Chapter 1- Old Dog, Old Tricks
If Mildred could see me now, she would be rolling in her grave. My name is Oscar. Oscar Wildman. And, true to my name I was a wild man back in my heyday. I met my wife in high school. I didn't know it then, but, still, that's when I met her. I was a junior and she was, can you believe this, only in the sixth grade! A five-year age gap. It doesn't mean anything when you're forty-eight and forty-three. However, when you're seventeen and twelve it suddenly means a world of difference. Of course, our great romance didn't start until she was sixteen and I was twenty-one.
Were we sexually active? Well, all I'll say is a gentleman never kisses, and tells. What I will say is that we got married the week after she graduated high school, and our marriage lasted twenty-seven years until she died three years ago of cancer.
I miss her dearly.
Mildred. My beloved Mildred is survived by me, and our five sons. Indeed, nine months after we were married Mildred gave birth to my oldest son, Carl. Three years later she gave me Wyatt. Three years after that she gave me Franklin. And two years after that she gave me two sons, Jasper and Holiday.
I love my sons dearly, but, Mildred and God as my witnesses, I have always wanted daughters and I didn't even get one!
Mildred and I raised our boys well though. We did the very best we could. They are all hard workers, and as far as I know, they are all relatively good men. However, they do have a few major failings, and one of them is that all of them are obsessed with gaming. Now, I am not saying that recreation and entertainment are bad. However, they take it to the point where they are neglecting all their domestic duties. Things they could help me out with since they're living here in my house rent-free. They don't associate with anyone, except their mother when she was alive. And most grievous of all, they completely neglect their wives and girlfriends. Other than that, if they have any other major flaws, then those are ones only their wives and girlfriends know about, not me.
It's a shame too, because all five of them have amazing women. Every one of those young women somehow reminds me, in some strange way I can't quite put my finger on, of my beloved Mildred. And yet, my five doofus sons come home every day from work, march down to the basement, plop their behinds in chairs or on a couch, and game while also watching whatever sporting event is on from three to four in the afternoon until twelve to three the next morning.
How could I possibly know this, you might be wondering? Well, that would be because they are all living with me. All five boys, along with their wives or girlfriends.
Carl and Jenny were the first to move back home. At the time he was twenty-five and she was twenty. They had already been married for two years by then. They had a home and all the toys, which included every gaming console ever made. And, they were just about to the point where Jennifer felt they were ready for her to start trying for a baby when the economy tanked.
Wyatt and Bridget were the second to come home. At the time he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one. They were also married for two years when the economy tanked. They were renting an apartment at the time, and like his older brother, Wyatt had every gaming console ever made.
Unfortunately, those consoles and games didn't help them when their mortgage and rent skyrocketed. Those games didn't help when food prices, gas prices, utilities quadrupled, and more. Those games and consoles didn't help at all when they could no longer afford--anything!
Franklin avoided moving back home simply by being nineteen and the fact that he was still living at home while he was going to a trade school. Then, one day after his brothers moved back with their wives, he came home with Heather who was seventeen at the time. He didn't say much to anyone else but he did talk to his mother about it, and then Mildred talked to me. What I was told was that he was rescuing her from an abusive stepdad. To everyone else, she was simply his girlfriend and moved into his room with him.
Jasper and Holiday didn't even have a chance to move out before the economy crashed. They were seventeen and still in high school. Still, after watching Franklin bring his girlfriend home, they decided that they could bring theirs home as well. Of course, there was a string of girlfriends. A short string thankfully before they finally found two girlfriends who stayed despite being ignored most of the time. Charlotte and Kelly.
They moved in two years ago. A year after Mildred passed away. Jasper and Holiday were twenty while Charlotte was seventeen and Kelly was sixteen. I'm not sure how it works between those four since Jasper and Holiday have always shared a room, but I imagine it is cramped.
Now, I must say, Mildred and I cautioned the boys about living in debt, however, they didn't listen. They never listen. So, when the economy tanked they lost their toys and then their homes, and then their credit scores. With nowhere to go Carl and Wyatt called Mildred and begged to come home just to lick their wounds and save up some money and pay off some debts. That was five years ago. Thankfully, none of my sons and their wives and girlfriends had any children at that time. I guess it was good, in a way, since they had two years with Mildred they otherwise probably wouldn't have had, and in those last two years Jennifer, Bridget, and Heather really helped me out a lot with caring for Mildred. I couldn't have done it without them.
After Mildred's death, a lot of things changed and nothing has changed. The boys spend more time than ever gaming. Her death didn't spark any epiphanies that life was short and every moment should be meaningful to them and the ones they love and to those who love them. No. Well, actually, yes they did have an epiphany of sorts. It just wasn't one any of us outside their little gaming circle hoped for.
They barely bathe. The basement smells like something died in it. They go to work, but that's all they do. They don't try to connect with their wives and they certainly don't try to connect with me. That leaves Jenny, Bridget, Heather, Charlotte, and Kelly very very alone most times. Sure the ladies have each other for company, but come on, they got married or have boyfriends for a reason, you know?
