You were almost grateful that your two young toddler kids— megumi and tsumiki, hadn’t woken you up at an ungodly hour like usual, to make them breakfast. Leaving them to sleep through the morning for once, which felt like a one in a lifetime situation

It was almost too good to be true until you woke up from a completely different reason. At an almost offensive time on a weekend morning.

You were almost about to question why until you felt it behind you. A heavy army draped around your waist, keeping you close while you felt lazy but heavy drags of something warm and hard grind between your cheeks. Like it knew it undeniably belonged there.

You didn’t have to question it, not when your husband was breathing heavily in your ear from behind, practically dry humping his boxer clad erection against you while he himself was still half asleep.

Tojis free hand found its way under your shirt, travelling its way up to toy with your chest. Squeezing and kneading your soft flesh like stress balls while he gives a particular long drag and pressed right against your covered core

“Mornin’ mama..”