15 comments/ 65774 views/ 33 favorites Pinch Hitting for my Son By: regularguy13 A Summer Lovin' piece. All characters involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age. * Frank got up early as he did every day. The habits ingrained into you by 30 years of work cannot be undone by retiring. He stood on the cabin porch drinking his morning tea and watched the wispy fog roll off the lake. The birds perched in the tall oak trees chirped at the morning sun. Frank said, "It's going to be a beautiful day." Frank was at his cabin on the lake where he and his wife, Laura, and the kids had spent some many wonderful summers. It was also where he and Laura had planned to spend their golden years. That plan was shot to hell when his wife passed away five years ago. Cancer stole her from him. He was now a widowed sixty year old man who lived a solitary life. He spent his time fish and sculpting. We have all heard the Yiddish proverb "Man plans, God laughs". Frank's life was just another example. "Well old man, " Frank said out loud. "You need to tidy up the place. You have visitors coming." Frank had a son and two daughters. This place had been their playground. They still returned. His daughters' children loved being at the lake house. They enjoyed the same activities - chasing fireflies, swimming, catching fish and playing hide-and-seek in the woods - as their mothers did. Today Frank's son, Thomas, and his wife Connie were joining him. It would be a week's summer vacation for them. Thomas was a son to be proud of. He was a good man. He worked as a police officer in the city. Frank liked Connie. She was smart and pretty. She was an elementary teacher. As far as Frank could tell they loved one another and had a good marriage. Their biggest problem was that after ten years of marriage their union had not been blessed with children. They both desperately wanted kids. "HONK. HONK" The sound of a car horn blaring broke Frank out of his silent contemplation of the beauty around him. Next he heard the crush of wheels on gravel and then Tom hollering, "Hello Dad. Wow. It's great to be here again." Thomas got out of the car and stretched. He looked a lot like his father. They were both over six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Frank was lean from years of physical work. Tom was fit and muscular. Wrestling with criminals that don't want to be arrested requires a high level of fitness. Thomas took his job seriously and put in the effort to keep his body in shape. "Hello. It's always good to see you two," Frank called out. "Hello Dad," Connie said. She gave him a hug and a kiss in greeting. Connie was an attractive woman. She was 32 years old like her husband. She was of medium height and had shoulder length black hair. "Mmm." Frank moaned as he accepted her kiss and hugged her. She was fit too: cute butt, tapered waist and nice tits. A woman any man would be pleased to take to bed. "Connie you are looking good." "Thanks. I try," she responded sincerely. Connie worked a sedentary job and after 5 years of marriage she had let herself go. She had gained 25 pounds mostly on her ass and waist. The extra weight had made her look doughy, matronly definitely not sexy. Frank felt bad for them at that time. No husband wants a dumpy, over weight partner and he was sure that Connie didn't feel good about her super-sized self. She lost the weight 3 years ago when she and Tom got serious about having a baby. She incorporated an exercise regimen including yoga into her life. It worked wonders and soon she had regained her toned, attractive body. Frank always made it a point to compliment her on how nice she looked since she had worked so hard to return to her normal weight. Tom walked up to his dad and gave him a hard, firm handshake. "Need help unloading the car?" Frank asked. Without waiting for an answer, Frank opened a car door and grabbed a suitcase. "That's my dad," Tom said with a laugh. "If there is something to be done, he jumps right in to help." Connie and Tom grabbed stuff and the trio trudged off to the cabin. They all referred to the home as "The Cabin". It really was a nice well-equipped four bedroom house. It was rustic in appearance and décor. Owning this nice cabin in the woods was quite an accomplishment for a high school dropout like Frank. What Frank lacked in schooling he made up for in hard work and street-smarts. Frank had been a stone mason. He was able to do the foundation, concrete and brick work on the cabin. He bartered his skills to other tradesmen to get the plumbing, HVAC, dry walling and electrical done. He and Laura did the painting. This middle class couple ended up with a very nice lake front property. The house had a kitchen, a great room, full bathroom and two bedrooms on the first floor. The second floor had another full bath and two more bedrooms. "Since you two are over 18, I'll let you sleep downstairs." "Thanks Dad," Tom said with a grin. It was a long running family joke that kids were banished to the upstairs' bedrooms. They were not allowed downstairs after 10:00 p.m. When the kids questioned their parents about why they had to stay upstairs, Frank and his wife would say it was so they could get some well-deserved peace and quiet. As the kids got older, they learned it was so their parents could have unencumbered sex. Connie and Tom got settled in. The three of them moved to the back porch. They settled in rocking chairs and enjoyed a warm beverage. They all admired the scenery and talked. Frank got caught up on events of the big city and he filled them in on the news concerning their extended family. Eventually the conversation made its way to the subject that dominated Tom's thoughts. "Dad, as you know Connie and I want children. We have been trying." Tom reached over and lovingly grabbed his wife's hand. Connie smiled at him appreciation his gesture. Tom continued, "We've been talking to our doctors and following their advice. You know, be healthy -- vitamins, eat the right things, exercise, and . . ." Frank interrupted his son to inject some levity into the situation by saying, "And having sex often!" Connie and Tom blushed at the mention of sex. Connie answered, "Yes and it is good sex. Tom is a considerate lover," Connie said and smiled at her husband. Tom said, "They told us that 95% of couples under 35 get pregnant after two years of trying. We have been trying for three years. " Tom's face showed his high level of the frustration over their failure. "It's looking like we will have to use some complicated and expensive methods if we want kids," Tom explained. " Their conversation was interrupted by Thomas' cell phone ringing. "Sergeant Strong here." Tom listened intently to the speaker. It was his lieutenant. "Yes sir. . . . . . I understand. . .. . . . I'm leaving now." "Dad, Connie I'm sorry, but something big has come up. I need to return to the city." "I understand," Frank said. Connie nodded. Ten years as a police officer's wife had taught her that when duty called, Tom would answer. "I'll get back as soon as I can. This may take a couple of days." Tom didn't have to pack. He just grabbed the bag he had carried in a little while ago and was off. Frank looked at Connie and said, "I know you are used to that, but it has to be hard on you. It must be tough knowing that at any moment your plans can be dashed." "Ten years later and it doesn't get any easier to accept. I am proud of what he does. Thanks for noticing. How about we get a real drink and fix lunch?" "Wine okay? I've found a new Riesling that I think you'll like." "A white wine sounds good. Set me up barkeep." The two shared a bottle of crisp white wine while eating poached fresh trout over greens. They dined on the sundeck. They watched the lake and listened to the birds. It was an idyllic setting and made for an enjoyable meal." After lunch, Connie announced, "If it's okay with you, I think I will take it easy . . . read a novel and get some sun." "Sure. Anything you want. This is