Every Schoolboy's Dream Ch. 10

Literotic asexstories – Every Schoolboy's Dream Ch. 10 by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~ Monday ~~~

After the girls were showered, dressed, and off to work & cheer practice, I picked up the towels from the front room, started the laundry, and worked to get a few stains off of the sex-marked sofa. We should probably invest in furniture covers.

That night, Wife #2 and I went to the football game to watch Wife #1 flash her panties to all of the spectators in the stands. I knew what half-time show I really wanted to be a part of – but I had to content myself with watching some tumbling and listening to some cheers. The marching band wasn’t bad either.

When we got home, I cuddled with my mother-in-law while her daughter climbed onto me, still wearing her uniform. She pulled her panties to the side and stuffed my megaphone up her cheer-twat.

Kelsey rolled onto my right hand and I fingered her as her daughter fucked herself on my cock. I made out with both of them as Kasey rode me through two orgasms before I exploded inside of her. My MILF-wife came all over my hand a few seconds later.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

I mowed & trimmed all three yards and then headed to Pop’s for my shift. I ended up having several deliveries and made some decent tips. By the time I got home, the two of them were cuddled together in the bed. I snuggled in behind Wife #2’s amazing ass and shut off the light.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

The girls decided that, while we were waiting for the results of our first baby-making marathon, they would take turns having sex. I was a little relieved. They were wearing me out. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to last. They were both insatiable.

Since Kasey had gotten fucked after the football game, it was Kelsey’s turn. We headed to her room to spend our time together and would join Kasey, in her room, when we were done.

I crawled between her knees and started nibbling my way north, taking my time. She was growling at me by the time I got from her taint to her clit. She was begging me to plug her in for a recharge by the time I got to her belly button. She growled at me as I assaulted her lips and finally shoved my cock inside of her.

I hung onto her ass-cheeks and held her knees open with my arms as I pistoned in & out of her tight twat, eliciting moans and mewling. She came once and I slowed down long enough for her to finish – then sped up to hurry her towards the next climax. I warned her that this was the end for me, telling her that her naughty pussy was wrenching a powerful load from my testes.

After several more minutes of shoving my anxious prick in & out of her creamy center, her vaginal muscles trembled and twisted, and I pushed in deep and flooded her with baby-batter.

When we were done, we cuddled for a bit and then joined my other wife in her bed. She was still wrapping up homework that she hadn’t gotten done due to all of us trying to stuff too many things into too few hours, too many days in a row. Kasey put her things away, gave us both kisses, and we snuggled together to fall asleep.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

