Chelsea Rollington was puzzled by her recently deceased female parent's finances. Growing up it seemed that her don was often involved with job investments that went bad, and also liked to chance at the gambling casino and the racecourse. Although her parents had loaded parents, the phratry wealth had prospicient since diminished, and money was often tight in the household. Her parents had also mysteriously sold their house in a prestigious lake community two age earlier. They had dearly loved the base, which they had lived in for tenner, but suddenly told her they wanted to downsize to a humble apartment nearby. Unfortunately, shortly after they sold the house, her father passed away from a heart attack.

What puzzled her was that even though her parent's pecuniary resource were shaky, they always seemed to birth the money to send her to prestigious private schoolhouse. She had earned a bachelor's degree, an MBA and now just completed her law academic degree, all from Ivy conference universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting company in between her stage. She asked her mother a few time over the days how they could open her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other Federal Reserve note, but her mother was evasive. Chelsea thought that maybe her grandparents had set up a trust for her education, but her female parent said they hadn't.

Chelsea had her own apartment near the university campus. Her female parent had cancer and passed shortly before her commencement ceremony from law schooling. As the executor of the estate, she was curious about what assets and debts her female parent's estate had. When the lawyer read the will, she was shocked to find out that her mother had no income except her social protection, as she had only kept matter going financially the in conclusion two eld by borrowing money, and also had debt for medical bills. Chelsea had actually co-signed for some of the debt, which she thought was just her helping her mother out with curtly terminal figure Johnny Cash flow way out. Chelsea was turning 30 years old on childbed Day, and although she was starting a job with a law firm in mid-September after her birthday, she was worried about how she would pay off the share of her mother's debts that she was personally liable for, as she had no money of her own.

When she went through her mother's personal papers, she found a letter from her female parent addressed to her. The missive told her that if she ever needed helper after her mother passed, she should contact James Peterson. The letter said that he lived in the very prominent house that was across the lake from Chelsea's family home. Chelsea had always admired this house, which was Bodoni font in blueprint and had several point built into the side of the Benny Hill rising up from the lake. Along with the letter were respective mental picture of her mother with James, including a picture of her mother reclining on a couch in a beautiful genu length gamey nightgown.

It all made sense now. Her mother had told her write up of a mystery man that she went to college with. The man came from a blue-collar category and attended the college on a encyclopaedism. She was madly in making love with him and they had a passionate honey thing. But her grandparents were against her female parent dating James, as they felt he wasn't good enough for him and wouldn't be able to financially patronise her. Instead her mother met her father through common family friends. While he had the mightily stock and her mother got along with him well, you could secernate there was no heat in their relationship.

Chelsea was a stunningly beautiful woman, 5'-8"tall, with auburn hair and green eyes, and a slender yet athletic shape. She had several boyfriends over the years, but she hadn't yet met a man that would send her middle racing and would be the only one for her. Men also tended to centre on her feel, not her intelligence operation, often wanting just a sexual relationship. Chelsea packed up her mother's holding and put them in storage, as the tear was way past due on her mother's flat. Chelsea's new job was respective country away, so she was staying with a friend for the summer and had just vacated her apartment too.

The succeeding day at her supporter's apartment she decided to call James Peterson. She was very neural as she called him."Hi, is this James Peterson ?"

"Yes, who is this calling ?"

"It's Chelsea Rollington. You don't know me, but my mother said I should contact you after she passed if I ever needed any help."

She wasn't sure enough how he would answer."Chelsea, it is great to listen from you. I thought I might hear from you someday, but I assume there is some bad news about your mom ?"

"Yes, she passed close month from cancer and I am the executor of her estate. In her papers I found a letter telling me you live in the beautiful house across the lake from our home. Well it was our home, but mom and dad sold it about two years ago."

"That is surprising to me. They loved that home. I first met your mother when we were in fresher year of college, when her parents owned the home."

"James, I think they were having some fiscal problem over the years."

"That doesn't surprise me Chelsea. Your female parent and Church Father were far better at expenditure money than at making money. Why don't you come up this weekend and we can get to sleep together each other,"he said in a friendly way.

She was concerned about what his intentions were."I would like to occur meet you, but please don't get the wrongfulness idea. I don't even know you and not sure enough what you are expecting of me."

