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My Gal - Sal

By: skip.69



I had been away from home at University for almost a year now, not really feeling that I belonged there any more since Mom and Dad had divorced, Dad having gone to live with his secretary instead.

However, I still had great feelings about them both, and loved each of them dearly.

One of the first things I did, though, was to get in touch with one of my old mates, and arranged for an evening out for a drink or two.

It was great to see Jim again, and after a couple of drinks I asked him whether anything interesting was happening in my home town.

He told me that he had recently found an area, not too far away, where "dogging" regularly took place, and asked if I would be interested in going along with him to see if anyone was exhibiting this evening.

I thought it a great idea, and so half an hour later we were in his car in the nearby woodlands, where he told me that the car park was the regular arena for this activity. 

"The police are aware of it, I believe," he told me, "but I have it on good authority that they stay well away from here, although I would not mind betting that many of them come here in plain clothes - but not for police reasons!" he added.

There were just two other cars parked there, but they seemed to be in darkness. But a minute or so after we had arrived there a small van drew up in the centre of the car park, and then a man emerged from the driving seat, walked round the back, and opened the rear door.

As soon as he had done this the other two cars seemed to come to life as a man and woman appeared from each of them, their ages difficult to guess in the semi-darkness, but nevertheless appearing fairly young from their manner of walking.

The man with the van now switched on an interior light in the rear of the van, and one which seemed a little brighter than one would normally expect in such a vehicle.

As he did this the passenger door opened and out came two women, both sporting a mask over their eyes and wearing what appeared to be wigs, judging by the way they were both adjusting them.

At this point Jim got out of his car, and motioned me to follow him. He then crossed to stand behind the van, where I joined him and the other two couples, just as the two "girls" stood with their backs to the open door, smiled to their "audience", and then one of them clambered into the back of the van and lay on her back with her ankles just overlapping the edge of the back of the van floor. The other one reached beneath her short skirt and with no more ado tugged down her knickers, stepped out of them, and handed them to the man who was holding open the door. She then climbed in and knelt down facing us, her knees on each side of the horizontal one's head and shoulders.

In the brightness of the interior light we could now see the first woman's face as she opened her mouth and push out her tongue just as the kneeling one slowly sank down to sit on her face.

The man now stood against the van and standing a little to one side so as not to obstruct any view he started to push the skirt of the woman lying down right up to her waist, revealing a distinctive pair of knickers, bright red with yellow polka dots, which he then took hold of in order to tug them down to the immense delight of Jim, me and the other two couples.

The girl on top now reached out as the one underneath raised her ankles, grasping them and then parting them widely to reveal a moist and obviously well-used pussy.

The lower girl, whom I shall now call "Miss A" and the other one on top I shall call "Miss B", now put her hand to the sides of her pussy lips to tug them apart to show even more and the man, still standing a little to one side so as not to impede the display, stretched out his own hand as he began to stroke it and then insert his fingers. Soon his movement speeded up as he began to rub harder, in and out, and then unexpectedly (to me at any rate) turned to grasp the arm of one of the other men watching and steer it towards the glistening hole.

He then motioned each of us in turn to do the same, even the women partners of the two other car drivers, and then suddenly whipped out his own engorged penis and allowed it to spurt right onto the engorged pussy which was so lewdly being offered as a receptacle!

But he then motioned each of us to do the same, and as the other two women started to rub their respective partners' cocks and then aim them to copy the van-driver, so did Jim and I do the same until Miss A's thighs and pussy were covered in glistening cum. Finally Miss B leaned forwards to openly lick up the spent cum as the van-driver slowly closed the door, indicating that the show was over for tonight. 

By no means disappointed with the performance, Jim and I reluctantly returned to his car as the other two couples went to their own and started up their engines. Evidently they were not going to give any show tonight – they were evidently just voyeurs as we were.

Another drink with Jim, though, and then I said that I would be getting home, as this was my first night there for some time, and I did not want to keep my Mom waiting up for me even though I was now a big boy!

Actually she was in bed when I got home, but I did go into her room to say goodnight. She sat up as I entered the room, and I could not help but notice how sexy she looked in her lace nightdress which plunged deeply enough to reveal much of the swell of her breasts. In fact, when I looked at her I felt that had she not been my Mom I would have fancied her!

"Come to kiss Mummy goodnight, then?" she almost laughed, her smile so bewitching that I almost forgot myself as I bent to kiss her. So much so that what had been intended as a goodnight peck became slightly more intense as it turned into a lingering kiss, my hand impulsively reaching down to cup her breast as I forgot that it was my mother and not a casual girl-friend.

Hastily I pulled my hand away again, starting to apologise, only to be told that I was doing nothing wrong.

"Just the heat of the moment," she laughed. "Although you won't remember how you used to go there for your meals a long time ago," she chuckled. "Now, it's goodnight. I'll see you in the morning. Now I need my beauty sleep, but tomorrow you can tell me all your news and I'll tell you mine."

I turned to go out, and my gaze accidentally fell on the chair where she had carefully laid out her clothing. To my absolute shock, though, I saw that on top of the pile was a pair of red knickers with yellow polka-dots!

I could not help staring at them, and neither could I help myself from turning to look at Mom again with complete amazement, unable to hide my reactions.

But to my utter astonishment as she read into my eyes that I was being bowled over at the sight of those knickers she started to laugh as she now said to me, "I thought that it was your voice that I could hear in the car park at Belchers' Wood. Did you enjoy my performance?"

"Mom," I almost shouted. "Was that you?"

"Of course it was," she smiled. "It got so lonely here on my own night after night on my own that I started to go out more and got extremely friendly with Reggie and his wife, Joan. They were the other two in the van. We are regulars there now, actually. Are you shocked?"

I could hardly say that I was shocked, although I was. But not in the way that she was meaning.

"Yes, I am shocked," I confessed, "but pleasantly so, if I can put it that way. I'm not making any objections to your behaviour, though. What you do to enjoy yourself is none of my business, except for one thing."

"And what is that?" she asked.

"It is the fact that when you were lying in that car I actually touched you – my own mother – and did not know!" I told her.

She was sitting up again in her bed, now, and the swell of her breasts was even more pronounced than previously.

"The question is," she laughed, "did you enjoy it? And would you have enjoyed it more had you known whose pussy it was that you were fondling?"

She actually used those words! And neither was she showing any signs of guilt or shame!

"Come on," she said, "and be honest!"

As I started to nod she looked me straight in the eye and said, "So do you want to kiss me again, and this time leave your hand where it was going when you did it before – to my breast?"

My answer was action rather than words. I bent down towards her and kissed her fully on the lips, which she started to open, as my hand sought her breast and began to tweak the rising nipple which was hardening under my caress.

The motherly kiss quickly turned into a passionate one, as my hand softly slid across the lace of her nightdress and inserted itself beneath and onto the bare flesh beneath, my fingers now cruelly twisting at the solid nipple. Her kiss became as frenzied as mine, and then suddenly she broke off as she flung back the bedclothes, revealing the brevity of her lace nightdress, crying out, "Please, please, please fuck me! Push your cock into my pussy! Fill me up with your cum! Be my lover! Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me until I beg for mercy! Tell me how much you have missed me! Make up for the time you have been away and I have missed you!"

I could not contain myself, either, and forgetting of who she really was I almost tore off my clothing as I stripped and flung myself onto her. We thrashed in ecstasy, we fucked, we made love, we screamed obscenities to each other, until finally we lay back almost exhausted. 

As we recovered I began to realise what I had done – I had made passionate love to my own mother. I had fucked her. And she had encouraged me! And then I came to the conclusion that I did not care!

There was no thought of my going back to my own bed that night, as we snuggled together like two lovers on honeymoon.

Next morning, too, there seemed to be no remorse from either of us, as we woke and fucked again.

Together we showered, breakfasted in the nude, and after that we made love again. And this time we did not just fuck – we made love!

And whereas yesterday I was wondering how I was going to pass the time during my brief vacation I was now wondering how long I could stretch it out for!

As we sat recovering with a coffee after another session, though, I said to her, "Mom," and received the reply, "Who? Don't call me that, please. I'm Sal. Who am I?"

"You're my Gal, Sal," I laughed.

"Now remember that in future," she instructed me, "especially when we are out and in public. So get used to calling me that when we are alone so that it becomes a habit. Remember that especially tonight when I take you round to meet Reggie and Joan. Whether or not I shall tell them exactly who you are I am not sure yet, but in the meantime I will introduce you to them as my new lover. They will not mind, and as we all three make love together whenever we meet you will be certain of a good time when I introduce you to Joan – she is a splendid fuck, as I know full well whenever we put on a lesbian show for the doggers, although just as often she or I will fuck with Reggie. It makes for variety."

By now, though, we were ready to go out for some shopping, as Sal (as I must now call her) had not previously prepared for me to be home for more than a couple of days or so. 

And so I suggested that in addition to food, I should take her shopping round the boutiques. "After all, those knickers you wore last night were a give-away to whoever saw them. And it is time you started to wear something a little sexier if you are going to be my girl-friend. "

Her answer was to give me another hug, telling me that she would wear whatever turned me on and whenever I wanted her to do so.

"In fact," she said, "I told you that I thought that I had recognised your voice at Belcher's Wood, which is why I deliberately laid those knickers out on the chair instead of putting them in the laundry basket as I would normally have done. In fact, I was half-prepared for your presence there, as your pal Jim seems to be a regular visitor there, and I half-suspected that he might take you there last night. It was also the reason why I wore such an easily-recognisable pair, as I usually wear a g-string in the hope that one of the audience will help take it off. The reason for the masks and wigs was also that I had told Reggie and Joan that I suspected there might be someone there who could recognise me but that I did not wish that person to know who I was. But joy, oh joy – it worked. You recognised my knickers, put two and two together and came up with the right answer!"

"Right, then, we will go round the boutiques, and even one or two sex-shops that I know. But there is one condition –that is, whenever I try something on you will be in the changing room with me, even if the assistant is there, too. Promise?"

"I promise!" I gleefully told her.

And so we did the rounds of the boutiques, buying a micro-miniskirt in one, a see-through top in another, stockings and suspenders in another, and on each and every occasion I went into the changing-room with her. In one shop the assistant attempted to stop me from going in with her, but Sal turned to her and told her that as her "toy-boy" was doing the buying then he ought to see what he was buying whilst it was in situ so to speak. The occasion was actually when purchasing a new suspender belt and stockings which meant that her knickers had to come off whilst she put them on. She did not have to do so, of course, but Sal insisted, and actually left them on and paid for them.

