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The Ten of Them Chapter 15

I?m not sure what happened with the last post, but it was entitled the two of them when I posted it. I reposted it hopefully the same problem won?t occur.

Fiction

My Coming Home Surprise – Part 1

Tyler and his little step-sister Amelia come home from separate colleges. Tyler realizes that his little sister isn’t so little anymore and he discovers that anything and everything she does makes his dick hard. And maybe his little sister is doing it on purpose.

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 fiancĂ©e 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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The Good, The Bad and the Molly – Chapter Eight

WARNING: This particualr chapter of GBM is particularly hard to read. If you have any traumatic history with non-consensual sex and it’s a touchy subject, I’d advise you not to read this, for you own sake. For those into the story at this point, I hope you enjoy, and I welcome all feedback.

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Lindsey: An unlikely Romance part 10

I want to start off by thanking Jay for the proof reading and most of all the input for these new chapters. And to the readers. I know from the comments this isn’t the way some of you hoped it would go, all I can say is hang in there.

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Tina Trilogy(New Years Eve)

New Years Eve (New)
It was Saturday, New Years Eve, I was kind of wonder what Tina was doing tonight. I should have called her, but I did not. I have not spoken to her since our Christmas Day get together. I tried once but there was no answer to my phone call, and I never called back.
It was 4 p.m. and I was thinking on what to have for dinner. I also was getting ready to watch some college football on the television. Suddenly the doorbell rang, causing the stupid dog to bark his fool head off. Wondering whom the hell would come over at this time of day, I went to answer the door.
By habit I turned on the outside light and looked through the door window to see who it was, and to my surprise it was Tina standing there looking at me through the door window.
“Hi come on in,” I said as I open the door for her.
“Hi thank you,” She said as she flashed me that smile that would warm your heart on a cold winters day.
“Here let me take your coat,” I said to her.
She took her coat off, and she looked awesome. She was wearing a short black dress that came down to her mid thighs. It was very low cut, showing a fair amount of cleavage. Black nylon stockings, and black high heels, completed the outfit. She was wearing the diamond pendant, and earrings that I gave her for Christmas.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” I told her with my mouth hanging wide open.
“Thank you very much.” She replied to my compliment.
Let me tell you a little about Tina. She is about 5’6″ has blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful body, great breast 36 C I think, a slender waist, nice ass and legs. She is extremely attractive, and would put most women in their early 40’s to shame, even though she is close to 55.
We walked through the kitchen into the dinning room, where I put her coat over the back of a dinning room chair.
“What are you doing out this way, you’re a long way from home?” I asked as I smiled at her.
“Well um um um I was wondering if you um have any plans for tonight?” she asked me slightly embarrassed.
“Well not really, I was going to watch football tonight.” I informed her. “What did you have in mind?” I asked her.
She kind of look down at the floor for a moment, and back at me, “well maybe dinner and a movie or something like that,” she said softly.
I stepped forward and gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the lips, “ I would love to spend the evening with you.”
She gave a little shiver, and big exhale, and looked at me smiling. “I was nervous asking if you wanted to go out tonight.”
“What would you have done if I already had a date, or had a woman here with me?” I teased her with a mischievous smile on my face.
“O golly I never really gave that a thought.” She said with an odd look on her face.
“What say we go to Red Lobster for dinner, and out to the theater to see a movie? ” I asked her.
“That sounds great,” she said warmly to me.
Then I looked up to see what movies were playing and at what time. We chose Larry Crowne, with Tom Hanks, and Julie Roberts as the two stars in it. It started at 7:15 and got done at 9:30.
I need to get ready for dinner, so I excused myself to shave, shower, and get dress. Which never takes a man long to do those things. She was dressed up, so I got out my dark blue tie and light blue dress shirt, black dress pants and dark blue sweater vest, and my good dress boots. I put on my best cologne, and went out for her inspections.
“You look very handsome, and I will be very happy to be your date for the night.” She said with a sexy smile.
