Second Chances

Coming home wasn't supposed to be this hard. Was it? Jemma looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw the worry lines on her face. Make up wasn't going to conceal them. She turned to each side assessing whether her figure looked different. Of course it did. It was ten years since she had last come home to Greenville.

She left in hopes of starting her college career. But life interrupted her well laid plans. But, in spite of it all she had graduated from state university and been employed at an engineering firm for two years. It was fulfilling to help design or redesign products that people used every day. Although the firm was just three hours from Greenville, Jemma had not been back.

She regretted that she had not seen her favorite uncle before his death. She thought that there would be more time for things like that. He was only fifty five and he died suddenly and unexpectedly from a heart condition. She would have loved to see him again, but since her estrangement to her parents, she had avoided contact with all family. And she wasn't looking forward to seeing them now. l

Greenville, Jemma drew her hair up into a sophisticated chignon. She applied her tawny pink lip color to her full lips. Lips that had loved kissing Brodie, the love of her life. She put on her taupe pearl earrings and necklace. It was hard to go wrong with the classics.

Regardless, she needed to finish getting ready for the calling hours. She had already steamed her dress and she carefully donned her column suit dress. She wondered if Brodie would be in attendance. He was her cousin Mark's best friend, so the odds were good.

She was determined to be cool headed about him and their past. It would be good to see Mark again, but Brodie was a different matter. He was her first love and things didn't end well... for the most part. She wondered if he was married or if he still was so handsome and alluring. Of course he would be, he was still Brodie. What Brodie didn't know was that she was not still the naive, trusting Jemma that he had dated throughout their senior year and the beginning of college. Life had ensured that she had matured quickly. That, of course, wasn't a bad thing. But it was a different path than all of her friends' and Brodie's paths.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she added the wide belt that sinched the dress at her waist. Her taupe pumps and and clutch purse finished her appearance. For better or for worse, it was time to go.

~

Standing in line to give the family condolences, Jemma watched her sister Meg come over to her.

"You look beautiful, Jemma. How are you doing?"

"Hi Meg. I'm nervous, but am alright."

"Listen, Mom and Dad can't hurt you anymore. Whatever happens we will always have each other."

"I love you. Will you go through the line with me?"

"Of course. What are big sister's for?"

"You're the best."

At the casket, Jemma teared up and whispered her love to her uncle John. Meg took her hand and guided her to the line that consisted of his widow and their children. Jemma clasped aunt Mary's hands and told her how sorry she was for her loss.

Aunt Mary hugged her and said, "It is so good to see you dear. I'm so glad you are here. Mark was hoping you would make it."

"Of course I'm here. I loved Uncle John so much My favorite memories took place in your house."

"Thank you sweetheart. I'm so glad. We loved having you with us. You look good. Make sure you find Mark." With that, she turned to the next people in the long line.

Meg stood beside her through the exchanges with the cousins. She realized what a toll this appearance was taking on her sister.

When Jemma stood in front of Mark, he grabbed her and hugged her long and hard.

"God, I've missed you Jemmy. I can't believe how long it's been since I last saw you."

"I've missed you too. You know... life just gets in the way. I'm sorry." Jemma knew her explanation was lame, but it was the best she could offer at that moment.

"I have to do my duty here. Promise not to leave before we've had a chance to talk. Are you coming to the funeral tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course," she replied.

"Good. I'm glad."

Reluctantly she and Meg moved off into the crowd.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to find the restroom," Jemma said to her sister.

"It's through the lobby and to the left," said a deep and familiar voice.

Jolted by the surprise of hearing his voice again, Jemma turned and offered her thanks.

"Let me show you. I'm not going to let you leave without talking together."

"Brodie. It is good to see you... All... alright. I'll just be a minute."

Rather than wait where he was, Brodie guided Jemma through the crowd with his palm on the small of her back. Tingles ran up and down her spine in response. This confrontation was here at last.

As Brodie waited for Jemma he thought about how good she looked. If it was possible, she was more beautiful than ten years ago. She looks much more sophisticated. Her tawny blond hair was pulled up into a chignon and her clothing made her look like a model. He tried to tell himself to think about something else so he wouldn't have a huge erection when she came back.

She returned to find him waiting by the door. He looked good. Really good. His dark hair was a little shorter now. But it still made her want to run her fingers through it. His eyes were as blue as ever and his shoulders. Good lord. Damn, he looked so good.

Looking around, Jemma asked, "Are you here alone?"

"Yes. And are you?"

"Yes, of course." she responded.

"I'd like to talk if you don't mind," his said in a very determined tone.

"Alright, it's not like there is anyone besides Mark that wants to see me."

Giving her an intent look, Brodie led her outside. "There's so much to say and to ask that I don't know where to start, now that you are here in front of me."

"I know. I feel the same," she responded meekly.

Brodie shook his head. "This needs to be a real conversation and we are at a funeral home. Will you sit and talk with me?"

"As far as the showing hours, I am done. Mark wanted to see me before I left but I can set something up with him."

"Let me text him. He knows I need to talk with you as well. He'll understand, especially since he has family duties to deal with here."

Brodie quickly texted Mark. And then the phone rang.

"Yeh. Hey, I'm out front with Jemma and I want to take her somewhere to talk. She said she had committed to talking with you."

A pause ensued.

"Yeh. I know. I will. You know I just want answers. I'm not here to hurt her."

Another pause.

"Okay, I'll tell her. Bye."

Brodie breathed a heavy sigh. "He says he'll talk with you tomorrow and that you had better not leave town without talking with him."

Jemma nodded with a sad and resigned look on her face. "Where do you want to talk?" she asked him.

"I'm staying at my parents house for the weekend, so there's no privacy there. Where are you staying?"

"I'm staying at Sutton Suites. We can go there. Why don't you follow me in your car?"

Brodie's jaw clenched. "I'm so afraid that you will give me the slip and it will be another ten years before I see you," he told her in a tortured voice.

"I'm not running from you anymore. I am willing to answer all of your questions. It's time we talked."

~

Jemma let him into her hotel suite and asked if he wanted some water. He declined and stood there drinking her in. He explored the face, hands and body that he had known so well, but had matured and rounded a little with time. "You are still so beautiful," he admitted reluctantly.

"Thank you. You're more handsome than ever. I'm surprised you are here alone. Are you married?"

"No. I'm single. In truth, I don't think I ever got over you."

With a forced chuckle, Jemma said, "Don't worry. At the end of this conversation. You will be ready to move on." She turned away to hide the tears in her eyes. Taking a gulp, she said, "Have a seat. Get comfortable." She went to the mini fridge and pulled out a ginger ale for each of them. Handing it to him, she sat down and kicked off her pumps.

Brodie took off his jacket and tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.

The hair on his muscular forearms and chest, reminded her that she was with a more mature version of the young man she had been in love with. She couldn't bare that he would soon look at her with hate or disdain.

Brodie cleared his throat and said, "The summer before college was the best of my life. If I had known that our relationship would be over in a matter of months, I would have treasured it more."

Looking at the floor, Jemma admitted, "It was very special for me too."

"Then why did it end a few months later? And why wouldn't you see me or talk with me? Or take my calls?" After a silent minute, he asked, "Did you meet someone else that you liked more?"

In an anguished tone, Jemma tried to explain. "No, there has not been anyone else. Well, not really."

"Damn it, Jemma. Just tell me what happened! What did I do that was so bad that you didn't want to see me anymore?"

"You didn't do anything wrong. Do you remember the weekend that you came to see me on campus?"

"I remember every moment... over and over. I was so in love with you and we had an incredible weekend of lovemaking. I've thought of it over and over. Sometimes, I can't think of anything else. But within weeks you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me."

"I felt the same way. And I also think of that weekend with such fondness. But, I realized six weeks later that I was pregnant."

Brodie looked at her with surprise and amazement. "Why didn't you tell me? Jemma, I had a right to know. I would have figured it out with you. You know I would never have abandoned you."

"I told my parents and they disowned me. And then, apparently my mom told your mom. They asked me to come over to your house to talk."

"You never told me. I should have been there."

"I went over to talk to them. They told me that they understood that these things happen. They were nice to me. They offered to pay for the abortion."

"What?? They didn't tell me. How could they just assume that is what we wanted?"

"They were thinking of you. They said that a baby would be too much for you to handle at the same time as your scholarship and basketball future. They told me that if I cared about you at all, I would either abort the baby or cut my ties to you. They said you had a bright future and that a family would ruin it. It was just the wrong time for that."

