Chapter Fifty-Three

Arriving at my grandparents’ house, Grandpa was waiting for us on the porch.

“Hi, Grandpa,” I yelled out as I practically ran up to him. We hugged each other tightly.

“How is my little Mellie,” he asked.

As much as it irked me when he called me nicknames like that, I loved it even more. I was his one and only granddaughter, and he treated me just like it, too. I couldn’t do any wrong in his eyes. Well, nothing wrong that was bad enough to ever cause him to spank me or anything. I could get away with quite a bit before he would calmly call me down.

“I’m a cheerleader again,” I replied.

“So I heard from your mother.”

“I’m the team captain, too.”

“That’s my granddaughter - a natural born leader,” he beamed, hugging me again.

Grandma came out of the house and welcomed us, too.

She kissed my cheek, “I’m glad to see you again, Melissa. We’ve missed you over the summer.” She leaned back, looking at me, “Oh my, you’re becoming a very beautiful young lady.”

“I’m sorry for not visiting,” I told both of them.

“We’re as much to blame, honey," Grandma replied. "We should’ve come to visit as well.”

Mom was hugging Grandpa and then Grandma. “Hi Dad, hi Mom, good to see you again.” She kissed them on their cheeks. “We’ve all had a very busy summer. Greg sends his love.”

“We understand, Andrea,” Grandma said. “Let’s go inside. It’s just too hot out here.”

We took our things inside their house. Of course, Grandpa had to carry my things for me. I didn’t mind. He loved doing it for me. What more could a girl want than a doting grandfather? Well, a lot I guess, but adoring grandfathers are so cool.

After putting our things away, we sat together in their family room.

“We’ll have to come for a visit for a few days before school starts back,” Grandpa suggested. “How about the weekend before school starts back?”

I started to say that would be a horrible weekend. There were always the last minute things to do! But then, practically anytime was potentially going to be a bad time for me for the foreseeable future.

“I might be tied up with some things at times, cheer practice and stuff, but it would be so cool if you came and stayed,” I said.

Hugging me to her, Grandma said, “We’re very happy for you, Melissa. We’re both very proud of our cheerleader. We’ll work around whatever you need to do.”

“We’ll definitely be coming to see your competitions again this school year,” Grandpa added.

Mom then said, “Terri Walcott mentioned to me yesterday that she’s planning a pool party for Julie’s birthday that Saturday afternoon. You know Julie will want you there.”

“You guys could go to the party, too!” I told my grandparents.

Grandpa laughed, “I think we’ll let you kids do your thing together while we visit with your parents. I’m guessing Sarah will be invited as well. It’ll be good to see her and Colleen and Bob while we’re in town.”

“Did you see Sarah last weekend?”

“We didn’t get a chance to drop by to see her last weekend. Your father stopped by for a while though. He spent the night with the Thompsons.”

“Why didn’t he stay here?” I asked, and immediately got the evil eye from Mom. She knew I was aware of him ending up in Sarah’s bed at her grandparents’ house. Anyway, it really was none of my business. I was being rudely forward with an adult. Forward was another one of those words Mom seemed to love using with me, and I could hear it amongst all her unspoken words with her glare.

“We were invited by some friends from out of town, old work buddies of mine and your grandpa, to go visit with them for the weekend,” Grandma explained. “We had already delayed our plans to meet up with them when your father showed up with little notice. He’s been working so many long hours that we hated to say we couldn’t spend time with him. Jason and Cynthia were glad to take him in for the evening for us though. You know how close all of us are. Fortunately they have two extra bedrooms since Sarah was spending the weekend as well.”

“You didn’t need to explain all of that, Mom,” my mother interrupted her, and then stared hard at me again. I shrunk in my chair.

“It’s okay, honey,” Grandma replied. “Melissa is nothing if not curious and spunky! She’ll make a wonderful mother herself one day.” Then she added grandmotherly, “Not for many years, I hope.”

I smiled. Grandma was good at coming to my defense, even though she probably agreed with Mom. Grandma’s can be cool like that. She would go bonkers though if she knew of all the spunk that had been pumped into me over the past few months!

“And a terrific wife,” Grandpa sarcastically added, chuckling. “Isn’t that right, my little Susie-Sherlock?” Grandma snorted. Even Mom half-laughed at her father. I just playfully snarled and stuck my tongue out at him. He just grinned back. He knew me well.

We talked for a bit longer before Grandma went to fix us some lunch. I offered to help, which she happily accepted.

“I made some of the fresh vegetable soup you like so much.”

“Mmmm,” I said as I quickly picked up a spoon and sampled it. “You make the bestest, Grandma.”

“You and that word,” she tsked.

“Bestest means the best of the best,” I reminded her.

“I know, honey,” she patted my head. Old people can be such oldies.

We ate lunch together at their kitchen table.

Grandma told Mom, “We can start going through the attic and basement after lunch. It’ll likely take most of the afternoon. I need to run into town with your father to pick up a few things. It won’t take too long.”

“I need to pick up some more boxes we’ll be using,” Grandpa reminded her as well.

“That’s fine,” Mom replied. “Mel and I can start going through the things in the attic while you’re gone.”

******

We had things in both the attic and basement to go through but we started with the attic. Because I was so small, I had the honor of being the one to scrounge around in the attic. Mom joined me near the stairs, but I could crawl around a lot easier to get to the things tucked away where the ceiling was very low.

Most of what I found were things my grandparents had accumulated over the years, and just couldn’t bring themselves to ever throw away. As they had run out of space to keep anything else, they decided it was time to bite the bullet and have a big yard sale.

It wasn’t that my grandparents were packrats or hoarders. They just had a hard time letting go of things that held some kind of sentimental value for them. Some were just things like clothes that were boxed up to be given away, but never were. Some of the boxes had started to fall apart from the humidity.

While pulling out the stuff, I even found some of Mom’s old clothes from when she was about my age.

Some of them were hilarious. I mean, platform shoes?

“They were popular back then,” she claimed.

“Mother, please! Could you even walk in them?” I snickered.

“It was the disco era, everyone was wearing them.”

“Uh huh,” I replied, trying not to bust out laughing.

“Just you wait until you have a thirteen-year-old daughter going through your old things, missy. I thought my mother wore the most insane stuff when she was my age.”

Mom knew she was busted but was trying to save face. My daughter was gonna think I was the coolest chica ever. I just knew it. However, Mom was forever gonna be the most wanted by the fashion police. I also made a whole lot of mental notes as ammo for her future comments about my fashion statements.

I chuckled as I pulled out some more stuff. “Can I have some of them?”

“You want my old clothes?”

“Yeah. Not all of them. But a few I could wear for a cool retro olden days look.”

“So you can make more fun of me?” she asked, obviously a little miffed.

“Some of this stuff is cool, Mom,” I sincerely told her. “I bet you made all of it look awesome, too.”

The last part was partly bullshit. I’m sure she looked hot in whatever she wore, but some of this stuff should have been illegal just on principle alone!

She did help me pick out a few outfits which we put aside. She smiled looking at some of it, even biting her bottom lip a few times. I wondered what kind of memories she was reliving.

We went back to sorting through all the rest of the tons of things my grandparents had tucked away over the years. We quickly filled the new boxes my grandparents had provided. Mom took them down the attic stairs into the hallway and soon there was a stack of boxes for Grandpa to carry into the garage.

“What the fuck,” I muttered as I opened another box. It was full of porn magazines! I glanced over some of the covers.

“What did you find,” Mom called out.

I decided to show her, sliding the box with me over to the opening where she waited on the attic stairs.

“Please tell me these are yours.” I pleaded.

“Honey ...”

“Oh, my Gawd! They’re Grandpa’s!”

“Mel, don’t you go judging your grandpa now ...”

“Does Grandma know about these magazines?” I asked, talking to her over the box.

Mom sighed and nodded.

Grandma obviously hadn’t thrown them out. “Oh. My. Gawd. She looks at this stuff too!”

“Mel ...” Mom started, but then seemed flustered.

I took one out and flipped through it. The pictures were pretty hardcore.

“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled. “Did you know your parents had these when you lived at home?”

“Yes. I found a few stashed in my parents’ bedroom closet one time ...”

“Wait ... you plundered in your parents’ closet?” I asked with a smirk. She was totally busted and she knew it.

“My doing it doesn’t excuse you doing it in my bedroom, missy.”

“I already figured that out, mother dearest,” I stated, grinning. She gave me a smirky smile.

“I just never thought my own grandparents would ...”

“Look, honey, lots of people look at porn. Why do you think there are places like the Formons’ store selling those kinds of magazines? Elaine showed you some of those, didn’t she?”

“It’s just ... didn’t it bother you discovering your parents looking at this stuff?” I fumbled, not sure what to say. And I knew immediately how stupid my question was. It didn’t really bother me anymore that my parents looked at porn. They had even been secretly spying on us kids having sex - even sneakily using their webcam!

Mom jumped in, “Your grandparents are human like everyone else. And they enjoy their sexuality, too.”

“But grandparents aren’t supposed to look at stuff like this!” I demanded silly-like.

Mom laughed.

“Stop laughing at me! This isn’t right. My grandparents are perfect, not pervs!”

And they were perfect ... in my eyes.

“Like you?” Mom snickered.

“Gawd, Mom! Don’t even say they’re like me!”

Mom chuckled and then turned serious again. “Your grandparents have natural urges and interests in sex ... just like everyone else you know. I know your grandparents are very special to you, but they’re human beings like the rest of us.”

I stared at an image of what had to be the most blatant crotch shot ever. The photographer had to be an aspiring gynecologist.

“Guess what, Mel.”

“What?” I asked, now looking at a rather large cock finding its way into that same crotch.

“Your grandparents even have sex.”

“TMI, Mom,” I droned.

“What’s the big deal? You don’t mind knowing about your own parents’ sex life.”

“I know you’re not perfect. Do you mind if I have at least a few illusions while I’m still a kid?”

“Santa isn’t real either.”

“You’re mean.” We both giggled. But I realized that I was holding my grandparents to a higher standard than my parents or myself. I felt more than a little hypocritical. But then my grandparents had always seemed so perfect to me. I just had never imagined them interested in sex at all.

I flipped through some more of the magazines. The women didn’t even look real. Mom called it airbrushing.

“You seem rather enthralled,” Mom commented.

“I like Colleen’s pictures better.” I looked at Mom. “These pictures seem so artificial. I thought the same while looking at the magazines at the Formons' store. I like the ones of real people having real sex much better. Like the ones in my album from the Rayners.”

“Whatever will your grandchildren think of you when they see your pictures in that album?” Mom playfully chastised. I grinned as I blushed.

She then added, “Sweetheart, your grandparents are normal people with normal interests and desires. They are perfect for you. They love you without any regard to your own faults.”

“What faults?” I asked, insulted.

She gave me a hard sarcastic glare. “Seriously, Melissa Susan Livingston?”

“What?” I seriously asked.

Mom rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

“Okay, I have a few faults.”

She snorted.

“Maybe a lot of faults,” I added while smiling, and then giggled.

“We all have them.”

“Including you,” I stated.

“Careful, young lady.”

“We have a lot in common, Mother.”

“Let’s both remember that,” she stated.

“So, what are we gonna do with the nudie magazines?”

“I’ll take care of them,” she said as she took the box from me. “And, baby girl, you never saw them. Okay?”

“So, you’re gonna lie to your parents, huh?” I grinned.

“Of course, and so are you if they ask about them, okay?” I smiled and nodded. I knew it would embarrass my grandparents if they knew I was aware of their ... interest in certain things.

“You’re not gonna throw them out, are you?”

“Do you want them?”

“No, but ...”

“You’re worried I’ll be throwing out some of your grandpa’s good memories?”

“TMI, Mom!”

“Wuss,” she snickered. I snarled at her.

“I’ll put the box in their bedroom, and they can decide what to do with them.”

“You should keep them for Jamie if they’re gonna throw them away.”

“He doesn’t need them, he’s got enough.”

“Jamie has a porn stash?” I incredulously asked.

“He’s a teen boy.”

“You found his stash while snooping, didn’t you?”

“Sure. It’s what a mother does.”

“Have you snooped in my room?”

“What do you think?”

“Ugghhh!” I groaned, shaking my head.

“So, do you want to keep them? You could put them in the back of your closet. Perhaps you can make some of your own good memories with them?” she teased. “Or, you could borrow Jamie’s.”

“Whatever,” I curtly replied, flustered. I blushed.

Mom laughed and added, “Some of the pages in his magazines might be stuck together though.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, when a certain substance dries ...”

“Gross, Mom! Ewwww!” She laughed at me again, then took the box and went downstairs with it.

Just a short time later I also found old reels of movie films. They were in plain cases, which led me to believe they were home-made. Most of the cases just had a date or year written on them. It would be cool to see some old movies that could have Mom in them when she was a little girl. I had seen pictures of my grandparents when they were younger, but those were almost always posed. It would be fun to see movies of all of them just being themselves.

I glanced through the boxes of movies some more. One of the boxes had cases with short descriptions like ‘Group Party’, ‘Handyman’, “Fun Neighbor”, and ‘Traveling Salesman’. I half-laughed, wondering if these were some old porn movies.

Mom interrupted me. “What are you looking at?”

I grabbed the box of movies and made my way back over to her.

“I think I found more of Grandpa’s porn stash.”

Mom took the box from me and inspected them.

“I wish he had told me these were up here,” she said to herself.

“You knew he had them? Why should he have told you?”

“I wished he had told me so we wouldn’t be having these particular conversations about your grandparents,” she said, showing a little frustration.

“Are they pornos?”

“Probably. I guess he forgot about them. And as far as he is concerned, I found them, okay?”

“That’s cool with me. It’s going to be awkward enough with me knowing he has this kind of stuff. I don’t want him feeling the same way.”

“He would just brush it off and pretend like it never happened.”

I sometimes wished I could do that with certain things!

“You didn’t say how you knew he had them?”

“How do you think?” she smirked. I grinned.

“And he knows you know about them?”

“Yes, honey. My parents figured out I had found them when I was a teen. It’s not a big secret between us.”

“That had to be awkward. Are the movies like the ones ... you know?” I asked, referring to the ones she had made while in college.

“For the most part, but most of the porn produced on reel films like these weren’t very professionally done. They were made as cheaply as possible.”

“So you’ve seen them?”

She nodded. “I’m not sure I’ve seen them all. Look, we’ll talk about it later. We need to get finished up here so we can get to work in the basement.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she playfully huffed. It was obvious she was feeling a little off balance with the things I was discovering.

Mom then went down with that box as well. I guess she put it in her parents’ bedroom and not with the other boxes.

I crawled back over and got the other box of movies I had also found. I took it back over to the opening to the attic. Mom had just gotten back.

“Mom, here’re some that I don’t think are pornos. Could we watch them sometime?”

“I can’t make any promises. For one thing, we’ll need to get a projector.”

“When do you think the movies were made?”

“I’m sure most of them are from when I was about your age and before. I only remember my father using a Super 8 camera back then. When I was about fourteen or so, he bought a camcorder that recorded to VHS tapes.”

******

Once we finished in the attic, we went into the kitchen for a drink. It had been quite warm and dusty in the attic, and I felt a little sweaty and grimy. I was so gonna need a shower when we finished.

My grandparents came back right around that time and were quite happy when we told them that the attic was empty. Mom went with Grandpa to show him the stack of boxes. She had labeled them with a marker.

Grandma and Mom went down into the basement with me where we spent the next few hours. It was dusty, too, but at least it was cooler down there.

I pulled out box after box, going through them, discovering a number of things about my grandparents I had never known. I was aware that my grandmother was a big reader, but I had never realized the extent of her interests. She had quite a few bookshelves upstairs filled with books, too.

I found books ranging from non-fiction to science fiction, from romance to religious, from political to poetry. I was impressed.

As for my grandfather, I discovered he enjoyed collecting. It wasn’t any particular thing. In a few boxes, I found old vinyl records ranging from rock to country, from religious to comedy. He had several boxes with old car license plates from all over.

He had old children’s toys, some still in their unopened boxes. Many of them were small cars and tractors. He had some really nice ones on shelves and tables upstairs.

