Disclaimers: As with almost all my stories, each and every character in this tale resides in the deep recesses of my mind. If they are lucky enough to partake in sexual stuff, they are over 18. If I use the name of a real person, its just for authenticity. Onto my story.
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What the hell am I doing? I’m closing in on my 50th birthday, and I’m actually thinking about dating a man barely older than both of my daughters, and a white man, to boot. You see, I’m a black woman, who some would call plus sized. I’m nearly 5’10” and I won’t give you the satisfaction of admitting my weight.
Let me try to explain. I’m Karen Brown, I have been a widow for just over three years, after after 24 wonderful years of marriage to Louis Brown, who played professional baseball for 20 seasons. The last 16 of those seasons in Seattle. Three years ago, Louis lost his battle with brain cancer. It cut his career short, as well as his life.
We both grew up in Tyler, Texas, and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Growing up, all we ever heard was Tyler was the home town of Earl Campbell, the best running back ever to come out of this area, if not the entire state of Texas.
Louis and I went to the same high school, with him being three years ahead of me. I knew from the first time I saw him, both in class and on the baseball field, that he was the man for me.
It took until my senior year, and his third season in the minor leagues, for him and I to finally start dating. Oh, be sure there were many others in my school who wanted to date me, but mostly, what they wanted was to get into my panties.
Each fall, when baseball season ended, and he came back to town, we would start dating. He turned out to be the most romantic, kind man I’d ever known. For two years, we dated, with our time limited to the off season. When he made the major leagues, he played for the Texas Rangers, so he wasn’t that far from me.
It was at the end of his second season, we got married, at our little church, in Tyler. My parents were ecstatic, as my older brother was living in St. Louis, with his wife and two children.
Let me tell you a little about Louis. We couldn’t have been more opposite. Where I was considered chunky, he was 6’3″ and didn’t weigh an ounce over 170. But, he could hit a baseball. For average, as well as for power.
Signing with the Texas Rangers right out of high school, he quickly made his way to the Majors. We married just as he was promoted to the big leagues.
Two years later, our daughter, Kathy was born. 18 months later, Andrea joined out family. Louis was so proud of his little girls, to the point of telling his teammates, they would be the first girls to play in the major leagues.
It was at the end of his fourth season, he was having problems with the Manager, and the team traded him to Seattle. At first, Louis was pissed, saying all it did in Seattle was rain. In fact, it turned out to be the best move in our lives.
Not only did we learn to love Seattle’s weather, his career blossomed. The city fell in love with him, as much as we fell in love with the area.
Our girls thrived in the suburban school district we lived in. No, neither of them played softball, or any other sport. Dad got over the lack of sports activities, as soon as he saw the straight A report cards.
As his salary grew, we both sat down with a financial adviser, and started planning for our future, knowing baseball wouldn’t last forever.
With Louis concentrating on his career, I was in charge of our family’s finances. I did my research, and let our advisor, Henry Robbins, guide us to financial security.
Fast forward to the fateful year that led to the end of our marriage. In Spring Training, Louis started seeing double. At first, he just said that he was getting old, and maybe needed glasses.
His first visit to an eye specialist, found it wasn’t his age, but a ‘spot’ behind one eye. After consulting with more specialized doctors at the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, a world class facility, they found a tumor right above his eye, in his brain.
For the next two years, he fought a brave fight. He walked both our daughters down the aisle. He saw our first grandchild born. And, he never once complained.
We all knew the enormous amount of pain he was in, but he never let us know how he suffered. His smile would return with our grandson bouncing on his knee.
It was just ten days after our second grandson was born that his body just gave up. We had long before decided he would be buried in our adopted city, in the same cemetery as many notables, such as Bruce Lee.
His funeral was one of the largest Seattle had seen for quite some time. Major League Baseball was well represented, with players from many teams attending.
