"The Start of Something New" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Is it different when it's two people?" Craig asked Marie about sex. "I mean, different than when you are alone?"

Marie's lips spread wide in a smile, knowing that the teen was referring to masturbation. Never in her life had she ever imagined having such a conversation with a person of the male persuasion. She'd had similar conversations with other females before, but they'd either been women with whom she herself was having sex or women who she was training for sex, for her then-Master or other patron who wanted a servant who wasn't entirely naive on the topic.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Craig?" Marie asked in a softness that was nearly a whisper. She added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want ... but ... you can ask me without being embarrassed. It's just between the two of us."

She leaned in a bit closer, asking, "Do you touch yourself ... down there--" She waggled a finger toward his crotch. "--to make yourself feel good." Then quickly, she said, "There's nothing wrong with it if you do, Craig. I mean, everyone does it. You if you do ... your dad..." She hesitated, smiling ever so slightly before finishing, "...me."

 

[HumanBean]

"Can I ask you a personal question, Craig?" Marie asked.

"Sure," Craig answered. He had no reason to say no.

"Do you touch yourself ... down there--" she asked, gesturing toward his groin. "--to make yourself feel good."

This time, Craig didn't respond. He knew that masturbating was private. His father had walked up on Craig once while he'd had his cock in his hand. Robert had told him that there was nothing wrong with what he was doing, so long as he did it in private and so long as his work was done.

Marie even repeated what his father had told him with, "There's nothing wrong with it if you do, Craig."

That was reassuring. But then she added, "I mean, everyone does it. You if you do ... your dad..." She smiled. "...me."

Craig smiled, asking in whisper, "Really?"

He didn't understand how that worked. Girls didn't have a penis, so what did they do? He wanted to ask Marie about it, but then the whole privacy issue came back to him.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Really?" Craig asked when Marie said that everyone masturbated.

Marie chuckled. "Of course. It feels good ... very good if done right." She was s of orgasms, of course, wondering whether our not Craig was familiar with the word. She wondered, Just how much has your father taught you ... or not?

Marie leaned in a bit closer, smiling knowingly as she asked, "How often do masturbate...?" She wasn't sure whether Craig even knew that word and clarified, "Touch yourself, down there, for pleasure?"

She didn't know whether or not Craig would answer her, and if he did, would it be an honest answer?

 

[HumanBean]

Craig blushed a fiery red when Marie asked him how often he masturbated.

"That's personal," he objected, hesitating a long moment before he meekly asked, "Isn't it? I mean, dad, he sort of caught me once doing, you know. And here said it was a private thing. So..."

Craig didn't think he should tell Marie. And yet he did. "Most of the time. I mean, most days. Once a day, most days."

He only just now realized that he was hard as a rock. Sitting, it wasn't very noticeable, he hoped. Marie had said that masturbating wasn't wrong. But Craig wanting to know whether he was different than other men and asked, "Is that a lot? Too much?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Marie was conflicted about how to answer Craig's question as to whether daily masturbation was a lot ... too much. She didn't want to embarrass him by saying what she was really thinking -- Oh, hell yeah! -- nor did she want to offend him for asking him to speak freely, only to laugh at him.

At the same time, she could understand why her beat his meat so much: he had no actual real world experience with sex, women, relationships, etc.; how was her supposed to understand what was or wasn't too much regarding any topic?

"No, Craig," Marie answered. "I don't think it's too much. I mean, as long as it isn't getting in the way of your getting things done that need to get done ... or taking attention away from you and your dad being close as father and son ... or ... are you doing educational stuff...? I mean, learning, from books or from your dad about the world?"

 

[HumanBean]

Craig wasn't sure whether or not he believed Marie when she said, "No, Craig, I don't think it's too much."

She expressed his need not to let touching himself get in the way of other things. His father had said the same thing, of course.

Then Marie asked, "...are you doing educational stuff...? I mean, learning, from books or from your dad about the world?"

"Sure, a little," he rambled out an answer. His mind was still on masturbating, his erection, and how he desperately needed some privacy to put the two together at this very moment. He saw what looked like an expectant expression on Marie's face. "Oh, um, sure, when Dad and Mom first came out here, they brought a lot of books for me. Of course, I was only two, and they didn't know how long we'd be stuck out here, so most of them were children's books."

