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From: "Simon Trinity" <thesimontrinity@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Life Uncommon (MFF, pseudo-incest, Rom)
Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 16:10:03 -0500
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A Life Uncommon (MFF, pseudo-Incest, Rom)
by: Simon Trinity (thesimontrinity@hotmail.com)
(c) 2002 Simon Trinity

I met my girlfriend Katie in college. We shared a class together. I remember
seeing her the first day. She looked like some sort of angel with her long
fine blonde-white hair and green eyes. I had to try very hard not to openly
stare.

I quickly convinced myself that it was silly to stare or even think about
her. After all, a girl like that was out of my league. But apparently my
fellow male classmates didn't suffer from such thoughts. Some guy or other
was always trying to hit on her. Although that didn't last for long.

If you aren't close to her, you get to see what everyone else sees. A very
serious, self-possessed, highly intelligent woman. Firmly polite, but not
terribly warm or friendly. After the first week, she was left alone.

I think I must have been the only guy in the class who didn't hit on her. If
I saw her in the hall I made a point of saying hello and being friendly. But
that's as far as I went. I sort of admired her from afar.

Katie was absent from class once for an entire week. When she returned the
next week, something amazing happened. After class, she came to talk to me.

To say that I wasn't prepared for this is an understatement. One moment i'm
picking up my books and getting read to leave. The next this vision of
beauty is standing shyly next to my desk.

"Excuse me ... David?", she said.

"Um .... hi!", I said nervously

And then she smiled. I had never seen her smile before. All of the coolness
was gone. Her smile was reflected in her eyes. She looked a bit like the
angel I had first imagined her to be.

She introduced herself, and asked if she could borrow my notes from last
week's class. The Professor told her that she had missed a lot and needed to
quickly catch up. I happily obliged, giving her my notebook. She paused and
seemed to be thinking things over. Then finally, Katie asked if I had some
extra time to help her. She wanted to know if i'd study with her, and even
offered to take me out to dinner as payment for my time. She flashed me
another of those smiles. And then I realized something shocking. She was
asking me out! I couldn't believe it.

"Sure", I said. "Sounds good to me. It's date.", I said half jokingly.

Katie looked at me very seriously, and I wondered if maybe I had made a
mistake. Maybe she thought I was just like all of the crude guys who had hit
on her probably her whole life.

"Do you want it to be a date?", she asked quietly.

I thought of some clever things to say in response. Then it occurred to me
that honesty was probably the best policy.

"You're a smart, beautiful woman. Of course I want it to be a date. But if
you don't, that's fine too. You can still borrow my notes. And i'll still
help you study."

It was a date. And we had a lot of other ones after.

With Katie, it's all about trust. When she trusts you, she smiles. And
laughs. And makes jokes. And acts like a little girl. She's also terribly
loyal. She always wants to help. And when she loves, she loves with her
whole heart. I remember her crying when she told me she loved me. She was
afraid she'd scare me away, that I didn't love her too. In fact, i'd been
careful not to reveal my feelings for the same reason. When I told her, she
starting crying even more and rained little kisses all over my face. I don't
think i've ever been so happy.

Several things happened after we finally shared out feelings with one
another. The first thing was that Katie became even more affectionate. She
loved to hold hands and give hugs. She was probably the most affectionate
person i'd ever met, a tendency she said she'd learned from her mother. She
said that her mother was always bestowing hugs and kisses and loved to hold
hands when they went someplace, even when Katie had gotten older. It just
seemed like the way you should behave with someone you loved to her. Her
kisses changed too. Before we shared an occasional heartfelt kiss on the
mouth. But it was all very 1950s. No tongue at all. Just a lot of passionate
embraces and lip presses. But now, she was kissing me like she wanted to
devour me whole! We even grinded a little. My hands would start roaming, and
she'd start to softly moan. But it never went any farther. She'd stop, and
push herself away a little, and just stare up in to my eyes. We'd stare in
to each other's eyes, almost panting with desire, and she'd softly say, "I
love you." And it would stop. The anxiousness. The desperate need. It just
went away. Her voice and her look were all about love and tenderness and
stopping. She wanted to stop. I could tell she didn't *really* want to stop,
but she was stopping. And I loved her so much, it didn't occur to me to do
anything else.

"I love you too.", I said after awhile, still looking in to her eyes.
She smiled and kissed my cheek. "I know that. You prove it every day,
especially on days like this when you stop when I need you to. I know it's
hard. Oh! Bad choice of words!", she said laughing.

"Why do we need to stop?", I asked. "I'm not pushing. We can go as fast or
as slow as you need to. I'd just like to know why."

She seemed suddenly sad. Or afraid. Or maybe both. I'd seen the look before,
when we'd first started dating. There was something she always held back.
Some secret she never shared, but I could tell desperately wanted to. We
always confided in each other. We told each other everything. But whatever
this was, it was something she was afraid to tell me. And it scared me that
she was afraid. I wondered how awful a thing it could be.

She touched my face, and that sweet smile of hers returned. "How would you
feel about coming home with me during summer break, and meeting my mother?"

I got the picture. She was serious about me. And god knows, I was serious
about her. And apparently, before we made love, she wanted to make pretty
sure that we were going to be together for the foreseeable future. And part
of making sure was going home to meet mom.

Marriage wasn't something that i'd really thought about. I guess it just
seemed like something we'd get to when we got to it. And apparently, we were
getting to it! Or close to it, anyway. The idea sort of appealed to me. I
wanted Katie with me forever. What sane man wouldn't?

I asked her if she'd become "marriage minded". She smiled and said "maybe".
Okay, I thought. Message received.


* * *

I was a little nervous meeting Katie's mother Janet. Katie was the love of
my life, after all. I didn't want to blow it. But I shouldn't have worried.

Janet was a lot younger than i'd thought she'd be. She was in her 40s, and
where Katie was petite and blonde, Janet was statuesque and brunette. With
pumps or heels, she's taller than me! It's easy to see where Kate gets her
warm and loving manner from. When she met us at the airport, she ran up to
me and swept me in to a bear hug that would impress a real live bear! She
was so excited and happy to meet me, the man her daughter was always talking
to her about. She and Katie were then hugging and laughing. I just sort of
smiled, a little stunned by it all. My family wasn't anything like this.
Very reserved and serious. No wonder I loved Katie. She freely gave to me
all the things i'd always needed.

