Pregnant

Fiction

The Late Night Visitor

Christina desperately wanted a baby, and Greg wanted a son, but in the eight years they had been married they’d had no luck in producing a child. Christina’s doctor suggested invitro fertilization, but it was too expensive, and Greg balked at the idea because people would think he wasn’t man enough to get his own wife pregnant.

Fiction

The two of them: chapter 15

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n our last chapter we discovered Sam was afraid of thunderstorms. Hopefully not as much after we try to calm her down and show there was not much to be afraid of. But I got a feeling every night there’s a strong thunderstorm Sam will be sleeping on my chest, not that I mind.
Mom and Alyssa are stuck waiting on the court to finalize the divorce this upcoming Monday, five more days before they can return. Today I have to assistance a friend’s father and mother continue their way of life, and keep my favorite restaurant open.
The restaurant is a fixture in our little town in it wouldn’t be the same town without it. It may be a symptom to a larger problem. That worries me, I love living near our small town. I would hate for it to become a small ghost town.
When times are good people love to eat out. Young people date when they have the money and dinner out is just a part of the dating process. When times are tight, eating out is usually one of the first things that people cut back on. Restaurants do well when the rest of the community is doing well. When restaurants fail, it’s a sign the greater community is in distress. My economics classes, when into some of these details and causes. The community needs new jobs and new businesses to create them. With more employment the economy of this community strengthens. Some small communities like this even a small number of jobs can have a drastic effect. A few more people employed can be the difference between the community failing or prospering.
A second thunderstorm last night woke Sam and she came awake with a scream. Apparently she wasn’t the only one frightened by the storm. Joan was awake and hearing Sam screaming came in after a quick knock at our door. She was almost as afraid as Sam. Joan too had never experienced a thunderstorm before tonight. She said she spent the last one in the safe room. Joan was on her way there when she heard Sam scream.
Joan and Sam both calm down seen that Kathryn and I were not upset or frightened by the storm. After a while, as we watched the storm both seem to be enjoying Mother Nature’s light show.
Sam, Kathryn, Joan and I counted between lightning and thunder to see how far the storm was away. We even looked it up online, because the difference in speed of light and sound roughly five seconds equals one mile away. Living in the country there’s not a lot of extra noise during the evening, and sound travels very far on a wind. Sometimes you can even hear the thunder up to sixty seconds or more after the flash of lightning that created it. It’s hard to tell because there’s usually more flashes of lightning within that timeframe. I warn Sam and Joan, “If you see lightning and count to ten or less get home or indoors as soon as possible. If you count less than five between lightning and thunder go to the nearest house and stay there and you give Mommy and me a phone call. Or you can stay in a car either way is safe enough for just a thunderstorm.”
Kathryn warns, “Never stand under a tree, even a small one. Remember what happened to the tree at the end of the meadow.”
Sam wide-eyed says, “That was scary.”
Joan has a frightened expression and asks, “What happened to what tree?”
Sam excitedly says, “Daddy snapped his fingers, lightning hit the tree and then the boom in the tree fell down. It was a really big tree too.”
Joan looks at me suspiciously from the end of the couch where she is all wrapped up in a warm blanket. Just on a whim I snap my fingers and the closest bolt of lightning flashes overhead with less than a second from the flash till the thunder. Sam grabs my hand and pulls it to her. Wide-eyed she says, “Daddy don’t do that to anymore trees.”
With a chuckle I say, “Sam that was a coincidence, I really can’t do that. I guess somebody up there has a good sense of humor though. It sure made Joan jump.”
Joan giggles and she says, “By just snapping your fingers you can’t make lightning.” And she snaps her fingers trying to prove a point. Of course I guess someone has a good sense of humor, right as she snapped her fingers a huge flash and loudest thunder yet happens. Joan’s expression nearly had me rolling on the floor I was laughing so hard. Kathryn was too.
Sam still with large eyes says, “Please no more snapping fingers.”
I tell them, “That’s why we stay indoors, or under the roof of a house. The way houses are built, they are not normally struck by lightning.”
Sam says, “I’m happy right where I am at. I feel safe with you and Mommy.”
We were on our couch looking out the doors to the patio watching the lightning through them. Kathryn was in my lap and Sam in hers, with my arms wrapped around all three of my loves. Kathryn being pregnant counts as two, because she’s carrying our baby Amanda. Although I have some time before I get to hold Amanda just about eight months now.
After the storm we go back to our beds, I had to agree to let Joan return if we have any storms.
We awaken a sleepy Sam and Kathryn takes her to the bathroom with her. Sam stretches as she walks to the bathroom following Kathryn. The funny thing is Sam stretching the same way Kathryn is. I don’t even know if Sam realizes that she’s copying Kathryn more every day. I don’t mind I find Kathryn’s little habits endearing. If Sam picks up every single one of them it would not bother me. I wonder if Amanda will do the same, either copying Sam or Kathryn. Sam still plays with her hair which Kathryn doesn’t do, but that’s a habit I don’t care about. Actually I think is charming the way she runs her fingers through her hair then twists a strand around her finger.
As soon as it’s my turn in the bathroom, I take a quick shower, shave and brush my teeth. Dressing in my robe I return to my girls. They’re dressed in cutoff jeans and T-shirts, and I dress in jeans and a T-shirt just perfect for looking around the fallen tree.
As we walk down the walkway to the boat house following the steps down the hillside. Sam gives me a tug and I put her up on my shoulders. Sam loves being on my shoulders, and almost every time we’re outdoors she will try to get me to let her ride as much is possible.
Kathryn even got me to let her ride once. After a hundred feet or so I had the let her down she was getting too turned on by the friction of my neck against her pussy. Although that was an interesting way to get her turned on, I much prefer licking it verses necking it. Fortunately it doesn’t have the same effect on Sam, but when it does I’m sure Sam isn’t going to like having to stop. Amanda probably will like riding on my shoulders as well; Sam will give it up let her little sisters ride their Daddy shoulders. Of course they will be copying Sam doing that.
We cross the meadow on our way to the tree with Sam on my shoulders she’s quickly spots the Mason jar now wash clean by the rain last night. The glass jar full of gold coins reflects the morning sun into Sam’s eyes. With her hand in front of her face Sam asks, “Daddy what is that shiny stuff in the tree roots?”
I look up and carefully remove the Mason jar bring it down for Sam to look at. Sam asks, “Is that gold?”
With a chuckle I say, “It’s really old gold coins. Like from when grandma’s grandpa lived here.”
Sam says, “If they belong to her grandpa that means there hers.”
I say, “Let’s see if we can get them back to her. I bet he meant for them to be hers, because this tree fell over just now. It could have fallen over any time in the last four years, or any time after this. It’s good that it fell over while she’s here.”
Sam still setting on my shoulders giggles as she brushes the dirt away from another jar. Clean of the dirt the gold coin show through reflecting the bright morning light.
I tell Sam, “Let’s leave that one right where it is at so grandma can find it.”
Sam pokes her finger at the base of another jar and more dirt falls away revealing a second jar still in the tree roots. Sam giggles, “That will make it easy for grandma to find that one too.”
Kathryn says, “We better go get her. She wants to leave fairly early this morning.”
While we were walking back I take a good look at the jar. The jar’s lid coated in tar formed an airtight seal. Once buried the tar around the lid kept it from rusting. At the bottom of the jar are gold coins, some silver coins above them, and some bills that I can’t make out the dollar amount from outside the jar. We know of at least two more jars probably exactly like this still in the roots the tree. I wonder what story grandma will have about her grandpa’s money.
Marshall and Misty were in the solarium and I show Marshall the jar. Marshall’s eyes light up seeing the coins he says, “I used to collect coins when I was a kid. I had a few Morgan’s that weren’t really valuable. I learned a lot about coin collecting and grading. Did you know some Morgan’s silver dollars can be as valuable as the double Eagles or even more?”
With a smile I say, “That’s really good to know. I think these belong to grandma, her grandfather once owned this land and probably buried them here a long time ago.”
Walking upstairs we find grandma finishing breakfast for us. Sam runs to her and says, “Great Grandma look what we found. It’s your grandpa’s ball jar treasure.”
Grandma giggles, “The family was looking for that the last fifty years Sam. We would’ve found it by now if it was out there.”
I slipped the jar behind my back; I want to hear the story before we surprise her with the jar. Marshall takes the jar just like I handed off the football to him many times before. Kathryn grins as she blocks grandma’s view. She says, “Tell us the story again about great grandpa’s treasure.”
Sam has a frustrated look not being believed. I hold my hands up and I tell her, “Let’s go wash our hands Sam. We need to get them clean for breakfast. Grandma, can you tell us the story over breakfast?”
Grandma giggles, “Sure, just don’t waste your time looking for the treasure. It’s almost like it doesn’t want to be found.”
Once in the bathroom with the water running I tell Sam, “I know Sam. We’ll get grandma tell us the story first. Then you can hand her the jar. Your uncle Marshall and I hid them from her right now so after the story. We’ll make sure you have the jar and you can give them to your Great Grandma. I want to get my camera to get a picture of her face when you give the jar to her.”
Sam giggles, “I bet she’ll make a funny face.”
With a chuckle I say, “I know she will Sam. I want to make sure you have something of her you can keep. This way you have a story you can tell and show the picture to your grandkids.”
Sam giggles, “I’m still too young to have kids.”
I kiss Sam on her forehead and tell her, “You will not always be Sam. You’ll grow up, and find a nice man to love you. Then one day you will have kids of your own. I will tell them the story of how on a very special day, your Mommy and me found our Princess Sam.”
Sam giggles, “I think I’d like that. But bring the bear skin, and Mommy can tell them the story of how you saved her, and my Aunts from the bear.”
I say, “We always can save that one when you come home for Christmas.”
Sam gets confused look before she asked, “What is Christmas?”
I never thought of it, I have no idea what religion if any her grandmother or parents followed. It’s not that Kathryn and I are very religious. After all we were having sex before we were married. Not something most religions would openly approve. We have always celebrated Christmas although we never followed a religion.
While Sam and I wash her hands I ask, “Sam did your grandmother or parents follow any religion?”
Sam shakes her head no and says, “My grandma said there wasn’t a God, to let her daughter die on the same day her son-in-law did. Mom and Dad were gone a lot and I remember lots of lights and trees during the winter. Grandma never had any. I don’t remember one when Mommy and Daddy were alive.”
With a chuckle I say to my beautiful Sam, “Well this year you’re going to have a Christmas. I’ll explain everything about it. First let’s surprise your Great Grandma.”
Sam giggles, “I like surprises, and I think Great Grandma does too.”
Kathryn comes in and washes her hands quickly and says, “You two better hurry up, grandma might think you’re up to something.”
I explain to Kathryn, “This is going to be Sam’s first Christmas this year. Her grandmother didn’t celebrate them.”
Kathryn looking at Sam says, “Well we’ll just have to make this a very special Christmas for you Sam.”
Sam giggles and says, “I think I’m going to like Christmas.”
We walked back to the kitchen and join everyone else for breakfast sitting in my chair is the jar and Sam sets in Kathryn’s lap today. Michael senior, the Coach is there next to my chair and he leans over and whispers in my ear. “Marshall told me.” He shows me the camera and gives me a wink.
Near the end of breakfast grandma starts her story, “Back when I was a very little girl even younger than you Sam, my grandpa that would be your great, great, great grandpa Sam. It was 1929 and people talking about how bad it was for everyone’s finances. They were tell me banks were closing their doors, they gotten stock with their customers money and then the stock was it worth anything. My grandpa was of rich men but even he lost most of his money. What he had he wasn’t going to put it in a bank, so he told me this riddle. Three by three I hide for thee. Under a young oak tree I hide for thee. Three away and three deep I hide for thee. Those a few more lines but I didn’t memorize them. But he did tell me one time just before he died they’ll stay hidden until the entire family comes home. These to be a house right on this very spot it was a really big house with lots of rooms. But it burned down a long time ago. Nobody died here Sam so don’t worry about it being haunted. But the family lost his fortune, and we been looking for it ever since.”
Michael asked, “Mom any of the biscuits left?”
They were a couple left on the pan and she was close to them when she turned I put the jar in front of Sam. When grandma turned around to hand Michael the biscuit she couldn’t help but see the ball Mason jar filled with money sitting in front of Sam. Sam giggles and says, “I guess all the family came home.”
Grandma has her hand over her mouth and tears run down her cheeks seeing the money in the jar. She finally says, “Sam you try to tell me you found it didn’t you. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. My great-granddaughter I think you’re right the family is finally home.”
Alyssa, Mom and Johnny walk in the door, now that’s a surprise for me. I get up to walk to my Mom and throw her in a hug I really missed her. If it wasn’t for Kathryn and Sam and the classes, I would’ve been in California the day after she left. Mom giggles, “I missed you too son. That’s why we hurried home. We really wanted to surprise you last night. Those thunderstorms delayed our flight and we were really tired so we just waited and left early in the morning from a hotel.”
Grandma asks, “Is that all just the one jar?”
Sam giggles saying, “I don’t think so great grandma. Remember the riddle; three by three I hide for thee. I bet there are two more jars.”
Grandma says, “Let’s go find them, where did you get that one.”
Giggling Sam says, “It was under the tree that Daddy hit with lightning and pushed over.”
That caused some very confused expressions around the table, but Kathryn and Joan just giggle. Joan was hugging her mother and Alyssa asks, “Do you know something that I don’t.”
Kathryn and Joan giggles turns to laughter and MC shakes her head before she asked, “Sam how is this again your Dad snapped his fingers, and the tree got hit with lightning?”
Sam excitedly repeats, “Daddy snapped his fingers, lightning hit the tree and then the boom in the tree fell down. It was a really big tree too.”
Joan says, “He said it was a coincidence last night when he snapped his fingers and a large lightning bolt and loud thunder happened during the second storm.”
MC giggling, “I’m not going to write that. No one would believe it if I did.”
Kathryn giggling says, “You did it too Joan. You snapped your fingers and then the second really big bolt of lightning and really loud thunder was caused by you snapping your fingers.”
Sam says, “Daddy and Joan don’t get the snapped their fingers anymore.”
Now with a laugh I say, “I don’t think I caused that lightning last night Sam. But somebody has a really good sense of humor played a joke on us last night.”
Joan giggles, “JJ, are you saying God is a practical joker?”
Thinking out loud I say, “The Aardvark, platypus and he created us in his image. Sure I imagine he gets bored just like we do. Sam’s expression was really funny last night. When you snapped your fingers your expression was priceless, I wish I had a camera to share that expression you had.”
Kathryn giggles, “We should check the security footage.”
I say, “Well I don’t know that caught her expression, but it probably has enough to prove our story.”
Sam reminds us, “Let’s go get great grandma’s treasure first.”
Sam’s absolutely right. We should go get those last two Mason jars before they disappear. The whole family gets up and I pull Mom and Alyssa after us. We walk down like Kathryn and I had before grandma holds on to my arm and Michael’s. It’s only now that I reminded that she is nearly 90 years old. We cross the meadow slowly nearing the fallen tree. Even from a hundred feet away you can see the glittering gold at the bottom of the two Mason jars still in the tree roots. When we reached the tree Sam points saying, “There’s the other two, with the one we brought you that makes three.”
Johnny asks, “What was the riddle again?”
Grandma repeats, “He told me this riddle. Three by three I hide for thee. Under a young oak tree I hide for thee. Three away and three deep I hide for thee.”
The jars still in the roots are about three foot apart in a triangle. With the tip near the edge of the tree, but ninety years ago this tree would have been a sampling and only a few inches across not nearly three foot that it is now.
Johnny points out, “three by three or 3×3 is nine. Their six more jars here somewhere.”
Michael retrieves the two jars handing them to his mother. I look in the holes left behind by the jars I even dig a little bit toward what would have been the surface but I realize that top jar would have been about three foot deep. So if they’re not above the jars we found they must still be in the whole underwear those jars where before the tree fell. Having everyone stay back I say, “I bet they still in the whole. Let’s see if we can find them without crushing them.”
I step gingerly into the whole. I am looking for any sign of the other jars.
Johnny says, “I bet they were stacked three deep in three columns.”
With a smile I say, “That would fit the riddle. If you use a posthole digger he could bury them very easily.” One thing I’m very good at is spatial puzzles, and I realized there is an arc as the tree fell 90 degrees lifting its roots from the ground. The top three jars went with the tree leaving the rest here in the whole. I start with the one nearest the tree trunk it also should be the one nearest me as I have my back to the roots. I take other clues into consideration the broken roots give me an idea as well. I began digging and only in a few seconds I find the top of the fourth jar. Directly under it is the fifth. I hand them both to Michael. They have more gold and silver with cash in them too. Tracing the triangle out from where I found those two the next four easy to find. I hand them to Michael as well.
We’re pretty well satisfied that we got them all from the clues from the riddle. Smiling I tell Johnny, “Those video games finally paid off.”
Johnny chuckles and says, “It’s funny I usually don’t like the ones that make me solve riddles.”
Michael comments before we leave. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen lightning only run down one side of the tree.”
Grandma says, “I haven’t ever seen lightning do that too. Normally it will spiral down a tree trunk or run down three sides of the tree at the same time. Not take the limbs of one-sided tree like this.”
Sam giggles again, “I guess if Daddy didn’t do it. Then Angel great, great, great grandpa must have.”
Grandma giggles and says, “He was one of the biggest practical jokers in the County for his day.”
We begin walking back and I smile saying, “You’re not going to have any trouble taking the treasure I hope. After all it is yours. We wouldn’t found two thirds of it if it wasn’t for you remembering the riddle.”
Grandma chuckles before she says, “Sam found the first third.”
Sam giggles and slipped her hand into her great grandma’s she says, “Angel great, great, great grandpa knocked the tree down to tell us the family is all here.”
Grandma is silent for a few seconds and then she asks, “Sam what was your grandma’s last name?”
Sam has to think about that I know she’s trying to remember when she says, “Thurgood.”
Mom takes a deep breath in and then she says, “My great-grandmother was a Thurgood too.”
Grandma giggles, “The family really has all come home. My maiden name is Thurgood.”
Kathryn and I look at each other, comprehending we married each other not realizing we are distant cousins. We have no idea how this is going to change our relationship if it will at all.
Misty giggles she puts her head between us then whispers, “Incest is best put your cousin to the test.”
Marshall gives me a punch in the arm to wake me up. He says, “You know that means were cousins too.”
Sam says, “No, you’re my uncle Marshall.”
Marshall gives a chuckle before he says, “It’s more common up here than most people realize. Smaller communities have that problem. Unless you get a girl from college and there’s still no guarantee on that. You’ll find your married your fifth, fourth or maybe even third cousin.”
Misty has a questioning look as she looks at Marshall and he holds up four fingers. With a chuckle I say, “I knew there’s a reason I liked you Misty, you’re probably as closely related to me as Marshall is.”
Kathryn says, “Oh Shit how is this going to affect us adopting Sam.”
Grandma giggles before she says, “After the third cousins you’re not considered to be related. But from what I can gather we’re probably fourth or fifth cousins.”
Kathryn asks, “Should we mention it to Mrs. Clark?”
Alyssa has a quiet smile on her face. She says, “Thank goodness I’m not related to you yet.”
Marshall and I pick up on the yet immediately. With a chuckle I say, “You sure about that, if you go far enough back you’re related to everybody. Genetic show we’re all sons and daughters from only one woman.”
Johnny asks, “Is that true?”
Marshall chuckles says, “If our twelfth grade science teacher can be believed, and that Nova program on human genetics she shown us.”
Johnny asks Marshall “Is that why you’re not prejudiced, that you believe all humans are related?”
Marshall answers bluntly, “Yes, and prejudice is just stupid. Why should I hold something against you that you had no choice in? Did you choose who your parents were going to be? I don’t know of anyone who could answer yes to that, other than maybe Sam.”
Sam giggles and says as she hugs Kathryn, “I think my Angel Mommy and Daddy chose for me. They made sure only Mommy and Daddy found me.” Sam looks around at the concern looks she gets from the family so she continues with the story from what happened to her on the day we found Sam. She takes a deep breath as I pick her up and says, “Let me tell you what happened that day. First we were traveling in the car and we stopped to get gasoline. They were afraid the cops are going to catch them so they didn’t use the interstates. That’s when they heard about the big wedding and how a lot of people were going. Old Mommy wanted to go and see it, Lester didn’t he wanted to keep going. It took a long time for old Mommy to convince Lester to go.”
Sam looks at the boat dock then continues her story. “When we got here the clouds just block out the sun and everybody was looking at the boat dock. I saw the two standing there and I wished they could be my new Mommy and Daddy, that’s when the sun started shining on them. I really don’t know who they were. We were so far away. Lester looked around and said with this crowd we can find a bunch of Johns. I don’t know what he meant by that, but old Mommy didn’t look happy. That’s when she insisted that I stay outside. They hide me way back in the brush where I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t see the bride and groom anymore.”
Sam takes another deep breath and continues, “Lester had spanked me for running off before, and all I did was go to the bathroom. I needed to use the bathroom bad. I was hungry and thirsty and scared I couldn’t help it I started to cry. It had been so long since they left me. I was hoping Lester forgot about me and left. I was still afraid he was going to come back after me. Daddy, that’s when you call me Princess for the first time, I was scared but happy that Lester wasn’t there. Then Mommy comes in and takes me into her arms. I was so happy I forgot about the bride and groom. That’s when I asked Mommy if I couldn’t find my old Mommy if she would be my new Mommy.”
MC being the curious reporter asks, “So you don’t know who the bride and groom were?”
Sam shrugs her shoulders and says, “No, it doesn’t matter I got my Mommy and Daddy.”
Kathryn asks, “Sam did you really wish for the bride and groom to be your Mommy and Daddy?”
Sam looks down not wanting to meet our gaze and answers, “But that was before I met you. I wouldn’t want anybody to be my Mommy and Daddy but you.” Sam throws her arms around me tightly, and Kathryn hugs us both. When Sam raises her face she sees nothing but smiles from the family and happy tears. Sam asked, “I didn’t do anything wrong did I?”
Kathryn looks into Sam’s eyes and says, “My beautiful little Sam you didn’t do anything wrong. I got to let you know you got your wish. Your Daddy and I were the bride and groom.”
The expression of surprise is unmistakable on Sam’s face. She truly didn’t know that we were the bride and groom she wished to have as her new parents. With tears of joy Sam says, “I really got my wish. I did get to choose my parents.”
Marshall says, “You couldn’t pick any better Sam.”
Sam giggles, “I got the best family in the world. It’s a really big family and I love everyone in it.”
Sam continues to giggle as she hears everyone in the family return, “I love you too Sam.” That makes it the best family in the world for Sam, the love each individual gives her, and she so easily returns. That makes Sam our pride and joy, not just Kathryn and I but the entire family. She reaches for her grandpa Michael and goes to him giving him a kiss on the cheek then proceeding onto each and every member of the family last is her Great Grandma and she kisses both her cheeks.
Grandma finally says, “Sam our beautiful Princess, thank you for finding what had been lost for so long. You found the love that pulls this family together.”
Uncle George appears he’s almost breathless as he looks at Alyssa, the family can tell nothing else in the world matters to him right now. He walks up to her and takes her into his arms for a long passionate kiss. As far as I know that’s the first time they actually kissed. Joan and Johnny stepped closer to Marshall giving their mother room to be with George. When they finally do break the kiss George steps back and goes to his knee reaching into his pocket he withdrawals a ring box. Looking up into Alyssa’s face George asks, “Alyssa my love will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Alyssa has the biggest beautiful smile as she giggles, “You only kissed me once…”
Whatever Alyssa was going to say got cut off as George stands and quickly pulls her into a kiss. Joan caresses him on his shoulder after a little while to get George’s attention. When they break their kiss Joan says, “Dad, give Mom a chance to say yes.”
Marshall echoes, “Yeah Dad, give Mom a chance to answer.”
Johnny smiles and says. “You heard my brother and sister Dad. Give Mom a chance to answer.”
Misty has wrapped herself around Marshall’s arm smiles brightly at the two she shakes her head yes encouraging Alyssa to answer.
Alyssa giggles and says, “If my fiancée would let me finish the sentence…” Of course she doesn’t get to finish as George pulls her into a third kiss.
Johnny chuckles, “I finally get a brother to hang out with.” He gives Marshall a hug slapping him on the back.
Joan giggles, “It looks like I get a big brother too.”
When it finally break their third kiss Alyssa holding George arm’s-length says, “Yes I will marry you. Yes my divorce is final and I can.”
George smiles and says, “I missed you so much. I couldn’t wait to ask you.” He finally slips the ring on Alyssa’s finger.
Sam giggles and asks, “Is it going to be Grandpa George or Aunt Alyssa? A girl got to know.”
This seems to confuse the new couple, which only brings laughter from the rest of the family. As we walk back to the kitchen we show and explain about finding the treasure. Even to the fact that we believe us all are distant cousins.
Uncle George chuckles and finally says, “Did you guys happen to know that your great, great, great grandfather was John and his wife was Kathryn?”
Kathryn and I look at each other after all the other surprises today it’s not something that would upset us, but it does cause a shiver to run down both our backs. I decided that is something I need to do some research on. That would be about where the family would have branched off, in to each of the separate families that now come back together.
George finally asked Alyssa, “My love which would you rather be for Sam, aunt or grandma?”
Alyssa answers, “Sam start calling me Aunt Alyssa. I am too young to be a grandma.” She says with a wink, Misty and Marshall giggle in the background, obviously Alyssa has forgotten about Misty’s pregnancy.
Mom gives her a playful smack on her ass before she says, “You’re not that much younger than I am.”
