Southern Hospitality

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Monday morning around nine-thirty the phone rang. Rosalie answered, and

in her strong southern drawl she said, "Hello." Only a true Southerner can take five seconds to say a simple two syllable word.

"Miss Rosalie, this is Betty Lou, Iris's daughter,"

Rosalie smiled broadly. The warmth of her smile was transmitted over the phone lines as she said, "Yes. Hello, Betty Lou. How is your mother?"

"Not great. She has been in poor health for some time. That's why I had to quit school and come back home."

"I was sorry to hear about that. Do you think she's up for a visit? I could make a casserole and come by around noon today."

"She would appreciate that," the young woman said, "Em. You may not know, but I've been dancing at the Dollhouse Gentleman's Club." Betty Lou was so embarrassed that she had to pause and take a deep breath.

Rosalie said kindly, "I know you are a good girl. Sometimes we have to do difficult things. Never be ashamed of taking care of your family."

"Thank you, Ma'am. The reason I'm calling is I saw your son-in-law, Rick, there last night. I don't recollect seeing him there before. He drank too much and he was handsy. Nothing us girls aren't used to. I thought you'd want to know."

"I see," Rosalie said. "Summer has been out of town on business. Thank you for calling. I will address this. Tell you mother to expect me."

^^^

Rosalie made a plan and her famous chicken and cornbread casserole. She visited with Betty Lou and her mother. They ate and chatted.

^^^

When Rick arrived home after work, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He headed that way and hollered, "Summer, are you home?"

When he turned the corner, he saw a woman washing dishes in the sink. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a queen bee style bun. She was naked except for an apron. His eyes naturally went to her exposed tanned buttocks.

The image caused him to stop short. That wasn't his wife. That was his mother-in-law.

Rosalie turned, smiled, and said, "Hello, Richard. I made dinner for you: pork chops and collard greens. Summer's been gone so long that I was afraid you weren't eating right."

Rosalie couldn't have been more cordial or look more at ease. Rick was freaking out because she was in his house and practically naked. Her heavy breasts were barely contained by the apron. They spilled out the side.

"Ah. Ah. Ah..." he stammered.

"Your dinner is in the oven. It's not ready yet," she said. "It's a beautiful evening. Why don't we sit on the patio?"

"Ah. Sure."

"Shall we be a little naughty?" Rosalie asked as she winked at him. "I made Whiskey Sours. Wash your hands, take off your tie, and join me outside."

He nodded. He stood in the kitchen and watched his mother-in-law remove the apron. She was an attractive older woman: elegant, feminine, and poised. As always, she had on her pearl necklace.

He wasn't looking at her pearls.

His eyes scanned her womanly body. Like his wife, she had an hour-glass figure. Rosalie's exceeded the standard 36-24-36 dimensions in every category. However, since she maintained the ratio and she was naked, Rick thought she looked sexy as hell.

He said to himself, "Never in a million years would I have expected to see this prim and proper woman naked."

He studied her breasts. Her big beautiful tanned tits sagged. He wasn't surprised. She was fifty-years-old and had birthed three children. They were nice and, dare he think it, better than his wife's pair.

Her boobs were large and soft looking. He couldn't help but stare at them.

Her nude body was tanned and pillowy. A bushy patch of black pubes covered her vagina.

Rosalie got a pitcher out of the refrigerator. It contained their cocktails. As she poured them into glasses, he removed his coat and tie, and washed his hands.

He followed her outside to the patio. He carried the pitcher and ogled her swaying big round bottom. She stopped by a chaise lounge and handed him a drink.

Rosalie raised her glass, and said, "To family."

"Ah. Yes. Family," Rick said. They clinked glasses and drank. She sipped; he took a big gulp.

"Rosalie," he said. "I'm confused. I don't understand what's happening. Why are you naked?"

Rosalie smiled. She gestured that he should sit. There were two chaise lounges on the patio. He sat on one. She grabbed his ankles and put them on the chair so he was on the reclining chair with his back resting against the raised section.

She stood over him, and said, "I understand that you are such a fan of naked women that last night you went to the Dollhouse Club."

"Ah. Ah. Ah," he stuttered. His face turned red. He looked guilty.

Rosalie put her drink down, straddled his hips, and climbed on to his lap.

She smiled, and toyed with his hair. She looked him in the eyes, and said, "I know how men are. They have needs and your wife has been out of town for ten days due to a training seminar."

