The family sat assembled around the immense dining-room table, and the low conversational tone of their voices punctuated and mingled with a comforting sound of spoons clinking against china plates. They were at the soup course, and John sat at the head of the table watching as the maid, Bonnie filled the soup bowls of his family.
"They're all mine!" he thought… even his daughter's husband and his son's wife came under the heading of "his" family! He was getting older, and the idea that he had spawned children who in turn would create others made him feel good. Indeed, they had already started with little Nancy! he thought. He looked down the table to where his little granddaughter sat, her glistening auburn hair, inherited from her mother tied in becoming pigtails.
"What an attractive and intelligent little girl!" he thought, beaming down the table at her. His eyes passed on to her mother, Susan, who sat next to his son.
"Wonder what's wrong with her?" John thought, letting his attention move on to his son. Jamie was paying little attention to his wife and daughter, John noticed. He seemed to be far away in his own thoughts and John recalled that he had always been like that even as a little boy… always moody and daydreaming! He made a mental note to speak to him some time when they were alone… to caution him about neglecting his family!
Across the heavily laden table, sat John's blonde daughter Tricia, ten years younger than her brother, her father still considered her the baby of the family, and it was hard for him to think of her in any other light but this. He gave his daughter a smile, trying to conceal his concern. She certainly did look every bit as much like a fairy princess as she always had! John mused, even if she did look just a wee bit drawn… as though she hadn't had enough sleep the night before. He saw his lovely daughter return his smile, and thought he detected a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"If that son-of-a-bitch has been mistreating her…!!" he thought furiously turning his attention to his son-in-law, Ike. Ike wasn't paying the least bit of attention to Tricia, but appeared to be very interested in something across the table! John followed his son-in-law's gaze and saw that he was looking down the front of Susan's dress! She was bending over sideways to pick up a dropped napkin and the firm, cream-white globes were almost visible to the nipples! John gulped too when he saw them, and figured he couldn't really blame Ike for looking… all the same it made him uneasy to see Ike looking at a woman other than Tricia like that, especially one who was his own relative by marriage!
The maid bustled out after having finished serving the soup but she paused at the door before leaving surveying the family group and thinking her own thoughts about them before announcing, "Madam said to start without her, she's unavoidably detained but will be down in a moment!"
John let out a whoop of amusement after the woman had left. "That 'Madam' she's talking about, is just my wife… you know her folks, good old Mama Livingston!" The entire table laughed, and Jamie stood up, raising his glass, in toast to "my mother, Madam Livingston… may she appear shortly amongst us, to grace our table with her illustrious presence!" His blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he sipped his excellent New York State wine. Carrie Livingston's airs as her husband John called them, were a standing family joke, although they were all careful not to make too much fun of her when she was present, as she had a notable lack of humour about her own quirks.
John started in on the creamy potatoe soup… he didn't care if Carrie wanted to call it Vichyssoise or not… to him it was just plain old potatoe soup… a little smoother than his mother used to make it when he was a boy on the farm.
He wondered what was keeping his wife so long… he had wanted to propose a toast himself, but now he had to wait until the entire family was together!
He had great hopes about the two week vacation he had suggested to the family. It would bring them all closer together, straighten out any problems that had to be straightened out! And what better place for it than at "Livingstons" his own resort where hundreds of strangers came to have a good time each summer season. He had purposefully turned down all requests for reservations for these first two weeks. They would all have a ball, he thought, riding the horses, swimming in the pool (since the weather promised to hold out, almost as though it were midsummer) playing golf, tennis, pool, and any of the many other activities that "Livingstons" offered its paying guests. For the next season, John was offering live entertainment, and the workmen were due to arrive around the middle of the month to begin work on the separate building that would serve as a nightclub. All in all, things were going splendidly, and he wanted to share some of his good fortune with his family… and he was especially interested in having two whole weeks when he would be seeing his lovely blonde daughter, Tricia, every day!
