Chapter 38

Where Are You Going My Blue Eyed Son?

Greg was lying in the bed, one arm on the pillow under his head, the other holding his journal. I walked from the bathroom over to my side of the bed and sat down. I wanted to talk to Greg, but when he was in the middle of one of his journals he hated to be interrupted. I waited, but it must have been a long article, because he didn't look up.

I couldn't take it anymore, "Do you think he loves me again?"

There was a pause as he continued to read for a few seconds and then he looked up at me over his reading glasses, "He never stopped loving you. He's a ten year old. If he doesn't tell you he hates you every once in awhile then you're not being a Mom." He went back to his journal.

"But, he doesn't say that to you!"

Greg rolled his eyes, "Because he knows that when I'm really pissed there are real consequences…like his computer going out the window. He feels comfortable challenging you." He gave me a silly look, "It's good! He feels safe. He knows that even if he pisses you off, you'll still love him. That's good, right?"

I thought about all the fights I had with my Dad and how I knew that nothing I said to him could keep him from loving me. It meant that I could test the boundaries and still feel safe. I was starting to understand. "You're saying that I'm providing him a safe environment for him to become a man and I need to calm down."

"Damn woman, that's why I'm marrying you, you're smart!"

"Ha, ha." I crawled under the covers and over near him, hoping he'd put down his journal. I was feeling pretty vulnerable. I was almost twenty weeks pregnant and hadn't felt the baby move. All the baby books had said I should have felt him move by now. Logically I knew he was okay because Furey could feel him and I'd heard his heartbeat, but I still worried. I was on pins and needles. The pressure of the wedding, learning how to be a step-mother, my recovery from almost being killed, it was all a lot to deal with and I wasn't doing well. I wanted Greg to hug me, make me feel calm, loved, safe. But, he kept reading. I turned on my side, my butt nudged up against him and tried to go to sleep. About five minutes later, Greg put his journal on the nightstand, turned and wrapped himself around me.

"I like sleeping with the wicked stepmother, she's sexy." He rubbed my belly. "Okay, Mommy Dearest, what's going on with you? You've been moping around here all night."

"The dress doesn't fit; they can't get the flowers we ordered for the centerpieces; the DJ told me he might be late because he's doing a gig for his nephew; and, your Mom and Suzie fly in on the same day."

Greg kissed the back of my head, "I have a solution."

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, barely making him out in the dark, "What?"

"I'll turn the light on and we can have hot sex. It will relax you."

I was horny. I'd been horny for a solid month, wanting to jump him as soon as he walked through the door, but I didn't because something would come up and I'd have to attend to it. We'd had sex maybe five times in the last four weeks. I was beginning to pleasure myself when he wasn't around.

I turned completely around, "That would be great, not a solution, but still a welcomed distraction."

"That's good, because I was beginning to wonder if you'd stop putting out now that you had the ring."

I giggled, "If you only knew how horny I've been. If you'd crook your finger I'd open my legs."

"Then why haven't we been having sex every night and morning?" He chuckled.

"Because by the time I go to bed at night, I'm so wound up from everything, all I can think of is what I have to do tomorrow."

"I tell you what, I'll screw you silly and then you won't care."

"Works for me. Now, shut up and start earning your keep."

"Let's make love at the bottom of the bed so I can watch you in the mirror."

"Honey, whatever you want, as long as you make me scream."

We pulled the covers off, locked the door (which Greg had installed recently) and raced to take our clothes off. I really wanted to feel a warm, hairy body against me. Greg sat on the edge of the bed and then pulled me between his legs. I bent down and kissed him.

"I think I'd like a little felatio if you don't mind." He smiled at me."

I dropped to my knees and he scooted forward. His penis was starting to get hard. It was at that point where it dances around as the blood engorges it. I grabbed it in mid-air, stuck out my tongue, tasting him from his balls, up the blue veined shaft to the head. When my mouth went around the head I saw a painful look of pleasure cross his face. I dragged my tongue around the rim and back down the shaft as I slowly pumped with my hand. After doing this over and over several times, Greg had started to push up and down in rhythm to my pumping. A little gasp escaped from his mouth as I sucked on it. The whole time, my hand was still pumping. I let go of his ball and straightened up.

