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Autumn on Cape Cod

By: Egmont Grigor



The first month of fall on Cape Cod hosted by Debra, his only aunt and her husband Gene had come as one of those invitations only a newt would decline, so Danny Fellows quit his job as a financial consultant and headed for the US, figuring to stay in for six months -- spending the other five months wandering around. 

Entry was no problem because although he was a New Zealand national his parents were American; his mom had traveled to Debra's home then in San Francisco to ensure Victoria was born in America. His mom arrived four days to spare and the expected 'Victoria' turned out to be a Daniel (Danny) -- Victoria came along eighteen months later. Twenty-seven years of mainly good times went by and the cheerful young man with passions running deep left for his third visit to the US but this was his first to the east coast.

To Danny's dismay, within two hours of checking into his LA hotel he received an urgent phone call.

"Hi Danny, it's Aunt Debra. How are you?"

"Tired."

"Well don't go chasing young women all hours and your tiredness will magically disappear," she cackled. "Listen, could you postpone you visit for a couple of months? Gene's sister in England has died so we're going for the funeral and plan to stay a few weeks roaming around. Sorry to drop this on you dear but deaths rarely are convenient."

"I'm in LA, arrived less than three hours ago."

"Oh my, what do you want to do?"

"Stay at your summer house as arranged -- I won't wreck it."

It was arranged that the visit should proceed; the door keys would be left with the neighbors, the Blake's. He was told Charlotte Blake would be asked to keep an eye on him.

The flight from Boston in the 9-seater Cessna of about thirty minutes filled Danny with a sense of holiday adventure because it was low flying and so a scenic, particularly when the elbow-shaped Cape Cod came into view. He was surprised at the great length of the cape, The plane landed at the very tip and it was a short ride to his destination of Provincetown, known as the landing place of the Pilgrims in 1620, Nowadays it's famous as a popular summer resort and for trips out for whale watching.

Danny knocked at the address of the Blake's in the short street between the arterial Bradford Street and main seafront commercial thoroughfare thoughtfully named Commercial Street. A disheveled young woman of about twenty-two answered the door giving him anything but a welcoming smile,"Yes."

"Charlotte Black?"

"It's Blake - no, my mother and father are visiting friends in Barnstable."

"I'm Danny Fellows, Debra Shirley's nephew. I'm here to pick up the key to her house."

The young woman disappeared for thirty seconds without a word, returned with the keys which she handed to Danny and closed the door, again without speaking.

"Rude bitch," he muttered, leaving the house, which showed need of some repairs, and repainting and turning into the smart three-level house next-door where Uncle Gene obvious kept well up with maintenance. It was painted white with blue trim and flair in design gave it character not matched by other elderly dwellings in the street. His aunt and uncle lived there five to six months of the year and the other months lived in their retirement apartment in Florida. He unlocked the door muttering "Rude bitch" again.

A stack of notes awaited him on the kitchen table. Danny found beer in the fridge so uncapped a bottle and sucking his wet lunch began reading. The first was a note from Debra welcoming him, saying he was lucky arriving in early fall, as the summer crush would be over. If he saw men walking round arm-in-arm or women behaving amorously he was not to worry -- there was nothing wrong with the water; Provincetown had acquired the tag of a top holiday destination for gay men and lesbian women. 'We conventional couples have learned to live with it.'

Gene had written out a pile of instructions regarding the operation and maintenance of various amenities including air-conditioning, boiler, securing the house, the bicycles and recommended places for eating and shopping.

Gene wrote: 'Replace everything you use' while Debra had scrawled under that, 'You just use anything you wish; you're our guest'. Some houses were virtually touching and some did so there were no side views, the backyard was small and uninteresting as was the property behind it. Debra had left a note pinned to the bed in the master bedroom -- 'Sleep here Danny'. It had an en suite that probably was once a study as it had a second door out to the passage. Narrow stairs led to the loft which was essentially a storage area but there was a sofa and coffee table at one end at the floor to ceiling windows and he found out why -- it was higher than neighboring buildings so there were great views along Commercial Street and out into Cape Cod Bay. A note on the table from Debra stated: "View great sunsets and boating activity from here."