Jamie was enjoying his soup. It wasn't so bad being at the old house after all. Everyone seemed pleasant enough since their arrival a few hours ago in the trailer, and he was really very impressed with the changes and additions that his father and mother had made to the old place, which had only been one big house and a lot of land when he was a boy growing up. Now there were additions to the main house, including his mother's outrageously decorated bedroom suite, and there were several other buildings on the property, including the cabins some of the guests stayed in. There was also a swimming pool of Olympic proportions! What he wouldn't have given to have that there as a boy! He'd been surprised how glad he was to see his mother. He couldn't get over it. Each time he saw her she seemed to have gotten younger! She was something of a bother sometimes he'd thought upon seeing her run down to the car to meet him dressed in a smart slack-suit, but all in all he was really genuinely fond of the old girl!
He hadn't seen his sister, Tricia, in a while either, even though they lived within easy reach of each other in New York… he in a two story house near Sayville on Long Island, and she in an apartment in less affluent Queens. He couldn't for the life of him see why his younger sister had chosen to marry Ike… a very bad TV repairman, referred to by his sister when they first met as "an electronics engineer"! Well, at least the guy wanted to own his own store someday, Jamie thought, looking across the table at Ike, whose dark hair always seemed a shade too long, and who always looked like he needed a shave no matter when he shaved! Jamie being blonde didn't have that trouble, and he always felt a little envious of men who had heavy beards. He himself had tried to grow a moustache several times, but the results had always been too light to be effective, and he usually shaved the whole mess off after a couple of weeks. Scrutinizing his brother-in-law as unobtrusively as he could, Jamie decided that Tricia must have married him uniquely for his looks. "… and I'll bet he gives her what for in bed!" he speculated.
"Would you pass me the salt, please…" The familiar voice of his wife startled him, at once interrupting his chain of thought. Annoyed, he reached for one of several salt and pepper sets on the table and set them down before her plate.
"Thank you…" Susan said distinctly, in such a way that he knew she was rebuking him for not talking to her since they sat down at the table. Usually his reaction to such an attitude on her part would be to become even more unsociable, but suddenly he decided, the hell with it… why not really relax and have a good time since they were committed to being there for two weeks!
"Not at all!" he replied, turning to smile at his wife brilliantly. "Would you like some more wine, honey?" He downed his glass and reached for one of the bottles that the maid had left on the table.
Susan was at first startled by Jamie's change in attitude, and she didn't know whether he was being sarcastic or if she ought to take him seriously. She was feeling a little self-conscious about the low cut dress she had chosen to wear at dinner… but she was beginning to feel a little desperate about ever being attractive to her husband again, and while dressing, she'd made a split second decision on the provocative black dress that showed more of her amply proportioned breasts than usual. Smiling hopefully back at her husband, she searched his face for a sign. Jamie returned her look good naturedly, and Susan felt herself relaxing a little. Perhaps things would be alright after all! She allowed him to fill her empty wine glass to the brim, and as he toasted her she felt a surge of happiness run through her as she noticed his eyes taking in the magnificent swell of her almost naked breasts. If everything worked out alright that evening, perhaps they would make love that night! She was sure that Ike across the table from her was the type who made wild love to Jamie's sister every night… Lucky Tricia! she thought enviously.
"I want to toast too, Mommy!" little Nancy piped up. She was already bored by this adult's supper and was hoping she'd be able to finish eating and go outside soon. She had no intention of going to bed, but hoped to explore more of her grandparents' resort while no one was about to tell her what she should or shouldn't be doing.
"Of course, darling," Susan replied, clinking her glass to her daughter's soda filled wine glass. "Let's toast to a very successful evening!"
