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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and
non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 25
Justine's Spaghetti Dinner
Maryann and Junior stood were chasing each other around the pool when
their Mom called out the kitchen window: "Kids! Your Dad and Billy
Joe are here!"
Maryann squealed and dove to the shallow end. She stepped up and out
of the pool and ran to greet them. Billy Joe stepped out of the house
and was surprised by a wet Maryann leaping into his arms. She kissed
on him hotly, squirming in his hands as they squeezed her ass, pulling
her crotch onto his.
She pulled off of him and led him to the pool by the hand. "Billy
Joe, I want you to meet Junior, my wonderful Brother."
Junior, propelled himself out of the pool with his arms alone and
stood nude to greet Billy Joe with an outstretched hand. They shook
hands and Billy Joe traded a very firm hand clasp with Junior. They
took measure of each other and Junior broke the competitive ice by
saying: "It's really good to meet you Billy Joe. My Mom and Sister
say really good things about you. I hear that you do a mean
striptease and are an accomplished cocksman!"
Billy Joe frowned, not knowing how to take Junior's comments. He
didn't have any time to respond, as Maryann left and ran across the
patio toward the house as their Dad walked out to the pool,
"Hi Daddy," Maryann yelled as she ran to him and leaped into his arms.
He kissed her passionately, holding her off the ground and spinning
her around in his strong embrace. The kiss lasted long enough for
Billy Joe to look away, afraid he was staring.
Junior said quietly to him: "I thinks she likes him!"
They smiled to each other, knowing exactly what Junior meant.
James extracted himself from her arms and sent Maryann into the house
to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner with a light slap on her ass.
He came over to the pool and hugged his son. They kissed easily and
James held his hands as he moved back to appraise his first born.
"You look good son. I'm glad to have you back. We missed you at the
IPO party." He elbowed Billy Joe, "Didn't we buddy?"
"Yeah," Billy Joe smiled, "So many women, so little time!"
They all laughed and James suggested a swim, as he loosened his tie
and shirt. Billy Joe protested that he didn't bring a swim suit and
got teased for his shyness.
"Junior," his Father explained as he took off his shoes and socks,
"Billy Joe is not bisexual so don't go grabbing his dick without his
permission. So you can only grab mine, but I'm sure Billy Joe would
rather not witness that symbol of warm affection between Father and
Son."
The all laughed and Junior told Billy Joe that his mono-sexuality
didn't bother him and to please let him know if there was any activity
that embarrassed him. James was nude first and he dove into the pool
with a satisfied sigh. Junior jumped in too, with Billy Joe following
shortly.
They swam around some and then moved to the side, chatting, naturally,
about women. James teased Billy Joe about fucking his wife's ass so
that she couldn't walk for an hour. Billy Joe laughed back and spoke
about Maryann's triple-fuck and her inability to carry on.
James yelled to the house: "Justine. Would you bring us three
scotches, please."
"Of course darling. I'll be right there," she replied thru the
screened kitchen window.
She came out in only a few moments, carrying a tray with the requested
drinks. She had on a short black pleated skirt and a loose white
spaghetti-strap cotton top that showed her flat belly and her
protruding nipples. She squatted, spreading her knees, showing the
three men her naked pussy, and reached out with the tray of drinks.
Each guy took a glass and thanked her politely. Justine held the tray
aside and, spreading her legs apart as wide as she could, asked with a
grin: "Is there anything else I can do for you boys?"
The men stammered "No thanks," and she smiled and stood, still giving
a nice show up her skimpy skirt. "Well you guys just give a yell if
you need anything. Dinner will be in a half and hour. Ok?"
"Thanks dear," James replied. "We'll be ready!"
Justine moved into the house and the guys all breathed easier. They
all fumbled with their own thoughts. Billy Joe offered a toast: "So
many woman. . . . "
Junior interrupted him: "No, let me: Here's to my Mom, the hottest
pussy around!"
