Fateful Encounter- Chapter 46

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Michael checked the car clock for the hundredth time.  Ok, he had only been on the road for an hour and traffic was not too bad.  Why did time seem to stand still?  For a moment, he second-guessed his decision to drive back to LA without a driver, but when he had received the call all his logical planning thoughts went up in smoke.  He ran to talk to the nanny, making sure she knew he would be out for the night, then dashed downstairs, getting into his Mercedes. 

This day had gone from glorious, full of amazing visions for a great future, to horrible, and then taken a dip into frantic nightmare land.  The talk with Debbie had been torturous.  Her eyes had seemed to pop out of her head once he had inadvertently spilled the beans about Lisa and the baby.  Her mouth had stood open, her face turned red, then pale.  He seriously hoped she wouldn’t faint as he did not have to do mouth to mouth on her… Well, good thing staff had started to return for the night. 

“What do you mean, she’s pregnant?” She managed to puff out when she finally had caught her breath.

“Are you ok?  Is the baby ok? You look…out of it.”

“Yeah, I’m out of it.  I must have misheard you.  Did you say, little Princess Lisa was pregnant?”

“Cut the c… I mean be serious.  I know you heard me.  Yes, she’s pregnant.  Hence she has no motive to sell any stories to any tabloids to pay me back. It makes no sense.”

In his mind, he had already figured out the identity of the so called private source.  The wicked witch of Graceland obviously had struck again.  Only this time she had ridden her broom into the center of the tornado of his wrath.  It was understandable that she was less than thrilled that her daughter was carrying the baby of a married man, however, without her constant interference, he would still be married to Lisa and work on baby number two or three by now.  But no, the prejudiced, evil woman had used her power over Lisa and Lisa’s constant insecurities to wedge her hatred between them, pulling them apart.

Well, now she had chosen to involve his child in her sick game and that was a line she should never have crossed. 

“And she is trying to sell that she is carrying your baby, Michael?  I’m very sorry, but I didn’t think you were that dumb.”

Debbie interrupted his thoughts of Priscilla, and her words did nothing to calm his rising temper.

“Excuse me?”

Debbie let lose one of her fake laughs.  The sound felt like sharp needles being inserted in to his brain.

“Michael, love! Lisa fucks anything with legs and a cock.  Legs being optional here! You know she probably was going behind your back when you were married giving it to her ex- and who knows to how many others.  And then she wanted you back, all of a sudden.  After you moved on, mind you.  Now, she conveniently has gotten herself impregnated.  With a child she did not want to give you when you were married.  And you don’t find that slightly odd?”

Well, a couple of days ago he might have- but now he was not in the mood for Debbie’s venom.  Furthermore, this was not the topic he wanted to discuss with her.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?  I called you here to discuss our divorce.”

And those were the words that send Debbie into nuclear break-down.  Michael closed his eyes for a short second, trying to block out the rest of the talk.  Debbie, predictably, had refused.  Still, he was not giving up and he was not too discouraged.  Her business sense surely would overrule her hurt pride.  She professed to love him- well, if she did, she would realize that love often meant letting go.  And if she just loved what he represented to her, he was willing to pay a pretty price to break free.  A price high enough to ease her pain.  If only the timing was not so off.  His baby was just about to be born- and once she was here, he could finally cut all ties to Debbie. 

“Michael, do not force me to remind you that I am your legal wife and the mother of your children.  I will not be bullied into something I know will only hurt you to make room for some little slut and her bastard.”

Everything inside him wanted to yell at her to shut the fuck up and to kick her out, never to see her again.  Of course, that was not possible until she gave birth.  And, she was not exactly subtle with her emphasis on the world legal, once again implying that she could file before any court to have visitation rights at the best, or- heaven forbid- partial custody. 

Michael had learned the hard way that to give his nemesis insight into his emotional world was a fatal mistake.  So, he kept his face a mask even as he was not able to contain the cutting edge in his deceptively calm voice.

“Debbie.  I am warning you to not mess with me.  You were my friend- which is what got us started down this road.  I had hoped we can part as friends, but now you are turning into someone I no longer care to be associated with.  I do not surround myself with hateful, ignorant people.  I am well aware of the legal aspects of our union.  If you think you can go up against me in court go ahead.  We’ll see.  But do not ever, and please listen carefully here, ever again, disrespect Lisa or my child or those will be the last words you ever get to say to me in my presence.”

Debbie just stared at him; defiantly at first, then blushed, lowering her eyes, no longer able to sustain eye contact. 

“I don’t want to lose your friendship, I’m sorry, Michael.  I just don’t want you hurt.  And she will hurt you.  But whatever, I can’t do anything but warn you.  Either way- the earliest our contract allows for the divorce is six months after the baby is born.  Think about it- you really think a custody battle with the newest bad press on you and your…previous history…is a good idea?”

Hearing the threat, he raised an eyebrow and she jumped in, “I am not threatening you.  I am simply trying to protect you, you know that.”

Protect him, his ass!  She was not going to make this easy.  To top it off, she then played the baby card and pretended to feel faint, asking if she could lie down for a minute.  Coldly, he asked if he needed her to call an ambulance or a doctor, but of course she was just fine.  Michael was so sick and tired of having her use his baby against him to where he could not act according to his desires.  Served him right: his own defiant plan to plough ahead with children had led from a simple, loving offer from a friend, to being bullied and tied into knots by the vicious dragon she turned out to be.

