Adult Story

In our last chapter, the main events were the family gathered for the birth of Amanda and MJ, and the joyous reunion of Misty with her father Carl. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, after a threat to Daniel, their attempted precautions led to the school board deciding they needed precautions of their own. At the end of the school year, JJ will no longer be the self-defense instructor. He only hopes he can convince the school board to continue the classes. Something he promised the student body at the prom, and if JJ is one thing, he is a man who lives by his promises.
The other joyous thing that happened, Kathryn and JJ released from their medical celibacy, Kathryn’s Doctor on the day of the prom gave her patient permission to resume their marital affairs. Kathryn had prepared a surprise for JJ that did not work out quite so well. Instead of them getting to stay together until noon, Misty and Marshall interrupted the couple early. We now continue as JJ joins his best friend in the kitchen.
The Ten of Them: Chapter 29
Is then that I notice it is actually light out and it must be seven in the morning if not later. I find Marshall in the kitchen with his head in the refrigerator. Marshall usually eats if he is a little nervous. I call out to Marshall. He stands up so fast; he does not clear the door and bumps his head. I do my best to suppress my laughter. I know my best friend is very nervous when he behaves like this.
Marshall rubs the back of his head. His face is a little red as he turns to me. I control the urge to put him on the spot; he is doing that well enough on his own. Marshall thinks I might be angry, but he could not control what Kathryn did.
I say, “We had a little bit of a surprise this morning. I do not think Kathryn was expecting anyone but Misty.”
Marshall says, “I am not sure what she was expecting, but oh my, I was not expecting that.” He looks into my face and he tells me something that he has never told me before. “Back in our freshman year when we first met, I found out you were dating Kathryn. I had known Kathryn for a while through Coach Edwards; to me she was a child, a skinny little thing, all knees and elbows. You were a freshman, and had to be one of the hottest boys our high school ever saw, half the girls in school walked around with wet panties daydreaming about you. I thought you were crazy not to take advantage of that. I could not see why you were infatuated with Kathryn, but man, you are a genius! She looks like a Playboy model. You are a lucky man!” Marshall begins to laugh thinking of the irony.
I finally did not suppress my laughter and I laugh along with my best friend. I just wish I could have seen his face when he saw Kathryn. I am not sure if I would have been jealous or not, but I trust my wife. My best friend, he is only human like the rest of us. I know how he feels, dammit I felt the same way yesterday.
Marshall looks at me and says, “JJ you are a damn lucky man, but why was Kathryn nude?”
I feel for him because I can since that he has not been able to enjoy what I did last night. I almost do not want to tell him, but Marshall and I have always been as honest with each other as we could. I say, “Kathryn’s Doctor cleared her to resume our normal activities. After we made love, we both passed out last night. Kathryn was leaking on my chest, and I had to run to the bathroom or have a big mess to clean up. We were in the bathroom when the doorbell started ringing. Unfortunately, Kathryn’s robe was in the bedroom.”
Marshall grumbles mostly to himself, “Damn lucky, Kathryn Doctor cleared her yesterday.”
I point out to Marshall, “Doesn’t Misty have a Doctor’s appointment later this morning. I know Misty asked us to watch MJ, so it is not his appointment.”
Marshall brightens at the thought, he asks, “You really think that Misty’s Doctor will clear her too.”
Now in a serious voice I say, “I really hope so, after all she did give birth on the same day. However, everybody’s body is slightly different. It might be another week if she did not heal as quickly.”
Marshall confesses, “Beating off really does not help, I just want or more because of it. JJ I am so horny the crack of dawn is not safe. That is why I had to run.”
I feel for Marshall I was there less than twelve hours ago. I say to my best friend, “I know exactly what you mean. I was in love with Kathryn from her tenth birthday. We did not do anything for a very long time, but that did not stop me from wanting to. It has been five months for us too; I was exactly where you were yesterday. If the roles have been reversed I am sure I would be the one rubbing the back of his head.”
Marshall grins and says, you mean if you saw Misty walking down the hallway with a sway to her hips and tits, little drops of milk falling from them. You would just about blow a load in your pants too.”
Chuckling I say, “No, no just about. I probably would have.”
Now laughing along with me Marshall says, “I do not believe you, but it is nice to hear you say that.”
After we laugh for a couple minutes, I ask him if he wants to play a game of pool and he shakes his head no. Curiosity must have gotten to him because he makes the mistake of asking, “JJ I know this is really personal, but how is sex with a woman who is nursing?”
Jokingly I say, “Absolutely awesome, because sex is awesome. If I told you how it really went, you would be trying to hide a second stain.”
Marshall looks down at his lap before he says, “I do not have a stain.”
With a straight face I say, “You would have two if I told you how good it is.” I hold up two fingers, Marshall’s confusion only lasted a second.
Marshall laughing so hard he nearly falls over, once he stops he asks, “So on the ten scale it is?”
Not changing facial expressions I say, “Last night was a seventeen, but you have to not mind the taste of mother’s milk.”
Laughing extremely hard for a few moments, wiping a tear away Marshall says, “I think I have gotten over that. I have a confession. I did not spill Kathryn’s milk. I got it confused because it was a normal milk bottle.”
I am laughing as hard as Marshall is because I understand. I started to warn Kathryn about reusing glass milk bottles. I tell him, “I nearly did the same thing when Kathryn started using those bottles.”
Marshall gives me a pleading look again, he asks, “I know Kathryn needed expressed because she did not nurse Amanda yesterday evening. I have been your best friend for as long as I have known you. We are as close as any brothers that I know. I just need to know, what I want to do is not abnormal. I want to nurse and fuck my wife.”
I do not go into every detail, but I do tell Marshall about last night and it takes a little while because I have to pause to allow him to cool down several times. By this time, I know for sure Kathryn has finished nursing Amanda. I can feel the love and contentment from both of them, from this distance, I really do not get Kathryn’s thoughts but I still get a since of her stronger emotions.
Marshall finally shakes his head, he states, “I wish I had known about the bottles we were going to watch Amanda until ten. That way you two could had a little more fun.”
The elevator opens, and Misty steps out with a look on her face like the one I saw on Kathryn’s last night, Misty says, “Oh My God, your elevator smells like a dozen people had sex in it. If my doctor does not let me have sex after today, I am getting a different doctor.”
Marshall says, “It is a good thing I only used the stairs, if that elevator ride made you that horny.”
Misty bites her bottom lip and says, “Right now I almost want to forget the Doctor’s appointment, and just pull you back into that elevator for ten minutes.”
I laugh saying, “I was in the same predicament Marshall is in last night, ten minutes is enough for two sessions.”
Misty still biting her bottom lip says, “I know. Marshall is a bit quick on the trigger, but he recovers fast and takes his time on the second.”
Marshall chuckling says, “Honey it has been so long, it will probably be the third or fourth before I even slow down.”
Misty holding the same expression says, “Promises Marshall promises.”
Kathryn coming down the stairs, dressed thankfully, even after last night I would not be able to withstand the vision of her a second time this morning. I would really feel for Marshall, it was probably all he could do to retreat.
Mentally I tell my wife, (you should not torture a man like that. Poor Marshall has been without sex for months. A weaker man would have broken.)
Kathryn giggles aloud then she whispers to Misty. I could eavesdrop on my wife’s thoughts but eavesdropping is impolite, and telepathy takes a little mental push either to hear or to say. Without that mental push, a thought is like a whisper from across the room. Sure if I am touching Kathryn, it is like a whisper in my ear. The two of us are discovering all this as we go along. Most people do not think very loudly, the energy for your inner voice. I am beginning to believe telepathy is like when you think of a word or sentence for dictation, for it to work Kathryn and I have to put a little more energy and instead of saying the word or sentence thinking it louder.
Misty begins giggling at whatever Kathryn had whispered, after a moment Misty whisper something back. Kathryn again whispers back, Misty’s eyes get large, and suddenly her giggles fall silent. Then Kathryn asks in a normal voice, “JJ, do you think we can mark off the elevator?”
