Moral Degeneration

Audrey tried to sneak out of my arms. I was instantly awake. My arms tightening around her caused her to yelp. 

 

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, kissing her cheek. 

 

“To work out,” she said. A smile on her lips as I continued to kiss her from the back. 

 

“We could have our own workout,” I offered. 

 

“I have work today,” she said. “It’s part of my routine.”

 

“Then I’ll join you,” I said. She looked disappointed as I moved back. We were quickly down in the basement. Stretching, she moved to the treadmill. I ignored her as I started using some weights. 

 

I wasn’t about to try to show off. But every now and then I caught her looking at me from a large mirror on the wall. 

 

“Ever done anal sex?” I asked. I continued to curl the barbells but watched her blush in the mirror. 

 

“No,” she whispered. 

 

“Given a blowjob?” I asked. She shook her head. Her ponytail waved at me as she did. 

 

“How many women have you been with?” I asked. 

 

“Not appropriate to ask,” she said. 

 

“Just curious. Still trying to figure out how many women have had lesbian experiences.”

 

“Assume they all have,” Audrey said. She bit her lip. “My first was in college. Before Ava. Every few years I get the itch. Or meet someone I’m attracted to. Never really progressed past some dates and fooling around.” 

 

I nodded as I moved to a different exercise. “I don’t judge, Aud. Just trying to be open.” 

 

After more time she admitted, “the last one was with an intern at my job. Kind of messed up I know. We just hit it off. She graduated and we actually talked about her moving in. I might have screwed up. I didn’t offer her a full-time job. We fought. And she started working for my competitor.”

 

“That sucks,” I said. “Were you embarrassed about being outed as a lesbian? Or embarrassed about your daughters finding out?”

 

“I was scared,” she said with a sigh. “I didn’t want my daughters to judge me. And I guess I was scared she’d just leave me too.”

 

I walked over to her. My hand went to hers. She turned off the treadmill and took my hand. Tears in her eyes I kissed her hand. “There’s no reason you shouldn’t be happy, Aud.” Her chin scrunched up as she fought more tears. 

 

“God, I haven’t cried so much in months,” she said. “Why do you make things sound so simple?”

 

“I’m an outsider. I can see things you can’t. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll see stuff I don’t notice. Just be sure to tell me about them. You ever thought of seeing a psychiatrist?”

 

“No,” she said. “That’s for crazies.” I wasn’t sure if they were mainstream yet. I knew they were called that back in the day. I was surprised it was that way still. I wasn’t sure if psychology was the same quality as my timeline. I didn’t push. 

 

“How about you just have her move in and pretend she’s my girlfriend?” I said. She let go of my hand and slapped my head. I gave her a wolfish grin. 

 

“Come here. Let me show you something,” I said. Pulling her around I brought her to the large mirror on the wall. “What do you see there?” I asked, pointing to her reflection. 

 

“Us?”

 

“I see a strong sexy independent woman that don’t need no man,” I said. I laced the comment with a lot of sass. I kissed her neck staring at her from the reflection. “You raised 2 daughters on your own. Run a multi-million dollar company. Hundreds of people rely on you for their livelihood. Not to mention those 2 girls that live upstairs. They wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to you.” She was crying again as she stared at the reflection. 

 

“You deserve to be happy. Just as much as everyone else. You aren’t a door mat that people can walk on. You’re the house. People come to you for protection and a place to feel loved. I don’t know about you, but I like a house that’s whole. It helps to take care of those under you. I want you to take care of yourself. If you need to be with some young girl who makes you feel happy, so be it.”

 

My hands went to her firm ass. I pulled her gym shorts down slowly. Her eyes fluttered as she stared at me. 

 

“I find you so sexy,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered. Her shorts were just below her ass. I pulled my dick out and poked her back entrance. “I will help you as much as you need. I can’t give you all of my time. I want you to do what you need to be happy when I’m not there. Can you do that?”

 

She nodded. “Good girl,” I said. I turned her face toward mine. We began kissing hard. My dick found her wet pussy and I slid in. She gasped as I slowly moved in. She became wetter as I went in farther. 

