Maggie and Michael plotted.

It was virtually impossible for Michael to find a moment of alone time with Charlie, so that he could talk to him about the marriage thing. During the daytime, if Charlie wasn't in class or doing homework, he was parked on the couch playing video games with Jake; once they retired to bed for storytime, Charlie almost always fell immediately into a sound snoring sleep. So even if Robin wasn't around, Michael wasn't able to talk with him at all. So, Maggie and Michael had to plot about how to get the two of them alone for at least a few minutes.

"I still don't see why you need to talk to him about it," Maggie said. "He's not going to say no."

"Probably not."

"And even if he does, what are you going to say? 'Okay, I won't?'"

"No," he said, "but, I mean, it'll make things more complicated, right? And if they're going to be complicated, I want to know up-front. I don't want to 'pop the question' and then have that sort of stuff hanging over our heads."

"I guess. He's only seven, though, and annoying. I'll be so mad at him if he says no."

"I don't think you should be mad at him. He lost his father when he was a little boy, and that's got to be hard."

"I lost my father when I was a little girl, and I can't wait until you're my daddy!"

He put his hand on her knee. "I understand, Maggie, and I want you to know how honored I am that you're okay with this."

"Okay with it? I'm pumped!!!"

He couldn't help but smile, even though he tried to have a serious look on his face. "Yeah, but... I'm still, I still want to be sensitive to the fact that you must miss your father terribly."

She nodded, her smile going away for a moment, a rare look of pensive contemplation on the girl's face. "Yeah. I do."

"And I want you to know that I don't think I can replace him. I mean, I'm not trying to replace him or anything."

She looked at him, squinting her eyes. "Are you practicing?"

"Huh?"

"Are you practicing the speech you're gonna give Charlie?"

"What? No! I'm serious, Maggie."

She was still a little squinty-eyed. "Okay."

"I understand, and I really respect, how much you loved your father. It seems like he must have been a really remarkable guy."

She nodded.

"And a really good father, too."

She nodded again, looking at Michael with a serious expression. But, he couldn't help thinking, she was actually fighting off a smile.

"But I really love your mom, and I really love you, and I really love Charlie."

She couldn't hold back the smile any more.

"I don't think I can replace your father at all," he continued, even though he felt like he was fighting a losing battle. "But I do think that I can--that we can make a really nice family."

"You are practicing!" Now the smile was really big.

He laughed. "Maybe a little."

"Okay. You can practice. I'll pretend to be Charlie." She slouched back in the chair and crossed her arms, making a big pouting scowl on her face.

He shook his head in a mocking tease. "You are so silly, Maggie," he said. "Okay, I'll practice. Charlie, I want to ask your mother to marry me."

"No!" Maggie said.

"Oh come on, Charlie's not like that!"

"Yes he is! Okay, fine. Keep going."

"I really love her, and..."

"Do you have sex with her?" She couldn't help grinning, even though she tried to keep her pouting face on.

"Oh come on, he won't ask that."

She grinned fully now. "Do you fuck her? Do you fuck like rabbits?"

"This isn't helping, Maggie."

She giggled and sat up. "I'm just so excited! I can't wait until you ask her! She's so totally going to say 'yes!'"

"Well, I can't ask her until I get to talk to Charlie."

"Yeah, I know."

"And I need to figure out how to get alone with him."

"Yeah. Hey, I know! I'll ask Mom to go to the bathroom with me at dinner. Then you'll be alone with him for a little while."

"I suppose that'll work."

"Yay!"

"Speaking of dinner," he said, looking at his phone to check the time, "we should probably get going. Robin said she'd meet us there when Charlie was done with his test."

Maggie played her role perfectly; half-way into dinner, she told Robin that she needed to go to the bathroom. "Mommy, will you come with me?"

"Um, sure, okay," Robin said, obviously confused that the otherwise independent girl decided she needed her mother along for a trip to the bathroom. But, it worked. The two of them left, and Michael was finally alone with Charlie.

"Charlie," Michael said to the boy, "I think I might want to ask your mother to marry me, and I'd like to have your permission. What do you think?"

The boy just shrugged, looking down at his handheld.

"You don't have an opinion, one way or the other? Hey, would you put the phone down for a second? It's really important to me that you're okay with the idea."

