Tuckered Out

Author's Note: Apologies for the long wait for chapter 29. As my patrons will know already, I ended up taking the story down a blind alley. It was interesting but I just wasn't feeling it so I rewound to ch.37 and took another run at it, taking our tale in an entirely new direction. You'll probably notice the hard turn at that chapter and there's probably some lore issues due to the sudden change, sorry about that. It hasn't occurred too often with me but when I am laying the tracks in front of the moving train of the serial sometimes this happens. The main change has been opening up the cast of characters so that Empty Nest potentially could be less of a pure gentle futadom/mommydom erotica (though those elements will still be there). It could turn into Elliot romancing another or may even eventually turn into a futa-harem erotica. We'll see where the characters take us, it is really up to them. Any which way I thought I ought to warn you on the change in advance. For those of you stepping off the train, I thank you for giving my stuff a chance. For those sticking around for the ride, I hope I can entertain you. Okay, now back to the story!

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“Hey.” I call as I trot up behind Heather who had lingered in the park to take in some wildflowers that had sprouted up along the edge of the path. Bent down as she was to smell them she was oblivious to how her big, beautiful behind was attracting some looks from a few of the fathers from the nearby soccer game. I shoot them a stern glare as I step into the path of their leering eyes.

“That was fast.” She rises with a small umbel of tiny pure white flowers in her hand.

“I am beat. And I’ve got another long day tomorrow. They said they’re out here a few times a week. We’re gonna meet up another time.” I say. “Besides, I was enjoying our walk.”

“It wasn’t the same without you.” She says. “You sure? You looked like you were having fun with your new friends.”

“I’m sure.”

This brings a smile to her beautiful face. She offers me the flowers to smell, which I do. Honestly I don’t pick up much aroma from them but I liked how they tickled my nose. I offer her my arm in that old fashioned way that I knew she liked. Her shoulders rise a little higher as she takes it with pride. With one arm looped through mine she holds the bloom in her other hand as we continue our after dinner stroll right where we left off.

“You really like flowers, huh?”

“Mmm.” She sniffs them “It’s this nose of mine. I can’t resist a pretty thing with a good smell.” Glancing over she smirks. “As you well know.”

Anyone passing by would miss the naughty undertone to our laughter, but we knew it. The secrecy of it only made it funnier. A more pleasant evening I could not remember as Heather and I silently make our way around the park with no particular path or destination. The quiet, comfortable warmth between us made it all the lovelier. It was difficult to describe but the energy had changed between us. Our conversation and the deal we’d struck gave us a sort of armor against the desires that we both felt. Unspoken things had been brought into the light. We knew how each other felt and we knew what could and couldn’t happen with those feelings. And most importantly, we had a plan in place. I didn’t have to like the fact that Heather wanted to see another man, the truth was I absolutely fucking despised the mere thought of it, but I could at least understand where she was coming from and in the meantime it gave us the freedom to nurture this special friendship that we were growing. And hopefully enjoy our special benefits.

“Heather?”

“Yes, handsome?”

“What are ya thinking about?”

She giggles and smells her flower again. “You.”

“Oh?”

“You were very cute playing with the guys.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm.” She nods. “The cutest one out there by far. You are quite flexible. Agile too. Very sexy. I suspect you were showing off for me.”

“Maybe a little.” I confess with a blush.

“He he he. I thought so.” She ruffles my hair. “I would have watched you longer but this skirt can only hide so much.”

“Heather!” I guffaw.

She laughs a merry laugh. Letting the flower slip from her hand she stops and turns toward me. Smoothing my shirt across my shoulders she looks me up and down, clearly appreciating what she was seeing. The moment her eyes meet mine a look of concern comes over her and she brings her right hand up to cup my cheek. Gently she swipes her thumb just below my eye. “Ohhh, sweetie. You’re tired.”

“I’m okay.” I whisper, though the truth was that my strength was flagging fast. The bout of frisbee had drained my reserves. I’d been trying to hide it but she had seen right through me just by looking in my eyes. “Maybe a little.”

