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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride...Days Six &
Seven...Conclusion...Newark Is Indeed A Beautiful State Of Mind
by
PlanetDweller
Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, Fgb, FF, MFfgb, MFFffg, mother/daughter,
mother/daughter/son, cuckold, mild DS, exhibitionism, voyeurism,
erotic photography, lesbian, menstrual sex, oral, pedo, anal,
etc.
~ Saturday ~
Butterfly kisses from my precious little nine-year-old princess
Danni caressed my cheek crusty from dried leaked tears of anger
the night before like so much gossamer ephemery as her lips found
mine and her mom also turned join our kiss. I was still highly
pissed off at them both, especially Melanie but couldn't be
really mad at Danni. Melanie's hand found my limp cock as Danni
joined her mother's caress of it while their tongues parted my
lips and sucked my very soul into theirs. Try as I might out of
sheer anger, my cock simply wouldn't stay limp. Hey, I am a
fucking guy after all in the end.
"We're sorry, Daddy...we didn't mean to shut you out..."
The expression on my face was that of a small child pouting and
Melanie was trying as hard as she could to keep a poker face and
not laugh aloud in my face as Danni began her tried-and-true
morning suck of me her precious little lips and tongue now making
oral love to my cock.
"Seriously Dear...dear husband...it wasn't our idea...Linda just
wanted to experiment with us some since Dan' and I had been
lovers as well as mother and daughter for all these years now and
wanted us to help her and Brenda with some basics, that's all...I
can't deny we didn't have fun..."
"Yeah Daddy, Linda is really hot in bed!" Danni volunteered from
her place between my legs.
"Danni!..." her mother scolded "...Brenda said tell you that
she'd try to make it up to you in the future, Linda said the
same, they both want to fuck you, Honey, they just didn't want to
fuck you last night..."
"You know Charles and Hank both want to fuck you two..."
"Of course we do, they're guys, guys want to fuck anything with a
slit..." Mel semi-sarcastically shot back.
"Well, thanks a lot, Mrs. McBride..."
Melanie looked deep into my eyes with a passioned seriousness of
wanting me so badly but also it was getting close to put up or
shut up time.
"Missus McBride...I do like the sound of that...don't you,
Danni?"
"Yes Mommy..."
"Let's show our daddy and hubby how much we love him..." and with
that Melanie rolled Danni off me, straddled my cock on top as she
hung those perfect tits in my face low enough for me just to be
able to reach her nipples as Danni groped my cock and her
mother's pussy as she knelt beside us her and her mom trading
kisses and they would lean into me for a threeway kiss. Okay,
Forgiveness.
Our first appointment for this busy Saturday was half an hour
earlier, banging on the door loud enough for us to hear upstairs
over the quiet of the Saturday morning.
"Yes, who is it?..." I barked to them through the intercom they
apparently hadn't seen next to the door.
"The Campbells...we have an eight o'clock sitting?"
"Yes, but it's only seven-thirty..."
"We like to be early...are you open yet?..."
"No, but give us a minute, we'll be down shortly..." It was going
to be a long, long day.
Our eight-thirty and nine o'clock also came in early, the door
sensor buzzing their arrival, Connie not coming in until ten and
only staying three or four hours to help out.
"Danni, would you mind working the counter out front for
us?...it's going to be a busy day...you can go play when Connie
gets here..."
"Sure, Daddy..." my little one happily replied.
"You know how to work the coffee pot?...make sure you offer them
some coffee or a softdrink from the fridge in thekitchenette..."
" 'K, Daddy..."
Our last sitting before lunch was almost a carbon-copy of "us".
A father and mother in their early 30's, a ten-year-old daughter
that looked just like Danni, almost a twin. Something snapped
inside me in a good way.
"Mel, we're almost out of 35mm VPS, I gotta run down to Sam's
Camera before they close at noon to get some more for this
afternoon, can you handle things 'till I get back?"
"Sure, Will..." she replied between face-stuffing munches of her
pastrami on rye.
I left in a hurry but not before getting Connie to slip me a
personal check out from the binder in my ante-office. So, I lied.
Well, I did get some 35 VPS while I was out but that was just a
ruse, I knew we had three or four extra ProPacks stuck back for
emergencies in our fridge upstairs. But my motivation for the
ruse was to go by Goldberg's Diamonds while I was out before they
closed. After a week of spending money like a drunken sailor on
payments for models I also had gotten several thousand in but it
had as quickly gone out with the cashflow tide and I was down to
eight hundred and two dollars in our personal account. Wire
transfers on the coming Monday and Tuesday for photos taken last
week and received then would build it back up to several thousand
again but at that moment there was just a few hundred. A few
hundred to invest in my, our future. Either I could play the hand
out and see if I won, or die miserable knowing I could have but
didn't try. Play the fucking hand.
The sales clerk at Goldberg's was very friendly and not at all
pushy. But all the ring sets I liked were over two thousand or
more. Finally an older gentleman came up behind the sales clerk
and reach over the counter to shake my hand.
"Mr. McBride, our famous local photographer!...how are you?"
I didn't recognize his face, and I always remember faces.
"You took some pictures of my daughter and her husband's family a
couple of years back and I met you briefly when they and I came
into your shop to look at the proofs..." Damn, this guy has a
better memory for faces than I do. "Is there a problem,
Misha?..."
"No...no problem...Mr. Goldberg?..." I responded half-chokingly
"...I only have eight hundred to spend and want to buy a wedding
ring set today and all that I like are over two thousand..."
"Not a problem...pick what you like, and we'll extend you thirty
days credit with no interest..."
"Seriously?"
I have to admit I was flabbergasted, stunned is the word more
like it.
"Yes, seriously...an important local businessman like yourself,
we know we can trust you...besides, we know where you live, if
you don't pay!" he said with smile and laugh but an undertone of
Jewish Mob-seriousness. I picked a full carat blue-white set in
platinum and matching bands for both of us and tinier matching
plain band too for the other little someone special and headed
home as quick as I could, knowing that Melanie was having to
juggle as fast as a one-arm knifecatcher to keep the appointments
going.
Melanie was in the middle of a shoot when I got back at
one-thirty. She shot me a look of "where the sam fucking hell
have you been?" but didn't say it aloud thankfully, not wanting
to appear unprofessional in front of the customers. Three more
sittings after that and we were done, all except our
mother/daughter/son team of new models which were now half an
hour late. I told them as plainly as I could to be here by
two-thirty to start filling out their paperwork and model
releases since we wanted the shoot to wrap up no later than five.
Finally at quarter after three they showed up. They got out of a
larger older Mercedes wearing clothes nicer than what we could
afford. You learn not to ask questions early on in this game.
"Ah...Mrs. Carlson..."
"You must be Will, and you must be Connie..." she replied shaking
mine then Melanie's hand as she and her brood waltzed more than
walked in our humble shop. The rocks on her hand were worth more
than my total net for the year, had to be. Her designer dress fit
her like a glove, her kids outfits cost more each than my best
suit.
"No, I'm Melanie, Will's...Will's wife..."
"Oh, so sorry, pleased to meet you...sorry for being so late, but
there was a wreck on the Roosevelt and even on a Saturday, well,
you know how it is is...and it's Caron, please, not Mrs.
Carlson..."
"Caron, then...shall be get started then?...you need to fill out
the paperwork I mentioned, it's on the receptionist's
counter...you can fill it out in my office just across the foyer
from it, if you'd prefer...did you bring your and your children's
birth certificates and Social Security cards as werequested?..."
"Yes, Mr. McBride, Will, they're in here..." pulling a plain
manila envelope from a Hermes handbag that had to cost as much as
my old Volvo workhorse station wagon was worth "...if you need
anything else, please ask..."
"No, this looks fine...please take your model release and release
of liability forms to my office and fill them out, I'll make
copies of these and be with you shortly..."
Mel and I both dropped with corners of our mouths as well as our
shoulders and turned our palms towards each other in near-total
disbelief as Caron and Nicole called Nicky her pig-tailed
ten-year-old with breasts budding out large enough to notice
inside her blouse and Stansfield called Stan her eight-year-old
son scooted past us.
"Will, you will keep your part of the bargain and pay us today,
won't you?..."
"Of course, Caron..."
"...And you will give me copies of all the photos you make of us,
including a full proof set of those better ones I choose,
including as many as six enlargements?..."
"...Yes, Caron, that's what we agreed on..." Mel replied as Caron
turned to close my office door sitting down in my old worn
executive chair with a plop that belied her five-six one-thirty
frame weight.
"...and you will take up to twenty photos of poses I choose to do
with my children, if we don't do the poses during the shoot that
match what I wish?"
"Yes, Caron, Mrs. Carlson, as agreed...it's all in the release of
liability and consent forms...please read them carefully before
signing them..."
"I will, Will, I will..."
Mrs. Carlson was definitely running a game on us but we didn't
know what kind. Time to do a shake-out. After she finished doing
the paperwork I called her into the boudoir studio where we'd be
doing most of the session. Mel cut the lights on and fired up the
strobe caps.
