MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 45 free porn video

CHAPTER 45: MISS STELLA PARSON

The next day I sat Helen down and made sure what I expected to happen with Kaycee’s training. I also gave Tim a bit of talking to in the bedroom as he was getting ready for work. I didn’t intend to start his day off badly but I believed we were very lucky last night when Kaycee was introduced to our sex play so soon. We have a process and plan that we have had extremely good success with in training dogs from Jackson to client dogs and boarding dogs for Bob. In the excitement of feeling Helen’s love and connection with the new dog, that process was thrown out the door along with any good reasoning.

Tim sat on the bed in mid-dressing, staring at his feet. I knew this man and there are times when even he, the man who loves us so much he would do virtually anything for us if he could, can become defensive when cornered. Moreover, I realized then that I had confronted him in a manner that was cornering. I had him trapped without giving him a chance for explanation or answering. I sat down next to him and put my arms around him and my head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Tim. That wasn’t fair. I know it was the excitement of the moment and Helen’s fever pitch emotions and you were feeding it with her attachment to the dog. It’s strange, isn’t it? Those two seem to connect at a level that most humans and dogs take some time of bonding and trust. I know this is silly, but it is almost as if those two in another life were connected, bound to each other. Maybe they were lovers before.” He looked at me with a funny look in his eyes. “I don’t know if I really believe prior lives, that we bring elements of with us as we move into a new reality. Nevertheless, it’s a feeling with them. The bonding was almost instantaneous. You would have had to see it, Tim. I’ve never seen anything like it before. From the moment she took his leash from Bob, Kaycee obeyed every command immediately and completely. When she went back to work after she accepted him as hers, he stayed right next to her at the desk.” He put his arms around me and kissed my head. I knew everything was good. “Even last night was beyond reason.” I looked up at him, “Did I mention I am sorry for my reaction just now?”

He lifted my chin and kissed my lips, “That came through loud and clear. Moreover, just so you know, I sat down and was quiet not because I was controlling a fight impulse. I realized how right you were. Involving an untrained, new a****l so soon was thoughtless. But you are also right that it seemed so right and powerful at the moment.” He hugged me and kissed me. “You might be right about them in some manner. It is uncanny how they have bonded so fast. What you didn’t see was the look in his eyes last night as he watched Helen and me. It was a look of devotion … or something. I don’t know … we put so much into the action of a****ls and I don’t know if it’s fair to them.”

I snuggled tighter, “I know what you mean. But when they continue to respond like they do, it’s hard to think of them as just a****ls.”

I walked him out to the front and he conceded to me, “Ultimately, you’re right about the training, though. We follow the process to the letter.”

Mom and Helen heard us returning to the front and we went out the front door as Tim went to the garage and backed his car out and turned it around. We walked close to the dirt road to wave to him as he left. We had just turned around when we heard a honk and tires gently sliding to a stop behind us. I turned around with one arm over my breasts and the other hand over my crotch. Mom and Helen took up a protection position behind me. But it was Harry in his pickup with Juli sitting next to him. We carefully walked over the gravel in our bare feet to edge of road the truck.

“Juli says we’re getting together for dinner and hearing about your fun in Key West.”

I leaned on the open window, my hands on his arm. “Good morning you two. You gave us a start.”

Juli leaned next to her brother, “If you didn’t go around naked so much it wouldn’t be a problem who drove by.”

Harry gave her thigh a very gentle slap, “Now don’t be discouraging these three”. Helen was still a little hesitant in front of any other men, but Harry was different. “So, what about this get-together?”

“Barb or I will give Juli a call and get it set up. Tim has some … well, very interesting pictures and some video he wants to share with you especially, Harry. That’s the way he put it, isn’t it ladies?” I looked over my shoulders and they both agreed. “Obviously, we want you to see them too, Juli, but you know Tim. He loves teasing Mom about another man seeing her.”

Both of them said they couldn’t wait.

We managed to get back to the grassy area and relaxed in our walk back to the house. I took Helen’s hand and she took Mom’s. “How are you with Harry, k**do? Are you going to be okay?”

“With Harry there and the play-time? Is that what you mean?”

She was being playful. “Yes, Harry and the sex play.” I looked past her to Mom and she winked at me.