Debbie finally had left and he immediately sprang into action, calling his lawyer, who advised him against making any waves until he could look into the facts behind the article and dig into the truth about a possible police investigation.  Michael wanted nothing more than to push a magical button that would eject Priscilla and Debbie from this planet.  But of course the two bitches were tied to the people he loved most: his children and Lisa.

Lisa…

How would she react to the news that he not only had failed to disentangle himself from Debbie, but also suspected that her mother once again had ambushed her?  Sure, Priscilla’s attack was aimed at him, but she seemed to totally disregard the effect on her daughter.  The very daughter who had just been released from the hospital with doctor’s orders to take it easy.  Did Priscilla not care that she was endangering Lisa and the baby?  Or was she so inhuman that she actually wanted to cause Lisa to lose his child?  How could anyone be this evil?  The rising anger brought tears to Michael’s eyes and he had to force himself to concentrate on traffic.  Forget the old witch- all he wanted to do was get to Lisa to ensure she was alright.

After his disastrous talk with Debbie and the bad news from his legal counsel, her voicemail had given him such strength.  She was really, totally in this relationship.  There was no doubt or hesitation in her voice, only love and conviction.  He felt almost as if they had gone back to where they had started from: a place of unity and connection.  Only, they were different now, had both grown.  For himself, he was astonished to discover his faith in Lisa restored.  She would not let him down this time, he was sure.  She was on his side, was once again his strongest ally.  Funny how things could change in a matter of days.

Her refusal to believe that her mother had her dirty hands in the mix had taken him aback a bit, but then he realized how difficult it must be for Lisa to once again be faced with being betrayed and backstabbed by Priscilla.  Just like back after they had gotten married and Priscilla had kept her from her rightful inheritance citing “bad decision making skills.”  Lisa sadly, would have to discover the depth of her mother’s ugly soul for herself, and all he could do was stand by and be there for her.  Hanging around idly while someone he loved get hurt was not one of his talents. 

It was also not easy to listen to Danny’s stupid mouth put in his two cent’s worth over the phone.  Amazingly, Michael discovered the jealousy was gone, and he was only mildly annoyed.  He knew he had won.  Actually, according to Lisa, there had never been a contest.  She loved him.  Danny was old news.  Talking to Ben and Riley had been further balm on his irritation and frustration.  Such wonderful children- he loved them so much and could not wait to have them in his life on a more regular basis again.  Maybe he could somehow invest some money and buy Danny a career that did not only expand to hanging out around Lisa.  But then again, maybe he should look into investments that actually had the potential to pay off.  How had Lisa ever gotten mixed up with such a useless loser?  Well, she had her children- so at least Keough had been good for something.

To distract himself, Michael had gotten busy tinkering with some songs, knowing that Lisa would be occupied for a while with the old dragon before he could expect to hear from her.  He felt his cellphone buzzing and reached for it, recognizing Lisa’s home phone.

“Hey, gorgeous.  Done already?”

“Michael?  This is Riley.”

Immediately, the worried feeling started swirling in the pit of his stomach.  Why was Riley calling so late?

“Oh, hey, sweetie.  What’s up?  Isn’t it too late for you to be calling?”

“I am supposed to be in bed.  But, Michael, I'm so scared…I didn’t know who else to call.”

Anxiety immediately spread through him like boiling mercury.  If she didn’t want to call her Dad it had to be pretty bad.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?   What’s got you this spooked?"

“Grandma and Mommy had a fight and there was lots of yelling.”

Great.  Now Priscilla and her histrionics had upset the children.  He was a man of peace, but at times he had lovely visions of wrapping his hands around that scrawny neck and doing the world a favor.  And then he hated her even more for making him ponder such twisted thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Riley.  Is your grandmother still there?”

“No, she left after Mommy told her to leave and slammed the door real hard.   But then I heard Mommy crying in her room and I’m so scared.  I tried to go see her, and she said she was fine and that I should go back to bed.  But, Michael, she looked so sad!  And I know she was just sick and in the hospital.  I’m scared she will be real sick again…like last year.”

Riley sounded like she was trying really hard to hold back tears.  Poor baby.  But Michael was right there with her- he also was worried sick about Lisa now.  Obviously, the talk with Priscilla had not gone well. 

“Riley, why don’t you go back to bed?  Is Ben up?”

“No, he’s asleep.  But Michael, what if Mommy…gets hurt?” This time she could not suppress a sob and Michael’s heart broke.  Lisa’s breakdown the previous year was obviously partly his fault.  And now he had to face the horrible fallout as he had to witness how Lisa’s oldest had been affect by her mother’s problems. 

“She won’t Riley.  I’ll make sure of that.”

While speaking to her, he had started to scramble around, looking for the car keys.  No way was he going to stay here, not knowing what the hell was going on over at Lisa’s house. 

“Can you come over, please?  Please Michael.  I’m scared.”

“Ok, Riley, don’t worry, ok.  I’m gonna be over in a bit- I will leave right away.  You go to bed- and I come tuck you in later. I promise I’ll be there for you and your Mommy, baby-doll.”

