The Only Constant is Change Ch. 14

She could feel Jeremy's desire for more growing, and she began to run the tip of her tongue over his balls and up his shaft. As she reached the head, she squeezed his shaft and big drop of pre-cum emerged. She kissed the spot, licking the fluid into her mouth. The taste sent her into a bit of a frenzy, and she began alternately swirling her tongue around the head, plunging her mouth over the first half of his cock, and then sliding her pursed lips down the underside of his cock. Rapidly cycling between these actions, her efforts were driving Jeremy crazy.

"That's new, babe," he said with a smile. "If you're not careful, you're going to make me cum pretty quick."

Monica wanted to taste him badly, and his words only encouraged her to move faster. She began lightly pumping his cock from the base with one hand while massaging the back side of his balls, pressing in to reach the large muscle responsible for strong ejaculation that stretched across the floor of his pelvis. The combination of her ministrations caused Jeremy's hips to begin to pump along with her. After only a minute, he came harder than he had in a long time. Monica swallowed as quickly as she could, but she wasn't able to keep up with the flood he released. When his contractions stopped, she hungrily sucked up the leakage that had collected around his base.

Jeremy was surprised at how quickly he came. Wherever Cat had learned whatever she'd done, he needed to encourage her to keep researching. He lay there waiting for his heart rate and breathing to return to normal as he enjoyed the way she tenderly cleaned him. "That was fantastic, honey," he said. "Are you going to make me return the favor? You have me at your mercy, after all."

Doing her best to avoid speaking, Monica said, "Mmhmm," soft enough that her voice would be indistinguishable from Cat's through his earmuffs. She began kissing her way up his body, reveling in the delicious sensation of her nipples dragging across his skin. She reached his neck and jawline, and as she kissed his sensitive skin, she inhaled his masculine scent. Women have been proven to have better olfactory senses than men; like many women, she identified certain aromas with manliness. Jeremy's scent was a balance of sweet and spicy, a blend of citrus and mint, with hints of apple and wood. It reminded Monica of the warmth of a late spring or early summer day, and it was exactly the kind of thing she associated with manhood. It triggered images of a rugged man working in the outdoors, and she loved it.

Monica continued teasing Jeremy by brushing his lips with hers, her tongue darting out to swipe his lips, but always backing away when he moved to engage her more fully. Sitting astride his chest, she leaned over and gathered a breast into her hand. She traced the outline of his mouth with her nipple, the stubble on his face rough against her tender skin. She watched as Jeremy, like a baby bird seeking a worm, chased her nipple, trying to draw it in. As his frustration grew, she finally took pity on him and allowed him to catch her. In his aroused state, Jeremy hungrily suckled at her teat, his tongue flickering across her hardened nipple, and his mouth opening wide to capture as much of her tit as he could.

As he suckled at the offered breast, it began to dawn on Jeremy that Cat's nipples felt different on his tongue tonight. Her breasts did not seem quite as full. But when her hands buried themselves in his hair, drawing his head into her bosom, and his efforts elicited a groan that vibrated against his lips, he chalked it up to the awkwardness of his position and not being able to see.

It wasn't until he felt her move to straddle his face that it occurred to Jeremy that this might not be Cat after all. As the woman's leg cleared his face, he got a whiff of vanilla. That alone wouldn't be definitive, but when the presented pussy settled against his lips, he knew for sure. Cat had fairly small outer lips, and a relatively small clit. Even when excited, it didn't protrude much.

This pussy, on the other hand, had meaty lips that were almost literally dripping in excitement. The clit, when he reached it, was prominent. Not especially large, but it was larger than Cat's for sure and more exposed. The idea that he was pleasuring a strange woman, presumably with his wife's blessing, was very exciting. Jeremy wasted no time, bending to his task with passion, noisily and hungrily sucking at the proffered flesh. Monica gasped when his tongue first grazed her clit. As he devoured her pussy, she rapidly built towards her first orgasm, and she couldn't stop her hips as she rode against his mouth and chin.

