KISSES FOR GLORIA

No one under the age of fourteen has any sex in this story. Considerable editing has been done to meet the standards of this site. At age of twelve the two personalities began to diverge. Ria wanting to stay at twelve and Glori advancing. By actual age of sixteen, Glori was at that age in mental age, but Ria was at mental age of fourteen and her sexual experiences started then. When Gloria meets Brad, she is at real age of almost eighteen, but Ria is still stuck at age fourteen.

I wrote this story about five years ago and I am surprised that it holds up quite well for my beginning status at that time.

WARNING: This is a very edgy story, so if you are insulted about older man/younger woman interactions, please find a different story to read.

KISSES FOR GLORIA

I am walking Daisy the dog down the street to the leash-free park. She did it to me again, twice this year. I made the mistake of letting her know that I am on a two week vacation. Couldn’t talk my way out of it. Mona wants more than just being my neighbor, but that is enough for me.

I am a 56 year old bachelor, living alone. It is lonely at times, but I have gotten used to it. I work part-time now, in semi-retirement. Reading is the most exciting thing I do now. I go out very seldom, except on my several weekly exercise walks.

The route that I am taking today is the same one that I usually use for my exercise walking and there is that little red-haired teen sitting on the bench again. She looks so forlorn and lonely. Hardly looks up as I or anyone else passes by. Could she be here all alone? She looks like she is about fourteen by her dress, but her body silhouette says some years older.

As I pass by this time with Daisy, she seems to show some notice. I passed on by to give Daisy her playtime on the grass with her friends. Mona brings her here often but later in the day. At this time of the day the field is virtually empty of dogs. So, I unleash her and sit down on the offered bench inside the fence and watch Daisy do her thing, which comprises running to all corners of the yard and then nosing up to her fellow canines in residence.

I thought of the mid teen appearing girl as I sat there. And when Daisy returned, I decided to see if I could make some contact with her. I leashed up the dog and walked up near to the teen, leaving about 6 feet to not crowd her and said, “Say young lady,” as she looked up. “Daisy here wants to meet you, may we approach?” There was a very little smile and a nod.

Daisy actually just loves people. She is some kind of multi-breed about the size of a Sheltie and has the uncomplicated personality of ‘sucking-up’ to anyone who will give her attention. While finding amusement at her personality, I am not beyond using it, at a time like now. She noses up to the teen’s knee and licks her hand as it is lowered to her. When the girl reacts positively, Daisy raises up and puts her paws on her legs and begins then to lick the girl’s hands while she is defending her face. A bigger smile now. I could see that that was enough for this time, so I excused us and nodded, then moved along back towards home.

The next day, much to Mona’s surprise, I offered to walk Daisy again. And when she was done inside the fence, I again approached the little teen and asked if she would like to pet the dog again. It is hard to reject a friendly dog, and she didn’t. As she engaged the dog, I asked if I could sit on the bench. She nodded, shyly. So, I purposely sat at the extreme opposite end of her place and let Daisy stretch out the leash to attend to the girl. She seemed to want to play with Daisy for some time, so I let them have their little ‘love-fest’ as long as they wanted. When I told her that I had to go with Daisy, I slipped in that my name is Brad, and she in a low whisper said that hers was Gloria. I said a friendly goodbye and left.

The next day, I brought cookies along with some coffee in a thermos, Daisy seemed very anxious to get her running done and get to the real mission, engaging with Gloria. As they played together on the bench, I opened up my sack of cookies to enjoy them with my coffee. Gloria noticed them and after a few minutes asked if she could have one. I said, “Sure!” And she grabbed a handful, just like a little girl would. She did share one with Daisy, though.

After a couple of weeks, on one of the few days that I wasn’t working then (Tuesday through Friday noon,) I asked Gloria if she would like to walk with Daisy and me. I confined it to seeing distance from the bench, so as to not spook her. While being very quiet; she, none-the-less seemed to enjoy our little walk.

The first real conversation that occurred between us was on one of these walks when she informed me that the next week would be her birthday. I said great, and informed her that mine was two weeks after that. I thought a minute and then used one of the index cards that I always carry with me to write a little note to whoever was responsible for this little girl. It identified myself and asked if I could give her a little appropriate gift for her birthday. I asked Gloria to pass it on to her parents. She said that she would do so.

The next time, she passed on a very neatly written note from inside of an envelope that said that it would be ok, but to let them examine whatever I gave her before she could accept it. When the day came to give her the very pretty card with a simple appreciative message on it and the inexpensive but very cute ‘mood ring,’ I put it in a paper sack sealed with tape. And I told her to give it to her mother, first. She was very excited about it, like getting a Xmas gift that she couldn’t open till that day.

The next time I saw her, she was wearing the ring on her left engagement finger. I suggested that it should be on her right hand, and she informed me that that was what her mother had said, but it was on the finger that she wanted it on.

“OK,” I responded. And she expressed her enthusiasm for what she was going to give to me. I told her that anything from her would be welcome. She smiled and looked down at that comment. I was alarmed that I might have been too forward or had hurt her feelings, but a smile that I imagined had submerged passion in it was her further response.

The following week, she sat on the bench in a very excited state. Daisy again hurried up her required exercise in the yard to be with Gloria on the bench. As we then walked for a bit, she handed me a very cutely decorated brown paper sack. She had obviously done the decorating herself, as she had done with the card inside. It was all very touching and the two cupcakes that were included were decorated, one with my age and the other with H.B. She handed me the one with my age on it and confiscated the other one for herself. She said, “I made them myself.”

I was very touched by all of this. We had become very quietly good friends. And I was looking forward to seeing her each time it became possible to do so. As we approached the bench to part ways for the day, she impulsively reached up to pull my head down and kissed me eagerly right on the lips. Before I could register the shock and react to it, I returned the kiss very tenderly on her cheek.

At that I heard from behind me, “Hey, what are you doing to that little girl, there? Get away from her or I will call the police!”

I nodded to Gloria, quickly thanked her for the presents and left with Daisy pulling back towards Gloria in tow. I didn’t think that I should come back here for a long while, and supposed that I would never see Gloria again.

Later that day, I received a phone call from my boss at work. He informed me that I was suspended for the time being because of a police report of an incident at the park that seemed to include me. He asked for an explanation, so I asked him to put the phone on record and I would dictate a report of what happened. When it finished, he said thank you and he would get back to me.

Three days later he called back and reported that the matter had been resolved and that I had been absolved of any wrongdoing. I could report to work as normal at the end of my vacation. He did pass a request from a certain police officer for me to report to him to finish clearing up the complaint and to sign the report that I had made on the incident.

I went in that day and met the officer who was a bit wary at first, but seemed to be a lot friendlier when he put all of the pieces together. He told me that Gloria was considered as mentally troubled. She was stuck at the mental age of 14 while the rest of her body was aging normally. The parents had her go to the park each day to get some fresh air and for her to interact with people there as suggested therapy by her counselors. This had not worked until I and Daisy had happened along and introduced ourselves. The parents were not concerned about our interaction, since it had been watched by her chaperone sitting nearby all along.

The lady who had filed the report was concerned for the young girl, even though she didn’t know her. The police had let her know that despite what she saw, nothing wrong was involved. She wasn’t very convinced of that. But, she responded warmly when the officer commended her for being a concerned citizen and asked for her to continue to be vigilant. That settled her down.

I later learned that Gloria was actually 18 now, with her recent birthday. That she was the youngest of four siblings, lived with her parents and had been certificated out of high school at the actual age of 16 because they didn’t think that she would learn anything more of use to her. She had limited math and language skills, was very shy, but otherwise a very healthy young woman.

Even before knowing all of this, I was very concerned about how Gloria was taking the sudden cessation of our relationship, especially when it had seemed to open a few doors for her mentally. I decided to leave things alone for now, since I might be on shaky ground over this after all.

I started receiving little love notes pushed through my mail slot in my door every once in a while. At first there was no signature, but of course I knew who it was because of the childish scrawl and the simple hearts on them. Somehow, Gloria had found out where I lived. And she didn’t want to lose contact with me. I began to leave little innocent notes for her on the house side surface of the square pillars on my front porch where she could find them when she dropped off her notes, but which could not be seen from the street. We had not seen each other face to face since the kiss, though. Except for once, I saw her with an adult woman (parent?) at Value Village when we both accidently were shopping there at the same time. We saw each other but didn’t react as far as any other person would have noticed. I saw a little pucker on her lip, though. Another time I saw her as I drove through a neighborhood, but she didn’t see me. She was playing with some preteen kids in the street.

After a couple of months, I got a personal visit from her mother at my home. I didn’t know who she was at first, then I recognized her as being the lady that was with Gloria at the store when I had lately seen her. I asked her politely what the visit was about. She equally politely responded that it was about Gloria. And she asked to talk with me about her. Before I would let her in, I asked if this was going to be at my harm, if I let her in. She said that she didn’t think so. So, I welcomed her in to see what this was all about.

She began, “Mr. Hudson, I have come here to discuss your situation with Gloria our daughter. With the way you have handled things, my husband and I attribute no harmful action on your part. In fact, you have been very respectful on a couple of occasions. We are concerned about your intentions towards our daughter from now on, though.”

“I’m sorry, but I have never heard your name. What would you like me to address you as? And you can address me as Brad, if you want.”

“Irma, will do. I am Irma Feldstein and my husband is Gunther.”

“Well Irma, I can say honestly that I haven’t thought about any future with Gloria. I have been hesitant to see her, and for all that I knew, you folks would not welcome me contacting her again after the situation at the park. Gloria had somehow found out where I live and has been giving me little notes to keep contact. I have returned simple friendly ones to her in respect for her effort to produce and deliver the ones that she brings to me. In addition to that I have not thought ahead.”

“Yes Brad, we know all about that. And we have seen the ones that she worked on to bring to you, and the ones that you sent back to her. We can find nothing offensive about any of this. I would like you to know that Gunther and I have nothing but the highest respect for how you have handled things up to this point. And that after considering and discussing this for some time with my husband, and especially upon seeing what effect you are having on her state of mind and her life, we have no objection to your continued associating with her. We don’t care what some busybody or governmental organization thinks about this, we are her parents and have final control over her.”

“This certainly puts a different spin on things. As you should know, I am alone here. I am not lonely, because I have a very nice life, but I would very much like to be able to include Gloria in my life as a friend. I think that we already had achieved that while I was seeing her at the park. But, what about the consequences of that. Even though she is somewhat backward in her mental and social state, her body is on the cusp of adulthood with all of its possibilities?”

“We have discussed just this situation with her counselors and doctors. We know what might happen. We are neutral about that, but would be very concerned if she was hurt in any permanent way. You see, Brad, she has never related to any person the way she has related to you. Not even to us, her parents for a long time. We see genuine and remarkable improvement in her since you started taking an interest in her. And she was very hurt when you were jerked out of her life.”

“I am glad that I have been some kind of positive influence in her life, I am very fond of her. But, you know that I am 56 years old and perhaps of another culture than her. And I have a heart, too. If we continue in association, no promises by me to where it might take her and I. But, I would never hurt her in any way deliberately.”

“Because of her mental status, she would never be accepted by any appropriate young man, especially in our culture. We also care about her very much, and want her to enjoy the most that life can offer. And despite everything that you or anyone else might say, both my husband and I think that you are the best one to provide this to her. Also, in our culture it is not unusual for a young aged woman to become attached to a deserving older man. If he treats her right, no adverse judgment is attributed to it, either.”

She continued, “Another thing to think about. For your information, she is not a virgin. She had a brief fling with a young man her actual age over a year ago. He was not of a bad sort, he just couldn’t face a continuation of their association. Evidently, he liked her very much, but was very sensitive to what others said about him being with her due to her mental state. In talking to me about it, she informed me that she had enjoyed the physical act, very much. She is ever so open to me about her feelings. She seemed to react with the same kind of enthusiasm to the kiss that she shared with you. We hope that you will be patient and responsible about anything that might occur in this manner between you two. I bring this up, because even though you might not have thought of this possibility, her parents have and we believe that on some visceral level her body is working towards that goal, even with her condition of mind as it is.”

Humbled and a little shaken, I responded: “Irma, you and your husband have certainly thought things out. And you have been very forthcoming and encouraging to me. I have no idea where things will lead between Gloria and me. I will not force anything upon her. But, of course, my heart will seek what it needs too. I will just try to moderate it. And I think that it would be best if I don’t know your address, so that if things should become strained between Gloria and me, she would have a safe retreat to flee to, until things get ironed out. Perhaps, one of you could drop her off when it would be appropriate for her to visit me, and let me know through her how long she can stay each time. Also, I will give you my cell number and email address, so that you can communicate with me as you desire. You can give me yours, when you think that it would be appropriate.”

She got up to go and in parting said, “I think that that covers everything Brad. Gloria has each evening after 5 and all day Wednesday and Thursday off of work. What days, work out best for you?”

As I escorted her to the door, “I have Tuesday thru Friday morning off. Anytime within them would be fine. Just let me know in advance, please.”

She turned on the porch and said, “Yes we will. And thank you for your time and interest in our daughter.”

She turned to leave before she could see my nod in assent, but she knew it was there anyway. She left feeling very good about things.

I returned to my chair, stunned by the whole visit and its discussions. None of this had occurred to me, and I saw that I would have to be very patient and so gentle with her. ‘I’ll just have to see how it goes,’ I thought.

The next Tuesday I received a text message asking me if 1 pm on Wednesday for an hour would work out well for me. I responded that that would be fine.

On Wednesday right at 1 pm, their car arrived and Gloria bounded out of it and ran up to me waiting on the porch. Almost bowled me over in her enthusiasm. I caught myself and gave her a hug. Then, I waived at Irma; and Gloria and I went into my home. I led her to the couch and motioned for her to sit down. Arrayed on the coffee table were several kinds of cookies and several kinds of pop. She selected some cookies and 7-up. I poured it into one of the frosted glasses that I had prepared and then poured my own root beer for myself. She smiled as she ate the cookies and drank her drink while holding one of my hands and leaning onto my shoulder.

We then watched one of her favorite cartoons, while she laid her head on my shoulder.

When it finished, she asked me to brush the cookie crumbs off of her new blouse and skirt. I had no brush handy, so used my hands to do it. When my hands brushed over her breast, she looked up at me and smiled. Before my hands could proceed lower, she took them into her hands and kept them clutched at her bosom. She looked directly into my eyes and moved in to kiss me, while she encouraged my hands to caress her chest. I was stunned by all of this, which had come to be so quickly and unexpectantly. She looked at my mouth and then opened her lips and proceeded to kiss me very soundly and with a lot of emotion and pleasant sounds. She pressed her upper body up to mine with my hands still anchored to her breasts. My fingers had begun to actively partake of her chest and seemingly on their own had sought out her nipples. They responded by sticking out and hardening to the touch.

