Chapter 7
(MF, Mf, M+g+, MM, oral, anal, exhib, voy)
Felicity sees parents fuck. Frank takes over family finances, and meets Pauline's grandmother. The gang orgies in Pauline's apartment, where the girls demanded to see the men fuck each other. Frank turns Nellie into a slut.
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I awoke at first light, feeling rested, relaxed, and refreshed. Another morning without a hangover. I could get used to this. I went to the bathroom, and took my morning wizz to relieve my morning wood. Piss sprayed in every direction. Some of it went into the toilet.
I went to the kitchen to get paper towels and a sponge to clean up my mess. I looked at the calendar. Was it really only Wednesday? Around a hundred hours since my fateful decision not to drink after work Friday. That decision turned my life upside down and inside out. Prior to seeing my 10-year-old daughter go up those stairs to Sarge's apartment, I could not have imagined my life today. Not in my wildest booze and pot induced fantasies.
After cleaning up my mess, I returned to the bedroom, where Nellie lay naked under a sheet. I removed the sheet, and saw my wife's cum encrusted pubes. I spread her legs, and tongue-washed her pubes, labia, and vagina.
She awoke, startled, and briefly tried to push me away before changing her mind and pulling my head hard into her crotch and wildly humping my face.
"Yess! Yess! Oh, God! Eat me, eat my pussy!"
I nibbled, licked and sucked until I brought her to orgasm, then rammed the Fucking Python hard into her sopping cunt. I pounded her pussy several times before stopping and withdrawing until just the head was in her.
"Don't stop, you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me!"
I fucked her hard, rutting and grunting like a wild boar in heat.
Nellie grunted, groaned, moaned, whined, and babbled unintelligibly.
I lasted longer than I ever imagined possible. My cock erupted like a cum volcano. After the eruption subsided, I went down on her, performing my cunnilingual magic.
Nellie humped wildly, speaking in tongues again until overtaken by a rapturous climax that left her in a semiconscious state.
"Good morning, Mommy," Felicity giggled. "Good morning, Daddy."
Nellie shot up to a sitting position, kicking me away and covering herself with the sheet.
"You left the door open!?! You pervert! You sick, sick bastard!"
"I did?" I asked, trying to remember. "No. I'm sure I closed it."
"No, Daddy, you didn't," Felicity said. "Y'all woke me up. I came out, and the door was wide open. I didn't open it. I wouldn't do that. You know I wouldn't do that."
"I didn't do it on purpose, Nellie. I saw you lying there, and I guess the blood flushed from my brain, and rushed south. It's a wonder I didn't pass out."
Felicity giggled, and Nellie nearly turned blue, trying to stifle a laugh.
"What's the big deal, Mom? I mean, I saw you... uh... how did the private eye say it? Oh, yeah. I saw you fellating Dr. George's phallus. And I heard the tapes of him and Bobby fu... fornicating you. And it sounded like you were really turned on by Rex and Roy walking in on y'all. And it sounded like it turned you on when Dr. George told you that a man was watching you su... fellate his c... phallus at the motel. You love having an audience. Right? You got off to showing your tits and pussy to the strangers in the pool. You're what they call an exhibitionist."
"Jesus Christ!" Nellie sighed. "You cannot tell anyone about this. Not a soul."
"Why not?" I asked.
"You really are a sick bastard, Frank!"
"Come on, Nellie. You honestly cannot expect her not to tell "anyone"? It's not like we invited her to watch her parents fuck. We weren't performing for her. You didn't open the door for her. You didn't invite her to be a spectator. I didn't leave the door open on purpose. It wasn't intentional. It was accidental, like her and Pauline, and Peggy and Wendy walking in on you sucking Georgie's cock."
"Yeah, Mom. They all already know that you're a slut, and that you cheated on Dad."
"I am not a slut!" she protested.
"Georgie and Bobby weren't the only other men who've fucked you in the past dozen years," I interjected. "Now, are they? You've been shopping for a replacement hubby for a while now. Haven't you?"
"How many, Mom? How many other men have fucked you?"
"There haven't been..."
"How many have used you?" I asked. "How many have led you on, like Georgie?"
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She hung her head.
"You don't have to answer, Babe," I said, stroking her back. "You have to get ready for work."
She looked at me, blinked, and said in hushed tones, "You're a strange man, Frank. Very strange. I'll never understand you."