In the garden shed he found two near-new mountain bikes and grinned because he knew from pre-visit reading there were great bike trails on the peninsula. Debra's note read: 'Try to lure Chelsea Blake out for a bike ride; she's recovering from a near rape. Watch Charlotte -- she has a reputation for being amorous with a penchant for young men'.

Later when out for a stroll to look over the township Danny optimistically purchased some condoms in case Charlotte took a fancy to him - "If I could be so lucky," he grinned but he wasn't worried. During his arrival and brief walk he'd already noticed the females seemed to outnumber the males. When having coffee on the waterfront he received several stares and even soft smiles from women.

Back at the house Danny started to read a 'Things to Do around Provincetown' and he dozed off, only to be awoken by somebody thumping on the door. He opened it and a woman virtually pushed her way in. She turned and said, "Ohmigod."

"What?"

"You."

The woman was looking at a closed cropped blond guy with tight natural curls, about 6ft two in height with pale blue eyes, square jaw below the friendly smile and a body that appeared to be in peak condition.

She stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth, pushing her chest against him harder than necessary, he thought, to ensure he felt her big tits. "Hello -- I'm Charlotte," said the attractive forty-two or perhaps forty-three year old devoid of make up, even lipstick, with a bit of a belly and a dress far too short for her age but her pins appeared great.

"P-pleased to meet you," Danny said, stepping back and feeling trapped, although the door was still open.

"Welcome to our little patch Danny. Dinner will be at 7:00 -- no need to dress or bring anything. My husband's name is John and our daughter Chelsea lives with us but has become a recluse, doing little but read and paint. John and I hope your presence will help bring her out of her shell. Three guys took to her on the beach last summer when it was still light but a couple of gays who heard her screams came to her rescue -- thank God. So be prepared for strange behavior but she does answer when spoken to. I think I'm going to like you, I mean really like you."

Right, I have condoms. Danny thought that but actually said, "It's lovely meeting you Charlotte -- I hope to see a lot of you."

She looked bemused and went to say something but thought better of it. "Till seven then, you have a cute accent."

Charlotte answered the door knock, kissed Danny and placed his left hand on her breast. "Oh, goodness me what am I doing," she whispered, removing his hand. "My thoughts are racing away on me."

Dark-hair John was slim, friendly and worked in coastal marine inspection based back towards the more populous centers of the cape. He poured Charlotte a gin and tonic and he and Danny choose beer; they most listened to Charlotte until Chelsea arrived at 7:25 to assist her mom serve.

"This is lovely," Danny said as Charlotte handed him his plate of fish pie and greens.

"There's more or leave some if it's too much," she said with the openness of old-fashion hospitality.

Glancing at the younger woman he said, "I met you this morning. I wasn't aware your name was Chelsea."

"Yes."

"Will you walk though the town with me tomorrow pointing out places of interest?"

Charlotte and John exchanged alarmed looks and there was no immediate answer.

"You'll be safe with me."

"Not tomorrow -- next day if that's okay?"

"Yes, I'm here to relax rather than to rush into everything."

She looked up from her plate. "Do you like art?"

Charlotte and John looked at their daughter in surprise.

"Yes, my preferences are portraits and landscapes. Do you paint?"

"Yes, but only portraits and landscapes."

Danny was aware Charlotte was struggling to contain herself and hoped she wouldn't butt in; she didn't but it appeared to be a struggle.

"My understanding is they are different disciplines; you must have the right type of mind that gives you the required flexibility."

"I'm only average but improving -- come see examples of my work," Chelsea said standing and walking from the table.

Danny looked at Charlotte who was smiling hugely; she waved him off and he excused himself and strode after Chelsea. She gathered up her long skirt to negotiate the stairs and he could see she had her mom's great lower legs. Danny assumed under those voluptuous clothes lay a flat belly and a great pair of tits; she didn't look over-weight.

"I was almost raped last summer."

"I know, Aunt Debra told me and asked me to try to coax life back into you."

Chelsea was silent for a moment and then, "You call a spade a spade."

"What is there to hide? If I'm coming on too strong for you tell me to bugger off."

"What?"

"Oh -- it's a New Zealand expression used to emphasis the request to go away."

