Chapter 261: My Parents Are Away!

Will Molly follow his instructions or think she knows better?

It was almost my birthday when I finally came home from the hospital with Molly.

I found that my parents had planned out a pretty good vacation. They were taking a transatlantic cruise out from Florida to Denmark. From there, they would tour Europe, staying and eating at Elena’s family properties. I tried not to laugh when they said they were spending two nights at this bed and breakfast near Toledo. I showed them where to find Andy’s forge so they could say hi to Alex and Andy for me. There were two katanas I had forged to have sent to them but hadn’t. I told them that they were going to the same bed and breakfast where Elena, April, and I stayed when we were in Spain. There would be two packages waiting for my parents to take to give Alex and Andy when they went to visit the shop. The message I received showed me two elaborately detailed sets comprised of a Katana, Wakizashi, and Tanto for each of them. I could tell by looking that the swords used the same process I had used when making all the other swords I made in Japan. The thing was, I didn’t remember making these.

Then again, I did get off in my own little world when making all the swords I do remember.

At the bottom of the note, in a different form of Japanese, the master swordsmith said that the person who commissioned those large numbers of custom swords declared these were too amazing for his needs. Each set should go to someone worthy of the skill and craftsmanship which went into making them. Alex and Andy fit that billing.

It probably wouldn’t hurt anything for their trip to extend a bit longer to let them stay a few more days at my bed and breakfast.

When it was time to take them to the airport, I went to get the babies ready to go too. Molly’s mom arrived to take the babies to her house for at least the next few days.

“My girls are getting to play with these darlings every day, and I miss taking care of infants,” she told us. “Let me do this as a birthday present, David. It is the first time you have gotten to be home alone by yourself for over two weeks. Just because you don’t have to go to high school anymore doesn’t mean you an almost sixteen-year-old with the house to yourself. The last few years have been crazy for you, David. Live a little, be a teenager, and have some fun already. You’re too young to have these dear little ones cramping your style. You know where to come if you want to visit.”

Picking up April, I looked her right in the eyes and felt the link between us as I said, “You be a good girl April. No being mean to them if you don’t like something. Cry until Molly comes to get you or go find her, I know you two don’t need any words to let her know what you need.”

“He does have a strong bond with April,” Molly’s mom said to my parents. “I would swear she understands everything he says like she is his daughter, and they are linked telepathically.”

When I was taking April and her Uncle out to Molly’s mom’s minivan, I heard mom ask, “Whoever said she isn’t his daughter or that they don’t have some sort of telepathic link? You have a house full of children, so I know you have the math down. It has been over eighteen months since he came home after waking from his coma. He had a lot of girls who wanted to make sure that he recovered fully. I know that I conceived around that time due to the influx of girls visiting.”

I quickly buckled my little sister in the van, so I didn’t have to hear the rest of that conversation. I hugged Molly’s mom before she drove off with the babies.

To be a bit silly, I headed up to my room to get a black suit, white shirt, black tie, black socks, black leather shoes, a matching belt, and a black leather driving cap. Dad thought it was quite amusing. Mom said I was silly.

They didn’t seem to mind me driving to the airport in the Rolls Royce Phantom Sedan that I had delivered to let me take them to the airport.

I found that the more expensive the car, especially with someone looking like a chauffeur driving, is proportionate to how much the police outside the terminal harass the drivers parking in the loading and unloading zone. I could have gone into the airport, eaten breakfast, and come back out without a ticket, or them saying a word. If I had brought the Camry, they would have been making me leave before I even found a place to pull in to let my parents out.

When I got back home, I paid the rental company and drove my Camry over to Paula’s house. I have thought a lot about it, and I was going to take her around to places I thought would be good to help her get back a bunch of memories quickly. Steve thought it sounded like a great idea.

Given the way she went from clothed to she and I both being naked with my dick buried inside her, I bet you think anything that gets her horny butt out of the house is a great idea.

After screwing Paula until she complained about her pussy hurting, I got us cleaned up, dressed, and headed for our old primary school. I had made sure that we would be there half an hour before the kids started to come out for recess. With the increased security at the schools, I had called ahead to tell them I was going to be here trying to help Paula remember. They were ok with us doing that, and even encouraged that we play with kids. While that sounded good, Paula wasn’t ever really part of playing on the playground when she was in primary school.

Paula’s eyes lighting up as she recognized something turned out to be a blast. One of the cafeteria workers remembered Paula and the specific meals Paula’s mom had them make for Paula. She asked us to come into the cafeteria to see if that would help bring back memories too. It did, but not how we expected. I watched Paula’s face contort in disgust as she ate the foods on her tray.

In a voice that sounded like the kids in primary school, she said, “My mother wasn’t right in the head. How could she force you to make me a specific meal each day from foods I hated? She ensured I always ate them by giving me smaller portions at dinner and breakfast than my body needed.”

Hey! I get that look now. It is the one meaning you want to hunt down Paula’s mother to feed her broken glass, bits of ground-up metal, and sand with sulfuric acid to drink.

