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Just after 4:00 am that Sunday morning Jimmy Cox rolled over, he was surprised he'd slept so soundly. The master bedroom was softly lit in a golden glow from the nightlight on the far wall. His mother always liked a little light in the house so there were several nightlights around their small home. In that light Missy's slender body had a lovely glow, it reminded him of a turn of the century painting.

She'd rolled onto her belly with one hand tucked under her cheek. Jimmy couldn't resist gently running his hand over her back, bottom and legs; she was soft as silk. He wondered if her softness was due to her hairless condition, 'No matter,' he thought. Very gently he moved closer and carefully parted her butt cheeks; her rectum was a very pale pink. It reminded him of a rose bud waiting to open.

Missy shifted turning her head toward him, in a sleepy voice she said, "Jimmy, do you want to do me up the butt?"

He smiled, "I was just thinking how pretty your butthole is and that I'd like to kiss it. What do you know about doing it up the butt?"

She yawned, stretched and rolled on her side.

He noticed how sweet her small breasts were, realizing that each one would fit comfortably in his hands. In the morning light he thought, 'Damn this girl is so pretty.' The thought struck him hard and he realized that she was so much more than he'd ever imagined in so many ways. He realized that too often you don't pay attention to the treasures right under your nose.

"Remember when we had the class trip to the Art Institute in Chicago last fall?" she asked.

"Sure, I thought that place was wonderful; I've never seen so many spectacular things!"

She stretched and yawned, then continued. "Well, when I was in the book shop I found this big book; you know the coffee table size. Anyway, it's called the Karma Sutra. It's from India and it's all about different sexual positions and how to do stuff."

"How in the world did they let you buy that, you were only 17?" he asked with interest.

She grinned, "I told the cashier I was buying it for my parents as a gift. So she let me buy it and even wrapped it up in brown paper so nobody would know I had it. She wasn't much older than me so we kind of hit it off."

"Did you show it to your mom?"

"No way did man; but I study it quite a bit. I wanted to be ready, you know? I have it stashed at home. The world would probably come to an end if mom found it."

"So what did you learn?" he asked with a grin and a soft warm voice; she thought it was the sexist sound she'd ever heard.

She laughed softly, "Tell you what; get on your hands and knees like a pony."

He scrambled to the position, "I'm ready," he said.

Missy rolled on her back and slid under him positioning her face directly under his swinging cock and then pulled a pillow under her head. His cockhead was resting on her mouth. She sucked his cockhead and an inch more in then began licking and sucking. His cock had been full but not hard, now it was steel.

As she sucked she reached up and began caressing his crack. A moment later she pushed a finger into his bottom, there was little resistance. Continuing to suck so sweetly, Jimmy found himself pushing down forcing more of his shaft into her mouth. As he did so she pushed another finger in and began massaging his prostate. Sucking combined with the massage caused a fireball to explode in his ass and blast into her mouth.

Missy never stopped sucking as cum filled her mouth, toward the end she pushed harder on his prostate until he was empty. She continued sucking as he groaned out his pleasure only stopping when he said, "Dear God, give me a break. I think my asshole is collapsing ..."

She sucked hard and moved away until his softening cock popped out of her mouth. Jim fell on his side and sighed out loud, "Honey girl, that was wonderful, the best ever!"

She moved up next to him and kissed him hard on the mouth pushing her cum coated tongue inside sharing a taste with him. She broke their kiss, swallowing it all.

She spoke with that happy girl voice, "Man that was great. It was just like I read. You know, cum doesn't taste as bad as I've heard; not bad at all." She stretched and rolled back against him.

Jimmy looked into her big brown eyes, "That was in the book?"

She grinned, "And a whole lot more ..."

"I gotta' read that book," he said tiredly.

Missy hugged him and they dosed off again.

The sun was fully up when they woke again. Jimmy felt her hand on his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently. He looked down his body and saw her kneeling by his side on the bed; her face was close to his cock studying his genitals.

He moved slightly and she looked up at him smiling, "Hey there, did I wake you?"

"Oh no, a naked girl fondling my balls would never wake me," he said with laughter in his voice.

"Well now that this big boy is up, maybe this will keep you awake," she said as she turned and moved astride his body. She took his hard cock in hand and guided it to the mouth of her pussy, she was surprisingly wet. She rubbed his cockhead up and down her lips, and then mounted him.

She allowed him to enter her just slightly; perhaps an inch. Then she lifted and lowered her body slowly taking a little more each time until he encountered firm resistance. She'd been bent over watching his cock move in and out until the resistance caused her to look up.

"Am I doing OK?" she asked.

"Perfect," he said.

She grinned like a little girl who'd been told she could have a puppy. She lifted herself nearly all the way and dropped. He felt something tear and she grimaced as pain flickered across her face.

He reached up steadying her, "Are you hurt?" he asked, concern filled his voice.

His cock was all the way in, they sat pelvis to pelvis. She said, "Yes, you've just deflowered me ya' dummy." Seeing his concern she said, "But it's getting better ..."

He slid his hands from her shoulders and captured a small breast in each hand. The sensation of his hands gave her a rush of warmth that was amplified when his thumbs began to softly strum her hard nipples. She sighed, "Oh that's nice."

She leaned forward lying on his chest and they kissed. Nice long wet kisses as his cock began to twitch deep inside her. She began to move slowly, up and down just a little. After a time she sat up and began lifting and falling faster and faster; Jimmy lightly pinched and pulled her nipples until she shuddered, "Oh, Oh Shit ... Oh Damn Jimmy ... it feels so good."

She dropped her chin to her chest and began grinding her pelvis against his; instinctively he worked a hand between them and began fingering her erect clit. She threw her head back shaking and screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkk!"

