Our godson, "Noah," was staying with us. He'd failed to pass one of his prerequisites and was not gonna graduate from college on time. His father, my friend, was furious. Noah was depressed and demoralized, and he'd come to stay with us for a few weeks to escape the tension at home.
Noah spent the first 72-hours with us sleeping. He'd emerge from our guest bedroom periodically for random meals, but mainly he slept like he hadn't slept in weeks. We left him pretty much alone.
I don't know how many loads of his laundry Daisy, my wife, did. He showed-up with everything he owned crammed into the back of his Mazda2. Nothing was really packed. All his clothes, his bedding, his books, his toiletries, etc. were all stuffed into a bunch of contractor-sized garbage bags.
I took his car to get serviced and detailed. He was overdue for an oil change by 3,500 miles. The guy who vacuumed his car found a forgotten bag of McDonald's take-out under the driver's seat and a vape pen between the passenger seat and the center console.
It took a little over a week, but gradually Noah began to open-up and come out of his shell. He settled-in and settled-down. We had a few really good conversations, unpacked some emotional stuff, discussed his options, talked to his advisor, etc. I knew we’d turned a corner when I came down one Saturday morning and found Noah watching my wife make breakfast.
He was sitting at the counter drinking coffee and watching my wife slice the green bits off the top of strawberries for their granola. All my wife was wearing was her underwear and a tank top - no bra. She was barefoot. Her big titties hung unsupported and jiggled and wiggled pendulously as she moved, her nipples standing proud against the tissue-thin fabric of her tank top. One side of her underwear had crept up into her buttcrack, revealing one cheek - rippled with cellulite.
They were chatting amiably, though Noah went mute and turned red-faced after I arrived, guiltily trying to hide his boner from me. I moved-over and calmly tugged Daisy’s underwear back down around her cheek as I kissed her Good Morning.
A couple days later... Daisy asked me, "Whoopsie, sweetheart... would you fire-up the hot tub?"
"Uh..." I said, "Okay."
Daisy, sensing something in my tone, said, "What?"
"Nothing," I said, "Nevermind."
"No. Something's wrong," Daisy said, "What is it?"
"Y'all are gonna wear swimsuits... right?"
“Swimsuits?” My wife scoffed, "In the hot tub? Whatever for?"
"Because..." I said, patiently, "It's inappropriate."
"Inappropriate?" Daisy said - puzzled, "It's... a hot tub."
"It's our godson!" I said, "Who is twenty-two years old."
"Well, yeah... but... it’s not like I'm going to fuck him."
I looked at her.
"I'm NOT!" She exclaimed, "Ew, Whoopsie... Jesus Christ."
I looked at her.
She looked back at me, but something flitted across her face and she turned away.
"Daisy..." I said.
"Well... he's just so depressed," She said, "Did he tell you his girlfriend dumped him?"
“Yes, sweetheart... he told me.”
“I just thought..."
“No,” I said.
“You don’t know what I was gonna say!”
“You’re gonna blow him,” I said.
Daisy blinked.
“You were gonna get him excited in the hot tub and then you were gonna blow him.”
Daisy crossed her arms defensively.
“It’s what you always do with our friends who’re going through rough times,” I said, “But Noah is our godson. It’s not appropriate.”
“It always cheers YOU up,” She said.
“Absolutely,” I said, “But Noah’s in a fragile mental state and I don’t think a blowjob from his godmother is gonna help him.”
“You don’t know that,” Daisy smirked confidently.
“NO!” I said, “It’s incestuous.”
“It is not.”
“Practically!”
“It’s NOT though,” Daisy said, “Not actually.”
“We changed his fucking diapers,” I said, “We’ve watched him grow-up..."
“He’s been naked with us before,” Daisy said.
“He was FOUR!”
“He used to cop a feel,” Daisy said, “Play with my nipples.”
“He was a CHILD, sweetheart! It was a phase,” I said, “His mother nursed him WAY too long”
“It’s just a blowjob,” Daisy said, “That’s not really even sex.”
“What the fuck... is your name Monica Lewinsky?”
“I blew his father.”
“Please... for the love of God... do NOT tell Noah that.”
“It was Mexico... right after Noah’s mother filed for..."
“I remember!”
“It seemed to help.”
“No,” I said, “Hate-Fucking you on the veranda at midnight is what helped.”
Daisy looked guilty, “I thought you were asleep.”
“You woke me up getting-out of bed,” I said, “I knew what you were up to. I heard you fucking. I got up and watched from the window.”
“You never said anything.”
I shrugged, “I’m saying something now.”
Daisy said, “You fucked his mother.”
“I did not... I went down on her.”
“SEE!?! There IS a difference!”
