Voyeurism in the Cornfields

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - When married couple Richard and Doris drive their son and daughter Dick (19) and Jane (18) to college at the end of summer, they didn't anticipate getting lost in the seemingly endless Midwestern cornfields in a remote area of Indiana. Stopped for a pee break while trying to navigate back to the main road, when Richard sees too much of Jane and Doris sees too much of Dick, will the experience cause the husband and wife to resurrect their sex life which has become non-existent in the past year? Read "Voyeurism in the Cornfields' to find out.

All characters and situations are entirely fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over are in any sexual situations. Enjoy your trip back in time to the late 1960s, and be sure to rate and comment.

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INDIANA, USA, 1967

"I think we have to face the truth Richard, and that is that we are completely lost."

"I believe you're right Doris. We couldn't be more lost if we'd tried deliberately."

Richard Williams brought his automobile to a halt at the side of the road, he and his wife Doris looking out of the windows for something, some sort of landmark, to guide them to their destination on this summer's evening. But this was not going to be easy. They were right in the middle of Indiana, the rural roads lined with cornfields as far as the eye could see. And what was there to be seen when they reached as far as the eye could see? More cornfields stretching as far as the eye could see.

The middle-aged couple occupying the front driver and passenger seats were not the only occupants of the car, in the back seat sat their young adult kids Dick and Jane aged 19 and 18 respectively, with younger sister Sally aged 16 sitting between them. Like their parents, none of the three siblings had any idea of where they were or how to get back on track to their destination.

Inside the car, the radio was overcome by static, and it was clear they were miles off course. Even the more obscure radio stations down near the 5 and 6 on the AM radio dial were picking up only the odd snippet of songs and music, before it would become completely incomprehensible.

"I'll see what I can find on the map," said Richard, turning off the car's engine, Doris opening the glove compartment to hand it to her husband. Richard opened the door and stepped out of the car, unfolding the map as he did so, using the opportunity to stretch his legs at the same time.

Although the sun had set, the last golden rays of sunlight on this beautiful Midwestern late summer's day having vanished below the western skyline, the full moon filled the night skies. Coupled with brilliant starlight, the North Star and the plough clearly defined in the darkness, the light of the harvest moon and stars made it seem almost like daylight. Coupled with the seemingly endless rows of cornfields and the only other vegetation to be seen a random tree on the other side of the road with jagged branches, it made for an eerie setting.

The rest of the family, like Richard needing to stretch their legs after an hour and a half of aimless driving through farmland, also got out of the car to do this. A breeze -- very slight -- came up through the cornfields creating a soft rustling noise in the leaves of the corn stalks. Coupled with the chirping of crickets, the calls of the night birds and the distant barking and howling of coyotes, it made all five members of the Williams family feel the same unsettling feeling of being completely alone in the world.

"I wish I knew which road we were on," said Richard, frustrated as he realized the map would be of no use to him without the name of this long, straight road they were stopped on. "You didn't happen to notice?" He looked hopefully at his wife and three kids.

Doris shook her head. "Sorry Richard, I haven't seen a signpost for many miles."

Dick, Jane and Sally likewise shook their heads. "Sorry Dad," the three said in unison.

"I wish that guy at the gas station had given better directions," said Richard. "Or that the place we usually stay wasn't booked out, as was the rest of the town."

Richard again looked at the map and could see the small town they were headed to, but with no idea where they were or how far they were off their intended route, it was close to useless. "I think we'll find San Francisco before we find our way to our destination," he added.

"That Kombi van full of hippies that passed us by were probably heading to San Francisco," Sally suggested.

"I think that was the last vehicle we saw, and that was over half an hour ago," said Dick. He looked at his two sisters. "Unless you saw any others since then?"

Jane shook her head. "No, not that I recall."

All five family members looked at each other, wondering if they were condemned to continue driving through the cornfields forever. They looked up at the full moon, seeing the bright light of a shooting star as a meteor streaked across the dark Midwestern skies.