Finally we entered a sex-shop. Now these are usually sleazy places at the best of times, but Sal was quite happy there. Admittedly we did peruse some films and disks, but when we went to the clothing section she was delighted.

The clothing, though, was already wrapped in cellophane bags so as to see the content, but as Sal said to the seedy bloke behind the counter, "I do intend buying everything I try on, but I want my toy-boy to approve, so if I unwrap anything but do not buy it I shall still pay for it. OK?"

She picked out a completely transparent nightdress which would only reach as far as her crutch, and then asked him where she could try it on.

"I'm sorry, but there is no changing-room here," he told her, "and the only other room is n the one where the girls perform."

"Perform?" she queried.

"Yes," he answered. "Blokes push a coin into a slot and the window opens for one minute. He then watches the girls performing, nude or otherwise, until the window closes and he has to put in another coin. Sometimes they are fully dressed, sometimes they are partly dressed, sometimes they are completely nude. Sometimes they touch themselves, sometimes they touch each other. It is all part of the gamble the bloke makes."

"Can I use that room then?" she brazenly asked, telling him that she had no compunctions about anyone else seeing her dressed or undressed.

A minute or so later she had agreed with him that she would choose whatever she intended buying, and then she would use the performance room to try them all on in turn. In return, seeing that she would be instrumental in earning money for him through whatever spectators would be watching, he would not only allow me to use a "free" window (one presumably that he used himself from time to time) but he would also give her a 50% discount on whatever she bought.

He led me to a small booth where the window was completely unshuttered. I remember thinking that he could have offered that cubicle to her in which to change, but then thought that there was probably method in his idea of her using the performance room.

Before he left me in the room, though, he turned on a switch, which was presumably a camera. At least, I suspected that it was such.

Then the two girls who were in the room went out as a soft buzzer sounded – a signal from the boss that they were on a break.

Then the lighting increased as Sal entered. She was fully dressed, but carrying a bag containing her purchases.

So, with no more ado, she nonchalantly began to strip off until she was in just the new suspender belt and stockings, which she left on, oblivious to the fact that her shaven pussy was not only visible to all, but was brightly lit, in contrast to the usual dimmer lighting which normally prevailed.

Firstly, then, she tried on the flimsy nightdress, which I now saw was not only transparent, but had holes cut into the bodice large enough for most of her breasts to be on view, and an inverted "vee" cutaway at the lower end so that she was on view in front from her stomach down.

Evidently satisfied she removed it to be naked once more and pulled out a tiny pair of knickers with a huge dildo sewn into the inside. Carefully she pulled these on, making sure that the dildo inserted fully inside her as she pulled the garment as tightly as possible.

She turned around slowly, knowing full well that she was being watched, and then slowly removed them again, but this time putting the end of the dildo into her mouth!

Next she took out a string of beads which she methodically began to insert into her pussy until half of the string was inside her, then, bending over, she made a great show of inserting the remainder up her arse!

Again she repeated her trick of taking them out and transferring the entire set into her mouth!

Finally she took out a mesh-like mini-skirt, with a very large mesh making it almost as see-through as a spider's web, and tried it on.

When she finally removed it she nonchalantly crossed to the door with her bag of purchases and her own clothes in her other hand, and then entered the main shop where she casually began to dress again, oblivious to the men who were standing around gaping glassy-eyed at her.

By now I was standing by her side which had the desired effect of making sure that she would remain unmolested, and I paid with my credit card before escorting her outside again.

Getting into my car I drove her to a restaurant where we had a snack before going home again.

"I am due to meet Reggie and Joan tonight," she told me, as I think I mentioned before. We were due to eat out, after which Reggie was going to shave my pussy and then on to the Dogging Site again."

"But as you are with me, and I do not intend letting you go earlier than I have to do, I am going to ring Reggie and tell him that it will be a table for four instead of three. And I want you to have the privilege of shaving my stubble – not that there is very much, as Reggie shaved me there last night before we went out. So sit down and listen in whilst I talk to them."

She dialled a number, and then put the hands-free attachment on so that I could hear all the conversation.

Reggie answered almost immediately, as she told him that it was Sal calling.

"Reggie, darling," she began. "I'm afraid that there will be a slight amendment to tonight's programme." (And this is when I sat up and really took notice, for she began to tease Reggie a little.)

"My son is home from University and he asked me to dine out with him, but I told him that I had a prior engagement with you both. Would you mind awfully if he joined us for the meal? After that he intends seeing his girl-friend." (And here she pointed to herself.)

Reggie came back to tell her that neither of them would mind, but that obviously they would have to be careful in their conversations.

"Of course," she answered him. "I shall make it a point of only saying what I want him to hear. But whilst he is with his girl-friend we will still go dogging, won't we? I have a new g-string and stockings I want to show off. And take off! And I shall not be wearing a mask or a wig tonight, either, even though Joan and I have always worn wigs as a semi-disguise. But there may be someone in our audience who probably knows me, and for once I would not object to being recognised. But Joan can still wear hers if she wishes."


My Gal Sal



No sex in this story but please take the time to read it. I hope you will enjoy it. As always, a big thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing to make my story a much better read. They are also fine authors in their own right.

Chapter 1

I was just a regular country boy. I graduated high school, worked on my parents' farm and lived pretty much a country life. All through school I dated Sally May Perkins. I just called her Sal most of the time. We were always a couple since we grew up together. Kind of best buds I guess. We always talked about getting married, having a family and a farm of our own. When we were older, we had sex, and she felt good. I still remember how we went down to the holler and swam in the pond naked. Then there were the times in the barn on top the hay bales. She was quite the filly. I really never pictured life without her.

I didn't go to college because I was going to help Dad and Mom with the family farm. My brother and sister went and furthered their education. It just wasn't for me. I liked farming. To work with Mother Nature, till that soil, and watch the crops grow out of nothing but seed has always amazed me.

We were a country family, not necessarily a poor one. Most of the money from our farm went back into buying equipment and animals. We raised cows, beef for slaughter. Of course it took a lot of hay to raise over a hundred head at a time.

Back to Sal, she was a cute gal. I watched her grow up right along side of me. If you saw one of us, you saw the other. Sal said she was going to college to study agriculture. Then when we got married, she would be able to help me more. Her parents were a little against it because they wanted her to become someone important and marry a doctor or something. They let her go to college since she got a full ride scholarship for four years. Looking back I guess they just wanted to separate us figuring once Sal tasted the big city she wouldn't care to return and marry a farmer. They got their wish.

I should mention that Sal's dad worked in the local factory and her mom was a cashier at the local grocery store. They had two other kids beside Sal. There was Hank, who was a couple of years older and became a truck driver. Then there was Millie, the youngest. I often remember how we would chase Millie away so we could be alone. 

Sal was going away to college about two states away. Of course we gave our undying love like two young people do. We weren't engaged or anything like that. In fact I never even gave her a going steady ring. I was working the farm and she was off to college. The first year she wrote me all the time. She would come home about three times a year and we would spend a little time together. Her parents wanted her with them. I could understand that, because they loved her too. She seemed to have changed some to me. More big city instead of country girl.

We had sex again before she went back for the second year. It was different, like she knew new things. I asked her about it and she started crying. Right then and there I knew she had sex with someone else. She wanted to try and explain but to me there wasn't any explaining to do. She fucked another guy, that's all the explaining I needed. I asked her to leave. She left and that was the last I saw of her.

I hardly got any letters after that and then one day she wrote me a 'Dear John', letter. I guess it's a 'Dear John' letter even though we weren't going together. She had met a man and would be getting married. She told me how she would always remember our special times together. She did sign it "Love, Sal."

The letter didn't tell me anything. All I knew was that I had lost my lifetime sweetheart. I was devastated for a young man. My plans for the future were pretty much gone, at least with Sal. My parents and family stood beside me and I got over it. I had so many unanswered questions. My parents did explain when people are apart, their hearts grow fonder or they go the other way. I guess mine grew fonder and Sal's went the other way. 

I decided to hell with women and worked the farm and in my spare time I enjoyed hunting and fishing. The country is a beautiful place. Why anyone would want to live anywhere else is beyond me.

I talked to Mrs. Perkins - that was Sal's mom - a few times at the grocery store. She was a nice lady and just told me we all have changes in our lives. "There will be someone else for you, Bobby; just give it time." 

About three years had passed since I received that letter from Sal. One day I was out fishing and I saw someone across the cove fall into the water. I watched for a few seconds and the person seemed to be struggling. I quickly kicked of my shoes and dived into the water. When I got there, I found Millie caught around the fishing line and it got wrapped around a tree stump in the water. I told her to quit splashing and that I would get her loose. She held onto my neck as I was able to loosen the fishing line and set her free. I carried her up to the bank and set her down. She had a nasty cut on her leg so I ripped off my t-shirt, tore off a piece and wrapped it around her leg.

I couldn't help but notice her wet body. Her blouse clung to her breasts and her shorts were wet clear through, showing her blue panties. She wasn't a kid anymore; she was all woman.

About that time some guy showed up. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked.

Millie looked up at him and said, "I fell in and nearly drowned, while you went to get your beer, you big oaf. By the way, this is Bobby, my sis... a friend of the family."

"Hi, glad to meet you, Oaf. Can I have that beer you have in your hand?" I asked.

As he handed me the beer, he said his name wasn't Oaf. Millie just called him that when she got mad. He said his name was Elliot. We all kind of laughed as I took the beer and poured it over the scratch on Millie's leg.

"Millie, not to ruin your date, but you should let the doc take a look at that. I think it will be fine but you need to be on the safe side. Also you need to get out of the wet clothes. Do you have a change of clothes with you?"

"Just my bathing suit. If you will keep Oaf here, I'll go change."

She was back in a flash in a one piece suit, but she looked sexy. She told Elliot to take her over to the clinic to get her leg looked it.

"Thanks, Bobby. You always were like a big brother. Too bad..." She stopped and said she would head over to the doctor's. She kissed me on the cheek.

I told Elliot it was nice meeting him and I might see him again some time.