"Our client has requested a specific format of shots,
Caron...here's the script for today's shoot...we'll also
improvise a little but this is primarily what we'll do and when
and how we'll do it...please read through it before we
begin...also, the amount of jewelry you're wearing will be
distracting to the shoot...you may leave your wedding ring on..."
like the had to be five carat rock on her perfectly tanned and
smooth hand would glare to the camera but we could work around it
"...but please remove all other jewelry and place into the
envelope on the bed...we'll keep it with us during the shoot,
it'll just be off camera that's all..."
She read through the script quickly nodding her head in approval
as she went.
"The script is acceptable, Mr. McBride..."
"Will..."
"Will...shall we get started then?"
"Yes please Caron..." Melanie chirped "...you and the children
stand in front of the white seamless backdrop first...we'll do
the standard poses there before moving to the bedroom set...."
Caron and brood stood in front of the pale infinity of the
cream-colored seamless backdrop as Master Stan looked around and
shifted his weight as he stood to his mother's left.
"Stansfield!...stop that fidgeting right now!..." his mother
scolded "...and pay attention to Will and Melanie..."
"Thank you Caron...Caron, please begin disrobing now, one article
of clothing at a time...Melanie will give you the counts after
each bracket of shots...goooood...."
First her blouse then her shoes and then skirt and then bra then
hose and then panties as she stood naked between her clothed
children. Stansfield couldn't help but keep turning some to look
at his mother.
"Stansfield's never seen you naked before, Caron?..."
"No, he hasn't, Melanie..."
"It's distracting him...let's change that now...Stan, come around
and face your mother and look at her as she stands
there...good...now, Stan, you are also permitted to touch your
mother as you wish, her breasts, her vagina..."
"Yah mean I can touch her pee-pee too!?!..." he rhetorically
asked with glee.
"Yes, you may touch any part of her body as you like, as much as
you like...Nicky, please join Stan in front of your mother now
and touch as you wish too...good girl..."
Stan fondled and groped his mother's breasts as Nicky just
patted her mother's bare midriff and Mel and I ran the shots, the
strobes distracting them but not too much, young Stan trying to
work his hand past Caron's patch to her pussy without much
success.
"Caron, open your legs up more for you son so he can play with
your pussy easier..."
"Yes, Melanie..."
"Good...very good...now, it's time for you children to
strip...Caron, please put your clothes back on and then we'll
have your children undress.
First Stan striped and Caron began playing with him some per
script. His pinky-sized cock stood firm from the touch of her
hands.
"Suck your son, Caron...the script, please...that's right, that's
excellent...slowly, so we can work better angles...play with his
little ballsack some while you suck...excellent...now Stan, you
need to get dressed and Nicole needs to strip..."
Nicole striped very shyly and kept putting her hands in front of
her egg-sized-plus-a-little more breasts. Caron scolded her for
doing so.
"Now Nicky, we already had this talk several times before coming
over...you must do what Will and Melanie tell you to do..."
"Yes Mummie...I know..."
About that moment Danni came back in from playing, her jean
shorts dusty from evidently playing soccer or softball or
something at Jervis Memorial Park & Playground a few blocksaway.
"Hi Mom, hi Dad...can I help?..."
"Yes, you might could, Darling...Nicole here is just nervous and
shy about being nude in front of the camera, that's all..."
"Not a problem, Daddy..."
Danni was so very good at this. Having been the subject of or
having helped with literally hundreds of gigs with other child
models she knew exactly what to do and say. My little
professional. Three or four minutes of hushed conversation off to
one corner of the room and then they returned, Nicole's
expression not being one of sadness or disgust at least unlike
prior to Danni's talk with her.
"I told her I'd stay here and help out, Daddy, if that'sokay..."
"Sure, Baby, thanks..."
"...and I'll get nude too so she won't be as nervous..."
"Thanks Darling..." her mother and our lover stagewhispered.
Danni stripped out of her dirty clothes and kicked them aside.
Nicole started visibly shaking. Danni went over to her and hugged
her close. Mel and I rolled the autowinders on the cameras just
to keep the center of the moment. Danni rubbed the
handfuls-for-her of Nicky's breasts. She urged Nicky to play with
her, Danni's crotch and Nicky somewhat reluctantly at first then
a little more eagerly did so. "Relax, Nicky, it'll be fun, you'll
see!..."
Lust came over Caron's eyes when Melanie then told Danni to move
and for Caron to take Danni's place. Nicole reacted stiffly to
her mother kissing and petting her but we managed to get the
shots we needed anyway and finished that part of the shoot.
After Nicky finished getting dressed again, Danni took them to
the kitchenette area for drinks and snacks while Melanie and I
finished prepping the bedroom suite studio for the second part of
the shoot.
"You're going to have to 'relax' young Miss Nicole..." I told
Melanie.
"Not a problem, William, you know how much I always enjoy doing
that!" my significant other smiled back with lustful glee.
Caron's facial expression went from lust to seeming concern when
we ushered them to the bedroom set. A deep sigh passed through
her lips.
"Caron, Nicky's way too nervous for the next set to take
place...I'm going to do a quick practice session with her, Danni
might help out too, it'll just be a few minutes, you can stay and
watch or hang out in the kitchen, whichever you'd prefer..."
"I'd prefer to be present, if you don't mind, Melanie..."
"I don't mind at all..."
Mel quickly stripped and stripped Nicky again as well and lead
her up on the bed. Danni joined them.
"Nicky, Mel's my mom and she and I do this all the
time...really!...it's not only okay, but it's a lot of
fun!...watch..."
With that my two lovelies embraced each other and kissed deeply
for a moment before Mel went down on her sweetest of daughters
and then she and Danni switched before both rotated for a
sixty-nine. Nicky seemed almost upset at first and then began
shifting her attention to what they were actually doing, her gaze
fixing.
"Now your turn, Nicky..." Mel urged in hushed tones as Nicole
laid back and Mel dove between her legs tenderly licking her
flatish labia and barely protruding clit as Caron slid out of her
chair to one side of the set and joined Melanie in savoring her
daughter's delicious pre-teen twat. Danni rubbed Nicky's buds as
Stansfield crawled on the bed to get a better view and Caron
urged her daughter to lick Mel's cunt some, she doing so with
gag-look at first but after five minutes or so and nudging Mel
aside to take her place enjoying the experience with her mother
too.
"Everything's fine now...everyone get dressed and let's finish
the shoot...it's getting late..."
Fifteen minutes later the shoot was in the can. As Stan crawled
off top his mother his lee-tle pecker covered in her slickness I
yelled in my best director's voice "that's a wrap!"
"But Will...Mr. McBride...your wife and daughter have partaken of
the delights of us all but you haven't...wouldn't you like to
'enjoy' your newest models before quitting?"
"Thank you Caron, but no, it's been a long week and a long day
and myself and family would just to retire for the evening...but
thank you, maybe another time, during another session, if you'd
consider doing another session sometime in the near future..."
"I, we would indeed...it was most educational and enjoyable..."
The check for her fee which Mel and I both knew we didn't have
enough money in the account to cover but would by the time the
wire transfers started popping in Monday and Tuesday and she
wouldn't deposit it until Monday anyway was placed in her hand as
she dialed out and spoke to someone.
"James, we're ready now, please pick us up out front of Mr.
McBride's studio..."
Kisses on cheeks were exchanged as The Family Carlson eased into
their old Mercedes limo as James held the doors for them and we
walked around the corner of the building to the back parking lot
where our even-older Volvo wagon family and business bus awaited,
waiting to take us to Amelio's Trattoria for dinner.
~ Sunday ~
The sound of running water awoke me. My hands reaching and
feeling on either side of me even though I was at my usual left
side of the bed and nothing and no one was in front of me since
there wasn't any bed there felt nothing, no one, not my Danni or
Melanie. The smell of soap and perfume and humidity wafted to me
from our bathroom a few feet away. Jumping up to go piss before
they got out of the shower, a shower together being something
they always enjoyed, Danni rushed to greet me as she threw the
blowdryer down on the vanity top and sprang to my arms.
"Da-ddy!"
"Good morning My Precious...Mommie in the shower?..."
"Uh-hu...she, we wanted to get all dolled up for you...we have a
surprise for your this morning..."
"...You do?...and what surprise would that be?..."
"If I told you that, Silly Daddy, it wouldn't be a
surprise!...wanna suck, Daddy?"
"When don't I ever want one of your sucks, Punkin'?"
Melanie came out of the shower and into the bedroom with a towel
wrapped around her head from a fresh shampoo and setting of
curlers in her hair, something she seldom if any did. As my
orgasm finished spurting inside my most loved of all my daughters
Danni's mouth, her mom joined us, lazily playing with her
daughter's exposed pussy and she lay beside us.
"So what's the surprise, Mellie?"
"Can't tell you, W-I-l-l-l-I-e, or it wouldn't be a surprise now,
would it, huhhh?" she shot back only half-jokingly.
"I have a surprise for you too, Dear, My Wife..."
Her pupils dilated a little to that remark as her hand slid from
Danni's slit to her head, stroking her hair and face as Danni
continued her lick of my shrinking cock.
"...and what would that be?..."
"...oh no, Mrs. McBride...you first..."
"...no, you first..."
