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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 3) [Asian, Mm/F, Incest (Father-Mother-Son), First Time, Consent]
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Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2006 17:10:03 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/

Chapter 3: The Kitchen Table

Sarah Lo sat on the living room couch, staring at the
television screen.  The television sat silent and
dark, not even having been turned on.  She just sat
there, thinking.  Attempting to reconcile all of the
conflicting thoughts she was having.

She had come home from her grocery shopping to what
seemed like an empty house.  What she saw in her
bedroom upstairs was the last thing she expected to
see.  Her husband of seventeen years joined in a
passionate coupling with their eight year old
daughter.

Everything she had been told, everything she was
brought up with, everything the media told her said
that this was wrong.  There was no hope now.  Her
daughter was irreparably damaged.  She'd end up in a
foster home, or on drugs, or a runaway.  This is what
everything she had learned led her to believe.

But was it really true?

Now she wasn't so sure.  She saw the look on her
daughter's face.  She didn't look like she was in
pain.  She didn't look frightened.  She didn't even
look upset.  She looked like she was honestly enjoying
it.  Enjoying being so close to her father.

Sarah shook her head slightly, sharply.  No.  It was
wrong.  And if someone outside found out about it. 
Well, that would just be the end of everything.  The
police would storm down their door.  Drag their kids
away.  Lock up her bastard husband and it would serve
him right.

She brought her hand up to her face and bit one of her
fingers, hard.  The pain reminded her that this wasn't
some sort of dream she'd fallen into.  There was no
waking up and finding everything back the way it was
before.  This was real and what the hell was she going
to do next?

She remembered the look on her husband's face.  The
way it was strained, almost a grimace.  She could see
the way the muscles on his arms and his shoulders and
even his back were straining.  He was fighting back
his urges; in her own past coupling with him she'd
seen him do it.  That wasn't the look of someone just
sating his basest desires.  No, there was more to all
of this then just primal urges.

She sucked on the side of her finger now while still
staring at the television.  She wanted to be mad at
him.  He cheated on her.  With their own daughter. 
You couldn't go lower than that, could you?  He was
slime, garbage, a worm.

But then what was she?  How could she explain what
happened to her?  When she saw what was going on in
that bed, in her bed, she enjoyed it.  Even if it was
at only the basest most level, she enjoyed it.  She
felt what happened in her own body and she liked it.

She closed her eyes and long forgotten experiences
came back to her.  She remembered having to spank
Catherine when she was about Angela's age.  She
remembered how much she liked that too.  She had tried
to push the thoughts away and she had managed to
forget it.  Until today anyway.  Now she remembered
the warm feeling she felt when her open hand slapped
against the thin cotton panties that were covering
Angela's cheeks.  She remembered the way Angela's
flesh bounced firmly back after each slap.  She
remembered how the room smelled of old paint and
freshly mowed grass.  She remembered the cool breeze
that was coming in through the window.

Sarah's eyes darted open, breaking the siren call of
the memory.  She had no idea she could remember
anything that well, much less something that she had
spent so much energy trying to forget.  More memories
started to come back to her, like a flood forcing its
way through a crack in a dam.

She remembered inspecting Ben, her son, when he was
just a toddler.  It was what mother's were supposed to
do, she told herself.  Make sure everything was in
order.  She remembered the first night she spent with
Mike.  She remembered the night she spent with Tracy,
her best friend in high-school.  She remembered being
pregnant with Angela, but letting Mike have her ass
for the first time, to try and satisfy him.

She shook her head again, trying to stem off the
torrent of memories that seemed to assault her mind. 
Every questionable encounter she had ever had seemed
to come back to her, unbidden.  And she remembered how
every one of them had made her feel.

====

Mike had woken up in bed, with his daughter curled up
next to him, sound asleep.  He laid there for a number
of long moments trying to put his mind together.  He
felt drained, mentally and emotionally, but he also
felt physically alive, brimming with energy.  He felt
like writing a poem about what happened this
afternoon, or painting a picture, or something,
anything to celebrate it.

Instead, he just laid there and stroked her hair
slowly.  As he stared at her, the enormity of what had
happened slowly dawned on him.  She just slept there,
curled up against him.  Her chest falling and rising
slowly, regularly.  He could see the white cream he
had deposited in her, still leaking out of her small
slit, puddling on the side of her thigh and then
running over its side, to land on the bed which sucked
it right up.