"Chelsea don't be silly. I am old enough to be your Father-God and would never disrespect the retentiveness of your female parent by making a pass at her daughter. After your mother left me, I was very sad for a piece, but eventually met my of late married woman and we had a great 30 years together, but like your mother, cancer took her from me about a class ago. Your mother and my lately wife were the only two women I ever dated, and I haven't dated anyone for the last year."

"I am so sorry to hear that and I'm sorry I misunderstood. I would make love to fulfil you. My mom talked about you sometimes and I could tell by the smell in her eye when she did that you had something very special together."

"Don't get me wrong Chelsea, I loved my wife. But your mom was the sexual love of my life and I regret that her parents kept us apart, and that she went along with them. I spent many years trying to test them wrong about me and ended up becoming quite comfortable financially, owning several companies. As you know, your father came from a wealthy family line, but he lost it all over the year. Your grandparents eventually realized who was the better man, but by then your mom and I both had married so we didn't want to transgress up our relationship, as our mates were good people and didn't deserve that."

Chelsea drove towards James II Peterson's lake house, through the woods on a Friday afternoon. She was planning to stay in a hotel in townsfolk after meeting with him. As she was nearing the sign of the zodiac, a sudden punishing thunderstorm rolled through and it became very difficult to see. Lightning hit a nearby Tree, and it fell across the road in movement of her and she couldn't stop in clock time. Her car hit the corner trunk, and everything went black.

When she awoke, she was in the house laying on a cast and looked up to see James River looking down at her with a worried face."Chelsea, are you okay ?"

"Yes, I'm O.K.. How much hurt did I do to my car ?"

"well let's put it this way. You are in a lot better shape then your car. The roads are blocked, and it will aim until Monday for the roads to get cleared enough for me to get you to town to your hotel. I took your suitcase out of the car and put in the Edgar Guest room. You might want to go subscribe a nap while I make dinner for us."

"James, thank you so much. You are everything my mom always said you were. A kind gentleman who always thinks of others. This was a strange way for us to first sports meeting, but fate has a strange way about it.

"well she did land out the topper in me. It is practiced to finally see you in person. You look exactly like your mother did at your age."

Chelsea was puzzled by that comment. How did she have sex anything about her if her mother was not in contact with him for the last 30 years ? How would he know what her mother looked like at 29 if they stopped dating when they 19 ? Although he was nearing 50, he was very good looking, with browned fuzz with chip of Second Earl Grey and piercing blue optic that just looked properly through you.

After Chelsea woke up from her nap, she saw that James had made an too soon dinner for them. Over dinner and all evening, they talked about their lives and about Chelsea's mom's dating James during college. Her mother had actually told her that for a brief period she was dating both James and her father, and she wondered if Saint James the Apostle was actually her father.

"Epistle of James, can I ask you a doubtfulness that you might not want to answer ?"

"Sure, what is it ?"

"Are you my forefather ?"

"No Chelsea. After your mother got pregnant, we both wondered who the father was, but a test showed it wasn't me. Any begetter would be happy for you to be their girl though. You obviously have turned out to be a very accomplished woman and your mother was very proud of you."

"James, how do you recognize that ? You didn't have contact with my mother after you two broke up."

"Well actually we did. Each year on your birthday, she would transport me pictures of you and update me about your family, and I would do the same about my lifetime. We never told our couple or you about us being in contact, because they might not understand and get jealous."

She now looked at this stranger and she was so jealous that her mom got to be his girl and could experience been his married woman. He was sure-footed without being cocky and smart without being ostentatious. Although he was 20 class old than her and very orphic, she was growing frantic with the way he seemed like he was looking at her, although she thought maybe it was just her imagination.

"James, I found these photos of you two with the letter. ``

He looked at the photos fondly, especially the one with Chelsea's mother in her blue nightgown. `` Yes, I remember these photos well, especially the one of her in the racy gown. That was taken the Night she gave me her virginity."

Chelsea blushed a little."That was a piddling too a great deal information."

"Sorry Chelsea if I embarrassed you. Your mother and I were both very shy when we first met but we just clicked and became very comfortable with each other. Our relationship was both intellectually and very physically passionate. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were a little kinky too after a while,"he smiled slyly as he spoke.

"She would purloin out of her house to see me when my parents were out and would keep back some clothes over at my parent's house. I actually kept them after she left me as a recollection of her but hid them from my married woman. They are in the water closet of the guest room. I even have the blue nightgown in this picture."

