Part 4 – A new addition to the family:If there is one thing that I admire about Becky more than any of her other characteristics, it’s that she is kind. Not just showing empathy or being ‘politically correct’, she is genuinely nice to everyone (her stepmother Simone, however, does not fall into that category and should be filed under ‘work in progress’). Becky and I had been dating for about three months at this point, and I was falling more deeply in love with her with each moment that passed. I seemed to have been living permanently in her room in her father’s mansion in Forest Road, New Haven. Officially, Hamish had suggested that I may want to consider ‘moving a few things’ into the guest room, which was a misnomer in itself, as there were five of them. The mansion had eight bedrooms in total all of which were ensuite. The master for Hamish and Simone, Becky’s (and by association, mine also,) Carter’s quarters were like a mini condo and were split over two levels taking up the east-most wing of the house. That allowed him the freedom to entertain separately, should he choose to do so, Hamish had told me. Of course, we both knew that moving a few things in was a euphemism and he was trying to be discreet. Providing that his baby was happy, he cared not where I lay my head. Hamish was fine with letting us govern ourselves as young adults under his roof.He believed that his freedom of exploration, expression and to a certain extent, self-determination by his adoptive parents during his formative years, had been instrumental to his becoming a well-rounded and productive member of society. He was willing to extend Becky and by proxy, me that same privilege.Since the tumult of our first week together, Becky’s father and I had become closer. It was nice to have an uncle to talk with, something that I had sorely missed while I was growing up. Someone that could tell me tales of the mischief that he and my late father had gotten into when they were kids. In that respect, I suppose that he became my surrogate father. It just so happened that he was my father’s identical twin; that did take some getting used to, I won’t lie. For the longest time, I had harboured such animosity toward my father, believing that he had simply abandoned my mother and me to fend for ourselves, I guess I couldn’t help but to project some of those ill feelings in the early days of our time together. Of course, I would later discover that this was not the case at all. It was my mother who had kept him out of my life, in her way protecting me from any potential emotional trauma, I guess. The only knowledge I had of my father was what he looked like, and the fact that my mother and I struggled at every turn while I was growing up. I hadn’t talked with my mother about my father at any length. I guess I didn’t want to upset her, so I formed my own opinions about him. Opinions which it would later transpire were mostly inaccurate or just outright wrong. Hamish had put me right on so many things, and I now had a deep respect for him. When Mom had arranged to visit me in the dorms for Thanksgiving, I readily agreed. I had discussed everything with Becky and Hamish, and both he and Becky insisted that Mom stay with us, in one of the guest rooms. I was looking forward to finally clearing the air about my father and discussing things with her as an adult, now that I had all the relevant facts about him. Becky and I were waiting in the arrival terminal of Tweed New Haven regional airport, and I could feel myself becoming more nervous as we watched the board announce flights coming and going.“What’s the matter, Oli?” Becky asked me, giving my hand a little squeeze.“I’m not sure how I’m going to break it to Mom that I’m not living in halls. And that I am sleeping with the adopted daughter of her ex-brother-in-law, who in turn it seems, has quasi-adopted his long-lost nephew,” It sounded so much more complicated when I said it out loud.“It will all be fine. You’ll see,” Another squeeze of my hand coincided with one of Becky’s cheeky little winks that always seemed to soothe my nerves. The flight information board clattered around and informed us that mom’s flight had landed and was about to disembark. We walked through the terminal and quickly found the arrivals area for mom’s flight and waited. Before too long, I saw mom through the people that were making their way through the terminal. Mom was easily six inches taller than most of those around her and with a shock of shoulder-length platinum blonde hair that was completely natural, I pointed her out to Becky.“Ahhh, she’s so pretty,” Becky exclaimed happily. “And tall?”I caught the observation and questioning tone in her voice. As I mentioned before, I consider myself thoroughly average in every respect, save for the undeniably beautiful redhead on my arm that, truth be told I still couldn’t quite believe was so into me. I was so very much in love with her, and that love was deepening with each passing day.