A widower and his son meet the most unlikely pair while at the skating rink.
I’ve loved roller skating since I was a teenager. Now, I still go at least once a week. It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m enjoying a relaxing time at the local skating rink with my son.
My name is Malik. I’m 41, a widower, Black American male, 6′ 3″, and 220 pounds. I’m an Air Force pilot stationed in North Carolina just outside of Fayetteville. My wife of 20 years passed last year from breast cancer. I miss her. I really miss her. For a long time after she died, I didn’t go out, but have, in the last few months, started to do more. Other than dating that is. I’m not ready for that.
I have a 17 year old son, Desmond. He was named after Desmond Tutu, who my wife thought was the most amazing, history maker in recent times. Desmond’s a good kid, a junior in high school, plays football, and has quite the female following. For a 17 year old, he takes after his Dad. He’s 5′ 11″, 190 pounds, and built like a concrete building.
Anyway, just because I’m not dating doesn’t mean I’m dead, so I was noticing a really pretty white girl out skating with a younger version of herself, probably her daughter. She was a stunner, maybe 5’7″, 120 pounds, long strawberry-blonde hair, wearing shorts and a T-shirt that made her look even sexier. The daughter looked to be about Desmond’s age and was a carbon copy of her Mom, except that she didn’t smile much or talk to anyone. I found out later that Mom’s name is Candy and the daughter is Alicia, but everyone calls her Missy.
As skating rinks do, they started playing some disco dance songs that were good for skate dancing. So, what the heck. I asked her if she wanted to skate together through the dance songs. Candy said, “sure”. Desmond asked Missy also, but she sort of threw her nose up at him, got off the floor, and went to the snack bar, alone.
Candy and I hit it off right away and skated together for the rest of the afternoon. When our session ended, I asked Candy if she and Missy would like to go out to dinner with Desmond and I. She said, “sure”, saying her sister had dropped them off because she didn’t have a car.
When Candy told Missy about dinner, Missy didn’t exactly blow a gasket, but you could tell she wasn’t pleased. She got Candy off to the side and thought we could not hear what she whispered, but we did. “I don’t want to go out with ‘them’ “, she said. “Can’t I take a taxi home”?
Candy told her “no way”, that they were going out to dinner with us and, if Candy didn’t want to do that, she could sit in the car while we ate. I was kind of surprised at both of their attitudes, Missy’s apparent racism and Candy’s lack of tolerance towards her daughter, but I assumed there was some history there.
We went to a local seafood restaurant for dinner. Candy and I chatted away, getting to know each other, while Missy sat silent, not engaging with Desmond at all.
Candy, it turns out, is separated from her husband who is abusive to her. In ‘good old boy’ North Carolina, they require married people who don’t want to be married, to stay married for a year, living separately, before they can get a divorce. Why? Who knows. So, Candy and Missy live with her sister. Candy works in a local doctor’s office as a receptionist and Missy actually went to the same high school that Desmond did.
When we brought them home, Missy jumped out of the car right away and headed for the house; I sent Desmond after her, just to make sure she got in the door OK. Candy and I had a chance to talk, so I asked her, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure, what.”
“What’s the deal with Missy? She seems really hard to get along with.”
Candy started to tear up some. “She’s been mad at me ever since the separation. Even when he put me in the hospital, she took his side. Now, she can’t get along with anyone. Can you believe it, even with the way she looks, she can’t keep a boyfriend. And, her mouth is horrible. She can’t see that I’m looking out for her.”
“Wow, that’s a shame.”
“I need to apologize to Desmond too for the way she’s treated him. Her Dad is a ‘born and bred redneck’ who thinks black people have a place in the World, just nowhere near him and she acts the same way.”
“No, it’s OK. Desmond has run into people like her before. He knows how to deal with it.”
I gathered all my strength and said, “Look, ah, I haven’t dated since my wife died, but if you’re interested. . .”
