Chapter 17

The next couple months crept by slowly for the whole clan. Sofia couldn’t wait to start her summer vacation, Romi and Flora were anxious to see Michelle and Angie again, and Henry couldn’t wait for the construction work on his house to be completed. Actually, by that time, everyone in the Giddings house was ready for the add-on / remodel to be over and done with. Five days a week, from about 8:30am to sunset, the hammering and sawing and general racket continued. At least once a day, Henry would drop by unannounced to check the workers’ progress, and to set Flora’s nerves at ease.

Initially, Flora had all but demanded that Henry be there anytime the workers were present. She didn’t feel comfortable having strangers in her house while he was at the office. Thankfully, Henry’s imposing physical stature ensured that none of the men said or did anything to further Flora’s nervousness. And, though Henry didn’t know it, it also helped that Jorge knew all the construction workers quite well. Before work began, he made it clear to the workers that he would personally kill any of them that made his hermana feel unsafe. Since he’d been brandishing a large butcher knife at the time, they believed the veracity of his statement.

There was another reason the Giddings ladies were antsy for the construction to be completed. Namely, the fact that Flora expected all of them to be fully covered while those other men were around the house. And not just ‘fully clothed’, but completely covered from their necks to their ankles.

“We shouldn’t wear anything that will let someone know how we’re shaped,” she cautioned Romi and Sofia. “That’s not for them to know ... or even for them to fantasize about later. Enrique is the only man who is allowed to know these things.”

And so, during daylight hours, for the entire renovation period, the ladies wore industrial bras and bulky sweatshirts to cover their torsos, plus a pair of shorts, covered by sweatpants. These precautions ensured that no one without prior knowledge of their bodies would have a clear picture of what was hidden under those purposely frumpy garments. Thankfully, the warmth of Springtime arrived later than normal that year, or the ladies would have been more than uncomfortable, they might have felt like they were roasting.

Henry didn’t ask them to do these things, nor did he endorse their actions, at least not vocally. But deep down inside, he was pleased that ‘his’ women had taken it upon themselves to remain chaste, except for their interactions with him.

Every Friday night, after the workers had retreated to their own homes and dinner had been consumed, the Giddings family would retire to the master bedroom for another session of ‘special time’. Over the days, weeks, and months, Sofia slowly became more self-confident. She lost her girlish nervousness about her body, growing some proud confidence instead. She was so much like her mother in so many ways, not the least of which was her apparently endless need to feel Henry’s naked body against her own as often as possible. On weekdays, she would find herself pining for his touch, her breasts aching with desire to be held by his calloused but gentle fingers. As each weekday dragged on laboriously, the warm, aching need in her tummy slowly expanded outward until she was forced to pleasure herself just to keep her sanity. So, by the time Friday night rolled around, she was like a wildcat in heat.

Flora was almost beside herself with glee when the DIY ‘build a dildo based on a real dick’ kit arrived. She was thankful that it had been packaged discreetly and wrapped in plain brown paper. The tracking number Michelle had provided was accurate and allowed Flora to be certain Romi and Sofia wouldn’t find the parcel before she herself got it.

That evening, after everyone else had begun settling in, Flora surprised Henry with the kit. She spent a couple minutes explaining why she and Michelle had acquired it before begging Henry to put it to use. Looking over the packaging, Henry wasn’t as confident as she was. His first impression was that someone, namely Flora (and by extension, he himself), had just been scammed out of a hundred dollars. But after he opened the package and quickly scanned the instructions, he decided to humor his wife and give it a try.

