A Family Man: Part 2 The Journey Home by DevilBehindBlueEyes
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This is the second chapter in my on-going series ‘A Family Man’. I welcome any comments and criticisms, good or bad. , I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of water and going over my journal when Melanie entered. Less than a couple hours ago, our former foster mother and son relationship evolved into a man and woman union. A union that may have resulted in pregnancy and now we were planning our escape from her husband, Robert. Not really an escape really, as she was not a captive and while adultry wouldn’t help her in divorce court, wasn’t illegal either.
Five years ago, I came to live with the Henson’s as their foster child. They came to know of me as I gained local fame for defending myself against an abusive drunk foster dad and complicit mother. While I was little more than a PR opportunity for Robert to increase his social stock value for giving a ‘loving’ home to a broken youth, I was a beloved child to Melanie. Over the years, our bond grew as it was clear we understood each other in ways no one else could. Now, on my 18th birthday, I had been notice by Robert, via Melanie, that I was expected to move out and soon.
Melanie tried to argue with Robert to let me stay, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Robert, for his snivelling ways, was no idiot. We knew Robert’s jealousy knew no bounds and despite how innocent our bond really was, we decided to keep it from him as best we could, but we failed. He felt threatened by me and given his nature, he had good reason to be.
Robert Henson was a little man, but not just in stature, but in character as well. Robert had an inferiority complex and this, more than anything, sabotaged his relationship with his wife, Melanie. He had seen how I grew within their home, not only my body, but my personality. I was becoming everything he hated. At 5′ 7″ and scrawny, he saw my 6′ 3″ and broad frame as a physical threat, but he also saw my relationship with Melanie as a psychological one. In his mind, it was like when he was growing up all over again. The big, dumb, jock type was once again stealing the woman he loved away from him and he resented me for it. Until now, he couldn’t have been further from the truth. While Melanie was the only person on Earth I did love, it was because she was the first person to relate to me and actually care for me. She made me feel important, like my happiness was vital for her happiness. I simply reciprocated what she gave me and from that we became inseperable. Had Robert just accepted me as a son and saw his wife as she wanted to be seen, all of this could’ve been avoided, but he didn’t. Now, Melanie and I sat in the kitchen, putting together our plan to leave this world behind and begin our own, together, as a family.
“What are you doing, love?” Melanie asked, her voice still quite raspy from the pounding her throat suffered at the end of my cock earlier, as she came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her lips to my neck, fingers tracing lazily across the defined torso that lie beneath my cotton tee.
“I’m going over how much money I’ve saved up since I started working and trying to account for two… possibly three.” I replied, reaching behind my chair, between us, to rub Melanie’s toned and flat belly that harbored a womb filled to overflowing with my cum. “And I’m not seeing us getting very far on it.” I added, disappointingly.
Melanie, being the loving, caring Goddess of mercy and devotion she was rounded the chair to my side and gently raised her leg, stepping across my lap before straddling me and placing her hands behind my neck. I know it could be weeks before Melanie’s body would start to change, in preparation for carrying a child, provided I even got her pregnant, but she still looked different to me now, somehow. As I looked into her eyes, I saw such peace, such love, in them. Even though I had no idea how we were going to make it happen, the look in her eyes had nothing but trust and belief in them.
“It’s okay, David.” She said, as she leaned in, placing my head to her chest and stroking it like a mother consoling a scared child. “I know you’ll find a way for us and it doesn’t matter if we have to live in a cardboard box, I’m never going to leave your side.” She brought her lips to mine and we shared a quiet moment together. “Besides, I have money too, you know.”
“I think you should hold onto that, in case… you know.” I suggested, inferring that she keep it as a ‘way out’ should she come to regret her decision.
She let out a chuckle before giving me a tender smile, “I see I’m going to have my work cut out for me convincing you that I’m your bitch, David.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking you are. Maybe I should get you a collar and leash to help remind me.” I joked.
“Mmmm, if you believe that will help, I think I’d like being your ‘pet’.” She mused, as she started grinding herself on me, thoughts of leather and chains filling her head as she knelt at her ‘Master’s’ feet.
“Maybe a cage and feeding bowls for my bitch and her pups, eh?” I added, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
“Ooh, and don’t forget the newspaper, in case I have an accident.” Melanie laughed, as she dry humped me.
“I would’ve figured you’d be too sore for that.” I said, referring to her grinding on me.
“I am, but I can’t help it.” She cooed, really working her hips over my now hardened cock. “I need it in me and besides, these are your holes now, not mine. Sluts don’t get to decide when they get fucked, do they, David?”
I grabbed Melanie under her tiny ass and stood up. She locked her legs around my waist, clinging to me until I had decided where I was going to use her sloppy slot. I didn’t have to go far, as I moved to the other end of the table and laid her down on it, her ass near the edge. I quickly undid my waistband and fly, pulling my pants down to my knees. I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay or getting naked so I did the same to Melanie. She lifted her ass enough to help me peel her tight fitting jeans over her butt and I stopped once her swollen cunt came into view. Even though we had just showered not long ago, the smell of our sex and cum was still pungent as traces of our previous events were still present deep inside her.
Like a watering mouth, Melanie’s gooey hole oozed out limitless quantities of natural lubricant that I worked my dick against, coating it for the task ahead. Her vagina still hadn’t returned to its normal diameter so pushing back inside her would prove to be much easier this time. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ran my cock between her lips, smearing her slimy essence across my expansive girth, from the very tip, to the base, my balls pressed against her anus. Melanie, ever devoted to my cock, wanted to bring her hands down for continued worship, but I told her to hold her legs up, moaning her disappointment.