Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 25

"Since you seem ambivalent about that answer, your homework assignment, due this Sunday morning, is a 10,000 word essay on: "Fred is a nice guy."

Sharon was not sure how she wound up on the bottom of this pile-up, but she was. She was fighting off kneecaps and feet trying to crawl over her to get to Fred. Everyone was laughing, except her. In the midst of it all, and in an attempt to get to safety, she yelled, "Who's hungry?"

The screaming and fighting abruptly ended, when everyone yelled, "I am," and started immediately thereafter. She crawled out from under those feet, and began walking towards the exit of the bedroom. She stopped, when she spied 'The Massager.'

Sharon picked it up, turned, and looked at Fred. He had captured three of her four girls on the bed. He was working, hard, to get Cindy pinned there also. She circled around behind him, and moisturized the tip of the dildo, with the fluids from her pussy. She turned it on to the number two setting, and waited for the opportunity of a lifetime. She watched as he grasped Cindy's leg, and began to pull her in with her other three girls, as they squirmed to get free.

Sharon made her move quickly. She slid in behind him, spread his cheeks, and pushed 6 inches of the 8-inch dildo up his exposed rectum. She shouted with glee, and fled the room screaming.

Fred's eyes opened wide with shock, his back went erect, and both hands went to his ass. However, he didn't scream.

The girls did not know what happened. They only knew their mother laughed, left the bedroom quickly, and they were free. They pounced on their father as if they were still playing.

Fred was in frenzy. The dildo was causing him extremely disorienting feelings, and his children were attacking him from all angles. They were having a ball, and he didn't want to stop them, because of the damned dildo. Finally, he had to give in.

Fred yelled, "STOP! Come with me, girls."

They walked downstairs into the brightly lit kitchen; Fred put his arm on the back of a chair. He was perspiring profusely, and the girls stood in front of him wondering why.

"Girls, soon you will be getting washed up and get ready for your snack. You will be going to bed, and tomorrow you will be going to your mother's funeral. I have a neck massager up my ass, and she is going to die because of it. I can't reach it; I need a volunteer to pull it out. If that person pushes it in further, that person will be missing two arms, two legs, and a head shortly afterwards. Do I have any volunteers?"

All the girls giggled with delight; no they outright laughed at their father. No one raised their hand to assist him.

"Okay, I can understand your reticence to grab onto something that is up my rectum, but just remember this: your allowances come up for review in three months. They could go up, or after this incident they more than likely will go down significantly. I will ask you one more time: Do I have any volunteers to take this massager out of my ass?"

Sharon snuck out of the laundry room carrying the large paddle. Four girls tried their best not to alert their father to her presence. It took everything they had to do it.

Danni was about to explode with laughter when she came up with a plan of her own. "Dad, I'll do it as long as you can forgive me for one thing."

Fred replied, "Danni you know we don't make bargains like that in this house. If you commit a felony you get punished for a felony. You can't run around the law like that. If you commit a misdemeanor, you get punished for a misdemeanor. That is the law. Unless a state changes it or the Congress changes it, or the Supreme Court finds it unconstitutional, it has to be that way." Fred's bowels were crying to get this thing out of him, and here he was trying to explain how the law works to the youngest of his girls.

Danni saw that her mother was in position to strike and she said to her dad, "I know dad but I'm not sure what you would consider this?"

Fred asked, "What?

The girls started laughing before the paddle hit Fred's backside. However, when it hit, he screamed at the top of his lungs. He saw a flash of blonde hair, streak by him, heading for the stairs. He yelled, "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD THREE TIMES, AND THEN I AM REALLY GOING TO HURT YOU."

Sharon yelled, "Girls, in five minutes your snack will be ready. It's in the oven. Your father and I will not be joining you. You can have water or milk, no more juice. Debbie and Danni, you can sleep a little later tomorrow morning, because your father kept you up so late tonight. He will drive you to school in the morning. Come on Fred, it's only one flight of stairs; get your sorry ass up here."

"If I get there, you will die."

"What's the matter Mister Hastings, it doesn't feel so good?"

"I have no problem with the size or the depth of it. The pin and needle effect it is driving my colon crazy. I think I'll take you into the bathroom with me, and have you stay there and smell the aroma while I take a large, long crap."