After Riley finally hung up, he tried to call Lisa's cell.  Riley said Lisa had her door locked and she was afraid to be in trouble if she went into her bedroom again, so he had not wanted to ask her to simply hand Lisa the phone.  Knowing Lisa probably had expected his call, but obviously chose not to answer, worried him even more.  There were two options: either Priscilla had succeeded in convincing Lisa that he was the scum of the earth and she was crying because she decided it was over, or Lisa had seen through her mother and now was dealing with the pain of having to cut someone out of her life.  He knew what anger at a relative felt like- nothing cut deeper than to realize that love was not good enough a reason to keep damaging people in your life.  There were members of his own family he loved dearly, but needed to keep away to preserve his sanity.

He picked his phone up and put it on speaker after hitting the auto dial.  Again, it went to voicemail. 

Dammit, Lisa, I will chew your ass out for putting me through this- right after I make sure you are ok.  And a kiss or two. To make sure she was totally alright.

“Lisa, please, call me back.  I am going nuts here.  Riley called me, telling me you were real’ upset.  I am going stir crazy.  You don’t have to talk to me for a long time, just let me know you are ok.”

Almost there!

Just as he turned into her street, his phone rang. Finally!

“Why they hell did you not answer?”

“Hi, Michael.  And how are you tonight?”

She sounded congested as if she had a cold.  Or had been crying.

“How am I?  I’m fucking swell.  I have been calling like 50 times.”

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep and the phone was in the bathroom.”

Old alarm bells went off.

“Why was the phone in the bathroom?”

“Is there something specific you wanted?”

Did she have to sound so bitchy?  What the hell had Priscilla said to her to poison her mind against him? 

“Yeah- I will tell you in person.”

He cleared her security guard who waved him through.  This felt like the good old days.  Or the bad old days- or a mixture of both. At least she had not banned him …so that had to be good news.

“In person?”

Dammit Lisa! Would it kill you to give your tone of voice some color so I can figure out if you’re pissed or not?

Well, if she was pissed, she’d just have to get over it. 

“Yeah- I’m about to come in and deliver on that promised spanking.”

“You’re shitting me.  You’re not really here.”

Ok, now he could tell she was not pissed.   Her voice cracked and revealed a giddy tone. A smile stole onto his face for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.  It almost felt strange to experience his facial muscles relax. 

“Oh yeah?  Look outside, sunshine.  Those lights ain’t coming from a spaceship.”

“Michael!”

The squeal made him glad he did not have the phone up to his ear.  His smile broadened. 

“The one and only.”

“Holy shit! You drove yourself?”

Why did everyone assume he was not able to drive himself around town? 

He heard some noises as if someone was running.

“Lisa- don’t tell me you’re running down the stairs. Dammit, slow down!”

He barely made it out of his car when her front door was thrown open and she came running toward him at nutty speed.  Crazy little woman! She was in gym shorts, a t-shirt, and barefoot. 

Having scarcely time to brace for the impact, he quickly shut his car door before she arrived, taking him by surprise, jumping up on him.  Images of Dino attacking Fred Flintstone came to mind.  Only Lisa was slightly tinier.  He tumbled back against the car as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. She was crazy. And nothing ever felt as right as Lisa clinging to him.  Automatically, he had closed his arms around her.

She pulled back and beamed up at him.  Her face was a mess- he saw she had been crying, her make-up – or what was left- was streaked in traces on her cheek, her eyes were puffy and red, and her nose was red as well.  Her eyes were still sparkling from tears, sapphire stars in the night, and he would kick her mother’s ass for every tear she had spilled because of her.  At least it now was obvious that Lisa was not mad at him.

Held securely by his embrace, Lisa loosened her arms from around him and grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him aggressively, taking his breath away.  Not that he complained too much, he was too glad to see she was alive and well.  Very alive, as a matter of fact. 

“I can’t….believe….you’re here…” she managed to get out in-between kisses.

“Lisa…baby…” He tried to push her away, but her kiss was simply to thrilling and soothing for his nerves to put up to much of a fight.  Lisa finally broke away, panting, before burying her face in the crook of his neck, snuggling against him like a cat.  He could feel her trembling in the cool April air.  He was shaking a bit as well.  However, the light chill in the air had nothing to do with it in his case.

“Lise…let’s go in, ok?” He kissed her hair, holding her head close to him.

“Ok…” she mumbled against him, not making any movements that would indicate she was about to let him go. 

“Hm…Lise.  You’re heavy.”

Pulling back, she smiled her crooked smile at him.

“Asshole.”

“Keep talking, girl.  You’re getting yourself in more and more trouble.” Lisa relinquished her leg hold on him and slid to the ground, keeping her delicious body close to him.  She better be glad her kids were inside and it was too chilly to have her right here against the car. The adrenaline from being scared for her earlier and the thrill of having her greet him so enthusiastically was working through his body. 

She looked up at him with a challenge in those clear eyes.

“Bring it on, big guy.”

Michael kissed the tip of her nose, and, when she least expected it, scooped her up, making his way up the entrance stairs toward a place where he could have a serious discussion about making him worry…after he showed her that he was the boss around here.  Lisa squealed again, then cuddled against his chest. 

“You’re gonna wake the neighbors.” He kicked the front door shut, heading toward the stairs.

“Fuck the neighbors.  They better get used to some noises around my property again.  Right?”

He met her dirty little smile with his own.

“You are so bad, lady!”

She kissed his neck. “You have no idea.  And I don’t wanna be a lady tonight, Mike.  Not one lady like thing I can think of that I wanna do to you.”

