THE BRASHEY FAMILY STORY 3...
NOTE: This story develops gradually...
AMY AND MILES...
Miles was still gasping for breath, regaining his self-possession, and with the release of the intense sexual frustration he was suddenly acutely aware of his somewhat embarrassing position: tied spread-eagle to their bed, nude and helpless with his wife Amy lying atop him, his warm cum trapped between their bellies. The ringing telephone had jarred them enough that he'd lost his self-control before either were ready, and now Amy was lying atop him talking on the phone as if nothing unusual was happening.
Which it wasn't, he reflected with a little grin, not really. He and Amy had been playing these games since before they were married, it was just that this particular situation had never before arisen.
"No, no, you're not calling at a bad time, Lee," Amy was saying into the phone, though she exchanged rueful glances with her husband as she did. It had taken his wife several moments to 'shift gears' from 'teasing sexy slut' to 'middle sister', and apparently the confusion had come through to Amy.
'I'll bet Amy would freak out if she could see what was going on here,' Miles thought in a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. 'She's always so prim and proper, and here her little sister has me all tied up!'
In spite of the fact that he'd just came a few moments before, the weight of his nude wife on his body, the feel of her soft breasts against his chest, the warmth of her skin touching his, even the slight humiliation of having sprayed cum on their bodies, it was started to excite him again. But his momentary excitement was checked by the sudden change he heard in his wife's tone.
"Really? Oh Sis I'm so sorry," Amy was saying, "are you sure?"
Amy's eyes had gone distant, any hint of sexual excitement gone from her mannerisms.
'Uh-oh,' Miles thought, 'has there been an accident or something? She looks like she just got really bad news!'
"Oh Lee, I'm so sorry to hear that, I never knew you and Gary were having so many problems...he WHAT?! Three times?!!"
As Miles listened to half the conversation, he tried to piece together what was going on, from the sound of it there hadn't been a death in the family, but it certainly didn't sound good. As the discussion went on, he had a sudden hunch that his sister-in-law was getting a divorce. It was the only thing that seemed to fit the half the discussion he could hear.
The conversation went on for over an hour, and when Amy finally hung up, her husband saw tears in his wife's eyes.
"Honey?"
"Lee and Gary are breaking up," Amy told him. "Apparently the creep cheated on her three times!"
'That she knows about,' Miles thought to himself, but he didn't say it aloud. He'd never cared for Gary Norris, his sister-in-law's husband. He paused to wonder what term applied to the spouse of your sibling-in-law, then dismissed that with an irritated mental shrug. Not important.
What was important was that Miles wasn't surprised at all that his sister-in-law was finally breaking up with Norris, he'd actually thought it would happen years earlier. He'd always liked his wife's older sister, she was pretty and vivacious and smart, and he'd never quite seen why she had married a man like Norris. Miles was a private security officer, not a guard but a professional responsible for security for a branch of a corporation, part of his job required sizing people up.
From the day he'd first met Norris, his gut instinct had been 'bad news'. He didn't know anything about him to justify that reaction, just a professional's hunch, something about his mannerism, the way he seemed to watch everyone and everything without ever fully interacting. Miles had watched him with his sister-in-law and he was certain Norris was a controlling bastard, Lee often seemed like a puppet on a string when the two were together...and they were rarely seen apart. Miles thought back and realized that in recent years he'd seen his sister-in-law only a handful of times, rarely with her spouse more than a few feet away.
Husband and wife talked for quite a while, and decided that it would be a good idea to go pay a visit on Sarah and Leanne soon, under the circumstances. Miles had some vacation time coming, so it was no problem to go, and he was looking forward to seeing his in-laws. Though the stereotype was that mothers-in-law and sons-in-law weren't supposed to get along, he'd actually always liked Sarah.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" Miles asked his wife, as they settled down to sleep.
"Why would I?" she inquired, a smile appearing on her pretty face for the first time in hours, since she'd taken the call from Leanne.
"Uh..." Miles replied, caught off-guard by the question.
"You're not uncomfortable, are you?"
"Well, no, but-"
He wasn't. Amy had tied him with ropes that had some slack in them, he was spread-eagled but quite comfortable, he could even shift position a little bit. He suddenly suspected that his wife had been planning this all evening.
"Good, I don't want you to suffer, baby!"
"But I-"
"Shhh!" Amy said as she snuggled close to her husband, not bothering to clean the drying cum off their bellies. "No more talking, slave!"
Miles shivered, there was something about hearing Amy call him 'slave' that always had that effect, even if he didn't want it to happen.
He thought about snapping his fingers. He knew Amy would release him immediately if he did...but she looked so comfortable, lying against him with her head on his chest, arm around him, eyes closed...and the submissive part of him was reveling in his predicament. He kept putting off making her let him go...and he was still tied to the bedposts when both husband and wife fell asleep.
THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY...
"So what's on your agenda for today, Honey?" Sarah asked her daughter. It was a Saturday morning, and both women were free for the day.
"Besides being horny as a hoot owl?" the younger woman laughed, as mother and daughter faced each other over the breakfast table. The warm morning sunshine poured in through the back patio doors, giving a wonderful view of the lake.
"Lee!" Sarah said, trying at least sound scandalized. Though it might seem to be locking the door after the horses escaped, Sarah couldn't shake a sense that she should be restoring a few boundaries with Leanne.
"I can't help it, Mom," the 31 year old said, ignoring her mother's pretended discomfort. Ever since the one time they'd set aside their inhibitions, she'd been unable to bring herself to pretend that she was shy with Sarah, at least verbally. "Barbara said I shouldn't have any sex until the divorce goes through, and I can see why, but just the fact that I'm not supposed to do it makes me want it!"
Sarah smiled softly. "Also known as the chocolate ice cream effect."
"Eh?" Leanne said, as she took a bite of scrambled eggs.
"Chocolate ice cream," Sarah explained, "normally I eat it maybe once a month, and don't miss it the rest of the time, but the moment I decide to cut back or go on a diet, it's all I can think about."
"Yeah, I know that feeling," Leanne replied between bites of eggs. "With me it's barbecue-flavor potato chips. The moment I go on a diet I can just feel them calling me!"
"Like you need to watch what you eat," Sarah laughed. She was a little envious of her daughter on that score, actually, Leanne had inherited her father's metabolism, and could eat anything she wanted for the most part without gaining weight. "Since when do you diet?"
Leanne paused, looked down, and then grimaced. "Actually, Gary used to tell me he thought I was-"
"Say no more," Sarah replied through grinding teeth. "He thought you were too fat?"
"Or too skinny," Leanne nodded. "He was always subtly on my case about my looks, I was always getting a little too fat or a little too skinny, or getting too much sun or too little, he'd tell me he was worried about me, and I'd believe him. I was an idiot!"
"So help me," Sarah muttered, "I'd like to stuff your husband into a cannon and fire him into a concrete wall! I've never really hated anyone in my life like I'm starting to hate Gary!"
Leanne giggled. "I know, it'd kind of fun to watch!"
Then she suddenly sobered, and added, "Very flattering, too. Gary had me convinced that he was the only person who cared for me, the real me, with my 'perverted' fantasies and my 'weight problems' and my 'artistic pretensions' and the rest. He had me convinced that if you and Daddy and Amy and Kyle knew the real me none of you'd ever want to speak to me again! It's so...I don't know, a relief, a joy, to find out otherwise! Knowing that you care enough about me to get mad at him...it's like a balm on a burn, or cold water on a hot day!"
Sarah looked at her daughter with moist eyes. They had just gotten up from the breakfast table as Leanne said this last, and Sarah took three strides over to her daughter and grabbed her and held her close. The maternal hug went on for several moments, and Leanne basked in it, there were tears on her face too.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, little girl," Sarah whispered in her daughter's ear. "Never forget that, never listen to anyone or anything who tells you otherwise, man or woman, young or old, never! I could never turn you away, not the way Gary had you thinking, nothing and no one mean more to me than you do! Knowing what that...that...MONSTER had you thinking, it just makes me want to hold you like this for the rest of my life, keep you right beside me forever so you can never doubt my love for you again!"
"Mom..." the crying younger woman said. "Thank you. I know I must seem like a regular weeping willow these days, but-"
"Shhh..." Sarah said, holding her close.
After a moment the two stepped back, both of them sniffling a little.
"Mom," Leanne said, "what we did, a couple of weeks ago...I'm not sorry at all, but I can live without ever doing it again...not that I'm saying we won't. When that divorce decree comes through, I intend to do whatever I feel like, and if you're willing I wouldn't mind trying that again."
Sarah blushed, part of her still felt she should be trying to dissuade Leanne, that she had some duty to insist it could never be repeated...but she didn't really want that, and she knew it. Part of her badly wanted to do it again, a part of her she'd never imagined existed until two weeks before. The very idea that she'd had sex with Leanne still shocked her...but the memory excited her every night when she replayed it, bringing her to more orgasms than she'd had in ages.
"But I don't think I could live without your hugs, now that I've got them again," Leanne said. "Whatever happens, Mom, I don't ever want to let anything come between us again! I've missed you so much, and I didn't even realize it because I didn't realize Gary had separated us so much!"
"You're not going to have to, Baby!" Sarah assured her. "Heaven help anyone that tries to come between you and me again!"
"You've got that right," Leanne replied with tearful determination.
For a moment the two women looked at each other, four hands together, and then Leanne said, "You asked what I had in mind for today?"
"Yeah, what's on the agenda?"
"Daddy is back in town," Leanne said, "and I think it's time I paid a call."