Thinking about that Chelsea said, "I don't want you to go away."

"That's fine -- I'm here for a month. Just keep calm with me, tell me if I'm pushing you too hard and be open to gradual re-immersion."

"What's that?"

Danny said she knew what he meant and she said shyly that yes, she did.

The upper floor comprised a storeroom, bathroom and a huge area with large end windows and skylights that was both her bedroom and studio. One wall was almost completely covered with framed paintings. There was an array -- some much better than others.

Danny looked at them slowly and she stood beside him, not quite touching, looking at each painting as he viewed it, neither of them commenting until the inspection ended.

"I call this display my development years; frankly some are quite awful. Now we shall look at paintings I have completed since last summer; I didn't paint for two months after that shocking experience -- just read and cried, refusing to go out. But one day I felt like resuming and began painting and knew I was painting much better, as if I'd matured."

She placed a metal V-frame on her worktable that opened wide at the top and stepped back. It contained perhaps thirty-five paintings. 

Danny went through them slowly, taking a little longer at a most beautiful profile of Aunt Debra. He continued through sunsets and seascapes and townscapes viewed from the windows of that room. Then he said "Wow!"

Chelsea was sitting on a stool beyond him. "My mom?"

He'd earlier looked at a full frontal of Charlotte, nude and hands up behind her head rolling her hair into a bun; he resisted licking his lips. "No, it's you undressed at the window."

"Do you like it?"

"Love it."

"Then keep it."

"Thank you but no -- it's too personal. Perhaps by the end of the month I may have changed my mind."

He continued the inspection and one from the end said, "If this one is available I'd like it." It was a simple landscape of a view down sand hills to the beach and windless ocean with cotton-like white clouds in a blue sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Pull it out; I'll drop it in for framing when we walk through town the day after tomorrow. No -- with you traveling you'd better have it contained in a tube. Technically it's my best to date, I feel I'm stepping up to the next level -- I painted it from memory."

"It is beautiful; I shall own it with the additional pride of knowing the artist."

"We must return to cold fish pie -- thank you for your encouraging comments but you didn't comment on that final painting."

"May I? I thought it was too personal."

She didn't reply. It was a painting of a woman's breasts -- close up from the neck down to include the navel. 

"Lovely and so natural -- you have the uplift of youth so I knew they were not your mother's. The coloring is fantastic and you have captured the right breast hanging lower which is quite common with a lot of women."

"You sound experienced."

"I have viewed a great many paintings over the years." This time her smile was a little more apparent as if she was beginning to bond slightly; well they had begun well at the table where she's obviously had stepped up her inter-action, judging by the responses of her parents.

Charlotte jumped up and fetched their dinners from the oven warmer and then returned with a bottle of white wine and four glasses. "Chelsea?"

"No thank you -- don't you remember I was near-drunk on that awful night."

"Pour her half a glass Charlotte," Danny said. "I'll drink it if you don't Chelsea."

Chelsea sat with downcast eyes, not protesting.

Charlotte poured Danny a glass and topped up her and John's glasses -- obviously they'd gone through the first bottle.

"Cheers," said John and the three of them lifted their glasses in salute.

"If you feel comfortable join the toast a take a sip Chelsea."

She gave a startled look at Danny for saying that and turned to look at the doorway.

"You don't have to flee," he said kindly. "Neither are you being compelled to drink a little wine. You just decided where you'd like to be. Think of your painting -- you don't move up a step unless the effort is made."

She picked up her glass as said 'cheers'.

"Oh God," Charlotte said becoming emotional, wiping her eyes.

"Chelsea would prefer no big deal is made about this."

Chelsea shot Danny a grateful look and Charlotte sniffed, "Of course. The maximum temperature is expected to hover around to 70-72 deg. for the next few days and drop to around 59-60 deg. over night. This is the weather I love Danny," Charlotte said. "Although there are still plenty of visitors around and will to flock here until around the middle of next month, it's nowhere as over-powering as the summer invasion."

"You've come at the best time of year; I love autumn too," Chelsea said. "Perhaps later in the week you'll accompany me bike-riding and wait while I do some sketches."

Her parents gulped at their wine, pretending nothing extraordinary was happening.

