All persons in this story are of legal age. No sexual detail involves any persons under the legal age.
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We were back at the restaurant, a private room and a table set for eight; Carol, Ruth, Mum, Valerie, Roberta, Robert, Rupert and I. Things were a little tense but Roberta and Rupert helped ease things. Drinks helped. Mum declined, driver and pregnant. Rupert only had the one. Nobody argued.
I felt it was up to me to break the ice a little.
"Would you object strongly if I gave you a great big hug?" I asked boldly, "It's just that I think you are the mystery woman I've heard about for most of my life and a hug would be very nice after all this time."
"I am? You have? How? Why?" she replied in surprise, "but on the other hand I've never turned down the offer of a hug, or anything else for that matter, from a handsome young man. Hug me first and then convince me why I should succumb to your charms."
Taking her into my arms I hugged her close and nuzzled her neck affectionately.
She groaned delightedly.
"Is that how you got into my Granddaughter's knickers this morning?" she asked seductively.
"She wasn't wearing any," I murmured in her ear before nibbling on the lobe.
"Don't blame her! You don't waste much time do you? What with your Mum, Nan and my Grandchildren here an' all?" she chuckled, "not to mention my Son."
"'s Okay, we're all family and family can hug and cuddle and do things together, can't they?" I suggested.
Valerie looked deep into my eyes. Hers sparkled with delight or maybe mischief.
"Can they?" she asked with a smile, "so what makes you think we are all family?"
"I'm thinking you are the Valerie that lived with Mrs. Rose Marples in Oak Tree Cottage, back in the '40's early '50's?"
There was a look of total shock on her face. It melted to a look of worry which faded into a gentle smile.
"Yes, that was me," she admitted quietly, Rose was my Mother."
Taking her hand I led her towards one of the big easy chairs.
"Sit on my lap, we need a great big cuddle." I said with a smile.
Valerie turned and looked at the whole gathering.
"I think I've just been pulled!" she announced delightedly, "by the young buck that fucked my Granddaughter only this morning," she plonked herself down on my lap and threw her arms around my neck, "It's nice to know I'm not passed it yet but with all these beautiful women in the room, why me?"
"I'm pretty sure you and I are related and I like to cuddle my relation's when I can."
Roberta snorted back a laugh but said nothing. I'd explained everything to her as I drove her home but asked her not to say anything to anyone for the time being.
"So not an original chat up line then? Pity," she said sadly with a giggle, "how do you make that out then?"
"Very personal bit, did Bob Martins make you pregnant? Did you run away the night you told him you were pregnant?"
She looked at me, stunned into silence. Nobody in the room said a word no one even moved. We waited. There were tears welling in her eyes when she looked at me.
"Yes, he did. I did and it was the very worst thing I have ever done in my life, running away!" she sobbed into my chest.
Everyone remained silent until she lifted her head and wiped her eyes.
"How does that make me your relative?" she asked.
Mum came over and held out her hand to Valerie.
"I'm Karen, Bob Martins made me pregnant, with my blessing I might add. Martin is his son. "
Ruth approached.
"Bob Martins made me pregnant, I virtually insisted on it, Karen is his Daughter," she said putting her arm around Mum's shoulders, so you two are at least half sister's.
Carol walked up quietly.
"Bob Martins also made me pregnant," she said, "our children could not be with us this evening. Bob Martins is also my Granddaughter's Father. Are you willing to tell us why you ran away when Bob said that he wanted to marry you?"
Valerie was silent for a long time. Nobody hurried her. It had to be her decision...
"I was..."
As she began the waiter entered the room advising us that dinner would be served directly and would we care to take our seats.
"Mind if I tell you after we've eaten and I've had a few drinks?" she asked with a big, friendly smile.
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Valerie's Story
"Probably best if I start right at the beginning, then the hows and the whys of me getting into Bob's little white roadster without any qualms, might make sense;
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The war was coming to an end, a bad time for me, not that I think it should have gone on any longer, you understand? I was looking for work then the war ended. There was no work for unskilled women at that time. The menfolk were coming home. Nobody wanted to waste time training a woman when an experienced man might walk through the door the following day. Office jobs were already being done by women who had been doing them throughout the war. My Mum, Rose had a regular job and was able to support us both but it wasn't easy.
