Part 2



"Carter, darling, are you down there?"

Mel pricked up her ears as she walked down the narrow basement stairs, listening for a response from her husband, which wasn't long in coming.

"Yes, come on down, honey."

Shortly afterwards she entered the basement garage and looked around. Carter's little kingdom was neatly organized as always, everything was in its place. The hover was jacked up and her husband's legs were sticking out from under the vehicle. Apparently, he was once again busy giving the old thing a bit of a makeover.

"Are you okay?"

“Yes,” he grumbled, and she heard a loud clatter and a muffled curse. "It's just that darn valve in the rear right booster again. I really don't want to tip out of the fly zone in potentially rush hour traffic."

Mel shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts and grimaced in discomfort.

"Yes, that would be an unpleasant death."

The skyways were terribly crowded every night. And if her husband actually fell uncontrollably from one fly zone into the one below, his demise would be certain. But she didn't want to think about that. And so she bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"But speaking of death, I have news."

“Did something happen?”

Mel nodded silently, but Carter, who continued working, couldn't see, of course. And so she crouched down next to him, placed a hand on his trouser leg, and said quietly:

"Yes, in a way. I'm sorry, honey... but Sam is dead."

The constant rattling that had just filled the garage immediately fell silent. Then the trolley began to move, and her husband appeared. With a serious expression, he blinked up at her, searching her gaze.

"Really?"

His wife nodded.

"Yes, I just had a call from her principal. Apparently, she was chosen by lot to find a volunteer for a vivisection in biology class."

Carter's brows furrowed. Then he sat up and wiped his hands on a dirty rag. He stared past her for a moment before his lips curved into a crooked smile.

"Hmm... Why am I not surprised by this?"

Mel tilted her head questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

But her husband just shrugged and added:

"Oh, it's just that when I flew her to school this morning, she said she was especially looking forward to today. I asked her why, but she just shrugged and chuckled to herself. And when we said goodbye, she kissed me for a long time. Longer than usual and with considerably more tongue."

Melanie blinked a few times, but then bit her lip thoughtfully and nodded.

"Damn, now that you mention it. She gave me a kiss like that, too. And she told me she loved me. Do you think she knew what was coming?"

"Who knows, maybe."

Carter stood up, walked past her to his workbench, and dropped the rag onto it. With his arms crossed, he leaned against the table and met her gaze.

"You know how secretive she could be sometimes."

Mel also rose from her crouching position and approached him. Suddenly she wasn't so sure anymore whether Mrs. Gibson had really told the whole truth. Or perhaps it was more likely that Sam had asked her teacher to skip the drawing and simply select her for vivisection instead. Such an action would be just like her daughter, she thought. Nevertheless, an uncertain worry suddenly spread within her. It was accompanied by a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Do you think she didn't tell us because she was afraid we'd talk her out of it?"

The thought wasn't pleasant. In fact, she had always assumed that her children knew that they could always count on her full support, no matter what they planned to do with their lives. Unfortunately, her husband didn't seem to be able to come up with an answer that would have reassured her. Instead, he just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Could be. I don't know."

"But why would she think that? Did we ever give her the impression that we weren't open-minded? Or that we wouldn't respect her wishes?"

Melanie felt that the thought made her sad, much more so than the actual death of her daughter. But Carter didn't seem to want to let her get upset, as he placed a calming hand on her arm.

"Mel, you absolutely mustn't blame yourself. We didn't do anything wrong. We raised our children the way we were raised. And I think we did a particularly good job with Sam."

He smiled thoughtfully, and for a brief moment his gaze seemed to wander into the past. But then he visibly pulled himself together for her sake and continued.

"She knew her place in the world perhaps better than her big brother does. She's always had a mind of her own and done what she wanted. And that's right up to the end, it seems. Honestly, I'm proud of her."

With a happy smile, Mel reached for his hand and squeezed it. She knew she could always rely on her husband. He just always made her feel good. And so, after a while, she replied with a lighter heart:

"Me too. And Mrs. Gibson also said her teacher was extremely pleased with her performance."

"See? Don't worry! Our girl died the way she lived. Headfirst through the wall."

With these words, he placed a hand on her cheek, pulled her towards him and gave her a long and tender kiss. Mel closed her eyes and felt the warmth return to her lap. Then suddenly he cleared his throat, broke away from her, and walked back over to his car. With the push of a button, he released the clamps and the vehicle floated again under its own power, as it should. With a satisfied nod and a crooked smile, he turned back to her. Melanie had been silently watching him and now returned his smile with a shrug.

