George and Martha

This is the final submission of a 5 part series, if you haven't read the other chapters this will make no sense to you.

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With things going well at the bakery and Down Town Donuts I'm able to concentrate most of my time and efforts on the kids and home. Amelia still works full time, she says when the last two are in school she thinks she'll be done, she and Igor are about ready to wrap it up and enjoy what years they have left in retirement. Can't say as I blame her, she's given me over ten years of faithful service, George and I have talked about it and we've decided when she does leave we will give her a years pay as severance. She's blessed us, when she retires, we'll bless her.

Shannon is in 7th grade but tries to act older. There are times she absolutely shocks me saying things or asking questions I would never have thought of, much less uttered out loud at her age. She helps me with supper most days which affords us plenty of time for one on one girl talk. We'd talked about her period, growing breasts and when the subject of pubic hair on her mons came up, I was literally so flabbergasted I couldn't speak.

"I'm not going to have hair mom, I'll keep it shaved off, only sluts have hair down there."

After catching my breath and attempting to act composed I answered as calmly as possible, not sure whether to feel compassionate or slap the shit out of her.

"Where did you hear that Shannon? I don't think that's true, and you can refer to it as your vagina, not down there, I'm well aware of how we're built."

"Well I hear dad talk to you about down there when you think I don't notice, and he doesn't use the word vagina, Carry Jo Olsen told me only sluts have hair on their vagina."

"Carry Jo is thirteen, what would she know about how a girls vagina is supposed to look?"

"Her older sister told her. Besides, most of the girls shave, I don't want to be laughed at next year when we start showering after gym class. What's the big deal anyway, you shave don't you?"

"No sweetie, I don't shave, I may trim along the edges, but I have never shaved. Your father prefers it this way, says he doesn't want his wife's hoo-hah looking like a ten year old. Think about this a moment Shannon, if mature women have pubic hair between their legs, don't you think we were designed that way? Sweetheart, you are not going to shave the hair on your mons, if I have to make you pull your panties down every morning to inspect I will."

"MOM, you wouldn't. How can you even say that?"

"In the bathroom young lady, right now." She did so in a huff. "Lift your dress and lower your panties, do it. Okay, pull your panties up."

As I held her she cried. "Honey you're becoming a woman, you have some peach fuzz that will soon be more than that, it's a part of who you are honey. Why would you want to change that? My gosh girl, you still wear Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday cotton panties. As you get older, I'll introduce you to some nicer underwear that make you feel special, but not now baby. Not now."

"You mean like the ones you wear? You aren't just telling me that and later you'll change your mind, are you?"

"Maybe not quite as sexy as mine until you're like, in college or after, but I promise by the time you're 16 I'll show you what age appropriate underwear can be like if you're responsible to not show them and remain chaste."

"OMG mom, I can't believe you said that."

"Listen little girl, you started with telling me you were gonna shave, if you're old enough to talk about that, you're enough for me to tell you to hold onto your virtue."

"Mom, does dad have to know about this?"

"Not a word, your father must not know we've had this conversation, this is mother/daughter stuff. Your dad will go through the roof if we tell him. He'll lock you in the closet and feed you through a hole in the door."

Supper went off without a hitch and I was able to maintain my composure even though my head was spinning in circles. I always thought I'd be ready for this day, but not this soon. George was making love to me when he stopped and rolled off.

Caught off guard I said in a bewildered state, "Hey, what are you doing? We're making love."

"No, I'm trying to make love to my wife, but I think it's just a piece of warm meat under me, cuz it sure doesn't seem alive. I may be making love, but you sure as hell aren't. So, what gives that has you so occupied?"

"Puddin, you must never utter this beyond my ears, especially around your oldest daughter."

I then conveyed the entire story. What I thought would be a harsh reaction turned out to be him laughing so hard his body shook. He stopped, looked at me and then began laughing again.

"I'm glad it was you, I wouldn't have known what to do or say, hell, I'd have locked her in the closet and fed her through a hole in the door."

I'm thinking to myself, do I know this man or what?

"Okay, so you're not pissed, thank goodness. Now get your cock inside me, we haven't cum yet, we have unfinished business."

