Legacy
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This ride was one I prayed would never happen. My sixteen-year-old son had been taken from our family. He fought bravely too the end but his body weakened after many treatments was unable to sustain life itself. Tears run down my face and that of my daughters who, like me, did everything possible to make his last days memorable to him and to us. Riding home gave me time to reflect on how we came to this pivotal point in my family’s life. The ride seemed to take forever. The events of the last three years flashed through my mine.
My family was like the majority of families in Abbotsville. We enjoyed a close relationship with each other. Our three children were two years apart in age and were my reason for living. Jayden was the oldest then, Don and Kym was the youngest. All were very active in sports with all three in the local soccer leagues. None were outstanding in the sport but they all gave one hundred percent of their ability. My husband Ralph favorite sayings was ‘it isn’t if you win or lose but how you play the game’. Nobody could give more then there very best effort.
A bit about me, my name is Clarissa Maxwell. At forty-two and after three kids the youngest being fourteen I still took great pride in my body. I exercised daily to keep in trim and had been mistaken numerous times as being in my early twenties. I got many a wolf whistle that proved it. I was born in Abbotsville, as was my husband. I was quadruple blessed with three fine healthy children and a loving understanding husband. Ralph’s great ability was to earn reams of money, which allowed me to be a stay at home mom. I enjoyed my children and my home. So far my children were very respectful of each other and all the people they had come in contact with. They did very well in school and all were in the top quarter of their classes. I was a very proud mom.
We were practicing Christians. I believed it did wonders for the children giving them a balanced view of life. As a close-knit family we had very few secrets from one another. One avenue all the family enjoyed was the fact we were active nudists. Yes that was another reason I kept my body in shape. It was on display every weekend during the summer on a beautiful private beach and in the winter at large clubhouse our nature club built on the property. We as a family had our own winterize cottage on the property as do many others who enjoyed the practice of nudism all year round.
I had been able to watch my family grow literally. Jayden at fourteen was showing signs of puberty. Her breasts were very evident and the tuff of hair above her vulva was thick matt of dark black hair. Don had been growing steadily his penis had to be at least seven inches at fifteen years old a fact that hadn’t been unnoticed by the numerous beautiful teen girls in the park. He was following the footsteps of his dad who was well endowed at ten inches. When Ralph’s cock hung flaccid it was seven inches long and nearly five inches in circumference. We had a very active sex life. I enjoyed every inch of my husband in every opening I had. I learned early in our marriage the joys of oral and anal sex. Sometimes I felt that everybody knew I liked anal sex. When I leaned over people could see the heavy wrinkles on the rim of my rosebud, the joyous result of Ralph’s very sizable large cock.
Over the years of our membership in the club, I was increasingly aware that men of all ages enjoyed looking at me. I kept my pubic hair trimmed and my very thick outer luv lips were always very evident. When I got excited they would swell with blood making them doubly noticeable. Ralph loved them and enjoyed licking me to climaxes at every opportunity. The Sunday morning brunch at the nudist camp often proved embarrassing for some couples, as cum slowly seeped from the women’s pussies as a result of an early morning romp. I personally thought it was wonderful sight of family love. A family that enjoyed being close together usually stayed together and one of the cements for that bond was a very active sex life.
Young Don discovered the beauty of girls at a very young age. He discovered masturbation at nine. Many pairs of his shorts showed that he had mastered the art. The volume of his young cum was very plentiful by the size of the stains. At the park I had often watched him playing with the others in his age group both boys and girls, he was always in a semi erect state. Many of the girls went out of their way to display their beautiful teen charms. I couldn’t blame Don for being interested.
Jayden had also matured and realized the wonder between her legs and the sensitivity of her bosom. The sounds of her masturbating in the evenings penetrated her bedroom door. A couple of times I quietly opened it and enjoyed watching her. I did have beautiful daughter.