She braced one hand against the wall, the other buried in Jeremy's hair, holding him tightly against her cunt as she ground against him. In short order, her body went stiff and her pussy began to pour honey across his tongue. She gasped as she spasmed again and again while Jeremy pleasured her nonstop through her orgasm. Though he could barely hear, her cries of "Oh Jeremy!" and "Yes!" stroked his ego. He no longer cared who it was, only that he could continue to pleasure her. Knowing that he could do this, even while restrained, swelled his pride and...well, his pride.

As she came down from her first orgasm, the sensitivity of her nether region caused her to disengage. She slid her body down Jeremy's, only stopping when her face was even with his. She took his face in her hands, and for a moment, simply looked at the part that was exposed. Long ago, before she'd even known about sex, she'd wanted to kiss these lips. More than two years ago, seeing Jeremy again for the first time in years, she'd longed for him to take her in his arms again. And since then, she'd dreamed of being in his bed on more than one occasion. It was a dream that she thought had died when it became clear that his heart belonged to Cat. And yet, here she was.

She bent and tenderly kissed his lips, this time allowing the passion to build as his tongue began to explore her lips and mouth. Her arms slid around his head and she pulled herself tightly against him as she felt his hunger to consume her building. She could feel his thick cock lying stiffly between them. It wasn't long before she broke off the kiss, needing to feel him within her.

She reached down between her legs and lifted him slightly as she backed towards his feet. When the wide head of his cock was pressed against her wet opening, she paused. This moment was literally years in the making, and she was determined to enjoy every second. She rubbed the head against her lips a few times to lubricate his entry, and then, with a deep breath, she began to press against him, forcing that thick cock into her hungry pussy. It felt so good entering her, stretching her, that she longed to plunge down and sheath him fully within her. She restrained herself, a final tease after waiting so long. Inch by inch, she eased Jeremy's cock inside, until he was fully inserted. The lips of her pussy were stretched tightly around the thick base of his cock, and the head was pressed up against her cervix. She felt deliciously full, and she luxuriated in the sensation for a moment, enjoying the hot, hard length deep within her. Eventually, she began to make small motions, less up and down than back and forth, as her body moved parallel to Jeremy's. She started small, moving only a couple of inches at a time, each return punctuated by her grinding her clit against his trim pubes. As her excitement built, however, she began to take longer trips; Jeremy began to move his hips, timing his thrusts to meet hers.

Jeremy didn't have a wide range of motion, but he contributed what he could to the operation. He was doing enough, though, because before long, Monica was rapidly approaching another orgasm. Despite having come not long before, from his heavy breathing, she could tell that Jeremy was getting close, too. The recurring fantasy that Monica had had more than any other was to have Jeremy staring into her eyes as he pumped a baby into her womb. She knew that was unlikely to happen, but she wanted to experience as close to that as possible.

Raising up slightly, she braced herself against his chest with both hands and began grinding her hips against his in a rocking motion. As she crept closer to her orgasm, she reached down with first one hand and then the other to pluck the earmuffs from his head and mask from his face.

The look of surprise on Jeremy's face was quickly replaced, first by a grin, and then a seriousness that belied his impending orgasm. Monica leaned forward to press her hands against his chest again and, staring into his eyes, she began to speak as she rode him into ecstasy.

"I've dreamed of this for so long, Jeremy. I want to cum as you fill my pussy with your cream. I want to dream that you put a baby in me."

In response, Jeremy began bucking even harder, causing Monica to gasp anew. The image she painted was so hot. As he thrust up, Monica was panting out her progress. "I'm so close, baby. Please! I need it. Fill me up. Give me your baby! Right there, right there...Yeeessss!" she screamed as her pussy constricted around him and began to convulse.

Jeremy was right there with her and arched his back to raise his hips as much as possible, burying himself deeply before unloading jet after jet of his cream into her pussy.

The lovers collapsed in exhaustion as they recovered from their respective orgasms. Jeremy was still buried within her, even as he softened. It wouldn't be long before he slipped from her. Monica was not moving, savoring a warmth in her body that had nothing to do with his cock remaining inside. Her dreams had fallen far short of reality, and as she lay with her head on his shoulder, she hoped that he'd enjoyed this as much as she had. Part of her was afraid to look at him, given the deception. Once he finally fell from her body, she slid down enough to rest her head on her arms across his chest, looking at him.

