Chapter 85
Young love?

Ellen Michaels managed to contain her surprise when Jackie trailed into the house behind her son for the second time in two days. Terry immediately addressed the issue at hand, "Can Jackie stay to dinner, Mom?"

"Certainly," Ellen replied, "You two usually swap back and forth; I expected you to call about eating at Hardesty's. What happened?"

Jackie blushed. "Mama's visiting her rescuer." The statement left a lot of open questions, but Ellen knew that pressing for answers would be discouraged even without Terry's frown and warning shake of the head. Poker faced, she pulled another salmon filet out of the refrigerator.

Over dinner, however, the subject was raised again as Paul asked, "So, Jackie, what circumstances cause you to grace us with your presence this evening?"

Jackie looked up, "If I'm not welcome..."

"No, no, no!" Paul waved this away. "No insult intended, I assure you! I'm very happy to see you, and even happier for Terry! I was just attempting to start a conversation..."

"Um, apparently, Jackie's mother is visiting her rescuer from last night," Ellen murmured quietly.

"Who just happens to be Bobby McCormick's big brother Mike!" Terry burst out.

"Oh, my! Bobby has a big brother? He doesn't have his awful mouth, I hope!" Ellen exclaimed.

"Nooo... He seems to be quite nice - very quiet, though," Jackie hazarded, regaining some level of comfort in the conversation.

"Funny, I don't remember your mother having much use for men," Ellen observed. "She shocked us to death last night when she asked for Terry to stay over!"

"That was somewhat tactless!" Paul disparaged, with a raised brow directed toward his wife.

Ellen, uncharacteristically, wilted. Paul had reinforced his comment of the day before with a few other pinpricks, and Ellen was walking on eggs - without really knowing why.

"It's true, though," Jackie agreed ruefully, "We've all been bitten, recently, over Terry and I."

"Oddly enough, apparently something happened out there on the road," Terry added. "We saw it last night - Jackie's mom reacted quite differently to Mike - it was like she was seeking shelter with him!"

"Terry is partially at fault for this," Jackie related, "Momma is just getting used to him, and having to re-evaluate men in the process. Then Mike stepped in... Frankly, Momma's not that strong. She's so flaky because she's stressed all of the time. Where men are concerned - well, she's been dealing with that by avoidance, and for a looong time! I think Terry poked a hole in the dike, and somehow, out there on the road, Mike blew it wide open!"

Terry observed, "It's not a sexual thing," drawing looks from both of his parents, which he shrugged off. "It seems to be more a comfort and protection thing. Mike apparently was a real white knight at the accident scene. I think he got injured protecting Jennifer. Now it's like she's looking to him for comfort. It's kind of romantic..."

"It's also going to be tough on Mike!" Paul observed. "He's up on a pedestal from square one! There's only one way he can go - down!"

"Well," Jackie sighed, "we tried to pop her bubble last night - but I think Mike undid it by not maintaining any distance. She's at his place, now, and she wasn't very forthcoming about what she'd been doing when I called her on the phone..."

The couple in question were just sitting down to dinner under the watchful eyes of at least five other people, the largest gathering to occur around the McCormick table in quite some time. Denise, figuring that Helen might need help, had moved fairly quickly to get organized and travel to the McCormick's, although it took her fifteen minutes to complete her reluctant parting with Eddie on the steps. The discovery that Helen already had help left her mildly irritated, but she soon got over it in conversation with Bobby and Dina.

Mike had awakened at about 5:00, and Jennifer had chased him around solicitously as he got himself cleaned up and reorganized, much to Helen's amusement. When Big Al arrived home at 5:30, it was to a full house. Al moved to minimize the ruckus by providing instructions about where the various items of dishware could be found, and managed to get everyone to table by 6:00. As a result, it was over dinner that he caught up with his son's condition. "So, Mike, how do you feel?"

"Fine. Had a nap this afternoon - hospitals suck to sleep in," Mike replied blandly.

"They don't provide live blankets, either," Al observed with a smirk.

Both Mike and Jennifer colored. Mike replied, "Well, we were both tired. It's been a tough 24 hours for both of us."

Al snorted, "I don't know whether I expected more or less, but I didn't expect that anyone would find the pair of you asleep on the couch, fully dressed! Couldn't you find a bed?"

"We were necking, and just drifted off..." Mike mumbled.

"That's some exciting sex life you two have!" Bobby erupted to appreciative titters from Denise and Dina. "I don't know how I'll ever keep up!"

"We were working on romance," Jennifer announced frostily, "We aren't in any rush for sex!"

"Romance is apparently pretty boring - you slept right through it!" Bobby riposted.

"I'd prefer sleeping in Mike's arms to any number of..." Jennifer's hot reply petered out when she realized what she was saying, and she hid her face as the laughter flowed around her.

