An Infinity of Family Love
Copyright© 2025 by MrCurrie
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Dave is a fortunate man. Follow his journey with him through a lifetime of love, challenges, and enduring family bonds.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Pregnancy
The next day, Tuesday, we decided to visit the wife of the man who regularly met with Lucy at our house on Wednesdays. Julie had described his car in detail, and when we noticed it wasn’t parked outside his house, we took a chance and knocked on the door, finding his wife alone. Unlike the other two, she wasn’t as guarded. As soon as we mentioned we wanted to speak with her about her husband, she welcomed us in without hesitation.
Sitting across from us, I found myself once again wondering how her husband could possibly betray her. Her silky black hair, cascading to her shoulders, framed a delicate, heart-shaped face with bright, expressive eyes. Though in her mid-twenties, she carried herself with a graceful confidence, her slender frame effortlessly elegant and subtly captivating. Her full lips curved into a polite smile, revealing perfect white teeth as she said, “I’m Dee, and from your tone, I suspect you’re somehow involved in my cheating husband’s activities.”
Mom exhaled in quiet relief, grateful she wouldn’t have to be the one to break another woman’s heart. “I’m Melissa,” she said, nodding toward me before continuing. “This is my son, Dave. And yes. Your husband is having an affair with his wife, Lucy.”
“I see,” Dee said, her eyes settling on me with a curious smile. “Dave, you’re a handsome and fit man. Any idea why your wife might be craving attention from someone else? As for Jake, he’d fuck a snake if it winked at him. I’ve been thinking about kicking him to the curb for a while now, but haven’t obtained any solid evidence.”
I sighed. “I haven’t really talked to Lucy about it. She enjoys making love, though, very much so. Maybe it’s that need that’s driving her elsewhere.”
Dee interrupted, “She’s not making love, Dave. They’re fucking. It’s simply sex, and neither thinks they’re harming us because they don’t equate fucking with cheating.”
Mom didn’t so much as blink at Dee’s bluntness and agreed, “You’re probably right. She’s been meeting with multiple men. When my husband had an affair, he was in love with the other woman. This feels different, but the outcome’s the same. Dave’s pursuing a divorce, though he’s hoping to retain custody of their daughter, Amy.”
Dee’s eyebrows lifted. “Where are these meetings happening? I work from home, so he’s not bringing her here. And since I manage the finances, I’d know if he booked hotel rooms.”
“At our house. Wednesday afternoons,” I said. “We haven’t gathered solid proof yet. Just wanted to speak with you first.”
Dee turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting as she stared into the distance for a moment. Then, with quiet resolve, she said, “I understand. But I’d like to see it for myself. And hear it, too. What would you say if I asked to catch them in the act?”
Without hesitation, Mom reached into her purse and pulled out a small video camera. “We thought we’d use this to record them,” she explained. “But its battery only lasts an hour, so we can’t just leave it running. One of us would have to hide in the spare bedroom closet and wait for the right moment.”
“I want to do it,” Dee said firmly. “Let me be the one. I’ll get the evidence you need, and I’ll be a firsthand witness to what happens. Please, give me this chance.”
Mom paused, weighing the implications, then gave a slow nod. “All right. I’ll give you a spare key. She gets off work at noon on Wednesdays, so you’ll need to arrive before then. Once you’ve recorded them, you should be able to slip out the front door unnoticed.”
Dee’s eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Perfect,” she said, a spark of mischief in her tone. “And after everything he’s done, I think a little payback is in order. Dave, would you mind coming over here?”
I stood and stepped in front of her. She unzipped me and said, “Melissa, you may want to turn your head to the side while I inspect my reward.” She reached in and pulled out my cock, wrapped her hand around it, and gave it a few strokes. She smiled and stuffed my prick back into my shorts and zipped me up.
“Okay, he passes,” Dee said with a spark of excitement. “I’m in, but in exchange, I want one full hour of revenge sex. Do we have a deal?”
Mom answered without hesitation. “It’s the least we can do. Let’s drive over so you can get familiar with the layout. Lucy meets one of her other lovers on Tuesday afternoons, so the house will be empty.”
Dee rode with us, and once we arrived, we walked her through the plan. We even placed a chair inside the spare bedroom closet to make her wait more bearable. Afterward, we dropped her off at her house, handing over the camera and a spare house key. The rest of the day was a blur of chores, attempting to stay occupied until we heard from Dee.
