First Year After Ch. 03

"Mmmmm, I love you Tina," Patti said, when they finished.

I tried to top that, and hoped for at best a tie. When I finished as well, we walked her to her car and I said, "Just look at your ring, if you start doubting. That's real, and that's us, always. I love you, wife. Drive safe."

I watched her tail-lights turn the corner, and she was on her way.

Mom and I turned back to the house, and just hugged for a couple of minutes, before we started doing our normal Sunday things. Patti called us to tell us she arrived in the afternoon, and we reiterated our love for her. When Mom and I went to bed that night, we made love like we had before Patti had come home, but her absence filled the bed, made us imagine her with us. We were simply best when all three of us were together. But with just two of us, we were putting extra effort into overcoming that, and wound up with some spectacular orgasms. Even with her gone, she was somehow making our lovemaking better. Not that I planned to tell Patti that, since she would be doing without for two more months.

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April 10, 2013

Mom's birthday fell mid-week this year, so we only went out for dinner, and then had tickets to a local production of 'The Odd Couple' for the following weekend. The pendant I'd gotten her for the engagement had to be considered her public birthday gift, but as a private one, I got her a nice negligee, with Patti's shopping help once again.

We were about half-way through the remaining part of the school year, and were talking with Patti by phone or Skype pretty much every night, and even managed to make some of those mutual masturbation sessions. And on Mom's birthday, Patti was there via Skype as Mom blew out her birthday cake candles after our dinner out.

As hard as it was, particularly for Patti, to be away from us, when she knew Mom and I were still making love regularly without her, she and I also realized that Mom would have to endure a full school year of absences from us when Patti and I both returned to campus in the fall for our Senior Year. It would really be her first time alone since Dad died. Once we graduated, we could be together for the rest of our lives, but it would be a hard period to get through. We intended to fill her up with our love over the summer. We just had to get there, first.

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April 20, 2013

Four months since Dad died, and so much has changed, yet it still doesn't feel real that he's gone, like he'll walk through the front door at any moment. And I wanted him to, even if it meant I'd lose everything that I'd gained since then. Yeah, that was the survivor's guilt talking again, but I couldn't help it. I missed him. And I knew Mom did, too.

I paid Mom lots of attention throughout the day, and let her cry on my shoulder when she needed to. I didn't put any pressure on her for sex, because I knew her mind was going to be on Dad, but she wound up asking me for it, when we got to bed, and we started out slow, then wound up fast and hard, and came together, then stayed entangled the whole night.

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May 1, 2013

After several discussions about it, Patti and I decided we didn't want to wait until June for our wedding ceremony, and instead decided to hold a small wedding during 2014's Spring Break, when our college-age friends and relatives could be back from school to attend. Mom and Carrie checked with the Hyatt, and confirmed a Friday-night ceremony and reception could be handled in one of their ballrooms, and there were plenty of rooms available for our guests. I asked Duke to be my best man, and Kenny a groomsman. Patti asked my Mom to be Matron of Honor, and she squealed when she said, "Yes!" Patti was undecided whether to ask her 12-year-old sister Jody to be her bridesmaid, or her flower girl, so put the decision off. Most of her high school friendships had dwindled when she went to college, and her college girlfriends didn't live close to Dallas, so she wasn't sure who else to ask.

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May 8, 2013

A For Sale sign went up on one of the neighboring houses, and we saw some Open House traffic, already. Time to think about those privacy screens. As weather got warmer, we were making love in the hot tub less because it got us too hot, but liked skinny dipping together quite a bit. Even in suits, our playfulness would raise questions.

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May 17, 2013

Patti and I both had our last finals on Thursday, but hers was too late for her to drive home, so she set out early on Friday, and rolled into Dallas around 3 PM, and only stopped briefly at our house for kisses, before continuing to her parents' house, where they were planning to take her out for dinner. It was so great having her in my arms again after two months, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Kenny and Duke had both gotten summer internships that were closer to their colleges on the east coast, and were starting theirs on the 20th, so weren't coming home to Dallas until the end of July, giving them the rest of August off. Patti and I started at ABC on June 3rd, so would have a little time off before and after. I hadn't seen the guys since January, and actually started Skyping with them just to stay in touch. They both congratulated me again on the engagement, and wanted to make some plans for August when they were back.