Mike reached under the table and took her hand, fortifying her somewhat, then announced, "We're going slow. Actually, I don't think we're much ahead of you guys in experience, despite our ages."

Helen took this up, "Come on now, Mike, didn't you tear a swath through the girls at your high school?"

"Uh, no, I guess I'm pretty invisible where women are concerned. I've never really had a girlfriend before..." was Mike's blushing reply.

"Then it's quite possible that that little monster over there is ahead of you!" Helen observed. Bobby preened himself, laughing.

Dina pushed the other end of the equation. "Well, Ms. Hardesty's a mother. Obviously, she has some experience!"

Jennifer kept her eyes on her plate as she replied, embarrassed, "Not that much, I'm afraid. I was sixteen when Jackie was born, and there was only one boy - maybe three times." She looked up, challenging, and started, "I haven't had sex since Jackie was conceived and it..." She stopped, blinked, and continued more quietly, "I was going to say it hasn't done me any harm, but maybe that's not exactly true..."

"So this is young love for those with arrested development!" Bobby hooted.

"Bobby!" Helen snapped, "Behave yourself, or I'll ask Dina to cut you off!" There was a loud "Ulp!" and Bobby's end of the table got very silent - except for the quiet snicker from Dina.

"Well, well!" Al observed, "One more weapon in the arsenal!" Eyeing Bobby, he grated, "Get used to it!" Bobby didn't ask what 'it' was, and several others assumed that he meant the withdrawal of sex as a motivator, but what Al REALLY meant was taking behavioral corrections from Helen. Oddly, the other person to realize the true nature of the comment was Dina, who only grinned more. Helen, assuming that Al's comment apparently signaled support despite the fact that she had obviously overstepped her lack of authority, said nothing more. Conversations broke into groups - Al and Helen, Mike and Jennifer, and the precocious trio of Bobby, Dina and Denise, and further attacks were avoided.

Tim and Dolores came downstairs, arm in arm, after an additional hour or so of necking in Dolores' room. Padma approached then at the foot of the stairs, but could not meet Tim's eye. "I apologize. I should not have intruded."

Tim went poker faced. "I'm getting used to it."

Dolores wheeled on him. "You'd better! We're a close-knit family, and I intend that you be right in the middle, Sugar!" Turning to Padma, she continued, "Mama, I appreciate your help, and I'm gonna need more!"

Padma, understanding the subtexts of the conversation, tried to defuse things. "I'll try to be less 'hands on' in the future..."

Dolores whirled to Tim and challenged him, "Is that really necessary?"

Tim, caught flat-footed, gaped for a moment, then thought furiously. It was a credit to his presence of mind that he managed to find an out that didn't insult anyone. "I'll defer to Mr. Brown's opinion on that."

Padma looked relieved. Dolores was furious for a moment, then smiled. "I'm gonna hold you to that!" Tim stood there, mute, wondering what he'd missed.

As they walked out to Tim's car, Dolores snuggled up to Tim. "Sugar, do you really plan to make an honest woman of me?"

Tim blinked. This was the second blind-side in five minutes! Well, at least he had an answer for this one... "Yes. You wanna think about dates? I figured I'd wait to bend the knee until I could afford a ring, but..."

"Don't be silly - I've already been bartered!"

Tim stopped, grasped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "No, you haven't. Officially, I haven't asked, and you haven't been obliged to answer. I made it very clear to your mother that you could throw me back if you wanted to! I'm gonna ask you for real. When I do, I'm gonna want an answer for real. Until then, your options are open!"

"Okay, so?" Dolores challenged.

"So what?" Confusion and irritation warred in Tim's voice.

"So ask me!"

"I got no ring!"

"Fuck the ring! Is that all that's holding you back?" Dolores' eyes spat fire.

"Yes, as a matter of fact!" Tim got down on one knee, cradled her clenched fists in his huge hands, looked into her eyes, and said, "So, will you marry me?"

Dolores stood stock still for a moment, then the fire went out of her. "Get up, silly - your knee is getting wet. Besides, I can't hug you properly from down there!"

Tim held his position. "And that means?"

"Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!" Dolores moved forward into his arms as he rose.

They were still celebrating on the lawn when Marcus pulled up. "What're ya doin'? Puttin' on a show?"

Tim laughed, "Well, I was going home - then suddenly we got engaged..."

"Don' see no ring..." Marcus observed, "Don' remember us havin' a talk."

"I sorta pinned him, Poppa," Dolores explained. "It was a thing of the moment."

"Daughter, if you got the thing from some kinda mind game, you're gonna regret it. It'll come up later, and you won't look good - even if it's only in his mind!" Marcus cautioned.

"Whoa, whoa, it wasn't like that! The route was a little strange, but I got there on my own! I was just holding off 'til I could get a ring. Dolores seemed to think she was bound by the agreement between her mother and I. By the time we got that straightened out, it seemed like the words were more important than the ring, so I went ahead."

