A Nephew's Story - Part 2

A Nephew’s Story - Part 2

Two weeks after Sally returned, the marriage of Terrance Matson, Jr. and Sally Holmes took place in London City Hall. The duly executed marriage license was filed and entered in the Hall of Records. We were married by a Judge Winston Featherstone, the father of a guy (or should I say “bloke”) I worked with. Richard and I had become good friends; I had dinner with him, his wife, Lillian, and their two young children, a number of times. Lillian had been constantly trying to set me up with one of her friends.

Sally and Lillian became fast friends. In fact, one evening, Lillian announced that I was formally forgiven for not hooking up with one of the many “lovely” women that she had introduced me to. But in retrospect, they couldn’t hold a candle to Sally.

As the months past, Sally’s belly grew and she became more and more beautiful. Sally literally glowed as the pregnancy progressed. As her belly grew so did her breasts, getting ready to feed our child. She only put on a little weight. If you looked at her from the rear you wouldn’t be able to tell she was pregnant. She still had a waist. The baby was all in the front.

I reveled in her beauty. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her all of the time. In the morning and the evening, after we got back from the office. I was amazed that she matched and even surpassed my sexual appetite. She would wake me during the night to make love. We fucked like rabbits, in every position we could imagine.

Eventually, the missionary position became almost impossible because of her size. So what, there were so many other positions. Finally, as her due date neared, we did slow down. I found that just lying next to her with my hand on her belly, feeling our child’s kicks and movements was enough.

Most days, I worked in the office, however there were times I had to be at the gates, especially if there were problems. As luck would have it, there was a problem with one of the gates that I had worked on. We had a full crew working in the middle of the Thames River. Richard and I were in the gate shack. We had just figured out what the problem was and how we were going to correct it, when the Director came in and told me that Sally was on the phone and wanted to talk to me. I grabbed the phone.

“Oh thank god, I found you,” Sally exclaimed.

“What’s wrong, Sally? Oh my god, is it time?” I said.

“I’m having contractions and my water broke,” she very calmly answered.

“Holy Christ, your water broke?” I shouted.

Richard, who was standing next to me, gave a huge laugh. He grabbed the microphone and yelled over the loudspeaker, “Get that bloody boat out here…Sally’s poppin.”

A cheer went up over the gate and I ran for the dock.

The Director laughed and yelled, “Featherstone, you better go with him. He’ll never find his way and don’t let him drive…we have to think about the safety of the citizens of London.”

I have no idea how long it took to get to shore (it felt like a year) or the way we went to get to Charring Cross Hospital. Richard laughed and joked the whole way. At least he was having a good time. I was about to go crazy.

We got to the hospital and found Sally’s room in the maternity ward. Sally was sitting in a chair looking calm, almost serene. Her obstetrician, Dr. Ross had just finished examining her. I must have looked like a mad man when I burst into the room because both Sally and Dr. Ross looked at me and started laughing.

“Calm down, Terry. Everything is just fine. The baby is coming, but not at this minute,” Dr. Ross laughed.

She turned to Richard and said, “Good to see you Richard, this time it’s a lot easier, isn’t it?”

Richard turned a little red and laughed, “A hell of a lot easier, Doctor!”

Dr. Ross had delivered Richard’s two children.

Richard turned to me and said, “I really have to get back. Someone has to do some work around here.”

He gave Sally a kiss on the cheek, shook Dr. Ross’ hand and as he shook my hand he said, “Take it easy, Terry. Dr. Ross is a good doctor. She’ll take good care of Sally…and of you too.” He was laughing as he left the room.

The rest of the day is kind of a blur. I couldn’t calm down. Finally, while I watched, my beautiful, wonderful Sally gave birth to our child, our daughter, Christina. Any words that I could possibly think of are so inadequate to describe the love, the adoration that I had for my wife and baby girl.

I stayed with Sally through the night and the next day we brought Christina home. When we got home, Sally fed, changed and put our little Chrissy to bed.

As Chrissy slept, Sally pulled me to the bed and took me in her arms and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and dueled with my tongue. She undid my belt and pushed my pants down. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. When we were both naked, she pushed me onto the bed and lay next to me.

“Terry, I need you,” she panted

“I want you too, my love. But the doctor…”

She gave me a sly smile and whispered, “There are other ways to satisfy each other.”