Craig heard his father curse to himself out in the field and called, "You okay?"

Robert waved him off, lifting the broken handle of a shovel and calling back, "Time for a break anyway."

As he watched his father abandon his work to pour some cold water over his head from a bucket, he returned to his conversation with Marie. "But Mom was a teacher, and she'd brought a whole bunch of paper with her. A couple of boxes, along with boxes of pencils, pens, markers, everything. Over the years before she died, she wrote hundreds and hundreds of pages of lessons for me. Math, science, spelling. She wrote hundreds of recipes, too, all stuff that we could make with what he had here.

"Of course, she died before she could get to the stuff for when I was older," Craig continued, his tone and expression now a bit more solemn. "Dad did his best to teach me more. Do you know about algebra, trigonometry, and chemistry? I'm learning those now. Have been for a while, but really, there's not much use for some of it. We use the math stuff all the time. Not so much the chemistry."

"Whatcha all talking about?" Robert asked when he was about 50 feet from them.

"Math and science and stuff," Craig answered. He looked to Marie and whispered with great hope, "The other stuff...?"

"You 'bout done with the butter there, Marie?" he asked stepping up to check on the churn's contents. He tasted the contents for flavor and consistency, made a conspicuous mmmm sound, and told her, "Better than Craig's ever made."

"Hey!" his son objected before laughing. He tasted it, too, shrugged, and said, "Okay, yeah. You're right."

"It's gonna rain," Robert said, pointing off to the west. A thick, black raincloud was coming into view over the trees that flanked the edge of the gorge. "Let's get all the tools inside and call it a day. Get the animals inside and fed."

Craig hopped right up, heading away to get his work done. He'd always hated working in wet clothes.

As Robert helped Marie with the churn and the other butter-making devices and ingredients, he probed, "What did the two of you talk about all this time?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

As his father walked up, Craig looked to Marie and -- speaking of their conversation about masturbation -- whispered, "The other stuff...?"

Marie shook her head, then whispered, "Between the two of us."

Robert sent his son off to get some work done before the rain hit, asking, "What did the two of you talk about all this time?"

"Sex," Marie said without hesitation, followed by a loud laugh. "I was telling Craig more about the girls he might meet, and he was telling me about the education that you and your wife prepared for him. I think that's incredible, I really do. Fore thought. That's what that was."

Then remembering the subjects of which Craig spoke, Marie said, "Honestly, I'd very much enjoy learning some of that myself. My mother was a language teacher, mostly because of our diverse family background and all the languages my grandparents and uncles and aunts and such spoke. But math and science weren't her thing. Oh, I can count, and I can do long division. I know my fractions. But algebra? And I don't even know what trigonometry is. Heard of it. Done it? Not a chance."

They talked more about education, and the opportunities Marie might have here as they picked everything thing up and headed inside. No sooner had they gotten everything where it needed to be then Marie surprised Robert by leaping up into him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and kissing him passionately.

"I've been wanting to do that all morning," she told him between a kiss and a soft bite of his lower lip. She pressed her crotch into him, rubbing up and down before falling back to her feet, laughing. "I want you so bad. Badly! I think that's the right word, not bad."

Marie laughed at her little grammatic correction as she backed away, looking out the window and seeing Craig running up to the house quickly. She pointed a finger toward Robert's groin, saying about his sudden erection, "Best do something to hide that before your son sees it."

Again, she laughed as she turned to the kitchen, saying, "I'll get started on dinner."

 

[HumanBean]

When Robert asked Marie what she and Craig had been speaking about, she very quickly said, "Sex."

Robert's surprise was obvious. So was Marie's laugh. She told him they'd been talking about girls and education. That satisfied Robert's curiosity. He would have been shocked to know what they'd really been talking about in addition to this.

"Honestly, I'd very much enjoy learning some of that myself," Marie said about math and science.

"I'd be more than happy to teach you that," Robert said. "Carolyn was the real teacher in the family, but she did her best to prepare me to teach our son, so I could probably teach you."

A bit later, Marie was suddenly all over Robert. Oh, he enjoyed it, of course. That didn't mean that he didn't look to the window for his son, though. After they separated, Marie pointed to his hard-on, telling him, "Best do something to hide that before your son sees it."