I got back late from Pop’s again. I was already half-asleep. I filled one of my wives’ pussies (I’m really not sure which one) with man-cream and went to the kitchen table to try to get my homework done before crawling into bed to pass out.

~~~ Friday ~~~

It was another record-breaking night for deliveries at Pop’s. I was glad we were doing so well, but I was seriously trying to decide if I was going to have to tell Mack to find somebody else. I didn’t really want to do that – and I could definitely use the money – but the hours were killing me right now.

Halfway through the night, I got a delivery for Kasey’s grandma’s house – and it wasn’t the triple-olive special. Mack shook his head at me as I carried the pie out. My video glasses were still in the car. The battery was low so I plugged them into the charger to see what I could add to it before I got to her house.

When the bitter hag opened the door, I said, “Pop’s Pizza. Medium sausage & pepperoni. $20”

“It was cheaper last time,” she complained.

I nodded and said nothing.

She fished out the bill and held it in her clenched talons. Apparently, the ancient Sphinx had a riddle for the man before we could proceed with the quest. Yeah, big surprise!

“Did you and Kasey move?”

I nodded and said nothing.

“When can I see my granddaughter again?”

I stared at her like she was bat-shit crazy. I wasn’t really sure how crazy bat-shit was – but that always seemed to be the current rate of exchange for insanity – and this woman had it in spades.

She didn’t want to see her granddaughter; she wanted to be nosey. I wasn’t even sure what she hoped to gain anymore. Kasey was, now, financially independent of the old witch. In less than four weeks, we would break all ties to #24, and that should be the end of things.

“Have you tried texting her or calling?” I asked.

The last time we’d gone to Benny’s, I had said something to Paul about Kasey’s grandma bugging her. He’d sent her the APK for an off-market app that filtered her incoming calls. If a number was in her ‘no-no list’, the app would forward the call to a randomly generated number.

“I keep getting wrong numbers,” granny reported.

“Hmm. You double-checked the number?” I asked, as if I gave a flying fuck.

“Of course.”

“I’m not sure, then, maybe talk to your service provider.”

“They’re all idiots,” she complained. “They checked the number and said it was fine.”

“Yeah, I’m not too good with that technical stuff. Sorry.” (Not sorry.)

Having, apparently, exhausted her list of premeditated questions, she relinquished the money – and I handed over the pie.

When I got back to Pop’s, and clocked out, Mack asked me how it went. I looked all over my body, like a Stormtrooper checking their armor for blaster-fire scorch-marks following an intense shootout. Finding none, I looked up at him, and shrugged my shoulders. He laughed.

When I got home, I told Kasey, “Your grandmother ordered a pizza – and she tipped me.”

“No fucking way!” she shot back.

“She doesn’t know she tipped me,” I admitted. “I charged her $20 for a $17 pizza.”

She laughed and pulled me in for a kiss.

“By the way,” I told her, “Paul’s app must be working. She said her last call went to some guy in Hawaii who was a little upset at being woken up in the middle of the night.”

“She told you that?”

“No, but it’s only a matter of time. She said she keeps calling you and getting wrong numbers.”

“You’re evil,” she said, laughing.

I made a finger-gun and pointed it into the air.

“Alright, this is a stick-up! Give me some pussy and nobody gets hurt.”

She grinned, clasped her palms to her cheeks, in mock surprise, and gasped, “Oh, no! It’s the pussy bandit.”

“I’ll save you!” her mother yelled from the other room. When she came running in, she was completely naked.

In the end, I got two pussies – one on my cock and one on my face – and nobody got hurt. Although, there were reports that several shots were fired before everything calmed down.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

It was a lazy Saturday morning, and my first wife was still asleep. I cuddled with her mother, and we were both starting to get frisky – not wanting to leave Kasey out of the fun, I crawled between her knees and began devouring her sweet pussy.

As usual, she started with the cussing, moved to hair-pulling, and then resorted to screaming my name – while her body was shuddering through the orgasm I had given her. I gave her a respite while I moved between her mother’s knees. You can tell where Kasey got it from. It was almost like watching a rerun of “Sanford & Son”. First cussing, then hair-pulling, and more screaming. Once Kelsey had cum, I switched back to her daughter. I slid my cock inside of her slippery center and pretty much fucked the shit out of her until she came. I switched to my second wife and performed an encore. Orgasm number three took a little longer from each of them and, when Kelsey’s pussy clenched around me, this time, it was over for me. After that, we hit the showers.

We did a little shopping, raced RC boats at the park, and visited our good friends at the taco truck.

He saw us coming. By the time we walked from the car to the food stand, our food was cooking, our drinks were on the counter (including Kelsey’s special Jarritos mix), and he was waiting – with hand outstretched – for my debit card. I asked him what he would have done if we’d ordered something different and he just laughed and waved me away like I was a flying insect.

We went to the botanical gardens and looked at all of the pretty flowers. I held both of their hands as we roamed around, viewing all of the displays. A couple people gawked at us, no doubt wondering why I was holding my mom’s hand with my girlfriend standing there.

We stopped by Benny’s for a quick bite before we headed home. Most of the reason for stopping was to let Paul know that his app was doing its job. He laughed when I told him that grandma was getting frustrated. I ate my mini-monster meal, finished my shake, and we headed for the Hobbit Hole.

Since I’d fucked them that morning, my lovers decided they wanted to ride my fingers before bed. They leaned their bare breasts against my shoulders & biceps while I tried to avoid getting Charlie-horses in my hands as I twiddled their middles. It became harder as they got louder. Their hot lips were all over my ears, cheeks, and mouth as I switched from one of them to the other.

I wasn’t worried about me but, about halfway between their first and second climaxes, the two of them started running their hands and fingers up & down my restless shaft. It was like a handjob wrestling match. I lost, and won, all at the same time.

My sadistic little succubus caught most of my spend in her palm and then used it to lather my still-stiff rod. The carnality of the act pushed her over the edge and she started cumming on my fingers. With all of the moaning & mewling the two of us were doing, her mom came shortly after us.

We got cleaned up, threw the sheets in the laundry, and switched to the other bed.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

As we were leaving the church, after the service, Pastor John asked if he could have a quick word with us.

“Aw, shit!” I thought, but I nodded. We stepped out of the way of the rest of the line.

When he was done greeting everyone, he led us to the office where Kasey & I had met with him so many weeks ago. I noticed that his wife was tagging along behind us. Once we were all inside the room, we found five chairs had been placed in a circle. She closed the door quietly as we took our seats.

“I’m just going to mention a couple things,” the minister said. “If I ask a question, please don’t say anything. Just nod or shake your head. Do you understand?”

Since he was looking directly at me, I nodded.

“There are a number of verses in the Bible that talk about the guidelines for sexual relations,” he began. “These include a rule prohibiting sex with a woman during her period. In one way or another, throughout our lives, almost all of us have violated one or more of these do’s & don’ts. That’s not what I want to talk about – but it leads into it.”

I nodded.

“I enjoyed spending time with you & Kasey, before the wedding, getting to know the two of you. I was honored to be able to be a part of your union ceremony. I’m delighted that you have chosen to attend here regularly – and I am ecstatic that Kasey’s mother has been coming with you.”

He glanced over to her, nodded, and looked back to me.

“I care about each one of you. I also care about everybody else who visits our services – whether just one time – or every week.”

“As I give the message each week, my eyes roam across the faces and the bodies. Sometimes I pick up clues. Sometimes I think the Spirit leads me – but that’s another discussion.”

“You all love each other very much, that much is obvious. We all need and deserve love. God loves us but, sometimes, we just need to feel arms around us, accepting us.”

“It would help me a great deal if you could avoid being overtly expressive with shows of affection while you are in the building or on the property, where others can see.”

I started to open my mouth but he held up a finger.

“You have not – at least that I have noticed – caused any problems thus far. I am simply establishing expectations for the future.”

I nodded, once more, if a little more cautiously.

“Obviously, I was there for the vows between you and Kasey. Have there been other vows exchanged as well?”

I nodded, watching his face; his expression didn’t change.

“Promises are meant to be kept. They should help us stay accountable. I encourage you to continue to be faithful in keeping those promises – to the vows you have given.”

I was a little stunned. I stayed quiet – and tried not to look over at my wives.

He turned his attention to Kelsey.

“You have known great grief,” he said.

It hadn’t been a question but she nodded anyway. I noticed that she clenched her teeth slightly and I assumed she was trying to prevent her chin from quivering as her mind pictured Kasey’s dad as she last remembered him.

Pastor John spoke again: “It is good that you have found someone who loves you.”

She nodded again; her face clearing, somewhat, as she mentally stepped back away from that brief flash-back – and the grief she still carried due to the abbreviated relationship with her previous husband.

“Are you trying to get pregnant?” he asked her.

Her eyes widened slightly but she kept her eyes straight ahead as she nodded to him.

“Have you had trouble in the past?”

She relaxed a bit and nodded once more. The doubts were receding – but she still had questions.

“Could my wife and I pray for you?” Pastor John asked.

Before any of us could voice any concerns, he went on to explain what they planned to do.

“I would like my wife to put her hands on your stomach, over your womb,” he said. “I will put my hand on my wife’s shoulder, that way I am not touching you inappropriately. Then we will pray. Would that be okay with you?”

Kelsey looked to John’s wife, back to him, and nodded.

The minister’s partner got out of her chair, knelt in front of my mother-in-law, and placed both of her hands on my lover’s abdomen, bowing her head. Her husband knelt beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.

Pastor John bowed his head and prayed, “Almighty Father, we thank you for your love for each one of us. I ask you to bless this union, freely made in your sight. I pray that you would strengthen their love for one another. I pray that you would mend anything that might be broken – that you make Kelsey’s body whole. I ask you to give her the baby she desires. I know the child will be loved and I pray that it would personally know your love.”

When John and his wife reseated themselves, Kelsey was dabbing her sleeve at the torrent of tears that were trailing down both of her cheeks. John grabbed a box of Kleenex and handed it to Kasey.

He looked back to me once more.

“Did you take photos during the other set of vows?”

I nodded.

“Is there a picture of that event hung within public view in your home?”

I shook my head.

“That’s all I’m asking for here, discretion. Is that acceptable?”

I glanced at my lovers who both nodded to me; I nodded to him.

“That’s all I have. Do you have any questions for either of us?”

Both of my wives were shaking their heads no.

I stood and offered the minister my hand. When he took it, I said, “Thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to her.”

He glanced at his wife, who was looking at the carpeted floor, then back to me, and said, “You might be surprised.”

The woman stood and opened the door, and cooler air slipped into the room. We had too many bodies massed into a small space.

I shook his wife’s hand, and thanked her as well, as my wives and I left the office.

~~~

When we got outside, my mom was waiting. She saw my lover’s tears and raised her eyebrows at me. I said, “He asked Kelsey if he could pray for her.”

Mom took her by the hand and we walked to the car. We had gotten into the habit of riding together to church, now that we were neighbors.

When we got home, Kelsey went and washed her face. She didn’t have much mascara on – so that wasn’t a big deal. Once she was ready, we walked over to mom’s house for sandwiches and cards.

Mom didn’t ask about the prayer and we didn’t volunteer any details.

After a few games of cards, the three women started “The Proposal” – for the 4,002nd time. I went to look for a cover for the couch, in the print that my wives had picked out.

~~~

That night, in bed, the three of us cuddled and kissed and cried. As I reached over to shut off the light, I saw the bottle of prenatal vitamins on the nightstand. I offered up another little prayer, pulled my lovers close, and fell asleep.

~~~ Monday ~~~

After class, Kasey and I ran to the store to grab some things that were on the shopping list. We were in the second aisle, getting a can of Rotel, when we spotted Carol (my ex-girlfriend).

“Fuck!” I thought. I was sure my hot, little wife was going to go ‘small dog syndrome’ all over her.

When we rounded the next turn, and came face-to-face with our former classmate, the two of them stopped to talk. I glanced over Kasey’s shoulder and picked a couple items that I knew were on the other side of the store. I headed off to go get them. I took my time. I also picked up a couple other things that I saw that I knew were on the list. Soon, I had one of those little baskets and it was most of the way full.

Carol and I saw each other as she headed for the check-out and she gave me a little wave. I went to find my little lap-dog. She seemed normal. I asked, cringing, what she and Carol had talked about.

“I told her that I had heard Bryce was on the rebound. He’s got a decent job. The rumor is he likes anal. I told her I thought he might be right up her alley.”