"You're sure he's back, Honey?" Sarah said as they carried their dishes to the sink.
"Yep," Leanne replied. Sarah ran a sinkful of hot water and suds, and washed their breakfast dishes as Leanne dried them. It brought back many a memory of earlier years in the little house where she'd raised the kids, though Leanne was far readier to pitch in and help with the dishes now than she had been at 10! "I saw him last night, as I drove past his apartment building."
"You didn't speak to him?" Sarah asked as she scrubbed the bacon grease off the pan.
"I didn't have time, Mom," Leanne replied. "I was in traffic and he was walking in the front door, and I was past him before I had time to so much as honk my horn. So I thought I'd go by there today and surprise him."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Sarah asked.
"Well...I guess I wouldn't mind, at that, Mom. Moral support and all that, for when I have to tell Daddy how stupid I've been."
Sarah sighed. "Hon, he won't be mad at you, I promise."
"I sure hope you're right," the younger woman replied, sounding uncertain in spite of her mother's reassurances, leaving her mother to curse Gary Norris yet again, though she did so silently. The two women chatted about everyday things as they went out to Sarah's car, Leanne trying visibly to hide her own nervousness.
As they drove across the city toward the expensive apartment house where Phillip Brashey lived, Sarah thought back over the years since she'd first met that annoying, lovable man, when they were only fourteen years old. They'd been freshmen in high school, and they'd hit it off right away, Phillip and she had been inseparable within a month of their meeting. It hadn't been exactly love at first sight, but it had been darned close.
By the time she was sixteen, they'd managed to do what both of them had vowed never to do, she was pregnant and had been forced to have her baby while still in high school. She was hardly the only girl in their class to have that happen, but unlike some of the other guys involved, Phillip Brashey had not exercised the amazing supernatural power of dematerialization that some of his fellows had displayed, instead he'd remained with Sarah when Leanne was born and they'd gotten married as soon as they graduated.
They hadn't been made of money, of course. Both attended college and worked as they did, Sarah's parents contributing babysitting for little Leanne, and then little Amy, and finally little Kyle. Sarah had studied finance and accounting, Phillip mechanical engineering, and by dint of incredible amounts of hard work and luck, both had successfully completed college and gone on to successful careers in spite of their earlier errors.
'Maybe that was why we ended up divorcing,' Sarah mused, 'we were fine as long as we were fighting together, struggling together, but when we started to 'arrive' we didn't know how to handle that.'
The divorce had come just as both had really begun to achieve some success, and to her dismay looking back Sarah still could not quite put her finger on any single thing that had started it. It just seemed to gradually come out of nowhere. Bit by bit their arguments grew more heated and longer, their good times shorter and less satisfying, they picked at each other, they bickered, they chewed away at the glue that had bound them together since their teens...and it had finally snapped.
The divorce had started out 'civil' and degenerated to the point that they were at open war with each other, their three kids caught up between, and it had all gone on for over a year. Sarah sighed, knowing that the scars in their kids were not yet healed ten years later. Luckily, after it was over, she and Phillip had managed to find something of their former good will as friends, they even had dinner together often. Not that there weren't still some sore points left between the two of them.
One such sore point was resting in a reserved spot in the parking lot of the apartment house where Phillip now lived. It was a sleek convertible, a 'classic car' that had been a gift from Sarah's own, now deceased, father to her on her 23rd birthday. It was red, fast, and handled like a dream, and Sarah had loved it...and somehow Phillip's lawyer had convinced the judge to award it to him in the divorce! She still wasn't sure how that had happened, and she still resented it, too.
As the two blondes walked past the car, their heels clicking on the pavement, Sarah paused to look hungrily at what had once been her car. It was still in excellent condition, she had to admit that her ex-husband had taken very good care of it. Still, as far as she was concerned it was rightfully her car, and she resented the fact that Phillip had it.
"Come on, Mom," Leanne said with a grin, "drool over Daddy's convertible later!"
Sarah glared at Leanne, but followed her toward the lobby of the apartment building, cast a last few longing looks back at her red convertible. Someday, somehow, some way, she vowed for the millionth time, she was going to get that car back!
Phillip's luxury apartment was on the 20th floor, with a glorious view across the city. Sarah had been there a few times, and she had to admit that Phillip had really decorated the place tastefully, it was a far cry from the tiny house they'd lived in together through most of the years before their divorce, where they'd raised Leanne and Amy and where Kyle had spent the first half of his life. After the divorce, Kyle had ended up living with Phillip, so he'd spent the second half of his childhood in this very apartment building, along with the last few years of his middle sister's youth.
Sarah had agreed that Phillip should have custody of Kyle and Amy for personal reasons, it was never a lack of love but rather the suspicion that they were better off with him just then. She still wasn't sure she'd made the right choice, but one thing she'd never doubted was her ex-husband's love for their kids. These days, with Kyle in the Army and Leanne and Amy grown and gone (until very recently in the former case), Sarah knew Phillip lived alone. She and her ex-husband were on good terms, and sometimes had dinner and went to a movie together, but she was sure there were other women in his life. She didn't know any of them, but she wasn't so foolish as to doubt they were there.
When they reached his apartment, the door was unlocked, and Sarah and Leanne went inside. The maid was just finishing up the cleaning, which was why the door had been opened, but she recognized Sarah and Sarah and Leanne sat down to wait for Phillip to return from wherever he'd gone. Leanne had a quick look around her father's apartment, almost as impressed by his place as she had been by her mother's, and then they sat on the balcony overlooking the city, and Sarah was enjoying the view and the company when they heard Phillip's voice in the hallway...and someone else's.
The other voice was female, laughing and smiling, and Sarah and Leanne exchanged looks.
"Uh...maybe we should have called first?" Leanne said uncertainly.
"Could be," Sarah admitted. The two women stepped inside the apartment from the balcony, and Sarah said, "Tell you what, we'll go outside and meet them as they come around the corner, it'll be less awkward that way, if this is what it sounds like."
"Good idea, let me just get my purse, I left it in the bedroom."
Leanne disappeared into the bedroom, and a moment later Sarah realized that they were out of time, she could hear her ex-husband's voice as he rounded the corner outside the door, and the voice of a woman with him, and it definitely sounded like they were more than casual acquaintances!
She ducked into the bedroom, seeing her daughter picking up her purse, and on an impulse that she would later question the sanity of, she pulled Leanne into the closet with her. Later it would seem like something out of a sitcom, but at the time it was the only impulse in her head, and Leanne was looking in surprise at her mother.
"Mom," she whispered, "what on Earth-?!"
"Shhh!" Sarah whispered in the shadow of the big clothes closet, finger to her lips. "We'll wait till they go to the kitchen and then we'll slip out. Your Dad's on a date and this probably isn't a good time!"
It wasn't a very smart plan, Sarah would later admit to herself, the smart thing to do would have been to show themselves, apologize for their timing, and explain that they'd come for a family visit. But somehow the circumstances seemed to banish rational thought!
A moment later, to Sarah's horror, the door to the bedroom swung open, and her ex-husband came in, along with his female companion, who to Sarah's shock was rather younger than she'd expected. In fact, she looked to be barely college age! Her ex-husband, who was 47 years old, was with a girl in her early 20s if she was that!
Sarah and Leanne, peaking through a crack in the closet, saw Phillip and this young girl, a pretty redhead, heading directly for the bed, hands already all over each other. Mother and daughter exchanged nervous glances in the shadows of the closet, they could just make out each other's features, and already both were realizing that this was going to be a very...awkward business!
Sarah peered out through the crack, acutely aware of her daughter's body just below hers as they spied, and when the girl suddenly pushed back on Phillip Brashey's chest, so that he fell back onto the king-sized bed with a laugh, she saw that the girl really was as young as she'd first appeared, at least. She was about 5'7", with long red hair bound up in a long ponytail, dressed in a very snug, very short denim miniskirt and a blue tank top that showed a significant amount of her rather impressive cleavage, and a pair of flip-flops on her rather cute feet.
"Staci, what are you-"
"Silence, Doggie!" Staci snapped with a giggle. Phillip looked startled for a moment, then grinned and shut up, as the younger girl walked around the bed, looking at the older man sitting there atop the bedcovers.
"My, my, my," the girl said slowly, grinning, as she walked back and forth around the bed, "whatever is wrong with this picture?"
"Besides the fact that she's a toddler?!" Sarah heard her daughter whisper below her. Leanne had squeezed between her mother and the door so they could both peek out. "If that girl is 20 then I'll be shocked!"
"Hush, Lee!" Sarah whispered back, "they'll hear us!"
"I know!" the girl said with a giggle. "Dogs don't wear clothes like people! Why does my doggie have clothes on?!"
"I don't-" SMACK!
The redhead had reached down and slapped Phillip's face, hard enough to leave a red mark, but not brutally hard. "Doggies don't talk, people talk! Why is my doggie pretending to be a person?!"
The girl didn't sound angry, she sounded like she was happy and trying to suppress laughter, and Phillip smiled and nodded his head and lowered his eyes.
"Get those silly clothes off, Pooch!" she snapped, "Doggies should be naked!"
Sarah realized that she was about to see he ex-husband naked for the first time in ten years...and as the man on the bed began to undress, she realized her pussy was soaked, watching this scene unfold! The redhead was unbelievably cute, and Sarah's bisexual nature was responding both to the lightly-clad, well-built redhead and the handsome man on the bed!
