A Hero's Reward

by Morrel, Amy

  At the crestfallen look on Greg's face Margaret continued:

  “We've got a couple of hours until bedtime though. I thought maybe I could reward you, for helping me get Jack back, by trying that... Well, that thing with my mouth with me in control of what happens. I want to try that and see if I like it better when I'm in control. We can even do that down here so we don't disturb Jack.”

  “If you actually want to try that, we can. You don't need to do it to reward me though. I'd love to have you see what you think but only if it is something that you want to do and not just from a sense of obligation.”

  “Well, I've had my viewpoint turned around on a few other things like that recently.” Margaret said with a shy smile, “I thought I should check and see if my ideas about other related things were skewed or not.”

  Margaret positioned Greg in an easy chair and slid his pants down. She leaned in and tentatively licked the top of his cock. It wasn't currently hard but when her tongue touched it, she jumped back as it began to stand up straight.

  “Sorry” she said, “I wasn't expecting that.”

  “That's fine, take your time. I can wait until you're comfortable.”

  She leaned back in and this time when her tongue touched him and his cock straightened more she laughed softly.

  “Sorry again” she said drawing back, “I just caught myself thinking that in less than a week I was learning more about that part of the male body than I had in the rest of my life.”

  “Well if it's going to keep stopping you, we can get around that.”

  Margaret looked at him quizzically.

  “If you wanted to take off your shirt and bra and sit here with me for a few minutes. I could play with your breasts. Then I'd be all the way hard and you wouldn't have to worry about that.”

  “Would you like that?”

  “Very much so.”

  Margaret stripped off her top and the bra beneath it. She perched on the edge of the couch where Greg could lean over and get to her breasts. He did so, stroking them for a few minutes and then leaning over to suck on her nipples. She was obviously excited when he was done, her nipples were erect and her breathing was slightly faster than normal. But when she noticed that his cock was totally erect she dropped down to her knees in front of the chair again.

  Margaret was inexperienced but willing. She was also fairly bright. She used Greg's responses to learn what she was doing that he enjoyed the most. Then she would do those things again and vary them slightly, learning from his responses. She looked at his face quite a bit to determine how he felt about things and she could see that he was very happy with what she was doing. She enjoyed it a little herself but decided that it was something she'd keep trying to get better at just to please him.

  After a half hour or more of experimentation she drew her mouth off of his cock:

  “Did you want to... you know... in my mouth?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “I don't know, I'm still a little unsure about that.”

  “If you'd prefer, you could strip off your skirt and underwear as well and get on top of me in the chair here. It's wide enough for you to put your knees to either side of me.”

  Margaret considered for a moment and decided that she'd had as much oral experimentation as she wanted for the evening. She knew that she loved having him inside of her though, so that wouldn't be experimenting at all. She quickly stripped off her skirt and underwear. When Greg saw what she was doing, he removed his own clothing as well.

  There was a little fumbling and repositioning as she climbed into the chair with Greg. The chair was wide enough for her to fit well though and within a minute she had herself straddling him, ready to lower herself onto his cock. She realized that she must have enjoyed what she had been doing more than she thought since she was wet and ready to have his cock inside of her. She lowered herself slowly onto him, relishing the feel of his thick cock spreading her lips apart as he slid inside of her.

  When she had lowered herself onto him, she just sat there for a few minutes. Greg's arms went around her and drew her to him. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he held her. It was all too soon for her when he released his hold. She straightened up and began to move herself up and down on his cock, enjoying herself thoroughly. Greg's eyes were closed and his face was slack when she looked at him. It looked as though he were relaxed and enjoying himself as well.

  The two of them made love with Margaret riding him slowly for half an hour. They were so engrossed in one another that neither of them noticed when Jack started coming down the stairs, noticed what was happening, made a face, and headed back up the stairs.

  Finally Greg opened his eyes:

  “Would you be offended if I helped some also?”

  “Not at all, please do. This is wonderful but I am getting a little tired.”

  Greg grasped her hips and slid her up off of his cock. He set her down standing on the floor in front of the chair. Then he rose himself and guided her around the side of the chair. Lying her down across the arms of the chair put her at just the right height for him to penetrate her. He spread her legs slightly, stepped in and pushed his cock inside of her.

  “I'm afraid I'll probably be quick now. It's almost time for bed and you have me really turned on from the last half hour or so.”

  “That's okay, please go ahead. I may not be that long myself either.”

  Before Greg started thrusting he slid a hand underneath her to play with her clit. He didn't want to leave her unsatisfied when he managed to cum and he thought that this would ensure that she wasn't that long either. Once he had his fingers playing with her clit, he began to move his cock. He started with a slow steady pace and as she became more excited he sped up. When Margaret began to cum he was close himself. The first clench of her pussy on his cock triggered his own orgasm and once again they fed off of each others orgasms. The twitching of his cock and the clenching of her pussy fed one another, stretching their pleasure out for longer than it would have lasted otherwise.

