Bab 1251: @2
A harried looking newscaster was staring into the camera, "We have breaking about a major incident at New York's largest airport. Reports are still coming in from John F. Kennedy Airport about a major accident involving two aircraft this afternoon. Eyewitness accounts of the events are still sketchy at this point, and a full investigation by the NTSB is pending, but preliminary reporting would seem to support the facts that a Boeing 737 was coming in for a landing while a private jet, apparently a Cessna Citation, was preparing for takeoff on the same runway. According to sources in the industry, this is called a runway incursion and has occurred before, though these events are quite rare. Unfortunately, we must report that there were no survivors on either plane. No names have been released at this time pending the notification of loved ones ..."
"Oh my God," Lucy said next to him. "I ... I don't believe it ... can it be true?"
"I'm afraid so," he whispered. "They confirmed the tail number of dad's plane on the phone. They're ... they're gone."
"Oh, Jason, what are we going to do?"
He looked at her, his heart broken at the loss of his family, but still filled with the love he felt for Lucy. "We—you and I—are going to move on. We're going to do what mum and dad—what our family—would want us to do. We're going to continue living. We're going to continue running the business, and we're going to ..." he suddenly broke down, sobbing.
"It's alright," she managed to whisper, "let it all out," and she also cried, holding him close.
*****
They sat that there for some time, numbed by the enormity of the events. Several hours had passed and it suddenly occurred to Lucy that they should probably be at the airport. Jason shook his head, "No," he said. "They don't want us there."
"Why?" she was confused, tears welling up again. "I don't understand."
"It ... the guy who called ... he was from the Port Authority, they have jurisdiction over the airport. The NTSB will be conducting a full investigation and, as he said, there's nothing for us to see or do. We'd only be getting in the way."
Lucy nodded, her mind grappling with the idea of a life without her mother, sister, and brother-in-law. She looked at Jason, "At least I still have you," she whispered, leaning against him as she clasped his hand.
"Don't worry, my dear," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll never leave you."
"Really," she said, "do you mean that?"
He looked at her, nodding, "Let me ask you something," he shook his head, "no, never mind."
"Please, ask," she encouraged. "I could use a distraction right now," she wiped her eyes with a tissue.
"Well ..." he hesitated, "I was just wondering ..."
"Go on ..."
"How many people know about us?" he finally asked.
Lucy looked taken aback, "What do you mean, 'know about'?"
Jason smiled, "I mean, know about you and I being related. About you being my mother's sister?"
"Oh. That."
"Yes. That." He looked at her, a serious look etched on his face.
Lucy suddenly jerked away from him, "Oh my God! I don't believe it," she exclaimed. "You know, I think you might be on to something."
He nodded, "I thought as much, Ms. Mackinaw."
Lucy blushed at the use of her family name. Jason's plan had suddenly become clear to her. Since he was a year younger, they had never been in the same classes at school, and even if their teachers had been the same, they had never said anything about being related. It just had not seemed like a cool thing to talk about when they were younger. While Jason's family had become quite prominent because of Bane Inc., the Mackinaw family was a relatively unknown commodity. Even though Lucy had worked at the business, Jack had never introduced her to anyone as his sister-in-law; she had always wanted to prove to everyone that she deserved to be there on her own merits, something she had done by uncovering the CFO's crimes.
Now, out of the tragic loss of their families, she wondered whether it might be possible to use those circumstances to—no, she shook her head, it was impossible.
"You're shaking your head," Jason was saying.
"I was just thinking ..."
"Who knows, Luce?" he asked again, taking her hand in his, caressing her palm.
"Jason ..." she gulped, "we ..." she stopped, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life. She was devastated at the loss of her family, but right now, at this instant, the only thing she could think of was the comfort she would receive from—and the comfort she would give—the amazing young man sitting next to her.
A sudden resolve flooded over her, "Do you remember that day at the lake?" she knew it was a stupid question.
He nodded, still caressing her hand.
"Good. Do you remember what you told me, about being in charge?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"Good. What did you say?"
He cleared his throat, grinned, "I said, no matter what happens, you will always be in charge ... would it help if I committed to make you the CEO of Bane Inc.?"
Lucy laughed, "I don't think that will be necessary ... at least, not yet. I'll settle for being in charge in other areas, for now." Holding his hand, she stood up from the couch and led him to the stairs. "Would you mind carrying my suitcase up to your room?"
"You're the boss," he whispered, leaning toward her to give her a kiss.
"Yes," she responded, kissing him with more passion than she had ever had in the past. "I am. You just remember that, alright?"
His tented cargo shorts were impossible to ignore, "No ... problem," he gasped, turning away so he could carry the suitcase up the stairs.
When they reached the top of the stairs they stopped for a second, a few steps away from the door to his room, "What's the matter?" Lucy asked, a concerned look spreading across her beautiful face.
"It just occurred to me, we don't have to ..." his voice trailed off. "Come with me," he took her hand and picked the suitcase up with his free hand, leading her toward the end of the long hallway.
"We can't go in there, it's your ..."
"My parent's room?" His voice had darkened. "Yeah. Right. Not after today. I don't intend on turning this place into a mausoleum. My family always believed that life is for the living. Haven't you ever heard the famous quote by Epicurus?"
Lucy smiled. She knew that Jason had always been more than handsome, he was exceptionally bright. He could have pursued any career, but business ran in his blood. He had also read many books on philosophy, and any number of other subjects, and was, in every sense of the word, a true renaissance man. "Tell me," she encouraged.
"Epicurus wrote, and I quote, 'Why should I fear death? If I am, then death is not. If death is, then I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not? Long time men lay oppressed with slavish fear. Religious tyranny did domineer. At length the mighty one of Greece began to assent the liberty of man,' end quote." He looked at her and tried to smile, but she looked away. "What's the matter?"
"Do you really believe that?"
He thought about it for a second, then nodded, "Yes, I think so. I mean, I've never been much on organized religion, and I can't really think all that much about some big all-knowing, all-loving thing in the sky that allows a bunch of innocent people to die in some ridiculous accident on a runway, can you?"
She shook her head, "No, I don't suppose I can," fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. "But ..."
"You can't help but think about heaven, right?"
She nodded.
"Look, sweetheart, you've taken the bio classes, just like I did. You know that when the electrical impulses stop reaching the brain, that's it—the organism dies," he reached out and switched the lights off, plunging them into darkness. "Game over. People have reported seeing lights during near death experiences. Scientists have explained this as the residual electrical impulses that take place in the last few seconds before resuscitation. People who have experienced this say they have experienced journeys to heaven, that long periods of time have passed, but time is impossible to quantify when you are unconscious."
She giggled, something that felt good to her, even in the darkness, "Yes, I know," she said softly. "Turn the lights back on, please."
He did, then took her hand again and led her into the bedroom. "This," he gestured to the master suite, "will be our room."
In her typical fashion, Lisa had put fresh linens on the bed before their departure. Jason also knew that the ensuite bathroom would have clean towels laid out, ready for their return. He shook his head, trying to purge the sadness that threatened to overwhelm him.
Sensing his shifting mood Lucy looked up at him, "We don't ..."
"No," he turned toward her, taking her in his arms, holding her close, "if you want to, I do too. We ... we can help each other, get through this, don't you think?" He wanted her, but he also knew that their being together would help them both heal.
