"I Screwed Up!"
I most humbly apologize... Evidently I'm not bright enough to keep up with Roman Numerals. The last chapter, "My Uncle the Ass Hole" should have been chapter 17 or XVII and not 16 XVI.
I'll make the correction here and start afresh with Chapter 18 or RN -- XVIII. Once again, I beg your indulgence. You the reading public deserve better and I wish I could promise no more screw-ups but I know me enough not to make that kind of piecrust promise. ( just hillbilly words for things that are easy and fast to make and break )
Hope you enjoy my attempt to entertain.
Chapter XVIII - Getting Advise from Step-Mom
"You know, the things you and Walt are doing can't continue," Kate flatly stated.
"I don't understand why not. We aren't hurting anyone. I love Walt, it's not like we're brother and sister and I think Walt loves me," Kelly quickly shot back.
"It looks like he does have a great deal of love for you. The two of you don't date anyone else. You haven't experienced life and love with anyone but each other. That's part of my point. Not to mention that I am scared to death that you are going to get yourself pregnant. It's not easy. Trust my word as a woman that brought up a son totally on her own, at least until I met your Dad. Now he was the best.
"Mom, even if the worst thing did happen, you and I both know that Walt would stick by me."
With a bit of anger in her voice, Kate replied. "You don't know that. Walt's father died without ever knowing that I was pregnant and he had a son. Things beyond our control happen Kelly."
"So, you want me to run my life on the possibility that bad things happen?", there was a touch of anger in Kelly's voice. "I'm going to be blunt, vulgar and honest. Right now my body is crying out, yearning to feel Walt sliding in and out of me. I have an itch inside my vagina that only he can scratch. I'm thinking that you had that same feeling with my Dad. I heard the two of you going at it often enough."
"Kelly!" She said in a shocked voice, "Your Dad and I made beautiful love we never screamed or yelled loud enough to be heard outside our bedroom."
"YAH; does this sound familiar. "Bob slam it into me. Fuck me harder, yes harder Bob. Yes Bob Yes. And I never had my ear up to your door. The heat duct carried the sound."
Kate became a little red faced. "Yes, your dad was an excellent lover."
"So is your son."
Chapter XIX - From a Compulsion to Desire.
April was surprised while feeling and watching Walt fuck her titties, she was a bit shocked when he began firing off spurts of cum in every direction after such a short time, but then, she had a small quick orgasm from the feeling of his, magic cock, as she now thought of it.
April wasn't yet satisfied. She wanted to feel hot cum hit and run down her big tits and by God, he was going to give it to her.
She took his softening shaft in her mouth, ran her tongue over the head and felt life start to return to his cock as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down, as she thought, "If his cock could cause her to have an orgasm while fucking her tits, what kind could she expect with it in her pussy. This kid was magic. He had made her cum so hard just by looking into her eyes that she squirted. Now I have the urge to fuck him the old fashion way."
His cock began to soften even as April was still stroking it and directing each cum shot at her tits. He was thinking that titty fucking felt good, but not as good as Kelly's mouth or her ass and especially not as good as Kelly's incredible pussy. The thought of the smooth warmth of Kelly's pussy, made his cock twitch again.
"Don't go away honey. I'll clean you off," And April licked his shaft and again put the head in her mouth and began to suck and slide him deeper, down into her throat. The softening of his cock stopped and a fresh supply of blood was being pumped into it.
Pulling back and completely off his cock she gagged a little and in a raspy voice said, "Oh honey, it looks like you're ready for round three. You are a healthy boy, now just lay back and let April do all the work."
He laid back on the floor. "That's good," she said as she straddled him and nudged his hard cock into position and started pumping, all the way down to the base with the slapping sound of her ass hitting his belly, then up to the tip.
"Jesus, April, it feels so good in you. I know I'm going to cum hard again." Less than a minute later, "Oh; April, I'm going to cum, I need to pull out before I do."
"Oh no baby, shoot all your cum in me, I can't get pregnant."
That was a new and wonderful experience. April kept pumping and for the first time I climaxed while deep in a hot pussy. It made cumming in an ass seem like a cheap imitation. It flashed thru my mind that this experience could make it more difficult for me to force myself to pull out of Kelly when I needed to. That could be a big problem.
April squatted on my belly, with me buried all the way into her and as I was shooting my load into her, she leaned forward and our eyes meet and held, and it happened again. She orgasmed and started to squirt, splashing up my chest and over my face. She was thrashing on my dick, her pussy convulsing around my cock and I started to thrust my hips into her as more cum was shot with more pressure than I had experienced before.
We both had a sheen of sweat coating us only some of the moisture on me was from April's squirting.
"Oh My God! You, my young stud, know how to show a girl a good time. I feel ten time stronger than the last time you did that to me. I think your dick in my pussy, works better than just your hands on my face. I feel like I could do anything, anything at all."
