Message-ID: <45783asstr$1071054602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200312100633.hBA6XCne015358@mailserver2.hushmail.com> From: "Russell Hoisington" X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 22:33:12 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Wynter 3: Mother's Helper 03/03 {Hoisington} (Mg rom ped inc cons slow) x-asstr-message-id-hack: 45783 Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2003 06:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw WYNTER KING 3: MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER by Russell Hoisington --------------------------------------------------------------------- This is an erotic fantasy. The characters and the situation are purely imaginary, and this story is *NOT* intended to be a guide for actual behavior. Any similarities between this story and actual people or actual events you should be ashamed of are purely coincidental. If it is illegal in your part of the world to access and read erotic fiction, or if you are underage, or if you don't like underage sex stories, then you should stop now. This story is copyright 2003 by Russell Hoisington. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial (free) sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. That does *not* mean that these stories are in the public domain, nor does it mean that I give permission for you to use them in spam advertising. I reserve the right to determine what is "spam advertising" by *my* definition, not yours or anyone else's. Thank you for your consideration. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Six of Eight Wynter knocked gently on the door frame. "May I come in?" Her father's eyes jumped from the television screen to her face. He smiled his biggest, warmest smile, the one that always made her heart feel like it would explode from her chest like that yucky creature in "Alien," except it wanted to explode in joy, not pain. He put down the handgrip exercisers, reached for the remote control, and turned off the television. "My nurse is always welcome in here." He brought the head of the bed from forty-five degrees to full upright and held his arms open to her. "You don't have to ask." "I don't think you and Mother would have liked me walking in without asking last night," she said with a giggle as she snuggled her face against his neck. She pulled back and gave him her biggest smirk. "Would you?" For a second he looked almost embarrassed. "We thought you were asleep." "Unh uh," she grunted as his hands kneaded her back through her knit top. "I was doing what Mother was doing, except I had imagine you and use my fingers." She sighed deeply and looked VERY put upon. "It's not as good." She saw the reaction in his eyes as he realized he wasn't feeling a training bra strap. She giggled. "Mother went for a walk. I thought," she said, straightening and reaching for the hem of her top, "that you might like to exercise your hands with these." She lifted the bottom of her blouse above her small titties and twisted slightly to let him have a good view of the pink cones on them. The delighted grin on his face made her feel wonderful all the way down to her toes and back up again. He took the soft, pale orbs in his hands and gently squeezed. "I can't squeeze these as hard as I can the exercisers," he said in mock complaint. "No, but these will be gentler to your hands. Doctor King prescribes you use them for a while." He raised an eyebrow. "DOCTOR King?" "Uh huh. I think I want to go to medical school." She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as he massaged her small breasts. She giggled when he tweaked her nipples to open her eyes and gave her a stern look. "So that's why you and Kevin disappear together every time he shows up. He's been giving you a sales pitch! And here I thought you were just sneaking off to have sex together." She giggled again, then leaned forward to give him a nose-and- lips kiss. She backed away for a second and then, as the horny feeling between her legs grew unbearable, she glued his mouth to his and invited his tongue in to play. She moaned in anticipation as his big hand slid down to cup her butt and squeeze it, then continued down to the leg of her pink knit shorts. His fingertips slid under the shorts, and two wiggled their way under the leg opening of her panties. The flats of the nails of those fingers slid around the front of her leg to the short cornsilk curls and then moved downward. His fingers shifted position and the fingertips came to rest on the fat little pads on either side of her split. She shifted her feet further apart to give him better access. Her split made a wet sound as his fingers pulled it open. Then his ring finger entered her panties and held her split apart so that his middle finger could stroke first through the puddle of liquid at the entrance to her vagina and then across the hard little stick of her clitty. She moaned and sighed around his invading tongue. He withdrew his tongue and pulled his head back to focus on her face. "I get the feeling your fingers weren't enough last night." "Unh uh." She could hear in her voice the desperation she felt in her pussy. "It's been two weeks, and I got REALLY horny during my period last week. It hasn't gotten any better since. Please, Daddy, I know we can't make love, but can you get me off with your fingers? Please?" She knew she was begging like a child, but she was so horny, so desperate for relief, that she couldn't help it. She had cum four times the night before, and it had barely helped. His fingertip began vibrating her clitty. Relief mixed with need shot through her from that spot. His fingertip dipped slightly into her desperate