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I Love the Mountains

By: StangStar06



I love the mountains. After a morning filled with meetings, and meetings about meetings, I left the office to do something I truly enjoyed. When I got onto the freeway heading out of town, my head stopped hurting as I breathed in the clean, clear mountain air. Before leaving I had changed from my stuffy uncomfortable though fashionable suit and tie, into a couple of layered T-shirts under a flannel shirt and jeans. I had on my favorite Asics trainers now, but soon I'd have my feet stuffed into a pair of tight and sticky climbing shoes. Most people don't consider my car, an 08 Mustang GT to be a great outdoor person's car, but I really didn't listen to most people. I had been obsessed with Mustangs since I was too young to drive, and I had owned one ever since I was able to save up enough cash for my first used one. Besides I had nearly 180 miles to drive, most of which was freeway so I could make the trip far faster in my little pony than in any Jeep, Hummer, or other off road vehicle. The V8's potent growl calmed my nerves as I shook off all of my stress from being stuck in the city for 3 days straight. Most of the time I tele-commuted from my home that was less than a mile from the mountains, but there were times when I couldn't avoid going in to the office. 

My wife Belinda and I were avid climbers, so naturally we settled in Utah. American Fork Canyon is a climber's dream and only a little bit more than a half hour drive outside of the suburbs of Salt Lake City where we live. I'm Ted Sanderford, I'm a computer programmer. I write control algorithms, and do interface mapping for CNC and robotic control systems. It's a great job and I love it, but not as much as I love the mountains. I'm 5'10 with the usual brown hair and blue eyes that are the statistical norm in the US. I guess I'm the typical everyman type guy. Not too big, not too small. Belinda my wife is a little shorter at 5'6" and is built for climbing with her thin athletic form. She has sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She's the girl next door that we all want to grow up and marry, and I did that literally. Sandy grew up right next door to me. We were friends first and then best friends, then we dated and finally got married right after high school. She's 2 years younger than I am at 42, but is still the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She may not have a huge rack and her legs and arms are kind of muscled up from all of the climbing, but in my eyes she's perfect.

The plan today was supposed to be for me to drive home from Danton, which is just under 200 miles from Salt Lake City. I'd stop off at home, change clothes and vehicles and meet Belinda and our son Greg for a climb together. We wouldn't be able to spend much time together as a family soon, because Greg was getting married in a couple of months. Neither his fiancé, who'd we met a couple of times or her mom, climbed at all. Belinda and Greg would probably start out climbing one of the smaller trails as a warm-up before I joined them. We'd camp there for the night maybe hike a few trails in the morning and then head home for a barbecue that we were having Sunday, so our family and friends could meet Emily and her mother Veronica. My version of the plan was far better; I'd changed clothes at work, and intended to head straight to the rock face to join them for both climbs. It would be a nice surprise for them. We just didn't spend very much time together since Greg had gotten older.

Though Belinda and I were looking forward to a time when we'd be alone, we loved our son very much. He looked almost exactly like I did at his age. Everyone we knew always commented on it. "Well at least you know Belinda didn't cheat on you," they always said. Another one was "At least you'll never have to worry about spending money on a DNA test." He also talked like me, walked like me and liked most of the same things I did. Belinda was unable to have any more children after Greg was born, but it didn't matter because we'd gotten it perfect on our first try. We still kept practicing, but we knew that there were no more children in our future. Belinda had gotten to be pretty randy of late and I could hardly keep up with her, but I wasn't complaining. Lost in my thoughts about the family I love, the Mustang just chewed up the miles until I was in the park.

There were several climbing routes to choose from in the canyon. The one we'd chosen to do together today was called Division Wall. Knowing Belinda as I did, I was sure she'd choose Pimple Tower for their warm-up climb. It was barely above a beginner's level route but it would give her the chance to talk to Greg and find out about Emily, who we knew next to nothing about. There was a small plateau about halfway up the face that she liked to stop and have a snack on. With Belinda being a creature of habit I was pretty sure I might be able to climb up and catch them while they had their snack.

Meanwhile 20 miles away Emily Munoz was talking to her mother as they headed to the mall to buy new outfits for the barbecue that was 2 days away. She really wanted to make a good impression on her futures and have her mother do the same. She also hoped that her mother would meet someone at the barbecue, because with her getting married soon her mom would be left all alone.

"I don't need to get dressed up Emily," said Veronica Munoz to her daughter, "This party is for you. You're the one who needs to make an impression."

"Mom Greg already loves me, and I've met his parents once or twice, they're nice. But they really don't matter, he wants me to marry him, not them. I was hoping that maybe among all of the nice men that will be there, you might meet someone."

"Why would anyone want to meet a fat old girl like me?" asked Veronica.

"Mom, Abuela told me, that when you were younger you had to beat the guys off with a stick. You're still beautiful, and you'd have no problem finding a man if you wanted to. It's been more than 10 years since Dad passed. He'd want you to find someone that you can be happy with."

At that moment, a young man sat on a boulder on a small flat patch of grass. He chewed a piece of dried meat while he stared at the sky. "This place is perfect," he said to his companion as he rolled onto the grass to lie down next to her. 

"Perfect for what?" she replied still staring at the sky. In response the man rolled on top of her and began kissing her in a very practiced manner. It was just the way she liked to be kissed, though not the person she wanted to be kissed by. But she got lost in the moment and opened her mouth and began sucking his tongue. She pulled away and he started trailing little kisses down her neck. "Ooh you'd better stop that," she said although she didn't mean it and they both knew it. Her small breasts started heaving as her nipples hardened until they were showing through her thin sports bra and her t-shirt. He pulled the top up and reached under her bra, first he gently rubbed the sensitive outward areas of her nearly non-existent mammary glands. When she started to make whimpering noises he pinched her nipples, nearly hard enough to hurt. In response to the pain in her nipples her legs spread on their own. He reached down and pulled her shorts and harness down. Her shorts stuck at the bottom of her shoes so he pulled off one of her climbing shoes as well. Then he looked down at her while he pulled his own pants down freeing his penis.

The woman reached up and took his engorged member into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on it while alternately covering it with gobs of her own saliva.

"Okay, baby I'm ready for the real thing now," he gasped out breathlessly. "If you don't stop that I'm gonna cum."

"So, you could just work on me for a little while and you'll be ready to go again in no time. That's the great thing about being young," she said. She spread her legs and lay back in the grass, looking at the sky again. Her companion pounced on her and plunged his dick into her vagina to the hilt in one move and started fucking her hard and fast. After a few minutes he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and kept pumping away. She slammed her hips into his abdomen meeting his every thrust. The sensations she felt were pleasant but not really fulfilling for either of them. She pulled her legs closer together to put more pressure on his penis and increase the friction. She looked into his eyes and saw the love for her there.

"Oh baby, this has to be the best pussy ever made," he spat out through clenched teeth.

"You don't wish it was tighter?," she asked.

"Unh uh," he grunted as he sawed away at her, feeling his orgasm nearing, he slowed down and pulled out. He flipped her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. He spat into his hand and rubbed it over his already wet penis, and pushed his member into her ass slowly but forcefully. Then he started slowly fucking her ass, increasing his tempo with each stroke. The woman started to finger her own clit in time to his rhythm. This gave her the stimulation that his penis hadn't and she started to get into it herself. Whereas the previous actions had been done only for her partner's satisfaction, the stimulation of her clit lit her own fires.

"Ooh yeah, fuck me," she said. Then she stripped off her t-shirt and flung it as she ground her ass into her partner harder. She spread her legs further and lowered herself until her belly was resting in the soft mountain grass, and frigged herself harder as the man behind her started to really pound her ass. All at once, nearly too soon he started spurting into her anal cavity and rolled over.

As I got out of my Mustang and made my way around to its trunk, I was happy. I'd parked right next to Belinda's Nissan Pathfinder, so I knew I'd picked the right route. I could see several groups of climbers on the face but it was large enough that they were well apart from each other and probably couldn't see each other. Suddenly a brightly colored flash caught my eye. I lifted my binoculars to my face and looked at the area around where I'd seen the flash. Someone up there might be in trouble.

There was trouble alright but not the kind I was expecting. The binoculars had been a Christmas present from my wife. They had one of those fancy digital cameras built in so you could take pictures of whatever beautiful scenery you watched in them. I quickly snapped off several pictures then put the binoculars and my climbing gear back into The Mustang's small trunk. I got back into the car and banged my hands on the steering wheel. Luckily for me the wheel was both tough and leather covered so I didn't damage myself or my car. Then I just sat there for awhile and finally drove off. I had a lot to do, and plans to make. Luckily I wasn't expected back to work for a few days. Hopefully I could be all set up before then.

