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 KAREN 10 - MUM!



   Rae and I were totally engrossed in our lovemaking when a scream rent
the air.

   "MUM!"

   Leslie's voice!

   I spun round.

   Alex was standing beside Leslie, her head in his hands, and he was
trying to push his erection into her mouth.

   Rae's screams joined those from Leslie

   I didn't think, just reacted.

   Time slowed to a crawl.

   The knife I kept attached to my headboard was in my hand, my hand swung
back; with a grunt of effort, I threw the knife at Leslie's assailant.

   The stainless steel knife turned lazily as it crawled toward the boy.

   He turned his head toward me, his screams now filling the air.

   One and a half turns.  That's all I'd allowed.  That's all it needed. 
The point eased its way through the shirt, then skin and then the muscle
beneath, emerging the other side of his arm, blood shooting everywhere.

   The door crashed open.  Gail and Paul took in the situation instantly.

   The tableau was imprinted forever in my mind: Rae lying naked on my bed;
I kneeling on the floor, my head between her legs.  Leslie, also naked,
sitting leaning against the foot-board of the bed, legs parted, hands deep
into her cunt, masturbating.  Alex, holding Leslie's head, trying to push
his erect cock into Leslie's mouth.  Now, the silver shaft of my knife
protruding from both sides of his upper arm.

   Gail dragged Alex out of the door.  I was sure that she would tend to
him and decide just what medical attention he really required.

   Paul scooped up Leslie and tried to cuddle her but she squirmed out of
his arms and ran to mine.  Rae jumped into her father's arms.  We held our
loved ones, cuddling, protecting, reassuring.  The thundering roar that had
flooded my ears subsided and I started to hear sounds again.  Voices.

   "Mum, Mum, Mum." Leslie sobbed.

   "My dearest, I can't get you your mother, my precious.  Let me hold you,
let me love you." I too was sobbing now.

   "Karen, Karen, she means you." Paul spoke quietly, calmly, soothing us
all with his gentle voice.  "She usually says mum when she means you.  Only
she hasn't talked to you about it yet."

   I looked into Leslie's eyes.

   "You told my dad you'd look after me," she said, "you're the only mum I
know.  You've been more of a mum to me that my real mother ever was.  Why
do you think I was in bloody Beeches?"

   She looked at me, desperation and horror, pleading and hope, filling her
eyes.

   "You'll be my mum won't you?  Please, please . . .  " She buried her
head in my chest.

   "Will you be my daughter then?" I asked her.

   Leslie looked up at me, wild emotions flashed across her features.

   "Does that . . .  I'm gonna be your . . .  Yes I want to . . .Please,
please, please." She looked down, then into my eyes again.

   "Mum, I love you."

   How can four words tear your heart so?

   "I love you too, my own precious one, daughter of mine." I smiled
through my tears.

   Leslie smiled too.

   "Thank you Mum.  Thank you for stopping him."

   "I will always protect you my darling.  Always." We held each other for
a long, long time.  Just comforting each other and being with each other.
Settling into our new relationship.  I was a mother, just under twelve
years old and I was mother to an eight-year old.  I wondered if I could
take the strain and pressure of my new responsibilities.  I remembered what
Gail had said in the hospital.

   'Mr.  Sanderson has already spoken to me about Leslie,' she had said,
'But it's you who he wants to look after her.'

   I hadn't realised just what I had agreed to.  Now that I had accepted my
responsibility, I hoped that I could live up to it.

   We dressed, fully.  Underwear, vests, T-shirts, jeans and jumpers.  I
held my *daughter's* <grin> hand as we walked downstairs.  I pulled Leslie
behind me when we entered the lounge.  Why?  Just in case.

   Paul sat in his chair, Rae on his lap.  We hadn't noticed them leave.

   Seeing us, Rae jumped up and ran over to hug us.

   "I'm sorry, I was so silly and screamed," she said guiltily, worried and
concerned at her own actions.  Paul and I were both shocked by her concern.


   Paul came over and knelt beside me as both he and I hugged the child and
reassured her that she wasn't silly; that WE would have screamed if we had
been her.

   Rae's trust in her father was so solid that she was easily mollified. 
While she knew he joked with her and teased her, she knew that she could
trust him totally.

   Rae and Leslie knelt on the floor together, heads together playing and
talking.

   "I've got a new Mum," Leslie told Rae proudly.  She held my hand and
looked up into my eyes, her smile wide and bright enough to light up the
whole town.

   "Are you Leslie's mummy now?" Rae asked me.  Smiling I nodded.

   "How does it feel to be a parent?" Paul asked, a smile on his face.

   "Exhausting," I replied, "totally exhausting." He laughed.

   "Paul, where's Gail and . . ."

   Paul didn't let me finish.

