Mel and I were back on the road around 8 am the following morning. I had half expected to get a knock on the door by the police or some of the friends of the guys I beat up last night, but the coast was clear. I should've known better than to fight those guys considering we were trying to keep a low profile. The last thing we needed was police involvement and me getting arrested, leaving Mel to fend for herself. I admonished myself for being so foolish, reminding myself that I needed to be smarter if we were going to pull this off. We weren't even four full days out and I nearly threw it all away on a hunch those guys would keep their mouths shut... Stupid!
Poor Mel. She was risking everything betting on me. Sure, her marriage was a dead-end, but at least she had security. I took that away from her and may have even planted a child in her. She was incredibly intelligent and capable, but she lacked the kind of attitude one needs to make it on their own. She needed someone to obey, someone to lead her, to give her purpose. She needed someone who had her best interests in mind and appreciate her true value. She was an exceptional woman, so utterly giving and selfless to a fault. Last night, I really hurt her and could've injured her, yet she was grateful to me for doing it. What drives someone to surrender themselves to another so completely? What kind of person do you have to be inside to descend to such levels of sub-humanity and allow another to do whatever they please to you? I've known abuse growing up and I'd gladly do it all over again before I'd allow half of what I've done to Mel to be done to me, yet she delights in it. Such a delicate and tender creature she was and it was almost like she expected me to treat her like something you use to scrap dogshit off of your boot with. The scariest part about it was, I was liking it. I was scared that if I became the kind of man she wanted me to be, would I retain the humanity necessary to see her as the perfect creature I saw her as right now?
*****
We entered the tiny unincorporated village of Milton around a quarter after 9 am. Milton had two intersecting county routes that acted as the main streets of the town. In addition, it had a handful of side streets, a gas station, a diner, two bars and maybe forty houses. I thought it would be easy to remember which house I lived in, but many of them looked the same and I started to question if what I was remembering was a different house altogether. Since we hadn't had breakfast yet, we decided to pull into the diner and get something to eat.
A full-figured, woman somewhere in her early to mid forties with a heafty bosom and bubbly personality named, Bonnie, came to our table.
"Welcome to Milton, what can I get for you two fine young people?" She said with peppy voice. Clearly, Milton was so small she knew right away we were from out of town and she hadn't gotten a good enough look at Mel to see she wasn't quite as young as her diminutive size would suggest.
"Two of your breakfast specials, please." I ordered.
"Uh-huh and what to drink?"
"Two coffees, please?"
"Sure thing, Honey. Anything else?"
"Yes, actually. Do you know if a Bill and Audrey Olsen still live here?" I asked.
"Who wants to know?" Bonnie countered, suspiciously, her brow raised. I guess the community here looks out for their own.
"I'm trying to get in touch with them. I, uh, used to be their foster kid a long time ago." I knew how outlandish that sounded as I was saying it.
"Foster kid?" Bonnie questioned, thinking for a moment. "Davey?" She asked, much to my surprise. "Davey, is that you?"
"Yeah?" I answered, cautiously.
"Oh my God! It's little Davey Olsen!" Bonnie laughed and jumped with joy, her massive tits jiggling under her uniform. "Oh my God, boy, I didn't even recognize you! Give us a hug!" She practically yanked me from the bench and threw her arms around me. I had to bend at the waist a bit because the feel of her bountiful udders pressed across my chest immediately caused a stir in my jeans.
Bonnie was about five inches taller than Melanie, but easily outweighed her by probably 40-50 lbs. Still though, Bonnie wasn't what I would call obese. She had a bit of a gut, thick legs and big, plump ass to go with her mammoth tits, but she seemed to wear it well around her frame, considering she didn't have flabby arms or a double chin. She had blue eyes and a long, thick, black mane that she had pulled into a ponytail and could've easily pulled off the slutty cowgirl look. After her excited display of affection, Bonnie calmed down enough to release me from her clutches.
"Oh, Sugar, you probably don't remember old Aunt Bonnie, do you, poor thing?" She asked, placing a surprisingly well manicured hand against my cheek.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't. The Olsens surrendered me when I was only 4. I'm surprised I remembered the town, actually." I lamented.
"Oh, Sweetheart, they didn't want to, trust me." She corrected me. "It broke their hearts."
"Huh?" I asked, looking for clarification.
"Shoot, you sit down and let me get your order placed. I need to tend to a couple of tables and then I'll come over and chat you up, okay, Sugar?" She offered.
"Yeah, sure. That sounds great, Bonnie, thanks." I accepted, taking my seat back in the booth.
"Great, you just wait right here and I'll get your food out to you lickety split, okay?" She said before looking me over and sighing, "Little Davey Olsen, all grown-up!" Bonnie chuckled, as she scurried off.
"She knows you, Baby! This is great!" Melanie beamed, taking my hands in hers.
"Yeah, I know, but what I'm interested in is what she said about the Olsens not wanting to give me up." I responded.
"I'm sure there is a reason for it, but from Bonnie's reaction, it doesn't seem like they were bad to you. Maybe they'll be more inclined to help you find your parents." Melanie hoped.
"Perhaps." I considered, "In either case, this is a good sign." I said, smiling at the gorgeous woman sitting across from me.
"I think she was surprised to see how sexy and handsome you turned out though, judging by the way she was checking you out." Mel smirked.
"What?" I asked, skeptically.
"Oh, don't tell me you didn't notice." She teased.
"I don't think so, Mel. Remember, the last time she probably saw me, I was around four."