"Yeah, that's good," Billy Joe agreed. James nodded his agreement.
They all clinked and sipped their scotch.
"Dad, what in the hell have you guys been doing? Mom's acting like
she hasn't been fucked in a week! Was she lying when she told me you
two fucked her so many times last night that she lost count? I just
fucked her into the ozone a couple of hours ago and I ate her out
until she passed out right over there on the pool steps not more than
an hour ago. Now she's looking like she wants to take us all on at
once!"
James cleared his throat and answered. "You're right. That's exactly
what she wants. She wants us. Either one at a time or all at once.
After all the sexuality yesterday, and into this early morning, her
libido still hasn't slowed down. Instead of a couple of days to cool
off, she's presented with three of her lovers, nude in a pool, about
to spoon up her very best homemade dinner dish, that she really slaved
over all day. This is a good lesson for you two; and I bet Maryann
will behave the same way. Sex is a wonderful thing, but some women
can't, or don't know how, to wind down from the lust they feel. If
you want to play around, then you're welcome to what she'll, or
they'll, permit. Just realize that it's a spontaneous thing.
Tomorrow or the day after, we'll not get this type of exhibition. Try
to understand the woman behind the lewd display. You'll do right by
yourself and to the woman who is on the make. 48 hours later, they
won't be the same. This is a good example of something that's almost
impossible to explain. Now let's drink up and go eat!"
Junior drank and propelled himself out of the pool and stood on the
patio. "I got to go clean up. I'll see you guys at dinner!" He
downed his drink and took the glass inside. He went to his Mom,
working at the kitchen counter, and embraced her, cupping her bra-less
tits. She moaned as she leaned back against him, savoring his soft
kisses on her neck. She reached back, lifted up her tiny skirt with
one hand, grabbed his cock with other hand, and rubbed his cock head
up and down her ass crack.
Junior knew his Mother well and whispered in her ear. "I love you
Mom. I love your fat tits, your hot pussy, and sexy ass. Can I fuck
your butt after dinner? Please? I'll be really good. Just like you
want it! Huh, will you let me? I really missed you this morning.
I've been thinking all day about it!" Junior's cock was rock hard now.
"Oh my sweet boy, of coarse I will! I missed you too!"
"Thanks Mom! Remember, I get first dibs!" Junior backed off of her,
bent and kissed her ass, then dashed out of the kitchen to his room
next to Maryann's on the second floor get ready for dinner.
Junior showered, dried off, brushed down his hair, and thought about
what to wear to dinner. Judging by his Mom's outfit, and figuring
that Maryann would also dress sexy, he decided to try and look hot
too. He choose a pair of too small, stretchy blue satin-like running
shorts that fit up his ass crack tightly and displayed his cock
nicely. Naturally they weren't lined and he didn't need a jock. On
top he wore a black cutoff T-shirt, re-hemmed, with the sleeves
removed and re-sewn. It was tight across his chest muscles, showing
his erect nipples, with a famous gym name emblazoned on the front. He
applied some cocoa-butter to his face and exposed chest and rubbed it
in as it melted with his body heat, giving him a nice sexy glistening
tan look.
Junior left his room barefoot and checked in on Maryann. Her bedroom
door was open and he saw her tying her hair with a bright red ribbon
into a cute pony tail. She'd put on a pair of gray cotton gym shorts,
several sizes too small. The thin high cut garment molded her ass
cheeks delightfully and her bald pussy lips were clearly shown. Her
top was of the same material, also too small, It's thin shoulder
straps let the crop top drop only to the bottom of her breasts,
hanging open to give anyone looking up at her a nice view. The word
*HOT* was embossed in bright red script across the straining material
between the two points of her nipples poking thru the thin material.
"Hey," Junior called as he stepped over to her, "you look really hot!"
Maryann turned, smiled brightly, and stuck out her chest. "See? I
knew you could read!" she giggled.
