Beth the Mother of the Year!

Beth The Mother Of The Year!

Nobody can copy these stories they are mine.

I loved being a mother from the moment you and your partner agree we want to have a child. I am thirty three and have five children. I am five foot eleven and now weigh one sixty five to one seventy five, depending on whether it was before or after Thanksgiving.

After nursing my babies my C-cups were a full DD cup, to small EE cup.

I have, I'm told, the sexiest cock sucking lips in the whole cul-de-sac. I'm married to Teddy Benedict. He played three sports in high school and we went to the prom and then, I slipped up with a super cute guy named Warren Parker. It was just a blow job, but Teddy's friend Pete saw me outside the boy's gym, along with the track and field team, so I was busted.

He did have this long skinny dick. Sigh. Then other guys, some of his friends. I was honest, I wanted to fuck other guys, before I settled down with him.

Teddy was going through some shit, deaths in his family, parents and a brother. I did feel a little shitty for a bit, but Eddie was before that, my bff's brother's pal. He was maybe five eight and one hundred and forty pounds. His dick was ginormous.

I didn't measure it. It WAS so big at the base my hands could not get around it and it was longer than the distance between my elbow and my hand. He fucked me over and over again one summer in my parent's basement. I was on the pill, but I was pregnant.

His mother paid for the abortion. My parents, George and Jean were in Asheville, North Carolina and still don't know.

Time went on of course and Teddy had entered the Navy. I had no clue. He had made a connection with my BFF, I mean who didn't? So they connected and fell in love and had great couple of years and they returned to Seattle and she got a job and started fucking her two bosses.

Then she got a better job in the Seattle School district and she had two black bosses and they both regularly started breeding her and that was that. Having a black baby, let alone twins put a damper on that marriage.

Teddy's on the road a lot, he works for a software company where the biggest, richest asshole used to work. He's been faithful as all get out. I have five kids. Katy, Joe, Patrick, Nick and Louise. Teddy's and mine are Katy (twelve) and Nick (six), Joe (ten) is Eddie's. Patrick (eight) and Louise (four) are Tom's, my boss.

Eddie is dark haired while Tom and Teddy both have reddish blonde hair. Everybody was ninety percent or more percentile in terms of their height. Joe was fifty five percentile. Teddy's older brother had dark hair, so whenever I had the chance I'd say "Joey looks just like your brother Billy, honey."

I went to work at Tom's firm, he's a lawyer and a partner, initially in their day care, my sister Anne was living with this older guy at Tom's firm, fifty five to her thirty five. She had a Porsche Carrera. He was a former NBA player, six foot nine or so. I wasn't sure if her divorce was final, but the house had been sold and it was his, predated what was her relationship with him. She's never married. We'd never had that dialogue. I don't really talk with other women much, sisters or not.

I DID have a therapist, a much older woman, grandmotherly Dr. Ruth-esque the conversations, given that she was primarily a sex therapist, began with discussions of my growing up and how I regarded or enjoyed being a mother.

The tilt in the dialogue got me to thinking about my responsibility to them in ways I'd not thought before. Whether they were trophies for me to show off to other women and devices I used to lure men into to plant their baby within me. This was a full on year of conversations with her and not really something I was comfortable with, I mean, WTF I am what I am, wasn't Olive Oil a slut for Popeye and she wanted Brutus or Bluto too. A double penetration moment for sure.

She said in our last meeting, "Looking in a mirror and seeing a narcissist is painful, surely. You shouldn't have more kids, or get your tubes tied."

I asked her, "Have you been laid in this century?"

I sure told her. Teddy had left maybe four weeks, five or six I can't remember for sure ago on this city to city tour, where developers were shown new AI set of development tools. Speeches and demos in front of ten thousand people. I had watched, like he was doing standup, but not like fucking Tony Robbins or Billy Mays, he was funny, I tried to get him to go to a local comedy club in Seattle's Pioneer Square. He looked at me the last time I brought it up and said, "It's weird, Bets, sometimes I don't think you know me at all."

Between Tom and Eddie I was getting nailed every day and sometimes with both of them. People at the firm called me Tom's work wife. I thought I would burn out on sex at some point. It was the opposite, the smell of a man's crotch, made me weak in the knees, I craved Tom's dick in my mouth, the taste of his cum was intoxicating, he is a big man and when he is in me and honestly fucking me in the missionary position, I thrash about as I cum and cum.

Then Eddie would show up and he'd fuck me silly. No love, their just dick. Teddy and the kids would watch old Leave It To Beaver shows on the second rate streaming services and whenever Eddie Haskell comes on the kids would scream "Eddie"!!