He took a deep breath and extracted his arm out from
under her; she just rolled in the other direction,
curled on her other side, still soundly asleep.  He
slipped out of bed and walked to the closet, pulling
down a quilt and unfolding it over her.  Leaving her
to rest while he pulled his jeans back on.

He descended the stairs, bare foot and bare-chested
before he spotted Sarah sitting in the living room. 
She was watching a television that wasn't on.  So he
could only assume that this didn't bode well.  He
didn't think of himself as a great genius, but he was
pretty sure he was right on this one.  He stopped
before he reached the bottom of the stairs and just
stood there.  Unsure if he wanted to proceed or run
back upstairs.

"I saw what happened up there."  Sarah said, putting
it plainly and bluntly.  Her sudden, unexpected voice
breaking the silence.

He stared at her back, not sure what to say.  His mind
stammered over thoughts, all of them running together
like trains crashing.

Sarah took a deep breath and continued to stare at the
television screen.  "Just tell me one thing."  

Mike continued to stare at her, enough thought
returning to his mind to remember to close his mouth
which had been hanging open.  He nodded slowly,
agreeing to what ever this option was.

"Tell me that you didn't hurt her."  Sarah said,
finally turning in her seat to face him, her eyes
staring into him like they could see if he was telling
the truth or not.

"What?"  Mike replied, a bit dumb-founded.  The
question seemed alien to him, like the answer was
obvious.  Her eyes on him only made him more
uncomfortable and harder for him to think straight.

"I said," Sarah repeated, "Tell me that you didn't
hurt her.  Tell me that you didn't force her to do
that."

"What?"  Mike repeated again.  He could see the anger
rising in his wife's face, she was about to say
something more, but he quickly raised a hand to stop
her.

"Sarah, how could you even ask me that?"  He said,
never taking his eyes off of her as he finished
descending the stairs.  "That's our daughter up there.
 I would never, never hurt her.  I thought you would
have realized that already?"

She nodded slowly, for just the briefest moment her
biggest fears had been confirmed in her mind.  But now
the anger fell out of her like leaves from a tree.  He
was telling the truth, at least as far as he believed
it.

He sat down on the couch, but not right next to her. 
He gave her a little bit of space, just to be safe. 
After a long moment of silence, he asked "Do you want
to know what happened?"  

She looked at him now and nodded, "Yes.  I would."

He took a deep breath and was about to start
recounting the events of the afternoon when Sarah
spoke up again.  "The groceries."  He blinked and
stared at her like she was speaking another language. 
Or that this was some sort of code word that he was
supposed to have remembered.

"The groceries."  She repeated, "I left them in the
kitchen."  She stood up now, "Come on.  You can tell
me while I put them away."

Mike followed her into the kitchen and they started to
put away the handful of groceries as he explained what
had happened.  He told her about Angela and James and
their explorations on the picnic table in the
backyard.  He told her how Angela thought she was in
trouble.  He told her that he tried to reassure her
and the last thing he wanted was her to think it was
wrong.  But he also didn't want her letting every
neighborhood boy play doctor with her.

The groceries had been long since put away and fresh
coffee had been made by the time he got around to
explaining, in detail, exactly what happened that led
Angela and him to be found in bed together.

Sarah sat at the kitchen table and held her coffee mug
to her face.  She was actually biting the rim of the
mug as Mike's story drew to a close.  He could tell
what was going on, she was aroused by this.  He'd seen
that look in her eyes many times before.  When
something struck her deep down inside and started
those fires burning in her.

"Well, that's it."  He leaned against the kitchen
counter, facing her.  He decided to take a gamble and
confront her on her desire.  "You're excited, aren't
you?"

Sarah's teeth remained in place on the mug, but her
lips curled into a smile.  "Umhm." She murmured
through the porcelain.

Mike smiled a bit more in reply.  "Would you like me
to do something about that?"

Sarah's smile stayed in place, "Umhm."  She removed
the coffee mug from her mouth and added, "You've been
a pretty naughty man.  I think you need to eat me out
now."

He raised an eyebrow in amusement now, "Our bed is
still occupied."  He teased her, wanting to see just
how aroused she was.

"Fuck the bed!"  She said as she put the mug down.  "I
can't wait that long.  Right here.  On the table!"

He smiled even more.  She was cursing, she was really
excited.  Sarah never cursed unless she was extremely
pissed off or extremely horny.