Some of the toys still in their boxes were some I remembered Jamie and I had gotten for our birthdays or Christmas when we were very young. Grandpa obviously bought an extra set at times to keep as a collectible. I had no idea where most of mine were now. Sarah, Pam, and I wore out many of them while playing together.

Occasionally Peter had been with us. He was just a yucky boy then, no matter what his age. But we did let him play with us a lot when we were really young. Now I wanted him to play with me all the time! So much had changed so fast.

There were also some older pieces of furniture, like small end tables and such. We looked at all of those things in the basement and sorted them just like we had done in the attic.

******

It took almost another two hours, but we were able to go through most of the stuff in the basement, too. We separated the things into three piles - stuff Mom thought Grandma would likely be interested in trying to sell, stuff to keep, and stuff to throw out.

Grandma joined us and she repacked the junk from dilapidated boxes into new ones they had bought in town. She also began looking at some of the boxes of books. Grandpa came in from time to time to carry them into the garage.

“Now where did I put it ...”

“What are you looking for,” Mom asked her.

“I had one set aside ... here it is,” she said, picking up this one box. “Melissa, dear, would you be interested in some books to take back with you?”

I walked over and looked inside the box. Some of the titles looked sorta interesting. I wasn’t a big reader though. Grandma was always trying to get me to read more. I just didn’t have the time!

Mom looked at me, definitely indicating I should be polite.

“Sure, I don’t think I’ve read these.”

“I picked them out for you. Some of them I was given when I was a teenager. I think you’ll enjoy them. Some of them are about young women from the nineteenth century.”

Ancient times chicas? Whatever.

One of them was titled “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen. Even the title sounded boring. I remembered seeing it on a recommended reading list at school the previous year. My first impression was the book would be stupid. I knew I would be right.

“You may find that you have some things in common with Elizabeth,” Grandma added, smiling.

Mom snorted.

“What?” I asked, looking at her.

“Nothing, baby girl,” Mom said, grinning as she turned away. I just shrugged.

“Elizabeth was close to her father,” Grandma noted. “She also initially misjudges a young man in her life.”

Maybe I would read it.

“Would you take the box upstairs and put it on the dining room table, dear?” she asked me. “That way you’ll know where they are when you get ready to leave tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thanks, Grandma,” I said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

I grabbed the box and took it upstairs into the dining room. The table was covered in things Grandpa had taken out of the silverware and china cabinets and drawers to clean. I decided to just set the box down on the floor near another box of books that apparently Grandma had decided to keep.

******

“That about does it for the attic and basement,” Grandma told Mom. “Your father and I will go through the storage shed and barn during the week.”

It was obvious she didn’t want us to spend all of our visit just working. I could tell she appreciated everything we had done. It had taken most of the afternoon between Mom and me to go through just what was in the attic and the basement.

We all walked back upstairs and went to the bathroom to wash up some. We both took what Grandma called a ‘bird bath’. Basically, it was stripping down and washing off at the sink with a wash cloth. I was ready to just go for a long shower, but Mom had other ideas.

“Hurry up and get dressed.”

“I’d rather lie around for a while,” I replied, slipping on clean clothes.

“You can lie around later, lazy butt. Put your shoes on and come with me,” she told me. “I want to show you some things.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” She enjoyed keeping me in suspense.

She told her parents we were going for a walk. She picked up a couple of water bottles to take with us. I was pretty thirsty and took a long sip.

Grandma leaned closer to Mom, patted her arm, and softly said, “It’s good to see you two spending quality time together.”

I shook my head and sorta rolled my eyes. Like, why does she think I can’t hear her when she does that? But that’s my grandma! I loved her and all of her weird quirks.

Mom led me out of the house and toward the woods at the back of my grandparents’ property.

Jamie, Sarah and I had played back in those woods for years when we had stayed with our grandparents. Mine owned about eighty acres of property. Sarah’s had about twice as much. In fact, they sold my grandparents the land they now own years ago when Mom was very young. Basically, they just split off part of their undeveloped property. From things I overheard, the Thompsons practically gave away the property to my grandparents.

Mr. Thompson had helped my grandparents clear enough of the land to build a house and do a little farming. It was easy to see that they had been close friends for a long time. Over the years my grandparents had cleared off more of their land.

With their properties adjacent to each other, it was rather easy for Mom and Colleen to visit and play together. However, the houses were about a half-mile apart from each other. The property still had a rather dense wooded area between them as well. So years ago, the Thompsons used their tractor and other equipment to clear a large enough path through the woods so the kids could more safely walk to see each other. It was definitely much safer than walking along the highway. There wasn’t a lot of traffic, but being on the edge of town, the speed limit was higher.

At the very back of the property was a small stream. It marked the backside boundary to both properties. The wooded area at the back of the property wasn’t nearly as dense as the woods between the houses. Mom and Colleen had told us about how they had played back in those woods when they were kids. It was a fun place for us city kids to play, too.

I remembered that Grandpa and Mr. Thompson used to cut trees for firewood. They let others come in and cut some trees as well. They had always tried to keep it from getting overgrown.

A section of property on the other side of the stream was a larger wooded area. It was a rather isolated area. It was owned by another family.

As we started walking, I asked, “Mom, what did Grandma mean by what she said?”

“About the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“She knows we haven’t been that close over the past twelve months.”

“You two have talked about me?”

“Sure.”

“Mom!”

“You’re surprised that your mother and grandmother talk to each other?”

“Yeah ... I mean, no ... uh ...”

“Well, we do. I’ve worried a lot about you and me. So we’ve talked about things, including you, too.”

“You have?” I incredulously asked. “But that’s private stuff about me!”

“Honey, we’re the two women in your life who are not only related closely to you by blood, but love you the most. We’re going to talk about you ... and Jamie as well. Get over it already.”

“I don’t want her thinking bad about me though!”

Mom laughed.

“I’m serious, Mom!”

“Baby girl, your grandma loves you to death. She thinks so highly of you. But don’t ever have the illusion that she thinks you’re perfect.”

“Well, she could at least think I’m close to perfect,” I stated.

“She thinks you are, but since you’re not perfect, she worries just like any grandmother naturally will.”

“What all did you tell her?”

“That you have a boyfriend.”

“Duh!”

“That you’re on the pill now.”

“Mom!”

“She knows you’re not a virgin.”

“No you didn’t!”

“She’s glad you’re on the pill.”

“Mom!? How could you?! She probably thinks I’m a little slut!”

“Well ...” she paused, sorta snickering at me.

“Mom! She doesn’t need to know I really am one!”

“Relax. She doesn’t think you’re a slut, Mel.”

“But she knows I’m having sex!”

“And she’s glad you’re taking the proper precautions.”

“Gawd, Mom!”

“Melissa, she was the one who first mentioned to me that you should go on the pill before you get much older.”

“Do I have slut written on my forehead or something?”

She chuckled.

“It’s not funny, Mom!”

“Dear, you’re not the only one who believes you’re just like me.”

“Oh, my Gawd. She knows you were a slut ... err ... umm ...”

“Adventurous,” she offered.

“Yeah, that,” I agreed. “I don’t believe this!”

“You thought she was very old fashioned? Have you forgotten about the porn you found in the attic already?”

I sighed.

“Like I’ve told you already, your grandma adores you. She knows you much better than you think though. And knowing what she does makes no difference in how she feels about you.”

“Does Grandpa know?” I hesitantly asked.

She nodded.

“About Peter and me?”

She nodded again.

“I’m gonna be a widow,” I droned. Mom laughed.

“Don’t worry about Peter. Your grandpa likes him, and everything he’s been told about him. He thinks you could do far worse when it comes to boys.”

“But he knows Peter is fucking me.”

“He knows you kids are just being kids. He was a teenager once as well. He’s very happy you’re being careful. You don’t have to worry about what he thinks.”

I sighed. “That’s cool then, I guess.”

I cringed at the idea of my grandparents ever knowing about all the sex I was having. Especially with grownups! Grandpa would probably go on a shooting rampage. I certainly couldn’t imagine he would still think highly of Mr. Clark if he knew Bob had taken my virginity. Daddy would be a dead man as well. I wondered if he would shoot Jamie though. After all, Jamie was his only grandson. As for the rest of the adults who had had sex with me, they better all run for the hills if he ever found out!

Mom then said, “I haven’t told them you’ve been drinking and smoking weed.”

“I’m not a drunk or crack head, Mom,” I objected a little offended.

“Don’t worry, they don’t think you are.”

“Thank God for that,” I blurted out. “Do they know you’ve done some drugs?”

“Well, they know I’ve tried some things.”

“Everything you’ve done?”

“Just the weed and Ecstasy.”

“They didn’t ground you for life?”

“I was already grown when they found out. I admitted it to them years ago, well the weed at least. X wasn’t really a big thing until sometime after I was out of college.”

“What did they think about it?”

“Well, they weren’t thrilled, but they were glad I was smart about it. I’ve never bought any myself. I’ve never used it in public or where it was easy to get caught.”

“Mom, did you know Peter was learning to play the guitar?”

“I knew.”

“Figures.”

“It was a good secret, baby girl.”

“I know,” I smiled. “He’s writing me a song.”

“He told you that?”

“Penny did.”

“Don’t let on that you know.”

“I won’t.”

“So ... why did you all of a sudden bring that up?”

“He’s been practicing with Allen White at his house after school.”

“He’s a senior at Hidden Valley?”

“Uh huh.”

“And?”

“It’s where he gets ... stuff.”

“Weed?”

“And X.”

She was quiet for a few moments until we walked into the woods. I was more than a little surprised that she didn’t know that. Had Maggie and Kent really not told my parents where Peter got his stuff from? I guessed they didn’t talk about it to avoid others knowing about his source.

Mom then stopped and turned to me.

“Both of you need to be extremely careful, especially Peter.”

“I told him that, too. He told me Allen gives him the stuff. He doesn’t even have to buy it.”

“And where does Allen get it from?”

“His own father.”

She stood quietly, thinking.

“Honey, you know the implications of getting caught, don’t you?”

“The cops would likely search the Rayners’ house, which means they would find pictures and videos. You and Daddy would go to jail, along with a whole lot of my friends’ parents.”

“I’m gonna have a talk with Peter when we get home.”

“Don’t bust his balls, Mom, please?”

“I won’t.”

“His parents know already. They’re cool with it as long as he isn’t being stupid about it.”

“It sounds like he’s being smart about things. But a friendly reminder won’t kill him.”

“Be nice to him, please?” I sweetly pleaded.

“I think I’ve been pretty nice to him for some time now, don’t you think?” We giggled together.

“So are you cool with me doing stuff with Peter?”

Mom was debating what to say. “A little weed now and then, but that’s all. Understand?”

I quickly nodded. I knew she was cutting me some major slack.

She added, “Not every day. Not even every week. And only when adults I know and trust are around to supervise. That goes for wherever you are. Smoking joints and drinking in fire towers at campgrounds isn’t covered.”

I nodded again. I had figured she suspected we didn’t just go up in the fire tower to look around.

“Say it,” she demanded.

“I understand. Now and then, and not every week.”

“No Ecstasy.”

“Never?”

“Maybe some time with your father and me present.”

A smile grew on my face.

“That’s the rules. You follow them, and you can have fun. You break them ...”

“You break my butt.”

She nodded that time.

She reached out with her hands for mine. “Mel, it’s so easy to fuck up. And it’s just too risky for too many people should you get caught. Please, please, honey, if you want to experiment, talk with me or your father first. I promise we’ll be open-minded about things. I can’t promise we’ll let you do everything you want though. Deal?”

“Deal, Mom.”

We turned to walk. I asked, “You’ll really let me try X with you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s gonna be fun,” I said, smiling.

“As for the drinking you’ve been doing, I’m okay with it so far. But I don’t want to find out you’re drinking all the time. And please stick to beer and wine. Just like with the weed, only now and then ... and never on a school day or night ... and only when parents are around to supervise.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it,” she sternly added. I nodded that I understood.

“Your father and I are not regular drug users. We do smoke weed from time to time. And even though we’re not against alcohol, we don’t make that a daily routine either.”

“I understand.”

“I’m giving you a whole lot of ground with this, Mel. Very few parents are even open to allowing this at all. So, don’t abuse things and ruin the opportunity I’m giving you.”

“I promise I won’t. I don’t want to get caught and ruin everything either.”

She looked at me closely. I think she believed me. I was being sincere. But I could tell she wasn’t totally convinced I would live up to my end of things. I was determined to try. Why fuck up such a good thing? I really didn’t care about doing all that stuff that much anyway, just occasionally.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Have you ever done stuff like cocaine?”

“Your father and I don’t touch anything other than what I just said. I definitely don’t want you or Jamie even trying coke or other hardcore drugs.”

“But have you ever tried it?”

She looked at me. “While I was in California doing porn, I tried using coke one time. The buzz I got from it just wasn’t worth the risk and danger of using it. Your father and I had tried some speed and a few other things, but decided weed gave us all the buzz we wanted without dulling our senses too much, especially while having sex.”

“Thanks for admitting that,” I told her. She smiled at me.

She added, “X can help you really enjoy sex by relaxing you, but I really don’t think you have any problems relaxing enough to enjoy sex.”

I smiled and shrugged. So? I liked sex.

“But you will let me do it with you still?”

“Baby girl, I have told you before that I've been watching out for you to keep you from getting hurt. I know I cannot do that all the time. And I know your curiosity. I’d rather you do things together with me so I can watch out for you as much as I can. So I promise that we will use X together sometime.”

“Too cool. Probably when I turn eighteen though.”

“Not any time soon, but before then.”

I hugged her. While I did, I remembered how she hadn’t planned to put me on birth control as soon as she did. I smiled to myself.

******

As we walked further into the woods, I asked, “Do you think a lot of parents do sex things with their kids?”

She looked at me closely. “What brought that on?”

“I was just wondering. I mean, my boyfriend fucks his mom and sisters. His dad fucks them as well. His mom is having sex with all of them.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s something that goes on a lot.”

“Do you know others that do?”

“Some. You know about the family in California.”

“The twins with the big boobs.”

“Those are the ones. And you know about the Taylors.”

“What about like us?”

She stopped walking. “Some families do some limited things together. Usually it is the siblings involved with each other, or cousins. Maybe even an aunt or uncle. When it comes to the parents and their own children, mostly it is just watching each other. Maybe a little touching at times, but that is the big exception.”

“Do you or Daddy know any other family where the parents and kids do as much as we do without actually fucking?”

“None that we’re aware of. And certainly none that do it openly around us or our friends. But who knows what goes on within a home?”

“You and I do so much together,” I said, pausing.

She looked at me, waiting for me to go on.

“And then you pull back, like you just fucked up or something.”

“Honey ...” she began before hesitating.

“You let me do a lot with Daddy, but ...”

“Look, Mel, you know my position on that.”

“I know your position, but I don’t know why that is your position.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she gruffly replied, surprising me ... and even herself from her reaction afterward. “I’m sorry. I know you’re curious about things ...”

“Just forget I asked,” I grumpily said, and took a step away from her.

“Wait, Mel,” she said, reaching for my arm to stop me. She turned me to her and held both my arms. “The reason I won’t let you fuck your father is a bit complicated.”

“It’s not just you not letting me fuck Daddy. It’s the same with us. You’ll go just so far with me, and then you just stop. It’s like you realize you’re doing something wrong.”

“Honey ...”

“But, I don’t think what we do is wrong. Yeah, we’re doing sex stuff together. I’m fine with it. I want it. Yes, I know its incest. I know we’re all going to hell in a hand basket. You and I have done all the dirty deeds together. So why do you stop like you do when things are really getting good? Why won’t you make love to me like I know you want to, like I want as well?”

She led me over to a fallen tree and had me sit down beside her. She turned to me. I saw her struggling to say what she wanted. I softened my look.

She then said, “What we’ve done so far together isn’t like what it would be like if we were lovers. Yes, we’ve done some sex acts. We’ve been very intimate at times. But I can’t let us become lovers.”

“But why? It’s not like we’d be cheating on anyone. We love each other, not in a romantic way though. I just don’t get it.”

“I can’t lose control, Melissa. I just can’t. I can’t let that happen.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean by lose control?”

“Lose control of my family. It’s why I’ve let you do a number of things with your father as well, but I won’t allow him to fuck you. It changes things, honey. I’ve seen it firsthand.”

