Next Man Up

^^^

For the next couple of days, Cliff spent a lot of time with Scarlett. He made the arrangements for the funeral. The service was as good as these things can be. It was well-attended.

Scarlett threw herself into her work. At times, she and Cliff were adrift. They cried, overcome with grief.

^^^

A week later, Scarlett called Cliff and said, "I want to see you tonight."

"Sure. We can have dinner. What to come to my house?"

"I will bring Chinese takeout, and I will be there at seven."

She arrived on time. They didn't talk much. They sat at his kitchen table and ate the food she had brought.

When they were done eating she said, "I have come to collect on your son's promise."

Cliff gave her a confused look. She didn't react, so Cliff asked, "What do you mean?"

"I am ovulating. You need to lie with me and get me pregnant."

"Wait. You can't be serious!" Cliff said. He looked shocked.

She gave him a piercing look and said, "'I do not kid. I speak honestly."

"You're grieving. I'm also sad that Marcus is gone, but we can't have sex. I'm your father-in-law!"

"We can," Scarlett said. "I am holding you responsible for your son's promise. You are the only one who can give me a baby with his genes. Your wife has passed, so you are not breaking any vows. We are not blood relatives, so there is no reason to be concerned about the health and viability of the baby."

Cliff stared at her in disbelief.

She stood, took his hand, and said, "Come with me to your bed. This is not a tawdry activity. It is not about pleasure. We will not kiss. We will have intercourse, and you will give me a son."

She tugged. He stood and followed her to the bedroom. She quickly undressed and got into bed.

Cliff excused himself and went into the bathroom. He undressed, looked into the mirror, and said, "This is crazy."

He stared into the glass and said, "Maybe this isn't so crazy. Marcus talked about having children with Scarlett. She is all alone, and having a son would be a comfort. I'm her best option if she wants a boy who looks like her husband.

"It's not like I'm taking advantage of her. She is a grown woman, and this is her idea."

He washed his face, brushed his teeth and hair, and used mouthwash. He stepped into the bedroom naked. He was nervous. It showed in his eyes and his limp dick.

He paused and looked at her. He said to himself, "She is so young and so beautiful. Look at her face. I don't see a trace of doubt in her eyes. Okay. I'll do what she wants."

He came to her side of the bed. She didn't speak or hesitate. She grabbed his dick and blew him until he was as hard as a rock. She spun about and presented her sex to him.

Cliff slid his cock into his daughter-in-law. He groaned and thought, "God! It's been so long since I've been with a woman. After Cindy died, no other woman appealed to me."

He thrust into Scarlett and didn't last long.

"Ohhh!" he cried out. He grabbed her hips, forcefully drove his dick deep inside her, and deposited his sperm. He gasped and sat on the bed.

Scarlett said, "See you tomorrow." She left the room.

^^^

The next evening they met again.

Scarlett explained, "I read online that I should have sex the day before, the day I am ovulating, and the day after to maximize my chances of getting pregnant. We will have sex tonight and tomorrow night.

"If I don't get pregnant, we will repeat the process next month and the month after that, if necessary."

"If that's what you want," Cliff said.

"It is."

Cliff got an erection thinking about fucking the attractive young woman. He thought, "Is it wrong that I'm excited about having sex with Scarlett? I agreed to this for her sake, but it is not without benefits for me."

She excused herself to use the bathroom. Cliff went to the bedroom, undressed, and got into bed. He pushed the pillows against the headboard and leaned against them, sitting up in the bed.

She entered, took off her robe, and exposed her youthful body. She got into bed, grabbed his penis, and said, "You're hard."

"Yes. Sorry about yesterday. I was nervous."

She let go of his penis, got on her hands and knees, and swung her hips around so he could take her doggie-style.

"Wait," he said. "I know we agreed there would be no kissing. Can I suck on your breasts? Please climb on top of me, ride me, and let me enjoy your boobs."

He stared into her eyes and thought, "What possessed you to say that to her? You sound like a dirty old man. Fuck! You've ruined this."

"You want to suck my nipples?"

He nodded and said, "Yes. I'd like it very much."

"Okay. Let me wet your dick so penetration will be easier."

She sucked his cock, straddled the sandy-haired man, and impaled herself on his manhood.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Oh!" he gasped.

She leaned forward and placed her hands on the headboard. Her breasts were near his face.

Cliff kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples.