He reached down and shifted his cock to a less obvious position. But the tenting of the front of his loose-fitting jeans was still too obvious. When Craig suddenly burst through the door, Robert chose to take his seat until his erection waned.

"I'll get started on dinner," Marie told the pair.

Robert peeled potatoes while he talked to the pair about what he'd gotten done in the garden ahead of the rain. After they finished dinner, the guys taught Marie a card game that had been a family favorite of Robert of Carolyn, one that he'd then taught the aging Craig.

After that, the teen dug out some of the homemade textbooks that his mother had created. They were very worn from use. Craig had gone through them not just once but several times, usually every winter to refresh his memory.

"Teach me some of the languages you know," Craig begged Marie after a while.

They selected items from around the house and had Marie teach them both what they were called in Spanish, which she explained was the most common second language they might run into out in the world.

Eventually, it was time to end another day. They all headed for their assigned sleeping places, and the night came to a close.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The next day:

The morning began as they always did, except that the driving rain that had only gotten worse with sunup kept the trio from heading out into the garden after breakfast. Instead, Marie convinced Robert to open one of the math books to begin her education.

"Back one more," Marie said for the fourth time when they realize that the current lesson was beyond her knowledge. "This is becoming vergonzoso ... embarrassing," she told him, incorporating a bit of Spanish as well."

They finally found a sweet spot in Algebra with which Marie was comfortable. She listened to Robert's instructions, successfully completed some problems, and even took a short test, which she aced.

"Okay, that's better," she said proudly. They gave that up and turned to cooking, baking, and house work instead. When Craig needed to check the traps -- rain or shine, it had to be done -- Marie asked, "Can I take a bath? I really need one."

She had put extra water on the stove earlier, knowing she was going to propose this. They filled the tub, and Marie began undressing before Robert departed.

"You can stay if you wish," Marie suggested, smirking devilishly. "In fact, you can join me if you wish."

She would continue stripping until she was naked if Robert didn't leave. If he did turn to go, she would sweeten the offer by suggesting a blowjob.

 

[HumanBean]

"This is becoming vergonzoso ... embarrassing," Marie said. She was talking about not understanding the level of math Robert was attempting to teach her.

"Don't be embarrassed," he stressed. "We only know what we know. You can't be blamed for not understanding what you were never taught."

Craig went to check the traps, leaving the other two alone. Marie asked, "Can I take a bath? I really need one."

"Yes, you do," Robert teased. He sniffed at his own underarm, grimaced, and suggested, "Maybe I should join you."

He laughed. There was no way of getting away with that, he thought. He helped Marie prepare the tub, sneaking an erotic kiss before saying, "Maybe one day we won't have to keep this secret."

Marie began undressing before Robert, saying, "You can stay if you wish. In fact, you can join me if you wish."

She continued stripping as Robert watched from just out of arm's reach. As she shed her bra and panties, revealing her naked body, Robert stepped closer. He reached out a hand, caressing it up her belly to gently grope a firm breast. The other hand found Marie's cheek, pulling their faces together for a kiss.

As their lips parted, Marie offered Robert a blowjob. He smiled, delighted at the thought. Still, he said after another wet, passionate kiss, "Not right now. Craig."

Just speaking his name seemed to tell Marie what he'd needed her to know. Robert stepped back reluctantly, grimacing playfully as he looked Marie up and down.

Then, with a sigh, he turned to leave her to her bath.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Not right now," Robert responded to Marie's offer of a blowjob.

She understood the time constraint, even if it disappointed her. As he stepped back, she playfully caressed her hands over her womanly features, teasing him. "You sure?" The fingers of one hand slipped between her thighs, then between her labia, rubbing up and down before rising to her mouth, where she sucked her fingers suggestively.

But it was to no avail, leading Marie to laugh and say, "Oh, well." She climbed into the tub gingerly, the water just a tad bit too hot to simply drop inside. She told him, "I'm going to soak for a while. I haven't been this stiff and sore in a long time."

The work she'd been doing for the last couple of years had sometimes been strenuous but never like digging in the field or churning the butter. Marie didn't understand how the two men could work so hard each and every day like they did. She cleaned off with the homemade bar of soap and a rag, then laid back and soaked as she'd said she would. When the first chill from the water temperature dropping hit her, Marie emerged, dried, dressed from the closet of Carolyn's clothes, pulled her hair back into a stretchy band also from the closet, and headed back out into the other room.

