Sonjia's Tits

"Just how many chances have you had to get pregnant?"

"Two. This afternoon and tonight. Want to make it three?"

***

We spent Sunday relaxing and enjoying warm breezes and dappled sun light. Sonjia would lie next to Catherine on the blanket, encouraging her to reach for toys and roll around. There was one moment when a quick breeze blew across the baby's face and she had a look of amazement. The next moment she giggled.

And we walked. Sonjia wanted to see the area we were in, so we strolled about. Walking along the fishermans' trail that paralleled the river we came across some ripe Salmon berries. "Are those safe?" she asked. I took one then offered her some. "Delicious." She said. Then she offered one to Christine. The baby was puzzled by the flavor, her face drawn up as she experienced something new. Then she laughed and kicked and thrashed about in her sling, not satisfied until she had another berry.

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After lunch, while the baby slept, Sonjia and I made slow love on the blanket while warm breezes blew over us. She sat astride me, rising and falling slowly, dangling her nipples just out of reach of my lips. Again a look of concentration as she tightened and loosened her inner muscles. "I need to practice this. I want to feel ever bit of you." When I couldn't take it anymore, I rolled her to her knees and took her from behind. Her grunts as I plowed her, her moans as I fingered her clit, her fingers clawing the blanket as we came together, are locked in my memory forever. I stayed with her as she slid down, my cock softening and plopping out. "Damn," she muttered, "I made a good choice."

***

We headed home early Monday morning and when she asked why we didn't spend a few more hours I answered. "There are maybe a thousand people up in these hills or farther over. All need to be at work tomorrow. So the highway will be packed this afternoon, and we would be crawling into town and then scrambling to get ready for tomorrow. I've made it a habit to get home early and have time for a decent shower, dinner, and drink,"

On the way into town I asked if Sonjia would like riding to work with me. "Would I! You bet. That will save me a forty-minute bus ride that gets me there thirty minutes early. And Mom can sleep another thirty minutes. And If I'm riding back with you, there's more time saved. Plus we'll have more time together."

When she told her mother the ride-along plan, Inez looked me dead in the eye. "Why?" Nothing else, just the question.

"Well first, I like her. Second I'm going that way anyway. And third to annoy you."

That backed her up. "What?"

"You've made it plain you don't trust me. So I figure by being willing to help Sonjia I'm helping you. My helping you is going to annoy you because you'll be trying to compare me to David, but you can't because I'm not David."

"But..."

I cut her off. "Now, I'm not saying it's going to happen, but what if I became your Son in Law? What then? Are you going to be a sweet Mother in law, or a nasty one? Will we be family?"

I'm not sure which had the bigger shocked look, Inez or Sonjia. I'd hinted the 'marriage' word. Inez stammered a bit, "Are you...?" Sonjia had a different take. "It takes two to make that decision." And left it at that.

***

Tuesday, she jumped in when I pulled up. "To work, James!" She proclaimed. "Yes ma'am, Thank you ma'am." And then she leaned over and kissed me. "Good morning, Lover. Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, and you?"

"Yes, after Mom and I had a long talk. Getting home early made that possible. She said she was sorry about how she's been acting toward you, and maybe that will change." I wanted to answer but she stopped me. "More importantly, she rested. And believe me, she needed that. And when I told her I had an idea, she suggested we hire someone to baby sit in the morning while she slept. Which was what I was going to suggest!"

***

Thursday morning she surprised me by asking where we were going this weekend.

"I know a place, how would you like if we left Friday after work and are parked a little before sunset with more open skies? Will your mom have any problems with that?"

"I'll talk to Mom tonight so she'll know. Oh, and we have someone lined up beginning Monday morning. It may take her a while to get used to someone in the house but it'll be worth it."

***

This time I headed for the ocean. The parks are always full, but you can park on the beach in some areas. And while we wouldn't be alone, I thought she would enjoy it.

Boy Howdy was I right. We parked a little before sunset, in an area somewhat sheltered from the beach strollers, but there were other rigs around us. Sitting in our chairs with glasses of wine (she could have just one) we watched the sun dip below the horizon. As the night chilled we moved inside, first for a snack, and then to get Christine settled.