“What’d she say?”

“She said she was tired of sleeping alone. I told her that rebounds were usually easier, but cautious, and she should just treat him nice and see what came of it.”

I raised my eyebrows at her. I was pretty sure that was Mission: Impossible for Carol.

“She said she’d try,” Kasey said, noticing the doubt on my face.

“Why you bein’ all nice to her?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and started marking things off of the list as I moved them from the basket to the cart.

As we rolled out to the car, I wondered why she’d had me park so far from everything – and back in a half-hidden corner of the lot. I was putting cold stuff in the insulated bags when I turned around to find one more bag in the cart – and my wife standing on the front of it, leaning forward, and her skirt pulled up over her gorgeous bare ass, right in front of me. I looked for a thong strap; there wasn’t one.

My gorgeous little cheerleader leaned forward a bit more – and her pink, wet labia peeked out from within her slender slit. The primality of a female that is in heat, baring its sex in front of its mate, had my sex-organ filling with life, my testicles churning with seed, and my olfactory glands testing the breeze to see if I could scent the receptive female.

Without further invitation, and heedless of anybody watching, I dropped my pants to the ground, hooked my fingers through the sides of the metal shopping-cart, and started fucking my wife’s tight little pussy onto my instantly-stiff rod. The louder she moaned, the faster I slammed the cart (and her cunt) at my groin. Soon, the seat was rattling, the wheels were squeaking, she was moaning, and I was grunting.

Some Good Samaritan rolled up to see if we were having trouble. He got an eye-full, tooted his horn, waved, and drove away.

“Fuck, Reg,” my lover cooed.

Traffic moved all around us but I was focused on my wife’s tight little ass – and the even tighter pussy that was rippling and roiling as I continued to plow into her chaotic channel.

“Fuck, Kasey!” I groaned – before going back to grunting as I pounded and pounded into her.

At that point, I was about to rip the wheels off of the cart. Those things are not made for that much back & forth – and the damned tires kept trying to spin around. I was grunting and groaning. I wasn’t sure how comfortable the cart was for Kasey but she was hanging on without complaint so I didn’t bother to ask. Her pussy was at the perfect height – and I was just jackhammering her onto my cock as fast as I could get those little wheels to change directions.

Her vocal feedback was getting loader and I knew she was getting close.

“Reg,” she warned me, moaning. “It’s coming. It’s gonna be a geyser.”

The thought of her pussy squirting all over me, the shopping cart, and the ground had me in dangerous territory. I was pretty sure mine was gonna be an eruption as well.

“Fuck, Kase!” I growled.

“Fuck me, Reg. Fuck me! Oh, fuck! It’s aaaahh!”

Kasey came so hard I actually heard it spray – like the nozzle on a garden hose. My balls & legs got their usual splash-zone treatment – but then there were droplets flying off of the cart as I continued pumping my penis into my beautiful wife’s sloppy clenching cunt.

I pulled the cart towards me one last time, pushed up – into her – as far as I could go, and unloaded both barrels on my double-barreled snot-gun. (I know what you’re thinking. It only has one barrel. It’s got two magazines, though, and I’m pretty sure I emptied both of them at the same time.)

“Fuck, Kase!” I groaned.

When I finally quit cumming, I let go of the cart, pinched her sexy ass, stepped back, and pulled up my boxers & pants. I was a soggy mess but I’d deal with that when I got home.

“I can’t move, Reg. You’re gonna have to get me down,” she called to me.

I snuck around, peeked at her face, and kissed her cheek.

“I’m serious, Reg,” she growled at me.

I pried her fingers loose from the sides of the shopping cart, found some drive-thru napkins to clean her up, and helped her into her seat.

“Hey,” I hollered back through the open door, laughing, as I grabbed the last grocery bag. “What do I do with this ice cream? It’s a little soft.”

~~~

When Kelsey got home, her daughter showed her the shopping cart grid-marks that were still on the fronts of her legs from our grocery-getter rendezvous.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

When I got off, after my shift at Pop’s, I was beat. I had an hour’s worth of homework still to do and I was already cross-eyed.

I walked into the front room to find my two lovers sitting side-by-side on the couch. They each had shit-eating grins on their faces. (I’ve never understood that idiom, by the way.) I had no clue what they were up to but – obviously – it involved my personage.

“We came up with a new game,” my younger wife informed me.

“A sex game, obviously,” her mother clarified.

“I call it ‘Random Fuckery’,” Kasey continued, smiling.

“We tried randomizing which of us went next but neither of us wants to leave that to chance,” Kelsey stated.

“Since I got fucked in the grocery store parking lot,” Kasey went on.

“I’m first,” Kelsey reported, smugly.

“We were going to add costumes & roleplay but there were too many variables and it didn’t seem to add that much to the fun,” Kasey continued.

“We’ve boiled it down to location,” her mother explained.

“We each wrote the names of six places on sheets of paper,” the cheerleader said.

“… and you need to draw one out,” the teacher finished.

“No spreadsheet?” I asked, adding an overly-dramatic wrinkled eyebrow.

Neither of them took the bait.

Kasey held up a frilly-looking draw-string bag that I thought I remembered from the wedding or something. The mouth of the thing was open. I reached inside, flipped through several folded up pieces of paper, and drew one out.

“Read it!” they both said, at the same time.

I unfolded the paper and read, “Driver’s Ed Car”.

“Shit!” Kasey moaned. “That was mine!”

“I’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” my second wife reported glumly. “There’s a camera back there. I’ll need to turn it off. We’ll probably have to wait until after dark – to make sure Mr. Jenkins is gone for the night.”

“Draw mine! Draw mine!” Kasey yelled, bouncing up & down.

Her mother said, “You’ll have to wait…”

“I know, I know. I just want to know what it is,” she replied.

I reached into the bag, once more. I stopped. I stared at their faces. I didn’t move my hand. I wasn’t sure either of them was breathing. I waited and waited…

Finally Kasey couldn’t take it anymore and screamed, “Come on, cockblocker! Pull one out!”

I thought about tormenting her a little longer but her mother was starting to look violent as well. I twirled my fingers through the contents and pulled out, “Grandma William’s back yard.”

My former Science teacher started laughing so hard she nearly fell off of the couch.

I looked over at her daughter. She was quietly focused. She looked like RJ the Raccoon in “Over the Hedge”. Her brain was mapping out the obstacles and developing a strategy.

“You’re not seriously…” her mother started to say, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“It’s fucking perfect. I just need to work out some details,” Kasey said, quietly.

“You’ll end up in jail. Naked,” her mother warned.

Her daughter’s communication channels had shut down. She was developing potential postulates, running them through her mental modeler, and discarding any theorems that did not survive.

I handed the bag back to Kelsey and went to do my homework.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Attend classes, mow & trim three yards, shower, do laundry, do homework, and do more homework. Kasey came in, gave me a hug & a kiss, and joined me at the dining room table.

“I threw the recorder-glasses on the charger,” I told her.

“Why?”

“I figure your mom is gonna want proof that we didn’t cheat,” I replied.

She thought about it a minute and nodded.

“I also thought it might be fun to watch later,” I added, grinning.

“Yeah. If we don’t get caught,” she said, laughing.

Kelsey was late. When she came in, we figured out why. She had stopped at Gas Station Sushi on the way home. SOMEBODY had resorted to bribing me – in order to get an extra special helping of Yum Yum Sauce – and it just might work!

We ate our food (she had gotten me extra Crab Rangoons!) and finished our homework.

Once it was dark, Kelsey and I headed for my car. I grabbed duct tape and baby wipes on the way out of the house.

When we got to the school parking lot, my MILFy lover pointed to the black SUV. She hit the remote and popped the rear hatch. I parked at kind of a weird angle – hoping to block anybody on the street from seeing us. I grabbed a moving blanket from my back seat, laid it (still folded in fourths) on the thin carpet – to give her some cushion – and (hopefully) make clean-up quicker. I found a flat rock and duct-taped it over the pressure-switch that triggered the interior lights. With all of that in place, we got undressed.

My mother-in-law climbed into the back of the Driver’s Ed Car, lay down on the moving blanket, and hooked her toes onto the door-molding above my head, spreading herself open wide.

She was as hot as ever and I was horny as fuck. I stuffed my face against her already-slickened slit and reached through her legs to squeeze her fabulous breasts as I munched, sucked, and licked her through her first orgasm.

“Fuck, Reg! Get it in me!” she moaned when she was done cumming.

I finished licking her clean and wiped my face on the blanket. Then I stood up, hooked my hands around her legs, and shoved my way inside of her exquisite tightness.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned.

I could hear her words echoing off of the brick walls behind me. I threatened her with the duct-tape if she couldn’t keep quiet. The sound of my ball-sac slapping against her ass was bad enough.

We’d been at it for several minutes – and I was getting a little fired-up – moving towards the point of no return – when I heard a dog barking. The sound was getting closer.

“What is it, Sparky?” I heard Old Man Jenkins say.

“Fuck,” I thought. “We’re cooked.”

I froze as the beam of a flashlight swung around the corner of the building and lit up the SUV and my car. My head was in the shadow or I would have been blinded. I didn’t move. Kelsey’s cunt was clenched so tightly that I thought it was going to force my prick out of her.

After what seemed like eons, he tugged at the leash and said, “Come on, now.”

Sparky resisted for the first ten feet or so and then finally gave in and started pulling the janitor down the sidewalk once more.

I was still nervous as hell but my sexy partner was impatient and started fingering her clit & slit above my stiff intrusion.

“Fuck! You’re tight!” I whispered, renewing my attack.

Her fingers might have been busy but, her ass & her pussy were still clenched down in nervous tension. The next couple minutes were like fucking a virgin. She cooed and keened.

When her pussy finally opened back up, I started powering into her. I didn’t know if Jenkins made a loop – or did a down & back – but I wasn’t waiting around to find out.

My grunts echoed into the cavernous vehicle and her strained vocalizations were rebounding off of the school building again. I pushed all of that out of my mind and fucked the shit out of her.

She gave up twiddling her clit and went back to groping her breasts. Her tight titties were wobbling back and forth as I pumped my cock into her over & over again.

The dim light of the distant street light was all I needed to be able to observe my sexy partner’s heavenly expression as I brought her to her second climax.

I had hoped I would be able to last longer – and give her a third orgasm – but that was it for me. As soon as her body signaled that she was cumming, I slammed into her until my balls couldn’t handle it anymore and I started giving her all of that special sauce she had ordered.

When she was finally breathing normally again and ready to get dressed, I had to help her to her feet. Thankfully, the moving blanket had done its job and there was no clean-up. I tossed it in my back seat, removed the rock & duct tape, and closed the hatch on the SUV.

When I got into the car, Kelsey was still a little out of it so I found the key-fob, triggered the locks, and we got the hell out of there.

Kasey was sleeping when we slipped into the bedroom. Personally, I think she was faking it – to keep her mom from being able to pick her next location – but we cuddled into bed with her and fell asleep.