Brodie took her hand in his. "I'm sorry that they said those things to you. It's not how I would have felt about it. I would have loved and supported you whatever you wanted. You were more important to me than any basketball scholarship or career."

"I thought you would feel that way, but I didn't want to stand in the way of your future. Your parents told me that you shouldn't have your future destroyed by one mistake. Since I was the mistake, I cut off contact with you. I wanted the best for you. I decided that it was my responsibility."

Jemma's cell phone rang.

"Hi. Is everything alright?"... pause... "Thank you for checking. That will be fine. So is he in the house?"... pause... "No, that's fine. I'll call later. Thanks Mike."

Brodie watched her face throughout the call. "So there is someone in your life. This Mike." His voice had an edge to it and he waited in suspense of her reply.

"Yes, there is someone in my life, but it's not Mike. He's just a friend. The someone in my life is a nine year old who is playing outside with the neighbor. He wanted to sleep over at his house tonight."

Brodie held his breath. Eventually he asked, "Is this nine year old my son?"

"Yes. He is." Jemma waited for his hatred or his condemnation.

"What's his name?"

"Brock. I wanted to name him Brodie but I didn't want that to cause problems for you."

Brodie stood and paced the room while running his hands through his hair. He stopped and looked at Jemma and then continued to pace.

"I'm sorry Brodie. I know this is a lot to take in. You should know that you have no obligation here. I'm not asking for anything. But, I'm tired of the secret and I thought you should know."

Brodie stood by the window staring out. "You should have told me ten years ago Jemma. I've missed out on so much."

"I'm sorry. I know. But I thought you would miss out on more if I told you. And then, as time went on I figured you had married and probably had a family of your own. I didn't want to disrupt that."

"Let's assume for one moment that that was the truth. Why didn't you tell Mark? He has grieved his relationship with you as much as I have."

Jemma took a deep breath. "My parents were ashamed of me. They wanted nothing to do with me or the baby. I accepted that they had a right to their decision. Contact with Mark would have eventually brought Brock's existence to their awareness. I was trying to respect their wishes."

"God damn it, Jemma! They sure as hell didn't respect you or your future! For the record, I would have been there for you and Brock. I was in love with you and would have married you. I would have become a young father... so what? You were my dream for the future. Didn't you know that?"

"I see I've made a mess of things. I understand if you can't forgive me." Jemma's shoulders sagged and her head fell in her hands. "I'm so sorry, Brodie. You don't deserve this heartache."

"What about you. Did you deserve that huge responsibility to shoulder on your own?"

"I admit I was scared and didn't know how to handle everything, but Brock is my heart. He brings happiness to my life. He's not a burden."

Brodie sat back down. "How did you manage on your own?"

"Meg had already graduated and had landed a good job in Cincinnati. I dropped out of school and moved in with her. She took care of the bills and I took care of the apartment, the cooking and cleaning. She says that she got a bargain, but I worry that our presence has interfered with her starting a family. Anyway, when Brock turned three I started attending college at night. I graduated two years ago and landed a job with a company called Chadwick Product Design. We moved into a little house close to Meg a year ago."

"That's amazing. You must have hated me. You made all those sacrifices thinking you were giving me a future."

"I never hated you. I often wished that I could tell you about Brock, but decided you were better off focused on your career."

"I would like to think that I would have placed you and Brock over everything else. But, I don't know. I have so many thoughts and feelings going through my head right now."

"It's understandable. I dropped a bomb on you."

"Do you have photos?"

"Of course." Jemma pulled out her phone and located her photo album. "Just skip over all the things that aren't Brock. Most of them are of him though."

Brodie took the phone and started exploring the photos of his son. His expressions ran the gamut from serious, to proud, to love and to laughter. When he reached the end, he went back through them in reverse.

"God, Jemma. He's amazing. He looks like you."

"Really? I always thought that he looked like you."

"What is he like?"

"He's all boy. Smart, mischievous, funny, loving, athletic. But he's also my little hero. We share a special bond."

When Jemma looked into his eyes, they were filled with tears. "I want to meet him. Hell, I want to be his dad."

"You are his dad. He just doesn't know it. I have no problem with you being a part of his life. But can we let him get to know you a little before we spring this on him?"

"Sure. That's probably for the best. But I won't be shut out of his life anymore."

"That was never my intention. I know you will be a wonderful father."

"Just not mature enough at the time, though. Huh?"

"I didn't say that. You taught me how to love and then Brock took over the lessons from there."

Brodie's phone rang. "Hey, buddy. Yeh, I'm at the Sutton Suites with her now. Oh, okay. Listen, I'm going to give you two some time alone and go over to the house to see the folks. Call me after your conversation with her. Okay? Talk to you later."

"Darn, you didn't tell him the room number," she said.

"I'll text it to him. I need some time to process. You aren't leaving anytime soon?"

"No. I'm not running from you, Brodie. You will have my number and address before I leave town."

"Here. Put it in my phone now, please. If you run, I will find you. You and Brock are stuck with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. That is something we can both agree on."

Brodie walked to the door and looked back at her.

"I'm sorry, Brodie." she whispered.

"Me too."

And he walked out. His head was spinning. He needed to see his parents pronto. How could they?"

~

The talk with Mark had gone as well as could be expected. He was hurt, understandably so. He had said his father would have loved to have met Brock. And Jemma felt so guilty at the thought. She had been eighteen at the time and she had made the best decisions that she could. It was impossible to meet everyone's expectations. Perhaps she had been a coward. Perhaps she should have faced Brodie with the facts of the situation. Her head hurt, so she disrobed and took a hot shower. It was late and she needed to go to bed soon.

When she got out of the shower she heard banging on the door. Looking through the peep hole she saw that it was Brodie.

"Hi, I wasn't expecting you."

"No? Too bad," he said as he pushed open the door.

"Come in."

As he passed her, she smelled whiskey on him. She'd never seen him drunk before.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I don't know. How should I feel?"

"I don't know," she said with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Brodie backed her against the wall. "I was a mess when you broke up with me. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. You wouldn't take my calls. Dammit! You were the best part of my life."

Jemma eyed him wearily. "I'm sorry. I hurt also. I missed you too. I cried for days... weeks."

"Did you know that I hurt my knee my sophomore year? The scholarship was blown anyway. But did my parents tell me about you? No!! It seems that everyone knew better than me what was best for me."

"I'm sorry. You loved basketball. That must have devastated you."

"Not as much as you did. I never got over you. And I never knew exactly what I had done to cause you to break up with me."

"I tried to explain in my letter."

"Fucking letter... all lies. I knew they were lies as soon as I read them. But I never suspected the truth. I just thought that you had fallen for someone better than me."

"No. There is no one better than you. It was just me and then me, Brock and Meg."

Brodie pushed his chest against her breasts. "No one else, huh?"

"Not really. I dated a few men when I was going to school, but Brock was my priority and they paled in comparison to you."

"Did they now?" Brodie nibbled on her neck and framed her face with his hands. "How were they in bed?"

"You're drunk. Brodie, go home and sleep it off."

"I'm not going anywhere. You broke me. Now you can bloody well fix me."

He was opening her robe and Jemma was trying to hold it closed. She no longer had the body of an eighteen year old. She had had a baby and she was sure her body would disappoint him.

"Don't shut me out anymore. I need this. I need you. I need to be inside you again. No one compared to you. No one satisfied me the way you did."

Trying to push him away, she argued, "Those were the desires of an eighteen year old. We're not eighteen anymore."

"What? Are you afraid I can't satisfy you anymore? Try me."

He was grinding against her and she was melting. God, she had wanted him all this time. No one had ever satisfied her either. They weren't Brodie.

He kissed her. Or rather possessed her mouth. There was no where to run or hide from his pursuit. And did she really want to? When he cupped her breast in his hand, she let out a low moan. He teased the nipple with his thumb that moved back and forth over the top of it.

Her arms closed around him. It felt like home. This man was everything to her before. Could he be again? Maybe. Just for tonight.

Brodie scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He slowly let her slide down his body until her feet found the floor. And then she pulled him down to the bed with her.

Hands and lips were frantic to touch one another everywhere.

When had he become so muscular?

When had she blossomed into such a curvaceous woman?

Both were registering scents and touches that were so familiar. And yet, there were differences that were worth noting.

Who taught him to do that thing with his tongue?

Who taught her to wring a man's life from his body?

He lowered his lips to her breast and latched on. The pleasure was intense and she started to tremble.

He reassured her. "Easy, baby. I have you."

