I'm Mel's Dad, 29 The Day After

TWENTY-NINE

'The Day After'

The scene is lit by the slanting light of the rising sun.

We three are breathing deep.

Stunned by the image of your mother hanging stretched open, painted with sauce, the basting brush handle dangling from her pussy, the grilling fork hanging where Saisha stuck it into her tit.

I am stiff. Painfully rigid.

You both are panting, gasping.

I look down to you, staring out the window in awe.

Not horrified. Wondering.

Excited.

Betty steals her arm from my hips and curls her fingers around my cock.

"Wow. That's been a while."

"Indeed. And this is what she came back for."

"Quite a neighborhood you've got here."

"Yep. Much more interesting group of people than I suspected."

"What?"

"The only one's I was sure of were Charles and Saisha."

"Who invited them all?"

"That was all on Charles. Actually, I think he was surprised.

"The preacher, the prof. And so glad the ballers went both ways. Add a bit of spice.

"And the Twins, I knew they were sexy, but... whoosh!"

"Whoosh indeed."

"Marketable?"

We both laugh.

"What's funny?" you ask.

Betty answers, "It's all on the maindrive back at the farm. Jim can edit it into... cash. If that's OK."

"Can we get a copy?"

"Of course."

"Cool."

I breathe into Betty's ear, "What's happened to Jim?"

"I sent him home. I'm staying."

You ask, "All night?"

"We'll see, Mel."

I take a step back to stand behind you, as you both lean on counter,.

I wrap an arm around each of you and, cupping your far tits, I pull you together, mashing you side to side.

I slip easily into your cunt, open, eager and dripping.

I stroke in and out half a dozen times.

I pull out, you turn to look at me, disappointed, just in time to see me drive into Betty's equally inviting pussy.

She is startled and turns to look back at me.

Your faces brush against each other and, surprised, you move to kiss.

You wrap one arm over her back, she lays a hand on the back of your head.

I pull out of her and return to fill your hot, swampy cunt.

I continue this, you continue this, she continues this.

We are slow.

Enjoyment, pleasure, relaxed engagement.

I like this.

This is as it is

As it should be.

I am deep into Betty when you turn round to face me and lean your ass against counter.

You pull me to you.

You take my slick cock and lay the head between your labia and rotate.

A dance.

I try to enter, your rise away, still maintaining contact, but denying entry.

Suddenly, you lift your legs and wrap them around my waist. Your weight impales you onto me to the hilt instantly.

I gasp.

You roll onto your back on the counter, pulling me on top of you.

I fuck you wildly, furiously, surprised into eager ardor.

You wrap both arms around my head and hold me in a deep, lovingly violent kiss.

I pound into you, bouncing you off the counter.

Betty kneels behind me and licks my ass, her tongue dancing over my cheeks, along my crack.

She struggles to maintain contact, so she grips my hips and holds her face tightly to my ass.

Her tongue taps at my hole. Twirling. Demanding entry. Stabbing into me.

I am driven to wilder exertions.

Our gasps and moans echo in the kitchen. As do the sounds of your ass slapping the counter.

Betty moves to take one of my balls into her mouth.

I must stop moving or risk having my sack ripped open.

You respond by doing that rippling action in your pussy that draws me deeper and causes my engorged cock to grow inside you.

I love this.

I love this.

Betty draws back, allowing my nut to slither from her lips.

I pull out of you, turn, and feed Betty my cock.

She takes it in deep, practiced and open.

She draws back, her lips pulsing along my shaft as she does.

And she most certainly does.

Her tongue slithers delightfully around my head as she holds me by the shelf.

She then slowly moves onto me again, rubbing my sponginess against the roof of her mouth, allowing seamless, ungagged entry into her throat.

Ahhhhhhh

Oh, yes.

She does.

Most certainly.

You kneel beside her and join her ministrations.

The two of you make an excellent team.

When I am deep in her, your tongue laps my balls and licks around my base, stroking her lip.

As she pulls away, your tongue flicks and laves my shaft.

I weakly collapse back against the counter, supporting my arms on my palms.

I watch the two of you.

I am so lucky.

Astonishing.

I have come so many times over this night, that I climax without ejaculating.

That's never happened before.

It feels marvelous.

All the oxytocic and endorphin rush - without the mess.

I do so love new experiences.

I love you, Sweet.

Always have.

And Betty has always been most interesting.

As I deflate, you two turn to each other.

Betty holds your head to hers with both hands.

You slide your hands down to her huge, heavy tits, digging into her flesh-covered pudding.

She twists to the side and you dig in harder.