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May 18, 2013

Mom had to work on Saturday, one of the weekend shifts she was occasionally required to work, so was gone before Patti could come by that morning. After a frantic 69 in bed, we spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in the pool, then prepared Chicken Cacciatore for dinner.

When Mom got home, she ran to Patti's arms, and gave her a hard long kiss.

I could tell they were both anxious to go to bed, but it was my turn to say, "Hey, we eat first. Fuel, remember?"

Patti had done an excellent job on the Chicken, and Mom complimented her on it, earning a blush. Patti rarely blushes, she just doesn't, so I knew she really appreciated Mom's words.

We cleaned up the kitchen, and, trying not to run, went upstairs to the bedroom. Mom and I both focussed on Patti, undressing her together, kissing and sucking her breasts together. If we both could have gotten our tongues in her pussy at the same time, we would have, but we settled for three of my fingers driving into her pussy and massaging her g-spot, while Mom licked her clit. "Oh, fuck, fuck, oh Mom, Drew, I'm cumming!" she cried, as we brought her to her first orgasm.

And then Mom and I finally got undressed. Mom said, "Calling me Mom, hunh?" as she climbed back onto the bed.

Patti raised her head shakily, and said, "You said I could, after Drew and I got married, and Drew considers us married already, so... Does it bother you?"

"No, honey, it doesn't," Mom answered. "It's actually a bit of a turn-on, imagining that I'm making love to my real daughter, while my son makes love to us both. Does that make sense?"

"Sense?" Patti asked. "Since when do love or lust play by those kinds of rules? If it makes you hotter, it's okay with me if you think of me as your daughter, instead of just your daughter-in-law. Okay, Mom?"

Round Two had Patti riding me in cowgirl position, while Mom rode my face and made out with Patti over me, her hand rubbing Patti's clit. I did my best to give each of them equal attention, thrusting both my cock and tongue with equal fervor, but I think the sensations Patti was giving my cock were driving me so crazy I wasn't giving Mom my best. She didn't seem to mind, though, cumming on my face twice, while Patti came three times, before I shot my seed up into her.

After a brief rest, the women swapped positions, and I lost count of how many orgasms they each had, before I came again.

We were all wiped out by then, and fell quickly asleep, a tangle of arms and legs.

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May 24, 2013

My Dad's side of the family met us at our house around 4 o'clock on the Friday before Memorial Day, and three cars caravanned the four hour drive to Galveston Island. All of the beach houses we were staying at were handled by the same rental office, so we first stopped there to pick up keys from the secure dropbox where our instructions said they'd be waiting, then drove to our individual units. Our two bedrooms weren't huge, but at least the one facing the porch on the beach side had a queen bed in it. We then walked over to Grandma's unit, to meet up with everyone and we all walked to a nearby restaurant, to have dinner. They were busy, but another large party had just left, so they got the 11 of us seated quickly.

"Drew, why don't you come over to visit more often?" Grandma Marion asked, after we'd ordered. "I hardly see you since your Dad passed." I'd managed maybe two visits since the memorial service, neither of them very long.

I blushed, and said, "Sorry, Grandma. Things have just been really busy, with school work, and helping Mom with everything after Dad died, and then making my plans to ask Patti to marry me..." I couldn't say that I avoided her a little bit because she turned every visit into Twenty Questions. She'd just asked number 1, but I knew more were coming.

"Oh, that's right!" she exclaimed. "Let me see that ring, dear," she asked Patti, more as a command than a question.

Patti extended her hand, saying, "The wedding ring adds two more bands, one of white gold and the other yellow, to go on opposite sides of this. The jeweler Drew picked specializes in tri-color jewelry. Drew's wedding band has three colors of gold, too." Patti then got up and walked around the table, to show off the ring to my Aunt Mimi, her daughters Angie and Carrie and Antonia, my uncle Dave's long-time girlfriend.

Grandma pointed at Mom's pendant, asking "Those hearts are three different golds, too, aren't they?"

Mom answered, "Drew got this for my birthday, on the same day he was shopping for the rings. Same jeweler, the same golds. Their thing, apparently. They say the colors symbolize mind, heart and soul."