Alyssa giggles saying, “If Sam calls me Aunt Alyssa I’ll still feel younger than you.”
Sam giggles before she says as she throws her into a hug, “I don’t care what I call you as long as you know I love you.”
Happy tears run down Alyssa’s face as she scooping Sam up. Kissing Sam she says, “I love you too my beautiful little Sam.” Sam giggles and hugs Alyssa back.
Michael is concerned with how we going to get the nearly one hundred year old lids off the mason jars. The lids tarred in place by simply immersing them into a pot filled with molten tar. It is proving harder to get it off than it was to put it on. We finally heat knives to nearly wet hot and that cuts the tar rather easily. But it still also liquefies the tar and again sticks to the lid if we don’t remove it quickly enough. It takes nearly an hour to remove all the lids. We do so without breaking a single jar once we found out the jars were worth several hundred dollars apiece.
Kathryn and I get ready for the business in town with Bobby and Mary. I dress in my business suit, and Kathryn dresses and a nice dress very professional looking the two of us. We give a call to Mary. I have her get all the paperwork their last letters from their lien holder, and ensure they have the contact information. We set a time, and I ensure enough money is in the local bank to more than cover our contract. Their mortgage holder happens to be one of the super large banks out-of-state, but fortunately they have a local branch here. We should be able to contact their offices and take care of any business with the local branch manager.
They will be ready in an hour to meet us at their restaurant, Mary informs me that they’ve called again this morning and demanding a payoff within twenty-four hours or they will evict them from their home and restaurant. Mary simply tells them that it will happen this afternoon. She requested a contact number for that purpose. She said the person didn’t know what to say after that. They had actually hung up on her. She called back the number on her caller ID and got the run around for fifteen minutes until she got frustrated and said she needed to speak to a junior vice president, she use my name and had the agent Google it. Five minutes later a junior vice president was talking to her and she got his name, number and promise that he would be there to answer the phone call. Mary apologized for using my name but she was getting the runaround. I chuckled and said, “That’s what I’m here for your silent partner to make things like this go away.”
We have the contracts all set up, for Mary and Bobby and allows a limited partnership between them and JJ Enterprises. I kept the Corporation after sign all the assets other than the name to my favorite Internet Company. They didn’t need it for the tax purposes. Keeping it allowed me to pay the taxes under JJ Enterprises for the sale of assets under the corporate tax table.
Sam will stay with her grandma Maggie and we hear her telling Mom about the lightning again as we come in to say goodbye. I bend over giving Sam a kiss and tell her, “I’ll see you later my big girl. Anything you want from in town.”
Sam thinks, “Could you bring another piece of chocolate cake? That was really good.”
Kathryn giggles, “You may just have to wait on that Sam. We may go back there for dinner very soon.”
Sam giggles, “Okay I can wait.”
After we leave the house Kathryn says, “If we tell Mary Sam wanted a piece of cake she would send the whole cake back with us.”
I copy Sam’s puppy dog face and I quickly glance at Kathryn it only makes her giggle. Kathryn says, “That’s why I told her no, if you had, you would be bringing back two cakes.”
We arrive at the restaurant and meet Bobby and Mary. They have all the paperwork ready for me to look over. I show them the contracts having them read them carefully and ask any questions they need answered. When Bobby asked about the repayment schedule I show him where I get a percentage of the profit. The percentage drops once initial money fully repaid to one percent. Bobby asked, “It’s very low compared to the bank. It doesn’t mention anything about minimum payment. Why is that JJ?”
I point out to Bobby, “This isn’t a lone, and I’m taking no lien on your property. It’s a limited partnership. Where I provide the necessary monies to allow you to maintain your way of life, keep the restaurant and your home. I only receive a percentage from your profit. But that won’t be a problem I’m sure. Once the initial capital as repaid, I only get one percent of your net profit from your business. By maintaining my limited partnership with you if ever you need more capital to stay in business I can provide that under the same arrangement.”
Bobby takes a deep breath then asks, “So if I’m not in profit, there’s no minimum payment or penalty?”
Looking at Bobby I say with a smile, “That would be correct, as long as you keep the quality of the food as good as it is I don’t think that will be a problem. I’m not worried about time schedule on repayment Bobby. I’ll not be hurting for the money anytime in the foreseeable future. If I am I wouldn’t worry about it still. By me only taking a percentage your profit I wouldn’t cause things to get worse when things are tough.”
Bobby chuckles shaking his head, “The banks are going to hate you, if you help anyone else like this.”
With a chuckle I say, “I got a feeling a lot of banks are going to hate me. You are the first but you’re not going to be the last I help like this. I want to keep our little town going, maybe even grow a little bit and never start into a spiral downward.”
Bobby asks, “Are you really serious about helping others?”
I tell him, “The reason I moved to this town, was the people here. If their jobs go away so do the people, as more people leave it’s harder for businesses like yours and others. I had to start somewhere Bobby and I’m glad it’s with you.”
Bobby says seriously, “I don’t know what we would’ve done if we lost the restaurant and our home. I couldn’t see it being a good thing no matter what. I might’ve been able to start over somewhere else but working for someone else. If Mary and I both work two jobs we might’ve been able to keep the roof over the girl’s heads, maybe.”
With a concerned look I say, “I didn’t have a clue it was that bad. You should be able to get a job as a restaurant manager making pretty decent money. Mary is a very good chef she should be making decent money as well.”
Bobby says, “When all this started I looked at getting a second job to help pay the bills. But there’s nothing local other than some customer service positions. I would lose more money working one of those than working in the restaurant.”
We don’t have time to continue this conversation but I asked Bobby if he’s agreeable with the limited partnership with a smile he shakes my hand. Mary gives Kathryn a hug and we had off to the bank to settle their debt. Once we reach the branch, I hand Bobby the cashier’s check for the amount we agreed on plus the twenty-five thousand for the prepaid meals. He smiles and deposited it, and we walk into the branch manager’s office ready to call the junior vice president back and complete their payoff.
Thirty minutes later we are walking out. Bobby and Mary have the receipt for their loans paid in full. Within ten business days they will receive titles for the properties. I shake Bobby’s hand and Mary gives me a hug. They tell me to come by for dinner tonight they’re having a special one just for me and the family.
Returning home Kathryn and I find everyone around the dining table examining the contents of those Mason jars. I have no idea where they found them but Marshall has on white cotton gloves as he gingerly looks at each coin. He uses alcohol and cotton pads to lightly clean each coin. He excitedly pulls me over and shows me some of the gold coins, and a few of the silver. Marshall shows me one of the silver coins, which is a so-called King Morgan. He points to the coin how good a condition is actually in. Then he tells me, one of those sold for 1.7 million in the same condition but with a different mint mark. It’s possible this one could go for as much or even more because of the rarity.
I chuckle before I say, “I guess I could afford something like that. It would be nice to have to give our kids one day.”
Marshall smiles, “With as much money Misty and I have we were thinking the same.”
Grandma pulls me over to the side and says to me. “I know you wanted me to take it all, but that isn’t quite right. It’s too much money not to share. I know you don’t want it. Kathryn you’ve paid off your father’s debts last fall. Marshall and Misty you help make multi-millionaires, if anyone deserves part of this it is you two. George he’s my nephew and I want to share it with him, Michael is my son, Maggie, and Sam is our Princess and help find the treasure. I want you to take a few coins as well and there’s a few of the things I want you to look at, you may know more than anyone else. It looks like stock certificates but we’re not sure about them.”
I shake my head yes and Kathryn and I go and take a look at the stock certificates. The only problem I can think of right off the bat is a lot of companies don’t exist anymore. It has been almost ninety years after all. We look at the stock certificates that are not something you normally get nowadays normally just a portfolio stating your name and the number stock you own. The old days they wrote out to certificate almost like it was currency. What we find nearly sets me on the floor. I’m pretty sure it’s going to double Marshall’s wealth easily. There are twenty-eight shares of AT&T from 1929. With his many times that stock has split since then. Even though at selling less than forty dollars a share currently in a forty-four cent per share dividend, the family will get a large amount of money coming from them. There’s another two groups of shares nineteen in Standard Oil and International Business Machine for twelve shares. After little research I find out that Standard Oil became Exxon. I had no idea International Business Machines is IBM and had been around for that long. If AT&T, Exxon and IBM honor these certificates the families looking at quite a large pot of money from the three of them.
I take photographs of each certificate and begin the research on finding out who to contact in these companies.
An hour later Kathryn and I have contacted AT&T, IBM and Exxon, we have calls into their CFOs considering how much stock each of these certificates actually are, it will need high-level managerial involvement. IBM was one of the first to return our calls. The CFO for IBM informed us he will honor the certificate after verification. It should only take a few months for expert to identify and verify. It may be difficult because it’s the only surviving stock from 1929 for IBM. The CFO informed us once the stock verification is complete the company wishes to keep the original certificates. There are actually three, one for ten shares and two, one share each.
After one hour and a half more the others had contacted us, and will honor the stock certificates once their verified. Standard Oil will probably be the easiest they still have examples of their 1929 stock issue. AT&T has some near that era but none from 1929 itself. AT&T also had shown interest in wanting the certificates for their corporate headquarters as a display.
We come downstairs and pull Uncle George, Grandma, Michael and Helen, Mom over for a private conversation, Alyssa slides into George’s lap and I’m not going to hide anything from her so we continue our conversation. I start by informing them that the companies once they verify the certificates will honor them. All three companies for the stocks are still in business. Only Standard Oil changed its name over the years to Exxon.
Uncle George having experience with the stock market asks, “Do we know how much their worth yet.”
From the level of involvement from all three companies quite a bit. I received calls back from each company CFO if that gives you a clue. Uncle George raises an eyebrow knowing how valuable those persons time truly is. I tell him, “The new guy on a block of the bunch we have, was the IBM the company was only eighteen years old at the time. I believe IBM maybe the most value because it probably split the most during this timeframe. AT&T and Standard Oil were established companies in 1929.”
Grandma asks, “JJ you have any idea on just how much money those pieces of paper are actually worth?”
I take a deep breath before I say, “Any one of them is easily worth more than all the gold and silver combined. All of them are worth anywhere from a few million to close to few billion dollars depending on how many times the stock split in the last eighty-three years.”
Grandma asked, “What exactly do you mean by split, the stock splitting and why does it matter how many times.”
With another deep breath I say, “Grandma, when the stock splits your one share becomes two, or three or as high as six. IBM tends to allow the stock to go very high then split into a large multiple, usually four. If IBM split their stock twenty times over the last eighty-three years which is very probable. Those twelve shares at a minimum are over twelve million shares selling at two hundred dollars plus each. Or two and a half billion plus, that’s only splitting two-for-one, on the average once every four years. I believe it will be much higher than that.” The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, the six set there looking at me stunned.
Uncle George is the first to recover he turns Alyssa in his lap. He asks her, “How are you going to like having me home all the time?”
Alyssa giggles rubbing his chest she says, “I’m going to keep you so tired you’ll sleep most of the day.”
Uncle George chuckles, “It’s going to be fun.” Alyssa giggles pulling George up their out of the room before anyone else even realizes what’s on their minds.
They are barely out the door when I hear Joan giggling in the hall watching them go past. Joan comes in with Sam and grandma holds out her hands for Sam to come into her arms. Sam slides into grandma’s arms and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Grandma says, “Sam you made the entire family very wealthy with your find.”
Sam looks at Grandma and says, “Daddy says money isn’t everything and he should know he’s a billionaire.”
Grandma giggles and gives Sam a kiss and then says, “Your Daddy has always been wise beyond his years. You would do well to listen to him very closely my beautiful little Sam.”
Sam giggles and says, “I always listen to Daddy and Mommy.”
I tell Sam, “We’re going back to your favorite restaurant for dinner tonight. They asked us to come back for a celebration.”
Sam giggles, “I knew I was going to get more chocolate cake.”
Grandma says, “I think a celebration definitely is in order.”
Giggling Mom says, “I would say so. My God Elisabeth, are you sure you want to share it?”
Grandma says, “What was your great grandma’s name?”
Mom says, “I believe it was Sarah. But she died when I was very young when we go check I got a family Bible that has that in it.”
Mom’s bedroom is only two doors away as she rushes down to her room. Grandma is shaking I slide in beside her and take her hand. Mom comes back with the old worn leather Bible. It’s one of the larger ones where you put your genealogy in the front. She turns to it as she sets down beside grandma. I don’t know why I never did this but I didn’t put anything in the Bible. I didn’t record JJ’s birth or even my marriage. It is more or less just the way my grandma gave it to me. Guessing right here is Sarah Thurgood married James M. Carter and here is my grandma and my Mom pointed to the line under James and Sarah’s. My grandpa and then my father and my mother and here am I.
Grandma shaking so strongly as her hand points to a line above Sarah. Grandma says, “That’s my father beside Sarah’s name. Sarah was my favorite aunt. I never knew what happened to her. This was my father’s Bible. There’s John and Kathryn on the very top one line. What I understood John was an orphan, he put himself through college and become a businessman. That’s why there’s no name above his.”
Mom wraps grandma in a tight hug before she says, “My Mom and Dad died and then I lost John four years after that I thought I was all alone except for JJ.”
Sam had not moved out the way quickly enough, and is now squeezed between Mom and Grandma. She wiggles out from between them she upsets the Bible and it falls to the floor. Sam still stuck but she can breathe now.
Like so many other family Bibles their small scraps of paper and very old photographs held between the pages. Of course most of these are scattered now across the floor.
Grandma and Mom giggling back off to free Sam. Kathryn pulls Sam out from between the two. I start picking up the pieces of paper and old photographs. Looking at one of the old photographs, it is the family photograph from the early 1900s. Not something they did very often back then. Photography in the early 1900s was difficult and requires specialized training in the development of the photographs. Computers changed all that. I have never actually seen this photograph and look at it the thing is there’s a woman that looks a lot like grandma. I show it to her.
New tears streaked down her face as she looks at the photo. Grandma’s shaking hands point to the young girl about two years old in the lap of the oldest looking male in the photo. Grandma says, “That young girl is me and that is my grandpa’s lap I am setting in. This was the last photo that he was ever in. He died a little after he buried his treasure. That was a little more than two years after this photo was taken.”
There is a date in the lower right-hand corner written in pencil nineteen twenty-eight the first day of fall. That date would be September 22, 1928. She points to woman about sixteen that looks a lot like Kara she says, “That would be Sarah right there, JJ that would be your, great, great, grandmother.” Since its Mom side of the family I look at her face closely then back to the photograph. Mom does look a little like Sarah.
Grandma continues explaining who’s in the photo. There are two young men in the photo as well and grandma points to them, “Those are my uncles. One is George he would be Marshall’s, great, great grandfather is twenty years old and marries six months after this photo. The younger of the two is fourteen years old. He’s probably Sam’s, great, great grandfather. When he turns sixteen he left to strike out on his own. The family lost track of him soon after that. When John lost his life trying to protect Kathryn it was a bad time for the family. It was the Great Depression and people actually starved to death in the cities. Out here in the country times were bad enough, but we could grow our own food or hunt and fish. I ate many a catfish from the river right over there.
My mother and father actually died when I was only one-year-old, John and Kathryn had taken me in. Then George did after grandpa and grandma died. I help raise George’s son he had the one. His wife Megan was only able to have one child. Soon after grandpa died Sarah and George had a big fight then Sarah left and we never heard from her again. Becky my younger aunt died during World War II. She was flying aircraft from the manufacturer to England. On her way back her ship torpedoed by a U-boat and sank somewhere off Iceland.
I grew up and married Michael’s father, and move into the white house across from where Michael’s houses today. When grandpa had that house built, this was all farmland around here. We had a large dairy, and he sold the milk and cheese in his own store. A chicken farm for eggs, and the meadow and half of the lake bottom were cornfields. The corn fed the chickens, and the cattle. He had a few cattle butchered throughout the year selling meat from his grocery store. It wasn’t until after he died that we realize he was feeding most of the County on their credit. He invested in the railroad that came through town, and that gave us enough money to keep going. George ran the store until he volunteered for service after Pearl Harbor. With the way rationing was handled it drove our store out of business by the end of the war. When George came back he went to college and became a lawyer. His son followed in his footsteps and his grandson. Apparently John and Kathryn take after John your great, great, great grandfather. He sure picked the right stocks.”
With all the excitement, we overlooked Ms. Clark’s visit. When she rang the doorbell Kara answered it. She knew the house from before, but other than the first night this is the first time she sees the entire family running around in the house. She laughed saying most of my sister-in-law’s playing in the pool. Sam and I went to the family room to speak with her. Ms. Clark asks Sam, “Everyone seems to be in a very good mood Sam did you have anything to do with that?”
Sam with a giggle says, “I was the missing one of the family. And now that I’m back great, great, great grandpa’s treasure got found.”
To say Ms. Clark had a question expression would be an understatement. I see there’s really no way around it, without me Sam sounds crazy, and what four-year-old is crazy, the only repeat the craziness the grown-ups around them have. So I begin to tell Ms. Clark the entire story, about finding the treasure this morning in the roots of the hundred year old oak tree. We go to the dining room and Ms. Clark’s eyes widen as seen all the gold and silver spread out on the dining table.
Ms. Clark has her own story she shares with us. She begins, “Back when my grandfather was a young man he actually worked for John Thurgood. He talked about how good of men he was, how he kept most the county from starving to death during the depression. He said it didn’t matter to him who you were he treated everyone well. It always seemed he had enough to help someone, and everyone he helped truly needed it. Grandpa remark the more John helped the happier the man was. It seemed like money fell out of the sky for him to give away. He handed my grandpa double Eagle one day. Your ancestor said it was a bonus for such good work he had done. This was back in the day when you work an entire month for a dollar in wages. Your great grandpa may only have run the grocery store, but he financed most of Main Street including that old movie theater your Mom is renovating. When that mob from out of town held up his grocery, John and his wife lost their life protecting the children that were in the store. The whole County came to the funeral. His son George carried on for him, until World War II. The Thurgoods have been a major influence in this county for over a hundred years.”
Ms. Clark says, “As for you and Kathryn being fourth cousins I don’t see that as a problem, and Sam is your fourth cousin as well. That isn’t anything to consider in the adoption. Although we just found out Sam has a godfather. He’s Capt. Ron Davis just returned from Afghanistan. He said he would like to meet you. I told him how much Sam loves you and Kathryn. All Ron wants is Sam’s wellbeing. I assured him that was my goal as well.”
I smile before I say, “It looks like were on the same page then.”
Sam asks, “Ms. Clark if you don’t need me I want to go swimming. I haven’t had a chance today.”
Taking the package Ms. Clark is handing me it has the first and second grade materials for homeschooling. Sam will be old enough to attend kindergarten this fall. I don’t see that happening especially since the division of the treasure will make Sam multimillionaire. It would be too dangerous for Sam and anyone around her. I’m not sending her off to a private school that specializes in teaching children of the ultra-rich. If I have to I will hire teachers to instruct Sam here at home.
Showing the books to Sam before she goes I tell her, “Sam I was homeschooled when I was a little older than you. Ms. Clark has brought you the materials so you can start homeschooling too. Mommy and I will teach you Sam, or we can hire a nice teacher to help us.”
Sam asks, “Is it like stuff like reading?”
I tell Sam, “Yes, and a lot more things, like math, science, geography and a lot of subjects.”
Sam asked, “What is science?”
That’s actually a bigger question then Sam realized, it made me think before I say, “Science is the study of how things work. Like light moves faster than sound, we know that because a scientist figured it out for us.”
Sam giggles, “Am I a scientist? Because I figured that one out, because lightning you see it before you hear the boom it makes.”
I answer Sam, “Yes you are, but there are a lot of things to discover yet. We study science, so we don’t have to rediscover everything someone else had done before. It makes the new discoveries easier if you know what someone has done before.”
Sam giggles, “I see Daddy. I don’t know how fast light moves, I know it’s faster than sound.”
Ms. Clark smiling says, “Sam you’re such a smart young lady school isn’t going to be hard for you at all.”
Sam giggles and says, “I like learning new things. Like if you see lightning and hear the thunder less than five seconds later, you need to get inside a house or a car.”
Smiling Ms. Clark says, “That’s a very important safety rule Sam. Who taught you that?”
Sam says, “Mommy and Daddy did last night. Mommy also said never stay under a tree during a thunderstorm.”
Ms. Clark sent Sam off to go swimming after that, she needed to talk about the captain privately. Once we are alone Ms. Clark says, “I don’t know about this Capt. Davis. He’s not someone with a legal claim to Sam. You being Sam’s fourth cousin that would make you and your family Sam’s closest living relatives. Because of fourth cousins it doesn’t really strengthen your case, or hurt it either way. The captain had a bunch of questions. He wanted to know a lot of private information about you. A lot of information I was not at liberty to give him. It may be just concerned that you maybe someone trying to you Sam’s wealth. After all she is a multimillionaire with the life insurance policies that went to her trust fund.”
I tell Ms. Clark, “Just have him Google me. What I’m going to tell you is just between the two of us. Sam is a multi-millionaire maybe even a billionaire, some the treasure we found was old stocks. The companies are still around and worth billions. The stock is going to be divided among the family and Sam is one of the branches that will be getting a large share.”
Ms. Clark asks, “Will you?”
I tell Ms. Clark, “My mother will. I already have more money than I will ever spend. I keep making more of it without trying to. Kathryn and I are over two billion and I thought I was not going to make that much until this December.”
Ms. Clark asks, “Did you just say Sam could have more money than you?”
I say, “I wouldn’t mind, but it will be locked in a trust fund for Sam. Kathryn and I will not need it. It will be there for Sam when she is older. When Sam is grown and leaves to make her life of her own. We’ll do what we’re going to do for all our children and give her a hundred million to start life with.”
Ms. Clark says, “You know you don’t act like the typical rich person I keep hearing about. Until you say something like that I forget you are. The best my parents could do for me was help a little with my college expenses.”
I tell Ms. Clark, “If your parents are like most should really think them. It might have not been a hundred million dollars, but they didn’t have that to give you. They gave you what they could, even if it meant they went without. I’ve been luckier than most people when it comes to money. But I would give it up a hundred times over to not have lost my father.”
A thoughtful Miss Clark says, “Like the story of the two pennies. It’s all relative to what you have. I see your point JJ. I’m really lucky to still have both my parents. I should thank them more often.”
I say, “Sometimes we all neglect to remember how much our loved ones do for us. They only expect us to pass it on to our children. Hopefully we’ll make their grandchildren’s lives better in the process.”
Ms. Clark gives me a hug and says, “After work today I guess I should see about taking my Mom and Dad out to dinner just to think them.”
With a smile I say, “I’m sure that will make them happy.”
Ms. Clark has not seen Sam doing laps before. The last time she was here and saw Sam’s swimming she wore her lifejacket continuously. Now Sam gets out of the pool taking off her lifejacket Sam runs and dives into the pool. Ms. Clark is watching. I have my back to the pool. Ms. Clark’s expression shows her surprise and concern at Sam’s actions.
I chuckle before I say, “It is the first time you seen Sam doing her laps, I had to stop Daniel from diving in after her. I swear Sam must be part mermaid the way the girl can swim. She’s up to around twenty laps now.”
Ms. Clark finally giggles, “I forgot the Coach had been training her. It’s not normal for a four-year-old to be swimming like that, but Sam definitely is not your normal four-year-old.”
Continuing my chuckling I agree, “Sam has no idea what her potential is, and neither do I. We always let her go as quickly as she likes. We’re trying not to push but only encourage Sam to go as fast as she wants. I’m fortunate that I don’t have anything that would hold me back from helping her.”
Ms. Clark shakes her head smiling she says, “By the time that girl is ten years old she probably will have finished high school. Training to swim the English Channel already is that right?”
I shake my head yes, “The Coach is especially goal oriented. He wanted to give Sam a goal more than just learning how to swim. Sam seems to like the idea. Even though we told her if she doesn’t want to it’s not something we would require of her. We did tell her, we would support her if that’s what she desired.”
Ms. Clark gives me a date for her next visit, she says she’ll talk to Capt. Davis and give him our number so he can arrange his visit. I think her and she gives me a smile as she leaves.
That evening we celebrated our good fortune with good friends who actually share the meal with us. It feels odd having the restaurant all to ourselves, but its Bobby’s and Mary’s dinner and their celebration were sharing.
I give a toast to us, “Our fortune is only truly good when it is shared, and may it always be shared with family and friends.”
Everyone answers, “To family and friends.”