While I had thought the playground would have brought back more memories, since I went to various hiding spots she used to go to with me, the cafeteria triggered so many more memories, mostly bad ones.

She turned me to sit on my lap and pull my arms around her, to comfort her, as she said, “The day after my dolly birthday party you stopped sitting with me during lunchtime. It made me very sad that I told mommy. She said you hated me because I didn’t even give me a birthday present. I cried every day. I didn’t know what I did that made you hate me. I liked you a lot. Dad wasn’t there to ask, so all I had was her, and she was super mean to you. I saw you quit talking to anyone at lunch and not playing at recess like before my birthday. Others saw it, too, but didn’t know why. We were little kids. One day I was upset because I was so hungry but did want to eat what they gave me for lunch. You came over, took my tray away, and gave me your lunchbox, even the juice in your thermos. I saw you make yucky faces as you ate my lunch instead. I told mommy how nice you were. She spanked me for not eating my lunch from school. When I wasn’t hungry at dinner, she spanked me again. I didn’t let you take my lunch the next day, and she spanked me anyway. She didn’t even tell me why. You tried each day for weeks to get me to swap. Then one day, you waited with me in the lunch line. We went to the tables where the kids in trouble ate. You always knew when my mommy, or someone who would tell on me, came to school and didn’t even come near me at lunchtime. One day dad picked me up from school and saw I was sad. We talked about it. He asked me a lot of questions he said I had to answer before coming back to ask him about you again. I got all the answers, but it was too late to fix what my mom had done to you. Dad’s questions helped me see that you didn’t hate me at all. Why would someone who hates me give me their lunch and then eat my yucky lunch? I found that you had lots of friends but didn’t seem to know anymore. It was then that my dad reminded me that I needed to be a friend to have them. Friends took care of each other. Anne and Crystal took care of you too. Dad told mommy he would pack my lunch to keep from paying for the school one. Mommy wanted to have lots of money, so she liked getting to keep that money.”

Paula broke down, crying for a long time. The elementary school was letting out when she finally dried up her eyes and asked if we could go back to her house. Paula wanted to show me how good Paula could take care of me now that we are older. Well, she planned to take care of me. We made it to the couch just inside the front door before she fell asleep when trying to take off her shoe.

I had to hold her sitting on the toilet and make her muscles relax to pee because she was sleeping so deeply. I got her changed into a larger version of an eight to ten-year-old girl’s nightgown and tucked into bed. Steve came up to check on her when he came home.

I told him about the day and said, “I don’t think she will be out for days, like when I had a lot of memories come flooding back in at once, but I expect her to sleep until tomorrow afternoon at least.”

“As she remembered today, I told her long ago that you would always be her friend no matter what happened over the years. My ex-wife was too self-absorbed with making your life miserable that she never picked up the bond you had with Paula. I missed it for a long time. I was there during a bring your dad to school day when I saw how you had bonded tightly to many of the kids, especially the girls, without having any idea about it. Even back then, I knew your parents had raised you right. All that day, I watched as you subconsciously picked up someone’s dropped pencil as you went to sharpen yours. You would pull out a girl’s chair from under her desk for her and push her in when she sat down. You held doors open for anyone, swapped out things in your lunch for what other kids didn’t like in theirs, but that Paula did, and things kids your age don’t usually do for others. On another visit, I saw you go to a girl whose dog had died. Anytime you and the girl weren’t doing classwork, you would sit by her to put your arm around her. At recess, you guided the sad girl over to the bleachers, to hold her as she cried. I overheard her telling her mom how she was still sad, but not as much because you been there to comfort her anytime it wouldn’t get her into trouble, even though you got into trouble a few times,” Steve told me. “By the time you finally stopped allowing others to interact with you, David, most of the kids in your grade at least liked you somewhat. As you now can remember, many liked you a lot, while others loved you and made sure they showed it even if you weren’t paying attention.”

He had brought home dinner and invited me to join him since it was still hot. There was no way he would let Paula try to use the stove or microwave to reheat it.

When we finished, Steve told me, “When everyone found out about what my deranged wife had done to you, on what was to be your big skating birthday party, a group of parents had me swear to never tell Paula about how their children reacted that day. At first, many were mad that you didn’t even bother to show up. Afterward, some were mad, but most were confused. No one ever knew how someone called the phone numbers of every family whose child received an invitation to attend, even if they couldn’t make it, to have them wait briefly to hear an important message. They all heard about what my wife has done to you since the birthday where you gave Paula that one-of-a-kind outfit for her doll. Everyone was shocked. I don’t know how many of the children didn’t cry about it. I do know their parents told their children that Paula was your friend. If they told her how sad they were about what happened to you had made them, she would get sad. If Paula were sad, then you would be sad too. Maybe someone told her at some point, but if they did, she never said anything to me about it.”

“Well, she may have been too busy with college at the time to tell you,” I joked, even if it was the truth.