Standing right behind us was our financial advisor, Henry and his family. His son, Michael, came over to our family and told us all how sorry his family was. I didn’t even realize how old Michael was, still thinking of him as a toddler, we knew as a child, with our girls. I had to remember our girls were both married.
Over the next two plus years, I managed to keep living, like Louis had wanted me to. I did, however refrain from dating, knowing what most of the offers I was receiving wanted. Once, or twice, I went on dates, only to end up telling these money hungry leachers to back off.
I couldn’t believe some of these men, in their 50’s, had their hands all over my body, as soon as we were alone. After a few of these encounters, I finally decided to stop dating, altogether. Both my daughters tried telling me not to give up, but when I told them some of the shit I had happen, they sort of agreed.
Over this two plus year period, they would accompany me to the financial guy’s office. They both, with their husbands, let Michael help with their own finances. Once, when we were all leaving, Kathy said, sort of off handedly, “if I weren’t happily married, I’d jump that man’s bones!”
Hearing that, I turned beet red.
When Andrea echoed her sister’s comment, I just stared at both of them.
“You two are crazy,” I told them both.
“Mom, haven’t you ever seen that man’s crotch, with that piece of kosher meat?”
“Are you telling me you’re a crotch watcher?”
“Mom, some of the pants he wears are a bit tight, besides, if he’s showing, I’m looking!”
Getting back to our cars, I finally remembered his father inviting us to the boy’s Bar Mitzvah. I thought it was just a short time ago, but I did some figuring, and realized it was 14 years ago, and Michael was now just 27. Even thinking about this made me feel like a cradle thief.
As January rolled around, I got the phone call of a lifetime. When I saw the caller ID, and it said, BBWA, I sort of knew what was happening. Louis had been voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Hearing the committee chair telling me this, I couldn’t stop crying, as well as thanking them. Within minutes, the local media, plus the Mariner’s owners were on the phone to me. I literally didn’t know whether to shit, or go blind.
My girls, sons-in-law, and grandkids were all at my house, for dinner. I just sat back, listening to them talk about our trip back to Cooperstown, for the ceremony, this coming August.
The very first call I got the following morning was from Michael Robbins, telling me how proud his parents were, also how honored he was just knowing him.
As we talked for another few minutes, I just felt comfortable talking with this fine, young man.
Over the next few months, we met several times, with him telling me about some changes to my portfolio, and explaining these changes, in depth.
On a sunny, Spring afternoon, out of the blue, Michael quietly asked if I would have dinner with him, one night. I was sort of stunned, but told him I’d check my calendar, and get back to him. Getting up, when our meeting finished, he leaned over, whispering that he hoped I had a free evening, and lightly kissed my cheek.
Oh, my God, just that little brush of his lips on my cheek, sent my blood pressure upwards. As he held the door for me, I thanked him for the invite, and left, on shaky legs.
When I got back home, I called both my girls and told them what transpired. After calming them both down, telling them he didn’t invite me to bed, only dinner, we all started listing the pros and cons.
“He’s white,” I said.
“So what?” I heard in stereo.
“He’s barely older than you both,” I countered.
“He looks older,” Kathy interjected.
“Girls, he barely shaves!”
They both had to admit I was right about his baby face, and even though he was over 6 feet tall, and a good 180 or 185, he still had that baby face. Cute, but young looking.
It took three more days for me to finally text him my yes, and told him Saturday would be fine.
“God, what have I done?”
When he picked me up, that Saturday, he gave me a nice hug, and another light kiss. This one on my lips. Wow, did that feel nice. It was all I could do to stop myself from dragging him into my front room and jump his sexy bones.
Driving to dinner, he very quietly told me his parents were not overly thrilled. Was it because I was older and black? Nope. It was because I wasn’t Jewish. His older sister’s husband was Jewish, and their two kids were being raised that, too.
I do have to admit that dinner went far better than I ever would have imagined. Getting up to leave, and helping me on with my coat, he whispered in my ear. “I don’t expect to be invited in for a nightcap, and I’m OK with that.”