Ike had not failed to notice his beautiful auburn-haired sister-in-law's splendid figure. He had only met her once or twice before, but never had he suspected that she had such hidden talents! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on those babies, he thought! And what was better to get some good photographs of them for his secret collection. He was idly wondering if she ever sunbathed in the nude and congratulating himself for bringing up not only all his photographic equipment, but his new video recorder as well! He chuckled when he remembered Tricia's expression when she saw him putting all the cameras in the car. Poor Tricia! He hoped she got used to it all soon because he had no intentions of giving up his favorite hobby! He really didn't mind forcing his little blonde wife to do all these wild things though… in fact he had begun to enjoy that aspect of it more and more. And Tricia could not deny much longer that she was getting some good lays! He turned suddenly to her and whispered, "you know sweetie, if you'd just wise up to what you really like, you'd be a really groovy chick!"
Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father might overhear her husband talking to her like this.
"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that… I'm your wife… not some chick!!!"
Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was already ruining what she had hoped would be a happy reunion with her family, and Tricia felt mortified by the prospect of two whole weeks ahead of her, during which she could only try to make Ike behave! Looking across the table at her sister-in-law, Susan, Tricia thought that she had all the luck… being married to someone nice and quiet as her brother Jamie. Jamie was probably very considerate of her feelings, she thought, watching him pour wine for his wife.
These reveries were cut off in midstream by the sudden addition of music to the room. It was coming from the living room door, the door between the rooms having suddenly been flung open. Wild violin strings poured liquid tremolos of sound over the diners and as everyone looked up, they were more than astounded by what they saw!
Carrie Livingston stood framed in the doorway, posing as it were for her astonished family. Her height having always been an advantage for entrances, this time gave her the air of being almost seven feet tall, and although she was naturally a slender woman, in many ways she resembled an amazon. More than anything, it was an attitude she had which enabled her to exude an aura of just about anything she wanted. Tonight, she wanted pure glamour… pure beauty… pure sex. And this she achieved with ease. For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept from her shoulders to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush of material, caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond brooch that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not that it mattered whether it was held up or not, for the grandmother, mother, mother-in-law, and wife was wearing a dress that was almost completely transparent! This gave the most interesting and penetrating view of Carrie's magnificently preserved body to every member of the family at the long dining room table.
In spite of their second thoughts, the first thought of every man in the room, be it husband, son or son-in-law, was something to the effect of, "My God, what a figure!"
Carrie knew she looked good, so she stood there just long enough to let everyone get a good look, and then she ambled slowly into the room, her beaming smile and mascaraed eyes taking in each of them. Her large breasts swayed slowly as she moved, bouncing just the tiniest bit up and down, and the smooth line that moved at a tempting angle from her hip to her groin where the inverted crown of her pubic mound formed a perfect vee was clearly visible through the gauze of her gown.
"Hello… darlings…" she cooed, kissing each of them lightly on the cheeks and trailing a wake of sensuous "Caleche" perfume behind her. As she took her place at the end of the table facing her husband, she noted with amusement what looked like a sea of awestruck faces turned in her direction. All conversation had stopped, and John looked as though he were about to explode. Before this could happen, Carrie waved her hand and chimed out, "Marie! The champagne please!!!" Then she looked around her and said, "Isn't anyone going to hold my chair for me?"
Her son Jamie, who was closest, jumped up and pulled his mother's chair back. Obviously embarrassed, he took his place again, and looked down at his place setting. Beside him, Susan stared as though mesmerized at the visible crowns of her mother-in-law's nipples, which were firm and thick and apparently lightly rouged to make them stand out even more.
The champagne arrived just in time and everyone drank thirstily, happy for something to concentrate on other than Carrie's unorthodox dress. When the first two bottles were empty Carrie commanded that another two be brought, and no one, least of all herself objected to the flow of sparkling imported wine. By the time the roast venison had been devoured and the last course of dessert (apple pie and vanilla ice cream) had been served, most everyone felt completely at ease, no matter what their previous problems. Little Nancy had long since left after saying, "Gee whiz, Grandma, all of you is certainly pretty!" and the adults had entered into the pleasant haze of elation that good brut champagne can give to almost anyone.