He put his phone down and looked at Michael. "I'm okay with it, I guess."

"I know I can't replace your real dad, and I won't even pretend I can, okay?"

The boy shrugged again.

"But I really love your mom and I want to help her raise you kids. I'd love the chance to do that."

"Okay," was all the boy said, and Michael figured that was the best he was going to get from him.

"Maggie and I were thinking all of us could have a picnic on the observation deck, so we could all be there and all ask her together. What do you think of that?"

"Sure," the boy said, shrugging his shoulders again.

"Where were we?"

After dinner, Maggie had finished her homework quickly, and she and Michael retreated to his room while Robin stood watch over Charlie, making sure he was focused on his homework instead of a game on his phone.

"I don't remember."

"I do," Maggie said. "He was holding onto her hair and moving back and forth, remember?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

The girl looked through the document on the tablet for a moment. "Here we go... 'Amber's mouth was warm, like a fresh-baked loaf of bread...' Loaf of bread???"

Michael shrugged. "Erotic writers run out of similes I suppose."

"Similes?"

"Yeah, you know, comparisons. 'Maggie is as cute as a button,' that sort of thing."

She grinned at him. "Are buttons cute?"

"I guess. It's an expression anyway. I suppose they're little, but very important."

That made her smile. "'...and as warm as the water of a steam bath. As he slid his cockhead in and out, spittle began to flow down his shaft and drip from his balls in a long silvery string.' Spittle? Like, spit? That's kinda gross, isn't it?"

He shrugged again. "I dunno, it's kinda hot."

"Really? You like it, when, like, spit drips from your balls?"

"I guess. Whatever. Keep reading."

"'Holding her tightly in place by the locks of her auburn hair that he had wrapped through his fingers, he pushed in deep. The little cheerleader's eyes went wide as she felt his thick head push against the back of her mouth. She looked up at him and saw his face turn red, and he started shaking, and he held his cock deep in her mouth as he let out a long, low, masculine groan. Suddenly she felt something warm and wet shoot out of him and strike hard against the back of her mouth, even firing down her throat.

"'Oh fuck!" He shouted...'"

"You really shouldn't read the naughty words," Michael said.

"'Oh fuck! Take my cum Ashley you little whore!' Wait," Maggie paused, scanning the story with her eyes, "isn't her name Amber?"

"Yeah, I think it's supposed to be funny. Like he forgot her name and called her something else."

"Oh. Is that funny?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little."

"Why did he call her a whore?"

"I don't know, sometimes guys say that sort of thing when they cum."

"Oh. Do you?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you say that with Mom?"

"Maybe, I don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

"I guess sometimes you don't remember what you say when you cum."

"Why not?"

"Because your body is so full of endorphins and stuff, I suppose."

"Endorphins?"

"Yeah. Hormones--chemicals that give you pleasure."

"Oh!" She smiled. "I know what you mean!"

"Yeah, you do!" He grinned broadly at her, and she grinned, too, her little dimples appearing on her blushing cheeks.

She looked back down at the tablet. "'He held her in place as he pumped his hot semen into her mouth...' So he ejaculated in her mouth?!?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." She looked a bit confused. "Do you do that?"

"Well, I like to."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's nice."

"Do you ejaculate in Mom's mouth?"

"You ask the most inappropriate questions! What kind of eleven year old asks a guy a question like that?"

She grinned. "What kind of guy lets a eleven year old read a story like this?"

"The kind of guy who tried to stop her but she just did it anyway."

She giggled. "Well, I think you do ejaculate in Mom's mouth, since you didn't say you don't."

He raised his eyebrows. "Maybe."

"Does she like it?"

"I think so. She seems to." Michael couldn't help remembering the various times that her mother had shown his cum to him, rolling it around on her tongue, before she swallowed it.

"I hope she does," Maggie said. She got a dreamy smile on her face. "I bet she does." She looked back down at the tablet. "'When he finished, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, and the sweet little cheerleader looked up at him, closed her mouth, and swallowed.' Ooo, that's sexy! Does it taste good?"

"I don't know. I guess they say it's an acquired taste."

She looked thoughtfully at him for a second. "Do you think I'll like the way it tastes? "

"I don't know."

"Does Mom like it?"

"I guess so."

She smiled at that. "I think I will, too."

"I hope so. It's important to swallow it."