She leaned over and kissed me, closed mouth but a kiss, and said, “I’d love to. I want to tell you though. I’ve never dated a black man before.”
I laughed and said, “well, we’re even then because I’ve never dated a white girl before.”
And, with that, she left me her phone number, got out of the car, and went into the house. Desmond had politely stayed outside the car while we talked and, when she got out, he got in.
I asked him, “Well, what do you think?”
“The daughter is a bitch that I want nothing to do with, but if her Mom makes you happy, I’ll figure a way to deal with Missy. Maybe she’s trainable,” and he laughed.
So, it began. Candy and I started seeing each other, more and more often, and figured out we were really good, emotionally, for each other. There’d been no sex yet and I wasn’t bringing it up. Missy and Desmond were always with us since Candy wasn’t comfortable leaving her home alone. They tolerated each other, but there didn’t seem to be any chemistry between them at all.
That was, until, about two months later.
It was a Friday night and we were dropping the girls off at the sister’s house. We’d been out to dinner and a movie and were having a good evening.
Out of the shadows, came Candy’s husband, big, and drunk. He was walking quickly towards her, screaming, “So, you’re running around with ‘N’…..”
He only got the ‘N’ out when an uppercut just under his ribcage dropped him to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Only, it wasn’t me. When Desmond saw him coming, he had stepped in front of the girls and dropped him with one punch.
Since we were in North Carolina and I didn’t know which member of the law would be showing up, I threw the car keys to Desmond. “Take the girls and get out of here. I’ll catch up with you at home later.”
“Desmond told them to, “Come on.” Candy grabbed Missy’s hand and tried to pull her towards my SUV.
Missy resisted, “He hurt my Daddy!”
Desmond glared at her and said, “He was going to hurt your Mom. Now get your ass in the car or I’ll put you in the car. You have three seconds to decide.”
Missy decided that this wasn’t the time for an argument, got in the car, and the three of them drove off.
I turned my attention to the husband, who was still on the ground and starting to recover from having the wind knocked out of him. He said, “You’re pretty brave when your son is with you, aren’t you?”
“You’re lucky he was here. If he hadn’t been, I’d have killed you. Now, you listen because I’m only going to say this once. You stay away from those two. If I catch you near them again, I’m going to hurt you bad. Real bad. It’s over between you and Candy, so get over it and move on with your life, like she has. You have any questions?”
He shook his head ‘no’, so I helped him to his car and he drove off.
Candy’s sister came out of the house. “I’m just so glad you were here. He’s shown up here before, but it was never this bad. There’s a problem though.”
“What?”
“I rent and my landlord just saw the whole thing. He called me and told me that Candy and Missy have to go or he was going to evict me. He doesn’t want any trouble on his property.”
“OK, I’ll work something out. By the way, the kids just drove off with my cell phone in the car. Would you call me a taxi?”
She did, I left, and went back to my house. My SUV was parked in front of the house, so I knew they had beat me home.
When I got inside, all three were sitting at the kitchen table. Somebody had made some coffee, so I got a cup also and joined them.
I looked at Desmond, “Good job tonight son. But, be careful you don’t hit someone any higher than that with a punch that hard. You could have stopped his heart.”
“I know Dad. I was careful.”
Missy started crying. It was the first time I had seen any kind of normal emotion come from her. I put my arm around her shoulders and explained. “Missy. I know you love your Dad, everyone should, and that’s good. But, you also love your Mom. Right? And, your Daddy, well he has a problem. An anger problem. And, he wants to hurt your Mom. He would have tonight if Desmond hadn’t stopped him. You know that, don’t you.”
She nodded.
“So, at least for now, you’re going to live with your Mom and visit your Dad, when he can control himself and when it’s safe. You’re going to have to trust your Mom to decide that for you.”
She nodded again.
Desmond broke in, “Missy. Why do you act the way you do? You push everyone away with your attitude and mouth. You don’t have to be like that, but I’ve checked around and it’s pretty much cost you every friend you ever had. Boys won’t go near you, much less date you. Why?”