As Phillip undressed, Sarah saw that her ex had been taking good care of himself. His stomach was flat, his chest more muscular than she remembered, without being 'muscle-bound'. He still had thick dark hair shot with a fair amount of gray, but his body was firm and she licked her lips as she watched in spite of herself, memories coming flooding back of being with this man...
Sarah noticed that Phillip was hairless, though, something that had never been true before! Completely naked now, the man on the bed was exposed both to the open gaze of his youthful lover and the concealed eyes of his ex-wife and eldest daughter just a few feet away!
"Much better, Doggie!" the Redhead said, "now be a good Doggie and get on the floor where you belong! Beds are for people, not animals!"
Before Sarah and Leanne's astonished eyes, the 47 year old man jumped from the bed, his rock-hard cock bouncing as he got on all fours on the floor, submissively kneeling in front of a girl younger than his daughters!
"What are you waiting for, Doggie?" Redhead asked. "Do you want to show how much you adore me?"
Sarah and Leanne watched with bated breath as Phillip nodded his head. The redheaded girl was standing imperiously a foot or two in front of him.
"Then prove it, Doggie! Kiss my foot and show me how much you love being my little pet!"
Phillip crawled forward on his bare hands and knees, his bare ass wobbling in the air as he did, then lowered his face to the girl's feet and began to loving kiss the exposed tops of her feet, bringing an affectionate grin to her face as she looked down at the older man. Her voice stayed stern, but she clearly was pleased and liked watching him as he worshipped her feet.
She sat down on the bed, held her legs out straight, long, sexy legs, and said, "Take my shoes off like a good Doggie, with your teeth!"
Facing directly away from the closet in which his ex-wife and child lay hidden, the middle-aged man crawled forward to his young lover and removed first her left sandal, than her right one, with his teeth as commanded, dropping them to one side, and then he went back to licking her feet, kissing her toes, submissively running his tongue along her soles and between the toes as if he had no other purpose in life but to do so.
As he did, his firm bare bottom wiggled on perfect display for his wife and daughter, and Sarah saw to her mixed amazement and excitement that her ex-husband's rump was neither pale white nor dark-tanned like her own. It was pinkish, and covered with half-faced red lines, the mark of a well-administered flogging! Sarah breathed harder, turned on in spite of her best efforts by the scene in front of her eyes and the body heat of Leanne, crammed up against her in the dark closet. Even through Leanne's clothing and her own, Sarah was now acutely aware of the warmth of Leanne's body, the motion of her back as she breathed, and the note of what sounded like heavy breathing to match her own.
'I don't believe this,' Sarah thought, 'I do not want to reach down and grab Lee's tits, I do not want to press against her, I don't!' the older woman insisted to herself sternly, even as she leaned down and pressed against Leanne's back. Even through her own clothes, and Leanne's, she could feel the heat of her daughter's body.
"You're so pathetic, Doggie," Redhead sighed in an exaggerated way, looking down at the older man busily sucking her toes. "I mean look at you, a grown man, respected and successful, and you're on your hands and knees sucking my big toe! I mean how sad is that?"
She had a grin on her face that didn't match her harsh words.
"Yes, Ma'am," Phillip said softly, pausing in his efforts, "you're so right, I am pathetic!"
"DOGGIE!" Redhead snapped. "What did I tell you about trying to act like a human being?! Why are you talking? You aren't good enough to talk!"
"Sor-" Phillip started to apologize, then broke off the word.
"Oh Doggie, can't you even do anything right?! Now I have to discipline you! Go get the cane and bring it to me, and make it fast!"
Phillip crawled out of his bedroom, on his hands and knees, and Redhead stretched out on the bed, breaking out in giggles the moment the older man left the room. She raised up her short skirt, revealing that she had on nothing underneath, and she began to lightly play with herself, barely running her fingers over the edges, as if she wanted to tease herself.
"I can't believe it, did you see that Mom? That little tramp has nothing on under that skirt!" Sarah heard her daughter saying, sounding as if she was both outraged and turned on.
Both women were breathing very hard now, watching raptly as the young woman on the bed tormented herself with her fingertips. The Redhead began to gasp and slowed the motions of her fingers, but she kept up some activity until the sound of a crawling man heralded the return of Phillip, carrying a cane in his mouth like a dog carrying a bone!
Redhead jumped to her bare feet, and looked stern again as the older man returned, and she smiled and said, "About time, Doggie! I was beginning to think I was going to have to come see what was keeping you, and you wouldn't have liked that, would you?"
Phillip shook his head frantically, as best he could with the thin little cane in his mouth.
"Well, maybe you're not quite as stupid as I thought, Doggie," Redhead said, sounding cruel but with a smile playing at the corners of her pretty mouth. "Jump up on the bed, Doggie, so I can give you the punishment you've earned!"
Phillip got up on the bed, not the way a normal person usually would, but doing his best to get up on the bed the way a dog would. He got up there, still on hands and knees, facing the head of the bed, his rock-hard dick sticking straight out below him. Redhead took the cane from his mouth, padded around behind him, and giggled.
She leaned over and grabbed his hard dick, and Sarah and Leanne heard him gasp.
"Look at this!" Redhead laughed. "It's so big and hard, it's almost like you weren't a complete sissy doggy pet, Doggie! It's almost like you're a man! But we both know better than that, don't we?"
The man on the bed shivered in humiliation and excitement, and nodded, acknowledging what she said.
Sarah was shivering herself now, heaving to lean against the closet wall to keep from falling forward and out onto the floor of the bedroom. She could hear Leanne almost gasping for air, the warm closeness of her back pressing up against her mother's chest with every breath. Sarah's panties were soaked and she was fighting the urge to plunge her fingers into her skirt in spite of the presence of her daughter with her!
'Of course,' a treasonous part of the woman's mind whispered, 'after what we did the other day...NO!'
SWISH!
The sound of the cane filled the room as it raced through the air, followed by the sound of rattan on the bare skin of a grown man's bottom, and a yelp of pain!
"Oh, Doggie," Redhead said with pretended sympathy, "did that hurt? I'm sorry you made me do this, but you didn't leave me any choice!"
SWISH! WHACK! "OOWW!" SWISH! WHACK! "AHHHEE!"
With each impact of the cane on her ex-husbands already visibly sore bottom, Sarah winced and gasped, watching this young girl whip her ex-husband in front of her was making her so hot she could barely stand it! She remembered being the one wielding the whip on that man, remembered receiving it from him, but she'd never actually watched someone _else_ flog her former mate...and it was the hottest thing she'd seen in ages!
'Who is this kid?' Sarah asked herself with the part of her brain that could still think. 'Damn but she's young!'
The Redhead gave Phillip a good flogging, leaving a grid of bright red marks across his bare behind. Phillip was quietly gasping, tears on his face, though he wasn't quite sobbing. After giving him 10 strokes, Redhead paused, breathing very hard, and walked around and held out the cane, and said, "Kiss it Doggie, show me how grateful you for your discipline!"
Before Sarah and Leanne's eager, shocked eyes, the 47 year old man humbly kissed the instrument that had just brought him pain. Redhead smiled, set the cane down, and ruffled Phillip's thick hair lovingly.
"Good Doggie!" she said. "Would you like to see me naked, Doggie? Is that what you'd like?"
The older man nodded his head, not speaking.
"I think you deserve it, Doggie, for taking your punishment so well!"
Phillip watched in open lust, and his ex-wife and grown daughter watched in a very similar way from their hiding place, as Redhead pulled off her tank top, revealing a large, firm pair of youthful tits, tiny white triangles and the thinnest pale lines reaching from around the nipples marking where her bikini usually rested. She grabbed the waistband of her denim skirt and slowly, teasingly slid it down, and since she was facing the man on the bed, her wiggling bare buns were pointing straight at the two women hiding in the closet!
"Look at that ass," Sarah heard her daughter groan in almost tormented whisper. "Damn! It's perfect!"
It was, Sarah thought. Like her tits, the girl had a pale white triangle marking the obvious location of a bikini across about half her now-bare behind, really obvious against the dark tan that covered the rest of her body. Just looking at those perfect, round, brown and pale buns make Sarah's pussy water, she'd always been attracted to both sexes and seeing Redhead with her ex-husband was making her crazy in many senses! A while of excitement, curiosity, desire, jealousy, and other emotions was awhirl in her brain.
Redhead climbed up on the bed, and Sarah saw her pale white soles, and she realized that even the girl's bare feet were pretty and sexy! The girl got on her knees in front of the older man, spreading her legs, and snapped, "Eat my pussy, Doggy! I want my Doggy to chase my pussy until he catches her!"
Phillip crawled forward, lowered his head, and began to lick the Redhead's crotch eagerly, actually looking a little like an eager oversized dog licking something, and Redhead began to twitch, a smile on her face, and in a few moments she was making a steady noise that was half a giggle, half a groan!
Sarah swallowed, or tried to with a very dry mouth, she knew from experience how good Phillip was at lapping a woman's cunt, and she was sure the Redhead was having a wonderful time, and she felt a sudden surge of jealousy over this young girl, that was _her_ husband! Then Sarah forced herself to remember that they were divorced and that it had been her idea. The urge to strange the Redhead passed, but not Sarah's envy at what she was experiencing!
"Look at them..." Leanne whispered. "I can't believe it, this is so crazy...so hot!"
Redhead grabbed Phillip's hair and yanked him toward her, closing her legs a little to trap his head in place, and urged him, "Yes, yes! Eat my pussy you worthless little dog! Lick it! Put that tongue in there, make me cum, it's all you're good for and I'm ready, yes, do it!"
