Splashing Marta 3 

Saturday dawned, as they always tend to do. Ross fixed himself some breakfast then made out a shopping list.  He drove into town, then spent some time filling his list.  Wine, flowers, bath oils for Mary Jane and, not least, a huge Teddy Bear pyjama case for Marta. He drove home humming happily to himself and put the white wine in his fridge and the red wine on the window sill. He didn’t know which wine Mary Jane would prefer so he had both ready.  

Prompt at 5 minutes to six he strode across the plot between the two trailers, savouring the delicious cooking smells wafting from the one he was approaching.  He had all his offerings in a big tote bag, hidden from view.  He knocked on the door and waited.  Mary Jane opened the door and, smiling broadly, invited him in.  The smell of the meal was very strong now and his gastric juices began to flow. He dipped into his bag and produced the large bunch of flowers, presenting them to Mary Jane with a flourish.  She accepted the gift with a radiant smile “Oh Ross, how beautiful, thank you so much”, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, he smelt her perfume for the first time, he had not been this close before. She ushered him to the lounge and asked him to sit, before he did, he produced the wine and put it on the small coffee table, “I have chilled the Chardonnay already” he told her, “just pop it in your fridge”. “The Pinot Noir is at a good temperature to be opened now if  you wish”.  “Oh Ross, I know nothing about wine, you take charge of it please”, she said. “OK Mary Jane, leave it to me” he replied.  She looked him straight in the face, “please call me Madge, it easier to say, my real friends call me Madge and you are a real friend”.  He felt himself colouring up, “thank you - Madge” he said quietly.  He had been checking her out since he arrived, she was no great beauty but she had  a great sensuality about her, a certain grace in her movements, almost feline. She was wearing a pair of  brown slacks, quite tight around her bum and a zipped top in pink and beige, the zipper was down far enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. He went to the kitchen and put the white wine in the fridge. He opened the red wine to let it breathe. On returning to the lounge he was about to ask where Marta had got to when the pink projectile again blasted out of a side room and hit him amidships. “Hiya hun how ya doin” she said hugging his legs, her face pressed into his crotch.  Embarrassed, he lifted her up and was about to kiss her hair when she lunged forward and kissed him full on his lips, her tongue seeking entry to his mouth.  “Whoa there, back off little one” he said with a big smile.  Madge laughed softly “I told you when we met she was a mite friendly”  He placed Marta on to a chair and produced the Teddy Bear from his bag, handing it to her without a word. What happened next surprised him.  Marta took the gift from him, looked at her Mom and burst into tears.  She hugged the toy to her chest and sobbed quietly.  Ross looked at Madge, confused. “Don’t worry hun” she said “ she don’t get many presents, you just made her very happy but she don’t know how to tell you, we are both used to being hard up and just getting by day to day”. Ross suddenly felt very angry, not with Madge and Marta, but with the crappy system that allowed them to live in such poor conditions. He said nothing but reached for Madge and hugged her close, stroking her neck gently.  “Way to go Ross” piped up Marta suddenly.  They both looked at her, still in a warm embrace, “Mom aint wearin no bra tonight” she continued, “you gotta see her titties, they’re real neat”  “Oh Marta, what a thing to say to Ross” Madge said in a shocked tone of voice, backing away from him. Ross laughed out loud, “you two are a real tonic, I love you both to bits, real people, real honest, priceless.”  Madge took hold of his hand and led him into the kitchen, she looked into his face “Sorry about that Ross, she gets a little too frank sometimes”.  “Hey, no problem, I like it, it’s fresh and honest, no fancy dressing, just the facts, I can live with that, besides, I could feel you had no bra on when I cuddled you”.  “Oh Ross you are a wicked man” she grinned at him. “but I will have to take her word for how neat they are” he finished the sentence. Madge blushed deep red.

Ross helped to serve up the meal and poured the wine for himself and Madge, he had not forgotten the ice cream soda for Marta, although she actually drank more wine than her own soft drink.  The food was terrific. Madge was a very good cook.  They talked about their circumstances that brought them both to the trailer park and Ross began to feel very angry again.  He realised in a flash that he had the means to help them both but would Madge agree to it. He said nothing there and then , biding his time.