“Yeah, you can say it,” I joked, feigning a wounded pride. “I got the shitty end of the stick in the genetics lottery. Quasimodo’s looks and height, or lack thereof.” I grinned wryly. I had always envied my mother’s height. A native of Georgia well into her late teenage years before moving to Idaho and college, she had never lost her country roots or her accent. She certainly hadn’t lost her sense of being forthright and sense of humour.I realised that I’d forgotten to tell Becky about mom being a hugger, and a little larger than life. In her opinion, and quite deservedly so, in her own words ‘Life tested me, and I won… So, I’ll damned well be who I am ‘till the day I die.’ I love my mom dearly, but she was so, so, damned enthusiastic about everything, and loud to go with it. I reached towards my mother, arms outstretched and hugged her tightly. I had missed her since leaving home for Yale, but I wouldn’t change a single thing, given the life I was now living. We embraced for an eternity, it seemed.“Now don’t y’all get too close now, Oli; I’ve been on that darned airplane for three hours with busted air conditionin’ and I declare, I am ripe! Phee-ewww!” I both grinned and grimaced at the same time. I was so happy to see her, but her first interaction with me witnessed by Becky was her discussing the state of her odour. As it happened, gaziantep olgun escort all I could smell was her light perfume, a scent that she hadn’t changed for as long as I could remember. It smelled safe. It smelled like home. “It’s so good to see you again Mom. I’ve missed you.” I broke the embrace and stepped back a little and offered my hand to Becky, so she could come closer.“Mom, I’d like you to meet someone very special to me.” I pulled Becky so she was more in front of me allowing her to interact with my mother more easily. “Mom, this is Rebecca Smythe-Johnson. Becky, please allow me to introduce you to my younger-than-ever-looking mother, Hannah Johnson.”“Oh, hush now, you’re making me blush.” Mom playfully slapped me on the shoulder. I enjoyed seeing her squirm a little. It was my revenge for all the times she’d done it to me when I was a kid. To my surprise, however, mom was blushing. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Mrs Johnson.” Becky hugged mom for a three count and moved to pull away slightly. Mom however had other ideas and held onto both of Becky’s hands and regarded her.“Well now, ain’t you a beauty? Purty as a Georgia peach,” my mother cooed, clearly impressed by my ability to snag a woman like Becky. Now it was Becky’s turn to blush slightly.“Thank you, Mrs Johnson, you’re very kind.” Becky accepted the compliment with her usual humility and grace.“Come on, mom. We’ve plenty of time to catch up in the car on the way home.” I grabbed mom’s carry-on and her suitcase on wheels, then started towards the exit. Almost immediately, she was grilling Becky for information on me. Was I eating right, was I drinking enough, the usual fare for a mother that still didn’t seem to be able to cut that last apron string. Deep down, I was glad that she loved me enough to ask. The world was filled with plenty of people who didn’t care for the children they brought into the world.Carter had ferried Becky and me to the airport in Hamish’s Mercedes-Maybach S-Class. The sumptuous cream leather seats were quite possibly, the softest seats I’d ever sat on. They kind of just, moulded to your shape and held you in place, like the perfect hug. Perfectly on cue, as ever, Carter pulled the car up to the door to the terminal and opened the rear passenger door for mom. My mother shot me a quizzical glance, as I had not mentioned anything about our living situation, or its opulence during our brief conversation when she informed me, she was coming to stay.“Nice Uber,” Mom said, appreciatively. I saw Carter grimace out of the corner of my eye, and I thought I heard Becky give the slightest of giggles, but I wouldn’t swear an oath to that. Becky would never be so impolite in the company of my mother.“Get in, mom. You’re going to love this.” That was all I needed to say.The ride back to the house took us straight past my dorm building. A building that my mother clearly remembered when she asked why we weren’t stopping there. I shuffled around in the front passenger seat and looked over my shoulder at both women in my life, smiling broadly at them.“Mrs Johnson, we’ve got a surprise for you. We’ve made erm, alternative, arrangements for your accommodation,” Becky said.Seeing the confused look flash across my mother’s face, Becky immediately reached over and placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Please don’t worry. I am certain that you will approve.”“What are y’all plannin’ on?” my mother said, not the biggest fan of surprises but gracious enough to play along all the same.