Momma Pam - Pt. 02

Momma Pam - Part 2

This is a story about an 18-year-old male and his 36-year-old step mom trying to decide if they can make the transition from parent and child to lovers. It seemed like a Romance story, but after conferring on the Literotica Discussion Boards, the consensus is since the story involves a step mom and step son, it should be posted in the Incest area. Part 1 laid the foundation. Part 2 concludes the story and does include sex. Enjoy.

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DECEMBER thru the end of APRIL

We continued dating and being more comfortable with the idea of changing roles. The most awkward date was when we and a few classmates appeared at the same restaurant. The guys yelled from across the dining area to join them. At first, we declined, then decided we had nothing to lose. The guy's jaws dropped as Pam sat, and their dates glared. Pam was polite and did nothing to indicate she was flirting. The girls were relieved when it was time to leave for the movie. Pam and I lingered at the table amused at what happened.

Christmas break was coming fast, so I asked about staying at her place. To my surprise, she said no as we were still dating. She confessed that if I did stay over, she and I might be tempted to have sex. I said that was fine with me and she reminded me in a rather forceful tone of our agreement. So, I booked a room at a motel in town until the dorms opened in January.

Our conversations became deeper and more personal as we dated. Pam shared some past relationships which went bad. I was seeing her as an attractive woman I was falling in love with.

Pam invited me over to celebrate New Year's Eve. She told me to bring nothing but my smiling face. I thought of showing up wearing only a long coat but decided she might not see the humor. By now, we were accustomed to my displaying an erection and one of her nipples poking through.

I arrived around 8:00. We sat close to each other, enjoying finger food and drinks. We watched a favorite DVD of hers, "When Harry Met Sally". When it was over, Pam topped off our wine glasses and brought in more food. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the comfort we had or both. Anyway, I asked a question which surprised both of us.

"Do women sound like that when having an orgasm?"

Pam took a sip then replied, "It depends on the woman. Some are like that, some are even louder, and some are quieter."

Pressing the question, I asked, "How close are you to sounding like Meg Ryan in that restaurant scene?"

Pam looked down for a moment then directly into my eyes and said, "Pretty close. It's been a while, but your father was quite impressive in bed in the early years of our marriage."

I put the glass on the food table in front of us, then set down her glass. I looked long and hard into her eyes then leaned forward and kissed her luscious lips. I felt a hand on my chest and heard "No". I vigorously massaged her left breast and nipple then straddled her lap. I ignored the second "No!" and the increased pressure of both hands against my ribs.

The next thing I remember was lying on the floor in great pain. I was covered in food and holding my groin.

Pam looked down declaring, "William, when a woman says 'No' you should listen or risk the consequences. Now go sit in the recliner while I clean up this mess!"

Between moans of pain, I crawled over to her recliner and sat in a fetal position holding my balls. The pain diminished as my humiliation grew. Pam gathered the remaining food then applied a damp cloth to the hardwood floor. Soon, there was no sign of her victory over my sexual advance.

"Do you want to talk about what happened or go home?" she asked in a flat voice.

"Talk", I said meekly. "Why did you kick me so hard?"

Pam put her index finger on her lips, tapped a few times while looking up to the ceiling, then replied, "Kissing me was a surprise and I wasn't ready for it. Frankly, I didn't trust either of us, so I said 'No'. Then you sat with your legs on either side of my lap and began squeezing my left boob hard. I pushed again, said 'No' and you wouldn't stop. So, a knee to your groin seemed the best way to get your attention. Understand?"

"No, I don't. That movie, along with our discussion about orgasms, I took as a sign you wanted sex. I thought women want men who take charge."

"William, there is a difference between being a 'take charge kind of guy' and being a jerk. When a woman says no, you should take her at her word. What you attempted to do was something out of countless movies and porn clips where the woman resists before finally succumbing to the man because he won't stop. Some women may enjoy that, but I am not one of them."

My crimson face told her I understood even if I wouldn't admit it.

"How is your groin?"

"The pain is going away. Want to kiss it and make it feel all better?"

Pam laughed so hard I thought she would pass out. I suppose my mischievous grin also helped lighten the mood. I began laughing. Finally, I sat upright in the recliner, took my hand away from my manliness, and declared I should probably go.

"Before you go", said Pam, "I want you to know something else from my past. Back in college, a few months before I began working for your father, I was on a date and the guy tried to kiss me. I told him no, but it did no good. He kept pressing and pressing for a kiss. He finally pinned me down....... tore off my skirt and panties.........."