I patted her head and then told her that she should stand up so that I could brush off the rest of her. I suggested that she needed to be presentable when her mother came to get her. She agreed, so I guided her into the kitchen and began again to brush her off with the crumbs falling to the floor. However, when I then brushed down to her nether regions, she again smiled at me and moved in to hug me again. Right then I heard a horn go off and knew that Irma was here to pick up Gloria. So, I gave her a little kiss and led her out to the car, opening the door and settling her in. Irma nodded as they left, and Gloria seemed just a little down as they drove off.

Later that evening, I got an email from Irma telling me that Gloria had very much enjoyed the visit, and that she would text me the next week to let me know what arrangements could be made, if they would work out for me. I replied that I had thoroughly enjoyed Gloria’s visit and would love to have her come again.

The next Tuesday, Irma texted to me that Gloria could come at the same time and this time stay for 3 hours if that was OK. I replied that that would be fine.

When Wednesday at 1 pm arrived, the car pulled up and Gloria got out with the same enthusiasm that she had had the previous week. Again, she bounded up the sidewalk and almost knocked me into the Holly tree next to the front door with her energy. I was expecting it this time and so braced myself and gathered her into my arms while I steadied myself. Irma smiled while she drove off.

We entered the house, arm in arm and again first settled on to the couch. This time I had popcorn, several kinds of cookies and her 7-UP and my root beer with the glasses. I had the T.V. on to her favorite cartoons, so she settled in next to me to enjoy her cookies. This time she was wearing a two-piece bathing suit, with a straw sun hat and a very brief skirt over the bottoms. It was very cute on her.

As she ate her cookies, she noticed a stuffed dog that one of my nieces had left here when she had visited a couple of months ago. She was 7 and simply adorable. Her mom (my younger sister) had stopped by on her cross country move to visit for a week. She and I had always been very close, and I think that with very little encouragement, she and the little niece would have stayed on. But, she had a nice job waiting for her in L.A. and I thought that she should give that a chance first. She reluctantly agreed, and I was left with a stuffed dog.

Gloria asked if she could hold it. I readily agreed and it seemed to really please her. She then seemed to want to play the ‘brush-the-crumbs-off’ game again. And motioned for me to do so. I was into the game this time and so began by kissing the crumbs off of her face, centering my attentions on her lips. She made me linger there for some time. I had to check inside of her mouth with my tongue, at her insistence and she checked out mine, too.

Then it was down to her chest, with her firm eighteen year old breasts nicely outlined in the fabric of her swimsuit. The nips showed off well too through the fabric. She then used her hands to move my attentions down to her nether regions, using them to cause mine to linger far longer than the removal of a few cookie crumbs would require. Then my hands proceeded down her lovely legs, all the way to her feet in her flip-flops.

She took a couple of sips from her drink and then told me, “Papa Brad, I am worried that some of the crumbs might have gotten down into my swim suit. Could you please reach into the top one and see?”

With considerable enthusiasm, I agreed to do so. None were apparent to me as I reached down under the top of the suit. I did encounter two very firm and warm mounds of woman flesh there, though. And the nips were very hard to the touch. I said to her, “Oh my, I feel something there, I wonder if they could be cookie crumbs?”

She smiled and said, “Maybe you need to take this top off and see.”

And, so I did. No crumbs there, but her breast came into view to me for the first time. They were glorious. I cupped each of them, one in each hand and caressed them as I admired them. She motioned for me to move my head towards them, so I did and opened my lips to give them their due attention. I proceeded with this and kissed, sucked and suckled on them for some time. All this time she moaned and smiled and looked up at the ceiling and passed on loving words to me.

Finally, she observed: “Brad, maybe you need to check out under my bottoms, too. But, just remove them so that you can check them while seeing there.”

I helped her to remove the bottoms and first saw her very pretty and sexy undercarriage. Her belly had a slight roundness, her mons was pronounced, her clit showed between her pussy lips and protruded towards the front. She was shaved, except for a small patch above her mons. Her legs were somewhat separated at the groin, so that her pussy slit was observable all the way back to her anus. I spend some time making sure that no crumbs had made their way down to this precious region. And she insisted that I check it closely, with my hands and eyes.

She was visibly flushing by this time and motioned for me to get even closer and to use my tongue to make absolutely sure that there were no crumbs in her pussy. So I used my lips to scour the area for any recalcitrant cookie crumbs that might have found their way to there. I didn’t find any, but had a lot of fun trying. She was enthusiastic about my efforts, too. Finally, she asked me to use my tongue up into her vagina for the final assault on any possible hidden crumbs. With this she rose up, began to squirm and then climaxed with her pussy shooting her cum right into my mouth.

No apology given. None needed. And she caressed my face with one hand as she still held on to the stuffed dog with the other.

She took my hand and guided me up on to the couch, and then snuggled up to me and laid her head on my shoulder. She rested for a while and then her hand found its way to my nether region and encountered something very long and hard. She expected that. She smiled up at me again and said, “Papa Brad, we need to do something about that.”

Gloria had no time sense, and our time was over two hours gone. I wasn’t sure that anything could be accomplished in 45 minutes, with us still having to get her dressed, too. She said that she had done this before and so I let her proceed. She fumbled and then finally removed my belt. Lowered my pants and then she opened my shorts to reveal my manhood at full attention. She lowered her head, stroked my cock with her one free hand and then took me into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, while she cupped my balls. Kissed me down the shaft and briefly took my balls into her mouth and gently sucked on them.

She then had me reenter her mouth and began to alternately swirl with her tongue, suck with her lips and dip me up into the back of her throat. It didn’t take long for me to cum profusely into her mouth. She licked all of the cum off of my shaft, showed it on her tongue and then swallowed it. We then heard the horn, and so hurried to get her dressed and my pants up so that we could get her out to the car.

As she got into the car she handed the stuffed dog back, patted my hand and again smiled up into my eyes. Irma, noticed it all and stoically looked forward to ready to drive away. I felt a little hitch in my heart as they drove off down the road.

Later that evening I got another text with the message: ‘Never saw her wear her bathing suit backwards before! (with a smiley face) Let you know about next week, on Monday. BTW, usually guys wear belts with that kind of pants, don’t they? (Another smiley face)’

And as I thought back about the afternoon, I couldn’t ever remember Irma smiling that much ever before.

The third week I got another text message on Monday, telling me that she could come over on Tuesday from noon to 6 pm. Wow, six delicious hours with her. I thought about what we would do. It occurred to me that we needed to do something other than sex for that day, so I planned an outing for us to have fun and to bond in a social way to add to the intimate feelings that we already had for each other.

When she arrived she was wearing a little girl skirt and blouse. Since she was small of stature, it didn’t look jarringly out of place on her. But, if a person was to look very closely at her, they would become suspicious that she was much older than her apparel seemed to indicate. But, to the casual observer, it would look like we were a grandfather and granddaughter out for a day of fun. And that is how we played it. She was expecting more, of course, but I wanted to focus on other things today.

We took a walk through the forested park, and I pointed out the different trees and shrubs there and told her about the things that I knew about them. She became very interested, because since she had to work hard to learn, she appreciated all that she could add to her fund of knowledge. When we came out we stopped at a small store there and had Slushies’ for a snack. Then we walked on to the boardwalk on the ocean side of the park and played the games there and rode the rides. She enjoyed the Merry-Go-Round the most. She rode it like a little girl, but made sure that I saw her panties as I watched from a bench off of the ride as she came around each time. She was laughing out loud, with her head held back, except a sly look in my direction on each circuit with the flash of her cutie little pandas and bears when she passed me by.

When she got off, she was very wound up and excited, so we walked back to my home hand in hand. When we got there I settled her in on the couch and moved to the kitchen to fix dinner. Soon, she joined me there to watch and then to help with my preparing hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. She had told me before that these were her favorites.

When they were done, we fixed up our plates and moved to the living room with the T.V. on to her favorite cartoons. She seemed to like watching the same ones over and over, I guess it is because since she knew how they would go and end, she didn’t have to think hard to enjoy the story. Sort of like a little girl enjoying the same stories read to her night after night when she went to bed. All of this time she managed to eat her dinner with one hand as she held the stuffed dog tightly in her other arm. There were no overt intimacies involved, just a little girl and a man cozied up together watching T.V. and enjoying ‘white person soul foods.’

Then after finishing as much of the meal as she wanted, she leaned over and put her head into my lap and dozed off, tired from the exertions of the day. She was so sweet there that I didn’t have the nerve to disturb her, and so I leaned over and laid my head onto the couch arm and napped myself, too.

We were awakened to her mother’s horn and we hurried to get her ready to leave. Not that there was much to do. But, none the less I walked her out to the car and she hugged me before she entered. She let me affix her seat belt, probably just to foster the closeness that she so enjoyed with me. Then with a little smile and a nod to her mother, they drove off.

Later that evening, I got a phone call from Irma.

“Hello, Brad. Can we talk for a while? I have some things to share with you, now. You have shown yourself worthy of knowing a lot more about Gloria and our situation and your possible part in it.”

“OK, Irma. Is there anything for me to be concerned about? Is she OK?”

“She is fine, but a little disappointed at what didn’t happen today. She totally enjoyed the outing and meal. The nap, too. But, she thought that maybe she had not been a ‘good girl’ and so you didn’t play with her today like she likes.”

“No, nothing wrong happened. I just felt that we needed to have a different kind of fun today, so that we would bond together better and not take the ‘other’ for granted. No, she was very sweet and I enjoyed our time together, also.”

“I sort of thought so. I will tell her so that she doesn’t need to worry about it. She is so very sensitive to the feelings of those that she holds close. And there are few of those in her life. You have the starring role in that area, now.”

“I am very aware of that, Irma. But, I want to be very careful of things between her and me. I don’t want it to degenerate into something that looks like I am taking advantage of her.”

“Brad, you are being wonderful for her. And no one here thinks anything bad about you and her. We can’t help what others might think, so we all need to be very careful and contain all of this between us and her. She is very open to me, but will not reveal any of this to others outside of our little support group. Now, I need to share a few things with you Brad that I could not talk about with before. Since you are intimately involved with her, you may have guessed at some of this.

Up till she was twelve she acted like pretty much any other young girl, only a bit slower in learning and very shy. We had been warned that something was to come, but it was a bit shocking to us when it happened. We are serious folk and not used to any unusual modes of family conduct. But, she began to develop two personalities, one the little girl that she still was and the other the grown woman that she would become. She got her period right then, perhaps this was the trigger. It was tearing her apart right before our eyes. We talked to her doctors, but they had never seen anything like it before, and were want to institutionalize her. We absolutely didn’t want that for her. So, we researched everything that we could find on the topic. Even very obscure information. And after she had turned fourteen we found a sex researcher that said the only way to unite the two personalities, without undo harm to her, was to recognize both of the persons who were developing in the same body and unite them with sex while recognizing the younger teen personality at the same time as her older one.

You can recognize what a shocking thought that was to us. She was a late life baby, and we have never done anything sexually outrageous in our lives. Oh, we are not ‘prudes’ as it is said. But, the thought of our ‘little’ girl having sex at the age of fourteen just knocked us back onto our ears. We discussed this together out of her hearing and decided that we wanted this to be contained within the family. This would present a lower risk of the authorities finding out, with the risks to her continued living with us at stake. We decided to use her father to initiate contact, since she trusted him above all others in the world. He had always been so loving and kind to her. And patient, too.

So, with a lot of trepidation, he pursued her a step at a time over several months until she allowed him to enter her. It was like a revelation to her. She thoroughly enjoyed the intimate contact, and if we let her dress in her mid teen night clothes and hold on to one of her stuffed animals during intimate contact, it seemed to fuse the two together and she calmed down. Since he is an older man now, there was no way that he could keep up with her awaked libido, so he then recruited her older brothers to share in the efforts. They were very uncomfortable at first, but grew to adore her even more as they catered to her needs which became more and more exotic.

The boys moved off to their own lives away from here and so a month ago it left her papa to take care of her needs. Then you had come along. We were a bit concerned at first, but as you showed yourself to be very considerate and respectful, we entertained the hope that you might help to fill in on the providing for her needs in this regard. After the flap over the kiss at the park, we tried to show unconcern to the authorities, so that you could be seen with her later. We found out where you lived and brought her to leave the notes that she prepared to see what your reaction would be. She was so happy at your response. And we decided to give it a chance between you two. So, we have incrementally increased the time between you two to see what would happen. We are very happy with the results so far. You have shown yourself to be very considerate of her quirks, without any negative recriminations on your part at all. She is so happy when she comes home from being with you. And we guess that she adds a lot to your life, too.

She was a bit disappointed, though that you two didn’t ‘play’ the last time you were together. We ask that you please include some time each time she comes to share in this with her. It takes some of the burden off her papa when you do. It has become obvious to us that she needs this at least once each day to keep her on balance. And no worry about it, it means a lot to her. Just be aware, that she is in to some very exotic things to practice. I will let you discover those things for yourself. Don’t worry about it, she will show you what she wants, and will do anything that you want, too. Just please be careful to not seriously hurt our ‘little girl.’

As far as pregnancy goes, we had her tubes tied as soon as all of this became apparent to us. But, they are done in such a manner, that she is supposed to be able to have children later, if it becomes feasible. The doctors tell us that there is no physical reason for her not to do so. And mentally, they think that she can handle it, if she has a strong partner and support system. By support system, I guess that they mean me. (She laughed.) They say that with her frame and her health that she could have as many as four children. I guess we will all let that develop as it develops. We are aware of your age, but if you decide to share in this at some time, we want you to not worry about it. The family will rally around her if need be and help her to cope with our grandchildren.

Brad, she is very happy with you and obviously feels right at home at your place. So, we are open to her staying with you on the days that you are off. That would also give the Mr. and me some time together alone. Starting this Tuesday, we can deliver her to you as early in the day as possible. And she can stay at your home until Friday morning when you begin to prepare for your work week. We will pick her up then. She has reduced the hours on her job to concentrate on her relationship with you on your days off. And she has moved her weekly counseling session to Friday afternoons. Please, just let her call me once a day to keep contact and so that I can monitor how things are going on between you two.

But, don’t worry. She is very excited about this. We have already talked about it with her to see how she felt about it, and she was very positive. We haven’t ever seen her this happy and energized. Perhaps all of this will help to maximize her potentials. No, we don’t expect her challenges to disappear, but she could be getting more out of her life through you than she would in any other way. We sure hope so!”