"You don't think you fart at night, Fred? When you come out of the bathroom do you ever think to close the door after you are done? My husband was a slob of the first order. So if you think you're scaring me forget it. Oh look, here he is, two more steps to go, one more step, hooray, he's on the top floor. I'm so proud."

"Come here you"; he grabbed Sharon around her waist, kissed her lips, cheeks and neck fiercely, trying to possess all of her. He said to her, "Do you realize your daughters think you walk on water. You have beaten the Almighty 'FRED' at his own game. You could ask them for anything, and they would do it for you without asking a question. Of course I would not let you go to them, without having you pull this thing out of my ass."

"Really Fred, you can't reach that silly little thing?"

"Sharon, don't make me kill you. It will be very slow, and extremely painful."

"Okay Fred, bend over, and I'll pull it out."

"Do you want me to tell you what I told the children or did you hear it all the way up here?"

"I heard your threats Fred, now let me take that thing out of your ass, before you get any grumpier."

Fred held on to the railing and Sharon reached between his cheeks for the massager. She wiggled it a little, and said, "Fred, I have it, are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready, pull the damn thing out."

Sharon grinned. She knew she might never have another chance like this, and the little devil on her shoulder said, "Go ahead, what is the worst thing he could do to you; kill you?"

"Here goes Fred."

Fred tightened his grip on the railing, preparing to have the shaft of the dildo pulled out of his ass, as Sharon smiled and turned the strength up to the maximum strength of three. As soon as she did it, she fled down the stairway screaming, and laughing.

On the other end of the dildo, Fred nearly launched himself through the roof. As soon as the pulses hit him, he straightened his back screamed for help and ejaculated massively all over the carpeting. The electrical impulses were driving him insane and he had to remove this thing from his ass one way or the other. The toolbox was in the garage, and he knew he would never make it that far. He ran to the master bath, raised the seat over the commode, and using his stomach muscles bore down attempting to push the intruder out of his body. That is when he realized he could reach his rectum. He felt like an idiot as he reached between his legs and pulled the massager out with one emotionally charged tug. He looked at it, turned it off, and completed his business in the bathroom. He showered, washed the offending object, dried himself, and walked down the stairs to find 'HER!'

She wasn't hiding. She was sitting at the table enjoying her evening snack with the girls, reminiscing about the evening's events.

"Hello Fred, would you care to join us?"

"This is a quote from one Sharon Williams to her daughters approximately 12 minutes ago. It stated, '... Your father and I will not be joining you.' Why are you here Miss Williams instead of in the bedroom?"

"There is safety in numbers Mister Hastings, and if I was going to die I needed witnesses to testify at the proceedings."

"Do you honestly believe I would leave any one of them alive to testify against me in a court of law after what you did to me Miss Williams?"

"I thought, after your intentions were made clear, they could scatter, and at least one of them would be able to get away."

"There you go thinking again. If Debbie thought Danni was in trouble, she would come back to help her in a heartbeat. The same would happen between Sandy and Cindy. So instead of having five women attempting to leave you actually have three. If I hurt one twin each, the other two will not leave the other. That leaves you and me to take care of our business. You would know all of this if you went to law school, and opened your own practice with your girls as your partners. As the former Governor of State of Connecticut, Attorney General, and President of the United States, your uncle could get all of you into Yale Law School without a problem. All of you would graduate during his second term as President. What a fitting present that would be for the man who helped you rise from the ashes of poverty, to the pinnacle of society."

Sharon looked around the table at her daughters. Their eyes were all glazed over, their minds were like a computer that had gone awry and needed to be rebooted. They looked at her for wisdom, something that would make Fred's words go away. She could say something flippant like 'Does anyone have a gun' or 'Let's run them over with the van', but that would not work. So she decided to use reverse psychology on him and hope he would forget about it as the years passed. She smiled, looked at her four Treasures', and said, "Fred is right. Let's not do it for him, let's do it for Uncle Clark. Fred you have to promise not to tell him anything about this. It must be a complete surprise. You contact the School Board for me tomorrow morning and find out what I have to do to get my GED. As soon as that is over, I want to enroll in college. Is that okay with you?"