Thinking for a moment I say, “Living room yes, elevator no, you were in orgasm as we rode it up to the bedroom.”
Now it is Misty’s turn to roll with laughter, Marshall, Kathryn and I laugh along with her. Once we recovered a little Kathryn says, “Apparently women store it up too.”
Misty says, “If I have that much stored up, Marshall you are going to live up to those promises, probably twice over.”
Marshall smiles and ask, “Promise Misty?” Misty again bites her bottom lip and gives her head a shake. The look on Marshall’s face makes me wonder if he is making a stain. After five months and this conversation, I would not blame him if he had. However, his expression has the three of us laughing again, his expression changes to a smile and he begins to laugh as well.
Marshall and Misty excuse themselves. We know Marshall needs a cold shower to make it through the doctor’s appointment. It would not surprise me if Misty needs one too.
Smiling I ask my wife, “Where are the babies?”
Kathryn displays a sexy grin and says, “They are both asleep, Misty asked if I could take care of MJ through this evening. She wants me to try to give him formula. She brought it over in the diaper bag for him. The only problem she has is she does not produce enough milk for MJ.”
Stepping closer to me, Kathryn begins to rub my chest, “I think will have time while the baby sleep for a quickie.” Kathryn flashes me a mental image of herself, on the bed with her ass in the air face down and biting a pillow, as I am behind her giving her in orgasm. She asks, “Can you make that happen?”
With a smile I say, “I am pretty sure I can do that for you. Are you sure, you can hang onto the pillow? We do not want to wake the babies.”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You worry about your part, I will worry about not biting through the pillow.”
Kathryn and I run halfway up the stairs, and tiptoe the other half not wanting to wake the babies. We close our door, and I look at the sleeping babies cuddled together in Amanda’s crib. I know the two of them will be happy together, best friends until their sexual urges alters their relationship, them becoming lovers, then husband and wife. Then Marshall and I become father in-laws, grandparents to the same grandchildren, and best friends through it all.
Kathryn clears her throat, waggles her ass at me, I get a devilish idea and grabbed my camera from my desk, Kathryn’s eyes are wide until I turn to the crib, not wanting to use a flash I turn it off, and take a picture of the two babes as they sleep. Sitting the camera aside quickly, I strip almost in the two steps it takes me to get onto the bed. Kathryn grins at me, not wanting to disturb our children she thinks, (for a moment there, I thought you are going to take a picture of me.)
As I rub, my drooling cock up and down Kathryn’s labia ensuring that I bump her clit gently. Kathryn is as wet as she was last night. She grabs the pillow and moans into it, in her mind I hear her think, (stop teasing me I need it now.)
My mental reply, (yes my love, I need you too.) I find her opening and it is already grasping as I begin slowly pushing into her, halfway in, and Kathryn pushes back hard taking me all the way to her cervix.
Kathryn moans into the pillow, her mind screams, (fuck me now, hard and deep I want to cum fast.)
I pull out and push back and quickly, but not quick enough for Kathryn she pushes back meeting my thrust and speeding the rhythm. The rhythm is so fast I know I will not last very long, I feed my sensations into Kathryn and she immediately quivers.
Giving Kathryn my body’s pleasure connects our minds and our bodies. I can feel how my cock stretches her, how good that feels to her, how her G spot tingles, how her cervix needs to be bumped and rubbed. Now with each stroke I rotate my hips at the bottom, Kathryn’s pleasure nearly doubled. I almost come from feeling how good it feels for her. Less than a hundred strokes later Kathryn is screaming into the pillow, I pushed my energy into her G spot, and cervix each time I make contact.
Even though the rhythm is very fast I found that I could hold back wanting to heighten her pleasure. However, it has been a good five minutes and Kathryn has been in orgasm nearly three of that. By this time, sweat drops from our bodies, the sound of us slapping together encompasses the room, Kathryn is howling into the pillow that is doing an adequate job of muffling her.
I cannot hold back any longer and I give Kathryn all the sensations of me having my orgasm, Kathryn quivers falls forward thrusting into the mattress, I follow her not wanting to be pulled out. Even though her hips now are in the wrong position, I still managed to stay within my wife. I explode as we both thrust forward with each pulse I produce, Kathryn spurting with each of my spurts.
I am supporting my weight on my elbows, still wanting to linger inside my wife as her cunt milks the last of my cum from my cock, it twitches with each pulse Kathryn gives it. Kathryn’s breathing is hard and fast too, we have just took first place for the sprint in our sexual Olympics.
Once our breathing normalizes, I kiss her neck and shoulders, before I reluctantly pull away. Kathryn rolls so she can face me giggles and whispers. “So that is what it is like for a man to have sex. No wonder you love it. It is like my orgasms all at once, each spurt of your come feels like one of my orgasms.”
She reaches her hand up to my face, a devilish grin place a crossed her beautiful face. In her mind, she shows me a fantasy. Kathryn holds me tight as she lays on her back, we are in the missionary position with her legs wrapped around me, and her hands play across my back. We are making love slow and gently just feeling each other close. Whispering she asks, “Could you do that with me even when were old and gray?” Her mind again flashes an image much like the first, except her hair is white and mine very gray, our skin is covered in wrinkles and it looks like were in our eighties.
I kiss her and whispered her my answer, “I do not think they will ever be a day when I am actually tired of you. I do not think they will ever be a day when I do not want you more than I want to breathe, even when were older than that.”
Kathryn giggles, and whispers again, “Of course, you are right my husband.”
Moving over Kathryn, she throws her legs wide as I settle between them. This time we make love slower, with lots of passionate kissing, we do not need to cum it is just about filling completed, the sensation of each other so close, to enjoy the touch of the other. After about fifteen minutes, we realized that Amanda and MJ would probably wake in less than an hour. Kathryn pulls me back to our bathroom, in the shower she jumps into my arms and we finish our lovemaking session bringing each other to orgasm before we wash.
When we do not smell like sex, we can smell where and how strongly the house smells from our activities. The odors in the elevator nearly had Kathryn and I snatching our clothing off again, if it was not for the fact we were very sated from our activities so far this morning and last night.
We bring down the bed clothing, which smells so strongly Kathryn was biting her bottom lip again. In the laundry room I pull her close, and warn, “If were not careful will have those twins and nine months. I want to enjoy you for at least another year before we think of knocking you up again. I love our kids, I will love making them, but I want to practice a little while okay?”
Kathryn smiles into my face and says, “The Doctor says there is a minuscule chance of me getting pregnant for another month or so, but we took the precaution of using the injected birth control. I will have to go back every two months for another injection.”
I pull Kathryn back up into our bedroom, and we cuddle on our couch waiting for the laundry. We watch Amanda and MJ sleep; even at two months old, they seem to sleep more than anything else. As Grandpa Charles, Charles Sampson, says, “The more they sleep the faster they grow.”
I can tell Amanda is growing very fast right now. When she is awake, she seems to have a little better control of her arms, and her legs, I see her sucking on her toes, and marvel at how flexible she is. She is getting stronger too; she can set up with a little help, she can grab onto my fingers and hold on to them until she is setting up right. Although she is still unstable, her core muscles are getting stronger by the day.
Certain things about her personality are already developing. She does not like to wear yellow, when Kathryn dressed her into a yellow dress Amanda would cry, we knew she was not hungry or wet she just did not like the dress. Most every other color she seems to like, although she does prefer blue. I was trying to get a picture, of my three girls on Amanda’s one-month birthday. Sam wanted to wear her favorite yellow dress, and Kathryn wanted all the girls to match. Unfortunately, Amanda had other ideas, it took a while but we figured it out. Although in different colors, the three dresses were alike enough that the photo is one of my favorites of the girls so far.