"YOU'RE not bound by that agreement with Padma! You understand that?" Marcus asked, incredulous.

"I'm bound by the question I just asked - and I'm holdin' Dolores to her answer!" Tim replied.

"That's fine. An' you're right - the words are more important than a hunk of metal. I'm pleased Dolores knows this - mebbe I did somethin' right!" Marcus countered, pleased. "As for our talk - I passed on ya a while back!" He grinned, "Let's go inside an' have a beer!" He clapped Tim on the back and turned him back toward the door.

Padma was quickly brought up to speed, and the women started talking like magpies while Marcus handed out the brew. "Any guesses as to when?" he asked.

Tim shook his head. "No - I figure that's difficult, since I don't have a job, and haven't even STARTED college. Costs money to keep a woman happy..."

"Well, Dolores ain't what you call 'high maintenance', but you hafta eat, and you hafta live somewhere..." Marcus observed.

"... And right now I'm living at home and eating off Dad's dime. Not exactly self-sufficiency," Tim brooded.

"Well, don't rush things - Dolores will understand," Marcus placated.

"Not sure I will!" Tim replied. "I'm gettin' tired of getting in my car and leaving every evening!"

"Huh! Already? I had you figgered for more patience..." Marcus snickered.

"ME! I can barely keep her from flowing all over me like a coat of paint!" Tim yelped.

"Yeh. I noticed a certain determination in her a coupla days ago. Since there's no stoppin' her, why don' you just roll with the punch?" Marcus asked mildly.

"I got plans for Prom night."

"That works," Marcus nodded. "Keep puttin' your foot down - its good practice!"

"I guess. But she's slippery as an eel, and she's up to something that she hasn't told either of us!"

"Prob'ly wants to give her mother grandkids..." Marcus guessed. "She knows how much Padma wanted more of her own..."

"No way we can do that anytime soon - besides, it feels like something else. Dolores knows I won't rush into kids - I want to be able to feed 'em first. THEN I'll see what she looks like with a big round belly..." Tim declared.

"I 'member Padma glowed for eight months - then Dolores got too heavy to be fun anymore..." Marcus sighed, then went silent, belatedly realizing that the women had stopped talking and were watching them intently. "What?"

"Nothing." Dolores turned away pointedly and again engaged Padma in conversation. Padma, however, was watching the men over her shoulder - a fact that was not lost on either of them.

Tim murmured, "We're close - DAMN close!" Marcus nodded, watching the women. A moment later, "June 30th" popped up in conversation. Both men convulsed - that was six weeks away, maybe! "What was that?" Tim interjected.

"I think we should get married on June 30th!" Dolores announced.

"Baby, don't you think I should be able to feed you and put a roof over your head first?" Tim gasped.

"Minor details," Dolores waved them away. "Mama says we can have the apartment over the garage. We'll come up with a little rent and grocery money."

Tim and Marcus shared a look. "We've been outflanked!" Marcus announced.

"I didn't even see the ambush!" Tim laughed.

Dolores smiled like a cat. "I haven't sprung it yet! This is just the draw!"

The men shared another puzzled glance. "Mama," Dolores murmured, "you're up!"

Later, when they were again walking to Tim's car, Dolores decided it was time to let her man in on the plan. "Sugar," she confided, "I know you're confused over the rush." Tim nodded, silent, knowing Dolores was going to spill it, finally. "It's pretty simple, really. Mama's not getting any younger, and I want her to get at least a couple of kids in before menopause."

Tim blinked. "What's that got to do with me?"

"You're gonna sire 'em, Sugar!"

Tim stopped breathing, then: "I'M GONNA WHAT!!!!" he roared.

Dolores snuggled in close, and reiterated calmly, "You're gonna give Mama kids. I want you to be fully a member of the family first, then I want you to use that fire hose of yours to fill Mama full of spunk!"

"Baby, that would be extremely disrespectful to your Poppa!" Tim remonstrated.

"We're gonna fix that - Poppa will approve the whole thing - you'll see!" Dolores insisted.

"I don't see how! What does he get out of this deal?" Tim asked, nonplussed.

"Aside from a couple of kids?" Dolores grinned, "Me!" Tim stood there with his mouth open and a look of disbelief. "Sugar, we've talked about this. You said it was okay!"

"Yeah, well, - only if it's okay with your Mama and Poppa! I'm not sure either one of them is prepared to take this wild idea seriously!"

"Sugar, Mama is falling into line. That mouthful of cum I passed her this afternoon was a big inducement. And she wants kids, bad! Draining your cock is a LOT better than any old fertility clinic - especially once you're family! And once Mama is on board, she'll help with Poppa! It's gonna work - and it's gonna be a LOT of fun, for everybody!" Dolores hoped her enthusiasm was infectious.