After gathering the additional required instruments (a meat thermometer and some wooden stir sticks), Henry sequestered himself in the master bath. He then disrobed, closed his eyes, and recalled Sofia’s petite, busty nakedness - so supple, young, smooth, tight, and eager to please. Those memories brought life to his heavy hog, which he encouraged with one hand. Before long, the recollection, plus his own manual efforts, had his flagpole engorged. To be sure, it wasn’t in a state of throbbing mania, like it had been each time he’d touched Sofia’s enthusiastic body, but it was hard enough to be called ‘proud’. As quickly as he could, Henry mixed and stirred the contents of powder included in the kit, poured them into the XL-sized tube, and then waited for 90 seconds. While waiting, he had to continually monitor the temperature of the tacky mixture, ensuring it stayed at a constant level. All this required fussing and fidgeting took Henry’s mind off of lovely little Sofia, and sadly, his cock began to wilt. When the timer dinged after 90 seconds, he tried to regain his erection with some rapid jerking ... then stuffed his half-hard meat into the tube of goopy, sticky solution ... and waited. The directions said to wait another 60 seconds, then remove the ‘source organ’ from the tube. No matter how much Henry tried to focus on memories of Sofia, and Romi, and Flora, and even Michelle or Angie, his dick simply wouldn’t maintain its rigidity. And so, after the 60 seconds had passed, he pulled his semi-erect dong from the tube and decided the whole thing had been a waste of time. Not only that, he had to shower just to remove the residual tacky goop from his own johnson.

Back in the bedroom, Flora waited anxiously for the results. Henry exited the en suite bathroom with a scowl, and reported his disgust with the product. “The whole process is kinda like trying to make a cake, except the batter won’t be any good after about 2 minutes, and you have to stay hard the whole time you’re mixing and measuring and making sure the cake batter is exactly the right temperature...” Henry grumbled as he threw up his hands in defeat. “It’s just so ... clinical. I don’t know how any man could do that and maintain an erection.”

“Do you think it would work if I ... helped you?” Flora asked.

Henry sighed. “Nah. I don’t know ... maybe.”

“Hmmm ... what if both Sofia and I helped you?” Flora smirked.

The corners of Henry’s mouth began to curl up. “I’d be a fool to pass that up, sugar bear. Even if the whole dildo-making thing turns out to be a complete bust, I’ll still get to enjoy two of my favorite ladies rubbing their bodies against me.” Henry smiled devilishly. “That’s an offer too good to pass up.”

“Good to hear,” Flora chuckled. Thankfully, she knew her husband well enough to know that his attraction to Romi and Sofia didn’t mean he loved her any less. A person can’t always control what turns them on, after all. And in Flora’s mind, he had earned the right to play out every fantasy he desired, because she knew he could never, ever hurt any of the ladies he loved so deeply ... in every sense of the term. “It’s settled then,” she said after kissing him. “I know that Romi is gonna be in Amarillo most of the day with her friends ... don’t worry, I’ll give Romi a heads-up, so she doesn’t think I went behind her back, and I have to remember to make sure Sofia doesn’t make any other plans...”

Henry emitted a low, raspy chortle from deep in his chest. Along with her glorious physical attributes, Flora had a deliciously naughty mind, and he was eternally grateful.

Flora kissed him again before continuing. “Bueno! You can get all the stuff together, and the three of us can go in the bathroom, just like you did tonight. But, with Sofia and me ‘helping’, I think we can keep Stanley ready while you measure and mix and whatever else you have to do ... in fact, I’m pretty fuckin’ sure that Sofia might be able to do it by herself. But I’m your wife, and I wanna be there too.” She flashed him a wicked grin, her dark eyes glinting in the moonlight that trickled in through the blinds. “But for now, I’d like to see if I can get Stanley to come out and play with me.”

Flora threw the covers off both of them and slid her body down his, peppering little kisses along his chest and abs. Then, purposely skipping over his crotch, she began kissing the insides of his thighs, chuckling quietly to herself when she spied his monster twitching as it lay draped on his right thigh. Before long, she wrapped both hands around the veiny shaft jutting from his groin, then slobbered all over it, lubricating it in readiness for her own slippery tunnel. When she was satisfied that he was as hard as he needed to be for her purposes, she told him to get behind her. “I want you to fuck me like a wild animal, Enrique. I want you to beat up my pussy ... just destroy it ... and then fill it full of your cream.”

Henry happily obliged.

The next morning, Flora informed Romi of the plan to bring Sofia in for some more ‘special time’ with Henry, and Romi agreed, citing no issues with her mother’s plan. As designed, Flora didn’t tell her about the whole ‘making a dildo version of Henry’ aspect. As far as Romi knew, her parents would simply be bringing her daughter in for some more ‘hands-on learning’. Romi trusted Henry enough with Sofia that she didn’t feel she had to be there every single time the two of them got naked together ... at least not anymore. Sure, she still preferred to be present when Sofia was intimate with Henry, but the truth of it was that Sofia had, much like herself, quickly learned all she really had to know about her own sexuality. Sofia no longer seemed to have any more questions that needed a mother’s direct answer, and the girl repeatedly demonstrated that she’d fully absorbed the warnings she’d been given regarding unwanted pregnancy.

