Chapter 8

My oldest son, James Junior, was born the first week of May. Like all parents, Darlene and I thought he was the cutest ever. I’ll skip the gory details about diapers, washing infinite amounts of baby clothes and bottles, and our issues sleeping. Luckily it was a week after Sarah’s friend Wendy turned 14, and she was happy to babysit for a few hours after school, plus most of the day on Saturdays. Jessi and Melissa helped out too, but it was still challenging.

Wendy was eager to get money for a new laptop and an electric scooter, so she could visit easily instead of walking nearly a mile each way. I called her mother and asked if she could babysit more often after school let out for the summer. She half-jokingly replied, “Okay, just bring her home by September.”

I also hired Wendy’s older brother Larry to mow our lawn and do a few other chores each weekend. I noticed he and Darlene glanced at each other several times. One night I told her, “We had a lot of fun with your mom-son fetish. Larry’s 16. If you’d like to play with him occasionally, I wouldn’t mind. Especially if I get to watch.”

An amused smile grew on my face as she thought about it and her embarrassment became obvious. “I ... he’s so cute, but ... but too young. But...”

“Really, I don’t mind.”

Jessica burst in and told us, “We need to put some things on the calendar. James and I got invited to a couple of weddings, and ah ... and two honeymoons.” She smiled as her cheeks turned pink, then red, then ‘stop light’. Darlene didn’t look happy but said, “Melissa is the one he’s married to. If you want to ... be with other people and she’s okay with it ... not my business.”

One night a few weeks later Melissa and I were sitting on a couch in the third floor living room. My soft and recently emptied penis was still in her pussy beneath her long dress, and I watched her slowly puffing on her fruity vape. She turned and French kissed with me. Our happy afterglow was interrupted when we broke the kiss.

Sarah and her best friend Wendy were standing a few steps away, holding lighters and cigarette packs. Sarah said, “I’m glad we can smoke up here now, instead of going outside all the time.”

Wendy agreed, “Me too, especially when it’s raining or cold out.” She lit a cigarette and I saw the shape of her little nipples through her t-shirt as they sat on the sofa opposite us. Sarah sucked in a puff and I could barely make out the shape of the tiny nubs under her shirt too. I felt my cock growing inside my 18-year-old wife.

Sarah pointed to the pants around my ankles and asked her older sister, “What are you two doing?”

“Um ... nothing.” My new wife distracted her by offering, “Want to try my vape? It’s raspberry-watermelon.”

“Sure!” She took a small puff and said, “Tastes nice.” She sucked in and exhaled several large puffs. “Wow! It tastes good but it’s really weird. It feels like I’m smoking a piece of candy.”

Melissa said, “I haven’t smoked in a long time and I kind of miss it. Can I have a cigarette?” Sarah passed her the half-smoked one from her own mouth. She took a big puff and coughed. “ACK! URK! I can’t believe I used to smoke these things! They’re horrible!”

Wendy asked, “Can I try your vape too?”