Mothers and Daughters Ch. 08

This is the eighth, and perhaps last, chapter in a series of postings about a young woman, Melissa, who returns from college with her new boyfriend, Jamie, for a visit to her home, a ranch in a remote corner of Southeastern Oregon, and discovers that her parents, Lisa and Luke, have drastically changed their sex lives. It will work better if you have read the prior Chapters.

The sun was just creeping over the high peaks of the Owyhee range to the east of the ranch when Melissa came down to the kitchen looking for a cup of coffee. She was wearing an old college T-shirt that barely reached her bottom and certainly didn't cover it if she bent over or did nearly anything else. It was the shirt she had slept in, curled against Jamie.

Lisa was already in the kitchen where a fresh pot of coffee had just finished brewing. The first pot had left the ranch in a couple of thermoses that Sam, Gina, and Iturri had taken with them when they left for Boise an hour earlier. Lisa was wearing an old white bath robe that stopped at mid-thigh.

"Morning Mom."

"Morning dear, you're up early.

"Yes. I love the sunrise here, the way the sun peaks over the big ridge and then as it climbs into the sky the light crawls down the hill and into the meadow. It always gets to the porch before it lights up the hollow where the meadow is.

"Have Sam and Gina left?" she continued.

"Yes, and Iturri also."

"I thought he was going to work on the diversion project?"

"Your father and brother decided it would have to wait until later in the summer when the creek's flow is down. Sam thinks he can find him another cooking job in Boise."

Melissa smirked, "He'll have to learn to keep that dick in his pants."

Lisa laughed. "That would be a shame. It's a gift to womankind."

" Hmmm."

"Is that fresh coffee?" Melissa asked, abandoning the subject of Iturri.

"Yes, let's take a cup to the front porch and watch the sun come up."

By the time they got to the porch the sun was fully risen above the mountains It's light was slowly creeping down the dimly lit ridge to the east toward the green pasture. Melissa sipped her first coffee of the day, as they sat in silence watching the day begin.

" Mom, you make better coffee than we make at the coffee house where I work."

"Oh pish posh," Lisa responded. "It's just cowboy coffee. I throw a bunch of Folgers in the bottom of the pot, fill it with water and then set it on the stove and let it boil until it's good and strong. The water is good here though. Occasionally I even scrub the pot out, but your Dad says I lose something in the flavor when I do that."

Melissa laughed. "I love it."

The sun had reached the front porch now, even though parts of the pasture below them were still in the shade. Melissa stretched her naked legs out and let the sun warm them, putting her head back and closing her closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun's warmth. It pulled her T-shirt up so that any semblance of modesty was gone.

"I see you're not quite ready to abandon the AA Ranch standards of dress," Lisa said.

"You mean nudity?"

"Yes."

"I kind of like it. Jamie doesn't object."

"Hah. Men never do."

They were silent for a long while, sipping the strong, fresh coffee, and soaking up the sun's rays.

"My god," Melissa said. "I've missed his place so much. In Eugene it's always grey and gloomy with a drizzle or mist of rain. Even the summers can be wet."

Lisa smiled, pleased at her daughters reaction. "So did you talk to Jaime last night? About spending the summer here?"

"Yes. He's all for it. We will make some phone calls today and quit our jobs. There's no great loss in that," she said with a chuckle. "Jamie wants Dad to start showing him what he will have to do today."

"Oh that's just great Lisa," said. "We will have so much to talk about this summer."

"Oh I thought you were just excited because you and Jamie could share the Shag Wagon regularly," Melissa said.

Lisa laughed. "No that's not my objective. She paused and then said, "But once in a while would be nice . . . if you don't mind."

Both women chuckled. Then Lisa continued, "No, what I'm really excited about is the amount of time it will give you and I to talk. There is so much we need to discuss."

"You mean about Sally?" Melissa said.

"Yes. There's a lot more about our relationship with her that I want to explain to you. And there are other things we need to discuss also."

"Okay," Melissa said. "Let's take a couple of horses and go back up to the Headwaters again today. Then you can tell me about Sally. Jamie can spend the day with Dad learning how to move irrigation pipe. I already know how. I grew up dragging that damned pipe around. Too bad we haven't cut any hay yet. He could learn how to buck bales too."

"My, but you're in a tough mood this morning."