"As you wish, m'am."  He placed his mug down on the
counter and stepped the two steps in front of her.  He
reached down, grasped her hips, and lifted her to sit
on the table.  He kicked her vacated chair to the
side, which made Sarah give off a little moan of
anticipation.

Sarah leaned on her elbows as she watched her husband
lower himself to his knees in front of her.  She could
see him grin at her and feel his hands on her feet. 
He was moving to take off her sneakers she guessed,
but she pulled her feet out of his grasp.

"No."  Her words came out labored, breathless,
"There's no time for an opening act.  Get right to the
main event."

He smirked in reply and grabbed her hips, pulling her
closer to the edge of the table.  That provided the
opening she needed, her hands able to reach him now. 
With a flurry of movement her back feel flat against
the table as she grabbed hold of his hair.

With her fingers entwined in his hair she pulled his
head between her legs before he could even react,
pushing her skirt up out of the way with his forehead.
 She held his head in place as she grinded her hips
against his face.  

"Oh god...  yes."  She groaned out as she smeared her
moist panties all over his nose, mouth, and chin.  She
gasped as her back spasmed happily as she pushed her
panty clad clit against the bridge of his nose.

Under the onslaught of the mini-orgasm, her fingers
relaxed, his hair slipping from between them.  But he
wasn't planning on letting her get away that easily.

Sarah threw her left leg over Mike's shoulder, trying
to give him better access to herself.  That's when she
felt his teeth nibbling at her lips through her
panties.  "Damn it, Mike...  just don't stop."

Sarah's fingers started to claw at the tabletop as she
felt his mouth moving slowly up, following her lips. 
"Fuck, yes!" she screamed out in ecstasy as his teeth
found her enflamed clit.

His hand slipped up her leg now, hooking the edge of
her panties and pulling them to the side and out of
the way of his mouth.  His lips immediately found hers
as he started to suck at her opening.  She could feel
him sucking hungrily at her moistness, and then
thrusting his tongue into her to get more.

Sarah's spasms grew more intense as she writhed on the
wooden table top.  Thoughts of all the mundane things
she's done at this table only made her feel dirtier
and excited her more.

===

Benjamin Lo was just your typical 13 year old male. 
He was in the eight grade.  He'd be starting high
school next year.  He just started noticing girls and
was almost to the point where he was sure he'd never
understand them.  He preferred being called Ben, hated
being called Benji, and hearing his full name just
gave him full body shivers.  Hearing "Benjamin"
usually meant that he'd done something wrong.

Ben's mind was still racing at what he had seen in the
movie theater this afternoon.  And he was still
working out how he'd use this to his advantage.  He
and his friends had only been in that particular
theater for a few minutes, it was only supposed to be
a stopping point in getting over to the theater
showing Pitchfork Maniacs.

So when Kat and her friends came in, the initial shock
gave way to self-preservation.  If Kat caught him in
the kiddy movie, he'd never hear the end of it.  He
ducked down in his seat and hid, watching Kat and
waiting for a chance to flee the scene.

That way he was in the perfect spot to see Kat
drinking.  Oh man, mom and dad would be pissed if they
found out.  Right then and there he started putting
price tags to what this information was worth.

His planning dropped out of his mind when he saw Kat
stand up.  His first instinct was that he was busted,
but to his surprise, she actually walked away from
him.  And then sat down next to some old guy.  And
then she disappeared completely.

Ben might have been new to the ways of males and
females, but he wasn't an idiot.  He had a pretty good
idea what was going on.  In his head it all added up
to pay day.

As he walked home, he tried to come up with the best
way to collect.  He'd have to get Kat just right in
order to squeeze the most money possible out of her.

"God damn it!"  He heard his mother scream in the
kitchen as he entered the house.

Immediately his plans were dashed in his head.  Mom
must have already found out and was reading Kat the
riot attack.  No pay day today, but at least it would
be entertaining to watch Kat get screamed at again.

Ben headed deeper into the house and straight into the
kitchen.  He didn't walk into what he expected and all
thoughts of fun at Kat's expense evaporated right out
of his mind.

There was his mom, laying on the kitchen table.  And
there was his dad, kneeling in front of mom, with his
back to Ben.  Mom's skirt was bunched up around her
hips and Ben had a perfect viewing point to see the
back of dad's head moving around.

