This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 13
Recap - Sarah begins having contractions, believing them to be false labor. On the way to the hospital, however, her water broke. Rylee Lawson is born three weeks early but is healthy. Afterward, Samantha has a long talk with Sarah about giving birth and decides that she, too, wants to have Roger's child. Roger, Emma, and Sarah make sure she is certain, due to her young age, but Samantha is adamant and happy with their lifestyle, believing she won't miss out on anything with all the help she will have. Sarah is sexually frustrated, not allowed to have sex so soon after giving birth but allows Samantha to suckle her breast while masturbating. Samantha also has the option to be released from her Marine Corps contract early, which she opts to take. Sarah is so desperate for sex that she realizes her mouth works just fine and uses it to please Roger.
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.
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The next morning, after everyone had eaten their breakfast, Roger called a family meeting in the bedroom. When Emma and Samantha arrived, he made sure everyone sat in their own chair. Even Sarah was lounging with Rylee in the recliner they'd bought for her. He just sat at the end of the bed.
"Are we in trouble?" Emma asked.
"No, honey," he said. "But our family is changing. We have Rylee, we'll soon have Ella, and if things go as planned, Samantha will soon be pregnant with another little Lawson. And for a little while longer, fun times like we had last night can still happen, but it won't be long before we'll have to be a little more discreet."
Samantha sighed heavily. "I didn't think about that," she said sadly.
"We'll all still get to be with each other," Sarah said as she rocked Rylee gently. "We just can't do it out in the open as much as we do now. So, for example, we'll need to be at least a bit more clothed when we're in here."
"I like doing the naked thing," Emma said. "I know Master likes the naked thing," she said with a smile.
"I do," he said, "but it would be hard to explain to the kids if they walked in and we were just walking around nude all the time."
"But we're not going to pretend sex isn't really a thing, right?" Emma replied. "Mom and Dad didn't really hide it from me, but I never actually got 'the talk' or a real explanation of sex. Well," she laughed, "not until Sarah started sharing some of her antics."
Sarah looked sternly at Emma and shook her head briefly. Even though he respected Sarah's dead husband for loving her before Roger came along, Roger didn't particularly like to hear about their sex life.
"What I'm saying is," Emma continued, "they need to know about sex, and that mommies and daddies do it to make children, and sometimes for fun. And they need to know how to have safe sex."
"And to be able to protect themselves when they don't want to do it," Sam said quietly, pulling a pillow close to her and hugging it tight as she folded her legs under her.
Everyone sat still a moment until Emma wiggled her fingers at Sam, holding her arms open and beckoning her. The youngest wife sprang over to Emma's lap and hugged her.
"With you and I to teach them, Babydoll," Roger said, "no one will stand a chance against them."
Samantha nodded solemnly.
"Master," Sarah said, standing to place Rylee in her bassinet, "with your permission, I would like to let our staff go as well."
"What? Why?"
"The girls and I have discussed it," she said, "but of course we would never make a decision like that with your approval, Master."
"Okay, but...why?"
"Aubrey isn't doing well," Emma said as she stroked Sam's hair. "The cancer, well, it's just gotten worse and worse. I don't think she has much longer."
"And Carl is closer to seventy than he is sixty-five," Sarah added. "He
needs
to be told to retire, otherwise we'll find him dead on the property somewhere."
Roger was taken aback at the news of Aubrey. "I had no idea Aubrey was doing so poorly. Have we been doing anything for her?"
"There's not much we can do. Sarah and I have visited her a few times, but now...well," Emma huffed. "She doesn't recognize anyone anymore. She doesn't have family, so we set her up with a hospice nurse for 'round the clock care. But she only has a few weeks. Maybe."
"The girls and I would like your permission to have Carl retire," Sarah said, steering the conversation back. "He's earned his pension and then some, he'll keep his insurance, and his wife will finally get her husband home like she's been wanting."
"And you, Momma, and Sissy can cook really well," Samantha said. "Without the staff we won't need the folks in the kitchen either. We can take care of ourselves. I promise to learn, too." She sat up, distracted from the horrible memories of her past. "So...without Aubrey, Carl and his crew, and the kitchen staff, it would be just us. We can write everyone who would need a job a letter of recommendation to help them find something elsewhere."
Sarah smiled, proud of Sam. She was an incredibly smart young lady when she wanted to be.
"Sarah, find out if there's anything else we can do for Aubrey and see if she does have any family. If not, I want to cover her funeral arrangements if and when that time comes." He looked at Emma and Sam. "You two deal with Carl. Emma, he's almost as protective of you as I am. Sam, he's grown to really enjoy your company. I think the two of you telling him to retire wouldn't be as hard on him as if I did it." He ran his hands over his face. "I'll handle the kitchen staff. Do we want to give them and Carl's crew a little bonus in their final checks to help soften the blow? It may be a while before they can get another job, and something extra could help float them for a while."
"A month's pay?" Sam suggested.
"I like that," Emma said.
Sarah nodded. "I agree."
"So now that's settled," Roger said, "what was the end goal again?"
"To save money?" Sam asked.
"That's one reason—well, not really a valid one with everything that's coming in," Sarah said. "But we don't need a staff on hand all the time. They were a holdover from when Emma's parents were here and had to keep up appearances for their big company. And we can keep the fields cut ourself, hire a lawn care company for the more public areas, that sort of thing."
"Are we losing money somewhere?" Roger asked.
"Oh, god no," Emma said with a snort. "Not even close."
"And, at least while we still have time to do so, the girls and I want to indulge you a little more, Master." Sarah came to sit beside him. "I recall telling you at one point that my submission to you was so complete that I would let you put a leash on me and walk me around the property on all fours nude, if that's what you wanted."
"I remember that," he said, smiling.
"We want our house to be our house," she continued. "If I want to walk around in lingerie, or lounge by the pool nude at any time of day or give one of my girls multiple orgasms on the kitchen island, I should be able to do it, Master."
"I...well, I guess I can't argue with that."
"And one last thing," Sarah said to everyone. "You will never be anything less than our master," she said now to Roger. "But I don't know how to handle calling you that around the children."
"Yeah," Sam said, frowning slightly. "Our babies should just call you dad, or papa or something."
"Aww," Emma said. "I like papa."