Back in the clearing the man rolled over to his lover, who was still working on her own orgasm. He pulled her hands away from her vagina and replaced them with his own. First he blew small gusts of cooling air onto her nearly bald outer labia. Then he gently licked them. As she tilted her pelvis up to meet his lips he could see a thin trail of his own semen leaking from her asshole. He quickly inserted two of his fingers into her sopping wet vagina as he shifted his stream of blown air to her now supersensitive clit. This got a rise out of her. He could tell, as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. A third finger was added and he began gently moving the fingers around inside her. Below them a car pulled away kicking up gravel in its wake, but the lovers never registered its coming or going. He added his forth finger, and got heavier breathing and an "aah," sound coming from deep inside her throat. 

He eased his hand out and forced all of his fingers and thumb, into a pointed shape and slowly pushed his whole hand inside. Very slowly he moved it curling the fingers as they disappeared inside. He started to fuck her with his fist as he lean over and started licking her clit with his rough tongue.

Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head and her legs splayed outwards as he kept up the licking and fisting until she couldn't control herself and she screamed. The sound rebounded off the nearby cliff faces but neither cared. By this time while she was beginning to come down from her first orgasm, he got back on top of her and started fucking her again, though his dick wasn't nearly big enough for her he leaned forwards until the rough hair around the base of his dick started rubbing her clit. That got her started again. She reached under him and started to rub his balls. "Oh Greg, I'm gonna cum again," she croaked.

"Me too, mom," he whispered. "Me too."

"I'm really going to miss this," she said. "You're almost as good as your father. But I'm glad we won't be doing this anymore because every time it happens I feel guilty about it for a long time."

"Me too, mom but, it just feels so fucking good," said Greg. "Besides it's not like anyone is ever going to find out. I'm not going to tell anyone, and I don't think you are. And the only people that would care, are the people we'd both die before hurting. Speaking of which Dad is supposed to be joining us soon so we'd better head on up to the top."

"Unh unh," said Belinda. "I'm pooped, and I mean that in more ways than one. I'm just going to rest for a minute and then head back down. When your father gets here, maybe we should just camp for the night and climb in the morning. And when it's time to go to bed you should make some kind of excuse to go for a walk or go call Emily, so I can give him some of what you just had."

"Damn mom, aren't you going to be a little sore or tired?"

"Baby you're not anywhere near as big as your father is, yet. And he's been trapped in the city for 3 days. You took the edge off nicely for me, but I'm gonna fuck the shit out of my man when he gets here. And after three days without any he's gonna be expecting it. If he isn't then I'm gonna be pissed because it means he's probably getting it from someone else while he's there," said Belinda. "It would kill me if he ever had an affair. I love him too much to ever share him with anyone."

Back in town, I was packing. I needed to get all of the essentials out of the house. I had no need to rush I had at least a few hours and at best maybe a day. I called Belinda's cell phone knowing she'd probably left it in her Pathfinder. It rang several times and then went to voice mail. I left her a message saying that I had some problems to clear up and that they should go ahead and camp, but to leave me a message telling me which campgrounds they'd be at. It was perfect, it should buy me at least the night and none of it was actually untrue. I could be angry and disgusted later, but for now I had to be smart quick and decisive. I packed up my entire computer system from my home office. Since I worked from home most of the time I'd need to get it set back up as quickly as possible. I had a lot of dedicated and proprietary software on it that I couldn't work without. Next I grabbed clothes, toiletries and my tools. While my jeep wasn't as big as Belinda's Pathfinder I was able to get the computer, clothes and a lot of tools all in the first truck load. I headed into town and found a Self Storage place and rented one of their larger units. While I unloaded I started thinking about what I was doing, but I put the thoughts out of my mind. There'd be plenty of time for thinking about how fucked up my life was later. I still had plenty to do.

As soon as I was done unloading I drove back home and packed another load, I purposefully left all of my climbing gear and everything related to it because I never wanted to think about climbing again. After loading up my second load, I drove around the area near my storage unit and found a motel that wasn't too bad. I booked a week's stay there while I looked for something more permanent. Then I parked my Jeep at the storage unit and called a cab. I got the cabbie to drive me to my house and gave him a nice tip. I sat down at my old desk and wrote a letter to Belinda, telling her not to try to find me and that I needed some time before I'd be ready to speak to her. I told her that she didn't need to worry about finances because I fully intended to take care of the house and the bills until the courts could decide on a settlement. I also told her that I hadn't retained an attorney yet but that she probably should, because when I got ready to make my move it would be quick and hopefully painless. Somehow I forgot to tell her why I was leaving her, but I'm sure she could figure that out eventually. I left the letter, the key to the house, and my wedding ring on the dining room table, where she'd be sure to find it. Then I left the house for the last time, got into my Mustang and drove back to my motel. 

Belinda and Greg sat in front of their campfire waiting for Ted to show up. Belinda called him for the 10th time since they'd been there and he didn't pick up any of his lines. He didn't answer his iPhone, or the house phone or the office phone. She was beginning to worry about him. Greg spoke animatedly to Emily on his own cell phone. They talked about their upcoming wedding and the barbecue, and Emily's shopping trip with her mother. As Greg hung up his phone, he looked at his mother. He could tell she was worried about something, but he couldn't really understand what. "What's wrong mom?" he asked. 

"I've called all of his numbers but I can't seem to get in touch with your father," she said. Her voice was tight and Greg could tell she was really upset.

"Jeezus mom, he probably just forgot to charge his phone. He's probably on his way up here right now. You know those iPhones are known for shitty battery life. He's probably going to laugh at you when I tell him about how worried you were."

"Greg, I haven't spoken to him since last night, it's been more than twenty four hours," she snapped.

"Mom calm down, he did call you and leave you a message about the problems he was having, give the man a break," said Greg. "Dad's never done anything wrong, or done anything to hurt you, he's not that kind of guy. You worry too much."

"Gregory, I've known your father since he was 6 years old, and I was 4. He was my first and only boyfriend. He moved out of his house when he went to college. His own mother only lived with him for 18 years so I've lived with him for longer than she did," said Belinda.

"Mom, Grandma Sanderford told me all of that, and how on your 18th birthday you showed up at his dorm room and moved in with him. Grandma Mason also told me that she wanted you to wait until you were married to start having sex, but it was all she could do to make you wait until you were 18, and she still isn't sure you made it. Everybody knew that you and Dad would get married from the time you were kids. She also told me how you started fights with every girl who even looked at him from across the room. And he feels the same way about you, so calm down mom," said Greg. As he said this he reached out and started rubbing her leg.

"Greg, stop it," snapped Belinda. "Remember what we said."

"We said that we'd stop this weekend, so we could both move on with our lives, and not hurt the people we love. We said we'd stop before we got caught because sooner or later we'd make a mistake. We said we'd stop because it was wrong to begin with," said Greg. "But Mom just one more time for the road won't hurt anything, it's still the same weekend that we said we'd stop so it's not like we lied, and it'll help you take your mind off Dad until he gets here." He continued to rub her leg and was moving his hand closer to the crotch of her shorts with every stroke.

Belinda's resolve was weakening as her son rubbed his fingers slowly up her leg. She was really worried about her husband, and Greg looked so much like him, that it really wasn't cheating. And they had said that they were going to stop. "Your father will be here any minute," she said.


I Love the Mountains



"So we just go off into woods," said Greg. "If he's here when we get back we just tell him we went to use the camp facilities. And on our way back in, we do go and take a shower. Come on Mom you shouldn't have started this and then just cut me off, that's just wrong," whined Greg. He stood up and held out his hand, and against her better judgment, Belinda got up and followed him.

They quickly walked away from their campsite back into a copse of trees only a few yards away from the face of the rock they'd climbed earlier. Belinda was surprised as her son grabbed her by her shoulder and kissed her pushing his tongue into her mouth. At first she resisted because that wasn't the way things were with them. Greg wasn't just kissing her to get her started, he was trying to build or imply a sense of true intimacy, and what she and her son did was only sport fucking. It was just bodies, no emotion. It had only started by accident. When she hit her forties, she'd noticed that she craved sex far more than her husband did. He gave it to her every day, but he was also getting older and could only keep going for so long and she wanted more. Several of her friends who'd gone through it told her it would only last for a few years and she had a couple of possibilities. One was to have a fling or a series of flings. The other was to get a large supply of V&V (vibrators and Viagra) and use them both in large quantities. The idea of a fling or flings was quickly dismissed because she just wasn't capable of sharing herself with anyone other than Ted. The mere thought of it disgusted her. She tried vibrators but found them unsatisfactory, for the same reason that she didn't really masturbate much. It was just so much better when someone else was doing it to you than anything you could do for yourself.