Junior moved close and stroked the slit between her protruding pussy
lips as he told her: "Your sexy ass, your pouty pussy lips," he gently
pushed the material into her girl groove, "And perky nipples," he used
both hands to pinch and twirl the erect nubs, "give it all away. I'm
so dizzy with lust that I can't see straight enough to read!"
Maryann laughed and pumped his erection thru his equally sexy shorts
as she replied, "Brother of mine. You'd better let go of my boobs or
I'm going to fuck you right here and we'll never get to show off our
outfits!"
They laughed together and they hugged. "No kissing," Maryann
insisted. "I just put fresh lip gloss on."
Together hand in hand, they left their lair and descended the stars to
join the dinner party.
Meanwhile, James and Billy Joe had left the pool, taking their clothes
and empty glasses with them, and, after dropping the glasses in the
kitchen, went to clean up in the master bath.
"You shower first, I'll get something for us to wear. Oh, there's
shampoo there on the shelf. Help yourself." James directed.
When Billy Joe was drying off, James entered and handed him a hip
length silk robe. "This will be a lot better than our work clothes.
If you want to shave, use my gear by the left sink. I'll be right
with you." He hopped in the shower as Billy Joe lathered up to shave
off the day's beard.
In only a few minutes James was out and dried off. He quickly shaved
as he told Billy Joe: "I never bothered with this before, but the
first time I saw the whisker burn on the inside of Maryann's thighs, I
realized that I owed her this much."
Billy Joe splashed himself with after-shave lotion and handed the
bottle to James.
"Billy Joe?" James said as he dabbed the lotion on his cheeks and
neck, "I just want to let you know that I haven't eaten my daughter's
pussy in two days. I want first dibs on her hot twat, right after
dinner. Ok? I don't want to get pissy, but if I have to, I'll invoke
my paternal rights!"
"Sure James, no problem!" Billy Joe responded as he combed his hair.
"I'm going to eat that cum slut girl of mine until she screams and
passes out!"
Ready to go, James put on his short silk robe, similar to Billy Joe's
but a different color. They left and went to join the dinner party.
The kids weren't down and James asked what he could to do to help.
Justine had him finish setting the table.
Billy Joe lurked in the kitchen watching Justine's ass and tits as she
bent over to check the warming bread in the over. She decided to
leave the garlic buttered loaf of Italian bread warm some more.
Seeing Billy Joe leering at her, she pretended to need a towel from a
drawer where he was leaning and sashayed over to him.
"So, big guy," she teased as she pulled the towel out, "See anything
you'd like to eat?"
"Show me your hot pussy again and I'll let you ride my tongue!" he
replied as he stuck out his tongue, wiggling it obscenely.
Justine grinned and grabbed his dick sticking out from under his short
robe. "Why don't you use your fuck stick here to stir it around
first!" She jerked his cock to a firm hardness. She lifted the front
of her tiny skirt to show him where she wanted it.
James entered then and asked: "Billy Joe. Will you have some wine
with us?"
"Ah, sure. That sounds good," he replied as Justine kept pumping his
cock.
Maryann and Junior came in and all eyes turned to the sexy couple.
Billy Joe could only stare at her voluptuousness. James wolf-whistled
at his daughter and pulled her into his arms.
Maryann saw what her Mother was doing with Billy Joe and cried: "Stop
it Mom! Leave him alone!" and she stomped her foot for emphasis.
"Kitten?" James admonished his daughter. "If your Mother can't play
with him, then we can't play either!"
Maryann turned and lay her head on her Dad's shoulder, "Yes Daddy.
You're right!" She turned to her Mom, "Sorry Mom, I didn't think.
Excuse me please."
Justine didn't answer. She had seen her son and had all ready moved
to his embrace. She kissed him hotly as she jacked his cock in his
tight blue silk shorts.
"My, my. My little boy sure has grown up!" she whispered as she
kissed him hotly.
