FAMILY AFFAIRS

-PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

-TITLE: FAMILY AFFAIRS

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 01:

My mother died 2 weeks after I was born. The doctor who performed the cesarean cut something inside; she became septic and died before anyone realized what happened. The autopsy proved that the doctor had been negligent. Something about a 4 martini lunch 3 hours before surgery. Dad left the Corps a month later, it would have been his 23rd birthday.

Once the insurance company agreed with Dad, I had a college fund that let me go where I wanted. I just needed to make sure my grades matched the money potential.

Dad used some of the money as start-up capital and built a nice little business as a private defense contractor making body armor that would stop a Desert Eagle 50 caliber bullet for the Corps. We were financially ready for the rest of our lives.

We did very well for the rest, then when I was 22, dad found a new girlfriend. I was quite jealous of having to split his time after being just him and me for most of my teenage years, but once I met Amen, I loved her as much as Dad.

She was also 22 years old, 1m75, 46-47kg, long red hair, green eyes, a baccalaureate in A1. D cup if they were anything. After a wash, which I put on my to-do list, I found out it was 36DD.

Anyway, she grew up raising her two little sisters because her mom and dad died when her youngest sister was 10, so stepping into a prefabricated family didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, she and I hit it off from the start. We got along so well that 6 months after they got married, she came into my room one afternoon while I was doing my homework and asked me what I thought about her adopting me and becoming my real mother.

➖ME: But I'm quite tall.

➖AMEN: Yeah I know but I'm asking you this favor because of your father's categorical decision not to have another child or I want to feel like a mother, sometimes being called a mom would do me good

➖ME: But you're young enough to be called my mom. We are almost the same age

➖AMEN: Not nearly, we are the same age. I know. But it's a complaint, I want to feel like a mother and that's it. I understand your father's decision not to have another child and I don't see myself forcing things. please Lolo

➖ME: Anh ok okay. But you're daddy's wife so you're my mother even though we're the same age, I have to admit that. Or you want to make it legal. That's it ?

➖AMEN: Exactly.

➖ME: So do I have to do something?

➖AMEN: No, baby, either you or your dad give me the information and I'll take care of all the paperwork and the only thing that will change is that my name will be on your birth certificate as a mother.

➖ME: Ohhhh...

She must have noticed the disappointment.

➖AMEN: You don't want your real mother to be forgotten, do you?

➖ME: It's ok, I didn't know Charlotte anyway, it sounds mean, but I have no memory of her anyway.

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, and she reached out to hug me, so I hugged her too, nestled in her massive, soft, strawberry-scented neck. Oh my God.

After the adoption, things went like silk. Home was great, life was amazing, fantastic, and school was amazing. When I was 25, I knocked my dad down, rebuilding his motorcycle transmission. Courses have shifted from standard curriculum to advanced placement and college preparation. I graduated from high school 4 years early and started college soon after.

I didn't go to an influential University, but I didn't really need to, one of the best tech schools in the country was 80 km from my house, so I had to come and visit whenever I wanted, once I had obtained my license. Dad set me up with a used '65 Pontiac he found in a farmer's field somewhere down south. It took me a year and a half to get it the way I wanted it, but it was beautiful and the envy of almost everyone who saw it.

After college, I made the decision to follow Dad's example and entered the body. After base, it was discovered that I had some skill with a rifle. This combined with my mechanical mind, I was assigned to a sniper school and sent into combat on a scout/sniper team. Combat promotions and being loaned out to some spy and security agencies got me a rank of master sergeant when I left. It also gave me a lot of contacts and shared friends with Papa. It was a great way to get to know him and his life.

About a month after I came out of the body, I received a call one evening from Amen.

➖Lolo, you have to go home right away!

➖ME: Amen, what's going on?

➖AMEN: There was an accident, it's your father.

➖ME: One moment I'm here

We buried my father two weeks ago. The lawyers read the will to Amen and I were the only ones mentioned. He left a lot of money in Amen. A lot of money. Enough money to last him 4 lives. I didn't know dad had that much money. Everything else came to me, including the house and the properties. This didn't seem to surprise Amen. Of course, she was still pretty numb from it all. And dad left me an envelope containing DVDs, with the caveat that I watch them alone, and within 2 days of getting them.

We left and I brought Amen home. She didn't say a word the whole way. I pulled my little gym bag out of the trunk, a change of clothes because I hate monkey costumes and my night clothes. I still had a room here, but most of my stuff was in my own apartment. Once I got changed I walked out and Amen had cooked some breakfast and was at the dining room table.

