Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 13:49:00 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Now that Momma's Gone

			   NOW THAT MOMMA'S GONE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Daddy looked at me and said, "Denny, you and me got to figure out how
we're going to handle things now that your Momma's gone."
     "Yeah." I said.
     "I mean, we've been waiting to see if she'd get off." Daddy went
on. "Now that we know she isn't, and that's it's going to be just you and
me, we got to figure things out. I mean, the lawyers took every damned
penny we had, we can't hire a housekeeper or anything. It's just you and me
and we got to do everything now."
     "Yeah." I said glumly.
     Daddy and I were back home after Momma's trial. The jury had given her
twenty years. Even with time off for good behavior, the attorney had told
us she was in for seven or so years.
     Our house hadn't had my Momma in it for over four months and it looked
like it. We'd been getting take-out and carry-out for a long time.
     "You and me are going to have to divide up the work to do around
here." Daddy went on. "All the things your Momma used to do for us, now one
or the other of us has to do it."
     "Okay." I said, not seeing exactly.
     "I mean, look at this house. One of us has to be the one who cleans
it, one of us has to cook, one of us has to wash clothes, all of that. I'm
willing to do my share, more than my share." Daddy went on. "But I need you
to pitch in."
     "I will, Dad." I said loyally. "Where do we start?" I looked around at
all the dirty, stinking trash and such.
     "It's really too late to start in tonight." Dad said with a faint
smile. "You and me had a very rough day today, with the trial and those
reporters and all. We'll both look at this and think about it and so
on. You be ready first thing on Friday night to tell me what you want to do
and be ready to do it. Okay?"
     "Okay." I said. "But this is Thursday night."
     "We deserve a night off." Daddy said. "You can skip school tomorrow if
you want to."
     I shook my head no. "Can't. I got a test in history tomorrow."
     "Ouch." Dad said. "Well, I hope you won't have to take summer school."
He was thinking how much school I'd missed because of Mom's trial. She
liked having me there some days, didn't want me there at all on others.
     "I won't." I said confidently. "I've been picking up my assignments
and reading the books and doing the homework and such. But I got to go to
school tomorrow."
     "Okay." Dad said. "But like I said, starting the weekend, we start our
new life as a family of two. Just you and me to do all this." He gestured
around. "Think about it."
     And I did. Dad was right. We had to do the stuff Mom used to do for
us, now that they had taken her away, now that she was going to be gone a
long while. And from some things Daddy said, maybe even when she got out of
prison, she wasn't going to be back living with us. Like his comment about
a "our new life as a family of two." He might have just meant that Mom
would be gone for a long time...until you added it to some other things
he'd said, like how he kept saying "now that Momma's gone" instead of "now
that Momma's in prison." Yep, I'd better get ready to do some of the things
Momma used to do.
     So it was a matter of making a list, and then figuring out what was on
that list that I could and couldn't do. I set out to do that during lunch
at school the next day, make a list of what had to be done.
     Cook the meals. That was first on my list, and understandable when you
realize my life the last few months had been cold cereal and McDonald's. I
figured I could do some of the simpler meals, like breakfast (cereal still,
but also toast and I might try learning to cook eggs), and I could pack us
both a lunch to take with us the following day, but except for canned soup
and stuff, I was going to have to let Daddy do the cooking.
     Clean the house. Okay, I could do things like pick up the trash and
gather the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Run the vacuum cleaner and wipe
the furniture with a wet rag like Mom did to clean the dirt off of it. And
I could try to learn how to wash dishes.
     Wash the clothes. Let Daddy teach me how and I could do that.
     The list got longer and more specific. I had Buddy and Edward helping
me think up stuff.
     I guess that the noise we were making was enough to drag Ozzie into
it. A big guy, older than me by about four years, but only two years ahead
of me in school, he was fourteen-nearly-fifteen years old to my
just-turned-eleven, and he came over.
     First I knew he was there was when I heard him behind me. "What are
you doing, figuring out how to break your Mom out of jail?"
     Ozzie was too big to get mad at. Besides, his own father was in jail,
too. I just turned around and said, "No, with Momma gone, Daddy and I have
to divide up the housework. I'm trying to make a list of things Mom used to
do for us that we have to do for ourselves now."
     "You going to put wear an apron and such?" Ozzie was trying to make a
joke out of it and not doing too well. You could see his father behind bars
in the broken shards of his eyes.
     "I guess so." I said. "I have to help Daddy and do whatever Mommy did
before they took her away. Anything I can do."
     "So that's your list, is it?" And Ozzie grabbed it up. Again, I had
learned that if you let Ozzie do what he was going to do, he would usually
get bored and leave you alone in a few minutes, he was aggressive but not
sadistic if you see what I mean. So I let him read it over, after all,
there wasn't anything weird about the list, just some household chores.