I put my robe on, cooked breakfast, and made a scrambled egg and bacon sandwich for Nellie to eat on her way to work. Nellie took the sandwich and departed. Felicity ate breakfast. I cleared the counter, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. When I turned around, Felicity was naked, lying on her back on the table.
"Want some desert, Daddy?" she asked, spreading her labia majora wide with the first and second fingers of each hand, exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her vaginal sheath.
"Baby, you are the best daughter a man could ever hope for," I said before devouring her prepubescent pudenda. I teased her clit with the tip of my stiffened tongue, then sucked it for a while, before sucking her inner lips, then tongue fucking her hot, juicy cunt until she came.
"Eat me, Daddy! Eat my pussy!" she moaned.
Her head was less than four feet away from the back door to her left, and three feet from the kitchen window on her right. The sidewalk that traversed the back of the apartment building was no more than two feet from the door. The parking lot was on the other side of the sidewalk. Anyone walking by would hear her. I didn't think about it at the moment, I was completely focused on my daughter's cunt and my lips and tongue. She moaned and groaned and bucked. She was mostly incomprehensible, except for an occasional, "Oh, Daddy." and "Oh, God" and "Oh, God, Daddy!"
It was only after she came, with a long, loud, "Fuuuck!!!" that I noticed the proximity of the door and window. The realization that anyone passing by could have heard Felicity was frightening, and at the same time, sexually stimulating.
After recovering from her orgasm, Felicity dropped down from the counter, went to her knees and took my cock into her luscious lips. "Oh, yeah, Baby. That's it. Suck Daddy's cock," I whispered, then looked at the window, and said louder, "That's feels so fucking good, Felicity. Suck Daddy's cock!"
She looked up, and saw I was talking to the window. She took my cock out of her mouth, stroked it, turned toward the window, and said, "I love sucking your big hard cock, Daddy. I'll suck it whenever you want me to." She enthusiastically and noisily returned to her fellationary endeavor.
I visualized the county's newly formed SWAT Team, kicking the door in, attacking me, and stomping my bloody, broken body into the kitchen linoleum.
"Tell me when you're going to cum, Daddy," she said releasing my cock from the wondrous confines of her hot, wet mouth. "I want you to cum all over me!"
"Now!" I shouted and coated her face and chest. It oozed down over her belly. I licked her clean.
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you, Baby."
"Wanna go swimming?"
"No, Kid. I've got a lot of shit to take care of."
She donned her skimpy bikini and left out the front door.
I called our realtor, and asked if I could get out of buying the house in Heritage Park.
"No. It's in your name now. Or, yours and the mortgage company's."
"Shit!"
"Do you want to sell?"
"I haven't even made a payment yet, except for the dollar down."
"It doesn't matter. There's a housing shortage right now. A lot of people are moving down from Yankee Land. It's a seller's market. I can sell it in less than a month. But, if I were you, I'd hang on to it for six months or a year. The value is going to keep going up," she said. "Right now, you won't make more than a couple of grand off the sale. Wait a while, and you'll make big bucks."
"A couple of grand? Sell it!"
"You won't be able to use your GI Bill again. If you want to buy later, you'll have to come up with a sizable down payment."
"Sell it."
"I'm listing it as we speak."
I hung up and went to the bedroom and opened Nellie's Danish modern secretary desk. I looked through the checkbook, where I found she had written checks to several department stores. I pulled envelopes out of the desk's pigeon holes, where I found the bills from the department stores. The balance due on each charge account was shocking. "What the fuck is she spending all that money on?" I asked out loud.
The doorbell chimed. I went downstairs, and found Pauline at the door in her barely there string bikini. "Wanna fuck, Mr. Harris?"
"I'm sorry, Honey. But I'm trying to figure out some financial stuff, and I'm really not a financial kind of guy. I suck at math."
"Okay," she said cheerfully. "I'll be back."
I was sorting through the debts when the doorbell chimed again.
I opened the door to find Pauline and her grandmother, Lula, a 50-ish full-bodied woman. Fat, without an ounce of flab. She wore a low cut pullover shirt with black and white vertical stripes, exposing a lot of cleavage and her rounded belly. And black short shorts, showing off a pair of well toned shapely legs.
"Pauline tells me you need help with finances," Lula said by way of introducing herself. "I'm a pretty good bookkeeper. I took a bookkeeping course after my husband kicked the bucket."
I led her upstairs and pointed to the desk. She went through the bills one-by-one, then went through the checkbook.