"...no you!..."
"No...I'm the boss of the outfit, so you first, Willy-Boy!"
"You're the boss, hu?...then why do you suck my cock or let me
fuck you in the ass whenever I tell you to do so, if you're the
boss, hu?"
"Because I let you think you're the boss, that's why!"
"C'mere..you!...you too, stinker!" I exclaimed as I pulled them
up closer to me and three pairs of lips met "...okay, I'll tell
you my surprise first, but only after we eat breakfast first,
okay?"
Melanie made her melt-in-your-mouth Belgian waffles as was our
Sunday morning tradition and Danni and I and her actually sat at
the smallish dining room table and stuffed our faces silly while
talking about nothing in particular like a real family. A real
family.
"What's the surprise, Daddy?"
"This, my most loved of daughters...this..." I mumbled while
fishing for the ring boxes in the pocket of my terry robe having
sneakingly placed them there yesterday after darting upstairs for
a minute after coming back from pretending to go get some more
VPS film. Mel just stared at her ring box for the longest time as
I placed Danni's in front on her place setting and mine in front
of mine. The soft blue velvet of the ring boxes contrasted to the
hardish white plastic of our everyday table-"cloth".
"Can I open my surprise now, Daddy?"
"No Baby...not yet...is this what I think - it - is, William
McBride?" Mel finally choked out.
"Open it and see, Mrs. McBride..."
Her whole facial expression changed from that of long-term
girlfriend to that of wife in the blink of her opening her
ringbox up and having her diamond engagement ring wink back at
her.
"Oh...oh...oh, My God!...William!...William McBride!...I wasn't
serious...I was going along with the words Danni was using 'cause
it made her feel better...I had...I had no idea you'd take me
seriously!"
"So...so you don't want to marry me then?"
Anger then frustration then fear then laughter then contentment
then love all swept over her face and body in the span of less
than seconds.
"Of course I want to marry you, you fucking asshole, of course I
want to marry you!"
"Yippee!!!...Daddy's...Will's going to be my daddy, for real!"
Danni both literally and figuratively cried as she came over to
hug me.
"So you want to marry this fucking asshole, hu?...at least I'll
be your fucking asshole and you'll be mine..." Mel shooting me a
dirty look not appreciating the attempted humor as she also rose
to ease over to join Danni and mine's hug.
"I do love you so much!"
"I love you too, Mellie...open you present, Danni, openyours..."
Danni just beamed when she was what looked like a plain platinum
wedding band in the same style as Mel's and mine, Mel shooting me
a look of bewilderment.
"Melanie Joyceln Beavers, please do me the honor of becoming my
lawfully wedding wife..." her diamond glistening in the white
neon of the overhead light of the kitchen as I slipped the ring
on her finger.
"I will, Mr. William No Middle Name McBride..."
"And Daniele Deaomont Beavers, please do me the honor of becoming
my daughter, if through adoption, which we'll pursue soon.."
Danni just beaming as I slipped her own special ring on the
right-hand ring finger "...this ring is so when you grow up and
find a husband of your own you'll always remember the special
love and special times you shared with your dear ol' mom and dad,
so you'll always remember me, remember us and be happy when you
do..."
"Oh Daddy, I'm so happy!..."
"I'm so happy too...you've made me so happy, you nut you...I'm
glad you took me seriously...aaahhhhh...look at that..." the
pools of fire from the stone shooting up like so many rainbows of
love.
We hugged each other so tightly for the longest time then I
couldn't resist asking.
"Okay, that's my surprise...what's the surprise you two have for
me?"
"Oh dear, I almost forgot!...they...it'll... be almost any
time...it's almost ten o'clock already...Danni, help me with the
dishes..."
"Hhhuuu?" was all I could muster as they broke their hug of me
and began boinging around the kitchen.
"A surprise, Daddy...your surprise..." Danni whispered in myear.
Precisely at ten plus one the clomp-clomp of multiple footsteps
were heard coming up the stairs. Jumping off the couch thinking
someone had broken in downstairs and was headed up the stairs to
assault us all I jumped off the couch and raced to the bedroom to
get the baseball bat out of the master closet, Melanie seeing me
darted behind me with a "...no, Will, it's okay, it's your
surprise coming up the stairs...it's your surprise."
It really was my surprise when the deadbolt latch turned on our
front door and in walked Brenda Smith and daughters Linda and
Tricia in tow.
"What the hell are they doing here, and how did they get our
key?" asked with rising pissedoffness.
"They..." Mel scolded without being scolding "...are your
surprise, and they got our key from me, because I gave them my
spare one..."
"Hu?...what the hell are you talking about?"
"William...Husband...the other night when we girls wanted some
private time alone to talk and you and Charles and Master Hank
stormed off to the bar because you thought we were excluding you
from a play session, we weren't..."
"You weren't?..." disblief dripping mixed with heavy sarcasm.
"No, we weren't, Daddy...we just talked, that's all...Daddy..."
"Hu?..."
"What Danni's trying to tell you, Dee-yur..." Mel continued as
Brenda & Crew found places to sat down in the living room "...is
that Linda almost freaked out, after being with her dad in the
photo shoot just moments before...she was almost an emotional
basket case, ready to just totally break down, and when her
little brother Hank started pestering her to fuck, she couldn't
take it anymore...she asked Danni if she could have some time
alone with her mom and us to talk about things, since she knew
Danni and I had been lovers for some years and knew that it was
through our first photo shoot with you that we had been
introduced to our mother/daughter-loving ways and we three had
become, well, a family, but a family that loves on a physical
level as well as an emotional one..."
"Daddy, Linda was talking about slitting her wrists if she had to
go through another session with her dad that night or if we'd all
done a group-thing like we do..."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Will, ser-I-ously..." Brenda chimed in.
"...Honey...you were almost cute, storming out with Charles and
Hank in your fit of childish jealousy without any attempt to
communicate with me like an adult about what was really
happening, and why..."
What could I say. Caught red-handed. She was right.
"...so, Mr. McBride, my husband-to-be, we all decided to teach
you a lesson..."
"A good lesson, Daddy..."
"...that families trust each other...and in our unique kind of
family, trust is even more important...and since we all make love
to other people, to our models and others, there's no room for
jealousy, never, ever..."
Silence. I was angry. I was hurt. But I knew they were right.
"...'know what we mean, now, Daddy?"
"Yes I do, Baby, and I'm sorry...c'mere, Daddy needs a hug..."
The emotion of all of the events of the morning finally caught
up with me. Tears flowed my eyes like a tidal dam bursting as
Melanie and Danni and I hugged and hugged and hugged tighter
still.
"I'm...I'm sorry...Mel...Danni...forgive me..."
"There's nothing to forgive, Will...just next time, and hopefully
there won't be a next time, trust me, trust us...especially now
that we're to be married, be a real family..."
"He proposed to you?...when?..." Brenda shouted out as she came
over to join our hug as her girls did as well.
"This morning...just before you came over...look..."
"I'll be a monkey's uncle...look at the size of that
diamond...congratulations, you two..." Danni showing her the
family-ring on her own finger "...you three...huh?" the ring on
Danni's right hand puzzling her.
"My..."
"Your 'ring of family', Danni..."
"My ring of family...Daddy's going to adopt me too, aren't you
Daddy?"
"Yes I am Baby, just as soon as I can..."
"I'm so pleased, so happy for all of you..."
"So, Brenda, wanna tell me why the hell you're here?...apparently
I'm the only one that doesn't know..."
"I'm...we are your surprise..."
"What the blankety-blank hell are you talking about, Brenda?"
"What she is talking about, Husband, is that the other night the
five of us, me and Danni, Brenda and her girls, just sat around
on the bed and talked until just before we called you to come
home...we calmed Linda down first, and then we talked about lots
of things, but mainly about us, about how I came to become
Danni's lover as well as her mom when she was just six, the same
way Brenda became lover to her girls the other night all because
of you My Love and how you became Danni's lover also and how
basically normal our lives are except for the part about our sex
lives...we talked about how in every way possible except that we
make love to each other and some of our models sometimes we're
just a normal family, but that the dynamic of us three being
lovers does add a lot of freedom but also responsibility to our
relationship..."
"What Mom's trying to say, Daddy, is that Brenda and my newest
best friend in the whole world Linda and also Trish made some
decisions the other night, which we thought we'd make a surprise
out of this morning, to make you happy, Daddy..."
"Hu?...what decisions?...what decisions did you make, Brenda?"
Brenda took a couple of deep breaths and then nudged between
Danni and Melanie to get close to me, ending up sitting in my lap
as Linda and Trish eased next to me as well, Brenda planting a
serious kiss on my lips that brought a smile to Mel and Danni's
face.