"Yes, I do." It was the only thing she could manage to say.
Jason grinned, "Oh, Lucy," he kissed her, "you can't know how much I've wanted to hear you say those words."
Lucy experienced a sudden rush between her legs as she realized what had happened. She had just said 'I do' to Jason, though not during a wedding ceremony, and she was about to give him something that no other man had ever had—something no other man would ever had—and, despite the circumstances, she was genuinely pleased with the situation.
"Promise me one thing," she managed to say.
"Anything," he whispered.
"No matter what happens, promise me that you'll still love me when we're finished?"
Jason took a step backward, looking at Lucy with bemusement, "Are you kidding me? If the investigators called up and told me that you were responsible for that accident—something I wouldn't believe for an instant—I would STILL love you more than anyone in this world, I would still want to be with you more than anyone in this world," he paused, licking his lips. "To tell you the truth, Lucy, if we only ever kissed and did what we did this afternoon, holding hands and hugging, I would still want to spend my life with you."
Lucy was shocked. She had never heard a man exclaim such heartfelt dedication toward her. "You would give up the prospect of having sex just to be with me?"
Jason blushed, "Well ... I'm not saying I wouldn't use other means to relieve the tension," he chuckled.
This time it was Lucy's turn to blush. "Perhaps I'd be able to help you with that," her eyes went down to the now familiar bulge in his shorts.
"That would be nice," he said, his voice husky.
"I certainly hope it would be more than nice," she mocked, taking a step toward him. "Here, why don't I help you with those shorts, they look a bit ... uncomfortable." Without another word she unbuttoned them and slid them over his hips, releasing his engorged manhood in the process. Unsurprisingly, Jason had not been wearing any underwear, so his cock sprang free like a giant spring, nearly striking her in the face as she pulled them down.
"Mmm ... somebody wants some attention," she muttered, getting only her second look at Jason's engorged organ since that day at the lake. As much as she wanted the massive rod stuffed inside her sopping cunt—yes, she thought to herself, it's your cunt, and you're a little slut, going after your sister's little boy—she wanted to taste him, to devour him, to suck back his seed. She wanted to feel the strength of his manhood pulsating in her mouth, her throat, between her hands as he fucked her face for the first time. She wanted to lose her virginity to Jason in every conceivable way. If not all at once, today, then over the next few days, but it was going to happen, of that she was certain.
After all, she was in charge.
"Oh Jesus," Jason exclaimed, shocked by the soft wetness of Lucy's mouth as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. He knew she had never been with another man, at least, she had never said anything about having lost her virginity to him, and this was the last thing he had ever imagined she would be doing to him. Well, that wasn't entirely true: he had imagined her doing many things to him and with him, but he could have never imagined that the first thing she would do would be to take his massive dick into her sweet mouth. As she continued to lick and suck his cock-head, using her saliva to begin the luxurious stroking of his dick, he was shocked to see that more and more of his hardness was going down her luscious throat.
Lucy was kneeling, taking over half of Jason's eleven-inch erection into her mouth, down her throat, giving him the blowjob he had never dreamed possible. He clutched at her hair, running his fingers through her silky blonde locks, caressing her face as he gave the smallest thrusts to compliment her movements against his cock. It amazed him that Lucy could manage to fit something so thick into her mouth and down her throat, but, for now, he was only focused on what was happening, not how she had learned her technique. There would be time for questions later.
Her exquisite hands were stroking along his shaft, cupping his balls, making him feel as though his entire body was about to erupt in the largest, most violent, intense orgasm he had ever experienced, but he didn't want it to end, not just yet. With every ounce of restraint he could muster he stopped his own thrusts, as small as they had been, and focused his attention on what Lucy was doing, watching as her lips encompassed the circumference of his penis. He watched as the veins bulged, looking as though they would burst from the pressure of the blood that engorged the enraged organ. As much as he wanted this moment to last, Jason knew he was about to explode.
"Lu ... Luce ... Lucy, I'm ... going ... to ... going ... to ... going ... to ... cum ..." he finally managed to say between gasps of pleasure.
"Mmm hmmm ..." she responded, the sound vibrating over his shaft. She released his erection for only a second, "Fill me," she commanded.
That was all he needed as she took him back in her mouth. Once she began to suck on him again he began to explode, his orgasm sending streams of hot liquid down his aunt's throat, into her hungry stomach.
"Oh ... fuck!" he cried out, his legs threatening to buckle as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Jason had been busy with his coursework and had not had an orgasm in several days, so he knew that this eruption would be larger than usual. Jet after jet of creamy spunk filled Lucy's throat and mouth as she continued to suck, nearly overwhelming her as she was careful to clean off every last drop. She had never tasted it before, but in that instant Lucy knew that she was one of those women that truly enjoyed the taste of a man's cum—at least, she enjoyed the taste of her man.
"Oh, sweetie," she said, rising to her feet, licking her lips, "that was ..."
"Amazing," he finished for her, giving her a kiss. He could taste the saltiness of his cum in her mouth and found it exhilarating.
"Actually, I was going to say 'delicious,' but amazing works too," she giggled, undoing the remaining buttons on her sundress before allowing it to slip off her shoulders, onto the floor. She stood there, in front of him, wearing only her panties and bra.
"Do you approve?" she asked, spinning around to show off the skimpy undergarments. They were both white, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts had grown a bit since that day at the lake. Now, instead of being the size of peaches they were just a bit larger, perhaps a large navel orange. As Jason looked at them he thought of nothing he wanted to do more than peel them and taste their sweetness. Sensing his thoughts, Lucy reached around her back and unclasped the garment, allowing it to join the sundress on the floor.
"That better?" she asked as her nephew's eyes widened in admiration. He had shown her his magnificent cock when they were at the lake, but she had never reciprocated by showing him her tits. True, he had never asked, but she had always thought that it would have only been fair, even if it may have led to something they might have regretted.
Jason nodded, unable to take his eyes away from what he had been imagining for so many years. "Yes ... you're so beautiful," he murmured.
Lucy blushed, "Thank you."
He made a move toward her, but she held up her hand, "Not yet," she smiled. "These," she gestured to her panties, "have to come off as well." She slipped off the panties, "You can't imagine how uncomfortable it is to wear a pair of wet panties for so long." She tried to toss them aside, but he surprised her and snatched them out of her hand.
"What ..."
"I want to inspect them," he chuckled, holding them to his nose. "Oh ... they smell ... delightful ..." he inhaled deeply, holding eye contact with her the entire time. After letting the panties fall to the floor he took her in his arms again and, for the first time in his life, gave her the type of embrace and kiss that he had really wanted to: one unhindered by clothing.
Their bodies began to intertwine, their hands began to explore one another while their tongues danced with each other inside their mouths. As they enjoyed this initial exploration of each other's bodies they slow danced toward the bed, with Jason backing up to it so that he felt the back of his knees hit the mattress. This was his cue to pull Lucy down on top of him as he lay himself down on the large king-sized mattress.
"Wait," Lucy said, breaking the kiss.
As much as Jason did not want to stop, he had put Lucy in charge. "Yes, my love?"
"Get up for a second," she said, raising herself off the man she wanted more than anything.
