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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 42 - The Crime Scene - Thursday, August 3


I woke up slowly to somebody rubbing my hair. I opened my eyes 
and I looked into Doris’s smiling face.

"Good morning, beautiful."

I blushed at the compliment as I stretched cat-like and mumbled, 
"Good morning, Doris."

She looked freshly scrubbed and was already dressed. I must have 
been really out that I didn’t wake up when Doris and Bradley got 
out of bed.

"Bradley is in the shower, he’ll be finished in a second. There 
should be enough hot water left for you. Take a quick shower. 
We’ll have a surprise visitor for breakfast, sweetie."

"Who is it?"

"No, no," she wagged a finger at me. "No spoiling the surprise," 
she said with a huge grin.

I felt sticky between my legs. Bradley must have shot more stuff 
into me than I had expected. I peeled the covers back to get out 
of bed.

"Oh, for fucks sake," I whined in distress. My period had 
started! There was dried blood on my thighs and a pretty large 
blood stain on the sheets. I was ready to cry. I was so 
embarrassed. I knew I was due, but I was too preoccupied with 
getting Bradley’s cock up my cooch instead of a tampon.

I quickly covered up again when Bradley came out of the bathroom 
naked and smiling.

"Good morning, sweetie, how was your night?"

"Fine," I said, hoping he would just get dressed and out of the 
bedroom.

He looked at me with his head cocked to one side, surprised by my 
curt response. But he didn’t question me any further and went 
about his business. I was glad I didn’t have to explain my 
predicament to him.

Once he left, I dashed into the shower, quickly washed and dried 
myself. I got a tampon out of my overnight bag and breathed a 
sigh of relief when I had it in. I dressed and brushed out my 
hair.

I sighed. I would have to face Doris and confess my accident to 
her.

I went into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. "Mom, what 
are you doing here?" I looked around and saw all the adults with 
big grins on their faces.

"Good morning to you, too, Melissa! Doris invited me for 
breakfast. And, I liked the idea of picking up my daughter after 
she spent a night with our friends."

"Good morning, Mom!" I blushed and then rushed to Mom and hugged 
her. It took her by surprise. "Mom," I whispered in her ear, "my 
period started. I made a mess in Doris’s bed. She doesn’t know 
yet." I almost started to cry.

Mom wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, sweetie, Doris will 
understand. Remember the talk we had when you had your first 
period? Sometimes your period starts with the worst timing. It 
starts at the wrong time and in the wrong place and when you’re 
least prepared for it. Don’t dwell on it. Every girl and woman 
has had those same types of moments."

I wasn’t about to mention it had started right on time. Why ruin 
a good bonding moment on a technicality?

Doris appeared to understand what had happened. She came over and 
hugged me, too. "Don’t worry about it, sweetie. That’s what 
washing machines are good for. It’s no big deal. It’s happened to 
me, too, a couple of times."

"I’m so sorry, Doris, I only discovered it when I got up to take 
a shower. I felt all sticky down there and I thought it was just 
from Bradley. You just changed the sheets last night and now they 
need changing again. You’re not gonna be happy when you go in 
there."

"Oh, come on now, Mel," Doris replied, as both she and Mom rubbed 
my back. Doris looked at me with a smile, and said, "Don’t worry 
about it. I’m certainly not."

"But I should have known I might start last night."

"Accidents happen, hon," she further insisted.

"But ... it looks like a crime scene in your bed," I said, 
grimacing.

Doris and Mom chuckled. They wouldn’t when they saw the bed.

"End of discussion, sweetie," Doris insisted. "It’s something 
that happens to all women at some point, even after the usual 
embarrassment of discovering your first period has started at the 
worst possible place and time." Doris gave me a big smile.

Bradley seemed relieved, too. "I thought something was seriously 
wrong the way you were so grumpy. I don’t have a problem with 
some blood on the sheets ... as long as there isn’t a horse’s 
head in the bed, too."

I looked at him curiously as Doris playfully scolded him. Mom 
just laughed, shaking her head at him.

Horse’s head?

"Thanks for being so nice about my accident ... I think," I 
carefully replied, looking at him curiously. He chuckled as he 
came over and hugged me, kissing the top of my head ... which I 
was glad he was leaving attached to the rest of me.


******


We sat down to eat. I was famished. I wondered if an enema would 
do that to you.

Doris had fixed scrambled eggs and bacon and cut up some fruit. 
We ate quietly. The adults also had coffee, but I stayed with 
just the juice.

Doris had just finished her eggs when she looked at me. "Melissa, 
how do you really feel about Peter spending the night with your 
mother to have sex with her?"

I almost dropped my fork. All eyes were on me.

Why the hell did Doris bring this up? Did she want to watch Mom 
and me at each other’s throats? I took a deep breath and 
remembered that I didn’t want them to think I was too young to 
handle a discussion like that. I also figured this was my penance 
for fucking up her nice bed sheets.

"Well ... it feels weird."

"In what way?" Doris looked at me with her head tilted.

I glanced over at Mom as she watched me and Doris.

"Like ... I dunno ... like what if he didn’t think about me at 
all last night?"

Mom jumped at that question. "Oh, he thought about you, sweetie. 
Based on the things he said at times, I’m sure he was wondering 
the same thing about you though."

"I seriously doubt ..."

Mom interrupted me and placed her hand over mine. She squeezed it 
gently as she spoke softly, "He talked about you, Mel. A lot."

I did a mental fist pump.

But then Mom asked, "How about you? Did you think about him last 
night, sweetie?"

"Uh huh ... well, when I wasn’t ... occupied," I blushed. "I 
guess Peter was very occupied a lot, too."

Mom suppressed a smile, and nodded. She then asked, "Does that 
bother you?"

"Honestly? A little. But I can’t really complain ... I mean, we 
were both doing basically the same thing. Well, I hope you didn’t 
..."

Mom interrupted again. "I didn’t do anything with him you didn’t 
want me to."

"Cool ... It was just weird not knowing is all."

Doris asked, "Was it weird because you were apart while you both 
had sex with other people? Or were you afraid of something else?"

"Maybe both. Not knowing what is going on can really suck. But 
..." I paused. I looked closely at her. "You’re so much more 
experienced than me ... doing it since like forever ... and you 
know how to make a guy really feel good ..."

"Well, thanks for the compliment about my ... uh ... ‘extensive 
experience’," Mom said sorta sarcastically. "But there was never 
any reason for you to worry. Doris and Bradley are very 
‘knowledgeable’ as well."

Yikes. I made a big mental note about older women and the 
‘experienced’ word.

"Yeah ... I meant knowledgeable," I nodded quickly, and blushed.

Mom and Doris then laughed as Bradley almost snorted coffee 
through his nose.

Mom added, "Sweetie, everyone has insecurities. While you’re 
preoccupied with your lack of experience and me possibly stealing 
your boyfriend, you also just saw mine about my age. That’s where 
talking with your partner about the things that bother you ... in 
a productive way ... is important."

"Mom, you aren’t really insecure about your age, are you?"

"No, but wait until you’re my age and a very sexy teen girl walks 
into a room and you get to see the eyes of men who had been 
admiring you become suddenly glued on her."

"Mom. I barely have tits. I look like a little child compared to 
you."

"Bullshit," Mom forcefully replied. "You’re a beautiful young 
girl that turns lots of heads ... especially those of many grown 
men. You’re going to figure that out soon enough, too."

"But I barely have tits," I insisted. "Guys might wanna be able 
to tittie fuck ... and do the motorboat thingie .... and other 
stuff."

Doris looked puzzled. "Wait. Motorboat thingie?"

"It’s when someone puts their face between a girl’s big tits and 
shakes their head back and forth, making the sound of a 
motorboat."

Doris laughed. Mom was trying not to, and asked, "I’m afraid to 
ask, but what ‘other stuff’?"

"You know, like use them for pillows ... hold things between them 
... lots of stuff. With mine, though, you can forget about me 
ever wearing a strapless dress. And worst of all, I’ll never get 
any Mardi Gras beads with these things!"

"It’s almost worth getting you implants just to ..." Mom muttered 
to herself. Doris snickered. Bradley just sat there eating, 
minding his own business. He was struggling though. I bet he had 
motorboated a girl before.

"Honey," Doris intervened, "you have things that guys and gals of 
all ages specifically want and are attracted to ... just as your 
Mom and I do. Do you think Peter would love you more if you had 
bigger boobs? I don’t think so. Think of the other guys you had 
sex with. Would they have enjoyed having sex with you more if you 
had bigger ones? Bigger breasts don’t make you necessarily 
sexier. Variety is the spice of life. Well, at least one of the 
spices. That’s what couples involved in swinging get to enjoy 
together ... and apart sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything else 
... if you’re talking together about it."

I sighed and wasn’t really convinced about my boob size being 
okay. But I let it go. "So I should talk to Peter ... and compare 
notes?"

Mom said, "In a non-confrontational way. Ask him what we did last 
night. I’m not ashamed of anything I did with your guy. I hope he 
takes what we did together and spices up your sex with him."

I remembered that Doris had said much the same last night. "I 
should just trust him is what you’re saying?"

"Well, trust is earned," Mom said. "But I know of no reason why 
you shouldn’t trust Peter. He is so much in love with you. In 
fact, I wish I had known a ‘Peter’ when I was your age. And, baby 
girl, you can trust me that I won’t steal your boyfriend from 
you. I’m happily married to your father. Spending a night with 
Peter or anybody else for that matter is just that, a little 
spice in your father’s and my life."

I smiled at that.

"But remember," Mom added, "that trust is a two-way street. You 
both have to work at it. All the time. It takes a lot of openness 
and communication."

I nodded at her. I knew I had to work on that. Peter had asked me 
if I was okay with spending the night with Mom. I had not asked 
him if he was okay with me spending the night with the Thomases.

Mom then asked, "So ... about last night?"

I grinned and went into explaining about being given enemas 
before we all played with each other’s butts most of the evening 
before we fell asleep. The middle of the night fuck had been 
terrific as well. Mom was really curious about my doing the whole 
ass-to-mouth thing with Bradley’s cock. I explained how wicked I 
felt doing it, knowing his cock had been in either mine or 
Doris’s ass before I was licking and sucking it. I also said I 
didn’t think I could do it unless I was really horny beforehand.

Mom explained that she and Doris didn’t really have that option 
when they were doing porn. Sometimes they were really into it, 
other times they just had to be a professional and do what was 
required.

"It could be something very special to do with someone you love 
though, but it isn’t for everyone. Most people won’t go near 
their partner’s ass with their mouth and tongue anyways."

"I’d like to do it again in the future, but would pick who I did 
it with very carefully."

Doris agreed with me. "As you should about anything having to do 
with sex. You don’t have to be in love with them, or even find 
them very attractive. But you do need to find out some things 
about any potential partner, especially if they’ve had very risky 
sex or used intravenous drugs. Your mom and I had some knowledge 
of that when we worked for the OCS and my uncle. Most studios 
required some kind of regular testing for diseases and 
infections. Outside of regular testing, you only have a person’s 
reputation to go by. Most swingers like to settle on a group of 
people they feel secure with, people they’ve gotten a chance to 
know. And they may accept people who have friends that the 
swingers trust and who can vouch for a newcomer."

Bradley added, "You should be reasonably certain that it’s safe 
to have sex with them. But it’s just as important that you trust 
them to keep their mouths shut." He looked at me seriously. "A 
lot of people could get hurt if the wrong person found out about 
the secrets of our group."

The adults all nodded.

"I understand. But I’m not gonna always know about some people 
... like other teens at school. Like, I think I can trust Tammy, 
but I don’t know who all she’s been with."

Mom caught my mention of Tammy, "You and Tammy are doing things 
now?" she asked me with her eyebrows raised.

"No, not yet anyways. But maybe soon," I replied with a grin. I 
put Mom on the spot by asking, "Are you doing things with her?"

I definitely caught her off-guard. But she didn’t take long to 
answer. "No, not that I wouldn’t want to. She is a beautiful 
girl."

"It’s the hair, isn’t it?" I asked.

"Huh?" Mom replied.

"Tammy’s hair. It’s so awesome. You can admit it. I want her 
hair, too."

"Mel ..."