I was planning on staying at a hotel in town, but Janet insisted that I
"come home where I belonged." Katie seemed very pleased by this
pronouncement.

In the first month I stayed with Katie and her mother Janet, we did
everything together. It seemed natural. Janet insisted I treat their home
like my own, even encouraging me to make the guest room more "my room". When
I told Katie it seemed as if Janet wanted or expected me to stay with them
in the future, she smiled and sarcastically replied, "You think so?" She
wanted to know what I thought of that. I told her I honestly wouldn't mind,
that I thought she had a wonderful home, and that her mother was probably
one of the sweetest people i'd ever met. Katie just jumped in to my arms and
started raining happy kisses on to
my face like a little girl. Apparently that was the right answer!

We went to the movies. We went swimming. We rented movies. We were always
together, except of course when we went to bed. But that changed a few weeks
in to the visit. One night as I was getting ready for bed, Katie came to the
door. She shyly asked if she could sleep with me. I was sort of shocked.
"Sleep", she said, emphasizing the word. Snuggling in bed with Katie was
amazing. I told her so, and told her I loved the smell of her hair. She
snuggled closer. And then, strangely, she started to cry.

"What's wrong?", I asked concerned. "Baby, what's wrong!?!"

Katie kissed me softly. I could taste her tears. "I love you so much. I wish
I could somehow touch your mind with mine, so you'd know. So you'd know my
love for you."

"I know you love me. And you know I love you, don't you?", I asked quietly.

"I know! I know ... god, I know. But you *don't* know ... and if I tell you
... i'm so afraid! I'm so afraid you'll leave me. And i'd rather die than be
without you." She wasn't joking. I knew that. She did love me that much. But
it was all crazy. I'd never leave her! No matter what she told me. Had she
been raped? Had something horrible happened to her in the past? If someone
had hurt her, i'd probably track them down and beat them half to death. But
i'd never leave her. Not for any reason. And I told her so. But she wouldn't
share her secret.

We held each other for a long time. I told her she didn't have to tell me
her secret now. But that some day, I hoped she would. And I promised her
that no matter what it was, i'd always love her. She sniffled and hugged me
tightly but didn't say anything. Eventually we fell asleep.


* * *

One day Katie was away at the store, buying some groceries. The night of
Katie's tears and her concern about her secret hadn't left my thoughts. I
was very concerned about her. I decided to talk to Janet about it.

I told Janet what had happened. Her usual smile disappeared, and a serious
and deeply concerned look replaced it. I told her I was worried about Katie.
That I could care less what the secret was. I just wanted her to stop being
afraid.

Janet stared at me silently for a moment. She had the same sad and sort of
fearful expression on her face that Katie had.

"There's nothing wrong with Katie, David. She's fine. Believe me, she really
is fine. I appreciate why you're concerned. And it doesn't surprise me. I
know how much you love her. But you have to trust me about this. Katie is
okay, and she'll tell you ... what she has to tell you when she's ready."

"I do trust you. It just hurts me to see her hurting."

Janet smiled. She walked over to me and slowly enfolded me in her arms. "I
know it does. I know how much you love my baby. It's because I see how much
you love her, and because of the man that you are, that I love you too."

I didn't know what to say. We'd all spent so much time together. I'd come to
care for Janet a great deal. Truth be told,I think I had a tiny bit of a
crush on her. But this outpouring of emotion from Katie's mother was a real
surprise. I found that I felt the same way.

"I love you too, Janet", I said in to her hair, hugging her back. "Thank you
so much for making me a part of your family."

Janet hugged me tighter. She pulled away from me, smirked, and gave me a
quick kiss on the mouth! "You're very welcome!", she replied in a playful
tone, and walked away. She might have been my girlfriend's mother, but she
was too beautiful to take a kiss from without being a little breathless.


* * *

All good things must come to an end. Towards the end of the summer, my
parents called me on my cell. My mother and father were a little upset that
I hadn't been home to see them all summer. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed to
return home for the last month of break.

Katie was obviously upset at the prospect of us being separated. And Janet
didn't look very thrilled either. But they both tried to hide their
disappointment well. I just wondered how I was going to be able to sleep at
night without Katie snuggling up next to me. And, I had to admit, i'd miss
Janet's constant 'out of the blue' hugs.

After a tearful good-bye at the airport (which included more hugs from Janet
and a *very* passionate kiss from Katie), I flew to my parent's home for the
last month of summer vacation.

What's a good word for the month I spent back home with my parent's? Oh, I
know! BORING. I hadn't fully realized how much fun Katie and her mother were
until they weren't around. My parents are nice people. And I do love them.
But they're very conservative and not terribly fun. Mom and Dad think a
night at the opera is a fun evening. I'll take some rented DVDs, popcorn,
and Katie over the opera any day of the week.

Finally I couldn't' take it any more. I needed to see Katie. I missed her
terribly. I had told my parents all about her. So when I told them that I
had decided to make a surprise trip back to her house before the first week
of college started, they weren't overly offended. Mom did make me promise
that we'd both come visit them soon, so she and Dad could both meet her. In
a rare show of emotion, Mom hugged me and told me how happy she was that I
had met someone special to share my life with.

I barely remember the flight back to Katie's. I was just so excited to see
her again. And I figured it would be a fun surprise to just show up at the
door.

I rented a car at the airport and arrived at the house late in the evening.
At first I thought that maybe no one was home. I didn't see any lights on in
the living room, but I did notice one on in Katie's bedroom. I used the key
Janet had given me to let myself in, intent on surprising Katie. Instead, it
was I who got the surprise.

No one was in the kitchen or the living room. I quietly made my way
upstairs, figuring Katie was in her room reading or watching TV. I ever so
quietly opened her bedroom door and looked inside. What I saw almost stopped
my heart.

Katie was laying naked on her bed. Her legs were spread, and she was playing
with her own nipples. Her eyes were closed, and occasionally she would let
out a low moan of pleasure. Laying between Katie's legs, ardently licking at
her own daughter's pussy, was Janet. Katie's mother.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Katie's moans became louder and more
frequent. She arched her back, driving her pussy in to her mother's face.
"Yes, mommy. Yes. YES YES. I'm ... so ... close ..." Janet pulled Katie to
her eager mouth, and began to more frantically lick and suck her pussy,
eliciting more moans and more pleading for relief.