"Well, yeah... whatever. Anyway, it looks like you're going to get your hobby room after all."

Carter's expression suddenly brightened. A smile spread across his face, and he snapped his fingers.

"Hey, you're right. I should probably start measuring her room."

At his words, his wife's gaze slid a little lower, amused, and settled on the large bulge that was visible in his pants.
“Do you mean with the ruler you have in your pocket?”

Confused, he blinked and looked down at himself.

"What? Which ruler? Oh, I see..."

He laughed sheepishly and gave her a helpless shrug. But Mel was determined not to let this opportunity pass her by. So she stepped close to him, placed her hands on his chest, and gave him a seductive look.

"Wait, let me help you."

She sank to her knees in front of him, raised her hands to his pants, and opened them with nimble fingers. His hard member sprang toward her, and she licked her lips with pleasure. She tenderly pressed a kiss to the underside of the shaft and then ran the tip of her tongue up the entire length to the head of his cock. Her beloved husband acknowledged her efforts with an excited moan.

"Oh, honey. Yes... Oh, you know what you're doing..."

"I should think so."

Lovingly, she ran her tongue up and down his hard cock, repeatedly taking the tip into her mouth, then moving her lips down to his balls and licking them thoroughly. She felt her own pussy soaking through her shorts with excitement. But she could deal with that little problem later. Now it was time to pamper her husband. And so she continued, cupping his buttocks with her hands and shoving herself onto his cock. Years of practice allowed her to suppress her gag reflex and take him in completely. With her eyes closed, she pressed her nose into his pubic hair and swallowed again and again, massaging his hard tip with her throat.

"Oh Mel... you're doing so well..."

Soon she felt him place a hand on the back of her head and tangle his fingers into her dark hair. He held her tight and began to thrust his hips against her. Melanie enjoyed servicing him like this. Even in her youth, when they had just met, she had noticed that he had a penchant for fucking her throat. And even today she enjoyed showing him how much she loved him. In fact, it had only been about a year since she had started teaching Sam how to pleasure him this way. Not that the little girl hadn't been playing with his cock regularly before that. But taking it all the way in had still been a huge challenge for her, one that involved a lot of gagging.

"Yes... yes..."

Carter's gasp told her it wouldn't be long now. And so she took it out of her mouth and began jerking it off right in front of her nose. She looked up at him with a lustful expression and smirked.

"Did the death of our daughter turn you on so much? Or is it perhaps still me who manages to arouse you?"

Her husband gave her an embarrassed grin, and his cheeks actually flushed as he met her gaze. Then he shyly bit his lip and replied:

"Both, honey, both. Oh yes. Oh God, yes..."

When he threw his head back, she redoubled her efforts. Her hand raced up and down his cock, and she panted at him with her mouth open.

"Yes, come for me, come, my darling, give me all you have."

And he did. His hot juice squirted in a high arc onto her face. Mel closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue. Hot drops wet her skin. The first spurts hit her forehead, nose, and cheeks. But then she tilted her head back and sucked in his cum. She felt it flow over her tongue and smiled contentedly. Moaning, he shot two or three more warm spurts until she finally closed her lips around his cock and sucked gently to get every last drop out of his hard member.
Carter sighed contentedly and leaned against the car door behind him, breathing heavily. His legs trembled, and Mel stood up with a happy smile, gently tucking his slowly softening member back into his pants and carefully zipping them up. The whole time she felt the cum dripping down her face and the thought only excited her more.
"Oh, thank you. That was sorely needed," he sighed at one point, then raised his hand and gently wiped a little of his semen from her eyebrow so it wouldn't run into her eye. Mel tilted her head with a satisfied grin.

"No problem, anytime."

She meant it. Because she truly loved bringing pleasure to her husband and children in this way. But suddenly, a shadow seemed to descend over her husband's features, and so she asked with a worried expression:

"What's wrong?"

But Carter just shrugged and stuck out his lower lip regretfully.

"Oh, well. I think I will miss her blowjob skills the most."

In playful anger, she pushed him away and laughed.

“Wasn’t I good enough for you?”

But when he grabbed her and pulled her closer, she felt a flash of lightning in her pussy again. Especially when he took her chin in his hand and kissed her passionately, despite the semen coating her face and lips.