Mothers and Daughters Ch. 13

This is the 13^th in a series of chapters about Melissa, a young woman who brings her boyfriend home to meet her family at their remote Eastern Oregon ranch and learns that while she has been away at college her father, Luke, and Mother, Lisa, have adopted a swinging lifestyle. Melissa and her boyfriend, Jamie have joined right in with her parents liberated style. It will be helpful to have read the prior chapters.

"He loves me Mom. Jamie told me he loves me."

It was at least the third or fourth time Melissa had told her mother this since they had ridden out of the pasture an hour or so earlier, but Lisa wasn't about to dampen her daughters enthusiasm. Lisa squealed an enthusiastic response, "Well that's great darl'n, just great. And did you tell him you loved him too?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Good. I want to hear all about it, but first let's go hobble the horses over there in the grass."

"I'll do it, Mom," Melissa volunteered.

"Okay and when you get that done we can sit down with a beer and our feet in the Headwaters and you can tell me all about it. I want to hear all the details." Lisa wasn't really all that surprised. She had been watching her daughter and her boyfriend for most of the summer and had been convinced for some time that they were head over heels in love.

Lisa and Melissa were at the place they called the Headwaters, a spring fed pool several miles from their backcountry ranch in Oregon's Owyhee mountain range. Their family had lived on it for generations. The Headwaters was the beginning of the small stream that made the family's ranch possible. Water was a life or death necessity in Eastern Oregon's high desert.

A few days had passed since Lisa and Melissa's evening at the Rev's home in Boise, delaying their plan for a Mother-Daughter ride up to the Headwaters. There was irrigation to be done, fruit that Luke had brought back from a day trip to Ontario that had to be canned, and all the other chores that seemed to always come up with living on a remote ranch in the Owyhee mountains, and, of course, there was Melissa and Jamie's infatuation with each other. Lisa and Melissa were together every day, but Jamie and Melissa's father Luke were always around also. Now Lisa and Melissa were away from the ranch and could have the Mother-Daughter talk that they had promised each other on their drive home after their night of debauchery with the Rev and his wife Julia in Boise.

By the time Melissa had returned from leading the horses through the stand of Aspen and hobbling them to let them graze in the grassland, Lisa had shed her clothing and was sitting naked on a blanket, her feet cooling in the lake as she sipped a freshly opened beer. She looked over her shoulder at her Daughter and said, "Shed your clothes, get a beer, and come set with me and tell me about Jamie." Mother and Daughter had established a habit of sitting naked by the little pool and drinking a six pack on their getaways to the Headwaters over the summer. Nudity was an accepted part of the family's lifestyle on their remote ranch.

Lisa took a pull on her beer as Melissa took her clothes off and retrieved a beer from the six pack they had set in the lake. When Melissa took her first sip she said, "Uhm, that's good. How did you keep it cold riding up here? Usually it's warm by the time we get here."

"You know those cold wraps we keep in the freezer, the ones we put on ankles that get twisted and such? I put one of them in with the beer in the saddle bag." She patted the blanket next to her and said, "Now come set and tell me about Jamie. How did it go?" Lisa thought she knew the answer from the young couples conduct of the last few days, but she wanted the details.

"Well, just like you said to do, as soon as we got back from Boise I grabbed Jamie and dragged him off to the Shag Wagon. Before I could even get started telling him about our evening with the Rev, he jumped right in, telling me how much he loved me and how he had missed me while we were apart, even though he and Dad had been screwing my horny sister-in-law Gina the first night they were away. We weren't even undressed."

"What? Fully clothed in the Shag Wagon. I didn't think that people in our family ever did that?" Lisa said with a laugh. The Shag Wagon was a dilapidated VW bus that Jamie and Melissa had driven over from Eugene at the beginning of the summer. It was more or less permanently parked alongside the barn, its tires flat, and an oil pool below it. It had become a place for screwing, but not transportation any more.

Melissa laughed. "We weren't fully clothed for long. It wasn't five minutes before we had both ripped our clothes off and were screwing our brains out. We were so excited we didn't last another five minutes before we both climaxed."

"But had you told him about what we did at the Rev's?"