your vacation. I will putter around in my studio." Connie changed into her bathing suit, re-filled her wine glass, grabbed her newest trashy novel and then positioned her lounge chair on the sundeck. Connie kept her floppy hat on, but removed her cover-up exposing a cute yellow polka dot bikini. The sundeck was located between the cabin and the boathouse/art studio. Frank looked out his studio window and saw Connie. "There's a pretty girl in a pretty suit." He grabbed his sketch pad and headed to the sundeck. "Connie, would you mind if I draw you? I would appreciate a new subject. I could use a break from sketching bowls of fruit," Frank said and then laughed. "Do I need to do anything special?" "No. You are fine as you are." "Okay then. " "I think I'll titled this one "Lady with floppy hat" or maybe "Bobby Hylan"." Connie laughed and said, "Bobby Hylan? Where did that come from?" "That's what's wrong with our country today! No one knows the rich wonderful history of these United States anymore!" Frank said pretending to rant. Connie gave him a confused look. Frank broke into song in a barely passable singing voice, "She was afraid to come out of the locker she was as nervous as she could be she was afraid to come out of the locker she was afraid that somebody would see One two three four tell the people what she wore It was an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini that she wore for the first time today an Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini so in the locker she wanted to stay" Connie laughed. Frank looked hurt and said, "I'm assuming the laughter is due to the song lyrics not the performance." "Of course, you were wonderful, but what does this have to do with Bobby?" "Bobby Hylan sang that song. In August of 1960 it became the #1 song in the country." "Sorry to be so slow to pick up your reference. Can I say in my defense that I wasn't born until 1978?" "Ok. I'll let you skate on that one. I sometimes forget that I am as old as dirt." Connie returned to her book and Frank got busy with his charcoal stick. After 5 minutes, Connie put her book down and started to cry. Frank asked with concern, "Connie, are you all right?" "I'm sorry to break down like this." She continued to sob. Frank came over and sat beside her. He said, "Tell me what's wrong." Connie wiped her tears and said, "You know Tom and I are having trouble getting pregnant. Well, we've have some tests and it appears our problem is . . . well Tom doesn't produce much sperm and the sperm he makes aren't particular good swimmers." Frank's face showed his concern. He nodded encouraging her to go on. Connie said, "The doctors have methods that they say could help us get pregnant but they cost so much. You know school teacher and police officers don't make a ton of money." "Connie, you know I'd be glad to help." "Dad, it can cost $20,000 to undergo in vitro fertilization and if it doesn't work the first time, a second round is another $7000. We don't have that kind of money." Frank had a pained expression on his face. He wished he could help, but he didn't have that kind of money either. Connie said, "Dad, I don't want your money." Frank was confused. Connie stopped crying and said, "Frank, you fathered three beautiful children. Would you father one with me?" Frank didn't see that coming. He stood up and backed away from Connie. "No. I can't." "Please Dad, listen. This could work. Tom and I would get a beautiful child that shares our genetic make-up. And this way we avoid the invasive procedures and the outrageous costs. Tom would be so happy. No one will ever know." Frank kept backing away. "No. I can't." Frank left the deck. Connie cried again. ^^^ Frank avoided Connie for the rest of the afternoon. He grilled a catfish he caught and the two had a somber dinner. The dinner conversation was limited to "Pass the green beans" and such. Frank was still in shock. Connie was so embarrassed. She had embarrassed herself and her father. After helping clean up, Connie poured herself two fingers of Jack Daniels on the rocks. Frank took his neat. Connie drank hers on the sundeck. Frank went out on the front porch. Connie thought "I had so hoped Dad would agree to my plan, but he says he can't." Connie down the rest of her drink and poured herself another. She mused over Frank's response. She wondered "Maybe I can change his mind. Why can't' he? Is he unable to get it up? He seems healthy and his equipment looked okay on the Fourth of July when we all went skinny dipping in the lake." Connie sipped and thought some more. "Maybe he's not sexual attracted to me? Or does he think that if he had sex with me he would be being unfaithful to Laura? Or is he worried he would be wronging Tom?" Connie mused out loud. "I need to talk with him." Connie went to the bathroom to freshen up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Since she had lost weight she felt like her old attractive self again. "I could undo a button." She undid two buttons on her blouse. Her cleavage was on display. "Hell. If you're going to turn it up bitch go all the way." Connie unhooked her bra and took it off pulling it through her sleeve. Hard nipples dented the front of her shirt. Connie fluffed up her hair and marched out to the front porch. "Dad, can we talk?" When Frank did not object, Connie grabbed a chair and sat down in front of him. Her modest bosom bounced about as she sat. Frank noticed the jiggling flesh. Connie said, "I know my request is unusual. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Let me try to put your mind at ease. You know I'm not coming on to you. I'm only asking because you are Tom's only male relative. If I want a "Strong" child there is no one else to ask. And you know I'm not doing this to hurt Tom. We love each other deeply. He will be so thrilled when he learns I am pregnant. A child will bring us even closer together." "I understand where you are coming from Connie. I just can't." Connie continued to plead her case, "I hope you don't think I am being disrespectful to Laura. She loved you, her kids and her grandchildren. Wouldn't she be pleased if there was another grandchild? And pleased for Tom to be a father?" "Well yes." Connie leaned forward. Her breasts practically rolled out of her shirt. She said, "Is it me?" "No of course not. You are a handsome woman." Frank could not stop his eyes from focusing on her chest. Her womanly charms were on full display right in front him. "Is it you?" Connie slid out of her chair and knelt in between Frank's legs. She put a hand on his thighs and slid it up towards his crotch. She said," Are you afraid you can't perform?" Connie touched his genitals. She felt his dick unfolding growing hard in his pants. She stroked him through his clothes. Connie smiled. She was pleased to learn it was not an equipment problem. She said, "There may be snow on the roof, but there's still a fire in the furnace. Frank please. What is it everyone says about you? If there is a job to be done, Frank is always the first to lend a hand. " She massaged Frank to a full blown erection. Frank was hard and horny. Frank gently pulled her hand away. She sat back on her heels and look up hopefully at Frank. "Connie, it's been many years since I've been with a woman." "I understand. They tell me it's like riding a bike, you never forget how to." Frank smiled at Connie's little joke. Connie rubbed his crouch again. "It seems to me, you have what it takes." "How would we go about it? I can't see myself jerking off into . . ." Connie thought he might find masturbating into a container objectionable. Connie said, "No. We will do it the old fashion way. My doctors have told me that orgasming after your partner ejaculates into you can help pull sperm into the cervix increasing the chances of getting pregnant." Frank still had concerns. He said, "Connie, I don't know." "Frank, please have sex with me!" She pleaded. When that request went up answered, Connie ripped open her shirt baring her