"Don't you dare come unless you're inside me. I feel empty, like I need you to fill me up with this nice plump hard-on. "

Voice hoarse, he managed to say, "Then you better get on, because you do that any longer and you'll have it all over your face."

I stood up and he faced towards the mirror in a sitting position, his legs hanging off the bed. I kneeled on either side of him and lowered myself onto the head without going any further. I wanted to savor the feel of him at my entrance. I rubbed back and forth, letting it rub against my clit. Greg was watching this in the mirror like a voyeur. He could see the reflection of my ass and back as I played with him. After a minute or so of watching, he took a fistful of my breast and squeezed it before latching onto the nipple and sucking. It sent waves of mini-contractions to my vagina. I could feel the pulsing around the head of his erection as it penetrated a few inches inside me. Pulling back he looked at my breasts and then smiled up at me before looking again in the mirror.

As he watched himself in the mirror, he bucked up inside of me so deep I could feel him hit my cervix. He pulled slowly pulled out, his shaft glistening from my juices. He did it again, fast and hard. I let out a little yelp and he looked up, making sure I was okay. He watched again as he pulled out slowly. I leaned down and rubbed my breasts on his chest while he ran his hands over my ass, pulling me apart so he could have a better view. Again, he penetrated me, but this time he didn't pull out as far. Faster and faster he bucked up.

I could feel all of him inside of me. The angle I was at allowed me to move up and down on my knees to help him penetrate me. He pushed and pulled on my ass, while he remained motionless on the bed, making me do all of the pumping. I could smell the sex mixed with his smell and it made me pump harder. I watched his face contort and his mouth open. Nothing escaped but he started bucking up as I slammed down. This lasted only a few minutes and then he cried out. I kept pumping up and down on my knees and he kept moaning until he tried to pull away. Then he chuckled when I pumped one last time, knowing he was in the discomfort zone.

"You minx."

He stopped my movements with his hands on my ass. Rolling me onto the bed he rubbed my clit and then his finger inside of me, pulling out the semen and juices to wet me. He was rubbing my clit with his thumb while he began to rub around my anus. The sensation was too much, I started coming hard. He could tell by the way my abdomen tightened along with my thighs. He started plunging his fingers into my vagina while still rubbing my clit.

I grabbed onto his back and clung as the pleasure filled my groin and the contractions tried to grip his fingers. "Oh God Greg, that's good. Oh." I couldn't say anymore. All my energy and muscles were being used to increase and prolong my hormone driven orgasm. When I couldn't take it anymore, I crossed my legs and pulled back.

"Have you been fucked silly yet?" he asked.

"I'm on my way. Next time I get to tie you down and do naughty things to you." I gave him a wicked grin.

Greg smiled and shook his head, "I'm the one who likes to be the master."

I kind of pouted and he laughed, "Alright Mistress Auri, next time, you get to be in control. Now can we go to sleep?"

"Amen, let me just get a little cleaned up."

Greg followed me into the bathroom and together we washed up. I straightened the covers and got under them as Greg was crawling in. We cuddled a little, as much as Greg would allow.

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It was Saturday and around eight in the morning the door to our bedroom opened and Furey poked his head in. I motioned for him to come over. He sat down on top of the duvet and then placed his head on the pillow next to mine.

"Auri?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"What chores do I have to do today? I'd like to go to Mike's, but I know I have to pay you back."

His cute little face was inches from mine. I reached out and kissed him on the forehead, "Start by cleaning your room. Dust, vacuum, put your things away. Then I'll give you one more chore and we'll call it even. Okay?"

He smiled and nodded. Putting an arm over me, he hugged me. "Auri?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you."

My heart lifted immediately, "I love you too, sweetie."

Furey got up and took off. I felt a hand on my butt and a mock child's voice in my ear, "Auri, I love you."