     But Ozzie giggled anyhow. "This is everything your Momma used to do
for you and your Dad, huh?"
     "Yeah." I said.
     "You left out something." Ozzie said, putting the list back down on
the table. "Something real important to your Daddy."
     "What?" I wanted to know.
     "No he didn't!" Buddy chipped in.
     "We thought of everything." Edward added.
     "Everything your Momma did for both of you." Ozzie said. "But she did
one thing for your Daddy that you can't do for him and he can't do for
himself. He's going to have to hire someone for that." And he chuckled
again, nastily.
     "What?" I wanted to know again.
     Ozzie smirked. "Your Daddy has to get laid now and then." He
explained. "If your Daddy can't get laid, he's going to get all cranky and
bad-tempered. I know my Mom was getting cranky about not having any sex
until she found her boyfriend. Now she spends most her nights with
him. That's what your Daddy is going to do. Just you wait and see." Again
there was the pain behind the anger behind the arrogance. Things like that
kept me from being really mad at Ozzie, and he left after, throwing my list
at me as he walked off.
     Was my Daddy really going to do that? Not having Mom around was too
much as it was! And if Daddy went out a lot, then he'd spend money he'd
already said we didn't have enough of!
     No, my Daddy couldn't do that! There had to be another answer!
     I had two hours from the end of school until Daddy came to pick me up,
and I spent that two hours in the library. Reading about what Mommy and
Daddy did with each other, those things I had never seen and only heard
vague things about. Educating myself.
     Daddy picked me up from school and we stopped for burgers on the way
home. At home, Daddy said, "Okay, Son, time for you and me to divide up all
the chores in this house. Everything your Momma used to do, one of us has
to do."
     "I'm ready, Dad." I said confidently.
     So we started in. I was to take care of breakfast and lunches for both
of us during the week; Daddy would cook us supper each night and lunches on
weekends. We would each do our own laundry; Daddy would teach me how to run
the washer and dryer. He would clean the kitchen and his own bedroom,
including washing all the dishes and cleaning the garage and the car. I
would clean my own bedroom, the living room including the hallway, and
clean the bathroom and do yardwork on weekends. Daddy would do the grocery
shopping, though with my help in keeping a good shopping list of what we
needed; and I would pick up anything we needed like milk or such that we
ran out of during the week; I walked by a fair-sized grocery store on my
way home from school each day.
     Daddy sat back, satisfied, when we were done with that. "Sounds like
we can do this, Son." he said. "That's everything that your Momma used to
do for us. Long as we both keep up our end of things, we ought to do okay."
     "So when do we start in?" I looked at the mess around.
     Daddy again grinned sheepishly. "Tomorrow, we'll get a clean start on
things."
     "Okay." I said. "What do you want to do tonight then?"
     "Actually, I was thinking of maybe getting together with a couple of
my old friends tonight." Daddy admitted. "I've been staying home alone a
lot, but now that the trial's done, well, I could use a night out just to
relax and try to have a bit of fun. If you're uncomfortable being home
alone, you could call one of your friends to come over and stay with you."
     So here it was, I told myself. "You don't have to go out." I said to
Daddy. "You can stay home with me."
     Dad didn't know what to make of this. "Now, son, I'll be here with you
plenty of nights. But you have to know that there are going to be times
when I want to have fun myself. I was thinking of making Friday night my
own night and then we'd spend the entire weekend together, just you and
me."
     "Why can't you spend Friday nights with me?"
     Dad looked abashed. "Because, son, there are things that a man needs
in his life that...."
     "That Momma used to provide for you." I finished for him. "And now
that Momma's gone, you figure you got to go out and find it for yourself."
     Dad's surprise was complete. "Well...yeah." He said. "Son, you know
that the things that came out in that trial made things pretty bad between
your Momma and me. I stuck by her during the trial because, well, that's
what a man does for his wife at a time like that. But now that the
verdict's in and there's nothing else to do but wait for her to get out,
well, yeah, I'm ready to find myself what I can't get from your Momma any
more."
     This wasn't a total shock to me. I'd had the months of the shouting
matches, the anger, the overheard conversations. I haven't told you what my
Momma did to get put into jail for, and that's on purpose. But yeah, it was
enough to make any guy decide that he shouldn't stay married to such a
woman. I didn't blame Daddy one bit that way, really. What I'd learned
about Momma from the trial had done a lot of that with my feelings about
her, too.
     But it was also why I was ready to hang onto Daddy as hard as I could;
he was all the family I had left. "I'm not saying you can't go out, Daddy."
I said, standing up and walking over to him. He was sitting on the couch
and I got down onto my knees to make our faces level. "I'm saying you don't
have to. Now that Momma's gone, you can do that with me."