The call came on Wednesday evening, and we agreed to meet on Thursday at noon, as Jake, her husband, would be working out of town that day. When we arrived, Dee wore a robe, and after a tight hug, I suspected she was nude underneath. I began to stiffen, anticipating a romp with the sexy woman. She sat between us on the couch and held the camera to show us what she’d taped.
It began with the quiet creak of the closet door opening. The camera captured Amy in her crib, quietly playing with a handful of plush toys. Dee panned the lens out toward the hallway and moved steadily down the corridor. The master bedroom door stood wide open. Inside, Lucy and Jake were tangled together in a noisy embrace, oblivious to being watched. Dee filmed them in the act, staying hidden until they shifted positions and their faces turned away. Then, she slipped out of the house undetected, and the recording ended.
“This will provide powerful evidence in your custody case,” Dee said, slipping the video out of the camera and into the pocket of her robe. “Your baby, just a room away, is forced to hear her mother with another man. That alone casts serious doubt on her fitness as a parent.” She looked at us steadily. “Now, the question is, how badly do you want this evidence? I’m only asking for one hour. But for that hour, you do exactly what I say. No exceptions. Otherwise, the tape stays with me.”
Mom didn’t miss a beat. “Of course. As long as it’s legal and doesn’t involve anyone getting hurt.”
Dee turned to me, locking eyes. “Do you agree?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely. I’m in.” What kind of man would I be to turn down a roll in the sack with a beautiful woman? It was an easy decision.
Dee’s smile stretched as wide as ever as she rose and guided us toward the bedroom. Once inside, Mom lingered near the doorway, hesitant. “Should I wait in the living room while you and my son become acquainted?” she asked cautiously.
Dee turned, took Mom’s hands in her own, and gently drew her farther inside. Then, with a featherlight kiss to Mom’s lips, she whispered, “The deal was for both of you, not just Dave. I happen to like women, too. Is that a problem?”
Mom blinked, taken aback, but held her ground. “No,” she said quietly. “We’ll do whatever needs to be done.”
I was a little surprised at Mom’s acceptance, but she’d always done whatever it took to protect me, and this was no exception. My love for her grew as she remained steadfast in her pursuit of my well-being.
“Good, now let’s remove your hunky son’s clothes.” While she removed my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, Mom removed my shirt. Once I was nude, Mom glanced at my stiff prick and blushed. Dee shucked off her robe, revealing her luscious nude body, and hugged me. While we kissed, our hands explored each other’s nude bodies. It felt a little exhilarating, making out with a woman in front of Mom, but I didn’t hold back, playing with Dee’s breasts and running my fingers through her black, silky bush.
My fingers found her slit already wet, ready for my aching prick. When her breathing became raspy and rapid, she pulled off me and embraced Mom, kissing her. Mom hugged her, and while at first, she seemed uncomfortable, she gave it her best, wanting to get on Dee’s good side.
Stepping back, Dee said, “Okay, I’ll only ask Dave to fuck me in one position, my favorite. Doggy style.” She guided Mom to the bed and pushed her onto it. Answering Mom’s questioning look, Dee said, “While he’s doing me, I’m going to eat your pussy. I love pleasing a woman while getting fucked.”
Mom shook her head and pleaded, “Please, don’t embarrass me like that.”
Reaching underneath Mom’s short skirt, Dee grabbed Mom’s panties and pulled them off. “Don’t worry, sweetie. He won’t see a thing. Your skirt will hide me. Now, do you want the tape or what?”
Mom relinquished and raised her knees slightly, giving Dee access. Dee crawled up, and I knew that her mouth had clamped onto Mom’s pussy when Mom’s eyes widened, her face flushing with excitement.
Dee wagged her ass around, inviting me to fulfill my portion of the agreement. I took some time running my hands up and down her thin, smooth thighs before plunging three fingers into her snatch. She was more than ready for a good fucking, so I replaced my fingers with my cock. I held her ass steady, not wanting to bash her into Mom’s pussy, and rapidly pumped my cock in and out of her juicy, tight pussy.