cunt, gathering more pussy juice and causing a new sensation as he stretched her open slightly. His finger returned to attack the ache in her clitty. The clockspring in her pussy began tightening. As if it were attached to strings reaching to her face, the tightening spring pulled her face into a scowl and then a pucker as it kept winding tighter and tighter andtighterandtighterand.... She tried really hard not to make any noise when she came, just the way she had done the night before, but the feeling was TOO good, especially when he stopped rubbing her clitty directly and slid his finger inside her throbbing pussy at the height of her climax. The fingers on the fat little pads on either side of her split continued to squeeze-stroke her. A strangled groan escaped from her throat, and she thought it might have been loud, but she wasn't sure. Her ears stopped working while the spasms shook her body. As she came down she gasped, "Daddy, I love you!" She gasped twice more before she could add, "With all my heart." His heart-felt smile made his face glow. "I love you with all my heart, too, honey." His fingertip traced the "X" over his heart. She gasped as her breathing slowed, never taking her eyes off his face, searching it and finding only love for her written all over it. It made her whole slender body tingle more than the orgasm did. "Want me to do you?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "We don't have time," he said, and he looked really and truly disappointed when he said it. But he left his finger inside her. "Daddy, haven't you told Mother yet?" He shook his head. "I've dropped plenty of hints. One of the best ways to handle your mother is to give her information she needs to work out answers for herself. If her mind has subconsciously prepared itself for what you're going to tell her, then it's easier to break news to her." "And you think that will work this time?" she asked, squeezing his finger with her cunny muscles. "Well, I certainly HOPE...." The slamming door rocked the house. Her father removed his fingers from her pussy and her panties and sucked them clean. Wynter jerked down the hem of her blouse and smoothed her clothing into place, then dropped into the overstuffed chair by the door as footsteps stomped through the house and down the hall. A scared feeling made a cold knot in the pit of her stomach, and she looked to her father for courage. He looked from the door to her and mouthed, more than he said in a soft voice, "I don't think that's Ellen back for a visit." Five feet, five inches of red-faced fury stopped in the doorway. Angie's shoulder-length, light-brown hair was tied back with a blue bandana. A white-knuckled left fist gripped her walking stick. Her .38-Special wavered in her right as she gasped for air. Her face was wet with sweat. She'd obviously been running. She glanced down at Wynter and then snarled at Richard. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" --------------------------------------------------------------------- Seven of Eight Richard gave Wynter his warmest, most reassuring smile. "Wynter, would you excuse us, please? Your mother wants to talk." Angie's furious gaze swept down to Wynter and caused her to cringe back into the chair. "Wait a minute. Wynter, did he molest you?" Tears brimmed in the twin blue-green pools. "M--m--molest me?" "Did HE," she indicated Richard with the gun barrel, "force himself on you and molest you? Fondle you? Coerce you into fondling HIM?" "Angie, put the gun away. You're scaring her." "ANSWER ME!" Tears exploded as Wynter cringed and folded her legs up into the chair and along her body. She wrapped her arms around them and tried to make herself as small as possible. "Mommy, it wasn't Daddy's fault, it was all mine. He couldn't make me do anything. He was hurt and in the bed all the time," she cried through tears. Angie turned her fury back to Richard. "You've got her taking the blame for you," she spat. His voice stayed calm, rational, and gentle. "Put the gun in the holster, Angie. You aren't Patsy Ramsey or Lorena Bobbitt, and you aren't going to hurt either of us." Angie focused on the revolver as if she were seeing it for the first time. She tucked it in the holster and fastened the safety strap while snarling at him. "Angie, it's not HER fault, it's ours." "Oh! So you can't accept your responsibility without shifting some of the blame onto her?" "Not Wynter's and mine ours. Yours and mine ours." He smiled at Wynter. "Honey, you can go now. It's okay. Mother and I just need to talk. All right?" She looked at him, her eyes dumping tears. "Okay." She looked up at Angie as she started unfolding. "Mommy, don't hurt him, please? [sniff] I love you both. I don't want you to hurt him. [sniff] Please?" Angie tore her eyes from her husband to look down at her daughter. Some of the fire faded. "I won't hurt him," she said. Wynter's face said she wasn't convinced. Richard had an idea. "Honey, would you do me a favor?" "Uh huh. [sniff] What?" She rose to her feet and turned to face him. She looked ready to bolt into his arms but was too frightened to do so. "You know that cedar tree that you said looks like it has a big scary thing crawling out of it? Would you take a drawing pad out there and draw me a picture of the thing? Not the tree as it is, but with the scary thing crawling out?" She sniffed, looking from him to her mother and back. "Okay." She was being run outside and she knew it, but she went along with it because he'd asked for a favor. "Colored pencils or black and white?" she asked, sniffing again and brushing tears away. "I think black and white might look scarier. Don't you, dear?" When Angie didn't respond, he stared at her and