[MF,fm] Julie and the kids [not much sex, but voy., mast. and ‘sextortion’] Part 1

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Fiction

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Julie and the kids.

As I sat at kitchen table surfing the web with the baseball game playing on the living room TV, I heard the first shouts between a man and a woman. I live in a semi-rural area, and have a 1/4 mile long driveway, so I don’t get too many unexpected visitors. Plus, it was raining outside pretty hard.

I walked to the door and looked outside. There was a tow truck driver just down my driveway a bit getting into a heated argument with a lady in a beat-up late ’80s station wagon.

I grabbed my coat and headed outside to see what this argument was about, and more importantly, why it was happening on my driveway.

As I got closer, I could hear what they were saying:

“Lady, look at the paperwork, it’s right here. You owe the money.”

“But I called last week and they said it was ok to make smaller payments.”

“Well, I don’t know nuthin about that. But this paperwork says you owe the money and that I have to repossess the car. Get your kids out and take whatever you want, because you aren’t getting this car back.”

This lady was standing in the rain getting soaked, and her two kids were looking out the window at her, wondering what was happening.

I honestly felt bad for her, without even knowing her story.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s going on here?”

The driver was the first to respond: “I am on a repossession job for A+ Used Car Sales. This lady is 6 months past due. She must have seen me coming, because she took off when i pulled into her lot. I chased her down to here, and I guess she thought she could get away on your driveway” he said, kind of laughing.

The women didn’t respond to me at all, but just said to the driver “What am i going to do with my kids? Can you at least take us to the womens shelter in Stubenville tonight?”

“No ma’am. Company policy is that no one is allowed to ride in the car being towed, or the truck.”

“How much does she owe on the car” I asked?

This was really the first time that she looked at me. She gave me a look trying to figure out if i was a threat to her, a nosy bystander, or what.

I sized her up too – she was 45 or so and looked like she was down on her luck – hair not done or cut in a while, not very clean. She wasn’t really obese, but probably had 25 extra pounds on her.

I’m not really sure what she evaluated me as, but she just said “Sorry to be on your property.”

The driver was getting impatient – probably due to standing in the rain arguing when he didn’t have to be. He opened up the back door and somewhat forcefully told the kids to get out of the car. Mom looked resigned and didn’t say anything to countermand his order, so the kids did as they were told and grabbed their backpacks and got out of the car.

The first kid out was a skinny boy about 10 years old, followed by his sister of about 12 years old.

“Wait,” I said “Do you have a place to go?”

It was clear she wasn’t really interested in sharing her life issues with a stranger, but did just sort of hang her head down and shake it “no” a bit.

I asked the driver again, “how much does she owe you?”

He looked at the paper and said “$650 for the car, plus $250 for the tow fee.” She said “but you haven’t towed me!”

“Don’t matter lady, once we accept the job and I locate your car, the fee applies. Even if you drive it to the lot yourself and hand over the keys, we still collect that.”

She finally turned to me and said “Look, do you have a covered porch or something we could put a few things on tonight to keep out of the rain? I will have a friend come over tomorrow and pick them up. It’ll just be one night, I promise.”

“What are you going to do tonight? It’s 8pm, and raining. I’ll be dark soon. You can’t walk with the kids on the side of the road. Is there someone to pick you up?” I asked.

“I can call a friend and see if she can pick us up. But…my cell service is disconnected. Do you have a phone in the house I can use?”

“Um, I guess so” I responded.

We unloaded some of their goods from the station wagon and put them on my porch. I got a tarp from the garage and covered things up.

The driver was happy to have them out of the car and had it hooked up on his tow rack in about 4 minutes. And soon as we shut the trunk, he took off down the driveway with the car in tow.

I had a coat on, but the woman had on just a tee shirt, which was thoroughly soaked. Her kids had helped without even a word of resistance, and were therefore just as wet from being out in the rain moving bags and boxes onto the porch.

“OK, this stuff will be fine now. Get yourselves inside and dry off. I’ll get a phone for you.”

The mom wasn’t much to look at, being a little chubby and all. She appeared to have some nice tits, probably size C or D.

Even though the daughter was only 12, I was enjoying checking her out. She didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but was wearing a white tee shirt which was soaked, so her pink bra showed through clearly. I couldn’t see her nipples unfortunately, but just knowing that I was seeing through her tee shirt was kind of a cheap thrill.

We all went in and I went straight to the laundry room to get some extra towels. I tossed one to each of them. They all happily dried their hair while standing in my kitchen.

“The phone is there on the wall. Do you have the number?”

“Yes, I think I remember it. My phone is fucking useless now.”

She called one number but there was apparently no answer. She then dialed a second. “Oh, sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number.” She hung up the phone and began to cry quietly.

“I can’t remember anyone elses phone number to call. I only have two friends who would even help me out tonight, but I can’t reach either of them.”

“Listen,” I said. “Um, what is your name, by the way?”

“Julie”

“Julie, I’m Mark. Nice to meet you. I have an extra bedroom. It’s late, it’s raining, you can’t get a hold of anyone. Just get yourselves some dry clothes and sleep here tonight.”

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“Look, do you have many other choices? The doorknob locks from the inside if that’s what you are worried about.”

