Chapter 14 - Proud parents

Stephanie lay naked in bed, one leg slightly bent. Her middle finger danced lazily on her clitoris, and her gaze was thoughtfully directed out the window. A soft moan drifted through the wall to her, and an imperceptible smile formed around her lips when she heard it. But at that moment, the door opened and Mike came in. She turned her gaze to him and smiled.

“There you are.”

He returned her smile and carried his clothes over to the laundry basket. Her husband was also naked and, from the looks of it, visibly aroused, as his cock stood proudly erect. His hair was wet and stuck to his head, and his skin glistened in the glow of the bedside lamp. He had just come out of the shower and a grin played around his lips.

“She's still busy.”

“I can hear her,” Steph smiled and bit her lip. “Did you see anything nice?”

“Oh yes,” her husband nodded and raised his eyebrows. “Her door is wide open as usual, the light is on, she's lying on the bed fingering herself, looking at something on her tablet and seems to be having a lot of fun.”

“I'm so happy for her.”

As she watched him lay out his suit for tomorrow, Stephanie continued to caress herself and let her gaze wander over his body. Mike wasn't particularly muscular, but he had a good figure, which he maintained by jogging regularly. She bit her lip with pleasure as he bent down to get a pair of socks from his drawer, presenting her with his firm butt.

That'll be mine again soon, she thought, and her gaze wandered briefly to her bedside table drawer, where she knew there was a strap-on that she had often used to pleasure her husband. Mike had had a strong bisexual side, especially in his youth, and really enjoyed it when they occasionally swapped roles in bed. But today she had actually hoped for a more passive role and pushed a finger deep into her wet and all too willing pussy. But then Mike's voice tore her out of her pleasant thoughts.

“I have to say, I think the whole thing is good for her.”

“What do you mean?”

Mike joined her, sat down on the edge of the bed, and placed a hand on her thigh as she continued to caress herself, looking at her with a loving smile.

"Well, you just have to look at her. She seems so much more relaxed, so much more open. And I'm not just talking about her not wearing clothes anymore or masturbating all the time. She... It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. You know what I mean?"

Steph snorted softly. She remembered her own youth and her firm plan, which had then so suddenly lost all meaning.

“Mike, I know exactly what you mean. Believe me. Once a girl realizes that the meaning and purpose of her life is to be turned into meat, it feels incredibly liberating.”

With a quiet sigh, she bit her lip and briefly looked past him out the window. But then she pulled herself together and shrugged.

“She has less than a month to live now. And it looks like she's taking my advice to heart. Which is to have as many hot experiences as she can.”

I just hope she doesn't go too far and is careful." A hint of concern flitted across her husband's face. But then she just took his hand and shook her head gently.

“I've talked to her, don't worry. Our girl is sensible, she's much more mature than you'd think. She must have inherited something from you after all.”

Stephanie smiled crookedly and then bit her lip excitedly when Mike took her hand and pressed a tender kiss on the fingertips that had just been inside her pussy.

“Don't get me wrong, darling. I hope she has a lot of fun. But... I'm also worried about her.”

Me too, Stephanie thought, but didn't say it out loud. Instead, she let her husband reach between her legs and play with a finger between her wet lips, which immediately opened expectantly for him. She closed her eyes, breathed in tremulously, and enjoyed the familiar caresses. He murmured with a satisfied smile on his lips:

“But actually, I shouldn't complain. After all, I'm a beneficiary of her changed behavior. She jumps on me at every opportunity. In the last three days alone, she's given me a blow job six or seven times.”

Stephanie laughed softly.

“I know what you mean. My pussy is all sore too.”

Her husband gave her a sympathetic look, but not without a hint of hope.

“Do you still have a little appetite?”

She gave him a seductive smile because, secretly, she had been waiting for him to finally ask. It had been another busy day for both of them, and they hadn't gotten around to it yet. Now she couldn't wait to finally feel him inside her. So she opened her thighs a little more, winked at him, and whispered:

“I always want you. Are you still up for it?”