A confused look came over his face, but he complied. After the hummer he had just received from this amazing woman he was not about to argue with anything she said. Once he was off the bed, Lucy grabbed the feather duvet and yanked it off the bed. "Wouldn't want to get this all dirty now, would we?" She winked at him lasciviously as she folded the expensive bed covering and placed it on the chair in the corner of the room. His mother had loved that thing, but it was quite impractical during the summer, unless the air conditioning was on overdrive.
"That's my Luce," he grinned, "always being practical." He took her into his arms again and, this time, lowered her to the bed. Now he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and nothing was going to stop him, unless Lucy said the magic word.
Once she was on her back he gently used his hands to spread her legs, giving him his first unobstructed view of her pussy. He was surprised at how beautiful it was, her neatly trimmed bush looking like an ornament atop the most precious flower. He had seen hundreds, probably thousands of them online, but hers was perfect. It looked like a delicate orchid, waiting to be plucked. Her lips, the petals, were poking out, and they looked as though they were blushing, just slightly rosy. He could see the small hood of her clit, already engorged with arousal, and the glistening moisture of her excitement.He could also smell her, that heady odor that made him want to dive in between her legs, to taste her, to eat, devour her, until she was crying for mercy. As much as Lucy looked like ... his mind reeled ... what the fuck was that cheerleader's name again? Oh, right ... Adrienne. As much as they looked alike, Adrienne's cunt had nothing on Lucy's. Adrienne's pussy was cute, sure, but it was nothing compared to this amazing masterpiece. When he had first seen the cheerleader's naked pussy he had thought it was gorgeous, and it was—it was hard to imagine a woman's nether region not look enticing—but now that he was looking at the woman of his dreams, now that he could smell her, now that he had already tasted her, if only a teasingly small amount on her fingers, Jason knew his appreciation for a woman's beauty had forever changed.
Jason knew that if thirty naked women pranced through the door right now, all calling out for him to fuck them until they lost their minds, he would turn back to this delectable goddess arrayed before him and ignore them. Lucy was the only woman he wanted. She was the only woman he had ever wanted. To say that Adrienne had meant nothing was truly an understatement and made him feel bad for how he had used the young cheerleader, but, in the end, she had enjoyed the experience. It wasn't an entirely selfish episode, just not what he had been looking for. This, on the other hand, was what he had been looking for, what he had been dreaming of, fantasizing of, lusting after, since he had hit puberty.
He leaned forward and kissed her rosebud, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Lucy. "Oh, yes, Jason," she moaned, as she massaged her mound. "Fuck me with your tongue," she encouraged.
His tongue slipped past the petals of her outer lips, lapping up her nectar, probing deeper into the vault of her inner pussy. As he pressed into her he felt her hips thrust forward, relishing the pressure of her groin against his face. He couldn't believe this was happening, or how many times he had imagined this scenario, though he had never thought it would happen under such tragic circumstances.
'If I am, then death is not. If death is, then I am not.' He repeated the words to himself as his tongue delved deeper into Lucy's pussy, joined by one, then another of his fingers. He could tell that she was getting closer to her first orgasm by the increasing rhythm of her hips and the volume of her moaning.
"Oh ... my ... Jesus ... fucking ... oh ... oh ..." she was calling out, grabbing his hair, pulling his head deeper into her vault. "More ..." she cried, "go ... deep ... deep ... deeper." Finally, after several long minutes, her orgasm erupted, accompanied by thrashing that nearly forced Jason off the bed in the fear that she was having a seizure. He couldn't get away, however, because she still had a grip on his hair and was holding him close to her convulsing love-box, allowing him the opportunity to slurp up the juices of her prodigious orgasm as it finally began to subside. When it was finished, and she had released him, he moved up the bed and cuddled her close to him, enjoying the warmth of her body next to his. As much as he wanted to be inside her, to feel his cock buried as far inside as it would fit, just touching her was a powerful aphrodisiac, and right now, more than anything, he wanted to feel the warmth of her body next to his.
"That ..." she looked at him, kissing him, tasting her juices on his face and smiling. "I'm not going to ask where you learned to do that, because I know. I suddenly feel like I should buy that little cunt a present."
Jason laughed, "Don't worry about it," he chuckled, "We're still friends ..." he saw her face cloud over and laughed, "I mean, not like THAT! On Facebook. I checked her page only a while ago. According to her status she was engaged to some football player out on the west coast. You don't have to worry about her, Luce, she's doing fine for herself."
Lucy snuggled against him, "Mmm ... well, good for her. So long as she doesn't have a change of heart and wants to have another go at your ..."
"Hey," he said, "not a chance. There's only one girl in the world for me and she's right here."
"Good to know," she winked, the feeling of warmth spreading through her again. "Now," she looked down at still erect cock, "don't you have something else for me?"
He nodded, "As you wish, my love."
"Just remember," she cautioned, "this is my first time."
"I'll be gentle," he promised. "If you want me to stop ..."
"If I want you to stop," she laughed, "I'll have to be dead."
He looked confused for a second, "I don't ..."
"I've wanted this—I've wanted you—for longer than you can know. Nothing is going to stop this from happening."
He nodded again, feeling his erection rising to the occasion. That's my boy, he thought to himself. She looked down and nodded approvingly, laying back on the pillow as she spread herself for him. To her surprise, he lifted her legs, tilting her hips up to give him a better angle of entry, and then spread her lips apart with his right hand.
"Don't worry," he cooed, "I'll be gentle." She nodded as she watched the engorged head of his cock move toward her sopping pussy. Finally, at the age of twenty-three she was going to feel a real cock penetrate her cunt. Not the dildo her sister had given her but, rather, the cock her sister and brother-in-law had made—the cock attached to their son—and what a marvelous cock it was. It was even longer than her toy, if only by one inch.
She gasped as the bulbous head violated her opening, resting there as she adjusted to its girth. As much as she wanted to press forward to meet him, his hand on her belly was restraining her movements. She wanted him to fuck her, to drive into her, but he had taken the control, at least for now, and she was allowing him to have it, for the moment.
With maddening deliberateness, he pushed into her, stretching her to accommodate his massive rod. She felt as though someone was stuffing their arm into her, but with more finesse, with more delicacy. Not to hurt her, not with malicious intent, but it still felt like an intrusion. Lucy closed her eyes, throwing her head back as each small portion of the massiveness entered her, her mind reeling at the ramifications of what was happening to her body as she focused on keeping her muscles relaxed to make it easier for him to enter her.
Here she was, lying in her dead sister's bed having just swallowed a load of cum from her nephew's gigantic cock, after which he had eaten her out in such a manner that even Lady Chatterley would have blushed. Now, after all that, her nephew was filling her cunt with ... she opened her eyes, looking down to see that Jason had over half of his manhood filling her.
"I don't believe you got that far ..." she whispered, somewhat in awe as the sensation of being filled was nearly overwhelming.
Jason just smiled, then began to withdraw, "Oh!" she cried at the sudden removal, her vaginal walls retracting reflexively. Nodding, he slowly thrust his hips forward, "Ahh!" she cried, as she felt the tip of his cockhead hit her cervix, feeling as though it was going to punch through into her uterus. "Too ... far ..." she cried, wanting him to stop, but hoping he would still push further into her, knowing, if only by instinct, that her body would somehow accommodate the intrusion.