She fell forward kissing him hard as she wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed until he thought she might strangle him. When she relaxed she turned her head to the side and snuggled into his chest with a deep sigh. He put his arms around her and kissed her cheek tenderly.

Movement caught his eye causing him to look across the room. His mother and father were standing in the doorway. His father had a big grin on his face; his mother smiled a tiny smile and very quietly pulled the door closed.

They lay together for a longtime until Missy groaned and rolled off. She turned and rolled up next to him kissing his face, "Mister Cox that was great! In fact, I might consider doing that again a hundred times ... God that was so good."

He pulled her face to his and kissed her again, "It was good for me too you know."

She grinned at him, "OK then; we can do it again a hundred times. But right now I gotta' pee." She moved to the side of the bed and sat there.

"Would you like a hand?" he asked quietly.

"That's probably a good idea, my hips are kinda' sore. I've not had any practice in that position," she giggled.

"I should probably tell you something," he said with a grin.

"And what would that be?" she grinned at him happily.

"Mom and Dad are home," he said.

"WHAT?"

"I don't know how long they've been home; but after you hollered fuck I saw them in the doorway."

"Oh fuck me," she said as she turned a bright red all over. Jimmy was reminded how lovely her body was and how pretty she'd become in his eyes.

"Calm down, they're not mad."

"First, how would you know, and second, they saw us fucking ... my ass was pointed at the door. They could have seen your cock in my pussy ... and everything ... OH SHIT!"

He got up, walked around and knelt at her feet, "First, you have a spectacular ass. They were blessed to see it. Second, they were smiling when I looked up. If they were mad, we would've known it right then. It's gonna' be fine."

She blew a gust of air out and grabbed his hands, "Jimmy, I'm naked. I don't have any clothes; everything's on the line outside ... oh fuck me!"

He caught her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth, "Just sit still, I'll get something for you."

As he turned to the closet she said, "Jimmy I gotta' pee."

He stopped, took her hands in his pulling her to her feet, "Come on, let's go pee."

He opened the door, looked out and seeing no one he lead her to the bathroom. He seated her on the toilet, "I'll be right back."

As he pulled the door shut he felt his mother's hand on his arm, "Morning son," she whispered.

He turned and she gave him a hug, "Dad has gone up to the store to pick up some things for breakfast. You both should take a shower; you stink of sex ... go shower now."

Jim went back into the bathroom and started the shower as she flushed. "Everything is fine, nobody is mad. Dad's picking up some things for breakfast; we should get cleaned up."

Missy just nodded and joined him in the shower. He took his time washing her hair, given her condition he was doubly surprised at how thick and lush it was. He worked in some rinse and then soaped her from top to bottom. Giving her a final rinse he turned to himself and was pleased when she turned and began washing him spending extra time on his genitals.

"Jimmy, I'm so embarrassed. Only three people have seen me naked; my mom, my doctor and you. Now your mother and father have seen me naked and gotten a good look at your big cock turning my pussy inside out ... dear Lord, I don't know ..."

He rinsed carefully and then kissed her tenderly, "Take a breath pretty girl. My folks can keep a secret and they would NEVER embarrass you; period, end of story."

After they'd dried and combed there was a soft tap on the door as it opened. Ellen Cox stepped in and handed a robe to Missy. "Good morning honey, breakfast will be ready in a minute," she smiled a soft sweet smile; Missy found it reassuring.

She handed Jim a t-shirt and shorts, "Don't dawdle now, come eat while it's hot."

Ellen filled their plates and coffee cups, breakfast was eaten quietly. Missy was surprised that not only was she hungry and that the food was good, but that everything seemed so normal. When they finished Dan Cox leaned back, "It's nice to know that when we're away from home that Jimmy feels comfortable having friends over." His voice was friendly but laden with a teasing tone.

Ellen Cox looked across the table sharply, "Dan, cut it out. Missy is embarrassed enough; just imagine your mother seeing me on top of you."

Dan burst out laughing, "I can just see that now, my mother would have been yelling at the top of her lungs and pulling you off me. That would have been something ..."

Jimmy cut in, "OK guys; I hope you're having fun embarrassing Missy. For my part, you can watch me anytime but just stop ..."

Missy had dropped her face to her chest during this exchange and turned bright red with embarrassment. Just as Jimmy was completing his thought Ellen spoke up, "I think there's been more than enough talk about this. It stops now." She was serious and the men knew it.

She turned to Missy, "Missy dear, I know you're embarrassed. But don't you worry, not a whisper will leave this house unless it comes from you. Now, you two louts take a walk, Missy and I are going to get a little better acquainted. Go on, get!"

Dad and son quickly walked outside. They stood quietly on the front lawn until Jimmy suddenly remembered his Saturday night date with Annabelle Kolinsky. "Dad, may I borrow you cell phone please?"

Dan dug in his pocket and brought out the small black clamshell phone. Jimmy said, "Thanks, I'll explain later." He walked a good distance away and pressed in the numbers for the Inn on the Freeway. It rang several times before being answered by a breathless clerk, "Yes, may I help you?"

"Yes please, may I be connected to Room 401?"

"One moment Sir," he said. There was a wait and the clerk came back on the line, "May I ask if you are Mr. Cox?"

Jimmy was puzzled, "Yes I am."

"I'm sorry Sir, Mrs. Kolinsky has checked out; but, she did leave an envelope for you. Will you be picking it up?"

"Yes, I'll pick it up today; thank you."

Walking back to his Dad, Dan asked, "Everything OK?"

Jimmy pursed his lips, "I'm not sure. You wanta' take a ride with me?"

"Sure, but you better tell your Mom we're leaving."