Sally kissed her way down my body, until she was over my erect dick. She kissed the pre cum off and licked her lips.

“God, I love the way you taste,” she giggled. “I want more,” she said as she took the head of my dick into her mouth.

I sat up, grabbed her and spun her around on top of me until her vagina was inches above my face. At first Sally didn’t know what I was going to do, but when she realized what I was doing she took my dick back into her mouth. I moaned as she bobbed her head on my dick. The feeling of Sally’s mouth on my dick was wonderful. Her sucking sent waves of pleasure through my body.

In a passion, I began to lick and kiss the pink lips of her vagina. I pushed my tongue into her and licked and sucked her. Sally was dripping her juices onto my face as I tried to keep lapping it up. I slowly moved to the top of her vagina and sucked her little clitoris into my mouth. As I did, Sally moaned. Her moaning while sucking me really excited me and I felt my dick jerk.

“Sally, I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“Yes, my love, cum…cum in my mouth. I want to taste you, again,” She answered. My whole body stiffened and I pushed my dick up into her mouth. I began to ejaculate into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as pulse after pulse of my sperm shot into her mouth.

As I came down, I began to lick and suck her in earnest. She reached down and forced my face into her. Her hands on the back of my head pushed me as she spread her legs wider and wider.

Then she wrapped her legs around my head locking me into her vagina. I worked my tongue into every crevice and cranny of her pussy. I drank all of her love juice that I could get into my mouth. It was like I was in an eating frenzy. Lapping and loving her vagina.

Sally was getting louder and louder until she was screaming out her pleasure and lust. She humped her hips into my face. She went rigid and she screamed as she began to orgasm. She jerked as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. Ever so slowly she drifted back to earth.

She rolled off of me and turned until we were face to face. We kissed softly and Chrissy began to cry. I smiled at Sally and said, “Stay here my love, I will get her.”

It took a while but we got into a rhythm and our lives became centered around our child and home. It wasn’t all peaches and cream but we were happy and content. Working and living the lives of a normal suburban couple. Richard and Lillian were a great help and great friends. We got together quite often.

When her office was settled and running smoothly, Sally told her bosses that she wanted to stay in London. They were happy about her decision to stay. The office was really doing well and they rightly credited Sally with its success. She was able to do a lot of her work from home, something she wanted to do.

About two years later our little Michael was born. It was difficult to keep our situation secret from the family. We often discussed telling our parents. But, what do you say, how do you tell your parents that you have married your aunt and are raising a family, with her.

GRAM AND DAD

For the next few years, we lived happily, working and raising our family. Neither one of us had been back to the States since Sally came here to set up her office, a little over five years ago. Chrissy was a little over four years old and Mikey was almost two and a half.

Although we talked to Gram and Dad on the phone, we hadn't seen anyone in the family for years and we missed them. Sally was now expecting our third child, and every now and then she would get melancholy and start thinking about how much she missed the family.

One night as we sat and discussed the possible ways we could break the news to our parents. Sally smiled at me and said, “I’ll call and say ‘Hi Mom, how are you and Big Terry doing? By the way I thought you should know that your Grandson and I got married and have had two children together and are expecting a third. So what’s new with you?”

I started laughing and hugged her close. She began to weep.

“Terry, we have to do something, I can’t go on lying to them. I miss them so much. Chrissy and Mikey have never seen their Grandparents and Gram and Terry have never seen them.”

“Sally, we both turn thirty this year. I was going to have a party to celebrate our entering into old fartdom. Why don’t we invite Gram and Dad to come and celebrate with us and let the chips fall where they may.

“As I see it they will ether accept us and the children or will be horrified and disown us. Will that be any worse than what we have now? Now we have to lie about everything, they know nothing about their Grandchildren. What will be worse, the lies or being disowned? I don’t know, my love. I just don’t know,” I said.

We just sat there holding each other. As we sat there in each other’s arms Chrissy walked into the living room, followed by her brother. Chrissy’s eyes opened wide and she shouted, “Come on Mikey, family hug.” The two children ran to us and jumped into our laps. There were hugs, kisses and giggles all around.

I leaned toward Sally and tenderly kissed her on the lips. “I’ll call Dad and Gram tomorrow and set everything up.”

“Thanks,” Sally replied. “I think that I would be too nervous and I would slip and say something wrong.”

