Summertime Loving

Travis felt a sudden warmth splatter across his face, the rush of her release hitting him unexpectedly, but he didn't let up for a second. He kept his mouth pressed firmly against her, his tongue and lips working with a relentless, hungry rhythm as he continued to drink in every ounce of her pleasure. Each taste only fueled him more, and he showed no signs of stopping, savoring the addictive sweetness of her climax.

Yumi's entire body responded uncontrollably, her hips bucking and legs trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, knuckles white, her back arching as her mind seemed to dissolve into pure sensation. She was lost in it—her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes rolling back as her climax peaked, flooding her senses with overwhelming pleasure. Her release came in a hot, uncontrollable gush, coating his face, her voice escaping in breathy, broken moans that echoed around the kitchen.

As she continued to twitch and pulse, her muscles clenching with the last tremors of her orgasm, Travis finally lifted his head, his face glistening with her essence. He watched her body shudder, noting how her legs trembled as though unable to hold her steady. A satisfied grin spread across his lips as he took in the sight of her, still coming down from her high.

Glancing down, he noticed the way her release had dripped down onto the floor, pooling in glistening drops. He smirked to himself, wiping a bit from his chin.

'I guess I'm a professional now,' he thought with a silent, victorious satisfaction, watching her recover, her breath still catching in soft gasps.

Travis hadn't expected to enjoy pleasuring her as much as he did. Growing up, he'd sworn he'd never do anything like this, but as he matured, he began to see how intimacy like this could deepen a connection. It wasn't just about the act; it was about making his partner feel valued, fulfilled, and desired. So, he'd put his unspoken skills to the test, and by the time he finished, poor Yumi lay motionless, completely spent.

With a soft sigh, he bent down, gently lifting her into his arms, careful not to disturb her. She looked peaceful, almost angelic, her body relaxed from the intense experience. He carried her into the living room, where he pushed two couches together to create a makeshift bed. Draping a cozy blanket over her, he made sure she was comfortable, tucking her in so she wouldn't be cold. He even dressed himself, wanting to ensure she wouldn't feel embarrassed when she woke up.

Once he was sure she was resting peacefully, he quietly made his way back to his room, wiping his face as he walked.

'Time to work out,' he thought, feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction settle over him as he mentally prepared for his next challenge.

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[ Monday Morning ]

Travis was jolted awake by the loud creak of his door swinging open. Groggy, he sat up just enough to see Jenny storm into the room, her face set in irritation. With a sigh, he rolled back over, pulling the covers over his head, hoping she'd just leave.

"Wake the hell up!" she shouted, her voice slicing through his half-asleep state as she marched up to the bed, standing right over him.

"Why should I?" he mumbled, turning his back to her, eyes closed, facing the wall. His tone held an edge of defiance, one he knew would only irritate her more.

Not missing a beat, Jenny grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, forcing him to face her. Travis opened his eyes, ready to brush her off, but was struck silent. She was standing there in a thin, blue shirt, and it was soaked, clinging to her skin. The fabric, now nearly transparent, revealed the soft curves of her breasts, and he found himself mesmerized, unable to look away.

Jenny's lips were moving as she talked, clearly scolding him about something, but her words barely registered. His eyes were fixed, tracing the outline of her form beneath the shirt, each subtle detail visible through the damp fabric. When he finally snapped out of it, he realized the day—Monday, a reminder of what was to happen today. With a sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

As he rose, Jenny's gaze flickered over his bare chest, taking in the defined lines of his muscles and the lean strength that came so naturally to him. She felt a sudden flush creep over her cheeks and quickly looked away, silently berating herself.

'Why does looking at his body make me feel this way? I know I'm not attracted to this idiot,' she thought, frustration mixing with the blush she fought to hide.

She cleared her throat, turning toward the door. "You'll find me in the bathroom," she muttered, before hurrying out.

Travis smirked, reaching for his clothes. Her blush hadn't gone unnoticed.

'One step at a time,' he thought with a sly grin as he got dressed, his mind already anticipating what the day might bring.

Travis made his way down the hall and into the bathroom, only to be greeted by a puddle of water pooling on the floor from the burst pipe. He let out a tired sigh, glancing down at Jenny, who stood beside him, her eyes filled with expectancy, as though he held the secret to every problem in the universe.

'If Mom were here, she'd probably say, "As the man of the house, you should fix this,"' he thought, almost hearing her voice in his head. Right on cue, Debbie appeared, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Sweetie, can you fix this?" she asked, her tone warm and hopeful.

Travis offered her a nod and a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I guess. Let me get to it," he replied, before heading downstairs.

He made his way to the basement, found the main water valve, and turned it off, stopping the water flow instantly. Grabbing a wrench from the toolbox, he returned upstairs, where Jenny, Yumi, and even Debbie lingered, all of them watching as he took to the task. Travis knelt down, his movements focused as he tightened the pipe, his forearms flexing with each turn of the wrench. He could feel their eyes on him, a mixture of anticipation and admiration as he handled the repair with steady confidence.

Yumi's gaze lingered on him, her cheeks warming as she recalled the previous night. Every movement seemed to add a new layer to her thoughts, a new glimmer of attraction.

He finished the job with a confident turn of the wrench, then stood, passing Yumi with a small smirk as he brushed by her. She bit her lip, eyes following him as he moved to test the faucet, twisting it on. The leak had vanished.

Job done.

Debbie beamed and wrapped him in a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Who needs a plumber when I've got my sweet boy right here?" she said, her pride unmistakable.

Travis smiled, feeling the glow of accomplishment. He could still feel the warmth of her kiss on his cheek, a small spark of satisfaction settling in his chest.

'Do I have a mommy kink?' he wondered with a smirk.

TO BE CONTINUED