0 comments/ 13988 views/ 0 favorites Autumn Days Ch. 02 By: GillieChattan You best read Chapter One before you read Chapter Two, it would give you a leg up in the adventures of this old sea Captain.. I put her down on the front deck of the cabin, opened the door and showed her inside. A look of surprise came on her face as she looked around. "Amos this is not a cabin, this is a mansion, it's beautiful, I never expected anything like this, you have everything anyone could want here," she said. "I love my creature comforts Rachel" I replied. "You certainly do," she replied as she made her way around, "My mother would kill for a place like this up here." She looked into my bedroom and squealed in delight, "You have a king size bed," she said. "Why does that surprise you?" I ask. "Well I thought there was just you living here," she replied "Does that mean I can't have a big bed?" I ask. "I guess not but don't you get lonesome?" she ask. "Sometimes," I replied. "I can take care of that Amos," she replied as she took my hand guided us to the center of the bed. "Let me stay Amos, please, let me stay and take care of you," she said. "You think I need taking care of do you?" I ask. "Well of course you do, look at him, he is getting hard already, and look at your testicles, they are so big and full, they definitely need attention," she said. She pushed me back on the bed and arranged the pillows under my head. "Amos I have always fantasized about making love to a man, to do all the things that I have seen women doing in films and pictures, do you mind?" "What pray tell can you do that you haven't done already?" I asked. "I have never had the chance to look at a real cock, look at it and hold it in my hand. I have felt it in my pussy and my butt and it was wonderful, but I want to look at it and feel it, the same with your testicles and your rectum, I want get to know this thing that makes me feel so good," she replied. "Lets make a deal, you can get to know me if I can get to know you," I replied. "Deal" she squealed She knelt between my legs, stroking him gently, running her hand up and down him, leaning over and kissing the tip as she inspected every inch of him. She pushed my legs apart and snuggle between them, her head resting on my leg as she stroked my cock and gently lifted my testicles, licking and kissing them, then doing the same thing to my cock as she made her way up his length. This lasted until she had him good and hard and she took him in her mouth for a bit. I watched her as she worked her way up my body, rubbing her tit's against my stomach as she licked and kissed her way up far enough to be able to guide my cock into her love nest. "I love your cock Amos, I simply love him," she said as she worked herself around until she had ever bit of him deep inside. I could barely feel her moving, at least outwardly. The inside of her pussy was alive as it fondled my cock, gripping and relaxing until she pushed her self up and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!!!" as she climaxed. I rolled her off me after a bit, holding her close as I explored her body. I was as fascinated with her young body as she was with mine and began caressing her, looking for her erroneous spots. I licked her nipples and one spot she didn't know turned her on, her arm pit. She had shaved them clean and squealed with delight as I ran my tongue over them. I did like she had done, and followed my fingers with my tongue as I kissed my way down her body, licking and kissing until I was at the center of her erotic being. I caressed the lips of her pussy, running my fingers up and down them, feeling their puffiness from our love making, gently inserting my finger until I could feel her 'G spot'. I rubbed it gently as I ran my tongue over her clit, making love to her little cock as she had done to mine. She screamed as another orgasm washed over her. "Fuck me Amos, give me your cock now, please, I want it so bad," she begged. I was completely taken with her, the way she wanted to experience everything there was to know about sex. I never in my wildest dream thought I would be making love to a women as young as she. I was guessing but she was probably no older than twenty if that, fifty plus years younger than me. I moved up between her legs and shoved into her, driving as deep as I could possibly go causing her to grunt as I hit bottom. "Fill me, fill me with cum, fuck me full," she said as she raised her hips up to meet my every thrust, her head rolling from side to side as her body took control. "Oh dear god that's so good, so fucking good, I never thought it could be this good, fuck me Amos, fuck meeeeee!!!!!!!" she exclaimed. I drove into her as hard as I could, slamming my hips against her as I pumped rope after rope of cum deep in her throbbing cunt. "Take it Rachael, take it all, fuck me you little slut, fuck my big cock," I said as I became as lust driven as she. If we didn't reach our climax at the same instant it was close. We held each other as close as we could and let the feeling wash over us. I rolled us over so she was laying on top of me, my dwindling cock still inside her. "Am I really a slut Amos?" she ask as she raised herself up and looked at me. "Maybe for the moment you were, and there is nothing wrong with that, you simply let you body take control of your mind and opened yourself to its demands, something not many women will allow," I replied. "Really?" she