"Junior!" James spoke to his son. "Take Billy Joe down to our wine
cellar and get two bottles of Chianti before your Mom burns dinner."
Junior extracted himself from his Mom's embrace and replied: "Yes Dad.
Do you want the good stuff?"
"Yes, Junior. In honor of Billy Joe." James directed as he pulled
Maryann's arms from around him. "And you, dutiful daughter, go light
the candles and fill the water glasses. Don't forget to have a full
pitcher of ice water on the table for refills." He slapped her butt
gently and told her: "Nice ass!" as she giggled to go tend to her
chores.
Billy Joe followed Junior down the stairway into the full house
finished basement. Junior showed him the `playroom' where the family
had many a fuck-fest. Billy Joe eyed a couple of chains and some
handcuffs hanging on the wall. Junior explained how his Mom and
Sylvia had gotten into a bondage phase, but had grown out of it. The
room had gymnastic mats on the floor and several king sized mattresses
covered with satin sheets. Against one wall was a huge entertainment
center with full surround stereo, tape player, CD player, AM/FM
radios, several VCRs, and two giant wide screen TV's.
"Wow, you guys use all this stuff?" Billy Joe asked.
"Not recently. Dad's been so busy lately that we haven't had a party
since New Year's. And Sylvia has built her own pleasure palace. If
you think we've got a lot of stuff, you should see hers. She's even
got stage lighting and 5 cameras to record all the action. She made a
tape of her and Maryann that is. . . . .well, it's fantastic. You
should ask her to let you see it. Maryann goes fucking nuts whenever
she sees it. It's a real turn on. The last time I saw it, with
Maryann, Sylvia, and Steve, we fucked all night. In every possible
way two men and two women could possibly do it! I must admit that I
got over-sexed first, after Maryann sucked me while I ate Sylvia and
Steve fucked my ass! God, now that was a fuck I'll always remember!"
Junior opened a heavy door into the wine cellar, turned on the lights,
and closed the door behind them. He explained it had it's own
temperature and humidity environment, separate from the house. Junior
checked the log and determined that the bottles they sought were on
rack seven, third shelf, numbers 820131 thru 820149. Junior led Billy
Joe over to the proper rack and bent over to extract the two bottles
they needed. They returned to the log book and noted the numbers of
the two bottles they'd removed in the book, marking them off with the
date.
"What's all the fuss with the numbers?" Billy Joe asked.
"Insurance. And prudent record keeping. The wine log is a simple
mirror of the real record in our computer upstairs, with back-ups
stored off site. I put these label maker numbers on each bottle when
we get them and record all the information in a computer data base.
"Couldn't you just record the name of the wine and the year?"
"No, that won't do for insurance purposes anymore. There was a recent
case where a very wealthy family had a wine cellar worth several
million dollars. There was a real strong security system, excellent
records of the year and name of each bottle, and a very large
insurance policy. Unfortunately his wine cellar flooded. All the
labels came off the bottles. The insurance firm argued that he didn't
have a loss; he still had all his wine. The policy holder demanded
the full value of his insurance because the contents of his wine
cellar were now worthless. He couldn't prove which were old classics
and which were modern wines. There was a major court battle. The
judge, himself the owner of a large number of rare wines, let the case
proceed on the grounds that the policy holder had suffered an insured
loss. The insurance firm settled out of court instead of going thru
extended litigation that had no foreseeable, predictable resolution.
The actual payment on the claim was never revealed, but the insurance
company ended up with an expensive collection of unopened wine bottles
that they have no idea of what's in them. The last I heard, they'd
hired a highly respected chemist who claimed he could tell them apart
with a laser spectral analysis of each bottle. I haven't heard if
he's succeeded. If it works, there'll be quite a few fine, rare wines
on the market. They'll probably auction them off if they get them
sorted out. It's quite a mess."