Scarlett closed her eyes, moaned occasionally, and rode him.

"Ohh! Gawd!" Cliff grunted as he came inside his daughter-in-law. She sat on his dick until he had expelled all his semen.

^^^

The next night, Cliff grilled chicken and vegetables for their dinner. He and Scarlett ate in silence. She left the table, and he cleaned up.

He opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.

"I am not ready," the naked young brunette protested. She was on the bed masturbating.

Cliff came to her. She looked at him. He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of her crotch.

"I am not wet enough for intercourse," she stated.

"There is another way to prepare you," he said as he undressed.

He lowered his head to her sex and licked it.

"No."

He stopped, looked at her face, and said, "I am an old man. May I know the pleasure of tasting you? It will achieve your goal and prepare us for what comes next."

She considered his words and nodded.

Cliff breathed deeply, inhaled her scent, and brought his mouth to her pussy.

"Oh," she moaned softly.

He feasted on her sex, enjoying the aroma, savoring her tart flavor, and loving the small sounds she made as his tongue caressed her clit. He stayed there longer than necessary to prepare her for penetrative sex.

He brought her to the brink of an orgasm, stopped, and quickly climbed on top of her. He thrust his organ inside her.

"Ohh!" they cried out.

She clutched him. She hooked her legs around his ass and pulled him to her as they rutted.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned.

"Ohhhh!" she hollered as she came.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed and filled her pussy with his sperm. He collapsed on top of her.

They gasped for air. He kissed her neck.

"No kissing," she reminded.

She scrambled out from under him and left the room.

^^^

Scarlett called three days later.

"Cliff, I am not pregnant. We need to have more sex."

"Okay. When?"

"In twenty-five days."

"Okay."

^^^

She came over to Cliff's house during her fertile period for their next series of intercourse. Over dinner, she told him her rules.

"I understand," he said. "Use a firm touch. No teasing, no feathery caresses, or kisses on the mouth, and it's okay to be blunt and just come out and tell you what I want. I can say 'I want oral sex' or 'I want to give you oral sex'. "

"Sweet Jesus," Cliff said to himself. "This is a dream come true. I'm going to have sex with a hot, young thing, and it's okay to say, 'Suck my dick'."

They had sex for three nights. This time it was better as far as Cliff was concerned. They didn't kiss, but she allowed him to prepare her for sex. He was allowed to suck on her tits, touch her body anywhere, and eat her pussy.

He fulfilled his duty and came inside her. She orgasmed as well.

The second set of sex did the trick. Scarlett got pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to Gwen.

When Cliff saw mother and child in the hospital, Scarlett said, "Little Gwen is adorable, but this is not how it is supposed to be."

"I know," Cliff answered.

^^^

Cliff was there when Scarlett and the baby can home from the hospital. He stayed in the guest bedroom, played the dutiful grandfather, and helped out as much as he could.

"You are very good with Gwen," Scarlett said one morning. "I do not know what I would do without you."

"Raising a baby is hard," he said. "I'm glad to help out. Maybe I should move in?"

"Are you okay with causal nudity?" she asked.

Cliff's brow furled. He cocked his head and gave his daughter-in-law a questioning look. This didn't register with Scarlett, but she knew from having the same discussion with Marcus that more information was required.

She continued, "You know I am autistic. My brain is not wired like yours. I perceive things and react differently than you. It is a struggle for me to live in your world.

"I have to work very hard to get by. It puts a lot of stress on me. I get anxious and frustrated, and I need some downtime to rest and recover.

"Have heard of the term 'finding your zen'?"

"My wife meditated," Cliff said. "She described it as a process to find peace. To shut out the noise, centered herself, and find contentment."

"Yes. Exactly. Some people chant, some focus on their breathing, and others visualize images, like sunrises, sunsets, or being alone on a beach...images that have calming effect.

"I find that being naked helps me get to my peaceful place. I relax, heal, and regain my strength...my power.

"I would like you to live with Gwen and me. As I said, you are a tremendous help to me. Would it distress you if you saw me naked?"

"No, but what does being unclothed have to do with your healing process?"

"The short answer is because I find it works best that way. I will also give you the long answer. We have not discussed my condition. This will give you some insight into me"

"I would appreciate that," Cliff said. "I want to understand you."

"People have five senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell and taste. Our bodies are constantly sending our brain information from our sensing organs. It is our brain's job to monitor all this data and decide if a response is necessary and how to react.

