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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Stumped
Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 04:10:04 -0400
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                       Stumped
                   By: Phil Phantom
          HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Donna found herself back on a Greyhound bus with eleven-year-old
Genelle for yet another trip home to Mom, but swore this would be
the last fifteen-hour bus ride they'd take to escape a man she
never should have married in the first place. This made number
three Mom was right about. Donna resolved to let her mom pick the
next and marry whatever she picked, no questions asked. Her
mother could not do worse than three child molesters in a row.
Either Donna had a knack for picking them, or Genelle had a way
of bringing out the worst in men, but Grandma was sure to pick a
good and decent man that was immune to a young girl's charms. He
might be a preacher, but Donna was ready to try one after Bucky
the redneck bondage freak geek.

As usual, Genelle went straight to the back to get the
three-seater next to the bathroom, but Donna could see that the
seat had a man in it, and he had the window seat. That didn't
bother Genelle, but Donna made her way back while looking for a
suitable alternative. When she arrived, Genelle was already in
the center seat introducing herself and asking him what happened
to his arm.

This wasn't just a man, that was an older disabled man. He looked
fiftyish and was missing the right hand just up from the wrist.
Genelle was shaking that stump. Donna wanted to die as she made
profuse apologies to a smiling man who had never met a girl like
Genelle before. He ignored the apologies and explained the Viet
Cong grenade tossing contest that he actually won by surviving.
He said, "You should have seen the other guy. He didn't catch my
grenade and try to throw it back. He was a butter fingers. He
dropped mine in his fox hole."

Donna, beet red because Genelle still held his cock-like stump,
now with both hands, fascinated by it as though there were balls
hanging off the elbow, said while trying to get her out of the
seat, "Please accept my apologies....Genelle, STOP that!"

"Mom, it's neat! Doesn't it remind you of Bucky's cock?"

"GENELLE! Leave him alone - NOW! [looking to the amused man] I am
so...so...very sorry."

The man said, "Your daughter is not bothering me. I find this
very refreshing. What bothers me are people who think I should be
left alone just because I'm a bit slow on the re-throw. Your
daughter just sees a friendly man who likes company. If she
thinks my stump makes me special, I think your daughter is very
special. Please, won't you join us?"

"Mom, sit down and say hi to Satch. [looking to the otherwise
pleasant looking man] Her name is Donna, and she is a lousy judge
of men, but I'm not. Make her sit down, and offer her your stump
to shake."

"Genelle, honestly!"

Satch offered Donna the stump, smiling like a dare. Donna stared,
then took the stump in her hand and gently made a shaking motion
while saying, "How do you do, Satch. I'm sorry for...for, for not
being like Genelle, but I am pleased to meet you, and I am
greatful for what you have done for our country. Fact is, my
Daddy died in Vietnam. I am very grateful, and it would be an
honor to share this journey with you. By the way, I think you
have a lovely stump, and this is a great way to put people like
me at ease. Thank you. I needed this."

She sure looked like she needed it. She now held the stump like a
cock with both hands. Genelle being Genelle couldn't just let
that statement go. Without batting a cute lash, Genelle said,
"She needs that stump or a cock just like it."

Donna went bright red, dropped the cock like a hot stump, and
plopped into the aisle seat and sat looking straight down the
aisle as Satch laughed, peered around Genelle, and placed his
stump on Donna's left leg as someone with a hand might in
offering a reassuring rubbing pat while saying, "Donna, you
aren't the first woman to see it that way. Relax, or I'll put my
hook on and pat your leg."

Genelle sprang to her knees and excitedly said, "YOU HAVE A
HOOK!"

"Sure do. In the overhead. Wanna see it?"

"Yeah!"

"Hand it to me. You can't miss it, but it's in the back."

Genelle stood on the seat and reached, which put pussy in Satch's
face. She had panties on, but pussy inside panties was in his
face. Satch learned forward to correct that situation, looked to
Donna, smiled, and said, "She smells just like a girl."

Donna quietly said while leaning in to avoid being overheard by
the rumaging daughter, "Most of the men she encounters love that
little girl smell. I think you just failed the test. You failed
hers, but you passed mine with flying colors. Thank you. I was
beginning to wonder if there were any gentlemen left."

