NINE MEMORABLE DAYS (CHAPTERS 7-10)

(1st, MF-Mf-mF-mf-mult, con, inc, het-bi-group, exhib)

 

Part Two – Day Two - Saturday

 

Chapter 7: Caroline Herschfeldt

 

"Would you like a drink Justin?"

 

The shock made me jump. The voice was female, soft and sensuous. As she breathed the words out with a husky voice I wanted to turn quickly and see the speaker, but nerves got the better of me, as of course they would. Eventually though I just had to, and after several agonising seconds I turned slowly to my left, looked in the direction of the voice and saw her in the open doorway. She was an ash-blonde; the robe she wore clung tightly to an exquisite figure that radiated sexuality with every step as she walked towards the front gate.

 

All I had to do was say yes, one word, after all the invitation had come from her. But it may as well have been fifty. It didn't even make any difference that she seemed to recognise me because I certainly didn't remember her.

 

"You were miles away Justin. Did you hear what I said about a drink?"

 

I still couldn't answer. This should have been a dream come true for someone like me, a true aficionado of the female form. Instead I was totally tongue-tied which, of course, is a usual condition for me. Yes I was a stuttering, stammering, nervous wreck just looking at the way the short robe - belted tightly around her mid-riff like it was - highlighted the firm roundness of her breasts and showed off her fabulous legs. Well really, mum was one thing but a sophisticated woman of the world like this extraordinary woman was something else entirely.

 

"I'm not going to bite. You remember me don't you? Caroline Herschfeldt, you used to deliver my papers."

 

I thought for several seconds as I finally managed, with extreme willpower, to look her in the eye for the first time. Realizing I did know her after all, I smiled and finally managed a nod of the head.

 

"Well, we're not going to get a drink from here are we?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the angled pathway towards the open front door of her house. "And I'm sure you could do justice to a glass of orange juice."

 

Now I really was beginning to wonder what was going on with my life. First there was yesterday morning, and then last night, both with my mother, and both which probably didn't count where a young man's sex life was concerned. Now there was this poised, cultured and classy woman who could have been right at home on a catwalk modelling designer clothes from the great fashion designers of the world and who called herself Caroline Herschfeldt. Just what would someone of this lady's obvious class and breeding want with an unremarkable, decidedly ordinary and extremely shy young man like me?

 

"I'll wait on the porch, no sense me wearing these dirty runners on your nice carpet," I finally stammered over a period of several seconds.

 

"Oh you can talk then." She stared, the beginnings of a smile showing on her face. "And you won't wait there, you can always take them off you know."

 

She watched me smile at that last remark. Then she moved to one side as she waited for me to take them off before motioning me inside.

 

"I'll get you something to wipe yourself down with." She disappeared momentarily and came back with a yellow towel. Then she watched with fascination as I rubbed myself down. "The kitchens through there." She pointed to an archway at the end of the hall.

 

We sat down at the table with Caroline on my left. I kind of expected her to behave suggestively because of her previous mischievous expression and she didn't let me down. Instead of facing towards the table, she faced towards me as if she wanted to give me a good view of her legs. Then when she crossed them one over the other two or three times I knew I was right. Just like I knew that she was teasing me, gauging my reaction.

 

"You're a fine looking boy Justin." She looked at me and smiled. "Though I should say young man, not boy. You're so handsome with your dark hair and blue eyes, and you look so much fitter and healthier, and so very strong.”

 

The breathless way she spoke was clearly meant to be an indication of the way I affected her, of the way she felt, and had I been more confident, more sure of myself I may have taken advantage.

 

Then suddenly she reached across and beckoned me to bend my arm at the elbow, before asking me to clench my fist and tense the muscles of my arm before feeling my biceps between her thumb and index finger. I felt a cold shiver go right through me, and even though I tried to tell myself that it was just my arm it was still kind of exciting. Well it was to me, and I guess it was at that point that I could've tried something, but that would've been totally out of character.

 

Caroline sat forward, rested her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her outstretched thumbs as she clasped her fingers in front of her chin. "Look I'm not going to say that I don't remember the way you looked when you delivered my papers because I do. But that's exactly what makes the changes in you so very exciting. Just what did you do to get your … er … body in the shape it is now?"

 

"Running and … er … working out mostly with a diet recommended by my doctor. M-m-my parents l-let me keep some gym stuff in the garage."

 

"What sort of stuff?" She uncrossed and crossed her legs again, this time her dressing gown separated high on her thigh. The split had almost reached the point of no return.

 

"Mum and dad let me keep some stuff in the garage. It's the usual thing, I have a treadmill for running and one of those machines where I lay on my back, do weights and a combination of other power and lifting exercises."

 

I could only watch as she looked down at her legs and then into my eyes, holding me in her unblinking half-smiling stare. Then a thought occurred to me as she caught me helplessly in her mesmerizing gaze, it was a thought I knew was wrong but just couldn't help. Not that I had any illusions that I was the only guy who would entertain such a thought. It's just that I inevitably felt guiltier than most other guys would. You see I began wondering whether she was wearing any panties, any underwear at all underneath her robe. It was a not unexpected thought, and one that had been on my mind ever since those episodes with my mother. Oh I know I keep mentioning them but they are after all my only sexual experience outside of masturbation. Anyway, I tried to reason with myself about why it was perfectly normal to think about the way sexy women dress and whether or not they wore underwear. No, it's bra and panties I told myself, thinking that underwear sounded so clinical and nonsexual.

 

"I suppose that you wouldn't have any trouble--" she grinned and ran her tongue along her top lip "--hhmmmm, lifting someone like me would you Justin?" The words rolled sensuously from her lips in a teasing but friendly fashion.

 

I took a long slow sip of the orange juice to collect my thoughts, I had to simply to take my mind off the woman and the direction the conversation was taking.

 

"I also have one other piece of equipment that I use for exercise," I said realising too late that it was entirely the wrong thing to say.

 

Caroline stifled a laugh, but not before she managed to distract me. "I really am sorry Justin, it's just that my mind, sharp as it is, sometimes considers the more, shall we say, baser things in life and you do manage to say the damnedest things, now please carry on."

 

"My f-f-father erected some … er … bars on the back wall of the garage. I have a pair of ankle grips that I feed through one of the bars at a point around ten feet off the ground." I stopped momentarily as if expecting some kind of sexual innuendo, when none was forthcoming I carried on. "I use those to hang upside down, then I try and touch my toes."

 

"How many would you do about fifteen or twenty?"

 

I nodded. It was coming I knew it, but such was the effect of Caroline Herschfeldt’s sexual innuendo's I couldn't help but provide the answer she wanted. "I usually try to increase it by one or two each day."

 

"I'll just bet those last five or six would be a lot easier if their was a little reward waiting each time you made it!" She put a hand on her knee and ran it the whole length of her thigh until I saw all of her leg and most of her right hip. "I remember you when you were doing that paper round, you were just a heavy kid, now look at you, three stone lighter with muscles where all of those fat cells used to be." She looked at my glass, which was empty. "Would you like another drink? There's no more orange juice, but I do have a six pack of plain mineral water."

 

I watched the way she was looking at me, watched as her gaze travelled from my feet and stopped at the front of the shorts I was wearing. A tight fit at the best of times they felt even more uncomfortable thanks to a growing problem caused by her spectacular legs and my vivid imagination. After a few seconds delay she continued her inspection until finally her gaze met mine.

 

"Mineral water will be fine Mrs. Herschfeldt."

 

When she went to the fridge my gaze was drawn to the hem of her dressing gown like a magnet. I watched her bend from the waist instead of the knee, something I suspect she would never do in any other situation, saw the hem of her dressing gown rise significantly exposing her legs high up the thigh. I knew she was teasing me, trying to get me more excited than I was already. It seemed to be the deliberate act of a sexually enlightened woman. And if she was also the sensible woman of the world with the fashion-model looks she portrayed herself to be then maybe she...? But the whole idea seemed too preposterous for words and of course I rejected it.

 

"Are you doing anything tomorrow afternoon?" She handed over the bottle of mineral water and stood in front of me. Then she leant forward, gripped my shoulders in each hand and began to give me a gentle massage.

 

"N-N-No, why?"

 

This whole thing was proving to be extraordinary. First their was the ongoing sexual games, then she was leaning forward massaging my shoulders as she allowed her dressing gown to open out revealing a deep and tantalising cleavage that stopped just short of exposing either areola or nipple, and now there was an invitation to come back.

 

"Nothing to worry about Justin. It's just an idea I want to discuss and I don't have time now because my husband will be getting out of bed shortly and it would be better discussed when he goes away, which he does tomorrow morning."

 

As if I didn't have enough to think about, now she wanted me to be there when her husband was away. Hell maybe the idea I'd contemplated before wasn't so far-fetched after all.

 

"All right Mrs. Herschfeldt," I said finally, "I'll drop in. What time?"

 

"I'd rather you call me Caroline, and if you make it two-o-clock my husband will be long gone by then."

 

As soon as I walked out of the house there was something I couldn't think of, something that had come to my mind, something that was virtually on the tip of my tongue. I was sure that I knew her from somewhere besides the paper round, but what it was I just couldn't remember. I did have a feeling though that it would go a long way towards explaining the reason for the invitation.

 

Chapter 8: A Date At Last

 

After leaving Caroline Herschfeldt's house I continued on my usual Saturday morning route to Oaktree road where I turned right. The reason for a different course at the weekend was that the girl in the short shorts never appeared, and because of the desire for some different scenery I began jogging south along a path that took me past a distinguished looking two story house on Hawke Street, that as can be seen turned out to be Caroline Herschfeldt's.

 

I ran north up Oaktree Road and didn't see anything that was in any way as exciting as Caroline, not that I really expected to, I mean she would be a pretty hard act to follow unless that person happened to be that girl in the short shorts.