"For neurotypical people like you, this process happens out of your consciousness...behind the scene, so to speak. This allows you to focus on your job, conversations, or whatever you want. If your brain decides that some data requires a response, it breaks through, and you react.

"For example, it might signal you are cold, and you put on a sweater. It might say, 'Hey, you are not safe! Get out of here!' or 'Look out for that car!' and you react accordingly. Or you smell coffee, and you say, 'I want some'."

Cliff nodded.

"Autistic people have the same senses, generate information, and send it to our brains, but we process some or all of it differently. Things that you can ignore, I cannot. This can lead to sensory overload, which is stressful and makes me anxious.

"I do not wear makeup because the texture and smell bother me. I do not suntan because I cannot stand the heat, the bright sunlight, and goopy, greasy suntan lotion on my skin. Tags, seams, and the feel of clothing fabric can be an issue.

"Being naked is great. I am free. There are no complaints about scratchy clothes or clothes that are too tight or too loose. I am at peace. I rest and recover.

"I understand. Thank you for the insight," Cliff said."

^^^

Cliff moved in. He occasional stumbled upon Scarlett as she was meditating. She was unclothed, her eyes were closed, and she appeared to be focusing inward.

He looked at her bits. He might have a flashback to the times they had sex. He didn't disturb her. He was quiet, respectful, and left her alone.

There were other times when she was naked for the joy and sense of freedom of being nude. She might be reading, watching television, or cleaning the house. Those times, he'd engage her in conversation and alow himself to enjoy the way her boobs bounced or the curve of her hip.

He joined her in causal nudity. Some times it led to sex.

^^^Four weeks after birthing Gwen^^^

One night, Cliff fed and put the baby to bed. He was in the hall headed to his bedroom, and a thought popped into his head. He decided to tell Scarlett. Her bedroom door was slightly open. He pushed on it and stuck his head inside.

He saw his daughter-in-law naked on the bed with a bullet vibrator between her legs. She looked up, saw him, screamed, and said, "You should knock!"

"Sorry. You're right. I apologize." He turned his head away as he backed out of the room. He paused and asked, "Should you be doing that so soon after giving birth?"

Scarlett shut off the vibrator, pulled the bedspread over her naked body, and said, "The doctor said not to use Tampons or have penetrative sex for six weeks. This device stimulates my clitoris. It does not go inside me."

"Oh. I see. Goodnight. Sorry."

Cliff closed the door and said, "That was embarrassing."

He heard a buzzing sound, chuckled, and said, "I guess my interruption didn't kill the mood." He got an erection and stayed a while, listening to the sound of the vibrator and Scarlett's moans and groans.

He got his dick out and stroked it as he eavesdropped on his daughter-in-law. He heard her orgasm. He rushed into the hall bathroom, soaped up his cock, and beat off into the sink, visualizing Scarlett's naked body.

^^^

At breakfast, the following morning Cliff said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you last night. You have every right to your privacy."

She nodded. She didn't look upset with him. She said, "Some people look at orgasms as purely for pleasure. They actually provide many health benefits. They relieve stress, elevate your mood, and release beneficial hormones such as oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine.

"One nationally known doctor and author recommends women have a minimum of three orgasms a week."

"Really?"

"Yes. I do not always meet that goal," Scarlett said. "How often do you masturbate?"

Cliff felt his face warm and knew he was blushing. He stammered, "Ah...Ah...Ah."

"You should not be embarrassed," Scarlett said. "Sex is good for men too. It relieves stress, decreases your chance of prostate cancer, and doctors think it reduces the risk of cardiovascular disease."

"What the hell do I have to lose?" Cliff thought.

He said, "I don't masturbate often. I'm embarrassed to jack off. That's something high school boys do. Maybe we could help each other. I'd feel less shame if I had sex with you."

He added quickly before he lost his nerve, "It would keep my equipment in good working order. You still want a son that looks like Marcus, don't you?"

"Yes. I do. We can masturbate together tonight."

"Great!"

^^^

That evening, after feeding and putting Gwen to bed, Cliff and Scarlett retired to her bedroom. They stripped and got into bed.

She tossed him a hand towel and said, "Use this to catch your semen. Do not cum on me. Your sperm inside me is okay. Cum on my skin is not."

He nodded.

They masturbated.

"Ohh!" she hollered when her bullet vibrator took her over the edge.