~~~ Thursday ~~~

When I got home from Pop’s, the two of them were on the couch again. Kasey had her tablet. They still had the video, from the night before, pulled up on the screen.

“Jenkins knew that was you,” Kasey informed me.

“He asked about your car today,” Kelsey added, smiling.

“Oh, yeah?”

“I told him you were helping me transfer some Science stuff.”

“Did you mention that it was a gooey, milky liquid?”

“It didn’t come up,” she said, smirking.

She held out the bag.

I walked over, reached my hand inside, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it, still folded, to Kasey.

She unfolded it and read it aloud, “Reggie’s old bedroom.”

Kelsey thought for a second and said, “Your mom work Saturday morning this week?”

“Almost always.”

“We’ll wait for her to leave and sneak over.”

I nodded.

“Grab your glasses,” Kasey told me.

“We’re not waiting until dark?” I asked her.

“Paul says it’ll be dark enough by the time we get there,” she replied.

“… and Paul is…?” Kelsey asked, suddenly curious.

“Counter-intelligence – he’s going to help me eliminate grandma’s motion lights and security cameras,” Kasey reported.

“How much did you tell him?” I asked her.

“Just that we wanted to leave a surprise in her back yard and we didn’t want to get busted doing it,” she replied.

I grabbed my glasses and we headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled onto the side-street closest to the Williams’ home and parked behind Paul’s car. He had the rear-hatch open and was unloading the biggest drone I had ever seen. He set it on the pavement, between our vehicles. He looked things over, tugged on a couple wires, and flipped a switch – which set the props to spinning. He motioned for us to get back in my car; Kelsey hopped in the back and Paul took shotgun.

He propped a big tablet up on my dashboard, leaning it against the windshield, and pulled out his phone. Several seconds later, the tablet was showing Kasey and me what he was seeing on his phone. He stuck his phone in the controller and told it to connect to the drone. We were live. As he lifted off, he started explaining what he was doing and what we were going to see.

“Based on Kasey’s description, the target area has multiple cameras and motion detectors. Each of these should have infrared sensors and lights. I’ve installed a camera detector in front of the camera lens on the drone – and beefed up its range. When it ‘sees’ a camera, it will light it up in red on the display. I have a can of white spray paint hooked onto an accessory arm. We’ll paint over the lenses and sensors and they should be blind.”

“… and you put all this together in the last 24 hours?” I asked him.

“I’ve… uh… been working on this for a different project,” he said, giving nothing away. “This will be a really good chance to test my rig.”

“Right…” I said, smiling. “How much of this shit is illegal?”

“None of it, as far as I know,” he said, laughing. “Although, I did use a throw-away credit card to order everything. They were US websites though.”

We watched as he flew over the two yards that lay between us and the hag’s. Paul first sent the drone floating towards any poles along the edge of the property. One was obviously a motion light and it was time to find the sensor and try the counter-measures. The display lit the motion-sensor up like a laser-pointer and Paul brought us in close. He hit the accessory button and, seconds later, the sensor disappeared from the display – covered in white paint. A minute later, the motion light went off. He buzzed the drone around some – to see if it would set the sensor off again – but it never came back on.

“One down,” Paul said, smugly. “The security cameras, honestly, should be even easier than that.”

“That’s normal white paint?” I asked.

“I grabbed some with metal glitter in it, just in case,” he admitted.

As he headed towards the next obvious motion light, I asked, “How long’s the battery on the drone?”

“Twenty to thirty minutes. I’ve got another battery but I think we’ll be good. I’m guessing four motion lights – one at each corner of the yard – and two security cameras. Those will probably be mounted just in a little ways from the lights. They’re probably wireless and they’ll need to be closer to the central unit to be in range.”