Her hips raised against him enticing him. It took all of his restraint not to rush through this incredibly sensual experience. But he had waited ten years. And by God and all things on earth, he was going to savor every moment.

Her fingers stroked through his hair. Or was she holding his lips to her breast? It didn't matter. He wasn't going anywhere.

"Did our son breastfeed here?"

The comment sent a thrill down her spine. "Yes." she managed to eek out.

"I haven't even met him and now I'm envious."

That did it. She experienced her first climax in response. How many times had she nursed Brock and thought of Brodie at the same time?

He tugged on her nipple even harder and she wrapped her legs around him.

"Wait, baby. I need to undress."

Within seconds he had shucked his clothes from his body to rejoin her on the bed. "God, you're so fucking beautiful."

Jemma moaned in response. He smiled and continued to nurse from her dry nipple.

"Brodie. Please! You're driving me crazy. I need you inside me."

"Patience. Let me have this. I've waited so long."

She sighed and laid her head back down on the pillow. When he finished with one breast, she fed him the other. The sensation was terribly erotic. It was as if he were stroking her clit with his tongue.

Breastfeeding had always been pleasurable. But this was insane!

He began to rock his cock against her mons. She opened like a flower spreading her legs wide so she could feel him at her entrance.

God, she was so wet for him.

He groaned, "You're so wet." He rained kisses down her abdomen until he reached her clit. Pulling the hood back he latched onto it and suckled it like he had her nipple.

Panting and swearing, Jemma urged him to fuck her. He chuckled and continued to drive her mad. His knuckle ground into the opening of her cunt and then his finger slowly penetrated her.

Her hips shot off the bed and undulated, taunting him to join with her.

He chuckled again and added another finger to her cunt. He curled them both upward to stroke her g-spot. She spasmed and moisture flooded his fingers.

With a low growl, he positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust into her with his hard cock. A shrill moan escaped her as she cried, "yes, yes, yes".

His strokes were deep and measured, calculated for maximum pleasure. She tilted her hips for more pleasure and he thrust up into her g-spot over and over.

She was out of her mind with pleasure. "Brodie, oh my God! Brodie. God, yes!"

He kissed her and shared her own taste with her. When she started to tremble this time, he joined her in a full earth shattering orgasm. He stayed inside her as long as he could and then rolled to the side to scoop her close to him.

He growled, "Try to disappear and see how far you get before I hunt you down and find you."

"I'm not going anywhere. I couldn't if I wanted. My legs are still shaking."

"Good. I intend to make that your natural state of being."

"God, that was good." She moaned into his chest. He captured her lips with his own and marked her as his own.

After their heart rates and breathing had returned to normal, he said, "When you walked into the funeral home like you were right off the runway, all cool and sophisticated, I thought to myself. 'That is mine.' It didn't matter if you were married or seeing someone, I was going to make you mine."

"I've always been yours, even from a distance. That never changed."

"If only I had known. I spent years haunted by you. I thought I saw you in a crowd or smelled you around the corner. In some ways you never left me."

"I saw you every day in Brock. He has your deep blue eyes and your smirk. Sometimes he tilts his head when I'm talking to him and I feel like I'm talking to you."

"I still love you, you know."

She gave him her sensual smile and said, "That works out well then as I still love you."

They kissed knowing that things were more complicated than that. But at that moment, everything felt perfect.

In the morning, Jemma woke to the sound of Brodie making coffee in the room.

"Morning. How did you sleep?" he asked.

"You wore me out. I had these vivid dreams of being made love to over and over."

"That was me. Sorry. I guess, I was making up for lost time."

"Don't apologize. I'm not complaining."

Her phone rang.

"Hello? Hi honey. How are you?"... long pause..."Wow. Sounds like you've been busy. Honey, I'm going to put you on speaker so I can brush my hair." Putting her finger to her lips she warned him not to speak.

"Mom. When are you coming home?"

Brodie's brow furrowed in concentration listening to his son for the first time.

"Um, I'm not quite sure. I have some business to work out here. Would you mind if Aunt Meg picked you up and took you home with her?"

"Aww, Mom. I guess not."

"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Okay. Can I stay up late tonight?"

"Aren't you tired from your sleepover?"

"No. I don't get tired."

"You'll have to ask Aunt Meg. My bet is you will fall asleep earlier than you think."

"Bet I don't."

"I will call you later, okay?"

"Okay, Bye Mom."

"Bye, darling."

When she ended the call and looked at Brodie, he was pensive. "Do you think he will like me?"

"Yes. I know he will. We will need to give him some time to get to know you first, before we tell him. I think that would be less stressful for him."

"Alright. I agree. Thanks for trying to give us a little more time together. I need that."

"You're welcome. I need it too. Meg won't mind."

"Come on. I want to have you naked in the shower."

Jemma hestitated. "You don't find my body off putting?"

"What are you talking about? You're gorgeous."

"I am ten years older and I've had a baby, you know."

"And you still look better than ever. The changes only make me want you more."

"For that, I will scrub you back," she said with a laugh.

~

Dressed in a navy blue dress with cap sleeves and a wide red belt, Jemma felt the strain of facing family again.

"Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful."

"I hate this. I wish it were over and we were back in my room."

"Me too. Stop worrying. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

At that moment, Jemma felt cherished and protected.

As family milled around the cemetery, Jemma asked Meg if she could take Brock for a night or two. She readily agreed and told Jemma to take all the time she needed. When her parents saw her, they stared and then walked away. Some shame is too much to be overcome it would seem.

Mark hugged her and shook hands with Brodie. "Are you coming over to the house?"

"No, it's best if I don't. Please make my excuse to your mother," Jemma replied.

"Will we ever meet Brock?"

"Yes, if you would like. But not right away. We plan to let him get to know Brodie gradually and then tell him the truth. After that we will have to play it by ear. The last thing I want is for Brodie to be overwhelmed."

"I understand. I'll tell mother."

"I stayed away because my parents couldn't bear my shame. But I suppose that was a wrong decision. I was young. I wish I had done things differently."

"I know. I wish you had come to me. I would have tried to help. But you know I would have told Brodie. He was really broken up by losing you."

Jemma looked at Brodie and he kissed her cheek.

In her defense, he said, "She was in an impossible situation. She was brave if misguided."

"Jemma thanks for coming. We'll talk soon."

"Are you ready to go?" Brodie asked her.

"Yes, please."

Back at the hotel room, they lay on the bed in each other's arms.

"Brodie, how is it you don't hate me?"

"First of all, you have always been a part of me. I know you thought you were doing what was best for me. I know this because it wasn't what was best for you."

"I'm not complaining. It gave me Brock. You are really going to love him. He is just the best."

"I could tell from the phone call. But I missed so much. How will he ever forgive me?"

"I will make sure he knows that you did not know about him. It is my fault. I just wanted you to be everything you dreamed of."

"The truth is that I have dreamed of you far more than anything else. How do you not resent me for not being there for you? I wish I had forced you to meet with me. I was just so gutted that I never thought of this scenario."

"I missed you so badly. I was a college drop out whose belly was growing bigger every day. Thank God for Meg. She held me up when I was at my lowest. She made it possible for me to keep Brock and to give him some family besides myself. In Meg's eyes, Brock is love personified. I hope she gives him a cousin one day."

"We could always give him a sibling," he said as he kissed her brow.

"He would love that. But I want us to focus on him for a while. Of course, I am not on birth control, so that plan may be a moot point."

At that announcement, Brodie hugged and kissed her stomach. "I know that at the time I would have been stressed if you had come to me, but God I wish we could have a do over."

Jemma kissed him. "Don't. It is Brock's history. And he is wonderful and healthy. You will be there for the rest of his life. Once Brock loves someone, he doesn't let go."

"I can't wait to meet him. You do know I'm never letting go of either of you, don't you?"

Jemma laughed. "If you do, I will hunt you down."

Brodie wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. One kiss led to another. Clothes were torn off and they each explored the other all over. Jemma kissed his nipples, suckled them and then slowly worked her kisses down his abdomen to his cock.

She took him in her mouth and licked him for his taste. "Mmmm."

She focused her attention on his head. She ran her tongue around it's ridge and tongued his hole. Then she sucked his head in and out of her mouth. She tongued the underside of it until he squirmed.

Slowly she sucked more and more of his shaft into her mouth. Relaxing her throat, she managed to accommodate all of him. She sucked on his cock with varying intensities. And then she bobbed up and down, sucking his cock until he thought he would explode.

"Enough! My turn," he growled. He climbed on top of her and pressed her breasts together until he could lick and suck both nipples at the same time. When she started to moan, he concentrated on one breast at a time.