She shook her head. "You have six department store credit cards, and have been making the minimum monthly payment on each one, which means you'll never pay off the interest. You'll just go deeper and deeper in debt."
"What do I do?"
"Y'all need to stop charging now. You need to start paying as much as you can afford, which, looking at your incomes, is not a lot."
"Her car will be paid off in September. We can drop comprehensive and collision insurance, and get minimum liability."
"That'll help. Do whatever else you can do to cut expenses. Do you eat out a lot?"
"A few times a week."
"Stop it. And do not charge anything. Cash and carry until you can get out of debt."
"What about consolidating the debt and lowering the payments?"
"That's a scam. It'll put you deeper in debt," she said in all seriousness.
"Thank you."
"Call me at bill paying time. I'll help you out until you get the hang of it," she offered.
"I've never even balanced a checkbook before. Math has never been my thing."
"I was the same way until William died. He always managed the money. I was a stay at home Mom, and housewife. That's why I took the bookkeeping course after the son of a bitch croaked."
"I take it that y'all didn't have a happy marriage."
"I thought we did until after he died, and found out that he had been fucking his grad students for decades. After he died of a heart attack. The university cleared out his office. There was a shoebox stuffed with love letters, or lust letters. He had been fucking one or two of his graduate students every year for at least 20 years. And I had been faithful the whole time. I was a virgin when we married."
"Damn."
"After I saw the letters, I fucked the 13 year-old boy who mowed our lawn. The 16-year-old boy who cleaned our pool. I went on a fucking spree. He had a good life insurance policy. I sold our house and moved to the Enchanted Garden. I fucked the manager, the maintenance man, and the gardener.
"Then, my daughter and son-in-law were killed in that accident, and I got Pauline. You cannot imagine how happy I was when I found out that her head injury turned her into a nymphomaniac."
Pauline laughed, "Maybe it wasn't the head injury. Maybe it's hereditary."
"She tells me that you are an excellent cunnilinguist, and a fantastic fornicator. She says little Wendy calls your reproductive organ a Fucking Python."
"You're blushing, Mr. Harris," Pauline laughed.
"Pauline and I have no secrets from each other," she said. "She tells me everything about her sex life, and I tell her everything about mine."
Pauline chuckled, "Lula arranges for me to walk in on men fucking her. Next time, she wants Felicity, Peggy, and Wendy to walk in with me."
"I admit, it gives me a thrill to have an audience," she laughed. "I also enjoy being the audience. So, you're welcome to come to our apartment anytime and... fuck Pauline. Or me, if you ever have a craving for a mature woman."
I stared at her cleavage and said, "I've never titty-fucked a woman. Only one of my lovers had tits big enough to fuck, and I couldn't bring myself to ask her."
"Me casa es su casa. Me tetas es su tetas," she said, proudly sticking her chest out.
"Wait 'til I get the gang," Pauline said. "They'll want to see this."
She pulled her shirt off, and I helped unfasten her bra that pushed her boobs together and up. They didn't sag nearly as much as I suspected they would. She stepped out of her shorts. She wore no panties. Lula had a thick black thatch of pubic hair covering her entire crotch.
We heard the giggling preteen quartet bounding up the stairs.
Lula laid back on the bed. I straddled her upper abdomen, and laid my phallus between her magnum mammaries. She pushed them together.
"Let me," Pauline said.
Felicity said, "You do one and I'll do the other one."
They pushed the monster mounds together, sandwiching my rock hard cock in between, and I started humping.
"Fuck her titties!" Wendy cheered. "Fuck those big titties with your fucking python!"
My precum lubricated the passage between her mountainous mammaries, as I fulfilled one of my fondest fantasies. In my early teens I had unrequited wet dreams of fucking Mom's tits.
"Fuck my titties, Frank! Cum on my face!"
"Fuck ‘em, Mr. Harris," Wendy commanded. "Fuck Lula's big fucking titties with your monster cock... your mother-fucking python."
"Grandmother-fucking python," Pauline corrected.
"Oh, God!" Lula gasped, finger-fucking her cunt while I fucked her tits. "I love hearing such an angelic looking little girls talk dirty."
I ejaculated more profusely than I imagined I could after the morning's lascivious activities. Cum coated Lula's face.
"Are you going to lick it off, Dad?"
"No. Don't," Lula said. "I want to wear it home. And I'll take the long way, and take my time checking the mail."
Lula and Pauline live in an apartment in the quadrangle of buildings across the parking lot from our quad.