Sam and Crystal love their sister, and if we would let them, they would try to take care of her all by themselves. However, it does not go to changing diapers, especially when it is stinky diapers as the girls call them. Other than that, the three sisters love to spend time together. It is fun watching Amanda get excited when she sees Sam or Crystal looking down at her. I am not certain if Amanda recognizes her sisters, or just realized they will pick her up. Amanda seems to be in someone’s arms more than in the crib, awake or asleep.
I knew if Mom would be here, Amanda would be in her arms. Mom was taking care of Amanda as much as she does Sam and Crystal. She spoils my three girls every chance she gets, as do Helen and Michael senior. Occasionally it is hard to keep track of where my children are, Helen and Michael senior will occasionally take them home with them. Feeding Sam and Crystal is not a problem for Helen, and she will take Kathryn’s milk from the fridge for Amanda.
Come home to find all three of my girls cuddled against Helen and their aunts along with Cindy, with Amanda in her arms in the Edwards living room. Alternatively, their Aunt Kara’s home would usually be the second-place I would check to find all the girls, along with her grandmother and aunts. Helen would smile up at me, but the four girls would be sound asleep.
Occasionally Michael senior and I would take the opportunity, to work on a project together. With us moving, we decided to hold off on the purchase of the horses, but we did finish the horse barn. The main thing we worked on together was a playbook to give to the new coach taking over for Michael senior. We will share with the new coach what we practiced with the football players he will have to work with. If the teams new coach, will use some of the same plays it may make it an easier transition for him and the team.
That will be our last act as educators, the transfer of the team and the playbook. Michael senior, coach Edwards was only six years short of reaching his thirty-year retirement with the school system. He said to me he would not miss some of the aspects of dealing with the Board of Education, and he really does not need the difference the six years will make in his retirement. What he will miss is working with the players, more than a few of his players have gone off to college, and at least six on into the pros.
I am thinking of all this, as the time I spend with Kathryn has to be the best part of my day. I realized one thing I have hated about being an educator is the time I spend away from Kathryn, and my girls. At least I will never have to do that again, I still can help with the charities, and the other activities around town.
Today is a Saturday, and Misty’s Doctor must be a little overworked having to work Saturdays, but her appointment could be the last for today. I guess it is common for a doctor to work half days on Saturday. That is why they usually take Wednesday or Thursday and Sundays off.
Only five weeks left for the school year from this Monday, a week long later than usual we had to make up for the snow days. That would take us into the end of June, I know attendance will be down during that last week June is a busy time for the few farmers in the area. Some vacations start during June, more than a few families will be away trying to enjoy time together.
Watching my three girls grow I can really understand, Sam and Crystal changed, more than just the physical in the time they have spent with us. I know they are stronger physically and emotionally they are more secure now. Both girls have not had a nightmare and quite a while. They have gotten into the habit of sleeping with Kathryn and I, it is not for the need for security now. They just enjoy being near us, and us being near them. I hear the girls running up the stairs. They dive over the couch and into our arms. For a pair of four-year-old girls they can be rough.
Actually, Sam will point out that she has four and three quarters, followed quickly by Crystal saying I am four and a half. At those ages, the fractions seem to be very important. My daughters do seem to change by the month, a little taller physically in a little more mature.
Cindy help support Kara as she catches up. Kara says, “I tried to tell them that you needed a couple more hours together but they insisted on coming almost as soon as they woke up.”
Kathryn petting on our girls, “You knew I was missing you, didn’t you my princesses?”
They bury their faces into Kathryn’s embrace and we hear a muffled Sam and Crystal say, “Yes Mommy. We missed you too.”
Kara giggles saying, “I half expected you two to be nude and entangled.”
Cindy giggles, “Like you and Daddy were last night?”
Kathryn giggles and Kara blushes heavily and says, “I guess I will have to make sure the bedroom door is locked from now on.” The three girls giggle followed by their mothers.
Sam says, “We know you guys love making funny noises. It is just something adults do. We really do not care, when we need to be with you.”
Kara and Kathryn both have shocked expressions, chuckling I ask, “You mean you would just lay down in bed and let us keep making those funny noises.”
Cindy, Sam and Crystal step away to whisper to each other, they giggle and whisper a little more. Then Sam asks, “Mommy, there is not anything wrong with you and Daddy making funny noises? If it is not wrong, why can’t we watch?”
Kara and Kathryn both nearly faint, I do not think it is a question they were ready for especially from a child not five years old yet. As I have always asserted Sam is a little more than her years. While my wife and sister recover, I do my best to explain. “First Sam is perfectly acceptable for a married couple to make love, funny noises when they are alone. Someone your age is not supposed to watch, it does happen occasionally that children see their parents making love. However, it is not something the parents normally allow. Most people would say is wrong for a parent to allow a child to watch them make love. Some people would be highly upset, and want to take you away if we let you watch.”
The three girls whisper back and forth although this time very seriously, Sam asks, “Nobody is going to take us away because we saw you and Mommy?”
I shake my head no and say, “We did not let you watch, it was an accident that you saw. That makes it different. Therefore, no one is going to take you away from us my Princess.”
With a giggle, Kara says, “Do not go around telling the entire world what you saw, some people still might not understand.”
Cindy says, “Yes Mommy.” Sam and Crystal shake their head yes without saying a word.
To ease the girls’ worries, I say, “We will not let anybody take you from our family. We love you too much to let that happen.”
The three girls hug me tightly and I get a course of I love you from them. Kathryn and Kara both have tears of joy at seeing how deeply I care for my girls. We go back to cuddling on the couch, Kathryn, Sam and Crystal cuddle to me, while Kara cuddles with Kathryn and Cindy. The feeling of joy pervades the room and that seems to draw family members like moths to a flame.
Mom is the first to arrive. She was simply hiding in her room while Kathryn and I had our fun. Her hands caresses our shoulders one on Kathryn’s and the other on my shoulder. Kathryn turned she gives her a warm smile welcoming and appreciating her presence. Karen, Helen and Michael senior arrive followed by Michelle, MC with Rosy, Joan, Johnny along with Janet wearing some of Joan’s clothing.
The elevator doors open, Alyssa is kissing George passionately, Anna and Allen giggle as they hold their noses. The children cannot escape fast enough from the elevator, but their parents reluctantly leave. I whisper to Kathryn, “We had better clean up that elevator or the family is going to be quite a bit larger shortly.” Kara giggles, overhearing.
A flushed Alyssa comments, “You two must have broken in the elevator last night.”
Kathryn and I burst out laughing, quickly followed by the rest of the family. Mom finally says, “JJ you had better get a mop before it causes something to happen.”
Alyssa bites her lip and says, “Come on George I think it is a little too late I cannot wait. Can you guys watch the kids?”
We end up sending the kids out to the playhouse, as we started Saturday brunch. Alyssa and George are in her old room, reliving their first encounter together. Janet bites her lip seductively as she looks at Johnny she asked, “Is everyone around here so liberal about sex?” There is more than a few giggles from the women.
I chuckle along for a moment and say, “To a point we are. We understand that a couple making love is a very normal and healthy part of their relationship. It helps couples become closer. To enjoy the comfort you find in your spouse’s arms is a true paradise. Anyone, who would deny that, really does not know love at all.”
Janet giggles and says, “I think I would like to look onto paradise.”
Uncle George and Alyssa had just returned Alyssa is running a brush through her hair; both have that afterglow you can only get from making love to one you truly love. Johnny lifts Janet from the floor carrying her back to the bedroom his parents just left. Janet is giggling merrily. Alyssa warns, “Johnny the sheets…”
Johnny cutting her off saying “are getting messier.” As they step around the corner and disappear from view.
There is more than a few laughs at Johnny’s comment. Mom points out saying, “I hope that young lady’s on birth control or the family just got larger by two.”
Alyssa’s eyes go wide hearing that. She gets the expression that Helen had eleven months ago. Joan asked, “Not ready to be a grandmother yet Mom?”
Not really thinking it through Alyssa says, “I am not done being a mother yet, I am not sure if I am ready to have a grandchild only two months younger than my own child.”
