Chapter Forty-Two

I woke up slowly to somebody rubbing my hair. I opened my eyes and I looked into Doris’s smiling face.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I blushed at the compliment as I stretched cat-like and mumbled, “Good morning, Doris.”

She looked freshly scrubbed and was already dressed. I must have been really out that I didn’t wake up when Doris and Bradley got out of bed.

“Bradley is in the shower, he’ll be finished in a second. There should be enough hot water left for you. Take a quick shower. We’ll have a surprise visitor for breakfast, sweetie.”

“Who is it?”

“No, no,” she wagged a finger at me. “No spoiling the surprise,” she said with a huge grin.

I felt sticky between my legs. Bradley must have shot more stuff into me than I had expected. I peeled the covers back to get out of bed.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” I whined in distress. My period had started! There was dried blood on my thighs and a pretty large blood stain on the sheets. I was ready to cry. I was so embarrassed. I knew I was due, but I was too preoccupied with getting Bradley’s cock up my cooch instead of a tampon.

I quickly covered up again when Bradley came out of the bathroom naked and smiling.

“Good morning, sweetie, how was your night?”

“Fine,” I said, hoping he would just get dressed and out of the bedroom.

He looked at me with his head cocked to one side, surprised by my curt response. But he didn’t question me any further and went about his business. I was glad I didn’t have to explain my predicament to him.

Once he left, I dashed into the shower, quickly washed and dried myself. I got a tampon out of my overnight bag and breathed a sigh of relief when I had it in. I dressed and brushed out my hair.

I sighed. I would have to face Doris and confess my accident to her.

I went into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. “Mom, what are you doing here?” I looked around and saw all the adults with big grins on their faces.

“Good morning to you, too, Melissa! Doris invited me for breakfast. And, I liked the idea of picking up my daughter after she spent a night with our friends.”

“Good morning, Mom!” I blushed and then rushed to Mom and hugged her. It took her by surprise. “Mom,” I whispered in her ear, “my period started. I made a mess in Doris’s bed. She doesn’t know yet.” I almost started to cry.

Mom wrapped her arms around me. “Oh, sweetie, Doris will understand. Remember the talk we had when you had your first period? Sometimes your period starts with the worst timing. It starts at the wrong time and in the wrong place and when you’re least prepared for it. Don’t dwell on it. Every girl and woman has had those same types of moments.”

I wasn’t about to mention it had started right on time. Why ruin a good bonding moment on a technicality?

Doris appeared to understand what had happened. She came over and hugged me, too. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie. That’s what washing machines are good for. It’s no big deal. It’s happened to me, too, a couple of times.”

“I’m so sorry, Doris, I only discovered it when I got up to take a shower. I felt all sticky down there and I thought it was just from Bradley. You just changed the sheets last night and now they need changing again. You’re not gonna be happy when you go in there.”

“Oh, come on now, Mel,” Doris replied, as both she and Mom rubbed my back. Doris looked at me with a smile, and said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m certainly not.”

“But I should have known I might start last night.”

“Accidents happen, hon,” she further insisted.

“But ... it looks like a crime scene in your bed,” I said, grimacing.

Doris and Mom chuckled. They wouldn’t when they saw the bed.

“End of discussion, sweetie,” Doris insisted. “It’s something that happens to all women at some point, even after the usual embarrassment of discovering your first period has started at the worst possible place and time.” Doris gave me a big smile.

Bradley seemed relieved, too. “I thought something was seriously wrong the way you were so grumpy. I don’t have a problem with some blood on the sheets ... as long as there isn’t a horse’s head in the bed, too.”

I looked at him curiously as Doris playfully scolded him. Mom just laughed, shaking her head at him.

Horse’s head?

“Thanks for being so nice about my accident ... I think,” I carefully replied, looking at him curiously. He chuckled as he came over and hugged me, kissing the top of my head ... which I was glad he was leaving attached to the rest of me.

******

We sat down to eat. I was famished. I wondered if an enema would do that to you.

Doris had fixed scrambled eggs and bacon and cut up some fruit. We ate quietly. The adults also had coffee, but I stayed with just the juice.

Doris had just finished her eggs when she looked at me. “Melissa, how do you really feel about Peter spending the night with your mother to have sex with her?”

I almost dropped my fork. All eyes were on me.

Why the hell did Doris bring this up? Did she want to watch Mom and me at each other’s throats? I took a deep breath and remembered that I didn’t want them to think I was too young to handle a discussion like that. I also figured this was my penance for fucking up her nice bed sheets.

“Well ... it feels weird.”

“In what way?” Doris looked at me with her head tilted.

I glanced over at Mom as she watched me and Doris.

“Like ... I dunno ... like what if he didn’t think about me at all last night?”

Mom jumped at that question. “Oh, he thought about you, sweetie. Based on the things he said at times, I’m sure he was wondering the same thing about you though.”

“I seriously doubt ...”

Mom interrupted me and placed her hand over mine. She squeezed it gently as she spoke softly, “He talked about you, Mel. A lot.”

I did a mental fist pump.

But then Mom asked, “How about you? Did you think about him last night, sweetie?”

“Uh huh ... well, when I wasn’t ... occupied,” I blushed. “I guess Peter was very occupied a lot, too.”

Mom suppressed a smile, and nodded. She then asked, “Does that bother you?”

“Honestly? A little. But I can’t really complain ... I mean, we were both doing basically the same thing. Well, I hope you didn’t ...”

Mom interrupted again. “I didn’t do anything with him you didn’t want me to.”

“Cool ... It was just weird not knowing is all.”

Doris asked, “Was it weird because you were apart while you both had sex with other people? Or were you afraid of something else?”

“Maybe both. Not knowing what is going on can really suck. But ...” I paused. I looked closely at her. “You’re so much more experienced than me ... doing it since like forever ... and you know how to make a guy really feel good ...”

“Well, thanks for the compliment about my ... uh ... ‘extensive experience’,” Mom said sorta sarcastically. “But there was never any reason for you to worry. Doris and Bradley are very ‘knowledgeable’ as well.”

Yikes. I made a big mental note about older women and the ‘experienced’ word.

“Yeah ... I meant knowledgeable,” I nodded quickly, and blushed.

Mom and Doris then laughed as Bradley almost snorted coffee through his nose.

Mom added, “Sweetie, everyone has insecurities. While you’re preoccupied with your lack of experience and me possibly stealing your boyfriend, you also just saw mine about my age. That’s where talking with your partner about the things that bother you ... in a productive way ... is important.”

“Mom, you aren’t really insecure about your age, are you?”

“No, but wait until you’re my age and a very sexy teen girl walks into a room and you get to see the eyes of men who had been admiring you become suddenly glued on her.”

“Mom. I barely have tits. I look like a little child compared to you.”

“Bullshit,” Mom forcefully replied. “You’re a beautiful young girl that turns lots of heads ... especially those of many grown men. You’re going to figure that out soon enough, too.”

“But I barely have tits,” I insisted. “Guys might wanna be able to tittie fuck ... and do the motorboat thingie .... and other stuff.”

Doris looked puzzled. “Wait. Motorboat thingie?”

“It’s when someone puts their face between a girl’s big tits and shakes their head back and forth, making the sound of a motorboat.”

Doris laughed. Mom was trying not to, and asked, “I’m afraid to ask, but what ‘other stuff’?”

“You know, like use them for pillows ... hold things between them ... lots of stuff. With mine, though, you can forget about me ever wearing a strapless dress. And worst of all, I’ll never get any Mardi Gras beads with these things!”

“It’s almost worth getting you implants just to ...” Mom muttered to herself. Doris snickered. Bradley just sat there eating, minding his own business. He was struggling though. I bet he had motorboated a girl before.

“Honey,” Doris intervened, “you have things that guys and gals of all ages specifically want and are attracted to ... just as your Mom and I do. Do you think Peter would love you more if you had bigger boobs? I don’t think so. Think of the other guys you had sex with. Would they have enjoyed having sex with you more if you had bigger ones? Bigger breasts don’t make you necessarily sexier. Variety is the spice of life. Well, at least one of the spices. That’s what couples involved in swinging get to enjoy together ... and apart sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything else ... if you’re talking together about it.”

I sighed and wasn’t really convinced about my boob size being okay. But I let it go. “So I should talk to Peter ... and compare notes?”

Mom said, “In a non-confrontational way. Ask him what we did last night. I’m not ashamed of anything I did with your guy. I hope he takes what we did together and spices up your sex with him.”

I remembered that Doris had said much the same last night. “I should just trust him is what you’re saying?”

“Well, trust is earned,” Mom said. “But I know of no reason why you shouldn’t trust Peter. He is so much in love with you. In fact, I wish I had known a ‘Peter’ when I was your age. And, baby girl, you can trust me that I won’t steal your boyfriend from you. I’m happily married to your father. Spending a night with Peter or anybody else for that matter is just that, a little spice in your father’s and my life.”

I smiled at that.

“But remember,” Mom added, “that trust is a two-way street. You both have to work at it. All the time. It takes a lot of openness and communication.”

I nodded at her. I knew I had to work on that. Peter had asked me if I was okay with spending the night with Mom. I had not asked him if he was okay with me spending the night with the Thomases.

Mom then asked, “So ... about last night?”

I grinned and went into explaining about being given enemas before we all played with each other’s butts most of the evening before we fell asleep. The middle of the night fuck had been terrific as well. Mom was really curious about my doing the whole ass-to-mouth thing with Bradley’s cock. I explained how wicked I felt doing it, knowing his cock had been in either mine or Doris’s ass before I was licking and sucking it. I also said I didn’t think I could do it unless I was really horny beforehand.

Mom explained that she and Doris didn’t really have that option when they were doing porn. Sometimes they were really into it, other times they just had to be a professional and do what was required.

“It could be something very special to do with someone you love though, but it isn’t for everyone. Most people won’t go near their partner’s ass with their mouth and tongue anyways.”

“I’d like to do it again in the future, but would pick who I did it with very carefully.”

Doris agreed with me. “As you should about anything having to do with sex. You don’t have to be in love with them, or even find them very attractive. But you do need to find out some things about any potential partner, especially if they’ve had very risky sex or used intravenous drugs. Your mom and I had some knowledge of that when we worked for the OCS and my uncle. Most studios required some kind of regular testing for diseases and infections. Outside of regular testing, you only have a person’s reputation to go by. Most swingers like to settle on a group of people they feel secure with, people they’ve gotten a chance to know. And they may accept people who have friends that the swingers trust and who can vouch for a newcomer.”

Bradley added, “You should be reasonably certain that it’s safe to have sex with them. But it’s just as important that you trust them to keep their mouths shut.” He looked at me seriously. “A lot of people could get hurt if the wrong person found out about the secrets of our group.”

The adults all nodded.

“I understand. But I’m not gonna always know about some people ... like other teens at school. Like, I think I can trust Tammy, but I don’t know who all she’s been with.”

Mom caught my mention of Tammy, “You and Tammy are doing things now?” she asked me with her eyebrows raised.

“No, not yet anyways. But maybe soon,” I replied with a grin. I put Mom on the spot by asking, “Are you doing things with her?”

I definitely caught her off-guard. But she didn’t take long to answer. “No, not that I wouldn’t want to. She is a beautiful girl.”

“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Huh?” Mom replied.

“Tammy’s hair. It’s so awesome. You can admit it. I want her hair, too.”

“Mel ...”

“Relax, Mom. I don’t want her hair like I want bigger boobs,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But I would like having her hair, too.”

