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Chapter 5, Our Last Evening Ashore
When a woman learns she is with c***d, as the old expression goes, there are two potential thoughts that can pass through her mind.
One is the horror knowing she carries an unwanted “thing” in her body. Emotionally, the idea is so unsettling, she cannot bring herself to accept the life within her as a future person. No, it is simply a mass of foreign cells and can be removed if desired as easily as removing a wart.
For me, I wanted this c***d nearly as much as I wanted the father. I had been spared the morning sickness so common to other women and I looked forward to the next seven months.
I had been eating properly- lots of fresh vegetables, fruit, grilled chicken, fish, and an occasional good steak. I avoided a lot of alcohol, eliminated sodas preferring the benefit of drinking plenty of water. I was going to grow a healthy c***d in my nine months then feed our c***d as I did with my girls- with my breast milk. Chuck was open to our having more than one c***d based on my feelings and health. I promised him if I could not get pregnant, a woman in my family would take on that role.
So, with all those gathered around us, Chuck and I cut into a cake Jillian had ordered with the pregnancy test kit dividing it carefully into 10 pieces, one for each of us. Chuck sequestered four plates handing out the rest to the three gathered couples. He picked up one and called my mother closer then cut a piece on the plate with the fork and fed it to her before handing her the plate.
Next, he picked up a second plate beckoning Gina to him, cut a piece, and fed it to her. After he handed her the plate, he picked up two plates handing one to me. He quietly told me he loved me then, together, we cut a piece and fed each other.
That simple act meant so much to me.
For hours, we sat around a fire pit talking, telling jokes, swapping stories. Ten naked people. Ten happy, naked or mostly naked people. My favorite story was told by Chuck. It was an American Indian story about anger, love, and the strawberry. The strawberry’s tartness reminds us to be careful of our words. The sweetness reminds us of the sweetness of love.
Peter and Jillian reminded their guests that there was a late morning flight to be caught for Fiji. We stood, hugged and kissed the two departing couples good bye promising hospitality should they venture east toward us. They did the same for us.
Gina seemed pensive as they departed. She was coming off a sexual high. I understood.
Peter and Chuck secured the pads, repositioned the chairs, and made sure the fire pit was covered with a screen. We girls cleaned the kitchen. Mother went in to shower and go to bed.
Chuck and I soon followed leaving Gina with Jillian (whose lingerie was slipping out of place) and Peter.
I fell asleep, contently, in Chuck’s arms. I have no idea what Gina did.
A pregnant wife awoke around first light in the arms of her husband and stirred wiping the sleep from her eyes. I kissed him and said I was taking a shower and I would be right back.
I stepped into the middle portion of the bathroom and turned the water on to a nice temperature and was about to get in when I heard a noise behind me. Thinking it was Chuck, I said to come in and join me and stepped into the warm water. The body entered behind me. It was not Chuck.
I turned to find my mother there.
“I had the same idea,” she said. “Thanks for asking me. Is Don Carlos joining us.”
“No, he stayed in bed. I was going to shower and join him..”
“A question, mi querida, are you really happy you are carrying his c***d at your age?”
“In more ways than I can begin to tell you, why?”
“I want to see you happy, not hurt.”
“Why would I be hurt, how?” I was puzzled.
“Because you knew him such a short time and you have had so many other men.”
“Yes, I dated some, had sex with some.” She rolled her eyes as I washed myself. “Turn and I will wash your back. I knew him better than I knew the father of the girls, if that answers you.”
I soaped the wash cloth and washed my mother’s back beginning at her neck and down past her waist line. I added more water and soap and washed her butt and between her legs as she parted them in a signal to continue. I heard her moan softly. I asked if she would wash mine.
I asked her, “When did Gina come to bed?” I had turned to feel my back being washed. No wash cloth, by bare hands. It was as much a massage as it was a washing. It felt wonderful.
“I don’t know if she did. She was not there when I came to the bathroom.”
Her hands were washing my butt, slipping between my ass cheeks, rubbing my rectum. My knees felt rubbery. Her fingers parted my labia appearing to freshen it with the washing process and exciting me at the same time. “What are you doing after your shower.”
“Going in the bedroom to be with Chuck. Do you really like him?”
“I do. He is attentive to you. I notice he pitches in to help without being asked. He is guapo and a good lover. I am curious though, why do you think he did not finish in me when he had sex with me? I was left wanting.”