As I walked away to swim back over to where my fishing equipment was, I began thinking of the things Millie had said. "My sis..." and then stopped. Then she said "Too bad..." and stopped again. I guess we all let our minds wander. Could have been about Sal or maybe even about her. Damn, she was a cutie, just like her sister.

I got a call from Millie the next day. She wanted to thank me for saving her life.

"The water was only four feet deep. I think you would have been alright but glad I was able to help. By the way, your boyfriend seems like a nice guy."

"Bullshit, Bobby. We both know he's an idiot and he's not my boyfriend. He's just a neighbor. He asked me if I wanted to go fishing and I like to fish, so I said yes."

"Okay then, do you want to go fishing with me?" I asked.

"Are you serious? Sure! You name the time and place and I'll be there," she replied.

"Why can't I pick you up at the house? You're over eighteen now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm nineteen. I don't know what Mom and Dad would say or even Sally."

"Wait a minute. You can go out with this big oaf, but not with me. What's everyone got against me? Geez, Millie, I'm sorry, it's just that your family just seems to be against me." It went quiet for a few seconds. I knew she wanted to say something but held back.

"It's okay, my parents know I don't have any feeling for Oaf, I mean Elliot. But, when Sally wrote you I was really pissed. You see, I always thought of you two together. I even had a light crush on you myself for awhile, but you only had eyes for Sally. I guess I had said too much about how stupid Sally was and, well ... my parents might see it as me going after you."

"Look, Millie, I need a pal, not a girlfriend. I like to fish and hunt and it's nice to have a friend with me. You remind me too much of someone I know to get serious about you. She dropped me like a hot potato when she found her lover in the big city. It's been three years now and I'm not completely over her, damn her. She just sends me a fucking Dear John letter and that settles it all. Well, fuck her. Oh God, I'm sorry, Millie. I didn't mean to hurt you. I know it's not your fault."

Millie sounded a little teary eyed but she said to come pick her up after I did my chores tomorrow. She'd tell her mom and dad that we are just friends and that's all. Besides, she told me her big crush used to be on my younger brother Billy.

We did go fishing the next day. We even caught a couple of big ones. We did get along like two pals. In the coming weeks we went fishing and even hunted rabbits and ground hogs together. The only problem was she reminded me too much of her sister.

My younger brother was home from college and I know he hadn't seen Millie in a couple of years. The last time he saw her she had pigtails and braces. They hardly knew each other being a couple of years apart in school.

"Millie, I have a surprise for you. My little brother is home from college and asked if I knew any nice girls that he could ask out. Are you interested?"

"Which brother? Billy? Oh, my God, he would always pull my pigtails."

"Yes, it's Billy. He's the only brother I have." I knew she was flustered. "He's grown into a pretty decent guy. I think you two would get along fine. Besides, since he is now in college, your parents should be happy and approve of him." Millie knew that was a dig because of Sal and me.

"Bobby, I'd like to go out with Billy. Like most girls we have crushes on a lot of boys growing up. I know I had a crush on you and since you were taken I kind of watched Billy, but he never really noticed me."

"Believe me, Millie, he'll notice you now," I smiled.

She smiled and then slapped me. "I have something to tell you that I should have told you long ago. I promised Sally that I would never tell you, but since you still have strong feelings about her, you deserve to know."

"What, Millie? Is Sal all right? Tell me!"

"She loves you, Bobby...." 

I Interrupted her. "Bullshit! She loves me and goes and marries another guy, and yeah, I know she had a kid. Sounds like real love to me."

"Bobby, please listen to me. Sally made a couple of big mistakes and now I'm worried about her. Tom, her husband won't let her come and visit us. She is only allowed to call us when Tom's around so she doesn't tell us the truth. Please listen to me, Bobby. I'm worried about my sister."

Now I was all confused. She'd been married for almost three years and has a kid. She tells Millie she loves me but I never heard from her. I wanted to know what was going on. No, I needed to know what was happening with Sal.

"Bobby, let me remind you first when Sally first went to college that you two were dating. You always said you two were going to get married but it wasn't in the works. In fact you never asked her to marry you."

"Oh, for crying out loud, Millie. I'm not an idiot. You're going to say she had sex with someone other than me. I'm not that stupid. Hell, she told me. I take it she got pregnant and had to get married. She has sex at college, comes home and has sex with me and then goes back and has sex with her boyfriend again. She gets pregnant. Wow, what a surprise."

"Yes, she went to a party with a few of the other girls in her dorm and got drunk and had sex. I'm not saying she was right. I'm saying she did what thousands of other girls did, only she got pregnant. The guy was in his senior year of law school. Sally thought he was nice but really didn't love him but was now pregnant by him. She told him about it and he said he would marry her. Only there were a lot of conditions to be met."

"Conditions? What kind of conditions?"

"First, you should know that she talked with Mom and Dad and told them she was pregnant and was confused on what to do. One: she could abort it and never tell you and hope you never found out. Two: she could tell you about it and hope you would accept the baby. Three: she could marry Tom and give the baby a life. Mom and Dad said you would never accept another man's baby and besides they wanted her to find a guy like Tom. You know, being a lawyer and all. She should be glad he would marry her. So, she married Tom."

"Okay, so she made her choice. I don't know if I would have accepted the baby or not. I guess I would have to be faced with the situation to know what I would do."

"Bobby, Tom is a slime bucket. He fucks other women. She's scared, Bobby. She bought a trac-phone that she calls me on. Tom doesn't know she has it. She calls me and tells me everything. She still loves you, Bobby, but doesn't know what to do. She asks me about you all the time and I kept telling her I never saw you, until last week. I told her we went fishing together and she started crying. She told me never to tell you but I can't help it. You love her and she loves you and you got to help her, Bobby, please."

"Help her what? She got pregnant. She married the guy. She had his baby. End of story. Where the hell do I come in whether I love her or hate her? If she doesn't love the guy, all she has to do is divorce him. Take her baby home. As I said, 'End of story'."

"Remember I told you 'The conditions?' She signed her life away in a pre-nuptial agreement. She doesn't love him, Bobby. She wants to leave him, but he won't let her go."

"This is the twenty-first century. You open the fucking door and walk your ass out of it."

"If she wants to leave, she will have to leave her baby. In fact Tom told her, 'He'd kill the kid if she ever left him. She would get nothing'. She told him she didn't want anything but her baby. Now he's going to use the baby to make her have sex with his friends. I'm scared for her. She's my sister," cried Millie.

I had to wonder what the hell Sal got herself into.

"Bobby, now he is going to go as far as share Sally but she told him she would blow his fucking head off when he was sleeping. She is scared for her life and her child's," said Millie. 

"Wait a minute. This cock sucker is going to force her to have sex with other men and use her baby as blackmail? What the fuck did she marry?"

"His dad owns the law firm he works in. Sally doesn't have a life. She did get her agricultural degree like she said she would. Remember, it was to help you on the farm. Bobby, she can't fight this battle alone. Mom and Dad know about some of it and hurt for her too. There is nothing anyone can do. They hold all the cards. Listen, I know she made some big mistakes and was afraid to tell you. Believe me, she's paid the price. I want to help her get out of this mess."

"What do you expect me to do, Millie? Walk in, grab her and the baby and walk away? What's the matter with your parents? This is what they wanted, isn't it?"

"They have only seen the baby about six times. Every time Tom has to be present. They're worried too, Bobby. We all are." 

"Millie, I'm going to try to help you. I will see what I can do to get Sally back home with her family. No promises beyond that. Tell your brother Hank I need to see him. Don't tell anyone else anything at all. If my plan goes south, I don't want anyone involved but me."

Millie gave me a hug and a kiss. She asked me if she should say anything to Sally.

"Just tell her that I promise to get her home with her baby, nothing more. Oh, find out everything you can about what's in the pre-nup."

Now I had to think up a plan. We were just regular people. Trying to fight a corporate law firm wasn't going to be the easiest thing. If Tom was that blatant with his sex life, it would be to our advantage. 

I couldn't afford a private investigator and besides I didn't have the time. I decided to tell Billy part of the situation. Since I fixed him up with Millie he had to help Dad and me with the farming for the next couple of weeks. I told him I couldn't give him the specifics because the less everyone knew the better.

I talked to Millie and told her I needed to talk to Sally. I really didn't want to do it but it was necessary. I needed to know Tom's whereabouts and who his dates were and when. Hell, I didn't even know where they lived. I knew they went to school in Illinois but was surprised to find out they lived in Columbus, Ohio. It was only a hundred and twenty miles away. This was definitely better here near our own backyard. 

A couple of years back there were sniper shootings at vehicles on the highways. I thought about using it to my advantage.

I got a call at home, "Bobby, it's Sally ... I want to say ..."

"Don't say anything. You made your bed and should have to sleep in it. I'm doing this for Millie. She's worried to death about you. She said you make very poor choices when choosing men. First a fucking farm boy and now a real prick attorney." 

I could hear her start to cry.

"Bobby, I'm so..."

"Listen, I don't need your crying right now. I need information on your husband's lovers. What can you tell me? Names, future dates, where they go and things like that. According to Millie he has a lot of lovers besides you." 

There were so many mean hateful things I wanted to say to her. I wanted her to know she hurt me bad. It was my way of getting back at her. She was supposed to be my girl but she cheated on me. Sal told me her husband has sex with other women but usually takes them to a little motel off Rt 40.

Most of the women had done something wrong in their life and he was using it to blackmail them. Some fucking lawyer; women go to him for help and then get blackmailed for sex with the evidence they told him. Son of a bitch should be disbarred. 

I had a chance to look at some of the names on Tom's blackmail list. Most were women who had an affair and consulted Tom as an attorney. He also handled a number of drug possession charges and got the women cleared using the legal system. In my book he was a conniving, scheming, son-of-a-bitch.

I asked Sal if any of the women would come forward and testify in court against Tom. She told me she had talked to a couple of them and they were too afraid. They told her Tom was a madman when he gets angry. Once they had sex with him, he let them go and they wanted to stay as far away from him as possible. They never wanted to be near him again.

I hate to say it but Tom was smart in using the women only once. If anyone wanted to trap him, it would be hard since he never used them more than the one time. He didn't need these women. It was nothing but an ego trip. It's probably why he told Sal about them. He needed to brag about his conquests and Sal was his sounding board. No wonder he wouldn't divorce her. She knew too much and it could backfire on him.