Mom sighed. There was no way she and Daddy could afford to take me to hairdressers all the time like Mrs. Addison did with Tammy. Although Dad earned enough for us to live comfortably, I wished we were wealthy sometimes. Who doesn’t, I suppose.

“I’m just teasing you,” I told Mom, smiling. She seemed visibly relieved.

Actually, I wasn’t just teasing her. Gawd, I loved Tammy’s hair! But I wasn’t gonna be a little envious bitch about it.

Changing the subject, I said, “Mom, you should’ve seen Doris’s and Bradley’s buttholes gaping open last night!”

Mom almost busted out laughing at my outrageously obvious switch in topics. So did Bradley and Doris. Subtlety was never going to be one of my strong points.

“I couldn’t believe they could stretch open so wide! You really could hide something in there if you wanted.”

The three of them chuckled at me.

Bradley finally found his voice again. “Ah, the innocence of youth ...”

Doris snickered at him, “Well, it can be awkward to see it for the first time.”

It sucks when you realize you’re such a noob at something compared to everyone else around you.

Mom was cool though. I thought she was gonna make a comment about my lack of being ‘experienced’ after my earlier ‘social blunder’, but she didn’t.

Bradley pushed his plate back and got up. “I’m going to look at the video of last night. You want to join me?”

We all agreed.

Bradley retrieved the camera and we all went up to his office area. After uploading the video from last night to his computer, we all watched it for the first time. I was stunned when I saw just how my own asshole had gaped open at times. I was so relieved to see it close up fairly quickly back to its naturally little cute puckered state.

Doris said, “Remember how much time we spent playing before Bradley fucked you? That’s why everything else we did with your butt didn’t hurt. While taking things up your butt can feel great, it wasn’t really designed for poking things in it willy nilly. You can really get hurt back there if you’re not prepared. And the damage is something that can haunt you for the rest of your life. The key to having fun with your butt is first taking your time and second using plenty of lube. It’s also something you might not want to do every day either. Give yourself time to recuperate.”

“I was planning to let Peter ... tomorrow night ...”

“Tomorrow night is fine, hon. Just don’t do it every day for weeks. Too much of a good thing is bad in this situation. Many women in the adult industry might spend a week doing movies involving anal, then take a break for a week or two.”

“I’m a little surprised your husband liked having fingers and toys inside him,” I stated, cutting my eyes at him. “Not that there is anything wrong with that. I just figured most guys wouldn’t want to since so many people probably still think it’s a gay thing, if a guy likes things in his butt.”

Bradley replied, “Many men are still very reluctant to allow others to be aware that they enjoy having their ass played with, as if it was anyone else’s business to begin with. They’re afraid their male friends will think they are gay. I can’t understand how anyone could interpret an act between a man and woman to be a homosexual act.”

I remembered watching a few boys getting teased about being gay because of the way they looked or something they wore. And it wasn’t just guys doing the teasing. It’s why I definitely didn’t want anyone to know I was into girls as much as guys. Teenagers can be so ruthless.

Mom asked me, “Are you thinking of trying some of the things you did last night with Peter?”

I nodded. “Sure, if he’s open to trying some of the things Doris and I did with Bradley. I just don’t know how he would react to having things shoved up his butt or having me use a strap-on with him.”

Mom replied, “I’m not quite sure how he would react to something like that, but if you really sweet talk him, who knows? You could probably talk most guys into doing just about anything.”

“With my special powers? Pfft.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. Peter would probably do many things for you that he ordinarily wouldn’t. Which also means you need to use your special powers ...”

I interrupted her saying, “Yeah, yeah ... Spiderman and stuff.”

That caused a few snickers. But I remembered how adamantly he had refused to do anything with guys when we played ‘Spin the bottle’ the weekend I had discovered the nude camping at the Rayners’.

Mom suppressed a grin as she asked, “Do you plan to do it with Jamie?”

I smiled brightly at the idea. “Yeah, but I bet he’ll want to shove weird stuff up my butt, too,” I complained. “I’d be pooping out all kinds of creepy things for days.”

Mom shook her head disgustedly, rolling her eyes as Doris and Bradley chuckled.

I added, “He’s already asked if he could fuck my butt, and I told him he could sometime. But like Peter, I don’t know if he’ll want me poking a dildo up his butt ever.”

I did wonder if Jamie would be interested. He had already told me he liked to swallow his and Bob’s cum. If he didn’t mind me knowing that, he might be up for experimenting in other ways. Perhaps he already had done other things with the Clarks, I thought. That would be so freakin’ wild!

I needed to do some sibling bonding ... real soon. Then I wondered who else of my friends was getting their pooper poked besides me.

“Mom, have you and Daddy done the same thing with Sarah?”

She grinned as if she had been expecting that question would eventually come up.

“No, we haven’t, other than some licking and fingering. There certainly haven’t been any enemas or ass to mouth.”

“Why not?”

“She hasn’t ever seemed ready.”

I smugly grinned.

“I thought you would like that,” Mom snorted.

“She should try it. Maybe you and Daddy could do it with her soon.”

“Whoa there, baby girl. You want us doing more things with Sarah now?” Mom asked, totally surprised.

“I never said I didn’t. I just didn’t like all the secrets and being left out of everything ... everyone thinking I’m not ‘ready’ and stuff. Maybe I wasn’t before. But I don’t think anyone can say that anymore.”

Mom didn’t reply, but I could see in her face that she understood how I felt. I didn’t want her not to do stuff with my best friend. I just didn’t want them to hide things from me and to be excluded from doing the same things. And I didn’t want Sarah to be excluded from the things I was doing ... like doing stuff with my parents. I doubt Mom realized I had the last part in mind though.

Doris glanced between us. She had a serene look about her. I got the impression she liked the way we were talking. Yeah, maybe I was being a little bitchy, but I wasn’t being confrontational, and Mom was accepting what I said, even if she didn’t actually say so.

We were communicating.

Doris then said to me, “I think you should know that your mom asked us to do this with you last night.”

I quickly looked at Mom. She smiled and looked down. Doris continued.

“You had seen her doing it in one of her porn movies I showed you.”

Mom looked at me and said, “That’s why I haven’t even considered doing it with Sarah out of fear she would do what her best friend does and begin digging too much and discover something we don’t want her to know.”

I smiled at that idea of being the only kid knowing about the two ladies’ past porn careers.

Doris added, “She also thought it was something you’d enjoy trying at least, even if you didn’t end up liking it. It was something the two of you would have in common ... something you could possibly talk together about afterwards.”

“You told Doris that?” I looked at Mom in awe and then shook my head. Who would have believed how much things had changed between us in less than one week.

Mom nodded.

“So fucking cool.” I softly muttered to no one in particular. The three adults chuckled.

I told them, “I actually liked it ... when we were doing it at least. The idea is rather gross, but in the heat of the moment it was such an incredible turn-on.

“That’s the way it was for me,” Mom replied. “Not so much on a movie set, but with someone I was into.”

“Like Daddy?”

She nodded. “And a few other dear friends.”

I glanced around at Doris and Bradley. Besides them, Daddy, and the Clarks, I was the only other person among all my friends and their parents who knew any of this. In fact, I was the only kid that knew. I really liked that feeling. I felt like I was in on the biggest secret ever. Well, almost biggest secret ever.

Bradley then chuckled as he said, “Who knew ass fucking and sucking could bring people together so nicely.”

“You should suggest it then in your marriage counseling sessions,” Mom teased him.

We all laughed and Bradley said, “I bet that would decrease our church membership in a hurry.”

“Is there any scripture about that kind of thing?” I asked, still giggling.

He smiled. “In the Book of Kings there are reports that before Asa became king of Judah, there were male temple prostitutes. Asa tried to get rid of them, but apparently there were still some there, when his son Jehoshaphat became king. He got rid of the last of them. You see butt sex has been around for many years.”

His knowledge of the bible impressed me. Bradley and Jamie would have a lot of fun together playing bible verse games.

I remembered wondering if Bradley had ever had a real cock in his ass. I didn’t realize I was staring at him while thinking about it until he interrupted my thoughts.

“Is there something else you’re curious about, Melissa?”

“Sorta, but it wouldn’t be polite to ask,” I replied, taking the coward’s way out. I knew I would score a ‘good manners’ point with Mom though.

“Oh c’mon, little lady,” he objected. “After what we’ve been doing, you’re not offending propriety by asking about anything related to last night.

I glanced at Mom and got a slight nod. So I asked.

“Last night when we were using the strap-on, you seemed to really enjoy it. I wondered then if maybe you had ever done it for real,” I said, blushing.

He smiled and said, “That’s fair to wonder about. And yes, I have. I’ve given as well as received.”

“That’s cool,” I replied, looking down. I wasn’t really sure what else to say or ask.

“Does that embarrass you so much? That I admit to having done anal sex with a guy.”

“Well, I know how guys really get slammed about being ... gay ... over even stupid things. I didn’t know if you would feel comfortable talking about it ... if you had.”

“It’s true that guys do catch a lot of hell. Girls can kiss each other in front of a crowd and get cheers. I certainly understand the world and its inherent double standards. And while I have enjoyed doing things with guys at times ... including giving and receiving blowjobs ... I don’t consider myself fully bisexual though. I can appreciate beauty in both sexes, but I’m not attracted to men or boys. In the heat of the moment, I can let go and just enjoy doing things with people I’m comfortable with.”

I nodded in understanding. “I think that’s actually sexy.”

“That I’ll have sex with guys sometimes?”

“That you’re comfortable enough with yourself to do it and even tell me. Guys shouldn’t be so uptight about it like they are.”

“I think my little girl is growing up,” Mom said.

“I think she is adorable,” Doris gushed. “Like mother, like daughter.”

I was enjoying the moment. I had a bunch of adults around me, and none of them were upset with me for a change. Mom being one of them made it all that much the better.

Bradley added, “I wish the world could be as tolerant of others as you are. It would solve so many problems.”

Mom was beaming at me. Accepting others for who they were was very important to her. I had been more than accepting about her past. I felt sure that was her biggest fear, and she was learning more and more that she didn’t have to be afraid anymore of me knowing. I wasn’t about to condemn her for anything. She was my mom. And that made her very special. I more and more appreciated having her as my mom.

I asked Mom, “Has Daddy?”

She shook her head, “He hasn’t. He doesn’t have a problem with others doing it, even in his presence. But it’s something he’s never been into.”

“That’s cool, too.” I replied. I looked at Doris, “Do you like being there whenever Bradley does something with a guy?”

“I enjoy seeing it happen, but I don’t have to be there when it does. It’s part of our ground rules. I can be with other women and girls when he’s not around, and if something happens between him and a man or boy, it’s fine with me. We do have some limitations in certain situations, though, that we’ve agreed on.”

“What are your ground rules for hooking up with people when you’re apart?” I asked Doris and Bradley.

Bradley began, “Our rules are based on making each other comfortable while keeping things fun. As we’ve grown as a couple and learned much more about each other, some rules we originally made have loosened up while others have become more absolute. We’ve added some new ones as well. But, all of our rules are based on the other person’s feelings. If I think Doris wouldn’t be comfortable with me doing something, I propose a rule based on that. We talk things through and agree on what we will or won’t do in that situation. There is no expectation that Doris yields to one of my desires if that desire would hurt her or our relationship.”

“I like that. Basically, you’re being selfless.”

Doris added, “Exactly. While I want Bradley to experience things and have fun, there are things that I just won’t ever be comfortable with. The same goes with him. So, we communicate and agree on what we both can comfortably live with. Over time, and as trust grows, I might be more open to him doing something than I used to be. So, the rules evolve with our relationship.”