Ever so slowly, I closed the door to the bedroom. I made no sound. I had not
been noticed. I preferred it that way.

I felt dead inside. As if the spark of life within me had simply been
snuffed out. I wasn't angry. I wasn't sad. I felt like a robot. An
emotionless robot.

I quietly went downstairs to the kitchen, found a piece of paper and a
pencil, and wrote a short note.

"I came back from my parents early to surprise you. I was instead the one
surprised. I would tell you how I feel right now, except that I don't feel
anything. I wonder if I will anymore. How you could betray me like this I do
not know. Maybe I never knew you at all. I'm sure of only one thing. I don't
want to know you anymore. - David" I wrote the time down under my name, to
make sure there would be no confusion as to what the note was about. I was
here. I saw. And they would know. Quietly, I walked out the door, got in my
car, and drove to the airport. I wanted to get as far away from there as
possible.

Somehow lady luck was on my side. I managed to grab an immediate flight back
to school, although it cost me an arm and a leg. The last sensible thing I
did was to withdraw from my classes. I knew I had a snowball's chance in
hell of being able to do another semester in the state I was going to be in.
I was in shock. And eventually the shock would give way to grief. I didn't
want to make more of a mess of things than they had to be. I withdrew from
school, turned off my cell phone, unplugged my other phone and answering
machine, and went to bed.

I woke up two days later. I guess that's what depression is. I made it
through about twenty minutes of some stupid anime on the cartoon channel
when I just started to sob. It couldn't stop, and after awhile I didn't want
to. Katie was my whole world. My future. Her mother had been my friend. And
they had both betrayed me. I realized what Katie's secret must have been.
She and her mother were lovers. I wondered how long it had gone on. I
wondered if it was why she wouldn't sleep with me. Maybe she was a lesbian.
Maybe her mother had abused her as a child, and that was why she would never
make love to me. Maybe her sick mother had turned her in to a little lesbian
sex toy for her own amusement. However you looked at it, it was an abyss of
sickness. And somehow they'd managed to suck me in to it. "Damn both of
them", I thought to myself, "the deceitful whores!" But as much as I tried
to be angry, I just felt sad. The more that I thought about it, the more I
decided that neither one had probably wanted to hurt me. They probably even
liked me on some level. The rest of it was all psychoville, and best not
overly dwelt upon.

I didn't leave my apartment for a week. I watched a lot of soap operas and
infomercials. I drank all the alcohol I had, and when I started running out
of food ate pop tarts for meals. I think I showered once the whole time.

At the end of the week I decided to call my parents to let them know I
wasn't going to be in classes that semester. Using my cell was a mistake. I
had 47 voice mail messages. And I knew who they were from. Just for a little
self torture, I decided to listen to the first one. It was left the day I
left the note in Katie's mother's kitchen.

"David ..." said the voice. Katie's voice. Oh god. "David ... DAVID .. i'm
so so sorry. Baby, i'm so sorry." She kept sobbing and repeating herself
over and over. At times what she was saying was unintelligible through the
sobs. She was hyperventilating, desperately telling me that she loved me,
begging for my forgiveness, pleading with me to call her. I looked at the
phone thoughtfully, then threw it across the room in to a wall, smashing it.
No more voice mail.

Later I discovered that checking my email was also a mistake. 20+ emails,
all from Katie. I deleted them without reading them. What was the point? She
was crazy. Her mother was crazy. The entire situation was crazy. And the
only thing more crazy would be for me to involve myself in it further.

It was Tuesday night of the next week when I was awakened by a light in my
room. I was confused. I had turned off all the lights! I sat up, looked
around, and saw her. Katie's mother, Janet, was sitting on the edge of my
bed.

We stared at each other. I started to shake. I wasn't sure what I wanted to
do. Hit her? Physically throw her out? I tried to be calm.

"How did you get in here?", I asked as calmly as I could.

"I used the key you gave Katie", Janet said quietly. "I know I have no right
to be here. I know you hate me. And you have
every right to. I just ask that you please, please give me a chance to
explain. If you want me to leave after that, I will. I'll never
bother you again."

I was curious. What in the hell could she say? How could she *explain* what
had happened?
"I don't see the need for an explanation.", I said angrily.  "It all seems
crystal clear to me. You fuck your daughter. She played me for a sucker. I'm
not terribly bright. What am I missing?"

Tears began to form in Janet's eyes. She shuddered and blinked, and it was
obvious she was trying desperately to control her emotions. "It's important
for you to understand one thing first. Katie is my daughter. But she isn't
my biological daughter. Katie is adopted. I adopted her when she was 12."

That was a surprise. "Katie never told me she was adopted", I replied
suspiciously.

"Katie had a very troubled childhood. Her parents didn't love her. Her
mother was a drug addict. Her father was an alcoholic. He beat Katie. Often.
I'm sure you've noticed how reserved she is around strangers. She doesn't
trust anyone. And she's afraid of men. I can't tell you how shocked I was
when she told me she was dating you, David. I didn't think she'd ever trust
a man to any degree, let alone date one. Or fall in love with one. It
brought me a lot of joy knowing  that you had found each other. Now my baby
is hurting, and I have to try to help her. And you. That's why I came to see
you. To ask you to come back to her. To forgive her."

I was shocked and heart sick. The thought of anyone hitting Katie made me
physically ill. Even after all that had happened, I wanted to find her
father and kill him. The rage I felt surprised me. How could I feel this
protective of the woman who had betrayed me?

"So it wasn't incest. I suppose that removes most of the sickness from it.
Now we're down to simple deception and betrayal. I guess that isn't so bad",
I said mockingly.

