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From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Sep 30 17:13:53 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: FamNight 2/7  "Family Night"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 08:13:53 -0800

house anymore ... it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I
mean.  Besides, Mom could care less where I am!"
     She heard the sound of running water coming from the
bathroom, and not knowing whether Rick had heard her or not,
decided to remain silently until he came out.  After a few
seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky boy, big for his age,
wearing his terry wrap-around.  MaryAnn tried to keep from looking
toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to see if he was
still big down there.
     "Was the movie any good?" Rick asked, noting her eyes
lingering just below his belt line.  He tried to appear nonchalant
as he moved away toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and
weak, and he knew that MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was
nervous.
     "Oh the usual," she replied, not going into detail about the
X rating movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID
card.  She usually tried to go at least once a week, considering
it an essential part of her education, and today's movie had been
a humdinger.  There had been detailed close-ups of everything, and
she'd found it all particularly interesting in the light of recent
developments at home.
     Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what
Antoine, the hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the
swimming pool of her estate.  But right now she was wondering just
what her brother had been up to, and why he had called her name if
he'd thought she wasn't there!
     She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new
discovery.  She decided to wait a while before telling him how
she'd been passing her mother's bedroom window had discovered that
one could see perfectly clearly into the room ... right through
the sheer curtains.  She'd realized at the time that her mother
would have no reason to pull down the shades since there were no
neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no one was in the narrow
area behind their house.  It was a narrow alleyway, and nothing
grew there but weeds, and behind that a large wooden fence divided
their property from the vacant lot next door.
     The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized
lot in the dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out
away from the city towards the airport.  Even though the area had
originally been designated as middle income, the property had been
rapidly deteriorating around them since they'd been living there
and MaryAnn had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would
move to a more desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he
usually worked, and where they would not have to listen to the
sounds of the jets overhead night and day, or hear the whooshing
traffic from the highway.
     MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair
and picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her
long straight hair.  She was thinking about how much she hated the
house, and although she was not really too fond of Don thus far,
she nevertheless hoped that his promise that they would move would
turn out to be a reality.  She knew that in other, higher class
houses you could not hear through the doors and walls, and she
visualized this one fact as a possibility that all of their lives
might one day return to normal.
     But what normal meant, she was no longer sure.  Normal was
supposed to be having both a mother and a father.  The mother
stays home and takes care of the house and children while the
father goes out to work.  She was glad that her mother no longer
had to go and sit typing in an office in the city every day,
returning home late each night pale and haggard, but somehow now
that she was home when she and Rick returned from school, it was
more of an annoyance than anything else.  She was almost like a
stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles,
constantly rearranging the living room furniture ... experimenting
with weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well.  When
they got home she'd most often be bustling nervously about the
kitchen, on the verge of tears because she'd misgauged still
another Julia Child recipe, and Don's dinner was not going to be
what she had hoped.
     Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under
control, they would see her rush into the bedroom to change into
one of her new outfits before Don got home.  She'd return, flushed
and made up, looking beautiful but a little out of place in the
Early American style living room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous
chiffon, or see-through culottes that started at her navel, topped
with a light revealing blouse.
     "It's funny," MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long
silence between her and her brother, "how we were so glad in the
beginning that Mom was going to get married ... and now it's
turned out to be so awful!"  She continued absentmindedly combing
her hair, unaware of her brother's curious looks from the bed.
     "Yeah," he replied.  He was watching the curve of his
sister's young breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm
in the easy combing motion.  She didn't seem to be wearing a bra,
because he could see the firm round protrusion of her nipples,
tight and small, pressing against the white cotton fabric of her
clothing.
     "Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?"
MaryAnn suddenly asked.  She hadn't intended to, but somehow it
had just slipped out.  She couldn't keep it to herself any longer.
What good was a secret anyway if you didn't tell someone?
     Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention
beneath the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap-around.  What did
she mean by that?  His eyes never left the button-like tips of his
sister's breasts as his mind began rapidly working.
     "Sure," he replied casually.  "Why not?"
     Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he
wondered, mentally running through the boys he knew were in her
class at school.  Technically, he knew that she was not yet
allowed to go out on dates alone ... only group gatherings.  But
knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she could have easily gotten around
that.  Oh, she was full of surprises, his older sister!
     "Well, I haven't tried it yet," MaryAnn continued, at last
replacing the comb to her brother's desk.  "But ..." she stood up,
and Rick saw that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught
between her thighs.  He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled
down the fabric.  How did it feel there between her young,
luscious white thighs when the material got bunched up there? he
wondered.  It must feel good, he thought, trying to put himself in
her place.
     "But ..." MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, "tonight
we can go see for ourselves!"
     "Go see ... but where?  What do you mean!?"
     "Out back!" MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture
toward the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not
understanding immediately.  "You can see right in their window!"
she finally added, seeing that her little brother's face did not
yet appear enlightened.
     "B ... bbb... should ... I mean ... do you think we ought
...?"
     "Well," MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in
her mind, "we can hear everything, can't we?  What's the
difference if we see it too?"