"You don't need to go any further. I get the picture."

A relieved Pam dried her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then she said, "Later, I took some self-defense classes and learned how vulnerable men are between their legs, along with other tips and tricks. When you were on my lap, it brought back the memory of the rape, so I acted on instinct. Please know I do not hate you, William. I still want us to see each other. I do care for you very much. But I need you to respect my boundaries."

"Your statement about movies and porn clips is very accurate. And embarrassing. I will work on treating you with more respect. I would like to see you again. May I kiss your cheek?"

I stood while Pam walked toward me with open arms. Her hug felt so loving and reassuring. She whispered, "You may kiss me once on the lips if you like."

Our lips connected for a long minute. My tongue pushed gently but no opening was granted. We gasped a little when we detached. I put on my coat and walked out the door. She stood at the doorway waving goodbye as I drove back to the motel.

Despite my New Year's Eve blunder, we saw each other about three times a week. The more we shared our past and discussed our future, the more I knew she was my true love. We never went past kissing, which proved more and more difficult. But, like a two-person support group, we persevered.

Pam's online tutoring began and she was an immediate hit. Kids from all over the world were flocking to her website as word spread about "Tutor Pam".

MAY

Spring was in the air and our six-month anniversary was this coming Friday. On our Tuesday date at Keegans, I asked Pam if there was any special place she wanted to go for our upcoming anniversary.

"William, I hope I am not being too bold. For completing these six months of celibacy and sharing, I want to invite you to my place for the weekend. Bring some clothing and your toothbrush. I'll provide the rest."

"Wow, Pam! You have a deal. Should I bring any condoms?"

"Nope. I've been on the pill for some time, so we are good."

After dinner, we drove to her townhouse. Pam made some coffee while I sat on the couch thinking about the coming weekend. After handing me the steaming cup, Pam moved to her trusty recliner.

"You look concerned. What is bothering you?" she asked.

"After my last attempt to take the initiative went so badly, I would like to ask a few embarrassing questions."

"Such as?"

"I know that foreplay is important for sex to be enjoyable. What is the best foreplay for you?"

"What makes you embarrassed to ask such a question?"

"I don't know exactly. Maybe it's because I should instinctively know what feels good for you and what doesn't turn you on."

Pam composed her thoughts then said, "This is certainly a change from our New Year's Eve date. And that makes me very happy. For me, as for most women outside a porn movie, slow and gentle is the key. The man and I are kissing, then moving on to French kissing. Then, he gently caresses my entire breast followed by unbuttoning my blouse. Softly, his fingers touch all of my bra. He finishes with caressing the nipple. He helps me take off my blouse and bra. He kisses all of the breast ending with the nipple. After that, while one hand is continuing to stimulate my breast, the other hand is carefully enjoying my womanhood. Rubbing the vagina and g-spot; using the fluids to rub the clitoris; then his tongue on my clit while his fingers continue going in and out of my vagina. After I cannot stand any more oral climaxes, his penis enters me for one or more additional orgasms."

Never have I been on the verge of a climax like this. I was afraid to move for fear of semen gushing all over my boxers. Pam noticed the erection and grinned.

"Did you like the description?"

"Oh God, yes!" was all I could reply.

"Do you need the bathroom to relieve the pent-up sexual energy?"

"No. I think I am OK", as I concentrated on a vase of silk flowers across the room. The erection went down a few moments later.

"What is the ideal foreplay for you?" she asked.

After a deep breath I replied, "The woman and I are clothed. We are kissing, then French kissing. Her fingers caress my penis just going up and down with occasional squeezing and pressing. While I gently play with her breasts, she unzips my slacks and pulls them down to my knees. Then she carefully pulls down my underwear. We lay in bed. My dick is in her mouth. Her head goes up and down while her tongue swirls all over it. I hold back but the excitement is too much. My sperm fills her mouth, and she swallows all of it."

Pam blinked twice then asked, "Why do men think a woman wants a penis in her mouth?"

"I don't know. I just assumed women want this."

Pam's eyebrows furrowed.

"What would you think of manually stimulating you to a climax?"

Her slightly red face told me she was uncomfortable with this topic.

"I am fine with it, Pam. Honestly."

We switched to other topics after a long silence, such as what to serve over the weekend versus getting takeout. We took our mutual yawning as a sign it was time to wrap up the evening. We stood and I walked over. We kissed and then I left for the door. As our ritual played out, Pam stood at the door waving goodbye.

Wednesday and Thursday seemed like sixty-hour days. Friday was only 35 hours. When Pam answered the door, I handed her a bouquet of red roses.