We were approaching thirty minutes when Paul was wrapping up a final sweep of the perimeter – after having removed the four motion lights and the two security cameras. There had also been a Ring doorbell. We couldn’t get through the storm-door to disable it directly, so he’d just painted a wide circle on the exterior door, in front of the thing. Nobody had responded when the Ring activated so either: they weren’t home, they didn’t have it hooked up right, or it was a fake. Paul made one last pass down the center of the yard and brought the drone back our way. The low-battery indicator lit up just as it cleared the last house and came into view. He still had plenty of power to get it safely back onto the pavement.

“You guys need any ski masks or duct tape?” he asked, grinning, as he loaded the drone back into his car.

“All covered,” I told him. “We really appreciate this.”

“Like I said, I’ve been needing to test it out and had been looking for somebody to try it on. This worked out well for me.”

He closed the hatch, shook my hand, hopped in, started the car, and drove away. Kasey and I climbed back into my vehicle and I scooted it up past the grassy right-of-way that split the block in half. She had me pop the trunk. She grabbed two empty beer cans from the bag I had been supposed to drop off to the recycling place for the last couple weeks.

We crept past the first yard and then realized we looked like criminals doing that. We stood up and just walked the rest of the way to the gate that led from the right-of-way into the Williams’ yard. Kasey strode straight towards the back door, carrying the cans. When she got there, she pointed at a lounge chair and had me move it to the right of the rear entrance. She set the cans down, dug around in a pocket for something, and then stacked the cans – one on top of the other – on the top step – so that the storm-door would knock them over if anybody opened it. Meanwhile, I lifted the big lawn chair and set it back down directly under the window that was, obviously, the one above the kitchen sink.

I hit record on my glasses and Kasey motioned for me to get undressed. I peeled off my T-shirt and laid it on the foot of the lounger. I kept my shoes and socks on. I slipped my athletic shorts over my sneakers and threw them on my shirt. I hadn’t worn underwear. I wasn’t sure how much time Kasey’d had to plan this – and I wasn’t taking any more chances than I had to.

She peeled off her shirt to reveal that she was braless. She threw her shirt on my pile. She raised her skirt and tucked it into her waistband. I guess there were no real rules that we had to be completely naked – we just had to fuck in her grandma’s backyard – so we were ready. She pointed at me to lie down on the lawn-chair.

I got comfortable and she stepped across me. There was still plenty of ambient light to see how stiff her tight little nipples were. I was already salivating. I vowed that I would be chewing on those just as soon as I could get them within range.

She bent her knees, snuggled her pink, wet folds around my cock-knob, and then dropped onto my lap – shoving my stiff prick all the way up, inside her. She moaned; I groaned. I grabbed her ribs and pulled her tight teats to my lips. She protested by shoving on my head but her resistance melted quickly when I started sucking her breasts and, soon, her fingers were digging into my scalp, pulling me from one breast to the other.

I moved my hands to her hips and groped & stroked her groin, thighs, and ass, encouraging her, as she rode up & down on my rod. She had pulled my lips to her own so I slid my hands up her sides and worked them over her tight chest – prodding, pawing, and pulling.

We had gotten a little loud but I didn’t realize it until the light above the sink came on and somebody turned the knob to ease the window open. We stopped making noises but, by this point, my hot little wife had caught the scent of an orgasm and she was like a bloodhound.

I listened, my ears twitching, as she continued to grind her tight twat up & down on my aching penis. I put my palm under her ass to keep our bodies from slapping together but there were still a lot of wet sounds. I just didn’t know how far the noises were traveling. My heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour.

A couple minutes later the window closed again and the light went off. As it did, Kasey came, squirting all over my lap.

I tried to listen for a couple more seconds but squirting had always lit my fuse. I grabbed her hips and started slamming her sexy body, and her grinding gash, down onto my anxious cock. The wet sounds were wetter and the slapping was not quite echoing off of the neighbors houses.

I was focused on my coming climax when Kasey leaned back, changing the entry angle, and a whole new part of my cock got stimulated. I was grinding my teeth, holding out for her to cum with me.

I felt the head of my cock bang into the front of her pelvis a couple times and her body started quivering, just as she shoved our clothes between our bodies. My penis was committed & ready – and my partner was cumming – so I started spewing.

Kasey wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, shaking, as I continued to pound her clenching cunt down onto my gushing firehose.

Her fingers tensed on my neck, and the hair on my spine stood on end, just as my last shot of jizz jetted inside her, and the interior backdoor started opening.

With my wife still mounted on my cock, I stood up, took three big steps to my left, and ducked around the corner. Her mouth was hot on mine. She was ravenous. Tension was a big stimulant for both her and her mother. I tried to stand up under her sensual assault but I was breathless in no time.

I heard the beer cans fall, followed by Kasey’s grandmother yelling, “What the fuck is this shit?!”

Kasey hopped off my cock, handed me my clothes, fixed her skirt, and pulled her shirt on. My shirt and shorts were on two seconds later.

Hand-in-hand, we quickly walked through the open gate, over to the property line (the neighbors were a couple mowings behind the Williams’ so it was easy to find) and then headed directly towards the street in front of their house. We crossed the road – to the other sidewalk – and turned east. As soon as we got to the intersection, we cut back across the street, once more, and headed for the car.

As I started the vehicle and we took off, I asked Kasey, “Why was she so pissed off about the beer cans?”

“I don’t think it was the beer cans,” she said, laughing. “It was the three used condoms.”

I stared at her. “USED condoms? Whose semen…?”

“Frogs – from the animal lab at school,” she said, laughing harder.

“I don’t even want to know,” I told her, shaking my head.

“I just hope she spends the money to have them tested,” she said, howling.

“After what Grandma Mitchell said, I could see her shoving it up inside of her wrinkled twat,” I told my laughing wife, starting to giggle myself.

“Maybe she’ll turn a frog into a prince,” Kasey said, dabbing at the tears in her eyes.

When we got home, Kelsey insisted on watching the whole video, while sucking my dick.

She tried to sneak in a quick penetration, at the end, but her daughter was already watching and wagged a finger at her. She pouted until Kasey finally agreed to let me eat her to orgasm. Once her mother was sated, at least minimally, we headed to bed.

~~~ Friday ~~~

I finished my classes and drove to Pop’s. I’d barely started my shift when I got a delivery to Kasey’s grandma’s house again. A half-hour later, I pulled up with the pie and turned on the glasses.

“Pop’s Pizza!” I announced.

“You owe me $500,” the wicked witch said, as she opened the door.

“I don’t remember having sex with you and I doubt you’re worth nearly that much,” I retorted.

“Well, I never…” she started to say.

She realized the conversation was headed into déjà vu, and said, “My vandalism deductible is $500. You can pay it for the damage you caused.”

“I caused?”

“Yes, last night.”

“I’ll have you know I was working last night and didn’t get home until late. Would you like to call my boss to confirm? Ask for Mack.”

She fumed at me, and said, “I know it was you.”

“$20 for the pie, please.”

“It’s highway robbery.”

“It’s the best pizza in town and you know it.”

“It is not.”

“You call us more than anybody else. I saw it in the phone records when I was going over the information with the police officer.”

She harrumphed at me again, threw the $20 to the ground, and pulled the pizza box from my hands, slamming the door in my face.

“Thanks for the tip,” I called out, as I headed back to the car.

The rest of my evening went more smoothly and, believe it or not, the $3 tip I swindled from the old nosey-body was still the lowest one I received for the night.

When I got home, Kasey was holding the bag out. I reached in, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to her mother. She opened it and read, “Police car”.

“Can’t you fuckers pick anyplace normal?!” I complained.

~~~ Saturday ~~~

Mom didn’t leave for work until almost 9 o’clock. I thought my second wife was going to go crazy, waiting. I was getting several plates out of the dishwasher when she came running in and grabbed me by the hand.

