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Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 01 Ch. 01

By: julybear7



this story, like life often does, took an unexpected turn for the writer; i.e., this is not the story I planned to write when I started. It is, however, in my view, a satisfying story, and I hope it will find its audience. Still, there is the story I had planned to write, waiting to be told. That second version will be posted in a week or so. Jb7

Paid to Seduce his Mother (v. 1)

Part I

It was the last Thursday in May. Mike Jacoby grinned as he turned down Belle Vista Drive, the street to his house, and with good reason. The culinary team of seniors at the Chefs Institute he had led in the final competition not only had been judged best overall, they had led in all the judging categories, including teamwork. 

Better than that, though, was that he had been voted Most Valuable Team Member, for stepping in and taking over when the original team leader had to withdraw. Using ingredients already purchased, he had totally revamped the menu and reassigned personnel to best take advantage of their individual strengths.

Aside from a modest cash prize and bragging rights, because of their overwhelming win, his team had been excused from the final week of school, and the massive clean-up that entailed. He had the entire summer off until he began his new job, with the region's best known gourmet restaurant, right here in his home town.

He hadn't alerted any of his family he was coming home a week early. His plan was to sneak in today and prepare them a scaled down version of the dinner his team had produced, all based on recipes he had created. 

The family home was at the end of the cul de sac and occupied the entire southern half of the traffic circle at the end. There were no immediate neighbors in back, or on either side of the house, with at least two lots between his house and the closest ones. As he pulled into the traffic circle, he saw an unfamiliar silver Acura in front of his house. He used his remote to open the garage and drove in to hide his 5 year-old SUV. Surprised to find the garage empty, he grabbed his cooking supplies and let himself into the house through the kitchen entrance.

As he placed his groceries on the kitchen table, he heard a woman's voice, encouraging someone to fuck her harder and faster. He followed the sounds into the living room where he saw a strange redhead obviously riding someone's dick; a someone who was currently hidden from his view by the sofa. 

The redhead was young, no older than Mike, with shoulder length hair. Her breasts, a very full C, were capped by thick, dime-sized nipples a little darker than her hair. Mike stepped into the room to see the lucky recipient of her actions, and to find out how they got into the house for their tryst.

"Excuse me," he started, and stopped, dumbfounded.

"Mike! What the fuck are you doing here?" shouted the man, sitting up, and, consequently, dumping the redhead to the floor.

"Dad? Well, I sure as hell don't have to ask you that question. What's going on? Where's Mom? And who the fuck is this?" he demanded.

"Uhh, oh, hmm. Marty, you better get dressed and leave us alone. My son and I obviously need to have a talk. I'll see you at the office tomorrow."

"OK, Mr Jacoby, if you say so," she answered, giving Mike as appraising glance, "but I could do both of..."

"Tomorrow, I said, Marty; now be a good girl and get out of here." She pouted, looking at Mike, as she stood up, revealing a matching auburn landing strip.

Mike shook his head, wanting to not believe what he was seeing and hearing. He turned and walked back into the kitchen and began putting his supplies away. He no longer felt like cooking, and, busy, didn't hear Harry, his father, come into the room. 

"I guess I have some explaining to do," Harry said, announcing his arrival.

"You always did have a knack for pointing out the obvious, Dad." Mike glanced over his shoulder to look at his father, standing in the doorway in plaid boxer briefs.

"With you kids gone, your mother and I, well we...I mean, I, uh, errr, ah, oh, shit!" he stammered. "We just don't seem to have anything in common anymore. We don't go anywhere, do anything, together. Our sex life is...whenever I've approached her, she's turned a cold shoulder, said she didn't feel good, or was too tired, or...just didn't want to," he said with a defeatist shrug. "So, I've found other..."

"I get the picture, Dad, and if that's true, I can't blame you." Mike turned to look at his father. "But, Jesus Christ, Dad, on the living room floor!? What if it had been Mom who walked in? Or Ellie? Talk about shit hitting a fan!

"Are you two getting a divorce? Has Mom moved out?"

"I...I...I don't know, about the divorce. We both still live here, but it's like roommates, or worse, brother and sister. I sleep in the guest room, now. I've told her I want a divorce, but she won't even discuss it."

"Does she know you're..."

"No, not that I'm sure, but I imagine she suspects. I'm home every night, sometimes late, but...this was the first time I've brought anybody here. I had to take my car into the shop and asked Marty to drive me back. When I mentioned I lived nearby, she asked to see the house, and..."

"TMI, Dad. Any idea why Mom is so resistant to the divorce?"

Harry shrugged. "Afraid of being alone? I don't know. We got married a month before she graduated from high school. You were just starting to show; oops, didn't know that, did you? I started the company, made my son and got married in a six month period. Except for the marriage, everything else has turned out pretty damn good. Even that was good until fairly recently."

"You don't see any hope for the two of you?" Harry stuck out his lower lip as he did when considering weighty matters, and slowly shook his head. Mike took a deep breath, smelling an opportunity for something he had dreamt about since he was fourteen.

"You know, I should tell Mom about this." He held up his hands to stop his father's angry outburst. "I said should, not would. If what you have told me about her is true, then I have a proposal for you. 

"I'll keep your secret, and keep mom off your back. In addition, I'll broker a divorce by end of summer on fair terms." Harry looked at him, his head cocked to the side, interest and curiosity evident.

"Yeah? Go on."

"If things are as bad you say, you need a go-between. I'm the one person you can both trust, who has both your best interests at heart." Harry nodded. 

"You or Ellie, but okay; go on."

"She leaves for her junior year abroad next Wednesday; she won't be here.

I'm the only game in town, at least the only one you'll both listen to with an open mind.

"If I'm going to do this, there are some things I need from you. You'll need to pay me a fair wage so I don't have to work over summer, and to pay my expenses to entertain Mom. And, this is a biggie, no matter what happens, whether you accept the settlement I propose or not, when you file for divorce, you cannot cite any of our summer activities as a cause. Plus, I need you to sign a statement that you know about my activities, and agreed to them."

"What the fuck... you want me to say I approve of what you're gonna be doing, and pay for it? Then you better goddam explain..." Mike saw his father's face begin to turn red, a danger sign.

"Easy, Dad; if you're right, and I think you may be, that Mom is afraid of being alone, then she needs a course of confidence building. I'm going to spend the summer taking her out where she can be seen and experience being the target of men's attention. You have to admit, she's one of the best looking women in town. She has to made to see that."

"Oh, yeah, Harry grumbled. "I see what you mean. For a minute there, it sounded like you...never mind. Okay, draw up your paper and I'll sign it. Include your pay and that other stuff, too. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I need you to bail on the trip to the cabin this year. Or cut your trip short, to three or four days. Maybe you could take what's-her-name, Marty, on a business trip to Vegas or something," Mike said with a sly grin. 

The family owned a three room cabin about a three to four hour drive north, in New York, situated on a small lake in the middle of ten acres of light forest and meadowland. They kept the first three weeks of the summer season for themselves and rented it to employees and local business associates the rest of the season.

"What?" he exclaimed. "Are you trying to get me castrated. You know how your mother feels about that trip. No excuses. Especially this year, with Ellie being gone."

"I know. She thinks it's important to at least look like a family for a little bit each year. I want her angry enough to see divorce as the only real option. Besides, if you're around, it sort of limits what she'll think she can do, in terms of dressing and making herself attractive."

"What about your sister? How are you going to explain this to her?"

"By the time she gets back, it'll all be over. Besides, she's smarter about this stuff than I am. She probably already knows that everything isn't right between you two."

Harry reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. He looked at his son as he popped the top and took a long drink. "You really think you can do this?" 

"Mmhmm, but I'll warn you now, Dad. It ain't gonna be cheap. Giving Mom 55 percent of the company may have given you an edge in getting business, and in financing expansion, but it gives her access to your short curlies if she wants to be difficult."

"That's what I'm paying you for-- to make sure she isn't difficult. Do whatever you have to do." He finished his beer and tossed the empty into the trash on his way out of the room.

Mike nodded. "I intend to," he thought.

Part II

Shove a beat up fedora on his head and a stubby cigar in his mouth, and Harry Jacoby would look like the caricature of Boss Tweed. At five foot eight, and pushing 200 pounds, the 50 year-old businessman was not the man one would envision as the husband of Maggie Jacoby. 

Maggie wore flats, or one inch heels at most, to minimize the three inch advantage in height she had over him. As a teen, she had started on a career in fashion modeling, looking like a younger version of Bo Derek, right down to the long ash blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Younger, and more willowy. At the time, Harry was positive the word willowy had been coined just to describe her.

Harry, twenty-seven then, was staying with his parents to lick his wounds after a locally sensational divorce. He had come home and discovered his now ex-wife in bed with their boss and his wife. The employer had paid a large sum of money to keep his name out of the case, but had offered no objection when his wife was named as co-respondent. Harry was given the house and furnishings, which he quickly sold, and the newer car, but it had cost him his job. 

Maggie, at the time, was in her last semester of high school. Her family lived across the street from Harry's parents, so he had often seen her coming and going during the time he was home. One night they found themselves at the same holiday party. Her poise and sophistication led him to believe she was older than she was and he responded accordingly. 

She was flattered by the attention from the charming, older man and let herself be seduced. When her period didn't come the second time, she told him first, then the two of them told their parents together. While neither set was overjoyed, they accepted the situation and agreed to support the couple through the upcoming summer. By then, Harry figured, he could have his new mail order business established on the internet, and have a job to support his family while it grew.

She had continued to model right up until six weeks before her due date. Designers, photographers and retailers were in wonder at how chic she made the maternity dresses appear, even that late in her pregnancy. 

After Mike was born, Maggie became a hands-on presence in the company, beginning with filling orders and learning the books. It was while she was taking care of Mike, during his first six months, she decided to continue with her education. It took her until he was ten, but she finally got her MBA. Had it not been for Ellie, she often said, she could have done it in eight, but Harry had insisted on a second child.

It was Maggie's idea to position the company as 'woman-owned', giving it a slight edge when pursuing both government and not-for-profit business, and even some government loans and grants. Her parents had paid for the stock transfer using money from her college fund.

When it came to business, of Harry, it could be said he was fair, at least as fair as he had to be to get what he wanted. This often caused Maggie to shake her head in exasperation. She was more than willing to share, be it profit or praise, as long as the other parties were willing to share the risk and/or blame. 

Since Mike and his sister had both worked in the family business as soon as they could understand, they had often seen both techniques in action, Mike attributed much of his leadership success to the amalgam of his parents' leadership techniques he had absorbed.

Part III

Mike sat at his father's computer in his home office. He thought for a few minutes, then typed:

I have engaged the services of my son, Michael Jacoby, to help me convince my wife, Margaret Jacoby, that our marriage is unsalvageable and needs to be dissolved for both our sakes. He and I have discussed his aims in this matter and his methods to achieve them. I have given said aims and methods my approval. 

Based on his knowledge of the family, its assets and resources, he is to suggest a fair division of said assets and resources. 

Whether or not my wife and I agree to his suggested settlement, I have agreed that I will not cite as cause for divorce any of his or my wife's activities during the time he is engaged in this activity on my behalf. Any attempt to do so abrogates my rights to redress, and any claim to jointly held financial instruments. Further, I agree, in such circumstance, to pay all of her expenses in this matter.

I have agreed to pay my son minimum wage for his efforts, for twelve hours per day, from June 1 thru Sept 30, of this year, and to cover his reasonable expenses.

__________________________ Date____________________

Harold Jacoby

He read it, then re-read it twice, correcting typos and rewording it so it covered what he and his father had discussed. When he was satisfied, he printed out a single copy. Upstairs, he heard the shower shut off. He grabbed an envelope from his father's desk and went to the kitchen. 

Whistling a Sousa march, he started pulling out the supplies he had brought home. From his point of view, the summer just got one helluva a lot better.

Harry came into the kitchen, wearing khakis and a designer polo shirt. "What's got you so happy all of a sudden?"

Mike pointed to the single page agreement on the breakfast bar. Harry scanned it. "Minimum wage? You sure that's enough? Twelve hours a day! What the fuck are you going to be doing for twelve hours a day? Every day? For four months! Just what the fuck do you plan to do?"

Mike looked at his father. "You said since Ellie and I have been gone you've been trying to convince Mom to divorce you. That's been two years of your persuasive techniques. Mom may be feeling insecure about her future without you, but by now I'm sure there is also some anger I have to deal with. 

"Except for some logical times, I'm going to be her constant companion for the next four months. If I don't have her agreement by the end of September, I'll give you my wages back."

"Never mind that. If you can do it, it'll be worth it. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Harry picked up the pen and signed and dated the paper. Nodding, Mike folded it and sealed it in the envelope.

"I'm sure, Dad. Here, sign across the flap," he said, pointing across one side of the flap. He took the pen from his father and signed on the other side of the flap. "I'll put this where it's safe. When the divorce is final, I'll give it back to you to destroy. If you try to use anything that happens this summer against Mom, I'll show it to her and her lawyer. Just so you understand."

Harry looked at his son, stunned. Then he grinned. "I always worried about you; thought you were too soft dealing with people, like your mother. But shit, you're a chip off the old block, aren't you? This is something I'd do, given the chance." He laughed and turned to go to the den, to watch TV, never noticing the pile of groceries on the kitchen table.

Part IV

When Ellie had graduated from high school, Maggie had decided to cut back her time at the family business. She had claimed a need for a change as the reason, but it was really just being tired of smoothing over the feathers Harry ruffled as he dealt with customers, suppliers and employees. In her dealings with people locally, she had earned the respect of many local leaders and was asked to serve on several not-for-profit boards of directors. 

This afternoon, in addition to the regular monthly board meeting of a large umbrella social agency, she had had a transportation committee meeting dealing with providing low to no cost transportation for Medicaid eligible individuals with disabilities impacting their ability to travel. It was a problem everybody recognized, and one nobody wanted to deal with or be responsible for. She felt like she had been battling with a stone wall.

It was just five o'clock when she pulled up to the garage door. She blew out a breath of relief. Harry's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant he probably would not be home until bed time or later. She had given up caring, and was relieved she wouldn't have to deal with him tonight.

She opened the door of the Xc90 and slid out, closing and locking the door behind her. As she walked to the front door, she caught a trace of the mouth watering aroma of someone cooking some spicy chicken. "Mmm, that would be so good right now," she thought. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, to be immediately assailed with the much more concentrated aroma she had noticed outside.

"What on earth? Harry?" she called. "Harry, are you cooking? Where is your ca... Mike! What on earth are you doing home? Oh, my dear! I am so glad to see you, but..." She was babbling on in her happiness to see her first born child, hugging him around the neck, holding him close. 

She was so much in need of emotional support and someone with whom to just chat. As a young couple, she and Harry had been so wrapped up in the business, they had not been able to form any lasting meaningful personal friendships apart from the business. Even when the children came, relationships were centered around them and their needs. Because of her work during high school, she had also missed out in making those bonds which tended to last throughout life. Now, she had a plethora of acquaintances, all of which seemed to be tied to her work or community activities, but no real close friends, no one with whom she could sit down and just be Maggie.

Mike pulled his mother close, reveling in the touch of her. It was a full body hug, with close contact from hip to head, his arms around her shoulder blades. "Hey, Mom. Dinner will be ready in a half hour, more or less. Your wine is poured, so you just need to sit and relax for a little. Everything's all set."

She released him and turned to look into the dining room. The table was set for three. She felt herself tense, and took a deep breath and expelled it, forcing herself to relax. "Umm, I'm not sure when your..."

"Dad's in the den. He had to take his car into the shop. Someone from the office gave him a ride."


Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 01



This, as the title suggests, is the alternate version of my story with the same name. This part and the next are substantially the same as the extant version. The major deviation comes at the end of the next chapter

Part I

It was the last Thursday in May. Mike Nelson grinned as he turned south, on to Belle Vista Drive, the street to his house, and with good reason. The culinary team of seniors at the Chefs Institute he had led in the final competition not only had been judged best overall, they had led in all the judging categories, including teamwork.

Better than that, though, was that he had been voted Most Valuable Team Member, for stepping in and taking over when the original team leader had to withdraw. Using ingredients already purchased, he had totally revamped the menu and reassigned personnel to best take advantage of their individual strengths.

Aside from a modest cash prize and bragging rights, because of their overwhelming win, his team had been excused from the final week of school, and the massive clean-up that entailed. He had the entire summer off until he began his new job, with the region's best known gourmet restaurant, right here in his home town.

He hadn't alerted any of his family he was coming home a week early. His plan was to sneak in today and prepare them a scaled down version of the dinner his team had produced, all based on recipes he had created.

The family home was at the end of the cul de sac and occupied the entire southern half of the traffic circle at the end. There were no immediate neighbors in back, or on either side of the house, with at least two lots between his house and the closest ones. As he pulled into the traffic circle, he saw an unfamiliar silver Acura at the front door. He used his remote to open the garage and drove in to hide his 5 year-old SUV. Surprised to find the garage empty, he grabbed his cooking supplies and let himself into the house through the kitchen entrance.

As he placed his groceries on the kitchen table, he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice, encouraging someone to fuck her harder and faster. He followed the sounds into the living room where he saw a strange redhead obviously riding someone's dick; someone currently hidden from his view by the sofa.

The redhead was young, no older than Mike, with shoulder length hair. Her bouncing breasts, a very full C, were capped by thick, dime-sized nipples a little darker than her hair. Mike stepped into the room to see the lucky recipient of her actions, and to find out how they got into the house for their tryst.

"Excuse me," he started, and stopped, dumbfounded.

"Mike! What the fuck are you doing here?" shouted the man, sitting up and dumping the surprised redhead to the floor.

"Dad? Well, I sure as hell don't have to ask you that question. What's going on? Where's Mom? And who the fuck is this?" he demanded.

"Uhh, oh, hmm. Marty, you better get dressed and leave us alone. My son and I obviously need to have a talk. I'll see you at the office tomorrow."

"OK, Mr Nelson, if you say so," she answered, giving Mike an appraising glance, "but I could do both of..."

"Tomorrow, I said, Marty; now be a good girl and get the fuck out of here." She pouted, looking at Mike, as she stood up, revealing a matching auburn landing strip.

Mike shook his head, wanting to not believe what he was seeing and hearing. He turned and walked back into the kitchen and began putting his supplies away. He no longer felt like cooking, and, busy, didn't hear Harry, his father, come into the room.

"I guess I have some explaining to do," Harry said, announcing his arrival.

"You always did have a knack for pointing out the obvious, Dad." Mike glanced over his shoulder to look at his father, standing in the doorway in plaid boxer briefs.

"With you kids gone, your mother and I, well we...I mean, I, uh, errr, ah, oh, shit!" he stammered. "We just don't seem to have anything in common anymore. We don't go anywhere, do anything, together. Our sex life is...whenever I've approached her, she's turned a cold shoulder, said she didn't feel good, or was too tired, or...just didn't want to," he said with a defeatist shrug. "So, I've found other..."

"I get the picture, Dad, and if that's true, I can't blame you." Mike turned to look at his father. "But, Jesus Christ, Dad, on the living room floor!? What if it had been Mom who walked in? Or Ellie? Talk about shit hitting a fan!

"Are you two getting a divorce? Has Mom moved out?"

"I...I...I don't know, about the divorce. We both still live here, but it's like roommates, or worse, brother and sister. I sleep in the guest room, now. I've told her I want a divorce, but she won't even discuss it."

"Does she know you're..."

"No, not that I'm sure, but I imagine she suspects, if she even cares. I'm home every night, sometimes late, but...This was the first time I've brought anybody here. I had to take my car into the shop and asked Marty to drive me back. When I mentioned I lived nearby, she asked to see the house, and..."

"TMI, Dad. Any idea why Mom is so resistant to the divorce?"

Harry shrugged. "Afraid of being alone? I don't know. We got married a month before she graduated from high school. You were pretty obvious at that point; oops, didn't know that, did you?" he said with a short laugh. "I started the company, made my son and got married in a six month period. Except for the marriage, everything else has turned out pretty damn good. Even that was good until fairly recently."

"You don't see any hope for the two of you?" Harry stuck out his lower lip as he did when considering weighty matters, and slowly shook his head. Mike took a deep breath, smelling an opportunity for something he had dreamt about since he was fourteen.

"You know, I should tell Mom about this." He held up his hands to stop his father's angry outburst. "I said should, not would. If what you have told me about her is true, then I have a proposal for you.

"I'll keep your secret, and keep mom off your back. In addition, I'll broker a divorce by the end of summer on fair terms." Harry looked at him, his head cocked to the side, his interest and curiosity evident.

"Yeah? Go on."

"If things are as bad you say, you need a go-between. I'm the one person you can both trust, who has both your best interests at heart."

Harry nodded. "You or Ellie, but okay; go on."

"She leaves for her junior year abroad next Wednesday; she won't be here. I'm the only game in town, at least the only one you'll both listen to with an open mind." He paused to take a big breath, then proceeded.

"If I'm going to do this, there are some conditions you have to agree to. You'll need to pay me so I don't have to work over the summer, and to pay my expenses to entertain Mom. And, this is a biggy, no matter what happens, whether you accept the settlement I propose or not, when you file for divorce, you cannot cite any of our summer activities as a cause. Plus, I need you to sign a statement that you know about my activities, and agreed to them," he finished, letting out the remainder of his breath in a long, silent sigh.

"What the fuck... you want me to say I approve of what you're gonna be doing, and pay for it? Then you better goddam explain..." Mike saw his father's face begin to turn red, a danger sign.

"Easy, Dad; if you're right, and I think you may be, that Mom is afraid of being alone, then she needs a course of confidence building. I'm going to spend the summer taking her out where she can be seen and experience being the target of men's attention. You have to admit, she's one of the best looking women in town. She has to made to see that."

"Oh, yeah," Harry grumbled. "I see what you mean. For a minute there, it sounded like you...never mind. Okay, draw up your paper and I'll sign it. Include your pay and that other stuff, too. Anything else?"

"Yeah. You need to bail on the trip to the cabin this year. Or cut your trip short, to three or four days. You always hate it, anyway. Maybe you could take what's-her-name, Marty, on a business trip to Vegas or something," Mike said with a sly grin.

The family owned a large four-room cabin about a three to four hour drive north, in New York, situated on a small, private lake in the middle of eleven acres of light forest and meadowland. They kept the first three weeks of the summer season for themselves and rented it to employees and local business associates the rest of the season.

"Jeezus!" Harry laughed. "You trying to get me castrated? You know how your mother feels about that trip. No excuses. Especially this year, with Ellie being gone."

"I know. She thinks it's important to at least look like a family for a little bit each year. I want her angry enough to see divorce as the only real option. Besides, if you're around, it sort of limits what she'll think she can do, in terms of dressing and making herself attractive."

"What about your sister? How are you going to explain this to her?"

"By the time she gets back, it'll all be over. Anyway, she's smarter about this stuff than I am. She probably already knows that everything isn't right between you two."

Harry reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. He studied his son as he popped the top and took a long drink. "You really think you can do this?"

"Mmhmm, but I'll warn you now, Dad. It ain't gonna be cheap. Giving Mom 55 percent of the company may have given you an edge in getting business, and in financing expansion, but it gives her access to your short curlies if she wants to be difficult."

"That's what I'm paying you for-- to make sure she isn't difficult. Do whatever you have to do." He finished his beer and tossed the empty into the trash on his way out of the room.

Mike nodded. "I intend to," he thought.

Part II

Shove a beat up fedora on his head and a stubby cigar in his mouth, and Harry Nelson would look like the caricature of Boss Tweed. At five foot eight, and pushing 200 pounds, the 50 year-old businessman was not the man one would envision as the husband of Maggie Nelson.

Maggie wore flats, or one inch heels at most, to minimize the three inch advantage in height she had over him. As a teen, she had started on a career in fashion modeling, looking like a younger version of Bo Derek, right down to the long ash blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Just younger, and more willowy. At the time they met, Harry was positive the word willowy had been coined just to describe her.

Harry, twenty-seven then, was staying with his parents to lick his wounds after a locally sensational divorce. He had come home and discovered his now ex-wife in bed with their boss and his wife. The employer had, unsuccessfully, paid a large sum of money to keep his name out of the case, but had offered no objection when his wife was named as co-respondent. Harry was awarded the house and furnishings, which he quickly sold, and the newer car, but it had cost him his job.

Maggie, at the time, was in her last year of high school. Her family had recently moved in across the street from Harry's parents, so he had seen her coming and going during the time he was home. One night they found themselves at the same neighborhood party. Her poise and sophistication led him to believe she was older than she was and he responded accordingly.

She had been flattered by the attention from the charming, older man and let herself be seduced. When her period didn't come the second time, she told him first, then the two of them told their parents together. While neither set was overjoyed, they accepted the situation and agreed to support the couple through the upcoming summer. By then, Harry figured, he could have his new mail order business established on the internet, and have a job to support his family while it grew.

She had continued to model right up until six weeks before her due date. Designers, photographers and retailers were in wonder at how chic she made the maternity dresses appear, even that late in her pregnancy.

After Mike was born, Maggie became a hands-on presence in the company, beginning with filling orders and learning the books, as well as taking on an occasional modeling job. It was while she was taking care of Mike, during his first six months, she decided to continue with her education. It took her until he was ten, but she finally got her MBA. Had it not been for Ellie, she often said, she could have done it in eight, but Harry had insisted on a second child.

It was Maggie's idea, a year or so after Ellie's birth, to position the company as 'woman-owned', giving it a slight edge when pursuing both government and not-for-profit business, and even some government loans and grants. Her parents had paid for the stock transfer with money from her college fund, based on her modeling income.

When it came to business, of Harry, it could be said he was fair, at least as fair as he had to be to get what he wanted. This often caused Maggie to shake her head in exasperation. She was more than willing to share, be it profit or praise, as long as the other parties were willing to share the risk and/or blame.

Since Mike and his sister had both worked in the family business as soon as they could understand, they had often seen both techniques in action, Mike attributed much of his leadership success to the amalgam of his parents' leadership techniques he had absorbed.

Part III

Mike sat at his father's computer in his home office. He thought for a few minutes, then typed:

I have engaged the services of my son, Michael Nelson, to help me convince my wife, Margaret Nelson, that our marriage is unsalvageable and needs to be dissolved for both our sakes. He and I have discussed his aims in this matter and his methods to achieve them. I have given his aims and methods my approval.

Based on his knowledge of the family, its assets and resources, he is to suggest a fair division of said assets and resources.

Whether or not my wife and I agree to his suggested settlement, I have agreed that I will not cite as cause for divorce any of his or my wife's activities during the time he is engaged in this activity on my behalf. Any attempt to do so abrogates my rights to redress, and any claim to jointly held financial instruments. Further, I agree, in such circumstance, to pay all of her expenses in this matter.

I have agreed to pay my son at the minimum wage rate for his efforts, for twelve hours per day, from June 1 thru Sept 30, of this year, and to cover his reasonable expenses related to this endeavor.

__________________________ Date____________________

Harold Nelson

He read it, then re-read it twice, correcting typos and rewording it so it covered what he and his father had discussed. When he was satisfied, he printed out a single copy. Upstairs, he heard the shower shut off. He grabbed an envelope from his father's desk and went to the kitchen.

Whistling a Sousa march, he started pulling out the supplies he had brought home. From his point of view, the summer just got one helluva a lot better.

Harry came into the kitchen, wearing khakis and a designer polo shirt. "What's got you so happy all of a sudden?"

Mike pointed to the single page agreement on the breakfast bar. Harry scanned it. "Minimum wage? You sure that's enough? Twelve hours a day! What the fuck are you going to be doing for twelve hours a day? Every day? For four months! Just what the fuck do you plan to do?"

Mike looked at his father. "You said since Ellie and I have been gone you've been trying to convince Mom to divorce you. That's been two years of your persuasive techniques. Mom may be feeling insecure about her future without you, but by now I'm sure there is also some anger I have to deal with, to avoid the get-even factor.

"Except for some logical times, I'm going to be her constant companion for the next four months. If I don't have her agreement by the end of September, I'll give you my wages back."

"Never mind that. If you can do it, it'll be worth it. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Harry picked up the pen and signed and dated the paper. Nodding, Mike folded it and sealed it in the envelope.

"I'm sure, Dad. Here, sign across the flap," he said, pointing across one side of the flap. He took the pen from his father and signed on the other side of the flap. "I'll put this where it's safe. When the divorce is final, I'll give it back to you to destroy. If you try to use anything that happens this summer against Mom, I'll show it to her and her lawyer. Just so you understand."

Harry looked at his son, stunned. Then he grinned. "I always worried about you; thought you were too soft dealing with people, like your mother. But shit, you're a chip off the old block, aren't you? This is something I'd do, given the chance." He laughed and turned to go to the den, to watch TV, never noticing the pile of groceries on the kitchen table.

Part IV

When Ellie had graduated from high school, Maggie had decided to cut back her time at the family business. She had claimed a need for a change as the reason, but it was really just being tired of smoothing over the feathers Harry ruffled as he dealt with customers, suppliers and employees, not to mention putting up with him all day, every day. In her dealings with people locally, she had earned the respect of many local leaders and had been asked to serve on several not-for-profit boards of directors.

This afternoon, in addition to the regular monthly board meeting of a large umbrella social agency, she had attended a committee meeting dealing with providing low to no cost transportation for Medicaid eligible individuals with disabilities impacting their ability to travel. It was a problem everybody recognized, and one nobody wanted to deal with or be responsible for. She felt like she had been battling with a stone wall.

It was just five o'clock when she pulled up to the garage door. She blew out a breath of relief. Harry's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant he probably would not be home until bed time or later. She had given up caring, and was relieved she wouldn't have to deal with him tonight.

She opened the door of her Xc90 and slid out, closing and locking the door behind her. As she walked to the front door, she caught a trace of the mouth watering aroma of someone cooking some spicy tropical chicken. "Mmm, that would be so good right now," she thought. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, to be immediately assailed with a much more concentrated aroma than she had noticed outside.

"What on earth? Harry?" she called. "Harry, are you cooking? Where is your ca... Mike! What on earth are you doing home? Oh, my dear! I am so glad to see you, but..." She went babbling on in her happiness to see her first born child, hugging him around the neck, holding him close.

She was so much in need of emotional support and someone with whom to just chat. As a young couple, she and Harry had been so wrapped up in the business, they had not been able to form any lasting meaningful personal friendships apart from the business. Even when the children came, relationships were centered around them and their needs.

Because of her work during high school, she had also missed out in making those bonds which tended to last throughout life. Now, she had a plethora of acquaintances, all of which seemed to be tied to her work or community activities, but no real close friends, no one with whom she could sit down and just be Maggie.

Mike pulled his mother close, reveling in the touch of her. It was a full body hug, with close contact from hip to head, his arms around her shoulder blades. "Hey, Mom. Dinner will be ready in a half hour, more or less. Your wine is poured, so you just need to sit and relax for a little. Everything's all set."




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 01



She released him and turned to look into the dining room. The table was set for three. She felt herself tense, and took a deep breath and expelled it, forcing herself to relax. "Umm, I'm not sure when your..."

"Dad's in the den. He had to take his car into the shop. Someone from the office gave him a ride."

"Oh. Well, when did you get home, and how come you're here now? Don't you have some big year end to do?"

"Yep, and you are looking at the winning crew leader. Pete Stiles, you met him, remember, was supposed to lead our crew, but got sick and had to withdraw. On our crew, I was next in line. I didn't especially like what he had planned, but we had already purchased the fixings, so I changed some things. We were number one in all the judging categories, which got us excused from clean up next week. I'm all done until October first, when I go to work for Someplace Else, right here in town."

"Oh, Mike, that's wonderful. Will you be staying here, with me, us?"

"I guess. At least, until I get a better offer," he said, with a smile.

Maggie's smile vanished. "The way things are, that wouldn't be very hard. I don't know what your father has said, if anything, but, as I'm sure you'll see tonight, it has been a little tense around here lately."

"Mmhmm. I sort of got that impression."

"Why? What did he say?"

"We can talk about it later. Tell me what you've been up to. Have you met any interesting girls to introduce me to?"

Maggie laughed. It had been a running joke between them for the past few years that one of her jobs was to find him a suitable wife. He had claimed he was too busy studying to do any dating. "No, I'm afraid all the women I've met lately are all my age or older; too old for your taste, I'm sure."

"Not necessarily. I could go for someone like you. You're not that old, and, god knows, you're pretty enough to...well, you are a really pretty woman, Mom. If you were single, I'd certainly..."

"Mike! You shouldn't talk that way about me. I'm your mother," she laughed.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're the prettiest woman in town. Or the sexiest."

Maggie was shocked by Mike's observation. She was realistic about her appearance, and, with no ego involved, knew she was very attractive, but sexy? That she found hard to believe. Her husband hadn't approached her for sex in over two years. If it weren't for her own fingers and her loyal silver bullet, she'd be in bad shape.

"Well, I'm glad you think so, but you shouldn't," she replied, with a shy smile.

"You mean I should lie to myself, deny the truth of what I see? You taught us better than that, Mom. Oops, damn!" he swore as the rice began to boil over. "See, even the rice objects to that." he said, laughing. Maggie's embarrassed laugh joined his.

Part V

To Maggie's relief, the talk veered to the meal preparation as Mike described what was for dinner that evening. It seemed it was only a few minutes and he was announcing it was ready to take to the table. She excused herself to go to the washroom as Mike went to call his father.

In spite of the underlying tension between the couple, conversation over dinner was civil, focusing mostly on Mike, and what he had been doing--in school, socially, and his career plans. It wasn't until Mike served them all an after dinner cocktail and dessert that Harry brought up the annual trip to their cabin.

"I'm not sure what to do about going up to the cabin this year. There's a convention next week, out in Vegas, I should attend, and several large customers on the West Coast I haven't called on in over a year that I should stop and see while I'm out there."

Mike saw his mother tense up. Before she could say anything, he replied, "How long will you have to be gone?" Maggie looked at her son, her face grim.

Harry glanced at his wife, seeing her anger. "I'm not sure. Two, three weeks."

"All the time we set aside for ourselves at the cabin. It's committed for the rest of the season," Maggie said bitterly. "Even if you don't want to be around me, I should think you'd want to spend some time with your children. But no, you always do this, always have done it. Whenever there is a family thing, you always find some excuse to get out of it."

While Maggie's statement was not literally true, both the men recognized the elemental truth behind the statement. Harry had assiduously attempted to avoid family functions, be it school events, nieces' and nephews' baptisms, christenings, graduations or weddings. His own children's graduations had been attended only under threat of imminent bodily harm if he did not accompany Maggie.

"Very well, go to your precious convention, and I suppose you'll be taking that new red-headed sales associate you hired. Mike," she asked, turning to face him, ignoring her husband, "will you go up to the cabin with me, to spend some time alone with your mother, since Ellie won't be able to join us, either."

"Uh, yeah, Mom, no problem." Inside, his heart was racing. Things were working out as he had hoped. He was going to have three weeks at the cabin, alone, with his mother. Three weeks to seduce her.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had expected much more in the way of vituperation from his wife. "Yeah," he said. "I was just going to suggest that. Give you two some time together before Mike has to start working for a living.

"Oh, by the way, son, can you give me a lift to the garage in the morning, so I can pick up my car." Mike nodded, his mouth full of dessert. " Thanks. Well, I'm going to go to watch TV for a bit before I turn in. I'll see you in the morning. About eight, Mike. Is that okay?"

"That's fine, Dad."

As Harry started to walk way, Maggie spoke. "Thank you, Mike, for making dinner. It was absolutely delicious. You deserved to win first place." As she spoke, she was glaring at Harry's back.

He stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. "Yes it was, son. Congratulations." Without another word to his wife, he left the room.

"Oooohh, that man! I swear, he has all the social grace of a...a...a rhinoceros. If I hadn't said something, he would never have acknowledged that you cooked tonight. Sometimes, I think I could put dog food on his plate and he wouldn't know it. Or care if I did." She stood up and began to gather the dirty dishes.

"Leave them, mom. I'll take care of it. Why don't you go get into something comfortable, and we can watch some TV, or a movie."

She flashed him a loving smile. "You shouldn't have to cook and clean up..."

"Why not. You did for a long time. I don't remember us kids helping you out a lot after dinner. Go on, now. Go get comfortable." Maggie put down the plates she was holding and walked around the table to her son, smiling, with tears making her eyes glisten.

"Thank you; for dinner and all, and for coming to the cabin with me. I'm looking forward to that." She stretched up and lightly kissed him on the lips. Before he could react, she had stepped away and was on her way out of the room.

Part VI

It was nearly forty-five minutes before Maggie was back downstairs. Her hair was still damp and she was wearing a soft yellow, light cotton lisle night gown which just covered her knees. Mike had finished in the kitchen and was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV, which was playing whatever music talent show was on that night.

Maggie had to pass between him and the TV to sit beside him. "Do you want to go put on something more comfortable, sweetie?"

"Unh, no, I'm fine, Mom. I'll probably go to bed soon anyway. No sense making the trip twice in such a short time."

"Tired from the trip? That's a long drive for one person."

"Mmhmm. And it's been a long, stressful day.

"Dad said he's asked you for a divorce." He felt Maggie tense up and back away from him slightly.

"Oh. What did he say?"

"That since Ellie and I have gone, you two don't do anything together, or go any where..."

"Yeah, you saw that tonight; whenever we have plans, he always finds someplace else to go with his newest sales associate. If he hadn't had a vasectomy, I'm sure you'd have a village full of siblings."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, he's always did seem to have an eye out for the pretty girl. Has he always been such a horn dog?"

Maggie's face softened a bit. "No. That all started a little after Ellie was born. When we learned I was pregnant, he took it on himself to get cut. And then the delivery was hard and complicated; it was over a year before we could make love again, and I couldn't get pregnant anymore. I think he resented that, and, even though it was his decision to have the vasectomy, he seemed to blame me for the fact he could no longer be a father, . I mean have children; he'll always..."

"I knew what you meant, Mom. What about now? How long has it been since you two...?"

"My, aren't you the nosey one?" she laughed. She looked away from him, ostensibly watching the TV. "Too long. Before Ellie left, maybe before you..."

"You're kidding! Three or four years since... no friggin' wonder you two aren't getting along."

Maggie looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "Mike, sweetie, you've got it bass ackwards. It's not because we're not having sex that we're not getting along; it's because we're not getting along that we're not having sex. At some point your father decided he'd rather screw some young chippie than me. Then he'd come home with the smell of her perfume and sex all over him and want to sleep in our bed, next to me.

"Some times, he wasn't satisfied and wanted me to take care of him. The last time he asked me, he'd been with some tramp, and came home drunk to the gills, her smell all over him, still sticky with...he tried to force himself into my mouth..."

"You bit him?" Mike asked, his stomach feeling queasy and his sac shrinking up to protect his jewels in reaction to her words.

Maggie smiled. "No, I didn't bite; I just didn't open my teeth when I pulled away." She laughed when Mike pulled himself up into the fetal position. "Oh, don't be so... it wasn't that bad. He was able to walk away. I'm the one who got hurt. I had a bruise on my cheek for a week where he hit me. That was the night he moved into the guest room."

"Your idea, or his?"

"Mine. Why all these questions about your parents' sex life?"

"I... I guess I'm trying to get some sense of how bad the situation is, to see if the marriage can be resurrected."

"I can put your mind to rest on that. Not in my lifetime."

"But he says you won't even discuss a divorce."

"No, not on his terms. And he won't even listen when I try to present mine."

"Which are?" Mike watched as his mother briefly closed her eyes, reviewing the settlement she had presented to Harry the first time he brought up the topic. She opened her eyes and looked at her son.

"What I thought was fair. I get the house and my car; he gets the apartment downtown, and his car. Since neither of us had anything when we got married, we split the bank accounts and stock, except for my share of the company. He buys that at the highest bid price for an agreed on similar company on the day of the divorce judgement, or some arbitrary date set by the judge. And we sell the cabin and split the proceeds."

"And his?"

"Well, the last time, he wanted the house and the apartment, said I could have the cabin and cash equal to the value of the house. He also agreed we'd split the stock, except for my share of the company. He claims it's not really mine since he started the company, and my ownership was really just a paper transaction, a sham for business purposes. He wants to pay me what he was paid when the stock was transferred to me, a dollar a share." She thought for a moment. "And in both scenarios, he pays for Ellie to finish her bachelor's degree."

"So, the major bone of contention is the business stock. Anything else?"

Maggie turned her head to gaze at the TV screen, lost in thought for several seconds. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. Mike had to lean in to hear.

"Yes. He has to acknowledge his responsibility in getting us into this state. I know that there were probably things I could have done during that time after Ellie's birth. If I didn't know about them then, he could have shown me, or we could have learned together.

"But for most of that time, he left me alone. I wasn't sick, but I also wasn't up to ...and I was alone with two kids under the age of three. My mother was ill, and my father was just like Harry. Mother Nelson had her own problems to deal with. Harry's dad was showing the signs of early onset Alzheimer's, so she was in no position to help.

"There wasn't anyone else. His sister was away at school, and Jimmy, my brother, was in the service, overseas. But he wanted it all--a quiet, orderly house, dinner on the table, me dressed like June Cleaver, and ready to screw like Marilyn Chambers.

"When I couldn't, his answer, instead of pitching in, was to avoid the problem by looking elsewhere, just like he's always done. Not what can I do to fix this, but where can I find someone to replace the person I see as the problem, who, obviously, was never himself.

She shook herself and straightened up. "So, when he can do that, I'll start to seriously discuss terms with him. Until then, I'm comfortable in my life, except for having him underfoot, but I can tolerate that, most days," she said with a sardonic tone to her voice.

Mike shook his head. "I had no idea things were so bad when I was growing up. I get the impression that you don't see any future other than this, uh, Mexican stand-off?"

"Oh, I suppose, some time in the not too distant future, I'll get tired of putting up with Harry's sniping and kvetching and just say to hell with it and let the lawyers come up with some kind of quote-unquote equitable settlement so I can walk away, but if you're asking about some sort of reconciliation, no, that's not in the cards."

"I...was about to say, I'm sorry, but that doesn't really seem appropriate." Mike stood up and stretched. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Fridays, I keep my calendar clear to make up missed appointments and so on. Tomorrow, I'm free all day. Did you have something in mind?"

"Ellie's due tomorrow night isn't she? D'you suppose we could impose on Dad to make it a family night and go out to dinner. Then you and I could be lazy and catch some rays and pool time."

"You ask him. If I do, he'll say no just on principle." She held out her hand for him to help her up. He pulled her to her feet and into a full-body hug.

"I really do feel bad that you have to live in such a hostile situation. Would you mind if I see if I can talk Dad into an agreement which seems fair to both of you?"

Maggie pulled her head back to look at him. "If he'll listen to anyone in the family, it's you. Go ahead." She reached up to give him a peck on the lips, but before she could pull away, Mike tightened his hug and held her in place a trifle longer than she had intended.

When he broke the kiss, Mike placed his cheek next to hers and softly said, "Love you, Mom. We'll get this sorted out."

Maggie relaxed in his arms, feeling more loved and secure than she had in years, she realized. "I love you, too, Mike. Thank you for helping." She felt tears starting to run down her cheeks and backed away. "Well, I'm off to bed. Don't be up too late. If you don't want to drive your father, he can call a cab..."

"No, that's fine. It's the perfect time to tell him about dinner. If I'm doing him a favor, then, as far as he's concerned, he owes me."

His mother looked at Mike, a rueful smile on her face. "Sometimes I wonder about you. There are times you are just like him..."

"Only when there's business involved, and never just to my advantage. As much as possible, everyone benefits, at least a little bit." He bent down and kissed her on the lips again. "Good night. You sleep well. Tomorrow night is going to be...interesting." Maggie laughed softly and nodded as she turned and walked away. "By the way, Mom, that's a pretty nightie."

Maggie stopped and turned to look at her son, who was grinning as he looked at her. She looked down at herself to see that the light from the TV had made her nightie almost transparent.

Although nothing on her front was visible, her body was clearly outlined, including the V where her thighs met, even the ruffle around the pantie legs. She blushed and turned away without saying anything, feeling a frisson of arousal as she walked away, knowing he was watching her. She succeeded, but just barely, in refraining from letting her hips sway more than usual.

"Behave yourself! He's your son!" she scolded herself. "Damn! The first attractive man to notice me in years, and it has to be my son." She laughed to herself. "Maybe that's a good thing. If he weren't, Harry would have grounds for divorce, not that I don't. God, I hope Mike can talk some sense into him. I'm tired of living like a nun." Before getting into bed, she opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out her favorite toy.

As she settled back into her pillows, she pulled her nightie up around her hips and pulled her knees up and apart, exposing her lady to her fingers. Before she could use her friend, she needed to start her juices. After licking her fingers, she let them dance over her slit, coaxing it open. As her hand did the finger fox trot between her thighs, her memories, stimulated by thoughts of her son and how it felt to be held by him, returned her to a dance lesson twenty-four years ago.

She was fifteen, a sophomore, and had been invited to the first big dance of the school year by a member of the junior class. Excited, she had told her mother all about it. Sensible mom had pointed out that since the dance was formal, at least some of the dances would most likely be what the teenagers referred to as 'old time' dances--waltzes, fox trots, two steps, maybe even, gasp, rhumbas, and sambas, and the cha cha.

Her heart sank. Like most of her classmates, she had no trouble with the teen dances of the day, but any thing before 1970 was foreign to her. Mom had quietly patted her on the back and called her brother Jimmy into the room.

Over the next six weeks, as he taught her how to slow dance, as he put it, the siblings had become good friends, in spite of the three year age difference. As they danced, Jimmy told her about what she could expect from the guys who would be dancing with her, especially her date. While Maggie was neither prudish nor naive, she was inexperienced. One Sunday, when their parents were visiting friends in another town for an extended weekend, she had asked Jimmy what she should do if...

Her questions surprised him. Objectively, he knew his sister, at fifteen, was a knockout and he expected she would have already learned the answers to the questions she was asking. Maggie's problem was that she was almost too pretty; her beauty convincing her age mates they didn't stand a chance before they even asked her.

Rather than try to explain his answers, he had replied, "It'll be easier if I just show you. Try to pretend I'm your date." His demonstration, and her pretending, had been too successful. By the time the parents had returned Maggie knew, and had experienced, all the possible outcomes of slow dancing. She and Jimmy practiced them as often as possible before the dance, and after, as far as that goes. He taught her all about her body, its responses to caresses, and how to enjoy them, whether from her fingers or someone else's.

With a deep sigh, she hit the on button, welcoming the soft humming sound.

In his room at the other end of the hall, Mike was slipping into bed nude, as he usually did, already beginning to stroke himself, remembering the feel of his mother's small breasts and slender hips against his body, anticipating how they would feel without the barrier of cloth between them.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 01



Part VII

"Thanks, son; I really appreciate this. Last night, did you see what I mean about your mother. She held back a bit because you were there, but that's how she's been for the past three or four years."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. We had a good talk after you went to bed. I think I know how to get her to at least start talking about divorce.

"She reminded me. We have an apartment downtown that we apparently keep for visiting big shots. Do you have a key so I can go look at it, see what kind of value a judge or realtor might put on it?"

Harry swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah. I guess," he said and reached in his pocket for his keys. He unsnapped one and handed it to Mike who put it in his pocket without looking at it.

"Another thing Mom and I discussed last night. Ellie's due home late this afternoon. Rather than cooking, I thought we all could go to Someplace Else. I'll be joining their kitchen staff the first of October and would like to see what the food's like. You'll come with us, won't you. We don't want to disappoint Ellie."

"Ah, no. Don't want to do that. What time?" Inwardly, Harry was cursing. He had forgotten today was the weekend his daughter was coming home before she left for a year to study in England and Switzerland. And Mike had the key to the apartment, currently occupied by Marty. He had 'loaned' it to her until she was able to find a place of her own, four months ago. She apparently didn't see any great need to move.

Mike dropped his father at the independent garage he insisted on using, claiming they were better mechanics. "Bet ter customers," Mike thought, cynically. Harry had found a fairly inexpensive supplier of metric fine-threaded nuts and bolts, such as those favored by auto and parts manufacturers. For a price break on service, he gave them a break on parts ordered through him, whether the small parts he specialized in, or even larger sheet metal parts the garage used in their body shop.

"I'll probably drop in at the apartment this afternoon," Mike said. "Unless there's a need to hurry."

"No, no, that'll be fine. Keep the key; you may need to visit it a few times," Harry told him, thinking, "I have to get that cunt out of there today. Shit! Damn you, Maggie; I'm sure you reminded him of the flat on purpose." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the apartment, without success.

Part VIII

Mike recalled Harry's emphasis on 'tomorrow morning' when he was telling Marty to leave, and he also recalled that his father had never made it to the office before ten o'clock when Mike had worked there, and, like this morning, Harry usually left the house by eight o'clock. He wondered what Marty looked like when first awakened, and decided to see if he could find out.

The Nelson family home's southern exposure faced Long Island Sound with nothing between them and the Sound but a half mile wide strip of forever wild terrain, ending in a 20-foot high bluff. The apartment, on the Old Coast Road, was on the eighteenth floor of a twenty story apartment building, whose southern exposure was just 200 yards from the Sound, across a white sandy beach. It was located in an area widely regarded as the low range of the high rent district in the small city.

The key got Mike into the building and through the inner security doors. He took the elevator to the eighteenth floor and let himself into the apartment without knocking. As he entered the living room, the phone started ringing, and down the hall he could hear the shower. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

There was no answer, and just before the phone went dead, he heard his father's voice, "Shit!"

As he replaced the phone, the tall, natural red head came into the room, all her loveliness on display, toweling her hair. "Good morning. It's Mike, right? Did Harry send you? I had a thought he might, so we could get acquainted." She walked up to him and handed him the towel and turned her back to him. "If you would, please."

"Sorry,"he replied, throwing the towel over her shoulder. "I just came to confirm a suspicion. I imagine Dad's on his way here, in a hurry. I expect he'll be encouraging you to find some other place to live, at least until after the divorce.

"I have some place to be right now, or I would stick around to get acquainted. I'd really like to explore that landing strip."

"You really have to go?" she pouted, assuming a stance which seemed to push both her hips and boobs forward at the same time.

"Yeah. Dad won't be pleased I discovered you here. I'm afraid he'd really lose it and take it out on you if he were to catch us in flagrante, so to speak."

The phone rang again. Marty answered it. "Hello. Is that you, Sweets?... Who else would call me here... No, I didn't hear it ringing. I've been in the shower... I'm sorry... Your son?... No, why would I see him this early?... Here?... There hasn't been any one here... You know I'm a one man at a time girl, unless you want me to be otherwise... Okay, baby, I'll be here waiting for you." She hung up the phone. "They had to special order a part which didn't arrive until this morning. He said he'd be late. Would you like some coffee? Or something else?" she asked in an inviting tone.

"One man at a time, hunh. No thanks, Marty; but take my advice and start looking for another place to live. Within a month, either my mother or my father is going to be living here." He looked at her crotch. "Doesn't that wax hurt?"

"Like a son of a bitch, that's why I had it lasered off," she said with a grin. She looked him up and down. "Too bad you're not more like your father. He'd enjoy screwing another man's woman, especially if he knew he wouldn't get caught. Oh, well...Thanks for the heads up. I guess I shouldn't count on being able to stay if it's Harry, either, huh?"

"Not until the divorce is final. After that, nobody'll give a fuck; until then, he really should try to keep his nose, and his pecker, clean." He glanced again at her crotch. "Damn, I'm already late," he said shaking his head. He turned to leave. "No pun intended, but it really was nice seeing you all again." Marty's musical laugh followed him out into the foyer, where the elevator was waiting.

The Old Coast Road was a divided four lane highway. As Mike pulled out of the parking lot and turned east to return home, he saw his father's car approaching on the other side of the dividing median strip. Harry was concentrating on his driving, speeding, and so didn't see Mike, or at least, didn't acknowledge him. Mike just shook his head and expelled a heavy sigh.

Part IX

He got home around eleven and decided to call the restaurant to see if he could book the reservation. The phone was picked up on the first ring.

"Yes, I'd like to make a reservation for this evening, for four, around seven-thirty. The name is Mike Nelson."

"Mike Nelson?" the woman who answered responded. "Why is your name familiar to me? Would you have any idea, Mr Nelson?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm supposed to join your staff in October."

" Of course! Mike! How wonderful! I'm so glad to hear from you. This is Nancy Riordan; you interviewed with my husband, Peter. We met very briefly that afternoon. Dean Schantz called yesterday to confirm your graduation and told us about your win. Congratulations.

"So you're coming for dinner tonight; with family? Very good. I'll tell Peter; and don't worry about the cost. Tonight, your dinner is on us. Just ask for me when you come in. Ooh, there's another call. See you later."

Mike's head was spinning. Since he had identified himself, his contribution to the conversation had mostly been monosyllabic grunts, but it had apparently been enough. He remembered Nancy. A relatively short, plump woman, with greying hair, and the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen. Although their encounter had only been a few minutes long, she had made a lasting impression on him. Dynamic was the only word to describe her.

Peter, too, although 'driven' could also be used for him. As students, Mike and his classmates were expected to be aware of what was going on in the industry. The word was that Peter Riordan wanted to make Someplace Else into the finest dining establishment in the State and he was out to select the best student chefs he could find, to mold into professionals he could trust to do things his way.

Part X

Mike took a deep breath to clear his head and went into the kitchen to fix something for lunch. He pulled out the cold chicken left from dinner last night just as Maggie walked into the kitchen, dressed in a modest bikini. He offered to share the chicken for a light lunch.

"That'll be fine, sweetie. Let's just have a cold lunch of leftovers; I bet I can even find some paper plates so there aren't any dishes to wash," she said as she began opening cupboard doors. "Yesss! Here we go."

Mike laughed at her infectious good mood. He pulled the plastic stopper on the leftover wine and took a sip. Shuddering, he passed the glass to Maggie. "Won't kill us, and it is nearly full. By the second glass, it should be okay; it will have warmed up and breathed a bit."

Maggie laughed. "You're confusing me with your father. He's the one who considers himself a wine expert. I have a hard enough time remembering white with chicken and fish, red with everything else."

Mike smiled, knowing the statement to be only partially true. Harry did consider himself an expert, but Maggie had a more discerning palate, and could pair wines and entrees by aromas alone when tested.

"I made reservations for four tonight. Dad said he'll probably have to meet us there, so I have to call and tell him what time. The chef's wife, Nancy Riordan, took the reservation. I met her during the on campus interviews when they hired me. I thought it was strange the chef bringing his wife to the interviews."

"Would it still seem strange if you knew she was the owner, at least majority owner? I met them a year or so after they opened, and they were having some financial problems. I told her about the about the benefits of female ownership of small businesses. I guess they followed through. The next time I was in, they sent over a bottle of champagne."

She smiled and sighed. "It'll be good to see Nancy again; it's been two or three years, I guess. But now I'll have an even better reason to go out there for dinner. Do you have any idea what you'll be doing?"

"I'll probably start as a line cook, that's what we talked about in the interview. Frankly, I wouldn't feel comfortable at anything else for a year or so. We'll see. If we're lucky, and they're not too busy, maybe we can get a tour of the kitchen tonight."

"Probably just you, sweetie. I don't think Ellie or your father would be greatly interested unless you were actually working there. I know I wouldn't.

"Now, we're wasting valuable sunlight. Go get changed so we can catch those rays you were talking about last night. I'll clean up this little bit. Shall I take out the wine?"

"Silly question. And another bottle. I'll grab the ice bucket on my way out."

Fifteen minutes later, Mike walked out the back entryway, headed for the pool. As soon as he saw his mother, he stopped. She was lying on a blanket, in the grassy area abutting the pool apron. Her feet were toward the house; her head, cradled on her arms. The neck and back straps on her bra were untied and laid out, away from her body. Although the leg holes of her light blue bottoms were high cut, the back modestly covered the rest of her butt, up to her hips, where they were held together by two bows on each side..

He shook himself and walked up to the blanket and dropped down beside her. "Want some sun block?" he asked, picking up the bottle lying next to her.

"Mmhmm," she replied, giving a little shimmy, as if she were settling into a nest. He squirted some of the lotion into his hand, then moved her hair out of his way and began to spread the creamy liquid over her back and shoulders. He covered everything above her waist, including the small breast bulges on her sides.

The first touch of Mike's hands on her back had renewed the frisson of arousal Maggie had felt last night. With an act of will, she pushed it out of her head and just enjoyed the back rub. She was aware of every move he made, and as his hands approached the sides of her breasts, she started to tense up inside. But when his hands simply glided over the small bulges just like they had moved over the rest of her, she again relaxed.

Next, he lotioned her arms, pulling them, one at a time, from under her face. Then he moved down and began to lotion her feet and calves. When they were both done, she felt him straddle one leg and begin to apply the sun block to the back of her thigh, running both hands up the sides, one inside, one out, then moving to the back of her leg and pulling his hands back toward him.

He did this five or six times, each time moving a fraction of an inch closer to her panty line. On the last time, she caught her breath as his fingers actually hit the edge of her swim suit. She continued to hold it while his hand slid up onto her buttock until it met the other hand and made its final trip down that leg. Only then did she release her breath in a long sigh.

Maggie felt Mike move to the other leg and begin to repeat the procedure. She was aware of every move his hands made, and the anticipation of his caresses was stirring her arousal. She was sure there must be a visible wet spot between her legs and wanted to close them, but his knee was in the way. She even imagined she could smell herself, and wondered what he must think of her, becoming aroused by her son rubbing lotion on her legs.

Finally, he was done. The long awaited caress along the bottom of her suit up onto her buttock was done. She felt a small shiver pass over her body. At least that's what she called it, but it left her feeling more relaxed, if slightly breathless.  

Mike lay down beside her, propped up on his left arm. With his right hand, he reached over and began tracing little circles along her rib cage. At first they were nice, seemingly innocuous, but as he continued, they began to tickle. She pulled her left arm out and tried to bat his hand away, telling him to stop, laughing.

He ignored her and simply pushed her hand out of the way. As the tickling became more intense, she began to laugh more and move, attempting to avoid him, and flailing her arm around to try to stop him. All her attempts did was to encourage him to continue. He got up on his knees and brought his left hand into play.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Maggie turned over and tried to grab his hands, revealing her barely B bosom to her son for the first time. Mike hesitated, causing Maggie to look down. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself, but Mike grabbed her hands and held them over her head, then leaned down and kissed her.

At first, Maggie, startled by what was happening, made no response, but her body reacted for her, and she found herself returning the kiss. When Mike's tongue sought entry, she yielded and let it in. His arms worked their way under her back and lifted her against his chest. At that point, Maggie pulled her face away and looked him in the eye.

"What's going on, Mike? What are you doing?" In spite of her embarrassment, Maggie's voice conveyed curiosity more than rancor or anger.

With a grin which reminded her of a night twenty-three years ago, and stirred her lady to want more, he replied, "Well, we're going to be alone up at the cabin, just the two of us in four small rooms. It's inevitable that we'll see each other's bodies at some point during the three weeks, so I thought I'd introduce the concept of nudity while we're up there. Personally, I think total nudity would be best, but I'll understand if that's too much for you right now."

"Right now? Implying that, if I don't accede, at some time in the future, you plan to bring the subject up again," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Mike grinned. She was still lying in his arms, her breasts pressing against his chest, not trying to get away. "Mmhmm, every day until you agree."

"And is there a reason for this sudden interest in naturalism?"

Mike's smile disappeared, and he drew Maggie's head close to whisper, "Yes, while we're up at the cabin, I'm going to seduce you, then I plan to make love to you every day until we return."

Maggie felt that same shiver pass over her body again, as she pulled her body closer to her son, her head over his shoulder, her cheek against his. This time there was no mistaking it. She felt like her quim had gushed a cup of fluid into her bikini bottoms. She was definitely sure now she could smell it, but was unable to move. After a silence which seemed to stretch into forever, she spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Mike, you're crazy. We can't do that; I'm your mother. What are you thinking?"

"That I'm in love with you, and I want to fully express that love. We have three weeks, alone together. Nobody will know, and, when we get back, if you want to stop, we will. But for the three weeks, it will be Mike and Meg at the cabin."

"Meg, not Maggie?" she asked, pulling back to look at him, with a smile, sure she knew what he was thinking.

"That's right. Meg is my woman; Maggie is Harry's wife, and my mother. I want to leave her here."

"Oh, Mike. It is so hard to think..." she replied, lowering her eyes.

"If you think thinking is hard," he said, grinning, and moving her hand to his groin. Maggie's eyes opened wide.

"That's not fair," she grinned, not moving her hand. She looked her son in the eye.

"I can't say yes, right now, to any more than this," she said, pointing to her naked chest, "but I'm not saying no, either, to anything." She leaned toward him and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and pulling his hand to her breast.  

As his palm closed on her nipple, she moaned, so softly, he felt, more than heard it. She pulled back and slid out of his arms. "You're a dangerous man, Nelson. You know it's a perilous path you've plotted?"

"Yes, it is; but if I'm successful, even if we stop when we come home, you'll feel alive again, and,I can guarantee you'll be free of Dad by the time I start working."

Maggie gave him a calculating look. "And what do you hope to achieve by that?"

"I just want you to be happy, Mom. Ultimately, that's all I really want. At least after our three weeks," he said with a grin. Maggie laughed out loud without restraint, realizing when she was done, it was the first time in months, if not years, she had done so.

"If I thought we could behave ourselves," she said, when she caught her breath, "I'd invite you to shower with me, and get a little taste of mutual full nudity, but you need to get dressed and get to the airport to pick up your sister." Mike groaned and helped her up.

"We're not done with this discussion, you know," he said.

Maggie gave him a saucy smile. "We'll see," she said, bending over to pick up her bra, letting her shoulder brush against the sizeable lump in his swimsuit. Feeling absolutely wanton, as she walked past him toward the house, she untied the bows holding her bikini bottoms together and walked out of them, totally nude, into the house. Mike groaned, watching her perfect ass as it disappeared inside.

Part XI

Mike waited at the concourse gate, watching people as they met and greeted each other. He had just heard that his sister's plane had landed, and knew it would be nearly half an hour before she was hugging him. He thought back to the night of her high school Senior Ball.

His parents were out of town, on one of the few business trips Maggie had ever gone on, and had asked Mike to come home, over his Spring Break, to stay with Ellie while they were gone. He had answered the door when her date showed up, and recognized him as someone who had a rep as a player even when Mike was in school.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 01



Without giving what he was saying much thought, he had told Tommy, "I know my sister is no angel, and I also know she is no slut. I would hate to see her treated as just another notch on the trophy belt of some guy who didn't truly appreciate her. If I thought that was gonna happen, I have a set of those Japanese knives which can cut through a tin can. I wouldn't want to have to break those out ... do you understand?"

Tommy's eyes had widened in fear and he nodded. Later that night, shortly after midnight, Ellie had come storming into his bedroom and started flailing away at him, shrieking, "What did you say to him, you interfering bastard, you!? What did you tell him?"

Mike had grabbed her arms and wrestled her down onto his bed, under him. When she finally realized she couldn't move, Ellie had quieted down, and the tears started down her face. "Damn you, Mike! What did you say to him?"

"Christ, Ellie, I don't remember exactly. Something about I'd hate to see you get hurt and wind up just a notch on some stud's belt. Why?"

"He said you threatened to cut off his balls if he touched me," she sniffled. "I've been flirting with that cowardly prick for three months so he'd ask me to the Ball, counting on him to take my cherry, and you have to scare him off. Now what am I going to do?" Tears began to show, running down along her nose.

"You wanted to lose your cherry to that piece of slime?"

"Well, not specifically him; just to lose it. I've been accepted into the summer program at P'town, just for freshman women, to make sure their math and science skills are up to their standards. If I can pull a B+ or better, I can use the courses for credit. So I won't have any time to fuck around this summer, literally."

"I'm sorry, Ellie; if I had known...is there any way I can make it up to you, or help? I'm afraid I don't have any friends who are at home right now."

Ellie looked up at her brother. Mike saw her worried expression, as Ellie gnawed at her lower lip. She pulled her hand free and motioned for Mike to bend his head down. She put her lips to his ear. "If you really mean that, what you just said about being sorry, and wanting to help; if you really, truly mean that, and want to be a, no, the best brother ever, then you'll do it."

Mike pulled back, a puzzled expression on his face. "Do what?" he asked.

Ellie, put her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. "Fuck me, Mike. Take my cherry and make me a woman."

"I... I... I can't..."

"Why not? Why can't you? I know you have the proper tool. I've seen it, and seen you using it to do what I want you to do."

"What...Who?" he asked, flustered that his sister might have seen him fucking another girl.

"The night Mindy was over and snuck into your room. I was watching you from the hall. She left the door open for me." Ellie grinned. "She said you have one of the nicest cocks she's ever ridden."

"You were watching, and she knew...oh, shit! You conniving little sneak," he said grinning. "And now you want me to do that with you?"

"Yes... no...well, sort of." She went back to chewing her lip, a sign he recognized of her being afraid to ask for something she really wanted.

He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, teasing her with his tongue. "What do you want, Ellie? You know you can ask me for anything, even this, and, if it's physically possible, I'll do it for you."

"Well, with Tommy, I knew I was just going to get fucked, and that was fine. That's all I wanted from him, him to pop my cherry. But since it's going to be you, Mike, can we make it special? Will you make love to me, like I was really your girlfriend, someone you might want to marry?"

Mike felt every fiber of resistance melt and leave him. With a smile, he simply bent down and coaxed his sister's lips apart and slipped his tongue in to play with hers. He pulled her up and got her positioned on his lap so he could unzip her dress.

His lips followed the neckline as it slid down her breasts until they met her strapless demi -bra. He slid his hand over her shoulder and down inside the neckline to softly cup her breast, kissing the side of her neck. His lips slid up to her ear, to softly whisper, "If I'm going too fast, or doing something you don't like, or want me to do differently, let me know. Okay?" She nodded, and tried to cuddle closer.

"I've never...more than kissing, so... just go slow and teach me."

"Are you sure, El? Are you sure you want me to..."

She turned and stopped his question with her lips. "I'd have asked for this before Mindy snuck in here if I wasn't afraid you'd say no and laugh at me or think I was some kind of slut asking my brother for sex. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, Mike. So stop worrying and make love to me, really love me. Please, Mike, I want you..."

Mike kissed her and opened the catch on the front of her bra. He pushed the dress down around her hips and lifted her to slide it and her panties under her, to fall by the side of the bed. They fell back onto the bed and moved around to get comfortable. Ellie reached between them and took hold of Mike's staff. "It didn't look this big when you were with Mindy."

"What can I say? She didn't turn me on as much as you do. I was aware of her reputation for sleeping around. Screwing her was a lot like jacking off. It feels good while it's happening, but isn't really satisfying.

"But with you, aside from the fact I'm making love to my beautiful sister, you're giving me a great gift in choosing me to become your first lover. That makes it doubly special."

He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, while his hand began to softly caress her belly, moving in circles, each one moving closer to her mons. Soon he began to feel the fine curly hairs of her untrimmed thatch. He started a line of kisses down the center of her body, circling her navel just as his fingers began to invade her crease. She hissed and tensed up.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. "You okay?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "What?" he asked.

"It's just me. I guess I'm nervous. Other than Doctor Marie, no one has ever touched me there."

"No one? Do you want me..."

"To keep going. That's what I want, Mike. All the way. Should I be doing something for you? Playing with your thing, or sucking it; I always hear the girls talk about sucking their boyfriends."

"Tonight, let's just worry about you, and getting past that barrier which is causing you so much anxiety. I'll teach you how to do the girl's part another time, okay?" He got on his knees, between her legs and pushed her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed.

Her smile was dazzling. "Another time. You mean you want to do this again?"

He just smiled and handed her a pillow while he dropped his head between her knees. "What's this fo...oooohhhhhmyyyyygaaaawwwwd!" she screamed, covering her face with the pillow.

Ellie had been on the brink of coming ever since Mike had unzipped her dress. The kissing and caressing since then had kept her aroused, but hadn't been sufficient to push her over the edge. However, the first touch of his tongue to her virgin pussy was like someone had touched her with a live wire.

When that tongue invaded her vagina, it was another mind shattering experience for the young virgin. His assault on her clitoris provided them both with a workout as she struggled to get away from the pleasuring eel which was Mike's tongue, and he strove to maintain contact with her sensitive nubbin. He continued until she could no longer stand it and begged him to stop.

He moved up along side her and pulled her to his chest, both on their sides, facing each other. "My god, Mike," she asked, sobbing softly, trying to regain her breathing. "Is it always like this? How do people stand it?"

He laughed. "No, it's not always this intense. It's just because it's your first time and you're not used to it yet. Now, lie back and try to relax while I make sure you're ready."

"You mean there's more? Would it have been anything near this with Tommy?"

"I don't know, love. Don't think about him, just concentrate on what I'm doing, and how it feels. Okay?" She bit her lip and nodded. Mike's hand began to stroke her between her legs, causing a series of shivers to rack her body.

Slowly, she became aware that he had slipped a pair of fingers into her vagina. "Ohmigawd, Mike! What are you doing to me. That feels so fucking awesome!"

He laughed. "That's good. That's how it's supposed to feel. When I lay down, I want you to straddle me, with your vagina right over my hips."

Ellie felt a tremor of anticipation rumble through her belly. "This is it, huh? We're really going to do it; we're going to fuck."

Mike helped her into position, then took her face in his hands. "Listen to me, Ellie. Although the actions, the motions are the same, I will never just fuck you. That implies that I am using you for my own pleasure and don't give a rat's ass about how you feel or if you are even close to being ready or satisfied.

"When a guy or a girl just fucks their partner in sex, that partner is left feeling empty and used. That's what Mindy did to me that night. All she wanted was to say she had fucked a college man. She didn't care if I came or shit.

"What we're doing here, you and me, together, is making love. We are showing each other, in a very special physical way, how much we mean to each other and demonstrating that in an ancient rite of love. The memory of tonight will always remind us of our love for each other, and enrich us. Memories of justfucks remind us of how we let ourselves be used, or used someone, and diminish us."

The teary expression on Ellie's face stopped Mike cold. "Oh, baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just trying to explain..."

"I know, Mike, it's just...when I decided to get Tommy to ask me to the Ball, all I was looking to do was get rid of my cherry, and kind of let it get known that I wasn't the goody-two-shoes every one thought I was.

"But doing this with you, I know it is going to be so much better. I love you Mike. Not just sister and brother, but that's part of it..." Mike's lips stopped her. As their kiss intensified, Mike pushed his hips upward, slowly driving his cock into her virgin vagina.

When Ellie felt the pressure in her lady, she broke the kiss and sat up suddenly, and winced. "Ow oww.!" She looked down where they were joined, to see her pubes resting on his. She grinned, and looked into Mike's face, and seeing the love there, bent down to kiss him.

"We did it, didn't we? I'm not a virgin anymore. Thank you , Mike. Thank you for tonight. And I guess I should thank you for scaring Tommy so badly. If the next time is even..." She stopped as Mike began to move his hips. "Wha...oh, Mike, what are you doing to me? Uh uh uh ohhh damn that feels so...so...oooohhhh goooood...god, Mike, don't stop oh fuck, this, uh, is, uh, what, uh, they, ahh, all, mm taaaallllk abooouuuut uh unh uh unh uh uh uh fuuuuuck me Mike! Oh mi gawwwwwwwiiiiiii'mmmmmm gooonnnnaaa Coooooooooooaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! oh mother shit!" she screamed, dropping down on Mike's chest, sobbing lightly.

"Oh, Christ, Mike! What did you do to me? How can it ever get any better than that? All the girls say the first time is usually the pits compared to doing it later. I won't survive...did you...no, you didn't, did you...do you want to...it's okay; I'm on the pill." She sat up, driving his staff deeper into her belly. "Unhnng. Damn, Mike, it feels like you're trying to push into my stomach. Are all guys as big as you? Do we need to get into another position so you can come..."

Mike pulled her down to kiss her, and roll her over into the missionary position. He pulled her legs up so her knees were on his shoulder, letting him move into her another inch or so. He chuckled when he saw her eyes go a bit bug eyed. "Hush. It's okay to talk a little, but you don't need to provide a running commentary. Unless the guy is totally clueless, he'll be able to tell what you're experiencing."

Ellie grinned. "It's Mindy's fault. She said most guys needed a road map to find her clit, and it was just easier to tell them than struggle to physically lead them by the hand, as she put it."

Mike laughed. "When we're done with your lessons, I hope you'll be able to do a better job choosing partners than she apparently does."

"My lessons? Plural? How many times do you plan on doing this?"

"Well, the folks aren't coming back until a week from Tuesday. That's at least ten days, two or three times a day, unless you have plans for something better."

"I'll have to let you know, but based on my limited experience, I can't imagine anything better," she answered with a grin. Mike kissed her and began moving his hips, slowly, in the ages old dance of procreation that man had turned into recreation.

She had beat him to a climax again, and had experienced a third when she felt his hot spend splash against her inner walls. After he had kissed away her tears, they had fallen asleep, on their sides, facing each other, still joined.

By the time Maggie and Harry got home, their children were experienced lovers, able to read the signals the other was putting out from across the room. While they had spent most of the time alone together, they had gone out a few times with some of their friends, careful to act like siblings instead of lovers.

Ellie had drawn enough attention from Mike's friends that her girl friends were convinced that one of them was responsible for the new glow they saw in her, and congratulated her on becoming a woman before she graduated.

Since that time, because of school requirements, and the on-going presence of family, they had only managed to be together a few times over the intervening two years. Each time, however, had been as satisfying and fulfilling as that first week together.

He saw her coming down the concourse. She would be hard to miss. Like Maggie, she was tall, and had the brunette rendition of her face. Her body was another story.

Full figured, she was definitely feminine, with a well defined hour-glass figure. She had high, pointed breasts, and, he knew, wore a 38C brassiere. With a 26 inch waist and 37 inch hips, it was going to take a strong man to control her in bed.

Her smile seemed forced when she spied him waiting for her. Watching her head for him, his first thought was, "She's like a Norse goddess, with her dark hair and blazing green eyes, walking through the crowd with no thought for anyone." Indeed, she didn't have to push past anyone, the crowd seemed to divide in front of her as she headed directly for Mike.

Before hello, their arms were around each other and lips meshed like those of lovers who thought the other was forever lost. "I didn't think I'd get to see you before I left," Ellie whispered, pulling him tightly against her once their lips separated. "Thank god you're here."

"Is something wrong?" was Mike's first question.

"Later," Ellie said, shaking her head. "Let's get my bag and go somewhere to get a drink, so we can talk."

Part XII

There was a roadhouse about halfway between the airport and their hometown. It was owned by the family of an old girl friend of Mike's. She was tending bar and supervising the dining room when the pair walked in. She recognized them immediately. "Hey, Mike, Ellie! How are you all on this fine afternoon? Can I get you something?"

"Hey, yourself, Evie! You're looking good, especially behind a bar. There's sumpin' about a lady bartender makes a man wanna howl," he drawled, putting on a nasally hillbilly accent, eliciting a laugh from both of the women. "I'll have a short one of whatever ale you have on tap."

"New Holland Gold?" she offered. He nodded and looked at Ellie.

"Oh, uhh, Jack and ginger, I guess."

Evelyn winced and reached for a glass. Mike stopped her. "Just a sec, Evie. Ellie, you know I love you to death, but I'd be failing my duty as a brother, and my sacred calling as a chef if I let you drink that. Is there a reason you need something hard?" She looked at him, and then dropped her gaze to the floor, and nodded. "Make it a CC and ginger, Evie, long on the ginger, and a ginger ale on the side."

Evie's eyebrows went up. "She won't be twenty-one until the fifteenth. Don't worry, if anyone comes in, I'll grab the drink and dump it in the ale."

"You owe me a night in the kitchen, and after, Mike, boy," the slightly plump dishwater blonde said. "Take the last booth, just in case somebody comes in; you'll be mostly hidden."

"You got it. First of July." he said, picking up the drinks and leading Ellie to the booth Evie designated. He slid in beside her, and was surprised when she slid away from him.

"Hey, El. What's going on?"

"After I tell you what I've done, you won't want to touch me. I'm so sorry, Mike." She looked like tears were about to fall. She grabbed her drink and downed it in a single long quaff. "Can I..." she started but stopped when Mike shook his head.

"Whatever you've done, or think you've done, it won't make me love you less. Tell me about it."

She sat, resting her elbows on the table, not looking at him. Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Tuesday night, I was all done with my exams, so Sue, my roommate, and I went out to dinner to celebrate. While we were out we met a couple of cute guys and let them pick us up. While we were all at Zero's drinking, Sue changed her mind and decided to go on home. I...I ...oh, god, I'm so ashamed; I pretended to be drunk and let them take me to their apartment.

"It was awful, Mike. Remember what you told me about what fucking was compared to making love. Well, they really fucked me. They each must have done it to me three or four times. All that fucking and I never came; not even close.

"And one of them did it in my butt. By then I was already so sore, I couldn't tell if it hurt or not. But then they tried to do it at the same time. At first I thought they were both trying to get into my pussy, but the second guy tried to put it back into my bottom. I guess my scream scared them. Anyhow, they left me alone to dress, and called me a cab.

"I'm so sorry, Mike. Just don't hate me." He reached for her and pulled her into a hug.

"I couldn't hate you, El. I'm a little surprised you had the balls to do it. And I'm very glad you didn't get seriously hurt. Have you been checked out for STDs and AIDS? No, then we'll get you to a clinic first thing in the morning. And you're still on the pill?"

"No, I switched to a long term implant. I've been using it for a year now. You really don't hate me? Oh, I was so worried you would. I promise, I won't ever do anything that stupid again." She looked at him. "Are you going to tell Mom?"

"Do you want me to?"

Ellie shook her head, giving him the 'duh' look. "Why would I want you to do that?"

"I have no idea. Why did you ask me if I was going to tell her?"

"You two are so close, and seem to share everything. It's almost like you're married. Speaking of which, have they decided to get divorced yet, or is the Nelson family sniping range still open for business?"

Mike shrugged and sighed. "Unfortunately, it's still open for business, but for tonight, they've called a sort of truce. We're all going to Someplace Else for dinner. Dad will meet us there. He's promised, and since he wants Mom in a conciliatory mood, he'll be there."

"Why, what's he done?"

"He bailed on the cabin this year. Since you're leaving for Europe, it'll just be Mom and me, for three weeks."

"Good for you!" Ellie looked around the bar to see if anyone could overhear them. Satisfied, she leaned in close to Mike. "I know they haven't made love, or had sex, or fucked, whatever it would be between them, since before you went away to school. I hear her sometimes, pleasuring herself, and you know that doesn't last more than a few minutes. Why don't you be a good grown up son and seduce her, make love to her, like you did for my first time?"




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 01



Mike repeated her survey, then leaned down to whisper, "I've already started." Ellie sat up straight and looked at her brother, a wide smile on her face.

"We need to get going," she said. "You can tell me in the car."



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 02



This follows directly from the first chapter. This describes Mikes adventures with Ellie in a threesome with their mother, and the conversation between Mike and Maggie, in which he learns about his father, and they describe their first times. Comments welcome; votes appreciated

Paid to Seduce His Mother Redux

Chapter 2

Part XIII

The two Nelson children were just pulling into Belle Vista Drive when Mike finished bringing Ellie up to date on the condition of their parents' union. She looked at him in wonder. 

"You're telling me our cheating asshole of a father is paying you to convince our mother to do something she already wants to do, is giving you four months to get it done, and is picking up the bill for it, to boot, and what you really need to do, is convince him to apologize to Mom for letting their marriage go to shit?

"And your strategy to do that is to practice full nudity around the house so you can take her to bed and remind her how good sex can be." She laughed. "Sounds like a plan, to me. Damn! I wish I could be here to help." 

Mike grinned at her comment, then sobered up to ask, "Why did you call Dad an asshole? I agree, but I always got the impression he doted on you."

"Yeah, growing up, I felt I had him wrapped around my finger. Then a few weeks ago, he decided to try to collect. Said it was only fair." Ellie looked at her brother and saw the anger building. "No, Mike, it wasn't with him. He tried to set me up for one of his big customers. 

"It was the way he said take him out and show him a 'good time' and don't be upset if he gets a little touchie-feelie. I got an idea what the weekend would be like and told Dad I had an important paper to finish and an exam to study for. 

"He started that old 'sauce for the goose' talk about playing fair with customers. I almost asked him if he had fucked the guy's daughter. Maybe I should have. You say he has a girl staying in the company apartment. Have you seen her?"

She almost choked from laughing when he told her about walking in on them. "In our living room! I swear, the only brains he has are in his dick. Did you tell Mom about that? No? Good; she doesn't need to know how lucky she is." Mike pulled into the driveway, and almost before he could stop, she was out of the car and on her way in the front door.

Part XIV

Mike grabbed her suitcase from the back of his Jeep and was just entering the door when he heard his sister asking if the pool was useable. She was just removing her panties when he walked into the kitchen, in front of a very shocked Maggie. "Ellie, what are you doing? Your brother..."

"Oh, Mom, don't be such a stick. It's not the first time he's seen all of me, and probably not the last. Are you going to come in with me? Skinny dipping is so much fun; nearly as good as...well, maybe not that good, but it is better than with a suit on."

"What on earth are they teaching you down there, young la...woman; you're certainly no lady any more."

Ellie grinned and began unbuttoning her mother's shirt. "C'mon, Mom. Try it. Don't worry about Mike. I'm sure he's seen lots of T 'n' P. Hell, we stopped at Waverley's on the way home and the waitress practically jumped on him when we walked in." By this time, Ellie was pushing her mother's shirt off her shoulders, revealing the fact she wore no bra. 

Maggie grabbed for her hands, trying to stop her determined daughter. "Ellie. Stop this nonsense, now. No, Ellie! Leave my shorts alone. Ellie, I said stop! No, not my panties! Mike, stop looking at me. You shouldn't see me naked, like this. Go grab us some towels and bring out a bottle of wine and some glasses... And some robes!" Ellie took hold of Maggie's arm and led her out to the pool.

"And Mike," called Ellie, "you can't come out unless you're naked!" 

"Ellie," admonished Maggie. "What's gotten into you? Or shouldn't I ask?"

"Well, Momma," she replied, with a sly smile, "I have to confess, I haven't exactly been a nun while I've been away. In fact, a few nights ago I had my first threesome with a couple of guys I let pick me up. It wasn't a very good experience. Mike said he'd take me to the clinic to get checked for STDs."

"You told Mike? Wh...Why?" Maggie plopped down on one of the chaises, her legs crossed and her arms shielding her breasts. Ellie sat down beside her, their knees touching, and leaned so their shoulders touched. She thought for a moment.

"His opinion of me means a lot to me and I didn't want him to hear it from somebody else. He's taught me a lot about men and women, and it has really helped me deal with relationships while I've been in school. And so far, he's been right, in what he taught me."

"I'm almost afraid to ask..." Maggie looked at her daughter, not sure she really wanted the answer she expected. Ellie looked her in the face, with no trace of shame as she answered.

"Yes, he was my first, and so far, my best ever, and not just because he was first or is my brother, but because he showed he loved me enough to care about my needs, too. We didn't just fuck, or have sex, Mom. He made love to me. You should let him make love to you, too. It would remind you how love is supposed to be."

"Ellie! How do you..."

"Mom, I'm right across the hall. I can hear you moaning, and, sometimes, I can even hear your vibrator. A few times with Mike, and you'd throw that toy away, I'm sure."

Maggie was just about to say something when Mike coughed to discreetly announce his presence. "If you want a swim before we go, you should get it now. We have to be at the restaurant in a little less than two hours, and it'll take almost a half hour to get there that time of night." He struggled to not stare at the two women who were facing him. Ellie saw his struggle and grinned as she reached out and drew Maggie to her side.

"I guess I'll have to wait. Maybe when we get home, you and I can have an after dark swim, Mikey. Isn't Mom beautiful? So slender and such pretty titties. And you can tell she doesn't have to trim her pussy. Wouldn't you just love to kiss it?" She reached over and pulled Maggie's legs open.

"Ellie!" Maggie and Mike shouted in unison.

"What? You both want to, so why not admit it?" She released Maggie and walked up to Mike. Taking hold of his semi-hard cock, she reached up and kissed him. "I told her about us," she whispered. Mike's stomach sank as he looked at his mother, whose hands, at that moment, were busy, each subtly kneading the breast it was covering.

He gave Ellie a smack on the butt and sent her into the house to get changed for dinner. When she was safely inside, he grabbed a robe and walked to his mother. "Mike," she started. "Your sister?" 

He opened the robe and held it for her. When she had her arms in the sleeves, he wrapped his around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat down. He held her tightly against him as he told her about Ellie's Senior Ball experience. 

Maggie was still wrapped in his arms, cuddled into his chest when he finished. She turned her face up and kissed him. "I'm glad you were there for her. For the rest of the weekend, as long as your father is around, we'll have to behave like mother and son. Tuesday, We'll leave Maggie here, while you drive Meg to our trysting place.

"Let's go get dressed."

Part XV

Dinner was as successful as possible under the circumstances. Harry was more than impressed at the end of the meal when he called for the bill and found that the dinner was on the chef because of Mike's impending employment and winning the end of year competition. Mike was asked if he wanted to see the kitchen, and accepted the offer.

As Mike walked away, Harry looked at his daughter, and asked, "What are your plans this weekend?"

"I really hadn't made any. Just hang out with the family. Especially with Mike home. His being here was a nice surprise."

"Well, I hope we get to spend some time together. You did me a big favor."

"I did? How? And why wouldn't we have time together?"

"McCallister was very impressed with your decision to pass up a free dinner to study, especially at a school like P'Town. His sons went there, and, in his words, majored in partying and drinking. He said your obvious maturity and seriousness about your studies reflected well on your upbringing, and indirectly on the business. He signed a contract making us his primary supplier for mechanical fasteners.

"As to the other; I have a business trip I need to prepare for, so I'm going to be staying at the apartment for the next few days, before I leave."

"Your daughter is going to be gone for over a year, and you're going to pass up your last opportunity to spend some time with her to shack up with your..." Maggie's voice was full of bitterness, and she failed to complete her thought with anything but a shudder.

Ellie reached out for her mother's hand and looked at her Dad. "Sounds like you're going to be pretty busy, Dad. Why don't you give me a call Sunday? Maybe we can get together for coffee before I have to leave."

"Which is when, honey?" Harry asked, not looking at his wife. She had tried on at least three separate occasions to talk to him about this weekend with Ellie.

"I have to be at the airport in New Haven at 6:30 Sunday evening to catch a puddle jumper to LaGuardia . Then Monday, the school has set up a medical review, to make sure we have all our immunizations and vaccinations, and aren't harboring any medical weirdness, and then Tuesday, they come around and collect all our baggage. 

"They've chartered a special flight to Heathrow. We all have a week in London, then those that are going to the continent get sent on. I'll be going to Guildford in Surrey for the fall, then to Lausanne for a semester at the hospitality school. Next summer, I'll tour a little, and be back here in time for Mike's birthday in July." 

"Well," Harry responded, "sounds like you're going to busy next year. Sunday, we will definitely get together. Look, I, uh, I have to run. Tell Mike I said thanks for dinner, and I'm proud of him for landing a job here. I'll call him when I get back." 

Mike was gone a bit more than a half hour. He had been duly impressed with the set up and by the personnel he met, some of whom he knew from school. He was surprised when he returned to find the two women alone. Maggie saw the question in his face as he rejoined them.

"Your father, if you want to claim him as such, will be spending the night with his whore at the apartment. He said he had to prepare for his trip out west, and would call you when he got back."

Mike nodded. "Okay. Shall we go home, then, or would you two want to do something else?"

Before Maggie could say anything, Ellie interjected, "Home, please. I'm a little tired."

"Home it is," Mike answered, pulling out Maggie's chair and helping her up. Ellie watched him with a smile and stayed seated. He grinned and pulled out her chair and extended his hand.

"Thank you, big brother," she said with a coy smile. 

Outside, as they waited for the valet to bring their SUV to them, Ellie raised up on tiptoe and whispered to Mike, "Can I sleep with you while I'm home? I'm going to be gone a long time, and will miss you."

Over her head, Mike looked at Maggie, who, guessing what the conversation was about, nodded, giving Mike a smile. He bent down and whispered his answer to Ellie, "Mom said it was okay."

Ellie whipped her head around to see Maggie smiling at her children. The valet drove up at that moment, precluding any more conversation for a few minutes. As they sorted themselves out to get into the car, Ellie took Maggie's hand and pulled her mother into the back seat with her. 

As Mike pulled into traffic, Ellie leaned into Maggie. "Are you sure you don't mind, Momma? I really just wanted to share his bed, but if you're okay with it, then I'm going to ask him to make love to me."

Maggie put her arm around her daughter. "Honey, I can't forbid you from having sex with anyone. Especially your brother, when I'm going to be doing that same thing with him Tuesday night. You have him all to yourself tonight, and tomorrow night. I'll try not to be jealous. Thank goodness, you'll be at the other end of the hall, though," she finished, with a small laugh.

"You could join us..." Ellie said

"No, but thank you, Sweetie. I have a feeling you really need this time with Mike, alone. I'll be fine. I have my magic silver bullet, and three weeks of unrestrained sex to look forward to. Don't you worry, just enjoy yourselves."

Mike pulled his mother's SUV into the garage and helped the women from the back seat. Ellie was first and gave him a thankful smile. As she established her balance, she reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, and moved out of her mother's way.

Mike reached in to help Maggie from the car. As she stepped out, she revealed her thigh all the way to her furry minge. His eyes stayed glued to the sight until he felt her squeeze his hand. Only then did he become aware of the fabric in between their hands. She also gave him a kiss on the cheek as she straightened up, and whispered, "Just in case you needed some inspiration tonight. If you don't, then they are a reminder of what's going to be waiting for you next week."

Part XVI

In the living room, Maggie had embraced her two children together, kissing them both on the lips. She had then unzipped Mike's pants and pulled out his cock. After wrapping Ellie's fingers around the shaft, she had told the young woman, "Here you go, Sweetie. It's all yours until Sunday morning. Use it as much as you want, but remember, it has a very important date Tuesday evening. Now, off with you."

"Are you sure, Momma, you don't want..." Maggie placed her fingers over Ellie's mouth and shook her head.

"You have him for two nights; I'll have him for three weeks. Go, now."

Up in Mike's room, Ellie stood still as Mike unzipped her dress while standing in front of her, their lips seemingly locked together. When the zipper reached bottom, he slid his hands up her bare back, just inside the parted fabric, causing her to softly hum her approval.

Mike pulled the dress forward, off her shoulders, and broke the kiss to step back and admire his sister's luscious body. It took him a few seconds to realize she was tanned all over, with no tan lines. With a wide grin, he offered, "Must be great, having all that sunshine. Are all the coeds as tanned as you?"

"No," she said. "Down there I don't qualify as tanned. As far as those candidates for melanoma are concerned, I'm still bisque-ware (referring to the low fired, pre-glazed state of poured slip ceramics-ware)." 

She put her arms around her brother and hugged him tightly. "Hold me, Mikey. Can we just cuddle for a while? I think I need that more than anything else, right now. I wish Momma had joined us. I feel sad about not including her. Do you think you could persuade her to come down here?"

"If you want all three of us in bed comfortably, then we should go join her. She has a king size bed, while we both have doubles. We can go there in a little bit. Give her a chance to settle down and take care of things."

Ellie giggled. "Yeah, like her silver bullet."

Mike chuckled. "I was thinking more along the lines of bathroom, and make-up removal, but yeah, that, too. We can lie down while we wait, and you can tell me why you're so insistent on having Mom join us."

"Mmm, I, uh, mmm. It's...I, ahh, I want to be sure you and her get together. Is that so bad?" She asked, situating herself beside him on the bed.

He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. "No, El, that's not bad, except right now, she doesn't want to do that. How many times did she say no, two, three?"

"Yeah, something like that. Why?"

"Have you ever been out with a guy, who was all over you, and you realized the only way to get out of the situation was to give him either a hand job, or a blow job?" She nodded, frowning. "How was he any different from what you're doing? By constantly asking and pushing, you're trying to wear her down until she says yes, just to stop the harassment. It's sorta like date rape."

"But girls can't rape girls, that's..."

"You're ignoring her feelings, forcing her to comply with yours. The only difference is that you don't have a cock of your own, so you're using mine. And I don't remember anyone asking me if I wanted to make love with Mom tonight."

Ellie looked up at him, gnawing at her lower lip. "I'm sorry. I was just..."

"I know, sweetheart, and I appreciate it, but Mom's the one you need to apologize to." When she moved to sit up, he laughed and pushed her back down onto the bed. "It can wait until morning. Wasn't there something else you wanted to do tonight?"

With a shy smile, belied by the passion in her eyes, she shook her head. "But I'll let you convince me, if you want to," she purred.

Mike rolled over on his back. "Funny," he chortled, "that's just what I was going to say."