"No, and he hadn't told me the details about he and Dad screwing Gina. There wasn't time for that. Not right away. We hadn't been near each other for a couple of days and we just . . . well who wants to talk then? Like Jamie said, 'Let's fuck first. Then we can talk'."

Lisa laughed. "A true romantic, I can see. Just like your father Luke was at that age.

"But," Lisa continued, "You guys did talk? I mean about the Rev's house and what we did there? Right?"

Melissa giggled. "Oh yeah we talked. But first I told him I wanted to tie him up so he would lay still and listen. I had stashed a coil of rope and a buck knife in the front seat before we went down there."

"And he went along with that?"

"Yeah, he just looked at me and said, 'Your Dad told me you were going to come back with some kinkier tastes, so bring it on girl.' It only took me a minute or two to get his arms and legs spread out and tied down. But before I did anything else I sucked his cock for a while, so he was in the right mood."

"You are such a little vixen."

"I was, wasn't I. Just like you Mom. It was fun. I think maybe I'm more cut out to be a dom than a sub."

"If you're like me, daughter you can enjoy going either way. I do with your Dad. Luke loves it, but he has a little trouble being the dom. He starts to laugh after a while. He just can't take being mean to me seriously." Lisa shook her head laughing about her husband, Luke, and then returned to the original subject, "So what did you tell Jamie?"

Well once I had him tied up and his dick sticking straight up, I sat next to him and slowly stroked his cock and rubbed the tip on my titties as I told him everything we did with Julia and the Rev."

"Everything? Even . . ."

"Yeah that part too."

"But how did Jamie handle hearing all the details. Did he get jealous?"

"Far from it. When I told him how I was tied to the couch all spread out and you were sucking my tits while Julia ate my pussy and I was sucking the Rev's cock, I thought he was going to cum for sure. And then when I told about how you and Julia switched positions so you were sucking my tits and she was eating my pussy and how you and Julia made me cum, he completely lost it. That big beautiful cock of his sprayed cum everywhere. I wasn't even touching it.

"And about later, when we were all tangled up in a foursome on the floor, not knowing whose body parts belonged to who?

"Kind of. It's pretty hard to describe that and be accurate."

Lisa laughed.

"But I made him promise he wouldn't tell anyone."

"And did he? Did he promise?"

"Yeah, . . . but he was tied up and I had him by the balls when I made him say 'I promise'."

Lisa laughed. "Yeah. That may not be a promise you can count on, but. . . well, I told your Dad too. Not much of a Mother-Daughter secret was it. But while you and Jamie were in the Shag Wagon your Dad and I were on the front porch. He just had to hear the details and I was so horny and his dick was so hard . . . well I just couldn't resist. You haven't seen it, but your Dad squirts just like Jamie when he cums. He wanted to fuck me right away. You know how we do it with me leaning on the front porch railing with my naked ass sticking back at Luke and him plowing my cunt with his big hard cock while he hangs on to my ass and swats it now and then. But I knew we couldn't talk if we were doing that, so I made him just sit there while I slowly jacked his cock and told him about all the nasty things we had done with the Rev and Julia. My god, when he came it was like watching a volcano erupt."

Melissa was quiet while she took a long draw on the beer. Her pussy clenched as she thought about her father's cock ejaculating creamy streams of cum. "Don't go there," she told herself silently.

"And did you tell Jamie about how the Rev was fingering you while we had dinner?" Lisa asked.

"Absolutely, and about how the Rev fucked me later down in the play room. My God that man can fuck, Mom"

Lisa smiled and said, "That he can. That he can. . . But what about Jamie? He didn't get jealous?"

"No, he understands it was all just a game. By the way, he wants to see you in your trashy soccer mom outfit."

"Me?"

"Yes you. And me too. He wants the two of us to serve him and Dad dinner dressed like that. He says we have to be the Serving Wenches at dinner."

Lisa laughed. "I wonder how much Luke told him? He's getting into this real quick."

"I don't know, but dinner tomorrow night's going to be a lot of fun."

Lisa took a long pull on her beer and leaned back. "So you and your boyfriend are in love and he knows you're a pervert—well pervert in training."

