It was the usual thing, Dexter and Mia Johnson were married
19 years, and everyone thinks they have it all together. They met at a 4th of
July fireworks. The fireworks were over, and it started to rain. Dexter had a
coat and Mia didn't. He lent her his and the rest is history. Two kids came
along, Allison and Amy. Two good kids, two good jobs, a nice house in the
suburbs. Dexter and Mia were more in love now than when they first married.
The only thing Dexter could complain about was Mia's friends
Cynthia and Roxanne. Cynthia or Cyndi (sounds like sin for a reason) was
married to Chet, and they had no children. Cyndi was a beautiful woman. She
knew it and used it. Cyndi liked to try new things and always talked about the
latest concepts. They weren't always new ideas, but they were new to her, and
she spoke about them with passion like a true believer. Cyndi's latest was that
the three women should start going out one night a month together, the dreaded
girls' night out ( or Girls’ Night, for short).
But Haley and I discovered their shameful secrets.
"I'll rip your fucking dick off; and stuff it down your
fucking throat, if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Boyd Summers, the
father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry.
Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high
school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from
Haley's father.
Haley spoke up, "Daddy,
we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that."
Mr. Summers continued, he was drunk and pissed-off. He
ranted at me, "Don't you tell me you're not fucking my daughter!"
But I hadn't told him I wasn't fucking his daughter; his
daughter had. She continued to defend herself.
"Daddy, please! Josh and I have not been having sex."
Mr. Summers said, "Bull; shit! Don't lie to me, little
girl."
"I'm not lying."She said. Haley was now crying.
Mrs. Summers entered the fray, "Boyd, don't speak like that
to your daughter."
He said, "She's just a slut! Just like you and your
sister."
Mrs. Summers ignored the words and calmed him down. "Boyd,
sit here! Let your daughter explain herself." Oh boy, this would have to
be a good explanation.
Mr. Summers sneered, "Okay, explain how you and this
asshole” Boyd sneered at me; “Came home naked? What were you doing, reading
poetry to each other?" He was drunk and angry.
I could see his point, though. Haley and I had showed up at
the front door to her house, buck naked. It was a Saturday night in late May,
and I had picked her up for a date at 6:30. We left, fully clothed, only to
return at 1:30AM, without our clothes. Seeing their slender, beautiful
daughter, naked with some kid, had to be an incredible shock to her parents.
I walked her from the driveway to her front door. It
was locked because we violated curfew. Haley had knocked on the door and we
both retreated to hide behind some shrubs. My plan was to get the hell out of
there once Haley had contacted her mother and gotten inside the house.
Her mom opened the door, to find no one on the porch. The
conversation went like this;
"Pist, Mom. Can you get me a
coat. I'm cold."
Her mother said, "Well come inside. Why are you
hiding?"
Haley said, "I lost my
clothes. Someone stole them."
"Where's Josh?"
"He's out here too."
I had asked her to just go inside and not involve me. It
would only make things worse if she were naked and with me.
"Does he have clothes on?"
Haley answered, "No. They stole his clothes too."
That's when Haley's dad came outside. "Helen, Wha da
fuckis going on?" He asked. We could tell immediately that he'd been
drinking.
Haley's mom explained; “Boyd, Haley and her boyfriend were
saying their clothes had been stolen.”
"Whah dah fuck!" He said.
Haley said to me, "Josh,
Let's just go to your house."
I imagine my mom would be more receptive to me bringing home
a naked girl. She probably expected shit like that from me.
Haley's mom said, "No. Get in here; both of you!"
"I don't want Daddy to
see me naked."Haley protested.
Boyd said, "Why not. Probably half the city has seen
you naked." Anyone on the block could have heard Boyd announce his
daughter’s nakedness. He was hot, and getting hotter.
But he didn't actually want to see his daughter naked, so he
turned and went in the house while Mrs. S got a couple of coats from the closet
and handed them to us in the bushes. She gave Haley a long coat, but I had just
a short coat that really didn't cover my ass and my dick was sticking out.
Having a girl's mother see your cock is not going to create a favorable
impression. It was enough to get us in the house. Mrs. S got a pair of her
husband's work pants for me, and a sweatshirt. Haley went to her room and put
on some clothes. We were hoping that would be the end of it, but Mr. S called
her down to the kitchen and told me to sit my ass down. That's when he
threatened to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat. He was a big, rough
guy, and I believed him.
