A Baby For Maeby - Part 3 free porn video

Saturday 4th January 2020

The traumatized teen searched his mind for an answer. For some crumb of comfort. And somehow, he found one!

Maeby! She will help. She will know what to do.

He dialed her number as he helped his mom out to his car.

“Hamilton, Wolff, and Lauder. Maeby Lewis speaking,” her sparkling voice answered after one ring. Richie realized he must have dialed her business number rather than her cell. He put the call on speaker as he was getting his mom’s seatbelt fastened.

“Maeby? It’s Richie, can we talk privately please?”

“Sure honey, I’m at the office but I’m the only one here... What kinky game do you have in mind today?” Maeby was having a long, boring day catching up on paperwork. She was looking forward to Richie relieving some of her tension,

“Nothing. It’s Mom. And Dad. It’s bad!” Richie was cranking the old Chevy. It was always a pain to get started from cold.

“What’s wrong baby?” Any hint of frivolity had left Maeby’s voice.

Finally, the old motor spluttered into life. It belched out white smoke as Richie over-revved it, in his anxiety to get away. He slammed the car into gear and screeched out onto the street.

“Maeby? Mom’s pregnant. She told Dad and he kicked her out of the house. He said he had a vasectomy three years ago and knew Mom was cheating. When I heard some of the horrible things he called her, I owned up. I told him I was the father and he kicked me out too. He even mentioned calling the cops.”

“Shittt!” Maeby hissed. “Where is Jess now?”

“Here in my car, with me. I’m heading to my dorm. I’ll try to get my roommate to stay away for a few days until we work out what to do.” Richie realized his mom had no clothes or toiletries with her. No possessions at all. Just the little white pregnancy test clutched in her left hand.

“Is she OK?” Maeby asked, worried.

“She’s kinda comatose from crying right now. I had to carry her to the car but she’s just staring straight ahead,” he replied. “Hey Mom, you OK? Can you hear me?” He shook her arm but she did not react. “She’s not responding to me Mae, I’m getting worried.”

“Get her to your dorm. It sounds like she’s in shock. Get her to bed, shut the curtains and try to get her to sleep. Don’t leave her alone for a second. I’ll be there as soon as I can to sort out more permanent accommodation for you both.

“Don’t worry Richie, it’s going to be OK. Dennis is mad, sure. But he made one crucial mistake. He told you about the vasectomy. There is only one reason a married man has a secret vasectomy. It's so that he can stick his dick into every single pussy he can find. I’m sure that Dennis has been cheating on Jess long before anything we did at Christmas. That’s crucial leverage for us.

“We’ll find a way out of this baby. For now, just stay with Jess. Grab some drive-through food you can reheat later. Keep your phone with you. I’ll call you tonight. Bye my love. Don’t worry, this will all work out. I’ll be with you soon.” She hung up and Richie made a left towards KFC.

Maeby’s voice had changed as she spoke. From sexy plaything to concerned aunt and sister. Then she'd become the diamond-hard, uber-bitch lawyer. Strong and clear-headed. That’s who they needed right now. Richie felt better already.

In the drive-thru queue, he texted his aunt,

[R] I love you so much. Thank you for helping us, I was losing my mind. Call me later

Don’t worry darling, this will all work out for the best. Love you too

He called his roommate Doug and asked when he was coming back to their dorm room.

“I’m already here man, airing out the room. Washing the sheets and stuff,” Doug said.

“Dude, I need you out of there for a couple of nights. I’ve got an emergency!” Richie said, panic rising.

“What sort of fucking emergency? You have a bad burrito? Need me to call the EPA about air pollution?” Doug always laughed at his own jokes, whether they were funny or not.

Richie wondered what the hell he could say. Then he smiled and came up with the one thing he knew Doug would never expect of him,

“No, you spaz! It’s a pussy emergency. I’ve got an uber-hot cougar MILF in my car and she’s mine until I run out of cum. Come on Doug, I need the room for this. You’ve gotta help me out. I’ll do your laundry for a month. This is the chance of a lifetime dude. Do me a solid, please?”

