Fiction

A Show to Never Forget Part II

Please read the first part of this series to better understand it. The boys get to learn a little more about sex, but this time first-handedly. I hope you enjoy it.

Mommy knows best part 5

Sorry for the long wait, but i just finished part 5, part 6 is almost done, so expect the next part shortly. As always comments and suggestions are welcomed.

Protective Husband Four Loves part two

Protective Husband Four Loves part two
This is the continuation of the Winfield saga. First you had Sara’s Protective Dad parts one through ten. After Robert’s marriage to Sara, I changed the title to Protective Husband four Loves. If you had not read the first ten chapters, here’s a short synopsis.
Robert at age eighteen he married Janet around seventeen years ago. Several factors led to the destruction of that marriage. Mostly due to Janet’s unfaithfulness, she actually had a child by her stepfather, Sara. Robert also met Janet’s younger sister Jewels and become fast friends, Jewels always had crush on Robert. Janet’s stepfather had planned on murdering Robert for his wealth. But during Janet’s pregnancy emotions and conscience turned her against her stepfather for a short time, and caused her to lose herself. All this was unknown to Robert and Jewels. Robert cherished Sara and protected her even from her mother’s insanity. Jewels’ crush on Robert grew in time to love. Robert realizing he actually transferred his feelings for Jewels to Janet, due to Jewels young age. But when isolated with Jewels he realized his true feelings for her. From their love the twins were conceived, Little Bobby and Morgan. But all is not well; Janet forced the two apart with the help of her stepfather. Even after her stepfather’s death she continued to interfere keeping the two lovers separated. Until one day her insanity and conscience force her to leave. Robert due to his loneliness and Sara’s love for him became her lover. Robert had lived without his beloved Jewels for nearly 15 years, until there reunion. Jewels had buried her feelings for Robert and married. Jewels husband turned out to be a con man and worse. Robert barely managed by accident of timing to save Jewels and his daughters. Jewels convinced Robert to become his daughters’ lover to allow them to become close, but this grew uncontrolled and faster than she had expected. Now Robert treated all four of the women in his life as wives.
We resume the story of the Winfield family as Robert initiates the cabin in Colorado. They have left their main family home nearly three days ago. They left the day after Robert married Sara, with two days of kidnapping or murder attempts on his family, Robert felt it prudent to remove them from the reach of Dr. Bastard. With the reduction in assets Robert and Jewels had removed from his grasp, with the help of Mike, Robert’s longtime friend and lawyer. Robert was hoping that this con man would not have the assets needed to meet his bail. Dr. Bastard hopefully remains in jail under higher security, due to his orchestration of an attempted murder on Jewels and possibly the twins, and kidnapping of Sara. Hopefully they can enjoy their honeymoon with no one to interrupt their bliss for the next month.
Seconds after I said house initiate, the house voice becomes active. “Recognize Robert A. Winfield”
I give the house a second command. “House initiate security.”
Seconds later the widescreen in the family room displayed several Windows showing all members of the family. Six other frames showing various scenes around the cabin, the road to the cabin, the main gate, and garage. Using my iPad, I connected to the house, logging in as administrator. I recognized all the family members to the house security system. The empty frames continued to cycle through, only frames with movement were continuously displayed. I’ll have each person add their voice print to control functions later. At this level I grant access to controlled areas like the safe room, restrict access to the basement, and still grant family members’ access to there. I initiated several other functions, environmental control, entertainment and personal assistant mode.
Jewels came into the living room; I had her add her voice print to the system with full control. I closed the other two security gates on the road to the cabin, mainly just to check if they’re functional. Satisfied everything was working I switch the house to auto. The second and third gates opened returning to their normal state. Changing my mind, I decided to close the gates in place them and medium security mode, they are closed but are not electrified. In this location I feel safer, for one thing only about seven people even know we’re here, and five of them are in the cabin. Only twenty-eight people outside of this room know this place even exists. Most of those works for companies that I’ve helped get started. Very few of those individuals even know that I own this place. Even fewer would expect someone would come here during the last part of winter.
We brought everything in, we simply placed most of the items into the family room. I’ll need Jewels help to unload her SUV from the flatbed. Dressing warmly I go out and prep everything to have Jewels back off her SUV. Once all the tie downs have been undone, and only thing is left is to back it off I will get Jewels and we will do just that. As I work snow begins to fall from thick clouds that hide the late winter’s sun. I’ve come to the decision will drive Jewels’ SUV back home. I will leave the truck here, and we can fly into Denver from now on.
I have completed prepping to remove Jewels’ SUV; calling her to the door she is happy to have her SUV back. A few more minutes later, her SUV is parked in the garage along with my truck. Jewels complements me on getting it to Colorado without a scratch. “Great job Bobby, no miles and no scratches.” Then she kisses me.
We’re lost in our kiss as three snow bunnies attack us. Sara, Little Bobby and Morgan sprang from behind a snow bank they are tossing snowballs at us. Jewels and I are forced to fight back diving behind another snow bank for cover, we toss snowballs for several minutes. Everyone is laughing merrily. I think Jewels hit me as many times as the girls. After the first of the snowballs at me that Jewels through it didn’t take me long to realize I was now everybody’s target. Jewels had caught me in one of her classic moves. She’s always very good with misdirection, but once I caught on I chased her down with Snowball in hand, being pelted the entire time by my three other snow bunnies. She pleaded. “Bobby please don’t I will not do it ever again.”
I said. “Okay.” Then quickly diving to the side three snowballs flew past me hitting Jewels, now it was my turn to run, as all four my snow bunnies now chased me. Ducking behind a pine for cover, I quickly made several snowballs as they rounded the tree I threw the snowballs causing them to retreat all four now ran as I chased them. Making snowballs on-the-fly not really trying to hit them just to keep them moving. Now they hide as I looked for them, getting close they jumped up from behind a drift pelting me again. I finally had to surrender, to my loves.
Giggling Little Bobby asks. “What should we do with our prisoner Capt. Sara?”
Morgan interjected. “Should be execute him by snowballs at ten paces.”
Sara paced back and forth, and then she directed a question to Jewels. “Special Agent Jewels what punishment should we inflict on the prisoner.”
Jewels rubbed her hands together merrily. “We could make him kiss every inch of us.” Looking over, she saw a smile form on my face. She groans. “No he would enjoy that too much.”
I’m actually enjoying this time with my four loves. I haven’t had an opportunity to act like a kid for so long. Snowball fight and the make-believe seemed to wash away my cares and worries. I quickly turned looking around Little Bobby stood over me with Snowball in hand. I said. “Hey guard, what would it take for me to get out of here.” Looking down at me, Little Bobby then looks back at the Snowball in her hand. Little Bobby tries looking tough, but I give her the puppy dog eyes stare.
Little Bobby says. “Not a chance Mr. that’s not going to work on me.”
The other three of my loves come over, whispering something to Little Bobby, she shakes her head yes. I take it they decided what to do with me or to me. Whatever it is when Jewels is involved it’s going to be fun.
“Quickly bring the prisoner back into the house.” Jewels orders.
Once inside everyone realizes we’re quite wet, from snow melting in our clothing. Getting whacked several times with snowballs tends to get snow everywhere. They maybe wet but I’m soaked. They have decided I’m to be their servant for the rest of the afternoon. There’s an old adage that says the one who serves all is the greatest among them.
I don’t mind I’ll give them what they want but I also will have my own fun with it. First they sent me for bathrobes, changing into one first I come back with four in hand. Jewels try to give me grief but she knows is no use so she dropped it quickly. I strip each girl the dresser then dress her in a bathrobe, being careful not to touch, which disappoints them. If I’m to be their servant I’ll be the perfect butler, which means definitely no sex. Don’t think they had that in mind when they decided my punishment. Now out of their wet clothing, they tell me. We decide to have some hot soup, with grilled cheese sandwiches to warm us up. To help everyone warm up I decide to put the fireplaces to use. I go into the master bedroom with an armload of firewood I start a fire in the master bedroom fireplace and a second in the master bath fireplace. Both fires burn warmly by the time the soup is nearly ready. I begin the grilled cheese sandwiches adding a slice of apple to each. If something I read about in a story from Sara’s favorite website. I decided it’s as good as any time to try it.
Dividing the soup into five mugs, dividing the sandwiches into halves, I set for places at the table. Quickly consume my sandwich and drink my mug of hot soup. Then call them to the table. They all have a questioning look seeing only four places set. A Hollywood British accent I say. “My ladies, your tea is served.”
Morgan asks. “Aren’t you going to join us?”
I respond by pointing out the flaw in the plan. “My lady does not take tea with one’s servant.”
The twins look at their mother unhappily; Sara also isn’t very happy with this turn of events. Jewels admits to the flaw in their plan. “Okay, Bobby you always find a way to turn these schemes back to your advantage.”
I remember back to when I first met Jewels. How she played distracted chess, distract your opponent and make an extra move, the only way to win is to play the same rules. “My lady, I simply am doing as a proper servant should.”
Jewels knew exactly what that meant as long as I play the servant, I wouldn’t kiss them, touch them in any way, I wouldn’t cuddle, and I probably would not sleep with them. She knew she had to submit to the fact that having me as their servant was a bad idea. Even as part of the game I did not want them to lose respect for me, I love them I wanted them to continue loving me. No matter what anyone else says love requires respect. Jewels is old enough to realize it’s just a game and not lose respect for me for playing along. Sara and the twins on the other hand may see this as weak, if I played along just as Jewels had intended.
Jewels laughing says. “I see what a bad idea this is, who is for ending this little game.”
The other three of my Loves say in unison. “Me!”
I smile and say. “Okay, the game is over now.” Going and refilling my mug, I bring the soup to the table, sitting it down on a hot pad, to protect the wooden table. I go around and kiss each my loves and receive a warm smile from them. Once I’m seated I smile back. “There’s one more thing I would like to talk about.” Each of my loves looks me straight in the eye and nods so I continue. “I never want to be your slave in any game we play. I don’t want you to be my slave either. I love you and I respect you and I would like that to always continue. You lose respect for someone you treat like a slave.”
Jewels hadn’t realized that possibility. She only saw the fun of having me at their beck and call. “Bobby I’m sorry I didn’t think of that.”
I smile and tell her. “I know Love, but I don’t have to be your servant to serve you. When you had me undress you, you wanted me to touch you, to tease you. Am I right?”
Jewels looking down shakes her head yes. Continuing I state. “That’s not want a servant does, that’s what I would done because I love you. A servant serves because he’s paid to do so. If he touched you he would lose that employment. If a lover touched you he would receive a touch in return.”
Jewels giggles. “I should just let you be yourself.”
I reach over and slide my hand under her robe, fondling her nude breast I kiss her neck. Then I pull back. “Yes you should have let me be myself. We may not be eating right now, well you might not be having tea, but I would be eating.” I give the four a playful expression. The room breaks out into laughter.
We eat our meal, we’re all very happy that the trip is now complete.
Jewels complains. “Even with the hot food I’m still cold.”
I suggest. “How about we take a nice hot bath?” She lights up at the idea of sharing a bath.
Sara joins in the conversation. “I haven’t even seen the master bath yet. Is the tub very large?”
I point out. “Maybe not large enough for all of us but two or three could fit.”
Little Bobby and Morgan are excited. Morgan points out an alternative. “There’s a large Hot tub in the basement in a room just off the pool area. One of us could run down and turn it on to get hot. Then we all should get in.”
Jewels giggling comments. “I forgot to bring my swimsuit.”
Sara, Little Bobby and Morgan asked. “Do you have yours Bobby?”
Grinning devilishly I say. “I always have mine just under my clothing.”
Jewels points out. “What if the caretaker comes by?”
I inform her. “I gave him a vacation for the next month. He’s in Cancun Mexico soaking up some sun.”
Sara asked. “What happens if we get enough snow that cause drifts to block the road?”
I point out. “Then no one could get to us, except by helicopter. I believe we would hear that coming. We have enough food for nearly two months. By that time the snow will have melted.”
Sara laughed. “So that’s why you had us get twenty pounds of rice and beans. You know no one would eat them unless there is nothing else.”
Chuckling I say. “I might have some rice for breakfast tomorrow. Use the leftover to make rice pudding for dinner.”
Little Bobby and Morgan both agree with me. “Rice for breakfast isn’t bad, and we love rice pudding as dessert.”
Sara surrenders to the point about the rice. “Okay the rice will probably get eaten before we leave.”
We all are heading downstairs to get into the Hot tub. The laundry is downstairs as well so we bring the wet clothing to drop directly in to the wash. I know a little linen closet full of towels is in that area. No need to bring one with us.
The water is warm and relaxing, my loves are beautiful playful young women. I lean against the side once in the warm water, I close my eyes and just relax letting the warmth from the water soak into me. The girls giggle and whisper to each other. I know something will be up soon. I hope I have enough energy to please my loves. The bubbles hide our lower bodies, as I open my eyes to see what’s going on. Sara and Jewels both have their toes just out of the water a look of bliss is on their faces. Little Bobby and Morgan can’t be seen for nearly a minute. Their heads pop up as they take several deep breaths and they dive back under the water. Both Sara and Jewels jerk shortly after. I step forward carefully feeling for one of the twins. I find a set of legs not really caring who I got, only one ankle then finding the other I slide them apart, they moved willingly in my grasp. My hands slide up her legs as I walk between them. My cock is as hard as a rock and throbbing in my excitement. I don’t know if it’s from not truly knowing who I’m about to penetrate. Or the fact that my lovers are pleasing each other, this is going to be a beautiful month I will spend with my four loves.
Holding onto her hips, I line myself up finding her opening I push in to her. A head pops up out of the water her face away from me, I hear her moan. “Oh yes that’s it push that big cock into me.” Then she takes two more deep breaths, and then dives back down causing Sara to jerk her ankles completely leaving the water. I began a slow rhythm into her, I still am not sure who I am fucking, but I am sure it’s one of my daughters. Sara begins to moan and her knees are above the water. Her knuckles are turning white with the grip she has on the edge of the Hot tub. My other daughter’s head pops up as she takes two breaths then dives down between her mother’s legs. Sara now screams. “OH YES OH YES OH YES I’M CUMMING.” Sara’s legs kicked wildly as her breathing forces the top half of her breasts to break the surface of the water I see her nipples are hard as they rise and fall with Sara’s rapid breathing.
I feel movement as my daughter’s head pops back above the surface of the water. She pushes away from me and then spins around to face me. Taking hold of my shoulders she pulls herself back into me her legs now spread wide. Her hair is stuck to the side of her head her eyes slightly red from the pool chemicals, but they burn with lust. She demands. “Give me my husband’s cock now.” I take hold of her hips and pull her to me raising her above my hard cock. Releasing one hand I quickly aligned my cock then pushing back into her. Her hands are still on my shoulders and I’m tempted to look at her ring to see if it’s a red or blue diamond. But I really don’t need to I can tell from her face. Her legs wrapped around my hips as she pulls herself taking my hard cock completely in her. She moans loudly. “Oh yes fill me up with your cock husband.” With my hands holding firmly to her hips I begin to pump into her. “That’s it Little Bobby take all of me, have all of my hard cock, into my wife’s pussy.” I hear a grown then I look at her ring confused it the red diamond that belongs to Morgan. I ask. “Did you change rings with your sister?”
Little Bobby grins devilishly. “That depends on who you want to fuck last?”
I squeeze her ass hard, causing her to groan as I push hard into her. I tell her. “It doesn’t matter in the long run the two of you are going to be fucked last about the same.” I hold still until she gives me an answer.
Groaning again Little Bobby says. “How can you always tell us apart? Even when we change our rings you can always tell who is who.”
I think of what to tell her. Maybe tell her she fucked differently or feels differently than her sister but that would be a lie. “The truth is I’m not very sure how I do it. It just seems I know.”
Little Bobby grins devilishly like a sinful idea just comes to her. “Daddy I want that big cock in my little pussy all day.” A pout is on her beautiful 14-year-old face.
I love her idea but I want her from morning to the next morning, so I point this out to her. “Love most of the day is gone, I love your idea, could we started tomorrow morning. Then I have you all day and all night.”