“It’s a surprise, as I said.” I gazed into Becky’s eyes wondering how deep my love for her could get. I hadn’t realised it was possible to feel this, well, connected to another person, and yet every day, I fell further into Becky’s love for me. It wasn’t just the sex for me (which was sensational I must say,) this was the first time I had ever truly felt in love. And I wanted more. The thought of just where that journey was going to take exhilarated me beyond my capacity for words. “And we’re here.” That was all I said to mom.The car was pulling up in the driveway that sat in front of the house. A drive that could accommodate ten cars easily, fifteen with careful planning. I chuckled to myself as mom looked out of the window at the imposing façade of Hamish’s home. Her mouth was agape once again.“Welcome home, mom,” I said gleefully. Searching her face for emotions, good or bad.“Y’all live here?” She looked at Becky, then at me while simultaneously pointing at the house. Trying to figure out what was going on. “Now wait just a minute. Y’all got this fancy ride, and now this fancy house… are y’all tryin’ t’ punk me?”Becky and I chuckled a little, but it was Becky that spoke first.“No, Mrs Johnson. This is my, sorry, our home.” The look on my mother’s face will stay with me forever. Wide eyes and jaw on the floor. It didn’t happen often, and I relished the occasions when she was dumbstruck.“Y’all are puttin’ me on! And would stop callin’ me, Mrs Johnson? Yer makin’ me feel old!” There was mock indignation in her voice. I caught it immediately, but someone with no experience of my mother’s foibles would miss it easily.Becky shot me a worried glance, afraid that she’d offended my mother by being overly respectful. I knew what was coming next, so I just shook my head slightly and winked. “Y’all call me Helena, everybody else does,” mom said, smiling broadly at Becky.Carter chose that moment to open the passenger door for the ladies and assisted them in alighting from the car. I hopped out of the other side and popped the trunk, retrieving moms’ bags. I closed the trunk lid and joined the rest of the party. Carter had gone ahead and opened the heavy wooden doors to allow easy entry. Becky went in first, followed by mom and I brought up the rear.“May I offer you some refreshments, ma’am?” Carter asked politely. The question was aimed at my mother, as Becky and I had eaten just before we left to collect mom from the airport.“Y’all ain’t puttin’ me on, are ya?” Mom said to both Becky and me. Once again, Becky stifled a small giggle and replied gently.“No, Helena, we’re not. This is our home. My father holds the Chris Argyris Professor of Psychology chair here at Yale. I have a feeling that you’re going to get gaziantep oral yapan escort along famously.” Becky glanced at me and winked. I knew what she was thinking. We were both nervous about how my mother would react when she discovered that Becky’s father was her ex-brother-in-law.“Well, that sure sounds fancy! And yes, I could eat a horse. What y’all got goin’?” My mother said, as ever to the point and no-nonsense. “What would you like mom? Carter is a master in the kitchen.” I was trying to make mom feel as comfortable as I could. It had taken me a couple of weeks to acclimate to this opulent style of living.“I’ll have something quick and simple. Y’all ok with making an omelette? And I would kill for an iced tea,” she said to Carter. It was at that moment that I saw the look that was on her face. I recognised it. It was the same look that Becky had on her face the first night we slept together. A look of hope of what may become, and not just a little hint of lust lurking just under the surface, behind her eyes. I suppressed a small shudder. I didn’t want to think about my mother in that manner. It properly gave me the ick.“I’ll take you up to the guest room mom, you’ll be able to spruce yourself up before eating.” Still carrying her luggage, I led her up the winding staircase to the upper level and to the guest room Carter had prepared for her that afternoon. Fresh towels and a fluffy white bathrobe sat on the dresser. “Y’all are puttin’ me on, right? All this room fer ‘lil ol’ me?” Mom stood just inside the threshold of the room, taking in her surroundings while I placed her luggage on the bed for her to unpack at her leisure. “So, what’s the deal with that butler guy, Carter?” Mom asked, feigning innocence.“He’s been the family’s valet for about twenty-five years mom. He does everything in the house, cooking, cleaning, maintenance and gardening, all sorts of things.” I took a breath to continue. “As Becky’s father is away until the day after tomorrow, and her stepmother is, mercifully, on a retreat in Canada somewhere, we’ve got the place to ourselves.”“Hmmm. That’s good t’ know.” I could tell my mom was somewhere else in her head, scheming something. I dreaded thinking about where, and what. “Do y’all think he might be interested in your ol’ mamma, Oli?” And there dropped the other shoe! “I ain’t been with a man since yer daddy. And a woman has… needs.” I think (more hope, on reflection) that mom forgot that she was talking out loud, to her son… The look of horror on her face spoke volumes as she realised, she’d spoken her thoughts. “Oh, my Lord! Oli, I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart! I don’t want my baby boy hearin’ his momma talk so. It ain’t decent.” I was trying my hardest to suppress a belly laugh, perversely enjoying her obvious discomfort.