Muffled groans and screams emanated from underneath Mom’s skirt. While Dee slurped on Mom’s cunt, Mom moaned from being pleasured, probably for the first time, by another woman. When Dee’s walls contracted and released a torrent of juices, I paused briefly before resuming my assault. She lasted longer the second time, cumming after twenty minutes, ending with my cock filling her cavern with a large load of sticky semen. Mom’s face tightened, and she ceased breathing, her body tensing as her orgasm overtook her.
When I withdrew, several streams of cum flowed out of Dee’s soaked slot, running down the insides of her thighs. She crawled up the bed so she could kiss Mom. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Dee asked.
“It was the first time for me, but I did find it more enjoyable than I’d imagined,” Mom admitted, her breath rapid and short. “Thanks for being so gentle. Will you give us the tape now?”
Dee giggled and replied, “No. You agreed to an entire hour. We still have thirty more minutes.”
She rose on her knees and inched her way forward and croaked, “Eating a woman’s pussy is fun, but I really love it when a woman sucks my freshly fucked cunt.”
Mom gasped and argued, “I can’t do that. I’d be eating my son’s cum. That’s far too degrading for me.”
Dee paused and replied, “There’s no difference between a son’s cum and any other man’s, but I’ll understand if you can’t follow through on your promise.”
She started to swing one leg over to stand when Mom grabbed her legs, stopping her. “I’ll do it,” Mom said, her face more excited than before. Although she was putting on a good front, I think the pure taboo nature of the act excited her.
Dee turned around and backed up until her dripping pussy hovered over Mom’s face. A drop of sperm leaked out and splashed onto Mom’s cheek as Dee lowered herself. Mom held onto Dee’s ass, holding her while she slurped on Dee’s pussy.
Dee smiled widely and motioned for me to crawl between Mom’s legs. When my groin was near her head, Dee licked and washed my cock clean of her juices. Engulfing my cock with her warm mouth, she sucked my cock into hardness. Releasing me, she murmured, “Let’s get you really hard. Have you ever seen your mom’s tits?”
I shook my head, a smile forming as I understood her question. She reached down and unbuttoned Mom’s blouse and pulled it to the sides. Mom’s muffled pleas were ignored by Dee as she slid Mom’s bra down, revealing Mom’s large, spongy breasts. Her puffy, brown tips belied Mom’s disapproval as they filled with blood.
“Twist them and play them,” Dee encouraged me.
When my fingertips lightly gripped and squeezed them, Mom’s groans and muffled pleas increased. My prick bobbed, its bloated, angry head begging for attention.
Dee’s eyes glinted with excitement as she grasped Mom’s hem and pulled her skirt up, above her waist, baring her hairy pussy. My cock lurched as Dee groaned from Mom’s oral assault.
“Your mom is very good at eating pussy,” she gasped. “I think she’s excited, knowing her son is looking at her bare pussy. Reach underneath her ass and lift her up.”
Once Mom’s hips were off the mattress, Dee grabbed my cock and guided me into Mom’s soaked snatch. “Shove it in and remember this moment for the rest of your life,” Dee urged.
Mom’s muffled screams didn’t jive with her actions. I felt her hips rise on their own, enabling my prick to sink deeper. The sensation of my cock sliding into my mother was unbelievably exciting, shocks of excitement coursing through my system. When I was finally buried to the hilt, my balls snuggly lodged against her ass, her velvety walls quivered and released her juices as she orgasmed.
Not a minute after her climax, she raised her knees, dug her heels into the mattress, and elevated her groin. She desired more of her son’s cock, and I was only too happy to fulfill her wishes.
Dee giggled and murmured, “My, she was horny, cumming that fast, but then again, it must be exciting to feel your son’s cock buried in your pussy for the first time.” She held my head and kissed me. “Fuck her hard while we kiss,” she ordered.
While our tongues danced together, I set a steady pace, fucking my beautiful mother. Mom’s pussy convulsed again, after ten minutes of enjoying our first incestuous union. Fortunately, I staved off my orgasm, having exploded in Dee’s tight pussy, moments before. After another fifteen minutes, I felt the familiar tingling in my loins and knew I’d soon be exploding in Mom’s pussy.
Dee felt my body tense and croaked, “I’m close to cumming. Push us over the edge and slam your cock into her.”
I flexed my hips and pulled Mom’s groin into mine as my puffy, spongy head banged against her cervix. Her pussy exploded, the vice-like gripping setting off my climax. I grunted and groaned as my prick jerked and pulsed in Mom’s pussy.