“How do I feel about Harry? Let’s see … well, Harry is … well … he’s Harry. He’s like a really cool uncle. For that matter, Juli is like a really cool aunt. And … just as I have made love to this really cool aunt, I am really ready to make love to this really cool uncle. Of course, that’s if he’ll want me and it’s okay with you two.”

Mom snorted trying to stifle her laugh, “If he will want you?!? Dear, if the Pope saw you, even he would want you.”

I looked disapprovingly at my mother. I couldn’t believe she just said that. “Please, no Catholic priest jokes.”

Helen was shaking her head at me.

“What?”

“A Catholic priest joke? If I was a boy, maybe.”

My mouth dropped open and Mom had her hand to her mouth to stifle the laughs that she couldn’t control. I looked at Mom disapprovingly again, the second time in only moments, “You’re not helping here you know”.

With the arrival of Kaycee, Helen’s days became even more hectic. She still had school and the studying that went with it, assisting Dr. Anna, kennel duties, visits to Miss Stella and now working with Kaycee. Kaycee wasn’t in the least like work for her but it was time in her daily life. She was such a good and responsible k**. I marveled at that. With her background, how does she manage to be like this? Was I anywhere close to this responsible at her age? And I had what I thought was a good c***dhood and opportunities.

But she managed to stay on top of it. It did seem odd and even more amazing to us when she would excuse herself after dinner, changing into a tee shirt or tank top (yes, just a tee shirt or tank top), and move to one of the other rooms to prepare for a big test or assignment. As much as sex and play was such a part of life around the house and yard, she did well to manage her requirements and we learned to determine what her requirements and priorities were so we could support her in that. Sometimes, playtime would be postponed until bedtime so she could also participate.

Over that week after receiving Kaycee, Helen did everything by the book in terms of working with him to increase his comfort in contact and moving to the occasional contact with his sheath. There was no question in any of our minds of his devotion to her and complete comfort with her touches and presence or with her ability to maintain control over him in every way. He was no longer on a leash at any time. If we took him anywhere that might cause concern for other people, though, he would be put on a leash just like Cody or Jackson would.

The first time she took Kaycee to see Miss Stella, Helen drove over and kept him on a leash the entire time. Miss Stella was concerned initially for the a****ls but quickly realized there was no reason for concern. In her heart she knew she should just trust Helen but so many people interacted with her in a false and insincere way. Not that they cheated her. Pity the person who would try to. But they weren’t generally open and honest about their motives and purpose. She was an old woman was deferred to and endured, rather than recognized for her life experience. Helen was the latter.

Then Helen returned to her normal routine of dressing in her running outfit, only this time she took Kaycee off the leash. She carried it just in case but no longer saw the need to worry. I was still a little concerned because she would be on the county gravel road but she assured me she rarely saw a vehicle. “Besides, anyone I do see on the road always slow down and wave to me. I don’t know who they are, but they apparently have gotten used to seeing me. I honestly think they slow down to reduce the dust they put into the air. I’ll have plenty of time to make sure Kaycee is off to the side.”

Miss Stella wanted Helen to take her ot see the doctor. She was curious about sexual activity and Helen had insisted that she consult with her doctor before starting anything like that. The conversation with the doctor was interesting to say the least. Miss Stella insisted on Helen joining her in the examination with the doctor. The doctor, of course, objected but as Miss Stella knew would happen, it always did, and she got her way.

Miss Stella was on the examination table after blood pressure and heart murmur checks. Her feet were put into the stirrups and a ‘female’ examination was performed. The doctor looked up and announced, “Miss Stella, you are very dry. Are you able to even develop your own lubrication anymore?”

“Helen said they make lubricating product these day just for this reason.”

The doctor looked up at Helen, “Are you putting these thoughts in her head? She’s 90 years old for crying out loud.”

“Hey, it’s not me. She asked me questions and I answered them. I think it is cool that a 90 year old woman is still interested in her sexual life.”

“Young lady, being 90 years old is not a time to take chances with her health. Perhaps it would be better to just not offer unnecessary information that only encourages her to take chances.”