Pauline giggled, "Lula tells people that cum is nature's anti wrinkle cream."
"It works for me," Lula said. "No wrinkles, no bags under my eyes, barely visible crow's feet. Not bad for a 52-year-old woman."
"You do look good," I said.
"I have to get to the kennel," Lula stated changing the subject.
"Lula volunteers at the ASPCA," Pauline explained. The Enchanted Garden properties prohibits pets.
"What now?" Peggy asked.
"Party at Sarge's," Felicity said, picking up the phone. "I'll call Mr. Crowley."
"Orgytime! Orgytime!" Wendy giggled.
"Wanna fuck?" Felicity asked into the phone. "Sarge's apartment A.S.A.P."
My cock sprang to erection at the sound of my daughter's sweet voice saying, "Wanna fuck?" to a man on the telephone.
The phone rang as we were about to leave. Felicity grabbed it. "Hello?" Pause. "Your brother? Hell yeah. The more the merrier."
"Mr. Crowley's bringing his brother, Alan?" Pauline asked. "We've fucked before. He's not bad. But not nearly as good as Mr. Crowley at eating pussy."
I put on a pair of cutoff jeans that were almost too short. They're alright if I'm standing. When sitting, I continually tug at the left leg to keep from exposing myself. If the Fucking Python is erect, the head will protrude, no matter what I do. I keep telling myself to throw them away.
Loud country music blared from Sarge's apartment as the bikini clad quartet and I started the stairs. He opened the door, looked out, and invited us in.
"After you snuck up here and taped us, I knew that I needed to beef up security, so I installed a motion detector under the awning. Instead of activating a flood light, I plugged an old cassette player into it, and put on the most God-awful country tape I could find," Sarge laughed. "I hate country music."
Sarge poured boiling water into a mug, put a tablespoon of instant coffee into the water and stirred.
"How can you drink that shit?" I asked.
"Daddy drinks Community dark roast, and grinds the beans himself."
"I'm no coffee connie sewer," Sarge scoffed. "I do it strictly for the caffeine to open my eyes and get my heart started."
"Orgy time!" Wendy giggled, taking her bikini off and jumping onto the bed.
"Mr. Crowley and his brother are on the way," Felicity said.
"I have to get a bigger apartment," Sarge bemoaned.
"Can we use ours, Dad?"
"Sure. But we'll have to be sure to shut it down before 5 o'clock. And I want to be alone when she comes home."
"Let's use my apartment," Pauline suggested. "After Lula finishes up at the ASPCA, she'll be bartending for some kind of party at The Venue." The Venue was the ground floor of an old building that could be rented out for meetings, parties, weddings, receptions or whatever.
The awful music blared again. Alex and his fraternal twin, Alan, met us on the stairs. Alan looked 10 years older than Alex, who looked to be in his early 40s.
"Y'all are twins!?!" Wendy said. "Y'all don't look anything alike."
Alex laughed, "I started eating tween pussy when I was 18; at least 12 years before Alan. Prepubescent cervical fluid is the fountain of youth."
"We're going to my place," Pauline announced. "There's more room."
"If we're going to Pauline's, I suppose you need to get dressed again, Wendy," I told her. She wasn't all that happy about that, and neither was Sarge nor the Crowley boys, but it was necessary.
As soon as we were all inside Pauline's apartment, Wendy stripped off again.
"Who gets to do who?" Wendy asked.
"Who gets to do whom?" I corrected.
"We can draw straws," Pauline said. "Whoever draws the longest straw gets the longest dick. Whoever draws the shortest straw gets the shortest dick." She cut a plastic drinking straw into four unequal pieces, and held them in her hand.
Wendy drew first, and squealed when she got the longest straw. Felicity drew Alan, Peggy got Sarge, leaving Pauline with Alex.
"What do you want to do, Mr. Harris?"
"I want you to ride my beard until you cum, then ride my cock until I cum in your hot little cunt, then ride my beard again so I can drink my cum out of your pussy."
"But... but... my pussy's not big enough for your big cock."
"Don't worry, Baby. I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you. I want you to straddle my cockshaft, trapping it between your hot little cunt and my belly, and slide up and down the shaft, like you're jacking me off with your pussy. When I'm ready to cum, I want you to lie on your back, and spread your pussy lips wide open, so I can stick my cockhead in your little fuck hole and fill you with cum."
"Oh, cool!"
"Then I want you to straddle my face again, so I can drink my cum out of your cunt."