"Oh, how sweet! Thank you, William."

She filled a white vase with water and rearranged them until the display looked like an FTD ad. Pam urged me to sit down while she gathered up dinner. The meal was broiled salmon with vegetable medley and wine. Afterward, I helped Pam with the dishes. Then we took our drinks to the living room and sat in our regular seats.

After an uncomfortable silence, Pam said, "A toast to completing our six-month dating goal."

We held our drinks up and then took a quick drink followed by more silence. I mustered the courage to ask Pam to sit next to me. She did and I put an arm around her shoulder.

"May I kiss you, Pam?"

"You may."

This kiss was charged with electricity. It quickly moved to French kissing. We moaned our approval. When we finished, I asked if I might touch her breasts. She guided my hand to her left breast. Even with her red blouse and bra, it was very soft. Remembering her earlier statement, I gently massaged the entire breast, saving the protruding nipple for last. Pam moaned in the most seductive voice. She pushed against my chest and stood up.

Taking my hand, she quietly said, "I am ready to share my bed with you, William. I think we have waited long enough."

I stood and kissed her luscious lips again as she led me by the hand. She began shedding her clothes. I followed rapidly dropping shoes, socks, slacks, shirt, and t-shirt. As my boxers landed on the floor, she was undoing the last button of her blouse. One piece of clothing was left on her gorgeous body. She unclasped the red bra.

"I hope you are ready for this. You are only the second man to see me after the surgery."

The bra fell. The left breast was perfectly normal. I saw a scar shaped like a grotesque smile where her right breast should be. Pam looked up. Her face went from pale and nervous to hurt and flushed. I didn't know what to say or do. Then tears started.

"Why are you just standing there staring? Am I that repulsive with only one breast?"

She put one arm over her chest, ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, then locked it. Her crying felt like a knife in my chest.

I followed and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Pam! I didn't know about any surgery. I am sorry for standing there frozen. I was simply surprised. Not repulsed."

She was quiet for a few moments.

"Your father never told you?"

"No."

The lock clicked. The door opened. She held a long white towel over her chest.

"Can we talk about this?" I asked.

Pam walked over to the bed and sat looking at her knees. I sat a respectable distance from her and fired off a quick question to Mom asking what to say or do next.

"So, what do you want to say to this hideously disfigured woman?"

I replied, "Nothing. I want to talk with the beautiful woman I love."

Her head shot up.

"Did you just say you love me?"

"Yes, I did. I really do love you."

She looked visibly relieved then whispered, "And I love you, William."

I asked her, "When did this happen?"

Pam looked away then took a deep breath saying, "You remember a few summers ago when you were in Texas visiting folks from your mom's side of the family? You were thirteen and so excited to be flying by yourself."

I nodded and smiled thinking of the many pleasant memories of that trip with my aunt, uncle, and cousins.

"A month before you left, I was doing my monthly self-exam and found a lump. Because my mom had breast cancer, I immediately made an appointment. A few days later, the doctor confirmed the lump was suspicious. Her recommendation was to remove it as soon as possible. The only good news was being told I didn't have the breast cancer gene. So, arrangements were made to have the surgery done after the Texas trip during your time at summer camp.

I thought it was going to be a lumpectomy but in that short time between diagnosis and surgery, the lump had grown. The surgeon opted for a total mastectomy when she got inside. While recovering at home, our neighbor, Mary Cook, checked on me daily. She wisely asked to take you on their family holiday to Maine so I would have more recovery time. Her son, Joel, was excited to have a buddy for the trip. That is why I dashed off the email to you explaining the change in plans with the Cooks picking you up from camp and not returning until the day before school began."

"And Mary never mentioned my surgery?" she asked.

"Nope."

Pam was lost in thought mulling over this possibility.

"Regardless", she continued, "while you were at camp for those few weeks, the recovery continued including follow ups. Then all I had to deal with were medicines, showering more carefully for a while, exercises, and following a schedule for lifting and driving. By the time you returned from Maine, I was on the way to a full recovery. It's been 5 years since the surgery and no sign of any cancer has appeared. I apologize for not telling you. When you came home so happy from this busy summer and hugged me so tight, I just couldn't bring myself to ruin the mood. A few weeks later, I mentioned to your dad about not telling you and he said he would take care of it. So, he never told you?"

"Nope."

"So, am I forgiven for staring at your mastectomy scar?" I timidly asked.

Pam's sunny smile appeared along with, "Yes, William. You are forgiven. And do you forgive me for never telling you about the surgery and flying off the handle just now?"