breasts fully to Frank. "What's it going to take Dad to get you to screw me? I need this." Frank sat there stoically. Connie said, "Do you know what women talk about when they are together? Men. Laura, your daughter and I have had some nice conversations while sharing a bottle of wine. Laura told us how lucky she was. You were a good man . . . a good lover . . . and an assman. " Frank was shocked that his wife had spoken so freely about their sex life. "Frank, I need you to have sex with me. Do it and I will give you my ass. " Connie gave him an innocent embarrassed looked before adding in a soft voice, "I'm an anal virgin." Connie thought she had lied convincingly. She told herself "I guess I'm more like a born again anal virgin. I haven't had a good ass fucking in over three years. Not since Tom and I got serious about getting me pregnant". Frank sat there will his mouth open. The offer appealed to him, it really appealed to him. He was an assman. He and Laura made anal sex a permanent feature of their active sex life, but still he did not agree. Frank's response was the same. He said, "I can't." Connie was getting desperate. She upped the ante, "Frank, get me pregnant and every year on the birthday of my child I will do whatever you want. A blowjob, make love, let you fuck me in the butt . . . whatever you want!" Connie climbed onto Frank's lap. She brought his hand to her bare breast and wiggled her soft round bottom on his hard cock. "Connie, when you put it like that how can I refuse? " "Yes!" Connie cried out in triumph. She celebrated by kissing him on the mouth for the first time in her life. "Now please remember you asked me to have sex with you. And you know there is no guarantee I will get you pregnant," he said. "Asked hell. I begged," Connie said. "And yes I know there is no guarantee." Connie jumped up and pulled Frank towards his bedroom. "I'm coming. I coming," he said happily. His mood finally matching Connie's. "Not yet old man. But soon. Real soon." Once in the bedroom Connie quickly stripped and then undressed Frank. She was pleased to see his hard dick. She said, "Dad, you have a nice cock." "Hold on, Connie. Let's take this a little slower." Connie had been frantic. With difficulty she forced herself to calm down. She stood quietly in front of him nude. "I'm guessing we are going to do this a couple of times to increase the odds of getting you pregnant." Connie nodded. " I only know one way to have sex and that is to make love to. Can we take it slow, respect one another and do this in a loving manner?" Connie was struck by what he said. "You're right Dad. This is a serious, important undertaking. Let's do it in a reverent manner. " "Good. Thank you," Frank said. "Can I take a moment and look at you?" "Okay." Frank turned the bedside lamp on. He put a hand on her chin and lifted it slightly. He studied her face. Connie was so young in comparison to Frank. Her face did not bear the signs of aging, the wrinkles and deep lines that he saw in his mirror every morning. Her hair was jet black in color and lustrous. He slid his hand down her neck. The skin was taunt and flawless. His hand caressed her breast. She had a soft, but firm orb dotted by a pink nipple that sat on the upside slope of her breast. He thumbed her nipple and watched it contract and form a bigger, longer peak. Connie had agreed to Frank's condition to slow down because she had to. She needed his sperm. She would have been glad to take it anyway she could get it - from a cup or a quick fuck. Her only goal was to get pregnant. Frank's approach was humanizing the process. The way he was looking at her and touching her made her feel special, feel beautiful. She was glad he had insisted on it. Pinch Hitting for my Son With Frank, her offspring would not be conceived in love, but at least by two people who understood and respected the nature and the value of what they were doing. "My God you're special. So young, so beautiful," Frank gushed. Frank kissed the erect nipple he had coaxed to full hardness. Then he latched on to it and sucked . Connie sighed. Frank fondled her other breast. It had been 20 years since he had held a breast this firm. Laura had nice tits but time and gravity had taken their toll. It made Frank feel young to caress this young flesh. Frank spent a few minutes enjoying Connie's boobs. Connie grew aroused from the attention. Her pussy was getting damp. She yearned for him to explore her sex. Frank stepped back and ran his hands down Connie's waist. She was fit her stomach flat. His eyes were drawn to her shaven sex. She just had a tuff of black fur above her vagina. Frank ran his hand through her sparse pubic hair and down to her bare sex. Connie moaned in pleasure again. She drove her hip into his hand increasing their contact and her pleasure. "Wow! This is something I have never experience," Frank said in awe. Frank unabashedly dropped to one knee and stuck his face in her hairless vagina. "Darling, this is special. You shave." "Yes," Connie said breathlessly. "Thank you. Bless you. Praise God!" Frank was running his hand all over her sex. "It's so smooth, so soft and so beautiful." Frank leaned in and kissed her gash. "Oh and it tastes so good." Frank again pressed his lips to her cunt and lapped up her juices. Connie spread her legs to give him better access to her honey pot. Frank had to force himself to stop. He wanted to complete his examination of her youthful body. It had been six long years since he had had sex and although he enjoyed making love to Laura she was a woman in her mid-fifties then. Her body couldn't compare to this ripe thirty-two year old. Frank drew back from her pussy. Connie moaned her disapproval. Frank place his hands on her hips and spun her around. It was time to check out her caboose. Frank indeed was an assman and her ass was worthy of study. It was round, firm and lovely. Frank pushed gently on the small of Connie's back. "Bend over sweetheart." Connie complied. Her shaved pussy popped back into view as did her butthole. Frank reverently ran a finger down her butt crack and across her anus. He told himself "Oh yes I will be tapping that." "Thank you. You can stand up now." Frank's heart was pounding in his chest. He was also breathing harder. He kissed a butt cheek and sat back on his heels. He completed his inspection by running his hands down her legs. She had soft thighs, firm calves and slender ankles. "Perfection. Connie you are beautiful, wonderful . . . perfect." Frank sat on the edge of the bed. Connie stood in front of him and beamed. "I'm so happy you insisted we slow down. This is a wonderful way to begin our baby making process. You have taken away all my jitters. I feel great. You have made me feel beautiful. I am totally aroused and ready for you." Connie leaned in and kissed Frank passionately on the lips. He returned the kiss with equal fervor. As they kissed Connie crawled onto his lap. The kissing continued and progressed to open mouth kisses. Heartbeats and respiration rates increased as did the temperature and passion of the participants. Connie pulled back and smiled broadly at Frank. She had notice that his erection no longer pressed firmly into her body. She slipped to her knees and enveloped his dick. "Oh my!. Oh Connie," Frank called out as the young woman worked her mouth on his penis. She polished his crown, stiffened his shaft and soon had him flying at full staff. Connie released his turgid member and gently pushed him into the middle on the back. She crawled on the bed and soon straddled him. She thought it might be best if she was on top. She wasn't sure due to his age how well he would perform. She grabbed his erection and guided it home. Slowly she sank on it impaling herself on his thick hardness and loving every second. "OH yea. That feels good. So thick, so hard. Fill me Dad. Fill me up." Frank response was a gasp and a sigh. "Oh . . .Ahhh! It has been so long," he lamented. Connie moaned again as she bottomed out. She sat there a moment enjoying the feeling of fullness. Frank too enjoyed their union. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight. Everything a man could hope for. Connie rocked her hips driving her clit against his shaft and pubic bone. She sighed unashamedly . She was enjoying Frank's cock. Frank move in rhythm with Connie. They started out slowly and built up to some rather fierce fucking. Frank reached up and pulled on her pink nipples. Connie hissed in returned loving his rough treatment of her stiff nips. "Oh Frank. Oh yes. I cumming," Connie said on the verge of ecstasy. "OH . . .Ugh...God!" was Frank's guttural utterance announcing his orgasm. Frank came with a gush sending his semen into her womb. Connie felt the warm wetness spreading inside her. She increased her tempo and achieved release as well. "Oh . . . Oh God . . . OH GOD Yes!" Connie spasmed and her pussy clamped down on Frank's cock. They were locked together sharing their orgasmic bliss. Eventually Connie tumbled off him and lay gasping, sweating beside him. Frank too struggled for air. It took him a moment before he could say, "Ready for round two?" They both broke up and laughed loudly. When they had calmed down, Frank pulled Connie to him and held her. He played with her breasts as he confessed, "Sorry about my sub-standard sexual performance. I'm not what I once was, but I'm still great at cuddling. I don't have the blood flow I did as a younger man. I can fuck, but my erections are shorter and not as firm, bad news for you. I don't have the mind blowing, explosive orgasm I did in the past. Bad news for me. My doc says that's just the way it is." Connie listened without judgment. She kissed and then spooned her body against his. "It's okay Dad. I enjoyed the sex. We women don't orgasm every time. Tonight I had a big orgasm. But most important, you were there for me. I asked you to try to help me and you did." Frank felt better after the conversation. Connie was understanding, kind and grateful. "Sleep with me," Frank requested. Connie sighed contentedly and snuggled up against his lean body. "I'd love to." "I don't snore too bad, but watch out for morning wood. If I wake up with a big one, I'm going to spread that tight little pussy of yours." Frank punctuated his sentence by humping her ass with his flaccid penis. Connie laughed and said, "You can call me a slut, but right now I want to get pregnant. I'll take all the cock you can give me." Frank joined her in laughing at her crude comment. ^^^ Frank woke bright and earlier as he did every morning. He broke out in a smile seeing the naked back of a nude young woman in his bed. He also had a raging hard-on. Frank pulled the covers down exposing her ass. It was a fine ass -- big, round and most importantly in his bed. Frank licked his fingers and rubbed the tip of his prick. He licked them again and rubbed her pretty shaven sex. Then he slide over to her and proceeded to slip a hard one into her. Connie woke, groaned and spread her legs. "Mmm . . . Morning Dad. You really know how to start a girl's day off right. That's a nice hard cock." Connie rubbed her clit to increase her lubrication level and she rolled her hips into his burying Frank's morning erection into her vagina. Frank grabbed a titty and slowly, methodically screwed his daughter. Three minutes later he came inside her. Connie milked his cock and then waited letting him enjoy his orgasm. Connie turned to face him and kissed him. "Thank you for your contribution. I'll try to put it to good use. That was a nice way to wake up. I enjoy a leisurely morning screw, but for some reason I rarely climax so don't take it personal. How about we say you owe me one and I'll collect after lunch." "You bet. Connie, not only are you beautiful and a great fuck, but you're a real sweetheart." "Thanks, Dad." "Connie, please start calling me Frank. I feel like a dirty old man already for having sex with you. When you call me Dad it makes what we are doing seem especially sordid, like incest." Connie laughed, "Now that you mention it, it does seem creepy having sex with DAD. Frank it is. Frank, I'm going to lie in bed and marinate in your sperm for 15 minutes. Go clean up and get dressed. Go fishing or whatever you normally do. How about we have lunch at 12:30 and do it again." "I can have sex , go fishing and then have more sex? You are the best woman in the world!" Frank kissed her and headed to the bathroom. ^^^ Connie had a pleasant easy morning. She was in such a good mood because of the prospect of getting pregnant. She called Tom and got no answer. That wasn't unusual. When he was on a case he often was unavailable. Connie talked to herself as she puttered about, "I've had two good screws. If I'm lucky I can get a couple more before Tom returns or the rest of the family shows up." Connie went searching for Laura's stash. She had a feeling Frank had not thrown out all her stuff. She found Laura's enema bag. "Laura, I knew you had to have one of these." She filled it with warm water and added two drops of Ivory dishwashing detergent. She put a beach towel on the bathroom floor and hung the enema solution on the shower rod. Connie stripped naked and lay on her side on the towel. She coated a finger with Vaseline and shoved it into her butt. Connie lubed her ass and stretched her sphincter muscle. Then she inserted the enema nozzle in her behind. She released the clip and let a quart of warm soapy water flow into her colon. Her plan was to endure the bloating feeling for fifteen minutes and then expel the fluid. Her ass would be clean and ready for Frank's cock. Tom opened the bathroom door to find has wife naked lying on the floor. "TOM!" Connie cried out in surprise and embarrassment. "Sorry to barge in on you, honey. What are you doing?" He looked at her and then up at the enema bag. "Ah . . .Ah . . " Connie stuttered struggling to come up with a suitable answer for her husband. Tom saw the bag and the hose. He asked, "Where does that hose go?" "It's in my butt," a thoroughly embarrassed Connie confessed. "Why?" Tom asked. Before his wife could think of a reasonable answer, he said, "Oh . . . you're constipated. " Tom had unknowingly thrown her a lifeline. Connie grasped it and said, "Ah . . .Yeah. Sweetheart, I'm so embarrassed you found me like this. Please let me finish this. I'll join you on the sundeck in a bit." "Sure thing." As Tom closed the bathroom door Connie lied again and called out, "Honey, I am so glad you're here." Tom grabbed his bag and took it to their room. He changed into some shorts and headed out to the sundeck. He saw his father returning to the dock and went out to meet his boat. "Hi Dad. How was the fishing?" "Hey Tom. You made it back. Great," Frank lied convincingly. He told himself "Damm. Looks like I will be missing out on my afternoon romp with Connie". Frank pulled the boat into the dock and threw his son a rope to tie it up. He hoisted up a string of three lake trout. "I had a great morning son," Frank said being complete honesty this time. The men cleaned the fish and headed up to the house. Connie had completed her cleanse and met them in the kitchen. She kissed her husband and said, "Boys, give me those fish. I'll fry them up for lunch. Grab a beer. I'll call you went lunch is ready." "That's a mighty fine wife you have there, Tom," Frank said. He winked at Connie and added. "She's perfect." The trio had a pleasant lunch. Afterwards, Connie grabbed her husband and dragged him to her bedroom. She fucked the shit out of him. "Might as well add your contribution to this effort" Connie though as she orgasmed on his dick. As they dressed, Tom said, "I don't know what got into you, but that was great." "I love you Tom. I really, really love you," Connie said earnestly. "I love you too," Tom replied and they kissed passionately again. They came out to the sundeck and found Frank reading a copy of "Outdoors Man" magazine. He looked up at them and said in a deadpan manner, "Would you