"Hey," he softly said with a smile.

"Hey," she replied, quietly.

"So...that happened," he observed.

"Yes, yes it did," she agreed. Concerned, she asked, "Are you okay? Are we okay? Are you mad?"

"I'm fine," he said with a smile. "It's a big surprise, of course, but are you really asking me if I'm mad about a beautiful woman spending time in my bed? Clearly a rhetorical question. I'm assuming that Cat set this up?"

Monica smiled and nodded. "She wanted to do something that she knew you wanted, like you did for her the very first time you met. She thought this might be the thing. Was she right?"

"If you'll let me out of these restraints, I'll tell you," he replied. She chuckled and moved to unfasten the various buckles that held him in place. As soon as the last restraint was open, he surprised her by grabbing her around the waist and throwing her to the bed before quickly pouncing and pinning her to the mattress. The surprise caused her to squeal and she giggled when she realized that he'd essentially reversed their roles.

Jeremy smiled as he shook himself out of his reverie. That night with Monica had been something special. The plan that week had been for him to impregnate Cat. Jeremy and his wife still made plenty of time for themselves, and their first daughter, Gabriela, was born later that year. Monica's time with Jeremy, however, fanned the flames of her fantasy of carrying his baby into a burning desire. She approached them shortly after Cat announced her pregnancy to see how they'd feel about Jeremy fathering a child with her.

Jeremy and Cat discussed it at length, and Cat assured him that she was fine with it, supportive even. Eventually, though, Jeremy had been the one to decide against it. As much as he cared for Monica and wanted to help her out, he just couldn't bring himself to give her a baby. He didn't relish the idea of knowing his child was out there without its father around. Fortunately, about a year after Gabby was born, Monica married her second husband, Desmond; they had fraternal twins, a boy and a girl, delivered only six weeks after Gabby's second birthday.

Cat delivered Katelyn the next year, three years after Gabby, and Daniel followed the year after.

Daniel was the baby of the family, now a few months past his 18^th birthday. Jeremy couldn't be prouder of the young man he'd become. His love for his son, his earnest desire to guide and mentor him as much as possible in the time he had remaining was what had prompted his trips down memory lane these past few weeks.

At 59 years of age, Jeremy Halperin was dying.

Cat knew, but Jeremy still needed to break the news to his children. Those were not conversations he was looking forward to. His affinity for his son, the way he saw himself in the young man, had prompted him to speak to Daniel first.

He looked over at the young man and said, "Danny, let's go sit on the porch. There's something I need to speak with you about."

With a smile to himself, Daniel nodded and headed outside. His dad was the only one that ever called him Danny; he wouldn't allow it for anyone else. Daniel enjoyed the time he got to spend with his dad. In his 18 years on earth, he'd come to appreciate the connection they'd forged simply sitting together, quietly rocking and sipping cold iced tea or lemonade as they watched the sun hide behind the distant hilltops on a warm summer evening. He'd never really understood his buddies' complaints about their fathers or their rules. His relationship with his father had never been contentious, and he didn't have a problem following the rules of the house. His friends didn't believe him when he said that his dad was one of his best friends.

Daniel had always attributed his comfort level with the quiet confidence that was so evident in his father's demeanor. Unlike Jason's dad, who spent most nights drinking himself into a stupor and rarely missed an opportunity to tell his son what a disappointment he was, or Nate's dad, who had little time for family activities between his long hours at the bank and even longer hours with his mistress du jour, his father was a man who loved his wife, doted on Daniel's two older sisters, and set the standard by which other men were measured. At least, that's how Daniel had always seen him.

