"Dinners almost done," I yelled out from the kitchen.

"Ok," Brandon yelled back.

Brandon is our sixteen-year-old son, Travis and I also have a daughter named Jenny, who is fourteen. Our life has changed a lot since we first met. If you would've told me twenty years ago that I would've had a sugar daddy, then married him and had two kids with him, I would've laughed at you.

But here I am, standing in our kitchen, cooking dinner for our family. I removed the pot of mashed potatoes, turning off the burner as Travis bolted into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. I stood there watching him as he turned to look at me with this goofy grin on his face.

He stormed over to me, taking my face in-between his calloused hands as he slammed his lips against mine. He backed us up until my back made contact with one of the kitchen counters.

"What are you doing? The kids are in the next room," I said in a hushed tone, after pushing him away from me.

"Yeah and they're watching their favorite show, which means we only have like twenty minutes until it's over," he said as he dragged me into the pantry with him, closing the door behind him.

"Travis wai-,"

My sentence was cut off by Travis's soft lips. I tried pushing him away again as his lips trailed down to the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the side as I caved in. The cocky bastard knew I was weak to him. He knew where all my sweet spots were, and he used that to his advantage.

I reached down, unfastening his jeans as my hand slipped into his boxer briefs. I wrapped my fingers around his hardened length, earning a groan from him as I picked up speed. Travis removed my hand from his pants as he spun me around, forcefully bending me over the deep freezer that was in our pantry.

I could feel my pants and underwear being yanked down before I could feel Travis at my entrance. Travis spread my legs further apart. I could hear him tearing open the condom packet, followed by a moment of silence, before he began to push his way into me. I couldn't stop the low moan that escaped my lips at the feeling of being stretched by him.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Travis groaned out as he began to thrust in and out of me.

I grabbed a hold of the sides of the freezer, trying to find some balance as Travis's thrust grew faster and harder, causing my legs to feel like jelly. Travis grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back as his lips net mine in a heated, sloppy kiss. He leaned over me, his hand going south until he found what he was looking for.

His fingers began to rub my clit in a circular motion, causing me to shake from being overstimulated. His free hand went under my shirt, finding its way to my left breast. He shoved his hand under my bra as he began to play with my nipple. He pinched my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.

"H-Harder," I moaned out.

Travis removed his hand from my shirt as he placed it over my mouth, trying to quieten some of my moans as he began to ram into me. I could feel that familiar knot in the pit of my stomach as my body began to shake from my orgasm.

"Don't tighten around me like that," Travis groaned out as his movements became sloppy before he moaned out from his own release. His hips bucked a few more times as he rode out his own orgasm before he stilled.

He let go of my mouth as we both tried to catch our breath. Travis slowly pulled out of me, as I slowly slid to the floor, my legs feeling like jelly.

"Sorry baby, I think I went too hard on you for it only being a quickie," Travis said as he pulled off the condom, as he threw it into the trash bin followed by the wrapper.

"I'm fine. I am the one who asked for you to go harder," I said as Travis pulled his jeans back up, before he knelt down on the floor beside me, pecking me on the lips before smiling down at me.

Travis opened his mouth to say something before the voice of our son interrupted him.

"Mom? Dad?"

Our eyes widened as our daughter's voice joined him.

"Shit," I whispered out as I frantically stood, pulling my pants back up.

We quickly straightened our clothes out before Travis grabbed a bottle of coke off of the shelf. I ran over to the trash can, pulling the bag out as I threw open the door of the pantry to see Brandon and Jenny standing at the stove.

"Thank you for getting that off of the shelf sweetie," I said to Travis, who gave me a confused look before he looked down at the coke bottle in his hand.

"It's no problem, baby," he said, smirking at me as he walked over to the kitchen table.

"What are you doing?" I asked the kids as I stuffed the bag into the trash, thanking God that the bag wasn't see through.

I don't know what I would do if, God forbid, the kids saw the condom in the trash bag.

"Just seeing what was for dinner is all," Brandon said as he grabbed four cups from the shelf.

He walked over to the fridge as he began to fill the cups up with ice.

"Want me to set the table?" Jenny asked.

"If you want to, sweetie," I said as she gave me a quick nod.

While the kids were busy, I glanced over to Travis to see him smirking at me while he placed the food on the table. I flipped him off as he laughed at me, causing the kids to give him a questioning look. I sighed as I walked over to the table, taking my seat as everyone else followed.

I couldn't help but feel so much joy as I looked around at the view in front of me. I couldn't believe that I was married and with two beautiful children. Twenty years ago I was in a lot of debt, abusive relationship. I felt like I was all alone in this world.

That was, until Travis found me, and he gave me so much more than I could've ever asked for. Travis must've felt me staring at him, because he smiled at me, reaching over to grab my hand, giving the back of it a kiss before staring at me with so much love in his eyes.

"Geez, you two are so lovey dovey with each other," Jenny said.

"It's really gross," Brandon said as Jenny agreed with him, causing Travis and me to laugh.

"You'll understand one day," Travis said as he looked back at me again.

I couldn't help but lean over as I gave him a quick kiss, causing the kids to make gagging noises at us. We pulled away laughing as we all started eating dinner.

God, I really was so lucky.