"Don't give me that test or you may want to find another seat."

Donna smiled, looked to his stump, which was still rubbing her
leg only higher up and getting under the hem. She looked to him,
and said, "You know, if there were a hand on the end of that
forearm, this would look like we were very intimate, like
intimate to the wrist."

"I hate to break this to you, but my hand is still there. It's
called phantom limb. I still feel my hand. I can still make a
fist and move my fingers. Guess what I'm tickeling right now?"

"I don't have to. I feel what you are tickling. You are certainly
no gentleman, Satch."

He laughed and drew his stump back as Genelle handed him the
fiberglass arm prosthesis with hook terminal device, a
contraption of cables, and straps that gave her so much trouble
freeing from carry-on baggage. She then stood between her
mother's knees to give him room to put it on. He made it look
easy, slipping the contraption on over his T-shirt, putting the
stump in a shoe-like socket as he put his good arm through a
harness of straps. With that done, he reached out with the hook
and caught Genelle's left wrist with a hook that split apart to
make two hooks that could squeeze and hold - instant bondage.
Instant bondage impressed hell out of that little girl.

"WOW!"

Donna thought wow, too, but said, "She's into bondage. She just
fell in love."

"Mom, if he asks you to marry him and you don't say yes, I'll say
yes for you and drag you to the altar. Ask her, Satch. She's a
great lay, and she's free, single, and super horny right now.
You're not married, are you? I don't see a wedding ring."

Donna said to Satch, "I am through apologizing. You wanted her;
you got her. I'm serious. She's your problem, and this is one bus
ride I intend to just kick back and enjoy. She's your child, and
I don't know you two or care what you two do. If you think I'm
kidding, test me. There isn't a damn thing you can do to that
girl and be the first to do it."

Satch unclamped, stood, removed the hook, and stowed it. He then
sat and drew Genelle onto his lap with her parted legs aimed at
her mother. Satch used his stump to stroke Genelle's right leg,
saying, "I was trying to think of something, but frankly, I'm
stumped."

The end of that wicked looking stump was now right up against the
crotch of Genelle's panties, using two blunt bones covered with a
flap of skin to make her smile. Donna stared and wondered how
that felt when she had come awfully close to finding out herself,
about an inch close.

Donna said, "She's never been stumped. If you want to give her a
unique thrill, I'll sit lookout. I'm serious. That's your child,
and I don't care what you do with your child. No matter what you
do, you can't get her pregnant, so knock yourself out all the way
to Denver if you go that far."

Satch took her at her word, drew the panties aside, and worked
half of his ten-inch stump inside the wriggling, fascinated girl
who fell back in a slump and hit her head on the window. She had
her right heel intentionally digging in between her mom's legs
with the other leg hanging off and the foot dangling over the
floor. Donna's only response to that indignity was to remove her
shoe and sock and hide the bare foot under her skirt. She then
smiled to Satch after giving him a peek at a shaved pussy with no
panties on, and said, "Your little girl has lovely feet."

"I'm glad you like them."

"She is very cute. What's her name?"

"Genelle."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. How far are you going?"

"All the way."

Donna never thought she could smile at a man who said that, but
she smiled warmly at Satch, and said, "Should be an interesting
trip."

"I think any trip with you would be an interesting trip. I see
you recently wore a wedding ring. If I'm not getting too
personal, what's the story?"

"You can't get much more personal, so I'll tell you. I just ran
out on my third marriage in five years. I took the ring off and
threw it at the bastard, released my naked child from extreme
bondage, wiped her crotch, and got on a bus to return to Mom and
try again. I'm free, single, over twenty-one but not over thirty.
I prefer older men and have a weakness and a fondness for Vietnam
Veterans who remind me of my dear father who I don't remember all
that well, but I do remember how much I adored him and how his
death crushed me. I was four when the news came."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm over it, but I wish I had gotten to know him. I wish my
daughter had a daddy she could get to know and admire."

"Where is your daughter?"

"What...Oh...In the luggage compartment underneath the bus. She's
a bitch to travel with."

"I hear you, but my Genelle is a joy."