Anyway, Haley and I tried to explain what had happened.
She told the story, the G-rated version.
"Josh and I went to the
movies and afterward we were driving around talking." Partially
true, we'd gone to the drive-in where we had necked furiously through the
entire movie. Neither of us could remember what the flick was about. I was
playing with her naked tits the entire time.
She continued, "After the
movie, we drove around for a bit. We just like to drive around and talk about
things." We were looking for a place to park. It was years ago,
before cell-phones and the internet.
Haley continued, "You
remember the old rock quarry out past Hooverville, where we would swim during
the summers."Her mom and dad
nodded. "I convinced Josh to go swimming. It
was such a nice night and I remembered all the good times when you had taken us
there when we were kids."She
was sucking-up to them, playing the little daughter but not emphasizing that
she went swimming while naked with her boyfriend.
I spoke up and said, "It was my idea to go swimming. It
wasn't, but I was trying to shield Haley's honor.
She said, "No, it was my
idea. We didn't have swim suits, so I convinced Josh we should skinny-dip. He
didn’t want to, but finally gave in, because it was very dark and he didn’t
want me to get hurt and not be able to help. We'd never done anything like that
before.”
I hoped they believed it.
This part about it being her idea was true. When Haley
suggested we both strip and go swimming, it actually didn't take me more than a
second to agree.
We'd been to the drive-in movie. We'd gone there on dates
half-a-dozen times. We'd graduated from just kissing to where I stripped Haley
to the waist and spent a couple of hours playing with her fascinating tits. I
took my shirt off too. I also had my hands in her pants, playing with her virgin
pussy and rubbing her smooth, soft ass. I sucked her tits and put my fingers
inside her. She pulled on my cock. She had gotten me off many times. She would
use her hands to satisfy me, which avoided my urge to go further. She would
come too. Her crotch would get so warm that I couldn't believe it. We steamed
up the car windows, which obscured our view of the movie, but we didn't care.
We were young and in love.
After the movie, we drove around as we said. The quarry she
mentioned was a popular 'make-out' spot where teens like us would 'park'.
Haley continued telling her folks, "We were swimming, when a couple of guys saw our car and
pulled up. Then they saw our clothes on the hood of Josh's car, and took
them."
It was true. We were swimming in the cool deep water, and
when a few guys we knew from school showed up. They knew my car.
"Hey Josh. What are you doing?" One of them said.
It was a guy named Eddie.
He called a few times and I said, "I'm just taking a
piss."
"Bullshit. Your clothes are on your car. Are you taking
a piss or whacking off."
"Okay. I'm just swimming. I'll talk to you guys next
week."
Eddie asked, "Are you alone?"
I said I was, but he said, "Well is this your bra and
panties on the hood of your car."
I begged them to just be on their way, but they were
enjoying their mastery of the situation.
"Who's with you?"
"None of your business. Please just leave us
alone."
He said, "It must be Haley Summers in there with you.
Her ID is in her jeans."
His friend john said, "She must be naked. I'd like to
see that."
I said, "We are wearing swim suits (a lie)."
Carl, another of the guys said, "Why don't you two come
out and say hello. You must be getting cold in that water."
It was true. The water was very cold. My dick had shriveled
to the size of a peanut. We both had goosebumps and Haley's nipples were hard,
like little pebbles. The banter went back and forth with them wanting us to
come out and me trying to get them to go away. Haley asked them to please
leave. I offered money, but they weren't interested and I didn't have much
anyway. It was a stalemate, but we were in the losing position. We were
shivering from the cold water.
Finally, they said, "We'll wait over here by our car
while you two come out."
Haley was very cold and said, "Let them see. I really
don't care. We won't see them again since school is over."
We had graduated and probably wouldn't cross paths with the
three guys very often again, although two of them were juniors and would
undoubtedly spread salacious stories around school next year. It pissed-me-off
that they would say embarrassing things that might detract from Haley's
reputation, but we had no options.
So, I went first. Haley hung back in the bushes. They had
taken our clothes from the car hood, including my wallet and the car keys. I
tried to talk them into returning my stuff, but they wouldn't do it. I was
embarrassed, standing there naked. They'd seen me naked after gym class. Haley
was the prize.
"We want to see Haley naked." Eddie said.