The months of weekly ‘special time’ had empowered the girl to be confident, and to gently demand the kind of attention she desired. For that, and so many more reasons, Henry was the perfect man for the job. The biggest lingering reason for Romi’s desire to be there was her own nagging jealousy. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being replaced by her own daughter.

Weeks before, this had been the topic of a long, weepy conversation between Romi and Flora. When confronted by her daughter’s confession of envy, Flora fessed up, letting Romi know that she herself had harbored those same fears for many years.

“For the longest time, I thought Enrique would leave me when you two started having sex,” Flora admitted, “and I was too embarrassed to ever tell him about it. Hell, a couple times, I even thought about leaving and taking you with me ... but I stuck around, because I love him so much. And eventually, I finally got it through my thick head that he loves me that much too ... and you. I know he would never do anything to hurt any of us, mija. Not physically or emotionally. The truth is that he needs all of us as much as we need him ... and not just for sex either,” she chuckled to herself. “Enrique’s mom, Dolores, God rest her soul ... she told me a long time ago that, in some ways, he is still kind of like a little boy; To stay happy, he needs a caring, strong woman in his life ... to take care of him, to praise him once in a while, and yes, to please him in bed. And guess what, mija? Me and you and Sofia, all of us ... we all fill that role now. In his heart, he can’t be anywhere except with us... all of us.” Mother and daughter shared a warm, loving embrace.

After breakfast, Romi chose to motor off to Amarillo, secure in the knowledge that her position with her Daddy was safe. She and her friends planned to have a mini “girls’ day out” in Amarillo. Their plan was to catch a movie, then lunch in some fancy place downtown, then a bit of shopping, before returning home to Cactus.

That left the lion’s share of the day to Henry, Flora and Sofia ... and they planned to use those hours to enjoy themselves. By necessity, it had to start with another attempt at creating a silicone replica of Henry’s hog. They made their way into the master bath, where Henry had laid out all the ingredients, instructions and other needed apparatuses. Then, as he’d hoped, Flora and Sofia got naked while Henry did the same. The nearness of their arousing nudity and the mixture of their scents caused Henry’s sausage to begin stiffening right away, which wasn’t lost on either of the ladies. Henry groaned and reluctantly turned to focus on measuring and mixing ingredients once more. As he did so, he heard his wife say, “Sofia, baby girl, why don’t you get down there and use your hands on your Papa ... keep him nice and hard, okay?”

Henry’s senses were bombarded by the two busty ladies, their delicate aromas that combining to create an even greater olfactory experience. It was a heady mixture of Flora’s green apple shampoo, and her cocoa butter body lotion, which would have been enough to get Henry’s motor going. But to add even more sweetness, those odors were tinged with the dick-stiffening aroma of Sofia’s already overheated pussy – the scent of which hit Henry’s nose the same way it had the first time ... like baby powder with a hint of honeysuckle. All those wafting flavors made Henry a little dizzy as the blood quickly redirected southward from his brain.

Sofia’s eagerness was already evident in her body language and blushing face, so her abuela’s suggestion brought a quick reaction from the teen. “Okay!” She said brightly before dropping to her knees in front of Henry and grabbing his heavy cock with both her dainty hands. She then started to stroke him. As she did so, she marveled again at the size of the member in her hands, wondering how she had ever been able to get it inside herself. Hell, she still couldn’t fit the entire head in her mouth! Thankfully, her little pussy was much more accommodating, though every time he slid into her, she was still stretched to a point very near delirium, teetering precariously between pain and bliss.

Drooling with anticipation of what the afternoon might hold, she began to lovingly plant little kisses all along the length of his shaft, causing his dick to begin pulsing with his heartbeat.

While Sofia was using her little hands to keep Stanley ready, Flora caressed her husband’s butt cheeks and mashed her tits against his wide back, moving her torso around to scrape her nipples on his skin.