* * *

Danny returned from a long bike ride next day just before 1:00 and as he returned from putting the bike away Charlotte met him at the front door.

"Hi, Danny. I've come over to make your bed and do some housekeeping."

"I made it before I went out."

"Would you like to mess it up again?"

Danny looked at Charlotte and she met his gaze.

"I know I'm not completely unattractive to younger men," she said coolly. "I suspect you're interested."

Danny licked his lips before realizing what he was doing and then saw the look of triumph in her eyes. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it with you."

"Thank you," she said and added helpfully, "Well, unlock the door."

She followed Danny in. 

He expressed his misgivings. "Look, if Chelsea finds out it could shatter the progress she is making."

"I won't be telling her, will you?"

"No."

"Well then, go have a shower while I make you a sandwich and fetch a cool drink. John took Chelsea for a regular appointment with a psychologist this morning and she'll stay with friends and come home with him around 5:30. By then I'll be home preparing dinner and everything will be normal. I have a liking for young men but promise I won't hound you and if something should develop between you and Chelsea I'll back right off."

Danny mumbled he was off to shower. He showered quickly and returned to the kitchen where she was loading his food on to his plate. He wondered nervously how would they start -- it seemed a waste of time for her to be watching him while he ate and drank; he didn't have to worry. As he bit into the sandwich Charlotte dropped her shorts, removed her shirt and pulled out her heavy breasts and pushed the bra under them for support. She pulled Danny's chair out and around, unzipped him and sank to her knees; after two or three licks she took in a real mouthful. He groaned in approval and reached for a plump breast and began working it.

Danny kidded himself she'd be too much for him; she was robust, sucking him right up to the hairs on his belly, her tongue wrapping around his dick as one hand stroked the lower half up and down and her other was rolling and squeezing his balls; he was relieved she didn't have three hands otherwise his ass would have been a goner. She was sounding almost incomprehensible but he listened to try to make sense of it -- "I want your dripping cock slammed right up my cunt and two fingers working my ass." He almost panicked, wondering if he should yank out his phone and call 999. But no, unless they judged it to be an emergency he's be sent home in disgrace, declared being unfit to properly service an American women whose only crime was she loved to fuck young guys senseless.

Those wicked thoughts made him come in powerful squirts and Charlotte rolled her eyes as she failed to cope. Thick white cum flowed out of both corners of her mouth and she pulled away she groaned, "Jumping jackass jerk-offs."

Huh?

When she recovered she charged -- "You big clown, you almost drowned me."

He led her to the bedroom thinking if she played around she shouldn't be sucking guys without a condom on.

"I'm dripping on the polished floors," she complained, ignoring him. He replied she could mop the floors in the morning when she did the housework. "What do you charge?"

"Nothing to you; Debra fixed it up. I work at the bank Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings so these puddles will stay until tomorrow afternoon."

"It's okay, I know where the mop is kept," Danny grinned.

"How do you want me?"

"Kneeling as close to the edge of the bed as possible."

"Will this be an ass fuck?"

"No-o-o; I'm a clean living New Zealand boy," he said solemnly, rolling on a lime green condom.

Danny rammed her oozing cunt; she squealed, yelling for him to stop. He tried doing that but she yelled why was he flagging. Eventually she bellowed like a cow with a veterinarian' arm stuck into her ass and began heaving so Danny gratefully shot into his condom, relieved he hadn't wilted before she did. For a woman who might not do any exercise, she had great stamina,

She collapsed on to her belly. "Gawd, that was a massive fuck -- you contributed a bit as well."

"Have a nap; I'll bring you coffee and a sandwich in fifteen minutes then it's off home for you."

When he'd rolled on the condom Danny had thought of the consequences of fucking Charlotte; apart from the aspect of adultery there was the threat to his emerging relationship with Chelsea but Charlotte had assured him that with perfect management everything would be kept under wraps. The other thing was should he fuck Chelsea if the opportunity came up, when he knew he'd fucked her mom? That was too difficult for him to answer on the brink of pushing into pussy so he thought probably not, but then again perhaps why not so he licked the pussy being opened wide for him and sunk into it.