Dee’s body tensed as she flooded Mom’s mouth with her cum, filling her with the remainder of my cum. After our releases, I removed my hands from Mom’s ass and hugged Dee to me as we kissed.
Dee was the first to break the silence. “Well, you two have certainly held up your end of the deal.” She crawled off Mom and helped us off the bed. As Mom straightened herself, I dressed. Dee slipped on her robe and handed Mom the tape and said, “Thank you so much. That’s the best revenge sex I’ve ever had. Jake is going to have to step up his game in the future.”
Mom’s expression turned curious as she asked, “You’re not going to divorce him? You’ve done this before?”
“No, he’s a keeper,” Dee replied with a wicked grin. “I love rewarding the offended spouse for my husband’s activities. It really spices up our love life. Sometimes, I’ll even help him seduce a woman, if I see a husband I’d like to take to the sack.”
We hugged her goodbye, and on the drive home, Mom said firmly, “This never happened, and we don’t speak of it again. Okay?”
“I won’t bring it up, but I’ll never forget it,” I replied, bringing a slight smile to her face, before turning away from me.
After gathering all the necessary documents from the courthouse, we made plans to confront Lucy that Friday evening. I called and invited her to dinner with Mom, Julie, and me. Julie arrived an hour early to help Mom prepare the meal.
As they chopped and stirred, conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming confrontation.
“You know,” Julie mused, “Frank seemed really shaken by the news about Lucy. Almost guilty. Like maybe it reminded him of his own mistake.”
Mom gave a small, dismissive shake of her head. “Don’t read too much into it. He’s probably just worried about Dave and the baby, of course. Amy is still his granddaughter.”
Julie nodded slowly. “That makes sense. I didn’t even think of it like that.”
Lucy arrived right on time, gently passing the sleeping Amy into Julie’s arms. Julie carried her into the spare bedroom and settled her into the crib we kept for her visits. Moments later, she returned to join us for dinner. The conversation stayed light, intentionally casual. None of us gave the slightest hint of the real reason Lucy had been invited.
Once the dishes were washed and put away, Julie quietly excused herself to check on Amy. That was the cue. Mom retrieved a manila folder from the sideboard and placed it on the table, its weight palpable.
“Have a seat, Lucy,” she said gently. “We need to talk.”
Lucy sat down slowly, her eyes flicking between Mom, me, and the envelope. I could almost hear the gears turning in her mind as she tried to anticipate what was coming.
Mom took a breath and began, her voice steady but restrained. “Please let me say everything before you ask any questions. This isn’t easy for me, and I need to keep my thoughts straight.”
“Before you say anything, Melissa,” Lucy began, her voice calm but resolute, “I want to thank you for taking me in, for treating me like family, like a daughter. You might wonder why I’m starting this way, but you know that I’m not naive. I already have a good idea of what you’re about to tell me.”
She didn’t need to read minds; Lucy had always been sharp: keen-eyed, intuitive, a natural at piecing things together.
Mom hesitated, momentarily caught off guard by Lucy’s matter-of-fact tone. The momentum had shifted. Silently, she pulled a few photos from the manila envelope and handed them over.
Lucy took them with steady hands, glanced through them without flinching, her expression unreadable, as if confirming what she already knew.
“We know you’ve been seeing multiple men,” Mom said evenly, “And we’d like to propose a straightforward divorce.” She handed Lucy a stack of photos, images of her accepting money for sex from different men. “We believe the judge would favor granting us custody of Amy after seeing this. I’m truly sorry it’s come to this, but don’t you think it’s for the best? Let us raise Amy in a stable home, while you pursue the life you seem to be choosing.”
Lucy remained motionless, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she finally asked, “So, is it my turn to speak now?”
Mom gave a quiet nod as Lucy picked up the photos, the ones showing her receiving money from the husbands. She studied them for a moment before speaking. “This is a bit of a stretch. These won’t hold up in court. I could’ve been selling them Girl Scout cookies, for all anyone knows. I did think it was odd that both of them handed me cash afterward. I’m guessing one of you convinced them it was some kind of prank, then snapped a photo to make it look like a transaction.”
Mom responded softly, “Yes. Julie dressed up like a prostitute and persuaded them to play along.”
A flicker of sadness crossed Lucy’s face, the first crack in her otherwise composed expression. “That ... that genuinely hurts. I like Julie. And I can only imagine how difficult that must’ve been for her. Please tell her I’m sorry.”