indicated with a nod in Wynter's direction that she should say something. "Yes. Yes, that would be better." "'Kay. I love you, Daddy. I love you, Mommy." "I love you, honey." "I love you, too, sweetheart." Angie watched Wynter retrieve a pad and pencil from her room and then trudge down the hall with her shadow in slow pursuit. She turned to glare at Richard. "What...." He held up a finger to silence her and pointed in the general direction of Wynter with it. "Sit down, please" he said in a gentle voice. "Wait until she's outside." The closing kitchen door was barely audible in the silence. He preempted the opening attack. "We failed her, Angie." "WE? Richard..." "We. Both of us. Here. In this place. With this house. This location." She shook her head. "This is the house we wanted. We both wanted to live here." "Yes, we did. But we made that decision before we made her. We never looked to see if that decision was still the right one after she was born." Her left fist clenched around the walking stick. She brought it horizontal across her knees and grabbed it in her right fist. "You're trying to change the subject. You'd hinted at moving before. Were you planning all along to use that to distract me when I found out?" "Wynter's being deprived by being out here all alone with us." "DEPRIVED?" Angie shook her head in bewilderment. "She has trees and flowers and nature and low crime and..." "And no interaction with other people, especially people her own age. She's being raised like a miniature grownup, not like a kid." "So you used her like she was an adult to get off. What the..." "Angie, do you know how much she knows about sex?" "Obviously a HELL of a lot more than she knew when I left. Just how much DID you teach her?" "Honey, please! One argument at a time. Do you know how much she knew when you left?" "Well, of course I do, for piss' sake. I'M the one who had the mother-daughter talk with her." "Exactly." He leaned back and lowered upper half of the bed slightly from full upright. His complacent grin of triumph confused her. He had obviously scored a point, but why? What was the point of the point? She had been married to him too long. She knew not to ignore that look. He adjusted the pillow behind his head. "Ever notice how she handles a compliment?" "She sometimes gets a little embarrassed, but what the hell does THAT...." "It's all related. And it's not 'sometimes.' She ALWAYS gets embarrassed unless it's a teasing compliment. Always. Or did until Ellen and Kevin explained to her how to handle...." "WHAT? Ellen and Kevin? For piss' sake, Richard! That's our job." "Yes," he said in a soft voice. "That's OUR job. But when we don't do our job, she has to go elsewhere to learn. And how do kids normally learn things they don't learn from their parents? They learn them from other people, especially other kids. But she doesn't have other kids around to learn from most of the time." "Richard, you're crazy! There's Kenny Taylor, Suzie Middleton..." "Suzie! Glad you brought her up." Angie frowned at his grin, beginning to realize that she was being steered into setups. "Kids learn a lot about sex from other kids. They listen to conflicting information, seek a general pattern, and assume that what most of the people say is probably what's right. Only she doesn't have any kids but Suzie to listen to, and Suzie doesn't always have answers. The ones she does have are frequently wrong, or at least incomplete. Not that any more would guarantee she'd get the right information. "She didn't know what being horny was, or why she felt that need. She didn't know that she could masturbate to relieve the feeling, and she didn't know HOW to masturbate once she learned it would help. "Do you know what else she asked me? 'Why would some boy in college want to look at my pussy?' She honestly didn't know." Angie's knuckles turned whiter as she squeezed her walking staff. Richard supposed it was a proxy for his neck. "Well, number two, I suppose you showed her why, and number one, why would she ask THAT question in the first place?" "I EXPLAINED the answer the second time she asked it, though I was hoping she'd save it to ask you. And you're missing the significance of her question. She doesn't KNOW. She doesn't UNDERSTAND what a sexual relationship is all about." Angie rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling. "Oh! Well!" She glared at him and added, "Isn't she LUCKY that you are able to SHOW her! I thought we were PROTECTING her." "Exactly." She shook her head, wondering what part he was agreeing with, and suddenly realized he'd awarded himself another point. She was still being steered. "What?" Richard shook his head. "We thought we were protecting her, but in reality we were preparing her to be a victim of the first slick-talking sonofabitch that realizes he has a naive winner on his hands." "That would be you," she said with a sneer. "Honey, you keep trying to start a new argument before we've finished with the old one," he said with a smile that did nothing to reduce her anger. "How do kids normally find out what the other half of humanity looks like?" "Well, books and ...." "No," he interrupted. "How do Dick and Jane REALLY find out what the other half looks like?" She stared at him for a second, and then slumped a little when she realized what his response would be. "They play 'doctor,' and 'show and tell,'" she said in a normal voice. "Exactly!" He ignored her wince. "They go to Alice DeClerk and Eddie Thomas." she realized, years too late. "But Wynter doesn't have that opportunity to do so because we wanted to live here in isolation. You can't raise a child in isolation or you'll raise a social misfit who doesn't know how to act around