Sal gave me the names of a few women that her husband, Tom, had written in his appointment book. I noticed one name was Patty Coldman. I asked Sal if she was related to the mayor of Columbus. Sal said she was the mayor's wife. She was caught in a DUI charge and Tom's dad got her off on a technicality. He had learned more about her past during the arrest and kept it secret. Tom was now going to use it to blackmail her into one sexual romp. The only reason he told Sal was he was so proud of himself. He needed the ego boost.

"How can you know so much and still can't get out of this marriage?" I asked Sal.

"Power! Bobby, the Brown family name wields a lot of power around here. All I want is out, and they won't let me go. I could leave but I'm afraid of what they might do to Roberta, my daughter. They said she wasn't going anywhere. The one time I tried to leave Tom slapped me and held my little Bobbie over the patio rail and said next time he would drop her. I screamed and promised I wouldn't leave. " 




My Gal Sal



It's the first time I heard the little girl's name. I didn't say anything. Sal did tell me that Tom's father was going to run against the current mayor in the next election. It hadn't been announced yet. I was betting that Tom's dad didn't know that Tom was using the blackmail information about the mayor's wife for sex. I was thinking he was holding it back to help when he ran against the current mayor during the election. 

Chapter 2: The plan is set.

I was forming a plan and also wanted a backup. I was going to need more help. I would try not to use any more people than necessary but this was just too much and too big for one country boy to set up. I asked Billy and Millie to do me a favor. They needed to rent the room that Tom was going to use to have sex with the mayor's wife. Sal told me that, in the appointment book, Tom had the following Thursday circled. Tom always used room nine since it was on the end and he wouldn't be spotted as easily. He never spent the night but just used the room and then went home to brag about his latest conquest. I asked Billy and Millie to rent the same room on Wednesday but to pay in cash and not use their real names.

I reserved room eight for two nights. Hank and I would need a place to stay and it might help in setting up our video and audio equipment. I also went to another motel nearby to reserve a room for Sal and the baby on Thursday and Friday night.

Millie called me and said it was all set. They had the room for Wednesday night. I told her that they didn't have to use it. I just wanted the room key so I could get a duplicate made. Millie told me they would ask for two keys. When they'd turn them in, they would just say they misplaced one and pay for it. A motel like this doesn't worry much about lost keys. They aren't marked so no one would know what it went to. They didn't even have room numbers on them. They were just passed through a coding machine and could be used over and over again.

Billy came up to me and asked if they could use the room after all. Since he was going to be in Columbus, he wanted to take Millie out and they could spend the night in the room. I told him only if Millie wants to. I didn't want him pressuring her.

"Hell, Bobby, it was Millie's idea. So what do you need us to do?"

"I want to put a pen-light camera in the room. Maybe we can set it up while you are using the room. I doubt if the cleaning people pay that much attention to the vents. Also, you can go back Friday morning or as soon as Tom leaves and tell the clerk you left something in the room and help remove the camera?"

"What do you expect to find on the tape? Billy asked.

"Tom screwing the mayor's wife," I replied.

"Holy shit, Bobby. Isn't the mayor black?"

"Yes, he is and so is his wife. Hopefully, this will be our back up plan. I hate to involve other people unless we have to."

"What is the main plan, Bobby?" Billy asked.

"I can't tell you, bro. The less you know about it the better," I answered.

Billy and I worked on chores together. He thanked me for re-introducing him to Millie. He couldn't believe he didn't go after her in high school. Of course she grew from a little girl in pigtails to a beautiful woman. "She is one nice person, Billy. Please respect her," I cajoled.

Hank, who was Sal and Millie's brother, stopped by, I asked him if he was interested in helping us get his sister Sally out of a bad marriage.

"Count me in, Bobby. I was ready to kill the mother fucker when I found out how he was treating Sally and my new niece. I'm willing to do whatever it takes," he said.

I asked Hank if he remembered the sniper shooting on the interstate a couple of years back. He told me he did; the kid's father turned him in. I told Hank that I was going to do it to him.

"What? You going to shoot me? You're supposed to shoot this Tom bastard," he said.

I had to laugh; Hank was funny. "Maybe I'll shoot him later. For now I'm going to shoot at your truck. I don't want anyone getting hurt; so I will shoot at your truck and you tell the Sheriff that you've been shot at. You pull off the road blocking Tom's vehicle at the motel. The Sheriff's department will probably check the motel rooms after an anonymous call comes through saying someone saw the sniper go into one of the motel rooms. Hopefully they will discover Tom and the mayor's wife."

Most everything was ready to come together. Millie was the only one who has ever met Tom, so I told her to make sure he didn't see her where ever they went on Wednesday and of course on Thursday.

I kept going over and over the plans in my mind. We had all family members involved. I was worried about the sniper shooting. I didn't think it was going to work. I decided to talk to Hank again.

"Hank, it isn't going to work. The sniper thing I mean. I gave it a lot of thought and it's not a good idea. It would scare all the people around Columbus thinking there's a sniper loose. We'll just have to go with plan B and hope we get something on the video."

"Aw shit, Bobby, I wanted to help out too. Anything at all I could do?" He asked.

"Yes, there is. I want you to go Thursday evening and get Sally and her daughter and stay with them till this is over. They might need protecting. If all goes well, you can bring Sal and her kid home by Saturday. Can you do that?"

"Sure thing, Bobby. No one will get near them, I promise. She's my kid sister you know," he replied.

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It was now Wednesday and our plan was underway. Billy and Millie went and got their room keys. They came out and gave me one of the keys. They were right; there were no markings on the keys. They were going to take in a comedy play and have dinner. They seemed like they belonged together. I went in and got my room number eight for two nights. 

I talked to Sal and told her where to meet Hank on Thursday. I told her to make sure she stayed with him and have a few of hers and the baby's things. She wouldn't be going back to her house. She wanted to talk with me but I just told her maybe later. I could hear the tears in her voice. I didn't know what I was going to do after all this was over. Right then I was hoping we would just get through this mess.

Wednesday night after Billy and Millie returned from their night out we told them we had already set up the video equipment. Hank and I had the time and the keys to both rooms, so we set it up. We asked Billie and Millie to lay on the bed so we could get the best position with the camera. The two of them kept kissing and just playing around. I reminded them of the video camera so they might think about that. I figured it would kill the romantic part of their evening. We ended up running the camera through the vent in our room to the vent in their room. These old motels were set up differently. We were able to hook up the video machine in our room. We received both sound and video.

We told Millie and Billy that we were going to run the tape recorder that night. It would keep them from going too far. We really turned it off but it kept them from overdoing it. At least they were under the covers and quiet.

The next morning Millie and Billy left fairly early. They turned the key in and it just cost them five bucks for the lost key. I stayed at the motel while they all went out for breakfast. I put a 'Do not disturb' sign on my door and waited for the people to clean the other room. Millie brought me back some breakfast and I told Billy that he should go over to the motel where Sal and the baby will be later and get a room there for the night if he and Millie were going to stay around. Hank would be stopping there later with Sal and her daughter.

We changed plans a little. Billie and Millie would stay with Sal when Hank dropped her off. Hank would come back and be with me in case there was a problem. It made more sense this way. I wasn't sure what I might be in for; support would be nice and Hank was a pretty big guy.

Billy got the motel room and returned. We all kind of sat around till about 5:00 P.M. As everyone was leaving I told Hank I would see him after he got Sal and her daughter settled in. I was getting really nervous. It was 7:00 P.M. when Hank returned. He said Sal and the baby were with Billy and Millie. Of course he put the room under an assumed name. Now we just had to wait.

"Bobby, I know you don't want to hear this but Sally said to thank you and she has always loved you. She said, 'Maybe someday, somehow this might just be a bad memory.' She's my sister and I know she hurt you bad, but I promised her I would tell you. Other than that, I'll try to stay out of it," he said.

"Thanks, Hank. I know this is hard on everyone. I care for Sal a lot but I just don't know what's going to happen. Right now I want her out of the clutches of this rotten bastard."

We heard someone entering the room next door. We turned on the video camera. It must be Tom. He was with a very unhappy black woman. He was just talking nasty to her and laughing at her. We almost wanted to go in and kick his ass, but we needed proof of his cheating.

"Take off your blouse and show me those black tits. Come on, we don't have all day," he said.

"Please, Tom, don't make me do this. Please!" she begged.

He laughed and ripped her blouse half open. She was scared and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. "Come on, show me those titties," he repeated.

He pulled her bra up over her huge tits. She wasn't a beautiful woman, pretty much a business woman in her forties. Neat and clean but not really sexy. You could see that all Tom wanted was to humiliate her, as he grabbed her by her breasts and squeezed hard. She screamed out.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut unless you have my cock in it. Now, unzip my pants and find your supper. Come on, you black whore," he spit out.

She unzipped his pants and with tears rolling down her cheeks she took his member out of his pants. He took hold of his semi-hard penis and told her to open her mouth. 

"Suck it! Put that cock in your mouth. You know you want it." All this time she was crying but trying to do his bidding.

"Come on, bitch. You sucked my dad's cock and now you can suck mine, unless you want your old man to find out. You know what they say, 'Like father, like son.' Damn, woman, you suck cock almost as bad as my wife."

It was really pissing me off now. I couldn't take much more of this. Having sex with his father must be what they had on her. Tom reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties and pushed her back on the bed. "Spread your fucking legs and let's get to fucking. Christ, you're dry as a bone. Rub your pussy and get it wet. You have one minute. I'll dry fuck you if you're not ready."

She was rubbing her pussy trying to get a little wet before his onslaught. He took off his trousers and briefs and was standing there naked in front of her jacking his meat. The tape machine was catching it all. You could tell she wasn't willing but was being forced into this act. He pushed forward into her almost dry pussy. She cried out and told him he was hurting her. She was crying.

We had seen enough. We took the key to his room and went and opened the door and ran in. She screamed as we pulled him off of her and Hank hit him hard over and over. I told her to get her stuff and get the hell out of there. I then joined Hank and got a few good hits in myself. Tom didn't know what hit him. He had no idea who we were or why we were there. We left as quickly as we came; closing the door behind us. We saw the mayor's wife leaving the parking lot. We went back in our room and shut off all the lights.