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A Tale of Incest II

Here it is guys. The sequel. The final chapter in this story.
I was planning this for a Mother’s Day release (*wink wink*), but the story submission page was down. Ahh well, here it is regardless. Might seem far-fetched in some places but hey, it’s fiction. Happy fapping.
Part 1: A Dream, Current Times
I was laying in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got here, but I was here.
I was wearing a simple bikini, splattered with images of flowers and hearts.
Rose petals made a pathway from the foot of the bed to the open doorway.
Candles lit the dark room. They were strewn all across the surfaces, creating a dim evening light.
I sat up slightly. Looking down between my spread legs, pussy facing the door, I saw a shadow in the hallway.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
No answer. But the shadow moved again, and Daniel appeared in the doorway.
“Daniel? What’s going on?” I asked.
He said nothing.
He walked into the room, down the rose pathway, to the foot of the bed.
“Daniel?…..”
Then, without warning, he instantly turned into a snake.
“Wha?….” I began to say, but before I could finish the word, Daniel began to slither up to my pussy.
He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy.
I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me.
I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest.
I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling him inside of me.
Then I felt a part of his lower body branch off and make it’s way down my ass. I could feel it getting larger and larger, and by the time it reached the opening of my asshole,
it was the circumference of a baseball. The same started to happen with my pussy. It swelled to the same size and the tail began to play with my clit.
I was in ecstasy heaven. Both of my holes were being stimulated as well as my tits and my clit. I was shaking all over. Then, to add even more, I felt everything begin to
vibrate. My breasts, my asshole, my pussy. The whole thing was vibrating.
I just could take it anymore. I began to writhe in orgasm. My whole body was shaking and moving. My pussy felt like it was on fire.
The orgasm lasted a good 2 minutes before the tremors began to subside. The vibrating began to slow to a small buzz. I felt it start to move out of my chest as it began to
retract in my ass and pussy, getting smaller. Finally, it was out of me completely, and, with a quiet slither, disappeared out of the room. I looked up to see the tail disappear
around the doorway and a large shadow appear again.
Then I heard a faint whisper.
“I love you, Mom.”
With these soothing words, I layed back down and closed my eyes, the words resonating in my head.
–
I awoke. It was daylight. The door was open and light flooded the room. I moved my legs and felt something wet. I threw the cover off and saw that the sheets were soaked.
“Wow,” I thought, “That must have been a real wet dream. My pussy is still wet even.”
I quickly closed the door and began to change the sheets. I put on a nice push-up bra and G-string then a nice thin white tanktop and jean short shorts. Once the sheets
were changed, I opened to the door and headed downstairs.
Yesterday was Daniel’s 14th birthday. He had had some friends over and they stayed the night downstairs while I slept upstairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I greeted
the boys.
“Hey guys, you sleep ok?” I asked them.
“Yep!” they replied.
“Good,” I said, with a smile.
The boys stayed for about an hour more then started to file out the door. Once the last one left, we waited until the car turned at the end of the road then closed the blinds.
“About time,” I said while starting to take my top off. Daniel already had me from behind, caressing my breasts. I let out a moan and turned around. Our lips embraced as we
made our way to the couch. He started to take off his clothes while I pulled off my shorts and panties.
Once we were both naked, we layed down on the couch and started to make love.
This session was really good. I could feel him pumping in and out of me while my pussy squeezed on his cock.
“I missed you last night,” I said, “So did my pussy. It was very lonely.”
“Well,” he said, “Am I making up for it now?”
I smiled and grabbed my breasts as I closed my eyes. “Oh…very much so, baby. You’re making your mother very happy right now.”
We were doing the missionary position and I had my legs up in the air, enjoying it fully, his cock thrusting in and out of me.
I leaned up and whispered, “Hey, babe, wanna stick it in my ass?”
“Only if you lay face down. I like it that way.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
He pulled out of my pussy and I turned over, stomach down on the couch.
“Your ass looks great, Mom,” he said, caressing it.
“Thanks, sweetie. It makes me feel good when you say stuff like that.”
He dipped down and positioned his cock in front of my ass. Then I felt him push forward. His cock slid perfectly into my ass crack. Then I felt him push at my asshole and
enter it. I gasped.
“Be careful, baby,” I said, “My asshole hasn’t quite warmed up yet. Take it slow at first, k?”
He nodded and started to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt great. I reached down with my right hand spread my pussy lips while playing with my clit. My breathing became
heavy and I started to moan.
“Oh yea, baby. Keep pumping that cock into Mommy’s ass. It feels so good.”
He began to thrust deeper and harder. In, out, in, out. I felt him take his right hand and grab my breast, squeezing while he slammed his cock in and out of my ass, over and
over. Then, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We both started to cum at the same time. His strokes into my ass became slower as I felt his cum shoot into me. My
body was shaking as my pussy became really hot as it also began to shake.
So there we were. Mother and Son. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy together.
Finally, our orgasms started to subside and quiet down. Then we quietly began to get dressed again. I sat up and slid my panties back on, sliding them up my ass crack and
covering the asshole that was now filled with my son’s cum.
It had been about 1 week since I found out I was pregnant with my son’s child. I still wasn’t sure how to feel about it, or quite what to do. I didn’t want to abort it, that’s for
sure. I had been meaning to ask Daniel what his thoughts were. In fact, I should probably do that now….
~
I sat next to Mom while we got dressed. I watched as she slid her panties on, snuggling up cozily to her damp warm pussy. I had started to put my underwear back on when
Mom turned to me and said “Hey, sweetie?”
“Yea?”
“I want to talk to you about the baby.”
“Uhh, ok. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, everything. Do you think we should keep it?”
“Of course. I don’t want to abort it. We’ll keep it and raise it.”
I moved closer to Mom and set my hand on her thigh, slightly squeezing and rubbing it.
“I also had an idea about the baby that I wanted to run by you.”
“And what would that be, honey?”
“What if it was a girl?”
“What do you mean?”
I smiled and moved me hand up her thigh and rested it on her panties, cupping my hand around her pussy mound.
“Well, if it was a girl, and we raised her….do you think I would be able to fuck her too? When she gets older?”
Mom smiled and bit her lip.
“Fuck your daughter? The daughter you had with your own mother?”
She spread her legs partially and thrust her crotch forward slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
But then, with a smile, she said “But that’s what I love about you.”
Then, she leaned in and gave me a nice long kiss.
Part 2: An Interesting Development
2 months had passed now, since Mom’s impregnation. Things had been going along normally. Our sex life was still fantastic and Mom had been feeling fine. She had been
checking into different pregnancy details, mainly to find out when she could get an ultrasound to find out what the gender of the baby was.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Mom’s bed. I turned over to see her laying there, naked, voluptuous and beautiful. I blinked. Today was the “Bring your Kid to Work Day” at
Mom’s office. Mom wanted me to go into work with her and see how her days went.
I snuggled up to Mom and ran my hand down her side, resting it on her ass cheek.
“Mom,” I said, “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and stretched. As she did so, she turned over to face me. “Oohhhh. Good morning, sweetie,” she said, wrapping her arms around my head as I looked down at
her. “How’s my lover this morning?”
“Great,” I said, “I get to wake up to your beautiful face everyday.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And your beautiful body.” I ran my fingers from her cheek, down her
neck, between her breasts, across her stomach and rested them on her pussy mound. “Of course I’m great.”
She smiled, leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. “You have no idea how much I love you, baby.”
With that, she got up from bed and headed for her dresser.
I sat and watched as she got out various articles of clothing and started to put them on. I watched as she put on a pair of stockings, rolling them up her thighs. I watched as
she got out the set of blue panties with a heart on the front and slid them up her legs until they hugged her pussy tightly. I watched as she got out a black lace bra and slid
it on so it was cupping her perky breasts.
She looked at me. “Don’t just lay there. You have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, right!” I sat up and went to my room to change.
Once I was done, I walked out and saw Mom in her room, putting on her shoes. I walked in and saw her wearing her normal office wear. But beneath, I knew all the intimates
she was wearing. The clothing that was snuggling up against the private areas of Mom’s figure that I had caressed the night before. And the night before. And the night before.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yea,” she said, standing up, “Let’s go.”
Mom’s office was a couple miles away from our house. When he got there, we saw a bunch of other employees with their kids following them around. And that’s how a
majority of my day went. I followed Mom everywhere as she showed me how her day progressed. A majority of her day was spent in her office, which she showed me after a
meeting that a bunch of other parents and kids attended. Her office was decently spacious and well furnished.
Mom took me over to her desk. “Sit here,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While I sat down, Mom went over to the door, locked it, and walked
back to the desk. She went behind the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties. Walking back around to the front of the desk, she said “Watch this…”
She then proceeded to sit on her desk, facing me, and then removed her shoes. She then removed her panties from underneath her skirt and put her feet up on the desk.
This gave me a nice, open view of Mom’s pussy between her spread legs. Then, leaning back, she began to rub the panties against her pussy. “You ready?” she asked. “I
suppose,” I replied. She smiled, then began to shove the panties into her pussy. With each push, the panties were driven deeper and deeper into her. Finally, they were all the
way in, not even giving any appearance that she had anything in her vagina at all. “Now fuck me in the ass,” she said, pulling off her skirt. I walked over to her and pulled
down my pants. I had already had a raging hard on. Pulling Mom towards me by her legs, I positioned my cock in front of her inviting asshole and leaned in. Her asshole was
warm and tight. Mom laid back all the way on her desk, sighing. Then I went to town, thrusting in and out of my mother’s ass, feeling her constrict and relax as she flexed
her ass muscles. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, “I think I’m gunna cum….” I thrust deeper and harder after hearing this, and began to rub my fingers over Mom’s pussy. I
spread her vaginal lips and massaged her clitoris with one hand, and reached the other up to her clothed breasts and squeezed them. Then I felt Mom’s asshole tighten
around my cock and hold it in place. While she came, I went crazy on her clitoris and shoved a couple fingers into her pussy, feeling the panties inside. Once she was done,
she said, “Alright, baby. Fill up my ass. Shoot that load deep into me.” Those words sent me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into
my mother’s ass. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can feel it inside of me.”
Once I had finished, I pulled out and put my pants back on. Mom took her panties and put them back on. Her panties were still stuffed deep into her pussy and my sperm
was still far up her ass, but she put her panties back on anyway. She put her skirt on afterward and then stood up. “I’ll take my lunch and drive you home,” she said, walking
to the door, “No need to stay around here. My work is boring anyway.”
She winked at me.
It was around 6 that Mom finally got home from work. She walked in the front door, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, taking off her shoes as she did so. “Long
day?” I asked. “Sort of,” she said, taking off her vest leaving just her white blouse on top.
I sat down next to her and watched some TV. I rested my hand on her thigh while she leaned her head against my shoulder.
“So,” I said, “Any new progress with the baby?”
“In a way,” she replied, “The doctor says that it’s looking healthy so far. No impairments or problems.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, rubbing Mom’s thigh, “Are they going to know that the baby is ours?”
“That’s the thing,” she said, “I’m still trying to figure out how to keep our relationship off of the radar.”
Then she took her head off of my shoulder and sat straight. “That reminds me….I almost forgot. My work is having a one month retreat. Me and a lot of the team have to go
to this thing over in Manhattan. They just told me today.”
“When is this going to be?” I asked.
“About 6 days from now, she replied, “When July starts.”
Nothing much was said for a while, then Mom continued. “Do you think you can cope for a month? On your own?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “Daniel Jr. might miss you though.”
“Is that so?” Mom asked, rubbing her hand over my crotch, “Well, I’ll make sure he gets treated very well before his hiatus.”
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and panties. “Remember those panties I got out of my desk?” Mom asked. “Yea….” I said. She took off her panties,
revealing her pussy lips. Then, reaching her fingers into her pussy, she began to pull out the panties. “No way,” I said, “Did you not have to pee all day or what?” “Well,” she
said, continuing to pull the undergarment out of her vagina, “I really do now, which is why I decided to finally take it out.” She finally had the pair all the way out. She took it
in both hands and presented it to me.
“Here you go,” she said, “When I’m not around. To use however you wish. All yours. Just ask me if you ever need them ‘refreshed’. Now I have to go. Bad.”
She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose
and inhaled. My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent.
Part 3: Hiatus
I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly. It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple
times, becoming fully awake. I went downstairs and walked up to the living room window. The sun was just peeking up over the horizon, shining its light on the house next
door. It was a house that had been for sale for the past couple months. It was a prestigious place. A little bit too fancy for this neighborhood, in fact. A large U-Haul was parked
in the driveway while a moving team was taking boxes into the house. I suddenly felt Mom’s breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“Someone’s finally moving into that house?” Mom asked. “It appears so,” I replied. We just stood there for a while we watched the truck being unloaded. Then a man wearing
a suit exited the house and began talking to the workers. A woman followed soon after him. As soon as I saw her, I was entranced.
She looked to be in her early 30s. She was wearing a red dress that showcased her unbelievable cleavage and stopped just short of her beautiful, curvaceous ass. She
approached the man and spoke a few words to him. He seemed to ignore her which caused her to speak again. The two then appeared to get in a small argument which
ended when the man walked over to a BMW and got in. He then drove off down the street to work, I assumed. “Hmm,” said Mom, watching the saddened woman walk back
into the house, head bowed. “Looks like you may have something to keep you busy while I’m gone.” “You can’t be serious,” I said, watching the woman’s toned legs as she
rounded a corner in the house and disappeared from view. “It’ll be a challenge,” said Mom, placing her hands on my shoulders, “You have to sleep with that woman before I
get back from my retreat.” “Or what?” I asked. “Or else I won’t let you fuck our daughter.” “What?” I said, “Our daughter?” “Yep,” Mom said, “It’s a girl. Found out yesterday.”
I stared at the house across the street before turning back to Mom. I placed my hands on her ass and gave her a kiss.
“You’re on.”
The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Mom’s challenge.
I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a pussy full of my cum.
But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of the boring stuff, I’ll just talk about my goal.
Fucking my neighbor.
A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I had been watching the house as often as I could. Everything seemed to be normal for the first
couple of days. The man and woman would leave in the morning for work. The woman would get home first at around 5 and then man at about 7. A 2 hour period where the
woman was home alone. So far so good.
But then, on the 3rd night, things started to happen. The man had gotten home and I could see the two of them arguing through the large kitchen window. After about a
minute of this, the man left the house in a fury and got back in his car. The woman followed him out and watched him drive away from the open doorway. She sat down on
the doorstep and vacantly stared down the street.
This is when I made my first move.
I left the house and walked across the street. As I walked up their driveway, I called to the woman. “Hey,” I said. She looked over at me as I walked towards her. She started
to stand up but I put my hand out, signaling her to stay seated. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Did you have to see that?” she replied.
“Not have to, but I did,” I said.
“I am so sorry. Which house are you in?”
I pointed straight across the street.
“It won’t happen again,” she said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sitting down next to her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She smiled. “How very thoughtful of you.”
“So,” I said, staring down at their lawn, “Where’d you two move here from?”
“Upstate. My husband got a position here in the city so we had to move closer.”
“Your husband, you say? How long have you two been married?”
“About a year now. It wasn’t always like this you know…” She was also staring at the lawn as she faded off.
“What’s been causing this strain then?” I asked.
“The job, I think. It’s only been over the past few months that he’s been so short with me.”
“Short with you?” I asked with a grin. I was treading on very risky ground with a joke of this caliber, but it seemed to go over better than I originally thought. She laughed slightly.
“In more than one way, I guess you could say,” she replied with a smile, “He just hasn’t been himself. And I don’t know what to do.”
I placed my hand on her back. It rested on her dress strap right below her left shoulder.
“Well,” I said, “If you need anyone to talk to, I’ll be across the street. My mom is going to be gone until August, so feel free to come over at anytime, ok?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she said.
I stood up and walked back over to the house. From inside, I surveyed her movements. She got up and went back inside.
I could see her, standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She took her right hand and placed it on her left shoulder, right above where I had put mine. Then she lowered
her touch to right above her left breast, where her heart seemed to be. I squinted, thinking. Then she disappeared from my vision and the lights soon turned off as well.
An interesting night to say the least….
The next event of interest happened the following night. I was watching TV at around 5:30 in the evening. The sun was just going down over the horizon. I was flipping
through the channels when someone knocked at the door. I turned my head and looked outside. There was only one car in the driveway across the street. And it wasn’t the
husband’s.
I got up and answered the door. It was her.
She was wearing some relaxed jeans and a sweater with a knitted jacket. Casual, laidback. Not her usual elegant style.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she said with a smile “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.
She walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, “Nothing compared to your enormous mansion across the street though.”
“That place isn’t as majestic as it appears,” she said, “It’s too big. Too cold. Lifeless.”
“I see,” I said, looking back at the living room, “Well, I was just watching some TV. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled. “That sounds fantastic.”
The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms played on the screen, almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our
lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we
got to the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before legitimately losing her virginity in college. I asked her if she still had
feelings for females. She replied, “….Occasionally.” I smirked. She then asked me about my sexual preferences. I told her that I tried my best to be a ladies’ man. She perked
right up once I said this. She replied that I was indeed a charmer and wanted to know if I was still a virgin.
I told the truth. She smiled and placed her hand on her face. “Interesting,” she said.
Before long, she decided to head back across the street. She slipped in that she would be “over again soon” before returning home.
It wasn’t but 8 days before my challenge was completed.
It was the next night. The one after our little life story exchange. I was standing in the kitchen, fridge open in front of me, when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around
and approached the living room window. Just her car. I walked over to the door and opened it.
She was wearing the same red dress she was in when I first saw her. Her hands were behind her back.
“Mind if I come in?” she asked, then displayed what she was hiding. Two wine glasses in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other.
“Make yourself at home,” I said, stepping aside.
“So therefore…she would want to go out with me right?” Jennifer asked. “Possibly,” I replied, “If I was in a situation like that, I don’t know if I would have dropped a line like
that though.” She nudged me slightly on the shoulder. “Oh whatever, I’m a charmer.” “You’re spot on there,” I said, “But that’s a pick-up line that would have to be handled
properly, even by someone of your caliber.” “I’m honored,” she replied, setting her 4th glass of champagne down on the coffee table, “But she was already a lesbian anyway.
And I wanted to experiment. Don’t you think I look fuckable?” “100%. But that line was just so….gah!” I made an incredulous face and she gave me a snide face. “Yes, well, I
never got to sleep with her,” she said, picking up her glass again and taking another sip, “So I just went home and fucked my sister.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “Come again?” I said. “I went home and had sex with my sister,” she said. “I wanted to experiment so I decided to just try out both sides of the
spectrum at the same time. Lesbianism and incest.” “I’m surprised,” I said, “You don’t seem like the type.” “We never do,” she replied. “People you’d never expect dabble
around in it.” “Too true,” I responded.
She gave tilted her head to the side and gave me an interested look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“I think you’ve dabbled in it yourself.”
“In incest?”
“Yea.”
“Hmm…”
Now here is where I decided to let me secret out. Jennifer seemed trustworthy enough.
“…I suppose that you would be correct.”
“I knew it! With who? Your Mom?”
“Yep.”
“Kinky. How is she?”
“She’s fantastic. Knows all of the right moves.”
“Wow. What kind of stuff goes through your mind?”
“Well…it turns me on that I have unlocked the hidden, private side of her. You know, to be sticking my cock in the very pussy that gave birth to me. To be sucking on the
nipples that gave me sustenance as a baby. And then to lean up and give her a kiss lasting longer than a couple of seconds. To be doing what I’m not supposed to, but she’s
letting me and enjoying it. It’s amazing.”
“That sounds so hot. I need to meet her.”
“You certainly should. But enough about me. Tell me about your first time. With your sister.”
“Well, I had come home from the party and was still a little buzzed. She was in her room which was right next to mine. I peeked in and saw her laying in bed, the covers half
covering her. I noticed her ass peeking through the sheets. She was wearing polka-dot panties that were snug in her ass crack. I remember them vividly. Out of the blue, I
started to get turned on. At first I was kind of weirded out by this, but the alcohol did away with that pretty quickly. I walked into her room and closed and locked the door
behind me. I quietly snuck up on her bed and knelt down.”
It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were perfectly visible through her dress.
“Her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a kiss. Then another. Then another. I was so wet by this point that I just had to go further. I
pulled the thong out of her crack and slipped my finger in. I rubbed it across her asshole then pulled it out and sucked on it. She tasted so good. It was at this point that
she awoke and leaned up. She asked me what I was doing. I decided to take a chance. I leaped up onto the bed and started kissing her. Full on. I think she was surprised at
first but within moments she was enjoying it as much as I was. I started kissing her neck and heard her whisper ‘I’ve waited for this for so long’. And…well…the rest is
history.”
As she finished her story, she also finished her 4th glass.
“Wow,” I said “What happened after that?”
“Well, I didn’t realize that my sister was a squirter. At one point, I was fingering her with her panties still on and she came, soaking my hand and her panties. The next
morning, we decided to start a routine. Every morning, we would wear each other’s underwear from the previous day. So that way by the end of that night, our panties would
be soaked in each other’s juices. We would then swap, sniff the panties while we played with ourselves, then eventually made love. After that, the next day, we would start
fresh and repeat. It was great. We bonded so wonderfully. But, after a while, she eventually found a man and married him and I did the same. But neither of us regret our
brief time we spent together. As sisters, madly in love.”
“….You have no idea how turned on I am right now,” I said.
She giggled.
“Jennifer?” I said.
“Yes, Daniel?” she replied.
“Would it be alright if I made love to you? Right now?”
She stared at me for a couple seconds. Her expression still the same as before I asked her the question.
“You know what?” she asked?
She then leaned forward and slowly connected our lips. It was a soft kiss. No head movement, just lips.
Then she disengaged and tilted her forehead forward to touch mine. I could smell her subtle flowery fragrance and could see her amazing cleavage nestled in her dress.
“I think that would be just fine.”
Our foreheads still touching, I pushed her backwards, making ler lay down on the couch.
I slipped my hands behind her and grabbed her ass as I started kissing her neck.
While she moaned quietly, I could feel her grinding her crotch against mine. She was even more impatient than I was.
“Do you want me to just cut to the chase?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “Our stories were foreplay enough.”
This being said, I started to get undressed and she did the same. Her body was very similar to Mom’s, more perky though, yet didn’t have the prestige or grace of Mom’s.
They both had amazing thighs, tits and asses. Both ravishing women. Once we were naked, she lay back down on the couch and spread her legs. I was about to lean in and
make my move when she reached her hand up and stopped me.
“Wait,” she said, “I have an idea.”
She got up from the couch, grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she said, “You can leave your clothes here.” She then opened the door and walked out into the night.
Confused, I followed her and saw her walking nude across my lawn. “Come on!” she called back.
“This is crazy!” I said, following her across the street to her house. “It’s 10:30,” she replied, “No one’s out.”
Eventually we made it into the house and into the kitchen. She threw her clothes down and said “I want you to fuck me on the table.”
“That table?” I said, pointing, “Is that the one you guys eat on?”
“Yes,” she said walking over to it, her ass cheeks facing me, “When he eats breakfast tomorrow morning, I want him to be eating at the place where we fucked just hours before.”
“Speaking of him, where is he?”
“A late meeting. Won’t be home till after midnight.”
“Well, I don’t want to waste any time,” I said, walking over.
“This is where he sits,” she said, pointing to a chair. She sat up onto the table, right in front of the chair, and laid back. “I’m ready.”
I moved the chair away and grabbed her legs. The action was about to start right where his breakfast would be the next day.
I entered her slowly, but started in soon enough. She was fantastic. It was all the small things. The biting of her lips, her expressions, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her tits were perfect because they didn’t bounce a ton, just swayed slightly as I ravaged her pussy.
“What about a condom?” I asked. “I don’t care,” she said. “Impregnate me, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Then, almost too soon, it seemed, I let loose, deep inside her. “Oh….” she said, “…..fuck….”
Just whispers. I could tell she was coming too. Her pussy gripped me lovingly and wouldn’t let go. I laid down on her chest as we both connected on a sensual level. I could
hear her purring slightly as her thighs shook and vibrated. She was in heaven, satisfied after so long of a hiatus. And then, finally, we were through. We had done it.
I slid out between her lips, which were reluctant to let me go. “That was….” she whispered, “…..incredible. I needed that so badly.” “Glad to oblige,” I replied, “Now, I have a
favor to ask.” “Anything,” she said.” “I need proof that I fucked you,” I said. “To show my Mom.” “Sure,” she said, “How about I sign my panties and give em’ to you?” “Sounds
good,” I replied.
She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. “What’s your Mom’s name?” she asked. I told her and she started to write…
“Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting you sometime in the
future. Jennifer.” She followed this with a small heart and gave me the panties. “Good?” she asked. “Great,” I said.
Part 4: “I now pronounce you, Mother and Son.”
The day had come. Mom would return. Jennifer and I had fucked 3 times since our first, totaling 4 altogether. I even had the privilege of being the first guy inside of her
asshole. Always an honor, to be sure. At least I had a fuck buddy to keep me company during the 30 day period. And, soon enough, the period was over. And Mom was
back. She pulled up in the driveway and got out. She was wearing one of my favorite blouses that revealed a devastating amount of cleavage. I could also spot the pink bra
which I admired so much. “Welcome back,” I said. “Oh son….” she whispered and ran to me. She pulled me in the house and closed the door. Within 30 seconds, we were
both naked, and within 3 minutes, we had both orgasmed. “Wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I needed that SO bad. It was excruciating not having your dick in me each
night.” “Tell me about it,” I said, “I missed my little princess and her sweet juices.” I started making out with her pussy lips.
Then I remembered. I got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. “Here you go,” I said, tossing her the panties. She caught them and read the words written on
them. “No way,” she exclaimed, “You did it?!” “Sure did,” I replied. “Come to find out, she has played around in incest too. Her and her sister were lovers for a while.” “No
kidding?” she said, “I need to meet her.” “She said the same thing about you,” I said. I walked back over to the bed and sat down.
“So,” I said, looking at Mom’s stomach, “How is she coming along?”
“Very nicely,” she said, “Your new mistress is being constructed inside of your Mother’s womb as we speak.”
….Talk about a turn on. Within minutes I was cumming inside of Mom again.
“Mom, I have something to ask you,” I said. We were eating dinner at the table. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her usual household dress code.
“What is it, baby?” she said.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?”
At this, Mom stopped eating and stared at me. “….Wow….” she said, leaning back in her chair and sticking one hand into her panties while the other groped one of her breasts.
“…Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Do you think something like that could work?”
“I’m sure we could figure some sort of work around. Oh man…” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed. “My son, becoming my husband. We would have our own
rings. Holy shit, I am so turned on right now. This is an amazing idea. I want to do it as soon as possible.”
“Get married?”
“Yes.”
“How? I’m only 14.”
“Yea, I know. It’s possible.”
“Really? Do you think you could look into it?”
“Of course, sweetie,” she said, walking around the table and sitting on my leg, her moist panties throttling my thigh. “I love you. So much.
Not only is it fucking sexy to have you inside of me so often, but you’re a handsome young man with a good heart. It would be an honor to be your bride, son.”
You can most likely assume what happened next.
6 months in now, and Mom was showing. She never ceased to impress me with her ever-growing maternity lingerie wardrobe. Her hormones were off of the charts. Not very
many mood swings, thank heavens. Lots of heightened sexual activity though. Hey, I wasn’t complaining.
Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I
had my cock buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on.
She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or
moving to a different town and claiming to be married. The legal aspects were tricky, as it seemed to be practically impossible to get married as mother and son in any town
really. She didn’t want to forge an identity for me or herself. So the most plausible option would be claiming. Yet claiming wasn’t the same as having her name and mine on
a piece of paper. Mother and son, wife and husband. Do their separate things during the day. Come home at night. Then make love.
One day, while we were sitting the living room, watching TV, she brought up a completely new topic.
“We should go visit my Mom,” she said.
“Michelle?” I asked, “Why?”
(It’s also important to note here, we never called my Mother’s Mother ‘grandma’. That is the only time I will use that word here. We always have called here by her name. It’s
just how we’ve always done it. How I grew up with it anyway.)
“Well, she should know about the baby. And even more importantly, about us.”
“Why!? She’d go crazy.”
“I don’t know about that. She was always open to sexuality during her younger years.”
“I still don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? Telling her about us?”
“…..Oh….my…..”
Mom stared at me for a moment.
“I just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Ok, once we started fucking, your outlook on me changed right? I went from your mother to your lover.”
“Yes. Your point?”
“You have a new outlook on family, right?”
“Yea.”
“Now that I’ve said that, visualize Michelle.”
“Holy shit.”
Mom had just planted an idea in my mind that certainly would never leave. I had never thought of fucking my mother before, and I had certainly never thought of fucking
Michelle, or even thinking about her as attractive. But now that Mom had said it, she was onto something.
Michelle had turned 48 last year, so she might have been 50 at the time of this conversation. Last I had seen her, she still seemed young and jovial. Along with Mom,
Michelle was a single woman. Her husband had left a while back, and since then she seemed to have been on the prowl. Taking guys home and hitting up the high-end
restaurants and clubs. From what I recall, she had brown hair, perky tits, a defined ass, and absolutely. incredible. thighs. Even had some strong calves. Imagining myself
between Michelle’s stunning, ravishing legs, pumping in and out of the vagina that gave birth to my Mother while she holds onto my shoulders and begs for more….gave me
an instant boner.
“So, we go visit her. Let her know about this and see what she thinks. And if she’s alright with it, I can try to seduce her if I want to?”
“Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Mom….” I said, turning off the TV and sticking my hand into her panties, “You always have your son’s, or, should I say, husband’s well-being on your mind, don’t you?”
“Us women need to look out for our men,” she said, spreading her legs and putting her feet up onto the couch, leaning in towards me, our lips almost touching, “My
womanhood belongs to you. You and no one else. My pussy is yours. For now and for always. There will be no others but you. My son. My man. I will take are of you as a
parent and as a mistress. A guardian and a call-girl. A mother and a lover. I am yours. Forever.” Then she kissed me.
I was lying in bed with the covers over me, Mom sitting next to me. She was wearing one of my favorite corsets with her pair of panties that said “My Son’s Best Friend” on
the front. You can find anything on the Internet if you look in the right places.
She was painting her toenails a bright pink.
“So,” she said, “How do you think we should confront Michelle?”
“About what?” I replied, “About the baby or me fucking her?”
“Either.”
“Well, we should probably start from the beginning in great detail. I don’t think we should start our conversation with ‘We are mother and son and we fuck and will have a
daughter soon’. We need to explain how we got here and how happy we are. We obviously have perfect chemistry because we are family, and that carries over into our sex
life. The way we present it needs to soften the blow. Then, once we explain that, the baby shouldn’t be a problem. And if she is ok with that, I feel that seducing her won’t
be hard. Our story needs to be told first before I try to get into her pants.”
“That sounds good. I think you should probably start it with your side of the story, just because she wouldn’t be as inclined to get angry at someone who isn’t her own
child. I can take over with my explanation afterwards.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Oh sweetie?” she said, blowing onto her toes to dry them, “Would you want me to try and put in a good word for you? After we explain ourselves?
Might plant a thought in her head that you can act on.”
“If you want. It’s up to you.”
Mom swung her right leg over me and sat down on me cowgirl style, straddling my cock through the sheets and her panties. She rested her hands on her thigh-highs and
said “Damn right it’s up to me. I am your Mother after all. I am still in control over you. You need to obey me.”
She started grinding her pussy against my cock, the words “My Son’s Best Friend” crumpling and straightening out with each slide up and down my dick.
“And I say……..that I’m going to make you cum through 2 layers of fabric. Without even being in my pussy.”
With great pleasure, I obeyed her.
Part 5: Michelle
The suitcases were packed and in the car. Our visit to Michelle was planned and ready to execute. She lived about 2 hours away so we called her and arranged a 1 week stay.
Mom made sure to pack my favorite outfits.
The trip felt relatively short. Probably because I fingered Mom most of the time. Her orgasms nearly crashed us on occasion, but she begged for more after each one.
By the time we had arrived, Mom had made a damp spot on her seat from the 11 orgasms she had.
Michelle’s house was located in a suburb similar to our’s but seemed more high-end. Jennifer’s house wouldn’t have seemed out of place here.
Within seconds of pulling up, Michelle opened the door and walked out.
With my new perspective, I evaluated her.
She was wearing an amazingly tight black dress. Her breasts seemed to be about G sized, while her BWH looked to be around 36-24-34.
Her ass was very defined while her legs……damn. Indescribable. Amazing, on the whole. Mom’s genes certainly came from top grade female form.
“Hey, you guys!” Michelle said, walking over to us, “Long time no see!”
“Hey Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle.
“It’s been too long! Why didn’t you call sooner? And you’re expecting!?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been….busy. Big business stuff, you know.”
“Of course, of course. Who’s the father??”
“Oh, no one you know.”
“A daughter after my own heart, I see. And Daniel…”
She gave me a quick lookover and I did the same to her. My context was probably a tad bit different than her’s though.
“…You’ve….grown.”
Maybe I was emanating some sort of vibe or subconscious messages, but I could have sworn that Michelle’s tone had gone ever so slightly sensual.
“What a handsome young man he’s become! Man, guys, it really has been too long! I haven’t seen you in forever. Grab your stuff and come in!”
Michelle walked back into the house. Of course, I had to do the obligatory ass examination.
Mom and I exchanged a look.
“Oh, just a date.”
“A date, Mom? With whom?”
“Oh…..just….a friend.”
“Do I know him?”
“Probably not.”
“Jeeze, Mom. You get around way too much.”
“Hey! Menopause hasn’t kicked in yet. And I wanted to have as much fun as I can until then.”
Mom and Michelle were hashing some things out downstairs while I unpacked upstairs. I couldn’t see them, just hear them.
“Fair enough, I suppose. When will this….guy… get here?”
There was a pause.
“Six. 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I need to talk to you. This is important.”
It was at this point where I expected Mom to call me downstairs and we’d execute our “plan”. Instead, their voices trailed off as they walked into a different room. Strange. I
didn’t want to go downstairs and interrupt though, so I continued to unpack. Before long, the door bell rang and footsteps made their way to the door.
“….Continue this later.”
Then the door opened and I heard a male voice. The rest was incomprehensible until the door closed. Then more footsteps up the stairs and Mom appearing in the door way.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Michelle’s gone. On her date,” she said, bending over, her jeans tightening around her ass.
“No, not that. What did you talk to her about for all that time?”
She looked at me while I was checking out her ass and winked at me.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
While she was saying this line, I approached her from behind and pressed my crotch against her ass.
She looked back towards me and gave me a sexy smirk. Let’s just say that Michelle’s guest bed got introduced to doggy-style anal that evening.
That night, Mom and I were lying in bed, fast asleep. Something woke me up. At the time, I didn’t know what. But looking back, it must have been the front door opening
and closing. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear Michelle stumble up the stairs and into her bedroom across the hall.
By the sounds she was making, I decided to go out and make sure she made it safely to her bed, at least. I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the her room. I bridged
the gap across the hall to get a closer look.
She appeared to be drunk, stumbling around the room, attempting to remove her jewelry, shoes etc.
Why was she home so early?, I had thought. If she was on a date, wouldn’t she have gone to the guy’s house or at least brought him here?
But no. She was alone. And seemed upset.
I walked into the room.
“Michelle?”
She turned towards me while trying to take off her bracelet with her teeth.
“Oh, Daniel! How great it is to seeeee you.”
She stumbled towards me, tripping slightly in her high heels.
“You alright?”
“Oh, just fiiiiiinnnee darling. Apart from being stood up, just fiiiinnee!”
“The guy stood you up?”
“Oh yeeesss. Took me to dinner, went to the ressstroom and never cammee back. So I drank a couple driinks and came back here and fell into a deeeeeep slumber.”
With this, she tripped onto the bed and started giggling.
“Michelle, you need to get undressed and go to bed.” (I hoped a line like this might trigger something.)
“I can do that allllll by myself. Just go back to Mommy and have some more fun, will you?”
“….What!?”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” she said, rolling around on the bed, “Your Mom told me all abouuttt it earlier.”
“That we…”
“Fuck? Oh yesss, sweetheart. All about it. And the baby, too.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course nott! Truth be told..” She hiccupped. “..Your Mother and I have had some….relations of our own in the past.”
“…..Really?! You and Mom….”
“Mmhmmmmm”, she said, slipping off of the bed and to her knees, “Ever since she was 15.”
With these words, she reached for my boxers and pulled them down. I felt no need to object.
My dick was hanging in front of her face, semi-hard. But within seconds of her grasping it, it was 100%.
Looking up at me, she said “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took me into her mouth instantly. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle as they ran up and down my shaft.
No need to linger here, as this just continued for 2 minutes until I came down her throat as she took me completely into her mouth. Her gag reflex must have been
non-existent.
“Mmmmm, so good,” she said, licking her lips, “Now, sleeeeeeeep.”
She snaked her way back onto the bed, dragging me with her. She collapsed once on it and passed out instantly. I decided that I was fine where I was so I pulled up my
boxers, maneuvered the covers onto Michelle then got under them myself. I also fell asleep fairly quickly.
“Daniel?”
I awoke to that word. As I opened my eyes, I turned over to see Michelle staring at me, half a foot away.
“Morning,” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“You came home last night. The guy stood you up.”
“Yes, I know. I mean, what happened…..here?”
“Uhh. Well….let me ask you a question first.”
“….Ok. What?”
“What did Mom tell you yesterday?”
“….About….About you two….and your….you know.”
Whew, she didn’t just make it up.
“Ok, well, last night, you came home and I helped you into bed.”
“…That’s it? I sense there’s more.”
“…Do you want to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“You gave me a blowjob.”
“….I did? Really?”
“Yes, really. And you were amazing, if I do say so myself.”
She leaned back and gave me an inquisitive look. Certainly no angry or upset emotions.
“Wow. Thank you, I suppose.”
“You’re welcome.”
A moment of silence….
“So, did Mom tell you about my intentions?”
“What intentions?”
“To try to make love to you.”
Another inquisitive look. I was amazed at how well she was taking this.
“No. Didn’t tell me that. Just about you two and the baby. Must not have had time before I left.”
“Ahh, I see.”
Another bit of silence…
“Well,” she said, “Do you still want to?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. You’re an indescribable woman who I would love fuck.”
She smiled.
“I’m honored. Well, I’m down if you are. Help me get out of this dress.”
She turned and presented her back to me. I unzipped the back of her dress as she slipped it off of her shoulders. She stood up and pulled her dress down. Past her chest,
over her breasts, down her stomach, over her ass before finally collapsing down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any under garments.
She turned and displayed her body to me.
Amazing breasts. As firm and perky as Mom’s. Almost similar in every way.
Cute pussy with a thin layer of hair on her prominent pubic mound above sexy, shaven lips.
And her legs. Her legs…..I still can’t describe them.
“Wow. I’m speechless.”
“Your Mom did say that you were sweet,” she said, crawling back into the bed, “And she’s right.”
Our connection was fantastic. It’s like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a multiple year relationship.
She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place almost exactly as I had imagined.
My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young,
fruitful 30 year old. But it was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans and hums were some of the
most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom.
Her pussy was out of this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with my thrusts.
We both came after a solid 5 minutes of fucking. We tried to hold out, but we couldn’t stop driving each other crazy with all of the “small things” we’d do. I shot deep into
Michelle while she sighed repeatedly, short of breath. Her orgasm seemed very subtle and delicate compared to the way she fucked. Maybe there haven’t been many guys to
get her to this point before.
“Ugh……wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I haven’t felt like that in years. Mom said you were good, but I didn’t think anything like that….”
“You were incredible, yourself. That orgasm was pretty cute.”
She blushed.
“Well, well, well.”
Michelle and I turned towards the doorway where Mom was standing in a see through babydoll.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, eh?”
“Oh, dear,” Michelle said, standing up, “Don’t be so selfish. What better way to warm-up than an intimate one on one session?”
“Oh, I suppose,” Mom said.
“Plus, you’ve been fucking him for ages. Tell you what,” she said, laying her hands on Mom’s shoulders, “We’ll go out on the town today. See the sights. Meet some of my
friends. Get some of the best food. And then, when all of that’s said and done, we’ll come back here.
And have a threesome.”
“Oh, Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle, “You know just how to make your daughter happy.”
And what a time we had. Michelle knew all of the places. Sightseeing, elegant movie theaters, luxurious restaurants with friends and a homey ice cream parlor to bring the
evening to a close. Throughout the day, I checked out these 2 women to my heart’s content. To my utmost joy, they would bend over often for an amazing view of cleavage
or a tight ass in jeans or a skirt. Some of the more sensual ones were when they interacted with each other. The most memorable being when we were on a crowded bus
heading for the downtown district. The poles on the bus for people to hold on to were about 2 feet away from each other. Since the bus was so crowded, Mom and Michelle
decided to find some space between two of these poles. Their ass cheeks wrapped around the poles while their proximity to each other pressed their breasts together.
Absolutely unreal.
But eventually, the evening had come to an end and it was time to return to Michelle’s house. My excitement to fuck these two women at the same time could hardly be
contained. They seemed to be just as, if not more excited than I was.
When we got home, we went upstairs and into Michelle’s bedroom. They told me to get undressed and lay on the bed while Mom went into the guest room to change. While
she did that, I had the pleasure of watching Michelle change into a white satin chemise right in front of me.
Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before. Black, tight around her torso which
caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this, she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves. She looked like a
goddess. A pregnant goddess.
Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. “Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit me more often?”
“Now that I think about it,” she said, looking her Mother in the eyes, “I have no idea.”
At this, she gave Michelle a quick 1 second kiss. Just long enough to be sensual. A perfect pre-cursor to the explosive erotic event that was about to take place.
Without a word, they turned to me and started crawling up the bed. My heart was racing.
Mom started by kissing and licking my cock while Michelle made her way up to my face and started kissing me. This was the first time I had kissed her. Very reminiscent of
Mom, but she seemed to have her own style entirely. Soon, Mom was flat out blowing me while Michelle was lying on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest while our
tongues danced in a sexual embrace. After a little while of this I stopped kissing Michelle and told her that I wanted to eat her out. With great pleasure, she got up and
turned around. Her ass, groin and pussy were hovering above my head, ready for action. Without hesitating, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed
and tongued her vagina ravenously. I could feel her rocking back and forth while I orally pleased her sensitive female areas. While this was happening, I sensed Mom had
stopped sucking me. But before long, I felt an all too familiar sensation as she sat down on me, enveloping me in her pussy. Then I heard Michelle’s sexual noises stop, only
to be replacing by sucking noises and sighs coming from both women. They were making out on top of me.
We naturally evolved positions multiple times. They both came about once every 3 minutes on average. I was trying to hold out as long as I could but it was incredibly
difficult. At one point, Mom was lying on her back while I ate her out and Michelle rimmed me from behind. Then we rotated. Mom ate out Michelle while I made out with
Mom’s asshole. Then, before long, everything was different again. I was fucking Michelle missionary style, her legs going up and over my shoulders while Mom was sitting
on her face. The first time I came was in Mom’s asshole. I was doing her doggy-style while she was lying on top of Michelle as they were making out. The second time was
in Michelle’s pussy. She was riding me cowgirl, while Mom was making out with me.
On and on it went. The sexual desire never stopped. I had 3 orgasms by the end and Mom and Michelle probably had a combined total of 20.
We lay there, sexually exhausted. Mom was down near my cock after having finished blowing me while Michelle was next to me, her breasts pressing into my side.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Michelle said, giving me a kiss, “I’ve never felt like that before in my life. So exhilarating and…..” She looked at Mom. “….orgasmic.”
“Tell me about it,” Mom said, rubbing my cock, “Who knew my son would end up being such a hunk?”
Epilogue: 15 Years Later
“I’m home!” I said, closing the door behind me. Mom came walking down the stairs, wearing a sheer babydoll and nothing else. “Hi, honey,” she said, “How was work?”
“Tiring, but went by quick.”
“Oh good,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, “You don’t need to work this much, you know. With me retiring next year, we’ll have plenty of
income to keep up the place.”
Mom was 44 and I was now 29. She still looked sexy as hell and hadn’t lost any of her appeal. Simply aged. And aged well.
“Yea, I know. I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t be apart so much.”
“Damn straight. I am your wife. We can be together more than we are now and still be fine.”
Mom had found an incredibly hidden loophole deep in some state laws in an out-of-state small town. We were Mother and Son and legally married, nearing our 14th
anniversary.
“Anyway, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Cool.”
I sat down and turned on the TV, flipping to a sitcom.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked.
“Upstairs, studying.”
“The big history test?”
“Yep. She says the whole class is fretting about it.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can set her mind at ease.”
I sat up and walked upstairs. Now that Mom and I were married, I had moved into Mom’s, or should I say our room years ago. Therefore, Emily took my old room.
Emily was my sister and daughter. The child Mother and I had together. And she was gorgeous.
Growing up into a family shaped by incest, I knew everything about her down to the tiniest detail.
Her current bra size was 34D, impressive for a 15 year old. VERY perky tits too. Like her Mother, she had some meat on her, but wasn’t fat.
She just started growing pussy hair which Mom has been teaching her how to keep maintained. Emily insists on keeping it trimmed.
I opened the door to her room and saw her sitting at her desk, on her laptop.
Her brown hair was in a short ponytail. She had on a tight tanktop, with no bra that I could see, and just a pair of panties. She claims to enjoy wearing no bottoms….saying
things like “Well, my brother enjoys looking at my ass. Why not let him?”
Whenever we have normal, everyday conversation she refers to me as her brother more often then her father. However, when we fuck, it’s not uncommon to hear her cry
“Daddy!”.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting down on her bed. My old bed.
“Welcome home,” she replied.
“How’s the test coming along?”
“Really fucking hard.”
“Language.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“I don’t mind you using it bed, honey. But try not to incorporate it in everyday speech. Will only hinder you in life.”
“Right, right. Anyway, yes, it’s hard.”
I placed my hand on her naked left thigh. “Want to take a break for a while?”
“You joking me?” she asked, flipping her laptop closed.
She turned towards me and jumped onto me, pushing me back onto the bed.
Making out with me was one of her favorite pastimes. She said that it was “the only enjoyable way to spend her free time”. I certainly didn’t mind.
Our lips connected as she stuck her tongue deep into her mouth. She was more of a sexual fiend than I was. She was getting me worked up fast so I disengaged and said
“Take off those off and sit on my face. Get comfortable. I’ll see if I can take your mind off of school.”
Without missing a beat, Emily slipped off her underwear and sat down on my face. She surprised me by resting her asshole on my mouth first.
So there I was, lying down, giving my sister, my daughter, anal cunnilingus while she sat on top of me, moaning and sighing in ecstasy.
My face fit perfectly between her petite ass cheeks. Although, it’s not like it was the first time it had been there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, getting off of me and lying down, “I want you in me right now. I need your cum.”
I turned and looked at her, her legs spread, pussy inviting me to jump in.
“Damn,” I said, getting undressed quickly, “I have a fucking sexy little sister.”
She grinned, filled with joy.
I moved on top of her and dipped my cock towards her vagina. She moved her legs up into the air, gripping my sides, and whispered “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I moved down
and slipped into her tight little teenage pussy. She did a sort of whimper/gasp combination as I started thrusting in and out. This is how she grew up. In a incestuous
family. Her father was her brother, married to his mother…her mother. She grew up with a sexual fascination towards both of her parents. Nudity was a common thing
around the house. Yet at the same time, Mom and I made sure to educate her in the way all other families operated, so if she wished to stop the incest with her generation,
she could.
That probably won’t be the case, however.
Her orgasms were always amazing. This one being exceptionally exciting. After a few minutes, she whispered in my ear “I’m going to cum.” I said ok and kept slamming in
and out of her. It started with a few quiet “Oh god..”s but soon built into “Oh FUCK! I’m cumming! I’m cummmminnngg! I’m cummi……..OHHH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!”. She
hugged me tightly with both her pussy and her arms.
My daughter was a partial squirter. Her orgasms were always body-shaking and produced fluid.
I felt it coating my cock while she screamed in pleasure for a solid 10 seconds before taking a breath.
After 30 seconds, her orgasm ceased.
“Damn, sweetie,” I said, pulling out of her, “You sure know how to work your brother up.”
“You’re not going to cum in me?”
“Not today. I’d like to fuck Mom tonight. And you’ve gotten me ready for such a date. I’ll fuck you twice tomorrow, alright? It’ll be Saturday.”
“Oh, I guess,” she said, putting her panties back on, “Thank you, though. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“No,” I said, giving her a little kiss, “You’re amazing.”
Mom rolled off of me and laid down next to me.
“Wow, honey,” she said, catching her breath, “You were fantastic!”
“Blame Emily,” I said, “She had another of her orgasms earlier.”
“Ahhhhh,” Mom said laying her head onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my waist, “That crazy little girl. So exciting to see her grow up like this, no? So perky and full
of life. And so fucking amazing in bed.”
I gave Mom an inquisitive look. “You been sleeping with her lately?”
Mom gave me a sly look. “Well, you left early this morning without giving me any attention,” she said, running her hand down my stomach and to my now non-erect cock,
cupping it in her hand. “And I really needed my pussy eaten out.”
“Oh, Mom. You’re such a slut.”
So there we were. Mother and Son, Wife and Husband, lying naked in bed, post-coital. Our daughter, my sister, sleeping across the hall, eagerly awaiting the 2 sex sessions
I promised her for tomorrow.
Michelle frequently visited the house. She’s gotten to know Emily very well, I must say.
Jennifer still lives next to us. However, her and her husband got a divorce because of the distance their jobs created. Interestingly enough though, using the same trick Mom was
able to discover, she married her sister, who also had divorced her husband. They both live together across the street.
We had made it. We were happy. And I had a hot Mom and beautiful sister….a beautiful daughter to…..fuck……whenever I felt like it.
….Fuck….