Then a couple of years ago Ted had started going into the city about once a month. He was gone for 2 or 3 days each time. At first she had gone with him, and having sex in hotel rooms had been fun and different. But after a while it just got boring, not the sex, but being trapped in the city away from the mountains they both loved. So she'd stopped. After all it was only a couple of days that they were apart, and Ted usually fucked her brains out when he came home.

Then she started anticipating his returns, and longing for the bouts of reunion sex. She started masturbating just to warm herself up for her husband because just the thought of him coming into the house and just ramming his huge dick into her while they were still dressed had her just dripping.

That was part of the reason her vagina was so stretched out Ted's dick was huge and very thick. He had stretched out both her pussy and her ass to the point where he was the only person that fit her perfectly. She had seen a few other men's dick's accidentally. Relatives who she'd walked in on in the bathroom or accidental exposures in the lake or the pool. She'd even seen guys in the few porn movies that she and Ted had watched. None of them had an endowment like her husband's. Then when you added the fact that he was the only man she had ever even thought about loving, for her entire life, then sex with him became an obsession for her. But she loved him enough that if they couldn't ever have sex again, she'd still stay with him.

One day while she was extremely horny waiting for Ted to come back from the city, she'd gone into her room and was just flogging herself, when she looked up and saw Ted staring at her wide eyed. She was so close to cumming that her brain was foggy, so she just told him to come and get it. Within seconds he'd shucked off his clothes and was in her. He was fucking hard and fast but for some reason she just wasn't feeling it the way she usually did. Then she looked down and noticed that his dick was considerably smaller than usual, and that it wasn't Ted it was their son Greg. She quickly pushed him off and got up. After a couple of awkward hours of avoiding each other, both knowing that they needed to sort this out before the man they both loved came home, they spoke.

"Greg, I'm sorry for what happened, but you're an adult so I'm sure that you can understand. When your father is away, I just yearn for him so badly that I have to sometimes take care of myself, just thinking about him. And today I just missed him so badly...And when I saw you, I literally thought you were him. Please don't ever tell anyone about this, it could destroy our family," she said through tear filled eyes.

"Mom I would never tell anyone, but I'm not sorry it happened. I just wish it had gone on long enough for me to finish. You know that Dad and I like all of the same things, so as bizarre as it sounds, it was a dream come true for me. But I love my Dad as much as you do, so I'd never tell him." Greg couldn't even face her as he said it.

It took a couple of months before it happened again, but once it did, it became a regular thing. Like clockwork as soon as Ted was out of town, Greg was in his mother's bed. For her it was only a pale substitute for what she'd get from her husband, but Greg was younger and could keep going longer so it wasn't without its benefits. But on the other hand the guilt and the fact that he had to go to extreme measures like fisting her to satisfy her just made it something that she had always regretted. She was glad that they'd finally decided to stop. She was just going to have to get used to the hotel rooms, because she was never letting Ted out of her reach again.

On Greg's part, Sex with his mom, was far better than anything else he'd experienced. Just the thought of sticking his dick in the channel he'd been birthed from turned him on so much that the lack of friction became a plus. He could last far longer and do far freakier things than any girl his age would ever let him think of. His mom could swallow his dick whole and swallow all of his semen without losing a drop. He didn't have to worry about rubbers or the pill because she couldn't have kids. And like his father he loved her wiry little body. Her breasts weren't big like Emily's but her nipples were as hard as fucking erasers and she loved to have them bitten and squeezed hard. Just the thought of fucking his mother usually resulted in painful and embarrassing erections that were often mistaken as being for someone else. More than once they'd been out with their friends and drove past the park. With the mountains and the rock faces in view, Greg thought of his mother, which cause the painful tenting in his jeans. When someone noticed it they'd say something like "Emily you'd better hurry up and marry him so you can give him some, before you cause him to break his dick."

Greg loved Emily, and he intended to marry her, but most of his erections were the result of thinking about his mother. The fact that Emily intended on abstaining from sex until after she was married didn't faze him at all. After all his parents had done nearly the same thing and look at them now, still happy and horny after all of these years.

The sexual obsession had also been passed down from his parents. Greg might've looked like the spitting image of his Dad, but his obsession when it came to sex was his mother. Over the months that they'd been fucking the obsession, at least for him had grown. Throughout his life he and his dad had shared almost everything. He didn't see why they couldn't share Belinda as well. After all they both loved her and each other, it just seemed natural.

Belinda turned her face away from Greg's kisses and spread her legs. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her son. Maybe he was imagining that it was Emily he was fucking, and that was why he'd tried to kiss her like a lover instead of a fuck buddy. She felt him tugging her shorts down, and she wasn't wearing any panties under them so Greg quickly backed her up against a tree and rammed his dick home into her vagina. He started thrusting into her harder and harder so she closed her eyes and did some imagining of her own. In her mind it was Ted fucking her and she tried to concentrate on that. Then in the back of her mind she sensed that something was wrong that snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Come on baby, take it," said Greg. "This pussy is mine, all mine. And after I get you knocked up everyone will know it. Oh yeah."

Belinda was horrified. With all of her strength she slapped her son's face and pushed him away and out of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she screamed. "This isn't..." she began. And then at a loss for words she just pulled up her shorts and ran back to their campsite leaving Greg standing there.

Greg had been out of his mind with lust and had just let what he was feeling come out. He pulled up his shorts over his rapidly deflating dick and followed his mother slowly back to camp.

That first night in the motel, I just completely fell apart. I just got into bed while it was still light outside and tried to sleep so I could just move forwards and hopefully begin the process of healing. But every time I closed my eyes, the images came back. I saw Belinda on the face of the mountain in the same place where we used to make love when we'd first started climbing in this state. She was flat on her back like some whore in the grass, while my own son's hips just pumped in and out of her. I had no words for how I felt. Rage, betrayal, anger, disgust, none of them fit what I was feeling. And my reaction to it all also shocked me. I mean I grew up watching John Wayne movies God damn it. I was supposed to go running up there climb the fucking rock face bare handed without a harness or helmet and beat the shit out of both of them. Then using just the might of my brawny arms, I was supposed to throw both of them off the mountain to their deaths, then everyone in town would come up and thank me for saving the world especially our town, from the two evil, incestuous snakes. The Sheriff himself was supposed to come up and tell me how he was glad I had done it because he didn't think he'd have been able to. Lastly some beautiful dancehall girl who worked in the saloon was supposed to come over and tell me she'd always loved me and we'd kiss, and then the credits were supposed to roll as the screen grew dark.

I kept thinking,"roll the fucking credits," as I lay there in that uncomfortable motel bed. It actually started to eat at me, that I hadn't been more forceful, but I guess John Wayne didn't know that I loved both of them, far more than I loved myself. And though I was hurt beyond all reason, I could no more hurt either of them than I could cut my own dick off with a broken beer bottle. I didn't need to know why; I didn't care how long. I just needed this all to be over. I knew that I was in shock and not really thinking clearly so I didn't want to make any rash moves. I was very sure though that my marriage to the girl next door, the only woman I had ever loved was broken beyond repair. I had no intentions of getting any kind of revenge against her, or leaving her destitute. I didn't really want to beat the shit out of my son. He was still the same little boy I'd held on my knee, and taught how to throw a baseball. I just couldn't bring myself to harm or even think badly of either of them. I just knew that our life together as a family was over.

I don't know when I finally drifted off to sleep, but my phone awakened me very early the next morning. Before I even thought about what I was doing, I answered it and quickly hung up as soon as I heard Belinda's voice. She'd sounded upset, but not overly so. I was sure she hadn't gone back to the house and discovered my letter yet, but something else had upset her. It was probably my not showing up at the campsite. I showered and drove the mustang over to the storage unit and parked it inside of the unit. This was a pretty small town and a Mustang would attract far more attention than one of literally hundreds of jeeps. I had breakfast at a mom and pop restaurant that was fairly close to my motel. As I ate I came to the realization that by not getting a lawyer and starting divorce procedures I wasn't helping anyone. I had to realize that as painful as this was, it was my life and I was stuck with it. I wasn't going to suddenly wake up and discover that it had all been a dream. I also would not have the benefit of a do over, or a reset button. My marriage was over that's it. On my way back to the motel I picked up one of those real estate magazines that advertise apartments and condos. I needed to start looking for more permanent housing.

