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JEMMA · #29 01-06-2018, 10:16 AM

I don't know how much later it was that I fully came to my senses. There was a lot of noise going on in that room. Somehow we had all come together in a group hug, and all three of us were talking at the same time. We were all crying too. It was a surreal kind of situation to find one's self in, and I'm sure they both felt that way too.

At any rate, eventually a sort of halting story came out. He had been getting ready to go off to basic training. She was worried about him. His girlfriend had broken up with him, angry that he was leaving her for the Army. Chrissy was scared that something would happen to him. He probably was too, though he had never have admitted it. So they were both strung out emotionally and a hug had turned into something wild and passionate as each tried to express the depth of feeling for the other. He would kissed away her tears and, at some point in the process, his lips had brushed hers. They were overwhelmed with feelings that demanded more until suddenly they were on the bed and their clothes were coming off.

Afterwards they tried to make sense of what they had done. He had taken her virginity. At the time she hadn't cared. In the aftermath they felt guilty, but at the same time it had been undeniably precious to both of them. Neither had had time to process the storm of emotion because Sam had left the next day.

I remembered the mood in the house that morning, as I got ready to take him to the airport. I could had my own feelings to deal with as I sent my son off to an unknown future. I would completely missed that part of the somber mood that was the result of lovers torn apart.

Finally the surge of emotions began to wane and we were left there in the kitchen with a big invisible question mark filling the room.

What was going to happen now?

Society puts expectations on its citizens. As a result, the citizens put expectations on themselves. It's all supposed to affect behavior. Then things like love, passion, imagination and even hormones have an effect on behavior that conflict with society' expectations. It can make for a tumultuous life. A lot of it depends on how seriously you take society's strictures. Or maybe it's more to do with whether or not you think you can stay below society's radar.

The next two days were a little like trying to tiptoe barefoot across a room where five pounds of thumbtacks have been spilled. You try to pick a path that seems least likely to result in pain. At the same time, you have to get across the room - go about your routine business.

In other words, it stayed complicated. I was honestly relieved to know who the father of Chrissy's baby was. More to the point, I was relieved that it wasn't somebody other than Sam. But that didn't mean I approved of a resumption of the activity between them that had produced that baby.

I suspect it was just as complicated for them. A man and woman who love each other, and have created life in the woman's womb, can't just clamp off their feelings. I knew that. While the boat of love that Judy and I boarded may have been leaky, the fact that we had created Sam and Chrissy had kept us bailing until the last moment. Even now I still loved Judy on some level.

When she had gone off to "find herself", it became pretty clear what she meant when the divorce papers arrived and the grounds were listed as "irreconcilable differences." The return address turned out to be that of another realtor in her firm. I didn't fight it because, to be honest, if she didn't want me, I didn't want her either. I didn't like her very much, but she was the mother of our children. The bond of father and mother can't ever be broken completely. They might hate each other, but there's still a bond of sorts there.

I didn't spy on them, but my imagination more than made up for that. Their heartfelt hugs and the way they practically cuddled on the couch while we were watching TV made it obvious that they had accepted their new relationship a lot more easily than I could. I remember once walking into the living room to find her leaning back on the couch with her legs spread. He was kneeling between them and had raised her shirt up to bare her bulging belly. His hands were making little figure eights, just caressing the bulge, and he was talking to his baby. The look of love on her face was unmistakable. It was almost jarring to see a big, tough soldier being so gentle.

I wouldn't find out until months later that, for the two weeks Sam was home, they didn't have sex. They wanted to. But everything was too new. They had a lot to think about. And, of course, Sam was leaving again. There was a lot of wistfulness floating around in the house those two weeks.

Along with the oddness of the situation, there were other things that happened that seemed completely normal. They did go running together, for example. When they got back, both were gasping for air like I had been after half a mile that first day I ran with her. I'd never seen Chrissy really out of breath. Her face was red and she stood, bent over, her hands on her knees, just breathing. He was just as winded, though he walked around in circles while he got his breath back. It was clear they had competed. The only thing that complicated that perfectly domestic scene was when, before he headed for the shower, he stopped to give her a lingering kiss on the lips. She put one hand on his stomach and pushed him away from her. "You're sweaty and you stink," she complained.

It was that kind of very normal and very abnormal mixture of behavior that made things seem so complicated.

Another thing that complicated the situation was that Chrissy had to go back to school.

College was one of the things we agonized about. We all knew that, when she showed up pregnant, things would be hard for her. Kids are among the cruelest of human beings. We knew that the baby would be delivered right in the middle of her senior year, which would interrupt her studies. It wasn't going to be easy. That was one reason it was good Sam was there when she first went back. It was also good that everything was out in the open at home, because Sam could support her fully during that first tough week of college.

Then there was a moment of déjà vu as I drove Sam to the airport again and he boarded another plane to fly off to a place 1500 miles away. Chrissy didn't go with us that time, either. She had college.

Chrissy and I settled into the new routine of her being gone most of the day. I got my work done while she was at college so we could spend more time together when she got home. She missed Sam. She did missed him before, but now she could do so completely.

As a result, she ended up cuddling with me in front of the TV. I wasn't Sam, but I was the next best thing.