two mind straightening the pictures on the living room wall? There was a terrible racket, for some reason the whole house was shaking and all the pictures are askew." Connie and Tom laughed. Their faces reddened. The held hands and went for a hike in the woods. ^^^ Before dinner time Tom's phone rang. "Sergeant Strong here." He listened for a bit and then hung up. "Fuck! The God Damm idiots at the county jail mistakenly let out the bastard that I just arrested. I have to go back to town and catch him again before he skips town. Damn it all!" Tom stood and addressed his family. "Sorry guys, I've got to go again." "We understand," Connie said. She walked him to the car and kissed him good-bye. When she returned, she said, "Frank, I have never been more embarrassed in my life." She had his interest. Frank turned towards her and listened. "Tom surprised me by coming back unannounced." "Me too." "Frank, he found me naked on the bathroom floor getting an enema. I was washing my ass out for you and Tom walked in." "Woah!" "Yes. Woah. Lucky for me the big lug thought I was constipated and not ramping up for anal sex." Frank listened and stared at her. They had indeed dodged a bullet. Connie stood and said, "Let's not waste a perfectly prepared ass. You have been doing your part. I'm ready to live up to my end of the bargain. Get off your ass old man and get into mine." Frank was on his feet in half a second. He grasped her hand and pulled her to his bedroom. He softly shoved her in and said, "Strip. I'll go get the KY jelly." Connie giggled. Frank was so a 'man on a mission'. She pulled her clothes off and sat on his bed wearing only her underwear. Frank hurried into the room. He has kicking a shoe off, pulling his shirt over his head and clutching the K-Y. "Look at you, the ultimate multi-tasked," Connie said laughing. She helped him remove his clothes. His erection was hard and firm. It was bigger than yesterday's. "You look to be up for this job." "You were right calling me an assman. I love ass. Today is a special day. First, It's been a long time since I had a piece. Second, this is the first time I will have you and third, you are an anal virgin. So get those panties off now!" Frank yanked on her panties. Connie laughed. She held them up with both hands and ran away from him. "Come here you little minx," Frank said pretending to be angry. Connie squealed and cried out as she hopped away. Frank dove on the bed and grabbed her. They rolled about on the bed. Frank attempted to pull down her panties. Connie playfully thwarted his efforts. "Ahh! No. No . No!" Connie playfully screamed. "Yes.Yes. Yes!" Frank answered. Finally Frank pinned her down. He said, "Connie. Connie look at me." Connie was caught under him, but she still twisted about trying to get away. "Connie, "Frank said softly like he was reasoning with a six year who had been caught red handed stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. "Sweetie, are you going to take this ass fucking like a good girl?" "Yes, Dad." Frank said, "Good. Good girl. Now take your panties off and roll onto your stomach." "Yes Daddy." Connie took off her underwear and kicked them across the room. The she rolled over. She put her head on the pillow and slid her knees under her chest. She presented her ass to Frank. She was completely submissive and totally exposed. Frank stared at the object of his affection, the object of his obsession. He let out a loud wolf whistle. "Zeeet zeere. That is Grade A. Yep, that is one mighty fine keister." Frank reached out and touched it reverently. He light caressed her ass cheeks and then softly ran a finger down her crack. Connie giggled, "That tickles." "Let me make all better." Frank kissed and caressed her butt. He took his time. One hand touched every inch of her plump, round behind while the other dipped down into her sex. He masturbated her while he adored and worshiped her tush. He dipped a finger into her honey pot and spread the fragrant lubricant all over her pussy. She moaned. She jumped when Frank's wondering finger bumped her clitoris. Frank kissed her anus over and over again. His lips lingered on the puckered area and his tongue penetrated her anal opening. It was difficult to get in and at first he only got the tip in, but perseverance paid off. Of course, there was no rush on Frank's part. This was part of the game he loved to play so why not drag it out? "Mmm that feels good," Connie cooed. She was moving. Trying to get more of his tongue in her backside and more of his hand in her twat. The occasionally finger dipping into her vagina was driving her crazy. It felt good, but it did not satisfy. "More Frank give me more. Sink a finger into each hole. I need more." Frank lick both his index fingers and then he slid them inside her. "Like this?" "Oh God. Yeah! That's more like it." Frank sawed his fingers in and out of her orifices. Connie's body sagged. She groaned and concentrated on the good feelings Frank's actions were generating. "Ohhhhh." Frank dribbled the K-Y jelly on her ass. She flinched. It was cold. He rubbed it around her rosebud and then into her butt. One finger became two fingers in her ass. Connie was breathing through her mouth now. Frank could hear her panting. Frank put the K-Y on his cunt hand and slid two fingers inside her pussy and ran his thumb across her clit. "Oh yea. That's the ticket," Connie said encouragingly. Frank stopped the in and out movement in her butt. He used the two fingers to tug on her sphincter. He pulled against the taunt circular muscle stretching it, loosen her up for a bigger object. Frank was always a gentleman. Before he would take his fun, he made sure his partner got hers. He dropped his mouth to her cunt . Between the use of his tongue, fingers and thumb, he soon had Connie quaking. She could feel the spring-like tension building up inside her. Instead of welcoming it, she fought it. Experience had taught her that an orgasm delayed was a bigger, better, soul searing climax. She fought to hold off. Frank was methodically and determined to please. His assault finally overwhelmed her. "No. no. Oh god. OH My GOD!" Connie came. She came hard. Her body froze. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her breathing ceased. She rode a wave of orgasmic pleasure the likes of which she could not recall. Mercifully, Frank disengaged his tongue and fingers and let the poor girl enjoy and recover. Time stood still for Connie. She said nothing. Heard nothing. She felt everything. Every pleasure producing nerve in her body was firing off at the same time. Frank held her tight. Suddenly Connie took a large intake of air. She had realized it had been a while since she had drawn a breath. Air allowed speech. "Frank . . .that was wonderful. I don't think words exist to say how great that was. . . But I think I know how to thank you." Connie laughed and shook her pretty derriere signally to him it was his turn for pleasure. Frank got the K-Y and lubed his iron rod of a prick. He rubbed a generous amount on and in her anus. He slowly worked a finger from each hand into her and gently pulled, stretching the muscle guarding the object of his desire. "I'll take it nice and slow. Let me stretch you out some more. Try to relax. This is not meant to hurt so holler if you feel any pain." Pinch Hitting for my Son "Oh don't worry about me buster. I'll sing out loud and clear if it hurts." Frank rested the tip of his cock on her crinkled opening and pressed forward. "Okay baby. Nice and easy just like when my finger went in." Frank pushed the head of his cock inside her. Connie was huffing and puffing. Through gritted teeth she said, "That's no finger." "Hum for me, Connie. " "What?" Frank spoke calmly and quietly trying to re-assure the nervous woman. "Hum any sound. Humming can be a form of meditation. Humming reduces the number of thoughts that can fill your head. When you are humming there is no room for over thinking. You won't be able to worry about me tearing