He raked his teeth over her hard nipple and captured it in his mouth. He tongued the underside up against the roof of his mouth until she was frantic with desire. He gave the other breast equal attention.

Slowly he licked and kissed his way down to her mons. He sucked her labia into his mouth and sucked on it. Pulling the hood of her clit back, he suckled her clit and explored her entrance with his fingers.

He trailed his tongue down to her opening and penetrated her with it. She let out a cry that thrilled him. He inserted his middle finger and

moved it in and out. Then, he inserted another finger. Her hips began to rise in rhythm. He scissored the fingers and she moaned loudly. Curling the two fingers up, he caressed and pressed her g-spot.

She jolted and released a liquid onto his fingers. "Mmmmm," he groaned. He inserted a third finger into her cunt. Her eyes sought his and he reassured her. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no. Don't stop," she panted.

He twisted his wrist so that she could feel different sensations inside her wet cunt. "Do you like this?" he asked.

"Yesssss," she moaned. She clinched his fingers with the muscles of her cunt and climaxed.

"I could watch you come all day," he whispered.

Embarrassed, she closed her eyes.

"Don't. I've always loved how comfortable you are with your sexuality. Don't hide it from me."

She smiled and gazed into his eyes. He spread her legs wider with his and positioned his cock at her opening.

"How would you like it?" he asked.

"Any and every way. Surprise me."

He braced his weight on his forearms and entered her quick and deep. They both sighed deeply as if they were both home again. He pumped into her and shifted his hips at the end of every thrust to rub her g-spot. She, in turn, raised her hips and tilted them at the end of every thrust for the same reason.

She is so wet and warm.

He is so hard and lusty.

I feel so completely filled.

I feel so completely satisfied.

Together they filled the room with the sounds of flesh pounding flesh and moans entwined with cries. Her scent and his combined to make their scent which filled the room. Their worlds had narrowed to these moments and sensations. Finally, Jemma spasmed and clinched his cock as she came. Her climax pushed him over the edge and he growled out his intense pleasure.

Collapsing on the bed beside her, Brodie held her in his arms. "I'll never get enough of you... of this."

"Mmmm," she responded. "I'm going to hold you to that."

He lifted her hand and kissed it in response.

"I feel like something should be said. Your relationship with Brock is separate from your relationship with me. If you ever don't want this one, I hope you will maintain your relationship with Brock."

He lifted himself on his elbow. "I would have been with both of you from the beginning if things had been different. No matter what, we are his parents. We'll always be family. But don't misunderstand me. I want you... if you couldn't tell from the fantastic sex."

"I want you too. I always have," she admitted.

~

Jemma and Brodie had lengthy conversations about Brock and their future. Brock had landed an executive position with a software company that was about an hour south of Cincinnati. It would enable Brodie to visit them frequently once Brock became comfortable with him. They had decided to take Brock to a baseball game in a couple weeks and then come back to Jemma's for dinner afterward.

Brodie stood at the door with his heart pounding rapidly. What if Brock didn't like him? What if he became jealous of his relationship with his mom? What if he was no good as a father?

The door swung open and before him stood a nine year old boy that had Jemma's sandy hair color and his blue eyes. And he was smiling.

"Hi! I'm Brock. Mom said for you to come in. She's still getting ready," he said in disgust at her tardiness.

"Well, if I know your mom, it will be worth the wait," Brodie said with a smile. "Are you excited about the baseball game?"

"Yes! Mom and Aunt Meg have taken me before, but they always talk about girl things during the game. Maybe we can talk about the game and guy things."

"Absolutely. I'd like that."

"Did I hear disparaging comments about me and Aunt Meg?" Jemma said as she walked into the room.

"Naw. Not really. But Mom, you have to admit that baseball isn't really your thing."

"That's not true. I love watching you play," she argued.

"Well, I'm not playing today. Are you sure you're not going to be bored?"

Laughing, Jemma tousled his hair. "I think I'll manage. Come here. I want to put some sunscreen on you here so I don't need to take it with us."

"Oh, Mom," he groaned as if she was embarrassing him.

After applying the lotion to Brock's face and arms, she applied it to her own.

"Do you want some Brodie?"

"Sure."

Without thinking, Jemma applied sunscreen to Brodie. Brock watched with amusement. At the door, Jemma handed a baseball cap to Brock and put hers into her bag. "Do you need a cap, Brodie?"

"Mine's in the car. This isn't my first Reds game."

On the walk to the car, Brock asked if he could sit in the front by Brodie. With a smile, Jemma consented. Brock proceeded to question Brodie all about himself. Did he play baseball? What position? What other sports did he play? Did he like frogs? Dogs? Spiders? Does his mother treat him like a baby?"

Brodie reveled in his son's interest in him and answered all Brock's questions. He even managed to ask a few of his own. "Jemma, are you alright back there?"

"I'm fine. I'm actually learning quite a lot," she replied as she smiled at him in the rear view mirror.

The game was a huge success. The three bonded as they cheered for the Cincinnati Reds. Brock and Brodie shared their opinions on the players and the plays in the game. And Jemma loved watching the two of them together. There were a few moments she had to hide the tears of joy that threatened to fall.

As they walked back into Jemma's house, Brock asked Brodie to play catch with him in the back yard. Turning to Jemma, Brodie asked if she needed help with the food.

"I've got this as long as burgers on the grill, air fryer zuchini and mac and cheese is alright."

"Sounds good."

"Come on Brodie!"

"Just a minute, Brock. I need to get my mitt out of the car."

"Meet you out back!"

When Brodie walked into the kitchen carrying his mitt, he hugged Jemma from behind. "God, Jemma, he's perfect."

Laughing, she turned in his arms and said, "I agree. But then I'm a little biased."

"You've done such a wonderful job with him."

"Thanks. You'd better go before he comes to drag you out back. Is eating on the deck okay?"

"Sounds good. Let me know if you need any help."

As she prepared the meal, Jenna kept sneaking peeks at the two of them together. Her heart felt so full. She also felt a keen loss of all the time they had missed out on together.

When Jemma took the burgers out to the grill, Brodie took note and came to help.

"Why does every man think that grilling is a man's job?" Jemma laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were so sensitive about grilling," Brodie joked.

"Brodie, you had better take over. Mom means well but she usually puts them on the grill and goes to do something else. By the time she remembers, they're burnt."

Jemma laughed. "Sorry, Brock. I didn't know it had happened that often. I concede the spatula to you sir," she said as she held it out to Brodie. She returned to the kitchen to finish the zuchini and pasta.

"Brock. Can you set the table?" she called.

"Okay."

Sitting down to eat, the three of them made a nice family group. Brock swung his feet back and forth as he ate. He seemed very happy.

"Brock do you have any baseball games coming up?" Brodie asked.

"Mom, do I?"

"You have one on Tuesday at 5:00."

Excitedly, Brock asked Brodie if he could come.

Jemma interceded. "Brock, honey. Brodie lives and works an hour away. Maybe he can come to a weekend game."

"Would you like me to come on Tuesday?" Brodie asked Brock.

"That's okay. I understand."

"Let me see what I can do. I might be able to move some things around and leave work early."

Jemma said, "That's awfully nice of you. If you can't, text me and I'll let him know."

"I'm going to try to make it."

Brock was all smiles at Brodie's interest in him.

"Brodie?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like my mom?"

Brodie smiled and chuckled. "Am I that obvious? I like her a lot."

Brock smiled and told him, "That's good. She could use a man for grilling and stuff."

Jemma blushed and laughed. "Why don't you two figure it out while I get the ice cream."

When she returned, Brodie was explaining that he and Brock's mom were old friends... that they had dated a long time ago.

"Oh. So you like her that way. Okay."

"I like you too, Brock. Is it okay if I continue to see you both?"

"Yeh! After supper, I'll show you my dinosaur collection!"

"I'd like that."

"After that, Brock, I want you to take a shower and put on your pajamas. You don't have to go to bed right away, but tomorrow is a school day and I want you to start winding down."

"I don't want to upset your routine. Should I go?" Brodie asked.

"No. Brock should be able to maintain his routine with you here. That is, unless you want to go now."

"What do you think? I'll stay until you kick me out."

"Mom won't kick you out. She likes you. I can tell."

Brodie reached for Jemma's hand. "You do, do you?"

"Most definitely."

Brodie leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Ooooo! You don't have to get all mushy," scorned Brock

Brodie smiled at Brock. "Wait until you're older. You will appreciate mushy then."