her peers and who doesn't know how, or when, to protect herself." "But I've TOLD her how to protect herself from everyone. From everyone except you because I never thought...." "Angie." It seemed strange to hear that patient tone directed from himself to her for a change. "That's the problem. You TOLD her. She's far too trusting." "Are we back to the new argument now?" He ignored that. "If you don't say, 'I'm a bad guy,' she'll take anything you tell her at face value. She needs to have Little Billy and Little Johnny take advantage with something minor, or Bill and John will take advantage of her big time. About the only person she doesn't trust is Uncle Bob after all the promises he's broken over the years." "So: you're telling me you took advantage of her with something minor--I'd say you took major advantage OF a minor--to protect her later on?" "Nooo...." She released her breath in an explosive sigh. He'd stretched the word out and ended it on a higher note, his way of saying she wasn't seeing the obvious. "Then for piss' sake, what ARE you saying?" He sighed. "First that she's been pushed too far too fast. She wants to be older than she is. That's not unusual for kids, but she takes it to an extreme and feels that anything she does that isn't adult in its execution is cause for alarm. Not concern: alarm. You've seen those panic attacks the same as I have. And you've seen the way her personality shifts wildly about. You're back to being 'Mommy' after a year of being 'Mother.' Also, she understands that sex is an adult way to express love and feelings, but she doesn't understand that no sex doesn't mean non-adult. Second, I'm saying that she's not had a proper opportunity to satisfy her curiosity. She was deeply embarrassed to assist me with the urinal, but once she discovered why the catheter had been removed...." "Did Ellen tell her that?" "No. She asked and I didn't lie to her. I WON'T lie to her. She discovered that semen buildup was painful and, well, you know Wynter when she thinks anyone or anything is in pain." "And of course you didn't try hard enough to talk her out of relieving your condition." "No, I didn't." Angie blinked. She wasn't expecting that. "Eventually her curiosity got the better of her, and I didn't try hard enough then, either." "For piss' sake, Richard! Why didn't you have Ellen jack you off, then? Couldn't you wait until she returned?" "I was prepared to wait longer than that, actually. I couldn't let her, though I might have given in within a few days." "Oh! Well, yeah! You couldn't let ELLEN but...." "Angie, do you know why she left Pittsburgh?" "No, but...." "I do. I'm sorry that can't tell you, but, trust me, I couldn't let her handjob me because I didn't want to risk losing you." "And just what makes you think you aren't risking losing me because you substituted Wynter for Ellen?" "Faith in you. In your common sense." That also caught her off guard. Her mouth worked silently, trying to spit out the words that weren't there. "I know that you'll think it over and see how what I've said all ties together. You'll see what I've been trying to tell you, and eventually you'll understand. Why don't you go for a walk again, but this time let your subconscious work on what I've said for a while. It does a much better job of analyzing and sorting out than your conscious mind does. We can talk again when you return." She slowly rose and stared down at him. She knew he was right about the walk. He was quoting what she'd said to him on more than one occasion. "Richard, just how far did you two go?" "Don't waste time trying to pry information out of Wynter by telling her I told you everything. She's expecting it." A hint of a wry smile teased its way onto a corner of her mouth. "You WOULD tell her that," she said as she turned and walked out of the room. Richard lay back in his pillows and let out a long breath as he lowered the head of the bed. He'd have done that if he'd thought of it in time. ----- "Wynter, I'm going for another walk," Angie said to the blonde ponytail seated on the pine stump. Wynter turned her head, lowered the drawing tablet, and stood. Even from halfway across the large back yard Angie could see the tear streaks and red eyes. Wynter tucked the pencil behind her ear and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Is--is everything...." She dropped the pad on the stump and rushed toward her mother, arms flung wide to encircle her. She buried her face in her mother's waist and cried in deep, wracking sobs. Dragon sat beside her and looked up at the two in his curious pose, whimpering softly. "Mommy, I'm [sniff]--I'm so sorry. Don't--don't hate me. [sniff] Please? It's not [sniff] Daddy's fault, it's--it's all mine. Please [sniff] don't hate him, either. Please? [sniff] Okay? Please?" Angie jammed the point of her walking stick into the soft earth to hold it in place. Her left hand pressed her daughter's shoulders in a hug while her right smoothed the blonde hair above the ponytail. Her body twisted in a gentle rocking motion. "Sweetheart, I don't hate anyone. I'm just a little upset and angry. WHY did.... No, never mind. I just need to go take a walk and think a bit. We'll talk then. Okay? How's your drawing?" "It's [sniff] okay, I guess." Angie disentangled herself from Wynter's arms and dropped to a squat. She removed her bandanna and used it to wipe the tears and mucus from her daughter's pitiful face. "I'll just hike up to the aspen grove and back. Can you have your drawing finished in about twenty minutes, or do you need longer?" Drawing the scary thing was a brilliant idea, and she wished she'd thought of it. It gave Wynter a way to vent her fears safely. "I can be done [sniff] in about