Helen stood up, put her hand on Miss Stella’s shoulder, and stroked it. “Doctor, I have to assume you are very good at what you do. The Stella Parson that I have come to know would not tolerate anything else. However, you are not acting like it right now. You are acting like so many other people who interact with old people. I admit that the way I was brought up and the family life I had, I didn’t get much exposure to an extended family. Not a grandmother and certainly not a great-grandmother. Heck, Miss Stella might be a great-great-grandmother for all I know. But, it seems that when people get to be as old as she is that people start treating them as if they are c***dren, again. It’s not right. It just isn’t right to be telling them what they can’t do, slowly taking away their freedom of choice and experience.”

“But older people have problems. If they get hurt, it can change what life they have remaining.”

“I believe you, doctor. I am not arguing with that. There are risks every day. When I go to Miss Stella’s and help with the horses, I could be kicked in the head and never be the same. Life is a risk. But, doctor, answer this one question for me: when they are restricted more and more in terms of what they are allowed to do physically, restrict the decisions they can make about finances, life choices, where they live, and where they go, what happens to their soul?”

The doctor looked at Helen, then to Miss Stella, finally dropping her head. “You ask hard questions, young lady, and you have very compelling arguments.” She pushed the stood back away from the older woman, “She can sit up now”. Helen assisted her out of the stirrups and to a sitting position. “By this young lady’s way of thinking, Miss Stella, I don’t have a reason for restricting you from engaging in sex. Otherwise, you are in the same health condition you were at your last examination.” They exchanged a knowing look between them and Miss Stella simply shook her head very slightly, but the doctor knew the intent. “I admire you, really, but please be careful. And use a lubricant to offset your lack of natural lubrication. I can’t believe I am talking about this to you.” She stood up and went to the cabinet. “Here are some sample products that are supposed to work well.”

Helen walked over to her and much to the doctor’s surprise was given a firm and encompassing hug. “Thank you doctor. We appreciate what you have done for her today.”

Miss Stella watched the doctor’s reaction as she continued dressing and laughed. The doctor looked over at her and Miss Stella just shrugged her shoulders, “That’s just the way she is. This girl has wonderful passion for life and freely expresses her joy and caring for those she believes deserves to receive it.” She was looking a little embarrassed, “Lucky for me, she thinks I belong in that group. It looks like you do, too.”

“Well this has certainly been an experience ladies. I will see you the next time, Miss Stella.” She had her hand on the doorknob but did not turn it. She turned and looked at Helen, “Your name sounds familiar, and I have been trying to place it. It might have just come to me. Last spring did two women take you to have an extensive medical examination? I am trying to remember the names, I have never met them, but they live next to Juli Adamly.”

“Michele and Barb Hawkins.”

“Yes! That’s it. So you are that Helen.”

“How do you know about that?”

“The doctor you saw is a very close friend of mine. After your examination and the results from x-rays and the rest, she called me to consult. Don’t worry; it was all very confidential. She was of the mind to contact the police. That even though you had just turned legal age at 18, the abuse occurred when you were a minor. I argued that if you weren’t going to support it, the case would die and you would only suffer more.”

Miss Stella was looking in shock from the doctor to Helen and back and forth. “What?!? What’s all this about abuse and examinations and the police?”

Helen looked to her with her soothing smile, “Later, we’ll talk about it going home.” She turned to the doctor and hugged her, again. “Sorry, but thank you. I’m kind of a huggy person. Something I’ve learned from my new family.”

“Are you still with the Hawkins?”

“Yes. Michele is my half-sister and we have formed that relationship for real as sisters. Her husband and her mother are wonderful. They have taken me in and accepted me as family. I have learned that love, receiving and giving, can be a powerful force in life.”

“I am honored to meet you, Helen Stillson. I don’t believe I have seen anyone have such impact over this woman. Are you in school?”

“Yes, ma’am, Vet Tech program at the Community College.”

“Well, I am sure that will be very gratifying. I can only imagine that you have a love for all living things. But …”

“But?”

“Sometime, maybe in the future, you might consider some work or assistance with people. I think you would be a wonderful advocate for the aged. You have passion, girl.”

On the way home, Helen started the story about her c***dhood and ending up at the Hawkins. Miss Stella insisted on stopping for coffee and pie. She insisted, her treat. Helen wasn’t excited about it; she worked so hard at achieving this athletic, hard body. But she committed to an extra hour chasing Kaycee to make up for it. She smiled, such a burden.