ask, "Why". "There are many reasons I suppose, religious up bringing, fear of loosing control, fear of being hurt, the old saying is that every women wants to be a slut in the bedroom and a lady everywhere else," I replied. "Is that a mans saying or a women's?" she asked. "That I don't know," I replied, "probably a man's". She pushed herself all the way up and ask "Have you made love to a lot of women?" "How many is a lot?" I replied. "More than ten," she replied. "Yes," I replied. "More than twenty?" she ask. "Probably," I said. "Wow!!" she exclaimed. She sat on her throne, wiggling around until she had me just where it felt the best and ask, "How long is he Amos, did you ever measure him?" "No, I never have, but he seems long enough to fill you nicely don't you think?" I replied. "Very nicely, even better than my mothers big dildo and its seven inches long," she replied. "Did you measure it?" I ask. "No, that's what it said on the box it came in. Do you have a ruler?" she inquired. "On the desk," I replied. She pulled off him, letting him flop against my belly as she headed out in to the living room. I wondered at her curiosity. I actually had never measured him, I simply knew I was bigger than the average man and left it at that. She came back, crawled up on the bed and took him in her hand. "Now my pretty one, lets see just how big you are," she said as she lifted him up. "You can't get a good measurement if he is not hard can you?" I ask. "I can take care of that," she replied and took him in her mouth. I didn't think she would be able to raise him after the work out he had just been through but then I underestimated the power of this beautiful young women and watched as she stroked and sucked him back to his full hardness. "My mother will never believe this," she murmured to herself as she put the ruler next to him. "What?" I ask. "Amos your cock is just under nine inches long and I bet he is all of that just before he shoots," she replied. "Does he get bigger then?" I ask. "Wonderfully so," she replied as she put her leg over me and sat down, wiggling until the lips of her pussy were spread around him, not putting him in, just sliding up and down him. "What makes you think your mother will not believe I'm that big?" I ask. "She told me about my real daddy, she said he had the biggest cock she had ever seen and it was almost eight inches long," she replied. "What of your step father?" I ask. "She has never said other than to say she married a dud," she replied. "That the reason for her collection of dildo's?" I ask. "That and the fact that he can't get it up," she replied. "Well you said she married him for his money, apparently it doesn't matter that much to her," I replied. "It doesn't most of the time, not until she watches you, that's the way I found you, I caught her using her big dildo as she watched you through her binoculars," she replied. Her description of her mother using the dildo on herself as she spied on me and the ministrations the lips of her pussy were giving my cock had caused him to harden, enough so that she was able too slip him back into her love tunnel. "I love your big cock Amos, I simply love him, do all men have such big cocks?" she ask. "I'm afraid not, there are men with longer and bigger cocks than mine Rachael, probably not many, but there are some," I replied. "I don't want anything any bigger than what I have right now and I have him right where I want him thank you very much," she said. "Your insatiable," I said "You think so?" she replied. "I know so," I said. "Amos, have you ever fucked a man, I mean fucked a man in the ass like you did me?" she ask. "I have," I replied. "Have you ever let a man fuck you?" she ask. "No" I replied, "Why do you ask?" "My mother thinks my step father likes it that way," she replied. "Really, what makes her think that, does she thinks he's gay?" I ask. "She caught him using one of her dildos up his butt once," she replied. "What did she do?" I ask. "Nothing, he doesn't know she saw him," she replied as she pulled off me and headed for the bath room. I laid there wondering about this family, wondered about her mother introducing her to the pleasure of her dildo's, yet she said she was on birth control pills, she had apparently planned on fucking a real cock some time soon, had she planned on it being mine??? I had seen her mother enough times to know who she was but couldn't remember ever seeing her step father, at least not to know who he was. Now Rachael wanted to stay with me and said her mother wanted my cock, it made me wonder just where all this was headed. One day at a time Amos, one day at a time I thought. "Are you hungry little one?" I ask when she came back. "Quite frankly I'm starved," she replied. "Do you like steak?" I ask. "I love it, do you have a grill?" she ask. "I do indeed, on the back deck," I replied. She walked to the back of the cabin an opened the slider and stepped out on the deck, "You have a hot tub!!!" she exclaimed, "can I try it?". "Of course you can, your already dressed for it," I replied. "In the buff you mean," she giggled. "Yes you little nymph, in the buff," I replied as I took her in my arms and kissed her. I rolled the top of the tub back and helped her in, watching her as she settled herself on one of the seats and laid back until the water was up to her neck. "This is heaven," she said. "Good, you soak while I start the grill, you want a salad or a baked potato with your steak?" I ask. "Can I have both?" she countered. "You may," I replied. It would take a bit to thaw out the steaks, just enough time to put the potatoes in the upper part of the grill and let them start to bake, the salad being the easy part. I walked over to the tub. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked her. "Are you going to have something?" she asked. "I thought I might have a single malt," I replied. "That's scotch isn't it?" she asked. "It is, have you tried it?" I asked. "That's what my mother and step father drink, I usually just have a glass of wine but I would love to try some scotch with you," she replied. "It might make you loose our inhabitations you know" I said. "Oh dear God, that would be terrible," she giggled. I poured us both a drink of 12 year old Glenlivet and joined her in the tub, sitting on the edge with my feet and legs in the water. She took her drink and sipped it carefully, tasting it, then sipped again. "Mmmm, I like that, she said. "Good, just sip it slowly, it's made to enjoy," I replied. "Like lots of things you have Amos," she said. "Oh, like?" I ask. "Your body and your beautiful cock" she said as she slipped between my legs and took my cock in her hand, stroking him for a bit and then taking him in her mouth. Rachael had ask if she could stay with me and I wondered at the possibility. Could I possibly keep up with this young nymph, would she lose interest if my staff lost its ability to get hard and fill her ravenous desires, then there was her mother, was she as much of a nymph as her daughter, time would tell. I had learned long ago to just enjoy the moment, enjoy today, the present, right now, which I was doing as Rachel pulled off my cock, took a sip of scotch and took him back in her mouth. "Know what?" she ask as she pulled off him again. "What?" "Cock and Scotch is a wonderful combination". Dear God I had created a monster... 　 The autumn air turned chilly as the sun went down, enough so that you needed a robe of some sort. I put on my terrycloth beach robe and found Rachel one of my flannel shirts that would have covered her nakedness if she had buttoned it, she didn't. Rachael was a beautiful women, just watching her go in and out of the cabin as she gathered the things to set the table for us caused a stirring in my loins. I surprised myself actually, I had never had a problem getting an erection but this young lady was putting 'Ole George' on overtime. She came up behind me, slipped her arms around me and laid her head against my back. "Are there any young men like you Amos?" she ask. "Probably not pretty one, not just like me anyway, haven't you met anyone in college that might fit the bill?" I asked. "My age, no, a couple of the professors are nice but the guys my age are a bunch of jerks, always trying to impress everyone with there superior intelligence and always hitting on you, not like you, I practically raped you," she said. "I didn't put up much of a fight as I recall," I replied. "Your big cock seemed to like it," she giggled and took him in her hand. "He did indeed and if you don't like your steak burned you best stop that," I said. I hadn't been around many women Rachel's age as life aboard ship didn't attract that many, at least not with the American Merchant Marine. I answered her many questions as we ate, finally going inside as the sun set and the temperature dropped. I poured us another single malt, turned on the gas to start the logs in the fire place and pulled her down on the couch with me. "How long were you at sea Amos?" she ask. "Most of my life it seems, but actually just over thirty years," I replied. "There's a picture of two women on the mantle, who are they?" she ask. "My wife and my daughter," I replied. "But you here alone, what happened to them?" she ask. "My wife died of cancer and my daughter is somewhere in South America, she's a missionary or something, I really don't know, I haven't seen her for several years," I replied. "You don't seem bothered about it," she replied. "She has her own life Rachael, just as you do, she was free to do as she pleased and she did," I replied. "You never tried to stop her?" she ask. "I helped her weigh the pros and cons of what she wanted to do, the final decision was up to her," I replied. "Like with me?" she ask. "Yes, like with you," I replied. "Does that mean I can stay here if I want?" she ask. "Lets just say you can go and come as you please," I replied. "I like the cuming part," she said as she leaned forward, took off her shirt and pulled a blanket over us, pressing her naked body against mine. The malt along with the fire took its toll and caused us both to drift off until the fire died down and the room lost it's warmth. I carried her to bed, pulled the down comforter over us and pulled her close to me, I could get use to this I thought as Rachael took my staff in her hand and wiggle herself tight against me, her leg over me, her mound against my leg. I slipped out of bed the next morning, went to the head, (the bathroom to you land lovers) and made the coffee. It was a beautiful morning, the sun just breaking over the horizon as I walked down to the lake and dove off the end of the dock. How many times had I woke during the night, woke to find Rachael caressing me with her hands and her mouth, finally turning on her side and guiding my cock into her body, working slowly back until he was seated as deep as he could possibly go, then uttering a long sigh she drifted back to sleep. That's the way I had woke up this morning, my half hard cock still nestled in her love canal. She whimpered as I pulled out of her, her hand reaching behind her trying to find me and hold me there. The memory was vivid in my mind as I swam, vivid to the point I could still feel her, feel her womb gripping my cock, her hips working ever so slightly back and forth even in her sleep, I started to harden as I swam. 