Mountain Daddy's Nanny

by Samantha Leal

  “Shit,” cursed Britney under her breath. “My water’s broken.” The fact that it was from sex with a corpse seemed not to enter into the equation of her surprise.

  She stumbled toward the truck she’d climbed down from, but was gripped by a contraction. It took her by such surprise she cried out loud into the night.

  ***

  Robert ran out into the balmy night air. He hoped there’d be light somewhere to draw his vision to where his pregnant lover was, but it was pitch black.

  “Brit?” he whispered loudly.

  He began a jog around the perimeter trucks. Fortunately, common sense told him to start with the truck where Liam used to be tethered. As soon as he got there, he could hear her hollow breathing. Immediately he opened the door and jumped into the cabin of the truck. Leaning over, he grabbed a crowbar from under the seat and slowly opened the other side. Britney didn’t give him time to see what the fracas with the zombie was. She reached her hand to him and he heaved her into the cabin. Slamming the door shut, her wide brown eyes told him all he needed to know.

  The baby was on the way.

  Peggy was thrilled at the prospect of having sole responsibility for delivering her great-grandchild. She rose to the occasion, surprising both Robert and Britney. In keeping with her “old ways,” she commanded Robert to bring her hot water and towels and then stay downstairs and have a brandy to celebrate the birth of his forthcoming baby.

  Robert remembered reading somewhere that the first birth takes a while, but Britney would’ve been lucky to have been in labor for an hour. There was panting and paced breathing and eventually the cry of a baby. What turned Robert’s blood cold was the bloodcurdling scream and subsequent thump to the wooden floor immediately after.

  He took the stairs two by two. Britney was laying on the bed, too weak to get up. Robert saw it was Peggy who’d collapsed holding the swathed baby. He dropped to one knee. The screams of the baby assured him that the child was in no immediate danger.

  “Is Gran alright?” asked Britney.

  Robert placed two fingers under her jaw to find a pulse.

  “She’s okay,” he smiled reassuringly. “She’s just passed out. I’ll take her to her own room and get her some water. But first, let’s see who we’ve got here,” he said as he lifted the carefully wrapped bundle.

  Pulling back the cloth to see the face of his child, Robert felt himself go weak at the knees. The baby turned its head and sank already fully formed teeth into his wrist. He gritted his teeth to stop himself from hurling the monstrosity on the floor.

  “What the fuck is this?” he demanded in a confused and terrified cry. He could feel his heart was racing to such an extent that he was afraid he might pass out.

  He tried calming himself and placed the baby-thing in Britney’s arms to gauge her reaction. Britney peeled back all the layers. The baby made no move to bite her.

  “It’s a boy,” she cooed.

  Robert could feel bile climbing up his throat in revulsion. He forced himself to stand by Britney, who was laying a feathery kiss on the baby’s forehead. Shutting and closing his eyes to mentally prepare himself, he noticed the baby’s skin was gray. Patches of ribcage were showing out as if the flesh had been eaten away or just never grew to cover the body completely. His legs were misshapen and its pudgy arms had gnarled fingers that looked like claws.

  “It’s got his eyes,” commented Britney.

  “My eyes are green,” responded Robert hopelessly.

  “I know. I said it’s got his eyes. He’s got his father’s ocean blue eyes.”

  ***

  Peggy was gone. Robert had enough strength left to dig a hole in the ground, thrust a shovel in her head and bury the elderly lady before he became too weak. Britney knew her grandmother wouldn’t come back to them. The shock of Liam Jr. was too much for her. She knew death was preferable to living with the monster baby.

  Robert was going, too. Britney genuinely hadn’t planned for that and the reality of it stung her heart. She had just wanted to be close to Liam. She did love the middle-aged man. Even with him knowing it was Liam’s baby, she’d fully expected that they would work through it and raise the baby as their own. What she hadn’t expected was a newborn baby possessing a full set of teeth and craving human flesh as soon as he was out of her womb. Who could have really seen that one coming? she mused to herself as she rocked her newborn.

  She didn’t know how the baby would develop or how long it would live. Or maybe it was already dead and she didn’t know how long it would stay dead. It was all getting so confusing with the alive-or-dead line blurring so much these days. It seemed more zombie than baby, but who could tell? What frightened Britney the most was being alone. She knew she could run the farm, at least enough to survive, but she could never live alone. She’d rather die than live out her days on a farm by herself.

  She sat by Robert’s bed. “I wasn’t sure whether it was yours or his,” she said quietly.

  “I think we can safely say it’s his.” The smile on Robert’s face was not one of animosity, but of acceptance.

  “It wasn’t planned. It just happened when I was tending to him here. I got worried and thought…”

  “And thought if you had a sexual relationship with me, I’d support you?” guessed Robert.

  Britney nodded her head in shame.

  “You didn’t have to sleep with me. I’d have helped you out anyway. Now I question if you ever really loved me at all.”

  Britney could hear that he was choking back tears. “I did love you. I do love you. I didn’t want it to be this way.”

  Britney leaned over and kissed Robert’s lips; they were cool and chaste.

