Message-ID: <58182asstr$1223464201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: q26g2000prq.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: trukin_fool <trukin_fool@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <85c6d1d3-560e-41c1-af41-5d593e98da37@q26g2000prq.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 19:24:12 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: q26g2000prq.googlegroups.com; posting-host=24.240.82.33; posting-account=n9ntkAoAAAA9NgSmpvQR4e1mKeZlStRa User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0; SLCC1; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; Media Center PC 5.0; .NET CLR 3.0.04506),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 12:24:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} (story) Meeting the jacksons1 Lines: 417 Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2008 07:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/58182> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings. Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your, country, state, municipality, or neighborhood, please delete this story. Thank You, trukin_fool Jack Jackson: father/husband35 BobbySue Jackson: Wife/mother 34 Dan Jackson: Son 15 Jolene Jackson: Daughter 16 Bob Branding: Me 32 I met the Jacksons, sheerly by accident. A vast amount of coincidences, and cosmic influences have left me with memories more than anyone could have possibly imagined. I had rented the beach house, to releive myself, from the stress and anger of my recent divorce. A good friend of mine, had wanted my ex and I to buy it from him. Now it was sitting vacant almost all year. He had no time to enjoy it, and he couldn't really trust too many people to use it, without demolishing the place. The place is situated right on the beach, on the east coast of florida. Although the beach is considered public property, there is little room between this house, and the ones next to it. Actuall only a wooden sidewalk for beach access, separates the house, on either side from the others. My first day there, I noticed an older couple stayed on one side, while on the other side a family of four, lived next door. That being, a father, mother and two younger teens. I met Dan the son, the minute I walked out on the beach. He was about fifteen, and we talked a little. He knew I would be there, as my buddy had recently phoned them, and alerted them that I had permission to be there. Dan told me about how the beach patrol, kept an eye on the place, and only after ten o'clock, did they curtail their rounds. If skinny dipping was my thing, I should wait until after ten to do it, for fear of a public indecency ticket being levied against me. His Dad worked at the local distibution center, that was part of the corporation I worked for back home. I was an office jock, and never thought about the menial labor tasks being done outside of my corporate office, even though I worked in transpotation. Jack was a night shift foreman, his wife and kids had moved here from eastern Kentucky, where they had lived their entire lives, before moving here five years ago. Dan's mom didn't work, and she spent everyday enjoying the benefits of her husbands job, in Florida. His sister, who's name was Jolene, was a sophmore in high school, while Dan was just a freshman. Neither could wait until spring break which started this weekend. That was only three days away. Hopefully I could put my amateur photography skills to use, on the wild women who would be sunbathing here. That night I watched a little TV, while listening to the calm ocean surf, slpashing up on shore in the distance. The older couple on one side of me were very hard of hearing, becuase I heard them shouting at each other until ten thirty. After the nightime news was done, their lights went off, and it became quiet. I too decided to go to bed. The surf, as if on cue, began to slow and only a slight ripple of water could be heard in the distance. I laid down, and thought peaceful thoughts, until I was listening to the unmistakeable sounds of a woman moaning. Thinking that there might be a woman in distress, I crawled out of bed quickly, and scanned the dark beach. With flashlight in hand, I headed outside. I stopped to listen, but all was quiet. As I walked to my door, I again heard moaning, and soft talking. It was coming from the house next door. Thinking that someone may have been injured, or in pain, I walked softly up the wooden sidewalk. To my astonishment, it was not the sounds of pain that I heard, but the sounds of bliss. Sexual bliss, at that. I ventured closer to their house, and noticed the curtains blowing open a little, on the window facing the wooden path. The night was overcast, and I could see the faint light, eminating from the window, as the sea breeze blew the curtain open a liitle at a time. I was definitely curious, about how anyone could be making that noise, because Jack should have been working, according to his son. Peering in through the crack in the curtain as it sway with the breeze, I was stunned at the sight of an amorous laison. Dan and his mother, were involved in a sexual embrace, and She was becoming very loud again. She was definitely enjoying his attention. Before long, Dan and his mother switched positions, and he was kneeling behind her She was on her hands and knees, taking him from behind. Shortly after that, I watched him stiffen, and groan. His mother was grunting, as her son buried himself deep while he ejaculated into her. Soon both were collapsing on the bed, while heaving, and gasping for air. They were both completely spent, and both were covered in a sheen of sweat, illuminated