Little Bobby holds me very tightly; smashing 14-year-old breasts into my chest, moving her hips she grinds her clit against me. She whispers in my ear. “Daddy you have the best ideas, I love you. I love being your wife. I can’t get enough of your cock and your cum.”
I whispered back to her. “I love you too Bobby. I love being your husband. I can’t get enough of your pussy my daughter.” That drives her wild the idea of the forbidden love we share. Little Bobby begins to fuck me hard in the water bouncing taking nearly my full-length, and her movements are so strong that water splashes over her shoulders being squeezed between our bodies as Little Bobby continues to fuck me. From all the signs she gives, her breathing, the look on her face she is beginning to get very close to having a powerful orgasm. I love giving her this pleasure. I have lost out on so much of her life till now. Being her lover is truly the best way for us to be close. Jewels is absolutely right to have me be my daughters’ lover.
Sara cheers Little Bobby on. “Fuck our husband Little Bobby.” Little Bobby is breathing too hard to answer but turned her head and gives Sara a shake of her head. Jewels holds Morgan to her, they both face me, Jewels is masturbating Morgan her left hand works Morgan’s breast, while her right hand disappears deeper into the water. Morgan’s feet are out of the water bobbing with Jewels shoulder movements. A look of bliss is on Morgan’s face but her eyes are open and staring lustfully into mine. I know she wants me to go to her, to fill her with my hard cock, to fill her with my cum. I will soon, I will fill her in all the ways she wants.
In the not too far off feature I will fill that pussy with my hot fertile semen, fill that womb with my semen. Over and over until her womb will be full with my baby growing inside my daughter. I intend to impregnate both Little Bobby and Morgan. They want my children and I will willingly give them what I have promised.
I whispered to Little Bobby what I intend to do to her, on her sixteenth birthday. “Bobby in fourteen months and three weeks I will fill your pussy with my cum, my hot fertile cum, in your hot fertile pussy, till your womb is full of our baby growing there.”
Little Bobby screams her pleasure from both her orgasm and my willingness to give her what she wants desperately. “Oh yes Bobby fill me up. Fill me with your cock. Fill me with your cum. Fill me with your baby.”
Her vagina milks me hard as its spasms pulls at me. My balls tighten and I know I’m past the point of no return with the next push down Little Bobby does I grab hold of her hips even tighter pushing up into her. I fire rope after rope of my hot semen through her open cervix directly into her womb. Little Bobby spurts I feel it hitting me in the water. Little Bobby again screams. “YES OH YES OH YES FILL ME UP YES FILL ME WITH CUM. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” She arches her back, and I’m forced to move my hands to her shoulders to keep her head above water. Her body moves wildly as she rides out her climax, I feel another rope shoot into her as she spurts back. My legs begin to go limp with the intensity of my own orgasm. Sara comes forward and now holds Little Bobby keeping her above the water. I stumbled back into the side. Little Bobby with her legs wrapped firmly around me pulls Sara along.
The Jets stop on the Hot tub, in moments the water clears and you can see easily to the bottom. My softening cock slides from little Bobby’s tight vagina, soon a cloud a milky white surrounds Little Bobby, Sara and my middle. As our cum is dispersed into the water of the Hot tub. Morgan seeing this leaves Hot tub to get her cell phone. She quickly takes several pictures of the cloud of cum as it surrounds the three of us.
Sara asked. “Why so many pictures now?”
Morgan only says. “Look down.”
The three of us look down into the water seeing the cloud and not able to see further. Sara realizing what it is giggles saying. “Told you he always cums like a freight train.”
Little Bobby having recovered asks me. “Did you mean it? Did you mean what you said to me?”
Holding her close I said. “I always mean what I say to you. I’ll never say anything to you I don’t want to do with you.”
Little Bobby’s expression is priceless, with shock and love, lust and fear playing across her face. As she looks into mine the shock and fear disappear leaving only love and lust. She says. “I was afraid you didn’t mean it, that you were just saying what I wanted to hear.” Tears of joy well up in her eyes and began to run down her beautiful face. I lower my face to her and kiss her lovingly.
Sara looking down says. “Bobbies’ cum, I’m surrounded with Bobbies’ cum, it is making me fucking horny as hell. Don’t hog him all night.”
Little Bobby turns and kisses Sara not a sisterly type of kiss, a passionate hot kiss. Little Bobby says to Sara. “I’m going to get a baby too.”
Sara questions. “Now?”
Little Bobby giggles. “I wish but no, right after I turn sixteen, Daddy is going to put a baby in me.”
Morgan’s eyes widened at hearing this, and her intense stare catches my eyes, unspoken she demands to know if I do mean for her as well. I smile and give her a nod to know she is included. She turns her head back to her mother as her mother whispers something in her ear. Whatever it was made Morgan smile broadly. I later found out it was only two words that Jewels whispered to her. “He knows.”
Little Bobby is now out of the way as Sara dives down sucking my cock under water. This is a very new sensation for me, and I’m almost as hard as steel in less than a minute. Sara coming up for air, I grabbed hold and pull her close to me, not wanting her to go back down, I want her pussy around my hard cock. I want to feel her cervix kiss my head, her clit push into me. Her breasts against my chest her lips against mine her legs wrapped tightly around me. I say. “Come here love, I need to be in you.”
Giggling Sara says. “Yes Daddy, come and fuck me.”
Across the Hot tub Jewels and Morgan have traded places, Morgan now masturbates her mother; one hand works Jewels breasts while the other rubs her clit. Morgan whispers into her mother’s ear and Jewels turns and kisses Morgan lovingly.
Sara has begun to lower herself onto my manhood through the water. Sara and I have made love several times in the pool back home, but this is the first time we’re making love in water as man and wife. As my manhood begins to slide into her Sara moans. “Oh yes Daddy, fill me up with that huge baby maker.” I continued pushing until completely impaled her, pulling her tight to me I kiss her passionately. She smells of sex having dived down into the cloud of cum to suck my cock. A few seconds is all it takes till Sara begins to grind her hips into me. I begin a slow rhythm holding onto her hips. Sara’s eyes burned with love. Sara begins to spur me into a faster rhythm, which I gladly give her. Going at this pace neither one of us will last long. The smell of sex is so strong it seems to drive us even faster. In minutes both of us are very close to our climax. I hear Little Bobby moaning and turn to the sound. She sets on the edge of the Hot tub, her juices run down into the water. My face is so close to her pussy I can’t resist, I dive in licking up her juices, Little Bobby tenses I know what’s coming, placing my mouth over her vagina, covering as much of her as I can. Then Little Bobby explodes into my mouth filling it with her cum. With full mouth of little Bobby’s cum I turn back to Sara, who immediately drives forward kissing me, forcing her tongue into my full mouth to taste little Bobby’s cum. She moans in my mouth as Little Bobby’s cum is shared. After we break we each swallow what’s in our mouth. Sara lustfully says. “Oh yes Daddy I love tasting your daughter’s cum.”
I’m continuing the push in to Sara, and she pushes back meeting every thrust, we fucked hard for some minutes both wanting to give the other is much pleasure as we can. I’m kissing her repeatedly our lovemaking is hot and passionate. I feel that Sara’s body is beginning to tense, her nipples are hard as diamonds, and I try kissing each only taken hold of them for a second as Sara splashes in the water. She pushes hard against me with each thrust she moans loudly. Suddenly she screams. “OH DADDY. YES DADDY, GIVE IT TO ME. OH YES, OH YES. YES FILLING ME UP. I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING.” By the time she says Oh yes, I am cumming, firing rope after rope to spurt after spurt as we both cum in unison. Sara shakes wildly in her climax and I place my hands on her shoulders keeping her above the water. Little Bobby’s hands rest on my shoulders to offer her support if needed. As Sara come down from her sexual high, I slide from her still slightly hard our cum enters the water from Sara’s pussy. The cloud begins to grow again as our cum dispersed in the water. Sara exits the water with mine and little Bobby’s help. Jewels and Morgan are also out of the water. Looking up at Jewels gives me a great view, smiling down at me Jewels spreads her legs a little more than shoulder length apart, her sex shows obvious arousal with her inner lips protruding and wet. I ask her. “Coming back in love?”
Jewels giggling says. “It’s time for you to show me our bedroom.”
Exiting the Hot tub I go to the linen closet for towels, hand one to each of my loves we each dry ourselves. The house is cooler than what we’re used to, the water on our bodies makes it feel even colder. Soon with everyone dry we make our way up another set of stairs that exits near the master bedroom. I was definitely impressed, the fire burns warmly giving the bedroom a warm glow. A large picture window looks out over the valley near a large seating area. Walking closet Jewels compares to an apartment she lived in, stating that the closet was larger. The master bath is even larger than mine back home.
Smiling happily Jewels says “I could get used to being here.”
I asked. “You think the closet is big enough for all five of us to put our close in?”
Sara, Little Bobby, and Morgan have curious expressions on their faces. So I say. “When we come here later we all sleep in the master bedroom, and the kids get to spread out in the other bedrooms. So our clothing will be hanging in there.”
Jewels laughs. “I wonder what our kids are going to think about the four of us sleeping with you.”
I say. “To them it’s totally natural, it’s happened every day of their life. Every time they have a bad dream and run to our bedroom they will find the five of us together, and not always asleep.”
Sara giggles. “Are you saying you’re not going to stop, if one of our kids walks in while we’re making love?”
Pulling her to me, I tell them. “Not every time, if someone is hurt I will, but just for a bad dream they have three other adults to comfort them. It may be sweating, sex smelling adults.”
Morgan giggles. “So if our five-year-old walks in and asks what’s Daddy doing to Mommy are you going to be the one to tell him?”
I correct Morgan. “You mean our five-year-old daughter, when she walks in she will just climb up on the bed and snuggle in with one of us. Yes I will tell her if she asked.”
Little Bobby giggles. “You mean our kids won’t be able to tell me and Morgan apart?”
“No, they’ll be able to tell, just like I do. They just don’t care whose arms hold them, they’re used to all of you treating them the same. You each treat each other’s girls like yours.”
Sara asked. “What, no little boys?”
I state happily. “Not according to my premonition.”
Little Bobby asks. “Bobby don’t you want a son?”
Facing her I say simply. “I’ll be happy with healthy babies, and if they’re all girls that will be fine with me.”
Jewels says. “There’s a possibility that you only produce sperm that fathers girls. It’s rare but it has been known to happen.”
I state. “If that’s the case I’ll be happy with daughters. But if we have a son I won’t be disappointed either.”
Jewels has a devilish grin and says. “Bobby, when our daughters are old enough are you going to treat them like Little Bobby and Morgan.”
Sara giggles. “That is a very interesting point sister. Yes Daddy, are you going to treat my daughter like me, if she wants to be your lover too?”
I point out to them. “Little Bobby and Morgan are special cases, I didn’t get to be with them when they grew up, but our children I will be with every day as they grow up. It shouldn’t be for another fifteen years before I have to cross that bridge.”
Little Bobby points out to me saying. “Sara has grown up with you, and you’re her lover.”
Sara then says. “Yes, and with the family influence that will give our children is very likely that they will want to be your lover.”
I cut them off before they could say anything else. “How about this I’ll leave that decision up to you, their mothers. If our daughters want, you can decide if I become their lover or not.”
The room breaks out in laughter. This time Jewels is the first to recover, she pulls me onto the bed and kisses me passionately. She allows her hands to roam over my body encouraging me to do the same. Jewels whispers into my ear. “By the time she’s thirteen Katie will be enjoying this too.”
I raise my head to look at her; a devilish grin covers her beautiful face as if to say that’s right you’re going to be her lover too. I can’t worry about what hasn’t happened yet so I lower my face to Jewels breasts and nurse and lick and tease her nipples. That causes her to moan. “Yes Bobby play with my tits.” I move to her other tit play with it like I had done the first. After a few moments I feel her hands on the back of my head at first she holds me to her breasts, but when she is satisfied she begins to push my head lower.
As I kiss across her belly Jewels moans. “If you’re wise you will lick my pussy husband.” With a request like that there’s no reason for me to deny her something I truly enjoy. My head is down between her legs I begin to lick and kiss her outer lips; her aroma is strong as her arousal. As Jewels spreads her legs further her outer lips part easily, I tease her inner lips licking across them causing Jewels to moan louder, finally I approach her clit Jewels shakes in anticipation. As I take her clit in my mouth Jewels throws her hips forward, her hands moved to the back of my head and she forces her clit deeper into my mouth. I wrap my tongue around her clit as I suck on it; I move my tongue back and forth along its length causing Jewels to quiver. Jewels moans. “Yes keep that up, don’t you dare stop.” So I continue as she bucks, I insert two fingers into her vagina and probe for her G spot. Finding it I rub as vigorously as I can in her super wet pussy. Jewels begins to scream her pleasure. “OH YES BOBBY OH YES, OH YES, I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” Jewels starts spurting near the same time she started screaming. Before she stops she screams again. “I WANT YOUR COCK, NOT YOUR FINGERS. FUCK ME NOW.” I quickly throw myself into position over her with my cock in position she spurts once more and thrust her hips forward taking my lubricated cock into her. I pull back and push again and she’s spurts again soaking my cock. In seconds we are fucking hard. Jewels’ body begins to come out of her orgasm still meeting each thrust with one of her own. It seems like only moments pass before Jewels gives the signs of having a second even more intense orgasm, Jewels screams as the spasms travel the length of my cock. “YES BOBBY YES, YES, FILL ME UP, LIKE YOU FILLED YOUR DAUGHTER.” That takes me over the edge, I pushed hard as my first rope leaves me, I feel Jewels spurting back we’re in unison as rope is exchanged for spurt. We are both so sexually high that nothing exists but each other. The girls watching, masturbating, and spurting doesn’t register even when it covers us. Jewels and I both go limp. I collapsed against Jewels with not even the strength to roll way. My other loves roll my unconscious body off of Jewels.
I scooped closer to Jewels in my sleep instinctively cuddling to her as she cuddles to me. As the girls recover totally from their mutual masturbation. They cover us and allow us to sleep, Morgan reminds them. “I get him next.”
Sara and Little Bobby giggle, starting Morgan to giggle as well. They looked at each other then leave, letting Jewels and I sleep peacefully in each other’s arms.
Entering the family room they notice we still have a lot of items to be placed properly away. Looking around Sara knew that they should put all of it away, it was only a little after 6 PM, and very cloudy and the snow fell heavily outside and the wind howled blowing the snow into drifts.
Sara remarked. “It has snowed so much it doesn’t look like anyone’s going to bother us for a week or more.”
Little Bobby and Morgan have a slightly worried expression, they never been anywhere where they couldn’t just go anywhere anytime they wanted to. They had always lived where a grocery store was a few minutes away. With all the modern conveniences practically always at their fingertips, being isolated was totally new and worried them. Sara on the other hand living out at the ranch since she was eight this isolation wasn’t as frightening. She was used to not going to the grocery store but once or twice a month. She realized that Bobby had the means to get a helicopter here any time he wished, so even being here in the dead of winter would not be impossible.
They noticed how cool it was, deciding to dress. They found their clothing, dressing in jeans and a sweater each girl giggles deciding not to wear a bra to make this sweater sexier.
All the food that hadn’t gotten stored the way yet, they carried into the kitchen, it was mostly canned goods, soups and some vegetables. They had already stored away all the frozen and perishable items. It doesn’t take long for the girls to have most of everything stored away in the kitchen in good shape.
Going back to the pile in the family room they find sporting-goods and separate most of them, the skis, snow shoes and snowboard they place in the mud room which is off the kitchen. The mudroom also has a coat closet where they place the coats in. The pile is quickly disappearing from the family room. Most of the items left are of a more personal nature, clothing mostly.
The wind howls louder, the fire in the family room is nearly out due to lack of fuel. Sara remembers the old cabin, and how occasionally on a cold night I would build a fire, and how to add wood to keep it going. She found the storage for the wood added two pieces to the fire, bringing it back to life.
Little Bobby and Morgan watched Sara closely they had never been in a house with a fireplace, so all of this was new to them. Sara turning from the fire looking down she giggled. She nearly stumbled over the Bears head of the bearskin rug Sara recognized from her trip when she was eight. She called Little Bobby and Morgan over. “Remember the story I told you about how Bobby saved me from the bear?” They both shook their heads yes. Sara set down just below the Bear’s head, she said. “Here is the bear. Well this is what is left of him.” Rounding the couch Little Bobby and Morgan get there first good look at the bearskin rug Sara is sitting on. Their eyes go wide seeing how large compared to Sara at sixteen it is.
Morgan stammers. “That that thing is huge.”
Little Bobby wide eyed asks. “He killed that with his bare hands, only his bare hands?”