"Nothing to forgive", I replied with certainty.

"You probably have some questions. Would you like to talk about the surgery?"

I scooted over and kissed her. A long lingering kiss of care and passion. Then I added, "Only if you are. If you need more time to collect your thoughts, we can get dressed and circle back later."

Pam looked like she would cry.

"That is so mature and thoughtful, William. But I am ready to drop this towel now. What do you think about using these opening questions to explore our bodies together?"

"That is a wonderful idea."

Pam let the towel fall to her lap. She acted self-conscious at first as she looked down at her chest, then changed her position facing me. We readjusted and sat cross-legged facing each other. The towel covered her genitals while my hands covered mine. Pam set her hands down behind her and leaned back a little.

"What questions do you have?" she asked.

"Is there any feeling along the scar?"

"No." She was silent then asked, "Would you like to touch it?"

I gently ran my hand along the incision. The skin immediately on either side of the scar was also numb.

"How come you didn't get a fake boob?"

"I looked into reconstructive surgery and decided against it. As you so succinctly put it, all I would have was a fake boob. No feeling, no sensation, and a longer recovery time. For me, it just wasn't worth it."

I looked at the left breast.

"What are the do's and don'ts for your left breast?"

With a slight blush, Pam took my hand and placed it at the top of her chest near the shoulder.

"Like we discussed, I like it slow and gentle. I love it when the entire breast is touched, rubbed, or massaged. Save the nipple for last. Sucking on the nipple is VERY arousing and sometimes I orgasm just from the sucking stimulation. But I must warn you, William, no man has touched me since a week before I found the lump. So, I might climax fast."

"You and Dad haven't had sex since the mastectomy?"

She looked down.

"I think that is when he began searching for a new wife. An 18-year-old intern from a nearby high school appeared while I was recovering. She was working for a grade in her vocational class. She planned on getting a degree in Business Administration. While at junior college, she worked part time in the office, then became his Administrative Assistant. I tried talking with him about the surgery and how I was still a sexual being. He just brushed me aside saying sex would never be the same. This was quite a blow. I tried for a few months but got nowhere so I gave up.

One good thing from his confession was collecting a nice set of sex toys. They helped with the physical aspect of climaxing, but nothing can replace holding and being held by someone."

I asked her if she would like a hug. To my surprise, she declined saying there was time for that later.

"Touch me, please, William."

I followed her instructions. My gentle touching and rubbing of her breast made Pam sigh and moan. Her eyes closed as my hand got closer to her now erect teat.

"William", she said in a husky voice, "wet your fingers then put them on my nipple, close gently, and twist. One advantage to having small breasts is the nerves are more tightly packed so nipple play can be more intense."

I was rewarded with Pam taking gasps of air along with sounds of ecstasy.

Her head rolled back and forth as she implored, "Now suck that nipple, William. Suck it for all it's worth. Swirl your tongue around it."

Her sounds were louder as I eagerly complied. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her. I increased the sucking and swirling to maximum and was rewarded with hearing her pant and scream in sheer joy. There was a loud popping noise when she pushed my head away.

A heavily panting Pam declared, "My God! That was the most intense nipple orgasm ever!! Thank you."

We achieved another one just to be sure it wasn't a fluke.

I held her hand as she recovered from the climaxes. She patted the mattress and asked me to lie down beside her. My hands continued covering my erection and scrotum.

"William, if we are ever going to decide about being lovers, those hands need to be behind your head so I can enjoy all of you."

Reluctantly, my hands began moving. Pam took my wrists and gently put them on either side of my head. She looked at me from head to toe and smiled.

"Why would you want to hide such a beautiful organ?" she asked.

Before I could respond, she leaned in, and we kissed. As our tongues dueled her left hand massaged my chest while the right one slid slowly down to my very erect penis. Her sensuous lips began working on my neck and chest with particular attention to my nipples even though they had no feeling.

"What are the do's and don'ts for your flagpole?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"You are welcome to feel everything down there. Please be gentle with the testicles. I am so aroused it probably won't take much for me to erupt."

Her fingers delicately went up and down my erection. As her magic hand reached the top, she squeezed the glans then slowly descended. Those sensuous fingers rubbed the frenulum briefly then resumed the trek. My scrotum was examined, then her hand began slowly climbing up again.

"You have examined and squeezed this flagpole 5 times now. May I have some relief, please?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"You poor thing! I was so caught up in admiring your manhood, I forgot. I will fix that right now."