"Really, that is crazy. I would love to try on the nightgown if that is OK with you. I am the Lapplander size my mother was."She didn't know what possessed her to ask to wear very aphrodisiacal intimate apparel that her mother wore, in front of this total stranger. But her mettle was racing, and she wanted this man to need her like he wanted her mother.

"Chelsea, I would have sex that, if you feel comfortable. But I can't warrantee that this old guy will be able to insure himself if I get flashbacks of your mom,"he laughed.

"King James I, you are not that old and look even younger than you are. I might wish if you can't ascendence yourself and you seduce me like one of those punk romantic clowning picture show my mom said she used to watch."She winked at him. She couldn't believe she was flirting with this man, but just couldn't help herself.

She went into the guest way and opened the water closet door and saw the nightgown, along with some dresses, as well as shorts and height folded on a shelf. James IV had clearly loved her mother and never gotten over the breakup. Chelsea stripped off all her wearing apparel, except her step-in and put on the gown and looked in the full-length mirror and smiled. A quiver went through her, as if her late female parent's soul had entered her body and she knew what she wanted from this man she had just met, since it had so quickly felt like she had known him her whole life. She opened the door and walked out in the nightgown and stood in front of him. While she was changing her apparel, he had also changed into red silk pajamas.

St. James the Apostle was shocked. She looked so very much like her mother. It was if he had gone back in time 30 years."Chelsea, you look enchanting ; just like your female parent did. I feel guilty though, like I manipulated you into putting on her night-robe. I hope you don't idea that I changed into my pajamas."

"You didn't manipulate me. I wanted to do it. I had to do it. I want to feel like she felt when you two made love together. I want to do the things you two did."

"Chelsea, are you sure about this ? Like I told you, we were a little kinky. Your mother and I had a bit of a juju that when we were together, she had to do anything I wanted sexually, wherever and whenever I told her to. She wasn't allowed to ever say no."

"James, I want that too."Her mind was lost now in whatever was going on, which felt like she was channeling her mother from the early side.

"O.K.. We had a ritual at night before bed. She would descend out of the sleeping room in that gown and attain down under it and contract off her step-in. She would lie across my knee on the redact and tell me the blue things she did that day."

Chelsea just nodded her chief and reached under the nightgown and pulled down her flip-flop panties and took them off and let them swing to the level. James River walked over to the couch and sat down. He put up his hired hand and motioned her to fare over to him. She obediently laid across his lap.

"Chelsea, tell me what you did naughty today so you can get your punishment."He started rubbing her buttocks on the material of the gown in a circular motion.

"I went over to a alien house and decided I wanted him to receive me, even though he dated my mother. Only a spicy girlfriend would do that."

"O.K. then you need to be punished."He started spanking her over the material of the nightgown, moving his helping hand to each speckle of her derriere cheeks. But then he surprised her and suddenly pulled up the hem of the gown, exposing her bare ass.

She became stymie and was shocked and pulled the hem back down."Hey, I was just kidding around. I didn't say you could do that."

"I guess you are just like your female parent with the fake shyness. Remember you made a heap to be just like her. You can't say no after we start our piffling game."

He pulled the material up again, exposing her ass to him, but she didn't resist this clip. He started spanking her again, but the spanks got harder and harder and her ass got red. Tears started welling up in her center, but her pussy also starting to get sopping wet and she started grinding against his crotch and could feel his hard erection through his pyjama. She could tell he was not wearing underwear. She wanted so bad for him to draw her cum but was too embarrassed to ask.

He sensed her excitement and dipped his finger's breadth down and inserted it into her sopping wet sex."Chelsea, you are very naughty. It looks like you want to get this old man to strike that itch you must have."He started rubbing her clit in bill question while he still slowly spanked her. She could feel her orgasm development. He stopped spanking her though while he kept fingering her and wet a finger on the early manus. He reached to her rosebud and as soon as she felt his finger touch it, she got very scared.

"James, no one touches me there. I've never even put my digit in there."

"well you are going to feel this finger inside it now. think of the word ‘ no'does not exist anymore. He slowly inserted it and she didn't feel any pain. Just a weird sensation. He moved it around inside her in a circular gesture, like he was doing on her clit with her other hand. She couldn't take it anymore and started shuddering as the sexual climax overtook her body. James felt her asshole contract in pulse rate as she came.

After she recovered, she turned over on his lap and looked up at him shyly."What would you guys do next after mom's spanking."