"Go ahead, you two. Go marvel over the dinosaurs."

"Do you want some help here?"

"No, there isn't much to do. You guys go on."

After a half hour, Jemma shooed Brock toward the shower. Sitting on the sofa together, Brodie massaged her neck. "God, he's a great kid."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"Are you getting sleepy?" he asked.

"No, that feels good is all."

Brodie whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you so badly."

"Mmmm. We can't. I can arrange for Meg to take him one night on a weekend, but he will be mad if he figures out you were here to see me and not him."

"I want to see you both. But I want to sleep with you."

"I don't have the answers. But we need to be patient right now."

"I know. It's just that I just found you again."

"I want you too. Can we make decisions on the fly?"

"Yes. I'm very adaptable."

Brock bounded back into the room clad in his pajamas. "I'm done! Can we watch TV?"

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"No, I will."

"Go brush your teeth and then you can watch some TV before bed."

Brock made it through a half hour of television before he fell fast asleep. Brodie scooped him up and put him in his bed. He bent down and kissed Brock's forehead. Watching them from the doorway, Jemma teared up.

Brodie led her back to the sofa and pulled her down onto his lap. She broke down into tears. He held her and rocked her until she dried her eyes.

"Baby, you can't give me back the last nine years and I can't go back and be there with you through everything you endured. If we are going to survive this, we need to forgive ourselves. I promise to talk to you whenever I feel resentment toward you if you promise to talk to me when you feel resentment toward me."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one to deny your relationship with your son. The only thing you ever did, was to love me."

"Yes, I loved you so well that we made a baby together. I didn't protect you from that. That was my responsibility."

"I never have nor will I ever regret Brock's existence. He has been a gift and a blessing to me. Whatever sacrifices were made have been more than repaid."

They touched their foreheads together and she whispered, "I love you."

"Mmmm. I love you and I want you."

She nibbled on his lips and he captured hers with a growl. "You were so good with him today," she told him.

"How could I not be? He's you. He's me. He's us. He's quickly becoming my hero too."

Panting, she whispered, "I was such a fool. I should have run to you not away from you."

"Just as long as you don't run from me now."

"Never."

He kissed her neck and held her breast while he used his thumb to arouse the nipple. Her breathing quickened and he grew hard.

Her resolve dissolved. "You must be quiet," she said as she led him to her bedroom.

He whispered back, "You, my dear, are the loud one."

She locked the door behind them. They frantically undressed. He turned her away from him and bent her over the bed. He caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She knelt on the bed and he stood behind her.

He inserted a finger inside her and found that she was already wet. He positioned himself and thrust into her deep and hard. This was not the time for slow, sensitive lovemaking. After being with her all day and not being able to touch her, he was primed for a fast, hard fuck. He pulled on her nipples in an alternating, milking fashion and he heard her quietly moan. They were both crazy out of their minds with desire when they came. The only indication were clinched muscles, spasms and jerks. Well, and the warm spurts of cum that coated her cunt walls.

She collapsed on the bed and he scooped her in his arms and held her and kissed her.

She murmured, "If you can't make it on Tuesday, he will understand."

"This is the first thing my son has ever asked of me. I'll be here."

"Did you enjoy being with the two of us today?"

"Are you kidding? I loved it. I saw you tear up a few times today though."

"It will get easier, the more time we spend together. If you want to stay the night, I can try to arrange a sleep over either with Aunt Meg or his friend if you want to stay one of the nights here."

"Let me know what you come up with. I feel like I need to have a go bag in the car."

"Hmmm. There's a thought. You'd better get going. You and I have work tomorrow."

He kissed her once more. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night. Drive safely."

Jemma took a shower and when she emerged from the bathroom Brock was at her door.

"Did Brodie leave?"

"Yes, he did. Did I wake you?"

"No. I just woke up."

Jemma walked him back to his bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his forehead. "Do you think you can get back to sleep?"

"Yeh."

"Do you want me to lie beside you until you fall asleep?"

"Sure. Mom, do you like Brodie?"

"Of course I do."

"I mean, like like him," he tried to explain.

"What if I did? Would that bother you?"

"No. I like him. He's fun. And he makes you smile."

"Good. I'm glad. I do like like him. We'll be seeing more of him. But if it ever feels weird or uncomfortable for you, promise you will talk with me?"

"Okay Mom. Sometimes I wish I had a dad and that you had a boyfriend."

"Oh Brock. I'm sorry. I think I knew that, but we never talked about it. I guess I was busy trying to be both to you."

That made Brock laugh. "You tried Mom. But you really can't play catch very well."

"And Brodie can?"

"Yes. And he taught me some things that made me better."

"I'm glad, sweetheart. He is a good man. I think you could talk to him about anything."

"Hmmm. Maybe."

"Well, that of course, is up to you. But you, Mister, need to go back to sleep. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No. But I wouldn't mind if you stayed until I fell asleep."

"Anything, darling."

~

Sitting in the stands watching Brock's team warm up, Jemma saw Brodie running toward her from the parking lot. He looked fine in a blue oxford shirt and blue jeans.

"Hi! You made it!" she exclaimed.

"I told you I would. You look pretty."

"Why, thank you. Is work going to suffer from you being here?"

"No. I worked late last night and moved an appointment so I could leave early today. Everything's good."

"What about you. I'm sure you had to leave work early as well."

"I start before everyone else, work through lunch and they are used to me needing to accommodate Brock's schedule. The work gets done. And if I can't swing it, Meg usually can."

"Soon, you can depend on me to step in as well."

"I'd like that. I think Brock would too. We had a little talk after you left Sunday night. He likes you a lot."

"He woke up? Did I do that?"

"No. He said he just woke. I didn't get the impression that he heard us."

"We were pretty quiet."

Just then, Brock waved from the field. Jemma and Brodie waved back.

"Look how excited he is to see you here."

"I'm glad. He's terrific."

"Look, he's coming over to the fence."

They joined Brock at the fence.

"Hi Brodie! You made it!"

"I wouldn't miss it, buddy."

"Mom, the team is getting ice cream together if we win. Can we go?"

"We'll see."

"Oooops coach is calling us. Gotta go."

"Good luck, honey," Jemma called after him.

They took their seats in the bleachers and cheered for Brock and his team. After Brock struck out, Brodie went to the fence and called him over for a talk. Jemma watched from the bleachers as they obviously were discussing batting technique. The next time he came up to bat he got a hit and took first base. Jemma watched Brock give Brodie a huge smile. Brodie and Jemma shared a quick hug in celebration.

At the conclusion of the game, Brock came running up to Jemma and Brodie.

"We lost," Brock said dejectedly.

"Did you play your best game?" Brodie asked.

"I think so," Brock responded.

"Then it was a good game. We don't always win. What matters is that we do our best and if we lose, we do so with good sportmanship. There's no shame in losing. In fact, I saw your batting improve before my very eyes."

Brock considered what was said and nodded his understanding.

"Come on slugger, let's go home and have some ice cream," Jemma consoled. "Will you come over and have some ice cream?" she asked Brodie.

"Yeh, sure."

Brock seemed happy about that turn of events.

Back at the house, ice cream cones were taken out to the back deck.

"Brodie, will you help me practice my batting?"

"Sure, but let's do it this weekend, alright?"

"Honey, I need you to go to bed a little early. I have an early meeting in the morning. I'll have to drop you off at Aunt Meg's before I go to work."

"If you can put me up for the night, I can take him to school," said Brodie.

"Isn't that going to make you awfully late for work?"

"I can work it out. I have my laptop in the car and my to go back too."

"Are you sure? I feel like we're asking an awful lot of you."

"You're not. I'm offering."

"Please, Mom!"

"Alright. Brodie, that is very nice of you."

"You can sleep in my bed, but Mom's is bigger."

Brodie asked, "That wouldn't bother you?"

"Naww. You and Mom are dating, right?"

"Yes, we are."

"I like having you around. I think you are good for Mom."

"Thanks buddy, I hope so."

After a hot shower, Jemma set about laying out her clothes for the morning. Then, she went through her briefcase to review some reports before her morning meeting. With everything prepared, she returned to the living room only to find it empty.

She walked down the hallway to Brock's room. Upon hearing their voices, she paused outside the door.

"It's nice that you want me to stay. And I want to help your mom with her scheduling issue. But a gentleman should never assume that a lady want's him in her bed. I will probably sleep on the sofa or the floor."

"Oh. Okay."

And the topic was closed. Brock didn't ask any questions and Brodie didn't offer anything more. She wondered how they would resolved the sleeping situation. And now she knew. Although she dearly wanted sleep beside Brodie all night, she knew that this arrangement was less confusing for Brock.