Her mouth engulfed my penis in one smooth motion. Pam swirled her tongue and bobbed her head up and down while vigorously sucking. My remaining self-control dissolved. I had a heavy climax. It happened so fast I didn't give her any warning. Pam sat up and used the towel to dry my penis.

Where is the sperm?"

She proudly pointed to her stomach.

I was on my elbows, and we kissed. The taste of my semen was a new sensation. Not good or bad; just different.

"I thought you didn't care for sucking off a guy."

"I decided to make an exception. I will not guarantee oral every time."

"Understood. Lay down and lift your hips up, please".

I put the towel under her hips, then lay between her legs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed with nothing around the labia and a small strip above her clitoris.

"Nice trim", I remarked. "What do I need to know about your pussy?"

"First off, that is not a pussy. That is my womanhood or my genitals. Second, the clitoris is almost as sensitive as my nipple. Third, and most important, I want you inside me immediately after the oral sex is completed."

I lay between her spread and bent legs. My fingers applied the fluids from her vagina to the clitoris. She released a long moan of pleasure. I gently licked her labia. Slowly. Then my tongue wrote the alphabet on her clitoris. One hand went up to her breast and repeated the nipple twisting and tugging. Fingers entered her vagina and began pumping. Her legs became a vice on my head. She bucked but I hung on. The reward was a loud orgasm. She eventually pushed my head away. I gave her a moment to catch her breath, then repeated the multiple stimulation and achieved a more intense result.

Before she could catch her breath, I scooted up and was kissing her lips then her nipple. She deftly guided me into her precious chamber. I moved slowly back and forth vigorously while sucking the extended nipple.

"Faster..... and don't stop!" was her response.

Soon, she experienced another orgasm then a second one before I climaxed. I stayed inside her enjoying the contractions. When I withdrew, we lay on our backs looking at each other. Pam rolled toward me and kissed me tenderly.

I wrapped my arms around her and whispered, "I love you Pam. You are so beautiful and so perfect. I want us to be together forever."

Pam searched my eyes like she was looking into my soul.

"I love you, William. You are one wonderful man. I want us to be together forever, also."

She kissed my cheek and headed for the bathroom. I followed suit after she returned to bed. We snuggled and sighed.

"I think it was good we waited six months before having sex. But, damn, William! If I had known you were this good in bed, I would have spent all my spare time trying to change Susan's mind!"

We laughed, hugged, and finally fell asleep knowing we had transitioned to a man and woman who loved each other despite an age gap.

Pam was asleep when I woke up. After a bathroom break, I slipped back into bed.

"Good morning."

"Good morning. How is the beautiful woman I love?"

She smiled saying, "What a perfect greeting."

We looked at each other and snuggled closer. Pam's head was on my shoulder. My arm was under her neck with my hand resting on her scar. She rested one of her hands on top of mine.

"I appreciate you not treating this like it is radioactive."

"I wish I could take all the credit. I asked Mom how best to treat you."

"What did she say?"

Mom said you are not a porcelain doll and not to be afraid of the scar.

Pam smiled and said, "Your mom is very wise."

We basked in each other's love until Pam said, "We need to talk about our future, William."

"This sounds serious. How about we have some breakfast first? My treat."

We enjoyed a delicious breakfast at IHOP. Starbucks was the next stop, then home. We sat on the couch facing each other. Pam took a long sip before speaking.

"I mentioned your mom and I wanted a houseful of kids. How do you feel about being a father?"

"I would love it, Pam. After I get the bachelor's, we can look at kids while I am in graduate school."

Pam bit her lower lip and took my hands.

"That's the challenge, William. I am 36 years old. By the time you graduate with a bachelor's degree, I will be 40. The risk of not having a successful first pregnancy goes up as I get older. I want to try sooner, if possible."

"I hadn't thought about that. That's partly your fault for looking so young and sexy", I replied hoping to lighten the discussion.

"I'm serious, William. Please know I still love you. But this is something I want us to be united about."

It was my turn to look at the floor, then up at Pam.

"Well, I want us to be married first so there is no rumor of a shotgun wedding. How about this? We get married in early June, so we will have the summer to prepare for the coming fall term. During the summer, we will focus on you getting pregnant, so the baby is born next spring.."

"That's a pretty ambitious plan. Are you sure you want to marry me?"

"Without a doubt. Are you sure about marrying me?"

"Definitely, William. Without a doubt."

"The biggest challenge will be income. I'll look into finding a job that, ideally, will let me work full-time in the summer, then part time when school starts. How much of the $8,000 a month from Dad have you saved?