“Well, that’s different. If you’re finally going to lose your virginity, I guess I could make an exception. If she exists and it’s a very big if in my book, I’ll make myself scarce. When will you be here?” Doug asked.

“Ten minutes, she’s a little bit drunk so I’ll need your help to get her up to the room. Meet me outside. Car park B. And thanks man, this means a lot.” Richie was genuinely grateful. If Doug had brushed him off, he didn’t know what he would have done.

Armed with a mega bucket of chicken, fries, and some soft drinks he hit the road again. He headed towards his freshman dorm at Arizona State University.

Doug was waiting as Richie’s old Lumina wheezed to a halt in Car Park B. at Taylor Place.

“Don’t say anything, Mom. Just play dumb for a minute or two. Then we’ll be safe in my room,” Richie whispered to her as he undid her seatbelt.

Doug seemed impressed. Luckily Richie had never shown him a picture of his mom. “Nice,” Doug said. “Good call on getting her drunk. She’ll not notice your pencil dick that way!”

“She’ll not notice me punching you in the face either, shithead! Now help me get her inside and upstairs,” Richie hissed.

They draped Jessica’s arms around their shoulders and headed for the back entrance. They weren’t near an elevator this way but it was only two flights of stairs and there was no one around. Pretty soon they were outside room 317. Doug unlocked the door and pushed it open. Richie’s bed was freshly made and the boys set Jessica on it.

Doug stood there staring at her as she slumped back in the bed, barely registering their presence at all.

“You sure she’s drunk? You haven’t gone psycho and ‘roofied’ her or something?” he asked.

“No, you dick! We were partying at her place but her fuckin’ husband came home early! So, we had to book. Look man thanks for helping but you’ve gotta go. Right now, please!” Richie beseeched his friend. His voice was rising both in pitch and volume.

“I just need to get a picture. For the 'gram you know,” Doug said, fishing out his phone.

“Like fuck you do!” Richie shouted. “Get the hell outta here before I really do punch you on the nose!” With that, he half shoved the other boy out of the door. As an afterthought, he shouted, “I’ll call you in a day or two when we’re done.” Finally, he slammed and locked the door behind him, sliding the security chain into place.

Turning he looked at his mother. She hadn't moved from where they'd left her. She was half-collapsed against the wall, eyes staring into space. Richie knelt beside her and began to remove her clothes.

“Come on Mom, let’s get you into bed. A good sleep is just what you need. I’ve spoken to Maeby and she’s going to help us. She’ll know what to do. Everything will be just fine, you'll see. Now, arms up.” He’d removed her jeans and sweatshirt top, leaving her in a sports bra and cotton panties. She’d been barefoot! He hadn’t even noticed.

Fuck we really did leave in a hurry!

He levered up the edge of the bedclothes and got her in under them. As he moved to tuck her in, she clutched his hand like a frightened child.

“Stay,” she whispered, the only word she’d spoken in the last hour. Richie stripped off his shorts and T-shirt and slipped naked into the twin XL bed, with his mom.

He spooned in behind her, one arm under her head the other around her belly, pulling her tight to him.

“It’s been an awful day Mom, let’s get some rest then we’ll have some dinner later,” he crooned.

FUCK!

The bucket of greasy chicken was still out in the car! He leaped up, threw on his shirt and shorts, and stuck his feet into his sneakers. “I’ll be back in two minutes mom. Just going to the car,” he called. Jessica didn’t seem to even notice.

Richie ran out of the room towards the parking bay. He made it to his car unseen and was on his way back when he met two of his neighbors, Steve and Terry.

“Hey loser,” Terry called, “what will Coach Turner say about the KFC? You on the seafood diet?”

“Yeah, if he sees food, he eats it!” laughed Steve. Richie didn’t have time for these two asshats.

