Chapter 11
(MF, Mmm, Fmm, exhib, mast, oral, voy)
Frank fucks his mother-in-law, walks in on Ted fucking Nellie. Nellie is banged by Roy and Mickey...
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We were up early Sunday morning. Nellie took a fragrant bubble bath while I cooked a big breakfast. When she came downstairs, she was wearing translucent black baby doll pajamas.
"If that doesn't give Ted an instant erection, he is clinically dead," I remarked.
"When are you going to intrude?" she asked.
"Ten o'clock sharp. Make certain you're in the throes of passion."
She giggled, "This is so...so kinky."
"What are you going to tell Ted after I leave?"
"Just that we have an open marriage. Both of us are free to have lovers."
"I won't be answering the phone at the Chronicle," I said as I left, not mentioning I wouldn't be anywhere near the Chronicle.
My mother-in-law greeted me at the door with a passionate kiss. I groped her as I carried her to her bed. I fondled and caressed and kissed my way from her face to her pussy. I performed cunnilingus until she begged for my cock. I fucked her. I fucked her hard and fast.
"I love tasting and fucking the pussy that gave birth to my wife. Fucking mother and daughter is so hot! I want you to suck the cock that's fucked your daughter's cunt." She didn't need to be asked twice.
After I came, we 69ed. We both came again in each other's mouth. Afterward, she went to the kitchen and fetched some sweet tea.
"I have to be home at ten for a few moments," I said.
"Why?"
"Your daughter wants me to walk in on her young lover fucking her, and let him know that my wife can fuck anyone she wants to fuck. Then, I'll come back here, and we can continue fucking 'til noon."
"Hellen wants you to see her fucking!?!"
"It was my idea originally," I explained. "But it turned her on, and she wanted it to happen as soon as possible."
"You are so perverted," she said with a snicker.
"How would you like me to tell Nellie that I'm fucking her mother?"
"Don't you dare!"
"Don't worry. I won't tell, unless you want me to. Y'all could compare notes. You could tell her all about Roy, and she could tell you about Ted. Y'all could put an ad in the swingers' magazine, looking for some stud who's interested in fucking a mother-daughter team."
"That's outrageous," she gasped. "Is there such a magazine?"
"The Palmetto County Party Line, published weekly."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
I left at 9:45, and pulled into the parking lot less than five minutes later. I parked, and walked toward Sarge's stairs when Roy stopped me.
"Mr. Harris, uh, Frank... I went to your apartment a little while ago looking for you. Mrs. Harris answered the door. She was wearing your robe. It wasn't tied, and she was holding it closed in front of her... uh... chest. The wind kind of blew it open below that, and I could see a sexy black lingerie under it, and you could see through the lingerie, and I could see that she wasn't wearing panties. She said that you weren't home and that you wouldn't be back until after noon. Then I heard somebody cough inside, and I think I smelled marijuana."
"Everything's cool, Roy." I explained the situation and the scenario, and was tempted to have the kid join me. In the end, I decided to go in alone.
I eased the back door open and quietly closed it behind me. That skunky pot smell lingered.
I could hear grunting, groaning and panting. As I neared the bedroom door, I heard the rapid slurpy slapping sounds of near-orgasmic coitus.
I stepped into the bedroom. Ted was unaware of my presence. Nellie saw me, and said, "Fuck me, Ted! Fuck me!" before stiffening and gasping, "Frank! What are you doing home?"
Ted rolled off the bed, away from me and looked around desperately for an escape route.
I raised my hands, palm out.
"It's cool, kid. We're cool," I assured. "There's nothing to worry about."
Then to Nellie, "You should let me know when you're going to be... erm... entertaining friends. I'll be back a little after noon, if that's not inconvenient."
"Noon will be fine," she said in as dignified a tone as she could muster.
"Sorry for the interruption, young man," I said stifling a laugh.
As I descended the stairs, I heard Nellie giggling. She was stoned. Roy waited for me in the parking lot, and I described the encounter in detail.
"You really are weird, Mister...uh... Frank. You really like seeing another man fuck your wife?"
"It was even hotter than I imagined it would be," I said while giving Herman a squeeze.
"Aren't you afraid that some man will do it better, and steal your wife away from you?"
"Believe me, Roy. For me, the reward is worth the risk."