Well, that serious discussion might have to wait.  His penis was starting to make walking slightly difficult and he picked up speed rushing upstairs toward her bedroom.

“You know what?  You’re so very Rhett Butler tonight.  I love it.”

“I don’t have to kick the door open, do I?”

“If you wanna play, I can lock you out first. I know how you adore a challenge…”

“Yeah, just try it.  Plus, your kids have been through enough for one night.”

Lisa glanced up at him, serious suddenly.  They had arrived in her room and he put her down on her bed. The room looked like a mess. As if someone had been throwing things.  Not that he could not relate: his own living quarters at Neverland tended to get slightly cluttered, but Lisa normally kept her rooms orderly and neat.  She was such a little neat freak- despite her rebellious outer appearance.

“

What happened in here?”

She ignored his question. “What do you mean the kids have been through enough?”  Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why are you here, by the way?”

Obviously, she had not listened to his five hundred messages.  So rude!

“Riley called me.”

“Riley?  But…why…” She bit her lip.  “Oh, never mind.  She heard me crying, right?”

Michael sat next to Lisa on the bed, his hand tracing her cheek which still carried the trace of her tears.

“Yeah.  She was worried.  She was afraid you’d get sick like last year.”

Lisa’s eyes widened and he hated to see that look of guilt deep in the azure pools.  “Oh no.  Poor baby.”

“She asked me to come over.”

“So…” He could feel she was getting slightly irritated, thinking he was not there for her but as a favor to her child.  Gosh- she really needed to cut this insecurity out.

“Before you ask- I was already running ‘round like a chicken with my head cut off before she asked me to come over.  I was half out the door.”

Lisa’s mouth dropped closed. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.  I also promised her to tuck her in. Is it ok if I do that real quick?”  His erection had subsided and it was probably a good idea to check on the kids first before he’d carry things with Lisa any further.

Hand in hand, they walked down the hall to the kids’ rooms.  Ben was out like a light, and they closed the door softly.  Riley gave a very good impression of someone asleep.  But he could tell from her breathing that she was indeed awake.

Bending over her, Michael brushed a blond lock out of her face.  “Good night, baby girl.  See, I told you I’d be here.  And mommy is ok, too.  See?”

Riley glanced up at him, pretending to have just woken up. 

“Is she mad I called?” she whispered to him.

“No, she was pretty glad to see me.  You did good.” He whispered back.

“Ok, co-conspirators.  Night- time!” Lisa came over and sat on Riley’s bed.

“I’m fine, baby.  I’m so sorry you got scared. Everything is fine now- and remember I told you if you go to bed real good, we have a big day planned tomorrow.”

“With Michael?”

“Yes, with Michael.” Lisa started to tuck her in and Michael helped out, making sure the little princess was extra snug.

“Michael? Are you driving back home tonight?”

Michael’s eyes flew to Lisa’s and they stared at each other for a moment.  Wanting nothing more than to tell her no, he was right where he needed to be, he allowed Lisa to take the lead on that one.  Riley reached out and grabbed his and Lisa’s hands, looking from one to the other.

“No, baby.  Michael is staying here.  It’s too late for him to drive all the way back out to the Ranch.”

“Like a sleep-over?”  Riley was no dummy and he saw the little sparkle in her eyes, thrilled to realize that Lisa’s daughter was well aware of the status of her mother and his friendship. 

“Something like that. Now go to sleep.”

“Michael?”

“Yes, Riley?”

“Will you be around more?  Ben and I missed you real’ bad.”

He bent forward and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, Sweetie. I missed you guys a whole lot, too. I think I will be around a whole lot more.”

Riley gave him a hug, hugged and kissed her mother, then finally closed her eyes.  Her mission had obviously been accomplished. 

Back in Lisa’s bedroom, the room that had once been their room, Lisa threw herself onto her bed.  Their bed.  It thrilled him to death that she never had gotten rid of it as she had threatened a thousand times. 

“Man! I have a feeling those kids won’t be too upset when we tell them about our family growing soon.”

Michael pulled his shirt out of his pants and sat down next to Lisa, his eyes being drawn like a magnet by the smooth area of her belly revealed by her sliding up shirt.  Was he imagining it, or was there already a soft swell?  His gaze glided up her body and he noticed her breasts, which definitely had started to fill more.  Responsive as always, a reawakening part of his anatomy was filling as well and springing back to life. 

“What are you looking at?” Lisa watched him from below her hooded eyes. He reached out and touched her skin, tracing the band of her shorts.  Her skin felt so wonderfully warm, and he watched her tremble from his light touch.

“Nothing…” Slowly, his hand traveled up toward her belly button and he put the palm of his hand over her abdomen.

“How’s Junior?”

Her hand came to rest over his, seeming so small.

“That’s Miss Junior to you.”

“Ah…nope.  I think it’s a boy.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong.  It’s a girl.”

He let his hand massage her now, watching her eyes close as she gave a small sigh.

“Nope.  I am going boy, girl, boy…you’ll see.” He rolled over, and moved her shirt up more, kissing her stomach now, first placing small kisses on the smooth skin, then letting his tongue trace the hollow of her belly button. She laughed softly, and his cock strained against his pants even more. Why was he still wearing clothes?  After his torturous drive, this little lady should really aim to make him more comfortable. Maybe he should remind her of her duties as a hostess.  Or her duties as his lover.