fifteen minutes." "Good. You can show it to your father and me at the same time. How's that?" "'Kay," she said in a small voice She was struggling to stop crying, but tears escaped from each eye. Angie caught them with the bandanna. "Good." She kissed Wynter's forehead. "I'll see you in a little bit." She kissed Wynter's forehead again and rose. "I love you." Wynter's pleading voice sounded as if she were trying to convince her. "I know you do, and I love you, too, sweetheart. I can't wait to see your drawing." "'Kay." Wynter waved as her mother walked to the back gate and then, head down, trudged back to the stump, followed by her shadow. Under the arbor Angie paused and turned, watching as Wynter moved the tablet from the stump and took her seat. She bent forward at the waist until she was almost lying on her legs, wrapped one arm around her knees, and engaged Dragon in a long, apparently one-sided conversation punctuated with pointing and waving of her free arm. As she watched a light slowly grew in the darkness of her thoughts. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Eight of Eight The weather had turned uncharacteristically hot on moving day, three days ago. The water pump in the new house's swamp cooler chose that time to die, and McKeown's had to order a replacement from Houston. Fans stirred the air in the house, but were of marginal help. Angie wore a bandanna to keep the sweat out of her eyes as she unpacked still more moving boxes. Over her shoulder she watched Wynter drop onto the edge of the living room sofa and slump, her legs straight out and sneakered feet pigeon-toed inward. Wynter sat with her arms dangling down between her legs as if she hadn't the strength to lift them to the seat cushion. The breeze from the fans stirred her bangs and the loose strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail. "I didn't know moving would be so much work," her daughter said with a heavy sigh. Dragon collapsed at her feet. Standing guard in a fur coat while his human unpacked boxes and put things away had exhausted him, too. Angie looked in the open box atop the stack beside her. Two more plates remained to be placed in the dining room china cabinet. She almost reached for them, but instead she sat beside Wynter and heaved a big sigh of her own. "I'd forgotten how bad it was. Of course, it's been a long time since I moved into that house, and we didn't have as much to move then. We added a lot of stuff after we'd settled in." She wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders and squeezed. "Good thing I have a helper this time." "I think your helper is worn out," Wynter replied collapsing sideways against her. "I'm going to sleep the rest of summer." "Would you rather have a stranger put everything away in your new room? You'd never find half of it again." She felt Wynter's body tense momentarily. Wynter would never allow anyone else to touch her things. "When's Daddy getting back with lunch? I'm starved." Her voice had a slight whine. Sunlight flashing off a moving windshield swept through the window and around the room as Richard's new pickup pulled into the driveway. Angie kissed the top of Wynter's head. "How's that for timing?" "Any earlier and I'd have been too tired to eat." Angie pulled away slightly to look at Wynter's face. "Is there any way to please you?" Wynter giggled. "Besides, that." "Unh uh. Daddy says I'm too much like you." Angie rubbed one of Wynter's slender upper arms with her hand and felt a look of sympathy creep onto her face. "God help you, sweetheart." Richard almost bounced through the door, whistling off key. "Kentucky Fried Colonels for everybody!" he announced, holding up two large red-and-white plastic bags. He looked back and forth between his two favorite women. "What IS this, a loafer's convention?" "SOME of us had to work," Wynter sighed. "Well, so did I! The new pump for the swamp cooler came in, and I also picked up lunch. I even carried it into the house all by myself, without any help from ANYONE else!" "So where's the pump?" "You ask about the pump when I bring food?" Richard sighed and indicated with a jerk of his head. "That's still in the truck. I was afraid the weight of it plus the weight of all this food might cause me to strain something." He saw the looks on their faces and added, "Kevin DID tell me not to overdo it!" He looked from one to the other in anticipation as they rolled their eyes. "Well? Doesn't anybody want a kiss?" "I do," Angie said, "but Wynter's too tired." "Am not," she retorted, sitting upright. "I spoke first, slowpoke. You can wait your turn." She rose and threw her arms around Richard. Still holding the bags, he crossed his arms behind her and bent her backward. Wynter snorted. After a few seconds she tapped her foot, crossed her arms, thrummed her fingers on her elbows, and made impatient noises while her parents stretched out the kiss. She looked at her wrist as if checking a watch and thrummed some more. She coughed. Twice. "Well, Dragon, how about those Broncos?" When he looked up and thumped his tail she said, "That's what I thought, too," and looked at her "watch" again. "Read any good books lately?" She saw a tremble in both her father and her mother. They were fighting to hold back laughter. "I'm all rested up now," she announced. "And if I don't get a kiss real quick, I'm going to go eat up all the chicken and the smarty pantses will just go hungry." Richard's head jerked back, leaving Angie's tongue exposed for an instant. As she straightened, he transferred both bags to one hand, spread the other over his heart, and staggered backward. "Oh, NO!" he cried. "NOT the CHICKEN!" Angie threw back her head, eyelids squeezed shut