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Subject: {ASSM} Paternity (1/10) (Virago Blue)(MF, orgy, mf, oral, Rom)
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This is my story, that is, I wrote it.  I retain all rights to this story and
I'm inviting others to read it and send in comments.  I do not give
permission to post it to any site that makes money from stealing
from authors.  On the other hand, if you would like to post this on a 
free site, allow me the right to know.  Always keep my name and header 
attached to this story as I consider it one of my 'babies' and I'll take
personal offense if someone tries to kidnap it and name it their own.

As with all stories written under the nym Virago Blue, you must be 
over the age of consent to read it.  I warned you.  If you are here and
read it anyway and come away disturbed, there's bunches of therapists 
that will help you out.  Don't call on me.

Enjoy and feedback always appreciated at VBWrites@aol.com

* * * 

Paternity
(c)2000 by Virago Blue

"Wake up, sleepyhead. You don't want to miss the bus."  Scotty rolled over and
grumbled.  He burrowed deeper into the rumpled sheets, barely batting his long
black eyelashes. "I brought some orange juice." He rubbed at his still closed eyes.  

I put the glass of orange juice on his night stand and switched on the lamp. Dawn
hadn't quite broken through the clouds this morning. Shards of light from his race
car lamp pierced the calm darkness, making Scotty squint his eyes shut tighter. He
rolled away, clutching a stuffed Snoopy to his chest.  "I know you're awake." 
I jiggled him a little. "I can always drive you to school. I know how much you
wanted to take the bus, though." I stood to leave the room.

"NO!" Scotty shot out of bed and grabbed me around the waist. "I wanna ride the
bus. You said."

I laughed, ruffling his little bed head. "Gotcha! I know I said you can ride the bus,
I was just testing you." I picked up my seven-year old son, trying to balance him
on my hip.  He'd grown so much in the last year.  Wasn't it only last year that I
was able to carry him around like this? 

He was getting so big. "Can I walk to the bus stop with you?" I kissed his
freckled nose and smiled as he hugged my neck.

"Yeah. I guess."

"Good. Mommies need to do those things, you know.  It's in the job description
somewhere." Carefully I walked down the stairs leading from his loft bedroom. 
I stepped over the Lego jet fighter he left on the small living room floor, dumping
him into his chair in our kitchen.  

"Can I have waffles and chocolate milk?"  

"Yep."

"And three cookies?"

"Nope."

"Two cookies?"

"Nope."

"One?"

"I'll put three cookies in your backpack for you to eat with your lunch," I
compromised. We couldn't afford any luxuries so when he asked for something so
simple like cookies, I found it hard to deny him. 

I watched Scotty eat his breakfast as I sipped on my coffee. His straight black hair
stuck up at funny angles.  He looked up at me between bites, crystal blue
eyes serene and cheerful.  Sometimes I wonder if during my pregnancy he
somehow knew the turmoil I was going through and adjusted back then, became
this sweet, mature little boy, eager to help me, so lovable and dear. 

I pushed away from the table to get his backpack ready.  I slipped in his Hot
Wheels lunch box and, as promised, a plastic bag with three cookies. 

"I had a weird dream," Scotty said, finishing his milk.

"Yeah? Tell me about it." I looked over my shoulder at him, meeting his gaze.  

He shrugged, reaching for a hot wheels car, rolling it back and forth on the
formica. "My dad was there."

"Oh."

"Only I couldn't exactly tell what he looked like. I just knew it was him. He was
flying in the sky, way up in the clouds. He was happy to see me and everything.
He wanted to take me for a ride, you know, like around the clouds for a little
while before bringing me back home. I was a little scared so I told him you had to
be
there." Scotty paused, draining his glass. "He said okay, that it would be a good
idea for you to come along. He picked us up in his silver jet fighter. Then
we flew over the ocean and watched some whales and then we were home."

"Sounds like a good dream." My heart ached.