Ellie rolled over and jumped on him. "Why you..." she laughed, and began to bat at his head, lightly slapping at him, barely more than patting his pate. After several seconds of being a passive target, Mike reached up and took her hands in his, and pulled her down on top of him.

"That's no way to seduce a guy," he said, his lips against hers as he kissed her. "You need to start here." He released her hands and started to lightly caress her back, his hands moving in long strokes parallel to her spine. Ellie relaxed and let her body mold to his as she increased the fervor in her kiss. 

She felt his cock begin to come to life and ground her pussy against his pubes. When she felt him pushing back, she reached down between them and pulled his staff up so it laid on his belly, between their pubes so she could slide her cleft against him. She felt as much as heard his groan when she started.

"What you want, big guy?" she hissed in his ear, running her tongue around the edge and into the center. 

He tightened his arms about her. "You," he whispered back. "I want you, Ellie. I want you on my cock, pumping the cunt you said I could always have, up and down until you empty my nuts. And then I want you to lick me clean while I suck my cum out of you. That's what I want."

"You son of a bitch," she moaned. "You've got me so fucking turned on, I can't move. Make me come, big brother, and then I'll do it just like you asked." Mike pulled her to him for a kiss and grabbed her ass, pulling her up his body until he felt his cock pop free. 

He grabbed it and slid it up and down her slit a few times before searching out her opening. When Ellie felt it settle into position, she pushed back, impaling herself on her brother's imitation of re-bar. They moaned in unison.

Ellie began to pump her hips up and down Mike's staff, slowly at first, gaining force and speed as she became used to having the rigid one-eyed snake inside her. 

Since her first time, with Mike, she had seen quite a number of naked cocks. Nude beaches and sun bathing areas, and a couple of frat parties she had been invited to, plus the male models in the life drawing class she had managed to get into last year, had provided ample opportunity. Her brother didn't have the largest dick she had ever seen, but he was one of the top three or four. And he was certainly the thickest she had personally experienced. 

Ellie felt the tingle in her belly which signaled that she was close to the point of inevitability–that point where she wouldn't be able to stop. She felt Mike begin to push up into her, "El, I...I..." 

"Go ahead, Mikey; it's okay. I want to feel you come inside me. Come in me, Mikey; wash my pussy walls with your cream. Come in your little sister, Mikey; give her your clam sauce. Do it Mike, I want to feel you squirt in me; c'mon, Mi..i...i...oh oh oh oh mi gawd Mike I'm coooommmmiiiinnnnn..." and she collapsed on his chest, quivering in release as she recovered from her orgasm. 




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 02



When she was able to notice her surroundings, she was aware that Mike's staff had fallen out of her quim and a warm liquid was running out of her. She raised her face to look at her sibling. "Did you..." He nodded. She dropped her gaze and rested her face on his chest. "Damn, I didn't feel it." She turned her face to look at him. "I wanted to feel your cum splash against my vagina walls," she pouted. "Oh, well, I guess we'll just have to do it again, won't we?" 

Mike laughed and pulled her to him for a kiss. "First, we have to finish this. Turn around so we can 69." Ellie grinned and crab walked her way into the 69 position, never losing bodily contact with her brother. As she moved her leg over his face, he grabbed her hips and pulled them toward his lips. "Don't swallow if you can help it. When we're done, we'll snoball our loads and leave you with a present for Mom."

"Are you sure? Isn't that along the lines of what you were saying?" She ran her tongue up the side of Mike's cock, already hard again. She felt the flat of his tongue sweep around her labia. "Mmm. That feels nice," she murmured, slurping his head into her mouth. In reply, Mike simply groaned.

"Well, isn't it?" she demanded.

"I don't know, El, and right now, I'm too busy with this pretty pussy to worry or think about any other," he said, thrusting his tongue as far into her as he could, causing her to moan around his cock's crown. 

"Well, then, if you think it would be okay, you do it. I'll come along to watch, and if she isn't totally grossed out, maybe I'll join in. How would that be?" she asked, pushing her creamy pussy into his mouth. She felt him nod in reply.

She ran her tongue up all four sides of his member, and took all of him into her gullet, before pulling off him, her cheeks deeply hollowed by the force of her suction. "How you doing down there?" she slurred, trying not to lose any of the juices she had cleaned from him.

"Mmm duhn," he gurgled. Ellie laughed and crawled off him and turned to kiss him, and trade mouthfuls. After a brief tongue sparring match, which thoroughly mixed the fluids, she broke the kiss.

"Are you really going to go give that to Mom?" Mike nodded. "You're so nasty," she laughed. "I love you." 

Maggie was just recovering from her second round with her silver bullet when Mike knocked at her door. "Come in," she called, straightening her covers. Mike opened the door and approached the bed. She noticed his strained smile, and wondered what was going on.

"What is it, honey?" she asked as he sat down on the bed. When he leaned in to kiss her without answering, she realized what was happening, and smiled. She met his kiss with her lips open, and met his tongue before it left his mouth. She hummed her approval and pulled him to her, lying back in the bed.

She felt Ellie pull the covers from her and crawl onto the bed. When she tried to back away from her son, he wouldn't let her, but increased the fervency in his kiss and began to fondle her breast, pinching the nipple in his palm. Ellie situated herself between Maggie's knees and placed a string of kisses up her thigh until she reached her quim.

Maggie managed to break the kiss and got one arm free. She reached down and pulled Ellie's face into her crotch. "You brats!" she exclaimed, "I hope you know what you're doing, Ellie, because I'm not letting you go until you're done. Michael, it's time for you to start nursing at my breast again. Get to it. Yesss, ooohhhh, sooo gooood. Yes, just like that, both of you. 

"Thank you for the snoball. I gather it was from Ellie's kitty;." Mike nodded. "I thought I tasted something more than semen. Who do I get to thank for the idea." When Mike raised his head to reply, Maggie pushed him back down to her nipple. "Nobody said you could talk. Point."

Mike raised his arm and waved it about, vaguely pointing at Ellie and himself. "Both of you?" queried Maggie.

Ellie raised her face. "The snoball was Mike's idea, but I said he should deliver it." Maggie pushed her head down. 

"Then, thank you both. This feels so good, I think I'll just go to sleep. See you in the morning." With a smile and a sigh, Maggie closed her eyes and relaxed into her pillow.

Ellie was alarmed. The only times she had ever received oral sex was when Mike did it for her, and she was always so highly aroused, she usually came in three or four minutes. She had already been busy in her mother's punani for twice as long as it took her to come, and now her mother was going to go to sleep. How could she do that?

She began to increase the speed and force she was using to flick her tongue against the tiny appendage at the top of her mother's slit. When Ellie increased her efforts, it elicited a moan from Maggie and increased pressure on the back of Ellie's head. The older woman's hips began to undulate, pushing into her daughter's mouth. 

Mike was immediately aware of the increased activity in his mother's body, and increased the suction he used on her breast. He changed boobs and brought his hand into play on the one he abandoned, pinching, pulling and twisting the nipple. In a few minutes, the increased activity had the desired effect, and Maggie's body arched as she opened her mouth in a long, silent scream. Ellie was inundated in her mother's spend, totally surprised at the amount of fluid her mother produced in her climax.

The three of them lay there in a heap for a few minutes before Maggie moved. She pushed Mike into a sitting position and pulled herself up to sit against her headboard. When Ellie raised her face to look at Maggie, it glistened in the low light from the single lit bedside lamp. "Oops," laughed Maggie. "Do I need some dry sheets, Sweetie?" When Ellie nodded, she asked, "Would you, please?"

Ellie worked her way off the bed and pattered her way to the linen closet in the hall. Maggie looked at her son, love in her eyes. "What was this all about? Couldn't wait?"

"Not that, but... no, Ellie wanted me to come down and convince you to join us in making love. I thought this might be an acceptable alternative, since you had already told her no a few times."

Maggie smiled at her oldest. "Very acceptable. Now, help me strip the bottom sheet and put the bed back together. Then you two can go back to doing what you were up to which led to this. Or get some sleep, seeing how late it is," she added, looking at clock. "There's not a whole lot of night left, and you don't want to spend all day in bed, or do you?" she asked with a smile.

"Not til Wednesday," he grinned, making her blush.

After changing Maggie's bed, Mike and Ellie went back to his room, to sleep. They fell asleep with Mike spooning his sister, cradling a breast with one hand and supporting his head on the pillow with the other arm. When Maggie looked in on them in the morning, their positions were reversed, with Ellie spooning Mike, her visible hand in possession of his morning wood.

Ellie was awake when Maggie looked in and smiled her good morning greeting, beckoning her mother to come in. Responding to Maggie's puzzled look, she asked, "He's always like this in the morning. Are all men? I'd think it would hurt."

"I don't know about all, but, yes, most men wake up hard. You'll hear them refer to their morning wood, or piss hard. Some of them call it their breakfast boner. Back in the days I was more active sexually than I have been recently, I used to like waking my lover up with a morning bj. And they always seemed to really appreciate it. I think the sense of urgency from their bladder makes them more sensitive somehow."

Seeing a devilish gleam develop in her daughter's eye, she laughed and said, "I'm going down to make coffee and start breakfast, or brunch. It's already ten o'clock."

"Okay, Momma. We'll be down as soon as I get Sleepy here in functioning order."

Maggie looked back over her shoulder as she went out the door. "How do you spell that?" eliciting a hearty laugh from the lusty brunette as she slid her mouth down the rigid staff her big brother sported.

Part XVII

After Mike took Ellie to the local Planned Parenthood as he had promised, it was a relaxing day of family togetherness. After a late breakfast of fruit, yogurt and scones, Maggie had surprised her children by announcing she was going for a dip in the pool. As they watched, she pulled off her tee shirt as she walked toward the french doors, revealing that she would be topless. By the time she reached the pool apron, she was dropping her panties in the grassy surround. Mike watched, open mouthed, as a very nude Maggie executed a perfect jack knife off the diving board.

He and Ellie quickly cleared the breakfast dishes and joined their mother outside. It was perfect May afternoon. The sun was bright and warm, tempered by a gentle on shore breeze. Knowing how uncomfortable sunburn could be, Mike, ever the attentive son and brother, offered the women his services in applying a combination sun block and moisturizer. Needless to say, they accepted. 

He spent an enjoyable half hour applying the lotion to every part of their bodies, turning the application into an extended caress. From his point of view, his only flub came when he attempted to apply the lotion to his mother's inner labia. She had gently grabbed his wrist and shook her head. "That's for later," she whispered as she let it go. Not for the first time that day, or the last, he had felt a surge of blood to his groin.

After he had finished lotioning them, mother and sister had joined forces to protect him from the ravages of the sun. Recognizing the terrible danger it might present, they applied all four hands to the job of protecting his manhood. Using techniques known only to the feminine half of the population, they were able to bring him to the brink of climax and hold him there for an extended period of time. 

When he made the observation that he had been told such caresses were for later, his mother replied that the inner labia weren't as exposed to the sun as his organ, and that the effects of sunburn on said organ were too horrible to contemplate, possibly putting it out of commission for a month or more. Did he really want to chance that?

However, his observation did result in a lull in the activity as his mother suggested he roll over so they could tend to his back. While he was flipping over, one of the women reached between his legs and pulled his member down so it was positioned between his thighs when he settled down on his front side. 

He started to complain about the discomfort when one of the two began to lightly tickle his crown. As she concentrated on his frenulum site, he stopped resisting and gave into the sensation, creating a trail of silvery liquid nearly to his ankles. 

"Oops," laughed Maggie. "Looks like we overdid it, Ellie; sorry about that, honey. You should go in the pool and rinse off the few bits which splashed on your legs."

He did, and after that, the tenor of their interactions was more 'normal family' than 'lets see how much we can turn each other on.' Even when reapplying the sun block, touches to the various erogenous zones were treated as everyday occurrences, not something to be excited by. Soon, it was as if the whole family had practiced naturalism their whole life.

As the afternoon waned, the topic of dinner came up. Ellie requested burgers and dogs done on charcoal, with potato salad. After a very brief consultation, they decided to pass on the baked beans and settled on cold pickled beets. They quickly perused the pantry and discovered they had everything they needed. 

After putting the potatoes on to cook, Mike threw on some shorts and drove to the closest video store where he picked up DVDs of 'the Dragon Tattoo,' Contagion,' and the latest release in the Midsomer Murders series. On the off chance his sister and mother were in more of a chick flick mood, he picked up the two Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan hits.

While Mike was gone, Maggie and Ellie laughed about how they had teased the young man. Maggie raised her eyebrow at the younger woman. "Are you up for a little fun, sort of like last night, and perhaps a little more?"

Ellie looked at her mother, a shocked smile on her face. "What..."

Part XVIII

They had left Mike in charge of putting the meal together while they went off to shower. During dinner they kept him busy getting up and down, to get, and to return, condiments, silverware, relishes, crudites, clean glasses, bottle openers, what-have-you. Their goal was to take a tired Mike into the den to watch TV. 

They looked at his selections and chose the one film they knew he could practically recite. When he tried to excuse himself they implored him to stay; after all, it was Ellie's last night home until next summer. With the carb rich meal, the day in the sun, the activity during dinner, and the sweet dessert wine Maggie had found, Mike was dozing by the time Jonah was dialing Dr. Marcia.

Carefully, Maggie placed cotton make-up pads over his eyes and bound them in place with a scarf. Meanwhile, Ellie was busy securing his hands at his waist so he couldn't use them. They struck the mother lode in luck. Mike didn't even stir until they were done. They even had time to slip a pair of mittens over his hands so he wouldn't be able to feel anything. 

Maggie shook him gently and called his name. "Mike! Mike, honey, wake up." He awoke with a start and began to flail about when he discovered he couldn't see or move his arms. 

"What the Fuck!" he shouted, calming down when he felt his mother's hands on his chest.

"Shhh. Easy, honey. Relax; you're alright. Now, Ellie and I are going to lead you to my bedroom where we are going to play a little game. We are going to strip you, at least as far as we can, and position you in the middle of my bed. We're going to be touching you, either separately or together. You will have one guess to identify one of us, either the one touching you, or which of us is doing what to you.

"If you are right, we take off the blindfold and we'll continue doing what we were doing. However, if you are wrong, the game is over. The blindfold comes off, your hands are released and you go back to your bed, alone.

"Do you understand the rules?"

Mike laughed. "Let me be sure. If I don't say anything, you guys will continue with the touching. If I guess and guess right, then the only change is, the blindfold comes off, but if I guess and guess wrong, everything stops."

"I knew you were smart, Mikey," chuckled Ellie. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Oh, I almost forgot. You can't climax unless you guess first," Maggie said, the smile on her face clear in her voice.

"You gotta be shittin' me!" cried Mike.

"If you do, you'll be taken to your bed and left there, blindfolded, and bound until morning."

"How in hell am I..."

"You're a smart bear. I'm sure you'll figure it out. We'll do our best to keep you from having an orgasm, but, as I'm sure you are aware, sometimes, shit happens." Mike just groaned and let them lead him to Maggie's bedroom.

As they removed his shorts and jockeys, Mike became aware that his sister and mother were close enough in size that he couldn't tell them apart. And the way each caressed his body as they did so did not offer any clue. Their hands on his tool felt the same. He thought about what they might do and hoped he would be able to differentiate them by technique if they performed oral sex on him.

When Mike was pushed down on the bed he remembered watching the deliverymen assemble his parent's bedstead. Inside the frame they had secured a platform, on which they had placed a high quality extra firm king sized mattress, one of those where each individual coil spring was individually wrapped and attached, and topped it with a six inch thick memory foam pad. An elephant could sit down on the side of the bed and he wouldn't be aware of it. 

His only hope of 'winning' this game, if there was such a thing, was that the women wanted to stretch it out as long as they could. 

Part XIX

It began simply enough, very much like his caresses to his mother the day before: lightly stroking his chest and abs in ever widening and interlocking circles. "You're making this is too easy," he said, grinning. "That's both of you."

"Are you sure?" Maggie asked, her voice seemingly right above his face. "Do you want to make that a guess?" she went on. Suddenly he was aware of something, someone tickling the bottom of his feet as they pulled his legs apart while the circles grew larger.

"Uhh, no," he muttered, trying to pull his feet from the person tickling them.

"Shhh, relax and just let it happen. This is all meant to give you pleasure. To help you appreciate it, there will occasionally be some discomfort, but it won't last long. Just like when you cook. Almost any spice by itself either tastes awful, or might burn the tongue, but mixed in with other ingredients, mmm, delicious."

"Uhh huh, I understand, I think. I...I'll try to relax."

"Good boy. Have you figured out who's doing what to your body yet?" the laugh was clear in her voice, clearly a challenge. 

He was about to answer when he felt his legs being pulled apart. Something, it felt like a feather, was tickling at his ankle. As soon as he became aware of it, the sensation began moving up his leg, accompanied by what could only be hair. Long hair, it had to be Ellie; then the same sensation began on the other ankle, so that he was feeling the hair and the feathery touches on both legs at the same time. "Oh, shit!" he thought. "The feathers, it's gotta be tongues. Omigod, are they..."

When the sensation reached his knees, he felt his legs being pulled outwards again. Just before it became uncomfortable, they pressed on his knees, bending his legs so that he looked like a frog waiting for dissection. The women began substituting kisses and nips for the light tonguing they had been doing. That, and the thought that he might soon be getting a blow job from his mother brought Mike to the edge. Instinctively, his hips began a rhythmic thrusting. 

Maggie reached over and tapped her daughter on the shoulder and waved her away from Mike, nodding toward his groin. Ellie saw the thrusting, and saw the deep color of Mike's crown, eliciting a devilish grin. She pursed her lips and leaned in, as if to blow out a candle. With a laugh, Maggie grabbed Mikes staff at the bottom, pinching it firmly.

"This doesn't count, Mike. When it's necessary, I will do this from time to time, to keep you in the game. Just relax, now, and catch your breath. We're about to start again. Do you need a drink of water, or anything else?"

"N...No, I'm fine, I guess. H..how far are you planning to go?"

"Unh uh. No clues. Besides, that depends on you and how long you can hold out." She released his dick and he felt them crawling over him, back and forth, a half dozen times, until he had no idea where anyone, including himself, was located. 

The first thing he felt was, he was sure, a set of fingers spider walking up his right thigh, to be immediately copied on his left. Then there was a tongue lapping at his ball sac, and someone trying to inhale one of his nuts. He couldn't restrain his body and it pushed his hips up, accompanied by a deep moan. 

Someone, it sounded like Ellie, tittered, but he couldn't be sure. He had decided not to guess until he absolutely had to come, wanting to see how far Maggie and Ellie were willing to go. Ellie, he was sure, wouldn't balk at fucking him in front of Maggie, but what would Maggie do? 

She was fine with her children screwing each other down the hall from her bedroom. Would she tolerate it in the same room, with her watching? She had told them both she planned to fuck her son two days and three hundred miles from here. Could she/would she take the game that far that she actually slid her pussy over his knob and down his rod?




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 02



Mike resolved to find out.

Part XX

The spider walking fingers were approaching the juncture of his thighs. The mouth abandoned its task and began to slowly nibble its way up his shaft to the now purple plum which functioned as his glans. There it was joined by the other pair of lips tasked with pleasuring him. 

Together the two sets of lips and tongues worked over his glans until it was obvious that he was about ready to blast a hole in the ceiling. Maggie reached out and pinched the base of his cock again, provoking another deep, almost guttural, moan.

"Easy, sport. Or are you ready to try a guess?" Maggie asked and kissed him on his open lips. He heard a smack, and felt his mother jerk away, laughing.

"No fair," Ellie stated, "unless I get a free kiss, too."

"Okay," Maggie said, her amusement plain. "Go ahead, but be gentle. We don't want him to come, yet."

"Well," his sister answered, "we just wouldn't count it. Think how much longer he might last."

To Mike it sounded like they were right by his head, but he could feel their hands on his cock. When he heard Ellie's comment on making him last longer, he emitted an involuntary groan. Her lips came down and pressed on his, her tongue barely grazing his lips. "Don't worry, Mikey; we'll be gentle."

He heard them walking around the bed, and felt them climbing over him. Then all four hands were sliding down his cock. They slid over his glans, smearing the pre-cum there around the plum shape and spreading it down his shaft and lubricating their hands at the same time. He could tell they were taking turns and alternating their hands but there was no way to tell them apart, and they were working silently. Had he been able to see, the mother-daughter pair were engaged in a fierce lip lock while they jointly jacked off their son/brother. 

In a few minutes they could feel he was at the danger point again. "Are you ready to guess, Mike, or should I pinch it off again?"

"P...p... pinch it, please," he was able to gasp out. He felt, he was sure, his mother pinch his cock at the base, just above his sack, then one of them licked his crown and gently blew on it. "N..no fair, Ellie. It's a time out."

Both of the women laughed. "What makes you think that was me?" asked his sister.

"Experience," he laughed.

"Hmmph," was her only reply. A few seconds later, Maggie released her grip and he sensed the women moving again. 

Part XXI

He was slightly startled when he felt the memory foam next to his head react, and then a knee brushed his cheek. He caught the scent of arousal and felt the moist heat of an aroused vagina settle on his face. As the woman shimmied around to find her best position, he felt a warm mouth envelop his glans and slide down his shaft. 

The pussy covering his face started humping it, obviously asking for stimulation. When he was slow to respond, the mouth on his dick pulled off with a loud 'pop'. As soon as his mouth opened and his tongue made its presence known, he felt the damp heat on his cock again.

Whoever was delivering the blow job was good. It was stimulating, but not so much that he was ready to blast her tonsils. When he felt ready for stronger stimulation, he began to pay more attention to the clit dangling above his mouth. He started pulling at it with his lips, and flicking it with his tongue. He was surprised when there was no comparable increase in activity on his rod.

When the obvious answer occurred to him, for the first time since the 'game' began, he felt he had some control over how it would end. 

The woman riding his face soon began to show signs of losing control. Her hip motion wasn't as regular or steady as it had been in the beginning, and she was beginning to bounce more than glide as she moved. Just as he was sure she was going to climax, she pulled herself away with a low moan and fell off him onto the bed. The moan confirmed for him his suspicions about who was where.

Maggie asked him if he was ready to hazard a guess. Rather than chancing his voice revealing his confidence, he simply shook his head.

Without a word, the women traded places, only this time the woman on his face knelt before him with her feet on his shoulders, pulling his face into her quim by cradling his head in her hands. As she nudged his mouth with her gash, the other woman began licking his balls and sliding her tongue up his shaft. As soon as his tongue joined the play, he felt her mouth gulp down his joystick.

He knew, or thought he knew what was next, and furiously worked to get the punani on his face to the point of climaxing so the women would take a short break and give him some recovery time. As if she was reading his mind, the talented tongue working on his manhood was, as much as she could, treating him to the same treatment he had given her a few minutes earlier.

He was afraid he was about to come, and tried thinking of something to turn off the arousal or distract him when he felt a pinching at the bottom of his shaft. "Ellie, God bless you!" he thought as he thrust his tongue into what he thought must be his mother's pussy, shoving her to, if not over, the climax precipice. 

Her low moan as she fell off him made Mike wonder if he had it right. The two were so alike, it was uncanny. Would his mother stop him from coming in the middle of the game? He knew she wasn't above bending a few rules when it came to business. Their's wasn't truly a woman owned business.

And, he had seen her flirt outrageously with some of the men who came to the office to do business to get a better price or more advantageous terms. "Oh, shit!" he thought; "am I wrong?" 

He could feel the woman lying beside him move away by the loss of heat from her body. Again, he heard them moving around and felt them crawling over him so he had no idea who was where. He felt a mouth envelop his cock once more, only to quickly abandon it. Then, delight of delights, he felt the foam depress by his hips and a leg was dragged over his thighs, and a pussy slid up and down his cock, pressing it into his stomach.

The pressure relented, and a hand was guiding it, positioning it. He felt his tip slip and lodge in a small opening. Some pressure downward on his cock and the opening gave way, opening as he was slowly engulfed in that warm wetness that is the gateway to paradise. 

The pressure was even and constant. She slid all the way to the bottom, making not a sound. Had he been able to see her, the woman's eyes were screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as she accommodated the long thickness.

As her vagina stretched to fit the lingam, the woman began to cautiously move up and down on the rigidity invading her yoni. Slowly the pleasure overtook and eradicated the pain, and she began to move faster and faster, monitoring the progress of the young man under her. Although she, herself, was on the brink of climax, when she felt his hips begin to thrust more violently, and his breathing become more irregular, she pulled off and away from him.

She was immediately replaced by her confederate, who picked up her rhythm almost in midstroke. Together they started cheering their captive lover to come inside the cunt now riding his cock.

"C'mon, Mikey, it's time for this game to end; give us your cum, spray it all over us; come in my pussy; no mine, it belongs to me; come on, Mike; you can do it; come for momma; come in your sister's cunt, Mikey; you know you want to; do it; Mike; blast our pussies with your cum..."

With a super human effort, he gasped out, "The one fucking..." when the blindfold was suddenly torn away just a second after whoever was on his cock pulled away from him. "Wha..." he cried.

"Unh uh, honey. You don't have to guess. You get to finish Ellie, and then you have to get some sleep. Tomorrow is a busy day," Maggie said with a kiss, as Ellie busied herself untying his hands.

"Oh, fuck!" he complained. "It was Ellie at the end, though, wasn't it. Wasn't it?" Maggie simply smiled.

"You can ask me next week, if you remember."

He and Ellie had three quick orgasms before Mike even started to go flaccid. As much as he pushed her, she wouldn't tell him anything about which of the two women had done what, and when he told her about one of them cheating during the oral sex , her reaction, "Why, that cheater!" revealed nothing, since her eyes were full of laughter.

Finally, grumbling, he rolled over to try and sleep, not helped by Ellie spooning him and pressing her breasts against his back.

Part XXII

The young sibling lovers were awakened by the aroma of coffee. Mike was just beginning to stretch and waken when he felt Ellie smack him on the butt. "C'mon, big brother, time to shower and dress. We have a lot to get done and not much time."

He turned over to look at his sister, and found her in her underwear, in front of his dresser mirror, brushing her hair. "Damn, what time is it, anyway?"

"Just past eight. Mom and I are going to the mall to do some last minute shopping for me. You are going to have to go grocery shopping for the cabin on your own. Think you can handle that, chef Mike?"

"Yeah, I guess," he laughed. Looking at his sister, he suddenly realized she was going to be gone until next summer, no longer just down the road, even if the road was eighteen hundred miles long, generating a surge of love and affection. "Hey, El. Thanks."

Ellie was pulling one of his old concert tees over her head. As it settled on her shoulders, she shook her head, freeing her hair. She looked at him in the mirror, and was struck by the look of love she saw on his face. Smiling back at him, she answered, "I love you, too, Mike. Thanks for what."

"For last night. It was fantastic. For Mom; I really didn't expect...you know, at least not so soon. And just for being you. I'm going to miss you. It's kind of strange. Even though I never got down to see you, and we didn't talk much, there was always the sense that if I ever needed to, you were right there. Now with you off to Europe, it's like you're going to another world."

She came to the bed and sat on the edge, facing him. "I know what you mean. When we were presented the opportunity to apply, that was one of the FAQ's they addressed. They pointed out that for those of us with families here in the Northeast, with today's travel opportunities, we're probably closer, time wise, in Europe, than we were in P'town. During the first term, I'm an eight hour flight and a half to three quarter hour drive away, and in the second term, about an additional hour depending on the airline, while if you were to drive down to P'town, it's a two day trip.

"As for the other," she went on, standing up, "all I did was fan the flame you started. And I should be thanking you. This weekend has reminded me that above everything else, sex is best when it's about love, and absent that, it should at least be fun. Otherwise, why do it?"

Mike got out of bed, his morning wood pointing out his path like a bowsprit. "Because you're horny?"

Ellie looked at him, with a look of pity on her face, shaking her head. "Mike, the one sure thing you taught me about sex was that if that was the only reason for doing it, you'd be better off masturbating. Less danger, fewer complications and more convenient. Remember?" 

She glanced down at his 'bowsprit'. "You'd better go take care of that. I'd help, but Momma's waiting, and I'm afraid once we started, we'd be busy all day. I'm gonna miss you, too. Now, git! I'll see you downstairs."

By the time he had finished his shower and dressed, the women had gone. There was a note from Maggie along with a shopping list and a credit card in his father's name. The note told him to meet them at Friendly's, at the north end of the mall, outside Macy's, at one, and to bring Ellie's suitcase with him. The list was comprised of staples, things that wouldn't need refrigeration. He deduced they would shop for those either in the morning, or at one of the markets in Whitehall, the closest town with a decently sized market near the cabin.

Part XXIII

Maggie and Ellie were already seated when he got to the restaurant. As he approached their table, he could see the storm clouds in Maggie's face and wondered what the problem was. Ellie was on her cell phone. 

"I understand, Dad. It's no big deal. Maybe you can come over and see me sometime this Fall; the town the school's in is only a half hour drive from Heathrow airport, and the University has already arranged for housing there... Yeah, that's right, and they say it's all express traffic... You take care, too...Xmas? I don't know; Mom said she was coming over then. She's already booked her flight...Thanksgiving would be possible. It's not a holiday over there, but I'm sure I could get some time off. Okay, Dad; I'll see you then. Love you, too. Bye."

Mike sat down next to his mother, across from Ellie. As he listened to Ellie's side of the conversation, he knew what had happened. Harry had cancelled his date for coffee with his daughter, on the last day before she flew off to Europe for a year. He reached over and took Maggie's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing her to turn and look at him.

He leaned toward her and whispered, reminding her, "You're done with him by the end of summer, remember?"

She smiled at him, briefly, then frowned. In a rancorous tone, she observed, "True, but Ellie's not. I won't feel settled until he's committed himself to supporting her through school."

"We'll get it done, Mom; I promise."

After lunch and some more shopping, Maggie drove to Mike's parking space to pick up Ellie's bag, then they all went to the airport in her Volvo. By the time they got there, they had a half hour wait before she had to check in for her hop to LaGuardia where she would catch her flight to Florida. After a lengthy tearful goodbye, and promises to write and visit, Ellie was off. 

Part XXIV

In the parking garage, Maggie gave Mike her car keys. When he raised his eyebrows, questioning her, she laughed. "It's not that new anymore, and I'm not going to ride in that torture chamber you call a car for five hours, so you need to get used to this. Besides, I need to relax. Your father...unngh! That man can piss me off just by not being here!" 

She got in the car and fastened her seat belt. "So, besides getting me naked and screwing me for the next three weeks," she said, looking out the windshield, "what are your plans this summer?" Surprised by the irritation in her voice, Mike looked at his mother and realized her ire at Harry was splashing over on to him. He decided to ignore it for the nonce.

"I sort of have a job lined up until I start with Someplace Else."

"Sort of have a job lined up? What kind of plan is that?" 

"It's a research project I'm doing for Dad. When we discussed it, I estimated it might take that long, but the basic research has been done. Now it is just a question of implementing the steps to bring it to fruition and finish the paper work. I uncovered a tiny snag, but it shouldn't hold things up very long, if at all."

"And what is this research..."

"Sorry, Mom, it will have to remain confidential until Dad gets the final paperwork." At the moment, Mike was busy avoiding a speeding car trying to cut in ahead of him to access the upcoming exit, or he might have seen the look Maggie gave him, which clearly said, "What in hell are these two men cooking up now?"

Instead of verbalizing her thought, however, she asked, "How is the food at Waverly's these days? It always used to be decent, even if it was plain, every day fare. Why don't we stop there and let traffic die down a bit, and then we won't have to cook when we get home."

"Sounds good to me. Shouldn't be more than ten or fifteen minutes away."

Even though it was nearly dinnertime by the time they got to the restaurant, it was still nearly empty when they walked in. Evie was acting as hostess, and greeted them warmly.

"Hey, Mike! Twice in the same week? It must be my lucky week. How are you, and is Ellie okay? She seemed to be in bad shape the other day when you were in." She grabbed a pair of menus and turned to lead them to a booth.

"She's fine; just some sophomore hijinks she thought might make the folks cancel her Euro trip. You remember my mother, don't you?"

"Of course. Hello, Mrs Nelson. How are you? It's been, what, two, three years?" she asked, clearing away the extra place settings.

"Lord, has it been that long? I heard about your divorce; I'm so sorry."

"Divorce?" interjected Mike. "I didn't even know you got married."

"Don't beat yourself up; it didn't last that long." She looked at Maggie. "How..."

"Your mother and I are on a couple of committees together. When it happened, she needed someone to talk to." 

Evie nodded. "That's Mom. Other than letting me rant about that cheating ass wipe, she hasn't said a word to me."

"What happened?" Mike asked.

"Let me get your drinks, then I'll give you the tabloid version."

"I'll have an ale; Mom?"

"Chardonnay and soda."

Part XXV

Evie was back in a few minutes and slid into the booth next to Maggie. "Marco started working here about the time we broke up, Mike. You're a nice guy, but I knew we would never be more than a fling, so I wasn't hurting too much, but Marco started coming on to me like I had just lost the love of my life and needed to be saved.

"In a way it was cute, and flattering, and romantic, and all that, you know. I enjoyed the attention, and after a while I began to think... so anyway, we started sleeping together, and after a few months he pledged his undying love; honest to god, that's just the way he put it. 

"When he proposed, I didn't know what to think. I was twenty-two years old, and here was this thirty-five year old chef swearing to love me for the rest of his life. There weren't any fireworks going off in my head or heart, but neither were there any alarm bells or sirens. So I said yes. 

"Dad was a little smarter, and demanded a pre-nup. It was pretty standard, exempting my share of the restaurant, present and future, from any divorce proceedings, and contained a morals clause. Any infidelity, on either side, and the offending party was barred from contesting a divorce and gave up their claim to any community property.

"We got married that Spring, and things were fine for about six months. One night, in early October, we'd had an average night and the dining room was starting to clear. A party of six came in and I took their order. It was pretty much burgers and beer all around. When the sandwiches were slow in coming out, I went back to the kitchen to see what the holdup was. 

"Marco had made an arrangement with a local vocational high school to be a work experience site. The student was working that night, serving up salads and sides. When I got to the kitchen, the assistant cook and dish washer wouldn't look at me, and Marco and the student weren't in sight. When I asked where Marco was, the cook just looked toward the supply room. 

"When I opened the door, Marco and the student were on the floor, joined at the hip, so to speak. I closed and locked the door, went out and apologized to the party and told them there had been a mishap in the kitchen and we had to close. Then I called Dad and had him call his lawyer.

"As it turned out, it was the student's eighteenth birthday and he had decided to challenge Marco's flirting comments, which he had been making since the student had started working there."

"He?" blurted out Mike. "You caught him with a teenage boy? Oh, shit! Evie, I.. I...I don't know what to say."

"That's okay, Mike; it's over and done. Marco's gone, and I'm free and over twenty-one, with my fortune intact. And you still owe me a night in the kitchen, and after. I'm not going to forget."




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 02



"The kitchen I can guarantee, the first of July; I might have to hold off on the after for a bit, but I won't know, for sure, until then." 

Maggie kept her head buried in the menu, biting back a smile. Before Evie could respond, she asked, "So, Evelyn, what would you recommend this evening?"

"Hmmh? Oh, the wiener schnitzel. It's served with a spicy, but not hot spices, tomato gravy and home made German spaetzle." 

"Sounds good, with a tossed salad. Do you still have your house dressing? It was like a spicy french with blue cheese crumbles." Evie nodded and looked at Mike, who echoed his mother's order. As the young woman walked away, Maggie smiled and said, "Now there's a younger woman I should think you'd be interested in."

"Not to be crude, Mom, but I've been there; done that and it was fun, but there wasn't any spark. We were into each other pretty heavily for one summer and into the fall. 

"She even came up to school for the fall festival, but when she wasn't there, she really wasn't there, if you know what I mean. That summer, we had been like rabbits, but when I went back to school, I missed the regular sex, but not her, and I know how awful that sounds, but from what she said, it was the same for her."

"Even so, friends with benefits with her would be more appropriate than..." She cut short her comment as Evie brought their salads and sat them down in front of them. When she walked away, Maggie continued, "Surely you see that."

"Did you enjoy last night?"

"What? What does that have to do with..."

"Did you? Simple question. Did you have fun last night? Would it have been as enjoyable with anyone else? "

Maggie blushed and hid her face, examining her salad. "But, Mike, surely you can see... you're still young and have a whole lifetime ahead of you. You shouldn't be wasting it pursuing someone..."

"I love?" He picked up his drink and took a long sip. Maggie glanced up at him, a shy, loving smile on her face.

"You're impossible to talk to about this," she complained, smiling.

"Depends whether I'm talking to Meg or Maggie."

With a heavy sigh, Maggie nodded her head. "As long as there are folks around who know us... You know, if it continues after we get back, you are going to have date other women, and I am going to have to start seeing other men; possibly sleeping with some of them."

Mike closed his eyes, nodded and sighed. He realized he was going to have to tell her about his 'research' project for his father.

Part XXVI



Dinner conversation changed to preparation for the trip. He had crated the groceries he had purchased that morning, and Maggie had been busy right along, packaging perishables they could take along and use. They could all be put into a cooler for the trip. That just left clothes, bedding and entertainment types of gear–CDs, DVDs, books, games, etc.

On the way to the mall to retrieve his car, there was a weighty silence, as if each was waiting for the other to say something. It wasn't until Mike pulled up to his car that the silence was broken when they both began to speak.

"Mom," Mike started.

"Mike," Maggie said. The coincidence, after the long silence, made them both laugh. Without considering where they were, Mike reached out and gently wrapped his hand around the back of Maggie's head to pull her face to his for a kiss. Lips parted, tongues met and played. 

When Maggie finally pulled away, he said, "I'll see you at home, Meg." She nodded, with a smile she couldn't stop or hide.

She waited until he was in his car and had pulled out before she started, to follow him to Belle vista Drive. He pulled his SUV into the garage, while she left hers in the drive. In the house, they met in the kitchen and embraced.

Maggie pulled back and placed her hands on his shoulders. "As much as I'd love to make love with you right now..."

"I know, Mom. There is still a craphouse full of work to get done, and we need to get up early. Can we at least share the bed?"

"We'll see." She slid her hands up behind his head and pulled him to her for a gentle, loving kiss. "It's not fair," she said, breaking the kiss. "If you weren't my son, I would marry you the instant my divorce became final. We aren't supposed to fall in love with our children, not the kind of love I feel for you."

"Tell me about it. I've been fighting it since I knew what love and sex was all about." He bent forward and kissed her lightly, again. "I'd better get busy. That table is looking mighty inviting. 

"I'm gonna go up and pack my bag. For now, when you get something ready to go into the car, just pile it in the front hall. When we have everything, and see what we're dealing with, it'll be easier to pack."

By midnight, they had the car packed. Mike pulled the Volvo into the garage and came back into the house through the kitchen. As he came into the living room, he found Maggie looking at a pair of black and white photos that had hung there as long as he could remember, tears making their way down her cheeks. One of the photos was a mountain valley, full of summer flowers, snow capped peaks in the background against a clear sky with puffy clouds floating above the peaks. 

The other showed basketball player in flight toward a dunk, his arm cocked above his head; his palm barely in contact with the ball; his legs spread wide like a hurdler's; a ring of light, like a halo, around his head where sweat had apparently caught the flash from the camera. Looking at it, you could almost hear the roar of the crowd, blurred in the background.

He walked up behind Maggie. "Those are great photographs. So different, and yet, by the same person. I always found that amazing."

"Yes. He was an amazing photographer. You would have liked him."

"You knew him?" She nodded. "Do you know where he is now?"

"He was killed in Iran, covering the aftermath of the Gulf War. He was riding with some British troops when they were ambushed. I'll tell you about him tomorrow, on the road." She turned and caressed his cheek before lightly kissing him on the lips. "Good night, sweetie. I'll call you in the morning, about 7: 30."

Part XXVII

Sunlight streaming in his window woke Mike about seven. A strange pressure against his back made him reach back to push away the covers he thought must have bunched up there. When his hand found another person, he flipped over to find his mother smiling at him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't get to sleep. I thought if there was another body in bed with me, it would help; I was right."

He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You should have woken me."

Maggie grinned and shook her head. "I wanted to get some sleep. Waking you would have been the wrong thing to do, but I will share the shower with you. You have to behave, though. I'd like to get an early start."

"Spoilsport," he answered with a grin. "I've waited eight years, I guess I can wait another eight hours." Since his bed was against the wall, he crawled over his mother to get out of bed, dragging his morning wood across her naked abdomen.

"Tease," she laughed. "Are you going to be able to control that in the shower?" With a rueful pout, he shook his head. "Poor baby," she chuckled. "I'll hurry, then. Why don't you go put on coffee. Make enough to fill the thermos, so we can have some on the way."

He nodded, saying, "I'd rather join..."

"I know, sweetie, and I promise you, once we get to the cabin, you can fuck me anytime, as often as you want, where ever, and however you want, as long as there's no one around who knows how we're related. In this state, and in NY, it is still illegal, and could mean prison for both of us, not to mention the scandal."

"I know," he said nodding, with a grin, "but it would be worth it." Before she could respond he turned and was out the door. Maggie watched him leave with a smile on her face, showing she understood the message behind his words.

They were on the road by ten, headed for the interstate which would take them north, beyond Saratoga, to the village of Whitehall. It was three hours to the village, and then another half hour over back roads and lanes to get to their property. In the village they would stop and shop, and alert the local police they were at the cabin. They would also stop to alert the caretaker they had contracted with to keep an eye on the property that they would be there, and give him the schedule of tenants for the upcoming season. Barring major delays, they expected to be at the cabin around three.

Considering it was a midweek mid-morning, the traffic had been moderately heavy, but not enough to delay them greatly. After stopping to pick up some bagels and cream cheese, they were soon on I-91, headed for Springfield to pick up I-90. Mike kicked in the cruise control and concentrated on not hitting anyone.

"You were going to tell me about that photographer," he said to his mother.

"I was hoping you'd forget. It was a time in my life I'm not terribly proud of; not really ashamed, given the circumstances, but not proud."

"So, who was he, and how did you meet him?"

"His name was Rex Lyons, and he was your father; your's and Ellie's." She was quiet for several seconds, letting the information sink in while she put her memories of Rex in order.

"It was just before my seventeenth birthday. I had been modeling for about a year and got an assignment for a shoot down on the coastal islands in whichever one of the Carolinas it was. Rex was just starting a work experience sequence through his college and was working with RoscoV, a fairly talented fashion photographer of the time. I was one of six models, three young men, probably your age, and two other girls, around twenty. I was the youngest, but not the least experienced, so I should have known better.

The weather that day was, for a fashion shoot, horrible. The light was either feast or famine. They'd spend a half hour getting the shot set up, and then the sun would disappear for that long, so we sat around waiting a lot. One of the guys had a thermos of punch, with a punch, he broke out and shared. Even though I had been working for over a year, I had never had anything to drink stronger than coffee, and it didn't take much to get me silly. 

After the second or third cup, the guy who brought the punch suggested we go for a walk. To be blunt, we screwed, and before we were done, one of the other two guys showed up. He waited for, I don't recall his name, none of them except Rex, to finish before getting ready for his turn. If he hadn't, he probably would have gotten a blowjob, but Rex showed up before the guy fucking me came and told them I was only sixteen and if I wanted to complain, they could end up in jail for raping a minor.

That was more scare tactics than anything else. When Ros found out, he didn't care we were fucking, but he blew his top when he learned they were drinking. Anyway, that night after dinner, I went to Rex's room to thank him for what he had done and wound up spending the night.

That was a week before I met Harry. When you were born, I knew right away Rex was your father. You have his eyes, and dimpled chin. When I told Harry I was pregnant, it was a desperation move. I didn't really know who the father was, but figured, if anyone could support me, it was him.

When you were about nine months old, Harry started talking about a second child and we stopped using birth control of any kind. We had more sex in the next six months than in all the rest of our relationship put together I think; it was like every other day, and twice on weekends. 

Then, totally out of the blue, I got a call. Rex was in charge of a shoot up in Boston, a mothers and babies theme. I could take you with me. Drive up Tuesday, do the shoot Wednesday, home on Thursday, with a nice paycheck for Christmas.

I had barely spread out your changing mat when there was a knock on the door. Rex had asked the desk to notify him when I checked in, and had arranged for us to be right across the hall from his room. As soon as he saw you, he knew who you were. We had dinner together in the hotel, and he spent the night with me. That was the night Ellie was conceived.

Turns out, Rex was bisexual and had spent the night before with a Brazilian sailor and picked up some kind of parasite. A single celled thing with an encyclopedia for a name. The result was that it wound up forming half dollar sized cysts all over the outer surface of my uterus.

It didn't have any effect on the baby, but I was sicker than a dog for the entire pregnancy, and much of the next year. It did enough damage that I can't get pregnant. Rex heard I was pregnant again and came to see me one day when Harry was out of town. When he saw how sick I was and heard about the cysts which were forming, he told me about his liaison with the sailor. The next I heard about him was that he was doing news photography in the Gulf."



"And you never saw him again?"

"No, he was killed shortly after Ellie was born." Maggie was quiet for a moment. "That's enough about my past sins. Time for your true confessions," she said, looking at him with a sly smile.

"I got nothing to confess. Up to now, the wildest thing I've done is the other night. Everything else has been drunken frat parties or backseat bangs. Evie was the only thing even approaching serious."

"Only thing? Is that how you think of her? I'm ashamed of you, Mike. Then tell me, who was your first lover and how did it happen?"

"My first time? Oh, wow! I'm not sure...mmm, do you remember Mrs Olivero?"

"Marguerita, my secretary? She was your first time? I don't believe it. She is always so religious...how did you...?"

"It was at the beginning of my senior year in high school. I needed to get some information I had stored on your computer and went in on a Saturday morning. She was there, and madder than hell. I mean, she was so mad I heard her using the f-word under her breath several times."

"Rita? Puerto Rican woman, mid forties, about five four, kind of plump, big busted, wears her hair in a braid wrapped around her head. That Rita?"

"That's her. She found out her husband had been sleeping with their neighbor while Rita was at work, and got her pregnant. 

"As I was saying, she was there when I got to your office, and she was walking around, shoving furniture around and slamming doors. I asked if something was wrong and got a five minute harangue in Spanish. I caught just enough of it, between the street Spanish I picked up from my friends and my high school Spanish, to understand what she was talking about, and got her calmed down enough speak to me in English.

"I told her what she should do is to find herself a boyfriend and tell her husband if he wants to screw around, so will she. She laughed and asked where would she, an old, fat Puerto Rican woman, find a boy friend. I said she wasn't that old or fat, and there would be lots of guys who would like to be with her. I don't know if she was joking, or serious or what, but when she said to name one, I told her I would.

"She got a funny look, like she didn't believe me, then patted my cheek and turned to walk away. I caught her from behind, accidentally grabbing her boobs, and held her tight, telling her again what she needed to do was to find a boy friend who would satisfy her needs.

When I said that, she turned around with an expression I can only describe as lust, and she began chattering away in Spanish again, something about adolescentes cachondos (horny teenagers). I kissed her, and in a few seconds she was kissing back. We did it three times that afternoon, and she taught me a whole lot about foreplay and oral sex."

"So, Rita Olivero, my secretary...Fall of your senior year, that's five years... omigod," Maggie laughed. "I think you might be a daddy. She had to take a medical leave the Spring you graduated because she was pregnant and due in late May, early June."

Mike coughed and looked at his mother, relaxing when he saw her smile. "Since we're discussing firsts, when was yours, and how did it happen?"

"That's enough talk about sex for now. Tell me about this job you're doing for your father."

With a half smile, he glanced at her and said, "I was hoping you'd forget." He concentrated on driving for several minutes, before deciding to tell her everything. 

"Thursday, when I got home, I walked in on Dad and his new redhead going at it on the living room floor. He tried to explain it away by saying your sex life was pretty much non-existent. 

"Knowing you, and knowing Dad, I was pretty sure it was more his fault than yours, and offered to keep you from discovering what he was doing with her, and to broker a divorce with a fair settlement, pretty much what I offered to do with or for you that night."

"Except that when you talked to me, you already knew he'd accepted the idea."

"He'd already told me he wanted a divorce. Persuading you was supposed to be the challenge. He thought you were afraid to be alone and that's why you were resisting discussing the issue. I hinted that I would be taking you out and introducing you to a more adventurous social life. 

"I also got him to sign an agreement that, starting yesterday, he can't use any of your actions this summer as reason for the divorce. He also agreed to pay me a hundred bucks a day until I start work, and to pay all our expenses until then."

Maggie laughed, "Oh, shit, Mike! I'm sorry, but his signature on a piece of paper doesn't mean crap to Harry, if ignoring it will gain him an advantage."

"This one will. If he uses any of our actions this summer as evidence, or as a reason for the divorce, you get the agreement, in a sealed envelope, which says he knew of my plans and approved them, and that, in using our actions, he gives up any claim to the family's joint assets and agrees to pay all your expenses for the divorce. 

"He gives up the stock and the real property–house, apartment and cabin. All he's left with is his stock and salary, out of which he has to pay your expenses, legal, living, investigative, whatever, for the divorce. The only issue it doesn't cover is the company shares."

Maggie twisted in her seat and looked at her son. "What did you do with my son, and where did he go? Shit, Mike!" She wrapped her arms aroundd her chest and shuddered. "Sometimes, you're so much like Harry, it's scarey."

"Except for the scarey part, that's what he said when I told him what would happen if he tried to cite your actions this summer. Accused me of being a chip off the old block. I almost had second thoughts about it." He looked at her. "Almost. Instead, I told him he had to bail on this trip. He probably would have anyway, but I needed to be sure I'd have you to myself for the three weeks." 

Maggie shook her head, a wry smile on her face. "So that evening and the next day, they were just an elaborate ploy to get me alone, and naked, for three weeks. What would you have done if I decided to stay home, or if Ellie had decided to come with us?"

"Well, you know, Ellie coming along wouldn't have been a problem. It would have been the other night, all month long. If you had decided to stay home, I don't know. Hadn't thought that far ahead. Are you mad, or disappointed?"

"I suppose I should be, but not at you. At Harry, for being so sneaky. As for you, I think I'm flattered that you'd go to all this trouble for me. I know it's all extremely taboo, but that just adds to the spice of it. And it is nice to know someone cares about me that much. 

"How much further is it?"

" We just passed Saratoga; probably an hour. Why?"

"You asked about my first time. Given what you just told me, I guess I can tell you about it, so there aren't any secrets. It was a lot like Ellie's."




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 02



"Huh? You had a crappy date for your Senior Ball?"

"I said a lot like, not just like. I was fifteen and had been invited to the Junior Prom by a junior boy I had a crush on. When he asked me I was in seventh heaven, never thinking I had no idea how to do any of the typical ballroom dances. My mother brought that up when I told her I was going to need a dress. When I realized I wouldn't be able to dance with my date, I was ready to call him and cancel, but Mom called my brother into the room and coaxed him into teaching me to slow dance, as they put it.

"Over the next two months, Jimmy and I became good friends, and one weekend, a couple of weeks before the Ball, we became lovers. I had heard some of the girls talking about what happened to boys when they danced close, and I sort of panicked. I asked Jimmy, and he said it would be easier to show me than try to explain. He showed me everything... as often as we could find the time. Right up until he left for school."

"And did your date benefit from Jimmy's instruction?" Mike asked with grin.

"Not as much as would have liked, I imagine. He didn't get into my pants, but I got into his." She laughed. "He must have had a hell of a time cleaning his spunk off the steering column of his dad's Buick."

"Wow, so... do you think Uncle Jim ever did Gramma?" 

Maggie was silent a long two minutes, looking out the side window. Mike glanced at her several times to see if she had fallen asleep. When she answered, it was so softly he could hardly hear her. "I'm not certain, but... yes, I think so. 

"My father was so much like Harry, you'd have thought Harry was his son. I know of at least two women he had affairs with, and they were no prize, either of them. 

"He didn't just ignore Mom, like Harry has me. He was always belittling her in front of us. I'd see Jimmy bristle when he did that, and then when Dad left, Jimmy would go find Mom to comfort her. I never had a sense he was her favorite, but she always had a special smile for him, especially after he'd go to her after one of Dad's rants.

"For an eighteen year old, looking back, he was an extremely skilled lover. Someone had to teach him."

Mike slowed as they approached the Whitehall village limits. A few minutes later he pulled into one of the two gas stations in town. "Potty stop and fill up, then the grocery store, and other necessary stops. We should be at the cabin in an hour, with time enough for a, ah, swim." Maggie looked at him with eyebrows raised, and a sexy smile.

"Is that what they call it now?" Mike actually blushed.



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 03



This chapter describes the beginning of Mike and Meg's sojourn at the cabin, and their re-entry back into their regular life, and how they begin to deal with their mutual feelings and to cope with society's view of their relationship. Maggie accommodates her brother, while Mike does his aunt and grandmother. Enjoy. Jb7

Paid to Seduce His Mother v2 Ch 3

Chapter 3

Part XXVIII

By four o'clock they had the car unpacked, clothes, groceries and other supplies stowed. The natural gas fired generator was working and the kitchen was fully operational. Home, for the next three weeks, was intact. Saying she needed to clean up, Maggie disappeared into the main bedroom. Mike gave her a slow five count and followed her.

Mike closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at his mother, not believing his dream of eight years was about to come true. Maggie stood by the bed, dressed in capris and a thin tank top. The shirt was loose, and fell across her bosom lightly, but enough so that her erect nipples tented the fabric.

She looked at her son's face, seeing the combination of love and lust, and felt herself open. She smiled at him. "Never lose that expression," she told him. "It says to the woman you're with that she's the most desirable woman in your world."

"That's the god's honest truth. I've never seen anyone as beautiful or as sexy as you are at this moment. I still can't believe we're here. I've dreamt about doing this with you for as long as I've known what it means."

He pushed himself away from the door and approached her. "What it means?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders as his hands reached for the bottom of her tank top.

"The expression of love between a man and a woman. The act that unites two halves into one whole." He slipped the shirt over her head as he bent down to kiss her. She felt the garment fall from her arms and his hands encircle her waist, drawing her to him. Her arms reached up around his neck while his hands slipped inside the waistband of her pants, pushing them off her.

.

With an alluring smile, she pulled back slightly and tugged his tee shirt out of his sweat shorts, and over his head. "That long, huh? Why did you wait so long to act?" she asked, teasingly.

"If I'd thought you wouldn't be creeped out, believe me, I would have... even now, here like this, I'm surprised you didn't run screaming the other afternoon when I told you my plans."

She smiled and pushed her hands into his waistband, hooking her thumbs on the outside and pushing them down. "When you masturbate, do you think of us together, doing this?" He nodded. Closing in to capture his lips again, she whispered, "So do I."

With a moan, Mike lifted his mother, cradling her in his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. He knee walked to the center and lay her down, capturing a nipple with his lips at the same time.

"Yessss," she hissed, and reached for his staff. Finding it all ready for use, she moaned. "Oh, Mike, Mike, just take me! Right now, I need you in me! I've been ready since you told me about Harry. Do it, now, please!"

Mike turned his body parallel to hers and kissed her, moving his body over hers. Maggie opened her thighs, spreading her knees as far as she could, to give him total access to her quim. She felt his helmet slide up and down her crease, and reached down to guide it into her. "Yesss," she moaned as it slid into her. Her legs lifted and circled her son's waist.

"Oh, shit, Mikey, this feels so good. So right. Don't move yet. I just want to feel you in me. Come down. Lay on me. Yes, like that. Mmm, kiss me, really kiss me. I want you in me everywhere you can be. Ungggh, what?" she laughed as he slipped a finger in her butt. "Mmhmm," she moaned, tightening her arms and legs around him

He began rocking slowly, moving his pubes against her clitoris. She began rocking her hips in answer to his movements, which began to increase in tempo and intensity. Maggie broke the kiss and increased her hip motion, flexing her Kegel muscles to grasp and release the cock inside her sheath.

Mike groaned as he felt the milking motion of her pussy, lengthening his strokes. "Oh, fuck, Momma, that feels so good. Unh, keep...keep doin' that and I'll come too soon."

"That's okay, honey. When we've got three weeks, too soon doesn't exist. Go ahead and paint the inside of my pussy with your cum," she whispered against his ear, squeezing his cock with her PC muscles. "C'mon, Mikey, come in your momma. Spray me with your seed. I want to feel your cum in my cunt, my horny son, my own personal motherfucker. That's what you are, isn't it? My personal momma's screw. C'mon, Mikey, pop your cum... c... cum uh uh ohoh oh my my my I'm I'm aaahhhhhhhhh yessss!"

Maggie collapsed in his arms as he sprayed his seed in her, then, he, like her, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Part XXIX

Mike woke an hour later, to the sensation of warm wet velvet caressing his glans. In a hardly-awake state, he reached down to push it further onto his member, encountering a head of hair. He came fully awake in second, disoriented by waking in a strange room. Only when the warmth disappeared and Meg laughed did he realize where he was. He flopped back down on the pillow and swore. "Shit, and it was such a nice dream."

She crawled up the bed to lie with her head on his chest, idly making curls in his thatch as she spoke. "Did you enjoy it? Harry never did, especially right after making love. He'd refuse to kiss me until I brushed my teeth afterward." She turned over to look up at him.

"I don't know why, but that doesn't surprise me. You won't have to worry about that with me."

"Oh? That's good. Is there anything I should worry about doing with you?"

"As long as it doesn't cause unremitting pain, or leave visible scars, I don't think so. You?"

"Those are good for starters. I'd rather share than be shared; the other night with Ellie was fun and I can see us with another woman, but I don't think I'd want two men at once. I've never tried anal intercourse, but if it's something you really want to do, I'd try it once to see... no violence, and no restraints if you're going to leave me alone for more than a minute." She laughed. "Is all of that too much for you?"

He grinned. "No. If I'd taken more than a nanosecond to think about it, I'd probably have come up with a similar list. The two women thing is intriguing, but not likely to happen unless we carry on when we get home. As for anal, I think we'd both have to be pretty drunk. I've never seen the attraction."

She smiled and moved up to kiss him. "Ready for your first al fresco skinny dip? If we wait much longer, it'll be too cold to swim. We can have just a quick dip and then make dinner."

For the next three weeks, the mother/son pair made love, ate, fucked, swam, screwed, read, made love some more, talked, and listened to the radio. Two or three times a week, when they arose, they would find a small herd of five or six whitetail does grazing in their front yard, near the lake.

Twice they saw adolescent bears rolling in their grass, or it may have been the same bear both times. After the second time, they had asked the caretaker if the critters posed a danger. "Probably not, as long as you don't get between them and their food."

He had given them some cherry bombs to scare them off if they came back. "Just light them and throw them to about half way between you. The noise should scare them away."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Get inside and call the ranger. They shouldn't be any danger. There's plenty of food for them around. Just keep your garbage locked away. Wouldn't hurt to piss, excuse me ma'am, around your garbage shed."

As they usually do, their vacation came to an end, all too soon. The last Friday, as they were cleaning and packing, Meg stopped to look at her lover, packing up the foodstuffs they would be carting home. "Mike," she called, barely able to get the word out. "Ahmm, Mike!"

He looked up to see her standing at the door to the bedroom, her face full of anguish, tears starting down her cheeks. In four quick strides, he was at her side, wrapping her in his arms. "What is it, Mom? What's wrong?"

"We are; this is, but I don't want it to end. I don't want to stop when we get home. Is that awful?"

"I'm not the one to ask that to. I didn't want it to stop before we got started."

She laughed and raised her teary face to his and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. "I love you, Mikey, like no mother should love a son, but I can't help it. I've been happier this past three weeks than I can ever remember being.

"What would you say to visiting your grandmother in Cranston. If she can't put us up for a night or two, we could stay at a motel."

"D'you think she'll try to separate us?"

With a smile chasing away her tears, Meg shook her head. "No, somehow, I think she'll understand."

Part XXX

Maggie pulled up to the two and a half story house. It was painted a dark blue with white trim. The frieze around the verandah comprised alternating red and white spindles. She sat back in the driver's seat, feeling at ease. "We moved in here when I was fifteen, just a few months before I got a call from a photographer who had seen me at a football game. Harry's parents lived over there," she said, pointing to a two story house with little space for an attic. "There weren't any other teens on the block, and Dad wasn't one to make friends easily.

"That may have been part of the reason he treated Mom the way he did. In a month, she knew the names of everyone on the block, husbands, wives, and children, what the men did for a living and for fun, which women worked, and who stayed home, and what grades their children were in. When Harry and I told our folks I was pregnant, Dad didn't know who Harry's dad was, or where they lived."

"And he died alone?"

"From what we were told. He had a one bedroom apartment in Kingston, and had a woman come in once a week to keep it clean. She found him in bed; they said it was a heart attack, about two days earlier."

"That's awful..."

"Yes, but he brought it on himself. After I married Harry, he wouldn't speak to me, voluntarily. He never asked about you, or Ellie, for that matter. And the breakup was over nothing. Jimmy had just got home from school for Xmas; I was up with you and Ellie to see him because Harry wanted to go to his sister's for the holiday.

"The three of us, Jimmy, Mom and I were in the kitchen. He had his arms around her waist and she was holding him the same way. Dad came in and saw them and blew his stack, accused them of all sorts of shenanigans. He was probably right, but not at the moment. For the only time that I can recall, she lost her temper. She grabbed a skillet off the stove and chased him out of the house, telling him not to come back, she'd ship his clothes."

Maggie was laughing as she finished. "C'mon, lets go in."

Carol Whitney opened her door to see her daughter, looking happier than she had ever seen her, and grandson, looking more than a little sheepish. Without a second thought she ushered them into the house and to the kitchen, where most of her entertaining was accomplished. "Coffee or tea?" she asked them.

"Coffee," the duo answered in tandem. The older woman smiled. As tall as her daughter, she made it obvious where Ellie got her statuesque build. A handsome woman, more than pretty, some would call her patrician, or noble in appearance. At sixty-four, she would give most women her daughter's age serious competition for a man's attention.

"So, to what do I owe this visit, and do you plan on staying for more than a few minutes?"

"We've been at the cabin for the past few weeks and didn't feel like going home just yet," Maggie answered. "And if you have room, we'd love to stay for a couple of days."

Carol looked at her daughter and grandson. "I have a room with a double bed. Will that do?" she asked with a smile.

"Christ! Is it that obvious? That'll be fine, Ma. If it's all right with you, that is."

"I'm not the one to judge you. Mike, perhaps you'd like to talk to your uncle Jim. Shall I call him and ask if he and Sally can stop over this evening?"

"Uhh, yeah. That would probably help a lot. Thank you, Gramma. Umm, how did you know?"

She laughed. "A bunch of things. Mostly, it was seeing your mother's smile for the first time since I don't know when, and you looking like you were about to lose your favorite toy, plus, as you'll learn, if Maggie hasn't already told you, personal experience. Your uncle and I have been lovers since he was sixteen. I'm sure he can give you some advice on how to live with your secret. If I regret anything about our relationship, it's that--that it has to be kept secret."

He looked at his mother. "She said she suspected, but wasn't sure"

"Then we hid it better than I thought, or she didn't want to think her lover was also doing it with his mother."

"You knew?"

"I told him, if he had the opportunity, he should. When he said it seemed you were ready but afraid of getting caught, I arranged for Stuart and me to be gone overnight. I knew he'd make it good for your first time."

Mike laughed. "Seems like it runs in the family."

Carol looked at him. "Ellie?" she laughed and smiled when he nodded. She turned to Maggie. "You said you and Mike were at the cabin. Where's Harry?"

"He said he had a convention and some sales calls on the west coast, but I think it was just a pleasure jaunt with his new toy, although this one has lasted longer than most."

"Does he have any suspicions about you..."

"I don't think so. Mike?"

"No. When I mentioned that I would be taking you out and making you the target for men's attention, he gave me a look like I was crazy."

"You're going to what?" Mike explained what Harry had hired him to do, and the developments so far. "He's paying you for this, and picking up the expenses?" Shaking her head and laughing, she turned to her daughter. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't taken any time to think about the future. That's sort of why we're here, I think." Carol nodded and walked to her wall phone.

"It's called a land line," she said when she saw Mike's look of amusement. "Since they buried all the lines, it's the surest way of communication.

"Hello, Sally. Is Jim home yet?... Yes, thank you...Jim, hi to you, too. I'm calling to see if you and Sally wanted to come over for dessert...no, it's best if you left the kids at home. Maggie and Mike are here, and need some advice...mmhmm...around seven, then. Thank you, son."

Part XXXI

Since Carol had not been expecting visitors, she felt somewhat at a loss for dinner, and suggested going out. Mike objected and offered to raid her kitchen and come up with a suitable meal, including the dessert for them and his aunt and uncle. "You know you only have a couple of hours," she challenged him.

Just over an hour later they were sitting down to a creamed chicken casserole while a gingerbread was baking in the oven. Carol looked at him after her first bite. "You're sure this came out of my kitchen? You didn't run to the store for anything?"

Maggie laughed at her. "You can believe it, Ma. The first night he was home, he made us a chicken dish that could have been served in any gourmet restaurant in New York City. It was good enough to get him top honors at his school." She turned to look at her son, mother's pride and lover's delight making her face glow.

"If you're looking for a job..." Carol started to say.

"I have one, Gramma, starting the first of October, at Someplace Else, back home."

"Someplace Else? Pete Riordan's place? That's wonderful. Word has it that it's one of the best eateries in New England. Congratulations."

"How do you know it, Ma?"

"Well," she huffed, "we might not be Main Street out here in Cranston, but we're not exactly backwater, either," she finished, and laughed. "One of our part time clerks at the library is the food critic for 'New England Roads,' a bi-weekly magazine put out by a group promoting Rhode Island specifically, but the region in general. She travels all over looking for places like Someplace Else. She also looks for little mom and pop diners, and places like George's, down in Galilee."

The sound of the front door opening stopped further discussion. In a few seconds Jim and Sally made their way into the kitchen, to be warmly greeted by Maggie. Mike was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy when he saw his mother kiss her brother on the lips.

Like Mike, Jim was a few inches over six feet in height, but his body was stockier, more muscled. Like Maggie, he had light blond hair and blue eyes. His wife, taller than average for a woman at five-nine, was the shortest person in the room.

While Jim greeted his sister, Sally went to her nephew and wrapped him in a bear hug. "Mike, I haven't seen you since your high school graduation. How nice it is to see you again!" Mike was immediately aware of his aunt's ample bosom against his chest, and hoped she hadn't felt his reaction. Her smile and wink as she stepped back, however, canceled that hope right away.

Aunt and uncle switched people to greet, and while Sally occupied Maggie, Jim held up his pipe and said, "Mom won't let me smoke this in here. Want to step outside with me and we can catch up." Maggie caught his eye and nodded, smiling.

Part XXXIV

Carol's backyard had a gazebo with a four seated glider in it. Mike and Jim made their way to it, and sat facing each other. "I gather you and Maggie have become lovers. And Carol thinks I might have some wisdom to impart." He fumbled in his back pants pocket and pulled out his tobacco pouch and filled his pipe.

"Yeah, I guess. When I...ah, set out to seduce her, I didn't really give any thought to what it would mean, after, you know."

"You set out to seduce your mother? Well, at least you're not lacking balls. What was your plan?" He struck a match and puffed at the pipe, lighting it.

"I caught Dad with his latest girl friend, and he told me he and Mom didn't really have a life together anymore. I told him I'd get Meg to agree to a divorce..."

"Meg? You mean Maggie?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I call her Meg when we're together. Maggie is Dad's wife and my mother. When she's Meg, she's my...woman." Jim nodded. "Anyway, I got him to pay me for the summer, and to bail on our yearly trip to the cabin. Ellie was leaving for Europe just before we left, so I knew, if he was gone, I'd have her alone for three weeks.

"Friday, just before Ellie got home before she left, we were messing around by the pool, and I told her what I was going to do. By the time we got to the cabin, we were both ready for it to happen. I didn't think it would continue past the three weeks, but now neither of us want to stop, but, other than keeping it secret..."

"You don't have a clue how to make it work?" Jim grinned, clenching the pipe in his teeth

Mike laughed. "Yeah, something like that."

"What about Ellie? What's your relationship with her?" he asked, drawing on the pipe.

"About the same as you and Mom, maybe a bit more active." Jim laughed.

"But she's in Europe until when?" he asked, blowing a smoke ring.

"Next July, and then probably back to Florida, although she's been talking about transferring to a school up here, to be closer to home."

"Well, and, as you are aware, I speak from experience, you are to be congratulated. You have all the pieces in place to fuck up the lives of two of the most important women in your life. And a third, if you ever marry. Which you should, by the way.

"Besides the job you are supposed to be doing for your father, do you have a real job lined up?" He tried drawing on the pipe and discovered it had gone out. "Shit!" he exclaimed, pulling out his box of matches. "Sally says I probably smoke more matches than I do tobacco. Sometimes I think she's right."




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Mike laughed. "And they're probably just as bad for you as the leaf.

"Yeah, I have a job, starting as line cook for Someplace Else, back home, the first of October."

"Good, last free summer, spending some time with your mother, especially if there's a divorce in the works. Gives you a cover story, until the first of the year anyway. After that, you both, but especially you, need to start seeing other people; at least going out and spending time with people your own age.

"You need to seriously search for someone you are truly compatible with. Once you find women who may fill the bill, include Maggie in your activities, and don't be afraid to show her some affection. For some of the women, that will be a deal breaker the first time.

"Once they see you physically express affection for your mother, they will disappear from your world. That's fine. You need to find the woman who isn't upset by that. When you find her, begin to get sexual when Maggie is close by.

"When you have sex, occasionally try some role playing games. Introduce Maggie as a character in one of them. All of this may take a few years, or only a few weeks. And, if you're lucky, she will introduce the idea of including your poor celibate mom in an occasional threesome, and then letting you visit without her occasionally, and then regularly.

"But, in the meantime, unless you want to go to prison...secrecy is an absolute must." He paused to relight his pipe again, then was quiet for several seconds as he got it to draw properly. "Or, she could ask the court to restore her maiden name, and sell that small castle you guys occupy, and the two of you move somewhere you're not known, and live as man and wife. You look mature enough, and she looks young enough for you to carry it off, for a few years, anyhow."

Mike looked at him, suddenly excited. "Do you really think that would work?"

Jim looked at his nephew, puffing on his pipe, looking for all the world like the Psychology professor he was. "I don't know, Mikey," he said softly. "You'd probably have to move across the country, or to a really big city..."

"Here?" Mike asked eagerly.

"Maybe. You never went to school here. Any of your college classmates know Maggie by sight?"

"No. It was too far for her to come alone, and Dad wouldn't make the trip with her, except the first year, when she met my roommate. Dad not bringing her to visit was the beginning of their final crisis."

"Well, you've got some time to work on it. You've got until the first of the year before you have to look like you're looking; and Maggie isn't going to want to leave until Ellie is at least back in the States, and divorces are seldom quick. Use the time to get some good work experience, so when you leave, you have skill plus a good reference." Jim stood up and knocked the dottle from his pipe.

"Now I have a favor to ask of you."

"Sure, Uncle Jim. Whatever..."

"Careful, never say yes to a favor until you know what's being asked for. Sally has had a long standing fantasy we sometimes play out in our role playing. She's the slutty aunt, and I'm her more or less clueless nephew. On our way here, she told me she'd like to try the real thing."

Mike stopped in his tracks and looked at his uncle. "Wha...and you're okay with that?"

"I will admit to some jealousy," he said, nodding, "but, yes, I am. Other than my relationship with Mom, this is the first time we've reached out to family.

"We have an open marriage where we are free to have sex with whomever we choose. The only requirement is, we have to let each other know in advance, or if that isn't possible, as soon after the act as we can, and, hopefully, before someone else tells our partner."

"And that really works for you guys?"

"Yeah," he said, starting for the house. "We realize it wouldn't work for most people, and we try to be sure both partners in a relationship are on-board if we're reaching out to a couple. And, most importantly, we never forget our primary tie and responsibility is to each other."

"Both partners? Then you'll be asking Meg if she wants..."

"Is that a problem for you?"

"I...I...I don't know," Mike answered, with a nervous laugh. "Everything has happened so quickly...we haven't even talked about the possibility of sharing, or being with others, except like you were saying earlier. We'd have to date others, not necessarily sleep with them. But, we also haven't talked about remaining exclusive, either. Basically, I started all of this to get her to a place where she could be happy again. I guess if she were okay with it, I wouldn't stand in her way."

"But you wouldn't be happy about it."

"It would really depend on the guy, I think. I don't have a problem with you, Uncle Jim. In a way, you've made all this possible. Since you were her first, and her brother, it made the question of incest less of a barrier.

"But if the other guy was a total asshole, or someone I thought might hurt her, even if he was more than just a sport fuck, I think I'd object. At least until she either convinced me she knew what she was getting into or told me to fuck off," he said, with a laugh.

"So, as far as you're concerned, I can invite Maggie to go home with me, and leave Sally here to 'play' with you?"

"If she's willing, I can't really say no, but what about Gramma?"

"That's entirely up to her."

That good lady was in the kitchen when they returned to the house, dishing up the ginger bread with some vanilla ice cream. She smiled when she saw them enter. "Sally and Maggie are in the living room. You two grab the gingerbread while I bring in the coffee."

The two women were sitting on the sofa, facing the door to the living room, and saw Mike and Jim enter. Jim gave Sally a surreptitious nod, eliciting a wide grin from his wife. Maggie saw the nod and noted the result. Knowing her brother and sister, she guessed what the nod meant.

"Mike, before you sit down, can I speak with you a minute?" She got up and led him to another room. "Was your talk with your uncle helpful?"

"Uh, yeah; he gave me some good advice, and had a couple of suggestions we need to discuss. Probably on the way home, or when we get there."

Suppressing her smile, she asked, "Not tonight?"

"Uhh..."

"Did he ask you about Sally, and their game?"

"Um, yeah," he said, with a slight wince.

"Is that something you're comfortable with?"

He reached out and took Maggie's hand and drew her to a daybed in front of the window. Sitting down, he pulled her to sit beside him. "I am if you are, Mom. I'll admit, a big part of my motivation in all of this was to get to make love to you, although I didn't think of it in those terms, then.

"But even more than that, I wanted you to be happy again, in a way you haven't been since longer than I can remember. I thought that one way to do that was to make you feel good about yourself again. To make you feel attractive again.

"If it takes me screwing Aunt Sally so you can be with Uncle Jim again, then yeah, I can do that."

With a huge smile, and love in her eyes, Maggie replied, "You'd make that sacrifice, huh; play her silly game so you can fondle those big soft tits of hers. You'd do that for me?" With a soft giggle, she reached out and hugged her son. "Thank you..."

"Mom, no, Meg, I really wasn't thinking about her, or them, when I told Uncle Jim it was up to you...I told him if you were willing, I couldn't say no."

Still smiling, "But you don't find her attractive?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. I just said..." He stopped, seeing the laughter in his mother's eyes.

"That's okay, Mike. I need to talk to someone who is more or less objective, and who understands the situation. More than my brother, Jim has always been my friend. Whatever else happens tonight, he'll be there as my friend for me.

"And just a hint, Sally's real name is Celeste, and when her lover uses it, she tends to become quite submissive, almost like she's been hypnotized. And Ma tells me she's had a yen for a long time to have Sally lick someone's cum from her pussy."  

"Oh, shit! Anyone ever tell you, you can be nasty?" Mike replied, with a grin.

Maggie laughed and stood up. "Let's join the others before they think we've forgotten them."

Part XXXV

Jim and Maggie said their good nights and left, holding hands on their way to the car. Back in the living room, Carol was picking up the dirty dishes. When Mike moved to help her, she glanced over her shoulder to see where Sally was. From down the hallway, they heard the sound of a toilet flushing. In a low voice, Carol told Mike, "My bedroom is at the top of the stairs. It has a king size bed. Take Sally up there. I'll join you as soon as I start the dishwasher."

When Sally came into the living room, her blouse was unbuttoned down to her nipple line, and her brassiere band could be seen peeking out thru the opening as she walked. Her hips had a little extra sway as she seemed to strut into the room.

"Sooo," she cooed, "how is my favorite nephew, now that he's all grown up?" She walked right up to Mike and put her arms around his neck, leaning back from him a bit, but pushing her hips into his.

Without saying a word, Mike reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, open in surprise at his action. He reached up and seized her hands, pulling them apart and using them to turn her around, so her back was tight to his chest, her arms crossed in front of her.

Mike released her hands, and, before she could turn, seized both of her breasts. "I think you have me confused with someone else, Aunt Celeste. I've been grown for a while. I'm a man, with a man's appetites, and they tell me you are the perfect person to satisfy those appetites. Is that right, Aunt Celeste?"

Mike squeezed her breasts, searching for the nipples. They were rock hard when he found them. "Unbutton your blouse all the way, but leave it tucked in. We're going up to Gramma Carol's room."

Sally nodded. She turned to look at Mike as she opened the buttons on her blouse. The expression on her face was a combination of lust and the "deer-in-the-headlights" expression of someone unable to move without direct orders. When she reach the last visible button, without pulling her blouse out of her skirt, she pulled it open to reveal a red lace bra, through which her erect nipples were clearly visible.

With her eyes on Mike's, her hands slid up the plackets of her blouse to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Mike slowly shook his head. With a faint whimper, Sally dropped her hands.

"Upstairs," Mike ordered. She turned and led him to the staircase, where she hesitated. "Am I going to have to spank you before I use you?" he asked, his voice hard.

With a squeak, she began to run up the stairs until Mike ordered her to slow down. He caught up to her and slid his hand up her thigh and discovered she had removed her panties while in the bathroom earlier.

His middle two fingers slid into her opening easily. He pulled them out and replaced them with his thumb, which he quickly extracted and forced into her dark star, eliciting a groan and stopping her progress up the stairs. "Keep moving," he ordered her, "or I'll have to use my belt."

When she began to hurry, he thrust his middle fingers back into her quim and pinched his fingers together and pulled them down. "No need to hurry, just keep moving. Gramma's going to be joining us."

Sally started to turn around but was stopped by his hand. "N..N..no. I can't...not her."

"Why not?"

"She's...ungh," she moaned as Mike started to flutter the fingers in her quim. "She's m...my...mo...mother...in-law," she was finally able to gasp out.

"And I'm your husband's nephew. What's the difference?" Mike could feel the fluid from her quim running down his hand. Sally's breathing was becoming irregular, and she was having a hard time staying on her feet. "I didn't give you permission to climax, did I?" he asked her.

His words hit her like cold water on a hot day, shocking her out of the impending orgasm. "N...no, sir," she mumbled. Even through the fabric of her skirt, Mike's slap on her fanny shocked the forty-five year old mother of two. "Wh...what..."

"When you answer me, speak clearly and distinctly, and at a level where I can hear you clearly. Now, which is Gramma's room?"

"Please, sir..."

"Aunt Celeste, I'm only going to tell you this once. The only difference between getting fucked by me or by Gramma is that I have a cock I can put anywhere, while with Gramma, you have to use your tongue. Have you been with other women?" She nodded. "Then there should be no problem."

Sally's shoulders dropped. She dreaded the encounter with her mother-in- law. She had avoided it early in her marriage by claiming she wanted to give her husband his time alone with Carol. After a while, when it became obvious she wasn't interested, he stopped asking.

It wasn't personal, but she couldn't tell him that. Part of her acceptance of his relationship with his mother was tied into an encounter she had with her two maiden (great) aunts her last semester in high school.

They had invited her to tea one Sunday to give her their graduation gift, a check for $1000. The aunts, twins in their early seventies, who lived, and slept, together had set the young girl between them on a sofa. From their many years of pleasuring themselves and each other, they had the skills to seduce the young, near virgin, teenager, and used them.

Even as a nubile teen, Sally had discovered early that she enjoyed sex, and had experimented with some of her girl friends, and had tasted most of them, a couple fresh from cheerleading practice. Unfortunately, the aunts, as older folks sometimes do, had substituted cologne and scented toilet water for regular daily showers. Neither had they adopted the habit of using moistened towelettes to finish their toilet. Consequently, their vulvas had, to put it delicately, an odor, resembling that of canned mackerel.

Sally had been close to climaxing when the aunt not busy lapping at her quim had thrown her leg over Sally's face and pressed her untrimmed, smelly joint to her niece's lips. Fortunately, Sally had been able to push the aunts away before her lunch and subsequent snacks made their way back up her esophagus.

Simply put, she was afraid of a similar incident with her mother. She felt the same anxiety with any woman of the previous or earlier generations. She knew it was irrational, but was too embarrassed to try to deal with it.

Part XXXVI

When Mike saw his aunt's shoulders drop, he felt a pang of sympathy for the dark haired house wife. While she might not win any beauty pageants, she still had a lot of that girl next door look about her. And while she had put on a few pounds since graduating college, she was able to bear them easily, with her height.

Looking at her and comparing her to Maggie and Ellie, he figured she was between them in bust size, probably a 34 C. They had certainly been more than a handful.

He pulled his hand from under her skirt and turned her to face him. "Aunt Celeste, Gramma's room?" He had toned his voice down to a tone between conversational and soothing. She visibly relaxed and pointed to the room right across from the staircase.

"Come along, now. It's time for you to get undressed, then you need to undress me." Sally's eyes lit up and she smiled. He decided not to tell her she would probably need to undress Carol when she showed up.

When she entered Carol's bedroom, Sally nearly gasped. She and Jim had been married for nearly twenty years and this was the first time she could remember being in her mother's bedroom. The walls were a light, or off white, peach color, but all the appointments--curtains, bed spread, pillows, throw rugs--were scarlet, giving the room a very erotic atmosphere.

Mike urged her into the room, reminding her of why she was there. She turned to face him and began to seductively sway her hips back and forth as she pulled her blouse from her skirt. He reached out and gently grabbed her hips.

"That's not necessary, Aunt Celeste. I want to be fucking you when Gramma joins us, so she can drink my cum from your pussy when she eats you. So, unless you want to eat her first, you're wasting time."

Sally's eyes opened as wide as they could, and her jaw dropped as Mike's words sank in. Her bra and skirt were gone in seconds, and she stood before her nephew in her sandals. He cocked his head and looked at her. Her eyes opened wide again as she recalled she also had to undress him. She approached him quickly and began to pull his polo shirt up over his head as he raised his arms.

When it was clear, she tossed it to the side and reached for his belt. When it was open she unfastened the waist of his pants and unzipped him, letting the garment fall. When she saw the tent in his boxer briefs, she unconsciously licked her lips and looked up to meet Mike's eyes. "It isn't going to do you a lotta good if you leave it wrapped," he said with a smile.

Sally laughed and slid her hands into the waistband by his hips and pushed his shorts down. "I've been thinking about this all evening," she told him. "You surprised me when you took charge..."

"And I'm going to continue to take charge, Aunt Celeste," he said, emphasizing their relationship, accentuating the taboo nature of their activity.

She moaned and leaned against him. "You ... bastard," she laughed. "You've got me so friggin wet, I'll come if you just breathe on my pussy."

"Then get your ass on the bed, and let's see how long you can continue to come."

She straightened up and looked at him, lust and concern mixed in her expression. "Wha..."

"You out there, Gramma?" he called.

""Bet your ass. I've been waiting. You going to fuck her first so I can drink your cum from her cunt?"

"That's how you want it, that's how you'll get it. Why don't you come in and start on her boobies?"

Sally backed up and hit the bed. Mike pushed her so she fell back on it. "Aunt Sally, I hope you're really ready to come, because we're going to use every hole you've got and try to keep you coming as continuously as possible for as long as possible. I'll try to keep the pleasure from turning to pain, but you're going to have to tell me if it gets to that point. Ready?"

Carol knee walked onto the bed and up to Sally's side. She bent down and took one of Sally's long nipples into her mouth and began to nurse, sucking on it and lightly chewing at it. Sally gasped as the activity sent bolts of pleasure right to her clit. Her eyes closed and she nodded.

When she said she was so aroused she could come from someone blowing on her pussy, she wasn't exaggerating. When Mike pushed into her swampy sheath, her eyes and mouth flew open in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

By the time he was fully embedded in her, she was nearly incoherent from the pleasure. Her hands came up to push him away, to reduce the overwhelming sensation she was experiencing. She succeeded in pushing her mother away, which gave Mike room to lie on her, holding her down as his hips pounded into hers.

It took her a few minutes, but she was finally able to bleat out, "Stop... please... too...too much. Too much."

Mike slowed down. To the point where he was just rocking his pubes against her clit, every now and then sending a bolt of sensation through her which resembled a micro orgasm. After several minutes, the bolts stopped and Sally was able to talk. "Jeezus, Mike, what did you do to me? Did you..."

He shook his head. "Not yet."

"I don't know if I can..."

"Of course you can, Celeste; you have to, so Carol can drink my sperm from you. Remember?"




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She got that 'deer in the headlights' look again, and barely nodded. Mike began to move, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing in speed until it was plain that he was close to climax.

Sally, still highly aroused in spite of her massive climax, was well on her way to another one, her hip thrusts equaling Mike's in number and force. Watching them as she frigged herself, Carol wondered if the old bed would survive the night.

With a roar which probably was heard by some neighbors, Mike announced his climax, triggering Sally's, who matched his roar with a scream which signaled pleasure mixed with pain. Her legs released their grip on his hips, as Mike collapsed on her breasts, gasping for breath.

Part XXXVII

Carol allowed him no time to rest on Sally. As soon as he collapsed, she was pushing her grandson off her daughter. When his staff was free, Carol's mouth was trying to engulf Sally's kitty, her tongue digging deep for her grandson's spend.

Initially Sally moaned, in pain from the stimulation, but as Carol persisted, there was a change in the tenor of the moans and Sally began to push her hips up into Carol's probing tongue. The older woman continued her stimulation, reaching around Sally's hips to grab her nipples, twisting and rubbing them.

With the tongue lashing her clit, and Carol's fingers twisting her nipples, it didn't take very long before the younger woman recognized the onset of a third massive orgasm. When this one hit Sally, the ensuing scream was as much pain as it was pleasure.

Mike and Carol recognized the state of the woman they were over pleasuring. He moved so he was lying beside her and pulled her into his arms so she faced him. At the same time, Carol moved up to spoon her. With a shy grin, Mike asked Sally, "So, you gonna survive?"

Her answering smile made her beautiful. "I might, but after I recover, I'm not sure my husband will after I tell him about tonight. Ever since I was a little girl, whenever someone used my given name, they could make me do anything. I guess it was because that's how my parents got me to mind, calling me Celeste instead of Sally when they wanted me to do something right away.

"And when you started calling me Aunt Celeste, it just made everything so nasty. Shit, I'm getting myself wet, just talking about it," she laughed.

"Does that mean you're ready for step two?"

"Step two?" echoed the two women.

"Mmhmm. Celeste needs to get me ready for you, Gramma, then she gets to clean you up after."

"And who gets me ready for you?" Carol replied.

Mike moved around, presenting his member to Sally, and pulled Carol's quim to his face. "That's my job, unless you're a lot more limber than most folks, and I don't ever remember Mom saying you were a contortionist." His tongue flicked out and tickled her outer labia.

With a sigh of contentment, Carol lay back. "No, that's fine. You can do it. Sally, you do a good job on him. I've been waiting for this for four years."

"Four years, Gramma?"

"Yes, Mikey; actually longer. The year before you graduated from high school, I was there for your birthday and I saw you and your girl friend at the time by the pool. I guess you had been playing around in the water, because when you came out you had a giant boner.

"She laughed and pulled down your suit and started to give you a blowjob, but your parents came home just then, and you heard their car doors slamming, so you grabbed your suit and jumped in the pool to put it back on. If you had been eighteen, I would have snuck into your bedroom that night and made sure you weren't a virgin."

"I don't remember that. I hope tonight is worth the wait."

"I'm sure it will be, honey, now get busy, not that I need much preparation, but it does feel good...It looks like Sally has you just about ready. Mmm, some attention to the inner lips and my clit would be good, too."

Mike reached down and pulled Sally off his dick and pushed her around to suck on Carol's tits. At the same time, he pushed his tongue into Carol's vagina. "Yessss!" she hissed. "More, you motherfuckers!" she demanded, pushing her hips and chest up off the bed into their teasing tongues.

Mike moved up over and into her, pulling Sally's face to his and sharing Carol's taste with her. His hips began moving as soon as his pubes hit his grandmother's, to moans of satisfaction from that good lady. "Mmm, yes, just like that...faster...harder, now...yes...no, you bastard, don't slow down! oh...oh...ohh...uh, uh,uh ,uhhnnngh, fas... fas....oh,oh, oh,oh,oh, ohmi, ohmi gawwwwd!" she cried, nearly deafening her lover. He, however, was on his own collision course with a climax, and could feel it beginning to churn in his balls.

"Oh, god, you're not...ohmi ohmi another one oh shit Mikey don't ...don't...do...don...ohmigawwwd!" his grandmother cried out, again, feeling Mike's spend splash against her sheath walls. "Ye eessss. So good...good, so very good," she whispered, stroking his back and holding him against her.

After a minute or so, he pushed himself up, off and out of her, giving Sally access to Carol's quim and his runoff. She was there, cleaning his prick before he hit the bed and ran her tongue under his foreskin, sucking out whatever remained in his pipeline before she cleaned her mother.

While Sally used her tongue to clear Mike's sauce from Carol's clam, he reached over and played with his grandmother's nipples. She reached up and grabbed his hand, to press his palm into her breast, shaking her head at the same time. Her eyes were closed and he noticed her breathing was becoming more rapid.

Sally took hold of the older woman's knees and pushed them up to rest on her chest, making it easier for her to get to Carol's minge. She started using her tongue to rapidly flick the sixty plus year old clitoris, thinking this was her husband's mother, and her chief competitor for his dick. She stiffened her tongue and began to use it to fuck into the vagina which had delivered her mate, eliciting a loud moan.

Remembering how it had felt to her when her nephew had pushed his thumb into her anus, she pulled her mouth away from its task for just long enough to wet her thumb, then thrust into her mother's pucker, turning the moan into aloud, complaining grunt, "Uunnngggghhh!"

Continuing her tongue assault on Carol's tender portions, she began to twist and rotate her thumb in the older woman's back passage. "Sally, you bitch, what... wha... oh, uh, uh, uh, unh , unh, omigawwwd, no not again, ohhhh shiiiit aaahhhhhhhhrrrggghh!" she screamed as she experienced the most intense climax she had had in years.

Sally crawled up beside Mike so he was between the two women. "Remind me to do that to you in the morning," he said to her with a grin. With a smile, she shook her head.

"We'll see," she said.

"You can bet your ass on that," Carol answered, her voice soft, raspy as she recovered. And with that, the trio fell asleep.

Part XXXVIII

A few miles south, in the town of Warwick, Maggie and Jim stood in his living room, kissing like old lovers greeting each other after a long absence. His hands slid down her back, to grip her tushcakes, evoking an appreciative moan. Squeezing them in his hands and drawing her closer, Jim said, "I've wanted to do his for a long time, but didn't think Harry would go along."

"Before the first of the month, I'm not sure I would have."

"Remind me, then, to thank your son tomorrow," he said with a smile, sliding his lips down the side of her neck, pausing to apply some small suction over the pulse point. Maggie responded by pushing her hips into her brother's groin.

"Take me to your bedroom, Jimmy. Or will Sally be upset?"

He swept her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. "It won't matter to her, one way or the other," he said, laying her down in the middle of his queen sized bed. He reached for the waist of her skirt and pulled at her blouse, freeing it from her waistband.

She reached up and began to unbutton the blouse, and he straightened up to remove his shirt. As he pulled it over his head, he felt her move on the bed, and found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, staring at them, crying softly.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy. I can't do this. It's not because you're my brother, or that I'm still married to Harry. It doesn't make any sense, but I feel like I'm cheating on my son."

"Knowing that he's probably fucking the shit out of my wife right now?"

She nodded. "I even told him to use her given name, knowing it would make it better for him. It's totally irrational, I know. And he'll probably do Ma, too. That doesn't matter.

"How do you and Ma do it? I mean..."

Jim laughed. "I understand. You're not asking about positions, but how do we make it work for us. Luckily, I found Sally, whose appetite for kink and sex accommodated my relationship with Mom. Elaine, my first fiancé found my public affection for Mom creepy, and couldn't handle it.

"When she chased Dad away, it caused a bit of a ruckus, and the neighborhood realized she was a woman alone, and accepted my frequent overnight visits as the sign of a 'good' son. If anyone thinks they're strange now that I'm married and have a family, they haven't said anything, at least to me or Mom."

"How about your kids; do they know, or suspect, anything?"

"Not as far as I know, and Sally hasn't raised any concerns. We're pretty careful to keep our swinging limited to times we're sure they will be in school. And times they are home, I don't stay overnight at Mom's. It all takes some planning, some awareness, and a lot of flexibility.

"Michael J Fox has a line in that movie about the President, with Michael Douglas; he's in a limo with the press secretary, commenting on his social life, and says something to the effect that all his girlfriends consider their dates "soft" until confirmed thirty minutes ahead of time. It's a bit like that.