 

[HumanBean]

Robert and Craig had a simple late lunch made and on the table by the time that Marie emerged from the bedroom. Each of the men gave her a conspicuous up and down study as she neared them. Ironically, each of them also restrained themselves from making a comment about how good she looked, despite each of them wanting to.

Robert was still finding it hard to see the young woman in his wife's clothing, despite having told Marie that she was very welcome to anything in the closet. On the other hand, Craig hadn't yet recalled Marie wearing any specific wardrobe item such that it brought back memories of his mother.

They sat, ate, and talked on multiple topics, as they always did at meals. As they began on dessert and a lull occurred, Craig took the opportunity to ask his father with a hopeful tone, "So, have you decided whether or not we're going to that town Marie lived in? You know, to get supplies and...?"

Robert smiled wide, filling in, "And a girlfriend for you, son?"

Craig had already begun to blush even before Robert finished his sentence for him. He growled softly, "Dad!"

"Yes, we're going," Robert said with an immediate and definitive tone. He looked to his son for his reaction and found joy in the teen's face. He looked to Marie, wondering what he'd find there, too. He presumed she'd been tickled as well as it had been her idea. He looked back to Craig and reminded him, "And by we I'm speaking of Marie and I, not you."

Again, Craig growled, "Dad!"

But Robert held an extended finger up to silence him, saying firmly, "One word more about you going, and I'll cancel this thing altogether."

Craig went silent, stuffing his mouth with food just in case he lost control and words came out. Robert looked to Marie again, wondering what she thought about his decision. Then looking back to Craig, he said, "But you will go with us a part of the way."

"Really?" Craig said with excitement, crumbs from his nut flour bread spraying from his mouth. He apologized, then asked, "How far?"

"To this side of the river that Marie swam down to get here," Robert said. He looked to the female at the table again, informing her, "I know what river you're talking about, of course. I was coming to this area for years before the virus sent us here for good. I know the river and its landings pretty well. I think I have just the point for us to cross. Of course, it's April, and the river's high with snow melt and rain from upland. But I'm sure that one of the three landings that I'm thinking of will be safe enough to be a launch point."

They finished their late lunch and pulled out a map of the area. Robert showed the landings he was speaking about. Marie showed them where the walled portion of the city was that they had to get into. Looking at it all, Robert thought they had a good chance of getting to the walled city. He still didn't like the idea of turning Marie over for a form of reward.

"We're going to look for a way to get inside without giving you up," he stressed with a firm tone. Then, hesitating to contemplate the less preferred option, he admitted, "But there are a lot of things that could prevent that from going our way, so if we have to, we'll go with your idea."

The rain had stopped during their conversation. The three of them went outside to do the chores and check the traps one last time before sundown. They barely finished their duties before the sun fell beyond the ravine flanking tree line, causing the temperature to drop dramatically.

They prepared a light dinner, seeing how lunch had only taken place three hours earlier. They sat at the fire eating, once again chatting about the upcoming mission. Suddenly, Craig asked, "If one of Marie's friends wants to come back here and be my friend, you know, my girlfriend..."

He paused to look between the other two before continuing while looking at Marie, "Who's girlfriend will you be?"

Robert listened to his son (OOC: and Marie?), then hesitantly said, "Well, son, I was thinking. If Marie didn't mind, if she had any interest in it, I was sort of thinking that maybe she might want to be my girlfriend."

He looked to Marie, adding, "I mean, if you have any interest."

Before Marie could respond, though, Craig asked with a tentative voice, "Dad, what about mom?"

Robert had expected this, of course. He considered his words, again, and said, "Son, I loved your mother very much when she was still with us. I still love her today. She loved me, and if she could speak to us from Heaven, I think she'd say she still loved me, just as she would say that she still loves you."

Craig surprised Robert by inserting, "But she'd dead."

Robert's heart rolled anxiously. Even though he and Craig reminisced about Carolyn frequently, they rarely spoke of her as being dead. Robert confirmed, "Yes, your mother is dead..."

He was contemplating the words to use to tell his son that Carolyn would want him to find a new partner when Craig suddenly said, "Mom would want you to be happy, even if that meant having a new girlfriend--"

Then, the teen looked Marie in the eyes and finished, "--or new wife."