Sara giggles. “This one and the one in the bedroom in front of the fireplace too.” Sara is thinking I should let Bobby show them how many two by fours he can break, with his hands or feet. That would make them feel safer whenever there’s trouble. Their facial expressions are priceless a look of aw. Sara shows them the photograph of her sitting atop the bear’s corpse, at roughly the same spot she was sitting on it. Beside the picture is a document showing the Bears autopsy.
At this point Jewels and I walk into the family room searching for some dry warm clothing. We had taken a hot shower and stood there wrapped in towels. The Twins runs to us excitedly they ask. “Mom did you see the bearskin?” They grab her by the hands dragging her around to look at the bearskin. Seeing it Jewels asks me. “Is it the bear that almost killed Sara and I, or the bear that charged at Sara?”
I state as a matter of fact. “That’s the bear that Sara escaped from when she was eight; I killed it by crushing three vertebrae in its neck.”
Jewels ask then. “So the bear in the master bedroom is the one nearly killed Sara and I. That was when I was pregnant with the twins.”
Come to think of it she was pregnant when I kill that bear. “Yes, I do believe so.”
Little Bobby and Morgan look at each other then at me, and then they run to the master bedroom to get a good look at the bearskin there. A few seconds they run back excitedly ask. “Is the one in the master bedroom bigger than this one?
Remembering back and comparing the two bears I tell them. “Yes it was a little bigger and a lot meaner.”
Little Bobby and Morgan giggle saying in unison. “You saved us twice Daddy.”
I smile to them and say. “I’m overjoyed and thankful that I did.”
As they throw their arms around me and hold me tight looking up at me, it feels like the first time I’m surely holding my daughters. Not young women who desire to be my lover, or my wife, but my daughters. The feeling only existed for a precious few seconds, until each girl rose to me kissing me passionately on the lips, and said. “Thank you husband, I love you.” I reply to each. “I love you too wife.” It is then that I realize our future is set. We will be husband-and-wife and never father and daughter.
Jewels and Sara come over and hugged me as well; each kisses me and repeats. “Thank you husband I love you.” And I repeat back. “I love you too wife.” The path chosen for good or ill we will travel it together as husband and loves. Always do my best to protect them, and I know they will always love me. What if anything more could a man ask for? The only thing that I could possibly want that I lack in my life presently, children. My loves demand that of me, and I will willingly grant them my seed, I will give them my children and they will share them with me.
My stomach growls loudly, which startles the girls, and Jewels asks. “Bobby is that your stomach or the ghost of that bear?”
Little Bobby and Morgan plead for us to let them cook. Jewels agrees and asked if they wanted any help. They said in unison. “No mom we got it.”
Allowing them to cook for us, we will finish storing away the last of our items. This allows Jewels and I to locate some warm clothing. We begin hanging up everything in the downstairs master bedroom closet. Surprisingly we have enough room to separate our items by person, but we will need additional drawer space. We will manage for present. I will purchase two more chests of drawers when weather permits.
Shortly after we finish, and I added more wood to the two master fireplaces, Little Bobby and Morgan call us to dinner. They prepared a steak dinner with mashed potatoes, sautĂŠed mushrooms, candied carrots, spinach salad, and they made a chocolate cake cooling waiting to have icing applied. They begin with the salad, setting it out for everyone. It smelled wonderful, the two of them worked well together in the kitchen.
All through dinner we talked merrily, discussing many topics no one brought up anything to do with the troubles we recently had. Hopefully we put them behind us, at least for the next month. Little Bobby and Morgan informed me they had never seen so much snow before, but they really loved it. After dinner we all went to the living room to watch TV. Fortunately the snow wasn’t heavy enough to block the satellite so we had decent reception. Jewels and Sara had very similar taste in programming both liking the same show. I had not spent a lot of time watching television in the past but I found it nice to spend the time with Sara and Jewels. During commercial breaks the twins program the receiver to record several shows so it would not miss any of their favorites.
During the second hour watching television, Little Bobby and Morgan had finished the cake, bringing each of us a slice we ate it on the couch. My loves talked among themselves sometimes in whispers other times leaving the room during commercials. At the end of that hour’s program, Morgan comes to me and says. “It’s my turn, and everyone has agreed I can have you for the rest of the night if that’s okay with you?”
A quick look around the room, I see no objections on any of the faces of my loves. I take Morgan’s hand and we walked back into the master bedroom, I add one more piece of wood to the fire there. The room smells strongly of sex, I pull Morgan over to the seating area, I close the curtains to help block out the cold, no one is within miles of us there’s no reason to close them otherwise. I sat down next to Morgan and pull her close to me and start making out. Morgan giggles and says. “Don’t you just want to get on the bed and get naked?”
Answering her I say. “I got you all to myself for the rest of the evening. I want us to take our time. There is no need for haste; no one is getting impatient waiting on us. I want to make love to you, Morgan for the entire night.”
Morgan giggles and pulls me closer kissing me passionately. As we sat on the sofa Morgan sets up then straddles my legs facing me, her knees are nearly under my armpits as we begin to kiss. After a few minutes Morgan groans in slight discomfort. Pulling back Morgan states. “You know I don’t have a lot of experience, but there has to be a more comfortable way of doing this.”
Looking at her position I can understand exactly what she means. Morgan’s legs bents in an uncomfortable angle. I ask her. “It is your knees right?” Morgan simply nods. The couch is unquestionably long enough with low arms so I request Morgan to stand, setting myself near the arm of the couch with my legs stretched across it. I lower Morgan down onto my lap again. This time her legs extend over the arm of the couch. Morgan quickly begins to kiss me again, after several minutes she pulls back one more time. “This is definitely better.”
I run my hands crossed her back pulling her gently into me. We begin to kiss passionately our tongues tease each other’s. I kiss her chin, her neck; nibble at her spot on her neck that I know will drive her crazy. She presses her chest tightly into me as she arches her back but presses forward as she does. One hand moves below bottom of her sweater I slide it under across her bare back. My lips again found hers. I marvel at how smooth her skin is, how soft it feels to my touch. I only partly wonder why I haven’t noticed before. I take my time allowing my hands to touch every inch of her skin. Morgan has copied my movements her hands have run from my belt to shoulders her fingers have touched every inch of me.
We back away to get a quick breath, both of us get a devilish look, reaching for the bottom of each of other’s sweater lifting them quickly, almost instantly our sweaters cover our faces. Morgan quickly gets out of hers, I take a little longer. With my hands above my head tugging at my sweater, Morgan’s mouth closes over my left nipple, she teases it like I have teased hers as she sucks, nips, and licks. I find it surprisingly enjoyable, a very new sensation for me. My heart rate quickens, the sweaters are discarded falling to the floor, and I look down at Morgan playing with my man chest. My other nipple has hardened too. And Morgan switches to it, giving it the same treatment. With one hand I hold her head to me, I always liked for them to hold my head to their tits. With my free hand I work at unfastening Morgan’s jeans; she is doing the same to mine. I finally raise her face to me and kiss her passionately again.
I realize this is the first time Morgan and I have made love without an audience. First time we have been alone together, I want to make it extra special for her. “Morgan I love you. You’re my beautiful wife. As long as I live I will love you.”
Morgan smiles happily and whispers in my ear. “Bobby I love you, you’re my wonderful husband and I’ll always be with you. As long as I live I will never be with anyone else.” Love shines in Morgan’s eyes as her gaze holds me. I hear her words, there is truth in them. Morgan will always be in love with me, and I with her.
I raise bringing Morgan along with me; the expression on her face is one of joy. I lead her to the bed, my hands push down her jeans and she steps from them. Her hands push down my jeans and boxers and I step free of them. We both stand nude before each other I appreciate the magnificence that she is. Her beauty is awe-inspiring truly she is a radiant goddess in her own right not just a copy of her twin sister. Her eyes journeyed over my body finally resting on my hard cock. “Is that for me?” She asks lustfully.
My reply is equally as lustful. “Tonight it’s only for you.”
I pull Morgan onto the bed with me. In seconds my hands continue their massage of her breasts. I began to kiss down her neck and over her shoulder onto her breasts repeating the actions that work so well in the past. As my mouth takes the place of my hand I use it to gently but firmly rub along her ribs to her hip. I gently caress her buttocks and pull her closer to me. Her pelvis makes contact just below my belt line. With her pressed into my skin I feel her wetness. She moans. “Oh yes that feels so wonderful. Husband, suck my tits.” she pushes her ass away from my body to give my hand room to play, and moans. “Touch me, touch my pussy please play with my clit.” I whisper back. “Yes my wife.” She pushes in hard with a passionate kiss and moans in my mouth as my hand makes contact with her clitoris. “That feels so good.”
Then she moves her hips one more time and a smile crosses her face. With that I begin to slowly stroke inside my wife’s labia. The expression on her face says it all; love, lust, and playfulness are displayed her hands push me back to her breast as my mouth opens taking in her magnificent areola and nipple my lips formed a seal around them, my tongue plays with her nipples as hard as I’ve ever felt them. Morgan moans. “That feels so good.” She arches her back forcing her breast deeper into my mouth. I speed the movement of my tongue across her beautiful nipple. Her hands hold tighter to me keeping a contact to her breast. She raises my head and forces me down onto the other breast and I continue what I was doing. Morgan begins bucking her hips making contact against me. My hand rubs faster between her lips I press a finger on to her pink flesh rubbing crossed her vaginal opening teasing it with my finger. She is incredibly wet with her excitement. I rise looking down at her, and move between her legs as I position myself, she smiles her approval. With my cock over her vaginal opening, she bucks forward and throws her legs tightly around my waist. Morgan pulls most of my manhood into her at that moment. I pull back then push in to her all the way till I feel her cervix. When I do she moans. “Oh yes I’m so full, it feels so good.” I continue with a slow rhythm using nearly all her depth on each stroke. With each deep stroke she moans, a smile never leaves her face, her eyes burn with love. I kiss her passionately continuing my long strokes. She begins to spur me faster, I quickened my pace. After many minutes of our lovemaking my breathing and heart rate rapid. I am forced to conclude our kissing for now. Morgan’s breath comes as fast as mine. Morgan is meeting each of my thrust pushing me still deeper into her; each thrust now makes hard contact to her cervix. She pulls me down on top of her with her arms around my neck. Morgan moans. “Put your weight on me I want to feel you push very hard into me.”
I lower my weight looking for discomfort as I do so. Morgan smiles as my weight pushes her deeper into the mattress. I take just a little of my weight back onto my elbows, and received a disappointed look from Morgan. A lower myself back giving Morgan my full weight against her I’m pushing hard with each thrust now I feel the need to make her come so I can. Even holding my full weight Morgan screams in passion. “OH YES THAT’S IT BUT THAT BABY MAKER IN ME. FUCK ME HARD, I AM SO CLOSE!”
Not taking away any of my weight, I speed my rhythm if she doesn’t cum in the next few moments. I will, and this will be the first time that I actually came before any of my loves. I fill her spasm start beginning in her vagina and they radiate outward. I say as I know I’m beginning to cum. “That’s it Morgan Cum for me. Cum for your husband.”
Morgan screams again. “I’m Cumming.” She starts to spurt and I fire a rope of semen deep into her. She screams again. “I’m Cumming.” And again we exchange shots each other spraying the other. Again and again and yet again, till I have no idea how many times we each ejaculated. Even though were both extremely short of breath Morgan says. “Don’t, move.”
We pant hard. Her breasts are smashed between us I feel moister all along our bodies as we are each covered with sweat, but there’s more near her breasts. But I hold myself to her, as soon as I catch some of my breath I begin to kiss her on her face and neck, then left slightly looking down the moister over her breasts as a milky color to it, not a full white, the texture is wrong for it being only sweat. I lower my mouth to her breast and lick her areola and nipple the taste is of sweat and something more, a sweetness and milky flavor. I close my mouth and nurse on her nipple in a second I’m rewarded with a stronger taste of milk and more liquid in my mouth. Morgan moans. “That feels funny I must be very sensitive.”
I raise my head, and notice a bead of whiteness at the tip of her nipple. For whatever reason I find it exciting here is my 14-year-old daughter producing milk. My manhood not having lost all stiffness begins to quickly regain its full hardness. Morgan has a surprise look on her face, not an unpleasant surprise but definitely a surprise expression.
I must have a surprise appearance as well staring at her breast I ask. “Morgan do you see it there on your breast?”
Morgan looking into my face follows my gaze. Seeing the white bead on her chest she touches it and quivers at contact to her breast. Her fingers are coded with milk, as she brings them to her lips. She knows it can’t be me that produce the white fluid I was in her when I ejaculated. An expression of total surprise is on Morgan’s face. She stutters. “I’m, I’m, I got milk.”
Morgan somewhat panicked grabs the back of my head and pulls me back to her breasts. Almost shouting she says. “Suck it out of me.”
I’m unsure of what to do, I complied with her request. I close my mouth over her areola slide my lips tight around her nipple then nurse. In moments more milk begins to surge out of her beautiful breasts. Morgan moans. “That feels good and weird all the same time I can fill my milk moving in my breast.”
I can’t help it my hard cock is buried deep in Morgan, with each suck of her breasts it feels like she tightens and relaxes around me. This compels me to fuck her, my hips move with my nursing. Each time I draw on her I push into her. Each time she relaxes I pull back. It takes some time but her breast empties. Morgan grabs my head and pushed me onto the other, it too gives me milk. Halfway through Morgan is meeting each of my thrust then suddenly screams as a massive orgasm takes her. “OH YES DADDY. SUCK MY TIT. FUCK ME. OH YES OH YES I’M CUMMING.” She arches her back forcing her nipple deeper into my nursing mouth, as she starts to spurt she comes from her breasts as well each spurt causes a spurt of milk from her breast. Her nipple soon stops giving milk as that breast too has emptied.
I roll over to the side of her my limp cock slides from her. Morgan feeling my cum flowing from her vagina and down her ass onto the bed, holding her hand to herself she tries to go to the restroom. Her legs are unwilling to walk, so I gather my strength and left her into my arms. Carrying her into the master bath I set her down on the toilet as she requests. Morgan releasing her hand a torrent of our juices drops into the water.
Kneeling down before Morgan with great concern I ask. “Morgan my love, are you all right?”
Her face is one that I’ll always remember, both terror and excitement. She began. “I thought you could only have milk if you were pregnant, and you had a baby.”
I remember some urban legends I’ve heard about this, but none of them would be useful to tell her. Probably with Jewels training and experience she will know more. “We should ask your mother she will know more about it.”
In a minute or two Morgan face relaxes, as she still sets there draining she begins to giggle. “Bobby as soon as you tasted my milk you were as hard as steel. If it’s harmless I want to continue lactating. You can nurse and make love to me every day.”
Now I have an expression of surprise causing her to giggle more. Thinking about the effective it has on me as I look at her nipple I can’t help but get hard again. Looking down at my hard cock Morgan says. “With that happening all the time maybe if it’s only a little dangerous I’ll keep my milk.”
I tell her again. “We should go discuss this with your mother. She has experience as a nurse and should know about it.”
Morgan lustfully interjects. “Not right now, I have to fix something that I caused.” Finding her strength Morgan stands and draws me back into the master bedroom. She maneuvers me back to the big king-size bed, pushing me down I fall on my back. As soon as I settle Morgan straddles me, sliding down my hard cock she takes it in one fast movement. Morgan moans. “Oh yes now I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
Morgan begins a fast rhythm sliding up and down my hard cock taking every inch of me into her. Her breasts jiggle with her movements I can’t help myself I lean forward and suck one of her breasts playing with her nipple in my mouth. Morgan moans. “Oh yes suck my tits see if I have more milk for you, Daddy.”
My other three loves walking in catches us in the act. Little Bobby groans. “They’re still at it.”
Jewels and Sara laugh. Sara said. “See I had told you it was a matter of self-preservation. If I hadn’t gotten you to join the club, Bobby eventually would have fucked me to death.”
Jewels giggles. “That would be a great way to go judging from the expression on Morgan’s face.”
Morgan is lost in our lovemaking, fucking very hard and fast, she is very near her climax doesn’t care who watches or if anyone else is even around us. She only cares for her husband, the pleasure she gives him and the pleasure she receives. Morgan’s climax hits her hard in she screams. “OH FUCK YES, YES, YES, I’M CUMMING. FUCK!” My balls tighten and I fire off rope after rope into my Love. Morgan falls limp against my chest; a satisfied smile covers her beautiful face. I can tell she is already asleep.