She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. His eyes got big. He looked scared. His hands fell off her body. Rosalie grabbed them again and placed them on her boobs. She held them there and pushed them into her soft feminine flesh.

She said, "Don't you enjoy touching my breasts? They sag, but men seem to like them. When I walk around town, they all look. My husband can't get enough of them, but maybe he has to act that way. I think it's covered by the vow he professed before God when we were married. The part about 'to love and to cherish'.

"You can touch and squeeze 'em."

"I can't. I shouldn't."

"I'm giving you permission. You didn't have a problem grabbing the tits and asses of the girls at the Dollhouse last night."

His red face turned redder as he said, "You know about that?"

"It's a small town."

She rubbed his hands over her breasts. Her dark nipples were big and hard. She said, "People saw you at a strip club. It's embarrassing. If Summer learns about it, it will break her heart."

"You're right. It was a stupid thing to do."

"I know you're from the North and people do things differently there. Here we take family seriously. The day you married my daughter. I hugged you and welcomed you to the family."

"Ah. Yes. I remember." Rick looked anxious. He didn't know where this was going.

Rosalie rose to her knees. That put her breasts in Rick's face. She rubbed them against his cheeks, and said, "We are family. If you have a problem, you come to your family first."

She dragged her nipples across his face. She left a big pointed one on his lips, and said, "I understand. You're horny. Instead of pestering those unfortunate girls whose only option to earn money is to dance naked, you should have come to me."

She pushed her breasts against his face. The nipple parted his lips. Reflexively, he gently sucked on it. She asked, "Did you notice my tan?"

"Uh-huh." His eyes had scanned her body. He committed her naked form to memory. It would be going into his 'spank bank'.

"I sunbathe naked. I'm a sun worshiper; a nudist. So being naked in front of you isn't a big deal. Lots of people have seen me nude. All you had to do was ask. Will you ask me next time?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered after pulling off her nipple.

"Good." She offered him her other nipple. He accepted it and nursed.

Rosalie smiled. She ran her hands through his thick hair, sighed contentedly, and said, "That's nice, isn't it? I'm old, but my tits are still fun."

He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

They stayed that way for a while. She cooed; he suckled. She felt his erection through his pants.

"My daughter isn't here to take care of you, so I will. She's young. She thinks she wants a big career. She'll change her mind. That urge to have babies will manifest, and becoming a mother will soon be her number one priority.

"She will be jumping your bones every night."

Rosalie smiled and got a far away look on her face. She said, "I remember those happy days when all I wanted to do was fuck my husband and get pregnant."

She climbed off him. Rick looked at her wondering, "Has this been a dream?"

Rosalie said, "Undress."

Rick blushed again and thought, "If this is a dream, it's going to be a wet one."

Rosalie said, "Does the idea scare you? My understanding is you have nothing to be ashamed about."

Rick raised his eyebrows.

Rosalie chuckled, and said, "Guys talk. So do women. Your wife has sung your praises. She says you're not afraid to go down on her, you know where a woman's clit is, and you have a thick dick that fills her well."

"Wow," Rick exclaimed. "I didn't expect Summer to talk about our sex life."

"In her defense, we'd a couple of margaritas and she wasn't the first to spill." She added, "You need not worry about shocking me. I've seen an erect penis before."

Rick took off his clothes.

It was the mother-in-law's turn to study. She evaluated him. He was young, half her age. He was tall, fit, pale, nice looking, and had a good-size penis.

Rosalie stepped forward, grabbed it, and said, "Summer didn't exaggerate. You have a nice cock. Lie on the flat lounge. I'm going to suck your dick while you eat my pussy."

He moved so quickly that he bumped into the chaise. There was a screeching sound as it slid across the concrete. He laid on his back.

Rosalie gracefully climbed on top so they could sixty-nine. His tongue eagerly explored her cavern. She sucked his dick well.

They moaned as they enjoyed the oral sex. He proved he could locate her clitoris and knew what to do once he was there. Rosalie easily handled his length and girth. She surprised him by deep throating his cock. Her daughter couldn't do that.

Rosalie aggressively gave him head. It was too much after not having sex in a while. He grunted and came in her mouth. She sucked gently, milking all the sperm out of him, and swallowed.

He stopped pleasuring her, and focused on his bliss.

A minute passed. His penis shrank. Rick's pleasure was replaced with embarrassment. He said, "I'm sorry I climaxed so soon and I forgot to warn you."