"I'd know that hand anywhere."

"One thing I like about living with a woman is being able to do this anytime I want." He began massaging my butt

I reached around and grabbed his balls, eliciting a sharp yelp, "Yeah and I can do that. Isn't love grand?"

An arm wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him. He kissed my ear and neck. "Let's lock the door and continue what we started last night."

"Sorry, I have a repentant child waiting to do penance. Plus, I have to pick up the house because your mother and Suzie both arrive tomorrow. In the meantime, you could go get the car washed."

"You're picking a clean car over sex?" He pretended to pout, "Ah, the thrill is gone."

"Oh God, get your butt out of bed and let's get going."

I quickly showered and dressed in Levis and a sweater. Pausing down the hall to observe Furey clean his room, I stopped to watch. He'd obviously found something he hadn't seen in awhile because he had stopped cleaning to study it. I knocked on his door and he looked up.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"I found this puzzle Dad I used to put together when I was a kid." He held it up. It was a box of a 3D puzzle of the Empire State Building.

"Do you want to give it away?"

He tilted his head, "Nah, I'll keep it to put it together with the baby when he's older."

I smiled, glad that apparently the baby had been forgiven too, "That's nice! Well, I'm going to make breakfast, anything special you want?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, I'll see you downstairs."

After he was done with his bedroom, I assigned Furey the task of vacuuming the downstairs, which he did and then took off with his friend. I gave Greg additional instructions on things to do, which he promptly ignored, and then I took off for my fitting. Arriving at the bridal shop, I worried that my bulge would be too much for the dress, which was purchased with the idea that I would be four months pregnant at the wedding. But my bust had gotten bigger than anyone had anticipated and my baby was riding high. It turned out that I had to have the cups enlarged and an inch taken out just under my bustline to allow for the baby bump. I waited not so patiently to try it on for the last time. When they brought it out, I was relieved to find that it fit perfectly and, barring any massive increase in my bump over the next six days, there would be no need for any more fittings.

On my way home I fielded questions from all over the country, not by phone, not by text message, but by telepathy. People were contacting me to ask about reservations, times, locations, colors, gift ideas. My mind was working overtime fielding all the questions and messages. I was dead tired from the running around and the overblown psychic circuits in my head. I decided I was going to have to just block everything and everyone for a few days. If they wanted to contact me, they'd just have to contact me like civilians did, phone, email or letter.

I got home and found Greg, feet up, golf channel on, beer on coffee table, head back, snoring. At first I was angry, but then I realized that maybe I could join him and we could take a nap. I needed one. I crawled up on the sofa and put my head in his lap, waking him.

"Do you want to unzip that while you're down there?" he asked.

"Go back to sleep, I want to take a nap." I closed my eyes and felt him lift my head, put a throw pillow under it then sit it back down. Within a minute I was asleep with his hand on my arm. I woke up an hour later feeling better and ready to clean the house. I lifted up and couldn't resist cuddling back under his arm and kissing his neck and cheek. He opened up one eye and looked down at me.

He sighed, "Yeah, okay, I'll get up and put the boxes up in the attic."

"Well, that's great, but I really just wanted to cuddle. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."

He groaned, but put an arm around me and hugged me hard, kissing the top of my head. After a few minutes I got up and started cleaning. I made the guest room into a room for Blythe and Suzie was going to stay in Furey's room, so I had to straighten it up a little more and make some room in the closet. Furey was going to go stay with Jim and Jennifer.

I cooked some things to freeze for the rest of the week and then collapsed, preparing myself for my future mother-in-law's descent into our home. I was nervous. What future daughter-in-law wouldn't be? Sure I had met her several times, but not with the idea that I would be marrying her 57 year old son and having another grandchild. I didn't sleep and that's not good. When a psychic gets stressed and fatigued, things happen.

Dear Readers...

I know...more intimate moments. But, they are finally together! Only 28 pages to go! Thanks for reading and please leave me a note, thanks! Gorby