And business we took care of, with George grinding out a slow sensual screw that sent us over the edge at the same time. My legs were up, my hands behind my knees, Puddin had his arms extended, we were looking down at where our bodies joined as we hit the jackpot. He pushed forward squirting his load while I held my pussy tight to him sucking the life out of his cock. Laying in the afterglow I said no more talk about my pussy unless we were in our room or certain no kids could hear us.

Chuckling George said, "Oh shit, this is too much. Never thought we'd see this day when we made her did we?"

As it turned out she never did shave, and neither did any of her other classmates. As a freshman her breasts are still small, I'd be exaggerating if I said she had an A cup. When she cries about it I encourage her like auntie had done with me oh so many years ago, and by the time she's ready to go on as a sophomore she will a nice B, anything bigger would look out of place on her small body.

Junior is another whole ball of wax entirely. Tall and thick chested like his dad, laid back like his dad, serious as hell like his dad. Guess you could say he was a mini-dad. He never gives us any crap, keeps his nose clean, study's hard and started working at the donut store part time on weekends. I think the most dramatic thing with George junior was when he discovered masturbation. When I brought up to George that I thought Junior had found himself he just looked at me like what the hell are you talking about. I made a stroking motion with my hand and he smiled.

"Ah, I'm not surprised, I think I started when I was about 14, it's normal Martha."

"Yeah, you're not the one who has to wash his crusty sheets, and I think he might use his sister's panties sometimes."

"That will end, he and I will talk. No more stealing his sister's panties out of the hamper."

"How did you know they were from the hamper?"

"Cuz I'm a guy, I wouldn't want to beat off into your clean panties, I'd want your scent on them."

"Listen buster, you'd better not be beating your meat into anything. That goes in my cunt or my mouth, nowhere else. Got that?"

Suzanne, oh my. What a pistol. She is our drama queen, nothing just happens because it happens, oh my no, everything has to be dissected and analyzed. That girl has put us through more damned sleepless nights than I can remember. Not because she's naughty or anything like that, but because she's so passionate about everything we wonder where it would all end. With Junior going to be a freshman the next year, we're hoping her eighth grade year and puberty will help mellow her out.

Lois is all tomboy, with her dad every chance she gets, tools fit in her hands with ease, not afraid to get dirty or work hard, no talk of vagina hair or breasts or any of that stuff. Not yet anyway, that will start in the next year or so. Her older sisters were showing little buds on their chest by her age, she's as flat as a board, and from all indications she doesn't seem to care. Tall, skinny and athletic fits her just fine. She's also the one with my hair and hates doing anything with it, so it's either in a ponytail, pig tails, or a mess most of the time.

Last but not least, the twins, my babies. So much alike, same facial features, same hair, same complexion, about the only thing separating them is their gender. If I let Andrews hair grow and fixed it like Anna's, at their age you'd think they were both girls. These two are my quiet ones, and always together, to the point that if one is in the bathroom taking care of business the other is usually in their talking to them. I'm not sure how it will all work once puberty, periods and body changes start taking place, I've decided we'll cross that bridge later on, at present I'm simply enjoying my last littles.

The twins are also my book worms, always reading, they'll check two or three books out of the library every week. Their favorite store is Books A Million when we get to the big city, I have a feeling these two will be the brain-iac's of the family.

With the twins in school Amelia is no longer at the house every day, she comes in twice a week to help me stay ahead of the curve. I am in the office two days a week, her being at the house when the kids get home frees my days in case meetings run longer than normal. On the days she's there she also takes care of starting supper, it will be hard to replace her once she's no longer with me at all. She and Igor had planned to retire together a year ago, but when the economy collapsed in 2008 they lost a substantial part of their retirement funds and it was taking them a few years longer than anticipated to replenish that.

Amelia and I still sit at the table with a cup of coffee after I get home, she updates me on the kid's activities or we talk in general. Once in a while she'll tell me of a new piece of lingerie that is turning Igor into a lust filled animal, she's finally gotten brave enough to buy a thong which she said brought about a three-fer weekend. She told me it wore them out to the point Igor called in Monday morning and took a personal day. Society and science say older people don't have much of a sex life, I often find myself wanting to be as vibrant and active sexually as those two are in their later years. Forget science and what anyone else has to say, they are going to continue rooting around until it is no longer possible.

