A New Beginning Pt. 10

The next day started off with Elsie bathing the kids and sitting me down at the table. I poured up a glass of tea with ice out of the freezer box on the refrigerator. It was the damnedest thing I believe I ever saw. What's next, I wondered?

I thought it was about time to go get the dogs. JT had the cook keeping them for me until I got settled. The kids have been asking about them. Truth be told, I missed that gyp, too. I decided to fence in the yard. Can't have dogs running loose about town, and that gyp will bite the pure shit out of somebody.

Elsie poured her some coffee. Mama came down with the baby. That reminded me that I had a chore to do. Build that little corral out on the porch, or deck, or whatever the hell it's called.

Elsie poured her coffee and sat down.

"I need to get the kids signed up in school. So, you need to carry us down to the school house."

I nodded. That brought something else to mind. I need to get Elsie one of them Ford motor cars. I'll go over to the place that sells them after we get the young'uns in school.

She got up and scrambled a bunch of eggs, fried sausage, made grits, and baked a batch of cat head biscuits. The finished it off with cream gravy.

Damn, but that little gal could cook.

We all ate. I held the baby and played with him while her and mama did the dishes.

She changed clothes and loaded the kids up in the back of the truck. Off we went. We pulled into the school house lot and she took them in. A little while later, she was back.

"I need to go to the food store. Speaking of which, we got most of an acre. I want you to dig up a garden spot."

I nodded and headed for the store JT showed me. They sold groceries and hardware. Parking, we headed in. She picked out her groceries and I went to the back wall and got a shovel, spade, rake and hoe. Thinking, I remembered I needed a hammer and saw, too. We paid out. The man that run the place introduced himself, sticking out his hand,

"Henry Perkins."

I shook his hand.

"Jacob Flannery, my wife, Elsie."

"Pleasure to meet you both. Just to let you know, I can set you up a tab and we do deliver, in case you need it."

"Thank you, sir, but I reckon I always pay cash on the barrel head."

He just smiled and nodded,

"Well, welcome to Galveston. I look forward to seeing you again."

Then I headed to the Ford house. When we pulled in, Elsie just looked over at me.

"Why'd you stop here?"

"To get you one of them Model A Fords. You need a way to get around in case I ain't around."

She just stared at me slack jawed.

"Are you serious? A new motor car?"

"Yep, all your own."

We went in and was met by a man introducing himself as Jerry Fleming.

"What can I do for you folks today?"

"We want one of those Model A's yonder."

His smile got bigger and brighter. He looked at Elsie's swollen belly.

"I've got just the one for a growing family."

He led us over to the one of choice.

"This is a station wagon. Manila Brown. I tell you, it's got all the room in the world."

I looked at Elsie. She turned to the dealer,

"Can I sit in it?"

"Certainly!"

He went and opened the door for her. She got in and scooted around, settling in. She fiddled around with the levers and knobs, smiling all the while. She got out and came to me.

"I like that one."

I turned to him,

"We'll take it."

We went to his office and filled out the papers. I wrote a check for the $675, handed it to him. He got up, went out and pulled it out, held the door for her again, and we were off once more.

Elsie was following me when I saw a big truck like I've never seen before. It was parked at a store and some men were unloading stuff from the big box on the back where the bed was supposed to be.

I pulled in and went back to Elsie and told her to go on home. Then I walked over. I was eyeing that thing over when the driver came and spoke to me.

"She's something, ain't she?"

I nodded, "Yes sir, she truly is. What is it?"

"That is a 1930 Kenworth freight truck."

It was different than the trucks JT used to haul equipment. Looking at it gave me an idea. I thanked the driver and went home. I needed some pussy to clear my head and some time on deck with a glass of tea to think more on my idea.

I pulled in the driveway and went inside. Elsie was holding the baby. He was growing fast. Soon he'd be up and walking. Samuel. That was a good name. It had a biblical sound of sorts to it.

Mama came over with a glass of tea. I slid my hand under her dress along the inside of her thigh. I could feel the heat from her unclad pussy. Her breath caught in her throat.

I stood up and Elsie looked up at me, then at mama, with a knowing glint in her eyes. I thought I better give her the chance first. It'd been a while since we had sex. I looked at her with a questioning look she fully understood.