Phillip made incoherent noises, trapped in place as the younger woman urged him on.
Suddenly the Redhead stretched back, her eyes rolling for a moment, and Sarah knew that her ex-husband had pushed her over the edge. She didn't make any sound, just remained tense, her naked body beautifully displayed, and then she slid back off the man, gasping.
"Good Doggie!" she said with a grin. "That was tolerable, you did good! Almost as good as my boyfriend!"
'Eh?' Sarah thought. 'Isn't Phil her boyfriend?'
"Woof," Phillip said, obviously not about to speak without permission. He looked ridiculous and hot at the same time to Sarah!
"Smart Doggie!" Redhead giggled. "I'll bet you're all turned on too, aren't you?"
Phillip nodded.
"You'd like to get that dick of yours inside me, wouldn't you, Doggie?"
Phillip nodded again, looking eager.
Phillip was still on his hands and knees on the bed. Redhead stretched out beside him lazily, her naked body a work of poetry in motion.
"Tell me, do you think a Doggie should be allowed to put his dick inside a girl like me? Wouldn't that be more than you deserve? Above your station as a mere animal?"
Phillip closed his eyes, and shuddered, and his hard cock jumped. Sarah suddenly suspected that he was sure he wasn't going to get laid, and that he hated it, and was turned on by it at the same time. She grinned, remembering all the times that man and herself had experienced the sweet misery of denial, the satisfying torture of being refused. The thrill of knowing he wanted to come and refusing to let him, the frustration of wanting him to bring her off and having him refuse...
"I just asked you a question, Doggie!"
"Woof!" Phillip shook his head, looking miserable. His cock was still hard.
"Good Doggie!" She ruffled his hair, like she was petting a dog. "You're right, you aren't good enough to fuck me, you're not man enough to ever put that dick in my mouth or my pussy, it wouldn't be right! It's too bad, it's so big and hard, but you just aren't good enough to deserve that!
"But you're been so good, so I'll let you get off, Doggie! Get on your belly, and make yourself cum on th bed! I'll watch!"
"Is Dad really going to-?!" Leanne whispered, and Sarah couldn't decide if she was shocked, outraged, or excited as she added, "Is that little bitch really going to make Daddy do that?!"
Phillip looking pleadingly at the naked girl on the bed, but she just lay there, head supported by an arm on her elbow, one perfect leg folded back, one stretched out. Phillip sighed and got on his belly on his own bed, and began to rub against it, and Sarah realized that the answer to her daughter's question was clearly a yes!
"Oh yeah, Doggie!" Redhead said, giggling. "Come on, fuck your bed, fuck the covers, since you're not good enough for a real girl! Come on the covers like a good Doggie!"
From where they hid, Sarah and Leanne could see the man's bare bottom rising up and down as he thrust against the bed, his dick trapped between his belly and the covers, and then he let out a gasp and it happened, his cum spraying under his body! Redhead giggled and teased him without mercy as he lay in his own cum, blushing and gasping.
"Good Doggie!" Redhead said.
"I don't believe that just happened," Leanne whispered. "Damn."
"Roll over, Doggie!"
Phillip obeyed, revealing a puddle of cum on the sheets and his stomach. The Redhead reached down, ran two fingers into it, and raised them toward her mouth as if about to taste it, then suddenly put her fingers to Phillip's face and ordered him harshly, "Suck my fingers, Doggy! Clean up your mess!"
Before the astonished, excited hidden eyes of his ex-wife and oldest daughter, Phillip Brashey opened his mouth and obeyed, taking her fingers in his mouth and eating his own cum! Sarah gasped, they'd never gone that far in their games!
When her fingers were clean, the Redhead dipped a little more up, and repeated the process, sometime drawing it off Phillip's belly as well, until he'd eaten more-or-less his whole load. Finally, she ordered him to follow her to the shower, and he did, on his hands and knees, a crawling naked middle-aged man-dog trailing after an imperious, nude aristocrat.
When the bedroom was empty, Sarah and Leanne didn't move for a few moments. Then Sarah finally said, in a whisper, "We should go, now!"
"I know," Leanne replied, not moving. Neither did Sarah, for a moment, her head whirling in confusion. Then, finally, with an effort of will, she pushed aside the closet door, and emerged, legs shaking both from her excitement and the fact that they'd been motionless so long, the pins-and-needles sensation of restored circulation filled them and she wobbled a bit, and Leanne seemed no better.
"Shut the closet behind us," Leanne hissed, and Sarah did it, and the two women made their retreat from the apartment, hearing the sound of the shower running as they passed the bathroom and the girl's voice singing, on key at that. Sarah wondered if her ex-husband was in the shower with the girl, or not, but dared not peek to find out.
Mother and daughter managed to walk normally to the elevators, and again as the elevator deposited them at ground level. Their clothes were rumpled, but not bad enough to draw much attention, and they were breathing normally by the time they reached Sarah's car. Nobody nearby would have looked twice at them, other than men noticing two very attractive blondes. Sarah fumbled with the keys and managed to start the engine, and neither woman said a word until they were halfway to Sarah's place.
Then Leanne asked, "Mom...did you know that girl?"
"Never saw her before in my life, Lee."
As Sarah worked her car through a busy intersection, Leanne said, "That was...did you and Daddy ever do anything like that?!"
Sarah looked at Leanne for a moment before returning her eyes to the busy road. She toyed with refusing to answer, is was after all a very personal question, but then she sighed and said, "We did stuff like that...but never that intense!"
"I know...obviously everything they were doing was voluntary," Leanne said softly. "And Heaven knows I'm the last person who should be casting aspersions about other people's fantasies...but even so...it's just that she, I mean she's younger than me! A LOT younger than me!!"
"I know," Sarah said, "believe me, I noticed."
"So would it be hypocritical of me to just skip the preliminaries and start hating her now?" Leanne asked, trying for levity.
Sarah smiled and said, almost in relief, "If you do, you'll have to take a number and wait. I'm already there."
"Oh Mom, I don't understand it! I mean, it's obviously not any of my business, after all, and I just sat there and spied on my own father having sex, and it's not like I haven't had fantasies, heck my drawings make what we saw look like plain vanilla, but-"
"But you're wishing you could drag that redhead slut out and beat the shit out of her?" Sarah asked, and her daughter nodded in confusion.
"I think I really hate her, Mom! And I don't even know her! I haven't even met her, really, I don't even know her name, I just spied on her like a peeping tom and now I feel like I want to feed her into the wood chipper right after it finishes with Gary!"
Sarah was having a hard time unsnarling her own confused feelings as well, as she pulled her car up into her garage. Like her daughter, she had developed a strong dislike of that redheaded girl, and like her daughter she couldn't straighten out quite, exactly, why that was so. And yet...
As they went into the house, Sarah saw Leanne bend over to remove her high heels, and as her ass was outlined in her skirt Sarah caught her breath. She was still turned on from what she'd seen earlier, and her daughter's rump was just as beautiful as that redheaded bitch's-NO!
"Mom," Leanne said as she stood up, "if we hate her so much...why are both so horny right now?"
"I'm not-"
"I could see your reflection in the TV screen, Mother dear," Leanne said as she turned in her stockinged fet to face the older woman. "You were staring at my ass and all but drooling, and all I can think about is how bad I'd like to get my hands on those gorgeous boobs under that blouse! What's gotten into us?!"
Sarah blushed at her daughter's frankness, but she knew Leanne was right.
"I don't know, Honey, I'm just as mixed up as you are, honestly. I feel like I'm going crazy."
The two women looked at each other for a moment, and Leanne stepped a step closer, and said softly, "Nobody has to know, Mom. We've already done it once, what difference does it make to the divorce now if we do it twice?"
"Honey, you know we can't-"
Leanne put her arms on Sarah's shoulders and kissed her mother on the lips, and after a moment of helpless resistance Sarah started to kiss back. She felt her hands starting to roam over Leanne's clothes, and then she pushed her back and snapped, "NO! Not now!"
Leanne looked hurt for a moment, but Sarah went on, breathing hard but determined, "I don't know if it could hurt anything or not, I don't know but Barbara's the expert and she said 'no sex'. She did say specifically no sex with either men or women, and last I looked I fall into one of those categories! Babs didn't say no sex with your own mother, but I'm pretty sure she would have if it had entered her mind, too! I'm no lawyer, but you know what, Baby? I have just a little hunch that if he knew about it, Gary's lawyer could do something with the fact that we've been carrying on!"
Leanne looked like she wanted to argue, and Sarah hoped she wouldn't because she was pretty sure her own resistance would crumble if Leanne pressed the point. Leanne looked so hot, so sexy, so desirable, and at the same time so adorable...but they couldn't. Not then.
"You're right, Mom," Leanne said after a moment. "And...this isn't how I want us to do it again, either. Not when we're so angry about that woman, whoever she is, not when our motives are this mixed. Not when we can't unsnarl whatever it is we're feeling today. I want it to be because you and I both want to do it for us!"
Sarah was silent for a long time, wondering what she was committing herself to, then she heard herself add, "Me too, Lee. Me too."
Silence fell for a moment, Sarah shook her head, she'd just taken the idea of them having sex again, eventually, from an 'if' to a 'when' and she wasn't sure how she felt about that...but she knew it was the way things were.
"So..." Leanne said, "what now?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, how do we find out who Ms. Redheaded Slut is and what she's doing with Daddy?"
Sarah laughed knowingly. "Leave to that your old mother, Honey."
