Chapter Seven
"Good," he said. "Now, for God's sake, get my mother cleaned up. She's in for a big day. I'll get things ready."
I laughed softly, went to Stephanie, helped her to stand, and walked her into the bathroom.
I took her into the shower and cleaned her up. I scrubbed her face, shampooed her hair, and then did her body.
When I had her dry we walked into the bedroom where mom was waiting.
"I'll take over now," she said and sat Stephanie at a little makeup desk.
"Shoo," she said, giggling as I stood watching so I threw on my jeans and went into the front room.
Greg was sitting on the couch, watching the news on Fox. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on the other end of the couch.
"Are you sure you're okay with all of this?" he asked, muting the TV.
"I'm overwhelmed," I said, "but yes, I'm pretty sure I'm okay with it all."
"Good," he said, "because, Dave, I'm deadly serious here. I INTEND," and the way he said it made the emphasis clear, "to be President of the United States someday, and I need the smartest guy I know," he flashed that grin that might get him to the Oval Office, "to both advise me and remind me."
"Remind you?" I said.
He laughed and said, "yeah, remind me. I read a book once, I don't remember what it was, but one of the main characters was the President. He had a guy that was part of the group that greeted him every morning. Everybody else would say 'Good morning Mister President,' but that guy would say, 'Good Morning you Sonofabitch.' When someone asked the President about that, he said he needed someone to remind him he was only President, not King or God."
I laughed.
"So you need me to call you a sonofabitch?" I asked, taking a sip of the coffee.
"No," he said, "but I will definitely need someone to say 'get your head out of your ass' when I've managed a full cranial insertion."
I laughed again, this time snorting coffee.
"You do know I'm just entering my Junior year in college," I said.
"Yeah," he said, grinning, "but it's not like we'll be moving to DC for a while. Hell, man, first I've got to get myself elected to the Colorado Senate and that isn't a slam dunk."
"Welllllllll," I said, "I'll do what I can you sonofabitch."
This time he was the one laughing and snorting coffee.
"You're serious about all of this? The marriage? The big house? The sleeping arrangements?" I asked.
"Oh hell yes," he said. "Look, I didn't exactly plan this with mom and I damn sure didn't with MaryLou, but I discovered something. It don't wear out and you CAN love more than one person at once."
I started to say something but he held up his hand, a sly grin this time.
"Annddd," he said, dragging out the word, "we'll both have a built-in variety pack."
Which made me laugh.
"So I'm to be the consigliere to your Godfather?" I asked.
I could see him thinking about that before he said, "you know, we ARE talking about politics. That's a VERY apt description. So we'll support you through school but you BETTER get good grades. Trust me, my mom's spankings hurt and I'm putting her in charge of making sure you are a GOOD student."
I laughed again and said, "empty threat. I've been looking forward to getting back to school for four years."
"What's so funny?" mom asked and when I looked over she was walking hand in hand with Stephanie and she had done a spectacular job with her. Her hair was done up, not full-blown country singer big hair but nicely curled and framing her pretty face. Her face was perfect, the makeup highlighting the color of her eyes. Her lips were bright scarlet, her eyelids a bright teal blue.
When she saw me staring she giggled and did a quick turn and I realized that the shapeless housedress she had on was really a hospital gown, tied at the back. The size of her, from the soft rolls of her back to her big ass, heavy thighs, and cellulite dimples was something I found sexy.
"Greg was threatening me with Stephanie's spankings if my grades fell off," I said.
"Oh goody," mom said, "can I watch."
And I laughed again.
Greg stood and went to the fancy satchel I had noticed him carrying earlier. He opened it up and came out with a small wallet, a zippered folder in black leather. When he opened it I saw a hypodermic syringe and fresh needles in their little sterile clear plastic packages, and a half dozen small pill bottles.
"Okay," he said, the perfect jovial politician about to deliver a speech or kiss a baby, "let's get this party started."
He crooked his finger beckoning Stephanie and she went to him. It seemed to me she had a bounce in her step. I almost expected her to skip a little.
"Ass out," he said and she bent and put her hands on the coffee table. The hospital gown fell open and her big ass was on display, her belly hanging low.
He turned to me and said, almost conversationally, as he stuck the needle into her ass and pushed the plunger home, "this is prostaglandin, a hormone that will get her started, get her cervix dilating. You know, get things moving in the right direction." That last was said with a casual chuckle in his voice.
"This," he said, handing her a little white pill, "is plain old Ecstasy to make sure she gets the most sensation from the experience."
She took the pill and smiled dreamily.
