Desperate Housewives belongs to ABC Studios and Cherry Productions. This story
is not-for-profit but I own it.
Warnings: Graphic violence, voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex,
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Summary: Susan speaks to her son in front of a video camera and tells him about
how she met his father and the sexual pleasure they both shared after she placed
herself in front of a giant teddy bear that was Julie's.
Other Notes: This AU story is an answer to one of PEJA's Story/Word Prompt
Challenges and based on a picture entitled 'Huggable' by an artist named Anthony
Dedication: Merry Christmas to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2008
Desperate Housewives: Might Be Old Enough
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
Hi, Sweetie. It's me. Your mommy. I have a feeling that you might be old enough
to start asking yourself what your parents are like and what else would I be
allowed to learn about them. Well, since that's the case, I might as well go
ahead and start with introducing myself to you. Before you were born, my name
was Susan Mayer and I had moved myself to a house on Wisteria Lane which happens
to be within the Eagle State town of Fairview with my first husband, Karl Mayer
and your half-sister, Julie while she was just a cute little baby girl.
Anyway, after we had moved ourselves into the neighborhood, I had became so glad
that in spite of the fact that bad luck would sometimes follow me wherever I go
or whatever I do, I still am able to make some really good friends here in
Wisteria Lane. . . even if one of those newfound friends turns out to be a real
blonde man-stealing bitch named Edie Britt.
So anyway, both Karl and I had been living with Julie until something on one of
his out-of-town trips had caused Karl to change into a real pain-in-the-ass
prick, move himself out of our house and leave me with the task of raising Julie
alone. THANKS FOR NOTHING, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! Ahem, sorry about that. I really
didn't mean you, MJ. I was actually saying that to the one man who I had the
pleasure of removing from my live by getting a divorce!
So, as soon as Julie had grown into a young and beautiful teenage girl and a
sudden case of blackmail had forced one of my dear sweet neighbors to place a
loaded gun to her head, pull the trigger and shoot herself dead in the head at
point blank range, a nice handsome male hunk whose name happens to be Mike
Delfino had moved himself into the neighborhood and already, I had gotten some
competition from Edie for your father's affections.
But even though it had taken me a long while to do it, I was finally able to win
your father's heart and we were both married in a wonderful small ceremony. Just
Mommy, Daddy and the good father with Julie as our main witness. Anyway, about
sometime after that, you were born and even though I had thought that your
father's choice for your first name was stupid at first, he had told me that he
had wanted you to be named Maynard -- I know, Sweetie. I know -- is because he
had wanted his late grandfather's name to be passed on to you and I'm sorry to
say that Maynard is still your first name anyway.
But since you also want to know about where you were conceived, I guess that I
might as well go ahead and start telling you a story that had began on one late
December morning for you see, that was when your dad had finally finished taking
his shower, wrapped a towel around his bare-ass naked body, stepped out of the
bathroom and said, "Okay, Susan! I'm done with my shower! Bathroom's all yours!"
But as soon as he had received no answer from me, your dad had walked himself
over to the opened attic door, walked up the stairs and noticed that I was
standing in only a powder blue bathrobe and in front of all of Julie's old toys
that I had taken out of some boxes and laid down on the attic floor which had
caused him to place his concerned hand on my shoulder and ask, "What's wrong,
Susan? Are you feeling okay? "
And of course, that had caused me to turn my eyes toward your dad, let out a
sigh and answer, "Look, Mike. I know that we should try to keep it simple with
giving Tom and Lynette one of Julie's old toys for Preston and the Scavo twins
to enjoy playing this holiday season. But there are still some lingering
memories attached to these toys. It really is so hard to choose which toy I
should give the Scavos and let that toy go. "
"I know, Susan. It's just like over at the Hodge house where Orson had told me
that even though Bree had left Andrew out in the middle of nowhere because she
had enough of him causing her so much grief, she was still unable to let go of
him because she still loves him with all of her heart. ", that was what your dad
had said to me before I had taken a deep breath, placed my gentle hand on top of
his and said, "And if I'm not mistaken, it's the same way at the Solis house
with Gabrielle and Carlos. So, which one of these toys do you think we should
give to the Scavos?"
But then, after he had looked and pointed at the giant teddy bear in a corner
and asked, "What about that King Kong sized teddy bear over there? That looks
like it's big enough for Preston and the twins to share. ", I had looked at the
same bear that your dad had pointed at and said, "Oh, no! Not Ruxby! We can't do
that! He's still so soft and huggable!"
But as soon as I had looked at your father's eyes and noticed that he was unable
to believe me, I had walked myself over to Ruxby, placed myself in front of him
and said, "Oooohhhh, yeeeeaaaahhhh. He still is so very soft. How about it,
Mike? Don't you want to come over here and see how soft Ruxby is?" before I had
opened my robe and started pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet
pussy and caressing my own tits with the other hand.
And then, after he had looked at me with a small smile on his face, removed the
towel and began stroking his stiff cock right in front of me, your dad had moved
himself closer, kissed me ever so deep and passionately on the lips and began
licking all over my nude body--all the way down to my hot and steamy cunt and
caressing my firm breasts before I had placed my hands on his bare shoulders and
said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Mike! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
Then, after I had slipped off the robe and your dad had turned himself around
and allowed me to start sucking on his stone hard dick, we had both suddenly
realized that we were still able to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing
the one thing that we had already experienced on our honeymoon which happens to
be pure and untamed sexual pleasure.
And of course, that was before your dad had placed his stiff cock inside my
asshole, started blowing his hot breath on the nape of my bare neck and used
each of his hands to caress both my stiff mounds and hot, moist snatch just in
time for me to place one of my hands on his bare shoulder and the other hand on
his bare arm and yell at the top of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT,
MIKE! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
And after the both of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and
continued to do so until we had both finally came and collapsed due to
exhaustion, I had placed my hand on your dad's bare shoulder, looked at him with
a small smile on my lips and asked, "Well, Mike? How did you enjoy your
Christmas present? I mean, I know that I should've gotten you something from
Macy's, J.C. Penny or even Sears."
But just as I was about to say one more word to him, your dad had let out a
small chuckle, looked at me with a small smile on his face and said, "You want
to know something, Susan. I think that we had -- in a way -- given each other
the exact same holiday gift. And I also know that I should've gotten you
something at Victoria's Secret. But I agree that what we had experienced was a
nice enough Christmas present anyway." before we had snuggled ourselves up to
each other and fallen asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
But to tell you the truth, we had soon discovered that we had another wonderful
holiday gift and it was you, MJ. That's right, Sweetie. It's no joke. You really
are our very own Christmas angel. Oh, and as for Ruxby the giant teddy bear,
both your dad and I had decided to give it to the Scavo kids anyway. It's just
that your dad and I had agreed to keep what we had experienced on that poor bear
to ourselves and that is because of the fact that if both Tom and Lynette were
able to find out about that, they would really go through the roof. So, could
you please do me and your dad a favor and keep your mouth shut about what I had
just said? We would really appreciate it.