The next three years were as perfect as any family could get. Ralph and I were still deeply in love and looked forward to our private time in our bedroom. He filled my every opening on a regular basis. I truly think our very active sex life kept me fit and desirable to him and many others in our club. As for our children they had grown as well. Jayden now uses my bras. I think she filled them better than I did. She was continually raiding my lingerie draw. I found my missing thongs, bikinis and G-strings in the dirty clothes hamper. Many panties had crusty residue coating the crotches from her adolescence juice. As a mother I hoped she wasn’t sexually active but with her looks she had many a boy panting for her company. I must have a talk with her about the birds and the bees before it was too late. As for Don he continued to grow everywhere most noticeable his cock. He had to be at least seven inches soft and very formable girth. He would surpass his dad. I could only hope he had the same respect for all his female friends as his dad had for me.
Then it happened.
When Don turned fifteen it seemed that someone had let the air out of his balloon. Over a short period of time he became listless and very irritable not his usually robust humorous self. After numerous trips to our family doctor and many expensive specialists we got a call urgent call from our doctor. He wanted to see Ralph and myself as soon as possible. We arranged an appointment the next morning. We were hustled into the doctor’s office. Our doctor was looking very grim.
“Glad you could make this visit. Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell please take a seat.”
“What is this all about? Don?”
“I am afraid what I have to tell you will be very disturbing to say the least. As you are aware we have tested Don to determine the reasons for his drastic personality changes and his failing health. We have the answer.”
For the next twenty minutes we listened heartbroken as the doctor explained. Don had a very rare terminal disease. It struck one in ten million. No one knew what triggered it or what the source could be. The most devastating comment was that there was no cure. Don life expectancy was eighteen months to two years. There would be no noticeable changes when it happened, the organs just stops working causing immediate death. My son had been given a death sentence at fifteen years old. He further explained that there were similar diseases with medications that should work on Don to return him to his former self, concerning the personality changes. The doctor held out the carrot that new cures were being found daily and Don optimistically had two years. Before we left we got a list of appointments for Don, the first one was tomorrow. The ride home was very quiet. The tears flowed from my eyes. Why Don? He had always been as healthy as horse, he didn’t smoke, drink or do drugs. I would gladly change places with my son to give him a chance at life.
Once home we didn’t tell the children what had transpired. Tomorrow after Don went to the clinic would be soon enough. Jayden saw I had been crying and her woman’s intuition gave her a good sense of what happened.
“Mom what’s wrong. You’ve been crying. What is wrong with Don?”
“Oh Jayden you will have to wait till tomorrow. Don has an appointment. Tomorrow at dinner we will have a family discussion.”
That night Ralph made love with me. The passion between us was explosive. He started the evening kissing and eating my pussy in an attempt to take my mind off the terrible day we both had just been through. Gradually my body took my mind off the serious day and allowed me to relieve the stress through numerous climaxes. Slipping down Ralph’s body I took his enormous cock and sucked. I was always amazed at the size of his balls in his sack. Our private joke had been if he ever strayed I would cut off his sack and make a carryall out of it. His balls were the size of golf balls. I felt his hand on my face and looked up. He wanted to mount me. I moved into position and felt massive cock enter me. After three mind boggling climaxes he lifted his body removing his cock from my pussy. Knowing what he desired I roll on my stomach and then felt my bum cheeks being spread. His tool slipped into its third home. I pushed back to make sure it was in my anal cavity to the hilt. What seemed hours later he ejaculated heavily into me? Every searing sting of cum gave me great feeling of pleasure. After he slipped out of my pucker, we cuddled spoon fashion and went to a listless sleep, my dreams centered on Don.
Both Ralph and I accompanied Don to his appointment. He seemed to sense something ominous was coming. He was holding up better than I was. I was fighting back tears. Don took all the information surprisingly well. He asked the doctor a number of pointed questions. The drugs would control his personality changes and for all intents and purposes he would appear healthy. When the time came it just happened. The doctor assured him that he could continue his life as before. We all knew that was just a dream. The thought would be in our minds. It would be very hard for me to keep up a good face. Why? Why?
That night at dinner we dropped the bomb on his sisters. Jayden and Kym turned on the waterworks and I followed. Don who should felt the worst was comforting us telling us not to worry. After dinner Jayden took Don in her arms and rubbed her full body against him. She kissed him passionately. It was not a brotherly kiss; it was a lover’s kiss.