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The Ten of Them. Chapter 30

During our last chapter, JJ and Marshall discovered making love to their wives now definitely has a different element. Both Kathryn and Misty are nursing. After arranging for alternative methods of feeding their children, they allow their husbands to nurse. Both JJ and Marshall felt perverted for wanting to do that. Misty thought herself also perverted from wanting Marshall to nurse. After the friends discussed it together, they found they had that in common. They decided to enjoy the experience within reason.
The life-changing thing happened last chapter was the discovery that Reese was JJ’s aunt, his father’s baby sister. Once given to the state JJ’s father and Reese separated, JJ’s father was several years older than Reese who was just an infant. Their parents’ premature death gave way to a second tragedy where Reese did not know anything about her family.
The Ten of Them: chapter 30
Composed by hard93 and Dimek
Sam and Crystal love Reese as their aunt, that had not changed, and Reese truly loved by the family. Reese is older than I am, not much more than twelve years. I did not know whether to think of her as aunt or an older sister before. The discovery that Reese actually related to us had not changed the feelings the family truly have for Reese. That did allow me to clarify how I related to Reese and Ron. Having Ron and Reese with us had always felt right, now we knew why.
It took about two weeks before Reese stopped tackling me every time she first saw me. I think Ron was beginning to get a little jealous, it could also be that Reese was very pregnant. Whatever the reason I was a little relieved, however I feel if Reese and I are ever apart from more than a few days I will receive the same treatment on our meeting.
Mom brought forth some papers that were from a private investigator Dad had hired. Dad it spent all the money he received from his rookie card, about twenty-five thousand dollars on the private investigator. The only thing the private investigator could find out was that Reese was alive and adopted a few years prior to Dad search. That sealed any further records and only Reese’s adoptive parents or Reese herself could get that information.
Mom explained, “When Joseph got this information it broke his heart, he so wanted to get back his baby sister. At the time there is nothing more that we could do, after Joseph’s death I did not have the heart to continue looking once you turned eighteen Reese.”
Reese holds my Mom as they both weep for a short time. Reese finally says, “Maggie it is okay, back then I was not ready. I am just so happy that we finally did find each other especially now. What has happened this last year changed me. I am not the angry person I used to be. Being around the family, around JJ and Kathryn is shown me a different way. Mom and Dad have their own way. Now that I see it in JJ and Kathryn, I realize how much they love each other. I could not really see that when I was younger.”
Mom smiles and says, “I am just glad we finally found you. I knew I loved you for a reason, I just could not put my finger on what reason.” The two hug warmly finding something more precious than all the gold in the world.
It finally comes time for graduation, and I both look forward and dread the day. Not just my life will change shortly, but the entire family’s life will change. The Coach will soon be retired. I will try to help him through the transition. Fortunately, for him Sam, Crystal, and several other of the children are looking forward to spending more time with him. I know he will continue coaching Sam in her swimming, now he has the time to work with the other children too.
Kathryn and I along with our daughters find our seats along with the rest of the family who are gathered for Kara, Joan and Johnny’s graduation. The only ones missing was Uncle Ron and Aunt Reese, no one knew why they are not here. Daniel set with Cindy in his lap leaving an unused chair next to him. Karen decided to be with Kara on stage to help her across the stage. Kara was having difficulty the last couple of weeks, as she was getting bigger with her pregnancy on top of the fact that her leg injury seemed to be acting up a bit. Ron even loaned Kara one of his canes.
Karen had decided to move in with Kara and Daniel temporally, with Helen and Coach’s approval, to assist Kara through the rest of the pregnancy. Kathryn and the other sisters including Helen have been taking turns going over as well, helping too, as they are all concerned with how much trouble Kara is having carrying twins. Daniel was very grateful, he worried for Kara and he seemed to fill every discomfort she felt.
Reese and Kara have become fast friends, and now that Reese is family it only brings us closer, the two found together most days. The family help Reese and Kara every day. Reese became pregnant three months before Kara, and it shows.
The threats Daniel received targeted Kara. Sylvia’s late husband has some disreputable friends that were not too happy about Kara getting off scot-free in their opinion. Fortunately, the police track down those individuals making the threats. Daniel took actions, namely a restraining order and a few quiet threats of his own. He still worries for Kara safety.
I know he feels more at ease having the two former Rangers watching over his wife. I know Daniel carries a firearm now, not to an event like this, but it would not surprise me that it is in his car right now. I wonder how long it will be before I too need the security of a firearm, martial arts are fine, but they do not have the same effect as a firearm. I mean most people do not turn and run away when you go into the stance.
We were in our seats for ten minutes when finally the graduation ceremony started. There were the speeches by, the student class president, valedictorian and the different Faculty members scheduled before starting to distribute the diplomas. The student body president Rachel announced the self-defense classes would continue as part of her speech.
I knew that Kara grades was high enough to put her in the top ten percent of the class that earned her a place on the stage. Most of the students set at the front of the auditorium, while the parents filled the bleachers, and the rear of the auditorium.
We all anxiously waited for Kara, Joan, Johnny Misty and Jim’s names to hear so we could cheer. Joan is actually seated one seat to the right of Kara, they call her name and the family cheers. Joan smiles brightly at her name Joan Thurgood. When Joan returns to her seat, she is very confused because they skipped Kara who was seated one seat before her.
The family and I all looked at each other wondering what was going on. I looked at Kara on stage and she too had a confused expression on her face.
The principal called the last name of the top ten percent without calling Kara; he continued calling the names now in alphabetical order of the majority of the students.
Misty gives Johnny a peck on the cheek as he smiles brightly hearing his name now called Johnny Thurgood. Misty is next to be called and she too smiles brightly as her name announced, Misty Thurgood. The family cheers as they receive their diplomas. Misty had enough credits, and only have to pass the commensurate classes for her senior year to graduate. Because of her pregnancy, they allowed her to be homeschooled and still receive her diploma. After he handed out the last diploma, he paused and looked at the gathered people.
After clearing his throat, the Principal says, “I would usually say that is the end of the diplomas and wish the graduates well in their future endeavors. However, I have one diploma left. This diploma is for a special lady. Mrs. Kara Atkins please come forward.” Kara had a confused look on her face but nonetheless with Karen’s help managed to make her way to the podium.
“Kara Atkins, formally known as Kara Edwards, is a remarkable student. She is also a hero. A few months ago this remarkable woman, risked her life, to save others, injured in the process. She showed courage and bravery in the face of danger. It is my great pleasure to present her high school diploma. In addition, I have the honor to present an award to honor her bravery and commitment to her fellow peers. Your fellow class members petitioned the governor and he agreed. You are receiving a special recognition from the Governor’s office of this great state.
The world could use more people like Kara. Kara, we all here wish you the best in whatever the future holds for you and your growing family,” said the principal. He shook Kara’s hand as he handed over her diploma and a plaque. There was a standing ovation as she receives her awards. After the crowd died down Karen led a softly weeping Kara back to her seat. When it looks like Kara was about to stumble, Joan instantly leaped from her seat to assist Kara, Joan and Karen got Kara back into her seat.
“I have one other speech I must make.” The principal began. Would Coach Edwards please approach the podium? When the coach was standing next to the podium, the Principal continues, “It is not customary to say goodbye to our retiring faculty, but you have been such a big part of the lives of so many of our students. Your selfless dedication, to their well-being and athletic achievements have not gone unnoticed. Therefore, many of our previous students wish to thank you.”
Behind them is projected, six pictures of professional football players all graduates coached by my father-in-law. As they walk across the stage in their jerseys from the various teams, they now play for; they stop and shake the Coach’s hand. They file on by as more players this time in college jerseys begins to file by shaking the Coach’s hand. I even recognize a few from the years I was their team member. Then finally, our football team comes by and shakes his hand.
The principal stepping back up to the podium says, “These are but a few of the young men whose lives you changed for the better. Your kind and warm heart has touched so many in this school, you will be sorely missed my friend.”
The crowd comes to their feet as the coach wishes the graduating class the greatest of luck in their future. The auditorium gives him a long-standing ovation. The applause is so loud I feel my phone buzz but cannot hear my phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, the call is from Ron just as the crowd dies down I answer and he informs me Reese is in labor her water broke on the way to graduation.
Fortunately, everyone in the family seated near me and other than a few having, difficulty getting out of the parking lot we all manage to get to the hospital together. Reese was very close to being full-term, and we were not too worried because of that. Ron is as nervous as the day of his wedding; he is walking back and forth with a slight limp. Sam runs up to him, jumps into his arms causing him to stumble backwards but he catches himself. Excitedly Sam asks, “Aunt Reese is having her baby, is he here yet?”
Ron shakes his head no, and Sam’s face turns into a pout before Ron says, “I know how you feel Sam I feel the same way.”
Crystal tugs on Ron’s arm getting his attention. He bends down and scoops her up too. I use my cell phone and take a quick picture of my two daughters in their Uncle’s arms. The two girls work together distracting Ron from his worries.
I do not know who taught them how to be such little angels when it comes to that. However, the two can distract us men when we are the most worried. They did the same for Marshall when Misty was in labor. I heard the stories from Helen after a day or two had passed. It was one of the afternoons when the girls were at Helen’s home. They all were asleep, including Kathryn. Helen and I talked in whispers and she told me the story.
My phone rings yet again, and I step outside to answer. It is Major Denton, his retirement had finally come through and he is actually in town. He is looking forward to meeting my family, and catching up with Ron and Reese along with the Samson family.
He agrees to meet us at the hospital, as I explained that Reese is in labor. Fifteen minutes later, he finds the hospital than chuckles at a nervous Uncle Ron still pacing the hallways now with the two girls in his arms.
Major Denton smiles and says, “Look who I found on my way here.” He opens the door again and in comes Ron’s father-in-law and mother-in-law. Reese’s mother rushes to Ron, the last time they saw each other was just before Ron went off with Reese on their honeymoon. After she lets him go, Sam and Crystal take a deep breath, and then they giggle before giving Ron a kiss. Ron sets the two girls down, and takes his mother-in-law back into his arms.
Reese’s father walks up to me and says, “I understand you are my nephew.”
I smile throwing my arms wide I say, “Yes.” I wrap my uncle, who is a little surprised at my actions, into a hug. I release him, and my Mom takes my place.
Mom spent her free time of the last three weeks with Reese. No matter where Reese was, Mom try to spend as much time with her as possible. That meant Mom was at Kara and Daniel’s house every day. Mom related almost every story she had about Dad and me to Reese. Kara listening intently as Mom told stories about her brother-in-law. More often than not Kathryn and the girls were there loving the stories too.
Every time Reese seen me, she would throw me in a hug and kiss my cheeks for a couple minutes at least. Giggling Reese would say, “I am such a lucky aunt to have a nephew like you.”
I usually give her a kiss on the cheek before I would say to her, “My aunt only needs to ask, and whatever I have I will share with her.”
Reese would say, “All I need is to share your time, and your love my nephew.”
Chuckling because I was so happy I would reply, “I thought you were going to ask for something hard, but just try to stop me from fulfilling that promise.” So far, that has been very easy to do, my wife, children, and my mother were usually with Aunt Reese. Recently Sam or Crystal cuddled to Reese whenever I found them together, with Ron holding both of them.
I watched how gentle Ron could be, especially when he would hold Amanda. For a big man, battle hardened, he truly had a soft spot when it comes to children. He seemed calmer too, with Reese at his side and one of my girls in his arms. I knew he was going to be a great father. He definitely was a great uncle.
Reese’s Dad, Robert who prefers Bob, smiles at Ron now have in the opportunity to give the big man a hug. Ron seems more comfortable now showing such affection, before he always was a bit standoffish when it comes to such things. Although, I think now things changed slightly for Ron he more easily accepts affection and gives it as well.
Ron did not have much of a choice but to become accustomed, Sam would jump into his arms as she did me. Crystal would demand affection from him too. Although she was not as rough, it can be harder to deny her, her pout would precede tears and both could melt the hardest heart.
Ron certainly have a soft spot for the girls, which now included Cindy. Ron takes Cindy into his arms, introducing her to his in-laws too.
Reese’s Dad asks, “Have we been away that long?”
Cindy giggles and says, “No, I got my new Mama and Daddy because my Mommy died saving us. She knew Mama Kara would save us, she just needed the chance my Mommy gave to her.”
Kara weeps, and Ron moves to her still holding Cindy. Cindy leans toward Kara with her arms outstretched and Ron passes Cindy to Kara. Cindy says, “Momma I did not mean to hurt you please do not cry.”
Kara caresses Cindy and says, “It is okay baby, it is just that I miss your Mom so much. I miss her every day.”
Cindy holds to Kara and says, “I love you Mama, Mommy did too. She knew you would save us. You and uncle JJ had saved Mommy it was her turn to help. She knew she was too sick and would die, she said by saving us her life meant something. She told me that just before she left us.”
Ron says, “I know how you feel Kara, there is people that I miss every day, friends that I will never get to see again, friends who have saved my life. I live to honor their sacrifice. It does not stop me from missing them, but I know they would not want me to be sad all the time.”
Kara draws a deep breath releases it slowly and says, “It is just that every time they call me a hero I see her face as she was shot. She smiled, and then she coughed up blood. I knew she was hurt so bad, there was nothing I could do.”
Cindy says, “Mommy was very happy that she is able to save you and me. She knew you were the only one who is going to stop him from hurting me, and Aunt Karen and Daddy. She was happy to give you the chance.” Cindy sobs and to her Mama’s shoulder. Kara begins trying to comfort Cindy even as she still sobs.
Most of the family try to comfort both Kara and Cindy. Ron finally says, “Maybe we should get a plaque made for the other hero that day, Sylvia should be awarded and give our highest praise, her action saved as many lives.”
I realize now that is what has bothered Kara all along, called a hero when the person who saved you died doing it was totally forgotten. That her friend happily gave up her life so she could live as a hero made the loss all the greater. The anger at the loss of her friend only magnified when her friend’s sacrifice ignored by those who called her hero.
Kara once under a little more control says, “That is exactly right, without her, without Sylvia I would not be here.”