As soon as I got back to the motel I called Ernie Banks, he was the lawyer that the company used and several of my friends had hired him when their marriages broke down. After setting up a meeting with him and telling him what was going on, I felt slightly better. I still felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach by a race horse after having my heart ripped out with a baling hook, but it was a slight improvement.

I looked through my magazine and saw several apartments that I liked or at least wanted to check out. I called a couple of them and set up appointments for later in the day. The thing I noticed most was that everything in the price range I was shooting for was far closer to work than my current home. I realized though that it really didn't matter anymore. As much as I loved the mountains I'd have bad memories of them for the rest of my life. 

Before the sun was up Belinda had taken her tent down and packed it away in the back of her pathfinder. She left a lot of the camping gear at the site, Greg could pack it in his car, and return it someday, but she needed to get as far away from her son as she could. He had tried to apologize and talk to her several times during the night but she had simply refused to respond to him in any way. She was angry at him, but far angrier at herself. She was disgusted at the thought of what she'd been doing with him. And it wasn't just because he was her son and it was illegal in every state in the union. It was because last night, she had finally realized that what she'd been doing, really was cheating on Ted. This wasn't just a mother who loved her son letting him secretly borrow his father's car while he was away. This wasn't keeping it a secret from Ted that Greg had borrowed his fishing pole. This was her letting another man use her body. It was cheating plain and simple. She'd fooled herself into thinking that Greg was only helping out his parents while she went through this spurt of abnormal desire, but with the things he'd said last night she realized that Greg clearly wanted more than just sex from her. And son or not, he was not her man, his father always had been, and always would be. She tried calling Ted again and finally got him, she heard his sleepy and obviously tired morning voice and then they were suddenly cut off. Damn those mountains, they often played havoc with cell phone signals. Well at least she knew that he was Okay. She tried calling the house but got no response. She hoped that it didn't mean that Ted was still in the city because she needed him now more than ever before. 

This was one big damn mess and she didn't know how to get out of it. First off she could never be alone with her son again. She was glad that he'd moved into his own apartment and had a car of his own. That would make things easier. But the barbecue tomorrow, how could she stand to be around him without remembering last night. And they'd always been a very close family. Ted would know that something was off. She decided to call him later and talk to him over the phone, so they could work this out. They would both just pretend that everything was normal at the barbecue, and after that they would just avoid each other except for public outings. She was suddenly glad that she couldn't have more kids because the things that Greg had said last night still disgusted her. All of that talk about making her pregnant, and her pussy belonging to him, the boy had gone crazy. 

As she pulled into her own gate she didn't notice at first, but there was something wrong that if she had just stopped and looked would have been very clear. She unlocked the door and ran upstairs to the bedroom and it was empty. That was why he hadn't answered the house phone; he was still in the city. God damn him, he'd promised her no fucking Saturdays under any circumstances. She didn't look into his closet and see that his clothes were gone, so she still didn't realize that anything was amiss. She went back downstairs into her kitchen and made herself a cup of strong black coffee and some eggs and bacon so she could think of what to say to Greg. She should be firm and probably start out with something positive, like, "Greg I'm your mother, and I love you." Then she should follow that up with a very strong statement that clears up any misunderstandings of their positions. Something like, "My pussy hasn't belonged to you since you came out of it, and even then you were only borrowing it from its true owner, your father. And that's what was going on here again, I let you borrow it. We both know that everything we did was wrong, so from now on there will be no physical contact between us period. Not even so much as a hug."

She was running her planned speech through her mind as she carried her breakfast into the dining room and for the first time noticed the folded sheets of paper on the table. She started absent mindedly reading it and then there was a sound like a powerful river rushing through her ears all at once. As she opened the paper further so she could really look at it his wedding ring fell out of the folds and landed in front of her and she blacked out. 

When she regained consciousness a man in a white suit, an EMT tech was telling her to breathe deeply. She had an oxygen mask on and Greg was looking over the man's shoulder. She took a couple of breaths and her head cleared up. She pointed at the mask and the man pulled it away from her face. She focused on his features and recognition was instantaneous. He also worked at the shop where they bought climbing gear. His name was Elliot and he was pretty good friends with Ted.

"What happened mom," asked Greg, he seemed to be genuinely glad that she was okay. But, was it a son's concern for his mother or something else? Elliot started packing his equipment up, and told her to make an appointment to see her doctor. Fainting spells weren't very common in women her age unless there was a reason for it.

Belinda waited for Elliot to leave before she answered Greg. While she got herself together and picked up the still partially folded letter. Greg sat down and started eating her untouched breakfast. The world could be ending and that boy would still be hungry she thought.

"What happened," he asked again through bites of food. "I came by to see if we could talk and see if Dad needed any help getting stuff ready for the barbecue. I knocked on the door and when there wasn't any answer thought you might be busy but I didn't see Dad's jeep so I knew he was home, and off somewhere. Did he just go out or did he wash the Mustang and put it the garage as usual? Anyway I figured since he was out it would be a good time for us to talk about last night. I used my key and came in and found you knocked out on the floor, so I called 911. They got here in less than 10 minutes. They checked you out; they had me leave the room while they opened your shirt. Your breathing and blood pressure are fine so they figured you must have just fainted. So what happened?"

Belinda just gave him the letter. She just sat there and stared at Ted's wedding ring and the key on the table. "Holy shit mom, is this serious? I didn't even know that you and Dad were having problems," said Greg.

"I didn't know we were either," said Belinda starting to cry.

"Do you think he met someone while he's been going to the city, and maybe he just wants to be with her instead of us?" asked Greg. "What an asshole, to just spring it on you out of the blue like this. And to do it in a letter, after all of that shit he always gave me about accepting your responsibilities and facing your obligations."




I Love the Mountains



Belinda called Ted's office and asked for him. Ted's secretary Myrna often worked Saturday mornings to make extra cash. Myrna was a single mother and was friends with both Ted and Belinda. If anything was going on with Ted, Myrna would know it. Belinda waited until the phone was answered, then before anyone said anything she started talking.

"Myrna, this is Belinda, is Ted still there in the city or at the office?"

"Are you crazy, girl, he left early yesterday to go home?" said Myrna.

"Myrna, I need to ask you a very serious question and I need to count on you to keep this between us."

"Anything you need, you know you can count on me, you and Ted are like family." said Myrna.

"Myrna, is there any chance that Ted has fallen in love with or is having an affair with someone there?" asked Belinda.

Myrna's only reply was a fit of hysterical laughter that even Greg could hear from across the room. "When he left here yesterday he was singing Belinda, Belinda, like he made up a little song using only your frigging name. All yesterday morning he was plotting out a faster route to get home and he even changed into his climbing gear while he was here at work so he could join you there earlier," said Myrna. "That doesn't sound like a man who is cheating, and believe me, I know cheating men."

"Why would you ask me that Belinda, What's going on?" asked Myrna. Even over the phone Belinda could tell that Myrna was upset her normally cheerful disposition was gone. Myrna was on edge and very professional. Belinda could see that if there was some kind of court going on and everyone had to make their own decisions as to the guilt or innocence of the parties involved, Myrna was now firmly on Ted's team.

"It's nothing he's just acting a little odd," said Belinda. "Bye Myrna."

Belinda started crying again and Greg came over to her and hugged her. Belinda pulled away from her son's touch and saw his face change as he tried to hide the hurt and anger he felt. He pulled out his cell phone and called his Dad's number. He waited and heard the message that said that his dad was on another call and would return his call as soon as possible. He turned to his mother and said, "Fine I was only trying to comfort you while you're hurting, but remember pushing me away when you need me. Right now it seems like Dad may be sick of you, but he's still talking to me."

Belinda looked at her son. He was right, even if he'd found another woman Ted would never abandon his son. Greg could probably get some answers from Ted. "I'm sorry Greg," she said, lying to her son for the first time since he'd been an adult. "But right now, I'm more upset, more hurt than I've ever been in my life, and I have to question your motives after last night." She let out a big sigh, and thought she hated herself for doing it asked him. "Could you please call your father and ask him some questions for me?" 