                           *    *    *

     There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when
MaryAnn entered Rick's room through the bathroom.  They were
usually not in the habit of knocking before entering each other's
rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn tapped lightly before entering.  She
was very excited about what they were going to do, but decided to
hide as much of her nervousness as possible from her brother.  She
had never for a moment faltered in her determination to spy on Don
and her mother.  It served them right!  But she knew that Rick was
not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing as she was.
Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.
     She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers ... (for climbing)
and one of her favorite sweatshirts.  Rick was sitting up in bed,
also fully clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis.
It had only been an hour since MaryAnn had left his room,
promising to return at the right moment for their adventure, but
it had seemed like ages to him.  The waiting had been sheer
torture, and he'd found himself hoping that his sister would
change her mind about the whole thing!  It just seemed too daring
... and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see them!
How would he react?  He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in
front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of
her good graces.
     But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised.
She told him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their
mother ate a late supper.  They'd had lots of wine, and after
dinner drinks, she confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out
all the lights in the house and gone into the bedroom.  Now was
the time to go out back, and there wasn't a second to lose!
     Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their
intimate supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be
tied.  Feeling feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his
sister out his window, jumping softly to the ground beside her on
the outside.  The sweet scent of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as
they made their way around the other side of the house where they
could already see a yellow patch of light shining from their
mother's bedroom.
     When each of them had finally reached the window, and were
standing directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in.  She
saw her mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed
in the lamplight from the dresser.  MaryAnn's heart skipped a
beat, and she drew her brother closer so he could see.  Just a few
feet away lay their beautiful, young mother, completely nude,
stretched out on the bed.  They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed
as they saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
     Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally
composed angelic features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy.  The
children might not have recognized her if they didn't know better!
Don was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely
apart on the bed, and he was running his lips moistly up and down
her exquisitely proportioned body.  They could see wet traces
along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had lovingly passed.
Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high
and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to move
downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering
belly.  Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then
down toward her inner thighs.  Laura writhed beneath his caresses
with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy
colored hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft
glistening pussy.
     Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window
pane for dear life.  MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the
pressure she was exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in
order to see in the window.  Beside her she heard her brother's
breath coming in harsh gasps.  She could not move.  She wanted to
run away screaming, but she could not.  It wasn't a movie she was
watching now ... it was real life!  It was her mother and new
father!  She tried to blot out the lewd sight before her, but
couldn't.  She had to watch.  She was hypnotized by this obscene
performance, yet she knew she ought to leave ... and her younger
brother ... what must Rick be thinking?  She wished desperately
that she had never proposed this horrid idea.  But it was too late
now!  She remained glued to the spot.
     Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips.  The nude body of
his mother was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory.
Never again would he have trouble imagining a woman's body!  His
mother was absolutely beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly
at the enchanting figure spread out on the bed before him.  It was
like watching some strange pagan ritual in the adventure stories
he read ... where they sacrificed the beautiful woman on an altar.
Only this was of course different.  His mother's torment, he knew
was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her pained expression ...
and somehow even though he felt a distinct feeling of hatred
toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from these feelings
and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her rapture.
     Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void.  Now
Don positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within
moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair.  Laura's belly
rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as
Don's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping
below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.
     MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each