in anguish, and pressed the back of one hand to her forehead. "Oh, mine CRUEL and HEARTLESS daughter! Take thy beak from out mine heart, and put instead a chicken leg in mine stomach!" Wynter rolled her eyes upward. "I can go down to Jimmy McCauley's house. He'll kiss me." THAT got their attention. They looked at each other and then back to her. "But I'd rather have you," she said to her father. Just before their lips met she added, "And it better be at least as good as what Mother got." Angie took the food bags from Richard. "Then I guess I have time to go set the table." "Um hmm," Wynter grunted before backing away to stage-whisper in conspiratorial tones, "I'm not wearing a bra." Angie doled out paper plates on the breakfast table, the only flat surface in the kitchen that didn't have boxes stacked on it. Mother's little helper was the one who had insisted that she would be sorry if she didn't keep one surface, preferably that one, clear all the time. She reasoned that Wynter spoke from recent experience in her room. She didn't know the boy, but he'd been in front of the house when they first inspected the house with the broker. He'd seemed quite smitten with Wynter at first sight. When they began moving in he'd been a constant presence, either volunteering to help or frequently riding past on his bike and staring at the house as if looking for someone. He still checked once or twice a day to see if he was needed. His father, Keith, was a supervisor for the county highway crew and someone she and Richard knew in passing. Ellen Carter said that the twelve-year-old was his father's son, an upright, courteous, first-class individual and that Wynter could do far worse for a friend. Ellen also said that Suzie Middleton had her eye on Jimmy. The near future could become interesting. She shook her head. Richard had remembered to bring the plastic fork/spoon combinations that Wynter called "foons," but he'd forgotten the napkins. She reached for the paper towels. Richard's relationship with Wynter still disturbed her a little, somewhere deep inside, but at least her daughter's first intercourse had been with someone who cared about her. Eddie Thomas had not only been the first to play looky-loo with Angie, back when she was nine or so, he'd also been the first for touchy-feely and was the first to screw her, shortly after she turned fifteen. And screw her, he did. Her first experience wasn't 'making love.' It was getting royally screwed, and it was practically rape. He was putting on the rubber while he knelt between her wide-spread thighs in his parents' den. He suddenly realized he was about to cum prematurely. He dropped the rubber, jammed his boner into her virgin hole, and came two pumps later, before she'd recovered from the surprise and could tell him to get the hell out of there. He pulled out, wiped his cock on her bush, held both her ankles aloft in one hand while he slapped her bare ass with the other, and said, "Not bad for a beginner." Obviously it was something he'd learned from talking to other boys because he'd already admitted he was still a virgin, too. She'd worried about pregnancy for almost three weeks. It was the last time she let him touch her. She was in college and on the pill before she let anyone else touch her. Fortunately her daughter didn't have horrible memories like that of her first experience. Angie looked out the kitchen window and sighed, banishing the memories. They had a huge back yard, with large trees that provided shade as well as the sense of closeness to nature she needed. They were on the edge of town, and walking trails and woods and meadows were close by. But those weren't on her property. Well, they were on public property, so they were partially hers. She'd been afraid that Richard would want to move to Denver or Grand Junction or Casper, some place larger and more boisterous. She hadn't considered moving down the mountain to town. It wasn't too far from their former mountain home. An older couple had bought their dream property and said that they were welcome to return to hike through the woods and meadows and to dangle feet in the creek any time they wished. Wynter would be going to a real school for the first time, surrounded by people her own age. She wondered if Wynter would stabilize at their maturity level or bring some of them up to hers. She knew Wynter and thus knew which way to place THAT bet. A sudden, sharp sound from the living room heralded Wynter's orgasm. Angie supposed it was better that she got it from Richard than from someone like Eddie. In fact, she knew in her heart that it was better. But Jimmy McCauley better keep his grubby little hands off--and other parts out of--her daughter if he knew what was good for him! The good news was that Wynter knew how to handle him. She hoped. They had discussed sexuality and sexual relationships with a frankness that she'd never expected to experience with her own child. She'd certainly never experienced that candor with her mother. She had done what she hoped was an adequate job of explaining men to Wynter. She loved Richard, but unlike herself, he was blind to the faults, foibles, and shortcomings of his own sex. Wynter had laughed oddly when she mentioned that fact, but her daughter had explained that she had somehow dredged up a funny thought from the past. But Wynter had admitted afterward that she now understood men well enough to help her take care of Richard's needs, especially if she had to leave town again. "Most mothers aren't lucky enough to have a helper for that," Wynter had said. "Not a helper who wouldn't run off with your husband." That had been the thirty-year-old Wynter making a reappearance after an absence of over a