“No, Coach Turner trusts me. He’s a decent human being, unlike you two douchebags!” Richie spat as he ran past and back into 317. He put the chicken and drinks into the small refrigerator that he and Doug shared. Then he stripped completely once more and jumped back into bed. Jess hadn’t moved, but she was crying again.

This time, he pulled her half onto his body so she had an arm and a leg draped over him. He had his own arms around her chest and raised her up so her face was buried in his neck. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back, whispering and crooning all the time. He almost wished he could remember a soothing lullaby to send her off to sleep.

Eventually, her body relaxed and she began to snore which allowed Richie to settle down too. He was dreadfully tired. The stress of the afternoon had taken its toll and he welcomed followed the darkness and peace of sleep.

~~~~

Richie was awakened by the insistent buzzing of his phone on the desk. He leaned over and grabbed it - Dad!

Well, they would have to talk eventually, so he decided to answer it.

“Richie, I was worried. I’ve called ten times. Where are you?” Dennis sounded anxious.

“We’re safe Dad, together. We’re OK.” Richie was cagey. His father had been half-crazed with rage at the house. He didn’t want him to know where they were. While thinking of that he switched to speakerphone. He also worked through the menus and turned off the Friend Finder function. He didn’t think Dennis would remember about it, but best not take any chances.

“I’m sorry I went off the deep end like that this morning, especially with you. We need to work this out,” Dennis replied.

“No Dad, we don’t,” Richie responded. His blood was up. He decided that he was going to speak the truth. Be forthright, whatever the cost. “In those few seconds, Mom and I finally saw the real you. There’s no working that out. You scared me, and you terrified her! I never thought I’d say this but I don’t even want to work it out. I never knew what lurked under your mask. Behind the Dennis ‘Super-Seller’ MacFarlane facade. Now I do, and I don’t like it. Don’t call either of us again. Aunt Maeby is our lawyer now. Any communication should come through her.”

“Yeah, the fuckin’ bitch called me already... I mean, Maeby called me. She was pretty steamed. She’s coming here, to Phoenix. She’s joining a big firm downtown. My lawyer has an office above Chen’s Chinese laundry, over on Holland Avenue. Fuck!” Dennis seemed disjointed. Richie wondered if he’d been drinking.

“Yes, Maeby is a world-renowned legal shark. Your guy better have his big boy pants on for this one. I hope for your sake she leaves you with more than a pair of socks after this is all over.

“The vasectomy Dad, why did you do it? How could you cheat on Mom, she’s perfect?”

“What do you mean, cheat? I never cheated. Your cunt of a mother is the one that cheated! It’s incest too. That’s illegal you know son. You two could go to jail,” Dennis was becoming frantic.

“If that’s the route you want to take then so be it. But if Maeby subpoenas your assistant, your travel records, I don’t know... If she sends investigators to Florida. To Seattle. To all the other places you’ve visited. Do you think the girls there will lie for you? Perjure themselves for you?

“Mom was trying to save your marriage. She knew she’d almost lost you. She hoped a baby might bring you back to her, give you both a common goal, a reason to still be married. What did you ever do? Spend half the year away doing god knows what? Screwing god knows who? Oh sure, you sent back money... Do you even know what Mom spent it on? Do you?

“Absolutely fuck all is what! She saved every goddamned penny. She and I invested it so that you could retire early. Why do you think I took those business courses in school? I’m an art major for fuck’s sake! It was to help you! To help our family have a better life.

“And you didn’t even care. You just needed whatever sloppy pussy you could find. You wanted a grubby caricature of sex. Cheap and tacky. When you had a Rembrandt waiting for you at home. I pity you, Dad, you could have had it all. Now I don’t think you’re going to have anything.

“Maeby will call you. We won’t. Goodbye.”

Richie hung up before his father could speak again.

His hand was shaking as he set the phone down. He was breathing hard as he lay back down on his pillow, staring at the ceiling.

Wow, that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done!

“Where have you been all my life, Mr. Tough Guy?” Jessica asked in a clear, calm voice from the bed beside him. Richie jumped, startled.