This journey was not a new one to the family, they had made it this time last year when taking Richard Junior -- always called Dick to avoid confusion with his father -- to start his first year of college, Dick being a pre-med student and having a football scholarship.

Now with summer coming to a close it was time to take Dick back to college for his sophomore year, this time accompanied by middle sister Jane. With Jane having turned 18 in the past year and graduated high school in June as part of the Class of 1967, she was headed to the same college as big brother Dick to start her freshman year. Like Dick, Jane's good grades put her in good stead to be a pre-law student, and also like her brother Jane had obtained a sporting scholarship, Jane's sport being tennis.

Last year the trip had gone smoothly, the family able to find accommodation in a town at the halfway point without any problems. But this year, with all accommodation unexpectedly booked out, things hadn't gone as swell as the corresponding weekend in 1966, and now they were lost in the cornfields with no idea how to get to the next town. It made Richard, Doris and especially the very bored teenager Sally all wish that they had seen Dick and Jane to the bus stop in their town, as they had done with Dick every time he returned home for college breaks during the past year.

One thing all family members knew was that they had too much soda pop and iced tea at dinner, and now all were bursting to relieve themselves -- urgently. Doris opened the trunk, retrieving a roll of toilet paper and a container of distilled water, to allow the family members to wash their hands when they returned.

Doris took the toilet roll and unwound a length, giving it to youngest daughter Sally. The tall teenager, attired in a tee-shirt with a floral design and flared jeans, sighed deeply and dramatically.

"Is there some sort of problem, Sally?" Doris asked. She was only too used to Sally being a drama queen.

Sally's fair skin blushed the same color as her red hair, and she rolled her green eyes. "Of course there's a problem, Mom. Not only does everyone know I need to go to the bathroom, but I don't even have a proper bathroom to use, I have to squat in the open where anyone can see me. It is so embarrassing!"

"Sally, it's just the same me, your father and brother and sister, and we are in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere," said Doris. "I don't think anyone else is around, do you?" Doris shook her head and thought about Sally's personality. Sally would not start college for another two years -- September 1969 -- and was planning to attend on an athletics scholarship and study journalism. Doris and Richard however often expressed the opinion that studying in the dramatic arts might be a better fit for their younger daughter.

"Don't anybody dare try to follow me over there," said Sally in her usual overly dramatic manner, indicating the eerie odd-shaped tree that grew across the other side of the road and which stood out amongst the corn stalks, and making haste for it.

"Believe me Sally, the last thing any one of us want to do is follow you," said Doris as her dramatic daughter flounced away in the direction of the tree.

Sally paid her mother's comment little heed as usual, cursing her family under her breath at the indignation of having to relieve herself out in the open, miles from the nearest toilet. The teenager looked up at the starry night skies, worried that a plane or helicopter would fly over and everyone on board would see what she was doing.

Of the other four family members still standing at the car, none of them possessed Sally's levels of imagination or ability to be dramatic, so none worried about aircraft flying overhead or the basic inconvenience of having to pee in a cornfield. In fact, Sally was quite the different member of the family not only in personality, but in looks too.

There was no mistaking that Richard and Dick were father and son, both of them tall at six feet two, fit and with the handsome good looks of movie matinee idols or popular male singers of their respective eras sporting luxurious brown hair and smoldering brown eyes. Taking a black and white photograph of Dick in the present day and it would look just like one of his father taken circa 1940.

The same was true of Doris and Jane, both mother and daughter tall and exceptionally pretty with classic Midwestern looks of blonde hair, blue eyes, and flawless fair skin. Much like with Richard and Dick, a black and white picture of Jane in the present day would pass for one of Doris taken in the early 1940s at the same age.

Sally's red hair and green eyes however stood out as different from her father and brother on one side and her mother and sister on the other. Although among Dick, Jane and Sally's cousins both among their father and mother's siblings there was a boy and another girl both with red hair and green eyes, and there had been in the generations before this so it did run in the family.