I made her stop by my car so I could grab the moving blanket. If she squirted all over my bed, it was going to be trouble. Getting out of the house without leaving evidence behind was already going to be a problem that had too many variables for me to solve.

I used my key, opened the door, hollered for mom – just in case. I waited a few seconds and, not hearing a response, snuck up the hallway. I’m still not sure why we were sneaking. I unfolded the heavy, blue, quilted cover and spread it across my bed. Kelsey already had her clothes off. She’d thrown them on the right side of my bed (away from the door) so I did the same with mine. We were both completely naked.

My mother-in-law’s pussy has always been mouth-wateringly-beautiful – so I started there. I didn’t give her an orgasm but I had her wound up & ready. I realized I’d forgotten to turn on the glasses and stopped to do that before I nibbled my way across her clit, mons, belly button, abs, solar plexus, breasts, areolas, nipples, collarbone, neck, and chin – to get to her mouth.

Once our lips and mouths were fully engaged, I grabbed my cock, seated it into her heavenly depression – and then I pressurized her cabin-space and prepared for lift-off. I was just getting a good rhythm going when I heard the air-breaks release on a semi. Dad was home!

There was an immediate loss of cabin pressure as I jumped off of my lover – and the bed. I offered my hand to pull her up. I quickly looked around the room – trying to figure out where we were going to go.

My closet door was standing open. There was not really enough room in there for both of us. I could hear dad unlocking the front door. The hallway was NOT an option.

I laid the moving blanket beside the bed, on top of our clothes, and pointed for Kelsey to lie down. I lay next to her, pulled the blanket over us, and used my toes to try to pull the bottom edge in. If we squeezed – and had plenty of time – we MIGHT fit under my bed – but not right now – not like this!

I lay flat on my back. The blanket was stiflingly hot and claustrophobic as it pressed down onto my face. I tried to slow my breathing. In my own ears, it sounded like I’d just run 10 flights of stairs.

Dad hollered for mom from the front room and then waited. Not hearing a response, he headed for their bedroom – no doubt to change clothes. His footsteps sounded like the march of a battalion of enemy soldiers – getting closer and closer as I cowered in my foxhole.

I heard my door open wider and I completely stopped breathing. I could feel Kelsey’s eyes on me but I refused to look at her. There was no explaining this. I was butt-assed naked in my room, hiding, with my mother-in-law – who was just as gloriously naked.

Dad’s footsteps headed to their bedroom and I let out the breath I had been holding. Now what?! The only exits from my room are the window and the door. My window is towards the ceiling and it’s been a while since I tried to squeeze myself out of it – but it’s not easy. I MIGHT make it; Kelsey probably wouldn’t. That left the hallway.

We waited.

After what seemed like hours, the shower came on. Kelsey nudged me and I shook my head, no.

As soon as the radio got loud – and I heard my dad’s horrible karaoke – it was time! I believe it’s called caterwauling because it sounds like a cat is trapped inside of a wall. That’s what my dad sounds like in the shower. I threw the blanket off, pulled my lover to her feet – and off of the blanket – and threw it aside to grab our clothes. We dressed in a flash and rushed down the hallway as fast as we could – as quietly as we could.

Kasey was waiting, laughing, with the front door open after we got through the gate. I was gasping for air. Her mother looked at me and said, “Where’s the blanket?!”

I played the video for our judge.

It took a few ‘instant replays’ – and a lot of laughing – before she decided that we had, indeed, fucked in my bedroom – thus satisfying the rules of the game.

Once that was determined, Kelsey took me to her room to finish the job.

She kissed me while she worked up to her first orgasm, rode me (as I mauled her breasts) to the second one, and then I flipped her onto her back to fuck her like she wanted. Unfortunately, she didn’t get her third until I was spewing inside of her – and she decorated us both.

With her still mounted on my cock, I picked her up and carried her to the shower. Both of our sloppy juices were running down my legs. I turned on the water and cringed as it sprayed my back & ass until it came up to temperature. Only then did I turn and share the spray with my sexy partner.

I bounced her up & down on my cock a few more times, relishing the feeling of her tight treasure-box on my jeweled scepter. We kissed a little longer and then she got to her feet so we could scrub away the sticky residue of our love-making.

Once we were clean, she stood (inside of my personal space) straddling my stiff rod – and we kissed some more. If Kasey hadn’t hollered that my dad was coming up the walk, we probably would have headed back to the bedroom to try for another round.

I’m not sure why he didn’t just call. The only thing he wanted was to know if I knew where mom was. I think he might have just wanted to see what the house looked like, now that we had actually moved in. The last time he’d been here, we were still painting.

It was close to lunchtime so we invited him to stay for sandwiches. I dug out the bread, miracle-whip, and cottage cheese, and told dad where to grab plates, glasses, and silverware. Kelsey fried bacon while dad toasted the bread, Kasey leaved the lettuce, and I sliced the tomatoes.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting down to BLTs, cottage cheese, potato chips, and sweet tea. Dad told us a few road stories. Two were funny, one was inappropriate, and one was a little scary. Over-the-road truck driver was definitely not the job for me!

After dad left, Kasey said she wanted to go for a jog. We changed our clothes and drove her to the place where Kelsey and I had fucked the morning of the wedding. We laughed as Kasey’s mom retold the story about jerking me off into the salad-dressing container so she could spike Grandma Williams’ coffee with it after the ceremony.

As we ran the trail, I told the two of them that I thought it was time to end their ‘Random Fuckery’ game. Things were getting a little too out of control – and I didn’t even want to think about what it was going to take to try to have sex in a squad car.

Since Kelsey still had most of a fresh load inside of her, she was easier to convince. Kasey only gave in after her mother and I agreed that I could fuck her senseless when we got home from running.

In the end, she decided she didn’t want to wait that long. Kelsey drove us around town while I fucked the shit out of her daughter in the backseat of the car. I think she spent more time, watching us in the rearview mirror, than she did focusing on the road. I’m also pretty sure I smelled her musky scent mingling with her daughter’s and mine – so I’m sure she was rubbing herself through the leggings she had worn for our run. Knowing her, she wasn’t wearing panties underneath.

~~~ Sunday ~~~

Sitting in church, we really didn’t change anything we normally did. Kelsey was a little more subdued in her horse-play but, otherwise, it was the same as always. I held each of their hands and we tried to be good listeners.

After the service, we shook Pastor John’s hand on the way out. As he often did, he told us that he was glad to see us. He was one of those people that made you believe it.

We took my mom & dad to KFC so my mother could get her weekly chicken fix.

After lunch, we went home to try to get a jump on our homework assignments for the week. Kelsey also had a few lecture videos to watch. Since all of her stuff was self-paced, she was already about half-way done with her classes for the semester.

~~~

As we lay, together, in bed, that night, both of my wives informed me that it was still too early to tell but that, so far, they hadn’t started their periods.

I fucked Kasey through two orgasms and switched to her mom. She got two little ones and then, while we were distracted, Kasey teased a fingertip along my taint – and I lost control – and flooded her mother’s pussy before either of us was really ready. She, of course, thought it was a lot funnier than we did.

~~~ Monday ~~~

By the end of the day, neither of my lovers had still gotten their periods. We talked about taking a test but there weren’t any in the house. We did our homework and got ready for bed. The two of them decided that they were going to hold off on sex for the night.

Thankfully, they had mercy on me. Kasey sucked me for a while and tried deep-throating me again – but she’s still got a ways to go. After that, she and I made out as her mother sucked my cock straight down her throat – and I gave her a belly full of fresh protein.