During the talking and sharing, she learned more about Miss Stella, too. Everyone calls her ‘Miss Stella’, in deference to her age and being a fixture of the area. She has lived in the area seemingly forever. Older residents, ranchers, and farmers have known her being involved and a part of life. She’s 90 years old and has learned to use that to her advantage. She knows that people are likely to give into her if she pushes. She also knows that more often than not people are apt to treat her as if she is somehow feeble and fragile.

But, she still owns and operates her small ranch property, mostly by herself, but that has been the reason for it slowly showing its age and disrepair. Something that Helen’s recent involvement has helped to slowly rectify. Harry Adamly’s much larger ranch surrounds her property. She has slowly, over many years, sold off pieces of the property for income and resources to keep what a****ls she could manage. She likes Harry and has for many years, quite possibly since he was a boy sent over by his parents to assist her and her husband occasionally when they could afford him being gone. He never seemed to resent it and was always very respectful, though quiet and shy. Because of that long relationship and that his property surrounded hers, Harry has been careful to be the only one to buy her land. Of course, she made sure that it worked out way, despite occasional family interference to solicit more potential buyers and possibly a better price. She wasn’t stupid, in spite of what her family might have thought. She knew a higher price might be possible but she also knew that Harry was offering a fair price for the land. In return, she was protected by his land and assisted by him and his workers when needed. She knew that for her, to continue living on the land independently, this was her best option. That was what was truly most important to her, not how much she could leave to ungrateful descendants.

She still has 3 horses, 1 male and 2 mares. She also a small number of cattle that was more nostalgic than productive. How could you call yourself a rancher if you didn’t have cattle? She knew, too, that it was becoming too much for her alone. She just didn’t really know what to do about it. She had always lived on the land that she worked. Her husband had died 15 years before and that had been hard. Even if she had wanted to sell the ranch at that time, she couldn’t. The last thing he had asked her, very nearly the last thing before he died, was that she not sell the ranch but definitely don’t let the family take over managing it. If it came to that, he asked her to sell it to Harry. He pleaded with her to ignore the k**s and family, instead to do what was best for the land. The k**s would sell it to a developer and change everything forever. She’s been living by herself ever since.

Her c***dren and grandc***dren are “citified” as she put it. They have no interest in the property or a****ls. They don’t know what it means to be a part of the land, to produce things from your labor, sweat, and love. As a result, she rarely sees them anymore, they provide no help, but they would take the ranch, divide it up, and make a lot of money if given the chance. She shook her head a lot talking about them. They have big homes, expensive cars, the k**s have all the games, and toys, the women have fine clothes, jewelry, and they fly all over on vacations. She doesn’t know how that happened.

“I used to think it was a mistake sending them off to college and seeing the big world. The first in our line to go to college. We were so proud; they did so well there, too. But they never really came back. Oh, sure, they came for visits and even for longer stays occasionally, but we could tell they were already gone. They just hadn’t left completely, yet. We didn’t want to admit it to ourselves. This is a hard life and the city is exciting.” She was quiet for a while and the coffee cups were filled, again. “But then I met you, Helen. That was when I knew it was just how people are different and not meant to be out here. So, maybe I don’t resent the young quite so much now like I did, but I still don’t want the land turned over to houses all neatly arranged over the hills. Is that selfish?”

“No, Miss Stella. This land still is your life; your soul is out in that land. Miss Stella, I hope I don’t offend you, but I have a difficult time with the concept of a divine being involved in our world, how could my life be allowed to happen if that were true? But, I am beginning to feel what the Native Americans felt about the land, a****ls, and nature in general. I am seeing the power and presence of love and human interaction in lives, especially my own. I guess what I am trying to say is … I can easily see you in that land, your life’s effort and love, that your horses and cattle are thriving where they are because you are that land and they are nourished by your life. And … in a similar way … I have been nourished and encouraged by the love and caring of my new family, like there is an invisible IV hooked up to me providing me with a constant source of antibodies fighting the bad that was injected into me my whole life, replacing the bad with new life.” Helen stopped and stared into the coffee, momentarily hypnotized by the thin wispy clouds on the surface of the hot liquid, too embarrassed now to look at the woman she had just spilled all that to. When she finally looked up, she saw a face so soft and at peace that it belied the normal rugged appearance that the ages of life in the sun and weather had etched into her.