As they went up the basement stairs, Junior commented: "These
Chianti's are now worth ten times what Dad paid for them when he
bought them in 1982. We still have quite a few left. Perhaps one day
I'll be given a few or maybe inherit a couple in 40 years. Who knows?
That's why we keep good records! It's not only for the insurance."
They entered the kitchen and wiped down the bottles before they opened
them to let them breathe. Dinner was almost ready; James carried the
pasta to the table and Maryann was setting out the salads. Justine
poured her special sauce into a covered serving dish and asked Billy
Joe to carry it to the table. He used hot pads to carefully carry the
important dish to the table. Junior untied his Mother's apron that
she wore while cooking her sauce and hugged her.
"Thanks for making my favorite dinner," Junior whispered to her. "Did
you include Grandma's special spice?"
"Yes I did darling, just how you like it."
"Does Dad know?"
"We didn't talk about it, but he probably assumes that it's in there.
That's why we call it your special dinner. My asshole is just
quivering to feel your hard cock."
"Ok Mom, let's get on with my special dinner.' He kissed her and felt
her ass thru her thin skirt. She chuckled, said something like, "eat
a lot honey," and Junior carried the wine in as they joined the others
waiting for them by the table.
Justine, horny as hell, had a lot of trouble earlier deciding who
would sit where. She'd been thinking about it all day. She wanted to
sit between her son and Billy Joe so she could play with them, meaning
their cocks, but that would leave an awkward situation with her
husband and Maryann. On the other hand, it would look stupid with her
at the head of the table, supplanting her husband as head of the
family. Perhaps they could put Billy Joe, the guest, at the head of
the table? No, that wouldn't work. The only sensible arrangement was
to sit James at the head of the table, Maryann on one side with Billy
Joe, and she'd sit across from her daughter with her son at her side.
She didn't like it, didn't like not being able to feel her lover's
hard cocks while they ate her `special' meal, but she'd have to wait
for later to begin to fulfill one of her latest fantasies.
Junior held his Mom's chair for her and Billy Joe got to Maryann's
chair before her Father did and held it out to help her get seated.
The men sat and they all took their napkins from their plates.
"Billy Joe," James asked, "We thank God before we eat. Do you have a
problem with that?"
"Ah, no! That's fine with me!"
"Ok, then please bow your heads." James said a brief thanks to God
for the good food, their good fortune with the IPO, and their
continued good health. `Amens' went around the table and they began
with their salads. Justine realized she'd forgotten the bread and
Junior hopped up to get it. James poured the wine and led a toast:
`Salude, Dinero, e Amore!"
"What's that mean, Daddy?" Maryann asked.
"Health, Wealth, and Love!" he told her.
They raised their glasses and drank.
"Oh, that's nice!" Maryann gushed. "What's it called?"
"It's called Chianti, a red Italian table wine. It goes well with
Italian meals. It's always served room temperature. This is a lot
better than you can buy around here. I bought two cases when I was in
Italy in '82 and had them shipped to me thru an importer in New York.
He bought a thousand cases and is still living off his profits. That
was a good deal for me and I set him up to get the rest of the year's
production. He helped me, I could have never carried them into the
country myself, and I help him make a bundle. That's something to
remember when you're `using' someone to help you. Always try to help
your friend to get a good deal too. He's never forgotten it and calls
me from time to time with really good deals on really good wine from
around the world. It's with his help that we have that wine cellar."
Junior held the bread basket for his Mother and she broke the first
piece of bread. Then he took a piece and they passed it around the
table. They finished the salads and Maryann cleared the dishes,
making sure to rub her tits and ass on everyone present. James had
Junior serve the pasta and James ladled the special sauce out to the
women first, then the men as they passed their plates to the head of
the table. James had Billy Joe pass the fresh grated parmesan cheese
and the imported pepperoncici.
Billy Joe was skeptical but Maryann teased him: "Pepperoncici are
really great! Take one and set it on your plate. Eat some spaghetti,
a little garlic bread, suck a pepperoncici, and sip a little wine.
