Message-ID: <46066asstr$1072915807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031231184455.32901.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 10:44:55 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Glen Wiseman 22 (mf mmf ffm ff mm slow) Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 19:10:07 -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: dennyw, gill-bates All, This is the last chapter of Glen Wiseman. I am posting it today because it is an appropriate story for New Years. I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. May you have a happy New Year, Lazlo Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "GW22.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. Glen Wiseman By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 22 A sprawling ranch style house stood at the end of a cul-de-sac in a suburb of a large southern city. The house had been built by the owner over a one year period. It was the best built house in the entire development. Outside, it was plain in style. Simple lines across the front and back. Inside, it was splendid and very well organized. The house abutted against a wooded area. It spanned two lots and was adjacent to an empty lot. The empty lot had been converted into a large playground. The owner of the house owned the lot as well and had built the playground for his children as well as the neighborhood children. The road ended in a large circle. Nets were set up on opposite ends of the circle, giving the children in the neighborhood a place to play street hockey. Since the only cars that ever touched the road belonged to the owner of the house, it was a safe place for kids to play. A large sign stood near the road stating the rules of play. Most of the rules were designed to protect the owners from lawsuits. The rules stated that children were to be supervised by an adult, that they took responsibility for injuries, and there was to be no fighting. The rules were signed by the Smith Family. Glen was in the safe room, an extension that ran off the basement separated from it by a very heavy steel door. The other end of the safe room was sealed by a steel door that lead to an escape tunnel that ran to a small shed in the woods. Inside the shed, there was the hidden exit and several ATVs. Glen edited the last article for the magazine. He was pleased with how the magazine had evolved. It now had a regular readership of over ten thousand subscribers. The advertising revenue was steady and production costs had been minimized. They could look at their administration web site and see exactly how many people had visited. Sue continued to work on the magazine and now had a regular editorial. Sandra continued to sell advertising and Wanda remained the web mistress. The business was good and money was no problem. It wasn't the kind of money that would make a person rich, but it covered the bills and allowed them to save for a rainy day. They knew that rainy days could arrive without warning, announcing its presence with thunder and lightening. His work for the day had finally been completed. Satisfied, he looked up at the clock and realized that the kids were going to be home from school soon. A little more than seven years ago, on the very same afternoon, the twins have given birth to twins. They had gone from having no children to having four in one day, two boys and two girls. Wanda, formerly known as blue, had given birth to the boys. Sandra, formerly known as red, had given birth to the girls. The irony of that had been the subject of many jokes. He smiled to himself as he remembered that day. It was as if it was yesterday. He had been so excited and the twins had breezed through the birth. It was as though they were protected by God. He had nearly burst with pride when he had been shown the children for the first time. From the first moment, he could tell them apart. Jake was more outgoing that his brother Jack. Susan was more extroverted than her sister Louise. Even as infants, when Jack and Susan put their heads together, you could be sure that the result would be exciting. He had enjoyed watching the mothers with their babies. Each would recline on a sofa and hold a pair of children to their breasts as they feed them. They didn't always feed their own. He had watched many times as a look of bliss settled upon the faces of the mothers as the children would suckle contentedly. He couldn't get enough of watching the loving moments between mother and children. He had become a much better father than he had thought possible. As a man in his forties, he wasn't embarrassed to be seen playing hide and seek with the kids. Anyone that had the gall to make a comment was severely rebuked. He had been quoted as having said on many occasions that there was nothing more important than raising children to be loving and compassionate. Most people didn't understand his insistence on being loving. His boys would cry when hurt. Rather than telling them that big boys don't cry, he would comfort him and let them know that the pain would pass. When asked if he was worried that his boys would grow up to be sissies, he would reply that it was impossible; they came from tough stock. The children had started taking self-defense lessons this year. He had resisted starting them earlier stating that their bones were still too soft. He had insisted they take them because he realized that they all possessed that same innocence that marked their mothers. They might have to defend themselves one day and he wanted them prepared. The children were amazing in the same way as their mothers. Each pair of twins seemed to share a common mind. Even the boys and girls acted in concert at times in very spooky demonstrations. The teachers at school often suggested that they cheated on tests. All four of them would get the same problem wrong in exactly the same way. Of course, the teachers had separated them to different corners of the room to stop it, but that hadn't stopped them. He glanced up at the clock and realized he had better get upstairs. The kids would be home