"It is? Why?"

"I don't know. It makes the man feel important, I guess. It's a way to let him know that you like him."

"Oh."

"So when you have a boyfriend, make sure you swallow it!" He grinned at her.

"I don't want a boyfriend," she said, looking down.

"You don't?"

"No. I... I mean, I do, it's just..." She raised her eyes, to look at him. "It's just, I know you're gonna marry Mom, but..."

"Oh, Maggie!" he said, reaching out to hug her. She gave him a shy little smile as he pulled her into him. "I love you, sweetheart, and I don't plan on letting the fact that your mom and me are married--I mean, assuming she says 'yes,' I don't plan on letting that change anything about you and me."

"Okay."

"Because what we have is very special to me."

This made her cheeks dimple with a big smile. "A 'special kind of like!'"

"That's right!" He leaned his head in and kissed her.

She climbed up on his lap, all smiles now. "Read some more of the story!" She leaned over and picked up the tablet and handed it to him.

He took the tablet from her and cleared his throat before he started reading. "'The next morning...' Wait, I'm just going to skip to the good parts."

"The 'good parts!'" she giggled. "You mean the dirty parts!"

He laughed. "I guess so!" He scanned the document for a second. "Here we go... 'Amber pulled her cheerleader sweater over her head, her braless beauties bouncing like two over-filled water balloons..."

"Water balloons? That's not very sexy!"

"Yeah, this guy's not really a very good writer. But I do like 'braless beauties bouncing.' That's kinda hot."

Maggie looked down at her chest. "I can't wait until I have something that can bounce a little."

"You're pretty sexy the way you are right now."

She smiled. "Still, I bet you wish I had titties."

"Nah, I special like you just the way you are." He reached out a hand and set it on her belly. She did the same, reaching her hand out and setting it on his chest.

"But you like Mom's titties."

"True. She has really nice breasts."

"Bouncing beauties!"

Michael smiled. "You could say that!"

"See? I want bouncing beauties, like Mama!"

"Sure, that's understandable. Most girls your age do, I suppose. But don't think for one second that you aren't sexy just the way you are." As he spoke, he moved his hand up, from her belly, to her chest.

"You really think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, I really do."

"I think you're sexy, too." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Her fingers found his nipple through his shirt, and began tracing circles around it.

Michael looked back at his tablet. "'Amber lifted her pleated red and white cheerleader skirt,'" he read, "'showing Sean that she didn't have any panties on.'" His fingers found her nipple now, through her shirt, and together they softly touched each other.

"No panties! That's sexy!" she said.

"Uh huh."

"Maybe I should go without any panties sometimes. Would you like that?"

"In a skirt?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay." He looked back down at the story. "'She spread her legs...'"

"Ooooh, she wants to have sex with him!"

"She does!"

"She wants to 'fuck like rabbits' with him!"

Michael laughed. "'She spread her legs,'" he started again, "'revealing a bald pussy with a bright pink slit.'"

"Bald? Doesn't she have pubic hair yet?"

"I guess she shaves."

"Oh, right. Do you think I should shave mine, when I get hair?"

"I don't know."

"Do you like it when girls are shaved?"

"I guess, yeah."

"Do you shave yours?"

"I do. I shave my balls, and trim the hair above it."

"Oh. Then I should probably shave mine, too. I mean, when I get something that needs to be shaved. I don't have anything yet. I'm sorry I don't have any hair yet, or any titties. I know I'm too young for you."

"You're not too young for me, babygirl."

She smiled, both of their fingers still exploring each other's nipples.

"'Sean's cock was huge as he moved into position, throbbing and leaking,'" Michael continued reading.

"Leaking? What's that mean?" Maggie asked. "Why was it leaking?"

"It's called precum. That happens when a guy is really excited."

"Oh, and he's really excited, because he gets to fuck her."

"Right."

"I'm kinda excited, too," she said.

"Really?"

She looked down shyly, her cheeks going red. "Yeah. Sometimes... I get a little tingly."

"And you're a little tingly right now?"

She nodded. Then she reached her hand down and set it on her pants, between her legs. "And... I like to play with my pussy when I get tingly. Is that okay?"

Michael's breath caught in his throat. "Of... of course it is, Maggie, I really like it when you do that."

"I do, too."

