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Chapter 23: The Unexpected Pillow
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 23: The Unexpected Pillow - On a dark forest highway a tired young driver wrecked. Rescued by a nurse, she cared for him in her cabin. Temporarily crippled, he needed her help even to pee. That's when she saw he was big and delicious like her late husband and began "oral therapy." In love, they delighted in each other's bodies and fantasies. But he was very poor; how could they turn their sexual intensity into a working relationship? Will her son bond with him? How will her (female Native American) lover fit in?
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Fiction Group Sex Black Female White Male Indian Female Anal Sex Massage Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Size
Dee was a little puzzled. Brandon had requested that she leave her regular clinic shift early, at 4:00. He explained that she had an errand to run after picking up Ron. Four steps out of the front door, she stopped when she saw a little throw pillow on the front walk, halfway to the sidewalk.
Then, as Ron and Brandon stepped forward, her jaw dropped wide open. It wasn’t absolutely necessary, but the cushioning helped him as he settled to his knees and beckoned her forward.
“Dolores Lincoln, your son and I want to be your forever family. Will you marry me?”
She needed a breath. It was the longest three seconds in Brandon’s life.
“YES! I love you, uh, uh, what’s your name?”
“MOM!”
“Give me your hand while you’re trying to remember. There, it fits perfectly!”
Behind her, a dozen or so staff and patients had followed her through the front door, clapping and cheering for the couple. Mae stepped forward to congratulate them.
Dolores tried to scold her friend.
“You set this up, didn’t you?”
“Well, partly, Alan and Lisa Rivers wanted to add some kind of traditional ceremony, but they’re going to host a post-marriage feast for you three instead.”
“What else do I need to know?”
“Brandon put me together with Aunt Nora and her partner Tony. We’ve rented a hall in Winona for the ceremony, it’s easiest to be inside the Minnesota state boundary.
“There is a condition, no, two conditions. First, Ron is the best man. Second, I’m your maid of honor.”
“Don’t you mean, ‘Mae of honor’?”
Everyone laughed, and Ron endured several minutes of the adults tousling his (kinky) hair and congratulating the couple.
“It’s not fair! Mom’s hair is just like mine, but nobody plays with her head, except Brandon.”