She got up and as she walked out of the living room she looked back, smiled and said, “By the way YOU may be entering Old Fartdom, but I am DEFINITELY NOT…old man.”

“You’re older than me,” I laughed.

“That’s just a rumor spread around by evil people,” she retorted.

“You’re right, you are my sexy young thing.”

“Yea, a sexy fat thing,” she said

“You are not fat,” I said.

“Oh yea,” she said as she turned and stood in profile. At six months she was definitely showing.

“Well,” I said, “maybe your belly does stick out a little, but god Sally, you are sexy.”

As she walked out she said, “That’s why I love you…you’re crazy.”

“Yea, about you, love,” I shouted.

The next day, while I was at the office, (I didn’t want any interruptions) I called home, well, Gram’s and Dad’s home, Gram answered.

She was excited to hear from me, after I told her that everyone was okay. She asked me if I saw Sally much now that I was seeing Christina and Sally was seeing Michael. I told her that we saw each other all of the time, that the four of us spent a lot of time together. This was something that Sally started to get Gram off her back about meeting someone.

We talked for a few minutes and then I said, “Gram, Sally and I turn thirty this year and Mike (I almost said Mikey) and I want to throw a party for the two of us. We were thinking of having the party in August, around Sally’s birthday, and we were hoping that you and Dad could make it over here to celebrate with us.”

Gram was so excited. She started to cry and said, “Oh Terry, we would love to come. We haven’t seen Sally in almost five years and I don’t remember when we last saw you. Your Dad will be so happy. I can’t think of a reason why we won’t be there. In fact there is no reason we won’t come.”

We decided that they would come over in late July and stay until late August or early September. Gram was going on and on about seeing us and having time to be together with her children. She couldn’t wait until my Dad got home, so she could tell him. We talked for a while and finally, we said our goodbyes, gave kisses and hung up.

When I got home that evening, Sally looked at me with a questioning look. I smiled and said, “It’s done.”

Sally had tears in her eyes and said, “Terry, I am so afraid. I hope that we’ve done the right thing.”

“Well it was going to happen someday, I think that this will be for the best,” I said smiling at her.

That night, as we lay in bed holding each other, Sally started to weep. I held her tight and whispered, “My love, you are everything to me. I love you more than life itself. I wouldn’t want to live without you. No matter what happens, just know that I have no regrets. You and the children are my life.”

Sally leaned over and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted her tongue, caressing it and loving it with mine. She ran her hand down my body; underneath the waistband of my pajamas and took my dick in her hand.

I started to get an erection and it hardened as she stroked me. I placed my hand on her breast and rubbed her nipple between my fingers. Her breasts had grown with her pregnancy and were firm and full. She sat up and removed her nightgown and I pulled my pajama pants and tee shirt off. Sally pushed me onto my back. She once again began to stroke my dick as I moved my hand to the lips of her vagina. She was wet and hot.

I moved my fingers around her vagina caressing and petting her. Sally moaned and increased the speed of her strokes. She again sat up and moved her leg across my lower body. She sat on me and rubbed her vagina over my dick. I pushed up into her, stroking myself on her vaginal lips, as my hands fondled her extended belly.

Sally lifted herself up, took my dick in her hand and positioned it at the entrance to her love canal. She slowly lowered herself onto me. Taking my dick into her body until she was sitting on me. Our bodies joined in the most intimate way two people can be.

I looked up at her. Sally had her eyes closed and there was a small smile on her face. She began to move, rocking up and down on my dick. She was softly moaning. I began to push up into her in sync with her movements. Slowly at first; luxuriating in the closeness and the exquisite pleasure we were experiencing. As our passion rose so did the speed of our lovemaking. This woman who gave birth to two of my children and was carrying my third child excited me to unparalleled heights.

I began to push myself up into her with a passion that was born of love and desire. I lost all control and started to piston into her body with wild abandon. At the same time, Sally was rocking uncontrollably on my dick.

We went on like this for an eternity. Until I began to shout out, “Oh god, Sally, I love you, I love you more than anything.” I slammed myself into her and stiffened as I began to shoot my cum deep inside Sally’s body. At the same time Sally went rigid and she screamed out as her orgasm over took her body. She fell on top of me as she came down from the heights of her pleasure.