in ten minutes and he still had his surprise to set up. The school year was almost over and the weather had turned warm. He had decided that it was time for a major afternoon of play. Glen joined his wives outside on his driveway smiling at them. All of the children in the neighborhood were due to come home from school any time now. Other mothers had gathered around them smiling as they waited for their children. All of the kids would gather at the playground. Wanda noted the look on Glen's face asked, "What are you up to now?" Rather than answer, Glen opened the garage door and started carrying out small containers filled with water balloons. The twins looked at him in surprise. The other mothers started laughing. He then brought out a bunch of super water guns, each loaded with water. He set all of the stuff around the circle. All of the mothers moved over and picked up the water pistols. This included his wives. As one, they all turned the weapons on Glen and started spraying him. He was taken by surprise, having expected a parent versus kid water war. He ran over and picked up a water pistol himself and returned fire. The children came around the corner in mass and saw the activity. They all ran to the circle, shouting in glee. The huge number of water balloons brought them to an immediate halt, their eyes wide with delight. As one, kids picked up water balloons and started throwing them in the direction of their mothers. His children, from different areas around the circle, simultaneously lobbed water balloons at Glen. He didn't stand a chance and was immediately drenched. The kids took turns, first soaking Wanda and then Sandra. There was lots of running and laughing as adults and children played in the circle. By the time the water pistols were empty, the water balloons had all been thrown. Half of the mothers were laying on the grass lawn laughing uncontrollably. No one cared for the moment if Jack or Jill had gotten in trouble at school or received a bad grade on a test. For now, the kids were being kids and their mothers were young again. The kids, with their limitless energy, had all run over to the playground. Soon, swings were swinging and lines had formed behind the slides. Glen looked around at the women around him. It hadn't been his intention when he thought of this water war, but he was happy with the results. By accident, he had created his own wet tee-shirt contest and was now enjoying the sight that the wet clothes provided. Wanda and Sandra knew what he was doing and smiled at each other as they silently planned their evening. Glen would definitely be ready for sex by the time the kids went to bed. Mothers slowly collected themselves and thanked Glen for his creative ideas on entertaining the kids. They moved over to the benches and watched the kids play. The standard topics of conversation raged at the benches. Mothers discussed the kids, their problems, and worries about the future. Glen watched as the twins joined in the talk, happy at how they had integrated into the neighborhood. Going into the street, he started picking up the broken balloons. He cleaned, happy to have created such a wonderful play time for the kids. Occasionally, he would stop and watch the kids while they played. A smile played across his face, as he considered how healthy and balanced they were. One of the neighbor kids, came over to Glen and started helping him clean up the drive. Glen looked down at the boy with a smile and asked, "How's it going, Steve?" The boy looked up at Glen and said, "Much better. The kids at school are being nicer to me now." Glen nodded as he listened with a serious expression on his face. The boy was an only child and hadn't known how to deal with other kids. He had pushed his way into groups that didn't want anything to do with him. His first three months at school had been miserable. Glen had talked with him one afternoon when he noticed the boy sitting on a bench crying. Glen answered, "I'm glad. I was sure that if you followed your own interests that the other kids would come to you." Steve smiled as he continued picking up the broken balloons. He answered, "Thank you." "You're quite welcome," replied Glen. He wanted to make sure that this neighborhood was free of drugs. It was his desire to be the guy that kids came to when they had problems. He wanted them to feel free to tell him about other kids that were doing wrong. Steve picked up a couple of more balloons and then ran back to the play ground. He helped one of the smaller kids into the swing and helped get them started. Glen watched with interest, pleased to see the boy reach out to help others. One of the mothers, a particularly lovely woman, came over to him. Despite the fact that her white cotton shirt was soaked and she wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't seem embarrassed by the clear view of her breasts that it provided him. He struggled, mostly successfully, to look her in the face. When she was convinced that she had his full attention she said, "You are so good with the kids. I wanted to thank you for your help with little Steve." "Oh, it is my pleasure," replied Glen. He looked over at the playground and added, "These kids are not going to have problems with drugs or peer pressure. None of them will join a cult. They'll all grow up to be good citizens and leaders in anything that they choose to pursue." She looked at him for a moment. This wasn't the first time that he had expressed that sentiment. She asked, "That's important to you isn't it?" Glen nodded with a sad expression on his face thinking back to the bad citizens he had known. He said, "It's the most important thing in the world." She didn't know what prompted that and knew that she would never know. She changed the subject by saying, "We are throwing a swim party for the kids on the last day of school. I want to make sure that the fearsome foursome are there." Glen laughed at the common reference to his kids. He answered, "They'll be there. I'm bringing a little something to help entertain the kids." She couldn't imagine what