Greg smiled and told her what was going on. "I'm guessing that Dad's secretary called him right after you got off the phone with him. So either she's the one he's fucking or she's still on good terms with him. I got the busy on an important call message so he'll call me back as soon as he's done," said Greg. "So while we've got a minute we may as well talk about last night. Just what did I do that was so wrong?"

"Greg, if you don't know then we have a bigger problem that I thought. I'm your mother, and we both know that what we've been doing is wrong as hell. I thought that it was only a tiny sin because you were helping me while my sex drive is out of control. But it was only sex. Except for a mother's love for her son, I have no feelings for you. It was just us sharing bodies like we share food and shelter and everything else. In terms of anything else I belong totally to your father, and no one will ever replace him or take his place including you. I'm too old, and not able to have kids anyway, but if anyone could get me pregnant I'd only let him. You should be having those kinds of thoughts about Emily, not me. It only goes to show you that we let this get out of hand and carried it on for far too long," she said.

"But Mom, Emily, while I do love her, you're the person that I dream of fucking all the time. And when we do it, I want us to be one entity. I don't just cum, I'm giving you my essence so we can make babies, and I want us to. Maybe all those years ago when they said you couldn't have any kids they were wrong, the doctors know more now. Maybe it was Dad who just couldn't make any more." He reached out and before Belinda could stop him he rubbed her tummy. "I want to feel our babies growing in here."

Belinda slapped his hand away from her stomach and moved around the table. "Gregory," she snapped with a dangerous edge in her voice. But before she could complete her statement, Greg's cell phone rang. Greg smirked and held up the phone in front of her. He put the phone into speakerphone mode and held it up. Before he could say anything he heard his Dad's voice coming from the phone loud and clear. "Greg, don't say anything just listen," said Ted. "Sometime today you'll probably hear from your mother if you haven't already. She'll probably be very upset, or maybe not that much who knows. At any rate it's your job to take care of her now. Don't worry about your wedding, as my final gift to you I'll still pay for it, just as I said I would. But I won't be there and you and I will never see each other again. I have nothing to say to you, and there's nothing I want to hear from you, just take care of your mother, but from what I saw yesterday afternoon, you're already doing that," then there was a click and he was gone.

Belinda started screaming at Greg to get out of her house. As he got near the door she called him. "Leave my key on the table," she screamed. For the next 10 days Belinda never left the house, she sat by the phone and constantly called Ted. She finally stopped calling his cell phone when she got the message that his number had been changed. Then she just sat by the phone until she got sleepy. Whenever it rang she looked at the caller ID, if it was Greg she didn't answer. Whenever he came to see her she didn't go to the door. She stopped taking care of herself and barely ate. Then the call she had been dreading came. The Caller ID read Ernest Banks Atty. at Law. She picked up the phone, she had been waiting for this call. "I won't do anything or agree to anything," she snapped. "I won't sign any papers and I won't even go to court."

"Belinda, this is Ernie, you know me," said the voice from the phone. "If you really love Ted as much as you claim, you can look at this as a chance." Belinda was intrigued. 

"How is this, a chance?" she asked. "I haven't had any kind of a chance since this all started. I haven't even been allowed to speak to him. I tried to call his cell phone a couple of times and the number got changed. I don't have the new number I have no contact information; he will not even speak to me. I tried calling him at work, I'm sure they've used their phone system to automatically disconnect whenever I call. I could be dying and no one would tell him, or vice versa. He doesn't even know my side of this. God damn it Ernie, I gave myself body, mind heart and soul to that man on my 18th birthday, 24 years together without one unhappy day and he just throws me away without even giving me the courtesy of telling me in person. I don't want a divorce, I can't live without him. Ernie did you know that I met him when I was 4 years old and we've been together ever since. Maybe we didn't live together until I was 18 but I've known him for all of my life. We grew up right next door to each other. We walked to school together every day. Don't I at least deserve to explain my side of it before he throws me away?"

"Belinda, this call is only to let you know that the papers are ready and will be served today. It is in your best interest to accept the papers whether or not you choose to accept the divorce. When you look at what Ted is asking for, you'll find that he is being very generous. Under the circumstances, he could have reported you and Greg and you could both be looking at serious jail time, but he didn't. He could have separated your finances and cancelled the credit cards and all of those other ugly things that men do when their pride is hurt, but he didn't. He could have asked for the house, and by letting the circumstances of the divorce be known probably gotten it, but he didn't. He does have pictures, but he's chosen not to use them. He's chosen to state irreconcilable differences as the grounds for the divorce, when he could have easily proven at least infidelity on your part. The financial arrangements he's looking for are giving you the house free and clear, with spousal support for the next 8 years which is double the amount any judge would have given you and probably 8 times what they'd have given you if the infidelity was brought up. And you'd have gotten literally nothing if the circumstances had come out and you'd gone to jail. He also could have sued you but all he wants is his freedom. Belinda he still loves you, he just can't ever trust you or be with you again. A divorce is bad but it's not a death sentence. And I've represented a lot of clients who ended up back together after a divorce. So just look at this as what it is, it's just a legal process that says the two of you will no longer be married. If everything you say is true, then no piece of paper or legal decree will be able to separate the two of you and I'll pay for the preacher when you remarry, but Belinda just accept the papers and look at what Ted is offering, because whether you know it or not, he's hurting too and he was the victim here if there was one."

Belinda had never thought about that before, all she'd considered were her own feelings in all of this. She'd felt betrayed by their son, and abandoned by Ted, but truly Ted was the one who really got hurt here. She had been a very large part of hurting the man she loved and she'd never considered it.

"Belinda," said Ernie. "Are you still there? How about this? If you sign for the papers today, it is not an admission of guilt, there is no guilt on either side in this kind of divorce. You can still refuse to sign the final divorce decree. But if you sign for the papers today, I'll guarantee you a face to face, not over the phone, meeting with Ted."

"I'll sign for the papers," she said immediately.

The meeting with Ted didn't go as she'd expected. They sat across a very large table from each other, and he didn't say a word. She poured out her heart to him and told him how much she loved him and always would. She told him why, and how she'd started having sex with their son and assured him that it was over. She begged and pleaded for him not to divorce her, and to give her a second chance. They could move out of the house and to a different state. She would do anything he asked, anything just for a chance to try again. Sometime during her talk Ted had started crying too. She'd never seen him cry before, no matter how happy or sad he'd been. He hadn't even cried when his father died, but there they were as clear as day, tears running down his face uncontrollably. Then he had simply nodded to her and left the room. A few minutes later Ernie came in.

"When is Ted coming back?" she asked. She was sure that he'd been so overcome with emotion that he'd needed a break before he told her his side of things and how he felt, and whether or not he'd accepted her apology.

"Belinda, you meeting is over, Ted is gone," said Ernie softly. "You really don't need a lawyer, but Ted will pay for one for you if you want."

Belinda did hire a lawyer, a cut throat scorch the earth lawyer who tried to delay and halt the proceedings at every turn. He suggested and got counseling. They went to counseling and Ted refused to speak. Belinda again poured her heart out week after week. Ted started bringing his laptop and working during the sessions. The therapist finally demanded that he pay attention and participate. He told Ted that he'd seen plenty of divorces but never one that was so one sided. He'd never seen a case where one of the parties absolutely refused to even entertain the possibility of forgiveness. Ted calmly looked up and said that the doctor had the wrong idea about their divorce. He still loved Belinda very deeply but they could simply never be together again. Every time he saw her, he pictured her with the other man, and he didn't think he'd ever get over it. The therapist then told him he'd seen a few couples in similar situations, who with a great deal of work and time had managed to save their marriages. Ted finally looked up at the therapist. Ted asked him if what they said during their sessions was covered under client confidentiality rules. The doctor assured him that not a word that was said would ever be repeated. Ted calmly asked him if any of those couples who'd managed to save their marriages involved the wife cheating on the husband by fucking their own son. The therapist submitted his report to the courts the very next day and the divorce went forward. Belinda refused to sign the papers but the final decree was given anyway.

One year later I was just beginning to start some semblance of a life. Even though well meaning friends had tried to fix me up, I've never dated. I've also never climbed again. Belinda was worse she lived like a hermit, and literally cried anytime someone mentioned her dating. Even though she didn't need the money, I had been truthful about the support agreement, I was literally giving her half of my salary, Belinda took a job as a climbing guide on the beginner and intermediate level routes. Greg had gone ahead and married Emily. Belinda called and spoke to them sporadically, but she never saw them. If they came over she never answered the door and called and told them that she was asleep, the next day. Belinda actually spoke to Emily more than she spoke to her own son. She even met Emily for lunch a few times. Belinda didn't want to see Greg, partially because she blamed him for his part of her divorce, but also because she still didn't trust him to behave himself around her. The biggest reason of course though was the uncanny resemblance he had to me. It was literally painful for her to lay eyes on him.