Melissa laughed. "He needs to learn that there is more to living here than just screwing my relatives."

"Well let's not discourage that. Some of your relatives enjoyed him thoroughly," Lisa said. "But for now, let's get going. I'll make some sandwiches and pack the beer. You go and saddle a couple of horses. I'll leave a note for Jamie and your father. But dear, you're going to have to wear more clothes than that. The saddle can chafe you know."

Melissa laughed. "I know that Mom, but not when we get to the Headwaters. I liked our naked visit up there a couple of days ago."

Lisa shook her head as she opened the screen door. "I've created a monster."

Half an hour later Melissa cursed quietly while she struggled to latch the gate at the upper end of the pasture. Once the gate was latched, she swung into the saddle and sat upright, pausing for a moment to deeply inhale the morning air, savoring the pungent smell of the sage, before goading her horse to follow Lisa. "Love this smell. It's the smell of home," she said to herself.

They took their time riding to the Headwaters, stopping to enjoy views of Steens Mountain and the Alvord Desert to the West and the Owyhee high country to the East and North. At one point Melissa pointed out a clump of cottonwoods growing at the bottom of a gulch on the West side of the ridge they were riding. "How did those get there," she asked. "I remember them from when I was a kid. I always wondered about how cottonwoods would be growing down there."

"That's an old homestead" Lisa said. "Those folks went bust in the 30's. Those were tough times here."

"Those were tough times just about everywhere from what I've read," Melissa said.

"I s'pose so."

"I can't imagine Dad's great-grandparents homesteading up here when they did. When was it?"

"I think it was around 1890. The leader of the clan was his great-great-grandfather, Angus McTavitt, born in Scotland about 1860. Luke says they rode the train as far as Boise, right after it was built. But he has no idea how they found their way back in here. I don't know how old man McTavitt got to America either or where he settled before coming out here."

"Why?"

"They must have really disliked where they came from," Lisa said. "Or perhaps they were starving there and figured they wouldn't starve any quicker trying their luck here. Or maybe they were headed for California and got lost. Or maybe old man McTavitt or one of his sons was on the run from the law and wanted to be remote. I don't know. Luke has never said. He probably doesn't know. Luke comes from a long line of very quiet men. I swear, sometimes I need a Ouija board to know what is going on in that man's head."

When they got to the Headwaters, Melissa led the horses through the aspen to an open piece of meadow land and then hobbled them to let them graze. By the time she got back to the little pond, Lisa had her clothes off, her feet cooling in the pond and a couple of beers open. "Come sit a spell daughter and we'll talk about Sally or anything else you want to know about."

Melissa shucked her clothes off and sat down on the grassy bank next to her mother. Lisa had brought along an old blanket they were sitting on. Melissa took a long pull on the beer and leaned back on her elbows. "Oh how nice that sun feels. I don't think I could take Western Oregon for more than what it takes to get through college. Can't go naked like this over there. If you do, you die of hypothermia, or just turn moldy."

Lisa laughed. "Yes, I've noticed. I've been spending more time over that way of late."

"With Dad and Sally?"

"Sometimes." She paused for a moment. "But more often, just with Sally. And sometimes just with Dad. It's pretty flexible."

"At your place on the coast or hers?"

"Oh we don't have a place of our own there. The cottage in Lincoln City belongs to Sally, but we all three use it regularly. Luke and I contribute to some of the costs."

Melissa was silent as she thought for a moment about her mother's response. "So are you in love with Sally?"

Lisa smiled. "That's complicated. The difference between love and lust is not near as simple as the Rev would have you believe."

"Oh. Does Dad know?"

"Of course. You need to understand. Your father and I are deeply in love and we have no secrets from each other. That is one thing the Rev really helped us fix. So yes, your father knows about my relationship with Sally and he doesn't object any more than I object to his relationship with Sally. The other detail you need to understand is that Sally is deeply in love with your father and . . . maybe me also. I knew she was in love with him as soon as that first time I watched them having sex. And as to how she feels about me . . . I'll get to that in a while. So the relationship is a little complicated. But it seems to be working fine for all three of us."

"Wow. I don't remember this being covered in my Life Studies class at Vale High School."