We watched on our monitor as a bloodied up Tom slowly got up and staggered into the bathroom. He was out of view for about twenty minutes. He didn't know what hit him or why. When he got back into view, his face was a mess. He was lucky if he could even see out of his eyes. He had tissue stuck in his nose to help stop the blood. His face was a black and blue mass. He slowly got dressed and left the room. It surprised me that he was even able to walk. We listened for his car to start up and leave. We figure he was headed to the hospital.

We turned off the video and opened our door. We went back into his room and saw a bloodied up bathroom. We quickly disconnected the camera and picked up the ripped remains of the woman's panties. We closed the door and left the premises for awhile. Just in case anyone was to return, we didn't want to be in our room. We went to the bar and had a couple of beers. I dropped Hank off at Sal's motel. I told him I would call him later. I told him under no circumstances was he to leave Sal alone. We needed to protect her now more than ever.

I rode passed my motel and didn't see any changes so I went to my room to get some sleep. I called over and Hank answered the phone. I told him all was quiet, and I would talk to him tomorrow and for him to make sure Sal didn't leave that room.

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It was now Friday morning and I made a couple of copies of the tape. I edited out everything after we entered the room. I was too nervous to eat but stopped to get coffee. I went over to see how Sal, Millie and the guys were doing. No one slept well. Hank convinced me to not go it alone and that Sal and the baby could stay with Billy and he could come with me. I was glad that he suggested it, because I could use his support but didn't want to ask him. I had no idea what I was about to face.

As Hank and I were leaving, I looked over at Sal. Damn, she was still beautiful. I glanced over and saw this beautiful little girl fast asleep. It brought a slight tear to my eye as Hank and I left and headed for the Brown Law Firm. We took one copy of the video with us. It was a big building. We located the floor their offices were on and headed up the elevator.

I went up to the receptionist who looked a little out of sorts. I guess they must have found out something about Tom.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I would like to speak to Tom Brown Sr. please."

"I'm sorry, you need an appointment and he is busy at the moment."

"It's about his son, Tom. I know what happened to him and why. I have something I know he would be interested in seeing." Hank didn't say a word but it sure felt good having him there.

"One moment, please," she said as she went to a back office. A big man came out to see us. He didn't greet us but asked us - or more like ordered us - into his huge office in the back.

"What do you know about my son?" he blurted out.

"He was beat up in a motel on old Rt 40. The reason is on this tape." 

He grabbed my tape and slid it into his player.

"My God, what the hell was he thinking?" We heard him say as he watched part of the tape. "Who are you and what do you want? Are you the two who beat him up like that? Are you some kind of blackmailers?"

"Sir, we aren't blackmailers. You can have that tape if you do us a favor."

"What the hell is going on? What is it you want?" He asked.

"We want your son Tom to sign divorce papers and leave Sally and her daughter alone."

"What? This is about that slut wife of his? She isn't going to get a damn dime of his money."

"Mr. Brown, the next time I hear another derogatory remark about Sally, this conversation is over and I will turn that tape over to the press. I'm sure it will do wonders for your political career. Now, Sally doesn't want any of your damn money. All she wants is for him to sign divorce papers and let her and her daughter go. She is willing to forego any child support. All she wants is out of this marriage." 

I had read their pre-nuptial agreement. I was sure that his fucking the mayor's wife would be grounds for divorce, but as I said, she just wanted out.

I knew we might be just country boys but we had this big time lawyer over a barrel. He changed his tone of voice with us. 

"Umm, what did you say your name was?" He could see we weren't going to answer his question so he continued. "Look, give me a couple of days and I'll talk to my son and see what we can work out," he said.

I yelled out, "Bullshit! I know you run this fucking firm and your son is nothing but an egotistical yes man. You have three hours to get the paperwork set up and your poor excuse for a son to sign it. We will be back at noon with Sally to sign the papers. If you don't have them then we will be going over to see the mayor. The ball is now in your court."

"Three hours? Are you out of your mind? It takes time to set up the paperwork on something like this."

"Then I suggest you don't delay. Your secretaries better get started and get it typed up. You have to get over to the hospital and get your son's signature on it. Just so you know, Mr Brown. This isn't a game and I will follow through on my threat. I know you taped this conversation and I have nothing to lose. By the way, give me back my tape. The mayor or news media might want to see it."

He knew I wasn't bluffing and probably had other copies so he handed it back to me. "Three hours, Mr. Brown. I won't accept any excuses."

Hank and I got up and headed out of there. We didn't want to go back to the motel in case Mr. Brown had us followed. Now we had three hours to wait. My nervous stomach was finally calming down. Hank and I went out and ate breakfast. We took a ride around the city as we headed back to the motel. We had to pick up Sal and make sure she was protected at the same time. We just had no idea on what to expect. Millie and Billy were staying at the motel with Bobbie while Sal went with us. We headed back to the Brown Law Firm. I had them both wait in the car while I went up to Mr. Brown's office.

The receptionist told me that Mr. Brown was waiting for me. I took a deep breath and walked into his office. He acted like he had gotten some of his composure back. 

"Well, Mr. Jones – yes, I found out who you are. Tom has agreed to the divorce and has signed the paper work. Where is Sally Brown? We need her signature on this document and have it verified."

I looked at the document and it was indeed signed by Tom Brown Jr. and witnessed. I picked up my cell phone and called Sal on her trac-phone. I told her to come up and sign the document. 

While we were waiting for her and Hank to come up, I reiterated to Mr Brown that if he didn't treat her with respect the deal was off. I knew it kind of knocked him off his high horse.

Sal came up and Mr. Brown asked her to sit down. I couldn't believe how nice he was treating Sally. I must have really struck a nerve.

"Sally," he said. "According to this document, you and Tom are applying for a divorce under irreconcilable differences. Of course it will take a few months to go through the courts. You will not be receiving any money, either alimony or child support per the agreement. If you agree to these terms, you just need to sign these forms and my secretary and your friend Mr. Jones will witness it."

Sally looked at me and signed the forms and we witnessed them. "I'm sorry that your marriage did not work out. Of course even though Tom is the father of the child, he will not be involved in the child's life. We ask that you live up to the terms of the contract," Tom Brown Sr. said.

Sally looked at him, "Rest assured that I want no contact at all with your son. All I want is my daughter and to be left alone."

We all got up and quickly left the offices with our copy of the divorce decree. We headed back to the motel to get Millie, Billy and the baby. Even though we had the motel for another night, we decided to leave that evening and head for home. I told Hank to take Sal and her daughter since he had his vehicle all packed up with their things that they took and I would ride with Billy and Millie.

Sal looked at me and thanked me for all that I had done for her. I wanted to throw another dig at her and tell her I did it for Millie but I didn't have the heart. I just told her she was welcome and that I didn't do it alone. Her brother and sister and my brother Billy helped also. Of course she was crying as she hugged each of them. She asked me if she could hug me too. I put my arms around her and she hugged me like there was no tomorrow. She felt so good, but I couldn't let the moment fog my judgment. I still needed time, and a lot of it.




My Gal Sal



We all made it home and I asked Sal if she would go with me to my lawyer the next day and make sure this agreement was legit. Ralph was our lawyer for the farm affairs. I handed him the agreement and he told us he didn't understand why there were no support payments in it. I told him the truth, that Sal just wanted out of the marriage at any cost. He did say the agreement was totally legitimate and that the marriage should be final in a few months. He was a small town lawyer but he was honest and fair. He shook his head when he saw the name Brown's Law Firm on the letterhead. He told us he never much cared for big city lawyers.

I took Sal back to her parents' home. She kept telling me how sorry she was and how stupid she was. She asked if we could talk and I told her I needed time. From that day forward whenever I saw her, we talked a little bit more. It was about a week later that she started coming over to my parents' house. She would sit and talk with them and I would go to the pond behind the house and fish and think. The second day she came she had her daughter Bobbie with her. Of course I walked back to the pond and when I looked up, little three year old Bobbie was walking toward me. She fell on her butt walking over the uneven ground but got up and kept coming.

"Hey, Sal, your daughter's out here. You should keep a better watch on her. She could have fallen into the pond," I yelled.

I looked at the door and Sal was watching her the whole time. I should have known she wouldn't let her out of her sight. 

"I knew you would keep your eye on her and protect her. She wanted to see you," replied Sal.

The little girl came right to me. She was so cute. She had blond curls and was smiling at me. "Dada," she said.

I said, "No Dada, I'm Bobby," as I touched my chest with my finger.

She touched her chest with her finger and said, "Bobbie, me Bobbie, you Dada."

She could speak a few words and also short sentences. I told her again, "Me Bobby, you Bobbie, we're both Bobbies." I felt like Tarzan talking to Jane, only my Jane was only three and didn't understand.

"Fishies, I see fishies," she said looking in the pond. 

I couldn't help it. I picked up the little tyke and set her on my lap as she watched the fish. Every day after that she would waddle down to see me at the pond in the evening. I knew Sal was up to something but this little girl was just sweet and innocent.

I asked my dad why Sal was coming over everyday. He told me she was explaining some of the new techniques in growing hay. He told me I should listen to her, and we could probably save some money. He told me she really had some good ideas.

I told him that she could tell him about it and he could just tell me later.

"Bobby, can I talk to you man to man?"

"Of course, Dad, you can talk with me anytime."

"Have you ever had sexual relations with anyone besides Sally?"

"Dad, that's a bit personal, isn't it? It doesn't seem right telling you something like that."

"Bobby, I don't want to know their names. I just want to know if you ever had sex with anyone beside Sally."

"Yes, I did, Dad. There were three other women."

"Did you do it with any of them before Sally got married?"

"God, Dad, yes, one of them."

"So, you did the same thing Sally did." I cut in on Dad.

"Yeah, Dad, I did, but I didn't have their kid!" I blurted out.

Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right, son. You didn't have their kid." He said it in a dejected voice and got up and walked away.

I won that argument. So, why did I feel so bad about it? Dammit!

The next day I had to go into town to get some farm supplies. I was in the hardware store and saw outdoor folding chairs. I bought two and then noticed a matching children's one and picked it up for Bobbie. I had a thought and went over to fishing supplies and got a child's bamboo fishing pole. They are really light and little Bobbie would get a kick out of it.