Daniel after kissing his wife says, “I am so grateful to her, she saved you, she saved all of us. I want to name our daughter Sylvia. Is that all right with you, Love?”
Kara wraps herself around Daniel, squeezing poor Cindy in between them. They hold her for a second or two, before moving apart enough for Cindy to giggle. Cindy exclaims, “I like being squeezed like that.”
Sam says, “It is not bad until you cannot breathe.”
Cindy looks up into Kara’s face laughing she says, “I think Sylvia likes her name, is she jumping?”
Kara says, “I think they both like their names, I want to name your son Daniel Junior. Is that okay with you my Love?” Cindy gets a second squeeze as they kiss. Not so long to cause Cindy suffocating, when they part Cindy giggles again.
Cindy hugs Kara’s abdomen that holds her twins and says brightly to her yet to be born brother and sister, “Just wait to you guys get out here and I can play with you Sylvia and DJ. We are going to have so much fun.”
Kara puts her hands on either side of Cindy and remarks, “I think they like that idea, they seem to really jump for joy.”
It could be that their favorite playmate was just being born. The Doctor called Ron into the delivery room, after he was finished dressed in operating room protective wear he ushered into the delivery room. Now it was my turn to walk with the two girls nervously. Amanda needed nursed, and Kathryn had gone to the ladies room, along with Kara and Cindy.
Ron exited the delivery room with a bright smile, the Doctor had Ron cut the umbilical cord, something Reese had requested. Smiling he says, “I have a son. Robert John Davis is 8 lbs. 1 oz. has all ten fingers and ten toes, he is absolutely perfect.”
His father-in-law Robert smiles had the baby’s name stepping forward he pulls Ron into a hug. Ron has is bewildered look for a moment and says, “I never knew how much the human heart could love until now. It is a wonderful feeling.”
The rest of the fathers chuckle and simultaneously say, “Yes it is.”
We look around the room at each other, and then burst out laughing at ourselves. Ron gets handshakes and hugs as family members congratulate him. The baby brought to the observation window, wrapped in a blue blanket and placed in a bassinet. Reese will be going back to one of the rooms shortly, and Robert John will join her there.
Kara heard the commotion and sent Cindy to find out what is going on. Ron scoops her up and says, you have a new baby cousin Robert John Davis. Cindy hugs him gives him a big kiss and Ron sets her down, she rapidly disappears into the bathroom. Only a second later Kara is on her way to Ron to congratulate him. A few moments later Kathryn hands me Amanda, and she goes to run giving him a hug and congratulate him.
Amanda on my shoulder burps loudly. Wiggles a bit, and then drapes herself against my shoulder, as I gently rub circles across her back. The baby is asleep in moments. Ron chuckle softly and asks, “Can you teach me how to do that?”
I shake my head yes, although I feel Ron probably already knows it is just that he is a bit insecure, just as I felt on the day Amanda was born. Daniel has the same look, and I give him a nod as well.
Charles chuckles and says, “It looks like these young men forgot we gone through this too.”
I chuckle and say, “No I have not, I am planning on asking you and Dad to help me with Ron and Daniel.”
George chuckles, “While you are at it, I will need a refresher course too.”
Several of our wife’s giggle, Kathryn says, “I bet they do not make it through the afternoon.”
I step close to my wife, I am unable to let go of Amanda at this moment so I make the best contact I can allowing my hip to push against her gently. Mentally I ask, (can you hear me?)
Kathryn giggles in her mind, (yes, what did you have on your mind?)
Mentally I ask (what is the bet for?)
Kathryn flashes a mental image of me licking her, and then she is in a doggy style position as I pleasure her repeatedly.
With a mental chuckle I flash an image, of Kathryn given me a blowjob, followed by her on top writing me until I have another orgasm. Mentally I say, (That is what I want if I win.)
Kathryn giggles, looking up at me she thinks, (I do not think I will lose either way.)
I kiss Kathryn to seal the bet.
They only let a few family members at a time to visit Reese when she is in her room. When I finally do get to visit, Reese is nursing Robert John. Although she cannot jump up and give me a kiss, I see the joy in her eyes at my presence.
I smile is a grinning Ron as Robert John holds to his little finger, the baby’s hand barely wrapped around his father’s pinky. Smiling I say, “Take lots of pictures, they grow so fast during these months. Amanda’s hand are ready can go around two fingers.”
Chuckling Ron says, “I know, thanks for letting me hold my goddaughter. JJ, would you be willing to be Robert John’s godfather?”
In a soft voice not to disturb the baby I say excitedly, “I would love to be.”
Reese smiles and says, “It settled then, you and Kathryn are to be the godparents. In three days we will have a christening.”
The next three days went by exceedingly fast, I swear I let Amanda down on the floor and she moved when I was not looking. I am not sure if she was crawling, scooted, or rolled and set backup but she definitely was not in the same location I set her down. That was the first time, and I missed it. I was determined not to miss the next time Amanda moved on her own. At three months that is rather fast for a baby to begin to move, but not unheard of happening.
I know she has already started to roll when in her crib, that something we even have video of Amanda rolling around the crib. We have to be very careful, we cannot leave her on the bed, or a couch without someone there for fear she will roll off.
Robert’s christening goes well, and Kathryn and I do our parts as godparents. The entire family is there, including Rick Denton, he had us dropped the major because he is retired now.
Then we all went to lunch afterwards at Bobby’s and Mary’s restaurant now gets crowded every time the family shows up. I notice a new item on the menu, Alyssa’s meatloaf, apparently Alyssa and Mary exchange recipes. I just have to order that, it is excellent like most of Mary’s cooking, but I still swear Alyssa’s meatloaf is better.
Leave a two hundred dollar tip for Debs after the end of the meal. I pay the check before we head home.
Kathryn runs the class for that afternoon as I take care of Amanda. Cindy, Sam and Crystal are working on their home school, they should just be finishing third grade shortly. The Coaches judging their physical education portion, Amanda sitting on my lap watching the girls swim, Crystal and Sam barely trail Cindy as they race through twenty-five laps.
Sam is taking her time; I think she has giving Cindy the win. It is not that Sam pities Cindy is that she loves her and wants her to feel better. Losing a race occasionally is not a bad thing if you push your opponent to their limit, making them search for new strength within themselves. Sam is not exactly swimming at the top of her game, and Dad knows it, the smile he gives me tells me he and Sam are working together. Cindy’s victory will be a very close one, she and Crystal are neck and neck and Sam is only a tenth of a second behind, I notice Crystal messes up on the last flip turn, giving Cindy the lead. Sam purposely missed the last flip turn to turning too early.
Cindy wins with the second faster than Sam, and eight tenths of a second faster than Crystal. She beams went handed the first place trophy of the three small trophies Dad had gotten them. Some kids would tease the others for losing, but I think Cindy had been there herself. She hugs Sam and Crystal. She gets a hug from her grandfather as well.
Crystal runs off the show her second-place trophy to her Mom. Has Sam comes and sets on my lap as Amanda sleeps in her stroller. I ask, “You not feeling well today?”
She looks into my face and asks, “Daddy is it wrong that I did not swim as fast as I could?”
I smile and hug her and I say, “Sometimes winning means you come in last place. You made Cindy and Crystal work hard, and you gave them an incentive to keep on working. If you won every single time, do you think they would keep racing you? I am not even sure they would even try after a while. This way you can beat them in the rematch, just do not do it too badly.”
Sam giggles and says, “Daddy you want to race?”
I smile and say, “Okay, but tomorrow morning. That way you can tell the girls you think you are having an off day. You know I do not mind losing to you. I am very proud each and every time you have to work hard to win.”
Sam looks at me suspiciously and ask, “Daddy did you ever let me win?”
I smile at Sam and say, “Maybe once or twice when you just started, but I have not let you win in six months. Now you know what I meant, I made you work hard so you never had it easy. Now, I could not win a race with you if you gave me a full lap head start.”
Sam smiles and says, “Oh, I see winning is fun, because it was fun I worked harder. You think Cindy and Crystal are going to work harder?”
Giving her a kiss on the forehead I say, “I think they feel good about themselves now, sometimes they need that, sometimes you need that. I know you can help them do better. Do you think your sister will love you for it?”
Sam gives me a giggle and says, “Crystal and Cindy love me now, but I think they know I kept missing the flip turns.”
Petting on her I say, “You can always tell them that you are having an off day, when you miss the first you try too hard and kept missing them afterwards. That happens to many people. Sometimes when you try, too hard you will make more mistakes. That is part of life, to learn to deal with the mistakes.”
Sam asks, “If I did not lose on purpose would you still be proud of me?”
Pulling Sam back to my chest I say, “Win or lose Sam I will always be proud to be your Dad. I cannot waterski, are you still proud of me?”
Sam giggles and looks at me she says, “I am still proud of you Daddy. Even if you really funny when you try to waterski.”
I tell Sam, “Nobody’s perfect at everything, nobody is perfect every day even at things they are good at. It does not mean if you have a bad day I will stop being proud of you. I will let you in on a little secret, you swim faster than most ten-year-olds, and Cindy and Crystal do too. If the three if you keep swimming and keep getting better, it would not surprise me to see the three if you on the US Olympic team. However that will be when you get old, like fourteen or sixteen years old.”
Sam giggles and says, “Mommy’s only fourteen. She is not old, silly Daddy.”
I said, “You are only four and five sixth. Sometimes I swear, your ten years older than that, if I close my eyes, you could fool me.”
Sam giggles, gives me a big hug and a quick peck before she runs off. I am not sure if she had a bad day, or just a bad meet, or she threw the match at her grandfather’s request. I do not really care, I love her and still proud to be her Daddy. That is what I want her to know.
I remember seeing Sam watching a commercial, her Crystal and Cindy pointed they laughed at the commercial; two girls were riding in an electric toy car. I am sure that something that the girls would love. I should talk to Kara and Daniel. I would love to get one for Sam and Crystal but would not want Cindy and Anna or Rosie to feel left out of the fun. The five girls hang out at the Playhouse all the time together; they should be leaving shortly to spend time together. It is usually this time in the afternoon, unless Anna is in town. That reminds me, it is my turn to make cookies for the girls.
The three girls come in; Sam and Crystal are dressed in their play clothes, just an older pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I asked the girls what type of cookies they want, Sam and Crystal look at each other before Crystal says, “Chocolate, chocolate chip they are Cindy’s favorite.”
Cindy’s eyes light up and she hugs Crystal then Sam. The three giggle, as they get the mixing bowl and start bringing me the ingredients. If they want cookies, they get to help make them. I do not want my girls to be helpless, having someone else do everything for them.
I do not think that is a good way to live, being very dependent on someone else to do the simplest things for you. Everyone in the family could afford to have that lifestyle, we just choose not to. I am sure if we ran across someone desperately in need of a job we could put them to work. However, I still would insist that the girls do something, help in some manner like rinsing the dishes and loading the dishwasher. You never know, money may not last forever.
I am glad Kathryn has the recipe, and it is not too difficult. The girls are used to helping. They do not try to do the dangerous things. They do love to stir the cookies, although I do use the mixer when needed. Amanda begins to cry, I shudder realize she is hungry. I warm a bottle for her, even though she tries she cannot hold her own bottle yet, but give her a couple more weeks. Fortunately, the cookies are at a step, where the girls could handle their preparation for now.
Kathryn comes into the kitchen, glances around and sees me feeding Amanda as I watch the girls. They are putting the dough onto cookie sheets, not very evenly but it is there cookies. It is something they can experiment with the process of making cookies.
Kathryn sits down beside me, puts her hand over my neck as she leans into me. I hear her inner voice question me, (You got everything under control? I mean, if you need any help I am always here.)
I chuckle in my mind, my inner voice says to Kathryn, (you just trying to win the bet. The truth of the matter is right now, I would not mind letting you. Just so, I can pay up, but it is my day to be with the girls.)
Sam giggles and says, “Mommy and Daddy are thinking to each other again.”
The three girls giggle, and Sam says, “We can tell by the way you look at each other.”
I smile and say, “You know I can tell certain things about you three. Like if, you are hungry, and what you would want to eat sometimes. Like right now, Sam and Crystal wants grilled cheese, but Cindy you would rather have a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich.”
The girls all have shocked expressions, and Kathryn and I giggle. Before I say, “It is called empathetic or telepathic, I can feel your emotions, maybe even your surface thoughts when I said you are hungry, and the images of what you wanted come forward in your mind.”
The girls are still a little shocked, and Kathryn says, “It is because we love you so much. It lets us know what we need to do for you. Cindy, your Daddy is learning how to use it to, that is why he is having your Mama’s cravings. It will not be too long, before he learns to do the same with you.”
Sensing the girls’ apprehension I say, “It does not really mean I can read your mind, I could not tell you what you are thinking right now. I can feel your emotions. I do not think it is anything to be afraid of; it is not as if it is going to harm you. It is just a neat trick, which your Mom and I can do.”
The three girls huddled together whispering, and one of them keeps looking at us, Kathryn and I giggle as they plot. We know they are going to try to test us. So far, all three have changed what they want for lunch. Sam was thinking she wants a purple cow to drink. I do not have a clue what that is, glancing at Kathryn I see she does not either. I ask Sam, “Sam, what is a purple cow?”
Sam has a look of surprise, and her mind flashes it’s a half glass of milk with half glass of grape juice. She has not had one since her mother left. Her mother would do that to get her to drink her milk, something Sam did not have too much of a taste for back then. I chuckle and say, “What does that taste like, half milk and half grape juice?”
Sam walks right up to me stares into my eyes, I get the impression she is trying to ask something just using her mind. I reach out and take her hand, as with Kathryn the volume of her inner voice comes in much clear and is no longer whisper buried in a noisy room. My inner voice says, (ask again.)
Sam’s inner voice questions, (can you hear all my thoughts?)
I answer aloud, “If I hold your hand, and you want me to, otherwise it is like catching a whisper on a breeze. Sometimes you can understand, sometimes not. Nevertheless, when I hold your hand, and you want me to hear you I can.”
She lets go of my hand and takes a hold of her Mom’s hand. Kathryn smiles and says, “of course, I love you. If I did not, do you think I could do this?”
Sam’s eyes widened the next thing I know Sam is holding her close crying. Sam finally says, “I saw your memory the first time you saw me. You loved me right then.”
Crystal comes into my lap and we slide Amanda into her lap, leaning against my chest her inner voice ask, (when you first saw me did you love me too?)
I share the memories of the first time I met her with Crystal. Including the conversation I had with Kathryn, Crystal’s eyes begin to water although she has a bright smile. She kisses me and says, “Thank you Daddy, I love you so much.”
“I love you too Crystal. Do not feel left out Cindy, I love you too and I had since the first time I met you too. I just knew that you belong with Daniel and Kara. I get to be your uncle for the rest of your life, remember?”
Cindy moves to me hugs me the best she can because I still hold Crystal and Amanda as she feeds, “Thank you Uncle JJ. I love you too.”