Robert couldn't help but chuckle at his son's understanding. He would never have expected that from Craig. The boy simply didn't have any experience with love, lust, relationships, or anything related to them. The only memories he had of Robert and Carolyn's relationship were either the stories Robert had told him over the years or the deeply engrained memories of the pair from when he was in the single digits ages prior to Carolyn's death.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"So, have you decided whether or not we're going to that town Marie lived in?" Craig asked Robert, surprising Marie with his abruptness. "You know, to get supplies and...?"

Marie caught onto what Craig was insinuating just as his father added, "And a girlfriend for you, son?"

She laughed with a mouthful of milk, nearly spitting it all about herself. She swallowed, saying simply, "Sorry."

Craig was surprised as well, chastising his father with "Dad!"

The surprises kept coming, though, with Robert telling the two of them that he had decided to make the trip to the city. They talked about it for several minutes over an old map of the region. Marie used one of the charcoal pencils Robert had created months or years earlier for his son's studies to draw what she could about what they could expect, including the wall around the protected part of the city, the towers, the roads that were open or closed, the portion of the town outside the wall that was occupied, and the path that she thought she'd taken to escape.

"I did this all at night," she explained, "but I'm pretty sure that this is right. I remember..." She continued, speaking about roads, streams, ravines, and structures that she'd seen during her escape.

The surprises hadn't run out, though, as Craig spoke of his hopeful girlfriend, then looked to Marie and asked, "Who's girlfriend will you be?"

She laughed, this time without a mouthful of milk or food, and answered, "Well, Craig ... I don't have to be anyone's girlfriend. A girl doesn't have to have a boyfriend any more than a boy has to have a girlfriend. It's a choice whether to be with someone or not, not a requirement."

Marie couldn't tell whether or not Craig fully understood that or not. Before he could make any sort of a response, though, his father said, "Well, son, I was thinking. If Marie didn't mind, if she had any interest in it, I was sort of thinking that maybe she might want to be my girlfriend."

Marie had been looking at Robert as he spoke the words, her eyes widening and her heart pounding a bit faster. She peeked to Craig and found his eyes and even his mouth opening wider, too. Robert then said to Marie, "I mean, if you have any interest."

Craig beat her reply with "Dad, what about mom?"

Marie listened to the two as they talked about Carolyn and about what she had meant to the them prior to her untimely death. Marie could feel the love Robert still had for the woman and she could see that love in Craig's conspicuous expressions and body language.

Then, Craig bluntly said, "But she'd dead."

Robert confirmed, "Yes, your mother is dead..."

And Craig just as firmly offered, "Mom would want you to be happy, even if that meant having a new girlfriend ... or new wife."

Robert chuckled at the word wife, a response that Marie nearly duplicated but instead replaced with a smile.

Before either of them could continue, Marie spoke up. "Craig, I would be very honored to be your father's girlfriend ... if you were accepting of that. I think that your father is a very good man ... a very good father ... and, although I think it's a bit too early to be thinking of marriage, I think that he would be a very good husband, too."

This particular evening, Marie and Craig were sitting at their respective ends of the same couch. She moved a bit closer to the teen and took his hand, squeezing it as she continued, "But I would have to know that you are absolutely accepting of me being your father's partner ... girlfriend, wife ... whatever. Is this something that would make you happy?"

The thought in Marie's mind that was jumping up and down, waving its hands over its head while screaming Call on me! Call on me! was the fact that she'd just recently had a conversation with the teen about masturbation and that Marie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Craig had sexual desires for her, feelings that an 18-year-old shouldn't have for his new stepmother.

Of course, that last part wasn't actually that uncommon. Sons often had yearnings for their father's young new wives; daughters often had them for their mother's new beaus, too, sometimes regardless of whether he was younger or older than their now-absent fathers.

 

[HumanBean]

"Craig, I would be very honored to be your father's girlfriend ... if you were accepting of that," Marie said. She spoke of how Robert was a good man, saying, "I think that he would be a very good husband, too."

But she made clear to Craig that she wouldn't invite this without his blessing. "Is this something that would make you happy?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation. "Absolutely. I think the two of you would be good for each other."

Craig was giving his blessing for his father to be Marie's boyfriend despite the fact that the simple act of Marie taking his hand in her own was causing him to get an erection. He was thankful that he was sitting and had an old, raggedy quilt laying in his lap. (Ironically, it was the one that Marie had stolen before she'd joined the household.)