up your ass or splitting you in two. Humming combined with deep breathing is a good way to relax and let go of tension." "What the hell," Connie said. "Hummm ...hum." Connie thought it was silly, but she gave it a try. She was surprised to discover that it worked. She concentrated on the sound and the vibration she was making and her body relaxed. Frank could tell. "Good. Good girl." He slowly stuffed a few inches in her. When she noticed and tensed up, he stopped. They hummed together. A calmness settle over Connie. Frank slid his whole swollen penis inside her without inflicting any pain. He held himself still and let his partner get use to the intruder in her back door. "Connie, I'm all in," he announced. "That didn't hurt. It was not what I expect. I felt pressure. I feel stuffed. But no pain." "Let's fuck," frank said. He reached down and diddled her clit. He began making slight movements with his cock, short in-and-out movements. "Mmm." Connie moaned appreciating his efforts on her button. Frank continued to increase his range on movement. Pretty soon he had both hands on her hips and he was almost completely pulling his dick out of her poop chute. "Ohhh." Connie called out. She was beginning to enjoy his cock in her butt. "Rub you clit. Connie, where is my dick?" "My ass. Your big dick is in my ass." Frank fucked her as he talked to her. "Do you like my big dick in your ass?' "Yes. Fuck my ass." Connie was now an active participant. She was shoving her butt into Frank as he forcefully drove into her. The collisions were powerful. His dangling testicles slapped up against her slit. They rutted fiercely. Two hungry sexually aroused sweaty beasts concentrating on the pleasure derived from their point of union. "Connie, I wish you could see my thick dick spreading your magnificent ass!" "I can't see it, but I can feel it. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me with your big dick." The view, the pleasure, the tightness of her rosebud when added to her dirty talk was too much for Frank. He fired off coating her colon with blasts of jism. "Oh dear Lord!. OH!" He cried out. Connie felt his dick pulsate inside her ass. She enjoyed his last thrust. It was so hard, so deep. Her finger became a blur as she frigged herself over the finish line. "Ah ... Ah . . . Oh! . . .Yes!" Frank slumped onto Connie's sweat-covered back. He gasped for air and enjoyed his climax. Connie's body spasmed, She shot her legs out and the pair tumbled onto their sides. Connie pushed his hot body off her over-heated body. She focused on breathing and pleasure. The pure pleasure that pulsate from her head to her toes. His dick deflated and slipped out of her butt. The lovers fell asleep in a heap. Cum oozed out of Connie's abused ass. ^^^ Frank woke and found himself tangled in a sheet and in Connie's extremities. His hand was wet and sticky. It had been in a puddle of their combined fluids. Frank said, "Yuck," then chuckled. "One of the hazards of wild sex. " He removed himself from the bed. He used the toilet and took a quick shower. He walked back into the room towel drying his hair. Connie said, "Hello lover. That . . .That was intense. I'm sore, but I loved it. We will have to do that again." Frank leaned down kissed her and copped a feel. He said, "Yes ma'am. That was great. You were great. Just don't expect anything more from me today. We missed dinner. Why don't you hop in the shower. I will rustle up some grub." ^^^ Frank dressed in boxers put together a steak salad. He figured they both needed some protein. Connie sauntered in with a towel wrapped around her head. She was wearing her see-though swim cover-all. It covered nothing. Frank smiled in appreciation of her nudity. He arched his eyebrows acknowledging her risqué outfit. "I just don't feel like wearing clothes. All my nerves are still so sensitive." "Now you understand why Laura and I had the 'no kids downstairs after 10:00 pm rule'." They ate dinner and snuggled on the sofa watching television. They went to bed when the movie ended and slept together nude. This time there was no hot and steamy sex. ^^^ Connie woke first. She slipped out of bed to pee and brush her teeth. When she returned, she crawled under the covers and took Frank's penis into her mouth. It was partial erect. "Mmm . . . What a lovely way to start the day," Frank murmured Frank groped Connie's bare ass as she gave him head. Connie pulled off him when he was sufficiently hard. Then she straddled him and stabbed her cunt with his little sword. "Ahhh . . . Morning sir. I'm afraid my intentions are completely self-serving. Abby and Charlotte are arriving today around noon. I want to make sure I get at least one shot of baby-making juice today so let's get to it." Frank drove into her hard bucking her off his thighs. "Oh!" Connie called out in surprise. She cried out again, "Oh my!" when gravity caused her to plunge down hard on Frank's big cock. "Is that what you had in mind?" he asked kidding. "Ah actual no. I think I want to be like the tortoise today, you know slow and steady wins the race. Let's have lots of this." She leaned down and kissed Frank. Her tongue danced in his mouth. They fucked leisurely, sometimes not even moving at all. All the while, they kissed passionately. Both enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact, the breathy kisses and the heat of their partner. . Twenty minutes later Connie sat up. "Come here," she said. Frank sat up and she pulled his face to her breasts. "Suck," she commanded. Frank worked her tits over thoroughly. They were kissed, caressed, tweaked and sucked. He concentrated 100% on her boobs. His cock was inside her , but he didn't move it. Connie was in charge of activities below the waist. She rocked her hips, moved them in circles and at times bounced on his prick bringing pleasure to both of them. Connie was so wet fluid ran down her thighs. She was completely aroused. She had had a couple of mini orgasms. She was now ready for the big one. "Frank," Connie said hungrily, "I am close. Oh . . . it feels like a big one. Let's cum together." She started riding him hard and fast. Through clinched teeth she hissed, "Pull on my nipples. PULL them hard." Frank dropped back on his back. Connie put her hands on his chest to support herself as she bucked hard into him. He reached up and pulled on her nipples. He pulled them as far as they would stretch and then let them snap back. Her breasts were jiggling and bouncing about. Her nipples were dark red showing the signs of the level of abuse Frank was dishing out. Connie's eyes rolled back into her head. She was like a woman possessed frantically humping his cock. Frank continued to pull and pinch her nipples hard. She cried out. At first Frank thought it was in pain, "AHH owwlll." Then he felt her pussy grab his cock. He fought hard to jam it into her a couple more times. The heat and friction was incredible. He came. She came. Her face contorted. Her eyes were shut tightly. Her mouth was wide open and moving, yet no sound escaped. Then she slumped on him limp as a wet dishrag. They held on to each other. Two over-heated bodies wet from sweat lay in a heap. Their hearts pounded away as fast as the heart of a little hummingbird. Later when Connie was able to speak she said, "Oh my God Frank that was a good one. I bet that one does the job. You came so hard and in such volume. I think I could swim to the bathroom." "Connie you are one good fuck. I thought you were going to kill me." "You're welcome," She said with a big smile. Connie gave him a loud smooch. "Shower?" Frank inquired. "Definitely." The two lovers staggered into the hall bathroom and got into the shower. They were washing one another and doing a very thorough job. Frank was currently working on her boobs. He enjoyed the slickness and slippery feel the soap and water imparted to her breasts. He currently had them coated with a fine layer of bubbles. He was tweaking her nipples building them up to form perfect