Mike's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He gave her a crooked smile that had made her head spin even as a young girl, crawled onto the bed, and spat into his hand without further ado. As he positioned himself between her legs and jerked off his cock a few times, he whispered:

“Don't worry.”

And with that, he thrust into her without hesitation, knocking the wind out of his surprised wife's lungs. In response, she just gasped, closed her eyes, and grabbed the backs of her knees to open herself up even more for him.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Yes, Mike. Fuck me!”

And he, too, gave himself over completely to the feelings. With his eyes closed, he thrust again and again, biting his lip and moaning softly.

“Oh God. Yes.”

Soon the two fell into their familiar rhythm. They knew exactly what the other wanted, what they needed, knew each other inside and out, and loved to pleasure each other. And that hadn't diminished since Natalie had joined their marital lovemaking. In fact, it had only increased their libido.

Steph bit her lip in shame when she noticed her thoughts wandering to her daughter while her husband fucked her so devotedly. But she just couldn't help it. She kept thinking about her, her little girl, who had grown so much more dear to her heart lately, and whom she would soon lose forever. And yet, at that moment, the thought did not make her sad. Instead, it only aroused her even more. Because at the same time, she imagined how a part of her beloved daughter would lie on her plate, how she would devour her with relish. In a few weeks, she would be able to watch her little Natalie being roasted on a spit. It would certainly be the most erotic sight she had ever seen. And that reminded her all the more of what she had wanted to experience herself for a long time.

“Yes... yes...”

Steph let out a long moan as she felt her long-awaited orgasm approaching. But when she opened her eyes, she saw, to her boundless surprise, her husband suddenly put his fingers to his lips and motioned for her to be quiet. Almost stunned, she tilted her head and stared at him; after all, he had never complained when she got loud in bed. But then he suddenly stopped thrusting, smiled, and raised his hand again.

“Wait a minute. Be quiet.”

“Excuse me?”

“No. Listen,” he waved her off again, and finally Steph listened, a little indignantly. And then suddenly she realized what he meant, and she couldn't help but smile when she heard the loud, lustful moans coming through the open bedroom door. The two exchanged amused glances.

“Oh, I see. Yeah, sounds like she's coming again.”

“And loudly,” Mike replied with a grin, and she had to laugh too.

“Can you blame her?” Stephanie shrugged sympathetically. “She's on her period, and if she can't fuck you at the moment, she at least wants to have fun in other ways.”

Her husband smiled. She could clearly see the cheeky twinkle in his eyes as he replied:

“I offered to pleasure her in her other hole, but somehow she doesn't want to.”

Steph just snorted and playfully swatted at him.

"You're terrible, you know that? You know very well that she promised her ass to Peter."

Mike nodded and thrust again. He sank his cock all the way into her wet pussy, making her moan.

“I know, I almost envy the boy a little.”

Her husband now fell into a gentle, loving rhythm. Over and over again, he thrust with his eyes closed, and Stephanie knew full well that his thoughts were not on her at that moment, but on his daughter's small, virgin asshole, which he would unfortunately never get to feel. But she didn't hold it against him. Instead, she simply enjoyed the moment, ran her hands over her breasts, and came to meet him with her hips. Meanwhile, she listened to the loud moans of her child, who apparently still hadn't had enough. She even thought she could hear the soft hum of a vibrator, almost inaudible through the bedroom wall. At some point, she whispered, interrupted again and again by her own lust-filled sighs:

“But I think you're right when you say she's liberated. Her orgasms have become much louder.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Mike was now looking at her lovingly. He had taken her feet in his hands and was holding them to his chest. Again and again, he pressed little kisses on her toes as he continued to thrust gently. Steph gave him a loving smile and continued moaning:

“Do you remember? She used to bite her lip in shame and whimper quietly when she came. Nowadays... ah... she screams out her climaxes loudly. She wants the whole world to hear her, and I think that's wonderful.”

Mike nodded with a sigh. He kissed the soles of her feet, then put her legs over his shoulders and thrust harder again.

“Well, ah... she's probably trying to pack eighty years of her life into one month.”