I had never climbed again instead I took up running. Almost every day I ran along the paths in the parks near my new home. Belinda had heard about me from mutual acquaintances and was dying to see me, I heard. She often hid in her car outside my job just to catch a glimpse of me, especially on our anniversary, and our birthdays. On her birthday I heard she asked some of our friends if I mentioned anything about her.

One day as I was running along a bike trail I slowed down as I came around a bend and found a woman trapped under her bike. Her pants leg had gotten caught in the chain guard and when she went down her leg was still stuck in the chain so she couldn't get up or get the bike off of her. I bent down and pulled and yanked until I got the material free of the chain and then lifted the bike off of her. 

"Thank you so much," she said. I thought I heard just a bit of an accent. I loved the animated sound of her voice. I helped her to her feet and was immediately flabbergasted. She had long flowing wavy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that just always seemed to smile. This woman didn't even need her mouth to smile, the expression in her eyes seemed to radiated happiness and joy.

Her body also amazed me. Her body was an architectural study in extremes, She had literally huge breasts, but her waist was incredibly tiny. It swelled out to form the biggest roundest ass I had ever seen. She was built like one of my favorite porn stars Daphne Rosen, but everything on her seemed to be real. On her part she saw the reaction that I had to her, and smiled because I was trying very hard to look into her eyes, but the tent in my shorts told her that my mind was further below her eyes. But I guess she thought I deserved a reward for trying.

"Veronica Munoz," she said as she smiled and extended her hand.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed. I knew instantly who she was.

"That's a very unusual name you have," she said smiling.

"We kind of know each other," I said quietly.

"No, I think I'd remember someone named Oh Shit," said Veronica.

"We're actually, kind of related," I smirked causing her to smile again. We walked together for a while talking about everything and nothing, until finally when we got to her car, I asked her out. 

Veronica accepted, only on the grounds that I'd tell her who I am and how we're related. But she also wanted to thank me for rescuing her. "I was just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time," I said. "Any guy coming along here would have considered himself lucky just to see someone as beautiful as you are." My words caused an even bigger smile to explode from Veronica's face.

"Until Tomorrow, Oh Shit," laughed Veronica as she pulled away.

Veronica went straight home and called her daughter. Emily was overjoyed that her mother had met someone finally. This was the first time she remembered her mother even considering going out on a date. Her mother considered herself, with her large breasts and ass to be fat and unappealing. "What's his name Mom?" she asked.

"Oh shit," laughed Veronica. She explained the whole meeting to her daughter who also laughed and they arranged to go shopping the next day to get clothes for Veronica's Date. Emily had been putting off telling her mother but she sensed that things were not as they should be in her own relationship. Greg was attentive to her and they spent a lot of time together, but in the bedroom, things were not the way she'd been expecting them to be. Well she didn't want to cast clouds over her mother's happiness so she decided to wait a while before she said anything.

The next day after they'd shopped for hours before finding the perfect dress for her mother, Emily insisted on waiting to meet the mystery man. She peeked at him as he got out of his car, it was really nice. A midnight blue Mustang GT with chrome rims, not bad for an old guy she thought. There was something familiar about that car though. Nice looking guy too she thought seeing him from a distance. He rang the bell and when it was opened stepped into the living room with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Her mother looked stunning coming down the stairs. Her large breasts restrained and covered but cleverly outlined by the dress. Just as Veronica got to the bottom of the stairs, Emily got a good look at his face as he put down the flowers to look at her mother. There were clearly stars passing between the two of them as they looked at each other. That was the way that Emily wanted Greg to look at her. She was happy and excited for her mother because this could possibly be very good for her. Suddenly she knew who he was. "Oh Shit," she exclaimed loudly.

"That's him," smiled Veronica.

"Mom, this is Greg's Dad, Mr. Sanderford," said Emily.

"I thought you said, his name was asshole," said Veronica.

"Well that was only because of the way he treated Greg's mom," said Emily. "And because he paid for that entire beautiful wedding that he never showed up for. Since then we've heard from Greg's mom often but he just disappeared, as if he didn't like me marrying his son or something. That's why he's an asshole. And he never calls her, never even sends a card for her birthday or their anniversary after all of those years that they were married. That's why he's an asshole. That poor woman sits there day after day, just hoping for a word or a phone call from him. He's terrible. I don't think you should go out with him, he's an asshole."

Veronica was shocked, she'd never heard an outburst like that from her daughter. She looked at Ted, and he just looked at the floor and nodded his head. He didn't say anything. He didn't deny Emily's accusations or offer any excuses. The he just put that beautiful bouquet he'd brought her down on the table and excused himself and left the house.




I Love the Mountains



Ted got back into his car and started it. He heard a soft tapping on the window and looked over to see Veronica looking at him. He rolled down the passenger side window and looked at her.

"I thought we were going to dinner," she said.

"You don't have to go with me, I understand totally," I replied.

They put the previous conversation behind them and had a nice dinner in a tiny restaurant in front of the great Salt Lake. The restaurant had great steaks and a band that played very soft jazz behind a dance floor that was only big enough for two or three couples. Afterwards they walked along the waterfront holding hands as if they'd known each other for a lot longer.

"Okay let's hear it," she said softly.

"Let's hear what?", I asked.

"My daughter is wrong about you, you aren't a bad guy, it just does not add up. The more I think about it the sillier it sounds. If you just didn't like her, or didn't want you to marry her son why would you pay for the wedding that she wanted, with all of the details that she wanted. You divorced Greg's mom but that doesn't make you a bad guy either, so I want to hear your side of the story."

"Emily got the broad strokes right but she missed a lot of the details. First and most importantly I never disliked Emily and was glad she was marrying Greg. I was going to volunteer to walk her down the aisle since her own father had passed. But yes something did happen, and I was more worried for Emily than for Greg. As to my wife, It's taken me a year to even get to the point where I can talk about this, but I loved her dearly. We had been together since I was 6 years old and she was 4. We would have been together forever, except for the fact that roughly a year ago I caught her cheating on me. There was no misunderstanding, no mistakes made I caught her red handed, and I just couldn't be with her anymore. Rather than tear our son apart by making him choose sides I asked him to look out for her and withdrew from his life as well." I looked away from her as I said this and Veronica could see that it had taken a lot out of me.

"So you just let everyone think you were the bad guy?" she asked quietly. "They at least had each other to get through this, who did you have?"

"I just work a lot," I said. The next thing I knew we were kissing softly and slowly in front of the moonlit lake. (for those of you who're interested I have post cards of the scene, they're great, the two of them kissing in front of the lake with his Mustang in the background)

That date led to more dates and more kissing, and eventually I picked her up one evening to find her in sweat pants and a t-shirt. The sight of veronica in a t-shirt was just incredible. The shirt was loose everywhere else but stretched tight across her boobs.

"I think I got mixed up," I said looking at her, and trying my best as usual to keep my eyes on hers. 

"No you didn't, but I changed my mind about going out with you," she said.

"Well, Okay, I'm sure you have your reasons," I said and turned to go.

"Where are you going?" she asked grabbing my hand. "What's wrong with you? I said I changed my mind about going out with you. What I meant was, it's time we stayed in. I got a new grill, and steaks for you to make for us. I'm sure you know how to grill, it's one of those guy things. You're all born with the desire to set shit on fire." She gave me a toothy smile when she said this. 

She took my Jacket off and dropped it on her sofa and opened my dress shirt by slowly and gently releasing each button and kissing the little bits of skin revealed by each button. My body was warming up all over. I felt myself getting dizzy as all of the blood rushed from one head into the other, so I put my hands on her waist for support. Her lips locked onto mine instantly and this time she pressed herself against me fully. Her eyes registered shock as my erection pressed against her stomach. Before she could say or do anything, the doorbell rang.

Veronica went to open the door and Emily stormed in. She looked at us, her Mom in T-shirt, with her nipples threatening to shred the material and me with my shirt nearly fully open.

"Hi mom, Hi asshole, can I stay with you guys for an hour or so? I just need to blow off some steam." she said.