Eventually, Henry had mixed the ingredients and ensured everything was at the proper temperature. Very reluctantly, he pulled his cock free of Sofia’s hands, which made her emit a tiny whimpering noise. He then poured the mixture into the XL tube and slid his rampant rod into it, doing his best to hold it steady for the required 60 seconds so the compound could fully gel around him.

Flora continued to swish her large breasts across his back and kiss him along his shoulder blades. She then told Sofia, “Rub your boobs on him, sweetie ... anywhere at all ... that’s right.” She noticed that Sofia tried to wrap her tits around one of Henry’s calves, sliding up and down his muscled, hairy leg. It surprised Flora, and Henry. To be honest, he wouldn’t have predicted that he would enjoy it the sensation of fucking her large tits with his leg ... but she was rubbing her naked skin on his, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he would take some pleasure in her awkward, but enthusiastic efforts.

Without being prompted, Sofia reached up with one hand and cradled Henry’s balls, one at a time. She had heard from her mother that boys’ testicles were very sensitive and could be injured easily, so she tried to be extra careful with her Papa’s bulging ball sack. She seemed transfixed on the smoothly shaved sack that held his sauce makers, and the fact that the egg-shaped mysteries inside seemed really big to her. “I wonder if they’re, like ... swollen...,” she thought silently. “Maybe he’s making extra cum just for this afternoon.” The notion that her Papa might be making extra love juice just for her made her feel even more special. Extra tingly ... extra itchy.

When the timer dinged, Henry slowly removed his still-raging pecker from the mold, and briefly checked inside it to see if the process had worked, peering inside the cavity that had been created by his cock. To him, it looked like the first part had been a success. But there would be no way to know for sure until the next part was done.

When his dick hit the open air, Sofia immediately grabbed it again and began to move her mouth toward it. Henry had to stop her. “Sorry, punkin’,” he said, “you gotta let me wash off first ... I’m not completely sure the chemicals in this are safe to have inside you ... not ‘til they’ve completely dried, at least.”

Sofia reluctantly backed off and waited. Henry quickly stirred and poured the silicone and color dye into the mold he’d just created, shook out the bubbles, and set the contraption aside. “There. Now, all that’s left to do is wait.”

“How long does it take?” Flora asked.

“The instructions say to wait at least an hour. But I think I’ll let it sit longer than that ... maybe ‘til dinner time.”

Flora nodded her approval.

Then, Henry smiled and clapped his hands before rubbing them together. “So, who wants to join me for a quick shower?”

“I do!” Sofia quickly hopped to her feet, causing her colossal cans to bounce and jiggle enticingly.

“And you, Flora?” he asked.

“You two go ahead,” Flora answered with a smile. “I’ll be in bed, priming myself ... and waiting for you.” She kissed him on the cheek and swatted his butt before turning toward Sofia and slapping her butt too. “And for the record,” she told her granddaughter with a smile, “I get him first today.” She then turned and padded toward the bedroom.

Henry and Sofia enjoyed the shower, but not for as long as either of them might have preferred. First, he had to cleanse himself of the noxious, sticky goop left on his skin from the kit. Then, he enjoyed a few minutes of Sofia’s wet body as she nuzzled, caressed and slid her skin along his own. His mighty cock never had a chance to lose rigidity. When Henry knew he’d kept Flora waiting long enough, he started tickling Sofia, eliciting raucous giggles from the teen, and forcing her to retreat from the shower. He turned off the water, exited the shower, and then dried himself while she did the same. Together, the two of them went into the bedroom to join Flora on the bed.

Almost as soon as he hit the bed, Flora quickly mounted him and slid as much of his cock inside her as her body would allow. With no need for words, she rode him savagely, determined to find the release she needed so badly. More to the point, a tiny, selfish part of her wanted to make sure she got Henry’s first load, instead of Sofia. After she’d ridden herself through two orgasms, she heard his grunting increase to a low growl, and then felt him explode inside her gripping gulch. As usual, she couldn’t hold all his expelled seed in her, so when she started to feel over-full, she pulled herself off his spitting snake and slurped the head into her greedy mouth. In that way, she consumed as much of his jizz as she could manage before slumping to one side of him on the bed.