"She certainly is. I love her right foot - a perfect fit."

"It's always best to get off on the right foot when you meet
someone new."

Donna laughed as she appeared to be doing just that. She then
looked to Satch as though seeing him for the first time and
realizing how pathetic and desparate she was to land a good man.
She thought, then said, "I must look pretty pathetic to you,
don't I?"

"Yes, but Genelle has that affect on the ladies I meet. She just
speaks her mind. Whatever she thinks comes flying out. She senses
your loneliness and sexual frustration."

"No offense, but she's hardly psychic. I am fucking myself with
her foot. Pretty pathetic, huh?"

"I don't see that as being pathetic, but I did get a glimpse at
something very pretty."

"She is very perceptive, and you are very sweet. Why are you
being so sweet to me when you have her to be as sweet as you want
to be with?"

"I am being as sweet as I want to be with her."

"I thought you were going all the way. Something change your
mind?"

"I am going all the way...all the way to Denver. I am, now."

"Oh...I assumed..."

"I know what you assumed."

"I feel dirty."

"Her feet are clean. [she chuckled] You look lovely. Relax,
Donna. We are off on the right foot."

"Are you sure? I'm not normally like this...I mean, I not a...I
haven't...okay, a few times, but I don't make it a habit. Are you
sure this doesn't bother you?"

"I'm positive. Does it bother you if I stump fuck yourdaughter?"

"No, but you are doing her a favor, and I am using her to do
myself a favor. Big difference."

"We both go to the same Hell."

"Fuck it, then...Satch, I need to cum really bad. That's going to
look really bad. Could you just look out the window for say, two
or three minutes?"

"Is there something more interesting going on out there?"

"Just a pack of wolves fucking a flock of crippled ducks."

Looking, "Where! Where! Is that them way over there? My eyes
aren't that good. Are those ducks? Wait a minute. I don't think
those are ducks. I think those are nuns. Yes, a platoon of nuns
are surrounded by horny wolves."

Genelle getting her foot fucked strained to see, saying, "I don't
see any nuns. I don't see any wolves, either. Where are they,
Satch? I wanna see that if you won't go all the way."

Donna was going all the way and enjoying a great orgasm with
Genelle's foot in to the heel as Satch said, "Don't you see all
those wolves screwing those nuns way over by that barn?"

"Those are a bunch of pigs just being a bunch of pigs. They're
not even fucking. Your eyes are bad."

Looking to her mom who now leaned with her back to the bathroom
wall to get her cunt out of the aisle, now lazily fucking herself
with the foot by cupping the heel in a beaver spread she didn't
give a fuck about making, saying, "Mom, your eyes are even worse
if you saw wolves fucking ducks. I think you both see what you
wanna see. I think you want Satch to see your horny pussy. I
think you want to prove you can take his stump all the way.
That's what I think," she said while yanking her foot out.

Satch drew the stump out of Genelle and put it inside Donna. She
cupped his elbow and took him all the way in and then did what
she had been dying to do, which was fuck herself shamelessly with
two people staring at her. This was much better than wolves
fucking ducks or nuns. Donna went bonkers over stump. She didn't
embarrass herself; she embarrassed all of woman kind, but the two
elderly ladies in the seat right in front of them were just
terribly amused. After she climaxed and went rag doll, Genelle
said, "Told you she was horny."

Donna laid in a rag doll sprawl enjoying the most pleasant
post-fuck stroking with a twisting stump. She opened dreamy eyes
a bit wider, smiled to Satch, and to the smiling ladies peering
over the seat, and said to Satch, "You do have a very perceptive
child, and you do have a sexy fucking stump, mister. Has anyone
ever told you that?"

"Only after I stump fuck 'em."

The smiling ladies settled back into their seats. They'd be no
trouble. In fact, they served as a good buffer zone between
back-seat decadence and the rest of the bus. They also alerted
preoccupied perverts to approaching danger and did that by
dropping tissues over the back of their seat. Sure enough, each
time a tissue dropped, there was someone headed their way. They
weren't just a buffer, they were a first line of defense. They
had been seated across the aisle with a partial view, and gave
that seat up in favor of one with better eaves-dropping features,
but when they heard Donna taking the stump, they had to see, had
to stare, didn't care, then took their seats having been
thoroughly entertained, eager to overhear more.