"Relax, Mom. I don’t want her hair like I want bigger boobs," I 
said, rolling my eyes. "But I would like having her hair, too."

Mom sighed. There was no way she and Daddy could afford to take 
me to hairdressers all the time like Mrs. Addison did with Tammy. 
Although Dad earned enough for us to live comfortably, I wished 
we were wealthy sometimes. Who doesn’t, I suppose.

"I’m just teasing you," I told Mom, smiling. She seemed visibly 
relieved.

Actually, I wasn’t just teasing her. Gawd, I loved Tammy’s hair! 
But I wasn’t gonna be a little envious bitch about it.

Changing the subject, I said, "Mom, you should’ve seen Doris’s 
and Bradley’s buttholes gaping open last night!"

Mom almost busted out laughing at my outrageously obvious switch 
in topics. So did Bradley and Doris. Subtlety was never going to 
be one of my strong points.

"I couldn’t believe they could stretch open so wide! You really 
could hide something in there if you wanted."

The three of them chuckled at me.

Bradley finally found his voice again. "Ah, the innocence of 
youth ..."

Doris snickered at him, "Well, it can be awkward to see it for 
the first time."

It sucks when you realize you’re such a noob at something 
compared to everyone else around you.

Mom was cool though. I thought she was gonna make a comment about 
my lack of being ‘experienced’ after my earlier ‘social blunder’, 
but she didn’t.

Bradley pushed his plate back and got up. "I’m going to look at 
the video of last night. You want to join me?"

We all agreed.

Bradley retrieved the camera and we all went up to his office 
area. After uploading the video from last night to his computer, 
we all watched it for the first time. I was stunned when I saw 
just how my own asshole had gaped open at times. I was so 
relieved to see it close up fairly quickly back to its naturally 
little cute puckered state.

Doris said, "Remember how much time we spent playing before 
Bradley fucked you? That’s why everything else we did with your 
butt didn’t hurt. While taking things up your butt can feel 
great, it wasn’t really designed for poking things in it willy 
nilly. You can really get hurt back there if you’re not prepared. 
And the damage is something that can haunt you for the rest of 
your life. The key to having fun with your butt is first taking 
your time and second using plenty of lube. It’s also something 
you might not want to do every day either. Give yourself time to 
recuperate."

"I was planning to let Peter ... tomorrow night ..."

"Tomorrow night is fine, hon. Just don’t do it every day for 
weeks. Too much of a good thing is bad in this situation. Many 
women in the adult industry might spend a week doing movies 
involving anal, then take a break for a week or two."

"I’m a little surprised your husband liked having fingers and 
toys inside him," I stated, cutting my eyes at him. "Not that 
there is anything wrong with that. I just figured most guys 
wouldn’t want to since so many people probably still think it’s a 
gay thing, if a guy likes things in his butt."

Bradley replied, "Many men are still very reluctant to allow 
others to be aware that they enjoy having their ass played with, 
as if it was anyone else’s business to begin with. They’re afraid 
their male friends will think they are gay. I can’t understand 
how anyone could interpret an act between a man and woman to be a 
homosexual act."

I remembered watching a few boys getting teased about being gay 
because of the way they looked or something they wore. And it 
wasn’t just guys doing the teasing. It’s why I definitely didn’t 
want anyone to know I was into girls as much as guys. Teenagers 
can be so ruthless.

Mom asked me, "Are you thinking of trying some of the things you 
did last night with Peter?"

I nodded. "Sure, if he’s open to trying some of the things Doris 
and I did with Bradley. I just don’t know how he would react to 
having things shoved up his butt or having me use a strap-on with 
him."

Mom replied, "I’m not quite sure how he would react to something 
like that, but if you really sweet talk him, who knows? You could 
probably talk most guys into doing just about anything."

"With my special powers? Pfft."

"Don’t underestimate yourself. Peter would probably do many 
things for you that he ordinarily wouldn’t. Which also means you 
need to use your special powers ..."

I interrupted her saying, "Yeah, yeah ... Spiderman and stuff."

That caused a few snickers. But I remembered how adamantly he had 
refused to do anything with guys when we played ‘Spin the bottle’ 
the weekend I had discovered the nude camping at the Rayners’.

Mom suppressed a grin as she asked, "Do you plan to do it with 
Jamie?"

I smiled brightly at the idea. "Yeah, but I bet he’ll want to 
shove weird stuff up my butt, too," I complained. "I’d be pooping 
out all kinds of creepy things for days."

Mom shook her head disgustedly, rolling her eyes as Doris and 
Bradley chuckled.

I added, "He’s already asked if he could fuck my butt, and I told 
him he could sometime. But like Peter, I don’t know if he’ll want 
me poking a dildo up his butt ever."

I did wonder if Jamie would be interested. He had already told me 
he liked to swallow his and Bob’s cum. If he didn’t mind me 
knowing that, he might be up for experimenting in other ways. 
Perhaps he already had done other things with the Clarks, I 
thought. That would be so freakin’ wild!

I needed to do some sibling bonding ... real soon. Then I 
wondered who else of my friends was getting their pooper poked 
besides me.

"Mom, have you and Daddy done the same thing with Sarah?"

She grinned as if she had been expecting that question would 
eventually come up.

"No, we haven’t, other than some licking and fingering. There 
certainly haven’t been any enemas or ass to mouth."

"Why not?"

"She hasn’t ever seemed ready."

I smugly grinned.

"I thought you would like that," Mom snorted.

"She should try it. Maybe you and Daddy could do it with her 
soon."

"Whoa there, baby girl. You want us doing more things with Sarah 
now?" Mom asked, totally surprised.

"I never said I didn’t. I just didn’t like all the secrets and 
being left out of everything ... everyone thinking I’m not 
‘ready’ and stuff. Maybe I wasn’t before. But I don’t think 
anyone can say that anymore."

Mom didn’t reply, but I could see in her face that she understood 
how I felt. I didn’t want her not to do stuff with my best 
friend. I just didn’t want them to hide things from me and to be 
excluded from doing the same things. And I didn’t want Sarah to 
be excluded from the things I was doing ... like doing stuff with 
my parents. I doubt Mom realized I had the last part in mind 
though.

Doris glanced between us. She had a serene look about her. I got 
the impression she liked the way we were talking. Yeah, maybe I 
was being a little bitchy, but I wasn’t being confrontational, 
and Mom was accepting what I said, even if she didn’t actually 
say so.

We were communicating.

Doris then said to me, "I think you should know that your mom 
asked us to do this with you last night."

I quickly looked at Mom. She smiled and looked down. Doris 
continued.

"You had seen her doing it in one of her porn movies I showed 
you."

Mom looked at me and said, "That’s why I haven’t even considered 
doing it with Sarah out of fear she would do what her best friend 
does and begin digging too much and discover something we don’t 
want her to know."

I smiled at that idea of being the only kid knowing about the two 
ladies’ past porn careers.

Doris added, "She also thought it was something you’d enjoy 
trying at least, even if you didn’t end up liking it. It was 
something the two of you would have in common ... something you 
could possibly talk together about afterwards."

"You told Doris that?" I looked at Mom in awe and then shook my 
head. Who would have believed how much things had changed between 
us in less than one week.

Mom nodded.

"So fucking cool." I softly muttered to no one in particular. The 
three adults chuckled.

I told them, "I actually liked it ... when we were doing it at 
least. The idea is rather gross, but in the heat of the moment it 
was such an incredible turn-on.

"That’s the way it was for me," Mom replied. "Not so much on a 
movie set, but with someone I was into."

"Like Daddy?"

She nodded. "And a few other dear friends."

I glanced around at Doris and Bradley. Besides them, Daddy, and 
the Clarks, I was the only other person among all my friends and 
their parents who knew any of this. In fact, I was the only kid 
that knew. I really liked that feeling. I felt like I was in on 
the biggest secret ever. Well, almost biggest secret ever.

Bradley then chuckled as he said, "Who knew ass fucking and 
sucking could bring people together so nicely."

"You should suggest it then in your marriage counseling 
sessions," Mom teased him.

We all laughed and Bradley said, "I bet that would decrease our 
church membership in a hurry."

"Is there any scripture about that kind of thing?" I asked, still 
giggling.

He smiled. "In the Book of Kings there are reports that before 
Asa became king of Judah, there were male temple prostitutes. Asa 
tried to get rid of them, but apparently there were still some 
there, when his son Jehoshaphat became king. He got rid of the 
last of them. You see butt sex has been around for many years."

His knowledge of the bible impressed me. Bradley and Jamie would 
have a lot of fun together playing bible verse games.

I remembered wondering if Bradley had ever had a real cock in his 
ass. I didn’t realize I was staring at him while thinking about 
it until he interrupted my thoughts.

"Is there something else you’re curious about, Melissa?"

"Sorta, but it wouldn’t be polite to ask," I replied, taking the 
coward’s way out. I knew I would score a ‘good manners’ point 
with Mom though.

"Oh c’mon, little lady," he objected. "After what we’ve been 
doing, you’re not offending propriety by asking about anything 
related to last night.

I glanced at Mom and got a slight nod. So I asked.

"Last night when we were using the strap-on, you seemed to really 
enjoy it. I wondered then if maybe you had ever done it for 
real," I said, blushing.

He smiled and said, "That’s fair to wonder about. And yes, I 
have. I’ve given as well as received."

"That’s cool," I replied, looking down. I wasn’t really sure what 
else to say or ask.

"Does that embarrass you so much? That I admit to having done 
anal sex with a guy."

"Well, I know how guys really get slammed about being ... gay ... 
over even stupid things. I didn’t know if you would feel 
comfortable talking about it ... if you had."

"It’s true that guys do catch a lot of hell. Girls can kiss each 
other in front of a crowd and get cheers. I certainly understand 
the world and its inherent double standards. And while I have 
enjoyed doing things with guys at times ... including giving and 
receiving blowjobs ... I don’t consider myself fully bisexual 
though. I can appreciate beauty in both sexes, but I’m not 
romantically attracted to men or boys. In the heat of the moment, 
I can let go and just enjoy doing things with people I’m 
comfortable with."

I nodded in understanding. "I think that’s actually sexy."

"That I’ll have sex with guys sometimes?"

"That you’re comfortable enough with yourself to do it and even 
tell me. Guys shouldn’t be so uptight about it like they are."

"I think my little girl is growing up," Mom said.

"I think she is adorable," Doris gushed. "Like mother, like 
daughter."

I was enjoying the moment. I had a bunch of adults around me, and 
none of them were upset with me for a change. Mom being one of 
them made it all that much the better.

Bradley added, "I wish the world could be as tolerant of others 
as you are. It would solve so many problems."

Mom was beaming at me. Accepting others for who they were was 
very important to her. I had been more than accepting about her 
past. I felt sure that was her biggest fear, and she was learning 
more and more that she didn’t have to be afraid anymore of me 
knowing. I wasn’t about to condemn her for anything. She was my 
mom. And that made her very special. I more and more appreciated 
having her as my mom.

I asked Mom, "Has Daddy?"

She shook her head, "He hasn’t. He doesn’t have a problem with 
others doing it, even in his presence. But it’s something he’s 
never been into."

"That’s cool, too." I replied. I looked at Doris, "Do you like 
being there whenever Bradley does something with a guy?"

"I enjoy seeing it happen, but I don’t have to be there when it 
does. It’s part of our ground rules. I can be with other women 
and girls when he’s not around, and if something happens between 
him and a man or boy, it’s fine with me. We do have some 
limitations in certain situations, though, that we’ve agreed on."

"What are your ground rules for hooking up with people when 
you’re apart?" I asked Doris and Bradley.

Bradley began, "Our rules are based on making each other 
comfortable while keeping things fun. As we’ve grown as a couple 
and learned much more about each other, some rules we originally 
made have loosened up while others have become more absolute. 
We’ve added some new ones as well. But, all of our rules are 
based on the other person’s feelings. If I think Doris wouldn’t 
be comfortable with me doing something, I propose a rule based on 
that. We talk things through and agree on what we will or won’t 
do in that situation. There is no expectation that Doris yields 
to one of my desires if that desire would hurt her or our 
relationship."

"I like that. Basically, you’re being selfless."