Sofia was taking her mother’s previous warnings about pregnancy seriously. As soon as Flora flopped to the mattress gasping, the teen’s first thought was to jump her Papa’s bones and slide that big, tasty dick in her little kitty. But she as much as she ached to know what it felt like to have his cum inside her, she didn’t want to take that chance. A part of her wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t be able to get his pecker completely jizz-free using only her mouth before she sat on it. So, she went to the bathroom, grabbed a washrag, wet it with warm water, then used it to clean off Henry’s still-twitching dick. Once she was happy with her work, she blindly tossed the rag in the general direction of the bathroom and began mounting her Papa’s engorged cock.

Though she knew she could fit the whole thing inside herself, she also knew she would have to take her time. Her little hole wasn’t made to accept something so big impatiently. And over the months since she first rode him, she had learned that she liked the initial insertion almost as much as when she had all of it inside. The bulbous head of his dick had a thick ridge underneath it that rubbed the top of her pussy just right. There was something just a few inches inside her, on the top of her tunnel ... a little patch of something that made her feel like she might pass out every time that spongy ridge of his cockhead scraped across it. Romi had told her that it was called a ‘G-spot’. Sofia didn’t particularly care what it was called, so long as she could get her Papa to use his magic cock to massage that hard-to-reach hot zone.

Though she didn’t have a great deal of experience, she’d learned enough to know what she liked. And so, she rode her Papa to a rhythm only she could hear. When she wanted to go faster, she did. When she wanted to plug herself completely full of his dick and grind on top of him, she did. And she reveled in the sensations, especially when her Papa used his hands to caress her all over. Or when he used his mouth on her knockers. To be so full of him while he sucked on her boobies was just the best thing ever!

Knowing she couldn’t let him finish inside her, she slowly extricated him from her spasming twat and asked him to switch places with her. As much as she loved to have him inside her in any position, she absolutely adored the feeling of his weight on top of her while he plowed in and out of her. Some strange desire she didn’t really understand, but never questioned, gave her exponentially more pleasure when she felt like her Papa was just using her body for his own joy. It was a feeling almost like purpose ... like a pre-ordained destiny being fulfilled. To belong to him so completely and willingly.

Without any knowledge of this, Henry fulfilled her wish. Once his prong was fully enveloped in her tight, young innards, he built up a savage, and selfish, pace. Little Sofia grunted and groaned her arousal as he plugged away at her, his girth and length stretching the teen’s tender hole. When he felt his orgasm approaching, he pulled himself out of her with a surprisingly loud, wet squelching sound, then began stroking his angry cock with one hand. With eyes that showed his animalistic need, he jerked and jacked his juice-coated hog until his balls tightened and began sending their seed outward, where it was delivered in gooey ropes onto Sofia’s supple, young frame. She cooed and purred as she felt the blasts of jism hit her skin. Over and over and over and over again, he spasmed atop her, coating her torso with a truly fantastic volume of daddy juice. When the torrent slowed to a dribble, Sofia took the very tip of his sensitive dick head to her lips and sucked the remainder straight onto her tongue, humming and swallowing like a barn kitten next to a puddle of spilled milk.

The two of them collapsed to the bed, panting. Only then did they realize that Flora had fallen asleep right next to them, apparently while the two had been so savagely coupling. Henry decided his wife had the right idea, and pulled the cum-coated Sofia to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. There, he and Sofia panted until they caught their breath, then fell asleep together.

Romi returned to the house a little earlier than she expected. The outing with her friends had been cut short when Lori, one of the friends, received a call from her husband. Lori spent a few frustrated minutes on the phone with her husband before announcing that she was needed back home. She gave no further clarification, and at the time, no one thought to ask. Instead, they all paid their part of the lunch bill and departed separately. A couple weeks later, Lori would explain that her husband had been called out for an emergency and had no one who could watch the kids.

After the drive from Amarillo, Romi entered the house with only one thing on her mind ... toilet. She’d enjoyed a large soda at the movies, plus 2 glasses of iced tea with lunch, and her bladder was screaming for relief. So, when she walked in, she went straight to the lavatory she and Sofia shared. Once her business was done there, she went looking for the girl, expecting a gleeful play-by-play recap of the naughty times the teen had shared with her Papa and abuela.