"She would get down on her knee joint and perpetrate my drawers down and suck my penis."Chelsea wordlessly got off his lap and got on her knees and pulled his pants down to his ankles, as his blotto orotund peter sprang to care. It was above average size, but very wide. She just looked at it for a moment and plunge down on it with her outdoors mouth, like a automaton at his command. She didn't even devil to tantalize him. She just put it down her pharynx as far as she could until she started choking on it and bobbed back and Forth on it. This older man could certainly still get it up like he was a teenager again, but she didn't want him to cum in her mouth. She wanted it inside her.

"James, what would the two of you do next ?"

"She would straddle me and ride me like a cowgirl,"he laughed again. Like she was in a trance she straddled him and didn't even wait for him to insert himself into her. She put his midst cock inside her vagina and started rocking back and forth on him. After a while she could feel him breathing harder and she was afraid he would cum inside her and she wasn't using birth control that day.

"James, you need to draw in out, I am not on anything and I don't want to get pregnant."

"It's okay Chelsea, I'm not able to ingest small fry. I can cum in you."

Chelsea was relieved and started rocking back and forth on him again. She felt another orgasm rising and felt him starting to lose control too. They both came at the same time with thundering orgasms and she could feel his unenviable fluid flood into her pussy.

After a patch he became soft but kept his turncock in her and held her tight as they kissed each other lovingly, as his fluids leaked out of her."Wow, James I, that was quite a onus you put in me,"she grinned.

"I haven't had sex since my married woman passed and that was incredible. It felt like it did with your mom all those twelvemonth ago."Chelsea smiled and felt like her mother was looking down on them approvingly.

"Let's go to bed Chelsea. You wore this old man out. I am glad I didn't cum in your mouth. I would have never been able to go a second round and get the honor of being inside you."She smiled at him and walked with him deal and helping hand into his bedroom. That was the gracious thing any man had ever said to her. She didn't even put her step-in on again, as she was hoping he would take her again.

They spooned together in bed as she fell into a deep sleep. But as first light broke, she felt a strange tactual sensation between her legs, like she was dreaming of having sex with St. James the Apostle the nighttime before. She opened her eyes and saw Saint James between her legs greedily lapping at her pussy and clitoris. She smiled at him and said,"was this a tradition between you two also ?"

"Yes, whoever woke up first would ignite the former person up with their tongue before we had sex again."

"That sounds like a groovy Wake Island up call."He got up on his hand and knees and turned around and straddled her so she could suck his peter while he pleasured her with his tongue. She sucked on it and eventually stopped and started licking his balls while she jerked on his gruelling member.

"Chelsea it is fourth dimension for the principal course."He rolled her over on her back and told her to pull her knees up to her chest, which she did. He reached into the haul and pulled out a small arse plug and a bottle of lube.

She got scared again."Hey James, I let you put your finger in my posterior, but that is too big for me."

"Relax Chelsea. Your mom liked to palpate very full when I was inside her and I want you to feel that way too. Remember you promised not to say no."

He smeared the lube around the inside of her miserly hole and opened her up with his fingers, then slowly inserted the bottom male plug. She winced a little but then got used to the size of it. She put her legs down and he entered her in one swift apparent motion. Her mom was right, it felt very strange, but felt wonderful after a patch. He pulled her nightgown up above her bosom, which he had never seen before, and started sucking on them as he rocked in and out of her slowly, as she softly moaned with joy. She wrapped her ramification around his waist and grabbed his ass impudence to pull him into her deeper and deeper. She wanted to palpate his cum in her again and he did not disappoint, as he soon groaned and released hard into her, as she came with him again.

"Wow, James I, you and mom sure as shooting had some put-on up your arm. And in her ass too,"as she gazed at him dreamily and they kissed again.

They eventually got up and took a hanker shower together, rinsing off all the sweat and cum from their trysts. This wasn't like one of those porn write up though, where the guy can come 5 times consecutively. James River always needed meter to convalesce before he could get hard again, even when he was younger. They had breakfast and then Chelsea said,"what are our plans today ?"

"Well, it is going to be very warm, so let's go for a swim in the lake. I have a little beach and secret dock with my boat there."

"That is a cracking melodic theme. But I didn't bring a bathing suit with me."

He smiled at her.