"Now that I think of it, it is pretty hot," he admitted. "It's better than looking at dirty magazines, or watching porn on cable."
"You've watched porn on cable?"
"My buddy's dad has all the premium channels. Mickey knows how to unlock the adult channel when his parents aren't home."
"Is Mickey your jackoff buddy?"
Roy blushed and nodded.
"That's cool. I would love to meet him. Maybe he could be my jack off buddy too.
"Now, I have some things to do. I'll be back around noon. Don't come to see me until after 1 o'clock. Nellie and I will have some things to discuss."
"Ted's thing?" Roy giggled.
"Most definitely, Ted's thing."
I returned to Sarah, and filled her in on my activities.
"Roy has a jackoff buddy? They watch porn together?" she asked with a sense of surprise.
"Is granny wanting a teen twofer?" I quipped.
"No! You are a sick person. You know that?"
"You may act indignant, Sarah. But I saw lust light up your eyes."
"Imagining is no crime," she defended.
"But you're already a sexual criminal. A 50-year-old woman taking a 14-year-old boy's virginity. It's not a big step from that to corrupting two teens at once."
"You don't think he'll tell his buddy about me, do you?"
"You, specifically? No. But I'm certain he won't be able to resist telling his masturbatory mate about his hot anonymous grownup lover."
"Do you think he'll tell you about their conversations?"
"I think I'll be able to weedle it out of him, especially if I can get him to let me join him and Mickey in a joint jack-off session."
"Roy probably wouldn't want to share me," she said with a hint of disappointment.
"Probably not. Not at first, anyway. Maybe after I let them know, that I let you know, about my jack-off sessions with them."
"You truly are evil!" she laughed.
"And you love it as much as your daughter does."
She was quiet for a moment, pondering something. "I've been thinking about bringing up the subject of open marriage with Gerald. Maybe saying that a woman I know has such an arrangement with her husband. Then gauge his reaction."
"Sounds like a plan," I said. "Of course, you would be offering him the opportunity to fuck other women. Younger females. Maybe even illegal trysts, such as yours with Roy."
"Gerald!?!" She laughed derisively. "Honestly, can you see my husband as a pedophile?"
"Wasn't it just a few days ago that you doubted the wisdom of me allowing my 10-year-old daughter to spend the weekend alone with her doting grandfather in a houseboat?"
"And you said that you were certain that he would never do anything inappropriate."
"That is not exactly what I said."
"It's not?"
"We agreed that Gerry would never do anything Felicity didn't want him to do."
"What's the dif... oh..." Sarah's imagination went into high gear.
After a minute of pondering the situation, she said softly, "He would do anything for Felicity. Anything she ‘wanted' him to do."
"Yes. I believe he would."
"What if…?"
"As long as Felicity's a happy daughter, I'm a happy daddy."
"Oh, my God! Fuck me, Frank!"
We fucked and 69ed again, but I couldn't get it up after that. I hoped I could re-energize by the time I returned to the Enchanted Garden.
We were quiet for a while, then Sarah asked hesitantly, "Frank? You said that the serpent told the truth in the Garden of Eden, and God lied."
"I don't think you want to go there, Sarah. I'm sorry I mentioned it. Forget it."
"You said that you could prove it scripturally."
"You don't want to go there, Sarah. Keep believing what you believe. It's more comfortable that way."
"Comfortable?"
"Once you begin seeking the truth, the quest is never ending."
"Tell me. I need to know."
"Read it. And, when you read it, pay attention," I instructed. "God told Adam he would die on the day he ate the forbidden fruit. The serpent told Eve they wouldn't die, that their eyes would be open, and they would become as Gods, knowing good and evil."
"Yes?"
"They didn't die. Their eyes were opened, and God expelled them from the Garden because they had become as gods, knowing good and evil. God lied. He was the original sinner."
Sarah took her bible off the bedside table. I showered and dressed. I kissed her goodbye. She looked at me, bewildered. "You're right."
"Now, you're really fucked. You're now going to pay attention when you read the Good Book. You're going to begin to see your God in a whole new light."
I returned to the Enchanted Garden, Where Roy and another boy greeted me as I got out of my car.
"Hi, Frank," Roy said feeling a bit more comfortable addressing me informally. "This is my buddy, Mickey. He's 13."