"Oh, I know, but I also know how a woman looks at a man she finds sexy and she was definitely looking at you that way."
"Well, I didn't see it and besides, I'm already spoken for." I said, squeezing Mel's hand and smiling at her.
"Well I do and I think it would be hot to see that thick stick of yours in action." Mel said bluntly, her other hand disappearing below the table.
"Jesus, Mel." I fired back, shocked by her statment.
"What?" She asked, innocently, "You don't think she's kinda sexy?"
"That's not the point, Mel." I protested, "I'm with you."
"Baby, don't think you have to keep that beast caged on my account." She said, "That dick is too beautiful not to be enjoyed."
I stared at Melanie in disbelief.
"Besides, I think she's big enough to take it all in any hole, especially that big juicy ass, don't you?"
"I..." I was lost for words.
"You're concerned about hurting my feelings, are you?" Mel inquired.
"Well, yeah, I love you and all." I said.
"And I love you too, David, but you have a gorgeous cock and I want to see it pleased."
"You do please my cock AND me, Mel."
"It makes me feel good to hear you say that, but don't feel you have to pass up opportunities just because you're worried about me getting jealous. Personally, I'd like to see what that thing looks like when it splits a woman in two, because I already know what it feels like." She winked.
"Ah, that whole, 'I belong to you, David' thing again, huh?" I mocked.
"Well, yes." She answered, bluntly. "That's exactly what it is. I belong to you, but you don't belong to me."
"Look, Mel, I'm still not sure what all that means. What I do know is, is that I love you more than anything and the last thing I want to do is hurt you... Well, break your heart kind of 'hurt you', in any case." I said with a devilish grin.
Melanie chuckled, "I know, Baby, that's why I'm opening up to you about this. Your happiness, your pleasure, is all I care about. You can have whatever you want. You can do whatever you want, so long as I have a place in your world. That's all I ask. All I want is to live the rest of my life with you."
"I guess, I'm just skeptical is all. I can't comprehend how anyone could feel the way you say you do. For instance, I'd likely kill you and your lover if I ever saw you with another man. That's just how I'm wired. What's mine is mine and mine alone."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way, David. Last night, I watched from the motel window while you beat the stupid out of those men. There were four of them and yet, they didn't stand a chance against you."
"They were drunk, overconfident and I got the drop on them, Mel. I got lucky. Had they been sober or prepared, I might not have come off so well."
"No, you didn't see what I saw, David. The fight was over too soon for me to get off, but I was well on my way to an orgasm just watching you."
"Bullshit." I laughed in disbelief.
"I'm serious." She said adamantly, "David, why do you love me?"
"That's easy. You're kind, gentle, caring and easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You give everything of yourself to those you love and ask for nothing in return. Growing up, I felt like I was the center of the universe. You gave me a life that I'd never known before, that I never even knew could exist. You gave meaning to the word 'Mother' that I had all but dismissed."
"I feel like you would give anything to protect me, David. Is that true?"
"Of course, Mel. How could you even question that?"
"Well." She smiled, "You still question me."
"Uh-" I cut myself off. Fuck, she had me there.
"Baby, listen." She said softly, bringing my hand to her lips to place a kiss, "While I was raising you, I saw you growing into the man you are now, so I've had plenty of time to come to terms with my feelings, just as I'm sure you have about yours. My point is, I gave up my 'man' to be with you, because he wasn't you. Just your presence sends my ovaries into a frenzy. Remember our biology lessons?"
"Yeah."
"Remember how the need to propagate drives all creatures in the world, even humans?"
"Yeah, but were not exactly in the same realm as the rest of the animal kingdom, though."
"That's true, but you also know that we are not immune to our primal instincts, either."
"I suppose not, no." I agreed.
"Imagine that we didn't know each other. If I came into this diner and saw you sitting here, you can rest assured I would be thinking what it would be like to have sex with you all throughout the day. My primal instincts would size you up as a potential mate and then my mind would fixate on that, increasing my desire to make it a reality. It's only our evolutional enlightenment that allows us to decide whether or not I can go on about my day, maybe seeing your face next time I have sex or giving into my animal instincts, tearing my clothes off in front of everyone and presenting myself to you like a cat."
"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess."
"However, we also know one another and I have an emotional attachment to you as well. So instead of just wanting to have your babies, I NEED to have them."
"So how does that translate into you wanting to see me with other women though?"
"That, I'm not exactly sure about, although as wet as it gets me, I can only assume it has to do with some sense of primal pride in knowing that my mate's seed is desired by others and yet, I got there first or I can count myself among the fortunate few, I don't know, really. Perhaps it has something to do with actually wanting your genes to dominate over other potential males. All I know is that when I think of other women reacting to you as I do, it drives me up the wall with lust, to the point that when I look at other women, I often imagine what they'd look like with your baby inside them and I get so fantastically wet."
"Christ, Mel, you want me to knock-up other women?" I gasped, shocked and embarrassed.
Mel chuckled insincerely, "It's fucked up, I know, and I'm not saying you should go around impregnating everyone, but I can't deny that the thought turns me on."
"Yeah, but that's what I don't get. I have to admit, part of the reason I didn't like Robert is because you were married to him. Even before I knew I wanted you, I always felt a tinge of jealousy when you would have to spend time with him. Like I said, I'd probably kill you and your lover if I found out you were cheating on me. I just feel like a hypocrite when I feel the way I do compared to the way you do."