She just broke down in sobs and told us pretty much what Candy had already told me. She wanted her Mom and Dad to be together and they weren’t. She was angry, and hurt. But, I think tonight’s events had shown her why.
I told Candy about my conversation with her sister. “You guys are going to need a new place to stay. But, we can work that out later. For now, you can stay here. Desmond and I will sleep on the couches downstairs and you two can have the bedrooms. Now, it’s been a long day, so let’s everyone get settled and get to bed. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Candy, there’s towels in the upstairs bathroom, so you guys can get a shower. Tomorrow, we’ll go to your sister’s and pick up more clothing for you guys.” Candy just nodded and, believe it or not, Missy actually hugged Desmond before they headed upstairs.
Desmond and I watched TV for a while until we heard the shower stop running upstairs, then it was quiet, so we turned off the TV and went to sleep.
Sometime during the night, Candy woke me up. She was wrapped in a towel and didn’t say anything. She just took my hand and led me upstairs. “I don’t want to be alone,” she said. So, I crawled into bed next to her naked body. She laid on her side and snuggled up against me, wrapping her leg around mine. I could feel her heat, but she wanted me there for safety, not sex, so I left it alone. Soon, we were both asleep.
The next day, we went back to Candy’s sisters and got their belongings. Candy, Missy and the sister hugged just before we left and I could hear them talking. Candy’s sister said, “I think you both might have found good men. Hang on to them.”
Missy said, “But, they’re black.”
Candy’s sister told her, “So what, they’re men and men that want to care for you and your Mom the way you deserve. What else matters?”
Until then, I hadn’t thought about Candy from a ‘long term’ viewpoint, but all of a sudden, it didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. Desmond heard them too and just nodded.
Things went well over the weekend with the four of us going to a nearby theme park. Everyone had a good time; Candy with me and Missy with Desmond.
Monday, and it was time to get back to our routine. Candy and I had to go to work, although I wasn’t flying that day, and Desmond took Missy to school with him in his classic (1968) Mustang. Things were getting settled in my mind and I had decided I would ask Candy and Missy to live with Desmond and I permanently. I didn’t figure I’d get an argument from Desmond.
Then, along about noon, I got a call from the principal at the high school. There’d been a problem with Desmond and he wanted me to come over to talk. There has NEVER been a school problem with Desmond, so I was shocked.
Arriving at the school, I went to the principal’s office and found Desmond and another boy sitting in the outer office. I knew the principal from football games; he invited me into his office.
“Malik. I’m really sorry, but I had no choice but to suspend Desmond. He was in a fight and school policy is that everyone involved gets suspended regardless of who caused it.”
“OK. I get it. But, who did cause it.”
“Well, not Desmond. The other boy, you saw him outside, was in a conversion with a girl when she called him some name. I don’t know what it was, but he slapped her. Malik saw it happen and went after the boy. Check out this hallway video.”
Well, there was no doubt as to what happened, although the girl was mostly out of the picture. Desmond didn’t hit the kid, but grabbed him and launched him across a 12 foot wide hallway where, still airborne, he hit a concrete wall. The kid started to get up when Desmond told him, “You need to stay down unless you want some more.” The kid stayed down.
I don’t know why it crossed my mind, but I asked, “The girl’s name wasn’t Alicia, was it?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Never mind, how many days is he suspended for and is this going to affect him playing football?”
“Three days and I already talked to the coach. The coach said that he was never going to kick someone off the team for defending a girl, so don’t worry.” And, with that, I collected Desmond and we went home.
I called Candy to tell her what happened and that she would need to pick up Missy at school. I also let her know I was going to have a tough conversation with Missy that night and she was to stay out of it. Finally, I told her Desmond and I wanted her and Missy to stay permanently. She started crying on the phone and said, “Yes.”