“What if I’m not OK with you declining,” I said, with my head on his shoulder.
Standing next to his car, he took my face in both hands and gave me the nicest kiss I’d had in all the time since my love had passed away.
“Jesus, Mike, we’d best get going before I do something in this parking lot that just might embarrass us, both.”
One more very deep kiss, with his hands holding onto my behind, and holding me close enough to feel his growing bulge.
“If you promise to behave, I might be tempted to invite you in for a nightcap,” I breathed.
“And if I don’t behave?” he grinned.
I had a pretty good idea what just might happen. With a white man young enough to be my son, no less.
By the time we arrived at my house, my entire body was shaking like a wind blown tree. I truly needed his strong hands helping me out of his car. Again, he kissed me, this time with his tongue doing a bit of jousting with mine. Fuck me, my toes were tingling. And that wasn’t the only part of my body that was tingling.
It took two or three steps into my front room, when my coat was tossed aside. His hands had a very nice grip on my curvaceous buns, and his even harder bulge was pressed up against its eventual target.
I just turned, and led him upstairs to my bedroom. A bedroom that had been empty for far too long.
Without a word being spoken, my trembling hands tried unbuttoning his shirt, without success. His hands were very successful freeing me from my blouse.
Unhooking my bra, I tried covering my breasts, when he gently moved my arms away, just mouthing the word, beautiful. When he leaned down, taking one engorged nipple in his mouth, I had to hang on, for fear of falling over.
By body was on fire. We eased ourselves onto my bed, with him lowering both his briefs and my dripping wet panties. Even in the dark, I could feel his size. I silently prayed I was ready for the first cock, beside my husband’s in many, many years.
Rolling me onto my back, he gently rubbed his manhood up and down my slit. I was so ready, I almost cried. And when his cock slid inside my body, I just started shaking, over and over.
Kissing each nipple, very softly, I whispered in his ear, “faster, if you know what’s good for you.”
My God, could he fuck! For what seemed like hours, he thrusted deep inside my very core. Just when my third, or fourth orgasm wracked my body, I felt his offering erupt deep inside my pussy.
“Hold me, please, Michael, just hold me.”
“My pleasure, my dear Karen.”
He did hand me some tissues so I wouldn’t leak all over where we would try to get some sleep.
When we both finished our clean up, we just laid next to each other, looking into our eyes.
“You’re my first, Michael, I want you to know. White man, I mean.”
“I hope you’ll want an encore,” he said, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.
“Let’s just rest, and talk about what just happened, OK?”
He just nodded his head, with one hand softly massaging my breast, causing my blood to start rising, again.
“Easy, cowboy, you don’t want this old lady to wear out so fast,” I grinned.
“I want you to know, I don’t think of you as an old lady,” he told me.
“You know I have grandchildren, don’t you?”
“So?”
I just buried my head in his neck and relished the feel of his hands softly caressing my boobs. With one hand, he started down my body, making my skin feel like it was on fire. When he got to my mound, I just opened my legs like the woman in need, that I was.
His mouth soon followed his hand, as I braced for something I hadn’t had done to me in many years. When his kisses reached my bush, I was quivering with anticipation. When his moist tongue touched my lips I gasped, but I held his head in place. As he nibbled my clit, I nearly exploded. As he continued, I felt two fingers enter where his cock had just been.
I reached over, taking his already stiff cock in my mouth, licking the head like a lolly pop. A third finger found its way inside my soaking wet pussy.
Just as I thought nothing could get better, he took his fingers out of my pussy, and very gently pushed one inside my behind.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Michael, fuck me!”
He then rolled onto his back, and moved me right on top of him, impaling me on his rock hard manhood. With my boobs bouncing right over him, he took one nipple in his mouth, inhaling it, making my entire body shake. The more his thrusting continued, the more my body shook. Just when I thought my body couldn’t take any more, I came harder than I could ever remember. Along with my earth changing orgasm, he let loose another stream after stream of white hot cum.
