Chapter 2
Two short stories about our family adventures with foster kids...
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One of the first things I learned as a foster parent was that time spent with kids were just vignettes, and short ones at that. Or maybe that's just how my tired, over-worked brain processed the periods we had together. I have said time and again that people who are natural parents start with a newborn and grow as their kids grow. People like us who are dropped into an already-formed kid's life suffer from a different kind of exhaustion.
All of that complaining falls on deaf ears when I share some of the more interesting vignettes we had with these two kids.
Carey and I tried to build routines for the children as much as possible. Each foster care situation is unique, but what they almost always have in common is a lack of routine. A child who worries about where they will sleep at night or where their next meal will come from, all while having no idea what challenge each new day will bring, simply won't grow up to be healthy adults. Won't happen.
Routine is a key. We had regular bedtimes, bath times, meal times, TV times, etc. And part of that weekly routine was Saturday mornings. Saturdays were the one day of the week that we never had any obligations. We never promised anybody we'd be somewhere early or that we'd work or do anything else. Saturday mornings were for two things: canoodling in bed and big breakfasts.
Small kids wake up early no matter what day it is. It could be Christmas morning or a regular Saturday morning, doesn't matter. They wake up and then they get up. And if the other one is sleeping, they wake that one up, too.
Every Saturday morning is the same things. Leah and Louis come into our room and climb into our bed. When everybody is lying on their back with their legs straight, there's plenty of room. But it never works that way. Kids piled on top of people, legs and arms akimbo. All hope of sleeping late goes out the door.
But this is a happy time, too. It's relaxed and all four of us have a chance to cuddle and tickle and be close.
I want to share two of those Saturday morning vignettes.
The first happened after the kids had been with us for about 6 or 7 weeks. Leah tended to gravitate to me and Louis to Carey. I'm not sure the reasons, but that's how we always seemed to flow.
Leah liked it best when I lay on my back and she would sit tall on my stomach or my chest. Sometimes, she'd ride "horsey" and nearly take every ounce of breath out of my lungs. But she'd sit up high and look down on her brother and Carey and me. She always wore a little princess or cartoon night shirt, and when she'd sit on me her legs would fall off to either side. From my vantage point, I had the best view of her little panties and cameltoe slit. I couldn't help but look.
Carey was kind to me and would tease me occasionally about that view I had. She'd poke me in the ribs and say something about, "Hey, you gotta little bit of drool right here," pointing to the crease in her mouth, all while laughing at my reddened face.
Leah and Louis were oblivious, of course. Leah would just look at me and say, "No, he doesn't. I don't see anything." And Carey would say that I'd already wiped it away.
But this one Saturday morning, Leah wanted to play horsey and moved up my body. Instead of my stomach or chest, she picked my neck.
"Oooomph," came my strangled reply.
"Honey, honey," Carey said, reaching up to stop Leah. "You can't sit on Daddy's neck, that will hurt him."
Well, instead of returning to her normal spot, she moved up to my chin and started to bounce just a little.
I heard a giggle out of Carey.
I couldn't see what was happening because my vision had suddenly become obscured by a yellow, Spongebob nightshirt. My little girl was sitting on my stubbly chin with my face under her gown. And when she started to bounce a little, I moved my chin at the same time.
Carey was talking to Louis as he bounced around, too, but I could tell that she was watching me and Leah. Leah was on her knees, with her legs and bare feet stretched behind her. Carey said that her face looked kind of serene and far off as she just rocked back and forth.
Of course, Carey had no way of knowing that my chin was moving in time with Leah's little hips. My hands found her little bare feet and I just kind of held her like that, her slim body rocking on my face and my unshaven chin rubbing her little cunt.
Knowing that no one could see, I deftly maneuvered her underwear in her crotch to move just a smidge to one side, thus allowing my tongue to finish the job and get a lick of her bare pussy.
In just that moment, she stopped. I didn't breath, not knowing what she might do. Maybe she'd scream or suddenly lift her shirt to show Mommy, or call the cops, I had no idea.
But then I felt her hands. Her delicate little fingers found the top of my head and she actually pulled me into her crotch. This little six year old girl pulled her daddy's face into her pussy for more licking.
I didn't have to be told twice.
With nothing more than my chin acting like Velcro against the cotton fabric of her panties, I licked my little girl from her clit to her asshole. She tasted a little bit like the pee that she'd had that morning, but she also tasted overwhelmingly sweet. And when I wrangled my tongue just a bit into her ass, I felt her body grind down on me even harder.
I couldn't hear much because I was under her shirt, but Carey just kept on talking to baby brother, acting as if nothing at all was happening. It was apparent to anybody looking that I was molesting this little girl with my tongue. But it was also obvious that she was a willing participant, pulling on my head and riding my face.
