Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2016 19:23:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Eric Blank <indibuttmunch@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scott's Story Chapter 6

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     "Is there anything else I can get you?" The waitress asked them after
bringing their drinks. "No, thank you, but could we have some privacy
please?" Said the woman looking sternly at her. "Of course, I'll leave you
alone, just wave me down if there's anything else you need." Replied the
waitress, anxious to get away from this group. Once she was away from the
table the woman looked across the table at her mother "I fucking hate you!"
She hissed. Mary looked back across the table at her daughter, a look of
determination on her face. "Remember, as mad as you are I'm still your
mother Julia and you won't talk to me like that." Mary said returning her
daughter's steely glare.

     The look on the younger woman's face turned instantly from one of fury
to one of confused anguish. Tears streamed from her eyes as she
stammered. "How do you expect me to feel Mom?" She sobbed. "That's not my
father! I don't know who that is, but that's not my father!" She repeated
softly. Mary's glare had softened to one of concern, one of a mother
feeling the anguish of her baby to her core. Scot sat quietly, he didn't
think his presence was going to help anything, but Mary had
insisited. "You're right, he's not the dad you always had baby, but this is
what He wanted." Mary said. Taking a deep breath to steel herself she
started again. " He wanted this, this was his idea." Mary said.

     "It's that fucking pervert place, it's messed all of you up! I always
knew it was wrong." Julia said half in anger and half anguish.

     "That fucking pervert place, as you call it, has been a special place
to your whole family young lady. Your grandfather was one of the first
guests, hell he'd been going there before it was the ranch. Your father
practically grew up there, and as much as you hate it, it's what saved our
marriage." Mary was fighting to retain her composure, Scott could feel the
effort in her every word, in every move. Your daddy hasn't been happy for a
long time Jules. You know that, right?" Mary asked deciding to rely on her
daughters sense of reason.

     "Yes, butÉ"

     Mary cut her off getting the answer she wanted. "Have you very known
your father to do anything he didn't want to do? Mary asked.

     "No, butÉ"

     "So if you're dad who wasn't happy is now doing something that he says
makes him happy, don't we have to respect, and accept his decision?" Mary
said, more than a hint of sadness creeping into her voice. Julia looked at
her mother, then down at the table. "But god Mom, really? Some kind of
slave? It's like he's not even a person anymore!"

     Sighing heavily, "How do you think I feel Jules? I married that man 30
years ago, I raised his children, who have turned out rather well don't you
think? I never expected this, I didn't want this. But it was this or we
were over baby, he didn't give me a choice. I don't know how long he's
wanted this, he hasn't even told me, but it was either we stayed together
like this, or he was going to find someone who would let him live like
this, and I couldn't handle that."

     Julia's initial fury seemed to be broken, but Scott knew enough to
know his turn was coming. "And you," she said looking at him "what did you
have to do with this?"

     Scott calmly looked at Mary's spitting image "I had nothing to do with
it."

     "Bullshit, my parents wouldn't be acting like this on their own."
Julia said. "Do I even need to guess where they got you from?" She said
more to herself than anyone.

     "Look, Julia, you think I don't know how fucked up this is?" He said
calmly. " Your mother was right, this had started before I reconnected with
them?" He started looking directly at Julia, deciding that he had enough of
Mary taking blame that wasn't hers to take.

     "What do you mean reconnect?" Julia asked.

     "I hadn't seen your mom and dad for what, 2 years baby?" He asked Mary
who quietly nodded, a tear streaming down her cheek. "I ran into your Uncle
Bill and Aunt Molly who invited me to visit them and that's how I started
seeing your mom, dad, uncle Todd, aunt Lindsay, and things just kind of
happened. But I can promise you, whatever was going on with your parents
had started before then, it was clear your dad wasn't happy."

     "And you thought it would be a good idea to get involved?"


     "I thought I really liked both your mom and dad and they liked
spending time with me. They sprung this whole thing on me just like they
surprised you. Don't think I understand it, I don't, I've talked to your
dad over and over, and he told me the same thing he told you. But I've
watched him Julia," Scott felt it best not to use her nickname now, she
needed to feel respected and he didn't feel he was in a place to call her
any name other than her proper one. "As weird as it is, he's happy now. He
wasn't when I met back up with him after two years, your mom wasn't
either. And, well, things grew between your mom and me, while your dad was
starting to act like he is now more and more." Scott took a drink from his
glass before continuing. "Look, I don't expect you to understand this, I
don't understand this. But I do understand I'm in love with your mom and I
love your dad too. I know that since your mom has agreed to your dad's
request to let him be like this I've never seen him this happy, not even
years ago when we first met, as fucked up as it is, he's happy, and that's
all I can say."

     Julia looked frustrated, then a defeated look spread across her
face. Scott was angry now, he felt this girl, who had never met him, had
decided arbitrarily he was less than her and it pissed him off. "Now it's
your turn to answer me Julia." He said firmly. "It's been what 8, 9 years
since you've lived at home? Where do you get off coming back and tearing
into your Mother and your Father about how they choose to live? I know what
you just saw had to blow your mind, I live with it and I still get freaked
out. But you don't get to just show up and start telling them how much
you're embarrassed and ashamed them!"He hissed at her. Scott quickly looked
around him, leaning in towards Julia. "What's your problem with how your
parents, he'll the whole rest of your family lives?" He asked in a
whispered tone.

     A look of disgust washed over her face. "Are you fucking serious?" She
said. Julia too took a quick look around to assure herself nobody was close
enough to overhear. "My family has based their entire lives around fucking,
especially fucking kids, it's sick, it's also illegal you freak."  She took
a breath and continued. "My beloved family," she said in a mocking tone
"makes children sex objects, they make them sexual before their time."

