee table. We bought a new child-sized bed and then got a dresser, and other toys for Beau. We did all this the day before my birthday.
Jack's mom was most upset that she was a grandma at a young age. She felt old and she didn't like that she was a pregnant grandma. She also missed having Jack right down the hall from her.
"It's just Mo and I. I hate that. I want to be with you, too," she said, emotionally. "And little Beau." Even if she was upset with being a grandma, she still adored Beau.
This is when I got crazy. "Just move into our house."
Her, Mo, and Jack just stared at me.
"Well we have a guest bedroom that only random family members will use, but none have visited in a while and there's plenty of room. Hell, our house is pretty barren as it is."
It was true. Mom and Dad never cared about the appearance of the house because they never had anyone over. There was a loveseat couch in the living room, one recliner, a table, a lamp, and then the TV. The kitchen had this really small, poker table, but since we never used it we used it for Beau's room. And, so, they moved in. We took all of the stuff in her room and put it into the guest bed. We took one of their couches, another recliner, their table and chairs, shelves, and a few other things and we were set to go. We also did all of this the day before my birthday. For whatever furniture was left over, we simply put it on the lawn with a sign saying it was free.
"What about Noelle?" Winnie asked.
"There's a lot of room in Beau's room. I'm certain he wouldn't mind sharing. Or otherwise we have the walk-in closet."
"You expect me to put my child in the closet?"
"I was in the closet Mom," Jack mumbled, receiving a glare from his mom.
"It's not a small closet. It's really big and there's nothing but junk in there but we can put all that in the shed. There's also a window and the closet is attatched to your room."
"It's perfect."
"Fine."
We just moved the junk to the shed and let Mo and Winnie worry about how to decorate the room. There was one thing, though.