It had begun. Now, she knew, she was being well and truly fucked. As he began to increase the rhythm of his strokes, slowly, but with growing intensity, she could feel what the cheerleader must have felt as his swollen glans rubbed against the top of her vaginal wall. Lucy had found her G-spot when she had first started pleasuring herself, but her first massive orgasms had come when she began training herself with the dildo. G-spot orgasms, however, were always the most intense, most powerful things she had ever experienced. She had read, unfortunately, that many women did not experience them during vaginal sex. Many women didn't receive orgasms from vaginal sex at all, which was why so many women had to resort to self-pleasuring, but some were lucky.
Lucy was one of the lucky ones. As Jason increased his tempo he could see, and hear, the changes in his partner. He could also feel the way her pussy was clamping onto his shaft as he pulled out of her, relaxing as he slid back in; it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, though he admittedly had little to compare that to. Still, it made him even harder as he began to increase his tempo, thrusting a bit faster, and a bit harder, but being careful not to go any deeper than he had been.
As Lucy got closer she could feel her nipples become painfully erect and nearly passed out when Jason's free hand found her right breast and started playing with the erect bud. That was when his downward thrust sent her over the edge. "Cum inside me," she demanded, her cunt clamping down as it began spasming in its throes of pleasure. "Fill me with your seed, fill me ... fill ... me ..." she trailed off, throwing her head back again as he thrust into her a few more times, reaching his own orgasm.
Hearing Lucy say she wanted him to fill her with his seed had surprised him, but, she was in charge. As much as he had given her when she had blown him, as little as he thought he had left, the young man surprised himself. It felt as though his balls had grown to be the size of basketballs—it felt as though a gallon of cum was filling the supine form of his lover, overflowing her pussy, covering the shaft of his penis as he continued to thrust into her while it felt as though her cunt was milking it, sucking out the precious liquid like a second mouth.
"Come here," she said, as he finally withdrew, his dick beginning to soften, "let me help you with that," she took his cum-covered cock in her hands and greedily slurped every remnant of their lovemaking session off until it was pristine, and, once again, rock hard and throbbing. "There," she smiled, "you're ready for action again."
He looked at her, shocked, as she looked at the nightstand next to the bed. "You know," she winked at him, "if Lisa is anything ..." she frowned, "was anything ... like I think she was, there should be something special in one of these drawers. Which side of the bed was hers?"
"Uhm ... this side," Jason pointed to the end table closest to them.
"Of course," she purred, "the side closest to the closet, the dresser, and the bathroom," she smiled. "I think this shall be my side too, alright?"
He nodded, "You're in charge."
"Don't you forget that," she leaned forward and kissed the head of his dick, then turned her attention on the drawer. "Ah, yes. Just as I thought. My sister was a naughty little slut." She held up a large tube of lubricant. "Know what we're going to do with this?" She had already taken the cap off and was squeezing a liberal amount onto her fingers.
"I can guess ..."
"Well, you won't have to in a moment," she quipped, slathering it onto his rod. "Here, apply some to me."
She didn't have to tell him where the jelly went. He had watched enough videos to know that Lucy really wanted to get fucked in every hole. He took a deep breath as he studied her tight little back door, wondering if his giant cock would fit into her. A vision of Adrienne screaming as he tried to enter her pussy passed through his mind, but he dismissed it now that he knew the cheerleader had probably been enjoying the sensations and had only been unable to articulate her feelings at the time. Even so, Lucy's asshole had not been designed for something as large as his cock. Still, the site of her ass made him want to be inside her, and now was his opportunity. Even if this was the only time he ever got to try this, even if he only got one inch of his hardness inside her, that would be fine. For the rest of his life he would be content knowing that he was with a perfect woman, even if he never had the chance to fuck her ass again. Fucking her in her other orifices was more than enough.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, wagging her ass at him.
"Sorry," he said, "just admiring the view."
"Oh, that's so sweet," she looked back at him, wagged her ass again, "okay, admiration time is over, sweetie, time to get to some serious butt-fucking."
"Yes, Auntie Lucy," he mocked, applying the jelly to her bunghole, slipping a finger inside in the process.
"Oh shit," she exclaimed, caught off-guard by the first anal violation. "Sorry," she quickly added, "wasn't expecting that."
He chuckled, "If that caught you off-guard, wait until you see what's next."
"I've been waiting. Don't you know, you're not supposed to keep a lady waiting?"
He slapped her ass, not hard enough to raise welts, but enough to fill the room with the crack of the contact, "Yes, my love, I've heard that. Sorry."
Before she could respond he had slipped his thumb into the slick opening and his first two fingers into her sopping pussy and began to finger fuck her two holes, surprising her with the suddenness of his attack on her nether region. It hadn't been what she had been expecting, but it felt better than she could have imagined as the double penetration drove her to another orgasm as his fingers penetrated all the way to the knuckle. As he felt her pleasure subsiding he pulled his hand away and placed his throbbing penis at the entrance to her ass and pressed against her backdoor. There was far more resistance than he expected, but the lubrication was doing what it was supposed to, and she was relaxing her sphincter muscles, making it possible for the engorged member to begin its illicit entry into the darkened pit. As he began to sink into her depths he once again used his other hand to slip into her pussy, flicking across her clit, seeking out the depths of her inner canal. This caused her to thrust back against him, pushing more of him inside her tight ass, making it feel as though her bowel might crush his manhood.
"Okay," she gasped, "I don't ..." she placed her head on the bed as his fingers found that place, triggering yet another orgasm that washed over her like a tidal wave of erotic pleasure. "Oh ... my fucking ..." and he thrust, deeper into her, his cock filling her as far as he dared push. "I don't ..." she repeated, incoherently.
"You don't?" he asked, removing his fingers from her sopping pussy, licking them off before reaching forward to gently fondle her breasts.
"I don't think I can take any more," she finally gasped as he continued to thrust.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! Just, please, don't go any deeper ... just ... fuck me ... fill my ass ..." she looked back, smiling at her lover as he pulled back a bit, then began the ever so gentle process of him fulfilling her command. He slowly made love to her ass, thrusting into her without going too deeply, holding his thrusts just long enough to let her feel the apex of his stroke as he continued to play with her nipples and she resumed stimulating her own pussy.
It wasn't long before the intensity of his thrusts had increased, letting her know that he was close to his own orgasm, so she increased the intensity of her activity, intent on climaxing at the same time. "Tell me when you're going to cum," she cried out. "I want to cum with you. Tell me ... tell me ... tell ... me."
He grunted, the pressure of her ass felt exquisite on his cock, and he knew he was close. Still, he wanted this moment to last for as long as possible. Every thrust brought him closer, every thrust meant he was that much closer to being out of this insanely erotic situation. He could die a happy man, he thought to himself, if this was all he ever had with Lucy, but that wouldn't be the case. He knew they would be spending the rest of their lives together, both at work and at home. This was only the beginning.
One thrust—he was getting closer—another thrust, oh, he was so close, he could feel it, rising from his balls. Finally, after what seemed like hundreds of thrusts, he called out, "I'm ... going ..."
She finished for him, "I'm ... Cumming ..."