John said, "I want to see those titties of hers that
she flaunts around school."
Haley was a very popular girl. She had a killer body and a
nice set of boobs. Many young men drooled over her. She'd only started at our
school for her senior year (and was 18), but had attracted many invitations for
dates. She went out with a number of guys, but she wouldn't 'put out', so the
more lecherous dudes left her alone. I was in American History class next to
her, and asked her out in a moment of rare courage. She accepted and we had
been 'going steady' for the last four months of the school year. As time went
on, we did more and more, but she had limits and I proceeded very cautiously,
not wanting to disrespect her; but damn, she made me hot. Haley was a young
woman with glands and sexual desires too. We hadn't had sex. She was telling
her daddy the truth. We sure were proceeding toward it though. She wanted to
wait at least until we had graduated; and I had agreed.
Anyway, Haley finally had to walk out naked and the assholes
shined a light on her, seeing her pretty naked body. She tried to cover-up, but
with limited success. She had one hand covering her pussy, and the other arm
over her breasts, but everything else was exposed. I'll bet they all went home
and whacked-off, thinking about her. She stood there for a moment then hid
behind my car. They wouldn't give us our clothes, but did return my wallet and
keys and Haley's ID. Eddie put the items on a rock and then insisted that Haley
walk over to get them. She was angry and embarrassed, but gave them their show.
They could see her tits when she picked up the items. She dropped my wallet and
needed both hands to hold everything, so the jerks had a glimpse of her pussy.
They finally drove away with our clothes. I'm sure Haley's panties were their
most popular trophy. They were wet with her scent, perfume and the secretions
from her pussy during our hours at the drive-in.
Haley was upset. She knew an unknown number of boys would be
fondling and sniffing her panties. I lamented my inability to recover them
somehow. On the other hand, after a few minutes, Haley became highly aroused,
over being exposed to other people. She didn't say anything but she was hot
when I kissed her. It was our first hint of her exhibitionist tendencies.
Those guys had seen her naked, but I was the one taking her
home.
Haley had told her mom and dad a sanitized version of the
events at the quarry; she said; “Somebody stole our
clothes but we hadn't seen who it was.”
Her dad wasn't satisfied and was skeptical of everything she
had told them beyond the fact of Haley and I showing up naked at their door.
The tables Turn.
He ranted, "Helen, your daughter is going to get
knocked-up, then what?" Haley had gotten into a good college and her dad
was afraid she would get pregnant and mess up her future.
Helen said, "Boyd. She's not going to get pregnant.
She'd told you she's not having sex with this boy. Why don't you believe
her."
He said, "I know what goes on with kids these
days."
She said, "They're smarter than we were."
He grumbled and Helen said, "Here you are yelling at
this boy about whether he's doing the same things you did when you were his
age. I don't think he's pressing her to have sex like you did with me."
Some family secrets were coming out. Haley looked at her
mom.
Mrs. S said, "Go ahead, Boyd, tell your daughter how
you begged me to let you screw me and how you got me pregnant and I had to quit
college. Your daughter is smarter than I was."
Whoa, too much information, but it explained his suspicions.
Haley, angry with her dad, pushed the issue, "Daddy, did you have sex with Momma before you guys were
married?"
Mr. Summers was being confronted by his daughter, tried to
avoid answering, but she was agitated.
Helen volunteered, "They called it fucking back then,
just like they do how. Tell them Boyd, how you had to marry me; or my daddy
would've cut your dick off and shoved it down your throat."
Boyd was finally stymied. "We shouldn't be talking
about this in front of Haley."
Haley said, "Jennie and I
used to wonder about how Benjamin was born only five months after you guys got
married. You told us he was premature. He sure was."Haley was laughing now. Her mom joined her. “No
wonder you assume everybody does it! Truth is, you did it!”
It finally broke her daddy's angry mood and he began to
laugh. “Go ahead, Helen, let your daughter know everything. Tell your daughter
what a slut you were.”
Helen laughed too. She walked around the table and stepped
behind Boyd, then slid her hands down inside the collar of his tee shirt; and
said; "Your daddy couldn't keep it in his pants, once he met me. Damn
right I was irresistible, wasn't I Boyd."
He just meekly said, "You were, oh boy, you were."
Then he reached around and slapped her ass.