   "They've gone to Leeds," he said.  "His mum and dad have to be told
about this."

   I nodded.  I knew I was going to be in big trouble, knifing their son.

   "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused," I said.  I was totally
downhearted.

   Paul turned to me.

   "You, young lady, have NOTHING to be sorry about." The feeling in his
voice made the girls turn round surprised.  "If I'd been there I'd have . .
." He trailed off.  I knew what he would have wanted to do.

   "Anyway," he continued after a couple of moments, "there's someone in
the kitchen who wants a word with you."

   Puzzled I went into the kitchen.  There sat Nigel, for once not dressed
in his usual immaculate suit and tie.  He was examining my knife.  He
looked up as I entered, and slid the knife across the table toward me.

   "Show me." He said pointing to a dartboard on the back door.

   I picked up the knife and threw.  Bulls eye.  50% of skill is in having
luck at the right time.  I had my luck today.  Twice.  The first time
because I'd aimed at Alex's head and hit his arm.  The second time, by
hitting the bull, when I would have been glad to hit the board.

   Nigel walked over to the dartboard, withdrew the knife, he gave it back
to me, handle first.

   "You done good, girl, very good.  I'll get you a sheath for that." He
nodded at the knife in my hands.

   As he walked to the door, he paused and thought for a moment.  He came
back to me taking out his wallet.  He pulled out a small card.  I
recognized it.  It was a gift certificate I'd given him a while back -
value: one massage.

   "Will you give me a massage tomorrow?" he asked.  I nodded smiling
widely.  I knew that I had won Nigel's respect and in an area, he had never
expected me to either.  I would gladly give him his massage.

   The evening passed quietly.  I sat on the sofa, Paul in his chair.  The
girls changed about.  On the floor one moment; either side of me the next.
Each on a lap the moment after; then back on the floor.  Then at half past
nine, Leslie took Rae's hand and they went upstairs.  Five minutes later,
they returned in their nighties.  They kissed us both good night.  Leslie
told me that Rae would be sleeping with her tonight.  She looked across at
Paul very pointedly.  Both Paul and I got the message.

   As they closed the door behind them, Paul turned toward me.

   "Will you honour me by sleeping with me tonight?" he asked.

   "It's I who will be honoured, kind sir," I replied.  Hand in hand, we
went upstairs to his bedroom.

   I'm sure I have said before that Paul is a magnificent lover.  Gently,
he undressed me, kissing my body as he uncovered it.  Lifting off my vest,
he lay me down on his bed.  I relaxed, my arms above my head, naked to the
waist.  I watched as he undressed completely.  Paul lay beside me and ran
his hand over my chest, my breasts.  He lowered his mouth to mine, and we
kissed.  His fingers played with my nipples, teasing me, firing my desire.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed.

   He started to unbutton my jeans; I helped him with the stiff zip and
lifted my hips off the bed as he pulled them down and off me.  I too was
naked now and felt free in my nudity with him.  Turning toward him, I
pushed him onto his back.  I kissed him then trailed my kisses down his
neck, his whiskers prickling me.  The thought of his rough, whiskered, skin
against the tender, soft skin of my mons excited me.

   I sucked on his nipples, felt them harden against my tongue.  I
continued licking and nipping, getting hairs in my mouth, hairs on my
tongue.  My tongue played across his stomach down to his navel.  I swirled
it in the deep depression, tasting him, his own special flavour.

   Lower I kissed, into his pubic hair, through the dense forest of his
pubes, until I nuzzled against the base of his erect cock.  Wrapping my
hand around the shaft of his cock I eased myself over the crown.  Paul's
cock wasn't huge, 6 or 7 inches in length, though the girth was surprising.
I slid the uncircumcised foreskin down to reveal the smooth purple crown. I
dropped my mouth onto this warm, velvety, iron rod.

   I sucked and teased; I wanted Paul to cum quickly.  Quickly this time,
so that he could last longer when I mounted him.  I forced myself to be as
light as a feather and soft as a dream on his cock.  I wanked his cock into
my waiting mouth and, as I anticipated, within moments he came.  His cum
flooded into my waiting, eager mouth.  I caught it all and gladly swallowed
every drop.

   Now Paul could service me, then we would get on with the main event.  I
twisted round and swung my leg over him.  Facing his head, I lowered my hot
wet cunt onto his mouth.  He didn't disappoint me.  As soon as his tongue
could reach, it was flying over my supersensitive slit.  His lips sought
out and freed my hiding clit, freeing it to be pounced upon by his waiting
tongue.  Kneeling astride him, I didn't need my grip on the headboard for
balance, so I used both hands to further inflame my throbbing titties.