We left the house and drove over to Red Lobster getting there around 5:00, ordered a drink, and was seat by 5:15 finishing our drink. The waitress came over and refilled our drink order, and then took our dinner orders. Tina orders a cup of clam chowder, Chesapeake shrimp with crab, cole slaw, and vegetable. I had a cup of clam chowder, white fish(wood fire grilled), cole slaw, and wild rice pilaf. We had a great dinner, and the company was lovely. Before we knew it, it was 6:45 p.m. and time to go. I paid the bill, and we got into the car, and headed to the theater.
The movie is a romantic comedy, which is not my favorite, but she loved it, and that is all that matter. It was ok, and I always like the two stars in the movie. I went and got the car, we stopped at the local bar, for a couple of drinks, and then we headed back to my place to bring in the New Year.
We got to my house and she went to her car and got out a small travel bag, and we entered the house.
“I would like to change my clothes, where can I do it?” She asked me.
I took her down the hallway to the spare bedroom and opened the closet for her, “here you can use this closet, there are plenty of hangers here for you.” I told her with a kiss.
I went into my bedroom and stripped and put on just an extra long tee shirt. I turned the bed spread, and blankets down. I stopped in the computer room and grabbed a cd of ABBA hits(I knew she really like that group), and put it into the boom box in the living room. I shut the lights off and turned on the fireplace. I just got to the couch with the blanket over the bottom half of me when I heard the bedroom door open.
She came into the living room by the fireplace and did a little pirouette in front of me. WOW she looked extremely sexy, she had on a red satin nightie type shirt with just one button to hold it shut, and not doing a very good job. Her breast were all but spilling out of it, and red satin bikini panties. I was instantly hard, glad I took a blue pill when we got home to help with tonight’s activities.
“What do you think?” she asked me with a very seductive smile.
“Wow you look red hot to me.” I answered the best I could.
She saunters her way over to the couch, and laid right on top of me, and rubbed her self over my hard cock. I saw her smile, as I knew she felt my rock hard shaft.
“This is the way it should be,” I said to her in a soft way.
“What do you mean,” She responded quickly?
“You laying here in my arms wearing a sexy nightie, listen to ABBA, and watching the fire in the fireplace.” I whispered into her ear.
She snuggled up into my arms, and softly kissed my ear, and just sighed.
“It does feel so good to me to be here in your arms, safe and sound.” She breathed into my ear.
We shifted around a bit, and I moved down some, and twisted on my side so she was against the back of the couch.
Soon we were kissing and I undid the button on her nightie, letting her breast fall out. I quickly cupped one of her perfect mounds in my hand. Slowly massage her breast and nipple, as our tongues were intertwined together in our passionate kiss.
“Shall we retire to the bedroom, my queen?” I asked as I kissed her lips softly.
She just nodded her head yes.
I got up first, and she noticed really quickly that I was bare from the waist down.
“Why you’re naked,” she exclaimed as she reached for my pecker, and gave it a quick stroke.
I got up and shut off the music and turned off the fireplace, and we walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Where we both stripped off what little clothes we had on. She gave me a kiss, and I swept her right off her feet and carried her to my bed.
We lay there for a while just kiss and our tongues were dancing together in our mouths. I was gently playing with her boobs and nipples. I could feel the bumps on her areolas, as I increased the pressure on her nipples. Her breathing became a little more laborious, as her excitement between her legs increased.
I worked my head down her neck with kisses and soft bites, till I got to her boobs. I started to lick her nipples and then I licked the little bumps on her areolas. I took her nipples in my mouth, and softly bit them.
“Do that harder, bite them harder,” She purred at me in delight.
I took my teeth and lightly raked her nipples. I gave each of them some nice love bits, as I sucked them harder. Her breasts are so nice and soft, and I massage them gently, pushing her nipples deeper into my mouth, and I continued to inhale on her rock hard nipples, trying to deep throat them. I could hear her breath coming in gasping pants.
As I was sucking on her nipples, my hand was busy in her slippery slit. I rubbed her slit back and forth, getting my finger well coated with her love juices. I then rubbed her star hole coating it with her juices. When it was really wet, I then penetrated her lubricated star hole up to my first knuckle of my index finger.
I worked her star hole with my finger, and I could feel her arousal, as her breathing got deeper. I invaded her wet slit with my thumb, as I rubbed both holes, I could feel my thumb and index finger between that thin wall of flesh that separated her two holes.
I could hear her breath catch, as her excitement built toward an orgasm. She gave a sharp gasp and grabbed the pillow and put it over her face, as she screamed loudly into it.