“Bro if there is anything I can do for you all you need to do is ask.”
“Thanks Jayden. I will let you know.”
After three days of the new drug Don appeared to be himself again. He returned to school and to his sports activity, appearing to live each day to the fullest. My life took on new meaning throwing myself into exercising and committee work. Keeping busy kept me from dwelling on ‘the what ifs’. Watching him at the nudist camp Don never lets up on his activities. His friends were not aware of personal situation. A large number of young sexy teen girls seemed to adore him. When he went swimming they were all near him splashing and yelling. It made me wonder if perhaps he was sexually active.
Don’s affliction didn’t seem to have stunted his growth. Over the next two years he gained seven inches in height just a hair taller than his dad and at least an inch and a half more length in his penis. The young girls really took notice of him now. Why he wasn’t in a continuous state of arousal I would never know. Most of the young girls were very well endowed and made no bones about wanting to be with Don. Some of them shaved, others trimmed and some had full bushes. For a male the view had to be breathtaking. Actually I enjoyed the view of the young girls as well.
Four months before his birthday Don suffered another reversal. A visit to the doctor confirmed the disease had advanced. The family bonded together and focused on Don. We were at his beckon and call. Many evenings I had said good night with tears rolling down my face between my breasts down through to my pussy. Tears of sorrow mixed with a surge of luv juice. For some reason I got excited crying.
The doctor confirmed that Don’s body wasn’t been following the normal cycle of events with his malady. He had good days and some not so good. Many an evening I sat with him in his bedroom and we talked. He told me of his dreams and me of mine. I always made sure I was made up and looked as attractive as possible hoping when he looked at his mom: he saw hope not a heart broken mom. Often I saw his sheet rise when I came into his room. Don’s hardon was formidable. It hurt me to the core that he won’t be allowed to share his cock with some of the girls he knew and enjoyed the feeling like his dad did with me. What a loss. Looking at him I wanted to slide my hand under the sheet and caress him till he came.
“Don, how are you holding out?”
“Good mom considering everything. Jayden has been a real help to me.”
“Is there anything your mom can do for you?”
“No right now mom.”
My curiosity got the better of me. What was Jayden doing for Don?
“So you sister helps you feel better?”
“Yes mom.”
“What has she being doing?”
Don didn’t say anything but his deep blush had me thinking. What did Jayden do for him that would make him blush? She hadn’t been having sex with him? Sucking him? I kept looking at Don.
“She hasn’t been having sex with you?”
“No mom she offered but I said no.”
So she had been giving him hand jobs, blowjobs or both. I wondered.
“Can I help you like Jayden?”
The blush took on a deep hue of rosy red and I saw his cock twitch under the sheet. Sliding my hand under to this cock I felt the large growth of hair at the base of his engorge organ. His shaft was hard and long.
“Mom you don’t have too. Please.”
“But I want too. Is this what Jayden does for you?”
He nods yes.
“And more?”
Again he blushed deeper. She had been sucking her brother. Any other time in our lives I would be upset but Jayden was doing it because she loved her brother. I pulled the sheet down. Don’s cock was near his dad’s in length and girth. It was a magnificent sample of what a cock should be. His foreskin was back from his cock head slit with pearl of precum forming as I gazed upon it. His ball sack was larger than his dad’s. It looked like two baseballs were hiding there. It was massive.
Grasping his shaft I slowly pumped. Don sighed and closed his eyes. With the other hand I fingered the head of his cock flicking a bead of precum on a finger that I put to my lips. He tasted much like his father but milder. I wanted to suck him but wonder what Don would think if his mom did engulf him. Not realizing I had brought him to the brink and surge after surge of cum shot straight up in the air nearly three feet. I couldn’t believe the volume it was way more than Ralph’s.
“Mom I am sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Well I did. I know it will make you relax.”
