Mothers and Daughters Ch. 15

Lisa took a couple of languid steps forward, meeting Luke at the top of the stairs. She reached out and cupped the now obvious boner that was growing beneath his jeans. Leaning forward she licked his ear lobe and said, not loud, but not in a whisper either, "Luke, I sure do hope you boys know how to treat a Serving Wench. We do appreciate tips you know." Then she stepped away and leaned against the deck railing, her hips and chest thrust out.

Luke looked at her with a look of pure lust and then said, "Jamie, I think we better get these horses taken care of. Then we can take care of these Serving Wenches."

The two women sat in the rocking chairs, their long legs crossed and their skirts covering almost nothing while they waited for the men to return.

"Maybe we need to be smoking a cigar when they return," Melissa suggested.

"No, I've got a better idea," said Lisa. "What we need is a joint. And I know where I have one stashed," she said, rising from the chair.

By the time the two men returned the air was ripe with smell of marijuana and the girls were pleasantly stoned.

"Oh what's that I smell?" Luke said. "Devil weed?"

Both girls giggled. "Since when were you so uppity about a little weed Luke?" Lisa asked.

Luke continued his rant, "First we find trashy women on our front porch and then we find they are smoking devil weed."

"Would you feel better if I told you we saved another joint for you two boys?"

"Yeah that might help. That might help a lot," Luke said.

"Melissa, will you go in and get that other joint. I left it lying on the kitchen counter."

Melissa rose and tottered across the porch and through the front door on her impossibly tall heels, swinging her hips as she went. As she passed Jamie she reached down and rubbed his crotch as her mother had done earlier. He gasped again. She paused long enough to look him in the eye and whisper something obscene before she continued on into the house.

When she returned one chair was occupied by Luke, with Lisa sitting on his lap. Luke had his hand resting comfortably on the inside of Lisa's thigh taking full advantage of the long slit in the side of her skirt. Lisa's legs were lewdly spread, affording Jamie an obviously appreciated view. He was leaning against the rail, sporting a growing bulge beneath his jeans.

"Daughter," Lisa said. "These guys say they'll share that last joint with us if we sit on their laps."

"Is that so. I think Jamie looks pretty comfortable where he is." She handed the joint to her father and walked across the porch to lean on the rail next to Jamie, her round backside thrust back at her parents. Her father watched as he continued to stroke the inside of Lisa's thigh.

Melissa reached down with one hand and began stroking Jamie's cock through his jeans. Jamie reached up with a hand and pulled her face towards him and then kissed her. It was a long deep kiss that became ever more erotic. Melissa opened her body towards him so her breasts were mashed against his chest. She took both hands and cupped his ass pulling his groin into hers while he did the same to him with both hands, never breaking the kiss. They were standing, their hips leaning against the porch rail as they kissed and fondled each other's asses.

"Those two are shameless," Lisa whispered to Luke.

"Yes. I guess we raised her right," he responded. As he spoke he let his hand slide slowly up the inside of Lisa's thigh until he was rubbing her pussy through the almost non-existent fabric of her thong. Lisa turned her head and begin a long kiss with Luke, their tongues dueling lasciviously. Eventually they paused long enough for her to ask, "Are you going to light that joint?"

"Do we need it?"

"I don't think so." Their kiss resumed and then was broken again when she gasped as Luke slid a finger into her dripping cunt. "Oh god that feels good," she said as he slipped a second and then a third finger into her. Her dress was around her waist now as Luke aggressively finger fucked her. She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse and released the front catch on her bra so she could fondle her tits. She was whining and crying now as Luke continue to ram his fingers into her cunt.

Neither Luke nor Lisa were paying any attention to Jamie and Melissa. Melissa had dropped to her knees and released Jamie's trousers, pushing them and his underwear to the floor in a pool around his boots. His rigid cock spring out as his pants fell away and she reached out for it with both hands. "Oh yes, I've been thinking about this cock all day," she said.

"Suck it wench," Jamie demanded and Melissa immediately complied, licking the red swollen head and then sucking it into her mouth until it was banging against the back of her throat. Oh god I love sucking this cock, she thought.

The two couples continued for several minutes, until Lisa and then Jamie reached the first of many climaxes for the evening. Lisa was wrapped around Luke and both of them were oblivious to what the kids were up too. Jamie pulled Melissa to her feet and shared a long cum flavored kiss with her.

Finally Jamie spoke up. "Looks like we didn't make it to dinner with the Serving Wenches."

Melissa responded, "Oh that was just an appetizer."

Turning to her mother she said, "Mom, come on. We have work to do. Let's let these guys smoke that joint and we will get dinner on the table."

Lisa stretched and rose to her feet. She looked down at Luke and said, "That was nice, but as my daughter points out we Serving Wenches have work to do. That's pretty good dope. Enjoy it, and your dinner will taste better."

When they got to the kitchen Lisa and Melissa looked at each other smiled. "So much for your plan to hold out on them," Melissa said.