Janet took a deep breath and continued as if i'd said nothing. "Katie and I
have been lovers since she was 16. She wouldn't go near men. And she could
never trust any woman enough to be intimate with them. She knew I loved her
unconditionally. It took a very long time, but she eventually came to trust
and love me. And when she got older, she came to me and asked me to be with
her. To make love to her. She told me that she was in love with me. She said
she wanted to stay with me forever. I couldn't say no. She's so beautiful,
David. You know that. On the inside as well as the outside. And I love her
so much. I couldn't refuse her. And when I had been with her, I knew I loved
her as much and in the same way that she loved me. When she went off to
school, it never occurred to either of us that she'd meet someone. Then she
met you. You were a surprise. She told me she had never met anyone like you.
So gentle. So obviously full of love and kindness. She called me right away
after your first date to tell me about you. I think she knew she loved you
that first day."

The situation was taking on a strange shape. It wasn't incest at all. And at
16, she was no vulnerable little girl. If Janet had wanted to just use her,
it made sense that she'd have initiated something much earlier. A lot of the
anger was slipping away as an understanding of what was happening came to
me. But I still hurt inside.

"When she realized how much she loved you, we talked about it. And I decided
we should end our relationship. The Mom in me took control. I wanted my
daughter to have a chance at a normal relationship. To be able to get
married and have children. To have the joy in her life that she was denied
as a child. Part of me didn't want to let go. I still love her desperately.
But because I love her, I want what's best for her. And after you came to
stay with us, I knew what was best for her was you."

"If all of this is true, then why did you end up in bed with her again?", I
asked quietly. I wasn't angry at all anymore. I was just in pain.

"Katie missed you. And David, I missed you. And I had a moment of weakness.
I love her so much. And just for a moment, I let myself want her. And she
knew. She saw. And she couldn't stay away. She felt so guilty the first
time. She cried, because she felt she was betraying you. She never slept
with you, because she didn't want to betray me. I told her not to worry. To
be with you. But she just couldn't. She cried because she had betrayed you
by being with me. And I cried for the same reason. But we couldn't stay away
from each other anymore. Katie loves you, David. But Katie and I love each
other too. It doesn't mean she loves you any less. It just ... is."

Finally Janet started to break down and cry. "I see you the way Katie does.
I know why she loves you. And I love you the same way. I've loved you since
the day we met. You'll never believe it. I know you won't. But I love you
and want you so badly it hurts. And I just ... if I could have one wish ...
I would wish that you could come home. Come home, and be with us. Come home
and be with the women who love you."

Janet's eyes were closed. She was just quietly crying. I couldn't believe
it. I couldn't believe any of it. It was insane. It was some sort of
amazing, wonderful, beautiful, completely insane fantasy. All I could feel
was this ache in my chest. All I wanted to do was hug Janet and comfort her.
I wanted her to stop crying. To stop hurting. I knew what it was like to
hurt like that. And I didn't wish it on anyone. I slid up to the edge of the
bed and silently drew her in to my arms.

At first she was surprised. Her eyes snapped open, and she locked gazes with
me. Then she just buried her head in my shoulder and held on for dear life.
It felt good to hold her. It seemed like the right thing to do.

After awhile she quieted down. "My daughter is dying, David. She doesn't
sleep. She doesn't eat. She sits in a chair and barely talks to me. She
cried and screamed for days. She hates herself for hurting you. She feels as
if she's done to you what her parents did to her ... betray her love and
trust. She doesn't want to live without you. I don't know if you can forgive
her yet. But please, please see her. Talk to her. And if you still love her,
I promise David. I promise i'll leave. I'll pack my things and go. I'll
never see her again."

I was stunned. She would leave? Her home? Her daughter? She'd never see her
again? But I knew she was telling the truth. She loved her daughter that
much. And, if I could believe her, she loved me that much. That was still a
hard concept to grasp. But thinking back to the months we'd all spent
together, I was beginning to see that it was true. The looks. The hugs. The
genuine warmth she showed. And that kiss in her kitchen. God, she did love
me.

Something sort of clicked in my head. I don't know what. I tilted Janet's
head back and looked at her tear streaked face. She has the most marvelous
lips. Large and lucious. And she always wears these sexy red shades of
lipstick to make them even more alluring. I looked in to her eyes. I saw the
sadness and pain. And for some reason, I just kissed her.

At first she did nothing. Her eyes were still open, and they widened in
shock. And then this dreamy look came over her. She closed her eyes, put her
arms around my neck, and kissed me back. Really kissed me back. Her tongue
went in to my mouth, and she let out a deep moan in the back of her throat.
It was this amazing soul-kiss. The sort Katie would give me when she was
especially happy and wanted to desperately show me how much she loved me.
And that's when I knew. I was in love with Janet. It was insane, but it was
true. I was in love with Katie. As much as I ever was. And I was in love
with her mother.

We finally broke the kiss and pushed away from each other. We were both sort
of frightened, I think. Janet looked shocked and lustful all at the same
time. We were both panting slightly from the length of the kiss. I could
still taste her in my mouth. Peppermint, my quirky mind calmly informed me.
She'd been eating something peppermint earlier.

Slowly Janet recovered and reached in to her purse and produced an airline
ticket. "Please come back. Please come back soon, David. Katie needs you."

"And what about you?", I asked quietly.

Janet stared at me and said nothing for a moment. "All that matters is that
the people I love are happy. Nothing else matters."

Emotionally I was pretty freaked out. My universe had been turned upside
down, then right side up and slightly sideways. I felt a little drunk,
actually. Everything seemed a little surreal and sort of funny at the same
time. I was in love with my girlfriend. I was in love with her mother. And
both of them were in love with me. Her mother has just nearly sucked my
tongue out of my mouth. And I was willing to bet she didn't really want to
leave. Something inside of me wanted to play some more with the seemingly
malleable boundaries of reality.

"What if I don't want you to go? What if I told you I wanted you. Right
here. Right now, That I wanted to lay you on my bed and slide deep inside of
you and fill you with my cum. What if I said that?"

That freaked her out. Finally. I was tired of always being the one who was
shocked or freaked out. It was time someone else was floored by the
seemingly endless string of insane events that had been hammering at me for
almost two weeks.

Janet collected herself, stood up, and quietly said, "I'd tell you that
under other circumstances, i'd be overcome with joy and happiness and would
beg you to do it. But we shouldn't. You should go to Katie."

Oddly I wasn't surprised. It was hard to surprise me anymore. I sort of
smirked. "What if I told  you I wanted you to get on  your knees and suck my
cock and swallow my cum?"