She knocked on the door.

"How is everything going, guys?"

"Good, Mom. Brodie was telling me about when he used to play baseball."

"Oh. That's nice. He was always a great athlete. Brodie, I laid out towels in the bathroom for you. Can I get you anything before I go to bed?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you ready for your morning meeting?"

"As much as I can be. It's a new client. Honey, it's time to turn out the lights and to go to sleep."

"Awww. Mom. It's not every night that Brodie is here."

"I know. But you will see him in the morning. Give me a kiss."

Brock kissed his mom and settled himself under the sheets.

"Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Mom."

"See you in the morning, slugger."

"Goodnight, Brodie. Thanks for staying over. It's fun to have you here."

"Thanks, Brock. It's fun for me too. Go to sleep."

Back in the living room Brodie gave Jemma a hug. "What a great kid."

"Mmmm. Yes. He really likes you. I'm glad you're in his life."

"Are you glad I'm in your life?" he asked.

"Of course. I heard your conversation about sleeping arrangements. I appreciate your willingness to keep things unmuddled at this time."

"Sure. He's young and impressionable. Are we okay?"

"Yes. Of course. I'm just really tired. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Once Brock is out he is a heavy sleeper, so feel free to watch TV if you want. I'm dead on my feet. Oh, I forgot to make up the couch for you."

"I'll do it. Where are the sheets?"

"In the linen closet beside the bathroom. There should be a blue set of sheets about eye level."

"Sounds good." He gave her a kiss and headed for the shower.

In the morning, Jemma dressed quickly in her grey pantsuit and pulled her hair up into a chignon. Adding small hoop earrings and a opal necklace. Jemma emerged from her bedroom.

Brodie was already dressed and sitting at the dining table with his laptop. He had made a pot of coffee and looked to be already hard at work.

"Morning. What do you want for breakfast? I'm not a great cook, but can manage simple things," Brodie offered.

Surprised to have someone offer to cook breakfast for her, Jemma stammered, "Uhhh. I usually just have coffee and a bagel at the office."

"Alright, if you're sure. What does Brock have for breakfast?"

"He likes to eat in the school cafeteria with his friends. So, you don't need to worry about it. But please, help yourself to anything you find."

He walked up to her and kissed her. "I'd love to help myself to you, but I know you're in a hurry."

"You are so very tempting. But, I do need to go. Brock needs to be at school at 7:30. How did you sleep? Was the sofa horrible?"

"It was fine. I'm not picky."

"Well, with time we can change the arrangement. I am going to talk to Meg about the Saturday night of next weekend. So we can have an evening together if you like."

"I'd love that. Let's talk later about it. You want a cup of coffee?"

"No. I'm going to wait and have it at work. Thank you so much for everything. It's so very nice of you."

"There's no need to thank me. I'm glad to help in any way I can."

She kissed him, picked up her briefcase and waved goodbye.

That evening Jemma was relaxing when Brodie called.

"Hi! Thank you for this morning."

"Like I said, no thanks needed. How did your meeting go?"

"Fairly typical for a first meeting. It was fine. Did everything go alright with you and Brock this morning?"

"Yes. He is very bright and cheery in the morning, unlike his mom."

"I'm sorry. It does take me some time to adjust to being awake."

"Duly noted," he chuckled.

"Hey, do you still want to spend time with me alone?"

"What? Of course."

"Meg said that she would take Brock to this hotel that has an enclosed waterpark next weekend. He won't even remember to call me that night."

"Wow. I am going to owe Meg a huge Christmas present. I'm glad she's always been there for you and Brock."

"Me too. But she loves us and says that we are her family, that she won't have one of her own. It makes me sad."

"Not everyone wants the same things."

"I guess."

"Would you like to go out to a nice dinner the weekend I stay with you?"

"You don't have to wine and dine me."

"I know, but I've missed so much with you too."

"We could just play it by ear. Bring your clothes and we can decide how we feel that evening."

"Alright. I'll see you and Brock this Saturday, right?"

"Of course. Brock wants to go to the batting cage with you. Is that alright?"

"Yes. That sounds like fun. Maybe afterward you'll let me take you both out to dinner?"

"That would be great. I can't wait. And I know Brock will be excited to see you."

"Me too. I have some work to wrap up tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow night, alright?"

"Talk then. Good night."

They talked every night sharing the inane and funny moments from their days. Goodbyes were bittersweet, but thoughts of seeing each other on the weekends made it bearable.

The weekend of alone time came and both were excited to see each other. Friday night turned out to be a couples night since Aunt Meg and Brock were leaving early on Saturday and Brock was staying over at Meg's.

"Hi, beautiful! I missed you."

"Hi yourself, handsome. I missed you too even though we have talked on the phone every day."

"In person is better."

They kissed... I prim kiss that turned hot quickly. Jemma sucked his tongue. He nibbled her lips and moved down to nibbling her neck. Hands roved freely over heated bodies.

When Brodie pulled her shirt off, he found a demi cup bra that held Jemma's breasts up for his delight and delectation. He groaned and started working on her jeans. Underneath he found a thong.

Without saying a word he pulled her down to the floor. He spread her legs out with his and started pleasuring her breasts.

Jemma giggled. "Well, hello to you too."

"Fuck hello. I need to be inside you."

"Then you had better get out of those clothes."

Within seconds, Brodie was naked and resuming his worshipping of her breasts. He squeezed them together so he could suck both nipples at the same time. Jemma responded with moans and begging that pleaded for him not to stop.

Brodie's hard cock found her entrance and slowly penetrated it. She was so warm and wet for him. And, he could feel her grasp his cock with the muscles of her cunt.

"Oh God. I could stay inside you forever."

Breathless, Jemma panted, "Yes, pleasssse."

Suckling her tits while he fucked her was an unbelievable sensual experience. He loved how responsive she was to it. She came fairly quickly and urged him on. He knew that she was capable of multiple orgasms so he continued in search of the next one. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his shoulders. She moaned and cried out. "Fuck me."

Brodie doubled his speed and depth. They were both out of their minds with pleasure and lust. He angled his thrusts to hit her g-spot and to rub her clit. She continued to meet his thrusts and to clinch his cock in her pussy.

Brodie pounded her as hard as he could since he knew she loved that. Within minutes they were coming together. Her legs trembled and his cock twitched as it spurted his cum into her. She sighed heavily, enjoying the delicious feeling.

Once his shaft had gone limp, he rolled to the side and pulled her into his embrace.

Running her hands through the hair on his chest, she told him he was a sex god.

Laughing, he told her that she was the best lay he had ever had. They stayed in that embrace for some time. Both relaxed and drifted in and out of consciousness.

"Maybe next time we'll actually make it to the bed," she said.

"Location is irrelevant as long as I have you."

They shared a tender kiss.

Friday night was a relaxing, casual affair wearing sweatpants, eating pizza and watching movies. Saturday, Jemma did some house chores and ran some errands. Brodie really wanted to take her to a nice dinner and so he persuaded Jemma to get dressed up.

They showered together during which Jemma tried to start something, but Brodie was resolute in wanting to take her to dinner. He dressed in dress pants, shirt and a casual jacket. Jemma emerged from the bathroom in a white sheath dress with grommets on the neckline. Brodie whistled in appreciation.

"Thank you kind sir. You look very handsome."

"Good. Because you look good enough to eat."

"I'm sorry, but you rebuffed my advances in the shower so now you have to take me out and feed me."

It felt like going to the prom all over again. Brodie was the perfect gentleman; holding open doors and attending to her comfort."

The restaurant was a beautiful old historic inn that had been renovated and turned into a restaurant and B&B.

"Oh, it's beautiful. What a wonderful choice," exclaimed Jemma.

"I'd thought you'd like it. Would you like to eat outside on the patio?"

"Yes. It should be quieter out there."

The hostess seated them at a round table on the patio. As soon as she left, Brodie moved his place setting over beside Jemma.

She laughed and said, "I warn you now, I don't share chocolate."

"So, in other words, nothing has changed."

They ordered wine and reminisced about their younger courtship.

"I never thought that I would get a second chance with you. And meeting Brock has been an amazing surprise. I'm so happy."

"Mmmm. Me too. I love watching the two of you together. You share so many slight mannerisms. And he absolutely adores you."

"The feeling is mutual." He looked into her eyes and said, "And I love and adore you. Let's make it official. Jemma, will you marry me?"