They collapsed on top of each other, his cock buried in her ass as it deposited yet another load of cum into her body, her hand buried in her cunt as it clamped down on her fingers.
When she rolled out from under him, extricating herself from his deflating rod, they kissed for several minutes before saying anything. "Do you think it will ever be like that again?" she asked, a look of concern on her face.
He shook his head, then grinned, "No, my love," he kissed her on the mouth, his hand cupping a breast, "it can only get better."
"Oh, Jason," there were tears in her eyes, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Luce."
They lay quietly for several minutes, until Jason's stomach grumbled, causing Lucy to laugh. "That's right," she said, "we were going to order in, weren't we?"
"Well, we did get a bit distracted," he took one of her nipples between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue.
"Good grief, man, haven't you had enough?" she laughed.
"Of you? Never!"
"Well, I need a shower ... we both do, and I'm hungry." She got up off the bed and started walking toward the bathroom. "Well, what are you waiting for, stud?" She beckoned for him to follow. "We're supposed to be saving water, aren't we?"
"You do realize that we'll probably use more water by ..."
"Oh, shush ..." she hissed, "get your ass in gear and follow."
"Yes dear," he smiled.
One of the advantages of the master bedroom was the ensuite bath. His parents had not spared any expense when they purchased the house, and the bathroom was just one example. In most places, the bathroom would have been considered large enough to be another bedroom. There was a sitting area for his mother to do her makeup along with two sinks and a walk-in shower that was large enough for several people to fit in comfortably.
It was a long shower, but gentle. First, they washed, paying close attention to getting all the evidence of their anal play off his cock and cleaning her nether regions before attending to anything else. Then, just when he thought they were done, Lucy surprised him by turning off the water and then taking his soft cock into her mouth, sucking it to hardness. "Mmm ... have I told you that I just love your cock," she purred, stroking the beast as it grew in her hands. "This is such a beautiful creature ... I think I'm going to name it ..."
Jason had braced himself against the back of the shower stall, "What ... what do you want to call it?" he managed to ask, caressing her breasts in the process.
"Oh, I'm not sure, how about ..." she took a long suck at the bulbous head, then licked along the shaft, "I know ..." she laughed, "Moby!"
"Oh God," he gasped at the pleasure of her movements. She was going to call his dick 'Moby' ... 'Moby ... the Dick' ... it was too much for him to handle after everything else that had gone on that day. "I'm going ... to ... cum ..." he managed to say.
"Good, cum on me ..." she aimed the one-eyed snake at her face and continued to stroke it, waiting for the eruption to come. He watched as well, relishing the sight as a thick rope of cum lashed out of his cockhead, landing between her eyes, dripping down her nose and lips, and over her chin. "Oh, my fucking God, that was amazing," she said, licking her lips before wiping the cum off her face.
"No, that was only the beginning," he lowered himself to the floor, pulling her down on top of him so that she was facing him. She slid onto his still-erect organ, impaling herself on his rod, guiding herself onto his pole. In this position, he knew, she would have total control.
Lucy's breasts were at level with his mouth and he took advantage of the opportunity to taste each of them, sucking and suckling, nuzzling, licking, and loving the mounds as he had fantasized since she had begun to develop so many years before. Just thinking about them, touching them, made him grow harder insider her, it made his cock throb with desire as she lowered and raised herself over his erection. Her moans of pleasure echoed in the shower stall as she guided their lovemaking, making him want more, but this was about her pleasure, it was about her fulfillment, not his.
If there was one thing that Jason knew from their brief time as an intimate couple, it was that Lucy would not let him want for sexual release. When he needed it, when he wanted to finish off, she would be there for him. Right now, at this moment, he could be content in letting her have her pleasure. If that meant he was left with her breasts, while she rode him like a stud, that was just fine. Her tempo increased, and he could feel that she was getting closer, that she was almost ready to erupt like the volcano he had come to know and love.
"Mount Saint Lucy," he muttered.
"What?" she asked, distracted.
"Sorry," he said, "didn't mean to say that out loud. I'll tell you after."
She laughed, "Almost there," she panted, then slipped off his engorged rod and turned onto her knees, showing him her ass, "finish me," she begged.
Without another word, he slid into her from behind. He could hardly believe that one of his fantasies, to take his aunt doggie style, was now being fulfilled. All his fantasies were being fulfilled. Tasting her juices, eating her, fucking her, taking her ass, taking her from behind, it was all so much he felt like he was going to explode but had to be careful not to go in too far. He was rewarded with enthusiastic counterthrusts and discovered that he was sinking in deeper than he had been during their first time.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ..." she called out, responding to the penetration by slapping the wet floor of the shower stall. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME! Ohhh ... I'm cumming ..."
They came together, nearly collapsing again after their exertions. "I think we need another shower," she whispered, his cock still buried in her pussy.
"Well," he replied, "you've come to the right place."
"Don't you mean, we've come in the right place?" she quipped. They both laughed as they cleaned themselves up and returned to the bedroom wrapped in clean towels.
While Jason went to his room to get a clean change of clothes, Lucy began opening her suitcase to look for something appropriate to wear. Jason returned wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt and watched for a moment as Lucy looked through the suitcase.
"You know, most of ..." he caught himself, "your sister's clothes," he finally said, "will fit you, won't they?"
She looked at him, having had the same thought. Lisa had been a size 2, petite, just as Lucy was, and while Lisa had usually tended toward more conservative clothes, she had a good fashion sense, and they had shared outfits on many occasions. She nodded.
"If you want, I won't have any problems with you using anything of hers that you want."
She rushed over to him and threw her arms around his neck, "Oh, Jason, I can't tell you how much I love you," she started crying, the tears turning into sobs as she buried her face in his muscular chest.
"Hey, sweetie, it's going to be alright, don't worry," he tried to comfort her. If there was one thing that Jason felt awkward around, it was a crying woman. It was his undoing. It wasn't that he couldn't deal with emotions, just that he wanted to make everything right, and when a woman was crying he had an urge to try and do something to help. In this case, at least, he knew the cause of her distress.
"I know," she managed to say after several seconds of crying. "It's just ... it's just that you've been so wonderful. I don't deserve any of this."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "Nobody deserves what happened today, but ..." he looked into her eyes, his heart catching in his throat, "life ... goes on. It's a corny thing to say, but, it is true. Isn't it?"
She nodded, "Yes, I suppose it is."
"I'm just saying, if we're going to be together, you may as well ..." he nodded toward the dresser, "you know."
She nodded again, "Yes ... and thank you."
"Now, I think you should get dressed, unless you're what's for dinner ..." he pulled the towel off her body, causing her to shriek in mock protest as he began stalking her around the room.
"No," she cried out, moving toward her suitcase. She reached for a shoebox and, for a moment Jason thought she was going to throw a pair of heels at him, but was shocked to see her pull a ten-inch dildo out and start waving it at him like a short sword.
"What the fuck? Where'd you get THAT from?" he asked, incredulously.
She grinned, holding the mock-cock out to her lover. "I've got a story about your mother that will make you blush, but it will have to wait until dinner gets here. First, you must let me get dressed. What should I wear?"
Looking confused, Jason looked through the suitcase for a moment, then turned toward the dresser and went to his mother's lingerie drawer. After looking through the drawer for a few seconds he chose something that suited his tastes, a set of pink panties with white bows and a matching bra that Lucy nodded her approval to when he handed them to her.