'Your nuts Amos', a small voice said in my brain, 'just fuck her and send her away like you have done with the others, fuck her and her mother, maybe even give the old man a poke or two, don't fuck up your life by getting emotional' it said. Right, I thought, where could it possibly lead anyway, an old man with a young girl, don't be so fucking naive, I would be dead and gone before she reached the prime of her life but most of all it would not be fair to her. I turned around and started back to my cabin, not thinking actually, just swimming as hard as I could, working my muscles until they started to sting then easing off and coasting along on my back as I approached my dock. Rachael was standing on the end of the dock, standing along side another women, Rachael in the shirt I had loaned her, the other women in a three quarter length beach rode. I swam to the end of the dock and looked up at them. "Good Morning Amos, look who came looking for me," Rachael said. "Good Morning Amos," Rachael's mother said. "Good Morning Mrs. McCullough" I replied. "Jean Amos, please call me Jean," she responded. "Very well, good morning Jean," I replied as took hold of the end of the dock and looked up at them. Jean was standing directly above me, giving me an unobstructed view up under her robe, mother was as naked as her daughter. I walked down the dock until I could step up on it and took the towel Rachael handed me. "When did you call your mother"? I ask. "She didn't Amos, I tried calling her and got no answer so I drove up this morning to make sure she was alright and found her note that said she was over her, I saw you swimming and decided I would come meet you," her mother said. Rachael dropped her shirt on the dock, walked over to her mother, untied the belt of her robe and pulled it off her shoulders leaving her standing as naked as she and I. She put her arm around me, took my cock in her hand and stroked him for a bit then turned back to her mother, "You can stop wondering now mother, he is even bigger than you thought, come feel him" she said. "My dear God, he is huge" she exclaimed as Rachael's stroking started him to harden. Autumn Days Ch. 03 Reading Chapter Two is a must to understand Chapter three, enjoy. * Jean McCullough was the older version of her daughter, the same reddish blond hair, maybe a pound or two heavier but with all of it in the right places. Her breasts were larger than Rachael's, the nipples on each getting hard as she watched her daughter stroke my hardening cock. She licked her lips and ran her hand over her breasts, taking the nipples between her fingers, pulling and twisting them as she watched her daughter stroke me. Rachael had said she and her mother had wondering how big my cock was when it was hard, fantasying on how it would feel inside their cunts, apparently this morning was show and tell, Rachel had come to find out, now like her daughter, Jean had come to find out. I had expected Rachael to call and invite her mother sometime today, but Jean said Rachael had left her a note, apparently she knew her mother was coming and would be looking for her, seemed to me this had all been planned before today, made me wonder. Rachael had ask if I would screw her mother if she came up and from the way she was acting this morning I guess she assumed I would, seemed a bit forward of the young lady to take it for granted but what the hell, in for a penny in for a pound. Rachael continued to stroke me, her mother running a finger down the crease between her legs and touching her clit, her other hand still playing with her nipples which caused me to harden to my full extent as her daughter continued to stroke me. She was a women in heat, the fire's intensity fueled by her daughter's actions. "Come feel him mother, feel how hard he is," Rachael teased. Jean came closer and put her hand next to Rachael's, never taking her eyes off him. "Oh my dear God!!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe how big you are." "He's bigger than Daddy's was then?" Rachael ask. "Honey, he is longer and bigger around than anything I have ever seen, my fingers won't reach around him," she replied. "I know mother," Rachael replied, "wait until he puts it in you're cunt, never mind your ass." "You took this in your ass?" Jean ask. "I did once but I never will again," Rachael replied. Rachael ran her hand down over her mothers tummy and in between her mothers legs, "Your soaking wet mother," she said. "Of course I am, I have never seen such a beautiful cock and it makes me wet. "You don't know how many times I have watched you Amos, how many times I have wanted to feel this in me, I have never wanted a cock so bad in my life," she said as she pushed Rachael's hand away, leaned down and took him in her mouth. She went to her knees, sucking and stoking my cock with one hand the other between her legs playing with her pussy. Rachael watched her mother for a bit then pulled