“You mean the Rayners? They don’t seem to be out of control. Well, they are ‘out there’, but I don’t think it has destroyed their family.”

“It worked out for them, but it could’ve blown up in their faces too. Look, when you begin having sex, things change. I don’t care if it is a parent and their child or you and Peter. Things always change. The problem is you can’t predict how or how much. I’ve seen couples who did great together before sex, but after they began fucking, one or both changed in ways that hurt the relationship. For a couple not married, you can move on separately if things change for the bad.”

I knew exactly where she was leading me with this.

“Your father will always be your father. Sex will change the dynamics between the two of you. Fooling around like you’ve done has changed things some, but not like it will if the two of you begin really making love. The whole family dynamic would change. Your father enjoys young girls your age. You’re his baby girl. It would be too easy for him to forget to be a parent first and a lover second. He wouldn’t intentionally mean it to happen. But lust can cloud the mind too easily. You’re thirteen. You don’t need a forty-year-old lover. You need a father, a full-time father.”

“But what about the stuff we do now?”

“I’m fine with what we do, and the things you’ve done with your father. Oral sex, while intimate, isn’t the same as full intercourse. And making love with your father is completely different from fucking Bob or Kent. Your father has a position of authority over you, they don’t.”

I stared down at the ground. How could I argue with that?

I looked back up at her. “I think we can control it.”

“I don’t think you and your father can.”

“Huh?”

“If you and your father made love, especially knowing the dynamics between the two of you, it could easily create unintended consequences. What if one of you became consumed with lust for the other, and the other couldn’t handle it? It could seriously or, worse, permanently harm your relationship. Touching or a blowjob is a big step that the two of you have handled, but I can see the unbridled lust within both of you.”

“Are you saying I would try to steal Daddy from you?”

“No, not at all. I’m just saying your father already has a hard time saying no to you. If you become lovers, and that is what it would be, it will make it that much more difficult for him.”

“What about you and Jamie?”

“The same reasons apply, Mel,” she amazingly admitted to me, glancing down. “Jamie doesn’t need another adult lover. Both you and he need me as your full-time mother.”

“You’re already doing a lot with him now, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “I haven’t made love with him though, and I won’t let that happen. Honey, look at you and Peter. When you began to have sex, things changed.”

“But he has sex with his mom!”

“The dynamic is different with them. They play together, Mel. It’s more of a game for them that they can turn off and on. They’re fuck buddies.”

I remembered what Peter said about how things were with his mom. I finally began to understand what she was getting at too.

I took a deep breath. “I understand. Peter told me about how things are between them. They pretend a lot together. Like role-playing.”

“And it works for them.”

“You don’t think it would work for us?”

“I don’t know. I do know things are different when it comes to us. While Kent has a lot of lust for his daughters, the dynamic between them is different. Penny and Pam just don’t have the same influence over their father that you have over yours.”

“Maybe it’s because there are two of them.”

“That’s likely part of it. But, honey, you’re the biggest daddy’s girl I think I’ve ever known. Even more than I ever was.”

“Do you trust me with Daddy?”

“I do. I trust both of you. You’ve pushed things, but even you know when to back off ... like you did when you and Sarah blindfolded him. That told me a lot. It was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of things and fuck him, and you didn’t.”

I scrunched my lips. “I’ll stop pushing things.”

“Yeah?”

“Your bullshit alarm is going off, isn’t it?”

She laughed. “I think you meant it when you just said it, but I think we both know you’ll eventually bring it up again.” She pushed my hair back from my face and smiled.

I then said, “Doris and I talked about it Wednesday afternoon, about our feelings and desires, mine and yours and Daddy’s. That you guys have desires for me.”

“To be honest, I have desires for Jamie as well.”

“She said Daddy was dealing with more of a moral issue with me than you are.”

“Your father is wondering if things have already gone too far. The last thing he wants is for you to think he is some kind of monster that is only out to have sex with you. You’re his baby girl. The only one. He doesn’t want to fuck that up.”

Mom took a deep breath. “You found out a few days ago why we don’t see your father’s parents. Your father is also really scared of the idea of our family breaking up. We are the only family he’s got. And he has seen how sex can screw up a family. He doesn’t want that for any of us. And if that means not going all the way with you, then he is quite happy to refrain.”

She grabbed me by my shoulders and our eyes met. “And I love my family just as much. I don’t want to screw it up either. So it is important that we all have control over our urges.”

I decided right then that I needed to show Daddy I could keep the sex things separate from how I felt about him. I knew Mom believed things could get out of hand, but I knew I could keep things under control. I might be young and inexperienced about a lot of things, but I knew how to say no when I needed to.

Mom continued, “Being in a position of authority over you makes things difficult since being a lover to someone either puts any authority on hold, or allows authority to become abusive. I struggle to keep my desire for you from interfering with my role as your, and Jamie’s, mother.”

“So you do want to do much more with me? To be lovers?”

“I would like to. I admit it.” She closely looked at me. “You’re very mature for your age, but you’re still a thirteen-year-old girl just beginning to learn about life in so many ways. You aren’t in a position to tell me no to something so easily, and that’s where the abuse could occur if I really let go and became your lover. Maybe over time we can find a healthy balance.”

“What about with Daddy?”

“Maybe someday, when you’re older, I won’t see it nearly as much of a problem as now.”

“Maybe for my sweet sixteenth birthday?” I sorta grinned.

“Maybe for your high school graduation,” she sorta grinned as well. I playfully pouted and she poked me with her elbow. “But you may not even be interested in sex with your father by then.”

Mom paused for a minute. “Mel, I know you think you can handle becoming lovers with your father and me. But will you really be able to? Even though I’ve said before that I think you’re mature for your age, are you so sure that you might not feel suddenly very guilty about having gone all the way with me or your father? I’m not so sure about that.”

I slowly shook my head to show her that I disagreed.

Mom continued though. “Sometimes feelings of guilt - or worse of disgust - can set in later as you mature. People change over time. Perhaps you will suddenly become religious and look at us with contempt. We both love you so very much. We don’t want to lose you. Not now and not in the future. Your father has gone through the pain of losing his family. Regardless of his father recognizing me, he had changed and didn’t fit in anymore. We don’t want you or Jamie to have to go through the same experience. So, please, Mel, let’s just leave things between you and your father and me where they are right now.”

So much had changed in just the past few months. I couldn’t imagine how much things would be different in five years! I did know that if I became religious, it would be like Doris and Bradley.

She then asked, “So Peter told you about the role-playing he does with his mom?”

“Yeah. Some of it sounds really wild.”

“Hot?”

“Definitely. Role-playing can be fun.”

“You have experience?” she asked.

“Uh huh. I role-played with Coleen and Bob yesterday afternoon,” I blushed.

“Spill it, sister,” Mom anxiously said.

“Colleen didn’t tell you about yesterday afternoon?”

“She said you got all the issues between you out of the way. Then you watched a particular video and had sex.”

“You know which video we watched.” I suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. “Thanks for letting me see it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You really wanted me to see it?”

“Sweetie, all of us had to realize that it was high time to get you included. We wanted you to feel good about our friends who had kept things from you, especially about the Rayners and the Clarks. We want you to trust all of us again. So we came up with the idea to let Colleen show you the video you were probably the most curious about. As a way to rebuild your trust in them.”

I smiled at Mom, and said, “I think it has worked.”

“But what about your role-playing with them?”

“Welllll ... We pretended I was their daughter.”

Mom sat there with her eyes wide. “Did they call you Sarah?”

“Bob did, just once when he was cumming. Not like how you and Daddy called Sarah by my name though.”

She looked away.

“Sarah told me you blatantly did it the most, that Daddy wasn’t as comfortable, at least at first. But even he really got into it the Saturday when I spent the night in the Rayners’ backyard.”

“Does that bother you?” she meekly asked.

“It used to. But I think I’m beginning to understand now how role-playing can be a lot of fun.” I paused a moment. “It was pretty awesome with the Clarks!” I blurted out.

She smiled while shaking her head. “I don’t know why I ever thought you would feel differently.”

“So, Mom, you see I can handle things with you guys. You and Daddy can be the biggest pervs ever with me, and I’ll most likely love it!”

“I beg to differ, Mel. And even if it frustrates you, I haven’t changed my mind. And even though I know you won’t like it, I am asking you to please accept my position.”

She hugged me. “Please Mel?”

I sighed deeply, frustrated as she played with my hair. I understood why she said no to her and Daddy doing more with me, but I didn’t agree with her. But I also knew for the time being I had to live with it.

******

We got up off the tree and continued walking until we reached the stream. We stayed silent, both of us knowing that we had reached an impasse.

But I didn’t want to ruin the weekend. So I thought it better to change the subject.

“Mom, how do you feel about what the two of us did with Sarah and Colleen on Wednesday?”

“It was fun,” she admitted, “but it was certainly pushing things in a direction I don’t believe Colleen is likely to be comfortable with very easily. I’m somewhat surprised she let it happen. But then, she has a history of letting go and enjoying things once she gets into it. Afterwards can be a problem for her though when she has time to think about the danger and consequences that were involved.”

“So I shouldn’t have done what I did?”

“I’m not saying that at all. I let it happen. I could’ve stopped it.”

“You wanted to see if Colleen would actually do something with Sarah?”

“Mmmhmm. It was daring ... and I couldn’t resist letting it happen.”

I smiled at her. We really were a dangerous pair.

She added, “It’s been tough on me afterwards ... thinking about the things we’ve done.” She looked into my eyes. “I can’t seem to resist you ... and it terrifies me. I start things and then realize I’m letting things get out of control.”

“I don’t see it as being out of control,” I replied. “We’re both just having fun together. I know it’s sex, but so what?”

“Well, anyway ... it’s different for Colleen and Bob," she began, getting off the subject of the two of us. "Sarah is their only child and they are absolutely terrified of losing her.”

“When we talked yesterday they told me how difficult it was for them to have children.”

“They did? I’m surprised they opened up to you so much. Things must really be very different now between you and the Clarks.”

“They are. I’m really glad about it, too.”

“So am I,” she said. “As for what happened on Wednesday, Colleen had some misgivings afterwards about what she and Sarah did.”

“I talked to Sarah about it, and she doesn’t think she could do the things the two of us have done, especially not what I’ve done with Daddy.”

“Colleen said pretty much the same thing. Please, Mel, don’t push them. They need to find their own way with all of this.”

I leaned into her and rested my head on her shoulder. “I’m just so happy that we can talk so openly now, even if I don’t agree with everything.”

Mom wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as tightly into her as she could. “I’m so very glad, too, baby girl.”

A few minutes later we stood at the edge of the stream. I watched Mom as she seemed lost in memories.

“Colleen and I often played here when we were much younger. We would occasionally strip and skinny dip.” She chuckled. “We were pretty safe here on our side. One time though, we were spying on some boys who had come to the stream through the woods on the other side. We hid and spied on them.”

“Mother, you spied on little boys?” I asked her, pretending to be outraged. “Did you know them? How old were they?”

“I was ten at the time. They were boys from our class. They were our age.”

“Then what happened?”

“Some girls who were a little older snuck up to where the boys had laid down their clothes. They hid them a little ways away. Then the girls approached the boys and teased them, asking if they knew where their clothes were. Then the girls ran away.”

“And you and Colleen spied on them as they came out of the water naked looking for their clothes.”

“Yeah, it was fun watching them scurry around trying to find their clothes. We yelled over to them, which embarrassed them even more.”

“You’re so bad!” I laughed and shook my head picturing the scene.

We quietly stood at the edge of the stream for a few moments.

“See the grassy spot underneath the oak tree?” she asked me, pointing maybe a hundred feet down away from us close to the edge of the water.

I stared at the spot. It was a place Sarah and I like to sit after wading in the stream. We spent a lot of time just talking about stuff sitting underneath that tree.

“Yeah?” I quizzically replied.

“I lost my virginity right there.”

Whoa.

“When?”

“I was thirteen. And it was to Brandon Thompson.”

“Colleen’s brother?”

She nodded, took my hand, and led me over to the spot. She had me sit with her on the ground.

“I was right in this spot. It was a hot summer afternoon. Things got started a few weeks before though. Colleen and I had already been having sex together by then. Brandon walked up on us while we were lying out naked.”

“Yikes. I guess he got an eyeful.”

“That he did. He was pretty slick when it came to taking advantage of the situation, too. He was able to talk us both into doing things with him.”

I remembered Colleen telling me about Brandon.

“For a few weeks, he would follow us down here. He’d then talk us into getting naked and fooling around. It was just kissing, touching, and oral sex during that time. At the time, I got off on watching Colleen with her brother. Sometimes at night in bed I would rub one out reliving it in my mind.”

“That’s hot, Mom.”

“Tell me about it! Then one afternoon, Brandon talked me into fucking him.”

“How did it go?”

“It wasn’t bad. He was actually pretty good. I had lost my cherry before then somehow. He took things slow with me and it felt really good. I’ve had much better since then, but it’s still a pleasant memory even now.”

“Colleen was there, too?”

“She watched us. In fact, about thirty minutes after I lost my virginity, she lost hers as well.”

“Neither of you were on birth control?”

“Not then, but Brandon ‘just happened’ to have a few condoms that day. We called them rubbers back then.”

I giggled. “At least he had them. It would’ve sucked if Brandon had been Jamie’s daddy.”

“I definitely wasn’t ready to be a mom at that age. That’s why you need to be diligent with your birth control.”

Diligent was another word Mom loved, especially when it came to mine and Jamie’s school work. I hated playing scrabble against her.

I nodded to her. “I’m not ready to be a mother yet either,” I told her. I then asked, “Is this where you and Colleen first fooled around, too?”

“No, the first time that happened was in my bedroom. Then we began doing it in her bedroom and other places, including right here. We were doing that for several months before we became involved with Brandon.”

“Brandon never made fun of you guys?”

“Brandon knew he had a great thing going. He never once teased Colleen or me about it. Of course, he was getting to fuck two teen girls, so ...”

“Like Jamie is with Sarah and me.”

“Pretty much.”

“Jamie and I are a lot closer now,” I blurted out. “He’s a pretty good big brother.”

“I’m very happy to hear you say that. It’s not just because of the sex either,” Mom noted. “He’s always looked out for you, whether you ever realized it or not, even when you were at each other’s throats. No one fucks with his little sister.”

“He’s pretty cool, for a big doofus. You told me he even got into fights with boys who talked trash about me,” I said, half-laughing.

“I hope you two will stay close. I hope the sex you two are having never interferes with that.”

“Actually, I think it’s helped us. It’s like we connect better ... and not just when it comes to sex.”

“I’m happy with how things have gone,” Mom stated. “That’s why your father and I haven’t interfered.”

“So,” I began. “Did anything else happen here for the first time?”

Mom thought for a few moments.

“Well, you could say that my first blindfold game was played right here.”

“Seriously?”

Mom nodded. “It wasn’t quite like the game we play with you kids. Brandon had a bandana with him one afternoon. We were all naked and fooling around. He made a claim that he could lick pussy better than either of us girls. We called bullshit, saying that girls knew what girls liked better than a boy ever could. He then proposed a challenge where one of us girls would be blindfolded while he and the other would take turns going down on her. The blindfolded girl would then say whether the first or second pussy eater was the best.”

“Was he the best?”

“He was pretty good. Colleen even agreed, but he lost every time.”

“Every time?”

“Well, Brandon completely underestimated how much time Colleen and I had spent going down on each other. We knew each other’s tongues and technique way too well. He took coming in second to us pretty well though.”

“It was something fun to do together. It wasn’t like Brandon ‘lost’ or anything,” I giggled.

“It was fun to do. And it certainly helped inspire us to do it with you kids.”

I thought about the kids I had seen my parents with, especially the ones about my age. Sarah had told me she had done six blindfold games with either at least one of Pam’s or Julie’s parents involved. I didn’t know anything about any blindfold games Pam or Julie had been involved in. I knew Pam would tell me what I wanted to know, especially with her trying to suck up to me now. Julie was a different story though. Doris had told me a lot about Julie before she turned eleven.

“Mom, did you guys ever do blindfold games with Julie?”

She looked at me oddly. I was sure she was wondering why I brought that up.

“She did, but I was never involved with those. Neither was your daddy.”