“Well Irma, that sure gives me a lot to think about. I can say right now that she already means a lot to me. We seem to get along very well together. I am a rather comfy person, living a quiet life and not in to making a lot of demands. She seems to be real comfortable at my place. She is progressing to making herself feel right at home. But, I know that that will take time. I am an older man, so I will have to begin to exercise to keep up with her intimately. But, I am naturally very enthused about that part of life and more than a bit adventurous, too. So, I see no problem there. I can see no reason for her to not come and stay with me next week, just as you have suggested. Unless you hear from me, I will expect her here at the appointed time.”

“I am happy to hear that. We will include what she needs in her overnight bag. Perhaps when she is in her more adult mental mode, you two can go and get her some additional ‘play wear.’ But, remember that she needs to play in her mid teen clothes at least some of the time too, to help keep her persona unified. You will recognize her cues in this regard rather quickly, we feel. And we want you to have the pleasure of discovering these at your leisure to give you your own enjoyment in all of this, too.”

“Thank you, Irma, for all of this. It lays several of my heart concerns at rest. Some of it was becoming apparent to me, and I want to have a well-balanced relationship with her and you folks. OK, I will see you then on Tuesday morning. Please text me on Monday, so that I will know what time to be ready for her.”

“Will do, Brad. And good night to you ‘kind-hearted man.”

“You, too!”

Tuesday morning arrived and Irma arrived at 10 am with Gloria squirming in her seat to join with me. Irma carried her suitcase up to the door and handed it to me. This was probably so that she could see inside to see how things were there for the arrival of her daughter. It must have passed her inspection, since she nodded and walked back to her car with a pronounced and lively step. She didn’t even look our way as she drove off.

I took the suitcase up to my bedroom as Gloria settled again on the couch. As it was too early for lunch, I asked her if she had had breakfast and she said yes that she had. Since I had too, I settled in for a little talk with her to find out what she would like to do on her multi-day visit. Before I could talk, I noticed how she was dressed. Definitely in a young teen mode. She had black ‘Mary Janes’ on with thigh high hose. Above this she had a very short plaid skirt and above that she had a frilly blouse and on her head was a school derby kind of hat with a long ribbon hanging loose. Her eyes were made up and she had a very bright red lipstick on. She sat in such a way to set this off very sweetly and demurely with just a hint of sensuality in her smile.

“Did your mom choose this for you to wear today?”

“No, I chose it myself, she just helped me a little to get it all right. She did do my eyes and lipstick, though. How do I look?”

“Honey, you look really fine and pretty.”

“Thank you, Brad. Would you like to see what I have on underneath?”

“Yes, that would be real sweet of you!”

So, she lifted her skirt to show her me her panties. These were no little girl panties. They were the lacy white slutty girl kind. And they looked fantastic on her. She stood and turned around before me so that I could see them in all of their glory. She then opened her blouse so that I could see her matching bra. These were not appropriate to her outside clothing, but evidently very appropriate to what she had in mind for right now. I took it that she was not going to let another opportunity go by without our special kind of ‘play.’ So, we didn’t. It was all kissing and oral services at this time. She inferred that other things would be shared in that night when we were in bed together. I was grateful since I didn’t want to use up all of my energy so early in the day.

She changed into play clothes and we enjoyed our day together. We walked again in a different direction, with its own narration and snacks. We went to the city museum, where I read the postings and added whatever I knew about each exhibit. She seemed genuinely interested in all of this. Perhaps one on one mentoring would advance her more than what anyone expected. It was alright since I had the time to do it, and a cute audience, too. Then we rode a taxi back home. She had never been in one before. The driver, named Marcus, was very friendly and talkative.

When we got home she joined me in the kitchen to fix dinner. For this meal she insisted on us having the hot dogs with mac and cheese again. We took our plates and drinks, with the requisite cookies for dessert into the living room to enjoy whatever would come up on the T.V. She had a couple of favorite shows that she mentioned, so we made sure that she got to see them.

Later when we were both tired, we went up to go to bed. She went into the bathroom to change. I changed in the bedroom. I sleep nude, but I covered up for her entry into our shared bed. When she appeared back in the room, she had on a cute mid teen sleeping suit with footies and an openable flap in the back that would normally be used for a night time bathroom visit. She had Fred the (stuffed toy) dog in her arm as she entered under the sheets. As she laid her head down on the pillow, she turned towards me and asked me to tell her a story. I asked her what kind of story would she like to hear. A story with a happy ending she requested.

So, I told her the one about the Frog and The Princess. I drew out the story and added a lot of additional intrigue and colorful background. I love to tell stories. She listened very attentively and continually stroked my exposed arm as I narrated this familiar story. When the story was over, she leaned up and kissed my forehead and turned around to settle down in the bed. I thought that perhaps it was all over for the day and prepared myself to go to sleep.

But, after a half an hour or so, she moved her body to lay spoon fashion in my embrace. She took my free arm and pulled it over her body to engage her feminine charms through her jammies. After some very inspiring hands on treatment, she reached behind her and undid the buttons on her backside trap door. While my hand was still playing with her front side, she reached back and guided my member in through the portal and through her legs and into her pussy hole. She was very wet and amazingly receptive to my entry. I heard her moan and whimper during her body movements against me. Not painful whimpers, but sensually sensitive whimpers due to our connection. After several minutes of this I felt her shiver, squirm and squeeze my cock in her with an accompanying climax on her part. After she got her breath back in a couple of minutes, she whispered over her shoulder that she wanted me to cum in her pussy. So, I began to stroke myself in and out of her, while she reached around to hold on to my waist. It only took a couple of minutes more for me to explode in her vagina, causing another climax on her part. As we relaxed, she guided my free hand down inside of her jammies to her leaking portal to feel what I had accomplished. She then reached down and used a wash cloth to wipe away the excess. When she removed it from inside of her p.j’s she kissed and licked it and then offered it to me for the same. I readily complied and then she laid it on the floor for the morning. We nestled together still in spoon fashion and fell deeply into sleep. She still held Fred in the crook of her arm.

In the morning as I awoke, I noticed that she was gone. Fred was still on her pillow, her jammies were neatly folded were she had lain and the washcloth was missing from the floor. I could hear water running in the shower. So, I stumbled out of the bed and threw on my bath robe to take care of my morning business. The shower door was all steamed up and I heard nothing vocal from within. After I had finished with the toilet and washed my hands I told her, “I’ll see you downstairs in a few minutes. I will be fixing breakfast for us. What would you like?”

“Oh, anything! Doesn’t matter.” She replied in a voice that sounded somewhat different.

I shrugged off an uneasy feeling and moved to the bedroom to dress in preparation to fixing our morning meal. As I was preparing the pancakes and eggs, she walked into the kitchen. I briefly looked up and noticed that she was wearing a grey hoodie and sweat pants, unlike anything that I had seen her in before. She moved to the refrigerator and poured herself some ice tea that was there. She then sat down at the kitchen counter on one of the stools and watched me as I cooked. She said nothing, but had a very different look to her eyes.

I asked if she wanted to fill up our plates and move into the living room to watch T.V. and she said that here would be fine. So, I made up the plates and pulled up one of the other stools to join her at the counter. She was very quiet and intent on her meal. When we were done eating, I gathered up the plates and such and she watched as I washed them and put them away.

When I turned to address her, she was gone from the kitchen. I found her sitting in the big chair in the living room. Wondering what this was all about, I moved to the couch, sat down and waited for what she would say.

“I guess that you are wondering what is going on, Brad. Let me explain a few things that my mother didn’t relate to you. I am still Gloria, but this is the Glori version. Up to now you have only encountered the Ria version, except some of me showed through on the cookie crumb adventure. Ria is unaware of me, but I have some awareness of her as she goes about her life. She still thinks of herself as Gloria. We split off when we got our period. Because of a number of reasons, she wanted to stay a little girl. I wanted to move on to adulthood. It isn’t a true split-personality, because we are the same, just that I am more advanced appropriate to our calendar age. We are both very sexual, but she is much more kinky than I am. No worry for you, though. There is enough from each of us to go all around. We collectively still need to have intimacy at least once a day. I can influence her once in a while, like I did to have her pack the clothes that I am wearing, which she would never wear. And yes, my parents are aware of me. I have interacted with my father and brothers, just like Ria has. And they got to know the difference and enjoyed us both. At night, I am almost always Ria, but during the day it could be either one of us. The doctors know about this and hope to fuse us into one personality someday. They think that much of our mental challenges will become more treatable then. But, some things will probably not change much, like our sexuality.”

“Oh yes, I like you too,” Glori added.

“This leaves me more than a little confused as to how to go on, Glori. How am I to treat you when you emerge? What are you interested in to do, today for instance? Do you still want to stay with me here? Are we to be lovers in each of your personas? Why didn’t your mother warn me of this?”

“Just treat me as an older girl appropriate to my calendar age when I am here and we will still get along fine. And everything else will be the same. Yes, I still want to visit and be with you here just as before. Mom didn’t say anything about this to keep from scaring you off, evidently. I would like to do what you would have done with Ria this morning and then we can take the rest of the day as it comes.”

She then stood up and took off her hoodie and sweat pants. She had nothing on underneath. Before I could react, she was on my lap kissing me and her hands were all over me. She kissed her way down to my cock and played with it for some time. She then had me lay on my back and she took the ‘69’ position and vigorously worked on my dick. She wiggled her behind to inspire me to use my tongue on her at the same time, from her mons to her asshole. She was getting very wet as we enjoyed each other, so she got off of me and pulled me up to a standing position. She bent over to put her head on its side on the couch’s cushions and pulled me around to her rear. Then she pulled me forward up to her butt cheeks and reached through for my member which she entered up into her vagina. After a few moments for all of the love instruments to get real acquainted with each other, she began to bounce back against me driving my cock even higher up into her cunt. She got more and more vigorous and I was having trouble remaining standing. Finally she quivered and shook and then popped her cork. When she realized that I had not cum yet, she began to bounce back on me with renewed fury. I couldn’t withstand that for long and came deeply into her young and slim body. Then the both of us collapsed on to the couch. Our panting gradually lessened over the next 15 minutes. But, our smiles didn’t.

She then suggested that we go downtown and buy her some appropriate clothing. Perhaps some inappropriate articles, too. So, we loaded up into my car and drove to the mall. Since her desires in regular clothing were more mature than Ria’s but not edgy at all we went to one of the mall stores selling mainstream lady’s clothing. We wandered around in the store and selected a couple of very fine looking dresses for her to try on. It was early in the day and not busy in the store. The clerks were busy stocking their departments and had to be called to their cash registers, so we were not paid much attention to.

The try-on rooms were empty and unattended. More importantly they were unlocked. So when we got there Glori grabbed my arm and pulled me in. Thank goodness they didn’t have the open ankle panels, where the clerks could see what was going on inside, at least what the ankles and feet were doing, with the option of inferring what the rest of the bodies were doing, too. So, she doffed her clothing. She had nothing underneath again. She listened closely to any sign of clerks nearby and then pulled me up closely to her and began to suck on my cock which she had just delivered from its covering in my shorts. As it got hard, she climbed up on my front, hanging from my neck by her arms. She then slid down so that my instrument entered her chamber. She had me back up to the wall and began to bounce up and down on me. Her eyes got a little wild and she had a little pop. Just enough to get her along for a bit, she said. I got none, but she said that she would take care of that later.

A clerk that happened by ignored my leaving the changing room with her since we had two fine dresses that we noisily mentioned that we were going to buy. We did. And then we moved to Frederick’s to buy some fine undies. In these she went all the way to the edge in her choice of bras and panties. She picked out several choices of each, which I didn’t have the heart to refuse even one of them since I could imagine each of them on her, modeled for my pleasure. She then informed me that all of this would be kept at my place for her use there. That way they wouldn’t get mixed up with Ria’s mid teen things.

After that we went to the LOVER’S store in the mall and selected several gorgeous outfits for her to wear for me. One was all white with a little lace skirt long enough to cover her pussy, but since it was made of lace, it did a poor job of that. Another was black and similar. The last was a truly slutty dress outfit. We also selected some butt plugs for anal fun.

I asked the sales lady to help me with the use of these, hopefully showing me how to install them in Glori, or even her. She said that that was not permitted, even though there was a locked backroom that we could use. I pulled out a twenty and reminded her that she was on commission, so she excused herself to the other salesgirl and showed us to the back. We all entered the backroom and she locked the door. Glori took off her hoodie and sweat pants and the sales girl was encouraged to do the same. After a minute she complied.

She was a bit chunky, but cute too. Glori had her back up to a counter and put her mouth to the sales girl’s pussy. She was at first shocked and then very enthralled at the feelings that ensued. Then Glori laid down on her back on the table in there with her head hanging over the edge. I maneuvered the girl back to sit down gently on Glori’s mouth with her facing me. I then suckled on her naked breasts and licked her pussy while Glori licked her ass and anus. Then as the girl got real excited, I put my dick up into her pussy. She held on to me while I pumped up into her. Glori licked up the liquid evidence of our fun. Then she came into Glori’s mouth and I followed up into her pussy. After that we all got dressed and bundled up our prospective purchases. Gave her another twenty and invited her to visit us some evening. She said that she would definitely consider that and I gave her a card with my phone number on it. Smacked her ass as we left the backroom. We added a few other play items for her account including some that would need a power cord and others that would need a water connection.

With all of this boondoggle stowed in the car we went looking for somewhere to have lunch. There was a small diner just down the road from my home. It was normally very busy, but we entered in between the busy times and it was almost empty. We took a corner table isolated away from the other folks and out of view of anyone except those in the kitchen. The waitress came to take our order with a sparkle in her eye and a bit of a questioning attitude. We just smiled and ordered a small lunch for each. Since this place cooked nothing ahead of time, but only to order, she informed us that there would be a longer delay than regular since the cook was out on his break. We said that that was fine.

Glori asked me what we would do during the wait. I looked up at her through hooded eyes and raised my eyebrows. She took the hint and pretended that she had dropped something on to the floor underneath the table. I told her to never mind, that I would go down and fetch it. While I was crouching down to the gum covered roof down there, she slipped down her sweat pants. I nosed up to her pussy and got right to the work at hand. My tongue worked up and down her slit and in and out of her vagina. It didn’t take long for her to cum, since we were both totally tuned into sex this day. As she pulled up her pants and I extricated myself from my gummed roofed hell, the waitress brought us our drinks. She informed us that the cook was back on duty and she winked when she asked if I found whatever I was looking for under the table. I smiled and nodded assent. She swished her hips as she left to get our meals. Glori and I both noticed.