“Too bad.  It’s my baby- and I’m going girl, boy, girl. You’re out of luck, buster.  You ain’t running this show.”

“Oh, yeah?”  His eyes found her before he let his tongue dip into the soft little valley, watching her eyes close again and delighting in her little moan.  “Well….” He kissed a path down to her shorts, then traced the band with his tongue, enjoying as the texture of her skin changed from smooth to little goose bumps. 

“We will see.  We both can’t be right- and I bet you’ll lose this bet.”

“We’ll see…indeed.” Lisa sat up in one smooth motion, and, taking him by surprise pushed him over, coming to rest on top of him, straddling his waist.  Michael laughed and pulled her head down to him, kissing her, enjoying her lips, her tongue, her little sounds as her hair cascaded around them in a silky curtain.  Michael shifted and moaned into her mouth. Lisa had come to settle right over his protesting manhood.  He was pretty sure the problem was not so much the proximity of her hot little crotch but the huge amount of clothing still between them.

“Lisa…before you get too carried away...”

She laughed again, kissing his neck now, biting him in the way that drove him crazy.  Her hands started to get busy opening his shirt.  She really needed to concentrate on opening another item of clothing first. He bucked up against her, grinding into her suggestively, hoping to give her a hint.

“Before I get carried away?  What’s that in your pants, Daddy?  Did you bring a weapon with you in case you got car-jacked?”

“Yeah, I let you feel that weapon in a moment, jacking you up, little lady.  But first…what happened with your mother?”

Lisa stilled. “You wanna talk about my mother?  Now? What kind of pervert are you, Jackson?”

“Well, the worst kind.  But seriously- are you ok?” He brushed her hair from her face, framing her beautiful messy face between his hands, not letting her escape his scrutiny.

“I’m fine.  Let’s just say the bitch is out of my life for now.  Just think how much fun Thanksgiving Dinners will be now. And you were right.  So, don’t rub it in.”

Ok, he didn’t want to kill the mood too much and dig more.  He was sure Lisa would tell him more later.  She was still staring at him.  Not moving. 

“I’m sorry baby, really.”

She still did not move. 

“Ah…you can proceed with what you were doing now, if you want.  No more buzz-kill questions.  Promise!” He  crossed his heart and was rewarded with a big smile.  And with her hot little hands continuing her mission to undress him.

Ever so helpful, he raised his upper body slightly, helping Lisa take off his shirt.  Her nimble fingers slid under his t-shirt next, tracing his abs, then playing with his nipples while she kissed his neck, her tongue driving him crazy.  Michael reached under her shirt himself, feeling her skin heat up under his touch.  Tracing her spine, he was delighted to discover what he had suspected- no bra.  Lisa had started to raise his shirt, her mouth now following the revealed skin and he trembled under her administrations.  Her tongue and lips caressed and nipped at him as he tried to keep focus.  His hands found her breasts, enjoying the fullness in his palms, squeezing and massaging them, as her nipples hardened and begged for attention. 

Lisa moaned and arched into his hands more.  Having slid his shirt up over his chest, she started to kiss and bite his nipples.  The sensation raced straight to his aching crotch and he was sure he would do some major damage to himself if he did not come out of those pants.

“Princess.  You drive me nuts.  So good….” His voice was deep and raspy.  One hand left her breasts and he started to open his fly with shaking fingers. 

“Oh, Daddy…no, let me….” Lisa’s voice was now deep and thick from passion. “I’m so sorry, I’ve neglected how strained you are, love.”  She tossed her hair back and her eyes had taken on that familiar glossy sheen.  Her hands pushed his aside and she unzipped him, letting her hot, nimble fingers caress him as if by accident, causing more blood to rush to his erection which was now free to stretch and engorge even more.

Yeah, she should be sorry! And she could make it up to him right now.

“Hmmm….seems like someone is happy to see me.”  She gripped his pants and underwear and pulled both down his hips which he helpfully elevated.  Taking them off and throwing them behind her, her body glided down his length and came to rest on her knees between his legs.

“Now…how can I appropriately thank you for driving all the way down here?”

Michael grabbed himself and started stroking his engorged member.  Lisa smiled and licked her lips.

“I don’t know.  But you should think of something princess. It was a long…” He pulled upwards in a slow stoke, watching precum glisten on the revealed head.  “…hard…” Reaching out, he took her hand and she very helpfully joined his motion and he about came watching both their hands masturbate him.  “…straining ride.”

“Oh, baby.  I can see how long and hard, and straining it must have been.  I know you need some relief now, don’t cha, big guy?  How can I be helpful with that?”

She bent forward and met the next upstroke with her tongue, licking the little drop up like the most delicious dessert, then letting her tongue circle his head, granting it a little dip into the sensitive opening.  Michael could not suppress a groan and heat pulsed through him, fueled by the electric power of her teasing.  Lisa backed away slightly and he moved his hand as she took possession of him more fully, her fingers holding him in a secure grip;- just like he liked it. 

“I don’t know…baby…ahhh..but that mouth on my cock might be a nice start.”

She bent forward quickly and opened her grasp, letting her tongue run from the base of his thick shaft over the pulsing, bulging veins, to the glans and the dripping opening, kissing the top, but stopping short of taking him into the heat of her wet mouth.  In torturous slow motions, she reversed the administration, allowing her tongue to snake around him, driving him absolutely crazy.