“Who was involved in hers then?”

“Sweetie, remember we said to talk to people rather than about people?”

“Yes, but you told me a ton of stuff about Anna!”

“I had Anna’s permission.”

“She seriously told you it was okay to tell me things about her?”

“Anna wants to be a lot closer to you than she has been. She thought the more you knew about her, the easier it would be for you to talk to her about those kinds of things.”

Anna still amazed me. She seemed so at ease with so much. She knew how to keep things to herself. Also, it was almost impossible to fluster her, and you only saw in her what she wanted you to see. I hoped I could be better at that.

Mom continued, “So please ask Julie, she wants to talk to you anyway, much like Anna does.”

“I know. She has called Sarah a few times and asked her about me. Why doesn’t she talk to me?”

“Why don’t you talk to her? She is a little shy about what you probably know about her, especially her spankings. As you know in the past she has played a little with Sarah. So it might be easier for her to talk to Sarah. Call Julie, after we get back. She wants to invite you to her pool party already.”

I needed to call her sometime real soon. She had been part of our ‘pact’ when camping. It had been fun to make out with her and there were lots of things we had to talk about.

“Can you at least tell me how many times Julie was involved in the blindfold games?”

“Well, it was more than once. If I was gonna guess, I’d say at least a half dozen times. Probably more though.”

“Why do you think more?”

She sort scrunched her face before saying, “She was pretty young when she started ... and, well, it made her rather popular.”

Knowing what I did about the adults, she had to have been very popular. Having an eleven-year-old girl available to play with probably was a very rare thing, especially since her parents let the men fuck her.

“How old was she the first time she was part of a blindfold game?”

“I’m pretty sure she was eleven. Bradley had been fucking her occasionally by then. Doris would likely remember who was at each one, but she won’t tell you without Julie’s permission. But Julie might like you to know as well. That’s another reason why you should call Julie.”

I thought for a moment. “You told me you were at my blindfold game at the Rayners. I know who all was at all my other ones ... except that one.”

“Are you sure you really know of everyone?” She said, more to tease me I think than to be deceptive.

“Will you tell me who was at the Rayners?”

“I really shouldn’t ...”

“Please?” I sweetly asked.

“You’re good at that,” admiring my persuasiveness. “I used to be as well.”

I smiled deviously.

“It was me, Doris, Kent, and Maggie ... and almost Peter until intercepted by Penny, who of course knew what was going on.”

“He’s such a horn dog,” I giggled.

“He would’ve been all over you, too, if she hadn’t stopped him. His cock was so hard!”

“Aww,” I cooed.

“He could’ve put an eye out with that thing,” Mom added, causing us both to giggle.

"Why didn't you let him touch me at least a little?"

"At the time, you weren't a big fan of his. We weren’t sure you would be happy about him being involved. Even though you're not supposed to know who is part of the game, I would never let someone I knew you weren’t very fond of be involved."

I loved that Peter wanted me so badly. Now I wanted him just as much! I remembered how horny he had been that afternoon, following me around like a shadow. And then that night in the tent when everyone else had passed out ...

Mom interrupted my thoughts, “Penny held him by his shoulders as they watched before she showed him some mercy though by sucking him off while he watched you.”

“She’s a good sister. Just like me,” I preened.

“Jamie appreciates that, too,” she said, both of us giggling.

“So ... no one else?” I skeptically asked.

“That was it. Were you expecting me to say someone else?”

“Sorta.”

“Well ... who?”

“Why didn’t you bring Sarah with you when you came over that afternoon?”

“I was too concerned about you to deal with Sarah. It was a no-brainer to just leave her with your father. She wasn’t involved in the nudist activities, and I didn’t want to expose her to it like that. I definitely didn’t want to put the two of you in a very awkward face-to-face meeting in that situation.”

I wondered if a confrontation with Sarah then would have killed our friendship. I was certainly glad Doris had stopped me the following morning from breaking into my house.

Mom continued, “Once I got there and saw Maggie had everything under control, I was able to relax and watch.”

I stared ahead; glad she had done what she did though.

“Doris also told me she would keep an eye on you. So I left ... but I had taken Jamie with me to watch out for you as well. He wasn’t happy about that at all. But you were priority at the time.”

“He and Sarah had just become a couple,” I noted.

“I know. But as I said, you were priority.”

“So you and Daddy looked out for Sarah.”

“Yes, but that wasn’t what I was after. I hope you believe that, because it’s true. Your father and I certainly took advantage of the opportunity though.”

“I believe you ... now. I don’t know if I would’ve at the time.”

******

Mom stood up and reached for my hand. “C’mon, there’s something else I want to show you.”

Mom pulled me up and at first I kept hold of her hand. That made her smile. We were like best friends, and I wanted her to know I felt like that by just holding her hand.

She then led me down the stream a little to about where the property line was between my grandparents and Sarah’s. I was more than familiar with that spot as well. It was where Sarah’s and my grandfathers had built this really neat tree house for Colleen and Mom when they were young.

They had kept it up for their grandkids to play in, which Jamie, Sarah and I did quite a bit when we visited. Sarah liked for me to come with her to her grandparents whenever she knew her cousins wouldn’t be there. That way she would have someone to play with. Sometimes she wanted me to come even with her cousins visiting. We were that inseparable most of the time.

I went whenever I could because I always got to see my grandparents, too, when I did.

Mom started climbing the ladder. It went up along the tree and through an opening in the bottom of the floor. There was a trap door that closed over most of the opening so none of us kids would accidentally step into the opening while playing inside.

Of course, being a little afraid of heights, I was always very careful. Once up in the tree house, I was fine, unless Jamie acted like a stupid jerk. Sometimes he would act like he was gonna push me out one of the windows, or drop me through the opening in the floor.

The worst accident we ever had was Jamie acting like a complete idiot climbing up the ladder. He fell down, sprained his ankle, and scraped up his arms and legs pretty bad. It served the fucker right for all the goofing off he had done. I felt bad for him though. He was still my brother. It wasn’t like I could trade him in for something cooler, like a puppy.

Sarah and I had to help him back to my grandparents’ house. We all got a stern lecture after that. We either acted like we had sense while playing in and around the tree house, or it would get torn down. Jamie later bitched at me for telling Grandpa he was acting like a moron. I sorta felt like the moron then, too, for getting us all bitched at. I didn’t let Jamie know that though. He had been the biggest moron.

“Why are you going up into the tree house?” I asked Mom.

“Follow me and you’ll see.”

I scrunched my face wondering what the fuck she had in mind. I then shrugged and made my way up into the tree house as well.

The granddads had built the tree house to handle a lot of weight. There was a lot of room, too. There were times Grandpa and Mr. Thompson had climbed up with us three kids. So I wasn’t worried about Mom and me causing it to collapse. Mom wasn’t heavy anyway. It was the one thing I noted about all of the adults - they stayed in great shape. I would, too, if I was gonna be naked around a lot of people, as well as have pictures and videos made of me at the same time.

“So now what?” I asked as I stood next to her.

She then had me stand over in front of the window opening on one side.

“What do you see?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

Well, nothing as far as I could see. Except during the winter, the tree limbs and leaves seriously limited how far out you could see. Usually though it was easy to hear someone coming through the woods. It was difficult to walk without at least rustling the leaves or snapping some sticks and twigs. Otherwise, the only sounds were from the birds chirping and the light breeze blowing through the trees.

“Good,” she replied, and reached around to undo my shorts, yanking them down, quickly followed by my panties.”

“Mom?” I inquired, turning my head to her, half-grinning.

She squatted down behind me.

“Lift your foot,” she said, pulling my shoe off as I did. She took the other one off when I lifted it. She then stood back up

“Keep looking out the window,” she told me, and popped my naked butt.

As soon as I turned my head back, she was pulling my top off, followed by my bra. Then she removed her clothes as well.

“Isn’t this kinda dangerous? What if Grandpa comes looking for us?”

“That’s why you’re looking out the window,” she explained. “If he comes looking for us, he’ll come from that direction.”

She then began running her hands up and down my body, reaching around to play with my breasts, nuzzling up against me, pressing her nipples into my back.

She whispered into my ear, “Take a step back and then put your hands on the window opening.”

She gave me enough room to do it.

“Step back a little more,” she said.

When she had positioned me like she wanted, I was leaning forward with my legs spread just about a foot apart. She then moved behind me and grabbed my hips, pushing herself into my butt.

“What are you doing, Mom? You don’t have a dick!”

“No, but Brandon did.”

“You guys fucked up here?!”

“Quite a few times, including Brandon fucking Colleen. This is how we did it sometimes ... to keep a lookout for anyone walking up on us. Whichever one of us wasn’t getting fucked would look out the other window. We couldn’t when we were doing threesomes though.”

My first thought was that it was a shame Peter wasn't here. I also groaned to myself because I doubted Grandpa would ever let Peter and me go into the woods together. He would know we might do exactly what I was thinking about right then! Gawd, life can be so complicated when you start having sex, especially when those responsible for you knew about it!

Mom was standing behind me, rubbing my ass.

“Do you even realize how sexy your butt is, baby girl?”

Well, yeah. It was hard to think otherwise with all the attention it had gotten lately.

Mom then got down on her knees and began kissing my butt cheeks. It wasn’t long before she had my tampon string pulled to one side and her tongue on my clit. My body was all tingly even before she did that, and her mouth had me moaning as soon as it touched my little bud. My legs were even shaking, making me a little afraid I might actually collapse on the floor!

“Jesus, fuck, Mom!” I groaned as I tightly grabbed onto the edge of the window to keep from falling.

“Keep watching,” Mom said.

“What?” I moaned, my legs quivering.

“Out the window. Keep watching.”

“Oh,” I said, looking again. “Oh, shit!” I quietly screeched.

“What?!” Mom screeched back at me.

“Someone’s coming!”

“Who?!”

“Two people! Shit! They’re almost here!” I anxiously whispered, ducking down enough to see but hopefully not be seen myself.

“Who are they?” Mom asked, as she tried to remain still.

“It’s a boy and a girl,” I turned momentarily and whispered. “They’re probably like Penny and Kari’s age.”

“Look at the cool tree house,” we both heard the guy say. “Let’s check it out.” He grabbed the girl’s hand and they quickly walked toward us.

“Shit,” Mom quietly muttered. Then she looked over at the opening in the floor. “Fuck!” she added when we both saw we hadn’t closed the trap door ... and it was fucking too late to even try! The boy and girl were practically beneath us!

“C’mon, Tabitha,” we heard him say. “Let’s go up and fool around.”

Mom stared hard at me. I thought she was gonna have a heart attack. We were totally naked, mother and daughter. They would see a grown woman and young girl together and figure she was molesting me ... which technically she was. I didn’t see it as molesting, although the police would disagree. And there was no time to get completely dressed either! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“You know I don’t like heights,” we both heard the girl reply. “Let’s keep walking, Skip.”

Thank Gawd for acrophobia! I was afraid of heights too, but this was nothing. Tabitha must really be a wuss!

“It’s not that high,” he told her. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

Shut the fuck up, Skip! She’s afraid of fucking heights, you dumb fuck doofus!

“No, I don’t wanna,” she sorta whined. I was beginning to like Tabitha, even as wussy as she sounded. Stick to your guns, chica. Don’t let dopey Skip make you do anything you don’t wanna!

Mom mouthed, “If they start climbing, go for the trap door.” I nodded.

“We could have some ‘fun’,” Skip tried to entice her.

Don’t do it, Tabitha! It’ll just get you in trouble! ... like Mom and I were right then! I wished I could do the whole Jedi mind trick thingie that Jamie liked to talk about doing on me. When we were younger, he always claimed he could trick me into doing things whenever he wanted.

“We can have some fun right here,” she told him. I then heard the very familiar sound of people taking their clothes off.

Maybe I did have Jedi powers like Jamie! Mom and I grinned uneasily at each other. The next sound we heard was Skip’s moans.

“That’s it. Take it all,” he said. I figured she was blowing him. Was she really taking it all? Was ‘all’ a lot to take? My curiosity got the best of me.”

“What are you doing?!” Mom urgently whispered as I quietly stood up and stuck my head just out the window. I turned back and quietly shushed her with my finger to my lips.

I leaned out just enough to see Skip leaning against the tree with his pants and underwear in a pile beside him. Tabitha was on her knees on her shorts and panties. She also had her top and bra off. She had cute tits. Smallish and really perky. Great nipples. She had a really lanky skinny body, but it was seriously cute like her boobies.

What impressed me the most, though, was when she took all of Skip’s rather nice cock completely in her mouth and throat.

I looked back toward Mom and used my hand like I was holding a cock at my open mouth, bobbing my head at it. I knew the moment I did it that it sparked something in her too.

Mom scrunched her lips, trying not to smile. I thought she was gonna try to do something with me, but then she slowly made her way over to the opening in the floor. I started to panic! What the fuck was she doing!

As it turned out, she wanted to watch as well. So there we were - a naked mother and daughter in a tree house just begging to get busted by two teenagers begging to get busted themselves. My heart was pounding, but I loved every moment of it!

We both watched Tabitha. She was definitely experienced. She was using her hand to work the base of his shaft as she bobbed her head. Her cheeks pulled in and you could even hear her making sucking sounds. At times she would pull her mouth away and devilishly smile while glancing around. She would turn back and then swab the head of his dick with her pretty pink tongue. She was having a blast!

And so was Skip for that matter. His moans were more than enough evidence of that!

It was so fucking hot watching two strange kids doing something so naughty ... like Mom and I were doing at the same time.

I could tell Tabitha loved sucking cock. I thought she would be a cool chica to have as a friend. We could talk about technique and shit. I doubted she had ever fucked a grown man before. I figured she would be impressed with my stories, if I could have actually told her ... which I couldn’t, of course.

Tabitha pulled her mouth away and stood up. Again she devilishly looked around before looking back at her guy. I assumed they were a couple, but who knows? They might just be fuck buddies.

“Fuck me, Skip,” she told him, and then moved to lean against the tree like I had been leaning against the edge of the window for Mom. Skip didn’t have to be told twice.

I wasn’t sure what Mom was thinking, but the view I had was awesome. His seriously nice cock looked so sexy sawing in and out of Tabitha’s pussy.

Tabitha was so tight too. Each time Skip pulled back his hips her cunt lips clung so nicely to his shaft. I was ready to tell Tabitha to finish taking her hike. I wanted Skip to fuck me right then! She was a wuss anyway, even though I did admire her cock sucking abilities. I was scared of heights, too. But I always sucked it up and made the climb into the tree house, just like I did with the fire tower. Granted, the tree house wasn’t anywhere close to being as high up, but that just made her fear of heights look even worse for her!

Then Skip began pounding her so hard. His strong hands held her small waist as he pushed that nice hard cock deep inside her body. I knew exactly what she felt. My legs were quivering right along with Tabitha’s. And then Skip slammed hard into her one last time and began grunting over and over. I could almost feel his cock jerking inside her from where I was. When he finally pulled out his cum literally poured from her pussy. I had to sit down at that point before I fell down.

Mom looked back at me, too. She had seen the same thing I had. She had the same feelings. Her eyes said it all.

Tabitha and Skip kissed and got dressed, heading off the way they had been heading. Mom and I quickly got dressed as they left.

“What are they doing on Grandpa’s property?!” I asked her.

She just shrugged. I figured she would tell Grandpa about them, leaving out the sex part. He probably would know who they were, especially Skip. How many Skips could there be around Long Cane? There were plenty of Bubbas. I bet he would have a chat with their parents about coming on his property.

We sat beside each other talking for a few minutes before we climbed down.

“Did you ever do something up here with someone other than Brandon and Colleen?”

“I brought a few boyfriends up here a few times.”

“So this was more of a love shack than a tree house, huh?” I teased.

“It was while I was a teenager,” she grinned.

“It sucks that I don’t have one at home.”

“Poor thing. Life is so hard,” she mocked. “You’ll have to settle for your bedroom as your love shack.”

“And your room,” I teasingly added.

“Don’t even think about it, young lady.”

I playfully pouted. “If I had a tree house, I’d be having all kinds of fun.”

“I can imagine.”

“So what else did you guys do up here besides fuck?”

“We smoked ... and drank some.”

“Weed?”

“Cigarettes mostly.”

