Chapter 7: Student Life

The remainder of that weekend, Lisa was Mama’s shadow in the kitchen. They were practically joined at the hip while making delicious meals for us to enjoy. Saturday night, Lisa and I were working together dishwashing and cleaning up the kitchen.

“Lisa, you’re all, like, energized. It’s hot. You’re getting a lot out of this?”

“Mama is so wonderful. She’s really coaching me, letting me do the actual steps while she supervises and suggests. Her knowledge and skills are amazing, but I can tell she’s a teacher, too. I told her, ‘If you were my teacher when I was young, I would have been the greatest student.’ I really believe that.”

“That’s Mama, all right. I brought home a “C” grade once and, ooh, never again.”

“What happened?”

“First, she just stared me down. Then she started scolding me, but gently and softly. Somehow, that was worse. In about half an hour, I wished she had whupped my ass instead. Then Dad came home, heard the story, and I got the death stare from him.

“I was fourteen, in the ninth grade; almost grown. The cold looks from both of them destroyed me, and I burst into tears, apologizing and promising to do better. The next night and the rest of the month, she sat with me and helped me with my homework. From then on, I was an ‘A’ student.”

“I’ve already told you; I want them as my parents, too.”

“You said your mother disappointed you?”

“That’s not even close to the right word. As I said, I have no father, and my mother wouldn’t talk about it. Clark is HER name, and she acted like I somehow appeared without any male participation. Only HER name is on my birth certificate. Not once did she ever go out, like on a date. And she slapped my face and called me a slut when she found my box of condoms.”

“Sounds terrible.”

“Oh, it gets worse. I don’t need to go over it all with you, really, it’s so upsetting. Let me just say, she kicked me to the curb when I turned 18. There’s been no contact since then.”

“I can hardly imagine growing up like that. I want to know more about your life, but now is not the time. We’re just about finished here, so let’s go get in the hot water and cuddle.”

“Uh, Lisa, just a minute. (Sniffle.)”

Mama had been listening in, apparently. She rushed forward and embraced her tightly.

“Child, I’ll be your new mother, not just mother-in-law. From now on, you’re my beloved daughter.”

Dad came into the kitchen and regarded the two emotional women hugging each other.

“What’s going on?”

Mama replied, “Congratulations, Lou, it’s a girl!”

He looked at me, and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Mama just adopted Lisa; you’re a father again, Dad.”

Bless him, he just smiled and said, “Good!” Then, he smirked at me.

“Guess I’m paying for the wedding, then.”

— Tonya —

Sunday morning started in the usual way. We woke spooned together, with Lou’s hand between my breasts and his cock between my thighs. I listened, and he was already awake.

“I should have asked you, are you alright with this ‘adopting Lisa’ business?”

“Sure I am. She loves our son, and she’s scorching hot. Don’t take this the wrong way, but her body is like yours was back at Albany.”

“I know you’re excited, but you absolutely can’t touch her, you know. I don’t think Steve could accept it. You’ll just have to satisfy yourself with me and with our friends when they come over.”

“I think Lisa wants to move in with us. How is that going to work if we have guests?”

“I think we might have to hold off on that for a little while. But I was thinking I could call Betty and Roy Franklin and invite ourselves to their place next weekend.”

“The Franklins? They’re the ones with the sex swing?”

“That’s right. And Betty will drop her panties when you walk in their door, as usual. She loves your cock almost as much as I do. Ooh, I felt that.”

“What’s your plan for today, Tonya?”

“I’m taking Lisa to the supermarket. We need to talk about meal planning and shopping. She needs to know a lot more about making good choices, checking expiration dates, and lots of other things.

“Then I want to have a quiet afternoon with her and gently pry into her past some more. Lou, there are some deep scars in her, I think. They make her more clingy with Steve, but I think in the long term she should be more relaxed and trusting. To feel secure with him.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Honey, you and I know that Steve would throw himself in front of a speeding bus to save her. But she can’t have that same certainty yet, with that childhood and also the recent events, the hurricane and the evil lesbian.

“I was thinking, why don’t you two guys go into the city? The Hawks are playing the Knicks today, right? Have some male bonding time. Even better, you can sweat him a little.”

“Sweat him? What?”

“Put on your best glowering Dad face, and ask him, ‘What are your intentions toward my daughter?’ Hee-hee!”

I love Lou’s deep and resonant chuckles. I pushed down the sheets, twisted around, and gave his big cock a brief little sucking.

“See you tonight, spunky.”

I heard more chuckles as I sauntered into the bathroom.

Later, Lisa and I were putting the groceries away.

“Just like the store does, put the new cans behind the old ones so we use them last.”

“All of these things I never thought about before; I just wandered around grabbing stuff. You have me thinking about how Steve and I can have a more healthy future together.”

We made sandwiches for the boys and sent them off.

“Now that we’ve been out and productive, I think I want to go relax in bed for a while. Come with me.”

She followed me and then watched closely as I undressed. Then she smiled, shrugged, and began removing her own clothes.

“It’s a surprise how close we are now after such a short time. I watch how you are with Steve, and I just melt inside. Then I watch you and Lou, and I melt in a different way.”

“What?” I thought. “She’s thinking of Lou?”

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that he’s hot, because he is. It’s how he looks at you, Mama. There’s not one thing he wouldn’t do if you asked him. It makes me think. Having other partners was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“It was, yes.”

“And because it was something you wanted, he decided not to be jealous and to go along with it.”

“Well, yes. But I wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself too, not just me.”

“Hmm. You know, I’ve felt his eyes on me. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”