"Emily, you and I had a talk a few weeks ago, you cannot talk about him that way," said Veronica sternly.

"Oh I'm not angry at him because I think he's an asshole," said Emily. "I have an entire new list of reasons why he's an asshole. Did you know that he still supports his ex wife even after what she did to him? If Greg ever cheated on me, I wouldn't have a single thing to do with him ever. Another reason that I'm upset is because my wedding, which he paid for was great, but it would have been better if he'd been there. But he let his anger and his bruised ego keep him away. But the main reason he's an asshole is because he looks so much like his son, who I'm ready to strangle right now." Emily crossed the room and hugged me. "Ooh are we having steaks? I'm famished," she said.

Veronica and I just looked at each other and smiled. She and Emily started talking about whatever was on Emily's mind while I went out to look at the grill. It was a nice big Webber grill.

"Roni, where's the gas bottle?" I yelled.

"What do you need gas for, it's a charcoal grill," she yelled back.

I went back into the house. "Uhm I've never cooked with charcoal," I said.

"See you're learning something new," said Emily, taking my hand. "I'll show you how to do it. Food grilled with charcoal just tastes better. Besides there are a few things I want to talk about, and mom says I should ask you."

Emily showed me how to start out by lining the bottom of the grill with the charcoal briquettes. Even I knew you had to do that. Then she poured a liberal amount of lighter fluid onto them.

"Are you sure we need to do that?" I asked her, "It says match light."

"Dad, if we wait for the coals to light from a match, we'll be here until the middle of winter," she smirked. I noticed that she had called me Dad. I kind of liked it.

We put the grill into position and stood back as she threw a match in on top of the coals which immediately burst into flames. "We'll have to wait for the fire to die down before we can put the steaks on. I'm having mine to go because I think my mom will kill me if I stay too long," she said.

"Your mom loves you, I don't think she cares how long you stay, and I like having you here too. It's nice," I told her. 

"Unh unh," she said, "You don't know what she had planned do you? How many times have you ever seen my mom wear a t-shirt? did you see how her nipples were poking through it? You're getting some tonight, probably whether you want to or not. I'm really scared for you guys."

"Why?" I asked her. I was kind of surprised.

"My mom, is very old fashioned, the only man she's been with in her whole life was my father. She's been alone for over 10 years since he passed away. And from what I've found out about you, you're even worse. You've only been with one woman, and she ended up cheating on you. The two of you are like 2 porcupines trying to get together without getting stabbed. She's been ready for weeks but you didn't seem to be trying to make a move on her so she just decided to take matters into her own hands. Anyway I don't want to spend all of my time talking about the old folks. What the hell is wrong with your son?"

"You'd know more about that than I would Emily. I haven't spoken to him in over a year." I said firmly.

"Why not," she asked. He 's not a baby. He is capable of balancing the relationships between you and his mom, without interfering with either of your lives. I understand why you backed off from him so he wouldn't have to choose sides between you and his mom, but even she's told me that she was very wrong in what she did. But let's leave her out of this because I hope she get's over you eventually and finds someone new, but I want you for my mom. The funny thing is that Greg's mom backed away from him too. I can't figure that out at all. She'll talk to him on the phone but that's it. She has lunch with me sometimes and gives me presents to give him on his birthday or holidays but she always avoids seeing him. I think it's because he looks so damned much like you that it's painful for her."

She paused for a moment and then looked down. "Dad, things are weird between Greg and me, when it comes to sex."

"Oh shit," I said. I couldn't believe we were going to have this conversation.

"We've only been married for about 8 months," she began. "But things are not right. He should be jumping my bones every night. When we do have sex, he's really tentative, and sometimes I get the idea that he's thinking about someone else. So I tried to liven things up between us. I told him that I'm not glass and I'm not going to break. I think he should be pounding the shit out of me every night, but it just doesn't happen. I'm not going to cheat on him, so don't start thinking that, but I'm kind of confused. Before we got married we talked about all of the things that most couples do. We both want to have kids, so a couple of weeks ago I told him that maybe I should go off the pill so we could get pregnant. He told me that we were way too young to think about kids. We should wait until we're older and settled in our careers and have a good foundation. Is that what you did Dad?"

"Emily I'm forty four years old, and Greg is twenty four, his mom was only eighteen when she had Greg. Does that sound like we waited until things were settled. I don't know what advice I can give you concerning Greg, because I never went through what you guys are, but I think you should just sit down with him, and talk to him about your concerns, and see what he says. Don't let him brush the conversation off, or make any excuses. You both need to listen to what the other has to say, and be prepared to disagree on some things. No Marriage is perfect, but if you both want it to work, you can make it work." I said.

"I don't smell any steak grilling," shouted Veronica from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and hugged her from behind. She melted into my arms and pressed herself against me. It was all I could do not to cup those large breasts right then, but I had to remember that her daughter was in the next room.

A couple of hours later, after Emily had gone home Veronica took my hand and led me to her room. She turned off all of the lights and in the darkness of the room I felt her reach for me and start right back where she'd left off hours before. She continued unbuttoning my shirt from the last button she'd been working on when Emily came over. "You know if things had gone according to plan, this would be the second time we'd be doing this," she said.

She took my shirt completely off and ran her hands across my chest. "Your chest is so well developed and muscular," she said.

"I used to climb," I said.

She stood me up and pulled my pants and underwear down all at the same time. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Now I know why Belinda is so fucking heartbroken. That thing is huge. I'm not trying to be rude but wait a minute." She turned the light on and just looked at my dick. Then she turned the light back off and started rubbing it up and down until I was harder than I've ever been.

"Wait stop," I said.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"We are not doing this like that," I said. "This isn't a CFNM video. You don't get to just look at me with your clothes on and then slink into bed in the dark. I showed you mine, now I get to see yours."

"But I'm fat," she said. "I'm not young and springy like my daughter or thin and tight like Belinda, I don't want to ruin it for you."

I sat her down on the bed and lifted the t-shirt over her head. While she sat passively on the edge of the bed. Now it was my turn, "Oh my God," I exclaimed. "Those things are huge." I gently caressed her large breasts and watched as a tingle went through her entire body. They sagged a little from their considerable weight but they were incredible. They were the softest things I'd ever felt. I gently licked my way around them avoiding the nipples until the last. Veronica was squirming and forcing my head onto her breasts and I could tell she was enjoying herself. In the back of my mind I couldn't help comparing her breasts to Belinda's and Belinda had simply lost, there was no contest.

I moved Veronica up onto the bed and gently pulled down her sweat pants. The crotch of her pants was already moist and she wasn't wearing panties. "Someone was ready for business," I smirked.

I parted her legs easily and lay down with my head between them. Her fragrance was musky and spicy, I could feel heat emanating from her core as I began to lick her lightly furred vagina.

"Oh Ted, what are you doing?" she chirped, her accent was getting thicker and the timber of her voice was rising.

"Just relax and let it happen," I said. Veronica was very old fashioned, her husband had never eaten her. She got so into it that night that we almost didn't do anything else. After her second orgasm she pulled me up on the bed and I rubbed the head of my dick against her very wet vagina. It slowly sank in one inch and one grunt from her at a time until I was fully sheathed. Veronica was holding me against her and telling me to wait, don't move. I knew she needed time to adjust to my size. I rubbed her tummy while she moved her legs around to try and get comfortable, and then slowly started to fuck her with very short slow strokes. 

"Oh!," she said. "That feels good." I started to increase the length of the strokes and the tempo. After a while we were fucking hard and fast. I leaned forwards onto her and with one hand grabbed one of her wildly moving breasts. Just watching the way they moved was fascinating and supremely erotic to me. After spending all of my life screwing a skinny woman with a flat chest, I knew I'd never go back to it. I lifted my head and found her mouth, we kissed hungrily and I know it sounds like something that all guys say when they're fucking someone for the first time, but I knew at that moment that I loved her. Almost without warning she tightened up and I felt the walls of her Vagina milking my dick as she climaxed. I couldn't help it I just let go and blasted her insides with all of the sperm that had been building up inside of me, for weeks.

Then we just lay there side by side. After she got her breath back. She turned to face me, "Ted, what are you thinking right now?" she asked.

"I love you Veronica," I said.

"Smart, smart man," she laughed. And we just went to sleep. In the morning I awoke scared shitless until I realized what was going on. I thought my dick was clamped in a vise until I noticed that Veronica was fast asleep with her fingers tightly wrapped around it.