Charlotte looked out on to the street carefully before opening the door; there was nothing she could do about neighbors peeking through curtains. She said. "I'll try to walk home with my legs fairly close together looking normal, rather than looking bow-legged." Stepping on to the porch she invited Danny to come to dinner.


Autumn on Cape Cod



"First let's see what Chelsea does but don't coax her; I'd like the thought of her wanting me at the table rather than finding me there."

"Good thinking. What painting did she give you -- the nude of her I suppose?"

"I had the choice and there were three possibilities but I chose the outstanding painting in my opinion."

"Ruffled Dunes?"

"Yes."

"You certainly have impressed her -- she was going to enter it in the autumn art contest next month."

"Well she still can and she can send it on to me."

"Where to?"

"At this moment I'm undecided. I might do some papers and register as a financial consultant in this state. I took my BA and then MA in finance extramurally so I've had nine years' accountancy-financial consultancy experience so easily meet the minimum practical experience requirements in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and perhaps in all other states. I'll be required to have my academic qualifications verified for acceptability and my experience confirmed before what add-ons are required for registration. I may be able to do that work extramurally while working in a non-consultancy role for a stockbroker or bank in say research."

"It sounds a bit too highbrow for me darling -- Debra has a computer and left the passwords for you; log in somewhere suitable and make an application to be assessed."

Danny had a nap and was at the computer when there was a knock at the door. It was Chelsea.

"Hi, have a good day?"

"Excellent -- went for a long bike ride in the morning to reconnect with pedal power."

"Good. What about the afternoon?"

"Just fooled around."

"That sounds interesting. Would you like me to ask mom if you can come to dinner?"

"Only if you want me there."

"I do," she said, not looking away.

"Fine -- tell your mom to call me. I'd like very much to join you guys again."

A very happy-looking Charlotte yelled to him through the open windows drinks at 7:00 followed by dinner. Danny had a long bath in scented water -- hoping every trace of Charlotte on him was thoroughly soaked away. He felt he had to avoid any chance of alerting the sensitive noses of daughter and husband -- Charlotte wore strong perfume -- and that made him ashamed of his behavior. There had been no need for the seduction really; he's gone longer than ten days without a fuck before this, much longer.

Hours later Danny left the house well pleased. Charlotte had made no effort to touch him or give horny little looks and John certainly didn't treat him any differently than to the previous evening; in fact John became quite emotional when the two women went out to serve dinner and he said to Danny, hand on his arm, "Thank you, thank you buddy; in just a few hours you've achieved far more with Chelsea than Charlotte and I, our friends and the psychologist have achieved in a year."

"Bonza mate, do the same thing for my mutt," responded Danny as if speaking a foreign language. For an uneasy moment Danny thought John was going to cry.

"I'll see you to the door," Charlotte said, when Danny was ready to leave.

"I'll do that mom, Chelsea said all but taking Danny's arm. He looked back to say the final goodnight but instead waved to John and witnessed a moving sight -- Charlotte sobbing into John's shoulder because their daughter had just taken another huge step into her recovery.

"What do you want to do in the morning Chelsea?" Danny said at the door.

"I'll bring coffee and you buy food on the way. I want you to cycle with me to Herring Cove Beach for early breakfast and then I'll sketch. The beach will still be well populated because it's rated as one of the best in America so we'll need bathing suits -- although you can go down to the gay or lesbian sections and sunbath nude if you wish."

"Right, I'll skip that; anything else?"

"Be at your gate at 7:00." She offered a cheek so Danny kissed it lightly.

* * *

They set off just before 7:00. A girl in the French bread and pastries section of a store recognized Chelsea and made quite a fuss of her. Chelsea looked uncomfortably but coped and when Danny was introduced Michelle was astonished that Chelsea knew someone as handsome as Danny -- her words -- who was all the way from New Zealand. Outside the store as she packed the rolls into her saddle bags Chelsea said, "I'm sorry if that was embarrassing for you."

"It's okay," Danny said carefully. "I'm still surprised at how full-on American females can become on over trivia but I'm dealing with it."

After riding west and skirting the isolated municipal airfield they arrived at the sand hills above Herring Cove and locked their bikes to the so-called 'Fence of a Hundred Bicycles' alongside another three bikes. "It's such a beautiful day by mid-morning this rack will be filled," she said.