When we finished our meals and drinks, we gathered ourselves to leave. Glori suggested that I leave another card under the tip, so I did so. We both smiled brightly at her as we paid up to leave, reminding her that the tip was on the table. Her very black face shone as she smiled back and her full hips swayed as she reached over to give us our small chocolate treats and tooth picks. I thought to myself that we would very much enjoy her chocolate treats. We hoped that she would respond to our note. Boy, we were really networking this day. I would have to be careful at first that they only came when Glori was with me. Perhaps later they could come to be with Ria and me, too.

We decided to go home and take a nap after our very busy day so far. She hung up her new clothes in the closet and stowed the toys and underwear in a couple of drawers that I had emptied for her use. In the other dresser, I would provide Ria with a couple of drawers too, for her use so that their things would not be mixed together. By forbidding Ria looking into this chest of drawers, and telling her that the clothes in the closet were a memory of my ex-wife, the hiding of her other self and her place in my life could possibly be hidden from Ria. Of course, Glori already knew of Ria. She teased me that she just might dress in Ria’s clothes some day and pretend to be her. She figured that it would be hard to tell, and she was right. So, a girl who thought that she was still a mid teen and an eighteen year old one that promised to portray one at some time. Wow, I boggled my mind to think of how I had gotten into this. But, I had already figured out a possible way to see through the deception.

We moved down to the living room and settled in together to take a brief nap. We were both very tired after all of the shopping and play that we had enjoyed. We went to sleep with dreams of two pretty ladies on our minds, one white and chubby and the other delightfully black and trim. Funny how a few minutes stretches out when a person is tired. We slept for three hours in each other’s arms and she awoke first and left my arms without waking me.

I moved into the kitchen to choose our dinner, when she arrived again in my presence. She was again dressed in her little girl mode. I didn’t know if this was for real or a diversion by Glori. I decided to just ignore it and see how it played out. Tonight I decided to make a real dinner for us two. So I put her at work peeling potatoes, three large ones. I was going to make cheesy baked potato slices. And I had some hamburger that I was going to fry into teriyaki burgers. I had no buns, but some ketchup would help. For veggies, I picked out two small V-8 cans and set them aside in the refrigerator. No use in spoiling things with ‘real’ veggies. Besides whether it was Ria or Glori, very few young women like their vegetables. But, I thought that I could induce her to drink the V-8 possibly with an added ingredient.

I got the potatoes into the oven with the cheese grated on them, and I started the burgers on the stove. I wanted to make doubly sure that they were well cooked, and I liked them slightly burned anyway. I figured that if I put a generous amount of ketchup on them on her plate, she wouldn’t notice anyway. She seemed to be having a lot of fun in the kitchen. Just another kind of play I guess. She didn’t hover over me, but let me know that she was still interested by slightly bumping into me as she negotiated her way around the room.

After we made up our plates, actually I made up both of them with some very shy comments by her, I admired her as we went into the living room to each watch some T.V. She was wearing a different teen night gown. It was low cut and high-waisted. Showed off her cute teen panties. I could see her butt crack clearly in the back of her panties. Hmmmm, I wonder if that was intended. I guess I will see.

By the time that we had eaten our dinner and watched some T.V. of each of our choices, it had gotten late. So, by mutual consent we put the dishes in the dish washer, cleaned up the kitchen and moved upstairs for the night. She moved straight to the bed and grabbed Fred to be put in the crook of her arm. I got undressed and moved to be under the blankets and sheets next to her. She cozied up to me and hugged me for a few minutes. After a bit, she raised up on her arms and whispered into my ear, “I am so sorry Papa Brad that I was a bad girl today.”

“What do you mean, Honey?”

“Well, I hid from you all day. You must have been very lonely without me being with you. And you must be real sore down there without me to relieve your tension. I know that I am really feeling it. But, to cleanse things between us, you need to punish me to make an example of me and to strengthen your authority over me.”

“I was stunned, AGAIN!!! I had been warned about her exotic tastes, but this was unexpected even with that warning.”

She got up and brought my ping pong paddle with her. She then pulled me up to sit on the side of the bed. Then she pulled up her nightgown and down her panties. She laid across my lap with her bottom at the top of my leg and looked at me. She told me to spank her now and to not spare her as she needed to be taught to be good and fuckable for me. I sighed and began to spank her lightly. It left her bottom slightly red with little dots from the pattern on the paddle. She looked up at me again and scolded me.

“How am I ever going to learn my lesson, if you don’t do a good job of spanking me, Papa? Now do it like you mean it!!!”

So, I began to spank her in earnest. I laid on as hard as I could make myself do it. Her bottom turned bright red and the patterns off of the paddle became more pronounced. There started to be a purple under color to the red on the surface. I thought that this would probably be light bruising. I couldn’t bring himself to do any more. She indicated that that would have to do enough for this first punishment night together. She must have done this before and since there was no evidence of permanent scarring or other damage, I guessed that it would not permanently hurt her.

She got off of my knees and softly rubbed her behind and then with a bright glow to her eyes she pushed me back on the bed and mounted me. She said, “Now I need to take care of your needs, dear Brad. I am so sorry that you were alone today. I will make it up to you tomorrow.”

She rode me like she was riding a pony wildly over the hills and meadows. Her hair flew out like it was being blown by the wind. She bucked and rotated her hips. She flexed her belly front and back. Her profusely wet pussy was leaking out all over my stomach and loins. Her eyes were wild with passion and she looked so very tenderly down at me repeatedly. Her whole body gleamed in the moonlight through the window. It was like making love to a miniature banshee. A redheaded one. I was so turned on and so totally in love with her, it just seemed that whole world stopped and that my love for her was like a fire consuming me. Just then I released my load of love up into her. She smiled and leaned over to kiss me so very tenderly and lightly that I barely knew that she was there. She was bodily in person, but it was her in my heart that I felt at that moment in time that I wanted to last forever.

As I came down slowly from the greatest lust and passion that I have ever felt, she laid on my chest and body. Just melting into my body and psyche. The two of us becoming one. And then I fell asleep.

As I awoke I remembered that it was Thursday. The last full day for her to be with me this week. How was I going to stand her leaving tomorrow? And, who would be greeting me this morning? Glori or Ria? Well, I guessed that I would get up and find out.

When I got down to the kitchen after my morning preparations I found a little girl face greeting me. She smiled up to me and said, “Look Papa Brad, I have made breakfast for us.” She had made bowls of cereal and managed to pour in the milk with very little spillage. At least little that I felt like mentioning. She seemed so happy to take care of me. She still had her nightgown on and when she turned I could see the slight redness that was disappearing on her panty-less behind. She reached back unconsciously to swipe at it, but showed no evidence of flinching. The incredible healing powers of youth, I guessed.

After we cleaned up from breakfast and what was left to do from last night’s dinner, she informed me that she needed a bath and asked me to help her with it.

So, we went upstairs and she started filling the bathtub. I asked if she would rather have a shower and she looked up at me sweetly and said not this time. So, we added some bubble bath and as the frothy mixture raised in the tub, she took off her nightgown and climbed in to the water turning her back to me so that I could see her anus and pussy as she leaned over and entered the water.

She sat with a very pretty smile on her lips in the middle of the tub and looked expectantly up at me waiting for me to guess what came next. I grabbed a washcloth and began to suds her up and wash with some vigor her whole body.

After I had done her hair and upper body, she stood up so that I could give proper attention to her lower areas. She indicated that her nether regions need repeated and determined washing attention. And she leaned over so that her rear area would get the same level of care. She asked that I closely inspect her anal area.

I washed it very well and then took some of the soap and rubbed it around the little brown area and then in to it. We then rinsed her off and wrapped her into a large fluffy towels. We added a small towel around her head to help dry her hair. She looked so cute and she leaned over to kiss me.

She then told me that it was my turn. So she removed the towels except for the one around her hair, laid them on the floor and motioned for me to undress and sit down in her water. She drained some of it off and then replaced the missing volume with more hot water. As this was pouring in she motioned for me to lay down on my back. With me in this position, she washed my hair and then used the wash cloth on my whole front, lingering on my groin area.

She then had me sit up and she washed my back from my head to my waist. After that she asked me to stand up and turn away from her. She used the washcloth all over my rear and down my legs. She then requested that I bend over and so she washed my anal area, even inside of it. Then I was directed to lean over so that my hands were on the opposite side with my rear end at her head level on her side of the tub. I felt her tiny hands and fingers caress and prod around my anal area. Then I felt a tiny wet finger probing into that portal. After a minute or so, I realized that the finger was her tongue. She was actually tonguing out my ass. And it felt great. My cock got very hard, which she noticed when she reached around me while continuing to lick out my ass.

With me a full mast, she quickly dried me off with the same towel that she had used and led me by the hand into the bedroom. She laid a couple of pillows on the bed and handed me some KY jelly. She instructed me to give her anus some more attention and then on her word, grease up my stick and her hole, poking some of it up inside of her with my finger. She then laid on the pillows which greatly elevated her ass. She spread her legs as far as they would go and I proceeded to give her rear hole a proper licking and tongue fucking. When she couldn’t take anymore, she indicated the lube and settled back down to enjoy the festivities. I took some and wiped it all over my cock, and then some to wipe around her little hole and then even more that I put up inside of her. I moved into position and gently began to enter her little hole. She spoke over her left shoulder and said, “harder,” to me. So, I pushed in with more force and her ass raised to accept me. She was murmuring something that I couldn’t hear, but I could hear the crying that accompanied all of this. I hesitated and she shouted, “More…Deeper….Harder….” I did my best to comply and her little ass just swallowed up my elongated and hardened dick. When I had reached in as far as I could go, she began to push back on me as I started to pump in and out of her. The tunnel became amazingly slick, not with blood because I checked on that. She kept begging me to pump in her harder, and then I just lost it and was pounding her as hard as my body could do so. Her bottom was bouncing up and down on the pillows, she was crying out loud and then she shuddered and I shot my load deep within her bowels.

After that she rolled over and took my cock and fed it into her pussy. I just laid there with myself in her belly not even wanting to move. She evidently welcomed that because she just wrapped her arms around my middle, her legs around my waist and buried her mouth into mine. Our tongues were as if welded to each other and our eyes were welded shut. We knew who was with us and we were so happy about it. Later, we fell asleep in that position, with me on top of her little body. We didn’t awaken till later that afternoon, with my cock in her all that time and my body on hers, too.

When we awoke, she went up to the bathroom and didn’t return for a while. I decided to just let things develop, so I grabbed a mystery book that I had been reading and found the place where I had left off. When she came down she had one of the dresses that we had bought for Glori. I could only surmise what was underneath. It was Glori looking back into my eyes as she settled down on the couch to watch some T.V. Fred was nowhere to be seen. Since I was satisfied to read my book, I let her select what she wanted to see on T.V. I didn’t even notice what it was.

We were both getting very hungry, since we hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I didn’t feel like cooking again and would have probably just snacked if she wasn’t there. She didn’t seem to be offering to make us anything, either. Eventually I looked up and asked her what she would like to do about dinner. She decided to ask for a trip to the local burger stand. It had a very good reputation, though it is called the Burger Burp in jest, which is not unusual among local independent stands. So, she put on one of my sweaters and we moved to my car. It was getting dark and my windows are tinted as dark as the law will allow. She looked around and noticed this.

It was about three miles to the stand, and the traffic was very light, with no law enforcement in sight. So, she removed her seatbelt and opened my zipper and took my dick into her ready and warm mouth. My first blow-on-the-go followed and it was glorious. After playing around for a few minutes, she realized that we would arrive there soon, so she upped the ante by being much more vigorous in her efforts with powerful sucking and very deep thrusting. It didn’t take long for that to work. And I came into her mouth. She winked at me and wiped off her mouth on the Kleenex that I kept handy in the car. She was back in the seat belt by the time we arrived at the window.

On the way home, she turned her body so that her pussy was pointed at me and she lifted her skirt and took her panties off. I couldn’t eat my burger very well anyway (it was very thick and had many ingredients that would fly all over the place if I tried to eat and drive at the same time,) so I decided to favor her pussy with my other attentions on the way home. She didn’t cum, but between the flavor-able food and my fingers, she had a fine time on the return trip.

When we got home, I ate my meal in peace and she finished hers while returning to the T.V. I then returned to my book, but she moved over to cuddle with me as we each pursued our different interests. I enjoyed that as much as any sex that we had ever had. It was so nice to have a pleasant person cuddled up to me as I was relaxed and reading. We spent the evening as such and enjoyed it very much.

Later when bed time was approaching, she disappeared again to the upstairs and was gone for some time. When she came down, she had on a shorty nightgown, an adult one that we had bought at the department store. Before she motioned for us to walk up the stairs to the bedroom, she asked if I would bring a low pan, like a cat litter one and a bottle of root beer. I smiled and said yes, all the time wondering what she was up to now.

She asked me to undress and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. Then she wanted me to join her in the bathroom. I did so, and as I entered the bathroom with the pan and the pop, I found her on her knees with her butt up in the air and her head and chest down in the tub with a folded towel on the tub side underneath her to cushion her body. A splendid sight for sure. I also saw a rubber water bottle with a long hose and at the end a plastic holed probe suitable for vagina or rectum. She instructed me to run the water in the faucet until it was tepid warm and then fill the bottle with it. As it filled, she had me place the pan under her vagina and rectum. When it was full, she instructed me over her shoulder to put some lube on the probe and insert it into her vagina. Some of it went in and immediately came out when she signaled for me to withdraw the probe. The resulting fluid drained right into the pan. She instructed me to drain the pan. And then she asked me to taste her pussy. It tasted great to me.

Then she instructed me to give her anal cavity the same treatment, fill the rubber bladder, lube the probe and insert it. This time she required me to squeeze some on the bladder to get the maximum into her anal chamber. A whole lot more went in this time and she was able to hold it in until she could seat herself on the toilet. She then released the liquid and solids. After wiping, she instructed me to repeat the process as she again took her place laying over the side of the tub. It felt real good according to her. And she asked me to repeat it again, till it had been done four times. She then asked me to taste her anal area and up into her rectum. I did so and there was no resident taste at all.

She then rose from her delightful position and took me by the hand into the bedroom. “Brad you love my pussy don’t you?”

“Yes Honey, I sure do!”

“And your root beer?”

“Yes that, too!”

“Well, I am now going to give you the opportunity to enjoy them together.”