I, on the other hand, spend a lot of time keeping the property maintained which is about a hundred acres that my grandfather owned, and his father before him. I make a tidy side profit by cutting and baling hay for the local cattle and horse farms. When I'm not doing that, then I am tending the gardens. And when I'm not baling hay or tending the gardens, I'm out in the barn working on my truck or my tractor. And, of course, I'm fifty-three so I'm nowhere near retirement age so I also still have work full time. Man! I wish Mildred was still here with me!
"Good evening Daddy!" Kelly purred as she came into the barn, held the door open for Charlie, and then closed the door softly behind her before following Charlie into the barn.
Charlie was holding a tray with a napkin to cover the food. Beneath the napkin was a lunch prepared by Jennifer. Something grand by the smell of it, and it was making my mouth water already.
"How's the tractor Daddy?" Charlie asked as she set the tray down and walked over to look at the tractor with interest.
The boys call me 'dad' and used to call Mildred 'mom'. That was always expected and encouraged. So, it was strange at first, but welcome, when, by extension of their relationship with our boys, Jennifer, Bridget, Heather, Charlie, and Kelly started calling me 'dad' or 'daddy' and Mildred 'mom'.
"Yeah, he's an old beast of burden but he still knows how to plow the old girl's garden," I replied naughtily as I gave the old tractor a loving pat, "You just got to know how to treat him. You see, like men, he needs regular servicing, and if you keep him well lubed and serviced, well, he'll just keep going and coming and coming and coming..."
Charlie and Kelly laughed and I had to chuckle as well. These two made me feel so young again. Actually, they all do. There was an old bench nearby so I gestured to it and the girls led the way and sat down on either side leaving the middle for me. I sat down, and both girls sidled up to me until their hips were pressed against mine.
Charlie was sitting on my right. Of the five women, girls really, she is the tomboy. She's nineteen now. She's a beautiful, pixieish girl with sharp features and a turned-up nose. Sometimes, I call her Tinkerbell because she has thick, wildly curly, strawberry blonde hair cut extremely short on the sides and left long on top in a pompadour, and she also has what some describe as a slim/thick body. She's short in stature, standing only 5 feet tall, and has slim shoulders. She has a slim 30-inch chest with A-cup breasts. She has a 26-inch waist, usually, before flaring out to broad 38-inch hips that are 2 inches broader than her shoulders on each side, and with a big, round, bubble butt that makes up the bulk of her hip measurement. Her thighs are thickly muscled and padded lightly with thick skin and a layer of dense, smooth fat. She has thick knees, muscular calves, thick ankles, and small feet with perfect toes. My son, Jasper, is indeed a lucky man. Not that he appreciates Charlie at all of course.
Kelly was sitting on my left side, and of the five women, she was the plumpest. She is also the most shy. She and Charlie are usually always together, and she usually always lets Charlie take the lead even though she is much taller and thicker. Kelly stands about 5 foot 11 inches tall. She is broad-shouldered with well-padded and muscular biceps. Her forearms slim out her arms and she has very feminine, long, slim-bone hands. She has a 38-inch underbust measurement and very very ample N-cup breasts that sag more than halfway to her navel. (N-cup US measurements, Double-J cup UK measurements.) In comparison to her breasts, her, usually, thick 32-inch waist appears very very slim before sweeping out to her very generous 52-inch hips that, like Charlie, are broader than her shoulders with a big round butt that makes up the bulk of her measurement. When combined with her exotically broad and thick hip measurements, Kelly mistakenly appears to be more than plump. Most people apparently think she is very fat, but that is not the case at all.
Kelly's big round ass cheeks do however make Charlie's big round ass cheeks seem petite in comparison, and yet, Kelly was extremely beautiful and wonderfully feminine. She has, of course, the thick thighs, knees, calves, and ankles that commonly come with a woman of her generous proportions. And then, to crown her beauty in glory she has the longest, thickest, hair that flows down her back and around her shoulders like rivers of liquid gold that is only heightened and complemented more so by almond-shaped eyes the color of bright blue turquoise framed by golden eyelashes and eyebrows. She has a beautiful heart-shaped face with prominent cheekbones, a slim square jaw, and the fullest, pouty lips a man could ever wish to kiss. My son, Holiday, is another very lucky young man, not that he knows or appreciates that.
"May I?" I asked both Charlie and Kelly with a look at their very round seven-month pregnant bellies.
Both girls, like most of the ladies here, had taken up my late wife's custom of wearing light linen day gowns with nothing underneath when in the house and around the property. The result is, that any time the sun is behind them in a dim area, like the barn, their magnificently supple bodies are silhouetted. Other than that, they wore either boots or slippers when out in the yard. However, most of the time, they are all just barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant!
"Of course Daddy!" Kelly giggled.
Kelly is the youngest of the five. Eighteen as of nine months ago. Holiday started dating her three years ago, and moved her into his room pretty quickly. She was fifteen then.
"You know you never have to ask," Charlie chuckled as she gave me a sitting hip bump before leaning against me.
Charlotte is the second youngest of the five, and a year older than Kelly. Apparently, the two girls know each other and were friends from school, and know Jasper and Holiday from there as well. Jasper started dating Charlotte first, and Holiday started dating Kelly sometime later, officially. At that time, Charlotte was fifteen and Kelly was fourteen.
I grinned lovingly at the two girls as I placed my hands on their bellies and felt the babies inside squirm and kick.