  The two of them got ready to turn in and after a goodnight kiss, Greg found himself once more sleeping alone in his bed. He decided that he'd try to find some way that Margaret would be comfortable sleeping in his bed with Jack in the house. He enjoyed snuggling up to her as they slept as much as he enjoyed having sex with her and he was missing the snuggling already.

  Margaret and Greg were both up before Jack the next morning, neither of them having slept very well. Greg sat in the kitchen sipping coffee as Margaret insisted on making breakfast for him again. She made extras and tucked the rest in the microwave for Jack when he got up. After a hearty breakfast Greg tried to figure out what he needed to do today.

  “Margaret, did you want Jack to go back to school today?”

  “I figured I'd drive him there today and explain what happened to the principal. Then he could start going regularly again tomorrow.”

  Greg nodded:

  “That sounds like a good plan. Would you like to take my car?”

  “Well, now that I have access to my bank account again I can fill my car up. So I'll probably take mine.”

  “If you want, I can't use mine while I'm still on the drugs so you're welcome to use it instead if you prefer.”

  “Greg, I believe I mentioned that you're incorrigible. I have my own car; I'll use it. Thank you for your offer though.”

  Jack came down just before seven o'clock. Margaret got a decent breakfast into him and told him what they were going to be doing about school. He didn't look too disappointed about missing it today but he also seemed excited to be getting to go back starting the next day.

  Greg spent a good portion of the day napping. He fell asleep on the couch while Margaret took Jack to school. Then after they returned, he went up to his bedroom and fell asleep on the bed so Jack could watch the television. By mid-afternoon he was all napped out though. He also realized that he hadn't had any painkillers since he woke up and that his back was fe
eling mostly okay still. He decided to wait until it started bothering him to take any more.

  When he went downstairs he found Margaret and Jack watching some educational program on the television. Since he had missed lunch he went to make himself a snack, only to find a plate of food covered with cling wrap in the refrigerator.

  “Is this for me?” he called out.

  “Yes,” answered Margaret, “You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you for lunch.”

  “Thank you.” he replied.

  He sat down and ate the lunch that she'd prepared for him. Once he finished it he went out and joined Jack and Margaret. They watched the rest of the program and then turned the television off.

  Jack was sitting in one of the armchairs while Margaret and Greg were on the couch. During the program, Greg's hand had slid over and now he and Margaret were holding hands. Jack looked over at them after the program was done and the television was turned off. He grinned for a moment and then spoke:

  “You know mom, you don't have to sleep in your own bedroom just for me.”

  “What?” Margaret's voice sounded slightly shocked.

  “I kind of saw what was happening last night. I know that was sex, I saw a bunch of junk like that on dad's computer. You don't need to sleep in your own bedroom if you don't want to. I'm only six but even I can see that you and Uncle Greg are in love with each other. I know that people in love like to sleep together. I figure you're just staying in your own bedroom because of me, aren't you?”

  “Out of the mouths of babes...” muttered Margaret as she blushed to a deep shade of purple.

  Greg was simply stunned speechless.

  “Sorry, I wasn't trying to look. I started to come downstairs to get a drink of water and saw what was happening. So I just went to the upstairs bathroom and got a drink from the faucet instead.”

  “That's okay Jack.” Greg finally found some words.

  “I think, young man, that you and I are going to have to have a talk about what went on at your father's house.” said Margaret.

  “Mom!” Jack whined, “It isn't my fault. Dad just isn't all that computer savvy. Heck, he doesn't even know most of the stuff about them that I learned from the library computers.”

  “Jack, why were you looking through things on your father's computer?”

  “I was bored, dad and his new wife were in their room and I wanted something to do.”

  “We'll talk more about this later. Go get yourself a snack. There are puddings in the lowest cupboard.”

  “Thanks mom.”

  As Jack exited the room Margaret looked at Greg. Greg didn't avoid her eyes and looked right back at her.

  “Out of the mouths of babes indeed.” said Greg, “I can't believe it took a six year old saying that something was obvious to him for me to admit it to myself.”

  “I agree. It was something that keep fluttering around at the edge of my mind but I kept pushing it away.”

  “I think I love you Margaret.” said Greg.

  “I know I love you Greg. You're unlike any man I ever knew. You're much more like what I thought a man should be when I was younger. Now that I know how rare men like that actually are, I think I fell in love with you as soon as I got to know you.”

  They both settled back on the couch, lost in thought. Neither one of them actually noticed that they were still holding hands, more tightly than they had been earlier.

  That night when they went to bed, Margaret joined Greg in his room once again. She had already told Jack that if he was looking for her, that was where she would be. After making love again, the two of them fell into a far more peaceful sleep than either had achieved the night before.

  * * *

  Chapter 12 – Full House

  The next few days dragged out for Greg. First, he had to learn how to deal with a six year old boy in the house. When his own children had been that age, he hadn't seen them very frequently as the divorce was underway when his eldest daughter turned six and Emily had been granted custody by the time his youngest turned six. Besides that, what little experience he had raising a six year old was with girls. It was turning that out that raising a six year old boy, or at least Jack, was very different from raising a six year old girl.