her up, turned her around and put her hands on the dock railing, "Bend over mother, bend over so he can fuck you, that's what you want isn't it, you want him to fuck you don't you, you want his big cock in your cunt don't you mother," Rachael taunted her. "Yes, oh yes, oh my god yes!!" Jean exclaimed as she spread her legs a bit and bent over the rail, her bare ass directly in front of me. "Put it in her Amos, fuck her silly," Rachael said as she guided my cock between her mothers buttocks and against the lips of her cunt. "Oh my god," Jean exclaimed as the head slipped between the lips of her cunt , opening her, stretching her as it went deeper. I took her hips in my hands, using my thumbs to pull her buttocks apart as I pushed further into her, gently working back and forth, holding her open as my cock slipped deeper and deeper into her molten cavern. She was wet with anticipation. "Oh my, oh, oh my god, oh please be gentle Amos, you're so deep, so wonderfully deep, oh damn, how much more is there, oh Jesus, oh shit, oh Amos, I don't think I can take it all," she groaned. Rachael was standing beside us, caressing first me and then her mother, one hand between my legs fondling my testicles the other pushing on my ass urging me on. "Give it to her Amos, fuck the bitch, fuck her like she has never been fucked before, make her your slut like you have me, fuck her darling, fuck her until she can't walk," she said. I eased my way into her with a series of short strokes, going deeper each time until I was all the way in, the head of my cock pushing against the very bottom of her womb, well beyond where any real cock had ever gone, causing her to throw her head back and utter a muffled scream through her clinched teeth. I held her against me, flexing my cock, stretching her, making her wince in pain for a second but even then she backed into me, she had wanted my cock, and she had it, she had it all. I pulled back slightly and started fucking her, pulling back until only the head remained in her cunt, then driving back until my hips pushed against her buttocks. I fucked her this way, fucked her hard, caught up in the lust she and her daughter had generated. Rachael had relieved my testicles earlier so the need to cum was not even close as I pumped repeatedly into her. She put her hand between her legs and ran her fingers around her cunt lips, feeling my cock go in and out of her, then rubbed her clit, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm as I fucked her. I held her by her hips, fucking her hard, my cock deep in her throbbing cunt until she said, "No more Amos, no more, please, I can't take anymore, please no more now, let me rest a bit,". I put my arm around Rachael as I pulled out of her mother, turned her to the rail and stepped behind her, took her hips I my hands and pushed slowly into her dripping cunt, just as she had prompted me to do to her mother. "Oh fuck yes, give it to me Amos, fuck me, fuck me Amos, fuck me, fuck me!!" she exclaimed. I granted her wish, driving into her repeatedly then holding her tight against my hips as my cock exploded, pumping several strings of sperm as deep as they could possibly go, the head of my cock against her cervix causing her to go over the top and cum with me. Jean was watching me fuck her daughter, one hand on the rail the other between her legs, her finger rubbing her clit and I was sure joining us in one final climax. Their fantasy had been fulfilled, there was nothing more to wonder about now, they had both been fucked and fucked hard, filled with cock, filled with the cock they had both fantasized about, the only difference being Rachael had felt my sperm wash her cunt, something I was certain Jean would feel in the very near future. I pulled out of Rachael, walked to the end of the dock and dove into the lake, rolling onto my back as I surfaced, letting the water support me. Jean and her mother wadded out in to the lake, working there way out toward me. The water was shallow enough for me to stand which I did as they got closer. They stood next to me, putting their arms around me and pressing their bodies against me. Jean ran her hand down my stomach and took hold of my cock, "Amos your positively amazing, you fucked both of us and your still half hard, I have never known a man that could do that, " she said. "Motivation has a great deal to do with it Jean, it's not often I get to make love to two beautiful women," I replied. "Do you think you could get use to it?" she ask. "There is that possibility," I replied. I wrapped the towel Rachael had brought around me and followed the two of them up to the cabin, holding each others hands as they walked, two extraordinarily beautiful women, both seemly obsessed with my cock, or was it any cock, made me wondered. There was a large thermos of coffee and a box of fresh muffins waiting for us on the deck, another indication they had arranged all this before today. "This is a surprise" I said, "just how long have you two been planning this?" I ask. "A long time Amos," Jean replied, "I have watched you come down and swim almost every summer morning since you moved here and that's three years now". "I never knew that mother," Rachael said, "you would have never told me if I hadn't caught you would you?" "You were away Rachael and actually I was ashamed to admit I lusted after something I thought I could never have, and Amos I apologize to you, you must think