“Those will kill you, you know?”

“We didn’t really smoke them. We were just trying to act cool.”

“My mom acting like a bad ass,” I snickered. That got me tickled.

I stood back up and looked out the window, across where the stream was. There was something new.

“When did those get built?” I asked.

Across the stream a good distance was a place with a few long buildings. They had been built sometime since last year.

“That’s a new horse training facility. The property was sold last year to a family that moved into the area. They began building the barns earlier this year. The facility began operating in early June."

“Can I get a horse?”

“You’ve got a boyfriend. Ride him all you want.”

I just rolled my eyes.

******

As we gazed out the window, we heard someone else walking close by. Since we were dressed, we didn’t panic like before.

“Andrea! Melissa!” we heard the all too familiar voice of my grandpa.

“In the tree house!” Mom yelled.

He walked up just as we were climbing down the ladder.

“I figured the two of you might be here.”

Mom then told Grandpa about the two kids, leaving out the sex part. He seemed to know who their families were. He said he would talk to the kids themselves when he had the opportunity. He didn’t want them getting in trouble with their parents. Grandpa was so cool like that!

“Let’s head back to the house,” he said. “Melissa, would you like to ride into town with me?”

“Yes, sir!” I quickly replied. I full well knew what that meant - ice cream at the Dairy Queen!

Mom and Grandpa talked some as we headed back to his house. I learned that the Thompsons were coming over for dinner in the evening.

When we walked into the house, Grandpa asked if I was ready to go.

“Maybe I should help Grandma get things ready for tonight,” I offered, feigning sincerity very well. When I said it, I knew what was gonna happen.

“I’ll help get things ready,” Mom said, turning to look at me sarcastically, “while the two of you go gallivanting around Long Cane.”

I just smiled at her. She knew I just said it to score points with Grandma. I also scored some polite points with Grandpa. I was pretty good at playing adults, and Mom knew it. But she didn’t mind, as long as it at least came across as sincere.

Mom also knew as well as I that the Dairy Queen wasn’t going to be the only place Grandpa was going to take me. Oh, no way would just an ice cream parlor do. He was gonna show me off around town, at least in one or two more places. I was his only granddaughter ... with all the cutesy nicknames he could dream up. He loved showing off his pretty little cheerleader who made straight A’s in school.

As for me, I ate it all up, especially the ice cream! The nicknames kinda grated on me sometimes, but he said them with all the love in the world for me. That made it all right.

Grandma loved me just as much. She loved stealing me away from Grandpa and monopolizing my time. She liked showing me how to do things like knitting and crocheting and baking. She always made it fun, even if it wasn’t the most interesting thing.

I realized I was a very lucky girl. Now that I knew about Daddy’s parents, I appreciated Mom’s parents all the more. I planned to show it more, too.

******

The ride with Grandpa in his pickup truck was a short one. The Dairy Queen wasn’t that far away. I started telling him about how I suddenly became a cheerleader again. Of course, I gave him the sanitized version. I didn’t think he would be happy about what had happened in my bedroom that day.

I also wondered what he would think of me having sex with girls. Would he even want to claim he knew me if he was aware I was licking other girls’ pussies? The thought of him disowning me gave me a sick feeling. I had to make sure he never discovered what I had been doing over the past year, especially with Sarah. Shit, I wondered if the Thompsons would disown Sarah? That made me feel even more sick.

Sitting and eating ice cream, vanilla in a cone dipped in chocolate and sprinkled in nuts, helped alleviate the sick feeling.

“So Sarah still doesn’t want to be a cheerleader?”

“No, sir. She just isn’t into it.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “You two are still best friends, I hope.”

“Yeah. I think we’ll always be best friends. We don’t even have to be doing the same stuff. In some ways it’s better that we don’t.”

“Everyone needs time to themselves, their own interests. Even in a marriage.”

“You and Grandma do everything together, though.”

“Not everything. She has her own friends she spends time with, just like I do. A little time apart isn’t a bad thing. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, even if it is just a few hours in a day.”

“I suppose,” I replied, thinking about Peter.

“So, you’ve dumped me for another young fellow.”

“Grandpa! I’ll never dump you!”

“I’m just teasing, my little CaraMel,” he said, reaching over to ruffle my hair. I groaned a little to myself. I also couldn't help but think about Mom's former alter ego, Cara Cream.

“So, is this Peter fellow treating you right?”

“I think you’d like him.”

“More important, do you like him?”

“I do.”

“Are you in love?”

I blushed and looked down, nodding.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, honey,” he said, almost apologizing for embarrassing me. “From what your mother says, he’s a nice boy who has a major crush on you.”

Gawd if he only knew how nice he was to my mother!

“He’s Pam’s brother. He lives across the street from Sarah. I’m sure you remember him.”

“I’ve seen him with you, Sarah and Pam when visiting the Clarks. I don’t know if he’s good enough for my granddaughter, but I’ll trust your judgment.”

“He’s cool, Grandpa. I promise I’ll bring him over to the house when you visit.”

“That’ll give me time to clean my shotgun.”

“Oh, Grandpa,” I said, shaking my head at him. “Daddy hasn’t shot him yet, so you don’t have to worry.”

“I reserve the right, though, little lady.” He said it with a big laugh. I just smiled at him.

While we finished our ice cream, I couldn’t help but remember the porn I had found in the attic. I wondered if he had other magazines and movies stashed somewhere in his house. What would he think of me if he saw the images and videos that had been made of me! I hoped that would never happen! I knew Mom hoped he would never find out about the movies she had made. His two girls were very naughty girls. I would just die if he ended up being disgusted with me.

******

After we finished our ice cream, Grandpa drove us to Long Cane’s hardware store.

“Do you want me to wait in the truck?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Are you kidding?” he grinned.

It was showoff your granddaughter time!

The hardware store wasn’t very large, but it was where many of Grandpa’s friends hung out late in the afternoon just to talk about hunting and farming and local politics and other crap. The conversations were never anything deep. They just like to ‘chew the fat’ one of them once said to me. Mom said that meant gossip. Guys didn’t know dick about gossiping, but I didn’t bother correcting her. She would probably agree that she had overstated what they did.

When we walked in, I immediately became the center of attention, much to my Grandpa’s delight. I wasn’t complaining either. I ate it all up! I made sure to be coy, but sincere, and modest about their attention. No one really likes a girl that acts full of herself. Since I blushed at practically any kind of compliment, it was really easy for me. Plus, I learned long ago that it paid to be sweet around grownups. I really was being genuine because I really did love all of the attention.

There were six men besides my grandpa. Two of them were probably about Daddy’s age. The rest were closer to Grandpa’s. I had seen them all before. I knew some of them by their last names, but other than seeing them around Long Cane at times, I didn’t know any of them very well. I rarely paid very close attention to what they were talking about, unless they were talking about Grandpa or me.

Of course, they got me a chair to sit in. I hadn’t seen any of them for months. I’m not sure if it was the whole ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ thingie, but they seemed more smitten with me than ever.

They also seemed more interested in talking to me than just going back to their usual conversations like in the past. They asked about my summer, what I did and stuff. I was very careful to avoid mentioning any camping. They were glad I was a cheerleader again. They were proud of my final grades from school. It was definitely fun being the complete center of their attention, and Grandpa seemed to love it too.

After about ten minutes, another man walked in and joined us. I did my best not to stare at him, but I couldn’t help it. The man was Mr. Blackmon! The same man who came in my mouth earlier that day by the side of the road!

He told everyone hello including me. I said, “Hi’, Mr. Blackmon,” back to him. It was the only polite thing to do for the man who had been nice enough to give me peach slices to hide the taste of his semen from my grandparents. All men should be thoughtful like that, I would say.

“I have something in the back for you, Frank,” Mr. Blackmon said to Grandpa. I wondered why he would have anything at the hardware store for anyone.

“Melissa, would you mind helping me get it for your grandpa?”

I looked up at Grandpa. He nodded that it was fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine? Gawd if he only knew!

I stood up and followed Mr. Blackmon down an aisle and into the back area of the store, which was filled with stuff that they didn’t have room for in the regular store. Mr. Blackmon led me to an office, which puzzled me. He was a farmer. Sometimes he was in the store, but I didn’t think he worked there.

“I have a bag with some parts for your grandfather.”

It wasn’t much of a bag. I knew right then that he had an ulterior motive.

“Do you work here,” I asked him.

“I’m a part owner, honey. I spend most of my time farming, but I have other interests around town.”

“Cool,” I simply replied.

“Melissa, I mainly wanted to talk to you, about earlier today.”

“It’s okay ... what we did.”

“I’m glad. Things got a little wild very quickly.”

“I’m kinda used to wild.”

“I bet you are,” he chuckled. “But what I wanted to talk to you about has to do with your mother.”

“She didn’t make me do anything.”

“I know she didn’t. I think the world of Andrea. I always have.”

I waited for him to continue.

“I just want to be sure you’re not doing anything because of any pressure you may feel.”

“I didn’t feel pressured.”

“It looked like there could’ve been, though, what with the way things happened.”

“I did what I wanted to do.”

“Well then I’m glad,” he said, smiling. “I very much enjoyed seeing your very pretty body.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“You look terrific when you blush.”

I bit my lip and blushed even more.

“Thank you for the wonderful blowjob. You’re very good at that!” As he said that, he was adjusting his hard cock in his pants. I also knew what he was interested in, and it wasn’t for me to be an errand girl for him. I quickly wondered if I should make a graceful exit or see where things went, but I already knew I wasn’t going anywhere until things played out more.

“I get the impression I’m not the first man you’ve done that for.”

I wasn’t sure if should be insulted or not, but then he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

“Did you take a Viagra?” I blurted out. I figured older dudes like him would need a lot longer to recover after spurting so much at one time. He had blasted such a huge load earlier.

He laughed, “No, ma’am. You’re all the medicine I need to get one of these. He was wagging his hard-on as he said it. Actually, it had been bobbing up and down before he did that.

“Do you want me to suck it again?” I asked. Well, it seemed like it would be the polite thing to do for him, even though it was silly to even ask.

“Only if you want.”

Being the very obliging slut I had become, I walked closer and squatted just like I had before. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

“Mmmm. You do that so well,” he groaned.

I bobbed my head along his shaft for a short time. I felt so freakin’ wicked! I was sucking off a man in the back of his store while my grandpa waited up front on us. While I would just die if Grandpa were to find out, the whole thing was such a turn-on.

“Melissa?” Mr. Blackmon called out to me.

“Yes, sir?” I replied, a string of drool hanging from his dick to my bottom lip before breaking. I caught it with my hand before it got on my top, sucking most of it back into my mouth. I then looked up at his face.

“Would you mind if we fucked?”

I glanced back down at his throbbing wet cock. I couldn’t think of a better place to put that sexy thing.

“My grandpa is probably wondering about me.”

“Just a quickie, please?”

He was so sweet the way he asked. Actually I could have used a ‘longie’ right then, but a quickie was better than nothing.

I stood up and slid my shorts and panties down. Then I wasn’t sure what to do about my tampon. I wasn’t bleeding much anymore, which was a pleasant surprise. I wondered if being on the pill had made the last part of my period easier for me. But still, I did have a used tampon to deal with.

“May I?” he asked, stooping down. He then reached between my legs and took hold of the string. He slowly pulled it out. I was surprised he did it. It definitely didn’t weird him out. It almost did me though!

He stood up and reached for a tissue from the desk behind him. He wrapped it up and tossed it in the waste basket. I usually flushed those suckers, but figured he would empty the trash after we were finished.

He then led me over to an old couch against the wall. After he removed his pants and underwear, he sat down and had me straddle his lap, letting me sit down on his cock. He slid deep inside me, causing me to groan. I wondered if I should warn him about my little noise problem.

We didn’t fuck very long. While we did, he pushed my top and bra up enough so he could play with and suck my little boobies a little. It was hard for him to keep his mouth around my nipple though with me moving up and down. I quickly remembered how Sarah had used her hips to really work Daddy’s cock, and I did the same thing as best I could.

“So good,” he groaned as I worked my hips against him. “So fucking tight!” he added. I felt a really perverted sense of pride in myself.

I did have an orgasm just before he unloaded inside me. Fortunately I remembered to bury my mouth against his shoulder as I screamed.

I climbed out of his lap and he stood up. His cum was running down my leg.

“Do you have something I can wipe up with?”

He pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to me. He was gonna have to trash that sucker after I finished wiping myself good. Then he surprised me when he went to his desk and brought back a fresh tampon.

“You keep tampons here?”

“For just such an occasion,” he grinned. I started to ask how often the occasion arose, but that would have been very impolite. Why I was worried about manners as I inserted the tampon up my cooch while he wiped his wilted cock with napkins before he put his underwear and pants back on was beyond me!

After we were dressed, he asked me to kiss him. Before I knew it, his tongue was in my mouth again. This time, I sucked on it before he pulled away.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” I sweetly replied. He then walked over to a little refrigerator and brought me back a cold soda.

“You taste like my cock again, sweetie,” he grinned, handing me the bottle. I blushed as I opened it and took a swallow.

As we were leaving the office, he closed the door and made a yummy sound. I turned back to look at him.

“Melissa, darling, you have the sweetest ass a girl has ever had.

Of course, I blushed. I was speechless, too. I knew guys liked my butt, but it was rare to get such a crude compliment that I didn’t mind. I sorta shook my butt for him, and he took the opportunity to feel it up, giving it a few spanks. I couldn’t believe how slutty I was being with this man!

Before we left the back, he handed me the bag with the parts for Grandpa. “This has to stay a little secret between us, okay?”

I nodded to him before we walked back up front.

I was a little surprised when nobody mentioned anything about us ‘getting lost’ or something. Instead, Grandpa had them all laughing as he told them one of his stories. That was nothing new either. He was very popular around Long Cane. Everyone knew him it seemed, and liked talking with him. He was always a bit of a flirt with the ladies, too. He never hesitated to do a favor for someone in need.

Grandpa and I left pretty much after he finished with his story, mentioning we needed to get back to get ready for the Thompsons to visit.

On the way back to his house, “Did Mr. Blackmon show you his collection of old model cars?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, acting as normal as I could.

“He is very proud of it.”

“Uh huh,” I replied, and kept my mouth shut the rest of the short drive. I also hoped I didn’t smell like the load of cum that was soaking into my tampon.

******

After we entered the house, I immediately announced I was going to take a shower. It was long overdue, especially after the trip to town.

I took my time in the shower, washing my hair and just unwinding. I thought about everything that had happened since we had left home. I was so happy with how Mom had opened up to me. I still didn’t agree with some of her arguments about Daddy and me. But the fact that she was telling me what she thought, being honest about her feelings, made me feel like everything that had gone on before between us was completely behind us. I felt like I had a sister as well as a mother.

I also thought about Peter. I wondered what he would think if he knew what I had done with Mr. Blackmon. Even though I wasn’t breaking any of our ground rules, would he be okay with my fucking a man I really didn’t know that well? I had been a total slut for Mr. Blackmon. He didn’t even have to try that hard to convince me to let him fuck me. After the things Mom and I had done earlier with him, it seemed like I was just naturally accepting that he was now a regular fuck buddy. Would Peter really be okay with that?

It really dawned on me then just how easy it was for me to get laid. All I needed was a guy with a functioning cock and a place for us to do it. The place could be practically anywhere. I had seen Tammy getting fucked in a church. I had been fucked in a store just a short time ago. If Mom had had a cock, I would have been fucked in a tree house not long before that! There was my boyfriend’s, my best friend’s, and my pastor’s houses. Tents in the great outdoors worked great as well! Or just the great outdoors!

A hard cock and me being willing was all it took for me to get laid. And the cock really didn’t have to belong to a guy! A girl with a strap-on would do if needed.

I so needed to slow down and get my head screwed on straight. School would be starting three weeks from the upcoming Monday. I was kinda getting out of control. I seriously didn’t need to have a reputation. While I didn’t want to care what my classmates thought of me, I did care.

I stared in the mirror at myself as I towel dried my head. I looked so ratty with wet hair. I liked my hair though. I wished my mom could spend the kind of money on mine like Tammy had spent on hers by her mom. Our hair was very similar in color and texture. It was rare that I envied her family’s wealth, but this was one of those occasions. It would be so cool to be rich. I sorta cringed thinking about Tammy spending the night with me soon. I really wanted her to, but at the same time ...