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The Best Christmas Ever

This was my entry for the recent CAW, so since its nearly over, I decided to post this on the story site. Hope you all enjoy.~ Comments and feedback are appreciated.
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Molly hated the holidays. To her, it always seemed the same. All the shops alike would divest themselves from the spooky to the lively overnight. Shelves, once decorated with grotesque faces, pumpkins, and a myriad of costumes would suddenly be sparkling with wreaths, plastic evergreen trees and that unmistakable jolly old geezer that young and old identified with alike, even though they all knew he wasn’t even real. As it started getting closer to the holidays, people would immediately rid themselves of their former gloomy selves and become more energetic, more cheerful, wishing someone a “Merry Christmas”, or sending out corny greeting cards they found in the local Hallmark store. Sighing for the hundredth time, she absentmindedly clicked away at vacation spots in the Caribbean, Aruba and the Dominican, wondering where she was going to vacation this time to get away from all this crap. She jumped slightly as a voice broke into her thoughts.
“You know, I hear that Aruba is beautiful during the Christmas season.”
“You scared the living daylights out of me Christopher!” She swatted at her co-worker next to her in his cubicle, his hazel eyes crinkling in humor and his smile easily charming her.
She had always liked Christopher ever since he had moved into the department a year and a half ago. He was average on Molly’s scale of men, but his dry sense of humor and wit and earned him her friendship and they had meshed together well during that period of time. She knew that he had charmed many of the other ladies, and interestingly enough, he hadn’t really gone out with any of them. He had told her that office romances never particularly did well when they ended. She had remembered nodding, understanding what he had meant.
“So, are you going to go away again for two weeks this year?” said Christopher, regarding her solemnly, folding his arms and leaning back in the office chair.
“I may. I’m not sure yet. My parents want me to come visit them in the country, and I’m not entirely sure I want to yet. I don’t particularly want to head to another place that has more snow…”
“How long has it been since you’ve seen your parents, Molly?”
Molly shrugged sheepishly. “5—6 years now?”
Christopher raised an eyebrow at her, “You mean to tell me, ever since you moved into this department, you haven’t seen your parents? You’ve been going away on vacation all this time?”
“Or made excuses not to come.” Molly shook her head, “You don’t particularly understand, Christopher. Ever since I’ve been out here on my own, my parents have expected me to bring back a man.”
Christopher chuckled at her. “And that’s a bad thing?”
Molly snorted. “Yes, especially since he supposed to be the—“ She changed her tone, “—the only who you can see living with you for the rest of your life! Or I hear: ‘Why haven’t you found a man yet Molly? You’re not getting any younger!’ So, in order to avoid all of that, I vacation on some island where I know no one.”
Christopher chuckled again. “And you think you are the only one who hears this spiel?”
Molly nodded, smirking, “In my own version yes, and besides, I doubt a man such as yourself has any issues in procuring that ‘perfect woman’.”
Christopher’s smile disappeared at that. And suddenly, he became serious. “It is not as easy as you think Molly.” With that, he lifted himself up and disappeared behind his cubicle. Molly sat there for a moment, ashamed and stunned she had made her inner feelings known.
‘Idiot.’ She thought to herself. As she scooted over in the chair and leaned over to apologize, their manager hollered at both of them.
“Molly! Christopher! Get in here for a moment will you? I need to discuss something with the both of you.”
Christopher looked over at Molly, raising an eyebrow and getting up. Molly pushed her reading glasses onto her forehead.
Molly fell into step with him and while she straightened her rumpled skirt, she spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s―okay. I get that a lot.”
“You get what a lot?”
“Women assuming that I’m taken.”
“Oh.” Molly wrinkled her nose, “So this means you’re not?”
“Not for many years now.”
“Oh, but you have a plethora―” she was cut off since she had walked into the office of their manager, Mr. Smthye. He looked at both of them for a moment and spared an extra glance at Molly, his dark blue eyes appreciating her slim form before him. She would have asked what he was staring at, if she didn’t know his temper so well.
“There’s a new project in the department and I would like you two to work on it and present it to the executives. This project consists of creating a new marketing scheme to target a larger audience. The executives wanted my best two people on this project, so I’m picking you two to do head up this deal. We only have four weeks to get this done, which leaves you two plenty of time to think about what you’re going to plan to do. Do you hear me?! Four weeks and that’s it! So whatever magical ideas you got in those heads of yours, pull them out. The files are here.” He shoved two manila envelopes at them, glowering at them as they took them and turned to depart.
“By the way you two,” Molly and Christopher turned to face him and nearly knocked heads in the process, “your salaries also depend on how well you do.”
Nodding, Molly and Christopher turned to leave, Christopher letting Molly out first and shutting the door behind him. Molly breathed a sigh, silently thanking Christopher for his foresight. She wouldn’t have to feel that man’s stare as she walked away. Opening the folder, pulling her reading glasses down again and flipping through the files, she saw that they had a lot of work to accomplish in four weeks. The executives wanted four ads in total directed at pre-teens, teens, young adults and adults encouraging them to purchase their products. However, they wanted something completely original to astound them with, get them talking about the product first and then when they revealed the merchandise, have a large amount of people buy it. On top of that, they wanted something subtle which would grab their attention but yet not overdo it and turn them off from purchasing the product. Molly’s mind began turning over the possibilities as she maneuvered to her desk and plopped herself down into the chair.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what Christopher?” Molly replied absent-mindedly, focusing on the task at hand.
“Dodge and read through a quarter of a manila folder from Mr. Smthye’s office to your desk?”
“Easy I suppose?”
“I don’t think dodging an entire office full of people is easy, especially since they are all moving in entirely different directions.”
Molly shrugged, sparing him a glance for a moment. “I just know where to go I suppose?”
Christopher shook his head. “You surprise me at how modest you made that sound.”
She smiled, “I think we are going to need to use one of the meeting rooms tomorrow.”
“For?”
“Have you glanced in that folder yet?” She spared him a glance again and watched as he began skimming, his puzzled look slowly disappearing as understanding took its place.
“They want four ads in four weeks? This is madness.”
“Oh, of course it’s madness, but I think it’s doable. I’m probably going to take this home tonight to work on it, considering that it’s almost quitting time at this point.
“I guess now would be a good time to start packing?” Christopher replied.
Molly laughed, “Yes Christopher, it would.”
Molly wished him a good night as they headed their separate ways.
Driving home, Molly lightly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel while her music floated all around her. She softly sang with the music while she sat in the rush hour traffic, rolling her eyes at the constant congestion that always appeared at this hour. Muttering under her breath about how much she hated driving at this hour, she released her foot off the brake and then her phone rang. Tapping the screen, she turned down her music as a familiar voice was amplified through her speakers.
“Hey pretty lady.”
“Hey yourself,” Molly smiled warmly. “How are you Miss Nix?”
Molly heard a snort from her phone. “Just fine and dandy Miss Molly. So explain to me why I haven’t seen you in about two weeks?”
Molly cringed. “You may not see me for another four more my dear.”
“And for Heaven’s sake why not?” Nix replied annoyed.
“Christopher and I just picked up a huge marketing project.”
“How big are we talking here lovely?”
“Big enough to influence both our salaries.”
Molly heard Nix whistle, “Well then, perhaps I should recant my earlier statement. I think I can hold off for another four weeks if that is what is going down. You could certainly use the raise, after all the hard work you’ve put into that company! Hell! You’re partially the reason they are on the map!”
Molly smiled at her praise, “Now, now Nix. Don’t be raising my small ego now. I helped them develop their ads to put them on the map, but in turn, where else would I get nearly three weeks off every year? Usually you have to work your way up to that vacation time, and within a year, I obtained the leave to do so.”
“Still Molly, three weeks of vacation time doesn’t always equal out to more pay. Speaking of which, are you going away this year again?”
Molly shrugged, “I might. My folks want me to visit, and Christopher—”
“Christopher? How is that hunk of a man?”
Molly snorted, “Oh Nix, let me finish. And he’s just fine thank you for asking and yes, he still sits beside me. As I was saying, he made me feel kinda bad about it all. I may end up going.”
“And forsake your island cruises, the luxury of white sand and blue see through ocean, good looking men with the perfect tan and perfect teeth? Is the Molly I know planning to give up all of this?” Molly shook her head in laughter, “Nix! I did say I may I didn’t say I had made up my mind as of yet, considering I don’t want to stay in this cold country. So we’ll see. Anyways, I’d better go, looks like traffic is starting to finally move again and I need to stop off at the local office supplies shop. I’ll call you later?”
Molly heard Nix snort, “No, I’ll call you. You seem to forget that you have people around you when you’re working hard.”
Molly smiled, knowing it was true. “Fine, fine, you got me there.”
“Good.” Nix blew her a kiss through the phone, “Love you Molly.”
“Love you too Nix, bye!”
“Bye!”
Call disconnected. Return to music Y/N?
Molly pressed the button and music filled her ears again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP
The shrill noise of her alarm clock awoke Molly immediately. Glaring at the clock she realized that it was an hour earlier than when she usually awoke. But, she had promised herself that she was going to get to the office early and so, begrudgingly, she pulled her body out of the cocoon of her warm bed and shivered as she sat up, her nipples hardening under her nightgown as they touched the cold air. Giving another involuntary shiver, she pressed the button to turn off her alarm clock and turned her legs from under the bed covers and slipped them into her cold fuzzy slippers. Yawning, she got up and stretched, hearing some cracks in some places. Rubbing her eyes, she greeted the dawn by opening the curtains of her windows and a soft meow made her look down. Her Persian, Mika, curled between her legs and demanded attention from its owner, Molly picked her up and nuzzled her fur.
“Good morning Mika.”
Mika purred, letting out a meow of pleasure at being noticed.
“Let me get myself together and then we’ll have breakfast mhm?”
Molly put the cat down and it softly padded out of the room. Molly walked into her bathroom and turned on the light, closing the door behind her. Turning to her wall that housed her compact player, she pressed the on button and then the play button. Ella floated out to Molly’s ears, her voice making Molly smile. Stripping down, she glanced at herself in the mirror, and didn’t really bother staring much. She knew what she had… C cup breasts, a slightly rounded stomach, wide hips, shapely thighs and not nearly enough muscle tone to constitute being fit. Sighing, she turned on the water faucet and sang softly along with Ella as the water warmed. Tying up her hair, she stepped in and pulled the knob to redirect the water to the shower head. Hot water caressed Molly’s body and she began lathering up the soap to use it on her skin. When she was done, she grabbed the towel and stepped out, grinning at the feeling of her nice clean skin.
Twenty minutes later, she had brushed her teeth, and gotten half way dressed, with her hair still somewhat damp and pulled out breakfast for Mika as she set the kettle to boil. Another thirty minutes later Molly was driving into work, lugging her papers and all her associated files that she needed. She had ensured that she had booked the meeting room for the next four weeks and made sure she could lock the room when necessary. She didn’t need any unnecessary eyes snooping around on her work. Her heels clacked on the linoleum floor loudly as she moved down the hall into the carpeted meeting room. Opening the door, she smiled and began setting up.
– – –
Molly felt a hand at her back and shivered and nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Whoa! Molly!”
Molly whirled, her eyes wide, her hand on her chest and her heart racing, “Christopher!” She yelled, “The hell do you think you’re doing scaring me like that!”
Christopher looked at her sheepishly, holding up a cup in front of her. “I’m terribly sorry Moll, I just wanted to give you this…”
Molly let go a large sigh. ‘I can never stay mad at him.’ She took the proffered cup from him.
Cupping his face gently, she pecked his cheek, and she could have sworn he had shivered slightly at the contact.
“Thank you, I appreciate the thought.”
He flashed a wry grin at her, “So all is forgiven then?”
“For the moment. And if you plan to stay forgiven, you’d better give me a hand here, sir.”
She heard Christopher whistle behind her as she turned around.
“What is all of this, Moll?”
“This,” Molly waved her hands at the complicated brain storm that she had been working on for a couple of hours yesterday evening, “are my ideas for the very first commercial we need to make. Hopefully you can follow my stream of consciousness?”
She felt Christopher walk past her and pick up a red dry erase marker and began adding his own notes.
“Already have an idea Moll,” He turned to grin at her and she grinned back, excited about all of this.

