“You are too big for that momma.” Jeffrey chuckled.
“Yeah, mom. You are about to pop.”
She laughed at her son. “Where did you hear that from?”
“The guys at the store. They said that you were going to pop. One of them said that his wife got so big that he could have rolled her like a ball. Pretty funny huh? You would be a big ball momma.” He laughed when she tried to catch him.
“You little sneak. I’ll get you. Come here you.” She sat back when she felt the baby move to one side. “She is definitely gonna be a fighter.” She laughed as she rubbed where she could feel the baby pressing against her stomach.
“Yep. She will definitely be feisty like her momma.”
She swatted at him. “Only when you give me reason, stink.”
“Can I feel her momma?” She nodded and patted the ground next to her. She watched as Travis’ eyes grew wide when he felt the kick against his hand. He had felt the baby kick numerous times, but it was always a new experience for him every time. “Wow. Hello, there little sister. I can’t wait until you’re here. We are going to have so much fun. We can play in the mud and all kinds of stuff.”
Charlotte smiled over at Jeffrey then. She didn’t have the heart to tell her son that his little sister might not want to play in the mud like little boys did.
“Next we will have a little boy,” He said to her. His face was completely serious as he looked at first her and then Jeffrey.
“Oh really? Well, how about we worry about you two right now and then we can go from there.”
“Ok. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Dad said that we had to unpack the bag for you. He had something special in your bag of chips.” His eyes widened at his words and then he looked heartbroken as he looked over at Jeffrey. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything was I?”
Jeffrey laughed then. “It’s ok buddy. Come on.”
Charlotte sat there quietly as Travis brought her the small bag of chips. As she pulled one out, she could see the light sparkle inside the plastic. She gasped slowly as she pulled the diamond ring from the bag.
“Momma marry Jeffrey, please.”
Both Charlotte and Jeffrey laughed at her son’s exuberance. She looked up to see Jeffrey smiling at her. “Marry me, please? Just as Travis said.”
“Of course I will.”
“Yippee!” Travis jumped up and down on the blanket then. “I just knew it was a good plan, dad.”
“I know, buddy.”
Charlotte looked at the two men in front of her and knew that for the first time in a long time she was happy and just where she was meant to be.
The End of the Story
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Book 71: Her Vegas Sensual Night
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This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
My bedroom walls shook as the train rolled by. I hated living so close to the tracks, but rent was cheap, and you’d get used to it, my mother always said when I complained. I hadn’t gotten used to it, but I stopped complaining.
I shoved my pillow over my head, growled, and kicked my feet against the mattress as I let out a squeal. My eyes were still heavy, not wanting to open for the day. Screaming coming from the room beside me where my mother and her new husband Gary fought all night had kept me up.
It was quiet now, thankfully. I shoved the covers from my body, and forced myself to get out of bed.
My mother’s bedroom door was open, and I could see her foot dangling from the mattress where she’d finally passed out from her drunken rage. I slipped into the bathroom, shutting, and locking the door behind me, and took a long, hot shower.
I looked in the mirror. I didn’t look any different than I had when I’d gone to bed. I was an adult, legal, eighteen. Only a week left in school, and I had no idea what I was going to do. All I did know, is I wanted out of here.
I knew my mom was still sleeping, and that she’d probably forgotten my birthday, but I was still hopeful as I walked towards the kitchen. Maybe she left me a stack of pancakes from the diner in the microwave, or a card with a few bucks in it to buy myself something nice.
The only thing I found in the kitchen was my stepdad Gary. He was shirtless, sitting at the small kitchen table in the center of the room reading a newspaper.
He grinned when I entered, his eyes lingering on my breasts, making my nipples shrivel as he stared. I opened the microwave, looked around, and found nothing that could be birthday related.
Lana Maples, my mother, was a drunk, an angry woman that never spent any time trying to teach me right from wrong. The only one in my life that had ever shown me any love was my grandmother. Since Lana moved us from Phoenix to Sacramento, there were no more birthdays, no more hugs, and no grandma. I missed her desperately.
“You lookin’ for something?” Gary grunted, pushing his paper onto the table, and letting his dark eyes stare into mine.
“No,” I said softly, not willing to let him see my disappointment.
He laughed, scooting back his chair from the table. “It’s your birthday today?” he exclaimed, suddenly his face lit up with excitement.
My heart raced as he stared at me. He’d warned me about this day. The day I’d become a woman. “Finally a woman. And, just in time,” he spoke through his greasy lips. I hated him.
“Where’s mom?” I snipped, hoping that’d shut him up.
His legs parted in the chair, and his hands patted on his lap. “Come have a seat. I have your present for you right here,” he laughed, his half-hard cock pushing against his loose basketball shorts.
“Fuck you, Gary,” I snarled, rushing towards my mother’s bedroom.
“Mom,” I shook the sleeping drunk without any result.
I shook her again, this time harder. “Mom!” I cried out.
Her eyes opened as she rolled over to her side. “What the fuck?” she mumbled.