“What kinds of things have changed?”

“Well, for one, we both have a little more freedom when one of us is out of town, especially if it involves being with someone overnight. We used to require talking about it ahead of time. Now it’s only required if it’s practical to do beforehand, but we always talk about it afterwards.”

I looked at Mom. She knew what I wanted to know.

“Your father and I have very similar rules. We still require talking about it in advance when we’re away overnight from each other, but our rules have evolved as well. We allow more freedom with certain people than others. Some people are always off limits.”

“Do you or Daddy hookup with people when one of you is out of town?”

“It happens from time to time. We both use our best judgment. We don’t hook-up with singles unless it is a same sex situation, which would only be me with another woman since your father isn’t bisexual. We can be with a group though, like I was with the Meyers at the campground Saturday night, and I had your father’s blessing for that.”

“Did Daddy have your blessing for Sarah that night at her grandparents’ house?”

“I had called your father last Saturday afternoon. He told me that he hoped to get through early and then visit with my parents and later spend the night at the Thompson’s with Sarah. And even though we try to talk about those things beforehand, he actually didn’t need to.”

“Why not?”

“When it comes to kids under eighteen, we have agreed that we only require that the child’s parents know and approve. Bob and Colleen gave their blessing, though, for your daddy to have sex with Sarah whenever it was practical, as well as her wanting it as well. The situation presented itself, and they took advantage of it. Your father told me about it as soon as practical afterwards that it had happened.”

Bradley added, “Doris and I have the same rule with regard to kids as well.”

“So, all of you guys can do overnighters when you’re apart, except Mom and Daddy always have to agree to the situation ahead of time, unless it is a kid or someone of the same sex.”

They all nodded.

“But, during the day, you can fuck anyone wherever you are?”

Mom answered, “Only with people we both know. When it’s overnight, whether it’s me or your father, the other person’s spouse must be present even if they aren’t participating. Again, the exceptions are when it is with someone of the same sex, or a group situation.”

“Do you guys keep a cheat sheet? Sounds like a lot to keep up with!”

They all chuckled. Mom replied, “It’s not difficult at all. It helps that we’ve been married for quite a few years though.”

“That’s where Peter and I are going to struggle, I guess.”

“You will,” Doris confirmed. “You’ll end up in unforeseen situations that you’ll later discuss, and that may cause you to change or add some rules.”

“I guess being married a long time does have a lot of advantages.”

“You could say we’ve all earned our stripes,” Bradley said.

“Peter and I have a list of teens that it’s okay to have sex with. We’re wide open when it comes to adults though.”

Mom replied, “While keeping things open to all adults may sound like the thing to do now, even that could change. Time will tell.”

“You mean John Meyer?”

“He can be intimidating to teen boys ... as well as many men.”

“And at least one girl. Sheesh,” I replied.

“Peter may not care for you doing anything with him.”

“He may not get a complaint about it out of me either.”

“You say that now ...” Mom said and left it hanging. She did have a point, I supposed. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like taking that monster inside me at least once. What if I did and I got hooked on it and Peter didn’t want me to ever touch it again? I guess my reaction would depend on how our relationship was at the time. Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem with Mom fucking Mr. Meyer.

I let it go and asked her a loaded question instead.

“Have you and Daddy slept with others while away from each other very often?”

Mom hesitated. Maybe I was crossing the line a little. But she could always tell me it was none of my business.

“I guess it’s a little late to get squeamish about the things you know about our lifestyle, even though it really is none of your business. But since we have become friends, I will tell you a little anyways.”

I grinned at her, and she just shook her head at me probably knowing I would have gotten her to tell me anyway.

“During our senior year in college, your father and I did have sex occasionally with some friends we’d met on campus. Doris, Maggie, and Colleen were part of our group. There were others you don’t know, but we haven’t seen any of them again since college. After graduation, Greg and I got married soon after your father started working, and we really didn’t have a big interest in swinging at that time. We were so happy with just each other ... being a married couple.”

She paused and grinned. “We were busy wearing each other out.”

Doris laughed. “Yeah, I bet.”

“Don’t tell me that you two weren’t busy doing the same,” Mom huffed at Doris and Bradley.

“Okay, okay,” Bradley said with a big grin, “guilty as charged.”

Mom continued, “Then I went off birth control which kept us from doing anything with anybody else anyways. And since a little Jamie and a little Melissa kept me so busy, I didn’t think much about having sex with anybody but your father. I think you were about three when we talked about possibly taking up swinging and became involved with our friends again. They were all more or less in the same boat. And we had gotten tubes snipped and tied off to preclude any unfortunate accidents. So things evolved after that.

“As time went by, your father and I have had opportunities for hooking up with someone overnight when one of us was out of town. When your father moved up in the company and travelled more frequently on business , we both have had opportunities we’ve taken advantage of.”

“Did you at least know the women Daddy was sleeping with before giving him permission?”

“I did know them at least through the swinger group, and the same was true with your father when it came to whom I was with at times. I may have only known some of the women as acquaintances, but I did know who they were if I agreed to let it happen. I usually trusted your father in those kinds of situations, but a few times I did say no.”

“What about if you hooked up with a man in the afternoon or something?”

“Your father and I don’t require permission ahead of time in those situations, but we always let the other know when it has happened and who it was with.”

“Can you just hook up with someone you’ve just met?”

“Not unless we are together when we meet them and agree on it. A trusted friend who knows them well would likely have to vouch for them beforehand though.”

She took my hand and looked at me. “Your father and I have never just indiscriminately screwed around, baby girl. We care too much for each other to do that. So the people we have spent any time with were people we felt good about, and were never complete strangers. That’s been an important aspect and a reason why we can trust each other when we do it, too.”

“Do I know any of the men you’ve been with overnight while Daddy was out of town?”

“One of them is in the room with us now.”

I glanced at Bradley.

Mom added, “Doris was with us, of course.”

“Who are the other men?”

“Bob, Brent and Kent. A few others ... and some you don’t know.”

“Mr. Meyer?”

“Yes ... and Erica was with him.”

“And Daddy was cool with all that?”

“Yes, he was. Just as I was with all he was doing.”

“That’s cool then. I think it’s awesome you and Daddy trust each other so much.”

“Trust takes time, sweetie. It’s easy to lose as well. A healthy marriage takes a lot of work, especially one that includes having sex with others. Marriage isn’t always fun and games though. Your father and I have had our moments when things weren’t so fun and exciting. It takes love to get you through those times.”

I smiled at her sweetly. “I know you two love each other like crazy. I hope I can say the same thing when I’ve been married as long as you and Daddy,” I said, turning to Bradley and Doris and expressing the same thing to them.

“I do, too,” Mom replied. “It’s the best feeling in the world to have a person you can completely open yourself up to. I’ve told you before that your father and I don’t keep any secrets from each other. It’s how we can have the fun that we do.”

“That’s what I envy the most. It’s like you know what the other is thinking without saying a word. I can see it happening all the time!”

She smiled.

“Sometimes it’s when I’m in trouble,” I squeamishly added.

“Oh, baby girl. We talk about you a lot. Simple eye contact with your father doesn’t ever cut it with you,” she teased.

After a few moments, I asked her, “Have you ever been on a trip when you hooked up with someone like Daddy does?”

“There have been a few special occasions, such as when I’ve gone on a ‘girls’ trip with various friends, that I’ve ended up in bed with a man on some nights. If your father didn’t know them well, he knew at least something of them. The man’s wife was always close by, usually in an adjacent room if not in the same room. There have been a few times for both of us when we’ve met a ‘friend of a friend’ and went for it, too.”

I was getting seriously horny imagining Mom doing something like that.

“One time on a weekend trip with some friends, I ended up in a hotel room with two men one evening. Your father and I know them, although we don’t get to see them often. It happened on a Saturday night. It wasn’t an overnight thing though, although it went really late into the night.”

“Wow. That must’ve been really wild!”

“Those kinds of things don’t happen often, but whenever it does happen, I let your father know as soon after as possible if I can’t beforehand.”

“That was because you didn’t spend the whole night with them?”

She nodded, “And there were two of them - a group. It’s the one-on-one scenario that is really dangerous for a marriage, especially when your husband doesn’t know the person well. As much as your father trusts me, it’s just not a good situation to be in. It puts too much stress on the trust we have in each other.”

Bradley added, “One time Doris called and left a message that didn’t get fully recorded on our answering machine. However, I had the phone number for her hotel and room and called because of the problem with the recorded message. When she answered the phone, it didn’t take but a few moments to discover she was in the middle of getting fucked, and she stayed on the phone with me for half an hour describing each thing she and the man were doing to each other.”

“That is too wild. You guys don’t require prior permission from the other?”

Doris shook her head, “We only require letting the other know about things in advance, if possible. I couldn’t reach Bradley that evening directly, so I left a message ... which got screwed up. But I was going to call him afterwards anyways. Having him call when he did really got things kinky for all of us. I spent two nights with that gentleman. As I recall, he was from a small town near Paris. He and his wife had an agreement when they were separated by the oceans.”

I remembered the night at the Rayners when Peter and I were having sex in the kitchen while Maggie did phone sex with Mom. I wanted to ask Mom about it, but I wanted to be alone with her when I did.

“Was it always just one or two nights?” I asked everyone.

“On one occasion,” Mom started, surprising me, “the sex went longer than one or two nights. On that occasion, your father slept with a woman for a week while he was out of town with her. She worked in his office and was resigning at the end of the month. She and her fiancé were moving to England where they planned to be married. She and your father spent a week sharing a hotel room together, fucking every chance they could.”

“A whole week?! And you were really okay with that?”

“It would’ve been silly for me to complain since I spent the same week with the woman’s fiancé in his apartment. We fucked whenever we could and I slept with him every night. You and your brother were very young and spent the week with your grandparents.”

I shook my head in amazement.

Mom then said, “It only happened because of the situation. We all knew an ocean would separate us not long afterwards. So the danger of falling for each other was very small. Your father and I talked about that time for months. We occasionally still do. It’s a fond memory we share and is usually followed by some very hot sex, too.”

I was totally amazed that my parents could do that and not be jealous out of their minds.

Mom saw my bewilderment and explained further, “Every relationship is different, sweetie. We were able to do it because of the communication and trust we had then and have now. Those two people were absolutely no threat to our marriage. We knew we likely would never even see them again.”

“How did it even come up between all of you?” I asked.

“It all began the year before. All of us were at a company party. After some drinking, the woman your father worked with confided in me that she and her fiancé were into swinging. I admitted that your father and I were as well. However, none of us acted on it because of the co-worker situation.”

“Did she know you and Daddy were swingers?”

“She didn’t at first, but during the afternoon and evening, we got to know each other pretty well. At one point, we were talking away from everyone else and she casually asked if we had ever done anything adventurous as a couple. From that, I wondered where she was taking the conversation. I just came out and asked how she defined ‘adventurous’. She then explained that she and her fiancé liked to have fun with other couples they enjoy being with, and sometimes it could get very naughty.”

“I’m surprised she was that open with someone she just met, especially the wife of someone she worked with.”

“It surprised me, too. I chalked it up to the drinks we’d both had. I told her that your father and I had done some things with good friends in the past. She said it was too bad that she and Greg worked together. Otherwise we all could get to know each other better as couples and see where it went. However, we did agree we’d like to try getting to know each other better as couples though. And that is what we did. We occasionally went out for dinner and drinks, and sometimes dancing. It was all rather tame though, although the talk wasn’t always.