"Mom and I have a standing date, every Tuesday, but she knows not to expect me until I walk in the door. As much as I can, I keep it, or call if I can't, but she knows that's not always possible. It's got better now the kids are out of the house." He paused, to glance at his watch. "Right about now, I would imagine your son is wondering if he has any thing left in his ball sack.

"Sally and I haven't made love since the middle of the week and she needs sex at least every other day or she gets so horny she could climb Devil's Tower, and it's been nearly three weeks since Mom and I have been able to get together." He looked at Maggie and saw the question in her eyes. "Summer school is starting, and I'm acting Department Head for the summer."

He stood up. "I'll go see that the guest room bed is ready for you."

"Can't I sleep in here, with you?"

"But you said..."

Maggie shrugged. "I know, and it still may not happen, but it's a lot more likely if we're in the same bed." A few minutes later, the naked brother and sister were lying in bed, face to face. "Thank you, Jimmy, for sharing your advice with Mike and me. It helps, hearing from someone who's lived through what we're facing."

"That's okay, Sis; I'm glad I could help. One of the suggestions I gave Mike was to move to a larger city, where you weren't well known and could blend in. He asked about moving here, to Providence."

"I can understand his reasoning, but that isn't likely; it would make a complicated situation a lot worse. If we move, it would probably be the Philadelphia suburbs or one of the larger cities in upstate New York. We'll see." She leaned in to kiss him good night, and felt his rod against her stomach. "Oh, Jimmy..."

"I'm sorry, Mag, it just..."

"Shhh," she said, throwing her leg over his hip, pulling him to her and rolling on to her back. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart, just go for it."

Part XXXIX

An image in Mike's dream caused him to stretch, waking him. The walls, now clearly a pale peachy orange, against the bright red of the blankets and curtains disoriented him momentarily. When he remembered where he was, he grinned and looked to his left, to find that side of the bed empty. Frowning, he looked to his right, with the same result.

He looked at his watch, and laughed. It was well after ten in the morning. He hadn't slept this late, even on a Sunday, since he graduated from high school, and he was down with the flu then. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat up. Someone had picked up his clothes and folded them, then piled them on a chair next to the bed.

He grabbed them and walked down the hall to the room where he had placed his and Maggie's luggage. Grabbing some clean underwear, he went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. After dressing, he went downstairs, and found Sally and Carol in the kitchen, reading the morning paper.

"G'morning, sleepy head. Did we wear you out last night?" Carol asked, with a laugh.

"Something did. I haven't slept this late in years. Must be the sea air," he said, returning her smile. "Morning, Aunt Sally."

"Good morning, Mike. I've heard it called lots of things, but that's a new one," she laughed. "I don't want to hurry you, but after you have breakfast, you need to drive me home, and Maggie wants you to bring the suitcase with her clean clothes so she can change."

Mike and Sally were on their way down Warwick Road toward Hoxsie. Traffic was light and they were making fairly good time. "Sally, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Mike. You should know that."

"The situation between Uncle Jim and Gramma, does it ever bother you?"

"Bother me? How?"

"You know, they're mother and son, and lovers."

"So, do you mean does the incest bother me, or the fact of their relationship beyond that."

"Yeah, all of that."

"Well, as far as the incest thing goes...can you keep a secret? I'm going to tell you something nobody else in the family knows except Jim." Mike looked at her and nodded. "In my family, and we weren't some backwoods hillbilly family. My grandfather was a well known surgeon in Massachusetts. My father was the youngest of four sons, and in each of their families it was the same, just as it happened when they were children.

"When their daughters reached the age of sixteen, in the presence of the girls' uncles and other female cousins who had already been broached, the father took his daughter's virginity. When it was done, each uncle in turn then had their own daughters again. I was the youngest of the nieces, so only participated the one time.

When Debbie was sixteen, Jim was expected to take her to my father's house and participate in a similar ceremony. When Sammy turned sixteen, my mother told me it was my duty to start training him to be a good husband, and the first step was to bed him. The sons were all initiated privately, but the training continued until they were married.

"So, as far as the incest thing goes, I don't have any right to judge them. Early in our dating, I saw that Jim and Carol had a close relationship, and I was glad, because it meant that he and I would also stay close. I suppose, given our lifestyle, that sounds strange, but we have. Last night was the first night in over two years that I haven't slept next to Jim.

"Is that what you wanted to know?"

"It doesn't bother you, or make you jealous? Or that it has to be kept secret?"

"No, no, and yes. The need for secrecy is sometimes hard to deal with, especially with the children. As you might have guessed, we opted not to participate in the family tradition. When they were young, up until Debbie was ten or so, we could explain Jim's absence without too much trouble, but as they got older and wiser, it became more difficult. Now they're in college, it isn't that much of an issue. Jim and Carol's relationship shouldn't be anybody's business but ours; they're two consenting adults, and there's no longer any chance of children, but the law...and small minded people...

"Never mind his relationship with his mother, but if even our open marriage philosophy became widely known, Jim's job could be in jeopardy. That's why we don't reach out to his colleagues, or to people in the area. We usually travel to places where we know we will meet people like us, and we insist everyone practice safe sex. You're the only man, other than Jim and my father, I've ever had sex with bareback."

She paused and looked out the side window. "So that's the answer, long and rambling, to your question. As troublesome as it is, if it meant losing him, I wouldn't change any of it. I love him just as much now, if not more, as I did the day we met."

"How did you meet?"

Sally giggled. "You're going to think I'm terrible. I was a sophomore in college, and had just agreed to go steady with a guy from Sigma Chi. To celebrate, he said, he wanted to take me to a clothing optional beach. We had already done pretty much everything but screw, so I figured why not.

"It was supposed to be a weekend trip, and we drove up on Friday, after classes, but it was too late to swim. The next morning, we went to the beach and while we were stripping I saw this tall guy about ten feet away, just standing there, staring at me. Then I recognized him. He was in one of my classes.

"I started to blush, until he smiled, and all of a sudden I was grinning and couldn't stop. He came over, said hello to my date, whom he knew, and sat down. We started talking, and, to make a long story short, when my date went to get us a drink, I left with Jim, leaving my date on the beach. We've been together ever since.

"Turn left up here, then the first right...okay, now left again and we're the fourth driveway on the right."

"If you guys have any time for a vacation this summer, why don't you come down for a visit? We could go into the City, catch a matinee and have dinner somewhere..."

"Sounds like fun, but...Jim is acting department head for the summer, and won't get any time until after Labor Day."

"Would he mind if you came down alone?"

"I don't know; like I said, last night was the first night we've spent apart in a while. I'll talk to him about it." Mike pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. Sally released her belt and turned to look at him.

"Mike, I know you're struggling with your relationship with Maggie. You're a young man, and you need to date younger women. Partly to find someone your own age to spend your life with, but also to help conceal your incest. You have just had a short intense period of very heady, and I would guess almost intoxicating sex with a beautiful woman.

"In order to regain some perspective, it might be wise if you refrained from sex for a week or so, and then sat down and had an honest heart to heart discussion with her about what you each want out of the relationship, and, if you decide to go ahead, how you plan to make it work so no one gets hurt."

"Yeah, I understand. Uncle Jim suggested moving to a larger city, and I asked him if Providence would be a good idea..."

"No. No, it wouldn't. Right now, we very carefully walk a tightrope of circumspection, maintaining our privacy and hiding our lives. Adding another couple would make it impossible. It would be like spraying gasoline on a house fire. I love you Mike, and last night was one of the best times I've ever had, but you and Maggie moving to anywhere in Rhode Island would be a humongous mistake." She opened her door. "Let's go see how the other half made out." Mike watched her walk to the side door before he moved, thinking about what she had said.

Part XL

An hour and a half later, Mike pulled into his grandmother's driveway. On the way back, the mother-son duo had decided to push ahead and get home to avoid the business day traffic the next day. As Mike grabbed his bag from the bedroom, Maggie invited her mother to join them for lunch at George's Restaurant in Galilee. She was just declining as he got downstairs.




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"Well then, Gramma, why don't you come down for a week this summer? We could go into the City or run up and see the dinosaur tracks, or some other museum, or something..."

With a smile which showed where her daughter's had come from, she looked at her grandson. "I've got your something..." she laughed, with an obscene hip thrust.

"Mother!" "Gramma!" the pair cried, laughing.

"Wow, Gramma, I... I... That's not really what I was thinking about, but, yeah, maybe."

"Michael! That's my mother you're hitting on," laughed Maggie. "But do think about it, Ma. It's been ages since you've visited."

"What about whosis? Will he be around?"

"Harry? Not likely. Sometime this week, Mike will present him with a proposal to divide our property in the divorce. If he agrees, I should be a single woman by the first of October. Why do you dislike him so much?"

"You mean besides the fact he's a cheating asshole? The last time I was there, the Christmas after Mike graduated, I couldn't sleep and was in the den watching late night television when he came in, seven sheets to the wind. He flopped down on the couch beside me and nearly bowled me over with the smell of booze on him.

"He put his arm around my shoulder so that his hand covered my breast and began to talk about how lonely I must be, living alone for so long. He put his other hand on my leg and started rubbing it. I pushed his hands away and stood up, then bent over, giving him a good look at my boobs, and whispered in his ear that if he ever touched me again, I'd do this for real, squeezing his balls and pulling on them, letting them slide through my fingers. He sobered up in a hurry, I can tell you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Maggie asked, anger and pain battling for supremacy on her face.

"No reason to. I handled it, and figured you knew who you were living with. There was no reason to rub your nose in it." She gave her daughter a hug. "Since he won't be around all that much, I'll call in a couple of days and arrange to come visit. Going into the City for a day would be fun."

The trip to Galilee along the coast of the bay went through several villages over two lane roads. Although it was only twenty-five miles or so, it took nearly an hour. Rather than eating inside, they went to the carry out window and ordered a lobster roll each and an order of clam cakes, a New England version of hush puppies. They took them to a nearby flat topped rock and sat down to eat while they talked.

"Sally said we shouldn't make love for a week or so, to cool off a bit," Mike started, before taking a bite.

Maggie nodded, indicating she understood. "What do you think?" she asked, biting into a clamcake.

He laughed. "Depends which head I'm thinking with," he replied. "You?"

Maggie shook her head. "Did she say why?"

"Something to the effect we had just had three weeks of heady, intoxicating sex, and probably weren't thinking too clearly."

"She's a smart lady. Did she tell you about her family and their initiation rites?"

"She said nobody in the family but Uncle Jim knew about them."

Maggie nodded. "When Sally's father called about Debbie, he needed someone to talk to and thought Sally was tied too tightly to the family to be objective. So, what does your big head tell you about what she suggested?"

"If we were going to be isolated, then she might have a point, but we're going to be around people, interacting with others most of the time, so there isn't going to be the opportunity for the kind of uninhibited lovemaking we had at the cabin. I think if we act like reasonable adults instead of honeymooners, we can achieve a similar result."

"What result is that?"

"A clear head so we can sensibly discuss what we want out of our relationship, and how to manage it so nobody gets hurt."

"And you think we can do that and still make love, how often, weekly, bi-weekly, daily, hourly, constantly?" she asked, grinning.

"As attractive as those last two choices are, even I recognize they're impractical," he answered, returning her grin. "Daily sounds good, but I'm not sure how long I could keep it up, no pun intended. Two or three times a week sounds about right. Maybe twice a week, with the possibility of a weekend marathon now and then."

"Jim's gonna shit when I tell him what you suggested. He suspected Sally might tell you to cool it for a bit, but he predicted you'd opt for at least once daily. He said after he and Sally got back from their honeymoon, their first six months frequency was every morning and every night."

"Yeah, so would I if we were married, or even just living together as a couple. But we have that damned 800 pound gorilla to contend with. And you still haven't told me what you think."

"Let's get started, and we can talk while we drive. Want me to take the wheel for a while?"

"Nah, I'm good. It's only a couple of hours." They got into the car, buckled up and pulled out of the parking lot and made their way to US 1, on their way to I-95.

As Mike pulled onto the interstate, Maggie twisted in her seat, facing Mike. "Be careful; I don't want to go flying through the windshield," she said with a smile. "What do I think about Sally's advice to take a breather from our love life? Mmm...

"I must admit, Mikey, when you told me what you had planned for our trip, I was more than thrilled. If you couldn't smell my kitty that day, it was a miracle. Any objection I had was based on what I saw as best for you. The specter of an incestuous relationship with my son didn't bother me. As I told you, I had often thought about it, fantasized about it.

"I considered it wrong because it would make it difficult for you to meet and date women of your own age, women you should be seeing, and, yes, fucking. What's the line from your favorite Tom Hanks movie, '... trying them on, seeing how they fit...' That's what you should be doing, instead of me. And, frankly, so should I. How would you feel about that? Don't answer that just yet.

"What we're doing is so wrong, on so many levels and from so many points of view, it's ridiculous, but I don't care, or want to stop, at least, not completely. Since that afternoon at the pool, learning you wanted me like I wanted you, has made a world of difference in me.

"I've tried to be upset about it, angry about it... angry at you. One of the reasons I wanted to go with Jim last night was to see how I would be with someone else. I couldn't get aroused; since it wasn't you, it didn't feel right."

"I think I understand that. With Aunt Sally, and with Gramma, it felt good, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't like sport fucking, but similar."

"God, I hate that term--sport fucking! It sounds like you men think of having sex as a competitive game; you even use the term scoring when you convince a woman to open her body to you." A shudder, caused by her distaste, shook her body and she went on.

"You're right, it was more personal than the nameless sex that term has come to mean, but still didn't come close to how I feel when I'm with you. So where do we go from here? As you pointed out, continuing at the same pace isn't possible, and completely stopping is undesirable."

"Do you have an idea?"

Maggie laughed. "In this area, I am absolutely the last person to ask about what is normal or desirable in a sexual relationship. I had sex a half dozen times and found my self pregnant. After I got married, I learned my husband had a Madonna/whore complex when it came to sex, and he never touched me after I began to show. For six months, when he was trying to get me pregnant, we had sex four or five times a week, and then for the next year and a half, I was too sick, too tired or both. By the time I was able to have sex, my husband had decided to flex his fuck muscle in other women.

"Until you reawakened my kitty, I could probably count the times I've had sex since Ellie was born on my fingers, not including my thumbs. But, I've learned I enjoy sex, and I don't intend to give it up. Especially, sex with you. I don't know why, maybe it's the taboo, or the underlying biological relationship, or just that I was so fucking lonely... We will be together as often as we can manage, Mike. I promise.

"But you have to promise me you will pursue other women your age, or I will become a yenta and find you someone, a regular Dolly Levy, except I won't be promoting myself to you, but someone more age appropriate, like Evelyn."

"Okay, I promise, after I start working. I reserve the summer for us. It will make sense to folks as they learn about the divorce, and it's my last summer free, without needing to work. We can go dancing, and to the beach, and clubs to show you off. My own brand of Dolly-Levy-ing."

Maggie laughed. "Okay, but didn't Evelyn say something about you owing her a night after work? You could bring her home, Mike. I won't be upset, or jealous. And when you explain that you're not starting to work until October, I'm sure she'd understand. As of May first, according to her mother, she was still at home, too."

Part XLI

At Maggie's insistence, claiming she didn't want to have to cook when they got home, they stopped at Waverly's for dinner. Although it was only slightly past five o'clock on a Sunday, the dining room was relatively empty. As they waited to be seated, they could hear Evie in the kitchen.

"Bert, you can't just quit like that, not with only five days notice. That means I won't have a cook for the weekend...and where the fuck do you expect me to find someone to replace you in five days...I don't give a damn if your new boss is short a cook, so will I be...oh, go to hell!"

She came out of the kitchen looking like someone had walked on her face. In the dim light, it took her a few moments to recognize that she had customers waiting to be seated. Barely glancing at them, she picked up some menus and led them to a booth near the back of the dining room. "Problems, Evie?" asked Mike as she laid the menus down.

Her head jerked up at the question and she looked at Mike, a smile and an expression of hope on her face. "Mike! Oh, god, please tell me you're not busy Saturday. My cook just gave me five days notice and this time of year, with everything opening up, there's no way I'd find someone decent by then. Please..."

"Of course he will, Evelyn," interrupted Maggie. "I understand he owes you a couple of favors. This will let him redeem them. Right, Michael."

From the tone of her voice, and the way she used his full name, Mike knew there was no room to negotiate. "It doesn't need to be both, unless you want it to be. I can fill in until you find someone. It'll be good experience."

Evie threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Mike. With graduations, the festival, and the Fourth weekend, the period coming up is usually pretty big for us." She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "You can collect that second favor whenever, and as often as you want it. Not just because you're rescuing me either."

Backing away from his ear, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, what can I get for you? Drinks? Appetizers?" she asked, taking deep breath to calm herself. "It's on me. I can't tell you what it means, Mike, that you can step in."

"I'm happy to help out, Evie; that's what friends are for," he said, smiling at her.

"Can you come in tomorrow, so we can get all the paperwork and Health Department stuff done?"

"Sure. What time?"

"Anytime after ten."

Maggie interrupted, "I see your kitchen is closed on Mondays. How late do you work then?"

"Yeah, Monday is my day for ordering and catching up on paperwork. I'm usually out of here about six. Why?"

"Why don't you come to dinner tomorrow? It'll give Mike an opportunity to show you what he's learned. But, before you answer, I have to let you know that we practice casual nudity at home."

Mike quickly swallowed whatever comment he was about to make about inviting Evie, and studied the paper placemat in front of him. The busty blonde caught her breath and glanced at him, aware of the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.

Barely able to get the words out, she accepted, saying, "I, uhm, can handle that. At least I won't have to worry about dressing for dinner." Maggie's grin convinced her that her response was taken for what it was--a nervous response to an unexpected situation.

"Great. Now, dinner; do you have any of that delicious veal cutlet we had the last time we were in?" Evie nodded. "And a glass of Riesling, please."

"Salad or soup?" Maggie shook her head, so Evie looked at Mike.

"How's the cacciatore?" he asked.

Evie laughed. "If you want cacciatore, I'll bring you schnitzel."

Mike laughed. "That bad, huh? The veal's fine. And a side salad, with your French bleu cheese dressing. And, uh... the Riesling will be fine." He watched Evie walk away, then looked at his mother.

"What're you up to, inviting her to a nude dinner."

"Just getting to know her, and creating opportunities. Do I hear an objection?" Mike shook his head, and seeing the server bringing his salad, held his tongue. Maggie just smiled and helped herself to a bite of salad.

Their meal came, and shortly afterward, Evie stopped by to make sure everything was alright and confirm that Mike would be there between eleven and noon the next day. The couple skipped dessert and thanked their hostess on the way out. A half hour later, they were turning into Belle Vista Drive.

Part XLII

By seven-thirty, they had the car unpacked and the suitcases emptied. The rest of their gear was taken to the backyard, to be cleaned tomorrow. Extra foodstuffs were unpacked and put away. Mike was just coming up from the basement, storing the ice chest, when he met his mother coming from her room on her way to the pool.

In spite of the fact he had just spent three weeks with his mother, mostly totally unclothed, the sight of her coming across the room took his breath away. Tall, slender, and bronzed from the sun, both carpet and drapes sun bleached, her small B-cups capped by dark red areolas, she was a vision to drive any man's libido to the boiling point.

"Good God, Mom! I...I... you are absolutely beautiful! Stunning doesn't begin to describe you. I knew at the cabin how... but now, here, out of the sunlight, I can't find the words... if Dad saw you like this, he'd never look at another woman, I swear... I know you want me to... but, there's no one..." he stammered and stuttered, getting the half thoughts out.

Maggie laughed, and walked up to her son, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "If nothing else, my son, you're good for my ego. Go get ready for a swim and bring out some wine. I'll be waiting by the pool." She gave him a light kiss on the lips, gently caressing them with her tongue.

When he tried to pull her closer, she backed off with a smile. "Later. There's only an hour or so left to swim; hurry and join me." while she went out through the french doors, Mike stripped in the kitchen and had just started toward the outdoors when she called back, "Grab our robes; it's getting chilly."

By the time he got back to the pool with the robes and towels, Maggie was on the second of her planned twenty laps, approximately a half mile. It was a large pool, built so that 50 round trips was a mile. Both of them had worked their way up to that distance at the cabin, but they didn't have time or daylight enough to swim that far.

Mike joined her and added the five extra laps to make his swim a half mile. "Showoff," she teased.

"It is easier without suits, even racing suits add enough drag to noticeably slow you down. Damn, it's really getting cold out here. What's the weather supposed to be like tomorrow?"

"I heard them talking about wet and chilly on the radio, but didn't pay much attention, but heard something about a tropical depression. Will that make a difference in what you make for dinner?"

"Ennh, Waverly's likes to brag about their steaks. I could do them inside, but... hmm, she said their cacciatore isn't very good. I have a variation that should have customers coming back every week. I can pick up the ingredients after I see her tomorrow.

"A salad, some pasta, a good bread from Gianelli's, and some spumoni for dessert. A nice Chianti with dinner and coffee with dessert. A meal fit for a Caesar."

"It sounds delicious. Is there anything I can do to help?" Maggie asked. They had moved to the den, at the back of the house, as they talked. The mother son duo settled on the sofa, sides touching.

"Mmhmm. I'll leave the salad to you. Your vinaigrette with the chunky bleu cheese would be perfect." He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"This is perfect," she said. "As much as I talk about you finding someone your own age, I could stay here forever. Oh, Michael, what are we going to do?" she sighed.

"I don't know, Meg. But we have a few weeks to think about it. Uncle Jim said things won't start to look weird until New Year's, my living here, 'n' all." He tightened his grip and gently placed a light kiss on the top of her head. "Whatever it is, I am glad we had the last few weeks for ourselves. I will always be grateful for that.

"Uncle Jim suggested moving to a larger city and when I suggested Providence, he didn't seem to have feelings either way, but Aunt Sally seemed to think it would be a disaster for the family if we moved any where in Rhode Island."

He felt Maggie nod her head against his chest. "I agree with her," she said, and paused. "With Jim and Ma," she went on, "and their life style, their life is complicated enough. If we moved within a half hour drive, there would be an irresistible attraction, just like us, and it could be disastrous.

"Moving may be an answer, but I'm pretty sure it isn't the answer. I think Jim and Ma have found the best solution. We need to find you a woman your own age who can accept the fact you have a physical relationship with your mother. It might be a long search, but as long as you're actively engaged in the search, we can find time to be together without raising too many eyebrows.

"Come, let's go to bed. I want to feel you next to me, naked."



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Mike and Maggie get caught; Mike meets his naked mother and learns Evie is willing to share. Mother's secretary comes to house for a visit. Hope you enjoy. Jb7

Chapter 4

Part XLIII 

Mike woke in the morning to the sound of the shower. As he sleepily staggered toward the bathroom, the sound stopped. Maggie was just stepping out of the shower when he opened the door and stepped in. "Morning, love," she greeted him.

"Mmrng," he grunted as he plopped down on the toilet and released his bladder.

"My, aren't we chipper this morning," she laughed. "I'll go down and start breakfast as soon as I put some panties on."

"Panties? I thought..."

"Biology, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but my damaged uterus decided to be nasty this week. I'm afraid it's off limits for a few days."

"Grumble, grumble," muttered Mike, and laughed. "Somehow, that figures. Almost enough to make you wonder if God isn't trying to tell us something. I'll be right down. Let me catch a shower first."

After some cereal, toast and coffee, Mike went into his father's office to work on the proposal he would present to him. Before they had started for the cabin, he had called his parents' attorneys and asked them to provide appraisals for both the house and the apartment where his father was staying. Looking at them, he had to laugh. The appraisal for the house, provided by his father's attorney, and the one for the apartment, provided by his mother's, were only about two percent apart, with the apartment being worth more. 

He looked at the family's stocks and bonds. Over the years, his father had invested wisely, purchasing a mix of mutual funds and individual companies. When he had invested in a particular company, he had bought in partial blocks, usually ten shares at a time, making division of them easy. 

In the few instances where there were an odd number of stocks or mutual fund shares, he proposed disposing of the odd shares and the money added to the cash accounts the family held. 

Satisfied, he booted up the computer, called up the spread sheet program and began typing. He was done about ten-thirty, and printed up the draft to show his mother. On his way to get dressed for his meeting with Evie, he left the document on the kitchen table.

In his bedroom he found that Maggie had been busy ironing his slacks and a shirt for his appointment. He was just buttoning his shirt when she came in with the draft, wearing a pair of dark blue boy shorts.

"This is a great idea, Mike; do you think he'll go for it?"

"I think so; hope so. It keeps everything in the family except for a few stocks and mutual fund shares no body really cares about. It pretty much divides everything else equally, giving him a little edge in property value. He gives up some stock in the company, but you give up more."

"And you kids get the cabin and a bigger share of the company, and he keeps his job as CEO."

"Unless the three of us go together and vote him out," Mike grinned.

"Mmm," Maggie said, with a devilish smile in her eyes. "Nah, I'll keep mine as vice president," she said with a laugh. "I don't have to travel, and I can leave the office when I want." She glanced at the sheet. "Good. I see you included support for Ellie while she's in school. When are you going to show it to him?"

"Not until after the fourth. I want him to think I had to work hard to earn his money. I'm not going to tell him you approved it, either, but present it as a possible settlement."

"What if he doesn't accept it? What if he wants all the company stock?"

"Then he'll have to give up the community property or its cash equivalent. That's all he has to bargain with. Based on current prices, he doesn't have enough to buy it all back. He might want you out, though, if he sees you as a negative influence in the company."

"I could do that, but my shares would go to you kids, not him, with the stipulation that you keep them for at least a year, and they must be purchased at their representative value, based on the total value of the physical company at the time of sale."

"I'll keep that back as a bargaining chip, but I was thinking of your job as VP. He might not want you around the office, even if you keep the stock."

"Then he'll have to pay me alimony, since I wouldn't have a job. His choice." 

Mike nodded. "Okay, well I gotta run. Can't keep my new boss waiting."

Maggie smiled. "Tell her I'm looking forward to tonight, even with the rain."

Nodding, he replied, "I should be back around two. I have to stop and get some groceries."

"Okay. Since I'm supposed to become more socially active, I think I'll drop in at the Club and see who's there. Evelyn should be here about six-thirty?" Mike nodded. "Dinner at seven, seven-thirty?" He nodded again. "I should be home by five, then. I'll keep my eye open for suitable replacements," she finished, with a teasing smile.

"Love you, too, Meg," he answered. "Later," he said, waving, and was out the door.

Part XLIV 

Evie sat at her desk in the office at Waverly's, thinking about the man who was coming in later that morning. When she had told him she knew it would only be a fling, and that she wasn't upset by their breakup, she had lied to him. Mike was one of only three men she had ever slept with, and by far, the one with whom she had developed the strongest emotional attachment. 

When he and Ellie had come in that day, a month ago, she had been curious about why the young woman was so disturbed and had taken advantage of a feature the original owner had built into the dining room.

Like the Capitol Dome in Washington, the ceiling of the restaurant had some acoustical focal points. The bartender's station was one; the others were over certain booths, booths which had been reserved for select patrons–the Mayor, the local Godfather, and some couples who were shocked to learn their clandestine trysts weren't all that private, but had agreed to pay to keep them so.

Evie had discovered the acoustic anomalies when the interior was being redecorated and one of the workers had an accident. She had been stacking glasses behind the bar and heard the painter swear when he spilled some paint over the booth he was prepping. 

The booth she had directed the siblings to was known, appropriately, as the lovers booth. To say she had been shocked by what she heard is probably true; she was not, however, outraged or sickened by the revelation that Mike had been his sister's first lover, or that he was in the process of seducing his mother. She was shocked, yes, but also intrigued.

On the next occasion, she had placed them in the Mayor's booth. Their conversation hadn't been incriminating, but it was certainly suggestive. And then last night, and the invitation to dinner, nude. What was behind that? If Mike was sleeping with his mother, would he approach her? If he did, should she ask Maggie to join them? 

If he wasn't and approached her, what should she do, since Maggie would be right there in the house? Since she had kicked Marco out, there hadn't been anyone, partly because she was living with her mother and was inhibited by that. Was it different for guys?

She hoped so, and she hoped he did make a move on her. She knew she'd say yes, even if it meant that Maggie would be watching. Of the three men she had slept with, Mike had been the best, and she wanted him again. Enough to blackmail him, she asked herself. And knew, before she finished the thought, the answer was no, realizing that was a no-win situation. But persistently and continually? Yes, definitely yes.

Unconsciously, her hand drifted down to her crotch and began a light scratching, just hard enough to stimulate her clit. When she realized what she was doing, she sat up and placed her arms on her desk, scolding herself, then laughed. She made a decision and reached for the phone to see if she could get an appointment at her favorite spa that afternoon.

She was waiting behind the bar when Mike walked in shortly after eleven. After greeting him with an 'old friends' hug, she led him back to her office where she had the necessary forms waiting on her desk. While he filled out the application, she made copies of his drivers license and social security card. "Would you like to see the kitchen?" she asked when he handed her the completed application and payroll forms.

"Sure. Get some idea of what I'll be facing." She ushered him out of the office and led him to the kitchen. As they made their way there, he said, "Evie, about dinner tonight. If being nude is a problem..."

She looked back over her shoulder at him. "You getting bashful in your old age, Mike. Remember, I've already seen you naked, and I don't have anything to hide, either. You've already seen it all, up close and personal, as they say."

Mike laughed. "And, as I recall, it was damn pretty. I just thought you might be a little uneasy, given our history."

They were inside the empty kitchen. Evie turned to look at her new cook. "Uneasy, no, not really. A little anxious, anticipating tonight." She spun around, waving at the kitchen. "This is it. Any questions? About the kitchen, that is," she laughed. 

Mike walked around, lighting the grill and peering into drawers, pantries, and refrigerators. "Nice layout. Somebody knew what they were doing. Some of the kitchens we were taken to see had the store room door off in the corner, away from the prep area. This should be an easy kitchen to work in. So, Friday night? Or is there something else you need from me?"

"Uh, no...well, yes, sort of..." She took a deep breath. "After that weekend, when I came up to your school for the Fall Festival, how come you didn't call or write? I thought we'd had a great time and was looking forward to seeing you again, but..."

"I did," he interrupted, "but didn't get any answer. I wrote you two or three times, once here, and I called. Some guy who said he was your father answered and said he'd give you the message that I called. I thought you were angry or something...I remember you seemed a little, I don't know, off, or distant, when I saw you off on the train..." He moved around the table. 

"I wasn't angry or anything like that...I didn't want to go, and...I knew you couldn't, but I wanted you to ask me to stay. Silly, huh... Dad never told me you called, and he would have intercepted any letter you sent here. He opened all the mail. At the time, he had a burr up his butt about anybody I dated. I think he only tolerated Marco because he thought he could get by paying him less if he was sleeping with me. I'm sorry..."

"No need to be. It was a while ago. It looks like we both survived. Maybe we can give it another try." His comment brought an immediate smile to her face.

With a twinkle in her eye, Evie looked at him and asked, "Does that mean I should bring a change of clothes tonight?"

With an innocent expression, Mike shrugged.

Part XLV

Outside, it was drizzling, the soaking drizzle kind of rain which made the atmosphere feel damp, even inside air conditioning. Inside, Mike was at the bar putting the finishing touches on a Chianti and Mediterranean fruit sangria when the doorbell rang. 

Maggie called down and asked him to answer it. Wondering what she could be doing which took so long, given the nature of dress she had specified for the evening, he went to the door. Checking thru the sidelights to make sure of the identity of the caller, he opened the door, to greet Evie au naturel.

Evie grinned when she saw him. "Mmm. Looks like you've been working out since the last time I saw you dressed like that," she greeted him, in a bantering tone.

After a few seconds, he shook his head. "You're stunning," he managed to get out. The spa had done its job. They had cut her hair so it framed her face with just enough length to reach her shoulders in the back. Her makeup accented her blue eyes and full lips. 

She was wearing a powder blue halter dress which had a subtle yellow and green swirl print around the waistline. With a smile, she turned and lifted her hair. "If you would, kind sir," she asked.

Her back was bare from her neck to her waist. For no reason he could identify, Mike's hands were trembling slightly as he reached up to unbutton the strap holding the dress up. When the button popped, the dress dropped to the floor, puddling around her feet, revealing that Evie hadn't worn anything else but sandals. As that fact registered, he heard Evie greet his mother. 

He looked up and saw Maggie coming down the stairs, wearing lacy white boy shorts and white thigh high stockings, nothing else. She had also had her hair and makeup done. The hairdresser had been able to take her shoulder length hair and piled it up on her head, with some stray tendrils falling to frame her face, like the women pictured on ancient Greek urns.

She had also, it seemed, used some body makeup to darken her nipples and the edges of her labia, making them more visible through her trimmed thatch. It still covered the entire area, but had been shortened so that, even through the lace panties, it looked 'tamed'.

He wasn't aware that his staff had responded until he felt Evie's hand grab him. "Oh, oh," she said with a small laugh. "Looks like someone's in for a hard night, pun intended." She turned to face her host, maintaining her grip. "Was this for me or your mom, or both of us?" She rubbed the head of his erect cock against her pubes, so he could feel the thatch covering her there.

"Yes," was the best he could do. After coughing to clear his throat, he attempted to change the conversation by commenting on the tattoo he had seen on her shoulder, two roses with their stems intertwined to enclose them in a heart with the initial 'M'. "I, uh, like your tat. Was that for Marco?"

She shook her head. There was a small change in her expression, as the smile left her eyes. "I got it the week after I was up to see you at school."

"I'm sorry, Evie," he whispered and moved to put his arms around her, but she turned and led him into the living room, still holding his staff.

"So, chef Mike, since it's raining and you couldn't cook out, what have you prepared for us?" She turned to Maggie. "You have a lovely home, Mrs Nelson..."

"Under the circumstances, Evelyn, you can call me Maggie. I hope you brought a change of clothing. Just before I came down, I heard the weatherman say there are gale warnings all along the southern seaboard, and unnecessary travel should be avoided. Mike, you should go put her car in the garage."

"Okay. Keys, Evie?"

"In my purse; just a minute." She went back to the front door and grabbed the clutch she had carried in with her and gave him the keys. "My bag is in the rear seat. I was hoping..."

With a smile, Mike leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "So was I," he whispered. 

And, indeed, he was. After their trip, and the discussion on the couch last night, he had come to agree with his mother that he did need to find someone his own age with whom to develop a primary relationship. 

He had enjoyed his times with Evie, and she had been open to almost anything he had suggested, drawing the line only at bringing in another man, telling him that if he didn't respect her enough to keep her for himself, then he obviously didn't deserve her. 

As for bringing in another woman, her attitude was that men cheat; this way, she explained, she would know with whom, and when.

He grabbed her car keys and ran out through the garage into the rain without putting on any clothing except a pair of boat shoes. Evie went back into the living room where Maggie was at the bar, pouring them all a glass of the sangria. 

Evie sat down on the couch, and settled back into it as Maggie joined her there. Before either of them could say anything, they heard the sound of the garage door closing. "I left towels on the kitchen table if you want to help him get dry," Maggie said with a smile.

"You don't mind? And tonight, if I sleep with him..." Evie said, unsure.

"If? I rather thought that was a foregone conclusion," Maggie said with a smile. "Was I presumptuous? I had the impression from both you and Mike that you two were lovers once. I seem to recall he seemed quite... hurt that he didn't get any responses to his letters." They heard the door from the kitchen to the garage open.

"Excuse me," Evie said, jumping up and hurrying to the kitchen. Maggie heard her laugh and say, "Hey there, muskrat, watch where you leave that puddle; that is all rainwater, I hope. Hold still while I dry you off... hey, you're cold...Mike, be goo...mmmph ... Mmm ...now see what you've done. In this air conditioning, they won't go down for shit and your mom mmph...ohmigod your hands are like ice; stop that... Miiiiii...ke oooooohhh you stinker. Look at me; you've got me all wet."

"Hey, you guys," Maggie called, laughing. "Behave yourselves, now! Save those monkeyshines for later. How's dinner doing, Michael?"

"The birds have been ready. Just need to cook the pasta. Water's boiling, 'n' it's fresh pasta, so it's just a few minutes. Evie, can I get you to slice some bread?"

"Uhh," she hesitated, "I know I trained to run a kitchen and all, but... the instructor said I was dangerous with a knife in my hand. Just tell me how much and I'll take care of the pasta while you slice the bread. Just be careful what you're slicing, okay," she laughed.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered, gave her a kiss and smacked her on the butt. "Go put the wine on the table and help Mom with the salad while I finish up out here."

She smiled and shimmied her way out of the kitchen, and ran into Maggie on her way in. Evie blushed and started to speak but Maggie just smiled and placed her fingers over the younger woman's mouth and shook her head, telling her no explanation was needed, eliciting a smile in return from her guest.

Part XLVI

Dinner was over and the trio was sitting in the living room over coffee. "Mike," Evie was saying, "that was absolutely the best cacciatore I've ever had. Could you do it for the restaurant? We could make it a featured dinner..."

"I was hoping you'd like enough to include..." he started

"Not just include, feature! Game hen Cacciatore Chef Michael. Would that be okay? JayChristopher, man, if this were the 1800's I'd be offering you my body in marriage and a partnership to get exclusive rights to that recipe. Ask me in the morning and I might anyway..."

She was interrupted by a bright flash of light immediately followed by a deafening clap of thunder as the lights went out. There were two extremely loud screams following the thunder, followed by sobs and calls for Mike to hold them. 

"It's okay," he reassured them, reaching out to find their hands searching for him. "Here," he said, bringing their hands together to hold each other, "hang on to one another while I find the candles. The lightening must have hit the substation. We'll probably be without power for an hour or so.

"Mom, where do you keep the candles hidden?"

"In the hall closet, second shelf from the top, on the right hand side. There's a box of Shabbat candles. Matches are in there, too."

"Good. I'll be right back." He was gone, and the two women moved together, to huddle in the pitch darkness, their arms around each other's shoulders. Although neither had been with another woman, except for Maggie's two brief interludes with Ellie, they were both aware of the weight of each other's breasts on their respective arms and against their chests.

Maggie leaned forward, searching for Evie. Finding her head, she moved around and found her ear; from there she slid her mouth down along the cords in the young woman's neck, seeking the pulse point. When she found it, she began a pattern of light kisses and licks interspersed with some gentle nibbles. "M...Ma... Maggie? Wh... wha...what are you... ooh," Evie cooed as Maggie's hand slid over her breast. 




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 04



"Shhh. Do you want me to stop? It'll take Mike a few minutes to get the candles ready and lit. I'll stop if you want."

"Were you planning to do this? I don't care...mmmm...yesss...suck on my nipple, like that... are you getting me ready for Mike or for unghhhh yesss in... in... in me yessss ... let me touch you kiss you...oh mi gaaaawd Maggie faster yesssss ahhhhh." Maggie felt the young woman stiffen in her arms as she stuck her fingers into her sloppy quim and then collapse, gasping for breath. When she had recovered enough to move, Maggie turned her around and drew her to her breast where Evie latched on to a nipple just as Mike came into the room with a single lighted candle. 

Part XLVII

"I only found one..." he said, stopped by the erotic sight before him.

Shocked and embarrassed to be caught in that position, the young blonde tried to sit up but was held in place by Maggie. Her face was pulled to the breast next to it, and coaxed to allow the nipple into her mouth. "That's right, child. Don't worry; you'll have all of Mike you want tonight, but first ... return the favor. Not doing so would be unappreciative, wouldn't it?" Evie nodded, eliciting a small moan from the older blonde.

Without removing her mouth from the breast she was latched to, Evie moved around and pulled the older woman on to the couch so she was lying under her guest. Evie, kneeling between Maggie's knees, moved to the breast on the inside of the couch and waved to Mike, encouraging him to suckle the other one. He looked at Maggie, who nodded, and joined the two women.

With Mike happily at play on his mother's breast, Evie slipped her fingers inside the leg of the boy shorts. Searching the area, she encountered what she recognized as a string and understood Maggie's situation. 

With some resolve and a promise to herself to stop if she tasted anything, she removed the boy shorts over the objection of the wearer. Pushing Maggie's legs apart, she lowered her head and began to gently lap at the area just outside her hostess's labia majora, causing Maggie to catch her breath and tense her muscles.

When Evie stuck her tongue in Maggie's crease and searched out her clit, the mother of two let out her breath and relaxed. Evie glanced up and saw Mike had expanded his operation so he was fondling one of his mother's breasts while he kissed and sucked on the other one. She found Maggie's clit and began to flick it with her tongue, alternating that with sucking it into her mouth and rapidly releasing it, treating it like a mini cock receiving fellatio. 

Maggie tapped Mike on the shoulder and pushed him towards Evie. When he was in position behind her, The older woman pulled her young lover up and over her. When she was in position, Maggie instructed Evie to move her left leg so it was outside Maggie's right one, then told Mike to proceed. He slowly slid his cock into Evie, pushing her hips into Maggie's, with the result that each woman's clit was pressed against the other's thigh.

He began to forcefully pump into the young blonde, simultaneously stimulating both clits. As he continued his vigorous assault on Evie's quim, both women began to urge him on, "Oh, yessss, fuck me, Mike; faster, Michael, harder, yesss; that's it, Mike, deeper, harder; go, Mike, more; yes, baby, right there, harder, now; yeess, Mike, like that, faster; uh... uh... ahhh... ungh; ye...ye...ye... uh... uh uh uh uhhh; oh...oh... ooohhh myy gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhd aaaarrrghh!" finally screamed Evie, just before she collapsed. 

As soon as Maggie felt the younger woman relax, she ordered Mike, "Hurry, go to the kitchen and get one of the towels you used earlier, and bring back some kleenex."

Quickly pulling out of the unconscious woman, he hurried to the kitchen. Thanking God for his mother's organization, he was able to find the requested items without any delay. When he got back to he couch, Maggie raised her butt to allow him to slide a towel under her. "Don't look," she directed as she pulled a bloody tampon from her vagina and wrapped it in the tissue. "Now, fuck me, and hurry, before she wakes up."

This mating of a son and his mother was not a thing of great, or indeed, of any, beauty. It was more correctly described as pure and simple rutting. Mike was between her thighs and banging on her cervix in a matter of a few seconds, pumping into her as if the world's very existence depended on the two of them climaxing as soon as possible.

It was rapid, and relieved the immediate need for release, even if it was not satisfying. Maggie's climax set off Mike's and she was pushing him off, and out, of her almost as soon as his balls ceased their cannonade of sperm.

The young man sat back on the couch and grabbed some tissues to clean himself of the blood and seminal fluid which coated his member, while his mother grabbed the towel to stem the flow of fluids from her chocha and ran to the powder room between her office and the kitchen.

Evie was just waking up when she got back to the living room. Maggie looked at her son, asking, "Only one candle, Mike?"

"That's all that was in the box and I didn't see anymore in the closet. I thought maybe we could use some tapers ..."

Maggie shook her head, looking at the young couple before her in the dim candle light. "No, it sounds like the wind is picking up. The guest room in the basement has a queen sized bed; it might be a little crowded, but I think we should all go down there and sleep. With us two women afraid of thunder, I think we'd both sleep better with you next to us."

Evie looked at Mike, to discover he was looking at her. She nodded, and the three of them made their way to the basement. By majority vote, along sex lines, Mike was placed in the middle. He began the night, at Evie's insistence, spooning his mother, who brought his hand to her breast and fell asleep. 

Part XLVIII

When he woke in the morning, he was spooning Evie, holding her breast in one hand, her cunny in the other with his morning wood firmly held between her thighs. The basement lights were on, he noticed, thanking the responsible work crews for their diligence. 

When he attempted to move away from his remaining bed mate, she tightened all her grips. "Not unless you promise to come right back," she told him.

"You can hang on if you want to, but I'm about twenty seconds from delivering a golden shower. It's up to you."

"Spoil sport! But hurry right back; I want to see if you can make me come again as hard as you did last night."

He bent down an kissed her behind the ear. "We might have to call Mom back to bed for help to do that," he whispered to her.

She turned over to face him, to ask if that was a bad thing, but he was already out the door. When he returned, she was lying on top of the covers, her legs akimbo.

"C'mon, Mikey, I've been waiting for this for a month. Last night was fine, but your mother said I could have as much of you as I wanted, and I want all of you, all to myself for the next however long it takes you to come in me at the same time I do. Did that make sense?" she laughed. "Come remind me why I made the trip to your school, and we never left my motel room."

Mike knee walked up onto the bed and to between her legs. He bent down and placed a kiss on her right knee and let his lips and tongue leave a trail of moisture to her quim. She apparently had been up sometime since the power came back on since she obviously had cleaned herself up a bit. There was no trace or odor from their sex last night.

His tongue began a journey around her labia, characterized by feather light touches grazing the surface with just enough pressure to be felt. Meanwhile, his hands had snaked under her legs and made their way to her nipples, to lightly stroke and caress them, occasionally pinching or pulling at them.

Evie's dark blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow under her head. As she became aroused, and started to toss her head from side to side, her hair to whipped around in counterpoint with her face. Soon her hips seemed to add another contrapuntal element as they attempted to chase and pursue his tongue, culminating in a long silent wail as her first orgasm peaked and ebbed. 

Mike moved up to lie beside her, wrapping her in his arms, as she recovered and caught her breath. "Goddam you, Dad, for interfering. All the fucking time we've wasted, no pun intended," she giggled, "but damn him."

"Shhh; I'm sure he had his reasons, whatever they were; to him, they were important. All that's important right now is that we're here together. Yesterday, at the restaurant, you said you thought we had something good started when you came up to see me. I think, and thought then, you were right. I'd like to see if we can find that again.

"I have always enjoyed being with you, and around you. And the sex has always been super good." He paused, debating with himself whether or not to say what was in his mind, and decided, even though it might hurt, truth was usually the best approach. "I'd rank our sex right at the top of my experiences. I've been with a couple of women where it was more... intense, but those were relationships which wouldn't have worked out in the long run..."

Evie nodded and tilted her head to look at him. "Ellie and your mom?"

Too stunned to deny it, he blurted out, "Wha... how did..."

"That day you came in with Ellie...there's something about how the ceiling was made at the restaurant; from the tap station at the bar, you can hear conversations at some of the booths. I heard Ellie say you were her first, and you tell her you planned on seducing your mother, then the next time you came in with your mom, it sounded like you had succeeded."

"And it didn't shock you, or make you cringe and want to run away?"

She pulled back so she could look him in the face. "I'm hardly in a position to judge, Mike. Two months before I turned sixteen, my father took me to Planned Parenthood to get a prescription for the Pill. A week after my birthday, he came into my bedroom and took my cherry, and once or twice a week for the next year, he came in to 'teach' me about how to please a man, right up until my seventeenth birthday. Now, are you going to cringe or run away?" 

She nestled her head against his chest again. "And, besides, I watched you with Maggie last night. I didn't totally pass out when I came, and when I heard her tell you to get a towel and some tissues..." She looked up at him again. "You mad?"

He shook his head. "You still involved with your dad?"

"No; after the last time, he told me he was sorry and said he wouldn't bother me any more. He and Mom continued to share a bedroom, but, at least around me, they rarely spoke to each other unless it was about the restaurant. 

"A month or so after the Marco incident, he just walked out of our lives. We got some letters from him the first year he was gone, and we got a statement last year from Social Security showing someone's using his number, but they won't tell us who or where." 

From upstairs they heard the sound of the doorbell and Maggie going to answer it. Evie looked around, a hint of panic in her eyes. "All my clothes are up in the living room. Do you have anything down here I can put on?" Mike did a quick survey of the room, looking in the closet and dresser.

He shook his head no. "C'mon. Maybe we can get up the backstairs to my room." He led her up the stairway, into the back hall. Passing the kitchen doorway, Evie heard a familiar booming voice, "Evelyn Louise Masters!"

Part XLIX

Michael and Evie, at Anna Masters' summons, turned and entered the kitchen, and stopped. There, seated at the kitchen table, in all her nude glory, sat Evie's 55 year-old mother, looking as comfortable as if she owned the room and was holding court. Maggie sat across from her, smiling at the young couple, amused at their shock and discomfiture.

"There she is! My wayward daughter! Come here and say hello to your worried mother. When you didn't come home or call, I was worried sick...oh my! Is this Michael? My, my, how you've grown! Mmm, sweetie, don't you dare leave me alone with him for more than a minute. I have to say, Maggie, if I were in your shoes... well, I'm glad I'm not."

Anna was a large lady. Like Maggie, she was only an inch or so short of six feet tall. Unlike Maggie, who was sylph like, Anna was built more like an Amazon, but with both breasts, which were healthy C-cups, like her daughter. There was a sense of physical power about Anna Masters. There weren't many who argued with her, frightened by either her size and build, or her voice.

"Anna," Maggie broke in, "you were telling me about our family connection."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, the sight of that handsome son of yours, naked, has me all flustered. Your sister, Sally Whitney, is my second cousin, through our great grandmother, Victoria. 

"It was her father who began the practice of deflowering his daughters; blamed it on the wars and lack of suitable men. They say he wasn't too happy when his wife extended the practice to include her sons, but he couldn't do or say much, except to include all the girls in each of their sister's coming out party, so to speak."

"Did he have a large family?" asked Mike.

"By today's standards, not then. There were eight; five girls, and three boys; two sets of twins, one mixed, and the two younger boys. 

"You know about the deflowering ceremony the family has?"

Maggie answered. "On our trip back from our annual trip to our cabin we stopped to see my mother in Cranston. Mike wanted some advice from his uncle Jim about relationships. Sally came along and talked about it in our discussion that night. Jim had told me about it earlier, when their daughter Debbie turned sixteen."

"And Evie just told me about her experience with her father. It seems he..."

"Uh, Mike...Mom doesn't know all of what I told you. I guess I should tell her." She took a deep breath and let it out. Looking at her mother, she began, "You know Daddy didn't come to me for several days after my birthday. 

"You had explained the tradition, and I was looking forward to him taking my...virginity. I was starting to think he had changed his mind and was going to send me to Granddad. Then one night, after supper, he told me he'd be in to see me, and it happened. And it happened again, once or twice a week until my seventeenth birthday."

Anna's face paled as she listened to her daughter. "Ahmm. Once a week, you say," she croaked out. "Was it always the same night, or did it vary?" she asked, puzzling her listeners.

"Usually Wednesday, but a few times on Tuesday or Thursday, plus a few Saturday afternoons."

"Oh, dear god, he knew. He knew and never said a word." She looked at her daughter. "W...what was he like...I mean, was he angry or abusive; did he seem upset about anything?"

"No. When he left, he came to me and apologized for abusing me, but I told him he hadn't; that I had enjoyed all of our times together. I heard some girls at school talking about their sexual experiences, and they sounded awful. I never felt anything like they described. He always made me feel loved, and special."

With tears running down her face, Anna nodded. "That was Joey. The fucker couldn't hold a job outside the service and couldn't stand it when he was in the Army, but when he was between my legs I felt like the luckiest woman in the world." She paused to blow her nose and dry her tears. 

"I really screwed up that year. I forget, now, why I was so freakin' mad at him, but one night I went out with some girlfriends and wound up at a motel with some young kid, about twenty-one or two. At the time, I thought he made me feel pretty good, and set up a date for the next week. Several times.

"After two or three months, he brought along a friend and his date. We had a wild night, swapping partners, and taking both the guys at once. It became a regular part of our sex, not constant, but every couple of months. It went on for nearly a year."

She shook her head. "And Joey was home fucking our daughter." She looked at Evie. "Did he say anything to you about why he was leaving?"

She shook her head. "Say, no; but the day he left, before I realized he was gone for good, I went into the bathroom. You had left an EPT wrapper in the wastebasket."

"Oh my God; and he thought..."

"So did I, Mom. I was angry with you for almost a year after he left, until I got a letter from him telling me he had forgiven you, and if I was angry, I should, too; that I needed to focus all my energy on my career. He explained the significance of the wrapper, that he'd had a vasectomy before he came to me to be sure I didn't get pregnant, and that you and he hadn't, uh, in over a year."

"It wasn't for me. It was for another woman, a friend; she was married and having an affair, and said if her husband even suspected she was involved with someone else, he'd kill her. I bought the kit for her, and let her use the bathroom. She was so happy it was negative, I guess she forgot to clear everything away. I'm so sorry for the..."

"That's okay, Mom; like I said, I forgave you. Dad never said anything, but I guessed what was going on. You two never spoke, never...I was pissed that he ran away, and blamed you, right or wrong. I owe you an apology, and if he were around, we both owe Dad one." 

She walked to her mother and, bending down slightly, wrapped her arms around Anna's shoulders. "I'm sorry for blaming you, Mom, and not trying to talk to you about it."

"I'm sorry, too, sweetheart. In a way, I did screw up our family, but so did Joey. I'm glad you had a good experience with him, and didn't get hurt." Anna looked up at Mike and Maggie, standing together, arms around each other's waist. She tried, not too successfully, to smile.

"Wow. I'm sorry, Maggie, to bring out our ugly past in front of you, but as you might guess, it was all something that should have been aired a while ago. I guess stripping away clothes helps strip away inhibitions, too." This time she did manage a smile.

"Don't worry about it, Anna. Every family has something like it lurking in their closet. If it isn't incest, it's something else—drugs, dirty money, spouse abuse, the list goes on."

"Thank you, Maggie. Mike," she said, forcing a brighter smile, "Evie tells me you're going to fill in as cook for us until we can find someone to replace Bert. Thank you." She sat up and looked at her watch. 

"Well, this has been an interesting morning, but I have to get to the restaurant. I'll see you there, sweetheart. Around noon?" 

Evie nodded. "Yeah, I'll try to be early, to help set up for the noon crowd. Drive careful, Momma. Don't let thoughts of Mike distract you," she said, grinning.

"Mike," Maggie said, "why don't you see Anna out, while Evelyn and I get breakfast started?" 

"Oh, Mike," Evie asked, "where'd you put my bag last night?"

He stopped on his way through the doorway and squeezed his eyes shut, thinking. He slapped his forehead. "Sh...Crap, I left it in your car. I'll grab it for you on my way back."

He caught up with Anna at the front door, just stepping into her panty girdle, covering her coal black, untrimmed, untamed thatch. He watched as she slipped on her bra and adjusted her breasts in the cups. When she turned her back to him, he reached up to connect the triple hook and eye closure. "Would it be out of line, impolite of me to say you have a lovely body?" he asked, softly.

Anna looked over her shoulder as she took her dress from the hall tree. "Probably, but you won't hear me complain. I could make the same observation about you. You've filled out some since the last time I saw you in a swim suit."

She slipped the dress over her head and adjusted it on her hips, and turned her back to him so he could zip up the back. "How long has your family practiced nudity at home? I don't remember..."




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"Just the past few weeks. Mom and I were alone at our cabin up at Whitehall. I started swimming nude and persuaded her to try it, and once you've seen someone nude..."

"...there's no need to cover up," she finished. "Next time you go up, I'd like to go along." She turned and reached up to give him a kiss, and pushed her hips into his. "I was serious when I told Evie not to leave me alone with you longer than a minute. I was a cougar before that term was applied to women like me. I'm ten years older than my daughter's father, and eat little boys like you for breakfast," she growled.

Mike grinned in response. "Evie and I are trying to decide where our relationship is going. With her permission, I'd be glad to return the favor," he said, as his hands came up and cupped her breasts. "I have to go back to the cabin the weekend after Labor Day to clean it up and close it up for the winter."

Anna reached down and stroked his flaccid tool, stirring a response. "I'll put it on my calendar. Don't invite anyone else."

"With Evie's permission," he said, gently squeezing her generously sized jugs. She growled and turned to open the door. He got to it first. "See you Friday, Anna. Have a good week." She glowered at him, and then, shaking her head, smiled. 

"You, too, tease."

Breakfast was done. Maggie had gone back to her office to check up on her e-mail in-box, neglected for the past three and a half weeks. Mike was cleaning up the kitchen while Evie went to shower and dress. He heard the shower shut off and quickly finished up in the kitchen. He met her at the bottom of the stairs, holding the sun dress she had worn to the house, which she stuffed into the beach bag she carried.

"Thanks for coming," he said with a smile.

"Thanks for making me," she answered with a grin. "I'm sorry; couldn't resist that. Seriously, thank you and Maggie for a good time. Dinner was delicious. I'm serious about putting it on the menu, Mike. E-mail me a list of the ingredients later today, and we'll introduce it Saturday. Then we can celebrate with you spending the night with me at my apartment."

"There's an invitation hard to refuse. What about your mom? She threatened to eat me for breakfast," he said, grinning.

"You worried? What'd you say?" she laughed.

"With your permission, I'd return the favor."

"You don't need my permission, Mike; at least, not yet," she replied, wrinkling her brow, her face sober.

"Maybe not, but she does; especially if we're going to seriously try to find our way back to what we had started."

Evie looked up at his face, studying him. "There's a whole bunch of questions we have to answer about that. You and Maggie come to the restaurant for dinner tomorrow. Our discussion, I'm sure, will involve her." 

Part L 

Harry Nelson, wearing a pair of cargo shorts more suitable to a much younger man, and nothing else, lay on the recliner on his balcony, gazing out over the Sound, a tall, strong highball in his hand. The storm had passed, leaving a clear blue sky, and some two to three foot breakers crashing on the beach. Even with his eyes open, he noted none of it.

Marty came out on to the balcony, displaying all of her beauty. She sat on the other recliner, causing it to scrape gently on the floor, the sound, loud enough to break into Harry's reverie. "Damn it, Marty! Go put something on before the whole world sees you."

There was zero chance of that happening, or of anyone seeing her, given the way the building was designed. The balconies were as private as it they were surrounded by a ten foot fence. The redhead looked at her boss and lover. "Something wrong, baby?" she asked. "Do you need some attention?" She got up and moved to him, dropping to her knees and reaching for the waist band of his shorts.

He pushed her away. "Not now. Christ! Is that all you think about?"

"Sorry, Harry, it's what usually..." She stopped and moved back to her lounge. "Want to tell me what's bugging your ass? You've been in a funk since you got back from the store yesterday. Did they cancel your AmEx card or something?"

Harry laughed. "I'm sorry. I guess I have been pretty pissy. Nah, the card's okay. It's...I saw my wife yesterday; that's all."

Harry had stopped at the Dram o' Rum Shoppe on a run to replenish his bar. After returning from their trip to Vegas last week, he and Marty had hardly left the apartment except a couple of times to go out for dinner. She could, he had learned, match him drink for drink, and then some.

On his way from the car to the store, he had seen Maggie coming out of some sort of beauty shop across the street. He stopped as if he had been poleaxed. To say she looked beautiful was like saying a hurricane was a wind storm, true, but so inadequate it was ridiculous. 

He watched as she stopped to help some tourists on the street. Her smile and grace as she directed them was...indescribable. The confidence she exhibited as she had walked away...she looked like one of the great cats on the prowl. 

She had crossed the street in the middle of the block, stopping traffic as the drivers waited for her to cross. After she was across, it took so long for traffic to resume the drivers must have been mesmerized. Getting into her Volvo, she had seen him and waved, smiling at him; reminding him; torturing him, consciously or not, he finally realized.

Recalling the lithe way she moved, the confidence she exuded, the satisfaction and contentment her face expressed, he knew; he was certain, she was spreading her legs for someone, "some lucky son of a bitch which should be me," he had thought.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Is this the first time since you moved out?" Marty asked. "For some reason, it's always a shock. It doesn't matter whether you're the one who leaves, or the one who was left. It's almost like you're surprised they're still living, surviving without you; as if they didn't have the right to do that, right?"

Harry chuckled and grunted. "Exactly, and especially to look that fucking good." He glanced at Marty. "Sorry, babe. You're pretty enough to turn the head on a stone statue, but my wife was, is, fuckin' beautiful. She coulda been a cover girl for any fashion mag you wanna name."

"So why'd you leave her, Harry?" Marty asked, using the clinical skills she had learned getting her Master of Science in Counseling.

"Because after the kids were born, she stopped fucking. Not even a blowjob."

"And so, twenty years later, you left." Sarcasm is seldom a good clinical tool, but in this case...

Harry laughed. "Yeah. I dunno; I just got tired of putting up with her looks and being ignored all the time. It was like living in a fucking boarding house, filled with transients. When Mike said he'd help talk her into a reasonable property settlement, it seemed like it was time."

"Have you heard from him?"

"Not yet. They'd just be getting back from the cabin. I imagine she was at the spa getting all oiled up after being exposed to all that sun and wind. I'll call him next week if I don't hear."

"Good. Now, about that attention you turned down..."

"Come and get it, slut."

Part LI

Wednesday afternoon, Maggie decided she needed to go into the office to take care of some issues which required her attention. Mike went along to keep her company. It was his first visit to the family business since he had started college. Walking into his mother's office suite, he was surprised to see a familiar face, which broke into an embarrassed smile when she saw him. While Maggie went into her office to check her e-mail, he stopped to chat.

"Mrs. Olivera! It's great to see you here. Mom said you left to have a baby."

"Yes," she said softly, turning a photograph to show him, "my little girl, Miguela, after her father."

"Your husband..."

"Era un cerdo engao!"[was a cheating pig] she finished, with a smile,"and has no idea. It's good to see you again. Are you going to be in town long?" 

He nodded, saying, "Yeah. I have a job starting the first of October at Someplace Else, the restaurant out on West Coast Road."

"Great. Maybe we'll be seeing more of you around here, then." She leaned forward, resting her breasts on her crossed arms, leaning on the desk, her scoop necked bodice exposing a lovely decolletage, as they tried vainly to escape the confines of her otherwise prim dress.

At that moment Maggie came out of her office. "Rita, are you trying to corrupt my son again?" she teased. "After being confined with him for three weeks, I can assure you, he hasn't recovered from his last encounter with you. From the reports I've heard, the women in town have a lot to thank you for." 

As the fifty-ish latina looked at her boss with her mouth agape, shocked that Maggie was aware that she had had sex with Mike. Maggie laughed. "Don't worry, Rita, I had to force it out of him. From all that he said, I should thank you for making his transformation to manhood so...enjoyable."

Rita glanced around the office to see if anyone could have overheard them. Seeing no one within hearing distance, she answered, "In all honesty, Maggie, the pleasure wasn't all his. I can't remember how many times I climaxed that afternoon; it was more like one long one. 

"His...enthusiasm reminded me of what was missing from my marriage, what my Rinaldo was going out to find. I've tried to put it back into our...times, and, although he still looks and flirts, I'm his only..." She glanced at Mike. "But if Miguel were to ask, I'm not sure Rinaldo would be able to say the same thing."

With a sly smile, looking at Mike, in a voice which could be heard across the bull pen, Maggie said, "I should be finished with these files Monday, Rita. Do you think you could stop by that afternoon and pick them up. Better, come for lunch. Mike will come up with something delicious to eat, I'm sure."

Rita looked at Mike, her eyes locked on his, open wide with desire. He smiled and nodded. "Cer...certainly, Maggie; I...I can... do that," she stammered, feeling herself open and dampen.

With a wide grin, his mother looked at Mike. "Okay, Michael, time to go shopping, since you insist on going everywhere with me."

Mike closed the car door as Maggie fastened her seat belt. Sliding into the driver's seat, he looked at her. "Are you going to explain?" he asked.

"Before we left, Rita was looking depressed, and I saw her looking at the picture of her little girl a lot of the time. The girl is healthy and smart, so there's no problem there. When I saw her all but flash her boobs at you this afternoon, I figured she was recalling the afternoon you told me about. You claim to have an attraction to older women, and, at the moment, you're fairly unattached..."

"But she's not!"

"You don't have to ask, and she doesn't have to say yes if you do. And vice versa. Much as I love making love with you, my dearest son, I still can't help feeling that it's wrong. That doesn't mean I want to stop, but I think I have to help you find some other outlet for your drive. And since you seem to be fixated on older women...and you and Rita already have a history..."

"I got it." He shook his head and bit his lip, keeping his frustration to himself. "What time is it? We should be at the restaurant, Evie said, between seven and seven-thirty. By then most of the supper crowd will be cleared out and we can pretty much talk without being disturbed."

"Talk about what? I'd have thought you got everything straightened out when you saw her the other morning. Or didn't you talk?" she asked with a grin.

"Mostly we talked about why we broke up. She was waiting for me to write, and my letters apparently were intercepted by her dad. Beyond that, we decided to see how things worked out. When she left yesterday, we decided we needed to talk, and she suggested we include you. She saw us making love."

"Oh, Christ! I'm sorry, Mike..."

"Nothing to be sorry about. Remember, her family practices incest, too; not like ours, but they don't have room to point any fingers. In their system, what we're doing is just a little later than usual."

"If you say so. It's three-thirty. Lets go to Barnes at the Mall. I need to get something to read if you're going to be screwing Rita Monday afternoon."

Part LII

Evie led them back to the booth by the deserted bandstand. Maggie slid in with her back to the kitchen, Mike right behind her, with Evie across from them. Mike reached across the table and took one of her hands in his. Evie gave him a quick smile and squeezed his hand.

Looking at the woman across from her, Evie asked, "Did Mike tell you what this is about?"

"When I asked, he said you had talked about your break up and the misunderstanding, but didn't mention anything else."

With an exasperated sigh, Evie looked at Mike and asked, "Do you know why we're here?"

Mike cocked his head to the side and reflected on the conversation at the door, and what had happened the other night. "If we decide to get back together, who has access to my, uh..."

"You can say cock, Mike. We're all adults here," chided Evie.

"Do you really want me here for this, Evelyn?" Maggie asked.

"I think you need to be, Maggie, not only for you, but also for Ellie." Looking at the young man she intended to make her lover, she asked, "Besides my mother, is there anyone else who could reasonably expect to have free access to you?" 

He looked at his mother. "Free? You mean..."

"Is there anyone who might think they had the right to give you a booty call and have you respond?" He shook his head. "Is there anyone who, if they showed up at your door, might expect to share your bed, if only for a night?" He thought a minute and nodded. "How many?"

"Two, maybe three." Maggie poked him, a question in her eyes. "Carol, Sally, and maybe Rita."

"If they knew you were attached, would that expectation change?"

Mike nodded, "Yeah, probably."

"Would yours?" Evie asked, her voice flat, but her brow furrowed. 

Mike immediately understood the importance of his answer, the understanding driven home when he felt Maggie's nails bite into his leg where she gripped it. 

"Before you answer that," Evie went on, "I have to tell you that my mother has already told me she intends to accompany you and seduce you when you go up to close up your cabin. 

"I also accept your relationship with your mother and sister. In fact," she said with a smile, looking at Maggie, "I'm looking forward to occasional threesomes with both of you."

Mike squeezed her hand. "And you, Evie, is there anyone else..."

"Mike, as I told you, my dad took my cherry nine years ago. Besides him, I've slept with two men, one a bi-sexual who didn't have the brains or strength of character to resist the flirting behavior of a seventeen year old male prostitute. Since Marco left, the only things that have been in my quim are a speculum, a tampon and my fingers. That's the sum total of your competition, Mike. Oh, and one mature woman, but you knew about her."

"Not that she was your first. 

"Would the expectations of my three 'maybes' change if they knew I was attached, and would mine?" he repeated, looking at her. "Definitely. They'd all immediately drop to zero."

He cocked his head to the side. "You're allowing me to continue with the women in my immediate family, and adding your mother. What do you want out of our relationship, Evie? Obviously not total commitment."

"But I do, in a way. It's like I told you when we were dating before. I won't let myself be shared, but I'm willing to share you. In most cases, it's a given that sooner or later a man is going to stray. 

"As long as I know who with, and when, I can live with that fact. By letting you continue your physical relationship with your mother and sister, and giving my mother access to you, it should reduce your need to go outside of our family for any kind of sex. 

"If you ever did feel the need to stray, I would hope you'd be man enough to let me know first."

"Okay, so a crazy kind of commitment to our 'family'. What else?"

"Just what other women want–the sense of being important to someone, to be cared for, and about, a family, children, to be needed, wanted..."

"Everything, and nothing," Mike said with a chuckle. "Marriage?" he asked.

He felt Maggie's grip get tighter, and heard Evie catch her breath. "Is that what you want, Michael?" the young woman replied. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, she said, "Don't answer that, yet. We have a date after work Saturday. Think about what you were about to say, and ask me again Sunday. I'll answer you then."

Part LIII

When they got home, Maggie gave him a tender kiss goodnight. "You have some hard thinking to do, I would guess, and it would be better done alone. You can probably guess what I would advise you to do, but you have to make this decision alone, even though it involves at least four other people, and maybe as many as seven. Not to mention the Riordens and your job with them."

"Mom, can I sleep in your bed, with you tonight? No sex, but I'd like to hold you while I mull this over. I'm pretty sure of my decision; I just have to think over the ramifications in light of what Evie said tonight.

"I suspected what she wanted to talk about, but I think me raising the question of marriage surprised both of us. And I might have questions..."

"I hardly think I'm the one to ask about that..."

"I can't ask Dad; who else is there?"

"Okay, Sweetie. I have some reading to do, then I'll head to bed after the news. Before you begin your meditation," she asked with a smile, "would you get me a sherry?"

"Sure, Mom, and thank you." A few minutes later, he dropped off a glass of cream sherry to Maggie, in her office, and made his way downstairs to the guest room, hoping the memories of Evie there yesterday would help him.

He sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. Why had be brought up marriage? He'd asked her what she wanted out of their relationship, and she'd answered, "Just what other women want–the sense of being important to someone, to be cared for and about, a family, children, to be needed, wanted..."

And he had answered, "Everything, and nothing;" Nothing money could buy, nothing substantive, nothing he could wrap up in a pretty package, just everything important to being happy and content in a relationship.

"Strange," he thought, "she hadn't mentioned love." He mused on that awhile, then realized if there wasn't love in a relationship, it would be impossible to provide what Evie wanted. Could he love her? Did he? How would he know if he did? If they got married, was love necessary right away or could it grow, especially with the weird kind of commitment she was asking for?

Christ! What a mare's nest he had created! Why the fuck had he brought it up? Was marriage what he wanted, not necessarily with Evie, but at all? Yes, he immediately realized. If Ellie or Maggie were available, he knew, he's marry either or both of them...whoa–what was that? Both of them?

Wasn't that what Evie was proposing? How was what she described different from marriage? She hadn't said anything about making it legal or sanctioned by a church. He had raised the issue of marriage. 

Let's assume he and she did tie the knot. What would that mean? Somewhere to live–that was easy; this space was set up as an apartment when they bought the house, originally intended for Harry's mother, but she had died before she could move in. 

What else? Work–Someplace Else would be out; he couldn't very well go to work for his family's competitor. Maybe there was some way...think about that later. 

What else? Meg and Anna; how to handle that thorny issue? Meg, he knew, would accept whatever arrangement he and Evie devised. He had no idea about Anna or her appetites, except her remark she was a cougar and ate little boys like him for breakfast. And what about Ellie? Rita? Gramma? Aunt Sally? 




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"Mike?" Maggie's voice interrupted his reverie. "I'm going to bed now. Are you coming soon?"

Surprised, he glanced at his watch. Quarter to midnight! He'd been down here for nearly three hours, with more questions than answers, but, at least, he felt he now knew what the questions were.

"Yeah, Mom. I'll be right up, after I check the doors and turn out the lights."

Part LIV

Mike felt Maggie get up and heard her footsteps as she headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned and got back into bed, and cuddled up to him, pressing her breasts against his back. "Morning," he yawned.

"Morning, sweetie. Did you get any sleep? You were awfully restless last night."

"Some; enough. I don't have any plans for today. You?"

Maggie reached around and found Mike's semi. "Depends on you. My kitty has stopped it's messiness, so if you need or want..."

Mike turned to face at his mother and took her in his arms."I think I'll always want you. That's a big part of my dilemma. I could marry Evie and be happy with her, without the freedom she is offering, and even happier with it..."

"But..."

"Is it fair to her? Whether or not you and I ever make love again, she would, in a sense, always be number two, and she'd know I chose her because number one wasn't available."

"Does it make a difference knowing you'd be her number one choice, the one person she'll do almost anything to win, including sacrificing her right to an exclusive commitment?"

"Mmhmm; it actually makes it harder. If she's willing to do that, then I should be willing to give you up for her."

"Sooner or later, you know, you will need to, if not for Evie, for someone. And with Evie, apparently you won't actually have to, just be willing to. Can you see that?"

"You mean lie to her and to myself–say I'm willing, knowing it's not necessary."

"No, not just say it, mean it. Let her know that we, as a package, no longer exist. And we will stop. In time, either she or Anna will make some move which will signal that it's okay for us to resume. Evie has already said she wants to experience threesomes with Ellie and me, and, if I'm reading Anna right, she'd try to join you and Evie on your wedding night."

Mike laughed. "True. I'm almost afraid to go to the cabin with her. I'm not sure I'd survive."

"If she goes with you, there's your signal. If you tell Evie you'll commit to her exclusively, and she allows Anna to go to the cabin with you...

"I suppose I should feel like a hypocrite, telling you on one hand we shouldn't be doing this, and helping you plan ways to continue it after, or rather, if you get married. As wrong as I know it is, my dearest son, I can't stop, don't want to stop." Maggie leaned away from him.

"There's something you haven't said. Do you love her? I can tell you're not 'in love' with her, but do you care for her at all?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure I know what that means. I know what books and movies say it means. I thought I knew, but you and Dad have shown me you two have been living in a platonic enmity for the past several years. The only really loving relationship I've seen recently has been Uncle Jim and Aunt Sally, and their relationship is so open you can drive a tank through it."

Maggie laughed. "I suppose you're right. About Jim and Sally, I mean. And I suppose about Harry and me. We've not been the best role models for loving parents. Do you have any feelings for Evie?"

"Yeah, I like her as a person, and the sex has always been terrific. Almost as good as with you, but different somehow. I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Well, that's a start. A lot of successful marriages have been built on less. And a lot of marriages between two people who thought heir love would never end have wound up in divorce court ."

"So you think I should propose to her..."

"I think you should roll me over and fuck the bejeezus out of me so I can go make breakfast. Then you should go do some yard work or something to take your mind off it for a few hours. When you're done, you'll know what you want, and how to get it."

Part LV

It took Mike the better part of three hours to mow and weed the lawn and flower gardens. Partly because the service which they had hired to tend the place while they were gone had missed the last week, and partly because he was in no hurry and kept the riding mower's speed down to a fast walk. After that, it took him another hour and a half to clean and treat the pool. By then it was after three and time to start thinking about dinner.

He found Maggie in her office, still reviewing her e-mail inbox. "Hey, Mom, can I interrupt a second?"

"Of course, sweetheart. What is it?" she asked, looking up and taking off her reading glasses.

"Dinner. Anything special you want?"

She shook her head. "No. Whatever you put together will be fine. Even if it's just leftovers," she replied with a smile. "Have you found your answer yet?"

"I think so, but I won't know for sure until I talk to her again."

"Then you can stop worrying about it. I called Rita and told her she could pick up the file I brought home tomorrow. She'll be here about eleven-thirty. What time do you have to be at work?"

"Evie said between three-thirty and four. So I should leave here about a quarter after. Is there a reason for having her come before the weekend?" he asked, with a grin.

She replaced her glasses, and looking at him over the top of them, replied, "Perspective, dear, just perspective."

"Mike," the handwritten note said. "Forgot I had an appointment at the hairdresser's this AM. Should be home about 12:30. Apologize to Rita for me, and entertain her until I get home. Casual Nudity in force. Enjoy yourselves. Mom."

Mike had come downstairs, wondering why it was so quiet, and found the note taped to the coffee maker. First, he swore. It had taken him all of yesterday to settle the dilemma of his relationship with Evie, and now his mother was trying to introduce her secretary as a complicating factor. Rita was older than his mother, if only a few years, and attractive with that special foxy kind of attractiveness women develop in their forties; plus, she was the mother of his daughter, or so she claimed.

And then he laughed. He didn't know where Maggie had gone, but he was sure it wasn't to the hairdresser. She had left to leave him alone with Rita, who had all but publicly stated she wanted to ride his cock again the other day when they had stopped in at the office. He had to admit, the possibility was more than a little intriguing. 

He started the coffee and scrambled himself some eggs. After cleaning up, he went up to shower. Keeping a towel wrapped around his waist, after showering he went to his father's office and began to type up the basics of the proposal he was going to show his father. He was about half done when the doorbell rang. He glanced at his watch. If it was Rita, she was a quarter of an hour early.

Making sure the towel was secure, he went to the door and looked through the sidelight, to check the identity of his guest. It was Rita. With a slight sense of apprehension, he opened the door and greeted her. "Good morning, Rita. Come on in."

Rita's eyes widened in surprise when she saw how Mike was dressed. "Am I too early? I'm sorry," she stammered, glancing at the towel.

"Too early? No. Why do you ask?"

"You're just out of the shower..."

Mike interrupted her. "Uhh, no. Didn't Mom alert you to our dress code. At home, except under some very unusual circumstances, we practice casual nudity, and expect our guests to join us. Turn around and I'll unzip your dress." He put his hands on her hips and turned her around. Before she was fully aware of what was happening, she felt her dress slide down and off her arms. Mike pushed it over her hips and let it pool around her feet.

Rita was shocked into immobility. She felt his hands on her back, tugging at her brassiere band, then sliding over her shoulders, pushing the straps down. "M...M...Mike," she was finally able to gasp out, "wh...wher...where's your mother?"

"She left a note saying she had forgotten she has an appointment with her hairdresser, and that I should entertain you until she returns, in an hour or so. She reminded me that our nudity rules were in effect today." He bent down and placed a kiss on Rita's shoulder, at that sensitive spot where it joins the neck, at the same time, slipping his hands into the waistband of her panties and pushing them down.

"Mike, I ...I... I can't... P...pl...please..."

"Please what, Rita," he asked, sliding one hand up to cup her left breast, while the other snaked down, through her untrimmed thatch, to seek out her slit. "What do you want, sweet Rita? Would you like a kiss here," he asked, pinching her nipple, "or here?" tapping her labia, "Hmmm, tell me, encantadora senora, que quieres?"

The short but voluptuous Latina spun in his arms and grabbed his head, pulling his face to hers for a passionate kiss. "Joderme, hijo de puta! And in case you 've forgotten your high school Spanish, Fuck me, you mother loving son of a bitch!" She pulled him back into the kiss and reached for his towel, shocked to find it already gone. She moaned and slid her hands down his abdomen, through his short curlies, to find his shaft, ready for use. "Yesssss," she hissed.

Mike lifted her, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the den at the back of the house. There he laid her on the sofa and began to kiss her breasts, his right hand lightly caressing her lower abdomen. At first, she lay there, her body taut with apprehension, but with the kisses and caresses, she soon relaxed, and his attention began to have an effect. 

She began to push her breasts into his mouth, and strained to force her lower body up against his hand. Feeling her begin to respond, he increased the pressure of his caresses and began to push his hand closer to her treasure. His hand soon covered her vulva, and his middle finger found its way into her inner lips, eliciting a loud moan and more forceful hip thrusts. 

Mike recognized that Rita was ready and moved onto the couch between her thighs. He lifted her legs so her heels were over his shoulders and slid into her, burying his eight inches completely in her. Her eyes opened in surprise, almost immediately followed by a wide smile. She raised up on her elbows to look at their junction.

"Mmmm, I forgot how big you are," she said softly. "You fill me all the way."

Mike just grinned and began to slowly pump his hips, moving in and out of her at a fairly slow pace, but using all of his length. Soon, in spite of her cramped position, Rita began to thrust her hips at him. "Mas...mas," she urged him; "mas ahora...mas rapido...mas dura...[more...more now, faster, harder] unghhh...yessss uh uh uh unnnnghhh Madre di Dios.... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She fell back on to the couch, breathing hard, her eyes closed.

Mike bent forward, holding her legs against his chest. Giving her a light kiss on the lips, he worked his arms under her, pulling her to his chest. When he had her securely, he rocked back on his heels and crossed his legs under him, so he was sitting Indian style, with Rita's ass nest led in his lap. Her eyes opened in surprise.

"Ohmigod," she whispered. "I think you just went into me another two inches. It feels like you're right up against my stomach." She stopped to look around. "This feels good, and so intimate. Is there some way we can do it like this?"

With a slight grin, Mike began to lift his knees, first in tandem, then alternating them; he repeated that pattern until he saw Rita's eyes begin to glaze and her breathing became ragged. "Oh, god, Mike I'm going to...unh unh unh unh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ohmigawwwwwwwooow owowowow owowo aahahahahahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhhhyesssssssss!" 

She sat there, wrapped in Mike's arms, her head bent forward, between her legs, against his chest. "Oh, shit, kid; what did you do to me? And you haven't come yet, have you?" She looked up at her young lover, shaking her head. "Just lay me down and do it; don't worry about me. I'll probably come again anyway, but don't try to make me; just worry about you."

"Are you sure, bonita Rita? Would that make it good for you?"

With a smile which made her beautiful, Rita pulled his face through her legs to kiss him. "Te querido amigo, this has been the best since our daughter was conceived. Now, for me, come in me and make my day complete."

Gently, Mike laid her back on the couch and lowered himself to her chest, supporting his weight on his elbows and her lovely mounds. He began to pump into her slowly, and quickly increased his speed, pounding into her vulva. Even though he was concentrating on his own need, he was aware of the tightening of her legs around his hips, and the increased motion of her body. 

He felt the tingle in the back of his knees which signaled the impending blast of semen into her quim and increased his speed and force. The tickle started up the back of his thighs, compelling him to move faster and at the same time making it impossible to do so. It seemed to take forever, but was really only a few seconds when the two tingles seemed to collide and explode in his sac, forcing his manseed out of their home into her orgasmic sheath, milking his shaft for everything it could deliver.

As he began to recover, he became aware that Rita was lying under him, gasping for breath. When he tried to lift himself from her, her arms tightened and held him in place. "Not yet, Miguel; hold me, please. I want to remember how you feel against me."

Mike tightened his arms around the Latina as she tightened her arms and legs, and her vagina. "Mia bonita Rita, thank you for today. I hope we can get together again, but if that's not possible, or something you want, I'll always remember our two days as something very special."

She pushed him up and away from her, dropping her legs, and signaling him he should pull out of her. With a smile she said, "You are even better for my ego than you were for my punani, and you were very good for her. Thank you, dear friend. Can I call you that, my friend? I hope so. What time is it? Do I have time for a quick wash or shower?"

"It's just after noon, so you have plenty of time. Bathroom is at the top of the stairs right outside here. I'll get you a towel and wash cloth, dear friend," he answered with a smile, getting one in return. He stood up and offered his hand to help her up. She got to her feet slowly, groaning as her muscles resumed their normal position and function.

She stepped into the embrace he offered, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Much as I would love to try to repeat this morning, I'm afraid if we did, my marriage would not survive. Rinaldo is certain Miguela's blue eyes are a direct gift from his Anglo mother and watches over her like a hawk. As long as he is willing to continue to support us, I must stay with him. He is not a bad man, just a bit, how do they say–full of himself. But he will see that our daughter is safe. 

"Perhaps, in another five years, if you are still willing to take on an old woman, we might try," she said, laughing, "but you will have to be careful of my brittle bones. Now, where is that shower?"

While Rita showered, Mike took the time to straighten the house and put together a quiche, using the leftovers from his cacciatore, and some biscuits. When Maggie got home, he and Rita were in the kitchen, laughing over pictures of their little girl. "She's adorable," he told the Latina. "You've done a good job with her."

"Hello, Rita," Maggie interrupted, startling the couple. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived. I hope Mike has kept you entertained." She walked into the kitchen, showing off the results of her exercise regimen.

"Oh, yes, Maggie. Miguel has done a very good job of... entertaining me. Almost enough to make me want to take him home, but Rinaldo, he wouldn't understand," Rita answered with a wide grin.

Maggie laughed. "I guess that means I'll have to continue to put up with him. Mmmm, Michael, something smells delicious. What are we having for lunch?" Over lunch, Rita shared her pictures of Miguela with Maggie while Mike contemplated the circumstances which led to his daughter's grandmother being younger than her mother.

Part LVI

Mike was zipping up Rita's dress when the phone rang. Maggie answered it. "It's Evie for you, Mike. Can you take it, or will you call her back?"

Rita turned and gave him a light kiss. "Adios, mi querido amigo. Go talk to the young woman. Your new boss, no? Don't keep her waiting." She turned to Maggie, waiting in the kitchen door. "He'll be right there, Maggie." Turning back to Mike, she smiled. "Thank you for today. I, too, will always remember this as a very special day." She reached up and kissed him lightly on the lips, then turned to the door. Mike opened it for her and watched her walk to her car.

With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked to the kitchen and Evie on the phone. "Hey, boss, what's up?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your day, Mike, but can you come in right away. One of our line cooks called in; they were involved in an accident on the way to work."

"Sure, soon as I get dressed. Be there in a half hour or so."

"Thank you; you're a life saver." 

Thirty-five minutes after hanging up, Mike walked into the bar. Evie showed him to the employee locker room, gave him a uniform and warned him the waitresses and other line cook, a young woman, also used the locker room; she then pointed him to the employees' men's room. 

By the time he got to the kitchen,, evening prep was well under way. Bert gave him a quick overview of the serving process. Orders came in to the chief cook, who alerted the line cooks as to the main protein. Line cooks served up the meat and passed it on to the chief cook who checked it for quality and finished dressing the plate. Waiters and waitresses served up the soup and salad. 

In the kitchen, he was assigned to the fish/poultry station, and told he was also responsible for keeping up the salad supplies and desserts. He checked the menu to see what the fish was, and did a quick inventory of the ingredients he would need. 

Next he checked on the chicken. The only sauce he would need was the sauce for the cacciatore. He gave it a quick taste and nearly spit it out. He went to the pantry and pulled some herbs and spices to add to the sauce. When Bert, the chief cook he was replacing the next night, asked what he was doing, he explained the sauce needed some seasoning.

"I was told not to change anything when I started here five years ago," Bert said, "so leave it be."

"I was told I could do what I had to," Mike replied, "to improve the food. Wouldn't you prefer to have the customers remember your last night as a pleasant one?"

"Okay, it's your ass, hotshot. Go ahead. You were warned."

In spite of Bert's 'warning', the rest of the night went smoothly. By the time ten o'clock came around, Mike was ready call it a day. Another hour for clean up, and he was ready to leave. In the locker room, as they changed into street clothes, Bert spoke first. "You did good tonight. Evie said this was your first job as a cook, but you know your way around the kitchen. Where else 'd you work?"

Mike smiled. "Thanks. Evie was right. Other than the usual jobs kids get, this is my first real job. I just graduated from the Chef's Institute in Boston."

"I'll be damned. No friggin' wonder. About the sauce. Kind of a tradition here. Cooks' first nights, we throw them a curve by messing up the cach sauce. Usually, they try to start over from scratch. You're the first one since I been here who tried to fix it. 'N since none came back, you must 'av' fixed it good. It was good meeting you, Mike. Good luck." And with that, he was out the door and gone. 




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 04



Mike finished dressing and walked out to the bar to say good night to Evie and check on the schedule for the next day. "Hey, boss. What time should I be here tomorrow?"

"Hey, hero. I guess you tripped into Bert's practical joke. Everyone who ordered the cacciatore commented on it and how good it was. During his break he asked me about you and your experience, then told me what he had done. I was so angry at him. The last time he pulled something like that, we had to cover three dinners, and I docked his pay."

"It's something a lot of old cooks do, to test the mettle of cooks without much real work experience. I ran into it a couple of times as an intern at school. Except for all the extra salt he put into the tomato puree, it wasn't a problem; it just needed a bunch of sugar and some flavoring. Tomorrow?"

"Oh, yeah. Here's the features menu. Everything else, is pretty much either frozen or made to order. Look it over and figure how much prep time you'll need with Bella and Joe helping you." As he began to look over the menu, she asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

He grinned. "No thanks. If I have anything right now, you'll have to take me home."

"That's fine. We live just around the corner."

"I meant mine. Yours is for tomorrow night, remember?"

"Party pooper. Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"

With a smile, he shook his head and passed the menu back to her. "What time can I get in the kitchen in the morning?"

Evie tossed him a set of keys. "Whenever you want. Here are Bert's keys. The big one is the back door. The alarm code is 739283, or rewave. You have a minute to enter the code. The pad is on the left as you enter, behind the door. If you try to enter any code on the one you see coming in, it sets off an alarm at the security company. 

"The other keys are labeled. Joe and Bella, the line cooks, will be in around ten. You met Joe; Bella is the one you filled in for. She called. Her car was totaled, but no one was hurt, so she'll be in tomorrow. Sammy, the dishwasher comes in at nine to finish whatever he didn't get done tonight and generally straighten the kitchen out, putting away dishes and pots, mopping up and stuff."

"The birds been delivered?" She nodded. "The other proteins?"

"Out of the freezer this morning, thawing in the meat fridge," she said with a smile.

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Don't you want to know what you're getting paid?"

"Paid? I get paid? Hell, I thought I just stepped in to help out a friend in need. Shit, just the experience is enough, Evie. Whatever you say is fine."

"If you say so. How's nineteen an hour sound? That's a little shy of average for an experienced head cook, but I have a hunch you'll earn it."

"I...I... that's fine, Ev. Tomorrow and Sunday and..."

"We're closed Monday, then Joe and Bella can handle the regular menu until Friday. That's when I'll need you again if I can't find someone."

"Well, take your time and find someone good. Tonight was fun, in a way."

"Job's open. How obligated are you to Someplace Else?"

"Depends on them. They asked and I said yes, then they said October first. Until then I'm on my own, free to look, I guess."

"Think about it, Mike. I'd love to have you here, personal relationship aside. That's just a bonus for me."

"For me too, sweets." He stood up. "I better get gone before it makes more sense to sleep in the car. I'll be in about eight to start the birds and beef marinating and get a head start on prepping sides. Then I'll probably take a couple of hours midday for a break."

"That's fine. Don't forget to bring a change of clothes, for Sunday," she said with a smile. "Or don't guys worry about the walk of shame?"

"Walk of shame? What's that?"

"Coming into work wearing the same clothes you went 'home' in."

"Nah, we call that the strut of pride," he replied with a grin. "See you in the A of M."



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 05



Mike is a rousing success. His passion and need become almost too much for him to handle. Relationship with Evie is formalized. Life throws a couple of curves. Comments, good or critical, welcome. Sign them and I'll acknowledge them. Jb7

Part LVII

By noon the Saturday feature meals were prepped for the final cooking. In the small city, word of mouth acted quickly. News of the cacciatore the night before had spread and otherwise regular customers who had been absent for a while returned to see if the reports were true. Mike had suggested to Evie and her mother that one of the game hens be sacrificed and portioned out in sample cups to be given to customers as they were seated.

Dinner service began at five. By eight, they were out of the game hen, and nearly out of the cacciatore. By ten, they were down to sandwich service. Including the bar, they could seat ninety patrons. That night they turned the room over three times, the biggest non-festival night in the restaurant's colorful history.

Mike was stoked. He was on an adrenaline high so high he didn't know what to do with himself. As soon as kitchen clean up was underway, he went looking for Evie, only to learn she had left the restaurant for a couple of hours since she had to close the bar that night, at two AM.

Anna was in the manager's office, going over the night's receipts. She looked up when Mike stuck his head in the doorway to ask about Evie. "Hey, Mike! Congratulations! Looks like your game hen dish is a big success. You actually sold out of it?"  

"More than. We sold out everything we had prepped for tonight, and all of what we had set aside for tomorrow."

"Uh, what are we..."

"When I put the birds on to cook, I had Evie call the supplier. He'll have fifty birds here by nine o'clock. Hot damn! I am so ...unngh! I can't describe it. It's like being on the edge of a huge orgasm and it feels so fucking good, you're not sure if you want to come or not. Know what I mean?"

Anna laughed and walked around the desk to approach him. "Well, why don't we see if I can help you over that edge, and then..."

"Easy, Mom. I've seen him like this before. Mike doesn't often get rough during sex, but when he's on an adrenaline high like now, he's a little unpredictable. You can leave or watch, but let me get him calmed down for you." Evie walked into the office and closed the door behind her.

She walked up to Mike and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Hey, big guy! You had a good night, huh, and feel like celebrating? Here's what I'm gonna do for you. It's been years since you fucked my ass, and tonight is a good night for it. You have to start slow, until you get all the way in, then, when I tell you, as hard and fast as you can.

"Afterwards, I'm going to send you home with Mom so you can fuck all three of her holes while I close up here. Then, I'll join you at home. Okay?" she asked as she stroked his re-bar-like cock through his uniform pants.

She saw Mike's face darken as his libidinous need began to assert itself. "I'm going to fuck both your pussies on the desk, then I'll do your ass before I leave with your mother," he growled.

"My ass first, Mike. Remember the last time you got like this, at the frat party, with the freshman girl. She needed to be carried to bed, Mike. Remember?" She turned to Anna. "Mom, go into the kitchen and get us a couple of cups of canola oil. There might be a small bottle in the storeroom."