Doris added, "Exactly. While I want Bradley to experience things 
and have fun, there are things that I just won’t ever be 
comfortable with. The same goes with him. So, we communicate and 
agree on what we both can comfortably live with. Over time, and 
as trust grows, I might be more open to him doing something than 
I used to be. So, the rules evolve with our relationship."

"What kinds of things have changed?"

"Well, for one, we both have a little more freedom when one of us 
is out of town, especially if it involves being with someone 
overnight. We used to require talking about it ahead of time. Now 
it’s only required if it’s practical to do beforehand, but we 
always talk about it afterwards."

I looked at Mom. She knew what I wanted to know.

"Your father and I have very similar rules. We still require 
talking about it in advance when we’re away overnight from each 
other, but our rules have evolved as well. We allow more freedom 
with certain people than others. Some people are always off 
limits."

"Do you or Daddy hookup with people when one of you is out of 
town?"

"It happens from time to time. We both use our best judgment. We 
don’t hook-up with singles unless it is a same sex situation, 
which would only be me with another woman since your father isn’t 
bisexual. We can be with a group though, like I was with the 
Meyers at the campground Saturday night, and I had your father’s 
blessing for that."

"Did Daddy have your blessing for Sarah that night at her 
grandparents’ house?"

"I had called your father last Saturday afternoon. He told me 
that he hoped to get through early and then visit with my parents 
and later spend the night at the Thompson’s with Sarah. And even 
though we try to talk about those things beforehand, he actually 
didn’t need to."

"Why not?"

"When it comes to kids under eighteen, we have agreed that we 
only require that the child’s parents know and approve. Bob and 
Colleen gave their blessing, though, for your daddy to have sex 
with Sarah whenever it was practical, as well as her wanting it 
as well. The situation presented itself, and they took advantage 
of it. Your father told me about it as soon as practical 
afterwards that it had happened."

Bradley added, "Doris and I have the same rule with regard to 
kids as well."

"So, all of you guys can do overnighters when you’re apart, 
except Mom and Daddy always have to agree to the situation ahead 
of time, unless it is a kid or someone of the same sex."

They all nodded.

"But, during the day, you can fuck anyone wherever you are?"

Mom answered, "Only with people we both know. When it’s 
overnight, whether it’s me or your father, the other person’s 
spouse must be present even if they aren’t participating. Again, 
the exceptions are when it is with someone of the same sex, or a 
group situation."

"Do you guys keep a cheat sheet? Sounds like a lot to keep up 
with!"

They all chuckled. Mom replied, "It’s not difficult at all. It 
helps that we’ve been married for quite a few years though."

"That’s where Peter and I are going to struggle, I guess."

"You will," Doris confirmed. "You’ll end up in unforeseen 
situations that you’ll later discuss, and that may cause you to 
change or add some rules."

"I guess being married a long time does have a lot of 
advantages."

"You could say we’ve all earned our stripes," Bradley said.

"Peter and I have a list of teens that it’s okay to have sex 
with. We’re wide open when it comes to adults though."

Mom replied, "While keeping things open to all adults may sound 
like the thing to do now, even that could change. Time will 
tell."

"You mean John Meyer?"

"He can be intimidating to teen boys ... as well as many men."

"And at least one girl. Sheesh," I replied.

"Peter may not care for you doing anything with him."

"He may not get a complaint about it out of me either."

"You say that now ..." Mom said and left it hanging. She did have 
a point, I supposed. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be 
like taking that monster inside me at least once. What if I did 
and I got hooked on it and Peter didn’t want me to ever touch it 
again? I guess my reaction would depend on how our relationship 
was at the time. Daddy didn’t seem to have a problem with Mom 
fucking Mr. Meyer.

I let it go and asked her a loaded question instead.

"Have you and Daddy slept with others while away from each other 
very often?"

Mom hesitated. Maybe I was crossing the line a little. But she 
could always tell me it was none of my business.

"I guess it’s a little late to get squeamish about the things you 
know about our lifestyle, even though it really is none of your 
business. But since we have become friends, I will tell you a 
little anyways."

I grinned at her, and she just shook her head at me probably 
knowing I would have gotten her to tell me anyway.

"During our senior year in college, your father and I did have 
sex occasionally with some friends we’d met on campus. Doris, 
Maggie, and Colleen were part of our group. There were others you 
don’t know, but we haven’t seen any of them again since college. 
After graduation, Greg and I got married soon after your father 
started working, and we really didn’t have a big interest in 
swinging at that time. We were so happy with just each other ... 
being a married couple."

She paused and grinned. "We were busy wearing each other out."

Doris laughed. "Yeah, I bet."

"Don’t tell me that you two weren’t busy doing the same," Mom 
huffed at Doris and Bradley.

"Okay, okay," Bradley said with a big grin, "guilty as charged."

Mom continued, "Then I went off birth control which kept us from 
doing anything with anybody else anyways. And since a little 
Jamie and a little Melissa kept me so busy, I didn’t think much 
about having sex with anybody but your father. I think you were 
about three when we talked about possibly taking up swinging and 
became involved with our friends again. They were all more or 
less in the same boat. And we had gotten tubes snipped and tied 
off to preclude any unfortunate accidents. So things evolved 
after that.

"As time went by, your father and I have had opportunities for 
hooking up with someone overnight when one of us was out of town. 
When your father moved up in the company and travelled more 
frequently on business, we both have had opportunities we’ve 
taken advantage of."

"Did you at least know the women Daddy was sleeping with before 
giving him permission?"

"I did know them at least through the swinger group, and the same 
was true with your father when it came to whom I was with at 
times. I may have only known some of the women as acquaintances, 
but I did know who they were if I agreed to let it happen. I 
usually trusted your father in those kinds of situations, but a 
few times I did say no."

"What about if you hooked up with a man in the afternoon or 
something?"

"Your father and I don’t require permission ahead of time in 
those situations, but we always let the other know when it has 
happened and who it was with."

"Can you just hook up with someone you’ve just met?"

"Not unless we are together when we meet them and agree on it. A 
trusted friend who knows them well would likely have to vouch for 
them beforehand though."

She took my hand and looked at me. "Your father and I have never 
just indiscriminately screwed around, baby girl. We care too much 
for each other to do that. So the people we have spent any time 
with were people we felt good about, and were never complete 
strangers. That’s been an important aspect and a reason why we 
can trust each other when we do it, too."

"Do I know any of the men you’ve been with overnight while Daddy 
was out of town?"

"One of them is in the room with us now."

I glanced at Bradley.

Mom added, "Doris was with us, of course."

"Who are the other men?"

"Bob, Brent and Kent. A few others ... and some you don’t know."

"Mr. Meyer?"

"Yes ... and Erica was with him."

"And Daddy was cool with all that?"

"Yes, he was. Just as I was with all he was doing."

"That’s cool then. I think it’s awesome you and Daddy trust each 
other so much."

"Trust takes time, sweetie. It’s easy to lose as well. A healthy 
marriage takes a lot of work, especially one that includes having 
sex with others. Marriage isn’t always fun and games though. Your 
father and I have had our moments when things weren’t so fun and 
exciting. It takes love to get you through those times."

I smiled at her sweetly. "I know you two love each other like 
crazy. I hope I can say the same thing when I’ve been married as 
long as you and Daddy," I said, turning to Bradley and Doris and 
expressing the same thing to them.

"I do, too," Mom replied. "It’s the best feeling in the world to 
have a person you can completely open yourself up to. I’ve told 
you before that your father and I don’t keep any secrets from 
each other. It’s how we can have the fun that we do."

"That’s what I envy the most. It’s like you know what the other 
is thinking without saying a word. I can see it happening all the 
time!"

She smiled.

"Sometimes it’s when I’m in trouble," I squeamishly added.

"Oh, baby girl. We talk about you a lot. Simple eye contact with 
your father doesn’t ever cut it with you," she teased.

After a few moments, I asked her, "Have you ever been on a trip 
when you hooked up with someone like Daddy does?"

"There have been a few special occasions, such as when I’ve gone 
on a ‘girls’ trip with various friends, that I’ve ended up in bed 
with a man on some nights. If your father didn’t know them well, 
he knew at least something of them. The man’s wife was always 
close by, usually in an adjacent room if not in the same room. 
There have been a few times for both of us when we’ve met a 
‘friend of a friend’ and went for it, too."

I was getting seriously horny imagining Mom doing something like 
that.

"One time on a weekend trip with some friends, I ended up in a 
hotel room with two men one evening. Your father and I know them, 
although we don’t get to see them often. It happened on a 
Saturday night. It wasn’t an overnight thing though, although it 
went really late into the night."

"Wow. That must’ve been really wild!"

"Those kinds of things don’t happen often, but whenever it does 
happen, I let your father know as soon after as possible if I 
can’t beforehand."

"That was because you didn’t spend the whole night with them?"

She nodded, "And there were two of them - a group. It’s the one-
on-one scenario that is really dangerous for a marriage, 
especially when your husband doesn’t know the person well. As 
much as your father trusts me, it’s just not a good situation to 
be in. It puts too much stress on the trust we have in each 
other."

Bradley added, "One time Doris called and left a message that 
didn’t get fully recorded on our answering machine. However, I 
had the phone number for her hotel and room and called because of 
the problem with the recorded message. When she answered the 
phone, it didn’t take but a few moments to discover she was in 
the middle of getting fucked, and she stayed on the phone with me 
for half an hour describing each thing she and the man were doing 
to each other."

"That is too wild. You guys don’t require prior permission from 
the other?"

Doris shook her head, "We only require letting the other know 
about things in advance, if possible. I couldn’t reach Bradley 
that evening directly, so I left a message ... which got screwed 
up. But I was going to call him afterwards anyways. Having him 
call when he did really got things kinky for all of us. I spent 
two nights with that gentleman. As I recall, he was from a small 
town near Paris. He and his wife had an agreement when they were 
separated by the oceans."

I remembered the night at the Rayners when Peter and I were 
having sex in the kitchen while Maggie did phone sex with Mom. I 
wanted to ask Mom about it, but I wanted to be alone with her 
when I did.

"Was it always just one or two nights?" I asked everyone.

"On one occasion," Mom started, surprising me, "the sex went 
longer than one or two nights. On that occasion, your father 
slept with a woman for a week while he was out of town with her. 
She worked in his office and was resigning at the end of the 
month. She and her fiancé were moving to England where they 
planned to be married. She and your father spent a week sharing a 
hotel room together, fucking every chance they could."

"A whole week?! And you were really okay with that?"

"It would’ve been silly for me to complain since I spent the same 
week with the woman’s fiancé in his apartment. We fucked whenever 
we could and I slept with him every night. You and your brother 
were very young and spent the week with your grandparents." 

I shook my head in amazement.

Mom then said, "It only happened because of the situation. We all 
knew an ocean would separate us not long afterwards. So the 
danger of falling for each other was very small. Your father and 
I talked about that time for months. We occasionally still do. 
It’s a fond memory we share and is usually followed by some very 
hot sex, too."

I was totally amazed that my parents could do that and not be 
jealous out of their minds.

Mom saw my bewilderment and explained further, "Every 
relationship is different, sweetie. We were able to do it because 
of the communication and trust we had then and have now. Those 
two people were absolutely no threat to our marriage. We knew we 
likely would never even see them again."

"How did it even come up between all of you?" I asked.

"It all began the year before. All of us were at a company party. 
After some drinking, the woman your father worked with confided 
in me that she and her fiancé were into swinging. I admitted that 
your father and I were as well. However, none of us acted on it 
because of the co-worker situation."

"Did she know you and Daddy were swingers?"

"She didn’t at first, but during the afternoon and evening, we 
got to know each other pretty well. At one point, we were talking 
away from everyone else and she casually asked if we had ever 
done anything adventurous as a couple. From that, I wondered 
where she was taking the conversation. I just came out and asked 
how she defined ‘adventurous’. She then explained that she and 
her fiancé liked to have fun with other couples they enjoy being 
with, and sometimes it could get very naughty."

"I’m surprised she was that open with someone she just met, 
especially the wife of someone she worked with."

"It surprised me, too. I chalked it up to the drinks we’d both 
had. I told her that your father and I had done some things with 
good friends in the past. She said it was too bad that she and 
Greg worked together. Otherwise we all could get to know each 
other better as couples and see where it went. However, we did 
agree we’d like to try getting to know each other better as 
couples though. And that is what we did. We occasionally went out 
for dinner and drinks, and sometimes dancing. It was all rather 
tame though, although the talk wasn’t always.