Ben just stood still, frozen in place, his eyes wide
and taking the entire scene in.  Mom panting as she
laid across the table, loud moans and curses still
exploding out her mouth.  Dad leaned back and then Ben
could see it all.  The matted, glistening wet black
hair between mom's legs.  The skin of her cunt dark
red and shiny.  Her yellow panties dangling from her
left ankle.

Neither of his parents seemed to notice him standing
there.  That is until mom leaned up and Ben's wide
awed eyes met his mom's sultry, lustful ones.

"Ben!" Sarah shouting in surprise, her hands
instinctively reaching to push down her skirt.

Mike spin in place, staring at Ben in mild surprise. 
He had actually expected someone interrupt them, but
he thought it would have been Angela.

"Oh, um!"  Ben blurted out, blushing a deep, dark
crimson shade.  "I'm-sorry- I'm-sorry- I'm-sorry!" He
started to repeat quickly, as he started to back up
out of the kitchen.

"Like mother, like son." Mike couldn't help but
chuckle, recalling that this was the second time today
he'd been walked in on.  

Ben's retreat stopped when he backed right into the
archway at the threshold of the kitchen and hallway.

"Ben...  It's okay." Mike said reassuringly.  "Your
mother and I were just...enjoying ourselves."

Ben stood with his back against the wall, eyes
glancing quickly from his dad to his mom.  Okay, maybe
he wasn't going to get killed for walking in on them
like this.  He still felt like he wanted to curl up
into a ball and hide though.  Or, better yet, run
upstairs to the bathroom and relieve himself of the
raging hard on he had in his jeans.

Sarah started to slide herself off the table, her hand
holding her skirt down to keep from giving any more
free shows.  

Mike glanced at his wife now, "Hey.  Where do you
think you're going?"  

Sarah glanced at her husband, confused.  She opened
her mouth to answer, but couldn't think of answer
other than the obvious one.

Mike smiled more, "We're not done yet, you know."  He
then looked to Ben, "Maybe you can give me a hand,
son.  What do you think?"

Both Ben and Sarah both stared at Mike in disbelief. 
Ben was sure that his ears weren't functioning
properly.  He couldn't have just heard that.  Or maybe
this was all some sort of dream.  Sarah's disbelief
was only momentary though, she realized where Mike was
going with this and the only thing that came to her
mind now was "Why not?"

"You see, I need to fuck your mother."  Mike said with
the same smile.  "And I figured, if you wanted to, you
can help me."

"You, you...."  Ben stammered out, still in disbelief. 
"Want me to have sex with mom?"

Mike laughed and shook his head.  "No.  Having sex
just sounds way too clean.  Your mom needs to be
fucked.  Totally different thing."

Ben blinked a few more times and then looked at his
mother, sitting on the edge of the kitchen table now. 
His eyes looked back to her waist first, but she had
covered up.  He glances up at her face and saw that
she was smiling.  Maybe this wasn't all his
imagination after all.  She moved slightly and her
movement drew his eyes back down to her waist.  She
was opening her legs very slowly, just so he could
see.

Ben's eyes were transfixed as his mom's seething
pussy, but he nodded slowly.

"Great."  Mike said, clapping his hands together. 
"And don't worry, if you have any questions, both your
mother and I will be happy to answer them.  Right
honey?"

"Of course."  Sarah's knees were about a foot apart
now.  The way Ben was staring at her, well, it just
made her tingle all over.

"Come closer."  Mike said, using his hand to motion
Ben closer.  "She's not going to bite you know."

Ben swallowed and nodding, moving closer to the table
with just little steps.  Mike took a step back, not
wanting to distract Ben or stand in his way.

"Would you like to touch me?"  Sarah asked her son.

Ben felt more than a bit dizzy, but nodded again. 
"Yes."

"Where?"

"Umm..."  Ben started to say.  Even with this scene in
front of him, his mom half naked and spreading her
legs for him, he still felt weird using `dirty' words
in front of her.  "Your...  your..."  He just couldn't
bring himself to say it, so he just pointed at her
lap.

"Oh, honey, you can say it."  Sarah replied, Ben's
nervousness was starting to pierce through her
excitement.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after
all.  "You can call it anything you want...  Just as
long as you start touching it."

Ben nodded slightly and reached his hand towards his
mom's skirt.  He wished his hand would stop shaking so
much, because it made him feel like a child.  That
wasn't going to stop him though, not when it was this
close to happening.