by the small glow of the nightstand light. "That was great Mama." Dan said, still gasping for air. "But when do I get Jolene? You said soon." "Papa ain't done with her yet, boy." His mother replied, in a long southern drawl. "He's the head of this here household, and he gets the privilage of takin her cherry. He's only got her warmed up, so far. Don't worry none, Cousin Betty will be here this weekend, and she's been told, that you're gonna take care of her, in place of her Papa, who died last year." I was shocked that this family, was still practicing incest like I'd often heard about, in the hill country of Tennessee, and Kentucky. I quickly ducked away, and returned to my own beach house, with a raging hardon from watching the two incestuous lovers. It was apparant that the whole family was in on the plan. The next morning, I was up early, walking the beach, and scouting out, the most suitable place, for swimming and sunning. There was a small alcove, about a hundred yards down the beach, that was hidden by tall grass, and an outcrop of trees. This, I thought, would be an excellent place for the spring break crowd, to hide and make out if they so desired. After breakfast, I dressed and went to visit the corporate wharehouse. I needed to find out more about the company anyway, and this would give me a perfect opportunity, to see the fuctions, and the shipping operations first hand. Upon my arrival, I flashed my company ID card to the guard and was quickly admitted. The guard called the office, and I was met by two top executives, who were more than willing to show me around. After the tour, the two men invited me to lunch. Both were very friendly, and overly helpfull to answer any of my questions. "So Bob." One man asked. "What's corporate sending you down here for? Something going on?" "Yeah." The other interjected. "Who's getting canned now?" In the corporate world, it's not uncommon for the front office to send investigators from the head office, to fire and replace people who aren't quite pulling their weight. These two assumed that it was my job to do so. "Oh, I'm just having a look see." I answered, trying to be as vague as possible. "You know we've been pulling our weight, and we've always sent everything possible, to keep up with the orders." The first guy volunteered. I smiled, not letting them know that the only reason for being here was just curiousity. I waited for one or the other, to let a screwup slip, and blame someone else for it. "That Tras Continent shipment last month, was because we didn't have the product in stock." One offered. "And besides, our warehouse forman was sick. He didn't do his job." "Day shift or night shift?" I questioned, remembering that Dan's father worked night shift. "Well uh, it was the day shift guy. He's been sick quite often lately." They spoke in almost perfect unity. "Hmmm." I said, feigning concentration. "I'll have to check it out." Both men sighed in relief, realizing their jobs were still probably secure, because of the blame they placed on someone else. "Maybe, this afternoon, I'll just walk around, and get to know the people here. Alone if you don't mind." Both men readily agreed, and we returned to the warehouse. I spent sometime watching the workers go through their paces, and when the second shift arrived, I made a fake appraisal of their operation also. I met Jack, who was in charge of nightshift, and introduced myself to him. Nervously, he showed me invoices, and the operations shipping office. "How long you been here Jack?" I asked. "Wahl, it's been almost five years." He said timidly, in the long summer drawl his family still used. "Been doing a good job for the company?" I asked. "Yessar. I been doing everyting I kin. Nearly always on time too sah." He replied. "Good, good." I said, ignoring him for effect, before heading to the door. "Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow night, and we can talk. OK?" "Yessar." He replied, hastily following me. That night, I finally got to see Dan's sister. She was skinny ,but had a nice set of boobs on her. She would soon be reaching her mothers size, I thought to myself. Later that night, the same scenario played out, in their beach house. Dan was again banging his Mom, and his sister was nowhere to be found. The next morning I called Phil, my boss back at the head office. "Hey Phil? I've got a problem. I'm down here at the company distribution center, and I kinda like it here. I've visited the place, and know it can be run smoother than it is." I had a degree in transportation, and Phil knew I could take another job with the competition, anytime I wanted. He became an avid listener. "And you'd like to oversee the operation?" He asked hesitantly. "Well actually not from there." I answered. "You mean you want to take over the distribution center?" He asked. "You're a little above that, aren't you?" He realized that with my education, I was picked to head up the entire shipping and recieving process, but didn't dare lose me to another company either. "Well? I figure that a little first hand knowlege, I could be enlightening myself. Hands on, so to speak." I stated. "Let me run it past JR, one time. I don't know why, but I'm sure it would be no problem. Call me in an hour." He answered, then hung up. I ate breakfast, thinking about how nice it would be, laying on the beach every night, and working with the real backbone of our company. Later I called, and Phil was sort of distraught. "What's the word Phil?" I asked. "JR really thinks you'd be better here, besides he doesn't have a replacement for you. You know, someone who could remedy the SNAFU that you take care of every