I removed my thumb, and inserted my fingers into her love canal, rotating them around and around as fast as I could inside of her. I could feel her thrust her pelvic up into my fingers. I reached up with my index finger and hit her sensitive G-spot on her vagina, causing her flinch and raise her hips up.
“Keep your finger right there and rub that spot harder,” She said to me as she exhaled deeply.
I kept rubbing that G-spot hard as I could, till my finger got tired. I moved over and attacked her clitoris. I popped it out in an engorged state.
“O Godddddd I am sooo close to cuming, “ She cried out in a voice full of sexual passion.
She locked her legs against my hand and filled my palm full of her hot cream. I pulled my hand free, and brought it up to my face and licked it clean of her juices. My God she tasted good. I moved my face down to her bare slit, as she parted her legs wide for me to have better access. I started to lap up the honey dew on her outer lips.
I parted her lips, and struck gold, her pussy was soaking wet with her cum, and I lapped up as much as I could. I pushed her lips up to get better access to her clitoris. I licked and sucked on it, and then I flicked it a few times with my tongue, and then softly bit it with my teeth. That caused her to buck her hips, and she howled out in pleasure. I sucked and licked her pussy and clitoris, till her orgasm exploded in a blast of her honey juices, drenching my face, as I tried to drink it all down.
“OOOO I am so ready, please do me now,” She begged me, as she pulled me up to her face and kissed her cum off me.
“Do you want me to fuck you now with my cock?” I asked her, as I kissed her back.
“Yes Yes please fuck me now with your hard cock.” She pleaded with me.
I mounted her, with her legs wide apart, and I gently rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, causing her to squirm. I kept tormenting her with my cock, slowly inserting my mushroom head into her pussy till the head was in, and then I pulled it back and continued to rub her slit. I did this over and over, till she was begging me to fuck.
“Quite teasing me and stick your cock into me.” She commanded me.
“Say please fuck me.” I countered as I was waiting for the clock to strike 12 midnight. There is an old say that what you are doing at midnight is what you will do all year long. I wanted to make sure that I would be fucking her all year long.
“PLEASE FUCK ME. NOW!!!!!” She yelled at me.
I jammed my cock into her as hard and deep as I could, and left it deep inside for her to adjust to it. I had her legs over both of my shoulders, and then I split them apart, and I pounded her pussy with my rock hard missile. With each thrust I made, I could hear her grunt in pleasure. Finally I could feel my nuts start to cook.
“I am almost there, fuck me harder, make me cum, “ She moaned in ecstasy.
Her whole body shook, as she exploded into a major orgasm. I held her tight as I fill her pussy with my white cream, squirt after squirt went deep into her pussy. When I finished cuming into her, it was like I just over filled her gas tank, as my cum was running out the pussy.
“Wow that was awesome, you’re a great lover. My insides are still flip flopping around in there. I must have cumed 3-4 times. God I feel….I feel so sexual fulfilled. “ She said still gasping and panting for breath.
“Honey it takes two, to have good sex, and make passionate love, and we are very compatible. “ I said in a very contented voice.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled into my arms. I closed my eyes for a second, and the next thing I know it is 7:30 a.m., and I looked over and she is still in my arms. I don’t think we moved all night long. I disengaged myself from her and went to the bathroom to take a piss.
I laid back down and next thing I know there is a strange feeling going on with my pecker. I look down and see this blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. I laid back down and watched her, as I enjoyed the sensual feeling of my cock being sucked.
She had my cock in her mouth sucking away, and then she spit it out and started to lick the shaft down the cum tube, right down to my shaved sack. She gave each nut a nice bath with her tongue and mouth. She then licked back up the cum tube to my mushroom head, licking the underside of it, and then she lightly rake her teeth over it, cause shivers to run down my back.
She licked the head of my cock, and my eruption tube exit hole with the tip of her tongue. Then she started to take me fully in her mouth, I could hear her gag a couple of times, till I was fully imbedded in her throat, and her nose was rubbing my shaved pubic area. She deep throated me a few times with a swallowing action.
It was not long and my nuts sent a text to my brain, that an eruption was about to occur, as my cum tube and exit hole expanded to prepare for my flow of hot cum to released. I gave a big groan and shot my load deep into her throat. I could hear her gag for a couple of seconds, and then she sucked me dry, and cleaned my cock off.
“How did I do?” she asked as she crawled up to me, with mischievous look in her blue eyes, and her breath smelling like my cum.
Now just how would you answer that question.