“It’s my birthday. I want to go buy some new clothes,” I whined.
Lana Maples sat up, rubbing her eyes with both fists. Her stare was dreadfully cold, and the tightness of her lips created thin lines above her mouth that made her look older than she actually was. “You have a job,” she snapped.
“It’s my birthday,” I said, rolling my eyes in her direction.
“Tell Gary to give you some money,” she mumbled, falling back onto her pillow.
“Mom. He’s being creepy,” I whispered.
Her eyes pierced into mine with a hatred I could almost taste. “He’s a man. Why don’t you put on some fucking clothes instead of shorts so short you can see your pussy?” she growled.
A fucking man. Somehow, Lana always made it my fault when Gary said, or done anything creepy. I was dressed fine, no different than any other girl my age in California. “Just forget it,” I huffed, slamming my mother’s bedroom door as I left.
“She’s a piece of work, your mother,” Gary said, leaning against the front door.
It was the only thing he and I ever agreed on, was my mother’s bad behavior. “I’ll give ya some money for clothes,” he said sweetly, reaching into his shorts pocket, and pulling out a wad of cash.
I watched as he counted out twenties, handing me ten of them. When I took the money from his extended hand, he gripped my wrist, pulling me in close enough to smell his alcohol soaked breath. “You’re not a little girl no more, Penny. That sweet little pussy of yours is finally ready for a man, a real man,” he whispered.
His tight
grip was hurting my wrist as I struggled to pull away. “You’re mothers become pretty useless to me, so it’s your turn to step up and pay your share of the bills around here,” his hot breath rolled over me, surrounding in me a cloud of filth.
“I’ll pick up more hours at the diner,” I mumbled, knowing that money wasn’t what he expected.
His eyes brightened, and a chuckle escaped his lips. “I have all the money I need,” he said, pulling me in closer.
My mother’s bedroom door opened, and Gary quickly released me from his clenches. “Did you give her some fuckin’ money?” Lana growled.
“Yah. She’s all set,” he responded.
“Buy something pretty,” he winked at me as I rushed from our small apartment.
I felt dirty and disgusting with his scent still lingering under my nostrils. I had to get out of there, any way I could. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Gary would simply take what he expected from me.
Chapter Two
The mall was crowded for a Sunday afternoon, and my beat up pickup truck drew a ton of attention as it backfired through the parking lot.
I ran a brush through my hair to soften it from where it’d air-dried. Gary’s money was shoved into my handbag, and I was on a mission. I did need something sexy, but for not for Gary, for Scott, my high school sweetheart.
I browsed through my favorite store at the cute little sundresses and matching sandals. Scott would love to see me in one of those.
“Can I help you find something?” A salesgirl with a tight brown ponytail asked. Her smile was warm, but I knew it was fake. She worked on commission, and in my torn cut-off jean shorts, frayed tank top, and unlaced Converse, I didn’t exactly scream I have money to blow,” I always felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when the saleswomen would approach me with that same fake smile.
“No, thank you,” I said softly, giving her my own fake, warm smile.
I took the white sundress from the rack, the one with small yellow embroidered flowers, and selected the matching sandals in my size. I knew the white would show off my golden California tan, and the small yellow accents would bring out my golden hair. Scott wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I’ll try this,” I said, the saleswoman still eyeing me like she feared I’d shove something in my purse.
She seemed surprised by my selection, smiling with what appeared to be more sincerity as she opened the dressing room door.
Slipping on the dress, my attitude changed almost instantly. It was a beautiful dress, and not made of the cheap material most of my clothes were. It felt rich.
I spun around in the cramped dressing room space, turning my head to watch in the large mirrors as the material flowed up into the air and twirled with my body. I loved it. Scott was gonna love it.
I came out of the dressing room still wearing the dress and sandals. My old clothes were stuffed into my purse, and I began browsing through the sexy panties displayed neatly on a large shelf.
The saleslady walked towards me, her smile looking more forced than ever as she swallowed so hard I could hear it. “I’m sorry. You can’t wear the clothes around the store,” she said quietly, as if to avoid embarrassing me. I wasn’t embarrassed. In that dress, I felt more confidence than I’d ever felt.
I snatched the tag from the side of the dress, ripping it loose from the material with one smooth tug. I reached down, done the same to the sandals, and handed them to the woman. “I’m just looking for some sexy panties. You can ring these up. I’ll be right over,” I said with a bright smile.
She looked surprised, but delighted as she took the tags and disappeared to the counter. I had just enough of the two-hundred dollars Gary had given me to add one pair of sexy panties to my ensemble, and maybe one of the small perfumes sold at the counter.
I settled on the white lace thong, and set it on the counter next to my tags. “Would you like a bag for your clothes?” the woman asked.
I nodded, pushing my old clothes into their fancy bag, and then picked up one of the perfumes from the counter. It was sweet, like vanilla cookies. “I’ll take this too,” I said, pushing it towards the woman.
“Two-hundred, and twelve dollars,” she said, almost apologetically.