"There's nothing wrong with the way you feel, David, that's part of what makes you desirable. Like I said about those men you beat up. I didn't see you as a man, David, I saw you as a beast, the king of the jungle, defending his Pride. I saw you protecting YOUR territory against all odds. Perhaps 'protecting' isn't the right word." She said, thoughtfully. "The way you actively went after those men, you weren't protecting your territory, you were asserting it. I always knew you were that kind of man, but to see it in action was overwhelming, to say the least. You see, it's a competition for men, David, and only the strong survive. Women don't respect men who let them sleep around, who won't stand up for themselves and lay claim to her. That's what I mean when I say, 'I'm your bitch', David. I'm yours and yours alone, but I never said that you were mine."
"So you think she has the hots for me?"
"Maybe not in the way I do, but I can assure you, you've had her attention since the moment you walked in here."
"That doesn't mean anything, Mel. It's her job to notice customers."
"Come on, David, I know you're smarter than that." She miffed, "You haven't seen it because you're so caught up in me."
"And there is a problem with that?"
"No, I'm just making a point of fact. I took your virginity a few days ago so it's not surprising I'm the only woman you see right now."
"Right now?" I asked.
"Yes, right now." She answered, "Had the novelty of sex worn off, I have no doubt you'd pick up on the subtle hints. That's what you do, David, you see things."
"What subtle hints?"
"Well, I already told you that she's been checking you out since we arrived, but there is also the fact that she has yet to acknowledge my presence, aside from when she sat us down and called us 'two young people'."
"Well, then she noticed you, didn't she?"
"No." She chuckled. "I may look younger than I am, but if she was paying attention, it would be easy to see I'm still older than you. Subconsciously, she doesn't want to acknowledge me, because deep down inside, she doesn't want to admit that you're taken."
"Wow, you picked up on all that in the few minutes we've been here?" I said, sarcastically.
"No, David. Clearly I'm speculating, but I know how I think and she's doing exactly what I would do if I were in her shoes."
"Oh?"
"Yes." She answered, "Women compete against each other too, David. At the end of the day, we're all just animals and we want the Alpha's attention as much as the next."
"Personally, I think your hormones and fetishes are getting the better of you."
"Maybe, but do me a favor and pay attention to how she behaves around us."
"Okay, I will."
****
About five minutes later, Bonnie came back to our table and unloaded our orders from the serving tray before us. Perhaps there was something to what Mel had been talking about, because I noticed some very interesting things about Bonnie that I hadn't before. For starters, she must have undone another button on her uniform because she seemed to be showing more cleavage. Also, rather than stand at the end of the table to serve us, she stood more on Melanie's side so when she bent over to put our food down, I had a nice view down her chest. Furthermore, when she placed my food and drink down, she made sure to set it down more slowly and deliberately than she did Mel's, making sure to slide my items directly in front of me while just placing Mel's 'within reach'. She also directed her attention to me when she spoke, even when she was addressing the two of us and not once did she look at Mel, but she sure as hell made sure to catch me looking down her tits, though she made no effort to avoid it.
"I hope you find everything to your liking." Bonnie said to me, not us, "If there's anything you need, you just let me know. I have time right now if you want to talk about your aunt and uncle, but the lunch crowd will be starting up here in an hour or so, so I might not be available later, until my shift ends later today."
"Wait, what? 'Aunt' and 'Uncle'?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, your Aunt Audrey and Uncle Bill, Sweetie." She said with a smile, as if it was common knowledge.
"They were my fosters, not my relatives." I corrected her.
"Oh no, Sweetie. They were family. They adopted you from your parents."
I turned to see that Melanie had the same stone cold look of shock as I.
"Huh!" Bonnie gasped, as the realization hit her. "Oh, Sweetie, you actually thought they were foster parents?"
"Well, yeah. Foster parents are all I've ever known."
"No, Sugar, they agreed to adopt you, but then Bill was diagnosed with cancer." She explained, somberly. "He couldn't work and since he was the sole breadwinner, they were going to have a hard enough time with the medical bills that they thought it unfair to burden you. That's why they put you up for foster care. They wanted you to have a shot at a decent childhood." Bonnie looked at the clock quickly before continuing, "Look, it's pretty clear that this is going to need a lot more explanation than what I can do in a few minutes. I'm sorry, Sweetie, but is there anyway you can stick around until around 3 this afternoon? That's when I get off and we can discuss this in a more comfortable setting."
"Uh, yeah... Sure." I said, still dumbfounded.
"Oh, Davey, I'm so sorry you didn't know, but you're here now, that's what matters." She consoled me as she rubbed my forearm, her voice perking back up, "Besides, Audrey will be so excited to see you!" She beamed.
"So she's still in town?" I asked, snapped out of my funk.
"Just come back at 3 pm and we'll go see her, okay?" Bonnie requested.
"Yeah, ok. I guess we can hang out until then."
"Great! I'm looking forward to surprising Audrey with her long-lost nephew and his..." She finally looked over to Mel who until then had all but been invisible.
"Melanie, I'm his girlfriend." She said, smiling, without a hint of animosity toward effectively being ignored this whole time.
"You and Melanie." She said, immediately disregarding Mel's presence to return her attention toward me.
"Great, we'll be here." I said.
The look on Bonnie's face flashed between concern and joy as she looked at me one last time before excusing herself back to her duties. Once she was gone, Mel and I took our time eating as we discussed the bombshell that had been dropped.
