CHARLES point of view
I thought my life was miserable, until I changed my plan.
I snatched the future, I fought for it, I was relentless and embraced my life, then, I saw the beauty in what I seemed to be a beast.
I am a man of forty-two years of age. The ambition of my uncle is what makes me who I am today.
When I was fifteen years old, my uncle discussed his ambition with me.
I will become a billionaire with the strength of my sons and the brain of me, he said.
What did you mean, uncle, I asked?
Young, vibrant, energetic and ready, they will be able to carry out my primary plan.
I will train them, I will build them, and then, we will provide ourselves with the resources to get ourselves to the climax.
All I need are male children, just enough of them, about six.
My uncle, I know him properly, he's a man of his word. He never plans something and does not achieve it.
He kept the plan to himself, and always worked towards it. I am the only one he carries along with the plan. And that's what makes me know the plan to the core.
We usually discuss the plan whenever we are alone, and with our latest discussions, it shows the plan is about to start.
I am looking forward to seeing how he's going to do it, judging that he had no child.
Then, a maniac showed up from nowhere, and the plans and the mentality of my uncle were changed.
It is one of these believers that preached the gospel to him. The preacher always talks about a paradise in heaven, and a big fire burning somewhere unknown called hell.
Now, my uncle is at one of the preacher's organizations praying for heaven to come.
I always loved that plan of his. Why not? It was a beautiful plan.
Before the maniac showed up during our times of discussion, I took my time to ask him a series of questions. And, he never hesitated to answer me one after the other.
I always wanted that plan for myself then.
Thankfully, now my uncle will no longer work towards it.
It took me three years to take my first big step towards the plan. That means on my eighteen anniversary on earth, I impregnated my girlfriend, Milan.
A beautiful, supportive, slim woman Milan is.
Milan has been slim since her tender age, even though she eats a lot, I love her, love her stature, she's caring too.
Long since we met, she has always wanted me to give her a gift.
Weeks to her seventeenth birthday, she frequently reminded me of the gift she had been asking from me.
On the night of her birthday, every well-wisher had returned to their homes, even her aunt she lives with had gone to her workplace.
And, it was only Milan and me alone at home late that night.
She was wearing a short rose pink armsless gown that fit her slim body perfectly.
Her nicely curved hips and well-shaped rounded buttocks are well inviting from the gown.
My brain always freshens up each time I remember that. Her appearance that night turned a man on from a distance.
Violence, anger and greediness took over me when I noticed some guys approached her.
I fought that night with the guys, and almost ruined her birthday for her. Yes, I would almost have ruined it for her if not for that she was an understanding girl.
It's not really the fault of those guys, everyone wanted good things for themselves and my girlfriend that night. She was a thing to cherish over and over for humans, especially the male species.
So, when it was only her and me alone in the room, she said I still hadn't given her the gifts.
She was standing in front of the mirror and was backing me. She had just removed her earrings and was putting off her high heels and sexy shoes, bending over to do so.
Me, who was sitting on a chair behind her and looking at her so fresh laps, had really got horny.
She bent more, and I saw her white pants underneath her short gown, her private parts were revealed due to her bending over and the short gown she was wearing.
My prick got hard immediately.
I don't know if I flew, jumped or really walked from the chair I was sitting.
I just found myself right beside her. I grabbed her waist from behind and pressed my hard on her buttocks.
She raised herself up, almost standing upright, but was resting her hands on the mirror to point out her buttocks for me to feel the softness.
She was looking straight into my eyes from the mirror, confidentially.
I kissed her neck on the back and put my hands on her chest to press her milky sack as I rubbed my hard on her.
Milan has her own unique accent. Her mother is Italian, and her father was American.
She spent more time in Italy than in America at that time, and that's what makes her accent different.
When we first met, her beauty and her accent were what made me interested in her.
As I was rubbing my hard on her buttocks, I was also imagining the way she speaks, and before I knew it, our tongues were locked as we were kissing.
Once I came back from my imaginary world, I immediately grabbed her on her buttocks and lifted her to my chest in the blink of an eye.
I carried her to bed from the mirror stand. I carefully laid her on the bed.
I pulled up her short gown and pulled off her pants. It was then I realized how curvy her hips were when my hands went through them.
That night was the night she stopped being a virgin. That wasn't my first sex, but it's the best I ever had.
And that's confirmed by me. Love is what makes sex react sweetener to the body. Judging from my previous ones, I used no protection and I intentionally released inside her.
I wanted it to be her. I wish she could bear me a son right away so I could start my uncle's ambition, which is now my mission.
After the sex, she was so tired. It was her first experience. She was lying on the bed beside me and her head was on my chest.
The milk sacks built on her chest were on my ribs moving up and down as her breathing controlled them.
The movement of the milk sacks turned me on again, and I got horny. She sensed it, and she put her hand on my hard.
Because I really wanted my son, my future, to come from the person I love the most, I wanted to make sure she was pregnant with this opportunity.
We were about to start again when her aunt came in and found the two of us on the bed doing such a thing.