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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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Broken Birds, Part 31, Green Island, Aftermath

Part 32
Green Island – Aftermath
When the ferry finally took the group back to Cairns, Maria, Nita and Lynne sat together. Each needed to tell Michael and the other girls that they were leaving the harem.
The helicopter landed, the blades still turning, when Beth ran to her father and lover.
“Have fun?” he asked gently, holding her so tight she gasped.
She looked in his eyes to see the real question, “You’re my man! I had fun, but I need my man. I’d never let any other man inside me.” The ferocity of her reply surprised him. Then he realized she needed an answer, “You’re my forever woman. Always and forever,” he saw Beth relax, knowing she was still first.
Alice followed committing to Michael and the harem, tenderly taking his face in her hands and kissing him with passion and love.
Next, Jennifer took his hands and placed them between her breasts, over her heart. She looked into Michael’s eyes, and said, “You are my man, my lover and my future. I love you Michael. I never knew how much until this last week.”
Lynne, Maria and Nita approached slowly. They cried. Each handed him their commitment ring. Michael’s heart bled, but he tenderly kissed them. Alice had given him warning.
“If you ever want back, let us know. We love you,” he said softly to each of them. From the corner of his eye he saw Rafaela glowering at them. His heart ached.
Kat bounced out of the craft. Even with her damaged eyelid, she looked young, exuberant and perfect. “Michael, I hope you never had any doubt! I love you. You are the only man I will ever want inside me.”
Becka and Sandy followed. “Michael, we need to talk
”
They left the guards to handle the luggage and headed inside.
“Let’s go to my office. I think everyone needs some space.” He saw Beth nod her agreement. To what, he did not know.
The girls sat on the leather couch in Michael’s office.
“Shoot.”
Becka and Sandy looked at each other, clearly uncomfortable.
“Do you want me to call Alice?” Michael asked neutrally. Both girls nodded.
He pushed a button on his cell.
In a short time Alice appeared. “What’s up?” she asked cheerfully. Then she looked in Becka and Sandy’s face.
“Ready to talk now?” Michael asked softly.
“We need you, Dad. We really had a great time at Green Island, but neither Sandy nor I could cut loose. We weren’t sure we were OK with sex.”
Alice sighed. She realized what was coming. So did Michael.
“Honey, what do you think would make you OK with sex,” she asked, giving Michael time to think.
“We want to try with Michael before we try with anyone else. We trust him. We love him. We know this week was for us, but Sandy and I are scared
.”
“We’re not sure about committing for the rest of our lives, but we need to know that we’re OK. It just didn’t feel right with someone we don’t know or love,” added Sandy.
Michael looked at Alice who nodded imperceptibly.
“Girls,” he said softly with love in his eyes, “we need to first help Maria, Nita and Lynne. They’ve made a big decision and need our help preparing to leave the compound. Why don’t we wait until they’ve moved into town? I don’t want them to feel that you are taking their place.”
Alice’s relief shone on her face.
“Then we’ll make love for the first time.”
Maria and Nita departed the next morning, crying in Rafaela’s arms. They felt ashamed. Michael did all he could to assuage their guilt. He assured them that the door to his heart remained open.
Jeff came to pick Maria up and to meet her adopted family. He and Michael locked eyes as they shook hands. Jeff promised to be good to her. His eyes told Michael it was a promise he would keep.
Erik came to collect Nita. Michael thought he was a strong, gentle soul, absolutely perfect for Nita.
Lynne left a day later. Shoshana saw happiness in her sister’s eyes and seemed to impart that message to Michael, easing his pain.
Ian came to meet the harem and Michael about whom he had heard so much.
Ian asked Michael for his permission to marry Lynne in the future if she would have him, though he also promised Michael he would not ask for at least three months.
Michael was impressed with Ian. It soothed his pain knowing that Lynne would have a good chance at happiness.
At dinner that night, Shoshana rose and toasted, “To life!” in Hebrew. She was looking directly at Michael, “To love!” in English. Michael’s eyes misted.
Becka and Sandy were anxious. They loved the sex gym, but needed to make love with their hearts as well as their bodies. They’d decided that Becka would stay with Michael first.
Beth and her five other harem members seemed genuinely happy for the girls. They knew that these wonderful girls just needed a doorway opened. Once the learned the truth about making love, they would seek their own man. They’d charmed at least half the men at the weeklong party. Each had a man waiting. Each man had abstained during the week, preferring to wait for the girls to be ready.
Alice, Jennifer, Sandy and Rafaela took Becka into one bathroom while Beth, Kat and Shoshana took Michael to the other. Beth suggested that Michael take a five-hour energy drink in addition to his Cialis. She suspected Becka would be a tigress tonight.