I think that actually *was* what she was worried about, because she look a little relieved when she realized that she and her kids would have some safety staying in a strangers house.

“There is a guest bathroom. Take the kids up and get them dried off. Shower if you want. I’ll get the airmattress out. There is a double bed, but someone will need the airmattress.”

Julie and the kids headed up stairs while I wondered how strange it was that I went from a quiet bachelors life 90 minutes ago, and now i have three extra guests.

I brought an empty clothes basket upstairs and put it outside the bathroom door. I knocked and then said “I’ll put everything in the dryer, just put it here in the basket once you’re done.”

The kids showered and get some PJs on and went straight into the bedroom. Julie then followed and showered. She came downstairs carrying the laundry basket of wet clothes. “Can I put these in the dryer?” she asked.

“Oh, let me do it. The dial gets a little flaky unless you turn it just right.” I lied. I really just wanted to see if either mom or daughter had left their underwear in the basket.

“Ok, thanks Mark. I do appreciate you letting us stay tonight.” She handed me the basket and turned to go sit at the kitchen table.

I loaded up the pants and shirts into the dryer and then saw what I was hoping for – a pink bra and smallish gray underwear. I dropped them on the floor in front of the basket, between it and the dryer. It’d look like they just slipped down there if Julie were to look, but I knew that I could retrieve them in a few minutes when I had a chance.

I sat down at the table with Julie and she said thanks again, and endup sharing some of her story with me.

Her estranged husband left her (and the kids, whose names I learned are Shane and Taylor) about a year ago. The apartment, car, and accounts were all in his name. When he left, those things either left too, or started to evaporate. Julie was able to move to another apartment for a few months on her small paycheck, but she ended up living in the car with the kids. That too, it became apparent to me earlier in the evening, is now gone too.

She had a job waiting tables, but her hours were cut down pretty low and she wasn’t even on a regular shift anymore. She was more of a substitute than anything else. They just called her with a couple of hours notice and expected her to be there ready to go whenever they needed her.

I empathized with her situation, and tried to reassure her that when things are at rock-bottom, they can only get better. I’m not sure that she really believed that, but I think she liked having someone to talk with. I’m still not sure that she really trusted me yet, but was opening up more and more.

After about an hour of chatting, she said that the kids should be asleep and she was going to head up as well. I responded that I was too, and that I was going to shower and then go to bed.

I locked up and went to quickly look at the underwear I had discovered. The bra was super cute. It had a little padding to it, which probably explained why I couldn’t see any nipple earlier in spite of the fact that everything was soaking wet. I ran the cups through my fingers.

Next were the panties. They looked clean (ie, weren’t stained) and I wondered if she had even started getting her period yet. I held them up to my nose and inhaled. It was a different kind of smell than I expected, but it was intoxicating and I was delighted to think where this underwear was just an hour ago.

I quickly added these items to the others that were in the dryer and went upstairs.

A few minutes after I finished my shower there was a knock on the door.

“Um, come in” I responded a little reluctantly from my bed.

Julie came in wearing a long tee shirt. She shut the door after her.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Um, I was thinking that you really helped us out of a big jam tonight. All our worldly belongings – and us – could have been on the side of the road soaking wet. Just letting us stay here tonight has been a big help.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I just wanted you all to get started on the right foot tomorrow.”

She was quiet for a second, then said “Do you want a blowjob or something as a thank you?”

I sort of half choked, half laughed.

“Well, I don’t really feel that you are obligated. I only let you use my hot water and my otherwised unused guest room. It’s not a big deal.”

“Sure, but you have been very nice to a lady with a couple of kids who show up randomly on your doorstep in the rain. I don’t have much I can repay you with, but I can give good head.”

“Are your kids asleep?”

“Yeah, they have had a stressful day. They are sound asleep.”

“OK, if you’d like to suck my dick, who am I to say no?”

I pulled down my shorts and my semi-hard dick poped out. She hopped up on the bed and grabbed it.

“Mmm you have a nice looking cock.”

She went down on me like a pro. I suspect that she’s given her share of head in the past, and perhaps even “thanked” guys like this before.

I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months, and hadn’t even masturbated in 48 hours, so i ended up cumming pretty easily. She didn’t swallow my load and just let it all dribble out of her mouth onto my dick and balls as she made eye contact with me.

She stroked me until all my cum was out and I was soft.

“Mmm, thanks. That was a nice thank you. Guess I have to go shower again.”

“No, let me clean you up. It was my fault that you are all slimy. Let me fix it.”

She hopped up and went into my bathroom where she ran the warm water and got a hand towel nice and wet.

“Ok, let me wipe you down”

She ran the towel all over my dick and got the cum out of my pubic hair.

“Ok, pull your knees back to your chest so i can get your balls”

I love to feel vulnerable, and this position was just such a position. She ran the towel all around my balls and over my asshole.

I groaned a little when she ran over my asshole.

“Oh, you like that?”

“Always have.” She smiled.

She finished wiping me down, took my cock in her mouth one last time, then said “Ok, i need to get to bed. Thanks again for your help. Hope you enjoyed the thank you.”

“Sure did. Glad I could help you all out.”

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