They rambled along to the family section of the beach, Danny carrying the saddlebags, and they prepared to have breakfast. He removed his shirt and shorts to stand in just a brief pair of Speedos.

"God, I'd love to paint you," Chelsea said coloring, looking at the tanned body with wide shoulders and narrow hips and strong looking thighs.

"Am I to see you in your bathers?"

"I-I..."

He looked away to tear open the paper bags and received the call: "What do you think -- you've seen the side-on painting of me fully nude?"

He looked and saw the rather full breasts, thought smaller than her mother's, straining against the bikini top. The bottom piece in the same material was cut in the style of frilly high-cut boy's shorts."

He turned to appraise her, raised an eyebrow and said "Very nice" and turned to pull out the coffee mugs."

"Well -- do I get dressed again?" she asked nervously.

"Please yourself."

"I mean, what do you want me to do?"

"Eat breakfast and then sketch on the beach dressed for the beach; I rather like the look of your body and expect one day to see it fully nude. But if you want to bundle up like an Old Maid..."

"I don't; I'll stay as I am thank you."

"Good, so smack your ivories around this piece of fattener and say you enjoy life."

Chelsea bit into the pain au chocolat, closed her eyes and whispered, "I enjoy life."

"Louder."

"I enjoy life."

"Much louder."

"I enjoy life!" she yelled.

Danny patted her shoulder and said good girl. She barked and they laughed.

They ate briefly in silence and then, licking her fingers Chelsea asked, "Why would you want to see me nude?"

"As part of mounting passion -- you would be wanting me to mount you to have sex."

"What!"

"Keep calm."

"No! How could you think that?"

"Are we here on the beach for breakfast or to have a senseless argument? The past is always behind us -- your period of feeling shamed is over and you know it and I know it."

Chelsea's shoulders slumped -- "You knew it from the moment you saw me; I could feel it. At first I was alarmed and then became curious -- I wanted to find out what made you so different."

Danny explained he's grown up on a farm and loved animals. He's cared for birds with a broken wing, lambs without mothers and learned to approach colts and fillies and calves when they'd flee from most other people -- "Except my mother."

She asked, "You liken me to an animal?"

"In a way -- a young critter that had been injured and remains frightened."

Chelsea took another pain au chocolat and said she meant only to have one. "You know, what you've just said is not far removed from the truth -- I was mentally injured and felt the shame. Those three guys were arrested and the court sentenced them to community work. I fear seeing them again even though dad says they've left the county."

"Then we must try to get them back here or take you to each of them to allow you to face your fear."

"Is that what you believe?"

"No, I've said the past cannot be brought back. You need to let go."

"That's exactly what my psychologist says -- don't you see, you are agreeing with him?"

"I'm just saying what I think. Do you really know what I think about you?"

"No -- tell me."

"What's wrong with you lies in your head, just like a virus in computer memory; it just needs to be exorcised and you control that. I suggest you do it and start by canceling all future appointments with your psychologist. You don't need him or her because you are no wimp -- you are an able-bodied personal able to haul herself out of trouble. You resume contact with your old girl friends and then go and find yourself a decent boyfriend."

She grinned, "Well I won't have to do that this month if you agree to stick around me."

"I said a decent guy. I don't commit and play around with females in a wide range of ages."

"Like my mother for instance?"

Danny's gut appeared to knot but he knew not to falter while he had her attention like this. "If you like, she is still damn attractive."

"Yes, and a slut although she remains the mom I love. I know she plays around and try to convince myself that dad doesn't know."

"Does he?"

"I really don't know. All you have to do is give my mom the eye and she'll come knocking of you door."

"Will you ever come knocking on my door?"

It was a risk but also a diversion and seemed to work.

Arms around her knees Chelsea looked at the slow wheeling seagulls beyond the line of tiny breakers. "I don't find the prospect unappealing."

"Coffee?"

Thank you, she said, staring out to sea, now lost in thought.