he would bring, but knew that it would be great fun and safe. Knowing him, it could even be a clown or a magician. She asked, "Are you still going to run the bicycle safety course this weekend?" "Of course, summer is coming and the kids will be out riding their bikes. I just want to make sure that they all know how to do it safely. I've arranged for a policemen to set up a training course and to register their bikes." There was nothing that excited her as quickly as a man that was so protective of children. Every instinct cried out to her, screaming here's a man that will take care of a mother and her child. She found herself getting turned on by Glen and her nipples hardened in response. The wet shirt did little to hide her excitement. Glen glanced down and saw her stiffened nipples. Searching for some way to get a little distance between her and him, he looked over at the playground. He said, "I think that some of the kids are starting to wind down." Getting control of herself, she thanked him and returned to one of the benches. Glen watched her leave, happy that he hadn't had to adjust his rising cock. He looked around at the yard and realized that it needed to be mowed. That would be a good task for him to do later that evening. His attempt to distract himself worked until he noticed his wives. When he looked over at the twins, they winked at him. They had known the effect Steve's mother would have on him and planned on exploiting it later that night. Giggling, the twins went over to her to chat about things. Glen could only imagine what they would say and realized that was the whole idea. The balloons were picked up and the tubs that he had used to bring them out were all put away. He looked around, satisfied that his little corner of suburbia was safe, clean, and peaceful. He stood there, legs spread shoulder wide and hands on his hips as he watched the area. The twins called it his guardian pose; he would stand there for hours making sure that all was good. The crowd at the playground slowly dissipated as mothers took their kids home to do homework while they prepared supper for their families. This happened every day after school and the consistency of it soothed Glen. The twins took the fearsome foursome into the house and started on dinner. Remaining outside, Glen continued to watch until the last child had left the playground. He came into the house to be greeted by Wanda. She wrapped herself around him with a smug little smile on her face and asked, "Did you plan on all of those pretty young mothers ending up with transparent shirts?" Glen chuckled as he answered, "No, but it was a nice surprise." Sandra shouted from the kitchen, "You're going to pay for that later!" He laughed, amazed how one twin knew what the other was saying in the other room. He shouted back, "Gladly, but do I have to wait for later?" Wanda said, "Of course, you have to help the kids with their homework now." Glen pretended to get all grumpy, but went into the library finding the kids gathered around the table. For the next hour he helped them with their homework. He didn't answer a single question they had been assigned, but worked similar problems until they understood the basic principles. He enjoyed this time spent with the kids, even when one of them was pretending to be stupid and not understanding. Pretence was easy to handle as he would tell them to get in mental sync with one of the others that understood and learn it that way. Usually, that stopped the little rebellions. The kids were practicing making their letters, making extremely large versions of each letter on the ruled paper. As he watched them work, four tongues were stuck out in identical expressions of concentration with each hand moving in unison. It was fascinating to watch them. All four of them looked up at the same time and complained simultaneously, "Stop staring. You're making us nervous." Glen laughed and looked away for a second. When he saw out of the corner of his eye that they had all returned to work, he turned back and watched. All four shot a glare at him, but smiled at his grin back. They knew it was hopeless to get him to stop watching them. Their lesson was interrupted by a knock on the door. All four kids stood up to get it, but Glen said, "Down. I'll get it. You have some writing to finish." Taking his time, Glen went to the door and checked the eyehole before he opened it. He relaxed when he saw that it was one of the neighborhood fathers. He wasn't sure which one it was, but he opened the door. The man said, "Hello, I'm George, Steve's father." "Oh, hello George. I'm Glen. It's nice to meet you at last." Glen extended his hand and George took it in a strong grip. It was a good solid handshake that was friendly in nature. Glen asked, "Would you like to come in?" George followed Glen into the living room. When Glen entered the living room, he noticed four heads poking around the door of the library. He smiled over at them and called out, "You four have homework to finish. Best one gets to tell the worst one what to do for an hour!" Jack groaned in fear that he would lose and Louise giggled in anticipating the win. The four returned with renewed energy to their work. George had watched the exchange with fascination. Glen winked at him and said, "They don't know that it's Jack's turn to be the best. Poor Susan, she's going to have to clean his room later." George laughed and wondered if they needed to get another kid in their house. He sat down on one of the chairs at a gesture from Glen. Glen asked, "What can I do for you?" George looked a little nervous and then said, "Well, Thursday is our wedding anniversary and I was wondering if you could watch Steve for a couple of hours that night. It's a school night so we'll be home no later than nine." Understanding how difficult it was for parents to get away for celebrations of that nature, Glen smiled and answered, "Sure, no problem. How about we take him out for pizza and then to a movie? I'm sure that all of the kids would enjoy that." Relieved, George answered, "Oh, that would be