"Let me reckon, you still have a two-piece from mom,"as she grinned at him. She went into the closet and sure enough found a twine two-piece that was in one of the characterization. It was a beautiful flowered pattern. A little faded and out of appointment, but she didn't care. She put it in on and came out the bedroom, and Henry James nearly fainted. Chelsea again looked like her mom from 30 long time ago. They went down to the dock and got into his boat. They took it for a twirl around the lake and came back in an hour and docked it. They walked to the beach from the dock and went into the water for a swim, then laid out towels so they could sunbathe and dry off.

After a while, James reminisced in his psyche about the fourth dimension he spent on the beach with Chelsea's mom and he started developing a collapsible shelter in his bathing courting. He rolled over to face Chelsea, who had her eyes closed as she sunbathed and whispered in her ear."This reminds me of Clarence Day when we would chance a deserted beach and wee-wee love."

He suddenly pulled her bikini freighter down to her articulatio talocruralis and pulled up her bikini top over her breasts."James, no. somebody will see us. We can't have sex in populace. You've gone too far. I won't do this."

He rolled her over on her venter and held her down and took off her bikini."I am not asking you I am telling you. Your mom did it in public many times when I made her do it."She just wanted him to finish quickly and hopefully the neighbour wouldn't see."Get up on your bridge player and knees."

Chelsea grudgingly did what she was told. He pulled off his body and started massaging her breasts which were hanging down and she started getting aroused."I don't concern if anyone sees us. I want everyone to see that we belong together."

Chelsea was worried that St. James the Apostle was flashing back that he was with her mother, not her, and felt a fiddling jealous. She was getting wet though thinking about how her female parent had felt when he took her in a populace blank space. She didn't have long to think about it though, as she felt his strong dick suddenly spear into her pussy. As he slapped against her butt over and over as he took her from behind, she didn't care anymore about the neighbors.



He stopped and pulled out and she was puzzled. He moved around in movement of her and told her to give her moth, which she did. She wanted to claim that magnificent dick for hers to own."Chelsea you had one more than orgasm than me. You owe me one."

She opened her back talk, but said,"don't cum in my mouth. I don't do that with guys."

"Chelsea, I thought we had an interpret. Your mom would suck my cock and I would cum in her lip at the end. She would open her mouth to show me my cum and then she would swallow it and record me her sass again to bear witness she swallowed it."

Chelsea was broken now and would do anything to please James I, like her mom always did. She sucked his shaft eagerly now, feeling challenger with the retentivity of her mom. He soon came strong in her oral fissure and she swallowed every drop and licked her mouth to show him she liked it. He patted her on the head and said,"your mom would be proud."

She was starting to get mad though that maybe James was just using her to relive his memories of 30 years ago. But she felt compelled to just do what he wanted. They went back to the house and he told her they were going to go out to dinner at a fancy eatery. Of course of study, he had one of her mom's partiality attire in the closet, which was actually a classic that was still in style. They went out to the most wonderful restaurant overlooking the lake, which she had never been to before.

They spent hours eating, drunkenness and talking about their lives. She told him about her disappointments in relationship, and he talked about his late wife, but in the conversations lamented about not having children, because his spermatozoon count was too low. They thought of adopting but he was so busy with his line, and his late wife had a meddlesome job as a top lawyer, so they never got around to it.

When they got home, she went to go take the dress off, but he motioned her to do over to the sofa so they could look out a motion picture together."James, this odd. You and my mom used to go to dinner then watch a movie in your dinner clothes ?"

"Yes, it was another ritual we had. We would watch a crummy romantic comedy movie and get to fun of the dialogue and plot."He found a silly romcom on cable and put his arm around her shoulder, and she felt so good in his arms as they watched it. A half an hour into the movie he slowly took down the straps of her apparel over her shoulders and started feeling her boob and licking her nipples as she watched the screen.

"Chelsea, we would begin watching the movie but then make our own x rated variation of the picture show the way we wanted it to be. He then rolled her over on her side against the arm of the couch, which puzzled her. He pulled up the frock exposing her ass nerve, since she wasn't wearing panties. He pulled out a bottle of lubricating substance he had hid in his pocket and started putting his lubricator covered fingerbreadth inside her ass.

She knew where this was going."James, I told you I don't take cock up the ass. I took the low butt hack, but your gumshoe is much thicker, and it will hurt. I don't care what my mom did with you. What are you going to ass despoil me if I say no ?"

"No, I am just going to lead what you never gave to anyone else. Now please consecrate yourself to me completely like a unspoiled girl."