She straddled my face, mostly obstructing my view. I could hear the erotic moaning, groaning, and panting. Interspersed with naughty giggling. After giving Wendy an orgasm, I had her spread her labia, and straddle me. I grasped her hips and guided her up and down my cockshaft.
Felicity was riding Alan's cock cowgirl style. It was their first time together. Sarge and Pauline were doing it doggie style. It wasn't their first time together. Alex was fucking Peggy missionary style.
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" Peggy uttered. "Oh, my God! Unnh unnhn unnh!" They had played around a lot... mutual masturbation and oral. But it was the first time she actually had a man's cock in her 10-year-old cunt, and fucked.
"I'm the only virgin now," Wendy said.
"I'm sure Alex will cure you of that whenever you're ready," I said. "Or maybe you'll find some boy with a smaller dick."
"Boys are rude and stupid. They're fucking assholes," she declared disdainfully.
Hearing Wendy talk dirty pushed me over the edge. I rolled over, laid her on her back. Spreading her legs, I told her to spread her pussy lips wide. I pressed about half of my cockhead into the opening, and thought I'd never stop cumming. She came again while I was cumming. She bucked until my cockhead was in up to the flare.
I went down on her the instant I stopped ejaculating. While I was licking and sucking, I rolled over onto my back, and Wendy straddled my face, going wild with yet another intense orgasm.
Suddenly, someone pulled Wendy off my face. Felicity was on me.
"My Daddy loves drinking other men's cum out of my cunt after they've fucked me. Don't you, Daddy?" I nodded in enthusiastic agreement as my mouth filled with fresh semen. "Suck all of Alan's cum out of my hot slutty pussy."
I gripped and kneaded her ass cheeks while I devoured Alan's spunk.
"I'm cumming, Daddy! Oh, God! Oh, Fuuuckk!"
Then she was off my face, and Pauline's gooey pussy replaced her's, feeding me Sarge's cum. Peggy then treated me to Alex's."
My face was slimed with a mixture of the girls' vaginal juices and the men's semen when the girls went to a corner, whispering and giggling.
They appeared to have come to some sort of agreement, and chose Pauline as their spokesperson. "We want to watch a man orgy. We want to see you guys sucking and fucking each other."
"Now, wait a minute!" Sarge protested. "Queer stuff ain't my thing. Never has been. Never will be."
"Then, no more pussy for you!" Felicity declared.
"Come on. You can't be serious," he complained.
"Y'all give us whatever we want, and we'll give y'all whatever y'all want," Pauline promised.
Wendy interjected, "If you don't give us what we want, you don't get nuthin'."
"I don't have a problem," Alex said with a shrug.
"Of course you don't," Sarge snapped, "you're half queer!"
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," was Alex's retort.
Sarge finally gave in, as we all knew he would. "Okay. No one outside this room hears a fucking word of what goes on in here," he declared.
"Fuck Sarge, Mr. Harris," Wendy said. "Fuck him in the ass."
"Come on," Sarge begged. "Please, not that."
"I don't know if I can," I said. "I have an aversion to feces. I don't want shit on my dick."
"I'll get you a condom," Pauline said. "Lula keeps them on hand." She then used the occasion to show the others how to put a condom on a cock. She then lubricated Sarge's anus, fucking it with her middle finger, then two fingers.
"I think he likes it," Alan quipped.
"Kind of like a prostate massage," Sarge said. "Except, it's better than when an ugly ass doctor is jamming his finger in."
Pauline guided my condom clad cock into Sarge's greased butthole. I grasped his hips, and slowly slid my cock into his tight ass. If the girls hadn't been watching and cheering me on, I probably couldn't have maintained an erection. Anal had never been my thing. But I got into the spirit because I could see my daughter was so turned on.
"Fuck him, Daddy! Fuck Sarge in the ass!"
Soon, Sarge got into it.
"You like it, Sarge?" Felicity asked. "Next, I want to watch you fuck my Daddy."
"I want to feel that monster in my ass," Alex said. Alan agreed with his bisexual sibling.
Sarge ejaculated, and so did I.
"That really wasn't so bad," Sarge said. "Not that I'm going to make a habit of it."
The Crowley brothers sixty-nined for the audience; something they had done on a regular basis since they were 12 years old.
"It's going to be a while before we old farts can get it up again," Alex said.
"Your turn to put a show on for us," Sarge said. "I want to see a daisy chain."