I must have looked real puzzled at that statement. She laughed at me and then directed me to hand her the gizmo that was sitting on the nightstand. I hadn’t noticed it up to this time. She grabbed only part of it and installed it into her pussy, using a very little lube. She then told me to drain the rubber bladder and fill it with my root beer. She instructed me to attach one rubber hose from the bladder to the gizmo in her snatch and then to install the other one with a stopper in it to the other portal on the gizmo. She looked like something from under the hood of my car. But all of my favorite body parts were in full view. I was then to hang the bladder upside down just a little above her body from a nearby high-backed chair which I moved into proper position. I could hear some of the liquid drain into her pussy and when I lifted the hose and removed the stopper, it drained through her vagina into my mouth. Then I got it! Both the idea and the wonderful liquid from her pussy mixed with her natural juices and my root beer. Tasted great. Even she wanted to try it out, so I helped her sit up and brought the tube up to her mouth and lifted the bladder higher to match the height of her mouth. She enjoyed it, too.

She then asked me to remove the apparatus for a moment. She took two of the pillows and piled them up in the middle of the bed. She reached over to the night stand again and grabbed the remaining thing-a-ma-bob (round with an expandable ring around the outside and a thin bladder like skin in the middle) and pushed it up into her rectum. She used two fingers to position it the way she wanted it and then took the gizmo that had been in her pussy and with a little lube worked it into her rectum. The two ports for the hoses remained in sight. So, I knew what to do with them and I complied. She told me to raise the bladder a little higher this time and then I unleashed the flow into my mouth from the refilled bladder with my root beer in it. It tasted just like good old-fashioned root beer with no augmentation from her ass. But, the thought of it was very sexy and exciting. Again she wanted to partake, too. So, I traded hoses, so that the long one could reach her mouth and pinched the hose till she was ready and then I let I flow right into her sweet mouth. She sucked real hard and tried to swallow which is not easy when you are on your tummy. So, I carefully rolled her over so as to not disturb her new plumbing and then she could swallow easily.

I removed all of the apparatus, when she signaled me to do so, and took all of it down to the kitchen to run it in the dish washer. While I did that, she rushed and got herself all tidied up for my return. When I arrived back in the bedroom, she smirked at me and asked, “Well did you enjoy your root beer?”

“You bet your sweet pussy and ass, I did!”

“Speaking of my pussy, get those P.J’s off and come up here and fuck this pussy until I cum, no matter how long it takes.”

“As the lady commands,” I retorted. And I did.

In the morning, it was Ria again, and so since her mom was coming soon to pick her up, we contained ourselves and she gave me a shower blow job and I fucked her leaning up into the corner of the shower until she had a little climax. We then dressed to meet Irma, so that Ria could go home. Her mother arrived right on time and I walked hand-in-hand with her to the car. She kissed me and then entered the car where I again fastened the seat belt. She and her mom drove off with them very busy gabbing at each other.

Later that day I got the text: ‘She is very happy. And I hear that you met Glori.’

I replied to her message with: ‘Me too! And, yes I did.’ Nothing else.

The next two weeks were very much the same, only we became a little bit more relaxed with each other and the sex reduced some in frequency. It seemed to me that each of them appeared each day in about equal amounts of time.

Glori was getting more and more of the view of Ria and I, but she refrained from interfering, except a gentle spur to one thing or another once in a while. Not enough for Ria to notice. And Ria continued blissfully unaware of Glori and her influence.

During the second week, we did get a phone call from the waitress inquiring if I was still interested in her visiting us. So, I asked if she would like to go on a picnic with us to a remote and private spot. She seemed very enthused about that, so we recommended that she wear light clothes and bring suntan lotion as the site is in filtered sunlight, but very warm at the time of day that we were going to be there. When she hung up, I asked Glori if she would be ascendant for the picnic, since I thought that the waitress would be freaked out by her returning to her little girl mode. Glori said that that could be arranged, but she didn’t say how.

The day before, we together, that is Glori and I, prepared the food for the picnic. We made the potato salad and bought some fried chicken and Jello salad. We also put a folded-up sun umbrella and a large comforter in the trunk of the car. In the basket we put a few things that might become handy in our ‘playing together.’ Like condoms, since we didn’t know the girl.

She was to join us at noon for the hour drive to the picnic site, so we had everything planned out. Glori also had things planned out. It was now that I came to recognize that Ria and Glori switched back and forth when we made love and came and then slept, either a nap or sleep at night. I couldn’t remember if this had always been the case, but it was now. So, we played together and both came and then took a nap. When we woke up it was Ria with me. We spent a quiet evening that night reading and watching T.V. and then went to bed. We went right asleep, with me excited about the next day and Ria unaware of what was to happen. In the morning, we got into some serious butt play and that brought us both. While I gathered everything together for the picnic, she dozed off again and awoke as Glori, who showered and shaved her pits in preparation for the day of fun in the sun.

She wanted to play right away, but I said, “Later,” very firmly. She took it in good graces.

When Gwynn the waitress showed up at noon, we loaded everything from the refrigerator into the picnic basket including a bottle of wine and my root beer. I then noticed and remembered that she is black. And she looked very pretty in her sun dress and tennies. Then we all loaded up into the car. The girls sat together in the back seat so that they could talk. She made it known to us that she was very impressed with our under the table play, especially that it was me that did the honors that time. I retorted that Glori did the honors at least as often in our play. We even had Gwynn smiling at that thought.

We got to the site to park our car and divided up the materials for our picnic. I carried the single folding chair that I had brought and the girls divided up the rest. When we got to the picnic spot, she looked around carefully to make sure that we would have our privacy. Nobody in sight. We laid down the comforter in a place with partial shade and put up the sun umbrella to give us even more privacy and shade. I set up the chair for me to sit on and the girls laid out the spread from the basket.

I asked from my perch if this couldn’t be a ‘gentleman’s picnic?’ The girls looked at each other and nodded that it was what they were thinking anyway. So they each removed all of their clothes and then proceeded to share in the picnic with me paying no attention to the fact that they were naked and that I was fully clothed. We ate of the food and the girls drank of the wine. I don’t drink when I am going to drive, so I enjoyed the view and my root beer. The girls seemed to be of the opinion that that was alright, since it left more for them. But, I closely monitored Glori, since I didn’t want to have to explain a drunken eighteen year old girl to the police.

When the eating was done and the wine had warmed up the girls, they came up next to me and proceeded to give me ‘the sheik of the day,’ a personal show of girl on girl sex play. They caressed each other (cute white and gorgeous black), while looking over at me every once in a while. Then they hugged each other and played with each other’s tits. While suckling on them, their free hands moved to each other’s kitty. Fingers were in constant motion there and then they disappeared up into each other’s V.J. Finally, they laid Gwynn on the blanket right in front of me and they did ‘69’ for me to enjoy the view of. The way that they were going at it, they also were enjoying it. With some oohs and aahs, they both came and proudly showed the resulting cum to me with their mouths and fingers.

After they caught their breaths, they moved up to me and served up their delicious liquids up to my mouth to enjoy. Then they had me rise and between them the undressed me. Weren’t very gentle about it, either. When I was nude, they had me lay down on the comforter and they ganged up on me in passion. First one would be feeding me her tit and the other would be sucking on my cock, and then they would reverse themselves. After a while of this and when my cock was totally aloft, one sat down on it and the other sat on my face, with them facing each other. I wasn’t even paying attention on who was where. After riding their own respective perches, they again reversed positions so that each was where the other was before.

Whoever was riding my cock was flexing front to back and it was getting my dick’s attention. My lips were focused on the juices coming out of my mouth rider’s vagina. I was out of my mind with lust and then completely blew my cum up into the far reaches of the lucky pussy that was riding me at the time. We all just collapsed on the comforter then and held each other in our arms as we relaxed. I made sure that Glori didn’t fall asleep, and she held her own and remained as she was.

We then played at a very relaxed rate, rotating the pussy work on the chair between the girls and between me and the girls on each of them. They each enjoyed the personal attention that this brought them. Soon, the sun started to go down, so we put our clothes on and packed up to leave. I was proud of the girls, since they made sure that we left nothing behind that we had brought to mar the wonderful scene that we had so enjoyed.

When we arrived at home, Gwynn got out and fervently kissed us both and then drove away. She had said on the way home that we should get together again. But, she might have just been being polite and maybe today was enough of us to scratch the itch. Or maybe not. Time would tell. Glori and I settled in to another lovely night together.

The next week, the clerk from the sex shop called and made a date to join us at my home. She never showed up, though. Perhaps a case of ‘fearful pussy’ struck her. We never saw her again at the shop when we went in there again, also.

On Saturday while I was at work, I received a text as follows: ‘Come over tonight to be with Ria? Bring change of clothes. Gunther will open door. Scarf on Ria’s door. Explain later.’ At lunch, I grabbed my overnight bag and stowed it in the town car for when I would change over to my car later. It was after 9 pm when I arrived, Gunther let me in and turned and walked off with no comment. I climbed the obvious stairs in the entryway and found the door with the scarf. I carefully opened the door to find Ria sitting up and actually reading a book. I could tell that she was reading, since she was sounding out the words. Next to the bed was a chart with the letters listed on it with a picture for each one illustrating how that letter was usually pronounced. I had never heard of this before, but even with her stumbling efforts, Ria was actually reading the book. When I put down my bag and joined her on the bed she showed me the book. It was “THE SHAGGY BAGGY ELEPHANT,” a book that I was familiar with since I had read it in my own youth. I wasn’t surprised that it was still in print. It is a delightful book.

So I took her into my arms and shared reading it with her. We alternated reading paragraphs and I could see her improving in her ability right before my eyes. Maybe it had been latent all the time, it was just coming out now. Of course, Glori was a much better reader already. But it was almost like Ria was catching up with Glori in several regards. We finished the book and settled back into the covers with our arms about each other.

About that time, before we got into anything serious, the door slowly opened and Irma entered the room. As I watched with my eyes stunned, she pulled up a chair to the bed on Ria’s side. She took Ria’s hand and then motioned for me to proceed, evidently without acknowledging her presence with us. Well, Ria and I had done more kinky things already, so I just tuned Irma out and turned her to cuddle up to me spoon fashion. This also allowed her to hold her mother’s hand in one hand and her book in the other.

Ria guided my hands under her familiar sleeper to her breasts to attend to them. She sighed as I played with them and rolled my fingers over her tiny nips. While I was playing there she moved her hands to cause my other arm and hand to engage her through an opening in the front to give attention to her pussy zone, too. The ‘handsie assault” was bringing her body up to a very high level of passion. Up to this point her mother simply held her hand and once in a while leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

With Ria’s coming to a high level of desire, Irma opened up her blouse and pulled out her still very firm and lovely breast. As Ria was guiding my cock into her backdoor opening and through it into her pussy, Irma was guiding her mouth up to Irma’s tit. Ria was obviously nursing on her mother, and also bucking back on my cock. My eyes got even bigger with this situation. After a few minutes of this, Irma moved her hand down to Ria’s pussy and indicated for me to place mine on her other tit. With this I bucked back strongly into Ria and we both climaxed together and I felt a squirt of hot milk on my hand that was on Irma’s tit.

With that as Ria and I laid back to relax, Irma got up into the bed raised up, face down with us and laid between us with her blouse now off. When we rose ourselves she guided each of us to one of her tits and indicated for us to suckle them. I now knew that Ria had been getting mother’s milk while I was fucking her. And now I was getting my share of the very warm and sweet liquid. As I was enjoying myself, I could feel Irma’s hand proceed down to my penis and play with it. It got immediately hard. She reached down with her other hand and while Ria and I were still nursing on her, lifted up her dress. There were no panties there as I discovered when I searched her intimate area with my hand. Ria indicated for me to mount her mother, and so I did. We were all greatly turned on and Ria continued to nurse on her mother as I was fucking her. I then leaned over to again suckle Irma’s breast and both she and I came.

I was just exhausted then. So, she tucked in Ria and I, and then suckled the both of us till we were asleep. I slept the sleep of the dead that night. No dreams. What dream could compete with what was happening in my real life?

In the morning, she was still Ria and ready to play when we woke up. I asked for a little time to gather myself together. She laughed and playfully kissed me, patted my cock and ran off to get some breakfast. I then remembered that I needed to get to work, so I dressed and excused myself to two downturned smiles at my escape to the working world. I had no such negative smile. I could barely contain my excitement at current events.

During the day I got the text: ‘Please come to stay with us on Monday night thru Friday morning. Much to talk about.’

I sent a reply: ‘ OK.’

I rested all that I could on Sunday, even though I worked too. I felt that I knew what was coming starting Monday evening. I also loaded up the suitcase for a week away and with some ‘possibles’ too. I then put it in the car.

Monday night, I arrived at their house late and this time Irma met me at the door. She asked me to talk a bit with her first. I set my suitcase at the foot of the stairs and was led by her into the living room. She said that we would have a lot to talk about tomorrow, but she wanted to know if I could help her out tonight. Gunther had been so busy taking care of Gloria, that Irma had been ignored. It occurred right then where much of Ria’s personality and libido had come from. She said that Ria was going to the doctor in the morning, and that she was nervous about it. So, Irma said that she expected Ria to be asleep when I got up there. I thought it over and decided, “What the fuck!” And agreed to do so.

Irma was a very fine looking lady. Her hair was mostly gray, but she was 5’ 9” and of a slim build with pronounced breasts. She was a very gentle but insistent lover. She had on a very filmy night gown, with a stretchy bodice. She reached up and freed her breasts from behind the bodice and fed the tits alternately to me. They were leaking milk and very firm. Probably hurting her. So, I took up nursing on her. Between the two breasts I got a very full tummy of milk. It tasted great. And the way she served it up to me made it much more special than a couple of glasses of milk from a bottle. It seemed to please her very much too. And she let me know how much her pussy had been stimulated by this by putting my hand to it. I got the message and mounted her as she laid back on to the couch with her legs spread far apart. I didn’t prolong it, but just entered her and pounded away, she came quickly and I did shortly afterward. She sat up and kissed me, then thanked me and let me go to go to bed. These ladies sure did smile a lot when their libido was satisfied. It was very nice to see, too.

When I got up to Ria’s room and put the suitcase in the corner, I undressed and moved under the covers to cozy up to my little lover. She WAS NOT ASLEEP. She whispered that she had come down to see why I was delayed after making some noise when I arrived. She had seen me and her mother together, and she said that she enjoyed it. But, now it was her turn, and since the doctor would be taking a close look at her pussy the next morning, it would have to be up her ass. Yeah, like I was disappointed. So I hugged her for a bit and kissed her, then I cozied up to her rear, which was already lubed up and lowered the rear hatch on her jammies. She reached back and guided my member up into her ass and I quickly made love to her ass and we then both went to sleep.

I awoke to an empty bed. The room cried out with her presence, even though she wasn’t there. I could smell her body. Could feel the vibes. And probably on some level was reacting to the pheromones left behind from her continual presence here. The bed was mussed up from our play the night before. There was a slight stain on the sheets from our ass play. My awakening body and heart was crying out for her to be in my arms. I shook it off and roused myself up to meet the day.