Miss Stella reached across the table and took Helen’s hand. She stared at the old, wrinkled, weathered skin on her hand, some of the fingers crooked from abuse by hard work over the years. She compare that to the hand she was holding, smooth, with pretty nails painted carefully. Just then, Helen’s cell phone buzzed.

She took it out of her back pocket and looked, “Hi, mom.”

“Where are you? We were expecting you an hour ago. Is everything alright with Miss Stella?”

Helen checked the time on the phone and formed an ‘O’ with her mouth. “Sorry. Yes, everything is fine; her doctor says she is in fine health. She just wanted to treat me to coffee and pie and we started talking. I didn’t realize it was getting late. Is something happening?”

“No, I just got worried. It’s your fault, if you are going to think of me as your mother, I get to fuss over you like one.” They both laughed.

“I can live with that, trust me. If it’s all right, though, we’re not finished. You know, two girls sitting together solving the world’s problems.”

“Take your time. Will we see you for dinner?”

“Hmmm, I think so, but just in case plan on me not being there. That way I won’t mess up your plans.”

Helen closed out the call and looked at the phone. She played that phrase over in her head; I get to fuss over you. She liked that.

She looked up and Miss Stella was watching her intently. “Need to get back?”

“No. She said to take my time.”

“Have you had enough of me, c***d?”

“Nooooo … but maybe you’ve had enough of my craziness.”

“It’s not crazy. What you said … just before your phone rang … Helen, it was beautiful. I hope you always feel you can share with me your feelings. I feel strange about this in a way but it feels so right to share and be open with you. I hope you can feel the same way.”

Helen reached across and put her other hand over the Miss Stella’s that was still holding her hand. “I already do, Miss Stella. I trust you in my heart. I find myself sharing things with you that only a very select group of people who have proven themselves to me, my new family and Juli and Harry.”

“I think I am ready to go home, but I want to keep talking. I know this has taken some time but it is only just after noon. Do you have a little more time?”

The drive back was talkative and quiet. It started out talkative, continuing to share thoughts as they had in the coffee shop. Then, as they got closer to Miss Stella’s, she got very quiet. Helen looked over to her several times and decided she was working something out and she didn’t need to let the quiet become awkward. When they stopped in the yard, Miss Stella turned in the seat to face Helen.

“I want you to do something for me, if you are comfortable with it. I want you to call me ‘Stella’. I have thought about this. You are so completely different from everybody else, and, yes, in an absolutely good way. I would be honored to have you as the friend that only needs to use a first name. Can you do that for me?”

Helen smiled at her, a little embarrassed by the offer, though. “I … I’m the one that’s honored!” She reached across and enveloped the older woman, “Deeply honored. Yes, I can do that if that is what you like.”

Inside, they chatted on the front porch with iced tea. Helen moved to check on the horses, but she was stopped. Today they just rest. But it didn’t take too long before Stella brought up a new line of discussion that surprised Helen, but perhaps shouldn’t have after thinking about it.

“Remember last week when I insisted that you clean up here before going home? I got you to take a bath and we talked while you did?”

“I remember. And I remember that you didn’t just ‘talk’ to me. You helped wash me. I remember that part very distinctly.”

Stella giggled and seemed to blush but under the weathered, wrinkled skin of her face, it was difficult to tell. “Yes, I suppose you would.” She looked up to Helen and there was a smile that relaxed her. “How did you feel about that? I mean, after it happened, how did you feel about what happened?”

Helen thought for a moment, where was this going? Is she feeling bad about what she did? Just be honest, it has been what Stella has appreciated. “I … I’m not sure how … okay, honestly, at first I was nervous. Then I relaxed and let it happen. You looked so gentle and at peace while you were washing me, like it brought back a pleasant memory or feeling … or something. Afterward? I don’t know … I wasn’t upset … in fact, I felt very comfortable about it.” Helen thought about that and wondered if she should say more but what would she say? “Why do you ask? I hope you aren’t having regrets over that.”

“I have wondered if I should have done that. I just reached out and touched you. But I wanted to see you, how you looked naked. You are beautiful, c***d. You are so good to me and for me, but I don’t want to cause any problem between us. You’re just starting your adult life and I am … I am at the end of mine. When I am with you, you let me feel like that isn’t true.”

