Chapter 6

Flo was dressed again. She and Bev and Constance were all sitting on Flo’s bed. Everything had been cleared up, but now, both Bev and Constance were curious about what it had been like. Flo was disgusted that they wanted to know, but she also knew she owed them something. After their mother had left, to “deal with Bobby” as she had put it, it had come out that Bev’s main problem with the whole fiasco was that she intended to be the next Dalton girl to give her virginity to Bobby. She wasn’t mad that Flo had sex with Bobby. She was mad that Flo had sex with him before she had sex with him. Of course now she knew that she got mad for nothing. No sex had been had.

All that had come out in a more or less tumble of words that did not take into account that there was a “stranger” in their midst. When it occurred to the two girls that Constance was there, it was much too late to try to explain away the fact that one sister had slept naked with Bobby, while another one was pissed off because she hadn’t had sex with him yet.

At that point, Constance had to be brought into the small club of girls who knew that going to Bobby’s bedroom at night could be a very fun little trip indeed.

That was when Bev wanted to know what sleeping naked with Bobby all night long was like. Constance wanted to know what everything was like. As it turned out, they both got to find out, because they were not interrupted at all.

The reason they were not interrupted was because Bobby spent thirty minutes washing every inch of his mother’s body, including her hair, which alone took fifteen full minutes, to keep it from getting tangled.

Mirriam then spent about three minutes washing Bobby. Two of it involved her hands on his prick.

The next roughly two minutes were spent by Mirriam, who was now hot as a pistol, trying to dry herself and Bobby enough that they wouldn’t soak the bed, which she pulled him to, and then spread herself on, laying her wet hair to one side of her as she pulled her knees up and reached to welcome Bobby between her thighs.

He started by nursing her, which was exactly the right thing to do. She had wanted to bare her breast and offer it to each baby she’d held that morning, and the ripples of pleasure his lips gave her only heightened her already frantic need to be filled with prick.

Bobby spent the next twenty minutes doing just that, sliding his long, straight penis deep inside her, making his mother so weak from continuous orgasms, that she would sleep for six hours straight, waking up only to be furious that “they” had allowed her to sleep so long when Prudence needed her.

As she drove back to the hospital, though, Mirriam Dalton was a very happy, very satisfied, and very relaxed woman. Prudence, who again had Kyle at her breast, with Katherine sleeping in a bassinet nearby, saw it on her face when she walked into the room.

“You’ve been with Ted,” she said immediately.

Mirriam flushed darkly. “Not Ted,” she said, unable to lie to her friend.

Prudence raised an eyebrow.

“Their father,” whispered Mirriam, looking from one twin to the other. “It’s complicated.”

Prudence laughed, and then winced at the discomfort that caused. She was now sharing two men with this woman.

Christy walked into the diner somewhat hesitantly. So much had happened to her in the last month that she wasn’t quite sure who she was anymore. She had gone from being a woman who didn’t believe in infidelity, to a woman who wasn’t quite sure what she believed. She’d had plenty of time to think about what had happened. Her parents hadn’t noticed a thing. She’d lain on her bed for hours after she got back home, still full of Bobby’s thick sperm. She knew she should take a shower and wash his scent off of her body, along with the sweat of their exertions, but, somehow, she didn’t ever want to be clean of him. She was just as cognizant that all the lovemaking they had done, had been done without the benefit of any protection to keep her from becoming pregnant. She knew she should feel bad about that ... should feel guilty that a man’s sperm, other than her husband’s, was soaking into her womb. The problem was that she didn’t feel bad. She had loved every second of it.

It wasn’t just the sex. That had been amazing, opening options for her she hadn’t even dreamed of, but she knew it was just that - sex. No, what made her so emotional was that Bobby had cared about her, how she felt, what her fears were and how to assuage them. He treated her like she had fantasized her husband would. What her husband had never given her, Bobby had offered freely. While she was laying there, she was quite sure that if Bobby walked into the room that very second, all she’d be interested in was getting naked as quickly as possible, so he’d have longer to make her feel gloriously alive, before he had to leave again.

She shook that off and saw the woman Bobby had told her about. She sat, tentatively, at a table, and the woman came toward her immediately.

“Good morning. What can I get you?”

“You’re Jill?” asked Christy.

“Yes?” Jill looked at her, on guard.

“Bobby Dalton said I should talk to you.”

“Bobby?”

Bobby hadn’t told her anything about what his relationship with Jill was, and she hadn’t asked. She didn’t have to ask anymore, though. Just the way the woman said his name was clearly recognizable. She said it the same way Christy imagined she’d say it from now on.

“I need a job,” she said, ignoring the little stab of jealousy she felt. The woman was blond, and busty and cute in a way that made Christy feel like a little girl. “He said your boss kept talking about hiring another waitress.”

“How do you know Bobby?” asked Jill, sitting down.

“He ... um ... he did some work for me,” said Christy, blushing.

Jill’s gaze was level for a few seconds. She saw in Christy, the same thing that Christy had heard in her voice.

“I see,” she said. “He kind of gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”

Christy blushed harder.

