Original Story by: Sethp
Updated Story by: CB_Grl_Dani
AN: With the blessing of the author I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven't read Sethp's story I highly recommend it. Read, enjoy and let me know what you think.
Surrogate: One appointed to act in the place of another.
Shane Davis sat alone in the garage, again. When he came out here the thirty year old father of three had meant to work on his motorcycle, but once he settled onto his wooden stool by the workbench, he was unable to move. He'd been unable to do much of anything for months. The sudden death of his wife Karen had shattered him mentally and if weren't for the kids he would probably have gone off the deep end a long time ago. As it stood he was on a leave of absence from work (almost to the point of unpaid leave) and was now at the point that he was barely keeping it together for his three children. His children had lost so much already, Shane had to make sure they didn't lose him too. But as he sat there in the still space of the garage, he knew the truth. He knew he was inadequate for the job of a single parent. He was barely a man any longer. The six-foot-two-inch tall man sighed in resignation at that thought. He ran his right hand through his unkept black hair moving it out of his face. He then took stock of the stubble on his face which was a week old. He was lost and he didn't know what it would take to regain control of his life.
That was when the doorbell rang. "What... who the fuck is it at this time of night?" Shane grumbled as he went into the house and to the front door, irritated at being disturbed from doing nothing. He pulled open the door and froze.
"Camile?" He asked stupidly as he stared at the annoyed face of his forty-six year old mother-in-law.
"Oh good, you didn't turn into a complete idiot Shane. There maybe hope for you yet," she said, with a little too much acid on her tongue.
"Wha... what are you doing here?" Shane inquired.
"I'm here to help you get back on your feet." She informs me standing on my stoop. "Well... are you going to let me in?" she asks. Not waiting for an answer Camile pushed her way past her son-in-law. "There are two more bags by the sidewalk that you could get for me. I'm going up to say hi to the kids." Before I could comment she was already walking up the stairs.
Shane stood in the doorway, mindlessly, for a minute before forcing himself to go out to the curb and pick up the bags that the Uber driver had unloaded. What was Camile doing here uninvited and unannounced? Except for the week after the funeral, they had barely spoken in the last few months, and truthfully he couldn't really stand her. As long as Shane had known her Camile was a giant gossip who was a bossy know-it-all. If she wasn't drinking accessively she was smoking like a chimney. The drinking he could tolerate (as he was no saint himself these days) but the smoking was another thing entirely.
However Shane knew that he was sinking and he'd never been so happy to see anyone in his whole life. Shane ventured out to the sidewalk to collect her bags and bring them in. Once Hurricane Camile was settled in Shane poured himself and Camile a stiff drink, and then sat down in the living room. Camile eventually came back to the living room and sat down and gratefully accepted the drink.
"Camile," Shane began.
"Shhhh," she said, cutting him off. "The family knows that you need some help so here I am." She states taking a large gulp of the drink I just poured. "I'm here for the kids mainly, they've been telling me how things are here, but I'm also here to help you. You look like you need reinforcements." She drained half her glass.
"The kids don't," Shane began, but Camile cut him off again.
"They're behind on their homework."
"We'll catch up."
"You forgot April's recital and her school lunch yesterday."
"That was a onetime thing, and she got a hot lunch,"
"They haven't had a bath all week. They told me."
"I..." That's where I stopped. There really was no excuse for the kids not getting a bath at least every other day. Unfortunately Camile didn't stop.
"The kitchen trash is overflowing, the grass hasn't been mowed in weeks and fruit flies are living in the kitchen sink. When is the last time you cleaned the bathrooms?"
Shane knew that answer. It was never. Well, not since Karen had died. "Look," Shane began.
Camile took hold of his hand. "I know. I know Shane. It's overwhelming and I should have come here weeks ago. We've all been so sad. I'm here to help until we get things turned around, and I'll stay as long as you need me. That's what family does."
Shane thought of a thousand things to say and protest against, but simply said, "Thanks. Thank you."
Camile drained the rest of her drink. "I needed that. I also need to take a shower and change. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Yes," Shane said.
"Thanks, and can you get me another drink when I get out and bring my bags up to the spare bedroom."
"Uh...about that spare room," Shane mumbled, but Camile had already charged up the stairs. He had thrown all of his deceased wife's stuff in there. It was a big pile of junk, papers, exercise equipment, make-up, clothing, and assorted stuff from her life, that would take days to clear out. He decided that he would give Camile his bed and sleep on the couch for the next few weeks. It wouldn't be that bad.
Shane took his mother-in-law's bags up to the master bedroom and then changed the sheets on the bed and cleared away the beer bottles and candy bar wrappers. He could hear her singing in the shower. This could be really good for the kids, he thought. Satisfied that the bedroom was clean and tidy enough, he went back downstairs and made Camile another drink and went and sat on the couch, flipping through shows on the T.V. Camile came down and joined him after she was done. She was wrapped up in a red terry cloth robe that was a little too small for her size. Her large tits were threatening to pop out of the material. She thanked him for the drink sat down on the chair.
