Chapter 10

We got home, undressed and she was the aggressor, big time! Five minutes into it, she asked, “What happens if you die before any more of your uncles die?”

I repeated that back to her, wanting her to hear it clearly, then I answered her. “It depends,” I said as she was enjoying things. “If we are married, you get what I already have, if we aren’t married, you get nothing.”

“So, two of your uncles died of severe and sudden heart attacks, and now you are thinking that you could die of the same thing? Have I got everything right?”

“Uhhh ... hmm. Y-yeah, that sounds good.” I was barely able to participate much more in this conversation.

“So, how old was Jacob?” she asked.

“Uuuuhh... 68, I think”

“And John, who just died?”

“He was 61 ... and my dad is 40-something; I get it, you’re saying, ‘Life Happens,’ aren’t you?”

“Smart boy, so, we are both 16, waiting to get married. Why don’t we elope and not tell them?”

I had that idea before, but now it makes it made more sense. “Yeah, why don’t we elope, but do it in Vincennes?”

“You can cum now if you want Paul, I am ready for your baby maker batter!

She is quite a seductress, because that was all I needed to hear, and I came like a horse. She finally lowered her chest so I could suck like a newborn and cum at the same time.

“God, I love you, Baby!”

“I know that!”

We finally settled and slept for a few hours.

The following Saturday our mothers showed up, wanting to use the spa. We couldn’t turn them down, mostly because of how good they both looked.

Walking in, Maggie said, “Come in and join us please? It’s no fun unless there is a good-looking young man to look at.”

“It’s the wrong time of month for me,” Mel said. “If I let Paul join you, you won’t attack him, will you?”

The two of them giggled, and I went up to change.

They were already in the spa when I went through the back door. They both whistled at me, while Mel said, “Behave yourselves!”

As I got in, I said to Mel, “Put some melons on the shopping list. Thank you, ladies!”

There was a blast of laughter, as they each got up and showed off their melons.

“I’ll be inside doing homework, Paul. Please be a gentleman.”

“We aren’t keeping you from working on schoolwork, are we?” Maggie asked.

“I’m good, I consider this a biology fieldtrip. So, what’s the latest from you two?”

Getting up and walking to my side, my mother whispered in my ear, “Your father and I had a long very interesting conversation yesterday, followed by the best sex we had in years. What do you say to that, Paulie?”

“You know how I hate that nickname, mother!”

Maggie got up and sat on my other side, “You aren’t talking about me, are you?”

“You make me nervous,” I said.

Playing with her hair, “How do I do that, Paul?”

“I am going to marry your daughter, and I know she will be as lovely as you are right now.”

“So, does that mean that you are as attracted to me as you are to Melody?”

“I need to plead the 5^th to that, my dear.”

“Your son is so precious,” she said to Ruth.

The bubbles came back on, and that felt really good. I closed my eyes, leaned back and tried to rest.