“You like that, Daddy?  Oh God, you taste like heaven…” One stroke with her hands and she repeated the treatment.  Michael’s hands fisted in the comforter next to him.  Oh God! He was about to cum and she had not even had him in her mouth fully.  Interpreting the pulsing in her hand correctly, Lisa backed off a bit, instead placing soft kisses on his belly, his thighs, before licking his scrotum.  He almost came off the bed.

“Fuck, Lisa.  I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I intend for you to cum- but not yet.”

She blew on his penis before sitting back, pulling her shirt off, letting her hands massage her gorgeous breasts, tweaking her nipples.  Watching her, surely did nothing to make him calm down. 

“You like how they got bigger?”

Did he? She looked like a dream come true.  A wet dream at that.  Only difference was that the little hot goddess was his to take.

“I never had a problem with them to begin with.  But they sure look good.  You look good all over. How about you take those shorts off next?”

He sat up slightly, helping her massage those breasts, his fingers now providing stimulation to the constricting peaks.  Lisa threw her head back and moaned.  He pulled her head back toward him and she hungrily met his kiss, while her hand once again started to stroke his dick, this time more gently, still giving him a chance to cool off a bit.  Keeping one hand on her breast, the other one came to rest on her round ass, massaging it through the skimpy shorts, letting his fingers invade the insignificant barrier, massaging her round globes.  Again, no underwear.  Was he ever glad she had already gotten ready for bed!

Lisa wiggled herself out of the unnecessary article of clothing and threw it on the floor where it joined all the other mess.  Coming to rest flush against him once more, she kissed his chest and abs one more time, making her way up to his neck, letting her breasts caress and tease his skin while he felt her warm center against his thigh.  Seemed like little Lisa was more than stimulated herself.  His fingers kept playing with her ass a while longer, enjoying her little wiggling and undulating, as she tried to coerce him to touch her where she was weeping for him.

“They’re off….now, stop teasing!” She gave him a significant bite and he yelped.

“Hey!” As a reward, he slapped that adorable ass and she moaned against him. 

“Oh, I’ve been wondering when you’re gonna make good on that threat.”

Little vixen!

His palm found her in one more well deserved spanking, while his other hand ran lower, finding her drenched opening.  Tracing the turgid, engorged labia, his fingers rubbed her well lubricated flesh, avoiding her clit and opening on purpose, enjoying her increasing movements and noises. Finally, his he let one finger enter her, enjoying the firm grasp of her walls around him.

“Baby, you’re dripping. You like that? You want more?”

“I always want more of you.”

Well, who was he to disappoint…one more finger entered her as his thump glided over her enlarged clitoris- purely accidental of course.  Her hips moved on him as if he was already fucking her.  The grip on his penis had tightened once more.

Suddenly she stilled.

“What’s wrong?”

Her eyes flew up to him and she bit her lip. “Fuck- I forgot.  My surprise.  We are having an ultrasound tomorrow.”

What a strange time to tell him that…

“Oh wow- great…and…”

“It will be a vaginal ultrasound…so…I don’t think we should have sex.”

Michael threw his head back onto the pillow.  Seriously?  Well, it was difficult to be mad or disappointed given he’d see his baby tomorrow.  And there would be many other chances to have sex.  Wait…

“So…we can’t have intercourse, right?”

He again moved her fingers inside of her, watching her eyes close in rapture, delighting in the little moan she could not suppress.

“Yeah…”

“Cool…but…” His thumb stroked her pearl more purposefully this time and Lisa made a little whimpering sound. “That does not mean we can’t have sex other ways, right?” He raised an eyebrow at her and the smile returned.

“Smart man.  I knew I keep you around for a reason.”

“Here at Jackson and son..” he glanced at her belly and she giggled,. “…we aim to please.” The movement of his fingers increased as he thrust them in and out of her trembling canal, feeling the juices drip from her while Lisa gyrated against him.  He watched the blush on her cheeks and chest deepen and her nipples tighten even more. So was so drop dead gorgeous right now. Right when he thought she was about to be driven over the edge, she reached under herself, stilling his hand.

“No- wait.  I told you, you come first tonight. And I meant that quite literally.” She took his hands from her and moaned when his fingers left her.  Freaky as always, she then raised his hand to her mouth, licking her own juices from him. The woman was driving him crazy!

“Hmmm…I love how hot you get me baby…only you…” Licking her lips when she was done, she scooted over and backwards, getting off the bed.  Taking his hand, she pulled him up, making him stand next to her.  She reached up and pulled his mouth down, while her other hand cupped his balls and squeezed, then reached for his jumping penis, giving it a tug. God- she was going to be the death of him, and at the moment he would not mind perishing as long as she kept caressing and kissing him. 

After getting breathless and dizzy from her kiss, she kissed his neck and chest, then slowly sank to her knees, her eyes welded to his, her lips swollen and wet, her chest rising and falling as she was just as breathless.  His penis strained upward and he grabbed it, aiming it toward the heaven he knew await between those sating lips.

“No more bullshit, Lisa.  Here, take it.”

From the sparkle in her eyes, he could tell she loved his commanding tone, and she obediently opened her mouth.  Initially, she only enveloped the sensitive head, letting him enjoy the heat briefly before she popped him back out with a smacking sound.  His eyes closed and he moaned.  She repeated the movement, this time taking him in further, letting her tongue wrap around him. 