 "About six months later, your father found out that the couple 
was moving to England and planned to marry and live there. She 
was resigning at the end of that month because of it. But two 
weeks before then, she and your father were scheduled to spend a 
week out of town with a new client they had just signed. The idea 
of swapping for the week came up, and we all got together and 
discussed it. Afterwards, we took a few days to think it over 
before we all decided to go for it. Because the couple was moving 
to another continent a week after this was to occur, concerns 
about emotional entanglements and being involved with a co-worker 
weren’t much of an issue anymore. After returning from the trip, 
the woman worked that one week before her resignation became 
effective. The couple is still happily married and living in 
London. We exchange Christmas cards every year."

The idea of doing something like that seemed very intimidating. 
Letting my boyfriend or husband basically live with another woman 
for a whole week? Even with the other couple moving to a 
different continent, it just seemed like it would be too risky 
from an emotional standpoint. Love can happen so quickly. I went 
from not wanting Peter hanging around me to wanting him with me 
as much as possible.

Mom added, "It takes a strong relationship to be able to do 
something like that."

"But why would you even want to? It’s like a break from your 
marriage. To me it seems like you’re looking for something new, 
like you’re not happy."

"For some people, that may be the case. Your father and I had a 
very strong bond then as we do now. We felt we could enjoy being 
sexual with someone else for a week. It was like an adventure for 
us, not a break from our marriage. By the end of the week, I was 
yearning to be back in your father’s arms. He was all I could 
think about. The sex that week had been great. Your father had a 
fun time as well. The next week after we were back together was 
even more incredible for us as we wore each other out talking 
about what each of us did."

"Is it something you would consider doing again?"

"Possibly. But the excitement of doing something new wouldn’t be 
there now. Who knows though?"

"What if Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie wanted to swap for a week?"

"I don’t know about them, but the idea of doing it with a 
celebrity couple would make it very intriguing."

I still wasn’t sure I could do something like that, but in the 
right situation I could see myself at least seriously considering 
it. Whatever ground rules there were at the time would likely 
play a big role in my decision.

I asked all of them, "Do the Clarks have very different ground 
rules?"

Bradley replied, "Their ground rules aren’t dramatically 
different, but they are different in some significant ways."

"Like how?"

Mom jumped in, "Like you should ask them."

"Is this like the secret you guys don’t want me to know?" I 
mockingly asked.

"Chill the sarcasm, missy," Mom tersely stated. I cowed down at 
the tone of her voice. Her expression then softened as she said, 
"You should discuss Bob and Colleen’s ground rules with them. 
Remember, you agreed with us yesterday that nothing gets said 
behind someone else's back and that we'll talk with people rather 
than about people. And their rules can change at any time. I 
could tell you one thing, and they could’ve changed it some time 
ago."

"You two are a hoot," Doris observed.

Mom and I looked at her curiously, and simultaneously blurted 
out, "What?"

"One minute you’re practically like best friends, and another 
you’re taking shots at each other."

I cut my eyes at Mom and met hers.

Doris added, "Mel, I know it’s easy for you to get frustrated, 
but you really need to respect your mother’s stand on things. 
You’re not owed an explanation about everything."

"Sorry," I guiltily said to Mom.

She reached over to put a hand on mine. I stared into her face. 
She was lost in her thoughts. I wanted to shake her and tell her 
nothing in the past mattered, that it wouldn’t change anything 
between us. But I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. I was gonna have 
to find out on my own, and hope she wouldn’t hate me afterwards. 
I just didn’t know where to start!

I definitely planned to talk a whole lot more with Colleen. I was 
certain I could get her to talk about her and Bob’s ground rules. 
Maybe doing so would give us a way to get over some things I 
haven’t been too happy about.

"There’s only one thing I wish I had an explanation for," I 
softly said to Mom.

"I’m sure one day I’ll tell you what you want to know, baby girl. 
It’s sort of a Pandora’s Box though. Opening it takes it out of 
mine and Colleen’s control. Certain people just never need to 
know. The more who know, the greater the chance the ones who 
shouldn’t will find out."

"Are you saying I shouldn’t know now then?"

"I believe you shouldn’t ... for now. Okay?"

I sucked on my bottom lip, hesitating to reply.

"Mel?"

"Okay. But I am known to be accident prone. Just so you know."

Doris laughed. Which got Mom chuckling as she replied, "That you 
are, baby girl."

Maybe I shouldn’t rock the boat. I decided to just let it go. If 
I happened to stumble on it sometime, then so be it. Mom would 
have to risk not being able to control my reaction if I did 
discover things accidentally. I would have thought she had 
learned that lesson by now.

"I was wondering ..."

"Uh oh," Bradley uttered. I playful snarled at him.

"How many swingers do you guys know who have ended up divorced?"

Doris answered, "A few here and there over the years."

Mom replied, "A handful that your father and I know of."

"Was it because of the swinging?" I asked Mom.

But Bradley answered instead. I guessed being a minister he had 
more experience with couples having marital problems.

"That’s difficult to know, Melissa. Most marriages go sour over a 
period of time, rarely from a single event. Swinging isn’t for 
everyone. Some look to it as a way to try to add spice to a 
marriage that is already in trouble. Some more or less force 
their partner into swinging when they really don’t want to. 
That’s usually a big mistake. It works for some, but I suspect 
that swinging for most couples already in trouble just hastens 
the process leading to a divorce."

I scrunched my lips at that. Peter and I were into having sex 
with others when we became a couple. I thought we had done the 
right things though by talking and making ground rules.

"In most cases, swinging isn’t the actual cause of a breakup or 
divorce. The marriage was likely already on very shaky ground to 
begin with."

"Are you worried about what all this will mean for you and 
Peter?" Mom asked.

"Sorta. I mean, we’re doing okay with the way things are now."

"Just keep talking and adjusting your ground rules as you need, 
sweetie," Mom said. "You and Peter will need to find your own 
way. And I think you will. You two understand the implications of 
what you’re doing, which is amazing considering your age. Most 
teens would never consider the idea of sharing. It takes a lot of 
maturity to be able to separate sex and love. Jealousy can be 
very destructive. You both are doing what it takes though to 
develop trust - communicating. Many couples who have been married 
for years aren’t able to discuss such things without often 
causing disastrous results or hurt feelings."


******


I took a deep breath instead of replying. I was getting more than 
subtle reminders from my body of what day this was.

"Not feeling too good?" Mom asked.

"Gawd, I hate the start of my period! And I was just really 
beginning to enjoy doing so many new things."

"It’s part of being a woman," Mom stated.

"Remember my period party is this Sunday." Doris looked at me 
sympathetically. "We’ll try to make things a little more fun and 
bearable."

"I know it’ll be fun, and hopefully it will be the last day of my 
period and I can get fucked soon after!"

They all chuckled at me.

"Well, we’ll keep fingers crossed," Doris giggled. More 
seriously, she said, "Hopefully the pill will keep you regular."

I usually was regular, and only on my period for four days. Four 
fuckless miserable days.

"I’ll make sure I have her back from my parents in plenty of time 
on Sunday," Mom assured Doris.

Bradley added, "You know your period doesn’t have to mean 
abstinence."

"I seriously doubt Peter will want to." I certainly wasn’t 
holding out any hope. His mom had even excused him from the 
bedroom Tuesday night before Penny’s dad fucked with her on her 
period.

"I’d love to if Peter doesn’t," Bradley said with a big grin. 
"I’m sure he will come around to realize it’s not gross, 
especially when it is with someone he cares about."

I decided to be rather brazen with Bradley, especially with Mom 
sitting close to me. It was fun lately getting away with being 
seriously impudent with an adult without getting scolded by her.

"Would you seriously fuck me on my period, especially the way I’m 
usually flowing on my first day?"

I quickly glanced at Mom, to see if I had shocked her. Her eyes 
had opened wide, but no repudiation immediately followed.

"We can right now, if you’re up to it ... and everyone agrees. I 
bet you’ll feel much better afterwards, too," Bradley said with a 
sly grin.

I glanced at Mom again. She knew, besides wanting to get fucked, 
I was trying to shock her. It wasn’t working though. If anything, 
she was getting ‘that’ look, the same look she had whenever she 
became playful with me.

"Sounds like a great offer to me, sweetie," she finally replied.

"If I’ll feel better, you can fuck me all day!" I blurted out. I 
then bashfully added, "If it is okay with you, Doris."

"Smart girl," Mom stated. I had learned my lesson well.

"She is that," Doris added. "Go for it, hon. I’m willing to 
sacrifice for the cause." We grinned at each other. Mom was 
grinning, too. I was ecstatic. I was about to get fucked with Mom 
openly watching. And I wouldn’t even be blindfolded.

Bradley held my hand as we walked back to the bedroom. Doris had 
already changed the bed linen.

"Let me undress you," he said, taking the bottom of my top and 
lifting it as I raised my arms. My bra quickly followed. He took 
his time slipping my shorts down off my hips as his lips sucked 
gently at one of my nipples before moving to the other. His hands 
caressed up and down my bare flanks before finally cupping and 
gently squeezing my panty covered butt. Hooking his fingers in my 
panties, I was quickly fully naked.

I looked at the bed before I began to get on it. Doris had laid 
out a large dark towel in the middle of it. I thanked her with my 
eyes. I moved over it, lying down on my back with my legs drawn 
up and open. I did my best not to think about being on my period, 
but I couldn’t help it. It was embarrassing.

Bradley had quickly taken off his clothes. I was surprised when 
he wanted to remove my tampon. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to 
him. I bit my bottom lip as I looked at this grown-up man who 
wanted me. No boy or man had ever seen me like this before, and 
there was Bradley eager to enjoy my body in spite of it. I 
couldn’t remember ever being so vulnerable before as he pulled on 
the string of my tampon. I felt it slide out of me. He quickly 
wrapped in a couple of tissues and asked Doris to dispose of it. 
I let my legs drop and stretched out.

Boys teased and made fun of girls being on their periods. But 
this wasn’t a boy. This was a very confident and handsome man. As 
he moved next to me, I began to relax and look forward to him 
being inside me.

"We need to get you ready, sweetie," he whispered in my ear. "The 
tampon has sucked up all the moisture in your pussy." He leaned 
in to kiss me and cup one of my breasts. He flicked my nipple and 
then moved down to kiss it. He licked it and when he had it wet, 
he gently blew air on it. The wetness and the coolness made my 
nipple pucker and get hard. I felt the familiar tingle in my 
belly.

I reached down his body and wrapped my hand around his already 
pretty stiff cock. He groaned a little as I stroked him.

He continued to kiss my breasts, moving back and forth between 
both of them, as his hand rubbed my tummy and then moved to the 
top of pussy. I opened my legs and his finger found my clit. I 
jumped a little.

"Think you’re ready?" he asked me quietly. It wasn’t the longest 
or hottest foreplay I had experienced, but I was so horny from 
our earlier talk that I didn’t really need it.

I nodded in agreement. "I want you inside me, Pastor," I 
whispered huskily.

He grinned. "You’re such a bad little girl. Ready or not, your 
pastor is about to fuck you." He moved my legs further apart 
again and lay down between them. He lined up his cock with my 
opening and pushed forward.

He kissed me again pushing his tongue deep into my mouth as his 
cock speared my pussy.

"Mmmmm," I moaned into his mouth as settled deep in me. Thoughts 
of my period were gone.

He leaned up and began thrusting gently into me at first. He was 
savoring the grip my pussy had on his shaft. As he fucked me, 
Doris and Mom moved onto the bed, one on each side. They both 
began kissing my neck and chest. I was the center of the world, 
and I loved it. I didn’t even care that one of them was my 
mother. I was too lost in the wonderful feelings to think about 
it.

Mom spent some time with her mouth over my nipple, sucking and 
gently nibbling, pulling on it with her lips and teeth. I moaned 
even louder, especially with Bradley thrusting even faster. The 
head of his cock felt incredible, especially the ridges as it 
scrapped along the walls of my cunt. He was sweating as he fucked 
me with long deep strokes. His cock felt bigger than ever inside 
me.