In the girls’ bathroom, Beth’s suspicion seemed laughably far of the mark. Becka was nervous. Her body had shut down the one time she tried on Green Island. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. Alice saw the fear in Becka’s green eyes.
“Nothing has to happen tonight. If you’re afraid or don’t respond, tell Michael. He’ll understand,” Alice said unintentionally adding to Becka’s terror.
“If I can’t respond to him, I’ll always be frigid!”
Cursing herself, Alice slipped out to talk with Michael.
“She’s terrified, Michael. She tried with one of the boys on Green Island and her body shut down.”
Michael thought for a minute. His eyes sparkled with a possible solution. Dressed only in his robe, he went to the kitchen and found a can of whipped cream and fresh strawberries, arriving back in the bedroom as Becka slowly entered.
She wore a long silken robe. Her fine brown hair was in a single ponytail. Flawless makeup highlighted her delicate features and large, almost almond green eyes that now held a haunted expression.
He took her in his arms as the girls exited the room, turning out the electric lights. She trembled at his touch. Soft gentle music played while candles flickered.
He swept her into his arms and laid her carefully on the bed.
He retrieved the bowl of strawberries, can of whipped cream and the requisite flutes of champagne.
Becka sat up, looking at him quizzically. “I thought we were going to make love?”
Michael smiled, “We will if you still want to. Making love’s not always this ultra serious thing. It’s fun too.” He slid next to her. He knew she was very ticklish.
He ran his hand along her flank sensuously, tantalizing her flesh beneath her robe. She sighed audibly.
Without warning he tickled the same place. She shrieked with laughter, squirming to defend herself. He attacked her enthusiastically. Becka screamed. She hadn’t laughed or enjoyed a man’s touch like this in years.
Finally Michael relented, dropping back onto his pillow
“No fair! You’re not ticklish!” she complained, but her eyes were filled with laughter.
He fed her strawberries with whip cream, a favorite of hers. He dropped one in her champagne.
Finally she snuggled in his arms, her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat and her fear evaporated. He felt her begin to relax.
He stroked her cheek, neck and shoulder. She snuggled closer, pressing her C cup breasts against him. He slid his hand beneath her robe to caress her back. She murmured her delight looking up into his eyes.
She squirmed up and placed her lips on his. The kiss started slowly but gradually grew into a fiery demand. Her lips parted, inviting Michael’s tongue to enter. He caressed the top of her palette. She shivered slightly. She pulled back. Her eyes blazed incandescent with passion and need.
She pulled away and sat on her feet, shrugging out of her robe.
Becka’s breasts sprung free, miniature ski slopes with large, puffy pink aureoles and hard nipples.
Michael shrugged out of his robe and opened his arms for her. She stared at his cock for a moment. She ignored his arms, wanting to inspect his organ. Her small hand gripped its soft smooth hardness. Pre-cum liquid at his slit enticed her. She licked it delicately. She looked at him, smiling a knowing, female smile.
She took the head into her warm mouth, circling it, learning how to give pleasure. Michael stared at her, his excitement growing by the second.
“Honey, that feels incredible!”
She slid back up his body and kissed him deeply. He felt her need and joy.
He gently pushed her onto her back, his lips still on hers. He began exploring those magnificent breasts. He took his time, feeling her passion grow. His mouth sucked on one nipple, one hand caressed the other breast while his hand explored her belly just above her sex.
Gripping his hair, she urgently pushed him lower until his lips were caressing her labia. She dripped with excitement. He went lower to her puckered starfish, caressing and penetrating it with his tongue. His middle finger replaced his tongue. She gasped for breath.
He parted her nether lips with his tongue, tasting her essence for the first time. She tasted fresh and a little tangy.
He traced her lips to their joining point, but did not touch her visibly engorged clit as it peeked shyly from its hood. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
His thumb pressed into her pussy. She shrieked “YES” over and over.
He rubbed his finger and thumb together, separated only by the thin membrane.
She pulled him to her clit. He sucked and gently bit down.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’m CUMMMMMMMGGG,” she screamed.
Michael could tell. She’d just squirted!
He continued to torture her clit, extending her orgasm or perhaps giving her new ones close together.
Finally she signaled a stop by pushing his head away.
Michael lay beside her, taking her into his arms once again. Her breathing gradually returned to normal. He eyes opened languidly.
“Give me a few minutes to rest, then I want that monster in me,” she smiled, “I think I’m wet enough.” She giggled at Michael’s drenched face. He wiped it with the sheet.