“About six months later, your father found out that the couple was moving to England and planned to marry and live there. She was resigning at the end of that month because of it. But two weeks before then, she and your father were scheduled to spend a week out of town with a new client they had just signed. The idea of swapping for the week came up, and we all got together and discussed it. Afterwards, we took a few days to think it over before we all decided to go for it. Because the couple was moving to another continent a week after this was to occur, concerns about emotional entanglements and being involved with a co-worker weren’t much of an issue anymore. After returning from the trip, the woman worked that one week before her resignation became effective. The couple is still happily married and living in London. We exchange Christmas cards every year.”

The idea of doing something like that seemed very intimidating. Letting my boyfriend or husband basically live with another woman for a whole week? Even with the other couple moving to a different continent, it just seemed like it would be too risky from an emotional standpoint. Love can happen so quickly. I went from not wanting Peter hanging around me to wanting him with me as much as possible.

Mom added, “It takes a strong relationship to be able to do something like that.”

“But why would you even want to? It’s like a break from your marriage. To me it seems like you’re looking for something new, like you’re not happy.”

“For some people, that may be the case. Your father and I had a very strong bond then as we do now. We felt we could enjoy being sexual with someone else for a week. It was like an adventure for us, not a break from our marriage. By the end of the week, I was yearning to be back in your father’s arms. He was all I could think about. The sex that week had been great. Your father had a fun time as well. The next week after we were back together was even more incredible for us as we wore each other out talking about what each of us did.”

“Is it something you would consider doing again?”

“Possibly. But the excitement of doing something new wouldn’t be there now. Who knows though?”

“What if Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie wanted to swap for a week?”

“I don’t know about them, but the idea of doing it with a celebrity couple would make it very intriguing.”

I still wasn’t sure I could do something like that, but in the right situation I could see myself at least seriously considering it. Whatever ground rules there were at the time would likely play a big role in my decision.

I asked all of them, “Do the Clarks have very different ground rules?”

Bradley replied, “Their ground rules aren’t dramatically different, but they are different in some significant ways.”

“Like how?”

Mom jumped in, “Like you should ask them.”

“Is this like the secret you guys don’t want me to know?” I mockingly asked.

“Chill the sarcasm, missy,” Mom tersely stated. I cowed down at the tone of her voice. Her expression then softened as she said, “You should discuss Bob and Colleen’s ground rules with them. Remember, you agreed with us yesterday that nothing gets said behind someone else's back and that we'll talk with people rather than about people. And their rules can change at any time. I could tell you one thing, and they could’ve changed it some time ago.”

“You two are a hoot,” Doris observed.

Mom and I looked at her curiously, and simultaneously blurted out, “What?”

“One minute you’re practically like best friends, and another you’re taking shots at each other.”

I cut my eyes at Mom and met hers.

Doris added, “Mel, I know it’s easy for you to get frustrated, but you really need to respect your mother’s stand on things. You’re not owed an explanation about everything.”

“Sorry,” I guiltily said to Mom.

She reached over to put a hand on mine. I stared into her face. She was lost in her thoughts. I wanted to shake her and tell her nothing in the past mattered, that it wouldn’t change anything between us. But I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. I was gonna have to find out on my own, and hope she wouldn’t hate me afterwards. I just didn’t know where to start!

I definitely planned to talk a whole lot more with Colleen. I was certain I could get her to talk about her and Bob’s ground rules. Maybe doing so would give us a way to get over some things I haven’t been too happy about.

“There’s only one thing I wish I had an explanation for,” I softly said to Mom.

“I’m sure one day I’ll tell you what you want to know, baby girl. It’s sort of a Pandora’s Box though. Opening it takes it out of mine and Colleen’s control. Certain people just never need to know. The more who know, the greater the chance the ones who shouldn’t will find out.”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t know now then?”

“I believe you shouldn’t ... for now. Okay?”

I sucked on my bottom lip, hesitating to reply.

“Mel?”

“Okay. But I am known to be accident prone. Just so you know.”

Doris laughed. Which got Mom chuckling as she replied, “That you are, baby girl.”

Maybe I shouldn’t rock the boat. I decided to just let it go. If I happened to stumble on it sometime, then so be it. Mom would have to risk not being able to control my reaction if I did discover things accidentally. I would have thought she had learned that lesson by now.

“I was wondering ...”

“Uh oh,” Bradley uttered. I playful snarled at him.

“How many swingers do you guys know who have ended up divorced?”

Doris answered, “A few here and there over the years.”

Mom replied, “A handful that your father and I know of.”

“Was it because of the swinging?” I asked Mom.

But Bradley answered instead. I guessed being a minister he had more experience with couples having marital problems.

“That’s difficult to know, Melissa. Most marriages go sour over a period of time, rarely from a single event. Swinging isn’t for everyone. Some look to it as a way to try to add spice to a marriage that is already in trouble. Some more or less force their partner into swinging when they really don’t want to. That’s usually a big mistake. It works for some, but I suspect that swinging for most couples already in trouble just hastens the process leading to a divorce.”

I scrunched my lips at that. Peter and I were into having sex with others when we became a couple. I thought we had done the right things though by talking and making ground rules.

“In most cases, swinging isn’t the actual cause of a breakup or divorce. The marriage was likely already on very shaky ground to begin with.”

“Are you worried about what all this will mean for you and Peter?” Mom asked.

“Sorta. I mean, we’re doing okay with the way things are now.”

“Just keep talking and adjusting your ground rules as you need, sweetie,” Mom said. “You and Peter will need to find your own way. And I think you will. You two understand the implications of what you’re doing, which is amazing considering your age. Most teens would never consider the idea of sharing. It takes a lot of maturity to be able to separate sex and love. Jealousy can be very destructive. You both are doing what it takes though to develop trust - communicating. Many couples who have been married for years aren’t able to discuss such things without often causing disastrous results or hurt feelings.”

******

I took a deep breath instead of replying. I was getting more than subtle reminders from my body of what day this was.

“Not feeling too good?” Mom asked.

“Gawd, I hate the start of my period! And I was just really beginning to enjoy doing so many new things.”

“It’s part of being a woman,” Mom stated.

“Remember my period party is this Sunday.” Doris looked at me sympathetically. “We’ll try to make things a little more fun and bearable.”

“I know it’ll be fun, and hopefully it will be the last day of my period and I can get fucked soon after!”

They all chuckled at me.

“Well, we’ll keep fingers crossed,” Doris giggled. More seriously, she said, “Hopefully the pill will keep you regular.”

I usually was regular, and only on my period for four days. Four fuckless miserable days.

“I’ll make sure I have her back from my parents in plenty of time on Sunday,” Mom assured Doris.

Bradley added, “You know your period doesn’t have to mean abstinence.”

“I seriously doubt Peter will want to.” I certainly wasn’t holding out any hope. His mom had even excused him from the bedroom Tuesday night before Penny’s dad fucked with her on her period.

“I’d love to if Peter doesn’t,” Bradley said with a big grin. “I’m sure he will come around to realize it’s not gross, especially when it is with someone he cares about.”

I decided to be rather brazen with Bradley, especially with Mom sitting close to me. It was fun lately getting away with being seriously impudent with an adult without getting scolded by her.

“Would you seriously fuck me on my period, especially the way I’m usually flowing on my first day?”

I quickly glanced at Mom, to see if I had shocked her. Her eyes had opened wide, but no repudiation immediately followed.

“We can right now, if you’re up to it ... and everyone agrees. I bet you’ll feel much better afterwards, too,” Bradley said with a sly grin.

I glanced at Mom again. She knew, besides wanting to get fucked, I was trying to shock her. It wasn’t working though. If anything, she was getting ‘that’ look, the same look she had whenever she became playful with me.

“Sounds like a great offer to me, sweetie,” she finally replied.

“If I’ll feel better, you can fuck me all day!” I blurted out. I then bashfully added, “If it is okay with you, Doris.”

“Smart girl,” Mom stated. I had learned my lesson well.

“She is that,” Doris added. “Go for it, hon. I’m willing to sacrifice for the cause.” We grinned at each other. Mom was grinning, too. I was ecstatic. I was about to get fucked with Mom openly watching. And I wouldn’t even be blindfolded.

Bradley held my hand as we walked back to the bedroom. Doris had already changed the bed linen.

“Let me undress you,” he said, taking the bottom of my top and lifting it as I raised my arms. My bra quickly followed. He took his time slipping my shorts down off my hips as his lips sucked gently at one of my nipples before moving to the other. His hands caressed up and down my bare flanks before finally cupping and gently squeezing my panty covered butt. Hooking his fingers in my panties, I was quickly fully naked.

I looked at the bed before I began to get on it. Doris had laid out a large dark towel in the middle of it. I thanked her with my eyes. I moved over it, lying down on my back with my legs drawn up and open. I did my best not to think about being on my period, but I couldn’t help it. It was embarrassing.

Bradley had quickly taken off his clothes. I was surprised when he wanted to remove my tampon. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him. I bit my bottom lip as I looked at this grown-up man who wanted me. No boy or man had ever seen me like this before, and there was Bradley eager to enjoy my body in spite of it. I couldn’t remember ever being so vulnerable before as he pulled on the string of my tampon. I felt it slide out of me. He quickly wrapped in a couple of tissues and asked Doris to dispose of it. I let my legs drop and stretched out.

Boys teased and made fun of girls being on their periods. But this wasn’t a boy. This was a very confident and handsome man. As he moved next to me, I began to relax and look forward to him being inside me.

“We need to get you ready, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear. “The tampon has sucked up all the moisture in your pussy.” He leaned in to kiss me and cup one of my breasts. He flicked my nipple and then moved down to kiss it. He licked it and when he had it wet, he gently blew air on it. The wetness and the coolness made my nipple pucker and get hard. I felt the familiar tingle in my belly.

I reached down his body and wrapped my hand around his already pretty stiff cock. He groaned a little as I stroked him.

He continued to kiss my breasts, moving back and forth between both of them, as his hand rubbed my tummy and then moved to the top of pussy. I opened my legs and his finger found my clit. I jumped a little.

“Think you’re ready?” he asked me quietly. It wasn’t the longest or hottest foreplay I had experienced, but I was so horny from our earlier talk that I didn’t really need it.

I nodded in agreement. “I want you inside me, Pastor,” I whispered huskily.

He grinned. “You’re such a bad little girl. Ready or not, your pastor is about to fuck you.” He moved my legs further apart again and lay down between them. He lined up his cock with my opening and pushed forward.

He kissed me again pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as his cock speared my pussy.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned into his mouth as settled deep in me. Thoughts of my period were gone.

He leaned up and began thrusting gently into me at first. He was savoring the grip my pussy had on his shaft. As he fucked me, Doris and Mom moved onto the bed, one on each side. They both began kissing my neck and chest. I was the center of the world, and I loved it. I didn’t even care that one of them was my mother. I was too lost in the wonderful feelings to think about it.

Mom spent some time with her mouth over my nipple, sucking and gently nibbling, pulling on it with her lips and teeth. I moaned even louder, especially with Bradley thrusting even faster. The head of his cock felt incredible, especially the ridges as it scrapped along the walls of my cunt. He was sweating as he fucked me with long deep strokes. His cock felt bigger than ever inside me.

Mom and Doris moved away from me. Doris slipped over to Mom’s side of the bed, and the two of them situated themselves in a sixty-nine position with Doris on top. Mom’s head was beside mine as they both wildly licked and sucked on each other. Mom was really letting go and enjoying her friend beside me whose husband was pounding me into the bed. The sight of her cute tongue licking the delicate folds and clit was incredibly sexy. When she sucked Doris’s clit between her lips, I moaned my compliments for the sexy show she was giving me.

