Positive Reinforcement - Pt 4

It's summertime, and with it comes all of the usual activities to the Flagston household. The younger siblings are away at summer camp, week upon week filled with hiking, canoeing, campfire sing-alongs, and what have you...a much-needed break from what would otherwise be three months of them being constantly underfoot, slowly driving their parents to the brink of insanity. Chip, however, is much too old for camp...his days now filled with a good old-fashioned summer job, working part-time as a stocker at a nearby grocery store.

For Hi, however, it's just another day of the year. Get up, get dressed, throw a cup of coffee down his throat, kiss the wife goodbye, and then he's off for yet another day of slaving away at the office. Lois, on the other hand, can do as she pleases once the dutiful wife thing is complete...a wave to her husband as he backs down the driveway, a press of the garage door close button, and the day is hers...well, that is until she gets Chip up and out of bed.

Down the hall and into Chip's room, she's now gotta raise Chip from slumber and on his way to work as well...which, much like any other young man his age, is like trying to raise the dead.

Lois: Chip, sweetie. It's time to get up.

Splayed out across the bed and face down on his pillow, Chip grumbles and groans, his voice muffled and half-asleep.

Chip: Umph. Five more minutes.

Lois shakes her head in annoyance, reaching out to shake the slumbering young man. Chip murmurs something unintelligible as he rolls over, carrying the pillow with him to shield his eyes from the light of day. Lois blinks repeatedly, a scandalous little smile forming in the corner of her mouth. She could get him up and out of bed...or she could take full advantage of the morning wood projecting the bed sheet upward like some linen teepee.

He may be half asleep, but...at his age, sex is always on his mind...Chip knows full well what has captured Lois' full and undivided attention. A hand slips beneath the sheet, grasping the base of his manhood, his other hand pulling the pillow aside...just far enough for Lois to see a sleepy-eyed face grinning back at her. The blonde housewife rolls her eyes, knowing entirely well what is on the young man's mind.

Lois: Uh-uhh. You know the deal, young man.

Indeed, he does, their long-time 'reward' program still in full effect. Before it was a matter of him doing some task...mowing the lawn, pulling weeds in the flower beds, waxing her car, etc...and then he'd be rewarded. Now, with summer in full effect and having the house to themselves for a good chunk of the day, the simple act of him going to work for a whopping four hours was reward-worthy enough.

Chip sees a glimmer of hope...a little quickie before he's off to the grocery store? Just as he casts the sheet aside and rolls off the bed, Lois pulls open her housecoat, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Just as he stands to greet the curvaceous figure before him, the nude woman sits down, practically falling backward on the bed. A handful of bed linen, she drags the sheet over her body with a salacious smile.

Lois: I'll be right here when you get home from work, sweetie.

Four hours...an eternity when all you can think about is what's waiting for you when you get home. Four hours...it might as well be forty hours when you spend the majority of your workday with a perpetual hard-on. Four hours on the dot, and Chip bolts through the automatic doors and into the parking lot beyond. A screech of tires and five rolled-through stops signs later, Chip jams his car in park after bashing a sidewall into the curb in front of the house. Up the sidewalk, fumbling for his house key, and he's inside...and just now notices that he hadn't even taken off his work apron. Come to think of it, he can't even remember if he'd clocked out after his shift had ended.

True to her word, Lois is right where she said she'd be....having fallen asleep soon after Chip'd left for work. Herself now sleepy-eyed and face down in a pillow, a bed-headed Lois peers over her shoulder, awakened by the sound of size-twelve sneakers clunking onto the hardwood floor. Lois can't help but give him a pursed-lipped smile of amusement, watching the young man dance around as he tries to free himself from a pair of tight-fitting jeans.

No sooner has his long-since hardened manhood found freedom, Lois sweeps the sheet aside, her heart-shaped derrière there to greet him. Chip shuffles up the bed, straddling her thighs, the housewife pivoting her hips and arching her back just enough for him to...  Lois doesn't even bother to tell him to slow down...she knows he's not going to. Chip shoves himself into her thigh gap, his thick head pushing past her labia. The pair of blondes let out an almost mirrored groan of delight, the thickest portion of his shaft slipping inside...the lip of his helmet glancing past her g-spot a split second before the base of his shaft smacks against her ass cheeks.

Chips doesn't waste any time...having been pent up for so many hours. A full retreat, only the tip of his head remaining inside, he thrusts himself home again and again. Her ass cheeks undulating with every successive smack, Lois buries her face into the pillow...literally biting it...Chip's glans pounding against her spot with every single stroke. God damn...how did he get so good at finding it?!

Has it been five minutes...of fifty? She can't tell...Chip letting out a tell-tale waver of an exhale, denoting that the end is near. Chip quickens his pace and shortens his strokes...Lois and Chip's faces scrunching up into matching oh-faces.

Lois: D...  Don't...  H'OHH SHHH... Don't come... OHMYFUHH... Don't c-come in...

Lois's entire body tightens, the bed sheets balled up in her fists. At the opposite end, her toes splay wide, her thigh muscles threatening to cramp as her body goes rigid. Chip explodes as he pulls out of her, a stream of pearlescent ooze splattering across Lois' cheek and down the side of her neck. A second bridges her open lips as she cries out with delight, the remainder settling across the bridge of her nose. A third and a fourth, landing between her shoulder blades and pooling in the small of her back.

Chip collapses atop her, completely spent, the pair practically hyperventilating. Cramps averted and releasing her death grip on the bed clothes, Lois smiles as she shivers all over, her body quivering in micro-climaxes.

Lois: You were ph-phenomenal, sweetie...  M...  Make me c-come like that before your father gets home...  And you're c-calling in s-sick tomorrow.

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Original Art by Rage Grenade

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2