John had quite forgotten his original fury at seeing his wife appear at a family gathering in such revealing attire, and was deep in conversation with his daughter about one of the many incidents of her childhood which he recalled with fond detail and loved to tell over and over again.
Ike was holding forth to both Carrie and Susan, his two in-laws, mother and sister about photography, promising to show them both some of his photographs which he just happened to have brought along. The two women seemed very interested, and Ike found himself thinking, "That's not all I'd like to show them!" For his first interest in Susan's low-cut dress had been replaced with great impact by his mother-in-law's revealing outfit.
"To think that she'd dare to do something like that!" he thought. "What guts! What balls!" It lead him to wondering just what else she might dare to do. He bet she'd had her fun in her time, and from what he could see, there was plenty of mileage left in her well cared for chassis! He was only a little ashamed to be thinking such things about his wife's mother, and that little bit vanished as he continued drinking the excellent champagne.
The only person who seemed to be unaffected by the mood of general gayety was Jamie, who couldn't quite get over the proximity of his nearly naked mother! It was just horrible, and the fact that everybody else was just ignoring it only added to his discomfort! He had always hated it when she showed off her shape just as if she were some teen-ager… but this was certainly the farthest she had ever gone in that direction.
When Carrie left the table to replace a broken champagne glass with one from the kitchen, Jamie followed her, and facing her in the quiet midst of the modern cooking appliances, he angrily suggested that she go put some clothes on. Since the maid had gone home, Carrie had no fear of being overheard.
"Hah!" she replied, tilting her head back and letting loose a charming laugh. "You take things much too seriously, Jamie! Always did… even when you were a little boy!"
Jamie felt his blood pressure rising. When she got going about "when he was a little boy" he often felt like throttling her, and this was no exception!
"Now… I took great trouble having this dress made… Marlene Dietrich wore one similar to it when she opened at…"
"But you're not Marlene Dietrich! You're my mother!" Jamie interrupted, fairly shouting.
"That's correct dear boy…" Carrie answered beginning to get annoyed by her son's persistence. "I am your mother… and you don't tell me what to do… if anything I tell you what to do!"
"I'm a grown man…" Jamie began, sputtering.
"And… I'm a grown woman! And what's more it certainly isn't the first time you've seen my body… why as a child you used to always come into the bathroom while I was bathing… I remember how wonderful it was when you used to scrub my back… such a look of concentration on your little face… you were such a darling…"
"No! Stop it!" Jamie yelled. "Will you shut up?? When will you stop trying to be young again? Why can't you just get old like everybody else's mother? How old are you anyway??????!"
Carrie stared at her son in amazement, her face turning white with rage. "I thought I'd taught my son some manners!" she said tersely. But Jamie had already turned his back to his mother and was halfway out the door. And then he was gone.
Carrie stood staring after him for a long moment, and then she put her hands up to her face and began to cry. Instead of returning to the dining room, she gathered up a new bottle of champagne from her endless supply and taking a glass with her, slipped out onto the back porch that adjoined the kitchen. There, she felt she would be free to cry all she wanted without anyone seeing… and there in the dark she would be allowed to have any fantasies she felt like.
She was still sitting there some time later when Ike wandered out into the kitchen. From there he noticed the doorway leading outside and wanting a much needed breath of fresh air, found himself on the porch with Carrie.
She was sitting in an old-fashioned swinging chair, staring remorsefully into the dark night. In one hand she held her champagne glass, in the other the bottle.
"Well… if it isn't the grand lady… I mean… Hi Mother Livingston!" Ike was feeling no pain, and he felt ready for any situation, any occasion. He plopped himself down on the swing beside Carrie, setting it to creaking and swaying and laughed good naturedly with surprise.
"Gee… I thought this damned thing was just an ordinary sofa!" he declared.
Carrie brightened considerably with the arrival of her new company, rising to the occasion by blotting her smeared mascara as best she could and deciding to make the best of an almost ruined evening.