She pushed Mike to sit on the edge of the desk and reached for the drawstring which held up his pants. "Now, lets see if we can take some of the edge off your need." She pulled his pants from under his hips, freeing his cock.

"Mmm. Ooh, babe, look how angry he looks, all red and swollen up. You could hide your cock in a basket of plums, it's so purple. I might need mom's help with this before I let you in my butt. Would that be okay, letting Mom suck you for a bit? I know she'd like it. She's told me stories about the big cocks she's gone down on."

Just then the door opened and Anna came in, carrying a pint bottle of oil. "Who's told you about...OhMiGod! And you're going to let that monster in your ass! Are you sure you want to do that, baby?"

"Unh uh, Mom, that's why I'm going to ask you to help me give him a blow job, to take some of the edge off. I think with both of us working on it, it shouldn't take too long; probably longer to clean up the mess than to cause it," she giggled.

Anna reached out and wrapped her hand around Mike's hot rod. "Mmm, oh, Mike, that feels so good. Let me start, Evie. Just remember, whoever makes him come, we have to share his cream, okay?" Evie nodded and moved aside so her mother had access to Mike's monster.

Anna poured a few drops of the oil on Mike's glans and smeared it all over the glans and shaft. While she did that, she was building up a large dollop of drool which she let flow over his glans and shaft, and used her hands to swab it all over both. She looked up at him, engaging his eyes. Without losing eye contact, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, and in a single motion, swallowed his glans.

He reached out to wrap his hands around Anna's head, but she intercepted his hands and pushed them away from her. Only then did he become aware of the feathery tickle on the front of his scrotum. He moaned and leaned back, driving his cock further into her throat as her tongue continued caressing his nutsack.

He was vaguely aware of her pulling back and her cheeks and tongue massaging his cock on its trip out of her throat. He was very aware of the tingle in the back of his knees and the unbearable pressure in his balls. Anna felt the increase in size and signaled her daughter to get in position next to her.

Mike's first blast nearly caught her off guard. His second was spread across Evie's nose and chin, while the third made it into her mouth. The fourth Anna caught along with the dribbles making up the fifth and sixth. She shared those two in a kiss with Evie after licking her face clean.

Mike watched the exchange, grinning like an idiot. His immediate need had been blunted, but the euphoria from the night was still extant, as was the truncheon between his legs. Evie broke the kiss with her mother and immediately engaged in one with Mike, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her between his thighs as he tasted himself on her tongue.

She pulled back. "Are you ready for me now, Mike? Are you ready to fuck my ass?"

"Just as soon as I get you ready. How do you want it, standing or laying down?"

"I'd better stand up and lean on the desk. Momma, bring the oil. Get my skirt up out of the way, Mike; in front, too. I don't want to get any oil on it."

Mike pushed her skirt up out of danger, revealing she was pantiless. He then dribbled some oil in the top of her ass crack, watching as it ran down to her rosebud, where he trapped it and massaged it around the area, pushing some inside the sensitive muscle.

As Mike massaged her crinkle, Evie remembered why she hadn't let anyone else do this to her since Mike had the weekend she had visited him at school. She bit her lip to keep from moaning in pain as his fingers invaded her most taboo area.

Slowly, she grew accustomed to the outward pressure against her anus as it was spread to accommodate his fingers. "H... How... many fingers is that?" she huffed.

"Three, babe. Just have to add some oil and you'll be all set. Okay?" he asked, his voice sounding caring and concerned.

"Okay, Mike. Just remember, slow until you're all the way in; then I'll let you know when you can start fucking it hard and fast."

"Got it, love. Anna, is there a towel of something I can wipe my hands on? I don't want to get oil on her clothes when I hold her."

"Sure thing, Mike. Here. Shit, kids; I can't tell you how sexy that looks. I can hardly wait, Mike, until you do it to me."

"Have you ever, Mom...ooof! Easy, Mike! Go slow! That's better... ennnh... ennnhh... AAAhhh, there you go; slow and easy, now. Back a bit and push...unnh...again....mmnnh...that's good; again...unnngh,,, damn, it hurts and feels good at the same time and I can't tell which is more. Unnngh... are you almost there, Mike? How much more?"

"Just an inch or so, sweets. One more push...want me to ease up a bit?"

"Ye... no, just go for it, then wait...aaaahhhhoooowwwoooo!!! damn, I wasn't expecting that. Now just wait a bit, honey. So, Mom, you didn't answer my question. Have you ever tried it this way?"

"N...no, and after watching you now, I'm not sure I want to."

"The bad part's done, and most of it is right up front, trying to get Mike's monster started into my butt. After that, until he actually starts fucking me, it's uncomfortable, like you haven't been to the bathroom in a week or so, but not unbearable.

"Ready, love. Start slow, and keep the oil handy, just in case. Yeah that's good; more... faster now... harder...oh god yess, fuck me, Mikey!! Do it; fuck my ass!! Take it, Mike! Taaake me! It's yours to use fuck it uhuh oh ohhh Mike yes yes yes uh uih uh uh u hu hu huh uh uhuh uhuh oh my god I'm gonna... don't stop, Mike, don't stop until you come in my ass keep it... i'mmm commmmaaaaahhhh!!" Evie's climax tightened her asshole, increasing the pressure on Mike's cock, triggering his own climax.

The pair collapsed on the desk in front of Anna, whose hands had been busy inside her blouse and up her skirt. Her loud gasping moan a few seconds after their own explosive climax roused the young couple.

Mike looked at Anna and grinned, then leaned down and kissed Evie on the back of the neck. "You okay, Ev? Didn't mean to pound you so hard."

"'Sokay," she slurred. "It's hell getting ready, but the payoff when it comes, pun intended," she laughed, "makes it worth it, every three or four years."

"I'll put it on my calendar and check back with you in a few years then."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Did you hear that, Momma?"

"Hunh? Hear what?"

"You'll have to excuse her, Evie; she's recovering from her own orgasm."

"Damn, that's twice now you've nearly proposed in front of witnesses and neither time were the witnesses able to say whether you did or not."

"Evie, my love, when I propose, you won't need a witness," he whispered, flexing his cock in her ass before he pulled it free.

She straightened up with a small strain induced moan and turned to him with a smile. "When, not if? That's three times now, Mike. Once more and I'll hold you to it."

He grabbed some tissues to wipe his flaccid cock off. He just smiled at her in return. "Well, I guess I'm safe to take your mother home. What time do you close up?"

"We shut down the kitchen at eleven-thirty, and last call at the bar is quarter of twelve. Cleaning crew comes in at twelve-fifteen, so I should be home by twelve-thirty."

"And I have to be here at nine to get the birds and get them started..."

"Then I'll have to come with you so we can have that talk I mentioned."

Part LVIII

Mike opened the passenger door on his Jeep for Anna, to drive her to the apartment she shared with her daughter. She turned to sit on the seat, then lifted her legs in one at a time, giving Mike a nice upskirt view of her legs and wet panties. She turned to face front without straightening her skirt. Mike looked up at her face, to find her watching him, a knowing smile on her face. Mike returned the smile and closed the car door.

He walked around his SUV and got into the driver's seat. Before starting the car, without saying a word, he reached for Anna and pulled her face to his for a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. "That was for the blowjob," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

She reached up and pulled his face back to repeat the kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue. "That was for the show," she whispered.

He grinned and gave her a quick peck on the lips and started the car. As he pulled out of the parking space, Anna told him, "We need to drive by the bank. Turn right out of the lot and take the second right turn. Keep watch for anyone following us closer than a block." As they approached the turn, she asked, "See anyone?"

Mike gave her a negative response, to which she answered, "Good; take the third left. The bank is in the middle of the block on the right. The over night depository is next to the walk-up ATM. Keep an eye out for loitering pedestrians."

As they approached the bank, Mike noticed a couple of tall figures standing in doorways near their destination. He pointed them out to Anna, who swore under her breath. "Shit! I'd better take it home and deposit it tomorrow or Monday. D'you know, we took in over twenty two hundred tonight, on your game hen, alone, plus another twenty four hundred on accompaniments. With what we took in from the other customers, we more than doubled our usual Saturday. Thank you, Mike. Between the game hen and whatever you did to the cacciatore sauce last night, you've already made this weekend a record. Take me home, please."

Anna pushed the door to the apartment open and entered, with Mike only a step behind her. She dropped her tote bag and purse to the floor by the table in the small entry way and continued into the living room. "Would you like a drink or...What?" she screamed as Mike swept her up, cradling her in his arms.

"Which bedroom is yours?" he asked her, nuzzling into her neck, just below her ear.

"Down the hall, on the left. Put me down; I can wa...mmphmmm!" whatever she was saying cut off by his lips pressing on hers as his tongue slid into her mouth. Anna's arms found their way around his neck as she started to return the kiss.

He carried her to her room and pushed the door open with his hip. She giggled like a young woman as he swung her through the door and carried her to her bed and deposited her into its center without breaking the kiss.

She felt his hands sliding up her thighs to grab her panties and pull them off. As he broke the kiss, he pushed her skirt up above her hips. With a saucy smile, before she could move, Mike dropped his face between her legs and attacked her furry lips with his tongue.

She responded with a series of sounds which was a combination of scream and giggle. As his tongue explored her punani, her scriggles consolidated and transmuted into a long, soft moan. He delved into her labial crease, separating it, revealing her clit and exposing it to the actions of his tongue.

Mike clambered up onto the bed, positioning himself between her knees, which he pushed up toward her chest, further exposing her punani, and making it easier to reach and caress her clit with his pleasuring tongue. His mouth closed over her vulva and his tongue renewed its exploration of her labia and the area between them.

Mike felt Anna's hands clutch his head and pull it closer to her. He worked his hands under and around her legs, searching for her mammas. His hands closed on them, pushing them together, as his thumbs found her nipples and began to rub them through her clothing, coaxing them to erection.

His tongue began to dip into her opening, pushing against the sides, forcing it open. He thrust it inside her, to caress the sensitive walls near the opening, alternating with featherlike caresses to her clit.

In a few minutes Anna's body went rigid for several seconds before she collapsed, breathing hard. She reached down and pushed his head away, gasping, "Wait, just a minute."

He pulled back, sitting on his heels, giving her room to sit up if she needed. She reached out to him, and asked him to help her up. She pushed herself into a sitting position and began to unbutton her blouse. Mike grinned and pulled his shirt off over his head.

When the blouse was gone, the older woman removed her bra and unzipped her skirt before lying back and lifting her hips. Mike read her signals and pulled her skirt off and down her legs, leaving her with just her pull up stockings on. He pushed his slacks off and moved up over Anna's body to kiss her.

He started by running his tongue around her navel, lightly tickling the area, eliciting several quiet scriggles, actually more of a smothered giggle at this point. After torturing her so for a few minutes, he moved up to deliver the same sort of caress to her breasts, resulting in more moans and some subtle hip thrusts.

He reached down and pulled his cock up between their bellies, positioned in her crease so when her hips pushed up, her clit rubbed against his cock. Putting a pillow behind her head so she could watch him, he renewed his assault on her tits, sucking and biting on her nipples while maintaining eye contact. At the same time, he began to gently thrust his rod along the groove between her labia.

"Unngh," she moaned. "You son of a bitch, stop teasing me and fuck me," she demanded.

With a grin, Mike pushed his hips back, searching for her entrance. "Just waiting for an invitation," he said, finding it and pushing his staff into her, drawing out a long low groan, until he was totally enclosed in his girl friend's mother's cunt.

"Oh, shit," she moaned. "Wait, just a minute. It's been a bit since I've had anybody that big. I can't believe Evie took you in her butt. I might let you try that, but not tonight. Tonight, just slow and easy, please. I'm going to have to get used to you before we try anything else."

Mike reached down to kiss her. "In that case," he said and reached down to pull her legs up and over his shoulders. He crossed his ankles and sat back, pulling Anna up to sit in the opening in his legs as he sat back, campfire style.

"Oh!" she said, her eyes opening in surprise as it felt like he pushed into her another inch or so. She looked into his eyes, and saw the delight there as she discovered the advantages of his favorite Tantric position. "This is cozy," she said with a smile. "Is it possible to fuck in this position?"

He leaned forward to kiss her. While their mouths were engaged, he began to slowly and gently raise and lower his knees. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, with a look of surprise, which quickly morphed to a smile while she resumed the kiss. After several minutes, her breathing began to become labored.

"Ohmigawd, I don't believe it. You're gonna make meeeeeeeeoh shit, Mike unnnngh!" her entire body stiffened on his staff even though she remained folded in half. In a short time, she went totally limp and collapsed into his lap, breathing hard and quivering all over.

"Oh, Christ! Where did that come from? One second, I'm sitting here barely moving, and the next, my whole world is centered in my pussy and it's exploding all over the place. You're just full of fucking surprises, aren't you?"

Mike chuckled. "Those are the best kind, aren't they?" He reached to raise her face to his and kissed her. "Ready to ride me. I've already come twice tonight, but I can feel the tickle which says I'm ready for another one, and cowgirl is the easiest position for me to come."

With a wide grin, Anna nodded. "And then I get to clean you up, right?"

Lying back, Mike nodded. "Ready now, Anna? Then fuck me," he ordered when she nodded.

Part LIX

Evie let herself into the apartment, trying not to make any noise which would give her presence away. As silently as she could, she made her way down the hall towards the bed rooms. When she came to her mother's, she stopped and peeked around the corner, to see Anna lying in the middle of her bed, her legs spread, and evidence of her recent activity plainly in view.

"Enjoying the view?" asked Mike, behind her. He had come from the bathroom, with a towel around his hips. His hands rested on her hips at the same time he spoke.

Evie yelped in surprise and spun around, to find herself in his arms. Holding herself away from him, she asked, "Is she okay?"




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"Just a little tired. I guess three intense orgasms in under an hour will do that," he said with a grin.

Evie laughed and nodded as she peeked around the door jamb. "We should cover her, then we can get to bed," she said, freeing herself from his arms.

"Then what?"

She looked at him with a foxy smile. "That depends on what you have left in that third leg of yours," she said and went into her mother's room and pulled a sheet and blanket over the sleeping woman. Looking around, she identified Mike's clothes and picked them up, to take with her to her room, across the hall.

He followed her into her room, dropping his towel at the foot of the bed. She had dropped his slacks and shirt on the bed and was folding them when he came up behind her and reached around to unbutton her blouse. She shook her head. "I need to shower first. After our session in the office and working all day, I stink. Get in bed and wait for me; I won't be long."

"Okay, if you say so," he complained, nuzzling her neck just below her ear.

"I promise, I won't be long. I know if we made love right now, you'd be complaining because I smell like Limburger cheese. But, if you really wouldn't mind..." she said, turning to him and reaching up to finish opening her blouse.

"No, no; go ahead and shower. I'll wait," he said, backing away, laughing. "I don't mind Limburger, but in a sandwich, not ...you know."

"Not in a smelly crotch? Is that what you wanted to say?" she asked, removing her blouse and unzipping her skirt as she walked toward him. The skirt dropped from her hips as she moved toward him, walking out of it. "I don't blame you," she laughed and turned to pick up her dirty clothes and throw them to her laundry basket. "I'll hurry; you get in bed," she said, leaving the room.

Although she had intended to take a PTA shower, the seductive power of a nice hot shower was too much. She was gone nearly half an hour, and returned to find Mike gently snoring, sound asleep. She shook her head and laughed. Noticing his towel, still on the floor at the end of the foot of the bed, she picked it up and tossed it in the laundry. After setting her alarm clock, with a smile, the young woman crawled into bed beside him, turning so he spooned her.

The unfamiliar alarm woke Mike, and it took him a few minutes to recall where he was. He turned to look behind him, but found only an empty bed. Sitting up and looking around, he saw his clothes on a chair near the door. With a low moan, he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, stretching his back to relieve the ache caused by his vigorous exercise the night before.

He pulled on his boxers and checked the hallway before stepping out to go to the john. He could hear someone in the kitchen, rattling pans, and smelled the coffee brewing. Without thinking, or knocking, he pushed on the door to the bathroom, to discover Anna stepping out of the shower.

"Oh! God! I'm sorry..." he stammered.

"Good morning, Mike. That's okay; come on in. Nothing here you haven't already seen, if I remember last night correctly." She handed him the towel, and asked, "Would you do my back, then I'll leave you to your business." Taking the towel, he lightly dabbed at her back, not otherwise touching her.

Anna turned around, close enough he could smell the scent of her soap. "Are you okay, Mike? After last night, you're certainly permitted to hold me. Even feel me up if you want, as long as we're not in public."

"No, I mean, I'm fine. I never was very good with morning-afters, except with Evie. With her, everything was good, but I guess her Dad had some objection to me."

"Well, that's not surprising. Joey had objections to the world. Get cleaned up. One of us will bring you some coffee. It smells like breakfast is nearly ready." She took back the towel and left him alone to take care of business.

Several minutes later, when he stepped out of the shower, a cup of coffee was on the countertop, by the sink. He took a sip of the piping hot brew. Somebody had been paying attention; it was fixed perfectly. Using the cupping technique he had learned in school, he sampled it. He was able to identify traces of Colombian, and some ...African beans, he thought, and something else... altogether, a good brew to wake up to.

A few minutes later he was in the kitchen, greeting Evie. "Morning, sweets," he said, nuzzling her just below the ear.

"Mmm; good morning to you, too, sleepyhead. This doesn't count toward the night you owe me; I hope you understand that," she said, in a mock serious tone, and laughed. "Did you sleep okay? You were totally zonked when I got back to the bed."

"Aww, Mike; did I wear you out last night? I'm sorry," Anna said, in a tone which plainly said she wasn't. "I'll have to make it up to you somehow. Maybe when we go up to close up your cabin; how would that be?"

"We'll talk about that later, Mom. Mike and I have a couple of serious discussions we need to have before then. What would you like for breakfast, sleepy? I have pancake batter made, bacon, eggs, cereal, toast..."

"Uhh, scrambled eggs and toast, I guess, and bacon. And coffee. Lotsa coffee. This is great, by the way," he said, holding up his cup. "What kind is it?"

"It's my own blend," said Anna, "of a medium roast Colombian, french roasted Colombian and a Mocha Java blend made up of African coffees. I buy roasted whole beans from a vendor in Atlanta, mix and grind them just before brewing. Or at least within a day. This is the end of a batch I made for lunch yesterday."

"Here you go, sweetheart. I'm going to go put on some grungies. I'll come back to change before we open. Don't dawdle. Pedersen's known for promptness on special deliveries like this, and they won't wait more than ten minutes."

They had barely unlocked the back door when Pedersen's truck appeared in the parking lot. The couple walked out to greet the driver as he stepped down from the truck. "Hi, Geordie. I'm sorry to make you work today. Hope we didn't interfere with anything important."

"Now, Miss Evie, I keep telling yo', they's noboddy mo' impo'tant t' me than yo' are. Y'u jus' let me know what yo' need, and I'll git it here for yo' jus' as soon as I can. Iff'n I don' have it on hand, I'll fin' it."

"I know, Geordie; still in all, I don't like to make anyone work when they don't have to. I really appreciate this." She turned to point to Mike. "Geordie, this is Mike Nelson, our new head cook."

"Howdy, Mike; please' to meecha. Head cook? What happened t' Bert? Seems like he were here fo'ever."

"He said he got a job as a sous chef in some fancy hotel in New Haven. Said it was more money and closer to his home. Guess I can't blame him, except for the way he did it. Anyway...one case of game hens, right?"

"Yo' got it, Miss Evie. I'll have 'em right in fo' yo'." While the large black man opened the truck and pulled out the case of 50 birds to carry into the refrigerator, Evie and Mike hurried into the kitchen to unlock the door to the storage room.  

When Geordie entered the kitchen, Mike waved him to the work table, where he had a work station set up to start prepping the game hens. Geordie set the case down where Mike indicated and watched while the young chef opened it, to find the hens were individually shrink-wrapped.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "The frikkin' hens are packed for a grocery store," he said to Evie, when she stuck her head into the kitchen see what the problem was. "They're all individually wrapped."

"That's no problem," she replied. "I can help. That's fine, Geordie. We'll take them, but tell Brad to let me know next time, will you?"

"Shore, 'nuff, Miss Evie. I'll let him know. Sorry 'bout the mix-up, Mike."

"That's okay, Geordie; not your fault, just an extra step and we're already short on time. Good meeting you," Mike answered with a smile, looking up from the bird he had extracted from its plastic wrap.

While Geordie watched, in a period of less than half a minute, Mike had removed the wings, cut through both drumstick joints and split the small bird into two equal halves. "Miss Evie, remind me to never challenge Mis'r Mike to a knife fight. Y'u all have a good day," he said with a good natured laugh as he left the building.

Evie picked up a pair of shears and began opening the plastic wraps and popping out the small birds. "He's right; you're really good at that. Did you do that to all the birds we cooked last night?"

"Yeah, except they weren't wrapped like these." He pushed the two halves into a partially filled brine bucket and grabbed another bird. Keeping his head down as he began to work and establish his rhythm, he asked Evie, "You wanted to talk, I think, about my question to you about wanting to get married, and my answer to the same question from you; right?"

"Yes, no...I don't..." she faltered.

"Whose answer are you afraid of, Evie?"

"Yours. I know mine. But we were almost there before, and now we have this... thing with our mothers and your sister and..."

"Which are you afraid of, yes or no?" She looked up at him, on the verge of tears. He had stopped working and was looking at her, waiting for an answer. She simply nodded. "Both, either, none?"

With a laugh, she nodded again. "So, I'm guessing your answer, to marrying me, isn't no, but not quite yes; sort of a yes, but or a maybe?"

With a big sigh and smile, she nodded. "I..." and stopped when he held up his hand.

"That's about where I am, too. I do want to get married, sooner more than later. The other day, when I asked if we could see if we could get back to what we had, I meant it. I love you, Evie. I did then and... I'm afraid what I'm going to say might hurt. Although I love you, and you are very important to me, I don't think I'm in love with you. But of all the women I've known, you are the only one I can see myself married to."

"Is that because I know..."

Mike shook his head. "No, I wanted to ask you that weekend you came to visit, two years ago, but I didn't think it was fair. I still had two years of school to finish, with barely any time to socialize. And it didn't have anything to do with your family or its business. It was just you, and it still is.

"If I didn't have this piece of business hanging with Mom and Dad, I'd say screw it, and let's run away. I can get a job anywhere..." Evie had walked around the table while he spoke, to stand in front of him.

She lifted her arms around his neck. "Shut up," she ordered as she kissed him. "I can wait until whatever you're working on is done.

"I told you, the fourth time I was going to hold you to it. Well, that was four thru ten and then some. I don't care if you want to call it going steady, have an understanding or pre-engaged, or if we ever do get married, but as of now, as far as me and the world are concerned, we're officially a couple. Any questions?"

With a grin, Mike leaned down to whisper, "Can you sleep over tonight?"

Part LX

It had been a very good day. After finally accepting the truth that they didn't have time to celebrate their decision, they had prepped half of the game hens, expecting to sell about 50 orders that day, about a third of what they had sold the night before, figuring they could do the other fifty, if they sold more than half before three o'clock, the halfway point of their serving time that day. By two o'clock, Mike and Evie were busy prepping the remainder of the small birds.

At four, Evie stuck her head in the kitchen. "Mike! One of the customers would like to talk to you. You got time?"

"Bella?"

"Gotcha covered, Mike. You're gonna share tips, right?" she laughed.

Mike pulled on a clean chef's jacket and went to the hostess station. Evie pointed him to a booth about half way down the front wall. He swallowed hard when he saw the woman sitting in the booth. "Crap!" he muttered, half under his breath.

"What is it, sweets?"

"The customer; it's Pete Riordan's wife, and he's probably with her. He has a reputation of checking out the competition personally. Oh, well. I don't officially work for him yet." He steeled himself and walked to the booth.

"Mrs Riordan, Chef. How can I help you?"

Pete Riordan didn't bother to look up, but took another bite of the game hen. "This your recipe? Not bad. I'll buy it from you, along with the exclusive rights. What's your price?"

Mike was assailed with conflicting emotions. On the positive side, one of the top chefs in the country had said his dish wasn't bad, and wanted to buy the exclusive rights to it. In addition, he was scheduled to go to work for him in three months.

On the negative side, the man hadn't even paid him the courtesy of greeting him, or of asking if the recipe was for sale. He had simply assumed it was for sale, figuring his prestige would guarantee the sale.

Almost without considering the outcome of his actions, he replied, "Sorry, it's not for sale. Anything else?"

Pete's head jerked and he looked up into a vaguely familiar face. "Wha... why not? Don't I know you?"

"Yes sir, I'm Mike Nelson. I'm supposed to start working for you the first of October."

"You're coming to work for me? Oh, yes; from the Chef's Institute. What in hell are you doing here if you're coming to work for me?"

"Four months without a paycheck is a bit much, plus, the owner is a friend of mine and they got into a situation when their head cook quit without notice. They asked if I could fill in part time..."

"That's unacceptable! You can't work here and for me at the same time. If I hired you, then this recipe is mine. I expect a copy on my desk in the morning."

"No. I don't work for you until October 1. You were very clear about that at our interview. You even suggested I get some sort of filler job. Under the terms of my employment, the recipe belongs to Waverly's, but they can't share it without my permission."

"That is unacceptable. If you are going to work for me, you can't work here, picking up all sorts of sloppy work habits. You're the head cook? You've barely worked in a kitchen. You probably stole the recipe, that's why you won't sell it," Pete huffed, bristling.

Nancy Riordan, sat and watched her husband's ire increase. "Pete, stop. Think what you're saying. Mike is right. We did advise him to find other work until he started with us." She looked at Mike. "We didn't expect you to be so...talented and successful, but you really shouldn't be working here."

"Not if he wants to work for me," Pete declared.

"That your final position?" Mike asked, his voice calm and neutral. Pete and Nancy both nodded. Mike looked to the hostess station and caught Evie's eye. "Evie, would you come here for a minute?"

She was at the table in a flash. "Yes, Mike?"

"Evie, this is Pete Riordan and his wife Nancy. They own Someplace Else, the restaurant I'm scheduled to start at in October. Because of that, they say, I can't work here any more. Is your head cook position still open?"

Evie's brow furrowed, as she wondered what her lover was up to. Slowly, she nodded. "Not any more. I'll take it, full time, at my present rate. Okay with you?" The young woman beamed as she nodded and stuck out her hand. Mike took it and shook hands with his new boss.

"Mr Riordan, Mrs Riordan. Until I sign an employment offer, you can't tell me to do anything, especially to desert my friends. I owe you a free dinner when my folks and I had dinner at your place the end of last month. Your dinner tonight is on me. Evie, take it out of my check. I insist. Good evening, Chef, Nancy."

Mike turned to walk away, snapped his fingers and turned back. "Just in case you were contemplating taking some of the game hen home...have you ever been to Mystic for the pizza there?

"The owner of the original Mystic Pizza said she had a secret ingredient no one would ever figure out. Well, I did, and confirmed it with the present owner. It's the secret to the game hen cacciatore.

"I will give you a hint. It's not a single ingredient, but a blend of herbs and spices so finely ground, you wouldn't be able to identify them unless you used a mass spectrometer."

You could see the blood rising in Pete Riordan's face. With a growl he got up and stalked to the cash register, waiting there for his wife to catch up.

Mike whispered something to Evie, who gasped and went to the register. When Pete attempted to pay his bill, she reminded him that the meals had been paid for. He, visibly, grew angrier. With a calm voice, Evie said, "May I have your car keys, Mr Riordan? I'll give them to your wife so she can drive you home, or I'll call you a cab."

"What the fuck! I am not inebriated, young woman! I am capable of driving myself home!"

"Mr Riordan, as you should know, the Hospitality Laws state that if, in our opinion, any paying patron of our establishment, for any reason, appears to be unfit to drive themselves, or poses a risk and danger to other drivers, we must confiscate their keys and arrange other transport for them. Since your wife seems calm enough to drive, I'll give them to her, but I have to insist that you give me your keys." She held out her hand for his keys.

Grumbling, he pulled them from his pocket and slapped them into her hand, feeling a trace of satisfaction when she flinched from the pain. He turned away from her and stomped around the foyer, waiting for his wife, who was still sitting in their booth, sipping her coffee, seemingly unaware of the glaring looks he was sending her way.

He stomped out the door and to the parking lot, where he tried to get into his car, remembering only when he tried the door, that it was locked. He clomped back into the restaurant, and learned his wife was now in the ladies room.

His hands went up to grasp the sides of his head. It truly felt like it was about to explode, and suddenly he did. In laughter. It started first as a barely perceptible giggle, but once started, it couldn't be constrained. Soon he was roaring out full belly laughs. He sat on the waiting bench, arms wrapped around his abdomen, with tears running down his face.

Nancy came out of the ladies room and saw her husband sitting on the bench, doubled over, roaring out his laughter. "Oh, dear," she said. "I hope this doesn't cause you any problems. How long has it been going on?"

Evie, trying hard to restrain her own laughs, replied, "It's just been a few minutes. Does this happen often?"

"A couple times a year. It's like a safety valve for the stress. When it gets to be overly much, he just cracks up, infecting everyone around him. I've learned there's nothing to do but let it run its course. It'll take five or ten minutes before the constant laughing stops, then it'll be a few minutes of intermittent giggles. Until then, it's just waiting.

"So, Michael is going to work for you. How did he come to work for you?"

Evie explained that they knew each other in school and had dated for a while a few years ago, and that he was there in the restaurant when the previous cook had given less than adequate notice.

Nancy noticed Evie's excitement and mood brightening when she talked about Mike, and asked if there was more to their relationship than business. Her answering smile told Nancy all she needed to know.

"So he probably wouldn't be working for us very long, anyway. I gather. It's probably just as well then. I'd hate to put all the time into a new employee and have them leave in less than a year."

By now, Pete's laughter had died down so he was more or less in control of himself. "Chef Mike! Chef Mike! Come out here, please." The other diners looked at the large man and laughed, recalling his behavior of the previous several minutes.

Mike emerged from the kitchen, dressed in his working jacket and hat. "Mike. Good. Please, come out here so I can apologize to you. I was an ass, and you have every right to tell me to go screw myself on Main Street, but I hope you will accept my apology, and join me for a drink sometime this week. I can't tonight, or I'll be silly until tomorrow morning."




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"Of course, Pete. I have to check with Evie to see what my hours are now that I'm full time. I'll call you tomorrow to arrange a time, if..."

"That's fine. Right now, I'm in no condition to make any decision except to let Nancy drive. Until tomorrow then, and my apologies to your lovely boss for disturbing her charming establishment. Come, Nancy. 'Tis time to take our leave," he proclaimed, waving his arm and hand over his head in a grand fashion.

Behind him, grinning, but shaking her head, Nancy stopped to say a few words to Evie as she tried to pay for their dinners. "I'm so sorry, dear, that he was so rude. He hates to be told he's wrong, especially when he is so wrong, as he was tonight. And to realize that it cost him a talented cook...but I sense we were going to lose him soon anyway, Right?"

Evie pushed the proffered credit card back without using it. "Mike said it was on him, and, while I haven't seen him angry in a few years, I know he can be just as upsetting as your husband. As to your question, we're trying to decide the path our relationship is going to take, but it looks like you're safe in assuming that." Her smile was dazzling, drawing a similar one from the older lady.

Nancy picked up the credit card and held it up. When Evie shook her head, she sighed and put the card back in her wallet. As she organized herself, she spoke, "Would you believe, my parents used to bring me here when I was a little girl. My older brother had his high school graduation party here. Then we moved up to the North East side and we quite forgot about all the places we shopped down here.

"One of our assistant cooks, who is on vacation, was passing yesterday and saw the line which had formed. They're familiar with your menu and wondered what was going on so they stopped. They called Pete before they left the parking lot after having the game hen.

"Ordinarily, both of us would be upset with you--first for stealing away our cook, and then in having him invent such a wonderful variation on an old favorite, but it's good to see the old places get new life. And the dish will spur Peter to stretch and get creative again. For that I thank you. When he gets creative, he gets creative everywhere, if you understand." she said with a shy smile.

About that time, Mike came out of the kitchen and saw her at the register, chatting with Evie. He walked up to her as she turned to leave. "Nancy, Mrs Rior..." he hesitated as she turned, then went on, "My mother wouldn't forgive me if I didn't say hello to you for her. She was sorry she missed you the night we had dinner at Someplace Else."

"Your mother? I..."

"Maggie Nelson. She said..."

"Oh mi god! You're Maggie's son? O mi god! How is she? And I missed her? Oh, shit! Pete will never forgive himself now. If your mother hadn't told me about ... we wouldn't be in business today. Tell her I said hello, and she must call me, this week for certain. Your phone number, will I be able to reach her with that? Or her business number?"

"At the interview, the number I gave you as my home number. Unless we're out gallivanting, it should reach her."

"Thank you, Michael. You must bring her for dinner, or at least lunch, and Evie, too. I think you have quite a nice catch there. Just because we're competitors, it doesn't mean we can't be friends. Do call Pete; speaking of whom, I need to get going before he decides to walk home. Thank you again, Mike. Good night." and with that, she turned and walked through the door.

Part LXI

It was still light out when the young couple was able to leave. The few leftovers were stored; the kitchen and dining room cleaned; the cash drawer tended to and, courtesy of Bella, the deposit made. As Evie got into the Jeep, she grabbed Mike and pulled his face to her for a kiss.

"I'm not sure how it happened, but I'm glad you're going to be working for us full time. The wife said it was probably just as well, since you'd probably be leaving soon anyway, and she didn't want to invest a lot of time and effort in someone who wasn't going to stick around."

When she released him, she settled into her seat. "I need to run by the apartment to get a change of clothes and pick up my car. You can wait or I'll meet you at your house."

"I'll go on ahead, but don't be long. I'd like us to tell Mom together, and I'm sure if I'm alone with her for more than a half hour, she'll be able to worm it out of me."

"You keep grinning like that, she won't have to worm it out of you. It's like you're in broadcast mode. Oh, Mike," she said reaching up to kiss his cheek, "I'm so happy that you're happy, too. I was afraid that you'd feel like you were trapped or something."

He glanced at her, leaning against his arm, and holding it. "I wouldn't care if I was. I read a line once, in a book, about a man going to battle, 'Never was a man more certain of, nor more pleased with his fate.' It's not a battle, although I'm sure there will be some, but it describes how I feel." He reached out with his right arm and wrapped it around her shoulder.

"You mentioned the 800 pound gorilla in the room in the shape of my relationship with the other women in our families. I'll give that up if you want me to. I know Mom and Ellie would understand and accept my decision to limit myself to you."

"What about my mom; what would we tell her? This morning she seemed pretty anxious to get you alone again."

"I've already told her she needs your permission to have access to me."

"She won't stop now that she's had a taste of you, and if I'm going to let her, then I can't say no to Maggie and Ellie."

"I could say no to her, now that we're officially together, except for special occasions, like her birthday, and national and religious holidays..."

"Thank you, but then she'd come up with things like St Swithin's day, or National Celebrate Porcupines Day or..."

"Worship Penis Day?"

Evie laughed. "Exactly! Here we are. I'm just going to grab some underwear and a sun dress, and I'll be right behind you. We'll tell your mom as soon as I get there. Tonight...tonight, we get to make love for the first time..."

"What? We made love last we..." he interrupted.

"If you mean what you did while I was eating your mom, that was simply fucking, Mike, pure sex; there was no love in that act. As I was saying, in the morning, before I leave, so Maggie knows I meant it when I said I'd share you with her, we're going to join her in bed so you can make love to her while I watch.

"Then, tomorrow night, we'll do the same thing with my mother. Okay?"

Mike pulled into the drive, in front of his garage bay, pleased to see his mother's Volvo in its customary place. He hopped out of the Jeep and had a hard time refraining from running into the house. Maggie was in the kitchen putting on water for a cup of tea. When she heard the door open, she pulled two more cups from the cupboard.

She was pleasantly surprised when Mike grabbed her and lifted her up to whirl around, obviously pleased with life. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, teasing his lips with her tongue, puzzled when he didn't respond.

The mother in her asserted herself, and she smiled, commenting, "Wow! Must have been a good day at work. I haven't seen you this worked up in a long time."

"Yeah! Evie and Anna said it's the biggest weekend they've had since they bought the restaurant ten years ago. Pete and Nancy Riordan were in, and Pete wanted to buy the exclusive rights to my game hen recipe. Instead, he got nasty when I refused and said I had to quit Waverly's because I was supposed to go to work for them in three months, so I quit Someplace Else."

"Mike! What are you going to do?" Maggie asked, alarmed at her son's apparently brash move.

"Evie had already offered me the head cook job, so I took it, right there with Pete sitting there, eating my food. Oh, god, he was pissed!" Mike started laughing. "When I told him he'd need a mass spectrometer to analyze the recipe, he got so mad he walked out on his wife. I told Evie she needed to take his keys to give to Nancy, he was so angry.

"That really set him off, and he got so angry he couldn't take it and wound up in a laughing jag which went on for nearly ten minutes. He invited me to have a drink with him this week, and we parted friends.

"I think Nancy might call you to get together. She didn't realize we were related until I told her you'd be mad if I didn't pass on hellos. She said you should call her, and then asked how she can get in touch with you."

"Oh, good; that'll be nice. And Evie, did you two have your talk?" Maggie asked, barely registering the information he had spouted in his excited state.

Just then, the sound of the front door opening forestalled Mike's answer. "Hello!" they heard Evie call.

"In the kitchen," called Mike. He looked at his mother. "Yeah, we did," he said with a wide smile.

Evie appeared in the doorway, nude, surprised to find her new cook and his mother fully clothed. "Oops! I just assumed..."

"And rightly so, dear. Mike, we're overdressed, so strip, now," Maggie ordered, pulling off her top. "Mike, you were just about to tell me about your talk with Evie. Did you two get things worked out?" He waited until they were both nude to answer.

"Yeah," he replied, "sort of. Would it be possible to get the apartment into shape, so I could live down there?"

"What?" both women shouted.

"Why?" asked Maggie.

"Whoa, Mike!" interjected Evie. "We need to talk about this before you ask your mother to invest that kind of money."

"But, I thought..."

"And we will, just not until...just not now. We've got time. Slow down and let's get to know each other again, okay?" Evie reached up and kissed him on the cheek, rubbing her hand over his chest, as if she were smoothing out the wrinkles in his forehead. "Trust me, sweetie. Soon, but not right away."

Smiling, Maggie watched as the young lovers settled their first mild misunderstanding. "So, I guess you did work things out."

Evie smiled. "Pretty much. The important part, anyway. For the foreseeable future, if you don't mind, we'll be trading sleep overs a couple of times a week. I'd like you to join us, sometimes." She slipped her arm around Mike and smiled as she reached out to Maggie.

Maggie took the hand she offered and stepped into the circle Mike's other arm created. "You don't need my permission, Evie. This is as much Mike's home as it is mine. He's free to have guests over if he wishes. As for joining you, since you're aware of our secret, I'd love to occasionally. Are you going to make that same offer to Anna?"

"We'll offer, but...the other morning when she was here, that was the first time I've seen my mother completely nude. I'll be surprised if she ever accepts our invitation to join us. She'll ask for and expect some time alone with Mike.

"We've talked, and while Mike offered to forego sex with the women we discussed the other night, I think it'll work out best if I share. The rest of you will just have to remember, I come first, and last.

"You'll all have some one on one with him, probably not as much as you want, but some, and our three and moresomes. Tonight, we'd like to be alone, sort of celebration sex, but in the morning, we'd like you to join us."

"Are you sure? Both of you? Mike?" When he nodded, she turned to Evie. "You''re certain? Mike said you saw us the other night, but this is a bit different."

The young blonde nodded with a smile. "I'm as certain of this as I am of my love for your son. And I'm as certain of that as I am of the tides."

Maggie returned her smile and leaned down to kiss the woman who seemed destined to control her son's cock. As she straightened up from the brief buss, she said, "There's plenty of daylight left. Anybody up for a skinny dip before we have some tea?"

Part LXII

Evie sat on the edge of Mike's bed, running a comb through her towel dried hair, working out the tangles. "Your mom is a good swimmer."

"Yeah, there wasn't a lot else to do at the cabin with just the two of us. We worked our way up to a mile using the crawl and the backstroke. It's amazing what just a couple of days off can do to you. I'm almost plum tuckered," he said, flopping back on the bed

"Almost, huh? Does that mean I have to take it easy on you?" she asked, reaching for his flaccid cock. "There better be some life in this guy, or I may rethink..." Mike reached up and pulled her over onto him.

"Don't worry about that. Maybe when I'm seventy or so, I might not be able to get it up for you, but until then, all you have to do is ask. He'll be ready for you as soon as humanly possible, and even if he isn't, I promise I'll find other ways..."

Evie leaned down to stop his lips with hers. Pulling her face back, she whispered, with a provocative smile, "Prove it."

He grinned and, using his legs, lifted her and moved her to the center of the bed. "Turn around and feed me your quim," he ordered. Evie returned the smile and quickly moved into the 69 position. Mike pulled a pillow under his head and positioned her hips right over his face.

Evie looked at his cock, awestruck at the sight of his cock. "Uhh, Mike, have you been taking some kind of weird vitamins or something? You look a bit longer than I remember from last weekend. Maybe not as thick, but definitely longer."

He laughed in response. "Your fault, you and your mom. Between your butt and her tightness, he got really squeezed this weekend. Don't worry, in a couple of days, I'm sure he'll be back to his usual size. Not a problem is it?"

"Noooo, just a surprise." She reached out and licked it with her tongue. "Just as long it's still as sensitive as it was," she said, flattening her tongue and licking his crown like an ice cream cone.

"Ohohoh, yeah," he gasped out. "Are you?" he asked and returned the caress, flattening his tongue over the entrance to her vagina and sliding the flat of his tongue up and over her clit.

"Unnnnghhhh. You snot! I'll get you for that! Someday." She closed her mouth over his crown and gently ran her tongue over the entire surface, then, applying enough gentle suction to pull her cheeks in against his member, she slid her mouth down until he hit the back of her throat.

Mike moaned his appreciation, and, with his tongue poised at the top of her slit, he began to draw tiny circles along the edges of her labia, down one side and up the other. Evie caught her breath and pressed herself against his mouth, tensing her abdominal and thigh muscles. She released his cock and positioned her tongue at his pee hole and began to duplicate his tongue action, covering his glans with tiny circles, and finishing up on his frenulum.

With a groan, he thrust his hips up, pushing his rod into her mouth and his tongue into her vagina. That combination was enough to force all thoughts of teasing and tantalizing each other out of their minds. Both began to seriously drive the other to climax.

Evie's hit her first, a feeling of unbearable pleasure which began somewhere in her lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout her body, seeming to explode out through her skin and flood back over her, feeling like a warm silken bath.

Usually, she would have tensed up, straightening her legs as if she were planking, and screamed out her pleasure, but this time, with her lover's cock buried in her mouth, she curled into a fetal position, closing her thighs around Mike's head and driving her mouth to the base of his cock, deep throating him, as she squealed in pleasure around his dick.

Evie's climax surprised Mike. It happened without any of her usual threshold signals. One second he was stimulating her with his tongue, lightly slapping her clit, and the next she was pushing his head into her quim with her legs.

Dimly, he was aware that something felt different in his groin. It took a couple of seconds to sort out the sensations, a hand gripping each hip, holding on for dear life, the strange warm wet sensation enveloping his cock, the vibrations from her cry all along his shaft, and some pressure against his touch hole, not a finger, not a tongue, it had to be....and suddenly he was emptying his load of sperm directly into Evie's stomach.

Evie felt the pulsations of Mike's orgasm in her throat, only then becoming aware of the fact that she had his entire member in her mouth. Smiling around it, she moaned her approval and relaxed her legs, allowing him to resume breathing. With some effort, she was able to roll them so they were on their sides, without losing more than an inch of him from her throat.

"Thd id nds; id feoo guw," she mumbled around him.

"What?" he laughed.

With an exaggerated exasperated sigh, she slowly backed off her new favorite toy. "I said, as everyone else in the room could plainly hear, this is nice; it feels good. Do we need to get your hearing checked before you start working? Lordy, we can't have a hearing impaired chef getting all the orders wrong."

"I hear English just fine. It's the mumble mush language you were talking I had trouble with. Let me demonstrate," he replied, pushing her on to her back and diving into her crotch again. "Led te uf yu udthrthn dth," he said, attacking her labia with his tongue.

"Ooohh, fuck," she moaned. "Who cares?" she said and slurped his cock back into her mouth. In a few seconds he was fully erect again, and her hips were thrusting at him, searching for something to fill the void between them.

Mike pulled his cock from the warm maw enclosing it and turned around, to replace it with his pussy coated tongue while his phallus found its way to a warmer, wetter, more welcoming, more suitable refuge, to carry out its assigned role in the preservation of the species.

Mike pulled back from the kiss, his heart full of love for the woman under him. In her face he saw the love he was sure was showing on his, a fact confirmed when her smile widened.

In that instant, Mike knew! He understood finally what love meant; what the relationship between his aunt and uncle was and why it could work; the difference between loving and being in love, and how both were different from what he felt for his sister and mother. And he knew he was in love.

He knew his love for this woman and hers for him would help them overcome any problems or disagreements they would ever have.

Below him, Evie, seeing the love in Mike's expression, knew, was sure of, only one thing--she had been right in attaching herself to this man. Their love for each other was all that mattered.

They made love twice more that night, the last time in Mike's favorite lotus position with Evie impaled on his erection as he sat cross legged with her legs bent upwards between them. As they kissed, their faces between her legs, Mike gently raised and lowered her, using his legs and hands to lift her.

She was aware of the slow onset of her orgasm, beginning at their nexus and slowly rising up her body, gently spilling over, similar to turning on a warm shower on a chilly day, accompanied by immeasurable feelings of satisfaction and well being, and buoyed up by their love. Through it all, she was aware of the spasming of his climax in her vagina. When they were done, with tears in her eyes, she kissed him, saying, "I love you."

To which he replied, "I love you, too," leaning in to kiss her.

In the morning, Maggie was woken by the touch of soft lips on hers, and a velvet tongue softly caressing her kitty. "Mmm," she laughed. "If I'm going to be woken like this every time, I think I agree with Mike; it's time you two moved in here with me."

"Soon," promised Evie, sliding down to lie beside the older woman. Her hand came up to gently caress Maggie's breasts. "I love your body, so tall and lean without looking skinny or lanky. Mike said you used to model."




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 05



"Mmhmm, when I was in high schoooool. God, Mike, what are you doing under there?" she said. "I'm sorry, sweetie; what was I saying?"

Evie laughed. "I know; sometimes, his tongue finds just the right spot and drives everything else out of the room. You modeled in high school."

"Oh, yeah. For a couple of years, before he was born, and a few times after, before Ellie was born. After she came along, I got involved in Harry's business.

"Oh, yes, Mike! Right there, honey, please...mmmmmm." Maggie reached over to grab the back of Evie's head and pulled her in for a kiss. As the two women exchanged tongues, Mike pushed his in to probe the inside of his mother's birthing canal, eliciting another deep moan.

Mike's left hand made its way to his mother's right breast, to roll the engorged nipple between his fingers. His right hand made itself busy, probing her cunt while he teased her clit, quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm. When he felt her tighten up prior to her release, he moved up over and into her, triggering her first orgasm of the morning.

As he began to pump his hips into her, their lips meshed, and Maggie's arms and legs encircled him. Her hips began to move with him, rapidly bringing their moment of explosion closer.

Evie sat on her heels, off to the side watching them, enthralled. Her hands were busy, one at her breast, the other between her legs, propelling her along the same road as her boy friend and his mother.

Maggie came first, tightening her arms and legs, forcing Mike into her as deeply as possible as she broke the kiss and howled out her passion. The sight of her lover's mother rapture triggered Evie's, whose orgasmic groan seemed to coincide with the explosion of Mike's spend into his mother.

He collapsed on to Maggie, where he rested for a couple of minutes before he was pushed off by Evie, who pushed her face and tongue into Maggie's crotch as soon as it was clear. Her agile delicate tongue soon had searched out each and every stray drop of cum, in the process bringing Maggie to another small orgasm.

"Unghh! Enough, you two! You're going to make it impossible for me to get anything done today. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, my sweets, but next time give me enough warning so I can schedule the day off so I can return the favors. I dearly want to sample that kitten of yours, Evie, and clean my son's sperm from it, but today I simply don't have time to do it properly."

She sat up and pushed herself back against the headboard. "Evie, why don't you join me in the shower while Mike goes down and makes the coffee and gets us some juice. If we're not out by then, he can use the shower in the bathroom in the hall." Taking Evie's hand, she swung her feet off the bed and pulled the young blonde along with her.

Evie watched, with some trepidation as Maggie soaped up a wash cloth. She sniffed, wondering what the spicy, musky scent was, unfamiliar with the scent of patchouli. Maggie watched the young woman as she replaced the soap bar on the built in shelf. She reached out and took hold of Evie's shoulder and began to lightly massage the young woman's back with the soapy cloth.

Evie relaxed under the hands of her boy friend's mother as they glided over her back and butt. She allowed herself to be turned, exposing her stomach and chest to the soapy flannel. When Maggie avoided her breasts, the younger woman was surprised, a reaction which increased to shock when Maggie dropped to her knees and began to wash her legs.

The puzzlement was plain on he face when Maggie stood up without attending to Evie's crotch. "Don't worry," Maggie said, with a smile. She bent down and lightly kissed the younger blonde, teasing her lips with a delicate tonguing. Evie opened her mouth to accept Maggie's tongue, and moaned when she felt her breasts being soaped by two very gentle hands.

She reached out and pulled Maggie closer, reaching down to grab her lower cheeks and hold her tightly against her body. Maggie pulled back and, with a gentle laugh, said, "Relax, dear. We've plenty of time."

One of Maggie's hands began to caress the breast it held, cleaning it thoroughly. Her other hand slid down Evie's soapy front, pausing to probe her navel, and move on, through her fine haired thatch, into her slit, pausing to gently caress her clitoris.

When Maggie felt Evie relax, she turned her to face the wall of the shower. "Lean against the wall," she said and slid her hand over Evie's ass cheek, down her crack until she found her rosebud. Maggie's thumb caressed and massaged the surrounding area, coaxing the young woman to push back against her thumb. Maggie gently pushed her thumb into Evie's dark hole, searching for her clit with the middle fingers of the same hand as her other hand moved up to caress Evie's now pendulous breasts.

In a voice almost too soft to be heard, Evie moaned, "Please, don't stop now. Make me come, please."

Maggie leaned down and kissed Evie on the back of the neck before she said, "Of course, dear. Are you nearly ready?" Evie, not trusting her ability to speak, simply nodded. Maggie rocked her hand back, driving her thumb into Evie as far as she could, and pulled her fingers back until she felt the opening to her son's girl friend's vagina, and plunged them in nearly three knuckles deep, causing a groan which sounded like it came from Evie's toes, as she triggered an orgasm unlike any Evie had ever experienced.

Maggie supported Evie by the arm across her chest while her other hand was busy stimulating Evie's anus and vagina by forcing them around the edges of the two openings, forcing them to open as much as she could. It quickly became more than the young girl could stand and she slumped to the floor of the shower, taking Maggie with her.

Maggie gathered Evie to her and held her in her arms until she had recovered. "Shit, Maggie! What did you do to me? I've never come that hard; not even when my dad used a dildo in my ass while he fucked my pussy. Until now, I think that was the hardest."

"It was something Mike did to his aunt which she shared with me. Not the stretching, just the penetration. I wanted to make it feel as much like a real DP as I could. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not in any way that counts. I think I might have bruised my knees when I fell on the floor. Thank you for the orgasm. I owe you one, now. I'll try to repay you in kind."

Maggie laughed. "Not necessary, sweetie, but thank you for the thought. We'd best be getting ready before your new man comes looking for us."

"If you say so. I'm ready for a nap."

That's fine. You can use my bed after we get you dried off a bit."

Part LXIII

For the first time since Ellie had left for Europe, nearly seven weeks ago, Mike found himself alone. Maggie had a personnel committee meeting at the office, and Evie had just left to go to work at Waverly's. He went into his father's office and pulled up the spreadsheet he was working on to divide the family wealth.

He pulled out the fiscal year end audit which the company attorney had mailed while he was gone. He quickly glanced through the audit, nearly losing it when he got to the bottom line. The company had ended the year with a distributable profit of 1.5M.

His 75K had been paid into a trust account his parents had set up for him when the company started showing a small profit. He looked through the papers in the bundle from the lawyer. His trust account was now worth 1.25M. "Holy Shit!" he whispered. "I'm almost rich. Son of a bitch, thank you, Dad."

He went back to the audit report. Currently, he and Ellie together owned ten percent of the company. Taking everything into account, his share represented just over 1M. A quick calculation showed his mother's holding represented nearly 10.25M against his father's 8M.

Similarly, the family's securities totaled just over 10M at the close of business, June 15. Since then the market had made a bit of a recovery. Since most of the securities had been bought in even quantities, they could be easily split between Harry and Maggie, with neither feeling shorted.

He quickly filled in the spread sheet showing the divisions, according to three scenarios; first was the even division he had shown Maggie earlier; second was one where the company, as a corporation, bought back all of the stock and hired Harry and Maggie in their present positions; third, Harry begged, borrowed or stole every cent he could raise and bought out Maggie and the kids. In each, Harry continued to pay Ellie's school costs, Mike and Ellie wound up with the cabin and its property, the other community property was evenly divided, and Harry had to apologize for his infidelities and their role in breaking up the family.

He looked over his work, and satisfied, printed up two copies. He left one with an explanatory note for Maggie on the kitchen table, telling her he was dropping off a copy with Harry then going on to wait for Evie at her place.

Even though he still had the key, Mike thought it best if he rang his father's apartment before going up. Given that it was mid-late afternoon, he was surprised when the intercom buzzed. "Hello?" came a familiar feminine voice.

"Marty; Mike Nelson. Is Dad there? I have something for him."

"No, but come on up. I was on my out, but I'll wait for you."

When he got off the elevator at the eighteenth floor, the apartment door was open, waiting for him. Inside, he found Marty, dressed in a professional looking dark blue suit with a pastel green scarf tucked in to cover her cleavage. "Wow," he said with a smile, "you sure do dress up nice. Not sure I'd have known you if I saw you out. Where's Dad?"

"He had to go to Springfield. I'm waiting on a cab to take me to my new place. Thanks to you, I saw it coming, though I almost beat it. I was sure he was going to let me stay, then he saw your Mom downtown about a week ago. Now, I'm not sure he wants a divorce. He's moping around here, saying he should never have let her go. He'll be back tomorrow if you need to talk to him."

Just then the intercom buzzed. "That should be my cab." She grabbed the handle on her pull-along bag. "See you around, Mike. Too bad you didn't stick around that day. I think we could have had some fun, the three of us," and with that, she was gone.

Mike shook his head and smiled, thanking the powers that be that he hadn't stayed that morning. He wrote an explanatory note on the envelope containing the suggested settlements and told his father he'd most likely be available after noon tomorrow if he needed to talk. By the time he got out of the apartment, it was nearly 5:30. With luck, he'd be at Evie's by six.

Part LXIV

Turning down Evie's street, he wondered at the momentarily heavy traffic he had encountered, but since it had been such a short distance, he chalked it up to the vagaries of fate. He pulled to the curb in front of her apartment building, and grabbed his overnight bag before getting out of the car. As he locked the Jeep he saw a police patrol car pull into the street from the four lane which crossed it at the end of the block.

Anna answered his knock right away. "Evie called a bit ago and said she was on her way. I wonder what's taking her so long."

"There's a lot of traffic in the area. She's probably stuck in that. How are you?"

"Anxious," she said iwth a soft smile. "Ellie said she had some good news to share..."

The doorbell interrupted her.

Shit happens. And it is never convenient, nor pleasant. That's why it's shit. It was just a simple "ding dong," but when you're anxious, even happy anxious, the simplest of sounds can sound ominous.

For no reason she could identify, Anna suddenly became fearful and fell, more than sat, back into the chair behind her. "Michael, would you..."

He opened the door to find an older plainclothes policeman and a young uniformed policewoman. "Is Mrs Masters at home?" the officer asked.

"I...In here," she said, her voice faltering.

The policewoman approached her, carrying a plastic bag. "Ma'am," she asked in a soft voice, "is Evelyn Masters your daughter?" Numbly, fearing the worst, she nodded. "I'm sorry, there was an accident; she was killed instantly."

Anna sat there, shaking her head, not wanting to believe, at the same time knowing it was true. Slowly the tears began to spill down her cheeks and she looked to the policewoman for answers to questions she didn't know how to ask.

Mike stood there against the door, unable to breathe, unable to move or support himself. He, too, shook his head in disbelief, sliding to the floor, his gut suddenly tied in knots the size of Rhode Island. "No, please God, no!" he cried as he hit the floor. The male officer turned around and helped Mike to his feet and led him to the couch.

"We are both sorry for your loss. Is there anyone we can call for you, to come help you?"

Mike and Anna both shook thei heads. "What happened?" she asked.

The male officer answered, "It looks like she was waiting to pull out of the parking lot by the restaurant around the corner."

"Yes. We own it."

"Well, a construction dump truck halffull of gravel was passing by, probably speeding somewhat--the driver was on his way to the hospital where his wife was having their first baby--he says he hit a bump kinda hard and something in the driver side wheel broke causing the back of the truck to swerve to the right. The rear wheels hit your daughter's car and slapped it into the side of the restaurant. Her neck was apparently broken by the initial impact."

"You said the driver was speeding. How fast..." Mike tried to ask.

"Who are you?" the officer asked.

"My name is Mike Nelson. Evie and I, we got engaged yesterday."

"Ohhh, Michael," Anna cried and began to sob.

The officer looked at Mike, sorrow written plainly on his face. "I am so sorry, young man. The driver admitted to doing between 45 and 50 in the 35 mile zone. Looking at how far Ms Masters' car traveled sideways, it was likely closer to 60, but we won't know until the forensics team gets done." He saw the question on their faces. "Whenever there's an unattended death, accidental or otherwise, there is a forensic team assigned to investigate the death, to determine how and why it occurred."

"Now what?" Anna asked. "What happens now?"

"Your daughter is on the way to the morgue, where a medical examiner will decide whether a full autopsy is needed or not. If not, you will be able to have her picked up in a couple of days. If so, then the ME will let you know.

"There's also the question of organ donation. Is that something..."

"Yes, of course, whatever can be of use," Anna answered, with the first spark of life since the officers had entered the apartment.

"Good. We'll notify the ME. You said you own the restaurant, then you might want to get an engineer in to examine the impact area to assess any damage. The investigation will take a few days. But, I imagine, you will probably be closed anyway. Here's my card," he said, fishing one out from his inside coat pocket, "If I can be of any more help."

The young woman got up from sitting beside Anna. "Here are her purse and items we recovered from the car. It'll be taken to the police lot on Williams Road for examination by the lab. If anything you think should be here but isn't, there'll be someone there to assist you in looking for it. I'm really very sorry, Mrs Masters, Mr Nelson."

After the officers left, the pair sat in their respective seats for a few minutes, each lost in their own grief. Finally Mike moved. He got up and went to Anna, where he pulled her up into his arms and held her tightly. Aware of her breasts against his chest, it took him several seconds to register the fact she was sobbing against his chest.

He leaned back and tilted her face up towards his. "Let's pack you some clothes and get out of here. I'm taking you to my house. You shouldn't be alone for the next few days."

She nodded. "Thank you. Should you call your mother and let her know?"

"No. I think that is best done face to face. She loved Evie as much as I did. Do you have the phone numbers for the rest of the workers. We should call them tonight, before it hits the news."

"Yes. The address book, by the phone in the kitchen. In the basket on the wall." She started down the hall to her bedroom, but was back in less than a minute. "Ohh, Michael! What am I going to do without her? And you, she loved you so much. When she told me you were coming to work for us, she told me she was going to marry you, however long she had to wait for you to ask her. And then this..."

"It's okay, Anna. We will get through this. I know she loved me, and she knew I loved her. I also know, whatever else she was feeling at the time, she was happy and satisfied with her life. Everything was going well for her. She had her family, her job, us, all of it highly positive for her. That's what we have to focus on, not how much we've lost. Go now, pack."

Part LXV

Maggie was in her office, catching up her journal. She had just got off the phone with Ellie, who had called to bring her up to date on her life. Maggie had shared Mike's news, knowing he would have wanted her to do so. She wondered if and when he'd tell Harry. She glanced at the spread sheets Mike had left her. She'd had no idea they were doing so well. Money was not something she worried about, tending to live simply, out of both habit and inclination.

Thinking about how much she could get if Harry bought her out made her think of an old dream she'd had. She wondered if the place was still there, and if it was available.

She heard the door open and wondered who could be coming in. Mike was supposed to be spending the night at Evie's.

"Hello! Who is it?" she called, leaving her study.

"Hey, Mom; it's me. Anna's with me, to stay a while."

"Anna? Stay? Why? What's happened, Michael? Where's Evie?" she asked, and to her horror, watched her son fall to his knees, sobbing. She looked at Anna, whose face was also starting to crumble. "No, dear God, no! What happened? Tell me!"

Mike managed to get enough control to tell her what they knew. "Oh my Lord," she said softly. "The poor child. Instantly, you said. Thank you, Lord, for that.

"What have you done, anything? Called anyone?"

"No. I just had Anna pack some clothes and brought her here. She shouldn't be alone right now." he answered, getting to his feet.

"Nor you, either. Well, we need to call your staff, Anna. Did you..." The older woman nodded. "And we need to get a sign up first thing in the morning. I'll have the company's print shop make one. How long do you think, a week?"

"We also need to get an engineer in," Mike told her, "to inspect the building where the car hit it, to see if there's any structural damage. We drove by, but couldn't see anything, so we couldn't really tell."

"Maybe Harry knows of someone. Do you want to call him, or do you want me..."

"He's out of town, up in Springfield. He won't be home until late morning, tomorrow."

Anna broke in. "I know a real estate broker. She might know of someone. I can call her tonight."

And on into the late evening it went, helping the grief stricken mothers and fiancé begin to come to terms with their loss and settling or arranging for the myriad of details accompanying one's final departure.

As it drew toward midnight, Maggie said, "Well, it's late, but we have a good start on tomorrow. Anna, I'm guessing you'd rather not sleep alone tonight. Would you like to share my bed?"

With a look and sigh of relief, she answered, "May I? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. And you, Mike? Would you like to join us?" Seeing the look of shock on Anna's face, she said, "It's just for companionship and comfort, Anna, no sex," she paused, "unless you want to join us," she added with a smile.




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The older brunette looked at the young man who was going to have been her son. "You... and Evie... with...?"

"Part of what we were going to tell you tonight was an invitation to join us in the morning for a threesome. Evie had set up some guidelines about who and when besides her I could have sex with. She expected me to continue to have sex with you on a regular basis. You, my mom and my sister. Anyone else and I needed to get her okay.

"When we were together before, she said she'd share, but not be shared. She said men cheat, this way she'd know when and who with. By giving me carte blanch with you three, she said it should eliminate my need to stray."

"But...your mother and your sister?"

Maggie looked at her. "Anna, who was your first lover?"

Anna looked at her, shocked, then she blushed. "My uncle. It would have been my father, but he was out of the country in the service when I turned sixteen."

"And what did you tell me about mothers and sons in your family?"

"When the sons turned sixteen, it was the mother's job to train them to be good lovers, and the training was to continue until they were married."

"And now, my friend, will you help me train my son to be a better lover?"

With her first smile of the evening, Anna replied. "If I'm remembering the other evening correctly, it may kill me, but yes, Maggie, I'll be happy to try."

To be continued.

I fully expect to be pilloried for this chapter. Before that happens, let me say that, emotionally, this was the hardest chapter to write I have ever attempted. In a lot of ways, it was similar to pulling a scab off a partially healed sore. I can, therefore, fully sympathize with those of you who object to Evie's death. I can only say that it was necessary. I am also aware that necessity will probably not be obvious to you, even by the end of this saga.

—jb7

no, I don't want to explain it now. Jb7



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Life sends Mike another curve ball, but a nicer one. The effects of, and adapting to, the accident. Not a lot of sex, but a lot about life as Mike, Maggie and Anna plan to move on. Enjoy. Jb7

Chapter 6

Part LXVI

Sunlight, making its way in thru the west facing windows in Maggie's bedroom woke Mike. He opened his eyes to find Maggie watching him. "Good morning, love," she said. "Are you ready for today? I'm here to help however I can. Just ask."

He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "No, I don't think I am ready, but that doesn't matter. Whether I'm ready or not, life is going to go on. How are you?"

"Sad, just so frightfully sad. I can't bear to think I'll never see that wonderful smile, or hear her silly, dirty laugh."

"Or suffer from her awful smelly farts again," Anna added, letting them know she was awake. "We used to threaten to sell her to the Army to use as a chemical weapon. Or didn't your relationship get that far, Michael?"

"Not this time. But before, yeah. I'd forgotten. She used to blame the smell on me stopping next to a sewer, and I bought it, until I heard her one time. Did you ever see anyone look embarrassed and brazen at the same time? That's how she looked," he answered, laughing.

Anna rolled over, pressing her nude body against his back. He felt her nipples, hard pebbles surrounded by the cushy softness of her pillowy breasts. "It's good to hear you laugh. Evie would have wanted that." 

She reached down to take hold of his flaccid staff. "She would have wanted you to keep using this, too; and since I was going to be invited into a threesome this morning, I think we should honor that intention. Don't you, Maggie?"

"Whenever it's used appropriately, sex can be a powerful weapon against depression and sadness; so, yes, Anna, I think Michael should make love to both of us, and we should also make love to each other. Are you up for it, chef Mike, to create a dish of sex suitable for this menage a trois?" She rose, to kneel on the bed, facing Mike and Anna.

"I think so, if you'll pardon the sort of obscene pun. A double dish of hair pie, served with a generous dressing of man sauce, finishing with a delightful peach and popsicle sandwich," he answered, trying not to laugh.

"Michael Nelson!" his mother exclaimed, laughing. "Please, there are ladies present."

"Where?" asked Anna, with a giggle.

"Well," Maggie huffed, sitting back on her heels, "there were... last year," she finished, with a grin. "So, my dear son, how do we begin this delicious feast?"

"Why don't you two begin to warm up the pies while I go attend to my bladder..."

"Me first," cried Anna, scooting off the foot of the bed.

"Me, too," Maggie said, laughing. "Why don't you use the one in the hall, Mike? Then, we'll all be ready at the same time." Mike nodded and slid to the edge of the bed.

A few minutes later, Mike returned to a still empty room. In the en suite, he could hear the women laughing and giggling like high school girls, interspersed with some suspicious moans. Thinking about what it might mean, he grinned and positioned himself in the middle of his mother's king size bed, sitting with his back against the headboard..

Soon the women came out of the en suite, having obviously taken some time to put on some make up. Since they had returned from their trip to the cabin, Maggie had, on occasion, used some flavored body make up-- chocolate, cherry and apricot, each its own distinctive color. 

This morning, she had obviously used cherry on her nipples and, it looked like, apricot on her labia. Anna, on the other hand, had opted for a combination of chocolate nips and cherry lips. With a wide smile, and tears in his eyes, he said, "In spite of everything, right now, I'm the luckiest man in the world, to be able to make love with two of the most fabulous women anywhere." Opening his arms wide, he welcomed them back to bed.

"We did rock, paper, scissors," Maggie said, "and Anna won first climax. How do you want to start, sweetie?" she asked, reaching out to stroke his half flaccid staff. 

"Mmmm, that feels good. Why don't you get him ready, Mom, while I spend some time checking out the quality of what looks like your cherry make up?" he suggested, and slid down on the bed so Anna could straddle his face.

As the older brunette settled herself, Mike felt his mother's mouth glide down his shaft, engulfing all of his rapidly growing staff. A chorus of appreciative moans was emitted by the trio, eliciting a combination of laughs and more mmmmm's. 

Mike felt his mother withdrawing from deep throating him, and both heard and felt the pop as he left her mouth. "This guy is ready for you, Anna; do you want to switch right now?"

"N ...n ...no, M...m...maggie, I ...I... I'mmm uuunnnggghhh f ...f...fine for ooohhhhh now; y... y... ooooouuuu ....gooohhhh a ...a...headddd uunnnnhhh" gasped Anna, lifting herself off Mike's face. "Damn you, Michael; what are you doing down there?" she asked, breathing hard, leaning her head against the wall. "It feels like you're fucking me with your tongue."

"Trying," he said, "but it's not quite long enough, so I'm having to improvise. It's working, huh?" He felt Maggie's cunt slide down his cock. "Oh, god, Mom, that feels so good. I've missed you the last few days."

"I've got to see this," Anna said, turning around and repositioning herself on Mike's face. She watched as Maggie began to rise and fall with Mike's cock penetrating her quim. "Fuck, that's hot!" she enthused, and reached out to feel Maggie's breasts and kiss her.

Maggie's hands quickly copied the ones mauling her A cups while Mike resumed his tongue work below, and the mother-son team soon had Anna coming on his face. After the emotional onslaught of the previous day, it was as much as she could stand and she collapsed to the side of the young man beneath her. 

Maggie quickly dropped down on Mike, kissing away Anna's spend which coated his face. His knees came up between her legs, blocking her hips. She relaxed, resting on her elbows as he took control and began to thrust his hips upwards, pounding into her. In a very few minutes he felt the tell tale tingle in the back of his knees signaling his climax was imminent. "I...I'm almost..."

"Me, too, darling. Go for it." Maggie began to squeeze and release her Kegels, increasing the friction in her sheath. It was enough. She barely felt the first splash of Mike's cream before her own climax forced her to push her legs back and arch her back as she opened her mouth in a silent howl.

Maggie and Mike collapsed together. Mike rolled his mother to his side, opposite Anna, and reached for the busty black haired beauty, pulling her up to lie beside them in his other arm.

"That was one of the hottest things I've seen. How long have you been..." Anna started to ask.

"Mmm, just about a month. Isn't that right, Mike?"

"Yeah. The silliness the night Ellie got home, if you can even count it, and the next night with that teasing game the two of you played on me. I don't know if you both got on me or if it was one of you twice. But for certain, the afternoon we got to the cabin we made love, and almost every day since."

"Can I ask how you got started?"

Mike glanced at the clock over his mother's head. "That's probably best left for another time. I've got to get the sign up at the restaurant about being closed, and get to our suppliers to let them know." He began to untangle himself from the women and sit up. 

Behind his back, Maggie and Anna made eye contact, and with a nod and a smile, they pulled him back down. "Not just yet," Maggie said. "You're not fit to go out in public. Anna, do you want to do the honors?"

"Mmmhmmm," she answered and sat up to bend down and slurp Mike's lingam into her mouth, cleaning Maggie's residue from him. When she was done, Mike was as erect and hard as he had ever been. With a sigh, she said, "Unfortunately he's right, and we don't have any more play time. Join me in the shower, Maggie?"

"Guess it's the hall shower for you, Mike. Maybe next time," Maggie said, bending down to give him a quick peck on the lips as he moaned in frustration.

It was shortly before noon when Mike got to the restaurant to put up the closed notice. By the time the women got to the kitchen for breakfast, he had showered, dressed and put together a batch of scones and popped them in the oven. 

Over scones and coffee, he and Anna had discussed what should be done about the staff, and how to best use the time the establishment would be closed. They had decided a thorough cleaning was about all they had time for. Anna was to contact a professional cleaning company to come in. The regular kitchen staff would come in to assist and be on hand to advise if needed.

After dropping Anna at her apartment to get her car, he pulled into the parking lot behind the restaurant, and saw the delivery from Pedersen's piled behind the building by the back door. They had been too late to stop the delivery when they called, but were told Geordie would be back to pick up the vegetables right after his lunch break.

He opened the door and went through to tape the closed notice to the inside of the front door window. "Hello, anyone here?" called a vaguely familiar feminine voice.

"Wait there; I'm coming," he called back. Walking into the kitchen, he saw the female policewoman who had brought them the news of the accident. "Officer McIntyre? Is something wrong?"

"Mr Nelson. I was right; it was your car. I thought I saw you getting out of it yesterday. No, nothing's wrong. Just checking to make sure everything's alright, as much as possible, anyhow. How are you doing?"

"As well as can be expected, I guess. Life has to go on, and things have to get done so that can happen. Can I get you some coffee or anything?"

"Coffee would be great if it's not too much trouble. You work here? Is that how you and Evie met?"

"No, we used to date, a few years ago. We just got back together and everything just seemed to click. I started working here Friday. Their usual cook quit without much notice and Evie asked if I could fill in until they found someone." Mike walked to the serving station and turned on the pod brewer and popped in one of the house coffee pods.

"And you could do that, just like that?" she asked, watching him.

"Well, I guess it helped that I just graduated from chef's school a month ago." He pulled the full cup from the brewer and set it down in front of her with a carton of half and half and some sugar packets.

The officer laughed. "Yeah, that would help." She took a sip of black coffee and nodded.

"Did you know Evie?" Mike asked, preparing another cup of coffee.

"My junior year at college, we were on the same dorm unit. She was a junior, too. We got along pretty well, and we've run into each other now and then, at malls and such." She looked at him over her cup. 

"You must be the guy she was so gaga over. I remember her talking about some guy she was going to visit at school. But then I heard she got married and divorced within a year. Since then, I haven't seen or heard much of anything, though. Mostly because of the job; I don't have the free time I used to."

"Unusual job for a woman, isn't it?" Mike asked, consciously steering the conversation away from the painful topic.

"Not as much as it used to be, and not as bad here as in the bigger towns and cities. Well, I better get back to work. Thanks for the coffee. She set her empty coffee cup down. "If there's any way I can help, holler. My name's Sara, by the way...Mike?"

He nodded. "Thanks, Sara. Stop in anytime. Coffee's on me."

"Thanks, I will." With a warm smile, she turned and left.

Mike had just started to make a list of what needed to be done in terms of cleaning when there was another knock on the back door. He opened it to see Geordie standing there. "Hey, Geordie; you here to pick up the vegetables?"

"Yess'r, Msr Mike. Is there a probbem? Ms Evie, she allus get em evry Tu'sd'y. Same 'uns, evry Tu'sd'y."

Mike looked at him in surprise. "You haven't heard, Geordie? Evie died in an accident yesterday." Watching the shock, disbelief, and realization play out over the large man's face forced Mike to relive his own horror at hearing the news. He felt the tears begin to gather.

"No! Msr Mike, tell me y'us jokin' me. You gotsta be! Mean as it is, y'u gotsta be jokin'!" The large black man slumped against the door, knowing the young man in front of him wasn't joking. "Wha' happened, Msr Mike?"

"I'm not sure, Geordie. The police told us a construction truck was speeding past the restaurant just as she was leaving. Something broke in the suspension of the driver's front wheel and the back swung around and hit her car broadside, smacking it into the building. They say she died instantly."

Geordie slid to the floor, his back against the door."That wuz her? I heard sumpn on the news, but...oh dear God, take care of that chile. What am I going to do? She wuz t'only reason I got me this job. She made me get myse'f straight. 

"That little girl, she stood right there and poked me right in the heart and tol' me to git my shit together. That's just how she said it. Git yer shit together, she said, or I'll let them fire your ass. Whut do I do now, Msr Mike?" Geordie looked up at Mike, tears running down his cheeks.

Mike shook his head, smiling at the thought of Evie confronting the small giant sitting on the floor in his kitchen. He dropped to the floor to sit next to him, their shoulders touching. "I'm not sure Geordie. You know, the other day, after you left, she told me we were engaged. I never asked her to marry me. I just told her I couldn't see myself married to anyone else, and, just like that, she said we were a couple."

"Yep, that sound like her," Geordie laughed. "I think y'u mi' have a bigger probb'm than me, Msr Mike."

"You might be right, Geordie, but the answer is the same. We both have a bit of Evie in our hearts. Whenever you begin to wonder if what you're doing is wrong, you just ask her, and listen to your heart."

"Yess'r, Msr Mike, thass whut I'll do. Thank y'u."

Part LXVII

Maggie steeled herself before picking up the phone and dialing her husband's number. He answered on the third ring.

"Harry, this is Maggie. I'm calling to... did you see the news, about that accident at Waverly's restaurant? ...The young woman who was killed, she was engaged to Mike ...they told me Sunday ...I don't know, the medical examiner still has the body... Yes, I had met her. She was a lovely young woman and would have been a good wife for him ...what about the settlement? I can't discuss that right now... Maybe later this week, or next week would be even better ... if you want to come over, fine. Call to make sure Mike's here. ...same to you, Harry. Good bye."

She hung up the phone and took a deep breath, thankful the conversation hadn't gone on any longer. Not having to deal with him the past few weeks had been like a cool shower on a hot, muggy day. Now she had to call her daughter. Mike had suggested she arrange a Skype call that evening. He said he'd be home by four.

Anna sat on the couch in the living room of the apartment she had shared with her daughter, looking around. How, she wondered, would she be able to continue living here, surrounded by memories of her only child. They had been here since Evie was twelve, the year she and Joe had bought the restaurant. Through some creative financing, they had also been able to purchase the eight-apartment building. When Evie had married Marco, the young couple had been able to move into the apartment across the hall. As soon as he had moved out, Anna had had the two units combined into a sort of penthouse, a single apartment comprising the top floor.

She realized, since there was no more family, at least not geographically, or emotionally, close, she'd be better off selling the apartments and buying a small house in town. One of the attractions of the apartment had been its proximity to the restaurant. Did she even want it anymore. It had started out as Joe's baby. When he had walked out, she kept it as an income source, then Evie had taken it on after her divorce. While Anna was still owner and general manager, it had really been Evie's business. Mike's influence over the weekend had shown so much promise, but now, why would he want to stay? It had to be as emotionally fraught for him as the apartment was for her. She had to have a talk with him, to find out what he wanted to do. Maybe tonight. Tomorrow, she'd start packing Evie's clothes.

When Mike got home Maggie was out by the pool, a pitcher of daiquiris on the table next to her, reading a magazine about the Adirondack region of New York. When he joined her, she was looking at an article about available small businesses in the region, reading about a small dinner theatre plus inn not far from Saratoga, near the cabin.

Harry called that evening to express his condolences. He had actually sounded sincere, and said he'd be in touch next week to talk about the settlement. Looking at everything on paper had given him some ideas.

The Skype conference had been more tears as Ellie let her emotions run free for several minutes. She'd offered to come home for the funeral, but Mike and Maggie had convinced her to stay in England. Mike had suggested he might come over at Christmas time with Maggie. Ellie urged him to do so.

Anna heard from the ME. It was plain that Evie's death had been due to severe sideways whiplash, which had snapped her spinal column and cord, resulting in instantaneous death. She probably hadn't even been aware of the collision, he had told her. Anna could have her picked up at the end of the week, after her useable organs and tissues had been collected.

Anna shared her decision to sell the apartment building and buy a small place in the town. She also raised the issue of possibly selling the restaurant, asking Mike's opinion. When he was hesitant to advise her, she explained she would find it hard to deal with the constant reminders of her daughter's happiness at the site of her tragic ending. 

If she were to continue running Waverly's she would be forced to hire a manager to handle the day to day operations, of which the kitchen was only part. And, she was concerned about his feelings in having to be surrounded by numerous daily reminders of his own loss. In the end, they decided to wait and see, to give it until the end of September.

Part LXVIII

At Evie's memorial service, following her cremation, the number of people attending reminded Mike of the aphorism, 'if you want a lot of people at your funeral, die young.' There were family friends, high school classmates and friends, college friends, regular customers, suppliers, professional friends and acquaintances, some of Anna's family who had made the trip from Memphis, and some friends of Mike who had heard about their relationship.

Carol, Jim and Sally made the trip from Rhode Island: Harry came, along with several people from the office; even Marty showed up and seemed really sorry for Mike. Geordie was there and hugged both Mike and Anna, at the same time. Sara arrived with a young man who seemed very intense and apparently resented being there. She made a point of speaking to both Anna and Mike, asking him if he would be at Waverly's the next day.

The memorial service had been an afternoon affair, two weeks after Evie's death. In that time, Mike had been at the restaurant every day, supervising the cleaning and getting ready for the re-opening. Sara had not missed a day he was there, stopping for coffee when she was working.

In their conversations, she had shared that she had majored in forensic sciences in college, wanting to get into law enforcement, following her father, who had been killed by a hit and run driver while on duty. It had taken the forensic team only four days to identify and track down the car and driver responsible. She had taken the civil service exam, and was number four on the list; she just had to wait for openings. 




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Meanwhile, she had moved in with her boyfriend, the intense young man who had accompanied her, a law student heading into his final year. While he had labored thru school, Sara had supported them in an apartment on the outskirts of New Haven for most of the past three years. It was often a tense situation since he had developed a rather dim view of the law enforcement system and frequently pointed out both its shortcomings and abuses to her.

Mike was friendly, listened closely, offered advice when he had something constructive to say, but otherwise was simply supportive. They found they had many similar interests in terms of music, books, movies and television. He introduced her to some new tastes, helping broaden her palate, and offered to teach her how to select wines to accompany a meal beyond the basic red/white division, understanding it would have to be an evening activity, when she was off duty.

Part LXIX 

The day after Evie's service, when Sara came into the restaurant, she was obviously upset, but refused to discuss it. "I just came in to give you this," she said handing him a manilla envelope. "It's a copy of the forensic report on Evie's accident. You know how she died. This explains, as much as possible, why. 

"Essentially, the inner tie rod on the driver's side failed, causing the back end of the truck, containing a ton of gravel, to swerve to the right, rotating around the dead wheel. The rear dual wheels impacted the car just in front of the driver's door. 

"They estimate the speed at impact was between 50 and 55 miles per hour. From the time the tie rod failed until impact was less than a second. There was nothing anyone could have done once the tie rod failed. As for speed being a factor, if the driver had been doing the speed limit, everything else being equal, Evie would have had about a half second longer of life. The ME says he doubts if side air bags would have been successful in preventing her death, given the mechanics of the situation.

"There's no telling why the tie rod failed. Best guess is that a hairline crack escaped detection during manufacture and that it's been corroding since it was installed, but it's only a guess. 

"It's also possible the weather and road conditions played a part. There's an expansion joint just a few feet from were the tie rod failed. With the weather being so warm, there would have been a significant bump over the joint. The force of the bounce might have caused the fracture. There is no way to definitely say."

Mike shook his head, staring blankly at the pages in his hand. "If she hadn't been rushing to get home... if she'd just taken a couple of extra minutes, to go to the bathroom or fix her make up or..." He started to choke up.

"Mike, are you okay?" Sara asked, taking hold of his arm.

He nodded and started to speak.

"Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice. "Is the owner here?"

Mike and Sara looked toward the front door, to see a young couple, the wife holding a baby. "I'm the manager," Mike said. "Can I help you? The owner won't be in until tomorrow."

"It's ...I ...we, that is..."

"Mike," Sara interrupted, "this is Will Crocker. He was driving the truck..."

"Yes, and I wanted to let the family know how sorry I am."

"Mr Crocker," Sara interrupted, "you shouldn't be here right now. You shouldn't be here at all."

"That's okay, Sara. I understand. Thank you, Mr Crocker. I'll tell Ms Masters you stopped by and what you said. I'm sure she'll appreciate it." He looked at the wife and baby. "Is this the baby you were hurrying to see?"

"Yes. Marisol Evelyn Crocker," the young driver said, his face somber.

"Evelyn, for..." Mike asked, and got a nod in answer.

"We...I wanted to honor her memory." the young man said.

"No, don't do that," Mike replied, forcefully. "Your little girl is going to have a difficult enough time growing up. Just her being there will always remind you of what happened. 

"It was a tragic accident and shouldn't have happened, but its origins are located five or ten years ago, not something you did or didn't do. There's no need to further complicate your little girl's life by labeling her with a bad memory. 

"Name her after her mother or grandmother, or a favorite aunt. Or call her Marisol Amelie Crocker, so all her friends can call her Mac."

The woman was rapidly nodding her head and looking at her husband. "I told you it wasn't a good idea. Now do you see?" she said, a slight Hispanic accent flavoring her words. She turned to Mike. 

"Thank you. I like the idea of Mac, but I don't like Marisol. That was his grandmother's name. A neighbor has a little girl named Miguela. I like that, with Ariel. MiguelAriel Crocker." She bent down and kissed the baby's forehead and looked back at Mike. "You were her fiancé?"

"Yes."

"You are very wise, and very kind. Thank you," she said and reached up to kiss his cheek. "Come, husband. Your business here is done." She turned to walk to the door. Her husband looked at her, stunned, then turned with a questioning look to Mike, who simply shrugged and smiled. With a huge shrug and sigh, the young driver turned and followed his wife, shaking his head.

Sara looked at Mike, a quizzical expression on her face. After a brief moment, it turned to a smile. "It's nice to know not all the men in the world are assholes. If I come in around nine, you free to buy me a drink?"

"For you, Sara, I'll be free anytime." His smile was warm, satisfied.

"I'll see you later then. I need someone to talk at." She turned to exit through the kitchen. Before following her, Mike took a moment to watch her walk away. 

"Hey, Sara, did I ever tell you how nice those uniform pants fit?" She turned scowling, which rapidly turned to a smile when she saw his grin.

"Maybe I was wrong about some men not being assholes," she said, trying to hide the smile, but her walk had a touch more sway and a little less swagger as she left the building.

Part LXX 

That night, over drinks, she told him how, the week before Evie's service, her boyfriend had said he was going to visit his parents, without her, as usual. When they got home from the memorial, they had walked into the apartment and found a woman, a stranger to her, with her boyfriend's clothes, books, and CDs all packed up. He'd introduced the woman as his fiancé. They had been engaged for nearly five years, the woman claimed.

Mike had been sitting across the booth from her. He quickly moved to sit beside her and pulled her into his arms, to hold her as she softly wept into his chest. "The frikking bastard!" she cried, finally. 

"And the sons of bitches at work aren't much better," she said, her sobs dying down."We have fifteen patrols on the road, some one man, most two, so there are a total of forty patrolmen. There are only five women, so they say they can't afford to give us a women only staff bathroom or locker room, and they're always walking in on us. Christ, you'd think they never saw a pussy before the way they gape at us. The alternative is to walk down to the lobby and use the public restroom. Not the most convenient solution at times.

"If I could find another job..." she went silent for a long pause. "Mike, I may be really screwing the pooch, jumping the gun here, because I know you're nowhere ready to even think about dating, let alone finding someone to take Evie's place in your life, but when you are ready, I'll be nearby, waiting."

Mike was silent for a long fifteen or twenty seconds. To the woman who had just bared her soul and heart, it seemed almost a year too long. She pushed herself away from Mike's chest. "Let me out please. I want to go home now."

"Why?"

"Why? I just threw myself at you and you didn't even acknowledge that I said anything at all. I obviously embarrassed myself and you. Now let me go."

"No, not yet." She started to try to push past him. "Goddam it, sit down and sit still!" he said firmly. "You said you were afraid you were jumping the gun. I don't know. How long do you mourn a fiancé? I don't have any fucking idea. I know my nerves are still so damn raw I... 

"When that guy came in this noon, I wanted to rip his throat out and cram that fucking report down it. And I wanted to wrap my arms around the three of them and invite them to cry with me. 

"Mostly, I wanted you to hold me when I did cry. I've wanted to hold you like I was just now for a long time, and I know Evie would understand and approve. She would say don't grieve, live on and live. And I will, but I owe it to her, and to you, as well as myself to let the scabs dry and fall off the nerves which are still so raw. 

"So, now I'll let you go, Sara, but don't go too far; I want to see that ass sometime without the uni pants," he said with a grin.

"You really are an asshole, aren't you?" she said with a smile and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then she settled back on his chest, her free hand inside his shirt, feeling his heart beat, feeling secure.

Part LXXI 

Wednesday and Thursday were Mike's days off, sort of. He was on call for questions, or emergencies. Bella was a good cook, without a lot of imagination, but she knew how to follow a recipe, and within a limited range, could make substitutions when necessary. 

The Wednesday after Sara's declaration, Mike was home, lounging around the pool. Maggie had gone into the city for one of her multitude of committee meetings.

He heard a familiar car engine in front of the house, closely followed by a car door slamming. A few minutes later, his father appeared, walking around the garage. "Hey, Dad; Been awhile. How you doing?"

"I'm fine. How are you getting along? I'm really sorry about your girl friend, Mike. Had you two been engaged long? I don't remember ever meeting her."

"You did, but I'm not surprised you don't remember. It was about three years ago; I brought her to the company picnic. We had been dating all summer, 'n' she came up to school for a long weekend. It was only half serious at the time. When Mom and I got back from the cabin, we stopped in for dinner at her family's restaurant on the way home. We heard her yelling at her head cook because he was quitting at the beginning of their busy season with only a week's notice.

"Long story short, Mom volunteered my service as a fill in. I got lucky with a couple of dishes and generated their biggest weekend ever. Along the way, we had a couple of dates and found the magic was still there. Sunday morning we got engaged; Monday evening, she was gone."

"Fuck! Christ, if that had happened to me and your mother, I'd have gone fucking berserk and...probably have killed someone including the mother fucker who was driving the truck."

"Thought about it, but it wasn't his fault. Some lazy or inattentive inspector six or seven years ago. Or not even lazy–just dumb bad luck that tie rod wasn't selected for inspection, or it was such a small crack, they figured it didn't matter, or...sixty-nine other reasons it might have been skipped. The driver feels bad enough. He even wanted to name his baby after Evie."

"You met the son of a bitch? And he's still living? You're a better man than I would have been in your situation." He raised his hand, waving a large envelope.

"Well, is your Ma around? I'd like to discuss one of these settlements with her. Are you sure of your figures about the worth of the company?"

"Mom's at one of her committee meetings. The numbers are taken from the audit report which was just done, by the auditors you hired. They any good?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't me; it was your mother. She insisted we spend the money and get it done right, to avoid any problems. She was right, as usual. While you were away at school, we were hit with a random IRS audit. When they saw who our auditors were, it was a pro forma review, adding up the balance sheet." He stopped and looked at Mike, mentally chewing on something.

"You're a stockholder. What would you say about selling the business, lock, stock and barrel? We've had a nibble. ConFast is interested, and has offered 25M plus enough more to cover three quarters of our tax liabilities due to the sale; the extra deferred until next year to ease the tax burden a little more."

"Wow! Money to be divided along present ownership lines, I take it, or were you going to try to buy Mom's stock?"

"No, I think it would be easier if we just divided it along present ownership, like you said."

"And the remaining property..."

"Split, just like you said. Keep it easy."

"Excuse me if I sound cynical, Dad, but it's all too easy after everything. What're you hiding?"

Harry grinned. "Always said you'd turn out like me, even if you aren't from my balls. Yeah, there's more. They're offering me the job of VPSales/North East. 

"As far as the settlement, I'll apologize to your Ma for my part in letting the marriage fail, if she acknowledges that she cheated first, and I want her to recognize my willingness to raise two kids, neither of which were mine." his voice began to grow hoarse as his anger began to rise. "I can see you know it. When did she tell you? How long have you known?" he demanded.

"When we went to the cabin this year, not even two months ago," Mike said, his voice flat. "How long have you known?"

Harry sat down on the chaise and looked at his son, as if judging him.

"Since before you were born. One of the reasons my first wife cheated on me was due to my inability to get her pregnant. The doc said my little swimmers were defective and tended to swim in circles. When Maggie told me she was pregnant and I was the father, I knew better, but I wasn't going to tell her no. Shit! It made my first wife's excuse worthless in town. 

"And bigger shit, me walking around with the prettiest girl in town on my arm, wearing my rings and carrying my baby. I felt twelve feet tall. And when I introduced her to business men as my wife, I could see my stock go up in their eyes." Unconsciously, Harry straightened his back and sat up, his shoulders back, as if he were strutting while sitting still. He stayed that way for a few seconds, then slumped.

"The second time though, goddam, that hurt! Hell, I thought we were doing pretty good. Business was growing; we were having sex three or four times a week. I said it was for a second baby, but shit, I knew that wasn't about to happen. Then she went to Boston for that fucking photographer, and five weeks later she told me she thought she was pregnant. I couldn't tell her the truth, but I knew... she had gone up there to screw that bastard, and he infected her with something so she was sick for a fucking year. 

"Well, I made sure she wouldn't cheat again; while she was pregnant, I told her I had a vasectomy. Then I found out, it didn't make any fucking difference, she couldn't get pregnant anyway." Flecks of saliva appeared at the corners of his mouth as Harry talked, the anger and hurt in his voice, palpable. When he was done, he hawked and spit . After a brief pause to collect himself and catch his breath, he went on.

"So, when she admits she cheated first, I'll apologize for screwing around. We both killed this fucking marriage." Harry stood up. "Wanna know something wild." he said, so softly Mike had to strain to hear him.

"If we could turn the time back to when Ellie was born, I'd still stay with her," he said, turning to face his son. "But I'd do it different. This time, I'd try to make it work. I'd try to get her to love me. I did love her; still do. I was just so goddam fucking mad... and couldn't let it go.