"It's lovely, dear," Grandma said, nodding. "So, Drew, how does a college boy afford such exquisite jewelry?"

"I used some of the money I got from Dad's life insurance," I admitted. "I think he would approve."

"Yes, he would, dear," she responded, a bit icily. "He would." Her tone didn't match her words, though. There was something she didn't like, but she would never come right out and say it. At least not right away. She'd become famous for the lengths she'd hold a resentment, then spring it on someone who'd totally forgotten the conversation that spawned it, even a decade later. Luckily, our food started arriving, putting an end to Question Time for a while.

After dinner, we slowly walked back to our beach houses. Mom pointed out to Grandma where ours was, and we parted ways. The plan was to play on the beach on Saturday, have the guys join a fishing charter on the Gulf on Sunday while the women shopped, and then scatter Dad's ashes just after midnight Sunday, as Memorial Day coincided with Mom and Dad's anniversary, then depart after checkout on Monday.

Back at our cottage, we finished unpacking the car and finally settled down on the couch, with me in the middle..

I asked, "Was I the only one who heard 'I'm not okay' from Grandma's tone when I said Dad would approve of spending the insurance money? What problem could she have with it?"

Mom patted my hand, and said, "I heard it, too, but I have no idea why she'd be bothered. I stopped trying to figure out how to keep that woman happy a long time ago. She collects resentments like your Dad collected books. It's like she's not happy unless she can be unhappy at someone else. I wouldn't read too much into it, honey. After all, it's your money now, and your decision what to do with it."

"Don't you mean it's our money, now that we've married each other?" I countered.

Patti chuckled, "Nice diplomatic response, honey. But whether it's your money, or our money, it's definitely not Grandma Marion's. She has no say on how you spend it."

"Except she thinks she's entitled to an opinion on anything someone does," Mom said. "She'll do and think what she wants, regardless of what we say here tonight, so I'd rather not keep talking about her, okay? Who wants to walk on the beach for a while?"

We got out our flip-flops, and took a stroll out on the beach. There were a few fires burning in firepits in front of other cottages, with people sitting around them drinking. We walked down to the waterline, and got our feet wet, and splashed each other. I thought back to California, where Mom and I never even made it down to a beach during our short two-night stay, so busy making love that we only left our inn for a quick trip into Mendocino so housekeeping could refresh our room. Quietly, I talked with Patti and Tina about that. Mom said, "We'll definitely have to revisit California some day, but I don't think that dinky double bed they have in there will fit all three of us. Maybe if they ever upgrade it to at least a queen."

We ran into Antonia coming towards the water as we headed back. "Just you out here tonight, Antonia?" Mom asked.

"My Dave's already asleep, though, and so are his parents. But I can't be this close to a beach and want to be inside all the time. I just love the ocean," she said. "Sitting and watching the waves at night purifies my soul somehow, reminds me of how grand the planet is, how far those waves travelled to get here, and then I look up at the stars and realize how small even Earth is in the grand scheme of things. Really puts my life and problems into perspective, y'know? Anyways, Tina, I haven't had a chance to thank you for inviting me along for this trip. I know sometimes Marion doesn't consider me family just because Dave won't marry me after what Pam did to him in their divorce."

Mom grasped her hand, and said, "You're here because Tom considered you family, Antonia, and Drew and I still do, not because Marion does or doesn't. I'd call you Aunt Antonia to Marion's face, if it didn't just sound so damn weird. You are my sister-in-law, just without the law. I still love you the same, with or without a ring on your finger."

In that instant, I realized that's just what Mom and I were doing, too - loving without a ring, although for quite different reasons. Uncle Dave's was fear of another divorce, mine was the polar opposite. Mom and I had not just the desire but the -courage- to love someone society says we aren't supposed to love. And just like that, my feelings of guilt about taking my Dad's place in Mom's life disappeared, although it took me time to realize it. Looking back, I'd realize this was the conversation that did it.

Antonia laughed. "I'd ask you to call me Aunt Toni, anyway, but Dave refuses to call me Toni because of his brother being Tony. Gods help him if he actually thought of his brother in any way while boffing me," she said, shaking her head.