They realized they were saying too much. Boyd pulled Helen’s
arm around and gathered her on his lap. The two parents seemed to lose interest
in us kids. After a few minutes, Helen said, "We're going to bed. You kids
can watch TV downstairs. Just keep quiet. See you tomorrow."
I sensed that they had urges to satisfy.
I was following Haley to the staircase when Boyd called me
to the side and handed me something. It was a three-pack of condoms. He tried
once more to put his game face on and said, "My warning stands."
They went off. Haley looked up at me from the bottom of the
stairs, relieved that it was over, at least for now. Then, we reflected. Her
parents had just confirmed they were going to leave us alone in the basement
game room, and her dad had given me a 3-pack of rubbers. Haley laughed and
asked me to help pull out the hide-a-bed. We found a movie on TV; another movie
that we weren't going to watch. I got comfortable and she went back up to the
kitchen to make popcorn.
I was sitting back on the hide-a-bed with my naked body
under the sheet and quilt, thinking I was going to give Haley a delightful
surprise. I was just watching the movie when I heard her coming, and looked her
way when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She had a bowl of popcorn, but
that was all. She was naked. I looked at her firm young breasts; her flat
stomach with her sexy navel; the furry dark triangle of hair on her pussy; her
toned thighs; her tanned legs; her glimmering long hair; her smile; and her
pretty face. I was transfixed by the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. My
very own girlfriend, naked and walking toward me.
She put down the refreshments and crawled up, straddling my
lap and put her breasts in my face. I ran my hands over her back and her tender
ass-cheeks. My cock was hard, of course and she soon discovered my complete
state of undress. I nuzzled her breasts and licked her nipples.
I said, "Are you sure we should be doing this?"
She said, "Didn't you just
hear them tell us they were going to leave us alone as long as we don't make
too much noise?"
I wasn't sure they meant it that way, but I nodded. She
moved down and pulled on the sheet. My horny young cock popped out.
I reached to the lamp table and got a condom. I started to
open it.
"You don't need that."Haley said.
"Why not. I don't want your daddy to cut my dick off
and shove it down my throat."
She said, "I'm on the pill.
Momma took me to the doctor last month. She said she couldn't tell me what to
do anymore since I was an adult; and that I should never be dependent on some
horny boy having a rubber when he needs it; or pulling out of my pussy before
he comes."
I was experiencing a lot of new surprises, tonight. I just
looked at Haley, speechless.
"Momma told me not to tell
Daddy. He doesn't know. It would upset him so much. I think he wants me to stay
his little girl until I’m past menopause!"
Haley leaned in and kissed me passionately. I had one hand
on her soft tit, and my other hand on her soft ass. Then she decided to move
straight to the feature presentation. She slid her pelvis down onto me, using
her hand to guide my straining cock into her smooth, warm vagina.
It was the first time for both of us, and it felt
marvelous, like nothing I had ever experienced. My Cock was squeezed in the
sleeve of her cunt, and I felt a sensation along the entire length of my dick,
massaging and stimulating it. She kissed me and humped her hips, riding my
cock. It didn't take me long. My cock had dreamt of being inside a pussy for
its entire life, and wouldn't wait any longer. I felt my semen build up and my
balls began to contract; then I exploded into Haley's spasming cunt. The
release was amazing. We were both panting and sweating from extreme arousal.
Unbelievable! We kissed and held each other.
I apologized for coming so soon. She told me not to worry,
because we were going to do it again.
"My daddy gave you three
condoms, so he expects you to screw me three times tonight."
I was pretty sure that was not his intent, but I said.
"Well, I certainly don't want to piss him off, do I?"
We made love a second time and then a third. We made good
use of the couch in the recreation room while the television played a movie; we
had no idea what it was. I relished Haley for the entire night. The second time
we did it, she wanted to try 'doggie style' so I had the pleasure of gazing at
her soft young ass while my cock sawed in and out of her pussy. The third time
was in the 'missionary position' and was tender and slow. It is the most
memorable night of my life, the first time I made love to my future wife.
I was there all night but left very early in the morning
before her parents were up and about. I didn't want to confront her mom and dad
after spending the night with their daughter. But I'm sure they heard my car
start when I left. Haley couldn't honestly deny that we were having sex any longer.
I told my mom that I'd stayed at another friend's house.
Haley and I dated through college and were married the year
before we graduated. We must've fucked a thousand times over those four years.