   I massaged my titties, gripping and squeezing the tit flesh while
pulling and twisting the engorged nipples.  Soon, too soon, I was engulfed
within my own orgasm.  Throwing my head back, I gave into the climax
smashing through me.  Panting and gasping for breath I rode the 'little
death' until I surfaced the other side.  Skin aflame and supersensitive,
soaked in my sweat and suffused with my hot blood.

   I moved down Paul's body.  Dragging my wet, leaking, slit over his skin.
The longer hairs on his chest did not scrape my tender flesh as his
whiskers had done, rather they actually soothed the abused flesh, firing
more pleasurable sensations through my tensing, screaming body.

   I laid a trail of my juices from his face to his cock.  When I finally
bumped into his, once again erect cock I stopped.  I kissed him deeply,
tasting my own juices on him, loving his taste and smell, inflamed by the
thought of riding his hard, proud cock.

   Kneeling more upright, I grasped his straining erection and slid the
crown all the way from top to bottom of my slit.  Lubricating his cock;
inflaming our desires.  I positioned him at the entrance to my vagina and
slowly lowered myself onto him.

   I was so absorbed in the sensation of him entering me, filling me; that
I didn't hear myself cry out.  I mashed my clit against his hard, hairy,
pubic bone.  Flames of passion careered through my slender frame.  I rocked
back and forth.  Back, the increased depth of penetration, the added
pressure on my cervix, the expanding sense of fullness fired me.  Forward,
the pressure directly upon my clit almost drove me wild.

   Again I felt the sense of fullness, of womanhood, the sense of being my
true self that I only ever felt when fully penetrated by a man I love.  I
love Leslie, Gail, Rae.  I love making love with them.  Girl/girl sex isn't
better than boy/girl sex, it's different.  Generally though, I really
prefer at least one of my partners to be male.  Having a hard cock deep
within you brings out something deeply female.

   Supporting myself on Paul's chest, I started to raise myself off him and
then quickly drop down again.  I rode him, gaining speed and height with
each passing minute.

   Paul lay passively beneath me, sensing my need to do this myself.  To
make myself an adult, a parent, almost to fuck myself out of childhood.

   When I laced my fingers together behind my head, Paul raised his hands
to my breasts.  Twin explosions radiated from my titties as he gripped and
squeezed the nipples.  Closer and closer I came to my orgasm, faster and
faster I rode.

   I felt Paul's cock expand within me; seconds later his shaft shot stream
after stream of cum deep into my belly.  This pushed me over the edge into
my own climax.  I shuddered and gasped through this second orgasm, still
arching backward, arms behind my head, still only supported by Paul's grip
on my breasts.

   Slowly I came down from heaven.

   I lay forward onto my lover and rested.  I felt the power of this man as
his chest expanded effortlessly to lift and lower me as he breathed.  I
looked across at Gail's dressing table and saw Rae and Leslie quietly
watching us.

   As they were now sure we'd finished Leslie led Rae toward the door.

   "We wanted to see what happened when you made love," Leslie said simply.
She came to the side of the bed and touched my cheek gently.  "You are so
beautiful when you cum," she said.  "Good night." Holding hands she and Rae
left our room.

   "Good night Rae, Good night Leslie." Paul and I spoke in unison.

   "How long have they . . .  " I started.

   "They came in when I was getting undressed.  They were quiet weren't
they?" Paul replied.

   I lay spooned in Paul's strong arms.  His front pressing hard on my
back, his soft cock nestling against my bum cheeks.  I was getting excited
again, wet again.  I turned my head and kissed him.

   "Stop it and go to sleep," I told him.

   "Stop what?" he asked puzzled.

   I don't think I really heard him - I was asleep.

   The next morning was spent getting ready for Nigel.  Nigel is at least
six foot six inches tall and weighs about twenty-two stone.  None of which
is fat!  He can lift me with one hand while lifting Leslie and Rae with the
other, without any sign of effort.  I was to give him a massage.  I was to
stretch and relax HIS muscles!  Leslie and I studied my massage book
looking for hints and extra help in dealing with someone like Nigel. 
Mid-morning I had a flash of inspiration: I phoned Sue James at Fen View.
She was a professional masseuse, perhaps she could help me.

   Sue returned my call within half an hour.  After asking one question -
was the massage to be sexual?  I answered honestly - yes.  She spoke to me
for about fifteen minutes, explaining the order in which to do things.  How
to undress, when to undress.  How to undress the 'client'.  How to begin
the sexual portion of the massage.  Which creams to use on men and which to
use on women.  Leslie and I gathered the things I needed.  Then we waited.

   Spot on time Nigel arrived, punctual as always.

   "Good morning Sir," I greeted him.

   He smiled his quiet, gentle smile.

   "Good morning My Lady," was his reply.