Genetics however were of little concern to Sally growing up when she received comments about her different appearance to the rest of the family. Worst was at the county fair last year when one of the teenage boys working at the carnival and trying to chat up Sally commented that 'He was adopted too when he was a kid,' indicating her very different parents and siblings and leaving Sally most unimpressed.

None of the other family members went across the road where Sally had gone, they all went into the cornfields on the same side of the road as the car was parked, each carrying a length of toilet paper, all anxious to relieve themselves, and without making a drama about the mildly inconvenient situation like Sally had done.

Jane, attired in a light blue blouse with matching skirt that came to just above her knees, shoes and head-band, shoed some pesky mosquitos from her pretty face, and kept a watch out for snakes at ground level. This meant that she didn't see what was at eye-level, and the teenager's heart skipped a beat, the contents of her bladder nearly soaking the pretty white cotton panties she was wearing as she came face-to-face with a hideously deformed man amongst the corn, staring black eyes on his weathered face, his body attired in raggedy clothes and a tattered hat.

Feeling cold fear at first, her slim body going rigid, Jane then felt the warm feeling of relief as she realized what it was -- nothing but a scarecrow standing his lonely vigil in the middle of rural Indiana. Still, it was a creepy sight regardless, and Jane didn't want to lower her underwear and urinate in front of it. Instead, Jane moved through a small gap in some other cornstalks and into a small clearing to do what she needed to do.

Lifting up her short skirt, Jane's pretty white panties were in full view before she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband, pulling them down to her ankles and squatting herself down. With her knees wide apart, Jane's triangle of pubic hair over her feminine mound proved that she was a natural blonde, and her slim, tight pink vagina lower down indicated that this opening between her legs served more as an exit every 28 days rather than an entrance for having fun with boys.

Jane didn't much relish squatting down in a cornfield with her skirt hitched up around her waist and her panties pulled down around her ankles -- she would of course have much preferred to be sitting on the toilet behind a closed and locked door -- but there was no way she could hold her pee in any longer. And the cornstalks provided her some privacy from prying eyes -- or so the young girl thought.

Like his teenage daughter, Richard had kept a close eye out for snakes as he made his way into the cornfield to pee. He now stood between some particularly high corn stalks, unfastening his trousers and pulling down the front of his underpants, releasing his large and impressive penis to relieve himself.

Before he could do this however, there came a rustling sound in the vegetation which startled him, and to his surprise his daughter Jane stumbled from an adjacent corn row into the small clearing, carrying her length of toilet paper. Then before he could do anything, Jane lifted her skirt to expose her underwear, then pulled her white panties down to her ankles and squatted with her legs wide open. Jane unknowingly faced her father, showing off her crotch to him in all its glory. Most times at night a guy in this position would have seen only a limited amount of the girl's private areas between her legs. However with such a full moon and clear prairie skies tonight, it gave Richard a clear view of Jane's pubic hair and genitals that they might as well have been indoors in a well-lit room.

Jane relaxed the muscles in her bladder, and from her tight little urethra came her yellow pee stream. It saturated her pussy and soaked the soil over which she was squatting, relief clear on Jane's pretty face as the urine flowed out of her body.

From behind the corn, her father could not believe he was actually watching Jane take a piss, and Richard reminded himself he should not be watching this, that he should reflect Jane's privacy and look somewhere else. But he could not look away as much as he wanted to do so, and continued to observe his urinating daughter as she squatted down, showing off her pussy in all its glory.

Richard could scarcely blink as he looked under Jane's skirt -- a skirt that he had previously thought a little too short for Jane's own good -- and stared at his teenage daughter's vagina. And it was so clear tonight that he could see down from Jane's vulva to the tight, star-fish shaped opening of her anus.

Again, Richard tried to look away and respect Jane's privacy as she was peeing, but he only got as far as Jane's lowered panties. And on the white double cotton saddle Richard could not help but notice the creamy pussy stains his daughter had made on her underwear, courtesy of her vagina self-cleansing during the day.