By this time, they were not at all unwelcome. No one in the back
seat felt the slightest bit inhibited with "the ladies" standing
watch. Donna smiled as Genelle pulled on the stump and cried,
"Stump-fuck me like that!"

Satch stump-fucked the child while the mother looked on with a
great view of stump fucking, awed that she could watch this and
feel nothing but her child's joy. The ladies took occasional
looks, and took their looks in turns. The only time they grew
careless and left no one on watch was the two or three minutes
they both had to watch Donna get stump fucked. Other than that
one slip, they were responsible and conscientious in their duty.

Donna never saw Genelle climax so well or so hard, and she had
seen her child climax quite a few times, and not just with
husbands. There were some outrageous acts Donna didn't stop if
Genelle was about to cum. Donna held her for some and caused
some. She never saw the kid cum this good, and the kid was a
great cummer who had to be stifled to keep from screaming. Donna
warned Satch. The left hand did the job nicely, making a mercy
stump-fucking look like the stump rape of a dying child -
interesting.

As the miles passed under them, Donna became quite friendly with
the ladies and got to know them while standing, hanging over the
seat between them, telling molesting Genelle stories while
getting dick-fucked, stump-fucked, arm-fucked by Genelle, or
sucked by Genelle. The ladies, Catherine and Josephine, widows in
their mid-sixties, also enjoyed kissing with Donna during her
orgasms. Each lady took a turn hanging over the seat to
experience stump fucking while getting a clit sucked by a child.
To say they hit it off is a major understatement. They were only
going two-hundred miles. But ended up going all the way after
getting the stump. When nightfall came, the bus filled to max
capacity. Their presence was never more appreciated. Thank God
they were going all the way.

Satch amazed Donna to put it mildly. She never met anyone like
him. Genelle absolutely adored him. That was her daddy. Donna did
not look forward to Denver and trying to pry Genelle from her
daddy, but they had both dropped enough hints at their desire to
be wife and daughter to him. He didn't show any interest. They
were both beginning to see that further hints were pointless.
Genelle was last to give up and she grew quite despondent that he
wasn't interested after six hours of hints. Donna gave up three
hours earlier, just as the sun set and darkness fell on her
fantasy.

Halfway to Denver, Genelle looked very sad. Satch held her like a
sad baby, looked to Donna, now sitting like a lady in the seat
right next to him, rubbing a sad girl's legs as she said, "I
apologize for making you feel uncomfortable. I know you can take
a hint. We can, too. She'll get over it."

Satch looked into her sad face and wondered. He then looked in
Donna's sad face and wondered about her, too. He saw a Daddy
reflected in her eyes, not a potential husband. That was the
problem. He wasn't Donna's daddy and was old enough to be
Genelle's grand daddy. He was sorely tempted because he did love
them both, but it wasn't right. What he really wanted was someone
his own age, someone from his generation, someone he could grow
old with. Katy and Joey, Donna's pet names for the ladies, were
one generation too far ahead.

Donna sat deep in thought for several miles as Genelle fell
asleep in the crook of Satch's left arm. Donna rubbed the feet,
now both bare and in her lap. She looked to Satch and said, "I
would love to introduce you to my mother. God, does she ever need
a man like you."

"Oh. Is she single?"

"Widowed. She never did remarry. As far as I can tell, there is
nothing wrong with her. I know she masturbates to excess and is a
bit too close to her wolf-like dog if you know what I mean."

"She likes to pretend she's a duck?"

"No, she likes to pretend she's a nun who ain't had none in over
twenty-five years - Joey."

"I'm listening; Katy's watching; please continue."

Joey said, "I'm watching and listening, but could you turn it up
just a cunt hair."

Satch smiling shook his head and said, "You know, I've seen it
all, but I've never seen that except in film. Have you?"

"What? Seen it or done it?"

"Either, both, details, Donna, details. The seats have ears."

She smiled and said, "Before I answer, would you propose to a
human bitch?"

"One my own age, I might. She'd have to be an attractive bitch,
but I would marry one I could relate to."