"She knows your parents, David!" Mel said, excitedly.
"Yeah, kind of amazing isn't it?" I wondered.
"Yes, but everything about you is amazing." She praised.
I gave her a quick smile, but she couldn't feel what I was feeling. I had a family, a real family, and I was given away to another real family, only to be given away again. I was given or taken away from everyone until I got to Melanie. She was the only family I really knew and now that we were so close, I wasn't sure I wanted to know any more family. It's kind of like, how you never want to meet your idols, because they will never be able to live up to your expectations. Melanie already surpassed any of my expectations and I reasoned she would be an impossible act to follow. Still though, we came all this way and it wasn't to reunite with my family, but to get my name, to become my own man, to escape Robert with his wife. However, Melanie seemed very excited to explore my history further, so I was willing to indulge her in this pursuit. After all, she had been right about so many things and she had only my best interests in mind.
*****
With the anticipation building of finally getting in-touch with my roots, Mel and I had forgotten the discussion we were having about how Bonnie may have inadvertently been flirting with me. With nowhere to go and a few hours to kill, we took a drive out of town, looking for a quite place to be alone. We came upon a small access road, more like a trail, that peeled off down into a wooded glen and stopped at what could only be described as some sort of wildlife monitoring station that no longer seemed to be in use. There were a couple of empty feeders, my guess, they were for deer and some other types of broken down feeders that appeared to be used for various birds and scavengers. Perhaps it was part of some now defunct wildlife initiative used to determine approximate populations based on traffic and consumption. Whatever the actual use, by the degredation of the units, they hadn't been used in a long time.
"It's really pretty out here." Melanie admired, walking around the car to my side, with her arms extended out from her sides as she inhaled deeply the various fragrances of the wild.
"Yes, it is." I agreed, but for a different reason, as I watched Melanie's golden locks glow, illuminated by the sun caught within her flowing strands. In that instant, I remembered what she said about how she imagines other women pregnant with my child and immediately, thought about her having a large swollen belly sticking ridiculously off her tiny frame. I began to become aroused. "Here. Now, slut." I ordered, warmly.
"Oh, right away, Sir!" She sang as she seemed to glide across the ground to me. "You're slut awaits her duty." She cooed, looking up eagerly at me.
I reached down to unfasten her jeans. Melanie tried to help, but I slapped her hands away. "You are not allowed to touch me, slut." I scolded her, "Put your hands behind your back."
"As you wish, Sir." She moaned, tucking her arms against one another behind her.
I roughly jerked her pants and panties down past her ass, but only far enough for me to have access to what laid beind them. I reached up, firmly grabbing Melanie by the back of the neck, giving it a solid squeeze with my vise-like paw. With the other, I slid my middle finger down over her clit, drawing a gasp from Melanie, before continuing between her folds to find her already soaked.
"Damn, you're so wet. How long have you been this wet?" I asked.
"Aah. A better, que... question wou... would be, Ugh. 'Whe... When am I... Ooh. Not wet?'" She stammered, as I massaged her sticky mound with my digits, her breath labored and rapid.
"Have you been like this all morning?"
She nodded emphatically.
Melanie began whimpering and grinding on my hand as I slipped a couple fingers into her breeding tube. I forcefully pulled her against my chest as I manipulated her from the inside, causing her to moan and rub vigorously against me. I could feel her lust as it ran down my fingers, pooling in my palm as I poked and prodded her, up and down, back and forth, stretching and pulling, making the hole bend to my will.
"Huh, ho, ugn." She moaned, slamming her hips back and forth on my hand.
"Do you want to cum?" I asked.
"YES! OH, GOD, YES!" She cried, "SO CLOSE NOW!"
I slipped my fingers from her twat, much to Melanie's dismay.
"PLEASE!" She begged.
I began swatting her slimy slit causing wet echoes to bounce off the trees all around us.
"EH! MAH! UNF! MHM!" She yelped with each strike.
"Silence, whore. Did I tell you to speak?" I gave her a solid whack right on her clit, nearly doubling her over.
She cried out a muffled moan, biting her lip to keep them from opening as she shook her head vigorously.
"Slut's don't get to cum without permission, do they?"
She shook her head again.
"I thought since we have time, I might continue seeding my cow. Do you want to be seeded, cow?" I teased, alternating between rubbing and slapping Melanie's crying cunt.
She screamed from within as she nodded, nearly jumping up and down as her hips thrust uncontrollably, desperate to receive the 'tough love' I was being so generous with.
While banging away on her pussy, keeping Melanie on the edge of orgasm, I yanked her head back violently so I could look into her helpless eyes. "Take my cock out, but that's it."
Before she finished nodding in compliance, I could feel her little fingers deftly at work getting my jeans down and fishing out my enraged erection. Once free, she quickly returned her hands to where they belong, behind her back. Her eyes bulged with desire and need for orgasm as tears ran freely from the corners of her eyes, that were responding to punishment I was administering to her womanhood.
"You're fucking sick, do you realize that?" I barked at her.
Melanie eked, as she nearly lost control of herself. My hand now literally splashing her juices with each strike.
"You're a dirty filthy animal, Mel." I continued to berate her. "I must be out of my fucking mind to want to put my majestic cock in a worthless cow like you."
"I'M SORRRRRRYYYYYY! AAAAAHAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!" She belted out, bawling her eyes out as her orgasm gushed from within spilling all over my hand, splashing and dripping everywhere.
