Methods & Madness Ch. 01

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Harriet McCabe walked in to the kitchen and saw her daughter, Melinda, sitting at the table, stirring coffee, puffing on a cigarette, and pouting.

"How was your date?" Harriet asked, pouring steaming coffee in to her cup. "I love the aroma of fresh brewed coffee!"

"I hate living here!" Melinda said. "It's like living in a convent!"

"It's Jack's home, and he calls the tune with the house rules," Harriet replied.

"It's so embarrassing when a guy brings me home, and can't come in after midnight! I'm not in high school!" Melinda said. "Can't we move out?"

"I'm not working, and my unemployment money barely covers the few bills we have. Jack saved us big time when my job went to China and left me here with nothing! He makes no demands on us beyond a couple of rules, like no guests after midnight, and none before dawn. He lets us smoke in the house, and he doesn't smoke!" Harriet said.

"And it's so annoying when he saws wood or cuts the grass when I'm trying to sleep!" Melinda said.

"Jack never works outside before nine o'clock!" Harriet replied.

"You sound like the old goat's wife!" Melinda said.

"Jack's sixty!" Harriet said.

"That's ancient," Melinda replied.

"Maybe when you're eighteen it seems old. Seems like I was twenty last week, and now I'm almost forty," Harriet said.

"I need money for cigarettes, and gas!" Melinda said.

"I'm broke!" Harriet replied.

"Ask Jack for some money," Melinda suggested.

"I won't! Take mine," Harriet said, offering her pack to Melinda. "My car has gas, use it."

"Thanks, mom!" Melinda kissed her.

Harriet went outside and found Jack unloading white stumble-stones from his truck. The air was heavily perfumed from the blossoms erupting on Jack's citrus trees. And the pollen from the live oaks kept her on Benadryl while it lasted.

"You don't ever rest, do you?" She said.

"You talking about me or you?" He smiled, wiping his hands on his pants, and wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"Doesn't the pollen bother you?" She asked, blowing her nose. "And I am talking about you!"

"It's awful!" He complained. "I don't know, I think you do more work around here than me."

"I wanted to say that I appreciate all you do for me and Melinda," she looked into his eyes and smiled.

"You're welcome, but it isn't like you're a tourist, or a deadbeat in-law! What you do around here lets me spend more time outside, and get more done," he said. "And you're good company."

"Things aren't going well with my work situation, and it eats my soul to be a charity case," she looked forlorn.

"Humility always sucks, Harriet, and everyone gets a turn. Something's can't be wished away or ordered to go, you know? You make the best of it, and maybe God or a friend smiles on you, occasionally, till you get to a better place; but my advice to you is relax," he said.

"I wish I knew how," she replied.

Jack stopped at the gate, swiped his entry-card, drove through the portal when the gate opened, and followed the drive until it came to his cottage. Management would have called if there was a problem, and since he got no call, he assumed his date would be inside waiting. The cottage was a time-share for sex, and management provided the women for an additional fee. A phone app let Jack reserve the cottage as needed.

Jack's cottage included two bedrooms, a bath, a kitchen, and living room, plus concealed parking. A light was ON inside the cottage. Jack swiped the card again, the lock clicked, and he opened the door.

His date was Melinda, Harriet's daughter.

Melinda gasped, "Oh my god."

Jack closed the door behind him, and looked at Melinda's body, poorly concealed by her thin lingerie.

"You're not gonna say anything to my mother, are you?"

"Of course not," he replied, "If things go well we'll talk later, at home, okay?"

"I am like so freaked out," she confided.

"I bet you are, but it's a risk you take," Jack said.

"My mom has no idea," she said.

"Probably not," Jack said. "Are you up for this with me?"

"If I don't I'll lose the job," she said.

"Not if no one complains," he reminded her. "Lady's choice."

"I suppose I could try?" she wondered. "How about you?"

"I'm okay. Let's do this, if you have any problems let me know and we'll stop, okay?" he asked.

"Okay," she almost smiled.

Jack walked to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed to remove his loafers and socks. Melinda followed behind Jack to sit atop her legs on the bed and wait for him. Jack stood, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, unfastened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and let them drop to the floor. His dick half drooped out the fly of his boxers. He switched the light off so the bedroom was washed in darkness.

"Lie down, and spread your legs," he told Melinda.

When she had done as she was told, Jack kneeled between her legs and pulled her thong down her legs and off. "Take the bra off," he told her. She sat up, pulled the straps off her shoulders, pulled the clasp around to her cleavage, unsnapped the bra, and pulled it off her arms.

"Lie down," he said.

Melinda was an eighteen year old version of her mother. Black shoulder length hair, curly, green eyes, pale skin, plump labia, and peach tinted nipples and areola. The breasts weren't as large as mom's but Melinda was half the mother's age. One nipple was pierced and her pubic hairs were shaved away. The labia were a pale camel tint and darker than the surrounding skin. Her lips were painted a dark red. And her eyes were painted up more than Jack had ever seen before now. Jack wondered if she was Jewish. He liked hot Jewish ladies.

Jack's cock looked robust and sturdy, Melinda had expected semi-limp. She had expected flab not abs. The rest of Jack she knew already.

Jack grabbed a pillow and put her ass on top of it. Then held her hips with his strong hands, and put his face to work on her gash. He knew his way around a pussy, and her first climax sounded like Jack had punched her in the stomach. Her pussy started sweating when he moved his mouth to her anus and fucked it with his tongue. It went in her tight sphincter like a small cock. And after she climaxed again he pulled his boxers off.

"Spread wider," he told her.

She moved her legs far apart, he pushed his cockhead into her slit, eased it inside; Melinda felt it moving up her hole to her womb.

Jack fucked Melinda's hole till her expression seemed like she had gone off somewhere nice. Then he gave her his load in four generous spurts. She smiled but kept her eyes closed. The goo was pulsing out of her and down her ass when she looked at Jack through the twilight of the dark room. He was dressing.

"How's your mom doing?" He asked.

"Not so good," she replied.

"Money?" He guessed.

"Yeah," she replied.

"You, too?" He asked.

"Uh, huh," she said.

"If you want to do this again, let's talk about it at home," he suggested.

"I do," she said.