Sheepishly he nodded in agreement. I wiped him clean. Leaning over him I kissed him good night. Once in the bathroom I licked my son’s cum off my hands and arms. What a waste of sperm went through my mind. What wonderful children Don could have fathered. Later with tears running down my face I looked in on Don. He was relaxed smiling as his sister sucked his cock. Jayden didn’t see me so I softly closed the door.
The image of Jayden sucking her brother stayed with me all night. In the morning I woke in sweat. Ralph had already gone to work. A note on his pillow told me to have a good day and not to worry. Easier said than done.
During the day I was with Don three times, each time I brought him to a climax, each time wanting to lean over and suck him dry. The thought of Jayden sucking Don stayed with me all day. When Jayden came home from school she rushed in gives me a quick kiss and hurried to see her brother. In a way I was jealous of her nerve to be sucking her brother.
That night in bed with Ralph we made love like there was no tomorrow. Ralph commented on my enthusiasm.
“Ralph I feel so helpless I wish I could take Don’s place. I love you Ralph but I want our son to live.”
“So do I Clarissa more then you will ever know. All my praying has been for whatever ails Don to take me instead. I have had some life and he will have none. I wanted to see his children my grandchildren.”
That night we slept spoon style. In the morning the results of his massive dose of cum was all over my nighty. Jayden met me coming out of the washroom and saw the mess and smiled knowingly. I had a quick shower and went to Don’s room. He was in a good mood and I noticed his was not erect. Jayden had been to visit him before going to school.
“I see Jayden has taken care of you.”
The blush confirmed it.
“Does she do it by hand or suck you?”
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I didn’t know that a vampire could faint. You learn something new every day. Lydia was laughing a bit. “ Remember Delphine? Seems like every time you get with an older woman, they have this reaction to you.” “Technically I’m probably older than Delphine, but not really, so I suppose you’re right. Here, hold your dagger tip out, so I can prick a fingertip.” She did, and I let a drop of blood well up. I held my finger under Serana’s nose. That worked like I hoped. “Oh, my. Sorry about that. I...
The entrance to High Hrothgar was before us. I couldn’t delay things any further, so I opened the door and entered the home of the Greybeards. The four of them were waiting in the entrance hall. To my surprise, two familiar faces to me had apparently walked in just ahead of me. Delphine said, “So, Arngeir, is it? You know why we’re here. Are you going to let us in or not?” “You’re not invited here. You’re not welcome here.” Arngeir said, true to form. “We have as much right to be at this...
I wasn’t sure what to expect, being a living being entering the halls of the dead. I knew from my reading that I was no longer on Mundus, I was probably on the plane of Aetherius. I found myself at the top of a long flight of stairs. Half a dozen statues of someone in robes lined the stai.rs down. It had been midday when I entered the column of light. Now it appeared to be twilight. A rainbow colored aurora lit the sky, and when I looked straight up, there were clouds rotating in a circular...
Well, even though there had been no formal coronation, it appeared that suddenly a lot more people were ready to follow me and accept me as their Empress. “I accept you into my service willingly and without reservation. Arise.” Elise yelled out, “Three cheers for the Dragonborn!” Everyone joined her. “Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!” “Okay, enough. But now, who’s going to explain this all to me?” “It’s quite simply, milady. We followed Balgruuf in battle either during the Great War or when he...
“Martina, I ought to apologize, I think. I don’t know what came over me last night.” “Well, Ysolda, if I were to make a guess I’d say Lydia, then me, then Lydia again, and finally me.” “You’re ... you’re not upset?” “Love, that was just pure fun. Now, how about we get some breakfast, and talk about your new responsibilities.” “I am hungry enough to eat a horker. Wait, what new responsibilities?” “As my personal merchant and trader, of course. Come on, let’s go see what the Bannered Mare...
We left our horses outside the entry to the canyon leading to the fort. The weather was slightly bad, with a light snow falling. Annekke looked around in awe as we walked through the canyon, then at the lake and what lay beyond. “I was a ranger, but we were never this close to Morrowind. This area is a fortress, you could defend it from attack with only a few troops.” “Unfortunately, that’s all there are right now. I’ve talked to ... someone ... and I’m sure the vampire attacks are only...