Joan understanding what her mother just said is slightly shocked before she wraps her mother into a hug giggling. George has a dumbfounded look stutters, “I am,, I am,,, I am going to be a dad! Again!”
Alyssa shakes her head yes, and George rushes to them hugging both Alyssa and Joan, he kisses Alyssa until Joan kisses him on the cheek. After Joan has his attention, he allows her to step back. He steps back in holding his wife tight to him. Alyssa says, “I was going to wait until I could tell the entire family, after I told you George. I was not feeling so good so I went to the doctor. I did not think I could still get pregnant but I am.”
George picks up Alyssa, spends her around a couple times and crashes into the couch landing in it as they both giggle. Alyssa still in George’s lap snuggles into her husband, and I think the two would start making love right there if it was not for the rest of us in the room and they had just finished less than ten minutes earlier.
We can hear Janet screaming, all the way from the bedroom Alyssa used to use when she still lived here. George chuckles, “It sounds like he is doing a great job for Janet. I had better watch out, or I will have to get the justice of peace out here to marry them. Since I adopted Johnny and Joan, I cannot marry them it is a conflict of interest.”
Joan throws her arms around George, looking into his face she says, “I love you Daddy.”
George says happily, “That made it worth everything.”
Carl and Sarah show up, just as MJ awakes, I hand him to Sarah who has a brilliant smile and then sticks her tongue out at her husband. Sarah says, “I am going to hold MJ all afternoon just like you do.”
Carl chuckles and playfully says, “It is about time you pay some attention to our grandson.”
Sarah looking at her husband coldly, but is just an act, says, “I finally get to hold him, just doing what you do. I swear JJ is the first to hand me the baby, I have been waiting almost two months to hold him.”
Sarah seeing her husband’s expression, bumps him with her hip says, “You know I was just playing, but I do not get to hold my grandson as much as I like. I know you always wanted a son. So the next best thing is a grandson.”
Carl chuckles, “I confess I would love to have a son too, but I would not give up my girl for anything.”
Sarah hears the commotion coming from one of the bedrooms, Carl looks amused and asks, “Did someone leave their speakers too loud or is that live.”
George answers, “That is my Son Johnny and his new girlfriend Janet. You know how young love is, we can try to deny or stop them only for them to hide it. That can be very dangerous, not too far from here; a young couple caught in a park. Six men beat the young man and raped his girlfriend. The trial just begun, but the couple’s life is ruined. The boy disfigured badly, and the girl is an emotional wreck.”
Carl gets a faraway look, and shakily he says, “Think God, that is not Misty and Marshall too.”
George looks at me warmly and says, “We should really think JJ too. He took them in, taught them how to trade stocks, if it was not for him our children could have been victims just like that other couple.”
Carl looks at me and says, “I am glad you were there to teach us a lesson, I wish I was as wise. I nearly lost Misty forever, because I did not do what a father should. Love first, counsel second, and accept your child for who they are. If I had done that…”
Misty overhearing cuts her father off, “You would had a new truck on Christmas.”
I look at Marshall and wonder why they are back so early, they only left a couple hours ago for the doctor’s appointment. Once I get a good look I can tell the Doctor had good news, Marshall is the most relaxed I seen him in the last five months. His hand plays on Misty shoulder, and Misty’s hand plays a crossed Marshall’s stomach as they stand side-by-side. They both have the afterglow.
Marshall asks, “What is for lunch I am starved.”
Joan walks up to Marshall and gives him a big hug, confusing Marshall for a moment. Joan steps back and says, “It is official, you are my brother, Dad has adopted Johnny and me.”
Misty and Marshall throw Joan into a big hug holding her close to them, Marshall says, “Dad only made official what our hearts it already done.”
Joan has tears of joy as she hugs her brother and sister-in-law. When she finally, steps back she informs the two, “Johnny wants Janet to marry him. They are back in Mom’s old bedroom. You know how young couples are.”
Misty tickles Marshall causing him to jump. Laughing Misty says, “Yeah I cannot get his hands off me unless he is hungry.”
Marshall teasing Misty says, “You are the one asked what do you want to do for lunch, because I worked an appetite up in you.”
Misty giggles, “You did satisfy one appetite as you created another, but I do not think the first is going to stay satisfied all afternoon.”
Sarah holds the baby who tries to nurse, she is giggling at his attempts as she walks to Misty. She hands Misty MJ giggling she says, “You better feed that boy, before he starves to death. He must take that after his Dad.”
Misty begins giggling almost uncontrollably. She finally gets herself under control and asks Kathryn where her diaper back is. The two go off, and they mix a bottle for MJ. MJ drinks the four ounces that they made, and is still nuzzling trying to get more milk from his mother. Misty finally makes another bottle He drinks another two ounces before he is satisfied.
Kathryn feeds Amanda as MJ reluctantly drinks from the bottle. My mind speaks to my wife. (See MJ does not like the taste of that stuff either.)
Kathryn begins giggling as she looks at MJ. Misty confused asks, “What is funny?”
Kathryn explains, “JJ believes that MJ is not enjoying the taste of the formula.”
Misty looks suspiciously between the two of us, she finally asks, “Have you two finally learned how to read each other’s minds?”
After a momentary mental discussion between Kathryn and me, we decide to share the fact that we can use telepathy with one of our best friends. Kathryn explains, “Yes, we have learned how to use telepathy. Misty you knew that JJ could stimulate my body with just a touch. Our connection has been getting stronger the more we work on it.”
Misty has a thousand questions, and Kathryn and I answered them truthfully. She even asked how we got started, I got Marshall and I showed them, a simple exercise that might trigger their ability to do the same. I warned that once they start eventually they would not be able to hold a secret from the other.
Misty giggles and says, “Marshall cannot keep a secret anyway.”
Chuckling Marshall says, “Nothing I want to keep secret from you anyway.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I even know when he has gas, and if I have to remind him to go excuse himself, the best part is I do not have to say that out loud embarrassing him.”
I stick my tongue out as I walked out onto our patio. Marshal follows me, and is a few feet away when I release my first fart. Marshall starts chuckling, and he fires a return shot in a few seconds. He says, “Apparently, milk gives us gas.”
I ask Marshall if he is confessing jokingly, “Are you saying you are a mother fucking milk drinker?”
Looking at me somewhat shocked for an instant until wide smile crosses his face. Marshall then says, “Just like my best friend.”
We both began to laugh, which causes us to both fart. Fortunately, our laughter covers the noise, but Kathryn informs Misty what Marshall and I call each other. It is a good thing MJ has finished eating, and now lies in the crib falling asleep. Misty covers her mouth, but she is laughing so hard she rolls onto the carpet.
Kathryn barely controls herself allowing Amanda to finish nursing, but she still is laughing heartily, both as our new club nicknamed the MFMD club begins. To be a member, you must be a father who drinks the milk your wife produces. This requires your wife’s participation, so your wife is automatically a member.
After Marshall and I release enough pressure, we rejoin our wives. We bring the two fully into our discussion, and they caution us, not to make this a national club. They do not want many people to know what we do in our bedrooms.
I tell my wife, Misty and Marshall, “It is just that, Marshall and I needed to know that we were not weird for wanting to make love to you and nurse. I was almost wondering if Kathryn was sensing my desire and then allowing me to act on it. It is actually somewhat nice to know it is more common.”
Marshall holding Misty says, “I love you, but I still needed to know what I wanted to do would not freak you out. I never want to do anything that would hurt our love.”
Misty laughs and then confesses, “Over the past couple months, when MJ would nurse it reminded me so much of you when we made love. I find myself turned on and wishing it was you. I thought I was a pervert, but I guess it is just because breasts are both used to feed the child and erogenous zones.”
Kathryn shakes her head yes smiles and says, “JJ loves to bring me to orgasm just playing with my tits. It is no wonder I am aroused as Amanda nursed. It makes my milk flow easier for her, if I relax and allow myself to enjoy the stimulation caused by her nursing.”