     Dad didn't get it, at first. "Now, Son, you're a little young, here,
but you ought to be old enough to know that there are things that a man and
a woman do together that...." And my hand slid up his leg, the side of my
hand ending up against his crotch.
     "I know what you and Momma did together." I said. "I'm saying you and
I can do it instead." I moved my hand up and now I cupped his basket and
felt the hardness growing in his groin. "Please, Daddy." I said. "You said
we were a family of two, now. You said that we would have to share out the
things that Momma used to do for us. Let me do this for you."
     I looked at Dad's face, and he was as still as a stone. Like he was
waiting for me to do something. And his crotch was practically throbbing
under my hand.
     So I got his pants undone and unzipped and fondled the bulb of
whiteness that were his briefs. "See, Dad?" I said as I felt out how his
cock was laid out inside there, the way it was jutting out the bottom of
the ball sac now. That looked uncomfortable, my own dick had begun to throw
stiff ones now and then, whether I wanted them or not, whether I was even
thinking of sex or not, and I knew how you sometimes had to reach down,
even in a crowd, and get that thing up where it wouldn't hurt. So I did it
for Daddy, I reached in and got hold of it, all hard and warm and long and
soft-covered, and Daddy just moaned when I got hold of him.
     "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Daddy said. "Oh, God, Denny, baby!"
     I got it free of the cloth and it stood out proud and free in front of
him. "This is what you need, isn't it, Daddy?" I asked as I stroked
it. "This is why you needed to go out, isn't it? You see, you don't have to
go out, just because Momma's gone. You got me, now."
     "Oh, ah, baby, yeah, stroke it for Daddy." Daddy breathed. "Oh, God,
such warm hands, God, it's been so fu--darned long!"
     But I knew that this wasn't all I had to do to replace Momma's duty in
this. I reached up with my face and my Daddy's eyes got wide and big as I
approached, and his mouth opened and as I landed on his cock, as my mouth
docked with the huge tower of his dong, as I closed over it, my Daddy let
out a groan! "GGAAAAAHHHHH!" It was like he let out every bit of his energy
and strength in that groan, because he was breathing heavy as all get out,
and as I worked my mouth on his cock (keeping my mouth moist like the book
from the library said--I had been able to find just the right section of
the library and been unobserved long enough to sneak out three books from
the shelves and took them over to a quiet place, I knew just what I had to
do, in theory, anyhow.
     So I got Daddy's dick wet and I was keeping my teeth clear and I was
working my lips over his cockshaft, working the skin up and down with every
stroke, and my Daddy was moaning like crazy.
     Daddy lay down on the couch and I didn't think much of it, but then
that huge, strong hand of his reached up and found my own crotch. My own
dick had been soft and silent, but when my Daddy's fingers found and coaxed
it awake, it was more than ready.
     "Come on, Son, get those shorts off and get up here, let your Daddy do
it for you, too." Daddy crooned to me in soft syllables that stroked me
like fingers, or like the first warm breeze of spring. "Come on, baby, let
your Daddy have some of yours, too."
     So I got up, my knees practically knocking together, and I skinned out
of my shorts and I got up onto the couch with him, and when my Daddy's
mouth closed on my little dong, it was like every sexual feeling I'd ever
had, ever, all rolled up into one instant. I moaned and started sucking my
Daddy harder than before. His hard, pulsing dong was fitting so well into
my mouth, now, it was like I could suck him all night long...only problem
was like I said before, I hadn't done it before, reading tells you what to
do but doesn't teach your body how to keep doing it, my lips got tired, too
tired, to keep a good grip on him. My Daddy was slurping on my own prong
like a master, and that, too, caused me to lose my concentration. How can
you do a good job of sucking your Daddy's dick when your Daddy is sucking
yours and making your body quiver all over? I could only hold on, do what I
could, and moan as Daddy brought me to the edge of my delight.
     No, no, not yet! I begged myself and I pulled away. "No, Daddy, no!" I
said quickly.
     "What? What?" Daddy was reeling from this. Was I having second
thoughts?
     I put his mind at ease. "No, Daddy, now it's time for you to fuck me."
One of those books was about gay sex, so I knew what I had to offer my
Daddy in place of my own mother's vagina. My Daddy needed to get his dick
up my asshole, and while the book assured me it would hurt a lot, it also
said I could get used to it.
     Daddy's eyes were blazing with his lust, he had been living the life
of a monk for at least four months, maybe more because Mom had been in
trouble before the arrest and the trial when everything was falling apart
on her (no, I'm still not going to tell you, you don't need to know), and
my Daddy was more than ready to fuck me, or fuck anybody at all, I think. I
think if I hadn't made my offer, my Daddy had planned to go out and find a
hooker or something. That could have been any kind of trouble for him,
anything from diseases, to being robbed, to being arrested himself (the
papers would have loved to have that to round out their stories about Mom),
and he got off the couch and I was swung around with him kneeling on the
floor and my legs were up against his chest and he was aiming his sticky
prod at my ass in no time.