other, as they watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of
their mother's moistly shining cunt.  The soft and cushiony hair-
lined flesh spread slowly apart, exposing the moist coral pink
interior of their mother's sensitive pussy, from the small budding
nib of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her seeping
vagina.
     Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between
them, when their stepfather's head dropped down and his long
pushing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub
of nerves at the very top of their mother's warm wet cunt.
Laura's whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this
searing contact at her most vulnerable place.  Her long legs
flexed upward and she clamped them together around her husband's
head, letting the soft inner flesh of her full thighs imprison his
face in a soft trap.  Her hips started a slow up-and-down motion
to meet his flicking tongue.  Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her
parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a
startling fit of sexual agony.
     MaryAnn's mouth dropped open.  Never in her fourteen years
had she even dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that
been hinted at thus far in any of the movies she had seen.  She
became more and more disturbed as she watched her mother's body
twisting lewdly beneath the prolonged sucking down between her
widespread legs.  The whole scene took on an aura of unreality,
and although she knew that she and her brother were there ...
standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed to lose all sense
of time and space, as weird images danced in her head and strange
sensations traversed her youthful body.  For some reason, she
began to identify with her mother ... hadn't they been so close
for so many years ...?  Right up until the time she had met and
decided to marry Don?  Everything that was happening to her mother
seemed, mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were
connected to her mother by an invisible bond.
     Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically
against her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming
underneath Don's lewdly positioned tongue.  She seemed to feel in
her own untested pussy, the same nerve shattering lickings that
her mother was experiencing.
     Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-
old mind and body seething with desire.  His sister's warmth
inflamed him and as she pushed softly against him, his penis rose
slowly in his pants, and he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his
body touched hers.  Almost without thinking, he moved a little bit
behind her, still watching the depraved bedroom scene over her
shoulder ... for although he was younger, he was already taller
than MaryAnn.  He could feel the length of his sister's back
against his body, the soft bulge of her firm round young buttocks
pushing against his hardening penis.  He rubbed up against her,
letting the hard rod press between her dungaree clad thighs from
behind.  When she did not move to stop him, he continued, too lust
ridden by now to stop.  His arms went around her waist, and he
pulled her a little backwards toward his young lean body.  He felt
a shiver pass through her body, and encouraged, he boldly passed
his hand upward toward her breasts, cupping them and squeezing
them and holding them hard beneath his trembling fingers.
     Surprisingly, MaryAnn squirmed backwards, smashing her small
pliant buttocks against his cock with a hard urgent motion.  He
heard her gasp as the full stiffness of his cock jerked against
her.
     MaryAnn felt she was in a dream.  The imperative messages of
pleasure she was getting from her body were impossible to ignore.
Her brother's touches had only seemed the fulfillment of her
subconscious wishes ... and now all remnants of her earlier desire
to run away had faded.  Impulsively, she turned from the window
and threw her arms around her brother's neck, pulling him toward
her trembling body, as she sought out his moist and frightened
lips.  They kissed passionately, each feeling that the other
represented at once salvation and downfall.
     Tears were streaming down both their faces, as they clung
helplessly together, feeling the tingling sparks fly between them,
as their young bodies pressed hard into each other.
     "Oh, Rick!  Oh, Rick," she cried softly, kissing his cheek.
She could feel his young cock pulsing harder against her belly now
and she felt a little faint.
     "MaryAnn ..." Rick replied, his voice a tremulous whisper.
He could hardly believe that his dream was coming true.  "Let's
get down on the grass!"
     In the softness of the summer night the two young children
lowered themselves slowly to the slightly moist earth below the
bedroom window ... no longer interested in the events taking place
between their mother and her new, virile husband, they found a new
interest ... themselves.  At first they lay for a long while
hugging side by side, and then listening to the sounds from the
window above them, they began once more to fondle each other.
Tentatively and inexpertly, Rick insinuated his fingers beneath
his sister's blouse, feeling her warm skin naked to his touch.
Her breasts slid beneath his hand, soft, high mountains of young
flesh that trembled at his investigation.  MaryAnn sighed, and he
heard her say ... "Oh, Rick we mustn't ... we really mustn't!"
     "I know," Rick answered, nudging his swollen groin into her
gently rounded hip.  "I know!"  But still he continued, and then
imitating what he had just seen, he lowered his mouth to kiss his
sister's still growing breasts.
     Her whole body seemed to gyrate as he took the pointed little
nipples into his mouth.  Hungrily, he sucked upon them, one at a
time, until they became like sharp, little points in his mouth.
     "Oh Rick," she sighed over and over "... oooooh ... no!"
     And, then, later, "We can't do this here ... we just can't!"