"My expenses are about $3,000 a month so around $5,000 a month. The last time I checked, there was just over $25,000 in savings after obtaining the education certification."

"What happened to getting half of the profit from selling the house?"

"That is a good question. I will email your father and copy my attorney."

By Sunday evening, we enjoyed 3 more rounds of love making. The first was fast, but the other two were slow and affirming. Being inside Pam was almost a religious experience. In between sex, we simply hugged each other and said nothing. It was one of the most fulfilling weekends of my life.

The day wrapped up with us cuddling in bed and making plans. First, Pam emailed Dad and her attorney about the home equity payment with a "bcc" to me.

Her attorney's response arrived on Thursday.

"Dear Ms. Hargraves,

Per your recent email, I inquired with Mr. Hargraves' attorney and learned the house had a second mortgage. The surplus funds from the sale after the primary mortgage was paid off were applied to the second mortgage. Unfortunately, this was insufficient to pay off the second mortgage, so Mr. Hargraves used his private funds to pay off the second mortgage.

As a result, there is no surplus money available for you.

Please feel free to contact my office if you have any questions.

Sincerely,

James Hayek

Attorney at Law"

Pam forwarded me the email. I called her and heard her crying.

"Well, dear old dad has done it again, I see. Should I send him the email we talked about?"

"Might as well. I doubt much will come of it, but we should try", she said glumly.

"I will keep you posted. I want to come over but there is a big exam in my AI class tomorrow and I need to study."

"I understand. Sorry for sounding like such a downer. I wasn't aware of the second mortgage. We will talk on Friday evening. I love you."

"And I love you, Pam."

I emailed Dad explaining Pam and I would marry in June and live in her townhouse. Also, that she is certified and working as an online teacher. I will find a job working full time in the summer, then either part time in the fall or take fewer classes and graduate later. The email was composed and sent off with a "bcc" to Pam that evening. Frankly, I had little hope he would extend Pam's $8,000 a month stipend after we married. But, I figured he would continue my $1,500 a month support until I finished school. His response late Friday afternoon was short and sweet.

"Congratulations on getting married. I often wondered if you two had the hots for each other. Guess I was correct. Since you will be embarking as an adult married couple, all financial aid to both of you ends July 2nd. Consider that extra month as my wedding gift.

Best of luck,

Dad"

I was angry at the man for sounding so cynical. I called Pam and verified she saw Dad's response. She asked if I could come over. Fifteen minutes later, she stood at the door with red and puffed eyes. We hugged and went to the couch.

"I didn't think Dad would be this cold. It's almost like a punishment."

"I think it is, William. It's like he wanted me to be financially dependent on him for the rest of my life. Like I would never find another man."

"So, what do we do?" I asked.

"We figure out a Plan B. The most important part is deciding if we still want to be married."

"More than ever, I want to marry you, Pam. If for no other reason than to shove our love and eventual success in his face!"

"And I want to marry you. I don't think we should focus on your father because revenge is very draining. All your father did was respond to our upcoming wedding. This is our problem to figure out."

We sat in silence for a little while.

"Look, Pam, I know this is serious. But right now, I want to make love with you. We can work on this tomorrow and Sunday."

Her warm smile was like sunlight on a cloudy day.

"I was hoping you would say that. How about ordering some pizza and chicken wings? Enough to last us tonight and all Saturday."

"Sounds good."

"You phone in the order then join me in the shower."

She stood and walked in a provocative, sexy way, slowly discarding clothes. I pulled my laptop from the overnight bag and began placing an online order, which took three distracted attempts to get right because Pam left the bathroom door open. Since it was Friday evening, delivery would take about 45 minutes to an hour. Once I confirmed the order and time of delivery, I ran to the bathroom ungracefully shedding clothes.

The shower was amazing. We performed mutual manual sex and took turns with oral sex. After toweling off, there was traditional sex in the bed. Our cuddling was interrupted by the doorbell a few minutes later. I put on my boxers and slacks. I opened the door, hurriedly paid the delivery person, including a $20 cash tip, then went to the kitchen as Pam emerged in a sexy floor-length robe.

We filled our plates, poured some wine, put the remaining food in the fridge, and cuddled on the couch to watch movies on Netflix. By the end of the second movie, the empty plates and wine glasses were on the coffee table. Pam's head was on my lap. My hand rubbed her breast and tweaked the nipple. Pam untied the robe and pulled it open.

"No sense in you wearing out the fabric", she whispered as she reached to massage my growing penis.