The girls formed a prepubescent mouth-to-pussy trapezoid, with Pauline on the long end, Wendy on the short end, and Peggy and Felicity the equal length sides. They really got into performing for us dirty old men.
It was hot. Really Hot!!
"I have to get on home," I said. "I have some things to discuss with my wife."
"Fuck her!" Felicity said.
"Maybe I will. After the discussion, which will not make her happy."
Nellie and I arrived at the back door at the same time. I opened the door for her, and took her purse as she passed. I opened it and dumped the contents on the kitchen counter.
"What are you doing!?!" she demanded.
"Taking charge of the family finances," I said, picking up her wallet and opening it. I pulled out the credit cards. "Sears, Montgomery Ward, Penney's, Foley's, Palais Royal, Joske's. No fucking wonder we're in debt."
I snapped each one in half, then snapped the halves in half. I dumped them into a glass bowl, and doused them with charcoal lighter fluid.
"What if we need them for emergencies?" she asked.
"We'll figure it out when the time comes," I said taking the bowl to the sidewalk, setting it down, and lighting it. The flame emitted a noxious black smoke.
I saw her smirk.
I threatened, "If I find out that you've applied for replacements, or new cards, I will file for divorce, and give your parents Xerox copies of the private investigator's report... and the photos."
"You bastard!"
"Also, you won't be trading your car in for a new one this year. You're stuck with it for at least three more years. That'll save us car payments, and collision and comprehensive insurance premiums."
"What I earn is MY money, and..."
"Wrong! It's our money. The family's money," I stated. "What the hell have you been spending all this money on anyway?"
"Look in your closet, Dad," Felicity said. I hadn't noticed her enter.
"You spend a ridiculous amount on booze," Nellie huffed, attempting to gain the upper hand.
"I can't deny it," I said. "I'll cut back."
"Look in the closet, Dad," Felicity demanded, glaring at her mother.
We went upstairs, where Felicity opened the closet door, turned the light on, and ushered me in.
"Holy shit!"
My three 3-piece suits and four dress shirts hung on the left rack just inside the door, taking up less than two feet of the 8' long bar. The rest was stuffed with Nellie's dresses, blouses, skirts and jackets... some with the store labels and price tags still attached. I walked through, looking at some of the tags and muttering, "Really? Un-fucking-believable. You've got to be kidding." There must have been at least 100 pair of shoes on the shelves above the racks.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I glared at her, and she cringed.
"I'm management," she said. "I need to dress as such."
"You don't deal personally with the public. You supervise the service reps who do. If you deal with the public at all, you do it over the phone. Who the fuck are you trying to impress?"
"I might be up for a promotion to upper management. I need to dress for the role."
"Is that what you were doing in the barely-there bikini, and the hot pants? Dressing for the role of gold-digging whore?"
"Stop it."
"If you can wear it for Georgie, you can wear it for me. Let's take a dip."
"Nobody at the motel knew me," she protested. "They were strangers who would never see me again."
"Put the bikini on. Let's go."
"No!"
"You don't want Mommy and Daddy to see that report and those photos," I threatened.
"You wouldn't!"
I smiled.
"You would! You blackmailing bastard!"
"Come on. Let's show everybody what you've got, babe. Put that sexy bikini on."
She glared daggers at me while she undressed, and got into the bikini. The top barely concealed her areolae, the crotch almost covered her labia majora, and the bottom exposed at least two thirds of her gluteus maximus.
When we got to the front door, she was stooped, with her arms crossed, covering her breasts. She was trying to be invisible.
"You looked humiliated," I said. "Do you really want these peasants to think you're humiliated. You're French fucking royalty. Remember? Stand tall. Strut your stuff. Put your nose in the air, like you always do. Act like you're better than everyone else, like you always do. Show me that old pride. That fucking arrogance that pisses people off."
She grew before my eyes. The transformation was amazing. I opened the door and we stepped out. Nellie strutted like she was a model on a catwalk; shoulders back, chin up, breasts out. Her head swiveled slowly from right to left, and back again, looking down her nose disdainfully at anyone who dared stare at her. The woman had class out the ass.
"Fuck ‘em all," I whispered. "You don't care what they think."
"Fuck ‘em," she said under her breath.
Unbeknownst to me, Felicity left the apartment and gathered her gang and a few more kids, and led them to the pool, along with Sarge, Alex and Alan. It was mere coincidence that Bobby, Rex, and Roy were also there, gawking open-mouthed at Nellie's approach.