"Lisa always did have good taste," she murmured as she slipped on the silken undergarments. As she was putting them on Jason found one of his mother's yoga outfits, something he had seen her wear when she worked out to the videos she watched. He knew the tight leotard and bodysuit would accentuate Lucy's body in ways that would leave him hard through the rest of the night, but that was fine. It had been an emotionally trying day and, if anything, they both needed this distraction.
When he showed her the outfit he was pleased to see that her eyes lit up, "Oh, that will be ... perrrfect," she turned the word 'perfect' into an erotic expression that made his cock twitch in his track pants. He was pleased that he had chosen, again, not to have worn underwear as his cock began to stretch down his pantleg. Watching as Lucy slipped into the outfit, Jason turned his eyes once again to the massive dildo sitting on the bed, wondering what Lucy had to tell him about his mother that might relate to such an enormous sex toy. But, he wondered, why the hell did Lucy have it? Would his mother have given it to her? Why?
"How does that look?" Lucy was asking, spinning around for his inspection.
Jason licked his lips as he eyed his lover, "Good enough to eat," he growled, taking a step toward her, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her into his embrace. They kissed for several moments, rubbing their bodies against one another until they both realized that if they continued, if they allowed themselves to go any further, they would end up back in bed.
"We ... have ... to ..."
"I know," he finally said. "I really am hungry." He gave her a final kiss, cupped her breast, and thrust his engorged meat against her, causing her to yelp in surprise.
"Oh! Now I know what's for dessert," she smiled.
"Yes, and breakfast, and lunch ..."
"Hey, don't make promises you can't keep, Romeo," she patted his erection beneath his track pants.
"Don't worry, my love, I don't plan on following in the footsteps of any tragic heroes anytime soon."
"Good to hear," she said with some relief.
"So, what did you want to order for dinner?" he asked, leading her toward the hallway.
"What are you hungry for?"
He smiled at her, "I can think of several things," he growled, "but we should probably have some dinner. Must maintain our energy levels."
"You are terrible," she slapped his shoulder.
"In the best kind of way, I hope. How about Chinese? It will be here pretty fast, and, we'll have enough leftovers for tomorrow."
"Good planning. You will make a good CEO," she giggled, "you plan ahead."
He grunted as he walked into the kitchen to retrieve the takeout menu for the Chinese place they regularly ordered from. It really wasn't necessary since the number was stored in his phone, and they would probably order the same dishes that they had ordered the last several dozen or so times they had ordered from the Bamboo Gardens.
"So, what are you hungry for," he asked, handing her the menu, "and don't even start," he cautioned her, watching her eyes move toward his semi-erect bulge.
She giggled, "I'm sorry, but you're the one that got me all hot and bothered."
"Maybe you were right," he said, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Right? About what?" She suddenly had a concerned look on her face.
"That we shouldn't have done this ..." he sounded serious for about three seconds, then began to laugh as he buried his face in her lap and started kissing her through the leotard.
"Oh, you're awful," she exclaimed, slapping him with the menu as she laughed at his antics. "Be careful, you'll get me wet again."
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do," he said between kisses. "Now, decide what you want for dinner before I strip you and eat you, right here on this couch."
"Oh, promises, promises," she panted, trying to study the menu. "Ah, fuck it, just order the usual, I give up."
He lifted his head and smiled, "Sounds like a plan," he said, then reached for the phone on the coffee table.
It only took about thirty-five minutes for their dinner to arrive, during which time they began watching a movie they had both seen several times, but still enjoyed. "You don't think that's really possible, do you?" Lucy asked, as the story onscreen played out. They were watching the original 'Manchurian Candidate', one of their favorites.
"I don't know," he replied, taking a bite out of his eggroll, then offering her a bite, which she took. "Maybe not like that, but ... I don't know. Anything's possible," he snorted, "look at us."
She nodded, taking another bite of his eggroll, "Yeah, I guess it is. Want some more soup, or are you ready for the main course?"
He looked at the packages of food sitting in front of them on the coffee table for a moment. They had enough to feed six or seven people, but there was just the two of them. "I guess we'll have leftover soup too," he said, a bit sadly, the enormity of the day washing over him.
"It's going to be alright," she whispered, taking his hand in hers. "Even if we lost everything, which isn't going to happen, we'll still have each other, right?"
He nodded, cradling her face with his free hand, "Yes, my love, of that you can be certain. Nothing will ever change that."
Music was playing on the television, "Oh, it's the masquerade party," Lucy cried, "I love this scene."
Jason nodded, "Yes, this is where things really get good. Let's have some more food, before it gets cold."
They finished their dinner and put the leftovers away, and after the movie returned to the bedroom. They were more exhausted than they had imagined possible, not just physically tired from their exertions, but emotionally spent, drained of everything they had. For the first time since Lucy had arrived earlier in the day, Jason realized that his penis was lying limp in his pants, seemingly drained of all life.
"I think Moby is dead," he declared, somewhat glumly.
"No," she responded, "he's just hibernating. It's been a rough day for the little guy. He needs a break."
Jason put his arm around Lucy, "Little guy?"
"Just a figure of speech. You know what I really want right now?"
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but ... what?"
"I want to get undressed, get into that bed, and I want you to hold me, I want to feel the man I love holding me through the night. That's it, at least, for now," she looked at him, "does that sound alright to you?"
He nodded, "I can't think of anything I'd rather do," he said honestly.
They both got undressed and climbed under the sheets of the bed. Jason snuggled up to her back and was pleased to discover that her smaller body fit against his like a glove. Her soft ass was situated just above his soft penis and he knew that even if he did end up getting hard, the resultant erection would be pointing between her legs, not inside her. Even as she pressed herself against him, feeling the firmness of his body, he resisted the urge to press against her knowing the reaction his body would have. As he drifted off to sleep his mind was filled with images of Lucy, of her body opening to him, her sweet voice encouraging him to ravish her, to fill her with his seed, to eat her, to do everything he had ever imagined with her as she did all she desired to him.
It was also filled with the sounds of screams, with images of fire, the sounds of explosions as two aircraft collided on a runway and burst into flames, as his world disintegrated into a million pieces.
It all had to be a nightmare. None of it could be true. It had to be a dream, he told himself as the light of the sun streamed into the room, warming his back as he lay in the bed. He was momentarily disoriented as he looked around, not recognizing where he was until he realized that he was, in fact, in his parent's bed.
He was alone.
It had been a dream.
"Good morning, sleepy head," Lucy's sweet voice called to him from across the room. "I thought you'd sleep until ... well, until next week," she giggled. He looked at her, realizing she was naked.
"I had the weirdest thought," he said, trying to clear his head.
"What was that?" she asked, getting back into bed.
"I ..." he felt a building pressure in his bladder. "I dreamt that ..." he looked around the room, looked at her, "that it was all a dream."
"Not a nightmare?"
He shook his head, "Not all of it."
"Well, that's good to know," she was looking at the tent rising under the sheet. "Looks like Moby's back," she grinned.
"Yeah ... but first," he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, "must empty the ballast tanks."