I gently tapped her on the shoulder. As her eyes focused I pointed down at her hand.

"This is mine, from now on," she smiled. "Besides you're supposed to kiss me, when you want me to wake up."

"What about morning breath?" I asked.

"Who cares, it's worth it if the kisses are good enough. Especially when you've been alone for a long time." She leaned towards me then suddenly, just before my lips met hers, she screwed up her face and pushed me away."

"My breath can't be that bad," I exclaimed.

"You smell like overnight pussy juice," she laughed. "Let's take a shower."

For the next few months we were deliriously happy. We spent every moment that we weren't working together. We found out everything about each other, and I was in love again. We went to the park often with me running and Veronica riding her bike. I literally loved staying right behind her while she pedaled. Just the sight of her big round booty made me wish I was a bike seat. The funny thing about it was that Veronica wasn't fat, she was just voluptuous. She had large breasts and a proportionate ass but her waist was very thin. She often had to wear overly large clothes to hide her proportions. She simply watched too much TV and got the idea in her head that since she didn't weigh 98 lbs soaking wet that she was fat.

But nothing perfect ever lasts, Veronica noticed one day that I was always looking into the distance after we came from the park.

"Ted what are you looking at?" she asked me seriously.

"Just the mountains," I said.

"Why are you looking at the mountains, they're just big hunks of rock.

"I love the mountains," I told her. "They're the main reason I moved here, I just wanted to climb the mountains. 

I didn't think much of it at the time, but Roni did. Anyway a couple of nights later we had just finished making love when a car pulled into the driveway. I was just opening the door when Emily stormed into the house and threw herself into my arms crying. I sat down on the couch and held her while she cried herself out. Veronica had thrown on a robe and was sitting on the other side of her.

"Why didn't you say anything Dad?" asked Emily, between bouts of tears. "It must have killed you when you found out. They did it didn't they?" she screamed. "Fucking perverts, no wonder you don't want to have anything to do with them."

"What happened Em?" I asked her, "Are you Okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. "But I guess, I'm gonna be more like you, than you are."

Veronica and I just looked at each other. "Mom can I have my room back for a while?" she asked. "And can I have some coffee. Dad you really need to go and take a shower, your face smells like pussy."

10 minutes later we were all gathered out on the deck around the same small table we'd eaten barbecue on months ago. Emily seemed to need to talk before she could lie down, so Veronica and I just listened.

"Dad you remember back when I started telling you that things weren't right with Greg and me. You told me to be honest with him and tell him what I was thinking. I did that and he pretty much just told me what I wanted to hear, to be rid of me. Over the next few months nothing changed. We hardly ever had sex and when we did, I could tell that he just wasn't into it. Or that it wasn't what he really wanted. I started to suspect that Greg might be gay, or that he was having an affair. So I started following him around. But to my surprise the only place he ever went, was to his mom's house. And even then he never went in. He would walk around the house like he was checking the doors and windows, and then after a while he'd knock on the door but she wouldn't answer it. Sometimes I swear that she was there but she never let him in. So anyway that convinced me that he wasn't having an affair, but I just couldn't figure out what was wrong with us. Tonight I put on my sexiest nightie and just attacked him, like my mom does you. We had sex, or I did. I've been off of the pill for a couple of months now and was wondering why, I'm not pregnant, I know that it can take a while but I'm pretty fertile."

"Anyway, Greg got me off big time and I rolled over to go to sleep. I was so in love with him that I wanted to taste some of the sperm he had just left in my pussy. Yeah Okay I know it sounds nasty, but coming from a guy whose whole face smelled like my mom's twat just a few minutes ago, and the woman who let him, you guys should just be quiet," she smirked.

"I stuck my fingers in there and there was nothing, I stood up so it could run down my legs like it does for those skanks in the porno movies and there was nothing. I know some guys don't make a lot but this was ridiculous. Then I wondered where Greg was anyway and why wasn't he in here with me. You know how after you've just fucked someone you feel close to them. So I looked around the house quietly, I wanted to sneak up and scare him as a joke. The door to the den wasn't even closed all the way, I guess he'd left it cracked so he could hear me if I got close to it. He was so busy concentrating on what he was doing that he didn't hear me at all. I peeked into the room and I was more than shocked. There was my husband kneeling on the floor jacking off as hard as he could, and as I watched he practically sprayed the wall next to him with his cum. He hadn't left so much as a drop in me, but now he's painting the fucking walls with it. What kind of guy fakes it, and that's what he did, faked an orgasm in a warm wet pussy, just so he can jack off to pictures from some porno mag. Then what he'd being saying while he came registered on my shocked brain. "He was saying come on "Mom" take it, yeah that's it, fuck me back, let's make a baby." she looked up at Veronica and me when she said that, and she saw that Roni was horrified, and I was even a little shocked.




I Love the Mountains



"I stepped into the room," she continued, "And then I saw what all of the pictures on the floor were. They weren't from porno mags, they were naked pictures of his mother. And they were all from outside of the room, you could see window glass and frames around them. That's why he kept going over there. And Now I know why she wouldn't let him in ever. And after that I put two and two together. I was worried about you and my mom at first because, I know that Belinda still loves you, and you guys were together for a long time. Now I understand what you went through. You caught them didn't you. That's why you just left, and wouldn't have anything to do with them isn't it?"

All of a sudden we were all crying, I was crying because the truth of the pain I'd gone through and tried to hide was finally out, Emily was crying over Greg's emotional betrayal of her and their marriage, and for the future she'd wanted with him that could probably never be. And Veronica was crying just because the two people she loved most were.

The next day I went and confronted Greg. I gave him several choices. The first was to simply leave the area and never come back. The second was to join the military. The third was to go into therapy. The fourth was to go to jail, because if he didn't take any of the previous 3, I was going to the police with the pictures I had taken of him and Belinda. We'd make sure that Belinda was out of the state so she'd escape prosecution but it was worth it to me to see that he either got help, got straightened out or got the hell away from us. He chose option one and none of us have heard from him since. He is my son and I wish him well, but something twisted him. 

Emily and Veronica went to see Belinda and told her what was going on. She had no idea that he'd been taking the pictures and explained her part of everything to them. I told them that it was the past and I liked my present situation far better so I didn't care to hear her explanation. Veronica shocked me then by saying something that I didn't understand. She'd said, "Wait until you see your future."

A few weeks later Veronica took me for a drive in my Mustang which she hated driving. I asked her where we were going and she said, "We're going to a new park."

As we drove I realized where we were going. "Veronica, I don't want to go to this park," I said quietly. She didn't say anything she just kept driving and pulled in next to a familiar old Pathfinder.

"What's going on?" I asked her as Belinda got out of her truck.

"You're going climbing, you miss it, and I need for you to have a complete life," she said. "This is Belinda, she's your new friend, and God damn it I mean "friend," she's going to climb with you. Look there's been a whole lot of pain and heart break between the two of you but it's time to let that be the past. You two can't be married anymore, and there's no way I'm going to let you have sex even if you wanted to, but you've known each other all of your lives so it's time to turn the page. You two moved all the way to this state because you both love the mountains. I don't, to me they're just rocks. So go climb one. I'll sit here in your tiny little car and do some reading on your iPad. Maybe I'll even do some online shopping for our new project, if I can get on the internet."

Then she patted me on the butt and pushed me towards Belinda. I'd noticed that Belinda smiled when Veronica said something about a project. But I didn't think about it. Veronica always had a project for me to work on. I stuck my hand out towards Belinda, and said "Friends." 

"Friends," she said as she shook my hand. She'd saved all of my old climbing gear and everything still fit. It was great climbing again, and it was just another thing I had to thank Roni for. It took a long time but Belinda and I eventually did become really good friends. We never talk about the past or our marriage because it hurts us both. We both lost in the situation. But at least I was happy in my new life and down deep I hoped that someday she would be as well.

When we got home that night I found out about our new project. As soon as we got inside the house I was pulling Roni's clothes off. Later while we lay side by side in bed, she dropped the bomb on me. "I'm pregnant," she'd said. I was totally freaked out, and happy at the same time. 

"I hope it's a girl," I smirked as she hit me. I reached over and started licking one of those giant breasts and sent a shiver through her body.

"You'd better do that now because in a couple of months you're not going to want to touch them," she said. "They're going to be huge and bloated."

"Yes, I will," I told her. "I'll love them even more."

"Why?" she asked me incredulously.

"First and most importantly because I love you, all of you," I said. "And, you already know that I love the mountains."