We increased our pace, my licking and her rocking, until she suddenly stopped and sucked air in through her teeth with a loud hiss. Her little thighs clamped down on my head and I could feel her toes point rigidly in my hands.
I was in awe in that moment. Feeling her tense up and knowing that I had caused it and that she had wanted it… Well, that was beyond description.
I don't think she had an actual orgasm, but she felt a release, that's for sure.
Just a moment after that release, she bounced off me started to tickle her little brother. It was as if nothing ever happened.
Carey looked over at me and smiled deeply as I licked my lips, tasting the last of her juice on me. My pretty wife leaned over and kissed me, running her tongue over my lips and chin. It may be the most erotic moment we've ever shared.
I got no release that morning. After that, we were off to breakfast and a busy Saturday. But Carey remembered and she fucked me hard that night, giving us both some much needed satisfaction after such an erotic morning. Carey's most powerful orgasm came as I told her again about my tongue in Leah's little ass. I knew she was thinking of how it would taste on the tip of her tongue when she got the chance to do the same thing.
The second vignette I wanted to share happened with Louis about a week later. Carey and Leah were gone for the whole day and I was home with the boy. We did all the usual things you do with a hyperactive three year old: watch TV, play with blocks, tear the up the house.
In a serene moment of quiet, we were both sitting on the couch. I was in the habit of giving Louis the junk mail. For two reasons: one, it gave me something to do with the crappy sales stuff that showed up every day, and two, it bought me just a few minutes—a few precious minutes—of quiet time every day.
On this day, I was reading my mail and Louis was reading his. I was still in my pajamas. I'm not sure what caused it (Carey says a puff of wind can make me hard) but I found myself with a hard cock.
That happens from time to time, and usually I can't do anything about it, so I ignore it and it goes away. But this time, Louis was sitting right beside me and it wasn't hard to just let my hands holding mail fall away and for him to see the outline of my erection, which is exactly what he did. The boy was sharp.
He reached over and grabbed me with one hand. His little fingers fit around most of it. I sat up a little straighter to give him better access. When I did, the head poked out over the top of my pajama bottoms. He squealed a little in delight and reached out with the other hand for it.
I didn't say a word, but I lifted myself up a little and pulled the bottoms and my underwear down, completely exposing myself to the boy. My cock looked huge in his little hands. And then he almost immediately put it in his mouth. Not in a toddler way, where everything goes in the mouth. The bulbous head just fit between his lips. He knew what he was doing.
I was so surprised that my initial reaction was to back up and my hard dick plopped out of his mouth. He just looked up at me like he'd done something wrong.
"I'm sorry, buddy" I apologized, "I just wasn't expecting that."
I moved back into place and he again suckled my cockhead.
I felt his mouth there. I felt the warm wetness of his tongue as he sucked me. But the most erotic part of the whole thing was seeing him suck me. Seeing his cheeks pulled in as he tried to draw my juice out. I just had to sit for a moment and watch that.
He did it for about five minutes, and then lost interest. He went back to the junk mail, leaving dear old dad sitting bottomless on the couch with a raging hard cock.
So, I did what any of us would do in that situation, I started to jack off. Well, that got his attention again. He climbed off the couch and kneeled down right in front of me, between my thighs.
His eyes were even with my balls, and I reached down with my left hand and squeezed those for him to see. My cock just got harder and harder, the longer and more intently he watched.
I didn't last long, maybe about three minutes. He just sat on his knees, with his little hands folded in front of him. But he watched me jack off with great intensity, as if he were memorizing the scene.
With an audible cry, my balls started pumping semen. I shot out ribbons of white spunk all over myself. It covered my shirt, my hand and my cock.
"Thanks, buddy!" I said to him when I could. He just smiled and laughed, seemingly pleased with himself.
The rest of the afternoon passed without any more oral sex, I can promise you.
But later that night, after the kids were in bed, I told Carey the whole story.
"He just sucked on the head," I whispered, excited again, "like he'd done it a thousand times."
"Well, maybe he had," she said wryly, "you never know what these kids have seen and done."
And with that, she took her turn on my cock. I didn't last much longer than I did with Louis, but this time I gave her all my cum, which she swallowed happily.
She was still picturing the scene a few minutes later when she spread her legs for her vibrator. I told her again and again how I'd let him hold it and then he suddenly went down on me. She got more turned on with each telling. I had to promise an encore presentation, but one where she could be there to watch. She wanted to see that little face with my dick, too.
And it was that thought—that we'd do it again, whenever she wanted—that sent her over the edge into the abyss of licentious pleasure. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of climaxes hit her, all the while keeping the vibrating pressure on her clit.
It's good to be married to a person who shares your kinks. Carey wasn't always sure about these kids, but she sure has enjoyed some of these special times.