Trying to catch my breath, I just stared into his dark blue eyes, and whispered, “fantastic!”
When I felt his offering start leaking out of my very satisfied pussy, I started to get up, telling him I didn’t want him to get covered by his own stuff.
He just held me, gently, when I realized I was softly crying. Michael just held me, lovingly.
“I hope those are tears of joy, my dear Karen.”
“They are, believe me, but I have a lot of emotions I have to deal with, and reconcile.”
“Can I help?”
Kissing him softly on his lips, I told him tomorrow is another day.
After a well deserved shower, we fell into bed. As we were cuddling, I felt him getting hard, again, so I whispered, “not in this lifetime, Tarzan, do you want to cripple me?”
Smiling, we rolled to our own sides of the bed and fell asleep. Once, when I felt my body right next to him, I made a conscious decision not to wake him. God knows how badly I wanted to.
Just an hour or so later, I felt him right next to me. My lord, he was hard as a rock, pressing up against my backside. When his hand cupped my breast, I almost came, right then.
I wiggled my rear, just an inch, or two, which I hoped signaled my acceptance. His fingers started rolling my now rock hard nipple, and he started nibbling at one ear. I was a goner. As he started running his hand up and down my side, I reached back, touching the tip of his rock hard sex.
As his kisses went from my breast to my tummy, and farther down to my mound, I started slowly rubbing his cock. I rolled over, facing him, to be greeted by his very warm kisses. I raised one leg, allowing his manhood into the target we both wanted.
Oh, fuck me, he was fucking me slowly, laying on our sides. He whispered in my ear to move to another position. On all fours, he moved behind me, with my head on the pillow, and his hands on my hips. As he started picking up his pace, he took one thumb and after wetting it, slowly inserted it into my behind. My God, that felt good.
After what seemed like an eternity, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, I felt him tense up and unleash another torrent of hot baby making stuff. I was both physically and mentally exhausted.
After yet another cleanup, I had to tell him, enough, is enough. With just one or two more deep kisses, we finally went to sleep. For the rest of the night.
When I finally woke up, he was just laying on his side, grinning at me.
“Hello, Miss sleepy head!”
“Hello, yourself, Mr. big shot.”
“Can I make us some breakfast?”
“Not yet, Michael, I think we need to have a discussion about us.”
“OK, whatever you want, your wish is my command.”
After our morning clean up, we went into her kitchen, just to talk, and have some coffee.
Taking his hands in mine, I started slowly.
“Michael, I want you to know just how much I truly loved our escapades, last night. And in the middle of the night.”
Stopping to catch my breath, I continued.
“I hope you don’t think, if we do continue seeing each other, we are doing that, every night!”
“Can I ask if you want to continue seeing me, Karen?”
“Against my initial concerns, I think I really do. With that being said, we do have many things to discuss, don’t we?”
“Yes, and please let me start. Ever since you and Louis brought your two kids to my Bar Mitzvah, I’ve been silently in love with you. I never wished any harm to come to your husband, and I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m trying to replace him. I hope I’m expressing myself clearly.”
“I hope you know, before I make any major decision, I need to talk with my family.”
Getting up, I led Michael to the front door, and let him take me in his loving arms and give me yet another scorching kiss.
“Call me, please, either way, after you talk with your kids. I think you should know, my love for you isn’t so silent, anymore.”
With that, he was out the door. My panties weren’t the only wet things on my body, as tears were starting in both eyes. I just hugged myself, and made my way to the phone. I needed to talk with my family.
The entire next day, my girls, their husbands and I talked. I told them most of what transpired between Michael and me, and none of them thought any the worse of me. Both girls actually thought I’d never be in that situation, ever again. They were excited that this had happened. The fact that Michael was their own age bothered them, just a little, and none of them were concerned about him being white.
All during our talking, I did have to take time to play with my four grandkids.