Helen looked at her startled by that declaration. Tears formed in her eyes and she rose and knelt at the woman’s side and hugged her. She pulled her head back and looked into the face of this new woman moving into her heart, showing her the tears that were streaking her cheeks. Stella used a finger to wipe the tears away and smiled at her much younger friend.

“Stella, I don’t believe you are close to the end at all. You can’t be, I just found you. I don’t want to talk about the future and where we will be or won’t be. Can we just live in the moment, today, what we are current active in? Nobody knows what the future holds for any of us. Can we do that? Is that too selfish?”

“No dear, it’s not selfish. In fact, it is very wise and smart. What should we do about the present, then?”

Helen looked at her, wiped her eyes and cheeks, and developed a big smile. “You’re going to think I’m naughty …”

Stella stroked her young friend’s face, “I think I am going to like living in the moment with you. Tell me.”

“Can we both fit in that bath?”

Stella beamed, “Let’s see”.

They did fit, but barely. Stella seemed a little embarrassed to be naked in front of the pretty younger woman with that wonderfully formed body. But Helen didn’t give her any reason to think that she noticed the difference. She got into the tub first and assisted Stella in so she was resting against Helen’s front. Once settled as well as they were going to be, Helen now was the one that moved the warm water up over the woman between her legs and in her arms. “Stella, do you mind if I touch you more?”

She simply took Helen’s hands and placed them on her sagging breasts. “Touching like this, you mean? Touch me wherever you want. I certainly took liberties with you without asking.”

They settled in and became quiet, a huge new step for these women, separated by enough years to fill a lifetime for most people. They felt at ease and comfortable, Helen moving warm water up onto Stella chest, over her breasts and each time she would gently fondle them. Before long, she was even gently playing with the nipples. They were generally quiet, Stella’s head back alongside Helen’s and resting on her shoulder. “Helen, can I ask you something personal?”

“We haven’t already been personal? Of course you can.”

“You’ve indicated that Michele, Barb, and Tim have all accepted you as part of them. Michele and you call each other sister even though you are half-sisters; Barb seems comfortable that you sometimes call her mom even though she isn’t at all; and Tim is, I don’t know, but there is something there you haven’t offered up to me, yet.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“You had a family and you are trying to forget that part of your life. You have wonderful people who you refer to as your ‘new family’ and half the time qualify that they aren’t really your family at all, it just feel like it. So, my question … and by the way, your hands on me feel really, really nice … my question is, why don’t you just stop the qualifications? Just call them your family.”

Helen pinched a nipple and Stella nearly jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I was just surprised. Are you okay?”

“Okay? Yes, I am okay. It’s not as if I am into pain, it just surprised me. I have to admit that it sent a jolt through me that … wasn’t unpleasant. It’s been a long time since I felt that. But don’t change the subject.”

“What you’re saying is that they are now my family. Period. No qualification for the uninformed. Who needs to know the difference, kind of approach?” If she had known she was going to say it, she would have stopped but her thinking was being verbalized in their current open relationship. “I have a sister who loves me, a woman who is comfortable being a mother who loves me, and a boyfriend who loves me.” Then it occurred to her what just came out. She tensed and waited, hoping against hope that Stella didn’t pick up that last part.

“Boyfriend? You still haven’t told me what is going on over there, have you?” Stella twisted part way to look at the young woman holding her breast while they shared the bathtub. “Don’t even tell me you don’t trust me. c***d, we’re sharing a bath, you’ve been playing with my breasts and nipples, stroking my stomach, and kissing my neck.”

Helen hugged her tightly and put a little more feeling into her touching of the breasts in her hands. “Oh, Stella, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. I trust you almost as much as my new … as my family. There, I said. ‘My family’, it feels good. You’re right, without the qualifications, it feels so much better and real. Thank you.” Another tight hug. “The truth is that I didn’t want to offend you. At least, I didn’t want to take the chance that it might offend you. We’ve just met, after all.”