 

When my hips made it to her ass she groaned as we continued to kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered. 

 

“Me too,” I said. I pulled out and pounded into her hard. Since she was a little taller she was nice enough to bend over a little. But I was quickly at full speed as she started pushing back into me. 

 

Her legs tried to buckle as she came. I really did have a magic dick here. I guessed any dick was magic to these women. I pounded into her harder. She was soon pushing back into me again after her orgasm faded. 

 

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned. Watching her tits jiggle in the mirror while we locked eyes was too hot.

 

Audrey pulled away. Dropping to her knees she took my drenched dick in her mouth. Taking in just the head she sucked for all she was worth. I came hard, locking eyes with her. She moaned happily as her cheeks hollowed then filled with my cum. 

 

She swallowed and sighed. “So hot.”

 

“You’re telling me,” I said. I wondered if mother and daughter enjoyed the taste the same. 

 

“Thank you,” she said. Kissing my shaft she stared up at me. Not minding the taste of her own cum. “I hate to admit you’re right. But you are.”

 

“I could be wrong,” I said. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead. “Take some personal inventory. Find out for yourself. I’m always here to talk if you need me.”

 

“I like that,” she said. “But I have to get to work.”

 

“How about a shower first?” I asked. Before she could say no, I helped her up and moved her to the gym shower. I stripped my clothes and jumped in. She followed. We got wet. Rubbing shampoo on one another. We were quickly clean. But we continued to explore one another. 

 

“This is like a porn,” she said. 

 

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “There a lot of younger man ones?”

 

“No, more everyday stuff. Just sex mixed in.” I really wanted to watch this world's porn. 

 

“This is a lot better than porn,” I said. Pushing her against the shower wall she gasped as I entered her from the front. I had eaten out her daughter at the same spot a few days ago. It turned me on more. We kissed hard and I used all my strength to pound into her. She came twice from the quick work. My hands on her tits she especially loved her nipples pulled and roughed up. 

 

I didn’t bother to tell her I was cumming. Pulling each nipple I kissed her as my hips collided with hers. I came with a groan as I bottomed out inside her. Her body shuddered as I tried to hump further and further. 

 

“I have to go to work,” she said. “Now I have to clean your cum up.”

 

“Leave it in,” I said. Still inside her my dick hardened. “No one would believe you were full of a man’s cum anyway.”

 

Audrey blushed. We kissed and separated. She didn’t bother to clean my semen out. We grabbed our clothes and made our way upstairs. I kissed her and wished her a good day at work. 

 

“Hey Millie,” I said. I called her on a whim. But after my talk with Audrey I wanted to feel the waters out. 

 

“Russ? I can’t believe you’re calling so soon,” she said. I could hear the joy in her voice. 

 

“I can hang up if you don’t want to talk,” I said. 

 

“I’m not complaining,” she said quickly. “I just thought it would be a few weeks.”

 

“Oh I’m on winter break. I go to school after the new year. So I can’t promise it every day. I just wanted to check in. I was curious about some stuff. Mind answering some questions?”

 

“Of course,” she said. 

 

“Are you pregnant?” I asked. 

 

“I don’t know,” she said. “Kind of pointless to check for another week at least.”

 

“Of course,” I said. I had hoped that they might have had better testing methods in this timeline, but apparently not. “If you’re not, do you want to try again?”

 

Her voice caught. “You mean it? I’d love that.”

 

“Cool,” I said. “I um want to check with you on something. I’m curious if you’d want me in our kids' lives.” Millie was quiet. “I was talking to my guardian. We don’t really like how kids never meet their dad. I thought it would be good to stay in my kids' life. You don’t have to say yes. But if you’re interested, I’d like it if you could come out here.”

 

I heard a sniffle. “I’d love that,” she whispered. 

 

“Good,” I said. “Me too. Talk to Gail about it. I want to know her answer too.”

 

“I will,” she said. I could hear the tears in her voice. “Thanks Russ. I don’t know what to say.”

 

“You don’t have to say anything,” I said. “Just talk with Gail. Think it over. Alright?”