I'm some sort of brazen slut," Jean replied. "On the contrary Jean, if I had seen you and Rachael naked I would have reacted the same way, always wondering," I replied. "But men are that way aren't they, always wondering what a women would look like naked and how she would be in bed," Jean replied. "Some men I suppose," I answered. "You don't?" she ask. "As a passing thought maybe, I don't dwell on it," I replied. "But your so well endowed, I would think finding a women to enjoy would be something you thought about constantly," she answered. "Only if I chance to meet an extraordinarily beautiful women, like the two of you, then I, like you, I would wonder how she would be in bed," I replied. "Have you had many women Amos?" she ask. "Several," I replied. "He admits to over twenty mother," Rachael said. "My God," her mother exclaimed. We sat sipping our coffee and nibbling on the muffins, each thinking our own thoughts, my eyes taking in their nakedness. Jean could certainly not deny Rachael being her daughter, they could easily passed as twins if you took Jean's age into account. I wondered about her, this beautiful women resigned to lusting after a man she had seen only though her binoculars, what of her husband. "Jean, Rachael said her father was killed in Vietnam, was he in the army?" I ask. "Yes, an Army chopper pilot, actually the squadron commander," she replied. "Do you know how he died?" I ask. "Only what the Army told me Amos, they said he took a flight of choppers into an area that was known for hostile fire, he didn't come back," she said. "I'm sorry," I replied. "Don't be Amos, Rachael's father was so full of his own self importance that very few of his own men liked him, I don't know if they pushed him out of the chopper or if it was actually shot down, he wanted to be a hero, wear a chest full of medals and would do damn near anything to achieve that goal," she replied. "Mother you never told me any of this," Rachael said. "Rachael you were only two years old when it happened, you never new him, he never even so much as held you in his arms," she replied. Rachael looked at her mother, "Did you ever love him?" she ask "Love, define love Rachael, I loved his flamboyant way, the dashing way he presented him self and I loved his big cock, he took my virginity Rachael, he took it and after a while he used me to get promoted, he shared me with his superiors, I was his whore Rachael, nothing but his common whore," the words coming almost as a sob. "I'm sorry mother, I have always wondered why you never talked about him," Rachael replied.. "Rachael, you were all I had of something that had a bad ending, there was no need for you to know all the details about him," Jean replied. "But you married Ted," Rachael replied. "We not married Rachael, Ted is gay. It's a long story and I'm sorry I have never told you this before, I was Ted's private secretary before I met your father and continued to work for him until you were born. When your father was listed as missing in action he took us in to his home and looked after us through some awful times, he opened his home to us Rachael, he watched you grow up and loves you as much as if you were his own daughter," Jean said. "Have you ever had sex with him?" Rachael ask. "Orally, nothing more," Jean replied. I wasn't particularly interested in listening to any more of their family history, excused my self and headed for the kitchen to find some breakfast or brunch actually after I looked at the clock. Breakfast was my favorite meal and my stomach was reminding me it was past that time. I had no idea what the ladies liked, they seemed content with coffee and muffins so I cooked for myself and added a little extra just in case. I could pick up bits and pieces of their conversation as I cooked, questions from Rachael, halting explanations by her mother, Rachael asking about her father, then Jean trying to explain her relationship with Ted. Life does take on some complex complications, Rachael confirming her step father was gay, she just thought he might be, and if he was then Jean was either getting her sexual needs met somewhere else or depending on her collection of dildo's for her sexual release. Rachael said she and Jean had shared them on occasion, I wondered if Jean had shared them with Teddy boy. I didn't realize they had come into the kitchen, until one of them slipped her arms around me and ask what I was cooking. "Bacon, egg and cheese on a toasted bagel," I replied. "Can you make another one?" Rachael ask. "Make that two more if it's not a problem," Jean added. "It's not if you make a fresh pot of coffee," I replied. They did dress before we sat down to eat, well sort of, each slipping into one of my shirts that they didn't bother to button. The conversation drifted between my cabin and theirs, if I had another home, did I intend to winter over here. I was a bit non-committal and truthfully so, as I didn't know if the shipping company I worked for would call me or not, if they did I would be gone for most of the winter, if not, then yes, I would winter over on the lake. Breakfast done, the three of us headed back out on the deck to take advantage of the morning sun, still warm even though it was the end of September, the beginning of autumn on the lakes. They sat across from me in one of the last remaining wicker gliders, swinging lazily back and forth. "Rachael says you were a sailor Amos, were you in the