“I don’t think ‘Dirty Dennis’ has ever been spoken to like that in his life. I bet he peed his pants a little bit. I know I did!” Her sexy laugh tinkled right beside his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his sensitive neck.

Richie turned towards her and she slithered on top of him like a panther. Jessica continued, her voice smoldering. “You sounded very sexy putting him in his place like that. A girl could get very turned on by a man capable of doing things like that. Especially when his big hard cock is poking her between the legs!”

“What about a sexy mom? Could she get turned on like that? Could she climb on top of her little boy and slip his peepee inside her? Could that ever happen?” Richie asked, enjoying this silly game.

And then it was happening. Jessica had pulled her cotton panties to the side and let her hot, wet pussy devour her son’s dick. She rode him like a prize stallion. Sitting up straight and shedding the bedclothes. Stretching her matronly body like a hibernating bear waking up in spring.

Richie just held on. He knew when he was outmatched. He was a mere passenger now. An ecstatic, horny passenger to be fair, but he knew he was just along for the ride. Her breasts were locked away within the tight sports bra. But that allowed him to take the road less traveled. He ran his hands over her thighs and bottom. He traced his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin of her ribs. He felt the toned muscles and bones of her back move and stretch as she screwed herself onto him. He explored her magnificent body and came to a stunning realization. She wasn’t a Rembrandt after all. She was a fucking Michelangelo!

His mother dropped her hands down on each side of his face, her long, loose hair falling around his head. He was cocooned inside the little bubble it made above his face. All he could see were her flashing eyes and her hungry lips. Lips that were descending fast towards his own. His tortured balls cried for mercy as their lips met. It wasn’t fair. A perfect pussy, a perfect body, and now a perfect kiss. How could he be expected to hold out under this pressure?

He wasn’t of course. He couldn’t. He didn’t. He released his essence into her delectable body. He gave her the one true gift he still could, his love, his devotion. She accepted it gratefully, crouching down to ensure he could worm his way as far inside her as possible. She spoke softly, the tip of her nose touching his:

“Richie, baby. I thought this morning that my life had ended. All I could see in my future was jail, fear, and separation. From you, from Maeby, from our baby. My brain shut down. I couldn’t cope with the terror of it all because it was my fault. It was my stupid plan and now I had ruined our lives. Yours, mine, our baby’s and even your father’s.

“But you stood tall. Under the most intense pressure and stress imaginable. You kept your head. You made decisions, good decisions. You did the right things. You looked after me, you saved me. There’s a very primitive part of me that is linked to you now. It always was, because you’re my son, my baby boy. But you’re linked to me now as a man, as my man. The father of my child, my protector, my savior.

“I shall do anything for you Richard MacFarlane, whatever you ask or demand of me. For as long as I live.”

“Sweet Mom, could you start by rolling off me please? You’re crushing my left nut!” Richie groaned, a huge smile creasing his face.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, let me kiss it better!” Jessica exclaimed, twisting her body so she could do just that.

“Hey, come here,” Richie said, pulling her back towards him. “It’s fine. I’ve had far worse falling asleep on the couch by myself! I want you here, holding me, talking with me. That’s all I need.”

She snuggled in beside him, whispering her apologies. Trying desperately to explain how much she loved him. How much she needed him. They held each other, whispering together about their new life and where it might lead. Talking about the future, about their new little family. Not once did she think of Dennis or the tawdry existence she’d left behind. Her new life began that day, she would only ever look forward from then on.

~~~~

That evening Richie had gone to the shared kitchen on his floor and heated up half of the chicken and fries in the oven. Jess and he had enjoyed the oily, crunchy food. They were ravenous, neither had eaten since breakfast.

“I just remembered something,” Jessica said. “When Dennis was talking about Maeby, he said she was moving to a firm here in Phoenix! Did you know anything about that?”