 

At the Shearers Arms I turned right and kept going until I reached the railway line where another right turn took me into Railway Road. That led me past a public housing estate and the back of the station. From there it was on towards Morrison Street where I turned right towards a small group of shops.

 

Running can be some sort of a distraction especially when my mind runs away with all sorts of lecherous thoughts, as of course it does on a regular basis, but this morning it was a way to make me forget the sexual thoughts that seemed to occupy my almost every waking moment - and a good proportion of the sleeping ones - of my day. And I had succeeded until I was halfway down Morrison, at which point a couple of young dark haired girls who looked enough alike to be identical twins and were dressed in tight fitting short skirts and singlets attracted my attention. They managed this from the other side of the road by waving and then bending over to flash their cute and really tight-fitting white panties in my direction.

 

Unfortunately I found the sight so pleasantly distracting that I ran headlong into the young girl I'd followed on all of those weekday mornings. I was shattered. Here was the girl of all my fantasies and wet dreams and I had barrelled into her like a runaway freight train while perving at two girls on the other side of the road. Surely any chance I had with such a beautiful young lady was gone.

 

I watched as she staggered around trying desperately to maintain her balance before falling, rather inelegantly, to the ground.

 

I was quick to help her up. "I r-really am s-s-sorry m-miss, I d-didn't s-see you. I d-do hope y-y-you're okay?"

 

God that was embarrassing, a sentence that should have taken no more than six or seven seconds took all of about twenty-five to get out. Now what chance did I have of getting a date with the girl after an exhibition like that, even if I could manage the question?

 

"If you'd been watching where you were going instead of at those two across the road, you'd have seen me." She ran her hands lightly over her sexy figure, tilted her head to the side until her ear was almost resting on her right shoulder, squinted her eyes and stared at me. The beginnings of a smile appeared and she nodded her head. "I'm fine, nothing broken.

 

"I do however have a small confession to make, this was planned." She was laughing now, a friendly laugh though. "Surely you don't think that yesterday morning was the first time I knew that you were following me." She smiled beautifully as her chubby cheeks turned slightly red. "I've known for a while that you were following me and I decided that if you weren't going to do something then it was time I did. I thought it was time I got to know the person behind the body that you've done so much work with in the last few months."

 

"You m-mean that you p-planned this little…?"

 

"Of course! You don't think those cute twin girls running past at exactly that time was a coincidence do you? Or that them flashing cute white panties was accidental?"

 

Just then I saw the proof when she waved to the twin girls as they came out of the hot-bread shop.

 

"See what I mean?"

 

Her smile was natural; it gave me as much cause for hope as her little confession did. Not knowing what else to do I held out my hand and watched the girl as she took it. "J-J-Justin R-Robertson is my name and if I'd s-seen you it wouldn't have been n-necessary to look across the road."

 

"My names Vikki Thompson." She ran across the road and waited with hands on hips and a cheeky grinned plastered across her face. "You've checked me out," she patted her right hip, "see anything you like?"

 

She was wearing, a short navy blue netball skirt, navy blue sports bra and matching bloomers that covered barely half of her bottom-cheeks. She held her skirt high so that her bikini bloomers were completely visible and twirled around to give me a good look.

 

Of course I did who wouldn't. What I saw was an attractive girl with long brown hair who didn't make fun of me and seemed to even like me a little and even had the patience to wait and listen through all of my nervous stammering. "All of it!" I finally managed without a stammer for once.

 

Oh I liked all of it all right, and especially that arse, that wonderfully rounded bottom of hers that I wanted to touch, to hold and caress, to take in my hands and squeeze as I pulled her to me. Oh she was beautiful, and this girl I'd dreamt about in my wildest fantasies had a name now, Vikki Thompson. How simple life would be if she would go out with me. I mean surely she wouldn't have gone to such trouble if she weren't as keen on me as… But no, there was no sense thinking things like that with a track record like mine. And as was my usual practice I began dismissing such positive thoughts immediately even though this should have been a guilt edged invitation that even somebody like me couldn't fail to take advantage of.

 

"You look hot, the least I can do is buy you cold drink," I finally stammered out after several seconds.

 

Now there were no more thoughts of the lecherous behaviour of Caroline Herschfeldt, my mind was entirely focused on Vikki Thompson.

 

I ran across the street, thankful for even these few minutes with such an attractive girl. She couldn't have been much more than 17, the perfect age for a girl for... I stopped, there was no sense in building up hope even though her actions had given me cause, after all I still had to tell her about my fantasies, the sort of life I'd like to live and the sort of girl I'd need to live that life with me. I guess I kind of figured that once she heard about my desires and fantasies that would be the end of any chance I had with the gorgeous, sexy, Vikki Thompson.

 

I guess I should have been clued in by the way she dressed, by those two cute and sexy twin girls and, most importantly, by all of the goings-on in this town. But Julie Morris and girls like her had seen to it that I couldn't be logical where relationships with the opposite sex were concerned.

 

"Mum says that I'm a natural exhibitionist who loves showing off her body, that wearing this outfit will have all the boys following me. Dad says that if they don't there'd have to be something wrong with them," said Vikki grinning as she walked into the shop alongside me. "I guess that begs the question, is there anything wrong with you?"

 

Even someone as shy as me couldn’t miss such an invitation and I couldn't resist saying, "N-not the last time I checked, and if that m-m-means that you're asking me to run w-with you, th-then y-yes I will."

 

We went into the shop giggling a little too loudly for some of the customers. Especially a middle aged lady who left the shop muttering away about the young of today and the way they dress as she shot a black look at both of us, and especially Vikki who of course simply giggled even more as we took two plain mineral waters and drank them on our way.

 

Vikki grabbed my hand - even that was enough to make my pulse race - and continued to hold it as we turned into High Street, turned off at Marks Close and entered the park from Markham Circuit and did two laps on the footpath that circled it, maintaining, well it seemed that way to me, a comfortable silence.

 

By the time we left the park it was around a quarter to eight, a slow jog to Blackfoot Circle where Vikki lived took until eight thirty. It was then that I summoned up all of the courage I didn't think I possessed and asked her out.

 

"Sorry Justin, I'm busy tonight. Going to a party at the house of those two girls you couldn't keep your eyes off when you knocked me over."

 

Now I was a shattered boy, all I could do then was shrug my shoulders and bemoan that things didn't change very much, my hopes, raised so high before, had been crushed, she obviously didn't need a date, not with a party to go to, all she needed apparently was some company on her morning run. I guess I should have been used to a negative response but even so a negative response was hard to accept time after time.

 

My disappointment must have shown because she started laughing. "Come here silly." She took both my hands and pulled me closer. "I really am busy tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm busy tomorrow night."

 

"You mean that you'll…?" I smiled, my excitement contagious as Vikki responded by pulling me against the soft forgiving flesh of her body. "You'll go out with me? But doesn't party mean young friends? And doesn't young friends mean a boyfriend?"

 

I was searching, fishing for any reason why such a beautiful girl would want to go out with someone like me. I was tempted to say 'a loser like me' but I was now trying to stay positive to the small ray of hope Vikki Thompson had just given me.

 

"Yes a party mean young friends, and young friends mean just that, friends whose company I enjoy, friends I can have fun with. And yes I do have a boyfriend of sorts, a boyfriend I'd… But that’s a story for another time when we have more to spare. And anyway life's too short to do anything but enjoy it, too short to confuse love with having a good time." She gave me a peck on the lips. "As for going out with you, of course I will.

 

"You know," she smiled that winning smile again and pressed herself even harder against my body, "I've been waiting for weeks for you to get up the courage to ask me out, but you never did. All you did was follow me and stare at my bottom." She gave me another kiss on the lips, this one slightly longer and a little more passionate which sent a lightning bolt right through my whole body. "Why do you think I went to all the trouble of finding out which way you run on a Saturday morning, went to all the trouble of organising that little accident if I didn't want to go out with you?" Then she kissed me again. "You silly boy! Now where do you want to meet?"

 

"Well we could go to the pictures and have a drink afterwards."

 

My heart was racing as she continued to push herself against me and allowed a hand to trail over my bottom. I was enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms, the thrill of her firm breasts pressing against my chest and the excitement of my erect penis pressing against her groin. The question was how would she feel, would she sense the slight hint of embarrassment mixed in with all my other feelings? So I waited to see if she would move away a little, but she didn't, if anything she tried to press me closer, a dead giveaway to anybody but me.

 

"And I insist on picking you up from your door."

 

Now I wanted to hold Vikki's bottom the same way she was holding mine but natural timidity on my part stopped me. 'Give it time' I told myself as I held the small of her back instead.

 

"All right, the pictures it is. But I pick the place for coffee. There's this really cool coffee bar in the Town Square, they play some really great music and all the kids go there and we have fun there. What do you say?"

 

"As long as I'm with you what more is there to say?"

 

One final lingering kiss and she was off and running in a flurry of navy blue.

 

Chapter 9: Just Another Saturday Morning - Not!

 

I walked in the back door grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help it, finally life was looking up, and it was beginning to have some purpose at last. My parents who were sitting at the kitchen table looked slightly perplexed. Now I could understand that of course, after all happiness and a sense of satisfaction weren't usually a part of my everyday demeanour.

 

I was about to head for the upstairs bathroom for a shower after my morning run when my father called me back with a friendly rebuke. "Just where do you think your going? And if it's the bathroom, would you like your mother to go with you?"

 

That mum had told him what happened yesterday wasn't in question obviously. The question was just how much had she told him? Then I took one look at his ear-to-ear grin and knew she'd told him everything. Not that I should have expected anything different, especially when you have parents as honest as mine, parents who enjoy the sexually free relationship they do.

 

"It's all right." He grabbed me by the wrist and sat me down in a chair near my mother. "A little fun within the bosom--" he looked pointedly down at mum's chest "--of your family never did anybody any harm, and besides, it's all good clean fun. And anyway, judging by the way your mother was boasting about a certain physical attribute of yours you're going to make your old man a little jealous. But that's enough of that, let's talk about you coming in here grinning like a Cheshire cat. Now suppose you sit down and tell us all about it."