  Greg was also trying to wean himself from the pain pills. He was down to one dose a day, normally just before bed, so his back wouldn't seize up on him when he slept and it stayed still for a long time. He still got the occasional twinge in his back but he had gotten to the point where he was starting some stretching exercises for it. He was looking forward to being totally off the painkillers since he was close to having to go back to a normal schedule. He only had half a week left before he had to start working again.

  Jack had started back at school the day after he had dropped the bombshell on his mom and Greg. He was loving being back there. Evidently he loved to learn and the crap that his dad and stepmother had tried to 'teach' him had really irritated him. Jack had sat down with Greg and asked him question after question about what they had told him. A lot of them Jack could answer himself and when he found that Greg's answers agreed with his own Greg could almost see the trust between them growing. Those Jack couldn't answer himself Greg answered for him or told him that he didn't know the answer and that they could look it up online. Each time Greg gave that answer, he and Jack spent a while at the computer researching Jack's current question. When Greg had finally been off of the pain pills for a couple of days, he kept his promise and gave Jack a ride in the truck.

  Margaret was going to be back to putting in three short shifts at the library each week shortly. She would take shifts during the day when Jack was in school and she would try to work her schedule at the library around Jack's school schedule. Things seemed to be working out so well that Greg was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He didn't have to wait very long.

  It was three days before Greg had to return to work and they had just finished dinner. Greg and Jack were helping Margaret clean up after the meal. Greg had pointed out to Jack that it was only fair that if she cooked they should clean up. Margaret refused to let them do it on their own but she did allow them to help. The kitchen was hers now as far as Greg was concerned. Except for snacks, he didn't fix anything but coffee in there any more.

  As they were cleaning up the dinner dishes, the doorbell rang. Greg hurried out to answer it, prepared to tell off a salesman or proselytizer. When he opened the door he was greeted by the sight of his two daughters, each with two small suitcases. A noise from the street attracted his attention and he saw Emily's car pull out from the curb and accelerate away from the house. He looked down at the girls again:

  “Well, Ellen and Christine. I didn't expect you two but come on in.”

  Greg took a suitcase from each of then and allowed them to each carry one themselves. He walked into the house, only to find Jack and Margaret staring from the entry to the kitchen.

  “Margaret, Jack: these are my daughters. Ellen is the oldest, she's eleven now I think. Christine is the youngest, she's nine. Girls, meet Margaret and Jack, Jack is six.”

  “Who are they dad?” asked Ellen.

  “Well, your dad had a little excitement a couple of weeks back. He rescued some people from a burning house and these are the people I rescued. You can't see it now because it's dark but the house across the street is totally gone. They needed a place to stay so I offered my spare bedrooms.”

  “Oh yeah, we saw that in the paper. Christine even clipped out the picture and the article that went with it.”

  “Well, they'll be staying here for a while. It looks like your mom intends you to stay here for a while also.”

  “Yes, she told me to give you this.” Ellen said, holding out an envelope.

  Greg:

  I tried doing what was best for the girls by trying to get back with you but that didn't work. We don't have a place to stay anymore since I couldn't make the rent. The girls will have to stay with you, I'll find someplace for my
self.

  Emily...

  “What happened with your mom? She said in this letter that she didn't have money for the rent. The money I give her for child support for the two of you should've covered that even if there wasn't much left over.”

  “Mommy's been getting really weird lately dad.” answered Christine, “She's gotten really thin and has sores on her arms. We haven't been eating as much as normal lately and she's out of the house all the time, even in the middle of the night.”

  Margaret heard the statement and immediately headed for the kitchen, taking Jack with her. In just moments Greg heard pots being moved to the stove and he guessed that Margaret was going to make sure that the girls were well fed.

  “I think mom's started using drugs or something dad.” said Ellen, wide-eyed. “Sometimes she's just collapsed in a chair. Her eyes are wide open but even if you shake her you can't get her attention.”

  Greg was horrified. He had meant to check up on the girls but with everything else that had occurred recently it had slipped his mind. As long as the girls were still alright he'd be able to forgive himself but he wondered what else might have slipped his mind recently while he was on medication.

  “Are you two okay though? Aside from not getting as much to eat recently? It sounds like Margaret is working on taking care of that right now.”

  “We're fine dad, just a little freaked out. You know, it isn't every day you get ditched on your dad's doorstep without a word. She just told us to pack as much of our stuff as we wanted to keep and could fit in two suitcases. Then she handed me the letter as I was getting out of the car and told me to give it to you.”

  “Well, I'm sorry that it happened the way it did. Your mom didn't say anything to me about having you two here though and we talked less than two weeks back. You caught me by surprise.”

  Jack walked back out and introduced himself to the girls again. He surprised them by offering to shake hands with them, which they accepted. Then he started telling them about the spaghetti Margaret was making for them.