She presses against you, then jerks away.

You do not release her giant udders and they stretch, giving her reason to scream.

Her scream tears through your mouth.

She jerks and writhes - not trying to escape, but trying to wrench more pain from your grip.

You oblige her and, digging into her harder, you fling your arms up and to the side.

'Lift and separate' indeed.

You stand and drag her to her feet.

You lift her off her feet by her soft handles.

You whip her side to side, her legs penduluming beneath her.

I know she loves this.

You flip her hard and release her to crash, ass-first onto the island.

She convulses in wild orgasm.

You leap to her, covering her fat pudendum with your ravaging mouth.

Your hair is sweat-pasted to your back, gleaming.

As she relaxes from her climax, she lifts herself to you.

Offering. Encouraging.

You oblige.

It is so wonderful to see you so enthusiastic.

I watch as the two of you join as one to maximize Betty's pleasure.

To wring another orgasm from her.

Your hands return to abuse her tits, slapping, pinching, punching.

And she meets each of your blows eagerly as you rain them onto her.

She twists away from you and leaps from the island.

Her left hand presses you down, pinning you to the hard surface.

She looks swiftly around and grabs the large wooden mixing spoon.

You turn your head to watch her as she slams blow after blow onto your ass.

The oval imprints spring up red as she paints your ass ferociously.

I feel the blood rushing to stiffen my cock - but there is no result.

My head swims in the backflow.

You roll onto your back and her relentless assault continues on your perfect breasts.

She targets especially your nipples, the clatter of wood on metal sounding a musical note.

You wrap your legs around her hips and hump up against her, cunt smashing cunt.

She tosses away the spoon to clatter against the wall and fall onto the counter by the sink.

She hugs you to her tightly and, together, your grind against each other.

I am enthralled.

I grope my limp cock and finger my balls.

This is glorious spectacle.

I wish I had a camera to film it.

Ahhhh - I remember... it is being streamed to the farm and recorded there.

It is unlikely I am the only audience.

I like this.

Very much.

You roll on top of her, your hair trapped beneath her back.

Your head is pinned so that all you can do is mouth the bulging side of her massive tit.

You dance your tongue around on the fat udder and up into Betty's armpit.

She, moaning, moves, rolling and squirming, to offer you easier access.

And you take advantage of that.

She rolls towards you, covering your face - your head - smothering you with her huge pudding bag of a breast, which also pins your ear hard to the floor.

Betty rises up, which frees your hair and she kneels, straddling your waist.

She feeds her heavily hanging tit to your mouth and you suckle eagerly.

Arching her back, she presses your firm tits between her thighs and rubs her wet, opening pussy on your firm, upstanding breasts.

She works her clit with your bars.

I'd never thought of that use for your nipple jewelry.

Unbelievably, my cock starts to stiffen again.

Dizzy, I sit back against the edge of the sink counter and watch you.

You curl up and hook your heels on her shoulders.

You roll up and end up on top of her, veiled by your golden hair.

Betty is flat on her back and you flatten down against her, scrubbing tit to tit.

Her legs are forked wide by your narrow hips.

My dick, pumped a quarter full, deflates.

I am still breathing as if rock hard and the rest of my body hasn't gotten the memo from my flaccid cock.

She is laughing as she lifts her ass to grind her cunt against your ass.

You rise up and look around, you see the whisk lying on the counter.

You grab it and assault her fat mammaries with the metal coils.

You smash it down ferociously, driving joyful screams from her open throat.

I like that song.

I stiffen a bit more.

You concentrate on her nipples, alternating strikes, laying down thin lines from the impacting wires of the whisk.

She begins twisting side to side to offer you cleaner shots.

You are both cooperating in a dance that leaves the tips of her massive udders a cross-work of very thin red lines that converge and blend into irregular blotches covering the whole area.

You stop striking and, laying the edge of the tool on one engorged nipple, you twirl the whisk, shuddering the nipple with the rotating wires.

The sound she makes is a perfect expression of that shuddering, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Celebrating the feeling.

She looks down to watch intently as you switch tits.

Her pants shudder.

Her pants shudder.

She looks up at you and smiles her gratitude at your abuse.

You slap the wire tool down hard once on each tit. Each bounces and ripples in response.

Her hands reach up to cup and fondle her tortured mams.

My cock has stiffened and fallen again.

My body still hasn't gotten the memo.

I feel ready to spear and pump.

You move to her cunt, hammering the tool onto her mound.

She lift her hips and spreads her knees, offering herself to you.

You accept the offer and slash and pummel her fat pudenda.