"Now he knows you're a pervert too and not a pervert in training like me."

"I think he already knew that."

"Yeah, you have spent a lot of time down in the Shag Wagon with him."

"And your still okay with that?" Lisa asked.

"I am Mom. Jamie and I talked about that too. He agrees that the Rev's got the right idea about the distinction between sex and love. Sex, well that's just something you do because your body demands it and screwing someone you just met in a coffee house is not terribly different from fantasizing about screwing that person while you masturbate. And we all masturbate, no matter how in love we are.

"But love. No love is a whole different emotional thing. It's about wanting to be with someone all the time. Not just in bed or while you're screwing, but during breakfast and while you're pulling weeds in the yard or moving irrigation pipe, and feeling like there is a piece of you missing when the one you love is not around."

Lisa smiled. "I'd say you two have got it right. I wish I hadn't waited until I was forty to figure the difference out."

"Oh, and he wants to meet the Rev and Julia too."

"Oh I'll just bet he would. Especially Julia and her big tits. That horny boyfriend of yours is going to make a great dirty old man someday," Lisa said with a laugh.

Melissa took another pull on her beer and said, "Yeah you're right about that, and I want to be with him to see it. Then I can scold him for lusting after attractive young girls like you do to Dad."

Lisa snorted at her daughters comment. "Well darl'n," she said, "I'd say you had a successful romp in the Shag Wagon."

"Mmmmmm. We certainly did. Once we finished our 'talk' I sucked him hard again and then left him tied up while I rode that big hard dick of his. When he has already cum twice like he had he can go forever without cumming. I think I climaxed about four times before we wore each other out. He did make me untie him before I fell asleep. But we did it again before we came up to the house for breakfast."

Lisa leaned over and pulled her daughter into her for a long hug. It was just like any other mother-daughter hug, apart from the fact that they were both naked.

Once released, Melissa lay back on the blanket. Looking up through the perpetually moving branches and leaves of the aspen trees she watched a few puffy clouds drifting across the deep blue sky above them. "So Mom," she asked. "Did you bring any good stuff from Grandma Louise's diary with you. I'd like to hear more about my slutty Grandma."

"It just so happens I did. Can you reach that saddlebag over there. There is one of her notebooks in it that has a really steamy entry in it? It turns out Grandpa James wasn't quite what we thought he was.

"You mean my eunuch grandfather was . . . Well what was he?" Melissa asked.

"Well he certainly wasn't a eunuch. Far from it. Let me read,

"Dear Diary,

"Today was my birthday and I had planned to treat myself well (certain that Hubby James wouldn't remember it was my birthday). I was going to add a little excitement to my life by meeting the country club's tennis pro for a late afternoon tryst. I'm sure you remember him Diary. I seduced him late one night after a dreadful mixed doubles match. And I did get to have that tryst with Ben today, but I wasn't into it in the way I should have been. I was just too distracted by what had happened last night.

"I came home late on Tuesday evening. I had been out for dinner with an old friend from college. (Really Diary. Just dinner. No sex involved, well except for her stories about her horny husband. Some people just marry right.) When I came in our nanny was reading a book in the living room. Carmelita is a rather plain, plump, Latino woman in her mid-thirties who has worked for us since the Kid was born. Originally, we had two nannies (a day shift and a night shift), but now that the Kid was approaching 12, Carmelita is our only nanny. She lives with us in our servants quarters. Since the Kid spends her days at school, Carmelita's hours are flexible. She spends more time on duty on the weekends when there is no school.

"Carmelita told me the Kid had finished her homework and gone to bed peacefully. Life with the Kid wasn't always peaceful and I was looking forward to being able to send her off to a boarding school up in Baltimore in a couple of years. It was run by Catholic nuns who I hoped would instill some discipline into the Kid that our nannies had failed at.

"I asked Carmelita if Hubby James was at home. She responded, 'Yes, he got home about half an hour ago, but he disappeared into his office as soon as he got here.' James has an office in the farthest back part of the house. He says he needs quiet to work so it is almost separate from the rest of the house. He usually keeps the door locked when he's working in there. I thought nothing of it. He frequently disappeared into his office at this time of night. Since we have separate bedrooms I pay no attention to the hours he spends back in the office.