Jimmy looked in the front door and saw his mother and Missy sitting at the table holding hands. Seeing him they both looked up. "Mom, Dad and I are going to take a short ride, OK?"

They both smiled and she said, "Yes dear, we're fine. You boys take your ride."

On the way to the motel they were mostly quiet until Dan asked, "What's going on son?"

Jimmy hesitated and then, "I sorta' had a date last night and I forgot. I'm worried that I hurt her feelings. When I called they told me she was gone and left me an envelope."

Dan looked at him sternly, "First of all, you either did or didn't have a date. Secondly, I expect you did hurt the girl's feelings and lastly, where the hell are we going?"

Jimmy shook his head a little, "The Inn on the Freeway."

"What kind of girl is staying at the motel?" Dan asked.

"Well ... she's not quite a girl," Jim replied slowly as he pulled into the parking area. Stopping the truck he said, "I'll be right back."

He identified himself to the desk clerk and received the envelope. He asked the clerk when she left, "It was Saturday afternoon Sir; anything else?" Jim simply nodded no.

He stopped in the lobby and slowly ripped the envelope open, inside he read:

Dear Jim,

I'm so sorry to be leaving so soon, but it can't be helped.

My sister slipped on the stairs at home and broke her hip. So, I'm need there.

I will be back, don't you have too much fun with the pretty girls. Save some for me.

Until then,

Annie

He felt a warm flush of relief when he finished. He thought to himself, 'Thank God, at least she doesn't know I'm a thoughtless asshole.' Tapping his side with the note he headed back to the truck. Getting in he turned to his Dad, "It's all good Dad."

Dan said, "Before you start the truck, let's talk." Jimmy looked at his Dad questioningly.

There's a large green space surrounding the motel with several large maples and oaks. Dan got out of the truck and walked to a long bench under a thirty year old oak tree. Jimmy followed him and when seated said, "What's up Dad?"

"A couple of things; first, I want you to tell me when all this sex stuff started. I know can't have been going on very long, I'm sure I would have noticed the change."

They sat quietly for several minutes until Jimmy said, "Late May, before graduation."

"Fucking your aunt then?"

Jimmy realized he was feeling like he did when he was a little boy in trouble, only he didn't believe he'd done anything really wrong. "Dad, I'm a grown man; maybe not grown very long, but grown."

Dan just nodded and said, "Go on."

"So yes, I did have sex with Aunt Jean; but only one time. Honestly ..."

Dan laughed, "You know I've wanted to fuck your Aunt for years. The woman has great tits."

Jimmy was astonished, "Really ... no shit ... but, what about Uncle Bill?"

"I love my brother, but your uncle is a dog. That man would fuck a snake if it'd hold still. Shit, I bet he's fucked a hundred other women since he married Jean."

"Dad, I've never heard you talk that way ..."

"Like you said, you're a man now. I don't have to sugar coat my thoughts," Dan said. "So you and Jean ... before those men showed up?"

"Just a couple of days."

Dan nodded his head, "That's what I figured; who else? Or should I say how many more?"

Jimmy thought about it, then said quietly, "You know about Mary Kate and then there's Leslie White and Mavis Purdy and Missy."

"Leslie White and Mavis Purdy; God Damn boy you get around! Your Mom told me about the Whites gettin' you to run around naked, so I'm not surprised. But how did you end up with Mavis?"

Jimmy told him about being so comfortable working nude and Mavis walking up on him and the subsequent sex. His Dad leaned back and hee-hawed, laughing until he had to wipe his eyes. "I would have given a hundred dollars to see that. It must have been a sight. So how is Mavis?"

"To tell the truth Dad she's really enthusiastic; I'd like some more; Mavis feels good."

"Good Lord, are you getting' blow jobs from all those women too?"

Jimmy just grinned. Dan said, "I swear, I was born too soon. What a world!"

"Dad, have you had anyone other than Mom?"

Dan smiled, "Nope! Not since the day I saw her. Your mother is a treasure, she's never said no to me. More to the point she's always made me happy, but I'd be a liar if I didn't say I'd been tempted a time or two. After all I ain't dead."

Dan turned sideways on the bench toward Jimmy, "Now you pay attention. I'm not criticizing; just remember to treat these women right. Women remember a man who treats them right and they remember the assholes. When it comes to the Whites you be extra careful, there's something not right about Mitchell White, step lightly."

Jimmy started to rise when Dan put his hand on his arm, "One more thing." Jimmy sat and looked at his Dad questioningly.

"When are you going to tell me about your mother?"

Jimmy's heart sank, he felt sick to his stomach. He turned white and sank back into the bench. His father sat quietly waiting. Jimmy felt like his life was flashing before his eyes, 'this is bad, really bad' he thought. He sucked in a breath and turned to his father.

"It wasn't her fault, it was all my fault. Honestly ..." his words were almost inaudible.

"Your mother told me all about it. You should know we don't lie to one another, ever. It took her a while but she told me. She said that you were in pain over the man's death and the things that happened to Jean and Sophie. She said she took you to bed to distract you and give you comfort. After that she said it just seemed natural."

"Dad, please don't be angry with Mom. Be mad at me ..."

Dan smiled, "I'm not angry with either one of you. Sure I was pretty pissed at first, but thinking it over, if your Grandmother had offered the same I'd have done the same. Besides, it ain't like you're not half me ... and ya' did keep it in the family."
"What now Dad?"

"Now we go home and see what's going on with the women," he said easily.

When they stood Dan pulled him into a hug, "I love you son. When things happen always tell the truth, every time, don't try to dodge it."

Jimmy hugged him hard, "Yes Sir."

Twenty minutes later they parked in the drive at home. Feeling relieved, Jimmy opened the door for his Dad. Inside he was surprised to see Missy dressed in worn jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. When he got to the kitchen he said, "Nice get-up!"