 

It was difficult for me not to rush into the story but I tried to stay calm as I attempted to explain about how I literally bumped into Vikki to my father, a veritable giant of a man with dark hair, a slight beer gut and a very jolly manner. I started with how I hadn't been able to help looking at those two young girls as I bumped into Vikki and finished with the date we'd made for tomorrow night. I even told them how Vikki had engineered the whole thing.

 

"Well, well, well, Mary did you hear that? Our boy has a date with a girl." Dad stood up and walked around the table until he was standing behind my mother, then using his considerable strength he turned her chair around while she was sitting in it until she was facing me. "You know Mary,” he said as he began to massage her shoulders, “it looks like all that attention you’ve been paying him has had the desired effect."

 

"Oh be quiet Louis," said my mother turning her head in his direction. "See Justin," she said turning back to look at me, "now if this Vikki Thompson saw something in you then others will too. Now will you forget about Julie Morris and all of those bitchy things she said?"

 

I smiled and nodded.

 

Suddenly dad turned his attention back to me. "I'll bet she's good looking too. You didn't tell us what she looked like Justin." He turned back to my mother and nudged her gently in the ribs. "She must be really pretty otherwise I don't think he'd be so keen to tell us about her, would he Mary?"

 

"Oh leave the poor lad alone Louis, after all the bad times at school, and especially after that Julie Morris incident, he deserves…"

 

"That fucking little cunt, honestly I didn’t think that…"

 

"LOUIS!" It was clearly a warning about his language. My mother turned from dad to look me. She smiled. It was a smile full of the love only a mother could have for her son. "I hope everything works out for you because you certainly deserve it sweetheart."

 

"Not to mention the opportunity to get his end in, throw a leg, and enjoy the greatest of all indoor sports. FUCKING!" Added my father before he turned in my direction. "And of course you'll get the opportunity to do everything your mother taught you." He winked at me. "Naturally if you need some further tips your mother and I will be only to glad to help, won't we dear? After all fucking is about the only thing the pair of us could teach successfully."

 

I watched mum go red in the face, it was a good look with her brunette hair colour, but the lascivious expression caused by the way her mouth turned and her tongue poked out of the corner told me that she wanted to, and that she was hoping my father was serious. Then she spoke rather cautiously. "I don't know Louis, after what I told you about yesterday, whether you're serious or not but I guess where the happiness of our boy is concerned we can make sacrifices. That is if you are serious?"

 

Mum wore a nightie but no dressing gown; the lacy almost see-through garment had a tie at the neck that was undone. The nightie didn’t do much to hide those familiar slender curves or the breasts that I had so enjoyed the look and feel of; neither did it make it easy for me to look my mother in the eye.

 

I was nervous about being my parent's sexual pupil. After all the previous day with mum had been bad enough even though I had eventually relaxed and enjoyed it. I just didn't know if I could face doing the same things with my mother in front of dad. "I don't know about that, I mean after what happened before I met Vikki, it may not be necessary." My gaze was wandering from my father to my mother, except that every time I looked at mum my eyes drifted down to her breasts and those pert nipples that were pushing against the sheer material. "I met this woman before I bumped into Vikki, and she invited me in for a drink. Then she invited me back tomorrow afternoon to discuss something, now I may be no expert but I think that she has plans on my education too, if tomorrow afternoon goes as I expect."

 

I noticed my father looking intently at me every time my gaze wandered in the direction of mum, which was hardly surprising because he must have noticed that I was spending more time talking to her breasts than I was to her.

 

"He doesn’t think that'll be necessary Mary." He turned back to me and smiled. Then he said in a stage whisper, "Did you know that your mother is the biggest show-off, the biggest exhibitionist I've ever met. Mary likes to have people look at her naked body, she thinks that what's happening in this country and in this city is just the best thing that ever happened? Did you know that I like people to look at her naked too, that sometimes when we play strip poker with Karen and Allan Simpson, Melanie Collins and her boyfriend Mark James and Jane and Noel Morris that your mother sometimes tries to lose just so she can be the first one undressed. Now that's a given, and there's nothing wrong with that because I'm proud of your mother's body."

 

"Louis really! I'm sure that Justin doesn’t need to…"

 

Then my father put his hands under mum's armpits and eased her out of the chair. "I'm sure he does, and so do I." He reached down, gripped the hem of mum’s nightie in both hands and lifted it up and off her body leaving her stark naked as she sat down again. "It would be a shame to hide such beauty all the time, don't you think Justin?" I watched my father take a breast in each hand as he spoke. "And we are family after all."

 

I was staggered, this was a development I'd hardly expected, but I thought what the hell, maybe it was better to give him an answer he wanted. So as I grinned broadly I said with a lot more confidence than I would have been able to manage even two hours ago, "Yeah dad, especially a gorgeous woman like mum."

 

Having settled that, dad turned to me and laughed as he continued to massage my mother’s breasts. "Now son tell us all about tomorrow afternoon and whoever is going to help your sex education, just who is she and is she as pretty as your mother. Is this girl as pretty as your mother? More to the point will this girl you're going out with know the type of lifestyle you want, the sort of relationship you'd like, and if she does, will she like it?"

 

I looked to each of my parents in turn. "The woman is someone I knew from that paper round I used to do. But that's not all of it, there’s something about her name that I can't put my finger on. As for the other questions, no I don't think the woman or Vikki are any prettier. And yes I will tell Vikki if things go further than just tomorrow night. I guess with the way you brought me up I certainly wouldn't consider doing anything else. And as for how she’d react--" I remembered what Vikki had said about not confusing love with having a good time, "--well maybe it might be surprising."

 

"I hope your right young man, this could give family dinners at our house a whole new meaning!" said my father as he squeezed each nipple between a thumb and index finger while he massaged mum's breasts with the other three fingers of each hand.

 

Now I watched as my father eased mum out of the chair again and sat down himself before sitting his mother on his lap with her back against his chest and her legs outside his giving me the best beaver shot I’d seen in my young life. (Yes that even included all of yesterdays incredible events). God I was horny now, and why wouldn't I be? Plus my father was making it more and more impossible as he began stroking her cunt - God I love that word, even if I tried not to think it or use it - with the middle finger of his left hand and massaging one of her breasts with his other hand.

 

Then my father looked up as he continued to toy with mum's naked body. "What's this woman's name, maybe we can help out? Oh and feel free to join in anytime, your mum still has one tit free.”

 

I didn't move immediately, well how could I? It would feel funny to touch my mother in a sexual way with my father around. Somehow though I got the feeling that if I didn't this time the question would come up again.

 

"Her name is Caroline Herschfeldt."

 

My parents had looked as if they were in a world of their own, which was hardly surprising considering what my father was doing with his finger, but the mention of her name brought them both back to earth.

 

"GOOD GOD! Did you hear that Louis darling," said mum as she pushed her vagina against my father’s probing finger, "Caroline Herschfeldt?" She turned her head and kissed my father passionately as she began to play with her own breasts. "I think he really will get an education tomorrow afternoon."

 

I didn't really understand. That there was something strange about the woman I knew already, but mum and dad knowing her was entirely unexpected. And it seemed they knew her well enough to know that I looked like getting a lot more than I could have bargained for, or even hoped for in my wildest imagination.

 

My father stood up then, took mum’s hand and motioned towards the door that led to the stairs. "Maybe we should go to our bedroom and show Justin the picture."

 

The picture - it was positioned above the head of the bed - wasn’t anything I’d taken a lot of notice of on the few times I had been in their bedroom and I certainly hadn’t taken any notice of it yesterday afternoon. This time I took a closer look while my father sat down next to my reclining mother and began to play with her breasts.

 

The picture had a young girl in the top left corner on a balance beam doing a handstand in the splits position. In the top right was a man playing snooker while in the centre were three smaller images of table tennis, ten-pin bowling and basketball. However it was the image that occupied the whole of the bottom third of the picture that grabbed my attention, it was of a naked man and woman having sex in the missionary position, the man’s erect penis could be clearly seen half in and half out of the woman’s vagina. At the bottom just above the frame was the title. 'The Best of All Indoor Sports'!

 

"Take a closer look at the balance beam in the top left corner of the painting and you should see a signature. See if you can tell me what name it reads," said my father stopping long enough to look at me and point at the picture. "Go on son, take a look."

 

I did, not that it was really necessary; I was already pretty certain who the painter was. And one look was all that was needed for confirmation. "Caroline Herschfeldt of course."

 

"And you mean you reckon she's gonna paint a picture of you." My father laughed, but it wasn’t a nasty laugh, it was more one of disbelief. "You've always been embarrassed about your body Justin. Even in this house with just us, I mean look at you, with a physique that six months ago you could only dream of and yet you're too scared to show it off." He winked at mum. "At least until yesterday. I guess that you know now thanks to your mum just what some women think when they see you, how their minds would react. To some, all they need is to get a quick look at you in those tight shorts and the sight of that thing between your legs to start their pussies dripping; with others it's your physique. I'll bet you wouldn't even be game to take your clothes off here and now, show off that body of yours for your mother's benefit."

 

"Louis really!" Now I don’t think that it’s absolutely…" She had sat up and put hands on hips, and was trying her best to sound upset, at which she failed abysmally as her serious expression broke into a grin. "All right I might be prepared to admit that I wouldn’t be unhappy to see Justin's marvellous cock again. And maybe two cocks would be better than one, but only if your sure honey. I mean friends are one thing but Justin is family."

 

"Sure! Of course I’m sure, incest is legal remember. He might be our son but he has a cock, and from what you say, one that it would be most unfair to deprive you of. Just like I wouldn't expect you to deprive me of some our lovely daughter's peachy little cunt."