Danny went off at an angle to avoid disturbing Chelsea and waded out into the sea that was rather a little cool but dove under and swam powerfully. As he returned to the beach there was a scream and a slash and Chelsea landed beside them. She shouted -- "I'm out of here," so he followed. She'd brought both towels down. They stood, towels over their shoulders and warming up again as she pointed to faint splash out in the distance and said, "Whales, probably humpbacks." They were too far out to see detail but the sight of the splashing made Danny think of fishing. He asked Chelsea would she like to go out fishing in the morning and without hesitation she said yes.

She spent the next three hours sketching and then they were off back home. As Danny was pushing his cycle through the gate he called, "Want to join me here for lunch?"

"No thanks, mom will be waiting for me," she waved cheerfully.

Danny had expected that knock-back so was not disappointed. They were beginning to bond, and despite a couple of hiccups, were doing so warmly.

Two minutes later there was a knock on the front door.

"I've come knocking," Chelsea said, blushing. "Mom left a note saying she was out for lunch with the girls -- her friends."

"Right -- come in. I had decided to take a nap and have late lunch though that can be changed."

"No don't -- I feel like a nap -- it's been a big day for me. Can I lie beside you?"

"Of course -- I'm in the big bed."

As they went into the bedroom Chelsea bent over and picked up an earring; Danny who was following only just missed colliding with her. His heart sank when he saw what she was holding."

"Oh look -- mom's ear-ring, I'm sure. It must have dropped off when she was cleaning."

"Or when she was in bed with me," Danny said, fatalistically.

"She'd drop more than an ear-ring if she were in bed with you," Chelsea laughed. "Gawd, what a coarse remark to make. I'll go this side, okay?"

"That's fine."

"Are we going to undress?"

"Er, just down to our briefs."

"Okay but keep your hands to yourself, young man."

Danny turned on his side, facing the window, and she bounced around a bit, unsettled. Finally she came right in against him and folded an arm across his belly. "Is this acceptable?"

He croaked yes. Her restlessness ceased and soon he was hearing the measured breathing rate of a young woman asleep. He closed his eyes and the next minute -- actually two hours later -- she stirred him awake and he rolled on to his back. She was leaning on an elbow, chin on her palm.

"Nice tits," he murmured.

She giggled and said he was naughty and should call them breasts. "Play with my tits if you wish."

"Er."

"Er what?"

"Are you ready for this?"

She smiled and said it was part of her cure. She looked down as he played with the swinging breast and then with a little cry collapsed on to him and they began kissing.

After a while Danny pushed away gently and said, "I'll prepare lunch." His kissed her forehead and noticed she looked happy and remained calm, although breathing a little heavily. He figured she'd been pushed and pulled herself far enough for today -- it was a matter of timing. Pussy and cock touching would have to wait.

On Sunday Danny took the Blake's to a restaurant for lunch. Danny and Chelsea walked hand-in-hand in front of the Blades along Commercial Street; the parents noted the number of younger women who called out "Hi Chelsea" as if she'd not been out of circulation for almost fourteen months; even more noticeable was some called "Hi Chelsea and Danny". Some of the later even stopped to talk and were introduced to Charlotte and John.

At the restaurant when walking to respective toilets, John said to his wife, "It's remarkable just how far Danny has drawn her out of her shell in just a week. Are they having an affair?"

"Miraculous I'd call it," Charlotte said. "No, although she's now spending a lot of time next-door with him including two late nights, she is not quite into that kind of relationship."

"How do you know?"

"Because I asked her -- she said we kiss and I bare my breasts to him but he won't touch me anywhere else yet. She thought he was taking her along gently."

"Christ, she talks that intimately with you?"

"Yes, of course. We are mother and daughter."

The next day Danny took Chelsea and five of her best paintings by rented car to Boston. They failed to excite any interest until the third gallery. The owner talked to Chelsea at length and said, "Okay, here's the deal: I'd like to represent you exclusively in Greater Boston; I'll take four of these and sell them on behalf at the commission specified in that contract in front of you but will pay you $3500 dollars for this nude of yourself right now and with no commission deducted. I have someone I know I can on-sell it to and recover that amount plus a good margin; it's up to you to decide."

Chelsea left the shop in a daze. "She said if what I say about the quality of 'Ruffled Dunes' is correct, she'll easily sell my paintings to average $3500 net each. Of course she'd have to sight them first."