Mom and Doris moved away from me. Doris slipped over to Mom’s 
side of the bed, and the two of them situated themselves in a 
sixty-nine position with Doris on top. Mom’s head was beside mine 
as they both wildly licked and sucked on each other. Mom was 
really letting go and enjoying her friend beside me whose husband 
was pounding me into the bed. The sight of her cute tongue 
licking the delicate folds and clit was incredibly sexy. When she 
sucked Doris’s clit between her lips, I moaned my compliments for 
the sexy show she was giving me.

Bradley also seemed to enjoy the two ladies’ passion. I was 
rewarded by it when he placed his hands behind my knees and 
pushed my legs up and over me, lifting my butt off the bed as he 
began ramming his cock into me almost in a rage. It pushed me 
into an orgasm almost immediately as well. I was quickly wailing 
loudly.

"Scream, you little slut. Scream it out!" he bellowed at me as 
his body crashed repeatedly into mine. "You dirty daughter of 
sin!" he yelled as he came. "Your pastor is going to wash all 
those lustful feelings out of your body!"

Whoa. That was rather creepy, I thought, even through the 
delicious feelings overwhelming me. I just hoped my head didn’t 
start spinning.

His cock felt huge as he held it deep within, jerking and 
throbbing inside me, spurting his cum into my body. I was pushing 
my hips hard against him, keeping him buried, relishing the feel 
of his spasming shaft.

Finally, he lay down and cuddled with me, leaving his cock inside 
me, both of us panting hard. He held my head with both hands and 
we kissed lovingly. "You like?" he asked quietly. I just nodded. 
I wasn’t gonna complain about the strange exorcist stuff he 
shouted. I wasn’t cramping anymore. This church stuff was really 
paying off!

We watched his wife and my mom approaching their own orgasms. I 
stared intently at Mom as her whole body became rigid with her 
head arching back against the bed.

As Mom recovered, she quickly went back to loving her close 
friend. She wrapped her arms tightly around Doris’s waist, 
holding her pussy down tightly to her mouth as Mom fluttered her 
tongue directly against Doris’s clit. Moments later, Doris was 
consumed by her own orgasm. She rode Mom’s face as the intensity 
grew, humping her pussy against Mom’s mouth.

Doris then turned around to cuddle with Mom. Bradley slipped out 
of me as he moved to lie beside me. My eyes locked with Mom’s. 
She leaned over to gently kiss my lips.

"Feel better?"

"Definitely," I almost purred. I looked at Doris and asked, "Can 
I borrow your husband for the next four days?"

Doris chuckled. "I don’t mind sharing, but I think Peter wouldn’t 
appreciate it too much."

"If only ..." I started.

Doris interrupted, "You’re assuming he won’t want to make love to 
you."

I glanced up and over at Bradley’s cock. It was as I expected it 
to look. I looked disbelievingly back at Doris.

Mom said, "Give the boy a chance, baby girl. He loves you. Tell 
him what you want. You might be surprised. I believe you will be, 
knowing how much he adores you."

I stretched and figured I had nothing to lose.


******


After we cleaned up, I sat in the family room as Mom joined 
Bradley and Doris in the kitchen. I lay back on the couch 
relaxing. They suddenly became rather soft spoken, but I could 
still overhear what they were talking about. It only took a few 
moments to understand why they were speaking so softly.

In a soft voice, Bradley asked Mom, "What ground rules do you and 
Greg have for your involvement with Mel and Jamie?"

My head almost started spinning as I quickly turned it to hear as 
much as I could of this talk!

Mom replied just as softly, "I’m just unsure how involved we 
should all be. Greg has been sensitive to my concerns about our 
doing anything with Jamie and Mel. They both are hard to resist 
at all."

"How does Greg feel?" Doris asked.

"He’s admitted he would be comfortable with doing more ..."

I did a mental fist pump. Yay, Daddy!

"... but he’s happy with settling for what we’ve done so far, or 
even less."

I groaned, and then hoped I hadn’t been too loud.

"You okay in here?" Doris asked as she popped her head around the 
door.

"I’ll live," I punily replied.

"Let me know if you want something," she said. I nodded and she 
went back into the kitchen.

"Is she okay?" I heard Mom ask.

"First day. She’s fine though."

They changed the topic of their talk to something else I didn’t 
care about. Despite my disappointment with Daddy, I was rather 
surprised at how open and non-confrontational Mom had been 
talking about the topic. She really was close to Doris to be 
talking to her like that about it.

Up to now, I had felt that the line was firmly drawn when it came 
to fucking, and that Mom had clearly indicated at the time that 
there was to be no further discussion. Maybe she had only said 
that in front of me to put me off from pushing for something like 
that to happen. From what she had just said, she really wasn’t 
sure about anything. I felt for her because I shared the same 
feelings, wanting to get deeper involved with her, but not being 
sure if I should. ‘Like mother, like daughter’, I sighed to 
myself.

Jamie popped into my head. I had been so focused on what I wanted 
to do, that I hadn’t even thought about what Jamie might be doing 
with Mom. He had told me a little and I had seen some of it. But 
was that all? Mom just said we both were hard to resist. Maybe 
her uncertainty now was because of him. If she wanted to do a 
whole lot more with Jamie, she couldn’t very well tell Daddy he 
couldn’t do the same with me.

I needed to talk to Jamie to find out more about what Mom and he 
had been doing. I first needed to talk to Sarah, though. I wasn’t 
sure Jamie would tell her about any fooling around he was doing 
with Mom, but she would certainly be the one if he had told 
anybody.

I lay there wondering what was behind Mom’s thoughts. She had 
seen how the Rayners handled things. They were as close a family 
as I knew. Peter certainly wasn’t traumatized by having sex with 
his mother. He seemed as normal as any other guy his age. He had 
friends he goofed off with. He had a girlfriend even, which most 
boys his age didn’t. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him to 
fuck his mom once in a while. Penny was pretty wild, but that 
wasn’t unusual for her. However, she still cared a lot about her 
family. Pam had been having sex with her father for some time but 
really hadn’t changed over the past year or so either. And she 
had a cute boyfriend, too.

So the one perfect example of how nondestructive incest could be, 
if handled carefully, seemed to make no difference to Mom, other 
than being okay with the occasional making out and oral sex. So, 
that meant there had to be a contrary example that was weighing 
on her.

Daddy certainly didn’t seem to be the heart of the issue. We 
never even saw his parents. I couldn’t even remember ever 
visiting them at all. He seemed willing to go as far as Mom was 
comfortable with. If he had experienced something bad with 
incest, it certainly hadn’t put him off from allowing things to 
happen between me and Jamie.

Could it be? Mom and her parents? Mom and MY grandparents? I 
thought back at how Mom acted around Grandpa and Grandma. I had 
never noticed anything odd between them. They got along great. 
Mom was never hesitant about going to see them. Grandpa was 
affectionate with Mom, but nothing that ever looked out of line. 
She was a daddy’s girl like me. Grandpa was just as affectionate 
with me, if not more so, and he had never made me think he wanted 
to do something inappropriate. Grandma certainly didn’t act like 
she would even be interested in a girl or woman, much less her 
own daughter. She was always very loving with me, and she had 
never made me feel uncomfortable. I really couldn’t even imagine 
my grandparents having sex with anyone else but themselves.

But something was spooking Mom, but not to the point of totally 
stopping the things we so far had been doing within our family. I 
knew it involved something from the past. But what? Whatever it 
was, I was sure it had to have happened before she went to 
college. It couldn’t involve her OCS days, especially since she 
let me have her diary to read. She had pretended to do incest in 
some of her porn movies. And although she still wasn’t too happy 
with me knowing about her past, she didn’t seem to care at all 
that I had watched some of those.

The only thing I had ever heard Mom complain about was that her 
mom didn’t draw boundaries for her. She had said Grandma ‘didn’t 
understand what she was capable of’. Maybe that was all there was 
to the whole deal about setting boundaries. So far she had been 
doing that indirectly by using others, like Colleen, when it came 
to me. She was able to control me through others, making it less 
likely I would rebel against them. Now she felt she had to draw 
some lines for me when it came to sex with her and Daddy ... just 
so she could say she drew some lines. Without lines, she seemed 
to be afraid that I could become a prostitute or a porn actress, 
too.

Fuck! The whole world could explode if some lines weren’t drawn 
for me. Maybe that was the big secret - I was the key to the end 
of the world. Without lines drawn, I could end up in the hands of 
Dr. Evil. The idea of that seemed ... intriguing. I would be the 
bestest Fembot. Nobody would ever suspect I had cannons hidden in 
my boobies.

"Ready to go, baby girl?" Mom asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I got up from the couch, hugged and kissed both Doris and 
Bradley.

"Thanks for letting me stay over," I sweetly said.

"Anytime, sweetie," they both said. "We hope you had a fun time 
with us."


******


On the way home, we rode quietly. I was still thinking about the 
boundary issue. So I asked Mom, "Do you want to stop doing things 
with me? I will, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to do 
something you’re not comfortable with."

She glanced over at me as she drove. She certainly wasn’t 
expecting that from me.

"Why are you asking me that?" she uncomfortably replied.

"You know, you would be blessing me out if I answered you with a 
question," I calmly stated.

She snorted and tried to keep from grinning.

"Guilty. And Mel, I don’t want to stop ... if you don’t."

I quietly stared ahead for a moment, before saying, "I really 
like what we’ve been doing, Mom."

"Me too, sweetie." she simply said. "But thanks for being so 
considerate. You are growing up."

"I know you’ve been watching Jamie jerking off at times over the 
past two years ... and that he knew you were watching. You even 
let him watch you."

I glanced again at her. It looked like she forgot how to breathe.

"It’s cool, Mom. All of it is cool. I know you’ve been wondering 
how far things should go with all of us."

She didn’t reply to that, but at least she was breathing again.

"I’m okay with going as far as you want to. I trust you not to 
push me into something I can’t handle," I said.

She reached over and put her hand on my thigh, squeezing it. I 
put my hand over hers.

Mom finally said, "I’m fine with everything so far."

"Mom, do you want to go all the way with Jamie?"

"No," she replied quickly, then pausing. "At least not now. I 
admit I’m very conflicted about many things right now."

"I can tell."

"That obvious, huh?"

"Very. I know you’re trying to protect me from something."

She sucked in her lips and stared ahead.

I kept watching her. "It’s cool. I know it’s because you love me 
and don’t want something to happen that I can’t handle right 
now."

She remained quiet.

I added, "You’ve really been frustrating me though."

"About what?"

"You wanting to do something with me and then all of a sudden you 
don’t."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I quickly said. "I sorta like the way you ‘frustrate’ me."

"Uh huh," she grinned.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I want more ... just so you know."

"Me, too ... although I shouldn’t" she admitted. "Just so you 
know, too."

I smiled at her. She smiled back. I heard another part of the 
wall between us crashing down. That also meant there wasn’t 
nearly as much to keep us apart as there had been before. There 
was less for her to easily hide behind, too. I think that’s what 
really scared her the most.


******


As we pulled up at the house, Mom asked, "How do you feel now 
about Peter spending the night with me last night?"

"I was jealous as fuck yesterday. But I’m okay with it now, 
especially after this morning. Doris and Bradley were really 
great at helping me see I didn’t need to be jealous, and how to 
avoid it."

"They’re a good team."

"Did you tell them I might be jealous?"

"I knew him spending the night with me and you with Bradley and 
Doris would be a totally new experience for you. So I did tell 
them you might be jealous. I thought they could help you through 
your feelings."

She looked at me closely. It was at this point in the past that I 
probably would have exploded at her for doing something like 
that. She was preparing for it, too.

"Thanks," I said.

That surprised her. She looked rather flustered because of it, 
too.

I grinned at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing important," I replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Alright then. So, when are you going to ask what Peter and I 
did?"

"What did you and Peter do?"

Mom went on to describe what happened. The four of them watched a 
porn movie in the family room. Of course, they were all naked. 
Mom and Peter cuddled together on one end of the couch while 
Daddy did the same with Pam on the other end. She and Daddy 
teased them during the hotter sex scenes, with Mom playing with 
Peter’s cock, and Daddy playing with Pam’s body. They ended up 
fucking on the floor, side by side, long before the movie was 
over.