~~~ Tuesday ~~~

After classes, I started mowing & trimming the three yards. Kasey went to the drugstore and came home with four pregnancy tests. When Kelsey got home, they each took one. Kasey’s came up negative; and Kelsey’s came up positive. I could tell my former Science teacher was excited – but she was too worried about her daughter to celebrate. They decided to wait another 24 hours and take the other test.

I ran to Pop’s and did a two-hour shift.

At bedtime, we showered together. They were still waiting on sex. We had a three-way kissing duel and the two of them jerked me off. We kissed, cuddled, scrubbed, and rinsed each other.

~~~ Wednesday ~~~

We were in Spanish class when Kasey’s cramps started. By the time we got home, her period had begun. I held her as she cried. I texted her mom and she came home early. When she came in the door, she dropped onto the couch with us and we both held her daughter in our arms. After another half-hour, Kasey started drying her face. She gave us both kisses and then stood up to face us.

“I have no clue why I’m crying,” she announced. “I don’t want to be pregnant yet. I mean – obviously – I do – I’ve been bawling, non-stop, for hours – but it’s insane. Mom. Take your second test.”

Curiosity got the best of me and I watched the process this time.

“That’s it?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yup,” Kasey said, laughing.

“That’s fucking stupid,” I said.

“Your body starts putting out a certain hormone when you’re pregnant. The test just detects whether or not it shows up in your urine.”

“Well, fuck!”

She laughed at me until Kelsey held up the plastic stick.

Pregnant.

Kelsey handed the proof to her daughter, bodily picked me up, and carried me to her bed.

I don’t know if it was fueled by adrenaline or lust. She had never tried to do that before – so I’m not sure it would have normally been possible – but she picked me up like it was nothing and carried me into the bedroom like I was a recalcitrant toddler.

There was no doubt in my mind; we were about to fuck like animals.

As soon as she set me down onto my feet, we each started ripping our clothes off.

I had no idea why she wanted to fuck right now but this woman was – according to that little magic stick – carrying my baby inside of her. She could have anything she wanted, as often as I was able to give it to her.

If she wanted fucked, I was gonna fuck her; if she wanted bred, I was going to breed her.

As soon as we were both naked, she shoved me onto my back, climbed on top of me, and started riding me like I was a mechanical bull. Forwards & backward, up & down, left & right – she fucked the shit out of me! It was all I could do to hold onto her hips as she punished my penis – prodding it as deeply into her as she could – brushing against her already-occupied uterus.

She howled like a wildcat and sprayed her climax all over me; my fuse was lit.

I grabbed her hips and fucked my stiff prick up into her sausage-grinder. Her motion became less chaotic and we found a punishing rhythm that slapped our bodies together over & over again. The sound was magnified by the slick ejaculate she had covered me with. We growled & groaned as our bodies collided, our sex organs writhed & wrestled, and my flared cock-knob bumped & banged its way in & out of her sweetly-tense trench.

We were fucking so hard I couldn’t even play with her gorgeous tits.

Her body shuddered, her vagina clenched, and she sprayed me a second time.

There was less friction now – but there seemed to be more suction. My anxious cock slurped & slid in & out of her gripping gash.

Her body trembled with the last of her orgasm and that was the end for me. Her pussy seemed to suck me back inside, wrenching a ball-busting orgasm from me.

I came so hard my eyes hurt. It was glorious!

~~~

I have no clue what it is with women. I don’t know how they know.

How did Kasey know to grab our clothes before the backdoor opened at her grandmother’s house?

How did my mother know that now was the time to visit? She never visits during the week. Ever. And, yet, as I lay in bed, recovering from the near-death fucking that my baby-momma just gave me, my first wife – her daughter – hollered from the front room, “Your mom wants to come over. What should I tell her?”

I looked over at the MILF who was now MY MILF. She smiled.

“You took too long,” Kasey announced. “She’s headed across the street.”

I rolled out of bed, grabbed the tub of baby-wipes, and tried to clean my lover’s ejaculate from our bodies as quickly as possible – filling the small trashcan half-full with our soiled rags.

We got dressed and headed for the front room. My lover detoured to the bathroom – to grab the test-kit – but her daughter was already holding it, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Kelsey and I dropped onto the couch. Kasey led my mom into the seating area and plopped down on the other side of me.

“Reggie, I don’t mean to be nosey but – well – it’s going to sound nosey. I’ve tried to think of a way to ask that doesn’t sound like that – and there isn’t one. What did Pastor John say to you, the other day? It’s killing me.”

“There’s a segue for you,” I thought. Aloud, I said, “Have a seat mom. This is gonna take a minute or two. Do you want something to drink?”

“What? No. No, thank you. So you’ll tell me? I realize it’s none of my business…”

“Mom.”

“Yes, Reggie?”

“I have a couple things to tell you, first, before we get to that part.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I’m sorry, Reggie.”

She sat down in the recliner.

“First, off. I’m married to both Kasey and Kelsey. Obviously, only one of those weddings is legal in this state. The other one was just for the three of us – so we could get our relationship straight.”

She stared at me. I’m not sure why I even stopped – I guess because I wanted some sort of acknowledgement – up to that point – that she understood. From there, we could move on to the rest of the sordid details.

However, we were at a stand-still.

“Mom?” I asked.

“Reggie, honey, can you step outside for a minute?”

Now, I was the one staring.

My former teacher leaned in and whispered, “Just do what she says. It’ll be fine.”

I got up and walked to the front door. I turned to look back at the three of them and Kasey shooed me out. I opened the door, stepped through, closed it, and headed for the garden bench.

I felt like a death-row inmate, waiting – with ten minutes to spare – for a call from the Governor. If that call didn’t come soon, I was done-for.

It probably wasn’t long – but it felt like hours – before Kasey opened the door and said, “You can come back in.”

Her face didn’t betray any of what had happened. Stunned, I walked through the door – leaving her to shut it – and returned to my place on the couch. She sat down beside me a few seconds later.

My mom said, “I’m sorry, Reggie. There are just some things that a mother cannot take her son’s words on. As far as I can tell, neither of these women has been coerced or threatened – and they corroborated your story. They didn’t tell me much else because they said that was yours to tell. At this point, all I know is that the three of you went to Nevada and had another ceremony and that they have both agreed to share you. It is some consolation to me that you have given each other vows but it’s still a little too weird for me to imagine all of the implications. So, tell me your story but I may have questions.”

I nodded.

“Pastor John’s discussion, with us, was that we needed to make sure to keep things Rated G at church.”

“He knows?”

“He suspects. He doesn’t want to ‘know’ because then the church would have a problem.”

“Okay. I think I understand.”

“So… obviously… the three of us have been having sex.”

“Really, son, I don’t think I need…”

“… and… you’re going to be a grandmother.”

Stop! Hammer time!

… and we wait.

“What?!”

“Congratulations, mom! You’re gonna be a granny,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.

Kasey handed her the test. Why the hell do women pass around plastic wands that they’ve peed on? It’s beyond me.

“Oh my goooooodnesssss!”

Kasey laughed.

“Oh, honey. I’m so happy…” she stood, angling towards Kasey – and realized my former girlfriend was pointing at her mom.

Mom froze again.

I grabbed her and plopped her down between Kelsey and me.

I’m not sure where the sound originated from but – for a moment – I thought we had an angry tea-kettle in the kitchen. I finally realized it was a squeal of joy – which turned into hugs, kisses, crying, more hugging, more kissing, more crying… and quite a bit of explaining.