points. Connie was focused on his cock. She was polishing his rod to a rock solid hardness. She had him fully erect. Then they heard Abby calling, "Hello? Dad? Anybody?" They also heard the sounds of footsteps. Abby, her husband and kids had arrived earlier than expected. Frank and Connie clutched one another in the shower. Frank shut off the water. They were terrorized by the possibility, the probability that soon they will be discovered naked and together in the shower. They heard one of the kids say, "Mommy I have to go to the bathroom real bad." "Honey, it's just down the hall." Connie pushed Frank out of the tub. She whispered, "Hurry. The door's unlock." She pulled the shower curtain back and hid. The door started to open. Frank grabbed a towel and held it in front of his body. "Oh . . . Hey Andrew. You're here already." "Grandpa, I have to go. It hurts." Abby and the rest of the crew came following the sound of Frank's voice. Frank stood in the doorway and leaned his head out into the hall and said, "Hi everyone. Ah . . . You caught me in the shower. I'll be out in a few minutes." While Frank was speaking the five year old wiggled past him. Abby said, "Sorry Pops. The kids were so excited about coming here today. They were driving me crazy so I threw them all in the car and we got here earlier than we had originally planned. " Frank could hear Andrew peeing in the toilet. Frank now held the towel in one hand in front of his privates and used his other hand to wipe the dripping water and nervous sweat out of his eyes. "Abby, I understand completely. When children get excited they can be a handful. " The kid flushed and again snuck around Frank. As Andrew dashed past his grandfather, his movement pushed Frank's towel aside. Frank's hard-on was now exposed to his daughter. Abby announced to her clan, "Everyone outside on the sundeck." She tapped the swollen head of her father's cock and said in a quiet voice, "We'll get out of way. I see you have some unfinished business to attend to. Honestly, can guys take a shower without masturbating?" Abby left the question hanging in the air as she walked away. Frank just stood there. He was awakened from his stupor by Connie whispering, "Are they all gone?" Frank stepped out into the hall and looked around. "Yes, the coast is clear." Connie wrapped herself in a towel and fled down the hall. ^^^ Charlotte and her brood showed up just before noon. Her son and daughter hopped out of the car and instantly were playing with their cousins. The rest of the afternoon was a kaleidoscope of activities. The kids ran about, explored the woods, fished off the dock or swam. The air was filled with the smell of grilling hot dogs and a constant cacophony of sound. Frank was in the middle of all the activity. Around three o'clock all the grown- ups were sitting on the sundeck drinking adult beverages. The alcohol helped them deal with the kids' constant screaming and squealing. It required at least two drinks to completely immunize your brain. Connie downed her second drink and said, "Frank, is now a good time to go to the studio?" "Huh? What .. ." "You know, so we can work on my project." "Ah ... oh sure." Charlotte asked, "What are you making?" Connie giggled and said, "A present for Tom." Frank could not believe her boldness. He guffawed and then tried to cover up his laughter by coughing. He pounded on his chest trying to sell the coughing fit. Abby asked with concern, "Did something go in the wrong place? That made Connie think about her recent anal experience and she said, "Is there such a thing as the wrong place?" Frank's coughing/laughing fit got much worse. He knew exactly what she was hinting at. The rest of the adults were confused by her comment. They wrote off the odd comment to the alcohol. Connie and Frank went into the studio. "Wow! You are out of control with what you are saying." "I am a playful little minx." She pulled the door's shade down and locked the deadbolt. Then she pushed Frank up against the door and kissed him hard on the lips. Her hand went to his genitals. She breathily whispered in his ear, "How about a quick fuck, baby-maker?" "Here? Now?" "Yes." She ran to the large window over-looking the sundeck. She waved at her relatives and closed the curtain. "There. We have a few minutes of privacy. Do me," she demanded. Connie removed her clothes. She looked around for a suitable spot to have sex. She decided upon the circular model stand. It was a large version of a 'Lazy Susan'. It was a 4 foot wide circular table a foot off the ground that could spin around. She climbed up on it and got on her hands and knees. "Fuck me doggie style." Frank hesitated. He could hear adults talking and children playing outside. He looked at Connie. She was naked and so inviting. Her tits hung away from her chest enhancing their size. She spun the table until her ass face him. She wet a finger and slid it inside her pussy. In a voice dripping with sex she said, "This is where you stick it in case you've forgotten." She looked hot. Frank said, "We should have time for a quick one." Frank walked over to her. He groped her tits pulling hard on her hard nipples. "Ahhh," she sighed. Then adding, "Drop those shorts and bring your cock to my mouth." Frank had always been pretty good at following orders. He executed these quickly. "Mmmm," he moaned when her warm mouth enveloped his manhood. Frank pawed at her swing tits while Connie sucked him to full hardness. When he was ready, he spun the table until her ass face him. He playfully tapped his dick against her anus. "I'd like to, but time is short. Fuck me," Connie demanded. "Oh yea, "Connie cried out as Frank sunk his cock into her willing vagina. Frank drilled her cunt. The sex was rushed and fierce. Frank came quickly, but that was not a problem. That was the plan. Connie dropped down on her elbows and rested her forehead on the table after the intense encounter. Frank stood watching his cock pump the last of his load inside Connie. He lingered enjoying the view and his orgasm. Their respite was broken by the sound of a door opening. Abby and Charlotte entered through the boathouse door. "We want to see this present you are working on, "Charlotte called out. In another second they would turn a corner and be in the studio. At first, Connie and Frank froze hearing the intruders behind them. Connie's head flew up and she was once again on her hands and knees. Frank grabbed a near-by sculpting smock and tossed it on. He tied it as quickly as possible. The apron-like piece of apparel covered his front from his knees to high on his chest. Only if you were beside him or behind him would you realize he was naked underneath. Frank didn't have time to cover Connie. He did turn the table so her ass and just fucked twat did not face his daughters. "Oh high guys," Frank tried to sound causal. Connie was frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights. Her eyes were huge. She was scared speechless. "I told you so," said Abby. "Connie's present is a naughty statue of herself." Charlotte said, "Connie, Tom will love it. Your boobs look huge and fabulous. " The women walked up to Connie. As they moved so did Frank. He kept them directly in front of him hiding his bare ass. He pleaded with them, "Abby, Charlotte, we are working. Please give my model some privacy." Frank's daughters were now right next to Connie. Abby stroked Connie's face and brushed a lock of black hair out of her eyes. Abby said , "She doesn't look embarrassed. She is positively glowing. Her skin is flush. I think she enjoys being on display." Charlotte stood beside Connie. She stroked her like she was a cat. Charlotte's hand started on Connie's head ran down the back of her neck then to her shoulder then around her side to her breast which she followed to Connie's tightly peaked nipple. Charlotte said, "Yes glowing. Her skin is so smooth and soft. Abby and Charlotte continued to move. They were circling the recently fucked woman who was sporty a large