 

“Ok.” She wasn’t her normal chipper self. But I hoped it was a good sign. I was soon hanging up. 

 

I had hoped to spend the day fooling around with Luna. She was still with Ava though. I decided to go for a run. The sun cresting over the horizon I already felt stronger as I ran onto the recently plowed drive. I guessed Audrey paid someone to do it. The streets were just as clean. 

 

Able to run farther already, I took a different route but still ended up at Ryleigh’s house. 

 

“How was your Christmas, Ryleigh?” I asked. She jumped from the sound of my voice. “Get anything cool?”

 

“Hi Russ,” she whispered. She had been playing with something in her garage. I walked over to see it was a baseball mitt. It looked brand new. 

 

“You get that?” I asked. She nodded. “Want to throw the ball around?” 

 

She gave me a surprised look. Then nodded. She dug out an older glove. I could barely close it and decided to just use my hand. I needed to work on my hand/eye coordination anyway. Having shorter arms was throwing me off. 

 

We were soon in the street throwing the ball back and forth. She was better at this than I was as well. But I was getting better. 

 

“Where’s your mom?” I asked. 

 

“My mom Rosie is inside sleeping. She works the night shift,” Ryleigh said. “My mom Linda is at work.” 

 

“The lady I live with is at work too,” I said. “You an only child?” She nodded. 

 

We continued to throw the baseball back and forth. I had to admit that Ryleigh was quite pretty. Long dark hair tied behind her head she had the body of a softball player. Stocky and firm. In her too big sweatshirt and sweatpants she tried to hide her figure. She might have had a few extra pounds, but she was the type I normally was attracted to in my old life. Dark hair and thick everything. Lips, thighs, and maybe chest. Her sweats hid a lot. 

 

“You go to Highpark Private school?” I asked. 

 

“Yep,” she said. We had been idly chatting while we threw the ball. The quiet girl was getting more comfortable answering questions.

 

“I’m going to be going there next Tuesday. I’m a Freshman.”

 

She blushed. “Me-me too.”

 

“Cool,” I said, flashing a smile. “Want to be my only friend there?” 

 

“There are other boys,” she said, barely catching the ball after I threw it. 

 

“Boys are boring.” Agent Simpson’s words about effeminate boys made me a little hesitant to want to meet any. “Besides, you’re my neighbor. I’d rather hang with you.” 

 

She was quiet for a bit as we continued to throw the ball. “If you want,” Ryleigh eventually said. 

 

“Perfect. My arms killing me. You want to do anything else?” 

 

“We could go play some video games,” she offered. “I got a PlayStation for Christmas too.”

 

“Any good games?”

 

“A fighting one,” she said. We were soon inside her house. “You have to be quiet. My moms sleeping.”

 

“Ok,” I said. We were soon playing a game like Tekken. Most of the fighters were female. The 2 guy fighters wore tight clothing. I picked to fight as a girl instead. 

 

Apparently Ryleigh was good at whatever she did. Though she just got the game she kicked my ass with that too. Getting close to lunch time I made her and I some sandwiches. 

 

“What do you want to do now?” I whispered. 

 

“We can go to the basement,” she said. “We can be a little louder down there.”

 

We were soon making our way down to a fully furnished basement. There was a full on man cave down there. Pool table, fully stocked bar, bright neon beer signs. 

 

“I found my new favorite hangout,” I said in awe of it all. “This is nice.” There were some trophies on the wall. A few pictures hung up next to them. They showed a happy lesbian couple with Ryleigh as a younger girl. 

 

“You were so chunky,” I said. 

 

“I was not,” she said with a blush. I could hear some actual anger in her voice. I stopped teasing her. 

 

“What do you usually do down here?”

 

“Sit,” she said, sitting on a small couch. I sat next to her. Simply staring at the cool stuff down there. My body ached but I ignored it. “Have you…ever kissed a girl?” She asked. 

 

I turned to look at her. The blush had spread to her entire face. The pale girl was beet red as she started to sweat. “I have,” I said. “Have you ever kissed a boy?” 