She rolled off of my body and we held each other as we lay in our post orgasmic bliss. This is how we fell asleep.

The next few months flew by and before we knew it, Dad and Gram were scheduled to land at Heathrow. I cleaned out the Lexus and took the child seats out, and drove off to pick them up. When they got off the plane, I was there. The reunion was great. Gram was beside herself. Hugging me and kissing me and completely overwhelming me with questions.

“How is Sally? Have you seen her lately? Will we meet Michel? What about Christina? Are you serious about her? Is Sally and Michael more than a passing fancy?” She went on.

I answered, “Sally is fine. I see her all of the time. You will meet Michael and Christina and I am very serious about Chrissy and Sally is very serious about Mike. Relax, Gram, you will meet them all in a little while.”

We picked up their bags and went to the car. Dad got in next to me and Gram got in the back seat. Dad commented my choice of cars. He thought that I would have a sleeker car, sort of a chick catcher.

I told him, “Dad, I have the chick I want. I don’t need any more.”

Gram laughed, “That’s the boy I love.”

We talked and laughed all of the way home. I finally pulled into the driveway of our home.

Dad asked, “What is this?”

“This is where I live Dad.”

Dad looked at me in a funny way. "We're getting a bit domestic, aren't we?" he asked.

"Wanted to invest in something. So, a house seemed the way to go," I said with a smile.

Gram and Dad got out of the car. I went and took their bags out of the boot (see how British I have become). Gram had walked over to Dad and put something in his hand. He looked at it and Gram said, “Deja vu, all over again?” Dad just shrugged.

We all went into the house and we stopped in the living room and I yelled, “We’re here.” Gram and Dad turned and looked at me questioningly. As they did Sally came into the roomy carrying Mikey, holding Chrissy’s hand.

Dad was the first to turned around and he said, “Holy Christ.”

Gram turned around and started laughing, “Well I would guess these are our Grandchildren.”

I sort of sheepishly said, “Surprise.”

Gram ran to Sally and hugged her. “Oh, my baby, I love you so much.”

Dad laughed and said, “Once again, you are right, Sarah. Deja vu all over again.”

Gram came over to me, hugged me and said, “You really have to clean the car better, Terry.” She put a half a dozen cheerios in my hand, one of which was half eaten.

“I was sort of rushed,” I explained.

Both children immediately took to Gram and Dad. They wouldn’t let their grandparents go. The grandparents didn't want to let their grandchildren go either. Dad and Gram, Just loved the children's accents and the children thought their grandparents talked funny.

We finally got the children to bed and sat in the living room and we went through the whole story. Gram and Dad seemed to accept the love that Sally and I had for each other. Gram, Dad and I had a “couple” of glasses of wine. Sally was drinking tea. After talking and laughing we all went to bed.

Dad and Gram wouldn’t hear of putting the children out of their rooms. The guest room had two twin beds and they would just them. Hell, they have lived in the same house for the past 15 years and they could sleep in the same room for a couple of days.

He next morning, Sally got up to feed Chrissy and Mikey, and let me sleep. All during breakfast, Chrissy wanted to see “Gramma”. Sally kept telling her that Gramma would be up in a little while and just be patient. Right, a four year old be patient.

After finishing her Cheerios, Chrissy jumped out of her chair and yelled “GRAMMA” and ran to the guest room. Sally tore after her, but Chrissy threw the door open before Sally caught her.

Sally looked into the room. Dad was asleep in bed, lying on his back, Gram was lying next to him with her arm and leg across his body and it appeared that they were both naked under the sheets. Gram opened her eyes and looked at Sally before Sally could close the door.

About fifteen minutes later, Gram came into the kitchen. Chrissy ran to her and sat in her lap. Gram was red and quietly said, “Maybe I should explain.”

Sally looked at her with love in her eyes and said, “Mom, if you are happy, so am I. I love you and I love Big Terry. You looked so comfortable with him.”

Gram smiled at her daughter and said, “I was so afraid you would be upset.”

Sally looked at her and said, “OH Mom I am very upset…”

Gram eyes became as big as saucers.

Sally continued, “I now owe my Terry fifty pounds.”

Gram looked incredulous, “You owe Terry, fifty pounds?”

Sally smiled, laughed and said, “Terry was so sure that you and Big Terry were sleeping together that I bet him fifty pounds that you weren’t. Now, I have to pay up. Terry will move the beds together so you two will be more comfortable.”