week. She smiled warmly at her family as the other three, husband, daughter, and daughter's omnipresent shadow, trooped into the kitchen, one looking exceptionally pleased with himself, one looking dreamily satiated, and one looking as if he were performing the most important job in the world. ----- While Richard alternated between deep kissing Wynter's mouth and sucking her sweet little breasts, he had snaked his fingers up the leg of her shorts. He was surprised to discover that Wynter wasn't wearing panties, either. His fingertips felt soft cornsilk curls and moisture and heat. His desire ignited and he felt the Beast begin to stir, despite the workout both of his women had given it the night before. His tongue attacked hers with renewed vigor. She moaned into his mouth when his index and ring fingers parted her labia, allowing his middle finger to drag some of her "natural lubrication" to the hard little pebble of her clit. He began gently massaging the tiny button with his thumb while his middle finger crept up inside her body. Moments later she jerked her hips in the way that he'd learned meant she was rapidly building to a climax. Half a minute later her body stiffened and a sharp moan escaped through the tension in her throat. Her body convulsed. His thumb stopped rubbing her sensitive little clit, and his finger stilled within her hot, pulsing love tunnel. Three more jerks, then a pause, a smaller convulsion, another pause, and a final spasm. Another moan devolved into a sigh, and she relaxed against him, somewhere finding the strength to rub her hand down the back of his head. His head dropped to her breast and he gently nipped one the two sweetest little berries in the country. She giggled, and after a brief pause said, "I love you Daddy, with all my heart." He raised his head to look into the beautiful blue-green pools sparking with love and satiation beneath her blonde bangs. His free arm squeezed her in a tight hug. "I love you, too, honey." He smiled at her and added, "And I always will." he wondered. He'd never felt the need to add it before. He pondered the question as he released her from the hug and used his index finger to trace an "X" over his heart. He idly wondered if it had anything to do with the Jimmy McCauley remark. It was The Moment the Lights Came On. All of the talk about first nursing school and then medical school, all of the talk about her being a wife with a husband and a mother with children of her own. All of that, and he'd never seriously understood that the day would come when he would have to face life without Wynter as a constant presence in his life. The day would come when "home" would be just Angie and himself in the house. "Daddy?" He returned to the present and looked into the worried face brimming with love and concern. "Did you go away again?" A huge smile of love spread across his face, and he felt sadness horning in around the edges. "Just for a minute. I'm back now." "Did you go someplace nice?" He dipped his head to give her soft coral lips a gentle father's kiss. "Not as nice as the place I came back to." She giggled happily, but stopped when he reluctantly removed his finger from her sweet young body. He held the finger back as he pulled her top down. "The chicken's getting cold." She gave him the lascivious grin of a thirty-year-old woman. "You know how to warm chicks up." "Just the kind of chicks that don't have feathers," he said, popping his middle finger in his mouth to suck it clean of her juices. "MMMM! Finger lickin' good." "Smarty pants." They laughed, and he wrapped his arms below hers, lifting her and kissing her in mid-air. She finished with a nose-and-lips kiss that suddenly seemed more precious than ever to him. He lowered her to her feet and took her hand. Dragon fell into place on her other side, and they trooped into the kitchen to see his other favorite chick. ----- Wynter rolled her eyes upward. "I can go down to Jimmy McCauley's house. He'll kiss me." She had no idea. However, it worked: they were focused on her. She made a mental note to remember that trick. "But I'd rather have you," she said to her father. Just before their lips met she added, "And it better be at least as good as what Mother got." The love that sparkled in his eyes made her heart feel too big for her chest again. Her mother took the food, freeing her father's hands for more interesting activities. "Then I guess I have time to go set the table." "Um hmm," Wynter sighed dreamily as she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Then her eyes flew open. She pulled back to whisper loud enough for her mother to hear, "I'm not wearing a bra." She almost giggled at the look her mother gave her, but then her father's lips touched hers and the world narrowed to the contact of their lips and the feel of his hand sliding up under her blouse to tease her nipple and cup her breast--her TITTY--and she closed her eyes again. Strange that she should have to remind herself of the grownup word. It was the first time since her father had been allowed out of his recovery bed that she didn't remember. She'd been having lots of trouble remembering things since they'd moved to town, sort of like she was distracted, but there was nothing to distract her except the endless unpacking and storing of things. Her father's fingers slid inside the leg opening of her shorts. She felt his surprised reaction when his fingertips immediately found soft, cornsilk curls instead of panties. His kisses grew stronger. "Mmmm," she moaned as his finger probed the firm, hirsute--she'd just learned that grownup-sounding word and liked it--outer lips of her pussy while his tongue did the same with the coral lips of her mouth. She