TO BE CONTINUED...
NOTE: This story develops gradually...
AMY AND MILES...
Miles was still gasping for breath, regaining his self-possession, and with the release of the intense sexual frustration he was suddenly acutely aware of his somewhat embarrassing position: tied spread-eagle to their bed, nude and helpless with his wife Amy lying atop him, his warm cum trapped between their bellies. The ringing telephone had jarred them enough that he'd lost his self-control before either were ready, and now Amy was lying atop him talking on the phone as if nothing unusual was happening.
Which it wasn't, he reflected with a little grin, not really. He and Amy had been playing these games since before they were married, it was just that this particular situation had never before arisen.
"No, no, you're not calling at a bad time, Lee," Amy was saying into the phone, though she exchanged rueful glances with her husband as she did. It had taken his wife several moments to 'shift gears' from 'teasing sexy slut' to 'middle sister', and apparently the confusion had come through to Amy.
'I'll bet Amy would freak out if she could see what was going on here,' Miles thought in a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. 'She's always so prim and proper, and here her little sister has me all tied up!'
In spite of the fact that he'd just came a few moments before, the weight of his nude wife on his body, the feel of her soft breasts against his chest, the warmth of her skin touching his, even the slight humiliation of having sprayed cum on their bodies, it was started to excite him again. But his momentary excitement was checked by the sudden change he heard in his wife's tone.
"Really? Oh Sis I'm so sorry," Amy was saying, "are you sure?"
Amy's eyes had gone distant, any hint of sexual excitement gone from her mannerisms.
'Uh-oh,' Miles thought, 'has there been an accident or something? She looks like she just got really bad news!'
"Oh Lee, I'm so sorry to hear that, I never knew you and Gary were having so many problems...he WHAT?! Three times?!!"
As Miles listened to half the conversation, he tried to piece together what was going on, from the sound of it there hadn't been a death in the family, but it certainly didn't sound good. As the discussion went on, he had a sudden hunch that his sister-in-law was getting a divorce. It was the only thing that seemed to fit the half the discussion he could hear.
The conversation went on for over an hour, and when Amy finally hung up, her husband saw tears in his wife's eyes.
"Honey?"
"Lee and Gary are breaking up," Amy told him. "Apparently the creep cheated on her three times!"
'That she knows about,' Miles thought to himself, but he didn't say it aloud. He'd never cared for Gary Norris, his sister-in-law's husband. He paused to wonder what term applied to the spouse of your sibling-in-law, then dismissed that with an irritated mental shrug. Not important.
What was important was that Miles wasn't surprised at all that his sister-in-law was finally breaking up with Norris, he'd actually thought it would happen years earlier. He'd always liked his wife's older sister, she was pretty and vivacious and smart, and he'd never quite seen why she had married a man like Norris. Miles was a private security officer, not a guard but a professional responsible for security for a branch of a corporation, part of his job required sizing people up.
From the day he'd first met Norris, his gut instinct had been 'bad news'. He didn't know anything about him to justify that reaction, just a professional's hunch, something about his mannerism, the way he seemed to watch everyone and everything without ever fully interacting. Miles had watched him with his sister-in-law and he was certain Norris was a controlling bastard, Lee often seemed like a puppet on a string when the two were together...and they were rarely seen apart. Miles thought back and realized that in recent years he'd seen his sister-in-law only a handful of times, rarely with her spouse more than a few feet away.
Husband and wife talked for quite a while, and decided that it would be a good idea to go pay a visit on Sarah and Leanne soon, under the circumstances. Miles had some vacation time coming, so it was no problem to go, and he was looking forward to seeing his in-laws. Though the stereotype was that mothers-in-law and sons-in-law weren't supposed to get along, he'd actually always liked Sarah.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" Miles asked his wife, as they settled down to sleep.
"Why would I?" she inquired, a smile appearing on her pretty face for the first time in hours, since she'd taken the call from Leanne.
"Uh..." Miles replied, caught off-guard by the question.
"You're not uncomfortable, are you?"
"Well, no, but-"
He wasn't. Amy had tied him with ropes that had some slack in them, he was spread-eagled but quite comfortable, he could even shift position a little bit. He suddenly suspected that his wife had been planning this all evening.
"Good, I don't want you to suffer, baby!"
"But I-"
"Shhh!" Amy said as she snuggled close to her husband, not bothering to clean the drying cum off their bellies. "No more talking, slave!"
Miles shivered, there was something about hearing Amy call him 'slave' that always had that effect, even if he didn't want it to happen.
He thought about snapping his fingers. He knew Amy would release him immediately if he did...but she looked so comfortable, lying against him with her head on his chest, arm around him, eyes closed...and the submissive part of him was reveling in his predicament. He kept putting off making her let him go...and he was still tied to the bedposts when both husband and wife fell asleep.
THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY...
"So what's on your agenda for today, Honey?" Sarah asked her daughter. It was a Saturday morning, and both women were free for the day.
"Besides being horny as a hoot owl?" the younger woman laughed, as mother and daughter faced each other over the breakfast table. The warm morning sunshine poured in through the back patio doors, giving a wonderful view of the lake.
"Lee!" Sarah said, trying at least sound scandalized. Though it might seem to be locking the door after the horses escaped, Sarah couldn't shake a sense that she should be restoring a few boundaries with Leanne.
"I can't help it, Mom," the 31 year old said, ignoring her mother's pretended discomfort. Ever since the one time they'd set aside their inhibitions, she'd been unable to bring herself to pretend that she was shy with Sarah, at least verbally. "Barbara said I shouldn't have any sex until the divorce goes through, and I can see why, but just the fact that I'm not supposed to do it makes me want it!"
Sarah smiled softly. "Also known as the chocolate ice cream effect."
"Eh?" Leanne said, as she took a bite of scrambled eggs.
"Chocolate ice cream," Sarah explained, "normally I eat it maybe once a month, and don't miss it the rest of the time, but the moment I decide to cut back or go on a diet, it's all I can think about."
"Yeah, I know that feeling," Leanne replied between bites of eggs. "With me it's barbecue-flavor potato chips. The moment I go on a diet I can just feel them calling me!"
"Like you need to watch what you eat," Sarah laughed. She was a little envious of her daughter on that score, actually, Leanne had inherited her father's metabolism, and could eat anything she wanted for the most part without gaining weight. "Since when do you diet?"
Leanne paused, looked down, and then grimaced. "Actually, Gary used to tell me he thought I was-"
"Say no more," Sarah replied through grinding teeth. "He thought you were too fat?"
"Or too skinny," Leanne nodded. "He was always subtly on my case about my looks, I was always getting a little too fat or a little too skinny, or getting too much sun or too little, he'd tell me he was worried about me, and I'd believe him. I was an idiot!"
"So help me," Sarah muttered, "I'd like to stuff your husband into a cannon and fire him into a concrete wall! I've never really hated anyone in my life like I'm starting to hate Gary!"
Leanne giggled. "I know, it'd kind of fun to watch!"
Then she suddenly sobered, and added, "Very flattering, too. Gary had me convinced that he was the only person who cared for me, the real me, with my 'perverted' fantasies and my 'weight problems' and my 'artistic pretensions' and the rest. He had me convinced that if you and Daddy and Amy and Kyle knew the real me none of you'd ever want to speak to me again! It's so...I don't know, a relief, a joy, to find out otherwise! Knowing that you care enough about me to get mad at him...it's like a balm on a burn, or cold water on a hot day!"
Sarah looked at her daughter with moist eyes. They had just gotten up from the breakfast table as Leanne said this last, and Sarah took three strides over to her daughter and grabbed her and held her close. The maternal hug went on for several moments, and Leanne basked in it, there were tears on her face too.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, little girl," Sarah whispered in her daughter's ear. "Never forget that, never listen to anyone or anything who tells you otherwise, man or woman, young or old, never! I could never turn you away, not the way Gary had you thinking, nothing and no one mean more to me than you do! Knowing what that...that...MONSTER had you thinking, it just makes me want to hold you like this for the rest of my life, keep you right beside me forever so you can never doubt my love for you again!"
"Mom..." the crying younger woman said. "Thank you. I know I must seem like a regular weeping willow these days, but-"
"Shhh..." Sarah said, holding her close.
After a moment the two stepped back, both of them sniffling a little.
"Mom," Leanne said, "what we did, a couple of weeks ago...I'm not sorry at all, but I can live without ever doing it again...not that I'm saying we won't. When that divorce decree comes through, I intend to do whatever I feel like, and if you're willing I wouldn't mind trying that again."
Sarah blushed, part of her still felt she should be trying to dissuade Leanne, that she had some duty to insist it could never be repeated...but she didn't really want that, and she knew it. Part of her badly wanted to do it again, a part of her she'd never imagined existed until two weeks before. The very idea that she'd had sex with Leanne still shocked her...but the memory excited her every night when she replayed it, bringing her to more orgasms than she'd had in ages.
"But I don't think I could live without your hugs, now that I've got them again," Leanne said. "Whatever happens, Mom, I don't ever want to let anything come between us again! I've missed you so much, and I didn't even realize it because I didn't realize Gary had separated us so much!"
"You're not going to have to, Baby!" Sarah assured her. "Heaven help anyone that tries to come between you and me again!"
"You've got that right," Leanne replied with tearful determination.
For a moment the two women looked at each other, four hands together, and then Leanne said, "You asked what I had in mind for today?"
"Yeah, what's on the agenda?"
"Daddy is back in town," Leanne said, "and I think it's time I paid a call."