He dropped his hand from her nipple, down her belly, sliding it over her hand. "Is it okay, if I play with your pussy a little with you?"

Her face was bright red now, and she nodded. Together their fingers danced between her legs. It took all the concentration that Michael had to go back to reading the story again.

"'His cock slipped into her swollen pink slit.'"

"Ooooh, he's gonna, he's gonna fuck her now!" Maggie moaned. "They're gonna fuck like rabbits now!"

"Uh huh. 'Amber was tight and hot and soaking wet, and he entered her easily, and started slamming in and out of her.'"

"Slamming," she said breathlessly. "Just like you do to Mama!" She slid her hand up a little, then slipped it down inside her pants. "It feels better," she said in a little whisper, "when I play with my pussy inside my pants."

"Is it okay if I put my hand inside your pants, too?" he asked.

She quickly nodded. "Yes... please..."

He slipped his hand inside her pants, joining her fingers as together they stroked her little clit.

"Ooooh!" she moaned in a high-pitched whisper. Again, Michael had to force himself to go back to the story.

"'Shortly Sean's cock began to explode..."

"Oh! Oh!" Maggie moaned, louder this time. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna...."

"'...and he pumped shot after shot...'"

"Ohhhh!"

"'...of cum inside the little cheerleader.'"

Maggie's body was convulsing now, tight up against him on his lap, both of their fingers vigorously rubbing her clitty. She was wet, very wet, and getting even wetter. Michael's fingers were soaked.

She let out a big sigh, her eyes glassy, as she slowly came down from her orgasm, her body shaking in little aftershocks as they continued playing with her clit. Then she pulled her hand out of her pants and stuck her fingers in her mouth, looking up at him. He pulled his hand out as well.

"That was so sexy, babygirl."

"Thanks, Daddy," she said. "It was..." She took a deep breath. "Really nice."

"I'm glad." Then he lifted his hand up to her mouth, and she took her fingers out and took his in, sucking on them.

The very next day it was, a month after their voyage through outer space had begun, with Earth now just a bluish dot only slightly larger than all the other dots, that Maggie spread out a blanket on the floor of the observation deck and the four of them, Michael and Robin, Maggie and Charlie, sat down for a meal that he'd ordered special from the kitchen staff, some pasta in Alfredo sauce with the best bottle of Italian red that the commissary had to offer. He poured Robin a glass, and one for himself, and then a little bit in another glass for Maggie. And while Charlie sat there already chewing on a piece of bread, and Maggie sat up on her knees with a beaming smile, he lifted his glass in a toast.

"What the heck is going on, you two?" Robin asked, looking from Maggie to Michael and back to Maggie again. "What is this all about?"

"He's gonna ask you to marry him, Mommy!" Maggie blurted out.

Michael just laughed.

"Are you serious?" Robin said, looking at him with her beautiful blue eyes wide.

"Yes!" Maggie shouted gleefully, bouncing on her knees.

"Well, this isn't exactly how I'd planned it..." He gave Maggie a teasingly serious look.

"I'm sorry," the girl said. "I know I was supposed to keep it secret, but not anymore, right? I'm just too excited!"

"Wait, you guys have been planning this?"

"Yep!"

Michael raised his glass again. "Robin Carlyle, will you make me the happiest man on Earth--well, you know what I mean, the happiest man in space I guess..." He paused. "Let me start over. Robin Carlyle, will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband and the father to your dear and wonderful children?"

"Oh my god, Michael," she said, and she started sobbing. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm a blubbering idiot right now." She tried to take a deep breath. Maggie handed her a napkin, and she dabbed at her eyes for a second. "Michael, I never thought..." She had to take another deep breath and wipe more tears from her face. "I never thought in a million years I'd meet someone who would make me feel like... Oh, Michael, yes, of course I'll marry you!"

Now Maggie was sobbing as well. Even Charlie had set down his piece of bread and was watching the goings-on around him. Michael wrapped his arms around Robin, then reached out to the children, and they all hugged.

"So..." Robin said, once the tears had abated a bit, "you were all planning this already?"

"Yeah, we'd talked about it," Michael said. "I wanted to make sure it was okay with the kids before I asked you."

She shook her head. "You're a good man, Michael Dubane. And I think you'll make a fine father, too."

"I just know he will!" Maggie gleamed.

