As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.
The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
This story is my tribute to the author
RGB650
. The specific story is
A New Life
. The story was originally published on Literotica in 2004. Although his stories have popped up on various sites over the years, it was only the same two stories over and over. If
RGB650
is still active, I hope he likes what I have done with his story.
This is Chapter 3 and I would suggest reading Chapters 1 and 2 first to fully understand what has already happened. I forgot to label the original story as being Chapter 1 so many may have thought it a standalone story.
Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.
Momma's grip on my dick loosened. She fell forward onto my chest, gasping for breaths of air. My own gasping matched hers. Finally we were able to talk.
"My god, Baby, that was wonderful!" exclaimed my mother.
"I know, Momma, it was even better than last night," I said as my dick shriveled and slid out of her.
"So much better," my mother cooed.
We lay together for some time in a tight embrace, sharing passionate kisses from time to time. We were taking full advantage of the post sexual lassitude when the kitchen phone began ringing.
"That's probably the hospital," said Momma as she climbed off my now softened dick.
"Don't move, son, I'll be right back."
I watched my mother's naked ass leave my bedroom.
It was the hospital calling. Poppa had woken up. Momma and I dressed quickly, picked up Sissy at her friend Maggie's house and drove to the hospital. We were so happy that my father had woken up. If he had not, he would have been transferred to the big hospital in the next town.
Poppa was sitting up in bed when we entered his room. He still had a multitude of needles and electronic leads connected to his body. He was extremely pale but managed to smile at us.
The doctor had been at the nursing desk when we walked down the hallway to the room. He followed us in to give us a status report.
"As you all know, the Minister received a hearty blow to the back of the head which caused him to lose consciousness. We sutured the gash on his head and ran every test possible at this location. Since all the tests showed him to be healthy and he has regained consciousness, we are left only with the concussion to deal with. I'm going to keep him here overnight just so we can keep an eye on him. Barring any new developments, he will be able to go home tomorrow."
All of us thanked and thanked him before allowing the doctor to leave our family group. We then made a fuss over my father asking him stupid questions like how he felt.
Some minutes later, Poppa asked Sissy and me to leave him alone with Momma for a few minutes. Of course, we stepped away, deciding to go get some drinks from the vending machines. I stood outside the door once we returned while Sissy sat in a chair outside the next room.
I was able to overhear the conversation in the room. Momma started by assuring herself that he was actually feeling well. Poppa confessed that his memory of the night of the home invasion was spotty. He could remember everything up until just before he was hit in the head with the gun butt.
He said he was seeing some very strange flashback scenes in his head. They were confusing him.
"What kinds of things are you seeing?" asked Momma.
"It's very embarrassing," said Poppa.
"No need to be embarrassed, dear, tell me what you see in these flashbacks," said Momma.
Poppa's face must have blushed quite red as Momma made soothing sounds.
"Well...um...it's...I see you and Ricky standing beside each other and you are both naked," stammered Poppa.
"Oh, dear, how awful for you," Momma said to him.
"It gets worse," said Poppa.
"Go on, dear," said my mother.
"I see Sissy naked too," he almost blubbered.
"It's okay, dear, you have no control of these delusions. It must be the concussion scrambling your brain. You should try to rest now," said Momma in that soothing voice of hers again.
It was some time later that Momma came out of the room with tears streaking her face. In reaction to that, I jumped to my feet to embrace her. After a few minutes, Momma said my father was sleeping and we should go home.
Dinner that night was simple, canned soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Sissy volunteered to clean up the kitchen when Momma said she would like to relax in the tub with a glass of wine and off she went.
Having the livingroom to myself for a change, I bypassed Poppa's simple parental lock, choosing an action movie with a lot of swearing. I sprawled out on the couch and ottoman, almost dozing off myself.