Seeds of Tomorrow

37

Krist sat in the driver's seat cackling with his father-in-law as if they were a couple of teenagers while they waited for Rocco to clock off work. He had no clue they were there, nor did he have any idea they'd moved the TLX from its spot behind Panera and parked it by the Target.

Rocco had gotten his driver's license the day before and had been allowed to take his father's car to work that day. Atira's father, Douglas, was essentially a big kid and could not wait until December to purchase Rocco's car. And Rocco's dream had come true. He would be the official owner of a newer model Subaru WRX STI, the car he'd been begging for.

The plan was for Rocco to walk out of work and shit himself when he saw that his father's car was missing. When he called frantic, Krist planned to act angry and pull up a moment later in Rocco's car. As much of a dick as he was, Krist wasn't sure if he could pull off the ranting without cracking a smile or laugh.

Atira sat in the front seat of the Acura with Audrey and Gabe, all three of them completely cheesing and ready to watch Rocco's moment of panic.

"I might need to get me one of these," Krist told his father-in-law as he fiddled with the stick shift, mimicking the sound of the turbo flutter.

He and Douglas had taken turns driving the car from the dealership in Portland to Kelso. Though Krist worried about his son driving like a dipshit, he, himself, had also driven it like a complete and utter dipshit. As had the old man.

In fact, the two of them had goaded a Hellcat into racing them down i5, not that the Hellcat needed much goading. The driver had been around Krist's age, equally douchey and down to go.

"How long until he gets his first speeding ticket?" Douglas wondered aloud.

Krist stroked his facial, "By the end of the month," he chuckled, "I'm not paying for it though."

At 4:38 that afternoon, Rocco walked out of Panera, his eyes rapidly scanning the lot. The horror on his face was obvious as he began to pace outside the building. Krist had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing when the phone rang.

"H-hello?" He answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Uh...dad? Did you...did you take the car from...my work?" Rocco asked, voice shaking.

"Why would I take the car from your work?" Krist repeated.

He could see Rocco bury his face in a hand as he rushed back into the restaurant, "Because...like...it's not..."

"It's not there?" Krist asked him, adding a little oomph to his tone, "What do you mean?"

"Dad, I...I locked the doors, like how did...I was parked in the right lot and even if I wasn't, nobody tows any cars," Rocco stammered.

"Oh my fucking god, are you saying my car got stolen?" Krist demanded.

Rocco sniffled, causing Krist to feel a bit guilty, "I think?"

"Bruh...what the fuck...well, Atira is over at the Safeway right now, just walked over there and she will drive you home. We will figure this shit out," Krist told him, "Hurry, though, because she's literally checking out."

And with that, Rocco exited his work to find his mom over at the grocery store. Krist and Douglas snickered anxious to see Rocco's reaction. The poor kid was in tears when Krist laid on the horn to get his attention.

"Hey, Rocco!" He yelled, stepping out of the car.

Rocco immediately realized he'd been set up, "Holy shit!" He gushed, cupped his hands over his mouth, "No fucking way."

"Better than that piece of crap Acura your dad drives, isn't it?" Douglas laughed, and Krist shot him a pretend look of offense.

"Is this..mine?" Rocco wanted to know.

"It's mine, jealous?"

Rocco pushed past him, "Shut up, thank you, Grandpa!"

"Do you love it?" Douglas asked.

"Fuck yes! Oh my god. I need to go show someone from work!"

Rocco hurried into his work, nearly skipping with excitement. He returned with a petite girl with colorful pig-tails that Krist could only assume was whoever had him questioning his feelings for Evie.

"Oh my gosh!" She said, bouncing in place, "This is so cool!"

"I can give you a ride home from work," Rocco grinned sheepishly, catching the look of warning from his father. He had been told not to put himself in risky situations while he was with Evie but he was nearly grown so nothing Krist could do beyond judging.

"You got to drive your grandpa home," Krist said, clearing his throat.

"Hell yes! Road trip!" Rocco cheered, "Annie, you close tonight, right?"

The girl nodded.

"You want a ride?"

"Um, yes!" She grinned.

****

"My dad is taking the kids to dinner," Atira announced, "That means we have the house to ourselves for a good three hours."

"Is that right?" Krist grinned, pulling her onto his lap, "What do you want to do?"

She slipped an arm around his shoulder, bringing her lips to his earlobe, "I've got a few ideas," she murmured as she slipped her well-manicured hand to his awakening cock, stroking it through his Dickie's.
Thirteen years of marriage and she still made him as hard as she had when they were teenagers.

Krist reached down to unfasten his belt, allowing her to free his cock before giving it a few slow twisting strokes. He leaned his head back on the sofa, closing his eyes as she worked him.

Atira spit on the head of his member before engulfing it with her soft lips, bobbing her head up and down while her delicate hand massaged his full balls. It had been a few days since he had bust and he planned on giving her a fat load.

"Damn baby," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair over her ear. He sighed, feeling his orgasm building, "Imma need you to stop, that shit feeling too damn too."

Atira looked up, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously as she licked the underside of his head lightly, teasingly, "Is that a bad thing?"

Another sigh came from Krist's lips, "It is if you tryna get fucked," he told her. His wife gave his cock another slow, firm lick before sitting up, kissing him passionately.

Krist's hand found her hungry sex, nudging her pulsating clit with his fingertip. He loved the way Atira, who was always so prim and proper in public, spread her legs so lewdly and writhed beneath his touch.

She straddled him, guiding him inside her tight wetness. Krist gripped her thighs as she rode him until his hot semen exploded into her womb. He held her for a long moment, his face in her chest.

"Goddamn," he said with a laugh, "If I wasn't fixed, that load would have gotten you pregnant for sure."

Atira wrapped her arms around his head and giggled, "You drive me crazy but I love you."