Birthdays and holidays were times of celebration in the Halperin household. But where some men would be happy to leave social activities to their wives, Jeremy had always taken an active role in planning events, choosing the right gifts at the right moments in his children's lives, and making sure that when he was home, he was present with his family and not distracted by work or sports. Daniel's father had insisted that every evening, even if it was for drive-thru take out or frozen pizza, the members of the Halperin family would reconnect and share the happenings in their lives over a meal. Daniel had seen how different it could be during sleepovers at friends' houses, marked by dinners eaten in front of the TV or the strained conversations that took place. His family life just wasn't like that. He loved his parents, loved his sisters—he took pride, though, in upholding the long tradition of younger brothers teasing and tormenting older sisters—and he felt that love returned.

A few years ago, a teacher had assigned Daniel and his classmates to interview a parent and write a short biography to be read aloud to the class. It seemed only natural that he'd interview the man he'd looked up to, even aspired to become. But over the course of their interview, he'd become fascinated by the story of his father's life.

Daniel wasn't surprised to find that like himself, his father had shown an uncommon aptitude for numbers and problem-solving. They both merely tolerated boring classes like English as they progressed through school, but found a world of intrigue in mathematics and hard sciences like chemistry and physics. Daniel never tired of hearing the stories from his father's younger days, mainly because it all sounded like so much fun. Even hearing about how his parents had come together, bringing new life to the company she'd founded as it transitioned to new ownership, was fascinating. Daniel's sisters had never seemed to have the time or patience to listen, but he ate it all up.

Daniel hoped that he could live up to his father's legacy. Sure, he was a successful businessman, but that wasn't the kind of legacy he thought about. Instead, he saw the looks his parents shared, how they were never shy about holding hands or touching shoulders just because. Even as young as he was, Daniel could see that while they'd always seek out Mom's advice about dating and other stuff, it was Dad's opinion that determined the outcome of any potential relationship with his sisters. Instinctively, they measured boyfriends against the standard they saw at home; so far, no one had met the standard.

One event had engraved in Daniel's mind the image of the kind of man he wanted to be. A couple of years ago, the family had hosted a private dance to celebrate Katelyn's high school graduation. Daniel had come across his father standing to the side, quietly sipping his favorite Scotch and watching his wife and daughters as they laughed and danced with their friends. Maybe more than any other conversation he'd had with his father to that point, what followed gave Daniel a sense of purpose moving forward.

"Do you know what's important in life, Danny?" He didn't even look at him; somehow, he'd just sensed his presence. He gestured with his drink at the crowd and said, "This right here. I've made more money than I would ever have dreamed possible growing up, but I'd throw it all away in a second if keeping it meant I'd lose nights like this. Look over there at Katelyn. I remember bringing her home from the hospital. She was brand new and I saw her mother in her eyes. Even though we already had Gabby, I was scared all over again at the responsibility we had. I was holding her hand just before she took her first tentative steps on her own. But I blinked and she was in kindergarten and dance classes. Then I looked away for just a second and your mom was taking her shopping for her first bra. And now I'm watching with wonder at the young lady she's become and feeling such pride in the part I had to play in it." Daniel was watching his sister and listening to his Dad, and suddenly he was caught up in being proud of her too. When he saw his Dad wipe away a tear, he was moved.

Jeremy turned to his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're still too young to really get what I'm saying right now. But you're my only son and if I ever teach you any lesson at all, I want it to be this one. These things," he gestured around them, "are not the true measure of a man. A man's true worth can only be found in the way he nurtures and protects his loved ones. As men, we are called to duty so often—duty to our country, duty to our community, duty to our employers—but none of them is a higher calling than our duty to family. Always remember that, son." With that, he ruffled Daniel's hair, kissed his forehead, and made his way over to where his wife was standing.

With his father's words still tumbling in his mind, Daniel watched as his father took his mother's hand, kissed her knuckles and pulled her close to kiss her cheek, before suddenly spinning her towards the dance floor. She laughed and beamed as they came back together, and Daniel saw the look of adoration on his mother's face. That sequence of events would be imprinted in his mind's eye for years to come. That was the legacy to live up to.

Thus, when his father said he needed to talk to him, he approached the conversation with more excitement than trepidation. Settling into the rocking chair next to his father, Daniel took a sip of his lemonade and waited. When he noted that his dad was struggling with getting started, he became concerned. Quietly, he said, "Whatever it is, Dad, you can tell me."