Molly sagged against the door frame. It had been a grueling four weeks and the last three hours of presenting all this work had finally exhausted her energy. She breathed in deeply, feeling how tense she had been for so long and still was at this point. The executives had told them that they had made an excellent presentation, but whether or not they were actually going to use their work was still very much up in the air.
“Moll?”
She turned to face her partner in crime, his worry evident in his features. She smiled, leaned off the door frame and patted him affectionately. They had become much, much closer these past four weeks. Molly couldn’t count the hours, but she could certainly count the occasions that they had dined, chatted, argued, had heated moments and the occasional touch or brush that would make Molly’s heart tremble. Those were the moments that had increasingly occurred, much to her surprise, and it was those moments most of all she enjoyed. He brought her back to reality by gently cupping her face.
“Moll, are you alright?”
Molly nodded, and stepped back, but as fate would have it, she stumbled. Strong arms embraced her and brought her dangerously closer than she had been in a while. She immediately felt her heart beat faster at the sudden contact.
“Christopher,” she breathed, and inhaled, taking in his musky cologne and the slight sour smell of his perspiration. He leaned in closer, nearly resting his forehead on hers.
“Moll, are you sure you’re alright?” She nodded watching his lips form the words of her name and she shivered, wanting to do something…
“YES!” She spoke a little too loudly, shattering the moment between the two of them. Molly’s heart constricted and she saw an emotion pass across Christopher’s face before it disappeared, buried with the usual smile on his face.
“Can you believe we’re actually done?”
“No, not really, it still feels as if we are still supposed to be working on something. By the way, what did Mr. Smythe want to talk to you about?”
“Nothing really. He offered me something, but I refused.”
“Oh.” Molly nodded, but her curiosity wasn’t so satisfied on the matter.
“So, can we go out to dinner? For the last time?”
Molly laughed, “For the last time? You’re making it sound as if I’m never going to see you again or something!”
Molly turned, and with a slight trepidation kissed Christopher full on the lips. He didn’t respond for a moment but it was enough so that Molly could easily pull away. His lips were slightly ajar as she pulled away and he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes that Molly could not interpret.
“And yes, I would love dinner. Does seven sound good to you?”
She watched with some slight amusement as Christopher raised his eyebrow at her.
‘He recovered from that quick.’ She thought.
“You’re not even telling me where? This is a surprise.”
She grinned at him, “Surprise me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Perhaps?” Turning, she sauntered off, excited at the prospect of tonight.

Molly had felt like a royal for the past six weeks. And for every Monday and Friday he had given her gifts corresponding to the 12 days of Christmas. Day one had been the pears and the stuffed partridge, the golden rings had been five of her favorite honey crullers, seven swans had been the tickets to see Swan Lake, and nine ladies had been the movie The Black Swan, while eleven pipers had been the Christmas orchestra he had taken her to. She was overwhelmed by the gifts. No one had ever treated her so and tonight, on Christmas Eve, she had invited him over to her place. She wanted to thank him properly for all that he had done for her.
She set everything up; grinning at her devious and delicious twists she had in store for him.
Christopher promptly knocked on Molly’s door to her flat, noting that this was the first time that he had ever been here. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, noting that there was a text message from Molly.
He clicked and opened the message.
‘The door is open, won’t you come inside?’
Surprised, he opened the door and a slight tremble ran through him.
The lights were all off, and on the ground were fragrant rose petals of red and white, while the soft aroma of vanilla tickled his nose from the lighted candles throughout the place, making a path to follow.
He called out, “Molly? Molly? Where? What is all of this?” Looking down, he noted there was a note scrawled in her writing on the ground waiting for him.
________________Hello Christopher,
I know you have a ton of questions, but for now…lock the door, take off your shoes and follow the lights.
Love, Moll
___________________
Christopher shook his head and did as she asked and the sight that greeted him at the end took his breath away. There stood Molly, lit up solely by candlelight in a lacy red and white three piece bra, panty and garters. The bra lifted her ample bosom and the cleavage made him lick his lips in anticipation. The shadows deepened within that curve of her breast, and he wanted to see more. The panties covered her front, not allowing him to see much since the light didn’t touch there, but he knew that it would be the pearl he sought. The light and the garters accented her legs, those beautiful, curvy legs that he would ensure would wrap around him in pleasure. She did a slow spin for him, tantalizing him and he felt his manhood stir at the sight of her delicious behind, his fingers aching to touch and caress it. She had him turning to a pile of mush and she knew it. She grinned, and a song began playing the background. His eyes widened at her choice in music, but it was entirely appropriate for the moment. He wanted, no, it was more like he needed her. She sauntered over to him, her hands on her rolling hips. Christopher’s breath hitched in his throat as she lazily purred in his ear and slowly grinded on him, her body weaving and winding down on him like a slippery eel. His manhood jumped at every touch of her skin against his clothing and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid his hands over her body, touching her breasts, nipples, stomach, sliding over her working legs to cup her bottom and squeeze. She gave him a satisfactory purr and stepped away from him, leaving him breathless and yearning for more. He hoped her eyes promised more, because all he wanted to do was make love. He stripped, watching her eyes roam over his form and stick to the tent in his boxers.
“Come here.” Christopher growled out, and she obeyed, her hips still swinging to the music in the background. His cock throbbed as she pressed against him and he turned her around and unhooked the bra first, letting it fall to the ground. He turned her again and marveled at her breasts. One was slightly smaller than the other he noticed, but he didn’t pay it much attention. Her nipples were dark in the shadows but her skin was smooth and flawless to him in the candle light. He massaged one while licking and sucking on the other. Her breaths became deeper and heavy, a mewl of pleasure escaped her lips at his attentions. He noted that her hands had risen into his hair, and she gripped it each time he paid attention to her nipples.
“You nipples are very sensitive, aren’t they?” He asked her, and all she did was nod. He grinned and pinched one while nipping at the other. She yelped slightly but it turned into a groan of pleasure as he continued.
“Stop!” she whispered, “Oh God, Christopher, please stop, you’re going to make me come if you continue doing that.”
Christopher grinned. “Well dear, let’s see how wet you are.” Grabbing her butt cheeks, they slowly made their way over to the bed, kissing each other deeply. Christopher laid her on the bed slowly, and admired the sight of her hair spread across the bed, her half-lidded eyes, her rising, bountiful chest and his next area of attack. Carefully, and slowly, he undid the garters and pulled her stockings off, and then took her panties off, admiring her carefully shaved pussy and legs. He slowly caressed and kissed her upper legs and Moll purred in delight, but then suddenly stopped him with her foot.
“Wait Christopher, stand up.” She slid farther up the bed and motioned him to follow. “I want to taste you.” He grinned and obliged, his manhood standing up proudly in the light as a dribble of pre-cum coated the top. He climbed on the bed and she moved him into a sixty-nine position. He groaned in appreciation as her tongue licked and swirled over the top of his sensitive head and her mouth engulfed him, drooling all over his engorged length. He hissed in pleasure as she dragged her teeth lightly on the underside of his length and his body tensed as he felt his balls begin to churn. It had been a long time since he felt a woman perform this intimate act for him. Not wanting to deny her pleasure, he smelled her scent of her sex, his fingers splitting her wide open for his viewing. He admired the dewy folds of her pussy lips and her clit poking out, daring him. He took the dare and licked her, feeling her immediately buck and tremble above him. He grinned widely and attacked, licking, sucking, swirling his tongue round and round, lapping up her love juices with relish. She tasted slightly musky and he enjoyed her flavor. He also loved hearing her cries, since they reverberated throughout his cock’s length and made him moan out her name in appreciation. But he wanted her to come first, and slid a finger inside her pussy, rubbing her walls while sucking on her clit. She spasmed above him, her legs straining and he felt her walls squeeze down on his finger while her love juices soaked his face and ran down to drip on his chest. He happily ate her while she let go of his cock with an audible pop and moaned out his name ever so sweetly. He watched her turn to face him, and the smile she gave him lit up his insides and made him want him to do it all over again. But first, he wanted her.
“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that…” She whispered to him huskily.
“Oh?” Christopher smiled back at her. “You see, I have a little friend here that could use some attention…” She smiled that melt your heart smile again, and turned around so that she and he were lined up.
“I think,” she started to tell him while rubbing her hot and now very wet pussy against his length, “I can fix that.”
She took him in slowly, and he arched into her, feeling her delicious walls spasm and squeeze. She closed her eyes until pubic bone met bone and then she began to ride him. Her breasts bounced excitedly as they meshed together, and he grabbed her behind and squeezed it, helping her raise and then come crashing back down. He watched as she arched up, knowing that his girth stretched her walls as much as her walls caressed his cock.
“You are so tight and so warm Moll,” he whispered to her, and she looked down on him and replied, “All I want is your hot come blasting my insides Christopher, you feel so good…” Christopher felt his balls churn again at hearing that, and he grinned at her. “As you wish…”
The only sounds between them were the wet sounds of flesh, their cries and moans for each other until Christopher reached the point where he could hold back no longer.
“Moll! I’m coming!”
And his first spurt blasted into her, and it continued as all of his pent up cum filled her insides and she came as well shortly after, wringing out all of his semen from him. Spent, she leaned over and slightly curled herself into the crook of his neck. Their bodies were slowly coming down from the high and Christopher felt his manhood shrivel and shrink, but he didn’t want to leave her velvet walls. She made no sound of protest, so he stayed as he was.
“I think this is the best Christmas I’ve ever spent at home,” Molly told him.
Christopher laughed. “Well, I’m glad I convinced you.”
End.