"Hi, Mickey," I said, extending my hand. "I hope I can be your buddy, too."
"Yeah," he said excitedly. "That would be cool... erm... Frank."
"Did Roy tell you that I'm a fucking pervert?" I asked wit a grin.
Mickey blushed, snickered, and nodded his head enthusiastically.
"I'll see y'all later. I have things to discuss with my wife."
"Ted's thing," Roy chuckled.
"You told Mickey about Ted's thing?"
"Yes, sir. That's alright isn't it? I mean, I told you about us watching porn and doing stuff."
"Perfect," I said. "We really are buddies now. Aren't we Mickey?"
"Yes, sir. I mean, yeah, Frank, we're buddies."
I went inside and found Nellie rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. "Don't we have chips or something to snack on?" she whined.
"There should be a pack of saltines."
"I already ate those."
"You've got the munchies," I chuckled. "You smoked pot with Ted."
"You said it wasn't addictive, and that the ‘Gateway Drug' thing was Reefer Madness nonsense, and Ted said so too."
"Okay," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the Mustang. "Let's make a munchie run."
She was fastening her seatbelt before realizing she was wearing only her erotically provocative negligee sans panties. "I'm not dressed!"
"You can stay in the car. I'll run into the store and stock up on chips and dips. How about potato chips, French onion dip, Fritos, and bean dip?"
"And rocky road ice cream?"
"Okay."
"And puffy Cheetos?"
Spying Roy and Mickey hanging out by the laundromat, I stopped. "Hi, guys. We're making a munchie run to the 7-Eleven. Want to ride with us?"
"Sure!" Roy replied enthusiastically.
I got out, and pushed my seat back forward. "Hop in."
"Frank!?!" Nelly gasped, tugging the hem of her negligee down and covering her crotch with both hands.
"It's cool, Nellie. Roy's already seen you fuck, and Mickey's our buddy. He's cool."
"Hi, Mrs. Harris," Roy said.
"Hi, Mrs. Harris," Mickey said. "You're beautiful."
Nellie straightened up with her shoulders back and chest out. "Thank you, Mickey. You're a handsome young man."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Mickey blushed and grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
The convenience store was barely a minute away. I didn't bother to ask the boys if they wanted to come in with me. I quickly gathered up goodies and paid the cashier. I stopped at the door, and watched for a couple of minutes before exiting.
Mickey was leaning forward, against the back of the driver's seat, which was resting against the steering wheel. Nellie was turned toward him, with her left hand holding the nightie's hem over her crotch, listening to the boys' chatter.
I pushed the seatback back, and plopped the bag of goodies on the console. Nellie immediately tried to rip the family size potato chip bag open, using both hands, exposing her vagina.
Roy saw Mickey's eyes saucer size, and immediately stood to look over Nellie's right shoulder as she struggled to open the bag.
"You're showing the boys your pussy," I teased.
She quickly straightened up, and tugged the hem of her lingerie down with both hands to cover her crotch. Then she looked longingly at the potato chip bag, and giggled, "Fuck it. They've already seen it." and resumed her assault on the bag. Mickey took it and opened it for her.
"Thank you, Mickey. You are a gentleman," she said, then munched contentedly all the way back to the apartment.
I got out quickly and opened her door for her, and took the chips from her hand as she struggled with the belt buckle. The boys stood beside me, waiting for her to get out. She unbuckled the belt, looked at the boys, and down at her crotch, realizing there was no way she could get out of the car without exposing herself. She looked at me. "You really are a fucking pervert."
"I'll see y'all later," I said.
"Thanks for the ride, and everything," Roy said.
"Yeah," Mickey agreed. "It was really nice meeting you Mrs. Harris."
"The pleasure was mine, Mickey."
I closed the door behind us and asked, "Did Ted leave you any pot?"
"Two joints."
"Bless him."
"He said that it was horny weed. He didn't say that it was also hungry weed."
"While marijuana helps people quit drinking, it is no good for people who want to quit eating. Pot and dieting are incompatible."
"Shit!" Nellie muttered, scooping ice cream into a bowl.
"Where's the pot?"
"In my nightstand."
I rushed upstairs, opened her nightstand drawer, and saw to fat joints. I took one downstairs and lit it with a kitchen match. I felt the buzz after the first toke. Fast acting usually meant short duration. My cock twanged to erection. Definitely horny weed.