                             Chapter 3

     Rick woke up feeling very strange.  He felt the way he
usually felt when he'd had a nightmare, depressed and badly
rested.  Had he had a bad dream?  Sleepily he shook his head,
automatically reaching out to turn off his Big Ben alarm clock,
trying desperately to remember what was wrong.  It was only a
matter of seconds before the whole thing flashed before his eyes,
in one shattering image.
     His sister, MaryAnn, writhing on her back, her levis hastily
pulled off on the dark ground outside the house ... his mouth upon
her breasts, her hands tangled in his hair ... JUST LIKE DON AND
MOTHER!  His tongue drifting down to the wide open tiny split, the
faintly hair-lined triangle down between her young quivering
thighs.  His pause to inhale her girlish fragrance, his thoughts
jumbled, imagining God knows what ... imagining yes ... that she
was his mother!  And then he'd plunged downward into the sweet
mist of desire, the succulent, honeyed pit of his sister's cunt!
     His tongue had wrapped luxuriously among her secret inner
vaginal folds ... HAD HE LEARNED SO WELL FROM WATCHING ONE
PERFORMANCE?  It had been sheer desire to please her that egged
him on, making him experiment with his mouth upon her squirming
pussy, nibbling with his lips, taking her smooth inner pussy walls
gently between his teeth.  How softly he'd breathed upon her
private flesh, how lovingly he'd sucked her!
     And when she'd started to cum, he'd thought he'd die, thought
he'd be inundated by her flowing wetness, thought that he too
would start to cum then and there ... and he had!  Just as the low
grunting, rugging sound escaped from his sister's straining
throat, and her pelvis arched impossibly up, her silken pussy
thrusting itself hard into his hungrily licking tongue, he'd freed
his boyishly thick cock from his pants.  How it had felt hard and
big in his hands!  And giving the surging plane of her uptilted
pussy one very special sucking lick with his tongue and mouth,
he'd spewed forth his own soul racking orgasm, by slipping back
his thick foreskin hard and fast.  She'd bucked savagely beneath
him for long moments, waves of passion whipping her young body
this way and that, the clandestine nature of their lovemaking
adding to her culminating pleasure, as she strained not to make
too much noise.  Silently, then, or at least with only low mewls
and groans of delight, her body had twisted about in the grips of
not one, but two, body wracking orgasms.  Sweating and struggling
her younger brother had kept up with her, pumping lewdly upon his
long suffering but proud penis.  MaryAnn gasped as she felt her
brother's warm semen spurting against the naked flesh of her
thigh, and then she bucked up again, so that her climaxing
clitoris was rubbing insistently against his mouth, her supple
back arched like a taut bow, the wet sensitive walls of her tight
young cunt surrendering totally to her brother's lovemaking.
     The memory in full bloom now, Rick jumped out of bed.  He
fully expected to be struck dead by a thunderbolt ... or to have
someone come in and take him away!  What they had done the night
before was something that was considered more than just wrong ...
that much he knew!  He looked in the mirror, sure that some
lasting mark upon his features would proclaim to everyone that he
and his sister were lovers.  But there was no discernible
difference in the way he looked, save for the haunted expression
on his face, and he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth,
wondering if MaryAnn was up yet, and how he could manage to get
through school that day with a night like that behind him.
     He recalled as he reluctantly finished rinsing his sister's
female taste from his mouth that MaryAnn and he had gone directly
to bed after their oral lovemaking out back.  She to her room and
he to his.  They hadn't even paused to kiss each other good night,
so startled were they by their own actions.  Rick had gotten into
bed and fallen asleep instantly, and wondered now if MaryAnn had
done the same.
     In her own room, MaryAnn pulled up the covers over her head.
She had already turned off her alarm, deciding that she couldn't
possibly go to school that day.  Now as she lurked moodily beneath
her sheet, she heard Rick running the water in the bathroom, and
trembled as her hitherto innocent young body, recalled the
delights of the previous night.  She felt just terrible.  Hadn't
it been her fault after all that the whole thing had happened?
She had not only perverted herself but her little brother as well!
It was only a minor relief to realize that they hadn't done
anything more than exactly what they had seen through the lighted
bedroom window, because MaryAnn knew that she had tossed and
turned most of the night, her still stimulated body wanting more,
craving the natural continuation of their actions.  From the
sounds they'd heard below the window, they each knew that their
parents had moved on from the oral phase of their abandoned
pleasure to wilder things.  The real thing!
     She shivered now and curled up in a tight ball, the tiny silk
furrow between her teenaged legs quivering at the thought!  It was
awful to know so much about lovemaking, at least certain phases of
it, and yet to have never done it!  What Rick had done to her ...
putting his mouth on her, had felt so wonderful ... but today she
couldn't reconcile her feeling that they had done something evil,
with her desire to do still more than that!
     A soft knock at the connecting bathroom door startled her.
Almost timidly, she called out, "Come in ..."