I held her close again, holding her up, as her legs buckled beneath her. Her hips on autopilot, continuing to hammer away on their own as the rest of her body convulsed and shook. I ceased spanking her pussy and instead, held it and massaged it gently as Mel laid crumpled against me, whimpering and sobbing in her pain and humilation induced orgasm. Although she disobeyed me and orgasmed anyway, I had to give her credit as she did manage to keep her hands behind her the entire time.
With my ragdoll still recovering, I released her pussy and took my cock in hand. I brought it to her battered hole and began slathering her juices all along it. Weakly, Melanie tried to grind against it, feeling her Master, her God, so close to her once again. When I was sufficiently lubed, I reached behind her with both hand, taking her tiny ass near the top of her thighs and lifted her up. I made sure to lean back so I could keep her weight over me, not sure if she had the where-with-all to maintain her own balance. With my hands where they were, her legs naturally bent and I was able to bring her knees up so her pants would be out of the way when I was ready to insert. I pressed her against the side of the car, holding her in place while I stabbed blindly with my cock, seeking her cunt. I wasn't sure if Melanie was still riding her orgasm or was just playing limp for my sake, perhaps to feed some sort of drunk rape or necrophilia fantasy, but either way, she provided little reaction when my tip found purchase in the cleft of her readied hole.
My questions about her awareness were answered when I began pushing inside her, bringing about a sharp gasp and body twitches as she reacted to the intrusion. As before, I slid up carefully, but deliberately. until I pressed against her cervix, then I pressed even more, pushing it upwards.
"AAAAHHHH!" Melanie cried out.
I pulled back, "Did that hurt?" I asked, disingenously.
She quickly nodded.
"You want me to do it again, don't you?"
She nodded even quicker.
"Yeah, that's right. You know your place, don't you, cow?"
She nodded again.
I pressed upwards, again pushing her cervix up into her uterus. I could hear Melanie's muffled shrieks of pain as she was determined not to cry out and instead, let me ruin that which was mine to ruin.
"Good girl, I might make a decent breeder out of you yet." I whispered sharply into her ear.
I could feel her essence running down my shaft, trickling over my balls as I slowly pulled my cockhead back to her entrance. I stabbed up into her sharply, ramming her cervix yet again. Melanie threw her head back grunting in her suffering, her face contorted by agony. I then sped up my pace, bringing my cock to bump it lightly rather than smash into it, sending Melanie into fits.
"That's my hole too, slut." I said, as my cock tapped away on the gateway to her uterus.
Melanie, still not allowed to speak, could only grunt her enthusiastic agreement.
"You want to cum again, don't you?" I asked, "I can feel you clenching on me."
More nodding and grunting.
"Listen, slut. Listen closely." I said before becoming silent.
I leaned back a bit, allowing the sound to pass up between us. Soon, all that could be heard was the sloppy, sloshing and plopping as my piston pushed and pulled in and out of her vaginal cocksocket. Melanie leaned her head forward, resting it on my chest, listening to the sound of our sex.
"That's the sound your babyhole makes when it's getting fed." I whispered, "Right now she's salivating and it's getting churned up into a creamy white froth by my cock. Poor thing is literally gagging on her owner, isn't she, slut?"
Melanie whimpered, desperate to cum, nodding furiously against my chest.
"Such a greedy and hungry little babyhole, isn't she? Should I give her her milk?"
Melanie answered with growling moans, her head banging on me as she struggled against her bodies desire to be satisfied.
"You can cum and you can talk, but only when she gets fed, understood?"
Muffled screams of anguish eminated from within Melanie, she needed release, badly... And so did I.
I picked up my pace, my balls tightening, my cock swelling, preparing to bathe her womb in my seed. Melanie matched my breathing, synching with me, ready to explode when I did.
"UGH!" I roared, as my first blast seemed to fire in slow motion through my length before speeding up to realtime as it splashed the back of Melanie's cunt.
"AAAAAAAH!" She screamed, finally free to release in more ways than one.
Without use of her hands, Melanie rubbed her cheek against me rapidly in a desperate attempt to have contact with me. I felt her own blast of fluids pulsing out from her urethra with each wave of her orgasm matching my own ejections deep inside her. By the time we had both returned from our orgasmic bliss, I could feel her fluids literally dripping off of my balls, almost like water. I lifted her off of my cock and gently put her back on her feet.
"Show me what a well-trained mommy you're going to be, slut." I told her.
"For you, the best mommy... Daddy." She smiled slyly, dropping to her knees to clean me.
As Melanie tended to her 'motherly duties', I enjoyed the show of watching globs of my semen that had worked its way down her gaping hole drip into her pants and panties. "Maybe I'll need to find a second slut. Someone to clean your holes while you clean me, eh?" I said, smiling and stroking my lovely girl as she sucked and slurped.
"Mmm, maybe Bonnie?" Mel moaned.
I laughed, "She's my aunt, Mel, that kind of makes her off-limits."
"Meh, if you say so, Daddy."
"It's 'Daddy' now, huh?"
"You keep filling me up like this, it will be, Daddy."
She finished her duties, but there was still the incredible mess we created that had pretty much soiled our jeans and underwear completely. In addition, Mel was probably going to be leaking me from her pussy for the rest of the day, so we decided to pull a change of clothes and a towel for Mel. She changed into a denim mini-skirt, which wasn't that out of place here in the country. By wearing the skirt, she would be able to go commando, and sit on the towel with the skirt hiked up. As long as we weren't pulled over and she was allowed to put panties on and pull the skirt down before getting out of the car, we'd be fine. As we were making our way back to town, there was a little point of issue that I needed to discuss with Mel.