Kelsey informed her that she’d been worried about waiting too long and – now that she felt more comfortable in her position at school – she didn’t want to put it off any longer.

When I got mom’s attention, I said, “For whatever reason, Pastor John asked Kelsey if she was trying to have a baby and – when she said yes – he asked if he and his wife could pray for her. He prayed for God to help her get pregnant. Calendar-wise, the deed should have already been done, at that point, we were just waiting for her to miss her period so we could take the test – but who knows.”

Kelsey told mom, “Kasey’s dad and I tried for years before we had her – and we never had another. I’m considering it to be a miracle.”

Mom said, “How are you going to manage, with you all taking classes and working?”

“We’ll find a way,” I told her.

“I’ll help too,” my mother immediately offered.

Kelsey said, “No.”

Mom said, “Yes. We have a new nutritionist starting at the zoo. She wants days. Reg’s dad’s not there most of the time – so it doesn’t matter when I work. I’ll switch to evenings and watch the baby while you all are in classes.”

Kelsey and I looked at each other and shrugged.

Mom looked at Kasey and said, “So… when…”

Kasey laughed and said, “Reggie & I are waiting until after college. Mom was worried about how much longer she has – so we decided she should go first.”

My mom said, “Very practical. It would be amazing for both of you to be pregnant with my son’s babies at the same time (Oh! I can’t believe I just said that!) – but – not very practical. I’m so excited.”

She turned and wrapped me in her arms.

“Oh! Baby!” she cooed, “I’m such a proud momma.”

“What will you tell dad?” I asked her.

“I don’t think I’ll need to say anything – and he’ll just accept it quietly,” Mom replied, “as will Grandma Mitchell – if she doesn’t already know.”

“She doesn’t,” I assured her.

Mom replied, “I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“Your parents?” I asked.

Mom thought about it for a minute before saying, “Pop will be proud of you. Mimi may have to adjust a little but I don’t think she’ll care. She may want to talk to the girls first, though. Oh! I’ll call her and tell her you’ll need another plane ticket! But I’ll let you surprise them with your news when you arrive, over the break. Once my mother accepts the idea, I don’t know how she wouldn’t be just as excited as me. She’ll want a little girl though..”

“If this one’s a boy, we’ll just have to try again”, I replied, smiling from ear to ear.

~~~ Epilogue ~~~

Two weeks later, we met the buyers at the bank, closed on #24 Mulberry Street, and handed over the keys. We took the money and paid off the note for the Hobbit Hole. Grandma Mitchell and mom came over for the mortgage-burning party. I grilled burgers and my wives did the rest.

Grandma dropped a couple hints and my teacher-wife finally went and retrieved the pregnancy test. My grandmother gave me shit for thinking I could hide anything from her and then she hugged both my wives and got the entire story – from start to finish. Mom was still a little deer-in-the-headlight with a few of the revelations – but grandma spent most of her time nodding. We were, of course, immediately forced to set a date for our next Uno & meatloaf night.

Nine weeks after that, by mid-December, Kelsey’s belly started to show and she fielded a few questions, at work, about who the father was. We flew to Florida and spent a day catching Pop & Mimi up on all the details. We had a grand time, early each morning during our stay there, beachcombing with my grandparents and, in the evenings, they spoiled us by showing us all of the fun things to do and the best places to eat. Pop caught me alone before we headed home and told me I was, “a lucky fucker”. We promised to live-stream the gender-reveal – and they promised to fly home as soon as we called to tell them that my son or daughter had arrived.

Grandma Williams found the Hobbit Hole around the middle of October. Since she couldn’t get through the fence, she had climbed onto the roof and tried to lean over the edge to peer in the windows. She’d lost her balance, tumbled to the ground, and landed on her hip, fracturing it. We found her the next morning. She was lucky it had been a warm evening. She was in a back-brace for weeks and in therapy for a month or two after that.

The next time we saw her was almost a year later. I was holding my infant son as Kasey and I shopped for groceries. When the old hag saw me, she asked if she could see the child. I told her the baby didn’t have any of her blood and she had no reason or need to gawk at it.

She, of course, glanced from Kasey to me and said, “Kasey is my granddaughter…”

I replied, “Yes, but this isn’t Kasey’s baby – not that it’s any of your fucking business.”

“Whose child is it then?” she asked.

“Mine,” I replied.

She stared back and forth between the two of us – as Kasey smiled but said nothing.

I told her that – if she hoped to see Kasey’s baby – when that time came – she could start a college fund for this child and make monthly payments, mailing us copies of the receipts at the Hobbit Hole.

A month later, I regretted my words when she sent us the information for the fund and copies of the deposit receipts for the first two months.

She died before she ever even knew that Kasey was pregnant with our first child. By then, she had education funds created for both of my children with the daughter-in-law that she never recognized as legitimate. Two months after the funeral, her widower wrote us to say that he had placed amounts in each of the funds to round them out to $100,000 and that he was discontinuing the practice of making monthly payments. He never contacted us again.

When he passed, Kasey’s boy & girl were in Elementary School. We met with the lawyer and my younger wife inherited everything the two of them had. By that point, the three of us were pretty set for retirement – so the money went into a trust to be split between all four of our children. As we wrapped up the work on the estate, I laughed at the fact that Kasey’s grandmother had made the vandalism claim against her insurance – and yet none of the damaged cameras or motion-lights had ever been replaced. We left that task to the new owners. We never even went into the house. We had workers carry everything out to be identified for the auction. By the end of the day, it was all gone. Dust in the mother-fucking wind.

When the kids got old enough to need spaces of their own, we got a little creative with how the rooms in the Hobbit House were laid out. We ended up with an adults’ room, a boys’ room, and a girls’ room.

Nick and Natalie were married shortly after my first child was born. Nick became the chief engineer when his uncle retired. They have a little girl who loves coming to visit her four cousins – and not just because we do our best to spoil her silly.

Surprisingly, Paul & Cindy still don’t have kids – maybe because they’re too busy running Benny’s – which now boasts three locations. They still have the best burgers and chili dogs.

Dad finally quit truck driving. He and mom travel south during the winter but stop to see all of the “grands” as soon as they’re home again. My mother got us through the infant and toddler years with all four of them. I tell her, often, that this was her greatest gift to me. Each of the kids had a moment or two where I had to remind them that this was the woman who bore me – and not an hourly-employee we paid to watch them. Once we got past that, we were all good again.

My children get Christmas at Thanksgiving in Florida at Pop & Mimi’s. Mom & Dad drive down and meet us there. The seven of us usually fly. (The one time we drove, it did not go well.)

Christmas morning, my kiddos give Grandma Mitchell squeezes and she spoils them all with warm oatmeal cookies. After presents, we sit down to her mouthwatering meatloaf. (Now that she’s gone, we still have meatloaf for Christmas.)

Old Man Jenkins never retired; he just never showed up for work one day. They buried him in his coveralls. The funeral home had to push back the funeral because they couldn’t get the lines of people – showing up to pay their final respects – through in the time they had allotted. Of those who were able to attend the service, there was not a dry eye in the place once my administrator wife got done listing all of the nice things the man had done over his many years of service to the school and its children. The Board named the gymnasium after him.

Carol took Kasey’s advice, caught Bryce on the rebound, bridled her tongue, and ended up with two cute kids who didn’t turn out too damned bad. She also ended up with a husband who spoils her whenever he can – who loves her kids more than his own life.

~~~ Thanks for reading! ~~~