“I think I’ll live, mom,” I said, trying to hide the huge grin on my face. I tried to be sensitive to her embarrassment, but I think the poorly hidden chuckles in my voice betrayed my true emotions. “Carter will have finished cooking your food by now mom. Let’s go downstairs.” I didn’t like to waste food that Carter had taken the time to prepare. Besides, he was that good of a cook, and I needed an out for the awkwardness of the moment.“My lord, y’all are right! Lead the way, Oli,” my mother commanded imperiously. Social faux pas forgotten. I had a feeling that the life of luxury may not take as long to become comfortable for my mother as it had for me.—I led mom into the kitchen, just as Carter was putting the finishing touches to a Spanish Omelette with some fresh veggies and French Fries. I showed her to the table and pulled out a chair for her. As she sat, Carter presented the plate of food and moms eyes went wide.“Y’all sure you ain’t prankin’ me?” Mom said, with mock suspicion.Becky chuckled and assured her that everything was above board.“Carter, would y’all like to set with me and chat a spell?” Mom said, kind of hinting that the ‘young‘uns’ should leave the room to the adults.Before Carter had a chance to respond. Becky read the situation perfectly and suddenly announced.“Oli, could you give me a hand upstairs, please? I need to move that furniture we talked about,” Becky winked at me and tilted her head a couple of times to indicate the exit to the kitchen, as she said it, but I had already divined the purpose of moms’ statement, given her earlier musings about Carter. Carter had devoted most of his working life to this family and had no one to call his own as far as we were aware. It would do the old boy good to have some fun for a change, I reasoned. Then I remembered that it was the force of nature known as ‘Mom’ that he was contending with, and I said a silent prayer for him. I followed Becky upstairs and into our room. Closing the door behind us, I spun Becky around and embraced her passionately. Our lips met and immediately our tongues were exploring each other. I raised my left hand and cupped Becky’s right breast firmly, massaging it beneath her sweater. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her responsive nipples poked up happily, in greeting. Armed with this knowledge, my cock started to twitch, and I suspect that Becky knew what was coming next.I motioned for her to turn around and walk to the bed. I stopped her just short and helped her out of her clothes. In short order, Becky was bent over before me, naked save for her signature pair of black fishnet stockings. I squatted to allow better access to her delights and immediately, my tongue found just how wet she’d become. I reached around her waist so my finger could play with her clit while my tongue administered pleasure to her soaking-wet sex.“Oooh yeah, baby. That’s it,” Becky moaned as I continued to pleasure her. Occasionally, my tongue would wander down the length of her taint and circle her ass. Just as she had that first night, Becky would go rigid for a moment before gasping in abject pleasure and relaxing once again. I serviced her labia with my tongue and would also occasionally suck one, or both into my mouth and suckle on them. This action often had a particularly interesting effect on Becky, and she had her first orgasm of the evening for me. Thick white cream dripped gaziantep otele gelen escort from her pussy.“Fuck baby, you’ve got me so hot! I love it when you tongue-fuck me,” she breathed, heavily. I helped her climb onto the bed and lay her face down. Becky automatically opened her legs to allow me access so I could continue to pleasure her with my fingers. With my right hand, the middle three fingers were rhythmically gliding in and out of her pussy slowly. After a few minutes, I swapped to my left hand, which was my dominant hand and provided the same service to her velvety pussy. With my right hand, I worked some of her wetness into her asshole and teased the sphincter with my index finger before gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle and then pressing down against the fingers buried in her pussy. My fingers unified in a steady rhythm that soon had Becky pleading with me to allow her release. I was fascinated by her ass. I imagined how it would feel being in the soft flesh of her ass. It felt fucking sensational on my fingers, how good would it feel on my cock? I couldn’t help but be curious. Lustful thoughts of naughty anal play danced in my mind.We’d not worked up to full anal penetration yet, she was worried I might damage her, and I had no desire to rush any aspect of our lives together. We had, however, been using butt plugs and lubes of all manner and various stretching techniques that would facilitate the process, when Becky felt that the time was right.“Please baby, let me cum for you, I know you love it when I squirt on you.” The tone in her voice did nothing to hide the fact that she was so close to a huge orgasm. Becky didn’t squirt often, on the occasions that she did, it was usually because both holes were in use, and she was horny as all hell.