"Excellent idea", I replied while loosening my jeans and pulling everything down to my ankles.

She scooted up and kissed my penis while I continued the nipple arousal.

"Are you up for some more love making?"

She looked up saying, "Would you mind if we went to bed and cuddled? The sex is fantastic, but more important is the idea of just being next to you, totally naked, and safe in the knowledge of being loved."

I softly flicked her nipple, causing her to flinch, then stood up. Pam stood. The robe was pushed aside at the shoulders. It pooled around her feet. We kissed. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I gently placed her on the bed, shed my clothes, and lay beside her. We cuddled and talked about our love for each other, then drifted off to sleep.

Saturday was a whirlwind. Between more sex, looking at student loans, filling out forms for summer school, and wedding plans, the time flew by. Late in the afternoon, we worked out a tentative budget based on me qualifying for Federal Student Loans.

"I think this is a good budget. Tight, but good", beamed Pam looking at the Excel spreadsheet.

"I agree."

Then I realized something.

"Where is the health insurance premium?"

Pam went over each entry.

"Oh shit!"

We did some frantic searching regarding the Affordable Care Act (aka Obama Care) and estimated the monthly premium for us would be around $800 to $900 a month for us. Adding a child would cost approximately $1,100 or $1,200 a month. With 2 children it could go up to $1,300 to $1,400 a month. Pam was about to cry.

"It looks like we put off a family until you graduate, William."

"Let's not give up so quickly. How about we take a walk to the park and clear our heads?"

We strode hand in hand and sat down at a picnic table near a playground.

Like a typical male, I was clueless what upset her, so I asked, "Why the crying?"

"I'm sorry William. Seeing the smiling children and their parents then thinking about our situation made me sad and envious. It's frustrating to want children and see the opportunity slip away."

I held her saying, "We will find a way."

She dried her tears and looked at me saying, "I know we will."

We left in silence. As we approached the driveway I asked, "What do you owe on your car?"

"Nothing. One of the few nice things your father did for me. Why?"

"Do we need both cars? You teach remotely, so there may not be as much of a need for two cars. If you need the car, take me to school and pick me up later."

Pam thought about this as we entered the townhouse.

"I think it might work. I only fill it twice a month, but the savings on gas, auto insurance, and maintenance would help pay for the health insurance."

We worked on a revised budget, cutting back on items like Netflix and other social media. A quick check of the nearby public library showed a huge selection of DVDs and CDs for those situations when we had free time. We would still drink wine but not as often. No soft drinks. We would go out for dinner twice a month. Coffee and tea were still essential items for us. Primary grocery shopping would be at Aldi's instead of Whole Foods. We also realized there were 5 different grocery stores within a mile of us. We signed up for each to receive email ads. Pam checked a couple of the sites that purchased cars, then checked the reviews before deciding on one. It was late Saturday when we finished a budget and laid out our next steps.

"I am surprised how well we work together. Like we have been married for years. I love this give and take as we figured out how to make classes, marriage, family, and studies work."

I replied, "We make a damn good team. How about a celebration at Vincent's?"

"You make the reservation while I freshen up", said Pam, walking rapidly to the bathroom.

The reservation was for an hour from now. The bathroom door was unlocked. I undressed then sneaked in and joined her in the shower.

"I was hoping you would come. How much time do we have?"

"Enough."

I kissed her already erect nipple while gently massaging her mons and rubbing her labia. My fingers entered the wet vagina then they rubbed her clitoris. She was on the verge of a climax when I stopped.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?"

"Just feeling ornery."

She playfully hit my right shoulder and said with a wry smile, "Well stop it. I want an orgasm. NOW!"

"Yes, ma'am."

I resumed the arousal and Pam experienced a climax. Then another one. She rubbed my penis but didn't bother to squeeze the glans. Soon sperm was all over her pelvis and legs. She turned around to clean herself in the shower. We toweled off, dressed, and made it to Vincent's just in time. Back at the townhouse, my plans were for another round or two of sex. We sat on the couch and cuddled. We were still on the couch when we woke up Sunday morning.

After a late breakfast, we got busy filling out the Student Loan applications. We discussed wedding plans and decided on a civil ceremony. Pam and I made up a list of people to invite for a celebration afterwards.

Evening approached and we were proud of our game plan. Pam moved closer to me and began delicately running her fingers up and down my inner thigh then pressing her palm against my zipper.

"Oh my!", she said in mock surprise. "There seems to be some swelling. Is everything OK?"