The following day, I was too emotionally wiped to get together with Michael. I did text him, asking him for dinner, the next evening.
He fully understood, and told me he was looking forward to dinner. What he wasn’t aware of, yet, was all the rest of what we discussed, long into the evening.
Greeting my love at the door with a more than casual kiss, I just clung to his neck, returning his kiss, and allowed his hands to hold onto my butt.
“Let’s sit and talk, please,” I said, wondering where I should start.
I could see just how nervous he was, so I started talking.
“Mike, I want you to know just how much my family adores you. Not as much as I do, but quite a lot.”
Taking a hugh sigh, I continued.
“We need to discuss several things. First, we want you to come to Cooperstown, with us, this August.”
“Oh, Karen, that’s for your family. Oh, shit, is that your way of telling me you want me to be part of your family?”
I just nodded, and continued.
“When I asked them what they thought of you coming with us, they all said you belonged with us, celebrating Louis’s induction.”
“Second, they are all coming over to join us tonight, so act surprised, please.”
With that, I moved closer, taking his face in my hands and kissing those adorable lips. His hands were already inside my bra, massaging my aching nipples.
A quick aside, here. I thought there wasn’t a man on earth who would love my nearly 50 year old, saggy boobs, as much as this wonderful, young man now causing my very sensitive nipples to grow to their full size.
Just as he started to remove my bra, we heard car doors closing, and in my front door came Kathy, Charles and their two wonderful kids. Shit!
We both had just enough time to be completely dressed as the two little ones came running into my house.
I was so embarrassed. Mike turned a bright crimson, too.
It was Charles who, after giving me a hello kiss on the cheek, told Mike to try to control himself. This was said with a huge grin, and a mock punch on the shoulder.
Next, Andrea, Ed and their two came marching in. Seeing us dressed but red in the face, we both were given icy stares from my family.
Dinner was our typical, noisy dinner, with my family doing what families do, when gathering for happy occasions.
After dinner, the little ones were engrossed watching some movie my daughters had brought to occupy them, when we got down to our discussion.
“Mike, if you and mom are going to be an item, Andrea and I have been talking, with her knowledge, and want to propose something for you to think about,” Kathy started.
I looked over and Mike looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
Andrea continued.
“No matter what your relationship evolves into, we don’t consider you our dad. But, we’ve all considered the fact that you just might want a child if your own.”
I thought Mike was going to fall off the sofa he was on, next to me.
“Here’s the deal, lover boy, you know mom doesn’t have the equipment needed to complete the deal, so to speak, so Kathy and I are thinking of being a surrogate for you two.”
My tears were starting, and Mike just hugged me, and couldn’t even form a word.
Before he could say anything, after overcoming the initial shock, both Charles and Ed told him, there was no way he was going to climb in the sack with my daughters, their wives.
“I don’t even know what to say to all of you. Karen and I haven’t really discussed children, yet, and here you are all proposing this option. Can I ask which of you two would carry any prospective child?”
As they all looked at each other, I looked at Mike right in the eyes and quietly told him, “they both want to, if that’s OK with you. But they are also exploring the option of implanting a fertilized egg into me, and for me to carry our child.”
“Holy shit, this is quite a lot to take in,” he mumbled.
I told him this wasn’t happening, this very minute, but my girls had talked at length with their husbands, and they all came up with this offer. I had to admit to him, that this was their idea, but when they told me, I just couldn’t wait to tell the man I was falling deeply in love with.
The rest of the evening was spent doing regular family things. We all noticed how well Mike got along with all four little ones, playing on the floor with them all.
Seeing this, both my girls whispered to me, this was a right decision to make. I had to decide if I was capable of caring for a baby, or babies, all over, again. Did I want this so Mike could have a child of his own? Wow, did we have a lot to discuss.
When everyone had left, and we were just sitting, by ourselves, Mike quietly said, “I hope you know that I love you with, or without children of our own, so, please don’t do this thinking I need a biological child to complete us. Yes, it would be nice, and, yes I love children, but this is your decision, too, so lets discuss all the pros and cons.”