 

"Oh I couldn't do that Louis, after all hasn't she told us over the phone that she craves some hot cock as a change from all of that pussy she's enjoying at school, and that she especially wants family cock!"

 

"Sounds good to me, you know I reckon she'll get all the cock she can handle, just like I reckon our boy will get all the cunt he can fuck and then some." Then my father stood up, gripped me by the shoulders and marched me to the other side of the bed closest to mum. "If he doesn’t undress himself Mary, or if you don’t undress him, then I'll do it myself. I want to see in the flesh what you've been bragging about almost non-stop, and what I can see making a huge lump in those shorts."

 

I was just thinking what else could I do, and was just about to undress when I felt mum's fingers gripping the waistband of my shorts, felt them being tugged down along with my underpants.

 

"There you are Louis." Said mum triumphantly. She was pulling my T-shirt over my head just as my shorts and briefs fell to the floor. "You tell me how any self-respecting slut, how any dedicated nymphomaniac could refuse a weapon like that?"

 

My father just looked as I stepped out of them, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were riveted to my cock. I guess he was in shock.

 

Dad saw me looking as he probed the outer lips of mum's vagina with an erect penis that was thicker than mine but around two and a half inches shorter. "Don’t ever force it in son. You get a woman wet down there it'll slide home easy enough. Remember it's all about pleasuring your partner, giving her the satisfaction she deserves. Because I can guarantee you that if she climaxes one or more times on the fucking you give her she'll return the pleasure to you tenfold. And a blowjob is just the same," he looked at my cock which was now more than halfway into mum’s mouth, "you don't ever force your cock down a woman's throat. Let them take as much as they can. It don't matter if they take all or half, you'll still get the same pleasure, especially if, like your mother, they swallow!”

 

I still couldn't believe this was happening. So yes, I was still reminding myself that a matter of roughly twenty-seven hours ago I was playing with myself for the umpteenth time. Since then I'd seen my mother naked, had her give me three blow jobs, well two and a sixty-nine if you want to be pedantic. I'd gotten a date with a girl who promised to be a lot of fun and an appointment with a woman who paints erotic - some people probably would've said, until recently, highly pornographic - pictures, and heaven knows where that could lead. And this morning here I was watching my father fuck my mother! Surely there was only one thing left for me to experience, and I had a strange feeling that I might just get a chance at that sooner than later. The question was with whom?

 

"Sweetest cunt I've ever fucked." my father was looking at mum as he slowly eased his cock past her inner lips and all the way home. He was looking at the way she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. "Well ain't that something, she's gonna do it, she's gonna take it all. Any woman can do that should be proud." Just then he pointed to my mother’s breasts. "Talking of things to be proud of, what about those lovely tits?” He pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then began to massage the tender flesh gently. "Look, you can tell how turned on she is by her nipples. Hey why don’t you grab one and feel for yourself."

 

I didn't even get a chance to do that, just like I hadn't had a chance to undress; my mother had my hand on her breast in a second. I pressed the palm of my hand into the firm slightly giving flesh and allowed my fingers to squeeze gently before using my thumb and index finger to massage the hard erect nipple.

 

The whole scene was complete now. Mum on her back with her legs pressed back and dad fucking her while he squeezed her left breast, her torso twisted towards me so that she could tilt her head back and take all of my cock deep in her throat while I played with her right breast.

 

For the moment I just looked at mum, looked at this extraordinary woman who was skewered on my father’s and my cocks. She was certainly a fine looking woman; she had a sort of down to earth sexiness that was different from Caroline Herschfeldt's sensual, more erotic beauty and Vikki Thompson’s youthful good looks, energy and apparent - though as yet unproved - sexual enthusiasm. Then I looked at the way my father was making love to mum. And it was making love, not just the grunt and groan fucking I so often associated with those drawn-out and very often boring sessions that made up the average, at least until recently, porno film. I looked at the way my father was doing it, at the sensual rhythms he was building up as he fucked her with a tenderness built out of his obvious love for her. Finally I watched with my father as we continued to squeeze her breasts gently, watched as she finally took the last inch of my cock into her throat and pressed her lips into my curly, black pubic hair. Lastly I watched as she moved her mouth on and off my cock in a counter rhythm to my father's fucking, watched as she used a circular grip with her thumb and index finger to masturbate me to a climax. It was almost overpowering, the feeling that I was about to blast another load down the throat of my mother. More so this time because I could feel the sensations of my father fucking, hear the moans of fulfilment as he began to close in on his orgasm.

 

"Oh Jesus!" I said finally managing a few words. "I hope your ready mum because I’m going to come." I managed to avoid thrusting my cock down her throat with some difficulty because I wanted to follow my father’s advice and let mum do the work. "Oh God be ready, because I can’t wait much longer."

 

"She’s ready," said my father, "just look at the way your mother's pushing herself against me. Look at the way she's sucking your cock and jacking you off. Your mother wants to bring you off at the same time that she comes because she knows that I'll be right there with you."

 

And that’s what happened. I blasted what seemed to be a never-ending stream down mum's throat and she took it all without batting an eyelid. Then both my parents climaxed a split second later and the three of us screamed the place down with complete abandon and total satisfaction.

 

After that my father rolled over next to mum, allowed his cock to flop limply onto his stomach and spoke to my mother as though nothing had happened. "Caroline Herschfeldt uhhmm, could you imagine if she painted a picture of our son getting his leg over with some gorgeous girl, it could be the making of him, what do you think? Hell, maybe he'll even get to fuck Caroline!" It was then that he realised that mum still had a grip of my cock and that it was still hard as a rock. "Jesus aitch Christ! You weren’t joking were you Mary." Then he turned to me. "Are you really going to her place tomorrow Justin, will you really be posing for her, for the sort of picture she paints?"

 

I slowly nodded my head. "I guess so. I mean she didn't exactly say so in as many words, but with the way she was sizing me up and feeling the muscles in my arms, and especially after seeing this picture it seems unlikely that I would be going there for any other reason, unlikely that if I was posing that it would be for any other sort of picture."

 

My mother began to stroke my cock in her right hand while she gently toyed with my fathers in her left. "She doesn't paint any other sort, I can tell you that much. And if she does paint you then it could be the best thing that ever happened."

 

"I don’t think it'll happen tomorrow mum, I think all we'll be doing is talking about the idea." I watched as my mother began to increase the speed of her wanking of my cock. "And anyway a lot will depend on how things go with Vikki."

 

Dad gave me the thumbs up then. "Quite right son, your mother and I know how important this girl is to you, which is why you have to do the right thing and tell her the truth from the start. After that anything is possible, especially in an open relationship, as your mother and I have just proved but you have to be honest with each other and state your needs and desires from the start, and from what you said about her engineering your meeting and enjoying a good time I think you might be right about her." He reached across, placed his hand on my stomach just above my raging 11-inch hard-on and pushed gently. "Now fuck off! You've had your fun and I want your mother's sexy body all to myself for a while."

 

"Leave your clothes honey," said my mother as she walked me to the bedroom door, pressed her naked body against mine and positioned my hard-on against her stomach as we stood at the open doorway. "She must be a nice girl Justin, especially if you like her, I just hope she wants the same things you do.”

 

"Me to mum, me too." I laughed feeling totally relaxed now. Then I stepped away and looked down at my erection. "Now while you and dad get … er … reacquainted I have some business to attend to."

 

Chapter10:  Good and Bad Times At The Local Bowl

 

I thought about what to do as I finished the long walk into town. A Saturday afternoon in this town offered a variety of attractions. There was the usual, like the cinema, ten-pin bowling, pinball, or more accurately video game, parlours. Then there was that place with the full size billiard tables and video games that had the unfortunate name of 'Shoot 'Em Up' that my father and I frequented quite often and that I often visited alone simply because, at least up until the last couple of days, I'd had nothing better to do. And then there was that other, rather upmarket billiard saloon 'Pot Black' that had only been open a matter of three weeks that I'd thought of visiting.

 

Of course I could always visit the hotel. Oh I couldn't get a beer or play the poker machines, not until October, but I could at least sample the atmosphere that had changed from the once raucous and rowdy to the now, at least according to my parents, restrained, more controlled but decidedly more sexual atmosphere. And then there were a couple of coffee bars that had developed a reputation for taking advantage of the recent changes.

 

Naturally there was always the good old shopping mall, an idea which I immediately dismissed because of the bad memories of the food court and all that disgusting cheap and nasty take-away which had been my main source of nutrition, an expression that was very much a contradiction in terms.

 

Taking everything into account. The choice was down to either snooker or ten-pin bowling, and seeing as I'd spent quite a bit of time in the 'Shoot 'Em Up' parlour I decided that I would head to the bowl.

 

The staff and teaching pros employed at the bowl had begged me to join any number of the senior leagues, my parents had been willing to pay my fees, take me and pick me up. But it had been around that time that I'd had my first confrontation with Julie Morris, that time when I'd decided to put all of my energy into dieting and exercise.

 

This was the first time since those days that I'd been this close to the centre and I wondered if any of the old staff were still there and whether they would recognise me. I walked through the open entrance - the doors were propped open to allow whatever breeze there was to waft through the centre to aid the ancient and faltering air-conditioning system - turned to the right where I knew the desk was and came face to breast – figuratively not literally – with Kim Carver, one of the staff who had been here during my bowling days.

 

"Well look at you," said Kim stepping back as she noticed where I was looking. "And yes all these new laws have resulted in some changes around here as I think you might have noticed."

 

Of course I had. When I had last bowled here the predominantly female staff wore blouses with light blue and white vertical stripes, navy-blue jackets and knee-length matching navy skirts. Now the still predominantly female staff, with of course the exception of the two mechanical guys, wore lacy light blue bras that veiled but didn't really conceal their nipples and the shortest and tightest of navy blue shorts that were pulled right up into their crotch in front and, when Kim turned to model the new style uniform for me, exposed most of the buttocks in back.