That evening, he read to the kids again after they had gotten ready for bed, with Maggie in her little nightgown snuggled up against him while her mother sat at the little desk in their room, grading homework assignments, and Charlie fell asleep in his bed. When Robin finally got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, Maggie immediately reached her hand over to him and set it on his pants, once again feeling the shape of his cock under her fingers. She pulled her nightie up with her other hand, then slipped it down inside her panties. Almost instantly she was making an adorable rhythmic little sound, "Uh, uh, uh..."

Michael set the book, open face down, on his chest, and reached his hand down to join hers, in her panties and over her busy little fingers. He began stroking his middle finger along her slit. Her breathing grew immediately shallower and louder and she lifted her hips and began pumping them in the air. Wetness suddenly surged from inside her, and she moved her other hand up to the waistband of his pants and pushed it down, inside, until cool little fingers now touched the hot flesh of his bare cock. She let his finger take control of her pussy entirely, pulling her hand out of her panties and sliding it up her belly and under her nightie until she was rubbing her nipples. The fingers of her other hand gripped his cock, simply holding tightly to it, and she continued pumping her hips in the air, and her legs began to shake.

"Ooooh, Daddy!" she whispered. "Ooooh Daddy!"

The young girl orgasmed, a long, sustained climax. When she'd finished, she lay with her head on his chest, panting and occasionally whispering "Oh, Daddy," in a very soft and satisfied voice, while he kept his hand inside her panties, gently stroking her soft wet pussy, and she kept hers down his pants, just holding to his cock. And she began kissing him, covering his neck and cheek in little kisses.

"I want to kiss your cock, Daddy," she whispered.

"I want to kiss your pussy, sweetheart."

"I want..." His finger gently rubbed her clitty and she had to pause to take a deep breath. "I want you to do what he does in the story..." Another deep breath. "...and like you do to Mama. I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Oh, sweetie, that's so sexy."

"Will you, please? I want to know what it tastes like."

"I don't think there's time right now. Your mom will done in the bathroom soon."

"Yeah..." Breath... "Maybe she wouldn't like it."

"I'm not sure," he said. "Maybe not." He pulled his hand out of her panties and slipped it up and under her nightgown until he found a soft, undeveloped nipple, and gently massaged it in little circular rubs.

"But will you promise to do it?" she asked. "Soon?"

"I promise, sweetie."

The door to the bathroom opened, and they both quickly removed their hands from their compromising positions and he picked up the book and began reading again. Robin looked over at them with what seemed to Michael to be a knowing smile. A few minutes later, Maggie was asleep in her sweet orgasm-induced stupor, and Michael slipped out of the bed from beside, and underneath, her. He gave her mother a hug and a kiss.

"Since we're engaged now," he said, smiling teasingly at her, "maybe you want to wait until we're legal to have sex again?"

"Are you nuts?" she answered with a grin. "I'm horny as hell, and I think you are, too."

"Me? No, I'm never horny."

She reached her hand down to his cock. "Who do you think you're fooling? You're hard as a rock!"

"Nah, not me."

"I think Maggie turned you on."

"Maybe..."

She unzipped his pants and knelt in front of him. As she pulled his pants down and started sucking on his cock, he couldn't help but look over at beautiful Maggie while she slept, imagining how wonderful it would be to have her little lips wrapped around his cock, and to cum in her mouth, and to fuck her while she called him "Daddy." That's when he saw that Maggie's eyes were open. She was watching them, watching her mom giving head. And Robin gave her daughter another quality lesson in the sex education curriculum, sucking and jacking with remarkable skill until he exploded, then showing him his cum pooled on her tongue before swallowing.

Then they climbed on Robin's bed, and he took his turn, down between her legs, and gave Maggie another lesson, her mother's legs wrapped around his head as he licked and sucked and noshed her to a very loud and fulfilling climax. He wasted no time after she'd cum, he mounted her immediately, sliding his once-again hard cock into her open and distended cunt. He made love to her with vigor, knowing that his little girlfriend was watching the whole time. He did have to wonder, though, what the girl thought when her mother exclaimed in a loud whisper-shout, in her best Maggie-mimicking voice, "Oh Daddy! Cum inside me!" Which, of course, he did.

For the next chapter in this story, see The Voyage of a Lifetime, Chapter Six.