Splinter and Mrs M

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Warning: May contain violence, coarse language, and sexual content (Lemonish).

A/N: These are mostly 2K14 Turtles with other bits thrown in as the mood takes me. No Tcest. Turtles are 19 (Leo), 19 Today! (Raph & Donnie), & 17 (Mikey) respectively. Splinter is the equivalent of a sixty-five year old.

Sunday 29 March
Palm Sunday
Raphael and Donatello's Birthday

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Mrs M's POV

Hahen has become a light in my darkness. I never knew how much I craved conversation, until I had him here with me. We talk about everything.

Now that I am aware of Hahen's true nature, he has allowed me to cuddle up to him in the evenings when we listen to the radio. It is wonderful to feel his muscular arms wrapped around me as we listen to the radio soaps. His whiskers often tickle the back of my neck when he laughs at something particularly humorous.

I love his sometimes, dry sense of humour, and his stories of the little pranks he likes to play at his son's expense. They never know if he is serious or not.

After last week's shopping trip, and the interesting news from Raphael, I decided to make this Easter special. After some planning, I decided to give the family a traditional family Easter celebration.

My Father was Russian, but my mother was from Romania, so I borrow from both cultures to create everything I need. Hahen of course, is amused, but he dutifully does what I ask.

I have also been very busy recently making birthday presents for both Raphael and Donatello. I have made them both a knitted cotton blanket, for nights when it is not so cold, as to require something thicker.

This morning I have been very busy, packing up a box of traditional Easter decorations that Hahen has made under my direction. I will give them to Raphael tonight, when he comes by to pick up his birthday present.

After I have packed my box, Hahen comes in, and we have breakfast. At breakfast, I explain to him we are making Pasca today. Pasca is the traditional Romanian Easter Cake.

We will also take some cold Drob (A/N: Romanian Haggis), and Cozonaci bread when we arrive at Easter. The Easter eggs cannot be prepared until Thursday, or they will be stale.

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Our baking goes well, with only one accident, where Hahen managed to drop one of the Pasca's I had made. We ate the crumbled cake for lunch, as it was too ruined to take to his family.

After lunch, we settled down for a nap.

At sixty-eight years old, I never thought I would be trying to seduce a man into my bed. The best I have been able to manage is getting Hahen to lie next to me, fully dressed while we talk and eventually nap in the afternoons.

I know he fears our differences, but I am old enough, not to care about such nonsense. We are both too old to worry about pregnancy, so it would simply be a way of showing our affection to one another. I love that silly old rat, and I want to show him in that, in a physically intimate way.

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Splinter's POV

I lie in bed this morning, trying to think about my relationship with Esme. I know she accepts me as I am, but I still have difficulty accepting myself. I love her; she makes my life worth living.

I wonder if when the summer arrives, whether I will want to move back to my sons. I also wonder, whether I could convince Esme to join me there instead, leaving her old marital home behind.

I feel like an old fool, so I drag myself out of bed to do my ablutions and kata for the morning. When I get to the kitchen, Esme has breakfast waiting. Its miso soup and green tea.

We talk about our plans for the day. We are going to do some baking.

It always astounds me that Esme can still cook and bake in spite of her blindness. We make six cakes, but I managed to let the last cake slip from my hands, when she accidently backed into me. We are forced to eat that one for lunch. It was delicious!

Exhausted, we lie on her bed and we talk until we both take a nap. I always feel improper lying on her bed with her, as it makes me think the most impure thoughts, about what else I'd like to do to her in this bed. I could never ask her to see me in that way, so I will accept what little affections I can get.

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I send Raphael I message using Esme's ShellCell, reminding him to stop in tonight, so that Esme can give him her present. I use her phone, so that if his brother's see the message they will assume it's from her.

We eat a quiet dinner, and when Raphael arrives, he brings us a soft orange flavoured ice cream, and a tiramisu type cake for dessert.

"I got an Ice cream cake this year, the Tiramisu Cake was Donnie's." Raphael says, as he portions the cakes out for us. "Sorry it melted a bit."

"It's delicious Raphael," Esme murmured as she ate her dessert.

"Yes, Raphael, it is delicious. One of Michelangelo's creations I expect?" I added.

"Yeah Dad, Mikey outdid himself this year, everyone did." Raphael stated, eyes becoming glassy.

Raphael explained all the gifts he had received for his birthday, and what Donatello had gotten. He was most excited by the motorcycle, the weight gymnasium, and the tools.

I took in the motorcycle clothes he was wearing, as he explained all the features that his twin brother had built into them.

Esme shook her head, saying that while removing criminals was an honourable pursuit, he should not let his temper cause him to become like them.

Humbled by her words, Raphael also told her about the work he had been doing for the church uptown. He told her of the Proverbs he had to create carvings for.

He had been struggling to find the right designs to carve for certain proverbs. Esme gave him several suggestions, which made his face light up in a way that I have never seen at home.

It made me feel guilty, for taking up so much of Esme's attention, when it is clear that Raphael needs her as much as I do.

We chatted a little longer then Esme gave him a list of groceries she needed for tomorrow. Raphael asked her to hold the boxes of decorations until tomorrow, when he would bring the van to collect them, when he dropped off the groceries. He took Donatello's present, along with his own, before kissing Esme goodbye on the cheek, and giving me a hug.