But she did tell everything. It came out in a rush before she felt she could chicken out. She explained that Michele and Tim were married but that Barb then joined the marriage. That it was the two women married and each woman married to Tim. That she was girl friend to each of them, not just to Tim. At this point Stella took one of Helen’s hands and moved it down to her pussy. Helen was instantly intrigued. She tried not to move her fingers too much but this was the first pussy she was feeling that had hair. It was also looser than either Michele or Barb.

When she took a deep breath before proceeding, Stella asked while holding the hand at her pussy, “You mean there is more? There are no more people.”

Helen took another breath, but she had gone so far, already. “No more people … but … there are dogs.”

“Dog? You mean …” Stella pushed Helen’s finger more firmly between her legs and pushed on several fingers, clearly indicating her need. “Don’t make me speculate, dear, please just tell me.”

“Yes, the dogs. It started out as a playful thing between Tim, Michele and his dog. When they got married, they had a separate ceremony for only very close friends where Michele also committed herself wholly to the dog, never to refuse him. She’s been fucking dogs regularly ever since. Barb saw Michele and the dog and curiosity was all it took. After the divorce, she, Tim, and Michele committed themselves to each other. During the divorce process they discovered how much they loved each other, but not just as family, as individuals, as partners. It sounds like Barb would have been happy with just that commitment but Tim actually found a minister on an island that could marry them and make it legal. Not here, but at least there. Now they both have their dog mates and Tim. Now they have a business that finds and trains dogs for mating with women.”

“Wow.”

“Stella?”

“Oh … my god.”

“Say more, please. Are you disgusted with us? Are you offended? What are you feeling?”

“Relax, dear c***d. That is so hot, that is the term nowadays, right? So, that’s how three women live with one man and everyone is happy. Do you share the same bed, too?”

“Yes. It’s one of those huge things. I was sleeping by myself in the guest room until just this week.”

“So you’ve … done it with Tim?”

“Yes, just, he was my first.”

“And … the dogs?”

“No. Not yet. But I was just given my own dog, Kaycee. He needs to be trained. I’ll be starting that soon.”

“You? But you’ve never done it before with a dog.”

“I’ve obviously seen it hundreds of times and Michele and Barb will assist, but I want to be the one who he mates with for the first time. Is that weird?”

“No. But there is something you must do for me right now.”

“What?”

“Tell me more about the dogs mating with women … while you make me cum. Can you do that for an old woman? Is that sick?”

“You’re asking someone who is barely legal age and has sex with her entire family if something is sick? Yes, I can make you cum.” Her hand between Stella’s legs became very active. She parted the hair over the pussy, found the slit, and eased a finger inside. In the process, her hand pressed on the clitoris and the older woman bucked and moaned out loudly. Helen smiled and whispered in her ear, “And sometime when we aren’t in the tub and we have more room … I’ll show you how two women can make love”. Stella almost exploded right then but she bit her lip to control what was happening to her body, things she hadn’t felt in so long, things that she decided right then she would take into her own hands on occasion. Maybe more than on occasion.

Helen talked about the dogs, how wonderful their tongues feel on pussy and clit, on breasts and nipples. She talked about how the dog’s cock is shaped different, about the knot and why it forms. That the dog seed is trapped inside the bitch he is breeding. How being tied to the dog by the knot makes a woman feel like his bitch, his seed invading her womb. She explained what ‘tied’ meant, the stretching of the pussy to get the knot inside, the jackhammer motion of dogs fucking, the volume of seed he deposits. She talked about what she could remember being told, even though she hadn’t yet experienced most of it. And she timed the dialog with Stella’s impending orgasm. When it hit her, it seemed to truly rock her.

Helen helped her out of the tub, dried her, and put her to bed after being completely sure she was okay. It was still late afternoon but the experience was pronounced on the older woman. She kissed the woman on the forehead, paused, and then kissed her on the lips, gently, softly. When she didn’t resist, she gave Stella a passion filled kiss. She slipped a hand under the light cover and stoked each breast. “Rest here for just a little while, okay?”

Back home Mom and I were a little surprised to see her back for dinner. We were both already changed for Tim. She didn’t even hesitate, she ran to the guest room to change. We heard her run into the master bedroom where we had moved some of her things, especially the dress up outfits. Tim walked in before Helen returned. As we were kissing him, he slipping a feel to each of us, Helen entered the foyer.