“Yeah, it was sorta, kinda my idea Mom,” Richie admitted. “She hadn’t made any firm decisions when we left after Christmas. But I’d made her see that she held all the cards. That she could call the shots. Any time we’ve talked on the phone since has been more about well, you know...”

“What do I know? That my slutty little Sis is trying to steal my baby daddy? That blonde bimbo doesn’t stand a chance. You’re putty in my hands baby, aren’t you?” Jessica replied in her cute little, mommy voice. Richie found it a massive turn-on.

“It hope it didn’t feel like putty this afternoon,” he grumbled. “And anyway, she’s already admitted she’s my girlfriend. She looooves me,” he said.

“I’m only kidding baby,” Jess laughed, tweaking his nose. “She talked to me as much as you this week. She told me all about your pre-Christmas adventures. Truth or dare indeed and while she was in a meeting too. I wish I could be in a meeting, with you rooting around under my desk. That would be fun.”

Richie washed their plates and glasses in the little sink in the room. Looking over his shoulder at his mother he told her to strip.

“Ooh, I’m too full baby, maybe later,” she protested, ripping a huge belch right after. She looked so startled that Richie dissolved into laughter. Splashing the dishwater on his shirt. His mom had never done anything like that before!

“No, it’s not for that! I want to wash our clothes. I have all my stuff in the car but I don’t want to unpack. Maeby said she would arrange somewhere for us to stay. I can’t be apart from you now and we can’t stay here much longer. I think there’s an old football jersey in the bottom drawer, it should be long enough to cover your modesty.

Jessica hunted around before pulling out a maroon and gold Sun Devils top. She calmly undressed. Making sure Richie got a good look at her bobbling boobs before covering them up again with the shirt. The name Daniels was emblazoned across the back. Richie had found a pair of shorts and a faded Rush T-shirt in another drawer. He thought it must have been his dad’s. The shirt showed a woman striding out over the remains of a hurricane hit town. She looked exactly like his mom, even down to her white cotton panties.

“Hmm, Permanent Waves,” Jessica said, “We certainly caused a few of those today!”

“Come on,” Richie said, gathering up their soiled clothes. “Our washing machine is the most popular one in this wing. Let’s go before someone else starts using it.”

He ushered her out the door and they scampered along the corridor to the laundry room. Jess couldn’t believe how many of her own college memories came flooding back. Sneaking about with a sexy boy, it was too delicious.

The machine was free and Richie dumped their clothes in. He ran his student ID card over a scanner and the machine came to life. He popped in a Tide pod and chose a short, cool cycle.

“What’s so special about this machine, why is it popular? It looks fucking ancient!” Jessica asked.

“Because it’s got a comfy seat, right... here,” Richie said. He lifted her easily and set her on the front left corner of the machine’s flat top. In that position, he was able to sidle up between her thighs. This made for a very enjoyable twenty-minute necking session. A redheaded girl came in halfway through, grunting the word “Fuck!” before apologizing and backing out.

The machine rumbled through its cycle and Richie kept her busy. Jessica belatedly began to realize why the girl had been unhappy. Why this machine was so popular. It was slightly out of balance. Its rhythmic movements caused the front left corner to lurch up and down steadily. Right where she was sitting! It was pleasant but hardly mind-blowing.

Then Richie helped her down onto the ground and spun her around. He pushed her firmly against the washer so that the inside of her left leg was against the side of the machine. Suddenly he hooked her right knee with his left arm and raised it up onto the top of the machine. He held her firmly, pushing his crotch hard against her bum. She squeaked a small protest. This position was like something out of a naughty magazine!

Jessica finally realized what was happening as the washer began making different noises. It was starting the spin cycle. Her pussy was resting right on the corner of the device. As the drum began to spin faster the size and frequency of the machine’s vibrations increased. Jessica was feeling them right on her taut clitoris. Richie held her from behind. He ensured that her clit stayed mashed against the machine. In constant, vibrating contact with the washer’s surface.