I went down to the pond and looked back and here came the little squirt down to see me. I opened her little chair for her and set it down next to mine. She loved it. Her little feet were able to touch the ground. I pulled out her little fishing pole and handed it to her. I didn't even get any bait on it when she started bouncing the bobber up and down in the water. "I'm fishing, Daddy, I'm fishing."

I couldn't get her to stop calling me daddy. So for now I just gave up. I started calling her sweetheart. It seemed so confusing calling her Bobbie. I looked up and here came Sal with the other folding chair.

"Mommy, I'm fishing," smiled little Bobbie.

"Yes, Mommy sees my little Bobbie fishing, just like mommy used to do."

While little Bobbie was so called fishing, I talked with Sal. "Why didn't you use protection?" I blurted out.

"I was on the pill ever since you and I started making love. I ran out about a week before that stupid party and just didn't think about it. I always thought that the pills were always good for a week or so after you stopped taking them. I picked up a prescription when I came home that weekend, but I guess the damage was done. I'm so sorry, Bobby."

"I know you married him because of the baby. But why did he marry you? I mean you're beautiful and all but he didn't love you; so why did he marry you?"

"He told his dad he got me pregnant. His dad told him to marry me because he didn't want some slut running around saying his son got her pregnant. He - Tom's father - wanted a political career. Believe me, I didn't know it at the time or I would have never married him. God, I was so stupid. Of course that's why there was the pre-nuptial agreement. They wanted to make sure I received nothing."

"Well, hopefully you will be free of them in another month or so and can go on with your life." She noticed I didn't say anything about us.

I went back to fishing with Bobbie. "Okay, Sweetheart, let's put some bait on it and see if you can catch a fish." I wanted her to get a bite so bad, but it didn't happen that night.

The next evening, here came my new little gal pal. She sat in her little chair and I put some bait on her hook. I was teaching her to fish. She got a bite. "Daddy, I got fish, I got fish," she yelled.

"Yes, you did. Pull it out and we'll put it in a bucket." It was a little bluegill. It wasn't much bigger then her bait but she was happy. She was yelling so loud that Sal and Mom and Dad all heard her. They all came down to see her first fish. 

"Mommy, I got fish, I got fish."

"Yes, Honey, mommy sees your fish." 

It was only a couple of inches long but she wanted to save it. It was still alive and we left it in a big pail overnight. She wouldn't let us throw it back in.

The next afternoon I went into the house and Mom was babysitting Bobbie. "What's going on, Mom? Was Sal here?"

"Yes, she had to take her mom to a dentist appointment and asked me if I could watch the baby."

I started out the door and Bobbie followed me. "No, Sweetheart, stay here with..." I didn't know what she called my mom.

My mom looked at me and said, "Grandma. She calls me Grandma."

Bobbie looked at me and was trying to say she wanted to put her fish back in the pond. I asked her why, and she told me so it can be with its mommy and daddy.

I took her and her fish in a pail and walked it down to the pond. She let her fish go free. She looked up at me and said, "Pee pee, Bobbie go pee pee." I thought she had to go to the bathroom so I picked her up and took her into the house. I told my mom what she said and mom laughed. "Bobby, she's telling you she already went and wants to be changed."

"So, change her, Mom."

"You change her. I'm cooking dinner. It won't kill you; it's only a pee pee diaper."

I knew it was useless to argue with Mom, so I was going to give it a try. Bobbie climbed up on the couch and lifted her legs for me to change her. She started giggling as I fumbled with the diaper. I finally got the wet one off and got ready to put the new one on. Mom told me to put on a lot of baby powder. I guess I put on too much because there was white powder everywhere. Bobbie was laughing so I blew strange sounds on her little belly and she laughed more. I looked back and there was Sal watching me. I stopped what I was doing and Bobbie ran to her mother.

"Bobby, can I ask you a question and I would like for you to be as honest as possible?" asked Sal.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll answer it," I replied.

"If you just met a nice woman and found out that she loved you, then you also knew that she was divorced and had a beautiful baby, if you had feelings for this woman, could you accept her and her child?"

I wasn't thinking and I answered too quickly. "Of course I could accept them," I answered.

"Then why can't you accept me and Bobbie?" She walked out crying, taking Bobbie home.

God, I felt bad. I had tears in my eyes as I walked down to the pond to think. A couple of minutes later my mom came down to see me. 

"Bobby, there's something I need to show you. Would you please come up to the house with me?"

I walked into the house and sat on the couch. Mom went into the closet and brought out a box of pictures. She was shuffling through them when she handed me one. 

"My God, Mom, who is that little girl? She looks almost like Bobbie?"

"It isn't a little girl, Bobby. It's you when you were around three years old. You looked so cute but your dad took you for a haircut the next day cutting off all those beautiful curls. I saved it because I always thought you were so cute and you're right, it does look like Bobbie."

"That's impossible, Mom, I'm sure this Tom guy being a lawyer got a DNA test done. No, I don't think so, Mom." I knew tomorrow I would have to ask Sal about that test. 

The next evening I was waiting for my little gal pal to show up. I needed to ask her mom some questions. They didn't show up at their regular time. I waited an extra half hour and decided to put our fishing gear and chairs away. As I got to the porch Billy and Millie pulled up and ran up to me.

"Sally and Bobbie were in a hit and run car accident on their way here. The ambulance rushed them to the hospital. We don't have any idea how they are. We rushed over here to tell you," cried Millie.

I jumped into the car and we headed over to our little hospital. We ran in and the nurse saw us. 

"The doctor is looking at them both now. Please just be seated and he will be right out." 

The doctor asked if we were family. Millie told him that Sally was her sister and that I was her boyfriend. I wasn't going to argue that point right then. Billy sat back and waited for us. 

"How are they, doctor? Are they okay?" I asked.

"Well, the woman is alright. She was a bit shaken up and had a few scrapes and bruises. She'll be alright. I gave her a sedative and she's resting now. The little girl is in critical condition. She had some internal bleeding and lost a lot of blood. We got the bleeding stopped but I don't know if she'll make it. She's awfully weak and needs blood."

"This is a damn hospital. Give her the blood," I screamed. I was in panic mode; I was worried about my little gal pal.

"Easy, son, it's not that simple. She's AB negative and hospitals don't carry it. It will be at least two hours before we can get her the blood she needs. By then it might be too late."

I turned toward the waiting room. "Billy, get your ass in here now. Bobbie needs our blood."

"Hold on son, she need AB negative..."

"We are both AB negative. Hurry up and take all you need, Doc. Millie, call my dad and tell him to get down here as fast as he can. He's AB negative also."

"I can't believe this. You are all AB negative?" asked the doctor.

"Just Dad, me and Billy. Mom and sis are both A positive."

He had the nurse take me and Bobby down to the hospital blood bank and told them to put an extremely fast rush on it. He came down a few minutes later to make sure of our blood type. He couldn't get over us being AB Negative. By the time I was done, my dad had arrived. He looked at me and I just nodded. He had told me years ago about us having special blood. It probably wasn't by chance that Bobbie had our type. The odds were too great.

I did ask the doctor if he would take a sample from me and check the DNA against Bobbies. He told me he would send it out but it could be a few weeks before it came back.

After giving blood, we were all in the waiting room: Sally's mom and dad, my mom and dad, Billy, Millie and me. Hank was on the road but they called him. He said he would be in later.

I went in and looked at Sal. Luckily she was sleeping through this ordeal. Bobbie was her life. Hopefully she would pull through. As I went back to the waiting room, a police officer was talking to everyone. Apparently a hit and run driver forced Sally's car off the road over an embankment and into a tree. Luckily they had on their seat belts but the impact was so hard that the belt cut into Bobbie's insides damaging her internal organs. The police officer said a witness said that the license plate was covered and that it was an expensive black car. She didn't know much about cars but she could tell it wasn't a cheap one.

This was no accident, and I was pretty sure who was behind it. The police officer told us that he had no leads but would keep us informed. Millie and Billy looked at me; I knew they were thinking the same thing. Tom Brown vowed he would kill Bobbie if Sally ever left him. He just might have been crazy enough to try.

We had all been there a few hours when a smiling doctor came out. "Thanks to the blood she received, the little girl is going to make it. We have received two more pints a few minutes ago, just in case she needs more. She's young and her body will heal quickly. She should be back on her feet in no time."

"Doc, can I see her? I know it's a little irregular but I need to see her."

The doctor took me into her room. She had all these tubes coming out of her little body. I just started crying. Her little hand was laying there open and I put my finger in it and her hand closed around it. Maybe it was a reflex reaction, maybe not. I left her room and saw Hank. I pulled him aside to talk to him. He told me he had to go to Indiana in the morning. I asked him if he was going through Columbus and he said he could. I told him I was going with him.

The next morning Hank and I were on the road. I had a copy of the video with me, just in case we needed it. He parked his truck around the corner from the Brown Law Firm building. We strolled through the parking garage and our suspicions were confirmed. Tom's black Mercedes had a damaged front end on the right side. It even had blue paint on it from Sally's car. We went back to the truck and I told Hank to drive to the government offices. While he waited for me I put a copy of the tape in an envelope and dropped it in the Mayor's mail slot. I went back to the truck and we headed to Indiana.

We came back through Columbus two days later, then we came home. We stopped by the hospital to find out the latest on Bobbie. Sally was sitting there in a chair talking to Bobbie. Sal got up and kissed me, and I let her. 

Bobbie said, "Hi, Daddy," and told me in her own way that she was in a car accident. The doctors said she was doing fine and would be out in a couple more days. 

The doctor told me that while he was examining her she told him she wanted to go fishing. She said her daddy takes her to the pond. The doctor kind of smiled at me. He had sent the blood test in but it would still be another week. He still couldn't get over the blood type thing.

Later that day most everyone was at the hospital to see Sally and to see how Bobbie was coming along. Billy had turned on the television and was watching the news. The reporter said that a prominent attorney was found dead at a motel in Columbus on old RT 40. He was killed with a single shot between the eyes made by a 9mm pistol at point blank range. He was discovered by the cleaning lady earlier that afternoon. His name was Tom Brown Jr. They had no other information at that time.

All of us just sat there. Most were quite shocked, but no tears were shed. My dad was the first to speak, "Good riddance to bad rubbish. You reap what you sow."