Bradley also seemed to enjoy the two ladies’ passion. I was rewarded by it when he placed his hands behind my knees and pushed my legs up and over me, lifting my butt off the bed as he began ramming his cock into me almost in a rage. It pushed me into an orgasm almost immediately as well. I was quickly wailing loudly.

“Scream, you little slut. Scream it out!” he bellowed at me as his body crashed repeatedly into mine. “You dirty daughter of sin!” he yelled as he came. “Your pastor is going to wash all those lustful feelings out of your body!”

Whoa. That was rather creepy, I thought, even through the delicious feelings overwhelming me. I just hoped my head didn’t start spinning.

His cock felt huge as he held it deep within, jerking and throbbing inside me, spurting his cum into my body. I was pushing my hips hard against him, keeping him buried, relishing the feel of his spasming shaft.

Finally, he lay down and cuddled with me, leaving his cock inside me, both of us panting hard. He held my head with both hands and we kissed lovingly. “You like?” he asked quietly. I just nodded. I wasn’t gonna complain about the strange exorcist stuff he shouted. I wasn’t cramping anymore. This church stuff was really paying off!

We watched his wife and my mom approaching their own orgasms. I stared intently at Mom as her whole body became rigid with her head arching back against the bed.

As Mom recovered, she quickly went back to loving her close friend. She wrapped her arms tightly around Doris’s waist, holding her pussy down tightly to her mouth as Mom fluttered her tongue directly against Doris’s clit. Moments later, Doris was consumed by her own orgasm. She rode Mom’s face as the intensity grew, humping her pussy against Mom’s mouth.

Doris then turned around to cuddle with Mom. Bradley slipped out of me as he moved to lie beside me. My eyes locked with Mom’s. She leaned over to gently kiss my lips.

“Feel better?”

“Definitely,” I almost purred. I looked at Doris and asked, “Can I borrow your husband for the next four days?”

Doris chuckled. “I don’t mind sharing, but I think Peter wouldn’t appreciate it too much.”

“If only ...” I started.

Doris interrupted, “You’re assuming he won’t want to make love to you.”

I glanced up and over at Bradley’s cock. It was as I expected it to look. I looked disbelievingly back at Doris.

Mom said, “Give the boy a chance, baby girl. He loves you. Tell him what you want. You might be surprised. I believe you will be, knowing how much he adores you.”

I stretched and figured I had nothing to lose.

******

After we cleaned up, I sat in the family room as Mom joined Bradley and Doris in the kitchen. I lay back on the coach relaxing. They suddenly became rather soft spoken, but I could still overhear what they were talking about. It only took a few moments to understand why they were speaking so softly.

In a soft voice, Bradley asked Mom, “What ground rules do you and Greg have for your involvement with Mel and Jamie?”

My head almost started spinning as I quickly turned it to hear as much as I could of this talk!

Mom replied just as softly, “I’m just unsure how involved we should all be. Greg has been sensitive to my concerns about our doing anything with Jamie and Mel. They both are hard to resist at all.”

“How does Greg feel?” Doris asked.

“He’s admitted he would be comfortable with doing more ...”

I did a mental fist pump. Yay, Daddy!

“... but he’s happy with settling for what we’ve done so far, or even less.”

I groaned, and then hoped I hadn’t been too loud.

“You okay in here?” Doris asked as she popped her head around the door.

“I’ll live,” I punily replied.

“Let me know if you want something,” she said. I nodded and she went back into the kitchen.

“Is she okay?” I heard Mom ask.

“First day. She’s fine though.”

They changed the topic of their talk to something else I didn’t care about. Despite my disappointment with Daddy, I was rather surprised at how open and non-confrontational Mom had been talking about the topic. She really was close to Doris to be talking to her like that about it.

Up to now, I had felt that the line was firmly drawn when it came to fucking, and that Mom had clearly indicated at the time that there was to be no further discussion. Maybe she had only said that in front of me to put me off from pushing for something like that to happen. From what she had just said, she really wasn’t sure about anything. I felt for her because I shared the same feelings, wanting to get deeper involved with her, but not being sure if I should. ‘Like mother, like daughter’, I sighed to myself.

Jamie popped into my head. I had been so focused on what I wanted to do, that I hadn’t even thought about what Jamie might be doing with Mom. He had told me a little and I had seen some of it. But was that all? Mom just said we both were hard to resist. Maybe her uncertainty now was because of him. If she wanted to do a whole lot more with Jamie, she couldn’t very well tell Daddy he couldn’t do the same with me.

I needed to talk to Jamie to find out more about what Mom and he had been doing. I first needed to talk to Sarah, though. I wasn’t sure Jamie would tell her about any fooling around he was doing with Mom, but she would certainly be the one if he had told anybody.

I lay there wondering what was behind Mom’s thoughts. She had seen how the Rayners handled things. They were as close a family as I knew. Peter certainly wasn’t traumatized by having sex with his mother. He seemed as normal as any other guy his age. He had friends he goofed off with. He had a girlfriend even, which most boys his age didn’t. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him to fuck his mom once in a while. Penny was pretty wild, but that wasn’t unusual for her. However, she still cared a lot about her family. Pam had been having sex with her father for some time but really hadn’t changed over the past year or so either. And she had a cute boyfriend, too.

So the one perfect example of how nondestructive incest could be, if handled carefully, seemed to make no difference to Mom, other than being okay with the occasional making out and oral sex. So, that meant there had to be a contrary example that was weighing on her.

Daddy certainly didn’t seem to be the heart of the issue. We never even saw his parents. I couldn’t even remember ever visiting them at all. He seemed willing to go as far as Mom was comfortable with. If he had experienced something bad with incest, it certainly hadn’t put him off from allowing things to happen between me and Jamie.

Could it be? Mom and her parents? Mom and MY grandparents? I thought back at how Mom acted around Grandpa and Grandma. I had never noticed anything odd between them. They got along great. Mom was never hesitant about going to see them. Grandpa was affectionate with Mom, but nothing that ever looked out of line. She was a daddy’s girl like me. Grandpa was just as affectionate with me, if not more so, and he had never made me think he wanted to do something inappropriate. Grandma certainly didn’t act like she would even be interested in a girl or woman, much less her own daughter. She was always very loving with me, and she had never made me feel uncomfortable. I really couldn’t even imagine my grandparents having sex with anyone else but themselves.

But something was spooking Mom, but not to the point of totally stopping the things we so far had been doing within our family. I knew it involved something from the past. But what? Whatever it was, I was sure it had to have happened before she went to college. It couldn’t involve her OCS days, especially since she let me have her diary to read. She had pretended to do incest in some of her porn movies. And although she still wasn’t too happy with me knowing about her past, she didn’t seem to care at all that I had watched some of those.

The only thing I had ever heard Mom complain about was that her mom didn’t draw boundaries for her. She had said Grandma ‘didn’t understand what she was capable of’. Maybe that was all there was to the whole deal about setting boundaries. So far she had been doing that indirectly by using others, like Colleen, when it came to me. She was able to control me through others, making it less likely I would rebel against them. Now she felt she had to draw some lines for me when it came to sex with her and Daddy ... just so she could say she drew some lines. Without lines, she seemed to be afraid that I could become a prostitute or a porn actress, too.

Fuck! The whole world could explode if some lines weren’t drawn for me. Maybe that was the big secret - I was the key to the end of the world. Without lines drawn, I could end up in the hands of Dr. Evil. The idea of that seemed ... intriguing. I would be the bestest Fembot. Nobody would ever suspect I had cannons hidden in my boobies.

“Ready to go, baby girl?” Mom asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I got up from the couch, hugged and kissed both Doris and Bradley.

“Thanks for letting me stay over,” I sweetly said.

“Anytime, sweetie,” they both said. “We hope you had a fun time with us.”

******

On the way home, we rode quietly. I was still thinking about the boundary issue. So I asked Mom, “Do you want to stop doing things with me? I will, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

She glanced over at me as she drove. She certainly wasn’t expecting that from me.

“Why are you asking me that?” she uncomfortably replied.

“You know, you would be blessing me out if I answered you with a question,” I calmly stated.

She snorted and tried to keep from grinning.

“Guilty. And Mel, I don’t want to stop ... if you don’t.”

I quietly stared ahead for a moment, before saying, “I really like what we’ve been doing, Mom.”

“Me too, sweetie.” she simply said. “But thanks for being so considerate. You are growing up.”

“I know you’ve been watching Jamie jerking off at times over the past two years ... and that he knew you were watching. You even let him watch you.”

I glanced again at her. It looked like she forgot how to breathe.

“It’s cool, Mom. All of it is cool. I know you’ve been wondering how far things should go with all of us.”

She didn’t reply to that, but at least she was breathing again.

“I’m okay with going as far as you want to. I trust you not to push me into something I can’t handle,” I said.

She reached over and put her hand on my thigh, squeezing it. I put my hand over hers.

Mom finally said, “I’m fine with everything so far.”

“Mom, do you want to go all the way with Jamie?”

“No,” she replied quickly, then pausing. “At least not now. I admit I’m very conflicted about many things right now.”

“I can tell.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Very. I know you’re trying to protect me from something.”

She sucked in her lips and stared ahead.

I kept watching her. “It’s cool. I know it’s because you love me and don’t want something to happen that I can’t handle right now.”

She remained quiet.

I added, “You’ve really been frustrating me though.”

“About what?”

“You wanting to do something with me and then all of a sudden you don’t.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I quickly said. “I sorta like the way you ‘frustrate’ me.”

“Uh huh,” she grinned.

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I want more ... just so you know.”

“Me, too ... although I shouldn’t” she admitted. “Just so you know, too.”

I smiled at her. She smiled back. I heard another part of the wall between us crashing down. That also meant there wasn’t nearly as much to keep us apart as there had been before. There was less for her to easily hide behind, too. I think that’s what really scared her the most.

******

As we pulled up at the house, Mom asked, “How do you feel now about Peter spending the night with me last night?”

“I was jealous as fuck yesterday. But I’m okay with it now, especially after this morning. Doris and Bradley were really great at helping me see I didn’t need to be jealous, and how to avoid it.”

“They’re a good team.”

“Did you tell them I might be jealous?”

“I knew him spending the night with me and you with Bradley and Doris would be a totally new experience for you. So I did tell them you might be jealous. I thought they could help you through your feelings.”

She looked at me closely. It was at this point in the past that I probably would have exploded at her for doing something like that. She was preparing for it, too.

“Thanks,” I said.

That surprised her. She looked rather flustered because of it, too.

I grinned at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing important,” I replied, trying to suppress a smile.

“Alright then. So, when are you going to ask what Peter and I did?”

“What did you and Peter do?”

Mom went on to describe what happened. The four of them watched a porn movie in the family room. Of course, they were all naked. Mom and Peter cuddled together on one end of the couch while Daddy did the same with Pam on the other end. She and Daddy teased them during the hotter sex scenes, with Mom playing with Peter’s cock, and Daddy playing with Pam’s body. They ended up fucking on the floor, side by side, long before the movie was over.

They alternated partners a few times, with Peter fucking his sister while my parents fucked. Pam and Mom spent a little time putting on a show for the guys, licking each other sensuously ... including each other’s buttholes.

Mom and Pam then sat on the edge of the couch and lay back. The guys raised the girls’ legs up in the air as they stood facing them, and then leaned down to pound their pussies for a while. My boyfriend ended up cumming in Mom before Daddy came in Pam. Peter had Mom leaking as much cum as Daddy had Pam though.