                           *    *    *

     Don left the house after having a big breakfast.  Laura
always insisted that she serve him huge cups of steaming coffee,
piping hot rolls or buttered toast, and eggs with bacon or ham any
way he wanted them.  As he jumped into his Chevy, and started off
for his job, he thought that he really couldn't complain about the
way she treated him ... it was a far cry from his bachelor life
... and yet something was wrong and he couldn't quite put his
finger on it as he recalled with a smile of pleasure their
previous night's lovemaking.  What a lovely body Laura had!  He
seemed to still be able to taste her womanly scent upon his lips,
although he had showered twice since then.
     The flat land and track homes whizzed by him as he headed
North on the highway, hundreds of other cars racing along beside
him as he surged through the rush hour traffic.  What was really
bothering him, he realized, as he cut through the winding hilly
slopes of San Francisco, was the kids.  Laura kept telling him
that they'd come around, but so far all efforts on his part to
make friends with them had failed.  And Laura wasn't really much
help in that department.  Several times he'd tried to persuade her
to go on a family outing with them ... but she always protested,
saying how much more she preferred being alone with him!  Even
dinner now at the house usually meant just the two of them, for
the children had taken to eating earlier and going off to their
rooms.  They seemed to feel ill at ease in their own house.
     He had to do something about it.  Even though Laura was a
lovely, charming woman, he had to admit that she did not seem to
be the best mother in the world at the moment.  True the
circumstances were extraordinary ... a woman widowed for such a
long time, was bound to respond with more fervor to a new marriage
than others might.  Yes, he figured, gazing at the Golden Gate
bridge looming in the distance ... it was up to him to make
everything work out.
     He decided to take them out to dinner.  Laura had said
something about the hairdresser's that evening.  She'd recently
gotten in the habit of going to a very chic coiffeur, Mr. Joseph,
and as with most of his customers, she took an appointment
whenever she could get one.  That would be perfect, he thought,
stepping on the gas and passing a dawdling VW ... he'd take them
out somewhere nice, talk to them, get to know them ... make
friends.  This decision had the effect of removing a great weight
from his shoulders, and he began to mentally try out some topics
of conversation that the two teenagers might find interesting.  He
supposed the boy would be interested in sports ... he'd seen some
track trophies in his room ... and the girl, MaryAnn ... what on
earth could he say to her?  He visualized her now, a truly
beautiful little girl, just teetering on the brink of womanhood
... her complexion fair and clear, with long straight light brown
hair, that he knew would get lighter as the summer progressed.  He
wondered if she had any boyfriends ... a girl as bright and pretty
as she ought to have many ... and yet so far as he knew neither
one of them had had any visitors at the house.  Well, he'd just
have to find out all these things tonight.  If he was going to be
a father, he was going to try his best to be a good one anyway!