Her son was grinding on her ass now. She was naked under the shirt. As the machine approached maximum speed its vibrations were stimulating her little bud. It was like nothing Jessica had ever felt before. She was moaning now, alternating between them and high-pitched little squeals of joy. The same red-haired girl was back. She stared in fascination as the older woman had three earth-shattering orgasms in a row. All the while the gorgeous MILF stayed plastered to the front of the shitty old washing machine. The handsome boy stayed right there with her. It was clear that he had done this with other girls before.

Finally, it slowed and stopped. A loud beep indicated it was time to get off the ride. Another contestant was ready for her turn. As Jess wobbled aside on shaky legs, Richie got their clothes out and put them in a dryer.

“I hope you have plenty of washing sweetie,” Jess said to the watching girl, “I bet that old thing can go all night!”

“I know ma’am, I brought some stuff from home that doesn’t even need to be washed!” she admitted, face reddening.

“So, if we hear you screaming, we can assume you’re not being raped or murdered then!” Jess teased.

“Death by orgasm. It’s been my lifelong dream,” the pretty redhead giggled.

Jess blew the girl a kiss, her tongue wriggling between her lips. Then she pulled back and winked at her new friend. “Have fun honey, I sure did!” With that, she took Richie’s hand and led him back to their room for a long night of hot, sleazy sex.

