He brought her to the brink of an orgasm, stopped, and quickly climbed on top of her. He thrust his organ inside her.
“Ohh!” they cried out.
She clutched him. She hooked her legs around his ass and pulled him to her as they rutted.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.
“Ohhhh!” she hollered as she came.
“Ahhh!” he exclaimed and filled her pussy with his sperm. He collapsed on top of her.
They gasped for air. He kissed her neck.
“No kissing,” she reminded.
She scrambled out from under him and left the room.
^^^
Scarlett called three days later.
“Cliff, I am not pregnant. We need to have more sex.”
“Okay. When?”
“In twenty-five days.”
“Okay.”
^^^
She came over to Cliff’s house during her fertile period for their next series of intercourse. Over dinner, she told him her rules.
“I understand,” he said. “Use a firm touch. No teasing, no feathery caresses, or kisses on the mouth, and it’s okay to be blunt and just come out and tell you what I want. I can say ‘I want oral sex’ or ‘I want to give you oral sex’. ”
“Sweet Jesus,” Cliff said to himself. “This is a dream come true. I’m going to have sex with a hot, young thing, and it’s okay to say, ‘Suck my dick’.”
They had sex for three nights. This time it was better as far as Cliff was concerned. They didn’t kiss, but she allowed him to prepare her for sex. He was allowed to suck on her tits, touch her body anywhere, and eat her pussy.
He fulfilled his duty and came inside her. She orgasmed as well.
The second set of sex did the trick. Scarlett got pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to Gwen.
When Cliff saw mother and child in the hospital, Scarlett said, “Little Gwen is adorable, but this is not how it is supposed to be.”
“I know,” Cliff answered.
^^^
Cliff was there when Scarlett and the baby can home from the hospital. He stayed in the guest bedroom, played the dutiful grandfather, and helped out as much as he could.
“You are very good with Gwen,” Scarlett said one morning. “I do not know what I would do without you.”
“Raising a baby is hard,” he said. “I’m glad to help out. Maybe I should move in?”
“Are you okay with causal nudity?” she asked.
Cliff’s brow furled. He cocked his head and gave his daughter-in-law a questioning look. This didn’t register with Scarlett, but she knew from having the same discussion with Marcus that more information was required.
She continued, “You know I am autistic. My brain is not wired like yours. I perceive things and react differently than you. It is a struggle for me to live in your world.
“I have to work very hard to get by. It puts a lot of stress on me. I get anxious and frustrated, and I need some downtime to rest and recover.
“Have heard of the term ‘finding your zen’?”
“My wife meditated,” Cliff said. “She described it as a process to find peace. To shut out the noise, centered herself, and find contentment.”
“Yes. Exactly. Some people chant, some focus on their breathing, and others visualize images, like sunrises, sunsets, or being alone on a beach…images that have calming effect.
“I find that being naked helps me get to my peaceful place. I relax, heal, and regain my strength…my power.
“I would like you to live with Gwen and me. As I said, you are a tremendous help to me. Would it distress you if you saw me naked?”
“No, but what does being unclothed have to do with your healing process?”
“The short answer is because I find it works best that way. I will also give you the long answer. We have not discussed my condition. This will give you some insight into me”
“I would appreciate that,” Cliff said. “I want to understand you.”
“People have five senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell and taste. Our bodies are constantly sending our brain information from our sensing organs. It is our brain’s job to monitor all this data and decide if a response is necessary and how to react.
“For neurotypical people like you, this process happens out of your consciousness…behind the scene, so to speak. This allows you to focus on your job, conversations, or whatever you want. If your brain decides that some data requires a response, it breaks through, and you react.
“For example, it might signal you are cold, and you put on a sweater. It might say, ‘Hey, you are not safe! Get out of here!’ or ‘Look out for that car!’ and you react accordingly. Or you smell coffee, and you say, ‘I want some’.”
Cliff nodded.
“Autistic people have the same senses, generate information, and send it to our brains, but we process some or all of it differently. Things that you can ignore, I cannot. This can lead to sensory overload, which is stressful and makes me anxious.
“I do not wear makeup because the texture and smell bother me. I do not suntan because I cannot stand the heat, the bright sunlight, and goopy, greasy suntan lotion on my skin. Tags, seams, and the feel of clothing fabric can be an issue.
“Being naked is great. I am free. There are no complaints about scratchy clothes or clothes that are too tight or too loose. I am at peace. I rest and recover.
“I understand. Thank you for the insight,” Cliff said.”
^^^
Cliff moved in. He occasional stumbled upon Scarlett as she was meditating. She was unclothed, her eyes were closed, and she appeared to be focusing inward.
He looked at her bits. He might have a flashback to the times they had sex. He didn’t disturb her. He was quiet, respectful, and left her alone.
There were other times when she was naked for the joy and sense of freedom of being nude. She might be reading, watching television, or cleaning the house. Those times, he’d engage her in conversation and alow himself to enjoy the way her boobs bounced or the curve of her hip.
He joined her in causal nudity. Some times it led to sex.
^^^Four weeks after birthing Gwen^^^
One night, Cliff fed and put the baby to bed. He was in the hall headed to his bedroom, and a thought popped into his head. He decided to tell Scarlett. Her bedroom door was slightly open. He pushed on it and stuck his head inside.
He saw his daughter-in-law naked on the bed with a bullet vibrator between her legs. She looked up, saw him, screamed, and said, “You should knock!”
“Sorry. You’re right. I apologize.” He turned his head away as he backed out of the room. He paused and asked, “Should you be doing that so soon after giving birth?”
Scarlett shut off the vibrator, pulled the bedspread over her naked body, and said, “The doctor said not to use Tampons or have penetrative sex for six weeks. This device stimulates my clitoris. It does not go inside me.”
“Oh. I see. Goodnight. Sorry.”
Cliff closed the door and said, “That was embarrassing.”
He heard a buzzing sound, chuckled, and said, “I guess my interruption didn’t kill the mood.” He got an erection and stayed a while, listening to the sound of the vibrator and Scarlett’s moans and groans.
He got his dick out and stroked it as he eavesdropped on his daughter-in-law. He heard her orgasm. He rushed into the hall bathroom, soaped up his cock, and beat off into the sink, visualizing Scarlett’s naked body.
^^^
At breakfast, the following morning Cliff said, “I’m sorry for disturbing you last night. You have every right to your privacy.”