Try it, you'll like it!"
Billy Joe took one and eyed it suspiciously as he dug into his
spaghetti. He knew how to eat pasta. He used his big spoon and
twirled it with his fork, and ate it with gusto. Maryann winked at
her Mom and stroked Billy Joe's naked thigh up under his short robe;
up to, but not touching, his cock.
"Wow Justine, this is really excellent sauce. So tasty, so delicious.
The spices are really savory, really mysteriously wild. What's in it?"
Billy Joe asked as he forked another spoonful into his mouth, almost
finishing his plate.
Justine struggled to respond as Junior finger fucked her and she
rubbed his cock. Junior pulled out his finger, picked up his bread to
help fork up some spaghetti, and licked his finger clean as if he'd
gotten some sauce on it. James saw his chance and pushed his hand
under Justine's skirt and replaced Junior's finger in her twat with
one of his own.
Justine caught a break between fingers and said: "It's an old family
recipe!"
Junior handed Billy Joe the pasta bowl and let him spoon out what he
wanted. He didn't take too much; he wanted to have more of the sauce!
He passed his plate to James and Maryann giggled as her Dad piled on
the special sauce.
"Hey, leave some for everyone else!" Billy Joe laughed
"No, Justine always makes enough for many helpings and for leftovers
the next day." James told him. "So don't hold back. Dig in!" James
pulled his finger from Justine's pussy, ate a forkful of pasta, and
licked his finger as he winked at his wife. James switched his fork
to his other hand and slid his free hand up his daughter's thigh and
felt her pussy thru her short pants
Maryann was getting really hot now; the special sauce always hit her
quickly. Now with her Dad's finger teasing her pussy lips, she felt
herself starting to cream her shorts! She realized she didn't care.
Hopefully, soon, she'd be out of them with her heels in the air!
Maryann got her lewd grin, something her Mom, Dad, and Brother had
seen many times, and quit teasing Billy Joe. She grabbed his cock and
began to run her fingers up and down it's wonderful length.
Junior helped himself to some more pasta and gave his Mother a little.
She was unable to help herself now, lost in a sexual haze. He stood
and took it to his Dad and let him help himself. James ladled a good
helping of the sauce onto his plate and then ladled a generous portion
for his wife. Junior carried the sauce back to his plate and ladled
some out for himself. He broke some more bread and passed it around
again. He saw Billy Joe swallow hard and Maryann's wicked grin. He
realized it was time to start a conversation.
"Hey, Dad. Doctor Wentworth, my advisor, he and his wife think he's a
long lost cousin of yours. It's something like: his Dad was the
youngest and only boy in the family. He ran off, joined the Army, and
left two sisters behind with his Mother; his Dad having been killed
while on duty in the Army. Apparently they lived with their Dad's
parents. Doctor Wentworth. He was a physician and his wife was a
herbal healer. They figure that one of his Father's Sister's got
married to a Preston and they reared you. What do you think? Do you
remember any of it?"
"Yes I do!" his Dad replied. "I remember Grandma Preston, saying
something about a long lost Brother. Justine, do you remember
anything Grandma said about her Brother? Justine?"
"Oh dear," Justine stammered, still lost in her sex world. "I think I
remember something. Something about her Mom and living with her
Father's parents while he was overseas in the war."
"What about a Brother?" James insisted, enjoying trying to make his
wife think about something other than sex. He knew she was feeling
the effects of the `special sauce' and it was really cranking up her
libido.
"Yes, she showed me a photograph of a guy in uniform. We'll have to
look in the box in the storeroom. Yes, that's it! The storeroom!"
James and Junior smiled at each other and decided that Justine was too
far gone for more conversation. Across the table, Maryann was all
over Billy Joe; practically in his lap. It was time to move the party
elsewhere.
End Chapter 25
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***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
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(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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