I didn’t think she would act snooty or anything. That just wasn’t Tammy at all. But I wondered if she would feel like she was slumming or something. I bet her grandparents had a big fancy mansion, too. Then I thought about Daddy’s parents. They were fucking rich and didn’t want to even know me. I was beneath them because my mother was beneath them.

I shook off those thoughts. I wasn’t into having pity parties for myself, and if I kept it up, I was gonna cry. I was a pretty lucky girl to have the family I did.

I looked at myself closer in the mirror. Speaking of pity parties, I cupped my boobies. They actually were a little fuller than they had been at the beginning of summer. Maybe it was true that swallowing cum made them get bigger? Nah! Mom was right. They were growing; just not fast enough for me. But I saw progress. I could live with progress. Plus, no one seemed to care that I wasn’t busting out of my tops. Men loved the way I looked. Women as well! A lesbian was even in love with me! A dressing room at the mall was all it took to get my pussy licked!

Peter certainly didn’t care that he couldn’t motorboat me. He adored my body, little boobies included. I smiled at myself in the mirror. He was a horn dog just for me! I really did love him, and not just for the sex. I loved his cock, too, though. It was really the perfect size for me. It always felt so steely hard inside my ...

Fuck! I was getting horny again! Ugh!

I picked up the blow dryer, finished drying my hair and got dressed. I would deal with my pussy later.

******

I joined Mom and Grandma in the kitchen, offering to help prepare dinner. I was watching the interactions between Mom and Grandma a little closer than ever before. I had learned so much about Mom when she was young. I really didn’t know a whole lot about what Grandma did while in school.

“You can finish fixing the salad, baby girl, while I take a shower,” Mom said. “I’ve got all the stuff for it out. It all needs to be washed and sliced.”

“Okay, be happy to do it,” I smiled at her. I saw Grandma smiling as well.

Mom gave me a quick hug and then left.

“Thanks for helping, honey,” Grandma said. “The Thompsons are coming over for dinner. They wanted to see you, too.”

“Grandpa told us.”

We both worked quietly for a while. I thought about the differences between my grandparents. Grandpa was as extroverted as they came. He loved cracking jokes and telling stories. Grandma was much different. She was very friendly with everyone, but much more soft-spoken and restrained.

“Grandma, did you work when you were younger?”

“I sure did. I had a part time job in a green grocery during my last two high school years.”

"What's a 'green grocery'?

"It's a grocer that sells locally grown produce and fruit - a produce market.

“Was it fun?”

“It was. I got to know a lot of people from all around Long Cane. I got along well with the owner and had hoped he would hire me full-time after graduation.”

“And he didn’t?”

“Well, the other grocery store in town, Harrisons, expanded and then carried much of the same produce and fruits that we did, only cheaper. So we had to close down.”

“That sucks.”

Grandma chuckled again. “You and those words ...”

“Sorry, Grandma. Where did you work after that?”

“I couldn’t find a job. But then Frank had a job and we figured we could make it as he advanced at his work.”

“When did you meet Grandpa?”

“Oh, we went to high school together. He was a grade ahead of me.”

“You were high school sweethearts?”

“Not the whole time. Actually, Jason Thompson and I were a couple during most of my sophomore year. He was a senior already. But we broke up a couple of months before he graduated.”

“And then Grandpa hit you up?”

She sighed and looked at me kinda pained as she shook her head. “You and your language."

I sheepishly smiled. She chuckled a little and smiled back.

"My husband of many years asked me out because right about the same time he had broken up with Cynthia.”

“You’re kidding me! You just swapped boyfriends with Mrs. Thompson?”

Grandma chuckled. “Life is strange like that sometimes, Melissa, but we all stayed friends. There were no hard feelings. Actually we have been close friends ever since.”

“So you didn’t have to work anymore?”

Grandma took a deep breath. “Shortly after we got married Frank lost his job, too. The plant he had been working at closed down. A lot of families were hit hard. Frank had some odd jobs here and there. Some months we didn’t know how to pay the rent. And quite often we were down to one meal a day.”

“I never knew you went through such hard times, Grandma.”

"Then Frank got hurt ..." She stopped working and was looking out the kitchen window. Her face showed the pain of remembering those hard times. She was almost in tears.

I went over and hugged her. I had heard Mom mentioning that Grandpa had been hurt pretty badly before she was born. She had never elaborated, and I had never asked.

Grandma then said, “There’s really no need to burden you with those old tales. After all it worked out fine in the end.”

“How?”

“A year or so later when I was pregnant with your mother, a new packing plant opened up and your grandfather got a job there. He’s been working there ever since.”

“That worked out great then. Did you get a job there, too?”

“No, I didn’t. I had a little baby, and the plant wouldn't hire someone's spouse who already had a job. There were lots of families in this small town who have survived because of that policy. Anyway, we were able to buy this property from the Thompsons. Your grandpa did a lot of the work on our house himself, and I could do a little farming to grow some of our own food. That helped a lot to pay off our debts. When Andrea was older, Frank earned several promotions and eventually became one of the big managers. That really helped put us on solid ground, and has allowed us to really save up for his retirement.”

“Where were your parents during that time?”

“My father, your Great-grandpa James, or Jamie as everyone called him, had been very ill for a few years and passed away the same year your Grandpa was hurt.”

Mom joined us in the kitchen with her hair wrapped in a towel. “My grandpa Jamie died in January 1966,” she said.

“You were born May 31, 1967, only about a year and a half later. That totally sucks.”

Mom just nodded. I knew she wished she had known him.

Grandma continued, “My mother, your Great-grandma Melissa, was so devastated when my father passed that she could barely take care of herself back then. Thank goodness for the help her friends gave her during that time. She always had a lot of friends though, her and my father."

I remembered visiting my great-grandma Melissa when I was in the first grade when we flew out to San Francisco to visit with her. She had moved there years ago to live with her son, Grandma's younger brother who had the means to take care of her without her moving into a nursing home.

"Did I ever meet Grandpa's parents?" I asked.

Mom answered, "Your grandpa's parents passed away when you and Jamie were very young. Jamie might vaguely remember them.”

I realized how lucky I had been. I had grandparents who adored me. We weren’t rich or anything, but Daddy made enough money to provide well for all of us.

“We have been lucky that Daddy always had a good job.”

“Your father is a wonderful man. He has provided well for all of you. He cares a lot about his family, but also about other people as well. You should be very proud of him.”

“I am. And of my mom, too.”

She looked at me and then pulled me into a big hug. “I’m so glad you two are getting along again.”

I wrapped my arms around Grandma, too, and we stayed like that for a few seconds before we went back to preparing the dinner.

“I’m glad the Thompsons are coming over for dinner. I've always liked them. It’s so wild knowing that you used to be his girlfriend.”

"Now now, enough of that, honey," Grandma quickly said, a little flustered about talking about an old boyfriend with me.

I wondered if he or Grandpa got to take Grandma’s virginity. Or was it some other boy? Of course, I would never ask her, but would Mom tell me if she knew?

"By the way," Grandma began, looking between Mom and I, "I found some old photos I think you both will be interested in. I'll show them to you after dinner."

I looked at Mom who sorta shrugged.

******

After dinner was basically ready, I went and sat in the family room to wait for the Thompsons to arrive. I wondered about what Peter was doing. Was he thinking about me right then? That would be so cool. I sighed wishing I could talk to him.

"Mom," I called to her as she came out of the kitchen. "Can I use your cell phone?"

"Honey, you know your father's and my cell phones get lousy reception around here."

"Can I at least try?"

"You miss him that much, huh?"

I nodded.

She got her cell phone and handed it to me. I tried four fucking times, even going outside. No fricking signal! I thought about running down to the woods and climbing up in the tree house, but I knew that was likely a lost cause.

I went back inside and disgustedly handed Mom her cell phone back. Grandpa had come in and was sitting in his recliner watching us.

"They just put up a new Verizon cell tower just down the road," he informed us.

"Do you have one of their phones?" I anxiously asked.

"We're seriously considering getting one now," he replied. I just sighed. He chuckled at me. My grandparents still lived in the stone age!

"Mom, why don't you have Verizon?" I asked all whiney-like in frustration. She just glared at me.

"Argh!" I groaned and flounced onto the couch.

******

When the Thompsons arrived, they both had me sit between them and I updated them on everything going on in my life. It had been so long since I had seen either of them.

I liked the Thompsons. Sarah called them Granddad and Granny. It worked out great for the two of us. We were never confused about whose grandparents we each might be referring to. I even called her grandparents those names sometimes, especially if I ended up spending a few days at a time with them for some reason. That had happened more than once over the years.

They didn’t care what I called them. I always was polite though. I was nothing if not polite ... at least when I knew Mom might find out if I wasn’t. It always paid off for me though. Adults like polite kids. They seem to adore polite young girls. Maybe that was sexist, but it worked great for me.

I last saw Mr. Thompson earlier in the summer at Sarah's house. I still thought it was odd that he asked about my parents, and that Daddy had stayed with them two Saturdays ago. But then, I hadn't understood Sarah's and my grandparents' past. I tried picturing Grandma dating Mr. Thompson, and Grandpa doing the same with Mrs. Thompson. It just seemed too weird though.

As for any monkey business that might be going on now, I just couldn't see it happening, I definitely couldn't see Grandma doing something like that. But then again, I never imagined my own parents would be screwing their best friends! If they were, they definitely hid it very well.

As usual, the conversation included a discussion about Sarah and me.

"You two might as well be twin sisters," Mr. Thompson said.

Mrs. Thompson added, "I'm surprised you didn't talk Sarah into becoming a cheerleader."

"I wanted her to. She just isn't into it like I am."

"It's good that you two have some different interests, especially with her being Jamie's girlfriend, too."

"I don't see her nearly as much, though, especially with her hanging out with Jamie."

"Well, you feel free to come with Sarah to stay with us like you've always done," Mrs. Thompson told me, "We miss having our two girls running around everywhere."

"It reminds us of all the times Colleen and your mom were doing the same," Mr. Thompson added, patting my knee.

And then the discussion eventually got around to my boyfriend.

"So, you've replaced me with this Peter fellow," Mr. Thompson playfully said.

I sat there and blushed.

"Your mom told us he is a nice boy," Mrs. Thompson added.

Mom was talking to everyone about Peter? It wasn't like he was my fiancé! Well, not counting the fake wedding and all. Thank Gawd Mom didn't hint at the fake wedding at the nudist campground. That would have been just awkward to explain in a sanitized way without totally getting busted. The wedding album was certainly not going to be passed around either!

Of course, Jamie and Sarah were discussed at length. They thought their being together was the greatest thing ever. They were referred to as Romeo and Juliet. I just tried not to gag. Mr. Thompson said if the two of them married, it would merge the two families. Any kids they had together would definitely be spoiled rotten.

"We always wondered if Brandon and Andrea would ever date each other, but they never did even though they were together a lot when they were younger," Mrs. Thompson noted.

"Colleen and Andrea were inseparable though," Grandpa said. "If you wanted to find one of them, just look for the other." All of them laughed.

I noticed Grandma was mostly quiet while talking about Mom and Colleen. It wasn't that unusual though. She was just like a second mom to Colleen, just like Mrs. Thompson was to my mom. Grandma just didn't get caught up in all of the talk about that though.

As for me, I mostly kept my mouth shut. As long as they were focused on someone other than me, I could relax. That rarely lasted for long though.

The one interesting thing they all talked about was a camping trip the two families took when Mom was my age. It sounded all innocent and shit. They camped out in the mountains in North Carolina for several nights. I was definitely gonna ask Mom for all the details of that!

"Oh, I almost forgot ..." Grandma said before jumping up to leave the room for a few moments. When she came back, she had a picture album.

"Come sit beside me, Melissa. I have some pictures to show you."

I joined her on the couch as she opened the album.

"I found these during the week," she said, stopping at a particular set of pictures. They were a few black and white photos of a girl about my age. The girl looked exactly like me!

"Who is she?" I anxiously asked.

"That's my mother - Melissa Ritter-Greene - your great-grandma."

"Holy crap!" I said, and just as quickly covered my mouth.

"Melissa!" Mom automatically called out. "Watch that potty mouth!"

"Sorry," I sheepishly replied. Grandma just chuckled and rubbed my hand.

I couldn't believe the resemblance! She wore her hair a little different, but otherwise we could easily have been twin sisters.

And it wasn't just those pictures either. Grandma flipped the page and revealed some others. A few were from when she was about six-years-old.

Mom sat on the other side of Grandma. "Those are incredible. They look just like you, Melissa, when you were that age."

I couldn't stop looking at my great-grandma. I now had to know everything I could about her!

"Was she a cool chica?" I asked Grandma.

Grandma shook her head, grinning. "Well, dear, I wasn't around when she was your age."

"But what was she like when she was younger? I barely even know her."

The last time I had seen my great-grandma I was more interested in other things than a woman I barely even knew. I remembered she was a spunky lady though. She was really nice to me. Of course, I was her namesake.

"Your great-grandma asks about you whenever we talk," Grandma said. "She's very proud of the fine young lady you're becoming. She’s especially proud that you're an honor student."

I wondered if she would be proud of me if she really knew me. If she knew about all the sex I was having, it would probably give her a stroke!

Grandma then showed us some pictures when her mother was an older teen.

"Wow, she was a hottie!" I exclaimed.

She was so elegant looking. Mom definitely had her body. I clearly had her face as well. I really hoped I continued to look like her as I grew up. Her poses looked so graceful!

"You do remind me a lot of Mom," Grandma told me. "She has this keen sense of knowing when to listen instead of talking. I've seen you doing the exact same thing. You have the exact same inquisitive nature. She knows how to ignore all the noise and focus on what is important."

"Too cool."

"And it was almost impossible to keep a secret from her," Grandma added.

"They're definitely related," Mom sorta sarcastically stated. I quickly stuck my tongue out at her. Fortunately, everyone laughed instead of calling me out for my manners.

"How is she doing?" Mom asked.

"She's about the same as always," Grandma said. "She can't get around very well, but her mind is as sharp as ever."

I remembered she had been involved in a car accident about twenty years earlier. Her back and hip were broken, leaving her tied down to a wheelchair. She had other health issues too because of that. That was when she moved to California to live with her son who was better able to take care of her. I now wished I had spent more time talking with her when I last saw her.

After that, the adults caught up with each other about friends of theirs. It was then that I wished Sarah had come with us. She and I could talk about something more interesting - like our own friends.

Even better would have been if Peter could have come. He and I could have sneaked out and gone somewhere to fool around - like the tree house! If not the tree house, there was the barn. There were even some hay bales we could hide behind and fuck.

Ugh! I was so incredibly horny again!

******

Along about nine, the Thompsons told us goodnight and headed for home. It was fun seeing them, but I was about to climb the walls.

"What's the matter, dear?" Grandma asked.

I just shrugged.

"She's missing someone," Mom told her, almost smirking. But I even sensed she felt some sympathy for me.

"Oh, honey, why don't you call him?" Grandma offered.

"Seriously? That's like long distance, though."

"I think your grandpa and I can handle an extra long distance call. Just don't make it too long," she chuckled.

"No more than ten minutes," Mom insisted. "Your grandparents aren't made of money."

"I don't have to if ..."

"Oh, nonsense," Grandma stated. "Give your Peter a call."

I smiled and took the phone. Mom scooted me on to the spare bedroom. She smiled knowingly as I looked back at her before closing the door behind me.

"Hi, Peter."

"Mel!"

"Whatcha doing?"

"Talking to you, duh."

"Peter ..." I groaned impatiently.

"I was ... thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you, too, while listening to the old people talk."

"I really miss you."

"I really miss you, too. I wish you were here right now."

"Are you horny?" he teased.

"Dude, I'm about to take matters into my own hands."

"I'm hard thinking about you doing that."

"Are you naked?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"I'm at my grandparents, Peter."

"Oh, yeah ..."

"I just slid my shorts and panties off, though," I teasingly said, which I actually did. I knew it was taking a chance, but I really didn't expect anyone to disturb me.

"You're in your bedroom?" he asked.

"Duh, and I don't have too long. So tell me something dirty so we can get off together."