Nellie sat on the couch Indian style. I held the joint to her lips. She took a long toke and held her breath. Ted taught her how to smoke pot.
"Tell me about the Ted experience."
She giggled, "He was ringing the front doorbell within a minute of you walking out the back door. I asked him if he saw you leave, and he said no. Then he told me how sexy my nightie was, and asked if I smoked pot, and I told him that I didn't. He told me that it enhanced all the senses, and made everything more enjoyable. Especially sex. We were on the couch, kissing and fondling, and he was really taking his time. He was just starting to eat my pussy when Roy knocked on the door, looking for you."
"Yeah, he told me about that before I walked in on you and Ted."
"Then we took another toke or two, and went upstairs. I helped him undress, and got down on my knees and sucked his cock. I used more tongue action, like you told me, and he came quickly. His dick shrivels up fast when he cums. Yours is the only one I've had that stays hard after orgasm."
"I was born lucky," I half joked.
"I looked at the clock, and knew it would be more than a half hour before you showed up, so I stalled him by asking about working on offshore drilling rigs. He told me all about it. It sounds dangerous."
"It is. I did it for a couple of months before getting hired by the Chemical City police department."
"He's on the rig for a week, and off for a week. Their shift change is on Thursdays."
"Yeah, I know. That's how they do it. Now get back to the sexy part."
"We smoked some more, and made out some more, then he started fucking me. Real slow at first, and gradually picking up speed. Then he was fucking me hard, and I was about to cum, and I was afraid we would be finished before you came in, then you came in, and I came, and he came."
"My timing was perfect," I boasted. "Roy held me up for a little while, telling me about seeing you in your nightie, hearing Ted cough, and smelling pot."
"After you left, Ted said that he was considering jumping out of the window naked, but his car was locked and his keys were in his pants pocket, by your feet. Then you told him everything was cool. Then he asked me what I thought you would do if he was still here when you came back."
"What did you say?"
"Knowing Frank, he'd probably invite you to stay for supper, or maybe even spend the night."
"You didn't tell him I'd want to watch?"
"I don't think he's quite ready for that. It might freak him out. And your cock might give him an inferiority complex. Anyway, he wasn't ready to meet you socially."
"When are you supposed to see him next?"
"We're going to meet for drinks after work tomorrow at the Holiday Inn. It's going to be hard to arrange things with us both working days now, and Felicity being around all of the time."
"I don't see a problem. You can go to his place."
"He's living with his parents temporarily while he saves up money for a mobile home to put on an acre of land he bought north of town. Him and his wife will live in the mobile home while he builds their house on his weeks off."
"Then, he can get a room at the No Tell Motel. If absolutely necessary, I could take Felicity to a movie or somewhere for a couple of hours while y'all fuck here."
"He said that he couldn't imagine letting his wife fuck around."
"He's married?"
"Not yet. He's engaged. Her parents won't give her permission to marry before her 18th birthday, which is in September."
"Let's smoke pot and fuck."
She got up and took the bowl to the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. She turned to leave.
"Let's fuck here. Lean over the counter, and I'll fuck you from behind," I said, maneuvering near enough to the wall, where I could easily reach over and slide the window curtain open. I was hoping Roy and Mickey were still hanging out nearby, and would notice the curtain opening. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit from behind.
"You really got off to it. Didn't you, Babe?" I asked. "Watching me watching you getting fucked."
"Yes, Frank. It was even hotter than I imagined it would be. Watching you watch me, even though it was only for a few seconds."
"How would you like to watch me jack off while I watched you getting fucked?"
"Fuck me, Frank!"
I rammed my cock hard into her cunt as I slid the curtain open, grasped her hips, and slowly humped. "I really do want to jack off while I watch you fuck and suck cock. I want to kiss you after a man comes in your mouth, and clean your pussy out after you've been fucked."
"Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me. I want to watch you watching me fuck and suck cock. That is so God damned hot. I can't believe how much it turns me on to think about it. How much it turned me on to watch you watch Ted fuck me."
I caught movement in my peripheral vision. I looked to my left. Roy and Mickey had their noses plastered to the glass.