Rosalie laughed as she got off him. She sat beside him, and said, "I sensed you were about to burst and was ready. To be honest, I'm glad you orgasmed quickly. It's evidence you didn't fuck any of the pretty young things you were ogling last night."

Rick's face turned red.

She chuckled, and said, "I'm pleased that you blushed. We all sin. Some don't regret their actions. Blushing is a sign that you regret your transgression."

She stood, and said, "So here's the plan. We finish our drinks and go into your guest bedroom and have intercourse. I'm too old to do it on this rickety lounge chair. I'm happy to have sex with you, but not in your marital bed."

She reached out a hand. Rick knew what it meant if he grabbed it. He didn't hesitate. He snatched it and stood.

"Family is there for you," Rosalie said. "Always. Give me a call whenever Summer is unavailable. When she goes on her next business trip or if she's not feeling well, on her period, etc. I'll take care of you."

They downed their drinks and went inside to the guest bedroom. They turned down the bed. Rosalie sat and patted the space beside her. Rick sat next to her.

They kissed.

"Mmmm. Nice," Rosa sighed. She said, "When you're with someone for the first time, you wonder what they like. I'm going to make it easy for you. I'm going to tell you. Do this and I will scream your name, my toes will curl, and you'll be satisfied too.

"This is my three point plan for a wonderful orgasm."

She proceeded to tell him.

They lay together and kissed. Rick's hands explored her body. Her whole body. Usually he'd play with Summer's breasts, finger her, and they'd fuck.

Rosa had requested the Harlequin novel treatment, i. e. extensive foreplay.

His hands glided over every inch of Rosa's body, front and back, top and bottom. He gave her the full body stimulation she liked. He kissed parts he didn't normally visit: behind her knees, the inside of her elbows, and her feet.

"Mmmmm," she moaned

Next, he focused on her breasts. Normally, he'd latch onto a nipple and suck. This time he followed her instructions and softly nibbled on her neck and earlobes while gently massaging the top, bottom, and sides of her boobs.

After a while, Rick noticed her fidgeting. That was the sign he was supposed to be looking for. By avoiding her nipples, his teasing touches drove her crazy. He continued down this path, until she cursed.

"Fuck! Touch my NIPPLES!"

Rick smiled and gave her what she craved. He stroked, pinched, pulled, and sucked on her nipples while she sighed and moaned.

According to her instructions, he was supposed to cup, heft, and squeeze her breasts. He did while tonguing and sucking her stiff nipples.

This was supposed to ignite a sensual fire. Seeing Rick enjoying her boobs was supposed to be interpreted by her brain as 'He desires me'.

Every female lead in a Harlequin novel wanted to be desired by the male protagonist.

She leaned in, kissed him, and said, "You like them, don't you?"

"I love them," he answered sincerely.

She smiled.

He combined the moves. He massaged her breasts and he squeezed the feminine flesh. He touched and sucked her nipples.

He introduced a new sensation. He focused on her areolas, the dark flesh surrounding her nipples. He stimulated the hundreds of nerve endings there, by drawing circles around her stiff nipples, using his tongue and fingertip.

This caused her to moan loudly. Rick smiled because this simple move appeared to drive Rosalie wild with pleasure.

Rick reached into her crotch. He smiled when he discovered how wet Rosa was. He located her clit and rubbed it using a circular motion.

"OH!" Rosalie groaned.

She had told him that she enjoyed being fingered. That he didn't need to do anything fancy, like tracing the alphabet on her nub. He gave her the firm pressure she preferred.

She gasped.

The final step in her arousal manual was for Rick to go down on her. His tongue replaced his finger on her button, and his hand moved to her butt. Rosalie had confessed that she enjoyed butt play. Not PIA or fingers in her butt. Just touching.

As she explained, a woman's areolas have hundreds of nerve endings. Her anus has thousands. She liked her lovers to touch and press against her asshole without penetrating her.

Rick had followed Rosa's instructions and prepared her for intercourse.

It wasn't long before she said, "Ohhh! I'm ready. Stick it in me!"

Rick quickly mounted his mother-in-law. They frantically fucked. They moaned and groaned. He drove his cock into her hard and fast. She begged for more.

"Harder! Faster!"

Rick machine gunned his prick inside her furnace of a pussy.