I responded by holding her breast, kneading the nipple, and saying, "You may be running a fever because you feel hot! I think you need a shower."

Pam grinned at our terrible foreplay dialog. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. While she started the water, I removed my clothing in record time. She took a little longer because of my repeated kisses.

"We will be the two cleanest people in the county thanks to all the shower sex", I declared after her orgasm.

"I guess that makes us closer to godliness", she replied in a shaky voice.

We toweled off each other and laid on the bed.

After a few moments Pam said, "I love how you don't seem bothered by my having only one breast."

I held her tight, kissed her cheek and said, "I didn't fall in love with just your breasts. I love all of you, Pam. And I always will. Of course, the amazing and relentless sex helps also."

"Looking past your navel it looks like you are up for some more relentless sex."

As she lay on her back, I began the never boring task of kissing lips, French kissing, and exploring a trail to her breast with my lips and tongue. One hand massaged her mons, labia, and clitoris. After the nipple orgasm, my other hand continued to massage her breast while I lay between her legs. My tongue slowly licked her womanhood from the bottom of the labia to the clitoris. Two fingers entered her vagina and began a rhythmic massage. I knew things were to her liking when her legs clamped onto my head. Two orgasms later, my head was released with her asking me to stop. I looked at her face. Her head nodded as I moved toward her lips. We kissed long and hard. I felt her arms around me. Then she guided my erection to her beautiful wet core.

"Don't hold back. I am still in a relentless sex mood."

I thrust hard and watched her head roll back. The moan was gratifying. Doing my best to maintain self-control and imitate a fast-moving piston simultaneously, Pam rapidly tweaked her nipple while the other hand massaged her clitoris. Our orgasms erupted within seconds of each other. We rolled on our sides, hugged each other tight, and kissed passionately. We kissed some more before sleep appeared while we held each other.

The pre-dawn Monday morning greeted us with rain, thunder, and lightning. Perfect weather for laying in bed and more relentless sex. Unfortunately, I had classes as finals week was fast approaching.

Wednesday finally allowed sunlight and with it, good news for Pam. She received two more new students. Her reputation as a great online teacher was growing.

I did more job hunting. The next day I landed a job with a local hardware store. The owner and his wife were experienced with college kids, so it was easy to plan a 40-hour work schedule for the summer with opportunity for overtime if I wanted to. They were willing to work with me on reduced hours during the school year.

We wed in June. We put off the reception until later. Our honeymoon was at Niagara Falls, then back to the hardware store for me while Pam resumed her online teaching and tutoring. Pam went off birth control a few weeks before we were married. Between her job, my wages at the hardware store, plus the student loans, we got by.

One day in mid-September, she hugged me, looked in my eyes and said, "Hi, Daddy." The following May she gave birth to our son, William Hargraves, Jr. A few years later, my graduation present was her going into labor just as I received my diploma. We rushed to the hospital where she gave birth to twin daughters, June and Sue (named after our mothers).

Pam continued teaching online and also brought in additional income with podcasts and YouTube videos on teaching online as well as transitioning from step-mom to a spouse. The response to this second topic was most gratifying and the number of subscribers was surprising.

After graduation, I was hired by an AI firm that helped pay for my Master's. The next 40 years were spent in a variety of AI jobs and positions. We stayed in town and eventually bought a house.

EPILOG

We have been married 50 years now. We have grandkids and a couple of great-grandkids. Pam has retired from teaching but stays in touch with many of her students and their families. There are still times we ask questions of Mom, which is a great comfort.

Pam is still spry and energetic. The week after our anniversary celebration, she met me in the living room wearing only a large red towel. Still a very sexy sight as my erection confirmed. I was told to wait until she called me from the bedroom.

When the siren call sounded, I was greeted by my naked wife covered with sliced fruit from her shaved mons to her breast. Sitting on the mastectomy scar was a tub of Cool Whip.

"You better help me eat this fast because it is cold!" she said with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, ma'am", I declared while undressing.

I lay next to her, took a sliced peach from her mons, dipped it in Cool Whip, rubbed it across her clitoris, took a bite, dipped it and rubbed again, took another bite, and rubbed a third time. It was a long and pleasant meal culminating in some wonderful sex with our natural organs and a few "enhancements" purchased over time.

The remaining topping was spread over her breast and clitoris, and devoured in a licking frenzy.

We cuddled in bed and declared our love for each other again.

As we were drifting off to sleep she said, "Who knew a mastectomy made such a handy serving tray for kinky sex?"

After enjoying a good laugh, we fell asleep holding hands.