creampie. Frank moved the table so his daughters could not see Connie's just fucked pussy. Frank was worried that they soon would discover the sordid secret. Frank decided to go on the offensive. He rushed his girls with his arms spread wide. He shouted, "Out. Out." Frank herded them to the door. He undid the deadbolt. As Abby and Charlotte were sweep out the door. Abby said, "Connie you look beautiful. Tom will love your present." Charlotte echoed her sister's statement. "Yes Connie. Very sexy. Dad, if I wanted something like this..." Frank interrupted her, "Out. We will talk later." Frank pushed his daughters out the door. Exhausted by the tension of the situation, Frank slumped against the door and slid down to the floor. Connie, who a second ago was about to burst into tears, laughed. Her body shook as she was racked with laughter. ^^^ Frank and Connie laid low until dinnertime avoiding everyone. The Strong clan had a chaotic and noisy dinner. After dessert, the kids went inside to watch a Disney film. The grown-ups drank wine under the stars on the deck. Connie had finally recovered from the stressful ordeal of almost being found out in the studio. The wine helped, a lot. The guys were on one side of the deck talking sports. The women were gathered together and were talking about kids. Connie was not very involved in this conversation. She hummed and sipped her wine. Abby turned to her and said, "Connie, are you a big hummer?" "Pardon?" Abby said, "I heard you humming. Charlotte is a big hummer sometimes twice a week. I wondered if you are a big hummer too." Charlotte blushed and complained, "Abby! You stop right now!" Connie was confused. Abby was teasing her sister. It was an inside joke between the two sisters. Connie said, "I'm sorry. What are we talking about?" "Nothing," Charlotte said definitively. Abby knew she was getting under her sister's skin. She was having fun teasing her younger sister. She decided to keep going. Abby said, "Some people use humming as a form of mediation to calm the mind and to relax the body." "ABBY!" Charlotte shouted in a threatening manner. Connie cautiously said, "Ah . . . I think I've heard something about that." Abby had had enough to drink that she was ready to spill family secrets. She said, "You know my mom and dad married young and had two kids within two years. Mom was afraid she would end up with a dozen kids if she didn't do something. She went on the pill. That solved her family planning issue, but it caused her problems with blood clots so her doctor took her off the pill." Charlotte was fuming. She sat there with her arms crossed and stared daggers at her sister. Abby took a drink of wine and continued. "As Mom tells the story, she was not going to deny herself or her man good sex. She embraced anal sex as the answer. You've heard my Mom. She was a big believe that a solid sex life was the key to a solid marriage. " Pinch Hitting for my Son Connie said, "Yes. Your mom mentioned her 'good sex theory' to me more than a few times." Connie laughed and added, "I was beginning to wonder if Tom was putting her up to it." Abby laughed. Charlotte's face registered a slight smile. Connie asked, "Why didn't they just use condoms?" Abby answered, "Oh Dad has a terrible allergy to the material condoms are made of .. . actually life threatening. The first time he wore one, he went into anaphylaxis shock and lost consciousness. In Mom's version of the story, she says that she thought she had fucked him to death. " Abby continued, "So instead of abstinence or following the rhythm method, Mom embraced anal. Do you have anal sex?" Connie lied and said, "No. Well, I tried once and it hurt. I don't know if Tom is too big or I am too chicken." "Mom said any woman can take any cock if she uses lubricant and learns to relax. For her the key to relaxing was humming. See I finally got around to humming. The goal is to clear you mind and relax your body. You can't think about two things at once. Mom found that if she hummed and focused on the humming, she couldn't worry about all the stuff that scared her - how big the dick is? how small her asshole is? did she use enough lubricant? how bad it is going to hurt? and on and on . . ." Connie didn't want to open up to Frank's daughters about her anal sex experiences so she lied again. "Yea that sounds like my list," Connie said. "My ass was as tight as a drum." Abby nodded in agreement. Then she continued the story. "So here is the part that Charlotte was trying to suppress. She inherited Mom's problem with taking the pill and Dad's allergy problem about using condoms SO like Mom she takes it up the ass A LOT. Abby paused for effect. Everyone looked at Charlotte whose face was so red with embarrassment it practically glowed. Abby ended her story with one more line. "So my little sister is a big HUMMER and hearing you humming tonight reminded me." Connie felt bad for Charlotte. What Abby did was wrong and hurtful. She said, "Charlotte sex is sex. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I suck Tom off all the time. Well, I did until we started trying to have a baby. Now I get fucked a lot. Whatever works for you and your husband should be your own business." Charlotte was grateful Connie did not look down on her because of her proclivity. She also though it was nice of Connie to confess that she was a big cock-sucker. The women shared a smile. Connie was curious about how effective Laura's anal sex regimen really was. "Abby, so was anal sex the only type of birth control your mother used?" "For many years yes. She had a difficult delivery with Charlotte and her doctor told her under no circumstances was she to have another child. To be absolutely sure that Mom never got pregnant again, Dad had a vasectomy," "WHAT?" Connie's mind shouted. She was shock by that bit of information. Her jawed dropped she was so surprised. Then her blood began to boil. Her mind screamed "That bastard! Frank was been fucking me supposedly to get me pregnant and he's firing blanks!" Frank had looked over and saw that Abby and Connie were having a long conversation. He was curious about the topic. He had slid away from his sons so he could hear what Abby was saying. He learned that Connie had discovered his secret. He was uneasy and wondered how she would react. He walked to the far side on the deck, leaned against the rail and looked out on the lake. Connie felt like running over to Frank and yelling, cursing and pummeling him -- better yet castrating him. However, she took a breath and thought it through. She could make a big scene, but then what? Everyone would want to know what brought on the attack. The news that she and Frank had been having sex might get out. Tom would be upset not withstanding her good intentions of trying to get him a baby. Connie calmly said," I think I'll refill my glass. Can I get anyone anything?" Charlotte and Abby declined. Connie walked over to where Frank was. She said nothing and stared daggers -- no it was more like the Death Star's planet destroying super laser. She stood there and stared. Finally she hissed, "I just learned about your vasectomy. I asked you to help me get pregnant and you've don't tell me?" "I did. I told you "I can't do it" many, many times. You begged me to try, remember?" Connie did remember. Flustered she said, "Yes, but .. ." "But nothing. I was honest with you from the start. You wouldn't accept 'I can't" as an answer." "I didn't know you were unable to father a child. . ." Frank said,"You didn't think I meant "I can't" when I said "I can't"?" Connie stared up at him. He was right. It killed her to admit it, but he had been honest with her. She had begged him to have sex with her and yes, she had agreed that there was no guarantee that having sex with Frank would get her pregnant. Still she fumed. She was mad at him and angry with herself. Frank smiled seeing a look of recognition and resignation come over her face. He said gently , "Connie, be careful what you ask for."