"You're sure he's back, Honey?" Sarah said as they carried their dishes to the sink.
"Yep," Leanne replied. Sarah ran a sinkful of hot water and suds, and washed their breakfast dishes as Leanne dried them. It brought back many a memory of earlier years in the little house where she'd raised the kids, though Leanne was far readier to pitch in and help with the dishes now than she had been at 10! "I saw him last night, as I drove past his apartment building."
"You didn't speak to him?" Sarah asked as she scrubbed the bacon grease off the pan.
"I didn't have time, Mom," Leanne replied. "I was in traffic and he was walking in the front door, and I was past him before I had time to so much as honk my horn. So I thought I'd go by there today and surprise him."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Sarah asked.
"Well...I guess I wouldn't mind, at that, Mom. Moral support and all that, for when I have to tell Daddy how stupid I've been."
Sarah sighed. "Hon, he won't be mad at you, I promise."
"I sure hope you're right," the younger woman replied, sounding uncertain in spite of her mother's reassurances, leaving her mother to curse Gary Norris yet again, though she did so silently. The two women chatted about everyday things as they went out to Sarah's car, Leanne trying visibly to hide her own nervousness.
As they drove across the city toward the expensive apartment house where Phillip Brashey lived, Sarah thought back over the years since she'd first met that annoying, lovable man, when they were only fourteen years old. They'd been freshmen in high school, and they'd hit it off right away, Phillip and she had been inseparable within a month of their meeting. It hadn't been exactly love at first sight, but it had been darned close.
By the time she was sixteen, they'd managed to do what both of them had vowed never to do, she was pregnant and had been forced to have her baby while still in high school. She was hardly the only girl in their class to have that happen, but unlike some of the other guys involved, Phillip Brashey had not exercised the amazing supernatural power of dematerialization that some of his fellows had displayed, instead he'd remained with Sarah when Leanne was born and they'd gotten married as soon as they graduated.
They hadn't been made of money, of course. Both attended college and worked as they did, Sarah's parents contributing babysitting for little Leanne, and then little Amy, and finally little Kyle. Sarah had studied finance and accounting, Phillip mechanical engineering, and by dint of incredible amounts of hard work and luck, both had successfully completed college and gone on to successful careers in spite of their earlier errors.
'Maybe that was why we ended up divorcing,' Sarah mused, 'we were fine as long as we were fighting together, struggling together, but when we started to 'arrive' we didn't know how to handle that.'
The divorce had come just as both had really begun to achieve some success, and to her dismay looking back Sarah still could not quite put her finger on any single thing that had started it. It just seemed to gradually come out of nowhere. Bit by bit their arguments grew more heated and longer, their good times shorter and less satisfying, they picked at each other, they bickered, they chewed away at the glue that had bound them together since their teens...and it had finally snapped.
The divorce had started out 'civil' and degenerated to the point that they were at open war with each other, their three kids caught up between, and it had all gone on for over a year. Sarah sighed, knowing that the scars in their kids were not yet healed ten years later. Luckily, after it was over, she and Phillip had managed to find something of their former good will as friends, they even had dinner together often. Not that there weren't still some sore points left between the two of them.
One such sore point was resting in a reserved spot in the parking lot of the apartment house where Phillip now lived. It was a sleek convertible, a 'classic car' that had been a gift from Sarah's own, now deceased, father to her on her 23rd birthday. It was red, fast, and handled like a dream, and Sarah had loved it...and somehow Phillip's lawyer had convinced the judge to award it to him in the divorce! She still wasn't sure how that had happened, and she still resented it, too.
As the two blondes walked past the car, their heels clicking on the pavement, Sarah paused to look hungrily at what had once been her car. It was still in excellent condition, she had to admit that her ex-husband had taken very good care of it. Still, as far as she was concerned it was rightfully her car, and she resented the fact that Phillip had it.
"Come on, Mom," Leanne said with a grin, "drool over Daddy's convertible later!"
Sarah glared at Leanne, but followed her toward the lobby of the apartment building, cast a last few longing looks back at her red convertible. Someday, somehow, some way, she vowed for the millionth time, she was going to get that car back!
Phillip's luxury apartment was on the 20th floor, with a glorious view across the city. Sarah had been there a few times, and she had to admit that Phillip had really decorated the place tastefully, it was a far cry from the tiny house they'd lived in together through most of the years before their divorce, where they'd raised Leanne and Amy and where Kyle had spent the first half of his life. After the divorce, Kyle had ended up living with Phillip, so he'd spent the second half of his childhood in this very apartment building, along with the last few years of his middle sister's youth.
Sarah had agreed that Phillip should have custody of Kyle and Amy for personal reasons, it was never a lack of love but rather the suspicion that they were better off with him just then. She still wasn't sure she'd made the right choice, but one thing she'd never doubted was her ex-husband's love for their kids. These days, with Kyle in the Army and Leanne and Amy grown and gone (until very recently in the former case), Sarah knew Phillip lived alone. She and her ex-husband were on good terms, and sometimes had dinner and went to a movie together, but she was sure there were other women in his life. She didn't know any of them, but she wasn't so foolish as to doubt they were there.
When they reached his apartment, the door was unlocked, and Sarah and Leanne went inside. The maid was just finishing up the cleaning, which was why the door had been opened, but she recognized Sarah and Sarah and Leanne sat down to wait for Phillip to return from wherever he'd gone. Leanne had a quick look around her father's apartment, almost as impressed by his place as she had been by her mother's, and then they sat on the balcony overlooking the city, and Sarah was enjoying the view and the company when they heard Phillip's voice in the hallway...and someone else's.
The other voice was female, laughing and smiling, and Sarah and Leanne exchanged looks.
"Uh...maybe we should have called first?" Leanne said uncertainly.
"Could be," Sarah admitted. The two women stepped inside the apartment from the balcony, and Sarah said, "Tell you what, we'll go outside and meet them as they come around the corner, it'll be less awkward that way, if this is what it sounds like."
"Good idea, let me just get my purse, I left it in the bedroom."
Leanne disappeared into the bedroom, and a moment later Sarah realized that they were out of time, she could hear her ex-husband's voice as he rounded the corner outside the door, and the voice of a woman with him, and it definitely sounded like they were more than casual acquaintances!
She ducked into the bedroom, seeing her daughter picking up her purse, and on an impulse that she would later question the sanity of, she pulled Leanne into the closet with her. Later it would seem like something out of a sitcom, but at the time it was the only impulse in her head, and Leanne was looking in surprise at her mother.
"Mom," she whispered, "what on Earth-?!"
"Shhh!" Sarah whispered in the shadow of the big clothes closet, finger to her lips. "We'll wait till they go to the kitchen and then we'll slip out. Your Dad's on a date and this probably isn't a good time!"
It wasn't a very smart plan, Sarah would later admit to herself, the smart thing to do would have been to show themselves, apologize for their timing, and explain that they'd come for a family visit. But somehow the circumstances seemed to banish rational thought!
A moment later, to Sarah's horror, the door to the bedroom swung open, and her ex-husband came in, along with his female companion, who to Sarah's shock was rather younger than she'd expected. In fact, she looked to be barely college age! Her ex-husband, who was 47 years old, was with a girl in her early 20s if she was that!
Sarah and Leanne, peaking through a crack in the closet, saw Phillip and this young girl, a pretty redhead, heading directly for the bed, hands already all over each other. Mother and daughter exchanged nervous glances in the shadows of the closet, they could just make out each other's features, and already both were realizing that this was going to be a very...awkward business!
Sarah peered out through the crack, acutely aware of her daughter's body just below hers as they spied, and when the girl suddenly pushed back on Phillip Brashey's chest, so that he fell back onto the king-sized bed with a laugh, she saw that the girl really was as young as she'd first appeared, at least. She was about 5'7", with long red hair bound up in a long ponytail, dressed in a very snug, very short denim miniskirt and a blue tank top that showed a significant amount of her rather impressive cleavage, and a pair of flip-flops on her rather cute feet.
"Staci, what are you-"
"Silence, Doggie!" Staci snapped with a giggle. Phillip looked startled for a moment, then grinned and shut up, as the younger girl walked around the bed, looking at the older man sitting there atop the bedcovers.
"My, my, my," the girl said slowly, grinning, as she walked back and forth around the bed, "whatever is wrong with this picture?"
"Besides the fact that she's a toddler?!" Sarah heard her daughter whisper below her. Leanne had squeezed between her mother and the door so they could both peek out. "If that girl is 20 then I'll be shocked!"
"Hush, Lee!" Sarah whispered back, "they'll hear us!"
"I know!" the girl said with a giggle. "Dogs don't wear clothes like people! Why does my doggie have clothes on?!"
"I don't-" SMACK!
The redhead had reached down and slapped Phillip's face, hard enough to leave a red mark, but not brutally hard. "Doggies don't talk, people talk! Why is my doggie pretending to be a person?!"
The girl didn't sound angry, she sounded like she was happy and trying to suppress laughter, and Phillip smiled and nodded his head and lowered his eyes.
"Get those silly clothes off, Pooch!" she snapped, "Doggies should be naked!"
Sarah realized that she was about to see he ex-husband naked for the first time in ten years...and as the man on the bed began to undress, she realized her pussy was soaked, watching this scene unfold! The redhead was unbelievably cute, and Sarah's bisexual nature was responding both to the lightly-clad, well-built redhead and the handsome man on the bed!