"So what was with the 'meh' when I mentioned that I couldn't fuck Bonnie?" I asked.
"I just don't see why you couldn't." She answered.
"I don't know, maybe because she's family?" I said, sarcastically.
"So? I think it would make it even hotter."
"That's incest, Mel. There are laws against that besides, it's wrong."
"Says who?" She asked, turning to face me and proping her leg up, giving me a nice view of her tiny slot, sticky with cum that she'd ocassionally dip a finger into before bringing to her mouth.
"Wow, uh, society and pretty much everyone and didn't I just mention that it was against the law?"
"Yes, you did, but as long as you don't tell the police you're doing it and if she's up for it, no problem. As far as society goes, who cares? Society is just a bunch of people who think they know better than you, about what is best for you." Melanie argued before bringing a scoop of goo to her mouth and sucking it off her fingers. "Mmm, this is good. I can actually feel your seed sliding down my vaginal walls, Daddy."
"Daddy? Really? While we're talking about incest, you call me 'Daddy'?"
Melanie shrugged her shoulders before sticking her hand back down between her legs for more of her tasty treat. "I thought it fitting, Daddy." She said, flashing a wicked smile.
"This topic is starting to wierd me out, Mel."
"Why is that, David? You've had no issue banging your foster mother."
"That's different. Keyword being 'foster'."
"You've mentioned on more than one ocassion that you see me as your mother, not foster mother, David." She said, matter-of-factly, as she brought another helping of clam chowder to her mouth.
"It's still different, Mel, and you know it."
"David, even if you were my biological son, I'd still want to fuck you." She said with assertion, catching me offguard, causing me to swerve a bit.
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Think about it, David. We were able to share a very special bond as mother and son, while you were growing up. You were my world then and you're my world now, nothing has changed in that regard. It's just now, I love you as man and woman and it's only strengthened our bond, has it not?"
"Well, I guess so." I said, sheepishly. I knew I was losing this argument, because Melanie was totally right. I did love her as a mother and a lover. She and I did have a special bond that could only be known between a son and his mother. And that bond did grow and strengthen when we became lovers. I had nothing to refute her argument other than meaningless talking points like society. "But what if it goes too far?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" She responded, sucking another glob from her fingertips.
"Well, you're probably pregnant, Mel, and there's equal chances it's going to be a girl."
"And?"
"AND, she's going to look a lot like you and have similar personality traits and I'm desperately in love with you and desire you..." I trailed off, leaving Melanie to pick up the scent.
"And you're worried you'll want to screw your daughter?" She asked, giving me both barrels of bluntness straight to the face.
"Well, yeah."
"So what?" She said, "Do you have any idea what I'd give to be your birth mother? To share a bond of flesh and blood with the man I worship and not one written on some legal document? Wouldn't you rather I be your real mother and not a foster?"
I tried to think about it, but the answer was really just too simple, "Yes."
"So why on Earth would I want to deny that kind of bond between our daughter and her Father, why would you?"
"I don't know, it just seems, off."
Melanie put her leg down and sighed, "Baby, I love you more than life itself. I know it sounds fucked up and as you said, most people would be against it, but most people never give themselves the change to have that bond. I am who I am mostly because of you, David. I've always been submissive, but you brought out so much more of me that I never knew was there. My relationship with you, past and present, opened my eyes to things that I never knew I wanted before. I never wanted to watch Robert have sex with another woman, let alone, impregnate her and I certainly never entertained the idea of incest, but since you came into my life, all that has changed. I see love in a whole new light and frankly, I can't imagine life any other way now. Even though you were not born from my womb, David, you ARE my Son AND my Master."
"I..." I had nothing to add, there was no point, she was right, as she always was.
Melanie put her hand on my forearm and squeezed, getting my attention. She took my arm and guided my hand down over her womb. "I want you to have whatever you desire, Daddy. No one will ever love her as much as I know you will and no one will protect her as much as I know you will. She, like her mother, belongs to you." Melanie took my hand and raised it to her lips, kissing softly all over, nuzzling her face against my palm. I stroked her.
*****
We pulled into the diner at a little before 3 pm. As small as the town was, we were pretty sure Bonnie walked to work, but we were going to offer her a ride anyway. Mel and I got out and made room in the backseat. Being that Mel was the smallest, I had her sit back there. Not that Mel would argue with me, but she seemed more than willing to do so if only to put my busty aunt in the front seat with me, sitting over the same area she had been leaking cum onto for the past half hour. Bonnie stepped outside to holler at us that she was about to get off and would be out in a few minutes. True to her word, she was exiting the diner and walked over to the car where Mel and I were standing.
"Wow, I can't get over how much bigger you are than your little girlfriend there, Davey." She observed. Given what Mel had told me earlier about Bonnie, I assumed she was taking a dig at her size to mean 'inadequate'. "She looks more like your little sister than girlfriend. Give aunt Bonnie a hug."
Feeling bold, I accepted Bonnie's embrace and closed my arms around her quite a bit tighter than I did before, letting my hands drop to her lower back. I wanted to see how long she would hold the embrace before breaking it. Even though I had just emptied my balls into Melanie's sweet honeypot less than an hour ago, the feeling of Bonnie's massive chesticles and the image of stuffing my club up her ample dumper had me stirring again. This time though, I let her feel it growing against her. To my surprise, she didn't break the embrace. Instead, she looked up at me, smiling.