All the kids thought Teddy was their dad and he was the best. He'd talk to them every day, here or on the road. Just thinking about it I realized that except for a few random texts in the last three weeks, I'd not heard from him and most importantly, not called him.

I'm not really much for introspection, on my work computer I have everyone's birthday and Teddy's was three weeks ago, wait I looked at the Google Calendar app and it was four months ago, I was with Tom at a client's dinner and got home late, Tom settled for a blow job and Teddy was watching Sport's Center on ESPN and the Mariner's had come from behind for a win and I waved at him and went upstairs and brushed my teeth and put on some old sweatpants and a Creedence Clearwater Revival tee shirt citing Ramble Tamble Teddy's favorite song of theirs.

I came downstairs and he was asleep, his reading glasses on his nose and the remote next to his hand. I turned off the television and took his shoes off and pulled his feet up on the couch and covered him up with a comforter.

I never said anything to him. That day or the next day, it's been months now. His grandmother Hazel must have done something for him. I felt shame and nauseous.

He didn't even get mad, or perhaps he wasn't going to beg me for love nor sex. He was a proud, strong man. So the question was I was not really his sexual partner, he was a distant third at best, what was I to do about this crisis?

Tom had been married twice and was in his fifties and his current wife would skin him and probably me alive. Fucking Eddie, why on earth did I let this happen, he was johnny fucking sperm-seed, he had kids with at least five other women besides me.

We have a woman that cooks and keeps her eye's on the kids Isabella, she's from Honduras, is married with kids, has a green card, the kids love her and she's an incredible cook and she's more a functional mom than I am. Her three daughters come over and cook and play with the kids, they're a bit older, high school and college age. The house is full of laughter.

I texted Tom and said, I had some family stuff to take care of tomorrow. We were leaving with a business development group on a trip to Yakima, Spokane, Boise, Bend in that order. Looking for clients as well as maybe some small firms to buy, law firms that is. The trip began on a flyout Sunday morning to Yakima and it would take two full weeks, I should be home two weeks from tomorrow.

I took an Ambien and went to sleep.

It was Friday morning and the smell of Baleadas (tacos) and corn cakes and fried plantains and coffee got me rolling, quick shower, yoga pants and a sports bra and a wife beater.

Katy would be thirteen in a few weeks and she's tough. I asked her to hang around and I wanted to chat about stuff after I finished some plantains and corn cakes.

We had a nice den/office that overlooked our back yard and we sat down and Katy said, "What's this all about, you have not talked to me since last Thanksgiving when you called and said you were stuck in San Jose and would not be home until Friday."

"No, "I said, "We talked at Easter."

"Sure, she said, "You were in Chicago with your boss, the big snow! Remember?"

"Have you talked to your dad?"

"Last night, why?"

"Between his and my trips we've just not connected. Did he have anything to say?"

"Please be specific, "she said.

"When will he be home?"

"Umm, well he's getting settled in a new home in London and I can show you some pictures."

"How can that be, he's on the tour, city to city."

"No, you're confused that was in May, It's the start of August and he got promoted and is opening a new London headquarters. We're going over as is Isabella and grammie Hazel."

I started to cry and she said, "Stop that, you're trying to manipulate me. We all saw you coming out of the Marqueen Hotel at the bottom of the counterbalance with your boss Tom. We were going to the Cheesecake Factory, you're such a ho."

"The fucking paternity tests, really we have three different bio-dads. Eddie for fuck's sake. Poor Joe. Seriously, who haven't you fucked?"

"Does your father, have someone?"

"Nope just five kids and Isabella's."

"I'm really hoping she's the one."

"Dad said you're bat shit crazy, in the first drawer on the right of the desk drawer are the divorce papers. Plus copies of the child support stuff for Eddie and Tom, that they received. Dad thinks he'll get Eddie's company plus a huge check from Tom's law firm and from Tom too."

"Dad's aware that you're pregnant again and with twins this time. He's wondering if it happened when Eddie and Tom were in your hoohah at the same time. He says it's rare but possible.

"So your dad, " I paused, "he doesn't love me any more does he, " I looked at the floor, shame and despair filling me.

"Mom, look at me, " I looked at her, "How could he? He thinks you need to see a doctor for the sake of the babies about STDs, he said he's clean, but Eddie you know. You can stay here for the rest of your life, or until you remarry. You have an allowance of four thousand dollars a month, deposited in the new account he opened for you, which is in the same drawer. It comes with a credit card too. It will be paid for with the allowance, and or get a job. Tom's law firm has promised you a good reference. But, he suggests that you wait until the kids are in school. Neither Eddie nor Tom want any visitation for any of their kids. Both Eddie and Tom have back years for child support which will come into your account."

"Three guys in your life and you picked the two losers."

End