Just before he rode away, I gave him my own present silently. It was a book on the 'Needful Things of Manhood', one that I had kept for years. The gift intended for Donatello was in a similar vein. I had also given Leonardo a comparable book last year.

I was impressed as the motorcycle quietly slid out of the alley.

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Raph's POV

I got to Mrs M's before the Ice Cream cake had melted, but it was really soft. Dad looked good, less ragged than when he had arrived. Staying with her has really improved his life. His fur is all glossy, and he looks younger somehow.

I tell them about this year's birthday present haul, as they eat dessert, and the birthday party they missed. After they've eaten, I give Dad the rundown on my new bike and gear. I can see from Dad's eyes he's impressed, but Mrs M scolds me lightly, for being too violent towards the criminals.

We chat about my Pew designs and Mrs M gives me some great ideas. She also gives me a shopping list, which I will get for her tomorrow. I tell her to hold the decorations for now, as I can't fit them on the back of my bike.

Dad gave Donnie and me books for our birthday. Mine is on the 'Needful Things of Manhood', which amuses me, as I'm the only son without a girlfriend. Still I give Dad a hug, and take off.

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I'm heading home when I get a text from April, saying she missed me, and could I call in. I change direction, and head to hers.

I decide to walk up the stairs, since I made sure to wear my 'head' when I took the bike out. The new threads under my bike gear means I could go anywhere tonight if I wanted.

April looks a bit surprised to open her door and see me, but recovers and lets me in.

"Sup April? Did yer story go ok?" I ask her, loosening my jacket to reveal my good clothes underneath.

"Yes, we had to wait forever to get the press release, from the Mayor on the 'Gang war' that's seen nearly half the Purple Dragons, and the Foot taken down." April said, as she grabbed something from her kitchen.

"Half?" I asked, surprised that we had taken out that many.

"Yes, nearly half!" April responded gleefully, handing me an envelope.

She seems to be amused at the look on my face. My toothpick has fallen on the floor, and I'm just staring at her.

I pull myself together, and look in the envelope. It's got a voucher for a week in a remote cabin, in the upstate woods, accessible only by 4WD or Motorcycle.

"You're always saying you want to get away from your brothers, so I thought this would make you happy. It's off the beaten track and on private property, so no worries about humans seeing you, so you could just be yourself." April looked at me with a sparkling smile.

I can hear myself churring, as I look at the voucher, my eyes have gone all glassy, like I'm gonna cry or something. I look up at April, only to find she's closed the distance between us, and is literally right next to me. Three years hanging out with ninja's, and she's as silent as we are, when she wants to be.

I lean down to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, when she turns her head and captures my lips. Her tongue tickles my lips a moment before I gasp, and she dives right in.

My self-control is shot after that, and I scoop her up and give her everything I've got.

She's tearing off my jacket and shirt, while I try to touch every inch of her. This is my wildest fantasy come true. We leave a trail of clothes from one end of her apartment to the other as we head for her bedroom.

"When?" I gotta ask, nibbling on her collarbone.

"About three years ago, when you did your Batman impersonation." April giggles. "You were just too young back then."

"Yer sure yer wanna try green April, once yer try it, ya might not wanna go back." I ask her, looking her straight in the eyes. My accent thickening, in a cross between Batman and a Brooklyn cabbie.

"I'm sure." April murmurs, pulling herself onto my lap.

I kiss and lick my way around every inch of her body, my efforts rewarded when she cums, multiple times.

Eventually, she's done with the entree. Deciding she's ready for the main course. The feel of her surrounding me is more that I can handle, and I embarrass myself before I've even made my first proper thrust.

April gives me a minute to recover, then starts to touch me everywhere. I'm back 'at attention' in no time, so we try again. I last a bit longer second time around, and I manage to cum the same time she does.

She laughs at me, looking so proud of myself. I pull myself together for a third attempt. I manage to make her have another multiple orgasm, before I'm totally beat, and we both go to sleep in one another's arms.

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April's POV

Raphael was so funny tonight. I'm lying here listening to him snore, as my sweetly aching body recovers from his first attempt at sex.

I hadn't planned any of this. I only planned to give him the voucher for the week away in the cabin.

There's always been a sexual tension between us, but my polite rejection of Mikey's over-the-top crush on me, meant that Raphael never felt the confidence to try.

Tonight was amazing. I've had human guys before, and usually the snoring afterwards is the best bit. Seriously, trying to get at the average 6" human dick is not easy or comfortable.

Raph fitted me perfectly. Significantly longer, and slightly thicker that a human, he filled me, without making me feel under or overwhelmed.

I have to wonder where tonight will leave us. I have no qualms being his girlfriend, if he wants me.

Unfortunately, I've never been able to predict what Raphael will do, in any situation. I just have to hope that he will still love me in the morning, and this wasn't just the mating season getting the better of him.

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A/N: The reason it's nearly half, is that after the first quarter of the gang was beaten up by the turtles in one night, nearly a further quarter of the gang deserted, like 'rats off a sinking ship'.

Please see my other story "Brothers Bonding on the Cusp of Adulthood" for more details.

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Any translations are done using Google translate app. I apologise in advance if the translations are a bit weak or wrong.

Japanese Translations:

"Hahen" (means "Splinter.")