He stood right in front of his mom and slid his hand
under her skirt.  He was being careful not to touch
her legs or anything else, not until he touched `it.' 
He had this image that the minute he touched her,
she'd suddenly change her mind, so he wanted to make
it count.

Then he felt her.  Warm, soft, almost slimy.  Her skin
felt just like warm, melty jello under his finger
tips.  He only felt her for a second and then she
pulled back.  He glanced up at her face, looking
startled and confused.

Sarah just smiled at her son, "its okay.  Mom is just
a bit sensitive."  

It was true.  After Mike's oral attentions, the
nervous fingertips of her son were almost enough to
send her right over the edge just from contact.  That
didn't stop her though, as she shifted her hips and
pushed herself towards his fingers, feeling him slip
slightly between her lips.

Ben's eyes went wide again when he felt his fingers
slip into his mother.  He knew that was possible and
how it worked, he spent many hours thinking about it,
but he never really thought about how it would feel.

"How does that feel?"  Sarah asked her son, entranced
by the look of wonder on his face.  The very slight
movements of his fingers were sending sparks through
her body.

"Good."  Ben managed to croak out, still staring down
at her skirt.  

Sarah smiled more and then reached to her hip,
unbuttoning the skirt.  She couldn't take the skirt
off without making Ben remove his hand and that was
something she had no intention of doing.  So instead
she just shifted the skirt down a bit.  Just enough so
that he could see where the tips of his fingers were
inside her.

To Ben it felt like half his hand was up inside his
mother.  So he was surprised when he saw that only two
of his fingers were in her and even those were barely
fingernails length inside her.

"Why don't we show Ben what oral sex is like?"  Mike
offered, standing on the side with a wide smirk on his
face.  He was sure his wife wouldn't be able to resist
that idea.

Another small orgasm rocked through Sarah at just the
thought of seeing Ben's face between her legs.  His
eager little tongue lapping up at his mom's juices. 
Before she could even direct him in this, she found
that Ben had other ideas.

At the mention of oral sex, Ben remembered what he had
almost, sort of seen Kat do in the movie theater.  He
immediately pulled his fingers from his mom and moved
out from standing between her legs, moving to stand
closer to where her head was.

Mike couldn't help but chuckle at this.  Ben certainly
was an eager learner now.

Sarah's disappointment at the change of plans lasted
only a split second.  She just licked her lips as her
son's waist came closer to her.  She shifted over a
bit on the table, letting her skirt fall to the floor
and getting her face closer to the edge.  She lay back
as her hands reached to Ben's jeans.

"Mom is going to take your dick out now, okay honey?"

"Yes."  Ben's voice was a mix of barely understood
desire and nervousness.  He couldn't even remember the
last time mom had seen his willy.

Now it was Sarah's hands that were shaking, but just
like her son before her, she proceeded with steadfast
resolve.  She took the hem of his blue jeans gently,
unbuttoned the top button, the slid the zipper down. 
She let his jeans drop to the floor, revealing his
plain cotton briefs.  The bulge in the front of them
was unmistakable.

She glanced up at her son's face as her fingers traced
the outline of the bulge.  She watched as his pulse
obviously quickened in his body, his eyelids
flickering and twitching.  Through the outline, she
found the tip of his dick, complete with a dark wet
spot right at the end.  She let her fingers travel
over this for a few moments as she continued to watch
him try to remain composure.

She reluctantly removed her hand from his bulge, but
quickly brought them to his hips.  Slid his briefs
down; his engorged dick springing out at her once it
was free from its confines.

His dick was small and thin.  Just about six inches
long, but it was flawless.  It was mostly pale around
the base with just the smallest amount of downy, dark
hair.  His balls were small and just slightly redder,
still firm and springy.  His shaft was a pale red,
almost like it was blushing.

She went back to looking at his face as she wrapped
her fingers around his length, stroking it slowly in
her palm.  His reaction was immediate, his eyes closed
and he gasped for air with a sharp intake.  A new bead
of pre-cum formed at his tip, glistening in its
purity.

She moved her face a bit closer and snaked her tongue
out.  Letting just the tip of her tongue touched the
tip of his dick, collecting the salt bead and
swallowing it.  It wasn't enough for her to really
taste, but she decided she'd remedy that situation
immediately.