 

"Gee Justin, your mum said last week that you'd done really well, but she honestly didn’t do you justice." She slid her tongue lecherously along her top lip as she looked me up and down. "I am impressed. Now," she indicated herself and a young girl I’d never seen before who was dressed in similar fashion, what do you think?"

 

What did I think? I thought that any hope of bowling taking my mind off sex and the opposite of had disappeared with the sight of the lovely Kim. I looked her up and down, sizing up a figure that looked slightly less statuesque than my own mother, I would guess that to the naked eye that if my mother was a 36C, then Kim also possessed a thirty-six bust but probably with a B-cup. I guessed she was 22 or 23 around the waist while her well-rounded hips were probably a very nice 35 or 36.

 

"Wh-what d-do I th-think?" I took a deep breath in an endeavour to complete the sentence without stammering and stuttering. "I came here hoping to take my mind off half-naked women and girls and what do I see?" Having completed the relatively long sentence with barely a stammer I turned my palms out and indicated both girls, knowing my question was rhetorical and didn’t require an answer.

 

Kim grinned. "Tits and arse. Now do you still take a size ten in shoes?"

 

When I nodded she bent over from the waist, giving me a wonderful view of her heart shaped arse half covered by the skin-tight navy blue shorts, picked out the shoes and straightened up. "You’ve got a choice these days, first," she indicated with her left hand to the side near the entrance, to the lanes where a bunch of normal looking bowlers were bowling social games as they weren't leagues on a Saturday afternoon, or night come to that, "we have one lane available on that side. If you like that's the equivalent of a 'G'-rating at the cinema, or you can have one of two lanes on the adult side that's closed off. It has the equivalent of an 'MA'-rating, not to protect the modesty of the bowlers and their partners you understand, it's more so that we don't offend the customers and their families who don't feel they should be subjected to near nudity, we don't as yet allow full nudity or sex." She indicated herself. "This is as far as the females are allowed to go, though of course they can bowl in panties as well as the bra. Though," and she smiled, "we expect the rules about the nudity and the sex to change in the next few days and the equivalent of an 'R' Rating apply."

 

"You mean I … I … I'm going to be…?" I was unable to finish my stilted response, as I looked down at a penis that was beginning lift its head in appreciation of what was on show and what was potentially available.

 

"Afraid so Justin, now do you want one of those two lanes? You’re entitled, even if you don't have a partner. I mean you need to find out if you can deal with all of the distractions. Especially with recruitment for our 'special' league having just started." She handed me a leaflet from beneath the counter. "Here read this later, everything about the 'special league' is explained inside. It's a league that will change forever the perception of how leagues are run on the adult side of this centre." She looked back towards the closed off side. "Now, which side Justin?"

 

I thought about it, thought about Vikki and the potential she may have for being my partner if… Oh if only she was the sort of girl I had dreamed about for so long. With that thought in mind I told her I’d take a lane on the 'MA'-rated side, listened as she told me lane twenty-seven, took my shoes and walked through as she buzzed the door open.

 

As I walked through I glanced at the pamphlet, found my attention grabbed and started reading the leaflet about the new ‘Big Money Special League’ on the adult side:

 

THIS LEAGUE WILL BE A SPECIAL HIGH MONEY LEAGUE

THE COST WILL BE $90 PER WEEK PER BOWLER OVER 36 WEEKS

THERE WILL BE 28 TEAMS OF 4 BOWLERS

TOTAL PRIZE MONEY WILL BE $354,000 – DIVIDED AS FOLLOWS:

 

HIGH TEAM SERIES SCRATCH - $24,000

HIGH TEAM GAME SCRATCH - $24,000

HIGH TEAM SERIES + HCP - $12,000

HIGH TEAM GAME + HCP - $12,000

HIGH INDIVIDUAL SERIES SCRATCH $24,000

HIGH INDIVIDUAL GAME SCRATCH $24,000

HIGH INDIVIDUAL SERIES + HCP - $12,000

HIGH INDIVIDUAL GAME + HCP - $12,000

FOR A TOTAL OF $144,000

 

FINISHING PLACE AWARDS TO BE AS FOLLOWS:

1st $50,000         2nd $40,000         3rd $32,000

4th $25,000         5th $18,000         6th $13,000

7th $11,000         8th $9,000

9th $7,000     10th $5,000

FOR A TOTAL OF $210,000

 

THERE WILL ALSO BE WEEKLY CASH PRIZES AVAILABLE THE AMOUNT AND

FREQUENCY OF WHICH WILL BE DEPENDANT ON A SPONSOR BEING FOUND

 

All of that money sounded good to me and I reckoned I wanted a piece of that, if I could find the money and a partner. The first 'if', the money, was something I was fairly sure my parents would help out with, especially as they knew I was a pretty decent bowler. However it was the second 'if' that worried me. If I could find a partner.

 

But then I turned to the next page and discovered that bowling was only going to be a part of each week's activities. It seemed that some kind of removal of articles of clothing was going to be aligned with each game, that there would be some kind of sexual activity up to and even including full-penetration sex. That I, guessed, was what Kim dad been referring to when she mentioned about changes in the next few days. Now the problem of finding a partner became complicated. Not only did she have to be a good bowler she also had to be an exhibitionist and sexually adventurous. Now while I had a feeling that Vikki was probably both of the latter two I didn't know whether she had any sort of ability as a bowler and therein, of course, lay the problem.

 

I sat down at lane twenty-seven still reading the leaflet as I determinedly avoided looking around at the other lanes, and was about to change into my bowling shoes when I heard a familiar voice, a voice that seemed determined to ruin my afternoon.

 

"Well fuck look who's here! God you think I'd be able to keep away from this fat fuck over the weekend. So what are you doing here fat boy?"

 

"Julie is that really necessary? It's one thing to look and behave like the likeable slut you are. But is that sort of language really necessary in public?"

 

"When it comes to this prick bro, yes it is," responded Julie Morris who, I noted, was dressed in a lacy black bra and panty set that took the clothing regulation to its absolute limit.

 

She reached over and allowed her near-naked breasts to brush my arm as she snatched the leaflet off the seat next to where I was sitting.

 

"Come on Jules," said the one she’d called bro as he slapped her bottom on the half of her buttocks that her lacy panties failed to cover, "it's your bowl and I wanna see how you shake things up," he said pointedly pinching her right nipple through the cup that just covered her areola as she sat back down on the seat at lane twenty-six.

 

"Yeah, yeah Allan, you'll see." Julie Morris turned back to me. "Better have a good perv fatso, because that's all you’ll ever be able to do. There is no fucking way you’re getting your hands or anything else on THIS merchandise."

 

Well she certainly didn't appear to have any idea about hers and my mother's plans for next Saturday so I decided to act the way she expected. Not that that was real hard considering the way she and the other two girls on her lane were dressed and considering the force of her attack. The stuttering and stammering were certainly genuine. "And wh-what m-makes y-y-you th-th-think that I'd w-w-w-want t-t-to…"

 

"OH I D-D-D-D-D-DON'T KNOW J-J-J-J-J-JUSTIN…" came the, derisive and abusive reply as she mocked my helpless stammering "…M-M-M-M-M-MAYBE THE W-W-W-W-WAY Y-YOU K-K-K-KEEP F-F-F-F-F-FUCKING…"

 

"YOUNG LADY!!!"

 

Both Julie and I, her brother Allan, another guy who seemed to be another brother and both of the other scantily clad young ladies who were obviously the brother's girlfriends turned to see Kim Carver standing behind our lane hands on hips.

 

"Young lady if you continue making that sort of noise and using that sort of language you and your friends will be barred permanently from this bowl. Now I don't know what problems exists between you and Justin, but Justin was a regular bowler here until six months ago and I can assure you that staff and management will side with a man of impeccable character like Justin." She moved forward and gave me a gentle hug and a light peck on the cheek. "Now don’t you let this mouthy cow get to you Justin, we have cameras, with full sound capability focused on every lane. Just you do what you do best." And with that she was gone.

 

"Fucking bitch, did you hear…?"

 

The other young fellow, there was enough of a likeness, for me to be sure now that he was a brother as well, gripped Julie Morris by the shoulders and said in a stage-whisper that carried not only all of the passion and inferred violence he could muster but carried all the way down to lane fifteen at the other end as well, "Just shut it Julie, if we get banned from here because of you I promise I will tan your naked backside with a table tennis bat, and I will do it so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month let alone a week."

 

Suddenly there was instant cheering and applause from almost every one of the other bowlers on our side.

 

Suitably chastened, and now thoroughly upset by the whole incident, Julie more mindful of her near-nudity than at any other time, moved up to the lane, picked up her ball from the rack and proceeded to bowl it into the gutter about halfway down the lane.

 

Having watched Julie bowl that ball, I was strangely, less concerned about her state of undress than I was delighted with her gutter ball, I quickly put on my bowling shoes and went in search of a suitable 16lb house ball.

 

Distractions were all over the place. A lot of women and girls, some as young as 13 I estimated, were wearing as little as Julie was while others wore skirts with bras. Some girls, including the other two girls on twenty-six, were wearing panties with a crop top that fitted like a second skin and made it perfectly plain they weren't wearing a bra.

 

Unusually, at least I thought it was unusual, I found the girls in the panties and crop tops more distracting and in some ways more visually stimulating than I thought naked girls would be. It gave me pause for thought.

 

After finding a suitable ball and making my way back to the lane I saw that Julie had recovered enough to spare out her gutter ball.

 

I had just put my ball on the rack and was just about to pick it up and stand in position when the mouth started again, this time just loud enough that only our two lanes would be able to hear her. She had my leaflet in her hand. "This should be totally hilarious," she said using a line that I seem to remember came from the sequel to 'Eddie and the Cruisers', the film 'Eddie and the Cruisers, Eddie Lives'. "I mean come on Robertson for you to think that you’re good enough to bowl in a competition like this must be the biggest joke of all time." She laughed cruelly and for a good ten seconds. "And then of course you'd need a girlfriend wouldn't you?"