I was still a little worried, "You are sure you can't get pregnant?"
"Yes honey. Sid and I have tried. Turns out I have cysts blocking my ovaries and an operation to remove them is too expensive. So, if your sperm can get thru and knock me up, I'd be happy. Just fill me full of that stuff."
"April, I have an idea. You want to get pregnant, but can't until you have an operation, that you can't afford. What if we did something that could solve that problem?"
"I know what you are thinking honey, but we spent more than half a day on the slots and even though three thousand dollars is a nice chunk of money, it would takes weeks to make the kind of money that I need."
"You my sweet aunt are thinking too small. I had this idea when we were in the casinos and I noticed the Roulette tables, some said $25.00 minimum bets. I know how we could make a lot of money in one night."
"If I weren't feeling invincible, I'd have my doubts. Let me call the hospital and see how Sid is doing. Then, you and I are off to make our fortunes."
Uncle, or Sir Sid, was being held overnight for observations but would most likely be released late in the morning. I didn't look forward to our next meeting. I had my doubts that he would forgive and forget.
April drove to a casino on Freemont Street, called the "Golden Nugget". Nice enough, but after seeing Caeser's, you could tell that this was more of a locals place, nice enough, but not upper crust.
On the way there, I explained my thoughts, theories and how to ideas to April, who had no problem excepting all that I was saying.
We both watched the table for 6 spins, then put our heads together and determined that when the dealer let the ball fly, it consistently landed on one of four number slots that were directly under his hand at the precise time he let the ball go.
April stepped to the table, with me close enough behind her that I was rubbing my crotch up against her ass.
She put ten, one hundred dollar bills on the table, no one even blinked as the dealer pushed a small stack of forty chips to where she was standing.
April was doing the exact same thing as me. We slowed our time perception down to where the wheel was slowly moving and watched the numbers under the dealers hand.
2 -- 14 -- 35 -- 23
April, slowly place 1 chip in each one of those numbers. Her last chip hitting the table just prior to the dealer calling a stop on the placements of bets. The ball neatly settled in the number 2 pocket.
"Two pays," exclaimed the dealer as he pushed thirty five chips in the square and gathered all the other chips off the board.
April couldn't contain herself as she bounced up and down and then, realized that the dealer was about to drop the ball into the wheel and quickly swept her winnings into her little spot at the table. She wisely, did not place a bet on the next spin.
Thirty five chips, worth twenty five dollars each was a nice return on a bet of one hundred dollars.
On the next spin, April was ready and dropped chips on 5 -- 17 -- 23 and 20. Two seconds later the ball bounced and plopped into the 20 spot. Once again April swept her winnings over to her increasing pile.
April had control over herself now and settled into a rhythm.
"The lucky lady wins again.",spouted the dealer, and other players were beginning to notice and started copying her bets.
Two spins later a new dealer was at the table and though both April and I watched, the pattern had changed and we lost, on both of the next two spins. That was when I noticed the numbers that were hitting were from just behind her hand.
I should have known better, but I leaned forward and whispered into April's ear, "Pick the three numbers just behind her hand."
April did exactly that, placing chips at double o, 27 and 10. Double zero was the winner another thirty five chips. April now had a large pile and the dealer replaced half of them with fifty dollar chips.
That move must have made April feel bold. On the next spin, she put two of the fifty dollar chips on each of numbers 18, 19 and 31. As expected the ball settled in the pocket of number 19 and as the dealer pushed 35 one hundred dollar chips to the square April played, a man in a business suit calmly moved past me, and as April finished with her bets, he put a hand on April's shoulder and whispered in her ear. As the dealer called the winning number and pushed 70 one hundred dollar chips to the last of April's bets. The guy in the suit told the dealer to take care of her winnings then stepped back.
April was in no rush and tossed the dealer 2 black chips and thanked her as she took my hand, slowly turned and we followed the suit, as he walked to the elevator.
"What?" I asked as we followed.
"He is Casino Management and requests that we attend him in his office for a discussion over our sudden winnings."
He was silent during the walk, until we came to his office. "Please enter and have a seat," motioning to the chairs in front of his desk.
"Why are we here," I asked in only a slightly demanding tone.
"Young man, I assume you are under twenty one years of age, correct."
"Well, Yes."
"My business is with your? Mother, Sister, Aunt?"
"I'm his Aunt," April spoke up. "He is here on vacation and I was taking him to see the sights."
"And... Those sights included gambling?"
This guy didn't intimidate April one tiny bit.
"Yes. After all, this is Las Vegas. If he were older, I'd be taking him to titty bars."
"What about your winning streak?"
"That was unexpected, but fun. Talking about my winnings?"