I got home after nine. I was pleasantly happy to find that Trudy had brought two more of her lesbian friends to see if my dick got them turned on enough to try sex. One loved having me banging her from behind as she ate one of the girls. The other girl got off a bunch of times before I came inside her. She loved getting off so hard and quickly but said dick was something she didn’t need. Her story changed when it came to my big dick pounding her ass. What she liked the best was for me to fuck her pussy until I was getting close and then slam into her ass hard to get myself off. When the two others fell asleep, Trudy had me give her a nice long, hard fuck. The first girl awakened, and I slipped into the bathroom to give her a good fuck and then ended up giving her another long pussy pounding in the shower. From the time I came to my room last night until just before they dressed to go to school, I was plugging the ass or pussy of the one lesbian that liked it that way. When her ass started to hurt, she had me fuck her pussy, after I washed well, until I knew I couldn’t cum again before we left.

Wonder how she is going to explain walking bowlegged and side-to-side to the other lesbians?

Nobody knew my car, so it was a blast watching people’s faces when I got out to tell the girls to have a good day.

I planned to swing by the house to clean up from last night, and then get Paula to take her to another place I hoped would unlock memories. At home, I found someone had already beaten me to it. The clothes the girls had worn to my house were gone, the drawers had the underwear restocked, and I saw three new outfits in the closet to replace the ones that the girls had dressed in today. They had changed my sheets too.

The cleaning and clothing crews are very efficient. It only took twenty-five minutes to drop the girls off and get home.

When I got to Paula’s house, I wasn’t expecting her dressed and ready for me to take her wherever we were going. Today I took her to the middle school. They had one of the teacher training days at another school. Earlier in the week, I cleared it with them to take Paula around the school to see what memories the visit could trigger. We toured each of my hiding places. That only triggered memories of her coming to that place to check on me. She needed to pee and was scared to go into the gym alone because it felt creepy with no one else here at the school. After smelling the place up, we walked past the showers. Something clicked, and she pulled me into the showers with her.

“One day, the girls pulled you in here and got you naked so they could shower with you. They played with your dick, which was tiny back then until some started to put it in their mouths too. At least until you shot stuff out,” Paula told me as she remembered it. “The girl’s coaches watched, but never stopped anyone from doing that with you any time girls brought you into the showers too. When it was hot out, and we all got sweaty, a lot of girls pushed into the showers to get the stink off them too. You got your wiener pushed into the front and back. Some bled even if you only got two inches long. Most girls stopped when they got a lot of hair between their legs and big boobs. They didn’t want to have your baby. I wanted to do all the things with you that the other girls did, but it made me feel bad because my mommy did mean things to you that made you ignore everyone. I promised myself that I would make sure you were always safe, even in the showers. The boys didn’t like it the times I came to get your clothes because I didn’t care what they looked like naked, and the boy’s gym teacher only watched to be sure they didn’t try to rape me. I was sad the first few times I did it because they didn’t make dirty suggestions.”

She went off somewhere in her head again before she had us both naked with me screwing her in the shower, on a bench, and against the lockers. Everyway the girls did it with me in there. I thought Paula was going to be up to doing some more places, but as soon as we started to drive away from the school, she was sound asleep. I managed to wake her up long enough to get her stomach full before taking her up to her room only to fight her dead weight to get her changed into her pajamas. She was going the sleep until sometime tomorrow morning. I called Steve to let him know to keep him from bringing her home food.

I got home just as the bus was letting Chrissy and some of her friends off at her house. She saw me pull in, so I soon had her knocking on the door to come swim today.

Because Chrissy swam naked with the babies, she stripped off and jumped in without even thinking about her friends. I saw them going to the women’s changing area to get suits, but I stopped them. All eight girls turned to see what I wanted.

“If you can promise you will keep this to yourselves, and not talk about it, you can swim naked too, but only today. I’m going to swim naked too. If any of you try to play with my dick, you are going home. You’re all in middle school, and it isn’t happening even if no one at high school would ever know to tease me about it. If that won’t work for you, then you can head home now or go put on a suit,” I told them.

Seven stripped, one looked like she wanted to, but wasn’t sure. I had the place in my head remove her clothes. Where the other girls were all somewhat developed, this girl had just started to bud breasts.

I held my hand out and led her to the changing room saying, “Why don’t we see how small of a bathing suit we can get on you that doesn’t show you are a bit behind the others in development. I may have a big penis now, but even during my freshman year, I still had a little boy dick. I do know how you feel, well I haven’t felt you, but will do that as I try to get a suit on you.”

By the time I finished talking, she was naked with her clothes folded nicely beside her. She didn’t seem to have any clue how that happened. I got some sunscreen that I rubbed on her from head to toe. She took in a deep breath when my hands rubbed it over her small mounds and moaned when my fingers rubbed lotion on the sides of her bald beaver.

“You aren’t making fun of me for still having a little girl’s body. Why not? Girls and boys tease me about it at school,” she asked.