   I led him to my room and asked him to get undressed and lie on the
'table'.

   I had removed my bed frame and lain my mattress on the floor.  I knew I
had to have a lot of support for Nigel's weight.

   I left the room and waited for ten minutes.

   Knocking on the door I entered my bedroom.  Nigel lay face down on the
mattress, a towel across his buttocks.  I knelt beside him and picked up
the bottle of 'Tea Tree Oil' lotion out of the bowl of warm water (no cold
cream on his back!).  I spread the warm lotion on my hands and leaned over
him.

   Nigel's shoulders were solid, as though they were made from the hardest
wood.  I spread the lotion over his skin and eased it into him.  I was not
going to try to relax his muscles, I was going to work on his skin.  I was
going to use that to relax him.

   My hand movements were gentle, long and slow.  I ensured that I always
had plenty of lotion and that I allowed plenty of time for the lotion to be
absorbed.  Following Sue's advice I stopped when I reached the towel.

   "Turn over please sir."

   Nigel turned over, as I held the towel to keep him covered.

   Taking his left arm, I lifted it and placed his wrist on my shoulder. 
This gave me access to his whole arm without me holding it up all the time.
I applied the lotion and then moved around to the other side.  I did the
same to the other arm.  Now I had to take off my T-shirt; I was dripping
with sweat already.  I continued, dressed in my shorts and bra, though my
bra was so wet as to be see through.

   I started applying lotion to his chest.  The Tea Tree oil had a
wonderful effect: on normal skin it was warming; on sensitive skin it
inflamed the sensations.  Firing without burning, subtly exciting the
victim, slowly but constantly.  I watched his nipples, but they hadn't
hardened as I expected.  As I reached the towel again I was puzzled at the
lack of response.  Then Nigel raised himself onto his elbows.

   "Karen, I have a secret, something that you should know about," he said.
"I need to show you something."

   He took my hand, gently as always, and guided down his body, the other
hand removed the towel leaving him naked before me.  He placed the palm of
my hand on his testes, then I realised there was nothing in the sack.

   "Oh," I said in surprise.  I examined the empty sack with my fingers and
eyes.  I now didn't know what to do or say.

   Nigel turned my head toward him and looked into my eyes.

   "I had cancer when I was twenty; I had a choice, give up my testicles to
save my life, or keep them and only live another six to twelve months.  I
choose life."

   He waited.  I knelt beside him and made up my mind.  I took the towel
and, folding it, placed it beside me.  I picked up the lotion again and
poured more onto my hand.

   "I want to carry on with this massage," I said.

   Nigel lay down again.

   "So do I," he said, "so do I."

   I knew he was enjoying this, but not in the way I had expected.  I
applied the lotion to his abdomen, then lower, to his forever flaccid cock
and the empty sack, and then down between his legs.  He parted his legs
without me asking.  When he did, I kissed him on his nipple.  I applied
lotion down both legs, right to his feet.

   "Turn over again please Sir," I said.  He smiled as he rolled over. 
Presented now with his naked back, I finished covering him with lotion. 
Only one more thing to do.

   As his eyes were closed, I let him relax for a few minutes while I
turned on the shower and laid out the soaps.

   "If Sir would come with me, please?" I said.

   Nigel got up, and, naked, walked to the shower stall.  I pushed him
under the water and then let him watch as I too stripped.  Now I also was
naked and I joined him under the warm water.  I washed him all over.  I
applied the soap to my own body then used that to wash him.  I'm sure that
I enjoyed this shower more than he did.  However, I believe that Nigel
enjoyed it as well.

   We dressed and, to my surprise, Nigel lowered his head to mine,
tentatively he kissed me, his lips parted slightly, though his tongue
stayed back.  As he withdrew, I held onto him and kissed him.  This time I
forced my tongue into his mouth and explored him.  I parried against his
tongue for a few joyful moments.  Then as I withdrew from his mouth, his
tongue followed into mine.  I tilted my head back to give him better access
to me.  We kissed for a long time.  I was dizzy when we parted.  He smiled
at me.

   "Where were you when I was nineteen?" he asked.

   I smiled.  "I'm here now.  Thank you Nigel."

   He squeezed me tightly and we parted.

   Nigel went into the kitchen to wait for us to need him.  I went into the
front room.  Gail was sat in her chair, Paul kneeling by her side.  They
looked up as I entered; it was obvious that she had been crying.

   "Jane wants to press charges against you," she said, tears falling
freely again.  "I'm so sorry my precious, she says she wants you in
prison." Gail broke down sobbing.  I didn't know what to do, what to say.
Leslie came to my side and I put my arm around her shoulders.  We looked at
each other.  No one was going to split us up, not now.  Eye to eye we made
a silent pact.  We would do anything to stay together.





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