The words strike a chord

'I know you do, you're a little slut. A little slut for my son.' The words reverberate through your head, bouncing around wildly. You don't think she meant it in a bad way, but...but she could have. They orgasm fades away as the words bounce harder and harder, the earlier manic high sinking down to a depressive low. A tear forms in your eye as you watch Tommy catch his breath, still riding the high of orgasm.

You turn your head to Mrs. Cleft, "Mrs. C..." You say, your voice cracking.

"Yes, oh...what's the matter, Joy?"

"Do...do you mean to call me a slut in a bad way? I...I mean...I...Do you think I'm a bad person?" You ask, the words and emotions and hormones running through your young body and mind like a raging inferno.

"Why should you care?" Mrs. Cleft asks, then glances down to her son. "Or do you really only care about what Tommy thinks? Are you falling for him, Joy? Are you really asking if I think you could be a good little wife for my son? Or are you thinking that I only want you to have is baby, and then abandon you and forbid Tommy from seeing you? Hmm?"

Her words weren't said in an unkind manner, in fact more matter-of-factly than anything. But when she finished her spiel it did kind of strike a chord. You wanted to have your fun, but you know that if you had an accidental baby you'd care for it, and since you don't sleep with anything that moved you'd know that father. You'd make sure he paid for some of it...but Tommy. His big cock still filled you up so nicely, that...that you don't even think you'd be able to find another the size of him. He did always invite you to his birthday parties as a child. He did always light up when he saw you. And even when you saw him your smile was a little more genuine than the smile and forget ones you usually put on for guys. "I don't know, Mrs. C. I..."

"Ah, you don't want him thinking bad of you is that it? You don't want him to think you fuck anything that moves, hmm?"

"I guess so. I...if he's going to be the father of my kids...uh...well kid at least...or...whatever...I'd like him to be there, someway...not like my father."

"Your father died in a car crash, it wasn't his fault even." Mrs. Cleft says, surprisingly gentle with this one. But then Mr. Cleft had been in the car as well, and he lived without a scratch.

"I know...but...I was six...and. I miss him Mrs. C. I miss him a lot. I have very little memories of him, but they all revolve around his smile."

"And you like men smiling, don't you."

You nod your head. "I...I guess I'm trying to find one that smiles somewhat like him." You look back down to Tommy, and see him smiling up at you, though his eyes weren't totally focused yet. "And...and Tommy's smile is...about as near as I have ever seen."

"Your father adored you, Joy. He really did. You could do no wrong in his eyes. Even when you messed up in something, it didn't matter to him. He was a good man, and I envied your mother at the time a bit. My husband is great, but you father had something that he didn't...the ability to show his emotions without shame. My husband's better now, but he can be a little stone faced." Mrs. Cleft said, her voice gentle. "And don't worry, Joy. You have my son's child we won't just abandon you. How could I abandon you when yo have my grandchild? And I'll make sure Tommy is there for you. In some capacity. Now...it looks like Tommy's coming back to his senses. I did my job. You two...get to know each other better, okay? I'll let myself out."

Mrs. Cleft lets go of your shoulders and gathers her things. She kisses you on the cheek , then her son, then leaves the room.

To your amazement Tommy's cock is starting to harden up again.