"And since I'm going to have a girlfriend soon," he went on with that hopeful tone from earlier, "I think dad should have one, too." He looked to his father, asking, "Right?"

"Sure, son," Robert said, smiling. "I think it would be nice to have a girlfriend. And I think Marie is nice. And I think she would make a nice girlfriend."

Ironically, Robert's cock was getting hard, too. Unknown to his son, of course, he already knew what it felt like to be inside the young beauty. He couldn't wait to be inside her again and wondered if this conversation meant that he could be inside her tonight? Could they start sleeping together immediately, tonight? No, of course not. They had to wait. But how long? Until Craig also had a beautiful young thing to put his one cock into?

What happened if they got into and out of the city with one of Marie's friends only to find out that she had no interest in being Craig's lover. Robert knew that his son was handsome. He was fit, smart, eager, hard working. He actually reminded Robert of himself at that age, though, Robert himself had been sticking his cock inside warm, wet pussies since he'd turned 15.

Still, there was always the possibility that whoever this girl or young woman was that Marie picked out for his son might have little or no interest in Craig. What then? Did Robert give Marie to Craig? The two of them had already discussed whether or not she should introduce the teen to the wonders of sex. Hell, Robert had okayed it even.

Let it go for now, you worry wart, Robert told himself. He looked between the two of them, saying, "I don't know about the two of you, but I'm tired. I think I'm going to hit the sack early."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"I think the two of you would be good for each other," Craig told Marie. Then he returned to the part of the upcoming mission that was the most important part to him personally, "And since I'm going to have a girlfriend soon, I think dad should have one, too." He looked to his father, asking, "Right?"

Robert agreed, "Sure, son."

He spoke of Marie being nice, which made her smile. She was thinking the same thing Robert was: Does this mean we can sleep together tonight and fuck? She was even less hopeful that that was going to happen then Robert was. The last thing Marie wanted was for Craig to know that his father had already partaken of her sexually.

"I don't know about the two of you, but I'm tired," Robert told them as he rose. "I think I'm going to hit the sack early."

"I'm pretty beat, too," Marie agreed, standing and asking Craig to help her get the mattress out from behind the couch. They pushed the furniture apart as normal and made her bed, after which Marie moved up to Craig to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You're a good kid, Craig. You're a good man. Any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend, and I'm going to make sure that you get the best there is to have."

She was ready to call it a night if the two of them had nothing else that needed to be said or done.

 

[HumanBean]

"You're a good kid, Craig," Marie said as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. She corrected, "You're a good man."

Craig appreciated that correction. No one really ever called him kid. His father rarely used the word, and there obviously hadn't been anyone else her to use it. But he knew that it was basically the same thing as calling him a boy. And Craig didn't want Marie calling him a boy.

"Any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend," Marie continued, "and I'm going to make sure that you get the best there is to have."

"What about you?" Craig said softly. He caught Marie's reaction, looked to the bedroom doorway to ensure his father wasn't standing in it listening, then looked back to Marie. In a softer voice, he continued, "I really do think that you and my dad should be girlfriend and boyfriend. But..."

He wasn't sure whether he should say what was on his mind. It just sounded so wrong. Still, he forced himself to continue. "I was really hoping that you and I would be boyfriend and girlfriend."

Craig paused again, then added, "I was hoping to learn what that means from you. You know? What it means to be a boyfriend. To be with a girl, a woman, in that way. Like my parents used to when I was little."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

After she promised Craig the best girlfriend she could find him, he shocked Marie by asking, "What about you?"

"What ... whaddaya mean?" she asked, uncertain if maybe she'd misunderstood him; maybe he was asking her whether she thought that his father would be the best for her...?

"I really do think that you and my dad should be girlfriend and boyfriend," Craig continued.

That made Marie relax a bit, thinking that perhaps the Robert is best for me thought was accurate. But then Craig went on, "But ... I was really hoping that you and I would be boyfriend and girlfriend."

Marie was still standing really close to Craig, holding his upper arms in her hands after her hug and cheek kiss. She backed up just a bit, suddenly finding the close proximity awkward. "But ... I thought that ... I mean, we just--"

"I was hoping to learn what that means from you," he continued. "You know? What it means to be a boyfriend. To be with a girl, a woman, in that way. Like my parents used to when I was little."