"Hi, M-Missus H-Harris," Bobby stuttered.
"Hello, boys," she replied coldly with unmistakable contempt.
"Good evening, Nellie," Alex said graciously. "May I introduce my twin, Alan?"
"Twin?"
"He's five minutes older. Obviously not identical."
"It is truly a pleasure to meet you," Alan said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it.
"What plays will the Young Thespians be doing this season?" Nellie asked.
While Nellie discussed theatre with Alex and the girls, I approached Bobby, Rex and Roy. "You little bastards are in deep shit. Come with me."
"No," Bobby said. "We don't have to."
"You'll come with me if you don't want your parents to hear a tape of you assholes smoking pot, and conspiring to blackmail my wife. Conspiracy to commit extortion is a felony. You're 17, Bobby. Under Texas law, you're an adult. In addition to conspiracy to commit extortion, you contributed to the delinquency of minors by providing marijuana. The police and juvenile authorities will be very interested in the tape."
They sheepishly followed to the apartment.
Inside Roy whined, "I wasn't going to blackmail her. I told Rex I didn't want to do it."
"I didn't hear you make any objections on the tape."
"After we left the apartment, I told Rex.
"Tell him, Rex. Tell him I didn't want to be involved!"
"I wasn't going to do it either," Rex said. "I agreed with Roy that it was a bad thing."
"You are lying," I said. "I know a liar when I see one, and you're a fucking liar. I know Roy's telling the truth."
Roy breathed a long sigh of relief.
"How many people have y'all told about Bobby fucking my wife? Truth!"
"No bod..." Rex started to say before I stared him down. "A couple of friends," he whined.
"How many is a couple?"
"Three or four."
"Roy?"
"Nobody. Honest."
"Bobby. Look me in the eye. How many?"
"Just a few."
"You are not looking me in the eye, asshole. How many?"
"I don't know. Four or five maybe."
"I'm guessing you told just about anyone who would listen. Would I be wrong?"
"No, sir."
"Rex. Roy. Y'all are free to go."
They quickly departed.
"What about me?" Bobby whined.
"You will continue to be at Mrs. Harris' beck and call. Anything she or I want done around the apartment, you will do. If I want you to vacuum the carpets, you will vacuum the carpets. You will wash and wax our cars. You will never ever touch Mrs. Harris again. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now get lost."
"Yes, sir."
Nellie was on the diving board when I returned to the pool. She dove in, and I dove in after her. When she surfaced, I gave her an affectionate peck on the lips. She looked surprised.
"I want everyone to believe that we've kissed and made up," I explained. "We're now a happily married loving couple. We went through a rough patch. Now, we're working it out."
"What about Bobby, Rex, and Roy?"
"I put the fear of god into them," I explained. "I blackmailed the blackmailer into being our personal servant, but not your sex slave. I told him that he could never ever touch you again."
"But he's probably told..."
"Yeah, he's blabbed. But if you act with as much class as you acted today, fewer and fewer people will believe the slimy little scum bag. And it really doesn't matter if they do. Fuck ‘em all."
"You really don't care what people think and I've always hated that about you, Frank. Until now."
Pressing matters settled with Nellie, I dismissed her by dismissing myself. "Now I'm going to cook up meatloaf, buttery mashed potatoes, and green beans," I told her.
"I'll help," Felicity said.
"You can hang out at the pool, if you want, Nellie," I said. "I'll call you when supper's ready."
"I think I will," she said looking about.
When we got to the kitchen, Felicity said, "I went to Pauline's and told everybody that you were going to make Mom wear her bikini to the pool. Mr. Crowley said that it would be extremely low class of me to diss her in public. His brother, and Sarge and Pauline agreed with him. They all said they were going to treat her with respect."
"I'm glad you went along with them."
"Mom looked so.... I don't know."
"Regal?"
"Yeah! Like a fucking queen."
"I've always said she has class out the ass."
"She was awesome!"
"Yep, she was."
"What did you do to Bobby and Rex and Roy?"
"I blackmailed the blackmailers. Instant Karma."
"You are so fucking cool. I'm glad you're my Dad."
"And, you are so fucking hot! I'm glad you're my kid."
"The girls want to see you and Sarge get it on some more."
"I'm not certain he was happy with that."
"He acted all grumpy and grouchy, but I think he's kind of into it."
"Bullshit."
"Pauline says we turned him bi."