"Thank you for coming. I appreciate it...you should have let me know you were coming though."
"Don't worry about the mess. I'll start cleaning everything up tomorrow. You sleep in, and I'll get the kids ready for school. You guys probably need some good home-cooked meals too."
"Yeah, that will be good," Shane said, remembering that Camile was a great cook. "There's a problem though."
"Oh, don't worry about Brad," Camile replied, talking about her husband, and the kid's grandfather. "He's got his beer and is happy enough fishing and drinking while I'm away. He won't even know I'm gone," she finished, looking down at the floor sadly for a moment. Shane caught that look though.
"Uh...well that's not what I meant. I meant the spare room. If I'd have known you were coming, I could have cleaned it out. There's no way,"
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll sleep in your bed."
"Good," Shane said, relieved. "I'll take the couch and we'll be all set. I even put fresh sheets on for you."
Camile finished her drink. "Can you get me another one, even stronger? And don't get all modest on me now, Shane. We can share the bed. The couch is filthy and you look like you haven't slept in weeks."
"I don't know," Shane started to protest.
"I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. I'm really here to help you and I can tell you need sleep, as do I. If anyone is taking the couch, it's me. So, it's not up for discussion anymore, get me another drink already, will you?"
Shane did, and when he was back Camile steered the conversation towards the children's schooling, and the bills, and the yard work, and she made a plan for the next week, taking copious notes on a legal pad as they talked. Shane ended up getting several more drinks for Camile and they ended up watching the travel channel much too late until Camile announced that she needed to get to bed if there was any chance of her being useful the next day.
Camile got up from the couch, giggling, and stumbled up the steps, obviously quite drunk. She made it up without falling and went into the master bathroom to get ready for bed. Shane locked all the doors and turned out all the lights, giving Camile plenty of time to finish getting ready, before heading upstairs himself.
When he got to the bedroom, Camile was already under the covers, nice and cozy. She gave him a drunken smile, told him good night, and rolled over on her side. Shane normally slept naked but would have to forgo that habit in favor of gym shorts while his mother-in-law shared the bed. Once in bed, he soon fell asleep, and once asleep, as he always did, he dreamed of his wife. Karen was so unlike Camile. He had thought, at one time, that she might have been adopted. While the two were about the same height and the same green eyes that was where the similarities stopped. Where Karen was slim, and athletic her mother was full-figured and busty. Karen had high cheekbones and long strawberry blonde hair, while Camile had a roundish face with plump lips and dark red hair. It wasn't until he saw photos of her father's side of the family that he realized where most of Karen's looks came from. Still, despite her bad habits Shane did think his mother-in-law was nice looking.
Once Shane drifted off to sleep he soon dreamed that he was in bed with his wife and the two were in the midst of having sex. Shane was on top of his slender wife and that she had her long, thin legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Karen was calling out his name in passion as he drove his cock into her repeatedly. She squeezed her legs tightly, shaking in orgasm beneath him. He rolled off of her catching his breath and getting ready for another round. He reached over grasping one of her large, doughy breasts as she squeezed his cock. It was only when those two things didn't add up that Shane awoke with a start. The air conditioning had shut off and it had gotten very hot in the bedroom. Looking about he saw that the covers were off the bed and Camile had a tight grip on his cock. In her sleep, Camile's hand had snaked its way down, inside of his shorts, and he did, indeed, have one of her large breasts in his hand. In her sleep Camile's tits had fallen out of the top of her nightie and her heavy breasts were exposed. She appeared to still be asleep, and God help him, but after months of celibacy Shane was unable to pull his hand off of his mother-in-law's giant boob.
Shane was trying to will himself to release her tit when Camile started stroking his cock in her sleep. Shane noticed that her other hand was wedged between her legs and were rubbing her clit. Shane rolled over towards her and replaced her hand with his and found that she was sopping wet. He rubbed his hand over her slit and then inserted a finger into her hot, wet pussy. Shane realized she must not have had sex in quite some time from the reaction he received. The moment his finger penetrated her folds Camile arched her back off the bed, moaning louder and gripping his cock tighter, almost painfully. Shane decided that they both needed some relief and they were going to get it. Rolling Camile flat on her back, Shane parts her legs and then positions himself between her legs. Pressing his cockhead against her sex, Camile begins to whimper and then moan. Shane thrusts his cock into her warm pussy and Camile's eyes fly open as she gasps for air. Shane pulls out of her afraid she's going to yell rape.
"Oh my god!" Camile groans. "Stick it in! Stick it back in!" she urged him.