Lately, when we had sex, it was painful to her. So, she'd let mama take care of my needs. Not that my mama was arguing about it. Her pussy was always ready to take care of me anytime I felt the need.

Elsie just smiled and nodded,

"Honey," She said sincerely, "I never did thank you for buying me that new motor car. It sure is a nice one, ain't it?"

I just went to her, bent down, kissed her, then little Samuel, and went upstairs, tailing after my mama. My pecker already swelling up in anticipation of enjoying her tight wetness.

I stopped by the bathroom to take a leak. I stood there a moment thinking. That fancy new truck... what did he call it? K something. Right! Kenworth. Trucking, I'd come to realize, was important. Way more so than I could imagine, I realized. I'm gonna buy some of those and start a freight hauling business.

But first, there was as sweet a pussy as God ever created just waiting on me to enjoy yonder in the next room. Grinning like an idiot, I headed out to find it.

I walked in the room and mama was already naked. Laying on the bed, her legs spread, pussy glistening with moisture as she anticipated being mounted and bred.

Well, hell, no need to keep the lady waiting.

I took off my clothes and slid in. She quickly took me in hand and put me where I belonged, and I began the journey of making love to the woman that has always somehow found the time and strength to nurture me through all the trials that life can throw at a man.

I relished her body. The feeling of completeness that I felt when I was inside her. The knowledge that she loves and trusts me enough to give herself over to me unabated. No questions asked. My manhood flexing within the tight, wet confines of her matronly pussy yearning to simply stay there forever.

She was using this wonderful part of her body to give me intense pleasure, even as she sought fulfillment from the strength and power that I thrust into her.

She began to thrust her hips up, meeting my loins. Her flooding orgasm flowing out from within her. The wetness of her causing my cock to swell, preparing to fill her yielding womb with my sperm.

Sated, I kissed her gently. Her mature lips soft and yielding against mine. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a light slumber, basking in the aftermath of our connection.

I quietly dressed and went downstairs. Elsie had cooked me a meal of leftovers from last night. Fried porkchops, fried taters and onions, and biscuits. Topped with fresh cream gravy. I sat down and she fixed me a glass of sweet iced tea. I ate in silence.

Finishing, I pushed back from the table and focused on her.

"I think I'll start a freight hauling company. What do you think?"

She considered that briefly before answering.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. I mean, folks gotta have stuff. You could buy that seafood stuff, pack it on ice and haul it out everywhere, then bring stuff back that's needed around here."

I'd been knocking just that very idea around in my head. It was reassuring to hear it from her. Folks gotta eat and need gear and whatnot.

I took my tea and went out on the deck. Studying the corner by the chairs, I drew a mental image of the little play pen the women wanted for Samuel.

Then I gathered my new tools and went to work. It felt good working with my hands again. I just followed my experience and instincts, which allowed me the time to think while I worked.

A couple hours later, I was putting the final touches on the little gate. I'd also developed a solid beginning to my new venture.

I figured to start out with ten trucks. I wondered how much they cost. I hadn't a clue, but based on the price of a new Ford Model A being about $600, give or take, and adding in the changes I wanted to make to them, I figured I'd better guess on about $5,000 each. With a little wiggle room. I'd pay more if need be. I'd always been one to appreciate good quality equipment. Sorry equipment can break a man faster than spending more on good.

Back up to home, there was an old gunsmith that once told me,

"Son, always buy the good stuff. The quality is remembered long after the price is forgotten."

I reckoned that rang true in anything a man did. Do it well, do it right, do it fair. Folks will always remember a man for how he performs. You sure don't want a bad memory associated with you.

I went in and looked at the telephone contraption. Picking it up, I followed JT's instruction and was soon on the phone with the man at the bank.

"Mr. Willoby? I'm Jacob `."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Flannery. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Well, sir, I want to start a business."

I laid it out to him. He listened with the occasional Mmhmm, and whatnot. When I finished, he spoke up,

"Well, I say, Mr. Flannery, but that is quite the undertaking. But, yes, I'll get right on it. I know the folks at Kenworth well. I also have just the plot of land you need. It already has the office building on it. A hundred acres on the East end of the island. The bank owns it. I've been looking for a suitable buyer, and, to state the obvious, you'd be perfect for it. I'll send Mrs. Johnson to pick you up and take you for a showing. How's an hour from now sound?"

