“Thank you for that Rachel. Mom.”
“Do you know, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever called me ‘mom’ in the entire time we’ve been a family?”
“You may be right about that, but you’ve always just been Rachel to me. If it makes you feel any better, you were always introduced as my mom, and I always told people about you as my mom. Like I told you when you adopted me, you’re the only mother I’ve ever known, it’s just that you’ve always been a cool, beautiful, grown up friend to me on top of being my mom, calling you ‘mom’ never felt right. You’re Rachel.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled my arm over her and held it between her breasts. “I’ve always liked you too. You were a cool, smart and loving little kid, and I’m glad the man you’ve become is just the same. You said we need to talk, what about?”
“The house, but we can get to it tomorrow.”
“You’re not going to sell it are you?” The panic in her voice nearly brought the tears again as she started to turn to me. I held her in place and replied as quickly as I could.
“No, no, no, no! Rachel, nothing like that! You remember that dad’s will left the house in my name.”
“Yeah, I remember. He said he would, but I thought he was joking. I never thought he would boot me out of the only real home I’ve had.”
She hit the word home sort of hard.
“So you never felt like your dad’s house was home?”
“No. That place was a house, and grandma’s place too, the only thing that kept me sane was the girls. Granny was okay, but she was really old and deteriorating quickly.”
“Well, what I wanted to talk to you about, Rachel was you being in this house. I want you to stay here.”
“How long can I stay?”
“You misunderstand me, Rachel. As far as I’m concerned, this is your house, your home, I’m a guest here.
You stay as long as you feel you want to or can. Hell, I’ll sign the damned thing over too you if you want.”
“Do you mean that? Really?”
“Of course, you have my word on that.”
“Thank you, Davey. You really are a good, good man.”
“Get some sleep, Rachel. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I really needed to stop talking; I wasn’t feeling like a good man at the moment, as my cock was growing down the leg of my boxer briefs. God damn she was hot, and she still had my hand clutched between her tits.
I came awake slowly, realizing that my hands were moving. Rachel had laced her fingers over the tops of mine, and was rubbing them all over herself. I did my best to relax, and let her, but she knew I was awake.
“I’m sorry; it’s been a while since I’ve had a man’s hands on me.”
“Didn’t dad…?”
“Not for the last couple of months. I don’t know why.”
“How long since you’ve had sex?”
“3 months.” Her voice was filled with regret.
“So what happened? You guys were always at each other. It was almost embarrassing at times.”
“I think he was cheating on me, or punishing me for something.”
“I’m sorry, Rachel.” It was then that I realized my hands were still on her stomach and on her breast. “Is there anything I can do…?”
“I’m so sorry, I know this has got to be weird for you, I’m just so alone.”
“You’ll never be alone, Rachel.” I pulled her in tight to my body and began running my hands up and down her tight stomach, and up to her breasts. When I got there, I took one in each hand and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze. She moaned with desire, and I took this as a good sign.
“I forgot, you really like my breasts, don’t you?” It was really more statement than question.
“Since the first day I saw them.”
“I remember you were always trying to get a peek at them when you were a kid.”
I stopped involuntarily, and she just laughed.
“You really didn’t think I knew did you?”
“I always thought I was being so slick and getting away with it.” I started kneading her breasts some more.
“Ungh… Nope, I always knew, and I was always flattered. In fact after you got a little older, I would imagine you doing exactly what you’re doing now while I was playing with myself. It always helped me cum.”
“Well, maybe this will help you now.” I brought my hands back to her nipples and rolled them a little between my fingers. Her response told me I was right.
“Oh, my God.”
I slid one hand down her stomach and when I got to her pussy I was a little surprised to find it completely bald.
“Wow, go a little crazy with the bikini trim?”
“I’ve shaved for as long as I can remember, do you like it?”
I responded by cupping her pussy with my hand and starting a slow rub.
“Ungh…I’ll take that as a yes.”
She reached around behind her and started fishing around in my sweats for my cock.
“You always sleep in your underwear?”
“Nope, I needed to be able to control myself, when I knew my body would betray me. You’re beautiful,
Rachel, and I didn’t want this to get weird.”
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Richard J says
I love this story very sexy and hot!