 

I wanted to mention Vikki, wanted to talk about my ability with a bowling ball but I knew it would be a total waste of time so I decided to let my ball do the talking for me. That is if I could manage some really good scores with a house ball and house shoes when I had top of the line equipment at home.

 

Just before I bowled I looked up and checked the scores on lane twenty-six, they had all just completed their 8th frame. The first bowler, the first of two presumed brothers called Evan, was 118 after a 9-miss. The second bowler, one of the girls by the name of Karen who by her body language seemed to be Evan's girlfriend, was on 78. Bowler three, the other brother Allan, was 134 after an open 7th frame with a strike in the 8th. The forth bowler, a girl called Anna who was obviously Allan's girlfriend was 104 having failed to convert a 5-7-10 split while the fifth bowler, Julie Morris of course, had followed up her embarrassing gutter spare which had been after a strike with a 7-1 to leave her on 92.

 

Now I felt better. I knew now, thanks to Kim, that this was the first of four games for them. Armed with that information I intended to play them frame for frame once I'd caught them up and hopefully put Julie Morris in her place, at least for this afternoon.

 

I picked up my ball, took up my regular position, and with my eyes on the arrow at the front left of the lane began my approach. Taking my regular four steps I threw the ball out over the first arrow and watched unhappily as the ball hooked past the headpin and hit the Brooklyn pocket, meaning it went left to right past the one pin and in-between the one-three pin pocket and therefore 'crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge' from the 'New York side' or what would be called a regular pocket hit – I'm a left hander and Brooklyn would be the one-two for a right hander while the New York or regular would be the one-three.

 

Fortunately even though it was a light hit it had enough work on it to take nine of the ten pins and leave a relatively simple six, which I disposed of comfortably.

 

After three more frames, two of which were regular pocket hits and one a Brooklyn giving me a seven, I was 55 in the third with all four frames being spares. Then I bowled the fifth frame and knew immediately I was in trouble. It hit the one pin head on ploughed straight 'through the nose' leaving the ‘big four’, the two corner pins on each side, the worst split you can get.

 

“Oh what a shame,” came the Julie Morris stage whisper.

 

I looked back towards Julie Morris but remained steadfastly silent not, of course, wanting to give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead I checked the five scores. Evan had taken his 118 to a respectable 156. Karen had turned her embarrassing 78 into a less embarrassing 121 thanks to a strike in the 9th and a strike followed by a 6-1 in the 10th. Allan, the only one of the five who looked anything like a bowler, had opened the ninth but had bagged out with three strikes in the 10th for a highly respectable 192 game while Anna had struck in the 9th, followed it up with a double in the 10th plus a nine count for a satisfactory 163. Which only left Julie who seemed keen to bowl before I attempted the impossible.

 

I stepped back and watched the Julie Morris lace covered bottom wiggle down the approach before she let the ball go somewhere near the centre. Then I watched as the ball rolled straight, hit the one-three-pocket and sent all ten pins to the deck.

 

Julie Morris turned and looked straight in my direction. "Sure beats what you've got don't it dickhead?"

 

Putting what Julie said out of my mind, easier said than done of course, and knowing she was watching I aimed for the seven-pin, hit it and as I'd hoped faintly clipped the four and sent it across the lane in the direction of the six-ten. It seemed for a second that maybe there was going to be miracle, but I watched in frustration as the four slid agonisingly close to the six before taking out the ten.

 

"Great try Justin," said the brother Allan, "you obviously know your way around a bowling lane."

 

"Thanks … er … Allan. This was a last minute decision so I haven't got my own ball and shoes. If I did I reckon I'd probably be doing a lot better."

 

"Hey what are you being so nice to the prick for, whose fucking side…?"

 

"Shut it Julie."

 

"Yeah why don't you give you mouth a rest and bowl, you’ve still got to finish the last frame," added Anna, Allan's girlfriend, whose brief crop-top pressed against her erect nipples making them almost visible through the tightly stretched material.

 

I thought she couldn't have been more than 15, though she, like her friend Karen, who looked about the same age, seemed to be fairly well developed for her age.

 

We all watched as Julie rolled a 9 and then missed the relatively simple 5 pin leaving her with the lowest score of the five, a mere 120.

 

By the time I had finished my game, four spares from six to nine and an open 10th frame left me with a disappointing 164, lane twenty-six had completed three frames of their second game. Then by the time I'd bowled three frames of my second game Julie Morris and company had completed their forth, effectively meaning I'd caught up.

 

I happily bowled my 4th before they bowled their 5th and then matched them frame for frame. And by the time they had all completed their 8th frames, and even though I was unhappy with my own game, I noted that I had the potential best score, 113 in the 7th with a strike in the 8th. A position that compared more than favourably with Evan’s 104 and a strike, Karen’s 90 and a spare, Allan’s 91 with a strike, Anna’s highly respectable 105 also with a strike and Julie’s disappointing 98 with an open frame.

 

By the end of that second game it was a no-contest thanks to my finding the range and striking out for a 203 game. Indeed the only two that went even close to matching me were Allan who all but struck out managing three strikes and a nine for a 180, a good follow-up to his first game 192, and Anna who managed a pair of strikes and an eight spare which gave her a more than useful 183 to follow on from her handy 163.

 

Evan managed a reasonable 161, but Karen and Julie couldn’t break out of the one-twenties, Karen with a 127 and a, for once, quiet Julie again bringing up the rear with a 124.

 

I found some even better form in the third game. After opening with two strikes I then went 8-spare, strike, 8-spare, two more strikes, an open 8th frame in which I missed both pins of a relatively simple 5-9, before striking out for a very satisfying 222 game.

 

It was as I bowled the third of my last frame strikes that I realised that Julie was about to bowl. So I stood back and pointedly watched her bowl a first ball 8 and pick just one of the two remaining with her second ball to finish with a strike-less 111, a score, I noted happily, that was exactly half of my score.

 

I looked her in the eye as she walked back using every bit of willpower I possessed, and concentrating very hard, managed to say without a single stammer, "Guess bowling is easier for some people than for others."

 

Julie was about to let loose a response when one of her brother's, Allan, put his hand over her mouth. "That's enough Julie, take your medicine, you've still got one more game to bowl. Who knows maybe if you put as much energy into bowling as you do in mouthing off you might be able to bowl a half-decent score."

 

"Yeah," came a voice from lane twenty-five, a guy who was seated with his scantily dressed big-breasted girlfriend sitting on his knee, "so might we all."

 

And then his girlfriend said to me, "And as for what the ignorant cow says about your bowling I wouldn't be worrying if I was you. That big money competition as made for a bowler like you. Somewhere out there a girl is going to hear about your bowling and is going to be begging to bowl with you." She looked at her boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek. "I just wish I could bowl I'd team up with you in a heartbeat."

 

After thanking the girl I held out my hand to Allan who took it. As we shook hands I said, "Thanks mate." Then I noted his score of 202 and added, "Great game. And I unless I've miscalculated that’s 574 against your sister's--" I looked pointedly at Julie '--rather miserable 355." I looked to the other scores and saw that Evan had managed a 167, Karen a second 121 and Anna a very nice 196 that was made even better because she'd closed every frame before turning back to Allan. "And I have to say--" by this time I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and was feeling totally relaxed without the slightest hint of a stammer. I reached out for the leaflet. "--I have to say that you and your delightful girlfriend here," I turned to Anna immediately worried that I might have offended her, “oh I hope I’m not being too…"

 

Anna, knelt on the seat, reached across totally unconcerned about her near-nudity, gave me a hug and a light peck on the lips and said, "you're a sweet young man Justin Robertson, and I don't think you could offend anyone." She thumbed back towards Julie Morris. "And don’t you worry about this slut, she might be my friend and the sister of my boyfriend but she can be a real pain in the arse sometimes."

 

"Thanks … er … Anna," I said delighted at the unexpected hug and kiss. "And I meant what I said. You and your friend Karen are both sweet, and, if I may say without embarrassing you, very nice looking girls."

 

"Oh you can say that all you like Justin," said Karen as she stood and posed hands on hips. "After all why do you think we bowl on this side?"

 

"Touché," I said. I turned to the brothers, speaking to Evan. "How come you two are so different from your sister?"

 

"You mean how come we're so friendly and she's such a bitch?"

 

"Well yeah, I guess if you want to put it like that."

 

"I guess you’d have to say that she's a throwback from her Grandmother who apparently, we haven't seen her in more than ten years, makes Julie look like Mother Teresa. That's not to say that there isn't hope for her, all she needs is the right man with the right cock to keep her under control."

 

I looked at Julie Morris then, looked at the way she was slumped in her seat, head on her chest, looking down between her feet. I'd never seen anyone look so dejected and for whatever strange reason I felt sorry for her. I reached across and put my hand on her shoulder in a friendly gesture and began to say, "Julie it doesn't have to be like this. Maybe we could just forget the past, maybe we could start…"

 

She turned around and stared at me a single tear in her eye. "Start again. You must be joking. And if you think this tear is because of you you're wrong, it's because of my brothers, because I thought… Oh who the fuck cares. Anyway we’ve got another game to bowl haven't we?"

 

"Hey Julie," said Evan grinning, "If you can drag your eyes off of Justin for long enough it's your bowl."

 

Julie had nothing to say, so instead she stepped up looked at the pins, bowled, missed the head pin and got a six-count.