"I reckon so. I'll be ready." Then hung the contraption up.

Mrs. Johnson. I recalled her. A prim and proper buxom woman. With tits that would make a milk cow jealous. I recalled the way they felt when she rested them on my shoulder. Their weight, the heat of her body. Her subtle perfume mixed with her natural female scent. The sweetness of her breath. It all combined to cause me pecker to stir around. I wondered how she'd feel. Her matronly pussy wet and willing to give me the pleasure I sought from her. My mind wandered to her lips, red with fancy lipstick. Leaving smears of it along my shaft as she serviced me with her mouth. Her tongue working around the head of my cock.

Ok, enough of that. I had business to tend to.

I went back outside. Mama had made it past me without me noticing somehow. She and Elsie were sitting on the deck, Samuel in his new play pen.

I went and got my tea and came out and sat down, looking out over the ocean. A pair of young men were walking on the beach. They stopped and looked over at us. They spoke briefly to each other, then came over.

The taller one spoke,

"Howdy mister," then looking at the women, tipped his hat, "Ladies. We was wondering if you might have a job of work we might could do. I'm Larry, this is my brother, Jimmy. Wilkerson is our family."

I looked them over. Their clothes were old and worn, but clean and neatly stitched by someone with a skilled and caring hand. I guessed they were a couple or so years shy of my age.

Making a decision, "As a matter of fact I do. My wife wants a garden dug up. Although it's coming on to fall, so I don't rightly know why. But, if you want the job, it's yours."

"You bet! Sure thing, mister!"

I turned to Elsie.

"Go show them what and where you want it."

I followed them around and went to the older brother.

"Y'all live hereabouts?"

"Yes sir, ma, pa, and us three. We got a sister. She's 12. I'm 14, he's 13. We came to live here after pa lost his work. Ain't been able to find nothing. We live with ma's sister and her husband. He works on them big fishing boats. I guess lots of folks is bad off, but we can work at whatever we can find and help out."

"You go to school?"

"No sir. Ma sits us down of an evening and puts us to studying. Arithmetic, reading, writing, history and such. She ain't one to brook no nonsense nor foolishness, as pa puts it. Any slacking about will earn the strop across our hind end."

I nodded. Understanding where he was coming from. At least their stropping comes from love and necessary discipline and not mean hatred from papa, like I got.

"You finish up here today, then come back tomorrow with your ma and pa."

"Yes sir, I'll do that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I better get to work. Your Missus looks like she might know her way around a strop herself."

I chuckled at that. Indeed she does. More than once I've seen her take one to Tommy. Last time was when he put a big crawfish up and let it pinch on to Sophie's ear. She came running in the house squalling to beat hell.

I went inside and found the piece of paper JT had wrote down his phone number on and called it. There wasn't an answer. I figured I'd try again later.

I heard a knock on the front door and Mrs. Johnson was here to pick me up. I went to her car and she looked over at me after we were settled in,

"Well, Mr. Flannery, I was thinking that I might have heard from you before now."

"Mrs. Jonnson, I certainly meant no disrespect. I've just been kinda tied up as of late."

"I see, well, a man has to make time to enjoy some entertainment every once in a while, ya know. Not that a fine young man like yourself would have any trouble finding entertainment."

I looked over at her. Her lips were painted up red, as were her fingernails. Her hair done up neat and tidy. Dress fitting mighty fine. Her perfume was fresh. It still smelled strong.

Looking this mature woman over gave me the urge to give her a fucking like she ain't never had. She was all woman, this one was. I let my eyes stray to her tits. They were rising and falling as her breath quickened under my gaze.

She turned, started the car, and we pulled out. It was a short drive over. She parked in front of a concrete building that was set up on a rise. The white paint was faded and flaking.

I got out and hurried around to open her door and offered her my hand. She took it, not missing the chance to rub her tits on me as she stepped past. Turning toward her, I offered her my arm as I've seen men do. She slid hers into mine and we headed in.

She released my arm and fished in her purse for the key. Finding it, she unlocked the door and we went in. She surprised me by turning on a light mounted to the ceiling.

"The bank kept the electricity on."