We are still together. Haley still laughs with her brother and sister about the
secrets her mom and dad had revealed that night.
One vivid memory I have is after I impregnated Haley for the
first time, after we were married, of course. Her mom and dad came to visit and
we told them. I shook hands with her dad with one hand on my crotch.
He saw and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to cut
your dick off and shove it down your throat. I was just kidding when I said
that."
I woke to the sound of scraping, on the roof. At nineteen
years old, I knew it was the big tree in the backyard and not Santa Claus. It
woke me all the same. I looked at the time and sighed; three o'clock.
We had gotten home from my grandmother's a little after one,
and I was out like a light. My parents used the time after we got home, to wrap
our immediate family's presents. It was an annual tradition. They always opened
a bottle of wine, turned on 'A Christmas Story,' and wrapped our presents. It
never made sense to me that they did it the night before, but it was what it
was.
I was thirsty, so I opened my door, and looked to see if
they were still up. I didn't want to get yelled at for spying on my presents.
Those spankings from my youth, were still fresh on my mind.
Hearing nothing, and seeing no lights on, I made my way down
a few stairs and sat low. Through the ballusters I could see motion near the
sofa. In the glow of the Christmas Tree lights and a burning fireplace, I could
clearly see the back of a man, with a red santa hat, incredible white beard,
red tanktop, and red pants dropped to his ankles, and the bare legs of a woman.
Santa’s coat was draped over the ottoman.
I slid on my ass, wearing just my boxers and a tee-shirt.
Now 3 steps lower, I could clearly see the backside of done
serious doggie fucking! My mom was bent over the couch, getting fucked from
behind, by a man in a Santa suit. It was a very authentic-looking suit. And the
beard looked incredibly real.
I watched in shock as she had her legs spread wide, and
leaning down on her hands with her pelvis at rest on the sofa’s rounded
armrest. her large natural breasts swung with each hard thrust from Santa, who
I certainly hoped was my father. Her heavy breathing was loud, and she
occasionally looked back over her shoulder, and the man who was reaming out her
wet cunt. I assume her eyes were closed in lust, and she at times bit her lips.
"Fuck me, Santa. Fuck me harder, Saint Nick."
I stayed down and peered through the balusters, to avoid
being seen; and watched as Santa continued to plow my modest, old-fashioned
mother from behind. I have to admit she looked hot with her sweaty hair matted
to her forehead and her plump ass jiggling with each impact. I found myself
getting hard at the sight.
The slapping sound was loud and sexy. Her moans were soft
and frequent. Santa groaned, "Ho, ho, fucking ho, you've been a naughty
girl this year; haven't you?"
"You've been a slut, haven't you? You've been letting
your husband have your ass, haven't you?" Santa said; which made me almost
give up my presence up high on my perch. I couldn't believe my mom did anal.
Holy shit!
"Yes, Santa, oh God! Harder, I'm so close. Jim loves my
ass, and I love it too."
I couldn't believe my ears. Then my cock got rock hard,
imagining my mom, with a cock deep in her ass.
"Well, Mary, I just happen to have some lube, right
here."
What happened next, shattered all of my preconceived notions
of what was really happening. Out of nowhere, a bottle appeared in his hand
,bathed in a shower of golden sparkles. It couldn't really be Santa Claus, banging
my mom in our living room, could it?
I watched Santa take off his gloves and squirt the liquid
onto her crack. He fingered her backdoor and she squealed in delight at the
double penetration.
"So good, Santa. So fucking good."
I gasped when he pulled out of her pussy and flopped his fat
sausage, lying flat on her ass crack. I couldn't take my eyes off of his long
fat cock as he lubed it up. I couldn't believe she was going to try to take it.
I looked down at my boxers and realized I was nearly as long, now poking way
out of my fly; but I was nowhere near the girth of that salami roll. I feared
for her getting injured.
He said, "Are you ready, Slutty Mary?"
"Yes, Santa. Give it to me."
He pressed the tip in, and I watched her turn her head back,
she was terrified as she looked at his face; her eyes bulged in shock as he
wedged his shaft deep in.
"Holy hell," she shrieked.
Santa flashed an evil grin and pushed forward. "Oh,
damn," he groaned. "You're the tightest ass I'll have, all this
night."