"You're a better man than me, son." He turned and left Mike there alone.

Part LXXII 

"He wants to sell? For 25M? Plus enough to cover most of the taxes. Hmmm. Did he say who he wanted to call him with our decision?"

"No, and there was more, Mom, about his apology. He said he would, if..."

"If what? What possible condition could he ask for if he's going to sell his company?"

"Uhh, he wants you to acknowledge you cheated first, and give him credit for raising two kids who weren't his." Mike winced, expecting an explosion from his mother.

Instead, in a soft voice, Maggie asked, "You didn't tell him anything, did you, Mike?"

"Only that you had told me, after he said he wanted you to acknowledge..." 

"He knew, and he never said a word. Never made an accusation. And treated you and Ellie just like you were his own. I can't believe that man. He can be such a bastard, and then you learn something like this about him. Did he say anything about why he didn't..."

"He said one of the reasons his first wife cheated was his inability to get her pregnant. Then the prettiest woman in town announces she's pregnant with his baby. He said all of a sudden he felt twelve feet tall. And when you got pregnant with Ellie, he said it hurt, but it was just more proof his first wife was lying when she said he wasn't man enough to give her a baby.

"He also said if he could go back in time to when Ellie was born, he'd be different; that he'd try to make you love him, like he loved you."

Maggie looked up at her son, her cheeks wet with tears. "That son of a bitch," she said, grinning. "I could have; I could have forgiven him for cheating while I was sick, and for expecting too much of me." She sighed. "Coulda, woulda, shoulda. It's all water under the bridge, and it's too late to repair the marriage, but maybe we can have an amicable divorce so we don't do battle every time we meet." She stood up. "I'll call him later. First, you, Anna and I have to have a talk."

Part LXXIII

Sara parked the patrol car and hurried inside the station, headed straight for the unisex bathroom provided for the police officers. Her bladder was screaming for release, and she hoped one of the three stalls was available. She was lucky; just as she walked in, one of the other policewomen came out of the first stall. They passed each other with the smile one has for those who share a needless inconvenience.

Sara had just released her stream when she heard the door to the restroom open. A few seconds later, she saw a man's feet stop in front of her stall, and the door begin to open. "This one's taken," she said, expecting the guy to move on. Instead, the door continued to move.

"That you, Sara?" came a voice which made her cringe, Patrolman Sam "Dick" Richards.

"Shut the door and move on, Dick," she said, her voice firm.

"Aww, Sara, don't be that way. Hey, I heard your pansy boyfriend moved out on you to live with his fiancé. Is that right? You ready for a real man yet?"

"Dick, close the fucking door and leave me alone!" she all but hollered.

"Don't be like that, Sara. Just open your legs and I can piss between them." She watched, unbelieving as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his flaccid dick out.

"Jesus Christ, Dick, put that goddam thing back in your pants." She laughed. "Well, you answered one question for me today. I always wondered if you were called Dick because of your name, or if it was because you had a big one."

Her tormentor's face turned dark red, and his expression quickly turned to anger. "Bitch, I'll show you a big one! Here, just suck on this a second and choke yourself," he said grabbing her head and pulling it toward his crotch.

Sara pulled away from his grip, and warned him, "You try to shove that in my mouth again and I guarantee when you get it back, it'll be three inches shorter!"

Luckily, inside the stall, he didn't have room to develop a full swing, but he got enough momentum, and hit her high enough on the cheekbone to blacken her eye and daze her slightly, just enough to allow him to force his cock between her lips.

His scream brought most of the officers in the duty area running into the bathroom. The first ones in found the older patrolman curled up in a fetal position, his hands shoved down between his thighs, moaning on the floor in front of the first stall. Inside the stall, Sara had just finished straightening her clothes.




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The supervising sergeant pushed his way through the crowd. "What's going on here, Richards?" he demanded.

"That McIntyre bitch and I were messing around. She started giving me a blowjob and when I tried to pull away she bit me and wouldn't stop until I hit her," he said, talking at the floor.

The sergeant shook his head and looked at Sara. From her angry expression, he figured her story was different. "Go on, McIntyre. What's your story?"

She quickly told the sergeant, and the rest of the crowd, what had transpired. "You lying, cocksucking bitch!" her attacker screamed, finally turning over and facing the crowd.

With a wry grin, Sara said, "I think I just proved that's a lie."

The sergeant looked at the two of them and scratched his head. "This looks like a case of he said/she said. I don't have any choice; you're both suspended for thirty days for engaging in ...

"Excuse me, Sarge," came a voice from behind Sara. She turned to see one of the older patrolmen behind her. She recognized Bart Jones, one of the group who had initially opposed the hiring of women to serve on patrol. 

"Sara's telling the truth, and Dickless is lying like the dirty rug he is. I was in the last stall and heard their entire confrontation. She told him at least three times to either leave or take his hands off her. And he exposed himself to her. If she wants, I'll support a charge of sexual assault." He looked at Sara, turning her face to see the rapidly darkening bruit. "You should take some medical leave until that starts to clear."

"What do you want, McIntyre?" asked the sergeant.

"Right now, Sarge, I just want to get my shift paperwork done and get home. As long as he stays at least 100 feet away from me, that's fine. Just because he's a shit head doesn't mean he should go to jail."

"You may be right, but it does mean he's out of a job. And the union can't help you, Richards. Sexual misconduct at this level is an automatic termination."

"I gotta right to appeal!" the older patrolman objected, forcing himself to sit up.

"Yeah, you got the right, but with Jones's testimony, you ain't got a snowball's chance in Hell and you know it. Why bother. She cut you a big break. Aggravated assault against a police officer. You're looking at ten to fifteen years inside. And most likely without special consideration as a PO. Sexual assault of a fellow officer is almost as bad as sexually abusing a kid. Let it go, Dick."

Part LXXIV

The three of them sat at the dining room table, Mike and Anna silent as Maggie presented her idea of buying the Wee Inn in the Woods and operating it as a dinner theatre and inn. It was close enough to Saratoga to be able to draw tourists and race fans, especially during the week when race activity was minimal. 

Each year they would select four plays, a musical, a drama, a comedy, and one of Shakespeare's. They would all be presented in the round, eliminating the need for costly scenery, with minimalist furniture and props. "And costumes," she added, watching her listeners. Mike's brow furrowed. "Minimalist costumes? How..."

"Do you think we could get away with it, without being shut down by the morals police?" laughed Anna. "I think it's a brilliant idea if we can do it."

"If we can get a license to operate the inn as a clothing optional operation, then there shouldn't be a problem. We run each play two weeks, the first week, the actors are in everyday street clothes; the second week, the actors are nude, and the audience is given the option of dining nude or not."

"Do you think you could get actors who would be willing to work nude without resorting to porn stars?" Anna asked.

"I'm sure of it. I've kept in contact with some of the people I modeled with. One is an instructor at City College, in Dramatic Arts. He says the students are always looking for ways to gain experience. We could offer them free room and board for the summer, plus a percentage of the box office income. Since there's no scenery, and minimal furniture and props, they stand to make a fair amount. They get the box office to split, we get income from the rooms and dining room. Everyone makes out."

"Uhh, Mom, if we're giving the actors free rooms, and it sounds like we'd have a fair number to house, are there enough rooms left over for people who come to stay overnight?"

"No, but I've thought of that. We'll need to build some sort of dormitory facility. There is a heated barn on the property. For the first year, maybe we could divide it into a bunch of double rooms, while we build something better for the next year."

"Do you think we would take in enough money over the summer to carry us until the next season, next year, or would we operate just as an inn for the fall and winter tourists?" asked Anna.

"For this year, since we wouldn't have time to establish any reputation, just as an inn and restaurant. There's enough land, we could lay out some cross country ski trails to help attract folks on weekends. Next winter, we'll have to see."

"And this place is available now? How come?" asked Mike.

"From what the realtor could find out, it's been run by a couple who took it over when their kids got out of college, and they've run it for nearly 25 years. They cut back the last five because the work was getting to be too much for them to keep up. The theatre hasn't been utilized in nearly seven years. The restaurant serves mainly breakfasts and carry out picnic lunches, with some standard dinners: steak, chops, roast chicken, or beef."

"And the price..." Anna wanted to know.

"The lodge, theatre/dining room, out buildings, and fifty acres of land, including a natural swimming area, a fishing stream, some light forest, and four tennis courts, all for the modest sum of three quarters of a million dollars, if we can offer cash, and take it as is. Some of the out buildings need repair, and the land, pool, stream and tennis courts haven't been adequately maintained for quite a few years. And the kitchen hasn't been updated since they bought it.

"But we'd have the rest of the Fall, the Winter and Spring to bring it into shape. With the money Mike and I will get from selling our company, we'll have more than enough to get the work done. I can raise nearly half of the purchase price, if you can supply the rest."

Anna nodded. "I can raise 500K without a problem. We will need to work out the partnership details, and decide who is going to do what in operating the whole shebang, but that'll work out. We should drive up and see it before we make our offer, and the sooner the better. Mike, can you get along without me for a few days?"

"Probably not, but I won't screw things up too badly. Pete Riordan had asked me if I wanted to act as a polishing stop for his new hires. He'd have paid us to take on his new hires and give them some work experience in a real kitchen for three or four months. Guess I better tell him no and ask if he knows someone who wants to buy a restaurant."

"Would you have had time to supervise them?" Anna asked.

"Frankly, it would have fallen on Bella and Joe. A newbie's first week in the kitchen, they're pretty much useless, as you probably know. Having them shadow an experienced cook is the best training, and with those two, they could whip a new cook into useful shape in a few days."

"D'you suppose they'd want to come with us?" Maggie asked. "Then we could take advantage of Pete's offer."

"Who cooks for them now?" Mike asked.

"The wife and some young people from the village who double as wait staff during the dining hour."

"I'll speak to Bella and Joe in the morning, and call Pete. Oh, shit!"

"What's wrong, sweetie?" asked his mother.

"I'm going to have tell Sara..."

"Sara?"

"Sara McIntyre. You remember her, Anna? She was the policewoman who came to tell us about Evie."

"Oh, yes. She also came to the funeral. She seems nice."

"More than nice. She's really helped me deal with Evie's death. We've sort of been supporting each other through some rough times, and I... well, it's going to be kind of a bad time for both of us when I let her know."

"Better sooner than later, then, Mike. Are you going to bring her around so we can meet her, or isn't it that serious yet?"

"I don't know. I think it might be for her. I'm not sure how I feel about her, except as a friend with benefits candidate. But, when Evie and I first started dating before, we weren't even at that stage. I don't think either of us were even thinking about the possibility of sex before our first date. Then we danced, and..." he shrugged and smiled.

"Well," said Anna, "if you're worried about how the news of you possibly leaving town might upset her, you are definitely further along than you were with Evie on your first date. I think you should have her come for dinner; Maggie and I will cook for you."

Part LXXV

Mike spoke with Bella and Joe the first thing in the morning, before prepping for the lunch trade began. Bella, with family near Glens Falls, agreed immediately. She was a single mom of two twenty-somethings who had left home a bit ago. With no firm ties, she was happy to be able to move closer to family. Joe said he had to discuss it with his wife, but didn't think there'd be any problem. Like Bella, they were in their forties, and keepers of the empty nest, their son having recently graduated from college into the Army, thanks to his performance in ROTC.

Mike's next act was to call the Riordans at Someplace Else. Speaking with Pete, he told him of the effort to purchase a dinner theatre near a year round tourist center. Without going into a lot of detail, and omitting the nudity aspect of the enterprise, he described the expected level of trade, and asked if Pete still wanted Mike and his team to 'polish' his incoming new hires. 

"Where is this place, this inn you're buying?"

"A bit outside Corinth, a little north and west of Saratoga Springs. Racing in late Spring and Summer, leaf watchers and sightseers in Fall, skiers all Winter. The Inn has a fair amount of land for us to lay out some cross country trails. Remote enough to seem rustic, close enough to civilization to be attractive and easy to find."

"And the kitchen?" Pete asked.

"I'm told it needs work. According to the realtor my mother's been dealing with, the present owners have had the place since the late 70's - early 80's. the kitchen worked fine for them, and the kind of large volume home style meals she prepared. As far as they can tell, the last update was in the late 50's..."

"Damn, Mike! Why don't you come run Someplace Else, and I'll go cook for your mother. It sounds like the kind of place I got started in. 

"It's--what did you say--two and a half to three hours away? Fine. Let me know when you're set up enough to take on new help. Don't remodel the kitchen too much just yet. I'll send you some of my younger staff, to see what a kitchen used to be like. As long as the stoves work, you won't have any problems. Except maybe a new freezer, but that can wait a couple of months. I'll be up to see you soon."

He hadn't seen or heard from Sara since she had told him she was going to wait for him. Other than that, there wasn't any sort of commitment between them, so he had no idea when he would see her, nor did he have any way of contacting her except to call the police station and ask them to pass on a message. That, he thought, was a situation which needed fixing, asap.

Anna wasn't due in until dinner to act as hostess, so he alerted the waitresses to let him know if Sara came in. Both of them had seen the pair together over coffee several times and knew her. His mother's age, they both thought the youngsters made a cute couple and, unaware of Mike and Evie's relationship, wondered what his reluctance was since she was so obviously ready for more.

Liza, the older of the two waitresses greeted Sara when she came in, obviously wincing when she saw the bruises. "Ouch!" she said, in sympathy. "Must have been a bad day at work yesterday. Mike said to put you in the back booth if you came in. Come this way, and I'll let him know you're here. Would you like some coffee? Anything else?"

"Coffee's fine for now, Liza. Maybe a sandwich later."

The waitress stuck her head into the kitchen. "Mike, she's here; in the back booth like you asked. You want some coffee, too?"

"Yes, thanks, Liza."

A few minutes later, he slipped into the booth next to her, not seeing the bruises until she turned to look at him. "Holy shit! What...who...howhy..."

Sara laughed softly. "Talk much?" she asked. "I told you about the bathroom situation at work. Yesterday, one of more blatant jerks tried to get 'friendly' with me while I was... tending to my bladder.

"When I made fun of his somewhat diminutive equipment, he attempted to force me to fellate him. I warned him if he persisted, he was in danger of losing over half of what I saw. He hit me," she said pointing to her eye, "and knocked me against the paper holder," pointing to her cheek, "and forced his glans past my lips. 

"I didn't break his skin, but he'll be numb a long time. My teeth were right up against his glans, on that nerve center on the bottom of the penis."

"Jesus, Sara; are you sure you're alright?" Mike said, pulling her into his arms and hugging her as close as possible.

She smiled, sighed and relaxed. "I am now."

He pulled back and looked down at her, with a smile. When she looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She reached up and slid her hand around to the back of his neck and held him there for a few seconds. "Now I'm even better," she smiled.

"I hope you can stay that way. I have what may be some bad news..."

"Don't tell me you're marrying someone else..." she said, looking at him with a nervous smile.

"No, not that. Anna, Evie's mom, and my mom–you met her at the funeral, I think–have decided to buy an inn with a dinner theater attached to it, up near the Adirondacks, in New York. They want me to be the chef for the dining room."

"What...who...howhy...when..."

"Talk much?" he asked, making her grin. "Wednesday, my Dad brought over the property settlements I had proposed for my parents' divorce. He's suggesting selling our company to a larger competitor who has expressed an interest in buying us out. 

"When she heard how much money she'd have, Mom suggested this scheme. Anna wants to get away from everything that reminds her of Evie for a while, and thinks it's a great idea."

Sara was quiet a long time. Softly, she asked, "I know I don't really have any right to ask, Mike, but what about us? What does it mean? What do you want?"

"I don't know, but I do know what I don't want. I don't want to lose you, and I'm afraid if I go away, I'll lose something very precious we've got started...You're not in uniform," he said, suddenly, that fact finally hitting him. "How come?"

"I'm on medical leave until my eye heals..."

"And the other guy?"

"Lost his job for aggravated assault of another officer. Let's get back to what you want. What are you saying, Mike?"

"Sara, right now my feelings are so screwed up, it's impossible to sort them out. When I told Mom and Anna I had to tell you about possibly moving, they both said I should bring you home to meet them." He paused a minute, thinking. 

"Since you're not working this week, would you be open to staying with us for a few days?" Mike saw a series of micro expressions cross Sara's face–shock, amusement, desire, lust, and back to amusement. 

"We've got a lot of spare bedrooms, but we'd probably put you up in Ellie's room, or the one right across the hall from mine, but you'd have your choice, except not with Mom and Anna."

"They sleep together? What kind of family do you come from, Mike?" she asked with a laugh.

"It's not like it sounds," he said, smiling. " When Evie...Anna needed a lot of support. After you left that day, I packed her some clothes and took her to my Mom's house. That night, she slept in Mom's bed, and she's been there since then, not wanting to sleep alone. It's not a sexual relationship at all."

"And they're going into business together? Hmmm. And who's this Ellie whose room I might be sleeping in?" she asked with a smile.

"My younger sister; I've told you about her, haven't I? She's doing her junior year abroad, for a degree in hospitality management."

"My god! I'm learning all sorts of things about you I didn't know before. No, you never mentioned a sister; all you've told me about your family is that your parents are getting a divorce. 

"Are there any other siblings I should know about? Any crazy uncles or aunts hiding in a closet somewhere? I think I need to accept your invitation just so I know what I may be letting myself in for." Although there was a general tone of amusement in her voice, her eyes were serious.

"Please do, Sara. I think it will be important for both of us." Mike's tone was sincere.

"I think so, too. I'll need to call my mother and let her know where I'll be in case she needs me, and I have an appointment about my eye this afternoon. Should I meet you here tonight, or what?"

"I'll call Mom and tell her you're coming to visit. Do you want to come here for dinner, then go on ahead and I'll see you there after work, or you can wait and follow me. I'll be done around ten-thirty. Anna will be in around five and stay to close up at two.

"Hey! Since Anna's going to be here anyhow, I could have Mom come and join us here for dinner after the seven o'clock rush, and she could lead you to the house."

"Whatever you think is best, Mike." She paused, obviously mulling on something. "I'm not saying it's going to happen tonight, or even this week, but it could. If your Mom does put me in the room across from yours, and I decide I need someone closer and walk across the hall..."

"You'd be welcomed with open arms. You should know that."

"Anything else, besides open arms?" she went on, her head cocked to the side as she looked at him.

"With as much physical love as you want, and as much emotional love as I can deliver," he said after a short pause. 

Sara nodded, as if she had expected his answer. "And in the morning, what about your mother and Anna, how would they react?"

Mike gave a brief chuckle. "Mom would probably give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek and Anna would ask if you had a good time. Neither of them would be angry or upset, whether it was tomorrow morning, or a year from now. In fact if it were a year, they'd probably ask why we took so long. Both of them want me to be happy, and they both tell me that's what Evie would want, too.

"I have a strong feeling, Sara, that with us, it's not a question of if, but when. That's what makes this move so problematic. I want you, and I want to be with you, but I'm not sure how much of that is a need for comfort right now or for some one just to fill the emptiness. 

"I know I care enough about you to want to not hurt you any more than you have been recently. And as much as I want you, under the circumstances, I don't feel I have the right to ask you to wait or to uproot yourself and come with us to New York..."

"Hush," she said, covering his mouth with her fingers. "You've said enough. Hidden in all that palaver, there is a strong hint that you care about us, and about me as part of that us. That's enough for now. I told you earlier, I can wait until you get yourself sorted out. 

"Now, you have to let me out. I have to go to the washroom, and then to the doctor. You said dinner at seven thirty or so; that'll give me time to get home and pack some clothes for the next few days."

"You won't need many. Around the house, we tend to be nudies," he said, sliding out of the booth and standing up.

Sara stopped, mid slide, to look up at him. "Mr Nelson, you get curiouser and curiouser by the minute. I assume you do dress when you go out shopping and such?" 




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"Uh, yeah. We're not total jerks, in spite of how I portray us sometimes. But probably better you hear it now than walk into it unprepared."

"I guess that's true." She slid out of the booth and reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll see you around seven or a little later." She walked to the restroom, wondering about the family she might be joining.

Part LXXVI

As soon as she left the restaurant, Mike called Maggie. She was delighted that Sara would be spending some time with them, but couldn't meet them for dinner that evening.

"I am so sorry, Michael, but your father is taking me to Someplace Else this evening. We're going to finalize the settlement and decide how to divide the proceeds from the sale."

"I don't get a say?" he asked, a trifle petulantly, and immediately felt sorry for his tone. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it to sound like that."

"That's okay, dear, but no. You've done your job, the one your father and I asked you to do. Now it's up to us. You and Ellie may need to get a little less cash, but I'm going to make sure you get the cabin and land. Other than that, I don't foresee any strong disagreements."

"Okay; we'll see you at home tonight. I think I'll knock off as soon as the rush is over since Anna will be here. Good luck with Dad." 

When she got to work, Anna found him in the store room. "I hear we're going to be having some company. That's good. Did she take the news about your moving well?"

"Well enough, I guess. She didn't have hysterics, if that's what you're asking. She did ask what it meant for us, and when I said I didn't know yet, she accepted that as an answer. She wasn't even too upset when I told her we went nude around the house."

Anna laughed. "In that case, I'd say she sounds like a keeper, Mike, and I mean that. Take some time if you need it to mourn Evie, but keep this one close, even if it means waiting to join us at the dinner theatre, if we get it."

"I understand, Anna. Thank you. If it weren't for my commitment and relationship with you and Mom, I'd probably be going after Sara with a full press..."

Mike was stopped by the expression on Anna's face. It had gone from amused concern to fury. "In the office, now!" she hissed.

She all but slammed the door behind him and pushed him into the chair in front of the desk. Towering over him, she began, "If I thought...for even an instant..." Her obvious anger forced her to take large gulps of air between the short phrases she was able to get out. "that our physical...our sexual...was in any way...even just an inkling...your ass would be out of here so fucking fast...and I'm sure I speak for Maggie as well." Her voice had lost much of its harshness, and her face was showing real concern instead of the fury which had inflamed it so.

"Mike, I love you like my own son, and not the son you were headed for; I need you to know that. When it comes to the relationships you have with Maggie and me, all you owe us is to become the best Michael possible, and that means going out and starting your own family. We both hope you will include us in that family, and I'm not talking sexually, but emotionally, by letting us be a part of you and your wife's life. 

"What the three of us have is rare, if not unique, and your mother and I both know it won't last forever. It's tremendous what you have done for Maggie, and without you, this past month would have been unbearable. For that we will both treasure you and our memories of this summer.

"But," and her voice grew hard again, "if you are going to use us as an excuse to withdraw from the world, or to fail to accept what this young woman is obviously offering you on silver platter, then get the fucking hell out of my restaurant, and out of my bed!" Her voice was low, but hard, as was her expression. "Do you have any questions?"

Michael sat stunned, as much by her vehemence as by her words, for several seconds. Was that what he was doing? Was that what he had been doing with his mother–barricading himself from the world, playing it safe? As a teen he hadn't been socially inactive, but had been a virgin right up to his graduation week when he and one of his classmates, also a virgin, had skipped school and gone back to his house to go skinny dipping. 

And then there was Evie. She was a couple of years older than he. They had hooked up at a party to which neither had been invited, but had gone along at the urging of friends. There had been a few girls in-between, but neither serious nor long lasting. 

"Do you have any questions, Mike?" Anna broke into his musings. He looked at her, seeing the almost motherly concern on her face.

"Yeah," he said with a grin, standing up. "Can I have a hug, and will you join Sara and me for dinner, tonight?"

"Of course, to both," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "What's the grin for?" she asked, hoping she hadn't just cut herself off from the best sex she'd had in years.

"I've decided I'm going to marry Sara, and she's already told me she'll wait until I'm ready. Somehow, I have to get her to accept that I'm going to maintain my relationships with you, Mom and Ellie."

"And if she won't?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I have to," he said.

Part LXXVII

Sara came into the restaurant about quarter past seven. Although the main dining room was full, things were beginning to slow down. Liza, the waitress who had seated her at lunch time, greeted her and suggested she wait in the bar area until she could find her a table. Just before seven thirty, Mike joined her, dressed in his street clothes.

"You're not in uniform," she said, laughing.

"Yeah; after dinner, I just have to give the cooks some instructions for tomorrow, and I can leave. RHIP, sometimes, I guess. Have you been here for dinner, before?" She shook her head, no. "Do you want a menu, or will you trust me?"

"Can I," she asked, looking at him with a sultry expression, "trust you? For all I know, you already have a plate prepared for me in the kitchen which will make me let you have your way with me, let you do awful sexy things to me..."

"Now there," interjected Anna, coming up behind Sara, "is a real oxymoron–awful sexy things. Good evening Sara. It's good to see ... MiGod! What happened to you?" she exclaimed, seeing Sara's face for the first time. As she sat down at the bar next to Sara, she signaled the waitress and arranged for them to get the next vacant booth. 

Sara quickly told her the story of her eye. "Serves the bastard right," said Anna. "Is everything okay? What did the doctor say?"

"Everything's fine. A quarter of inch in either direction and all there'd be is a bruise like the other cheek. In good light, you can see it's already healing, turning yellow around the edges. But they still say I'm off at least a week." 

She turned to look at Mike. "Bad news in the mail. The forensics positions list was updated last week. I dropped from number four, where they could reach me for a local position to number seven. If I want to stay on the list, I have to reapply, and maybe retake the written exam."

"What would you do if you don't reapply?" he asked.

"I don't know. I could continue with the police force, but I have an idea that's going to get a lot worse now before it gets better. I suppose I could go back to what I did to get through school." She turned to Anna. "Will your inn be offering concierge services?"

"I don't know. Maggie and I haven't really sat down and discussed the services we'd offer beyond the basics–room, board and entertainment. Is that what you did?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded as she took a sip of her drink. "My first two years of college were at a community college in New London. I worked at a hotel near the naval base. We got a lot of visiting wives and officers. 

"There were two of us in the concierge office. We took reservations over the phone, asked about special needs or wants, arranged for transportation if they needed it, made dinner reservations, got them theater tickets...I even arranged for a wife, whose husband drove a sub, and her family to tour the base and meet his boat when it returned from a shakedown cruise. 

"Got into a little trouble for that one. Civilians aren't supposed to be on the dock when those boats come in. I guess the jg who helped me got a pretty severe dressing down over it, too. What else? Museum tickets, did some personal shopping for some officers' wives, stuff like that." At that point, Liza came and told them the Mayor's booth was open.

Sara asked Mike to order for her. He got her the cacciatore game hen, and ordered the schnitzel for himself. Anna also had the cacciatore. While they waited, Anna told her the story of the restaurant's ceiling, and told them Evie's accident had caused enough damage that it had either eliminated or altered the sonic foci, since the known ones no longer worked.

With a wink to Anna, Mike said that was a good thing. After all, that's how Evie had got him to marry her. She had eavesdropped on conversations with his mother and sister and threatened to tell the world his darkest secrets. Sara looked at him with her mouth open, not sure to believe him or not, until she saw Anna laughing. "You shit!" she said, slapping his shoulder. 

"What?" he demanded. "It's true, more or less. Granted, she didn't have to threaten very much, and she did wait until she was able to confirm what she heard."

"Wha..." said Anna. "How'd she confirm your darkest secret?" she asked.

The waitress appeared with their food. Mike waited until she was gone. "She asked me. But I was almost totally defenseless at the time. We were naked in bed."

"Sooo,," said Sara, "if there's something about you I need to know, that's how I get the answer?"

"Crap! Open mouth, insert foot, spill beans," he moaned, as the women laughed.

Sara took a bite of her entree. "Ohmigod!" she enthused. Looking at Anna, she asked, "Is this going to be on the menu at your inn?" Anna nodded, chewing on the drumstick. "I'll wash floors and third story windows, clean bathrooms, whatever." She turned to Mike. "Don't expect me to cook. I know we haven't discussed the various roles in our relationship, but you're the cook."

Part LXXVIII 

Sara followed Mike to Belle Vista Drive. When Harry left, Maggie took over his space in the garage, and Mike had moved into the second bay. Evie's sports roadster was in the fourth bay. Mike directed Sara to the second one so he could park behind her, leaving his old third bay spot for Anna. He led his young guest into the house, through the garage.

When they drove up to the house, he had wondered. Even though it was just past twilight, there weren't any lights on. A note on the kitchen counter explained. "Mike, dear–It's been a long day, and am feeling too tired to be good company. Apologize to Sara for me. See you in the morning. M."

He briefly explained to Sara and excused himself to run upstairs and check on Maggie. She was in bed, reading. "Hey, Mom. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sweetie. It was a long day, and dealing with your father, which I'll tell you about tomorrow. On top of it all, Mother nature decided it was time to remind me I'm female, and this time the cramps are icky. It's all getting so irregular, I think it's time to go see Dr. V. Is Sara with you? Good. I made up the guest room across from you for her. I thought that would be more convenient for you."

"Thank you, but it's still a little early in our relationship for that."

"Mmhmm. Still, better than across from me, isn't it?" she asked with a smirk.

"Mmhmm. I'll see you in the morning. Hope you feel better," he said, with an ironic tone and smile, and after giving her a filial kiss, went back to Sara.

"She's okay. Just a long day, capped by having to deal with my father, deciding on splitting the common property and selling the company. Would you like something to drink?" 

"Hmm," she said, with a sly smile. "Do you have some sloe gin?" she asked.

When he wrinkled his forehead and shook his head no, she said, "That's too bad. I was thinking of a long sloe screw, but I'll settle for a brandy sour."

The look of chagrin mixed with disbelief on Mike's face made her laugh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't tease you like that," she said. She walked up to him, nearly tall enough to look him in the eye. In many ways, Sara was a more graceful and streamlined version of Ellie, with the same dark hair and blue eyes. Her breasts were on the small side of a B-cup, and against his chest, felt firm.

Her arms snaked up around his neck. "You know," she said, "it's highly improper for you to invite me to spend an unspecified number of overnights with you when you haven't even properly kissed me." She reached up and met his lips with her open ones. When she felt Mike's tongue brushing them, she moved hers out to play. 

Mike's hands rested at her waist as their kiss began. When she felt them move around to her back and down, she moved closer to him, with a quiet moan. The kiss went on for several more seconds before Sara pulled away.

"Whew." She buried her face in Mike's shoulder. "Mike, I don't usually make out on a first date, and I'm already thinking about going the next step. I'm really not trying to tease you, but can we slow down?

"You were right when you said it was a case of not if but when, and I need to maintain my own rule of not putting out on the first date. Let's sit down and have our drink and talk. Can we do that?"

"Of course, love. What ever you want." Sara jerked her head up and looked at Mike, to see a small, gentle smile on his face. "How do you want your sour. Up or rocks."

They sat at opposite ends of the couch and talked until nearly midnight. With similar tastes in books and movies, they shared favorites and discussed them. From favorite movies to favorite movie music and theme songs, and from there on to genres and artists. Surprisingly, both raised in East coast suburbia, they found they were both country fans, and enjoyed Norah Jones' country influenced jazz recordings.

As the clock neared twelve, Mike stood up and stretched. "I hate to break this up, but Saturday is one of my long days at work. I have to be in by nine, and it's my turn to close. I'll be home for lunch around two, if you can wait for me."

"Well, since I'll be here anyway, I guess I can wait," she said with a smile. "Where do I sleep?"

"Mom got the room across from me set up for you. Bathroom is first door on the right when you come out."

He grabbed her overnight bag and led her upstairs and saw her into the guestroom. Maggie had made up the bed. On the dresser, she had lit a four inch diameter pillar candle, with a faint vanilla scent. "This is lovely," Sara said, looking around. "And you're..."

"Right there," he answered pointing out the door, to an open door right across the hallway.

She nodded, and looked at him with a smile. "In case the bogey man comes calling," she said.

"If such a thing should happen, you are more than welcome to take refuge in my room. Every night I conduct a secret rite to keep all the bogeys out of my room."

She moved into his arms and kissed him lightly. "You're silly. Sleep well, Mike."

"You won't think so if they come into your room," he answered. "You sleep well, too, Sara. Thank you for visiting. I'll see you tomorrow."

Mike had just turned off his light and rolled into his sleeping position when he heard his door open. "Sara?"

He felt the covers lift and the mattress sink with the added weight. "I don't suppose you'd teach me how to keep the bogeys away, would you?" she asked, the sound of a nervous smile evident in her voice.

"If I did that, you wouldn't need me to protect you," he said drawing her close. Both were slightly shocked to discover the other was nude. When Mike tried to draw her closer, Sara put her hand on his chest. "Just hold me, Mike. That's what I need most right now."

He groaned. "Okay, Sara; just roll over so I can spoon you. I have to sleep on my side, or my snoring will drive you back across the hall." She did, and backed up to him, allowing his semi erection to slide between her legs. When his arm came over and around her, she guided it to her lower breast. Mike pulled her closer, so they were in contact from shoulder to knee.

Sara felt Mike's member stirring between her thighs and realized it was stiffening. She felt herself getting wet, partially due to Mike alternately grasping and releasing her breast. She tried to remember the last time she and her ex had made love. St Paddy's Day. She didn't care anymore that it was still technically their first date. She rolled over in Mike's arms. "Make love to me, Mike. Take me, now," she whispered, kissing him fiercely.

Down the hall, Maggie was making her way from the en suite to her bed. She heard the tell tale sound of bouncing bed springs and chuckled. "Too early, my ass."

Part LXXIX

Sara woke to the aroma of something baking and bacon frying. Stretching, she discovered she was alone in the bed. Vaguely she remembered Mike crawling over her, kissing her breasts as he made his way across her body. Smiling at the memory, she got out of bed and looked around for her robe. When it wasn't immediately apparent, she remembered she had come into Mike's room nude. 

With a small giggle at the memory of last night, she stepped into the hall to cross to her room. A noise from the front of the house caught her attention and she looked, to see a nude Anna coming out of a door at the other end of the hall. "Morning, Sara, did you sleep well?"

"Uhh, yes, thank you. I was just going to grab a robe before going downstairs."

"Okay, if you'll feel more comfortable. Usually we don't bother with clothes unless we're going out. Take your time. Breakfast is pretty much buffet style."

Sara stepped into her room and got her robe, which on her, with her long torso, proved to be little more than a long bed jacket, barely covering her privates. When she got to the kitchen, Maggie and Anna, also in revealing robes, were at the table, enjoying a breakfast of muffins, bacon and scrambled eggs.

Maggie got up and greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning, Sara. I am so sorry I couldn't greet you last night, but I was in no condition fit for company. Forgive me, please. I trust you slept well." Sara nodded and started to reply, but Maggie went on.

"Mike told me about your eye. Do you need anything for it? An ice pack? It seems to be healing well; your upper lid is turning yellow," she said, peering at Sara's eye.

"Mike was kind enough to make us some honey oat muffins before he left this morning. Would you care for some? Bacon, eggs, coffee, tea, juice?" While she spoke, Maggie bustled around the kitchen, getting dishes and silverware for Sara. 

"Uh, just juice, coffee and a muffin, thank you. May I call you Maggie?" 

"Of course, Sara. Under these circumstances," she replied, indicating their lack of clothing, "any kind of formality would seem silly." Her warm smile immediately put the younger woman at ease.

"I doubt if you remember it at all, but we met about eight years ago, at a tea honoring local first responders who had died in service. That was the year my father was the victim of a hit and run driver. 

"I remember you gave a short speech to the women there, acknowledging not only their grief and suffering, but also recognizing the sacrifices they had made for the community thru the years. That speech helped me decide to try for a career enforcement. Probably not the best decision I ever made, as it turns out, but I've had some good moments as a police officer."

"I can vaguely recall the occasion; I was filling in for someone. It was at the Garden Society, about this time of year. I seem to remember a tall young girl; she seemed very angry..."




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Sara gave a short snorting laugh. "Yeah, that was me. Dad was killed just after Christmas, and the driver arrested within a week, but he was still walking the streets and driving, waiting for trial. Your speech made me think I could make a difference."

"But, I gather, it's not been what you hoped?" Maggie asked, serving Sara her coffee and juice.

"Mmhm. The patrol is fine. We're out in the community, making our presence known, helping to keep it liveable in town. Except for things like Evie's accident. That kind of duty sucks. Excuse me, Anna; I didn't mean to be disrespectful..."

"That's alright, Sara. You're right. Having to deliver that kind of news does suck. You were saying?"

"What's most wrong with the job is the attitude of the other officers. When I graduated from college three years ago, I took the test for forensic investigator. Based on my score, I was offered a job on the force here, which allowed me to keep my name on the forensics list. I was one of five women hired for patrol duty. 

"Right after that, there was a hiring freeze, so we are the total effort at complying with ERA guidelines. The older officers resent us, and the younger ones are constantly harassing us. I got this from a fellow officer when he tried to force me to give him a...fellate him."

"That's okay, Sara. If the word fuck fits, use it. We do," said Maggie, with a smile. "We're not hung up on formality around here, you'll find. What happened to your... fellow officer?"

With a small smile, Sara said, "Well, sadly, I didn't draw blood, but his scream attracted everybody in the office, I had my teeth right behind the head of his prick, and they were almost closed on his frenulum. I don't think he'll be able to fuck for awhile, or if he can, he won't enjoy it. Oh, and he lost his job when another officer supported my story of what happened. The bastard I bit tried to make it look like I attacked him without provocation."

Anna broke in, "Maggie, last night Sara was telling me she used to work as a concierge while she went to school. Have you thought about providing that level of service at the inn?"

"I hadn't really thought about it yet. What did you do, Sara?"

The young woman quickly explained what she had done, from accepting telephone reservations and making sure the room was prepared as ordered, to arranging tours and personal shopping for the women.

"I don't know, Anna. How would that help us?"

"Excuse me, Maggie," interrupted Sara. "You're in the middle of one of the largest year round tourist areas in New York. If nothing else, in the winter, you will be like an overflow site for the skiers. Some of the ski areas run shuttles from the hotels to the ski lodges. If they knew we had patrons with their lift tickets, they'd stop and pick them up. It's the concierge's job to make that happen. 

"In the summer, or winter, too, I guess, if the guests want to explore your recreational facilities, and expect to be out over lunch time, the concierge would make sure they had a lunch to take along, at what ever level of cuisine they wanted.

"If they wanted to visit an attraction which required paid admission, the concierge would have tickets available and reservations made, if needed. If they were flying in, or taking some sort of public transportation, the concierge would arrange for transportation from their local stop to the inn, and back. 

"Besides the basics of room and board, it's the concierge who makes their stay at the inn so comfortable and convenient, the next time they plan to visit the area, you are their first call to check on vacancies. In the higher end residential hotels, they often become the face of the hotel to the guests."

With a smile and wink to Anna, Maggie asked, "Would you like the job? It probably doesn't have the intrinsic satisfaction being a policeman offers, but I can guarantee there won't be any harassment from the male staff."

Sara was stunned. "I...I don't kn...I need to think about it. I need to know what Mike ..."

"Yesterday, when he told me you were coming for dinner, we had a talk about ...Evie and stuff. I probably shouldn't say anything, but he told me he plans to marry you; he just wasn't sure when."

Sara's smile could have lighted up the Sears Tower in Chicago. She just looked at Maggie and nodded, her face split by her grin.

"Well, that's settled then. Anna and I discussed it when she got home last night, and decided if you were interested, and could convince me it had a place in our service menu, we'd offer you the job. From the way you depict it, it's almost like the concierge is the menu."

"If they're good, they are. How big is the inn?"

"The realtor said there are fifty rooms currently in use, attached to the lodge, with another fifteen which could be opened up again, plus ten cabins they use as honeymoon suites, spread along the hiking trail. In addition there is a large barn Mike suggested turning into a dormitory for the acting company, and some other storage sheds. 

"We were planning on going up to see it Monday, spend the night there and come back Tuesday. Want to go along?"

"It sounds great. I'd love to go."

"Well, that's settled. It looks like a beautiful day here on the North shore. I'm going to catch a little sun. You two want to join me?" Maggie asked, standing up and shedding her robe, revealing her tan-line free body, and boy shorts.

"Wow, Maggie! You have such a beautiful body, you could be a model. If I didn't know you had a twenty year old son, I'd swear you were only about thirty." Sara, Anna and Maggie had walked to the pool apron. As they talked , Sara and Anna took off their robes, revealing their nudity.

"Why, thank you, Sara. I'll pass on the modeling, though. I did that when I was a teenager, right up until I had Ellie. From what my friends in the business tell me, the money might be better, but conditions aren't. 

"Hmm," she said. "You could be a model, too, Sara. You're even more in line with current trends than I would be. As tall as you are, you'd do well on the runway." She looked at Sara's pale skin and shook her head. "You're going to need some sun block. Lie down; Anna and I will lotion you up."

With some apprehension, Sara lay down on the chaise. While she wasn't a prude by any means, her total lesbian experience was watching it with her ex. Even after three years of college, she had been relatively unsophisticated. 

Like Ellie, she had been a virgin the night of her Senior Prom, but she had been successful, if not satisfied, in getting rid of her maidenhead. Until she met the student lawyer, there had only been two or three guys, none more than twice.

The law student had introduced her to porn on the internet as a way of showing her what he wanted from her. She had said no to anal, and, after seeing a woman DP'd, to the mmf threesome. For some reason, after she turned that down, he never suggested the ffm variety, nor swinging, or even light swinging, where the couples have sex in the same room at the same time, but don't trade partners. 

After she said no to the threesome, their sex became rather tame and predictable. Wednesday and Friday nights, when he didn't have classes before ten the next day, and Sunday mornings, he'd reach over and start rummaging around in her sleep top, until he found her boob.

He'd play with it for a few minutes, then uncover it and suck on both nipples a little while, a very little while. Before she had even begun to get aroused, his hand was forcing itself between her legs, prizing them and her labia open. He'd fiddle with her clit a bit and then go down and lick her outer labia a half dozen times, then attempt to penetrate her.

Used to his routine, she was usually able to generate some fantasy to help arouse herself so that when he tried to penetrate her, she was at least damp, or getting so. Five minutes later, seldom longer, he was spraying his seed inside her. Then he'd pull out and present his cock for her to suck clean. 

With that done, he'd either roll over, or go to the shower. Generally, from first boob feel to roll over, was less than a quarter hour. In their three years together, he had never made her climax.

So, except for watching it on her computer, she was totally naive when it came to lesbian sex. In fact, other than her mother, she had never hugged or kissed another woman. When Maggie told her she and Anna would lotion her up, she wasn't sure what to expect.

She lay face down on the chaise, her head cradled in her arms. Even though she was aware of the two women, one on either side, she was still surprised when she felt the chill of the lotion as one of them poured it down her spine. Then came the hands, all four of them, smearing the liquid all over her back and sides. She was very aware of the sensation when their hands brushed over the small bulges of her breasts as they lotioned her sides.

All too soon, it seemed, the light massage ended and Sara felt the cold drizzle of lotion on her buttcakes. This time the massage was slightly more vigorous, including the same kind of grasp and release Mike had subjected her breast to last night. It was energetic and forceful enough, she could feel her skin tugging over her clitoris.

Then, when one of the older women pulled her cheeks outward, or it was the two of them together; she couldn't tell, she felt the cool drizzle of the sun block creme between those lovely globes and a finger, or two, chasing it, rubbing it, caressing it, all the way to the bottom; over her forbidden place the finger went, massaging it gently, to an area where it tickled seductively and then on to the area her mother called the Devil's playpen.

The massage slowly changed to a caress, eliciting a soft moan from Sara. The caress continued and Sara felt the fingers probing between her lips, finding her heat and dampness. "Wh...what are you doing to me?" she gasped.

"Just relax, dear. If you aroused this easily, you must need the release. Didn't Mike get you to climax last night?" Maggie asked.

"Tw...twice. How did you know we...?" 

"When it's quiet in the house, and the doors are open, sound travels, and Mike's springs are old, and noisy. Is this okay? Would you like us to stop?"

Sara felt two fingers invade her lady and begin to stroke her inner walls. "I...I doooon't know," she all but groaned. "It feels so good, but ...ooooh." she moaned as the fingers withdrew. There was a pause in the activity as Maggie and Anna poured some lotion into their hands, then Sara felt them continue their task of lotioning her body as they started on her thighs, moving away from her quim.

She endured the tickling attack on her feet, pulling away and giggling only a little bit. When Maggie slapped her on the butt and told her to turn over, she flipped over without thought, exposing her breasts and barely trimmed pussy to the two older women without a thought to her modesty.

This time, Anna and Maggie divided their efforts. Anna began at her waist, applying the lotion to Sara's torso in a lazy figure-eight caress which covered the area from her waist to the bottom of her breasts. Maggie worked on her legs, applying the sun block to the fronts of both her calves at the same time.

When Maggie moved up to Sara's thighs, Anna moved her area of operation to the regions surrounding her breasts, just grazing the small hillocks sitting on her chest. Maggie began smoothing the lotion on the inside of Sara's thighs, using a light caressing touch which approached the juncture of her thighs but never quite made it to the sensitive nexus.

Maggie glanced at her guest as her hands moved from the young woman's thighs, up over her abdomen to discover Sara's eyes were closed, with an almost-painful looking grimace on her face. She smiled, recognizing that the woman under her hands was on the brink of orgasm. 

She tapped Anna on the back, and lowered her face between Sara's thighs. At the same time, Anna bent down and took one of Sara's nipples between her teeth. The combination of Anna's nibble and Maggie's tongue slapping at her clit was all it took to send Sara over the orgasmic precipice. Her back arched, pushing into the two pleasuring mouths busy on her body, as her own mouth opened in a silent scream. 

Maggie ceased her tongue activity but maintained contact with the tall brunette's yoni. When Sara collapsed back onto the chaise, Maggie began the assault on her quim again, pushing her to another orgasm almost immediately. This time Sara's scream wasn't silent. "Noooooo! Noooo, stop please, too much, please stop uuuggggggnnnnnhhhh!"

Anna and Maggie withdrew their mouths from Sara but continued the manual caresses until Sara was breathing regularly again. "Omigod," she huffed out. "I've never... that was...thank you I think. I don't know what to say." She sat up to look at the sources of her pleasure, a puzzled expression on her face.

"You don't have to say anything, Sara," Anna told her. "It just happened; we didn't plan for it, but it became pretty obvious you were ready, and we've both had the awful experience of being left on the verge. So we pushed you over. If things work out, maybe someday you'll be in a position to reciprocate." 

Just then they heard a car door slam.

"That must be Mike," Sara said. "He told me he'd try to get home for lunch about two."



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Sorry this has taken so long. Battling a bit of writer's block. Will try to get next one out sooner.

Not a lot of conventional sex, but a lot of plot development. The sex is there, just not spelled out. Hope you enjoy. Jb7

To recap: Sara has just met Maggie, who, in applying sun block, with Anna's help, gives her a tremendous orgasm. As Sara recovers, she hears Mike arrive home for lunch.

Chapter 7

Part LXXX 

Suddenly, Sara's face blanched. "I can't let him see me like this. I have to go put something on," she cried.

"Sara!" Anna laughed. "You've had sex with the man. Isn't it a little late to be concerned about nudity?"

"That was with the lights out. He's never seen me naked. And he's going to have clothes on. I... I... I'll just go put on some panties. I'll be right back." And she ran into the house and up to her room, leaving a laughing Anna and Maggie to explain her absence.

Mike came through the patio doors so soon after Sara made her exit from the pool area, he must have seen part of her flying by him. He greeted both of the other women with a warm kiss. "Where's Sara? Not still sleeping?""

"No," laughed Maggie. "She didn't think it right for you to see her totally nude when you were still wearing clothes. She'll be back down in a minute. Let's go get your lunch started." She extended her hand for him to help her up from the chaise. "She's a lovely girl, and pretty, too. Will you be horribly upset if we hire her to work at the Inn?" she asked with a smile.

"You still trying to get rid of me?" he asked with a grin; "Of course not! That would be great. You've already asked her, I imagine. What did she say?"

"'Umm," interrupted Anna. "I'm sorry, Mike, but I might have let the cat out of the bag. She said she needed to know what you wanted. I," she went on, wincing,"told her what you said about marrying her, but I said you didn't know when yet." He was facing Maggie, his face hidden from Anna. She saw his back and shoulders go rigid. She didn't see his wink to Maggie.

He turned around to face Anna, his face a mask of fury. "You!" he hissed, his fists raised, grasping at air by his head. "You...Why don't you..." and his expression and demeanor changed completely to one of joy. "Go down to the wine cellar and get us a bottle of champagne?"

Anna had been petrified at Mike's fury when he turned around. His change in demeanor first puzzled her, the delighted her, which quickly changed to anger and back to delight as she realized it was all a prank. "You son of a bitch!" she said, her voice low and the words extended. "You scared the shit out of me. I've got half a mind to tell you to go get your own goddam wine, but maybe I can find something down there to spank your ass with."

Mike and Maggie were laughing. Anna looked at Maggie. "You, too, punani. You could have warned me, or given me a signal." Anna finally laughed. "Don't worry; I'll get you," she said, leaving the kitchen to go to the basement.

Mike turned to take Maggie in his arms. "How'd you make out with Dad last night?" he asked, pulling her close, so their bodies touched at the hip level.

She reached up and put her arms around his neck. "It wasn't bad at all. If I had felt better, it would have been an enjoyable evening. The short report is that you and Ellie will now own the cabin, and you each will have one sixth of the family business, for which we are asking 33 million dollars, to be paid over three years, plus the extra tax burden for the first two years. Harry thinks they'll counter with a 28M purchase plus the two years of tax relief. If they do, we'll accept the offer, but that's as low as we'll go."

"Holy shit! That...that's fantastic...but if we're getting a third between us, that means you gave up nearly five...Christ, Mom!"

"Hush. It's only money, and when you have that much, more doesn't do you any good, unless you have a dream to spend it on, and I've found mine, and people to help me achieve it. Now, say thank you, and kiss me so we can get to work."

Mike bent down and captured Maggie's lips with his. When she felt his tongue knocking for admission, she smiled in the kiss and opened her lips. When their tongues engaged, Mike slid his hands down Maggie's back and into the back of her boy shorts. They were like that when Anna came back into the kitchen. 

"Hey, you two. Do you remember you have company who isn't aware of the depth of you relationship?"

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Maggie.

"Shit!" expostulated Mike. Just then they heard the clatter of shoes on the stairs. The trio froze until they heard the steps turn toward the kitchen. 

Part LXXX

Sara quickly ran up the back stairs to the second floor and to the guest room where her bags still sat where Mike had dropped them last night. As she opened the one with her clothes, she wondered if she were being silly. After all, they had made love last night, and for the first time ever, she had experienced a climax with a man inside her.

And this afternoon, wow, how had that happened? "Think about that later," she told herself; right now she had to decide what to put on. She grabbed a thong and stepped into it, then looked at herself in the mirror. "God, no," she thought. "Talk about slutty. Cover it with something." 

She dug into her overnight bag again and pulled up a pair of short shorts. They were navy blue, and extended down her leg about two inches below her crotch. Best though, they were made of a knit fabric and hugged her ass like a surgeon's glove. On they went. Up top? In her bag she found a light blue tank top. Yes!

Sara looked in the mirror, and satisfied, left her room and turned toward the stairs at the front of the house, expecting Mike to be waiting there. 

When he wasn't, she walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. As she approached the door she heard Maggie, "...and kiss me so we can get to work." She got to the doorway just as Mike's hands slid into the back of Maggie's panties. Shocked, she stood there a scant five seconds before backing away from the door and quietly running back upstairs.

She went into the guest room, her room, and closed the door. As she sat on the bed, she thought about what she had seen. An only child, most of her friends were girls, only a few of whom had brothers. She had no idea how sons and mothers usually greeted each other, but she was sure grabbing their bare ass wasn't in the realm of usual behavior; nor was the kind of kissing she had just seen between the man she planned to marry and his mother. 

She was at a loss about what to do. Numb, she decided she'd have to make some excuse and leave. As she stood up, she realized she was barefoot. She glanced around, found her sandals and slipped them on. Going down the stairs, her sandals alerted Mike, Maggie and Anna she was coming to them.

Part LXXXII

"Hey! There you are! Looking as beautiful as ever, too," exclaimed Mike as she walked through the door. "Mom told me you went to get dressed," he said as he walked toward her and picked her up, one arm around her waist, the other hand under her butt. "I guess if you can wait for me, I can wait for you," he said softly and kissed her, inviting her tongue out to play with his.

Sara felt an unfamiliar sense of arousal at the kiss; unfamiliar because it was so sudden. In her previous encounters, it had taken a lot of kissing and caresses before she had felt even a twinge of desire. A few times when she had sex, before moving in with the law student, it had been as much a desire to just be done with the guy as it was for sex. 

But Mike was something different. From the first morning they had coffee, she had felt attracted to him. His attitude toward Will Crocker, and the concern Mike had shown about Crocker's daughter and his desire to name her after the woman he had accidentally killed; his support and concern about her work situation; she had never known anyone so in tune with her feelings. 

Almost automatically, her arms found their way around his neck and her legs opened so her knees grasped his hips. 

"Hey, you two," Anna said, laughing. "You can finish that later. He's got to eat and get back to work."

"You sure about that?" Sara heard herself asking, with a deep sigh. 

"No," Mike said, lowering her so her feet could reach the floor, "but, technically, she is my boss. A bit of a blabber-mouth, but my boss." Sara, nervous, and confused about her feelings in light of what she had seen, smiled, understanding the reference. 

"She told me she revealed some information I wasn't quite ready to share, but since she did, Sara McIntyre, will you marry me?" Mike's smile seemed to freeze on his face when she hesitated before answering, her face suddenly serious.

With that question, Sara knew, with a certainty she could take to the bank, that her future was tied to this man. There were explanations due, details to be worked out and explicated, arrangements and concessions to be made, lives, customs and habits to be integrated. Discussions to be had. Time to be spent, with each other, with family and friends. And grieving to be done, but she was positive she would cleave to this man.

"Are you sure, Mike? Is that what you really want? Are you certain it's me you want and not, how did you put it, a need for comfort right now or for some one just to fill the emptiness. 

"I want to say yes, sweetheart; god, how I want to say yes. But you have just been through a horrible tragedy, and as you told me, your nerves must still be as raw as a live lobster. It was only a couple of days ago you told me you owed it to Evie, me, and yourself to take the time until the scabs fell off. 

"So, until you can convince me it's me, and not just a need for comfort or some one to fill that awful void I know you have, I have to say not now; not yet."

Mike opened his mouth to speak, but she put her finger to his lips. Smiling, she said, "That doesn't mean you're going to get rid of me. If you go to work with your mother in New York, so will I. If you stay here and run the restaurant, or go to work for someone else, I'll stay here and continue to be a police officer. 

"I'll be in your bed whenever you want me there; if you want someone else there occasionally, until I say yes, I can't, and won't, object. But I expect the same courtesy. If you feel it's necessary to screw around, then I get to play that tune, too. Understood?"

Dumb, Mike nodded. "Good. Now, Maggie has put out a healthy lunch for you. Go eat it; I'll be waiting up for you when you get home tonight."

Part LXXXIII

After Mike returned to work, Sara found herself examining the bookshelves in the Nelson's living room. She found a recent Rosamunde Pilcher novel she hadn't yet read and settled down with it until Maggie called her for dinner. It was just the two of them, Anna having gone in to work. Dinner was simple---chops and salad with some hearty bread, followed by a generous dish of sherbert.

For the most part, they discussed inconsequentials–the royal pregnancy, the KimKanye on-going saga of divorce and birth, Baseball and drugs. Toward the end of the meal, Maggie looked at her young guest and asked, "Is something bothering you, Sara?"

"Hmm, n...no...ye...yes...it's really nothing."

"If it's bothering you, it must be something. What's wrong?" Maggie asked, gently probing.

"You and Mike, you're really close, aren't you?"

"I guess. Probably closer than most mothers and sons. Is that what's bothering you. I wouldn't worry about it. It's probably just the summer. He and I spent three weeks alone at our cabin up near Whitehall, just a few miles from the Inn we're thinking of buying, and then his father and I had asked him to put together some options for a property settlement in our divorce, and he's been helpful supporting me through that over due trauma." 

Maggie laughed. "In fact, he told his father that, in order for me to recover from twenty-three years of Harry's'constructive criticism,' he would have to be my constant companion 24/7, except for some logical absences. Does that help your concern?"

Sara nodded. "So he's been doing like a make over on you?"

Maggie smiled and nodded, taking a sip of sherry. "When you meet Harry, you'll understand. His idea of a compliment is to tell you he can't find anything wrong in what you did."

"Ahh; I think he and my Sergeant went to the same leadership training. And when they do find some thing wrong, it's just, 'fix it,' no how or why, just take care of it."

"If they even give you the opportunity. Until I got it into Harry's head that we had to follow our personnel practices, he'd just reassign either the person or the job, willy nilly. He was, is a piece of work. Sometimes I worry about Mike; I can see traces of Harry in him, a sort of cold bloodedness when it comes to business.

"Your statement to him this noon, about screwing around. That will resonate with Mike. Harry has a warped sense of what's fair, and a version of that has rubbed off on our son. Sometimes Mike has his own peculiar idea of what's fair, but I will say, unless someone has really tried to cheat him, everybody tends to benefit when he gets his way.

"Well, I have some work to do to get ready for a meeting I have next Wednesday, and with the trip, I won't have any time next week. If you want anything, help yourself. If you can't find it, feel free to knock on my office door. 

"You're going to wait up for Michael down here? Then I'll stick my head in to check on you when I go up." She walked around the table and gave her young guest a hug and kiss on the cheek. As Maggie left the room, Sara stood up and started to clear the table.

Part LXXXIV

Sara sat in the dimly lit living room, her book in her lap. It was about quarter past two, and Mike was due home shortly. As her eyes scanned the page she became aware that she had read the first paragraph probably a dozen times.

Maggie's explanation had made sense at the time, but as she had been reading, it had occurred that it may explain why they were so close, but not why they seemed intimate. She closed the book, failing to mark her place, and swore when she realized it. Just as she picked it up to search for the page, headlights swept across the window, signifying Mike's arrival home. She settled back into the sofa, positioning herself in the corner, her feet drawn up under her, with her back against the arm, so she faced both doors. 

Mike came in through the kitchen and dining room, and saw her there, in the darkened room with just the single floor lamp lit, beaming down on her. His first thought was "God, she's beautiful sitting there." His next thought was a desire for a camera and his biological father's talent to record the image forever.

He didn't say a word, nor did she, as he walked to her and dropped to his knees. "I heard you this afternoon, Sara. I'm pretty sure I know what I want, and that's you. As you, not as some panacea for everything that has gone wrong in the past few weeks. 

"Over that time, as I have come to know you, I've been struck by your compassion for the people you serve. Even though I seldom get out of the restaurant, I hear things, and you have a good rep in the neighborhood for delivering fair cop justice, recognizing that what's legal isn't always what's right or fair. 

"You're intelligent, fair, compassionate, and just. And it doesn't hurt," he went on with a grin, "that right now, with your black eye and bruised cheek, you are still one of the prettiest women in this part of the world." He straightened up so he wasn't sitting on his heels, and stretched up to kiss her.

Just before their lips met, Sara whispered, "You know, you're full of shit, but I love you anyway." Mike lost it and fell backwards, laughing. She stood up and extended her hand to help him up, but he grabbed it and pulled her down on him. 

"Not 'til I get a proper kiss welcoming me home from a hard day's work."

"Wouldn't you rather have a pussy kiss," she asked, as she shimmied around so she lay full length on him, aware of the incipient signs of her arousal.

"A pussy kiss? What's that?" he asked, pulling her up so he could look into her eyes with out lifting his head.

Smiling and shaking her head, she leaned down and kissed him, all but performing a tonsillectomy with her tongue. "Something that has to be experienced. It can't be described," she replied after pulling away. "But I guess it's too late tonight. C'mon, it's bedtime. What time do you go in tomorrow?" she asked as she regained her feet and offered her hand to help him up.

"Not 'til noon. Bella and Joe are coming in early to get dinner prep started, and they can handle the lunch crowds," he responded, getting to his feet.

"Good, maybe it's not too late, then," she said and led him to her room.

Part LXXXV 

"What're we doing in here?" he asked. "My bed's bigger."

"And noisier. Your mother heard us last night. I don't mind them knowing we're sleeping together, but there's no need to provide them with play by play information." She pulled the tank top she wore over her head, revealing her breasts, of her own volition, to her lover for the first time.

"Your turn," she said, indicating the tee he wore. He grinned and pulled the shirt over his head. Next, their shorts came off together. As Mike moved to lower his jockeys, Sara grinned and stepped out of her sandals. By the time Mike realized what she had done, his undershorts were down to mid thigh. He laughed and started to continue to lower them, but Sara stopped him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

"I'm not real good at this, so if I hurt you or anything, just bop me on top of my head and I'll stop; okay? Darryl would only let me clean him with my mouth after he started to go soft. I guess he was afraid if I did any more he'd have to actually stick his tongue in between my labia instead of just licking my vulva... You have a nice cock... Not too long, and nicely thick, but small enough I can get it in my mouth without straining... Any advice on how you like it?" she asked, beginning to lick the shaft from his balls to the tip, looking up at him.

"Mmm; that's a good start. When you were a kid, did you ever try to suck the flavor out of a popsicle?" She nodded, licking his crown like an ice cream cone. "That's a good way to start, just don't bite or pinch it with your teeth. While you're sucking, push forward as far as you can so you get as much as possible in your mouth." She nodded her understanding.

"Like this?" she asked, executing his instructions exactly. She held him deep in her mouth for several seconds before releasing his cock and gasping for breath.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, something like that, but there's a more comfortable way to do it. Let's get on the bed, and swing around so I can kiss your pussy at the same time."

"Are you sure, Mike? You don't have..." Sara said getting on the bed on her knees.

"Not doing it cause I think I have to; doing it because I want to," Mike answered, lying down on the bed, on his side. "C'mon, lie down, facing me, head to toe..."

"Head to groin, don't you mean?" Sara asked, with a saucy smile, and took his cock in her mouth.

"Smart ass," he replied and started attacking her pussy with his tongue.

"Mmmmuuuhhhhnnnngggghhhh..." she moaned around his rod, and pushed her head forward, so he entered her throat.

Instinct took over Mike's responses. His hips moved forward as if of their own accord, trying to push his cock down her throat, while his arms went around Sara's hips, holding her tight to him as his tongue fought its way inside her sheath, to caress the nerve rich opening. 

His actions, in tandem with her heightened arousal, quickly pushed her to and over her orgasmic precipice, sending her into the fetal position as she squealed around his cock, now buried in her throat. Mike was just as turned on as she by their activities, and began to spew cum straight into her belly while he continued his attempts to tongue fuck her.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 07



Sara's climax abated just enough for her to back off Mike's spewing staff to collect the last few dribbles of cum in her mouth. "Mmm, tasty," she cooed after swallowing. "Too bad there isn't some way you could duplicate that taste. I'm sure women would love it." 

She squirmed around and laid her head on his chest, lazily drawing circles with her finger around his nipple. "Thank you, sweetheart, that was ...wow! Only one other person has ever made me come that way, but you're way better than she was."

Mike's eyes popped open at the unexpected revelation. "What? Who..."

"Not tonight; maybe sometime. Right now, I just want to rest here and cuddle. Is that okay?" She raised up to look at him.

He smiled and nodded, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she took her former position. In a low voice, barely more than a whisper, Sara observed, "You and your mom seem really close."

"Mmhmm," he responded, post-orgasmic sleepiness settling in.

Afraid of the answer, but more afraid of not knowing, Sara asked, "How close?"

Any thought, need or impulse to sleep left Mike immediately. His body reacted as if he had suddenly confronted a bear in the woods. He raised his head and looked at Sara, who was still looking at his chest. He decided to bite the bullet and take his chances. "About as close as two people can be."

"You're sleeping with her?" Sara's voice was tremulous, sounding like she was near tears. Mike's arm around her shoulders tightened.

"Mmhmm." Sara was silent for a long time; to Mike, waiting for a response, it seemed like an hour. 

Finally, in an even softer voice, "Did Evie know?" She moved her head from his chest to his shoulder so she could watch his face. Mike continued to gaze at the ceiling as he answered.

"You know she and I were lovers a few years ago. This time, the first time we had sex, she was eating Mom's quim. After she climaxed, she moved to the side and watched Mom and me as we fucked." He was quiet for several seconds. "Does knowing that make you want to leave now?"

Sara sat up and turned to sit cross legged, facing him. "I don't know, Mike, honestly. I'm not horrified by it, if that's what you're asking. I sort of expected it, seeing how she greeted you when you got home for lunch today. But, it's not the first time I've had to deal with knowing someone who engaged in incest. When I was a freshman in high school, one of the girls in my class suddenly dropped out of school. It became known that her mother had reported her father for sexually abusing her and her older sister.

"A couple of years later, while my Dad's Guard unit was overseas, my Uncle Jake, Momma's older brother, showed up and moved in with us. As far as I could see he didn't have a job...

Something woke her. A strange whimpering sort of sound. There it was again. "No, Jake, leave me alone, please; no more." She heard the sound of a slap followed by a cry.

"Open your fuckin' legs, bitch, before I get mad and really hurt you."

"Jake, no! Don't, please–" There was a scream, suddenly cut off, as if by a hand over her mouth. Through the ensuing silence, she heard her mother's soft sobs and the sound of bedsprings, the sound she had identified as her parents having sex. 

In the morning, Jake was gone when Sara got down for breakfast, and her mother, with little success, tried to hide the bruise on her cheek.

Sara skipped her first period English class and went to the nurse, who listened and made a phone call. When she got home, a social worker was helping her mother pack some clothes. Sara's were already done. When Jake got home, the house was empty except for the furniture and two policemen.

"When Mom was fifteen," Sara explained, "Uncle Jake and a neighbor had taken her to a swimming hole on their farm on a picnic for just the three of them. They gave her some wine and got her drunk. The neighbor had brought along a Polaroid camera and had taken pictures of her sucking their cocks, getting fucked, doggie style, cowgirl, anal, and DP. Over the years, they had blackmailed her for sex with them, even the night before her wedding to the neighbor's brother, my Dad." 

"Mom was sent to a local women's shelter until Uncle Jake was arraigned on charges including rape, assault, battery, and incest. I was sent south, to one of my father's cousins in Maryland...

When she arrived, the mother, an assistant coach for the women's basketball team was on a recruiting trip. Sara had met her father's cousin, Don, and his daughter, Cindy, several times before at family gatherings. Although Cindy was a couple of years older, the girls immediately bonded. One of the things Sara appreciated about her cousin was her seemingly constant cheerful disposition.

Cindy just gave a knowing laugh when Sara commented on it. "And I'll bet you'd like to know why, wouldn't you?" she asked, her smile a mile wide. "Well, tonight I'll leave the door to the bathroom on my side open a crack. You stay awake and listen. You'll know when to sneak in and watch."

Shortly after midnight, she heard footsteps in the hall and then the door to Cindy's room creaked as it was opened. Sara slipped into the bathroom and watched while her father's cousin proceeded to go down on his daughter, bringing her to two orgasms before moving up and penetrating her. 

After his own climax, he rolled to the side and Sara watched as Cindy licked and sucked his cock clean, watching Sara watch her through the bathroom door. Cindy made a show of swallowing while smiling at Sara.

The next day, the girls met for lunch and went outside to talk where they wouldn't be over heard. "Did he force you to do it the first time?"

"Heavens, no. I seduced him. Mama's gone so much, and so busy and tired when she is home, the poor man wasn't getting hardly any sex at all, and was always gloomy and grumpy. 

"So, I told Mama what I was going to do and one night while she was home, I went to my room and came back down dressed in Nature's nighty. Mama and Daddy were sitting on the couch watching TV. When I came in, Daddy got all upset and started hollering and ordering me to go put something on. 

"Mama got him quieted down as I knelt down in front of him and started undoing his belt. Mama started kissing him and said it was okay, he should just relax and let nature take its course. Since then, we make love two or three times a week. When Mama's home–they have their times alone together once or twice a month, and she joins us a couple of times and everyone's happy.

"So, I've seen it, good and bad. When I was training to be a police officer, we were told to be on the lookout for child abuse and had to learn the soft, sometimes hidden signs, especially when parents were involved. We were also told, except in some extreme cases, adult incest is against the law, but unless it's flagrant, or one of them is handicapped and being taken advantage of somehow, we pretty much don't do anything about it." She stopped to look at him, obviously thinking.

"Had you and Evie talked about how you'd handle your relationship with your mother after you were married?"

"Talked about it, not really. The morning after she saw me and Maggie, she told me how it was a tradition in her family for fathers to deflower their daughters when the girls reached sixteen, and how her father had done that, and repeated the action at least once a week for the next year, to train her in how to please a man, he told her. She said on their last time together, he apologized and said he wouldn't bother her again, and a few weeks later, he disappeared.

"A couple of days after she saw us, she asked Mom and me to meet her for dinner at the restaurant, where she told me I could continue my relationship with my sister and mother, but I also had to find time for Anna. I just had to keep my priorities straight–her first and last, meaning I had to think of her and her needs first, and I would have to always come home to sleep with her."

Sara felt her eyes widen in shock at the unexpected confession about Mike and Ellie. She turned and straightened out her legs to lie down next to Mike, to think about what he said. Mike pulled her close. "You okay?" he asked.

"Mmm, just thinking." she said.

Her thoughts were a jumble. "Mike and his sister! Why not? It makes sense if he's doing his mother; why wouldn't he? I wonder if Maggie eats her, too. Does it matter? Does any of it? If I can accept Don and Cindy and Beth, why not Mike, Maggie, and Ellie? And Anna, for all it matters. Does any of it truly matter? They're all adults; it's all consensual. Do I love the man? Really love him? Yes," she thought, "warts, boils, and all."

With a sigh, realizing the promise and commitment she was making, and a smile, accepting them, she snuggled up to Mike, lying her head on his chest, and, with her finger, drawing little hearts over his, said, "I can live with that. You might have to make room for Momma, though."

She reached down to take his flaccid cock in her hand. "Me, Maggie, Anna, your sister, Ellie, and Momma. You're going to be a busy boy, little Mike." She pulled her head back to look at him. "Are you sure you want our marriage to be that open?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you have the freedom to have sex with all those women, then I should have the same freedom to seek sex outside of our relationship, a kind of bizarre quid pro quo."

"Oh, yeah," he said in a disgruntled tone. "Mom's brother and his wife have that kind of marriage. When we stopped in Rhode Island on the way back from the cabin, we had a chance to experience it when Aunt Sally wanted to act out one of her fantasies..."

"You went with her, and your mother with her brother...wow; are there other women in your family you've been with?"

Mike nodded. "Uncle Jim has had pretty much of a life long relationship with his mom. She joined Sally and me that night."

"And that's the kind of marriage you want?"

Mike got up suddenly and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. "Christ, I don't know, Sara! I've honestly never thought about it. It was Evie's idea. She said it was almost inevitable that I would someday think of cheating. With that much pussy available, maybe it wouldn't happen. This way she knew who I was sleeping with and when. She said she didn't mind sharing, but didn't want to be shared. That if I would do that, I didn't respect her enough to deserve her."

"And you don't think the reverse of that is true; that if I'm willing to share you, because I'm afraid that sometime in the future you might cheat, and by sharing you, I can avoid that. That if that is my attitude, I don't really respect you. That it says I know you're weak, so I give you permission to sleep with these ladies, who are my friends and relatives, to help you control your urge to wander."

"Do we have to decide this tonight?"

"No, Mike, we don't, but we do have to decide before we get married. I'll marry you either way, once you've shown me you're really ready. But if you decide you want an open marriage, you have to accept the reality that I will take lovers from time to time."

Mike turned his head sharply to look at her. "You'd do that?"

"Besides me, there are four other women on your list who will expect sex at least weekly. How long do you think you will be able to keep that up? After a few months, you'll be glad, or hoping, some of us are looking for other outlets." She got up on her knees and kissed the side of his neck, running her hands over his shoulders.

"Do you want to sleep in here with me tonight, or in your own bed?"

"Are we done talking?"

"I am, for now. It's up to you."

"I... I guess I'm ready for sleep. This is only a double bed, it might be a little crowded," he said, eying the bed skeptically.

"Bull. This country was populated in double beds. Lie down, just not in the middle. I have to go pee."

Part LXXXVI

Sara felt Mike get up the next morning. Just like his, her bladder needed release. She didn't think they were at the point in their relationship where they could share a bathroom for that kind of activity, so she scooted past the hallway bathroom to use the en suite in Maggie's room. 

On her way out of the luxurious bathroom, she noticed a small pile of scarves on Maggie's dresser. The sight gave her an idea, which she set about setting up.

Maggie was in the kitchen putting together the coffee when Mike got down for breakfast before leaving for work. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?"

"No, not really. Can we talk sometime soon? Sara brought up something last night that I need some advice... no, not advice, but I need to get my own feelings straight about it."

"Of course, dear; when?"

"Today will probably be busy until about seven-thirty. Could you come then?"

"I guess. That will leave Sara here alone for dinner. If that's okay, or we could go out for breakfast tomorrow, just the two of us."

"Yeah, that would be better, I guess. I better get going. Why don't you bring her for dinner, and we can all eat together and discuss the Inn."

"Okay. We'll see you around seven-thirty."

Sara waited until she heard Mike's car drive away. Anna had already gone to Waverley's to oversee operations until Mike arrived. Sara quietly snuck down the back stairway and peeked into the kitchen.

Maggie, wearing only an apron, was busy at the sink, her back to Sara. As quickly and quietly as she could, Sara crossed the kitchen, to catch Maggie unawares. Pressing the older woman against the counter, she reached around and caught hold of her breasts, her own bare buds pressing into Maggie's back.

"I seem to remember I owe you a favor," she whispered, kissing Maggie on the neck, just below her ear.

"Uhh, that's okay, dear, it's not...Oooohh," she moaned as the young brunette began to knead her breasts and roll her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.

"Oh, yes, it is necessary. I always pay my debts, especially with family." Sara moved her hands to take hold of Maggie's and turned her around. "Come with me," she ordered. 

Wondering what she was letting herself in for, the older blonde acceded and allowed Sara to lead her to her own room, discarding the apron in the kitchen. She was surprised to see a large pile of scarves in the middle of her bed.

"Have you ever been restrained, Maggie?" asked Sara in a conversational tone as she led her to the bed. Brushing the scarves aside, she pushed Maggie on to the bed and positioned her in the center.

"No, not tied down, but locked in a closet once. You have to promise me, Sara, not to leave me alone for more than a minute. Promise, or whatever you have planned stops now."

Sara looked at her lover's mother, whose face clearly exhibited her desire, and heard the determination in her voice. "I promise, Maggie. I won't leave you alone, intentionally, for more than a minute." She bent down and kissed her captive on the mouth, coaxing Maggie to open her lips.

"Now, just relax," Sara said as she looped a scarf around each of Maggie's ankles and wrists, and tied them to the corners of the bed, spread-eagling her. She then did the same with Maggie's knees, giving her total access to Maggie's most sensitive areas.

Sara picked up the remainder of the scarves and returned them to the dresser, depositing them in an open drawer. On top of the dresser, Maggie had an arrangement of various tail feathers from large birds. There were peacock feathers, turkey, eagle, ostrich and pheasant among others. Glancing back over her shoulder at Maggie, Sara selected a few then returned to the bed.

Because the feathers had long since become a non-stimulus for Maggie, an item seen several times a day, but rarely noticed, it never occurred to her that Sara might use them. Restrained as she was, she could not see her young captor make her selection or carry them back to the bed, to drop them between Maggie's legs.

Sara positioned herself on Maggie's right side, lying beside her, and began to place several light kisses all over the older blonde's face, her right hand busy caressing Maggie's torso, from shoulder to hip. As the caresses went on, they grew lighter in touch, and ventured into areas universally ticklish— her armpits, around her navel, the underside of her breast, the hollow around her hip, the soft skin on the inside of her thigh.

With the exception of the armpit, these areas are also secondary erogenous zones, and Maggie initially found herself responding to the caresses and becoming aroused. As Sara's touch became lighter, the caresses began to tickle and Maggie found herself reflexively jerking away from the younger woman's touch.

After several minutes of this activity, Sara got up on her knees and looked down at Maggie. "You seem very sensitive today, Maggie. Maybe this will help you," she said and leaned down to select a peacock feather from her collection. 

Maggie's eye's widened in disbelief. "No! Sara, you wouldn't...Sara! No! Don't you dare..." She relaxed as the feather was gently drawn down her calf muscle., only to break out laughing when Sara continued to the sole of her foot. "No, Sara (ha ha ha ah ha) don't now (ha ha ha ha ha) please..." she was gasping for breath as Sara allowed her a brief respite.

The respite, however, was short lived as Sara reached over and repeated the feathery caresses on the other foot and calf. "No, Sara!" Maggie screamed, "don't now stop please (ha ha ha ha) Sara please no no stop (ah ha ah ha ha ha ha ha) stop this now, Sara!" she cried, her voice escalating in pitch and volume. 

With what had to be the most insincere smile Maggie had ever seen, Sara said, "Okay," and moved the brightly colored feather to the inside of Maggie's left thigh.

"Nooooo! (ha ha ha ha) no (heehee hee hee) no don't (ha ha haaha)please No!" Maggie pleaded, giggling at the same time. Sara appeared to relent as she withdrew the blue-green plume and dropped it on the bed. She knelt next to Maggie and bent down to kiss her again.

"Just a little more. I'm sure you'll enjoy this," she said as she pulled away. Maggie's eyes grew wild with fearful anticipation when she saw the turkey feather in Sara' hand.

"Where...what are you...No! no! Please, no (hee hee heee heeha ha)Sara, stop, please," she begged as the young woman caressed Maggie's upper torso, concentrating on her arms and arm pits. 

Maggie thought she was being given a respite when Sara moved the brown and white plume to gently caress her neck and face, only to learn the gentle touch of the feather left lingering tickles which she couldn't brush away. It felt like individual strands of hair were lying on her face, especially around her mouth, nose and eye area. She pled with Sara to brush her face to get rid of them, only to have Sara repeat the caress with the feather, intensifying the sensation.

Sara followed that act of kindness by drawing the broad plume down Maggie's neck, down through the shallow valley between her breasts and then to the side of her chest where her ribs were easily seen. Here Sara began lazily drawing figure eights with the feather, changing sides every couple of minutes.

"Ohmigod! Sara, no, no please I beg oh oh uh ungh no no stop this now let me go Sara goddam it stop no no please Sara!" Again, there was a brief respite as Maggie's tormentor seemed to relent, giving Maggie a chance to catch her breath, recovering from the forced laughter.

She tried to lift her head to see what Sara was doing. She blanched when she saw the young brunette pick up an ostrich feather. "Sara, no! That's enough, now; let me...Sara! No! Stop! Oh! Mi! God! Sara," she screamed, begging as Sara drew the frothy plume across her breasts.

"Sara, you bitch! (Ha hahaha) noooo(hee heheehheeehheeheheh)Sara, noooo please I'm begging yououououo, Saraaaaaaaa (hahahahahahah) stop oh fuck shit piss fuck Sara stoooooooop! You fucking bitch, stop this now nooooooo!" Maggie was screaming for release, barely able to breathe, and on the verge of climaxing.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 07



Sara recognized her state and pulled the ostrich feather away from Maggie's now sensitized breasts, with their erect nipples and areolas, down across her abs to the sensitive area just inside her hip bones.

Maggie had just begun to relax when Sara reached her hip. "Sara, you little bitch! Stop! Now! Goddamn you! Let me go noooowwww! Fuck you, bitch; let me out of here!" she screamed, all the while giggling or laughing outright until she was hoarse. She felt Sara lift the ostrich feather away and her hands begin to lightly caress the area where the tickle remained. She felt Sara kneel on the bed and then her hands began to smooth and caress the areas recently tortured by the plumes.

When Sara leaned down to kiss Maggie, both sets of lips were open and tongues were immediately engaged. When Sara pulled away, Maggie said, "Enough, now; let me go."

Sara's smile was unsettling. "Not just yet, dear lady; just a little more. Relax, now." She leaned across Maggie's body, to get her final selection from between the blonde's legs.

"Sara? What...Aaaarrrghhhh!" she screamed as Sara drew the tip of the pheasant feather up her labial crease.

"Noooooo!" she screamed as the tip coaxed her lips to open.

"Noooooo!" she screamed as the tip gently probed her clit.

"Noooooo!" she screamed as the tip slowly entered her."

"Noooooo!" she screamed as Sara began to twist and rotate the feather inside her sheath, so Maggie felt the vanes of the feather stroking all of her inner walls.

"Stop it! Stop it now, you motherfucking cunt! I swear, when I...aaaarrrghghgh...ha haahahahahahah...Stop, please, oh god damn you, you skanky sack of shit! Oh migod, Sara please...I'm ...I've...gonna....oh no don't stop now pleeeeease! I've gotta come it's almost...please Sara, goddam you make me come, bitch!" Maggie's hips were thrusting ceilingward as far as she was able. "Please I'll do any...aaaaaahhhhhh no you son of a bitching cunt don't stop now...."

Sara quickly withdrew the long slender feather from Maggie's cunt and tossed it away. She was already on her knees between Maggie's wide open legs. In a flash she dropped to her stomach, her face in Maggie's quim, her tongue reaching out and caressing Maggie's supersensitive clit.

"Yesssss! Aaaahhhhhdear god yesssss aaaaaahhhhh!!ohmigod, again uhuh uhuh uhuh uhuhuh uhu hu hu hu hu h u h uunnngggh! Nononono stop too much too sore! Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!"

Later Maggie would admit she couldn't tell if she had had one long extended orgasm with multiple peaks, or a series of three to five separate ones of varying intensity. All she knew was that when Sara's tongue ceased its activity, she suddenly felt empty, as if the world's biggest cock had just withdrawn from her hungry cunt.

She collapsed, exhausted, unaware of Sara releasing her bonds and cuddling up next to her. Sara pulled the softly sobbing woman to her so they were face to face. Sara administered several small, light kisses all over Maggie's face as her hands gently caressed and smoothed her back and buttocks, gentling her, calming her.

After several minutes, as her control over her body returned, Maggie drew her head back and looked at her bed companion. "I should hate you," she said, smiling, "for that."

"But?" Sara asked, returning the smile.

"Give me a couple of days to recover and I'd let you do it all over again. My god, I've never come like that before, and I'm not talking about what you did, although, I've never let anyone else do that to me, either."

"Well, let's keep it between us, and for special occasions; okay?"

"Okay," Maggie slurred, post orgasmic sleep overtaking her. Sara turned to lie on her back and pulled Maggie to her side. In a few minutes, she, too, was asleep.

Part LXXXVII

Maggie awoke to Sara lightly kissing her face. "Mmm, I feel good and rested," she said stretching, "and sore," she added with a pout directed at Sara. "I seem to remember saying something about a couple of days to recover. I better make that a couple of weeks."

Sara laughed and retrieved the tray of fruit, cheese and wine she had set on the dresser until she woke her hostess. "Maybe this will make you feel better," she said with a laugh. Maggie sat up and inspected the tray.

"Mmm, it'll certainly help. Where did you get the idea to do that, with the feathers?" she asked helping herself to the food and wine.

Sara actually blushed. "My secret vice, ever since I was a sophomore at college, has been Victorian erotica. They were big into bondage and dominance. One of the novels I read, by that famous author, Annie Mouse, featured a scene where the hero, a bachelor, ties down the object of his affections, a virgin widow, and attacks her with feathers until she yields her virtue to him. I always wondered if it would really work." She took a sip of wine.

"Oh, shit, yes! I can guarantee it would. There were times I would have given you my unborn child, especially toward the end as I started to climax. If all you wanted was a fuck, you could have had that when you tickled my feet."

"I'll remember that," Sara said with a smile.

"Oh, no!" Maggie said, a genuine look of concern on her face.

"Don't worry, Maggie; from now on, only with your consent, and with a safe word, so if it gets truly distressing, you can stop it."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now, what time do Mike and Anna get home, and should we wait dinner for them?"

"Oops; I almost forgot. Mike wants us to meet him and Anna at Waverley's for dinner, around seven-thirty, to talk about the Inn."

Part LXXXVIII 

A quick glance at the clock told them they didn't have any more time to play. After a leisurely shared shower, which did include some mutual exploration and teasing, the two were on their way to the restaurant.

Anna was at the hostess station when they arrived. With her sharp eyes, she noticed the good mood the pair was in. "Hmm, what have you two been up to, or shouldn't I ask?"

Before Maggie could reply, Sara answered, "If you're lucky, Anna, maybe sometime I could show you."

"Or unlucky," laughed Maggie. "You'll have to let me help," she said to Sara.

"Now I'm not so sure I want to know," Anna said, leerily.

"I promise, it won't hurt...very long," Sara laughed, "Did it?" she asked, looking at Maggie, who blushed, but shook her head, no.

"Now, you've got to tell me," demanded Anna as she showed them to the back booth, where the two older women sat down across from Sara.

"Can't tell you; it's something you have to experience," said Sara, opening her menu. "You ever been tied down, Anna?"

Anna felt her sex open and begin to leak. "Ohmigod," she said. You... Maggie. Oh, fuck! Tomorrow, girl, you have to show me," she ordered.

Sara looked at her, one eyebrow cocked. "You sure, Anna? You don't know what I did to Maggie while she was tied down."

"From the color in her cheeks and the twinkle in her eye, it couldn't have been too bad. I trust you..."

"Anna," Maggie interrupted, "you ..."

"It's okay, Maggie. Just the beginning and the last two," Sara said. "And you can be there to make sure I don't go too far; okay?"

Maggie looked at Sara, who had a warm, sincere smile, and nodded. "It'll have to be in the evening then. Mike wants to take me out to breakfast." Sara raised her eyebrows, questioning her. "He said you brought up something, and he needed to talk about it to get his thoughts straight."

Sara nodded. "Good. I'm glad. Speaking of Michael, where is he? I'm hungry."

"We've been busy all day. Tonight is graduation night for the Community College. I think we've already turned over the tables three times just for dinner. I know Mike has prepared a second batch of his game hen dish. Do you know what you want? I'll take your orders and go back and tell Mike you're here."

Maggie suggested the veal, her favorite, and Sara agreed. Anna nodded and went to the kitchen, where Mike was just giving instructions to Bella and Joe so he could take a break. He and Anna put up dinners for Sara and Maggie and themselves. On their way out of the kitchen, he asked Lisa to grab them a couple of bottles on Reisling wine and bring them to the table.

Mike greeted Sara and Maggie with a kiss as he slid into place beside Sara. "Wow, Mom," he enthused, "you look... I don't know, but it's great. What have you two been doing, or shouldn't I ask?"

With a saucy smile, Sara looked at Maggie. "Do you want to help me with him, too?" Maggie blanched, understanding that Sara knew about her relationship with Mike. "It's okay, Maggie; Mike just confirmed my suspicions last night. I think that's what he wants to talk to you about tomorrow. And that's the end of that topic for now." She turned to look at Mike, taking a bite of veal.

"Mmm; this is delicious. You said you wanted to discuss something about the Inn?"

Mike blinked, then took a big sip of wine before nodding. "Yeah. I should have thought of it when we first discussed the concept. Most states, and I'm positive New York does, have regulations about what employees of food services must wear. 

"Servers can be topless, but their genitals and buttocks must be adequately covered. Other employees in the service area, that includes the bar and dining areas, must also be covered the same way; that would include actors in a dinner theatre.

"I called and spoke to the professor who covered regulations at school. He thought we might be able to skirt the issue by clearing food from the area and closing service before the performance. We'd have to take the bar out of the dining room, too, if we wanted to open it between acts. He also suggested buffets and salad bars would have to be excluded, unless they were located outside the theatre area.

"The alternative would be to create a separate staging area for the theatre, and run it just as a theatre in the round, apart from the dining room, or give up the idea of nude theatre altogether."

"Nude theater! Is that what you're planning? It sounded like you were going to open a nude spa. The theater is so much cooler!" Sara said, very much intrigued by the idea. "Have you talked to Ellie about this at all? Isn't she studying Hotel Management?"

Mike and Maggie shook their heads. "I've been thinking about it, though," Mike replied, taking a bite of food. "I got an e-mail from her yesterday that indicated she isn't very happy over there. If she came home now, she could get into one of the three schools I know of that offer her major, and they're all within a two hour drive."

"Why do you think she's unhappy, Mike?" Maggie asked.

"Three of the other students from P'Town at her study site are all 'rich jerks', her words, whose parents bought their way into the overseas study program. Apparently one of them knows the two guys she let pick her up. What she didn't know was that one of them made a video, and this guy saw it and recognized her. He's been harassing her since they got there.

"When she complained about him to the site director, he just told her she should have known better, and told her she would have to deal with him on her own. She's ready to come home now, but is worried that she'll lose the second semester tuition."

Without a word, Maggie reached into her purse and started dialing. "Mom, it's two o'clock in the morning over there. Send her a text and have her call you, or tell her to just come home and not worry about the money."

"Of course. It just upset me so and I forgot about the time difference." she stopped dialing and accessed the text feature on her smart phone and started typing. "Damn it! I hate this fucking thing! I can never type on this little keyboard."

Sara reached across the table and took Maggie's phone. She was busy for a minute and then handed it back. "All done. I told her to call you as soon as she saw the message. So any time from midnight to two AM I would guess. I'll stay up with you, Maggie."

Maggie let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Sara. "Thank you, dear. When I get upset like that, ewww; I seem to lose all my patience and coordination. Was there anything else, Mike?" 

"Uh, yeah. Dad stopped by just after I got in. ConFast snapped up our offer like it was a half price sale. You're $11M richer as soon as the papers are signed."

"Holy shit," she whispered. "I can't believe it. Was that all? Did they say anything else?"

"It'll be paid in three installments, just like we asked, and their accountants will do our taxes for the next three years. Since they weren't aware of the Inn, and probably relying on Dad's impression that you wouldn't be working, our taxes will be a bit of a surprise for them."

"Uhh, Mike. Can you fill me in on what's happening?" asked Sara.

"Me, too. What are you guys talking about?" Anna added.

Maggie put up her hand to stop Mike from talking. After taking a sip of wine, she said, "First, Anna, order us a bottle of your very best champagne. This story begins before Mike was born...

"... and now the biggest company in the industry has just agreed to buy us out for 33M dollars."

"Sounds like a good deal to me," came a familiar voice from behind the booth. 

"Harry! Come around here and join us for a celebratory drink. Do you know Anna? She was Mike's fiancé's mother, and this is Sara, his new girl friend."

"Hi, glad to meet you both. Anna, I'm very sorry about Evie; Maggie tells me she was a delightful young woman. 

"Sara, you look familiar. Have we met before?" he asked drawing up a chair and sitting down at the end of the booth.

Sara looked at him, as if appraising him. "You drive an antique blue T-Bird, don't you?" The other three people in the booth looked at him, waiting. He nodded. "About three months ago, out on Hale Highway, I gave you a speeding ticket."

"That was you? Small world. I still say I wasn't speeding, and that ticket cost me 200 bucks." he complained, looking at her.

Sara shrugged. "Forty, forty-five in that kind of no traffic situation, I might have let you go by. Fifty-five, in a thirty-five mile zone, I have to stop and slow you down. I actually clocked you at sixty. You'd probably have gotten off with a warning, except for the fifty you tried to palm me."

Harry grinned and shrugged. "Sometimes it works. Gotta try. How'd you get the shiner? Some other speeder object?"

"No. Some shithead thought if he hit me hard enough, he could make me eat his dick. He was wrong."

Harry visibly winced and looked at Maggie. "You two should get along real well." Sara's brow furrowed and she looked at Maggie, questioningly. 

Harry went on. "It's not a night I'm particularly proud of. I came home drunk one night, and horny. Maggie was asleep and I thought if I could slip my dick into her mouth... Well, it didn't work. She woke up and pulled her head away, which would have been okay, except she didn't open her mouth, and her canine tooth... " He shuddered.

"My cheek looked like your left cheek the other day," Maggie said to Sara. Turning to Harry, she went on, "The only time you hit me, though God knows, I gave you reason enough. I'm sorry, Harry. You were a better man than I realized. I hope we can be friends." Harry nodded. "Congratulations on the sale, and the new job. I'm sure you'll do well."

"Thank you, for all you just said. Maybe if I'd been more honest, more up-front and tried to be more understanding... anyway, the past is done. The moving finger writes, and what is writ cannot be changed, not a word of it. Isn't that what they say?" He stood up and put the chair back at the table behind him. 

"Can you or Mike get hold of Ellie? We'll need her here to sign off on the sale. They'd like the transfer of title and goods to be done in two weeks."

"Sure. I left her a message to call me tonight. I'll be sure to tell her. Harry, thank you, for everything, especially the sale. I'm sorry, too, that it wasn't better for both of us."

Harry nodded. "It was nice meeting you two ladies. Mike. See you at the closing." He turned and walked away, not seeing Maggie brush away a tear.

"I'll miss him," she said, watching him walk away. "As much of a bastard as he could be, I'm gonna miss him." She turned her attention back to the group.