"I think my mother is very attractive for a woman nearing fifty.
She is very much a bitch, now halfway through her third canine
lover. I see that kink interests you. How long have you had that
little quirk?"

"Since Nam and hearing how we interrogate female prisoners with
tracker dogs and tunnel mutts."

"That would make me sing, but am I to understand you never got to
see it done?"

"I can't swear that it was done, but the stories intrigued me. I
gather you've seen something."

"Not really, but she stopped pretending she wasn't in my early
teens. What she does, she does in private, but she can't deny the
fact that she does. You know Genelle. She calls Rex Grandpa. Rex
sleeps in Grandma's bed. Grandma thinks that's cute. She's not
ashamed of being an animal's lover, and hasn't been since sitting
me down at the tender age of thirteen to explain that women have
certain needs that a dog can satisfy quite well. She felt no
desire to show me, but she didn't need to. She did need to
explain why the damn dog treated her like a bitch in heat, and
she acted like one half the time - still does."

"Interesting." Said Satch.

"I'll say," Said Katy.

"Been there, done that." Said Joey.

Katy said, "Sush...I've heard all of your fantasies. This is
real, now sush up and help keep watch."

Donna said to Satch, "Care to lay over in Denver and meet a real
bitch?"

"Would she want to be met?"

"You are awfully cute and you do have that stump thing going for
you. I think she'll take one look at that and think the same
thing I did - that dick never gets soft. I'm serious, I would
love for you to meet her, and I do think she will be very warm
and friendly. I think she would love a man who could accept her
four-legged lover. I honestly do."

"In that case, I accept your kind offer."

Donna smiled and said, "I just may get a daddy out of this.
Genelle just may get a real grandpa. We may be living at home for
a very long time, or would you want us out."

Satch looked to the sleeping angel, then to Donna, and said, "Do
I look like a fool?"

"No, you look like my daddy would look if he were still alive. I
would love to see a picture of you when you were in the Army - or
were you? I don't know why, but I assumed Army."

"You assumed right - Army Special Forces - Green Beret."

"You're shitting me. My daddy was a Green Beret. He was a
sergeant in the 5th Special Forces."

"The 5th Group was in Nam. We all were. Do you recall what
detachment?"

"Mike Force. Does that mean anything?"

"Yes. It means he was in a good place to get killed and knew it,
but the Mike Force was also the Green Beret's 911. The Mobile
Strike Force was a great place to save Green Berets and other
friendly people. Your father was a hero, Donna. He wasn't killed;
he gave his life. He would want you to know that. I am telling
you not to mourn his death; celebrate his life and sacrifice or
I'll shove this stump up your whining ass."

She smiled through teary eyes and said, "Fuck you, Green Beanie,
and the white horse you rode in on."

"Yeah, you are the daughter of a Green Beret, no doubt about
that, and this little thing is a chip of her grandfather's
block."

"Mom says the same thing, and when she finds out that you were a
Nam Green Beanie, look out buster, because that woman would never
settle for less."

"Then again, a dog would do."

"True. She did say they both had a great deal in common. They
both love to fuck and eat bloody pussy. Mom always said, 'Show me
a man in a green beret and I'll show you a man who will pull your
tampon out with his teeth, then chew it up and swallow it whole
before dining on a rare treat. In a few days, you'll have a
chance to prove to me that you are a real Green Beret. I've never
met a real one. I'll piss in the face of a phoney."

"Bleed for me and see what I do. I'll curl your fucking toes for
you."

She smiled and said, "You'll be the first, but I warn you. I flow
like a river."

"You're making my dick hard."

"Oh, you have two?"

"Some poor bastards have five."

"Some lucky bitch better grab him before I do. Speaking of lucky
bitch, you are holding one. I have never seen Mom, but I have
seen Genelle do it in bondage. I saw it once too often and hopped
a bus out of town, but I had to drag her by the front paw."

He looked at the little bitch as he said, "Nobody drags my grand
daughter anywhere. You'll have to learn to mind your own business
if you expect to live with us."

"I said she was all yours. I didn't say for the trip. I hope you
stick around because I'll miss her. She has been like a daughter
to me when she hasn't been like a pet to someone else."