As the evening progressed and the wine flowed, Ross realised that he was becoming deeply fond of these two people, Marta the six year old hussy and Mary Jane, the tough survivor.  He wasn’t entirely sure but it appeared that the zipper  on  Madge’s jumper was getting lower, he could see almost to her belly button and the swell of her breasts on both sides.  Marta had eaten as much as the two adults, she had a terrific appetite. The wine was making her a bit “woozy” and she asked Ross to help her to the bathroom. He looked at Madge for guidance “you go ahead hun, she likes you, she will let you do anything you want, don’t bother me neither, I know you won’t hurt her”.  Suitably permitted, Ross took Marta to the bathroom and took off her panties, lifting her onto the toilet seat. Marta peed long and loud, grunting as she did so. Ross was beginning to love that sound, so basic, so natural.  He wiped her dry and pulled her panties up, taking her back to the table.  “I gotta pee too  now, you gonna help me”? said Madge.  Marta giggled, Ross was very confused. “Go on Ross, she don’t bite none” said Marta, helpfully.  He followed Madge to the bathroom, she stood in front of the toilet pan and looked hard at him.  He reached for her waistband and pulled her slacks down to her ankles, she kicked them off then looked at him again. His hands trembled as he reached for her pretty gold coloured panties, she sighed softly as he briefly touched her hips in his efforts to pull her panties down. He took them off her ankles and she sat on the toilet seat opening her knees wide, just as Marta had done. She unzipped her top and shrugged it back off her shoulders revealing beautiful round breasts with perky pink nipples.  He knelt down in front of her and stared at her nakedness “Like what you see” she asked with a husky tone to her voice. “very much” he replied.  She grunted and let loose her stream of pee into the pan. “Like mother like daughter”, thought Ross.  Her pee smelt very strong and was a soft yellow colour. She trickled to a finish and looked at Ross again expectantly, he took some tissue and wiped her dry very gently. “Thanks” she said softly.

He went back into the lounge, leaving Madge to get dressed “Didja see her pussy”? asked Marta.  “Yes I did and her titties” he replied. “Way to go” said Marta happily, “you is family now”. Ross felt suddenly content, these people were crude but far more honest than most he had to deal with on a daily basis. Madge returned fully dressed  and poured herself another glass of wine. “That meal was absolutely the best I have had”, declared Ross, “ and you two girls are the sweetest I have ever known in my life”.  Marta rushed over and cuddled his legs, her head once again nestled in his crotch, Madge put her arms around his neck and kissed him long and passionately. “He’s getting a boner” declared Marta from her low slung vantage point. Ross laughed out loud and kissed Madge again.  “She tells it like it is, no fancy words, no pretence, Madge, your daughter is a real star”.  Madge grinned at him, “thanks hun, you are kinda honest yourself, you didn’t try to deny you was feelin’ her up, just felt guilty ‘bout bein’ caught doin’ it - kinda natural reaction for a perv” She grinned at him. “OK, I plead the fifth amendment” stated Ross, with an equally big smile.  Marta piped up “watcha talkin’ about, you two, are ya goin’ to make out together or not, I need a new daddy and Ross is my choice, he made me cum three times, no bother at all, bet he could make you cum lots too Mom, huh, watcha reckon”?  Madge and Ross both hugged little Marta and told her that they would  work on it. 

They began to clear the dishes to the kitchen, Ross and Madge both chatting happily about nothing in particular, Marta, trying to work out what was going on, asked if she could have a bath, hoping to get some attention herself.  Ross understood her cry for attention and told her he would help her to take a shower because he did not want to leave this warm and friendly place to return to his own, cold trailer.  Marta settled for this option and headed to the bathroom, shedding clothes as she went.  He told Madge to leave the washing up until he could help her and went to the bathroom to be with Marta.  Ross turned on the shower, testing the temperature, Marta took another pee, grunting as she did so, much to his quiet amusement.  He hosed her off in the shower, making her giggle loudly as he chased her with the shower spray.  He helped her to towel dry and get into her pyjamas, then he carried her to her bed and tucked her in, kissing her gently. “You gonna fuck my mom”? she asked  “I sure do hope so”, he replied. “Way to go daddy, see you tomorrow”. 

He returned to the kitchen where Madge was working her way through the mountain of pans and plates.  He put on some rubber gloves and set to, scrubbing and drying. “ You had best go say goodnight to Marta before she falls asleep” he told her. “that little girl just called me Daddy, it sounded kinda good to me”.  Madge stopped what she was doing and looked at him, long and hard “ I believe that you really mean that” she said. “I do” He replied softly. “I really do”.  

Madge went to Marta’s room, her daughter was cuddling the big Teddy that Ross had brought her. “how ya doin hun, ? She asked softly. “I’m fine Mom, you aint goin’ to let him leave us are you”?  “ No, I am not going to let him go” replied Madge. “Even if ya gotta let him fuck you every night”? asked Marta. “I could live with that” said Madge. “Way to go Mom”, replied a very sleepy Marta.