“This is a nice home, Argis. You’ve done well in maintaining it.” “It is my sworn duty to protect you and your property, my Thane. You ... well, your exploits are those that will be sung about through the ages. I am honored I was allowed to swear to your service.” “Very good. This is Lydia. Just as you are my housecarl for Markarth, she is housecarl for me in Whiterun. And this is Annekke, someone who is following me as we, as you put it, have exploits.” “I was told to expect the three of...
We ended up spending three days in Whiterun getting everything ready to head out again. Argis got to meet Irileth and Jarl Balgruuf when we had dinner with the Jarl the second evening. Proventius was unhappy at the influence I had in the Jarl’s court, and did a poor job of hiding it. Farengar, on the other hand, was ecstatic that I was able to provide him with some samples of dragon blood and bone, courtesy of the dead dragon just outside the walls, and begged for me to do that more often –...
Wolfskull Cave opened into a natural tunnel that then descended into the mountainside. There were a few torches guttering along the hallway. We’d been walking for several minutes when I saw a draugr patrolling ahead. I shot him with an arrow. We continued past his corpse and soon the passageway opened into a larger chamber. There were two figures warming themselves at a campfire along one wall of the chamber. I quickly dispatched both of them. We checked their corpses, they were both human....
The guards in Riften were a bit jumpy. A dragon had flown over the town recently and while it hadn’t attacked, they were concerned. I did my shopping, then we went back to the Bee and Barb for the night. It was peaceful inside the walls, and we weren’t expecting trouble the next morning right when we left town. More vampires were waiting in concealment for us just outside the city. And there were a lot of them with their thralls. Two master vampires, three fledglings, and half a dozen...
We arrived at the gates of Solitude in time to break up a vampire attack. “Okay, that’s enough of this. I thought that helping Sybille would take care of the issues locally. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised to find the Thalmor helping the vampires in this.” It was early evening, so we grabbed something to eat, then I sought Viarmo out at the Bards College. “Here’s the verse about King Olaf you were seeking.” “Ah, let me see. Oh, no! It’s aged such that parts of it are unreadable. And...
It wasn’t quite at a run that we made it to the stable but close. “Jordris, grab a horse. Giemund, you know us by now from caring for our horses. We need another.” He nodded and told me a fair price that I immediately paid. “Okay, mount up and ride as if Elisif’s life depends upon it. Which I suspect it does.” We left at a gallop. “Lydia, Serana, this is the way we first went when we headed for Castle Volkihar. Be ready in case of animals, don’t stop, just ride over them.” We actually did...
Climbing down from the ledge was relatively easy. Relative being the operative term, since it was snowing, late at night, and we were all tired. Somehow or other, Annekke Crag-Jumper did not live up to her name and managed to fall and break her leg. “I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I think you did that just so you could share my bed when we get back to Proudspire Manor.” She looked pale from the pain as she took the healing potion I handed her. “Any time you let me share your bed is a...
If Astrid didn’t become pregnant that night, it wasn’t due to lack of trying. After two hours, I was exhausted, and fell asleep with her sprawled across my body, with the toy still impaled inside her. Elisif and Serana had been incredibly supportive, keeping Astrid always at the peak of release while also keeping me supplied with either a drink for energy, or a taste of their own juices for ardor. For the first time in ages, my sleep was not troubled by bad dreams. I did dream, but it was...
“I thought Gelebor was going to try to force things earlier,” Serana said as she finished removing her gown. “I think if it was any other day than today, he might have. But this is one time that my ... what’d you call it, love, adventuring ways ... will not get in the way of family.” Elisif looked up from where she was crouched between my legs, gently stroking my private hair and starting to rub things. “Something like that. But do we have to have this conversation now? I totally drenched...
A very wet and cold group entered the Nightgate inn. “Oh, my, surely you didn’t all fall into a lake?” the concerned innkeeper asked. “No, stupid Dwemer construction, having a water pipe rupture and flood the chamber you’re in is not a good way to stay dry. We’ll need towels and the fire built up a bit to dry off, as well as warm food and drink. Lydia, get dried off first, I want you to get to Irkngthand and bring our party back here.” She quickly stripped her armor and underthings off,...