Lucy flipped through the photos, her brow lifting. “No, Jake?”
“We have video of the two of you at the house,” Mom replied calmly. “Would you like to see it?”
Lucy gave a wry smile. “No need. I was there. Let me guess the gist of it. You captured me having sex while Amy was just a room away, and now you’re using that to build your case that I’m an unfit mother.”
She laughed softly at Mom’s discomfort, then added, “Figures. As if we’re the only couple on the planet who’ve had sex within earshot of their kids.”
After a pause, her tone shifted slightly, more reflective than defensive. “Still, I’m sorry you went through all this effort. Honestly, it wasn’t necessary. I should’ve come clean sooner. Truthfully, I expected Jake’s wife to divulge our affair to you before this. She has a strange fixation with tracking down the husbands of Jake’s flings. According to him, she’s into some pretty out-there stuff. You may want to tread carefully if she comes knocking.”
Mom flushed, a tinge of color rising in her cheeks as she recalled the incident with Dee. She quickly shifted gears. “So, how did you meet these men?”
“At the coffee shop,” Lucy replied with a shrug. “I probably get hit on a dozen times a day. I get to be selective. A Monday, Wednesday, Friday rotation seemed like a good starting point.”
Seeing the shock on Mom’s face, Lucy tilted her head, slightly puzzled. “Melissa, I know this probably isn’t something you approve of. But I think Dave understands that I’m not someone who can be, let’s say, tamed. That’s why he’s filing for divorce, isn’t it? He knows reconciliation is out of the question.”
She softened, but her gaze remained steady. “I do love both of you. That hasn’t changed. But I have this need, something inside me that craves attention, connection. I don’t know how to shut it off. And when I have time to myself, that’s where it goes.”
“I’m not even sure what to say,” Mom whispered. “Where do we go from here?”
Lucy offered a small, knowing smile. She thrived on clarity, and this, finally, was a problem she could solve. “There’s really only one path forward,” she said softly. “We’ll proceed with the divorce. I’ll relinquish my parental rights to Amy. I won’t ask for alimony, and you won’t pursue child support. That way, we cut all ties cleanly.”
She paused, steady and composed. “It’s better this way. If we keep any connection, it’ll just reopen wounds that need to heal. I’d like to stay in the rental until the hearing, and then I’ll leave and start over somewhere new. I plan to legally change my name, so if Amy ever decides to look for me, it won’t be easy. But I promise that I’ll never reach out to her. Or to any of you. You have my word.”
Mom drew a deep breath, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been holding it since Lucy began speaking. “I’d almost forgotten how sharp and level-headed you are,” she murmured. “I’m truly grateful for everything you’re doing. I’m going to miss you more than you know. It breaks my heart that we couldn’t find a way to make it work.”
“I love you both,” Lucy said gently, “But I know I’ll never be content with just one man.” She paused, steady. “Let’s finish the paperwork so we can file first thing Monday.”
We spent the next hour completing the forms in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. When everything was signed, Mom, still a licensed notary from her bookkeeping work, sealed it with her stamp.
With everything finalized, Lucy stood and reached out to Mom. They held each other tightly, tears spilling freely as years of love, regret, and unspoken words finally gave way. When they parted, Lucy turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper. “Dave, could you go hold Amy for a bit and send Julie in? I want a moment to say goodbye to her. Amy’s staying here now. Her new life should start tonight.”
I held Amy for a while, her small frame warm in my arms, before hearing the soft click of the front door. I stepped out to find Mom and Julie standing together, cheeks wet with tears, having just shared their own quiet goodbye with Lucy.
Mom took Amy gently from me, brushing a thumb across her granddaughter’s cheek. “Lucy said she’ll meet you at the rental so you can pick up Amy’s belongings and her crib. I know she’s hurt you, but remember that her mind works differently from ours. She never meant to cause pain.”
When I stepped inside the house, Lucy sat at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of iced tea, her gaze lost in thought. I moved quickly, gathering Amy’s and my scattered belongings. After the car was loaded, I took the seat across from Lucy. We locked eyes, the silence between us heavy with unspoken memories.
