After coming down from my orgasm, I said, “We’ll have to arrange a meeting with Mr. Scott to let him know that I approve of your relationship with him, and invite him to the house for a visit. We’ll feel him out to see if he would like to fuck you under parental supervision.”
We fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Friday, May 25, 1979
I awoke early, showered, shaved and put on a short terry cloth bathrobe. I ate a bowl of Wheaties while a pot of coffee brewed. When the coffee finished dripping, I poured a mug and carried it to our library. The library was the third, and smallest bedroom in our mid-century subdivision ranch house. The library window looked onto the 4’x4’ concrete slab we called a porch. The window was perpendicular to the front door. I could see whoever rang the doorbell, and tell door-to-door salesmen and Jehovah’s Witnesses to go away without getting up from my desk.
I sat on my antique office chair at my antique roll top desk, and rolled a sheet of paper into my 1926 Model 8 LC Smith typewriter. I had sold an incest novella to Greenleaf Publications the previous month. And was working on an outline for my next one.
Alice woke up and came into the library. She was no longer coughing, and wasn’t feverish, but I told her to stay home one more day
The phone rang. Carol picked up in our bedroom. “Oh no!”
I went to the bedroom, Carol put a hand over the mouthpiece. “Aunt Wilma’s had a heart attack. She’s going to have bypass surgery. We need you to drive us to Hobby.”
Both Carol and I drove old cars. Her’s was a red 1964 MG Midget her parents gave her as a graduation present. Mine was a silver gray 1960 Ford Falcon station wagon I bought in 1963 when I got out of the navy. I put mirror tinted film on the windows, and a red velvet drape behind the front seat. It was my Fuckwagon.
We quickly dressed. Carol packed some clothes in her suitcase. We picked her parents up at their house, and headed to Houston.
“Don’t you think you’re a little old for this thing?” My father-in-law, Jessie, asked.
“I’ll keep it until it falls apart,” I replied.
I met Alice’s Aunt Wilma at our wedding, and at a family Christmas gathering not long afterward. I learned a lot about her on the drive to the airport, as Carol and her parents shared memories about her.
Alice and I waved goodby as they boarded the plane to Tulsa.
I pulled into our driveway as the phone company truck parked at our curb. He was an hour early. While the phone guy installed Alice’s phone, I called Ted’s auto parts store.
“Mr. Henderson left a little after noon, and won’t be back until Tuesday morning.”
When I went to Alice’s bedroom, she was on her bed, on her hands and knees, facing the installer, who was explaining the phone to her while looking down the tee-shirt at her nipples. She knew he was admiring her nips, and he knew she knew he was admiring her nips.
“Ted already left Lake Jackson. He should be here soon.”
The installer left, holding his tool pouch in front of his crotch. He drove away a minute before Ted parked in his place.
“There was a family emergency, and Carol flew to Tulsa,” I said.
“I got my new phone!” Alice said, taking Ted’s hand and leading him to her bedroom. “Wanna see. I can’t wait to get my first phone call.”
“Get the phone number, Ted. Call her from my bedroom.”
He went into my bedroom. I went to the kitchen and stealthily lifted the handset off the cradle when Alice answered.
“You said you wouldn’t mind if I called you and talked dirty.”
“No, Ted, I don’t mind.”
“Did you like hearing me telling you how good your mother’s pussy felt when I fucked her?”
“Uh huh.”
“It didn’t bother you that your Daddy was letting your mother fuck other men, and suck their cocks and swallow their cum.”
“No. I heard Mom and Dad talking about the stuff they did with Uncle Bill when he stayed with us for a while.”
“What ‘Stuff’ did they talk about?”
“Fuckin’ and suckin’ cock and eatin’ pussy, and how Dad loved watching Mom getting fucked and sucking cocks, and tasting other men’s cum in her mouth and cunt and stuff. And how Dad gets off to people knowing all about what him and Mom do. Like I said, Dad is such a pervert. He gets off to people knowing that he wants Mom to fuck other men, and that he loves watching her suck cock and get fucked and that he loves tasting other men’s cum in Mom’s cunt and mouth.”
“And you said that you want to marry a pervert like your Dad, who’ll let you fuck anybody you want to fuck.”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you think you’re going to want to suck a lot of cocks and let a lot of men fuck you, like your hot Momma does.”
“Yeah. She told me that the more cock I get, the more I’ll want, and that once you start fucking, you don’t want to stop. And she’s right. I’ve been sucking Mr. Scott’s cock and he’s been eating my pussy for nearly a year, and he fucked me for the first time Saturday, and I want to do it some more. I want to fuck a lot more!”
“Who is Mr. Scott?”
“He’s the parks and rec dude.”
“The director of the city’s parks and recreation department,” I added.
“How old is he?”
“52.”
“Shall we gather in your bedroom or mine, Alice?”
“Yours. You got a bigger bed.”
She entered the room a few steps ahead of me, and sat on the bed on his left side. I sat on her left side.
“I told you about me and your Mom,” Ted said. “How about telling me about you and Mr. Jake Scott.”
“I was playing soccer, and sprained my ankle, and he carried me to his office, and…”
“Let Ted play the part of Mr. Scott,” I suggested. “Carry her to the living room and back.”