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Jake’s Saga – Ch. 06 – Weekend with Katie

I apologize for the long delay in writing and publishing. I have a number of things to balance right now, and have been putting time into this as I find it. If you havn’t done so already, read the previous chapters before continuing.

Moms Sleepmask Secrets

Moms Sleep Mask Secrets
…..I can no longer keep this to myself. Moms who find they can no longer resist the desire to be with their son sexually….this is for you. It may not work for you, but it sure the hell worked for me. I knew all the taboo stuff, but one event changed all that when my son was a young teen.
…..I went out to our lawn shed in the back yard to get something, when I opened the door…there stood my son just as he was shooting cum as he jacked off. In a millisecond I didn’t close the door and leave, but I quick went in and closed the door. I’m still not sure why I did that. It was pretty dark in there as Andy scrambled to put his hardon away, turning his back to me. I suddenly felt sorry for him. He had girlfriends, but didn’t know a teen boys sexual urges superseded that. …..He just stood there with his back to me, I’m sure wanting me to just ’go away’ with his embarrassment. For some reason I put my arms around him and whispered: (“…no need for that Andy, any time you need to, you can come to my room and I’ll take care of that for you.”)
…. I was a single mother and the sight of his hardon shooting cum went straight to the horny place in every woman’s mind. It was burned in my memory and it excited me real good…. Every time I thought about it, which was now all the time it seemed, I got wet. Nothing more was said but the feeling of his beating heart in my arms that day…. got to me.
…..I left… and that was the end of it….for now….but…it was only the beginning.
My son will continue the story…
————–
…..I’m Andy. I lay in my bed and recalled my favorite memory, which always gave me a good rock hardon. I lay with my girlfriend 69, and licked her pussy as she sucked and stroked my dick. She had no idea what I was thinking that made me so hard. She ‘assumed‘ I was engrossed in thinking about her.….I was not. I played my ‘mind video’ for the umpteenth time.
….I started it from the very beginning….
———
…..I stopped by my mom Millie’s house to check on her. She had some minor surgery and was off for a few days to recoup. I used my key and went in to find her. There she was in her bedroom, just a thin nightgown on, laying there asleep.
…..She had on a sleep mask I‘d never seen before. My mom was a looker, and had a killer body. I paused thinking back on the many times I had wanked thinking about fucking her. Now for the very first time, I saw her with her nightgown wide open and completely naked. Her big tits standing up perky, a fine patch of sweet looking pubic hair and those killer hot legs.
….. I just kept looking as I had never gotten to see her this way. I may never get to again. My dick was going crazy getting harder by the second. I slowly walked over to the side of her bed and sat down. She was grinning and having a dream I think. I sat by her and held her hand. She smiled and pulled me to her. Her hand started wandering all over me and she had on a grin. I thought…‘Damn, hold on mom, I‘m not a part of your dream‘….although I wished I was.
…..“Mmmmmm”…she moaned. She pulled more on my hips to get me closer to her. Now I lay beside her as she pulled harder, pulling me on top of her. More…’mmmmmm’s’ as she started breathing harder. I felt panic…
….Oh shit…don’t take that sleep mask off, I thought. She might panic to find me on top of her. By now I have a huge boner laying right on top of her pussy. More ’mmmm’s’ as she wiggled her pussy on my boner. She slowly got her hands under my T shirt and started feeling my chest and back. She must have been having a sex dream, and thought I was her boyfriend or something. I really did try to think of a way to stop this….but…I didn’t try very hard. I admitted to myself, I was max turned on. I now wanted to fuck her so bad, and it would have been easy and….I was weakening to temptation.
…..I had on elastic waistband shorts. Now her hands were probing around them and inching them down. I was just letting this happen, with no will to stop her. After a slow pull down of my shorts, she found my boner and started stroking it. Big ’mmmm’s’ now, and she was breathing hard. She started rubbing my dick on her slit, getting it all wet on the head. Slowly she worked it and in it went in her pussy. I almost shot as it went clear in. Up came her knees and she started thrusting her hips up. Who ever she thought I was, she was going fuck them, and right now.
….I’m only human, and I started fucking with her. I started feeling those big tits and was just going for it. She was fucking me, I told myself, although it was to late to stop it now. She started fucking me with passion and moaning. I was going to cum, there was no stopping it. Damn she could fuck good. She ground her pussy down on my dick and I exploded in her. She must have gone off good too as he moaned the moan of high pleasure.
…..She was tight and my dick pumped her full and beyond as she fucked more. She was a knock out of a fuck for me. My mind raced with the satisfaction of a very long desire to have sex with her. I laid down fully on top of her to enjoy the moments of high feeling. She squirmed and held me tight. Her pussy was so warm and felt so good. I may never fuck her again, but I got to once, and it was awesome…beyond any of the girls I had ever fucked. My brain was spinning with a high that can’t be described. She slowly got weak and fell asleep holding me.
…..I had to get out of there hoping she wouldn’t wake up and go crazy or something. I carefully slipped off of her. She lay there looking so content…..I quietly left her house.
….I began to worry. What about all my cum in her. She’d have to know some man had been fucking her. She knew I said I would stop by this morning. What the fuck was going to happen.
….Nothing happened…at first…..
——–
I (Millie) listened….
…..I heard Andy leave as the door closed. I lay there feeling his cum in my pussy with my fingers. Wow…I had wanted to do that for ever. Yes…It was a trick on him.
…..The mask dream thing worked perfectly.
….. When I heard him come in that morning, I was masturbating thinking about him and I having sex. I used him to think about, to get me off real good. Now that his dad was gone, the thought just made me hotter. Sometimes I would set his picture between my legs and fantasize we were fucking so good. I had taken the picture one night as he came out of the shower with a big hardon. He was just standing there drying his hair when I snuck the picture shot.
….I quick pulled back into my bedroom and later printed it out. I had kept it hidden from his dad. When no one was home, I would take it out and masturbate while looking at it. It’s been 3 years now, and I only dreamed that we would ever have sex. These naughty thoughts I always kept to myself and no one knew…..well….one person knew. My girlfriend Dee.
…..She too had sexual feelings for her son and one night we compared notes. These are feelings moms sometimes get, but is rarely talked about. ….A few drinks and Dee and I came out with it one night. She admitted that her boyfriend caught her and her son going 69 late one night in her sons bed. The boyfriend left right then and never came back. Her son and her were still so hot for each other they fucked all night, that night. They didn’t fuck again. Dee has been trying to fuck him again for months now, but he feels the ’taboo’ thing and uneasy. He felt he was the cause of her boyfriend leaving her.
…..It was Dee that had read about a woman putting on a ‘sleep mask’ and faking a dream to fondle her son. Later, her son put on a mask too and the fact they couldn’t see each other somehow neutralized any guilt feelings.
….She had to try it. Last time I talked to her, she said now her son was taking the bate. They both wore sleep masks and he had felt her up one night, just recently.
….I lay there with a pussy full of my son’s cum and I hesitated telling Dee that I finally got my son to have sex with me. Because of her son’s reaction, I had planned how to handle my son if he didn’t want to have sex with me again. I felt the sleep mask was the key. He was just a stranger in a sex dream, that’s all. Fuck the guilt thing, we fucked so good, let’s continue and do even more.
….A week went by and I let ‘time’ set in my son’s mind. We talked on the phone just like normal. No mention of our fucking, but I knew my son, he wanted more of the hot sex we had.
…..I was right. He came over one warm Saturday afternoon…. for no reason. We were on the same wave length for sure. We both yawned and stretched. We agreed that a nap….sounded good. I suggested we nap together in my big bed. He smiled big and said: “Mom, you always have the best ideas.” I led him into my bedroom. I took my time undressing down to my bra and panties. “A bra and panties nap, …a…to keep cool.” I said.
…..He pretended not to stare at me, but I watched him eyeball me when he took off his T shirt. He had on thin baggy shorts. We lay down and that’s when HE suggested I put my ’sleep mask’ on to nap better. I smiled and reached over, I got my mask and handed him a 2nd one, for him to wear. The look on his face was priceless.
….. We put on ‘our’ sleep masks now. My heart began to race. Something was happening in his mind as we faced each other. I waited.
(Andy…)
….This was a mind twister. I felt the heat from mom but my mind said she could be any woman. Women I wanted to fuck, but didn’t or couldn’t. It opened up new feelings of grandeur. I was being forced to imagine who I was with. Mom was just one of a lot of women I’d fantasized about. I really kind of felt uneasy about fucking my own mom, so my mind made her into my ‘perfect woman’. The perfect face, hair, lips, tits, pussy, legs and on and on.
….I began to go for my perfect woman. Half dream, half fantasy, but real feeling all over hers and my body. I reached out……
(Millie…)
…..Soon he held my hand and massaged it. I pretended to be half asleep but shifted, putting one leg over his. ….We slowly scooted closer. I felt it. His hardon tent touching between my legs….I got a wave of warm tingles moving thru my body. I could feel the wetness increasing in my pussy.
…..I whispered: (“..whew, it’s hot.”) and started taking off my bra.
….I don’t know if he was peeking or just sensed I was taking my bra off, but his hardon got real ridged now. I took his hand and held it between my tits as I pretended to try to nap.
….. That was all he could take, and his hand began to move around on my tits. I moved my pussy closer and pushed his hardon between my legs. I could hear his breathing and feel his pulse in his hardon between my legs. Soon I felt his hand wandered around inside the waist band of my panties. My hand began to do the same to his shorts. Slowly we inched each other pants and panties down.
…..We just reached down and took them clear off. I lifted my upper leg up and pulled his hips so his hardon now slipped deeply between my legs. We both began to slowly move our hips back and forth causing my legs to stroke his dick. Now…he got all turned on as did I. We started kissing our necks and feeling us all over. He paused for a second, then slipped his body down and opened up my warm legs. I felt his kisses on my pubic hair as I ran out of breath. I was so tense that when I felt his tongue go up my slit, I moaned and pushed my pussy hard to his tongue. Oh god….. he knew just how to lick my pussy as I started to tremble. I hadn’t had a man lick me for over two years now,
…..I had forgot how hot that is. I moaned and lifted my pussy up to his lips with each long lick. I pulled on him to come up and put the big hardon in my waiting pussy. He came up…but…he kept coming. He came up to my tits and then my mouth. Now my trembling hands came up and stroked that big warm hardon. I wanted to look at, but I kept the mask on. I teased the head with my wet tongue. Now it was his turn to twitch with each lick. He reached back and fingered my clit. I began to stroke him as he kept going deeper in my mouth.
…It had been a long time since I gotten to suck on a man. Andy’s dad had been sick for long time and then expired. Now I had my turn with a kind of ’back up’ and I was so hot for this. I wanted his cum shooting in me so bad, I sucked with all the passion I had. My pussy was dripping as he fingered it……
(Andy…)
…..I recalled my ’perfect woman’s’ sexy ways that just couldn’t match any other woman I’d ever been with. Not being able to see anything, her touch and feeling me, got hot me so hot, I didn’t even have time to say ’I’m cuming’. I jammed my fingers in her hot pussy and grabbed her G spot and massaged it as fast as I could. She moaned loud with my hardon deep in her mouth.
….We felt the blast of my cum shooting deep in her throat. My hips jumped with each shot. She moaned without stopping and her body shook as she climaxed on my fingers. Her juices shot on my hand as she raised her pussy up and shook. Her body thrashed with ecstasy as she swallowed with moans.
….. “Oh My God…”..I blurted out. Something was straining from the mass of pumping cum out my dick. She wouldn’t stop or let go, jamming my dick in deep. My ’perfect woman’ had become a sex animal with me. I had to lean over or fall over it took so much out of me. …
….We lay there moaning and gasping as we both shook…..I just remember rolling over, drifting away and lost consciousness……
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(Millie..)
…..I was so dizzy and happy all at the same time. He had such a warm sexy dick to suck on. I made it last, by holding it tight in my mouth. I savored his warm cum…..finally getting more that I had dreamed about for so long. My darkness only intensified my high. I loved feeling his twitching body as he jolted on and on….. my tongue slowly twisted all around his still thrusting hardon…..
….I thought…’..thank you sleep mask…you’ll be kept close by… forever’…
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….A ‘stranger’ comes to my house a lot now. The minute I hear his car in my driveway, I immediately close my eyes, sit and wait, as he has instructed me to do. The ‘stranger’ comes in and puts my sleep mask on me. We never speak a word. He carefully leads me to my bedroom and undresses me. When I feel his face…he has on a sleep mask too. You couldn’t even guess what he does to me…but…. I can tell you this… that my pussy is kept sore. Why?…well… ’someone’… suggested he bring a couple of his ’stranger’ friends with him. They wear sleep masks too….
A sore pussy is a good thing….

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