Before too long they were both roaring with laughter and telling each other dirty stories. Ike did not worry about being missed inside, as Ike knew that everyone was pretty much beyond caring. And if anyone did care they could just come on out and find out how much more pleasant it was out on the porch!
For the first time, Carrie was appreciating the young man her daughter had married. He really wasn't so bad at all! she thought through a haze of alcohol. And he did have all that dark curly hair. That was really quite appealing. And he knew how to tell a good joke! What was more, he seemed to be most appreciative of her own wit and charm, and Carrie felt more than grateful to him for that. She felt her self-esteem rising again after the fit of depression her son had caused.
"And then he touched her there and there! And said, 'But you promised not to laugh!'" Ike finished up the punch line of his joke and feeling a sudden inspiration, he illustrated it by touching his mother-in-law lightly twice… once on each breast. The two rouged nipples were still visible, and even in the dark of the porch, Ike could see them. The scent of the older woman's perfume penetrated him, and as he realized just what he had done, a thrill of lust spread through him. He saw that Carrie was not laughing, but was giving him a rather curious look. He held his breath a moment taking in the pale beauty of her features. God she was beautiful! Much more beautiful than her daughter Tricia would ever be! He felt a strong field of attraction growing up between them, and the longer each of them went without speaking, the stronger it grew. Suddenly, there was nothing else for him to do but lean forward and kiss her.
He found her lips warm and slightly parted, and as he pressured them with his own, he felt them trembling. She was accepting his kiss! The sweetness of forbidden fruit crept into each of their minds and Ike let his tongue wander far into the back of the older woman's mouth.
Carrie felt the shock of Ike's kiss as strongly as if he had struck her across the face. Her whole being accepted it… wanted it, cried out for it! In it was the recognition she had been seeking… it said, "You are beautiful… young… desirable!" The heat of alcohol she'd consumed mingled in her veins with the surging power of long pent-up desire. Her subconscious wish for a lover had been answered! And yet, of course, it wasn't entirely that simple… was anything ever simple…? Her eyes flickered open and she looked intensely at the man who was now gathering her into his arms… her daughter's husband!
"Oh no… oh no, Ike…" she said pushing him away from her. The swing creaked and groaned. "No… please… I can't… we can't… certainly not!"
But Ike pretended she had said nothing… "What a magnificent creature!" he said leaning forward again. His throat felt dry and harsh. He could see the resemblance to Tricia in this older woman's face, and an odd mixture of excitement and curiosity took hold of him. He felt her stiffen and draw back as he took hold of her, but then after a second of hesitation, she let him pull her to him again. He kissed her hard, trying to eradicate any shades of guilt or doubt in either of their minds.
Things were happening so fast that Carrie's brain was spinning too fast for her to catch up with it. She tried to pull away but her son-in-law held onto her still tighter, his hot tongue pushing deep inside her mouth reaching all the secret corners, pursing her tongue agilely. She felt hot waves of desire flashing through her, but still she tried to stop him. But Ike pushed her head back so that it was resting on the back of the porch swing, her body arching up against his, her breasts pressed up against his hard chest.
"Nnnnnoooooooo…" she protested, unconvincingly.
Suddenly, Ike's hands were running up and down the smooth expanse of exposed flesh on Carrie's back and at that instant, the taste of his mouth on hers became delicious.
"Oh, God!" she thought. "What the hell am I doing?" But even as she asked herself the question, her body was answering it for her. With a mind of its own, it knew what it wanted, despite any objections Carrie might be able to conjure up. It wanted Ike's male hardness. And she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach as she realized shamefully how much she wanted him… wanted her own son-in-law!
His hands manipulated the excited mounds of her breasts and she made no move to stop him. How could anyone stop something that felt that good? She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the valley between her bulging white breasts and bit hard on her lower lip as Ike's tongue trailing a line of saliva around her cheeks toward the petite shell-like orifice of her ear. She felt his breath hot and moist and it seemed as if it was going directly into her brain, fogging everything up in there!
