You Call It Chaos, We Call It Family

Chapter 10

"Is it my birthday already!?" Owen moaned while finding himself unable to stay away from Claire's breasts — as usual. She was finding his lips on them to feel extremely good, better than usual.

It was after 9PM and after the incident with Mason about five weeks ago, the inevitable bees and birds conversation was bound to happen. Both Owen and Claire had to thank Karen for taking the kid away when the image was fresh in his mind and for easing up that parents-son conversation during their ice-cream. The couple had had about an hour to get it together and figure out how to handle this one.

They hadn't gone into much detail, taking advantage of the fact that the kid was still too young to understand what was going on, so a straightforward answer and explanation should have done the job. Claire and Owen had decided to handle it the most casual way; if they acted like they had been doing something bad, then the whole thing would never die.

Mason had been told that they had been having some alone time since no one was home, letting him know this was completely normal between two adults who were in a relationship. They'd also taken the opportunity to explain that if he ever found the door to her bedroom locked, then it meant they were having some alone time. It was a conversation that had lasted for about an hour but they both were relieved at how mature Mason was through it all.

Claire giggled completely in the moment. Since their talk with her son, she had been able to enjoy sex with her boyfriend better than usual, without any worries about being caught, since Mason now knew to respect those alone times and boundaries.

"They are more delicious than ever..." Owen nuzzled her chest, hearing her moan softly, both still keeping it low, but they played soft music in the bedroom now to help them muffle anything that might get past her bedroom walls and door.

Owen could swear her breasts were bigger too, but he was not complaining, he was loving it. Claire kept brushing him off saying it was all in his imagination.

The redhead flinched when he cupped them. "Ow!" She scolded him. "What did they even do to you!?" She playfully added at how hard he was playing with them.

Owen chuckled and started teasing her, making sure his fingers rubbed them gently even through her groans.

"You have them all sore already. How about you focus on something else?" She giggled, grabbing his wrists and pulling him away.

Owen wiggled his eyebrows playfully and started to peck down between her breasts and her abdomen. He nibbled on her belly, making her moan softly, her fingers brushing the back of his head.

"No... go back...up~" She nibbled on her lower lip when he started going south, asking him to keep kissing her abdomen and stay focused on that bloated area in her body.

Even after spending a great night with Owen, the following morning Claire was dealing with a headache from hell and the fact that Mason had just dragged one of the kitchen stools all along the tile floor to reach out for some pop tarts didn't help.

The screeching sound almost made her lose it; she immediately covered her ears, feeling goosebumps rising on her arms. "Mason! God! How many times have I told you to lift it up and carry it over? Is that too hard to do? Is the stool too heavy for you?"

The kid was looking at her with big green eyes, not understanding what he had done to deserve that scold. He looked down and frowned. It wasn't until Owen fetched the box for the kid that he smiled, just at him though. The adult carried the stool back to its place and tilted his head, trying to find Claire's eyes; she was completely lost in her own thoughts, rubbing her forehead while leaning against the counter.