"Oh, Baby. You are such a hot fucking piece of ass. I want you to fuck whoever you want to fuck, whenever you want to fuck, wherever you want to fuck, and however you want to fuck."
"Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me."
"Roy and Mickey are watching through the kitchen window."
"What!?! Oh, Fuck! Unh unh unh unh unh Fuuuckkk!"
After coming down from her orgasm, she turned around and glared at me. "You're insane. Totally insane. Do you know how much trouble we can get into?"
"Not we; me. You didn't know I opened the curtain so the boys could watch."
"You planned this with them!?!"
"No. It was a spur of the moment thing. I opened the curtain, hoping they were hanging out and would see it."
"I can't believe you. You are so, so, so in-fucking-sane. Do you have any idea how much trouble you'll be in if those boys' parents find out?"
"What you don't understand is that The Enchanted Garden really is enchanted. There's some kind of sex magic here that allows us to do whatever we want to do. To go with the flow. To submit to our urges."
"You really are insane if you believe that."
I opened the back door and invited the boys in.
Nellie shook her head. "Boys? Do you know how much trouble Frank will be in if the wrong people find out what he just did?"
"Yes, Ma'am," they chorused.
"We're not going to tell," Mickey swore.
"Was that better than watching porn on cable?" I asked.
"Yes sir!" Mickey said.
"A lot better," Roy said. "I can see why you love watching Mrs. Harris fuck!"
"You're really hot, Mrs. Harris!" Mickey gushed.
"Thank you, I think. I shouldn't even be talking to you boys about this. This is insane. I'm going to take a nap," she said. "Where are the Fritos and bean dip? I'll take them to bed with me."
After she went upstairs, Mickey nudged Roy, and whispered, "Ask him."
"You ask," Roy whispered back.
"Y'all can ask me anything. Don't be afraid or embarrassed. I never had an adult I could really talk to when I was a kid. And, as I told Roy, I never had a jack-off bud. I'm glad you two have each other. I would love to be your grownup confidante and jack-off buddy."
"Cool!" Mickey exclaimed. "That's what I wanted Roy to ask you. He told me what you said, I just wanted to be sure he wasn't bullshitting me."
"Jack-off buds don't bullshit each other. When Roy told me that y'all were jack-off buds, I wanted to join you, and get naked with you. I wanted to jack off with you. I wanted to jack y'all off while y'all jacked me off."
"Can we do it now?" Mickey asked.
"Let me run upstairs for a second. I'll be right back." I went up, got the other joint, lit it, took a toke, and handed it to Nellie, who also partook.
"Are you sure this stuff isn't addictive?"
"Some people have developed a psychological dependence, that's similar to addiction."
"Damn you!" she exclaimed, taking another toke.
"Ted's the one who turned you on to it. Not me."
"Oh, yeah," she giggled.
"I'm going downstairs. The boys and I are going to jack each other off."
"What! You're going to hell, you know. Or prison. Which is hell for pedophiles."
I snuffed out the joint and returned to the living room. "Why are you boys still dressed?"
They quickly shed their tee shirts, shorts, and tighty whities. Roy's cock stuck straight out. Mickey's stuck out at a steep upward angle. Both were a tad over 7 inches. Roy's was circumcised, Mickey's wasn't.
I took Mickey's in my right hand, and Roy's in my left, stroking gently. Both boys eagerly grasped my shaft, with Roy's hand at the base.
I sighed, "This is even more fun than I imagined."
"It's so fucking big," Mickey said. "You'd think it would hurt Mrs. Harris when you fuck her."
At that moment, Mrs. Harris was stealthily descending the stairs .
"Come on down, Nellie. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist watching."
"We could get in SO much trouble," she replied.
"Maybe. But not at this moment. Get your head out of unknown and unpredictable futures, and get into the moment. Immerse yourself into the moment. Nothing else in the universe matters. These young hard cocks feel so fucking good in my hands. And their young hands feel so good around my hard cock."
"Yeah, Mrs. Harris," Roy said. "Frank's huge fucking cock feels great. I love jacking your husband off while he jacks me off."
"Yeah," Mickey agreed. "This is so fucking hot! Especially with you watching us!"
"Come closer, Babe," I urged. "You know you want to. Get naked. Join us. Jill off while you watch us jack off."