great. I don't want my wife to know, this is going to be a little surprise for her." "When would you like us to pick him up?" "About six would be perfect." "Six it will be, then," replied Glen. Glen and George talked a little while before George excused himself to head home. At the door, Glen asked, "By the way, I'm very honored that you decided to ask us." "I have heard nothing but positive comments about you guys. Steve thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. My wife trusts you completely. Everyone in the neighborhood says that you're a standup guy," replied George. He had heard a story that the twins had played a trick on Glen, taking turns sleeping with him one night. They had only meant to have a little fun, but both had gotten pregnant. The story was that Glen had taken responsibility to raise the kids and to support both of the twins. He didn't know if the story was true or not, but it was commonly believed in the neighborhood. Glen looked surprised to hear that. Several stories were being told about how it was that he came to be living with the twins and had children by them both, he couldn't help but wonder which story George had decided to believe. He replied, "Wow, thanks." He watched as George walked down the street and then shut the door. He had just turned away from it when Wanda shouted, "Dinner time." The kids came pouring out of the library, excited by the chance to have a break in doing their homework and hungry from their activities of the afternoon. Following them into the dining room, he smiled at their energy. He sat down at the head of the table with his wives on each side of him and the kids on down the table. Once everyone was settled, Glen said, "A moment of silence for prayer, please." Everyone bowed their heads and spent a moment privately saying their prayers. It had become normal practice for them to take a moment for prayer before dinner. A couple of years ago, they decided that it should be a silent moment so that each could give thanks for that which was important to them. After a minute passed, he said, "Dig in folks." There was no conversation as they started to eat their meal. Everyone enjoyed spaghetti and meatballs. The conversation picked up again once the immediate hunger was satisfied. Wanda smiled over at Glen as an errant noodle splattered sauce on his shirt. She said, "Just another normal day at the Smith residence." Jack added, "That water fight was great! You've got to be the best parents in the world to arrange something like that!" Susan giggled and said, "You should have seen your face when we got you with the water balloons." The kids proceeded to tease him about how he had ducked and sputtered when hit with four balloons at once. Glen took the ribbing with good natured laughter. The chance to play with the kids in a fun fashion was the kind of thing for which he lived. He had enjoyed the water fight as much as anyone. When dinner ended, the boys helped his wives in the kitchen wash the dishes while the girls took out the trash. It had taken him a long time, but he had talked the twins into letting the boys learn typical kitchen tasks. He suggested that they might have to cook for themselves one day and that the twins wouldn't want them to get sick from their own cooking. The girls were learning to help with some of the yard work and maintenance activities. Glen went outside and mowed the front lawn for the second time of the year. It was a very normal middleclass sight as he walked the mower around the house. Other men in the neighborhood were out doing the same thing. When he finished with mowing, he put the lawn mower back in the garage. Grabbing a rake out of the garage, he evened out the gravel in the play ground. He had followed recommended practices in setting up the playground. At the time, he was told that it was better to have small gravel instead of hard dirt or sand as the surface of the playground. The argument was that gravel gave better than sand or dirt when kids fell or slid across it. He returned the rake to the garage. He stood on the front lawn and watched a couple of the older kids skateboarding on the street. They waved to him and went on their way, performing stunts that were meaningful only to them. He watched them go with a smile, as he realized that he had finally gotten all of them to wear the appropriate safety equipment. At least they wouldn't crack their skulls when one of them failed to execute a stunt. Returning to his house, he relaxed in the family room counting his blessings. The kids were getting ready for bed and the twins were busy with them. Baths for four every night was quite a major undertaking. Once that was done, he would take over and read the boys another chapter out of Huckleberry Finn. They were enjoying it as much as he had when he was young. He wasn't sure whose turn it was to read to the girls, but one of the twins would read a chapter out of Nancy Drew to them. He sat there watching the television despite the fact there wasn't much on, but he enjoyed the background noise. Sandra came out and sat next to him on the couch. She snuggled against him and said, "Have I ever told you how happy I am living here?" "Every morning and every night," he replied. Every morning and evening, one or both of the twins would make love to him. "I still think we should have changed our last name to Phoenix. We rose out of the ashes to a life that was better than before." Glen laughed and replied, "I told you I didn't want to be named after a city." "Yes, yes. I know all that. It just seems like a miracle to me, that's all. The magazine is better than ever. I love being a mother so much. You take such good care of us." Glen sat back satisfied with his life as he put his arm around Sandra. Wanda would be down in a minute and then he would go upstairs to read to his kids. After that, the twins were going to rock his world. Life as a guardian was good and he was happy that he had discovered how to enjoy it. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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