"Well, enjoy your star and seagazing, and we'll see you in the morning... Toni.", Mom said, and Patti and I echoed her, making sure to call her Aunt Toni. Whether or not Grandma Marion or Uncle Dave approved, I intended to call her that from now on. She was my aunt, because I wanted her to be.

Mom, Patti and I went back to our unit, and started out with the intent of just cuddling in bed, but soon were in a triangle, Mom sucking my cock, me licking Patti, and Patti licking Mom. We each reached an orgasm, turned out the light, and went to sleep.

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May 25, 2013

Grandma Marion insisted on making brunch at 9:30 for everyone at her unit, even though there wasn't nearly enough room at the dining table, only six chairs for 11 people. But since she couldn't get all the eggs prepared at once, the food came off the stove in batches, so by the time the third batch came off, the people who received the first batch were done eating, and could vacate their seats at the table. Ditto for the second and fourth batches, which finally allowed Grandma to sit and eat. Those who weren't eating sat on the couch or on the porch chairs, some on laps, until everyone was done.

It wasn't our greatest family meal, but it sufficed. The hurried nature of needing to eat so you could make room for someone else also didn't leave a lot of room for conversation, for which I was a little glad. Grandma would have to continue her twenty questions another time.

I did greet Antonia as Aunt Toni, which turned a few heads, and got a smile from her. I don't know if Grandma noticed, as busy as she was in the kitchen. It seemed to spur a conversation between her and Uncle Dave, though, during which he did a lot of nodding. Maybe I'd made him see the light.

The rest of the morning and afternoon were typical beach play. Lots of sunscreen, frisbee, football, occasional swimming, and laying out to tan. Patti and I actually had a lot of fun playing frisbee with my cousins Angie and Carrie, 14 and 16, respectively. It was probably as much time as I'd spent with them, ever, because of our age difference. When you're 10, you just don't play with your 5 and 3-year old cousins. They were finally old enough to have an intelligent conversation with. And they absolutely loved Patti, and couldn't stop talking about the wedding and what kind of dress she'd have, and so on.

I could feel Grandma keeping an eye on everyone, as she always does, so kept a normal distance from my Mom most of the day. She and Grandma wound up sunbathing together most of the day, anyway, so it kept me away from Grandma, too.

Dinner was burgers and hotdogs cooked on a charcoal grill that Uncle Tony had brought along, along with pasta salad that they'd brought as well, finished off by cantaloupe slices.

Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Mimi and Angie went inside to play cards just before sunset, while the rest of us lit a fire in a firepit that was in front of Tony's unit. Firewood had been provided on the porch by the rental company, which Mom already knew about, as it cost extra. Mom had even brought marshmallows, so we sat around roasting marshmallows, and drinking beer. Carrie tried to beg her Dad for a sip, but he said no twice before the stopped asking. I remembered trying the same with my Dad when I was her age, and got the same answer. It wasn't taking much to bring memories of my dad to mind, but it brought a smile, not a frown.

Uncle Tony asked, "So, when's the wedding?"

I answered, "Next March, at Spring Break. We didn't want to wait until Graduation, but still wanted to give our Moms time to plan it, since we'll be busy with school still. It's going to be on the Friday at the end of break, at a Hyatt. We're keeping it pretty small, maybe 50 people total?"

I looked over to Patti, who added, "A lot of our college friends aren't from the Dallas area, so it depends on how many of them want to come, instead of partying somewhere else for the week."

"And the bridal party? Small, too?" asked Aunt Toni.

"My friends Duke and Kenny as best man and groomsman. You might have met them at the memorial," I answered. Toni nodded.

Patti added, "I've asked Tina to be my matron of honor, and I'm still deciding on a bridesmaid. Maybe my sister Jody, or maybe my college roommate, if she's coming, in which case Jody will be flower girl. She's 12, so she could go either way."

Toni raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Mother of the groom as matron of honor? That's a bit... unusual."

Patti shrugged and said, "Maybe. A lot of girls end high school with one or two BFFs that they can ask to be their maid of honor. I had two friends like that, but they both got married right after high school because they were already pregnant, and have already had their second kids, and one is pregnant with her third. We just drifted so far apart, we don't hardly talk any more. None of the girls at college are as close to me as Tina is, even as my boyfriend's mom, so she's who I want standing by me."