She hesitated for a moment, then caved. "What the fuck? Why the fuck not?" she exclaimed, pulling the nightie off over her head, and drawing near. "This is So wrong."
"Wow!" Roy exclaimed. "She's naked!"
"It can't be wrong when it feels so fucking right, Nellie. Go with the flow. Follow your feelings."
Then, to the boys I said, "Faster. Jack me off while Nellie watches."
"This is so fucking hot!" Mickey said.
"Finger-fuck your hot juicy cunt, Nellie. Don't think about it. Just do it!"
She did it.
"The boys want to know if my big hard cock hurts your pussy when I fuck you."
"No. No, it doesn't. No. It feels great. It feels fucking wonderful when he's ramming it in my cunt."
The boys ejaculated on my legs. I ejaculated onto their bellies.
"Oh, God!" Nellie exclaimed. "Oh, fuuuckkk."
"I knew you'd get into it, Babe. You love cock. You crave cock, you fucking slut."
"That's weird," Roy said. "When anybody else says, ‘Fucking Slut,' is sounds bad. It sounds dirty. Filthy dirty. When you say it, it sounds... erm... I don't know. Kind of sweet. You make it sound like a really good thing, a loving thing. Not a bad thing."
"I love sluts. I love sluts because they love cock and aren't ashamed of it. Why is it acceptable for a man to crave pussy, but not acceptable for a woman or a girl to crave cock? To want to fuck? To want to fuck a lot?"
"I never thought of it like that," Mickey said.
"It's not right!" Roy said. "It's really wrong. You kind of expect men and boys to be horny all of the time. To want pussy. But it's bad if a woman or girl is horny all of the time and wants cock."
"It's embedded in our culture," I said. "A man or boy who fucks a lot of women or girls is called a Romeo, a Casanova, a stud, a playboy. And men are proud of those labels. On the other hand, a woman who fucks a lot is a whore, a trollop, a skank, a bitch in heat. A floozy. All negative. All shameful."
"Floozy!?!" Nellie giggled. "I like Floozy. I love Floozy! Is that really even a word?"
"Look it up. F-L-O-O-Z-Y."
She went to my desk, picked up my dictionary, and thumbed through it. "Holy shit! It really is a word. ‘A young woman of loose morals.' I love it."
"Young woman?"
"Fuck you, Frank. They say that you're only as old as you feel, and right now, I feel like a fucking teenager!"
"At this moment, my dear, you actually look like a fucking teenager. Or maybe it's just the pot."
"No!" Roy exclaimed. "You do, Mrs. Harris. You do look young."
"Calling her Mrs. Harris, won't make her feel any younger," I observed.
"You wouldn't object to the boys calling you Nellie, would you? When It's just the four of us together, naked."
"No," she said. "I think I would like that."
"Gentlemen, I would like you to get to know my favorite floozy, Nellie."
"Hi, Nellie." Roy said.
"Nellie," Mickey said. "You are so fucking sexy."
I hurried upstairs, grabbed the joint, lit it, toked, and rushed back downstairs. I handed her the joint and she immediately took a toke.
"How about ice cream? An ice cream social. We'll eat ice cream, relax, and get to know each other."
Nellie started toward the kitchen. I stopped her, guided her to the couch and sat her in the middle, and motioned for the boys to sit on either side. "I'll do the honors," I said, taking a toke, handing the joint to Nellie before going to the kitchen. I scooped ice cream into four bowls, put them on a tray and carried it out to the living room, where I set the tray on the coffee table. Everyone grabbed a bowl, and I sat on the coffee table, facing Nellie.
Roy reached for the joint, and Nellie jerked it away from him.
"I've smoked weed," Roy said.
"I have audio tape proof of that," I said. "Bobby can be heard saying, ‘Don't Bogart that joint, Roy.' "
"My parents smoke pot," Mickey said. "I know where they keep their stash. I've got a one-hitter."
"Your parents don't notice the missing marijuana?" Nellie asked.
Mickey giggled, "Of course not. They're pot heads."
"Betty told me that she started smoking when she was 14," I added.
"The one that you fuck every week?" Nellie asked.
"Yes," I replied. Then, "Oh, shit! I forgot our Humpday hump."
"Humpday hump?" Roy asked.
"Usually, around noon on Wednesdays, we rent a motel room, and spend a couple of hours fucking."