"I said good night to the nanny, fixed myself a nightcap, and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. Once there, I kicked off the painful heels I had worn, unclipped my earrings, replacing them in the jewelry box and slowly undressed, carefully hanging or folding my clothes as I undressed. I sat naked before a mirror cleaning off my make-up and enjoying the tumbler of Scotch I had brought upstairs with me. Once naked into bed I was savoring the softness of the high thread count cotton sheets when I remembered that I had left my clutch downstairs. I trusted our nanny, but it is still never wise to leave temptation in front of people, no matter how much you trust them, so I slipped out of bed and into a silky robe, belted it, and walked quietly downstairs.

"My clutch was right where I had left it, undisturbed, and the nanny was gone, upstairs to check on the Kid I assumed. I had just turned to climb the stairs when I heard a sound I couldn't identify from the back of the house. I walked quietly through the dining room and our kitchen and then down the long hall that led to Hubby James' office. The noise got louder as I approached his office. Each time I heard a slap followed by a muffled scream. What on earth, I wondered?

"When I approached the door to James' office I saw that it was unlocked and open a crack—something he never would have done. Was there someone else in his office? Perhaps he had gone out and someone else had come in after he left? The office had a back door so if he had failed to lock it as he left, the nanny wouldn't have known.

"I was a little concerned now. Was there a burglar in the office? But it didn't sound like a burglar, so I overcame my fears and peeked through the barely open door. What I saw was shocking and beyond belief. My eunuch husband James, who had told me years ago he didn't care about sex and wanted me to get my sex elsewhere, was standing naked, but for his shiny black oxfords and black silk stockings held in place by old fashioned men's sock garters, alongside a naked woman whose hands were tied behind her back. He turned slightly toward me and I saw he had an enormous erection, his cock sticking straight out from his groin and bobbing as he moved. Definitely not a eunuch. The woman was lying face down over the heavy padded arm of a couch, her broad naked bum in the air and her wide spread legs exposing her gleaming dark pussy lips. Her butt cheeks were a fiery red. It was obvious Hubby James had been spanking her. Her screams were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. James smacked her ass hard and she screamed again.

"Well, have you had enough you nasty slut?" James said.

"She picked her head up and looked back at James. 'Yes, oh God yes. Please don't hit me again sir.'

" 'Then you're ready to suck me like a good girl?' His hand was fondling her ass as he spoke. Before she could answer he slid his hand down between her but cheeks, reaching with his fingers to her gleaming sex. She gasped as he slid a finger into her cunt.

" 'Yes. Yes, of course. Whatever you want, sir,' Her voice sounded familiar, but she was still blubbering a bit and sniffling from the beating James had given her so I couldn't quite place it.

"James grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet and then forced her down so she was kneeling, her hands still tied behind her back and her face before his bobbing prick. Her big tits wobbled as he horsed her around. 'Now suck it, you slut,' he growled. He didn't even sound like my husband. I'd never heard Hubby James even raise his voice before.

"My god! The woman was our nanny, Carmelita—the same woman I had been chatting amicably with a few minutes earlier as she sat fully clothed in our living room. Now she was naked, her plump butt cheeks inflamed from James' spanking and about to inhale his rigid cock. How could I have been so wrong about my husband for so many years? I thought he was asexual, a psychological eunuch, one of those strange people in the world who have no sex drive. Far from it. Now he stood before me, as I peered through the narrow opening of the door, acting as the dominant partner in a tryst with our nanny.

"I should have been furious. My husband was cheating on me with the nanny. But there two things that held my fury in check. First what he was doing was no different than what I did on a regular basis, such as my tryst scheduled for the next day with our country club's tennis pro. A bit different in style, but still, cheating was cheating. But more importantly, I found it overwhelmingly erotic to watch my kinkily clad husband sexually abusing a woman. I wanted to run back to my bedroom and be mad at him, but I couldn't. It was just too erotic to stand there playing the voyeur to James' perverted dom. I found myself with a hand inside my robe fondling my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks and I could feel the juices beginning to ooze from my pussy.