Then she spoke, her voice steady but distant. “No matter what you believe,” she began, “I did enjoy my time with you. I don’t know if the way I was raised has left me incapable of loving someone completely, but you were the closest I came. I tried to quiet my desires, to tame that part of myself, but the more I did, the more resentment crept in. That’s not fair to you. You deserve better. You’re a good man, and an even better lover. I hope you find someone who can love you without restraint.”
I took a breath, gathering my thoughts before replying. “When we first got together, I honestly couldn’t believe someone as beautiful and intelligent as you would ever see something in me. But you did, and your unwavering belief in us helped me find confidence I didn’t know I had. I’ve grown because of you. I’ll always be grateful for that. I’ll carry those memories with me, but I also hope you find the future you’re searching for. You deserve to be happy, truly. And I’d never want to stand in the way of that.”
We sat in silence for a long moment before I stood to leave. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. When I stepped back, she gave me a small, wistful smile and asked, “Want a quickie to remember me by?”
Once, that invitation would’ve unraveled me. Her allure had always clouded my judgment. But in that moment, something inside me settled. I realized the truth. I hadn’t really loved her. I loved what we had in bed. I didn’t hate her, but I didn’t love her either. Not for who she was.
“No, thanks,” I said softly.
She didn’t argue. “I understand. Take care,” she replied in a flat voice, then turned away and disappeared into the bedroom.
I walked out, and as I drove home, tears slid down my face. I kept telling myself there was no reason to feel sorry, but that didn’t stop the ache from rising.
Court schedules must have lightened, because we were unexpectedly granted a hearing for Wednesday. Although the divorce was uncontested, a judge still had to review the case due to Lucy’s decision to relinquish her parental rights.
On the way to the courthouse on Wednesday, we stopped by the bank. Mom wanted me to close out our account, which was only eight thousand, and grabbed the title to the car and had me sign off on it.
My nerves were frayed as we stood before the judge that Wednesday morning. He flipped through the paperwork, adjusted his glasses, and shifted his gaze, first to me, then to Lucy.
“This seems to be a straightforward divorce,” he said, his tone clinical, “From a marriage that’s lasted less than a year. My primary concern is the matter of custody. Traditionally, the court favors placing a child with the mother.”
Turning to Lucy, the judge asked, “Were you coerced into giving up custody of your child? According to these documents, you’re still earning an income, while the plaintiff is currently unemployed and unable to financially support your daughter.”
Lucy met his gaze without flinching. “No, I wasn’t coerced. I’m relinquishing custody by choice. Dave’s mother, Melissa, will support Dave and ensure the proper care of Amy. I trust her implicitly. And as for the assumption that children are always better off with their mothers, that’s not necessarily true. It’s a product of outdated, patriarchal thinking baked into the legal system. It’s not a universal truth.”
Her words didn’t win her any favor. The judge’s expression turned cold as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “Then explain to me,” he said, a trace of derision in his voice, “Why you believe you wouldn’t be the more suitable parent.”
“Your honor,” Lucy said evenly, “The truth is, my lifestyle isn’t compatible with raising a child. We’re divorcing because I enjoy being with men, many men. I’m moving to Las Vegas to pursue my dream of performing, of entertaining men, and being paid well for it. Do you honestly believe that would be a more suitable environment for Amy than the care of her devoted father and loving grandmother?”
The courtroom held its breath as the judge examined her closely, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. He found none.
With a sharp crack of the gavel, he declared, “This divorce is final, according to the original terms, effective in thirty days.”
Mom turned to me and said, “Take the car and return to the house. I have some items to discuss with Lucy.”
When I arrived home, I found Julie cradling Amy, who was fast asleep in her arms. “How’d it go?” she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.
“No bumps. It’ll be finalized in thirty days,” I related. “Mom left with Lucy, so I’m not sure when she’ll be back. Want me to take Amy so you can head home?”
“Not a chance,” she said, tightening her arms protectively around Amy. “I love holding her.” She looked up with a faint smile. “But I could use a glass of water. Then we can chat while we wait for Melissa.”
Lucy dropped Mom off two hours later. When she walked in and caught our expectant looks, she didn’t wait for the questions.
“We stopped at the DMV first and transferred the car into her name. Then we visited the insurance office where I paid for six months of insurance. And finally, we went to the bank, where she opened a debit card. I gave her the remaining funds from your joint account. I just wanted to give her a clean slate. A real chance at starting fresh. It felt like a small price to pay for what she gave up, our precious Amy.”