Tim was still shocky. "Baby, the kids will be a lot whiter than your poor Pop!" he pointed out, dismayed. Under cover of the comment, his mind was whirling. 'Can I do this?' he wondered. That afternoon had pretty well proven that he was capable of having sex with Padma - but he wasn't sure he was proud of the fact!

"I know this is a lot, Sugar. You're not too upset with me, are you? You don't want to," she choked back a sob, "call off the wedding, or anything?" Her big brown eyes turned mournful.

"Uh..." Tim stopped and assessed things. What Dolores was proposing was certainly morally wrong, and probably illegal - but who did it hurt? And morals were slippery things. There seemed to be two versions - the least common denominator 'general' version, that seemed to be dictated by intolerance, and his own 'personal' version, which, like everyone else's 'personal' version that he was aware of, was a variant on 'do unto others...'. Besides, what did this hare-brained scheme have to do with whether he loved Dolores or not? "No, Baby, I'm not prepared to toss out the baby with the bath water. But I'm not gonna do any of this until I hear loud and clear that it's okay from your Mom and Pop. And I won't help you with the setup, either."

Dolores pouted a bit, but left it alone. She really didn't NEED Tim's active participation until everything was in place, and he'd already agreed to do that... "Okay, Sugar, I won't bother you with this thing unless I can pull it off. But if I do, you give Mama a good time, hear?" She grinned.

Tim grinned back - it was infectious. "Okay, Baby - if and when. I need to go home and tell my folks I've managed to get myself engaged!" He kissed her quickly, gave her a final squeeze, hopped in his car, and was gone.

After dinner at the McCormick's the couples split up, seeking privacy. The 'cripples' were encouraged to retire to Mike's room, "where Mike can watch TV in comfort" as Al put it. Al and Helen retired to the master suite, for similar 'peace and quiet'. Bobby, on the other hand, was loudly encouraged to keep things EXTREMELY public, and effort to be assisted by saddling him with Denise. "Dina's a sophomore, fer chrissakes!" Al howled. Helen just grinned and shrugged as they went out of sight.

The three of them conversed and watched TV for a while, but Dina started teasing Bobby relentlessly, knowing that there was little he could do about it. She started rubbing herself against him and grabbing his cock through his jeans, driving him mad with frustration. Denise got into the spirit of things, making comments like, "Hey, what're you doing over there, Bobby? Didn't your dad say to behave yourself? Is that a boner? I can't BELIEVE you're all over Dina like that, with me sitting right here!"

Finally, Bobby whined, "Denise, puh-leez, call Eddie and get him over here so I can deal with this little prick tease without worrying about watching my back!"

"Little! Prick tease! And how EXACTLY are you going to 'deal' with me?" Dina wanted to know.

"Little - as in petite. That hand on my cock qualifies you as a prick tease, until and unless you do anything about it. And I don't know, EXACTLY. I'm gonna have to wing it, but I imagine it'll involve some tongue work!"

"Oh, quick, Neesy, call Eddie!" Dina squealed, "Did you know that Bobby's tongue has a big, hairy wart on the end? It's heavenly!"

"IT DOES NOT!" Bobby howled, offended. Both girls broke up with laughter.

"Maybe not," Dina chuckled, "but if you're gonna offer me a ride on your nonexistent moustache, I'm gonna take it!"

Denise fished out her cell and called Eddie, but came up frowning. "Eddie says he can't come over. There's some uproar going on over Tim and Dolores... getting married?" Expressions of shock were general, at that point.

Meanwhile, in Mike's room, Mike and Jennifer were - watching TV! Mike was stretched out on the bed with his back to the headboard, and Jennifer was snuggled into his right side. How much REAL TV viewing was going on was questionable; Mike was focused on the pleasant, soft feel of the woman pressed against his right side, and Jennifer was luxuriating in the feel of a strong arm wrapped around her. Add a substantial amount of deep kissing, and, well, you get the picture.

Mike was twisting his right hand to the point of being double-jointed in an attempt to maximize coverage for the caresses he was giving Jennifer's right side with it. When he had her side, right thigh, and a bit of her ass mapped without significant complaint, he brought his left hand into play. Jennifer snuggled in to facilitate the switch, but it became evident to Mike within milliseconds that breasts were a prime target from that angle - in fact, they were difficult to miss, despite their modest size! Mike worked at her belly, then the inside of her left thigh, which produced an interesting wriggle and an undefined "Ummm..." from Jennifer that caused him to retreat while he gathered courage. Given the twitch and his inability to evaluate the sound, Mike switched back to his right hand for a moment. This could have been his undoing, because Jennifer's switch of positions had granted him access to much more of her ass than previous efforts had obtained. Jennifer gave an audible gasp as his hand swept across the new territory, so he hurriedly adjusted it's location to her hip. After a frozen moment, she settled down again.