                           *    *    *

     Rick and MaryAnn took the same bus home from school together.
MaryAnn walked slowly down the block toward their house, keeping
in step with her brother.  She was glad that he had persuaded her
to go to school that morning.  Something about the pure boring
normality of school had made her feel a little better.  Still,
just walking beside Rick was enough to reawaken her dormant,
secret desires.  She turned toward him before they reached the
house.
     "We mustn't ever, ever do anything like that again," she said
with a serious expression in her eyes.
     Rick's eyes blazed into hers.  His cock tingled madly and his
blood was pumping wildly.  "No," he answered, "I suppose not!"
     "Friends?" MaryAnn asked, smiling.
     Rick took her extended hand in his, feeling violent thrills
race through every inch of his body.  "Friends!" he replied
solemnly.
     When they entered the house they found a note from their
mother.

     Gone to town to do some shopping and then to Mr. Joseph.  Don
called and is taking you two out to dinner tonight.  Wear your
good clothes ... MaryAnn, be sure to wear a dress!
                    Love, Mother

     They looked at each other in mutual disgust, and then,
retired to their rooms to rest up for what they knew would be a
trying evening.

                           *    *    *

     Don was wearing his best suit that night, and he'd even had
the car washed on the way home from work.  He was pleased to see
that the kids were looking very spiffy too, having never seen them
wearing much else but dungarees and sweat-shirts.  MaryAnn was
sitting beside him in the car and Rick was in the back seat.
Surprisingly, a familiar scent was wafting toward him from his
teenaged charge.
     "What's that you're wearing, MaryAnn?" he asked, trying his
best to sound genial and fatherly.
     "Mom's Ma Griffe," she replied without hesitation.
     "Oh ..." he fell silent.  "Does your mother know you use it?"
     "No ... she'd probably have kittens!" Rick piped up from the
back.
     Don thought it best to change the subject ... but it was a
little disturbing to him nonetheless to continue to sniff the
perfume he had come to associate so closely with his wife,
emanating so sexily from the presence of his fourteen-year-old
stepdaughter!
     "You both look awfully nice tonight ..." he tried.
     "This is Mom's dress too." MaryAnn offered, interrupting.
     Don took his eyes away from the wheel a second, rapidly
taking in MaryAnn's composed form beside him.  She was wearing
Laura's dress!  One of Laura's tiniest mini-dresses fit MaryAnn
like a normally hemmed dress, falling nevertheless way above her
knees, although not up to her thighs the way it fit her mother.
What Don couldn't believe (and he was noticing it now for the
first time) was that MaryAnn was filling out the top of the low-
cut crocheted dress almost as amply as her mother!
     He gulped and returned his eyes to the wheel when he saw that
MaryAnn was following his gaze down the cleavage of her bosom, and
he sensed Rick observing from the back seat.  Suddenly he knew
that the evening was not going to be the simple, easy dinner he
had planned, and that he might as well prepare himself for it now.
     "Mom would have a baby, if she knew!" Rick volunteered.
     Somehow Rick's reference to Laura having kittens, and then to
her having a baby, had an unsettling effect on Don, and he started
to wondering just how much the kids actually knew about life.  He
and Laura had never discussed it ... but somehow he was sure that
Laura was not the type to sit down and have a long talk with her
children about sex.
     He pulled into the gravel of Faro's parking lot and came to a
stop.  Silently, the trio walked into the restaurant, MaryAnn
teetering on chunky heels that nonetheless gave her young slender
legs a very womanly look.  Her mother had insisted she wear a
dress out to this dumb dinner, she thought, instead of her
favorite outfit, pants and sneakers ... so it served her right
that she was wearing one of hers!
     They settled into a booth, and Don blushed to see that his
wife's dress dipped far lower than he'd thought.  Why he could
almost see MaryAnn's nipples!  He ordered a martini for himself
immediately, and was glad when MaryAnn held the menu up in front
of her to examine it.  When the waiter came to get their order, he
found himself becoming furious and embarrassed at the same time