The next week was wonderful. We enjoyed our parents and they thoroughly enjoyed their Grandchildren.

One evening during the next week Sally and I went were lying out on hammock. Our back yard was sloped with the back higher than the house. Gram and Dad had fed the children, bathed them and put them to bed.

Sally and I lay were holding each other in the dark. All of a sudden, the light in the guest room went on. Gram was standing by the window, looking out. Dad came up behind her and put his arms around her and started to kiss her neck.

His hands came up and caressed her breasts. He began to unbutton her blouse. He reached inside her blouse and began to fondle her breast. Gram turned around and they kissed passionately.

Sally began to stroke my dick. She said, ”Oh God, Terry, look.”

Dad had removed Grams blouse and bra. She had her hands inside his pants, stroking him. She undid his pants and they fell to the floor. Dad had pushed Grams skirt down over her hips. He grabbed her ass and began to knead it. Gram pushed Dad back onto the bed and grabbed his dick and began to suck it.

Sally gasped and then moved down, she pulled my pants down and took out my dick and looked up at me and smiled. “Like Mother, like daughter,” she laughed as she took my dick in her mouth. She began to suck me. I lay back in the hammock and pushed my hips up into her.

I looked over to the window and saw that Dad had pulled Gram up and was kissing her lips. Gram reached down, grabbed his dick and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. She then dropped down onto it.

I pulled Sally up and said, “Look.”

Sally immediately grabbed my dick and mimicking her mother dropped down, impaling herself on my dick. She began to ride me. Lifting and dropping herself on my dick as I pushed up into her.

Watching my father fuck my Grandmother as I fucked his sister-in-law and her daughter really excited me, and I humped up into her with abandon. Sally was watching her mother loving my father. She began to moan and move faster and faster. Then she stiffened and began to squeal as she started to orgasm.

I looked and saw that Gram was straining and had thrown her head back with her mouth open. It was obvious that she too was having and orgasm. I pushed up into Sally and began to come into her. I couldn’t hold back. I came into her again and again, filling her to overflowing. She fell onto me, holding on to me and moaning.

I began to smile and softly laughed. “I have never before been a voyeur and was never really turned on by watching. But, tonight it was wonderful.”

Sally snuggled into me and whispered, “You are terrible, Terry.”

“That’s why you love me,” I said as we got up and went into the house and up into our bed.

Over the next month we had a great time, showing Gram and Dad around London and the surrounding area. Richard and Lillian and their two boys joined us on many of the trips. They loved Gram and Dad.

The party went off perfectly. All of our friends, neighbors and co-workers were there. No one would believe that Gram was Sally’s mother. They all said that she was far too young. Needless to say Gram loved it. In early September, Sally’s water broke and after a relatively short labor (labour?) she gave birth to our daughter, Rachel, named after my mother. Gram and Dad were ecstatic that we named the baby Rachel.

Two weeks later, our parents were leaving. They had to return home, Gram to her volunteer work and Dad to the classroom. There were tears, kisses, tears, weeping and tears at the airport. And the five of us stood by the window, waving goodbye long after the plane disappeared into the clouds.

Gram and Dad returned to England in early June of the next year and spent all of June and July with us. It was wonderful, having our parents with us. Traveling all over Great Britain with them.

However, two months after they returned to the States, Gram, like her beloved Freddy, was killed in an accident with a drunk driver. Sally and I flew back to the States for the funeral. Richard and Lillian took care of the children.

Dad was destroyed by Gram’s death. He was inconsolable. We wanted him to come back to Wimbledon with us, but he wouldn’t leave. My younger sister, Deborah was going to stay with Dad for a few weeks, while her husband, Dennis was on a business trip. Sally and I returned home.

With the loss of Gram, Sally and I decided that we weren’t going to be separated from our family any more. We would invite them to England, one at a time and introduce then to our family. They will either accept us or reject us.

Whatever the outcome, we would have each other and our children. If we end up alone, we can live with that. We will be together.

When I wrote my first story, “A Soldiers Story” I hand no intention of a follow-up, however the story sort of took on a life of its own. Let me know if you want it continued. All comments are welcome.

My apologies to the British readers, it’s been a very long time since I was in your wonderful country, so my idioms are probably out dated.