Noting the conspicuous silence in the house, Romi first checked Sofia’s room, and found it empty. Then, with her curiosity growing, she trekked down the hall to the master bedroom. There, she found her parents and Sofia, all still naked and snoring quietly, their limbs entangled. She chuckled to herself before she began removing her own clothes.

As quietly as she could, she crawled onto the bed, taking care not to jostle the sleepers. Her intent was to wake Henry with her mouth on his dick. But when she got close enough to see clearly, she realized that Sofia had a hand on Henry’s flaccid cock. In a moment of surprising revelation, Romi thought, “That’s the only way any of us could ever hope to get our fingers all the way around that horse cock of his ... grab it while it’s soft.” She smiled to herself and decided to gently suck the top third of her Daddy’s dick into her greedy mouth, which left Sofia’s hand undisturbed.

Less than two minutes later, Henry woke to the sight of Romi nursing on the top 2/3 of his hard cock, while one of the still-snoring Sofia’s little hands rested on the root of it. Henry smiled down at Romi, who removed his dick from her maw long enough to whisper, “Hey Daddy. Did you save any for me?”

The truth was that Henry hadn’t planned on any more sexual activity that day. After all, Flora and Sofia had completely satisfied him. But he didn’t feel capable of passing up the opportunity to enjoy Romi’s body, so even though his balls were already a little tender, he nodded to Romi.

“Mmm...,” Romi hummed. Noting the sandwich of naked flesh in which Henry was the center, Romi knew she would have to either wake or move both Flora and Sofia, otherwise, there wouldn’t even be enough room for her to mount her Daddy. Plus, she always loved the feeling his hands gave her when he used them to roam over her body seductively, pinching, twisting, cupping and squeezing her tingling parts. And at that moment, both his arms were pinned under Flora and Sofia. Romi would have to rectify that before continuing.

Scooting toward her mother, Romi gently shook her shoulder. The action roused Flora enough to open her eyes half-way, at which point, she smiled sleepily at Romi and said, “Hello again, mija ... how was your day out?” Romi just nodded slightly before saying, “I need a little room, Momma ... can you move over this way a bit?” Still mostly drowsy, Flora allowed Romi to nudge and push her body a couple feet away from Henry, then quickly began to quietly snore anew. Romi stepped off the bed and rounded it to try the same task with her daughter.

Kissing Sofia’s forehead and gently shaking a shoulder did nothing to rouse the teen. “She always was a deep sleeper,” thought Romi, then an idea struck her. Using one hand, Romi began gently pulling and twisting Sofia’s nipples. Still drifting in and out of dreamland, Sofia began to moan. Still, Romi kept up her teasing assault on her daughter’s perky, fat tits. Henry’s dick began to pulse as he watched Romi’s curious wake-up tactics. Eventually, Sofia was roused from her nap. For just a split second, she looked at her mother with a gaze of shock, which quickly melted to a surprised stare, and eventually settled into a blushing visage of arousal. “Mmm ... that feels good, Momma.”

“I’m glad, sweetie. But for now, it’s my turn to have fun with your Papa,” Romi said, “and I need you to move over some ... no, silly, the other way ... there ya’ go. Thank you, baby.”

As soon as Henry’s arms were both freed, he felt tiny electric prickles racing in them as the blood returned. Those pesky little tingles coursed from his elbows to his fingertips. Because he was gonna get his mitts on Romi’s tits anyway, as soon as she straddled him, he brought his tingling fingers up to cup her wobbling wonders and chuckled at the odd sensation of feeling Romi’s heavy honkers while his hands felt like they were laced with static. She just closed her eyes and moaned.

She wanted to just stuff him inside herself, but knew she needed to be wetter. So, using one of her favorite self-lubing tricks, she trapped his now-hard dong between his abs and her pussy, and started grinding. At the same time, she leaned down, offering her breasts directly to Henry’s mouth. The combination of sensations – his thick cock splitting her lips lengthwise, along with his hungry mouth slurping on her areolas – proved to be a winning combination. In only a couple minutes, her pussy felt like a prairie gulch after a heavy rainstorm, her nature-given liquids running freely. She pulled her tetas free of his mouth so she could sit up straight, then began to ease his rigid rod into her slippery snatch, cooing with joy as inch after inch disappeared inside her.