Missy smiled, "Your Mom took me home so I could get some fresh clothes. We're making potato salad and fried chicken."

Ellen was busy cutting up a couple of chickens, "Missy had these in the fridge at home, so we decided to fry them up before they went bad. The potato salad was her idea."

Jimmy grinned, "Great! Can I help?"

Both women said, "No" at the same time causing them to laugh and wave him back to the living room. He knew it was going to be a great day, and indeed it was. They enjoyed a delicious early dinner, including lots of talk and laughter.

Around 4:30 Sunday afternoon they loaded 3 boxes of Ellen's things in Dan's company pick-up and watched them head back to Chicago for the summer. When the truck was out of sight, Missy turned to Jimmy and said, "I brought my special book from home; wanta' study with me?

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As Dan and Ellen turn onto the interstate, Everett Murphy pulled into his garage. His emotions were in turmoil; on the one hand he was pleased that Mary Kate would be in South Bend for the summer on the other he would sorely miss her.

Linda opened the kitchen door for him, "Nice to have you home dear," she said. She didn't actually mean it; if she had more courage or faith in herself she would divorce him. His behavior during the last 3 months had been beastly. He'd struck her, forced her to perform disgusting sex acts and generally bullied her.

Unfortunately, she reasoned, there was too much at stake. She was not financially independent; she needed his income to maintain her lifestyle. More importantly, a divorce was not sanctioned by the church and it could jeopardize Mary Kate's college. 'No,' she thought, 'better make the best of things."

Dropping his suitcase on the floor he said, "You can put those things away, I need a drink. When's supper?"

"In about an hour, baked salmon with whipped potatoes and peas."

"Good," he said walking across the room to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of scotch, dropped in ice cubes then stopped to kick off his shoes and unbuckle his pants. He sat the whisky glass on the cabinet, pulled off his socks and boxers leaving them on the floor.

"Everett, aren't you going to put on some shorts of something?"

He turned toward her irritated, "No, are we expecting company?"

"No, but you always wear something ..."

"It's just you and me now," he said idly rubbing his balls. Linda watched him warily until he carried his drink to his chair in the living room and turned on the television to watch golf.

When she called him for dinner he came in wearing only his undershirt. Linda didn't know what to think, "Would you like a towel to sit on dear?" she asked.

He looked at her oddly and then said, "No, let's eat."

They ate in silence. When he finished he said, "That was an excellent dinner dear, thank you."

He stood and began rubbing his cock until it became hard. Linda sat quietly hoping he'd go back to the television; but no such luck.

He picked up the left over bowl of whipped potatoes and dipped his dick in covering the cockhead with the creamy mixture. He turned to Linda, "Suck the potatoes off."

"Everett, really I don't know what's gotten into you. I'm not going to do that, I need to clean up and do the dishes."

He shook his head and wiped his cock off on the table cloth before leaving the room. She cleared things away and started the dishwasher hoping he would leave her alone. Then she heard him call her name from upstairs, "What do you need dear?"

"Come up here I need you," he replied.

She climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom finding him sitting naked on the edge of the mattress. He looked up at her with pain filled eyes, "You still have any of those pain pills from the dentist?"

She thought for a moment looking up at the ceiling to focus, "Yes, they may be in the blue shoe box in the closet. Linda never put pills in the bathroom medicine cabinet, it was a quirk she gotten from her mother.

Everett glared at her; "Would you get them please?" he was angry but unmoving.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and scurried to the closed pulling down an old blue shoe box; within its walls were a jumble of partially filled pill bottles for all manner of ailments. She quickly located the bottle with Percodan pills for dental pain.

She hurried back to Everett's side and handed him the bottle. He quickly shook out three pills and looked up at her, "WATER!"

She rushed away, returning with a small glass of water then watched him gulp the pills down. After a moment she said, "Don't you think you should see the doctor dear?" her voice was thin and nervous.

He sighed quietly and then said softly, "No, not really, it's just all the stress with the business and here at home. I'm going to sleep now. Wake me at 6:30 in the morning and have breakfast ready."

He pulled back the sheet, got in and went immediately to sleep.

Linda stood by the edge of the bed watching him. She was humiliated, angry and frightened by this man she'd known so long. For more than 20 years of marriage he'd been a good husband, a good provider. But these last few months he'd been horrible; hurting her, violating her and seeming to take pleasure in all of it, she stood there watching him sleep with a few tears slipping down her cheeks. After a while she dried her tears on her sleeve and left to tidy up the house, lock up, take her bath and finally to bed.

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Monday morning brought clear blue skies, bright sunshine and a soft cool breeze from the north. It was a perfect summer day. Jimmy woke before 7:00 am; he enjoyed laying there in the cool morning air. It was especially nice lying next to Missy. She was face down in the sheets snoring very softly, it was adorable.

He eased out of bed and walked very softly to the bathroom. While he was taking a powerful morning piss he heard the kitchen phone ringing followed by the click of the answering machine. He thought, 'Awfully early, who'd be calling now?' He leaned down to flush and saw Missy standing in the doorway.

"Good morning!" she said in a soft sleepy voice.

"Hey pretty girl, sleep well?"

"After you finally let me sleep ..."

Jimmy laughed, "ME ... after I finally let you sleep. The way I remember it you took us through 4 of the 64 positions in your special book!"

She grinned, "OK, maybe I was kind of the leader, but you kept putting your big cock in my special places mister!"

He reached behind her grasping her firm round bottom and pulled her into a full body hug. "Lady, I swear if my dick wasn't so sore, I'd put in a few special places this morning."

She wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him hard. "I'd sure let you Sir; but, my little pussy is sore too. Not to mention my hips feel like they've been relocated."