She knew she couldn't resist him anymore and after he took down his dress pants to his knee, she got on his lap, and he entered her ass slowly. He had opened her up a lot, so it didn't hurt at all. Obviously, Epistle of James had an anal retentive fixation, since he seemed to love spanking, using a rump plug with vaginal sex, and having anal sex. She bounced up and down on him while they watched the cheesy movie, where the guy barely gets a candy kiss at the end of the movie.

"Chelsea, play with yourself while you give me your anal virginity."

"James, I've never done that in front of a man. It's embarrassing."She caught herself though before he could answer, telling her she had to do it. She started playing with her clit furiously as he came deep into her gut while he massaged her breasts. She came right after him with the strongest sexual climax yet. She wasn't competing with her mom anymore. If she had just met James through supporter, she would be doing the same things as her mom did if he just asked her to. She now liked anal sex and hoped she had delight him as much as she knew he wanted to delight her.

After they finished, they held each early for a prospicient clock time and finally got up to go to bed. As they walked to the bedroom he laughed and said,"the dry cleaner is going to inquire about these stains on our clothes."

When she woke up, she didn't see James River next to her and got scared. She found and bathrobe and looked around until she found him on the deck overlooking the lake, with a full breakfast on the large dining room table. He was wearing his red silk pajamas, which she loved the look of. She was gear up for a great breakfast and a day at the lake again, when he said,"Chelsea, before we eat breakfast on the deck, we need to have an appetizer. He started taking off his pajamas and he said,"take off the robe and lay on the table."

She knew she couldn't say no anymore and did what he asked. She didn't caution about the neighbor anymore. She didn't tending about her mom anymore. She just wanted him whenever and wherever he wanted her. She took off the robe and sat on the table, next to her breakfast, which was now getting frigidness, but she didn't care. He got on top of her and they didn't have sex ; they made love, in many unlike positions. They knew they had found something special and didn't want to let it go.

Chelsea moved in the next week, and she knew they only had three months until the end of the summer, when her 30th natal day would come on working class Day, and then she would throw to leave for her new job 500 sea mile away. She didn't want to have a long-distance relationship, but also wanted a career.

They had a happy, passionate and bit of a kinky relationship, but one day Chelsea started getting turnover, which surprised him. She started sobbing and finally cried out,"I feel like I am competing with my mother. She's gone and I only have memory of her, but your memory board of your time with her is all you have. You don't care about me. I am just a clone of her !"

"Chelsea, that is not true. Maybe it was that way in the very get, but knowing you now, you are your own individual, not a ringer of your mother. You may see like her, but you are unique and special to me in your own way. When we are together, I am with you, not your mom."

She felt better and they enjoyed the summer together. James had executives managing his various party, so he only had to work role time and told Chelsea about what each company was currently working on.

When Chelsea'30th natal day came on Labor Day, they were both sad that they would soon receive to voice and weren't certainly what would happen to their kinship. William James took her out to a dinner party again at the restaurant they had enjoyed earlier in the summer, and when they returned they watched a cheesy romcom and made their own x rated version while they watched it, and laughed while they were doing it.

Afterwards Saint James told her he had something to state her and Chelsea dreaded that he might tell her that he was breaking up with her.

"Chelsea, I have something to enjoin you that you should know, although you might conceive bad of me after I tell you."

"What is it ?"she asked worriedly.

"I was the one who paid your buck private schooling tuition all these years."

Chelsea was shocked."why would you do that ? I'm not your daughter."

"I couldn't have a fry with your female parent and wanted to be married to her and have one but couldn't do either. When I saw icon of you and find out about your life, I was worried that they would never have enough money for you to get a good education, because they would waste all their money, which they ended up doing. I held the tuition fee monetary fund in trustfulness and paid the bill myself directly."

"Why didn't anyone separate me this when I was growing up ?"

"Because your mother and I didn't want my wife to bed, because she might wonder if I was cheating on her with your female parent, which was not the case."

"James IV, why didn't tell me when you first met me ?

"Because I didn't want you to sense obligated to me because of money and wanted you to love me for I am, not for what I did for you."

"I understand. But I would have fallen in love with you either way, but now you know my love is true and not about what I didn't even know you did for me. I want to make my own way on the human race, and since I am leaving you don't have to be concerned that I am just after your money."

"Chelsea, I would never ever think that. I have something else to assure you."

"I am really afraid to get wind this. I am still trying to litigate what you just told me."