 

In this fourth game after five frames I was beginning to wonder if two good games was the best I could manage. I was a decidedly miserable 63 in the 4th after an open frame with a 7-spare in the 5th while Evan was 85 in the 5th having opened and Karen an incredible 108 in the 4th after opening with four straight strikes with an 8-spare in the 5th. Allan, who was 27 after opening his first three frames, which included two poor single-pin misses, had managed to double up with strikes in frames four and five. His partner Anna had opened the 1st, 4th and 5th while striking in the 2nd and 3rd for a five frame total of 75. Even Julie, on a good four frame run after opening the 1st, was beating me, totalling 65 in the forth.

 

By the end of the game though all was well and all of my previous doubts had disappeared. Seven straight strikes had taken me to an impressive 233.

 

Evan finished at 133 having failed to closed any of his last five frames while Karen couldn’t keep up her fine start and managing just one more strike finished with 181. Allan, clearly the groups best bowler, turned his double into a three-bagger with another strike in the 6th, opened the 7th, spared the 8th and finished with four strikes for a very creditable 194.

 

As for Anna and Julie, well Anna proved that she would be a more than able partner for Allan by matching his finishing four strikes with four of her own for a 179 while Julie managed an improved 146.

 

I put away my ball feeling more than a little pleased with myself. Then I changed my shoes and picked up the leaflet while I waited for Julie and the two girls to put their skirts and tops back on and change their shoes, partly because I found it enjoyable watching them but mainly because Allan had asked me to wait so that we could examine each others printout.

 

"822 that's very impressive Justin. Let’s see, divided by four that's…"

 

"205! So what's the big fucking deal Allan?"

 

"Oh I don't know Julie let's have a look at your series. Let's see, 120, 124, 111 and 146. What's that, a total of 501 for an average of 125?"

 

"Oh yeah whatever! So, maybe bowling isn't my game."

 

"Guess nobody'll be looking to you for a partner will they?" Allan was looking at me as he said that.

 

"Oh don't be too hard on the poor girl Allan. Anyway what about your scores, I mean a 768 series for a 192 isn't too shabby," I said before looking in Anna's direction. "You'd be good partner for Allan. Now what did you bowl? Let's see, 163, 183, 196 and 179, that’s 721 for a 180 average. I reckon if you combine that with Allan's 192 you'd be real chance of a spot in that 'Special Leagues' final line-up."

 

Anna grinned. "Well thank you, that sounds a fair idea." She turned to her boyfriend. "What do you think lover? Can you afford $180, 'specially with all that money up for grabs?"

 

"Oh I think I can scrape it…"

 

"Come on!" came the interruption from a miserable, angry and very depressed Julie Morris. "Are we going or what?" she turned to Justin. "And I don't need you to stick up for me fat boy."

 

Allan and Evan both shook my hand before Karen and Anna each gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "It's been a pleasure Justin," said Allan for the four of them as he ignored his sister. "I hope we meet again, maybe Anna and I will even in meet you in that competition huh?"

 

"Oh that'll be the day," laughed Julie. "He needs a girl to partner him." And then shades of yesterday at lunch she added, "Come on let’s go I need some fresh air." Something she always seemed to need after being around me.

 

The two boys and their girlfriends waved and smiled in my direction as they followed Julie Morris out the door.

 

"Don't you worry about her," said Kim Carver as she came around the front of the counter dressed in her street clothes ready to go home, "once word gets around about this fellow who bowled an eight-hundred plus series for a two-oh-five average with a house ball and house shoes, I think you'll find young ladies cueing up to be your partner, matter-of-fact if I wasn't an employee here I'd bowl with you myself."

 

That made me smile practically for the first time since I'd discovered that Julie Morris was on the lane next to me. "Thanks Kim, I wish you could too."

 

"Hey I just had a thought." Kim turned to other girl who was also about to knock off, and after introducing her as Joanna Walsh said, "Joanna, what about that girl from the Thursday night Swingers League who was going to bowl with her father if they qualified until he broke his leg? Do you think she'd bowl with Justin here?"

 

"Geez Kim, considering he's about ten pins better than her old man and at least twenty or thirty pins better than anybody else we've seen so far that hasn't got a partner why wouldn't she? Christ I'm like you, I'd bowl with Justin here in a heartbeat." She grinned lecherously, placed her left arm across my broad shoulders and pulled me to her side. "I doubt that I'd … er … be in better hands, if you know what I mean." She kissed me on the lips and ran her hand down my back until it settled in the small of my back just above my backside.

 

I turned and looked towards Kim. "W-w-what d-does she…?" The trouble is I couldn't finish my question, I made the mistake of glancing towards the replacement staff behind the counter, staff who were dressed somewhat differently for the evening session. The bra had disappeared leaving them topless but for a light blue band that covered their nipples and both surrounding areola. The band featured the name of the bowl in silver lettering. As well as the band they also wore a very short navy blue skirt that with the slightest movement or bending of the wearer revealed thong style panties the same colour silver as the band. "J-Jesus, at least w-when I w-was in th-th-there," I pointed to the adult section, "I had the b-bowling to distract me." I turned away hiding my huge and embarrassing hard-on from a whole host of bowlers that were either leaving or just arriving. Unfortunately that meant I had to face Kim and Joanna, both of whom looked straight at the source of my embarrassment.

 

Kim laughed, but it wasn't like the sort of laugh I'd gotten use to experiencing from the likes of Julie Morris, or really, when I thought about it, only Julie Morris. No this laugh was friendly and sympathetic, it held feelings of passion, a feeling that she maybe liked what she could see. "Don't worry Justin, a hard-on is something we see on a regular basis in our job. I think what you need is to come with us to my van. I'll drop you off home after I drop off Joanna, I'm sure that she wouldn't mind…"

 

"Are you kidding." Joanna patted the bulge in the front of my pants and then looked up into my eyes and grinned, her face lighting up with carnal desire. "I couldn't think of anything I'd fancy more right at this moment."

 

At that point they both had one of my hands and were pulling me out of  the door towards the car park and Kim’s waiting Tarago.

 

By the time we got to the van, it was the latest model so it had sliding doors on both sides instead of the old models that had a single sliding door on just the passenger side, Joanna had her hands on the button and zipper of my jeans.

 

Fortunately Kim had parked her van in a parking spot right next to the side of the bowl and facing the brick wall that separated the bowling centre from the indoor cricket centre next door. That meant we were out of sight as my jeans fell. Given no choice, I stepped out of them and followed Kim as she opened the rear driver’s side door and stepped inside. Joanna immediately followed me into the middle of the three rows of seats.

 

Luckily, or maybe by design, the van had burgundy curtains that matched the colour of the van, so that when the two lusty women attacked my Y-fronts and pulled them down to and off of my ankles we couldn’t be seen, either from the side thanks to the drawn curtains or from the front thanks to the high brick wall.

 

I waited for a reaction to the sight of my rampant 11-inch erection. I didn’t know whether every reaction would be the same as my mother’s but I was soon to find out.

 

"Oh, oohh, ooohhhh! Oh my word!" Kim was doing her very best to keep the noise down so that we didn't attract the attention of other people who were constantly entering or leaving the bowl. "That is just so, so, big." She looked into my eyes just as Joanna nervously wrapped two hands around my huge hard-on. "Julie Morris obviously doesn't know about this," she laughed, "otherwise you'd be her best friend instead of her worst enemy." She turned to Joanna who was masturbating my cock with slow lovingly appreciative strokes as she leant down and kissed the head. "Have you ever seen the like of this?"

 

Joanna laughed as she continued to slowly wank my cock. "Are you kidding, both my older brother and my dad aren't much more than half this size. Even my boyfriend is only 7-inches and I thought he filled me pretty good." She leant down again and kissed the side of my penis as she looked up at Kim. "You know Danny feels big enough when he fucks me, I mean I'm sure that he sometimes bangs up against my cervix. Jesus I can't imagine what it would be like to feel this monster fucking away up me." She grinned, sat back up pecked me on the lips. "But I'd sure like to try."

 

"Well not tonight little lady, I've got a husband waiting for me and a twenty-first birthday party to go to. You've time to masturbate him or wrap those pretty little 18-year-old lips around it."

 

This was getting more and more unreal. Well really how could I believe what was happening, it seemed that whatever mum said about women and how they would feel was true. They only had to cop a glimpse of my apparently unusual size to practically fall over themselves to do things for me. Of course there were two exceptions. Julie Morris, who hated me with a passion that showed no signs of abating, and Vikki Thompson who, as strange as it seemed, liked me simply for who I was.

 

I looked down and watched Joanna Walsh wrap her lips around my cock while Kim turned side-on and began to wank me in time to her friend’s oral ministrations. My heart first skipped a beat and then began pounding as her tongue began to slide around the underneath of my cock as she moved her mouth on and off the first four inches of my cock. She obviously couldn't take all of me like mum could, which made me smile as I remembered that but it was like my father said '…and a blowjob is just the same, you don't ever force your cock down a woman's throat. Let them take as much as they can. It don't matter if they take all or half, you'll still get the same pleasure 'specially if like your mum they swallow!' Well I didn't know about the swallowing part. Yet!

 

Five minutes later I found out. Of course Joanna swallowed it all without missing a single drop, indeed she even cleaned me off. I then sat back and waited for a response similar to my mother's when she’d blown me for the first time. It wasn't long in coming.

 

"FUCK!" Kim and Joanna both responded with the same word at exactly the same time and at almost exactly the same level.

 

"Justin," Kim said as she slowly stroked her hand up and down my cock, which was harder than ever, "you're full of delightful surprises. Now one night very soon, when you find a girlfriend who," she leant down and kissed the head of my cock, "appreciates you for … er … what you are. I think my husband and I would like to have the pair of you over for dinner and…" She left the rest hanging and turned instead to Joanna as she pointed my penis in her direction. "You've got ten minutes to do something about that before I drop you off."

 

Joanna laughed and said, "I like a challenge," just before she wrapped her lips around my hard-on for a second time.