Lisa snorted, momentarily choking on her beer. "You mean that glorified home-economics class you took? Those liberal idiots over in Salem passed a law that every school district in the State had to have a sex education class, and then the rocket scientists that ran your school assigned it to the Mormon home economics teacher. I reckon the closest she got to the subject of sex was to tell you how important it was to fix a good hot meal for your husband and children each night."

"Yeah that was pretty much it."

"Can you imagine if she had spent an hour's lecture on the importance of giving your husband a better blow job than his mistress does?"

This time it was Melissa who choked on her beer.

"So there was no mention of a 'ménage a trois' or 'open marriage' or 'lesbian sex,' eh?"

"Is that what you, Dad, and Sally have?"

"I guess," Lisa responded. "Probably a little of all three. She hasn't moved into our home yet, but that's another complicated issue, since your Dad and I aren't quite sure where we call home anymore. But that has nothing to do with Sally. Besides, she has a job she loves in Portland and Salem. Luke and I would go nuts living full time over there in the rain. And Sally is a city girl. This ranch would drive her crazy. So we mostly get together in Lincoln City.

"Let's back-up a bit and let me tell you a bit more about my relationship with Sally," Lisa continued. "It all starts with the sex:

"Remember how I told you about how I ate Sally to a screaming climax while your Dad watched the first time I met her? Well that only took us about 15 minutes and then your Dad got involved. As the evening went on Sally did more or less the same for me, probably a couple of times, but your Dad was always there and participating, either by kibitzing from the side or by sticking his dick into one of us. Of course there is always time for the gals to get it on while your father (or any other man for that matter) is recovering. But there was no point that evening in which any of us took more than 15 minutes to drive someone to a climax. If your Dad is in the room, he either is directly involved or is telling Sally and I how to go at it. That's kind of how sex works when your Dad's around. He always makes sure the lady climaxes, but he doesn't take forever to get her there and when he's not participating he is giving pointers to those who are.

"Understand that I am not really complaining. Sex with Luke and sex with Luke and Sally in a three way is great. But what I want to tell you about is how Sally taught me a whole nother way to have sex. One that doesn't involve your Father's rush to climax. The morning after l met Sally and seduced her (or she seduced me) your Father had to leave first thing to drive back to Boise. The three of us were having an early breakfast in the hotel before Dad was going to jump in the pick-up. In typical Luke fashion he wolfed down his bacon and eggs, polished off his hash browns and two pieces of toast, and then stood up and said, 'It's time to leave. Gotta get back to Boise.' I swear that sometimes Luke can be the most driven man I've ever met.

"Sally looked up at him, flashing her most seductive smile, and said, 'But Lisa, can stay for another day or two and fly back, can't she? I can show her somethings she doesn't know about.' I thought she was talking about a tour of Portland, but that wasn't it at all.

"Luke looked at us, paused for a moment and then smiled and said, 'Great idea Sally. You should do that Lisa. There's a lot Sally can show you.' I learned later that he wasn't thinking of a tour of Portland either.

"Before he left, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and then the same for Sally. Sally pulled his head down and whispered something in his ear. Later I learned she told Luke, 'I'm going to take her to Lincoln City.'

" 'Good idea,' he responded. Lincoln City had special meaning to the two of them. It meant sex. It was where they always went for their weekend trysts, but not for just a quickie. Those two had quickies all over the place in Salem—Luke's apartment, his office, her office, sometimes even in an empty hearing room in the Statehouse. But Lincoln City was reserved for a couple of days devoted purely to serious screwing. It's no wonder I wasn't getting anything from Luke in those days. Now Luke was telling Sally it was okay to do the same with me.

"And that is exactly what she did. A few hours later we had checked out of the hotel and driven to the coast. Sally owns a little cottage in Lincoln City. The cottage is lovely. It's not really in the center of town, but you can easily walk there or to the beach. It has a little land around it. Not a lot, but enough for some privacy. When it's warm enough, you can sunbathe nude in the backyard. I was stunned by what a beautiful place it was.

"Sally told me to wander around and look the place over while she got the wood stove fired up. It was typical Oregon coast chilly. There was a storm rolling in off the Pacific and the wind was coming up. I love the coast when it's wild and crazy like that. I couldn't resist walking around to the front of the cottage. It's up on a little hill, probably an old dune. I could look over the top of the town and see the big rollers being pushed in by the oncoming storm as they crashed into the beach. I watched them until the rain started to blow in. The woodstove was just starting to warm the cottage when I came in.