month." "Iv'e got the perfect person." I answered. "It's the warehouse manager here. I think it'd be good for him to get some corporate office experience anyway. We could do it on a six month internship, provided we take stock after that. I think it would be a win win situation." I said. "Sounds good to me, if it's only a six month trial period." I heard JR in the background, on the speaker phone. "Make it happen Bob." "I'll take care of this end right away, and I'll have him to you next Monday." I said, hanging up. I called George, the distriution manager, and scheduled a meeting for lunch. He and his sidekick showed up together. "George? I've got a proposition for you." I said as he sat nervously, thinking his job was again on the chopping block. "I'm taking over here tomorrow. Meanwhile, you can train me on the inner workings. Next Monday, you'll be interning at corporate, under Phil. It'll be a six mounth stint, and you can learn the intricacies of my job. What do you think?" At first he stared blankly at me, until he realized what an opportunity he had just been given. Shaking my hand quickly, he agreed. I wanted to find out more about my neighbors, and now I had my chance. I was still on my sabatical, but had the run of the DC also. That afternoon, I happened to be by my SUV, when Jack was leaving for work. His eyes raised, and his mouth fell open, as I greeted him. "Guess I'll be seeing a lot more of you in the future." I said smiling graciously. "What say?" He asked. I'll be taking over operations down here, and George will be moving to corporate headquarters for about six months. I need to learn who works and who doesn't. I'll also be watching to see who earns a promotion and who gets left out." I said, waiting for a rise out of him. Jack stood there stunned, and wondering about what I had just said. "Tonight I'm having a cookout with some neighbors." I added. "Why don't you and the family stop over?" I paused for a moment, as I let that soak in. "Oh that's right. You'll be working. Aw that's OK, they can still come and meet me, say around seven?" Jack walked away, trying to make sense of why I had invited his family, even though he had to work. He was too afraid to argue with me. That night, I prepared a lavish spread, although most of it was catered. I knew the only ones who would show up were my next door neighbors on both sides. The old couple, Ken and Linda Smith, were punctual as I'd expected. We chatted about where they were from originally, and around fifteen minutes later, the jacksons showed up on my patio. Bobbisue was a sight. Her shoulder length hair was pulled up into a bun, and her face was free of makeup. She wore a light summer dress, that was too baggy to show off her feminine charms. Dan was wearing light bermuda shorts, and a tshirt. The daughter was every perverts wet dream. She was small framed, with high cheek bones, and a tiny slim body. Her tits were that of her mothers, as I had seen the previous night, and her ass was just beginning to show that womanly swell. Her hair was long, about waist length, and her skin was alabaster, unlike the normal beach bunnies I'd figured on. She was shy, and her name was Jolene. "Welcome to my new place." I said, greeting them with a hearty smile. "I hope to get to know you all very well, while I'm here." For the next hour, we all sat and talked about the upcoming spring break, and how it would affect the beach. Everyone ate and sipped the white wine I had ordered for the occasion. Getting close to eight oclock, as I had again planned, the Smiths begged my forgiveness, and wanted to leave. Bidding them farewell, I turned to concentrate on my other neighbors. Dan and Bobbi were talking softly, as Jolene stared aimlessly at the beach. "Boy." I said, startling the others. "I'm so glad they're gone. I had to invite them, but not by choice. It was the neighborly thing to do." Bobbie smiled and nodded her agreement, while Dan and Jolene remained tongue tied. "Jack tells me you've been here five years right?" I asked. "Yes we have." Bobbi answered softly. "Plan on staying here? Or are you planning to someday leave, and go back home?" I asked. "We ...we were planning on staying here." Bobbie answered, wringing her hands nervously. Dan and Jolene, were both paying close attention to our conversation. "Well, that's fine. As long as Jack does his job, and you all treat me nice, we shouldn't have any problems then. Should we?" I asked brazenly. "N ...no sir." Bobbie answered, lowering her head submissively. I assumed, she and both the children had caught my drift. "Oh, I see we're out of wine. How about you go with me to get more? I'm not well aquainted yet around here, and you can show me around." Visibly quivering, Bobbie stood and waited. "I'll go." Dan offered, trying to protect his mother. "Make you a deal." I said. "Ever play Xbox?" Dan shook his head bewildered. "It's hooked up to the TV in the house, you can play while Jolene keeps an eye on the house. We'll be right back." I offered. Excitedly, Dan ran into the house, and was no longer concerned about his mother. "Keep an eye on the old place." I said to Jolene, as I put my arm around her mother, and led her away. "Where to?" I asked as I drove out of the driveway. Bobbie pointed to the left, and we were off. "So. You you've got two great kids." I said, trying to relieve the tension. "Are you going to try for more?" Bobbie froze at my blunt question, but answered anyways. "Maybe. It depends on Jack. He don't think he's able to have any more." "Well you sure are young enough, and you have a very sexy body. I think two or maybe three more would suit you." I said. "I've always wanted a big