"Yeah. I guess." Scotty continued to play with his car. He pushed his chair back
with a screech and ran to the bathroom.

I had some time to collect myself. Scotty never knew his father. I did and I didn't.
It's a long story, one I realized I would have to face one day.

I cleared the table, fighting back the emotions that were threatening to boil over. I
ran hot water into the sink hoping the sound would drown out one little
sob I couldn't hold back. The time was upon me to make a decision. I was
terrified.

"C'mon Mom! Let's go." Scotty ran from the bathroom, grabbing my hand. He
pulled me towards the door of our apartment.  He had dressed himself in his
favorite denim shorts and Dallas Cowboys football jersey.  He even combed his
hair.  

"Whoa, tiger. Did you brush your teeth?" I asked him as I grabbed a dishtowel.  

Scotty rolled his eyes comically, exposing all of his little white teeth, all except the
one missing from the bottom row.

"Excellent. Let's go." I took a deep breath and succeeded in containing my tears.

We walked down the sidewalk to the designated bus stop, a little covered bench
outside the leasing office door. I knelt down in front of my son and straightened
his shorts which were twisted at an odd angle. "Okay, listen. Don't walk around
on the bus, don't make loud noises. Bus drivers hate those kind of things. Stay in
your seat. Sit with the kids your age, leave the older kids alone. Maybe if you sat
at the very front of the bus that would be----"

"Mo-om." Scotty moaned in a sing-song voice. "I'm a big boy."

I almost started crying again. "Yes, you are. Remember that Grandma will pick
you up from school today since tonight I work at the restaurant. Don't forget."

Scotty rolled his eyes, "Every Tuesday and Thursday you work at the restaurant, I
know that already. I'm not a baby."  

I kissed him on his soft little cheek, still slightly chubby with baby fat. I
recognized that he was growing taller and the baby fat was slipping away.  I
hugged Scotty probably a little longer than needed, for him at least. "I love you,
doodlebug. Have a happy day."

We watched the bus pull around the corner, yellow to red lights flashing. I
checked my watch and noticed the bus was running late. Usually the bus was
pulling
out of the apartment parking lot just as I was finishing up my morning dishes. If I
didn't hurry I would be late for work. "Did you pack my cookies?"

"Yes, darling."

"See ya Mom. Tell Mr. Mayes I said hi!" Scotty yelled over his shoulder. He
disappeared down the aisle of the old school bus. I stood at the entrance, unsure
of
what to do or say, not even sure I could restrain myself from hopping on the bus
with him. The bus driver, an elderly woman wearing big round sunglasses
and a denim shirt with apples painted across the front, must have sensed my
anxiety. "Don't you worry none, Momma. I'll take real good care of him. We're
running just a little behind today. The school's already been notified. Terrible
accident on FM 280. Happened late last night or maybe early this morning. When
I made my first run at 7:00 am on up to the high school they were still
investigating. I'm afraid what might have happened with them kids couldn't have
been good. But
enough about that, your little boy is in Thelma McCrae's hands, he'll be taken care
of. Yes ma'am." She waved at me before shutting the door.  The bus pulled
away with a shudder and a shriek, echoing the way I was feeling inside.  A tear
slipped down my cheek as I watched my little man drive away, smiling at me
through the smudged window. One of those steps a mother has to face in her
child's life. He was growing up. One day he would be gone.

"Enough of this, Torie," I chided myself, swiping at the tear. "You've got a living
to make. Let's go to it." I had taken to talking to myself over the years,  mainly
because there was no one else around to talk to. It was better that way, I think.
There weren't too many men willing to stay with a woman who already had a
child. At least that had been my experience. Except for Charlie, but then that had
its own complications.