"I was afraid that your parents would go broke even after I paid for your tutelage, so I set up a trust for you that you would be capable to draw on once you turned 30 long time old."

Chelsea was speechless."Why would you do that ?"



"When I saw through the impression and emails from your mom what you had accomplished, I knew you might need help after you mom passed. I knew she was sick, but she never told me she was terminally ill. I knew she had probably built up debts you might demand to pay. I was going to have her Tell you when you turned 30 but she passed before that.

He took out a bank statement and showed her the amount of money of money in the trust and was astonished. It was enough that she would never have to bring, but she didn't want that.

"King James I, this is generous of you, but I can't accept this."

"Chelsea, my company's general counselor-at-law could use some assist managing some of my patronage, and she could give you great training to be a lawyer. I wouldn't be giving you anything, the yearly payments would just be equivalent to a grocery rate salary for a lawyer who also has an MBA and some experience. You could stay here with me."

"St. James, I would love that more than anything."

"But there is one thing. We won't be able-bodied to accept nipper of our own but could adopt one."

"Well I have something I was going to recite you too."

"Chelsea, what is it ? ``

"I'm pregnant. Your sperm cell tally may be low but maybe I willed them to float dear because they really wanted to get to my egg. You're not the only one who won't take no for an solution. I want to have a kin with you and spend our lives together.

"But Chelsea, don't you think I am too old for you ?"

"I don't tactile property that way and your spermatozoan don't think so either. You have more sexual Energy Department with me than guys my own age. But from now on sometimes I want to move over the orders in bed, and you can't say no."

"You are a goon negotiant, but I agree Chelsea. I promise."

Chelsea's mom's look saw this aspect from the other slope and smiled that they had both gotten the endorsement opportunity at sexual love they both deserved. Her look laughed to herself that Chelsea and James had together created the most farfetched romcom a writer could ever dream up, patching together every cliché imaginable, except every tantrum was true. In a good romcom, there is always engagement between the two, but the guy always gets the young lady in the end. Sometimes in the ass end.

They looked at each other and he hoped they would throw a great eventide of tempestuous sex. She slowly turned to him and said,"now wait here James, I have a special goody for you, but you have to close your optic while I put my mom's nightgown on. Go put on your pajamas too. Mom told me about everything you guys did, and there is one thing you never did with her. You have to promise though you will do whatever I want."

"I promise Chelsea."

He waited patiently but nervously with his optic closed. He tried to think back what Chelsea's mom had done with him and what they hadn't done. He thought they had done everything a man and cleaning woman can do with former. Maybe Chelsea was going to suggest a threesome ? He never did that with Chelsea's mom.

Chelsea came out of the bedroom and walked over to the couch and sat down. She said,"now open your center and come over to me."

He opened his oculus and saw her in the gown and walked over to her excitedly.

"Now pull down your jammies stern and get over my knee."

He didn't question her and just smiled and obediently got over her stifle and thought he knew what was coming next. As she softly spanked his bottom, he reached for her pussycat, expecting something ardent and wet. He felt something weird though. He looked over to her as she opened her legs and pulled up her nightgown revealing what she had tucked down between her peg. He was horrified to see a strap on dildo between her legs.

"Chelsea no. I won't do that. I am not into that. With me it is an exit only, not an entrance."

"James, turnabout is bonny play they say. And you can't say no, remember ?"She pulled out a feeding bottle of lubricating substance she had hidden under the lounge seat cushion and squirted some onto his now quivering asshole, and slowly stuck a finger's breadth in.

"Chelsea, delight no."

"Yes James II. Now separate me all the naughty matter you did to me these past months. By the way, have you ever pick up of a adult female milking a man's prostrate ?"

"Yes, Chelsea."

"I like that countersign yes. I am going to enjoy hearing that countersign a lot more from you."

"I love you so much Chelsea. You can do anything to me you want to."

James winced as Chelsea pulled her digit out of his ass."Now get down on all four James, like a dear doggy. Time to aim your punishment."She got down behind him and he knew what was going to derive next. It was going to be a prospicient night. Chelsea was rightfulness. She was not her mother. She was much kinkier than her mother and had big plans for Henry James sexually going forward. He might not like some of her ideas at 1st, but she knew they would never say no to each other.

Chelsea's mother's sprightliness looked down on the scene with amusement. Chelsea had created her own edition of a romanticist comedy. This one is where instead of the guy getting the girl in the end of the movie, the girl gets the guy in the end. Sometimes in the rear end .