"I think I'm going to like your mother."

"I'm sure you will, Satch. When I tell her what you're into, I
dare say you will see her wag her tail for you. If you think I'm
pathetic, she taught me everything I know about being pathetic."

"You're good - damn good."

"Yeah, well she's better, and she has bigger tits."

"Sounds like Mary Ann Barns."

"Am I supposed to know her?"

He began singing:

Mary Ann Barns is the queen of all the acrobats;
She can do the tricks that'll give a guy the shits.
She can shoot green peas from her fundamental orifice,
Do a tripple summersault and catch 'em on her tits.

She's a great big son-of-a-bitch twice as big as me,
Got hair on her ass like the branches on a tree.
She can shoot, drink, ride, fuck, fly a plane, and drive a truck.
She's the kind of girl that's gonna marry me.

She's Special Forces, Ranger, Airborne Infantry...
And Mike Force, tooooooo...

Smiling, excited, laughing Donna clapped and cried, "I love it!
You described my mom to a tee...except for being big with a hairy
ass. She's all the rest of that, and a bitch, too."

"Well, god damn it, go suck that driver and tell him to put the
pedal to the metal. My Mary Ann Barns awaits."

"Do you dare me? I'll do it."

Joey said, "I dare you."

Katy said, "I double dog dare you."

Donna said to Satch, "When I was on the aisle shooting him
beavers, he sure looked like he wanted a blowjob. Now, it's dark
and everyone is asleep."

"I dare you to go to him nude."

"You just want to get rid of me so that you can sexually molest
my daughter."

"Your daughter?"

"Sorry. I forgot. Nude, huh? Are you serious?"

"I'm serious. I'd like to tell your mother what you did. I would
hate to have to tell her what you were too chicken to do."

Donna thought, then said, "Satch, I may have given you a slight
misimpression of my mother based on the Mary Ann model and her
odd mating habits. I'm the one who thinks a Green Beret would eat
bloody pussy. She has never said what they eat or do. They just
die on her and leave her to the dogs. She is also a semi-devout
Christian and fancies herself a lady. I don't think she would
approve of me taking that dare. I'm pretty sure she'd be pissed
about the dare to tell you the truth, and if she knew that I left
Genelle with a perfect or even a semi-perfect stranger, she'd
kill us both."

"She sounds like a bitch."

"She can be. She thinks all men over thirty are child molesters.
I tend to marry the ones over thirty. My innocent daughter always
suffers because I prefer child molesters."

"The dare still stands, and I am not afraid of pissing her off."

"Nude, huh?"

"Stark naked?"

"They're not all sleeping. I exaggerate. In fact, the two bitches
right in front of us are wide a wake."

"They'll all be awake for your return trip. I don't exaggerate."

"They will, huh?"

"Yup."

"You may not believe this, but I have never been naked in a bus
full of people, and I've never been arrested for public
indecency, or fellating a driver while under the influence of a
disabled veteran."

"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

She thought, then stood and began taking off her clothes, hoping
that he would at some point stop her, but he didn't, and there
she stood, naked on a bus full of people and being noticed by a
few neighbors. She gave Satch one last look, saw no reprieve,
shrugged, and marched forward. When she arrived at the front, the
bus made a sharp weave, then did more weaving after her head
disappeared.

The guy was driving like someone was sucking on his dick. Satch
yelled out, "HEY! STAY BETWEEN THE LINES! I'M TRYING TO GET SOME
SLEEP BACK HERE."

That did it, but that wake-up call did not end a blowjob. That
just ended a clandestine one. Moments later, with passengers
vying to see what was going on up there, the driver came on the
intercom and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, one of our
lovelier female passengers has taken off all of her clothes and
is on her knees sucking my dick. I am not supposed to allow
passengers to suck my dick while I'm driving, but this feels too
damn good to stop. I may lose my job over this, but let me assure
you, none of you are in any danger. I am in complete control. I
was a little shook at first, but I swear I will stay between the
white lines even while I cum between her white teeth. If no one
objects, I'd like to go for it."

Satch yelled out, "GO FOR IT!"