Speaking of a sex life, with pregnancy no longer possible we make love anytime and any place we can do so without the kids catching us. I recall a Sunday after church when we were in our room changing, Lois was at the door wanting to come in, we typically locked it because like most children, ours were prone to simply barging in. We heard Shannon tell her to get away from the door, we were probably breeding, to say laughter overtook us would be an understatement. I wear simple cotton dresses or skirts and blouses most of the time when home, I may or may not be dressed to entice underneath, all depends on the day.

I've discovered I like boy shorts, in cotton and silk, George likes them as well, and if my Puddin likes them, he also likes to take them off of me. I allow Shannon to wear boy shorts or low rise bikini's, the ones with the solid back, not the ones that go up the crack of her ass. With girl's jeans cut so low at the waist anymore it's hard finding clothes I can let them wear without their panties hanging out. Thus, the lower rise panties.

Lois is beginning to pressure me as well, in a year or so I'll have to sit her down and have the talk about why you shouldn't dress like a slut. Her breasts are developing much faster than her older sister, she's already a solid B cup and I don't think it's going to end there. With her tiny waist and cute butt her breasts are the focal point when she enters a room, I am constantly looking for fashionable tops she can wear. So far she doesn't seem to realize the asset she has, hopefully that will last a few more years.

Between the main bakery and the donut shop we now employ 33 people in production and 7 in administrative. Through the years we have continued to hire people with learning disabilities, screening them through our local learning center as it's called. A facility that deals only with those that are able to do tasks and have auditory as well as cognitive skills, which are a great number. At present we have 9 in our employ including the three men in delivery trucks, all great workers, always on time, all with attitudes of gratitude and pride in what they do. The so called mainstream workforce could learn a few things from them if they watched and listened.

With kids and work and work and kids, George and I had fallen into a state of complacency. Life had become routine and we had allowed it. Early morning on a Saturday George and I were the only ones up, I was in my nightie yet and George had just gotten out of the shower with nothing on but a pair of sweatpants. I was facing the doorway from the dining area, I beckoned him to come over to me where I put my arms around his legs and laid my head against his stomach.

George put his hands through the shoulder straps of the nightie and was gently rubbing my back, eventually sliding his hands under my arms and cupping my breasts. I pulled back a little to give him better access, as he removed his hands from the nightie and caressed me through the front I hooked my fingers in the waist band of his sweats and pulled them down a few inches. Greeting me was a semi-erect treat, pushing his hands away I lowered my lips to his dick and slowly swallowed as much of him as I could. I hadn't planned on giving him a blow job, just a nice good morning kiss.

I quickly pulled his pants up and sat back, leaving that poor man beside himself.

"Hi sweetheart, I thought I heard your footsteps on the dining room floor. What has you up so early on a Saturday Shannon?"

"I have speech competition today mom, remember. Mom, were you and dad just, you know ...?"

I never saw a full hardon become soft so fast in my life. George turned, looked at her and pointed to a chair, where she quickly sat down.

"To start with young lady, where do you hear about such things?"

"At school, all the girls talk about it, we learn it in sex ed, it's what people do dad, I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Shannon honey, that isn't normal behavior for a girl your age, and I'll bet those girls do more talking than anything else. Baby, don't get caught in that vicious cycle, you only have one hymen Shannon, once it's gone it can never be recovered. Honey sex is great, under the proper circumstances, and being in high school isn't the right circumstance."

"Yeah, but ... Were you and mom just, you know...?"

He turned to me and said, "She's all your's babe."

Following another mother/daughter talk I shooed her out the door when her ride came, I went and found George, who was now in the garage, and finished the job. As I licked my lips after swallowing his tasty load he pulled me up and thanked me, telling me his balls ached after I had to pull off. Holding one another we laughed about it, though it certainly wasn't funny when we were nearly caught with his cock buried deep in my face.

That evening at supper George asked if I could still get into my teal colored skirt, the one that only covered me to half thigh. I nodded with a smile on my face, thinking we were gonna have a sexy night at home, me stripping for him in the bedroom, him pounding my ass into the mattress.