"I'm not good at doing that."

"Oh, that's right. It's usually Mom doing this with you."

"Are you mad?"

"No, but she told me details."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. It was so hot, Peter. I got horny from listening to her tell me about what she did with you."

"I have something to confess."

"What?"

"The first time I did phone sex with your mom, I was totally freaking out. So, in my mind, I imagined it was you I was having sex with."

"You were talking dirty with my mother and picturing me?!"

There was a few knocks on the door, and it opened a little. I panicked until I saw Mom.

"Keep it down, Mel," she softly told me. Then louder she added, "About five more minutes." She winked at me and grinned as she looked at my shorts and panties in a pile on the floor. I could hear Grandma telling her to leave me alone as Mom closed the door.

"Are you okay?" I heard Peter say.

"Yeah, it was just Mom, your old phone lover."

"She's not my ..."

"It's fine, Peter. You're my lover now."

"I'm stroking my cock."

"Is it all big and hard?"

"It almost hurts."

"Can you hammer nails with it?" I giggled.

"I'd rather hammer your pussy with it."

"You're such a sweet talker, Peter."

"You love it."

"Of course, I do!" I honestly told him. "Can you picture me sitting down on it?"

"Gawd yeah!"

"I can feel it filling me up, Peter," I moaned, rubbing my throbbing clit. "I love your cock, sweetie."

"You're so fucking tight, Mel."

"You're stretching me so much, lover!"

"I can see your sexy tits in my mind, as your body moves, fucking me."

Aww. He was actually thinking about my tits!

"My nipples are so hard for you," I groaned to him, using my free hand to pinch one of them hard. Fuck it felt so good!

"I'm about to shoot, Mel!"

"Cum in my tight little pussy ... your pussy, baby!"

"Fuck!" he groaned loudly.

"Jesus Christ!" I said as I started to come too. Vaguely I heard Peter say something about covering my mouth, which I had automatically done. I dropped the phone and squeezed my legs tightly around my hand, keeping the other tightly over my mouth as I squirmed around on the bed. I couldn't believe how hard I came!

"Mel ..." I heard coming from the phone lying on the bedspread. I picked it up.

"Yeah?" I replied breathlessly.

"Did anyone hear you?"

"I covered my mouth."

"I hoped you would."

"I'm learning," I giggled.

“I wish I could look into your eyes right now.”

“I wish I was there to see you looking into them just before I kiss you.”

"I love you, Melissa Livingston."

"I love you, Peter Rayner."

A knock at the door interrupted us.

"Wrap it up, honey," Mom said after poking her head in again, grinning at me. I bet she stayed at the door listening the whole time! It probably was a good thing that she did, keeping my grandparents from catching me having phone sex. I would thank her later, even though she was being bitchy about me getting off the phone.

"I gotta go," I told him. "Mom's acting like the phone police. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"I miss you."

"I miss you more."

Mom poked her head in again and gave me that look she does so well.

"I really gotta go now, Peter. Love you, good night!"

I turned off the phone and put my panties and shorts back on while Mom smirked at me. I blushed. I was okay with her smirking at me though. Paybacks are a bitch. I would eventually have my fun at her expense. It's what best friends did to each other sometimes. It was all good.

******

I sat up a little longer with my grandparents and Mom. It was close to 9:30. After the phone sex with Peter, though, I was getting sleepy. If only he were here to snuggle with!

I yawned. "I think I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," both my grandparents told me, each kissing me after I hugged them.

"We've got an early morning, honey," Mom reminded me.

It was definitely going to be a full day, especially with Doris' 'period party' during the afternoon. I wasn't even sure what to expect from that!

I went to the spare bedroom. Mom would sleep in her old room. That's where both my parents slept when they were here together. When I was younger, Jamie would sleep in the spare bedroom with me. That stopped when I turned ten, and he was relegated to the couch in the family room. He was fine with that though. I was just his dopey little sister back then. I wondered if he would try to sneak into the bedroom with me now if he were here too.

I put on a long nighty and settled into the middle of the bed. I started thinking about all the things that had happened that day, all the things Mom told me, the daring things we did during the drive and after we arrived at my grandparents.

I had actually done phone sex at my grandparents! And they would get to pay the bill!

I was smiling as I dozed off.

******

I woke up from someone shaking me.

"Get up, sleepy head!" a soft voice said to me. I slowly opened my eyes to see Mom's face close to mine.

"C'mon, lazy bones."

"What's going on?" I sleepily asked.

"We're going someplace, now hurry up and get dressed."

"It's the middle of the night!" I whined.

"Keep your voice down, silly!" Mom quietly urged. "And it's only 10:30."

"Where the fuck are we going at 10:30 in Long Cane? The Dairy Queen will be closed by the time we get there."

"We're not going to the Dairy Queen, now get dressed," Mom said, throwing me a pair of shorts and a top from the bag I brought.

I stood up beside the bed and pulled my nightie off. Mom then threw a pair of ankle socks and some walking shoes I brought at my feet.

"Wear those."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"You'll see."

"You could at least let me put on something ..."

"What I gave you to wear is fine for where we're going."

I couldn't even begin to imagine where and what she was up to. There was a late night movie at the one theater in Long Cane, but spending a Saturday night at a movie in Long Cane with my Mom was about the last thing I wanted to do right then. Death wasn't much further down the list either.

After I was dressed, Mom grabbed a flashlight, and we quietly left the house.

"You forgot your purse," I told Mom.

"Don't need it."

So wherever we were going didn't require money. This was looking even less promising.

Then she walked right past our car and out into the field. What the fuck was she up to?

I followed her as she walked toward the path that went through the woods to the Thompsons' house.

"Why are we walking to the Thompsons in the middle of the night?!"

"Just follow me," she simply said. I sighed and walked along beside her.

It was a warm night. We really didn’t need the flashlight. The moon was out and gave us plenty of light to see by. It was kinda fun sneaking out of the house with Mom. But I was afraid the trip was going to be all of the fun if we were just walking to the Thompsons’ house.

As we came out of the woods, I noticed that the Thompsons still had a light on inside of their house. Both of their cars were in the yard.

"Mom," I said, stepping in front of her to stop her. "We just visited with them ..."

"Shhh."

"But ..." I started to say, but she grabbed my hand, and began walking, pulling me along closer to their house.

"Are we gonna spy on them?" I urgently whispered.

"Shhh."

"We're so gonna get busted ..."

"Hush."

"If I'm forever known as a Peeping Tom ..."

"Be quiet," she said with her face right in mine. I just grumped at her. Spying on the Thompsons wasn't my idea of an adventure. They were nice looking for older folks, but I wouldn't go out of my way in the middle of the night to see them doing the nasty.

Mom then stopped and stood there for what seemed like forever. She looked like she was lost. I waited on her to do something.

"Fuck it!" she finally exclaimed, looking like she had made up her mind about something. I looked at her like she was fucking nuts. Mom took my hand and led me right by the Thompsons' house and then away from it.

She led me through a large field toward the woods on the other side of their property. This was definitely getting interesting.

We came up on a narrow spot that I was familiar with. It was a path that ended up coming out close to the old Munson house further down the road. It was probably a half-mile walk through the woods though. Sarah and I knew the path was there. It made sense that Mom did as well. She and Colleen probably walked down it a lot just goofing off when they were kids.

It had been a few years since I had been down it though. I wondered if it had become overgrown. If Mom was gonna walk me through the dense woods, shorts weren't the best choice for that! When I was a little kid, I didn't care so much about getting all scratched up. Now I got pissed off when I nicked myself while shaving.

"Are we seriously gonna walk through the woods?" I asked.

"Well, we can go back to bed if you want."

"Uh, no ... but what's the point?"

"I want to show you something?"

"The old Munson house?"

"Sure," she flippantly answered, pulling me by my hand into the woods.

"What are we gonna do at the old Munson house?"

"You'll see," she ginned at me. I smiled warily at her, wondering what the fuck she was getting me into. I was beginning to think this could be fun!

******

The walk wasn't as bad as I had expected. It just seemed like forever before we reached the end. Along the way, every other minute it seemed like there were noises that had me grabbing Mom's arm.

"You're such a city girl."

"Am not!" I protested, and then squealed when something flew off from a small tree close to us.

"Of course, you're not," Mom droned.

I really was being a total wuss.

As we neared the end of the path, the old Munson house came into view. It was a house that a long-time family from Long Cane used to live in. It had been vacant for a long time. Jamie, Sarah and I had walked over to it one time from the road. Grandpa was not very happy when he found out. The highway wasn't the safest place for kids to be walking along. So we never went back.

But things were different this time. For one, the house wasn't vacant. There were cars all around it! Lights were on throughout the big two-story house. And when I say it was big, it was huge! The Munsons were always a 'well to do' family in Long Cane.

"Mel, you have to do everything I tell you from here on. If I say stop, stop. If I say run, run like hell. You have to promise me."

"I promise," I sincerely replied, grinning at her. "What's going on, though?"

"Remember earlier in the week when you put the camping gear away and I told you we would do something special?"

"Yeah, but I figured that was what visiting the Formons' store was all about."

"Well, it was. But, I decided that wasn't special enough."

"What's going on here?" I quizzically asked.

"Follow me and I'll show you," she said, taking my hand. "But remember, do exactly what I tell you without hesitation, okay?"

I quickly nodded. In my mind, I already knew the answer to my question. I just needed to see it.

"That means pay very close attention to me."

I nodded again. She was definitely serious about me doing what she told me. I figured I better this time.

Mom led me to a storage shed behind the house.

“Help me with this.”

“Wait ... what are you doing with a ladder?”

“We’re gonna climb up on the house.”

I looked again at the back side of the house. There was enough of a ledge for us to get up on so that we could spy into the various upstairs windows.

“You’re serious? You want me to climb up on the house with you, like I was gonna do at our house a few weekends ago?”

“Well ... yes.”

I stared at her.

“Do you want to have some fun or not?”

“But ...”

"Look, we're doing this together. So that makes it okay, okay?"

"Is this like driving off the cliff together?" I snickered as I helped her carry the ladder.

"It better not be," Mom quietly replied. "I'm grounding you if you fall off the house."

"Figures."

"Don't complain. Your father will ground me, too." We both giggled. I then almost stuck my foot in my mouth.

"If we're both grounded, then we can sneak out of the house together by ... uh ..."

"By what, young lady?"

"Never mind."

Mom snorted.

Thank Gawd the ladder we had wasn't made out of aluminum. The way we were bouncing it around would have had us busted before we even placed it against the house!

Once we had it situated, Mom had me climb up first. She figured she could catch me if I slipped off. I doubted if that would keep me from breaking my neck, but I adored her for thinking of my well-being while getting me to do something incredibly stupid. All moms should be like that!

I definitely was never going to be a mountain climber. I was totally freaking out about half way up the ladder. But the idea of peeking in on what I suspected was happening in the house kept me going until I very ungracefully moved off the ladder onto the roof. Mom climbed up like she had done it a million times. I then wondered if I was far off from the real count!

My suspicions as to what I would see were spot on. Actually seeing it though stunned me.

In the room were eight naked people on mattresses. Two of them were teen girls, probably about sixteen-years-old or so.

"What the fuck, Mom!" I anxiously whispered.

"Hush and watch before you get us caught!" she just as anxiously whispered back.

Four of the adults were about my parents' age, two women and two men. I wondered if they were the parents of those two girls. Two other men were a good bit older. They were all involved with each other in some way or another. It was just one big free for all. The guys weren't trying to have sex with each other, but they didn't seem to mind if they came into contact while doing something with a girl or woman.

None of them would likely win a beauty contest. They were just pleasant looking people having fun sex together.

"Who are those people?" I asked Mom.

"Some of Long Cane's finest."

"How did you know about this?"

"Shush. I'll tell you later. Just watch for now."

I didn't recognize anyone, but I really didn't know that many people from Long Cane. Just some of my grandparents and the Thompsons' friends, like the men I often had seen at the hardware store. And I didn't really know all of them by name.

I couldn't take my eyes off the teen girls. One of them was on her hands and knees and one of the older guys was fucking her pussy with quick short jabs. The way he had his head thrown back I guessed he was close to cumming.

One of the women lay on her back next to the teen girl. The two were kissing and I could see their tongues moving in and out of the others mouth. The other older guy was fucking the woman, but he seemed to be more interested in watching the woman and the teen girl kissing.

The second woman knelt next to the group on the other side of the teen girl, her ass high in the air. I watched as the older guy pulled his cock out of the teen, shiny with their juices, moved behind the kneeling woman, and then fucked her. Suddenly he pushed in one more time and then held his cock deep within the woman. It was obvious that he was cumming in her.

The other teen girl was lying on her side between two of the men. One was in front of her and held her upper leg high in the air. The other was lying behind her and stroking deeply and slowly into her pussy. Then suddenly the men switched and then the one in front of her began to fuck her.

I wondered what it would be like to be in a pile of bodies like that, just letting go and enjoying the moment with whoever was closest to me at the time. Sex for the sake of pure enjoyment with people who wanted the same.

After watching for a while longer, Mom finally had me crawl with her to the next window. The only difference between this view and the prior one were the ages of the participants. They were all teens, with two of the girls probably about my age. Eight teens just going nuts with each other. I wondered if they all even knew each other’s names, like it would even matter.

The one common thing I noticed was that even though the guys didn't mind being in contact with each other, they weren't going for each other’s cocks. The girls didn't have the same issue. That sucked. I thought it would be wild to see two guys letting go just like I did with a girl when I felt like it. Of course, guys can't get away with letting go like girls can. It's sexy when two girls fool around a little, but Gawd forbid two guys do the same.

I was a little surprised when two of the guys let this one chica suck both their cocks at the same time. The guys seemed okay with it all because it was a girl making their cocks touch together as she tried to suck both. The girl could totally suck too, getting a fair amount of both their cocks into her mouth.

But hypocrisy and double standards totally sucked.

Mom pulled me along to the third window. The scene in this room was very different. Oh, it had a lot of sex, but the participants were quite different. There was only one girl, and she was probably a year older than me. She was so fucking cute! With her were four men, several of them as old as my grandpa!

"They're doing a gangbang," Mom whispered to me.

"She's really going to get fucked by all of them?"

"Several times or more, depending on how often they can get it up."

"Oh my Gawd," I whimpered as I watched that cute girl lying on her back with her legs held in the air as she got fucked. Another man was at her head, her face getting stuffed with the older dude's cock and balls. The other two dudes were on either side of her getting jerked off by her small hands. They were groping her smallish boobies while she pulled their peckers.

It was so wild watching those four men just use that girl's body. It was almost like she was a rag doll. They were so into it with her, being rather aggressive. I wasn't even sure if they knew if she was okay or not. She kept stroking the cocks in her hands, so I guess they figured she was fine with what was happening.

"What do you think?" Mom whispered.

"Do you think she's done that before?"

"Probably, but it could be her first time."

"Have you ever done that?"

"More times than I can remember, baby girl."

"Is it fun?" I skeptically asked.

"With the right men. And they look like the right men to me," she said, as we stared intently at the action.

"They're just using her," I blurted out.

"I'm betting that is exactly what she wants, too," Mom replied. "Reminds you of the blindfold games?"

"Yeah ... sorta ... except her eyes are wide open."

"It's a different kind of experience, but the pleasure can be just as intense. Look how wet her pussy is making his cock. Look at her eyes."

They both told the same story. She was totally into what they were doing.

"I wonder where her parents are?"

"One of those men might be her daddy."

I turned to her, "Seriously?"

"Why would that surprise you anymore? You know about Pam and Penny. You've even done most of that with your own father."

"Yeah, but ... are there a lot of freaky people like me?"

Mom softly chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at her.

The wildest thing I saw was when the man fucking her pulled out of her pussy. He spurted ropes of cum all the way up to her neck ... and the guys groping her tits just rubbed it into her like it was some kind of moisturizer. Then they changed positions and one of the guys she had been jerking off took his turn between her legs.

Mom pulled me along to the last window. By then I was already horny as fuck. The scene I saw only made matters worse. The man whom I had blown earlier that day with Mom, and who had fucked me hours earlier, was busy plowing away into another girl about my age. I actually got to see what his cock had likely looked like while it slid in and out of my own pussy. Seeing that reminded me of the wonderful orgasm he had given me as well.

