Chapter 9

Maggie parked the car by the kitchen door, and she and Sean unloaded the groceries, into the kitchen. As they moved about, putting them away, they touched each other often, in passing. Maggie finally stopped at the stove, and said:

"We mustn't do this baby. The girls might notice, and guess we were sleeping together. We were very lucky the other night. They might have come in to talk to me, at any moment. We could never have explained it."

"How can I keep my hands off you, now? I get a hard-on, just being near you. Not to touch you, will be very hard."

"Be patient dearest, we'll work things out soon. 'Til then it's hands off, and I mean it, Sean. I'll be very angry with you, if you do something to upset the girls, now. In a week, or two, we'll be able to work out a permanent system. Don't you know it's difficult for me, too? You remind me so much of your father, when we fuck, but it's still different. It's like being with both of you at once, and I love it."

The groceries were soon put away, and Sean went to his room. Maggie cleared a few left-overs out of the refrigerator, and put them down the disposal. This done, she headed for the stairs and her room, for a shower. Her legs felt sticky, from Sean's cum, dribbling from her pussy with every step, and soaking through her panties. Her pantyhose were in the trash, behind the house she had shown that afternoon. Sean had destroyed them, when he jerked them off her legs. When she reached her room, she hung up her suit in the closet, stripped off her blouse and bra, and walked into the bathroom, to toss them into the hamper. She turned on the shower and adjusted it to her taste, before stepping out of her panties, sniffing the crotch briefly, and tossing them into the hamper, with the rest of her things.

I've got a couple hours, before fixing dinner. I'll take my time in here, and really relax, for the first time since Jake died. God, I miss him, but he's gone, and I've got to get on with our lives. Can I do it? Can I keep us together, and lead the kids down the path we agreed is the best, and healthiest one, for all of us? Please God, help me do things right.

Her shower over, she powdered her body, creamed her face and hands and slipped on a robe, as she headed for her bed, and a short nap, before starting dinner. As she lay relaxing on the bed, her thoughts drifted back to a night, several years ago, just after she and Jake had spent an hour, in satisfying sexual activities.

"Jake, how did you ever get to be such an exciting lover?"

"You knew I wasn't a virgin, the first time we made love."

"Of course I knew. You told me so yourself, but you told me there had only been two before me, so I thought you were almost as inexperienced as I."

"You never asked me who they were, or when, so I never told you, 'cause I didn't know how you would re-act. Now you know me better, and you know I love only you, and haven't had anyone but you, since we first met."

"I'm not asking now, lover. If you want to tell me, that's your business, and I'll accept your decision, without question."

"I want to tell you, now. Mainly because we have a family, and the kids are soon going to start thinking about sex. It sounds weird, but you'll understand it all, at the end."

"Well go on. You've gotten my curiosity aroused, now."

"'Okay', but you've got to promise not to interrupt, or ask any questions, until I'm finished. I promise to answer any, and all, the questions you ask, then."

"I promise, too."

"'Okay', here we go. Get comfortable. It's a long story. It started when I had just turned fifteen. I was interested in girls, but they weren't too interested in me. I'd go out on a first date, and then when I'd call the girl back she'd be permanently unavailable, for some reason, I couldn't fathom. I finally asked my Dad, for help. He listened very carefully, and told me he would do what he could. Then nothing more from him. A couple of weeks later, I had just gotten into bed one night, when my mother knocked on my door, and came into my room. She was still an attractive woman, and I loved her. She sat on my bed, and told me my Dad had told her my problem, and they had been pondering a solution, for the past two weeks. They had both been raised in fairly liberal families. As I thought back on it later, I realized that that had a lot to do, with what occurred subsequently. She told me, that my problem was probably due to my not understanding what it was that women wanted, and how they think, about what their men do. We talked a long time that night, and when we were finished, I was beginning to understand some of the things I had done, that had turned those girls against me.

These talks went on for a couple of more days, evenings rather, as they always took place in my room, after I was in bed, in my Pajamas. Finally, on the third or fourth day, things became a little more direct. Mom asked me to show her how I was kissing my dates good-night, when I did. You can imagine how embarrassed I was, but she was encouraging, and very gentle with me, telling me it was all right, and how much she loved me, and how handsome I was. When she finished with all that, I had a lot more confidence, even though I knew, the part about handsomeness, was not totally objective. Anyway, by the end of that evening, I was kissing her with a lot of confidence, and even a little skill. Every night for the next week, we practiced kissing, in every way she could think of. She even had me kissing her shoulders, arms, back and chest. Any where that was exposed, by her night gown. Of course I was a horny young boy, and every night after she left, I would go into the bathroom, and jack off, to get rid of the throbbing hard on I was left with. I knew I wouldn't go blind, or grow hair on my palms, but by the end of that week, I was beginning to wonder about that too.