Jane's pee stream died down to a few large splashes then droplets, and abated altogether. The young girl took some of her toilet paper, scrunched it up, and used it to dry her vagina, pushing some of the tissue up her tight teenage twat to make sure all the urine was gone, completely unaware that her father was watching her wipe her wet pussy.

Richard's own bursting bladder made him aware that his purpose of venturing into the cornfield to relieve himself, but as he looked down at his groin, he was in for a big surprise, both physically and metaphorically -- an enormous erection, rock-hard and throbbing. This would prevent him from peeing, and he could not believe he was aroused to this extent, he hadn't even felt himself getting hard.

A feeling of extreme guilt washed all over Richard at the realization that he had gotten an erection over observing his older teenage daughter with her pants down. And it wasn't helping that Jane despite having finished her pee was still squatting down with lowered panties. For a dreadful minute Richard thought that Jane was going to empty her bowels, but she did not need to defecate.

However, what happened next did not help her father lose his erection. When Jane wiped her damp pussy after urinating, her toilet paper had tickled her, sending the waves of pleasure through her private female areas.

Jane looked at the double cotton saddle of her white teen panties, taking note of her pussy stains. Some of course were the normal vaginal stains her underwear would incur every day, but in recent days 18-year-old Jane had been getting her panties plenty damp.

While obviously nervous about leaving home and starting college, Jane also thought about all the handsome boys she would meet there. It was enough to make her vagina respond, and during the long car journey today the motion and vibrations of the vehicle had gotten between Jane's legs to make her feel even sexier.

Knowing she would be in a dormitory with lots of other girls and of course shared shower and toilet facilities Jane knew her opportunities for self-pleasure would be limited when she started college, so took the chance and inserted two of her fingers up her wet pussy-hole. Jane let out a soft moan as she felt her fingers touch her clitoris, and her pretty face showed her feminine excitement as she self-pleasured, the sticky arousal of her vagina soaking Jane's fingers as she masturbated alone in the cornfield.

At least Jane thought she was alone, she had no idea that between some nearby cornstalks her father was watching her with a raging erection. If he had thought watching his pretty blonde daughter urinate was hot, Richard found perving on the teenager as she masturbated even hotter. He simply could not take his eyes off Jane as she squatted and self-pleasured, and needless to say it did not help him lose his erection.

Trying to justify spying on his 18-year-old daughter, Richard noted the amazing similarity of Jane to Doris when she was younger and tried to think more about his wife than his daughter. Unfortunately for Richard, thinking about his attractive wife at any stage from when they first met during the Second World War until the present day coupled with watching his pretty daughter with her panties down in a cornfield as she self-pleasured sent even more blood flowing to Richard's groin.

One problem however had nearly solved itself. So horny was Jane that only three minutes of playing with her pussy brought her to orgasm. Her pretty face showed her delight as she came, the rush of sticky pussy juice saturating Jane's fingers, while the orgasm went from Jane's clitoris and spread through her vagina. From there the sensation went up past her cervix and into her birth canal, spreading through her uterus and into her back passage, the muscles in Jane's anus and rectum clenching tight. In her bra, Jane felt her nipples tingling and within her shoes, Jane's toes clenched hard.

Taking in some deep breaths of air as she recovered, Jane used the last of her toilet paper to clean her sticky, damp post-orgasmic pussy and then her equally sticky fingers, the teenager of course having no clue that her father was watching her clean herself in her private areas.

When Jane stood up, her father got a full view of her bare bottom as she turned slightly, the firm white cheeks of Jane's buttocks on display for a few seconds before her short skirt fell back down to cover the teenager's front bottom and her back bottom from her father's view.

Jane reached down to her ankles and took hold of her lowered white panties, pulling them up and adjusting them around her bottom and her pussy. Walking back to the car, Jane had no clue her father was standing just a matter of a few feet from her, with a raging hard-on he could not lose.