Janet looked right at me. "I'd tell you i'd love to suck your cock, and
swallow your cum. And on another day, i'd beg you to do it. But right now,
you need to see Katie."

"Do you think Katie wants to do these things?", I asked. Maybe Katie was
more in to her mother sexually than she was in to me. That was a depressing
thought.

"Katie wants to be with you even more than I do. Which seems inconceivable
to me at the moment. But it's true.", said Janet.

"This is insane", I said. My fear was kicking in and getting the better of
me. "This is all a load of shit. I'll go back. And it will all be another
lie. More lies, more pain. I can't take any more of it. You don't love me.
Katie doesn't love me. This is some sick game you're all playing. And i'm
not playing anymore."

And that's when Janet did something completely unexpected. I still can't
believe she did it. As it happens, it was probably the only thing she could
have done to prove to me she was telling the truth. She showed me.

Quickly Janet walked over to me. I thought she was going to hit me or
something, so I sort of backed away. Instead, she grabbed the waist and of
my pajama bottoms and pulled them down as she dropped to her knees She took
gentle hold of my cock, which after the kiss was pretty hard, and slid it in
to her mouth.

I thought i'd explode right there, seeing those red lipstick covered lips
descend over my cock. I'd never been sucked like this before. It was like
she was putting her heart and soul in to sucking my cock. Lovingly,
passionately, she kept sucking me. I could feel her take me in to her
throat. She pulled me out of her mouth, looked up at me, and said softly "I
love you" and then slowly pulled my cock back in to her mouth. That was it.
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her on to my shaft. She knew it
was time. She took me all the way in, crushing her lips to the base of my
cock, as I exploded in her mouth. I could feel her working her throat,
swallowing my cum. I don't think i've ever come so hard in my life.

After I was finished, she slid me out of her mouth and took her time licking
my cock clean. Everything she did was loving and affectionate. When she was
finished she planted little gentle kisses all over my cock. Then she stood
up, and looked in to my eyes.

"I love you. Do you believe me?"

I nodded. I did.

"Katie loves you. Do you believe that?"

I nodded again. I don't think I could have spoken if I had wanted to.

Tenderly Janet kissed me and pulled me close. Finally she pulled away.

"Emotions are running high tonight. You may decide later that this was a
mistake. It will never be so for me. I told you I would leave so you and
Katie can be together. If that's what you decide you want, I still will do
so. And I make one final promise. I promise that neither one of us will ever
deceive you again." Janet picked up her coat and purse, and left.

I fell back on my bed and passed out. I didn't wake up until early the next
morning.


* * *

I had no idea what I should do. I wanted to go back to Katie. From what her
mother had said, she was in awful physical and emotional shape. If she
wasn't eating or sleeping she'd soon end up in the hospital. And then
probably in some psycho ward because of her depression. The girl I loved
didn't deserve that. Especially when she'd suffered so much as a child. And
Janet. I had to admit, I badly wanted to see her too. Almost a much as I
wanted to see Katie. I couldn't forget her sucking my cock. Or the kiss we
had shared. They were amazing erotic images that were forever burned in to
my mind.

But after the hurt and shock I had suffered, I was scared. It was totally
irrational, but I felt that something *else* would happen. Not that I could
think of anything specific. It was just a general feeling of fear concerning
the entire situation. I couldn't take another kick in the stomach.
Especially so soon after the last one.

Finally I decided I needed some advice. I needed someone's objective and
unbiased opinion. I needed to talk to someone who was open minded enough to
appreciate and understand my situation. I decided to call my old high school
friend, Mark.

Mark is sort of strange. But that's what makes him so interesting. And he's
utterly loyal. It's a thing with him. So I knew that he wouldn't blab the
story to anyone. I picked up the phone and gave him a call.

After some brief polite introductory chit-chat, I told Mark that I had a
problem and needed his advice. I then explained everything that had
happened. When I was finished, there was a very long silence. I thought he
might have hung up.

"Hello... ?", I asked questioningly.

It was then that he started to laugh. A sort of high-pitched cackling.
That's the sign that you've really amused him. Great. My life is now a big
joke.

"Holy shit!", he said. "If anyone else had told me this story, i'd swear
they were making it up. But you ... you don't make things up. Oh my god. Oh
my fucking god."

"Do you have anything more helpful to add? This isn't funny to me.", I said
irritably.

"Wait a second. Let me get over the shock for a moment before my brain kicks
in to gear. OH MY FUCKING GOD! Okay, that's better. I'm done now." Mark
seemed suddenly calm. "Okay. Lets look at this rationally. It's unlikely
that Janet would fly all the way to see you just to play a silly game. And
if you really meant nothing to her, why would she be so emotional? And why,
for god sakes, would she perform an intimate sexual act for you? These
things don't add up. Maybe Janet and Katie are both totally crazy. I don't
know. But i'm pretty sure they both really care about you too. Say, can I
listen to your voice mail?"

"My cell phone's voice mail? Why?", I asked.

"Because I want to hear Katie. I want to hear what she sounds like. I know
when someone is acting. I can tell. Let me hear her, and i'll be able to
tell you if she really loves you or not. It doesn't necessarily give you a
clear course of action if she does, but it helps make the puzzle a little
clearer."

I agreed and gave him the number and pin code to access my voice mail. He
agreed to call me back when he was done, and we hung up.

45 minutes later, the phone rang. It was Mark.

"Did you ever listen to any of those voice mail messages?", he asked
quietly.

"Just a little bit of the first one, remember?", I said.

Mark paused for a moment. When he replied, he was deadly serious.

"David, i'm your friend. And as your friend, i'm telling you to go see
Katie. Go see her right now. Get a bag, throw some clothes in, take the
ticket. And leave. Hang up on me, and just go. Just go now."

I was a little shocked. "Why do you think ..."

"Shut up, David. Shut up and go to her now. Stop thinking. Stop worrying.
Just go. Go before you lose her. She loves you. Janet loves you. Don't be a
fool. Just go."

I didn't know what to say. Those voice mail messages must have done
something to him. I could tell he was really freaked out, and I knew that
was a hard thing to do to him.

"Okay", I said. "I'm going now."

"Good. And please, if you find out either of them has a sister, put in a
good word for me."