Lisa laughed. "Yeah I guess we did get a little carried away. Your Dad does that to me. By the way girl, your make-up's a mess. It looks like you left most of your lipstick on Jamie's dick."

"Yeah, well I noticed that Dad had much of yours smeared across his face."

"Oh well, it was a great first course. It will only take about five minutes to put this stew on the table so we should go upstairs now and fix our hair and our makeup. I have some ideas for our outfits too."

When the girls returned their hair was straightened, their make-up fixed, if possible, even trashier, and they had replaced their blouses and bras (Melissa's blouse had cum stains on it) with the tight fitting t-shirts that Lisa had acquired at the Mall the day before. The fabric was almost sheer, doing nothing to hide their big soft breasts and their hardened nipples. Both girls' tits bounced beautifully as they came down the stairs. Their conservative, albeit obscenely slit, skirts had been replaced by skirts that barely came below their ass cheeks. They had also dispensed with the thongs they had been wearing.

Melissa went into the kitchen and filled four bowls with stew while Lisa called the men to dinner, telling them to be seated in the dining room, but also telling them they needed to disrobe, because the Serving Wenches preferred naked men. A few minutes later both men were sitting across from each other, naked as instructed, when the Serving Wenches came out of the kitchen carrying trays with the dinner. They set the trays on the end of the table and then each Wench walked up to her partner and leaned over them from behind rubbing their nearly naked tits on their heads, and saying, "I'll be your Wench for tonight." Each then put a bowl of stew before her partner and sat next to him on the table with her legs spread and the heels of her fuck-me pumps resting on a chair.

Luke and Jamie were ignoring the stew staring at their indecently clad partners. "You know Melissa," Lisa said. "I don't think these boys like the stew."

Jamie was using both of his hands to softly caress the inside of Melissa's thighs working ever higher and pushing the skirt aside as his fingers approached her cleanly shaved sex. "I think you may be right Mom. I think they want to fuck," Melissa responded. She gasped as Jamie's fingers reached her pussy.

"What shall we do about that," Lisa asked. She swung a leg over Luke's legs so she was sitting in his lap facing him, her back to Melissa, her barely clad tits grazing his chest, and his cock resting against her dripping pussy.

"Well, we could . . . " Melissa started to respond and then gasped, "Oh shit," as Jamie slid a finger into her warm juicy cunt.

"Yes," Lisa responded. "We could fu . . . Oh fuck," she gasped as she let herself down onto Luke's lap and his cock penetrated her. Luke quickly pulled her nearly nothing T-shirt over her head and began to suck on her tits as he let his dick rest in her cunt. "Oh god yes. We could just . . ." said Lisa losing the rest of her train of thought as Luke began to slowly hump his cock in and out of her dripping cunt and continued to suckle on one breast and then the other.

Melissa meanwhile had slid across the table so she was directly before Jamie. She had pulled off her top and her skirt was bunched around her hips. She lay back and groaned as Jamie began to stroke her pussy lips with his tongue and to use his hands to fondle her breasts. At some point the couples heard Jamie's still full stew bowl fall to the floor with a crash, pushed aside by Melissa's writhing. Meanwhile Luke had grabbed a handful of his stew and smeared it across Lisa's chest. It had cooled so that it felt deliciously warm and slick to Lisa and then it felt so, so sexy as Luke began to carefully lick it off her tits. "Oh yeah babe that's great stew. Never tasted stew that great," he said. He looked over his shoulder at Jamie and said "Son you better try some of the stew."

Jamie looked up and saw what Luke was doing. He stood and reached across for Luke's stew bowl and smeared a handful across Melissa's chest. Then he leaned forward and began licking it off while one hand was busy finger fucking Melissa.

Eventually he replaced the fingers with his fully recovered cock so that both couples were now fucking furiously, Lisa bouncing on Luke's lap so his cock almost exited and then plunged back into the depths of her cunt on each stroke, and Melissa lying on her back on the table, her legs in the air hooked over Jamie's shoulders as he pounded her ferociously with this engorged cock. She was mauling her own tits, still slick from the coating of stew Jamie had applied, and couldn't help thinking how totally indecent she looked with her black thigh high nylons and red fuck-me pumps held in the air while Jamie ravaged her. Because Luke was in his late forties and Jamie had already cum in response to Melissa's front porch blow job, both men had staying power and they each brought their partner to a couple of climaxes before they finally lost control and emptied their balls into the steaming cunts they were fucking.

There was desert that night. Once the girls recovered, they stripped off the few garments they still had on, which were stained with stew (and other fluids), and everyone moved to the front porch to watch the sunset and eat ice cream. Eventually Luke and Lisa adjourned to their bedroom and Melissa and Jamie to the Shag Wagon.