She took a deep breath, "Jimmy, thank you so much for these last few days. I even loved being with your mom; in spite of her seeing us fuck like rabbits. Now let me go, I gotta' pee."

He was fascinated by the way her whole body relaxed when she closed her eyes and began to pee. He wondered if he looked the same when he peed. As her flow came to an end she opened her eyes and looked at him, "What are you looking at?" she said.

"Just you pretty girl. How about breakfast?" he said.

She grinned, "Oh please Sir!"

He walked around to the kitchen and was shocked to see his Uncle Bill sitting at the table. "SHIT, Uncle Bill you nearly scared me to death!"

Bill Cox looked at his nephew standing there so tall, muscular, glowing with youth and vitality. "Sorry Jim, I got here a couple of minutes ago and let myself in. I was kind of surprised that you weren't up; you're usually up at the crack of dawn."

"Would you like some coffee Uncle Bill?"

Just then Missy came walking into the kitchen looking pretty and fresh and naked, "HOLY SHIT!" she said as she turned and ran back to the bedroom.

Bill laughed, "Jim I gotta' show up here more often. That's a nice looking naked girl."

Jimmy shook his head and mumbled, "Fuck me, not again," and walked slowly to the bedroom. Open the door he saw Missy sitting on the edge of the bed a lovely color of pink.

"Jimmy, do all your relatives have to see me naked?"

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea he was here. Don't worry, I can absolutely guarantee he will never tell a soul, not even Mom and Dad. I promise!" He took her hand in his and pulled her up into a hug.

"Well I guess God is telling me I should be a nudist. Just runnin' around naked so everybody can see my plain pussy," she said half sad and half funny.

"Little girl, you listen to me. There is not one thing plain about you naked, especially your beautiful pussy!" Jimmy said and then kissed her softly.

"OK Mister Cox. Guess we better get dressed before the whole town shows-up."

They dressed quickly. Jimmy pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, Missy her jeans and t-shirt. Walking back into the kitchen they could smell coffee and bread toasting. Uncle Bill turned from the coffee pot, "I didn't mean to embarrass you Missy, but I have to say you looked beautiful. Not to say you don't look nice now."

"Thank you Mr. Cox, I hope we can keep this between us," she said quietly.

"If I was to say a word I expect that fine young man there would beat me half to death. No need to concern yourself, I didn't see a thing. How about some coffee?"

They drank fresh coffee and ate hot buttered toast with jam, and chatted about nothing for a few minutes. Bill looked at Jimmy, "Jim, I'd like to talk to you about something. Could we take a walk?"

He rose and turned toward the door, then said, "Missy, it was really nice to see you ... well, shit, I'm sorry, I a ..."

Missy laughed, "That's OK Mr. Cox, I know what you mean."

Jimmy leaned down for a kiss and she whispered, "I'll make some eggs and bacon, OK?" He nodded with a smile and walked out after Uncle Bill.

When he got outside Bill was leaning against his Mercedes convertible, seeing Jimmy he smiled. "Jim, I expect you know my reputation with women." Jimmy just nodded wondering with this was going.

Bill paused and then said, "It's kind of like I can't help myself or maybe I don't want too. Anyway, I've screwed a lot of women since I married your Aunt. Here's the thing, I heading out on the road for the next 3 or 4 weeks. Your Aunt knows I fuck around on her, I can't believe she puts up with my shit ..."

He stopped again, "This is awkward, but ah ... so, you know your Aunt thinks the world of you, right?"

Jimmy quickly said, "Yes Sir."

"So ... ah ... well ... you should make a pass at her; and ah ... if she wants to, you should give it to her." He stood there waiting for Jimmy's response.

Jimmy was looking at the ground and his first thought was, 'thank God he doesn't know.' He stood quietly listening to his heart beat for what seemed like a very long time.

"Uncle Bill are you telling me you what me to make a move on Aunt Jean?" there was a tremble in his voice and the sense of uncertainty.

Bill laughed quietly, "I guess I am. She's loves you son, she always has and since the shit hit the fan at the house you're her hero; but not as a kid anymore, like a man. She still loves me, but honestly I think she'd be happier with some fresh dick. Can't say I blame her and I didn't want you to think I'd be mad at you if you ... ah, you know, you took advantage of that opportunity."

Jimmy looked at his Uncle and said, "OK then ..."

"Dammit boy, come here," Bill said hugging Jimmy. "I love you son, be good to her and don't tell me. I don't need to know." He kissed Jimmy on the cheek, slapped his shoulder and turned to get in the car.

Jimmy touched his arm stopping him, "I love you too Uncle Bill, be careful." They smiled at each other and waived as he drove away.

In the kitchen the smell of bacon frying stirred his hunger juices; the toast was good but not enough. Seeing him Missy smiled and pointed at his seat. She quickly scrambled some eggs, plated the food and sat down a small platter of sliced tomatoes. They ate quietly.

When she finished her plate she said, "So what was that all about?"

Jimmy looked at her for a moment, "Another secret. I want to tell you, but like you not having any hair below your neck, it has to be a real secret."

She smiled, "This is like a continuing mystery. OK, I promise. Honest Jimmy, I really mean it."

He shook his head slowly, "No shit, who would have thought we'd have all these secrets. So, here's what he wanted to tell me. Are you ready?"

Missy just nodded.

"My Uncle Bill just told me it would be alright with him if I made love to my Aunt!"

Missy's mouth dropped open, "Oh my God!"

"Exactly my thought," he said.

Missy grinned at him, "Before you do, I want to give Number 32 a try," they laughed together.