After dinner that night, I told Desmond to take Candy upstairs for a while so Missy and I could have a chat.
“You know you got Desmond suspended from school today. What do you have to say for yourself?”
She got her attitude going and said, “I never told him to intervene.”
“Ah, so you wanted him to stand there and watch you get beat up.”
That shut her up. “What did you say to that kid to get him so mad at you?”
She looked at the floor and said, “I called him a bad name.”
“Why? What did he deserve to have you call him a name?”
“Nothing.”
“So, why did you do it?”
She started to tear up a little. “I don’t know. It just came out.”
I just shook my head. “Young lady. It’s time for you to figure out that you have to live in society and you can’t just say and do whatever you want. I know you’re upset about your Mom and Dad separating and someday you’ll understand why. But, for now, you have to act right. Everyone in this house is on your side and nearly no one outside the house is against you, except for what you do to upset them. Do you understand?”
“Yes”.
“Right now you’re going to get what you’ve needed for a long time. And, the same thing is going to happen every single time you can’t be good.”
With that, I stood up, pulled her to her feet and, with one hand, pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down to her ankles. I bent her over the kitchen table and began hand spanking her – hard. She kicked and fought in the beginning, but the only thing she accomplished was to kick her bottoms and panties off her feet.
Finally, after a few minutes, she stopped struggling and just sobbed as her ass got redder and redder. When I figured she had gotten the message, I stopped and turned her loose. Her hands went straight to her butt, trying to rub the burning and itching away, totally forgetting that she was nude from the waist down.
I called Candy and Desmond back down. They were amazed at what they saw. I told Candy to take Missy upstairs and talk to her. She whispered to me, “She’s never been spanked before.”
“Well, she’s going to get spanked often if she doesn’t straighten up.”
Before they left the kitchen, I said, “Missy. Desmond cares about you and will be good for you, if you just let it happen. Think about it.”
We all took showers and the girls headed upstairs to the bedroom while Desmond and I camped out on the couches in the living room. We could hear the girls talking upstairs, then they were quiet so we turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Later that evening, Candy woke me up to come to bed with her. But, this time, Missy was with her. Missy woke up Desmond and we all went upstairs, Candy and I in the master and Missy and Desmond in his room.
Candy and I got undressed quickly and I laid down. She immediately got between my legs and began giving my balls a slow, sensual tongue bath – and she was very good at it. She licked up and down my shaft until it was hard as a steel rod, then started sucking, slowly, using her tongue to massage the underside of my cock as her head went up and down. I’m about 10 inches long and two in diameter when hard, so she couldn’t get it all in her mouth, but she was making a great effort to do it.
It had been a LONG time since I had sex and it was everything I could do to not explode in her mouth in the first two minutes. And, since this was our first time, I didn’t really know what she was in to or might not like, so there was that.
When I couldn’t take it any more, I said, “You better stop unless you want a mouthful.” Her response was to suck even harder. I exploded in her mouth, sending rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, but still some leaked out around her lips and coated her face. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
We switched and I kissed her, then slowly moved down her body, stopping to suck and lick on her nipples, which were greatly extended. Then, down her stomach, licking her belly button, across her public bone, and to her furry snatch. I’m not into pussy hair because it blocks my tongues free access to her (and don’t like hair stuck in my teeth) so decided I would ask her about getting it removed when we were done.
She was panting and her hips started bucking when, suddenly, we heard a loud “ow” from the other bedroom. It was Missy and then there was some quiet crying. Candy started to get up, but I stopped her.
“This is something you can’t help her with Mom. She’ll be OK. I’ve seen how my boy treats women. He’ll be as gentle as possible, but this is something she has to do without you, and it sounds like she wants to.”
Candy said, “OK, but she’s not on birth control. Does Desmond have condoms in there.”
“I doubt it since Missy taking him to bed with her was a complete surprise.”
“What if she gets pregnant?”