That Richard had an erection at such an inopportune time was something of a paradox. Until last fall, he and Doris had enjoyed themselves as husband and wife all the time. Then came the company golf day, and while Doris sat in the club-rooms with the other wives, the men set off to enjoy the golf course.

Everything was going swimmingly on the fine and sunny Saturday at the country club, until the 18th hole when a stray golf ball from another party ended up nowhere near its intended destination, but had no problem finding its way to Richard's groin, connecting with such speed it seemed that Superman had hit it.

Richard of course had collapsed on the green in such agony he felt sick, and an ambulance had to be called to take him to hospital. The unfortunate Richard had of course severe bruising to his penis and scrotum, but what none of the doctors could have foreseen was a problem that had affected him for nearly a year since then -- impotence.

And nothing seemed to work. Not a single thing Richard tried could get him hard, his penis remained as limp and small as if he had taken a stroll naked at night in the middle of the Indiana winter. It was eternally frustrating to him, but what was more frustrating now was that he had a massive erection over seeing something completely inappropriate -- his 18-year-old daughter urinating and then masturbating -- and had to lose it fast not only to pee but to get back to his family.

Thinking about Doris only made the problem far worse, Richard had to think about unsexy things and be quick about it. His mind took him back to basic army training back in 1941, and how he and some of his friends were caught goofing around on the barracks having a water fight after lights out. The punishment imposed by the angry sergeant was to have the misbehaving trainee GI's to clean out the latrines with old toothbrushes the next morning, followed by pumping out the septic system.

The 26-year-old memory did its trick, and soon Richard's penis was back to its normal size, allowing him to relieve himself. He mopped up the last of the pee away from his penis with the toilet paper, tossed it aside, then pulled up the front of his underpants and zipped up his trousers.

Richard's penis threatened to rise again as he made his way back to the car when he thought about his pretty daughter with her white panties down and being intimate with his wife, and again he had to think about being shouted at by the angry sergeant and then being forced to clean the lavatories to stop it.

More than anything Richard wanted to make love to Doris, but he reminded himself that this was probably as unlikely as him visiting the planet Venus, which shone brightly in the night sky over his head. For in the past year, Richard was not the only one who had suffered a medical ailment that affected his libido, the same was also true of Doris.

Ever since her appendix burst at Thanksgiving last year causing her to be rushed to hospital for emergency surgery, Doris had been unable to become sexually aroused. Although the surgery seemed to have gone well, there must have been something unseen that had gone wrong because since then Doris had been unable to make herself available to Richard, no matter how hard she tried.

The family doctor had described Richard as 'impotent' and Doris as 'frigid', but Richard didn't care for these terms. However they were unfortunately all too accurate when Doris and Richard were in the privacy of their bedroom together, and Richard would either fail to rise to the occasion or his erection would die on the vine.

And on the rare occasion when Richard managed to stay hard enough to make love to his wife, Doris would not be able to bring herself to allow her husband to enter her. There were other nights where the reverse would true, Doris would be able to get herself in the mood for sex with her husband but Richard's penis remained limp and flaccid, unaroused despite how much he wanted to be.

And the result of this was that Richard and Doris had not been intimate as man and wife for 11 months and this seemed unlikely to change any time soon.

Richard emerged from the rows of corn, seeing his wife emerge from another part of the cornfield, Doris looking so attractive in the pretty green summer dress she was wearing. He thought about the feminine delights of Doris that lay under her dress and covered by a white bra and white panties. Richard's memories took him back into the past where they met in the Second World War, Richard in the army and Doris a pretty young nurse. He thought about how stunning his wife was all the way from the years after the war, through the 1950s and into the early and mid-1960s, and in the current year of 1967 Doris at 45 was as stunning as ever.

He tried to look away from Doris's bottom, but looking ahead of her was Jane who was chatting with Dick when he emerged from the corn, and her bottom looked just as good as her mother's in her short, light-blue skirt.