"OH! Rick!" she cried. Those two words announced her climax. Her body froze, except for her pussy which pulsed, grabbing and releasing Rick's cock.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh!" Rick groaned as he came.

They blackout and were lost in a world of pleasure. Rosalie felt waves of pleasure wash over her.

^^^

They woke, rested, and did it again. They orgasmed just as powerfully.

Rosalie showered while Rick ate his dinner. She had a couple of bites off his plate, and said, "I better go."

He walked her to the door. They hugged. She surprised him with a passionate kiss, and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night."

^^^

Rosalie came over on Tuesday night. Rick had showered, shaved, and eaten dinner.

She greeted him with a long passionate kiss. It wasn't the first time they'd kissed on the mouth. Still, it surprised and delighted him. She was his mother-in-law, after all.

Rick returned the kiss. They undressed and crawled into the center of the guest room bed.

Rosalia wanted to make out. Rick was happy to oblige. They kissed for many minutes and groped each other. They sighed and moaned. Rick followed the game plan. He caressed all of her.

He gave her the breast play she enjoyed, and feasted on her breasts. He kissed, caressed, fondled, squeezed, and sucked on her nipples. He loved her boobs; she loved his efforts.

Rosalie sighed contentedly and pushed on his head.

Rick grinned, knowing what she wanted next. He slid down her body. He kissed her belly button, parted her hairy bush, and licked her vulva. His tongue and mouth got busy. He explored her sex.

"Oh! Mmmm," Rosalie moaned.

Remembering her great blowjob, Rick pulled out the stops, and thrilled her with his oral skills. His tongue crisscrossed her clit. He plunged two fingers into her vag. The digits of his other hand pressed her crinkled asshole.

When he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, he made sure that the tips caressed the bumpy surface of her G-spot. Her loud moans confirmed he was on target.

"I want to be on top," Rosalie announced.

Rick had no reason to argue. He grinned and laid on his back. She quickly climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his thick dick.

"Oh, Fuck!" she shouted. She added, "Pardon my French. I love your thick cock. It feels great inside me. Play with my tits. I'm riding you for my pleasure."

Rosalie closed her eyes and moved back and forth. There were no more sweet kisses or soft caresses. Rick didn't object. He kissed, sucked, and played with her tits while her fifty-year-old pussy strangled his penis.

She came; he came. Everything was wonderful.

She lay on top of him, resting and enjoying her climax. His dick and his cum slipped out of her.

She said, "That was great."

"Yes. I enjoyed it."

"I'm going to pee and clean up. Then, you can fuck me doggie style."

Rick appeared surprised.

Rosalie chuckled, and said, "Did my language shock you or did you think I don't know that I have a big round butt and men fantasize about pounding it?"

She got out of bed. As she walked to the bathroom she made a conscious effort to enhance the normal swaying of her hips. She stopped at the doorway, looked over her shoulder, winked, and said, "I made you look!"

She freshened up and returned. She sucked his dick, and let him plow her from behind. They both enjoyed it. He filled her vagina with his cum as she orgasmed and called out his name.

Rosalie showered while Rick had a drink. She dressed, came into the family room, and said, "I have to go."

He walked her to the door. They hugged. She surprised him with another passionate kiss. After which, she said, "I have choir practice tomorrow night, so I'll see you Thursday night."

"You don't have to. Summer will be home on Friday."

"Tonight was for you. Thursday is for me. I expect your A game!"

^^^

Thursday night, Rick arrived at home as Rosalie put a casserole in the oven.

They exchanged hellos, mashed their lips together, and hurried to the guest bedroom. They kissed and giggled as they removed each other's clothing.

They kissed more. Rick showed how much he adored her breasts and that he remembered her instructions. She moaned and sighed.

They took turns doing oral, and fucked sensuously in the missionary position like an old married couple. He popped his cork, and filled her with his baby batter, while she moaned, spasmed, and orgasmed.

The one great orgasm was enough for both of them.

After resting, Rosalie said, "Wow!"

Rick grinned, and said, "You asked for my A game."

They laughed.

Rosalie showered. They ate the casserole. She returned home to her husband. Rick washed the guest room sheets.

^^^Friday^^^

Summer arrived home at eight o'clock Friday night. She was exhausted after her long flight. Rick met her at the door with a quick kiss and a long hug.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No. I'm bushed. Dog-tired as my Grandmother would say. Do you mind if I go straight to bed?"

"Of course not."

"You're the best," Summer said. "I left my luggage in the car."