"She and her husband have an open marriage too," Nellie said, as she brought a spoonful of ice cream to her mouth. Some melting ice cream dripped onto her tits.
I grabbed her wrist before she could wipe it up with her finger. "Let the boys lick that up for you."
They quickly set their bowls on the coffee table, and began licking. Nellie emitted a pleasure moan, and placed her hands on the backs of their heads. I took Roy's left hand, and Mickey's right, and placed them on Nellie's thighs, halfway between knees and crotch.
"Clean those titties good, boys. Lick ‘em. Suck on her nipples. Suck hard."
Nellie moaned.
"She loves it. She loves the attention." I moved their hands closer to her crotch, while I caressed her legs to mid thigh. With each upward stroke, I pushed the teen hands closer and closer to her pussy. She spread her legs wider.
"I want to watch Roy and Mickey fuck you, Nellie," i whispered loud enough for all to hear. "I want to watch them fill your cunt and your mouth with their teen cum. You want it too. Don't you, Baby? You want to feel and taste those young hard cocks. You want to feel young? They'll make you feel young. That young cum will help you stay young."
I directed them. I began with Mickey lying on his back, and Nellie straddling him cowgirl style, while Roy stood over Mickey, so Nellie could suck his cock. After that, I had her on all fours with Roy fucking her doggy style while she sucked Mickey's cock dry. Each time they finished, I kissed her and cleaned out her cunt.
The boys had to go home. They showered quickly, dressed and left.
"I cannot believe I did that!" Nellie moaned. "It was so wrong. So nasty. So depraved. It was obscene. And, the most terrible thing of all is, I loved it. I fucking loved every second of it. I want to do it again. Your insanity is contagious. I'm going to go soak in a bubble bath."
The phone rang. I picked it up in the kitchen.
"Daddy! I caught a black tip shark, and two specks, and I gigged two flounders, and I saw a stingaree! I love fishing!"
"I am so glad you enjoyed your time with your grandpa."
"Grandpa wants you and Mom to come to his house for a fish fry. We'll be there in about an hour."
"I'll see you there, Baby."
"I love you, Daddy."
I went to the bathroom, and notified Nellie of the evening's plans. "Our daughter has become a fisherwoman. Fisherperson? Or maybe it should be just a fisher."
"You're kidding."
"She says she caught a black tip shark and two speckled trout. She gigged two flounder and saw a stingray."
"Gigged?"
"You wade in shallow water with a bright light. You have to have a good eye, because they blend in with the bottom. I tried it a couple of times. I wasn't very good at it. I love the outdoors. I love camping, but I don't hunt or fish."
"It's dirty outdoors. There are snakes and spiders and mosquitoes and poisonous insects. I don't understand the attraction of camping out. I like the indoors, where it's clean and temperature controlled."
We arrived at the O'Hara house right behind Gerry and Felicity.
Felicity jumped out of Gerry's ‘74 International Scout, ran, and leapt up on me. "It was so much fun, Dad! Thank you for letting me go!"
Gerry joined us after he backed the boat and trailer beside the house, and closed the gate. "Thank you, Frank. It was the most enjoyable weekend of my life. I will cherish it forever."
"I'm certain it won't be your last enjoyable weekend."
"Show Dad the fish!"
Nellie went into the house. Gerry opened the large ice chest. The fish had been gutted and cleaned. The three-foot shark had been beheaded, skinned and cut in half to fit in the chest.
"Grandpa had to help me get the shark into the boat, but I caught it myself," she boasted.
"A natural born fishergirl," Gerry said as he carried the ice chest into the garage, bagged everything but the shark, and put it in the chest freezer.
Inside, Sarah and Nellie had peeled and cut up potatoes for French fries. The potato strips were in seasoned water, parboiling. Gerry cut up the shark and prepared it for frying.
"Did you fuck Grandma?" Felicity asked in the few moments we had alone.
"Yes. And there's so much more that happened while you were away."
"There's so much I want to tell you too, about Grandpa and me."
"I think I can get home by 2 o'clock tomorrow. 2:30 at the latest. Tell the gang we need some private time together. Your Mom will be a little late coming home. She's meeting her latest boyfriend for drinks after work."
"Her latest boyfriend?"
"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Things got really interesting while you were away."