After my shower and shave, I being dressed moved to the kitchen downstairs where Irma was busily fussing around the room. She is a high energy gal, I noticed. Perhaps what Gloria would have become if she hadn’t had her challenges. She was dressed in a common, woman’s home dress. Simple but practical for domestic chores. She looked very fine in it. She turned and smiled at me as I took a place at the breakfast bar. I could see a great looking breakfast already on a plate just waiting for me. She had undoubtedly started it when she heard me fussing around upstairs. It is just amazing the sense of timing that women have in connection with their men. And I guess I am one of hers now, too.

As I sat and ate the wonderful meal, I thought of how wonderful these people really are. Many would condemn them for their unorthodox solution to a very strange situation, but I just felt that they were trying to cope with all of this in the best way they could see and handle. And trying to not lose their basic goodness in the process. Besides the obvious sexual attraction to all of this, I was gaining a genuine love for these people. On a personal level, I feel honored to be included in their inner circle after being alone for several years. I felt meaning in my life. And I felt the love which flavored the meal that I was enjoying.

When I finished the meal and a glass of milk (?), she asked me to await her in the living room, until she finished cleaning the kitchen when she would join me to discuss some very important issues. I agreed and took my book in there to pass the time. I have many years of experience in dealing with clean and devoted women, first my mother and then a wife.

After a surprisingly short time, she joined me on the couch and as I put my book down, she looked me in the eyes and began to calmly talk, “Brad, I have several issues to bring up to you and you will have some decisions to make. I don’t want you to feel in a hurry about any of this, but there is a measure of urgency about them.”

I nodded, silently.

“First of all, I wanted to thank you for the personal attention that you have given me. Poor Gunther who is 70 years old is just overwhelmed by his efforts to help Gloria. It has left very little for me. And I have my needs, too. I don’t think that it is very wise or practical to ignore your own needs too much, even when you are devoted to helping others. It can wear a person down from the inside out and build resentment towards the person who is being helped despite the fact that they are helpless and in need. So again, thank you from my heart. And don’t worry about what Gunther thinks, he sees this all as a team effort to save his little girl and he acknowledges that you are a key team member now.

About the other night with you and I and Ria and the ‘milk.’ I hope that that didn’t offend you. I see by your head shake that it didn’t. I have always loved my boobs to be nursed on. I fed my children from them all till they were at least 5 years old, and the youngest boy until he was 8. Among other results of this, they are each very healthy. And totally devoted to me their mother. Ria nursed on me from birth until she was 6, and resumed doing so when she was twelve and has continued doing so up to now. It seems to be an important element in her coping with her mental stresses. And the holding of her hand while she is making love in her bed is another element. Gives her a sense of security to be added to her obvious enjoyment of the sexual attention. Glad that that didn’t seem to freak you out.”

“Irma, after my invitation into Ria’s life, I have come to accept that a lot of new, unique and strange things are going to happen. Along with my obvious desire for Ria, I am also totally devoted to her welfare. As to the ‘milk’ I love it. I nursed on my mom till I was 5. I made no issue when I was asked to quit, but I have missed it all of these years. None of the women that I have known intimately would allow me to nurse on them, even when they were pregnant and/or post-partum. It was not a really big issue to me, just one of my life desires sealed off due to another’s denial. We each deal with that all of the time. I was at first stunned, then delighted that you included that in our shared fun with Ria. I love the taste of mother’s milk right from the teat. And it was wonderful of you to share that with me.”

“I am glad that you feel that way about it. And I decided to break off nursing with my children, when they asked for cookies to go along with their milk.”

A mischievous grin filled her face at that remark.

“Actually, that was what my mother told me. And she was laughing about it, too. But, Gunther has remained my constant nursee since I came into my milk with my first child. He simply adores the teat and the milk, and it is one of my special connections with him. He is so sweet about it, even sometimes pretends to be my child.

I have always produced prodigious quantities of milk. So much, with the constant nursing on me, that I have over the years pumped the excess out and put in in tiny bottles to be delivered to the OB ward at the hospital for the newborns there. They tested it and said that it is perfect for that use.

Would you like to send some of it with you to work, when it can be arranged? I could prepare some in a Starbuck’s Frappuccino bottle from the snack store down the street and flavor it, if you like. Then we could trade out bottles when we can for you to have this treat often. I know that you would prefer it from the tit, but this way you can enjoy it even when you are away from us. This would be great, since it gives me another reason to continue in milk production. You see, it keeps me slim, in great health, a wonderful connection with those that I love (said with lowered eyes) and sparks my desires in my pussy.”

I smarmy with a generous dollop of humor offered, “Isn’t it wonderful that such a simple thing can please so many people???” Then I smiled deeply and moved over to kiss her breastworks.

She pretended to be irritated and patted my face away. “No time for that, at this time. We have things still to discuss. Ah, a little later I think!”

I pretended to have hurt feelings and then broke out into a huge smile and patted her arm.

She turned her head to hide the resultant smile of her own and her amusement at our little interplay. “That is enough of that for now,” she said in an assumed stern tone.

“OK, I guess that issue is dealt with and there is another of immediate concern to address. Ria is at the doctor’s this morning to have her tubes untied. The procedure that was done was supposed to be temporary. We will have to see about that. We want her to become pregnant a soon as possible. Both Gunther and I are seeing rapid improvement in Ria’s mental state. You have made profound contributions to that.

And no it isn’t all the sex. That is just to help keep her safe until she can achieve some level of healing with all of her issues. No, it is the personal attentions that you have given her. The reading, the outings, the little things that you do to please and interest her. She is responding to these things very quickly and substantially. It isn’t that we didn’t try these things with her also, but somehow since the first cookies that you shared with her, the fact that a person from outside of the family, a man at that, has shown such interest in her has opened a whole new avenue of experience for her. It was easy for her to accept the attention from her family, it is expected as due course in growing up. But, since you an outsider have furnished the same, it has awakened her sense of self-worth and the results of that are moving forward at an accelerated pace. You wouldn’t notice this as much as we do, since all of this is all new to you. And of course because of your natural sexual obsession with her. But, we do since we have known her all along.

One of the reasons for my sexual attention to you, besides the facts that I definitely enjoy it and need it due to the pressure on Gunther, is to help to lessen your obsession with Ria. We all understand that when she gets to a new balance in her life, you might be left in the dust. That is harsh, but I think that you know it in your heart already. So, enjoy her as long as it lasts and then keep some very dear memories of her. Whatever she thinks about it in the future, we will always be so grateful for your help.”

I paused to consider what had just been related to me. I could feel the icy hand of fate approaching me. But, I truly love Gloria and would die for her. I guessed I could accept this too, if the expected eventuality really did come to be. My attention returned to Irma and she continued.

“Now for the most serious request of all, Brad. Gunther and I want you to get Gloria pregnant. It may be the ‘death Nell’ of your love affair with her. But, it also could heal the breech between Ria and Glori. It was evidently her getting her period that fueled the splitting of her personas, so we are guessing that a pregnancy and resulting baby would provide the necessary crises to fuse them together. Brad, Gunther and I are not GOD, nor are we medically trained. But, their considerable efforts have had no positive result with her. All of the counseling in the world will not change her condition, although it does help her to cope with it. It is apparent to us, that we need to take this chance to help our little girl become a full adult and have some kind of normal life. We think that this whole situation was somehow hormonal. And that with the total hormonal assault on her body that pregnancy and birth would bring, perhaps this would be the key.”

“I guess I saw this coming, or some version of it. It hurts to think of losing her, but I truly do want the best for her, even if I am not included. Yes, I will try to impregnate her. I can see the wisdom in having me and not a relative or other stranger do it. Because it is someone who obviously loves her, this should go down a lot easier for her, despite the mentioned hormonal assault on her body. Please, just be gentle with me afterward, if she leaves my life and bed. It will hurt so badly!”

“Yes, we will dear Brad.”

With that, she moved over on the couch and pulled me towards her. She grabbed two pillows and put them on her lap, while she set herself into the corner of the couch against the arm. She then maneuvered me to being on my back with my head in her lap. Next her bodice was opened, the nursing bra unsnapped to allow her abundant breasts to hang down. They were slightly leaking milk as I looked at them. My head was moved up on the pillows with one arm around my back and the other holding my head. She looked fondly down on me and then guided my mouth up to her teat. I at first kissed and licked them. She showed mild amusement and irritation, then tapped me on the lips and settled back for me to nurse on her. I got the message and proceeded to begin to nurse on her in earnest. The sucking of her tits produced a sense of calm and comfort in her. And her affectionate heart reached out to me.

“My dear Brad, please empty my breast. Drink it all my love. Fill your dear stomach and heart with my love and milk. It feels so good, Brad. The milk coming down and then out of my teat. Like my love pouring into you, my baby. My little one, look at me as you drink of my life. (Brad looked up at her at this point and continued on doing so from this point on.) Oh, my dear that tit is empty, let me move you over to the other.”

We shifted positions and then I ‘docked’ to the full tit. Again, I felt the full flow of her warm wonderful liquid and she cooed and hummed to me. I could feel it through her breast, and it added another very pleasant sensation to the flow of the milk. No wonder babies enjoy this, I thought. She caressed my face. She lifted my head up and tasted of her milk on my lips. She deep kissed me and then returned me to my work on her tit. After a while it was obvious that this tit was empty now, too. With that, she hefted me up to a sitting position and then guided me to her floor. She lifted her dress, and lowered her panties for me to pleasure her. And I did!

We fell apart on the couch and each napped on our end of the sofa. When Gunther and Gloria got home, the found us in such a way. Gunther sat next to Irma and cuddled with her. Gloria did the same with me. We all napped in that way for an hour or so.

When we all awoke, the two ladies (it was Glori, now) went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. When it was ready, we all joined in a very convivial meal, each with things to talk about. The conversations dragged on for some time. There was a great deal of enthusiasm in each of our sharing thoughts and stories for the entertainment of the others. A lot of laughing and a few tears ensued.

They all decided to retire early. Glori would need her rest after the surgery. It was a very mild form of medicine. With a special instrument through a very small slit in the belly button and then with another probe through the tunnel that was created to ‘turn the spigot on’ as it were of the baby making machine. Since she had also started her period that morning, she was especially tired. When we settled down in the bed, she raised her gown to show me the site of the surgery. All I could see was what was described. And her tube locations were a bit tender. Very little harm done. She would be healing for a week and over with her period by then. I didn’t care about the period, but wanted her to feel very well when we began our appointed task, making her pregnant.

So, I got out my book and bunched up my pillow. Glori gave up her reading for the night. She pulled me down to her lips, kissed me very sweetly and primly and sailed off into her sleep. I read on for a while and then turned off the light and cuddled up next to her.

The next morning, Gloria slept in, probably due to the stressful day that she had the day before. I awoke and dressed and went down stairs to see what was available for breakfast. It was pancakes just like my grandmother used to make (only without the animal shapes,) eggs and bacon.

Damn, I could get used to this I thought. As I ate, Irma and I talked about the day and we both agreed that Gloria needed to be kept very busy so she wouldn’t feel inclined to push returning to her sex mode too soon. I suggested that I keep her busy in the morning and then we could go out to a fine dinner that late afternoon and top off the day with a movie. She readily agreed and insisted that she and Gunther pay their share. I agreed to half, since it was my idea and she was agreeable with that.

When Gloria woke up, it was Glori that came down to breakfast. When she finished eating, I asked her to put on some walking clothes and she brightened up and ran up the stairs to comply. We then left their house and walked towards the harbor to look around. As we walked she had her hand on my arm, something that I really liked. When we got there, we nosed around looking at the nets and crab pots. We asked some of the guys around about them and they seemed to be very happy to take some time to tell us about them.

We then walked down to the docks and looked at the boats tied up there. We would ask questions about the boats to people bustling around them and a few of them took the time to respond. We got to see around and in several craft there, and one young man offered to take us out for a spin around the harbor. Probably having a beautiful young girl with me didn’t hurt with that. He put life vests on the two of us and steered us around the harbor. Glori was just enthralled with the ride. The wind blowing through her hair, the cool breeze and the light spray of sea water totally pleased her. She learned when to duck when the sail was moved and he even let her handle the tiller for a straight run. We thanked the boy and he gave her a card with his number on it. She smiled at him and then we left.

As we walked back home, she showed evidence of fatigue with all of the activities of the day. She laid her head on my shoulder as I held her with my arm as we walked. When we got home, she went up to take a hot shower. Irma and Gunther were already primed to go out, but I cautioned that I might have overdone it on our outing. Irma went upstairs and soon came down and said that dinner and the movie were on. The shower had refreshed Glori and she was dressing appropriate to the evening that we had in mind. Her folks looked real sharp and I took the hint and went upstairs to put on my nice shirt, slacks and dress coat. I had to admit that we made a handsome group as we walked out to get into the car. Interestingly, Glori got in with her dad in the rear seat and Irma got in the front with me. However, when we arrived at the restaurant, Irma and Gunther cuddled up on one side of the table and Glori did so with me on the other side. We each ordered pasta dishes, mine was meatball lasagna with spareribs and parmesan sauce. Glori, shared with me and her folks ordered a double plate of fettuccini alfredo with shrimp and shared it. They ordered white wine and Glori ordered root beer for the two of us. Her folks were holding hands, Glori was holding something else more personal on me while the other hand was sharing in our meal. Nothing else, just holding.

We then went to a movie. It was a family oriented feature that Irma had picked out, which meant that it was deadly dull. We sat up high so as to not bother the few others in the theatre. We made low volume comments to each other and worked hard to stifle our laughs. After the lady with the flashlight came through, Glori began to work on my penis. She opened the fly and extracted it from underneath. Irma looked over interested, but Gunther caught on to what was going on and reaped her attention to him for his benefit. Since the movie was so boring, I let Glori have her fun and she gleefully sucked me off right in there with no one else the wiser.

The two ladies cuddled with Gunther in the back seat on the way home, giving me a very happy scene to tap in to in my rearview mirror. When we got home, we all went to bed. Irma came into our room and with her nightgown on, put a leg of hers between the two of ours, one to each person. She had taken a couple of pillows and stacked them between us. She then leaned her belly on them with her legs placed in position, her hands on the bed post rail and then opened up her bodice and nursed us to sleep. It didn’t take long. The next couple of days I got regular milk from the teat and light play with Glori. When I went to work on Friday, sure enough there was a bottle of caramel flavored mama’s milk to enjoy on break. She advised me to get a cool sleeve to protect it till I could consume it. After work, I returned to my home after having been gone for the better part of a week.

