Second Chance
Chapter 22

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DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 43 year old Carl watched helplessly as Death came for him in the form of an overloaded produce truck. Suddenly he found himself in the body of a 14 year old boy, injured in the same accident. Now Carl had to learn how to live as Brian and cope with a new life and a loving mother.

Caution: This DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Science Fiction   DoOver   Incest   Mother   Son   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting  

I looked at them both and saw sincerity, kindness, and affection. It would be so easy to go along with the two women and see how long it took to get them both in bed, but I wasn't interested in seeing what I could get. What I wanted was the chance to develop a long term, stable relationship that got me back to the way my life used to be.

Maybe I was over-romanticizing their feelings and mine, but I thought we had a chance to be good together and wanted to find out if it was true. I'd been alone, and I'd been part of a multi-partner marriage, and both had much to promote them. Right now I was alone, and going back to Ashville alone wasn't nearly as appealing as going back there with someone that I cared about.

Either way, they wanted an answer, and I had to provide one.

"I am concerned," I said, "about cramping your lifestyle, being a burden, and causing disruption in your lives. There is also the issue of the people who keep coming after me. I don't want to be the reason you get hurt, or worse..."

Roberta got the message and whispered something to Fran, which caused her to give me her version of the look. "We'll tell you if you become a burden or bother. Right now, we are concerned because you have no one with you to know if your recovery goes off the rails. We have plenty of room and insist you accept our hospitality for a few days, at least, and see how you heal up."

"As for your safety, I think we can lay a trail of bread crumbs that cause those people to think you were headed back home to New York, and if we never let it get out that you came to our place, then they won't be likely to find out and follow."

She wasn't having an argument. Fran used her judge voice and overruled my objection without a second thought.

My second problem was, "Before I can go anywhere, I need to figure out where my Lexus went after ISIS got done shooting it to pieces," I said.

Roberta leaped on that one. "My office, at DHS had your Lexus towed to our lot and sent out for repair when we finished extracting the various bullets and other evidence. It is a total loss, David. Our director authorized full replacement for you - the identical vehicle - or you can accept a check for the full amount, including sales tax, license, tags, and delivery charges.

"It's the least we could do for you.

"In addition, DOJ authorized you to receive the reward monies set aside for the capture of ISIS terrorists, and the checks are waiting in my folder for you to get out and deposit it in a bank. You did very well and got paid a lot." She smiled when she said it, because she'd knocked the obstacles out of my path that might keep me from going home with them.

Their home was spacious, attractive, and well kept. I could see why they were proud to have me see it. Fran took me on an abbreviated tour of the main areas, so that I could find my way around without too much trouble. When the tour was concluded, Fran took me by the hand and led me to their family room, which faced the back and had a view of the river in the distance. It was a very peaceful place, where one could come to think and plan.

"I see you like my corner of paradise, David," Fran said, watching me soak in the atmosphere.

She had something on her mind and seemed to be putting off discussing it, so I waited. It wasn't long before Roberta returned having changed out of her business attire and into lounging clothes. Fran then excused herself and came back dressed to stay in and relax.

We were doing just that for a little while when Roberta cleared her throat and said, "Aunt Fran and I wanted privacy to have a very important conversation, David. Nothing you hear can leave this house, no matter what. If this were to be repeated, it would ruin us both, and I know you don't want that."

I smiled reassuringly, and said, "I am very good at keeping secrets."

"I hope so," Fran said emphatically.

Roberta took the lead. "Fran and I have been lovers since I was in college ... Don't look so shocked! We love one another and enjoy the special things we can do together. It gives us a lot of happiness. We are not strictly lesbians. We both like men, but what we have together is the core of our life.

"In all the years we've been intimate we have talked about, but never invited a third party to join our intimate times." She was carefully sidestepping saying that the thing they brought me here to hear.

"Well ... we think we'd like to try a threesome with you and see where it goes, if you are not too repulsed by us."

It had to scare her to death to put it all out there like that. Roberta knew I could ruin them both by just repeating what she said as gossip. The trust they placed in my good judgment flattered me to no end, and I promised myself I would be worthy of that trust.

 
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