Misty asks, “Does Amanda ever give you an orgasm?”
It was all I could do to keep from chuckling because I knew but allowed Kathryn to answer. Before she says anything, she mentally scolds me, (that is right keep your mouth shut.) Kathryn says, “Almost all the time, just little ones and they always cause my milk to let down.”
Marshall and I get the sense we really do not need to be here for the rest of their conversation. Although they still hold to our hands tightly and we know, we are not going to be able to escape this very womanly conversation. Misty ask Kathryn, “You think if I let myself enjoy MJ nursing it would be easier for me to feed him.”
Kathryn says, “Misty have you noticed, when you have an orgasm even a small one you seem to produce more milk.”
Marshall and I chuckle until a cold look from our wives silences us. I state, “From my limited experience I would say yes. I wish to do further experimentation on that theory.”
This causes the other three to chuckle. Finally, Misty looks into Marshall’s eyes saying, “When lunch is over, we will go and experiment too.”
The look on Marshall’s face has the rest of us laughing again, and Marshall quickly joins in. Fortunately, we did not wake the sleeping babies and Mom calls us down to brunch. Marshall and Misty excuse themselves right after dessert, we did not see them again until eleven at night when they came to get MJ.
The rest of the weekend went by quickly, Kathryn and I did some additional experimentation, but she had to keep enough milk to feed Amanda.
Monday, I found out that Rachel had the petition ready. Coach Edwards had signed the one Rachel had handed for me to sign. Rachel informed me that most of the faculty declined signing. They feared for their jobs, they did not want to go against the Board of Education. By the end of the week, most of the students had signed, their parents, some of the former students from school, our local Sheriff, Ms. Clark and several community leaders not on the board had added their names to the petition.
Our local newspaper runs as front-page story about the petition. The reporter had asked, “What reason the school board has to dismiss me?” The Board of Education did not answer any of their questions. When they asked me, “I simply stated, “It was for the best of the students. Although nothing on my part had occurred to cause me to lose my position.”
I think the reporter was smart enough to derive a conclusion. After all, he was the one who reported about my wealth initially. If it had not been for us bringing the fact out during the hearing to grant Kathryn and me permission to wed, I think not many people in this County would ever know about my wealth. Fortunately, he was also wise enough, not to bring up the fact my wealth my play in his column again. After the story ran, the Board of Education agreed that the self-defense classes would continue, although with a different instructor one capable of giving belts. That satisfied the student body, and most everybody concerned, including myself.
The threats I mentioned that Daniel had received actually targeted Kara. Daniel did not want to make that open knowledge, so the children did not know. As the days and weeks past, Reese and Ron seem to spend as much time with Kara as they could. Daniel had asked the adults in the family if we could help. Daniel felt having the two former Rangers around made Kara safer. I am sure it certainly did, even Charles Sampson and his wife would watch over Kara if Ron and Reese were not available. Kara and Reese seem to bond, they both have a lot in common.
Ron and Reese’s house was completed, and Kara spent a lot of time there along with a lot of the family. Kara helping Reese ready her home for her parents and her baby. Kara a natural at interior decorating it seemed her skill was choosing the perfect furnishings for any room.
It was not until Reese’s mother and father were due, that we found out they adopted her when she was nearly ten years old. She had come to the state as an infant, and placed in a foster home. Reese had decided to do some digging now that she had the means. She had a lawyer petition the courts for all information about her birth parents, and the early records of her time in the system.
I knew my father had grown up in foster homes, which is actually, where he met Mom. She had lost my grandparents when she was sixteen and she met my father as they were in the same foster home.
As was our tradition at Saturday morning breakfast, we would allow anyone to discuss something important to him or her. Reese finally brought it up, what she was doing. She had asked Mom if she thought her mother would be upset at finding out that she was looking for her birth parents. Mom insured Reese that she should not be too upset, as long as she still knew that Reese loves her.
Reese confesses, “All I really want to do is find out why. I understand about some women not having the means to take care of their child. I do not even know anything about my birth mother, I do not know if she gave me up, or died. I have always wondered. It is not something that I thought I could ever afford to find out. That has changed, now that I can afford it I really want to know.”
Two weeks later, we have all the documentation and found out that Reese is parents died, that was the reason she was in the custody of the state. The amazing thing about it was that Reese have an older brother. He was in the system too, and her lawyer had gotten the records. Her brother’s name is John Joseph Mayfield, and Mom heard that she passed out. It was surreal; she acted the same way the day I told her about my wealth. When she come to, she had a short story to tell us.
Mom begins, “Back when I was sixteen, I lost my parents and was placed in a foster home. That is where I met my Joseph, JJ’s father. We were both placed in the Meyer home, and Joseph had been there for most of his life. John Mayer became my foster father for the two years I lived at the home. When Joseph turned eighteen, the Meyers adopted him. Financially they needed the money the state granted for him, but once he was eighteen that ended. At that point, he took the name Meyer, no longer using his birth name of Mayfield. Reese am very sorry, but I am sure I am your sister-in-law. Joseph told me he had a little sister, the courts would not allow us any information on her. You would have been about eleven when Joseph started his search.”
Reese is shaking as she pulls my mother into a hug. It is only a few seconds before Reese begins to sob. Mom, Ron and I attempt to console her. It must be hard finding out you have a brother only to lose him in ninety-three seconds. That was way too quick to find out you have a brother, and he is dead. Reese actually cried for quite a long time, Sam and Crystal have tears and begin trying to comfort their Aunt Reese. Sam says, “It is okay Aunt Reese, you got us.”
Reese takes a ragged breath; leaning back just a little to look into my Mom’s face. Pleadingly Reese says, “I want to know everything about him. Please tell me about my brother.”
Mom smiles and says, “You want to know what your brother was like, simply look at his son. JJ looks just like he did, they act the same, and he is his father through and through.”
Reese’s reaction was a little bit more than what I expected. She rushes into me so fast that she knocks me over the arm of the couch and lands on top of me. She squeals, “Nephew.” Then she begin to kiss me, on my forehead and my cheeks all the time holding me down. The room feels with laughter at how Reese is treating her nephew. I cannot help myself, I am laughing as Reese plants kiss after kiss on my cheeks or forehead.
Ron is a little bit more practical about the whole situation and he suggest after everyone calms down a little, that we do DNA tests to determine if Reese and I are actually related. Ron insists, and we do have one done. It takes about two weeks and is 1 June Reese’s actual birthday when we get the results back. Reese opens the paperwork and looks through it, I cannot figure out exactly what her expression is saying. Reese finally says, “JJ there is only an 80% chance that you are my nephew by the test.”
I smile and say, “Aunt Reese when you add in that fact, with all the other information we have. The odds that I am not your nephew drops significantly, you have to remember Mom’s DNA accounts for half of mine. I would say without a shadow of a doubt that you are my aunt.”
Reese smiles and hugs me, “Your mother said you would say that, the test actually says there is only a 7% chance that you are not my nephew.”
I smile and shake Ron’s hand saying, “That makes you my Uncle Ron.”
Ron smiles and with the hand, he has a hold of, he pulls me into a hug then says, “I am damn lucky to have you as my nephew.”
Sam giggles and teases Ron by saying, “That is why I could not call you uncle, you are my Great Uncle Ron.” Ron’s face turns red, that starts Reese laughing and her laughter proves contagious.
Ron like Uncle George says, “I think I am a little too young to be called great uncle, and Reese definitely is too young to be called great aunt.”
Sam giggles still teasing she says, “I like great uncle, because it is great that you are my uncle.”
Ron Davis scoops her up, and Sam takes the opportunity before he can stop her gives him a kiss. After a moment Ron recovers from his shock, “I love you Sam. Now I do get to be part of your family for real.”
Reese hugs the two, and Sam takes the opportunity giving her great aunt a kiss too. In a happy tone Reese says, “I love you too Sam. It is great to have you as my niece.”