I pulled out the money from Gary, and then counted out twelve singles from my diner tips, handing it to the woman.
I received a few stares as I left the mall, unlike the ones I’d received on my way in. People smiled in my direction, and a couple men rubbernecked to get a good look. I knew I looked good. I felt amazing.
Once in the truck, I slid my panties from under the dress, sliding them from my feet. I pulled the tags from the new pair, and slid them onto my body. Even they felt rich.
A few squirts of the perfume around my neck, and on my wrists, and I was ready to go find Scott. At least he would remember my birthday.
Chapter Three
Scott’s house was on the other side of town, the part without train tracks, large brick apartment buildings that were run down, and dirt patches where gardens or parks used to be. It was nice. It was different.
As soon as I pulled into his neighborhood, my truck seemed to be a giant eyesore. It backfired as I pulled in front of his house, a cute two-story home with tan siding, and brick wrap around the front.
His red Camaro sat in the driveway, the car he’d received for his sixteenth birthday. His life was much different than mine. I envied the normality.
“Good afternoon, Penny. You look so nice,” Mrs. Carson said, Scott’s perfect mother.
“Thank you,” I said softly, coming into the house as she left.
“Scott’s upstairs. Will you be here for dinner? I’m going to the store now,” she asked.
“I have to work,” I regretfully declined. Mrs. Carson’s cooking reminded me of my grandmother’s, and I hated to miss out. But, duty calls. My shift at the diner would bring me at least another fifty or sixty bucks towards my goal of earning enough to be out on my own.
I waved goodbye to the perfectly dressed woman, wishing my mother could’ve been more like her. “Scott,” I called up the stairs as I made my way to his room.
Music was blaring from his room as I opened the door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, a book in his lap, and a drumstick in each hand. I watched for a moment as his shaggy blonde hair bounced as he played his air drums to the heavy metal music coming from his stereo.
He looked embarrassed as his bright blue eyes lifted upward, and stopped on mine. “Hey,” he said, leaning over to turn the stereo off.
“Hey,” I said, smiling wide at his pink cheeks.
“Wow,” he said, giving me a once over.
Now my cheeks were turning pink. “You like it?” I asked.
“Fuck yah, I do,” he said, quickly lifting from the bed, and moving towards me.
My heart fluttered, and my pussy twitched as his strong arms gripped me by the waist, and pulled me into him.
“You smell like cookies,” he grinned, his plump lips curling into a delicious smile.
“It’s a new perfume,” I explained, giggling as he nibbled on my neck.
“I could just eat you up,” he growled.
A tingle between my legs was immediate, and my nipples hardened against the smoothness of the dress fabric.
Scott’s mouth gently bit into my neck, causing me to let out a squeal. He pulled back, staring into my eyes. “You really look amazing, Penny,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I’d expected a ‘happy birthday’, a card, or maybe even plans to take me to lunch before work, but it seemed Scott had forgotten my eighteenth birthday.
He spun me around, walking me towards the bed with his arms still wrapped tightly around me. The back of my legs hit the mattress, bending me backwards and gently onto the mattress of his soft bed.
Scott stood over me, staring at me with hunger and intent. The passion in his eyes soothed the pain in my heart, and the hard cock beneath his jeans created an
ache in my pussy. He leaned forward, kissing me gently on the lips. His tongue was so soft, so sensual, as it entangled around mine that I forgot about my own birthday. I was just happy to be in his arms. Graduation coming soon, and then we could plan our life together.
He slid down my body, letting his weight push me deeper into the soft mattress. His mouth rolled hot breath onto my thighs, tickling my skin, and teasing my pussy as his hands pushed open my legs to reveal my new white lacey panties.
His lips pressed against the lace, kissing softly the skin that now swelled beneath them. “Happy birthday,” he whispered, his hands slowly sliding my panties away from my skin to reveal my swollen plump pussy lips.
My heart pounded hard in my chest, swelling with love as he let me know he hadn’t forgotten my special day.
Before I could thank him, his tongue buried deep into my pussy, sucking out the juices he’d stirred as moans escaped my throat.
Scott had been my first love, my first everything, so even without comparison, I knew he was the best lover in the entire world. The way his tongue skillfully rolled in and out of my cunt, teasing my clit with quick flicks, he had to be the best. I couldn’t imagine anyone making me feel better than he could.
My hips rocked towards him, rolling forward to arch my back as he sucked in my swollen clit. His tongue massaged me, pleasured me, and brought me closer and closer to orgasm as my head grew light and dizzy.
“Let it go, birthday girl,” he whispered, taking a break from sucking my sensitive skin.
A finger slid between my legs as Scott’s eyes pushed into mine. He worked it slowly at first, in and out, and then lowered back down to continue sucking my clit while his finger fucked my tight hole.
I wasn’t sure why I always fought my orgasm, but I did. Scott wasn’t going to let me fight it much longer, he was obviously on a mission to bring me to climax, and my body was reacting just as he intended.
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