Jemma's eye widened. She longed for this, but didn't expect it so soon. "Yes!" she said with tears in her eyes. "A thousand times yes."

They kissed and leaned against each other in a semi hug."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Brodie pulled a ring box out of his inside jacket pocket. "If you don't like it, we can exchange it."

Jemma opened the box to find a pear shaped morganite stone surrounded with diamonds.

"Oh, my. You have good taste. I love it." He slipped it on her finger and it fit perfectly.

"It fits!"

"Yes, I took one of your rings out of your jewelry box and took it to the jeweler's for the size. Before I forget, here it is."

"I never even noticed it was missing. How clever of you."

"You know that this is forever, don't you?" Brodie said.

"I was hoping so."

"I'm never giving you up again. My life is finally complete. I'm going to make you so happy. Jemma, do you want more kids?"

"I haven't had to consider it, since I've not gotten serious about anyone else. I would love to have more kids with you. I want to go through the pregnancy, the infancy and toddler years with you this time."

"Good. I sure as hell want that too."

Their time at dinner was idyllic. Softly spoken plans and hopes for the future were shared. Amusing observations and anecdotes made them laugh. And they shared their meals with each other. It was lovely, but they both wanted to go home in the worst way.

After Jemma unlocked the door, Brodie picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Giggling, Jemma insisted, "Put me down, you brute."

"Not until I can put you down on the bed."

Once they were in the bedroom, clothes were torn off with gusto. Brodie sat her down on the edge of the bed. He kneeled between her legs and strokes her calves with intermittent kisses. He worked his way up her thighs with caresses, kisses and licks. Spreading her legs apart wider, he buried his face in her mons.

The scent was sweet and poignantly erotic. He worked his finger up and down her slit and watched her breath hitch. Pulling her hood back, Brodie focused on loving her clit. He tongued around her clit with tongue swirls. He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently suckled it as if it was her nipple. He heard her moaning and whispering his name. Suddenly he flicked the nub hard with his tongue. Jemma cried out and her clit began to throb.

With his tongue burrowed between her lips, Brodie traveled down to her entrance. He penetrated her with his tongue and flicked it back and forth. Her hips began to undulate and he looked up to see her arounsing her nipples with her fingers.

"Mmmm." he groaned in appreciation of her self arousal.

He returned to take her labia between his lips and suck. He bent his fingers and used his knuckle at her entrance. He released that blood engorged lip to suck the other side of her between his lips. As Jemma showed more arousal, he gently entered her with his thumb.

He could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze his thumb. With his forefinger, he rimmed her anus. She jerked a little, but did not stop his exploration. Rimming and pressing at her rosebud caused Jemma to lift her butt off the bed.

"Easy, baby. I won't hurt you."

He then tongued her anus and dipped inside her with his tongue. He flicked his tongue across her anus. Putting her legs over his shoulders, he returned to her clit to feast on her. Once he raised her arousal higher, he entered her with his middle finger. She squeezed it hard with her cunt and panted his name.

He added his index finger and curled them upward to press on and stroke her g-spot. Immediately, he was rewarded with a release of fluid. Quickly he positioned his mouth at her pee hole and sucked her fluids into his mouth. She continued to come and he continued to drink her fluids. He looked up to see her tossing her head back and forth from side to side in her crazed pleasure.

Taking her pleasure up another notch, he began to slowly finger fuck her. Her hips continued to rise and fall as if she was trying to intensify the contact. He increased the speed and intensity of his finger fucking. He was so deep inside her. He was pistoning her hard and fast until she started to tremble and squeeze his head with her legs. She cried out as a stream of liquid shot onto Brodie's face. He immediately covered the stream to drink in her fluids.

With wet face, he chuckled and joined her on the bed. He held her as she came down from her intense orgasm.

"You're so wet!"

"Mmmm. I know. You are delicious."

"Really? I feel a little embarassed."

"Why? I loved seeing you react so strongly. Give me a kiss and taste yourself."

She kissed him with passion. Their tongues tangled and and they explored each other with their lips, tongues and mouths.

"I've never experienced anything like that. It was amazing," she admitted to him.

"Mmmmm. I'm glad to be the one here with you."

Jemma teared up and clung to him. "Me too. Oh, my god. I love you."

"That's good, because you're stuck with me now."

"Thank God for that."

Brodie positioned himself on top of her between her legs. Taking her breasts into his hands he pushed them together so he could lick both nipples at once. Then he suckled them.

"If we are blessed with a baby, will you let me drink your milk from these beautiful tits?"

"Mmmmm... yes," she moaned.

He took just one nipples into his mouth sucking and suckling it. He felt her grab his head and hold him to her. He suckled stronger. She moaned and cried out. "Oh, baby. That feels amazing."

His response was to suckle more. She had the most gorgeous tits. They were beautifully shaped, cup size C-D with two inch aureola that were a pretty pink. Her nipples were larger than they were in college. They were tall and rounded somewhat like a baby bottle nipple. He was thrilled with them and by them.

He switched to her other tit and started suckling. Her hard nipples felt so good in his mouth. With his tongue he circled and flicked at her nipple. She cried out louder. He could feel her hips rise against him.

"Honey, does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Imagine me suckling milk from your tits while I fuck you."

"Do it now. Please!"

He rose up on his knees, shoved a pillow under her ass and took his hard cock in hard. He positioned himself at her cunt and thrust into

her hard and deep. She cried out his name. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, he continued thrusting. He pulled her tit upward and he lowered his head to suckle her. She screamed and then continued to keen as he fucked her.

He couldn't believe how unbelievable he felt. Jemma's hard nipple was in his mouth, her generous rounded tit was in his hand and his cock was inside her cunt. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. He could feel her come but he continued to fuck her. He didn't think he could stop if he wanted to.

Jemma wrapped her legs around around him and held on to him and this fantastic ride. Brodie was sucking her nipple and aureola deeper and deeper into his mouth. It felt as though he was sucking on her clit through her tit. She came again.

He let go of her breast and concentrated on fucking her with his big, hard cock. He was so deep inside her. She was wet and warm and oh so exciting. Her muscles squeezed him and trembled around him when she climaxed.

Holding her thighs out wide, he fucked her so hard that he thought he would pass out. She screamed and convulsed around his cock. Feeling his cock so hard and tight, he exploded into her. He painted her cunt with his cum. He imagined impregnating her one day and thrust a few more hard thrusts.

He bent down and kissed her as his softened cock left her. Snuggling in bed together, they silently held each other as their bodies returned to earth.

She whispered, "You are a sex god."

He chuckled, "Well, if that is true, you are my sex goddess. I didn't know you could squirt."

"I didn't know either! I am still a little embarrassed about it."

He took her face into his hands, whatever we do to each other in pleasure is natural. And whatever is produced by our loving each other is blessed. There's no shame in loving each other."

"I don't know how I survived without you all these years."

"I feel the same. But you did and I did. And we found our way back to each other."

"Thank God. I never stopped loving you, but our love back in college was young and untried. I'm biting my tongue not to ask you who taught you all of what you did to me. But I don't want to feel jealous."

"You will never have a reason to feel jealous. I know that we and Brock are a miracle and I will never let it go. When I saw you pleasuring your nipples I almost lost it. You've obviously had some lessons as well."

She proudly said, "Good for us. We enjoy are bodies and enjoy each other's body."

"Yes. Good for us."

They had decided to wait to tell Brock, since everything was so new to him. They fell into a routine of the three of them seeing each other on the weekends and sometimes once during the week. It felt so easy and right. After a couple months, Brock and Jemma decided to share the engagement news with Brock.

"Let me talk to him first. I want him to know how young we were and how foolish I was. I want him to understand that you didn't know about him until uncle's funeral. I'm pretty confident that he will be happy to have you join us as a family. He adores you. Our son has good taste. If you want, I'll let you tell him we're engaged."

"I can tell you, I've never been afraid of a nine year old before."

"Brock has a huge heart. He already loves you. It will be alright. Trust me. I know our son."

Jemma asked Brock to join her on the back deck.

"Brodie, are you coming?"

"No, darling. Just you," she said.

"But, Mom. That's rude."

"He understands. Come on."

They sat at the table on the deck.

"Honey, I want to tell you a story about my past and where you came from."

Brock looked confused, but he didn't interrupt her.

"Remember how I told you that I knew Brodie from a long time ago? We dated each other the summer before we went to college. We were very much in love. From that love you were made. We weren't married and a lot of people think that having a baby before marriage is bad."

She paused to take a sip of her lemonade.