They then ate a light supper before each couple took an intimate shower together. The hot water ran out on Daddy and Pam though, but Mom and Peter helped them warm up before they parted to go to separate bedrooms.

Peter came four times from the time they went to bed until they got up this morning. Between fucks, Mom talked with Peter a good bit about sex and relationships. She told me that I was never too far from his thoughts. I felt a little embarrassed because I hadn’t really thought too much about Peter while things were so hot the night before with the Thomases. Mom explained that wasn’t unusual, and it didn’t mean I didn’t love Peter enough. Mom said she didn’t think a whole lot about Daddy when things were hot either, that it was natural to get lost in the moment when sex felt so great. When it was over though, all Peter wanted to talk about was me though. He kept asking for advice about things, like what I really liked and didn’t like.

I so wanted Peter in my arms at that moment.

Mom then realized that we had been sitting in the car for quite a while.

“Let’s go inside, you little brat,” she teased, reaching to tickle my side.

******

Inside, we sat together in the family room and talked some more.

“Where is Jamie?”

“He’s over at Sarah’s house still. He spent the night there. Colleen will have to drag the two of them out of bed.”

“Daddy’s at work?”

“Uh huh.”

“Since we’re alone, remember you said something about a new hiding place for my stuff?”

“I talked with your father about that. He agreed you needed a place to put your things, especially the album and the diary.”

Mom stood up. “Follow me,” she said, reaching for my hand.

She led me over to the basement door and told me to wait right there. She then quickly went upstairs. This was certainly getting interesting.

When she came back downstairs, she was holding something in her hand that I couldn’t see.

After going down the basement stairs, Mom walked to the closet at the end of the short hallway that I knew my parents kept some things in. We had to walk past Daddy’s office on the way. I had never been inside this closet to see exactly what all was kept in there. I knew it was mostly old crap of my parents though.

Mom unclasped her hand to reveal a key. After unlocking the closet door, she opened it to reveal just what I had expected – a number of binders and manila folders - just old crap.

“Your father keeps our old financial documents and tax records in here. You can look at them, if you want. All you’ll learn from it is what your father’s income has been over the years. We’re not rich, but your daddy makes a good living for us.”

She then pointed at the bottom shelf.

“You can keep your things there. You don’t have to worry about Jamie seeing it. He doesn’t have a key to the door. He doesn’t have anything that sensitive to hide anyway.”

“Thanks, Mom. This is so cool.”

“Here’s your key. Keep up with it, and hide it in a safe place in your room. If someone finds it, they likely won’t know what it goes to anyway.”

“I will.”

“The other key is locked in your daddy’s desk. I suggest you don’t tell anyone else that you have it, or what it’s for.”

I nodded.

Mom had me lock the door as we got ready to go back upstairs. As we stepped in front of Daddy’s office, though, I glanced in and saw some discs lying out in the open. It reminded me of the day I discovered the disc already in the computer with pictures that Daddy had been looking at while jerking off.

I turned and walked into Daddy’s office, leaving Mom who stopped to obviously see what I was up to. I walked to the desk and picked up one of the discs.

“Is the video you took of me and Jennifer on one of these?”

“Melissa, you know better than to mess with things on your father’s desk.”

“I just happened to think about it when I saw these lying around,” I replied, picking up another disc.

“I’ve got that one in my bedroom still. We can watch it if you ...”

“Oh wow. There it is!” I blurted out when I noticed my parents’ webcam. “So cool! Yours is just like Doris’s and Colleen’s.”

I put down the disc, reached out, and picked it up from on top of the monitor.

“Can I webcam with someone sometime?”

“Your father and I have talked about it. If he’s still okay with it when I talk to him later, I don’t see why not ... as long as you understand the rules.”

“Mom, seriously? Rules? Me?”

Mom suddenly turned very serious. I could tell by the crease on her forehead. “Melissa, webcamming is not without some serious risks. So young lady, yes, I know how silly it sounds even mentioning rules to you. But there will be rules ... and punishment for breaking them ... as always,” she stated very sternly.

“I know. I’m just being silly.”

“Well, silly or not, you need to follow the rules when it comes to webcamming. If you’re not taking your clothes off, then it’s no big deal. But if you are planning to, you’ll need to follow the instructions we give you. Otherwise, the webcam is off limits. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Okay, that’s cool.” I wasn’t about to complain since she was saying I could get naked if I wanted to.

“Good. If you’re gonna be showing off, there is a specific IP address you’ll be logging into. Only people we’re all comfortable with have the address as well as the password. You can flash your girlie bits with the people that will be logged on. You can direct connect with any of them as well, but either your father or I will have to show you how the first time.”

“Do you get on and showoff by yourself with people?”

Mom wasn’t expecting that question.

“Yes, sometimes ... with your father’s blessing.”

“And my father?”

“What do you think, Miss Need To Know Everything?”

I ignored her jab. “Do you do it together a lot?”

“We haven’t had the webcam for long. So we haven’t done a lot with it. It’s not something we care to do a lot anyways. It’s fun now and then. Plus the office is not exactly the most comfortable place to do too many things.”

“I don’t think I’d want to do it too much, but once in a while would be fun.”

“Well, maybe this weekend you’ll join us? Maybe Sunday evening after the party?” Mom asked, knowing I wasn’t expecting THAT.

“Hells yeah!” I exclaimed.

“We can introduce you to some people and get you started. Maybe even get Peter involved as well. You could do your first direct connection with him.”

This whole thing was too fucking awesome. The idea of showing off naked for people was exciting. But having Mom be this cool about all of it was almost freaking me out!

As we walked out of Daddy’s office, Mom said, “You’ll be very popular with the people you’ll see. Don’t let any of them push you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

“Like playing with myself?”

“More like giving them very personal information, or talking you into doing something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“I thought these people were supposed to be cool?”

“They are, but sometimes it’s easy for someone to get carried away by a pretty girl. It likely won’t ever happen, but just know you can always click on the disconnect button and bail out.”

“Who decides who gets the IP address and password?” I asked as we walked upstairs.

“Remember the grandfather you watched last night?”

“Yeah? Is he like the Webcam Godfather or something?”

Mom snickered. “Or something. He owns and is the administrator of the private server that all of us use.”

“So Bradley got everyone hooked up with him?”

“Yep.”

“His granddaughters have got really big ....”

“I know, baby girl. They were very early bloomers.”

“They might be bigger than yours!”

“They are, but I’m perfectly happy with mine.”

I sighed.

“Oh, stop it already, Mel. Maybe webcamming will show you just how much people appreciate breasts of all sizes.”

“If those heifers are on their webcam when I get on ...”

“… then you’ll be perfectly nice to them.”

I gritted my teeth as Mom looked at me closely. “If you’re not nice while on the webcam, I’ll revoke your webcam privileges, understood?”

I nodded.

“You know, having big boobs at their age has a lot of disadvantages.”

She was right about that. I had seen some big boobied cheerleaders that got a lot of unpleasant attention while doing their routines. Most guys were able to keep from making an ass of themselves, but there were enough stupid teen boys who could make things very uncomfortable and unpleasant when things got to bouncing around. I only had to deal with an occasional “mosquito bites” type reference. Some assholes even inferred that a girl with big boobs was a slut and easily scored with, even though she had never even dated, which often had the girl upset and in tears.

“I know, and I wouldn’t ever be mean to them. You taught me better than that.”

She smiled and scruffed up my hair. I would be sweet, but if those two McTits ever make any passing mention of chest pimples, all bets were off!

******

Once we were at the top of the stairs, I asked, “Mom, why haven’t you and Daddy done anything more with the rest of the basement?”

Mom stopped at the top step and looked back down from where we came. We had lived in this house since I was very young. I couldn’t even remember moving from where we used to live. I did remember some men working down in the basement, though, when I was about six, sectioning off maybe a third of the basement to setup daddy’s office and the full bath directly across from it. The closet was the only other thing that was added. You couldn’t even get to the rest of the basement from where we were. You had to go outside and use the door at the back of the house. The door had a window, but it was covered over from the inside.

Once when Daddy had it open, I was able to look inside. I was about eight at the time. I couldn’t really see too far inside though. The little bit I could see was just some old furniture and junk close to the door. I thought it would be fun to go inside and goof around sometime, but the door was always locked. Jamie even tried to pick the lock once, like that was actually going to work. About all Jamie was good at back then was picking his nose.

“Maybe we should move your bedroom down there so we can lock you away.”

I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Seriously, Mom. There’s probably enough room to have a party ... if you wanted.”

“You mean ... if YOU wanted.”

“Well, sure. It shouldn’t just go unused,” I said, smiling sweetly.

“Uh huh,” she uttered, obviously knowing I had my own specific motive.

“I’d help decorate it and stuff.”

“Does ‘and stuff’ include keeping it clean?”

“If you let me have parties, sure!”

“We’ll see,” she sarcastically said while shaking her head as well. My poor reputation for following through on promises to clean things was preceding me again.

“I’ll give up my allowance to help pay for it,” I added as Mom looked at me. “Well, part of it,” I quickly clarified, worried she would take me up on my offer.

“We could charge you a fee to use it, too.”

“You could do that, but I’m family. Family should get to use it for free.”

“I see. Who else do you see using it?”

“Jamie, when I’m not using it. You and Daddy can, too.”

“We can?” she mockingly replied.

“Sure. You’ll be paying for it.”

“What happened to part of your allowance?”

“Seriously, Mom. You guys couldn’t get it built with even all of my allowance.” I meekly smiled at her. She snorted. But maybe my idea would stick and she would talk to Daddy about it. If she was smart, she would talk to him before I did.

Mom went into the kitchen and got us something to drink. I decided to drop it, but made a mental note to really bug her about it again soon.

I followed her out to the family room with the ice tea she poured for me, and sat on the couch next to her.

“You won’t believe what I saw in the church gymnasium last night.”

“I’ve got a slight idea.”

“Figures,” I stated, rolling my eyes a little. “I saw Tammy Addison again, and I also saw Belle Thornton. Mr. and Mrs. Davidson both were in his office with them.”

“Belle Thornton, huh?”

Whoa. I was a step ahead of Mom!

“Yeah, and she was having sex!” I excitedly said, acting silly.

“Did they do the nasty?” she replied just as silly-like.

“They did it all, Mom. Beth even did it with Belle!”

“Oh, my. I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“Oh, Mother. It happens all the time at church. You should go sometime.”

“Are you saying I’m a sinner?”

“The worst,” I said, shaking my head thoughtfully.

That just got me tickled. We were being silly as fuck, but it was fun to be silly with her for a change. I thought about asking her if she knew Belle intimately, as well as the rest of the Thorntons, but decided not to pry any more right then.

“You and Tammy still good friends?” she asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Does she know you’d love to have sex with her?”

“No, but she’s wondering if I might be into girls,” I said. “Have you and she hooked up yet?”

“No,” Mom replied, snorting. “I don’t really know her well, or her family.”

“They’ve got money,” I plainly stated.

“Does it matter?” Mom raised an eyebrow.

“No. In fact, I’m gonna invite her to spend the night soon. She wants me to stay with her, too.”

“Good. She’s welcome here anytime. You two should spend more time together.”

“Why?”

“She seems to be a lot like you in a lot of ways. I think you, her, and Sarah would become great friends.”

“She is really cool.”

“Don’t let her family’s money get in the way of that.”

“Doris already got on both of us about that, in her own special way.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. She’s not very patient when dealing with stupid stuff that keeps people apart.”

I looked down and said, “Like us?”