“Of course you are. Such a long day. So stressful. They worked my boy so hard. And still you came out with me tonight.” Stroking her fingers around the back of my ear she smiles. “I think you’ve been strong enough for one day.”

“It has been a tough day.”

“Yes it has.” She pulls me in for a warm, squishy hug. “Let’s get you home, baby.”

Taking my hand she leads the way back through the park.

“I’m, um, I’m not too tired.” I say. “I can still, um, do stuff. Or watch…stuff.”

She chuckles and bumps my shoulder with hers. “Don’t worry. I didn’t forget.”

On the way in we say hello to Ms. Hancock who was aimlessly puttering around the front of her house. She gives the pair of us a suspicious look as we passed by. Perhaps she’d heard something last night or perhaps she was put off by our cozy demeanor with each other, either way Heather took no notice of it. If there was one thing that I was learning about Heather is that when it came to our nonstandard friendship she refused to feel ashamed by it.

Once inside the house she clicks the deadbolt then, much to my surprise, supports me to help me off with my shoes. I didn’t need the help, I wasn’t THAT tired, but she wanted to do it for me and I sure enjoyed the attention. “Good boy.” She whispers and kisses my cheek after the shoes were set on the rack. “Come on.”

From the door she leads me to the sofa and sits me down. “Thirsty, baby?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Do you need a massage?”

“No, Ma’am. Thank you.”

“Okay.” With a kiss to my forehead she carefully lays me down on the sofa, making sure to center a pillow perfectly behind my head. Barely staying on with just the edge of her hip Heather sits at my side and softly pets my hair. “You just rest for a little. I’ll be close by if you need anything.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She tilts her head. “And what are you smiling about?”

“You.” I say. “Why are you treating me like this?”

“Does it bother you, Elliot?”

“No. I’m just not used to it. It’s…different. Is this a kink of yours or something?”

“If you want to call it that. It’s just what I like, especially with a honey boy as sweet as you. I just wanna wrap you up in a big ball of love.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a special guy. You listen so good and try so hard and you make me feel beautiful, so I want to make you feel good.” She says. “You’re a man who can appreciate a little TLC. And it brings me joy to give it to you. I do it because you deserve it and so do I.”

“I like it too.” I whisper.

“I know.” Her hand drifts to my chest where it slowly rubs back and forth. “I saw that last night.”

“Nobody’s ever looked after me like you do. Nobody’s ever made me feel like you do.”

“Not even your Mama?”

“Well, maybe when I was little.”

“Mmm.” She grins as she lightly plays with my earlobe. “That’s good. Spoil a child too long and you are in for no end of misery. They’ll become insufferable brats.” Her soft hand caresses down the side of my neck. “It takes a man to be a good boy.”

“Am I really a good boy, Heather?”

“The goodest that I have ever seen.” She pinches my nose. “Gooder than good.”

“Ohhh. I like when you say those nice things to me.”

“Well, I like saying them.” She pats my chest. “Especially when they’re true.”

“Heather?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m never going to find another woman like you, am I?”

Sympathy wells up in her brown eyes. “I don’t know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I say. “It wouldn’t be the same with someone else anyway.”

“No.” She sighs. “It wouldn’t.”

“Heather?”

“Yes, handsome?”

“Can I…um…suck…” My eyes pan down to the stretched fabric over her bust. “…um…”

“You want to nurse again tonight?”

I nod.

Sliding her free hand over a breast she gives it a light squeeze. “You liked that?”

I nod.

“Use your words, baby. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I liked…sucking on your breasts. I, um, I liked it a lot.”

Her smile grows. “That was nice. We’ll have to see. I’m not quite sure what I’ve got in store for my tuckered out guy tonight. If you’re really good for me tonight I think we can probably manage something. Sounds good?”

I nod. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Atta boy. Now you rest up and save your energy.” Leaning in she kisses my cheek. “You’re gonna need it.”