I laughed, the first time i'd done so in a long time. "Will do."

"Good luck", said Mark. And we hung up.

I didn't wait. I threw some clothes and other things in a bag, grabbed the
airline ticket, and headed off to see my Katie.


* * *

When I got to their house, sometime in the afternoon, I made a somewhat
perverse decision. I decided to do what i'd done the last time. I decided to
use the key i'd been given and sneak in to their house.

Some dark part of my mind told me that i'd find Katie and Janet locked in
some passionate embrace again. Then i'd know they were both lying psycho
bitches. Then i'd know neither of them ever really loved me. Then i'd be
able to hate them like I should.

Again I quietly entered the house. This time, I heard the television on in
the living room. I quietly walked to the living room, and saw a sight that
broke my heart.

Katie was sitting in a large overstuffed chair, wrapped in a blanket. She
looked shocking pale. Her eyes had huge purple marks under them, as if she'd
been punched repeatedly. And her eyes themselves were swollen. It was
obvious she'd been crying a great deal, and not sleeping either. She looked
somewhat gaunt. Much thinner than i'd ever seen her before. Her eyes were
closed. But from the way she was sitting, it was clear she was awake. Her
hair was dirty and matted in places. I think she must have thrown up atleast
once.

I slowly walked over to her chair and knelt down so that our faces were
level to one another's. She didn't move. Quietly I said, "Muffin".

It was my pet name for her. She would call me honeybear, and i'd call her
muffin. They were stupid pet names. And were meant to be. One day Katie had
decided that if we were going to be a couple, we should have "super-cutsie
idiotic pet names for one another like other couples do". Her words, not
mine. So she decided i'd be honeybear. And I decided she'd be muffin. They
were like safe words. If we thought the other was upset or needed special
reassurance, we'd use the silly pet names. This seemed like one of those
times.

Katie opened her eyes. She stared at me dully for a moment, not
comprehending what she was seeing. Then her eyes went wide. She sucked in a
breath and just stared. Her eyes began to tear up, as she slowly reached out
to touch my face.

"Hello Muffin", I said softly. I took her hand and gently kissed it and
pulled it to my cheek.

That was it. She let out a long, soulful wail, and grabbed hold of me for
dear life. Huge sobs wracked her body as she cried and clung to me. I'd
never seen a person express so much pain and torment. My god, how could I
have let this go on for so long? I should have known. I should have come
back and told her it was all right. I started to cry too. I whispered in her
ear over and over, "I love you, muffin. I love you so much. I'll never leave
you. Never, never, never." She gripped my shoulders tighter and tighter. I
think she was afraid that if she let go i'd disappear.

After a few minutes she began to quiet down. But she wouldn't look at me.
She just wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my shoulder. I
gently picked her up, sat down in the chair, and pulled her in to my lap. It
was like holding a little child in my arms. She was even wearing pajamas
that wouldn't look out of place on a young girl. There was something so cute
and innocent about her. I wanted nothing more in the world than to love and
protect her. I guess that hasn't changed.

I heard something at the doorway and turned to look. Janet stood there,
tears streaming down her cheeks. She smiled, turned, and walked away. She
wanted us to have time to ourselves. Time we needed to heal.

I gently began to pull Katie away from me, so I could see her face. But she
wouldn't let me. She kept turning away and burying her face in my shoulder.

"Katie, look at me", I said patiently.

"No", she said in a sad little girl voice.

"Why won't you look at me?, I asked

"I can't. I can't look at you. I'm a horrible, evil person. I'm sick and
ugly and dirty and ..."

I knew what to say. "I love you", I said gently.

"NO!", she cried and began to sob again. "No .. no ... i'm bad ... i'm bad
... you can't love me ..."

"I love you", I said again. I understood now what her mother must have done
to help her. She was in horrible pain over what she has done to me. But that
pain was somehow connected to a deeper, older pain. She was again the little
girl who was abused by her parents. Never good enough to love. Dear god, I
prayed, please help me make this stop.

"Don't leave me, Katie. Don't push me away. Don't leave me. I need you. I
love you. Please, Katie, Please." It was a ploy. But it wasn't completely
fabricated. I was a little afraid that her self hatred would keep her unable
to love me. And I couldn't live with that.

That did it. The prospect of hurting me again was too horrible for her to
contemplate. She immediately pulled her head away from me, and looked
fearfully in to my eyes. She was waiting for the slap, I knew. The blow from
her loved one. What she felt she deserved.

I cupped her face. "I love you, Katie", I said softly. And I kissed her.

She shook. And she moaned. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she returned
my kiss with tenderness and urgency. Her mother had found the answer to heal
her broken heart. Replace the painful blows with pleasurable touches.
Replace the harsh words with loving ones. It dawned on me that Janet had
used the same technique on me, when she had taken me in to her mouth.
Physical intimacy was a concrete demonstration of love for the both of them.
It communicated more purely and more clearly than any words could. And
that's when I knew what to do. What I desperately wanted to do. What Katie
needed me to do.

Slowly my hands began to slide under Katie's pajama top. She broke our kiss
to suck in a loud, ragged breath. She looked at me in surprise. "I love you,
Katie. I'll always love you. Be with me, love. Be with me always." There was
no indecision in the look she gave. She dived for my face, renewing our kiss
with one that seemed to burn. My hands cupped her breasts under her top, and
I began to caress and gently squeeze them as our tongues played in each
other's mouths. Suddenly Katie ripped my shirt open, buttons flying
everywhere. The feel of her hands and soft pajama top again my skin was
amazing. I felt as if I were burning up.

There would be no foreplay. Our entire relationship had been foreplay.
Everything had led up to this moment. This desperate, passion and love
filled moment. What we both wanted and desperately needed more than anything
in life was to have me deep inside her body. For us to finally be one. And
it was going to finally happen now.

