A Replacement For The Old Man
She Didn't Realize She Was Replaceable
"Mother!!!" Screamed the woman as she stormed into the living room. The music blared away as the 18-year-old pounded into the 65-year-old woman's pussy from behind.
Releasing his third load of the afternoon, he looked up and froze with fear as the woman walked into the room, yelling, "Put your fucking clothes on, dipshit," she spat.
He dressed in a nano-second. As he stood up, Kim grabbed his earlobe and put her mouth next to his ear, "Listen, you little fucker. And you better listen carefully to what I'm saying. If I hear one rumor that you cuckolded my father."
Cutting off her daughter in mid-sentence. The old woman blurted out, "Your Dad is not a cuckold."
Shaking her head and continuing to speak through her teeth, "Mother, the definition of a cuckold, is a woman who gets another man to satisfy her in bed because her husband can't get it done anymore.
"So, she makes a cuckold out of him." The old lady sat down in shock. She couldn't believe what was happening to her.
Her daughter turned back to a scared young man, "Robbie, what would you have done if I was a jealous husband with a gun? You'd be dead right now." Looking at the boy in disgust, "You might be anyway. Do you know my husband, John? "
Nervously he replied, nodding his head, "Yes, Ma'am."
"I thought so. He's a cop. Do you know how big he is, Robbie?"
Robbie slowly shook his head; no.
"He is six-six, two hundred and forty-five lbs. of muscle.
If he comes home and sees me crying over any rumor, you start. He will not be happy. And then you will not be happy. Do you understand what I am saying, Robbie?" Robbie slowly nodded his head.
She adjusted her body and kicked the next-door neighbor with the point of her shoe in the ass. He yelped as she yelled, "Get the fuck out of here!!!"
She turned to her Mom. "Well, you owe me now. I have you by the short hair. And you're going to help me with my problem, or I will show Dad the video of you fucking Robbie."
Her mother looked down at the floor and whispered, "What do you need me to do?"
"Do you remember Robert Parker from high school?" Kim asked.
Her mother looked at her, confused, "Yea. What about him?"
"Well, we've been talking. Do you remember that we didn't go to the prom together?" Her mother nodded yes.
"Well, if you remember, he went to the prom with Peggy Anderson, the biggest slut in the school. That was so he could get his first piece of ass. So lately, Robert and I have been sexting back and forth about "old times. And we want to get together and fuck.
We're having trouble finding a location where someone wouldn't recognize me or know John. So now, with this information I have on you, you will cover for me. We want to meet up here twice a week." Her mother sat in shock.
Kim continued, "This will be a short affair to see what we missed out on. Say for six months. By then, the newness will wear off. John and Robert's wife will never know, and we'll both have our fantasies fulfilled.
"See, this way, no one gets hurt. You know how I feel about John. I love that man to death. So what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And this is just about sex."
Her mother recovered from the shock. "Are you fucking stupid? John will know. For God's sake. Don't do this. Men have that gut feeling of theirs. That's why he's a good cop. He can interrogate you without you even knowing he's doing it.
"He has given you three beautiful children. He works overtime, so you can go on the cruises you want. God, that man worships the ground you walk on. It'll kill him.
"Have you forgotten what John did for you? I cried to his mother, Marge, my old college roommate, about Robert dumping you right before the prom. She and Luke had just moved back to the states from the west coast.
I cried and cried about how you couldn't go without a date. So, Marge called her son John and told him what she needed. That man never asked for a picture of you. You could have looked like a crossed-eye dog. All he knew was that there was a damsel in distress.
"His mother told me he never asked to know what you looked like, but you did. You were scared that he might be an embarrassment to you in front of your friends. You were so scared when you'd open the door to see a skinny, thick glass nerd standing there.
"But when you opened it, your jaw dropped. The Captain of the University of Alabama's defensive football team stood with a corsage and flowers smiling at you.
"Do you remember what you told me on your wedding day? You creamed your panties when you saw him the first time. Then, if I remember correctly, you told me all the girls at the prom were insanely jealous of your date. He was a fantastic dancer who wouldn't dance with anyone but you. They even voted you as homecoming queen by the kids. I think it was because of him.
"And remember what else he did. He kicked the shit out of Robert after he came over and jerked you out of your seat. He was dragging you off as John came back with your refreshment. John stopped him, and Robert hit him in the face.
"After the next hit, Robert was carried out on a stretcher. The police took statements from all the witnesses. They verified Robert assaulted you first. And Robert threw the first punch. After that, they let you two go home.