" 'Sally, it's lovely,' I said.

' 'I'm back here, in the bedroom,' she responded. I walked into the bedroom and saw that she was in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, her red hair fanned across a pillow behind her. Her clothes were draped over a chair. 'Take your clothes off and join me.'

"She spent the next three hours slowly and tenderly making love to me. I was cold, with goosebumps, when I first crawled naked into her bed. Sally's flesh felt warm, almost hot, to my chilled skin. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled the blankets up over our head. I could hear the wind of the oncoming storm really beginning to blow. The big fir trees behind the cottage were almost growling as the wind pushed them around. I started to tell her about all the things I loved about her cottage and she said, 'Shh. Not now.' Then she kissed me, a long, soft, slow kiss. Not at all like the near assault that she had made when she and I first walked into the hotel room where Luke was waiting for us. Now we were just lying in the bed and her kiss, and my response, was soft, slow, and oh so, so gentle. Like Luke, Sally has an aroma that is distinctly hers, not a perfume mind you, just an aroma that I associate only with Sally. I was lost in the moment—the wild wind and the storm blowing outside, rain slapping against the windows, the roar of the rising surf a few blocks away, the warmth of Sally's body against my cold skin, her distinct and enticing aroma, and her kiss, her soft, gentle kiss.

"I started to begin kissing her throat and she said softly, 'No Lisa, not yet. It's my turn now, and we have all the time in the world without Luke here, so just relax and stay close to me to warm up.' Then she went back to kissing me while our naked bodies remained tangled in the most sinfully delicious way. Her kisses slowly evolved, not in an aggressive way, but in a way that was so erotic. Her tongue, oh I had never been with anyone who could use her tongue in such a slow sensual way. She used it to caress my lips, my teeth, my gums and eventually the inside of my mouth and my own tongue, but it wasn't like a lot of men use tongue, which is rough and aggressive. Sally's tongue was slow and tender, wet enough to feel soft, but not sloppy.

If I started to reciprocate with my own tongue, she would whisper, 'No, Lisa. It's just me doing you now. We'll be here for a while. Let me do this for you and show you how it is to be with a woman.'

"Eventually, was it five minutes or twenty, I don't know, she began to expand her kisses to include my cheeks, my eyes, my hairline (oh my god Melissa, you have no idea how erotic it is to lie naked with someone while she is caressing that sensitive skin right at your hairline). And then it was my earlobes and the skin behind and below them. When she reached that sensitive pocket where my neck meets my collar bone, I couldn't avoid making quiet little noises and beginning to squirm. Oh yes, I thought. How do I get this to go on forever?

"Then it was her hands joining the assault on my senses—finger tips dragging ever so lightly down the inside of my arms until they reached that sensitive skin inside my elbows. Who knew that was an erotic spot? Then they were wandering across the skin between my collar bone and my breasts and beginning to softly massage them, lifting up one after another, cupping it in both hands while her fingers moved the soft flesh around like a loaf of dough she was lovingly bringing to perfection. 'You have beautiful breasts,' she said. She had a thigh between my legs now, no longer just warming me, but softly pressuring my sex. It wasn't hard like Luke likes to do sometimes. Just a soft, slow, steady pressure of her thigh against my pussy with a little movement from time to time, a promise of things to come.

"Her lips trailed down my upper chest following the path her fingers had charted with her tongue painting a soft trail. When she reached my breasts she whispered, 'May I? May I suck on your tits?' The shift from 'breasts' to the cruder term 'tits' hinted at more aggressive sex play to come. I love it when my lover talks dirty, but it's best when I'm fully aroused.

" 'Oh god yes,' I responded with a gasp as she flicked an engorged nipple with her thumb. Then her mouth was on the other nipple, that soft tongue drawing a circle around my areola ever so, so tenderly, until it reached the nipple itself, erect and firm, an expression of my growing lust. At first, she just flicked it with her tongue, each touch bringing a groan or a whimper from me. Then she pulled the nipple between her lips and began to suckle like a babe. There was a shot of lust that went right through me, and for a moment, just a moment, I remembered how horny I used to get when you and Sam nursed at my teats as infants. Sometimes I literally attacked Luke after I put you down to sleep. That is exactly how I felt when she began to suckle on my tits.