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The Third Wheel

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Fiction

A Tale of Incest II [FIXED]

Well, here it is guys. The sequel. The final chapter in this story.
I was planning this for a Mother’s Day release (*wink wink*), but the story submission page was down.
Ahh well, here it is regardless. Happy fapping.
Part 1: A Dream, Current Times
I was laying in bed. I wasn’t sure how I got here, but I was here.
I was wearing a simple bikini, splattered with images of flowers and hearts.
Rose petals made a pathway from the foot of the bed to the open doorway.
Candles lit the dark room. They were strewn all across the surfaces, creating a dim evening light.
I sat up slightly. Looking down between my spread legs, pussy facing the door, I saw a shadow in the hallway.
“Hello?” I called, “Anyone there?”
No answer. But the shadow moved again, and Daniel appeared in the doorway.
“Daniel? What’s going on?” I asked.
He said nothing.
He walked into the room, down the rose pathway, to the foot of the bed.
“Daniel?…..”
Then, without warning, he instantly turned into a snake.
“Wha?….” I began to say, but before I could finish the word, Daniel began to slither up to my pussy.
He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion.
Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy.
I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me.
I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my
breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest. I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling him inside of
me. Then I felt a part of his lower body branch off and make it’s way down my ass. I could feel it getting larger and
larger, and by the time it reached the opening of my asshole, it was the circumference of a baseball.
The same started to happen with my pussy. It swelled to the same size and the tail began to play with my clit.
I was in ecstasy heaven. Both of my holes were being stimulated as well as my tits and my clit. I was shaking all
over. Then, to add even more, I felt everything begin to vibrate.
My breasts, my asshole, my pussy. The whole thing was vibrating.
I just could take it anymore. I began to writhe in orgasm. My whole body was shaking and moving. My pussy felt like
it was on fire. The orgasm lasted a good 2 minutes before the tremors began to subside. The vibrating began to slow
to a small buzz. I felt it start to move out of my chest as it began to retract in my ass and pussy, getting smaller.
Finally, it was out of me completely, and, with a quiet slither, disappeared out of the room. I looked up to see the tail
disappear around the doorway and a large shadow appear again.
Then I heard a faint whisper.
“I love you, Mom.”
With these soothing words, I layed back down and closed my eyes, the words resonating in my head.
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I awoke. It was daylight. The door was open and light flooded the room. I moved my legs and felt something wet.
I threw the cover off and saw that the sheets were soaked.
“Wow,” I thought, “That must have been a real wet dream. My pussy is still wet even.”
I quickly closed the door and began to change the sheets. I put on a nice push-up bra and G-string then a nice thin
white tanktop and jean short shorts. Once the sheets were changed, I opened to the door and headed downstairs.
Yesterday was Daniel’s 14th birthday. He had had some friends over and they stayed the night downstairs while I
slept upstairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I greeted the boys.
“Hey guys, you sleep ok?” I asked them.
“Yep!” they replied.
“Good,” I said, with a smile.
The boys stayed for about an hour more then started to file out the door. Once the last one left, we waited until the
car turned at the end of the road then closed the blinds. “About time,” I said while starting to take my top off. Daniel
already had me from behind, caressing my breasts. I let out a moan and turned around. Our lips embraced as we
made our way to the couch. He started to take off his clothes while I pulled off my shorts and panties. Once we were
both naked, we layed down on the couch and started to make love.
This session was really good. I could feel him pumping in and out of me while my pussy squeezed on his cock.
“I missed you last night,” I said, “So did my pussy. It was very lonely.”
“Well,” he said, “Am I making up for it now?”
I smiled and grabbed my breasts as I closed my eyes. “Oh…very much so, baby. You’re making your mother very
happy right now.” We were doing the missionary position and I had my legs up in the air, enjoying it fully, his cock
thrusting in and out of me. I leaned up and whispered, “Hey, babe, wanna stick it in my ass?”
“Only if you lay face down. I like it that way.”
“I know,” I said with a smile.
He pulled out of my pussy and I turned over, stomach down on the couch.
“Your ass looks great, Mom,” he said, caressing it.
“Thanks, sweetie. It makes me feel good when you say stuff like that.”
He dipped down and positioned his cock in front of my ass. Then I felt him push forward. His cock slid perfectly into
my ass crack. Then I felt him push at my asshole and enter it. I gasped.
“Be careful, baby,” I said, “My asshole hasn’t quite warmed up yet. Take it slow at first, k?”
He nodded and started to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt great. I reached down with my right hand spread my
pussy lips while playing with my clit. My breathing became heavy and I started to moan.
“Oh yea, baby. Keep pumping that cock into Mommy’s ass. It feels so good.”
He began to thrust deeper and harder. In, out, in, out. I felt him take his right hand and grab my breast, squeezing
while he slammed his cock in and out of my ass, over and over.
Then, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could he. We both started to cum at the same time.
His strokes into my ass became slower as I felt his cum shoot into me. My body was shaking as my pussy became
really hot as it also began to shake.
So there we were. Mother and Son. Writhing in orgasmic ecstasy together.
Finally, our orgasms started to subside and quiet down. Then we quietly began to get dressed again. I sat up and
slid my panties back on, sliding them up my ass crack and covering the asshole that was now filled with my son’s
cum.
It had been about 1 week since I found out I was pregnant with my son’s child. I still wasn’t sure how to feel about it,
or quite what to do. I didn’t want to abort it, that’s for sure. I had been meaning to ask Daniel what his thoughts were.
In fact, I should probably do that now….
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I sat next to Mom while we got dressed. I watched as she slid her panties on, snuggling up cozily to her damp warm
pussy. I had started to put my underwear back on when Mom turned to me and said “Hey, sweetie?”
“Yea?”
“I want to talk to you about the baby.”
“Uhh, ok. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, everything. Do you think we should keep it?”
“Of course. I don’t want to abort it. We’ll keep it and raise it.”
I moved closer to Mom and set my hand on her thigh, slightly squeezing and rubbing it.
“I also had an idea about the baby that I wanted to run by you.”
“And what would that be, honey?”
“What if it was a girl?”
“What do you mean?”
I smiled and moved me hand up her thigh and rested it on her panties, cupping my hand around her pussy mound.
“Well, if it was a girl, and we raised her….do you think I would be able to fuck her too? When she gets older?”
Mom smiled and bit her lip.
“Fuck your daughter? The daughter you had with your own mother?”
She spread her legs partially and thrust her crotch forward slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you know that?”
But then, with a smile, she said “But that’s what I love about you.”
Then, she leaned in and gave me a nice long kiss.
Part 2: An Interesting Development
2 months had passed now, since Mom’s impregnation. Things had been going along normally. Our sex life was still
fantastic and Mom had been feeling fine. She had been checking into different pregnancy details, mainly to find out
when she could get an ultrasound to find out what the gender of the baby was.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Mom’s bed. I turned over to see her laying there, naked, voluptuous and beautiful.
I blinked. Today was the “Bring your Kid to Work Day” at Mom’s office. Mom wanted me to go into work with her and
see how her days went. I snuggled up to Mom and ran my hand down her side, resting it on her ass cheek.
“Mom,” I said, “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and stretched. As she did so, she turned over to face me. “Oohhhh. Good morning, sweetie,” she said,
wrapping her arms around my head as I looked down at her. “How’s my lover this morning?”
“Great,” I said, “I get to wake up to your beautiful face everyday.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “And your
beautiful body.” I ran my fingers from her cheek, down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach and rested
them on her pussy mound. “Of course I’m great.” She smiled, leaned up and gave me a quick kiss. “You have no
idea how much I love you, baby.” With that, she got up from bed and headed for her dresser.
I sat and watched as she got out various articles of clothing and started to put them on. I watched as she put on a
pair of stockings, rolling them up her thighs. I watched as she got out the set of blue panties with a heart on the front
and slid them up her legs until they hugged her pussy tightly. I watched as she got out a black lace bra and slid it
on so it was cupping her perky breasts. She looked at me. “Don’t just lay there. You have to get dressed too.”
“Oh, right!” I sat up and went to my room to change.
Once I was done, I walked out and saw Mom in her room, putting on her shoes. I walked in and saw her wearing her
normal office wear. But beneath, I knew all the intimates she was wearing. The clothing that was snuggling up
against the private areas of Mom’s figure that I had caressed the night before.
And the night before. And the night before.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Yea,” she said, standing up, “Let’s go.”
Mom’s office was a couple miles away from our house. When he got there, we saw a bunch of other employees with
their kids following them around. And that’s how a majority of my day went. I followed Mom everywhere as she
showed me how her day progressed. A majority of her day was spent in her office, which she showed me after a
meeting that a bunch of other parents and kids attended. Her office was decently spacious and well furnished.
Mom took me over to her desk. “Sit here,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs in front of the desk. While I sat
down, Mom went over to the door, locked it, and walked back to the desk. She went behind the desk, opened a
drawer, and pulled out a pair of panties. Walking back around to the front of the desk, she said “Watch this…”
She then proceeded to sit on her desk, facing me, and then removed her shoes. She then removed her panties from
underneath her skirt and put her feet up on the desk. This gave me a nice, open view of Mom’s pussy between her
spread legs. Then, leaning back, she began to rub the panties against her pussy. “You ready?” she asked.
“I suppose,” I replied. She smiled, then began to shove the panties into her pussy. With each push, the panties were
driven deeper and deeper into her. Finally, they were all the way in, not even giving any appearance that she had
anything in her vagina at all. “Now fuck me in the ass,” she said, pulling off her skirt. I walked over to her and pulled
down my pants. I had already had a raging hard on. Pulling Mom towards me by her legs, I positioned my cock in
front of her inviting asshole and leaned in. Her asshole was warm and tight. Mom laid back all the way on her desk,
sighing. Then I went to town, thrusting in and out of my mother’s ass, feeling her constrict and relax as she flexed
her ass muscles. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, “I think I’m gunna cum….” I thrust deeper and harder after hearing
this, and began to rub my fingers over Mom’s pussy. I spread her vaginal lips and massaged her clitoris with one
hand, and reached the other up to her clothed breasts and squeezed them. Then I felt Mom’s asshole tighten around
my cock and hold it in place. While she came, I went crazy on her clitoris and shoved a couple fingers into her
pussy,feeling the panties inside. Once she was done, she said, “Alright, baby. Fill up my ass. Shoot that load deep
into me.” Those words sent me over the edge. My thrusts slowed as I shot stream after stream of cum deep into my
mother’s ass. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “I can feel it inside of me.”
Once I had finished, I pulled out and put my pants back on. Mom took her panties and put them back on. Her panties
were still stuffed deep into her pussy and my sperm was still far up her ass, but she put her panties back on anyway.
She put her skirt on afterward and then stood up. “I’ll take my lunch and drive you home,” she said, walking to the
door, “No need to stay around here. My work is boring anyway.”
She winked at me.
It was around 6 that Mom finally got home from work. She walked in the front door, sat down on the couch and turned
on the TV, taking off her shoes as she did so. “Long day?” I asked. “Sort of,” she said, taking off her vest leaving just
her white blouse on top. I sat down next to her and watched some TV. I rested my hand on her thigh while she leaned
her head against my shoulder.
“So,” I said, “Any new progress with the baby?”
“In a way,” she replied, “The doctor says that it’s looking healthy so far. No impairments or problems.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, rubbing Mom’s thigh, “Are they going to know that the baby is ours?”
“That’s the thing,” she said, “I’m still trying to figure out how to keep our relationship off of the radar.”
Then she took her head off of my shoulder and sat straight. “That reminds me….I almost forgot. My work is having a
one month retreat. Me and a lot of the team have to go to this thing over in Manhattan. They just told me today.”
“When is this going to be?” I asked.
“About 6 days from now, she replied, “When July starts.”
Nothing much was said for a while, then Mom continued. “Do you think you can cope for a month? On your own?”
“Of course I can,” I replied, “Daniel Jr. might miss you though.”
“Is that so?” Mom asked, rubbing her hand over my crotch, “Well, I’ll make sure he gets treated very well before his
hiatus.”
She then pulled off her skirt, revealing her thigh highs and panties. “Remember those panties I got out of my desk?”
Mom asked. “Yea….” I said. She took off her panties, revealing her pussy lips. Then, reaching her fingers into her
pussy, she began to pull out the panties. “No way,” I said, “Did you not have to pee all day or what?”
“Well,” she said, continuing to pull the undergarment out of her vagina, “I really do now, which is why I decided to
finally take it out.” She finally had the pair all the way out. She took it in both hands and presented it to me.
“Here you go,” she said, “When I’m not around. To use however you wish. All yours. Just ask me if you ever need
them ‘refreshed’. Now I have to go. Bad. “She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door
behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled.
My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent.
Part 3: Hiatus
I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly.
It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple times, becoming fully awake. I went downstairs and walked up
to the living room window. The sun was just peeking up over the horizon, shining its light on the house next door.
It was a house that had been for sale for the past couple months. It was a prestigious place. A little bit too fancy for
this neighborhood, in fact. A large U-Haul was parked in the driveway while a moving team was taking boxes into the
house. I suddenly felt Mom’s breasts press into my back as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.
“Someone’s finally moving into that house?” Mom asked. “It appears so,” I replied. We just stood there for a while we
watched the truck being unloaded. Then a man wearing a suit exited the house and began talking to the workers.
A woman followed soon after him. As soon as I saw her, I was entranced.
She looked to be in her early 30s. She was wearing a red dress that showcased her unbelievable cleavage and
stopped just short of her beautiful, curvaceous ass. She approached the man and spoke a few words to him.
He seemed to ignore her which caused her to speak again. The two then appeared to get in a small argument which
ended when the man walked over to a BMW and got in. He then drove off down the street to work, I assumed.
“Hmm,” said Mom, watching the saddened woman walk back into the house, head bowed. “Looks like you may have
something to keep you busy while I’m gone.” “You can’t be serious,” I said, watching the woman’s toned legs as she
rounded a corner in the house and disappeared from view. “It’ll be a challenge,” said Mom, placing her hands on my
shoulders, “You have to sleep with that woman before I get back from my retreat.” “Or what?” I asked. “Or else I won’t
let you fuck our daughter.” “What?” I said, “Our daughter?” “Yep,” Mom said, “It’s a girl. Found out yesterday.”
I stared at the house across the street before turning back to Mom.
I placed my hands on her ass and gave her a kiss.
“You’re on.”
The day had come. Mom had to leave. I was to be alone for 30 days. No sexual output, unless I acted on Mom’s
challenge. I was able to fuck Mom before she left in the morning. It was nice knowing that I had sent her out with a
pussy full of my cum. But then she was gone. Down the street and around the corner, and I was alone. To skip all of
the boring stuff, I’ll just talk about my goal.
Fucking my neighbor.
A few nights after Mom had left was the first progress that had been made. I had been watching the house as often as
I could. Everything seemed to be normal for the first couple of days. The man and woman would leave in the morning
for work. The woman would get home first at around 5 and then man at about 7. A 2 hour period where the woman
was home alone. So far so good.
But then, on the 3rd night, things started to happen. The man had gotten home and I could see the two of them
arguing through the large kitchen window. After about a minute of this, the man left the house in a fury and got back
in his car. The woman followed him out and watched him drive away from the open doorway. She sat down on the
doorstep and vacantly stared down the street.
This is when I made my first move.
I left the house and walked across the street. As I walked up their driveway, I called to the woman. “Hey,” I said.
She looked over at me as I walked towards her. She started to stand up but I put my hand out, signaling her to stay
seated. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Did you have to see that?” she replied.
“Not have to, but I did,” I said.
“I am so sorry. Which house are you in?”
I pointed straight across the street.
“It won’t happen again,” she said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“It’s fine,” I said, sitting down next to her, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
She smiled. “How very thoughtful of you.”
“So,” I said, staring down at their lawn, “Where’d you two move here from?”
“Upstate. My husband got a position here in the city so we had to move closer.”
“Your husband, you say? How long have you two been married?”
“About a year now. It wasn’t always like this you know…” She was also staring at the lawn as she faded off.
“What’s been causing this strain then?” I asked.
“The job, I think. It’s only been over the past few months that he’s been so short with me.”
“Short with you?” I asked with a grin. I was treading on very risky ground with a joke of this caliber, but it seemed to
go over better than I originally thought. She laughed slightly.
“In more than one way, I guess you could say,” she replied with a smile, “He just hasn’t been himself. And I don’t
know what to do.”
I placed my hand on her back. It rested on her dress strap right below her left shoulder.
“Well,” I said, “If you need anyone to talk to, I’ll be across the street. My mom is going to be gone until August, so
feel free to come over at anytime, ok?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she said.
I stood up and walked back over to the house. From inside, I surveyed her movements. She got up and went back
inside.
I could see her, standing in front of the island in the kitchen. She took her right hand and placed it on her left
shoulder, right above where I had put mine. Then she lowered her touch to right above her left breast, where her heart
seemed to be. I squinted, thinking. Then she disappeared from my vision and the lights soon turned off as well.
An interesting night to say the least….
The next event of interest happened the following night. I was watching TV at around 5:30 in the evening. The sun was
just going down over the horizon. I was flipping through the channels when someone knocked at the door. I turned my
head and looked outside. There was only one car in the driveway across the street. And it wasn’t the husband’s.
I got up and answered the door. It was her.
She was wearing some relaxed jeans and a sweater with a knitted jacket.
Casual, laidback. Not her usual elegant style.
“Cold?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she said with a smile “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.
She walked in and looked around.
“Nice place,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied, “Nothing compared to your enormous mansion across the street though.”
“That place isn’t as majestic as it appears,” she said, “It’s too big. Too cold. Lifeless.”
“I see,” I said, looking back at the living room, “Well, I was just watching some TV. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled. “That sounds fantastic.”
The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms played on the screen,
almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about
our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we got to
the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before legitimately losing her
virginity in college. I asked her if she still had feelings for females. She replied, “….Occasionally.” I smirked. She then
asked me about my sexual preferences. I told her that I tried my best to be a ladies’ man. She perked right up once I
said this. She replied that I was indeed a charmer and wanted to know if I was still a virgin. I told the truth.
She smiled and placed her hand on her face. “Interesting,” she said.
Before long, she decided to head back across the street. She slipped in that she would be “over again soon” before
returning home.
It wasn’t but 8 days before my challenge was completed.
It was the next night. The one after our little life story exchange. I was standing in the kitchen, fridge open in front of
me, when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around and approached the living room window. Just her car.
I walked over to the door and opened it.
She was wearing the same red dress she was in when I first saw her. Her hands were behind her back.
“Mind if I come in?” she asked, then displayed what she was hiding. Two wine glasses in one hand, and a bottle of
champagne in the other. “Make yourself at home,” I said, stepping aside.
“So therefore…she would want to go out with me right?” Jennifer asked. “Possibly,” I replied, “If I was in a situation
like that, I don’t know if I would have dropped a line like that though.” She nudged me slightly on the shoulder.
“Oh whatever, I’m a charmer.”
“You’re spot on there,” I said, “But that’s a pick-up line that would have to be handled properly, even by someone of
your caliber.” “I’m honored,” she replied, setting her 4th glass of champagne down on the coffee table, “But she was
already a lesbian anyway. And I wanted to experiment. Don’t you think I look fuckable?” “100%. But that line was just
so….gah!” I made an incredulous face and she gave me a snide face. “Yes, well, I never got to sleep with her,” she
said, picking up her glass again and taking another sip,
“So I just went home and fucked my sister.”
I nearly choked on my drink. “Come again?” I said. “I went home and had sex with my sister,” she said. “I wanted to
experiment so I decided to just try out both sides of the spectrum at the same time. Lesbianism and incest.”
“I’m surprised,” I said, “You don’t seem like the type.” “We never do,” she replied. “People you’d never expect dabble
around in it.” “Too true,” I responded.
She gave tilted her head to the side and gave me an interested look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“I think you’ve dabbled in it yourself.”
“In incest?”
“Yea.”
“Hmm…”
Now here is where I decided to let me secret out. Jennifer seemed trustworthy enough.
“…I suppose that you would be correct.”
“I knew it! With who? Your Mom?”
“Yep.”
“Kinky. How is she?”
“She’s fantastic. Knows all of the right moves.”
“Wow. What kind of stuff goes through your mind?”
“Well…it turns me on that I have unlocked the hidden, private side of her. You know, to be sticking my cock in the
very pussy that gave birth to me. To be sucking on the nipples that gave me sustenance as a baby. And then to lean
up and give her a kiss lasting longer than a couple of seconds. To be doing what I’m not supposed to, but she’s
letting me and enjoying it. It’s amazing.”
“That sounds so hot. I need to meet her.”
“You certainly should. But enough about me. Tell me about your first time. With your sister.”
“Well, I had come home from the party and was still a little buzzed. She was in her room which was right next to
mine. I peeked in and saw her laying in bed, the covers half covering her. I noticed her ass peeking through the
sheets. She was wearing polka-dot panties that were snug in her ass crack. I remember them vividly. Out of the blue,
I started to get turned on. At first I was kind of weirded out by this, but the alcohol did away with that pretty quickly.
I walked into her room and closed and locked the door behind me. I quietly snuck up on her bed and knelt down.”
It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were perfectly visible through her dress.
“Her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward and gave her ass cheek a kiss. Then another. Then another.
I was so wet by this point that I just had to go further. I pulled the thong out of her crack and slipped my finger in.
I rubbed it across her asshole then pulled it out and sucked on it. She tasted so good. It was at this point that she
awoke and leaned up. She asked me what I was doing. I decided to take a chance. I leaped up onto the bed and
started kissing her. Full on. I think she was surprised at first but within moments she was enjoying it as much as I
was. I started kissing her neck and heard her whisper ‘I’ve waited for this for so long’.
And…well…the rest is history.”
As she finished her story, she also finished her 4th glass.
“Wow,” I said “What happened after that?”
“Well, I didn’t realize that my sister was a squirter. At one point, I was fingering her with her panties still on and she
came, soaking my hand and her panties. The next morning, we decided to start a routine. Every morning, we would
wear each other’s underwear from the previous day. So that way by the end of that night, our panties would be
soaked in each other’s juices. We would then swap, sniff the panties while we played with ourselves, then eventually
made love. After that, the next day, we would start fresh and repeat. It was great.
We bonded so wonderfully. But, after a while, she eventually found a man and married him and I did the same.
But neither of us regret our brief time we spent together. As sisters, madly in love.”
“….You have no idea how turned on I am right now,” I said.
She giggled.
“Jennifer?” I said.
“Yes, Daniel?” she replied.
“Would it be alright if I made love to you? Right now?”
She stared at me for a couple seconds. Her expression still the same as before I asked her the question.
“You know what?” she asked?
She then leaned forward and slowly connected our lips. It was a soft kiss. No head movement, just lips.
Then she disengaged and tilted her forehead forward to touch mine. I could smell her subtle flowery fragrance and
could see her amazing cleavage nestled in her dress.
“I think that would be just fine.”
Our foreheads still touching, I pushed her backwards, making ler lay down on the couch.
I slipped my hands behind her and grabbed her ass as I started kissing her neck.
While she moaned quietly, I could feel her grinding her crotch against mine. She was even more impatient than I was.
“Do you want me to just cut to the chase?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “Our stories were foreplay enough.”
This being said, I started to get undressed and she did the same. Her body was very similar to Mom’s, more perky
though, yet didn’t have the prestige or grace of Mom’s.
They both had amazing thighs, tits and asses. Both ravishing women. Once we were naked, she lay back down on
the couch and spread her legs. I was about to lean in and make my move when she reached her hand up and
stopped me.
“Wait,” she said, “I have an idea.”
She got up from the couch, grabbed her clothes and walked over to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“Follow me,” she said, “You can leave your clothes here.” She then opened the door and walked out into the night.
Confused, I followed her and saw her walking nude across my lawn. “Come on!” she called back.
“This is crazy!” I said, following her across the street to her house. “It’s 10:30,” she replied, “No one’s out.”
Eventually we made it into the house and into the kitchen. She threw her clothes down and said “I want you to fuck
me on the table.” “That table?” I said, pointing, “Is that the one you guys eat on?”
“Yes,” she said walking over to it, her ass cheeks facing me, “When he eats breakfast tomorrow morning, I want him
to be eating at the place where we fucked just hours before.”
“Speaking of him, where is he?”
“A late meeting. Won’t be home till after midnight.”
“Well, I don’t want to waste any time,” I said, walking over.
“This is where he sits,” she said, pointing to a chair. She sat up onto the table, right in front of the chair, and laid
back. “I’m ready.” I moved the chair away and grabbed her legs. The action was about to start right where his
breakfast would be the next day.I entered her slowly, but started in soon enough. She was fantastic.
It was all the small things. The biting of her lips, her expressions, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Her tits were perfect because they didn’t bounce a ton, just swayed slightly as I ravaged her pussy.
“What about a condom?” I asked. “I don’t care,” she said. “Impregnate me, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Then, almost too soon, it seemed, I let loose, deep inside her. “Oh….” she said, “…..fuck….”
Just whispers. I could tell she was coming too. Her pussy gripped me lovingly and wouldn’t let go. I laid down on her
chest as we both connected on a sensual level. I could hear her purring slightly as her thighs shook and vibrated.
She was in heaven, satisfied after so long of a hiatus. And then, finally, we were through. We had done it.
I slid out between her lips, which were reluctant to let me go. “That was….” she whispered, “…..incredible.
I needed that so badly.” “Glad to oblige,” I replied, “Now, I have a favor to ask.” “Anything,” she said.” “I need proof
that I fucked you,” I said. “To show my Mom.” “Sure,” she said, “How about I sign my panties and give em’ to you?”