"Monday, who all is going to see the Inn with me? All of you?" There were nods from everyone. "Anna, if both you and Mike come, will the tasks you normally take care of on Monday somehow get done?"

"Mmhmm. I spoke to Bella. If I have the list made out for her, she can call our suppliers and place our orders. Other than that, she just has to be here to let the cleaners in and lock up after them. I can make out the list tomorrow afternoon during the lull period, or stay for a little bit after we close."

"How about you Mike?"

"Usually it's just a question of making out the menu's for the week. I have copies going back to my first day. I can pull from those, as long as there's nothing holiday specific. That might keep me here an extra hour tomorrow night."

"Okay, then. Sara and I will get out of your hair, and see you at home. Drive safe."

Part LXXXIX 

Ellie's phone call came just after one o'clock. Maggie and Sara were sitting in the den, watching "Goodbye, Mr Chips" on the old movie channel, teary eyed. Maggie took the call there. 

"Ellie, dear! How are you? Mike said some of the students from P'Town have been giving you a hard time... Is the program worth the hassle... then don't; come home... don't worry about the money... that's what I said... we're selling the business; your share is somewhere in the neighborhood of $5M... that's what I said... that's up to you. If you want to continue in the same field, there are three schools within two hours drive of where Mike and I will be living... we're going to buy an Inn in upstate New York... I hoped you would... okay, do what you have to do and hurry home... Love you, too, dear."

Ellie closed her cell phone and smiled, heaving a sigh of contentment and relief. She went downstairs to the house phone and picked up the phone directory, then placed her call and arranged for her flight home the next weekend. From there, she went to the dining room. Most of the other students were already there; managing hotels was a seven day a week affair, and the students were trained in that tradition from the beginning. 

Her chief tormentor, and the biggest peddler of the most blatant lie, was just rounding the end of the table after helping himself to breakfast off the sideboard. She turned toward him as if walking to the breakfast selection, and, as she met him, reached out and grabbed his crotch.

"Sidney, the kidney. Good morning," she said, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.

"Uunnnh; what... " he started.

"I've decided it's truth time, Sidney," she said, emphasizing his name, and giving him another squeeze. "You have a choice, Sidney," she said, repeating the emphasis, and grinned as she felt him surge in her hand. "You say you not only saw the tape of me getting fucked, but that you were there, taking part. To bend the truth, I don't remember if you were there or not." With her free hand she reached for his belt and released it. 

"Now, you can either tell the truth about that night, or I can continue to open your trousers and let everyone know why I might not remember if you were there or not." The entire room was silent as the other students from P'Town and several other international students watched the drama play out. 

Ellie's victim was only a couple of inches taller than she, making him roughly six feet tall, and weighed between 195 and 205 pounds. He was well known among the co-eds at school, though, as having one of the shortest and skinniest dicks on campus, thanks to a very gossipy freshman he had had the (mis)fortune to hook up with his first year at school.

"So, Sidney (with repeated emphasis), let's hear about your participation that night so I can show everyone why I don't remember you, or you can tell the truth," she urged, unbuttoning his waistband and pulling down on his zipper.




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"O... o... okay! I wasn't there; I only saw the video of those two guys doing that to you. That's all, I swear." Sidney's face was covered with sweat, and the plates he carried were shaking from the tension in his arms.

Ellie released her grip, and, as she said, "Thank you for telling the truth, Sidney," she patted his balls, somewhat more than gently, causing him to double over in shock and surprise. Amazingly, he didn't drop his breakfast; however, his trousers were loose enough that, when he attempted to walk to his chair, they slid down his thighs, revealing his cause for shame.

That morning, Ellie sought out the overseas study program manager and informed her that she was withdrawing from the program and would be returning home that coming weekend.

Part XC

Maggie stuck her head in the bedroom door and saw Sara tying the last of the four restraints she was going to use on Anna. Shaking her head, she asked, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anna? I know Sara said she was going to go easy on you and only use the last two feathers, but I have to say, that was easily the most intense part of what she put me through."

"Don't worry about me; I can take anything she can dish out," Anna replied with a confident grin, lifting her head to look at Maggie. Sara quickly pulled away the pillow her head had been resting on.

"Did I ever mention that I did an internship with Military Intelligence at Gitmo?" Sara asked, looking at Anna, an enigmatic smile on her face. Anna's eyes widened, a trace of fear showing in them. "Just kidding," Sara said with a small laugh.

"You bitch," Anna said, joining the laugh, but looking at Sara with suspicion.

"I warned you," said Maggie, also laughing. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Remember Sara, she has to be at the restaurant, capable of working, by noon."

"Conditions, conditions, conditions," the young brunette seemed to grumble, then smiled, and nodded her understanding. "Shouldn't be a problem. Depends on how much my Barbie doll here wants to tolerate." Outside, a horn sounded. "Sounds like Mike's getting impatient. See you later," she said, laying her nude body down next to Anna.

"Now, Anna, some things you have to remember. If I see you need a break, when we start up again, it will be at the same level of intensity. If you ask for a break, when we start up again, it will be at the next level. You can ask for a break by calling out any man's name beginning with the letter 'J', such as Joe, Jim, James, etc. If it all gets to be more than you can stand, call out Michael or Mike, and I will stop and release you immediately. Okay?"

Anna nodded. "A J name for a break, Mike or Michael to quit." 

"Very good," Sara replied and bent down to kiss Anna on the lips. She kept the kiss going until Anna responded. Sara pushed her tongue into Anna's mouth and began to slowly tongue fuck Anna's mouth with long slow strokes in and out of her oral orifice, eliciting a string of low moans from the older black haired beauty.

"Ooohhh, you are a bitch, aren't you?" Anna observed when Sara finally pulled away. "Shit, you've got my nipples tight and my pussy is running like a fucking river. I thought you were going to work me over with a couple of little feathers, not turn me on like an oven."

"All in good time, sweet Anna; I have to get you ready to enjoy the feathers." Sara leaned into Anna and placed a kiss on her jaw, just below the ear, eliciting a frustrated moan. 

"What did you mean when you called me your Barbie doll, anyway?" Anna asked, as Sara moved her lips from Anna's ear to her shoulder.

"Shhh; you're talking too much. Just relax and enjoy what's happening." Sara began a line of kisses around Anna's collarbone while her hand began sliding over the older woman's abdomen, the touch so light it was almost imperceptible.

Reflexively, Anna reacted to the light touch, her abs spasming and retracting from the delicate caress. "D...don't; that tickles," she ordered.

"Mmhmm; I know," came the answer, as Sara's hand lightly brushed against the sensitive underside of Anna's mammas, resulting in a sharp intake of breath by the restrained woman.

"Oh, no! Sara, nobody said anything about tickling! Don't! Oh, god! What have I done to myself? Sara stop! Now!"

Sara threw her leg over Anna's, so her thigh was tight against the brunette's crotch. Subtly, she began to flex her thigh muscle, pulsing it against Anna's clit. "Do you really want me to stop now, Anna? I will; just say the magic word."

Anna felt the pulses against her lady and moaned. It was a month since Evie's death. Other than the threesome with Mike and Maggie the next morning, her only release had been at her own hand--tension reducing but hardly satisfying. Although she had a feeling she would regret it, she closed her eyes and shook her head no.

Sara grinned and leaned down for a kiss. When Anna felt lips pressing on hers, she parted them for the tongue she knew would follow. As she moaned her acceptance, she felt Sara's body relaxing onto hers. Then she was aware of a differing motion, and the sensation of a wet vulva sliding up and down her thigh. Sara was humping her leg, forcing her own thigh against Anna's quim, pushing her toward orgasm.

Anna pulled away from the kiss, gasping. "Yes, yes, Sara, love! Go, go, I'm almost there, gooooo...Noooo! Damn you! Don't stop now! Saraaaa! Where are you going? Come back here! You can't leave me like this."

"I just have to get my little feathers, Love. I don't even have to leave the room. See, here I am." She dropped the pheasant feather on the bed between Anna's legs and lightly caressed one of them with the ostrich plume.

Anna felt her leg automatically flinch from the light touch, which also elicited a giggle. "Sara, no, don't..."

Sara pulled the plume away as she approached the knee. Anna took a deep breath, relaxing. With no pillow behind her head, the strain of lifting it to see what Sara was doing was too tiring, so she wasn't aware of Sara's next target until she felt the feathery fronds brushing her nipples.

"Uunnngh, what? No! Ohmigod, Sara! Don't please! (Ha ha ha ha heeheee heeha) don't Sara! Stop it now! Saaarrraaaa!" she screamed as Sara pulled the frothy feather across her body, just under her breasts. Even as the torture proceeded, Anna was aware of the tingling tickle in her pussy, telling her an orgasm was beginning to build

"Mother of God, Sara stop it—you're gonna make me come! Please, Sara, noooo..." Sara pulled the feather away just before Anna hit the point of no return. The 50-something woman relaxed and took several deep breaths to recover herself, not seeing Sara pick up the much narrower pheasant tail feather.

Anna closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she recovered from the near-orgasm. Suddenly it felt like a hundred bugs crawling across her cheeks and nose. Forgetting she was tied down, she tried to brush them away. "Sara, damn you! My face feels all buggy..."

With a laugh in her voice, Sara replied "This will help," and ran the frothy ostrich plume from Anna's elbow to her waist, barely touching her.

Anna exploded into a fit of giggling gyrations trying to escape and avoid the irritating caress of the feathery fronds. "Sara, you (hahahahahaha) skanky whore! Stop it; let me loose!" In fact, Sara wasn't moving the airy plume. Anna was bedeviling herself, trying to avoid the feathery vanes. 

Sara dropped the ostrich plume on Anna's lower abdomen, its weight barely noticeable to the gyrating woman. She moved so she was on her knees between Anna's legs. Slowly, gently, she reached out with the long pointed feather and stroked Anna's outer labia. 

When she didn't respond, Sara removed the ostrich plume and gave her a very few seconds to recover and touched her again, this time eliciting a small shriek, "What..."

Another, firmer touch followed, prompting Anna to again try to avoid the touch. This game, accompanied by pleas to be released and giggle fits, continued for a few minutes. Sara had, by then, coaxed Anna's labia to open, exposing her inner lips and clit, and open vagina. 

With a light touch and deft hand, she teased Anna with light caresses and touches all over her exposed vulva, while Anna simultaneously laughed, cried, screamed, pleaded, cursed, squirmed and twerked. 

Sara moved so she was kneeling over Anna's thigh, her slit resting on the restrained leg. Slowly, feeling her way in, she inserted the pheasant feather into Anna's vagina, causing that lady to freeze momentarily. 

"SA-RAA!! What are you... No! Sara, Don't... ohmigod, you're gonna kill me... oh, Christ, Sara... no, don't... oh, shit, Sara, I' gonna... I've gotta... Sara, please do it...Nooooo!" she cried as she felt Sara begin to twist and withdraw the deviling instrument. Anna was sobbing with frustration when Sara threw herself down on the tortured woman and began to repeat the humping motions which had aroused her so at the beginning of her bedevilment.

Restrained as she was, Anna could only move her hips, and did so, thrusting them up at Sara, meeting each of her downward thrusts with one of her own. Her vocalizations urged Sara to faster and harder thrusts, which Anna attempted to demonstrate. In less than a minute, both women were moving in erratic, random fashions, quickly culminating in mutual orgasms. 

Sara raised herself up and weakly moved to untie Anna's arm restraints before collapsing on the older brunette's chest. Anna wrapped her arms around the young woman and hugged her tight. "You really are a bitch, aren't you? I'd promise to get even, but I'm afraid the next time, you 'd kill me with pleasure, and I always promised myself if that happened, it would be with a man."

Sara laughed. "Well, if it's any consolation, you did better than I thought you would. I expected you to holler for Mike before I got to the pheasant feather. How do you feel?"

"Sort of how I think I'd feel after a gang bang—stiff, sore and wrung out."

Sara kissed the older woman gently on the forehead. "Lie here and relax. I'll go run you a warm bath, and bring you a glass of port. It'll help you recover."

"Thank you. How am I for time? I should leave about quarter past eleven."

"Loads of time. It's only nine-thirty."

"You're kidding me. That was only half an hour. Shit, I thought it had gone on for an hour or more. Okay, give me a half hour to nap then, will you, and then wake me for the bath. I better pass on the wine, but tea would be good."

"You got it. Rest now."

Part XCI

Maggie sat facing Mike across the booth in a family-oriented restaurant on the way to the high school he and Ellie had attended. They were waiting on their orders, nursing their coffees. "So, my son," she began, "what did Sara say that has you so exercised?"

"Not so much what she said, but what she asked. The other night, after I proposed and she said not yet, when I got home I told her I was sure I wanted her, for her, ya know. We went to bed and made love, and then... well, she said she had observed that we were close," Maggie nodded that she understood, " and asked how close."

Maggie's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Wow; she's a sharp lady. She mentioned to me that she thought we were close, and I told her it was just all that had gone on this summer, and she seemed satisfied."

"Well, she might have been then, but when I said yeah, we were, she asked how close."

"What did you say?"

"Well, I sort of figured it was fish or cut bait. If it was gonna chase her away, better to do it now before we got any more attached, so I told her about as close as two people can get, and she said, 'you're sleeping with her.' 

"To cut to the chase, it didn't bother her, and she said I might have to make room for her Mom, then pointed out I was gonna have five women depending on me for sex, and asked if I really wanted our marriage to be that open.

"And that's the problem–I don't know. I'd never considered it, not even after learning about Uncle Jim and Aunt Sally. Hell, I'm not even sure I understand what an open marriage is."

"Sure you do, Mike, if you think about it. In a 'closed' marriage, what most people think of as marriage, the only sex partner you have is the person you're married to. In your wedding ceremony, you take a vow that you will forsake all others, and all your physical and emotional needs are to be met by your partner.

"In an open marriage, and there are several kinds, you and your partner are free to meet those needs outside the marriage. They can range from wide open, like those Hollywood marriages where one person lives on each coast and they live independently or with some other temporary partner, but are still legally wed to each other, even though they may not have talked to each other in over a year. Or a couple might have a close friend, who enjoys the 'benefits' of sex with the couple on a regular basis, and that's the only 'open' aspect of the marriage. 

"In a manner of speaking, your father and I had an open marriage, of sorts. I knew he was screwing around and didn't care. I didn't need to since I was meeting my own sexual needs, and you kids were filling most of my emotional needs. The rest of them, well, I guess that's why I was on so many committees and feeling depressed so often."

"Okay, I can see how it would work, I just don't know how I'd feel about Sara screwing some other guy."

"Did she say it would be another guy?"

No, but... you think she might be satisfied with a woman as a partner."

"Some of the time. I was surprised how much I enjoyed being with Evie. I'd never tried that before and didn't know what to expect. 

"Does it bother you that Sara has had other lovers?" He shook his head. "Then why would it bother you if she had one now?"

"I didn't know her before. Now, she'd be promising to be my mate, my mate..."

"So would you promise to be hers, but you have also, implicitly, promised to fill the sexual needs of several other women..."

"She knows that, and says it's okay..."

"If, and it's a very big if, she has the same right---to go outside the couple to have her needs met. All she's saying, Mike, is that if it's fair for you to have sex with others, then it's fair for her. 

"What you two will have to decide are the parameters of the openness of your marriage, sort of like Evie wanted–you had a given circle you could have whenever you wanted, as long as you met Evie's needs first. If you wanted, or needed, to go outside that circle, then you had to let her know as soon as you could. 

"She said she didn't need that kind of permission, but I can guarantee you, if she had ever felt the urge, she would have expected the same sort of understanding acceptance of her actions."

"I see, I think; kind of like Dad's favorite saying, 'sauce for the goose....' You mentioned parameters. What did you mean?"

"Oh, things like who you could have sex with without informing her, and vice versa; people who would not be acceptable; conditions when it wouldn't be acceptable, like when you were angry with each other, or for revenge or to get even for something; things like that. 

"For example, Jim and Sally have agreed that they won't have sex with anyone on their block, or their street for a block in either direction. It keeps the gossip down they say. And, other than his regular sessions with Mom, no sex with anyone else for two days after a fight."

"So, if Sara gives me permission to have sex with five women, would that mean I have to give her permission to fuck five guys? And what about protection, or kids. Or...shit! It'd be easier to give up you and Anna and Ellie, but...no, I can't do that either. Double shit!"

Part XCI I 

Sara was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, reading her book when Maggie got home. "Hi; did Anna get off okay?"the tall blonde asked, setting her purse on a chair.

Sara looked at her with an amused smile. "Mmhmm, either way you meant it. She left about ten minutes ago."

Maggie, getting herself a cup from the cupboard, looked over her shoulder, a quizzical expression on her face, then she grinned. "Well, I expected that one. 

"You have Mike in such a tizzy, she's going to have to be able to pretty much take care of the restaurant by herself today."

"Poor boy," Sara said with a grin. "What's he in a tizzy about? My question about an open marriage, I bet." Maggie poured her coffee and sat down.

"Mmhmm. He said you guessed about us. How did you..."

"Friday, when he came home for lunch, when you greeted him with a kiss, it looked pretty hot, especially when he slid his hands inside your panties. I don't know much about how sons and moms kiss, but, somehow, grabbing their bare ass seems a little beyond normal."

"Yeah, we did get a little carried away there," Maggie said with a smile. "Was there anything else?" 

Sara thought a minute. "Not really; just the generally relaxed manner you two have around each other–the nudity, the openness. You're more like a couple who've been married a few years than mother and son." She got up and refilled her coffee. "What did Mike have to say about the open marriage thing?"

"He seems a little upset about the concept. I think he understands it from sauce for the goose perspective. As I told you, he has a pretty strong sense of fairness, but– Evie had made it clear to him in their earlier times that she would not be shared with another man, and I think he sort of expects that from all women. 

"I guess I'm responsible for part of that. When we got started and were discussing what we would allow, I sort of made the same statement, that I would accept another woman into our sessions, but not another man. Based on that, he..."

"Expects the same from me. I know; he as much as said so the other night. That's all?"

"No; I told him the two of you had to sit down and, if he decides he wants to go the open marriage route, the two of you have to define what that means for you. Then I gave him a list of things you should discuss–who, when, why, safe sex practices, contraception, how to handle disagreements, how to handle your responsibilities toward each other and what those are."

Sara smiled and walked over to Maggie and bent down to give her a hug. "Thank you, Maggie. You're going to be a great mother. When we have that discussion, could you be there, to keep us on track, sort of?"

"Are you sure that's what you want, Sara. Wouldn't you rather have it just between the two of you? Wouldn't you be afraid I'd be biased because he's my son and lover."

"I haven't known you very long, Maggie, only a couple of days, but I'm pretty sure you'd bend over backwards to be fair in advising us. You wouldn't be asked to take sides or arbitrate, only to keep us focused on what we're talking about. To bring up issues we seem to be neglecting, or avoiding."

"If that is the situation, then, if you both want me there, I'll be glad to help." She took a sip of coffee and made a face. "Luke warm; yuk." Standing up to take it to the microwave, she asked, "Do you have family you want to tell about your engagement?"

"Engagement? Oh, yeah; I guess it is now, isn't it?" she laughed. "Just my Mom. If Mike doesn't have to work Wednesday, maybe I can take him up to Cherry Valley and introduce them to one another."

"You have family in Cherry Valley? That's where I was born. You say your mother is there; has she lived there long?"

"She was born there, too. Her name was Woolsey before she married my dad. She was twenty when she had me, so she's forty-five now. After she married Dad, she worked in the library here in Sou'ven for several years. Then, a year or so after he was killed, she moved back to Cherry Valley and just kind of retired from the world. Dad had enough time in the Guard and on the police force she qualified for full widow's pensions, and she's getting by, mostly. I send her a bit when I can, and she always says I shouldn't, but she cashes the checks," Sara finished with a small laugh.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 07



She noticed Maggie looking at her with a quizzical expression. The youngish blonde asked, "Did you say Woolsey? That was my grandmother's name, on my father's side. They had a big farm about five miles out of town, heading north. When I was in grade school, my parents sent me there for the summer a couple of times. I can remember an older girl there a few times, she and her brother."

"Ohmigod! That was Mom's grandparents' farm. Mike and I are—what, second cousins?" She paused a few seconds, chewing her lower lip. "Well, we're still legal, at least in most states; I think there are a few that don't allow second cousins to marry, and they tend to be western or southern states. Shit! Talk about a small world. We're what? Some kind of cousin; you'd be Mom's first cousin, sooo..."

"I haven't the foggiest. I never learned the differences between first and second cousins and all that removed stuff is Greek to me. My father had a fight with his father about working on the farm, and wound up taking his wife to live in Woonsocket. Eventually we wound up in Cranston, where Mike was born."

Just then, Sara's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, expecting to see Mike calling her. She laughed, "Speak of the devil; Hi, Mom; I was just talking about you. You'll never guess who I just found out...Mom? What's wrong ...? When is he getting out...? Middle of the month... That's fine, Mom. We'll have you moved out of town by then. We'll move you here, to stay with me for a while... Don't you worry about it; I'm not with him anymore ...That's right; over a month ago ... Yeah, Mom, some one new; I'm sure you'll like him... He's practically family... Yes, I'll explain. We're thinking of coming to see you Wednesday; is that all right...? Okay, Mom; we'll see you then." 

She turned the phone off and sat, gazing into space. "Is something wrong, Sara?" Maggie asked.

"Wrong? No, not really, but troublesome, yeah.

"The brother and sister pair you recalled were probably my mother and her older brother, Jake. He's been in prison for the past nine years for incestuous rape. When Mom was fifteen, he and a friend, Dad's brother, actually, took her to the swimming hole on the farm and got her drunk. They took some Polaroids of them having sex with her, and used them to blackmail her for sex right up to the night before she married Dad. 

"Dad's Guard unit was sent overseas when I was sixteen. Uncle Jake forced his way into the house, saying Dad had told him to keep an eye on us. One night, a week or so later, I woke up and heard him forcing her to have sex with him. 

"In the morning, I saw her cheek, looking like my eye. When I got to school. I went and talked to the nurse, who called the school social worker, who...anyway, arrangements were made to find safe places for us, and when Jake got home from whatever bar he had spent the day at, the police were waiting for him. 

"At the trial, he swore he'd get even with her. Now he's getting out next month and she's afraid he'll try. If I can hide her long enough, maybe..."

"What about an order of protection?"

"From what I know of Uncle Jake, he'd drop his pants in front of the judge who signed it and use it to wipe his ass. OP's are only effective as a reason to arrest someone when they're violated." Sara sighed and shrugged. "Not much I can do about it now except HBEWPA."

"What?" laughed Maggie. "What's that?"

"Hope for the best; expect the worst, and prepare accordingly." Sara gave a small smile. "It was one of my Dad's mot toes. He said it was something his shift sergeant used to say at the end of roll call in the morning, when they started out for their patrol–'remember, men, HBEWPA'," she said, trying to imitate her father's basso voice.

Maggie smiled. "Good advice, whatever the occasion. I'm hungry; you ready for lunch? I was thinking we could put together something like a tuna caesar salad, with some grapes, cheese and crackers."

"Sounds good. What would you like me to do?"

Part XCIII 

"Michael Nelson! What is wrong with you today?" Anna asked, putting a plateful of veal Parmesan, which should have been wiener schnitzel, down in front of him. "This is your third mistake today, and it's only two o'clock, which wouldn't be too bad with any other mortal, but it's also your first three mistakes since you started here. What gives?"

"Shit! I'm sorry, Anna. It's this thing with Sara and her questions about open marriage and...everything," he finished, lamely.

"Grab yourself some coffee or a soda and come to the office. Bella and Joe can handle things for a while. You guys hear that?"

"Yes'm," answered Bella. "We got it." She watched the pair leave the kitchen before saying, "Wow, that girl sure has his balls in a twist, doesn't she. I don't ever remember seeing him this distracted over Evie."

"Open marriage, huh? Think she has some dude on the side she wants to keep humping. Good looking chick like that, even if she is a cop, I wouldn't be surprised. Somebody worked her over. Did you see her the last time she was in—black eye and bruised cheek. Gotta make him wonder."

"Yeah. He's too nice to get screwed over again. If I was fifteen years or so younger---mmm, the good times we'd have. Damn, down, girl. You gotta buy batteries as it is."

Joe laughed. "You wanna come over and join me and Dolly tonight. She's been hintin' she'd like to see you again."

"You trying to smooth talk your way into my pants again, Joe? I gotta stop at the drugstore first, then I'll be there."

Mike sat down in the chair across from Anna and placed his cola on the desk. "Would you be a kind soul and pour a shot of the bourbon you keep in your desk in there?"

"No, Mike. You're already distracted enough. I don't need you in the kitchen, addled from alcohol, making more mistakes. What's this about open marriage and Sara?"

"A week or so before the accident, the first night Evie slept at the house, she learned about me and Mom, and told me about her and her dad. A couple of nights later, in front of Mom, she told me I could continue to have sex with her and Ellie, but I had to include you, as well, just she came first.

"The other day, when I proposed to Sara, that night she asked me if I was sleeping with Mom. I told her the truth, and about you and Ellie. She said she could live with that, and said I might have to include her mother, then asked if I wanted our marriage to be that open.

I talked about it with Mom this morning, and she pointed out that it was only fair, if I could go outside of marriage to get some unmet needs satisfied, then Sara should have the same opportunity; that, even though Evie had said she didn't need that freedom, if she had ever felt the need, she would have assumed she had the right since I was. Do you think that's right?"

"Which, that she should have had the right, or that she would have assumed she did? My guess, and it is only a guess, is that she would have come to you first and talked about it, and, just like she told you, you could have a harem, she would have told you, not asked, but told you, she was going to take a lover unless you were willing to make the change necessary to meet whatever unmet need she had. And if it was curiosity, then she would tell you and do what she thought she had to do to satisfy it. In that way, she and Sara are very much alike, were very much alike. Indecisiveness is not one of their shortcomings.

"Are you in love with Sara? I know you want to marry her; it's not the same thing. Would it be the same if Maggie, Ellie and I weren't in the picture? If it meant losing her if you didn't stop your affairs with us, what would you do? If you decide on an open marriage, are you prepared for the possibility she will take one or more lovers, male and female? Would the sex of her lover make a difference to you? What if it was emotional but not physical? Would that make a difference? Wh...

"Christ! You're worse than Mom with the what if's. Sara and I need to have a long talk, I can see that. D'you suppose you could be there to kind of keep us on track? There's no way I'd ever remember everything you and Mom have suggested we need to discuss."

"Sure, Mike, if you and Sara want me there, I'll be there. I don't want my two favorite young adults to go astray."

Part XCIV 

Business at the restaurant was slow enough both Anna and Mike had time during the day to get their extra tasks done, and they were out on time. Bella and Joe both told them not to worry, they would take care of things on Monday and Tuesday, and wished them luck with the Inn.

They called the house and alerted them they were leaving and should be home in a half hour or so. Sara asked them to stop and pick up some cold lambrusca wine to go with dinner. Mike went into the store while Anna waited in the car. "What on earth could they be cooking if this is the wine for dinner?" he asked when he got back in the car. "Might as well serve Kool-Ade."

Back at the house, Sara was checking the leg of lamb she was roasting in the charcoal kettle cooker. By the time Mike and Anna got home, it would be ready to take off the grill, giving them time to have a drink and relax. She had a green salad and a warm German potato salad ready to assemble and serve. "Not as good as Mike's, but edible and tasty," she told herself, and set out the glasses for the wine.

About twenty minutes later she was carrying the meat in from the patio when Mike and Anna came into the kitchen from the garage. "Mmm, smells good in here," Mike commented. He peeked under the foil covering the meat. "Damn; I wasn't hungry until I smelled this. Wha'd you do to it?"

"Oh, just a little of this and a little of that. All stuff you had in the pantry. It has to rest a while, so sit and tell me about your day."

"My day, huh. Later, when we're alone and won't be interrupted..."

"That bad, huh? Did I do that to you? I'm sorry, sweetheart, really. If you want, we can go for a drive after dinner..." she looked up from the potato salad she was mixing.

"No, after the sun goes down, we can sit by the pool. How was your day?"

Sara laughed. "I learned the craziest thing today. Our mothers are cousins, making us second cousins. Isn't that wild? 

"If you wouldn't mind, can we drive to Cherry Valley Wednesday. I want you to meet my mother, plus she's feeling kind of fragile at the moment. I told you about my Uncle Jake; he's getting out of prison next month and she's afraid he'll go after her to get even for turning him in." 

"Sure, that's no problem. Is the farm still there? It's been ages since I was there. Before I was in middle school."

"Yeah; mom's parents live there now. They rent the arable portion to a co-op, with the stipulation they can't touch the woods. Then every five years or so, they have the forestry program at a nearby college come out and mark trees for harvesting. They get to cut them down, and sell them to a local mill. Gramps gets half and the other half goes to the school program, who gives half of their half to the students involved." She uncovered the meat and placed the platter in front of him, with a knife, to slice the boneless roast while she called the other women.

When the sun went down, a stiff southerly breeze brought in fog from the Sound, making it uncomfortable outside. Mike grabbed what was left of the lambrusca and led Sara down to the apartment in the basement. Before he could say anything, Sara slid her arms around his neck and turned her face up, saying, "You haven't kissed me since you got home. Are you mad at me?"

Mike smiled, all the resolve he'd built up through the day to have a serious discussion slipping away. "No, love, I'm not mad, but I think I should be. I made more mistakes at work today than I have since I started working." He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "And it was all your fault. Well, maybe not all, but a lot of it." 

He led her to the sofa and pulled her down on his lap. "This open marriage thing you brought up last night. What does that term mean to you?"

"You mean, how do I define open marriage?" He nodded. "It's a style of life where each member of a married couple, with the knowledge and consent of the other member, is free to have sex with people outside the marriage. I know there are variations, but that's the basic premise."

"And in your concept, if it's okay for one member, it's okay for the other?"

"If they want to, or feel a need to, yes. Why?"

"If they feel a need to? Why would they need to?"

"If they felt they were being neglected, or if their partner was away for a long time, or was ill, or..."

"Okay, I can see the last ones, but neglect? Wouldn't it be better to try to talk to the 'neglectful' partner"

"In an open, and loving, marriage, that wouldn't be an issue. But by the time a person begins to feel neglected by their spouse, to the point where they feel they need to find someone, it's probably too late for talking to do much good except agree to formally split up. Look at your parents."

"So, if one party cheats, it's okay for the other party to cheat, too?"

"If they both agree it's okay, and they keep each other informed of what they're doing, it's not cheating. If A and B get married, and acknowledge the fact that at times they will desire to have sex with other people, agreeing that is permissible, when A has sex with C, and B has a fling with D, and they let each other know about it, then no one gets hurt. They realize it's similar to scratching an itch. 

"The problem would come if A gets jealous of D for some reason, or if the bond between A and C grows stronger than the bond between A and B. That's why in an open marriage communication is so much more important than in a conventional marriage—to keep that from happening." 

"The other night you asked me if I wanted our marriage to be that open. What did you mean?"

"Maybe that was the wrong way to ask what I was trying to say. Do you want the kind of open marriage Evie was suggesting? If you do that's fine. I didn't mean to imply that I would have an equal number of lovers, but I would have the right to take a lover if I wanted to. You have to know that.

"All I was asking was if you wanted other people involved in our relationship so soon. Then you mentioned your Uncle and Aunt and I guess things got mixed up. 

"Face it, we've only known each other for a few weeks. It's been long enough for me to know I want to be with you, physically, emotionally, and sexually. I feel at ease with you, Mike, and safe, and this week, loved, by you and your mom. 

"But, as this shows, we have a lot to work on to get to really know each other. If you're going to be involved with all those women, when will we have time to be together to work on us? That's all I was asking." She turned and pressed her lips to his, coaxing them open for her tongue.

When they separated, she went on, "Maggie told me a little about your talk, and her suggestion we have a talk about the limits we would want in an open marriage, if that's what you really want. I asked her if she'd be willing to sort of moderate the discussion, to keep us on track..." She paused when Mike started to laugh. "Wha..."

"I was having such a bad day, Anna called me into the office to ask what was wrong. I told her about the problem and asked her to act as moderator, too. She said if we both wanted her there, she'd be glad to."

Sara laughed. "That's what Maggie said, too. Well, Sir Chef, what are we going to do?"



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 08



Sorry for the delay in getting this up. A couple of long trips and some mild writer's block interfered. This picks up the next morning from the end of the last chapter, with Mike and Sara coming to terms with his (unconscious) need for an open marriage. Enjoy; jb7

Part XCV

Chapter 8

They went to breakfast at the same restaurant Mike and Maggie had visited the day before, to wait out the morning rush hour traffic. About nine, they got on the road, I-91, headed for Hartford and Springfield, to pick up I-90 West to Albany, then I-87 North to Glens Falls where they would get off the interstate and look for local roads which would take them to the Wee Inn in the Woods. They had directions and a map from the realtor, plus an on-board GPS and four smart phones with similar capability.

As Mike eased onto the interstate, Sara half turned in her seat, in the shotgun position, to look at the two older women in the back. " We're all here together, and nothing else to do except watch the scenery go by, so Mike and I thought this would be a good time to discuss our feelings about open marriage. Since you have both agreed to help us, can we get started?"

Maggie and Anna looked at each other, both slightly taken aback. They had agreed, true, but individually, not expecting the talk to turn into a panel discussion. Still, both had emotional investments and ties to the young adults in the front seat, so they nodded.

Sara continued, "Last night, Mike and I started and got as far as agreeing on a definition. In an open marriage, both people can, without destroying the marriage, have sex with someone besides their spouse. We didn't talk about conditions, or timing, or limits, just the basic definition.

"Also, Mike hasn't yet decided if it is really something he wants to pursue, so while we will be discussing it all hypothetically, we are talking about it in terms of us and how we would be living within the boundaries we set up.

"You two still with me?" she asked, with a grin.

Her audience looked at each other and shook their heads, as if trying to clear them, then nodded. "So, we're talking as if you two are going to really live your lives this way, but Mike isn't sure yet. What about you, Sara?" Maggie asked.

"I told Mike it was his decision, that I'd go along either way."

"And you're okay with that responsibility, Mike?" Anna queried.

There was a slight pause as he maneuvered around a tractor-trailer, then he said, "Yeah. As we talked last night, it became pretty clear I was the one with the problem. I'm not particularly cool with the idea that Sara will be bonking someone else, but I also don't want to give up what we have. So we came up with this idea.

"With your help, we'll set up parameters for openness, as if I agreed it's the way I want to go. Then, when they're all agreed to, I'll look and see if it's really something I can live with."

"Just remember, sweetheart, your input has to reflect the way you really feel; no holding back, thinking it's not for real," Sara reminded him. "And also remember, whatever we come up with or decide, it's not chiseled in stone. If we agree to try the open life style, and find it's not working, we can change or stop it." Mike glanced at her with a smile and nodded.

"Okay," said Maggie, "how do you want to start?"

******************

Warden's Office, Osborne State Correctional Facility, Osborne, Connecticut.

"Much as it pains me, Woolsey, I've been ordered to release you a month early. You certainly don't deserve it. You've been a pain up my backside every one of the thirty-two hundred days you've been in here, but if I had my way, you'd be here another thirty-two hundred. Instead, DOC (Dep't of Corrections) tells me they need your cell for someone else, so they're putting you back on the street since you're among the group who have two months or less remaining on their sentence.

"There's a suit in the john for you to change into. Here's a hundred dollars cash to get you started on a new life, and a bus ticket to New Haven. You have an appointment with a parole officer at ten tomorrow morning at the DOC office in New Haven. The bus to the depot leaves the front gate in half an hour. There is also an order of protection against you for the members of your family. You are not to approach them or knowingly remain within fifty yards of them. Any questions?"

"I'm a free man now?" Jake Woolsey asked, picking up the packet the warden had tossed on the desk in front of him.

"Essentially," the Warden said, nodding.

Jake grinned and turned to walk to the door of the Warden's office. "Fuck you, Warden," he said as he exited the door.

The warden watched as Jake, in his cheap new suit walked past the open door of the office on his way to the gate. With a tight lipped grin, the warden dialed the front gate. "Has the bus downtown arrived yet, Peters?"

"Pulling up right now, sir."

"Wave it on."

"Sir? Woolsey's just coming out of the block."

"Peters, did I stutter?"

"No, sir." Through his window, the Warden saw Peters wave the bus by as Jake vainly ran to the gate to catch it.

"Give Woolsey the phone...Jake, I said you were free, essentially. You aren't totally free until your parole is finished. You should never insult the man in charge of the next hour of your life. I should have thought you learned that in here. Oh, well. I guess that means you'll be back sometime soon. Have a nice walk, Jake. Oh, and don't be late to your appointment tomorrow in New Haven."

Part XCVI

"Damn! Did that sign say Albany exits? Already! So, where are we with our hypothetical agreement?" Mike asked.

Sara picked up the pad she was using for notes. "You have my unquestioning permission to continue to have sex with your mother and sister, Anna, and, if she wants to join your circle, my mother, but you have to meet my needs, physical and emotional, first. And you have to be there to sleep beside me every night we're both in the same city.

"I don't know about Ellie and Mom, but with me and the other older women, excuse me ladies, you won't have to worry about safe sex or contraception unless, for some unforeseen reason, we have unprotected sex with someone outside our group. Except with our family circle, no consensual unprotected sex, for any of us.

"Each of the other women in our family circle can expect to see you alone at least once every two weeks, otherwise I can join you for a threesome whenever I want.

"If we're having a major disagreement, defined as one that has lasted overnight, neither of us can have sex with anyone else until we've made love on two different days after we resolve it, and the days have to be separated by a period of sleep lasting at least six hours.

"Subordinates in our departments are off limits to us; that means no kitchen staff or wait staff for you, but if you see some cute maid, and I don't object, you can go for it. Grounds staff and the acting troupe are fair game for us both. However, there will be no pimping, or asking us to have sex with someone as a favor or to help the other one to seduce someone. No close friends unless they are in a couple relationship and we're both attracted to both of them, or rather, like both of them.

"For me--no male friends of yours without your permission; no more than one guy at a time, not just threesomes, but not dating or seeing more than one guy at a time, not including one nighters. If I engage in a threesome, you have to be one of the other two people, unless it's an all girl affair.

"If either of us is away from home overnight, or for an extended period, no sex with someone we think the other would not give their permission for. Along with that, no revenge fucks, to get even for something. If one of us hurts the other somehow, we have to resolve it before either of us has sex with someone else, period."

"Okay, uh, Glens Falls coming up. Do we get off here?"

"Yes, Mike, Exit onto route 149 toward Fort Ann and Whitehall, then route 22A south to Granville. The realtor's map said the road to the Inn will be about four miles on the left," Maggie told him.

"Got it. Is there anything we haven't talked about or decided as far as the open marriage concept is concerned. I told you, Mom, this is so friggin' complicated, it'd be easier to give up you, Anna and Ellie, but..."

"You can't or won't, right" said Sara, with a big smile. "Has he always been this transparent, Maggie?"

"Only to those of us who love him," she answered, with a smile.

"Is there anything you want to add, sweetheart. While a lot of it concerns both of us, most of it is about you, and your responsibility to me."

"Unh uh. You've already said you won't screw my friends or do anything to embarrass me with them, or if I have a good reason to ask you not to go with someone, you won't, and if you have a question about whether I'd object to someone, you'd say no.

"One thing, Uncle Jim and Aunt Sally vacation at places where open sex is the norm, and go to parties where pretty much anything goes. If we ever find ourselves in that situation, then..."

"You said it, Mike, anything goes. Is that what you want?"

"I...I want to know what you think about that."

"If I was planning our vacation, and I knew that was a possibility at a location we were considering, I'd put it at the bottom of the list. If the two of us are taking a vacation together, then I'd want us to be together. Does that answer your question?"

He looked at her and smiled, the relief he felt written on his face. "Yeah, babe, it does. No sex parties or orgies for us."

"Unless it's with our moms and Anna. You can have an orgy with us any time," she said with a grin as she looked out the windshield. "Ooh, here's our turn for Granville. We're almost there."

Part XCVII

Twenty minutes later they were getting out of the car, parked in the unloading circle in front of the Wee Inn in the Woods. The lodge and main residence hall was a three story building built as half a hexagon with the lodge built toward the center with the dining hall behind it, comprising the first floor of the central part of the residence facility. The front of the building had a rustic look, the exterior walls looking like they were constructed of logs.

The four of them stretched, removing the kinks brought on by the three and a half hour drive. Mike and Maggie both turned to look at the view afforded to the Inn. "Damn, that looks familiar," Mike said.

"It certainly does," agreed Maggie. "It's like looking out across the valley from the cabin's lake." She turned to look up the hill behind the Inn. "Do you suppose..."

"Shit! I bet you're right. Isn't that a blast in the ass."

"What?" Sara and Anna said together.

"If we're right, our cabin is at the top of this hill." Mike turned to point up to the top of the hill behind the Inn. "Wild, huh?"

"Wouldn't it be great if the land in between were for sale at a reasonable price. Then we could clear hiking trails and cross country skiing and snowshoeing trails, clear some picnic spots, some secluded spots for people in the honeymoon cabins..."

"Easy, girl. Don't let this open marriage stuff influence all your thinking. We still want this to be family friendly..."

"And you plan on having nude dinner theater? Better make up your mind. I can't see many families bringing their children to a place where the dinner entertainment is a play performed by naked actors.

"What I was thinking, if you had access to the surrounding land, you could lay out a honeymooners' trail, clearly labeled, so families could avoid it. Along the trail there would be a half dozen picnic spots off the trail where the couple could enjoy sex al fresco. Trails to the bowers could be closed or some sort of signal to let people coming later know they were being used."

"Ooh, Sara, I like the way you think," enthused Anna. "But they wouldn't necessarily be just for honeymooners, would they?" The quartet turned and walked toward the Lodge as they talked.

Inside the rustic nature of the Inn was continued, with the interior walls continuing the log-built theme. When they registered, they asked if the owner was available. The teenaged desk clerk nodded and turned to shout into an office behind the counter, "Gram, someone here to see you."

"Ronnie, there's no need to shout. I'm not deaf, yet, but you will be soon if you don't get that radio out of your ear." The grey-haired buxom woman who emerged from the office had an attractive face and a warm welcoming smile.

"Hi. You must be the Nelson party. I'm Stevie Morton. My husband, Ron, and I own the Inn. Kate, our realtor, said you were coming up today. I wasn't sure what kind of accommodation you wanted, so I put you in the family cabin. It has a king and a queen size bed, and is closest to the lodge.

"Are you parked in front? Let me get a cart and you can follow me. I'll be there in just a minute." with that she turned and went back into the office.

The group looked at each other, shrugged and went out to the Volvo. In a few seconds, Stevie appeared on a golf cart. "Okay, just follow me. It's blacktop all the way."

She led them to a large A-frame structure, about 30 x 30, with shake siding. Inside, it was divided into two large rooms, a bedroom and a living area with a fireplace, and a small kitchenette. Off the kitchenette, was a bathroom with tub/shower, vanity and toilet. The bedroom, with the large beds, was crowded, but workable.

As they unloaded the car, Stevie started to describe the cabin facilities. "All the cabins are self contained, with their own natural gas generators. If they aren't in use, which is rare, we can shut them down. Each cabin has its own septic system. During the summer, our busiest season for the cabins, they're serviced bi-weekly."

Inside the cabin, she went on, "All the cabins have the small kitchen, suitable for light breakfast, snacks and coffee or tea, and they all have the same bath.

"This one was originally designed for families and had the queen bed with two singles for children. Then people coming back would ask for it and wanted to push the twins together so adults could use it, and they started showing up with other adult couples.

"I stopped wondering about them a long time ago, figuring it was none of my business, but they certainly seem to be in a good mood when they come down to the lodge for breakfast," she laughed. "Each cabin has a small lawn area which is hidden from the road, so they can sunbathe nude if they want. Those areas are mowed weekly, usually on Friday, the checkout day for the cabins, which are normally rented by the week only."

"And there are ten cabins? How far is the last one?" Maggie inquired.

"About a half mile; the cabins are located every hundred yards along the road here, but they're staggered, on each side as you go back so the space between cabins on each side of the road is about two hundred yards. We tried to preserve the trees and rocks when we built them, so the spacing isn't exact. They're all about twenty or twenty five yards off the road, so they have as much privacy as possible.

"We ask the guests to leave their cars in the lot down by the lodge. They are provided with electric carts to get around the grounds from the trailhead to the lodge and swimming areas. We do the same for the guests who stay at the lodge. Over the years we've been able to assemble a fleet of carts by buying used ones from the golf courses around as they got new ones. We think it helps keep air pollution down. For tonight, you can park your car by the cabin. I'll leave the cart I drove up in for you, so you can look around the grounds. I can walk back to the lodge while you get settled in. Take your time looking around and I'll see you at the lodge later."

"Mrs. Morton, just a quick question before you leave. Do you know who owns the land behind the Inn, going up the hill?" Mike asked.

"Up the mountain, and to the west is all state land, as is the land for a mile south of the right of way. To the east, the land belongs to the County. If you purchase the Inn, then you have a 5-year option to buy up to three sections of the state land at a dollar an acre, but it has to be left wild, with minimal improvement, and it has to border the inn property.

"You have a similar option for the County property, but you're limited to two sections, and the land is tax free for three years. They are also a little more lenient about improvements, allowing shacks and cabins as long as the essential nature of the property remains the same.

"Anything else?" The four looked at each other and shook their heads. "Okay, see you later then," said the attractive grandmother.

Part XCVIII

Mike and Sara unloaded the car while Maggie and Anna explored the interior of the cabin. It was neat and clean, comfortable, but not luxurious. When everything was in from the car, they walked out to the private lawn area. It was a grassy area, about twenty-five feet square, with a pair of upholstered chaise longues and a small round table, surrounded by a six feet tall hedge of a flowering bush none of them recognized.

As they walked around the grassy area, the sound of a distinctly feminine laugh came from up the hill, followed by, "Yesssss!" The quartet looked at each other and grinned.

"Honeymooners, ya think?" asked Anna, laughing.

The others nodded and Maggie asked, "Well, shall we take a ride around the grounds and see what's what? Since we're already in the honeymoon area, lets go see if we can find an empty cabin to look at," she suggested. With murmurs of assent, they walked through the cabin and climbed into the four-seater cart.

As Mike backed up to turn around and exit, a cart came down the road, headed for the lodge. Mike turned onto the road, headed up the hill. Although the cabins were back from the road, they were all easily visible. "Chalet, salt-box, ranch, chalet, ranch, salt-box," Sara noted as they drove past the cabins. "Three easy to build styles, offering variety in shape and in colors, so it's easy to tell them apart. Oh, there's one with no cart--the white ranch."

"Shall we take a look?" Mike said, pulling into the short driveway.

They got out and approached the door. Before trying the latch, Sara knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened, revealing a tall, nude, attractive auburn haired young woman familiar to Mike. "Did you forget...ooooh!" she gasped, stepping back into the cabin.

"Marty? My god, it is a small world." laughed Mike. "Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude. We were looking for an empty cabin to inspect."

"Mike? I'll be damned. Come on in. You've seen all I have to hide. Ted, my... roommate went to the lodge to get our lunch. Inspect away. How's your Dad? I hear he's selling the business."

It suddenly occurred to Mike that Marty didn't know, or didn't recognize Maggie. "Uh, Marty, this is my Mom, Maggie Nelson; Anna Masters, and Sara McIntyre, my fiancé. Ladies, this is Marty..." He looked at the tall redhead. "I'm sorry, Marty; I never learned your last name."

"MacGregor. Hello, Mrs Nelson; I used to work for Mr. Nelson. Mrs Masters, I'm sorry about your daughter. Ms McIntyre. Did Mike do that to you? Tsk tsk, Mike."

"You were the associate on Harry's last trip?" asked Maggie. Cocking her head to the side, Marty nodded, wondering what was coming. With a slight smile, Maggie went on, "I hope you two had a good time. We certainly did at the cabin."

Slightly puzzled, Marty answered, "I always had a good time with Harry, at least until he saw you coming out of a beauty shop a few weeks ago. Then I knew it was time for me to move on. I hope there aren't any hard feelings, toward Harry or...anyone."

"None at all, Ms MacGregor. Harry's ... involvement with you was a symptom, not a cause for anything. Being upset with you would be like being upset at the pain from a broken leg. But, everything has worked out for the best.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 08



"Do you mind if we just take a quick peek into the bath and bedroom?"

"No, go ahead. Are you thinking of buying the place. I hope someone does. Ted and I have been coming here for four or five years now. I'd hate to see it close. At $750 a week, it's a hard deal to beat. Room, meals, privacy up the wazoo, swimming in the river or a heated pool, all the hiking trails, satellite tv, WiFi, and a hot tub you can reserve for just two, or there's a larger one for bigger parties."

"You say you come back every year with Ted? How come?" asked Mike.

"Why do we come back, or why come back with Ted?"

"Yeah," Mike grinned.

With a laugh, she answered, "Ted and I got married in college, and divorced while I was working on my Master 's degree. We came here for our honeymoon, paid for by our parents. We are actually step siblings, whose parents married after we did. We introduced them when we set them up on a blind double date with us. It's partly sentimental, and he's a good... lay," she finished with a smile.

Sara came up to them and asked, "Do you mind if I take a look outside?"

"Help yourself, but mind the laurel. The sap and the honeydew are caustic, and will cause a rash worse than poison ivy."

Sara flashed her a smile. "Thanks for the warning. Coming from Connecticut, you'd think I'd recognize it." With a wink to Mike, she turned and went out onto the lawn. Slightly smaller, it was similar to the one by the family cabin. She walked up to the laurel hedge and inspected the cup shaped blooms. She felt, more than heard, Mike come up behind her.

"Be careful of these flowers," she warned him. "The honeydew is oily and doesn't wash easily." She looked at him over her shoulder. "You seemed pretty comfortable with our naked hostess. Have you known her long?"

Mike laughed. "When I got home from school this year, I walked in on her and Dad screwing in the front room of the house. Including that time, I've seen her five times, only once with any clothing on at all, and that was at Evie's viewing..."

There was an angry shout from the cabin, followed by the sound of breaking glass. The two young adults hurried into the cabin where Maggie and Anna were trying to calm down an obviously upset young man who looked to be in his late twenties.

"Christ, Marty! What the fuck is it with you? Every friggin time I leave you alone for ten minutes, you're naked with somebody else. Now you're picking up old women! Isn't there anyone off limits for your twisted appetites? Don't try to tell me you were getting them for me! That didn't work with the dean's daughter and it won't work now!" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sara and Mike come in. "Shit! More? What the fuck...were you planning on staging an orgy? Who else is coming? Stevie? She'd fit right in with these other two..."

"You can stop right there, buddy!" shouted Mike. "I don't know what your problem is other than stupidity with a large dose of intolerance and lack of manners, but you're wrong about what is going on here."

"Butt out, junior, before I clean the floor with you!"

"No, Mike, it's okay. This is Ted. I can handle him. It'd be best if you and your family leave us alone."

"Mike! So you know this son of a bitch! That's it, junior! You're out of here, now!" Ted was all but screaming as he turned and charged toward Mike.

Before Mike could move, Sara stepped in between them and intercepted Ted's charge. Before anyone realized what had happened, he was face down on the floor, his hands trapped under his stomach, with her sitting in the small of his back, her hand apparently tangled in his hair, pulling his head back.

"You ready to listen, Ted, or should I let go. You should know that if I let go, the chances are real good you'll break your nose, and possibly your jaw, as well as wind up with a concussion. Or you can calm down and listen to Maggie and Anna explain why we're all here. It's up to you, listen, or break your face?"

"I...I'll listen, just don't let go of my head like this. Please."

"Yes, Sara, is it? Please be careful; he's a male model, and if he damages his face, he'd be out of work."

Sara slowly relaxed her grip and lowered Ted's face to the floor, but remained on his back, holding his head down. "Maggie? Anna?"

"Yes," Anna said. "Well, Mr MacGregor? We are here this week inspecting the property, to see if we wish to purchase it, and restore it to a dinner theater. We were looking for an empty cabin to inspect and tried the door to this one and discovered your lovely companion, who is acquainted with young Mr Nelson through her last employment. You owe her and him an apology for your nasty insinuations, not to mention the ones you owe Mrs Nelson and myself, but I'm willing to forego those for your word that you will not get up until we are gone."

Sara felt his body slump as Ted relaxed and the meaning of Anna's words sank in. "I promise," he stated. "I'm sorry, Marty; I...I'm sorry, and I apologize to you, too, Mike. If you know Marty at all, you understand, I hope."

Mike glanced at Marty, who was leaning against the couch, her arms crossed under her breasts, a wry smile on her face. "Frankly, Ted, I've only met her a few times, but I got the impression that she's a good natured soul who has some healthy appetites. I also get the sense that she's fairly ambitious, wants the finer things in life and will do whatever she must to get them."

Mike grinned as Marty covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. "Sara," she said, "keep him down while I steal a kiss from your fiancé, then you guys should leave so Ted and I can settle this."

"Okay, Marty, but just one. I'm even more jealous than Ted seems to be." Sara got off Ted's back and moved so she faced him straight on. Maggie and Anna watched as Marty reached up and grabbed Mike's head and pulled him to her for what seemed to be a tongue filled kiss.

They were even more wide-eyed when they saw Sara lift Ted from the floor and engage him in a similar activity, with the addition that she took his hands and pulled them to her breasts and held them there for the duration of the kiss.

She released his hands and backed away, saying, "There, we're all even. Satisfied?" With a puzzled grin, Ted nodded. Sara stood up and glanced at Mike, who had an expression of lust, anger and resignation. "Time for us to go, people, and get out of these folks' hair," she said, heading for the door.

Part XCIX

Maggie and Anna climbed into the back seat and traded concerned looks. In the front, Sara was buckling herself in as she looked at Mike settling himself in the front seat. He looked at her, plainly upset. "What was that all about, you kissing that... guy? And letting him put his hands all over you?"

"First, he didn't put his hands all over me. I put his hands on my boobs, and held them there so they wouldn't go anywhere else. Are you upset that some other guy felt up my boobs?"

"In front of me, yes!" Mike exploded.

"Even though your hands were full of his girlfriend's ass?"

"I did n...What's that got to do with it?"

"If you're this upset at a little boob play, how are you going to handle a truly open marriage? This was a little demonstration of the negative part of an open marriage. Tonight, I'll demonstrate the positive aspect. Now lets take a ride up to the beginning of the hiking trails."

The group spent a brief period touring the grounds, taking in the trailhead, the natural swimming hole, the two tennis courts, and the heated swimming pool. They also saw the out buildings where they had talked about building some sort of dormitory for the actors. There was a large two-story house, too, where, they assumed, Stevie and her family lived. When they were done, they returned to the lodge, where Stevie had prepared a platter of cold cuts and sandwich fixings along with some lemonade and iced tea for their lunch.

She sat with them while they ate, asking them if there were any questions. "Aren't you afraid someone will be seriously hurt by the laurel, as toxic as it is?" Anna asked.

"Oh, I forgot to warn you about that, didn't I? We have a warning in the welcoming packet of information we give each guest, and there is a warning printed on the door to the lawn. The laurel is quite effective at keeping, shall we say, the overly curious from trying to see into the private lawns.

"The variety we planted grows to about 75 inches high, and bushes out to about three feet. The only way to see through the hedges is to lay right up next to them to look through the sparse growth at the bottom, but then you'd be covered in their sap. Not a pleasant experience."

"You offer hiking, swimming, and tennis that we saw, as well as just hanging out. Is there anything else?" Maggie asked.

Before she could answer, Mike asked, "Before you answer, could I see the kitchen?"

When Stevie seemed to hesitate, Maggie explained, "Mike is going to be our chef. In addition, if we pursue this, we have a contract to train the line cooks for a well known gourmet restaurant near New Haven. Part of our decision will be based on how much up-dating is necessary."

"I understand," Stevie answered. "My hesitation wasn't any impulse to hide anything. They are just beginning final preparation for the dinner hour. I'll have Lara take you back and introduce you." She caught the eye of an attractive, middle-aged woman and called her over. Stevie gave her instructions to take Mike to the kitchen and introduce him to the assistant head cook.

When he was gone, Stevie went on to explain the recreational resources in the area, describing the horseback riding, boating and fishing activities available in the summer as well as the racing at Saratoga. She also talked about the winter sports--downhill skiing, cross country skiing, snowshoeing, sledding and tobogganing at some of the skiing centers.

"Year round, we have live music and dancing after the dinner hour. There are a half dozen or so fairly good professional groups who sort of make a circuit through some similar venues, so we see each of them a couple of times a year. Each has their own sound, but they all play the same kind of music, it seems to me; still, they're different enough it's not boring."

Maggie asked how long it had been since the theatre had been used. "Oh, dear," Stevie sighed. "Since a bit after the turn of the century. Ron had a cousin who was an agent for one of the companies which organized the touring companies. While he was alive, we got a break on the required return, but when he died, it became too expensive for us to get decent productions, and then we started losing money on the ones we could afford."

As Stevie finished talking, Maggie saw Mike coming back to the table, a smile on his face. "You look pleased," she said, greeting him.

"Yeah, from what you said, I wasn't sure what to expect. Whoever updated the kitchen last knew what they were doing. It's good quality hardware and it's been well maintained. And it's well laid out. If the oven thermostats are okay, we're good to go."

"Sounds good." Maggie turned to Stevie, "Would it be possible to see a few of the hotel rooms and facilities now, especially one of the suites, and a mid-priced room and a budget level room, if you have such a thing?"

"Certainly; we have eight budget rooms, located on the first floor, four at each end of building. They're pretty much like any Motel 6 room--a double bed, tub/shower, TV, and phone..." and she went on to describe the rooms as they toured the rooms and suites. "... and behind the lodge, there is a wing with an additional fifteen rooms which can be quickly readied if they're needed. Those are all equipped like our standard rooms," she said as they exited the elevator after seeing the luxury suites. "Do you have any questions, or want to see anything else?"

"I think we've seen everything, haven't we? Mike, Sara, can you think of anything?" Maggie asked, looking at the younger pair.

Sara spoke up. "Do you and your family live in the house we saw up near the swimming pool?"

Stevie nodded. "I imagine you'll want to see it. It will have to be in the morning, tomorrow. My husband is in Saratoga Springs all day today, and I have to be here or relatively close by."

"Tomorrow, after breakfast then?" Maggie asked, and got a nod in return.

"You said you saw the swimming areas; did that include the skinny dipping pool?" Stevie asked. "We have a small pool, upstream from the larger one just north of the end of the blacktop. It's surrounded by a privacy hedge like the backyards of the cabins, and it's adults only.

" As you approach the larger pool, there's a path off to the left so it looks like it's going into the forest. Sixty or seventy yards up that path, there's a yew hedge. Beyond that, the path will take you to the bareass pool, as it's often called.

"I'll warn you, though, if you're thinking of using it, the spring that feeds it isn't far away and the water is chilly enough, excuse my frankness, to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

"There have been rumors of some brides threatening to annul the marriage after swimming there, citing false representation. Supposedly, everything is fine by the next morning, because they're all smiles when they come to breakfast."

"Which is when," asked Sara, "and your dinner hours, too?"

"We start serving dinner at five-thirty and close the kitchen for hot food at eight-thirty; breakfast starts at seven, and closes at nine-thirty. Hot lunches are available from eleven to one. Sandwiches, salads and cold snacks and appetizers can be had from nine in the morning until ten at night. It would, of course, be up to you to come and get it,, as we don't offer room service, but if a patron is ill, we will put up a tray for them if it is wanted."

"Does the restaurant get much non-patron business?" Mike wanted to know.

"Not so much during the week, maybe a couple of dozen parties through the week, but Saturday and Sunday, yes. By Saturday afternoon, the lodge is generally full, so we have all of them to feed; our off-ticket diners will usually come close to doubling that. Our weekend dinners usually number around two-hundred to two hundred-twenty-five dinners or so served each night. Not huge, but enough to pay me to have some fun in the kitchen now and then."

Mike grinned and nodded his understanding and was about to comment when Sara broke in, "Well anybody up for a skinny dip? Stevie, can you join us?"

Stevie grinned. "As tempting as that sounds, I'm afraid I have too much work to get caught up. Tonight's dinner special is Chicken Pan-Dowdy--a chicken stew topped with a biscuit crust. Based on Apple pan-dowdy. Shall I save you some in case you don't get back in time?" The four nodded and took their leave.

Part C

Jake walked out of the Parole Officer's cubicle with a list of employment possibilities in his hand. Last night he had caught the last bus from Osborne to New Haven and had slept on the bus for the two-hour ride. He had then found a men's shelter for the night. Now, he needed to find a library to look up a number in Cherry Valley. On his way out of the building, he tossed the papers the PO had given him.

In the New Haven Central Library, he asked for directions to the out of town phone directories. He found the one he was looking for and was soon looking at the listing he wanted. "Shit," he thought, "she's even at the same fucking house."

He copied the number and went to the main desk and asked if there was a phone he could use to make a long distance call. Without saying a word, the clerk pointed to the line of pay phones in the lobby. Jake looked at the phones, then back to the grey-haired clerk. With a smile that didn't show in his eyes, he said, "Thanks," and walked away, muttering, "for nothing."

He placed a long distance collect call from Seth Jacoby. When he heard her answer the operator and say she didn't know any Seth Jacoby, he hung up the phone before the operator got back to tell him the call had been refused.

His next stop was a bar down near the docks. When he walked in, the smell of stale beer and cheap whiskey made his mouth water, but he took a deep breath and braced his body against the temptation. He walked up to the bar and told the bartender, "I'm looking for a guy named Lefty Pieters. Mick Edwards said he might be able to help me."

Without saying anything, the bartender nodded his head toward the end of the bar. Jake looked, but didn't see anyone. He looked back to the bartender who, by that time, had started toward the end of the bar. Jake followed. When he got there, the barkeep reached for a buzzer and told him to wait in the back booth.

A few minutes later a tall cadaverous looking man slid into the booth across from him. He remembered Mick's instructions: "Wait for him to talk. He'll ask you what you want. Tell him I said he might be able to help you. Wait for him to ask what else I told you, then say I told you to say that you were a gumby warrior."

He followed Mick's instructions. After the gumby warrior statement, there was a full minute of silence as the man named Lefty examined him. "Is that what Mick told you to say?"

"Yeah, that's what he said--tell him I told you to say you were a gumby warrior. That's an exact quote, dammit! Can you help me out?"

"How much of the hundred do you have left? Probably about 75, right. I don' wanna take all yer cash. Give me fifty. I got sumpin' you can use. How close you gonna get?"

"Dunno. Depend on what I got to use. Pro'bly across a room. Why?"

"Jus' wanna be sure I get you sumpin' useful. C'mon, cash."

"I need to see it first, to see..."

"Listen, lowlife. For someone like you, right out of the house, I'm the only game you get to play. You get the gun and a magazine of ammo that will work in it, all for half a C. Are you worried I'm gonna stiff you and not come back. That's good; it shows your thinkin'. Think on this--if I did that, how long would I be in business, or breathin'.

"I'll be back in less than ten minutes with a selection of three pistols, all .25 caliber. They may not be the best weapon in a gunfight, but they're the best you can afford right now, 'n' I'm willing to bet, you got no way to get more money right now. So cash, now, or when I get up, I don't come back."

With a snarl Lefty either ignored or didn't hear, Jake pulled the cash from his pocket and slid it across the table. "I'll be back in ten or less," the tall man said sliding out of the booth. It was seven.

He slid back into the booth, holding a messenger bag. Looking around to make sure no one could see, he reached in and pulled out three small pistols, of the Saturday night special class. "Here you go, gumby warrior. Easy to hide, easy to shoot. Just make sure the safety is off, point and pull the trigger. You gotta pull the trigger for each shot, otherwise the gun would empty itself during the recoil. If yer more than thirty feet away, aim a little high."

"Any one better than the others?"

"Not really. You wanna raise some fast cash with a street holdup or a mom and pop, it's gonna look a lot bigger than it is, especially the nickel plates, but to conceal, the black one is the way to go. With the matte finish, there's no glare to give it away."

"Okay; I'll take it. Where can I get some ammo?"

"Any hunting or outdoor supply store. You want the 50 grain full metal jacket. It's the most common .25 caliber ammo. Might not pack as much punch, but it'll give you better penetration than the soft nose shit."

"Okay. Thanks, Lefty. When Mick gets out next December, tell him Jake said thanks, too."

"Sure will. I wouldn't flash that around until you're ready to use it. Unless you got a license to carry it," he grinned.

Part CI

After stopping at their cabin to change into swim suits, Mike and the women made the trip by cart to the large swimming hole. They found the path Stevie had described and made their way to the bareass pool. To their chagrin, there was another couple already there. Mike groaned as soon as he saw the reddish hair. Sara looked at him and grinned.




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She pulled his head down so she could whisper to him. "You wanna fuck her? I bet if we told the guy he could fuck Maggie and Anna, he'd let us have her."

"No! First, I'm not interested in fucking her, and second, aren't you the one who insisted on including the no pimping rule in our open marriage rules?"

"Okay, sweetie. Just checking. I guess, then, you'd object if I..."

"Yes! Christ! Is this what open marriage means to you? I think you and I need to go talk to my Uncle Jim and his wife."

"That's a good idea. Maybe Wednesday, after we go see my mom."

Maggie and Anna had found a soft grassy spot to lay out the blanket and towels they had brought. With barely a glance at the other couple, they stripped off their bathing suits. When the younger members of the party saw them, they quickly followed suit.

Even from across, and down the length of the pool, they could hear the angry snort from Ted, Marty's companion. Without seeming to, they watched as he hurriedly pulled on his suit. Marty, on the other hand, took her time, making a show of fitting her thong and bra so all her 'vital' areas were covered.

As they exited the pool area, Marty came over to Mike. "I just wanted to warn you. The water seems extra cold today. Don't dive in, and be sure to protect your jewels or they'll disappear, even those big ones," she said, glancing down to his crotch.

Sara came up to them and slipped her arm around Mike's waist. "Don't worry, Marty. I'll see that he takes very good care of them. You'd better watch out for Ted; he's giving Maggie a close once over, even though he considers her an older woman".

The trio glanced over toward the opening, where Ted was standing, trying to not look like he was ogling Maggie. Marty laughed then turned to Mike and Sara. "We're going down to dinner in an hour or so. Why don't you join us? There's only one other couple our age, and they're so wrapped up in each other and being married, it's impossible to carry on a conversation with them."

Before Mike could answer, Sara spoke up. "That would be lovely, but we have to decide on whether or not this is the right investment for us, and we don't have much time here. But thank you for the thought."

Marty looked at Sara and then at Mike. "You're sure?" she asked, looking at Mike.

"After the incident in your cabin this afternoon, we're sure," Sara interjected, making Mike recall how he felt seeing Ted's hands gripping Sara's breasts.

He nodded. "We really do need to discuss our impressions privately, Marty, but thanks for the invitation."

Marty's expression turned sad. "Okay. I'm sorry, but I understand. If things work out, maybe I'll see you all here next year. Tell Harry I said hi." She turned and walked away, hitting Ted on his shoulder when she reached him, and pointed at Maggie's nude body. As the couple left the pool area, Marty glanced back over her shoulder and winked at them.

Part CII

It took them about a half hour over dinner to come to the conclusion that the inn was something they wanted to try. As they exited the dining room they saw Stevie and invited her to join them for a drink. Over the drink they arrived at an agreement regarding price and got a list of precisely what was included, in terms of buildings, equipment and supplies.

They all agreed to meet at the realtor's office in Glens Falls the following noon, after the house tour, to formalize the deal. As they strolled back to the cabin, Maggie placed a call to the law firm her lawyer in New Haven had recommended and left a message for them to call her first thing in the morning, telling them the reason and the money amounts involved.

Back in the cabin, Sara put her arm around Mike's waist and turned to the two older women. "Before lunch, in Marty and Ted's cabin, I showed Mike one of the down sides of an open marriage and promised to show him one of the benefits tonight, but I need you two to help me. Will you?"

"What would we have to do," Anna asked, her curiosity evident in her voice.

Sara smiled at her. "Yesterday, Anna, I came close to torturing you. Tonight, you have a chance to get even. I'll let you secure me to the bed and then, within limits, you do whatever you want to my body, while Mike and Maggie make love and watch us. Then, when Mike climaxes, you and Maggie switch roles. Finally, when he comes again, he and Maggie would switch."

"Dear, as delightful as that sounds," Maggie interrupted, "I'll let Anna use my time, too. I think Mike's first climax will come so soon she won't have enough time to exact a satisfactory revenge."

Sara laughed and nodded. "Okay, but after he comes in you a second time, we get to watch while he makes love to Anna, or you can spend the time bringing me to climax, unless that's Anna's method of torture."

"Climaxing as torture? That's an interesting concept," Mike said. "I don't think I've ever heard of it."

"Then forget I..." Sara started.

Maggie interrupted her. "Think, Mike, what it would be like if you were in a situation where your penis was being constantly stimulated to the point of orgasm, no matter how long it took to get there. Think what condition you would be in, it would be in. Think how it would feel when there was no more opportunity for you to renew your supply of seminal fluid, let alone semen.

"As bad as that might feel, it is worse for a woman because the orgasmic experience involves so much more than just her genital area. I know it does for men, too, with the elevated heart rate and more rapid breathing, but with a woman, almost every muscle in her body is affected to some degree. It doesn't take long before the experience is no longer enjoyable, and then it is a short trip to painful, and a much longer trip until you look forward to the pain of orgasm."

"Is that the voice of experience?" Anna wanted to know.

Maggie shook her head. "No, but when I was modeling, I had an assignment with a couple of older Oriental models. There was something about their eyes...We got talking one night, and it eventually turned to sex. They offered to demonstrate on me and the other girl working with us. I said no, but Elsie... after her first climax, in twenty minutes she was begging them to stop.

"They had put a small vibrator inside her vagina and used their tongues and fingers on her clitoris. After they stopped, she was sobbing for an hour." She looked at Sara. "As bad as the tickling was, I would choose it any time over being made to climax constantly."

Anna nodded. "Damn, girl, now I have to change my plans," she laughed. "Well, lets get started. Everyone naked?" she asked, looking at Sara.

"Seems best to me," she said, pulling off her shirt. "Anna, if you want to use them, there are feathers in the box in my suitcase, on top of my clothes."

"I don't think I'll need them, but these scarves you brought along will be helpful. Lie down in the middle of the smaller bed, please." Sara complied, smiling, thinking she could withstand anything now. She had really been afraid Anna would use the feathers, and Sara was unable to withstand any prolonged tickling without losing her bladder.

Maggie and Mike took their place on the king bed, Mike spooning Maggie, his cock positioned right at her introitus. As Anna looped scarves around each of Sara's limbs, Mike pushed in, burying his glans in Maggie's pussy. With each tie down she completed, he pushed further in, achieving full penetration as she tied down Sara's second leg.

Anna stood back and looked at Sara, naked in the center of the bed, spread-eagled, her dark nipples erect and sticking up like the cherry on a sundae. The dark nest in the center of her body seemed to punctuate the paleness of her skin where it was protected by her bikini bottoms.

She casually disrobed and watched Mike begin to pump his hips against Maggie's ass. She stretched her hand down to rub her clit as she watched them, getting it ready for the task at hand. "Sara," she finally said, "you have shown yourself to be pretty much of a take charge person. I know part of that is your police training, but I suspect a large part is your basic personality.

"Until this is over, any orders or directions you give will be totally ignored. You can beg, wheedle, plead, direct, order, beseech, pray, entreat, whatever, and it will do you no good. The three of us will do to, or ignore, you, as we wish.

"Now, as I understand our purpose this evening, it is to show Mike what it would be like to watch another person making love to you while he is busy screwing someone else. Therefore, instead of exacting retribution in the fashion you imagined, I am going to make love to your body while you are powerless to respond anyway but vocally, which I will ignore. In fact..." and she picked up another scarf to push into Sara's mouth.

"Can you breathe okay?" Anna asked, and when Sara nodded, leaned down and began to place butterfly kisses all over her young friend's face. Her hands softly, slowly caressed the young brunette, moving from her shoulders to her hips, touching her as lightly as a feather. Sara pushed up into her, reveling in the contact---the sensation and her emotions surprising her. She had never allowed anyone to restrain her before, and found it unexpectedly arousing.

Anna's hands continued their explorations of Sara's body--gently moving over her shoulders, her abdomen, her breasts, and down through her thatch to her labial crease, spreading the labia, searching for the little nub which distinguished her external pleasure center. Caressing it as lightly as she had the rest of Sara's body, Anna soon had the policewoman's hips thrusting upward as she moaned in pleasure and need.

The older woman's lips moved to the area just in front of Sara's ear and then, using tiny lip nibbles, slid along her jaw to the tip of her chin and down to the valley between her breasts.

Anna moved her lips to the bottom of the younger woman's left breast where she began mini nips and kisses leading to the outer line of her areola, then around to the top of the bosom, never touching her erect nipple. She moved up to the top of the breast to the juncture with her chest and nibbled her way to the other small hillock, reversing the sequence, still avoiding the nipple.

Sara's moan voiced her discomfiture as she twisted her body, attempting to push her mammaries into Anna's face, trying to force her to attend to her very erect, very sensitive nips.

Anna continued the bites and kisses on a crooked trail to Sara's navel. There, the bites became just noticeably harder, the licks more featherlike. In Sara's aroused state, the licks soon became arousing, to the point where she pushed her hips and back off the bed, arching her body like a longbow.

Anna continued moving down Sara's body until she passed through the nearly coal black thatch, pushing her tongue into the space between her victim's labia, searching for the young policewoman's clitoris.

When Sara's body arched off the bed, it proved too much for Mike and he exploded in his mother, and as his spasms abated, he collapsed behind her, where he lay during his recovery. Lying there, he became aware of Sara's muffled voice, imploring Anna to attend to her needy pussy, to make her come. He also heard Anna's soft, sultry laughter, as she enjoyed her period of payback for the near torture of the previous morning.

He could feel himself wilting in his mother's vagina, and pushed his hips closer to her in an attempt to maintain penetration while he looked over her shoulder to see what Anna was doing.

Her face was buried between Sara's thigh's as she obviously performed the tongue tango over Sara's quim. He felt his cock grow in Maggie, confirmed by her low throaty growl.

Anna swung her right leg over Sara's left and moved up over her, so her thigh was tight against Sara's vulva, then lowered her self so hers was against Sara's thigh. "Remember this, Sara sweetie? I'm so glad you taught it to me," she whispered in Sara's ear as she removed her gag. Pressing her lips to Sara's, she began to move so she was rubbing both quims at the same time.

From the king bed, she heard Mike's orgasmic grunt, signaling his second expulsion of sperm into his mother's vagina, confirmed by her moans of pleasure. "You ready to take over here, Mike?" Anna asked.

"No, no! Don't stop; not now," Sara pleaded, her voice tight with passion and need; "please, don't stop now!" Anna answered by pushing her arms under Sara in a tight hug and increasing the frequency and force of her thrusts. At the same time, she locked Sara in a fierce kiss, using her tongue to imitate a cock fucking a pussy. It was enough to push Sara to the brink of orgasm, attested to by the answering thrusts of her own hips and squeal she made around Anna's tongue.

For several seconds both women engaged in a frenzy of orgasmic thrusts, screams and moans as they climaxed simultaneously. Mike was not surprised when Maggie started to shake under him as her pussy started to clamp down and pump his cock, which had not gone soft the last time he came.

Anna started to pull her arms free when Sara spoke. "Anna," she said softly, "would you untie my arms so I can give you a hug? Please?"

Anna looked into her eyes and saw no duplicity, so nodded and reached up and released the younger woman's arms. Sara quickly embraced her and whispered, "Thank you. That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had, other than with Mike. I guess pleasure can be a form of torture, and vice versa."

Anna grinned. "Well, Mike?" she asked, leaning down to give Sara a gentle kiss.

"I'm coming," he said; "I mean, I'll be right there," he clarified, laughing, when the women laughed. Anna pulled herself free of Sara and joined Maggie on the bed. Mike stood by the bed, contemplating Sara's body, still tied to the footboard. "Hmmm," he intoned, smiling.

"Mike? What are you thinking?" Sara asked, a note of alarm in her voice.

With a boisterous grin, he shook his head and knee walked up onto the bed and threw his leg over Sara so he was facing her feet, his semi-erect cock at her mouth. With a hum of pleasure, she slurped it up as Mike bent down to commence his clam feast.

In a few moments he felt the tingle which signaled he was close to coming. He pulled himself from Sara's mouth and knelt between her knees. After releasing the ties on her ankles, he pulled her feet up over his shoulders and entered her. Crossing his feet behind him, he pulled her to his chest and sat back so she was nearly bent double, impaled on his staff, in a variation of the Tantric Lotus position.

"Mmm," she said, kissing him, "this is nice. Can we fuck in this position?" In response, Mike began to raise and lower his knees a couple of inches, eliciting a broad smile from his fiancé. "Wow! Probably not real good when you're in the mood for a frantic fuck, but a great way to end up or take a break," she observed, delivering a string of kisses over all of Mike's body she could reach.

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"So, the good side of our open marriage idea..." he started.

"Mmhmm, the show, the chance to watch each other with someone else, knowing you were being watched and it was okay. Did you enjoy watching me and Anna? Did it turn you on? Was it better, being with Maggie, knowing I was watching you and wanted you to enjoy it?"

"Did I enjoy it? I...don't know. It turned me on for sure; I came two or three times, and was hard most of the time...but I had to keep reminding myself to keep an open mind, that we were still experimenting. Was it better with Mom knowing you two were aware of us and what we were doing? I don't know, but it was good not having to worry about how much noise we made," he said with a grin.

Sara stuck her head through her legs and kissed him. "Well, that 's something. How do you feel now, balls deep in me, with your mother and her lover watching us? I know they seem busy with each other, but they are very aware of us and what we're doing, just like we...I'm aware of them, I don't know about you. Men have a different focus when they're having sex.

"I know Maggie didn't come when you were in her, but she still enjoyed the connection; Anna didn't come with me until the very end when we came together, and you -- you came two times, once about half way through the episode and again at the end. Can you tell me how many times I climaxed?"

"Uhh, just the one time, at the end, and you were wrong about Maggie. She came at the same time you did, so I'm not surprised you missed it. I was only aware of it because she squeezed my dick so hard she almost broke it off.

"Are all open marriages like this?" he asked. "I think I'd be okay with you having an occasional one nighter, but I'm not sure I want to watch it happen, just like I don't want to attend a...what's the word...swingers party."

"So, it didn't make you feel good to see me enjoying being with Anna? Or having an orgasm? Or to see Anna enjoying herself with me?" She nuzzled into his shoulder. "Our having a good time didn't add anything to yours?"

Mike's face scrunched up in puzzlement. "I'm not sure what you mean. I could see you were both enjoying yourselves, but I can't say it added anything to my experience with Mom."

"And you didn't mind my having sex with Anna, or even watching it, but you wouldn't have liked it if it was another man?" Mike nodded. "What if, say we were visiting your Uncle Jim and his wife and they invited us to spend the night, and swap; would you be okay with that?"

"Yeah, I guess, if you were."

"What if that restaurant guy and his wife came to visit, would you want to swap with them?"

"I don't know, maybe but...what's this all about? I thought we had this all worked out?" He leaned back on his arms so he could get a good look at her face as she answered.

"Well, if it doesn't add to your enjoyment seeing me enjoy being with someone else, and you are really selective about whom you would share me with, then maybe we're looking at the wrong model of open relationship. You'd be perfectly happy with the three of us plus your sister and my mother, right? And you wouldn't mind if we swapped partners with some select couples?"

Mike nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but Sara silenced him with her finger. "What we're talking about then is a sort of group marriage, sometimes called a polyamorous relationship, or simply polyamory. Everything we discussed coming up here this morning fits, except the other members of the group also have to agree to the conditions, and we might have to change the frequencies of your visits with them."

"How is it different from what we talked about, Sara" inquired Maggie, taking a break from Anna's quim.

"There are two major differences. The first is what ties us all to the relationship, and that is the love and affection we all have for each other. Without that, it doesn't work.

"The other major difference is who is available as a sex partner. In a truly open marriage, there are no limits; if someone catches your fancy, you're free to fuck them with no repercussions to your marital relationship. In a closed polyamorous relationship, your primary group are your sex partners, very much like a traditional marriage, except you have more people to choose from.

"Then there are degrees of openness, allowing 'outsiders' in for a limited time or special occasions. For example, if your mom or brother were to visit, in a semi-open group, we could include them while they were here. While they are your family, they are not part of the core group, but would be welcome to participate while they visited."

"I think I like that better than the open marriage we talked about," Mike said. "Somehow, it seems to fit better."

Anna laughed. "Is that your big head talking, Mike, or your little one?"

He laughed. "In all truth, I think this time they agree with each other."




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"Mmhmm," Maggie said with a smile. "What about one-nighters, or short term affairs, or even longer-term, say six months or more?"

"By short term, you're talking about convention sex, or vacation sex?" Sara asked. Maggie nodded. "I think we covered that coming up; as long as safe sex practices are used, and the group hears about it as soon as practical, it shouldn't be an issue. Or not; if you and Anna have strong feelings against allowing them, we can revisit the topic and come to consensus.

"For a longer term relationship, as soon as it becomes apparent that an out of group relationship is getting serious, it should be brought up and discussed. If the need it seems to fulfill can't be met in the group, then bringing the other party into the group, on a limited basis or full membership, would have to be discussed and decided.

"Which highlights the second major requirement for polyamorous groups to succeed. If the first is love and affection, then the second has to be open and active communication." As she finished, she felt Mike slip from her lady. "Oooh! I'm sorry, sweetie. Did all that talk bore your little guy?"

"No, love. It's just been a long day, and the two comes I had with Mom were real nut busters. Maybe in the morning, if we have time."

"Okay; you want to share a shower?" she asked, sliding her legs down off his shoulders while she nibbled his chin.

"Promise to behave?" he asked. She raised her eyes to look at him, and, grinning, shook her head. He laughed and moved them to the edge of the bed where he stood up and lowered her to the floor. "Okay, then, c'mon. If we're not out in a day or so," he said looking at his mother and Anna, "send out a search party."

Anna's laugh turned to a groan as Maggie quickly resumed her tonguing action in Anna's punani. "Ooh, you blonde bitch; I'll give you all year to stop that." Maggie responded by lightly biting down on the older woman's clit, triggering a small climax.

When her spasms had quieted down, Anna curled her tongue into a straw shape and stabbed it into Maggie's cunt and began to tongue fuck her, pumping Mike's cum from her sheath.

She was rewarded by Maggie going tense and then quickly trying to contract into the fetal position around Anna. The small climax helped expel the remainder of Mike's cum from her vagina. Anna grinned and quickly lapped it all up and turned around to kiss Maggie, sharing her prize.

When Mike and Sara came out of the shower, Maggie and Anna went in to clean up from their activities. They found Mike and Sara asleep in the middle of the king bed when they finished. After setting an alarm on one of their smart phones, they joined them.

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Part CIII

Business the next day was quickly taken care of; the house was more than adequate with four large bedrooms on the second floor and an apartment already built in the basement. Although it had a log exterior, Stevie and her husband leaned toward modern in their decorating taste. Modern stainless steel appliances had been built into the kitchen, as well as four full baths, one on each level, each with its own on-demand water heater. While it didn't have a private swimming pool, it did have a heated hot tub, which could be enclosed in the winter.

The legal business in town was as easily handled, and by one-thirty Maggie, Mike and Anna were the proud owners of the Wee Inn in the Woods, effective September first, and on their way back to Sou'ven. The lawyer had promised to initiate all the necessary paper work to transfer or obtain all the necessary licenses and permits. When they had discussed the nude theater, he had been intrigued, but had agreed with Mike, nude dinner theater would mean physically separating the performance area from any food or beverage service.

Mike was driving the first leg of the trip home, with Maggie in the back seat, behind Mike. As they passed into Massachusetts, she asked, "Have you kids given any thought about where you will be living?"

Mike glanced in the rearview at Sara, puzzled. "No," said Mike. "I guess I always assumed we'd live with you, especially after our discussions about open marriage. Would that be a problem?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Sara, any thoughts?" she asked, looking across the seat at her future daughter.

Sara thought a minute, shaking her head, thinking, "What's she up to? With all our talking about open marriage and including her and Anna...Ha! That's it." She looked at Maggie and grinned. "Whatever Mike decides. As the man who has to satisfy all the women, it's up to him where we live and who he includes in his family group. Isn't that the way it should be?" she asked, glancing between the two older women.

"You don't think that's something the group should decide?" asked Anna.

"Well, in a way, it did when I said it was up to Mike. So far, the only two people who have agreed to be in the group are me and Mike..."

"What?" interjected Mike. "What about Mom and Anna? You don't consider them part of our group?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder, nearly shouting at her.

"Mike! Watch the road!" shouted Maggie. "Sara's right; we haven't yet agreed to be part of your group."

"What?" he asked. "Why not?" He looked at Anna, who was staring out the passenger window, and then glanced in the rearview, looking for his mother, who was silently laughing as she hid behind him. "Sara, do you know what they're talking about?"

Hiding her smile, she answered. "Maybe; I think so, but I'm not sure. Do you remember how we got here, to this point in our relationship? What we, or what you did with me, that you haven't done with either of them?"

Mike's brow knitted in concentration as he thought about what he and Sara had done together. Except for the conversations at the restaurant, most of their relationship had been carried out in the presence of one or the other of the two older women.

Sara expelled her breath in exasperation as she watched Mike mull over the question with no apparent success. Maggie noticed and grinned. "It's okay, Sara; remember, we're dealing with a man, a prime example of a group who have so little awareness of relationships they can go days without talking about them."

"I know; I had just hoped for better." She turned her attention to Mike. "Sweetheart, how does one get to be a member of a closed group?"

"A closed group? Well, I guess they would have to be invited. Why?"

"And what kind of group are we considering establishing?" she asked when he didn't make the connection.

"A, uhh...oh! But I assumed...Crap! Sara would you object if I invited Meg and Anna into our polyamorous group?"

"If you don't, I may invite them to join me without you," she said with a wide smile.

With Maggie and Anna's laughter still ringing in his ears, Mike invited the two women to join him and Sara in establishing a polyamorous family. After all the safe hugs and kisses were exchanged, Maggie leaned against the side of the car and looked at Sara. "Now, dear daughter and lover, let us talk about this attitude of yours that the man is the boss in the family."

With a small smile, and wide open 'innocent' eyes, Sara answered, "Did I say that?"

Part CIV

By ten the next morning, Mike and Sara were heading north out of New London on I-395 headed for Cherry Valley. Sara had been driving while Mike caught up on his sleep, having attempted to satisfy all three of the women currently comprising his family.

Even though there had been nothing fancy in terms of technique or position, after the weekend and trip to the Inn, sex with Anna, Maggie and Sara, in that order, had taken all he had. Only the phone call to Sara's mom, Belle, which revealed that Sara's uncle Jake had been released from prison early, and created a sense of emergency, got him up and out by nine o'clock.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw him rouse himself and try to stretch in the tight quarters of Sara's small SUV. "Hey, sleepy, you finally awake?"

"Mmhmm. Christ! My mouth tastes like our neighbor's pet boxer camped in it overnight. Is there anything to drink?" he asked, pushing his shoulders back and clasping his hands behind his head.

"Here you go, love," Sara said, passing him a travel mug half full of still warm coffee. "Some coffee, or there's some juice in the small cooler on the back seat, if you can reach it."

"This's fine. Where are we, anyway?"

"About ten minutes north of New London. Unless traffic picks up a lot, we should be at Mom's in about forty-five minutes.

"Goddam the Connecticut prison system. Mom said the letter alerting her to Jake's early release said it was because he only had six weeks of incarceration left and they had more prisoners than open beds without releasing him and a bunch of others in the same position. He was sentenced to 3285 days so he couldn't be paroled. He threatened to rape and kill Mom, for turning him in, in front of the Judge who was sentencing him."

"That's a weird sentence. I've never heard of anything like that. Why..."

"The Judge had a summary of their history, which Jake had tried to use to claim he thought the sex that night was consensual. With no apparent remorse or repentance, and in light of the threat, the Judge sentenced him to the maximum allowable term, in a way which kept him in prison for all of it. Or was supposed to, anyway." She paused to concentrate on driving while she passed a string of slower moving tractor-trailers.

"According to the second letter she got, he's supposed to report to the parole officers in New Haven. Apparently, the system thinks that's the best area to find work in if you're a sex offender and ex-felon. Personally, I think the people who run the system must have glass stomachs."

"Hunh?"

"Glass stomachs so they can see. They obviously have their heads up their asses." Mike's laugh made her smile. "I know it doesn't make any sense, but she'll probably want to stay in Cherry Valley unless there's a credible threat she can see. You have to help me convince her.

"And I have a feeling she'll turn down our offer to include her in the poly group. For a fairly obvious reason, she always said it wasn't that important to her or her happiness and satisfaction. I know she and my Dad made love once a week or so from the time he got home until his accident, but she's never dated, that I know of, and she generally works where she has a woman boss."

"How long did the blackmail go on?"

"Well, she was fifteen when it started, and I was born three years after they were married. Mom was twenty four when I was born, so until she was twenty-one, so six years."

"You said the other guy was your Dad's brother? What ever happened to him?"

"I wasn't ever told directly, but my understanding is that he and Dad had a heart to heart talk involving some broken chairs and windows, and several swollen knuckles. He left town that weekend and we've never heard from him. For all I know, he's dead." She stopped talking to cope with some heavy traffic.

Mike was quiet, digesting what Sara had told him. When the traffic situation eased up, he commented, "In some fairly basic ways, our families are similar. I figured mine was pretty well fucked up when I learned our history, but at least we all basically like each other, and no one is trying to kill their relative."

"That's something to be said in their favor," Sara said, pausing, "I guess," she added with a grin, and pulled onto the off-ramp. Mike returned her grin and the next several minutes were spent in remarking on familiar landmarks which remained, and some which didn't.

It was shortly after eleven when they pulled up in front of Isobel (Belle) MacIntyre's three bedroom Cape Cod style house. It was at the end of a residential street, and backed up to a five acre vegetable garden which had been there since Sara could remember.

Belle MacIntyre, even though she was petite in stature, would not be called a small woman. At five feet two inches and a hundred and forty pounds, she was at the upper limit of the desirable weight range for her age and height. Still, except for her C-cups and tight buns, there didn't seem to be any extra fat anywhere it shouldn't be.

She was feminine, with soft, attractive features, and looked at least ten years younger than her daughter told Mike she was. Her complexion and body build was prototypically English--sandy colored hair, fair skin, blue to grey or hazel eyes, broad shouldered and hipped with a relatively narrow waist.

She opened the door just as Mike and Sara reached the porch, and welcomed her daughter with a hug. She extended her hand to Mike, saying, "You must be Mike, the man Sara told me about. Come on in; lunch is ready on the table."

"Mom, you probably met Mike's mother when you were both at Gramps' farm. She guessed you were ten or twelve at the time. We figured out you two were second cousins. She remembered you and Jake being at the farm at the same time she was a couple of years."

"Pretty blonde haired girl? Tall for her age, as I remember. What was her name? Meggie, Maggie, Margie. Something like that. Your mother, huh?" she asked, looking at Mike. "I see good looks run in the family. So you're going to be married. And the law won't object?"

"That's what your daughter tells me. Connecticut allows second cousins, and New York, where we'll be living, even allows first cousins to marry."

"They do? Who would have thought it? Well, grab a chair. It's home made chicken soup with vegetables, and home made bread. Would you like coffee, tea, milk..."

Sara spoke up. "Could I have some iced coffee, Mom, with half and half?"

"Of course. What kind of Rhode Islander would I be if I couldn't offer iced coffee to a guest," she said with a grin.

"Sounds good to me, too," Mike said with a smile. "The soup smells great, and I can't remember the last time I had home made bread, and I cook for a living. How bad is that?"

"You cook? Where?" she asked setting a glass full of ice and coffee down in front of him. While she poured two more glasses of coffee, he explained how he had been hired by Someplace Else and went to work for Waverley's.

"Waverley's? On Nathan Hale highway, in Sou'ven?" She sat down, shaking her head. "When Don and I were first married, before Sara came along, that was one of our favorite restaurants to go out to. There was a young hostess, just about my age, a little older...what was her name... Annie, Anna; that was it, Anna...she was a dear..."

"Omigod, Mom! You know Anna Masters, Mike's boss? Well, she was. Now they're partners in a new place. But, you know her; that is so wild." Sara took a bit of soup and tore off a chunk of bread to chew on as she thought a minute.

Belle looked at Mike, "How did you and Sara meet?" she asked.

Mike looked at Sara and smiled. "In her official capacity, she brought me some devastating news. Anna's daughter, Evie, and I were engaged to be married. I was waiting with Anna for her to get home from work to tell Anna about us. Evie was killed in an auto accident just as she left Waverley's. Sara came to tell us. The next day, while I was putting up closed signs, she stopped by for coffee, and hasn't left me alone for a full day since."