I saw anger flash in my mother's eyes, but it was only for a
moment. She got lost in the sensation from the intruder in her ass.
"Yes, Santa. Nice and slow. Just like that."
He threw his head back; then started to piston back and
forth. The sight was incredible! I wished I had a camera. I was going to have
jerk-off fodder for a long time, with just the memory.
"Oh yeah, Mary. That's what you like, isn't it, Santa's
slut. You're my slut right?"
"Yes, Santa. I'm your slut. Oh, fuck that's good."
He continued his steady pace as he stretched her hole. I
could only imagine what it looked like up close. What I was seeing was better
than any porn I'd ever seen.
"You love it don't you. You love my big cock in your
ass."
"Yes, Santa. Oh, fuck! Yes."
He picked up his pace and started to slam into her. I could
hear the slapping again and it was so sexy. I loved that sound. Then I watched
her face and tits fall to the cushion and she brought her fingers to her pussy.
Added to the slapping sound was the sloshing sound of her wet pussy being
frigged to orgasm.
I noticed a round black object on the Ottoman, that I hadn’t
seen before. Lean my face up to the slot between two balusters of the staircase
railing. It had been obscured by mom’s head; until she laid her face onto the
sofa cushion. A square lighted shape was next to it. Mom had a camcorder,
filming her sex video with Santa?
"Cum for me, Mary. Cum hard."
"Fuck, fuck, yes!" she shrieked loudly. They
didn't break stride, oblivious to how loud they were. I couldn't believe they
didn't wake my sister.
"I'm close, Mary. I want to cum on your tits."
He pulled out and she rolled around onto her knees. He only
stroked a few times, before rope after rope blasted onto her neck and tits.
He groaned in pleasure before he flicked the last drops of
cum at her open mouth. It was so dirty, so unlike my mother on any other day of
the year. Well, I assumed that. I'd never watched her get fucked before.
A red towel appeared, and he wiped off his glistening cock,
still slick with lube, then my mom's spread ass. He tossed it into the burning
fireplace and pulled up his pants. I watched my naked mom sit on the rug and
sip some wine as she watched his semi-flaccid cock get tucked into his red
pants. Then he fastened his belt.
He smiled at her as he put on his coat and straightened his
hat. "You're the best fuck ever, Mary. I still can't believe you took me
anally."
"I trained for it, Santa. I used dildos and butt plugs,
all day, to get used to the size."
"Such a good girl, Mary. You've definitely earned this
one."
He moved his hands like a magician and a present appeared in
his hand. It looked like a necklace box.
"Oh, Santa. You're too good to me."
She stood naked, her tits swinging, and kissed him in what
looked like serious tongue-wrestling. I took that opportunity to return to my
bedroom. I never got my drink.
Morning Light.
"Rise and shine, everybody," my mom shouted from
the kitchen. When we were kids, she was the one who got woken up by us. Funny
how times change.
I walked into the hall and saw my sister emerge from her
room. Her hair looked every bit like a rat's nest as she scratched her butt and
elbowed me out of her way.
I shook my head and took delight in the smell of cinnamon
rolls and sausage, wafting through the house.
Dad was pouring a cup of coffee as mom flipped the sausage.
"Jenny and Mark, do you want to put the icing on the rolls?"
We'd been doing that since we were old enough to hold the
spatula.
"Of course, daddy," Jenny said brightly. She was
eighteen, but delighted in Christmas as if she were still five.
I sat down and watched dad as he slapped mom on her ass. She
winced and gave him a yelp. He smirked knowingly, as he sat with his coffee. I
still didn't know what the hell happened the previous night. Was it really Santa
Clause? Or was it my dad?
I watched mom closely that morning. I'd never before noticed
how sexy she was. I always knew she was pretty but seeing her, taking a large
fat cock in her ass; gave me something entirely different to think about.
We finished icing the rolls and Jenny excused herself to go
to the bathroom. Mom sat down and took dad's hand. She looked at me with a
smirk and said, "So Mark, I hope you got enough sleep, last night. But did
you enjoy the show?"
Busted!
"Um..." I stuttered.
"It's okay," dad said. He waved his hands and a
napkin appeared in his hand. "Just don't do it again, okay? You’re old
enough to know a healthy marriage when you see it; but unless you’re invited to
watch, just go about your own business. Got it?"
I nodded and bit into my roll.