“Sounds good,” I replied. She found a marker and the panties she had been wearing. “What’s your Mom’s name?”
she asked. I told her and she started to write… “Your son is fantastic lover. I am incredibly jealous that you get to live
with that stud and come home to him each night. I look forward to meeting you sometime in the future. Jennifer.”
She followed this with a small heart and gave me the panties. “Good?” she asked. “Great,” I said.
Part 4: “I now pronounce you, Mother and Son.”
The day had come. Mom would return. Jennifer and I had fucked 3 times since our first, totaling 4 altogether. I even
had the privilege of being the first guy inside of her asshole. Always an honor, to be sure. At least I had a fuck buddy
to keep me company during the 30 day period. And, soon enough, the period was over. And Mom was back. She
pulled up in the driveway and got out. She was wearing one of my favorite blouses that revealed a devastating amount
of cleavage. I could also spot the pink bra which I admired so much. “Welcome back,” I said.
“Oh son….” she whispered and ran to me.
She pulled me in the house and closed the door. Within 30 seconds, we were both naked, and within 3 minutes, we
had both orgasmed. “Wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I needed that SO bad. It was excruciating not having your
dick in me each night.” “Tell me about it,” I said, “I missed my little princess and her sweet juices.”
I started making out with her pussy lips.
Then I remembered. I got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. “Here you go,” I said, tossing her the
panties. She caught them and read the words written on them. “No way,” she exclaimed, “You did it?!” “Sure did,” I
replied. “Come to find out, she has played around in incest too. Her and her sister were lovers for a while.”
“No kidding?” she said, “I need to meet her.” “She said the same thing about you,” I said. I walked back over to the
bed and sat down. “So,” I said, looking at Mom’s stomach, “How is she coming along?”
“Very nicely,” she said, “Your new mistress is being constructed inside of your Mother’s womb as we speak.”
….Talk about a turn on. Within minutes I was cumming inside of Mom again.
“Mom, I have something to ask you,” I said. We were eating dinner at the table.
She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, her usual household dress code.
“What is it, baby?” she said.
“Have you ever thought about getting married?”
At this, Mom stopped eating and stared at me. “….Wow….” she said, leaning back in her chair and sticking one
hand into her panties while the other groped one of her breasts.
“…Are you serious?” “Dead serious. Do you think something like that could work?”
“I’m sure we could figure some sort of work around. Oh man..” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she sighed. “My
son, becoming my husband. We would have our own rings. Holy shit, I am so turned on. This is an amazing idea.
I want to do it as soon as possible.”
“Get married?”
“Yes.”
“How? I’m only 14.”
“Yea, I know. It’s possible.”
“Really? Do you think you could look into it?”
“Of course, sweetie,” she said, walking around the table and sitting on my leg, her moist panties throttling my thigh.
“I love you. So much. Not only is it fucking sexy to have you inside of me so often, but you’re a handsome young
man with a good heart. It would be an honor to be your bride, son.”
You can most likely assume what happened next.
6 months in now, and Mom was showing. She never ceased to impress me with her ever-growing maternity lingerie
wardrobe. Her hormones were off of the charts. Not very many mood swings, thank heavens. Lots of heightened
sexual activity though. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. Her sexual preferences were changing. She enjoyed being on top
more. Gave her more room and freedom. Plus, having her ever-growing womb right in front of me while I had my cock
buried deep inside of her was a massive turn-on.
She had started researching ways for us to get married. She was in a toss up between legally getting married as
mother and son, getting married using fake identities, or moving to a different town and claiming to be married.
The legal aspects were tricky, as it seemed to be practically impossible to get married as mother and son in any
town really. She didn’t want to forge an identity for me or herself. So the most plausible option would be claiming.
Yet claiming wasn’t the same as having her name and mine on a piece of paper. Mother and son, wife and husband.
Do their separate things during the day. Come home at night. Then make love.
One day, while we were sitting the living room, watching TV, she brought up a completely new topic.
“We should go visit my Mom,” she said.
“Michelle?” I asked, “Why?”
(It’s also important to note here, we never called my Mother’s Mother ‘grandma’. That is the only time I will use that
word here. We always have called here by name. It’s just how we’ve always done it. How I grew up with it anyway.)
“Well, she should know about the baby. And even more importantly, about us.”
“Why!? She’d go crazy.”
“I don’t know about that. She was always open to sexuality during her younger years.”
“I still don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? Telling her about us?”
“…..Oh….my…..”
Mom stared at me for a moment.
“I just had an idea.”
“What?”
“Ok, once we started fucking, your outlook on me changed right? I went from your mother to your lover.”
“Yes. Your point?”
“You have a new outlook on family, right?”
“Yea.”
“Now that I’ve said that, visualize Michelle.”
“Holy shit.”
Mom had just planted an idea in my mind that certainly would never leave. I had never thought of fucking my mother
before, and I had certainly never thought of fucking Michelle, or even thinking about her as attractive.
But now that Mom had said it, she was onto something.
Michelle had turned 48 last year, so she might have been 50 at the time of this conversation. Last I had seen her, she
still seemed young and jovial. Along with Mom, Michelle was a single woman. Her husband had left a while back, and
since then she seemed to have been on the prowl. Taking guys home and hitting up the high-end restaurants and
clubs. From what I recall, she had brown hair, perky tits, a defined ass, and absolutely. incredible. thighs. Even had
some strong calves. Imagining myself between Michelle’s stunning, ravishing legs, pumping in and out of the vagina
that gave birth to my Mother while she holds onto my shoulders and begs for more….gave me an instant boner.
“So, we go visit her. Let her know about this and see what she thinks. And if she’s alright with it, I can try to seduce
her if I want to?”
“Sounds kinky, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Mom….” I said, turning off the TV and sticking my hand into her panties, “You always have your son’s, or,
should I say, husband’s well-being on your mind, don’t you?”
“Us women need to look out for our men,” she said, spreading her legs and putting her feet up onto the couch,
leaning in towards me, our lips almost touching, “My womanhood belongs to you. You and no one else. My pussy is
yours. For now and for always. There will be no others but you. My son. My man. I will take are of you as a parent
and as a mistress. A guardian and a call-girl. A mother and a lover. I am yours. Forever.”
Then she kissed me.
I was lying in bed with the covers over me, Mom sitting next to me. She was wearing one of my favorite corsets with
her pair of panties that said “My Son’s Best Friend” on the front. You can find anything on the Internet if you look in
the right places.
She was painting her toenails a bright pink.
“So,” she said, “How do you think we should confront Michelle?”
“About what?” I replied, “About the baby or me fucking her?”
“Either.”
“Well, we should probably start from the beginning in great detail. I don’t think we should start our conversation with
‘We are mother and son and we fuck and will have a daughter soon’. We need to explain how we got here and how
happy we are. We obviously have perfect chemistry because we are family, and that carries over into our sex life.
The way we present it needs to soften the blow. Then, once we explain that, the baby shouldn’t be a problem. And if
she is ok with that, I feel that seducing her won’t be hard. Our story needs to be told first before I try to get into her
pants.”
“That sounds good. I think you should probably start it with your side of the story, just because she wouldn’t be as
inclined to get angry at someone who isn’t her own child. I can take over with my explanation afterwards.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Oh sweetie?” she said, blowing onto her toes to dry them, “Would you want me to try and put in a good word for
you? After we explain ourselves?
Might plant a thought in her head that you can act on.”
“If you want. It’s up to you.”
Mom swung her right leg over me and sat down on me cowgirl style, straddling my cock through the sheets and her
panties. She rested her hands on her thigh-highs and said “Damn right it’s up to me. I am your Mother after all.
I am still in control over you. You need to obey me.”She started grinding her pussy against my cock, the words
“My Son’s Best Friend” crumpling and straightening out with each slide up and down my dick.
“And I say……..that I’m going to make you cum through 2 layers of fabric. Without even being in my pussy.”
With great pleasure, I obeyed her.
Part 5: Michelle
The suitcases were packed and in the car. Our visit to Michelle was planned and ready to execute. She lived about
2 hours away so we called her and arranged a 1 week stay.
Mom made sure to pack my favorite outfits.
The trip felt relatively short. Probably because I fingered Mom most of the time. Her orgasms nearly crashed us on
occasion, but she begged for more after each one.
By the time we had arrived, Mom had made a damp spot on her seat from the 11 orgasms she had.
Michelle’s house was located in a suburb similar to our’s but seemed more high-end. Jennifer’s house wouldn’t have
seemed out of place here. Within seconds of pulling up, Michelle opened the door and walked out.
With my new perspective, I evaluated her.
She was wearing an amazingly tight black dress. Her breasts seemed to be about G sized, while her BWH looked to
be around 36-24-34.
Her ass was very defined while her legs……damn. Indescribable. Amazing, on the whole. Mom’s genes certainly
came from top grade female form.
“Hey, you guys!” Michelle said, walking over to us, “Long time no see!”
“Hey Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle.
“It’s been too long! Why didn’t you call sooner? And you’re expecting!?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been….busy. Big business stuff, you know.”
“Of course, of course. Who’s the father??”
“Oh, no one you know.”
“A daughter after my own heart, I see. And Daniel…”
She gave me a quick lookover and I did the same to her.
My context was probably a tad bit different than her’s though.
“…You’ve….grown.”
Maybe I was emanating some sort of vibe or subconscious messages, but I could have sworn that Michelle’s tone
had gone ever so slightly sensual. “What a handsome young man he’s become! Man, guys, it really has been too
long! I haven’t seen you in forever. Grab your stuff and come in!”
Michelle walked back into the house. Of course, I had to do the obligatory ass examination.
Mom and I exchanged a look.
“Oh, just a date.”
“A date, Mom? With whom?”
“Oh…..just….a friend.”
“Do I know him?”
“Probably not.”
“Jeeze, Mom. You get around way too much.”
“Hey! Menopause hasn’t kicked in yet. And I wanted to have as much fun as I can until then.”
Mom and Michelle were hashing some things out downstairs while I unpacked upstairs. I couldn’t see them, just hear
them.
“Fair enough, I suppose. When will this….guy… get here?”
There was a pause.
“Six. 20 minutes.”
“Ok, I need to talk to you. This is important.”
It was at this point where I expected Mom to call me downstairs and we’d execute our “plan”. Instead, their voices
trailed off as they walked into a different room. Strange. I didn’t want to go downstairs and interrupt though, so I
continued to unpack. Before long, thedoor bell rang and footsteps made their way to the door.
“….Continue this later.”
Then the door opened and I heard a male voice. The rest was incomprehensible until the door closed. Then more
footsteps up the stairs and Mom appearing in the door way.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“Michelle’s gone. On her date,” she said, bending over, her jeans tightening around her ass.
“No, not that. What did you talk to her about for all that time?”
She looked at me while I was checking out her ass and winked at me.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
While she was saying this line, I approached her from behind and pressed my crotch against her ass. She looked
back towards me and gave me a sexy smirk. Let’s just say that Michelle’s guest bed got introduced to doggy-style
anal that evening.
That night, Mom and I were lying in bed, fast asleep. Something woke me up. At the time, I didn’t know what. But
looking back, it must have been the front door opening and closing. I sat up in bed and listened. I could hear Michelle
stumble up the stairs and into her bedroom across the hall. By the sounds she was making, I decided to go out and
make sure she made it safely to her bed, at least. I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the her room.
I bridged the gap across the hall to get a closer look.
She appeared to be drunk, stumbling around the room, attempting to remove her jewelry, shoes etc.
Why was she home so early?, I had thought. If she was on a date, wouldn’t she have gone to the guy’s house or at
least brought him here?
But no. She was alone. And seemed upset.
I walked into the room.
“Michelle?”
She turned towards me while trying to take off her bracelet with her teeth.
“Oh, Daniel! How great it is to seeeee you.”
She stumbled towards me, tripping slightly in her high heels.
“You alright?”
“Oh, just fiiiiiinnnee darling. Apart from being stood up, just fiiiinnee!”
“The guy stood you up?”
“Oh yeeesss. Took me to dinner, went to the ressstroom and never cammee back. So I drank a couple driinks and
came back here and fell into a deeeeeep slumber.”
With this, she tripped onto the bed and started giggling.
“Michelle, you need to get undressed and go to bed.” (I hoped a line like this might trigger something.)
“I can do that allllll by myself. Just go back to Mommy and have some more fun, will you?”
“….What!?”
“It’s ok, sweetie,” she said, rolling around on the bed, “Your Mom told me all abouuttt it earlier.”
“That we…”
“Fuck? Oh yesss, sweetheart. All about it. And the baby, too.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course nott! Truth be told..” She hiccupped. “..Your Mother and I have had some….relations of our own in the
past.”
“…..Really?! You and Mom….”
“Mmhmmmmm”, she said, slipping off of the bed and to her knees, “Ever since she was 15.”
With these words, she reached for my boxers and pulled them down. I felt no need to object.
My dick was hanging in front of her face, semi-hard. But within seconds of her grasping it, it was 100%.
Looking up at me, she said “Do you mind?”
“Go right ahead.”
She took me into her mouth instantly. Her tongue was soft and her lips gentle as they ran up and down my shaft.
No need to linger here, as this just continued for 2 minutes until I came down her throat as she took me completely
into her mouth. Her gag reflex must have been non-existent.
“Mmmmm, so good,” she said, licking her lips, “Now, sleeeeeeeep.”
She snaked her way back onto the bed, dragging me with her. She collapsed once on it and passed out instantly.
I decided that I was fine where I was so I pulled up my boxers, maneuvered the covers onto Michelle then got under
them myself. I also fell asleep fairly quickly.
“Daniel?”
I awoke to that word. As I opened my eyes, I turned over to see Michelle staring at me, half a foot away.
“Morning,” I said.
“What’s going on?”
“You came home last night. The guy stood you up.”
“Yes, I know. I mean, what happened…..here?”
“Uhh. Well….let me ask you a question first.”
“….Ok. What?”
“What did Mom tell you yesterday?”
“….About….About you two….and your….you know.”
Whew, she didn’t just make it up.
“Ok, well, last night, you came home and I helped you into bed.”
“…That’s it? I sense there’s more.”
“…Do you want to know the truth?”
“Yes.”
“You gave me a blowjob.”
“….I did? Really?”
“Yes, really. And you were amazing, if I do say so myself.”
She leaned back and gave me an inquisitive look. Certainly no angry or upset emotions.
“Wow. Thank you, I suppose.”
“You’re welcome.”
A moment of silence….
“So, did Mom tell you about my intentions?”
“What intentions?”
“To try to make love to you.”
Another inquisitive look. I was amazed at how well she was taking this.
“No. Didn’t tell me that. Just about you two and the baby. Must not have had time before I left.”
“Ahh, I see.”
Another bit of silence…
“Well,” she said, “Do you still want to?”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Of course. You’re an indescribable woman who I would love fuck.”
She smiled.
“I’m honored. Well, I’m down if you are. Help me get out of this dress.”
She turned and presented her back to me. I unzipped the back of her dress as she slipped it off of her shoulders.
She stood up and pulled her dress down. Past her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, over her ass before
finally collapsing down her legs.
She wasn’t wearing any under garments.
She turned and displayed her body to me.
Amazing breasts. As firm and perky as Mom’s. Almost similar in every way.
Cute pussy with a thin layer of hair on her prominent pubic mound above sexy, shaven lips.
And her legs. Her legs…..I still can’t describe them.
“Wow. I’m speechless.”
“Your Mom did say that you were sweet,” she said, crawling back into the bed, “And she’s right.”
Our connection was fantastic. It’s like we had known each other all of our lives and were right in the middle of a
multiple year relationship. She laid on her back and spread her legs. The fantasy that I had previously now took place
almost exactly as I had imagined. My cock slipped into her pussy with ease. She might have been old, but her body
refused to show it. She might have been 49 or 50, but she looked and talked like a young, fruitful 30 year old. But it
was still obvious that she had years of experience. Her moans, sighs, gasps, pants, cries, yells, whimpers, groans
and hums were some of the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Definitely on par with Mom. Her pussy was out of
this world. The amount of control it had was devastating. It felt like it was living, breathing and squeezing in time with
my thrusts. We both came after a solid 5 minutes of fucking. We tried to hold out, but we couldn’t stop driving each
other crazy with all of the “small things” we’d do. I shot deep into Michelle while she sighed repeatedly, short of
breath. Her orgasm seemed very subtle and delicate compared to the way she fucked. Maybe there haven’t been
many guys to get her to this point before.
“Ugh……wow,” she said as I rolled off of her, “I haven’t felt like that in years. Mom said you were good, but I didn’t
think anything like that….”
“You were incredible, yourself. That orgasm was pretty cute.”
She blushed.
“Well, well, well.”
Michelle and I turned towards the doorway where Mom was standing in a see through babydoll.
“You guys didn’t wait for me, eh?”
“Oh, dear,” Michelle said, standing up, “Don’t be so selfish. What better way to warm-up than an intimate one on
one session?”
“Oh, I suppose,” Mom said.
“Plus, you’ve been fucking him for ages. Tell you what,” she said, laying her hands on Mom’s shoulders, “We’ll go
out on the town today. See the sights. Meet some of my friends. Get some of the best food. And then, when all of
that’s said and done, we’ll come back here. And have a threesome.”
“Oh, Mom,” Mom said, hugging Michelle, “You know just how to make your daughter happy.”
And what a time we had. Michelle knew all of the places. Sightseeing, elegant movie theaters, luxurious restaurants
with friends and a homey ice cream parlor to bring the evening to a close. Throughout the day, I checked out these 2
women to my heart’s content. To my utmost joy, they would bend over often for an amazing view of cleavage or a
tight ass in jeans or a skirt. Some of the more sensual ones were when they interacted with each other. The most
memorable being when we were on a crowded bus heading for the downtown district. The poles on the bus for people
to hold on to were about 2 feet away from each other. Since the bus was so crowded, Mom and Michelle decided to
find some space between two of these poles. Their ass cheeks wrapped around the poles while their proximity to
each other pressed their breasts together.
Absolutely unreal.
But eventually, the evening had come to an end and it was time to return to Michelle’s house. My excitement to fuck
these two women at the same time could hardly be contained. They seemed to be just as, if not more excited than I
was. When we got home, we went upstairs and into Michelle’s bedroom. They told me to get undressed and lay on
the bed while Mom went into the guest room to change. While she did that, I had the pleasure of watching Michelle
change into a white satin chemise right in front of me. Soon after Michelle was done changing, Mom appeared in the
doorway. She was wearing a new corset that I had never seen before.
Black, tight around her torso which caused her breasts to look more voluptuous than ever before. To compliment this,
she had on a pair of thigh-highs, garter straps and satin gloves.
She looked like a goddess. A pregnant goddess.
Michelle walked over to her and hugged her. “Oh, darling, you look so beautiful. How come you never came to visit
me more often?” “Now that I think about it,” she said, looking her Mother in the eyes, “I have no idea.”
At this, she gave Michelle a quick 1 second kiss. Just long enough to be sensual. A perfect pre-cursor to the
explosive erotic event that was about to take place.
Without a word, they turned to me and started crawling up the bed. My heart was racing.
Mom started by kissing and licking my cock while Michelle made her way up to my face and started kissing me.
This was the first time I had kissed her. Very reminiscent of Mom, but she seemed to have her own style entirely.
Soon, Mom was flat out blowing me while Michelle was lying on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest while our
tongues danced in a sexual embrace. After a little while of this I stopped kissing Michelle and told her that I wanted
to eat her out. With great pleasure, she got up and turned around. Her ass, groin and pussy were hovering above my
head, ready for action. Without hesitating, she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I sucked, licked, kissed and tongued
her vagina ravenously. I could feel her rocking back and forth while I orally pleased her sensitive female areas. While
this was happening, I sensed Mom had stopped sucking me. But before long, I felt an all too familiar sensation as
she sat down on me, enveloping me in her pussy. Then I heard Michelle’s sexual noises stop, only to be replacing
by sucking noises and sighs coming from both women.
They were making out on top of me.
We naturally evolved positions multiple times. They both came about once every 3 minutes on average. I was trying
to hold out as long as I could but it was incredibly difficult. At one point, Mom was lying on her back while I ate her
out and Michelle rimmed me from behind. Then we rotated. Mom ate out Michelle while I made out with Mom’s
asshole. Then, before long, everything was different again. I was fucking Michelle missionary style, her legs going up
and over my shoulders while Mom was sitting on her face. The first time I came was in Mom’s asshole. I was doing
her doggy-style while she was lying on top of Michelle as they were making out. The second time was in Michelle’s
pussy. She was riding me cowgirl, while Mom was making out with me.
On and on it went. The sexual desire never stopped.
I had 3 orgasms by the end and Mom and Michelle probably had a combined total of 20.
We lay there, sexually exhausted. Mom was down near my cock after having finished blowing me while Michelle was
next to me, her breasts pressing into my side.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Michelle said, giving me a kiss, “I’ve never felt like that before in my life.
So exhilarating and…..” She looked at Mom. “….orgasmic.”
“Tell me about it,” Mom said, rubbing my cock, “Who knew my son would end up being such a hunk?”
Epilogue: 15 Years Later
“I’m home!” I said, closing the door behind me. Mom came walking down the stairs, wearing a sheer babydoll and
nothing else.
“Hi, honey,” she said, “How was work?”
“Tiring, but went by quick.”
“Oh good,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, “You don’t need to work this
much, you know. With me retiring next year, we’ll have plenty of
income to keep up the place.”
Mom was 44 and I was now 29. She still looked sexy as hell and hadn’t lost any of her appeal. Simply aged. And
aged well. “Yea, I know. I guess you’re right. We shouldn’t be apart so much.”
“Damn straight. I am your wife. We can be together more than we are now and still be fine.”
Mom had found an incredibly hidden loophole deep in some state laws in an out-of-state small town. We were Mother
and Son and legally married, nearing our 14th anniversary.
“Anyway, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Cool.”
I sat down and turned on the TV, flipping to a sitcom.
“Where’s Emily?” I asked.
“Upstairs, studying.”
“The big history test?”
“Yep. She says the whole class is fretting about it.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can set her mind at ease.”
I sat up and walked upstairs. Now that Mom and I were married, I had moved into Mom’s, or should I say our room
years ago. Therefore, Emily took my old room.
Emily was my sister and daughter. The child Mother and I had together. And she was gorgeous.
Growing up into a family shaped by incest, I knew everything about her down to the tiniest detail.
Her current bra size was 34D, impressive for a 15 year old. VERY perky tits too. Like her Mother, she had some
meat on her, but wasn’t fat. She just started growing pussy hair which Mom has been teaching her how to keep
maintained. Emily insists on keeping it trimmed.
I opened the door to her room and saw her sitting at her desk, on her laptop.
Her brown hair was in a short ponytail. She had on a tight tanktop, with no bra that I could see, and just a pair of
panties. She claims to enjoy wearing no bottoms….saying things like “Well, my brother enjoys looking at my ass.
Why not let him?” Whenever we have normal, everyday conversation she refers to me as her brother more often then
her father. However, when we fuck, it’s not uncommon to hear her cry “Daddy!”.
“Hey, sweetie,” I said, sitting down on her bed. My old bed.
“Welcome home,” she replied.
“How’s the test coming along?”
“Really fucking hard.”
“Language.”
She gave me a skeptical look.
“I don’t mind you using it in bed, honey. But try not to incorporate it in everyday speech. Will only hinder you in life.”
“Right, right. Anyway, yes, it’s hard.”
I placed my hand on her naked left thigh. “Want to take a break for a while?”
“You joking me?” she asked, flipping her laptop closed.
She turned towards me and jumped onto me, pushing me back onto the bed.
Making out with me was one of her favorite pastimes. She said that it was “the only enjoyable way to spend her free
time”. I certainly didn’t mind.
Our lips connected as she stuck her tongue deep into her mouth. She was more of a sexual fiend than I was. She
was getting me worked up fast so I disengaged and said “Take off those off and sit on my face. Get comfortable.
I’ll see if I can take your mind off of school.
“Without missing a beat, Emily slipped off her underwear and sat down on my face.
She surprised me by resting her asshole on my mouth first.
So there I was, lying down, giving my sister, my daughter, anal cunnilingus while she sat on top of me, moaning and
sighing in ecstasy.
My face fit perfectly between her petite ass cheeks. Although, it’s not like it was the first time it had been there.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, getting off of me and lying down, “I want you in me right now. I need your cum.”
I turned and looked at her, her legs spread, pussy inviting me to jump in.
“Damn,” I said, getting undressed quickly, “I have a fucking sexy little sister.”
She grinned, filled with joy.
I moved on top of her and dipped my cock towards her vagina. She moved her legs up into the air, gripping my sides,
and whispered “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I moved down and slipped into her tight little teenage pussy. She did a sort
of whimper/gasp combination as I started thrusting in and out. This is how she grew up. In a incestuous family. Her
father was her brother, married to his mother…her mother. She grew up with a sexual fascination towards both of her
parents. Nudity was a common thing around the house. Yet at the same time, Mom and I made sure to educate her
in the way all other families operated, so if she wished to stop the incest with her generation, she could.
That probably won’t be the case, however.
Her orgasms were always amazing. This one being exceptionally exciting. After a few minutes, she whispered in my
ear “I’m going to cum.”
I said ok and kept slamming in and out of her. It started with a few quiet “Oh god..”s but soon built into “Oh FUCK! I’m
cumming!
I’m cummmminnngg! I’m cummi……..OHHH MY GODD!!!!!!!!!!!”. She hugged me tightly with both her pussy and her
arms. My daughter was a partial squirter. Her orgasms were always body-shaking and produced fluid.
I felt it coating my cock while she screamed in pleasure for a solid 10 seconds before taking a breath.
After 30 seconds, her orgasm ceased.
“Damn, sweetie,” I said, pulling out of her, “You sure know how to work your brother up.”
“You’re not going to cum in me?”
“Not today. I’d like to fuck Mom tonight. And you’ve gotten me ready for such a date. I’ll fuck you twice tomorrow,
alright? It’ll be Saturday.”
“Oh, I guess,” she said, putting her panties back on, “Thank you, though. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
“No,” I said, giving her a little kiss, “You’re amazing.”
Mom rolled off of me and laid down next to me.
“Wow, honey,” she said, catching her breath, “You were fantastic!”
“Blame Emily,” I said, “She had another of her orgasms earlier.”
“Ahhhhh,” Mom said laying her head onto my chest, her breasts pressing into my waist, “That crazy little girl. So
exciting to see her grow up like this, no? So perky and full of life. And so fucking amazing in bed.”
I gave Mom an inquisitive look. “You been sleeping with her lately?”
Mom gave me a sly look. “Well, you left early this morning without giving me any attention,” she said, running her
hand down my stomach and to my now non-erect cock, cupping it in her hand.
“And I really needed my pussy eaten out.”
“Oh, Mom. You’re such a slut.”
“Don’t I know it. I even had an orgasm while I gave birth to you, baby.”
So there we were. Mother and Son, Wife and Husband, lying naked in bed, post-coital. Our daughter, my sister,
sleeping across the hall, eagerly awaiting the 2 sex sessions I promised her for tomorrow.
Michelle frequently visited the house. She’s gotten to know Emily very well, I must say.
Jennifer still lives next to us. However, her and her husband got a divorce because of the distance their jobs created.
Interestingly enough though, using the same trick Mom was able to discover, she married her sister, who also had
divorced her husband. They both live together across the street.
We had made it. We were happy. And I had a hot Mom and beautiful sister….a beautiful daughter to…..fuck……
whenever I felt like it.
….Fuck….