An old sense of adventure and wickedness filled her now and as her daughter's husband's other hand moved down to her knee and then up toward her thigh, pushing the folds of her dress back as it climbed, she felt a flood of wetness between her thighs emanating from the blonde downy triangle that nestled so tightly up between them as she squeezed her legs hard together. She pressed her buttocks down harder into the cushion of the couch trying to avoid the inescapable moment when his fingers would reach her wetly pulsating vaginal slit. She couldn't believe that she could actually let him touch her there! And yet, he showed every intention of doing just that. His fingers moved firmly upward, above the line of her stockings where they met firm smooth naked flesh. Carrie pressed her buttocks down hard against the swing seat, feeling his fingers move upward against the flesh of her soft inner thighs with greater certainty now.
He was almost there.
Then his fingers brushed the soft, nervously trembling mound of her sex, covered by the thin sheer fabric of her nylon panties and Carrie moaned audibly and closed her eyes tight, letting the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her. Even though his moving fingers were separated from her excited pussy by the thin material of her panties, it felt almost as though he were touching her naked flesh. She found herself parting her legs slightly, almost as though she herself had nothing to do with it. They were parting to allow his middle finger access to the tight elastic legband of her panties that ringed her upper thighs… only that thin, pussy-moistened nylon band stood between his finger and the expectantly waiting paradise of her cunt.
Almost violently, she threw her arms around her young son-in-law's neck, pulling him still closer to her hungry body, her tongue squirming back at him blindly while his middle finger slipped slowly and teasingly under the elastic legband of her thin white panties. Then, strangely, a perverse pleasure began to expand inside her. It was wonderful to feel the obscene thrill of his thick digit pushing aside the soft nylon and sliding over the highly sensitive pinkness between her legs. Her quivering cunt seemed to feel each slight indentation upon his finger as it slowly parted the soft sparse pubic hair and began a steady teasing at the trembling little mouth of her hidden vagina.
He continued flicking at it, making her whimper and squirm in his arms and then his other hand slipped into the open vee of her gown to touch the hard pebble-like nipples that were already like hot little poker tips. He felt an inferno of desire rushing through him and knew that he would have to have his way with her.
"Yes…" Carrie hissed. "… oh, yes… yessssssss…" as involuntarily she began to move her hips back and forth in time to the rhythm of her young son-in-law's lewd finger-fucking.
Suddenly Ike gave a sudden twist to her nipple that made her cry out in pain and in the same instant, worm two fingers at the same time high up into her hotly clenching vagina.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…"
The impact of the blunt ends of Ike's fingers striking against the soft end of her cervix high up in the confines of her now shamelessly pulsing cunt created wave after wave of startling pleasure.
Ike began a steady back and forth motion of his fingers high into his mother-in-law's smooth cuntal channel. Perspiration popped out all over his face as he realized just what was taking place. For God's sake, he thought. Here he was with his hand up his mother-in-law's pussy while his wife and her husband not to mention the rest of the fuckin' family was sitting in the house, not fifty feet from where the two of them sat, totally involved in the most intimate of ways!
Then, without warning, Carrie grabbed Ike's invading hand in both of hers and with a muffled, almost silent scream rammed his fingers deep and hard into her quivering vaginal channel, churning and clenching the smooth wet cuntal walls around them as the beginning of a shattering climax began to well up inside her.
"… now… NOW…" she groaned in a half-whisper and then bit down hard on her lower lip as she felt her throbbing pussy expand and ripen as with a shattering suddenness, her vaginal muscles tightened and she drew in a deep breath. Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her being to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carrie moaned out lewd encouragement to her son-in-law as completely deranged by lust, she turned into a helpless mass of quivering, cumming, female flesh.
Wave after wave of hot violent flashes slammed throughout her body as her vaginal juices spilled out and over Ike's invading fingers until exhausted, Carrie, her legs still limply spread, went completely loose and slumped into a satiated heap on the old swinging sofa.