Charlie had been my next door neighbor for almost eight months. We would pass
by each other, say hello, make small talk. He was always friendly. He was a
college
student at the local university sharing an apartment with a roommate who also
happened to be his girlfriend. I was attracted to Charlie in a physical sense and,
since he was always so nice to Scotty, he held a special place in my heart on that
count. But he had a girlfriend and I certainly wasn't going to get myself stuck in
the middle of that situation.

One night when Scotty was spending the night with my mother I ran into Charlie.
Apparently we both had a really boring weekend planned since it was a Saturday
night and we were both waiting our turn for the lone working clothes dryer in the
laundry room. We laughed about it. He explained to me that his girlfriend,
Maribeth, was away for the weekend. She was attending a family reunion in
Oklahoma. He wasn't invited since their relationship was kept quiet from her
parents. Her parents didn't approve of their living together, he said. In fact, as far
as they were concerned, Charlie was out of the picture long ago. I got the feeling
he was a little depressed over the situation. He told me he had just mixed up a
batch of margaritas and asked if I would like one. Of course, I wouldn't pass up
an
offer like that, I told him. He returned no more than five minutes later with a
plastic pitcher of margaritas and two plastic cups. 

The dryer was free at last and Charlie let me go first. I stuffed my load in the
dryer and sat down next to him again. By that time I was feeling very relaxed,
undoubtedly from the alcohol.  I wasn't accustomed to drinking anything stronger
than a single glass of wine on occasion and his margaritas were definitely heavy
on
the tequila.  Charlie's company was very nice and he made me laugh. I loved his
smile, how it reached to his eyes when he broke out in laughter, which was often.
He didn't seem the type to come on to me if I wasn't giving him a signal first. I
boldly decided to give him a signal. I don't know why exactly. I was attracted to
him, despite his love for his girlfriend. And, in truth, I didn't want a relationship.
For once, I reasoned, let me enjoy the company of a man again. No strings
attached.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips very softly against his mouth. He didn't seem
shocked.  I felt him return my kiss, warm and soft.  Soon we were locked
together in a wild embrace.  What happened next will forever be fired in my
memory. It was so good, so carnal, so different for me.  

I hadn't been with a man since before Scotty was born.  It's hard to believe I
remained celibate for so long, especially to me. But when Charlie began rubbing
and caressing my back and hips, lifting me against him, so much of those feelings
I suppressed came flooding back.  We rushed through the motions the first time,
desperately tearing at each other's clothes right there in the laundry room. Our
mouths sought skin, tongues clashed and our lips found each others again and
again during the quick coupling.  He propped me up against a washing machine in
the beginning stage of the spin cycle. I hurriedly stepped from my cut-offs,
peeling my panties away at the same time. I released his penis from his jeans,
wantonly wrapping my legs around his hips. He thrust into me with one wet
motion, slamming me again and again into the vibrating machine. Within seconds
I was flooded with my own orgasm, digging my nails into his back and shoulders,
prompting him to release his semen deep into me. This time, though, I was
protected.

After the laundry room incident we spent another energetic hour in the comfort of
my bedroom, the first time I had even had a man in the sanctuary of my home. 
Charlie was an excellent lover, slow and attentive, paying special attention to my
breasts and nipples, a spot that was so sensitive to me. His mouth and tongue
traveled lower over my curved belly, to the spot right above my pubic bone,
pulling a delicious shiver from me. He paused to look up at me for a moment,
smiling that gorgeous smile, before sliding lower, tonguing me to another deep
and powerful climax. I gladly reciprocated, reveling in the feeling of having a man
in my mouth once again. I took my time with him, wanting him to feel just as
good as he had made me feel. When he finally found release I willingly took it all
in, licking him clean afterwards. It was a wonderful night.

And that was it. One night. He had Maribeth, I knew that and I didn't have the
desire to interfere. My child always came first and I wasn't ready to bring a
man into the mix just yet. But I thanked him with my eyes every time we passed
each other. He always smiled back. A month later he and Maribeth had moved
out. I never heard from him again and I never expected to. 

* * * Continued * * *
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