Crystal tugs on Ron’s leg and he lifts her into their embrace. She quickly gives a kiss to her uncle and aunt.
I cannot help but wonder what is bringing the family together, could it be my great-great-grandfather John J. Thurgood, or perhaps the spirit of my father. My father had wanted to reunite with his sister before his death. Maybe the universe granted that wish.
I know my own wish for a large family came true. First, I added the ten of them, the Edwards become my family as the love Kathryn and I have grew. Marshall become like a brother to me, although he is only my fourth cousin we are closer than many brothers are. Alyssa, the woman my father saved has become like an aunt, a sister to my Mom. George Thurgood, a wise uncle whose advice and counsel I trust. Michael senior, the Coach, Kathryn’s father, my father-in-law is like a second Dad to me. Helen my mother-in-law, like a sister to Mom, and is a second mother to me. Now my father’s lost sister, my Aunt Reese returned to us.
My two adopted daughters, along with Amanda make me a lucky father. My two adopted daughters Samantha and Crystal needed us, and apparently, the family needed them, they are the magnets that pulls the rest of us together.
Author notes: Before you professors, get all upset because the usage of two instead of too early in the story, be aware it is not a mistake. It is part of the joke and indicating that Marshall would have two stains. Although is not rather funny, but I figure the joke really is on those who have OCD about it. I really trying to say is we need to lighten up on a few things. Remember if it is not going to kill you, how serious is it? Is it worth raising your blood pressure over a misused word, especially since the story is free? The story contains 9393 words, and is not an English paper. I hope you can enjoy it even if it has a few errors, because life always has a few errors. If we can get over them, life will be more enjoyable. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it.

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The Ten of Them. Chapter 30

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

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A man goes from an obscure loser to a wealthy writer, and reaps more benefits than just money.

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The Best Christmas Ever

This was my entry for the recent CAW, so since its nearly over, I decided to post this on the story site. Hope you all enjoy.~ Comments and feedback are appreciated.
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Molly hated the holidays. To her, it always seemed the same. All the shops alike would divest themselves from the spooky to the lively overnight. Shelves, once decorated with grotesque faces, pumpkins, and a myriad of costumes would suddenly be sparkling with wreaths, plastic evergreen trees and that unmistakable jolly old geezer that young and old identified with alike, even though they all knew he wasn’t even real. As it started getting closer to the holidays, people would immediately rid themselves of their former gloomy selves and become more energetic, more cheerful, wishing someone a “Merry Christmas”, or sending out corny greeting cards they found in the local Hallmark store. Sighing for the hundredth time, she absentmindedly clicked away at vacation spots in the Caribbean, Aruba and the Dominican, wondering where she was going to vacation this time to get away from all this crap. She jumped slightly as a voice broke into her thoughts.
“You know, I hear that Aruba is beautiful during the Christmas season.”
“You scared the living daylights out of me Christopher!” She swatted at her co-worker next to her in his cubicle, his hazel eyes crinkling in humor and his smile easily charming her.
She had always liked Christopher ever since he had moved into the department a year and a half ago. He was average on Molly’s scale of men, but his dry sense of humor and wit and earned him her friendship and they had meshed together well during that period of time. She knew that he had charmed many of the other ladies, and interestingly enough, he hadn’t really gone out with any of them. He had told her that office romances never particularly did well when they ended. She had remembered nodding, understanding what he had meant.
“So, are you going to go away again for two weeks this year?” said Christopher, regarding her solemnly, folding his arms and leaning back in the office chair.
“I may. I’m not sure yet. My parents want me to come visit them in the country, and I’m not entirely sure I want to yet. I don’t particularly want to head to another place that has more snow…”
“How long has it been since you’ve seen your parents, Molly?”
Molly shrugged sheepishly. “5—6 years now?”
Christopher raised an eyebrow at her, “You mean to tell me, ever since you moved into this department, you haven’t seen your parents? You’ve been going away on vacation all this time?”
“Or made excuses not to come.” Molly shook her head, “You don’t particularly understand, Christopher. Ever since I’ve been out here on my own, my parents have expected me to bring back a man.”
Christopher chuckled at her. “And that’s a bad thing?”
Molly snorted. “Yes, especially since he supposed to be the—“ She changed her tone, “—the only who you can see living with you for the rest of your life! Or I hear: ‘Why haven’t you found a man yet Molly? You’re not getting any younger!’ So, in order to avoid all of that, I vacation on some island where I know no one.”
Christopher chuckled again. “And you think you are the only one who hears this spiel?”
Molly nodded, smirking, “In my own version yes, and besides, I doubt a man such as yourself has any issues in procuring that ‘perfect woman’.”
Christopher’s smile disappeared at that. And suddenly, he became serious. “It is not as easy as you think Molly.” With that, he lifted himself up and disappeared behind his cubicle. Molly sat there for a moment, ashamed and stunned she had made her inner feelings known.
‘Idiot.’ She thought to herself. As she scooted over in the chair and leaned over to apologize, their manager hollered at both of them.
“Molly! Christopher! Get in here for a moment will you? I need to discuss something with the both of you.”
Christopher looked over at Molly, raising an eyebrow and getting up. Molly pushed her reading glasses onto her forehead.
Molly fell into step with him and while she straightened her rumpled skirt, she spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s―okay. I get that a lot.”
“You get what a lot?”
“Women assuming that I’m taken.”
“Oh.” Molly wrinkled her nose, “So this means you’re not?”
“Not for many years now.”
“Oh, but you have a plethora―” she was cut off since she had walked into the office of their manager, Mr. Smthye. He looked at both of them for a moment and spared an extra glance at Molly, his dark blue eyes appreciating her slim form before him. She would have asked what he was staring at, if she didn’t know his temper so well.
“There’s a new project in the department and I would like you two to work on it and present it to the executives. This project consists of creating a new marketing scheme to target a larger audience. The executives wanted my best two people on this project, so I’m picking you two to do head up this deal. We only have four weeks to get this done, which leaves you two plenty of time to think about what you’re going to plan to do. Do you hear me?! Four weeks and that’s it! So whatever magical ideas you got in those heads of yours, pull them out. The files are here.” He shoved two manila envelopes at them, glowering at them as they took them and turned to depart.
“By the way you two,” Molly and Christopher turned to face him and nearly knocked heads in the process, “your salaries also depend on how well you do.”
Nodding, Molly and Christopher turned to leave, Christopher letting Molly out first and shutting the door behind him. Molly breathed a sigh, silently thanking Christopher for his foresight. She wouldn’t have to feel that man’s stare as she walked away. Opening the folder, pulling her reading glasses down again and flipping through the files, she saw that they had a lot of work to accomplish in four weeks. The executives wanted four ads in total directed at pre-teens, teens, young adults and adults encouraging them to purchase their products. However, they wanted something completely original to astound them with, get them talking about the product first and then when they revealed the merchandise, have a large amount of people buy it. On top of that, they wanted something subtle which would grab their attention but yet not overdo it and turn them off from purchasing the product. Molly’s mind began turning over the possibilities as she maneuvered to her desk and plopped herself down into the chair.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what Christopher?” Molly replied absent-mindedly, focusing on the task at hand.
“Dodge and read through a quarter of a manila folder from Mr. Smthye’s office to your desk?”
“Easy I suppose?”
“I don’t think dodging an entire office full of people is easy, especially since they are all moving in entirely different directions.”
Molly shrugged, sparing him a glance for a moment. “I just know where to go I suppose?”
Christopher shook his head. “You surprise me at how modest you made that sound.”
She smiled, “I think we are going to need to use one of the meeting rooms tomorrow.”
“For?”
“Have you glanced in that folder yet?” She spared him a glance again and watched as he began skimming, his puzzled look slowly disappearing as understanding took its place.
“They want four ads in four weeks? This is madness.”
“Oh, of course it’s madness, but I think it’s doable. I’m probably going to take this home tonight to work on it, considering that it’s almost quitting time at this point.