Until Richie’s phone pinged.

~~~~

Maeby Lewis was on a plane, high above the deserts of New Mexico. This felt like the most impulsive thing she’d ever done. She’d quit her job with zero notice. Just walked out of her office and left a handwritten, four-line resignation letter on her boss’s desk. She’d emailed him a copy as well. But dropping the crisp white envelope on his desk had felt so satisfying. In the cab on the way to the airport, she had called the home number of Bob Allen. He was a partner at Biggs, Cox & Balls in Phoenix. She had told him that she wanted to start straight away. He’d told her no problem, that he would see her on Monday morning.

Of course, the groundwork had been laid for a couple of weeks. Both law firms were expecting it and had contingencies in place for when she finally decided to go for it. As she raced towards Phoenix. Towards her young lover and her beloved sister, she took time to reflect. She wondered why she had wasted two weeks thinking about it. She had wasted years, truth be told. Big cat in the courtroom, tiny mouse in the bedroom. That’s why today felt so liberating. She had finally roared and taken control of her life.

There was Wi-Fi on the Southwest flight but it was spotty at best. She had spent almost an hour trying to send a message and an email to Richie. She was asking him to meet her at the airport. Then she had booked a weeklong stay in the Renaissance Hotel downtown. She had insisted on the honeymoon suite despite it being obvious that she was unmarried. Eventually, another email, this time offering a $500 gratuity, had swung the deal in her favor.

When they touched down, she immediately rang Richie. He was already at arrivals. With no bags, she ran through the terminal, her shoes in her hands. There he was! Tall, strong, and beautiful. She leaped into his arms, to a loud cheer from a group of marines who were waiting nearby. Her soulful kiss got a few wolf whistles too!

Jessica was with him. She was standing off to one side in a maroon football jersey, her feet bare. The sisters hugged. Jessica whispered urgently to Maeby, “Be careful Sis, I’m bare ass naked under this thing. We left my clothes in the dryer at Richie’s dormitory to come rushing down here!”

“Let’s get out of here then. Where we’re going, we don’t need clothes!” Maeby was getting horny just thinking about the fun and games they could have.

“Wait,” said Richie, “We should swing by the house, get Mom some things. Toiletries and stuff. If Dad’s there at least there’s three of us...”

Jessica looked stricken, but Maeby said, “I was thinking about this on the plane. At the moment there’s no proof on either side. It’s all he said, she said. If you’re going to put things back together this is the time to do it. Once they subpoena your DNA and the baby’s, the incest angle will be out of the bag. It’s not routinely prosecuted unless there’s child abuse involved. But it’s still illegal and carries a hefty jail term. You would lose your baby to the care system if that happened.

“What I’m saying is that there are risks to pushing Dennis too far. In a straight divorce, I’m sure we could nail him to the wall, but he still has options now. It’s more like a poker match. It’s all about the bluff, and counter. So maybe we should go and talk to him, see if we can’t avoid all that?”

“I don’t know Mae,” Jessica wailed. “I don’t think I can face him. He scared me this morning. What little feeling I still had for him evaporated in that instant. I don’t want him back. I don’t ever want to see him again!” Jessica’s face was downcast, her sadness palpable.

“What about you Richie? The incest risk applies to you too. Do you want to face him?” Maeby asked.

“No, but if I don’t do it now, it will get more difficult every day. I think we should try,” he said.

“OK, we’ll go to the hotel and get Jess settled in. Then you and I will go see Dennis. I’ll pretend I’m just there to get Jess some clothes, but I’ll listen in to what’s being said,” Maeby said, nodding. She was absolutely decisive when she needed to be.

Richie’s old car did a sterling job of getting them across town, stalling only twice! The three of them laughed heartily at the hotel valet’s face when Richie handed him the keys. He looked like someone had smeared shit on his upper lip!

Maeby picked up the room keys and they all raced to the elevator. The corner suite was magnificent. Spacious, and opulently appointed. It had unbroken views of the city and the mountains beyond. But the piece de resistance was the bed. It was eight feet square and sat in the center of the large room, dominating the space. There were no bedclothes, the room was warm and they would only get in the way anyway.

Jessica began to fill the huge whirlpool bath. She had decided to pamper herself after such a stressful day. Richie ordered an Uber to take them to the house. He checked that the driver would be willing to wait in case they needed a sharp exit. Maeby stepped out to call Dennis, arranging to come over to get Jess some clothes. She then rang the front desk and ordered three bottles of non-alcoholic champagne. They would be celebrating something tonight. She just didn’t know what!

Soon Maeby and Richie were standing on the sidewalk outside his childhood home. It felt colder, darker than it ever had before. Richie was saddened by the changes he felt. Essentially all but one of his memories of this place were positive. It had always been a nurturing and loving home. Unfortunately, that morning’s events had overshadowed everything else.

Dennis came to the door looking disheveled, and drunk. He invited them in though, offering them a beer. That was something he had never done for Richie in this house before. They declined, Maeby wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible. She confirmed with both men that they had to be civil. Any arguments or conflicts and they would leave immediately. They both agreed.

