You have been waiting long enough. I hope it was worth the wait.
The Shock of My Life
Jakes 45th Birthday
By Allison Bodiford
Well, here goes. I know most of you don’t believe I have done all these things. Believe me when I tell you, I don’t believe it either. But I have, and when I started out as a sixteen year old letting boys touch me outside my clothes I had no idea it would lead to this. Really.
My husband was my first true love, and the first man to have sex with me.
I am straight as the Desert Highway, and nowhere near as fast. At least that was the way I saw it until Jake’s forty-fifth birthday party.
For those who haven’t read how it all started for me and Jake I would refer you to “Allison’s Confession.” I am sure you can find it on the net somewhere. I was thirty-five when he and I first had sex, and God help me, he was only fourteen, though in my defense, not many fourteen year old boys have an eight inch dick. We had been at a nude beach in France, and one thing led to another. But I want retell it here.
Jake has two sisters, and two sons by me. Mine and my husband’s children were all born within the first three and a half years of our marriage. Jake’s sons were born to me late; I was 37, and 39. I love both sets of children, and as far as my husband knows, they are all his.
Katy, my oldest is two years older than Jake, and Melissa, my middle child, and now I know my wild child, is just a year older. Jake’s one son is 17 years younger, and the other 15 years younger. Montague, the oldest and Robert is the apple of their father’s and my eye. But this is Melissa’ story.
So on Jake’s forty-fifth birthday Katy was forty-seven, Melissa was forty-six. Monty was thirty, and Robert had just turned twenty-eight. I had just turned sixty-six. (For those of you keeping tabs, yes that was this past year.)
Now at sixty-seven I am still fit, though not immune to the sags of time. I am little at 5’6”, one-hundred forty-one pounds. I have thirty-six C cup breasts, a result of the last two boys. My hips are a little wider now at thirty-eight inches. My measurements are 36C-30-38. Not quite my girlish figure, but for an old gal, not bad either. I don’t dye my hair, Jake likes it natural. I am gray, but my hair remains thick and long. I shave my girl every other day. No stubble for us.
I still look like Jean Crane, but just a little older. My friends tell me I could pass for my middle fifties. All I know is Jake likes to fuck me and Jacob, my husband takes a blue pill three times a month and he gets his share of me too. But I digress. (I just love thinking about getting fucked.)
Melissa is the kind of beautiful a man likes to have on his arm. She has medium length dark brown hair. She resembles, but doesn’t look like, that girl on “Friends” that married Chandler the last season. Her body is tall; she got it from her daddy. She stands about 5’9”. Her measurements are 35B-26-29. She doesn’t weigh very much either, maybe a hundred and twenty-eight. When she was a teen I thought she might be anorexic, but it turns out she is just skinny.
Jake is married to Kara. Kara is one of those women you see on the calendars in a mechanics garage. She is slender, at just one-hundred and twenty-six pounds, stands at 5’5”, has a 34C-26-28 body even after two children. One boy, one girl, and they are great kids. Kara is Jakes age. She dye’s her hair blonde, but if memory serves it was naturally a light brown. (Yes, that means that Jake has four natural children, two by me, and two by his wife.)
So there you are the description of the three women Jake fucks regularly. I know, Melissa is his sister, and I am going to tell you how all that started. Don’t quit on me. I do get to the juicy parts eventually. I promise.
Melissa has three children. They are all girls. She has her hands full since her husband left her for a blonde twenty year old bimbo he met at the office. That was two years ago. For the first year and then some he didn’t even come see the girls. They never go to his house, and I understand he has a new son.
Melissa had a hard time adjusting. Many nights I would be over at her house taking care of the girls as she lay in the bed crying. Her depression was deep and hard on everyone, most of all on her. These last six months she has been coming out of it thanks to Jake and Kara paying a lot of attention to her and getting her out into the flow and ebb of life again. Maybe that’s why this happened.
The week before the party, a birthday surprise for Jake, we were getting together regularly to plan it. She and I were drinking wine in her kitchen that Saturday night. Melissa was getting a little tipsy as she is prone to do from time to time. Some music was playing and she was swaying to it.
Watching her dance and her summer dress clinging to her form, her hair swaying with her hips I wondered to myself what that bimbo had that this angel didn’t. I mean I know I am the girl’s mother, but she is sexy as hell, and beautiful.
“Mom, I want to tell you something, but don’t freak okay.” She said, still dancing.