“I'd do the same if I were in her place... Oh God, yes... keep going.”

Stephanie whimpered with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm, which had been stopped at the last second earlier, building up again. And this time it would crash over her in a powerful wave. She already knew that. Nevertheless, she continued talking, because secretly the thought of what she was about to tell Mike made her incredibly horny.

"Yesterday, I watched her for a while as she pleasured herself on the couch. And at some point, she asked me if I could explain to her again exactly what was going to happen to her. She really wanted to hear every bloody little detail... haaaa... and believe me, she came like a rocket. She... ahhh... squirted all over the living room carpet just as I was describing how the blood-stained skewer would come out of her mouth... Ohhh GOOOOOODDD!!!"

And that was the moment when she couldn't take it anymore. Stephanie arched her back, reached for her pillow, and clawed at the fabric. She screamed, knowing full well that her daughter two rooms away would hear exactly what was happening in her parents' bedroom. And secretly, she hoped it would help her reach her own climax. Because she deserved it. She deserved every moment of pleasure.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any better, she opened her eyes and felt Mike grab her tighter, sink his cock deep inside her, and suddenly moan loudly too.

“Yes, yes, please, oh God, yes!” she whispered, reaching for him, touching him tenderly with her fingertips and feeling him pump his hot seed deep into her womb. Thrust after thrust, he spilled himself into her, and Steph pushed herself up on her elbows, grabbed her husband's neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately. She could still feel his cock twitching inside her and heard him moan with pleasure in her mouth.

“I love you,” Steph whispered, and a warm shiver came over her as Mike raised his hand to her cheek, touched her tenderly, and nodded wearily.

“I love you too.”

Then he sank back into the pillows beside her with a sigh and put an arm over his eyes.

“My God... that was wonderful.”

Steph laughed softly, then got up on her knees and immediately leaned over her lover. She tenderly reached for his wet cock, causing him to suck in air between his teeth, and began to lick him clean devotedly. This was something she had been doing since they met. Her mother had taught her once, and she had passed it on to her own daughter as early as possible. It was a sign of love and reverence for her husband that she gladly performed, not only because it was simply the right thing to do, but also because she secretly enjoyed it. But as she gently and lovingly sucked on Mike's member, not to arouse him again, but simply to catch the last drop of his cum, her thoughts began to wander. Back to the man for whom she had performed this service for the first time. Her father.
But Mike, who had been watching her lovingly the whole time, now frowned gently, stroked her hair tenderly, and whispered:

“Is everything okay? You look worried.”

Steph nodded, gave his glans one last kiss, and then sank down next to him to snuggle her head into the crook of his arm. With a thoughtful expression, she began to play with his chest hair.

“Oh, seeing her like this brings back memories for me. Back when I was her age. I had plans, you know, before I met you.”

“Yes, I remember.”

She couldn't see his face at the moment, but somehow she knew he was frowning. Nevertheless, she continued quietly:

“I was so looking forward to being roasted for Dad on his birthday. Now my little daughter is living my dream. I'm a little jealous."

“Do you regret how things turned out?”

Almost shocked, she propped herself up on one elbow so she could look her husband in the eyes.

“No, not at all.”

As if to confirm her words, she lifted her hand to his cheek and whispered:

“I love you and Natty more than life itself, but part of me still thinks it's a shame that Dad never got to see one of his daughters on the spit. Every father should have that pleasure once in his life, don't you think? Instead, Colleen let herself be put on the grill by a guy who wasn't worth it, and Monica threw her life away at a snuff party.”

Sadly, she lowered her forehead to his chest and breathed in his scent deeply. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she regretted living for him. She didn't. But those thoughts were in her head now, and she couldn't change that.

“Of course you're right,” Mike replied after a while, but then tilted his head questioningly. “But I thought you ate Monica.”

Steph snorted:

“Her leftovers, yes. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left of her that was usable.”

An image flashed briefly before her inner eye. Herself, following her father up the dark garden path leading to her parents’ house. His dark figure a few steps ahead of her, carrying her big sister's mutilated body over his shoulder. In her hand, the bag with her head... it felt heavier than she had expected...
Her husband's voice pulled her out of these dark memories, and she was grateful to him for that.