Richie and Dennis sat in the lounge on separate sofas, staring balefully at each other. Richie began to lay out the little story he and Maeby had concocted on the way over. They hoped it would make Dennis reveal his true thoughts and intentions.

“So, I decided to finish this semester before dropping out,” he began.

“Dropping out? You can’t do that son. It’s college, you only get one chance!” Dennis exclaimed.

“We won’t be able to afford it and I’ll have to get a job at some point to support the baby anyway,” he said. “Maeby says we’ll be OK after the divorce. But it could drag on for a long time. She thinks there will be a lot of costs for the loser to bear. What with all the investigators and stuff.” Richie was laying it on thick, trying to make Dennis nervous about the potential costs. He knew he was at fault. Jessica and Richie’s own indiscretions were all he could bargain with.

“And that’s assuming Mom doesn’t go ahead with her plan,” Richie continued.

“What plan? What do you mean?” Dennis asked.

“When I told her that I was dropping out she also said I couldn’t. That she would terminate the pregnancy instead. She thinks that solves all of our problems. Because it’s the only thing you have against us in all this. Our beautiful baby and how we made it.” Richie knew Jessica would never do this. But Maeby wasn’t a scary legal opponent because she played fair!

Dennis's face paled in an instant. “Abortion? Jesus.” They weren’t a religious family and their politics were fairly liberal. This was a topic they had talked about together before. Their consensus had pretty much boiled down to ‘her body, her choice’.

Richie waited for Dennis to react, keeping his head down. His response would likely dictate the next year of their lives.

“That’s my grandkid...” he whispered, a single tear trickling down his face.

“It’s my son, or daughter, Dad. I know we always said that the woman should get to choose on her own. But I’d do anything to change Mom’s mind. She seems so certain though. She’s so afraid of you. Of you wanting to send us to jail. To have our baby, your grandchild, given up for adoption. I don’t think that she can see past it.” Richie had latched on to the grandchild thing. That and Maeby’s other bullet points seemed to be hitting home.

She chose that moment to appear at the doorway carrying a small suitcase. “At least I haven’t had to call the cops yet,” she tried to joke, but the room remained silent. Then she asked,

“Richie, are you ready to go?”

He sighed theatrically, then said, “I guess so. I don’t think anything’s going to change here.” He stood up, turning to his father, and said, “I’m sorry Dad. I thought Mom and I were doing a good thing. But I guess the road to hell really is paved with good intentions. I hope we can talk again someday. I thought you were a great father. Right up until today.”

He turned and headed for the door, watching Maeby who was, in turn, watching Dennis. Their entire future rested on his next few steps. He reached the door and Maeby turned to leave with him.

“WAIT!” Dennis’s voice rang out. “Just wait. I can’t let that happen. I can’t have you dropping out of school. I’m gonna have a grandkid! I can’t give that up. Maeby, can we work something out? Something fair that means I can still see my son and grandchild?”

“Will you stipulate to the previous affairs? Provide details so we can ensure no hidden paternity suits are coming down the line?” Maeby asked, her voice cold.

He hung his head, clearly ashamed. His own proud bubble was bursting, exactly as he had burst Jessica’s that morning.

“Yes,” he said in quiet submission.

“OK, we’ll need both sides to sign iron-clad NDAs to ensure the family secrets stay that way. Then we can minimize costs and share out the assets equitably. At first glance, I think Richie and Jess should keep the investment fund. They managed it, the growth in its value has been their accomplishment. Sell the house and we’ll split the proceeds fifty-fifty. You keep the rest, less alimony of course. She's not greedy. The state-mandated minimum will be fine. Then you cover Richie’s college fees and clear his student loans after graduation. Does that sound like a fair place to start?

“Yes,” Dennis sobbed again. Richie clasped his father’s shoulder. The facade he had talked about earlier was gone. Dennis was a small, broken man whose own bad choices had led him to this place. Richie pulled him into a hug, saying “I love you, Dad. We’ll be able to look back at this one day...”

“... and cry...” said his father, hugging his son just as tightly. “I love you son and I’m sorry. This is all my fault. Be a better Dad than I was. Keep your family together, that’s the only thing that matters now.”

They separated and Richie joined Maeby as they walked to the car waiting at the curb.

“I have got to get you out of those art books and into law school Richie! You were incredible!” Maeby said. “Johnny Cochrane and Clarence Darrow together couldn’t have pulled that off. It was unbelievable!”

He smiled wanly as they held hands in the back of the car. He’d used his dad. Manipulated him. Perhaps even unfairly. But his parting words had resonated with Richie very strongly. ‘Keep your family together, that’s the only thing that matters now’. Richie had a new responsibility in his life. He had his own little family to keep together. Maeby, Jessica, bump, and him. His family.

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“We’ll certainly not get bored with a view like that,” Richie said later. He was staring out the window of the honeymoon suite.

“I thought you’d be more interested in a view like this,” said Maeby, pulling Jessica’s shirt off in one smooth motion.

His mom squealed in surprise, then laughed. She waved Richie over with a nod of her head. He joined her to help disrobe the younger woman. Maeby put up only token resistance. Her glistening thighs offered ample evidence of her own sexual excitement. It had been building inside her for the last few hours and she was ready to pop!

They were all three on the bed now, naked and horny, but suddenly hesitant.

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