"The decision I made, and my girls made too, is this...their
father is a good man, an honest man, a decent man, and yes we'll
probably continue to have family sex and include him most of the
time at home as 'I' decide to or not...but their father really
isn't half the man you are and doesn't deserve to be included on
all our family fun...you, Mr. McBride, on the other hand, are the
real deal...bottom line is this...I and Linda and Trish will do
whatever you say, whenever you say, with whomever you say do it
with and however you say do it...we want you to make us lewdly
pose with other models and have sex with them as you wish and
photograph us all doing whatever you wish, and we all want you,
Will, as you want us...just tell us what you want..." Linda and
Trish both smiling and nodding yes in approval of what their
mother was saying "...for example, Will, I've never permitted
Charles to fuck me during my period, ever, or fuck me in my ass,
either, but I started my period this morning three days early I
guess 'cause of all the stress of this past week and I'll be
damned if I'm leaving her without you fucking my bloody cunt then
shoving it up my ass hard just like you do with Melanie when
she's on her period...and you can do the same with my Linda too,
if you'd like, if I don't wear your Irish ass out first...the
surprise for you this morning is that of this morning, we're now
yours to do with as you wish any time you wish, not Charles' any
longer...I've told him all this by the way and when he balked and
almost went berserk I reminded him I and you have photos of him
basically raping his virginal daughter and that I wouldn't
hesitate to ruin him forever with those photos unless he totally
went along with what I wished..."
My eyes had to be bigger than saucers. Brenda's hand found my
cock through my robe and Linda placed my right hand on her
clothed crotch while Trish began to feel her mother off through
her blouse.
"This is for real?...not a sick payback joke 'cause I acted like
a child by getting so jealous the other night?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?...ask me or Linda or Trish or
all of us to do what you wish...just ask..."
I kissed her back and told her to kiss Linda and Trish at the
same time. She broke from me and her and her girls went into a
passionlock kiss that even made Danni and Melanie smile as they
sat across from us at the dining room table.
"You said you're on your period now...let me see..."
Brenda bolted up and quickly pulled her pants down letting them
drop to the floor and stuck her panties in my face the bulge of
her pad showing and then with her thumbs pulled them down so I
could see her bloody Kotex.
"Satisfied?...convinced now, Will?...I'm....we're yours..."
"Linda, please drop to your knees and give your mother some
head...Trish, c'mere..."
Linda obeyed exactly as Trish slid close to me, me pulling her
closer.
"Whaddya think of your sister licking your mother's blood pussy,
little Trish?"
"I like it, Mr. Will..."
"Will..."
"I like it Will...I liked giving Linda head the other night....it
was fun!"
"Will..." Brenda spoke as Linda slurped away at her mother's
pussy from her kneeling position in front of me "...Charles took
the virginity of my oldest, but he's not going to take it from my
youngest...Melanie and Danni told me how you took Danni's
virginity when she was just six...if you will, Will, I'm asking
you to take Tricia's virginity today..."
"How' you' feel about that, Trish?"
"I'd like that, Will...Danni says you're the best...when you and
her did it for the first time, you didn't hurt her at all..."
"Her Mom also helped out then...just like your mom will help out
today...sure..."
Then it hit me. The damned appointments for all fucking
afternoon! Shit! This perfect surprise, and I'm going to have to
cut it short because of those coupon-driven sittings.
"Mel...Danni...shit...I almost forgot...those damned appointments
this afternoon...could you take care of them for me?...thanks for
this incredible surprise, my loves, by the way...."
"Taken care of, Darling...yesterday I arranged it with Connie so
she'd come in and take care of things...she wants to learn, and
this would be a good opportunity for her to start...it's not like
she can really ruin anything, she knows how to run the equipment
and she knows she can call up here and we'll run downstairs and
help if she has any problems...and you're welcome, too...you
think we'd miss joining you having fun with your surprise, do
you, husband?"
I just grinned back at her. Linda hadn't stopped her licking of
her mom, not for a second. This was going to be fun.
"Let's all towards the bedroom...Mel, Dear, get us some of old
towels and some wet washcloths...Danni, you gonna join us?"
"Sure Daddy, but you enjoy your surprise first..."
Clothes were shed like so many molting feathers of incarnations
past as we four stood at the edge of the bed, me either removing
my new playthings' clothing or having them do so themselves.
Linda was proudly wearing one of her new Tampax Juniors, the
other night being the first time she'd ever been permitted to put
one in during the photo shoot of her and her mom doing the
menstrual-discovery scene. The string was lightly pink from the
tampon having been inside her all morning.
"Up on the bed, Linda, spread your legs, and Brenda, you remove
it with your teeth, nice and slow...give me a good show..."
" Yes, Will..."
The tampon slick with Linda's young blood slid out easily.
"Trish, here, taste, chew on it..." the sweet little six-year-old
who did remind me so much of my Danni when she was that age
smiling in obedience as she did so for a moment "....now you,
Brenda...suck on it like a cock...good..." the reaching for it
and holding it like the reddish cotton prick that it was "...now
you Linda....taste your own essence..." Linda drawing it deep to
her mouth as Brenda dove down to give her daughter some head.
Brenda's ass bright red from her own menstrual flow beckoned me
as she knelt on all fours before the temple of her daughter's own
bleeding pussy. The fresh odors of freshmeat blood scampered up
my nose to a very primitive part of my brain. Danni and Melanie
sat at the foot of the bed, smiling, watching, happy I was
pleased with their surprise. I knew I couldn't last a long time,
not as excited as I was getting.
"Brenda, lay down beside Linda...good...I'm ginna fuck you both
right now, then I'm going to take little Tricia's
virginity...Mel, Danni, please take Trish and work her up for me
some, so when I'm ready her pussy'll be stretched..."
I held Brenda tenderly in my arms and kissed her as my cock
became sloppier and sloppier with her red lube. Friction was
being lost and my hard was dropping a little. Easing over to
Linda as she lay beside her mother she positioned my cock at the
entrance to her own cinnamon tunnel and with one quick push was
inside, she gasping hard for air from momentary pain then beaming
back at me while my tongue wrestled with hers inside her mouth.
The tightness of her eleven-year-old near-virginal cunt was
simply too much for me to take much longer.
"Mel...is Trish ready yet?..."
"As ready as she's ever going to be..."
"Bring her up her...Brenda, Linda, roll to either side and help
guide my cock to her pussy entrance..."
I had to curl up forward a little on my knees a little to bring
my cock high enough up to match and meet Tricia's tiny slit. Her
vaginal lips were so tiny, soooo tight. Her little sex, errrrr,
six-year-old body felt so much like Danni's the first time
Melanie persuaded me it would all right to take the virginity of
her own little girl who now would soon become mine by virtue of
her mother's and mine marriage and my subsequent adoption of her.
Brenda and Linda both scooted down to help spread Trish's tiny
cuntlips open as best they could and position the head of my cock
at the best angle possible for penetration.
"Do it now, Will, do it now!" Trish's mom barked.
With one hard but controlled push my cock eased forward an inch
then came to a dead stop. Brenda licked both her daughter's tiny
cunny and my cock in an effort to get Tricia relaxed and keep me
hard at the same time while it felt like Linda was playing with
her mom's tits. Then another push, then another inch inside her.
Tricia started crying a little. I stopped.
"Don't you dare stop, Will...this is what she, I, this is what we
all want..."
Another push and my cock was over halfway inside her. Looking
down I saw menstrual blood from her mother and sister mix with
her own virginal-released blood. Jesus what a sight. Poking more
than sliding in and out a few times the moment caught up with me
and I came. And came. And came. And came some more as Brenda and
Linda slurped and licked the essence of life residue from their
Tricia's tiniest channel and from my member as well. Melanie and
Danni joined me and Tricia in a group hug as my cock slowly
shrank from its duty done. Brenda and Linda in the meantime had
borrowed a couple of the old towels being used to catch the blood
before it could stain the sheets and were engaged in a hot, hot,
hot sixty-nine, with fingers frigging as hard and fast and
furious as they could as well as tongued not just licking and
slurping cherryred juices but making a point to show me they were
swallowing all the hemoglobin nourishment they could while doing
so.
"Does this please you, Will?..." Brenda sincerely asked between
slurps.
"Yes it does, Brenda, yes it does!..."
-30-
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this
footnote and any others who care - the above was a piece of
speculative fiction and in no way bears any semblance to the past
or prior real-life conduct of the internationally known
photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above
means to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in
any illegal activity of any kind. The above work was authored as
a protected free speech parody and fan-fiction work attempting to
honor the pioneering work of the real Will McBride.
Feel free to contact the author, PlanetDweller, at:
planet_dweller@yahoo.com
Please visit my free erotic story site at:
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Umstead Encounter
by
PlanetDweller
(mg, teen boy/young girl, first time, mutual masturbation, oral,
no penetration)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
++++++++++++++++++++++
The air smelled heavy of ozone as the storm front bullied its
way over the forest canopy. A single raindrop hit my cheek, then
another. As a crack of lightning split the sound barrier and a
rolling of thunder bellowed forth from it, an almost
mouse-squeaky cry came from a distant echo far but near
"help!...anyone, Help!....HELP!".
Raindrops began pissing on my face with increasing coverage. I
picked up my pace of walking to near-running a little, though
being hopelessly lost my internal compass normally reliable and
the woods of Umstead State Park being mapped in my mind from
walking them since childhood suddenly useless there was no
telling where or what or whom I was running to, only that a
now-more-clear voice of a small child was calling out to anyone
"...HELP!!!!".