“I don’t freak baby, you know that.” I really don’t…much.
“It freaks me out a little.” She whispered, taking a sip of wine.
I thought, oh no, she going to tell me one of the girls is pregnant or she has decided to be gay or something. I bucked myself up for the shock.
“Mom”, her voice a hoarse whisper, “I think I am in love.”
That’s not so bad, so I didn’t freak out.
“Do I know this person?” I didn’t want to judge.
“Yes.” She answered simply.
I wanted to smack her.
“Okay, do you want to tell me their name?” I asked more gently than my nerves wanted me to.
“This is the freak out part mom.” She said suddenly serious.
I nodded my readiness at the news.
I’m not sure how long it was before I spoke. She just let that lay there between us till I did.
“Your own brother?” I should sound more incredulous I was thinking.
“Yes, mom, that Jake.” She was being coy with me now. No more wine for her.
“Well, he is a good man, and he’s been very nice to you and the girls, honey. I suppose it’s only natural you feel something for him. He is you brother after all.”
I was being very good. After all she just told me she was in love with the boy that had been fucking me for thirty-one years, and yes, I am in love with my son. So I was jealous but I was still mom, and I was holding onto a secret. On the outside at least, I didn’t freak.
“What do you mean “in love” then dear?” I asked in my most motherly voice.
“I mean the “I am going to seduce him and let him know he can have me anyway and anytime he wants”- in love.” She looked me straight in the eye.
kay, now I was freaking out. The hell you say, bitch, he’s mine! I was screaming it in my head anyway, but I didn’t say it out loud. Instead I said, “Do you know what you’re saying, honey?”
“Yes, ma’am; I know it’s awful, but I can’t help it. I’ve felt this way for a long time, but then I got married, and well with things like they are, I just feel the time might be right. If he wants me he can have me.”
“Honey”, I could feel the voice of the crafty witch trying to dissuade her, “what about Kara?”
She hung her head. “I know. I love her and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or the kids. It could just be our secret. I just…mom, I am so horny and the toys don’t do it for me. I don’t want another man in the girls life, and I just…” Her reason was slipping.
“Well,” slap me somebody, I don’t believe I am about to say this, “have you talked to him? Does he feel the same way?”
“I’m not sure he feels the same way, but I catch him looking at me sometimes. Almost the way he looks at you.” She let that hit me.
“What…?” I stammered.
“Mom, I know about you and Jake. I saw you once when we were teenagers. I was supposed to be over at Debbie’s house, but I came home to get my bathing suit. I heard a noise and crept down the hall to see what was going on. I have to say, I only ever see that look of pleasure on your face when he’s around.”
She looked me in the eye, a small smile, a timid smile on her face. She was pleading for me not to be mad at her.
“Melissa…I mean…Honey…You can’t be…Oh, honey, I am so sorry.” It is the only time I was ashamed of me and Jake.
Mom, don’t be sorry. I mean dad’s great, but he was never home, and it was better than either of you running around being horn dogs and maybe catching something. I’m not upset mom. I wasn’t upset then. I was a little jealous. I mean the boy is hung like a bull.” She was laughing now.
I took a sip of wine.
“So are you still doing it?” She asked me.
I looked at her, not wanting to answer. But my head nodded.
“I knew it. Mom I want to be with Jake. Can you help me? I won’t interfere with you and him. He doesn’t have to know I know.”
I was torn. Here my heartbroken depressed little girl was asking me to get her laid, and I was jealous. But I love them both. I know one day I will be gone and they will be left alone. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? I shook my head to rattle out the thoughts.
“Please mom. I don’t know who else to talk to. I mean, I can’t ask Kara if I can fuck her husband.” She was hurt and desperate.
“Let me think.” I begged her.
The wind was gone out of me. I had carried this wonderful secret around for all these years, a precious treasure and now my little girl was telling me she knew of my secret. Moreover she wanted to try it on for size. I looked her in the eye and my heart melted.
“What do you want me to do?” I surrendered.
“I just want you to set it up so that I can be alone with him for a couple of hours before the party, but on that day. I want it to be a birthday present for him.”
I tapped my chin. I was really thinking about how to set my lover up with my own daughter, his sister. Where had my mother and father gone so wrong?
“Let me think about how to do it, and I’ll let you know.”
She squealed with delight and rushed me. She hugged me close, her breast crushing mine, and I could feel the sexual excitement exude from her. Jake is going to be a lucky man. She let me go.