"Mom always said when you see what you want, work your bum off until you get it. Only she didn't say bum," Sara said with a grin. "What I didn't know was that even though he was engaged, I had some competition to overcome. I realized pretty quickly I couldn't beat them, so I joined them. One of the reason's we're here today, Mom, is to invite you to join them with us."

What do you mean, join them?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face.

"Our marriage is going to be a little unconventional, Mom. Are you familiar with the term, polyamory?"

"You mean like that TV show on Showtime; the one with the guy who's living with three or four different women,?"

"I don't know, but that's sort of the idea. Mike would be married to me, but we'd be living with a few other women he'd also have sex with on a regular basis."

"And you want me to join you? What would my role be? What would I do?"

"You'd be just like the rest of us, one of Mike's sex partners..."

"Sara MacIntyre! You don't expect..."

"Oh, shit," Sara interrupted. "Excuse me," she said, getting up and hurrying from the kitchen to the living room. A few minutes later there was a loud "Damn!" from the direction of the bathroom.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" Mike called.

"No, not really; Mother Nature decided today would be a good day to visit, and I wasn't quite ready for her. I'll be right out." Mike and Belle heard the door to the bathroom open, and when Sara didn't immediately appear, Belle went to look for her.

"Sara?" she called looking around, and saw her daughter hurrying out the front door. She was joined by Mike and went into the front room to look out the picture window, toward the street.

Sara was crossing the street, chasing after a man hurrying away from her. They heard her call to him, and saw him turn and stop. "Oh, no," moaned Belle.

"Who..." asked Mike.

"My brother, Jake." was all she said; all she had to say.

****************

"Jake!" she called.

With a sigh of exasperation, the ex-con stopped and turned around. He shoved his hand in his pocket, as much to stop the gun from moving around as to reassure himself it was there. "What do you want, lady? And who the fuck are you, if you know my name?"

"Just so you know, because I don't look a lot like Mom, I'm your niece, Sara, and I'm here to tell you to stay away from her. I know about the order of protection the court issued. What you may not know is that New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island and Massachusetts have reciprocity agreements concerning court issued OP's.

"I'm going to do you a favor and assume you didn't know that. The order says 150 feet; that's three residential lots, or half a football field's length. If I see you closer than that again today, I'll call the local constable and have you returned to prison for violation of a court order. It's automatic; no hearing, no trial. Sixty days for each violation."

"What the fuck? You a lawyer or sumpin'?"

"As far as you're concerned, Jake, sumpin' worse. I'm a police officer, out of jurisdiction right now, or you'd be in jail until I can get Mom moved out of state. Just to warn you, Uncle, in Connecticut, as an officer of the law, I can carry a weapon anytime, and if I catch you attempting to hurt her in any way, I will blow your fucking balls to hell. Do you understand?"

She noted the tightening of his right shoulder as he gripped the gun in his pocket more tightly, considering whether or not to use it on this cocky young bitch.

"If I were you," Sara said, "I'd lose that pop gun you're carrying. As an ex-con, there's no way you qualify for a license. If you're caught with a gun in your pocket, whether or not you're engaged in a crime, it's another automatic five years added to whatever sentence the judge imposes. So right now, you're looking at sixty-one months, enough to put you back where you were."

"Fuck you, you little bitch," Jake said and turned to walk away.

"Remember what I said, Jake. Any way at all and you're burnt toast." When he turned on the street headed toward the highway she turned to reenter the house. Inside, she found her mother, sitting on Mike's lap, crying into his shoulder.

"As soon as she saw your uncle, she broke down. This was the only way to get her sobbing under control."

"That's fine, sweetheart. Keep her... No, bring her along and come with me." Sara led him through the house to her mother's bedroom. "Put her on the bed and get undressed," she ordered, pulling her sweater over her head.

"Sara? What are you doing?" her mother queried, alarmed at the couple's actions.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 08



Sara sat on the bed and pulled her slacks off, leaving her naked except for her boy shorts. They felt Mike climb on the bed on the other side of Belle, who turned and gasped at the sight of her daughter's naked boyfriend. She felt Sara's hand searching at the back of her dress for the zipper, and then, the zip releasing as it was pulled down.

"Sara! What do you think you're doing?" the older woman expostulated. "Stop it and let me up! This instant!!"

"Mom," her daughter replied, speaking softly, "just before Uncle Jake appeared, you were expressing doubt about becoming one of Mike's lovers. The best way I can think of to convince you of it's desirability is to have you try it. So, here and now, while I participate as much as I can, Mike and I are going to make love to you."

While Sara had been talking, Mike had pulled Belle's dress forward off her shoulders and arms, and out from under her, then, down her legs. Like her daughter, she was now naked except for her granny panties. In her consternation, she did not notice him pulling them down and under her butt.

Sara was whispering in hr ear, while Mike's hands began to explore Belle's voluptuous body. "Just let it happen, Momma. I know it has been a while since it has happened for you; not since Daddy died, right? That's too long, Momma. You need this; you deserve this."

Someone's hands were gently caressing Belle's breasts, rubbing across the nipples so lightly she cold barely feel it, but it was sending sparks to her lady—sparks she hadn't felt since her husband had been killed by a hit and run driver.

"Give in, Momma; let it come—you want it, I know. I can feel it in you. You want him to touch you; touch your lady and wake her up; make her hungry; hungry for his touch, his cock, his cum..." At that, Belle moaned and her hips began to undulate, softly thrusting off the bed. She felt Mike's hand close over her vulva and a finger work its way inside her labia, and then inside her.

Mike was kissing her, his tongue playing with hers, thrusting in and out of her mouth, duplicating the action of his finger with her nether lips. His finger found a spot inside her canal which seemed to be super sensitive to her. He concentrated on it as his lips moved away from her mouth to the side of her jaw and down her neck, dragging his teeth across her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts.

He looked up at Belle's face to see Sara's mouth close over her mother's as their tongues engaged. He shifted his body so he lay on top of Belle and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She answered by pushing her hips up towards him. With a grin, he slid his erection into his fiance's mother's pussy, bottoming out on his initial thrust.

In an almost reflexive action, Belle pushed Sara off her and wrapped Mike in her arms and legs as her hips beat a tattoo against his, resulting very quickly in her first coital orgasm since her husband's death.

As she became aware of her surroundings again, she felt Mike still pumping into her vagina. In a panic, she began to push at him. "No, no; you can't come in me! Get off me; you can't..."

Feeling his body's signal that he was about to come, Mike hurriedly pulled back and out, and sent an shower of his cream spewing over his future mother's body. Sara diplomatically hid her laugh behind her hands before scooping up one of the larger globules and feeding it to Belle, saying, "This was meant for you, Momma; be a shame to waste it."

With a sultry smile, Belle nodded and opened her mouth to accept Sara's cum-laden fingers until all of Mike's spend had been consumed. She pushed herself up so she was sitting with her back against the head board of her bed and patted the bed on both sides of her, indicating the two younger folks should sit with her. "Now tell me again about this marriage arrangement you were talking about."



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 09



Paths cross, lives change, retribution and forgiveness. Enjoy, jb7

Part CVI

About the time Sara was running out the door after Jake, Rita buzzed Maggie to say, "Maggie, Harry's on line three for you. He says it's important."

"Okay, Rita; tell him I'll be right with him." She closed out the computer screen and program she had been working on and picked up the phone. "Yes, Harry. What's up?"

"I've had three guys on the floor stop me and ask if the rumors are true that we're closing the door and going out of business. We need to do something before it gets completely out of hand. Shit, some of these guys have been with us since the beginning. We owe it to them to give them the truth."

"Wow!" she said, with a short laugh. "Where's Harry and what did you do to him? I think this is the first time in twenty years I've heard you express any concern for the workers. It reminds me you're still human, and I totally agree with you. Do you know what ConFas's plans for the business are?"

"Yeah; they plan on making this their Northeast headquarters. All the orders north of Washington and east of the Mississippi will be filled out of here. They'll be adding to our floor staff, but a few of the office staff will be let go, under our termination policy, but on their dime. Since it's the company's fault, essentially, that their jobs are being phased out, they get a month's salary for each full year they were employed as separation pay."

"Do you know who..."

"Our secretaries and Ken, the HR guru. I think everyone else is safe, but I'm sure of those three. Rita and Ken will make out like bandits, but Carol's only been with us for a few years. I need to find a way to get her a little more, so she nets at least a year's salary." He paused to light a cigar.

"I thought we should call everyone together and announce the sale and changes as we know them. Maybe have some sort of snack."

"Yeah, that'd be fine. I'll call Waverly's and see if they can put something together for us, maybe an assortment of tea sandwiches. Friday, at the end of the business day?"

"Yeah; meantime, I'll tell Ken and Carol. I'll leave Rita to you; you two been together a while, now. How long has it been?"

"I'm not sure. I remember filling orders with her when I was carrying Ellie. She's been my secretary since I decided I needed one." Without giving it much, if any, thought, she added, "I learned this summer her youngest child is our granddaughter;" and immediately regretted saying it.

"What! What did you just say...we have a granddaughter and you didn't tell me! What the fuck..." he practically screamed into the phone.

"Harry!" she shouted into the pone. "Calm down! I'm coming to your office to explain. If you still have that bottle of bourbon in your desk, pour us a drink."

Twenty minutes later, Harry was leaning back in his chair, his face beaming with pride. "Christ, Babe! Maybe some of me did rub off on our son after all. Damn! So he scored a touchdown his first time out of the gate; if that don't beat hell! And she doesn't want any support or anything?" he asked, taking a sip of whiskey.

"Nope. She says her husband is convinced the girl is his, and he intends to bring her up according to his culture."

"Still, we should keep in touch, in case she ever needs anything. I'll call some people I know to see if I can open some doors for her."

"Thank you, Harry, that'll help; just don't let her know you know. She'd be embarrassed to tears and under the circumstances..."

"Gotcha. Don't worry, I may be a crude bastard sometimes, but I do know how to be a gentleman when necessary." He tossed back the bit of bourbon still in his glass. "So, you'll call Mike's place and order eats for Friday. And I'll make up a wine punch, enough so everyone can have a couple of drinks, but also not too much, so no one leaves drunk."

"Make it a weak punch, just to be sure." she answered with a smile, which he returned.

"Goddam, Maggie! Did you ever think when we started it would turn out like this? I remember when you were pregnant with Mike, there were a couple of weeks when all we had to eat was mac and cheese or canned soup, and we had to mine the couch to get money to buy that. And now look at us—fuckin' millionaires. Unfuckinbelievable!" he exclaimed, slapping his desk so hard his pens jumped .

"Yes, it is," Maggie said with a laugh. "I still have to pinch myself every hour or so to believe it. Oh, I got hold of Ellie. She'll be home this weekend. She's dropping out of the overseas study program and transferring to a school closer to home next semester."

"Oh? How come? I thought she was super excited about P'Town's overseas program."

"She said it isn't really that good, or what she thought. It's mostly just an excuse for the 'rich brats' to get a trip to Europe and get school credit for it, plus some of them were giving her a hard time about a bit of trouble she had at school last semester."

"Trouble? What trouble? I didn't hear about no trouble? Fuck, Maggie! You're always keeping secrets from me! No friggin' wonder we never got along." he sat up and forward, leaning on the desk, glowering.

"This wasn't me, Harry" she said, calmly, holding up her hands and shaking her head. "I didn't find out until she got home, and Mike told me about it. It's not something you'd want to hear about anyway. It just confirms our daughter is grown up and exploring life in all its vicissitudes, as they used to say," she replied, finishing her drink.

You could see the information sink in and the light bulb begin to glow as Harry understood. "Shit! She's not preg..."

Maggie shook her head, standing up. "No, thank god, nor does she have any STDs. And that's probably more than you should know, or want to." He nodded, dumbstruck. "I'm going to go have my talk with Rita. Would you rather I spoke with Ken?"

"No, that's all right," Harry answered, waving her off. "I'm pretty sure one of the guys I golf with is going to have an opening in the near future. I can let Ken know about it."

"Okay, then; talk to you later."

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Rita sat down nervously when Maggie gestured at the 'customer' chair. Maggie had come back from her meeting with Harry looking unsettled. When she had asked Rita to come in, the Latina knew it wasn't good news. She had heard the rumor about the business going under, but hadn't believed it. As Maggie's secretary, she had access to the financial reports each month and knew they were constantly improving, even in the sluggish economy.

"Rita," Maggie began, "I'm afraid I have some bad news. We're selling the company to ConFas. I know there's a rumor going around that we're going out of business, and technically, I suppose that's true, but ConFas plans on making this their Northeast distribution center. For most of the staff that means there won't be any major change in their job, but for a few of the office workers.."

"Including me?" Rita interrupted. "Some of us will be out?"

"I'm sorry, Rita," Maggie answered, nodding. "Harry is going to call around to see if he can find something for you...How long have you been with us? I know it's over twenty years."

"Almost twenty-six. I was working for Harry when you two got married. I had just started, part time, taking phone orders off the answering machine."

"I should have remembered that. You taught me...Dammit, Rita, if anyone should stay, it's you." Maggie reached for a tissue to blow her nose and wipe away the tears which were threatening to flow. "It won't make up for all of it, but your severance package will help. You are entitled to 25 months at your current rate, which comes to a bit over 60K."

Rita gasped. "I...I don't know what to say, Maggie. Are you sure? That seems like it's too much."

"When we wrote the policy, we didn't foresee someone with your length of service being phased out of a job. And since it's ConFas' expense, enjoy it."

"I will," she laughed. "I may take a little time to be with Miguela. She starts school this year, and this is the last time I can have her home with me. What are you going to do? I can't see you staying at home."

"Mike and I and a friend, actually Mike's fiance's mother, have just bought a place called the Wee Inn in the Woods in upstate New York. We're going to run it as a tourist inn and dinner theater."

"Oh, that sounds exciting. I don't suppose you need a secretary, do you?" she asked with a grin.

Maggie sat back in her chair as if struck. "I might. Would you really be interested?"

Rita sat back, thinking. It would be nice to stay home for a while and work with Maggie again, but Rinaldo, her husband, hadn't been very successful selling real estate. "I might, but Rinaldo...to try to take him out of his city would be like trying to move a palm tree to the arctic ice."

"Ask him anyway, Rita. I should have thought of it myself. We take over on September first, the same day ConFas takes over operations here. We could probably put you all up in one of the cabins until you find someplace to live."

"Thank you, Maggie. I'll ask, but..." and she shrugged.

*******************

On their way through New Haven, Sara asked if they could stop by her apartment so she could pick up some clothes. She had been living out of Ellie's closet for the past few days, and since she was coming home...

They pulled into the parking lot at Waverly's shortly after seven, to meet Anna and Maggie for dinner and to introduce Belle to the other women who would make up his polyamory family. After eating, he excused himself, borrowed Maggie's car and went home to sleep, leaving the women to arrange his life. His only comment on leaving was a request for a reasonable amount of time for himself, and to not forget Ellie. They all laughed

The next morning, when he pulled into the parking lot to open the restaurant, Geordie was waiting for him. "Hey, Mikey, g' mo'ning. How you this fine day?" he asked in his basso, accent-laden voice.

"Hey yourself, Geordie. No major complaints; you?"

"None, neither. I 'as talking to Joe and Bella t'otha day. Dey say Ms Masters gonna sell her store. Dat right? 'N open 'nodder one up by Sertoga?"

"That's right, Geordie. Pete Riordan, who owns Someplace Else, is buying it and will operate it as a sort of Someplace Else 2. Last time I talked to him about it, he hadn't decided on the name; he may keep it as Waverly's."

"Wha' choo go'n' tado; you sta'in' to cook for the new guy?"

"Unh uh. My mother and I partnered with Anna. I'll be the chef at the new place, the Wee Inn in the Woods, up beyond Glens Falls."

"The Wee Inn! Yo' shittin me? Ya'll bo't the Morton place. Hot Damn, tha's good news! Mis'r Mike, if ya ever need a gofer, ya jes call me. I knows that country like ya'll knows yer bathroom. I hunted or screwed on jes 'bout ever square foot o' that country."

Mike laughed. "Really, Geordie? You sure don't sound like an upstate New Yorker."

"My momma and pop, dey was frum Suthin' 'Bama, 'n' I guess they axsent kinda rubbed off 'n me. But I mean it, Mis'r Mike. If'n ya'll need a gofer or a driver, I'se yer man."

"Okay, Geordie. I'll talk it over with the ladies and see. Now, whatta ya have for me?"

*****************

Maggie walked in to find a very teary Rita at her desk that morning.

"Rita! What's wrong? This isn't about our selling the business is it?"

Rita shook her head, but then shrugged her shoulders. "When I told Rinaldo about you selling the business and losing my job, he said I had to find another one right away. I didn't even get a chance to mention your job offer or the separation pay.

"When I said I wanted to spend some time with Miguela since she was starting school soon, he said no, we needed the money because he hasn't been able to sell any houses.

"I lost my temper and told him if he got his ass out from between the legs of the puta (whore) he was screwing every day, he might sell more houses.

"He screamed at me how dare I call his little sister a puta, and packed up his clothes and left us.

"When he was leaving I called him un hijo de puta (motherfucker), and he came back looking more angry than ever. I thought he would hit me, but Miguela came in and he backed away, saying, "I want my little girl," and I told him she wasn't his:

"But she has my eyes..."

"Her grandmother's eyes..."

"My build; you can see she will be tall and slender..."

"Her aunt's build, and her grandmother... "

"Already, she has my love of food and cooking..."

"Her daddy's, he is a well known chef."

"All the while, he glared at me like he wanted me dead. Finally, he called me a puta and stormed out. This morning when I took Miguela to her sitter's, I saw Rinaldo and his hermana chochos (cunt sister) loading up a van with furniture and clothes. I guess he's finally gone for good."

"I'm so sorry, Rita. Do you want to take some time to get your head around all that's happened to you this week?"

"No, Maggie, but thank you. I've known for a while he's been screwing someone else. I just didn't want to admit to myself he had found somebody new. But his sister? She looks just like him, which isn't too bad for el hombre' (a man), but on her..." She shrugged and shook her head.

Maggie cocked an eyebrow at Rita's statement. "Why don't I get us some coffee, then you come in for a chat. It might help to get some of this off your chest." The Latina smiled and nodded. A few minutes later, they were comfortably seated in Maggie's conference area.

"What bothered you about Rinaldo and his sister, that they were related, or that you thought she was unattractive?"

"Maggie, she wasn't just unattractive, she even had his mustache! And I'm referring to the one you can usually see," Rita huffed and pointed at her upper lip.

"And their being related didn't bother you?"

Rita shook her head, looking down. "No. I can understand that. Even I... when I was a teenager, my big brother and I used to practice making out with each other. Some times we went a little too far. A couple of times we went way too far, if you understand."

Maggie hid her smile in her coffee cup. "Me, too. My brother taught me to slow dance when I was invited to a prom, and showed me what can happen to a guy when he's dancing close. Then he showed me all the ways to take care of it. Do you and your brother ever get together?"

"Before my first husband died in an accident, Jose and his wife and Jorge and I often vacationed together. Sometimes, we would swap. We all figured why not, Jorge and Maria were cousins, and nobody was getting hurt. But not since the accident. He didn't care for Rinaldo, and Maria liked him even less. Maybe that should have told me something.

"How about you and your brother?"

"This summer, on the way back from our trip to the cabin, Mike and I stopped to see my mother. Jim and his wife came over for dessert. She had a fantasy about sleeping with a naive young cousin she wanted to act out, so while she went with Mike, for the first time since before Mike was born. I went with Jim.

"And your mother was okay with that?"

Taking a sip of coffee, Maggie nodded. "She joined Mike and Sally."

"Maggie, are you trying to tell me something?"

"What do you know about polyamory, Rita"

"Polywhatery?" she said, with a laugh in her voice.

"A type of group marriage. A small group of people, it could be a few couples, or one man or woman, with some members of the opposite sex, live together and share sex partners within the group. Some of them might actually be married, but not necessarily.

"Mike, our other partner, Anna; Mike's fiancé, Sara; her mother; my daughter, Ellie and I will be forming such a group when we move to New York."

"Oh," Rita responded in a small voice. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Two reasons. First, I felt you needed to know if you're going to work for us. If it is a problem for you, it's best to know it before you're neck deep in a pile of crap you can't deal with.

"Second, I know you and Mike both enjoyed your little time together earlier this summer. Our arrangement allows for some, call them dalliances outside the group occasionally, or, we could include you as part of the group if you were willing to..."

"Thank you, Maggie. Both for the offer and the trust you've shown in me. I don't think I'd have any problem working for you, but the logistics of six women with one man, and having to explain that to Miguela when she's older...it's not something I want to contemplate. However, the other part of your offer-- if Mike ever has a free afternoon for a, what did you call it, a dalliance?" she smiled.

Part CVIII

Mike told Anna about Geordie's desire to go to the Inn with them. She nodded and grinned. Although he was a large and imposing man, she knew he was also one of the gentlest men she knew, unless he was angered. "That'll be good. Do you think he really knows the area or was he just saying so?"

"He knows the Mortons own the Inn, and he knew immediately what I was talking about. I'd say he was telling the truth, mostly. He might have exaggerated a little when he said he had hunted or screwed on every square foot of the area."

Anna laughed and agreed. "With, Joe, Bella, and the woman your Mom wants to hire as a secretary, we've already got a pretty good start on the staff."

"Mom has someone already for a secretary? Who?" he asked, sure he knew the answer to his question as he asked it.

"Rita, her current secretary. When she learned she was out of a job, and Maggie was buying an Inn, she asked if she needed a secretary. She didn't think her husband would move, but if he agrees, she wants to hire her. I don't have any objections; you?"

"No, none at all. She's a nice lady." He grinned, remembering.

"Something you're not telling me, Mike? Anything I need to know?"

"Need to know? No, Anna. Just Rita and I have a bit of history. Her youngest child, she tells me, is mine. Judging by the photo I saw, she's telling the truth."

"Are you going to be okay with it, if she comes with us? That could get to be pretty sticky. What about her husband; does he know?"

"She says not, that he thinks the girl is his child. If there is a problem, we'll have to work it out, or they'll have to go, at least some of them will."

Anna looked at him, pondering, her foot tapping nervously, as it often did when she was faced with a problem she couldn't immediately see the solution to. "Well, talk it over with your mother tonight and come up with a plan if it's needed. When does Ellie get home? Do you know? I think we should all get together to meet her."

"From the information she sent Mom, her plane arrives at Kennedy about four Friday afternoon. Then she catches her puddle jumper flight at five thirty and arrives here at six. Mom and Dad are meeting her, and I'll meet them all at the lawyers to finalize the sale of the business. I think the plan is to come back here after that for dinner. Sara and Belle are coming, I know. We could ask Geordie and Rita, also, I guess. It would make some sense, or get them all together Saturday..."

"Personally, I would vote for Friday, so all the welcome home foofaraw is done and your family can relax and get to know each other again. Ask Maggie; see what she wants to do, and if you can get hold of her, ask Ellie. She should have a say."

Part CIX

Jake cursed the rain as he walked along Route One, trying to hitch a ride. The bus from Cherry Valley to Providence had taken all but a sawbuck of his remaining stash of cash. In the two days he had stayed in the city, he had been unable to find either work or someone to mug. Part of that was the rejuvenation the city had undergone while he was inside. New lighting, restored buildings and a general revitalization of the waterfront had wiped out much of his old hunting grounds.




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Last night he had finally run into a student from Brown who was too pissed to put up any resistance and Jake had taken his wallet, watch and ring after beating him down. He was sure the kid would recover, after he was found. He had netted forty bucks after fencing the watch and ring, and a bunch of credit cards, all but maxed out. Fuckin kid! Five fucking VISAs, five G's of credit, and only fifty dollars of it tappable.

Unable to buy a bus ticket, he had started walking at mid morning, hoping to hitch a ride to New Haven; that's where he figured his prissy niece lived. At least it was a place to start looking for his fucking sister. When he found her, it was going to be a one or two day long fuck in every hole she had, and then—he wasn't sure how, maybe he'd just fuck her to death, but dead she would be.

Up ahead, a car slowed and pulled to the side. Not believing his luck, Jake started to jog.

Part CX

Mike got home just as Maggie and Sara were helping Belle with the finishing touches for dinner. As they ate, he told them about Geordie's desire to move with them. "Geordie Williams? Big black dude, late forties, drives for Pederson?" asked Sara. "That'd be neat. Don't know what he's like as a worker, but it sure is nice to have him on your side when you're trying to control a bunch of angry teens." Mike looked at her, the curiosity plain.

"I had just started patrolling solo when I got a call about a fight at a vacant lot. Two groups of teens were arguing over who got there first and had the right to use it that afternoon. While I was struggling to calm them down, all of a sudden I heard this booming basso profondo voice telling everyone to shut the fuck up.

"You could have heard a watch ticking it got so quiet. I had identified the leaders of the two sides and I pulled them out to talk. Geordie stayed with me until I got them to agree. When I went to thank him he was already in his truck and pulling away.

"When I finally caught up with him a couple of days later, he claimed not to know what I was talking about, and asked me not to tell his boss "cause he would be in deep doodoo." I just shook his hand and said okay. Somehow, the word got around that we were friends, and I haven't had any problems with the kids around town."

Mike nodded. "Sounds like Geordie. So, I can tell him yes?"

Maggie nodded, "As far as I'm concerned. What about Anna?"

"She said ask you. She also told me Rita may be coming, too?"

"Will be. Rinaldo left her when she told him she was losing her job because of the sale. Seems he's been busy with another woman in the neighborhood. I thought we could put her and Miguela up in one of the cabins until they find a place to live. Oh, then we should do that for the others, too, shouldn't we."

"Or we could put them up in the spare wing for a while, provide them with room and board over the winter. I know Joe, one of our cook's, is married, and Bella, the other one, has family in the area. They may already be looking. I'll check with them tomorrow.

"Belle, the stew was delicious; thank you. If you all will excuse me, Stevie gave me a copy of her recipes. I'm going to see what folks are used to, so I know how to change the menu."

Sara was washing the dishes, taking her time with the final plate, a 'lost' expression on her face. "Careful, or you'll scrub the pattern off that plate," chided Maggie. "Something on your mind?"

"Mmm, just thinking. Wondering if it was the right thing to do, raising the question of open marriage with Mike."

"Oh? Why?"

"Well, to be honest, I was hoping by pointing out how many women he'd have to keep satisfied, he'd realize how little time we'd have together and say no. Instead, by bringing up polyamory, I've made us all equal and limited my time with him even more."

"No, not necessarily. You are still his wife, his first obligation. We all have to accept and respect that. Most importantly, so does he. When was the last time you two were together, alone?"

"The night before we went to the Inn, but that was the night we discussed open marriage. We didn't really 'get together'. The last time we made love without someone joining us, really made love, was the night before I learned about you and Mike, a little over a week ago."

"So tonight, Bella and I will get acquainted, leaving you and Mike alone to have some time together..."

"Thanks, Maggie, but it doesn't matter tonight. My period started a couple of days ago and I'm still flowing. I..."

"Posh and tosh. Some of the best times I remember with Harry when we were trying to get me pregnant with Ellie were when I had my period. It's messy, and Mike will need to be careful if he tries oral, but it's all very doable. Just put a dark towel under you to catch your fluids. And, of course, you'll need to clean up—more fun time," she said with a broad grin.

Sara looked at her, slightly shocked, then returned the grin. "I knew you were going to be a great mother."

Mike had taken over his father's office when he had gone to work for Waverly's. He was immersed in reading Stevie's menus and recipes when he was startled by a knock at the office door. He looked up and swallowed hard. Sara had finished the dishes then had gone to make herself ready for her fiancé.

She was wearing one of the night gowns she had bought when she had shared her apartment with the man she thought she would marry, for their honeymoon. It was sheer enough so it didn't really hide anything, but full enough so it fell in folds, hiding nearly everything.

She had, for the first time he could recall, put on some make-up, just enough to high light her natural beauty, with just a touch on her nipples to make them visually stand out. Although Mike was getting enough sex to satisfy two normal men, he felt his cock start to grow at just the sight of Sara standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to bed now. Will you be long? My mom is going to sleep with your mom tonight."

Mike shook his head. "N...ehmm...no, I'll, uhh, I'll be right up, as soon as I lock up."

"We did that. Don't be too long." She turned to leave, with the same sway he remembered from watching her walk out of the restaurant when she knew he was watching. He straightened the papers on his desk and shut the light off. He had better things to do.

Part CXI

Jake sat in the shotgun seat, uncomfortable in his wet clothes, and with the man sitting next to him, a man he was sure was a cop. He swore he could smell it on him.

Sam Richards, recently forced to retire from the Sou'ven police force, glanced at the poor wet bastard next to him in his car. Cheap suit, furtive demeanor, pasty complexion, to him it spelled newly released con. "When'd you get out?" he asked.

"Huh?" stalled Jake. "Whadda ya mean?"

"You're just of prison, aren't you. Based on the suit, I'd guess Osborne. Warden Clark thinks pin stripes give you guys a touch of class."

"Yeah? Well he's wrong. A cheap suit is still just a cheap suit, but it's better'n nothin'. You're familiar with the prisons; you a cop or somethin'?"

"Or something. I retired from the force in Sou'ven last week."

"Yeah? My niece works for the police there. I'm goin' to see her. It's been a few years; I guess she's grown up now."

"Oh? What's her name. I probably know her; I know most of the clerks."

"Sara, Sara MacIntyre. I think my sister said she was a' officer, though."

"You're Sara's uncle? Funny, she never said anything, and usually we're required to disclose any close family with a record."

"I guess it depends on what you call close. We're not. That's the reason I'm goin' to see her, to apologize. I got pissin' drunk one night and when I got to my sister's place, she didn't wanna let me in. I shoved her out of the way and began slapping her around. Thank god, I ran out of steam before I did any serious damage. Unfortunately, Sara saw it all and hasn't spoken to me since, and returned all the letters I tried to send to her."

"You know where she lives?"

"Unh uh. The last letters I sent came back addressee unknown or moved no forwarding address."

"How were you going to find her?"

"The prison libary had something called a cross index for the larger cities in the state; but they were all three or four years old. I figured the city libary might have one more up to date."

Dick slowed for a stop light in one of the small towns which dotted US One. While he waited for the light to change, he eyed his passenger, wondering what the hell he was really up to. Slapping around a woman, even ten years ago, especially ten years ago, wouldn't get you enough years of hard time so you earned a new suit coming out. Hell, unless it was paired with something else, like robbery, it barely got you out of the county jail. "So, little Sara was hiding from her uncle. Well, lets do her a great big favor," he thought.

"Nah, the cross indexes are only good for suburbs. If she's in the city... she patrols for Sou'ven, then the local cops would know where she lives, 'n' if they don't, I'll call a friend at headquarters in Sou'ven. They'll know."

"Well, thanks. That's damn good of you. Almost enough to change my opinion of cops."

Dick laughed and stepped on the gas, suddenly in a hurry to get to New Haven.

Part CXII

Mike and Sara lay on their sides, facing each other. Mike's left arm was under Sara's neck while his right hand explored her back and buttocks. Her right leg was under his waist; her left, bent over his right one. While they played tongue hockey, their free hands were exploring everything within reach, with their pubes as close to each other as possible. They had just experienced a satisfying orgasm following a long slow interlude of thrust and counter thrust.

As their lips parted, from down the hall, they heard Belle's distinctive orgasmic giggle, quickly shut off as if she had put her hand over her mouth, followed by Maggie's low sultry laugh. The young lovers looked at each other and smiled. "Hmm," Mike said. "What do you suppose they're up to?"

"Based on what I've heard, I'd say about three climaxes each," Sara said with a grin; "but I could be wrong."

He folded his left arm back so it supported both of their heads. "It's weird. Listening to our mom's together sort of turns me on. Watching you and Anna, or you and Mom, and Mom and Anna, none of that got me going, nor watching you and your mom, but the thought of our moms together," and he flexed his cock in Sara's pussy.

"Mmm, something got you stirred up, I see. So our moms together, huh? What is it about them; any idea?"

"Not right now, and I'd rather use this gift they gave me than think about it. Do you have any objection to that?" he asked pushing her on to her back and pushing further into her.

"Only one," she said with a smile. "You still talk too friggin' much."

Down the hall, Maggie lifted her face from between Belle's thighs and turned around so her thigh was flush against Belle's clit, and moved her leg so Belle's thigh was flush against hers. "Now, gently rock your hips without losing contact with my leg," she told the slightly older woman. She watched her companion's face as her arousal built.

"Oh, shit, Maggie! All I've been missing all this time. Looking back, I can see where some women were coming on to me and I was too stupid or too naive... you've had your son, haven't you?" Maggie nodded. "Is he good, I mean does he make you and Anna come most of the time?"

Maggie laughed. "I can't remember ever being with Mike and not having at least one climax, usually three or four, and I'm sure Anna and Sara will say the same thing. Are you worried you won't?" She pushed her leg tighter against Belle's clit.

"Oh hell, no. if it's a windy day, I could climax walking to the end of your driveway; sooner, if I don't wear panties. Oh, oh; it's uuunnnngghghgh damn." She giggled. "See what I mean." She reached up and pulled Maggie to her, continuing to gently rock her hips against Maggie's minge.

"I imagine Sara told you about me and my brother and my brother when I was a teenager. They didn't know it, but they didn't need to blackmail me. Oh, I pretended I didn't want to screw, but that was just to make it more exciting for me. If they weren't screwing me every day, I'd have been spreading my legs for every boy in school, I think. God, I loved it. Still do, I'm learning." She felt Maggie have a small orgasm and pulled her tighter against her breasts.

"The night before I married Don, Jake and Derek snuck into my bedroom, and, for the first time, we did it without using rubbers. I was too dumb to douche and Don tasted their cum and made me tell him about them. I also told him how much I liked it. For the next sixteen years, except for right after Sara was born, it was at least three nights a week.

"Then his guard unit was shipped overseas for six months. Don told me he asked Jake to keep an eye on me, to make sure I didn't stray. I tried to tell him I'd be okay, but he could only remember our wedding night. He had made Jake promise to not touch me, but that only lasted a week or so, until Jake got drunk.

"The social worker at Sara's school arranged for me to go to a woman's shelter until Don got back. Sara was sent to live with a cousin of Don's, which I guess was better than her seeing all those women come in all black and blue, looking like puppies who'd been kicked. When Don got home and learned what happened, he was ready to leave us until Sara told him what she had heard that night, and saw the next morning. I think she lost some respect for her father that day, but I couldn't blame him.

"I don't know if he ever went up and spoke to Jake in the prison or not, but, while it didn't come close to the frequency before he left, we were having sex regularly when he got hit."

"And you haven't had sex since then, of any kind? How'd you do that?"

"You treat it like sweets on a diet. Just say no and walk away from the temptation. It was hard at the beginning, and the urge is always there, right below the surface, but it got easier the longer it went on. For a few weeks, I'm going to want to binge on sex, and with this new feminine flavor, it's going to be hard to say no and walk away."

"Well, with four women and Mike, you shouldn't have to deny yourself too much. I'm sure we'd all be glad to help, as long as you're willing to reciprocate."

"Oh, yes. I've discovered I like eating pussy as much as I like sucking cock." The two women laughed and kissed, grinding their hips against each other, beginning another round of arousal.

Part CXIII

Dick handed Jake a sheet of paper. "Here's Sara's address; it isn't far from here. I'd drive you, but the old lady...I'm late already. I dunno why the jerkoffs here wouldn't give it to me. I still got my ID. But, there it is. Good luck. When you see her, tell her I said hello. Dick Richards. I'm sure she'll remember me."

She hadn't answered her phone which was good as far as he was concerned. He'd go wait by her door and surprise her. He was fairly certain where ever Sara was, there would be Belle, and his chance for revenge.

It was an old building, with no secure entrance. He checked the mailboxes and got her apartment number. It was an eight flat building, with four floors. Sara was on the second floor, the apartment on the right, looking from the street. There was a dead space under the landing in the back where he could hide. First, he'd check with the neighbor to see if she'd been home.

He knocked on Sara's door, for show, then crossed the hall and knocked on the neighbor's door. When the young blonde answered, he almost changed his mind. She looked like the blonde wife from that TV show with the dumb, loud mouth, Archie something. And she was almost as smart.

"You're looking for Sara? Yeah, she was here to pick up some clothes yesterday, I think. Yeah, late in the afternoon. No, it was the day before, or...but she was here, and isn't now. She's staying with her boyfriend in Sou'ven. He's the cook for Waverly's, there. If you can't find her, you could probably stop there and ask him."

"Waverly's? On Hale Road?"

"Could be. She didn't say the address, just the name, Waverly's. Said it was an old restaurant."

"Okay, miss. I, uh, I'm her uncle and I'm trying to surprise her, so don't say anything about me being here, okay?"

She brightened and smiled. "Okay. Good luck."

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Ellie pulled her one carry-on bag behind her down the concourse toward the exit, wondering what she would find. Her mom's last e-mail said she and her father would meet her at the airport and they would go to the family lawyer to sign some papers about the sale of the business. She didn't know why she had to sign; she hadn't been involved in the business since she was a junior in high school.

As she approached the exit gate, she looked around for her parents and saw them standing together, smiling! She couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Certainly not since she graduated from high school, and who knew before that?

"Ellie!" her mother called. "Over here!" The tall young brunette looked toward her mom and waved, letting her know she had been heard and seen. As she watched, Maggie grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the top of the exit ramp. Ellie shook her head in disbelief. What the hell had happened while she was gone. Mike was supposed to have kept her informed, but his e-mails had been a masterwork in brevity and nonsense.

"Oh, Ellie! You're home. I'm so glad to see you," enthused Maggie, wrapping her arms around her daughter.

"Me, too, kid," said Harry, pulling her into an embrace for probably the fourth time in her life. "Any more luggage, or can we get out of this mess?"

"No. This is it. We can leave; my other stuff will be sent to the house when the plane is unloaded in New York. I didn't want to wait for it so I paid to ship it. Was that okay?"

"That was fine, baby. Let's go get the business taken care of, and then we can all go to the restaurant and bring you up to date on everything," said Maggie.

"Yeah," Ellie agreed. "Especially with you two. I haven't seen you two get along this well since I was in junior high school. What's going on?"

"Since we agreed on the divorce settlement, and your mother and I no longer live together, there's nothing to fight about, and we're getting along like people, not animals," Harry said. "That's about right isn't it, Maggie?"

"Pretty much, Harry. Why don't you go get your car while we wait here. You can get to it faster if you're alone."

Part CXIV

Jake needed some cash and a car. A stolen car might get him to Sou'ven, but it would also point the police toward him like a beacon once it was reported. Best to steal a credit card and use it to rent a car before it was reported. So he also needed a drivers license.

He caught a bus to get to the large mall on the east side of New Haven and made his way to the rest rooms, to watch the men for someone about his size and age. He only had to wait a half hour or so. As the man entered the restroom, Jake got up from his table and followed him in. His target was using one of the three urinals and another large man was just finishing washing his hands.

Jake paused at the sink, inspecting his image as the handwasher finished and left the room. Jake calmly walked past his intended victim, and, when he was directly behind him, delivered a chopping blow to the kidney. The man's head flew forward and bounced off the plumbing on top of the urinal, rendering him unconscious.

Jake caught him and dragged him into one of the stalls where he quickly relieved him of his wallet. Using some duct tape he had purchased, he taped the guy's hands, feet and mouth, then positioned him so he leaned against one side of the stall, with his feet up and against the other side, his butt firmly planted in the stool. He tied a loop around the handle of the door bolt and threw the string over the wall to the other stall so he could bolt the door.




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He quickly went through the stolen wallet, taking the cash (close to $200), two credit cards, leaving two others, and the drivers license. He then threw the wallet back into the stall, hoping it would look like a simple grab for cash.

Once back in the mall, he approached a security guard and asked if there was a car rental agency in the area, saying he was new in town, and needed to get to Boston that afternoon. The guard was helpful, and directed him to a firm which had an office in the mall. It was at the opposite end of the mall, but compared to the walks he's been having since Osborne, it was a short one. About the time he was driving away in a small Korean sedan, an ambulance was pulling in to take a mugging victim and his wife to the hospital.

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As soon as Harry took off to get his car, Maggie called Mike to let him know Ellie was on the ground and they would be at the lawyer's office in a half hour or so. Mike called Sara and alerted her that he was on the way to the lawyer and would call her when everyone was on their way to the restaurant so she and Belle could meet them there.

Joe and Bella, of course, were already there, working. Knowing the topic of the meeting at the end of the day at work, Rita had skipped it and gone home to pick up Miguela. Maggie had suggested they both come to dinner at Waverly's. She was extremely surprised to see her neighbor and good friend, Geordie Williams, waiting at the bar when she arrived.

"Geordie, how nice to see you? Are you waiting for your date?" she teased him. As comfortable as the big man was talking with people at work, it was well known he was shy to the point of being tongue tied in social situations, even in the neighborhood where they both lived.

"Hey, Rita. Hi, Miguela; how you doin? Miz Rita, yo knows better'n dat. I'm startin' a new job come Labor Day, 'n' my new boss axed me to come meet my new co-workers. Nex' week, I gotta move to New York 'n fin' me a place to live up near Sertoga."

"Geordie, don't tell me you're going to be working for Maggie and Mike at their new Inn! Me, too. I'm going to be Maggie's secretary."

"I don' know any Maggie, but I'm gonna work with Mis'r Mike, 'n' be their gofer and driver. You be workin' at the Inn in the Woods, too, huh. Tha's good. Be nice to see a friendly, familiar face. You, gonna be workin' there, too, Miguela?" he asked the little girl, who was wrapping herself in her mother' skirts, peeping out at the big black man with an infectious smile.

She shook her head at his silly question. "No, sir, I'm too little to work. I have to go to kindergarten first."

Anna knew Geordie from accepting deliveries in the morning. When she saw him talking to a middle-aged woman with a small girl, she guessed who they were. With a wide smile she approached them. "Hi, Geordie. Are you here for the get together? Hi," she went on, looking at Rita.

"You must be Rita, Maggie's secretary, and this little beauty must be Miguela. Hello, young lady. I'm Anna, one of Maggie's partners," she said, extending her hand to Rita. "Let me see if I can find you a place to sit until Mike and Maggie get here." A few minutes later, they were seated in the rear booth where Evie, Mike and Maggie had had their meeting.

In the second booth, near the cashier, enjoying the best meal he'd had in nearly ten years, Jake Woolsey was watching the small gathering, wondering what a life with such friends must be like. From the moment of his arrest so many years ago, he'd had to constantly be on the alert. He had learned to get along, with the guards, with the bosses, and with the rats, the prisoners who bought their existence by telling others what they knew. He had kept to himself except when it was necessary to seek help, or give it, unasked.

He'd used up just about all the booth time he could justify. He'd hit the john and wait out a drink at the bar to see if he could get to talk to Mike, the cook, that's what the girl had called him. He knew enough that a restaurant like this had more than one cook. When he'd asked for Mike when he got there, he'd been told he had gone out and wouldn't be back for an hour or so. Well, he could nurse a drink or two for a half hour or more. He pushed himself out of the booth and made his way to the gents.

Out in the parking lot, introductions were being made. As fate would have it, Harry and Maggie, in one car, Mike and Ellie, in another, and Sara and Belle, in her SUV, had all arrived at Waverly's in the space of a few seconds of time. Jake, on his way to the back of the restaurant, did not see his sister and niece enter, surrounded, as they were, by the Nelson family.

Upon exiting the men's room, he heard a familiar giggle, one he'd know anywhere, under any circumstance; one he'd grown up listening to, hating and loving at the same time. He checked his pocket for the small pistol he carried there. If he had clear shots, his sister and her bitchy niece would be toast when he left the building.

After paying his bill, he returned to his booth to leave his waitress a tip. He used the activity to survey the room and located his intended prey among the large group at the back of the room, a bit over thirty feet away. Two men, a small, older, chubby guy and a tall blond moved away from the booth to move a table and chairs so everyone could sit together. That left Sara and Belle exposed, sitting on opposite sides of the booth.

He pulled the small automatic from his jacket pocket and aimed at Sara, calling, "Hey, Sara, your friend Dick Richards said to say hi," and pulled the trigger, moved his aim to Belle and pulled it again.

As soon as the gun had appeared, someone had screamed, "OMG, he's got a gun!" Sara had reacted the way she had been trained. Her hand had reached inside her purse as she quickly scanned the room and identified the source of danger. Without pulling the snub-nose from her purse, she jammed the muzzle into the corner, pointed it at the gunman and fired twice.

Both Harry and Mike, reflexively/instinctively threw themselves in front of the women. Jake's first shot caught Harry between the ribs, just below his armpit. It plowed through the muscles and lungs, into the heart, killing him instantly. His second shot bounced off one of Mike's ribs, ricocheting down through the lung and lodging in one of the muscles supporting the spinal column.

Sara's two shots were dead center in Jake's heart.

Her first words were, "Call 9-1-1!" The next was, "Michael!"

Part CXV

the blackness surrounding Mike's brain slowly gave way. He could hear the birds chirping and feel the soft breeze across his skin. The scent of wildflowers was on the breeze, much as the heat of the sun was on his naked skin. Naked skin? That realization jerked him into consciousness. What was he doing out in a meadow, naked? He had just been sitting down to a great dinner with family and friends at the restaurant...

A soft hand placed itself on his brow. "Shhh, take it easy, sweetheart. It's okay; you're going to be fine." He opened his eyes to find himself lying by a small brook. Evie was kneeling on the other side, reaching across to comfort him.

"Evie! What are you doing here? Where am I? Am I dead? How..."

"Shh. It'll all be clear in a bit. You and Harry were shot by Sara's Uncle Jake when he tried to shoot Sara and her mother. Harry was killed instantly, but your body is in the intensive care unit at the hospital, being maintained in a coma so you can heal. Meantime, you get to stay here with me for a bit while your body decides to heal."

"Bu...But you're..."

"Mmhmm, but being here without someone familiar would be too stressful, so when someone has to be here in Limbo for a limited time, they are given a companion as a sort of guide, to make their time here easier. They were going to send your grandfather, but when I heard you were coming, I volunteered, pointing out you didn't really know either of them."

"Thanks, I think. This is all kind of upsetting. What happened?"

"Like I told you, Sara's uncle shot you while he was trying to shoot Sara and her mom. He also shot your dad, who didn't make it, and then Sara shot her uncle. She'll be okay, though. As a police officer she had the right to carry a weapon, and Jake did fire first.

"The guy she had the altercation with, the one who hit her, though. He's in for a bit of trouble. He's being interviewed now. Want to listen in?"

"C'mon, Richards, you may as well give it up. The perp fingered you with his last statement, 'Dick Richards said to say hi'. And he had her address, in your handwriting, in his pocket. Add to that, Wojo, down in personnel, says you called the day before to ask for her address. You know what that tells me?"

"Okay, I gave the bum a ride. I admit that. But that's all I did. He said he was her uncle and wanted to look her up to apologize for hurting her mother while she watched."

"You saying you didn't make this guy to be a bad ass; you, with twenty years on the streets? I guess that's why you were still on the street."

"Fuck you. Yeah, So I made him as a recent con, that don't mean I could read his friggin' mind."

A third man in the room, who had been sitting quietly, observing the older ex-patrolman, spoke at last. "It may be just as you say, Dick; in fact, I think it probably is. Still, you didn't take any steps to alert the department that an ex-con was searching for one of our officers, or to warn her. We have enough to take to a grand jury, and probably get an indictment. Problem with that is, I think, with a decent lawyer, you could beat it. So, we're not going forward with it. We'll just put out a statement saying there's not enough evidence to convict you of aiding and abetting, and we are not going to pursue the investigation, but the whole story, from you sexually assaulting her to the gunman's last words will be leaked to the press. Hell, you may even make 20/20."

"No! You can't do that! I want my day in court, to clear my name!"

"Clear it of what?" the interviewer asked. "There won't be any charges, officially."

"Serves the bastard right. Did he really not suspect Jake of planning something bad?"

"Unless he admits it in court, there's no way to prove it. Don't worry, though. I hear he's soon headed in the opposite direction.

"On a more pleasant note, I'm glad to see you hired Geordie for your new place. That was a good thing to do. If he had stayed in the city much longer, it would have been bad for him. This way, he avoids trouble and he gets a new family."

"Family? Why don't I think you mean all the people he's going to be working with?"

"Rita and Miguela. They lived on the same block in Sou'ven. He's admired her for a while, and he thinks the world of Miguela. He'll be a good dad for her, even if they don't get married. He needs to be told that, and that it's okay if he and Rita get together. You'll have to do something for Miggy, too; your dad wanted to set up a trust fund for her schooling."

"You're sure I'm gonna get back to do that?"

Evie laughed. "If you weren't, I wouldn't be here, and neither would you."

"I miss you, babe."

"Sure you do," she scoffed, then her face softened. "I miss you, too, Michael. I'm glad you've been taking care of Momma. She would have had a hard time without you and Maggie.

"I like Sara. She'll be good for you, but you have to work harder to really understand her and what she wants. Sometimes, that's not always clear in her own mind. You're going to have to help her clarify her real desires before you act if you get a sense that she's in a conflict with herself. Like this polyamory family you two have concocted. She never wanted it to get so big.

"Ellie is someone else you're going to have to help. She's going to be a great aunt for you and Sara's children, but she won't ever be a mother. The parasite which damaged Maggie's uterus also damaged Ellie's; the damage just isn't visible. The structures which bind the placenta to the uterine wall are too weak. That's the reason her periods are so heavy and short."

"Oh, here comes Harry; aha, and Jake," she said, pointing. "This should be fun," nodding towards Jake. "It looks like he'll get to cross the river, but they never let them get to it. Watch."

Jake (or his spirit, more correctly), was slogging along, as if he were walking in deep mud. His head was down, watching where he could put his feet to avoid the wet sucking ground. Ahead of him, the ground looked more solid, but with each step, he would sink deeper into the foul smelling mire.

When he first found himself in the meadow, he could see the near shore of the river forming the border between Limbo and Purgatory, seemingly, about fifty yards away. All he had to do was get to the clear water.

He had been brought up believing in a divinity and divine forgiveness and retribution. Therefore, he could hardly believe his luck, that he had a chance at being forgiven for his life. As soon as he began to run toward Purgatory and forgiveness, the ground had started to change character, and it seemed as if he were running in place. No matter how hard or fast he ran, it never got closer; he only sank deeper.

The mire had reached mid-thigh on him, and it was all he could do to move his legs. Incredibly, with each abortive step, it seemed, the river began to inch closer to him, even as he continued to founder. Then, just as he reached the shore, the sulphurous mire engulfed him, closing over his head and cutting off his raging, fear-filled howl of pain and frustration.

There was a great gurgling noise as a froth of malodorous bubbles foamed over the area where Jake had disappeared. Several dark indistinct shapes of various sizes flew up out of the muck, and appeared to leer hungrily at Mike. With screeching laughter, they swooped higher, like a flock of grackles, and then dove, screaming, into the mire pulling it down after them, leaving the meadow, once again, clean and fresh.

Simultaneously, Mike and Evie shuddered and their hands reached for each other.

Part CXVI

Across the river, Mike could see Harry passing them, paying them no heed. He stood to call to him. "Won't do any good, Sweetie. He's on his journey to forgiveness, and can't see us. It's much shorter now than it would have been a few months ago. Several people he has hurt in the past have forgiven him, and his sacrifice to save Sara helped make amends for his actions. When I got here, I wouldn't have bet on his getting across the river."

"Yeah, I have to admit, I'm surprised." He looked around at the wide open space, filled with nothing but grassland and rolling hills as far as the eye cold see. "What do you do here for entertainment?"

"Well, for those who have come here to stay, they work on their redemption, or enjoy just being here and watching over those left behind. For those, like you, who are just visiting, you can do whatever you want. Just think about it and you can do it."

"Whatever I want? What if I want to make love to you?"

"To me or anyone else, living or dead. We are all at your disposal, limited only by your desire and imagination. Go ahead, think of someone you never thought it possible, even in your wildest dreams."

"WTF," Mike thought, and closed his eyes. He didn't know her name, but he could picture her, the perfect girl, from the movie, Notting Hill.

He opened his eyes and there Emily was, naked, sitting by him on the grass in the meadow. She smiled and put her arms around his neck and leaned back, pulling him on top of her. "What would you like?" she purred.

The sex was good, better than good. He climaxed multiple times, frequently with the same partner, and the same penetration. They all had multiple orgasms--BK, RiRi, Britney, Miley, Lilo, J-Lo, Meryl, Julia, Halle, Julianne, Sophia, Gina, Marilyn, Demi, Ming, Lucy, Sandra, Meg, Anna, Ellie, Sara, Belle and on and on. At one point, when he was having problems identifying a new celebrity partner, Evie reappeared. "Having a good time?"

"In some ways; it's been a lot of fun, but really, I'd rather be with you, chatting over a cup of tea or a cocktail, or with any of other women in my polyamorous family. Sex with all the celebrities has been interesting, but as sex partners, they aren't really any better than you or Sara. In fact, I enjoyed it with you two more because we cared for each other, wanted to please each other."

Evie's head picked up and she looked like she was a sentry in alert mode. "Your time here is growing short. When you get back, there will be some changes. Come, we just have time for good bye." She took his hand and pulled him to standing. "You have to close your eyes and imagine me in your arms," she told him.

He did, and when he opened his eyes, she was there, naked, in his arms, waiting for his kiss. He carried her to a blanket which seemed to appear out of nowhere and lay her down. As he kissed her, his hands explored her body as if they were memorizing it.

"Now," she said, pulling him over and into her. It was a long unhurried joining, culminating in a slowly building mutual climax which manifested itself like the slow bubbling over of euphoria rather than the passionate volcanic eruption they had usually experienced together.

"I love you, Evie; I'll always love you." Michael whispered to her as he felt her begin to fade away.

"I know, Michael, but now you owe that love to Sara. Keep your love for me in a small part of your heart, and I will know it's there, just as you can know my heart is always full of love for you. I'll be watching over you and Momma, but I know you both have long full lives ahead of you. Be well, Michael, and be happy."

Part CXVII

Somewhere in the near distance he heard a bell dinging, like an alarm going off, but not an emergency alarm... "Doctor, Mr Nelson is waking up!" he heard someone calling. Mr Nelson--that was him. Why would there be an alarm when he woke. Oh, shit! Did his head hurt, and his back, and his...everything, like he'd stayed in bed too long. He struggled to sit up, and found he couldn't move.

"Take it easy, Mr Nelson," a woman's voice said, gently. "Don't try to move yet, we have to unhook you from all the machines, and monitors. That's right, just relax, it won't take long. My, did you have a nice nap?" she laughed. "Oh, oh, I see you need cleaning up again. I guess it was a nice nap."

"Ehrr aa I," he struggled to get out around the breathing tube.

"Where are you?" she repeated, verifying his question. "You're in Memorial Hospital, in Saratoga Springs. You've been here, in a coma for almost four months. I have to say, your timing's pretty good. Next week is Thanksgiving, and you should be home for it."

"Fo mudz? Wha..."

"Hush now. Some one will be right in to take out the respirator tube and then you can ask all your questions and get the answers you need. Okay?"

He tried to nod, but couldn't move his head. "Oops, forgot you were restrained. You were a busy guy, even in your coma. Let me get that. Better?" He tried another nod, and smiled when he could move. "They're calling your family. They should be here soon."

It was close to half an hour before Maggie, Sara, Ellie and Anna showed up. In that time a Doctor Ellis had been in to explain what had happened to him. He vaguely remembered getting shot, but his memory was of someone hitting his chest with a sledge hammer. That was his last clear memory of this world.

An ambulance had arrived in less than ten minutes and stabilized him, sealing the hole in his side and starting fluids to make up for what he was losing. He had been transported to the hospital where the decision was made to keep him sedated while his lung healed, after the bullet was removed from his back.




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While recuperating from the gunshot, he had developed a massive MRSA infection, from some foreign material either in or on the bullet, and slipped into a coma. His vital signs had dropped to minimum levels to sustain life and only his extremely active EEG recordings and frequent erections and ejaculations had attested to his being alive.

His physical activity had been the subject of a great deal of speculation, not having been seen before at this hospital. After relating that bit of information, the doctor had looked at him speculatively, as if expecting an explanation. Mike, remembering his experiences in Limbo, simply shrugged his shoulders. The doctor shook his head and told Mike there would be some tests run the next day, and if everything looked good, he should be released the following day.

Part CXVIII

The women came in as that information was being imparted and squealed with joy. Before the doctor left the room, it looked like Mike was the meat in a weird sort of sandwich, all the women trying to hug him at once. Finally, they all had the opportunity to individually hug and kiss him. As the room quieted down, there was an uncomfortable silence.

"I hear there have been some changes while I was...sleeping," he said.

"Who..." asked Maggie

"Sleeping?" Sara and Ellie said at the same time, with huge grins.

"How..." asked Anna, all at the same time.

Mike glanced at the door to make sure it was shut. "While I was in the coma, I saw Evie. She told me some stuff, but not everything." He looked at Sara. "That guy who gave you the black eye. He was investigated for aiding and abetting your Uncle Jake. He wasn't charged, but the story of what he did to you was leaked to the press, wasn't it?"

Sara gasped. "How..." She nodded. "When the story came out, there was an uproar about why he wasn't charged. His house and car were vandalized, his wife left him and his kids wouldn't talk to him, I heard. A few weeks after the story broke, he ate his gun."

Mike nodded. "Evie said he was headed down, soon ." He looked at his sister. "Hey, Sis. Helluva homecoming, wasn't it. I know neither of us had a lot of respect for Dad, and I frankly expected him to go to Hell, but he's on his way to a better place. I guess he made some amends to people he hurt, plus his sacrifice to save Sara..."

Ellie and Maggie both sniffed. "That's good." "I'm glad," they said simultaneously.

"Evie also gave me a bit of bad news for you, Ellie. She said you were going to be a great aunt for Sara's and my kids, but you'll never have any of your own. Apparently the parasite which damaged Mom's uterus also affected yours. That's why your periods are so heavy and short; everything just sloughs off all at once."

"Oh, shit!" she said, with a short laugh. "You mean I can't wear those awful maternity dresses I see in the store. Damn!" she joked, with a just audible trace of regret in her voice. "Then I'll be the best fucking aunt you ever saw. Should I begin with Miguela?" she asked, with a catch in her voice.

"With Miggy? I guess you could. Have Rita and Geordie hooked up yet?"

The women looked at each other in amazement. "She moved into his house yesterday. How could you know?" asked Anna. "Of course, Evie. And was she also responsible for all your... physical activity while you 'slept'?" she continued with a knowing grin.

Mike looked at her, contemplating denying knowing what she meant, and then realized, from her tone, she already knew the answer. "Indirectly," he said, "for most of it; directly, only for the...activity just before I woke up, apparently. But then, so were all of you, for some of it.

"She told me I could have anyone I could think of for a sex partner; all I had to do was imagine them with me, doing whatever I wanted, and they'd be there, doing it, with, to, or for me. At first, it was fun, having all those famous women fawning over me, but I soon realized that I liked it more when it was one of you.

"I learned that sex without emotional attachment isn't any better than jacking off, regardless of how beautiful or exotic the woman is, and is a lot more work. I can hardly wait until I can be with each of you."

"Us, too," Maggie said with a smile. "Did the doctor say what had to happen before you could go home?"

"He said there were just some tests they want to run tomorrow, and if everything is okay, I'll be discharged the day after."

"Well, then we better get back to the Inn and get things ready for you. Everyone's been asking when you'll be there."

"You've moved in then; of course. I've been out of the world for at least three months the nurse said. I have a lot to catch up on. Who's cooking for you?"

Everyone looked at Anna. She cleared her throat. "When Stevie heard what happened, she volunteered to stay on for a while until we found someone. Ron, her husband, had this wild idea for a year long trip around the country, visiting all the states for a week. She wasn't wild about going, and your being laid up gave her a reason to stay.

"With that settled, Maggie and I went to NYC to talk to booking agents who handle touring companies. We found one who remembered your mom from her modeling days, and decided to work with her. Our first production, Company, opens right after Thanksgiving. It turns out the property manager is one Joey Masters, Evie's father and my husband. Since we're going ahead with the nude concept, and the in-the-round, no scenery production, he said he'd help out, too. For the past couple of weeks, he and Stevie have been splitting the job."

"You two going to get back together?"

"We've talked about it; we all," she said, drawing a circle to include the group, "need to talk about it, too, and, especially, you and me."

He nodded. "Whenever..." he said. "Where's Belle," he asked, looking at Sara.

"She went back to Cherry Valley. With Uncle Jake gone, she thought she could go back, so she was close to the farm and Gram and Gramps. They're getting on in age and she felt she should be close by for them. She promised to visit as often as she could, since from there it's only a three hour drive."

Part CXVIX

Before he could comment, there was a knock at the door and it opened. The nurse who had been there when he woke came in. "Sorry, ladies. Have to chase you out. I have to draw some blood and get some measurements, then he should rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long, full day."

She waited until they had all got their hug and kiss, and left the room before turning to him. "How are you doing, stud? Feeling okay? I have to get some blood, and then the doctor suggested a shower, but said I should stay close in case you get dizzy or tired. Okay?"

"Uhhhm, how close is close?" he asked the young woman, who was built along amazonian lines. Roberta (Bobbi, on her name tag) Townley, Critical Care nurse for Memorial Hospital, was a thirty-one year old, divorced mother of a seven year old daughter. She was just a fraction of an inch over five-ten, and at 165 pounds, was an impressive sight with her 36B bust line, twenty-three inch waist and thirty-seven inch hips. With sandy brown hair, and blue eyes, a warm, generous smile, and gregarious personality, she was well liked by both patients and staff.

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "If I think it's necessary for your safety, I can get naked and get in the shower with you. Do you think it's necessary?" she asked, running her had up his leg to find and caress his growing staff. With a moan, Mike nodded. His need was more psychological than physical.

Even though he had just spent the last three months, albeit virtually, fucking some of the world's most attractive women, including those in his family, seeing his 'wives' and being unable to do more than chat with hem for a few minutes was frustrating. It didn't help that he was just assured he would be in a shower with a woman who would rate at least an 8 or 9 on anybody's scale of attraction.

"Me, too. First, though, I need to get the blood drawn and ready to be picked up for the lab. You just relax, it won't take but a minute."

A few minutes later, Bobbi returned from dropping his samples in the pick up basket on the station desk. She picked up his phone and buzzed the desk. "Amy, I see there's an order here for Mr Nelson to have a shower. He's complaining still of some dizziness when he stands up, so I'll have to get in with him, even if he uses the chair.

"Why don't you give us a half hour and then come and check on us if I haven't called you?" She winked at Mike. "No, I'll need at least that long, maybe even little longer, but we can shoot for that, okay?"

She put the phone back on its cradle and helped Mike stand up. With his arm around her chest , his hand came to rest just under her breast. "Feeling a bit frisky, are you?" she chuckled.

Lifting his thumb to nudge her boob, he replied, "Is that what you call it. I always thought they were just plain boobies."

Bobbi laughed, answering, "Just behave yourself for a few more minutes. I don't want to have to explain why you're on the floor." A few steps more and they were in his lavatory. She untied the bow at his neck and removed his gown, then got him seated on the shower chair. Watching him watch her, she unbuttoned her uniform top and removed it. With a saucy smile, she reached behind her and unfastened the three hook and eyes holding her brassiere closed.

Without any ceremony, she shrugged the shoulder straps forward, and down her arms. Smiling, Mike said softly, "I was wrong. There's nothing plain about you, especially your boobies. My god, you're beautiful."

Bobbi blushed. As she lowered her eyes, she caught sight of the staff she had become so intimately involved with over the last three months. When he had been comatose, it had been on the large side of average, and seemingly rock hard. He was that big now and she could see it throbbing and bobbing as it continued to get bigger and harder.

She quickly skinned out of her remaining clothes and stepped into the shower stall, dropping to her knees between Mike's legs. "Omg, are the girls going to love this," she purred. She began to treat Mike's knob like a scoop of ice cream, gently licking all over the surface, talking as she pleasured him.

"You have to understand the male-female balance here in Saratoga. For some reason, there are three or four women in the area for any half healthy man under the age of fifty. Because of our work schedules, sixteen hours, for four days a week, then we're off four days, it's almost impossible for us nurses in Critical Care to meet any healthy eligible men.

"When you came in, we almost had a war to see who would be your primary nurse. Doc Ellis appointed me because I'm the biggest and strongest, and he thought I'd be able to handle you physically, turning you and bathing you and so on.

"We had been alerted about your strange, unprompted erections and ejaculation, but they hadn't told us about your fucking motions. The day you came in, you arrived in the middle of my time off that day, and there wasn't any notation of the E&E. After supper that night, your bed alarm went off, signaling you were out of bed. You weren't, but OMG, what a beautiful sight you were, naked with a hard on, fucking the air.

"Four of us had run in to see what had happened, and then and there, we agreed, as long as you were comatose, and developing those erections, we were going to be extremely unprofessional and use them. I don't know who you were fucking in your dreams, but here in this room, you were servicing four of the horniest nurses north of the Thruway. And, with your permission this time, we'd all like to get it one more time. Are you up to that, stud?"

Mike silently nodded. Bobbi stood up and pushed his legs together and straddled them. Reaching down, she positioned his cock and slowly lowered her self, moaning the whole distance. "Fuck, you're thicker, longer and harder. How...shit, who cares? Can you move, or should I?"

"Go ahead, Bobbi; Fuck me. Just let me suck on those luscious looking tits." Mike put his arms around the big woman, pulling her in tight to his chest and abdomen. Somehow, she was able to move her hips back and forth, sliding on his thighs. "Mmmm, fuck, that feels good. A whole shitload better than when I was in...not here."

"Ahhhhhmmmmm," she moaned; "Several of my patients have told me they're not really here when they're in a coma. Was someone there with you?" she asked before moaning again.

"Mmhmm. My dead fiancé. We had a chance to say goodbye. That's what you had to clean up this morning. She told me that while I was there, I could have sex with anyone I wanted. All I had to do was imagine them there, ready and willing, and we could do whatever I wanted."

"Almost makes me want to go there." She pulled his head back in between her breasts, where he began anew to kiss and suckle.

"This is way better. Uh oh, I'm getting close," he warned her.

"That's okay, doll, just go for it. I'm close, too." Bobbi speeded up her hips and Mike began the instinctual thrusting an imminent climax stimulates.

"Uuunnnngggnhhh," he grunted as his seed spewed forth into the large nurse. The heat of his seed triggered her own climax, causing her to freeze in his arms for several seconds. As she slowly recovered, she reached behind her and turned on the shower.

Amy chose that instant to open the door.



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Mike recovers from getting shot and impregnates his wife and sister. The inn is successful and life goes on. For most of them. Evie pays Mike another visit. Hope you all enjoy this final chapter. Jb7

Paid to Seduce His Mother... Redux v. 02 Ch 10

Part CXX

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!"

Michael screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed. Sara woke instantly, and sat up, throwing her arms around his chest. "Shhhhh, Michael; it's okay. It's just a bad dream, sweetheart; wake up now." She tightened her arms, pulling him against her.

With a start, he awoke, shaking in her arms. "The same one?" Sara asked, gently. He nodded, slipping an arm around her. "How far..."

"Through Limbo, and my time with Evie, waking up and your visit. It wasn't quite the same. It was just you, Ellie, Mom and Anna this time. Then the shower and the nurse molesting me. I woke just as the second nurse opened the door. All her bullshit about... about them using me—I don't understand. Where's all that crap coming from?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Are you sure you don't want to talk to someone about all of it? What you went through is pretty much beyond any person's normal experience."

"No; the dreams are coming less frequently, and, except for the ending, aren't as scary." He slipped his other arm around her, pulling her to him, and buried his nose in her hair. "Sara, do you think there's anything to what she says in the dream, about them all using me?"

She tightened her arms around his body and shook her head. "No, Mike," she said, gently. "One of the four of us was in your room from nine in the morning until they chased us out around nine-thirty at night. The only action you got was when they changed your catheter. In the four months you were out, there was no sign, ever, of an erection."

"Then why..." he choked out. "Shit! What difference does it make? Maybe I should see someone." He held her tight and wiped the tears which had started on her hair.

Correctly interpreting his action, she asked, "Do you want me to call around and find someone for you?" He hesitated, obviously thinking, then nodded. Sara reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Admittedly, I'm not anything close to a professional counselor, but Psych was my major in college, and my police training included a lot of psychology, especially dealing with motives. Your dreams might be wish fulfillment. Maybe you want to have sex with Bobbi."

Mike gave her a look that signaled he thought she might be crazy. "No way! I realize that if someone looked at my sex partners over the past year, they'd say I had a thing for older women, but, except for Mom, my having sex with anyone older than me was someone else's idea."

"Don't get me wrong--I enjoyed all of it, but I prefer sex with someone my own age. Mom was an exception. Ever since I realized sex was an expression of love, I wanted to make love with her, but if I hadn't ever got the chance, it wouldn't have mattered in how I feel about her. With Anna, your mom, Rita and my aunt and grandmother, other than my first time with Rita, the sex was instigated by someone else. If it hadn't happened, no big deal.

"All of which is a long way to say not only is there no attraction to Bobbi, but I really don't want to have sex with her. I'm perfectly satisfied with you, Ellie and Mom. I get to be with each of you once a week and the ones I'm not with can satisfy each other if they want.

"On a more pleasant topic, since we're wide awake, have you chosen a time and place for our honeymoon?"

She pushed him down on the bed so his head was on his pillow and lay on his chest, looking up at him. "Sometime this summer, if Stevie can be available to take over the kitchen. We could be real traditional and go to Niagara Falls, or New York City. Or there's a honeymoon lodge, just up the road at Schroon (pronounced screw-in) Lake. If you don't mind traveling, we could pick from a couple of areas and play tourist for a couple of weeks."

"What areas," he asked, reaching out and caressing her cheek.

"Oh—there's the Finger Lakes Wine Country here in New York. Or there's the Gettysburg - Hershey - Amish region in Pennsylvania, or the Black Hills - Yellowstone Park country, out west."

He knitted his brow and asked, "How would you feel about doing the touristy thing?"

"Sweetheart," she answered, with a smile, "as long as we're doing it together, and get to sleep in the same bed every night, whatever we do will be fine."

He returned her smile. "Then let's keep it simple and plan a trip through the Finger Lakes, hitting as many wineries as we safely can. I also hear there are a number of new small craft breweries in that area we could visit."

Sara sighed and laughed. "Okay, but you'll have to stay sober enough so sleeping in the same bed makes sense." She moved up to kiss his cheek. "Can you sleep now?"

"No," he sighed. "I think I'll go soak in the small hot tub for a bit. You go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Part CXXI

Mike shrugged off his robe and, with a sigh, slowly sank into the warm water. As he sat there, ruminating on the previous six months, he heard the door to the hot tub room open. Before he could say anything, the light came on and he saw Stevie drop her robe, revealing she also had come to the spa naked under her robe.

She turned around and saw him, causing her to gasp, then laugh, making no effort to hide her nudity. "Got room in there for another body?" she asked.

"Just about, if you don't mind being crowded."

"I know--it was designed to be crowded. We used to refer to it as the honeymooners' tub. Will it make you uncomfortable if I join you?"

"Uncomfortable, no; embarrassed, probably."

"With all the naked women you've apparently been exposed to? I shouldn't think seeing a body like mine would have any effect on you at all."

"Don't sell yourself short, Stevie. If I was single..."

"You're sweet, Mike," she said, lowering herself into the tub. "Single? You're not married to Sara yet, are you? Engaged? And your mother and sister living with you. And Anna and Belle when they're here. Sounds like you're all a real close family."

"Yeah, you could say that," he replied, a question in his voice, wondering what she was getting at.

Stevie looked at him closely, as if debating with herself. After a lengthy silence, she began to speak softly, so he had to listen closely.

"Ron and I grew up in Southern Tennessee, in the mountains just west of the Carolinas. His daddy was my daddy's half-brother. His momma was daddy's sister." She stopped and looked at him, waiting for his reaction.

He returned her steady gaze, saying only, "So, you're really close cousins. I understand that's not a problem in New York." Stevie laughed and leaned into his shoulder.

"Aunt Claire died trying to deliver their second baby. She came early and Aunt Claire was alone. They were both dead when Uncle Billy found them. Ron was in his crib, crying, both hungry and dirty. Uncle Billy got him cleaned up and fed, then brought him to our house. After he told them what happened, Momma and Daddy went to bury them and clean up, Momma told me. Near as she could reckon, she caught me that night.

"The day after Ron's fifth birthday, Uncle Billy went off and joined the Army, leaving him with us to bring up. Momma said a couple of years later, times got hard, so Daddy went up to Ohio looking for work.

"While he was gone, Momma other brother JimBob came to look after us. He slept in Momma's bed, taking Daddy's place. Nights I could hear them doing what Momma and Daddy did when he was home.

" When Daddy came home to get us, he and JimBob both slept with Momma that night. Ron woke me so we could watch them. She must have had a real good time that night. She was in a good mood for a week. After that, Daddy called her his sweet sandwich meat.

"We moved to Dayton, where Daddy went to work in a tire plant. He found us a room in a motel owned by an old man who hired Momma to clean the rooms in return for our rent. I think she did more than that; he passed away the year I turned ten and left the property to Momma. That's how Ron and I got into the business.

"On Ron's eighteenth birthday, Momma got all dressed up, 'n' she and Ron went out to dinner alone. I fixed dinner for Daddy and he watched TV while I did my homework. In the morning, I saw Ron and Momma coming out of one of the rooms after Daddy left for work. When I asked her about it, she said she was doing a mother's duty--making sure her son knew how to take care of his wife.

"The night I turned eighteen, after dinner, Ron was sent to tend the front desk. Daddy pulled me down on his lap, one hand around me, holding my boob, and the other, halfway up my thigh, under my skirt. Momma asked me what I knew about making babies.

"I told her we'd studied sex in school and I knew all about the parts and how they were supposed to fit together. She asked if any of the boys I'd dated had ever tried to 'fit them together'. I giggled and told her, tried, yes; done it, no.

"By then, Daddy was rubbing his hand all over my crotch. He asked if any boy had ever touched me like that. I shook my head because it was hard to think of a way to say no. Then Momma came over and started taking off my clothes, saying, just like she'd done her duty by Ron, Daddy was going to show me how a man pleasured a woman.

"And he did. He used his mouth, his hands, and his pecker, and every one of my holes they'd fit into. When he was done, Momma sent in Ron, and we've been together ever since. Up until Daddy retired and he and Momma moved back to Tennessee, it was a toss up who'd be sleeping with who. Ron's name is on their birth certificates, but I'd be hard pressed to swear that he's my children's father."

All the while she had been talking, Stevie had been slowly caressing and jacking his cock. When she finished, she glanced down and, seeing his erection breaking the surface of the water, licked her lips.

"Is there a reason for telling me this, Stevie?" he asked, taking hold of her hand and pulling it away from cock.

"To let you know Ron and I don't have any room to judge your relationship with your mom and sister, and if you're interested, I'd be happy..."

"Thanks, Stevie. I'm flattered, believe me, but my relationships with Meg, Ellie, and especially Sara, pretty much preclude any outside fooling around without getting their okay first."

Just then the door opened halfway. "Mike? Are you in here?" Ellie called.

"In the small tub. Stevie's here, too. She's been telling me her life story." Ellie pushed the door the rest of the way open and entered, to see Stevie's bare butt disappear behind a towel.

"You don't need to leave, Stevie. Sara sent me to make sure Mike hadn't fallen asleep and drowned himself." She walked to the tub and saw Mike's erection extending above the water's surface.

"No," the older woman replied, "I have to go get ready for the breakfast service." She looked at Mike while shrugging on her robe. "Let me know if you change your mind. Anytime."

"I might have to share some of your story." Stevie looked at him for a few seconds, and then nodded.

As the busty grandmother left the spa room, Ellie pulled her top over her head. "Stay where you are, brother. Today's my day and I want as much of you as I can fit in. It's been ages since we've been able to have a before breakfast fuck."

She stepped into the small tub and straddled Mike's thighs. "You ready, Mikey? I am," she said, positioning him and engulfing his shaft as she sank into the warm water. "Does Stevie want some of this? I can't blame her, with her husband gone. The only men left here are Geordie and Joe.

"Geordie's so gaga over Rita he won't look at another woman, and Joe's so pussy whipped he brings other women home to service his wife. I've overheard him talking on the phone about plans to try and convince Bella to join them again."

She paused to swivel her hips, taking him in further. "Sara said you had another nightmare?"

He nodded. "Not really—same one, just some details different. How are you doing? What'd the doc say?"

"Nothing really—same as Sue, my gynecologist. Everything looks normal. He did say that the only way to tell for sure would be to remove the implants and try to get pregnant. Once the fertilized egg attached to the wall, if there is something wrong, it could be six to eight weeks before I miscarried."

"What're you going to do?"

Avoiding his eyes, Ellie answered softly, "We're doing it. I had him remove the rods when I was there. It's been a week. There should be an egg waiting for your champion swimmer floating around in there. We'll know by July if Evie's ghost was right." She looked at his face and shrank back from his expression, a combination of anger and sadness, chasing each other across his face.

Dismayed at what she saw, Ellie threw her arms around his shoulders and choked out, "Mike, sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you upset?"

Struggling to deal with the unexpected emotions Elli's statement had produced, Mike stumbled over his reply, "I...it's... I'm not... I just...you should have told me first... it's just like the nurses in my dream, using me..."

When Mike was done, Ellie had a vision of herself back in P'town, being fucked, without any care or concern, by the two guys whom she had let pick her up. "Oh, God, Mike! I'm sorry; I really didn't think you'd mind. I think Evie's right and it'll abort itself. But if it doesn't, there's nobody else whose baby I would want. That's why...Oh, Mike, please don't be mad at me,. I'm so sorry," she sobbed, drawing away from him.

His arms tightened, pulling her back to him. "Ellie, Ellie, shhh. I'm not mad, and I understand why you did it. It's just me, and not knowing if the dream was real or if something else is going on.

"Sara assures me that during the day there weren't any signs anything could happen. I just don't know where it's all coming from."

Ellie pulled back from him, wiping her eyes with her hands. "Huh? Are you serious? Has anyone mentioned, more than a few times, a little something called PTSD?" She settled back down on his cock, pushing her groin into his.

"Let's see, now, what has happened over the past year that might be considered stressful? Winning the senior competition; positive stress, but still stress. Graduation; walking in on Dad and his redhead; successfully seducing Mom, there's a biggie; sex with Aunt Sally and Grandma, two more biggies; getting engaged; changing jobs; learning about Evie's incestuous history; getting into Anna's pants; learning you were a father; Evie's death, a humongous stressor; connecting with Sara; trying to hide, and failing, your relationship with Mom; Sara being assaulted; suddenly getting richer that hell, and, finally, the shooting."

She cocked her head to the side and regarded him a few seconds before continuing. "Shit, Mike! A lot of it is positive stress, but they don't cancel each other out. As far as the body is concerned, stress is stress. This past year has been an emotional roller coaster for you. I'm surprised you and Mom are able to function in polite society at all."

"When you put it like that, I guess it has been a helluva year." He paused and looked at his sister. "Where is Mom? I didn't see her around yesterday at all."

"She went down to the City to talk to her friend, Irene, about forming a repertory group to perform here. She hasn't been pleased with the touring groups we've had. With Irene's help, she wants to hire about twenty-five or thirty actors and actresses, a couple of electricians and stage hands.

"She wants to produce the plays during the Spring to Fall months, in the nude, rotating eight plays through the season, finishing with a major production. If we can find someone to visit and star, we'll advertise all over the region, otherwise, we'll just advertise the rotation on posters at the various tourist spots, highlighting the nude theatre in the round."

She looked down at her brother and giggled. "Oops! You're getting all pruney and wrinkled. We better get you out of here," she said and stood up, pulling away from his now flaccid cock. "Did you..." she asked.

He grinned and nodded. "If it's possible for you to get pregnant today, there's a good chance you will." He pulled her close. "I hope Evie's ghost was wrong. It'll be a beautiful baby."

Ellie buried her face in his shoulder, hiding her tears of joy. "Me, too."

Part CXXII

Danni Yasserian was a bubbly, blonde, slightly plump, 28-year-old psychiatric resident, just beginning the first of two sequential rotations at the Glens Falls Mental Health Center. Two weeks ago, she had just finished six months at the Albany State Hospital, dealing with chronically mental ill adults and children. While it had been a good experience, it had been an emotionally draining six months. She had needed the two weeks to decompress.

It was her third day seeing patients. They had already been screened by an intake worker who assigned them to therapists/counselors according to their needs (type of problem and level of emergency) and availability of the therapist. As the new kid on the block, she was catching most of the non-emergent new cases.

The patient coming in looked interesting. He claimed he was suffering from erectile dysfunction secondary to PTSD. She quickly reviewed the intake worker's notes, then went out to call him in.

"Hi, Mr Nelson. May I call you Mike?" He nodded. "You can call me Danni or Dr. Y. Dr. Yasserian is a bit of a mouthful. What brings you here? I know you briefly described your problem to Mrs Jenkins, our intake person, but I'd like to hear your story from you."

"Well, last August, at a party to welcome my sister home from England and to celebrate selling the family business, my girlfriend's uncle shot me and my father trying to kill her and her mother. Since then, I've been having some really weird and disturbing dreams. Then about six or seven weeks ago, I lost the ability to get an erection."

"Did something happen to you physically which might have caused you to lose your erection?" Danni asked, remarking to herself how calm and collected Mike seemed, given the history he had just reported.

"Uhh, my sister, Ellie, used me to get pregnant, to see if she could carry a baby to term."

That set Danni back. "Your, mmm, your sister? Used you?"

"It's a long story, but we've been intimate for a few years now."

""Do your parents know?" she asked, trying to stall for time to assimilate the shocker.

"Mom does. Dad didn't."

"Didn't? Oh, when he was shot, he..."

"Was killed instantly. He was protecting my fiancé, while I shielded her mother. Look, Danni, it's a longish story, and a lot to take in. Let me tell you about the past year. Unless you have the equivalent of a photographic ear, you might want to record it. Ellie and I sat down the day she got pregnant and were able to count nineteen stress inducing events beginning last May when I won a major school award."

Danni nodded and, turning to her desk, grabbed the mini recorder she used for dictation. "Okay, shoot," she said, hitting the record button.

"...and that night, Ellie joined me in bed and I couldn't get hard, not just sustain an erection, not even begin to get one. We just put it down to fatigue because I hadn't slept much the night before, but it's been the same since then."

"First time it's happened?" Mike nodded. "Any problem or pain when you ejaculated?"

"Only after the fifth or sixth time in a day."

"Holy shit!" Danni thought to herself. "Christ, kid, where were you when I was in school? I could have used you..." She stopped, realization hitting her like a club.

"Mike, you're right when you say you've been under a great deal of stress, and I think a few sessions giving you some time to vent and some support, we can get you on top of it without any problem.




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"Before we do that, I imagine you want to deal with your more obvious physical problem. Am I right; you want to get to the root of your ED? They're probably related, but I'm pretty sure we can treat them separately."

He nodded. "Do you think we can? Will I need to take Viagra or something?"

She smiled, putting him immediately at ease. "If I'm right, it should only take a couple of weeks of some frank talk. Our time is just about up. Can you come back next week at the same time?" His head bobbed up and down rapidly. "In the meantime, I want you to write me an essay, actually two. The first dealing with how you really feel about your polyamorous arrangement. How you really feel, not how you think you should feel, or how the women want you to feel.

"Then the second essay, actually a series of mini essays, how you feel about each of the women in your poly group. Do you think you can do that by next week?"

"How I feel about the women...as a person, as a sex partner, sex object, friend, lover, acquaintance?"

"Exactly," she answered, smiling. "Before your problem started, how often were you having sex?"

"Well, this past year it ranged from none to, I remember one great day at the cabin with my mother, we made love ten times. . ."

"And did you come every time?"

"Yeah, I climaxed, but the last couple of times, it was a dry come. But that day was unusual. Normally, lately, it's been more like three or four times a day. I'd have sex with whomever I woke up with, sometimes twice if we wake early enough; then maybe once in the afternoon with whomever was slated to be in my bed that night, or with Sara, my fiancé. On all these occasions, I'd climax and ejaculate."

"And all the women in your group are satisfied with this arrangement?"

"They're the ones who set it up. On the trip up here, when we first considered buying the Inn, Sara and I, with Mom and Anna''s help, decided on the rules for an open marriage. While we were inspecting the property, there were a couple of occasions when Sara showed me the practical application of those rules.

"I wasn't too happy with the implications, and Sara introduced the subject of polyamory, which seemed to fit our situation better. After we got back to Sou'ven, we went up to Cherry Valley in Rhode Island to get her mother. We met Mom and Anna, on the way back, at Anna's restaurant. I left the four of them there, telling them I needed at least one day alone, and reminded them to allow time for Ellie.

"The shooting was a couple of days later. Sara's mom went back to her home, and Anna's husband turned up out of the blue while I was in my coma, leaving me with just Sara, Ellie and Mom. They've just been rotating through the week, and I get one day off. They are each guaranteed one day every three weeks when they can have me all to themselves. Otherwise, if I'm with Mom or Ellie, Sara can join us whenever she wants. If I'm with Sara, either of the others can pop in and join us unless I claim a solo night , regardless who it is."

"So, you can claim a solo night, with any of them, in addition to their guaranteed night?" He nodded. "Sounds complicated." She paused, then looked at her watch. "Well, time's up. See you next week."

Part CXXIII

Sara came out of the bathroom, brushing her hair, let grow for the wedding, now scheduled for mid August. She stood by the small make-up table they had found at a flea market that Spring, facing the mirror, but watching his reflection as she talked. "Maggie called today while you were in Glens Falls. Said she was bringing Irene up to see the theatre, and some guy they hired to direct the plays. Anna and Joe will be coming with them. They should all be here for the Fourth.

"Could we have some sort of family cookout to celebrate? There is a grated fireplace behind the house. Ellie and I could put together a couple of salads, and we could grill hots and hamburgers. Make it a real American picnic kind of affair. With beer and kool-aid; well, beer, anyhow."

"Sure, that'd be fun," Mike replied, the tone of his voice conveying the message he thought it would be anything but.

Sara turned and walked to sit on the bed next to him. "Didn't things go well at the counselor's? Is something wrong?"

"No, that went well. She wants to deal with the ED first, of which I heartily approve. She thinks I should be back to normal in a few weeks in that department. And not much longer to successfully deal with the stress.

"She wants me to write a couple of essays—how I really feel about polyamory, and how I feel about the women in the group. She made it very clear she wanted just my feelings, not my interpretation of what I thought I should feel, or what I thought others wanted me to feel. How do I do that with all of you around me all the time?"

He felt Sara stiffen and pull away. He reached out and pulled her back. "Shut up and stop making all that noise," he laughed. "You're the easy one in the bunch. I love you, and I don't say that anywhere near often enough. And, if you didn't know it, I'd give my life for you. If there is anything at all you want from me, that it is in my power to give you, all you have to do is ask. You do know that, don't you?" She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's our mom's, and Ellie, and Anna who are the problems. I don't really know your mom. She's a nice person, a little ditzy, I suppose, in a nice way. What little I saw of her those two or three days, I enjoyed, and not just because we screwed a lot getting acquainted. She was fun to be around, when she wasn't worrying about your uncle.

"And then there's Anna. If it weren't for Evie, I'd never have met her, and I'm sorry to say, while she's been gone, I haven't really missed her. She can be a terror when we have sex, and bossy as all get out, but, then, so can you when you need to be," he observed, grinning. Returning his grin, she punched his shoulder.

"With Mom and Ellie, the family factor really complicates the picture. I love them both, but I'm not in love with them, like I am with you. When I have sex with them, that's really all it is, just sex. Once in a while, with Mom, in the beginning especially, it was like making love, but different from us. I can't explain it, and it isn't the taboo thing; there's just a different quality about it. A different kind of caring...

"Anyway, that's the kind of stuff the doctor wants, I guess."

Sara reached up and turned Mike's face to her and gave him a long, tender kiss. "Thank you for telling me that," she whispered.

Pulling back, Mike saw the hint of tears about to spill over. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; I didn't mean to make you cry..."

"No, no; don't worry. They're happy tears. You haven't shown me that you love me in a long time." She kissed him again, her hunger for him beginning to show. When she broke the kiss, she lay back on the bed. "Come, Mike, make love to me."

"Sara, I ..."

"We'll do what we can and worry about that when we get there. Come to me."

He lifted her into the center of the bed and lay down beside her, his left arm around her shoulder, holding and caressing her breast. As they kissed, his right hand began to explore her body as if it was totally new to him, running lightly over her skin, caressing her, petting her, preparing her.

Their communication was moans, groans and hums, letting each other know what was liked and appreciated. Soon his lips left hers, to continue his exploration of her body. He began with her jaw and moved to her ear, down her neck, out to her shoulder and back, along her collar bone, returning to her sternum; kissing, licking, and nibbling, all along the way.

His lips leapt up to her chin, eliciting a giggle which turned to a moan as he began to nibble at the soft flesh on the under side of her jaw and moved south, over her chest into her valley of Los Tetons.

He paused there, thoroughly exploring, with eye, hand and mouth, those delightful and delightfully sensitive small mounds, eliciting a symphony of appreciative moans. As his mouth closed over one of her nipples, he felt her hand wrap around his member. A part of his brain recognized that it was somewhat larger than usual, even if not yet hard.

After coaxing both nipples to jewel-like hardness, he resumed his journey southward on her body, meandering across her abdomen, searching out all her sensitive zones, eliciting giggles, moans, and twitches as he kissed, nibbled and tongued his way to her mons. He was aware of her hand moving on his cock, caressing it, trying to coax it to erection.

His fingers located her fleece and began to play in it, tugging at it, curling it, twisting it, all the time moving closer to her cleft of Venus. His lips traced the borders of her untrimmed pelt while his fingers began to, oh, so lightly, caress her labia, avoiding her crease, causing her to mewl and whine, expressing her frustration.

He turned so they were nearly in the 69 position. He placed his tongue flat on her labia and gently licked from the top to the bottom, and then drew his head back to his starting position, dragging his tongue. Twice more, once on each side, he repeated the caress as she arched up off the bed, like a bow.

Changing his tongue to a spear, he pushed it in between her labia, and traversed its length, moving in tiny curlicues so he covered all the surfaces between her outer lips. He discovered her entry and explored as much of the interior as his tongue could reach.

With a loud moan, Sara turned on her side and took Mike's first erection in six weeks into her mouth. He backed off slightly to engulf her clit and its staff with his mouth, and began to beat a tattoo on it with his tongue.

Sara's hips thrust toward him in an instinctual rhythm as she neared orgasm. He pulled out of her mouth and turned into the missionary position, both of them moaning as he entered her with a single slow stroke, setting off her climax, and triggering his first since impregnating his sister.

Even as he was ejaculating, Mike could not stop thrusting into Sara. In her post-orgasmic haze, she realized what was happening and broke into a huge grin. "Yes!" she shouted and wrapped her husband in her arms and legs, pulling him to and into her more tightly. Their mouths met; their tongues danced; their pubes drummed; their climaxes exploded in a combined roar and scream of delight. Their bodies collapsed, and slept.

Part CXXIV

In the morning, they were wakened by a knock at the bedroom door. Mike grumbled, "Come in!" and gently shook Sara to wake her.

Ellie stuck her head in the door. "Is it safe to enter? I came up last night, but from the sounds of things, I thought it best not to disturb you. I guess everything's working again, huh?"

Sara just grinned. Mike grumbled something sounding like yes, and asked, "What has you up so early this morning?"

"Mom sent us a telegram last night. Anna's had a stroke and isn't expected to live. She said not to try to get to the City and see her; there isn't time. Joe's already making arrangements to have her cremated. She wants her ashes spread in the woods up here, near the bareass pool.

"Does that means we have to have some sort of ceremony here?"

Sara sobbed softly as Mike pulled her close. He choked back a sob and swore, "Horseshit! That's...damn it all, Anna. Why..." He sobbed again and held Sara tighter as they both cried.

Ellie joined them on the bed, sympathetic tears running down her cheeks. "She was important to you guys, I guess," she said, embracing the couple. 'I didn't get to know her real well, but she seemed like a good person."

"When Evie died, taking care of Anna kept me and Mom focused on the need to get things done every day. She helped us get, and stay, organized; providing structure for her helped us structure our own lives, and pretty soon she just became a part of our family, like an aunt or cousin who came to visit and never left."

"A bawdy aunt or cousin," added Sara, with a tearful grin.

"Yeah, she was certainly that. I know I said I haven't missed her all that much while she's been gone, but knowing now I'll never see her again..."

"I know," Sara said. "Me, too."