  The same old feeling ignited between them. She hadn’t lied when she said she loved him. It wasn’t the crazy, teenage, head-over-heels love she felt for her stepbrother, though. It was calm, considerate and respectful. She was blessed by Robert letting her into his heart and home.

  Was sex really the worst way to say thank you?

  Was sex really the worst way to say goodbye?

  ***

  She undid the buttons of Robert’s pajama shirt.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he protested.

  “And what if I want to?”

  He closed his eyes and smiled. “I’m in no position to fight you off or deny you anything in my last few moments.”

  She tugged at the tie on his pajama pants. The waist was loose enough for her to tug them under his buttocks. The mossy green color of his skin, she’d seen before. She bore the fruits of making love to such a half-living man.

  His cock was noticeably cooler to the touch. Flaccid in her warm hands, she soon had blood pumping through it. One thing she noticed was no matter how erect she was able to make him, his body remained cool – as cool as a corpse.

  She’d only given birth days earlier. Britney’s vagina was in no condition for sex. The uncomfortable, but not completely unwelcome invasion by Liam on her ass on the night she gave birth was still vivid in her mind, however.

  Britney undid the belt of her robe and let it fall to the ground. One of Robert’s last visions would be that of a beautiful, toned young woman. Even just a few days after giving birth, she was still a vision. She stood still, watching his translucent green eyes admiring her figure. She lightly straddled him. Reaching behind, she gripped the pulsating prick and prepared to sit on it. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and let the thick helmet burst through her asshole. It had been a while since she’d bedded Robert, and she had forgotten the girth of him. Liam’s rocket-esque dick was thin enough to slip in easily. Robert’s fuller, longer dick was more of a challenge.

  She realized she should have lubed Robert’s cock and her asshole before commencing. Robert was kind enough to spit in his hand and wet his shaft. He let his fingers smear saliva around the already stretched asshole. Hands on her hips, Robert watched as she slowly eased herself down his length. Her nostrils were flaring as she let her ass relax around
the thick dick.

  She stayed seated and ran her hand gently and lovingly over Robert’s chest. She could almost see the skin becoming thinner around his big build. His large bones were prominent. He reached for her breasts and smiled as milk leaked from her nipples.

  Knowing exactly what he would want, Britney obliged Robert without him having to verbalize his wish. Leaning low, as Robert lifted his legs to ensure her ass remained spiked on his erection, she let a fleshy tit dangle by his mouth. He had enough strength to take the nipple and nurse on the milk. His suckling became so intense, she pulled back until her nipple snapped out from between his teeth.

  Bending forward, she let Robert’s rod slip from her back passage. She kissed him passionately, her tongue delving into his mouth to taste him. She could taste his life ebbing away. He almost tasted of death. Death and rotting flesh. His breathing was even slowing.

  “Ride me one last time. Ride me into death.”

  “I don’t want to leave you in death. If I leave you in death, you’ll never be with me. I’ll never see anyone again.”

  “Don’t let me become one of them. Please don’t let me turn. I don’t want to end up like Liam.”

  Britney didn’t care if she’d just had a baby a few days before. She settled on his cock. It felt blissful in her cunt, though she knew she had lost the tightness she possessed nine months earlier. Robert didn’t seem to mind. He bucked his hips, encouraging her to forget his weary body and think of him as the fit stallion he always believed himself to be.

  Hands on his shoulders, Britney began riding his cock slowly. Her mind was not on the task. Robert didn’t know that Liam did appear to be capable of affection and attachment. Killing Robert would deprive her of building that same connection. Maybe being the only member of the household left with life, Britney could raise her and Liam’s child and not miss out on the only two real men she’d ever loved. It was better to let Robert turn so she could train him, teach him, and allow him to exist in the same state that Liam seemed to have some quality of existence in. She knew there was something of Liam left, and she knew there would be something of Robert left, too.

  Satisfied with her decision, even though it went against Robert’s dying wishes, she began to build up some enthusiasm for Robert’s last fuck. His last living fuck, that was. Planting her feet on the ground she bobbed herself up and down on the cock. She’d let the head burst through her looser slit and then raise herself so it slipped out. Other times she’d plant herself on the full nine inches so her weight rested fully on his pubic bone. Then she’d raise herself to the point where the helmet of his cock tugged at the entrance of the pussy. She’d repeatedly teased him, taking him in at different depths and releasing him at different times. Reaching behind she could feel his balls, full of cum, tighten as they got ready to unload. Squatting on his cock, she rubbed herself back and forth. Her clit was tantalized by the thick patch of Robert’s pubic hair. Bringing herself to climax, she bent forward again so he could nurse from her milky white tits until he turned.

  His hungry mouth attacking her soft breast flesh had Britney wet and horny as she ground harder and felt the familiar tingles of an oncoming orgasm begin to emanate from her clit. As the orgasm threatened to overtake her, she flung her head back, ready to release an ecstatic scream. Just then, Robert opened his teeth in a fierce snarl. Her milky white tits had become more than just two irresistible melons that he had to suck on… Now that wasn’t enough. He had to rip them open and eat them. As she slammed her pussy down on his thick shaft, he brought his teeth down toward her fat, round nipple.