I could feel Katie's desperate need for me with every kiss and moan. Unable
to wait any longer, I grabbed her pajama top and quickly lifted it up and
over her head. She was quick to help, lifting her arms so I could pull it
completely off of her. My hands went to her bottoms. I grabbed the elastic
waistband and helped Katie pull them down and off. She was frantic, almost
falling over in desperate haste to be naked. When her bottoms were finally
off, she stood and began frantically grabbing and tugging at my belt.
"Wait", I gasped. "Wait. Let me..." I stood and unbuckled my belt, and began
pulling off my pants. A moan of pure frustration and desire came from Katie.
Finally when I got them down to my ankles, Katie pushed me down and pulled
them the
rest of the way off. She grabbed my boxers and pulled them off as well. I
thought she'd come back up to me, to kiss me or mount me. But instead, Katie
knelt before me, took my hard cock in her hand, and with a guttural moan
slid it in to her mouth.

It was almost too much. The sight of it. The feel of it. She sucked and
sucked. Her saliva was thick and ran down the sides. It was messy and dirty
and completely wonderful. But no sooner had she begun to suck me, she drew
her mouth off of my cock and stood up. I was so hard it was painful. I
couldn't think. All I knew was desire for Katie. And then, ever so slowly,
she drew herself up on to my lap. Katie looked in to my eyes, never looking
away. And carefully, slowly, slid me inside of her pussy.

There was no friction. She was so wet, she was practically dripping. All I
could feel were her lips and then the warmth of her softness. She squatted
down, taking all of me in to her. She leaned forward, trembling, and slowly,
tenderly kissed me.

We both came together. It was mind blowing. The minute her lips touched mine
and our arms encircled one another, we both came. I could feel her shaking
uncontrollably. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock over and over as
wave after wave of the orgasm hit her. She moaned loudly in to my mouth,
over and over again. And I moaned in to her mouth as well. I'd never felt
myself cum like this. It was primal. A desperate need to fill her with my
seed. To make her mine. Our orgasms seemed to last forever. And then,
finally, she collapsed. I could tell she was completely unconscious. Her
body was entirely limp, but her arms were still around me and mine around
her. I settled back in to the chair, holding her close. I could still feel
myself inside of her. I could feel her breath on my chest, the warmth of her
juices and my cum slowly flowing from her vagina. I'd never felt so happy
and content before in my life. I sleepily realized that we'd used no
protection. Katie might become pregnant.

As I began to fall asleep, I smiled. I was sure our baby would be as
beautiful as Katie.


* * *

When I awoke Katie was still lying in my arms, fast asleep. She had a
beautiful smile on her face. For the first time since i'd seen her that day,
she looked peaceful and happy.

I noticed that we had been covered with a blanket. Our clothes were gone
from the floor, and were laying on the couch folded neatly. On the table
next to our chair there was a plate filled with croissants, jam and butter.
A large glass of orange juice sat next to it. Obviously Janet had been busy.

I realized I had lost feeling in my right arm from Katie laying on it. I
tried to gently move it around so as not to wake her, but it didn't work.
Katie opened her eyes. I could do nothing but smile at her, and she smiled
as well. It was that beautiful, angelic smile i'd always loved. The one that
always made me feel as if everything would be all right. And I knew,
finally, that it would be.

The food had been a good idea. I knew Katie hadn't been eating. I silently
took the tray of food from the table and set it on my lap, next to her. I
then put some jam and butter on a croissant, and began feeding it to Katie.
She obligingly opened her mouth and began to nibble. It was clear that she
was starved. But somehow taking food from my hand took precedence over her
hunger. I could tell we both enjoyed my feeding her. I smeared jelly on her
lips. She smiled and sexily licked them clean. When she was finished, she
took my hand and began to lick and suck my fingers.

Putting the plate back on the table, I took the glass of juice and put it to
her lips. She drank several swallows. Then she took a mouthful, and sat up.
She smiled and began to slowly move her lips towards mine. It was sort of
weird at first,. but then I realized it was just one more loving and
intimate way for her to show me how much she loved me. My lips parted as she
locked her mouth on mine and began to slowly transfer the juice from her
mouth to my own.. I swallowed each gulp, finally feeling her tongue entering
and exploring my orange juice flavored mouth. We repeated this interesting
ritual several times. Katie would drink some of the juice. Then she'd sit up
and share it with me.

I thought my heart would burst, I loved her so much. I started to say so
when she placed her finger to my lips. She shook her head with a smile. "I
know. You can say it. But you don't have to. Not anymore. I know. I'll
always know."

I pulled her close, and we promptly fell back asleep.



* * *

I vaguely recall waking up at some point, only to lay back down somewhere
more comfortable. So when I woke up later laying on the floor, it did make
some sense.

Someone had made a little love nest out of the living room. I found myself
laying on a large air mattress. There were pillows and blankets everywhere.
What little light there was came from scented candles that were placed all
over the room. A platter of fruit and cheese along with two glasses and a
bottle of wine lay on the coffee table. Janet, I suspected, had been busy
again.

Katie laid next to me. I noticed that her hair was clean, damp, and smelled
like shampoo. She'd obviously managed to grab a quick shower while I slept.

When I looked up, I noticed that Janet was sitting in the shadows in the
large chair Katie and I had previously occupied. She smiled and gave a
little wave.

"I just enjoy watching you both sleep.", she said quietly. "You both seem so
happy and peaceful."

"That's because we are", I replied sincerely. "I've never been so happy. No
worries. No doubts."

Janet still smiled, but looked a little sad. "I'm glad. Then it looks like
my work here is done."

I remembered her promise to leave. From her words and demeanor, it seemed as
if she planned to follow through with it immediately. But I knew that wasn't
what I wanted. I didn't want her to leave her home. Or daughter. Or, I
thought finally, me.

"Why are you sitting there", I asked with a smile.

Janet looked uncertain. "I just like to watch you both sleep. I didn't mean
to bother ..."

"Janet", I said. "I just wanted to know why you're sitting over there, all
alone, instead of laying here in our bed"

It was obvious that she was totally surprised. She had probably been
mentally preparing herself all day to leave her home and daughter behind
forever. "And me", I amended mentally. "She loves me, too."

I could tell Janet was going to start crying. "Don't cry!" I said with mock
severity. "Everyone is always crying! I can't take any more crying. I'm
exhausted, and so is our little girl. Just come get in bed."

And with that, I laid back down next to Katie, placing an arm around her and
snuggling close.

A few moments later I smelled a familiar perfume and felt Janet lay down
next to me. She snuggled close to me. The feel of her skin and her large
breasts against my back was wonderful.