Others followed suit. Nobody voiced any objection. Male and
female voices were heard, and one elderly lady named Josephine
shouted, "If the president of the United States can while on the
job, you certainly can. Suck that cock, girl."

That brought laughs, cheers, and a big round of applause. All
that commotion woke Genelle. When she found out what was going
on, no one could keep clothes on her. She got naked and went
forward with a stump pat to send her on her way. She came back
after a few minutes, stopping often to converse with amused
passengers, but when she got to the back, she said, "This is
great, Satch. I'm going back. Wanna come with me? I'll suck your
dick if you do."

"No, but you go ahead. Come back with your mom. She'll want
company."

She went with a big smile. He did stay between the lines. Donna
did return with Genelle, stopping at every row to receive praise
and meet passengers that Genelle already knew. When they were
again back with Satch, Joey, and Katy, they didn't bother getting
dressed. Donna rolled her head to look at him, and said, "Tell
her. Let the chips fall where they may. Like you say, there's a
first time for everything, but could you use a couple of
stone-broke traveling companions if this doesn't go well?"

He laughed and said, "That sounds doable, but I'm thinking there
is more Mary Ann in your mother than you realize."

"If there is, I'm sure you'll bring it out."

Genelle said, "Who is Mary Ann Barns?"

Donna said, "She's queen of all the acrobats."

"Grandma don't have no acrobat in her unless Rex is an acrobat
dog."

They enjoyed a good laugh with a line of passengers waiting to
use the bathroom, admiring the scenery while waiting.

The bus arrived in Denver right on schedule at six in the
morning. Donna's mother was there on the platform looking for
familiar faces. Satch was checking her out through the windshield
as she saw one, little Genelle. Satch saw Evelyn's face light up.
He saw a beautiful woman, who then saw her daughter. The lit-up
face turned dull and disapproving, but she gave Donna a hug,
nothing like what Genelle received. She was still holding Genelle
like a monkey on her hip while giving the mother a side hug,
offering a cheek to kiss.

She also received introductions to Katy and Joey who were pleased
to meet a real bitch, but they didn't let on, but did move on to
purchase tickets back to where they were supposed to have gotten
off. And there stood Satch awaiting an introduction. Donna did
the honors, introducing him as a Green Beret who knew of her
father. Evelyn wasn't impressed, nor was she put off by his
stump. Since she had her hands full of grandchild, he offered
nothing to shake, just a smile. She returned that and said, "Did
you know her father?"

"No. I am very familiar with the Mike Force."

"He was a good man."

"They all were."

"And I suppose you are by association."

"I am because I am."

"Well, it was nice meeting you, but we have to be off now.
[turning to her daughter] Do you need help with your luggage,
Donna?"

"Mom, I invited Satch to stay with us for a few days if that's
all right with you. He is a dear friend, a sweet man, and I want
to get to know him better."

"Donna, I..."

"Mother. I never got to know my father. I am not looking for
failure number four. I will let you pick out my number four. I
swear, I'll marry anything you put me with. I do mean anything,
and I do mean that. I am willing to place my life in your hands
and admit that I can't make intelligent choices on my own. You
win, Mom. You were right all along. I just want this one favor -
three days. That's all I ask."

Whatever that meant changed Evelyn's attitude. She set Genelle
down and offered her right hand to Satch, saying, "Let's start
over. Please excuse my rudeness. [he offered her the stump which
she took in both hands] My name is Evelyn, Donna's mother and
Genelle's grandmother. I'm a widow, and you will be most welcome
to spend the next three days with us...mister?..."

"Satch. Just Satch. If you want me to stay longer, I'll tell you
the rest, but for three days, Satch should do."

"Satch will do." When Donna and Genelle went to get their
luggage, Evelyn said after releasing the stump, "How did you lose
the wing?"

"I was stuffing scrap food into a garbage disposal and someone
shouted, look, wolves are raping a bunch of nuns. I kept looking
and looking...well, you see what happened. I pulled back a nub
and turns out there were no nuns or wolves. It was a joke."

"I see." And from that, Evelyn knew that her daughter and quite
possibly her granddaughter had been telling family secrets. The
man looked quite amused by that. He had a mischievous gleam in
his eye to go with a flirtatious smile. She kinda liked this guy
and said, "Are you into nuns or wolves?"