Seen from Jennifer's side, this whole action went from comfort to something more. Mike was being very careful, but she was getting...well, she couldn't put a finger on it - tense? Where did these butterflies come from? The caresses felt wonderful, the occasional gentle sweep across her ass cheek even better, and the action on her left thigh left a tingle - but it also set off alarm bells! The broad sweep across her ass moments later felt wonderful, but scared her to death! Why was she having a fit over something that felt so nice?

Mike waited a moment and reached out again with his left hand to stroke her side, working downward, then up to her armpit. Then, in a calculated move, he withdrew his hand, "accidentally" brushing the outside surface of her brassiere-covered breast. Pins and needles washed over Jennifer as gooseflesh erupted through two layers of fabric. "Mike, I don't..." she began as she rotated her left shoulder to break his contact - but instead dragged his palm across her erect nipple! Her eyes widened and her nostrils dilated, and she grabbed the offending wrist in both hands. Mike flinched, knowing she was going to have a fit, the pre-prepared, "Oops! Sorry..." leaking from his lips. He attempted to retrieve his hand, but Jennifer had it in a death grip, so he relaxed his arm. Jennifer said nothing, her wide eyes staring into his, as Mike's hand, guided by her grip settled gently back upon her right breast.

For the shockwave generated when his palm dragged across her nipple had killed Jennifer's knee-jerk reaction stone cold! Her nipple seemed to be directly attached to her clitoris, and the action caused every nerve ending in Jennifer's vagina to go from dormancy to tingling life in a microsecond. With it Jennifer's self-imposed blindness ended, and she realized that her "tension" was pure sexual arousal! Sixteen years of self-denial were stripped away, and Jennifer awoke to a ravening hunger for sexual gratification!

Mike felt the soft mound under his hand, held his breath, and squeezed gently. Jennifer let out a whimper that caused him to again try to retrieve his hand, but her grip didn't loosen - in fact, she pressed it to the firm mound even more forcefully!

Mike, getting reasonably clear signals, began to knead the firm mound. Jennifer luxuriated in the sensation for a moment, then decided it wasn't enough. Satisfied that his hand wasn't going anywhere, she released it and began tearing at the buttons of her blouse. Once they were undone, a quick snap of the front closure of her bra set her up to gently remove his hand from outside and slide it through the opening to the soft flesh inside. As he took possession of the firm mound and began to roll the nipple between his fingers, she threw herself against him and crushed her open, demanding mouth to his.

Mike was thrilled to death! He'd been afraid that Jennifer would be hung up and difficult to arouse and that their relationship was going to be nurturing, but platonic - then she'd practically forced a breast into his hand! He released her lips and began kissing her throat and neck, and in a moment Jennifer was ripping at her cuff buttons in an effort to get her blouse off and grant him unrestricted access to her breasts!

Jennifer was in heaven! Every manipulation of her nipple slid across nerve pathways to be reflected in a sensation inside the folds of her vagina. In the shame of her pregnancy, she had deliberately forgotten the joy of the sexual encounters that had caused it, locking away that part of herself that recognized and enjoyed sensuality. Now, it all came rolling back, and threatened to overwhelm her! When Mike's lips touched her flesh, she crushed his head to her breast, trying to feed him the whole thing! It was exquisite! She caressed his hair and gently moved him from point to point for several minutes, discovering and reveling in new depths of sensation.

Mike, his confidence burgeoning by the moment, decided to move things along. He slipped his right hand under Jennifer's skirt, sliding it up her thigh to her crotch, then drew his thumb up along the gusset of her panties.

That did it. Jennifer had been in delicious tension for several minutes, building an orgasm that wouldn't see release on the current level of stimulation. When Mike upped the ante by tracing his fingers along her thigh, a wave began to build. The rough texture of the fabric along her labia accelerated this, and when Mike's thumbnail scratched the raw bundle of nerves that was her clitoris...

"AAIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Jennifer went rigid and gave voice to a full-throated scream of pleasure that rattled the windows, then fainted dead away.

"Whatthefuck?" Big Al, who had been lying against the headboard of his bed with Helen backed against him, using his hands to make a "living bra", holding one of Helen's mammaries in each while tweaking her nipples, sat bolt upright. The pair of them scrambled off of the bed and ran into Bobby and company on the way to Mike's room. On arrival, they found Jennifer collapsed in a confused Mike's arms. "What happened?" Al asked.

"And what's that smell?" asked Helen.

Bobby took a whiff, "Whatever it is it makes my...It's pussy juice! Hooo hooo!!!"

Helen approached the bed and bent down to look. Sure enough, the crotch of Jennifer's panties was soaked.

Mike shrugged, and tried to cover Jennifer's chest. "We were, uh, getting pretty serious, then she just blew! It was amazing! I figured I'd just tickle her, uh, - well, anyway, I barely touched it..."