“He said sex with others was like foreplay before sex with me.”
Mother looked at me. “Exactly what does that mean?”
“When we were chatting online and emailing back and forth, we shared a lot about ourselves. He shared family photos, photos of his late wife, his grown c***dren, his attitudes, his beliefs. I told him about me as well.”
“Okay, but that does not answer me.”
“I told him I went crazy after my divorce. I told him I fell in love with a lesbian, fucked a lot of men, and was wild. He knows about you and I during the pandemic. He told me he was no saint, no celibate priest. In the process, I told him that I did not want to stop having sex.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me he did not want to change me. I would always be free to fuck as long as I was honest about it and included him. That was where the foreplay came from. He said he would use my expressions of my sexuality as foreplay. It was like going to a dance with him. I was free to dance all night with men and women but it would be him who was going to take me home at night. I could fuck men until my knees were weak but I would have his c***dren.”
“So, does that mean he will not cum in other women?”
“From what he said, he is very selective. I told him I want him happy and to know he could give other women his cum if he wanted to. His focus has been in being sure I got pregnant.”
“Stella, what would he have done if you did not get pregnant?”
I told mother as long as I was his wife, that would be okay. I added that I promised him that if I could not get pregnant, a woman in my family would bare a son for him.
“And who would that woman be?”
“We have not gotten that far!”
I finished drying and applied some lip moisturizer and walked naked to join Chuck waking him as I got in bed. Mother quietly walked in and asked to join us. Chuck motioned her to by patting the bed where she got in on the other side from me and beside him.
“I think you should have a Plan B,” she said.
Chuck lifted his eyebrows not understanding what she said in Spanish. So, I translated. He was still confused until I explained the conversation I had with my mother.
“But you are pregnant. Why do we need a Plan B?”
I translated so my mother understood since his remark was in English. She looked at him and said that she thought he was trained to have multiple backup plans putting the emphasis on the word multiple. I translated to English making the same emphasis.
“Yes, I always developed back up plans. What do you two have in mind?”
There was silence.
“I am too old to have your baby,” said mother after a bit. “But I want to help you practice.”
We heard a knock on the door. Jillian told us we needed to leave shortly for the airport for our three hour flight to Fiji.
Our conversation would have to continue later.
When a woman learns she is with c***d, as the old expression goes, there are two potential thoughts that can pass through her mind.
One is the horror knowing she carries an unwanted “thing” in her body. Emotionally, the idea is so unsettling, she cannot bring herself to accept the life within her as a future person. No, it is simply a mass of foreign cells and can be removed if desired as easily as removing a wart.
For me, I wanted this c***d nearly as much as I wanted the father. I had been spared the morning sickness so common to other women and I looked forward to the next seven months.
I had been eating properly- lots of fresh vegetables, fruit, grilled chicken, fish, and an occasional good steak. I avoided a lot of alcohol, eliminated sodas preferring the benefit of drinking plenty of water. I was going to grow a healthy c***d in my nine months then feed our c***d as I did with my girls- with my breast milk. Chuck was open to our having more than one c***d based on my feelings and health. I promised him if I could not get pregnant, a woman in my family would take on that role.
So, with all those gathered around us, Chuck and I cut into a cake Jillian had ordered with the pregnancy test kit dividing it carefully into 10 pieces, one for each of us. Chuck sequestered four plates handing out the rest to the three gathered couples. He picked up one and called my mother closer then cut a piece on the plate with the fork and fed it to her before handing her the plate.
Next, he picked up a second plate beckoning Gina to him, cut a piece, and fed it to her. After he handed her the plate, he picked up two plates handing one to me. He quietly told me he loved me then, together, we cut a piece and fed each other.
That simple act meant so much to me.
For hours, we sat around a fire pit talking, telling jokes, swapping stories. Ten naked people. Ten happy, naked or mostly naked people. My favorite story was told by Chuck. It was an American Indian story about anger, love, and the strawberry. The strawberry’s tartness reminds us to be careful of our words. The sweetness reminds us of the sweetness of love.
Peter and Jillian reminded their guests that there was a late morning flight to be caught for Fiji. We stood, hugged and kissed the two departing couples good bye promising hospitality should they venture east toward us. They did the same for us.
Gina seemed pensive as they departed. She was coming off a sexual high. I understood.
Peter and Chuck secured the pads, repositioned the chairs, and made sure the fire pit was covered with a screen. We girls cleaned the kitchen. Mother went in to shower and go to bed.