Leaning even closer, she guided his dick into her
mouth.  Engulfing the entire length in her waiting
mouth, the sensation was almost enough to make him
fall over.  He felt weak all over, the room seemed
like it was spinning around him.  Everything seemed to
stop existing, except for his mother's mouth and his
dick in it.

Sarah gently cupped her son's balls in her hand.  Just
holding them warmly for a moment, before starting the
gently squeeze and kneed them.  That's when she felt
Mike move between her legs.  She didn't bother to look
down to see what he was doing; she just kept her
attention on her young son and his pleasure.

Mike gripped her legs tightly, and then pushed his
cock deep into his wife.  He didn't tease her, he just
entered her.  Slipping into her until his hair was
grinding against her hips.  Sarah let out a loud moan,
a moan the vibrated right up into Ben.

Sarah's free hand gripped Ben's ass and pulled him
against her face, forcing his entire shaft into her
mouth.  Her lips wrapped around it, her tongue cupping
it's underside as she sucked on him.  She could feel
his entire body twitch as he gasped for air.

Mike started to drive himself into and out of his wife
as he watched her push his son's dick entirely into
her mouth.  He held her hips as he rocked forward and
back on his feet.  Each thrust made her body shutter,
but he gripped her tightly, keeping her from slipping
further back on the table.  

Sarah used her hand on Ben's ass to guide him in and
out of her mouth, showing him how to fuck his own
mother's mouth.  Her motions were slow at first, but
it only took a moment for him to start the motion on
his own.  

Ben just watched in a daze as his dick moved in and
out of his mother's mouth.  It was almost as if it was
happening to someone else.  He saw his hips moving
against her face and then back again, but it didn't
feel like it was his doing.  The only thing that made
him feel like this was really happened were her eyes
looking up at him.  They continued to look up at him
even when her nose disappeared against his skin.

Sarah just moaned in ecstasy from the double fucking
she was receiving.  She stared up at her son's face
and studied the look of absolute wonderment and lust
that was painted across it.  Then she felt Mike's dick
grow slightly and get even more rigid.  She knew he
was about to cum and started to suck on Ben even
harder, wanting him to cum too.

She could feel Mike's tip swell up inside her, capping
her off tightly.  Then he twitched slightly inside her
and she could feel him start to spurt inside her. 
Just small squirts, one, then two, then three, then
finally one long, strong spurt that coated her walls. 
The warm sticky feeling inside her pushed her right
over the edge, her body teetering with one of the most
intense climaxes she'd ever experienced.

Her mouth sucked on her son with a wanting thirst, her
tongue lashing back and forth across him.  Her hand
gripping him tightly, not letting his hips retreat
from her mouth.  She watched as his eyes closed and
his face screwed up into a grimace.  His dick quivered
in her mouth and then the steamy liquid filled her
throat.  Splashing out of him with an urgent need for
release.

For a long moment, all three bodies just stood still.

Sarah drew her mouth back slowly, still sucking on her
son's rapidly deflating dick.  It left her mouth with
a little popping noise and dangled lightly in front of
her face.  

"How did that feel, honey?"  She looked up at him with
a smile.

"That was..."  Ben started to say, between labored huffs
of air.  "...fantastic."  Was the only word is
bewildered mind could come up with.

Mike took a step back from the table, feeling
exhausted but elated.  He looked over his wife on the
table, how her belly still quivered.  How his cum was
just starting to ooze out of her over stimulated
pussy.

"Why don't you go take your dad's place?"  Sarah
suggested, "I want to you to fuck me too, honey.  And
dad can come up here and let me clean him off too."

Ben glanced down at his mother's hips, his mind
jumping at the chance to try that.

"Whoa!  Hold on a second there!"  Mike was quick to
interject.  "The poor boy has been through enough for
his first time.  How about we just let him recover a
bit?  We can always do this again."

Mike tried to remain looking calm, but his mind was a
panicked jumble of crossed wires.  He wasn't sure he
could make it through another round without going into
coronary arrest.  And he doubted that a trip to the
hospital would be the best way to end this.

Sarah glanced at her husband and nodded slightly, "I
guess you might be right."

Ben just nodded slowly, a little disappointed, but
then again, taking a nap sounded almost as good.

"We can do it again tonight."  Sarah said, smiling as
she looked back to Ben.  "How would you like to spend
the night with your mom?"

The disappointment slipped out of Ben's mind and he
smiled, "That would be great, mom."


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