Navy?" Jean ask. "Until I retired and my wife passed away, then I went to sea on a container ship," I replied. "Amos you don't seem the kind of man that would have been anything less than the Captain, am I correct?" Jean ask. "You are," I replied. "What year did you graduate from the academy?" she ask. "I didn't Jean, I was a mustang, I started out as a seaman apprentice and worked my way up from there," I replied. "I don't think you could have done that in the Army could you?" she ask. "You could have, but it would have been rare as it was in my case, war has a way of making things happen if your in the right place at the right time," I replied. "You seem reluctant to talk about your life Amos, is there a reason?" Jean ask. "Not really, not many people are that interested," I replied. "You mean little miss question's here didn't grill you?" she ask. "I tried mother and got no further than you have," Rachael replied. I filled our coffee cups and sat back down. "My past, and both of yours, is something to always remembered, however painful, however wonderful, but it shouldn't dictate your life today, everyday is the beginning of a new adventure, something you look forward to when you wake up, something that makes you want to dive into the lake, walk in the woods, something that makes your body come alive," I said. "Like making love to your neighbor," Jean said. "If that's what makes you come alive," I replied. "Well it certainly did this morning, more alive than I have ever been actually," she replied. Rachael had been quiet for some time, trying to comprehend what she had learned about her mother I guess, trying to understand the complications of life, her mothers, mine, and most of all, hers. "Mother, did Daddy actually get promoted because you did his superiors?" Rachael ask. "I don't know Rachael, I do know promotions back then were hard to come by, and I was not the only one that peddled my body to advance my husband's career, if it did any good, I will never know, but he did get promoted," Jean responded. She turned to me. "Did that sort of thing happen in the Navy Amos?" she ask. "I'm sure it did, but I was not a part of it, I was never part of that group," I replied. "Were you married then Amos?" Jean ask. "No, not until much later, after I retired," I replied. "Might I ask what you were in the Navy Amos?" Jean ask. "I was a Navy Seal," I replied. "Is that where you got the scars on your body?" she ask. "Some of them," I replied. The sun was nearing high noon, the final days of the tanning time in the north country, if you wanted the suns rays it was 'last call' and both Rachael and her mother took advantage of it. Both took off what little clothing they had on, took the cushions off the deck chairs and stretched out on the deck. I don't know if they planned it, it didn't matter, but they laid down with their feet toward me, giving me an unrestricted view up their legs and the valley between the cheeks of their butts and a hint of their womanly treasure. "Amos do have any sun screen?" Jean ask. "I do, do you think you need it?" I ask. "If you don't mind, Rachael and I both have very sensitive skin and burn very easily," she answered. I retrieved a bottle from the deck storage cabinet and offered it to her. "Would you put some on my back?" Jean ask. "And when you finished would you do me to?" Rachael chimed in. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know where this was going and I was not about to object. I worked my way between them, poured a generous amount of lotion on each one of their backs and using a hand on both, spread the lotion on their backs. I wondered at their response as I worked my way down their backs and I stopped at their waist line then did down the sides of their bodies and their arms. "Don't forget my butt and my legs Amos," Jean said. "Mother did you really think he would, he's teasing you," Rachael giggled. "How do you know that?" Jean ask. "I know him mother, he will tease you until you beg him to fuck you and then tease you some more until you can't stand it any longer," Rachael replied. "Did he do that to you?" Jean ask. "Yes mother, several times and I came the second his cock touched my cunt, he didn't even put it in, it just touched me," she replied. "Will you do that to me Amos?" Jean ask. "Is that what you want?" I ask as I poured lotion on her buttocks and let it run down her crack. I used both hands this time as I moved over and straddled her legs, working the lotion into her buttocks with both hands then followed it down between her legs and over her rectum. "Oh god" she exclaimed as my fingers touched her there. I raised up enough to push her legs apart so I could kneel between them and started rubbing oil on her thighs, working ever closer but never touching her pussy lips, even when she raised her hips up to my touch. I stopped and moved over to Rachael causing Jean to whimper, "Don't stop now, please,"... "You are a mean man Amos, " Rachael said, soft enough so her mother couldn't hear. "You think?" I replied. "I know you are and I love it, make her beg, make her a slut like you did me you bastard," she replied. "Will you help me?" I ask. "What, help you make her beg?" she ask. "Yes, make her beg and then both of us can suck her and fuck her stupid," I replied. "If you promise to fuck me in the process, she replied. "That's a given pretty one," I replied. Rubbing and caressing the two of them had given