Splinter and Mrs M

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I don't own TMNT or any characters you recognise. Eastman, Laird, and Nickelodeon etc own them. I'm doing this for fun and not making any money off it. Please don't sue me :). My OC's belong to me. Please don't take them without asking please.

Warning: May contain violence, coarse language, and sexual content (old people lemon). Don't like don't read.

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 (...Continued)

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Mrs M's POV

I was glad to see Raphael. I've missed him these past weeks. I know I have his father, but Raphael is like a son to me, and I like to hear from him regularly. I'm really looking forward to Good Friday.

I managed to have a quiet word with Raphael, while Hahen was out of the room, and Hahen and I will stay for the Easter Holiday at the New Lair.

I haven't told Hahen yet, but it will be a nice surprise for him. Besides, we will need to sort his room out, as it's apparently in boxes again, after the boys shifted Hahen and Donatello's rooms around.

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Once Hahen comes back inside, we settle down to listen to the radio soaps. After a while, we start to discuss the characters. The soap had a similar situation to ours, so I was able to use it to sound out whether Hahen would be agreeable to furthering out intimacy.

"Sadie and Rufus are perfect for one another." I tell him, listening carefully for his tail to give away his feelings.

"Of course, but how does Rufus tell Sadie he wants her as more than a friend?" An exasperated Hahen wails.

"He could just kiss her, and see how she responds." I answer Hahen, "It's what I'd like you to do, if you wanted to be more than just my friend."

I can almost hear the cogs in Hahen's mind turning, as his tail swishes with agitation. Suddenly I feel his whiskers and his nose as he very carefully places a kiss on my neck. From my position in front of him on the sofa, I gently twist myself, so that now I'm facing him.

I, with care, and gentleness, search for his face, before placing my own kiss on the side of his mouth. His hands grasp me gently, holding me to him, as he tries to kiss me back. Physical differences make it awkward, but it's the thought that counts. I kiss his neck, and under his chin, stoking his fur in a way that signals my eagerness for his attentions.

The radio show is forgotten, as Hahen begins to explore my body through my clothes. I must admit that it is much easier to get inside a kimono, than a dress and girdled undergarments.

Nevertheless, like a pair of teenagers, whose parents are out for the night, we fumble around, getting undressed, and running our hands over every inch of each other's bodies.

When we come together, Hahen is extremely nervous, I grab his swishing tail, and run my hands down the length of it to prove to him that I accept him as he is. It appears his tail is quite sensitive, because he stops fretting, and gets down to business quickly.

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It is quite an experience. As a master ninja, Hahen is very fit and very vigorous. I reach ecstasy, with an intensity I'd forgotten, and not experienced, since many years ago. For a moment, it is all I can do, to shut my eyes, and just let it roll over me.

I bury my face in Hahen's soft fur, and let him hold me as I fall asleep.

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Splinter's POV

My "stories" will never feel the same again.

I was holding Esme in my arms, as has become my habit, listening to the dramas of Rufus and Sadie on the Radio, when Esme started a conversation about how Rufus could win Sadie's love.

"Sadie and Rufus are perfect for one another." Esme tells me, my tail suddenly stiffens, then I give it a swish in an effort to make is appear as though I'm unconcerned.

"Of course, but just how, does Rufus tell Sadie he wants her as more than a friend?" I reply to her, frustrated at my own cowardice, over wanting Esme.

"He could just kiss her, and see how she responds." Esme tells me, wiggling her body against me.

"It's what I'd like you to do, if you wanted to be more than just my friend." She adds, as she tries to find a more comfortable position.

Her wiggling has caused my body to betray me. I can feel my manhood trying to escape the confines of my hakama. I am grateful that the amount of cloth in my hakama, softens the otherwise hard protrusion, at the top of my thighs.

After a moment of thought, I decide to rise to her challenge, by placing a soft kiss on her neck. She twists her body to face me, forcing me to smother a whimper of arousal.

I watch as she searches for my face, leaving me speechless as she tries to kiss my mouth. Despite my relative age, I am still governed by my animal nature during spring.

I have long since learnt to temper it, or I never would have agreed to come here, but I am perhaps more inclined to lust during this time. Particularly if encouraged, as Esme seems bent on seducing me.

I try my best to kiss her back, as awkward as our physical differences make it. I hold her closer this time, letting her feel my arousal for the first time. She starts to tear my clothes off with urgency, while I am at a loss as to how to remove the formidable undergarments she is wearing. She helps me in the end, and I get to have her soft flesh in my excited paws.

I touch and taste every part of her I can reach. I am poised near her entrance, my manhood touching against her nub, when I hesitate.

'Does she really want a mutant rat inside her?' I think, worried that we have taken this too far.

I don't know how Esme does it, but she reaches my tail, and fondles me in such a way that my brain can no longer resist her urgent hands. I plunge myself into her body, allowing my instincts to guide me, as my life as a lab rat did not allow me to gain any experience, in my original rodent form.