Treetops melded into a greying to blackening sky as my ears
radared to the voice so pitifully crying out. Grabbing my
backpacker's poncho out of my daypack, my borrowed 35mm camera
was quickly covered inside a couple of extra garbage bags brought
along just for this purpose as my body was equally quickly
covered by the dank green darkness of my poncho.
"Of all days..." I couldn't help but think to myself "...I
had to pick this one to try to get photos for my Photography
Merit Badge, supposedly a crip merit badge if there ever was one,
just so I could get my Life Scout ranking before my fourteenth
birthday and almost insure my Eagle Scout designation in a couple
of years...and with a borrowed expensive 35mm camera that would
take me months to pay for if it got damaged by the rain..." my
thoughts pinging inside my brain as my legs pinged up and down a
couple of ridgelines following the now slightly fading cry for
help.
First the bike was noticed near the bottom of a steep ravine
just down the hill from where I stood. A modified child-size BMX
bike was wrapped so completely around the trunk of an not-too-old
six-inch-diameter or so water oak tree that it would have taken
two or three grown men let alone me one teenage boy to pry it
loose from its embrace of the living wood. Half-running
half-stumbling down the embankment another faint cry was heard.
"Hello...Hell-lll-ooo!!!...is anyone there?!?....help!"
"Helooooo!..." I yelled back "....I'm here, I'm coming!"
"Hurry please, help me!"
Twenty or thirty feet below the wrecked bike hugging the tree at
the very bottom of the ravine was a little girl of about eight or
nine clutching her ankle in obvious pain. The rain slowed for a
moment as the skies got darker and what was left of the afternoon
sun dropped even further behind the horizon below the clouds
making the still booming thunder even more ominous.
"Hi..." I chirped as I approached her "...I'm Billy..."
"Hi Billy..."I'm Julie....can you help me?...I'm lost, and I
think my ankle's broke..."
"Let me take a look...I do have my First Aid merit badge..."
pointing to it on my Scout jacket.
She seemed grateful as I quickly looked in her eyes to see if
she might be shocky, then scanned her over to see if she might be
injured otherwise. Except for a deep scratch on her right forearm
the only injury apparent was her left ankle which sported a deep
black angry looking bruise.
Touching it just a little she screamed "...OWWW!!!...Billy, that
hurts!"
"Sorry Julie, but I gotta see if it's broke or not..." Gently
pulling on her foot, she screamed a blooyhellmurder scream that
hurts my ears just inches away and overwhelmed the sound a nearby
lightning crack and thunderboomer as the rain picked up once
more. "Yep, I think it's broke, Julie...I gotta get you out of
this rain, here, take my poncho".
Sacrificing my body to possible hypothermia as the wind now
gustled down the sides of the ravine and the rain felt increasing
colder I helped her to her feet, she standing stork-like on one
leg as my pack was dropped and my poncho enshrouded her.
"Thanks...you're nice..." she coughed through her pain.
"We need to find shelter...and build a fire...can you walk any
at all?"
"I think so, if you help me..."
"...I noticed an outcropping up near the top of the hill where a
big boulder was sticking out of the side of the ravine...we could
use it as a windbreak and build a fire there...can you make it?"
"Can you carry me on your back?"
"I can try."
Knelling down she limped atop my back wrapping her legs around
my waist and hugging my neck as I arose too quickly almost
falling backwards before regaining my balance. Cutting a nearby
small tree down with my short machete to use as a walking stick I
slowly inched my way back up the slope towards the giant old
quartz boulder noticed on the way down. Once there we both
noticed that boulder had hidden a slight secret, a shallow
mini-cave just four or five feet deep and three or four feet high
into the hillside one side of the boulder forming the right side
of the "cave". Critters of some sort, probably a small bear or
similar, had obviously used it recently judging by the smell of
fresh shit of some sort inside but the main thing was that they
won't in there right then so we could use it. Bending down a
little in front of it I motioned for her to go on inside.
"You're not going to leave me, are you!" she exclaimed.
"No, Julie, don't worry, I just need to try find us some stuff
for a fire before the rain wets everything, I'll be right here,
just get your hinny inside the hollow for now, I'll stay in
eyesight of you, promise."
Borrowing my poncho back but giving her my emergency Scout
"Rescue Blanket", a large piece of fabricized tinfoil yes but in
an emergency like this a near-sure-cure to prevent deadly
hypothermia, she wrapped it around herself as a shudder of
shivers wracked her body for a moment. I peered in her eyes once
more which seemed to irritate her more than comfort her.
"I'm okay, Billy, okay?...please just build us a fire, please!"
Within moments an ugly but effective fire was warming us both
inside our little earthern hutch as the rain really started
pelting heavy just outside, drops splattering off the ground with
enough speed to splash back in on us sometimes.
"What happened to you, Julie?...what are you, what were you
doing out here?...how did't happen?"
"I was riding my new BMX bike with my parents on the bike trail
when our dog Fluffy started chasing sometime and my parents speed
ahead of me to try to keep from losing him and then I came to a
fork in the trail and took the wrong one and then I though I
heard them on a trail below me so I tried to shortcut through the
woods and wrecked my bike and wrecked my new bike and..." her
thoughts drifting away as her gaze shifted away from me and down
and sideways towards the fire in front of us at the entrance to
our protective cuddy.
"I'm sure you're parents are worried sick, Julie...they've
probably made it to a ranger's station by now and they've got
rescue crews looking like crazy for you..."
"...I hope, Billy, I hope..."
"...I'm sure they do...they'll find us soon...Umstead Park's not
that big and we're not that far off from a couple of trails...we
just need to stay put and they'll find us...promise..."
"...promise?..."
"...Promise!"
I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me, the rescue
blanket crinkling up chirpingly between us. Her breathing became
deeper and more regular. Our breaths soon matched in each other
in harmony as the flames from the fire eased downward towards the
forming bed of coals between us. In the distant a hoot owl
whooped his welcome to the fallen dusk which now engulfed the
arbor bastion around us, the rainclouds above us being pushed to
the east by the chilled late spring wind now billowing even unto
our protective enclave.
"The searchers will have an easier time finding us if I get a
signal fire going...the rain's stopped just enough...I'll be
right back."
Damp logs fueled by fresh redhot coals coughed up a dense smoke
mushroom cloud to the heavens which I knew could probably be seen
by low-flying airplanes or helicopters even during the night.
Easing back to the back of the cave and close to my newfound
friend the fire in front of our minicave gave focal perspective
to the smokepot fire a few feet further away out atop the damp
forest floor. The frame was set and not to be missed. Digging out
the 35mm from inside the protective garbage bag coverings no
longer needed, a few frames of the fire-on-fire we taken along
with another couple of Julie, which both amused her and gently
pissed her off.
"Billy, stop that!..." she bounced only half-jokingly.
"Okay...how's the ankle?..."
"...it hurts worse, it's beginning to ache, bad..."
"...want me to rub it?..."
"...NO!...but will you get close to me under the blanket?...I'm
getting colder..."
"...sure..."
The space blanket warmed us a little as we huddled together
underneath it but the reality was even with all our bodyheat
being trapped by it that our damp clothes were just soaking our
mutual heat and putting us at risk of going hyopthermic.
"Julie, our clothes are just too wet, we'll never get warm like
this, we're going to have to take our clothes off and let them
dry by the fire and then we'll put them back on and be
okay...until they dry, we need to hug each other close under the
blanket to stay warm..."
"You mean nekkid?...together?..." she replied with a less than
naively innocent look in her eyes.
"...yes, naked, together, next to each other, under the
blanket...either that or we might get too cold and be in
danger..."
She gazed at me for just a second suspiciously but shivering
shed her clothes as quickly as I was also doing, propping them up
on sticks as best we could near the fire. Under the silver and
orange covering of the aluminum fabric space blanket we gently
embraced, my arms pulling her close to me, her legs intertwining
with mine.
"Thank you, Billy, you're nice..."
"You're nice too, Julie, you're nice too...now sleep..."
"...my ankle's hurtin' too bad to sleep..."
"...I know..then just rest, just rest..."
Our cocoon of NASA technology saving our warmth as the cold wind
from behind the cold front that had pushed the storm on through
whistled whirlingly around us inside our earthen uterine hollow
our breathing once again matched each other's as we held each
other closer. Then, God help me it couldn't be help, my Beavis
raised itself against her body.
"What's that?..." she whispered feeling my engorging manhood
pressing against her leg.
"That?...oh...that's my...that's my cock, Julie..."
"...why is getting bigger?...."
I didn't know what to say. In all my years of jacking off to
Playboys and Penthouses and Hustlers I never had the thought of
having sex, actual real live sex with anyone other than a real
live centerfold adult woman ever crossed my mind. Even the
cuntboppers my age who let me fool around with them some but
never get passed third base didn't interest near as much as a
grown woman with nice large titties. Yet the reality of the
moment couldn't be denied. Julie, perfect little eight or nine
year old titless flat as a pancake hairless cunny Julie was naked
beside me under our blanket and my horns were a'risin'.
"...it's getting bigger because I'm excited...because you're
naked and I'm naked and we're huggin' together and it wants to
fuck your pussy..."