Helen leaned in and checked Jennifer over, shaking her shoulder a bit, "Honey, are you all right?"

Jennifer surged up, eyes glassy, obviously not all there. "Go 'way!" She crawled into Mike's embrace and grabbed his head, lisping, "Mikey? More? Please?" She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast as she strained against him, leaning in and sucking on his neck.

Mike removed his hand from Jennifer's breast, and began speaking softly to her, stroking her side. "Shhhh Missy, settle down. Take it easy, it'll be all right."

Bobby cackled, "Well, Big Brother, I guess you're gonna catch up. Guess you don't have to worry about her being frigid!"

Jennifer finally came to herself as Bobby made his rash comments, and went straight to terminal embarrassment. "Omigod!" She scrambled up, vainly trying to get control of her clothing, and hobbled out of the room, crying.

"Bobby! I'm gonna KILL your ass!" Mike roared, and reached for his crutches. Bobby got the hell out of there, but the damage was done. Jennifer locked herself in the bathroom, crying, and wouldn't come out until Al promised to take her home, alone.

In the truck, Al looked at the still sniffling woman out of the corner of his eye, "It's not your fault, Missy! Bobby has a big mouth..."

"He was right!" she wailed, "I acted like a total slut! I can't look any of you in the eye, ever again!" Al let her off, and she hobbled to her door without looking back.

Trish Vincent was having a screaming fit, and Bruce was allowing it to happen. "What do you think you're doing young man? No money, no job, four years of college ahead of you, and it's 'Let's get married!' Duh! My God, Son what are you thinking?"

Tim had his head down, weathering the blast. He still hadn't dropped the second bomb - that the date had been set for six weeks away! "Mom, what's the difference? We love each other - this just makes it official!"

"Honey, you've only been dating for two weeks! Don't you think it's a bit soon to decide that she'll be your life partner?" Trish tried sweet reason...

"Dad, how long did it take you?" Tim asked.

"Uh, er, um..." Bruce turned red. "I, uh, knew pretty quick..."

"That's irrelevant!" Trish snapped, trying to intervene.

Tim knew he was onto something. "Dad?"

"Um, first date?" Bruce replied sheepishly.

"And when did you ask her?" Tim pressed.

"Uh, first date. And second date. And third date. Got her on number four." Bruce grinned.

Tim laughed as Trish rolled her eyes. "You should have been there when I met her mother! Indians arrange marriages, you know!"

"What happened?" Trish asked, suddenly VERY concerned.

"We negotiated a deal where I get a 'dowry' of Dolores' college tuition and a decent interval before announcing the engagement in order to fulfill normal expectations. In return, I got her approval and a 'hands off' attitude regarding our necking and stuff. It was totally non-binding - just an exercise in making her happy. Marcus told me again tonight that I could ignore the whole thing. Frankly, I don't want to!" Tim declared.

"Have you set a date?" Trish asked, suspiciously.

"Uh, nothing firm yet," Tim prevaricated, "Dolores and her mother are looking at a calendar. Obviously, I've got things to organize, too."

"We were in a big hurry," Bruce reminisced. "I think we took a month..."

"Bruce!" Trish squealed. "Fat lot of help YOU are!"

"Worked out, too, didn't it?" Tim snickered.

"Yes, but your father had a job, and had limited time - the military doesn't do much to support marriage!" Trish responded hotly, "You don't have either the issues or the advantages. Where will you live? Here?"

"It's been suggested that we rent a garage apartment at Brown's... then at some point, Marcus will hand the money back. I'm not too sure about the idea, but it IS an attractive offer!" Tim responded.

Bruce nodded, "Sounds like Marcus," he affirmed. "He's certainly taken a shine to you!"

"Yeah. He wasn't thrilled immediately, either, but he settled down..." Tim admitted.

"Well, he got Padma from her family through the same kind of horse trading you had with her - and did it all on a two week leave, including the honeymoon! She's a nice woman, too!" Bruce affirmed.

"Well, I want to see both of those women, quick! You arrange it - tomorrow!" Trish directed. "Dolores may be the love of your life, but I want some input into whatever it is they're planning!"

"Yes, Mom," Tim rolled his eyes, which got him a swat.

"Mind your manners!" Trish reproved.

Jackie arrived home to find her mother in bed, crying bitterly. "What's the matter, Mama? Didn't things go well?"

"N-no," Jennifer sniffled, "They started out well, but then I made an absolute fool of myself!"

Jackie sighed. "What happened?"

"Mike came home from the hospital around 1:00, and I spent the afternoon with him. It was heavenly, but we were both tired and fell asleep on the couch. You woke me up when you called me."

"That doesn't sound so bad..." Jackie objected.