“Not yet baby,” I said in reply. Since we started dating, Becky had increased my exposure to edging. I was comfortable going for an hour or two now before the denial of release was too painful for me to contain any longer. “I want you to enjoy everything.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her more upright into a kneeling position. My cock was hard and needed relief from the ache it was feeling. I reached down and held the head of my cock against the entrance to her sex. I rubbed the head over her lips, gathering up some moisture. Not that I needed much, I was a veritable fountain of pre-cum myself.“Oooooh baby, it feels SOOO good,” Becky moaned. I continued to rub the head of my cock over her pussy, making her writhe with pleasure. Gently, I pushed just the head of my cock into her and heard her now familiar sharp intake and then holding of breath. Even after all this time, my girth still made Becky wince slightly. I’d learned to take my time with stretching her. I withdrew and rubbed my cock on her pussy some more and tried once again. This time, no breath-holding, just a long, satisfied moan as I slowly slid into her, balls deep in one drawn-out, smooth action. The feeling was as electrifying as the first time my cock had nestled inside her pussy in the summer house. For some reason, I always imagined I could smell pine each time my cock pierced her glorious pink pussy for the first time. Becky’s vaginal muscles clamped onto my cock almost instantly, as I felt the tell-tale shuddering and low moan coming from her. ‘So much for edging today,’ I thought. Secretly happy that she was getting the pleasure from me I so wanted her to have. I was finding more and more that I was perfectly happy to just service Becky, and not expect anything in reciprocation. I picked up the pace with my thrusts into her, and before too long, I was close to cumming myself. Somehow, Becky always knew when I was close to the edge, and she seemed to be able to clamp herself just that little bit tighter, in preparation to milk my cock for all it was capable of depositing.“That’s it, baby. Fuck my tight little pussy. I know you love it.” I needed no further encouragement, as the mere sight of Becky on all fours was typically enough to get me close to climax. One thing about Becky that still intrigued me was the fact that she was so eloquent in polite company, and just talking in general. However, in the bedroom, she had a mouth that would make many sailors blush. I had to admit, it was one of my favourite things about her, next to her figure, breasts, lips… well, everything.“Becky, I’m gonna cum for you baby. You ready?” I was panting slightly; my rhythm had increased tempo significantly.“Oh, Oli. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy. Fuck me hard, Oli.” Each phrase increased in pitch by an octave as she spoke. That was it. Those words worked every time. It was like Aladdin rubbing the Genies’ bottle. The Genie always must appear. Streams of thick cum rocketed out into Becky’s warm and tight pussy and she started to moan and buck. The sensation of me filling her with cum, coupled with the twitching and pulsing of my orgasm had made Becky cum again.It was at that moment that my mother came into our room, unannounced and without so much as a knock on the door.I reacted immediately, grabbing a large throw that was on the bed, more for decoration than any practical function, until now that is. The fabric managed to cover Becky’s modesty but did nothing to hide the sensual shape of her perky, perfectly proportioned little peach-shaped ass which was wiggling in the air quite merrily. Thankfully, it was a very large throw, with a similar tiger motif to Becky’s expansive backpiece tattoo. I managed to wrap a corner around my waist as I turned to face my mother. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do much about the tent my dick was making in the throw.“Jesus Christ, mom! Don’t you knock?” As soon as I’d spoken, the harshness of my admonition to my mother had the desired impact.Mom just stood there, mouth gaping. It took me a moment to realise that she wasn’t staring at me, but rather at my midriff. I suddenly became aware that I was still sporting a semi. “Mom, please?” I begged her. Mercifully, she turned around before she spoke.“I am so sorry to embarrass y’all like this, Lord knows I didn’t mean to. I declare I don’t know where to put myself!”‘Outside’ was my initial thought on this matter. It was all I could do to not laugh out loud. A muffled chuckle from under the throw that I now realised had covered Becky completely, informed me that she was finding this as comedic as I was.“It’s ok mom. Don’t worry! You OK back there Becky?” I asked. “All good here honey, happy as a clam,” was Becky’s quick reply. I grimaced, knowing exactly what she meant, and judging by the look on my mother’s face, so did she. “What can we do for you, Helena? Becky asked politely and completely without shame or embarrassment.
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