felt almost like she could see his tongue chasing hers back and forth between their mouths, as if it were a movie being projected on the insides of her eyelids. And then her view shifted and she could see his blue eyes and light dusting of freckles staring at her from beneath his mop of red hair.... Her father had green eyes, brown hair, and no freckles. Why would she suddenly think that? Jimmy had blue eyes, red hair and freckles. Her father's fingers must have done something special while she was distracted because the aching horniness in her split--her PUSSY--suddenly grew stronger. The clockspring began tightening as his finger slid into her hot, slick, wet pussy while his thumb did WONDERFUL things to her clitty. As the tension built toward her release point her attention focused on what was happening inside her knit shorts. Now the movie on the inside of her eyelids showed his fingers playing with her pussy. She wondered if Jimmy McCauley's fingers would feel the same way. The clockspring exploded with the best orgasm she'd had in a week. She felt her pussy squeeze his finger as her body shook again and again and again and again at the end, like those earthquake aftershocks her father had told her about. Finally the tension left her body and she was allowed to relax. She sighed contentedly and rubbed her hand down the back of his head, smoothing his hair. She felt just a little bit guilty about thinking of someone else when she came. She opened her mouth to speak but erupted with a giggle when he nibbled her nipple. She tried again. "I love you, Daddy, with all my heart." This time it meant two things. It was also an apology, even though he didn't know that it was or why. She didn't feel much less guilty when he replied that he also loved her with all his heart. But then he added, "And I always will." For just a moment that made her feel REALLY guilty. Then, all of a sudden, the guilt went away and she felt wonderful! She knew in her heart that she would always have her father's love, even if, as he'd said would happen, she found a boyfriend and later a husband, and she and her father stopped having sexual activities. Once again her heart felt too big for her chest. She started to say something about that. His eyes were unfocussed, as if the eyes inside his head were too busy looking at something else. Maybe he was horny, too, and was thinking of the times she'd repaid his love and attention. Well, she could repay him this time, too! "Daddy?" she asked, feeling her face pull into a worried frown all by itself. His bright green eyes focused and looked deep into her, making her shiver with warm feelings of love. She wondered how a warm feeling on a hot day could make her shiver, but she filed that question away for later. "Did you go away again?" She marveled at how he never seemed to smile at her the same way twice, yet every time that smile made her feel loved so very, very much. "Just for a minute. I'm back now." "Did you go someplace nice?" She thought maybe his mind had gone looking for spring flowers again. She hoped he'd found them. If not, she'd draw him some more, and this time she would take as long as necessary to do a proper job. She was still amazed that the very first thing he carried into this house was her flower drawing. He put it on the wall of his home office, right above where his desk would go. He gave her a gentle kiss that made her tingle all the way down to her toes and back. "Not as nice as the place I came back to." She couldn't have held back her giggle for a million dollars. It stopped when he removed his finger. She felt just a little bit disappointed when he pulled her top back down over her tits and felt a frown creep over her face. "The chicken's getting cold," he reminded her. She sure was. "You know how to warm chicks up," she reminded him. They had just seated themselves at the table when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Wynter said. She had a good idea who it was. She opened the door and had to look up just a little bit to see blue eyes in an eager, freckled face. Dragon, standing beside his human, started wagging his tail. Dragon seemed to like the boy, possibly because Jimmy had twice brought him a big dog biscuit. "I was just riding past and, um, wondered if you might, um--you now, need any, um, help or something," Jimmy said, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. she diagnosed. "No, thanks. We're just about to have lunch." "Oh," he said as usual, with his usual disappointed look and his usual, "Well, if you, um, need anything just let me know. Bye." "Okay. I will." She watched the slumped form turn back to his bike and surprised herself by saying, "Wait a minute." He turned to her with an eager look she'd sometimes seen in Dragon's face, or in her father's face when they were about to snuggle together. "If you can come back in about an hour, I could sorta use some help, um, unpacking stuff and--and putting it on the, um, top shelves of my bookcases and closet. Okay?" Wynter had been to Las Vegas once, when her father went to a geologists' convention. None of the buildings there lit up the way Jimmy's face did. "OKAY!" They said temporary goodbyes, and he raced away on his bike. Wynter waved and then dropped her hand to scratch behind one of Dragon's ears. "You know, Dragon, he's kinda cute." ----------------------------------------------------------------- WYNTER THE END -- Russell Hoisington Copyright 2003 Stories archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hoisington/www http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Hoisington/ http://www.storiesonline.net Concerned about your privacy? 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