"No, I didn't make a fool of myself until after supper. Mike and I went back to his room to watch TV, and we started necking..."

"Yeah?" Jackie prompted.

"Honey, one of the reasons I've ridden you so hard is that, well, I, too, enjoyed sex. When I was your age, I enjoyed sex A LOT! When your father introduced me to sex, I was incredibly happy, and wanted to do it all the time! But when he dumped me, I put away sex, not just men. Sex, not men, had gotten me in trouble. I went 'cold turkey' and eventually I forgot the sensations and just how good it was..." Jennifer admitted wistfully.

"Until today?" Jackie hazarded.

"Yes." Jennifer began to sniffle. "Mike touched my breast, and I just went nuts! He was SO gentle - I was in Heaven! And then he touched my... Well, you know! And I just - went off! I must have screamed - I don't know, I passed out! Anyway, when I came to, I came back slowly - it had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm - and for a while, all I wanted to do was cuddle and have those feelings again! When I finally came to my senses, everybody was standing there, and that awful Bobby was making comments. I'd been shoving my breast in Mike's mouth and acting like a total slut!" she wailed. "Now I can never show my face there again!"

"Are you sure, Mama?" Jackie asked. "You know, most of us have done something stupid at one point or another... You should have been there the night Al met Helen..."

"No, no! I was awful! A slut! I embarrassed myself, and I embarrassed Mike! He'll never, ever want to see me again! On top of everything else, I gushed all over the place! I was soaked, and the smell! Omigod!" Jennifer wailed.

Jackie spent some time trying to comfort her mother, but made little progress. Eventually, Jennifer cried herself to sleep.

If Jennifer was inconsolable, Mike was enraged. Helen had to take Bobby home with her, because Mike threatened to remove his head from his shoulders, despite the crutches - and it took Big Al to hold him down! Bobby's normally stoic big brother was virtually foaming at the mouth, and it wasn't necessarily because he'd just missed out on an almost certainly fantastic sexual encounter. "I'm gonna kick your ass so you think about it before you open that fat mouth of yours!" Mike roared, "If Jennifer crawls back into her shell, you'll wish you had never been born!" Then he took a swipe at Bobby with a crutch that only missed because he was unfamiliar with its reach, chased him outside, and wouldn't let him return. Dina and Denise stopped laughing and started running interference, managing to interfere enough to let Bobby collect an overnight bag while Al barricaded Mike in his room and to cover his evacuation to Helen's car when a moment's inattention and a flying block got Mike back out into the hall. Helen took Bobby home after promising Mike that she would call Jennifer and check with her in the morning.

Bedtime came at the Brown's and Marcus and Padma settled in. Marcus stepped out of his shorts and slid under the covers, but Padma deliberately took her time getting ready for bed, ensuring that Marcus saw her nude before dressing in a nightie that allowed lots of access while concealing little. This had the expected salutary effect on Marcus; he reached for her as soon as she climbed into bed, capturing a breast in his big hand. Padma purred, and reached for his already half-erect cock. She worked the foreskin back and forth on the long black shaft, covering and uncovering the swollen head, producing a groan from Marcus as he reveled in the sensation. Then she mustered her courage, and shifted the range of her voice, emulating Dolores as she murmured, "Want me to suck it... Poppa?"

Marcus' eyes bulged, then closed as he surrendered himself to the fantasy. A week ago, the thought of having sex with his daughter had been utterly foreign to him - Dolores was his little girl, and she was 'way too young and not his 'type', although several of her girlfriends had been the subject of an occasional pleasant fantasy. The idea of making sexual advances towards his daughter was, well, gross. Taking advantage of Dolores in that manner was unthinkable. But Dolores' surprise announcement a few days earlier had made it clear that, far from being unwelcome, a sexual encounter with her father was something Dolores really wanted! That announcement had changed Marcus' outlook on the situation. His daughter was a fine looking young woman who WANTED to have sex with him! For him to initiate such an encounter made him a pervert, but if SHE wanted it... well, all of the predatory aspects of the situation were nullified, and he could look on it - and her - in a much more objective manner.

And desire was born.

So, presented with the fantasy, he closed his eyes and rumbled, "Yes, Sweetie - if you want to..." leaned back, and closed his eyes.

Padma knelt over Marcus' legs and began to lick his cock from base to tip, laving the whole surface in spit, then tonguing his balls. After a few moment of this, she ovalled her lips around the broad head of his now fully erect cock, peeling back what little of the foreskin still covered the flange with her lips on the downstroke.

Normally, Padma would lave Marcus' cock, take it in to a comfortable depth while lubricating it with her saliva, then deep throat it until Marcus came or pulled her off - but tonight, she was Dolores, so... She took Marcus in to a comfortable depth, but no farther, wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft, but not really working at lubrication. After a couple of dozen strokes, she deliberately allowed herself to gag, and announced, "Sorry, Poppa - I don't know how to deep throat yet - but Mama's promised to teach me! Besides, I really want to feel your cock inside of me! Fuck me, Poppa! Please?"