family, but Jack ...." Bobbie murmurred. "So what's wrong with Jack?" I asked. "When he first started, he hurt himself. He thinks he's not able to get me pregnant." She mumbled some more. "How'd that happen?" I asked, now feeling sorry for her. "He was lifting a big crate, and he strained himself. The doctors said he may not be able to ...." She said quietly answering my question. "Well? Have you been trying?" I asked in an honest tone. "Yes sir. We've tried everyway now." She replied. "Maybe he's sterile after all." I said, pulling into the liquor store parking lot. "And that's why you've been trying with Dan." She became speechless, and froze at my accusation. "I'll be right back." I said, leaving her to think about my last statement. I bought a bottle of white wine, and a small bottle of one ninety proof, grain alcohol. "Look, I know what you've been doing. I even have pictures of you two in bed, from last night." I said, lying to her. I handed her the small bottle, still wrapped in the bag. "Take a drink. It'll settle your nerves, and you can tell me everything, or Jack gets fired, fpr allowing things like that to happen. It's a simple deal." She began to protest, but I just pointed to the bottle, and remained silent. Bobbie opened the bottle as we began the drive back home. Her first sip make her choke, and gag. "It's a little like moonshine." I said. "After the first few swallows, you'll get used to it." She was a trooper. I knew she was extremely nervous, because the next sip became a large gulp, and then two more, after that. Replacing the cap on the bottle, she handed it back to me. In the next half mile, she began to fan herself rapidly. The alcohol had heated her up, from the stomach out. By the time I reached the beach house, Bobbie was more relaxed. The wine she drank earlier, now mixed with the almost pure alcohol, was working well. I helped her to the lounge chair, and went to check on her two children. Dan and Jolene were both so busy playing with the Xbox, they hardly noticed our return. I poured each a glass of wine, with a shot of the grain alcohol added. "Here you two go." I said, handing each their glasses. Both were so engrossed in the game, they hardly realized what I handed them, and began to sip the drinks unconsciously. I then returned to the patio. By now, Bobbie was well relaxed. She stared at the moon, shining over the water. She was oblivious to me until I spoke. "So tell me. How did this all start, between you and San?" At first she was startled at my question, but soon with the alcohol giving her courage, she remained gazing at the moon, and began to speak. "After Dan hurt himself, he couldn't perform at all. I was lonely, and needed someone to hold. One thing led to another, and soon Dan began to sleep with me. It was all innocent at first. I should have stopped him, but he was curious, and I was very lonely...." "So he made the first move?" I asked, gaining an erection. "I ...I think we both did." She said softly. "Please don't fire Jack. He doesn't know, and It would kill him." She askd, staring nervously into my eyes. "I'll do anything, so that he don't find out." "Well in the first place." I explained. "You and Dan are not supposed to be doing things like that. In the second place, Jack must know what's going on, not to mention Jolene. She isn't as innocent as she acts, is she?" "Our families have always been very close." She sighed. "Tell me how this all started then." I demanded. "Jacks Mother taught him about women, and my Grandpa showed me when I was twelve. My father died, when I was a baby." "So Jack hasn't had the opportunity to teach Jolene?" I asked, being surprised. "Since Jack hurt himself, he doesn't .... well he don't .... uh, you know?" She said, nearly crying. I assumed that whatever happened to Jack, left him either sterile or impotent, or both. "Then what you're saying is, because of the company, your husband hasn't been able to function at all?" I asked, feeling sorry for Bobbie. "He's had two operations, and he's been checked, but nothing has helped." She said, as tears rolled down her cheeks. After careful deliberation, I offered a solution. "Well if it's the company's fault, you should get some kind of settlement out of the deal." I offered, sitting on the lounge, next to her. Nervously she looked at me, with an inquiring stare. She then turned to hug me, knowing I wasn't the fiend she had expected. As she held me tight, the tears rained down freely. She sobbed, releasing all the pent up frustration she held within her. "As director of this facility, it'll be my responsibiliy, to take care of my workers, and their families. "First thing tomorrow, we'll set up an appointment with a urologist, and see what the problem is. How does that sound?" I asked. Grateful at my caring attitude, Bobbie began to hug me tighter. "I'll help in anyway I can. Even if it means ......." I stopped short. Bobbie caught my meaning, and soon allowed her hands to roam over my back, much as a lover would do. "First of all we have to get Dan out of your bedroom. That's not right. And second of all, we need someone to teach Jolene about men." I whispered. Now realizig my intentions, Bobbie raised her head, and kissed me gently on the lips. Her gratitude was causing me to swell even more. "From now on, until Jack gets better, I'll be here for you, if you get lonely. OK?" I asked. The mixture of her terrible frustration and the alcohol, had led to her being putty in my arms. Her hand softly laid on my crotch, and with a gentle squeeze, she accepted my unspoken offer. "A company should stand behind it's workers." I added. 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