"Actually, I'm into the breeding of nuns to wolves."

"Interesting concept. Have you met any nuns who seeminterested?"

"No, never, but I assume they would be. After all, they are
females who can't afford to get pregnant. All women have needs
that a dog can satisfy quite well, Evelyn."

"I'm well aware of that. I do not live or sleep alone."

"Really. Might I ask what breed you sleep with...if it's not too
personal."

Evelyn liked this curious man very much. She fought back a
chuckle and wanted to appear as cute and witty as he did as she
said, "German Shepherd."

"Ah, yes, there's a good breed...woman's best friend."

"We are much more than best friends."

"And I'm sure you do more than sleep."

"Satch, I think we will get along just fine, but let me make one
thing perfectly clear. I like the way you look at me, and I like
the way you look to me, but don't even look at mygranddaughter."

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I look wherever my eyes
turn. If you don't want me looking at your daughter or your
granddaughter, make sure my eyes are always turned on you. That
won't be hard to do. Donna was right. You are a very attractive
woman, and your breasts are much larger than hers. If you sleep
in the nude, you can bet I'll be sleeping with one eye open."

As the two youngsters struggled up, Donna saw her mother's
bright-red blush. She set her bags down and said, "What are we
discussing, farts or tampons?"

Without looking to Donna, Evelyn said while maintaining firm
eye-contact with smiling Satch, "Sleeping arrangements. Satch
will be sharing my bed with me and my German Shepherd lover. He
was just inquiring as to whether I sleep in the nude, and I was
about to tell him, yes, I do. He also made one thing perfectly
clear."

Donna and Genelle exchanged knowing smiles, then Donna said,
"That should work out well."

Genelle said, "Yeah, unless Grandpa Rex doesn't want Satch to
watch as he tries to make puppies in Grandma."

That broke the spell with laughs. Evelyn ruffled Genelle's hair
and grabbed a couple of bags. Satch had to go get his. When he
left, Donna said to her mother, "That was fast."

"Donna, are you playing matchmaker or are your sights set on
him?"

"My sights were set on him, but his sights are set on someone his
own age, someone he can grow old with, someone exactly like you,
Mom. Put me down for matchmaker, and relax. He is not a child
molester."

Genelle said, "Darn it!"

Evelyn said while watching Satch, "You did good, Donna - real
good. I owe you. He is just like your father. He used to make
things perfectly clear, too."

Donna said, "Like the songs says, men who mean just what they
say. By the way, what did he make perfectly clear?"

"That he'll fuck whoever he wants to fuck."

Donna and Genelle gave each other WOW looks as Satch joined the
group. They went together out to the parking lot and stowed all
the bags in the trunk. Donna and Genelle sat in the back. Evelyn
drove, and Satch got right up beside her and placed his good arm
around her shoulder with his stump rubbing the leg up to panties,
soon doing an end-of-stump grind into her pulpy lips. At the
first traffic light, she slipped her panties off and tossed them
carelessly into the back seat. They landed on Genelle's head who
said, "Thanks a lot, Grandma."

She looked back and said, "Better on your head than getting in
his way. If you two spent much time on a bus with him, I dare say
you know exactly what I'm talking about. Now, nobody talk. I need
to concentrate on my driving, and...oh Jesus!...We're in
trouble."

That turned out to be a very interesting ride. Part of it was
even on the road. Part of it was almost in a ditch. She came very
close, but she did cum. She needed help getting into the house.
Once in the house, Satch scooped her up and carried her to her
bed with Rex on their heels. No one knew how he'd take that. When
they arrived in the bedroom, Satch used his foot to shut everyone
out, dog and all. Those two stayed in there for hours. When they
did come out, it was to announce their engagement. Joy and
jubilation followed. Rex looked confused.

Rex was slowly brought in. By bedtime, all three turned in. That
evidently went well. By morning, everyone was chipper, but
Grandma didn't look like she'd gotten a lick of sleep. Genelle
thought she tried to sleep with too many lickers in the bed.
Genelle was right.

                             The End

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