Sally looked like she was in a daze but didn't really speak. She glanced over at me. She had told everyone earlier that just before she ran off the road she saw a black car. She was wondering if it might have been Tom's. Now she was looking at the TV and learning he was shot to death. 

The next morning a police inspector from Columbus showed up at the hospital to see Sally. He asked to talk to her privately but she refused. "These people are all my family and friends; I have no secrets from them. What is it you want? If you think I killed Tom you're wrong, but I'm glad he's dead. You can check with the nurses; I haven't left this hospital in over four days except to change clothes?"

"Do you have any idea who might have reason to kill him?" The inspector asked.

"Half the woman in Columbus or their husbands, I suppose. You see officer, my husband got off on using women. It was an ego trip to him. He loved humiliating women, especially married ones. So any one of their husbands could have done it, or since he was in a motel, maybe one of the women had enough of him," Sally said.

The officer looked over at us. "Do any of you own a 9mm pistol?" he asked.

I spoke up first telling him I did, then dad told him he did, followed up by Hank and Billy.

"I'll would like to see those weapons for testing," the officer said.

I laughed. "You wanting to test our guns tells me you probably work for Tom Sr. Why else would you worry about an asshole like his son? Sure, stop by the farm, we'll show you our gun collections."

The officer looked pissed. "Listen, hold off on the gun thing. If any of you shot him, I'm sure you wouldn't hand me the weapon. Look, it's my job to follow up on these killings. I never liked Tom or his father, and most good officers don't. The reason I had to come here was because of Sally still being his wife and also that we found damage to his car. Checking the hit and run accident reports for the state, Sally's accident came up. Sorry to have bothered you folks."

The officer left and we changed the subject. We had enough of the Brown family and glad it was all over, or so we thought.

Bobbie was released a few days later. Sally came over to the house to see me. She had received another document from Tom Brown Sr. asking her to sign this document and return it. We took it over to our attorney, Ralph, to take a look at it. He just laughed.

"What's so funny Ralph? Should she sign it and send it back?

"Let me get back to you this afternoon. I need to make a couple of calls first," said Ralph. "This has to do with Tom's will."

Sally and I left the attorney's office and I asked her if she would go by the hospital with me. The doctor had called me and my DNA results were back. I had never mentioned them to Sal.

Sally asked me why I needed to go to the hospital and I told her it had to do with my blood. She was a bit worried and I told her it was nothing bad, I had it tested and needed to see the results. The doctor wasn't in but the nurse handed me an envelope. I opened it and accompanying the results was a note from the doctor saying, "Congratulations, Bobby. You are the father of that special little girl."

I read it and started crying. I knew it ever since mom showed me the photo. Sally grabbed the papers out of my hand to see why I was crying. She read the note. "Oh, my God, I never thought.... Oh, my God." Sally had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Sally, didn't you or Tom ever ask for a DNA test?"

"No, I just assumed that Tom was the father. He never got tested. I can't believe this is true. You are Bobbie's real daddy. Oh, my God, I'm so happy." She started crying again and gave me a big hug.




My Gal Sal



We went back later that day to the attorney's office and he explained to us about the divorce decree again. "The problem is Tom died before the divorce was final. Of course with the pre-nuptial agreement, Sally was written out of his will but I suppose Roberta wasn't born yet and they never added an addendum to exclude her on the will. She is the next of kin according to law and of course Tom Sr. is fighting it. He will win in the end but it will cost him a lot and really hurt his reputation even more. I suggest you ask for a settlement and sign the form if he agrees, Sally," Ralph explained.

We wrote to Tom Sr. and explained the situation. He wrote back telling me that he knew I was the father of the baby and would fight it. What connections that man must have to find out information that fast. We just found out ourselves. He said he wasn't going to give the bastard child a half million dollars. 

I wrote back to Mr Brown:

I wrote him telling him about his son breaking our last agreement by Tom Jr. running Sally off the road. I let him know that Sally didn't press charges since Tom was killed. Sally was considering legal action now, but would prefer for it all to just go away.

"Mr. Brown, I propose a compromise. Give Roberta a check for one hundred thousand dollars for everything you put her and her mother through. She almost died due to your son's actions. Sally will put the money in an account to help pay for Roberta's medical expenses and if any money's left it will start a college fund. Of course, if you choose we could go round and round through the court system as you are aware. Of course we will have to file charges against your deceased son in the hit and run. Here is the signed copy of your agreement with the addendum added for Roberta. If you agree to it, please sign it and send us a copy along with the check. Hopefully that will be the last we will hear from each other.

Bobby Jones

cc: Roberta and Sally Brown

Three days later we received the check. My new little gal pal and I were sitting in our chairs fishing. I had my rod and reel and she had her bamboo pole. "I fishing with daddy," she said.

"Yes, sweetheart, you're fishing with daddy." I had tears in my eyes.

As we were fishing, Sally was waving the letter and check from Tom Brown Sr. Sally had the folding chair and sat down next to me.

"Bobby, we need to talk." I could tell she was really serious. "I know I hurt you. I can't take any of it back. God, I wish I could. I'll do anything for you, Bobby. Please give me another chance to prove I love you." She was crying now. "I love you, Bobbie loves you. What can I do? Just name it and I'll do it, please, Bobby."

I stared at her face with the tears streaming down. "I've been thinking a lot, Sally. The only thing you can do for me is marry me, Sal. Marry me and let's leave all this behind us."

She cried even harder as she hugged me. We looked over at little Bobbie and she said, "Daddy, I caught another fish, I caught another fish."

We looked over and she had a bigger fish this time. I took it off and put it in her pail. She turned it over and let the fish back into the pond. She smiled at me, "I think that was the daddy fish. He had to go home."

Epilog:

We got married and are living a great life. I now have my gal Sal, and my little fishing pal. We're building our own house on the other side of the pond. Mr. and Mrs. Perkins are happy for us. I guess being married to a farm boy isn't such a bad thing after all.

Millie and Billy are dating and are now engaged. They said they will get married as soon as he finishes college. Probably a year or two from now.

Mom and Dad are two very happy grandparents. Sally couldn't believe it when she saw the picture of me as a kid.

Hank is still driving truck but he loves it.

They never did find out who killed Tom Brown Jr. Sally never asked me about my trip with Hank and I never volunteered any information. Some things are best kept unknown.

Most stories end with a couple making love and the wife getting pregnant with another child. This one is a little different. We do continue making love but I asked Bobbie if she wanted a little brother or a puppy? She picked the puppy. We are now proud parents of a beautiful little girl and her cocker spaniel with big floppy ears. She picked it out herself at the animal shelter.

We are now one happy family. More kids? We'll see. We have a whole life ahead of us.

Thank you for reading my stories
Comments always welcome.

DG Hear



My Gal - Sal Ch. 02



My Gal Sal concludes

The previous part of this story, which should be read first, tells how I came home from University for a brief break. My parents had divorced, my father now living with his secretary, and my mother, who had previously had a hysterectomy, and now aged thirty-seven, was living on her own. I had deliberately stayed away for most of my vacation, and only had three days left when I called on her to see how she was. Then, accompanied by an old pal, I went to the local "dogging" area, only to realise next morning that it was actually my own Mom whom we had been watching! 

This second and final part of the story begins where she and I, together with two extremely intimate friends of hers, had now driven once more to the "dogging" area on the following evening.

We had not long to wait before another car drew up close by, but before we could do anything its interior light came on, this being the usual signal to announce that whoever was in that car was ready to be watched.

The other car in the park now opened its doors and a youngish couple got out and crossed to the illuminated one, and mutually we four also got out and crossed there, just as another car turned into the area.

As we approached a young couple got out and clambered into the back of the car whereupon the window was then wound down, and we all crowded closer to watch.

Reggie and I stood on the outside as Joan and Sal stood between us, peering through the open window, whilst the other four people sent to the other side were that window had also been wound down.

Inside the car the boy and girl were already kissing deeply, both of them fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, which finally opened to show that she was bra-less, her firm young breasts proudly standing out. As he fondled these her hand dropped to his waist then deftly unzipped his trousers to pull out an already engorged cock. Nimbly for such a confined space they now twisted so that she was lying on top of him, mouth encircling his rigid shaft, she herself kneeling astride his head, whereupon her deftly flipped her skirt to show her knickerless bottom as she sank into the classical "69" position. After a minute or so of this action there came another manoeuvre as with a sudden twist she was squatting over his monstrosity, making sure that her audience could plainly see as she allowed it to slowly penetrate her, holding up the hem of her skirt so that no-one's view was impeded. 

We had quite an uninterrupted view throughout this performance, and all four of us seemed to snuggle even close together as we watched avidly.

Finally, though, with an extra frenzied bouncing he came and she delightedly knelt up to display her dripping pussy, as she eagerly scooped up the liquid onto her fingers to transfer them to her mouth.

It was then that Joan cried out, "Now it's our turn, everybody!" and she led the way to the van, where Reggie opened the doors and turned on the extra lighting. 

"We'll go first, shall we?" asked Joan as she carelessly stepped up onto the van floor, heedless of the fact that he short skirt was riding up to show her delightfully bum cheeks and the thin strip of nylon which was doing duty as her panties, but which was the first thing to come off as she and Reggie stripped off completely, much to the delight of the small assembly, who gave a spontaneous applause for them.

Once stripped, Joan turned to face the spectators, squatting on her haunches to give them the best view of her pussy as possible, and then simply lay back for Reggie to fall on top of her and insert his already growing weapon with one huge thrust.

Spurred on by the comments from the audience he was soon pounding madly until with one final thrust he obviously climaxed, rolled off Joan, and as he acknowledged the approval of his audience Joan once more spread her pussy lips to show them the cum running out before scooping some onto her fingers to clean off in her mouth.

Then it was our turn. Sal firstly stripped off her top and skirt whilst still outside the van, throwing them negligently inside, and after kicking off her shoes so as to leave herself in just the jet-black stockings and the tiny g-string walked among the others inviting them to touch her.

And then, to her obvious delight, she saw that Jim had now joined the small gathering, and she deliberately (for she could now see that he had recognised her in view of the fact that she wore no wig this time) reached out for his hands and placed them on the elastic holding the tiny strip in place, and then helped him remove the so-called knickers. As she stepped out of them she tucked them into his pocket, kissed him, and then flaunted as much as she could as she joined me in the van, where I was already waiting for her.