"You mean sex," Marie responded, also in barely more than a whisper. She corrected in a way that she thought would meet Robert's approval, "You mean make love."

It was obvious that that was what the teen meant. Marie was conflicted, and her rapidly beating heart was only adding anxiety to that conflict. She and Robert had discussed her claiming his son's virginity -- making a man out of him, had been Robert's thinking -- only then for Robert and Marie to immediately fuck each other over a mossy, downed log in the forest. It was then that they'd begun discussing finding Craig a girlfriend of his own, primarily because the two of them wanted to begin a relationship without making things awkward for Robert's legal aged yet still very virginal son.

Despite that decision to bring in another female and despite all the planning that had gone into making that happen, Marie had to admit that she still had a deep, yearning hunger for the teen. She would never tell either Craig or Robert this, but Marie had made a man out of a good number of young men under the direction of her last Master. He'd made quite a hefty post-apocalypse living off of hiring Marie out to men of wealth and power, men who had sons -- most not yet of traditional legal age -- who'd needed to experience their first fuck'n'suck with a woman of experience and skill.

Despite those events being forced upon her, Marie had learned to enjoy them to the fullest. Virgins were almost always polite and gentle, willing to let Marie lead the way and control the situations. Her older sexual partners were seldom that kind to her, with a good portion of them being forceful, even brutal at times.

For that short time between when Robert had agreed that his son needed to experience a woman for the first time -- that woman being Marie, obviously -- and the moment she began stripping to mount Robert instead, Marie had been yearning to be naked with Craig. And now, as she stood before him and he asked if there was a chance that that would happen, she found herself wanting it once again.

Before she realized what she was doing, Marie had moved forward to press her body into Craig's, took his cheeks into her hands, and pressed her mouth to his. Her lips remained closed initially, softly pressing to his, before she then parted them a bit, touching her tongue to him.

"Do like I do," she whispered, engaging him in a gentle but progressively more erotic French Kiss as she pressed her body even harder to his; over the course of the kiss, Marie felt Craig's cock harden against her belly, and she pressed her lower torso even harder forward to enhance his enjoyment. When she finally parted their mouths, she whispered, "You're a good kisser, Craig. That was very good."

She pulled back from him, staring him in the eyes before glancing over toward the bedroom doorway again. Looking back to Craig again, Marie said, "I'll tell you a secret ... if you think you can handle news that might shock you."

She waited for his reply, then said softly, "Your father and I ... we were together in the forest yesterday." Marie paused to see if he understood what together meant, then clarified, "Your father and I made love to one another. It was very sweet ... and it was very pleasurable ... and because of it ... because we decided that we wanted to be together ... as boyfriend and girlfriend ... we decided to go back to where I came from to find you a girlfriend of your own."

Marie paused a moment as she listened to Robert moving about in the bedroom. Then, looking back to Craig and moving close to him again, she said, "Knowing that ... would you still want me to make love to you...? To be your first ... one time only, Craig. I want to be your father's girlfriend ... and your father wants me to be his girlfriend ... but ... I want to be your first, too. I want you to remember your first time as a sweet and passionate and very satisfying experience. I know that I can make it that for you ... once."

 

[HumanBean]

Craig was happily shocked when Marie stepped forward and kissed him right on the mouth. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, obviously. He'd never kissed anyone on the mouth before, not even his mother when she'd been alive. And even if his parents had been mouth kissers, Craig would never have experienced what he was experiencing now with them!

"Do like I do," Marie whispered to him. She parted her warm, soft, wet lips. She extended her tongue just past them, first touching his lips, then his tongue when parting his own lips exposed it. It was incredible, causing an almost painful chill to rush up his spine and explode goose flesh upon his arms and even down to his legs.

Craig was so overwhelmed by the kiss and embrace that he didn't immediately realize that his cock was growing toward rock hard stiffness. He only realized it when he felt Marie's belly press into his own, trapping his stiffy between them. His cock leapt in excitement, causing another chill to climb his backside.

"You're a good kisser, Craig," she whispered to him. "That was very good."

"So are you," he whispered back. He giggled, adding, "Of course you are, though. You knew that already."

"I'll tell you a secret," Marie said, pulling back from Craig, "if you think you can handle news that might shock you."