She’d talked with the other girls about positions. They told her the advantages and disadvantages from a woman’s point of view, but told her not to plan anything, as the best position would be obvious. Seeing the size of Michael’s manhood, she now understood.
She climbed on top of him and kissed him thoroughly, tasting herself. Inwardly she smiled. She tasted pretty damn good. She slid down his body, opening her legs as her pussy approached his raging cock. Her small delicate hand directed and positioned him as she pressed back. The head of his cock entered her small opening.
She gasped at its size and how it stretched her. Thank God for the Sybian! She slowly impaled herself in minute increments until it was, at last, fully inside her. She waited several moments for her sheath to adjust. She levered herself up, pulling her feet beneath her legs until she was sitting on his cock and her feet.
She reached for the music remote and selected what she wanted. As it began to play, she looked into Michael’s eyes and said, “Whenever I hear this song, I will be here, with you.”
It was music from the first night on Green Island.
Her hips began to gyrate in time to the music. His hands squeezed her incredible breasts, twisted her nipples and caressed her clit. She ground her clit on his belly. She lifted up and slammed herself back onto his engorged cock. It became a frantic race to an unknown destination.
They were no longer making love. It had morphed into a primal fuck.
As she came again, Becka screamed out her triumph, just as Beth had. Becka had her life back.
They lay side by side, next to a second, large wet spot.
Becka levered herself onto one elbow to look into his eyes, “I thought I would want you to cum in my ass and my mouth, but I’d like to wait and give those to the man I hope will soon be my lover, Michael. Are you offended?”
“Of course not, Honey,” he said seriously and then reverted to being a tickling machine.
The girls were sitting in the large main living room. “He’s certainly original,” Kat said giggling as they heard Becka’s faint shrieking laughter, “gotta give him that.”
The next morning Sandy talked with Becka for a long time. Sandy did not really fear physical intimacy as her rape had been more of a familial molestation and she had even enjoyed parts of it. She’d remained celibate at Green Island to support her sister.
She asked if she could invite someone to the compound and try with him. Michael would be a last resort if she couldn’t respond. After all, she was also very ticklish.
Relief was written over the other girls’ faces and in Michael’s eyes.
Becka wanted to invite her prospective lover as well.
Michael spoke with the guard captain and the cameras in the guesthouse were thoroughly tested. Michael doubted that anything bad would happen, but he wanted to be prepared.
Sandy’s man arrived first. His name was James. He was 20 years old and still attended university. He was studying for an engineering degree, hoping to join the oil and gas industry. His broad shoulders and narrow waist testified to his dedication to Aussie Rules Football.
They met him on the lounge pool deck where Michael grilled a large amount of meats, shrimp, sausage and kabob.
James headed directly for Michael, his hand outstretched. He looked into Michael’s eyes taking Michael’s hand in a firm grasp. “I’m James, Mr. Shannon.”
“James,” Michael said returning the shake, “My daughter has been a bit sparse on the details. Do you live in Noosa?”
In reality, Michael had a complete dossier on both men. It had been updated from the Green Island dossiers he had on every outside participant.
“No sir. My family is in Brisbane and I’m going to RMIT for engineering.”
“RMIT?”
“It’s in Melbourne. It’s a pretty big school. I’m graduating in four months. Then, hopefully a job with Exxon or another oil company. If I can’t find a job I may do a stint in the Army.”
James saw Michael’s mouth go grim, “Well, before you go into the army, let me know if you have trouble finding work. We’ve got some friends,” inside Michael the beast awoke.
Sandy presented James to Shoshana. Sandy was pretty and vivacious. Shoshana was simply a stunningly beautiful and sensual creature. Shoshana would never tire of the open admiration she generated, but it never completely salved her soul.
A short time later, Becka was called to the main gate to fetch her date.
He was a bit older, probably around a very fit 30. His face told of his years as a lifeguard. He was Jennifer’s friend, so Michael knew about him. His name was Bryan. He’d been an avid outdoorsman until his girlfriend had been killed in a climbing accident when he was 22. He now managed several car dealerships in Brisbane.
They ate and swam until the sun began to set. Michael kissed Becka and Sandy on their foreheads as they took their men to the guesthouse.
Michael signaled the guards.
The guards had been carefully chosen. Michael wanted the girls safe, but he wanted nothing of what went on to go beyond the guardhouse unless one of the men did something drastically wrong.
As he suspected, the guards watched several hours of what could have been classic porn. The Burkett women had years of pent up need and they let it out that night, screaming with pleasure, triumph and joy.
Two days later, after another visit by James and Bryan, the Burkett girls moved into the Guesthouse.
Michael’s world was changing.