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Jeanie Cox and Sophie Reynolds sat at the kitchen table sipping iced tea and talking. They were about to drive to the Regional Medical Center for their appointments with the Dr. Sue, the Psychotherapist. Sophie's appointment was at 10:45 and Jeanie's at 11:50. They'd been several times and the therapist was really helping them to deal with the violent assault and their family's response.

Sophie would sit out under the trees and wait for Jeanie to finish, and then they would have a leisurely lunch talking quietly about their respective insights and thoughts. They were first cousins and lifelong best friends. If you were to have an experience like the one they had, it was great to be able to overcome it together.

On the drive over Sophie asked Jeanie, "Have you seen Jimmy?"

Keeping her eyes on the road, Jeanie replied, "No, not really. With his dad gone, he's been really busy working. Bill told me he had a big job at the White's and he's been tangled up with that Mary Kate Murphy girl."

Sophie's eyes gleamed, "So, do you still want to fuck him?"

She grinned glancing at Sophie, "I don't just want to, I WILL fuck him stupid. You wanta' join me?"

"Yes please! Ryan hasn't laid a hand on me since that man ... you know ..."

Jeanie's eye's furrowed, "Why, what ..."

"He says he wants' me to be completely well so that it doesn't bring back any bad memories. I don't know, maybe its bullshit." Sophie said quietly.

"Have you talked to Dr. Sue about it?"

Thinking about Dr. Sue the psychotherapist, Sophie said, "Yeah, she says it's not uncommon for the family to treat you like broken glass."

Jeanie drove quietly for a while and as she turned into the parking area at the hospital she said, "Tell you what; the 4th is coming up soon. Let's plan an after the 4th party for you, me and Jimmy before our next session with Dr. Sue?"

Sophie responded, "I can get Mom and Dad to take our kids out for the day; maybe down to the swim park in Centralia. They really love their time with all the kids." Sophie's parents had decided to stay for the summer to give their daughter some breathing room and were always willing to take both sets of children off for an adventure.

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I had to take Missy home that morning. Turns out she'd promised her mom that she would clean the house and do the laundry. I asked if she wanted my help, she just laughed and told me to go make some money instead. After dropping her off at home I circled back home.

I like to make lists of things to do and schedule them out. When I went in the kitchen I noticed the little red button on the answering machine blinking. There were three messages, the first from Jim West. Seems that Jim has a wonky garage door and he would like me to take a look at and see if it could be fixed.

Carol Thomas has some cabinet doors that don't close properly and back steps that need to be replaced and Alice Redfern would like an estimate on building a medium sized storage building to house her garden tools and an area for potting.

Looking over the notes I organized my path from place to place. I decided to go by Carol Thomas' place first, cabinet doors and steps were an easy estimate. And then on to Jim West's, next to Ms. Redferns and finally to the lumberyard to see if the grape plants had arrived.

The Thomas house was off a small dirt alleyway on the south side of town. It was a neat clapboard house a little smaller than ours and it needed paint. Even so it was obvious that they wanted it to look nice, the yard was neat and there were several small flower beds with peonies, germaniums and black-eyed Susan's.

I parked at the edge of the lawn and tapped on the front door. It was quickly opened by a familiar face, I just couldn't place it. She smiled a big toothy smile, "You forgotten me so soon Jimmy?"

I stood there doing my best to remember, it's possible that the pair of hard nipples jutting out against her yellow t-shirt were distracting me. She waited a moment then said, "Carol Zamora, remember now?"

I laughed a bit, "Yes, yes of course. Thomas threw me off."

"I married Joe Thomas, you remember him from basketball," she said.

Suddenly I did remember. Joe Thomas was a nice guy who played really good basketball, got a shot at a scholarship at Illinois but just couldn't cut the academics. I think he lasted a year, no more. I heard he joined the Army or something.

Carol stuck out her hand, "Come on in, don't just stand there. We can catch up."

Yes indeed, I did remember Carol Zamora. She graduated when I was a freshman; she had these great legs and tits. Long legs and big tits that set way up high; I could not take my eyes off her when she was cheerleading. In the words of a high school freshman, Carol was "Boner Central!"

She led me to the little kitchen and I saw the problem instantly. The house has shifted on the foundation over the years and the ceiling wall alignment was off by a couple of inches; in turn, the cabinet doors were offset and wouldn't close.

"Carol, the problem is that the house has shifted. The only decent way to align the doors so that they'll close properly is to pull both wall units down and re-align them. That'd take me 2 or 3 hours; I'd have to charge you $ 50 or so." Truthfully, it should have been at least double, but I figured there wasn't a lot of money.

"Ya' know if Joe can help, we could probably knock it out in an hour or so if we worked at it."

Carol pursed her lips, "No, Joe is in Germany again. He's still in the Army, I won't see him until Christmas if I'm lucky," and then she smiled at me in that particular way women have, "maybe we can work something out."

Just then I heard a child crying and she excused herself. A few minutes later she reappeared with a toddler, "Meet Joe Junior, he's been feeling poorly; a little fussy. Let me get him settled, go ahead and look at the back steps."

It only took a second, 4 steps, 36 inches wide easy peasy. I had plenty of scrap at home to make them, wouldn't take more than an hour at most, nothing to it. I went back in to the kitchen and made a quick sketch for her approval figuring I'd charge her $ 20 for my trouble. Dad did that sort of thing when there was no money and the folks had a need. He always told me, "You gotta' charge something, otherwise its charity and nobody worth the trouble wants charity."

Carol came back in, "I think he's down for a while now. He always sleeps a lot when he feels bad. He's good that way. So, where were we?"
"I can have the steps ready and installed tomorrow morning, and probably knock out the cabinets when I get here, for say $ 75."

She gave me that look again, "Did you ever want to see my tits Jimmy?"