"When I told my parents that I was going to have a baby, they told me to get out. They didn't want to see me again. I think that they somehow thought that people would think they were bad because of me. I think that they were very wrong, but I left."

"What did you do?"

"I went to aunt Meg. She took me in. She took care of me and you."

"Wasn't she afraid of your parents?"

"No. Meg was older and already out on her own. She thought our parents were wrong too. I told her about you and she said that we could stay with her as long as we wanted."

"That sounds like aunt Meg."

"Yes. Aunt Meg has a big heart. It's almost as big as yours."

"So, that is why I don't have grandparents like everyone else."

"That is why you don't see my parents. Yes."

"Brodie's parents invited me over to their house. My parents had already told them that I was pregnant. They told me that Brodie had a big future in basketball. He had a scholarship and it was thought that he would go pro after a couple years. They asked me not to tell Brodie about you. They told me that I needed to break up with him if I cared about him. They said that if I cared for him, I would let him go so he could have the future he deserved."

"I don't understand. How would I stop him from becoming a pro?"

"Babies are a lot of work, honey. Until they are older, they need their parents to do everything for them. An athlete that is that good has to devote all of their time to their sport. They thought that a baby would stop him from achieving his best."

"I'm sorry I was so much trouble for you," Brock said with complete sincerity.

"Oh, no. Honey. I have never regretted having you. You are the very best part of my life. I would do anything for you.

The next time Brodie came to see me, I broke up with him. I didn't tell him about you. He didn't know about you until my uncle's funeral when we saw each other again. We thought it would be best if you got to know him before I told you everything. So, you see it was my fault that you didn't have a father. I was young and foolish. I thought that I was doing what was best for everyone. I was wrong."

"So, Brodie is my Dad?"

"Yes, darling."

"Why isn't he a pro basketball player?"

"He hurt his knee. He couldn't play anymore."

"Why didn't you tell him about me then?:

"I didn't know. I moved to Cincinnati to live with aunt Meg. I didn't have contact with him again. And I hadn't been back home until the funeral. I didn't know what had happened to him. I assumed he went on to play and that he probably had a family by now."

"Does he have a family?"

"No, darling. He doesn't. Honey, will you tell Brodie to come out and join us now?"

When Brodie and Brock sat down, everyone looked a little uncomfortable.

"Brock, do you have any questions for me?" Brodie asked.

"If you loved Mom, why did you let her go?"

"That was the biggest mistake of my life. I tried several times to talk to her and to see her. I thought she didn't care for me anymore. I had no idea... I was heart broken. I never stopped loving her. I never forgot her."

"Mom, do you still love Brodie?"

"More than ever."

"Brock, getting to know you has been so incredible. I love you, son."

Brock started to cry. He ran into the house. Jemma started to go after him, but Brodie said, "No. Let me."

Brodie knocked on the door frame before entering Brock's room. Brock tried to hide his face and the fact that he had been crying. "It's okay. There is no shame in tears, son. It's not a very happy story, huh?"

"No. It's my fault."

"No, Brock. You are best thing in your mother's life. You are the best thing in my life."

"Really?"

"Yes. You are a very special boy. And you are my son. I would do anything for you." After a long pause, Brodie asked, "Is it alright if I take care of you and your mom?"

"Would you move in with us? Be with us everyday?"

"I would. I've asked your mom to marry me. We still love each other. Would it be alright if I became part of this family?"

"Would you play ball with me and take me to the water park?"

"Of course. I've missed so much of your life. I want to be the best dad I can be."

"Did Mom say yes?"

"She did."

Brock smiled the biggest smile. "Mom! Mom!"

Jemma hurried into the room. "What's wrong?"

"Brodie is going to marry us."

Laughing, Jemma replied, "Yes he is. Is everything alright?" She looked back and forth between the two of them. "Come, give me a hug."

Brock rose and hugged his mom. Brodie rose and hugged them both. Then he gave Jemma a kiss.

"Eww." Brock said in disgust.

Brodie told him, "Get used to it kid. There will be more of that."

Despite his false disgust, Brock secretly liked the idea of that.

For dinner, they grilled chicken and shrimp and ate on the back deck.

"Mom, Dad. Since you are getting married, does this mean I can have a little brother?"

Brock chuckled, "We will do our best to fill that request. But if we should have a baby, it might be a girl. How do you feel about that?"

Brock wasn't entirely happy about that idea. But after some consideration he replied, "I guess that would be alright. Can we have a boy after that?"

"Honey," responded Jemma, "we do want children. But it isn't entirely in our hands. We'll all just have to see what happens."

"Okay. As long as we are all living together, I will be happy," Brock said.

"Me too, son."

After dinner, they watched movies. They were chosen by Brock, but enjoyed by all. When Brock fell asleep, Brodie carried him into his bedroom and tucked him into bed. Jemma watched from the doorway and felt blessed.

Brodie hugged her at the door and pulled her into her bedroom. "I think it time we started fulfilling our son's request."

"Oh you do, do you?" she said with a smirk.

"MmmmHmm," he answered while unbuttoning her top. He kissed her neck as he unsnapped her bra. He bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth and suckle. Stroking the underside of her nipple with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he sucked until he heard her moan and become breathless.

She clung to his broad shoulders as she could no longer stand on her own.

He laid her back onto the bed and removed her jeans. Then he quickly undressed and joined her on the bed. He framed her face with his hands and said, "Do you know how much I love you? Can we get married soon? I can't wait much longer."

"I love you too. So much. Seeing that Brock is on board, there is no reason to delay."

They kissed deeply and hands roved as they became more and more intoxicated in their love. Jemma rolled on top of him and straddled him. Leaning down, she kissed his nipple and tongued it. She kissed down his abdomen and nibbled the skin above his hip bone. She worked her way down to his cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked his head in and out of her mouth and then tongued the underside of his head. Pulling her lips over her front teeth, she formed a small O with her mouth. She sucked his cock through that round frame and heard his groan.

He whispered, "I want to be inside you."

"You do, do you?" She climbed up and positioned herself over his cock. Slowly, she sank down onto his hard cock. They both let out a deep sigh.

With hands entwined and eyes locked on each other, Jemma rode Brodie. She rode at alternating speeds and forces. She angled her hips to help his cock rub her g-spot. And when they came together, she bent down to kiss him deeply. Then, she lay on his chest as they whispered about Brock and their family's future.

Jemma whispered, "I never thought I would be this happy again. I feel like I'm eighteen again."

"I'm just as happy. I've loved you for so long. And now I have you and a son."

"I hope you feel the same once you move in with us. So far, we've been on our best behavior."

He chuckled. "I know all I need to know. No one is perfect, least of

all me. I've been meaning to bring up the search for a larger house."

"Oh, I hadn't given it any thought. Do you think it's necessary?"

"Well, this house is a bit small. And if we are blessed with a child or two, it definitely won't be large enough."

" Alright, can we discuss it later?"

"Of course. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Don't be silly. Of course not."

"Good. Because you know I'm not letting you go. I'll do everything in my power to make you and Brock happy."

He turned her away from him and spooned her from behind. Very quickly he was hard again. He lifted her top leg over his hip and found her entrance with his cock. Feeling her wetness, he plowed into her. His top hand held her breast and aroused her nipple.

Whispering in her ear, he said, "God I want you so much. When I'm not thinking about getting to know Brock better, I'm thinking about our connection and everything I want to do to your body."

The position didn't allow for deep thrusting, but it did allow him to enfold her in his arms and fuck her in a more leisurely fashion. He moved his hand down to her clit and started stroking it. He could feel her trembling body as he took command of their lovemaking.

"Do you like this? Can you feel how much I desire you. I could fuck you all night and still want you in the morning."

He deepened his thrusts and listened to her excited breathing and moans. He rolled her clit between his finger and thumb. He heard and felt her come again as she clamped down on his cock with her cunt muscles.

His clit stroking became more intense as he neared his climax. "Come for me again Jemma. Squeeze my cock as I cum in you."

That was enough to push them both over the edge. He held her to him until their breathing slowed. Then he turned her over and suckled her breast.

"I want to see you big with our child. And I want to see these amazing tits feed it and me. I love your hard nipple in my mouth."

He suckled her nipple and rolled and teased it with his tongue. Jemma stroked her fingers through his hair. Sometimes when he suckled, it was an exciting and arousing precursor to sex. Tonight, it was soothing and relaxing. Somehow it was more of a bonding experience than sex.

She whispered to him, "I can't wait to feed you my milk. There's nothing quite like it."

"Me either. I want to experience everything with you."

"We will, darling. We will."