“Honey, you know how proud your father was of you. Of all of you. He told me more than once.”

“I know. They're just dark thoughts.” She shrugged imperceptibly and bit her lip. “Maybe I'm just slowly realizing that I won't be a mother anymore soon.”

Mike didn't reply at first, seemingly lost in his own thoughts for a moment. Perhaps he was wondering if he would ever get the chance to be a father again.

And if so, with me?

“Do you know what you want to do after that?”

Stephanie shrugged imperceptibly and sighed. Eventually, she sat up and tucked her legs under her. With her hands in her lap, she stared into space for a while.

“Well, I've thought about it a little. But I don't have any concrete plans yet. Unless you think we should start working on a replacement for Nattie right away.”

Mike responded to her uncertain look with a confident grin.

“I'm ready for anything.”

“I know,” she whispered, but then his forehead gently creased.

“Aren't you?”

Am I?

But she didn't want to allow herself to think about that topic right now. There would still be plenty of time for that once Natalie was...

dead

“Yes, yes,” she hastened to say, but then tried to change the subject and distract Mike. So she forced a smile onto her lips and asked:

“But I'm curious, darling. Has Nat asked you to be a little harder on her yet?”

Immediately, a half-incredulous, half-understanding expression appeared on Mike's face.

“Oh, so you're behind this. I was wondering. Yes, just yesterday. She asked me to... choke her.”

Now the smile on Stephanie's lips was genuine as she asked:

“And?”

Mike shrugged.

“Well, I did it. Carefully, at least.”

“Of course. And how was it?”

Her husband laughed softly and it could actually be that he was blushing. She wasn't sure, but the thought amused her a little, considering what they had just done.

“She came. Pretty hard, actually. But that wasn't the craziest part.”

Grinning, Steph rubbed her hands together, because she couldn't wait to hear how the story continued, even though she had a slight idea.

“Now I'm curious.”

Mike snorted and gave her a doubtful look.

“You're beaming like a kid under the Christmas tree.”

She laughed, but then motioned for him to continue, which he did after a while.

“Well, you know I slept in her room the first night after my conference.”

“Yes, I noticed that I had to do without you one night longer than I thought. Go on!”

Mike avoided her gaze contritely.

"Yes, sorry... but well, when I fucked her the next morning, she suddenly wanted me to pull her hair. I took her from behind, you know. And then she suddenly started rummaging around in her toy drawer while I was thrusting into her. And then she handed me her dildo. And I thought, wow, does she want it in her ass now? But no."

“Well?”

Mike shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.

“She shyly asked me if I could hold it to her throat like a knife.”

“That's my girl!”

Steph shook her fist with a triumphant grin. But her husband just gave her a doubtful look and narrowed his eyes questioningly.

“Did you tell her about your fantasy with your dad?”

Nodding eagerly, she leaned forward and grabbed his hands excitedly.

“Yes, I did. Oh, Mike, you should have seen how she came when she heard it for the first time. I had to mop the kitchen floor afterwards.”

She bit her lip with relish at the memory and whispered:

“I knew she wouldn't let it go, she takes after me after all.”

“Yes, that's true.” With these words, he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “And I can't tell you how happy I am about that.”

Overwhelmed by an immense feeling of love, Stephanie took him in her arms, snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek lovingly, then nestled her forehead against his neck and closed her eyes with a sigh. While Mike gave the house computer the command to turn off the lights, she purred:

“I gave her my old Digi-Sketch. That diary I kept as a young girl. It contains some of my fantasies. Let's see what else she surprises you with.”

Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“You're amazing. But doesn't that bother you at all?”

But she just shook her head and smiled happily.

“No, why should it? We share everything. And besides... Well, you know. She won't be around much longer.”

As her smile slowly faded, Mike gently stroked her hair.

“I know. But you know what? I have no doubt that she will taste just as delicious as you would have.”

“I have no doubt about that.”