I thought about it for a second and then realized God was probably gonna' strike me down because I was about to turn down pussy. Me, can you imagine, I was up to my neck in pussy. I figured I could get fucked 5 or 6 times today and not miss a beat; it's a wonder my head did not explode.

"Carol, I don't think that would be a good idea, you being a married woman and all."

She leaned back in her chair, lifted her arms and shucked her t-shirt. There they were big bold tits, way up high with huge wide areolas in a soft brown with sweet caramel nipples. The breath did catch in my throat.

"Wow, Carol ... I aaah ..."

"Jimmy, I am a married woman. A married woman who get's fucked twice a year when he's on leave and I know for sure he's gettin' a lot more than me. Face it Jimmy, I need some dick. FUCK, I want some dick and from what I'm told you've even put a bow on yours. Let's make a trade, I got $ 40 not $ 75 and I know that's cheap, even so ..."

I stopped her, "So what do you want from me Carol; exactly what?" I kept my voice soft and friendly.

"I want some serious lovin' and I want my stuff fixed so it works proper. If you agree, I'd let you stop by and fuck me good and hard every couple of weeks. It wouldn't have to be every day or anything and I'd cook you a good dinner and ..."

Yes it's true; I'd lost my mind to my dick. I stood up, stepped in front of her and dropped my shorts. She didn't even hesitate, she sucked my cock in quicker that the eye could follow and began fondling my balls. At that moment I did something I would apologize for later, I took her head in my hands and fucked her throat. She gagged a little but I kept it up until I blew a big load straight down her throat.

Stepping back I could see her face was red and there were tears in her eyes. "Did I do OK Jimmy?"

Leaning down, I kissed her lips and said, "You were wonderful." To myself I said, 'You are an asshole Jimmy, a real asshole.'

"Would you do something for me Carol?"

She brightened up, "Sure, what?"

"Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes?"

She popped up and stripped without hesitation, "Is this OK Jimmy?"

"Beautiful, turn around please."

She raised her arms like a ballerina and slowly rotated in front of me. She had a great body; I couldn't imagine Joe Thomas wanting to leave this fine girl. I stood and took her hand leading her to a small sofa in the living area. I sat her down and spread her legs.

Very gently I kissed her thighs and tummy until I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders allowing me to suck her labial lips into my mouth. She went rigid and then gasped when I started licking her deep and wide. Slowly she relaxed until she was pushing her pussy in my mouth.

I slipped my hands under her butt and worked my way up to her clit, strumming and chewing gently until she grabbed my head in a vice grip and made soft grunting sounds as she ground her puss against me. Finally she fell back, "Oh shit that was wonderful ..."

When I stood she took my hand, "Thank you so much, oh my God ..."

I kissed her hand, "I have to go, but I will be back in the morning ..."

She literally jumped up and hugged me, "Come early, I'll make breakfast, OK?"

"How about 7:00?"

She kissed me, "7:00 is perfect!"

Twenty minutes later I pulled in the driveway of Jim West's place. It was your typical Illinois country house with a detached garage-barn combination. I went ahead and took a look at the overhead door. Today was a day for good guesses, the hinge attachment was sprung, looked like it had been pushed sideways causing a bend warping the spring assembly. Only thing to do was replace the entire thing unless you were a blacksmith which I am not.

Jim came out a few minutes after I got there. I told him my opinion and he agreed, said he'd order the replacement unit from the lumberyard and agreed to my price. Jim's a good fellow; he's retired now in his later 70's and a friend of my dad's so the price was right.

Alice Redfern is the high school biology teacher. She's always getting her students out in nature making leaf books specifying all of the biological and botanical data. She is well liked in school and by most of the parents I understand. A pleasant lady, later 30's and generally pretty average to look at, at least that's what I thought.

It took me a good 40 minutes to get from the West place to Miss Redferns. Alice lives halfway to Planters Corners and I was on the far west side. When I finally got there she was watering her shrubs. I had to look her address up on the map having never been there before. Her place was impressive with many beds of flowers and shrubs; it looked like she had a real green thumb.

She took her time showing me around the place finally pointing out where she wanted the garden shed. I did a quick rough sketch, she made a few adjustments and we agreed on a price. It was the delivery schedule I had trouble with. She wanted it done right away but I figured I couldn't start before next week. We haggled a while ending up at next week.

Driving back through town I stuck my head in at the lumberyard to see if the Reliance grape plants had arrived. Davey Smith waved at me as I went in, "Hey Jim, I got a shit load of grape plants for you." Sure enough there were 24 burlap bags of woody stems bundled together. To tell you the truth, the plants just looked like scrap wood left over from trimming.

The good news was that there was a detailed booklet explaining how to plant. I was sure glad to see it having never done it before. We loaded them up and I headed out to the White place. It was still quiet, nobody home, so I emptied their oversized mail box and stacked the contents on the kitchen table and then closed-up stacking the grape plants in the deep shade of the garage.

I was in a great mood, looked like I would be making money and staying busy, Dad would be proud. I dropped the tailgate and just sat there thinking about all that had happened to me these last weeks. No one would ever believe it; it was like I'd been touched with the Sex Fairy's Magic Wand. Even Alice Redfern looked like she wanted some of me.

It wasn't everybody, but still ... how could this be happening to me ...

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Meanwhile in Chicago Mitchell White was caught up in a series of emergency meetings concerning the stability of the Savings and Loan Division of the banking company he'd worked with for over 40 years. It seems that the pooled S&L Reserves required by the federal government were seriously underfunded. During the most recent period of real estate growth, many of the S&L Executives had authorized investment in developing properties with inflated values.

Now that the markets were in serious decline the reserve valuations were coming back millions of dollars short. The short fall was something that the holding company was scrambling to cover without much success. For Mitchell White this was a real problem; and then there was Leslie.