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Fiction

The ten of them chapter 18

In our last chapter Sam’s Godfather Captain Ron Davis and his friend Sergeant Reese Hansen decided to attend classes with JJ in order to leave the military. Both served more than the minimum time and have their own reasons for separating from the military. JJ’s class merely afforded them the means to support themselves once they start their civilian lives.

Fiction

THE WILLING SLAVE: A LOVE STORY

A young woman is devastated when her poor family sells her to be a sex slave. Things look black until she is bought one final time.
CHAPTER 1
I’d be the first to admit that I went off the deep end two years ago when my beloved wife died. It was actually a blessing—she had withered away over a fourteen month ordeal from some disease I had never heard of and never want to hear of again.
I went out and bought a Lamborghini, spending more than a quarter million dollars. I drove around in 55 mph speed zones doing 100 or more. I told you I was acting crazy. Fortunately, I sold it before I killed myself. I also bought a motorcycle, a big Harley, grew my hair long, added a scraggly beard and joined a motorcycle club. Outsiders would have considered it a gang, but most of our members held legitimate jobs, and even professions, but a couple bordered on being Hell’s Angels. The word was that they were involved in a lot of illegal activities—drugs, bootleg liquor, smuggling, hijacking, and even white slavery.
It was through the club that I happened to be seated at the bar in Hog Haven that Sunday night. The Haven is a bar that isn’t open to the public, but it’s not a private club either. It is strictly a bar for Harley owners and riders. Last year a couple of kids in their twenties came in riding rice burners—Japanese bikes—and were lucky to escape with their lives. On this evening I sat nursing a Bud when I heard Big Danny, one of the so-called “bad members” bitching. “I got to get the cash and all I got is this dumb bitch. She ain’t worth shit. She ain’t even trained yet, so how am I going to get ten grand for her?”
I looked up as I took a final slug from the longneck, asking, “What’s the problem, BD?”
“Shit, fuck, doc, I got this bitch, see. I bought her for ten grand and now I need the money to get my bike back. It got repo’d last night. They sent these two big coons with shotguns to get it. I been fucked.”
“So sell the bitch. What’s she like anyway?”
“She’s good looking, a brunette with decent tits, but she’s got a real shitty attitude, claims she was tricked into being a fucking slave. Yeah, tricked my ass; she just wants to get out of her bargain. Guy I bought her from told me he gave her folks seven grand for her. Told me she wanted to get away from her asshole father; said he been fuckin’ her since she was ten. Now she don’t want come across. Damn, she bit my cock last night.”
I laughed, “Sorry, Big Danny, but the idea of that just breaks me up. I hope you showed her you’re the boss.”
“Hell, yeah—I damn near busted her eye. Got herself a real nice shiner now; that’ll teach her.”
“How old is she, anyway?”
“Why? You interested in her, doc?”
“I might be; you know my wife died from that fucking disease. I still can’t pronounce it.”
“Well, the guy I got her from says she’s twenty, but she looks younger.”
“Hmmm…OK…you want ten grand, right?” He nodded. “Bring her to my place at midnight tomorrow night, but don’t beat her any more. I’m not going to pay that kind of money for damaged goods. I’ll have the cash, but if she’s busted up I’m not giving you shit.” I got up and left.
The guys call me “doc,” but I’m not a doctor. I’m a retired businessman. They call me that because I’m just about the only club member with a graduate degree, an MBA. I made my money in the real estate boom and got out a year before it crashed. I saw how the big national builders and mortgage companies were distorting people’s information to sell more and more houses and knew it couldn’t last. I sold my holdings cheap—about eighty cents on the dollar– just to liquidate them, but after the crash they were sold even cheaper—at about half what I got. Coming up with $10,000 would be a cinch; all I had to do was go to the bank.
Having Big Danny come to my house was chancy, but this way he’d be the one crossing the state line, not me, so any possible federal charges would be on him. Of course, I doubted that Big Danny knew that or even cared. The other thing was—I didn’t like to take my pistol, a Sig Sauer 9mm, out in public and there was no way I’d make a deal with someone like Danny without one.
The following night Danny showed up around 11:45 close enough to midnight for me. I just wanted it dark and late enough so my nosy neighbors wouldn’t see anything. Danny led this thin woman into the house in chains. This was going to be a real slave sale. I debated whether I should check her teeth. I could see that she was filthy. Her clothes were torn and dirty and her hair badly needed washing; no wonder she rebelled at Danny. I stood next to her and she looked to be about five feet seven inches tall, maybe four or five inches shorter than me. She had a good body—C-cup breasts probably, with narrow hips and broad shoulders and a flat abdomen. She had some decent muscle tone so I guessed she worked out or ran regularly. Her legs were long and well-formed with an attractive gap between her legs.
“OK, Danny, you have a deal.” I went to my safe and removed the money, passing two $5,000 bundles to him. He held out the keys to the locks, trying to get more, another $2,000. I put my hands on my hips, opening my shirt and flashing him my Sig, suggesting he should be happy to break even. He left and a minute later I could hear his truck back out of the driveway.
“OK,” I began, “what’s your name?”
“Fuck you.”
‘OK, Fuck, you need a shower and some new clothes. You’re filthy and you smell. The shower I can give you; the clothes will have to wait until tomorrow. It’s late so I’m going to keep you chained until we have a chance to chat in the morning. Let’s go.” Reluctantly she followed me into the bathroom. I cut the clothes from her body and pushed her into the shower. “Wash your hair. If you need help with anything, let me know.”
“You going to watch me, pervert?”
“As a matter of fact I am. I don’t know you well enough yet to trust you, but, if you want, I can get into the shower with you and wash you myself.” She actually did smile at that, but got in, closed the door and turned on the water. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, looking like a different person. I helped to dry her and gave her one of my tee shirts to use as a night gown. I unchained one wrist, looping and locking the chain to the bed frame. “Sorry,” I told her, “but it’s the floor for you tonight. You can share the bed with me tomorrow, if you wish. I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” I tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and went to bed. I found sleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER 2
She was awake when I rose the following morning. I unlocked the chains, pointing her to the bathroom. “Here’s a toothbrush you can use, and some anti-perspirant. Sorry I don’t have any clothes for you, but I’ll go to WalMart later and get you some essentials. Let’s get some coffee first and then we’ll talk.”
She came out a few minutes later, telling me she borrowed my comb. She looked a lot better than last night, even with Danny’s shiner. I made coffee with my Keurig and gave her a cup, offering milk and sugar. “Let me explain what’s going to happen. Technically, you’re my slave, but I’m not going to chain you or beat you. In fact, once I get back from WalMart you can leave if you wish. But…where are you going to go? You have no money, no ID, no job, so what would you do? You’d have to become a hooker on the street and then you’ll meet some pimp or john who will be worse than Big Danny or wind up in jail. Your life won’t be worth shit. On the other hand if you stay I’ll treat you like my girlfriend. I’ll buy you clothes, take you to dinner, the beach and treat you well. You’ll still be my slave so I’ll expect you to have sex with me, clean the house, and prepare some meals for me, mostly dinner. Can you cook?” She shook her head “no.” “OK, I’ll have to help you. By the way, have a name?”
“Angel.”
“Your real name, not something some asshole gave you.”
She laughed, “That obvious? OK… it’s Andrea—Andie.”
“Thank you, I’m Adam. Let’s get something to eat, I’ll bet you’re hungry. When did you last eat?”
“Day before yesterday—a sandwich.” I got a cantaloupe from the fridge and cut it open for her. She wolfed it down. I broke out a pound of bacon and about eight eggs. I had the griddle going in seconds, the entire pound spread across its hot surface. I mixed the eggs together and scrambled them once the bacon was done. Andie swiped a piece and I playfully swatted her hand with my fork. Minutes later the eggs were scrambled and we sat down to eat. I remember being young—I’m now 60—but I don’t remember eating as much as Andie ate that morning. I guessed that Danny wasn’t big on treating his guests with civility. He probably couldn’t even spell it. Seeing her cup was empty I refilled it with fresh coffee.
We cleaned up together and I gave her a pad and pencil. “Write down your sizes–bra, panties, and blouse and pants or shorts. Also I’ll need your shoe size. Walmart is about twenty minutes away so figure I’ll be back in about 90 minutes. Now…you’ll have the run of the house. I’m not going to lock everything up—we’d be here until tomorrow, but, trust me, there’s not enough to steal to make it worthwhile, and then I’d have to call the cops. Have a seat and watch TV, or find a book to read, or just walk around. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I know nothing about shopping for women’s clothing so it took me longer than I expected. I returned almost two hours later to find Andie sitting in the living room reading a Playboy. I gave her the bags and she dressed. After seeing her naked last night there wasn’t much reason to be bashful or shy, so she did it right in the living room. I wasn’t expecting any compliments for my selections, but she did say, “Thanks” several times.
“I’ve been thinking, Adam. You’re right–if I leave here I’ll wind up worse off than I was before so I guess you’re stuck with me.” She walked up to where I was sitting, dropped into my lap, and kissed me. It was a “friends” kiss, not a “lovers” kiss, but that was OK with me. I was glad she was staying. “You know, I have a lot of experience fucking older men…my asshole father and grandfather have passed me back and forth for years.”
I pulled her head to my shoulder, caressing her head and running my hand through her lustrous hair. “Put that behind you. It will never happen again. Now, let’s go shopping.” We climbed into my BMW and headed to the nearest mall. I tried to keep up with Andie as she ran from store to store. I left her in Victoria’s Secret while I put several big bags into the trunk. I returned just in time to pay the bill.
“OK, Adam, I’m done.” I asked if she were sure and she laughed, “Just how much money do you have?”
“Enough to take care of both of us; now, want lunch or should we go home?”
“Let’s go home. I think I need to thank you.”
“No, you don’t need to. I don’t want you to feel you need to do anything. It’s much more fun with a willing and eager partner.” I drove home and showed her where to put her clothes. She marveled at the size of the closet. My wife had been a clothes hound with more than a hundred pairs of shoes and dozens of outfits so her closet was built to handle all this. There were drawers and mirrors and shelves like even I couldn’t believe at times. It took us almost two hours to get everything done. I made a drink and retired to the screened porch, looking out over the golf course.
“Where are we,” Andie asked.
“In southeastern North Carolina, near the South Carolina border—the Atlantic is about two miles over there.
Are you from around here?”
“No, I’m originally from West Virginia–you know one of those coal mining towns that have gone broke. My family was poorer than dirt. I really can’t blame my father for trying to sell me, but I can’t forgive him either.”
“Listen, if you’re going to live here you need to help yourself to food or drink—coffee or soda, or whatever. Are you old enough to drink?”
“Almost—but I’ve been drinking for years. I’ll be 21 in another month.” We chatted about everything and nothing trying to get to know each other. The more she told me the more I marveled that she had even lived to see twenty. I knew things were tough in most of the bankrupt coal towns, but I never imagined the conditions Andie described to me. There were ten people in her family—mom, dad, grandpa, and seven kids, all in four rooms in a house with no indoor plumbing and no insulation. For Andie to live with me must be like living in a palace. I had finished my drink so I got up for another, “C’mon,” I told her, ”I want to show you how to make drinks. Ever hear of a gin and tonic?” She shook her head “no” so I went through the very basics with her as I made two drinks. “Here, try it. I find it really refreshing, especially on a hot day.” We returned to the screen porch where I sat on the love seat. I was a bit surprised when she sat next to me—very, very close to me.
I toasted her, “Here’s to a successful relationship—for both of us.” When I looked at her she had a tear in her eye. “What’s the matter,” I asked.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am. I could have wound up with someone like that Danny jerk, or even worse. Instead I’m with a gentleman who treats me with respect, like I’m a real person.” I put my arm around her shoulder as she cried—broke down—into my chest. I held her for almost thirty minutes, stroking her cheek, rubbing her back, and caressing her hair. She looked up then and kissed me. Her lips parted and our tongues met. She gripped my head and pulled me into her as her passion rocketed. When we broke the kiss she looked into my eyes, “Let’s go to bed.”
“You don’t have to, you know.”
“I know—I want to, but if you keep that up you’ll have me believing you don’t want me. Don’t you want me?”
“God yes, I haven’t had any real sex for two years, since my wife died…and you’re gorgeous, even with that shiner. I’ll probably embarrass myself by cumming as soon as I enter you.”
“Ha, so what’s the problem? We’ll just do it again as soon as you can. Then you’ll take a lot longer. C’mon.” She pulled me up; I grabbed both drinks, following Andie into the bedroom. She pulled the blanket down before she pulled me to her. I barely had time to put the drinks on a couple of coasters. Kneeling over me Andie pulled my golf shirt over my head and addressed my shorts. She pushed them and my boxers to the floor. “Stand up a sec, will you? I want to take a look at you. Hmmm, pretty nice—how old are you, anyway?”
“I’m sixty…much too old for you.”
“Oh, no you’re not; you’re only as old as you feel. How old do you feel now?”
“A lot younger than sixty, that’s for sure.” Andie laughed and pulled me back to the bed. In seconds she had stripped off her tank top and bra, and shrugged out of her shorts and panties. She pulled me down into an embrace as she began another kiss. Her mouth pressed against mine; her tongue danced in my mouth as her hard nipples pressed into my chest. I was lost in the rapture of the kiss and the heat of her touch. She broke the kiss, moved back a few inches and looked into my eyes. “I could really get to like you—maybe even more. You’re the nicest, kindest person I’ve ever known.” She kissed her way down my body. She began to lick, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing over my skin when she reached my abdomen. She licked all around the base of my hard cock before moving up the sensitive underside. She tickled my pee hole, managing to push her tongue in almost a quarter inch. She cupped my balls in her hand as she swallowed my cock. I had never been deep-throated like this before. As a kid I’d been able to get laid now and then, but hardly any girl would suck my cock, let alone take it all into her throat.
Suddenly, she jumped up, straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my hard erection. My erect penis is only six and one-half inches long, but it is more than two inches in diameter and doesn’t taper at all. I could feel the silky tightness of her pussy, the wetness, the heat. Andie felt hot; I was worried that she might have a fever so I put my wrist to her forehead. She laughed, “My father always did that. But I think I just have a really hot pussy.” I had to agree—it was plenty hot enough for me.
Suddenly, I shot my head up, ”Condom?”
“Oh, I guess we should. I’ve only ever fucked my father and grandfather and I don’t think they ever fucked outside our family. On the other hand…a stud like you….”
“Yeah, right! What diseases can you catch from your right hand? Not too many, I would think. All the same we should be careful. I don’t want you getting pregnant—not yet anyway.”
Now it was Andie’s turn to be startled, “You mean…? You’d actually…? Oh, wow, that’s incredible.”
“Well, here’s the thing. I always wanted children, but my wife couldn’t have any—some problem with her uterus, or something. But I think we should wait until we know how things are between us. Having a kid if we’re always arguing would be a catastrophe.” I leaned over to my night table and pulled out a new box of condoms, one I had just bought when I realized I’d be purchasing a slave. Andie raised herself a few inches as I rolled it over my cock. Andie wasted no time sliding back down my shaft.
I tried to move up to meet Andie, but she stopped me—“I want this to be for you. We’ll have plenty of time to take care of me. I’m a pretty good judge of character and I’m betting you’ll take satisfying me as a real challenge.” I relaxed as Andie began to move around my cock. She may have been pissed at her father, but he had obviously done a great job teaching her to fuck. She clenched those powerful cunt muscles as she massaged my cock. That combined with her unceasingly rapid thrusts made me think I was in heaven. As I predicted I was ready to cum—much too fast for either of us. I couldn’t help myself—I drove my hips up, lifting Andie off the bed as I filled the condom, wishing it was Andie’s pussy instead. In seconds I was spent, but not too spent; I placed my hands beneath Andie’s thighs and lifted. I was able to curl almost 200 pounds so I handled her easily. I dropped her slowly onto my mouth.
“You were right—I do take it as a challenge. Now it’s your turn.” I leaned up as I pulled her slender body closer. I licked her left labium first, cleaning it of her yummy secretions; then I moved to her right. When that was done there was only one place left—her wet dripping slit. I pushed my tongue into her, sucking out every delicious droplet. Leaning forward I reached for her G-spot, rubbing it furiously as Andie began to shake. I continued, ramping up the pressure as I tickled her clit. I had no idea how sensitive she was—she came screaming in seconds. I moved her down and held her tightly, kissing her cheek as we both recovered. In time she lifted her head, “That was incredible…the best…I’ve never cum like that…ever.” She leaned back down and kissed me. This time it was definitely a lovers’ kiss, long and hot and passionate as she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. When we broke the kiss we lay there breathing deeply, rubbing our hands over each other’s bodies.
CHAPTER 3
It was late when we finally left the bed—almost 6:30. I decided we needed to go out for dinner. Andie and I hit the shower. This time she actually pulled me in with her; I followed her as we both laughed. We were covered in her delectable juices. We explored each other’s bodies, tentatively at first as we became more and more familiar with each other. I caressed her with the soap as I washed her breasts, her abdomen, and her shapely firm ass. She giggled as I slid my hand up and down her butt crack. She fell into my arms as I turned the water off.
I helped her from the shower, telling her to stand still while I got a warm towel from the heated rack. I nuzzled her neck as I dried her tenderly. I wrapped the towel around her head before grabbing another for myself. I playfully slapped her butt as I pointed her to the closet. “Pick something nice, but not too fancy. We’re going to a nice, but not posh restaurant. Tomorrow we’ll shop for some food—some of your favorites, too.” Ten minutes later she was still in the closet wearing nothing but her bra and panties. “What’s the matter, Andie?”
“Uh…I’ve never had so many clothes. I don’t know what to choose. Hell, Adam I don’t know HOW to choose.” I stepped up and pulled out a top. Then I picked a pair of shorts. “Do these go together?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled. Two minutes later she was dressed. Five minutes later her hair was combed, lip gloss applied, and we were out the door. I backed the Beemer out of the garage, put the top down, and drove away to a moderately priced restaurant I had often enjoyed in the past. We walked up to the desk and were seated almost immediately. “We have a nice table for you and your granddaughter,” the young woman said.
“Ha! I’m not his granddaughter,” Andie responded. “I’m his girlfriend…and his lover. Believe me, I’m the lucky one,” she told the astonished server. We ordered iced tea, salads, and baby back ribs. Andie was amazed when she saw the salad—it was huge and it was accompanied by a freshly baked croissant drizzled with honey butter. “Wow, Adam, this is delicious and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big salad.” Then whispering she continued, “This is only the second time I’ve ever eaten in a restaurant. The other time was when I graduated high school. Of course, later my dad and grandpa took me home and fucked me to celebrate.” She hung her head in despair.
I lifted her chin, looked into her eyes and told her, “We’re celebrating tonight and you won’t have to fuck later, so relax.”
“And if I want to…?”
“We’ll see. Remember, girlfriend, I AM sixty.”
“Maybe,” she said between forkfuls of salad, “but you fuck more like thirty and you suck like….” I put my finger to her lips to silence her. “Later…we’ll talk about it later. Let’s just enjoy the meal, OK?” Andie nodded as she filled her face with some tomatoes, cucumber, bacon bits, and boiled egg. I had to laugh. Watching her eat was a joy. After half starving to death I could easily understand why she would chow down like it was her last meal.
Andie’s eyes popped out of her head when they brought the long racks of ribs covered in spicy barbeque sauce. We had delicious loaded baked potatoes to complement the tender ribs. Once we had finished I ordered a cheesecake for us to split for dessert.
“What’s a cheesecake, Adam? I can’t imagine a cake made out of cheese.” I explained as best I could about cream cheese and how the restaurant brought in cheesecakes daily from a famous restaurant in New York City. I had just finished when the waitress brought a huge slice with two forks. Andie took a tentative taste, smiling when she learned she loved it. I sat back, enjoying the sight of her wolfing down this new treat. Tomorrow I’d give her another; I was pretty sure she’d never had a bagel before.
We drove home, arriving around 8:30. I explained to Andie that I usually showered and changed into my “pajamas,’ a T-shirt and what I referred to as gym shorts, after dinner. “I like to be clean when I go to bed,” I explained. “I find I sleep better.”
She gave me an evil grin, “Is it OK if you get dirty once you’re in bed?” I grabbed her as I laughed, spun her around and kissed her. I gave her a playful spank as I moved into the closet, emerging a few minutes later in my T and shorts. I lay on the couch to watch a football game. A few minutes later I was distracted when Andie walked in wearing the sheerest baby doll I had ever seen. “Did I buy that for you today? You look great in it.” She leaned down, kissed my cheek, and lay in front of me, her ass pressing against my rapidly growing cock.
“Boy, Adam, you sure do have a lot of TV’s. We only had one and we only got five channels. How many do you get?”
“I don’t really know. I suppose…maybe 80…a hundred? It’s enough…I can only watch one at a time, although with you here we could watch two.” I looked at Andie and I could see she really didn’t care. “Oh, who gives a damn. If you want to see something and I don’t have it…I’ll get it for you…OK?”
“OK, but right now I’d rather kiss you and make love than watch TV. Can we go into the bedroom? Please?” I rolled my eyes but down deep I was thrilled. It had been so long since I had anyone want me…really want me. My wife hadn’t for more than ten years. For her sex was more a duty and responsibility than a joy. Now a woman I hardly knew couldn’t wait for my cock in her pussy. I resolved to have her on birth control so we could really enjoy each other.
I pushed Andie off the couch. “OK, Andie, I can watch just as well in bed as I can here and there’s a lot more room in the bed, besides if you lead the way I can check out your ass all the way there.” She giggled, turned to slap my hand as I put it onto her butt, but took it into hers as she led the way. She put some extra sway into her hips as she teased me all the way to the bedroom. She pulled me onto the bed, pulling down the blanket and tucking me in. “Comfy?” she asked. I nodded, not quite sure what was going on. She took the remote and found the football game I had been watching. Convinced everything was as I wanted it, she turned to face me, grinned wildly, and destroyed my entire evening—not that I was complaining.
First, she lay on top of me, her mouth licking and kissing my neck. Telling her she was tickling me did no good—she just became more determined. Suddenly she changed tactics, sucking and biting my neck. Damn! She was giving me a hickey! I “struggled” to get away, but my efforts were feeble and ineffectual. “C’mon, Andie, I’m too old to be walking around with a hickey.”
“Oh, no you’re not, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.” She released my neck and I threw her off me. As she fell I jumped up, surprised at how quickly I was moving. I pinned her under me; we were both laughing. Fuck the football game; this was a lot more fun, and it was about to get better. I pulled the baby doll up over her shoulders, lowering my mouth to her nipple. I suckled madly as I pushed her panties below her knees. When I touched her pussy I found her to be soaking wet—running pussy juice. I moved my finger into her, searching for her sensitive G-spot.
I knew immediately when I found it; Andie reacted strongly, almost cumming at my first contact. I raised my head as we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring what was still unfamiliar territory in each other’s mouths. Andie pulled the blankets from between us, gripped my rock hard organ and pulled me into her forcefully. I drove into her with abandon, lifting her legs over my shoulders. She met my every thrust with one of her own. On and on we went, harder and harder, faster and faster until I could take it no longer. I pulled out, remembering at the last second that we had forgotten all about the condom, and rained semen over her chest and abdomen. Totally spent, I collapsed on her smearing the gooey mess all over us.