"Ohhhh!" Cliff groaned.

He stroked his dick as he stared at her breasts and pussy, and he came in the towel.

^^^

Two nights later, after Gwen was in bed, Cliff asked, "Scarlett, do you want to go to your bedroom and orgasm?"

"Yes."

They went to her room, undressed, and got on the bed.

"I know it's too soon to have penetrative sex," Cliff said. "Can we have oral sex?"

"Oral sex is not prohibited by my doctor."

"I'd like to eat you, and I love your blowjobs. What do you say?"

"I enjoy oral sex."

"Shall we sixty-nine?"

"No. I prefer to take turns. I do not multitask well. When I suck your cock I want to focus on pleasing you and what I am doing. Likewise when I am receiving oral sex, I want to focus on what you are doing, the sensations I feel, and my orgasm.

"That makes sense," Cliff said. "Can I go first? I'm dying to taste you!"

"Yes."

She lay down and spread her legs. He knelt between her legs and dove head first into her furry patch.

"Ahh!" they sighed.

He ate her pussy like a starving man attacking a meal. His lips and tongue were everywhere.

"OHHH!" she cried out when he made her orgasm.

After a brief rest, she returned the favor. She attacked him with equal vigor and swallowed his massive load.

^^^

Two days later, they went into Scarlett's bedroom to have sex. He played with her boobs. She gave him head.

He sighed, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and said, "It isn't supposed to be this way."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she wiped spittle off her lips.

"I love you, Scarlett," Cliff said. "You deserve to hear the truth. I'm using you for sex. You should be with someone your age. You're young. You could marry again."

"I could say the same things to you. I'm using you to take care of Gwen. I am using you for sex. I am keeping you from meeting someone your age and getting married.

"I care for you," she said. She reached out and stroked his face. "I do not want to re-marry, and I am here because I want to be. You fulfill my needs for sex and companionship, and we share a love for Gwen."

She grabbed his cock, stroked it, and said, "I am not good with people. The likelihood I will find a man who will put up with my quirks is small. Marcus is and will always be the love of my life. Any man I meet will realize that and leave.

"It is okay to fuck me. Shoot your cum into my mouth and into my vagina. I am using you as much as you are using me. You cannot leave me. You have to fulfill your son's promise. Give me a boy who looks like and acts like Marcus."

Cliff nodded.

Scarlett wrapped her lips around his erection and gave him a hell of a blowjob.

"Ohhhh!" he hollered as he came.

He performed oral sex on her. She screamed louder than he had when she climaxed.

^^^

They had great sex three to four times a week. Sometimes Scarlett used her vibrator. Usually, she asked for Cliff's tongue.

He loved her BJs. Occasionally, he pulled on her stiff nipples as she sucked his cock. He liked making her squeal.

When Scarlett was cleared for full sex, they fucked.

^^^Two years after Gwen's birth^^^

"Cliff, I am ready to get pregnant," Scarlett said. "Make it a boy this time."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I will be ovulating next week."

"I've been reading up on the science of getting pregnant," Cliff said. "New studies from the Mayo Clinic show that the highest pregnancy rates occur in couples who have sex every day. Even more than couples who focus on when the woman is ovulating."

"Okay. We can do that."

Cliff and Scarlett had mind-blowing sex that night, the night after, and every night after that.

^^^

"I am pregnant!" Scarlett announced gleefully one night at dinner. She gave birth to another beautiful baby girl.

Scarlett hired a nanny.

^^^

Two years later, when Cliff was fifty-eight and a half. They tried again. Scarlett became pregnant after two cycles and had another baby girl.

Cliff was nearly sixty-one years old when they tried the next time. The gray-haired old man palmed one of Scarlett's saggy breasts.

She said, "Breastfeeding three babies gave has given me stretch marks, large, dark areolas, and sagging boobs. Do you still want to touch them?"

"I do."

Cliff squeezed the breast, kissed it, and sucked on her large nipple.

"Mmmm," Scarlett moaned. She pulled his head to her chest and held it there.

Cliff stayed and sucked. His actions brought them pleasure.

He moved down and licked her vagina.

"Oh," she gasped.

"Mmmm," he moaned and told himself, "Her breasts have changed quite a bit since I first saw them. Her pussy. Not at all." He slid a finger inside his daughter-in-law and thought, "She's as delicious and tight as ever."