We snuggled together in bed, hands caressing as we warmed the bed. At work we still met for lunch but that had changed to mild make out sessions and conversations. The women in the office were making comments, some nice, some not so. The amazing thing, to her, was Bernice, oldest of the three, was most favorable. "She even said you'd make a good husband!"

The guys just gave me some side eye. Except Carlos, who after every lunch would give me a thumbs up.

We made slow love that night. Neither in a hurry, both wanting the joining to last forever. Sonjia came several times due to my superior love making and staying power (riiight). I think I strained something trying to hold back for her.

***

We spent most of the day walking the beach, kicking rocks and picking up shells. Just chatting about whatever came to mind. The wind was light and the swells small. I offered to hold the baby for a while. I had Christine in this sling thing across my chest, and she was looking at my face. I bent to smile at her, and she felt my face with one small hand. And she smiled.

At me.

The wind was light and the swells small so while I held the baby Sonjia waded in an ocean for the first time. Wouldn't you know it, she was a little more than thigh deep when a larger than usual wave broke against her. She screamed in surprise and pointed at me. As If I had something to do with that. I didn't even crack a smile, well maybe a little one, but I was dying inside. She struggled back, her bra-less breasts clearly outlined by her wet shirt. "I like that look, you should do it more often." I held the baby up as protection.

More than one of the other campers caught an eyeful. Sonjia noticed, and strutted to the rig, chin and breasts held high!

I put Christine in her bed and pushed Sonjia onto ours, stripped her of her wet clothes and dove between her legs. Yes, there was salt down there, but her pussy was flowing as well. Maybe she has a bit of exhibitionist in her.

She pulled my face into her, whispering "make me cum, eat me, eat meee. God, did you see that old man staring? And his wife just about slapped him? Should I flash him? Show my tits?" And then she rolled through a long and intense orgasm while muffling her cries with a pillow.

Pussy juice mixed with salt isn't too bad, I did object to the bits of sand, however.

***

We spent every weekend that summer in the van. Sonjia and Christine began spending nights at my house, and soon one of the spare bedrooms became Christine's.

Normally I called my folks once a month or so, just checking how they were doing (very well) and when we became serious, filling them in on Sonjia and me. And Christine. But soon either I or Sonjia were talking to Mom once a week or more. Really, after a while Sonjia and Mom seemed to have developed a friendship.

Eventually Mom wanted to know if she would be having a granddaughter soon. Dad kinda 'harrumphed', which usually meant he wasn't sure how he felt. Then he asked when was the wedding. "We haven't talked about that yet." I said. That earned another 'harrumph'.

***

We married in mid-September. Just a simple ceremony before a Judge. My folks flew back up for the wedding, and Inez and Bernice were there too. Bernice was a surprise to me, but Sonjia insisted. No problem for me.

We held a reception at my house, well technically it was still my folks, but it was clear one day I would inherit it. Everybody from work and their spouses or partners came. Even Pflug and his wife. Everyone brought small gifts, and all were meaningful to us because we all worked hard for our money, no one had a lot to spare.

Pflug was the big surprise though. He announced we could have two weeks' vacation when we wanted "Within reason, of course."

***

We spent the first weeks of October exploring parts of the Southwest, shopping for Indian art at Four corners and then stopping at an Indian shop in Gallup, New Mexico, where Sonjia found a carved elk horn she had to have. The clerk said it was carved by a Zuni master craftsman.

After that we dropped in on my folks place outside Sedona.

They picked that area because it wasn't as hot as lower Arizona, and not as cold in winter as Flagstaff. Aaand Mom was deeply into the art scene. She's pretty good as a painter (as far as I can tell) and enjoyed what she was doing. Dad had a choice of playing golf or hunting gold and stuff with one of those metal detector things.

Mom went nuts over Christine, who was pretty busy crawling around every chance she had.

The third (and last) night we were there we had gathered in the den, just sipping coffee and chatting. Christine was crawling around, Sonjia and I half watching her, she got to Mom, pulled herself up and was standing! I think that sealed it. Catherine was my mom's favorite granddaughter. Alright, really her only one, but definitely favorite.

***

Heading north towards home Sonjia commented that if we were going to continue traveling like this, we'd need a bigger rig. One good for four.

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