“Nevermind that,” said Jill, suddenly business like. “You have any experience at waiting tables?”

“No,” admitted Christy.

“Well, neither did I when I started.” Jill grinned. She turned and yelled over her shoulder. “Hey Sal ... there’s somebody here you need to talk to.”

“I’m cooking!” yelled back a man behind the long counter.

Jill got up. “I’ll cook, while you take care of business,” she said.

Fifteen minutes later, Christy was doing on-the-job training, with Jill as her mentor, supervisor, and advisor. It was unpaid training, but Christy didn’t mind. She felt elated just to be making progress, and doing something different.

Three hours later, she was hired. Not only that, there had been time to be interrogated by Jill, who got her whole life story out of her, minus the part about being fucked almost senseless by Bobby Dalton.

“You know what?” said Jill as they rolled flatware into napkins to put on the tables later. “I just thought of something. You’re trying to make it on your own, while your hubby is off making Southeast Asia safe for democracy. Why don’t you move in with me? I could use a roommate, and we’d both save some money.”

“Do you have room?”

“I got plenty,” said Jill. “I’ve even got a second bathroom that we were working on when the marriage went tits up. Maybe we can get Bobby to finish that off, and you can have your own bathroom.”

Nine hours later, two of the women who looked to Bobby Dalton for their sexual needs, were living together.

Bobby walked down the hallway to Prudence’s room. The nursing station had been deserted when he arrived, and he wasn’t actually sure he was allowed to visit her yet. He still felt the dull ache left over when, in a moment of passion that was deeper and stronger than any other he’d ever felt, he lunged into the woman who had given him life and let his penis fill her with his semen. He’d felt almost the same passion when he had done that with Mary.

Since being pulled from her bed by Mirriam, swatted on his naked ass, and told to get dressed, Bobby had mused about that explosion of passion. He had decided that, while he loved the various women he was having sex with; he loved them in a very different way than he loved the women in his own family. There was something about each woman he had fucked that he loved. But he loved everything about Mary and his mother. He was quite sure that was why making love to them had felt so much more important to him.

Prudence was awake. There was a baby at one of her breasts. His mother sat in a chair nearby, playing with the fingers of the other baby. Bobby couldn’t tell them apart, yet.

Her smile, when she saw him made him feel a very similar passion to what he had just been reflecting, and he realized that she was family too, now, in many ways. He didn’t know why, but these babies, made in this woman, seemed more connected to him, somehow, than Tilly’s baby, or Martha’s baby, or Sherry’s baby, all of whom he’d fathered.

“See what you did?” said Prudence, beaming.

“I’d say I was sorry, but you don’t look very unhappy,” he said, grinning.

“I’m not unhappy,” she sighed. “I wanted to kill you about fourteen hours ago, but I’ve changed my mind since then.” She pulled the baby from her nipple and Bobby saw drops of white milk seeping out of it. The baby fussed, and she let it recapture the nipple. Bobby could see its cheeks caving in as it sucked.

“I was going to let you hold your son,” she said, touching the hair of the baby at her breast. “He seems to have even more fascination for my breasts than his father.”

Mirriam looked up and smiled dreamily. Bobby had sucked her nipples until she was almost crazy with desire for him.

“You’ll have to wait a while, unless you can pry your daughter away from her godmother.” Prudence looked over at Mirriam, who stood up.

Bobby accepted the bundled up little girl with an expertise that surprised both women. Mirriam had been about to tell him how to hold a baby, but stood back when he obviously already knew. With a start, she remembered that these weren’t the first grandchildren he’d produced for her. He’d held at least three others that she knew of ... babies she hadn’t been able to hold. She was making up for it with Prudence’s twins.

“Hi, Katherine,” cooed Bobby, cradling the little girl in his arm, lovingly. “My goodness but you’re a beauty. You’re almost as beautiful as your mother.”

He stayed a while longer, and got to hold his son as well. Then he said he had work to do, and kissed both women goodbye. Both women got a kiss on the lips.

After he was gone, Mirriam took Kyle, while Katherine got a turn at sucking at her mother’s breast.

“Who do you suppose he’s going to see now?” asked Prudence.

She didn’t get an answer, because Ted Brandywine walked into the room. He stopped, looked at both women, each holding a baby, and sighed.

“You two look so good holding babies,” he said.

“It’s good to see you,” said Prudence softly. “I was beginning to get a little jealous of Mirriam.”

Ted laughed, and went to lean over and kiss Prudence soundly on the lips.

“I can’t stay long,” he said. “I skipped school during lunch, but I have to get back.”

“Just like a man,” sighed Prudence. “Always leaving a woman in the lurch.”

He laughed again. “I suspect you wouldn’t be quite so welcoming of the attention I’d like to give you, right now.”

Prudence winced. “Talk to me in about six weeks,” she said.

“Count on it,” he said, smiling. “Now, do I get to hold the little rascals?”

“Which one?” asked Prudence.

“Both,” he said, grinning.

He collected two armfuls, kissing Mirriam too, in the process. Then he sat and told them both a story about a frog, who met two beautiful princesses, who kissed him, and made him into a prince.