I thought for a second. “What if she does? Would it be that terrible? The kids have decided to be together and a baby is not out of the realm of possibility.” I laughed, “Do you think you’re too young to be a grandmother?”
She laughed too, “Yeah, I guess so.”
“What about you? Are you on birth control?”
“No, shitball had a vasectomy so it wasn’t needed.”
“Well, then you might get pregnant too.” With that, I started moving back up her body until my uncut monster was lined up with her pussy. I rubbed the head along her slit, getting it wet with her juices. Then, I slid just the head into her body.
“Oh, shit. Slow down a little. Damn. It’s been such a long time and you’re so big.”
“Shssh. Relax. You’ll stretch. You better get used to it because you’re going to be getting this a lot.” And, with that, I pushed another couple of inches into her.
Candy was up on her elbows, watching my black cock disappear inside her white body. It was like she was mesmerized.
In and out, in and out, each time pushing another inch or two into her until our pubic bones touched. Then, I felt her legs go up and around my waist, her ankles hooked together in the back. She was tight, and it felt great. Back to concentrating on baseball to try to hold out as long as possible – LOL.
Candy’s eyes had rolled back in her head. She was panting hard, her hips bucking and her legs trying to pull me into her deeper. “Oh Malik. Damn, it hurts so good. I feel like a telephone pole is being pushed into me. I’m going to need it all the time. I hadn’t realized that sex could be like this.”
We really went a long time before I felt my balls start to tighten up, then sperm rushing through my cock, flooding Candy’s cervix with swimmers. I had forgotten how good it felt to be with a woman again.
Candy screamed and her legs tightened around my waist, making sure I couldn’t back out. My cock kept her pussy plugged as it softened. When my cock finally fell out of her, sperm ran all over the bed as it leaked from her.
I rolled off Candy, laid by her side, and pulled her against me. She began gently massaging my cock and I kneaded her ass. We fell asleep.
In the morning, we showered and went downstairs. Desmond and Missy were already there; she was sitting on his lap, snuggled against his shoulder, as they watched TV.
Candy went to her and asked, “How are you?”
Missy replied, “I’m good. Kinda sore, but good. It hurt at first, but was mind blowing later. We had sex four times last night.”
Candy laughed, “I’m a little sore too. It’s been a long time since I got a good breaking in.”
And so our lives together started, the four of us. We built the kids a house on a separate part of the land. Close enough where we could look out for one another and see each other, but not so close that each couple didn’t have privacy.
We took the girls to a depilatory where their pussy hair was removed permanently by laser. You want to talk about horny! Without hair to block it, every time they moved, like when they were walking, their clits got stimulated. It wasn’t unusual to find, and smell, their juices running down their legs. And, Desmond and I loved it.
I think I had to spank Missy four or five times before she and Desmond had sex. After that, I was kind of proud of Desmond when he came to me. “Now that Missy is mine to take care of, if she needs to be disciplined, I think I’m the one who should do it.”
I thought for a second and said, “You’re right. You do that. But, you have to remember that, sometimes, you have to be the ‘bad guy’ if your woman warrants it. It’s really for their own good.”
“Have you ever spanked Candy?”
“No, because she hasn’t done anything to cause her need it. But, we’ve talked about it and she knows it would happen.”
Two months later, Candy’s year was up and she finalized her divorce. That was good timing because, a month after that, her baby bump started to show. And, the same month, Missy started to complain about her boobs hurting as they started to swell, along with her stomach also.
If Candy was a sexual fireball before she was pregnant, she was an inferno afterwards. I rarely woke up in the morning not getting a blowjob. Her boobs really filled out when her milk dropped, making her even sexier than she had been. Through all of the changes in her boobs, she never wore a bra and it made her, well, just the most sensual female I had ever known.
Luckily, both girls due dates were in late June, so Missy had her daughter during summer vacation and didn’t miss any school. I talked Candy into quitting her job so she could stay home and take care of our son and Missy’s daughter.
Life is good.
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