"...my, my pussy?..."
"...that..." I prompted as my right hand found and caressed her
tiny slit. Her expression went blank for a moment as my finger
diddled her middle.
"...you want to put your..."
"...my cock, Julie..."
"...your cock inside me...there?!?...it's too big!..."
"...I know...and you're too young, too..."
"...no I'm not!..."
"...yes, you are...that, and even if you weren't, your cunny's
still too small for my cock to fit inside it..."
"...can I see your cock better, Billy?..."
"...sure..."
Easing out from underneath the blanket I knelt before her and
stroked myself hard. Julie's eyes never broke gaze for a second.
"Suck it Julie..."
"Suck it?...no way!...why would you want me to do that?..."
"...because it feels good...tell you what...let me suck you,
your cunny, and then if you like it you can suck me..."
"...well...okay.." her expression changing as her eyes widened.
Making as much of a bed as I could from my daypack and the space
blanket I gently pushed her back towards the slopping rear of the
small cave and spread her legs wide before muffdiving headon
between her parting legs. Licking and licking for ten then
fifteen then twenty minutes and more she seemed to enjoy it,
bucking a little but not a whole lot only once in a while forcing
her tasteless except a slight salty I assumed minuscule urine
flavored cunt into my face.
"Are you enjoying this, Julie?.." I finally asked.
"Yeah, Billy, it's okay, but you say you wanna me to suck your
thing?..."
"...yeah..."
"...okay..."
Switching places she propped herself atop my outstretched legs
and began her oralling of me. The glowing light from our fire
arm's reach away outlined and highlighted the perfectly smooth
skin of her perfectly perfect young face as she strained a little
to open up wide enough to take my shaft all the way as my hands
lovingly held her cheeks between them and urged her to let me
cock go as deep inside her mouth as she could take. Then without
warning, not more than five minutes after she began, I came...and
came...and came, Julie gagging for a moment before easing up
almost hitting her head on the shallow roof on our cavehome.
"What was that?
"That was my come...my semen...what makes a baby when it's
squirted inside a woman..."
"...oh....THAT..." her voice trailing off with apparent
knowingly non-innocence as she tried to resume her sucking off of
my now deflating cock "...why did't go down, Billy?.."
"...because once a man comes, his cock goes down..."
"...forever?!!!?..."
"...no, not forever, silly..." I replied as I playfully tapped
her on the shoulder as she still straddled my outstretched legs
"...only for a while, until he can recover enough to get it back
up, usually an hour or so maybe less, then it can get back up and
he can come again..."
"...neat!..."
Reaching for her to pull her closer to me to kiss her I moved
her wrong and was rewarded with a screaming shout "...hey, Billy,
that hurt!...be careful!..." as she rolled to the ground grasping
her ankle and mumbling at me not to do it again. Getting her to
come back under the blanket with me I just held her close and
told her I was sorry for accidentally hurting her ankle, told her
over and over again.
"It's okay..."
"No, it's not okay...I a-m sorry, Julie, I'm sorry..." the
bright of the fire now had faded to the glow of dying coals.
"...I need to go get some more firewood, the fire's dying..." as
a large animal cracked some branches underpaw not too far from us
outside our cave.
"Don't leave me, Billy, don't leave me..." she implored.
"Okay, I won't, I won't, promise..."
Under the blanket my finger again found her tiny clit and slit.
It wasn't going to be denied this time. Forcing it in to the
second knuckle she gasped a little while looking directly into my
eyes and rising to meet my finger, her hand now grasping my
rising cock. Poking her loosening cunttunnel for all it was worth
tearing her hymen in the process her smallish little girl hands
grabbed my cock and squeezed and pumped it for all she could
muster our rhythm of poke and stroke in perfect timing. She
leaned even closer to me as her mouth met mine in a kiss as our
bodies melded together the flux of my come squirting between her
yin and my yang as our youthful exuberance smithed a new flesh
alloy of discovered passions and desire. Pulling my hand away for
a moment no virginal blood was scented or seen through the
twilight of the cave, only the scent of young womanhood found, so
my hand burrowed its way back under our lifegiving covering and
rested once again atop the happiest place it had ever found.
Light naps came to both of us before a gagging whiff of dank
smoke hit our nostrils at the same time, what was left of the
coals now dying to grey embers.
"Gotta do the fire, Julie.."
"Billy, don't worry about it..."
"Let me check our clothes...the fire's out now anyway...maybe
they're dry by now..."
She tried to playfully pull me back to her as I scooted the few
feet to the front of the cave to check on our homemade sticks and
wicks clothesdryer. Yep, they were dry, dammitall. Stoking the
ashes and blowing them hearth'd enough flickering light from what
unburned wood was left inside the logring fireplace to where we
could see to put on our clothes correctly, scooting back under
the blanket afterwards to cuddle once more before drifting off
the sleep.
Not sure when we feel asleep I was damn sure when we next awoke.
4AM in the frigging morning! The sounds of large humans cracking
damp twigs undeneath feet and yells of
"Julie!...Julie!!!...Julie!!!" from assorted different voices of
men and woman told me that her parents had indeed found the
ranger's station and that a search party had been organized and
yes we both had been found safe and alive, her broken ankle
aside. I scrambled out of our earthen hollow shelter and called
back to them "...we're here!....we're HERE!!!..", what looked
like a small platoon of rescuers with flashlights atop hats and
in hands all running towards us.
"Mom!...Mom, Dad, Mom!!!.." Julie cried as she tried to limp
towards her onrushing parents, she leaning against me for support
as she one-legged-hopped as best we could towards them.
"At least..." I silently thought to myself "...we had gotten
dressed before they found us...that would have been some mess
otherwise..."
I didn't know what to do next. I hadn't even asked Julie's last
name or where she lived. I definitely wanted to see her again.
But what could I do?
"Thank you..." an older man said speaking to me "...thank you
for saving my little girl..." he being obviously Julie's dad,
what I had done to protect us from the now-passed storm being
evident..."....if there's anything I can ever do..."
"Well..." I said, thinking as quickly as I could "... if you
wouldn't mind, would you please tell my Scoutmaster about how I
found your little girl, errrrr, Julie, and saved her from the
storm and cold after she broke her ankle?..."
"....certainly...sure, uuuhhhh...."
"...Billy, Billy Davidson..."
"...sure, Billy, I'd be happy to...here, write down your name
and address and phone number and I'll call you later this
week...here's my business card if you need to contact me..."
"...thank you..."
"...you just call later and tell me what you want to tell your
Scoutmaster and I'll be happy to make sure you get the
recognition you deserve...you're a brave young man, Billy..."
"...thank you again, mister,...."
"Jim Holder...and her mom there is Rebeccca...Rebecca and Jim
Holder...we live off of Maynard Road near East Cary Middle
Elementary where Julie goes to school at..."
"...can I come over and see Julie sometime after she gets back
home from the hospital and see how she's doing?..."
"...certainly, Billy, you'll always be welcome in our home as an
honored guest!..." he finished replying, my prayers nowanswered.
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Vanessa & Rachel
by
PlanetDweller
(Ff, mother/teen daughter, incest, masturbation, mutual
masturbation, slow beginning, hot end, surprise ending)
Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
~ Written in honor of my friend Vanessa, who gave me the
inspiration for this story ~
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(Grunt...grunt....pant, pant...grunt,
grunt...pant....pant...pant, grunt, pant.......)
Sometimes I just forget that I'm thirty-eight years old, like
when I jog up the hill to our apartment complex's residents' gym
do my workouts then jog back home, yeah, especially that jog back
home that's when my legs and back and other various parts of my
body really start telling me their age - Sigh - .
But for someone getting ready to bump middle age I look damn
good and usually feel much younger. My still-pert 36C's can still
pass the "pencil test" (where you place a pencil under a breast
and if it's firm and pert enough the pencil won't get caught in
the folds of flesh but will hit the ground instead) and what few
grey hairs are creeping in are taken care of care of Loving Care.
Still when men know you're racing past thirty-something and are a
single mom and have a teen-age daughter at home it's damn hard to
find anything with three legs worth dating who's interested in
dating you. So to try to burn off energy erotique and energy in
general the gym has become my friend, that and my "little red
buddy" vibrator.
Last week for a couple of reasons was especially hard. First, I
actually went on a date with an apparently single straight guy my
age, one of half a dozen or so my age actually left in this town
and things clicked really well and I was gonna give him some
after our date ended at a respectable two a.m. that Friday night
but then he blanched and turned tail and ran like the little boy
he apparently was when I mentioned to him I was on my period
albeit the last day or so and the flow wouldn't be that messy.
Coward. Squeamish coward. Fuck him. Wish I could have but oh
well. Then an incident happened the following day I'm still not
sure about, still not sure if even talking about it is a good
idea but I do need to get it off my chest.
Morning broke early five hours after I staggered in half-drunk
and totally horny and beyond pissed off at my so-called date
dumped me at my doorsteep, with Rachel my fifteen-year-old
daughter rinsing and loading the dirty dishes accumulated in the
sink from the past couple of days into the dishwasher and then
cranking it full-blast along with running a load of clothes in
the laundry kiosk sharing a wall adjacent to my bedroom and
running the vacuum cleaner in the foyer outside my bedroom. At
least I'm lucky to have a teen-ager that actually does housework
without being asked.