Rick got her luggage. Summer stripped as she headed toward her bedroom. She was down to a thong when she pulled the bedspread down.

Rick entered carrying her luggage and garment bag. She looked at him with a pained expression on her face, and said, "I feel bad. I was out with colleagues, going out to dinner and drinks every night, and you were here alone.

"I owe you. I'm not up for a wild all night sex session." She removed her underwear, exposing her shaved pussy. She grimaced and asked, "Do you want a quickie? For relief. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

He waved her off, and said, "That's not necessary. Go to bed. Sleep in. We'll have fun tomorrow."

"Thank you!"

Summer crawled into bed. Rick turned off the light. He slept in the guest bedroom to ensure his wife got a good night's sleep.

^^^

Summer did sleep late. She got up around eleven, showered, and shaved her legs, pits, and pussy. She came into the kitchen braless in a comfortable baggy cotton tee-shirt and a thong.

Rick was getting a cup of coffee. He smiled, and said, "Hello, sleepyhead."

"Hi." Summer yawned and said, "I was so tired. Thank you for letting me sleep in. I was going to have an early lunch and I thought we could have sex."

"Works for me."

They made lunch and chatted about her trip. Rick's eyes kept veering away from her face to her chest.

Finally, Summer said, "What are you looking at? Did I spill something on my shirt?

Rick gave her a shit-eating-grin and said, "You're braless and your hard nips are denting your shirt." He tweaked one.

"Ow," she said, and she playfully knocked his hand away. She smiled to show that she wasn't angry. She stood, removed her top, and showed him her breasts. He couldn't help but compare them to her mother's.

She had good boobs. They were high on her chest, pointy, torpedo-shaped, and they had pink nipples. Rick looked, and thought, "Summer's beautiful. Is there something wrong with me because I prefer her mother's large pendulous breasts, and her giant dark nipples?"

"Come on," Summer said. "Let's go to bed."

They hurried to their bedroom, undressed, and fell into each other's arms. They kissed. He groped her ass. It was a great ass; high and firm.

"I'm a creep," Rick said to himself. "I miss her mother's big round bottom. Stop thinking about Rosalie. Damnit! Focus on your wife."

Rick got their love-making on track. They made out. She sucked his dick. He ate her snatch, thinking, "I love Summer's hairless pussy. Still, for Rosalie, her bush seems right."

"Take me!" Summer begged.

Rick got on top of his wife. They kissed, looked into each other's eyes, and they fucked. Not for long.

"Ohhhh!" she shrieked when she climaxed. Her pussy pulsated. Rick's penis felt it. It didn't trigger an orgasm. He held his wife while she experienced her orgasm.

Summer opened her eyes, smiled, and said, "That was nice. Very nice." She noticed that her husband was still inside her and hard. She asked, "Did you come?"

"No."

"Why not?"

He was honest, and said, "You came quickly. I figured if you were that horny you'd need a second one. I'm ready. We can come together this time."

"Good thinking." She smiled brightly, and said, "I guess someone's been beating off in the shower so as not to disappoint his wife."

Rick matched her smile; he didn't speak.

They rotated through a few positions. They did missionary. Then, he put her legs on his shoulders and drove deep inside her. Next, she was on top. He played with her tits.

Summer moaned and groaned.

"Oh, fuck! This is good," she said. "Your dick is like steel. I'm close. How should we finish?"

"How about you flip around and we do reverse cowgirl."

"I get it. You played with my boobs. Now, you want to see my butt. Okay. If that's what you want."

She switched herself around, and guided his cock into her vagina. While she rode him backwards, she diddled her clit. She teasingly asked, "How's the view?"

"Wonderful. Spectacular," Rick shouted although to himself he muttered, "I wish I had your fat-bottom mother in my bed. She rocked my world."

Summer jilled herself as she rode his cock. Rick heard her holler, felt her spasm, and shot his load inside her as she climaxed.

His wife slumped, fell off him, and went to sleep.

^^^

That evening, Rick and Summer went to her parents' house for dinner. The women were braless in halter tops. Rosalie wore a skirt. Summer had on form-fitting shorts. Her ass looked spectacular.

She had a visible cameltoe. Rick had mentioned it to Summer.

She'd said, "You're right, but these shorts go perfectly with this top. It'll be okay. My parents are not going to be staring at my crotch."

"I might."

"You're my husband. You should stare adoringly at me all the time!"