As Phillip undressed, Sarah saw that her ex had been taking good care of himself. His stomach was flat, his chest more muscular than she remembered, without being 'muscle-bound'. He still had thick dark hair shot with a fair amount of gray, but his body was firm and she licked her lips as she watched in spite of herself, memories coming flooding back of being with this man...
Sarah noticed that Phillip was hairless, though, something that had never been true before! Completely naked now, the man on the bed was exposed both to the open gaze of his youthful lover and the concealed eyes of his ex-wife and eldest daughter just a few feet away!
"Much better, Doggie!" the Redhead said, "now be a good Doggie and get on the floor where you belong! Beds are for people, not animals!"
Before Sarah and Leanne's astonished eyes, the 47 year old man jumped from the bed, his rock-hard cock bouncing as he got on all fours on the floor, submissively kneeling in front of a girl younger than his daughters!
"What are you waiting for, Doggie?" Redhead asked. "Do you want to show how much you adore me?"
Sarah and Leanne watched with bated breath as Phillip nodded his head. The redheaded girl was standing imperiously a foot or two in front of him.
"Then prove it, Doggie! Kiss my foot and show me how much you love being my little pet!"
Phillip crawled forward on his bare hands and knees, his bare ass wobbling in the air as he did, then lowered his face to the girl's feet and began to loving kiss the exposed tops of her feet, bringing an affectionate grin to her face as she looked down at the older man. Her voice stayed stern, but she clearly was pleased and liked watching him as he worshipped her feet.
She sat down on the bed, held her legs out straight, long, sexy legs, and said, "Take my shoes off like a good Doggie, with your teeth!"
Facing directly away from the closet in which his ex-wife and child lay hidden, the middle-aged man crawled forward to his young lover and removed first her left sandal, than her right one, with his teeth as commanded, dropping them to one side, and then he went back to licking her feet, kissing her toes, submissively running his tongue along her soles and between the toes as if he had no other purpose in life but to do so.
As he did, his firm bare bottom wiggled on perfect display for his wife and daughter, and Sarah saw to her mixed amazement and excitement that her ex-husband's rump was neither pale white nor dark-tanned like her own. It was pinkish, and covered with half-faced red lines, the mark of a well-administered flogging! Sarah breathed harder, turned on in spite of her best efforts by the scene in front of her eyes and the body heat of Leanne, crammed up against her in the dark closet. Even through Leanne's clothing and her own, Sarah was now acutely aware of the warmth of Leanne's body, the motion of her back as she breathed, and the note of what sounded like heavy breathing to match her own.
'I don't believe this,' Sarah thought, 'I do not want to reach down and grab Lee's tits, I do not want to press against her, I don't!' the older woman insisted to herself sternly, even as she leaned down and pressed against Leanne's back. Even through her own clothes, and Leanne's, she could feel the heat of her daughter's body.
"You're so pathetic, Doggie," Redhead sighed in an exaggerated way, looking down at the older man busily sucking her toes. "I mean look at you, a grown man, respected and successful, and you're on your hands and knees sucking my big toe! I mean how sad is that?"
She had a grin on her face that didn't match her harsh words.
"Yes, Ma'am," Phillip said softly, pausing in his efforts, "you're so right, I am pathetic!"
"DOGGIE!" Redhead snapped. "What did I tell you about trying to act like a human being?! Why are you talking? You aren't good enough to talk!"
"Sor-" Phillip started to apologize, then broke off the word.
"Oh Doggie, can't you even do anything right?! Now I have to discipline you! Go get the cane and bring it to me, and make it fast!"
Phillip crawled out of his bedroom, on his hands and knees, and Redhead stretched out on the bed, breaking out in giggles the moment the older man left the room. She raised up her short skirt, revealing that she had on nothing underneath, and she began to lightly play with herself, barely running her fingers over the edges, as if she wanted to tease herself.
"I can't believe it, did you see that Mom? That little tramp has nothing on under that skirt!" Sarah heard her daughter saying, sounding as if she was both outraged and turned on.
Both women were breathing very hard now, watching raptly as the young woman on the bed tormented herself with her fingertips. The Redhead began to gasp and slowed the motions of her fingers, but she kept up some activity until the sound of a crawling man heralded the return of Phillip, carrying a cane in his mouth like a dog carrying a bone!
Redhead jumped to her bare feet, and looked stern again as the older man returned, and she smiled and said, "About time, Doggie! I was beginning to think I was going to have to come see what was keeping you, and you wouldn't have liked that, would you?"
Phillip shook his head frantically, as best he could with the thin little cane in his mouth.
"Well, maybe you're not quite as stupid as I thought, Doggie," Redhead said, sounding cruel but with a smile playing at the corners of her pretty mouth. "Jump up on the bed, Doggie, so I can give you the punishment you've earned!"
Phillip got up on the bed, not the way a normal person usually would, but doing his best to get up on the bed the way a dog would. He got up there, still on hands and knees, facing the head of the bed, his rock-hard dick sticking straight out below him. Redhead took the cane from his mouth, padded around behind him, and giggled.
She leaned over and grabbed his hard dick, and Sarah and Leanne heard him gasp.
"Look at this!" Redhead laughed. "It's so big and hard, it's almost like you weren't a complete sissy doggy pet, Doggie! It's almost like you're a man! But we both know better than that, don't we?"
The man on the bed shivered in humiliation and excitement, and nodded, acknowledging what she said.
Sarah was shivering herself now, heaving to lean against the closet wall to keep from falling forward and out onto the floor of the bedroom. She could hear Leanne almost gasping for air, the warm closeness of her back pressing up against her mother's chest with every breath. Sarah's panties were soaked and she was fighting the urge to plunge her fingers into her skirt in spite of the presence of her daughter with her!
'Of course,' a treasonous part of the woman's mind whispered, 'after what we did the other day...NO!'
SWISH!
The sound of the cane filled the room as it raced through the air, followed by the sound of rattan on the bare skin of a grown man's bottom, and a yelp of pain!
"Oh, Doggie," Redhead said with pretended sympathy, "did that hurt? I'm sorry you made me do this, but you didn't leave me any choice!"
SWISH! WHACK! "OOWW!" SWISH! WHACK! "AHHHEE!"
With each impact of the cane on her ex-husbands already visibly sore bottom, Sarah winced and gasped, watching this young girl whip her ex-husband in front of her was making her so hot she could barely stand it! She remembered being the one wielding the whip on that man, remembered receiving it from him, but she'd never actually watched someone _else_ flog her former mate...and it was the hottest thing she'd seen in ages!
'Who is this kid?' Sarah asked herself with the part of her brain that could still think. 'Damn but she's young!'
The Redhead gave Phillip a good flogging, leaving a grid of bright red marks across his bare behind. Phillip was quietly gasping, tears on his face, though he wasn't quite sobbing. After giving him 10 strokes, Redhead paused, breathing very hard, and walked around and held out the cane, and said, "Kiss it Doggie, show me how grateful you for your discipline!"
Before Sarah and Leanne's eager, shocked eyes, the 47 year old man humbly kissed the instrument that had just brought him pain. Redhead smiled, set the cane down, and ruffled Phillip's thick hair lovingly.
"Good Doggie!" she said. "Would you like to see me naked, Doggie? Is that what you'd like?"
The older man nodded his head, not speaking.
"I think you deserve it, Doggie, for taking your punishment so well!"
Phillip watched in open lust, and his ex-wife and grown daughter watched in a very similar way from their hiding place, as Redhead pulled off her tank top, revealing a large, firm pair of youthful tits, tiny white triangles and the thinnest pale lines reaching from around the nipples marking where her bikini usually rested. She grabbed the waistband of her denim skirt and slowly, teasingly slid it down, and since she was facing the man on the bed, her wiggling bare buns were pointing straight at the two women hiding in the closet!
"Look at that ass," Sarah heard her daughter groan in almost tormented whisper. "Damn! It's perfect!"
It was, Sarah thought. Like her tits, the girl had a pale white triangle marking the obvious location of a bikini across about half her now-bare behind, really obvious against the dark tan that covered the rest of her body. Just looking at those perfect, round, brown and pale buns make Sarah's pussy water, she'd always been attracted to both sexes and seeing Redhead with her ex-husband was making her crazy in many senses! A while of excitement, curiosity, desire, jealousy, and other emotions was awhirl in her brain.
Redhead climbed up on the bed, and Sarah saw her pale white soles, and she realized that even the girl's bare feet were pretty and sexy! The girl got on her knees in front of the older man, spreading her legs, and snapped, "Eat my pussy, Doggy! I want my Doggy to chase my pussy until he catches her!"
Phillip crawled forward, lowered his head, and began to lick the Redhead's crotch eagerly, actually looking a little like an eager oversized dog licking something, and Redhead began to twitch, a smile on her face, and in a few moments she was making a steady noise that was half a giggle, half a groan!
Sarah swallowed, or tried to with a very dry mouth, she knew from experience how good Phillip was at lapping a woman's cunt, and she was sure the Redhead was having a wonderful time, and she felt a sudden surge of jealousy over this young girl, that was _her_ husband! Then Sarah forced herself to remember that they were divorced and that it had been her idea. The urge to strange the Redhead passed, but not Sarah's envy at what she was experiencing!
"Look at them..." Leanne whispered. "I can't believe it, this is so crazy...so hot!"
Redhead grabbed Phillip's hair and yanked him toward her, closing her legs a little to trap his head in place, and urged him, "Yes, yes! Eat my pussy you worthless little dog! Lick it! Put that tongue in there, make me cum, it's all you're good for and I'm ready, yes, do it!"
