Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 4

... window waving at me. “Ty, come up. You need to see this!” “C’mon, Ty; I’ll show you what your mother and I have been up to.” I walked with Dad into the barn and up the stairs to the loft. I recalled playing up here in the hay on many occasions. Now it had all changed. The bare walls now had sheetrock over them, rising roughly six feet until they met the sloping roof. The sagging worn floor had been covered with heavy-duty plywood and that with hardwood flooring. There were some extra windows—two in the rear and one on each side. A partition in the rear set off a future bathroom, the roughed-in plumbing jutting from the wall. There was a small kitchen off to one side and a bed on the other—it was a nicely-sized studio apartment. I recognized a lot of the furniture I’d grown up with. “We bought all new furniture for the house and we thought we’d make a small apartment that we could rent up here. We don’t really need the money, but we figured we’d use it for a future vacation.” “What your father is trying to say is we’d like for you and Cinda to rent it. You’d have complete privacy here. Cinda has told me she can’t cook so I’ll throw in meals—dinner, at least. I think a seven hundred and fifty a month is more than fair.” Well, this was a surprise, but not one we’d accept. “We appreciate the offer, Mom, it’s going to be a beautiful apartment, but the answer has to be no. If there’s anything we’ve agreed on it’s our need to be independent. That’s the only way we’ll ...

... grow—individually and together. If we live here it’ll be just like my moving back home. Mr. Shulman has made arrangements for us to stay at the Maple Tree Inn until we can find an apartment or house. We’ll see him first thing Monday morning. I’m establishing an S-corporation to handle any legal matters like renting a place until we’re eighteen. He’ll be the treasurer so he can pay bills like rent, electric, cable and water. “This doesn’t mean that we don’t want to see you or spend time with you. We just want to go our own way.” “Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Feldner—I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “I guess we don’t have any choice, but Cinda I can’t have you calling me Mrs. Feldner—that just won’t do. Think you can call me Mom? I know you call your own mother Momma. Is that okay?” “Yes, Ma’am.” “Think you could call me Dad?” “I never had a father. Yes, I’d love to.” “Well, Todd I think we should celebrate. Our son is a grown up man with a beautiful and intelligent wife. Let’s go to the Capitol Grille for dinner.” Cinda and I agreed, driving first to the Maple Tree Inn to check in and shower. We had returned by five, Fred greeting us with the same enthusiasm. We entered and were seated only a minute or two when we ordered drinks—Margaritas for Mom and Dad, iced teas for Cinda and me. Cinda had just glanced at the menu when she leaned over to whisper, “This place is really expensive.” Mom laughed. “Yes it is, Cinda, but we’re celebrating. It isn’t every day we get a wonderful ...