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A Tale of Teenage Lovers

CHAPTER 1—Basement Antics
“Mom I’m headed over to Nicole’s house” I shouted up the stairs.
“Alright. Her mom there?”
“yeah. We might be by to swim later if that’s ok.”
“Ok. make sure you are safe with just two of you here. I don’t want somebody to hit their head and go underwater. I’m going to leave to pick up your dad and head to the airport in a couple hours, so we’ll see you in a couple days.”
“alright. Bye!”
I closed the door behind me as I left and walked out to Nicole’s car where she waited. It was a hot, humid, July day. I was wearing khaki shorts and a loose fitting tee, but I still started sweating almost instantly as I left the house, despite the fact that it was only 11 am.
“Hey” I said as I walked up to Nicole and kissed her. At 5’9” she was just a little shorter than my 5’11” height, but she was slightly heavier than my 130 lb (not much of a feat, as I was always “a twig” as she put it), and she fit perfectly in my arms. Her dark blonde hair came down to her shoulders. She was wearing a loose weave polo and some of her favorite shorts, plaid, tight-fitting, mid-calf ones. She liked them because they were comfortable. I like them because they made her ass look great (not that it needed much help).
“hey” she “what did your mom say about swimming? It’s plenty hot enough”
“she said it’s fine. We still gonna go watch a movie before or did you bring your suit now?”
“Movie” she said as she climbed in and shut the door. I walked around as she put the car in gear and once I was in she backed out of the driveway.
The first few minutes of the drive were a little tense. We had been dating for just under a year, and would be heading to college in the fall, but we’d been stuck on third base for a while because of both our parents’ rules. We got away with some stuff, but we hadn’t had a chance to take the next step until now. But my parents were leaving for a business trip for a few days, and Nicole’s parents were taking her sister to a lacrosse tourney in Indianapolis, so they would also be gone for a day or two so both our families would be out of town for at least one day, and we had planned a big night, and we were both really nervous.
Finally, Nicole looked over at me at a red light. “you weren’t able to get them were you?”
“no. My mom insisted on going with me when I ran errands the past week. Kinda hard to get them with your mom in tow.”
“yeah. Well let’s stop up here at the dollar pharmacy”
“alright,” I looked right at her now. “sorry, not much I could do about it. What, am I supposed to ‘hey mom, I need to go buy condoms, so don’t come with me this time’?”
“I know. Don’t worry about it.” She pulled into the parking lot and parked. “go.”
5 minutes later we were back on the way to her house, the tension in the car a little less prevalent. When we got there, we stowed the bag from the pharmacy below the seat and wandered in. After grabbing some cups of water we wandered down to the basement to watch a movie. An hour later her mom called down that she was leaving to run some errands with Nicole’s sister Cara.
As we unpaused the movie, I whispered into Nicole’s ear.
“you’re really edgy.”
“what?”
“edgy. On edge. Nervous.”
“oh. Well I think I got reason to. Can’t stop thinking about tonight.”
“can I take you mind off it?”