Phillip made incoherent noises, trapped in place as the younger woman urged him on.
Suddenly the Redhead stretched back, her eyes rolling for a moment, and Sarah knew that her ex-husband had pushed her over the edge. She didn't make any sound, just remained tense, her naked body beautifully displayed, and then she slid back off the man, gasping.
"Good Doggie!" she said with a grin. "That was tolerable, you did good! Almost as good as my boyfriend!"
'Eh?' Sarah thought. 'Isn't Phil her boyfriend?'
"Woof," Phillip said, obviously not about to speak without permission. He looked ridiculous and hot at the same time to Sarah!
"Smart Doggie!" Redhead giggled. "I'll bet you're all turned on too, aren't you?"
Phillip nodded.
"You'd like to get that dick of yours inside me, wouldn't you, Doggie?"
Phillip nodded again, looking eager.
Phillip was still on his hands and knees on the bed. Redhead stretched out beside him lazily, her naked body a work of poetry in motion.
"Tell me, do you think a Doggie should be allowed to put his dick inside a girl like me? Wouldn't that be more than you deserve? Above your station as a mere animal?"
Phillip closed his eyes, and shuddered, and his hard cock jumped. Sarah suddenly suspected that he was sure he wasn't going to get laid, and that he hated it, and was turned on by it at the same time. She grinned, remembering all the times that man and herself had experienced the sweet misery of denial, the satisfying torture of being refused. The thrill of knowing he wanted to come and refusing to let him, the frustration of wanting him to bring her off and having him refuse...
"I just asked you a question, Doggie!"
"Woof!" Phillip shook his head, looking miserable. His cock was still hard.
"Good Doggie!" She ruffled his hair, like she was petting a dog. "You're right, you aren't good enough to fuck me, you're not man enough to ever put that dick in my mouth or my pussy, it wouldn't be right! It's too bad, it's so big and hard, but you just aren't good enough to deserve that!
"But you're been so good, so I'll let you get off, Doggie! Get on your belly, and make yourself cum on th bed! I'll watch!"
"Is Dad really going to-?!" Leanne whispered, and Sarah couldn't decide if she was shocked, outraged, or excited as she added, "Is that little bitch really going to make Daddy do that?!"
Phillip looking pleadingly at the naked girl on the bed, but she just lay there, head supported by an arm on her elbow, one perfect leg folded back, one stretched out. Phillip sighed and got on his belly on his own bed, and began to rub against it, and Sarah realized that the answer to her daughter's question was clearly a yes!
"Oh yeah, Doggie!" Redhead said, giggling. "Come on, fuck your bed, fuck the covers, since you're not good enough for a real girl! Come on the covers like a good Doggie!"
From where they hid, Sarah and Leanne could see the man's bare bottom rising up and down as he thrust against the bed, his dick trapped between his belly and the covers, and then he let out a gasp and it happened, his cum spraying under his body! Redhead giggled and teased him without mercy as he lay in his own cum, blushing and gasping.
"Good Doggie!" Redhead said.
"I don't believe that just happened," Leanne whispered. "Damn."
"Roll over, Doggie!"
Phillip obeyed, revealing a puddle of cum on the sheets and his stomach. The Redhead reached down, ran two fingers into it, and raised them toward her mouth as if about to taste it, then suddenly put her fingers to Phillip's face and ordered him harshly, "Suck my fingers, Doggy! Clean up your mess!"
Before the astonished, excited hidden eyes of his ex-wife and oldest daughter, Phillip Brashey opened his mouth and obeyed, taking her fingers in his mouth and eating his own cum! Sarah gasped, they'd never gone that far in their games!
When her fingers were clean, the Redhead dipped a little more up, and repeated the process, sometime drawing it off Phillip's belly as well, until he'd eaten more-or-less his whole load. Finally, she ordered him to follow her to the shower, and he did, on his hands and knees, a crawling naked middle-aged man-dog trailing after an imperious, nude aristocrat.
When the bedroom was empty, Sarah and Leanne didn't move for a few moments. Then Sarah finally said, in a whisper, "We should go, now!"
"I know," Leanne replied, not moving. Neither did Sarah, for a moment, her head whirling in confusion. Then, finally, with an effort of will, she pushed aside the closet door, and emerged, legs shaking both from her excitement and the fact that they'd been motionless so long, the pins-and-needles sensation of restored circulation filled them and she wobbled a bit, and Leanne seemed no better.
"Shut the closet behind us," Leanne hissed, and Sarah did it, and the two women made their retreat from the apartment, hearing the sound of the shower running as they passed the bathroom and the girl's voice singing, on key at that. Sarah wondered if her ex-husband was in the shower with the girl, or not, but dared not peek to find out.
Mother and daughter managed to walk normally to the elevators, and again as the elevator deposited them at ground level. Their clothes were rumpled, but not bad enough to draw much attention, and they were breathing normally by the time they reached Sarah's car. Nobody nearby would have looked twice at them, other than men noticing two very attractive blondes. Sarah fumbled with the keys and managed to start the engine, and neither woman said a word until they were halfway to Sarah's place.
Then Leanne asked, "Mom...did you know that girl?"
"Never saw her before in my life, Lee."
As Sarah worked her car through a busy intersection, Leanne said, "That was...did you and Daddy ever do anything like that?!"
Sarah looked at Leanne for a moment before returning her eyes to the busy road. She toyed with refusing to answer, is was after all a very personal question, but then she sighed and said, "We did stuff like that...but never that intense!"
"I know...obviously everything they were doing was voluntary," Leanne said softly. "And Heaven knows I'm the last person who should be casting aspersions about other people's fantasies...but even so...it's just that she, I mean she's younger than me! A LOT younger than me!!"
"I know," Sarah said, "believe me, I noticed."
"So would it be hypocritical of me to just skip the preliminaries and start hating her now?" Leanne asked, trying for levity.
Sarah smiled and said, almost in relief, "If you do, you'll have to take a number and wait. I'm already there."
"Oh Mom, I don't understand it! I mean, it's obviously not any of my business, after all, and I just sat there and spied on my own father having sex, and it's not like I haven't had fantasies, heck my drawings make what we saw look like plain vanilla, but-"
"But you're wishing you could drag that redhead slut out and beat the shit out of her?" Sarah asked, and her daughter nodded in confusion.
"I think I really hate her, Mom! And I don't even know her! I haven't even met her, really, I don't even know her name, I just spied on her like a peeping tom and now I feel like I want to feed her into the wood chipper right after it finishes with Gary!"
Sarah was having a hard time unsnarling her own confused feelings as well, as she pulled her car up into her garage. Like her daughter, she had developed a strong dislike of that redheaded girl, and like her daughter she couldn't straighten out quite, exactly, why that was so. And yet...
As they went into the house, Sarah saw Leanne bend over to remove her high heels, and as her ass was outlined in her skirt Sarah caught her breath. She was still turned on from what she'd seen earlier, and her daughter's rump was just as beautiful as that redheaded bitch's-NO!
"Mom," Leanne said as she stood up, "if we hate her so much...why are both so horny right now?"
"I'm not-"
"I could see your reflection in the TV screen, Mother dear," Leanne said as she turned in her stockinged fet to face the older woman. "You were staring at my ass and all but drooling, and all I can think about is how bad I'd like to get my hands on those gorgeous boobs under that blouse! What's gotten into us?!"
Sarah blushed at her daughter's frankness, but she knew Leanne was right.
"I don't know, Honey, I'm just as mixed up as you are, honestly. I feel like I'm going crazy."
The two women looked at each other for a moment, and Leanne stepped a step closer, and said softly, "Nobody has to know, Mom. We've already done it once, what difference does it make to the divorce now if we do it twice?"
"Honey, you know we can't-"
Leanne put her arms on Sarah's shoulders and kissed her mother on the lips, and after a moment of helpless resistance Sarah started to kiss back. She felt her hands starting to roam over Leanne's clothes, and then she pushed her back and snapped, "NO! Not now!"
Leanne looked hurt for a moment, but Sarah went on, breathing hard but determined, "I don't know if it could hurt anything or not, I don't know but Barbara's the expert and she said 'no sex'. She did say specifically no sex with either men or women, and last I looked I fall into one of those categories! Babs didn't say no sex with your own mother, but I'm pretty sure she would have if it had entered her mind, too! I'm no lawyer, but you know what, Baby? I have just a little hunch that if he knew about it, Gary's lawyer could do something with the fact that we've been carrying on!"
Leanne looked like she wanted to argue, and Sarah hoped she wouldn't because she was pretty sure her own resistance would crumble if Leanne pressed the point. Leanne looked so hot, so sexy, so desirable, and at the same time so adorable...but they couldn't. Not then.
"You're right, Mom," Leanne said after a moment. "And...this isn't how I want us to do it again, either. Not when we're so angry about that woman, whoever she is, not when our motives are this mixed. Not when we can't unsnarl whatever it is we're feeling today. I want it to be because you and I both want to do it for us!"
Sarah was silent for a long time, wondering what she was committing herself to, then she heard herself add, "Me too, Lee. Me too."
Silence fell for a moment, Sarah shook her head, she'd just taken the idea of them having sex again, eventually, from an 'if' to a 'when' and she wasn't sure how she felt about that...but she knew it was the way things were.
"So..." Leanne said, "what now?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, how do we find out who Ms. Redheaded Slut is and what she's doing with Daddy?"
Sarah laughed knowingly. "Leave to that your old mother, Honey."
TO BE CONTINUED...