“Yeah. Like us.”

I leaned in closely and hugged her. “I think it’s more like what used to be us.”

She kissed my forehead. “Like what I hope will never be us again.”

******

Just then, the phone rang. I jumped up to answer it.

“Hi, beautiful,” Peter told me.

“Hang on a sec,” I told him. “Mom, I’m going up to my room.”

“I’m taking you to lunch in a bit,” she informed me. “So don’t take too long. Tell Peter I said hi,” she smirked. I playfully snarled at her.

I quickly raced upstairs and into my bedroom, flouncing on the bed and rolling onto my back.

“What’s up, boyfriend?”

We talked about the previous night.

“Were you thinking about me?” I asked, remembering what Mom had already told me.

“I couldn’t help it. I wish you had been in bed with us.”

“Awww. I missed you.”

“Did you think about me?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just told you I missed you.”

“How much did you think about me?”

“Mostly when we weren’t doing things ... you know.”

“Me, too, but I was thinking about you during things as well.”

I sensed he wasn’t happy I didn’t think about him the same amount.

“Peter, I was getting my asshole totally worked over. Would you really want me to associate you with things getting poked in my butt?”

He chuckled, “I guess not. But I would like to poke your butt sometime.”

“I want you to poke it, sweetie.”

“Maybe soon?”

“Maybe sooner than you think,” I teased.

“You have the hottest ass of any girl I know.”

Boyfriends are so good for the ego.

“My hot ass wants your hot cock, mister.”

“Will you be happy with mine in your butt after having Pastor Thomas?”

“Definitely. Yours will fit much nicer. It’s the perfect size for me. And I especially like who it’s attached to.”

“Mel?”

“Yeah?”

“I was jealous.”

I paused for a second. “I was, too, Peter,” I said quietly. “And I couldn’t really figure out why. After all, I was doing the same thing with Bradley and Doris that you were doing with my mom. Talking to Doris helped me to get over it.”

“I love you, Melissa Livingston.”

“I love you more, Peter Rayner. And I’ll tell you anything you want to know ... ever.”

“You’d tell me all about last night?”

“Every detail, if you want to know. There’s nothing to tell that should upset you though.”

“Are you okay with what I did with your mom?”

“Yeah, I am. It was just sex. I know Mom is not trying to steal you from me. And we both knew what the other was doing. We weren’t cheating.”

“I just don’t want to do anything to piss you off ... or to make you break up with me.”

“I feel exactly the same way, Peter. So, we just keep doing what we’re doing.”

“Have sex with others?”

“No, silly. Well, yeah, we can do that still. But I meant we keep talking ... like we’re doing now. I belong to you, and you belong to me. If something becomes a problem, let’s promise to always talk about it before it blows up on us.”

“I like that, and I promise.”

“I promise and I like you, too.”

Peter sighed. “Wish you were here ‘cause I want you now.”

“My period started this morning,” I said, holding off on the messy details of how I discovered it.

“I still want you.”

“You can have me any way you want.”

“I have to help my dad this afternoon,” he disappointedly told me.

“I’m not feeling the best today anyways. Mom’s taking me out to lunch, too. We’ll hang out tomorrow for sure.”

“And?”

“I said I belong to you. So, whatcha gonna do with me?”

“Hold and kiss you.”

“I like that.”

“Make love to you.”

“I’m on my period,” I reminded him.

He was quiet for a moment before he said, “At least you don’t have morning sickness.”

I joked back, “At least you won’t have to quit school and get a full time job and push a baby carriage around either.”

The whole issue of paternity would likely be a bigger concern than his quitting school and stuff though.

Peter sweetly replied, “You’re the only girl I would gladly do that for.”

“Bullshit,” I called. “But you’re a sweetie for saying it anyways. You know we can fuck now and not worry at all about me getting preggers.”

He was quiet a little bit longer this time. I knew what he was thinking.

I added, “There’s lots of ways to love each other though.”

“We’ll do all of them then.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the cause.”

“So, I’m a cause now, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“I like that.”

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“I’m stroking my cock.”

“Pervert. You better be thinking of me.”

“I was thinking about Pastor Thomas fucking your butt.”

“It felt so good having his cock sliding in and out of me. He got so horny fucking my ass.”

“I wish I could’ve seen his cock sliding in and out of your ass.”

“You’ll get to see yours doing it very soon. I hear my butt squeezes cocks very nicely. I plan to have you thinking of nothing but fucking my tight little butt.”

“Jesus fuck, Mel!”

“I plan to squeeze your cock so damn good, lover,” I huskily told him. “You may want my ass more than my pussy afterwards.”

“Never,” he insisted.

I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, inside my panties and started rubbing my clit.

“I’m playing with myself ... rubbing my clit ... thinking about your hand wrapped around that steely hard shaft of yours.”

“My cock’s dripping, baby.”

“Stroke it just for me. My clit is throbbing! It’s your clit, lover. My whole body is yours. You’re the reason I’m so close to cumming.”

“My cock is yours. All of me, baby. God, you make me so fucking hard and horny!”

“Cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over me! My body is yours to shoot your cum all over!”

I was already on the verge of cumming.

“I’m cumming ... on you, lover. Oh fuccck yesss! Grrrrrrr!” he groaned intensely.

Hearing it set me off. “Ohhhh, Gawddddd!” I began screaming, drawing it out, over and over.

I don’t know exactly how long I wailed out, but I was totally wasted when my body began to relax. I could hear Peter breathing hard into the phone.

“That was fucking awesome,” I said between my own deep breaths.

“I think I set a distance record,” he replied.

“I’m glad I could inspire such an effort,” I half chuckled.

“My ear hurts.”

“Sorry,” I giggled.

“Your neighbors might’ve heard.”

“They shouldn’t be listening.”

“I don’t think you can blame them, Mel.”

“I think they all work during the day anyways.”

“Everyone on your street?”

“Peter ...” I playfully complained.

“You can be as loud as you want, as far as I’m concerned.”

I smiled.

“I wish I didn’t have to help my dad.”

“That’s okay. I’ll probably just lie around after lunch ... wherever Mom is taking me. I guess she’s throwing me a period lunch.”

“You’re going to that period party still on Sunday?”

“Yeah. I think I inspired Doris to have it.”

“She seems to be a good friend to you.”

“She’s awesome. And she wants you to come over with me sometime. Next Wednesday, if you want?”

“Sounds like it’ll be fun.”

“I promise you’ll like being with Doris.”

“So you’re offering her to me?”

“Sure. You can be with her anytime ... as long as you keep me fucked all I want.”

“I can live with that, I suppose,” he joked.

“Poor baby,” I playfully replied. “Oh, and before I forget, Tammy Addison has invited us to her party. It’s two weeks from tomorrow, the Friday before school starts. I told Tammy we’d go. Is that okay?”

“Should be fun, and we’re still hooking up tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sometime in the afternoon. I’ll come over to your house. Maybe we can go do something. You decide this one.”

“Oh, yeah,” he started, “before I forget, I hid the DVD of my birthday party on the shelf in your bedroom closet in a corner under the album my parents gave you.”

Oh shit.

“It was next to an old book.”

Holy fuck! The diary!

I scrambled off the bed and rushed over to the closet. I looked up on the shelf and saw the diary where I had left it. The DVD was in a sleeve under the album as he said. I grabbed the diary, and the DVD from under the album, and walked back over to my bed with them. I tucked the DVD inside the diary for now.

“I found it where you said,” I told him. “Did you plunder any in my closet while hiding it?”

“No, I was hurrying to hide it while I had a chance to be alone in your room when I first got there. Your mom told me I could drop off my stuff in your room,” he replied. He curiously asked, “Would I have had fun plundering in your closet?”

“You’re only allowed to plunder my body.”

“So you’re hiding stuff in there?”

“Duh. I am a girl.” I rolled my eyes.

“What kind of stuff do you hide?”

“Well, I have a few pictures Mrs. Clark gave me months ago, but there’s nothing in the pictures that you probably didn’t already know about. That’s all I’m telling you about though.”

“It’s cool, Mel. I’m just fucking with you.”

I could only assume he either didn’t look at the diary closely or just thought it was nothing but an old book he wouldn’t be interested in.

“I let you get away with it because I love you. But, don’t push it, buster,” I lightheartedly scolded.

“Doris tells you a lot, doesn’t she?”

“She’s seriously open with me about a lot of things.” I paused for a moment. “Peter, remember the blindfold game ... my blindfold game at your house?”

“Yeah,” he simply replied.

“Doris told me all about it. That’s how I know you were there. She told me Penny had to stop you from pouncing on me ... and that you watched me from the bedroom door.”

“I wanted to fuck you on that bed ... with the blindfold off.”

“You’re a sweetie for saying that. You’re my sweetie. But, I’m glad things happened later that night instead.”

“I’m just glad it happened sometime!”

“It was better in the tent. It meant more to me then than it would’ve been on that bed.”

******

“Hey, lazy butt,” Jamie said loudly from the door, “get off the phone!”

I quickly glanced at the door where Jamie and Sarah were standing.

“Shut up, dork,” I replied. Looking at Sarah, “Can’t you control your boyfriend?”

“Nobody controls me,” Jamie proudly stated.

“Go pick up your room,” Mom firmly stated from behind him.

“C’mon,” he said to Sarah.

She quickly replied, “Nuh uh. I’m not cleaning your room.”

I snickered. Mom was trying not to laugh at him. He looked defeated.

Sarah gave him a quick kiss. “I want to talk to Mel anyways,” she said as she walked to my bed and sprawled out beside me. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he snarled back at me before heading toward his room.

“I gotta go,” I told Peter. “Love you. Bye.”

“Aww. You two kids are so cute, Sarah teased me.”

I pounced on her. “Don’t tease me,” I playfully growled while tickling her.

“You just had phone sex, didn’t you?” Sarah teased.

“Where were you when you heard me?”

“I didn’t, but your mom did. She said to give you a few minutes before coming upstairs.”

“I wish I wasn’t so freakin’ loud!” I said in frustration.

“Well, no one will ever accuse you of faking an orgasm.” Sarah scrunched her face trying hard to suppress a laugh.

“Thanks a lot. At least I have that going for me,” I sarcastically replied. “Is my mom ever that loud ... you know ...”

“No. And she even mentioned one time that she doesn’t know who you inherited that from.”

“Little tits, but a big mouth,” I sighed.

“Chica, mine are basically the same size.”

“I heard that ‘basically’ word.”

“You need to let it go, girl. You got a boyfriend that thinks you’re the hottest girl that ever lived.”

“He is pretty good for my ego. But why did you think I was doing phone sex and not just playing with myself?”

“Jamie told me about the one time when he fucked you while you were talking dirty to Peter on the phone,” she replied, grinning.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing at the fucking diary lying beside me.

“It’s one of Mom’s old books from college,” I replied, grabbing it and leaning over to toss it under my bedside table. It was the truth. Fortunately, Sarah quickly lost interest in it. I couldn’t tell her anything about it without breaking my promise to Mom.

“Have you ever done phone sex?” I asked, making sure her mind was now on something else.

She blushed and replied, “Jamie and I did during the same phone call when he told me about you.”

“Copy cats! Did you have fun?”

“It was fun. We seem to talk dirtier to each other on the phone than we do when we’re together.”

“Makes sense in a way. I’m sure you’ll be the filthy slutty potty mouth he’s always wanted before long though.”

It was my turn to get tickled.

I briefly told Sarah about the previous night with Doris and Bradley, and waking up to find out I had started my period and had made a mess of their bed.