Sam, Rosalie's husband, cooked on the grill. They sat outside, drank beer, talked, and ate. Everyone noticed Summer's wardrobe malfunction. Her parents didn't mention it.

The women went to the bathroom together. Summer checked her make-up in the mirror. Rosalie hiked her skirt, plopped down on the toilet, and peed. Summer noticed, and asked, "Why aren't you wearing underwear?"

Her mother said, "You know how that drives men crazy."

"Slut!" Summer teased her mom.

"My pussy is hidden as long as there's no gust of wind and I'm careful sitting and crossing my legs. What's your excuse, you trollop? We can all see the outline of your labia. No one can miss your camletoe."

Summer laughed, and said, "We are a couple of skanks."

Rosalie wiped and flushed. The women switched places.

As she urinated, Summer said, "I got home late last night and was exhausted. I didn't have the energy to have sex. I offered Rick a pity fuck. He graciously declined and we had sex this afternoon."

She paused her story to wipe and flush. She joined her mother at the sink and washed her hands. She said, "Our first round was quick, but good. He didn't cum. He stayed hard inside me. That's weird, isn't it?"

Rosalie shrugged.

"He said he knew we'd do it twice since I'd been gone so long, so he held off. Then, he fucked me every which way but Sunday. We climaxed together which was nice. I've never known a guy to have that kind of stamina and will power."

Summer looked at her mother. Rosalie's face was blank, inscrutable. She didn't offer an opinion.

"You cunt!" Summer screamed.

She hurried out to the patio. Her mother was right behind her, calling her name. Summer burst onto the patio. The men were talking. They heard the commotion and looked her way.

"Dad," Summer said, "Are you and mom playing pussy peek-a-boo tonight?"

Sam answered, "Not that I know."

Rick asked, "What's that?"

By now, Rosalie had caught up and was standing beside her daughter. Summer grabbed the front of her mother's skirt, lifted it, exposing her mother's hairy bush and the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Rosalie tried to push her skirt down. Summer held on tightly, and explained. "Pussy peek-a-boo is a game my mother likes to play. She wears a short skirt with no underwear and she flashes guys. Sometimes my Dad. Usually, my boyfriends."

Summer let go of the skirt and groped her mother's right tit. She said, "She's doing it for you Rick. She's braless and wearing a flimsy top."

Summer pulled on the material and one of her mother's breasts popped out.

"Stop, Summer," Rosalie begged. She covered her right nipple.

"All the signs were right in front of me. My mom is braless in a skimpy top and wearing a short peek-a-boo pussy skirt. My husband is sneaking peeks at her, and showed unbelievable stamina in bed with me when supposedly he'd gone two weeks without sex."

"Dad," Summer said, in an angry tone, "She's doing it again!"

Sam and Rosalie were silent. Rick was confused, and asked, "Doing what?"

"Mom, do you want to tell him or shall I?" Summer gave her mother the death stare.

Rosalie was stoic.

Summer said, "Rick, my mother is a sex addict. A slut. She has this line she uses on my boyfriends. She tells them they are family to her, and family helps family. When I'm sick, out of town, or on my period, my mother propositions them. She convinced three of my boyfriends that it was okay to sleep with her.

"Because if I'm out of service that's no reason they should get blue balls.

"And now, Rick, she's added you to her list of conquests. Mom, what's wrong with you? If you want to get some strange, why can't you go to a bar like everyone else? Why do you poach my guys?"

Rick looked frantic and guilty. He rushed to his wife and said, "I'm sorry. I missed you and went to a strip club. Your mother found out and said when I have needs, and you're unavailable, I should come to her.

"I'm sorry. I was weak. She was naked in our house!"

Summer looked at Rick. She gently ran her hand on his cheek, and said, "She's a master manipulator. You didn't have a chance."

Rosalie said, "I am a southerner and I believe in southern hospitality. It's in my DNA to be warm, kind, and welcoming."

"Mama," Summer said, "you take things too far!"

Her mother chuckled, removed her top, and stepped out of her skirt. She smiled at everyone.

"Good Lord, Rosalie," her husband said. "What are you doing?"

"I like being naked and I like men looking at me, desiring me. I don't force them to have sex."

Summer looked exasperated. She shook her head, and asked, "Dad, Why... how do you put up with her?"

"The answer is obvious," Rosalie interjected. "Sex with me is great. Who wants to rub sunscreen on me?"

The End