“I guess now would be a good time to start packing?” Christopher replied.
Molly laughed, “Yes Christopher, it would.”
Molly wished him a good night as they headed their separate ways.
Driving home, Molly lightly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel while her music floated all around her. She softly sang with the music while she sat in the rush hour traffic, rolling her eyes at the constant congestion that always appeared at this hour. Muttering under her breath about how much she hated driving at this hour, she released her foot off the brake and then her phone rang. Tapping the screen, she turned down her music as a familiar voice was amplified through her speakers.
“Hey pretty lady.”
“Hey yourself,” Molly smiled warmly. “How are you Miss Nix?”
Molly heard a snort from her phone. “Just fine and dandy Miss Molly. So explain to me why I haven’t seen you in about two weeks?”
Molly cringed. “You may not see me for another four more my dear.”
“And for Heaven’s sake why not?” Nix replied annoyed.
“Christopher and I just picked up a huge marketing project.”
“How big are we talking here lovely?”
“Big enough to influence both our salaries.”
Molly heard Nix whistle, “Well then, perhaps I should recant my earlier statement. I think I can hold off for another four weeks if that is what is going down. You could certainly use the raise, after all the hard work you’ve put into that company! Hell! You’re partially the reason they are on the map!”
Molly smiled at her praise, “Now, now Nix. Don’t be raising my small ego now. I helped them develop their ads to put them on the map, but in turn, where else would I get nearly three weeks off every year? Usually you have to work your way up to that vacation time, and within a year, I obtained the leave to do so.”
“Still Molly, three weeks of vacation time doesn’t always equal out to more pay. Speaking of which, are you going away this year again?”
Molly shrugged, “I might. My folks want me to visit, and Christopher—”
“Christopher? How is that hunk of a man?”
Molly snorted, “Oh Nix, let me finish. And he’s just fine thank you for asking and yes, he still sits beside me. As I was saying, he made me feel kinda bad about it all. I may end up going.”
“And forsake your island cruises, the luxury of white sand and blue see through ocean, good looking men with the perfect tan and perfect teeth? Is the Molly I know planning to give up all of this?” Molly shook her head in laughter, “Nix! I did say I may I didn’t say I had made up my mind as of yet, considering I don’t want to stay in this cold country. So we’ll see. Anyways, I’d better go, looks like traffic is starting to finally move again and I need to stop off at the local office supplies shop. I’ll call you later?”
Molly heard Nix snort, “No, I’ll call you. You seem to forget that you have people around you when you’re working hard.”
Molly smiled, knowing it was true. “Fine, fine, you got me there.”
“Good.” Nix blew her a kiss through the phone, “Love you Molly.”
“Love you too Nix, bye!”
“Bye!”
Call disconnected. Return to music Y/N?
Molly pressed the button and music filled her ears again.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
The shrill noise of her alarm clock awoke Molly immediately. Glaring at the clock she realized that it was an hour earlier than when she usually awoke. But, she had promised herself that she was going to get to the office early and so, begrudgingly, she pulled her body out of the cocoon of her warm bed and shivered as she sat up, her nipples hardening under her nightgown as they touched the cold air. Giving another involuntary shiver, she pressed the button to turn off her alarm clock and turned her legs from under the bed covers and slipped them into her cold fuzzy slippers. Yawning, she got up and stretched, hearing some cracks in some places. Rubbing her eyes, she greeted the dawn by opening the curtains of her windows and a soft meow made her look down. Her Persian, Mika, curled between her legs and demanded attention from its owner, Molly picked her up and nuzzled her fur.
“Good morning Mika.”
Mika purred, letting out a meow of pleasure at being noticed.
“Let me get myself together and then we’ll have breakfast mhm?”
Molly put the cat down and it softly padded out of the room. Molly walked into her bathroom and turned on the light, closing the door behind her. Turning to her wall that housed her compact player, she pressed the on button and then the play button. Ella floated out to Molly’s ears, her voice making Molly smile. Stripping down, she glanced at herself in the mirror, and didn’t really bother staring much. She knew what she had… C cup breasts, a slightly rounded stomach, wide hips, shapely thighs and not nearly enough muscle tone to constitute being fit. Sighing, she turned on the water faucet and sang softly along with Ella as the water warmed. Tying up her hair, she stepped in and pulled the knob to redirect the water to the shower head. Hot water caressed Molly’s body and she began lathering up the soap to use it on her skin. When she was done, she grabbed the towel and stepped out, grinning at the feeling of her nice clean skin.
Twenty minutes later, she had brushed her teeth, and gotten half way dressed, with her hair still somewhat damp and pulled out breakfast for Mika as she set the kettle to boil. Another thirty minutes later Molly was driving into work, lugging her papers and all her associated files that she needed. She had ensured that she had booked the meeting room for the next four weeks and made sure she could lock the room when necessary. She didn’t need any unnecessary eyes snooping around on her work. Her heels clacked on the linoleum floor loudly as she moved down the hall into the carpeted meeting room. Opening the door, she smiled and began setting up.
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Molly felt a hand at her back and shivered and nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Whoa! Molly!”
Molly whirled, her eyes wide, her hand on her chest and her heart racing, “Christopher!” She yelled, “The hell do you think you’re doing scaring me like that!”
Christopher looked at her sheepishly, holding up a cup in front of her. “I’m terribly sorry Moll, I just wanted to give you this…”
Molly let go a large sigh. ‘I can never stay mad at him.’ She took the proffered cup from him.
Cupping his face gently, she pecked his cheek, and she could have sworn he had shivered slightly at the contact.
“Thank you, I appreciate the thought.”
He flashed a wry grin at her, “So all is forgiven then?”
“For the moment. And if you plan to stay forgiven, you’d better give me a hand here, sir.”
She heard Christopher whistle behind her as she turned around.
“What is all of this, Moll?”
“This,” Molly waved her hands at the complicated brain storm that she had been working on for a couple of hours yesterday evening, “are my ideas for the very first commercial we need to make. Hopefully you can follow my stream of consciousness?”
She felt Christopher walk past her and pick up a red dry erase marker and began adding his own notes.
“Already have an idea Moll,” He turned to grin at her and she grinned back, excited about all of this.
—
Molly sagged against the door frame. It had been a grueling four weeks and the last three hours of presenting all this work had finally exhausted her energy. She breathed in deeply, feeling how tense she had been for so long and still was at this point. The executives had told them that they had made an excellent presentation, but whether or not they were actually going to use their work was still very much up in the air.
“Moll?”
She turned to face her partner in crime, his worry evident in his features. She smiled, leaned off the door frame and patted him affectionately. They had become much, much closer these past four weeks. Molly couldn’t count the hours, but she could certainly count the occasions that they had dined, chatted, argued, had heated moments and the occasional touch or brush that would make Molly’s heart tremble. Those were the moments that had increasingly occurred, much to her surprise, and it was those moments most of all she enjoyed. He brought her back to reality by gently cupping her face.
“Moll, are you alright?”
Molly nodded, and stepped back, but as fate would have it, she stumbled. Strong arms embraced her and brought her dangerously closer than she had been in a while. She immediately felt her heart beat faster at the sudden contact.
“Christopher,” she breathed, and inhaled, taking in his musky cologne and the slight sour smell of his perspiration. He leaned in closer, nearly resting his forehead on hers.
“Moll, are you sure you’re alright?” She nodded watching his lips form the words of her name and she shivered, wanting to do something…
“YES!” She spoke a little too loudly, shattering the moment between the two of them. Molly’s heart constricted and she saw an emotion pass across Christopher’s face before it disappeared, buried with the usual smile on his face.
“Can you believe we’re actually done?”
“No, not really, it still feels as if we are still supposed to be working on something. By the way, what did Mr. Smythe want to talk to you about?”
“Nothing really. He offered me something, but I refused.”
“Oh.” Molly nodded, but her curiosity wasn’t so satisfied on the matter.