"Understood, Captain," she saluted him, watching his manhood wave at her as he plodded off to the bathroom. It took a bit longer for him to take care of his business because of his erection, but she finally heard the toilet flush and the running water before he returned to her side.
"So," he asked, licking his lips, "what's for breakfast?"
She laughed, "What's the matter, big fella, you're not hungry for leftover Chinese?"
He crinkled his nose, "I was thinking more along the lines of a helping of pussy delight, some nice breast meat, and nipple sandwich, maybe even a serving of asswich, and ..." he grinned, "we'll see where we go from there, alright?"
She spread her legs, "Well, my love, that sounds like a feast, but what do I get to have for my breakfast?"
He looked down at his throbbing beast, pointing directly at the love of his life, "Gosh, Luce, I can't imagine." They both started laughing as she began to slowly rub her own lubricant onto his cock. She then used her lips to add to the moisture, taking his head into her mouth, sucking it deeper into her throat until he was halfway inside her, almost to the point of gagging her.
Unlike the first time she had done this to him, Jason was less fearful of hurting her; now he knew what she was capable of, though he still wanted to be careful, he knew he could throw himself into it with greater abandon, just as she was doing. Watching as Lucy sucked on his erection made him even harder, inflamed his desire even more, made him want to be with her, to be in her, to have her, that much more. He could hardly believe that the woman who had his massive dick so far down his throat, the woman that had allowed him to fill her with so much of his cum, was not only his aunt, she was his lover.
As he could feel his orgasm nearing his head began to spin with the pleasure he was experiencing. It was more than he could process as he began to call out, "I'm cumming," clutching her hair while thrusting his hips, wanting to drive more of his engorged cock down her throat.
It felt as though his cum was splashing right down her throat, coating her esophagus with its milky thickness. She could feel spurt after spurt of his seed as his cock kept delivering the precious cargo into her gut. She could only imagine what it might do to her when it found its way into her fertile womb, what marvelous miracle might be wrought of their love, what child might spring forth out of their illicit union.
They had not spoken of birth control, but Lucy was not on the pill. She knew she should have been, but they had made her feel depressed when she had gone on them for the painful periods she had begun experiencing when her menstruation had started when she hit puberty. At her sister's recommendation, she had decided to use the old-fashioned treatment: hot water bottles and Midol. Her mother had not been all that thrilled with the idea of her daughter using contraceptives anyway. Of course, the idea of her daughter swallowing the spunk of her nephew, well, that would have killed her.
Oh well, she thought to herself as she savored the feel of his hot spunk filling her tummy, it was far too late to worry about things like that now.
She had given more than a little consideration to the idea of having a child with Jason since their fateful day at the lake when she had first seen his monstrous cock. She knew there were risks, but after some research she realized that they were relatively low. There were no serious medical conditions on either side of their family, save for the stroke that had taken her father, but that wasn't from a genetic mutation. No, having a child with a close relative was, in a word, relatively safe. It was a social taboo, of course, but that was one of the things that made the entire thing so exciting. That and the fact that she had such an incredibly gorgeous penis willing to fill her, craving her as much as she wanted its delicious cream.
As Jason began eating her out, her mind flashed to the sensations she was experiencing, the waves of pleasure washing over her as his tongue pierced her slit, teasing her clit, as his fingers sank inside her, curling upwards toward that magical spot. Oh, Jesus, she thought to herself, just fuck ... oh, Jesus Fuck, Jesus Fucking Fuck me, Fuck, she thought, her thoughts becoming inchoate, scattered as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Finally, it became too much to bear as her G-spot gave up its secrets, "Ah ... ungh ... I'm ... I'm ... cum ... cum ... cumming," she finally bellowed, wrapping her legs around him as her pussy convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. "Holy fuck, you're getting really good at that," she said, with real admiration in her voice.
"Yeah? Well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect."
"That's true, so long as I'm the only one you're going to be practicing on ..."
"No problems there," he had extricated himself from between her legs and his massiveness was now pointed directly at her sex, but he didn't enter her immediately. He began by slapping his cockhead against her flaming pussy lips, patting either side of her entrance with his meat, including her hooded clit, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her.
"Oh yes," she cried, "that's what I want ... fuck me, Jason, fuck me now!" she demanded, trying to thrust her hips forward to meet his movements, but he shifted aside, teasing her.
He dodged her again, rolling onto his back, his cock swaying in the air invitingly. Without hesitation, Lucy lowered herself onto his waiting cock, her back to him. She guided their movements, luxuriating in the downward thrusts, then raising herself up, allowing him to thrust into her at the apex of the movement, making it a three-stage fuck as his upward thrust was now answered by her downward movements, followed by her upward movement as he pulled away. It only worked so well because of his length, appearing as though a small baseball bat had impaled his lover.
Lucy could hardly believe what she was feeling as each downward motion brought more and more of Jason's engorgement into her. She could feel him pressing against the roof of her inner wall, but she wanted more; she didn't care if he ruptured her, she wanted him buried inside her, and she wanted it now. When he came in her pussy—in her cunt—she wanted to taste it, to feel her womb expand like a balloon at the volume of his load as it filled her beyond capacity.But not yet.
She stopped the motion of their action and dislodged herself from his precious penis long enough to reposition herself toward the edge of the bed, on her back. Placing her feet flat on the edge of the bed, Lucy lifted her ass up and spread herself invitingly for him to enter her, "Fill me," she whispered.
There was only one way for Jason to comply with this request: he had to get off the bed, fucking her from a standing position. He could feel his cock get even harder at the thought, his balls twitching at the thought of such an erotic position. As much as he had already enjoyed their time together, he had never imagined such an overtly wanton act of pure lust, never imagined his aunt would be in such a position, perched at the end of his parent's bed with his cock about to enter her.
He was about to thrust into her sopping honey pot when he couldn't resist another taste of her nectar and dropped to his knees, surprising her when his tongue rather than his massive cock slipped between her waiting lips. Her moans of pleasure assured him that he had made the right choice and it wasn't long before Lucy was bucking her hips in rhythm to the fingers that had joined the action, and her moans had turned to a drone of pleasure as she collapsed onto the bed, convulsing in another orgasm. After several long moments, during which time he stroked her breasts and hair, kissing her and loving her, she raised her hips off the bed again and whispered, "Now, give it to me."
That was all the encouragement his young body needed. His first thrust was gentle, as was the second, though it went a bit deeper. He was surprised that she began bucking against him, matching his movements in an ever-increasing tempo that indicated she was definitely taking the bull by the horns. He may have been in the driver's seat, but she had her foot on the gas and wasn't about to let him have all the fun.
Thrust after thrust, thrust after thrust, her moans became louder as her hand massaged her clit above his raging cock. He could feel the pressure of his own orgasm rising and knew he was near. "I want to cum all over you," he said.
"No!" Her intensity shocked him.
This was the first time she had said no to him during their lovemaking, and he was confused. Had he done something wrong, he wondered. "No?" he asked.
"No," she repeated, "I want to feel you filling me," she cried out as he continued to thrust.
Jason smiled, biting his lip, continuing to thrust. "Here ... it ... comes," he announced as his balls tightened, releasing his load of cum into her waiting love box, relishing the feeling as he flooded her with his seed. As he came, driving all that he had into his lover, she exploded in her own climax, throwing her head back in paroxysms of pleasure as her legs clutched him closer to her and her cunt tightened around his rod, trying to milk every possible drop of cum it could from the firehose violating its inner sanctum. He kept thrusting as his cock finally began to soften and slip from its favorite spot.