Padma turned around and waved her pussy in front of Marcus' nose, and he came unglued! Quickly, he lurched upright and positioned himself behind Padma's upraised ass, then pressed his huge erection into her open vagina. Fortunately, Padma, carried away by the thrill of the fantasy, was well lubricated! Padma waited until he hit bottom, then moaned, ""Oh! That's it! Fuck me, Poppa! Ride me home!"

Marcus, fully into the fantasy at this point, set up a trip-hammer rhythm - deep, long strokes that drove not only his cock into Padma's cervix, but his testicles into her clitoris at a rate of nearly twice a second! Marcus hadn't gone that wild on her in some time, and Padma was thoroughly enjoying it! Under the battering of his cock, Padma's cervix surrendered, and began to dilate, wedging the head in the opening at the end of every stroke and driving Marcus wild with the clutching sensations. The extra half inch of penetration allowed solid, crushing impacts to her clitoris every time his pubis struck her asscheeks, and within mere moments Padma became aware that a huge orgasm was on its way! Barely able to hold onto the presence of mind to continue the fantasy, she squealed, "Yes! Yes, Poppa! Poke that huge cock of yours right into my womb and shoot me full of spunk! It's okay - you can't hurt me, and you can't make me pregnant! Pound me! Pound me deep! Pound me hard!"

Marcus took his "daughter" at her word. With an inarticulate roar, he AGAIN stepped up the pace, and pushing Padma's shoulders to the mattress, proceeded to pound her even harder! The force and the alteration of their position caused Marcus' glans to actually pop through the opening of Padma's cervix, providing him with an excruciating torrent of sensation as the ring flexed around his cock head. The torrent of sensation from the impacts against her clitoris and the pleasure/pain mix of her cervical impalement caused Padma to flash to the edge just as Marcus reached his point of no return, and with a final "Oh!.. Fuck!.. Me!" Padma began spasming in orgasm. The first velvet clutch of her vaginal walls tipped Marcus over the top, and with a mighty "AUUUGGH!" he drove deep into Padma's open womb and began to gush torrent after torrent of semen while the ring of her cervix pulsated around the flange at the base of his glans. The pair hung frozen for several seconds in that position before Padma collapsed, falling forward and dislodging Marcus from his penetration of her uterus but leaving him fully inserted in her vaginal canal.

I was several minutes before either of them could speak coherently. Finally, Marcus raised himself and began to stroke Padma's back. "Jeezus! That was one helluva fuck! Thank you, Wife, for an incredible fantasy!" he finished, formally.

"You're welcome, Husband - it was well worth the effort!" Padma replied happily.

"It's the closest I'll get to the reality, I'm sure - but it was fuckin' great!" Marcus declared, feelingly.

"Husband, if you believe that, you may be in for a surprise!" Padma announced, rolling over to face him.

Marcus facilitated the effort by finishing the withdrawal of his shrinking member, but his attention was on Padma's comment. "Huh?"

Padma smiled, "When I last spoke to her about it, Dolores' position on the subject had not changed. She still intends to bed you at some point in the future. In fact, that is only one part of the wild plan that she announced to me!"

"Huh! Really?" Marcus was dumbfounded. "Like what?"

"I will not say, Husband, in case she changes her mind when her fiancée completes her introduction to sex. All I will say is this: She has come up with a plan that she considers fair to everyone involved, and that when she does offer herself to you, there will be a price tag attached. It will be up to you to decide whether you can pay it or not!"

"Um." Marcus absorbed this declaration for a moment, then asked, "Do you think I will pay up?"

"Yes," Padma replied, dropping her eyes, then silently, to herself, 'I hope so.'

Dolores could hardly contain her glee as she climbed down from her perch atop the washing machine in the adjoining laundry and carefully re-covered her "portal" - a portion of a cabinet back that she had worried loose the first time at age twelve that gave onto an unplastered gap in the back wall of her parent's always open closet. Many an evening she had perched there on the washer, masturbating while peering at her parent's sex play. The best times were when the washer was actually running, something Padma had a habit of causing to occur as part of her pre-bedtime ritual. The vibrations added a dimension, especially the spin cycle, and the noises covered the occasional groan. Tonight, however, was too important to sully with an inopportune noise, especially now that she had let slip that she had observed them before. Tonight, she would carry the memories back to her room and augment them with her vibrator, while celebrating the success of the next step in her plans. Her mother had done a perfect job of both confirming and augmenting her father's sexual interest in Dolores, committing herself to the conspiracy and ensuring that both she and Marcus would be ready to cooperate when the time came for her to initiate the next step. Dolores couldn't wait!