“Will you tell me some of the things he likes?” She asked.
In for a penny, in for a pound they say.
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, for starters, tell me how you two got together. Are you still doing it?”
Well, I guess I still had some secrets.
“Yes, we still get together. Remember last month that weekend I took off to the Bahamas’ and your dad didn’t want to go?”
“Yes…you mean the same weekend Jake went out of town on business and Kara came and stayed with me?”
“Was it good? I mean…” She didn’t know what she meant.
“Honey, with Jake it is always good. Always!”
Suddenly her hand went to her mouth. “Mama, the two boys, Monty and Robert, their Jakes?”
Caught! I was hoping she wouldn’t put two and two together. I nodded my answer.
“Oh, mama, that is so beautiful.” She was crying.
“Melissa, you know things now that in the light of morning and sobriety might repulse you. Honey, I never want to hurt your father. He loves those boys. They are his pride and joy just like the three of you. He doesn’t know. It would kill him to know. Please. Please. Please, no matter how mad you get at me or Jake, you can never tell anyone. Not anyone at all! Not even your psychiatrist.”
“Mama, I love them too. They are my brothers. No…they’re my nephews. No, they’re both. Wow.” She was non plus.
“Yes, wow.” I said in the smallest voice in me. I wasn’t ashamed. I was scared.
“Oh, mama, it must have been so hard on you.” She hugged me again. She pulled my head into her bosom and once again I could feel the sexual heat of her. My mind raced back all those years ago in France, on that nude beach. She took her top off and teased poor teenaged Jake with those pert little buds. Now she was a full woman.
I pulled away to look her in the eye. I have to admit it was cathartic having someone else know, even if I was as scared as though I were in front of God having to answer for all of this.
“You don’t hate me?” I asked. Tears were forming in my eyes now.
“No, mom, I don’t hate you. It must have been the most wonderful thing to give someone you love a child.”
“All I could think of when we first started is the next time we would do it again. And I wanted Jake’s children as much as I wanted your fathers. I…” I was explaining as I cried.
“Mom, it’s okay; I understand. I really do.” She held me again.
I took in the scent of her. Jake was going to love fucking his sister. That is if he took her up on it. In an epiphany I knew I wanted it to happen as much as she did.
“Well,” clearing my throat and wiping my eyes, “I guess we better plan the seduction of Jake.”
That’s how it all started. Now here we are the night of the party. I had told Jake to come over around three that Saturday, I would have an errand for him to run. It was two-thirty when Melissa walked in.
She was in a blue paisley print dress, the kind that crosses over the bust line and the sash ties at the hip, a wrap dress. It was new. The silk clung to her every curve. She either had a camisole on or she wasn’t wearing a bra. Either way the effect was the same. She was stunning.
“Oh, my” was all I could get out.
“You like it?” She twirled for my approval.
“Honey,” I whispered, “If he doesn’t fuck you I will.” I winked at her laugh.
“Thanks mom. I’m a little nervous.” She took my hand and I led her to the patio where Jacob was cleaning the grill. The tent for the party was already up and I would have to act fast when Jake got here to keep him from knowing what’s going on. The band was supposed to arrive at five-thirty to set up. (Can you tell I was nervous?)
“Hey dad.” Melissa Kissed Jacob.
He gave out a wolf whistle. “Wow, you clean up nice.” He told her.
“Oh, it’s just an old dress.” She lied.
“You come to help?” Jacob made small talk.
“Yea, I get to keep Jake busy and get him back here in time.” She smiled.
“Kara and the kids coming over early then?” This to me.
I nodded. “Yep. They told him Jimmy had a soccer practice today and Kim would be going out with her boyfriend. Kara told him she was going to one of her friends, so he’s home alone. I told him to pick Melissa up here at three. They’re going to run out to RTP and pick up some stuff I ordered.” (For those not familiar with North Carolina, RTP is the Research Triangle Park.)
Jacob nodded his head. He is a beautiful man whose words were precious as gold, and spread around about as often. I stroked his cheek and kissed it, wiping the lipstick off behind me. Melissa and I returned inside.
“All set?” I looked Melissa in the eye.
“No second thoughts?” I asked.
“No, mom; I’m ready for whatever he decides. I tell him today.”
I clenched her hands in mine. I felt like I was letting her go on her first date.