It was several minutes before we were able to speak. “I need another shower…and it’s… all… your… fault.” I rose from the bed, bent over to pick her up, and carried her to the shower. We kissed and kissed as the hot water ran over our bodies. I dried her, then myself, and we went back to bed. I had to laugh when I saw it. It looked like a hurricane had passed through. We worked together to make it then we climbed in naked, savoring the touch of skin on skin. As we fell into a deep sleep, the TV droning on all night.
CHAPTER 4
A month later not much had changed in terms of our sex life—we were still fucking like rabbits. I loved being with Andie; she was full of energy and life…and mischief. I found out just how much she could create one afternoon. I had risen early to play golf in my league. After finishing I joined my comrades in the snack bar for a burger and soda while we waited for the results of the day’s competition. I had just finished my fries when I heard my buddy, Tim, “Wow! Would you look at that?” I looked up to see Andie in the hallway, obviously looking for me. I turned my chair away from the table and waved. She came in when she saw me. Her outfit reminded me of Olivia Newton John in “Grease.” She wore a black tank top and skin-tight black Capri’s. Putting it mildly—she was FUCKING HOT!
“Hi, what’s up? Want a burger or a soda, or something?”
“Umm…no burger or soda, but I’ll take you up on the ‘or something.’” Andie moved forward to straddle my legs. She pushed her groin into mine as she grabbed my head, pulled it forward and laid a huge wet kiss onto my lips. She moved her firm breasts into my chest and her cunt into my cock—all in front of more than forty of my friends. I sat there helplessly until she stopped.
She moved back, a huge grin on her face, “That’s the best ‘or something’ I’ve had in years.”
“Thanks, but I hope you know I will never live this down. You’ve made me a marked man.”
“Don’t worry, Adam—they’re just jealous.” Andie kissed me on the forehead and rose. “Don’t be too long, Sweetie I’ve got a special ‘or something ’ planned for you this afternoon.” I cringed as that remark was met with hoots and howls throughout the snack bar. She walked out, turning at the doorway where she lifted her top and flashed her magnificent tits at the crowd. “Bye, baby–don’t be too long.” She blew me a kiss and left.
I sat there expecting to hear it from the boys, but instead I heard it from Tim, “Well, boy, what the hell are you doing here? Damn…if I were you I’d be out the door and running home.” I laughed and was about to explain, but realized it would do no good. Andie’s mischief would follow me for months, at least. I left with everyone else, ignoring their gibes about how I was getting lucky. It didn’t bother me—I knew I was lucky and that I’d been lucky almost every day over the past month.
We’d done a lot over the past thirty days. I had Andie order a copy of her birth certificate and hired a driving school to teach her to drive. I’d also sent her to a doctor for a checkup and birth control. I was also tested. Our health reports came back clean and we’d enjoyed making love unencumbered by concerns about health or pregnancy. Now I was looking forward to another afternoon of giving and receiving. Andie was waiting as I walked in. “Are you angry with me,” she asked. “I was sitting here missing you and getting horny. I needed you, so….”
“No, I’m not angry. You were right; every one of those guys wishes he was me. Hell, I was thrilled I was me, but right now I need a shower—I’m sweaty and smelly.
“Not a problem, let’s go,” Andie exclaimed as she ripped her blouse from her body and shrugged out of her Capri’s. I followed her, losing my shirt and shorts in the bedroom and scampering behind her as I tried to lose my boxers without falling on my face or my ass. Andie turned and laughed as I was trying to hop my way out of my sweaty socks. “Here,” she said grinning, “lean on me.” I did, kissing her neck as I finally threw the last sock down to the floor. I swept her into my arms, savoring the touch of her skin against mine. I released her when I got a whiff of my underarms. It had been a hot day and I was an active sweater.
I pulled her into the shower, shielding her from the water until it warmed. We plunged under the stream together as Andie’s hair ran over her face, dripping onto those glorious globes on her chest. I went for the soap, but she beat me to it, smirking as she began to wash my cock and balls before moving to the rest of my body. Believe me—having someone bathe you is a real luxury and when the bather looks like Andie it’s an extra bonus.
When she had finished she relinquished the soap and I took my turn. Washing her was almost as great an experience as being washed. I started with her back as I nuzzled her neck and cheek, nibbling her ear and washing it with my tongue. My soapy hand moved down to caress her tight butt, my finger running up and down her crack until I used the soap to lubricate my finger and slide it deep into her ass. Andie looked up at me in amazement. She turned suddenly to kiss me, burying her tongue deep into my mouth. I used this opportunity to soap her breasts and abdomen.
Andie broke the kiss, “Enough…please…I need you, Adam.” That was good enough for me. I shut down the shower and led my lover out. I dried her tenderly, caressing her body as though I were the slave and she the mistress. Once she was dry our roles reversed. She led me by my rock hard penis to bed. We kissed, expressing our need for each other when the phone rang. I let the answering machine handle it until I heard Tim’s voice. I picked up the phone, “Bad timing, buddy…how about if I call you back later? Sorry, but I’m occupied at the moment. Tim…Tim…you know a gentleman never discusses stuff like that. I’m going now…yes, I have something much more important right now, right Andie?”
“Oh, yeah, Adam—I need you to fuck me. Bye, Tim.” I hung up the phone. When I turned back to her Andie continued, “Sometimes you are so funny. I loved the way you handled your friend. I’ll bet he’s jerking off right now.”
“Ha! No bet—Tim is divorced so he’s always jerking off…and up to a month ago so was I. Having you here with me has changed my life, and I hope it’s changed yours, too.”
“You already know the answer to that, but do you think we can stop talking for a while. I really need you in me.” She rose up, climbed onto my body and spun around, positioning her pussy at my mouth while she attacked my hard cock with hers. Andie licked up and down my shaft and all around the helmet before sucking my organ deep into her throat. I wrapped my mouth around her entire pussy and sucked hard. I knew from prior experience that she loved this and she reacted immediately so when I penetrated her tunnel with my tongue she came almost immediately, drenching my face with her ejaculate. I kept on sucking and licking her cunt, moving up to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth, licking and nibbling as I massaged her velvety breasts with my hands. Her sucking became erratic as she turned on and began to shudder. She raised her head and arched her back as she came again, her entire body experiencing several massive spasms before she collapsed onto me.
I spun her around and pulled her close to me. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek as she came down from her high. I had learned that Andie was multi-orgasmic—her two orgasms would do nothing but get her hotter to fuck and we’d be doing that as soon as she recovered. It was almost ten minutes before she was lucid. “Fuck, Adam, you do give me the best orgasms. Now let’s take care of you.”
She threw her leg over my body, straddling my hips. She rubbed my hard cock into her slit as we shared lubricants—pre-cum from my cock intermingling with her copious pussy juice. A second later my cock disappeared into her. I knew she loved the girth of my thick cock; it stretched her pussy walls and gave her incredible sensations. Andie began rocking, rubbing her hot clit into me as she massaged my cock with her tight muscular cunt. I met her motions, driving deep into her. I knew I wouldn’t last long, not after all the foreplay we’d had. I felt my balls clench as a river of hot semen was forced up through my cock before exploding into Andie’s cunt. Five times I shot a thick rope of cum into her and just as I was finishing I could feel Andie’s pussy contract as her third orgasm took control of her body. We collapsed into each other totally spent—sweaty and covered in cum. Our bed was a mess, but we didn’t care. We lay there in the mess, too tired to even care.
CHAPTER 5
We had been together four months. Andie had experienced more new things during this period than she had during her prior twenty-plus years. First, she learned to drive. Her family had an old beat up truck, but only her father was allowed to drive it. When she got her license I bought her a new Mustang convertible. She insisted we go out to dinner that night and, of course, she drove. I also took her to a beauty salon for the first time. Her hair was washed and styled; she had a manicure and pedicure. When she was done she told me she felt incredible…and so sexy. The best surprise came when her passport arrived by FedEx. “Why do I need this, Adam?” she asked.
“Well, basically because if you want to leave the country you need a passport. I’ll bet a thousand against a nickel you’ve never traveled…and your trip here from West Virginia doesn’t count.”
“Like you’ve said several times—no bet. We barely had enough to eat, let alone go anyplace. We did go to the County Fair one time, but grandpa took me behind the tents and fucked me…in my ass. He hurt me, Adam and he just laughed. Can you believe that?”
“Yeah, actually I can. Some people are just sick. They get off on hurting people—it’s how they get their jollies. When you’ve lived as long as I have you see a lot and some of it is just disgusting.” I put my arm around her and hugged her close to me. “Hopefully, you’ll see a lot of the good things from now on; you’ve obviously had more of your share of the bad up to now.”
I talked to her then about traveling—how much I enjoyed seeing different places and learning about different people. We talked for a while and went to bed. I had long ago dropped the idea of wearing any kind of pajamas to bed. They just got in the way and I loved the feeling of Andie’s skin against mine. The following morning I awoke lying on my back with Andie tucked under my left arm, her head resting on my shoulder. “Adam, would I be here with you if I weren’t your slave?”
“Andie,” I responded as I kissed her forehead, “first of all, you’re not my slave—you’ve never been my slave. If you were I’d chain and beat you every time you did something wrong. I’d never allow you to be free when I left the house. I’d chain and cuff and gag you. Have I ever done anything like that?” She shook her head, “No.” “I told you that you could leave when we first met and you can leave now if you want.”
She looked up at me, a tear in her eye, “Do you want me to leave, Adam?”
“Absolutely not! I don’t want you to go anywhere, but if you wanted to go I wouldn’t stop you.”
“Do you like me, Adam? I mean, I know you like fucking me, but do you like me—you know—as a person?”
“Now you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t laugh, Adam.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you will because what I’m going to say will sound ridiculous. No, Andie I don’t like you, but I do love you. I’m in love with you. I love everything about you, and yes, I do love fucking you, but even if we never fucked I’d still love you.” Andie laughed. “See, I told you—I knew you were going to laugh.”
“Oh, Adam—I’m not laughing at you—I’m laughing at ME! I’ve been so nervous about this. I didn’t know how to tell you…” She hesitated for what seemed to be a minute before finishing, “that I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re kind and sweet and loving and patient and….”
I stopped her there, “Stop…you’re going to give me a big head, you know that? You’ve given me the confidence to ask you something.” She raised up, leaning her head on her arm. I leaned up opposite her before reaching in for a chaste kiss on her cheek. ”Since you love me and I love you, how about we go shopping this morning?”
“Shopping? What does that have to do with being in love?”
“Well, that’s when a couple usually goes out and buys an engagement ring. Will you marry me?”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it! You’d actually marry me? ME? Oh my god. I’m so lucky.”
“Actually, I think I’m the lucky one, but…is it a deal?”
Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She leaned forward and kissed me. It was anything but a chaste kiss. She was all over me, her tongue active in my mouth as her lips ground against mine. It seemed like ten minutes later when she finally broke the kiss.
“Let’s get up and go out for breakfast. Then we’ll buy your ring, and then we can talk some more about traveling. There’s something I’ve been thinking about and I’d like your opinion.” We got up and I literally floated into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe my luck—she actually loved me! We went to a local pancake house for their buffet. I loaded up on bacon and an omelet; Andie copied me and then went back for more. We sat in a booth, both of us on the same side of the table. We talked and joked as lovers have over the millennia. I heard a couple of old biddies in the booth behind us comment, but Iet it go. Nothing was going to ruin my day. In fact, I was going to give them something to really talk about. “Darling,” I began, “how’d you like to go off birth control?” Andie jumped for joy; the blue haired bitch behind me choked. It served her right for being so nosy.
After breakfast we went to the town’s best jeweler. Andie asked me how much we could spend. I told her I was worth millions—price was no object.” Andie had small delicate hands with long slender fingers; she tried several rings of different sizes and settings before deciding on a simple solitaire of about 1.5 carats. The jeweler assured me that the stone was top quality and I believed him. I’d played golf with him several times and you can learn a lot about a person that way. I paid with my credit card and we left, Andie beaming at my side.
We went home and sat on the screened porch. “I’ve been thinking about taking a river cruise in Europe starting in Vienna and ending in Amsterdam. It would take us about three weeks.”
“What’s a river cruise, Adam? How do they get those great big ships on a river?” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I kissed her to make sure she knew I wasn’t being critical.
“Think of a small boutique hotel that goes places with you. We’d stay in a cabin—they’re usually small, but we won’t spend too much time there other than fucking and sleeping. We’ll eat in the restaurant and we’ll visit a lot of places we’ve never heard of, but they’re usually interesting and informative. We can buy lots of souvenirs and special clothes like fancy sweaters. I’ve been to Vienna—it’s beautiful and there’s lots of great pastries and good food. Plus they have very good wine and beer.”
“I’ve had beer but I’ve never had wine before. Is it good?”
“Some of it is excellent, and European beer is great. Maybe we’ll go to Brussels after the cruise; it’s a wonderful and very old city. Did you know Belgians invented French fries, and comics, and a ton of other good things. Their national food is mussels, ever have them?” She shook her head “No.”
“It sounds great, Adam. Can we make it our honeymoon?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I pulled her onto my lap and we held each other until I heard her stomach growl. I pushed her up and went to cook some hot dogs for lunch.
CHAPTER 6
We wed in a small simple ceremony with a Justice of the Peace. Tim was my best man; the Justice’s wife served as Matron of Honor. The ceremony took only ten minutes but the result would last us for life. I saw my attorney the day before the wedding and changed my will. Two days later we flew first class to Vienna. I explained to Andie how Austrians spoke German and how Wiener Schnitzel had nothing to do with wieners.
We walked through the city with our guidebook, enjoyed some delicious pastries, Andie eating at least twice what I was able to consume, and even took their subway once we figured out how to use the automated ticket machine. We began every day the same way—fucking—and we ended it the same way.
After four days in Vienna we boarded our ship. Andie was surprised at how narrow and long the ship was. We found our cabin on the top deck. We had two twin beds and a small balcony just big enough for two chairs and a small table. Once I phoned the reception desk, those beds were moved together to form a King even though we could have gotten along great in a twin. We usually slept so closely we were like a single body.
We unpacked our clothes, cameras, and toiletries, struggling to find room for everything in the tiny cabin. I had also bought several bottles of Austrian and German wine. When we finished we went into the lounge to sit and take in the sights on the Danube. When the bar opened I bought Andie a beer. She had learned to love the local beers, and this was no exception. It was a Belgian beer; I explained that Belgium had more breweries than anyone else. There were somewhere around 650 breweries in that tiny country. I assured her we would try several when we visited there.
Andie had been wide-eyed her entire time in Europe. She marveled at how old some of the buildings were and the size and architecture of the cathedrals we had visited. One of the highlights of our visit to Vienna had been our visit to Schonbrunn Palace with its more than 1,400 rooms. “This one room probably cost more than my entire house,” she told me when we visited our first room on the tour. She could have said that about every single room we visited. It was a magnificent building loaded with history. We also had a great time on the train to Schonbrunn, meeting and talking to several Austrians who were thrilled to meet some real Americans and practice their English. Andie couldn’t believe how friendly the people were. She’d learn a lot more on this trip.
We met a number of our fellow travelers in the lounge and compared the nightmares of flying; they were surprised we had flown first class and were even more surprised when Andie told them we were on our honeymoon. “I’m glad our cabin isn’t near yours—we go to bed early,” a woman from Michigan said, kidding us.
“Yeah, we go to bed early, too,” Andie replied, causing everyone to laugh hysterically. However, when one of the women asked how we met Andie froze. “Go ahead,” I told her, “tell them the truth.”
Andie took my hand and began, “I come from a poor family—really, really poor. My father sold me to be a sex slave, that’s how bad it was. I was devastated. The man who bought me would rape me and beat me for no reason—it was horrible. Then he sold me–at a profit, of course–and things got worse. The new guy starved me and beat me, too trying to break me. But he suddenly needed money to get his motorcycle back from the repo company and Adam bought me. The first thing he did was tell me that I was free and could leave him at any time, but he pointed out that if I did I’d be in even worse shape than I was. He treated me with respect and caring and…most of all with love. I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me and here we are.” The people around us were speechless.
I leaned forward and kissed Andie’s cheek. I pulled her up, excused us, telling everyone we had some business to conduct, a remark that was met with some chuckles. I held Andie’s hand as we walked to our cabin. “Your story will be common knowledge around the ship by dinner,” I told her. “People like to talk so don’t be surprised if someone asks you about it.”
“Should I have lied, Adam? I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“No, darling, you should never lie. None of that was your doing or your fault so you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud that you survived all that abuse. There are plenty of women who wouldn’t. As for me—well, it takes a lot more than that to embarrass me.” I sat on the bed and pulled her to my lap. “I’m having a wonderful time. I hope you are, too.”
“Oh, Adam everything is so fascinating. I never dreamed….” I stopped her with a brief kiss. Well, I intended it to be brief; Andie had other ideas. She pressed her lips to mine before telling me, “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” What a marvelous idea!
I pulled down the blanket while Andie stripped out of her clothes. She was working on mine before I was even done with the bed. I was forced to sit down or fall—trip over my pants and boxers. Andie pulled my clothes off, throwing them into the pile with hers in a corner of the room. She pulled my shirt over my head and attacked my cock. It hadn’t taken long to harden—about three seconds! I was sixty years old and I was as horny as a teenager even though I was cumming several times a day.
I lay back savoring the feeling of my wife’s (oh God, I still wasn’t used to the idea of actually being married to beautiful sexy Andie) tongue and lips. She pushed her lips up against my pubic hair, swallowing my cock into her throat. She looked up at me and smiled—as much as one can smile with a mouth full of cock. I pulled her off my cock into another deep passionate kiss, tasting my dick on her tongue and lips. I rolled her over into missionary and drove my cock into her tunnel.
Andie had been off birth control for just over a month and we were trying—desperately—to get her pregnant; missionary gave her the best chance. She spent more time with her legs in the air than she did with them on the floor, or so it often seemed. I drove my cock into her as we kissed and kissed. Her velvet vise clutched my cock forcefully as it tried to milk me of my seed. Andie wrapped her long legs around my body, pulling me even deeper into her. We met with every thrust and when Andie squeezed my cock, flexing her cunt muscles around me, I gave up. My balls clenched, by cock swelled, and river after river of steamy white cum rocketed into Andie’s womb. I reached between us, found her hot clit, and rubbed her to her orgasm. I had learned that she never had a weak orgasm. Many times she had bucked me off of her as her body experienced one powerful muscle spasm after another. I fell on top of Andie kissing her madly. “I love you,” I told her, “more than I can ever tell you.” I leaned down again and kissed her. I tried to move off but she held me tight. “I’m never letting you go,” she said with a smile, “Thanks for drowning my pussy. You must have donated millions of sperm to the cause. It doesn’t seem fair—you give millions of sperm, I only give one tiny egg.”
“Sure, but soon my job will be done while yours will last for nine months, and then you’ll give birth. I just pray our baby looks like you. You’re beautiful; I’m just ordinary.”
“You may be many things, darling, but ordinary will never be one of them.” She kissed me again as I rose for a shower. The only negative about the ship so far was the tiny shower; there was no way the two of us could share.
CHAPTER 7
We went to an important meeting before dinner. We took our life jackets with us. We went through the required emergency drill and then listened to a “port talk” in which our guides explained what we would see and do tomorrow. We had a port talk every evening just before dinner. Andie and I enjoyed a stein of beer tonight and every night during the cruise.
I knew that a mother-to-be shouldn’t drink, but we didn’t know that Andie was even pregnant. She didn’t drink much, a maximum of two drinks a day—one beer and one glass of wine. However, that would stop if she missed her period. We had agreed that nothing would harm our child.
We learned a lot on this trip. We saw a 900 year old abbey, numerous huge and beautiful cathedrals, learned what kings did with their second and third sons—sent them to be prince-bishops in the Church. We even saw Oscar Schindler’s house. We bought a load of souvenirs, including a beautiful cuckoo clock. We passed through dozens of locks, the first attracting the attention of all the passengers, but by the tenth few of us were interested.
Yes, we learned a lot. By the end of our trip we learned that Andie was pregnant. It still had to be confirmed but after peeing on four home pregnancy strips we were pretty sure. We were elated and when we shared the news with our fellow travelers they were, too.
We spent three days wandering through Amsterdam; I even took Andie on a tour of the red light district. She was amazed by the sight of the semi-naked women in the windows hawking their wares like fish mongers in olden days, except now they were hawking themselves. After Amsterdam we traveled by train to Brussels, spending four days there in a hotel just off the Grand Place, the central city square surrounded by more than a dozen guild halls dating back to the twelfth century. We treated ourselves to some Belgian chocolates, reputedly the best in the world. Then it was time to go home.
We went out for mussels our last night in Brussels. In Belgium you can get them dozens of ways—steamed, fried, with garlic and a host of other combinations, including baked with yummy cheese. That’s what we had—huge mussels on the half shell baked with cheese. Not only were they delicious, they were so rich it was almost impossible to finish the portion. OK, it was impossible for ME to finish; Andie, on the other hand, finished hers and the remainder of mine. How she ate all this food without gaining an ounce was a miracle. I enjoyed a magnificent Belgian beer; Andie had a Coke.
The following morning we took a cab to the airport and were on the way home. Tim picked us up in Myrtle Beach, the closest airport to our home. He asked us a lot of questions, but he skipped the big one. Finally, Andie couldn’t hold back, “We learned a lot on this trip, Tim, especially that I’m pregnant. Want to be a godfather?” I thought Tim would drive us into a ditch when he first heard, but he recovered beautifully, driving the rest of the way with a huge smile on his face.
We made an appointment with Andie’s gynecologist. Her deprived upbringing denied her many things and excellent medical care was one of them. She marveled at all the different kinds of doctors. Dr. Ferguson had been my wife’s doctor and I thought she was fantastic. She took Andie’s urine and ran the test five times—all positive. Then she took blood and tested that—we were pregnant. Andie had a special diet, which she hated, but she followed it to the letter.
I had experienced many surprises since I bought Andie and they were all wonderful, but I wasn’t prepared for the biggest of all. Andie had a sonogram at four months. Dear God—twins!

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