  At the last second, however, he felt a rough stick planted between his teeth. Oh well, he thought. Those tits would have tasted great, but he was still happy. With his last moments of human sentience, he felt nothing but joy and gratitude as his balls finally unleashed their last into Britney in a torrent, as cum erupted from his cock one last time.

  Britney had not outlasted everyone by being stupid. She was just crazy. She had been prepared in case he turned and had gotten the stick ready for just that purpose. As his body lay there, spending the last of its seed, she rode out the last of her orgasm as well. After his eruption, he had quieted and she had secured him to the bed. She would sort out what to do with him later. It seemed she would not be alone at all. She would have her little family to care for after all, she thought happily.

  THE END

  Victorian Mystery

  A Twist of Secrets

  A Victorian Mystery Romance

  Jessica Savage

  Copyright ©2016 by Jessica Savage. All rights reserved.

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  Chapter One

  The grey clouds gathered over Highgate cemetery. Even the white stone angels looked forlorn against the thundery skies. It was a day of endings and beginnings. Lady Christabel Montgomery paused for a moment to look at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. A young, white face stared back at her - wide eyed and innocent. The black looked well against her pale skin; a widow’s weeds suited her. Only for a moment did she feel guilty.

  A widow after only two months of marriage - they had been scarcely out of their honeymoon period before the unexpected death of her husband, the late Lord Charles Montgomery. He had been involved in an accident whilst traveling away on business and by the time she had been notified, it was too late even to say goodbye.

  She could not say that her marriage had been built on love; maybe that would have happened eventually. It had, after all, only been early days and she was young. It had been a marriage of convenience and unexpected lust. Christabel had been a naive virgin on her wedding night but had learned quickly. Charles had been a skilled and energetic lover and she had been eager to please her generous benefactor. She had been an orphan with neither prospects nor money of her own; her natural beauty being her only saving grace. The middle aged Charles had been more than happy to take the lovely young woman under his wing and had ached to feel her firm young flesh beneath him. Even without love, they had made the ideal couple. And so, after their first introductions, the unlikely couple were married within two months of meeting, much to the alarm of the rest of the Montgomery family.

  Christabel moved to the window and looked down from the window and onto the small park below. A few black-clothed nannies had ventured forth with their charges, wrapped snugly inside their iron wheeled perambulators; blissfully unaware of the weather outside or of life’s constant cares. Black. The color of mourning, the color of nannies, the color of crows and the color of the chimney sweeps she occasionally saw rushing through the smoggy London air.

  Several smart carriages waited outside the house, including the elaborately adorned funeral hearse. Four large black plumed horses wearing full funeral regalia snorted their steamy breath into the bitter morning air. They were all waiting downstairs for her – Charles’ family; impatient for the dreariness to be over so they could get on with their own lives once again.

  She hardly knew them; they were strangers to her. Most of them had been against the marriage in the first place. Lord Charles Montgomery was a wealthy man, everyone knew that, and his family had presumed that they would eventually inherit all of the lands and fine houses he owned with no heir to speak of. Why he had suddenly decided to marry a young woman just old enough to be his daughter they could only guess, but many of the family members felt bitter towards the young interloper. At least now he was dead they could all breathe a sigh of relief – at least there would be no son and heir!

  There was a firm knock and the door opened gently. It was Hannah, her maid. Hannah had been in Christabel’s family since she was just a baby and had looked after her for most of her young life. Christabel noticed that the hair around her old companion’s temple was now greying, but the eyes were stil
l youthful and the face still attractive. She often wondered why the woman had never married.

  She had asked her once, one evening just before she was due to be married to Charles. Returning from a local ball, Hannah had stood behind her, brushing the long black hair that fell luxuriously down to her waist. Hannah had laughed and said that she could never leave Christabel, and if she did who would brush the young girl’s hair each evening? Yet Christabel had noticed a sorrow in the woman’s eyes as she spoke and had never mentioned the subject again.

  “They’re waiting downstairs for you Chrissy.”

  The older woman walked up to Christabel and placed her arms around her young charge for comfort. Her dear mother had died when she was five years old, and ever since then Hannah had acted more as a surrogate mother than a maid, and the two women were close.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I will be alright Hannah, but I will be glad when this day is over.”

  “You better go down; I will be following on with the rest of the household to the church.”

  Reaching for the hat that sat idly upon the bed, Hannah placed it on top of her mistress’s hair, pinning it in place with a jet encrusted pin, before pulling down the dark veil to hide the pretty features beneath. Two years of wearing black; it seemed a pity for one so young, but that was the requirements for a woman in her position according to Cassel’s manual, the last word on funeral and mourning etiquette.

  Opening the door, Christabel inhaled deeply before walking across the landing and down the grand staircase to the awaiting group in the library. Glad for the veil to hide her emotions, or perhaps more importantly lack of them, she stepped slowly down towards the hall. Stephens, the butler was posted on duty, standing like a sentry against the front door, and as she approached he nodded his head gravely. He wore a black armband as a sign of respect. He had been with Charles for at least forty years and had been extremely loyal.