Also in the room was an older woman getting fucked by a boy close to Jamie's age. His cock was about the size of Jamie's too.

After watching for a few minutes, I was ready to open the window and join them.

"He's fucking her so good," I muttered.

"Which one?"

"Both, but especially Mr. Blackmon. She's a lucky girl."

"Would you like to be in her place?"

"I already have been."

"What did you say?" she very curiously asked me.

"He fucked me earlier when I was at the hardware store with Grandpa ... in an office at the back of the store. Mr. Blackmon had me go back with him to get something for Grandpa. He was talking up front the whole time we were back there."

I thought she would be a little pissed off, but then a wide grin slowly formed on her face.

I blushed as she tousled my hair.

"Do you know who the woman is?"

"That's Mrs. Blackmon?"

"So cool. She’s pretty hot looking."

"For an older woman?"

"Well, yeah ... but for any woman as well."

Mom stared at me.

"You're the hottest woman I know, Mom."

She pulled me to her and kissed my cheek.

"You're the prettiest thirteen-year-old girl ever." I kissed her back.

Then she shocked me by saying, "I wish I could've watched you this afternoon."

"I wish you had been there to join in ... like when we sucked him off together."

Mom sighed. "We better go."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna rape you right here if we don't."

At that moment, I wouldn't have minded!

We watched the action in the rooms for a few more minutes while Mom played with my butt. Mom finally did coax me down from the house. After we put the ladder away, we headed back the way we came.

******

Walking through the woods, I asked, "What made you want to show me all of that?"

Mom paused for a moment before she explained.

"When I was twelve, Colleen and I snuck out together one Saturday night and ended up at seeing pretty much what you saw tonight. It was the beginning of a lot of things for us."

"Did you get caught?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then the beginning of what?"

"The beginning of our experimenting with each other. You see, among many other things, we saw some teen girls doing oral together."

"And you decided to try it together?"

She nodded. "It was the first time for each of us. The first of many times."

"So cool, Mom," I said. "Thanks for doing this with me ... and telling me that."

"You're welcome, Mel." she smiled. "But don't go thinking you can use what we did as an excuse to be climbing in and out of your room."

I just smirked. She was so totally busted! From her blushing, I figured she knew it as well.

After walking a little further, Mom asked, "So, what do you think about what you saw?"

"It looks like it would be pretty wild to do."

"You think you can handle it?"

"I think so," I replied, knowing the first time likely would be weird for me.

"What about the gangbang?"

"I want to try it ... at least once."

"Do you think you could've handled doing that at the Meyers’ party without seeing it first? Knowing just how much you would be a sex object to a group of people?"

"I might've freaked out, but I adapt to things really quick."

"That you do, baby girl. I'm learning not to underestimate you so much. But it is hard not to be cautious. You're my one and only daughter."

"It's cool, Mom," I said, hugging her from the side. "I know now that you're just doing what you think is best for me."

"And thinking about what is best for you, how do you think Peter will feel about you being a part of something like that?"

"I guess it's something we'll need to talk about."

"You know your cheerleader parties could also create some situations he might not be comfortable with."

"We talked about that though. We agreed if things weren't right for both of us, we'd stop what we were doing."

"But what about a gangbang like the one you just witnessed? Or any of the other things you saw? Those kinds of things will happen, either at places like the Meyers or at your cheerleader parties. He'll see his girlfriend being treated like a slut, like you were nothing but a piece of pussy to be fucked. It won't be anything like watching his father having sex with you."

I stared at her.

"Will he be able to handle that?" she asked.

I wasn't really sure. I was certain we would find out though.

******

We quietly walked past the Thompson's house. The lights were still on. The thought of watching the Sarah's grandparents actually seemed really kinky right then. I even wondered what it might be like if I were actually in bed with them!

Grrr! I was so fucking horny!

As we walked down the path to my grandparents' house, I asked Mom, "Do you really think Sarah could've handled an orgy like that?"

"I think she could've with me there. You see, a young girl experiencing that for the first time can be very overwhelmed if they aren’t expecting it to happen. I believed Sarah could possibly handle it because of the way your father and I approached sex with her at times."

"How was that?"

"Often, we treated her like a sex toy, having her take part in fantasies with us."

"She told me about some of that."

"I figured she had."

"We're best friends, Mom!"

"I know, baby girl. I should've expected it eventually. Colleen and I have always been that way."

I started to say something snotty about how she and Colleen were the ones that almost ruined our friendship, but decided not to.

"Anyway, Sarah knew from the things she did with us to expect the kind of thing you saw. We were quite aggressive with her at times. Sarah had also been involved in sex with adults longer than you had."

"And Pam?"

"Pam had also been through similar with others, including your father and me. The Rayners felt she could handle being in an orgy setting. And she did end up in a foursome with three men all over her. I knew you weren't ready for that when we were at the campground. You had an experience with Brent Walcott and Bob, but they were taking care not to do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

I knew she was right, and knew Sarah had been much more involved in things by then and likely would have handled things better. It sucked being last. But it was a shit load of fun playing catch up!

"Did Pam come over in the afternoons like Sarah did?"

"No, sweetie. She came over maybe a half-dozen weekends to spend the night with your father and me, if you must know," she answered a little dramatically.

"I was just wondering is all," I shot back and shrugged. "Did you ever go to see her?"

"Just wondering again?"

"Kinda," I slyly smiled.

“Last summer I started going over to her house about once every other week or so. We went to her room to make out with each other.”

"And you and Daddy had an orgy with her, Sarah and Jamie in your bedroom this summer, too.” I knew from Pam telling me before Peter’s birthday party.

I could tell even in the darkness that Mom was a little uncomfortable with me knowing about her exploits. I wondered if it had been to get Pam ready for the orgy at the Meyers’. After all, the Rayners had planned to go camping at Forest Acres before I had even known about the place.

“Well ... yeah ...”

I interrupted her. “It’s cool, Mom."

"I'm glad it meets with your approval," she sarcastically replied.

"I just ..."

"I know, honey. There's no need to be jealous of Pam or Sarah. You're my baby girl. We've done so much together just today that I doubt I will ever do with them ... or anyone else even close to your age."

"Better late than never," I just had to say, grinning at her. That just got me tickled.

******

It was almost midnight when we quietly slipped back into my grandparents’ house. The lights were out and I suspected that they were already sound asleep.

We were sorta sweaty and decided to take a shower before going to bed again. At least for me it would be to bed again. We took our clothes off in the bathroom. When we were naked, Mom put her hands on my shoulder and held me at arm’s length. Her eyes roamed over my naked body and I was starting to blush.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Looking at my beautiful and sexy daughter.”

“Mom!”

She moved her hands just under my breasts. “Just look at these beautiful firm little boobies.”

Mom leaned in and flicked her tongue over my hard nipples as we stood just outside the shower. She moved back and forth between my breasts, a hand cupping each as her lips grabbed and pulled the tips out and upon releasing, then kissing and tonguing them.

I moaned, feeling tingly all over.

“Mommy loves sucking your little titties,” she said, surprising me.

If I hadn’t been horny before, I definitely was now!

Mom reached down to rub my clit as we stood together.

“You’re so hot, baby girl.”

I just stood there with my arms hanging limply at my side. Soft moans just kept coming from my mouth.

She then began kissing my lips lightly, but also friskily. She reached to gently hold my hair with both hands, letting it slide through her hands as she checked me out. She was my mother, but she was definitely ready to enjoy my body. Then she was kissing and sucking on the side of my neck, sliding her mouth up to my jaw. Her hands touched and rubbed my flanks. She wasn’t even trying to hide her lust and hunger. It was so intense. The look in her eyes was new to me. It was actually scaring me just a little.

“Mom ...”

“Shhh, baby. I can’t help it. Not with a daughter as hot as you.”

“You’re just so ... aggressive.”

“You don’t like it, baby girl?” She asked, lightly biting my neck as her hands moved to grab and dig into my butt cheeks.

“Yeah, but ummm ...”

“You’ve never seen me like this?”

“Not quite like this,” I said as she kissed my chin, and then just as quickly sucked my bottom lip into her mouth.

“I want you so fucking bad. I want your little body so much. I want to use you. I want you to be my little sexy toy.”

“Gawd, yes, Mom!”

“I want to use your pretty little body.”

“Okay," I shyly replied, overwhelmed a little by everything.

“Do you want to be bad with me, baby girl?”

I simply nodded, looking into her eyes. At that moment, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted.

After removing our tampons, she pulled me into the shower. Mom seriously let go with me. I guess she forgot all about not wanting to be lovers. I got into it just as intensely though. We were both horny as fuck after what we had watched together.

The passion in our kisses took my breath away at times.

In one swift motion Mom pushed two fingers into me. Her fingers fucked me with abandon, and her thumb rubbed my clit almost a little roughly. I arched my back trying to push my pelvis harder against her hand. A few times she made some quick thrusts of her fingers in just the right way to get me off.

My nipples were like chew toys. She even turned me around and bit and sucked on my butt cheeks. She was really rough at times, but it felt just right.

We stayed under the spray until the water began to cool. Before that, I came at least several times from her fingers. She also remembered to cover my mouth with hers to keep me from screaming out loud. Once she had to hold me to keep me from falling.

I played with her as well, getting her off. She also got off while grinding herself into my body. It was something I definitely wanted to do more of. If not Mom, maybe Sarah or Doris or Colleen. There was so much more we could do than just using your mouth and fingers.

Mom kept confusing me. We had made out like hot lovers but then she had said earlier that she didn’t want us to be lovers. I once again saw how conflicted she was. She was losing control no matter how much she tried not to.

I went to bed and fell into an exhausted but restless sleep.

******

Some sounds woke me. I felt like I had to pee, too, so I slipped out of bed and walked into the hallway.

I was surprised that my grandparents’ bedroom door was open. I peeked in and couldn’t believe what I saw! They weren’t asleep at all but rather wide awake and having sex. They were the ones who woke me up! But then, maybe I have this sex detector like a smoke alarm that goes off whenever people around me are doing the nasty.

I stared into the room. They were both completely naked. Grandpa lay on his back with Grandma kneeling next to him. She had his cock in her mouth. My grandparents didn’t do stuff like that! At least not in my mind. Fucking, yeah. Mom was proof of that! But blowjobs? Nuh uh. But then, I had discovered their porn stash, and Mom had to inherit her kinkiness from somewhere.

I knew I shouldn’t watch but I couldn’t tear myself away from their bedroom door.

When I actually saw Grandpa's entire hard cock, my hand flew up to cover my mouth to keep me from yelling out loud. I couldn’t believe the length of it - not overly thick, but quite long. It would be a challenge for most any girl to handle. But Grandma deep throated him like it was nothing! It was totally obvious where Mom and I had inherited that skill from! I wondered if I would have any problems swallowing it.

Grandma pulled back from her husband’s cock. It was shiny with her spit and I thought I could see a drop of pre-cum on the tip of Grandpa’s cock.

“We really shouldn’t leave the door open like that," Grandma told him, causing me to pull back from the door a little. "Your granddaughter could catch us.”

“She’s a deep sleeper.”

“Unlike you. You wake up horny in the middle of the night lusting after your beautiful granddaughter.”

What the fuck!

“I couldn't help it!" he playfully defended himself. "I just had a sexy little dream, honey.”

“I think you want her to see us. I bet you like the idea of that pretty girl getting an eye full, you dirty old man.”

“She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s old enough to know and do a lot of things.”

“Like sucking and fucking big hard cocks like yours?”

“Now who is the dirty one?”

“I know you think about it, her sweet little pussy, fucking your grandchild.”

Was this seriously happening?!

“And you don’t?" Grandpa told her. "That young strapping grandson of yours?”

“Fuck me, Frank. Pretend I’m your granddaughter.”

“See! You’re the one with the filthy mind around here!”

“Well, it won’t be the first time we pretended like that. Remember when Andrea was about her age how you liked to pretend?”

“As I recall, I didn’t get any complaints from you.”

“That’s because you fucked me silly every time you did. Now fuck me, Grandpa. Fuck my sweet little pussy.”

“What I really want is to fuck your tight little ass, pretty little girl.”

I couldn't help myself. I stood there and watched Grandma as she got on her hands and knees and Grandpa moved behind her. I was once again amazed at the length of his cock as it stuck straight out. He had grabbed a tube with some lube and he started to work it into grandma’s butt hole with his fingers. She moaned in appreciation of his finger fucking.

He had two fingers in her butt and was really getting pretty wild the way he moved in her butt. I just hoped he wouldn’t hurt her.

I was playing with myself when Grandpa pulled his fingers out. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with Grandma’s ass.

“Ready for me, Melissa honey?” I heard him ask.

“Yes, Grandpa lover, fuck my dirty little ass.”

I gasped as I watched.

Grandpa slid his long cock into Grandma’s butt in one long stroke. He was moving slow at first, but quickly pushed his cock into her all the way. She was groaning as she took all of him.

He took a hold of her hips and settled into a good pace of fucking her with long strokes. And long they were. I watched in awe as Grandpa fucked Grandma like he was my daddy’s age.

Suddenly he turned his head looking towards the door. I instantaneously jumped back. I hoped he hadn’t seen me. That would be just too embarrassing. It was dark enough in the hallway that I seriously doubted that he did. I quickly went to the bathroom and then headed back to my bedroom.

I darted into the bedroom and ran right into Mom standing just inside room.

“What were you doing up, Mel?” she asked me rather sternly.

“I had to go to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom is not in my parents' bedroom, young lady.”

I was so busted. She knew exactly what I had watched. She guided me back to bed, holding my shoulder with a firm grip.

"So, did you get an eyeful?"

"I woke up and heard some noise," I tried defending myself. She shook her head at me and we got back into bed. I couldn't resist prying though.

“Did you ever watch your parents have sex?”

“No more than you have with your own.”

“Grandpa is so long!”

“Just go back to sleep before you make any more noise that gets everyone’s attention.”

“They left the door open, Mom. They knew there was a decent chance they could get seen by one of us!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time they were seen.”

“What do you mean?”

“I accidentally saw them one night, pretty much like you just did.”

“What did you do?”

“What we’re doing now. Going back to bed and to sleep.”

“But ... they were pretending ...”

“That’s right. They were just pretending. They’re a married couple. As you can tell, they’re very intimate with each other. They share fantasies. There’s nothing wrong with that. I think it’s wonderful that they’re close enough to do that together. And, you shouldn’t have been there watching long enough to now be talking with me about all of this.”

“But ...”

“Look, you got an eyeful.”

“And an earful!” I whined in reply.

Mom sighed. “Honey, just let it go, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” I relented.

I sighed and turned over onto my side. Mom spooned up against me. The problem now was letting it go so I could go to sleep. I kept seeing Grandpa’s cock. It looked so good. It was so long! It wasn’t as big overall as Mr. Meyer’s Donkey Dick. It wasn’t really any thicker than Daddy’s dick, but it was certainly longer than any others I had seen. And I had seen a few others in action just hours ago at the old Munson house!

I couldn’t believe I was comparing my father’s and grandfather’s cocks!

I then thought about having fucked Mr. Blackmon earlier at the hardware store. Grandpa had been at the front of the store while it happened. I had worried about him finding out about it at the time. Now I wondered if he would be upset about not having been the one to fuck me instead.

Then I wondered how things would be if Grandpa had been the one to fuck me. How would things change between us? Would I still be his Missy-Lissa, his little Mellie, his Melarific, his Suzie Q snack cake, his one and only granddaughter that he adored and doted over and called so many other corny names that I loved whether I liked them or not? Or would I just be a ‘pretty little girl’ with a ‘sweet little pussy’ he could get his rocks off with whenever he had the chance?

For once, I thought I really understood what Mom’s concerns were about me possibly fucking Daddy. Now, because of what I saw and heard, I just hoped my own feelings wouldn’t change for the worse toward my grandparents. They were the only ones I had. Daddy’s parents didn’t even care that I existed!

I was determined not to let anything change. I would keep what I witnessed a secret from even myself. It wasn’t like sex with my grandparents would actually happen anyway.

I’m not sure how long it was before I went back to sleep, but I was still replaying in my mind what I had seen and heard when I dozed off.

So much for keeping things a secret from me!

(continued in chapter 54)