“I will tell you one thing he likes.” I had decided over the week to share a little of us with her.
“Please, mom. I want everything to be just right.” She was as giddy as a girl on her first date. We were in sync. We had gotten back to the living room. I took a seat so that I could see Jake pull up. She sat down next to me. No way would Jacob be able to hear us talking.
“He likes to eat out a woman to her first orgasm.” I said a little shyly.
“Really?” She giggled. “What else?”
“I think if you get that far you can discover yourself what else he likes.” I could tease as good as the next girl.
Just then Jake pulled into the driveway. “Come on, I don’t want him coming in just now. I think the party is still a surprise.”
We met Jake just as he was getting out of the car. “Hey honey.” I almost laughed at the expression on his face. He didn’t know which one of us to look at. For him at least, I still have “it”.
“Wow, Mel, you look awesome. It’s a shame I’m married.” He teased her. She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek.
“You wish!” She teased him back. “Happy birthday little brother.”
“Thank you Mel. Hey mom. How’s my girl? He winked at me. His winks always make me weak in the knees.
“I’m fine honey. Happy birthday.” I leaned into him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He cupped my breast like he always does. I don’t think Melissa could see it, but she had the most amused smile.
“Well you kids get on. I’ll be here. Thanks for doing this. Your father is a little under the weather so I think I better stick close by.” I lied.
“We’ll do fine, won’t we little brother?” Melissa teased him.
“Yep. We’ll be back shortly mom. Maybe I can take you two girls out for dinner sometime. I think Kara is taking me out tonight.” He was getting in the car.
“That sounds fun. I hope you have a nice birthday.” I waved as they pulled out. Sneaky little mom. I couldn’t believe the wetness in my girl just then.
I went to the patio and Jacob was taking out a folding table. “I’m going to get a quick nap Jacob. Don’t let me sleep past four, okay?”
“Alright, dear.” He kept at his tasks. The young man I had hired to set up the tent was helping him.
I had to have some release. I headed to the bedroom, and my toy drawer.
This is what Melissa related to me. I tell it to you as she told it to me:
“Mom, you were right. With Jake it is wonderful!”
Okay, so much for the question of if he took her up on it.
“So did the Governor’s Inn make a nice setting?” We had booked a room last Wednesday. I had the Champaign sent up with some love nest food.
“Mom, when I told him to take me to the hotel, I wanted to sit at the bar and talk to him he looked like a boy caught in a lie.” She giggled. “When we got settled in to the booth and some drinks ordered I asked him again if he liked the dress. He said yes. I told him I had bought it for him. Mom, he looked so cute and confused.”
I have to admit I was a little jealous, and had to bite my tongue. I was also a little antsy for details.
“He is so handsome. I hadn’t really thought about that till tonight. I just knew he was my brother and I loved him, and then that I wanted to be his girl. But he is handsome. I don’t blame you.”
“Shhh! Your father isn’t in bed yet.” I warned her. We were sitting on the back side of the yard in a swing close to the tent. As far away as I could get and still be in the yard. But I was nervous as a hen. I had never talked about this with anyone but Jake and mostly we just did it, not talk about it.
“He’s asleep on the couch in front of the TV mama. Don’t be so silly.” She swatted at the air in my direction.
“As I was saying, I was taking a sip of my drink, and out of the blue he asked me, so what’s up Mel? Am I in trouble for something?
“No, it’s just that it’s your birthday, and I wanted to give you a present that I hope you like. I had to get you alone just in case.”
“Anything you want to give me Mel, I’ll love.” He told her.
“I hope so. Listen…Jake; you know I love you right?”
“Mel, you’re not sick?” he looked worried to her.
“No, I’m sorry; I’m not doing this very well.” (I can just see Melissa looking down at the table playing with her drink.)
He got up and moved to her side of the booth and put his arm around her. “What is it Mel. You’re scaring me.”
“Mom, I looked into his face and those pretty honey eyes, and leaned in and kissed him. I half expected for him to push me off, but he just kissed me back, a soft tentative kiss, like a first kiss you know?” I did indeed. His kisses can be so soft and then filled with so much passion you just can’t hold it all.
“So then he pulled back and said, “Mel?”
I nodded. “I love you Jake. I’m your gift… if you want me.”
“Mom, he sat there, his arm around me. For a minute, I thought I had blown it. But then he put his arm around me. “I love you too, Mel. But there is a lot to consider. We can’t be together as man and wife. I don’t want to divorce Kara, or hurt her and the kids. What would mom think? I find you so attractive, but what would all this mean to all of those we love?”