"You must spend a lot of time hugging this hunk, huh, Melanie?" She asked, looking at me, a gleam in her eye before turning to look at Mel.
"Oh yeah, it's one of my favorite spots." Mel responded with a heafty dose of enthusiasm.
"I bet." Bonnie said, finally breaking the embrace, but drawing her hands across my body as she brought them back around, up my chest, over my shoulders and down my arms. "Holy shit, Davey, you're built like a goddamn tank!" She admired, her eyes and hands getting their fill. "You still have that cute face though and those pretty blue eyes." She added, rubbing her hand on my cheek. "You're one lucky little girl, Melanie." Bonnie said, turning her body to face her, but I think she did it so she had a reason to press against my half-hard cock again.
"You have no idea." Melanie answered, her innocent smile concealing the filthy thoughts of incestuous acts between Bonnie and I.
"I know you probably don't have that far to go in such a small town, but we'd like to give you a ride to Audrey's, Bonnie." I said, ushering her to the passenger side. Melanie led the way and was getting ready to hop in the backseat.
"Oh, Audrey doesn't live in town anymore. She had to sell the house after Bill died and moved in with me." She said, taking the hand I offered her as I held the door open to help her in. The look on Melanie's face didn't help my libido as she was more eager for me to fuck Bonnie than I was. "That's my truck over there." She said, pointing to an old beat up Ford.
"Oh, well, would you rather drive and we follow?" I offered.
"And turn down a free ride?" She smirked as I caught her glace toward my bulge. I swear, at that moment, I had to be the only one that was actively trying to not think about sex.
Melanie got in the backseat as I walked around the car and got in. As the car started up, the radio had already been set to the local classic rock station, which made Bonnie happy.
"Nice taste in music, Davey." She nodded with a smile.
"He prefers David now that he's a man." Melanie chimed in, emphasizing the word 'man', the little minx.
"Oh, okay, David." Bonnie corrected herself. "I guess your girlfriend is right, Davey isn't a man's name, is it?"
"Yeah, I guess not." I said, slamming it into gear and pulling to the exit. "Which way?"
"Right, David." She said, another smirk on her face and another peek at my thigh.
"So, you and Audrey are sisters?" Melanie piped in from the back.
"Yep, she's my big sister. She just had her forty-sixth birthday last month, old hag." Bonnie chuckled at own joke. "I won't be celebrating my forty-first, until January."
It was pretty clear what Melanie had said was true about women competing against one another. Bonnie had only looked at Mel when she wanted Mel to see her pressed up against me and she felt a sense of superiority by riding shotgun with Melanie in the back. Now, she was pre-emptively setting herself up over her sister by making it clear she was the younger of the two. Furthermore, she must have shifted the hem of her waitress uniform up while I was walking around to the driver's side because I could clearly see the bottom of the fringe on the stockings she wore and she had another button undone. Bonnie crossed her legs so the hem would ride up just a little bit higher and shifted in her seat to face me more. It was clear she knew how to seduce a man, but I'm sure most of the men she seduced would probably fuck anything with a pulse, judging by what must have been available in such a small town.
"So, Bonnie?" Mel chimed in, "You said Audrey lives with you? That's got to be a bit inconvenient for you and your husband?"
I loved Mel. She knew just what to say and just when to say it. By asking that question herself, she made sound sincere and not like a come-on if I were to ask it, although, given the signals Bonnie had been sending, I doubt she would've been offended had I asked.
I could feel Bonnie's eyes burning into my groin when she answered, "No, I'm not married. I divorced the S.O.B. about ten years ago when he tried sleeping with Audrey and boyfriend selection has always been pretty weak around here."
I hadn't realized until we got back in the car just how much it smelled of sex. There was no way Bonnie could miss it, especially since she was sitting right where the smell had originated. Furthermore, Melanie was still wearing her skirt and was most likely still leaking and her poor panties wouldn't come close to being enough to hold back the moisture. It also didn't help that when I looked over my shoulder at Mel, she had her legs wide open and was reaching in between them, getting a little more of her 'treat' to stick in her mouth. Christ, I was in a bad way. I needed to redirect the conversation.
"So, Bonnie, are you and Audrey my mom's or my dad's sisters?"
"Neither, we were in-laws. Bill was your mother's brother and Audrey married Bill. So technically, we're not really related." Bonnie said with a bit more enthusiasm than she might wished.
I knew half of Melanie's lust-bubble was burst by that revelation, but it made me feel better, until I realized that she might not even have contact with my parents anymore.
"So, do you know my parents then? Do you or Audrey keep in touch?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't and I don't think Audrey has either, though she might know where they lived when you were born and they might still be there for all we know."
"I'm sorry, I can understand that maybe you don't know much about Bill's side of the family, but how is it that Audrey doesn't?" I asked, concerned about the lack of family knowledge.
"Bill was always pretty distant from his family. He didn't talk about them, he didn't maintain any sort of relationship or connection with them. I mean, he didn't speak ill of them either, but you could certainly tell there was no love lost between them."
The conversation soon drifted away from the topic, back to subtle flirting and Bonnie trying to learn more about my relationship with Mel. She thought she was being sly as she would ask seemingly nonchalant questions, but was actually probing our bond, looking for weak points that she might use to her advantage later. Melanie was more than happy to oblige her by playing along.