It was obvious to Jim, too, that I was about to fuck my own mother! I could see him standing almost open-mouthed, wearing an expression which slowly changed from almost disbelief to delight!

By now I was stripped, too, helped by Sal, who now knelt in front of me to take my throbbing erection into her mouth, something which she had not done to me so far in spite of our previous intimacy. And could she take it? I thought she had swallowed the entire length, then realised that she had actually deep-throated me! What a sensation as I felt her throat gripping as her pussy had done on previous occasions!

But then she quickly pulled away and dropped onto her back as she grabbed at my cock to steer it right into her gaping cunt, which she was now holding wide open with her other hand.

I was too far gone, though, to be able to hold back for long, and as I started to pump she moved with surprising agility to pull me out, twist round, and catch the spurts in her mouth which was gaping wide to allow everyone else to see.

Our display was now over, and the others seemed to realise this, for they started to drift away, with the exception of Jim, who seemed to be in a trance as he began to grasp what he had just seen. His best friend with his best friend's mother!

Sal noticed this, and said something to Reggie before turning to me. "Reggie and Joan are going to go home, but as Jim will have his car here, do you think he might offer us a lift?"

Before I could answer, though, she had got out of the van, naked as she was, and went up to Jim who was just about recovering. 

"Jim, dear," she began, "would you be so kind as give us a lift home? I'm sure you would like to join us in a drink there, as Al will be going back to University tomorrow. I'll get my clothes from the van, but you have my g-string in your pocket, so if it embarrasses you to know that I am naked under my skirt I can always put that on again. Or would you prefer I left it off?"

Jim had now recovered, and sensed what she had in mind as he agreed to take us home.

Even that journey was not uneventful, for although Jim was driving, Sal and I sat in the passenger seat, she sitting on my lap, where my uncontrolled erection pressed against her naked bottom, albeit through my trousers.

Once home, though, we all three entered the house as Sal, with no more ado, once again stripped off down to her stockings and suspenders, although these were a little torn and laddered by now.

"I feel I owe you an explanation, Jim," she said. "As you now know, I am so highly sexed that I am even fucking my own son. But I have always had one outstanding ambition, and that is that I have always wanted to become a sandwich. Do you understand what I am getting at?"

Jim looked a little puzzled, and I was not too sure what she meant, either.

"All right," she laughed. "I shall be blunt, as I'm sure you would prefer me to be that way. What I have always wanted to do was to have two cocks in me at the same time. Not one in my pussy and one in my mouth, though. What I mean is one in my cunt and one in my arse. Am I blunt enough?"

She was! We were both a little taken aback, both with her words and with her explanation. Immediately we both agreed, Jim's face lighting up at the thought of even just fucking my Mom!

Sal shot out of the room and quickly re-appeared with a tube of KY jelly, which she began to smear onto her bottom. 

"I don't mind which cock is in which hole," she said, "but I want both of you to cum in whichever hole you are in, and after that I want to lick off whatever remains. Now, who is going to fuck which hole?"

I immediately said that as I had fucked her cunt a few times already I was ready to try a different one, and at the same time Jim said that as he had not fucked her at all yet he did not mind which one.

I lay on my back on the floor, and Sal gently lowered herself onto my once more stiffened cock, except that this time it was going straight into her bottom! Once it was in, she beckoned Jim to fuck her cunt, and through the thin membrane I felt him as he entered.

It was a strange sensation, but nevertheless one which stimulated even more than previously, and was probably due to the fact that not only was I once more fucking my own Mom in the arse, but that my best friend was at the same time fucking her in her cunt!

Neither of us seemed to be able to hold out for long, and combined with her screams of delight came our panting breath as we strove to pump into her eager holes.

Soon it was all over, and first Jim came out, to do as she had asked and presented his cock to her mouth, where she avidly licked off whatever was still coating it, both his juices and hers. 

Knowing that I, too, was spent, she then rolled off me and in spite of where my cock had been she greedily closed her lips round it as she licked and licked at whatever remained there.

Finally, as we all three recovered, she asked Jim if could possibly stay the night, but unfortunately he was unable to do so on this occasion, although he did promise to stay the following night if she really meant it.

And she did.

We bade Jim goodnight and with no more ado tumbled into bed, where I managed to fuck her once more during the night.

Next day I was due to return to University. I had been somewhat reluctant to visit Mom (or should I now get used to calling her Sal) since the divorce, but now I started to wonder why Dad had left her. Was she too oversexed for him? I did not know, but he had evidently done me a good turn.

I was now determined that any free time in future would be spent entirely with Sal, and that my telephone bill would grow considerably as I determined to keep I touch from now on.

But one thing was sure in my mind. At least Sal would be well looked after in my absence. And I wondered – would she talk Jim into dogging with her whilst I was away?

He deserved my gratitude, and so did she. From now on I had a girl-friend of whom I could be proud in my own way. I am really looking forward to my next break here so that I can once more enjoy her pussy and possibly another threesome!



My Gal - Sal



"Audience participation as usual, though?" he asked her.

"Definitely," she told him." I would feel losing my grip if no-one tried to do anything. I want to prove that I am not past it yet, even though I am almost thirty-seven. I hope my pussy is good for a few more years yet!"

"Right, then," said Reggie. "We will see you in the restaurant as usual, but I shall make it a table for four. Do you mind, though, if we stick to the secluded table as usual? You never know, but Joan might want to try to seduce your son. Would he be receptive if she did?"

"I would say that he probably would, if it is done discreetly," she answered, as she winked at me.

When she finally put the phone down she told me that she was going to shower again, and after that she wanted me to do the shave on her. "But no fucking afterwards – I want to save that for when we are in the car park, and I shall want you to be able to spurt gallons!"

Her pussy was already smooth, but nevertheless I did as she had asked in order to make sure that there were no stray hairs whatsoever, and fingered her for a time until she told me to stop, as she was getting so worked up that I would have to fuck her, and she really did wish me to save all I had for later.

And so we dressed, me in normal trousers and polo shirt only, as it was a warm night.

Sal, though, was preparing for her exhibitionist act, and so carefully rolled on a pair of jet lack stockings and suspenders, no bra but a blouse which was semi-transparent so that her nipples were obviously discernable, and a micro-miniskirt which just, but only just, covered her naked thighs above her stockings.

She then handed me a tiny wisp of nylon which I found, on closer examination, to be a minute g-string. The translucent black material could not have been more than an inch wide at its widest, and was no more than three or four inches long, from which a slender elasticised string became the only means of support.

"Put that in your pocket for now," she told me. "I think you will know the right moment to produce it this evening."

And so we drove to the restaurant where Reggie and Joan were waiting in the bar, and Sal introduced me as her son, on vacation from University. 

Reggie pecked her on the cheeks, a type of kiss usually reserved for acquaintances rather than lovers, and Joan did likewise, as I shook Reggie by the hand and kissed Joan in a similar fashion.

The conversation, both in the bar and in the restaurant whilst we were eating was naturally more about my University course than anything, and Joan seemed a little curious about my love-life. Did I have a girl-friend? Was she also at University? (Answer to the first was "yes", and the second one was "No.") 

Later on, she became a little more daring. "Have you had time to go out with your girl-friend since you came home?" ("Yes.) "Are you seeing her tonight?" ("Yes.")

And then she became even bolder. 

"Dare I ask, in front of your mother, is she everything you want her to be?"

"Everything," I replied, and then becoming bolder myself (much to Sal's amusement whom I could see smiling through the corner of my eye,) I added, "But if you mean do we have sex, then definitely a yes. And she is fabulous!" Joan looked at Sal a little apprehensively in case she was being shocked by her son's revelations, and Sal, with an almost imperceptible eye movement, indicated the pocket where I had temporarily put her g-string.

This was the time, then.

I delved into the pocket and brought out the minute scrap which was pretending to be a garment and handed it to Sal, making sure that it was obvious what the item was, and saying, "Sal. If you want me to take these off in front of any spectators later on you had better put them on, first."

Joan and Reggie seemed a little surprised until Sal laughed out loud, and said, "I am the girl-friend in question. And yes, we do have sex, and yes, I am his mother, and yes, he is to be my dogging partner tonight, although you must not let it stop you from trying, too, Reggie if we have a good enough audience!"

Reggie and Joan now appeared to be appreciative of a good joke at their expense, having been led to believe so far that I was just her son whereas now I was being introduced as being also her current lover!

But then Reggie said, "Sal. If that is the g-string you will be wearing tonight doesn't that mean......."

And Sal interrupted him by saying, "Does that mean I have none on at present? Well why don't you and Joan look under the table and I'll open my legs for you!"

They did just that, and on re-appearing Joan said to Sal, "Come on, then Sal. This is your new toy-boy, isn't it? He's not your son."

"Well, Joan," came her answer, "yes he is my new toy-boy, but equally so, yes he is also my son! And he was watching us with his pal last night although he did not know it was me until I had made it obvious by leaving those red and yellow polka dot knickers for him to find, after which it took very little persuasion to get him into bed with me and we fucked all night long! Wait until you try him out, Joan. He really knows how to use his cock!"

I could see why Sal had asked Reggie to make sure that they were seated at their usual table – it was in a secluded part of the restaurant and was sufficiently distant from other diners so as not to be overheard so long as we kept out voices reasonably low.

Anyway, at the end of the meal Joan and Sal went to "powder their noses", and on return Sal briefly faced us with her back to the rest of the other diners as she flipped up the front of her diminutive skirt to show me and Reggie that the g-string was now in place, even though it hid very little!

We all four then made out way to Reggie's van, and Sal and I followed behind in our car until we reached their house, when we left our car and the four of us got into the van together.

As we drove along Sal explained to me that they usually wore wigs, as she had done after the telephone conversation earlier, but now said that her reason for not doing so tonight was in case Jim was watching again. "I want him to be able to recognise me," she said. "After all, I might need a substitute toy-boy when you are back at University, and he has always appeared to fancy me whenever you met and I happened to be around. I used to notice the way he eyed me up as if he were mentally undressing me – and I always tried to give him a quick flash whilst pretending that it was accidental. So if he sees who it is that he is watching tonight I shall wait his approach next time with great interest."

By now we had reached the car-park, but other than one other car it was empty, so we decided to wait around to see if there were others before we began our little show.

To be continued.........