"I think it's fantastic. I believe you will graduate college with high honors. I think you will motivate the girls to do extremely well also. I couldn't be prouder of all of you."

"Fred, go get the bedroom ready, I am going to fuck you to death. Girls it's past your bedtime, let's hurry up, and clean up this mess, so you can hit the sack."

Fred took the stairs three at a time to get the room ready for sex.

As soon as he hit the first set of stairs Sharon said to them, "I am not crazy; I am crazy like a Fox. Let him think we are doing what he wants, and it will keep him off our backs. Starting in January, he will be so busy working with Uncle Clark, he will not know what is going on. Our lives will be our own, and we will not have to think about going to law school for many years to come."

"Mom, I told you that you were a Fox. You just added a new meaning to my words."

"Good, now let's clean up, and go to bed. It is 12:02 AM Thursday morning, and your father is feeling frisky. Your pussies will be raw by Sunday night. I am getting a head start. I am getting him tonight. Good night children, I love you all."

The twins surrounded their mother for a group hug. Then they ran upstairs into their parents' bedroom to kiss Fred goodnight, and scampered off to their rooms to get some well-earned sleep. It had been a very interesting, and fun night.

107. A Plea and A Plea

"Uncle Clark if you don't put him back to work, there is not going to be a wedding. There is going to be a funeral; either his or mine. He is too smart and he is driving the five of us crazy. We love him dearly, but everything he does is a lesson in life. It's wonderful, but he is not letting the girls grow up by themselves, he is teaching them how to avoid grown-up situations. I don't know if it's good or bad, and I love him dearly, but I am going to kill him at the dinner table one evening, if he doesn't stop it."

Clark Atwater roared with laughter, as his niece described what his protégé was doing at home. "Sharon, you have never had a good male influence in your life. Your father was an abomination, and your husband was an animal. Fred is doing exactly what a good father is supposed to do. He is enlightening your children to the pitfalls of adulthood. If he doesn't do it, who will? Do you want those gorgeous children of yours to step out of your home, and into the world unprepared? That's what he is doing, preparing them. It is foreign to you, because no one did it for you. In the average household, parents do this on a hit and miss basis. In your household, your father didn't bother with it at all. With Fred, I am sure he is using a hammer and anvil approach. He is trying to hammer it home, as hard as he can, to make sure your children are aware of all the pitfalls that await them. He wants to be sure what happened to you will never happen to them."

"Uncle Clark, how did he get so smart? He's never been married. He's never had children. He has worked for you since he was in Harvard, and since you hired him, he works 80 hours a week and more. When has he had time to learn about life? The way he teaches my girls is fascinating. It's like he has a degree in Psychology. He tells me it's called, "The Socratic Method." Whoever that guy was, he should have been murdered."

"He was."

"What was he?"

"Murdered; Socrates, he was forced to drink hemlock, which is a poison. He was just too smart for the rest of the people in Athens. They wanted to get rid of him. They called him a traitor, put him through a mock trial, and convicted him. They let him sit in a jail cell for 30 days, which he could walk into or out of at will. He was given a choice: Drink the hemlock, or leave town. He drank the hemlock and died."

"Didn't they think that was a little extreme, Uncle Clark?"

"Socrates was approximately 70 years old, and penniless. Where was he going to go, and how was he going to get there? The hemlock was his only real choice. If he was caught 'escaping' anyone could have run him through with a sword."

"Uncle Clark, how did we get from putting Fred back to work, to Socrates drinking hemlock?"

"You asked me about the Socratic method, which is 'I ask you a question, you answer the question, and I ask you another question, and so on. The question and answer session never ends."

Sharon gasped. "My God that's Fred, he never shuts up."

"Do you still want me to put him back to work?"

"Do you need him, Uncle?"

"The office is not the same without him running it, and I miss him."

"Then I won't tell you he's been helping your new assistant every day since she took the job."

"I'll kill that snot nose son of a bitch. I thought I recognized his writing style in some of the work she was doing."

"You did not hear that from me, Uncle Clark."

"Where is he, I want to tear him a new ass hole."

"He's in his office, speaking to your assistant."