"Jesus, Luce, I can't imagine ever tiring of this," he panted, leaning forward and kissing her left breast, fondling the right one at the same time.
"Well, you'd better not," she laughed. "We're going to have a long time together."
"That a promise?"
"Only if ..."
"Will you marry me?" he suddenly asked, looking her in the eyes.
She smiled, "Well, that isn't exactly the proposal I was expecting," she smiled.
He nodded, "I'm sorry, I ..."
"I'm just kidding," she slapped him playfully, "of course. Just try to get rid of me," she thought about that for a moment, "on second thought," she giggled.
"Never," he kissed her mouth, lying down next to her.
She repositioned herself on the bed, placing a pillow underneath her hips. "Jason," she said, "we need to talk.
He looked at her, suddenly concerned. "About ..."
"Oh, don't worry, my love, it's all good," she giggled again, stroking his side. "I just wanted to tell you that ... well, I've been thinking."
"So have I," he confessed.
She nodded, "You first," she encouraged.
"Well, you know I've always loved kids, right?"
She smiled, somewhat surprised, "Um hmm ..."
"Well ..." he continued, "I was wondering how you would feel about ..."
"Having your baby?"
He nodded, then she started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked, suddenly hurt.
Trying to stop herself she stroked his deflated cock with such tenderness he knew she wasn't upset, "Nothing ... everything ... let me explain," she finally got herself under control enough to speak in complete sentences. "We didn't use any birth control for a reason," she began. "I was on the pill after I first started getting my period because of bad cramping, but, it didn't work out for me, so I stopped. You just filled me with ..."
He nodded, understanding her words and the gravity of what she was saying. "Do you think ... I mean, is it possible?"
Lucy shrugged, "Well, mom—my mom—got pregnant on her first, and second try, if that's what you're asking. I guess anything's possible."
Jason was silent for a minute, then smiled, "Good. I can't think of anything I'd like more than to know that the woman I loved was carrying my child, that our love had created new life. It isn't as though we can't afford to have children, right?" He laughed, leaning over to kiss her again, savoring her tongue as they lingered together for a long interlude.
"Is that why ..." he gestured toward the pillow.
"Yes," she nodded, "there's a better chance of getting pregnant if the cervix is elevated this way.
"You really have given this some thought," he smiled.
"Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she winked.
"Absolutely," he agreed. "It's just too bad we can't do this all the time," he complained.
They fell silent for several moments, lying together and holding each other when Jason suddenly sat up and looked at Lucy. "Oh my God," he exclaimed.
"What is it?" she asked, sitting up, forgetting about her fertilization position for a few seconds.
"I just realized that we can. I mean, we can do this all the time—well, perhaps not all the time, but as often as we want."
Lucy looked at him, a bemused look on her face, "What, pray tell, are you talking about?"
"Bane Incorporated. Don't you understand?"
She shook her head. She honestly had no idea as to what he was talking about.
"You've looked at the financials, how much is the company worth?"
"That's easy, at the last audit the holdings and assets came to just shy of $3.7 Billion, why?" She still looked confused, but she was beginning to see where he was going.
"How much do you really want to continue working in that company?"
"Jason, are you serious?"
"I happen to know, for a fact, that my father left me his share in the company," he said.
"How can you know that?" Lucy knew that the publicly traded company was still owned, primarily, by the majority stockholder, the founder and CEO of the company, Jack Bane.
Jason shook his head, sadly, remembering the time at the beginning of the summer when he and his father had visited the family lawyer when his father had updated his will. "Dad updated his will only a few weeks ago," he said, "in the event of his and mum's death, I become the sole beneficiary. With their combined shares, I inherit 53% of Bane, a majority portion of the company."
Lucy nodded, afraid to say anything. She had always known that Jason had a love for business, but had never suspected that he did not want to continue working in his father's business. It broke her heart that he might have followed in a career that was not of his choosing.
"I was thinking," he continued, "that once all the legal stuff is taken care of, we'd sell my share of the company and use the money to start a non-profit organization, do something that could really make a difference in the world. But," he smiled, "we could do it in a more hands-off way," he winked at her. "Make ourselves Executive Directors, of sorts, and hire talented underlings to do all the heavy lifting. What do you think?"
Lucy smiled, "In this case, my love, I think I'll let you be in charge."
He leaned over her and kissed her again. "I can't tell you how much I love you," he whispered when their kiss finally broke.
"Well," she gasped, "you'll have the rest of your life to work on that, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll manage to work something out."
*****
When the report from the NTSB finally came in, six months after the accident, it was announced that the runway incursion had been caused by pilot error. The pilots aboard the 737 had not been given clearance to land but had, for some unknown reason, proceeded even though their runway was not cleared of traffic. It was tragic, but the event had reminded investigators of a similar incursion that had taken place on the island of Tenerife in which two aircraft had crashed into each other, resulting in the loss of over five hundred lives.
With the conclusion of the investigation it was possible for the insurance settlements to be made, and Jason received an unexpected payment from the airline, which had been declared responsible, for $35 million, ostensibly to cover the cost of the lost plane and to compensate him for the loss of his parents. Lucy received a payment in the sum of $5 million, as compensation for the death of her mother.
They both decided to use that money as part of their seed fund for the new charity they were establishing.
A few weeks after the accident the young couple had flown out to Vegas for a quick wedding, deciding it was better than having a public ceremony in New York. Now, six months later, Lucy was glowing as she walked around the house wearing her 'at home' maternity clothes which generally consisted of a frilly bra and boxer shorts. Jason would rub her growing belly with a special Cocoa Butter cream, specially formulated to prevent stretch marks.
At her last ultrasound the doctor had announced, with some joy, that Lucy was going to have twins. "Do you want to know what you're going to have?" she had asked, looking at both Lucy and Jason with a wide grin.
"Yes," they had answered in unison, smiling from ear to ear.
"Well ..." the doctor turned back to the monitor and began moving the wand around, clicking on the image after a few seconds. "Here's ... ah, yes ... here's what we're looking for," she giggled, "well, at least one boy," she said, looking at Jason, who was blushing, wondering if his son was sporting a woody inside his mother's womb. Nah, couldn't be.
"Oh yes, here's the other. It's a girl. You're having fraternal twins," she announced.
Jason held his wife's hand and smiled, "Thank you, Doctor Marlin, that's the best news I've heard today."
"You're welcome," she turned to Lucy, "just remember to keep taking your daily vitamins and I'll see you next month, alright? You," she looked at Jason, "keep taking good care of her, alright?"
"Cross my heart," he said, crossing his heart with his free hand.
When they got down to the car Lucy looked at him and said, her voice soft, "I was just thinking ..."
"Me too ..."
"Names?"
"Yes ..."
"Not ..."
"Yes."
"Do you think it's right?"
"Do you think anything could be more appropriate?" he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his side as he nuzzled her neck.
"Lisa and Jack," she said. "Yes, you're right. Nothing could be more appropriate. I do love you," she whispered."
"Not nearly as much as I love you," he replied, opening the door for her as they began the drive home.
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