I gave her a sly grin, and she looked back at me “my mom’s only gonna be gone like 20 minutes. And Cara will come right down here when they get back.”
“then we’ll have to be quick,” I whispered as I kissed her. I then ran my left arm from her shoulder up and down her arm, before dropping it onto her back and replacing it with my other arm.
As we broke the kiss she looked at me lustfully, “damn you’re good.” She said as she grabbed me and leaned sideways into a laying position on the couch, pulling me down behind her into a kind of spooning position with her laying partially on her back and me mostly beside her. I leaned down and kissed her again, letting my right hand wander across her stomach and side. My left was pinned under her and I slowly worked it out while we kissed. About the time that I started kissing up her jawline to her ear I got my left hand out from under her and started caressing her right arm, which was wrapped up around my head, playing with my brown, curly hair.
As I started to kiss and suck on her earlobe I gently brushed my hand up the side of her firm but soft 38D breasts ever so slightly, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. I then traced my hand across her chest and brought my other hand down from its entwinement with her hand to the hem of her shirt and stroked her bare stomach. By this time, I had kissed back down her jaw and up the other side to her other ear, where I hesitated just long enough to get a moan of complaint that I had stopped, and then I dove in at her earlobe.
“You’d better skip a few steps, or I might explode”
I pulled back slightly and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, which were shining brilliantly. “oh, yeah?”
“yeah, hurry up and help me get these off” she said as she reached down to undo the snap on her shorts. I reached down and grabbed the side of her shorts and slid them down, and realized why she was so worked up.
“You’re a naughty girl. No wonder you’re so worked up.”
She just gave me a lusty look and pulled me down towards her. I eagerly planted a kiss on her nice mound, but then forced myself to kiss around it until she grabbed my head and forced me to stay on her pussy. Once she did I went to town licking and sucking, the way that I knew got her really going. As she neared her peak, I latched onto her clit with my tongue and gave it a good sucking. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her harder as her body tensed and her intoxicating aroma got stronger. Then all too soon, she pulled me up away from her womanhood and kissed me.
“Thanks. You’re getting really good at that.”
“I’m always up for some more practice,” I slyly whispered, “feel better?”
“yeah, but we better straighten up. Sorry, I’ll have to repay the favor later.”
We sat up together (with some effort) and straightened up the couch a bit. Nicole put her shorts back on and sat down next to me, then reached over and grabbed her phone off the end table. She opened up a text and read it. She quickly replied, then flipped it shut and put it back on the end table.
“Guess what? Some idiot ran into the side of a bus blocking the intersection at Main and River. Nobody got hurt, but it clogged up traffic really bad and my mom’s not even at the grocery yet. We’ve got at least another 20 minutes,” she gave me a kiss, then whispered into my ear, “What do you say we calm you down a bit?”

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