Her throat opens and a sound somewhere between a scream and a howl echoes through the kitchen.

You rub the loops along her slit, which opens to you.

As your stroke, her pussy lips suck on the whisk and you shove it into her.

Her gasping encourages you and you twirl the wire cage, scrambling on the engorged and tender softness inside.

She pumps up, swallowing the whisk, pumping, setting a new, insistent rhythm.

You accommodate that and when she lifts, you thrust, you withdraw when she does.

She clutches her tits, her fingertips disappearing into her fleshy mounds.

She throws her head back, banging her skull against the floor.

You suddenly stiffen, your back arched.

Blood suffuses your face, you are aglow, lit from within.

You are coming - as hard as I have ever seen you come.

My cock is raging at the sight.

And collapses.

As soon as you relax, you jump up and run out the door, leaving Betty shivering and panting.

Leaving me shivering and panting.

Half of the handle of the whisk in her cunt protrudes from between her lips.

I squat beside her and twirl and jack the whisk, extending her orgasm.

Her body shivers, pulsing, her skin riding the waves of her pudding's passion.

I jerk the whisk out of her sheath and fall onto her, sucking and biting her mound.

My tongue lapping at her flow.

She is calm, acquiescent.

She allows my oral ministrations.

Welcomes the relief.

Ripples down to a deep calm.

Rampant yet again, I thrust her thighs apart and in one stroke sheathe into her liquid cave. her muscles lax, offering neither resistence nor stimulation.

I fuck a tube of hot mud.

And it feels marvelous.

Betty rotates her hips beneath me, stirring around my rod with her pudding.

It has been a long time since she and I had this together.

We hear you come through the door and both turn to see you return.

You carry the long, fat strap-on we'd left in the yard.

You look at us, me on top of Betty and crammed fully into her.

Something about the way we both are looking at you amuses you and you laugh.

And that amuses us.

You take the massive dick into your mouth and give it a sloppy wet blowjob.

The belts dangle and bounce against your chin and throat.

You look absolutely ridiculous.

We all laugh.

Our laughter shakes Betty and I - and that makes us laugh more.

This is fun.

And I stiffen a bit more into her spongy, wet pussy.

You bend down, your knees flexed a little, to step into the loopy belts that will hold this huge prick onto your pussy.

Bent over like that, your hair frames you, draping over your sides and shoulders to pile on the floor.

Still, after two decades, your beauty astonishes me.

How can such beauty exist in the real world?

In my world?

I am so glad, so grateful.

I love you, Sweet.

As we watch you putting it on, lifting one leg to set your foot into the belting, you wobble a bit.

Your hair-drape waves, slithering over you, sliding along the surface of your exquisite form.

I smile.

Betty twitches beneath me and lifts slightly.

I thrust deep into her.

Once.

And hold.

You step over and kneel over her head, tightening the belts.

She strains her neck, stretching, eager to take you in.

Her tongue flicks the end of your cock.

You tilt your hips towards her and she opens for you, inviting you to take her.

You press slowly into her, smoothly, until your ass covers her nose.

She had not required you to pause at the entry to her throat, she simply swallowed you whole.

Just as slowly you pull out.

And she strains again, following you as far as she can.

With each thrust into her you increase your speed.

A little.

Each time as you bottom out, she squeezes me.

I simply hold. Deep in her, watching you enter her mouth.

Each time you are fully in, you hold, just a bit longer.

When you have sped up to the point of pumping, I look up to your face.

Your chin is up, exposing your throat.

Your eyes are closed, your breathing deep and timed to your thrusting.

Your firm breasts dance on your chest.

I reach up to dandle the bars through your nipples.

You smile and open your eyes, beaming joy to me.

Damn, you are gorgeous.

You pick up speed and are soon fucking her mouth, driving her towards me with each stroke.

She rocks along with you, echoing your invasion by impaling herself on my cock.

You steady yourself, squishing your hands deep into her massive breasts, using your palms as your fulcrum point.

You speed up.

You speed up.

Together, the three of us bring her to a shuddering climax, shivering, spitted on our poles.

You and I breathe, our eyes blending in quiet pleasure.

As you and I enjoy our blending, Betty jells back to consciousness.

She extracts herself from our spitting.

She rolls off the island and kneels at your feet.

Placing her hand on the backs of your thighs, she leans towards you to suck your cock.

Holding you steady, she rocks on her knees, taking you deep and backing off.

Her udders form to your thighs.

I slip up behind you and, guide my cock between the gaps in the harness you strapped tight on your hips.

I enter your ass from behind - slowly with short jabs timed to her actions.