I nodded, looking around. It was a big reception area. Behind it were doors and the opening to a hallway in the middle directly behind the reception desk. We headed to the doors. Opening each in turn revealed an office. Heading down the hallway, there were three more doors, one on each side and a final one at the end of the hallway.

The door on the left was a big bathroom. On the right, was a supply room. The final one was to a big office.

I stepped inside. There was a big window on the wall behind a huge oak desk. There were two leather bound chairs in front of the desk. A big couch and coffee table on one wall, filing cabinets and a bar on the other.

I stepped over to the desk. There was a phone on it. Not much else. I felt her step up beside me.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I like it. Let's get the deal done."

Turning to face her, I looked down to look into her blue eyes. Her red lips parted as she stared up into my face. I reached out and pulled her to me, crushing her heavy tits into my chest. I leaned down and kissed her. Tasting her breath as she exhaled passionately past my lips.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me back. Grinding her pubic mound onto my swelling cock. My mind trying to fathom the mindset of this woman. A woman of substance and no small amount of authority, yet here she is, surrendering totally to me, some one young enough to be her son, hell, her grandson for that matter. I doubt if any man besides her husband has ever been inside her.

She pulled away from me and undressed. I figured I may as well follow suit, so, I got to it. Finished, my hard pecker was purely hurting watching her. Her body was something else. Her large, heavy tits dropping. Swaying across her chest with her every move. Curves to make a good man think of turning bad. Her rounded belly just waiting for my pounding thrusts. Fat in places that truly counted. Her pussy nestled in amongst curly, soft fur. Light brown with the odd sprinkling of gray.

I stepped over to her and lifted her up easily and gently sat her on the desk then fell to my knees. Her legs spread revealing her dripping wetness. The sweet musky scent from her filling my nose causing my cock to lurch and throb.

I leaned forward and lapped my tongue up the full length of her pink split. When I reached her clit and pressed my tongue firmly against it's swollen fullness and started running my tongue in circles, she screamed and grasped my hair and came so hard it squirted out forcefully onto my face.

I went at her with a vengeance then. Sucking and nibbling on her. Thrusting my tongue inside her wildly throbbing cunt.

She cried out again as her body was wracked with orgasm after tortuous orgasm.

Finally, she weakly pushed me off of her.

"Please, no more. I can't take anymore. My god!"

I stood up and put the impossibly swollen head of my dripping cock against her tight opening and pushed inside her forcefully.

Feeling my length bottom out inside her, I slid my hands inside her quivering thighs and pushed her legs apart wide, opening her womanhood up and began to thrust into her.

I thrusted harder with every powerful push into her. The tight clasping walls of her matronly pussy yielding to the punishing fuck I was giving her. Knowing I was deeper inside her than any man before drove me wild with passionate abandon.

I was pounding into her, my heavy balls slapping against her with every punishing thrust.

I felt my cock began to tingle and swell, her whining grunts growing in intensity as my cock pounded into her cervix.

I looked into her face as my sperm shot out the length of my cock, filling her to overflowing. Tears streaked down her cheeks, smearing her make up. I let my cock pump every last bit of my sperm into her before letting it slide out of her clasping depths with a loud plop, streaming thick, trailing cum from inside her.

She sat there quivering and shaking, looking at me in a way I couldn't quite define. I stepped back to her and grasped her heavy, swaying tits in each hand. Then kissed her forcefully. My tongue sliding into her mouth. My lips crushing against hers.

She was whimpering into my mouth. Her breath still uncertain and ragged.

I pulled back, releasing her tits, letting them jiggle and fall into place. Then started dressing.

She sat there still watching me. Her lips working, trying to find words that wouldn't come. My sperm still leaking from her destroyed pussy, running down the crack of her ass to spill and pool on the floor.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"My god, what did you do to me?!" She exclaimed breathlessly.

"Well, m'am, I reckon I gave you what I figured you wanted from me. Unless I miss my guess here."

"Nobody has ever done those things to me before. Ever."

"I figure maybe they should have. You're quite a woman and deserve to be handled like such."

She just shook her head in wonder and got shakily to her feet and retrieved her dress and underwear. She used her panties to wipe herself clean, balled them up, and sat them on the desk as she slipped her dress back on.