“Sorry, Tim. It was a busy day.” She walked up, kissed him, and received the same feel that we had just received. “How was your day, though?”

“Like yours, apparently, busy.”

“I doubt it was the same busy.”

Mom interjected that the discussion of our busy days could wait until we were seated for dinner. It was hot and should be enjoyed hot. Mother knows best, I guess.

When dinner ended and cleanup began, Helen’s cell phone could be heard ringing. She picked it up as it ended. I asked who it was and she simply said, “Stella”. I thought, Stella? Is that Miss Stella or is there another Stella out there somewhere? Stella isn’t exactly a popular name right now for k**s.

She took her phone to the dinette table away from the cleanup area, “Stella? This is Helen. Is everything alright?” We couldn’t hear the other side, but Helen wasn’t being secretive about her responses.
“You’re not being silly. What’s on your mind?”
Helen chuckled, “No, don’t feel self-conscious, please. I feel fine about what happen.”
“Yes, it did feel good, didn’t it?”
“Well, for me it felt good to be with you and to help you when you asked.”
She then giggled, that almost innocent girl giggle we’ve heard before when she is slightly embarrassed but also very much enjoying the topic. “Yes, I remember saying that and I meant it. I enjoyed this afternoon, too. I hope you’ll allow it to happen again when the moment is right.”
“Yes, they are hearing this. All three of them are standing here wondering what this is about. How do you suggest I handle it?”
“Lie? I don’t know if I can do that. You know how mothers are, they can tell when there is a lie.”
“Yes, I agree. I think honesty is the best policy. By the way, was that phrase being used when you were a little girl back before cars?”
“Yes, ma’am, I can be something of a smartass.”
“Okay, I appreciate your concern and calling. You have a nice evening, too.”

We all stepped up to her; I took her by the arm and led her into the family room. Mom brought some wine and, very unlike Mom, left the cleanup unfinished. There we set her down to get our answers. She gave us a rundown of her day with Miss Stella and how she had insisted that Helen call her by Stella, instead. She gave a recap of the conversations, I was feeling very proud of this young woman for everything she was doing, and the connection she had created with this much older woman. Right up until my jaw dropped nearly to the floor and I quickly saw that Tim and Mom had reacted similarly.

I couldn’t help the question from being formed and expressed, “You were in the bath tub with her? And you gave her an orgasm? Helen, she’s 90 years old.”

“Yes, that was the reason for the doctor visit. She said she was curious, again. I insisted that she check with her doctor. The doctor argued for the same reason, she was 90 years old. I asked how good her heart was: good, excellent even. I asked if there was a physical reason for her not to experiment with sex or was it just social norms. She reluctantly conceded that there was no reason she shouldn’t but she would need to use a lubricant, which we stopped and got on the way home. I didn’t need any in the tub with the water.”

Mom was curious about the call just now. “So, why did she call now?”

“She was worried that I might be regretting what happened. She was concerned about me.”

“She wasn’t regretting it, though?”

Helen giggled. That same giggle she did while on the phone. “Oh no! We were in the tub, she was leaning against me and with all the talk about us and the dogs, and she just simply asked me to make her cum. As I started, feeling around her pussy through the hair, I made first contact with her clit and she flinched and moaned loudly. I whispered in her ear, like Tim does when he is heightening the mental aspect, that sometime when we aren’t crammed in a tub, when we have more room to move, I can show her how two women can make love.”

“And?”

“She wanted to know if I remembered saying that. Now, after today, she really wanted to experience that with me.”

I looked at her with kind of a smile on my face, “Helen …”

But she interrupted, “Are you upset? I really like her and I trust her. And she really likes me and trusts me. I know she is old and I know I am young. She made the same reference when she was just thinking about our friendship. My life was just beginning and hers was ending was the way she put it. I told her I didn’t think she should think about it that way, that if life was experienced in the moment, then the end was irrelevant. You can’t be reckless or careless about the moment but you shouldn’t be in fear either. The rest just happened.”

“You should have let me finish, dear. None of us are upset. And we don’t think you did anything wrong. Personally, I am proud of how you see past the obvious and see so much more in people and things. I’m glad she found you.”

* * * CHAPTER 46: A LONG DAY – MISS STELLA, KAYCEE, AND HARRY & JULI will follow * * * Thanks for reading.