I barely heard him finish, as my mouth was slowly bobbing up and down his magnificent manhood. I did manage to mumble something like, uh hum, as his cock nearly touched my esophagus.
When his tongue touched my clit, with two fingers sliding into my backside, any discussion was put on hold. This was the softest, most sensual love making we had done. Nothing hurried. Gentle touching. Soft kissing. As his cock filled my mouth, a very gently put one finger into his own back door. I couldn’t believe the guttural sounds of pleasure I heard.
When we finally finished, after nearly an hour of love making, we just looked at each other, with my lover saying we both had to be 100% sure of this move.
“I would never have brought it up, if I weren’t, my dear,” I said, with a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon.
We just spent the rest of the night, cuddled up with each other.
In the morning, as Mike was getting ready for work, I just nuzzled up against him and quietly told him he’d make a great daddy. We both had these silly grins, but mine lasted all day.
It took several tests to let us all know, with modern science, I could have a fertilized embryo implanted in my womb, with a far better than average chance of success. All we had to do is wait for one of my daughters to have a few eggs harvested.
Now, once that was finished, I had the task of informing my soon to be husband, yes we were getting married, know he had to abstain for a few days, to help insure a great specimen.
Just to add a bit of humor in this very scientific procedure, he did tell me, on our way to the Doctor’s office, that he hadn’t jerked off in so long, he hoped he remembered how to do it. I just stared at him, telling my clown, he best give them something extraordinary to work with.
Out of practice, or not, it didn’t take all that long to produce the desired results. I wonder if his phone having a very descriptive video of me narrating the proper use of an eight inch dildo, complete with the obligatory close ups taken just the night before his adventure.
The following morning, a fertilized egg was implanted in my womb, with all of us now sitting on pins and needles, awaiting the results.
It took less than four weeks for all of us to receive the fantastic news that Mike and I would become parents in just over seven plus months.
Just as our family was preparing our trip to New York, we found out the baby I was carrying, was a boy.
The elation we were all experiencing was very very evident.
As we all ascended on Cooperstown, with my speech gone over many times, with me hoping to get through it, with a minimum of tears.
With Louis being the only posthumous inductee, we went first. With our daughters right by my side, I started my well prepared speech. I had a minimum of stoppage, but as I was coming to my finish, I put away my prepared speech, and ended with my own addition. I should say, my kids knew, but Michael did not.
“I want to conclude this amazing Honor, with my final acknowledgement. This one is for my two new additions to my family. Michael, would you please come up here. This is my amazing husband, Mike, and this is our son, who will be making an appearance in about four months, or so.” As I said this, I did open the light blazer I was wearing, showing my growing baby bump. This got almost as big a cheer as anything in my speech.
Mike and I just held each other, basking in our glory. I can’t tell you how many of the wives there, came up to me, saying how impressed they were with us having this baby. There was absolutely no comment of either race or age differences.
All the way home, we couldn’t get enough of each other, plus all the attention from the entire family.
Over this entire period, Mike’s parents slowly came on board with our new addition. Was it the idea that Henry would get to hold another grandson for his ‘cut’, or just the fact that his son was over the moon happy?
As my due date neared, my Doctor informed me I might not carry full term. I welcomed this information, as I had long forgotten how uncomfortable a tiny being in my womb can be. Whatever position I was in, he seemed to he right against my bladder, causing me to have to pee about 200 times a day.
You young, childless girls out there, don’t let this old broad dissuade you from having children, as the end result is well worth a few extra trips to the john.
The time was upon us. I yanked Mike out of bed, telling him little Louis wanted out. Yes, Mike convinced me our son was to be names Louis.
Off we went to the hospital. Getting prepped, one of the nurses getting me ready, who looked about 15 years old, started to say something, when I interrupted, telling her she best not comment on my age.