I couldn't believe; I forgot. Dad used to do magic for
us, when we were little kids.
And I couldn't believe that's all they said about
their sex fantasy videos. Years later, when I caught them screwing in my
garage, I realized they were becoming full-blown exhibitionists. Unreal.
Not long after that; Jenny told me she came across a folder
of sex videos, hidden deep in a portable hard drive. She thought Dad had a
secret porn stash, that mom ought to know about.
I told her; “Mom knows. Trust me. The videos are probably
home movies they made; and then watch together as a turn-on.”
“What?” she said. “Mom and dad do that stuff?”
“Yeah! I said. “I stumbled upon the two of them really late
one night, in the living room. The next morning mom and dad asked if I enjoyed
it. I was speechless. They just told me to give them space, and quit watching.”
“Damn!” Jenny said. “Never would have thought our prim and
proper mother would be this kinky?”
Hey!” I added. “At least they have a great sex life. How many
of our friends even have both parents still together?”
“As long as we don’t have to explain to our friends about
our parents posting it on Pornhub, I’ll be just fine with it.” Jenny concluded.
I spent most nights of my senior year in high school
babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job
would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my
nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active
kids while their parents took a night off.
"It's so fucking hot in here," Sarah Waterton
sighed. It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of July, her air conditioning
wasn't working, it was a hundred degrees outside, and it didn't feel much
cooler than that inside her house; perhaps even hotter; even with all the
windows wide open. She was glad her period ended last night. She was about to
invite herself over to Carol’s backyard pool.
What had started out with the potential for so much
disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite
wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner
was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes.
After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told
stories of the last few years.
After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home
for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody
who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand
my desire to get to somewhere warmer.
For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a
military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago,
Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It
was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old
school mates for the Holidays.
Tonight we’re presenting some of our most beloved,
humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are
spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the
house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; My
panties were hung on the bedpost with care, As my fingers parted
my soft pussy hair.
It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened
from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk
from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened
to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing?
Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the
living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous
body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't
mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!
In the second week of February, Honey Lane sat on a tall
stool in the corner next to Zach's kitchen counter, sulking as she watched him
walk slowly around the table at which sat a girl and two boys between the ages
of 7 and 10. The dour silence of the spacious industrial loft suggested more
that the children were completing a college entrance exam with a severe
proctor, rather than completing Valentines to be distributed in class the
following Monday.
When she woke the next morning, Zach was standing next to
the bed with a pain pill and a glass of water. "Terry's gonna be here in
about half an hour. I could make you some breakfast?" he said, putting the
pill and the water into her hand.
Honey shook her head, feeling the weight of the world on her
shoulders. "I'd; I'd like to take a shower before I go; if that's
okay," she asked.
Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see
Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of
the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large
liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope.
Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded
adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed
shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on
their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man
in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children;
because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic.
Driving home the next day felt like waking up from some kind
of dream until I pulled into our driveway and Munchkin came running out to
greet me. As I was getting out to reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned,
the reality of my life settled right back in. I went inside, and Lane and Mary
grunted their hellos without looking up.
"When I was fourteen, Mr. Johnson introduced me to a
friend of his, Henry White, who was a master plumber. Henry was a
high-functioning alcoholic whose temper had driven away all his old apprentices
and journeymen. Luckily, I was always big for my age, and Mr. Johnson assured
Henry that I was seventeen, turning eighteen in the next few months, so he took
me on with the promise to make me an apprentice as soon as I was old enough. By
the time that Henry learned my actual age, he had come to rely on me so much
that he kept me on."
As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her
day with Mary.
"She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and
shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some
people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her
about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint
splatters afterward before they stained."
The Plumber, The Painter, and the Wind off the Lake
Prologue
I have never been much for
following instructions or doing what I'm told.
In eighth grade, we were assigned
to make a volcano in science class. I figured that if the eruption looked good
with a couple of tablespoons of baking soda, then it would look even better
with the whole container! And what better place for a natural disaster than the
teacher's desk at the front of the class. I was right; the whole container of
baking soda produced an impressive explosion. What I didn't count on, however,
was it producing a week-long suspension from school and a beating from my
mother.
"Just when I thought it couldn't get better;"
Ginny sighed, lost in bliss. "You certainly know what a woman wants."