You wriggle onto me, which stirs you in Betty's mouth.

She reaches past you to grip my thighs and pull me firmly into you.

Holding me fully sheathed.

You massage me with your anal rings, rippling along my shaft and drawing me deeply into the hot, wet and spongy softness of your anus.

I reach around and maul your tits, fingers digging into your firmness and pulling them apart from center.

Stretching them from the root.

You arch back, driving your cock into her mouth.

She starts bobbing up and down, her forehead slapping against your belly.

I let your breasts ooze from my fingertips, catching the bars and jerking your nipples up and out.

You gasp and scream on the inhale.

Such a wondrous sound.

I speed up and begin to pummel into you with increasing ferocity.

You step forward to accommodate, driving deeper into Betty's mouth, forcing her to lean back.

She clutches my butt for balance, digging into my cheeks, spreading them apart.

I feel the air breeze across my asshole and cram deeper against your ass.

You take another accommodating step forward and I follow, hammering into you.

Betty loses her grip on my ass and is knocked backwards to the floor.

You stumble forward, stepping past her, I follow and straddle Betty's head.

She's on her back on the floor, knees kipped to her side, knees spread wide.

I lower myself down and lay my cock on her face.

She tongues my balls, then strains up to lap along my shaft.

I draw back and enter her mouth slowly, gently.

She works her tongue and lips expertly to my great pleasure.

I come, dribbles, into her welcoming mouth and subside in that post orgasmic lethargy, to lay myself down beside her.

Her mouth still sucking and stroking along my cock.

Right leg covering her arm, left bent over to trap her udders, vising them tightly between my thigh and calf.

You have moved to her feet and, lifting her knees, you roll her up, hooking her legs over your shoulders.

You ram your huge strap-on into her ass in one brutal go.

She exhales mightily around my limpening cock, expelling me to lay against her cheek.

Your ferocity causes her loose masses to ripple and shudder under your assault.

You grab her knees and shove them to the floor, bracing our heads.

I rip my leg from between you two, her pudding sacks giving way easily.

Continuing to cram into her ass with your monster, you release her knees and dig into her udders.

She lifts her ass, welcoming your brutal assault.

I watch for a while, marveling at the rapid slapping of your hips on her soft ass.

I am amazed at an attack so cruel and brutal, can be such an engaging dance of mutual erotic pleasure.

You, like a mad and vengeful beast; Her an eager and willing victim, seeking release through self-sacrifice and surrender to your assault.

Inspired, I take up the spatula and tattoo your firm and thrusting ass, painting over your twin globes with evil looking red splotches.

This drives you to a greater fury and her grunts, timed with your plungings, echo off the tile of the kitchen.

Suddenly, you both explode and you fly back to collapse against the island, panting, glowing with suffused blood.

Betty shudders as she comes, shivering like a jello mold in an earthquake.

Panting and open-throated rumbles, slow and quiet.

The tumult in the kitchen subsides.

As do we three.

You crawl back to her and kiss her pliant lips, she wraps her ams around your head and holds you firm.

You pet and pat her massive tits, toying with her huge, stiff nipples.

Your cock dribbles her clinging fluids along her side where it hovers like a patient snake.

You move up and feed her the strap-on, which she eagerly takes in.

I comb my fingers through your hair, ranging it along your beautiful sweaty torso, clearing the way for me to wrap you in my arms and lie on the floor beside you.

Our breathing is deep, slow and harmonious.

She suckles on your dick.

We are satisfied, satiated, happy, exhausted.

This is a good place to be.

We have been awake and active since yesterday morning, it is mid-morning now.

We relax onto the floor, drifting.

I like this.

This is as it should be.

I like this.

We drift.

Slowly, gently, we recuperate, revive.

"Shower."

"Yes, Sweet, that would be..."

Betty rises first and gives you a hand up.

The two of you are such a beautiful contrast.

I clumsily get to my feet, bracing myself on your shoulders for support.

I glance out the window and notice your mother, abandoned, limp, basting brush handle sticking out of her cunt, fork still hanging from her tit.

You two notice me noticing and look out as well.

We watch without comment for a few moments.

The yard is empty now, except for the scattered furniture, a few bits of crumpled debris, and your mother hanging suspended over the grill, now grown fully cold.

We three climb the stairs, you two holding hands, me following, one hand on her shoulder, the other on your waist.

My hand slips down to cup your asscheek, thrilled to feel the workings of your glute beneath your skin, beneath your honey-gold veil.

All my body reacts as if to raise an erection - of course that is again an impossibility, considering.

I am light headed with erotic delight.