They alternated partners a few times, with Peter fucking his 
sister while my parents fucked. Pam and Mom spent a little time 
putting on a show for the guys, licking each other sensuously ... 
including each other’s buttholes.

Mom and Pam then sat on the edge of the couch and lay back. The 
guys raised the girls’ legs up in the air as they stood facing 
them, and then leaned down to pound their pussies for a while. My 
boyfriend ended up cumming in Mom before Daddy came in Pam. Peter 
had Mom leaking as much cum as Daddy had Pam though.

They then ate a light supper before each couple took an intimate 
shower together. The hot water ran out on Daddy and Pam though, 
but Mom and Peter helped them warm up before they parted to go to 
separate bedrooms.

Peter came four times from the time they went to bed until they 
got up this morning. Between fucks, Mom talked with Peter a good 
bit about sex and relationships. She told me that I was never too 
far from his thoughts. I felt a little embarrassed because I 
hadn’t really thought too much about Peter while things were so 
hot the night before with the Thomases. Mom explained that wasn’t 
unusual, and it didn’t mean I didn’t love Peter enough. Mom said 
she didn’t think a whole lot about Daddy when things were hot 
either, that it was natural to get lost in the moment when sex 
felt so great. When it was over though, all Peter wanted to talk 
about was me though. He kept asking for advice about things, like 
what I really liked and didn’t like.

I so wanted Peter in my arms at that moment.

Mom then realized that we had been sitting in the car for quite a 
while.

"Let’s go inside, you little brat," she teased, reaching to 
tickle my side.


******


Inside, we sat together in the family room and talked some more.

"Where is Jamie?"

"He’s over at Sarah’s house still. He spent the night there. 
Colleen will have to drag the two of them out of bed."

"Daddy’s at work?"

"Uh huh."

"Since we’re alone, remember you said something about a new 
hiding place for my stuff?"

"I talked with your father about that. He agreed you needed a 
place to put your things, especially the album and the diary."

Mom stood up. "Follow me," she said, reaching for my hand.

She led me over to the basement door and told me to wait right 
there. She then quickly went upstairs. This was certainly getting 
interesting.

When she came back downstairs, she was holding something in her 
hand that I couldn’t see.

After going down the basement stairs, Mom walked to the closet at 
the end of the short hallway that I knew my parents kept some 
things in. We had to walk past Daddy’s office on the way. I had 
never been inside this closet to see exactly what all was kept in 
there. I knew it was mostly old crap of my parents though.

Mom unclasped her hand to reveal a key. After unlocking the 
closet door, she opened it to reveal just what I had expected – a 
number of binders and manila folders - just old crap.

"Your father keeps our old financial documents and tax records in 
here. You can look at them, if you want. All you’ll learn from it 
is what your father’s income has been over the years. We’re not 
rich, but your daddy makes a good living for us."

She then pointed at the bottom shelf.

"You can keep your things there. You don’t have to worry about 
Jamie seeing it. He doesn’t have a key to the door. He doesn’t 
have anything that sensitive to hide anyway."

"Thanks, Mom. This is so cool."

"Here’s your key. Keep up with it, and hide it in a safe place in 
your room. If someone finds it, they likely won’t know what it 
goes to anyway."

"I will."

"The other key is locked in your daddy’s desk. I suggest you 
don’t tell anyone else that you have it, or what it’s for."

I nodded.

Mom had me lock the door as we got ready to go back upstairs. As 
we stepped in front of Daddy’s office, though, I glanced in and 
saw some discs lying out in the open. It reminded me of the day I 
discovered the disc already in the computer with pictures that 
Daddy had been looking at while jerking off.

I turned and walked into Daddy’s office, leaving Mom who stopped 
to obviously see what I was up to. I walked to the desk and 
picked up one of the discs.

"Is the video you took of me and Jennifer on one of these?"

"Melissa, you know better than to mess with things on your 
father’s desk."

"I just happened to think about it when I saw these lying 
around," I replied, picking up another disc.

"I’ve got that one in my bedroom still. We can watch it if you 
..."

"Oh wow. There it is!" I blurted out when I noticed my parents’ 
webcam. "So cool! Yours is just like Doris’s and Colleen’s."

I put down the disc, reached out, and picked it up from on top of 
the monitor.

"Can I webcam with someone sometime?"

"Your father and I have talked about it. If he’s still okay with 
it when I talk to him later, I don’t see why not ... as long as 
you understand the rules."

"Mom, seriously? Rules? Me?"

Mom suddenly turned very serious. I could tell by the crease on 
her forehead. "Melissa, webcamming is not without some serious 
risks. So young lady, yes, I know how silly it sounds even 
mentioning rules to you. But there will be rules ... and 
punishment for breaking them ... as always," she stated very 
sternly.

"I know. I’m just being silly."

"Well, silly or not, you need to follow the rules when it comes 
to webcamming. If you’re not taking your clothes off, then it’s 
no big deal. But if you are planning to, you’ll need to follow 
the instructions we give you. Otherwise, the webcam is off 
limits. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Okay, that’s cool." I wasn’t about to complain since she was 
saying I could get naked if I wanted to.

"Good. If you’re gonna be showing off, there is a specific IP 
address you’ll be logging into. Only people we’re all comfortable 
with have the address as well as the password. You can flash your 
girlie bits with the people that will be logged on. You can 
direct connect with any of them as well, but either your father 
or I will have to show you how the first time."

"Do you get on and showoff by yourself with people?"

Mom wasn’t expecting that question.

"Yes, sometimes ... with your father’s blessing."

"And my father?"

"What do you think, Miss Need To Know Everything?"

I ignored her jab. "Do you do it together a lot?"

"We haven’t had the webcam for long. So we haven’t done a lot 
with it. It’s not something we care to do a lot anyways. It’s fun 
now and then. Plus the office is not exactly the most comfortable 
place to do too many things."

"I don’t think I’d want to do it too much, but once in a while 
would be fun."

"Well, maybe this weekend you’ll join us? Maybe Sunday evening 
after the party?" Mom asked, knowing I wasn’t expecting THAT.

"Hells yeah!" I exclaimed.

"We can introduce you to some people and get you started. Maybe 
even get Peter involved as well. You could do your first direct 
connection with him."

This whole thing was too fucking awesome. The idea of showing off 
naked for people was exciting. But having Mom be this cool about 
all of it was almost freaking me out!

As we walked out of Daddy’s office, Mom said, "You’ll be very 
popular with the people you’ll see. Don’t let any of them push 
you into doing something you don’t want to do."

"Like playing with myself?"

"More like giving them very personal information, or talking you 
into doing something you aren’t comfortable with."

"I thought these people were supposed to be cool?"

"They are, but sometimes it’s easy for someone to get carried 
away by a pretty girl. It likely won’t ever happen, but just know 
you can always click on the disconnect button and bail out."

"Who decides who gets the IP address and password?" I asked as we 
walked upstairs.

"Remember the grandfather you watched last night?"

"Yeah? Is he like the Webcam Godfather or something?"

Mom snickered. "Or something. He owns and is the administrator of 
the private server that all of us use."

"So Bradley got everyone hooked up with him?"

"Yep."

"His granddaughters have got really big ...."

"I know, baby girl. They were very early bloomers."

"They might be bigger than yours!"

"They are, but I’m perfectly happy with mine."

I sighed.

"Oh, stop it already, Mel. Maybe webcamming will show you just 
how much people appreciate breasts of all sizes."

"If those heifers are on their webcam when I get on ..."

"… then you’ll be perfectly nice to them."

I gritted my teeth as Mom looked at me closely. "If you’re not 
nice while on the webcam, I’ll revoke your webcam privileges, 
understood?"

I nodded.

"You know, having big boobs at their age has a lot of 
disadvantages."

She was right about that. I had seen some big boobied 
cheerleaders that got a lot of unpleasant attention while doing 
their routines. Most guys were able to keep from making an ass of 
themselves, but there were enough stupid teen boys who could make 
things very uncomfortable and unpleasant when things got to 
bouncing around. I only had to deal with an occasional "mosquito 
bites" type reference. Some assholes even inferred that a girl 
with big boobs was a slut and easily scored with, even though she 
had never even dated, which often had the girl upset and in 
tears.

"I know, and I wouldn’t ever be mean to them. You taught me 
better than that."

She smiled and scruffed up my hair. I would be sweet, but if 
those two McTits ever make any passing mention of chest pimples, 
all bets were off!


******


Once we were at the top of the stairs, I asked, "Mom, why haven’t 
you and Daddy done anything more with the rest of the basement?"

Mom stopped at the top step and looked back down from where we 
came. We had lived in this house since I was very young. I 
couldn’t even remember moving from where we used to live. I did 
remember some men working down in the basement, though, when I 
was about six, sectioning off maybe a third of the basement to 
setup daddy’s office and the full bath directly across from it. 
The closet was the only other thing that was added. You couldn’t 
even get to the rest of the basement from where we were. You had 
to go outside and use the door at the back of the house. The door 
had a window, but it was covered over from the inside.

Once when Daddy had it open, I was able to look inside. I was 
about eight at the time. I couldn’t really see too far inside 
though. The little bit I could see was just some old furniture 
and junk close to the door. I thought it would be fun to go 
inside and goof around sometime, but the door was always locked. 
Jamie even tried to pick the lock once, like that was actually 
going to work. About all Jamie was good at back then was picking 
his nose.

"Maybe we should move your bedroom down there so we can lock you 
away."

I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Seriously, Mom. There’s probably enough room to have a party ... 
if you wanted."

"You mean ... if YOU wanted."

"Well, sure. It shouldn’t just go unused," I said, smiling 
sweetly.

"Uh huh," she uttered, obviously knowing I had my own specific 
motive.

"I’d help decorate it and stuff."

"Does ‘and stuff’ include keeping it clean?"

"If you let me have parties, sure!"

"We’ll see," she sarcastically said while shaking her head as 
well. My poor reputation for following through on promises to 
clean things was preceding me again.

"I’ll give up my allowance to help pay for it," I added as Mom 
looked at me. "Well, part of it," I quickly clarified, worried 
she would take me up on my offer.

"We could charge you a fee to use it, too."

"You could do that, but I’m family. Family should get to use it 
for free."

"I see. Who else do you see using it?"

"Jamie, when I’m not using it. You and Daddy can, too."

"We can?" she mockingly replied.

"Sure. You’ll be paying for it."

"What happened to part of your allowance?"

"Seriously, Mom. You guys couldn’t get it built with even all of 
my allowance." I meekly smiled at her. She snorted. But maybe my 
idea would stick and she would talk to Daddy about it. If she was 
smart, she would talk to him before I did.

Mom went into the kitchen and got us something to drink. I 
decided to drop it, but made a mental note to really bug her 
about it again soon.

I followed her out to the family room with the ice tea she poured 
for me, and sat on the couch next to her.

"You won’t believe what I saw in the church gymnasium last 
night."

"I’ve got a slight idea."

"Figures," I stated, rolling my eyes a little. "I saw Tammy 
Addison again, and I also saw Belle Thornton. Mr. and Mrs. 
Davidson both were in his office with them."

"Belle Thornton, huh?"

Whoa. I was a step ahead of Mom!

"Yeah, and she was having sex!" I excitedly said, acting silly.

"Did they do the nasty?" she replied just as silly-like.

"They did it all, Mom. Beth even did it with Belle!"

"Oh, my. I’ve never heard of such a thing."

"Oh, Mother. It happens all the time at church. You should go 
sometime."

"Are you saying I’m a sinner?"

"The worst," I said, shaking my head thoughtfully.

That just got me tickled. We were being silly as fuck, but it was 
fun to be silly with her for a change. I thought about asking her 
if she knew Belle intimately, as well as the rest of the 
Thorntons, but decided not to pry any more right then.

"You and Tammy still good friends?" she asked me.

"Yeah."

"Does she know you’d love to have sex with her?"

"No, but she’s wondering if I might be into girls," I said. "Have 
you and she hooked up yet?"

"No," Mom replied, snorting. "I don’t really know her well, or 
her family."

"They’ve got money," I plainly stated.

"Does it matter?" Mom raised an eyebrow.

"No. In fact, I’m gonna invite her to spend the night soon. She 
wants me to stay with her, too."