 

She shook her head. “What about a girl?” She blushed more. I knew the answer. “Do you want to kiss a boy?” I asked. Leaning closer she didn’t move. I moved my face to hers and kissed her lips quickly. “There. Now you have.” 

 

She blushed but didn’t say anything. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the large steel box. I knew the answer. 

 

“That’s my mom’s safe,” Ryleigh said, getting up with me. It looked like a gun safe. My palms began to itch as I stared at it. “I’m not supposed to touch it.”

 

“You don’t know the combo do you?” There was a number pad on the front. “What day were your parents married?”

 

“March 3rd.”

 

“Year?” 

 

“No idea.”

 

“Were they married long before they had you?” 

 

“A few years,” she said. 

 

It took a few tries. But eventually I guessed correctly. 331981 was the combination for the door. I was pretty sure it was their anniversary. Some people were too predictable. I opened it slowly. Inside was a massive assortment of guns. An AK-47 was the nicest. There were a few rifles, shotguns, and handguns.

 

“Why do your parents have so many?”

 

“My mom Rosie is a cop,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t be in this.”

 

“Sorry,” I said. Closing it I made a mental inventory of everything inside. Just in case. Ryleigh continued to stare at the ground nervously. “Want to keep kissing?” 

 

She blushed but nodded. We were soon facing one another on the couch. She really liked to use her lips for kissing. I followed her lead and stuck with that. Not touching her I had deja vu of the first girl I kissed. We were both foster kids. Just experimenting much like this. It never progressed beyond that. I was too immature to take it further.

 

Ryleigh was extra cute as she couldn’t figure out what to do with her hands. I grabbed them and moved them to my sides. My own began running along her sides and back. I ignored the strap of her bra. Just letting her go slow. 

 

Then I brought my tongue into the mix. You’d have thought I pulled out my dick. 

 

“What was that?” She asked. Catching her breath as she leaned back. 

 

“My tongue. It’s called a French kiss. Did you like it?” 

 

“I don’t know,” she said. I leaned forward. She began to pant as I got closer. Then we were kissing again. Only lips moving across one another’s. Then I slowly stuck my tongue in her lips. She jolted and stayed still. Slowly her tongue came out as well. 

 

When they touched, her body shook. Soon after we were making out. She was a quick study as our mouths did all the exploring. Lips and tongues tried new things as she moaned in my mouth. Ryleigh’s hands made fists as she got more and more into it. 

 

“Ryleigh!” A voice at the top of the stairs yelled. 

 

Ryleigh jolted back. Fear in her eyes. “Yes mom?!”

 

“What are you doing down there?”

 

“Hanging with my friend!”

 

“Well come up. Let me meet her!”

 

Ryleigh flushed. “Sorry.”

 

“No problem. We can continue tomorrow if you want,” I said. She blushed, but I could tell she liked that idea. 

 

We were quickly making our way up the stairs. Her mom was working in the kitchen. “Who made sandwiches?”

 

“I did,” I said. 

 

Turning around her mom gave me a weird look. Then her eyes widened. “Who are you?”

 

“I’m Russ Willard. I live up the street. I’m Ryleigh’s friend.”

 

“Ha,” the woman said. “She said she met a boy. I didn’t think she was telling the truth. I thought it was one of those punk girls.”

 

“Boy in the flesh. And you are?” 

 

“Sorry, Rose McGowan. Ryleigh’s favorite mom,” she said.

 

I could imagine who the butch was in the relationship. Rose was tall. Almost 6 feet tall. Her hair was buzzed and I could feel the strength in her grip as we shook hands. Her chest was all muscle and boobs. I stared for a little longer than appropriate. 

 

“Great to meet you,” I said. “Sorry if we woke you. Ryleigh was teaching me how to play pool.”

 

“Was she now?” Rose asked, eyeing her daughter. 

 

“Yep,” I said. “Anyway, I better get going. Will I see you tomorrow Ryleigh?” 

 

The dark haired girl looked up to her mom pleadingly. “She’d love to,” Rose answered. “Just keep it down. Good to meet you, Russ.”

 

I was soon out the door and jogging home.