You both silently ascend before me.

You step into the shower to turn it on and adjust its temperature and force.

Betty draws me down to a kiss.

Sloppy, happy.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"It has been a while."

"Indeed. Let's not let this much time pass again."

"Come out to the farm. Jim would love to have you."

I laugh. "I'll bet he'd love to have Mel."

She laughs, "You know that. As would the others."

"We'll get out..."

"Hey, come on, guys, get on in here."

"Yes, Sweet."

After a quick wiggle-dance to find our footing and place in the stream, I lean back, my elbows against the wall and watch the two of you.

Betty turns you to face the shower and flips the wet rope of your water-darkened honey hair to hang heavily over your breasts.

You set your palms on the wall - one each side of the showerhead.

You turn your face up into the stream, then lean back to let the hot water pummel your tits.

She squeezes the Dr Bronner's almond soap onto her tits and begins to rub them on your back.

Her ass and spine snake delightfully as she thoroughly soaps your back - and gives you an exquisite standing nuru massage.

She bends her knees to rub her tits over your ass, and uses her hands to press one of her bags between your cheeks and thighs.

And up tightly against your crotch.

You thrust your ass back in offering to her ministrations.

She resoaps and squats down onto her heels, swirling her udders around your thighs, then lifts each leg in turn to attend to calf and foot.

With her hands on your hips, she turns you to face her and begins rising along your shins, slowly standing to massage your thighs with her soapy tits.

You look at me and watch me watching you as your cunt is laved by her massive sacks.

You smile and spread your legs, granting her access.

She spends entirely more time than necessary for cleanliness.

You close your eyes and lean your head back.

Water cascades over your shoulders and washes around, over and between your tits.

So lovely.

Betty resoaps and slithers over your tummy and up to your tits.

To get direct contact, she must pull you down by your shoulders.

You flex your knees and I watch, enthralled, as your face reflects the pleasure of her breasts engulfing your perfections.

God, girl, you are beautiful.

She pulls you down further, forcing you to squat before her as she washes your face with her... let's face it, now soapless mammaries.

But I enjoy the vision of your knees spread wide to accommodate her legs.

You flex to press your cunt against her shins.

You suck her nipples as she combs her fingers through your hair, holding it up to be rinsed in the stream.

Weak in the knees, I slide down to sit against the wall, my knees high.

Betty lifts you up to a deep and lingering kiss, shower splashing off your back.

This is art.

I like it.

While drying myself, I watch the two of you vigorously, drying each other.

Each sensuously rubbing the other's body with our thick, soft towels.

You two have quickly grown close.

I am glad.

Betty stops in the living room on her way out and we stand, watching as she checks in on the Farm's computer where all that happened yesterday and last night was recorded by her cameras.

She replays quickly, fast-forwarding often, as we watch again what we watched before on the big screen.

You and I hold each other tight, snuggling to the memory.

Those watching the live-stream, had been sending a steady stream of interactive chat - giving instructions and requests.

All, of course had been ignored, unnoticed on this end.

A quick review of the scenes in the backyard show very little of interest, although the cheerleaders and footballers are more engaged physically than they had been before their office adventures with your mother.

The pastor and his wife had left straight away.

Your mother's former boss's wife led him away by the wrist like a pet on a leash.

The families with kids filtered out quickly.

And we were, in the end, treated to replays from many angles of the aftermath under the moonlight.

And finally, your mother's slump into her ropes, totally exhausted, spent, was recorded, and is still in view live, now.

"This will be good. There's a lot to work with."

"Yep. Jim can edit this into gold."

"Do we need to worry about getting permission to publish this from the people?"

"Well, Sweet, we would if we put it on the market, but the Farm only allows sales to..." I look to Betty, "... 'members'? What do you..."

"'Members' is as good as anything. Mel, there are many involved, but we are really a pretty tightly closed group."

"OK, I was just wondering. The preacher could be REALLY embarassed."

I laugh, "And his wife."

"Ah, that's Jim driving up now," smiles Betty as she steps out the door.

We watch from the kitchen as she gathers her clothes from the yard and dresses leisurely, watching your mother where she hangs.

Passing her, suspended from the tree, she wrenches the fork from her tit and bangs it against her face several times.

Your mother throws her head back and screams, though we can't hear it from here.

Betty lays the fork on the table as she passes on her way out the gate.

She shuts it behind her.

You and I support each other to climb the stairs and collapse together on top of bedclothes, exhausted.

We're alone together, you cradled in my arms and nestled against me.

We lie, drifting in our world.

Drifting.

Sleep blankets us.