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I am not a virgin. In my younger years as a mutant, I was so desperate to mate, I saved a considerable sum of money, just to visit one of the 'ladies of the night' at mating season.

Amanda was one of those, that tended the needs of the less desirable clients, at a cemetery a considerable distance from my lair.

I had kept my coat, gloves, and hat on, the entire time. I would blindfold her, and take her from behind during the process. I must have visited her every year, until she ceased to work in that profession.

My own private, ninja snooping, had later revealed that she had become a veterinarian, in a clinic in Queens. She must have funded her expensive education by selling her body.

I have never revealed my clandestine actions to my sons, as I did not want them to think badly of me. Society looks down on such women as Amanda, but she helped me through a time when I might otherwise have done something terrible, while in the throes of mating season lust.

My son's have never understood why I still scavenge, but the extra funds it brings, allows me a failsafe, for times when my seasonal hormones become too much to bear alone. I've never needed it, since Amanda left the profession, but I continue to save it anyway. Over the years, it has become something of a habit.

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I bring Esme to the point of no return, and listen contentedly as she shuts her eyes tight and moans with delight. I continue my efforts until I must also shut my eyes, and wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

I hold her tight, as we drift off to sleep together.

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Monday 30 March

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Esme's POV

I woke up this morning to find myself hot and cold. I realised I was still on the sofa, with a very warm rat, passed out, draped on top of me. Oh, dear me, I must have been a bit much for him after all.

I smile as I open my eyes for the day.

I'm stunned to find I can see brown fur, shot with white, and grey, in front of my eyes. I have lived the past four years completely blind, with no hope of recovery, and now I can see.

I drink in the vision of my lover, as he sleeps in my arms. He's not what I expected, and I am glad I got to know him, before I saw him for the first time. Otherwise, I might have run away at first, and never known such a kind and gentle man for what he is.

Now, I am just pleased, that I can finally see his face. I slowly stroke his fur, as I can feel him becoming erect once more. I hope I will not become blind again from his attentions, that would be embarrassing. I smile as he slowly wakes up.

"Good morning handsome," I tease, looking into his eyes for the first time.

He looks shocked, as my restored sight, only for me to reassure him by stroking his manhood, leaving no doubt in his mind that I still desire him.

"Your eyes?" Hahen whispers, looking into them.

"Yes, it appears, a night of making love to you cured my blindness. The doctors never knew why I went blind in the first place, but now I am healed." I respond, subtly trying to position myself over his manhood.

"Am I what you thought I would be?" A nervous Hahen asked, a worried expression on his face that I quickly changed as I impaled myself onto him.

"Better, my love. Much, much better." I replied to him as we began to move together.

Our lovemaking reassured him that all was well, afterwards it took us some time to clean up the living room. His son's have sensitive noses, and Hahen is worried what Raphael will think of the change in our relationship.

I told Hahen that he was being silly, that Raphael was very supportive of our relationship deepening. It's the remainder of the family, that we don't know about.

We made a leisurely brunch, and with my sight restored, I was able to show Hahen how to make blown Easter egg decorations. We added them to the box, just before Raphael arrived with the groceries.

He was happily surprised by my restored sight, and asked how it had happened. Hahen had gone bright red, and, left the room when he asked, so I just told Raphael that it was due to my relationship with his father, and left Raphael to work out the rest by himself.

Raphael smirked at me, and told me about April. I have heard for years about his crush on April O'Neill, so I was delighted that she has responded so favourably, to what I consider 'my boy'. I tell Raphael he needs to bring her over for lunch some time.

While Hahen is hiding in his room from embarrassment, Raphael and I finalise our plans to spend the entire Easter Holiday with Hahen's family.

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Raphael's POV

I gotta laugh at Mrs M. I was shocked that she got her eyesight back. Even more shocked, when she hinted that it was due to her and dad getting it on. I told her I was happy for them, and she's a welcome addition to our family.

I ended up confessing to her about what happened with April, and she'd invited April for lunch some time. Whether it's before, or after, Easter, we'll see.

We chatted a little bit, finalising plans their Easter visit, before Dad pulled himself together, and came back out to see what groceries I'd gotten.

I let Dad know about Leo's plans. I also told him how frustrated Donnie was, that Leo had made those plans without consulting him. He had wanted to use the time to get the extra levels of the lair completed, so we wouldn't all be living on top of one another. The kids are cramped, and Casey and Nobody are now sharing a room, out of necessity.

I showed Dad the extra treats I'd gotten him, and he smiled at me. I just grinned back, and gave them both a hug. Man, I'm starting to get huggy all of a sudden. I've hugged more people in the last two days that I have in the past nineteen years!

I left them with a promise that I'd pick them up at dawn, on Good Friday morning.

A/N: Hakama are traditional men's pants worn in Japan with a Kimono.

Please see my other story "Brothers Bonding on the Cusp of Adulthood" for more details. These two stories are companion stories. There may be others on my profile, from time to time, that give more background detail, about previous relationships, or characters.

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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.")