"I love you", she whispered in to my ear. She kissed my shoulder.

"I love you too", I said,. taking the arm she placed over me and pulling her
closer.

And again I fell asleep.



* * *

I vaguely remember having some erotic dream. I don't think it started that
way, but it ended up being about sex. Someone was sucking my cock, and it
felt so incredibly good I thought i'd go crazy.

As I started to wake up, I realized I wasn't dreaming anymore. I could feel
a warm, wet, velvety mouth expertly sucking my cock. Oh my god, it felt
good.

I also felt a tongue in my ear, and a hand slowly caressing my chest. Then
there were lips kissing my cheek. And then my mouth. I opened my eyes.

Katie started back at me, her face inches from my own. She had a big smile
on her face, and began to giggle a little as she leaned down to quickly kiss
my mouth again.

"Wha ... oh ... ohhhhh .... hi!", I said intelligently, trying to
concentrate enough despite the cock sucking to form a complete
sentence.

Katie began kissing me in earnest, her kisses lingering and her tongue
exploring. The feeling on my cock was making me go wild. I began arching my
pelvis up to meet Janet's mouth, and grabbed Katie and began to passionately
kiss her and fondle her breasts.

My reaction apparently served as encouragement for Janet, who began to even
more enthusiastically suck me off. Again she took me deep in to her throat.
Again I could feel her mouth sucking me as hard as she possibly could.
Between Janet's mouth on my cock and Katie's sweet kisses, I couldn't hold
out for long. My cock exploded in to Janet's hungry mouth.

"No!", said Katie, breaking away from our kiss. She quickly moved town
toward her mother, who was still sucking and swallowing my hot sticky cum.

"Mom ... ", said Katie questioningly. Janet raised her hand and motioned for
Katie to come closer. Suddenly I felt Janet give an especially hard suck on
my cock, filling her mouth with cum. She then pulled her mouth away, and
pulled Katie to her. I watched in surprise as Janet and Katie locked their
mouths together and watched as Janet fed Katie my semen. I couldn't believe
how erotic it was watching them kiss, not to mention watching Katie's throat
move as she swallowed my cum from her mother's mouth.

Finally the two of them broke their kiss. Janet quickly went back to my
cock, licking away the excess cum and saliva. Cleaning my cock with her
tongue. Katie looked at me, licking her lips, and smirked.

"I always wanted to taste your cum. Mom promised that she'd save some for me
when you came." said Katie

"It's not like i'm unwilling to give you some anytime you want it.", I said
smirking back at her.

"I like your attitude!", beamed Katie

Janet slowly finished her cleaning and crawled up to sit with the two of us.

"Good morning!", said Janet with a big smile.

"It certainly is!", I said laughing.

"I would kiss you, David, but since ..."

"... you want me to grab you and kiss you like I really mean it, you're
going to wait for me to do it", I replied as I leaned forward, put my arm
around Janet, and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Mmmmm", she moaned in to my mouth.

"So", said Katie in a mock analytical voice, "David likes to be awakened
with a blow job. Give him a blow job and he's all smiles and kisses. Blow
job in the morning. Got it. No problem!"

I broke my kiss with Janet, leaving her breathless. "Katie, I must confess.
I like your attitude!", I said with a grin.

"Thanks!", said Katie innocently.

"Admit it. You're just trying to trap me with your feminine wiles so i'll
marry you.", I said jokingly "It's the oldest trick in the book!"

"Is it working?", asked Katie pleasantly but with surprising seriousness.

"Let me get back to you on that some time in the very near future", I
replied. "That particular little drama requires a special ...ah ... prop
which I need to acquire first."

Katie smiled and leaned forward to gently press her forehead against mine.
We were so close, our eyes closed. "I don't need a prop", she said quietly.
"I just need you."

"You know how I feel. Katie, will you marry me?"

The patented Katie bear hug. I was experiencing it again. And the crying.
Although this was happy crying. Laughing. Kisses on my face. I was getting
married.

Janet came and hugged us both, and was crying like her daughter. Katie threw
her arms around her mother and gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth. I
bet most engagements don't start like that!

I looked at Janet and gently touched her face. She took my hand and held it
to her cheek. "We could move to Utah", I joked.

Janet smiled and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on my mouth. "I'm so
happy. I can't tell you."

"I'd marry you both if I could", I said sincerely.

"I know you would", she said. "And i'd say yes. Believe me, I would."

"You could still wear my ring", I said. "It wouldn't be legal. But we could
take vows. You could be my wife."

Katie went to her mother's ear and whispered loudly, "Say yes, Mom. David's
a real babe. I don't think you're going to get a better guy for a husband."

The bear hug. Janet must have been the one to teach it to Katie to begin
with. It was hard to breathe, and Janet was crying and kissing my face, but
it seemed to me that she also was saying yes.



* * *

We were all married a month later. Of course, Katie is my only legal wife.
But the Unitarian Universalist minister who married us had no problem with a
purely ceremonial second wedding between Janet and myself, and then a third
wedding between Janet and Katie. What a guy. He's on our Christmas card list
for life.

It was a good thing we were all so marriage minded. We soon discovered that
Katie was pregnant. And then, shockingly, so was Janet! Janet was a little
worried that Katie and I would be upset for some reason about her pregnancy,
but we were both overjoyed. What's amazing is that Janet didn't think she
could have children. Maybe true love was the special missing ingredient.

Explaining everything to my parents was difficult. I thought my mother was
going to have some sort of seizure. It was my father who rose to the
occasion and informed me how proud he was to have me for a son. I was never
in to sports or anything really macho. Apparently having two beautiful women
madly in love with me made me a real man in his eyes. Hey, whatever floats
his boat.

Janet *does* have a younger sister, Sara. And at the reception we made a
special effort to introduce her to my good friend Mark. Just like I promised
him. Katie and Janet love Mark, especially after I told them how he demanded
I go to Katie when she needed me. Sara and Mark started doing the long
distance relationship thing for about 4 months. Finally Sara just arrived on
Mark's doorstop one day and informed him that she was moving in and they
were getting married. Sara looks a lot like her sister Janet, has the same
loving and affectionate disposition, but has an even stronger personality.
Of course he said yes. He's in
heaven. And so am I.



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