(That’s my boy. He thought of me, and he thought of his wife, and his family. I was proud of him. )
“I couldn’t argue with his logic, so I just kissed him again, and then I reached down and put his hand on my breast. When I pulled back and looked into his eyes I told him I loved him, I loved Kara, and knew I was always number three. I don’t think he caught that.” She winked at me.
“I told him that this was between him and I, no one else, and that I would be satisfied being with him like I always had, and the few stolen moments he might give me, but that I wanted to make love to him and him to me.”
“Well, that was long winded of you.” I told her.
“That’s what he said!” She laughed a happy laugh. It was her first one in two and a half years.
“Mom, I told him I had a room just in case, and he nodded; he was in shock I think; paid for the drinks and off we went. When we got to the room I opened the door, but before I could walk through it, he picked me up and carried me in, kissing me like a new bride.
I was more nervous than I was on my own wedding night.” She took a sip of wine. We swung while she smiled her way through the memory of it.
She is speaking now, soft, telling an intimate secret and relishing it again.
“He set my feet on the floor. He took me in his arms and looked me so deep in the eye mom, I felt a flutter in my soul, and…well you know where else. “Mel, are you sure of this. I don’t ever want to lose you. This is a big deal. A very big deal!” He asked me again.
I kissed his lips again, I slipped my tongue into his open mouth, we held that moment for all it was worth. It was a true lover’s kiss, mom, and oh, what a kiss. I looked him in the eye when we broke and told him, “I’ve been sure since we were in college.
Why do men get a shit eating grin just before their going to get laid?”
She was almost serious in her question to me. I smiled. I get the same grin when I am about to fuck Jake. Why not?
“He smiled at me, and took my hand. He had seen the Champaign. “Pretty sure of yourself weren’t you?” I just smiled. If only you knew buster, I thought to myself.” She paused.
“I swear mom I didn’t let on for a minute about what I know.” I believed her.
“He poured the glasses and we sipped the sweet bubbly drink. “Happy birthday Jake” I told him. He said thank you with his smile. He told me it was one of the most precious gifts he had ever gotten and the most precious ever on his birthday. Mom, I melted.”
I was getting kind of hot myself.
“I put on some slow music and he danced with me. We didn’t hurry, but I know we both wanted to rip the clothes off the other and fuck.” She laughed at my shock.
“His hand moved down my back to cup my ass so lovingly. I was getting wet, so very wet mom. I’m glad I had the camisole on or I would have stained the dress.” She spread the skirt of it out on her legs now like a favorite thing and stroked it.
“I’ll never wear this dress again. It’s like my wedding dress, you know?” I did.
After a moment of quiet she continued. I could see that this was more than sex for her. I was quite taken aback.
“He started to nibble on my neck, and kiss my shoulders. Soon his hands found my breasts again and slowly massaged them, playing with the nipples through the silk of the dress and camisole. I got so weak in the knees he had to hold me up.”
(I was glad we weren’t standing. I could see the whole thing in my eye. Two people I love more than my own life, being in love and intimate. It was more than I could bear.)
“He untied the sash on my dress and it fell open. I was pulling at the buttons on his shirt, undoing them. He was kissing my neck again and I was fumbling with the last few of them. He pulled back and smiled. He reached for the buttons and unfastened them. He pulled his shirt off. I have to say that gym class is paying off. His chest was so sculpted. His arms strong and well defined. I was building to an orgasm just looking at him.”
“He is handsome, and sexy.” I agreed.
“He slipped his pants down and his boxers, standing before me naked. What a monster. I almost fainted. That thing must be nine inches long and three inches around.
He reached out to me and pulled me close, slipping my dress off my shoulders. He folded it and put in on the chair behind him. Turning back to me I was wearing nothing but my camisole, no undies at all mama, or hair, if you know what I mean. (I nodded. I knew what she meant.)
“And he just looked at me. It wasn’t lust, but it was there, it was such a pure love. It was like he was seeing me for the first time, not like we had grown up together.”
She took a breath. I did too.
“He asked me again if I was sure. I nodded at him. He moved to me, taking a breast in his hand and cupping my face in the other he kissed me so deeply my pussy and butt started to pucker. When the kiss broke we were both restless. I looked down. The monster was angry. It was time.