"Good. She’s welcome here anytime. You two should spend more time 
together."

"Why?"

"She seems to be a lot like you in a lot of ways. I think you, 
her, and Sarah would become great friends."

"She is really cool."

"Don’t let her family’s money get in the way of that."

"Doris already got on both of us about that, in her own special 
way."

"That doesn’t surprise me. She’s not very patient when dealing 
with stupid stuff that keeps people apart."

I looked down and said, "Like us?"

"Yeah. Like us."

I leaned in closely and hugged her. "I think it’s more like what 
used to be us."

She kissed my forehead. "Like what I hope will never be us 
again."


******


Just then, the phone rang. I jumped up to answer it.

"Hi, beautiful," Peter told me.

"Hang on a sec," I told him. "Mom, I’m going up to my room."

"I’m taking you to lunch in a bit," she informed me. "So don’t 
take too long. Tell Peter I said hi," she smirked. I playfully 
snarled at her.

I quickly raced upstairs and into my bedroom, flouncing on the 
bed and rolling onto my back.

"What’s up, boyfriend?"

We talked about the previous night.

"Were you thinking about me?" I asked, remembering what Mom had 
already told me.

"I couldn’t help it. I wish you had been in bed with us."

"Awww. I missed you."

"Did you think about me?" he asked.

"Yeah, I just told you I missed you."

"How much did you think about me?"

"Mostly when we weren’t doing things ... you know."

"Me, too, but I was thinking about you during things as well."

I sensed he wasn’t happy I didn’t think about him the same 
amount.

"Peter, I was getting my asshole totally worked over. Would you 
really want me to associate you with things getting poked in my 
butt?"

He chuckled, "I guess not. But I would like to poke your butt 
sometime."

"I want you to poke it, sweetie."

"Maybe soon?"

"Maybe sooner than you think," I teased.

"You have the hottest ass of any girl I know."

Boyfriends are so good for the ego.

"My hot ass wants your hot cock, mister."

"Will you be happy with mine in your butt after having Pastor 
Thomas?"

"Definitely. Yours will fit much nicer. It’s the perfect size for 
me. And I especially like who it’s attached to."

"Mel?"

"Yeah?"

"I was jealous."

I paused for a second. "I was, too, Peter," I said quietly. "And 
I couldn’t really figure out why. After all, I was doing the same 
thing with Bradley and Doris that you were doing with my mom. 
Talking to Doris helped me to get over it."

"I love you, Melissa Livingston."

"I love you more, Peter Rayner. And I’ll tell you anything you 
want to know ... ever."

"You’d tell me all about last night?"

"Every detail, if you want to know. There’s nothing to tell that 
should upset you though."

"Are you okay with what I did with your mom?"

"Yeah, I am. It was just sex. I know Mom is not trying to steal 
you from me. And we both knew what the other was doing. We 
weren’t cheating."

"I just don’t want to do anything to piss you off ... or to make 
you break up with me."

"I feel exactly the same way, Peter. So, we just keep doing what 
we’re doing."

"Have sex with others?"

"No, silly. Well, yeah, we can do that still. But I meant we keep 
talking ... like we’re doing now. I belong to you, and you belong 
to me. If something becomes a problem, let’s promise to always 
talk about it before it blows up on us."

"I like that, and I promise."

"I promise and I like you, too."

Peter sighed. "Wish you were here ‘cause I want you now."

"My period started this morning," I said, holding off on the 
messy details of how I discovered it.

"I still want you."

"You can have me any way you want."

"I have to help my dad this afternoon," he disappointedly told 
me.

"I’m not feeling the best today anyways. Mom’s taking me out to 
lunch, too. We’ll hang out tomorrow for sure."

"And?"

"I said I belong to you. So, whatcha gonna do with me?"

"Hold and kiss you."

"I like that."

"Make love to you."

"I’m on my period," I reminded him.

He was quiet for a moment before he said, "At least you don’t 
have morning sickness."

I joked back, "At least you won’t have to quit school and get a 
full time job and push a baby carriage around either."

The whole issue of paternity would likely be a bigger concern 
than his quitting school and stuff though.

Peter sweetly replied, "You’re the only girl I would gladly do 
that for."

"Bullshit," I called. "But you’re a sweetie for saying it 
anyways. You know we can fuck now and not worry at all about me 
getting preggers."

He was quiet a little bit longer this time. I knew what he was 
thinking.

I added, "There’s lots of ways to love each other though."

"We’ll do all of them then."

"I’m holding you to that."

"I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the cause."

"So, I’m a cause now, huh?"

"Uh huh."

"I like that."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I’m stroking my cock."

"Pervert. You better be thinking of me."

"I was thinking about Pastor Thomas fucking your butt."

"It felt so good having his cock sliding in and out of me. He got 
so horny fucking my ass."

"I wish I could’ve seen his cock sliding in and out of your ass."

"You’ll get to see yours doing it very soon. I hear my butt 
squeezes cocks very nicely. I plan to have you thinking of 
nothing but fucking my tight little butt."

"Jesus fuck, Mel!"

"I plan to squeeze your cock so damn good, lover," I huskily told 
him. "You may want my ass more than my pussy afterwards."

"Never," he insisted.

I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, inside my panties and 
started rubbing my clit.

"I’m playing with myself ... rubbing my clit ... thinking about 
your hand wrapped around that steely hard shaft of yours."

"My cock’s dripping, baby."

"Stroke it just for me. My clit is throbbing! It’s your clit, 
lover. My whole body is yours. You’re the reason I’m so close to 
cumming."

"My cock is yours. All of me, baby. God, you make me so fucking 
hard and horny!"

"Cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over me! My body is yours to shoot 
your cum all over!"

I was already on the verge of cumming.

"I’m cumming ... on you, lover. Oh fuccck yesss! Grrrrrrr!" he 
groaned intensely.

Hearing it set me off. "Ohhhh, Gawddddd!" I began screaming, 
drawing it out, over and over.

I don’t know exactly how long I wailed out, but I was totally 
wasted when my body began to relax. I could hear Peter breathing 
hard into the phone.

"That was fucking awesome," I said between my own deep breaths.

"I think I set a distance record," he replied.

"I’m glad I could inspire such an effort," I half chuckled.

"My ear hurts."

"Sorry," I giggled.

"Your neighbors might’ve heard."

"They shouldn’t be listening."

"I don’t think you can blame them, Mel."

"I think they all work during the day anyways."

"Everyone on your street?"

"Peter ..." I playfully complained.

"You can be as loud as you want, as far as I’m concerned."

I smiled.

"I wish I didn’t have to help my dad."

"That’s okay. I’ll probably just lie around after lunch ... 
wherever Mom is taking me. I guess she’s throwing me a period 
lunch."

"You’re going to that period party still on Sunday?"

"Yeah. I think I inspired Doris to have it."

"She seems to be a good friend to you."

"She’s awesome. And she wants you to come over with me sometime. 
Next Wednesday, if you want?"

"Sounds like it’ll be fun."

"I promise you’ll like being with Doris."

"So you’re offering her to me?"

"Sure. You can be with her anytime ... as long as you keep me 
fucked all I want."

"I can live with that, I suppose," he joked.

"Poor baby," I playfully replied. "Oh, and before I forget, Tammy 
Addison has invited us to her party. It’s two weeks from 
tomorrow, the Friday before school starts. I told Tammy we’d go. 
Is that okay?"

"Should be fun, and we’re still hooking up tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sometime in the afternoon. I’ll come over to your house. 
Maybe we can go do something. You decide this one."

"Oh, yeah," he started, "before I forget, I hid the DVD of my 
birthday party on the shelf in your bedroom closet in a corner 
under the album my parents gave you."

Oh shit.

"It was next to an old book."

Holy fuck! The diary!

I scrambled off the bed and rushed over to the closet. I looked 
up on the shelf and saw the diary where I had left it. The DVD 
was in a sleeve under the album as he said. I grabbed the diary, 
and the DVD from under the album, and walked back over to my bed 
with them. I tucked the DVD inside the diary for now.

"I found it where you said," I told him. "Did you plunder any in 
my closet while hiding it?"

"No, I was hurrying to hide it while I had a chance to be alone 
in your room when I first got there. Your mom told me I could 
drop off my stuff in your room," he replied. He curiously asked, 
"Would I have had fun plundering in your closet?"

"You’re only allowed to plunder my body."

"So you’re hiding stuff in there?"

"Duh. I am a girl." I rolled my eyes.

"What kind of stuff do you hide?"

"Well, I have a few pictures Mrs. Clark gave me months ago, but 
there’s nothing in the pictures that you probably didn’t already 
know about. That’s all I’m telling you about though."

"It’s cool, Mel. I’m just fucking with you."

I could only assume he either didn’t look at the diary closely or 
just thought it was nothing but an old book he wouldn’t be 
interested in.

"I let you get away with it because I love you. But, don’t push 
it, buster," I lightheartedly scolded.

"Doris tells you a lot, doesn’t she?"

"She’s seriously open with me about a lot of things." I paused 
for a moment. "Peter, remember the blindfold game ... my 
blindfold game at your house?"

"Yeah," he simply replied.

"Doris told me all about it. That’s how I know you were there. 
She told me Penny had to stop you from pouncing on me ... and 
that you watched me from the bedroom door."

"I wanted to fuck you on that bed ... with the blindfold off."

"You’re a sweetie for saying that. You’re my sweetie. But, I’m 
glad things happened later that night instead."

"I’m just glad it happened sometime!"

"It was better in the tent. It meant more to me then than it 
would’ve been on that bed."


******


"Hey, lazy butt," Jamie said loudly from the door, "get off the 
phone!"

I quickly glanced at the door where Jamie and Sarah were 
standing.

"Shut up, dork," I replied. Looking at Sarah, "Can’t you control 
your boyfriend?"

"Nobody controls me," Jamie proudly stated.

"Go pick up your room," Mom firmly stated from behind him.

"C’mon," he said to Sarah.

She quickly replied, "Nuh uh. I’m not cleaning your room."

I snickered. Mom was trying not to laugh at him. He looked 
defeated.

Sarah gave him a quick kiss. "I want to talk to Mel anyways," she 
said as she walked to my bed and sprawled out beside me. I stuck 
my tongue out at him, and he snarled back at me before heading 
toward his room.

"I gotta go," I told Peter. "Love you. Bye."

"Aww. You two kids are so cute, Sarah teased me."

I pounced on her. "Don’t tease me," I playfully growled while 
tickling her.

"You just had phone sex, didn’t you?" Sarah teased.

"Where were you when you heard me?"

"I didn’t, but your mom did. She said to give you a few minutes 
before coming upstairs."

"I wish I wasn’t so freakin’ loud!" I said in frustration.

"Well, no one will ever accuse you of faking an orgasm." Sarah 
scrunched her face trying hard to suppress a laugh.

"Thanks a lot. At least I have that going for me," I 
sarcastically replied. "Is my mom ever that loud ... you know 
..."

"No. And she even mentioned one time that she doesn’t know who 
you inherited that from."

"Little tits, but a big mouth," I sighed.

"Chica, mine are basically the same size."

"I heard that ‘basically’ word."

"You need to let it go, girl. You got a boyfriend that thinks 
you’re the hottest girl that ever lived."

"He is pretty good for my ego. But why did you think I was doing 
phone sex and not just playing with myself?"

"Jamie told me about the one time when he fucked you while you 
were talking dirty to Peter on the phone," she replied, grinning.

"What’s that?" she asked, pointing at the fucking diary lying 
beside me.

"It’s one of Mom’s old books from college," I replied, grabbing 
it and leaning over to toss it under my bedside table. It was the 
truth. Fortunately, Sarah quickly lost interest in it. I couldn’t 
tell her anything about it without breaking my promise to Mom.

"Have you ever done phone sex?" I asked, making sure her mind was 
now on something else.

She blushed and replied, "Jamie and I did during the same phone 
call when he told me about you."

"Copy cats! Did you have fun?"

"It was fun. We seem to talk dirtier to each other on the phone 
than we do when we’re together."

"Makes sense in a way. I’m sure you’ll be the filthy slutty potty 
mouth he’s always wanted before long though."

It was my turn to get tickled.

I briefly told Sarah about the previous night with Doris and 
Bradley, and waking up to find out I had started my period and 
had made a mess of their bed.