After supper, I said, "I thought we could take a stroll around the grounds with you wearing those hot pants and halter top you wore at the motel for Georgie."
"You've got to keep rubbing it in," Nellie complained.
"You don't have to, babe. It was just a suggestion. I thought you'd like another opportunity to exhibit your body."
"But, you..."
Felicity laughed, "Mom wanted you to make her do it."
"Really?" I asked. "You want me to make you be the exhibitionist you want to be?"
"No! Of course not."
"Then I won't."
"You know you want to, Mom," Felicity asserted. "Fucking do it!"
"I cannot believe our daughter has become such a potty mouth," Nellie huffed. "And you don't do a thing about it."
"Watch your fucking language, kid."
"Yes, sir!" our daughter said, snapping to attention and saluting with her middle finger.
Nellie went upstairs. Felicity and I put dishes in the dish washer. Nellie came back downstairs, wearing a jet black halter and hot pants that were even shorter and tighter than the ones she wore at the motel.
"Wow! That's so hot, Momma!" Felicity said.
"I knew you wanted to!" I said.
"Shut up. You wanted to go for a walk. Let's go. Quit gloating."
The Enchanted Gardens Apartments occupy two square blocks, with four quadrangles of buildings, two swimming pools, two parking lots, and two laundromats. There weren't very many people out and about that night. A few people in the pools. Four boys in their mid teens hung out in the other laundromat. I guided Nellie in, and got two cans of root beer from the soft drink machine.
On our way back to our apartment, I asked, "Did you notice the bulges grow in those boy's pants?"
"No!" Then she giggled, "Yes. The middle one was impressive."
When we got to our bedroom, I picked her up, threw her onto the bed, and pulled her shorts off.
"Close the door, Frank!"
"Why? You want an audience as much as I do. We won't do anything she hasn't seen before."
"That is so wrong!"
"It's so wrong, it's right."
"Your cunt is so hot and juicy right now. You loved it. Didn't you? You got off to showing off your body, and making those boys cocks hard. You get off to knowing that all of those men and boys want to fuck you. Do you want them to want to fuck you? Or do you really want them to fuck you?"
"No!"
"No? Really? You want to fuck! You don't just want to make their cocks hard, and make them want to fuck you. You want those hard cocks. You want to get fucked. You want to get fucked a lot."
I rammed my cock into her cunt, and fucked her hard. I pounded and pounded, then stopped.
"Don't stop now."
"What if I told you that you can fuck anybody you want to fuck, whenever you want to fuck, wherever you want to fuck, and however you want to fuck? What if I told you that you can have all the cock you want? What If I gave you permission to be a fucking slut?"
"I don't want..."
"Yes, you do, Nellie. I know you do."
"I... I... Fuck me, Frank. For god's sake fuck me."
"Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck the slut!" we heard from the open door.
"Oh, my God! Fuck me."
I fucked her. We came simultaneously, and I went down on her, and cleaned out her hot juicy cunt.
"Eat her, Daddy! Eat her slutty pussy!" The voice was nearer now.
Nellie had another intense orgasm.
I collapsed beside her, and was almost asleep when she whispered, "You didn't mean it. Did you?"
"Mean what?"
"About doing it with anybody?"
"Doing what?"
"Fucking. Fucking anybody I wanted to fuck."
"If you really want to be a slut, be a fucking slut."
"I don't want to be a slut."
"Yes, you do. Be honest about it."
"Anybody?"
"Except Bobby."
"Really?"
"As long as I know who, what, where, when, why, and how," I said. "As long as you tell me everything, you can do anything."
"Sarge?"
"You may be a little too old for Sarge."
"He must be in his 50s."
"He likes ‘em young."
"He's a pedophile? And you let our daughter hang out with him?"
"Pedos need love too," I said.
"Tell her, Felicity." Our daughter was still in the room, naked and frigging herself while we fucked.
"I'm a fucking slut, Mom. I love being a fucking slut. Dad loves me being a fucking slut."
"I should report you to Child Protective Services, and have you sent to prison!" Nellie exclaimed, with feigned indignity.
"And I would murder you in your sleep," Felicity said sweetly.
"You'll do nothing of the sort," I said calmly to Nellie. "Because, deep down, you want to be a fucking slut. You've wanted it for a long, long time. You want to be a fucking slut. I want you to be a fucking slut. Now, let me get some sleep."
In Chapter 8, Frank seduces his mother-in-law and offers to fix her up with A 14 yo boy, then parades his hot wife around...
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