That evening, I got a text from Irma: “Save up the sperm, Brad!”

I returned texted, “OK.”

Irma came over for a couple of hours on Sunday night and played with me, only she avoided having me cum. It was a little strange, but still fun.

Gloria came over to stay for Wednesday and Thursday, but we promised Irma that we would not cum, either of us this week. We still had a very nice time of it and were excited about starting our work early the next week.

On Saturday, Irma came again to ‘comfort me,’ and insure that I was being a good boy and not reducing my sperm bank. I have come to truly love the time that she spends with me, too. It is so nice to have an intelligent adult to relate too. I crave and burn for my time with Gloria, but her mom, an older version of her, is a truly fine woman and companion.

Sunday night I got the expected text: “Please arrive here Monday night, and bring full package of sperm. You have work to do mister!!!

When I arrived on Monday night, Gloria was already in bed. Irma met me at the door and escorted me up to Gloria’s room. When I got undressed and in bed with Gloria, she rolled over to kiss me. Irma looked sternly at us and reminded us that we needed to wait until Tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon for our first attempt at our mission. But then she smiled and lifted the blankets and piled two pillows up on each other between us and then lowered her bodice and nursed us both at the same time. She must have read that a glass of warm milk helped a person to go to sleep. I smiled at that thought, partook of the offered refreshment and fell asleep just as she had intended.

When I woke up in the morning, Irma was busy in the kitchen preparing one of her terrific breakfasts, this time centered around: waffles, maple syrup, eggs and sausage. I looked for something to drink, but she just smiled and after I had eaten my fill, she moved my dishes away, sat in their place, opened her bathrobe and topped off the meal with a little of mother’s milk. Evidently, she wanted to prime us to the top to prepare us for our ‘work.’ After that, I went into the living room to await Gloria’s presence. I had my favorite book, something by Preston and Child with a marker half the way through. I had had a lot of reading time available over the last week or so.

After a bit I looked into the kitchen and saw Irma again sitting on the table with Gloria playing my part at the tit. What is good for the gander, is good for the goose, or something like that.

When Gloria came into join me, I suggested that we put on our grubbies and take a pre-party walk. She agreed and we left to sample the morning. It was a fine sunny day for a walk. We talked very little, probably engrossed in the prospect of relieving the tension that we had built up over the last days sexually apart. But, we weren’t acting tense on the walk. She held my hand and we felt very happy to be together. The tension was a submerged under current.

We got home and went up to take our showers. We did it apart to prevent any premature playing with each other. Then we went to the bedroom and prepared for the ‘event.’ We had watched a couple of videos on YouTube about enhancing conception and read several articles on Google, too. We laid towels on the bed and borrowed a couple of large pillow from Irma’s room. We set them aside until needed. We were nude, both of us. And ready.

So, we laid down next to each other and turned to face each other to begin initiating our intercourse. We kissed and caressed each other to establish contact and then moved our hands to the more private areas to heat up the boiler in each of us. The sexual tension between us seemed almost to have a reality of its own. If a person could have measured the force of sexual attraction on some meter between us, it would have been off of the meter. We were both getting flushed and our bodies were showing their visceral desire to reproduce. Her swollen breasts, red face, swollen pussy and my enlarged cock gave it all away. We wanted to fuck, seriously fuck.

I then turned her onto her back and put the pillows under each of her butt cheeks and moved to be between her legs. Her bottom and her pussy were elevated to allow maximum penetration and also to prevent the sperm from leaking out too soon. I approached her pussy opening with my cock and guided it in. She was so wet that I sank clear to the end immediately. She sighed and laid her hands on my arms and held on. I began to pump in and nearly out of her, she whimpered not with pain but with desire. Her pussy was grabbing my cock on the rebound strokes trying to keep it deep within her. I could feel the tension building in her abdomen, and in my balls. She began to shake and squirm and then with a shriek came over the top, which caused me to pour my cum into her pussy. As deep as it could go, with the precious sperm to make a baby in her. I then rested with my cock still in her to keep the sperm where they belonged. She then used her hands on my arms to initiate me pumping deeply in her to move the sperm along for their appointed task. She was in the total baby fever mode. Her grip was as of iron, I felt like there would be marks left on my arms from her hands. She had a wild look in her eyes and I probably did too, since I lost all hold on my humanity and simply rutted into her as hard as I could. She was loudly moaning, I could see her mother checking in at the door through the mirror on Gloria’s dresser, but Irma backed out when she saw that Gloria was just in passion and otherwise ok. I read somewhere that the higher the passion of the mating, the higher the IQ of the baby tended to be, if that is so, then this child was going to be a fucking genius.

When I came down from my sexual high, Gloria still kept me inside of her to maximize the opportunity of conception. I held that position as long as I could and then simply collapsed onto the floor at the foot of the bed, so exhausted that I could hardly move and barely breathe. My senses were totally in disarray and my head waving around in the air above my shoulders. Right then Irma came in and grabbed hold of me. “Poor dear,” I could hear coming from her. Gloria joined her on the floor and together they helped me up onto the bed where I again collapsed and passed out. Evidently during the later stages of my rutting, I simply forgot to breathe I was so high sexually. I awoke several minutes later to cold compresses on my forehead and desperate kisses by both of them on my lips. I recovered very quickly then.

Gloria got back up onto the bed and placed her rear end back up on the pillows. Evidently in the fuss over me, she had lost very little of the cum and its little messenger DNA. She remained there for a couple of hours with her mom holding her hands. I had showered and retreated to the living room to snooze and then read my book.

Irma then made a late supper and we briefly watched some T.V. to let the meal settle down and we went to bed. We saw Irma’s stern look and got the message, no playing till tomorrow afternoon.

The next four days, followed the same pattern. With Irma keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings. I wonder if any royal couple ever underwent such a rigorous procedure to produce a royal heir. Yep, probably. And this child was just as important to us. Maybe the last real chance to bring Gloria all together with herself and have a much better future. Not to mention a much desired child by her, Irma, Gunther and me.

When Friday came I escaped to work and slept at my place. I asked Irma to take mercy on me this weekend and I would make it up to her later. She agreed reluctantly, but sympathetically.

The next week was the same and when her period didn’t arrive on time, she had the ‘pee test’ and passed it with flying colors. She was gloriously pregnant. Over the next couple of months she remained very horny and we were very active, being careful of the precious baby inside of her. During the last trimester, the sex tailed off and she satisfied herself just giving me oral for the last two weeks. I would have let it go, but she insisted, and her mother took care of the rest.

At about nine months, I got a call from my boss while I was on a run and was told to go to the hospital because my friend was in labor. The message was relayed from Irma. And so my boss took pity on me and directed me to drive straight there after dropping off the in-car client. I got her home in record time and broke several speed limits in getting to the hospital.

When I got there I was directed to a waiting room, where shortly thereafter Irma showed up to escort me to Gloria’s room. She had already had the baby and was recovering in her room. When we passed the ‘baby room’ I stopped to take a look. Irma said nothing, but I recognized her immediately. She had the red hair, and eyes that looked right at me, also a name tag that said, Lila. She was so beautiful, I was so relieved and then proud in my heart. Irma hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She then led me into Gloria’s room. She was sitting up and sipping on some drink, could have just been water. I couldn’t tell through the opaque cup.

She looked up at me when I entered, and then with a quizzical expression on her face asked, “Hello sir, who are you?” And then with searching eyes towards her mother she sat in a self-conscious manner awaiting an answer.

I was at first stunned, but rallied and responded, “Oh, I am just a family friend who has come to pay my respects to the new mother and pretty new baby.”

“Why thank you, sir. Nice of you to come to see us.”

I bowed then to her and quickly left the room, with Irma behind. I walked and stumbled down the hallway to a bench sitting near the babies. I took my seat there, and in my despair began to cry my heart out, with racking sobs. I was quickly joined by Irma, who took my shoulders into her arms and whispered soft loving things into my ears. “I am so sorry, Brad. So, sorry!” She repeated this over and over. After the first onslaught of grief had subsided, I looked at Irma and said that I needed to go home and take care of some things. She knowingly gave me another hug and let me go to work out my heartache.

Later that night, Irma came to spend the evening with me that stretched out till the morning. I was in my living room with the lights out, just staring ahead contemplating the bleak road ahead. There was no pity in it, after all the pregnancy was a success. In my initial observation, I could see something new in Gloria. No evidence of Ria or Glori. Perhaps something new had been formed in addition to a new human mother. Wasn’t that what we had all been working for, for my year plus relationship before the new her. And what about all of the others that had worked so hard with her to bring her forward into a stable adult life? Shouldn’t we be happy, now? Certainly!

Irma said little, just held on to me, comforted me and was the loving light in the darkness of my spirit that night. We slept together, just holding on to each other.

She was gone when I awoke the next morning. There was a note on the kitchen table which read, ‘Hold on to your heart, Brad. And I will be with you as much as I can.” It turned out to be not much during the next three months, as she was very busy helping out with Gloria and the baby’s needs. But, when she dropped in she let me know that Gloria was now going by the name, Glorene in symbol of her new mental state and identity. The doctors were absolutely amazed at her progress and improved status. It was like all of her abilities coalesced into a new and improved version. They couldn’t explain it, but of course Irma and I knew. So, did Gunther and he was so happy, and ‘relieved.’

The baby, Lila was fine and keeping Glorene so very busy that her libido was pretty much submerged. The little that peaked out was administered to by herself. After a couple of weeks of that, the young man that she had had an affair with showed up with his folks. They had come, as it was explained, to visit Glorene and the baby. But, the real reason was that Scott had heard of Glorene’s new status and he wanted to see for himself, without having to admit to that. He was totally amazed at her transformation, and his heart reached out to her. With her emptiness in her sexual life and a reminder of her past with him, they soon fell into a torrid relationship. And after three months, they were planning to get married. His parents were quite enthralled with Glorene and accepting of the gloriously beautiful baby.

A week after delivering this information to me, I got a frantic call to tell me that Gunther had died in his sleep that night. Irma was feeling really bad about it, since she had spent that night with me. But the doctor assured her that even if she had been there, nothing could have been done. Evidently, he had had a deadly stroke and it immediately killed him. The strain and stress of all of the efforts to help Gloria along over the years had finally caught up with him. When I processed all of this in my mind, all I could think was, “Rest in peace, good friend.”

Irma came to be with me that night and again we just held each other all night to cope with another round of pain in our lives. I was invited to the family memorial service to honor Gunther, and when the ‘baton’ was passed to me as the family and friends were gathered in the living room, I thought for a moment and said, “I didn’t know Gunther for very long, but he struck me as an honest, caring and humble family man. I liked him very much.” There was a brief pause among those assembled, a couple of tears and then the noisy conversations restarted. Glorene was generously passing Lila around, and at her mother’s spurring decided to give me a little time with her. As I held her, she just bored into my eyes with hers. And when I held her to my chest, she grabbed hold of my shirt. I got the feeling that on some level she knew exactly who I was. I then passed on the baby, seemingly without anyone else the wiser. But, the ever present and ever observant Scott saw it. No reaction, though. I soon thereafter excused myself to go home. Irma escorted me to the door, stepped out and hugged me. Our real life together began at that moment. We were virtually inseparable from then on.

A few months later, Scott and Glorene had their wedding. I was invited as Irma’s companion. Glorene was accepting of me as her mother’s consort and Scott was very contemplative when he encountered me, but always very polite. I was very impressed with him. Evidently, he had grown up a lot during the time between his abandoning Gloria and his falling in love with Glorene. To have her in such arms took a lot of sting out what had transpired. But, Irma was my rock and guardian angel now.

During the reception after the wedding, I danced with Irma and with that officially announced to all that we were a couple. There was a very accepting spirit shown by most all there. Even Irma’s other children seemed to be happy to see their mother so well being taken care of. When the rounds of dancing with the bride were wearing down, Glorene approached me and asked if I would dance with her. I told her that I wasn’t much of a dancer. Glorene slightly lied when she smiled and said that she wasn’t either. But, we engaged each other and moved on to the dance floor. Thank goodness it was a slow song, and as we moved to the beat around the floor, she got a strange expression on her face, and a little voice whispered into my ear, “Thank you Brad, I am so happy.” And, “I am still here Brad and I remember.” Then the moment ended and Glorene returned and gave me a little hug and returned to her beloved Scott who stared for a moment and then took his new bride into his arms and whisked her off to some other reception responsibility.

Time went by over the next three years. Irma and I were very happy together as were Scott and Glorene. The ache was still there, but it had subsided in the face of Irma’s continued care of me. She was so gentle on my heart, and the milk wasn’t bad, either. Scott and his beautiful bride had two more children. It is good that it takes nine months to make them or they would have had more, I think.

Then very disturbing news. Scott’s National Guard unit was called up for some unspecified action that would require him to be away from Glorene and the kids. His company was very good about it, paying him half his wages while he served and with his military full time pay, they would be ok. But, knowing Glorene’s libido so well, he was very worried about how she would manage without him to take care of that. Irma assured him that she would be OK until he came back to reclaim his heart’s anchor. She and the kids would stay with Irma and Glorene would be very busy with them. In her heart, Irma knew that other arrangements might have to be made, but no need to worry Scott over that. He needed to focus on his mission and return to his family intact.

With a heavy heart, he bravely gathered his equipment and left with his fellows for God knows where. It took only two weeks for Glorene to start showing the stresses that Scott had worried about. Since she was at Irma’s it was noticed right away. After all, Irma had lived with these stresses in Glorene for all the years since she was twelve and until she married Scott. Irma was concerned that Glorene might leave the family circle to take care of this need, so she decided to have a lengthy talk with her and advise her on what had transpired before her having Lila.

They farmed the kids out to Scott’s parents who were delighted to share in this task. Glorene told them that she might not be back until the next day. She just needed some time with her mother and alone. They perfectly understood a young mother with three children needing this once in a while and promised to help her in this way whenever she needed it. As she left the children, they hugged her fervently and kissed her on her way.

Irma met with Glorene and they drove out to a remote place to talk. They stopped to get some fancy coffees on the way, and their fussing with them helped to keep them busy on the way so that the conversation would not start prematurely. Glorene sensed that this was going to be very serious by her mother’s manner. And she was very curious, too since she could remember very little from that time before Lila, back to when she was about 12.

When they arrived at the designated site for the conversation, which was very private as was expected to be needed with the story to be told and whatever responses might come from it, they settled down to sharing their hearts. Irma told her to brace herself, since it was a very serious story. Then she proceeded to tell it all in all of its details from when Glorene (Gloria) got her period up to Lila’s birth. From Irma and Glorene both there were tears, and from Glorene shock, anger and abject misery at the knowledge of what Brad had sacrificed for her and the terrible cost that it had charged against his soul. He had taken a very high risk in his life to help save her, and had walked away with nothing, but a beloved child that he couldn’t even claim as his own and saw very little of. She did feel some comfort at how her mother had taken Brad’s heart and protected and nurtured it over the intervening years. It burned her own heart that she remembered none of this from her own mind.