"Hold on a minute Sharon, this should be good."

Clark hit a button on his telephone and asked his assistant, Sondra, if it would be okay with her if he spoke with Fred for a moment.

Sondra cringed and replied, "Yes sir."

"Fred, he caught us. He wants to speak to you."

"Tell him I'm still on sick leave, and he can't boss me around."

"No, you do it. I'm transferring you over to him now. Thanks for all your help, Fred; I would not have been able to do any of this without you. I'm leaving for Brazil in the morning, if I'm still alive."

In a weak voice, Fred said, "Hello Your Puffiness."

"Don't you give me that sick act Hastings. I've been listening to the tapes of you and my assistant going over legal matters. Your ass is back to work Monday morning. 40 hours a week, not one second more."

"Sir, you forget that you cannot force me back to work without my doctors' okay. I will have to set up appointments with them, and take tests, which I will fail. It could be months before I am ready to come back to that meat grinder."

"Hastings, if you want to work on my presidential campaign you be in this office Monday morning, or you will be sitting on the sidelines."

"You wouldn't do that to me."

"Are you willing to bet your future on it?"

"Sharon put you up to this didn't she? I have been driving them crazy, about going to law school. This is her way of getting even with me. I will be at work Monday morning, under protest."

"What is this about the girls going to law school?"

"I'll talk to you about it Monday morning. It was supposed to be a surprise for you, during your second term. Sharon wants to play hardball. Well I have a big bat, and I know how to use it."

"Fred, whose niece is she?"

"She's your niece, sir."

"Play nice Fred or I will remind you of that every day at work."

"Sir are you threatening a federal employee?"

"No son, I am promising him the world, either for him, or on his shoulders."

"Dad, you don't play fair."

"I don't have to, I have my niece on hold, and she wants me to throw you in jail just to have some quiet in the house for a while. In order to do that she begged me to bring you back to work. I will see you Monday morning Fred, 8 o'clock, not one minute before. I will inform the guards of your new hours."

"Sir would you advise my fiancée I'm coming out to speak to her. Good day."

"Sharon, I'm back, Fred said..."

The next sounds the Attorney General heard were his niece screaming, "Fred, no, get away from me, put me down. Fred put me down. Uncle Clark help me, I think I am in trouble. He is going to blame me..."

He heard the phone hit the floor and go dead. He hung up and buzzed Sondra to come in to his office. She opened the intercom and said, "Sir, I'm going to lunch, and then taking the rest of the day off as sick leave. I'm leaving for Brazil tomorrow, so you can't extradite me. It's been good working for you sir."

"Sondra, get your panty covered ass in here right this minute."

She walked in the room and sat down across from her boss. She looked him straight in the eye and did not blink. "How may I help you, sir? Do you have another sexist remark you would like to throw my way?"

"If I had a prejudiced bone in my body against women, I could've hired 30 men over you to fill Fred's position. I picked you because you with the best person available to take over his job. So keep your knickers on and let's discuss what has been going on between you and Fred. How long have you been sitting at his desk?"

"I have held his position for seven months sir."

"During those seven months how many hours has Fred helped you?"

"Sir, I would need a calculator to tally up all the hours he has been helping me. The only reason this office has been running so efficiently is because of him. I was lost from the moment I walked in the door. If he had not guided me, you would have had to replace me after the first week. He was leading me through the process of this office while he was still in the hospital. He kept telling me, "You can't let the Attorney General down. He is a pain in the ass, but he is the best pain in the ass in town."

Clark stood up and walked towards the window that faced the Jefferson Memorial. He said softly, "I am going to kill that boy."

Sondra asked, "I'm sorry sir I did not hear you."

"It does not matter, it wasn't important. So he has been working with you every day since he's been in the hospital. What have you and your assistant been doing?"

"We would read him what had come before us as litigation or legislation. He would tell us the points of law to look up and read it to him. After we completed it, he would give us more points of law to check. Then we would begin writing up memos. A few weeks before the deadline, he would start dictating the final brief, and then have me change it into my writing style. I would look at what I wrote, and compared it to his. I wanted to throw mine away. His sense of the law is so far superior to anyone's I have ever met, I don't know why he's not on the bench."