"This," he said, handing her a big clear capsule full of some tan colored powder, "is a big overdose of prolactin to get these flowing," and he squeezed her right breast, making a wet spot where her nipple expressed milk, "even more than they are now."
She squirmed a little.
"This," he said, handing her a blue, diamond-shaped pill, "is Viagra. Her nipples, clitoris, areolas are erectile tissue, like a cock. It'll make her interesting places hard and sensitive."
"And this," he said, handing her a little wafer cracker, "is a microdose of LSD so she'll be, well suggestible."
Stephanie giggled, stuck out her tongue, and laid the cracker on it.
"And now," he said, reaching for mom's hand, "come on toots, we have that thing at the Junor League where you'll look serious and I'll have the women eating out of my hand."
She giggled, came over and kissed me quickly, kissed Stephanie, took Greg's hand, and said, "let's go, I need to make myself presentable."
"You could go as you are," he said, squeezing her breast, "and make those cows look dowdy, but IF you insist, okay."
And they swept out like, well, like a married couple.
I was kind of surprised that I didn't feel a rush of jealousy.
But that's hardly surprising when I looked back and saw Stephanie, big and beautiful and so damn desirable I felt a sudden stirring in my groin.
So I closed the distance between us.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked, reaching around and taking the end of the tie of her hospital gown between my thumb and forefinger.
She looked up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused, and smiled.
"I don't think so, do you?" she replied.
So I tugged the tie, felt the bow give, and let the gown fall between us.
I was struck, not for the first time, with how beautiful and how utterly feminine, how perfectly female she looked. Her hair was done and her face made up. Her arms were big and soft with those big pads of fat some truly big women get at the backs of them, her breasts full and pendulous, her belly an immense mass of stretch marks, her waist nonexistent. And I wanted to run my hands over every square inch of her and then follow with my tongue and my lips.
"Tell me I'm beautiful," she said, looking up into my eyes.
I did the palms to her cheeks thing, held her eyes for a few seconds, bent down and kissed her very softly, and said, "you are beautiful."
She started to say something but I silenced her with a kiss and said, "you are gorgeous. You are stunning," and she giggled, "I can't wait to marry you and show the world how lucky I am," I finished.
"Make love to me," she said softly, "take me to bed and make love to me, take your time, show me you love me."
So I took her hand and led her to the stairs. I guided her ahead, worried about the stairs, and followed, my hand very light on the small of her back, my eyes very focused on her big ass. "Who knew," I thought to myself, "that cellulite dimples could be THAT fucking sexy."
About halfway up the stairs she stopped suddenly, bent a little at the waist, hissed a sharp intake of breath, and held still for a slow five count.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes, baby," she said, her breath a little shaky, "just the first contraction."
"Oh," I said, feeling stupid for not figuring out what it had been.
She giggled and said, "I'm okay honey, get used to it."
She straightened and started back up the steps, me following, touching, watching.
We stopped in the bathroom and she sat and peed. I wiped her, helped her stand, and led her back to bed.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the bed with her, thinking she was craving some sort of encouragement or validation. I was kind of struggling for words but I knew I wanted her to feel good.
So I started at her feet, playing with fat toes and pudgy calves, telling her she was beautiful. I massaged and caressed her dimpled knees and her big soft thighs. I made love to her belly, caressing it with my cheeks and my lips. I sucked on her belly button, protruding dramatically, making her giggle. When she parted her legs her labia were swollen and full so I kissed there too, telling her what a beautiful pussy she had.
When I slipped inside of her, she was so loose and relaxed there was no friction at all. I flashed to a scene from that television show "Nip/Tuck" when one character or another who had been talking about getting vaginal reconstruction and tightening had said, describing herself, "nobody wants to have sex with a glass of warm water, it's not very satisfying" or something like that.
She was watching my eyes and apparently my reaction was obvious.
"It's part of the hormones working honey," she said, "there's going to be a LOT of stretching down there so they make me loose and relaxed to accommodate the baby."
"It's okay," I said, pulling out and exploring with my fingertip.
The Viagra was working and her clitoris was hard as a stone and so sensitive she cried out when I touched it and then began tugging on it with my thumb and forefinger.
I masturbated her like that, stopping every few minutes when a contraction took her and she went into that rapid whistling breathing from her Lamaze class until her back arched and she came.
"You're beautiful," I said, swinging my leg over her so I was straddling above the rise of her belly.
I caught her hands in mine and used them to push her big boobs together, capturing my erection between them. I LOVED the way her nipples were leaking and her milk provided interesting lubrication as the titty fuck began.