I was walking through the park on the way home after another day spent looking for work. There were loads of GI's in our area waiting to be demobilised. This GI walked up to me and offered me a cigarette. Ciggies were hard to come by in those days! I accepted. It made me cough.
"Too strong?" asked the man as we wandered through the park side by side. I had somewhere to go, home. He was just wandering.
"I could get used to them," I told him, knowing that a packet of fags was worth money.
"Walk with me a while?" he suggested, so we walked.
I headed us towards the trees, it was the way home, while I got used to the Lucky he had given me. Just inside the little wood he stopped.
"Getting used to it, now?"
"Yeah! It's quite nice," I agreed.
"Stroke my cock and I'll give you a new, fresh pack. OK?"
I thought about it for less than a couple of seconds. A whole packet of fags for my Mum? "OK," I told him, "you'll have to show me what to do."
He got his cock out and pointed it straight at me. It was big and hard. He put my hand on it and told me to hold it like I was holding a baseball bat. It didn't help, not knowing what a baseball bat was much less how to hold one. He showed me. I copied him. Took a firm grip and stroked just like he told me. It felt great. His cock was growing and I was enjoying the feeling of playing with it. He was liking it too going by the words he was saying and the way he was breathing.
Suddenly he told me to stop. To take my hand off and let him rest a moment or two. He said it was called edging. His cock went a bit softer but then he told me to start again, just like before. Twice more he stopped me and by then I was loving it. Loved the feel of his cock getting hard by my touch. Loved the look of agony on his face just before he stopped me. This grown man, soldier who had been to war and probably killed people was like putty in my hands.
After the third stop he closed his eyes, breathed deeply and fished in his pocket. He pulled out the Zippo.
"Use you mouth and suck my cock and I'll give you this Zippo. It'll light your Lucky's for the rest of your life! It will always work!"
So I got on my knees and sucked and stroked his cock. He made a lot of noise, really enjoying it. I could tell he was getting to the point where he had previously told me to stop. I went just a tiny bit further then edged him again. He groaned really loud and looked down at me. I just smiled up at him and licked the top of his cock and waited. By the time he reached the third time with my mouth he was way out of control. Telling me I was the best fucking cock-sucker he'd every known and if he died then he'd die a happy man. He didn't die. He came, spunked in my mouth and I instinctively swallowed it all. It felt good. Very good. My first time smoking a fag, my first time stroking a cock, my first time sucking a cock, first time I'd pleased a man, everything! I was a woman!
When we'd finished and I'd put his nice cock back in his pants he said;
"You suck cock real good, young lady. Same again tomorrow? Same time, same place?"
I liked that. I was pleased with myself. To be told that I 'sucked cock real good!' on my first time made me feel real good too.
"What time is it?" I asked him as he was tucking his shirt in.
"You ain't got no watch?" he asked in surprise looking at his own watch, "fourteen hundred hours! Two o'clock," he paused, "the hell with it!" he exclaimed.
He took off his watch.
"Here," he said, passing me the watch, "present from Uncle Sam for special cock-sucking services. Y'all look after it now. That's a Bulova A-11, The watch that won the war! Does hacking," he told me proudly. "Two o'clock tomorrow, here? OK?"
I smiled up at him. Patted his trousers where is cock was and told him, "Here, 2 o'clock, tomorrow!"
"Good girl!" he said smiling happily, "better wait 'til I'm outta sight before ya leave here, unnerstan'?"
"That doesn't matter." I told him, "I have to walk through the woods anyway. No one will see me."
"You walk through the woods? But that's outta town. Lemme see," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a grubby handkerchief and spread it on the ground at my feet.
"What's that?" I asked interestedly.
"It's a map of the region, so we don't get lost before we go home. Good ol' Uncle Sam, thinks of everything. So," he said turning the map this way and that. "We're here, you're going up that path, north, where d'ya go from there," he said pointing at the edge of the wood on the map.
"Across that field," I pointed, "to the road, here then up the road. That's my house about there!"
"My Jeep's about here," he indicated, "I'm gonna drive around here and up that road, straight passed your house to the base!"
"Yeah, I know. I see you and your mates driving up and down the road all day and most of the night. There's not many other vehicles in this area."
"OK, so why don't you walk to here," he pointed on the map, "it's a lot nearer and I'll pick you up and drive you home?"
"My mum will be home," I told him.