After just under an hour, Louis Brown Robbins entered our world. Nearly 8 pounds and 20 inches long. Just a hint of dark brown hair, and very dark brown eyes.
With Mike holding my hands, listening to our son expressing his displeasure of being out of the warmth he was in for nearly nine months, he was finally placed in my arms.
We were greeted by a huge yawn, and his wide eyed look at the two of us.
“Louis, that beautiful man is your daddy, and he will give you anything you ever ask for.”
Mike just put one finger into Louis’s hand letting his tiny fingers grip daddy’s large one. I could see the tears welling in Mike’s eyes, and I knew they wouldn’t be the last.
As I got settled in a bed for my short stay, just holding our son, I placed him on my chest, opening my gown, watching him slowly start to nurse.
“You can tell your daddy that he isn’t touching these for at least six months, my sweet little boy.”
As happy as we both were, sex was the absolute last thing on our minds. With Mike taking two weeks off of work, I was elated at all the help he provided.
It seems as if some local news reporter wanted more information about this 50 year old mother giving birth. The reporter wouldn’t come right out and ask either of us, so we just let her think she knew everything. In fact, she didn’t know shit.
For the two weeks Mike spent helping me, until I fully remembered what my duties were, we only allowed our family to visit. Both my daughters loved helping, too, as did my sons-in-law. Both did balk at changing diapers.
The absolute highlight of this time, was one afternoon when the entire family was at our house, the four grandkids were playing, when we heard Amy, just over four years old, telling the other three, “that’s what happened when grammie and Uncle Mike were playing Doctor!”
We all laughed until we cried. Who can argue with a four year olds logic?
As Louis grew, and Mike returned to work, one evening after a very satisfying evening of just oral pleasuring, Mike looked me in the eyes and asked if I’d ever consider doing that again?
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” My body couldn’t take that, again, if I wanted. When I finally realized he was joking, we just laid back, realizing what a precious gift we had, sleeping in the crib in the next room.
We still hadn’t found a better name for my grandkids to call Mike, so Uncle Mike just stuck. With my older kids loving him more like a brother than a step-father, we made one very different couple.
I had the best second husband I ever could have wished for, and a son younger than all four of my grandkids. Oh, there is the matter of Mike being white, isn’t there? Nobody even thinks about that, any more.
Will Louis follow in his namesake’s footsteps? Who knows? Will we guide him in that direction? Again, who knows? What we do know is, he will never lack for love. With his fours nieces and nephews, all older than he is, doting on him, like he was their own little brother, he will be the center of attention, for years to come.
What lies in store for Mike and me? What I’m hoping for are years and years if the love we share, right now.
I never could have imagined finding anyone to love anywhere close to my Louis, but somehow, I did. In the most unlikely man I could have imagined.
I had never really socialized with any white man, before my first date with Michael Robbins, who I had known for many years through our business association with his father. What I found was the most kind and gentle soul, this side of my late husband. What I found was the second most perfect man, when most women have a difficult time finding their first.
As I sit, with our growing son at my breast, I definitely hear my Louis telling me that he couldn’t be happier for all of us.
I think he was less than three weeks old, when Mike had him watching some sporting event on TV. I have to remember, with him being a first time father, this is his only chance to expose his son to his favorite games. He can’t wait until Louis is old enough to attend a game, in person. Me? I just want my baby to enjoy everything live will have in store for him.
We’ve talked at length about having him brought up Jewish, or not, which falls under the to be determined category.
We’ve had our sex life interrupted, more than once by a middle of the night cry for a diaper change, and yes, our sex life was rekindled just a few months after bringing this little bundle of joy into our lives. Let me tell you girls, one huge advantage of your husband being twenty plus years younger than you are, is in the bedroom! Wow, my husband can fuck.
So, there you have it. My life in two very different acts. My long marriage to a baseball player, shortened by cancer, only to find a second, amazing husband, who loves me for who I am, despite all our differences.