"I aim to please." Santa said cheerfully, putting
one arm around her waist and holding her close while he guided the sleigh.
"Think we might've sated you for a while?"
Someone attacked Santa with a wicked-looking spiked
hand-axe, something out of a sci-fi movie. He batted the weapon aside and
clapped his open hands across the man's ears, busting his brain. Before he
dropped, Santa grabbed the corpse and swung it around in a wide arc, smashing
it into the foes surrounding him and knocking them back.
A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest
bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story
bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again.
Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of
his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came
down the big oak stairs, and she nodded.
"Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up,
and we're good to go!"
She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met.
Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So
far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred
to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up
to Jackson leaving for college.
We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way
back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to
wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an
old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early
warning system.
Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious
planning."
I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it
working?"
She answered by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me
into our first slow, introductory kiss. Our lips separated briefly, we looked
silently into each other's eyes for a moment, then our heads instinctively
tilted and our lips came back together with a deeper, more confident kiss. One
kiss blurred into two, then three, and continued until one was
indistinguishable from the next. Our mouths opened wider and wider, yearning to
feel the other partner's passion, before our tongues began a frantic dance
between her mouth and mine.
I awoke to the sound of Lizzie's bathroom door opening and
closing, and the girls' footsteps moving around her bedroom. I laid there for a
minute then reluctantly pulled myself out of bed to splash some water on my
face and slip on a pair of flannel lounge pants and a t-shirt.
I emerged from my bedroom and looked down in the great room
to see the girls standing by the sofa looking at Stefani as she slept.
Toni heard me coming down the stairs and asked, "Why is
my mom here?"
And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane. Children scurried about the school grounds with crisp back-to-school clothes and brightly colored backpacks not yet soiled and tattered from use. I winced internally as numerous mothers hugged their little ones, sent them into the building, and tearfully departed.
My Elizabeth unfastened her seatbelt and eagerly fidgeted on the edge of the seat as we crept forward in line. Upon arrival at the designated unloading zone, Lizzie contorted herself over the center console and gave me a tight, all-consuming hug. "I love you Daddy!" she shouted as a volunteer parent opened the car door. And with that, she was gone in a flash. The volunteer and I just smiled at each other and shrugged our shoulders.
In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with
a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels.
Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make
it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking
up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway.
JoAnne forced her way brusquely through the dense crowd
toward the Thai place on the corner. Lord, she hated holiday shopping; screaming
brats, the jarring sounds of ringing bells, the constant fucking "gimme,
gimme, gimme" of the damn "charity" workers. As if they weren't
really there to guilt you into forking over the goddamn money. And all these
fucking people just kept on bumping against her, wrinkling her $2000 black
skirt and jacket power suit. Didn't they have somewhere to be, didn't people
work anymore?
The sexual tension between Darren and Amy was palpable, and there
was a great chance that she might want to get at it again, during the
day. Maybe it was just best for him to have nothing underneath, he
thought.
Darren steadied himself with some deep breaths and thoughts of
rugby, then he made his way down to the kitchen.
Aunt Lily had made them ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of
potato crisps. A classic lunch he remembered always having here.
As he was watching Lily eat her lunch, he couldn’t help but
to think that those lips, that mouth had tasted his cum just moments
ago! Had she noticed? Did she like his cum?
All was dark. Darren felt his mouth was dry, he was waking up in a
warm and sweaty cave.
It took some seconds before his brain caught up to his senses.
Last night's happenings slowly dawned on him. Apart from the
darkness and the sweaty warm body he was pressed up against, his face
was also feeling itself surrounded by Amy’s tangled hair. His
body was slowly doing sensory checks and sending them back to his
brain.
As he slowly started sensing his own body, pressed tightly against
his cousin’s back he quickly became aware of other things
pressing against him.
In the countryside of Northeastern
France, lived a young widow and her daughter. Lily was an English
debutante who married the son of a wealthy French family. Her husband
died tragically in a Formula One auto race, leaving the young mother
to raise her two year old daughter, Amy. The deceased husband's
Family trust provided them a farm and stipend. Lily's sister and
brother-in-law have a son, Darren; of nearly the same age, and the
two children spent their summers together on the farm while Darren's
parents operated a seasonal business in a Resort seaside village.
Darren begins the story of how his life changed, from his visits to
Aunt Lily's Farm.
Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law.
The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local
housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the
Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request.
