Kara and I walked side-by-side down the long stone stairs away from the Court House. We and done the same thing for quite a few weekdays; she had been staying with me in my big five bedroom house for two months since David's bail was revoked for drugs and alcohol. His big, young, strong body did not swagger as much when the judge handed down seven and a half to twenty for Murder II. He had stolen my car, my deceased wife's wedding rings and killed a woman while driving under the influence. That was his forth DUII. Even in the overcrowded jails of Texas, he would have to do at least five in hard time, if he is an angel twenty-four, seven. He'll probably continue to fight and have to do at least ten.
David is my second of three sons, a daughter followed as a surprise. He was the smartest, biggest and most handsome but he made me quit caring ten years ago when he was 18. He stole and scammed from a man who trusted him and gave him a job even with his bad juvenile record. I heard David boast one day, "The "idiot" should have known better." The other three kids had their acts together and had also given up on David years ago when he stole from them or scammed them time after time. He was so charming and convincing; he could get you more than once, as long as, you cared about him.
Late that night I went by the room that Kara was staying in. I could hear her crying, so I knocked.
"Come in, Jason."
"What's wrong Kara?"
"I don't want to unload on you. You have been through so much over the last year - your wife, David stealing her rings and your car and now him going to prison for a long time."
"You've been with him almost two years; you have been through at least as much. We have barely gotten to know each other but you have brightened up this big house. I have strong shoulders for an older guy, unload, and tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours."
"I did not quite finish high school when I ran away with David. My mom and dad disowned me; they are staunchly religious. I don't have any skills, I'm four months pregnant and I don't know what to do."
I had not known she was pregnant.
"When is the baby due and what is it going to be?"
"I don't know. We never went to a doctor; David just lifted one of those pregnancy tests at the drug store."
"Stay a while with me. We'll get you all checked out medically; you can talk to some counselors and you can take some time to decide what you want to do."
Kara flung her arms around me and hugged me tight. From the day we met, her body and pheromones attracted me even though I am two and a-half-times her age. I could feel her tears on my neck along with her hot breath. Her breasts heaving against my chest were not helping me maintain control.
It had been over a year since I had been with a woman. Helen and I had been an active naughty pair for thirty years. I missed the touch, the companionship, having someone to talk to, work with, care and be naughty with. My body began to respond to this thin, pretty woman with the outrageous pheromones. I struggled to push her away and I was awkward when I did.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Kara, you did not do anything wrong. I had better level with you before I become another problem for you."
"Level about what?"
"I am a playful, naughty, oral, usually dominant and sexual man. It has been a while for me. Your body definitely attracts me. You are beautiful and desirable. Please don't let that be a problem. I will behave very gentlemanly and won't come on to you or anything like that. Just know that your body turns me on."
"I'm not very experienced. Helen and I talked some. I really miss that. She told me about the things you two did and I read a lot of your porn stories. Compared to your stories and what Helen told me, David was a poor and selfish lover. He was drunk most of the time."
"That drinking curse runs on both sides of the family. I wish we could have helped David."
"He knew. He always did what he wanted. He wanted a lot but he did not want to work for it."
"A sense of entitlement and laziness are difficult traits to overcome."
Kara was dressed in a matching, pink shortie pajama set and was ready for bed. She seemed to be more relaxed now. I got up from sitting on her bedside and pulled her up with me. I turned down her covers and guided her to lie down. I still held the covers when I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. My right hand moved from beside her head, trailed between her breasts and cupped her rounding stomach.
"Are you going to keep the baby?"
"I haven't thought about that."
"There is plenty of time to decide. Relax now. Let yourself recover some. I'll cook your breakfast at seven, if you are up."
My hand rubbed her soft skin through her light panties. The touch was too friendly but she felt so very good. I covered her, went to the door, turned the light out and said, "Goodnight, sleep well and don't worry, everything is going to work out fine."
Kara did not answer but I hoped she felt safe and more secure.
At seven, Kara did come down for breakfast. The light matching robe to her sleep set did not hide much more than her pajamas did. Mornings are always difficult for me; men's hormones are the highest then. I often awoke to Helen's lips on my cock or her mounting my morning piss hard. After thirty years of practice, "He" just naturally responds in the morning.
Kara was bent over the kitchen table pouring her glass of juice when I set her breakfast in front of her. I caught the scent of her pussy and my dick quickly filled out my loose slacks. She was sitting when I put my breakfast on the table next to hers. She looked straight at the bulge in my pants but did not say anything.
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The next month was a flurry of activity. Kara was healthy and going to have a daughter. She was talking about putting the baby up for adoption and we had discussed her getting her GED and going to some kind of trade school. She was a delight around the house. She pitched right in on every task. We cooked together, cleaned together, worked in the yard together and painted a room together. We had not talked about her staying a long time but I let her chose the paint colors, purchase furniture and decorating items for what was becoming her room. David must not have allowed her much freedom and they had not had much money for anything except his drugs and booze. Kara blossomed and was happy, having her own little car, some spending money and never being told what she had to do, where she had to go or when she had to be home. When she left, she always said things like, "I'll be home by six for dinner." – or, "Can I bring Chinese tonight?" – or, "How does Taco Salad sound tonight? I'll bring all the ingredients and we'll eat about seven."
Neither of us were heavy drinkers but we started drinking a glass or two of cheap white wine with our meal or later in my den by the fire. One night, we were running very late, she was very tired; she had been to the OBGYN doctor. She was in the tub. I called through the bathroom door and I asked her to tell me all about her appointment over a cheese, cracker and fruit plate in the den.