"Yes, it's a wonderful moment for you. What will you do with the money?"

"What do you think I should do with it?"

"It's not my business."

"Come on, no whimping out -- the truth."

Danny looked uncomfortable. "Give every cent to your parents as a token of what they've done to you and present that nude painting of your mom to your father."

Chelsea looked at him open-mouthed and managed, "What a wonderful idea -- yes, they have been so wonderful and patient with me; the will be over the moon that's I'm thinking like this. Actually I had decided to give them $2500 but your suggestions are a far better act of love. Speaking of act of love, when are we going to do it?"

"When you're ready."

"I'm ready."

"Right, drop your knickers."

"We're in the middle of Newbury Street you idiot," she shrilled, overcome with laughter and almost wringing his arm off his shoulder.

They arrived home at dusk just before 7:00 after dropping off the vehicle, and on the walk to the house were colored by a beautiful sunset over the Atlantic. They bought some wine and went inside very happy.

"Hi mum, hi dad -- I'm staying the night with Danny. Okay?"

"Oh darling, how wonderful for you."

In contrast, her father coughed nervously and asked if she were sure that's what she wanted.

Danny poured the quality Californian sparkling wine and handed it around. "Chelsea has some exciting news."

"Mom, dad, thanks to the urgings of this lovely man I am now tied in with an art dealer in Boston. She likes my work and has actually purchased the self-nude. Here is the cash check which I am giving you two -- all $3500."

"What, all that just for one painting?" boggled her father.

Her mother said how wonderfully generous she was but they couldn't take the money.

"Mom, it's pittance compared with what you two must have spent on me in cash, time, energy and worry; it's yours, take it or I'll scream blue murder."

"Very well, thank you dear -- where are you going, I was about to kiss you?"

"Won't be a moment."

John asked Danny to talk Chelsea out of 'being so willfully generous'.

"No, it's not the right think to do." Danny slammed his fist into the heavy and very old wood table and winced in pain. 

Chelsea bounced back into the room, her face looking golden as it caught the last of the setting sun. "Dad, this is for you -- it will be worth several thousand dollars if I become really known -- perhaps even ten grand. I hope you never sell it."

John, who'd never been shown the painting looked at it, stunned. "Er, I don't think you should look at this Danny."

The other three laughed so John said sheepishly, "Okay -- but no touching."

They had a lovely evening and more toasting when Chelsea announced she would not be trying to find employment: that she would paint fulltime.

Her parents hugged her and said they would love occupying the house below the studio of a very famous artist from P-Town.

"Wait," Chelsea said excitedly, not that anyone was going anywhere. She raced away again and returned with another painting. Before turning it she said, "I started this a year ago and put it away because technically I felt it was a little beyond me. Well, in the past week I have worked on it a great deal and finished it late last night."

She spun it around. 

Danny was first to react. "A collector will want this. Leah's contract is only for those of your works sold in Boston so you should place it in a shop window here late next spring to catch the pre-summer building up."

"It's what I thought but I will put my price of $8000 net and send it to Leah to try to sell over the next seven months, indicating the date I want it returned if it hasn't sold."

"It's beautiful painting Chelsea," her mother said. "I adore it."

"Yeah, great -- really great," John said and he went "Wow" when Chelsea went out into the passage and returned with a quarter size version, the only difference being there was no thundercloud and there was a figure of a woman in the foreground who clearly was Charlotte.

"Here you are mom -- find a place for it by your bed."

Charlotte burst into tears.

The painting was a modernistic partial view of a distinctive part of Commercial Street with the buildings painted much brighter colors than reality with some of the chimney pots and aerials leaning over at angles. Above the row of buildings was an angry looking thundercloud sending a fork of lightening into a chimney pot. The look of P-Town was unmistakable.

"This painting will sell within days if Leah doesn't already have some collectors in mind," Danny predicted. "Young lady, tomorrow morning your first job is to enter my painting into the autumn art contest. We need to get you better known around here before we mount a small exhibition of your latest works in Leah's gallery in the spring."

"Yes master," she gurgled.

Everyone said goodnight in a very happy mood.

Danny then took Chelsea next-door to bed.

THE END