“I’ve gotten so close with Doris over the past few weeks. You should come with me sometime to hang out with her.”

“I don’t know her at all, really. I know she is good friends with both of our moms.”

“Doris went to college with them, rooming in the same dorm building when they were freshmen.”

I didn’t dare say anything remotely related to the OCS and porn things. I hated keeping it a secret, but I knew it was way too important to keep my promise to Mom. Since Sarah’s mom didn’t participate in it, I felt a little comfort about keeping it from her. Hopefully one day she would be okay with Sarah knowing about it.

Changing the subject, I asked, “Did you and Jamie get into the talk we had with our moms yesterday afternoon?”

“We did last night while lying in my bed. We talked about a lot of the deception that was going on. I was guilty of it, too, though. We were able to talk without getting into a fight about it. In fact, we actually felt closer for admitting things to each other about the past year.”

“I’m glad. You’re good for Jamie, and he’s good for you.”

“I’m so in love with him. And I’m sure he is with me ...”

“I know he loves you.” But I somehow got a weird feeling that Sarah wasn’t as sure about Jamie as she led me to believe. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but it was there. And I also knew how jealous Jamie was of Sarah having sex with our parents.

We then got into some of the things that we had talked about with our moms the previous afternoon.

“Speaking of our moms,” I started saying, “yesterday afternoon ...”

“I’m glad we finally all had that talk,” Sarah said.

“I can’t believe they tried to lie to us at the beginning though!”

“I can see why they did,” Sarah said. “Not that I think it was right.”

“Hopefully the lying is over now.”

“I hope so, too, Mel. I know you probably still have a lot of things you want to know from me.”

“Well, yeah. But, it’s not like I need to know everything at the moment.”

“All you have to do is ask. I think you know the important stuff though.”

“There are probably some things you would like to know from me as well.”

“Yeah, but not now.”

“You really saw a video of my daddy and Julie when my mom asked about you losing your virginity to him?”

“Yeah. And seeing it did get me seriously thinking about letting him.”

“Julie started doing stuff years before either of us, you know.”

“Who would’ve thought Julie?” Sarah asked. “I mean, she’s cool and all, but she just seems so innocent about things.”

“I think Julie is wilder than either of us realize. I’ve learned a lot about her just over the past week. Derek seems really hot for her.”

“I like Julie a lot,” Sarah stated. “But there is more than meets the eye with her.”

“Duh. I thought I was the horny one around here. Julie’s been into sex of some kind since she was eight!”

“No she hasn’t. You’re making that up, chica,” Sarah looked at me doubtfully.

“Has too. Doris told me about it.”

“Wow!” Sarah exclaimed in total amazement. “Really? Since she was eight?!”

I nodded confidently.

“Until lately, I only knew what I saw in the tape with your dad. She was twelve then. And, also the stuff we did together at her house since last summer. This is too wild!”

I then told Sarah what Doris had told me about Julie - that Doris babysat her and gave her singing lessons, what Doris did with her that led to oral sex with both Doris and Bradley before she was even ten, about Julie’s parents involvement in following what Julie did, that Julie had become involved with her brother and sister before she was ten as well, that Julie lost her virginity to Bradley when she was ten, that my daddy first fucked Julie when she was eleven, and that the video Sarah saw with Daddy and Julie was probably not their first time.

By the time I was finished, Sarah looked dizzy from her head constantly shaking side to side in amazement.

“I didn’t know ANY of that, Mel.”

“I don’t think anyone does except all our parents, and perhaps Kari,” I replied. “You can’t tell anyone what I just told you.”

“I already knew that, and would never talk about anything you told me without asking you first.”

I then asked, “How did things go with your mom concerning the spying she did?”

“We talked about it after you left, and Mom explained that it was something she really gets off on doing - being a voyeur. She said she knew it would likely upset me if I found out, but she just couldn’t help herself most of the time.”

I could understand Colleen believing that.

Sarah added, “I knew Mom was revealing something embarrassing to me, her daughter, and I decided it wasn’t all that unusual compared to everything else that was going on.”

“No shit,” I blurted out.

“I told Mom she could spy on me whenever she wanted.”

“No you didn’t!” I looked at Sarah amazed.

“Uh huh, but I also told her that even though I got upset when it came up yesterday as we were talking about what Mom had done, the more I thought about it, I actually got off on the idea of being watched by someone like my own mom.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded, and even blushed a little.

I was proud of my best friend for being so bold like that. I guess my wildness was rubbing off on her just a little more. It was about time!

“Too cool,” I said. “It’s also really cool that the two of you bonded like that, and didn’t just argue about your mom invading your privacy.”

“I think we had our best talk ever after you guys left. It got awkward though talking about ... you know ...”

“What we did in the bedroom before Mom and I left?”

She nodded self-consciously.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you too far ...”

“No, it’s cool. It was just so awkward afterwards.”

“But not while doing it?”

“Maybe at first, but once we started touching, it was so wild!”

“That’s the way it is with me and Mom, especially at first, but doing things with her still gets me incredibly hot.”

“Watching the two of you made it easier for me, in a way. It looked so sexy ... the two of you. Mom admitted that to me as well. She said it was such wicked fun watching you with your mom, and then doing a little with me herself.”

I grinned.

“But she also said she was really concerned about things going too far, and hurting one or both of us.”

“I know. My mom is the same way.” Then I asked, “Do you think you and your mom might do something like that again?”

“I doubt it. I don’t think me or mom would be brave enough to initiate something like that on our own.”

“Would you want to do more with your mom?”

“I don’t know if I could actually do it like you and your mom did, but it does make me horny thinking about it happening.”

“You told me once about wanting to do stuff with your father.”

“I remember. I just don’t know if I could actually do it like you did with your dad during that blindfold game, much less without a blindfold.”

I let it drop there. I was sure she was still interested in doing things with her parents. But there was no way it was going to happen on its own.

I then asked, “Are you and Jamie okay after finding out that he and Pam were in on it together with faking losing Pam’s virginity in front of us as part of a plot to get us to give up our cherries?”

“I was rather pissed at first. But it happened before we became a couple. So I’m giving him a pass on it. And also,” she blushed deeply, “it made it easier to decide to give my virginity to your dad.”

“Good. I was afraid how you would react. I really think he regrets being a part of all that now.”

Sarah said, “I was surprised you didn’t get pissed off at me with some of the things I said while I was a little angry.”

“I was surprised at myself. But then we both had been deceived by our moms. If it had been anyone else though, I would’ve probably said ‘fuck you’ and stormed off,” I admitted. “If it had been Pam or Tammy or even Jennifer, I would’ve been right back in their face.”

“I’ve seen you when you get mad at someone. It isn’t pretty.” She chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Things are different with you though. Instead of getting pissed off about something you’ve said or done, I just shut myself down, although I was really close to losing it at one point during the talk. I think I shut down so that I won’t do or say something to lose my best friend. It’s kinda like a self-preservation thing.

“Sarah, I need you to be my best friend, or I would likely go nuts. We’ve been together too long to let anything come between us easily, which is why I fretted so much about what our moms had done with us over the past year. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have really cared so much.”

Sarah moved closer to cuddle with me.

“But it was you, Sarah. So I almost went nuts worrying.”

Sarah said, “Don’t worry anymore. Everything is out in the open now and we can talk about anything and everything. I like that a lot. You know how much you mean to me, too. I love you just like we were sisters ... and sisters have their moments too.”

I sorta jokingly asked, “How would you know about sisters?” Yikes, I quickly realized Sarah was serious.

She locked eyes with me. “I’ve watched sisters together a lot since I’m an only child. They argue and fight at times, sometimes a lot, but rarely does it stop them from being close.”

“I love you, Sarah.” I hugged her tighter, getting misty eyed.

“I love you, too,” she replied sincerely. “You are one crazy chica with some of the stuff you do, but I hope you never stop being that way. And I want us to always be close.”

I smiled at her.

“I wish you had been camping with me last weekend.”

“Me too.”

“Did you know anything about any of the nude camping?”

“Not until I was told about it by your parents that Saturday night when you had discovered what was going on at the Rayners. I suspect everyone had been keeping it from me even though I had been involved with yours and Julie’s parents. Everyone was probably afraid I would mention it to you since the camping itself didn’t actual involve sex, just nudity.”

“That makes sense.”

I then told Sarah about the blindfold game at the Rayners when I first discovered the backyard campout.

“I remember your mom leaving in a rush that afternoon, and how Jamie really wasn’t too happy about leaving. I’m sure he wanted to fuck me some more that day. I didn’t understand what was going on. It wasn’t until that night that your mom told me why she and Jamie left in such a hurry, and why he didn’t come back with her either.”

“You weren’t ever at any of my blindfold games, were you?”

“Nope. It would’ve been fun though,” she devilishly grinned. “Were you at any of mine?”

“I definitely wish I had been at yours, but unfortunately I wasn’t,” I replied, deviously.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, smiling as her eyebrows rose.

“I may do my own blindfold game with you, missy.”

“You and what army?”

We giggled together.

“Speaking of the Rayners,” Sarah began. “How are you and Pam right now?”

I sighed. “We’re okay. You and I have known Pam forever, and although she can be irritating as fuck sometimes ...”

“She is ‘Miss Know It All’ for a reason,” Sarah added, tilting her head wincingly.

“She’s also too willing to have fun at our expense as well.”

“I know,” Sarah replied. “But she’s always there when we need her as a friend. She just forgets what friendship is about sometimes.”

“She was quick to warn me about Jennifer, even though she was totally wrong about what Jennifer was doing. In the end, it worked out fine. And you should’ve seen her at the campground Sunday morning and when she was here on Tuesday. She was falling all over herself apologizing and telling me anything I wanted to know. She was really afraid she had blown it with me because of the past year. Even at Peter’s birthday dinner, she was bending over backwards for me. Pam still doesn’t know Jennifer is into girls.”

Sarah looked thoughtful for a few moments. “I don’t know if either of us will ever understand what makes her tick, but when it’s seriously important, she always does the right thing for us.”

“Yeah, but she is never shy about getting one over on us.”

“I say we keep her.” Sarah urged.

“I’m not saying I don’t want her as a friend. I do. I just wish she would stop some of the shit she does to one up us all the time.”

“Maybe she’s learned her lesson?”

“We can only hope,” I replied. “And since she is Peter’s sister ... well ...”

“I think most of it is because she’s almost a year older than us, and because of that she has done things sooner.”

“Yeah, she does like being older than us. I guess it won’t matter so much now like it used to, though.”

“And I think now that you and Peter are a serious couple, she’ll back off on some of her crap for Peter’s sake.”

“I’d hate to have her as an enemy,” I stated.

“Pam wouldn’t let that ever happen. She would hate having you as an enemy... which is why she came to you with her tail tucked between her legs this week. She loves her friends and family, and eventually remembers that before things go too far.”

I wondered at some point if Pam would explain to Sarah just how close her family is.

“There’s some stuff I know about the Rayners now that you don’t ... and I can’t tell you about it because I promised them not to tell anyone.”

“It’s cool. Thanks for telling me that much ... whatever it is.”

“But I want to tell you everything about everything,” I whined. “Especially after the past year.”

“Does it affect me?”

“No, and I don’t know that it ever will. You’ll probably find out eventually.”

“Then don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling reassuringly.

******

Mom appeared at the door.

“Sarah, hon, can I borrow your sister to take her to lunch?” she sweetly asked.

I raised my eyes at the way Mom phrased that. Had she been listening in on us? I wondered if I could get away with spanking Mom.

(continued in chapter 43)