➖ME: Amen, you didn't have to do that.

➖AMEN: I had something to do. You should eat. I will change clothes.

She got up and took about three steps when her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor before I could reach her. She was fine, but sat on the floor, tears flowing uncontrollably.

➖AMEN: Lolo, I feel so alone. As if I was wading and had no direction. I'm scared, more scared than I've been in a long, long time. With your father gone, I can't concentrate on anything.

➖ME: Everything will be fine, Amen. Everything will be alright; we just have to lean on each other until we can stand on our own. Even then, we'll have each other, I promise you.

I sat down beside her, took her in my arms and held her; the tears started to flow again, so I let her cry.

By the time I realized she had fallen asleep crying, it was dark. I tried to wake her, but it must have been the first real sleep she'd had since the accident. I picked her up and carried her to their room.

As I laid her down on the bed, I knew she would be pissed off if I left her in her pretty dress, so I took off her shoes, sat her down, and opened her dress. She practically slipped out of the dress, and there they were, those gorgeous breasts that I spent my teenage years trying to admire. I kept trying to steal little glimpses and sideways glances from her whenever she was near. Then the guilt afterwards, it was my mother after all.

Now, however, there they were in all their glory, squeezed into a bra to keep them in check. I took my eyes off and moved the dress from Amen's hips and down her legs, then noticed that she was wearing a garter and nylons with a very small, smooth thong, even by the standards of the thongs. Holy shit, she had six abs and tight muscles all over her body. Scary thing to say about your mom, but she was a fucking hot chick.

I did my best to stay on track, hung her dress in the closet where it belonged and put her shoes in their place. I shook my head; dad had imposed his will and order on everything and everyone in his house, including Amen. Once a Navy, always a Navy. Of course, the place still looked great and that was fine for her.

I turned around and went back to getting Amen ready for bed. I undid the garters and slid the nylons off her long beautiful legs, then I undid the garter belt. I tucked the covers under her and put her to bed, took her earrings and her watch, then released those wonderful tits. I bent down before pulling the covers over her and inhaled as much as I could. Shit, after all these years, it still smelled of fresh strawberries. I folded up her bra, tights, and garter and put them on the dresser; she could relax a little now and take care of them in the morning.

I went back to see Amen one last time before leaving. As I leaned down and kissed her forehead, her eyes flew open and she looked straight at me, almost pleading.

➖AMEN: Do you want to stay with me tonight?

➖ME: I was going to do it anyway Amen, so we can talk about it tomorrow.

➖AMEN: No, I mean here, with me. I don't want to be alone.

➖ME: Amen, I...

➖AMEN: Please, Lolo. I feel all shaken up inside, and I haven't slept in days, I could use some comfort. Of course I feel safe with you. I fell asleep on your lap on the living room floor. Please?

➖ME: Alright Amen, let me go change, and I'll be right back.

I put on my night clothes, just light shorts and a T-shirt, and went back to my parents' room. Amen was still in bed, but the far side had been folded down, not what I expected, I had planned to sleep on the covers. Luckily I put on my pajamas.

➖AMEN: Thank you for taking my dress and hanging it on me. It's dry clean only.

➖ME: No problem Amen.

As I turned and looked towards the dresser, her thong was there with the rest of her lingerie. Ouahhh!

I moved to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers.

➖AMEN: Thanks for that, Lolo.

➖ME: Don't worry, anything for you, you know it.

I turned and turned off the bed light. Then slid behind her on the other side of the bed, doing my best not to hug me too tightly, I knew what that was going to do to me for sure.

➖AMEN: You are a good man, Lolo. Your father was very proud of the man you have become, and so am I. I know he never told you that, and I'm sorry. It took this horrible tragedy for me to realize that I had to tell you too.

➖ME: Thanks for that Amen. Mom.

➖AMEN: You know, I think this is the first time you've called me "Mom" since we've been a family?

➖ME: You may be right, but you have always been Amen to me. If it makes you feel better, you were always introduced as my mother, and I always told people you were my mother even though it seemed funny to them. Like I told you when you adopted me, you're the only mother I've ever known, it's just that you've always been a cool, beautiful and mature friend in your decisions for me in addition to 'Being my mom, calling you mom never felt right. You are Amen.

She grabbed my hand and pulled my arm around her and held it between her breasts.

TO BE CONTINUED...