     "Who are you to decide when their time is, if you say these kids are
forced, which in all my time I've never seen, aren't you trying to prevent
them from being sexual when they might want to be?" Scott continued. "I've
seen more families like this than I can count, and damn sure a lot more
than you have. Never, never once have I seen anyone force anything onto any
child."

     "Well Mr. What about choice? If these girls get fucked at a young age,
would you even agree too young to fully understand what sex means, that
they've been robbed of the choice who would be their first partner?"

     "Well, when was your first?"

     "18"

     "And did you know what sex meant?"

     "I damn sure knew more than I did at 9, 12, 14É"

     "But did you know?"

     "No, not really, but I was a lot more mature than the girls are when
my family starts them."

     "And about your first, was it your boyfriend?"

     "He was a boy I had really liked and I really thought I cared for
him."

     "And where did your first time happen?"

     "In his car."

     "Romantic." Said Scott mockingly. "And are you still with this boy?"
He asked.

     "No, he said he and his girlfriend had broken up, but I found out
later they hadn't, she wouldn't have sex with him."  "So, you're telling me
you're going to tell me about the sacred `first time' when your first lied
to you, so he could fuck you in his car. Meanwhile your pervert family
makes every child's first time, male and female by the way, special, they
commemorate it, treasure it, honor it as a special moment, one that by the
way several have called off because they weren't comfortable, they are in
the wrong, they are the monsters." Scott took a deep breath. "Whether you
approve of the choices they make, you're one of them," he looked at Mary
who sat quietly, kissed her cheek, then turned back to Julia, "one of
us. You were raised in that lifestyle even though you've chosen not to
participate in it. It hasn't held you back in your education, in your
profession. All of the kids I've met are honors students or better, have
full social lives, and yes have sex with other family members, when and how
they choose. So maybe you can back the hell off and realize this is a
lifestyle, one that maybe isn't for you, but doesn't seem to be hurting
anyone else."

     "Your dad and Uncle have built a highly successful business, your mom
is a well respected Dr., was it an accident you chose to practice the same
field of medicine? Your family is well liked, well accomplished and well
known. Seems to me maybe what they're doing is working. Now I'm not asking
for your permission to love your mom and dad. I don't care if you like me,
though I'd prefer if you did. But I won't let you treat your family like
somehow you're better. Next time you think of what the girls in your family
may be doing, they aren't getting lied to, and they aren't getting dumped
after the sex is over."

     The three sat in silence, until Julia looked at her phone. " Mom, I've
got to get back, I love you" she said getting out of the booth, kissing her
mother's cheek before turning and leaving. Mary sat watching her
leave. Scott and Mary sat quietly until Scott waved the waitress over. "May
we please have the check?" Scot asked. He paid the bill and taking Mary's
arm helped her out of the booth. He wrapped his arm around her waist as the
exited the bar. Mary guided Scott towards the back of the building. Walking
him briskly past their car Scott followed her lead. Mary took Scott next to
the dumpster and pressed him up against the wall. Her pent up energy from
the confrontation with Julia finding an outlet. "Fuck me here Scotty, fuck
me like the whore I am, fuck me like I'm your whore." She moaned at
him. Before Scott knew what was happening his wife had freed his cock and
was lubing it from a bottle she had pulled out of somewhere.

     Scott turned her around, facing away from him he pressed his cock
against the first hole he felt. Pressing himself into her tight ass made
her gasp as she urged him to "fuck his whore hard." Scot grabbed her hips,
the skirt she was wearing pulled up above her ass. Scott pumped her bare
ass with the sound of cars on the street passing by, the sounds of the
kitchen, the back door open could clearly be heard. Scott fucked Mary fast
and hard, his orgasm not long in coming. Mary was fingering herself
furiously while Scott unloaded his cum up her ass. The smell of her hair,
her perfume, lingering in his head. The high from his orgasm had Scotts
head spinning slightly. The lovers stayed pressed together until juice
squirted on the pavement from Mary's hungry pussy. Scott pulled his cock
out of her hungry ass his cum dripping from her gape. He quickly pulled her
skirt back down and took her to the car, his big cock swinging through the
fly hole in his jeans.
    Mary grasped his greasy dick and started stroking him as they pulled
out of the parking lot. She was moaning and cooing as Scott had never heard
her before. He drove back to the house he now shared with Mary and Zach as
quickly as possible. Pulling up in the driveway they exited the vehicle
hurriedly. Coming together at the front of the car they kissed
hungrily. Scotts massive cock could have easily been seen as it poked out
of his pants. Scott took Mary's hand and he took her through the back gate
into the secluded patio. Scott tried to take Mary's blouse off gracefully,
but she ably assisted. In his haste he broke her very sexy, sheer bra
taking it off. Mary undid his pants button, and ripped them to the
ground. Scott pressed Mary against one of the pillars holding up the top of
the deck and slid his cock inside her. Scott held Mary's hands together
above her head, leaving her open, vulnerable to him. Scott fucked her
savagely, her constant moaning and cooing in the car having taken him to a
point of need where this had nothing romantic about it, this was raw
fucking, fulfilling a need to cum. Still holding Mary's hands above her
head he pumped himself deep inside her until he exploded. This orgasm much
stronger than the one at the restaurant, his body shook as he unloaded deep
inside her. He collapsed against her pinning her to the column, his cheek
pressed to hers. She smiled lovingly having just been taken, feeling as
though Scott had finally claimed what was his, he stood up to her daughter,
then fucked her as if she was his property to fuck, he owned her heart, and
he had now taken her body, she was in heaven.

     "Clean her up" is all Scott said to the man eagerly awaiting a
command, looking eerily like some kind of sexy maid in his outfit. Scott
headed inside, needing to clean off from the fucking, and the moment he had
just experienced.