Chuck and I soon followed leaving Gina with Jillian (whose lingerie was slipping out of place) and Peter.
I fell asleep, contently, in Chuck’s arms. I have no idea what Gina did.
A pregnant wife awoke around first light in the arms of her husband and stirred wiping the sleep from her eyes. I kissed him and said I was taking a shower and I would be right back.
I stepped into the middle portion of the bathroom and turned the water on to a nice temperature and was about to get in when I heard a noise behind me. Thinking it was Chuck, I said to come in and join me and stepped into the warm water. The body entered behind me. It was not Chuck.
I turned to find my mother there.
“I had the same idea,” she said. “Thanks for asking me. Is Don Carlos joining us.”
“No, he stayed in bed. I was going to shower and join him..”
“A question, mi querida, are you really happy you are carrying his c***d at your age?”
“In more ways than I can begin to tell you, why?”
“I want to see you happy, not hurt.”
“Why would I be hurt, how?” I was puzzled.
“Because you knew him such a short time and you have had so many other men.”
“Yes, I dated some, had sex with some.” She rolled her eyes as I washed myself. “Turn and I will wash your back. I knew him better than I knew the father of the girls, if that answers you.”
I soaped the wash cloth and washed my mother’s back beginning at her neck and down past her waist line. I added more water and soap and washed her butt and between her legs as she parted them in a signal to continue. I heard her moan softly. I asked if she would wash mine.
I asked her, “When did Gina come to bed?” I had turned to feel my back being washed. No wash cloth, by bare hands. It was as much a massage as it was a washing. It felt wonderful.
“I don’t know if she did. She was not there when I came to the bathroom.”
Her hands were washing my butt, slipping between my ass cheeks, rubbing my rectum. My knees felt rubbery. Her fingers parted my labia appearing to freshen it with the washing process and exciting me at the same time. “What are you doing after your shower.”
“Going in the bedroom to be with Chuck. Do you really like him?”
“I do. He is attentive to you. I notice he pitches in to help without being asked. He is guapo and a good lover. I am curious though, why do you think he did not finish in me when he had sex with me? I was left wanting.”
“He said sex with others was like foreplay before sex with me.”
Mother looked at me. “Exactly what does that mean?”
“When we were chatting online and emailing back and forth, we shared a lot about ourselves. He shared family photos, photos of his late wife, his grown c***dren, his attitudes, his beliefs. I told him about me as well.”
“Okay, but that does not answer me.”
“I told him I went crazy after my divorce. I told him I fell in love with a lesbian, fucked a lot of men, and was wild. He knows about you and I during the pandemic. He told me he was no saint, no celibate priest. In the process, I told him that I did not want to stop having sex.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me he did not want to change me. I would always be free to fuck as long as I was honest about it and included him. That was where the foreplay came from. He said he would use my expressions of my sexuality as foreplay. It was like going to a dance with him. I was free to dance all night with men and women but it would be him who was going to take me home at night. I could fuck men until my knees were weak but I would have his c***dren.”
“So, does that mean he will not cum in other women?”
“From what he said, he is very selective. I told him I want him happy and to know he could give other women his cum if he wanted to. His focus has been in being sure I got pregnant.”
“Stella, what would he have done if you did not get pregnant?”
I told mother as long as I was his wife, that would be okay. I added that I promised him that if I could not get pregnant, a woman in my family would bare a son for him.
“And who would that woman be?”
“We have not gotten that far!”
I finished drying and applied some lip moisturizer and walked naked to join Chuck waking him as I got in bed. Mother quietly walked in and asked to join us. Chuck motioned her to by patting the bed where she got in on the other side from me and beside him.
“I think you should have a Plan B,” she said.
Chuck lifted his eyebrows not understanding what she said in Spanish. So, I translated. He was still confused until I explained the conversation I had with my mother.
“But you are pregnant. Why do we need a Plan B?”
I translated so my mother understood since his remark was in English. She looked at him and said that she thought he was trained to have multiple backup plans putting the emphasis on the word multiple. I translated to English making the same emphasis.
“Yes, I always developed back up plans. What do you two have in mind?”
There was silence.
“I am too old to have your baby,” said mother after a bit. “But I want to help you practice.”
We heard a knock on the door. Jillian told us we needed to leave shortly for the airport for our three hour flight to Fiji.
Our conversation would have to continue later.
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