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Son for Hire: Chapter 93
🕑 Added 2022-07-05 22:40:00 +0000 UTCOkay, I could be dead wrong but I am really picking up the sense that SfH is starting to overstay its welcome. Time to move things along. I hope I don't give y'all whiplash. đ
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The days pass quickly as Kitty and I work to settle into the rhythms of our new life. The adjustment was not difficult but it was still an adjustment. It wasnât quite the dream world we imagined it would be when we first really talked about the move, no matter how good it is reality is never quite as glossy as the fantasy, but it was still easily the best time of our lives. The clean air, the spotless streets, the fine million dollar homes, the manicured green spaces and the serene quiet all quickly grew on us. But most of all it was the feeling of safety that we treasured the most. We were starting to learn that we did not need to walk with our head on a swivel and our eyes kept sharp for signs of brewing trouble. We were able to relax survival instincts that weâd kept taut for years without even realizing it and damn did it feel good. In four days we hadnât heard a voice raised in anger, we hadnât seen a fight break out, hellâŠwe hadnât even heard a siren! Not even in the distance. Everything here was comfortable and predictable. The invisible walls of wealth and class kept all of the soul grinding unpleasantness of poverty far away.
More than anything it was that feeling of abiding security that helped us start to understand the people here just a little bit better. When you didnât have to worry about where your next rent payment was coming from or what kind of trouble you might find yourself embroiled in just for walking down the street, when privilege and order is all that youâve ever known, it gave your mind the freedom to be able to step back and take a broader view of things or just obsess about stupid shit to your heartâs content. The endless circular arguments of red versus blue which, to my dumb ass, always seemed so detached from the reality I experienced on the ground still didnât make much sense to me but at least I had some context for them now. All I knew and all that really mattered was that my sister and I were in a better place and that I never wanted to return to where we came from.
With some time and planning Kitty and I are able to work out a nice budget that would allow us to pursue our future but also leave some extra to enjoy ourselves with. We decide to have Kitty take the eighteen month accounting program first while I worked and painted and figured my own educational future out. Then, when she was done, it would be my turn to go to school. From her perspective she figured that if we could just hold out for a year and a half weâd be in a way better situation as sheâd have a legitimate means of making decent money. It would also have the crucial side benefit of giving her something to do. Boredom combined with idle hands could be quite literally fatal for a recovering addict and she was well aware of that fact. Now that we were here she didnât want give up the good life anymore than I did. It was a good deal for her but one that came with a sacrifice. For us she was giving up a couple of years of her prime where would have to live as the good wife in a sham marriage. I had to hand it to her. Always the wiser one Kitty had her eyes on the prize and was motivated to make the most of this opportunity for as long as it lasted, meanwhile I was content to remain blissfully naive. Until there was a direct tangible reason as to why this situation couldnât last forever I refused to even consider that my happiness might someday end. My first true love was too fresh and burned too hot for me to even consider a life without my Queen.
Speaking of my beloved Dommy-Mommy, the first days of being her live in boy toy does not bring with it nearly as much action as I thought there would be. After that first intense day she decides that my nuts needed a good long rest. Despite my insistence that I was ready and eager for more Evelyn was adamant that I not cum for four full days, one for each cummie Iâd blasted on day one. I could train with my new bigger dildo and butt plug but even then I wasnât allowed to nut. Right to the edge but no further. By God I was horny! I beg and I plead for release even as I knew deep down that it would fall on deaf ears. This denial was an exercise in dominance and a test of my obedience. She also wanted me full to bursting for whatever she had planned for us next. I loved every second of it, blue balls and all.
With sex off of the table it gave Evelyn and I time to explore the other facets of our relationship. We each had our own lives but when we could we would find our way to each other. I would lay quietly curled up beside her on the sofa, head on her lap, as she read a book. She would come down, always with food in hand, to watch me paint, a hobby that was swiftly becoming a passion. I would help her with chores or watch her cook as we talked about life, family, experiences, just anything really. In a million myriad ways she encouraged me in everything I did, particularly my art, and I supported her unconditionally. And sometimes I would join Kitty and Evelyn on their strolls around the neighborhood, which had become a regular thing. Simply put, we were becoming friends.
The indispensable glue of our powerful bond however turns out to be the one thing that normal folk would frown on the most. The sex anybody could understand. The exoticness of Evelynâs unique anatomy had a whole cartoon fetish built around it. The love and the friendship all but the most cold-hearted could sympathize with. Even our strange Mommy kink and the gentle BDSM could probably be forgiven by the more open-minded. All of these things brought us closer togetherâŠbut it was the nursing that forged our bond most powerfully.
Everyday I nurse. Right in the morning after Alan leaves Evelyn would make her way down, let herself in, sneak into my room, and wake me with a nipple in my mouth. I cannot even describe the soul soothing peace of gradually and gently coming to my senses already in the middle of a good long suckle. And to open my eyes to see my angel gazing back down at meâŠnothing else could compare. In the intimate silence she would sing, she would whisper âGood boyâ, she would tenderly stroke my hair as we soul gazed. Twice she soothed me right back to sleep again even as my mouth instinctually continued to suck. As she was now lactating nursing was no longer just a symbolic act. I actually fed upon her sweet rich milk, able to pull just a little bit more from her plump teats with each passing day. Through fats, sugars, proteins, and countless vital nutrients Evelyn literally gave of herself and I in turn digested her gift so that what she would become a part of me. Little was ever said, nothing needed to be.
All in all life was good. Kitty, Evelyn, and I had found our groove. The whole household was at peace, except for one glaring exception. Luckily for us the exception was as predictable as the tides and could be worked around with ease.
That evening I was splayed out on the sofa, feeling damn good about getting my cock cage off after my day out walking around to various local businesses dropping off resumes followed by a meal out as husband and wife. I sit trying to concentrate on the movie Kitty and I were watching though all I could think about was jerking off to relieve my full aching balls. I wasnât going to of course, especially not with tomorrow being the day Evelyn was going to let me cum herself, but it didnât stop me from thinking about it. If I could Iâd have that photo album of Evelynâs open and my dick in my hand so fucking fast thatâŠ
Knock, knock, knock.
The rap at the downstairs door startles us both and thankfully interrupts my lewd train of thought. The pair of us look to the door. âI think itâs for you.â Kitty quips as she pauses the movie, knowing that there was a ninety-nine point nine percent chance that it was Evelyn waiting at our door. Anybody else would have rang the bell upstairs, not that there ever was anybody else.
âI thought she was out at the charity drive tonight.â I mutter as I hurriedly make my way for the door. âMaybe she needs a hand with something.â
Bright smile on my face I swing the door wide eager to see the radiant face of my angel. My smile contorts to an awkward grimace as I find myself face to chest with the hulking figure of the point one percent. Our predictable glaring exception had decided to pay us an unexpected visit.