Gosh! This was heaven.  His hands came to rest on her head and he guided her toward him as his hips jutted forward at the same time. 

Again, she backed up, and again he could not suppress the sounds.

“Daddy, keep your eyes on me.  I want you to watch me as I finish you off.  Fuck my mouth, baby.”

“Oh shit…” Barely able to contain himself, he surged forward, letting her greedily take the length of him.  His balls tightened when he felt the back of her throat.  Lisa at the same time, applied strong suction.  Her eyes stayed on his and she continued to hold the base of his cock as she used her lips, tongue, teeth to drive him closer to the brink of ecstasy.  The telltale jumping of his penis indicated how close he was to eruption and Lisa continued so suck him, her small sounds of pleasure urging him on to let go.  When the pleasure concentrated into the burning, red hot, swirling spiral that stated in his belly then went into his balls, he took one deep breath and relinquished control, feeling the scalding lava starting to jettison up the length of his penis and into her hot mouth.  His moans and cries of pleasure filled the room.

“Of fuck…oh God…shit…Lisa…I love you…”

Ready for him, Lisa greedily swallowed his seed, the movement of her throat making him tremble even more.  He saw spots like a snowstorm made of glowing ashes dancing before his eyes and he helplessly held on to her shoulders.  Lisa pumped him lovingly several more times, making sure she would not leave a drop behind. 

Kissing her way up his body, she rose, and met his mouth, as he tasted himself on her, going a little bit more insane as a myriad of feelings rushed through him. 

Lisa pushed him back and he fell onto the bed. “Hey! Is that how you treat a weak and trembling man?”

“Yeah, it sure is.  Hey- sorry, why don’t you lay back and relax. I gotta take a small break before you can show me just how weak you are.” Tossing her hair back, she strutted toward the bathroom.  “Pregnancy related side-effect, sorry!”

“Likely story, you’re just a whimp.  Go take a break!”

He heard her laughing from inside the bathroom.  “Naw- just knowing you’re getting old and need a breather.  I don’t want you to lose face.”

Michael rolled over onto his stomach as her slightly open nightstand captured his attention.  Lisa should know better than to leave drawers open around him- he was known for being more than curious of what he might find stashed in people’s dressers.

“Uhum…” Pulling it open more, his eyes spied an interesting object. “You better be glad you got that convenient excuse of that exam tomorrow or I’d show you just how old I am.  You’d be screaming for mercy.” 

Lisa giggled and he heard the toilet flush.  Hm…  So, what did little Lisa have here to keep her busy when he was not around?  In his hand he held a silver, bullet shaped object about the size of half his thumb which was attached to a cable leading to a remote control.  He flipped the switch and raised an eyebrow at the resulting vibrations.  Very interesting, indeed.  His mind filled with all kinds of thrilling possibilities. 

“Whatcha doing?” He heard the water running and pushed the drawer closed, hitting the little switch, turning the vibrator off.  Quickly, he hid the toy under a pillow he slid further down the bed.  This would come in handy in a minute.

“Nothing.” He leaned back against his pillow and innocently awaited her arrival. Lisa appeared, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Why don’t I believe that?”

“Why don’t you get that sweet ass over here so I can finish what I started?”

“If you’re too tired, it’s ok.  I am more than happy having helped you relax.”

“Ah no, I am not tired, and I want to eat that pussy, so how about you be a good girl and lay down and spread those amazing legs for me.”

Lisa laughed and complied, coming to rest next to him, snuggling against his chest. “You’re such a sweet-talker…”

Michael raised himself on an elbow, kissing her, teasing those pouting lips, as his hands roamed to her breast, one again enjoying the soft swell adorned by the constricting tips.  Michael placed several small kisses on her mouth before letting his fingers trace her lips, watching her tongue dart out and wrap around him as she had done to his penis moments earlier.  He traced her lips down to her chin, down her neck, her chest, drawing a circle around her breast.  His lips followed his digits and he traced a wet path along the once again incalescent skin which was taking on a salty taste.  Oh good, he loved when he made her sweat.  He stopped to kiss and bit her nipples, watching her writhe under him now, her hands in his hair, her deep voice moaning her pleasure once again.  His finger ventured from her sternum down to the dip of her navel once more, his tongue and lips in hot pursuit. 

“Michael…I love you…don’t stop…”

Oh, he had no intent on stopping.  He was just getting started.  Looking up toward her face, he felt his penis harden once more, becoming mesmerized by the glow on her cheeks, her closed eyes, her half open lips, and the sound of her sighing his name over and over.  Reaching over, he moved the pillow hiding the little toy down with him for a little surprise.

“Lisa- spread them wider.” Her legs quivered as she complied, and he made sure to kiss her thighs and gently massage and caress those shapely calves.  Michael had arrived at his destination, kneeling between her legs now, watching her pouting pussy weep tears of pure pleasure in anticipation.  He could smell her arousal and when he touched the outside of the soft pedals of her sex, she cried out, her hips coming off the bed. 

“Shht, baby…be still….I’ll make it better…” He gently blew on her heated core and was rewarded by another cry.

“C’mon give it to me…”

“Just paying you back for some of the earlier torture, sweetie.”

He bent forward, his mouth watering to taste the treat, and his tongue found her, lapping upward from her opening to her clit with one stroke. Lisa yelped and reached for his head.