"Rach...Rachel...what are you doing Hon'?"
"Oh sorry Mom, I didn't even think you were here, I thought you'd
be out jogging or up at the gym by now..."
"...Uhhhh..."
"...Sorry Mom...looks like you had a rough night...can I get you
a V8?"
"Yeah, Sweetie, thank you, and put a splash of vodka in it, will
ya?, thanks..."
I had to look a sight my complexion looking like death warmed
over and wearing my usual almost never washed long teeshirt I
usually wore as a nightshirt around the house, my Baby having
begun insisting I wear some sort of clothes around the house a
couple of years ago even though it had been her and me only for
the past many years after her dad and I divorced, mainly in case
her friends stopped by the reason given but probably relating to
her teen-ager's rising sense of modesty more than anything.
"Here Mom...I'm going up to the pool beside the gym when
housework's finished in a bit...Jason and Kim and Tony are going
to meet Sarah and I up there in an hour or so...wanna walk with
me up there?..."
The cold V8 mixed with the hot tang of the Popov felt good
hitting my cottonmouthed-mouth.
"Yeah, Hon'...let me grab a quick shower and change and help you
finish stuff and then we'll go up together..."
Our apartment complex off of The Parkway is very expensive, very
nice and usually very safe but even in broad daylight a
budded-out fifteen-year-old girl in a bikini like I used to wear
when I was fifteen years younger might still be a target of
opportunity to some creep and Rachel is and always be my baby so
I was happy to walk up there with her.
"Didn't work out with Scott last night, hu, Mom?"
"Nope...he was afraid of that last little trace of my period last
night and wouldn't even let me give him a...well, sorry
Dear...let's just say he wasn't the man I thought he was..."
"It's okay Mom, I understand..."
"I know you do, Baby..."
She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs at the pool next
to her friend Sarah from school who lived in the same complex
with us as I walked past the pool and on around the management
office to the gym in the basement area underneath. Bill and
Tomas, two nice young guys who were brothers and software
engineers recently immigrated from Israel and who worked out even
more than I did so we saw each other frequently were sharing a
weight bench but no one else was in the gym save us. Saturday
mornings are nice that way. I plopped my towel on the seat of one
of the stationary bikes and began to pedal, hard, trying to burn
off some of the pent-up unmet expectations from the night before.
Bill got a page and had to leave for some reason so Tomas asked
me to help him finish his reps by being his spotter, I agreeing
if he'd spot me while I did the freeweights on the bench. Tomas
was tall for an Israeli, over six three, and handsome as the
devil but I knew there could never be a chance with us because
during a casual conversation one time they both mentioned they
never dated outside of their faith. That's cool. But the smell of
his sweat was making me hot, so damn hot.
"Thanks for helping me out, Tomas, see you soon!..."
"No, thank you, Vanessa, 'good working out with you!"
I had to get out of the there before I jumped his bones. Still
too much energy left. Jogging through the complex just to burn
some more calories and frustration I couldn't help but notice
Bill in the doorway of his corner apartment in a passionate
embrace with some raven-haired fashion model-thin beauty their
tongues wrestling their hands on each other's buttcheeks. Shit.
The last thing I needed to see.
"See you later Mom!" my Rachel waved to me from her recliner as I
jogged past the fence around the pool and down the hill to head
back home. I was so horny I could have fucked a goat. Time for
the medicine bag.
Locking the door behind me and turning the blinds more closed so
no one could see in easily, I grabbed a Bud from the fridge and
my Dr. Feelgood's medicine bag which is actually an old Crown
Royal pull-string bottle cover where I keep the "supplies"
normally used only when I'm PMS'ing from hell and prefer to toke
up a little as opposed to killing someone at random.
Tap tap tap, tap the old burned ashes out from the solid brass
cig-pipe, tamp tamp tamp the fresh pot in. Stee-rike the lighter
the flame hits the thicker blunt end dee-raw the heat in
smeee-oooke full of Mother Nature's miracle healtive releasing
tensions and frustrations and fears and cares and whogivesashits
with every puff. Seee-ip, slurp slurp slurp another couple of
hits from the cold Bud while lying down on our old but
comfortable couch then prwwweffff preffff another couple of hits
from the pipe then aaaaaahhhhhhh.
Let's see what's on cable. It's Saturday morning for Chris'
sakes, nothing's going to be on fucking cable, no flesh at least,
not even on Cinemax. Time for another Bud and 'nother refresh of
the pipe. Oh yeah, time for some porn too. Rachel won't be back
for hours and I've got the deadbolt on the door anyway so that'll
give me time enough to cut the VCR off and put my pot up just in
case she has friends with her. Let's see what we wanna
watch..."Anal Ecstasy"...nah, seen that too many times..."Titanic
Comes"...nah, too hokey...oh yeah, this'll be good "Coming In
America", just a four hour tape of excerpts from other tapes of
nothing but super-hot sex of all kinds with hot come shots at the
end of each. Now where's "little red"...oh yeah, in the
bathroom...I used him the shower last time he was needed a couple
of weeks back.
Aaaahhhhhh. This nice. Nice threesome on the tee-vee too. Damn
how can one guy cover two women in come like that, where on earth
does he get that kind of volume from. A dddeeeeepppppp draw and a
lllonnngggg swig. My sweaty gym shorts are peeled down to my
knees and my top peeled up past my boobs as I shove "little red"
inside me and turn him on full blast as my hands roam to my
breasts and squeeze and play with them and pull and tug on my
nipples then one hand stays while one hand roams down flinging my
trusty old plastic friend out of me my fingers replacing him
inside me while the rest of my hand does its thing to my clit.
Two couples are going at now on the tape while the pot really
does go to my head and all of a sudden I'm out of my body looking
down at me just working myself over like the horny slut I am
from a new perspective up near the ceiling. Damn, this has never
happened to me before. Grabbing hold of a blade of the ceiling
fan to keep from floating away I just watch myself now totally
nude on the couch buckle my knees up and with both hands begin a
furious two-hand frig and masturbation of myself, my mouth
opening in passion's desire as my eyes close and then fucking
"Wham!!!!" my consciousness is slammed back into my body as my
orgasm rises and I fall into a peaceful slumber.
Moments upon moments of restful needed rest and recuperation
from my desires spent now stirred by my hand stirring my
still-wet pussy which then tells my mind to wake a little and my
eyes to open enough to be able to watch and appreciate what my
body's going to do to please itself whether I want it to or not.
Eyes cracking upon just a hairslit are meet by the stare of
another pair of eyes as a form comes into shape standing above
me. Rachel!
"Jesus Mom, if you had needed a guy that bad I would have asked
Jason if he'd screw you...at least it would have been a real cock
and not your hands...Jesus, Mom!!!..."
How the fuck did she get in? I knew I had latched the door. I
struggled for words but they had a hard time escaping my lips.
"Ra...Rach....Rachel..."
"What Mom?" she replied with scolding face.
"How long have you been there?...I mean here?..."
"...long enough to see you nearly rape yourself with your
hands..."
"...I...now Rachel...I was just....just....."
"...just what, Mom?...masturbating?..."
"...Why yes young lady I was...and there's nothing wrong with
that...like you haven't played with yourself, Missy..." words
came sarcastically scolding back at my one and only precious
daughter.
When we had our "facts of life" talk I had tried to talk with her
about masturbation and even had a photo book that showed girls do
it but she freaked on me a little back then and didn't want to
see any more of it, running out of the room and making me promise
I wouldn't try to show it to her again.
"I've never masturbated in my life, you know that, Mother..."
came a tone with the word "mother" stressed that meant she was
serious.
"...and why not?...like I tried to tell you all those years
ago..."
"...yeah, yeah I know, masturbation's harmless..."
"...it is!..."
"...and masturbation is preferable to casual sex and mutual
masturbation is preferable to unprotected sex even with a
monogamous partner and yadda yadda yadda...I remember the drill
you gave me when I was ten, Mother..."
"...good...so drop your tone of disapproval with me, young
lassy!..." my use of the word "lassy" being equally irritating to
her as her use of the formal term "mother" was to me "...I
didn't hurt anyone just doing what I did including myself...in
fact, I made myself feel good, very very good indeed..."
"Yeah, I know, it looked like you were having lots of fun, it
really did..."
Knock me over with that cliché feather. My right hand was still
between my open legs and unconsciously rubbing my pussy. Rachel
was still standing next to the back of the couch in the walkway
between the couch and the kitchenette area. My eyes focused now
on her left hand which was gently cupping her right boob.
"It was tons of fun, kiddo..." long pause as our eyes bore in on
each other's "...wanna talk about something?...anything?"
"Yeah, kinda..." replying as she eased around the end of the
couch and sat down beside me as I pulled my legs to me a little
tighter to give her room to sit down next to me "...it's
just...just..."
"...Just what, Baby?..."
"...I've been having all these feelings, Mom, feelings you told
me I'd start having sooner or later..."
"Uh-hu"
"...and watching you...watching you play with
yourself...it...it......it made me so hot, so damn horny,Mamma!"