He took me in his arms again and kissed me, lifting me up all in one motion, and walked us to the bed. He laid me down like I would break. He bent over me to kiss me, and then he walked to the other side of the bed and got in it with me. I rolled to him and his hand slipped the strap of my camisole off my top shoulder. I pulled my arm out of the strap and my breast was exposed to him. I grabbed his cock in my freed hand. I pumped it very slowly.”
“Ever so gently he traced my face with his fingers, down my neck, and then the curve of my breast. He took my breast in his hands and gently massaged it, teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Then he took my nipple in his mouth. I had an orgasm right then. I think it shocked him. I rolled my head back and moaned. He chuckled when he saw that I had squirted and wet the camisole. So we took it off, and we were both naked.”
“He loves a squirter. He always laps mine up like a man thirsty in the desert.” I told her. It was surreal sharing this moment with my daughter, our lover in common, Jake, a son to one, and a brother to the other.
“It must run in the family.” She continued.
“He kissed my breasts, down to my stomach, then my thighs, and then his head disappeared between my legs. You didn’t tell me how talented he is with his tongue.”
I laughed. “That is a talented tongue he has.” I was remembering the process of his learning and how even the first time we were together he made me cum with that tongue. I wanted so bad to slip my fingers down my pants just now.
“Well, needless to say, he kissed my pussy, he licked my labia, and he was making out with it. Oh my god, could he do that. Then his tongue found my clit. The next thing I know he is sucking it down and licking it and sucking it, and then the deepest cum I have ever had hit me, and I squirted right into his mouth. He was slurping and swallowing. I lost my breath and passed out.
When I came to a few seconds later he was holding me and smiling at me, looking me right in the eyes. “I love you Mel. Someone taught me that this is the best gift a woman can give her man, and I am so humbled that you want me in your bed. I really love you.”
(That someone was me. I fell in love with him again right then and there.)
“Mom, he kissed me again. I could make out with that boy forever! What a kisser he is! Anyway, his hands move over my body, soft then firm, and soft then firm, and in all the right spots. He was playing me like a musical instrument, and he was a professional musician I can tell you.”
“Yes, he is that. Really special in the way he moves slow, pays attention to signs. That isn’t something I had to teach him. He was like that the first night we were together.” I shut up. This was her story.
“Finally he was kissing me, kind of half laying on me, and stroking my pussy. My legs had a mind of their own, and they opened for him. I held onto to his cock afraid to let it go.”
“He moved between my legs and kneeling there he said, “Mel, you are so beautiful. I want to relish this moment for all my life.”
“Relish on little brother I told him, but now that you are in my bed, you are coming back again and again. I told you, I am in love with you.
He smiled those perfect straight white teeth. “I look forward to it, but for now I want to be in you. Are you ready?” I nodded.
“He rubbed that fat head of his cock up and down my pussy and pushed gently against the opening of my vagina. He was so gentle.”
(I was breathing hard. I was remembering that first time for us too; and every time since then.)
“Suddenly the head was in me. I sucked in a breath. He asked if he was hurting me. No, I told him, but go in slow, let me get used to you. And he did. Slowly he penetrated me until he hit bottom.
And mom, there were three more inches outside of me. I could feel him bumping against my cervix. He didn’t push hard, but it was amazing. And then he began his rhythm, in and out of me.
I had never felt so connected to a lover before. Our eyes were locked, my breathing was deepening again, and I could see he was enjoying himself immensely. I felt so full. We moved slowly, lovingly and intensely. He must have been going for about ten minutes when my third orgasm hit me.
I arched my back and thrust my hips to him. I was screaming I’m sure. He laid on me pressing deep, and I could feel him coming inside of me. It was the most amazing sex I have ever had.”
My breaths were coming in short spasms now; just listening to her I had cum in my pants. I think she had too, because we both got quiet. We were recovering from our mutual cum. I had never been able to just do that, and to share her “Jake” moment with her, and to share this moment with her was the most powerful thing I have ever felt.
“So do you regret it?” I asked her, not a little concerned.
She shook her head. “No, mom, not a minute of it. Not that first time or the five or six we squeezed in that two hours before we had to be back.” She laughed. I laughed. We held hands.
We connected in a deep abiding way as we sat quietly enjoying our memories of Jake in our bed, and us.
My joyful little girl was back. (And oh, yes, the party was a big hit, and Jake was very surprised!)