cause for my appendage to come alive, not rock hard but hard enough that he had the capability of giving both ladies a turn about if you will. I did the same thing to Rachael that I had done to her mother except when I knelt between her legs I pushed them wide enough that the head of my cock touched the lips of her cunt. She pushed back and I pulled away, she pushed back and I pulled away further. "You bastard," she whispered. Autumn Days Ch. 03 I went back to her mother, turned her over on her back and poured lotion on her breasts and her tummy. "Do my tits good Amos, I love to have them caressed," she said. "Do you really, do you like to have them sucked?" I ask. "Oh god yes," she replied. "Do you like to have you cunt sucked?" I ask her as I ran my hand down between her legs and touched her cunt lips. "Yes, oh shit yes," she exclaimed. "Which do you like best, to be sucked or to be fucked?" I ask her. "I don't know, just do one or the other, please, do it, do my cunt, I want to cum so fucking bad," she said. "What if I said you can't cum until you suck my cock?" I ask. "Then let me have it Amos, let me suck him, just make me cum," she whined. "Will you suck your daughters cunt while I fuck you Jean?" I ask. "I will do anything you want, just let me cum, oh please, do me, make me cum," she cried. Rachael straddled her mother's head, took her legs in her hands and pulled them up to her, exposing her cunt to me as she lowered her own cunt over her mouth, "Fuck her Amos, fuck the bitch, fuck her while she eats my cunt," Rachael said. I worked my way up between Jeans legs until the head of my cock was seated in her cunt, put my arms around Rachael and brought her lips to mine as I pushed slowly into the mother. "Are you going to cum in her?" Rachael ask. "No, not until I fuck you, " I replied. "Promise?" she ask. "Promise" I replied as I pushed farther into her mother. "Oh shit" Rachael exclaimed. "What?" I ask. "She's making me cum," she replied. "So is she," I replied as I pushed all the way into Jean's throbbing cunt as she convulsed in orgasm after orgasm. I held on to Rachael, partly to keep her from collapsing and partly to keep her from smothering her mother, lifting her up as she let go of her mothers legs. Jean's face was covered with her daughters juice, her eyes closed, her breath returning slowly back to normal. "Amos," she called. "Yes Jean," I replied. "Can I get on top of you, I have always wanted to fuck a man with a cock as big as yours, I have dreamed about it and now I have one, can I please, let me sit on your wonderful cock and do the things I have dreamed about?" she ask. "Mother, I have to tell you, he gets bigger the longer you fuck him, if you were full before you will be fuller now," Rachael said. I pulled out of her and laid down on Rachael's mat. Jean sat up, took my cock in her hand and stroked him. "I have never seen such a magnificent cock," she said as she moved over me and guided him into her cunt. "You're a beautiful women Jean" I said as she worked her way down my shaft, taking it a little at a time, savoring each bit until the lips of her pussy spread out around his very base. "I wish I had met you 30 years ago Amos," she said as she sat up straight, taking all of me into her womb. "Is he the biggest you've ever had mother, ever?' Rachael ask. "Yes love, he is the biggest and I envy you for having him to be your first, my god what a cock this is," exclaimed as she worked her self back and forth. She put her hands on my chest to give herself more leverage as she worked her up self up and down my cock. "It's so good, so fucking good, come in me Amos, fill me with your cum, I want all of you," she said. "Do it Amos, fuck her full," Rachael said. Jean slammed her cunt down on me, taking every bit of my cock as deep as it could possibly go, her cunt gripping me as she reached the top of her mountain, "Yes, yes, oh my god yes, cum Amos, cum in me" she exclaimed. I granted the ladies request, my cock squirting rope after rope of cum as the muscles of her womb milked me, gripping me, then relaxing, then gripping me again until she collapsed on top of me. "You've created a monster Amos," Rachael said. "You think?" I replied. "I know," she replied. "How about you?" I ask. "You already know that don't you?" she said as her mother pulled off me. "Do you want him now?" her mother ask. "You know I do," she replied. "Then take him honey, take him while he is still hard," her mother said as she took him in her hand and held him up for her. Rachael straddled me, waited until her mother centered my cock in the her cunt then lowered her self down taking advantage of the slick coating of cum her mother and I had left on him. "MMM, I do love your cock Amos, even if he is not fully hard," she said as she wiggled her self around to get him all inside. "Is she better than me Amos?" Jean ask. "What if I said she was?" I countered. "I don't know, I actually didn't expect an answer I guess," she replied. "Mother, he fucked you, he filled you with cum, now he is fucking me and he will fill me with his cum eventually, he loves to fuck and he is better at it then anyone you have ever had, lets just enjoy it while we can" her daughter replied. They did until the phone rang a couple days later informing me my ship would be arriving at the Newark New Jersey terminal four day from today. The autumn days were over for this year, maybe spring would come early...