"Yes, of course!" he responded without delay. Craig would have listened to any secret or performed any task just to continue what they were doing with each other.

Marie explained that she and his father had been together in the forest the day before. Craig didn't understand what she was saying, which must have shown in his expression. She explained, "Your father and I made love to one another."

That Craig understood in an instant. The concepts of sex and making love had been explained to him since Marie's arrival. He stared at her with eyes wide, and his mouth open a bit. He wanted to ask or say something, but all that came out was, "Wha...?"

Marie explained that it had been very sweet and very pleasurable. Then she told Craig, "... we decided that we wanted to be together ... as boyfriend and girlfriend..."

She continued speaking, explaining that it was this decision that had led to them deciding to find Craig his own lover. But Craig didn't hear that part. All he heard was the part about how the woman with whom he wanted to become a man, to make love to, to have sex with had already done all of that with his own father and wanted to continue to do it with him!

"Knowing that," she continued, Craig's mind finally absorbing her words, "would you still want me to make love to you...? To be your first ... one time only, Craig."

"What...? What are you saying?" he asked weakly, confused.

"I want to be your father's girlfriend ... and your father wants me to be his girlfriend," Marie told Craig.

Again, his brain was hearing only that he'd missed his chance to be with Marie. That was until she continued, "...but ... I want to be your first, too."

"Me?" he asked with a still confused tone. "I don't. I don't understand."

"I want you to remember your first time as a sweet and passionate and very satisfying experience," Marie told him, moving closer to him again. "I know that I can make it that for you ... once."

Craig's brain was doing its best to snatch everything that Marie had said out of the air and make sense of it within his skull. She'd been with his father, and she wanted to be with him again, apparently forever, girlfriend and boyfriend, wife and husband? But she also wanted to be with Craig. Once, anyway.

"But, what," he started, unsure of what he was trying to ask. He found the words. "What's dad gonna say? I mean, you're supposed to be his girlfriend, not mine. I mean, yeah, I understand. You're saying once. But is that alright?"

Craig's naivete was showing in his tone, his voice, his body language. He had no idea what was right or wrong or normal or nuts about this. He asked, "Are you allowed to be with my father, then me, then my father again. I, I don't, I don't understand."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"What...? What are you saying?" Craig asked weakly as Marie explained her thinking about him, his father, and her dealings with each of them. She tried to explain to him, only to see him still confused, asking, "But, what ... what's dad gonna say? I mean, you're supposed to be his girlfriend, not mine. I mean, yeah, I understand. You're saying once. But is that alright?"

Marie couldn't help but chuckle softly, responding, "It's not normal, no ... but ... it's alright ... if we decide that it's alright ... the three of us."

"Are you allowed to be with my father, then me, then my father again," Craig continued his naive questioning. "I, I don't, I don't understand."

Marie moved closer again, kissing him softly on the lips before saying, "It's okay, Craig. It's confusing. I know. Listen..." She took hold of his torso and turned him to sit on the couch as she said, "I want you to sit right here and wait for me to return. I'm ... I'm going to go talk to your father a moment. Okay...? Can you just sit here and wait for me to come back?"

She backed a bit, studying him; he was so lost in all that she was presenting to him, and she thought that maybe she should spent a couple of more minutes explaining things. But this was all for naught if Robert didn't agree, so Marie turned and walked to and through the bedroom door drapery after knocking softly on the door frame.

"I need to talk to you," she told Robert as she entered and sat on the edge of the bed near him. Leaning in, Marie kissed the older of the two males, initially softly but then more passionately. Then, pulling back to sit straight before him, Marie got right to it: "I'm going to make love to your son, Robert."

She paused for his reaction if there was one, then explained, "Craig and I have been talking ... and ... I feel that he needs this. He needs to be with me. Not just some girl or woman from Richardsonville."

This was the first time Marie had actually used the name that its militia master -- Renaldo Richardson -- had chosen for the fortified town. "Craig needs to be with someone now, not two or three or ten days from now. He needs this, as much if not more than you needed me yesterday."

Marie could feel her heart pounding again from the anxiety of the moment. She continued, "He's 18 years old, and he's never kissed a woman, let alone had sex with one. He needs to know what it's all about ... and I think he needs to know it before we bring some girl he doesn't know here to start fucking him on a regular basis."