Part CXXV

The small crowd of twenty to twenty-five people who had attended Anna's 'burial service' were milling about in the lobby area of the Inn's public diningroom. Mike was talking with Joe, her ex-husband. Maggie gave them a brief glance as she made her way to Sara.

"Sara," she asked when they were alone, "may I have tonight alone with Michael?" Maggie looked directly into the younger woman's eyes, revealing a trace of tears in her own.

"Of course, Maggie, anytime. You know that."

Maggie nodded. "Thank you. Have you two decided when and where you'll be taking your honeymoon?"

"We've arranged with Stevie for her to supervise the kitchen for us the last two weeks of August and the first week in September. We'll be driving up to Plattsburg and then South along the St Lawrence to Watertown, then following the lake to the Falls. We figure we can do that in three or four days. After a day or two in the Falls, we'll hit the wine country and meander back, visiting as many wineries and breweries as we safely can.

"If there's any time left of the three weeks, we're going to go back to Sou'ven and see some friends. We don't really have any stops programmed in yet. We'll just chance it as far as motels go. It's the end of the season, so we don't expect any problems."

"Sounds like a fun trip, and it'll be a pretty time of year.

"Thank you for tonight." She looked around the room. "Anna would have appreciated this, and laughed her ass off over it. We were together most of the day for the past year, and I don't recognize half of these people. Where were they when she was alive?"

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Mike watched in surprise as Sara pulled on a nightgown. "What's up?"

"And Who's on first," she answered with a smile. "Maggie wanted you to herself tonight. I'm going to go keep your sister company. She seemed a little lost today."

"Oh; okay. Did Mom say why?"

"Nope, just asked if she could have tonight alone with you. She was kind of teary when she asked. Maybe she's really feeling Anna's loss; they got to be pretty close friends." She bent over to kiss him good night. "Have a good time, and don't wear her out."

Mike laughed. "As if I could. If anybody gets worn out, it'll be me."

Sara smiled, then her eyes got serious. "If she's missing Anna, she needs to be loved, Sweetie, not fucked. Make love to her like you did me the other night. That's what she needs."

He looked at her, eyes full of love, and nodded. "You're something else. Do you know that? What other woman would instruct their husband to make love to another woman?"

"One who really loved them both." They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come on in, Maggie," she called. She bent down and kissed Mike again. "Be good; treat her well, and have fun," she said with a smile.

Maggie came in in time to hear Sara's instructions to Mike. "Sounds like a plan to me. Thank you, Sara. This means a lot to me. Before you go, there's something you should hear. Please, sit down." The two women took seats on the side of the bed, facing each other, next to Mike.

"Anna knew she didn't have much, if any, time left after her stroke. She had me call her lawyer in New Haven and have him come to the City. He arrived a couple of hours before she passed away. She was slipping in and out of consciousness, but was able to tell him to tell me about her will.

"She owned the apartment building where she and Evie lived, as well as two more like it in better neighborhoods. She also owned Waverley's outright, so when she sold it, she realized the entire sale as profit. And, of course, her share of the Inn.

"Not counting the money she had in her checking account, which was slightly over $100K, her estate is slightly over three million dollars, after taxes. With the exception of the cash, which she left to Joe, she left her entire estate to you, Mike. She didn't have any other family she wanted to remember in her will."

Mike's jaw dropped; Sara's shoulders slumped and shook as she silently sobbed. "Wha... why?"

"The lawyer has a letter from Anna for you. He said the gist of it is that, between your engagement to Evie, and your support since her death, you have made her happier, and been more like a son than she had a right to hope for. She loved you, Mike, just like I do, and, I think, almost as much. During one of her lucid times towards the end, when we were alone, she asked me to get a night alone with you, and make love with you, one last time for her."

Maggie looked at Sara, a twinkle in her eye. "She also tried to say something about you and feathers, but kept breaking into what sounded like giggles and couldn't get it out. Probably just as well, I think."

Sara managed a smile and nodded. "Is there anything else, Maggie?"

"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow. Thank you for tonight, from me and from Anna."

"You're welcome, but they're totally unnecessary. I'm going to go join Ellie now and have a good cry, I think. Mike remember what I said. Good night, Maggie."

As Sara left the room, Maggie shrugged the robe she was wearing from her shoulders, stirring the usual response in Mike whenever he saw his mother naked. She saw the activity under the sheet and smiled.

"I was glad to hear from Ellie that things were returning to normal. I'm happy to see she was right." Lifting the cover, she slid her nude body into the bed and up against the similarly nude body of her son.

Mike turned toward her, so they lay facing each other, lying on their sides. He reached down and pulled her leg over his hip and slid his hand down over her ass into her very wet pussy. With a smile, he pushed Maggie over, onto her back, and moved into position over her. Bending down to kiss her, he slid his cock into her welcoming sheath.

Stifling her moan with a kiss, Maggie wrapped her arms and legs around her son, who worked his arms under her back then sat back onto his crossed legs. He pulled Maggie into the nest his legs formed so they were sitting pube to pube. "Mmm, this is nice," she purred.

"Mmhmm," Mike agreed; "it was one of Anna's favorite positions, but she liked this one more," he went on, lifting his mother's legs so the backs were against his chest, bending Maggie in two, impaled on his cock, creating his version of the Tantric Lotus position.

"Unnnghh," she grunted. "Damn, I think you just went in another two or three inches. I remember this position. We used it a lot at the cabin last year. Can you still raise and lower me like you did?"

"You mean like this?" he asked, as he moved his knees up and down.

Maggie moaned as she pushed her face between her legs to kiss him. "Yessss. Fuck! This feels good. I feel absolutely stuffed. She told me you'd had her ass. Did you ever try it like this?"

Mike thought a minute and shook his head. "Don't think I've done anyone like that. Be interesting to try, though. Maybe next time we're together..."

"That's something else we have to talk about. I was going to wait until morning, but this is as good a time as any. I want a sort of a divorce. I need to change my status in our poly group to visiting associate, or whatever the hell it is, like Belle, Sally and Mom.

"I'm moving to the City, to take over a theatrical production company. Irene is going to work with me to set up touring repertory groups similar to the one we have here. We will book them into a theatre for a month at a time. The companies will perform a series of plays, utilizing minimal scenery and stage furniture. If the local management thinks it will fly, we will perform each play in the nude one time."




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"You can't do that and remain a member of the group?"

"No, sweetheart, I can't. I've already violated one of the basic rules. I've had sex with Irene a few times. Before you ask, I explained about the group to her and she isn't interested. She says she doesn't want to be tied down, not even that loosely.

"Being so far away, I wouldn't be able to remain faithful to the group. This past year has shown me I need, not sex itself, but the physical and emotional contact it provides."

Mike nodded."I understand. Is she a strict lesbian?"

Maggie laughed. "No, dear, she says she's mostly lesbian, but still needs to feel the occasional live cock in her. As do I, which is why I want to be able to return now and then for this," she said, squeezing her Kegel muscles. "It will still be the only live one I allow in there, so you don't have to worry about that."

Mike grinned as he leaned in to kiss his mother. "Appreciate that. Don't know how women handle this with other women, but they can insist men wear a rubber. The transfer of bodily fluids, whether mouth to mouth, pussy to mouth, or pussy to pussy, is just as dangerous as physical contact if there are STDs present. Promise you'll be careful."

Maggie's eyes widened a little with shock as she realized Mike was right. "I will be, sweetheart. Next time I come to visit, I'll bring Irene. Maybe you could 'entertain' her if Sara and Ellie agree, and convince her to be more monogamous." She leaned in and rested her head on Mike's shoulder.

"I hope Anna is appreciating this. I certainly am. If I never experience sex with a man again, the memory of this will erase any regrets. From now on, my lovely son, let this be the way we finish our times together."

She rested against him for several minutes as he moved her on his staff. "Mmm; I'm beginning to feel a climax beginning. Can you keep this up?"

"Mmhmm; just let me get my hands under your butt so I can use them to help lift you." She rocked her hips side to side as he slipped his hands under her ass. He began to lift her slightly faster, and higher, resulting in a longer, faster and harder drop, precipitating Maggie's climax.

Normally, Maggie's orgasm was like a tsunami, originating at her clitoris and rolling over her in a series of decreasing intensities. This climax also originated in her vagina, but the pleasure was more akin to walking into a warm house on a chilly day, and feeling oneself surrounded by feelings of bonhomie. As the good feelings swelled within her, she felt her son's blast of manseed against her vaginal wall.

When the climax had abated, she turned to Mike and kissed him, inviting his tongue out to play. "Thank you, sweetheart. I think this was our beat time, ever; even better than the first time at the cabin which I've always used as my standard for greatness." She moved her legs outward, and down, around his hips. "Time for sleep?"

"Unless you want to go to the hot tub to relax your muscles a bit."

"No. I may regret it in the morning, but I want to hang on to all the feelings of this 'last time for Anna'."

"Okay," Mike said, kissing her and lowering her to the bed. He relaxed his arms, so she felt his entire weight pressing her into the bed. "Love you, Mom. And I always will. About your so-called divorce, no. You are always welcome here, and always will be."

After he rolled off Maggie, the mother-son duo arranged themselves in bed so Mike was spooning his mother. They fell asleep that way. Maggie's dreams were of the love and joy she had known with Anna. Mike's dream was of Evie.

"Hi, Michael, my love. I came to help my mother cross over and thought I'd say hello. Enjoy her gifts to you and Sara. She really did love you, probably as much as I did. This past year you have given her more joy than any other man she has known, and not just physical joy.

"About Ellie's pregnancy; I told you there would be changes. Even for us, the future, beyond the next hour or so, is fuzzy. Man has free will, and decisions from years ago often have a bearing far greater than their significance at the time would suggest.

"Twenty-five years ago, a young man decided to cross a street in the middle of the block, causing an accident which tied up traffic, delaying a young girl on her way home from stool. Because she was late, her dog didn't get let out and made a mess on the kitchen floor. As she was cleaning it up, she saw it was full of little flat worms. The dog's death from those worms a few months later sparked a life long interest in parasites. That girl is Sue, Ellie's OB/GYN doctor. When I saw you earlier, she hadn't yet decided to move up here from the city. She's a good doctor; if anyone can get Ellie through her pregnancy, Sue can.

"I have to go now; mom says hi and sends her love. Take comfort in knowing Ellie and her baby are in good hands, but you won't remember this visit, sweetheart. I love you."

Part CXXVI

Friday; mid-August, dinnertime. Mike and Ellie had the bareass pool to themselves. Stevie had the kitchen covered and Sara had gone to Glens Falls to get her hair done before their honeymoon trip, scheduled to begin Sunday.

Mike looked at his sister, lying on her back on an air mattress, her three month baby bump barely visible. "Seems like Evie's ghost was wrong, and we're going to be parents, huh?"

"Looks like," she replied in a neutral tone, not looking at him, or otherwise moving.

"You okay with that?"

"You still angry at me about how it happened?"

"I was never angry at you, Ellie; and it wasn't about how it happened. Danni helped me see it was all about not feeling in control of my life anymore. It wasn't just the sex, but all of a sudden, I felt like I no longer had the right to say no to anyone, about anything.

"That morning, in what was supposed to be a lovely, loving moment, I felt everything slipping away, and I took the only route which seemed open. Once I realized I could say no and the world wouldn't end for me or the ones I loved, everything was fine."

Ellie turned to face him, propping her head up on one arm, revealing her body to him. She smiled as she saw him scan her body, and let her smile morph into a grin as she saw his reaction.

"Y'know," he said, "there's a lovers' bower just a few yards up the path."

"Do you really care if we're caught screwing?"

His grin got bigger. "Not a whole lot."

"Then get your fucking ass over here. We haven't had a decent fuck since you got me preggers, and I've missed it. It's been like ...I don't know, like one of us has been haunted by a bad memory."

Mike scrabbled across the grassy creek side to his sister. Lying down beside her, he pulled her into a kiss, their tongues colliding In their mouths. When he tried to push her over onto her back, she broke the kiss to shake her head. "I know I said I wanted to have a decent fuck, but if we try to do that, there's a good chance it would result in a miscarriage. Just slip your cock all the way into me and don't move."

Ellie put her leg over his hip, opening herself to him. When he was fully imbedded in her, she wrapped both arms around his chest and pulled him against her using both arms and her leg. "Now, just relax and let me do this," she said, beginning to squeeze and release her Kegel muscles, resulting in a cock massage.

Mike grinned and kissed his sister as she caressed his staff with her vaginal walls. It took several minutes, but soon it was all Mike could do to lay still. Ellie felt his tension increasing and recognized his impending climax. "My pussy or my mouth, dear brother?" she asked him.

"Uuunnnggghhhh," he groaned, close to losing control. "Your mouth. Otherwise, I'm afraid ..."

"I know; I understand. Sixth-nine and hurry; I'm close, too!"

In a heartbeat, Mike pulled out and turned around, attacking Ellie's cunt with his tongue as she swallowed his cock. It seemed almost instantly they were both roaring their joint passion to the clouds. As their heat cooled, Mike gently lapped at Ellie's quim, gentling her, while she sucked the remaining traces of his cum from his softening tool.

When it became obvious they were done, he turned to lie beside her on the grass. "Thank you, Ellie; that was amazing."

"Thank you. I've missed you, and sex with you. By the time you get back, it'll be off the table until the little bugger is born." She hesitated a few seconds. "Sue says I should have a hysterectomy; that the chances for placenta abrupta increase from something like one in a thousand to one in ten if there's a previous history.

"She contacted Mom's old OB and got her records. When she saw what the parasite was, she wanted to put me on bed rest for the entire pregnancy. As it is, if I'm not in bed, she wants me in a wheelchair, so my lap is helping support the baby and taking any strain off the placental connection."

"Do as you're told, okay? Let's get the little bugger, as you call him, or her, born with as little difficulty as possible. We've lost too many people this year. And let's wait and see about the hysterectomy. Somehow, I think your doctor is better than she gives herself credit for. Just take care of yourself, ok?"

"I will, Mike; I promise."

Part CXXVII

Mike closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold and blowing snow, and stomped his feet to rid them of the clinging slush. The three day snow storm had pretty much shut down the Inn for paying guests until the roads were opened. They had reservations for about half of the rooms, the usual condition according to Stevie, who was in Florida with Ron. Joe and Bella were now living together in Glens Falls, his wife gone off to live with another woman in Arizona. Maggie was still busy in the City, keeping track of her acting troupes.

After shedding his coat and boots, he picked up the mail and walked into the family room, to confront a scene of domestic bliss. Sitting on each side of a blazing fireplace were his wife and sister, both obviously in the late stages of pregnancy, each nursing her 15- and 18-month old baby, respectively. Sara was cooing over their son, Donald Oren, after Sara's father, while Ellie saw to her daughter, Margaret Anna, called MegAnn.

After pouring himself a drink, he took the mail to a desk in the corner and opened the mail to sort it. Besides the usual seasonal crop of catalogs, ads, and magazines, there were personal bills, business bills, Christmas cards, requests for information, and a large manilla envelope. As he began to open it, Sara spoke.

"Maggie called this afternoon; she's coming north for the holidays. She should be here Friday afternoon, and would like Geordie to pick her up at the airport in Glens Falls."

"That shouldn't be a problem, if the snow lets up. Have you told Geordie?"

"Not yet. We got off the phone just a few minutes before you came stomping in."

"Sorry," he said in a distracted voice. "What the... Here's a copy of New England Byways, with a photo of the Inn on the cover. And a short article about it in a column titled Weekend Destinations."

"The Wee Inn in the Woods. Something nude has been added to the summer stock playhouse at the Wee Inn in the Woods, just north of Saratoga Springs.

"I know, places and events in New York are not usually discussed here, but a co-worker at my other job mentioned this to me, and for some silly reason or another, I had to go see for myself. So, on a recent weekend, my SO and I went to see their production of the musical, "Company."

"I am sure you have all seen the bare productions of plays in the round, where there is no scenery, and little in the way of furniture or props. That is what the Wee Inn is offering, plus no costumes. Not just no elaborate, well designed and matched sets of clothing, but NO clothing.

"The actors wear only what nature has provided them, unless there is need for some mechanical prop, such as a dagger or sword in the Shakespeare plays. I am told, in the production of Romeo and Juliet, the warring families are distinguished by cross body sashes which also serve as a belt for their weapons, or other accouterments designating their profession or station in life.

"At any rate, when the script calls for it, costumes are discussed as if they were, indeed, being worn, but it is up to the audience to imagine and visualize them in place.

"SO and I arrived Thursday evening and were shown to our rooms at the Inn. Granted, the room was not luxurious, but then neither was the price we paid for it. It was a comfortable size, a trifle larger than average, as was the en suite. More than comfortable for a single night, I think I would have been comfortable there for a week long stay.

"Following a delectable dinner, prepared by Chef Mike Nelson, famous for his game hen cacciatore, which he debuted at Waverley's in Sou'ven nearly three years ago, now, I had a chance to sit down and chat with Sara Nelson, Mike's wife and the manager of the Wee Inn.

"Subsequent to an amicable divorce, and the tragic death of Mike's father, Mike's mother, Maggie, and some friends pooled their resources and bought the Inn, which had been on the market for over a year. The next several months were spent refurbishing the property and advertising its availability. For newlyweds and the like, they feature ten 'honeymoon' cabins, all but isolated and offering all the privacy you could ask for.

"After reaching out to some of her contacts from her modeling days, Maggie was put in contact with Irene Adler, a well known Broadway producer, who had been looking for a venue in which to test the concept of nude theater.

"From various drama schools in the area, drawing from faculty and students, sixteen actors and actresses were chosen, along with an excellent backstage crew, forming a repertory company to stage the unique productions at the Wee Inn. To combat nervousness and the inappropriate priapic salute, all the rehearsals, from the initial script read-through to the final 'un-dress' rehearsal, are carried out in the nude.

"The theater season runs from late mid-April until mid-October, with two repertory changes, including a change of company. Each repertory company will perform a drama, a comedy, a musical and a Shakespearean play, presenting each for two weeks, except for the Shakespearean plays, which play one week only. Plays are presented evenings, Wednesday thru Saturday, with matinees on Sat and Sunday, for a total of six performances each week.

"For dinner patrons who don't mind carrying their food to the rehearsal hall, seats at the un-dress rehearsals are available for a small admission fee. For those plucky souls who like to feel they are a part of the action, every other weekend through the summer is considered clothing optional. Bring your own towel.

"As for the audience experience, clothed. The presentation we saw was excellent. The actors were obviously all professionals, and delivered noteworthy performances, clothed or not. The nudity, apart from the initial titillation, proved to be a non-issue after a few minutes into the play.

"It would be a crime to neglect to mention the dining room fare. With his cacciatore, Mike Nelson seemed to set himself an impossible task of maintaining and repeating the quality of his dishes. I am happy to report he has not only achieved that goal, but surpassed it. On this trip, and several subsequent ones, my companions and I have never been disappointed by the food at the Wee Inn, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner.

"The Wee Inn in the Woods. Rooms from $95; Dinners from $12.95; Theater, with dinners only, $35."

"There's a note, from Gramma Carol—Mike, don't know if you receive this magazine or not, so am sending this one to you and Ellie, and one to your mother . Not sure exactly when 'Nita got up to see you the first time, but she tells me she hasn't missed a play since she saw the first one. Looks like you and Maggie have found something good.

"This actually got out to readers in August, so not sure how much of an effect it had. Send me your schedule as soon as you have it finalized for next year and I'll see it gets published here.

"Love to you, Sara and Ellie. Kiss the babies for me. Happy Holidays. Gram."

"Are we going to go see her this year?" Sara asked. "I really enjoyed meeting her when little Don was born."

Ellie put MegAnn in her playpen and wheeled herself to Mike's desk."I'd like that, too. And it's been ages since I've seen Uncle Jim's kids. Maybe we should invite them all here sometime. Do you think there'd be time for Christmas? I could call them all. Since Mom's gonna be here anyway."

"Sure. Why not. We could put them in the lodge. Not like we don't have the room. Have them come for Christmas and stay 'til New Year's Day?"

"Okay," Sara agreed. "I'll call my Mom. Maybe she could hitch a ride with your Uncle Jim."

"She'd have better luck with Gramma Carol. Both Jim and Sally drive small cars, while Gram has a Jeep 4x4."

Part CXVIII

The next day dawned bright and clear. Skiers and ski lodge owners were ecstatic with the added 15 inches of snow. Sara and Ellie made their calls and, like true concierges, arranged for the parties to cooperate and car pool. The guests from Rhode Island were due to arrive in the early afternoon, two days before Christmas.

Mike's more immediate problem was due to arrive tomorrow. Maggie had called again, requesting Geordie meet her with one of their fifteen passenger vans at the FedEx airport depot. When he had asked if another hand was needed, Maggie had told him no, it was all suitcases or duffels; nothing one person couldn't handle, just a lot of them. She'd explain when she saw him. He had noticed the fatigue and depression in her voice.

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In traveling for her modeling assignments, and to check on her acting troupes the past two years, Maggie had more than a little experience with lost luggage. Relying on her daughter and step daughter to have extra clothes she might borrow, if necessary, she had packed her carry-on bag with enough for two days, and sent everything else by Fed Ex, to be held at the airport office in Glens Falls. It took her and Geordie less than fifteen minutes to load it into the lodge minibus. By two o'clock, they were turning onto the State right of way, leading to the Inn.

Even though she had done her share to load the van, Geordie couldn't help notice how tired Maggie looked. As they pulled away from FedEx, in a conversational tone, he asked, "B'en a hard week, Miz Maggie?"

With a small laugh, she replied, "Does it show? Yes, Geordie, it has. Thank you for asking. Most of it was that damn plane ride. I had to go to Boston and Portland before flying to Albany, and then I had to change to that ten passenger Cessna. It was only a half hour, but... if you don't mind, I'm going to try to get some sleep. I have a feeling it's going to be a long day."

"Yes'm; y'u goes right a head. I'll wakes y'u when we gets there."

Maggie was still asleep when the minibus pulled up in front of the house. Mike, Sara and Ellie were all waiting on the front porch and saw her sleeping and how tired she looked. When Geordie moved to wake her, Mike waved him off and carefully opened the passenger door to get her out. While Geordie started to unpack the van, Mike carried her to his bedroom and gently placed her on the bed, still asleep.

The aroma of frying pork chops woke Maggie. She was momentarily disoriented by her surroundings, but quickly recognized them. She used the en suite to refresh herself and brush out the tangles in her hair. Feeling a trifle ashamed at sleeping so long in the middle of the day, she made her way to the kitchen where she found her children and grandchildren watching her daughter make a salad.




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 02 Ch. 10



"Isn't that your job, my son?" she asked their backs, announcing her presence.

"Actually, Mom, it was yours, but you decided to sleep on the job, so..." he said, turning around and grabbing her. "God, I'm glad you're here. Feeling better?"

"Me, too, and yes. As you might imagine, it took me a while to pack and get my shit together for FedEx. Hi, Sweetheart," she greeted Ellie. "Looks like you and Sara are racing each other to the maternity ward. Which of you is due first?"

The two brunettes looked at each other and Mike and giggled. "We're both due on the third of January," Ellie confessed.

"No! Don't tell me you..." she started, a smile creasing her face.

Both girls shook their head as Mike spoke. "No, Mom. We haven't had a threesome since you left. Close as we can figure, they must have ovulated the same week, which makes sense. Ellie's periods haven't changed much, a day of flooding, followed by a real light day and she's done. Then, about three days later, Sara would start. And it's been like that since Donnie was born."

"And I suppose you kept up with your usual schedule, alternating partners as long as possible."

"As long as possible, yes, but that wasn't what you think. Sue cut Ellie off this time as soon as we knew she was pregnant. Then Sara started spotting kind of heavily at the beginning of the fifth month, so she cut her off, too. There's been nothing but oral since then."

"Hah! That's why you're so glad to see me," Maggie said, laughing.

"Well, it's not the only reason," he replied, sharing her laughter. "It's been a long time since we've seen you. Not since before my birthday, nearly six months. Is Irene going to come up for Christmas? Gram, Uncle Jim, Sally and their kids, and Sara's mom are all coming..." He stopped when he saw Maggie's expression.

"No, Irene won't be coming. At least, not by me. She moved to California. Over Halloween weekend, at a party she went to, alone, she met some movie studio bigwig who offered her a chance to work on a movie. We've been together for two years and she never mentioned wanting to do that." Maggie looked around for a chair and sat down.

"She used to make fun of movie producers using cum soaked couches and how quickly an actress slid off them to decide if they would hire them. This past few weeks, I found out she was doing the same thing, even with the stage crews. Right now, I have five troupes, averaging twenty-five cast and crew combined. I think she fucked all of them, and she has been, all along." Her voice began to break as she talked.

"When I got back from that last trip, I felt so dirty...I had myself checked for STDs and AIDS. I waited to call you until I knew. I'm clean, thank God. I don't know what I would have done if..." Her shoulders slumped and began to shake as the sobs started. She looked at her children. "That bitch! How could she..." she sobbed.

Mike knelt down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Shhh. Not to worry about her. She's gone now, and best forgotten. You're home, Mom, with family, safe." He pulled her face into his shoulder and held her.

As Maggie softly cried on Mike's shoulder, she felt Sara's and Ellie's arms go around the two of them. She worked her arms free and wrapped them around her daughters' swollen bellies, eliciting a laugh from her. With her face buried in Mike's chest, she didn't see the exchange of glances between her son and his wife.

Maggie patted Mike's pockets until she located what she was searching for. She pulled out his handkerchief and blew her nose. "Enough of that. You said the family is coming for Christmas?"

Part CXXIX

"Her trust has been violated, Michael. She needs love much more than she needs sex. You'll have to put your needs away for awhile. Satisfy her needs first and you'll take care of your own in the process. Can you do that?"

"Of course," he replied, with an amused snort. "There's only one woman on Earth who means more to me than she does, and that's you. Other than give you up, I'll do whatever is needed to make her happy again."

"That's what I like to hear," Ellie said, wheeling into the room. "Even if it does make me number three. I'd rather be your number three, dear brother, than anybody else's number one; at least anybody else I know now," she said with a grin. "And with two kids, I'm not likely to meet someone who'd make me his numero uno, so I guess you're stuck with me"

"I can think of worse fates," he returned, with a pause, "for me; I don't know about you," he finished with a grin. "So, you two shacking up while I sleep with Mom? Is it gonna be this way for a while?"

"Just until we get smaller and the family, bigger. Until then, Maggie is your bedmate as long as she's here."

"With Irene out of the picture, she may decide to stay."

Sara grinned. "Personally, I hope so. With four kids to look after and the inn to oversee, we could use the help. Now, off with you."

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Maggie shut the shower off and reached for her towel, feeling a little dejected. No one had said anything about joining her tonight, and after her display in the kitchen, she felt too embarrassed to ask. "Oh, well," she thought, "it's no worse than being alone in the city, and certainly better than being with that cheating bitch."

She put on the flannel nightgown Ellie had loaned her and ran a brush through her hair. She turned out the light and stepped into the moonlit hallway and turned to her room. She was surprised not to see the light from her room under the doorway, barely visible in the dim light. She was sure she had left her light on.

She smelled him a heartbeat before she felt his arms circle her, making her open and moisten. She turned in his arms before they closed and pulled him to her. "I was afraid..." she started to say.

"Did you think we'd leave you alone on your first night back?" he asked. "How did you know it was me. It could have been Geordie or one of the stage hands."

"How could I not know? I know your feel, your touch, your smell, taste, your you-ness," she answered, the grin in her voice clearly audible. "How long are you staying?"

"Sara said I'm to sleep with you until you leave or the babies come."

He picked her up, cradled in his arms and placed her in the middle of the bed. Through the flannel, his lips searched for and found her prominent nipple. Gently, he let his breath out, creating a warmth which engulfed her breast, eliciting a moan. "How long are you staying?" he asked.

"How long can I stay? After Irene, I'm not..."

"Screw Irene; she's over and done. Sara and Ellie both say with the four kids and the Inn to oversee, we need all the help we can get."

Maggie grinned. "Convince me to stay, motherlover," she whispered, biting his earlobe.

"You asked for it," he said, pulling her knees up and over his shoulder, then slowly plunging his manhood into her.

Maggie felt an ecstasy she hadn't felt since their first mating at the cabin. The sensation of her son filling the tunnel through which he had entered the world was enough to bring her to the verge of orgasm, eliciting a moan which sounded like it came from the depths of her soul.

When Mike felt their pubes mesh, he crossed his feet behind him and wrapped Maggie in his arms, then sat back, pulling her up, and totally impaling her on his staff. It was sufficient to push her over the edge into a state of total orgasmic bliss.

Minutes later, as she became aware of herself and her position, Michael leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. "Welcome home, Mom."

Finis



Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 01 Ch. 01



"Oh. Well, when did you get home, and how come you're here now? Don't you have some big year end to do?"

"Yep, and you are looking at the winning crew leader. Pete Stiles, you met him, remember, was supposed to lead our crew, but got sick and had to withdraw. On our crew, I was next in line. I didn't like what he had planned, but we had already purchased the fixings, so I changed some things. We were number one in all the judging categories, which got us excused from clean up next week. I'm all done until October first, when I go to work for Someplace Else, right here in town."

"Oh, Mike, that's wonderful. Will you be staying here, with me, us?"

"I guess. At least, until I get a better offer," he said, with a smile.

Maggie's smile vanished. "The way things are, that wouldn't be very hard. I don't know what your father has said, if anything, but, as I'm sure you'll see tonight, it has been a little tense around here lately."

"Mmhmm. I sort of got that impression."

"Why? What did he say?"

"We'll talk about it later. Tell me what you've been up to. Have you met any interesting girls to introduce me to?"

Maggie laughed. It had been a running joke between them for the past few years that one of her jobs was to find him a suitable wife. He had claimed he was too busy studying to do any dating. "No, I'm afraid all the women I've met lately are all my age or older; too old for your taste, I'm sure."

"Not necessarily. I could go for someone like you. You're not that old, and, god knows, you're pretty enough to...well, you are a really pretty woman, Mom. If you were single, I'd certainly..."

"Mike! You shouldn't talk that way about me. I'm your mother."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're the prettiest woman in town. Or the sexiest."

Maggie was shocked by Mike's observation. She was realistic about her appearance, and, with no ego involved, knew she was very attractive, but sexy? That she found hard to believe. Her husband hadn't approached her for sex in over two years. If it weren't for her own fingers and her loyal silver bullet, she'd be in bad shape.

"Well, I'm glad you think so, but you shouldn't."

"You mean I should lie to myself, deny the truth of what I see? You taught us better than that, Mom. Oops, damn!" he swore as the rice began to boil over. "See, even the rice objects to that." he said, laughing. Maggie's embarrassed laugh joined his.

Part V

To Maggie's relief, the talk veered to the meal preparation as Mike described what was for dinner that evening. It seemed it was only a few minutes and he was announcing it was ready to take to the table. She excused herself to go to the washroom as Mike went to call his father.

In spite of the underlying tension between the couple, conversation over dinner was civil, focusing mostly on Mike, and what he had been doing--in school, socially, and his career plans. It wasn't until Mike served them all an after dinner cocktail and dessert that Harry mentioned the annual trip to their cabin.

"I'm not sure what to do about going up to the cabin this year. There's a convention out in Vegas I should attend, and several large customers on the West Coast I haven't called on in over a year that I should stop and see while I'm out there."

Mike saw his mother tense up. Before she could say anything, he replied, "How long will you have to be gone?" Maggie looked at her son, her face grim.

Harry glanced at his wife, seeing her anger. "I'm not sure. Two, three weeks."

"All the time we set aside for ourselves at the cabin. It's committed for the rest of the season," Maggie said bitterly. "Even if you don't want to be around me, I should think you'd want to spend some time with your children. But no, you always do this, always have done it. Whenever there is a family thing, you always find some excuse to get out of it." 

While Maggie's statement was not literally true, both the men recognized the elemental truth behind the statement. Harry had assiduously avoided family functions, be it school events, nieces' and nephews' baptisms, christenings, graduations or weddings. His own children's graduations had been attended only under threat of imminent bodily harm if he did not accompany Maggie.

"Very well, go to your precious convention, and I suppose you'll be taking that new red-headed sales associate you hired. Mike," she asked, turning to face him, ignoring her husband, "will you go up to the cabin with me, to spend some time alone with your mother, since Ellie won't be able to join us, either."

"Uh, yeah, Mom, no problem." Inside, his heart was racing. Things were working out as he had hoped. He was going to have three weeks at the cabin, alone, with his mother. Three weeks to seduce her.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had expected much more in the way of vituperation from his wife. "Yeah," he said. "I was just going to suggest that. Give you two some time together before Mike has to start working for a living. 

"Oh, by the way, son, can you give me a lift to the garage in the morning, so I can pick up my car." Mike nodded, his mouth full of dessert. " Thanks. Well, I'm going to go to watch TV for a bit before I turn in. I'll see you in the morning. About eight, Mike. Is that okay?"

"That's fine, Dad."

As Harry started to walk way, Maggie spoke. "Thank you, Mike, for making dinner. It was absolutely delicious. You deserved to win first place." As she spoke, she was glaring at Harry's back.

He stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. "Yes it was, son. Congratulations." Without another word to his wife, he left the room.

"Ooohh, that man! I swear, he has all the social grace of a...a...a rhinoceros. If I hadn't said something, he would never have acknowledged that you cooked tonight. Sometimes, I think I could put dog food on his plate and he wouldn't know it. Or care if I did." She stood up and began to gather the dirty dishes.

"Leave them, mom. I'll take care of it. Why don't you go get into something comfortable, and we can watch some TV, or a movie."

She flashed him a loving smile. "You shouldn't have to cook and clean up..."

"Why not. You did for a long time. I don't remember us kids helping you out a lot after dinner. Go on, now. Go get comfortable." Maggie put down the plates she was holding and walked around the table to her son, smiling, with tears making her eyes glisten.

"Thank you; for dinner, for cleaning up, and for coming to the cabin with me. I'm looking forward to that." She stretched up and lightly kissed him on the lips. Before he could react, she had stepped away and was on her way out of the room.

Part VI

It was nearly forty-five minutes before Maggie was back downstairs. Her hair was still damp and she was wearing a soft yellow, light cotton lisle night gown which just covered her knees. Mike had finished in the kitchen and was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV, which was playing whatever music talent show was on that night.

Maggie had to pass between him and the TV to sit beside him. "Do you want to go put on something more comfortable, sweetie?"

"Unh, no, I'm fine, Mom. I'll probably go to bed soon anyway. No sense making the trip twice in such a short time."

"Tired from the trip? That is a long drive for one person."

"Mmhmm. And it's been a long stressful day. Dad said he's asked you for a divorce." He felt Maggie tense up and back away from him slightly.

"Oh. What did he say?"

"That since Ellie and I have gone, you two don't do anything together, or go any where..."

"Yeah, you saw that tonight; whenever we have plans, he always finds someplace else to go with his newest sales associate. If he hadn't had a vasectomy, I'm sure you'd have a village full of siblings."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, he's always seemed to have an eye out for the pretty girl. Has he always been such a horn dog?"

Maggie's face softened a bit. "No. That all started a little after Ellie was born. When we learned I was pregnant, he took it on himself to get cut. And then the delivery was hard and complicated; it was over a year before we could make love again, and I couldn't get pregnant anymore. I think he resented that, and blamed me for the fact he could no longer be a father. I mean have children; he'll always..."

"I knew what you meant, Mom. What about now? How long has it been since you two...?"

"My, aren't you the nosey one?" she laughed. She looked away from him, ostensibly watching the TV. "Too long. Before Ellie left, maybe before you..."

"You're kidding? Three or four years since... no friggin' wonder you two aren't getting along."

Maggie looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "Mike, sweetie, you've got it ass backwards. It's not because we're not having sex that we're not getting along; it's because we're not getting along that we're not having sex. At some point your father decided he'd rather fuck some young chippie than me. Then he'd come home with the smell of her perfume and sex all over him and want to sleep in our bed next to me. 

"Some times, he wasn't satisfied and wanted me to take care of him. One night he'd been with someone, and came home drunk to the gills. He tried to force himself into my mouth. That was the last time he asked me."

"You bit him?" Mike asked, his stomach feeling queasy and his sac shrinking up to protect his jewels in reaction to her words.

Maggie smiled. "No, I didn't bite; I just didn't open my teeth when I pulled away." She laughed when Mike pulled himself up into the fetal position. "Oh, don't be so... it wasn't that bad. He was able to walk away. I'm the one who got hurt. I had a bruise on my cheek for a week where he hit me. That was the night he moved into the guest room."

"Your idea, or his?"

"Mine. Why all these questions about your parents' sex life?"

"I... I guess I'm trying to get some sense of how bad the situation is, to see if the marriage can be resurrected."

"I can put your mind to rest on that. Not in my lifetime."

"But he says you won't even discuss a divorce."

"No, not on his terms. And he won't even listen when I try to present mine."

"Which are?" Mike watched as his mother briefly closed her eyes, reviewing the settlement she had presented to Harry the first time he brought up the topic. She opened her eyes and looked at her son.

"What I thought was fair. I get the house and my car; he gets the apartment downtown, and his car. Since neither of us had anything when we got married, we split the bank account and stock, except for my share of the company. He buys that at the highest bid price for a similar company on the day of the divorce judgement, or some arbitrary date set by the judge. And we sell the cabin and split the proceeds."

"And his?"

"Well, the last time, he agreed about the house and the apartment, said I could have the cabin. He also agreed we'd split the stock, except for my share of the company. He claims it's not really mine since he started the company, and my ownership was really just a paper transaction, a sham for business purposes. He wants to pay me what he was paid when the stock was transferred to me, a dollar a share." She thought for a moment. "And in both scenarios, he pays for Ellie to finish her bachelor's degree."

"So, the major bone of contention is the business stock. Anything else?"

Maggie turned her head to gaze at the TV screen, lost in thought for several seconds. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. Mike had to lean in to hear.

"Yes. He has to acknowledge his responsibility in getting us into this state. I know that there were probably things I could have done during that time after Ellie's birth. If I didn't know about them then, he could have shown me, or we could have learned together. 

"But for most of that time, he left me alone. I wasn't sick, but I also wasn't up to ...and I was alone with two kids under the age of three. My mother was ill, and my father was just like Harry. Mother Jacoby had her own problems to deal with. Harry's dad was showing the signs of early onset Alzheimer's, so she was in no position to help. 

"There wasn't anyone else. His sister was away at school, and Jimmy, my brother was in the service, overseas. But he wanted it all–a quiet house, dinner on the table, me dressed like June Cleaver, and ready to screw like Marilyn Chambers. When I couldn't, his answer, instead of pitching in, was to avoid the problem by looking elsewhere, just like he's always done. Not what can I do to fix this, but where can I find someone to replace the person I see as causing the problem, who, obviously, was never himself. 

She shook herself and straightened up. "So, when he can do that, I'll start to seriously discuss terms with him. Until then, I'm comfortable in my life, except for having him underfoot, but I can tolerate that, most days," she said with a sardonic tone to her voice.

Mike shook his head. "I had no idea things were so bad when I was growing up. I get the impression that you don't see any future other than this, uh, Mexican stand-off?"

"Oh, I suppose, some time in the not too distant future, I'll get tired of putting up with Harry's sniping and kvetching and just say to hell with it and let the lawyers come up with some kind of quote-unquote equitable settlement so I can walk away, but if you're asking about some sort of reconciliation, no, that's not in the cards."

"I...was about to say, I'm sorry, but that doesn't really seem appropriate." Mike stood up and stretched. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Fridays, I keep my calendar clear to make up missed appointments and so on. Tomorrow, I'm free all day. Did you have something in mind?"

"Ellie's due tomorrow night isn't she? D'you suppose we could impose on Dad to make it a family night and go out to dinner. Then you and I could be lazy and catch some rays and pool time."

"You ask him. If I do, he'll say no just on principle." She held out her hand for him to help her up. He pulled her to her feet and into a full-body hug.

"I really do feel bad that you have to live in such a hostile situation. Would you mind if I see if I can talk Dad into an agreement which seems fair to both of you?" 

Maggie pulled her head back to look at him. "If he'll listen to anyone in the family, it's you. Go ahead." She reached up to give him a peck on the lips, but before she could pull away, Mike tightened his hug and held her in place a trifle longer than she had intended. 

When he broke the kiss, Mike placed his cheek next to hers and softly said, "Love you, Mom. We'll get this sorted out."

Maggie relaxed in his arms, feeling more loved and secure than she had in years, she realized. "I love you, too, Mike. Thank you for helping." She felt tears starting to run down her cheeks and backed away. "Well, I'm off to bed. Don't be up too late. If you don't want to drive your father, he can call a cab..."

"No, that's fine. It's the perfect time to tell him about dinner. If I'm doing him a favor, then, as far as he's concerned, he owes me."

His mother looked at Mike, a rueful smile on her face. "Sometimes I wonder about you. There are times you are just like him..."

"Only when there's business involved, and never just to my advantage. As much as possible, everyone benefits, at least a little bit." He bent down and kissed her on the lips again. "Good night. You sleep well. Tomorrow night is going to be...interesting." Maggie laughed softly and nodded as she turned and walked away. "By the way, Mom, that's a pretty nightie."

Maggie stopped and turned to look at her son, who was grinning as he looked at her. She looked down at herself to see that the light from the TV had made her nightie almost transparent.

Although nothing on her front was visible, her body was clearly outlined, including the V where her thighs met. She blushed and turned away without saying anything, feeling a frisson of arousal as she walked away, knowing he was watching her. She succeeded, but just barely, in refraining from letting her hips sway more than usual.

"Behave yourself! He's your son!" she scolded herself. "Damn! The first attractive man to notice me in years, and it has to be my son." She laughed to herself. "Maybe that's a good thing. If he weren't, Harry would have grounds for divorce, not that I don't. God, I hope Mike can talk some sense into him. I'm tired of living like a nun." Before getting into bed, she opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out her favorite toy.

As she settled back into her pillows, she pulled her nightie up around her hips and pulled her knees up and apart, exposing her lady to her fingers. Before she could use her friend, she needed to start her juices. After licking her fingers, she let them dance over her slit, coaxing it open. As her hand did the finger fox trot between her thighs, her memories, stimulated by thoughts of her son and how it felt to be held by him, returned her to a dance lesson twenty-four years ago.

She was fifteen, a sophomore, and had been invited to the first big dance of the school year by a member of the junior class. Excited, she had told her mother all about it. Sensible mom had pointed out that since the dance was formal, at least some of the dances would most likely be what the teenagers referred to as 'old time' dances–waltzes, fox trots, two steps, maybe even, gasp, rhumbas, and sambas, and the cha cha.

Her heart sank. Like many of her classmates, she had no trouble with the teen dances of the day, but any thing before 1970 was foreign to her. Mom had quietly patted her on the back and called her brother, Jimmy, into the room. 

Over the next six weeks, as he taught her how to slow dance, as he put it, the siblings had become good friends, in spite of the three year age difference. As they danced, Jimmy told her about what she could expect from the guys who would be dancing with her, especially her date. While Maggie was neither prudish nor naive, she was inexperienced. One Sunday, when their parents were visiting friends in another town, she had asked Jimmy what she should do if...

Her questions surprised him. Objectively, he knew his sister, even at fifteen was a knockout and he expected she would have learned the answers to the questions she was asking already. Maggie's problem was that she was almost too pretty; her beauty convincing her age mates they didn't stand a chance before they even asked her.

Rather than try to explain his answers, he had replied, "It'll be easier if I just show you. Try to pretend I'm your date." His demonstration, and her pretending, had been too successful. By the time the parents had returned Maggie knew, and had experienced, all the possible outcomes of slow dancing. She and Jimmy practiced them as often as possible before the dance, and after, as far as that goes. He taught her all about her body and its responses to caresses, and how to enjoy them, whether from her fingers or someone else's. 

With a deep sigh, she hit the on button, welcoming the soft humming sound.

In his room at the other end of the hall, Mike was slipping into bed nude, as he usually did, already beginning to stroke himself, remembering the feel of his mother's small breasts and slender hips against his body, anticipating how they would feel without the barrier of cloth between them.

Part VII

"Thanks, son; I really appreciate this. Last night, did you see what I mean about your mother. She held back a bit because you were there, but that's how she's been for the past three or four years."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. We had a good talk after you went to bed. I think I know how to get her to at least start talking about divorce. 

"She reminded me. We have an apartment downtown that we apparently keep it for visiting big shots? Do you have a key so I can go look at it, see what kind of value a judge or realtor might put on it?"




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 01 Ch. 01



Harry swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah. I guess," he said and reached in his pocket for his keys. He unsnapped one and handed it to Mike who put it in his pocket without looking at it. 

"Another thing Mom and I discussed last night. Ellie's due home around supper time. Rather than cooking, I thought we all could go to Someplace Else. I'll be joining their kitchen staff the first of October and would like to see what the food is like. You'll come with us, won't you. We don't want to disappoint Ellie."

"Ah, no. Don't want to do that. What time?" Inwardly, Harry was cursing. He had forgotten today was the day his daughter was coming home before she left for a year to study in England and Switzerland. And Mike had the key to the apartment, currently occupied by Marty. He had 'loaned' it to her until she was able to find a place of her own, four months ago. She apparently didn't see any great need to move.

Mike dropped his father at the independent garage he insisted on using, claiming they were better mechanics. "Bet ter customers," Mike thought, cynically. Harry had found a fairly inexpensive supplier of metric fine-threaded nuts and bolts, such as those favored by auto and parts manufacturers. For a price break on service, he gave them a break on parts ordered through him, whether the small parts he specialized in, or even larger sheet metal parts the garage used in their body shop.

"I'll probably drop in at the apartment this afternoon," Mike said. "Unless there's a need to hurry."

"No, no, that'll be fine. Keep the key; you may need to visit it a few times," Harry told him, thinking, "I have to get that cunt out of there today. Shit! Damn you, Maggie; I'm sure you reminded him of the flat on purpose." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the apartment, without success. 

Part VIII

Mike recalled Harry's emphasis on 'tomorrow morning' when he was telling Marty to leave, and he also recalled that his father had never made it to the office before ten o'clock when he had worked there, and, like this morning, Harry usually left the house by eight o'clock. He wondered what Marty looked like when first awakened, and decided to see if he could find out.

The Jacoby family home's southern exposure faced Long Island Sound with nothing between them and the Sound but a half mile wide forever wild strip, ending in a 20-foot high bluff. The apartment, on the Old Coast Road, was on the eighteenth floor of a twenty story apartment building, whose southern exposure was just 200 yards from the Sound, across a white sandy beach. It was located in an area widely regarded as the low range of the high rent district in the small city. 

Harry's key got him into the building and through the inner security doors. He took the elevator to the eighteenth floor and let himself into the apartment without knocking. As he entered the living room, the phone started ringing, and down the hall he could hear the shower. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

There was no answer, and just before the phone went dead, he heard his father's voice, "Shit!"

As he replaced the phone, the tall, natural red head came into the room, all her loveliness on display, toweling her hair. "Good morning. It's Mike, right? Did Harry send you? I had a thought he might, so we could get acquainted." She walked up to him and handed him the towel and turned her back to him. "If you would, please."

"Sorry,"he replied, throwing the towel over her shoulder. "I just came to confirm a suspicion. I imagine Dad is on his way here, in a hurry. I expect he'll be encouraging you to find some other place to live, at least until after the divorce. I have some place to be right now, or I'd stick around to get acquainted. I'd really like to explore that landing strip."

"You really have to go?" she pouted, assuming a stance which seemed to push both her hips and boobs forward at the same time.

"Yeah. Dad won't be pleased I discovered you here. I'm afraid he'd really lose it and take it out on you if he were to catch us in flagrante, so to speak."

The phone rang again. Marty answered it. "Hello. Is that you, Sweets?... Who else would call me here... No, I didn't hear it ringing. I've been in the shower... I'm sorry... Your son?... No, why would I see him this early?... Here?... There hasn't been any one here... You know I'm a one man at a time girl, unless you want me to be otherwise... Okay, baby, I'll be here waiting for you." She hung up the phone. "They had to special order a part which didn't arrive until this morning. He said he'd be late. Would you like some coffee? Or something else?" she asked in an inviting tone.

"One man at a time, huh. No thanks, Marty; but take my advice and start looking for another place to live. Within a month, either my mother or my father are going to living here." He looked at her crotch. "Doesn't that wax hurt?"

"Like a son of a bitch, that's why I had it lasered off," she said with a grin. She looked him up and down. "Too bad you're not more like your father. He'd enjoy screwing another man's woman, especially if he knew he wouldn't get caught. Oh, well...Thanks for the heads up. I guess I shouldn't count on being able to stay if it's Harry, either, huh?"

"Not until the divorce is final. After that, nobody'll give a fuck; until then, he really should try to keep his nose, and his pecker, clean." He glanced again at her crotch. "Damn, I'm already late," he said shaking his head. He turned to leave. "No pun intended, but it really was nice seeing you all again." Marty's laugh followed him out into the foyer, where the elevator was waiting.

The Old Coast Road was a divided four lane highway. As Mike pulled out of the parking lot and turned east to return home, he saw his father's car approaching on the other side of the dividing median strip. Harry was concentrating on his driving, speeding, and so didn't see Mike, or at least, didn't acknowledge him. Mike just shook his head and expelled a heavy sigh.

Part IX

He got home around eleven and decided to call the restaurant to see if he could book the reservation. The phone was picked up on the first ring.

"Yes, I'd like to make a reservation for four, around seven-thirty. The name is Mike Jacoby."

"Mike! How wonderful! I'm so glad to hear from you. This is Nancy Riordan; my husband, Peter, is the head chef. We met very briefly at the school when you interviewed. Dean Schantz called Peter yesterday to confirm your graduation and told us about your win. Congratulations.

"So you're coming for dinner tonight, with family? Very good. I'll tell Peter; and don't worry about the cost. Tonight, your dinner is on us. Just ask for me when you come in. Ooh, there's another call. See you later."

Mike's head was spinning. Since he had spoken his name, his contribution to the conversation had mostly been monosyllabic grunts, but it had apparently been enough. He remembered Nancy. A relatively short, plump woman, with greying hair, and the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen. Although their encounter had only been a few minutes long, she had made a lasting impression on him. Dynamic was the only word to describe her.

Peter, too, although 'driven' could also be used for him. Even as students, Mike and his classmates were aware of what was going on in the industry. The word was that Peter wanted to make Someplace Else into the finest dining establishment in the State and he was out to select the best student chefs he could find, to mold into professionals he could trust to do things his way.

Part X

Mike took a deep breath to clear his head and went into the kitchen to fix something for lunch. He pulled out the cold chicken left from dinner last night just as Maggie walked into the kitchen, dressed in a modest bikini. He offered to share the chicken for a light lunch.

"That'll be fine, Mike. Let 's just have a cold lunch of leftovers; I bet I can even find some paper plates so there aren't any dishes to wash," she said as she began opening cupboard doors. "Yesss! Here we go."

Mike laughed at her infectious good mood. He pulled the plastic stopper on the leftover wine and took a sip. Shuddering, he passed the glass to Maggie. "Won't kill us, and it is nearly full. By the second glass, it should be okay; it will have warmed up and breathed a bit."

Maggie laughed. "You're confusing me with your father. He's the one who considers himself a wine expert. I have a hard enough time remembering white with chicken and fish, red with everything else."

Mike smiled, knowing the statement to be only partially true. Harry did consider himself an expert, but Maggie had a more discerning palate, and could pair wines and entrees by odor alone when tested.

"I made reservations for four tonight. Dad said he'll probably have to meet us there, so I have to call and tell him what time. The chef's wife, Nancy Riordan, took the reservation. I met her during the on campus interviews when they hired me. I thought it was strange the chef bringing his wife to the interviews."

"Would it still seem strange if you knew she was the owner, at least majority owner? I met them a year or so after they opened, and they were having some financial problems. I told her about the about the benefits of female ownership of small businesses. I guess they followed through. The next time I was in, they sent over a bottle of champagne." She smiled and sighed. "It'll be good to see Nancy again; it's been two or three years, I guess. But now I'll have an even better reason to go out there for dinner. Do you have any idea what you'll be doing?"

"I'll probably start as a line cook, that's what we talked about in the interview. Frankly, I wouldn't feel comfortable at anything else for a year or so. We'll see. If we're lucky, and they're not too busy, maybe we can get a tour of the kitchen tonight."

"Probably just you, sweetie. I don't think Ellie or your father would be greatly interested unless you were actually working there. I know I wouldn't. 

"Now, we're wasting valuable sunlight. Go get changed so we can catch those rays you were talking about last night. I'll clean up this little bit. Shall I take out the wine?"

"Silly question. And another bottle. I'll grab the ice bucket on my way out."

Fifteen minutes later, Mike walked out the back entryway, headed for the pool. As soon as he saw his mother, he stopped. She was lying on a blanket, in the grassy area abutting the pool apron. Her feet were toward the house; her head, cradled on her arms. The neck and back straps on her bra were untied and laid out, away from her body. Although the leg holes of her light blue bottoms were high cut, the back modestly covered the rest of her butt, up to her hips, where they were held together by two bows on each side..

He shook himself and walked up to the blanket and dropped down beside her. "Want some sun block?" he asked, picking up the bottle lying next to her.

"Mmhmm," she replied, giving a little shimmy, as if she were settling into a nest. He squirted some of the lotion into his hand, then moved her hair out of his way and began to spread the creamy liquid over her back and shoulders. He covered everything above her waist, including the small breast bulges on her sides. 

The first touch of Mike's hands on her back had renewed the frisson of arousal Maggie had felt last night. With an act of will, she pushed it out of her head and just enjoyed the back rub. She was aware of every move he made, and as his hands approached the sides of her breasts, she started to tense up inside. But when his hands simply glided over the small bulges just like they had moved over the rest of her, she again relaxed.

Next, he lotioned her arms, pulling them, one at a time, from under her face. Then he moved down and began to lotion her feet and calves. When they were both done, she felt him straddle one leg and begin to apply the sun block to the back of her thigh, running both hands up the sides, one inside, one out, then moving to the back of her leg and pulling his hands back toward him. 

He did this five or six times, each time moving a fraction of an inch closer to her panty line. On the last time, his fingers actually hit her swim suit and maintained contact as his hand slid up onto her buttock until it met the other hand and made its final trip down that leg.

Maggie felt Mike move to the other leg and begin to repeat the procedure. She was aware of every move his hands made, and the anticipation of his caresses was stirring her arousal. She was sure there must be a visible wet spot between her legs and wanted to close them, but his knee was in the way. She even imagined she could smell herself, and wondered what he must think of her, becoming aroused by her son rubbing lotion on her legs.

Finally, he was done. The long awaited caress along the bottom of her suit up onto her buttock was done. She felt a small shiver pass over her body. At least that's what she called it, but it left her feeling a little more relaxed, if slightly breathless. 

Mike was lying beside her, propped up on his left arm. With his right hand, he reached over and began tracing little circles along her rib cage. At first they were nice, seemingly innocuous, but as he continued, they began to tickle. She pulled her left arm out and tried to bat his hand away, telling him to stop.

He ignored her and simply pushed her hand out of the way. As the tickling became more intense, she began to laugh and move, attempting to avoid him, and flailing her arm around to try to stop him. All her attempts did was to encourage him to continue. He got up on his knees and brought his left hand into play. 

Without thinking about what she was doing, Maggie turned over and tried to grab his hands, revealing her barely B bosom to her son for the first time. Mike hesitated, causing Maggie to look down. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself, but Mike grabbed her hands and held them over her head, then leaned down and kissed her.

At first, Maggie, startled by what was happening, made no response, but her body reacted for her, and she found herself returning the kiss. When Mike's tongue sought entry, she yielded and let it in. His arms worked their way under her back and lifted her against his chest. At that point, Maggie pulled her face away and looked him in the eye.

"What's going on, Mike? What are you doing?"

With a grin which reminded her of a night twenty-three years ago, and stirred her lady to want more, he replied, "Well, we're going to be alone up at the cabin, just the two of us in three small rooms. It's inevitable that we'll see each other's bodies at some point during the three weeks, so I thought I'd introduce the concept of nudity while we're up there. Personally, I think total nudity would be best, but I'll understand if that's too much for you right now."

"Right now? Implying that, if I don't accede, at some time in the future, you plan to bring the subject up again," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Mike grinned. She was still lying in his arms, her breasts against his chest, not trying to get away. "Mmhmm, every day until you agree."

"And is there a reason for this sudden interest in naturalism?" 

Mike's smile disappeared, and he drew Maggie's head close to whisper, "Yes, while we're up at the cabin, I'm going to seduce you, then I plan to make love to you every day until we return."

Maggie felt that same shiver pass over her body again, as she pulled her body closer to her son, her head over his shoulder, her cheek against his. This time there was no mistaking it. She felt like her quim had gushed a cup of fluid into her bikini bottoms. She was definitely sure now she could smell it, but was unable to move. After a silence which seemed to stretch into forever, she spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Mike, you're crazy. We can't do that; I'm your mother. What are you thinking?"

"That I'm in love with you, and I want to fully express that love. We have three weeks, alone together. Nobody will know, and, when we get back, if you want to stop, we will. But for the three weeks, it will be Mike and Meg at the cabin."

"Meg, not Maggie?" she asked, pulling back to look at him, with a smile, sure she knew what he was thinking.

"That's right. Meg is my woman; Maggie is Harry's wife, and my mother. I want to leave her here."

"Oh, Mike. It is so hard to think..." she replied, lowering her eyes.

"If you think thinking is hard," he said, grinning, and moving her hand to his groin. Maggie's eyes opened wide.

"That's not fair," she grinned, not moving her hand. She looked her son in the eye.

"I can't say yes, right now, to any more than this," she said, pointing to her naked chest, "but I'm not saying no, either, to anything." She leaned toward him and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and pulling his hand to her breast. 

As his palm closed on her nipple, she moaned, so softly, he felt, more than heard it. She pulled back and slid out of his arms. "You're a dangerous man, Jacoby. You know it's a perilous path you've plotted?"

"Yes, it is; but if I'm successful, even if we stop when we come home, if you let me advise you, I can guarantee you'll be free of Dad by the time I start working."

Maggie gave him a calculating look. "And what do you hope to achieve by that?"

"I just want you to be happy, Mom. Ultimately, that's all I really want. At least after our three weeks," he said with a grin. Maggie laughed out loud without restraint, realizing when she was done, it was the first time in months, if not years, she had done so.

"If I thought we could behave ourselves," she said, when she caught her breath, "I'd invite you to shower with me, and get a little taste of full nudity, but you need to get dressed and get to the airport to pick up your sister." Mike groaned and helped her up.

"We're not done with this discussion, you know," he said.

Maggie gave him a saucy smile. "We'll see," she said, bending over to pick up her bra, letting her shoulder brush against his lump. Feeling absolutely wanton, as she walked past him toward the house, she untied the bows holding her bikini bottoms together and walked out of them, totally nude, into the house. Mike groaned, watching her perfect ass as it disappeared inside.

Part XI

Mike waited at the concourse gate, watching people as they met and greeted each other. He had just heard that his sister's plane had landed, and knew it would be nearly a half hour before she was hugging him. He thought back to the night of her high school Senior Ball.

His parents were out of town, on one of the few business trips Maggie had ever gone on, and had asked Mike to come home, over his Spring Break, and stay with Ellie while they were gone. He had answered the door when her date showed up. Mike recognized him as someone who had had a rep as a player even when Mike was in school.

Without giving what he was saying much thought, he had told Tommy, "I know my sister is no angel, and I also know she is no slut. In fact, I'm pretty sure she is still a virgin, and I would hate to see her treated as just another notch on the trophy belt of some guy who didn't truly appreciate her. If I thought that was gonna happen, I have a set of those Japanese knives which can cut through a tin can. I wouldn't want to have to break those out ... do you understand?"

Tommy's eyes had widened in fear and he nodded. Later that night, shortly after midnight, Ellie had come storming into his bedroom and started flailing away at him. "What did you say to him, you interfering bastard, you!? What did you tell him?"

Mike had grabbed her arms and wrestled her down onto his bed, under him. When she finally realized she couldn't move, Ellie had quieted down, and the tears started down her face. "Damn you, Mike! What did you say to him?"




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 01 Ch. 01



"Christ, Ellie, I don't remember exactly. Something about I'd hate to see you get hurt and wind up just a notch on some stud's belt. Why?"

"He said you threatened to cut off his balls if he touched me," she sniffled. "I've been flirting with him for three months so he'd ask me to the Ball, counting on him to take my cherry, and you have to scare him off. Now what am I going to do?" Tears began to show, running down along her nose.

"You wanted to lose your cherry to that piece of slime?"

"Well, not specifically him; just to lose it. I've been accepted into the summer program at P'town, just for freshman women, to make sure their math and science skills are up to their standards. If I can pull a B+ or better, I can use the courses for credit. So I won't have any time to fuck around this summer, literally."

"I'm sorry, Ellie; if I had known...is there any way I can make it up to you, or help? I'm afraid I don't have any friends who are at home right now."

Ellie looked up at her brother and inwardly grinned, but looking at her, all Mike saw was a worried expression, as Ellie gnawed at her lower lip. She pulled her hand free and motioned for Mike to bend his head down. She put her lips to his ear. "If you really mean that, what you just said about being sorry, and wanting to help; if you really, truly meant that, and want to be a, no, the best brother ever, then you'll do it."

Mike pulled back, a puzzled expression on his face. "Do what?" he asked.

Ellie, put her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. "Fuck me, Mike. Take my cherry. Bust that barrier and make me a woman."

"I... I... I can't..."

"Why not? Why can't you? I know you have the proper tool. I've seen it, and seen you using it to do what I want you to do."

"What...Who?" he asked, flustered that his sister might have seen him fucking another girl. 

"The night Sally was over and snuck into your room. I was watching you from the hall. She left the door open for me." Ellie grinned. "She said you have one of the nicest cocks she's ever ridden."

"You were watching, and she knew...oh, shit! You conniving little sneak," he said grinning. "And now you want me to do that with you?"

"Yes... no...well, sort of." She went back to chewing her lip, a sign he recognized of her being afraid to ask for something she really wanted.

He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, teasing her with his tongue. "What do you want, Ellie? You know you can ask me for anything, even this, and, if it's physically possible, I'll do it for you."

"Well, with Tommy, I knew I was just going to get fucked, and that was fine. That's all I wanted from him, him to pop my cherry. But since it's going to be you, Mike, can we make it special? Will you make love to me, like I was really your girlfriend, someone you might want to marry?"

Mike felt every fiber of resistance melt and leave him. With a smile, he simply bent down and coaxed his sister's lips apart and slipped his tongue in to play with hers. He pulled her up and got her positioned on his lap so he could unzip her dress.

His lips followed the neckline as it slid down her breasts until it met her strapless demi -bra. He slid his hand over her shoulder and down inside the neckline to softly cup her breast, kissing the side of her neck. His lips slid up to her ear, to softly whisper, "If I'm going too fast, or doing something you don't like, or want me to do differently, let me know. Okay?" She nodded, and tried to cuddle closer.

"I've never...more than kissing, so... just go slow and teach me."

"Are you sure, El? Are you sure you want me to..." 

She turned and stopped his question with her lips. "I'd have asked for this before Sally snuck in here if I wasn't afraid you'd say no and laugh at me or think I was some kind of slut asking my brother for sex. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time. So stop worrying and make love to me, Mike; really love me. Please, Mike, I want you..."

Mike kissed her and opened the catch on the front of her bra. He pushed the dress down around her hips and lifted her to slide it and her panties under her, to fall by the side of the bed. They fell back onto the bed and moved around to get comfortable. Ellie reached between them and took hold of Mike's staff. "It didn't look this big when you were with Sally."

"What can I say? She didn't turn me on as much as you do. I was aware of her reputation for sleeping around. Screwing her was a lot like jacking off. It feels good while it's happening, but isn't really satisfying.

"But with you, aside from the fact I'm making love to my beautiful sister, you're giving me a great gift in choosing me to become your first lover. That makes it doubly special." 

He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, while his hand began to softly caress her belly, moving in circles, each one moving closer to her mons. Soon he began to feel the fine curly hairs of her untrimmed thatch. He began to lay line of kisses down the center of her body, circling her navel just as his fingers began to invade her crease. She hissed and tensed up.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. "You okay?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "What?" he asked.

"It's just me. I guess I'm nervous. Other than Doctor Marie, no one has ever touched me there."

"No one? Do you want me..."

"To keep going. That's what I want, Mike. All the way. Should I be doing something for you? Playing with your thing, or sucking it; I always hear the girls talk about sucking their boyfriends."

"Tonight, let's just worry about you, and getting past that barrier which is causing you so much anxiety. I'll teach you how to do the girl's part another time, okay?" He got on his knees, between her legs and pushed her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed.

Her smile was dazzling. "Another time. You mean you want to do this again?"

He just smiled and handed her a pillow while he dropped his head between her knees. "What's this fo...oooohhhhhmyyyyygaaaawwwwd!" she screamed, covering her face with the pillow. 

Ellie had been on the brink of coming ever since Mike had unzipped her dress. The kissing and caressing since then had kept her aroused, but hadn't been sufficient to push her over the edge. However, the first touch of his tongue to her virgin pussy was like someone had touched her with a live wire.

When that tongue invaded her vagina, it was another mind shattering experience for the young virgin. His assault on her clitoris provided them both with a workout as she struggled to get away from the pleasuring eel which was Mike's tongue, and he strove to maintain contact with her sensitive nubbin. He continued until she could no longer stand it and begged him to stop.

He moved up along side her and pulled her to his chest, both on their sides, facing each other. "My god, Mike," she asked, sobbing softly, trying to regain her breathing. "Is it always like this? How do people stand it?"

He laughed. "No, it's not always this intense. It's just because it's your first time and you're not used to it yet. Now, lie back and try to relax while I make sure you're ready."

"You mean there's more? Would it have been anything near this with Tommy?"

"I don't know, love. Don't think about him, just concentrate on what I'm doing, and how it feels. Okay?" She bit her lip and nodded. Mikes hand began to stroke her between her legs, causing a series of shivers to rack her body. 

Slowly, she became aware that he had slipped a pair of fingers into her vagina. "Ohmigawd, Mike! What are you doing to me. That feels so fucking awesome!"

He laughed. "That's good. That's how it's supposed to feel. When I lay down, I want you to straddle me, with your vagina right over my hips."

Ellie felt a tremor of anticipation rumble through her belly. "This is it, huh? We're really going to do it; we're going to fuck."

Mike helped her into position, then took her face in his hands. "Listen to me, Ellie. Although the actions, the motions are the same, I will never just fuck you. That implies that I am using you for my own pleasure and don't give a rat's ass about how you feel or if you are even close to being ready or satisfied. 

"When a guy or a girl just fucks their partner in sex, that partner is left feeling empty and used. That's what Sally did to me that night. All she wanted was to say she had fucked a college man. She didn't care if I came or shit.

"What we're doing here, you and me, together, is making love. We are showing each other, in a very special physical way, how much we mean to each other; demonstrating that in an ancient rite of love. The memory of tonight will always remind us of our love for each other, and enrich us. Memories of fucks remind us of how we let ourselves be used, or used someone, and diminish us."

The teary expression on Ellie's face stopped Mike cold. "Oh, baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just trying to explain..."

"I know, Mike, it's just...when I decided to get Tommy to ask me to the Ball, all I was looking to do was get rid of my cherry, and kind of let it get known that I wasn't the goody-two-shoes every one thought I was. 

"But doing this with you, I know it is going to be so much better. I love you Mike. Not just sister and brother, but that's part of it..." Mike's lips stopped her. As their kiss intensified, Mike pushed his hips upward, slowly driving his cock into her virgin vagina.

When Ellie felt the pressure in her lady, she broke the kiss and sat up suddenly, and winced. "Ow www.!" She looked down where they were joined, to see her pubes resting on his. She grinned, and looked into Mike's face, and seeing the love there, bent down to kiss him. 

"We did it, didn't we? I'm not a virgin anymore. Thank you , Mike. Thank you for tonight. And I guess I should thank you for scaring Tommy so badly. If the next time is even..." She stopped as Mike began to move his hips. "Wha...oh, Mike, what are you doing to me? Uh uh uh ohhh damn that feels so...so...oooohhhh goooood...god, Mike, don't stop oh fuck, this, uh is, uh what, uh they, ahh all, mm taaaallllk abooouuuut uh unh uh unh uh uh uh fuuuuuck me Mike! Oh mi gawwwwwww iiiiiii'mmmmmm gooonnnnaaa cooooooooooo aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! oh mother shit," she concluded, dropping down on Mike's chest, sobbing lightly. 

"Oh, Christ, Mike! What did you do to me? How can it ever get any better than that? All the girls say the first time is usually the pits compared to doing it later. I won't survive...did you...no, you didn't, did you...do you want to...it's okay; I'm on the pill." She sat up, driving his staff deeper into her belly. "Unhnng. Damn, Mike, it feels like you're trying to push into my stomach. Are all guys as big as you? Do we need to get into another position so you can come..."

Mike pulled her down to kiss her, and roll over into the missionary position. He pulled her legs up so her knees were on his shoulder, letting him move into her another inch or so. He chuckled when he saw her eyes go a bit bug eyed. "Hush. It's okay to talk a little, but you don't need to provide a running commentary. Unless the guy is totally clueless, he'll be able to tell what you're experiencing."

Ellie grinned. "It's Sally's fault. She said most guys needed a road map to find her clit, and it was just easier to tell them than physically lead them by the hand, as she put it."

Mike laughed. "When we're done with your lessons, I hope you'll be able to do a better job choosing partners than she apparently does."

"My lessons? Plural? How many times do you plan on doing this?"

"Well, the folks aren't coming back until a week from Tuesday. That's at least ten days, two or three times a day, unless you have plans for something better."

"I'll have to let you know, but based on my limited experience, I can't imagine anything better." Mike kissed her and began moving his hips, slowly, in the ages old dance of procreation that man had turned into recreation. 

She had beat him to a climax again, and had experienced a third when she felt his hot spend splash against her inner walls. After he had kissed away her tears, they had fallen asleep, on their sides, facing each other, still joined.

By the time Maggie and Harry got home, their children were experienced lovers, able to read the signals the other was putting out from across the room. While they had spent most of the time alone together, they had gone out a few times with some of their friends, careful to act like siblings instead of lovers. 

Ellie had drawn enough attention from Mike's friends that her girl friends were convinced that one of them was responsible for the new glow they saw in her, and congratulated her on becoming a woman before she graduated. 

Since that time, because of school requirements, and the on-going presence of family, they had only managed to be together a few times over the intervening two years. Each time, however, had been as satisfying and fulfilling as that first week together.

He saw her coming down the concourse. She would be hard to miss. Like Maggie, she was tall, and had the brunette version of her face. Her body was another story.

She had the woman's version of her father's body. It was definitely feminine, with a well defined hour-glass figure. She had high, pointed breasts, and, he knew, wore a 38C brassiere. With a 26 inch waist and 37 inch hips, it was going to take a strong man to control her in bed. 

Her smile seemed forced when she spied him waiting for her. Watching her head for him, his first thought was, "She's like a Norse goddess, with her dark hair and blazing green eyes, walking through the crowd with no thought for anyone." Indeed, she didn't have to push past anyone, the crowd seemed to divide in front of her as she headed directly for Mike.

Before hello, their arms were around each other and lips meshed like those of lovers who thought the other was forever lost. "I didn't think I'd get to see you before I left," Ellie whispered, pulling him tightly against her once their lips separated. "Thank god you're here."

"Is something wrong?" was Mike's first question.

Later," Ellie said, shaking her head. "Let's get my bag and go somewhere to get a drink, so we can talk."

Part XII

There was a roadhouse about halfway between the airport and their hometown. It was owned by the family of an old girl friend of Mike's. She was tending bar and supervising the dining room when the pair walked in. She recognized them immediately. "Hey, Mike, Ellie! How are you all on this fine afternoon? Can I get you something?"

"Hey, yourself, Marianne! You're looking good, especially behind a bar. There's sumpin about a lady bartender makes a man wanna howl," he drawled, putting on a nasally hillbilly accent, eliciting a laugh from both of the women. "I'll have a short one of whatever ale you have on tap."

"New Holland Gold?" she offered. He nodded and looked at Ellie.

"Oh, uhh, Jack and ginger, I guess." 

Marianne winced and reached for a glass. "Just a sec, Mar. Ellie, you know I love you to death, but I'd be failing my duty as a brother, and my sacred calling as a chef if I let you drink that. Is there a reason you need something hard?" She looked at him, and then dropped her gaze to the floor, and nodded. "Make it a CC and ginger, Mar, long on the ginger, and a ginger ale on the side." 

Marianne's eyebrows went up. "She won't be twenty-one until the fifteenth. Don't worry, if anyone comes in, I'll grab the drink and dump it in the ale." 

"You owe me a night in the kitchen, and after, Mike, boy."

"You got it. First of July." he said, picking up the drinks and walking to the booth where Ellie had chosen to sit. He slid in beside her, and was surprised when she slid away from him.

"Hey, El. What's going on?"

"After I tell you what I've done, you won't want to touch me. I'm so sorry, Mike." She looked like tears were about to fall. She grabbed her drink and downed it in a single long quaff. "Can I..." she started but stopped when Mike shook his head.

"Whatever you've done, or think you've done, it won't make me love you less. Tell me about it."

She sat, resting her elbows on the table, not looking at him. Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Tuesday night, I was all done with my exams so Sue, my roommate, and I went out to dinner to celebrate. While we were out we met a couple of cute guys and let them pick us up. While we were all at Zero's drinking, Sue changed her mind and decided to go on home. I...I ...oh, god, I'm so ashamed; I pretended to be drunk and let them take me to their apartment. 

"It was awful, Mike. Remember what you told me about what fucking was compared to making love. Well, they really fucked me. They each must have done it to me three or four times. All that fucking and I never came; not even close. 

"Then one of them did it to my bottom. By then I was already so sore, I couldn't tell if it hurt or not. But then they tried to do it at the same time. At first I thought they were both trying to get into my pussy, but the second guy tried to put it back into my bottom. I guess my scream scared them. Anyhow, they left me alone to dress, and called me a cab. 

"I'm so sorry, Mike. Just don't hate me." He reached for her and pulled her into a hug.

"I couldn't hate you, El. I'm a little surprised you had the balls to do it. And I'm very glad you didn't get seriously hurt. Have you been checked out for STDs and AIDS? No, then we'll get you to a clinic first thing in the morning. And you're still on the pill?"

"No, I switched to a long term implant. I've been using it for a couple of years now. You really don't hate me? Oh, I was so worried you would. I promise, I won't ever do anything that stupid again." She looked at him. "Are you going to tell Mom?"

"Do you want me to?" 

Ellie shook her head, giving him the 'duh' look. "Why would I want you to do that?"

"I have no idea. Why did you ask me if I was going to tell her?"

"You two are so close, and seem to share everything. It's almost like you're married. Speaking of which, have they decided to get divorced yet, or is the Jacoby family sniping range still open for business?"

Mike shrugged and sighed. "Unfortunately, it's still open for business, but for tonight, they've called a sort of truce. We're all going to Someplace Else for dinner. Dad will meet us there. He's promised, and since he wants Mom in a conciliatory mood, he'll be there."

"Why, what's he done?"

"He bailed on the cabin this year. Since you're leaving for Europe, it'll just be Mom and me, for three weeks."

"Good for you!" Ellie looked around the bar to see if anyone could overhear them. Satisfied, she leaned in close to Mike. "I know they haven't made love, or had sex, or fucked, whatever it would be between them, since before you went away to school. I hear her sometimes, pleasuring herself, and you know that doesn't last more than a few minutes. Why don't you be a good grown up son and seduce her, make love to her, like you did for my first time?"

Mike repeated her survey, then leaned down to whisper, "I've already started." Ellie sat up straight and looked at her brother, a wide smile on her face.

"We need to get going," she said. "You can tell me in the car."

Part XIII

The two Jacoby children were just pulling into Belle Vista Drive when Mike finished bringing Ellie up to date on the condition of their parents' union. She looked at him in wonder. "You're telling me our cheating asshole of a father is paying you to convince our mother to do something she already wants to do, and is giving you four months to get it done, and is picking up the bill for it, to boot, and what you really need to do, is convince him to apologize to Mom for letting their marriage go to shit? And your strategy to do that is to practice full nudity around the house so you can take her to bed and remind her how good sex can be." She laughed. "Sounds like a plan, to me. Damn! I wish I could be here to help."




Paid to Seduce His Mother V. 01 Ch. 01



Mike grinned at her comment, then sobered up to ask, "Why did you call Dad an asshole? I agree, but I always got the impression he doted on you."

"Yeah, growing up, I felt I had him wrapped around my finger. Then a few weeks ago, he decided to try to collect. Said it was only fair." Ellie looked at her brother and saw the anger building. "No, Mike, it wasn't with him. He tried to set me up for one of his big customers. 

"It was the way he said take him out and show him a 'good time' and don't be upset if he gets a little touchie-feelie. I got an idea what the weekend would be like and told Dad I had an important paper to finish and an exam to study for. 

"He started that old 'sauce for the goose' talk about playing fair with customers. I almost asked him if he had fucked the guy's daughter. Maybe I should have. You say he has a girl staying in the company apartment. Have you seen her?"

She almost choked from laughing when he told her about walking in on them. "In our living room! I swear, the only brains he has are in his dick. Did you tell Mom about that? No? Good; she doesn't need to know how lucky she is." Mike pulled into the driveway, and almost before he could stop, she was out of the car and on her way in the front door.

Part XIV

Mike grabbed her suitcase from the back of his Jeep and was just entering the door when he heard his sister asking if the pool was useable. She was just removing her panties when he walked into the kitchen, in front of a very shocked Maggie. "Ellie, what are you doing? Your brother..."

"Oh, Mom, don't be such a stick. It's not the first time he's seen all of me, and probably not the last. Are you going to come in with me? Skinny dipping is so much fun; nearly as good as...well, maybe not that good, but it is better than with a suit on."

"What on earth are they teaching you down there, young la...woman; you're certainly no lady any more."

Ellie grinned and began unbuttoning her mother's shirt. "C'mon, Mom. Try it. Don't worry about Mike. I'm sure he's seen lots of T 'n' P. Hell, we stopped at Waverley's on the way home and the waitress practically jumped on him when we walked in." By this time, Ellie was pushing her mother's shirt off her shoulders, revealing the fact she wore no bra. 

Maggie grabbed for her hands, trying to stop her determined daughter. "Ellie. Stop this nonsense, now. No, Ellie! Leave my shorts alone. Ellie, I said stop! No, not my panties! Mike, stop looking at me. You shouldn't see me naked, like this. Go grab us some towels and bring out a bottle of wine and some glasses. And some robes!" she shouted after him. Ellie took hold of Maggie's arm and led her out to the pool.

"And Mike," called Ellie, "you can't come out unless you're naked!" 

"Ellie," admonished Maggie. "What's gotten into you? Or shouldn't I ask?"

"Well, Momma," she replied, with a sly smile, "I have to confess, I haven't exactly been a nun while I've been away. In fact, a few nights ago I had my first threesome with a couple of guys I let pick me up. It wasn't a very good experience. Mike said he'd take me to the clinic to get checked for STDs."

"You told Mike? Wh...Why?" Maggie plopped down on one of the chaises, her legs crossed and her arms shielding her breasts. Ellie sat down beside her, their knees touching, and leaned so their shoulders touched. She thought for a moment.

"His opinion of me means a lot to me and I didn't want him to hear it from somebody else. He taught me a lot about men and women, and it has really helped me deal with relationships while I've been in school. And so far, he's been right in what he taught me."

"I'm almost afraid to ask..." Maggie looked at her daughter, not sure she really wanted the answer she expected. Ellie looked her in the face, with no trace of shame as she answered.

"Yes, he was my first, and so far, my best ever, and not just because he was first, but because he loved me enough to care about my needs, too. We didn't just fuck, or have sex, Mom. He made love to me. You should let him make love to you, too. It would remind you of what love is supposed to be about."

"Ellie! How do you..."

"Mom, I'm right across the hall. I can hear you moaning, and, sometimes, I can even hear your vibrator. A few times with Mike, and you'd throw that toy away, I'm sure."

Maggie was just about to say something when Mike coughed to discreetly announce his presence. "If you want a swim before we go, you should get it now. We have to be at the restaurant in a little less than two hours, and it'll take almost a half hour to get there that time of night." He struggled to not stare at the two women who were facing him. Ellie saw his struggle and grinned as she reached out and drew Maggie to her side.

"I guess I'll have to wait. Maybe when we get home, you and I can have an after dark swim, Mikey. Isn't Mom beautiful? So slender and such pretty titties. And you can tell she doesn't have to trim her pussy. Wouldn't you just love to kiss it?" She reached over and pulled Maggie's legs open.

"Ellie!" Maggie and Mike shouted in unison.

"What? You both want to, so why not admit it?" She released Maggie and walked up to Mike. Taking hold of his semi-hard cock, she reached up and kissed him. "I told her about us," she whispered. Mike's stomach sank as he looked at his mother, whose hands, at that moment, were busy, each subtly kneading the breast it was covering.

He gave Ellie a smack on the butt and sent her into the house to get changed for dinner. When she was safely inside, he grabbed a robe and walked to his mother. "Mike," she started. "Your sister?" 

He opened the robe and held it for her. When she had her arms in the sleeves, he wrapped his around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat down. He held her tightly against him as he told her about Ellie's Senior Ball experience. 

Maggie was still wrapped in his arms, cuddled into his chest when he finished. She turned her face up and kissed him. "I'm glad you were there for her. For the rest of the weekend, as long as your father is around, we have to behave like mother and son. Tuesday, We'll leave Maggie here, while you drive Meg to our trysting place.

"Let's go get dressed."

Part XV

Dinner was as successful as possible under the circumstances. Harry was more than impressed at the end of the meal when he called for the bill and found that the dinner was on the chef because of Mike's impending employment and winning the end of year competition.

Mike was asked if he wanted to see the kitchen, and accepted the offer. He was duly impressed with the set up and by the personnel he met, some of whom he knew from school. He was gone a bit more than a half hour, and returned to find the two women alone. Maggie saw the question in his face as he rejoined them.

"Your father, if you want to claim him as such, will be spending the night with his whore at the apartment. He will be around this weekend, moving his belongings out of the house."

"What happened?"

"Your sister asked him how he had made out with Mr McAllister. When I asked how she knew him, your father fell all over himself trying to explain that she had misunderstood his request. When I asked what he had requested, he hemmed and hawed a bit, then said he'd be moving out of the house this weekend. Before you ask, no, I didn't ask or tell him to; he volunteered.

"And that other situation we talked about earlier, that hasn't changed either. I have a feeling you might be busy," she said, with a smile, nodding toward Ellie. 

Mike glanced at his sister, who was busy contemplating her plate. He just smiled and suggested it was time they left. When the valet delivered the car, Ellie got into the back seat and pushed Mike toward the driver's seat. "You and Mom sit up front, please. I have some thinking to do, and you'd make it hard to concentrate." 

"You okay, El? Anything wrong?" Mike asked, glancing in the rear view mirror, concern evident in his voice, echoed by their mother.

"Hmm, yeah, no, I mean, I just need to think about some stuff. I'm fine."

On the way home, Mike talked about the kitchen tour, avoiding the questions he had about his father's departure, all the while keeping an eye on his sister via the rear view. She sat huddled in the passenger side corner, ignoring him and his mother unless they asked her a direct question, and then answering only in monosyllables.

Just as they turned onto Belle Vista, movement in the mirror caught his eye. He glanced and saw she had sat up and was now looking straight ahead, with a small smile on her face, all signs of stress and worry gone.

"Got if figured out?" he asked.

She looked at him, her smile widening. "No, not all of it. But I have the starting points identified to finding the answers. Now it's just deciding on the steps. I need to talk to you two before we go to bed, but after we get into something comfortable. Mike, could you fix me one of those drinks I had at Waverley's?"

Half an hour later, the trio sat in the den of the large house, dressed in pajamas or lounging clothes. Ellie had her highball, holding it in her hands, nervously turning it between her palms. Maggie was sipping a glass of cream sherry, while Mike nursed a glass of port. "What's on your mind, honey?" Maggie asked.

Ellie continued to rotate her drink and stare at the floor for several seconds. She shifted her gaze to her companions for a few more, then shook her head, as if clearing away the cobwebs, took a drink and said, "I want to come to the cabin with you."

"What?" cried Mike.

"But, your trip..." started Maggie.

"And I'm going to transfer schools, and go to WestConn next year."

"Ellie, what in hell are you talking about?" demanded Mike.

She looked at him, a determined look on her face. "I...I've been thinking about it for a while. Going to P'town is a lot of fun; it's a real party school, and the weather is good all year round for swimming and sunning, but it's not a real good school for serious students who want to get more than just a paper saying they went to college.

"The junior year abroad program sounds good on paper, but when you look at who's going, most of the students are from families who can pay the extra cost. There isn't a serious student who's on scholarship who was selected. And it's not because they didn't apply; I know of at least four who did, who were told if they were selected, their scholarships would cover the cost." She stopped to take a drink, and drained her glass. With a small shudder, she continued.

"On top of all that, I don't think I can trust Dad to pay for me to live over there. Not after tonight. I'm sure he's going to think I set him up by asking about Mr. McAllister. I just meant to rattle his chain a little. I didn't expect that kind of reaction, certainly not him moving out. With his funny ideas about fairness, it would be like him to cut off my support after a couple of month's to leave me stranded." She started to tear up, and you could hear the anger begin in her voice.

"I know you'd both try to help out, but he's the one who promised to support me through college, and if he thinks I somehow betrayed him, then, as far as he's concerned, that releases him from any obligation to me. And he's the one who tried to set me up with that old...ennnh!" she finished, with a shudder.

Maggie and Mike both got up to sit by Ellie on the couch. "It's okay, honey. If you want to transfer, that's fine. And if you want to come to the cabin, that's fine, too, but I have to warn you, Mike and I..."

"I know, Mom, that's what this afternoon was all about. I was trying to give you both a head start on your total nudity. And I still think you and he should ..."

"What do you think, Mike? Can you handle two women?" interrupted Maggie, looking at her son over her daughter's head. "Two needy, horny women, who will likely be slavering over your cock all day and night?"

"Slavering over my cock. I like the sound of that. Two of you at once, huh? It might kill me, but I'll be the happiest corpse you ever saw," he said with a grin. "On a serious note, first thing in the morning, you should call a locksmith and get the locks changed as soon as possible. I don't think he'd do any damage to the house, but he might come in and try to mess things up pretty badly."

Maggie nodded. "I'll take care of that as soon as I get up. Well, unless there's something else, I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late. I'll need your help packing up your father's crap."

Ellie sat up. "Mike, you go with Mom tonight. I still have some sorting out to do, and...it's best if I do it alone."

"Sweetie..."

"It's really okay, Mom. I just need to think, and if he's around... I know it wouldn't happen. The thinking I mean. It would definitely happen."

Maggie laughed and, cocking her head, looked at her son. Without saying a word, Mike rose and stepped to his mother, embracing her. "You're sure, El?"

She looked up, her face momentarily grim, but broke into a wide smile when she saw the couple. "You two look like you were made for each other. Off with you now. Go enjoy yourselves."

Part XVI

After the soon-to-be lovers disappeared up the stairs, Ellie checked the doors and outed the lights, then went to her room. From one of her bags of luggage, she extracted a plain brown paper bag which held her purchases from the sex shop she had visited Thursday morning.

There was a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, connected by a long airplane cable, a realistic looking 9-inch dildo, a cat, made of knotted polyester yarns, a two inch by thirty-six inch piece of double sided velcro, some vinyl gloves, and a warming lube, suggested by the clerk when Ellie had told her why she wanted the items.

She had wandered through the small store for a half hour or more, not sure exactly what she wanted. She remembered being caressed and then abused with something, and recognized the cat as the 'toy' immediately when she saw the bondage displays. That's where she found the cuffs and velcro, too. She had picked up the dildo and some lube on the way back to the front of the store to pay for them. 

When the clerk, who was dressed, and made up, to look like a 1950's Playboy cartoon streetwalker, saw her purchases, she had commented, "Oooohh, looks like someone's going to have some fun tonight."

"I hope not," answered Ellie, with a trace of bitterness in her voice.

"Mm, sounds like a get-even party. You sure you want to do that, hon? Those usually escalate into some pretty mean times."

"Not this time. The bastard set me up for a blind date that turned into a train. After this, he'll never get near enough to touch me again."

"Hmm. Then let me make a suggestion. Instead of this lube, use this one. It contains capsaicin oil. That's the stuff that makes chili peppers hot. And something to think about, after you get him opened up with that plastic cock, fist the bastard. Just put on a vinyl glove to protect your hand and smear it with the lube. He'll need to shit sitting on a block of ice for a week."

Now, all she had to do was to get him alone for an hour or so.

Part XVII

Mike closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at his mother, not believing his dream of eight years was about to come true. Maggie stood by the bed, dressed in light pink satin lounging pajamas. The jacket was loose, and fell across her bosom lightly, but enough so that her erect nipples tented the fabric. 

She looked at her son's face, seeing the combination of love and lust, and felt herself open. She smiled at him. "Never lose that expression," she told him. "It says to the woman you're with that she's the most desirable woman in your world."

"That's the god's honest truth. I've never seen anyone as beautiful or as sexy as you are at this moment. I still can't believe we're here. I've dreamt about doing this with you for as long as I've known what it means." 

He pushed himself away from the door and approached her. "What it means?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders as his hands reached for the buttons on her jacket. 

"The expression of love between a man and a woman. The act that unites two halves into one whole." He slipped the jacket from her shoulders as he bent down to kiss her. She felt the jacket fall from her arms and his hands encircle her waist, drawing her to him. Her arms reached up around his neck while his hands slipped inside the elastic waistband of her pants, pushing them off her.

.

With an alluring smile, she pulled back slightly and tugged his tee shirt out of his sweat shorts, and over his head. "That long, huh? Why did you wait so long to act?" she asked, teasingly.

"If I'd thought you wouldn't be creeped out, believe me, I would have... even now, here like this, I'm surprised you didn't run screaming this afternoon when I told you my plans."

She smiled and pushed her hands into his waistband, hooking her thumbs on the outside and pushing them down. "When you masturbate, do you think of us together, doing this?" He nodded. Closing in to capture his lips again, she whispered, "So do I."

With a moan, Mike lifted his mother, cradling her in his arms and carried her the few steps to her marital bed. He knee walked to the center and lay her down, capturing a nipple with his lips at the same time.

"Yessss," she hissed, and reached for his staff. Finding it all ready for use, she moaned. "Oh, Mike, Mike, just take me! Right now, I need you in me! I've been ready for you since this afternoon. Do it, now, please!"

Mike turned his body parallel to hers and kissed her, moving his body over hers. Maggie opened her thighs, spreading her knees as far as she could, to give him total access to her quim. She felt his helmet slide up and down her crease, and reached down to guide it into her. "Yesss," she moaned as it slid into her. Her legs lifted and circled her son's waist.

"Oh, shit, Mikey, this feels so good. So right. Don't move yet. I just want to feel you in me. Come down. Lay on me. Yes, like that. Mmm, kiss me, really kiss me. I want you in me everywhere you can be. Ungggh, what?" she laughed as he slipped a finger in her butt. "Mmhmm," she moaned, tightening her arms and legs around him

He began rocking slowly, moving his pubes against her clitoris. She began rocking her hips in answer to his movements, which began to increase in tempo and intensity. Maggie broke the kiss and increased her hip motion, flexing her Kegel muscles to grasp and release the cock inside her sheath. 

Mike groaned as he felt the milking motion of her pussy, lengthening his strokes. "Oh, fuck, Momma, that feels so good. Unh, keep...keep doin' that and I'll come too soon."

"That's okay, honey. When we've got three weeks, too soon doesn't exist, even if I do have to share you. Go ahead and paint the inside of my pussy with your cum," she whispered against his ear, squeezing his cock with her PC muscles. "C'mon, Mikey, come in your momma. Spray me with your seed. I want to feel your cum in my cunt, my horny son, my own personal motherfucker. That's what you are, isn't it? My personal momma's screw. C'mon, Mikey, pop your cum...c... cum uh uh ohoh oh my my my I'm I'm aaahhhhhhhhh yessss!" 

Maggie collapsed in his arms as he sprayed his seed in her, then, he, like her, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Part XVIII

Her bladder woke Maggie in the morning. Mike was spooning her, his arms around her, with his right hand cupping her left breast. She smiled, remembering last night. As she moved away from her son, she became aware of the stickiness on the inside of her thighs, eliciting a wider grin. 

She made it out of bed without disturbing the source of her pleasure and padded into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped inside, then released her stream. The sound of the shower stirred Mike and he got out of bed and stumbled over the clothes on the floor, alerting him to where he had spent the night.