"It's okay Baby, it's okay..." pulling her to me in a motherly
embrace as I scooted up a little and she leaned over to me as I
continued to lie half-prone on the couch, her sweet face coming
to rest perfectly on my left breast "...we all, all us girls have
these feelings, Hon'..."
"...but Mama, I'm not a lesbian, I swear I'm not!..."
"...I know you're not, Honey...I'm not either...but knowing you
watched me masturbate and then you got hot watching me, that
makes ME so hot, Honey!"
"It does Mama, really?"
"Yes Baby it really does..."
Her soft breath caressing the slightly age-worn flesh of my
breast wasn't making me any less hot, either. God what I wanted
to do to her. God help me, the things that raced through my mind
wishing we could do together.
"Mama?"
"Yes Dear?"
"Teach me how to masturbate...like you were doing...teach
me...please..."
"Sure Darling...sure" God, I thought she'd never ask "...let's go
to my bedroom..."
Pulling her close to my hands reached around and untied the knot
that held her string bikini top on the useless bit of fabric
falling to the floor at our feet. My lips found hers but I
deliberately kept my tongue inside my mouth as much as I wanted
to do differently.
"Mama, I'm...not a lesbian..."
"I know Baby...but this is different...it's just us, you and me,
Baby...just relax...just relax and Mama will show you all you
want to know..."
Her thumbs found the string sides to her bikini bottom and found
the carpet as well. Her arms wrapped around me and mine hers and
then her tongue slipped between my lips. Fluid leaked from my
pussy down my thighs. Her hand found my pubis and my fingers in
turn gently parted her barely furred patch, her own wetness
covering my fingers, my hand going from her cunny to between our
lips, she savoring the aroma and taste of her own juices as much
as I was.
"Mama, show me, show me...please..."
The love of my life, the reason I put up with all the bullshit
at work and all the worries and woes of life and have for some
many years took my hand and lead me the three steps from where we
stood at the footboard of my bed to the edge of it scooting up
lying down splaying her legs open for me.
"What would you like to do...eeerrrr...I mean, what would you
like me to show you, Baby?"
"Anything you want, Mama, anything you want..."
I knelt beside her my mouth finding a hardening nipple as my
hand found her slit and my middle finger slipped inside her
beginning its slow rhythmic penetrative frig of my perfect even
for a fifteen-year-old fifteen-year-old. My mouth switched
breasts and she gasped as she rotated her hips to my the force of
my hand and now two fingers inside her.
"Mama!...Mama!...Mama!..." she cried as tears of happiness follow
the roundness of her perfect cheeks dripping to my pillows which
cradled her head.
"Yes My Darling?"
"That's so...so...so wonderful!"
"Yes it is, isn't it, Baby?"
"Mama!...ma-a-muhhh" her voice trailing off as the ring finger of
the hand I was frigging her with slipped inside her anal bud
while the other fingers stayed inside her vagina and my mouth now
found hers our passions arisen having burned away all pretense of
anything less than the truth of the moment.
"What would my Honey like to do?" words said between gentle
tongue wrestles.
"Show me how to masturbate, Mama..."
"I thought I was, Hon'..."
"No, really..."
"O-kee..."
My body gently peeled away from hers as my fingers slid out, we
enjoying a mutual tasting and kiss of them as I did, and flopped
down on the pillow beside her as my legs spread and one hand
found my clit while the other began its usual nipple and breast
play. Kneeling beside me she smiled a happier smile I've never
seen before in all those fifteen years before.
"Why do you have one hand on your pussy and the other on your
tits?"
"Because it feels good to me..."
"But on the couch earlier, you had two hands on it..."
"...and if you had come in earlier than you did, you would have
seen me start off with just one hand on my pussy and one hand on
my tits, which is normally how I masturbate, Dear...how did you
get in past the deadlatch, by the way?...c'mon, let's concentrate
on you...you lie back down and we'll find out what makes you feel
good..."
My hands roamed her entire body first, giving her a slow and
sweet and methodical massage literally from head to toe. Her eyes
closed and her breathing became deep and regular. My hands
massaged her feet and her smile became an almost grin. Then her
calves, then her thighs and up to her tummy and shoulders and
neck and face. Content. For and from both of us. Loving my Baby.
Then her breasts, one breast at a time with both my hands almost
like I was giving her a breast exam checking for lumps except a
bit more sensual. Then letting my breasts hang and trace down
from hers to her triangle where her clit was gently rubbed with
my hard and erect nipples. Aaaahhhhh. Then one hand then two on
her pussy.
"Mama?"
"Yes Hon'?"
"Please rub on my titties with one hand and play with my clit
with the other like you did earlier, please?"
"Sure Honey..."
She propped her legs up and spread them wide for my motherly
touch of her cunt. My free hand playfully squeezed and molded
each breast in turn. She was enjoying. I wanted her to come.
"Let your hand join mine at your pussy, Darling, and let's let
you have your first come by masturbation..."
"Okay, Mama..."
Her right hand slipped under mine. My fingers atwined atop hers
as we concentrated on rubbing up and down with a bit of sideways
action atop her clit and down her slit some as well. Her pupils
began dilating and her breathing became heavier and deeper.
"Oh...oh Mama!..."
"Yes Darling?"
"That...that...that feels sssooooo good!"
"....yes Baby, I know it does..."
"...Mama?..."
"...can I help you masturbate after you help me?..."
"...yes Baby...sure Honey, I'd like that...after I help you come
first..."
With that my fingers dove deep inside her once again as I left
her own fingers millimeters away at her clit and began a furious
deep-pumping hard frig of her. Thirty then sixty second of my
tongue cleaning her tonsils while my fingertips cleaned her
cervix and sliding my mouth down cleaned her nipples and then her
rolling orgasm began at the top of her head and shook her entire
body as it moved the entire bed like an earthquake epicenter
tossing and turning any and everything in its wake, her hand
grasping mine as she urged with beyond lustful silence deeper!
Harder! Faster! her eyeballs literally rolling backwards inside
her eyesockets only the white of the underside of them being
shown to my own lustful gaze her orgasm being that strong her
body going limp my lips giving her sweetest kisses all over.
We lay in the cool dim of my, our, bedroom for a few moments our
hands lazily skinning atop the flesh of each other as her
eyeballs finally window-shaded back down to where my gaze could
meet hers. We just smiled and cooed sweet nothings to each other
for a while as our lips lightly kissed as our fingers lightly
touched.
"Can I help you masturbate now, Mama?"
"Sure Baby...you know how much I want you too..."
Truth was I was so spent from passions given my energy level had
anything left for passions to receive. But no way was my Baby
going to be disappointed.
"Is this right, Mama?..." she asked with concerned whisper as her
hand slipped down to my clit and lips and her other one began its
vigorous mauling of my tits.
"Yes Baby, that's perfect..."
"You tell me if you want anything different, okay?..."
"...I will Baby, I will..."
Except for a kissing session with my best girlfriend back in
ninth grade I had never touched another female, ever. Never even
really thought about it even though I'd been propositioned by
lesbians a couple of times. But now the flesh of my flesh, the
blood of my blood was touching me in places and in ways that few
men had ever touched or done and I couldn't have been happier.
"Mama, your come is leaking all over my hand!..." she exclaimed
with playful glee as my G-spot come sprung from its well deep
inside my vagina saturating her fingers and hand as her
masturbation of me continued.
"Yes Baby, that's from my G-spot, I'll show you how to work yours
later or another time, it's a sign that I'm really enjoying
myself..."
"You must be Mama, to be coming this much..."
"Yes, Baby, I am...I am..." exhaling deeply with happy sigh as I
closed my eyes and my body became heavy and the touch of my
lovely daughter faded into a light sleep and easy dream.
And then sleep. Perfect sleep. Shit, I could have kicked myself.
Falling asleep on my lover nee' daughter, Rachel. Damn. What
a...well, what a near-middle-age person, what a sign I wasn't a
spring chicken anymore. I just hope she would understand and not
be mad at me that Morpheus had embraced me so unexpectedly and
inopportunely.
"Mom!...Ma-a-a-a-a-mmmm!"
What the hell?
"Mom, c'mon, let me in, you deadlatched the door again!...let me
in Mom, please!....I know you're in there!" noises came from
somewhere, somewhere not in my conscious realm. Or my unconscious
one, either.
My eyes opened fully and the ceiling fan above the couch came
into focus as my hands rubbed my eyes and then found their way
down to my crotch where "little red" was still inside me but
silent, his batteries having died. Typical male. Pulling
little-red out from inside me and my shorts up and top down
covering myself just in case she had a friend or two with her and
sliding my plastic-man under the couch I half-stepped the five or
so steps to the front door pulling the hardlatch away from the
hotel-style deadlatch knob and turning the deadbolt to let my
daughter in. Sauntering in a little damp from a last splash in
the pool before coming home, she turned fished a Coke from the
fridge and sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her
bading me to sit down beside her.
"Mom...I'm almost sixteen...will be in two months..."
"Yes Honey?..."
"Can we have that talk about masturbation now, the one you've
always wanted to have with me?"
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