"I’ve gotten so close with Doris over the past few weeks. You 
should come with me sometime to hang out with her."

"I don’t know her at all, really. I know she is good friends with 
both of our moms."

"Doris went to college with them, rooming in the same dorm 
building when they were freshmen."

I didn’t dare say anything remotely related to the OCS and porn 
things. I hated keeping it a secret, but I knew it was way too 
important to keep my promise to Mom. Since Sarah’s mom didn’t 
participate in it, I felt a little comfort about keeping it from 
her. Hopefully one day she would be okay with Sarah knowing about 
it.

Changing the subject, I asked, "Did you and Jamie get into the 
talk we had with our moms yesterday afternoon?"

"We did last night while lying in my bed. We talked about a lot 
of the deception that was going on. I was guilty of it, too, 
though. We were able to talk without getting into a fight about 
it. In fact, we actually felt closer for admitting things to each 
other about the past year."

"I’m glad. You’re good for Jamie, and he’s good for you."

"I’m so in love with him. And I’m sure he is with me ..."

"I know he loves you." But I somehow got a weird feeling that 
Sarah wasn’t as sure about Jamie as she led me to believe. I 
couldn’t really put my finger on it, but it was there. And I also 
knew how jealous Jamie was of Sarah having sex with our parents.

We then got into some of the things that we had talked about with 
our moms the previous afternoon.

"Speaking of our moms," I started saying, "yesterday afternoon 
..."

"I’m glad we finally all had that talk," Sarah said.

"I can’t believe they tried to lie to us at the beginning 
though!"

"I can see why they did," Sarah said. "Not that I think it was 
right."

"Hopefully the lying is over now."

"I hope so, too, Mel. I know you probably still have a lot of 
things you want to know from me."

"Well, yeah. But, it’s not like I need to know everything at the 
moment."

"All you have to do is ask. I think you know the important stuff 
though."

"There are probably some things you would like to know from me as 
well."

"Yeah, but not now."

"You really saw a video of my daddy and Julie when my mom asked 
about you losing your virginity to him?"

"Yeah. And seeing it did get me seriously thinking about letting 
him."

"Julie started doing stuff years before either of us, you know."

"Who would’ve thought Julie?" Sarah asked. "I mean, she’s cool 
and all, but she just seems so innocent about things."

"I think Julie is wilder than either of us realize. I’ve learned 
a lot about her just over the past week. Derek seems really hot 
for her."

"I like Julie a lot," Sarah stated. "But there is more than meets 
the eye with her."

"Duh. I thought I was the horny one around here. Julie’s been 
into sex of some kind since she was eight!"

"No she hasn’t. You’re making that up, chica," Sarah looked at me 
doubtfully.

"Has too. Doris told me about it."

"Wow!" Sarah exclaimed in total amazement. "Really? Since she was 
eight?!"

I nodded confidently.

"Until lately, I only knew what I saw in the tape with your dad. 
She was twelve then. And, also the stuff we did together at her 
house since last summer. This is too wild!"

I then told Sarah what Doris had told me about Julie - that Doris 
babysat her and gave her singing lessons, what Doris did with her 
that led to oral sex with both Doris and Bradley before she was 
even ten, about Julie’s parents involvement in following what 
Julie did, that Julie had become involved with her brother and 
sister before she was ten as well, that Julie lost her virginity 
to Bradley when she was ten, that my daddy first fucked Julie 
when she was eleven, and that the video Sarah saw with Daddy and 
Julie was probably not their first time.

By the time I was finished, Sarah looked dizzy from her head 
constantly shaking side to side in amazement.

"I didn’t know ANY of that, Mel."

"I don’t think anyone does except all our parents, and perhaps 
Kari," I replied. "You can’t tell anyone what I just told you."

"I already knew that, and would never talk about anything you 
told me without asking you first."

I then asked, "How did things go with your mom concerning the 
spying she did?"

"We talked about it after you left, and Mom explained that it was 
something she really gets off on doing - being a voyeur. She said 
she knew it would likely upset me if I found out, but she just 
couldn’t help herself most of the time."

I could understand Colleen believing that.

Sarah added, "I knew Mom was revealing something embarrassing to 
me, her daughter, and I decided it wasn’t all that unusual 
compared to everything else that was going on."

"No shit," I blurted out.

"I told Mom she could spy on me whenever she wanted."

"No you didn’t!" I looked at Sarah amazed.

"Uh huh, but I also told her that even though I got upset when it 
came up yesterday as we were talking about what Mom had done, the 
more I thought about it, I actually got off on the idea of being 
watched by someone like my own mom."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, and even blushed a little.

I was proud of my best friend for being so bold like that. I 
guess my wildness was rubbing off on her just a little more. It 
was about time!

"Too cool," I said. "It’s also really cool that the two of you 
bonded like that, and didn’t just argue about your mom invading 
your privacy."

"I think we had our best talk ever after you guys left. It got 
awkward though talking about ... you know ..."

"What we did in the bedroom before Mom and I left?"

She nodded self-consciously.

"I’m sorry if I pushed you too far ..."

"No, it’s cool. It was just so awkward afterwards."

"But not while doing it?"

"Maybe at first, but once we started touching, it was so wild!"

"That’s the way it is with me and Mom, especially at first, but 
doing things with her still gets me incredibly hot."

"Watching the two of you made it easier for me, in a way. It 
looked so sexy ... the two of you. Mom admitted that to me as 
well. She said it was such wicked fun watching you with your mom, 
and then doing a little with me herself."

I grinned.

"But she also said she was really concerned about things going 
too far, and hurting one or both of us."

"I know. My mom is the same way." Then I asked, "Do you think you 
and your mom might do something like that again?"

"I doubt it. I don’t think me or mom would be brave enough to 
initiate something like that on our own."

"Would you want to do more with your mom?"

"I don’t know if I could actually do it like you and your mom 
did, but it does make me horny thinking about it happening."

"You told me once about wanting to do stuff with your father."

"I remember. I just don’t know if I could actually do it like you 
did with your dad during that blindfold game, much less without a 
blindfold."

I let it drop there. I was sure she was still interested in doing 
things with her parents. But there was no way it was going to 
happen on its own.

I then asked, "Are you and Jamie okay after finding out that he 
and Pam were in on it together with faking losing Pam’s virginity 
in front of us as part of a plot to get us to give up our 
cherries?"

"I was rather pissed at first. But it happened before we became a 
couple. So I’m giving him a pass on it. And also," she blushed 
deeply, "it made it easier to decide to give my virginity to your 
dad."

"Good. I was afraid how you would react. I really think he 
regrets being a part of all that now."

Sarah said, "I was surprised you didn’t get pissed off at me with 
some of the things I said while I was a little angry."

"I was surprised at myself. But then we both had been deceived by 
our moms. If it had been anyone else though, I would’ve probably 
said ‘fuck you’ and stormed off," I admitted. "If it had been Pam 
or Tammy or even Jennifer, I would’ve been right back in their 
face."

"I’ve seen you when you get mad at someone. It isn’t pretty." She 
chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Things are different with you though. Instead of getting pissed 
off about something you’ve said or done, I just shut myself down, 
although I was really close to losing it at one point during the 
talk. I think I shut down so that I won’t do or say something to 
lose my best friend. It’s kinda like a self-preservation thing.

"Sarah, I need you to be my best friend, or I would likely go 
nuts. We’ve been together too long to let anything come between 
us easily, which is why I fretted so much about what our moms had 
done with us over the past year. If it had been anyone else, I 
wouldn’t have really cared so much."

Sarah moved closer to cuddle with me.

"But it was you, Sarah. So I almost went nuts worrying."

Sarah said, "Don’t worry anymore. Everything is out in the open 
now and we can talk about anything and everything. I like that a 
lot. You know how much you mean to me, too. I love you just like 
we were sisters ... and sisters have their moments too."

I sorta jokingly asked, "How would you know about sisters?" 
Yikes, I quickly realized Sarah was serious.

She locked eyes with me. "I’ve watched sisters together a lot 
since I’m an only child. They argue and fight at times, sometimes 
a lot, but rarely does it stop them from being close."

"I love you, Sarah." I hugged her tighter, getting misty eyed.

"I love you, too," she replied sincerely. "You are one crazy 
chica with some of the stuff you do, but I hope you never stop 
being that way. And I want us to always be close."

I smiled at her.

"I wish you had been camping with me last weekend."

"Me too."

"Did you know anything about any of the nude camping?"

"Not until I was told about it by your parents that Saturday 
night when you had discovered what was going on at the Rayners. I 
suspect everyone had been keeping it from me even though I had 
been involved with yours and Julie’s parents. Everyone was 
probably afraid I would mention it to you since the camping 
itself didn’t actual involve sex, just nudity."

"That makes sense."

I then told Sarah about the blindfold game at the Rayners when I 
first discovered the backyard campout.

"I remember your mom leaving in a rush that afternoon, and how 
Jamie really wasn’t too happy about leaving. I’m sure he wanted 
to fuck me some more that day. I didn’t understand what was going 
on. It wasn’t until that night that your mom told me why she and 
Jamie left in such a hurry, and why he didn’t come back with her 
either."

"You weren’t ever at any of my blindfold games, were you?"

"Nope. It would’ve been fun though," she devilishly grinned. 
"Were you at any of mine?"

"I definitely wish I had been at yours, but unfortunately I 
wasn’t," I replied, deviously.

"Oh, yeah?" she asked, smiling as her eyebrows rose.

"I may do my own blindfold game with you, missy."

"You and what army?"

We giggled together.

"Speaking of the Rayners," Sarah began. "How are you and Pam 
right now?"

I sighed. "We’re okay. You and I have known Pam forever, and 
although she can be irritating as fuck sometimes ..."

"She is ‘Miss Know It All’ for a reason," Sarah added, tilting 
her head wincingly.

"She’s also too willing to have fun at our expense as well."

"I know," Sarah replied. "But she’s always there when we need her 
as a friend. She just forgets what friendship is about 
sometimes."

"She was quick to warn me about Jennifer, even though she was 
totally wrong about what Jennifer was doing. In the end, it 
worked out fine. And you should’ve seen her at the campground 
Sunday morning and when she was here on Tuesday. She was falling 
all over herself apologizing and telling me anything I wanted to 
know. She was really afraid she had blown it with me because of 
the past year. Even at Peter’s birthday dinner, she was bending 
over backwards for me. Pam still doesn’t know Jennifer is into 
girls."

Sarah looked thoughtful for a few moments. "I don’t know if 
either of us will ever understand what makes her tick, but when 
it’s seriously important, she always does the right thing for 
us."

"Yeah, but she is never shy about getting one over on us."

"I say we keep her." Sarah urged.

"I’m not saying I don’t want her as a friend. I do. I just wish 
she would stop some of the shit she does to one up us all the 
time."

"Maybe she’s learned her lesson?"

"We can only hope," I replied. "And since she is Peter’s sister 
... well ..."

"I think most of it is because she’s almost a year older than us, 
and because of that she has done things sooner."

"Yeah, she does like being older than us. I guess it won’t matter 
so much now like it used to, though."

"And I think now that you and Peter are a serious couple, she’ll 
back off on some of her crap for Peter’s sake."

"I’d hate to have her as an enemy," I stated.

"Pam wouldn’t let that ever happen. She would hate having you as 
an enemy... which is why she came to you with her tail tucked 
between her legs this week. She loves her friends and family, and 
eventually remembers that before things go too far."

I wondered at some point if Pam would explain to Sarah just how 
close her family is.

"There’s some stuff I know about the Rayners now that you don’t 
... and I can’t tell you about it because I promised them not to 
tell anyone."

"It’s cool. Thanks for telling me that much ... whatever it is."

"But I want to tell you everything about everything," I whined. 
"Especially after the past year."

"Does it affect me?"

"No, and I don’t know that it ever will. You’ll probably find out 
eventually."

"Then don’t worry about it," she said, smiling reassuringly.


******


Mom appeared at the door.

"Sarah, hon, can I borrow your sister to take her to lunch?" she 
sweetly asked.

I raised my eyes at the way Mom phrased that. Had she been 
listening in on us? I wondered if I could get away with spanking 
Mom.


(continued in chapter 43)

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