After all of the emotions came under control she asked for a few minutes to process this and walked a short distance from her mom to try to make some sense of this. She got a sense of why this had been revealed to her now. Mom wanted to help her through Brad again, to save her for Scott. And she knew that she needed the help from someone. But, what about Brad? How could this be done without just reopening old wounds that might not heal again? And she didn’t want a rival for her affections when Scott came home. No matter how much she owed Brad, or even loved him deep in her heart, she now belonged to Scott. She didn’t want to do anything to ruin that. She then made a decision on what to do. She moved over to share it with her mother who had a very concerned expression on her face. After all her mother had taken a big chance for her again with the possibility that she Glorene might not be able to accept this account and deal with the present challenge.

When she came up to her mom, she told her that all of this meshed with a number of clues about these matters that she had accumulated over the years since Lila’s birth. And it explained a lot of the interactions in the family, including Brad’s. She saw where this was probably intended to go. But, she felt that she needed to talk privately with Brad to see how he felt about it. There was a definite danger that this might upturn the patiently constructed balance that he had achieved in his life. And she informed her mom that it would be best if they played together with Brad, to keep a little distance in her heart from Brad. No matter how much she would owe to Brad for this new effort on his part, she was still returning to Scott when he got home and she wouldn’t look back unnecessarily. Irma agreed and said that she would arrange for her to talk with Brad tomorrow, since it was a day off for him, and that she would stay away until Glorene called her to come to Brad’s. It was a day that she normally stayed with him there.

As Brad sat in his chair, he could see the lovely young woman walking up the walk to his door. She was dressed like a respectable young woman and had the bearing of one, too. She seemed a bit tense, but her trod was firm and purposeful. He heard the door chime go off, and he waited 30 seconds, to not seem unduly obsessive about her arrival. He then opened the door with his friendliest smile and invited her in. She eyed him respectfully bowed her head and entered to his hand guiding her to the big overstuffed chair that he had just been occupying. She sat very lady-like and noticed the collage of photos arrayed on the floor. But, she quickly directed her eyes up to Brad’s and kept her silence for a few minutes. Finally, Brad inquired of her as to whether she would like something to drink or perhaps some kind of snack. She replied that a cool drink of water would be fine.

When he returned with the water, he placed the frosted glass with the cool liquid on to a coaster on the stand next to her chair in easy reach for her. He returned to his perch on the couch that they had played on so often. He waited her opening foray with patience and steady eyes that flashed to her every few seconds to detect whether she was ready to talk or wanted him to initiate the conversation. She seemed to be intent on ‘out-patiencing’ him. So, he decided to start the conversation.

“You will notice the pictures that are arrayed before you. They represent the life that we shared from the time that I met you in the park until I lost you forever when you gave birth. (She winced at that.) Nothing that I am saying is intended to infer any guilt on your part. You were struggling with deep-seated problems and came to a conclusion in regard to it that was not unexpected. Some of them are very personal and intimate, including some that are over-the-top kinky. I wanted you to know the breadth of our relationship during that time. There are also some very touching photos of our outings, like the boat ride, the boardwalk and our walks in the forest. It was by no means all sex. And most of the really kinky stuff was initiated by you. Between Ria, your fourteen year old self and Glori, your 18 year old self you were a real handful to care for. And I loved every moment of it!

She seemed breathless and about to weep. But, she got a hold of herself and covered this emotional outbreak by moving to her knees on the floor and checking out the pictures there. With a couple of them she wiped away a little tear, one being the boat pictures I think. She was shocked by others, and showed it. And then when she was about to glide her attention past some others, she backed up and blushed and held her hands around her middle just staring at the scene depicted there. She looked up at me and said that her mother had told her all about this, but the reality depicted on the photos removed any lingering doubt as to the veracity of Mom’s account. She then got up on her chair and took a long drink from the glass and just stared at me.

Finally I offered, “My greatest fear Glorene was that someday you would remember enough of it to hate me for thinking that I took advantage of you. After losing you, that would be a crushing blow indeed.”

“Brad, I have come to love you over these last years as my Dad. Gunther is gone and you have filled that vacancy in my heart very well. Scott, while feeling in his heart that there is more to this story than he has been told, never-the-less respects you very much. And everyone is happy for you and Mom. The talk is even going around among all of us, “Why don’t you two just get married? You seem to fit together so well.”

This knocked me back on my heels. Completely unexpected, but when I thought of it, it really made sense. I planned to talk to Irma about it at an appropriate time. For sure, after this latest foray with Glorene. Then I nodded for her to see.

“I see the need for this, but I want to ensure that my heart is held safe for Scott. I am open to any suggestions that could help in this.”

“I have thought about this, Glorene. When Ria and Glori were involved with me, they each needed their own attention. Climax for one didn’t seem to help the other. But since Ria seems to be fused in you, though latent, I thought that maybe I could with your help awaken her to share with me, and your persona Glorene would get the benefit of the attention without interfering with your feelings about Scott. I don’t know if it would work, but I thought that it would be worth a try,” said with a questioning expression on my face.

“I see some wisdom in that effort, if it doesn’t work we will just have to try something else. But, how would we do that? Once in a while I feel a presence, that I couldn’t explain up to now. It would be fleeting and always occur when I was in physical contact with you. Perhaps with what we have in mind that barrier could be broken through for her,……………..and you.”

“I have some ideas about that, I thought that we could have you dress up in one of her child like costumes, put blow-ups of the more sensual of the pictures around the room for your eyes to connect with and run some tapes of our adventures on the T.V. with the sound on to promote this. Even if she didn’t get through, it could inspire you to do a ‘role play’ that would include your pretending that you are her, with all of the prompts readily available.

I am concerned though about an unwanted pregnancy coming from this, it could be very hard for Scott to handle. You used to hate condoms.”

“I am on a birth control system at the present. And you are right about the condoms. I hate the taste and feel of rubber or plastic. I want a real cock in me to bring me! If we are going to do this that is how it will have to be.

“Also, we will have to include mother, to help us each keep our hearts in order,” she added firmly.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“So, I will call Mom to come here and let Scott’s parents know that I may be delayed another day before picking up the kids. I know that they will not mind at all. They have been such dears to Scott and me. Especially me.”

So, she called Irma, “Mom please come over to Brad’s now, and could you stop at the market to get some groceries so that we can have something eatable to share with him, tonight?”

“Yes, dear. I will be there as soon as possible.

As Glorene awaited her mother’s arrival, I went up to the bedroom and set everything up for our night. The T.V. was ready to turn on with the two Ria tapes ready in it. The pictures were taped around the room with easy sight lines from the bed, and Ria’s little girl outfit, the one with the cool hat was laid out on the bed. I then went back downstairs to await what developments that would come.

When they went to bed later, Irma went into the bedroom, put on her usual night gown and went under the covers to see how this was to play out, Brad got under them, too. Bare naked as usual. They awaited Glorene to see how she would react to enable to make their choices for her. The T.V. was blaring the videos of Ria in the same clothes as Glorene was wearing now, and Irma was in some of them, too. Also, Gunther showed up in one where he and I did Ria double up the ass and one up the ass and the other up the pussy, while Irma was sucking on her tits. I can’t imagine now how we were all talked into that. Must have been Ria’s idea, because she was truly kinky and the rest of us had a hard time saying no. The only things that I know that were all absolutely refused was painful sex and animals. Wouldn’t do that.

When Glorene came into the room, she purposely avoided looking at the pictures hanging around, we didn’t worry, there were so many of them, that she would have to see them eventually. But, the video caught her attention right away. Perhaps, because she as a younger woman, but portraying an even younger one was dressed exactly as she was now. She became mesmerized in the actions on the screen, trying to imagine that she had ever done any of that with anyone but Scott, and for some of it that she had ever even done it at all. Even before a hand was put on her, she was getting stirred up. While this was going on, I was emptying Irma’s right hand tit. She was very full, since the events of the day had prevented her from following her usual schedule.

Glorene saw this and said, “Hey you two, what’s the deal you starting before I am ready?”

“You look ready to me,” I said.

“Well, I do feel like it is getting hot in here. And save some of that pucker power for my tits, which are full also.”

“Ok, come up here now, darling,” Irma said.

When Glorene got up on the bed I arranged her with her legs and feet hanging over the end of the mattress and her body on her back with her head pointed towards the head of the bed. She wondered about that, but kept quiet. I then took her mom and arranged her with her feet up at the head of the bed, with her on all fours pointed towards the bottom of the bed. I then put the two pillows under her lower chest and had her lean over Glorene and take her right hand tit into her mouth. I then moved Irma/s tit to Glorene’s mouth and fed it in. They immediately began to nurse on each other. I then positioned myself laying side by side on Glorene’s left side, put my left-hand leg between her legs and the took her left hand tit into my mouth to empty it for her. After that there was a lot of delighted slurping sounds heard in the bedroom. And someone said, “Boy, this is a lot of fun.” Someone else said, “Quit talking and finish your meal.” We all snorked and nearly drowned in the flow of the warm bounty.

When the ladies were satisfied that they were as empty as was going to be, I raised up out of the way and Irma turned Glorene over on to her tummy in the same place that she had been. As she turned over, I thought that I got a glimpse of the look that Ria used to have when she made love with us. Irma had me put the two pillows under Glorene’s tummy, which elevated her ass. Then Irma moved up the back of Glorene’s body and lowered her mouth to down between Glorene’s butt cheeks. She gently pulled them apart and used her tongue to wake up that area, especially the anus. When it was good and wet, she motioned for me to move to a standing position behind Glorene’s butt. She then while still working on Glorene’s ass hole with her fingers, pulled me forward up to her mouth with the other hand. She mated with it with her mouth and began to suck it. After it got hard enough, she began to feed it into Glorene’s ass hole. Glorene flinched at first, but then relaxed and let me all the way into her. I stood still for a couple of moments to let her bowels get used to the intruder. Irma continued licking, patting, slapping and caressing Glorene’s ass cheeks, while holding them apart for me. I began to pump in and out, Glorene began to moan and whimper. Irma reached down with one hand and felt her pussy, which was gloriously wet to the touch. She inserted a finger and she and I could feel each other’s probe through the bowel and vagina walls. Glorene began to buck and push under the dual assault. After a few minutes she began to shudder and cry out and then it came, her ‘cookies’ got baked. It sent me off and I blew my load too, right up her ass. We all rolled over and Irma and I hauled Glorene up to us and located her between us. We both hugged her and we all went right to sleep.

In the morning, Irma got up first and went down to cook breakfast for us all. When Glorene opened her eyes, I asked her about last night, and she said that she didn’t remember much after seeing the video on the T.V. But, she asked me to just fuck her right now, no fancy work, just a good clean fuck. So, I did and she was quite the happy woman when we went hand-in-hand down the stairs. Over breakfast she told her Mom and I that twice a week like that would do for her, until Scott got back. We said that that could be arranged around my schedule. She ate quickly and dressed even more quickly to get back to her babies.

Things pretty much developed like that for the next six months. I couldn’t wait, so I proposed to Irma, and she grinned and accepted. We planned the wedding for two weeks after Scott got back. I chose Scott as my best man, and he accepted. Glorene acted as her mother’s maid-of-honor and one of Irma’s sons who happened to be a pastor, performed the ceremony. Irma’s other children never did engage with me. Probably the memory of their father was too entrenched and alive in them. But, they were always very polite in a friendly way when we encountered them and they seemed genuinely touched to have their mother being taken care of by me. Only one hang-up from the time that Scott was away, somehow Glorene got pregnant during his mission. I guess that somebody for one reason or another ‘forgot’ to take her pills. Everyone just seemed to not notice this, and if anyone tried to bring up the subject, Scott would glare at them and that ended the proposed discussion. Besides, he was going to get his son, after three girls. He was absolutely thrilled about that. No man ever loved his son more than Scott loved Pete.

Over the years that followed everything fell into a pattern and it was very good. Irma and I were very happy together, and so were Scott and his family. We did a lot of things together and seemed to truly enjoy each other’s company. Scott had Glorene have her tubes tied again. He was firm on this, because somewhere down in his heart he knew, and didn’t want it flashed in his face. He just was so totally in love with Glorene that he ignored the rare evident deflection. He didn’t know it, but Glorene was never unfaithful to him again. It was Ria who showed up at odd times widely separated in time that saw me. She had been reawaked during Scott’s absence and had a mind of her own about her and me. We did make a real effort to not rub it in anyone else’s face, though. But, she was as randy and kinky as ever. On the infrequent times that we got together, we never repeated any of the kinky stuff from before, she always had something new to try out. Except the ‘water works’ and anal that we had done before Lila’s birth. Interestingly, Glorene used that with Scott whenever he wanted it, without him knowing the connection she had with Ria. Must have been a lot of fun for them. And US!

Years later, I was in a terrible car accident. I was 83 years old and still up to then in ‘fine fettle’ as they say. I and the blue pill were still meeting the challenge of pussy, too. But, the accident really screwed me up awful. I was still alive, but not expected to live for long, perhaps hours. So, all of the love ones came to see me off. Even Scott came, but not Glorene’s brothers and sister. They didn’t feel that close to me, but they did send very heartfelt cards. Scott’s son, Pete was out of town and couldn’t get back in time.

After Scott graciously left the room to await his loved ones in the waiting room, there were left four generations of ‘red heads.’ All female and each looking the spitting image of the other. There was Irma my wife, Glorene/Ria my step- daughter and eternal lover, her daughter Lila and a sprightly pretty little girl named Elizabeth.

Elizabeth came up to me first and with her little four year old arms, hugged my neck and planted a very chaste kiss on my cheek. She then smiled and went out to be with Scott. Next Lila came up to me and whispered in my ear, “I always knew, father. Scott is my dad, but you are my beloved father.” With a tear of hers and mine she patted me on the arm and swept her way out of the room. Then Irma came over and looked down on me and said, “I have had two of the best men that any woman could hope for. Thank you so much Brad.” She leaned over and gave me a proper kiss and left the room in tears. Finally, Glorene came up and drew up a chair. I need the chair because there are three of us: me, Ria and Glori. We all love you Brad, and will carry you in our hearts forever. Then she gave me a kiss, just like Gloria had done so many years ago. She smiled and said, “Remember me!” And she walked with dignity out of the room. When the door shut, I smiled, laid my head over to the side and expired.

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