She was getting bigger and bigger, and it was harder for her to get comfortable. Sometimes she wanted to lie down, with her shoulders and head on my lap. A pillow helped. That was what created the next step in our family's little detour from the straight and narrow, at least as far as society was concerned.

I had to put my hand somewhere, and the most comfortable and natural place to rest it was ... her belly.

The first time I rested my hand there it was a little weird. I hadn't touched her like that before. Because it was weird I started to move my hand somewhere else, but she captured it and held it there with both of her hands. I can't even remember what we were watching on TV.

That became the norm. She just lie there with my hand on her belly, sometimes putting her hands over mine and sometimes not. One night I remembered Sam's hands stroking those figure 8 over her bulge and my hand just sort of copied that. It felt good. My grandson was under there, sleeping, maybe, and it just felt good to stroke him.

The first time he moved under my hand I about freaked out.

"He moved!" I yelped.

Chrissy laughed, because she had been feeling movement for several days. She hadn't said anything because she wasn't sure that it really was the baby moving. Things were getting pretty cramped in there and sometimes her organs moved around a little.

Feeling the baby move became a new game. I had to stroke her belly, trying to spur the little tyke into motion. When movement became more frequent, it was only natural to pull her shirt up to watch the skin bulge and ripple as the baby turned over or kicked or whatever. Several times we could see what was clearly a heel or elbow sliding across under her skin.

December came and Sam got some more leave. He didn't tell us, but surprised us instead, just showing up. He was there when Chrissy got home from college and I thought she had go into labor, as excited as she was. Their kiss left nothing to the imagination, concerning how they felt about each other.

I stood by, the doting grandfather, as they broke that long, passionate kiss and his hands went to explore what was twice as big as when he last felt it.

"He moves all the time now," said Chrissy excitedly. "He's going to be a runner, like me."

"You're so big!" sighed Sam.

"It's your fault," she teased.

Then his hands slid upwards to cup breasts that were half again as big as they had been before.

"These are getting big too," he said, grinning.

I'm pretty sure they had forgotten all about me. I felt like I was a peeping Tom as his hands squeezed her teenaged breasts.

"That's your fault as well," she said softly. "And it's also your fault that I'm horny all the time now.

"Really," he said, leaning down to kiss her again.

I turned to leave the room ... to leave them alone ... and ran smack into the clothes tree standing behind me. It went over and I tried to grab it, but just tipped off balance and went down with it. The next thing I knew my children were pulling coats off of me, laughing.

Sam's second leave was completely different than his first, and I mean completely different. I don't know if it's because they did had time to process the change in their relationship, or maybe because they would both gone without sex for 7 months.

It started with her asking him to put lotion on her belly. He applied himself with vigor. I happened to be doing something on the computer, and I don't know if that had anything to do with the escalation of things, but when I got up to go get something to drink he was putting lotion on her breasts too.

Her shirt was up to her neck and her bra had been undone. I had an errant thought of that Karate Kid movie, because it looked like Sam was doing wax on ... wax off. Chrissy's head was back on the couch and she was humming.

"That feels so much better when you do it," she sighed. "I'm so horny, Sam."

"I can't believe how big your nipples have gotten," he said softly. "The last time I saw them they were little pink things."

"Everything on me is bigger because of you," she said a little breathily.

He leaned forward and sucked a nipple. Her "Oooooo" was followed by her head coming up and our eyes met. She blinked, and then he sucked harder or something because her mouth went slack and her hands came to his head to pull him to her breasts. She made a face and, looking right at me, mouthed the word, "sorry."

I turned away, mostly because my cock was trying like crazy to burst through my pants. As I walked away I heard her say "Sam, Daddy saw you!"

I could just barely hear his response: "Mmmmmmm."

I guess they either got too wound up, or they had come to grips with this new relationship, because maybe 5 minutes later I heard them going into her room, just down the hall from my home office. She said "Sam I don't know if I can!" and he responded "We'll find a way." Her next comment was, "But what about Daddy?" but his reply was cut off by the door closing.

It didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what they had in mind.

And my imagination should have sufficed ... but it didn't. I lasted another 5 minutes, maybe, before I couldn't help becoming a voyeur. I know that social convention prohibits one from watching others do something like what I was sure they were doing. But social convention prohibits what they were doing in the first place. So I didn't feel all that bad as I tiptoed to the door and cracked it open. I wasn't trying to let them know I was there, but then again, I don't think I cared if they did know.

I didn't intrude. By that I mean I didn't go in the room. I just opened the door enough to see an amazingly beautiful naked, pregnant, young woman, astride an equally amazingly beautiful naked young man. I didn't know then that this was only the second time they had made love. If I had I could have been even more amazed at how proficient she'd become in just 5 minutes. She would settled on his youthful boner and was shoving her hips forward and backward as if she could done this a hundred times before. He was mauling her swollen breasts when I first opened the door, but his hands slid down and became amazingly gentle as they smoothed over her jutting belly.

"Ohhhhh I needed this so badly," she moaned.

"I love you," he whispered. It wasn't clear whether he was talking to the woman impaled on his thrusting rigid prick, or the baby in the belly he was stroking.