“Will you be patient and hold still?” In reality, she tasted like heaven, and he was also at the verge of his own patience.  Spreading her open with his probing fingers, he started to lick her again, once more stopping short of her quivering clit. 

One hand in his hair, he saw her other hand grab the comforter and fist the material.  Someone was really close to losing it.  Well, she had another thing coming. Smiling, he reached over for the toy.  The cool silver bullet felt smooth in his hand. Distracting Lisa, he increased the pressure of his tongue, letting it hit her clit this time, forcing a hoarse cry from her as he hips raised toward him.  Putting his hand on her abs, he gently pushed her down and let his tongue surround the slippery wet bundle of nerves.  At the same time, he activated the little switch and placed the cool silver bullet at the edge of her opening.  Her eyes flew open in time with her pelvis rocking up at him.  For a moment he almost had to laugh at the surprise in her face.  She smiled…then moaned.

“Someone went snooping…oh fuck….shit….” He let the bullet enter her slightly, but only kept it teasingly at the sensitive muscular ring to her hot cunt which started to drip even more. 

“Someone is keeping toys to herself.” He sucked on her clit now and she screamed.

“And you know…” He let one finger enter her while keeping the bullet on her, allowing it to glide toward her clit which he flicked with his tongue again. “….how I like toys…” 

His finger teased her inside a bit, enjoying the tightening of her walls, before finger fucking her for a couple of strokes in the same rhythm with his tongue sucking on her clit.  Her movement became erratic and he noticed her abs becoming tight. His finger left her and she made a little meowing protest sound which turned to moans as he increased the sucking on her, moving from her clit to her opening, letting his tongue take the place of his finger, while the bullet came to rest on her already taxed clitoris.  Lisa let out a long scream and started to come apart beneath his mouth.  Her hips shot off the bed and he enjoyed the convulsions around his tongue as he continued to stroke her before returning to her clit, tapping it lightly in alternate stimulations with the buzzing vibrations.  He screamed his name again and just kept cuming.  When he removed his mouth he was mesmerized by the flushed tint all over and the golden sheen decorating her body as she kept spasming under him.  Her orgasm slowed a bit and he moved up her body, kissing her, feeding her her own juices which she greedily licked from his lips.  He removed the bullet to give her a minute, then let it return and watched her either cum again or extend the previous thunderous climax.  Wow- he needed to go digging through her stuff more often.

The movements finally slowed and she calmed, whispering his name against him lips once more.  He kissed her more gently now, removing the helpful little object from her, pulling her close to his body.

All tension had left her, but he continued to feel her hot, rapid breath against him and her heart thunder against his own chest. 

“You are so beautiful you know that?  And never more than when you cum for me.”

“Fucking hell! I thought I was about to pass out.”

Proudly, he kissed her head. “Sorry…I guess.”

She smacked his chest weakly. “Don’t you dare be sorry.”

He giggled. “I’m not.”

Lisa’s hand was on his chest and travelled further south.

“Shit- now you’re hard again… Hell, we can go back and forth like this all night.”

“Oh, can we?”

They both laughed.

“You know what I want you to do?” She looked up at him with her trademark naughty smile.

“I’m afraid to ask.  I thought you needed rest.”

“Which is why I want you to do the work.” The naughty smile was joined by a naughty wink.

Understanding dawned.  He knew well Lisa had a weakness for watching him jerk off.  He rolled onto his back, his hand coming to rest on his chest.  Who was he to disappoint a lady?

Lisa’s grin widened and she nodded.  “There you go…make it grow more for me. Let me watch you cum, gorgeous…”

Caressing his own skin now, he slowly approached his penis, urged on by the fire in her eyes following his every move.  When he grabbed his cock, he saw her swallow and memories of her mouth on him, feeling her swallowing his cum earlier sufficed to bring him to full attention.  He started to stroke himself and within seconds was close to his second climax, driven to distraction by Lisa’s lips on his chest, her eye glued to his hands.  Noticing a movement of her hand, he discovered she also was touching herself now.  This pregnancy thing really made her a sexual fiend.  He always knew it would be spectacular to have her even more sex crazed when with his child.  And it worked. 

Their eyes locked: heated light blue nitrogen fused with black fire and the resulting ignition rocketed them off into orbit at the same time.  Michael reached over with his free hand, pulling her lips to him, inhaling her sounds, drinking in her moans greedily as he fed her his sighs and cries. 

Finally spent, they sank into each other, Lisa draping herself over his chest after pulling a blanket up over them.

“Michael- thanks so much for coming over.  I was so upset, and now it is just a distant, unpleasant memory.”

Weak and exhausted, close to sleep, he kissed her head, tightening his hold on her.

“I love you, girl.  You’ll never have to be sad or lonely anymore. I promise.”

For the moment, all thoughts of the trouble with Debbie were vanquished into oblivion.  He was right where he needed to be.  This was all that counted: love and family.  As soon as he could move his other two children under the same roof, his phantasy would finally be fulfilled. 

“I love you more, Daddy.”

“Stop stealing my lines.  Plus, let me get some rest for heaven’s sake! I gotta see my son tomorrow.”

“Daughter.”

He laughed and kissed her one more time, before letting the sound of her heart against him lull him to sleep, wishing he would never have to come back to the reality of hateful people who threatened his little family.

(to be continued)

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