“So, can we go out to dinner? For the last time?”
Molly laughed, “For the last time? You’re making it sound as if I’m never going to see you again or something!”
Molly turned, and with a slight trepidation kissed Christopher full on the lips. He didn’t respond for a moment but it was enough so that Molly could easily pull away. His lips were slightly ajar as she pulled away and he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes that Molly could not interpret.
“And yes, I would love dinner. Does seven sound good to you?”
She watched with some slight amusement as Christopher raised his eyebrow at her.
‘He recovered from that quick.’ She thought.
“You’re not even telling me where? This is a surprise.”
She grinned at him, “Surprise me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Perhaps?” Turning, she sauntered off, excited at the prospect of tonight.
—
Molly had felt like a royal for the past six weeks. And for every Monday and Friday he had given her gifts corresponding to the 12 days of Christmas. Day one had been the pears and the stuffed partridge, the golden rings had been five of her favorite honey crullers, seven swans had been the tickets to see Swan Lake, and nine ladies had been the movie The Black Swan, while eleven pipers had been the Christmas orchestra he had taken her to. She was overwhelmed by the gifts. No one had ever treated her so and tonight, on Christmas Eve, she had invited him over to her place. She wanted to thank him properly for all that he had done for her.
She set everything up; grinning at her devious and delicious twists she had in store for him.
Christopher promptly knocked on Molly’s door to her flat, noting that this was the first time that he had ever been here. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, noting that there was a text message from Molly.
He clicked and opened the message.
‘The door is open, won’t you come inside?’
Surprised, he opened the door and a slight tremble ran through him.
The lights were all off, and on the ground were fragrant rose petals of red and white, while the soft aroma of vanilla tickled his nose from the lighted candles throughout the place, making a path to follow.
He called out, “Molly? Molly? Where? What is all of this?” Looking down, he noted there was a note scrawled in her writing on the ground waiting for him.
________________Hello Christopher,
I know you have a ton of questions, but for now…lock the door, take off your shoes and follow the lights.
Love, Moll
___________________
Christopher shook his head and did as she asked and the sight that greeted him at the end took his breath away. There stood Molly, lit up solely by candlelight in a lacy red and white three piece bra, panty and garters. The bra lifted her ample bosom and the cleavage made him lick his lips in anticipation. The shadows deepened within that curve of her breast, and he wanted to see more. The panties covered her front, not allowing him to see much since the light didn’t touch there, but he knew that it would be the pearl he sought. The light and the garters accented her legs, those beautiful, curvy legs that he would ensure would wrap around him in pleasure. She did a slow spin for him, tantalizing him and he felt his manhood stir at the sight of her delicious behind, his fingers aching to touch and caress it. She had him turning to a pile of mush and she knew it. She grinned, and a song began playing the background. His eyes widened at her choice in music, but it was entirely appropriate for the moment. He wanted, no, it was more like he needed her. She sauntered over to him, her hands on her rolling hips. Christopher’s breath hitched in his throat as she lazily purred in his ear and slowly grinded on him, her body weaving and winding down on him like a slippery eel. His manhood jumped at every touch of her skin against his clothing and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid his hands over her body, touching her breasts, nipples, stomach, sliding over her working legs to cup her bottom and squeeze. She gave him a satisfactory purr and stepped away from him, leaving him breathless and yearning for more. He hoped her eyes promised more, because all he wanted to do was make love. He stripped, watching her eyes roam over his form and stick to the tent in his boxers.
“Come here.” Christopher growled out, and she obeyed, her hips still swinging to the music in the background. His cock throbbed as she pressed against him and he turned her around and unhooked the bra first, letting it fall to the ground. He turned her again and marveled at her breasts. One was slightly smaller than the other he noticed, but he didn’t pay it much attention. Her nipples were dark in the shadows but her skin was smooth and flawless to him in the candle light. He massaged one while licking and sucking on the other. Her breaths became deeper and heavy, a mewl of pleasure escaped her lips at his attentions. He noted that her hands had risen into his hair, and she gripped it each time he paid attention to her nipples.
“You nipples are very sensitive, aren’t they?” He asked her, and all she did was nod. He grinned and pinched one while nipping at the other. She yelped slightly but it turned into a groan of pleasure as he continued.
“Stop!” she whispered, “Oh God, Christopher, please stop, you’re going to make me come if you continue doing that.”
Christopher grinned. “Well dear, let’s see how wet you are.” Grabbing her butt cheeks, they slowly made their way over to the bed, kissing each other deeply. Christopher laid her on the bed slowly, and admired the sight of her hair spread across the bed, her half-lidded eyes, her rising, bountiful chest and his next area of attack. Carefully, and slowly, he undid the garters and pulled her stockings off, and then took her panties off, admiring her carefully shaved pussy and legs. He slowly caressed and kissed her upper legs and Moll purred in delight, but then suddenly stopped him with her foot.
“Wait Christopher, stand up.” She slid farther up the bed and motioned him to follow. “I want to taste you.” He grinned and obliged, his manhood standing up proudly in the light as a dribble of pre-cum coated the top. He climbed on the bed and she moved him into a sixty-nine position. He groaned in appreciation as her tongue licked and swirled over the top of his sensitive head and her mouth engulfed him, drooling all over his engorged length. He hissed in pleasure as she dragged her teeth lightly on the underside of his length and his body tensed as he felt his balls begin to churn. It had been a long time since he felt a woman perform this intimate act for him. Not wanting to deny her pleasure, he smelled her scent of her sex, his fingers splitting her wide open for his viewing. He admired the dewy folds of her pussy lips and her clit poking out, daring him. He took the dare and licked her, feeling her immediately buck and tremble above him. He grinned widely and attacked, licking, sucking, swirling his tongue round and round, lapping up her love juices with relish. She tasted slightly musky and he enjoyed her flavor. He also loved hearing her cries, since they reverberated throughout his cock’s length and made him moan out her name in appreciation. But he wanted her to come first, and slid a finger inside her pussy, rubbing her walls while sucking on her clit. She spasmed above him, her legs straining and he felt her walls squeeze down on his finger while her love juices soaked his face and ran down to drip on his chest. He happily ate her while she let go of his cock with an audible pop and moaned out his name ever so sweetly. He watched her turn to face him, and the smile she gave him lit up his insides and made him want him to do it all over again. But first, he wanted her.
“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that…” She whispered to him huskily.
“Oh?” Christopher smiled back at her. “You see, I have a little friend here that could use some attention…” She smiled that melt your heart smile again, and turned around so that she and he were lined up.
“I think,” she started to tell him while rubbing her hot and now very wet pussy against his length, “I can fix that.”
She took him in slowly, and he arched into her, feeling her delicious walls spasm and squeeze. She closed her eyes until pubic bone met bone and then she began to ride him. Her breasts bounced excitedly as they meshed together, and he grabbed her behind and squeezed it, helping her raise and then come crashing back down. He watched as she arched up, knowing that his girth stretched her walls as much as her walls caressed his cock.
“You are so tight and so warm Moll,” he whispered to her, and she looked down on him and replied, “All I want is your hot come blasting my insides Christopher, you feel so good…” Christopher felt his balls churn again at hearing that, and he grinned at her. “As you wish…”
The only sounds between them were the wet sounds of flesh, their cries and moans for each other until Christopher reached the point where he could hold back no longer.
“Moll! I’m coming!”
And his first spurt blasted into her, and it continued as all of his pent up cum filled her insides and she came as well shortly after, wringing out all of his semen from him. Spent, she leaned over and slightly curled herself into the crook of his neck. Their bodies were slowly coming down from the high and Christopher felt his manhood shrivel and shrink, but he didn’t want to leave her velvet walls. She made no sound of protest, so he stayed as he was.
“I think this is the best Christmas I’ve ever spent at home,” Molly told him.
Christopher laughed. “Well, I’m glad I convinced you.”
End.

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

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