     "Oh, Daddy, easy, please." I begged him.
     Daddy was panting hard, and I wasn't all that sure he heard me, but he
did it as gentle as he could. He was just so horny then, being sucked by
his son after such a long time without any sex, and now he had me and he
wanted me, he wanted all of me, that was what he was muttering, getting his
boy's cherry, fucking his little boy's ass, he was going to take me, take
all of me, give me everything he had, yes, and he was murmuring he loved
me, he loved his baby boy, his good, good son, his loving, caring baby, he
loved me so much, he was going to take me, take all of me.
     In that ocean of mutters of combined tenderness and lust, that
iron-hard submarine of his cock dove into my dark depths, plowing into me.
     Once he drove that full length into me at last, my Daddy threw his
head back and let out a long groan of pure pleasure, he was inside me, he
had his schlong right up his baby's tender butt, and he was lost in the raw
rapture of it, and he began to fuck me. Oh, it hurt, at first especially,
but the love of my Daddy shone through that pain even so, I could bear it,
knowing it was giving my Daddy the love he needed, the love he deserved,
the love he had sought from my Momma and never, never quite gotten, all of
that came through, and maybe yes, me, too, the son that my Momma never
quite wanted, that had turned her, dissatisfied with her life, to what she
did, and I was left behind, dealt with but never quite...connected with, I
was an item to be checked off the list of her duties and once checked off,
to be forgotten, next item, what was it, the laundry, dinner, whatever it
was, I was left in the dust, dealt with and dismissed.
     Not now. My Daddy was bonding with me like never before, he was
becoming one with me, I felt that oneness, and I knew what the books had
been talking about, those paragraphs I had skimmed over without
comprehension, how the act of sex can be so very complete and affirming and
experience when both approach it with consideration and mutual
respect. That was what I had, had wanted even without having the words for
it.
     So when Daddy finished his wolf-like howl of joy, he began to fuck me
and I only begged him to do more, come on, Daddy, fuck me harder, Daddy,
come on, fuck me, I love you, Daddy, fuck me, and he was fucking me, oh,
God, Son, I love you, baby, I love you, such a good fuck, baby, yeah, I'll
fuck you, baby, I'll fuck you harder, here you are, baby, oh, God, Daddy,
yeah, that's good, Daddy, that's good, I know, baby, I know, oh, God,
Daddy, I'm coming, oh, aha, ahh, ahhh-ahhh, GAHHHHH--HHHH, I'm coming, too,
baby, UH-UH-HNH-UH, UH-HUH, GUH-NNNNNNGGHUUUHHHNNNKKKHHH!
     In that maelstrom of souls combining, where I had lost sense of which
one was me and which one was my Daddy, I felt my climax shake me and I felt
his cock squirt into me, and my own slight wetness was like his own heavy
flood of thick jizz into my butt, and it was all one, all one, I love you,
I love, Iloveyouloveyouloveyoudaddysonbabydadsonboydaddy!
     And Daddy was himself again, apart from me, even though his cock still
was imbedded in my ass, a heavy sweat covering him and covering me, and
which was his and which was mine, I couldn't say, but we were both
exhausted, passion-drained, come-spent and satiated.
     Daddy's lips kissed mine and I opened my mouth to kiss him back, a
lazy exchange of tongues that only danced with each other in a slow waltz,
and then returned to their own corners, and Daddy's hand stroked my hair
and I reached up and placed my palm on his cheek, and he nuzzled and kissed
my thumb-pad and smiled at me gently.
     "That was so good, baby." Daddy said to me.
     I remembered my primary goal. "You see, Daddy. You don't have to go
out. Now that Momma's gone, when you need to do it, you can do it with me."
     "I guess I can." Daddy admitted. He looked at the wall and
stiffened. "Jesus, nearly eleven o'clock at night. Where did the time go?"
     "We were busy." I agreed.
     "Well, it's past your bedtime, weekend or not." Daddy said
sternly. "Just because you're pitching in for your Momma here, doesn't mean
you still aren't my son."
     "All right." I said. "We got to clean this house up tomorrow, like you
said."
     "Top to bottom." Daddy agreed. "I'll tackle that mountain of dishes in
the kitchen and you drag a trash bag through this living room. But that's
tomorrow, right?"
     "Right, Daddy." I agreed.
     "Now get that pretty little ass of yours up to bed, now, Mister."
Daddy swatted my bare fanny as I walked past him. Just like he always did
when Momma was here. Well, almost. Now that Momma's gone, things weren't
going to be quite the same anymore. But I think they're going to be even
better!

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