Early the next morning, Lisa was again sitting on the porch of the old ranch house watching the sun rise over the highest part of the Owyhee range to the east. It was going to be a warm day and when she had crawled out of bed, leaving Luke snoring, she had thrown on the white shirt Luke had worn to dinner the night before and nothing else. It was the least stew stained garment she saw on arising. She hadn't bothered to button it, so she was nearly naked as she reclined in the rocker. The old fire blackened coffee pot was sitting on the worn pine flooring next to her and she was holding a steaming mug in her hands. Still too hot to sip, she thought.

She heard a faint noise from down by the barn, still not in the sunlight and hard to see with the bright light streaming in as the sun rose to the east. It was Melissa, quietly slipping away from the Shag Wagon where she and Jamie had spent the night. She was naked, carrying the pair of come-fuck-me heels which were the only clothing items she had taken to the Shag Wagon the night before (Jamie had insisted). She walked up the steps to the porch looking beautiful, but in need of coffee, her mother thought.

"I thought you'd be along. I brought a cup and the pot out for you. Have a sit."

"I was going to get some clothes on and clean-up that stew that wound up on the floor last night, but it's not cold this morning, is it? I guess it can wait until after my first coffee, can't it?"

Lisa Laughed. "That stew wound up a lot more places besides the floor. The dining room is a mess. But don't worry it will all clean up, and it can wait while we watch the sunrise. Sit and have some coffee. We're on the ranch. Naked is always fine. It's not like Luke or Jamie would be surprised to see us naked out here."

"Melissa sat in a rocker next to Lisa and took a sip from the mug Lisa handed her.

"Ow! That's hot,"

"Should have warned you, but as Luke's mother used to say, 'Can't cook it cold'."

Melissa laughed. "What has that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing really," Lisa responded, "Except that I would rather talk about Luke's family than mine."

"That was quite a party last night," Lisa continued, changing the subject.

"Mmmm. Yes," Melissa agreed as she blew on the coffee. "I'm worn out this morning."

"So am I," Lisa responded, "But that was the plan darl'n. You don't throw a Serving Wenches dinner, dress up like sluts, and expect that you are going to go to bed early."

Melissa giggled. "That wasn't what I expected and I wasn't disappointed. We were rock'n the Shag Wagon really late last night.

"But there is something else I have to tell you," she continued. "Something that happened after Jamie and I went down to the Shag Wagon."

"You mean besides him screwing you for a third time?"

"Yes. Jamie proposed."

"Oh my," Lisa said, "And you said . . .?"

"Oh god. 'Yes,' of course. You know how I feel about him, Mom."

"That's great dear, but he will have to talk to your Dad you know. The McTavitt's are kind'a formal about such things."

"He already did. That day when he and Dad went riding up to the summer range above our French Glen ranch."

"Hmm. Your Dad neglected to tell me about that, but then he was a little busy counseling me when we got back from Boise and a little busy screwing me last night. We were up late too. So when's the wedding?"

Melissa laughed. "We haven't even begun to think about that and I figured you would want to plan it anyhow."

"Careful girl, as your grandmother learned, letting your mother plan your wedding is dangerous in this family."

Melissa smiled. "Oh, I hope I don't have a cousin from England coming in to run the family business. It's Jamie I want to marry and Jamie I'm going to marry."

Epilogue

As it turned out, Jamie and Melissa had two wedding ceremonies right after they finished their last year of college. One was a customary ceremony in Boise where the Rev officiated and the usual collection of friends and relatives were assembled, including Jamie's parents and other relatives. There was a second ceremony held at the Ranch for a much more select group of people (not including Jamie's conservative parents and relatives from Southern California). This was a nude wedding and everyone agreed it was one of the best of the Rev's friends and families' parties of the year.

Jamie and Melissa live in Boise now. After they married he got an MBA in finance from Stanford The Rev helped him get in. He and his friend Michael had gone to school there and still made regular significant contributions as alumni. Michael has done very well with a couple of Silicon Valley software startups and the Rev's religious blog is very lucrative.

Jamie now more or less runs the family businesses with guidance from a board consisting of Luke, Lisa, Melissa, Sam, Gina, and the Rev, who is there to bring an outside the family perspective to issues that come up. Sam runs what everyone calls the Land and Livestock Division, which is the part of the business he has a passion for. He leaves the rest of the operations to Jamie. It seems kind of strange to say the Rev is their ethicist, but that is more or less the role he plays on their board. However, they don't ask him for advice about sexual harassment issues. They all agree he wouldn't understand the question.

Melissa is busily raising three kids (all of which she named herself) and manages the family's charitable arm. She is also her oldest son's soccer coach. She and Jamie do not have a nanny, although Lisa occasionally fills in for Melissa. Usually looking after the kids, but occasionally still with Jamie. The family's sex life remains comfortably open.

Lisa and Luke travel a bit, Europe, which Luke had never seen, Asia, and, of course, the Oregon coast for their regular flings with Sally, who is also the firm's political consultant. They spend most of their summers at the old home ranch in the Owyhees. Every year they host a party there for the Rev and a select group of his friends. Needless to say, it is clothing optional.