Mitch White met his lovely wife Leslie in Atlanta 6 months after her 18th birthday. Leslie, whose real name was Cat Miller – that's right Cat not Catherine, simply Cat. Her mother really liked cats, hence the name. Socially speaking, Cat Miller was Georgia swamp trash. Cat came from a family whose origins were lost in the swamp mist and whose activities were never legal. The most education the last few generations had ever seen came in the form of reading can labels. School was almost unheard of; but when Cat was born her mother put her foot down and Cat attended school every day.

Perhaps her older brothers and sisters gave her mother pause for concern, no one could know for sure. By the time she was 16 she was pretty. A slight figure with an angelic face topped with sunny blond hair. The week after her 16th birthday her mother gave her $ 18 cash money and told her to run for it; there was no life for her at the edge of the black water swamps.

Cat Miller hitchhiked to Atlanta and found an abandoned house to squat in while she looked for work. She could read and do arithmetic, soon enough the fast food folks gave her an opportunity. She used a social security number borrowed from another girl living in the same old house and worked two jobs saving her money; saving was a habit if you were to survive living in the swamps. The real problem was the constant threat of robbery and sexual assault in the old run down area of abandoned properties where she lived.

Despite the burden of being pretty she found it a blessing as well. A girl she worked with offered to let her stay with her in a mid-town flop house. The rent was cheap and she was safer. Together the two of them began looking for jobs with more money.

Late one night at the chicken shack a customer asked if she'd ever modeled. One thing lead to another and shortly after her 18th birthday Cat and her friend Gwen became Conference Models, dressed in skimpy clothes or bikini's they pointed to new cars, demo tables, home appliances and the like. Cat loved the attention, the tips, the parties and the sex that paid even bigger tips.

During a banking convention Mitchell White saw this pretty, slender blond girl directing people to a credit card terminal display. He said, "Hello; you're very pretty. Do you work here?"

Cat smiled, she did not laugh, they were all the same, "Just for the convention. Take a look at our new high security terminal," and she smiled her dazzling smile.

He was instantly smitten; 25 years ago when they met, Mitch White was a very tall, pleasant looking man with money but few social skills. Most of the time he paid for pussy, he didn't mind at all, everybody knew what they were there for and the price was right.

A little later that day he was invited to the vendor's suite for a Get Acquainted Party, a little subterfuge because the real purpose was for the invitee to find a girl and get laid. The girls were paid to be there and, if they chose, to fuck a guest. Of course, choice was preceded by cash from the guest after which the fucks were enthusiastically offered.

With a scotch in one hand Mitch wandered through the suite and was delighted to see Cat standing quietly in the corner. When he approached she began to debate how much to charge and when to ask for the cash. He smiled, she smiled and leaned close whispering $ 200. They walked out moments later arm in arm.

They spent the rest of that day and the next two days naked and in bed. Mitch was no great lover but he had his kinks and Cat was very happy to indulge whatever he wanted. The sucking, cum sharing, ass licking, ass fucking and spanking came naturally to her. She didn't want to do it forever but the $ 1,000 bonus she would earn inspired her. Mitch on the other hand fell in love, absolute complete love. A good looking woman who did whatever he wanted; she was perfect.

When it came time to go back to Chicago Mitch White was ready. He ordered a vast array of breakfast goodies, coffee, tea and juice. Cat was stunned, "What are ya' tryin' to do honey, feed the south," she drawled in her thick Georgia accent.

"No dear, I want you to see that I can give you whatever you want, if you give me the chance."

Confused and unsure Cat replied, "What are you askin' honey?"

He knelt down taking her hand, "I want you to come with me, and if things work out, we might be married. But, that's up to you. Will you come with me?"

Cat saw the world open up, it wasn't love but it was more than she'd ever hoped for, "Whata' I have ta' do?" Her voice was filled with fear and excitement.

He kissed her hand, "For now, just come with me and do whatever I ask. I'll never hurt you."

They flew back to Chicago together, first class on American Airlines. She brought nothing but the new dress, new shoes and a new purse with $ 1,000 cash. It was her first flight and the start of a new life. Mitch moved her into his large North shore apartment, arranged for a tutor to teach her how to sound like an educated mid-westerner and paid for community college. She worked hard and learned quickly.

3 years later Cat Miller, swamp trash, was only to be found in the privacy of their bedroom. Everywhere else, Leslie White was the lovely and posh executive's wife. She worked hard, did as she was told, catered to Mitch's sexual proclivities and in her own bizarre way she came to love him and he her. The only time "Cat" came out to play was during sex and Mitch loved it, it was their secret. For 25 years they were married and amazingly they were happy in their way. No regrets.

Today, Mitch White had regrets, serious regrets. He'd planned to be in Chicago for o more than 4 days; it looked like it could easily be at least 2 weeks now, lots of scrambling to do. He was deeply worried about Leslie and her future; there could be serious personal problems. The quiet nest egg he'd built could be taken away. He was 68 and not in particularly good health, she was 43, he was afraid there might not be time to fix things. And there was the other thing, the thing they'd talked about, he was worried.

That Monday evening over dinner Mitch said, "I'm thinking it might be best if you went home. There's no need to sit around up here. Would you like that?"

Leslie smiled, "Whatever you think best dear, either is fine with me." She kept her voice soft and kind, she knew there were problems. But, when aren't there problems in business.

He smiled relieved, "Tell you what. Head back Thursday, take the car I won't need it. That way we can do a couple of company dinners before you go. Sound good?"

She nodded and then, "What about ..."

He took her hand, "I think you should, he's a solid young man from a good family. Be the perfect choice."

She smiled, sipped her coffee and relaxed.