Melanie was quite a bit smaller than Bonnie, looking more like an early to mid-twenty something with the body of a developing teenager, while Bonnie was all woman with just a bit more tacked on. I noticed in this part of the country men did seem to prefer women with a little meat on them as opposed to the Southwestern part of the country where fit women like Melanie were in higher demand. Bonnie, assuming she was the wiser, more mature and more womanly of the two, used her perceived advantages to make herself appear to be more desirable. If Melanie had been a typical woman, she might not have noticed what Bonnie was up to or become catty with jealousy, but Mel wasn't a typical woman. Using her young looks and diminutive size, she played along with Bonnie, stroking her ego, making her feel like the Alpha bitch. It was clear that Mel wanted me to have the best possible shot at banging this chick so she made sure Bonnie had a false sense of security. I even played along as well, by giving Bonnie my attention and hanging on her every word as if I was enchanted by her womanly charms. Melanie and I made a great team.
*****
After about twenty minutes of driving, I pulled onto a gravel drive that led to a rather large and nice looking farmhouse. Bonnie explained how she could afford such a nice place on a waitresses pay, because it was her ex-husbands family home. He was a forth generation farmer and had inherited the property from his father. John wasn't interested in keeping up the family business and sold most of the arable land, planning on living a life of comfort. Bonnie admitted that she married John for the money and as a result, forgave his regular extra marital affairs that he tried to hide from her. I had to give her credit, at least when it came to self-preservation, as she had kept tons of evidence of his infidelity stashed in hiding, should the day come that she needed it. That day came a little over ten years ago when she learned that he was planning on trading her in for a younger model. Bonnie acted pre-emptively by getting her sister to flirt with John, hoping he'd make a move. When he did, Bonnie caught him in his attempt at seduction and had him served soon after. With the mountain of evidence and the testimony of her sister, it was a slamdunk case. She was awarded the house and property and most of his savings, for emotional damages resulting from harrassing her sister who was still mourning the loss of her own husband. It was bullshit, of course, but the courts bought it and the last she heard of John was that he squandered what he had left on booze and bitches and was living on the streets of Saint Louis.
It occured to me then that Bonnie was not to be underestimated, despite how simple she came across as. Perhaps she was like me, smart, but preferring to play dumb so people would overplay their hand. Of course, from her deion, John didn't seem like much of a Garry Kasparov and pulling one over on him didn't sound like much of a feat. Still though, I needed to tread carefully going forward, as I certainly didn't trust Bonnie, regardless of how sweet and sincere she sounded.
"Here we are." Bonnie said, as I pulled behind what I assumed to be Audrey's car parked in front of the garage, next to the house.
"I love your home." Melanie said, getting out of the car and looking around. "This is like heaven."
"Yep, it's real quiet out here too. Hardly ever any traffic on these roads, unless it's planting or harvesting time, then it can get a bit noisy." Bonnie informed, as she walked around the car to my side.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around my right, nearly dragging me along, as she led me to the door at the back of the house, leaving Melanie to bring up the rear, forgotten.
"Audrey's going to lose her shit when she sees it's you, David!" Bonnie said, excitedly.
Bonnie opened the back door to the house which led into a small utility room that doubled as a foyer, leading to a dining room and the kitchen with a door that led to the basement. From what I could see, everything looked clean, but it was clear a lot of the original structure was renovated. The kitchen had tiled floors, but the mini-foyer and dining room had old, but refinished wood floors. It was a mix of modern appliances and luxuries with century old architecture. A fine mix of old and new worlds.
"HEY, AUD!" Bonnie belted out at the top of her lungs, "WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I'm upstairs!" I heard Audrey yell back, though not nearly as unnecessarily as loud as Bonnie was.
"HURRY DOWN TO THE KITCHEN! I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU!" She hollered, as we moved into the kitchen, Bonnie offering us seats at the breakfast table.
"I'll be down in a minute, Jesus!" Audrey shouted back, obviously annoyed by Bonnie's over-the-top voice.
"NO, GET DOWN HERE NOW, IT'S IMPORTANT!" Bonnie yelled, her patience wearing thin.
"FINE!" Audrey answered, "I'll be right down."
Smiling broadly, Bonnie turned to face us, doing a small jump, like a child eager to show off their 'artwork' from school. "Can I get you something to drink? A beer, perhaps?"
"No, I've never drank before. I'll take a soda if you have one, though." I said.
"Nonsense, a big guy like you can handle a brew, no problem." She protested, heading to the fridge.
"We don't drink." Melanie chimed in.
"Who are you, his mother?" She joked back.
Bonnie's tone suggested she was just kidding, but for a female contending for the attention of the Alpha male, it was clearly intended to be a shot across the bow. Melanie and I couldn't help, but smile at each other at just how close Bonnie's slight was to the mark. It was clear that Melanie chose that opportunity to come between Bonnie and I, but not out of jealousy per se. No, she did it to mildly rile up Bonnie, to spur her jealousy, to goad her into such a reaction, forcing her, though ever so slightly, to commit more of herself to her desire to want me, to fight for me.
When I said Mel and I made a great team, I did so without a lot of explanation. From the time I came to live with the Hensons, Mel and I have always had incredible chemistry. We had an ability to ad lib better than most could with a . With a wink or a look, we could easily exchange thoughts and ideas. We were so well in-tune and of like mind that it was easy to see how Mel had been manipulating Bonnie this entire time in my favor. Just by her little remark and a look on her face, I knew what she was trying to accomplish.