 

Then I watched Kim step out of the car and move into the driver's seat and looked to see the girl attacking my erection with relish. I wondered how an afternoon that had started so disastrously could end so memorably…

 

*****

 

When I walked in the front door and stepped through to the lounge I saw my mother, wrapped in a towel that when it was pulled up to cover her nipples was barely long enough to cover her pussy, getting goosed by my father who was standing behind her dressed in just his playboy boxer shorts.

 

"Had a good time have we Justin?" dad said as he whipped mum's towel away leaving her naked.

 

My mother didn't even bother protesting this time she just turned around and wrapped her nude body around dad and kissed him passionately as he gripped a cheek of her bottom in each hand and squeezed gently. "Oh Louis if it wasn’t for dinner and the party tonight, I would give you the rest of the evening to stop that."

 

"So what happened that gave you that self-satisfied smirk?" asked dad as he slid his boxer shorts down to his ankles, stepped out of them, lifted my mother up and planted her on his erect cock without any kind of preamble.

 

I sat down on the couch and looked on as my parents fucked, I couldn't say making love because my father was using all of his considerable strength to lift mum on and off his cock, in the standing position after turning side-on so they could both look in my direction. It was almost as if dad was brutally masturbating his cock with mum’s vagina as they kissed and kissed and kissed and just kept on kissing for what must have been a good five minutes before mum eventually broke the kiss.

 

"So … GASP … what … UUHHH … was the … OH YES … smile for?" mum asked as my father bounced her up and down on his erection.

 

"I think the last half-hour of what had started off as a really miserable afternoon."

 

What else could I do? I told my parents everything of the afternoon with the exception of my meeting with Julie Morris, her two brothers and their girlfriends while I watched my father sit in an armchair next to me, still fucking mum. I told them first about how I went to the bowl and met Kim Carver, about the other new girl, Joanna Walsh and about the league, and more especially about the cost, which mum and dad both agreed would be a good investment because of my natural bowling ability, always assuming, of course, that I could find a partner.

 

My mother grinned as she used the thumb and index finger of one hand to pinch and tease her clit and her other hand to play with her breasts as she took the active roll and began bouncing on dad's cock as she changed the subject slightly. "Did you think she looked sexy in her new uniform?"

 

"Yes Kim told me you were at the bowl last week, how come you didn't tell me?"

 

"I guess it … OH FUCK THIS IS GOOD … didn't seem important." Mum lifted herself off dad's cock, turned around, sat back on his lap facing me and once again slotted herself on his cock.  "OH YEAH … me and a couple … YES LOUIS YES … me and a couple from our Saturday night parties, Karen and Allan Simpson, went while your father was at work and you were at school."

 

"And being the show off you are mum you went to the closed off section didn’t you?"

 

"Of course, … OH FUCK … I found out how much fun it is bowling while you’re as naked as the bowl will allow … OH YES STICK IT UP ME LOUIS. And people get really friendly as well. Do you know I … OH GOD—" she began bouncing on dad's cock harder than ever before "--I spent the whole time I was there sitting on Allan's lap while Karen was all over a guy on the lane next to us. God … FUCK ME LOUIS FUUCCCKKKK MEE… God none of us was any good, but it was the most fun you could have … OH FUCK … without actually fucking in public. I just wish that I could've been totally naked and that they would've allowed us to fuck."

 

"You know mum," I was even able to look at my parents having noisy sex on the chair right next to me with the slightest hint of embarrassment or the slightest desire to look away, which, of course, made a nice change, "I didn’t know you could bowl. I don't suppose that you’re…?"

 

She laughed and continued to bounce on her my father's cock. "Are you kidding. If I … OH YES … if I manage to keep … GOD FUCK ME … keep it on the lane I'm … YES LOUIS YES … I'm doing well! Sometimes I was even so bad I considered using those bumpers they have for the kids."

 

"I’m gonna come honey, I'm gonna come!" Mum never moved so quickly. She was off his lap in a split-second, had her mouth on his cock in a further split-second and then swallowed every drop and cleaned him off without spilling a drop.

 

"Now," said my mother as she sat her naked body on my lap facing me with her legs spread either side of mine, wiggled her bottom on my erection and pressed her breasts into my chest, "where were we?"

 

I rested my left hand on mum's upper right thigh and wrapped my right arm around her waist. "I think you were telling me that I needn't bother asking you to join in this competition with me." I looked over my right shoulder at the pamphlet I'd placed on the table.

 

Mum jumped off my lap, knelt down, unzipped me and took out my 11-inch hard-on. "No son," she said as she leant forward to kiss its tip and lick up the pre-cum leaking from the piss-slit, "I shouldn't think you should. Anyway I reckon there's a certain young lady you're going out with tomorrow night who should be asked first. And besides, knowing Kim, and I reckon I do, I think that there's a fair chance she'll probably know a young lady who's a good bowler and in need of a partner."

 

"Well actually just as we went out to her van she told me about some girl in a Thursday night league who was going to bowl with her father but couldn't because he broke a leg. She'd said she'd give her a call and then let me know."

 

"Sounds good," she licked the underside of my cock and looked up at me. "But don't forget to give this young lady Vikki a chance to be your partner first."

 

"Now what do I … OH JESUS MUM … what do I do?" I looked down and watched as my mother tilted her head back and, in one smooth, continuous swallow deep-throated me even as she used her tongue to lick the underside of my prodigious hard-on. "Oh Jesus mum this is so… It makes four times in the last thirty-five…"

 

Mum took her mouth off my cock, knelt back and just stared. "WHAT! Come on Justin give. Is this the reason for that smile we were asking about?"

 

"Oh yes." I was grinning now, feeling more self-assured than ever. "I guess you could say that that last half-hour more than made up for four hours bowling next door to Julie Morris!"

 

"You’re kidding! And I just bet the mouthy cow couldn't control herself again?"

 

"Yeah well it was looking like that until Kim came through and shut her up. Then her two brother's and their girlfriends kept her reasonably well in control."

 

"So anyway that's enough about 'the mouth' who apparently is going to get a little," he looked pointedly at my cock, "or maybe a lot of what's coming to her. Now tell us what, or maybe who, put that smile on your face."

 

Before I could answer mum wrapped her lips around my cock once more and took me right into her throat. Then she began moving her mouth on and off my cock following it with her right hand as she masturbated me making speech simply impossible as she worked and worked me until I blew a load deep into her throat.

 

Only when I was cleaned up did she lean back, lick her lips, give dad and me a self-satisfied smack and smile. "Hey look Louis," said my mother her smile ever broader, "it’s drooping." She nudged his leg from her position seated on the floor. "You know what that means don't you?"

 

Dad laughed, it was loud and guttural, straight from deep within his barrel chest. "Yes, it means that even our son has his limits!" He pointed to his cock that had grown stiff again from seeing his wife give me a blowjob. "Come on slut, take a seat. And this time just use the muscles of your cunt, I want this fuck to last." My father then turned in my direction. "Now tell us Justin, just what did Kim…?"

 

I interrupted with a laugh. "No dad it wasn’t Kim. I guess that's not to say that she wouldn't, but I think she'd need her husband to either be there, or to at least know in advance. No it was the 18-year-old girl, at least that's how old Kim said she was, Joanna Walsh. She gave me one blowjob in the car park at the bowl…"

 

"Say what!" came the joint response.

 

"Oh it’s all right Kim's brand new Tarago was parked next to the building and facing the brick wall that separates the bowl from the indoor cricket centre next door. And she has burgundy coloured curtain matching the colour of the van so nobody was seeing inside."

 

"Oh it's not that Justin, certainly not as far as I'm concerned. I mean I know Kim has a Tarago and I know she has curtains. No it's the thought of you, our shy, withdrawn, reserved, and you can add just about any other word that describes someone who finds it almost impossible to communicate with the female sex, receiving a blowjob from a young girl he'd just met."

 

"Three mum, three! She began a second one as Kim drove away, and began a third just before we reached her home which Kim very generously let her finish before she brought me home."

 

"FUCK!"

 

"No mum," I said feeling cheeky and as relaxed as I've ever been in my life, "we didn't get around to that. Besides I…"

 

"Cheeky little fuck," grinned mum as she started the very slightest of up and down movements on dad's cock. "But I think you're quite right," she said reading my mind, "you should wait for Vikki, for the sake of twenty-four hours you should give her the chance to be your first. Of course you know you'll have to tell her about Joanna don’t you?"

 

"Of course mum." Then something occurred to me and I waited a few seconds before I mentioned what it was. "But what about this Caroline Herschfeldt?" It almost seemed a stupid question, but it was one I had to ask. "What about if she wants to…? Wants me to … er … well you know…?"

 

"Fuck her?"

 

"Yes. I mean you've just said I should wait for Vikki. Does that mean I should turn her down if it's clear she wants us to … er … f-f-fuck!"

 

She grinned. "Well when you put it like that," mum looked down to where dad’s cock was fully embedded in her cunt before adding, "maybe you should take whatever is on offer, take it as it comes, if you’ll pardon the awful double-entendre. I mean from what you've told us about this girl I doubt she goes more than a few hours let alone a day without getting herself fucked by some lucky boy or maybe man. And—" she smiled again "--I have a feeling that you'll soon be joining that lucky group."

 

"But what about us mum? Should I tell what we…?"

 

"Of course. That cliché 'honesty is the best policy' might be old, but it's true. And anyway incest is no longer illegal. Besides I also have a feeling that where young Vikki is concerned sex starts and ends at home, which means I doubt she'll be very upset." She looked down to where she was still joined at the genitals with dad then looked at my cock, which had started to rise to the occasion again, before she looked into my eyes. "Maybe you should go and stir the casserole for me Justin to take your mind off us."

 

I had to laugh. "Off your fucking you mean."

 

"Well I thought that's what I said. Now when you've given the casserole a stir you can wrap three potatoes in foil and place them in the oven."

 

"Okay," I said grinning as I took a last look at them fucking before I headed to the kitchen.