"Good, and do you still have that white satin blouse, the one with the v-neck?" I nodded. "Good, cuz I'm taking you out dancing."

I was on his lap in an instant kissing him and running my hands through his soft wavy locks, the kids were laughing and snickering at our display of affection. George whispered in my ear. "Wear the sexiest you have under those clothes, and at least thigh highs."

I didn't disappoint, I had on a pair of sheer yellow micro panties along with the same colored bra that barely covered my nipples, the top of my breasts were completely uncovered, topping it off were white floral pattern thigh highs. Make up and hair were just as he liked them, some jewelry and a pair of 4" heels completed the package. As I finished he had walked in the room and sat on the bed, beckoning me to him. As he lifted my skirt his eyes lit up, he touched ever so lightly, then dropped my skirt and grazed his fingers across my nipples. I pushed him back and lay on top of him.

"Who cares about dancing, just fuck me now Puddin."

"Un-uh, I'm going to show off my trophy wife first, after we've dazzled them, we'll come home and I'm gonna ride you like a ten dollar whore."

"Oh my God George, do we really have to wait? Feel my panties, damn they're already soaked. Please baby, fuck me now."

Lifting me up he embraced me, telling me to be patient, he'd make sure I got all the cock I wanted. When auntie and Weezy showed up to watch the kids they made several comments about how hot we both looked. The dance hall was only about half full when we arrived, which was okay with us, we needed a few songs to get our dancing legs under us again. At the first slow one I snuggled into George, not grinding or riding his thigh, our middles were tight together, not a ray of light between us.

"Puddin, have you noticed the guys at the bar staring at me? Maybe I shouldn't have worn this skirt. I feel slutty when they look at me like that."

"You can be my little slut all you want Martha, I won't mind. I purposely wanted you to dress sexy, now you won't wonder if anyone but me finds you attractive. If I were to walk away there'd be ten guys tryin to get in your pants, I would never let them touch you, but that's how hot you are."

I moved in so tight my leg went between his and I ground my pussy into his thigh. There may be others who want to fuck me, but only my Georgie's dick will ever touch my pussy. Grinding out a back to back slow song I asked if me riding his leg was slutty enough? He replied by pushing his hard cock into my belly, I got the message loud and clear. We danced and had fun until just after ten, seeing and greeting several of the men he worked with and their wives or girlfriends. I wasn't supposed to hear it I don't think, but twice I heard the phrase, "I'd fuck her in a heartbeat."

Driving home I flipped up the center seat separation and lay down across the seat. With Georges pants open I wrapped my lips firmly around his thick heavy cock, somehow it seemed bigger tonight than two nights ago. As I slurped and sucked he kept telling me not to make him cum, I chose not to listen and swallowed a big load a block from our driveway. I was still licking him clean as we drove in and closed the garage door. Walking in Weezy gave us an odd look.

"Mmm, hmm. You two don't neva quit do you? I didn't see yo head when you come in the driveway, I know what you was doin. Mmm, mmm, mmm, when you gon stop doin that stuff in yo truck, you got a bedroom, that stuff belong in there."

As they walked out auntie told me to do it wherever and whenever we could without getting caught. Which is exactly what we intended. In the bedroom I did a slow strip for George, he did the same for me. Standing in front of him I asked if he'd like me in or out of stockings, to which he asked what I wanted.

"I'd like to leave them on puddin, if I'm going to be your little whore, I need to look and act the part. So get me on my back and sink your tongue into my cunt, after I've cum with your tongue I want it on my tummy with pillows under me, later when you've recovered I want it on my back, ankles on your shoulders tearing my pussy apart. Leave the money on the dresser when you're done."

He wasted no time tossing me onto the bed and eating me through several orgasms that went through my body in waves. His cock was hard again and as he was above me on my tummy he played with my ass, opening me a little and fingering me softly. When he moved I felt that huge purple looking head against my vulva, I was so wet he could have slammed it home with one thrust, but not tonight, tonight he was slow and methodical. Penetrating a little then pulling back, penetrating a little further then pulling back, again and again until his balls touched my erect clit, as he did my body shuddered and I had a mini-orgasm.