"Stuff got pretty interesting for me too, Dad."
"Can you get your mother away from your grandmother for a little while?" I asked.
"Sure.
"Mom! Come look at the fish I caught. Grandpa cut the shark up. It was this long!" she said, holding her hands about three feet apart. Felicity took Nellie's right hand, and led her out to the garage.
I walked up behind Sarah, wrapped my left arm around her, grabbing her right boob. My right hand cupped her crotch. I ground my bulge against her ass. "When are you getting more of Roy's perpetually hard teen cock?"
"I told him that I would be available between 1:30 and 4:30 every weekday, and to call first. And, I'm hiring him to mow our lawn. The front yard one week and the backyard the next."
"You'll let me know Gerry's reaction to your open marriage comments."
"You'll have to fuck me again to find out."
"I have a whale of a tale to tell you about your slut daughter and three cocks."
Sarah spun around and stared at me wide-eyed. "Really!?! Who? When?"
"I'll give you all of the whos, whats, whens, wheres, whys, and hows, and all of the dirty details when we have plenty of time."
"When?"
"Not tomorrow. I need some alone time with my daughter. Maybe Tuesday. I'll call you around 1 o'clock to let you know if I can get free for a couple of hours."
She said, "I talked to Hellen about your marriage."
"What about our marriage?"
"I told her the same thing that I told you; that anyone could see that the marriage had grown cold, and I blamed it on her for not respecting you, and for wanting you to change. She told me that your problems had been resolved, and the marriage is much much happier. Then she whispered, ‘Especially the sex.'"
"Why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to open communication between us. Our mother-daughter relationship has been too formal, and I believe that's been my fault. I want Hellen and I to be able to sit down and have honest, down-to-earth girl talk."
"You want to tell her about the pharmaceutical salesman and Roy?"
"The salesman (long thoughtful pause) and maybe sometime later about Roy."
"And soon, that mother-daughter ad will appear in the swinger magazine."
"Highly unlikely," she laughed.
"But not beyond the realm of possibility. You're thinking about it. Next, you'll be imagining it. Then, you'll be wanting it. And finally, you'll do it," I stated.
"In your dreams."
"Nellie and Sarah taking on all cummers. Equal opportunity sluts," I said with a grin.
"Dad," Felicity called loudly before opening the door between the kitchen and garage. "Mom doesn't want to go flounder gigging with me."
"Your mother doesn't want to go into water that isn't chlorinated," I called back, "and doesn't have a concrete bottom and has subhuman species swimming around in it."
The fried shark and French fries were delicious. Shark and stingray are the sweetest fish meat in the world. There was enough for everyone to have their fill.
Later, on the way to the Enchanted Garden, Felicity babbled about how cool fishing was, how cool the houseboat was, how cool gigging was, and how cool Grandpa was. "And Grandpa gave me a good rod and reel, and said that the one you gave me is a worthless piece of shit."
"I'm sorry! Crucify me," I replied annoyed.
"Grandpa said he didn't blame you for buying the cheap piece of shit, because you thought that I didn't like fishing. And I didn't really, until he taught me how."
"Or until you caught a fish for the first time," I added.
"Yeah! That was so cool!"
"You saw a stingray?" Nellie asked.
"Yeah. I mean, Yes, Ma'am. It was while we were looking for flounder to gig. We have to drag our feet along the bottom, because, if you don't, you could step on a stingaree, and it would whip you with its tail and stick you with its poison barb. And the barb stays in you. It won't kill you, but it hurts like hell. And Grandpa keeps meat tenderizer handy because it does something that kills the stingaree poison and jellyfish poison. He said pissing on it really don't work. That's an old wives' tale. Why do old wives tell tales?"
"I'm not certain they're tales told by old wives, or old tales told by wives."
Then, it would be wives' old tales," Felicity said.
"Old wives' tales have been around for a long time. They're mentioned in the new testament, but not the old," I said. "I guess the Jews didn't have old wives who told tales. Only their prophets were full of shit."
"I'm not as religious as my mother," Nellie said. "But I keep expecting a bolt of lightning or a brimstone to strike you when you say crap like that."
We were all exhausted when we got home. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
In Chapter 12 Nellie gets her promotion and Frank spills the beans to her about her famiy's sexual activities...
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