I don’t mind waking up stark naked in bed if I’m wrapped in the arms of someone I love. Finding myself naked, with my arms and legs tied down, gagged, and with nothing covering my modesty or lack thereof isn’t something I think I care for. That, and seeing a man sitting in a chair near the bed just reading a book. If I’m going to be tied up and on display, at least he could be leering at me, after all. I tried to speak and the gag felt like I was spitting dry sand out of my mouth. He heard...
Everyone at the table sat in deep thought after my last comment. Brunwulf broke the silence. “Seems to me that you’ve been doing what you can to unite it, at least under your own rule.” “It’s not of my original choosing, I’ll tell you that. All I came here, to Tamriel, to do was to find out about my own history. If I had my druthers, I’d have a simple life, work metal, bone, and leather in a smithy, maybe do some alchemy, and be content with the love of my wives as we all grow old together....
“You know, I’ve lived in this town most of my life, and I’ve never been here. This is all new to me and ... what is this? Are you sure this bridge is safe?” “Not really, no. If you mean, do I think it’ll collapse under us, no, there’s magic in play keeping it up. If you mean, am I afraid that we’ll fall off the damn thing because these idiots have never bothered to fix the rails, then no, it’s not safe.” He chuckled at my comment. “That’s ... not what I expected to hear the Dragonborn say...
“I can’t believe you’ve only been here a week, Your Majesty, and accomplished so much for our community, for all of Solstheim. How can we ever repay you?” “Continue leading my subjects as you have, Councilor Morvayn. With the mines open again and the cultist threat eliminated, I think you should be able to keep the Northern Maiden very busy traveling back and forth with trade goods to Skyrim. Hopefully before too long we’ll have more ships plying this route.” Captain Gjalund nodded his...
The lead element of the first column of the Redoran Guard stopped at the rebuilt Traitor’s Post. The bandits that formerly occupied the building had quickly left when the Dragonborn’s Own returned from Winterhold and took to the rebuilding of this post with a vengeance. We had stocked it with food and refreshment for the incoming troops and our cooks were ready. “I am Captain Merano of the Royal Army. My first contingent of troops will be here shortly. From the tables I see you have set up,...
“Pardon my ignorance, but I’m confused. I know that we had planned on going to war against the Aldmeri, at least eventually. We discussed that at your wedding. But you’ve ended the civil war here, and you’re the Empress. Doesn’t that mean something?” “Oh, it does, Jarl Siddgeir. It means that I have a responsibility to all the citizens of the Empire. So while I’ve been successful here in Skyrim, there’s still Cyrodiil, Morrowind, and all the other provinces that are part of the Empire. And...
The warm water in the pool was relaxing to my muscles. I was sitting on the steps, the water up to my shoulders, with Serana in my lap leaning back against me. Astrid was to my left, with Elisif in her lap. They laughed as Serana finished telling them the story of how the brave Njada Stonearm had collapsed in fear. It was rather quiet in my Luxury Suite. Leah was sitting off in a corner, playing soft and gentle music on her lute. Elise had placed a tray of drinks and light snacks near the...
The road leading south from Bruma was packed with soldiers. By now, there were civilians fleeing ahead of them, so the army would no longer have an uncontested march deep through Cyrodiil. But that army was being led by two competent leaders, so while I knew they would have losses, I had no fear that they would see defeat. In the meantime, four companies of troops, five hundred men and women total, were making their way west, away from the main body. Depending upon the resistance we met, the...
“Are you sure about this, Martina?” “No, my love, not really. But it’s the best idea I have at the moment.” With our success in the city, I had a few of the residents of Chorrol that were actually related to members of the Imperial Legion company stationed at Battlehorn Castle and Fort Rayles with our small group, as well as Honditar. The main army had continued on to the west after two days of rest and replenishment to join the Cheydinhal forces. The battlements of the castle were visible...