"Poor John, his face was all over the media the next day for laying out a high school student. Even worse, he had to go to Nick Saban's office. Thank God for your Dad. If he hadn't intervened on John's behalf, he might have lost his scholarship
"Kim, do you remember how despondent he was over ruining your prom? You two sat out front in that car, steaming the windows until two o'clock in the morning; you were consoling him. Your Dad finally started flashing the porch lights to get you to come in."
....
Remembering that night, Kim couldn't let her mother see her smile on the inside. Instead, she remembered how she whispered to John, "I'm a virgin, and I want you."
But the man she married replied, "Kim, it would be an honor, but I can't do it. I've always heard that a woman should give it up to someone she hated or was in love with."
Kim replied, "What if we date and get married?"
John replied, smiling, "I'll get it anyway." She didn't make it to the wedding, a virgin.
"Kim," John said, "I'll be home in a few weeks for summer. I've got a job lined up to earn some extra cash so we can date.
"Then, I must return in July and report for conditioning, and August starts practice. I know you'll be starting in September. So, we can see where it goes there.
"I want you to know I only date exclusively. I had one girlfriend in high school. We broke up last Christmas. She went out with another guy and got pregnant. Even if she wasn't pregnant, we were through when I found out she cheated. There is no mercy for a cheater."
Kim smiled at John, "What's your old girlfriend's name? I want to send her a thank you card."
They became exclusive after that. John went on to graduate from Alabama with his Bachelor's in Business.
While waiting on Kim to graduate, John earned his Master's in criminal justice. And now is the Chief of Detectives for the city. Kim became an accountant.
....
Her mother snapped her out of her thoughts. "Kim, do you remember what you said when you walked into the house, closed the door, and leaned back against it? If you don't, I'll remind you. I just met my future husband. I'm going to be Mrs. John St. James?"
Back from her thoughts, Kim returned her attention to her Mom. She smiled and explained, "This won't hurt anyone. I heard Roberts is quite a stud with a big cock.
"You know I was a virgin when John and I married. (Knowing that was a lie.) John had one before me. So it'll level the field with him. Hell, maybe I'll learn something new to take to bed."
"No, I won't." Kim's mother admonished her. "I won't cover for you while you are out being a whore. I love John like he was my own child. I thought I taught you better. Where are your morrrrrralls? Her voice trailed off. She looked at her daughter. Kim had a WTF look on her face."
Her mother spoke softly, "You're not having an affair, are you?"
"No, mother, I'm not," snarled Kim. "But, for God's sake, get dressed. You're leaking on the couch. Her mother put her robe on. She started to head upstairs to her room when Kim grabbed her arm.
Gritting her teeth, "Mother, "Do you remember what you taught us? 'That adultery is the only sin in the Bible mentioned twice in the Ten Commandments, 'Once for doing it and once for even thinking about doing it.' Now sit down."
Her mother felt like a child being scolded by her mother.
"So, Mother. Mother! Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you. So you sent Dad out to do chores for your friends on Saturdays so you could fuck that young kid. Nice plan. What are you planning on doing next month when you retire? Were you going to bring one in every day and turn this place into a whore house?"
"No, I wasn't," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry. But, your father can't satisfy me anymore. He can't get it up. And since I started those testosterone shots, I've been horny all the time."
Kim couldn't believe her bullshit and barked back at her, "Did Dad cheat on you for the five years previously when it was too painful for you to fuck when you dried out? No, he didn't. "
Sniffing, "I love your father very much. But he'll never know. And I'll make sure of it."
"Mom, why was Dad on a 30 ft latter cleaning out a bird's nest in Marge's house? Are you stupid? He's a 67-year-old man, for Christ's sake. He's too old to be doing that kind shit anymore."
Cutting Kim off. "He's not too old. He's been doing it for years."
"Mom, I love you. But you still think he's 30 years old. You view him today as he was when he was young. He's not anymore. You have him doing everything he did when he was younger.
"He never gets to sit and relax. Instead, you have a honey-do list for him to do a mile long.
"He gets tired, Mom; he needs to rest more. He doesn't get Sundays off anymore because you got things for him to do. And if not for you, for your friends.
"Every free moment he has off, you're volunteering him to help all your single girlfriends as their handyman. Then he works full time, and he never gets off. It's like you got off showing off his talents, huh?
"Owe, he's fine," she replied nonchalantly. "And I volunteer him anytime they ask. I am proud to show him off."