Once again Richard had the problem of a rising erection in the front of his pants, and this time memories of cleaning the army latrines as a trainee GI didn't help. Instead he had to think back to the early 1950s when he and Doris took Dick, Jane and Sally to the county fair, and Richard was bitten by a horse, an amazingly painful experience. But not as painful as the visit to the doctor to address the injury, the physician a doddering and infirm octogenarian who addressed the situation splashing high strength disinfectant on the open wound and then administering a tetanus shot in a large blunt needle used many times before into the left side of Richard's butt. Little wonder Doris had to drive home afterwards.

His latest erection going down, Richard ruefully reminded himself that it would not be much use. Post appendectomy, Doris would probably as usual not be interested in sex, and even if there was that rare window of opportunity for both of them, no doubt Richard's manhood would let him down again like it had so many times since the unfortunate golfing accident to his groin.

Richard of course did not have the ability to see through solid objects nor to get into his wife's head to see the things that she did. So of course he had no idea that in the field not far away things had been no less extraordinary with Doris and Dick as they had been with him and Jane for the past five minutes.

It had started when Dick found a suitable place to pee, but narrowly avoided standing in a pile of what seemed to be coyote crap.

"Oh yuck," Dick said, moving to the next row of corn and looking around. He could hear the distant wailing of the coyotes, and hoped very much that there were none closer that were keeping quiet. The young man looked around, but saw no canine wildlife plus none of the excrement where he was now, so relaxed and unzipped his pants, lowering the front of his undies to expose his penis and balls. Dick shared not only the same name as his father and his good looks, dark brown hair and fine physique, like his father Dick was particularly well endowed, sporting a large uncircumcised cock and impressive testicles in his scrotum.

Sating a minor itch among his pubic hair that was dark brown like his father's, Dick relaxed his bladder and a stream of bright yellow piss emerged from the head of his penis. So full did Dick feel from drinking so much juice, iced tea and water on a warm late summer's day that he was unable to resist spelling out his name with his pee stream to see how far he would get.

With the feeling of relief coming over his entire body, Dick looked up at the skies, admiring the full moon and lucky enough to see a shooting star go by in front of it. What Dick hadn't seen however when he stepped into the new row was the tall, blonde figure of his mother as she stood in the corn.

Doris did see her son but it was too late for her to do or say anything, as by the time he moved into her line of sight she had hitched up her dress and was sliding her white cotton full brief panties down to her ankles and squatting down to pee.

As was the case with Richard and Jane previously, tall cornstalks prevented the son from seeing his mother, but through a gap in the vegetation the squatting Doris could see her son, and her son's impressive manhood in all its glory.

Like her husband, Doris reminded herself that she should look away, but for some reason as she squatted with her dress hitched around her waist and her panties down around her ankles, Doris was unable to keep staring at her son as he stood peeing, spelling out his name with the urine.

Even when one of the corn leaves brushed against the firm white cheeks of Doris's bare bottom giving her a start she was unable to keep staring at Dick's cock. Doris looked down at her crotch, seeing her triangle of blonde pubic hair over her feminine mound and her pink vagina. And from her vagina, Doris felt the feeling of female arousal, her blue eyes going wide in surprise. This couldn't be happening, no this was impossible, ever since that darn Thanksgiving last year ...

Doris's mind took her back to that cold Thursday in November. It should have been a happy day with all the family together, but in a case of bad timing Doris had her period that day and as always her daughters Jane and Sally had their periods at the same time. This left the mother and two daughters in cranky moods, suffering bad cramps and the monthly inconvenience of all menstruating women -- wearing uncomfortable sanitary belts and pads.

Period pain in Doris's case however were masking another type of cramps in her abdomen -- that of her worsening appendicitis -- and it was only when she collapsed onto the kitchen floor in screaming agony in the mid-afternoon and the ambulance took her to hospital that the problem was discovered and the organ removed.

Yet despite the success of the surgery, since that day Doris had inexplicably struggled to become aroused by anything, especially the touch of her husband, Richard himself unable to reach an erection following the unfortunate golfing accident several months before that. It had most certainly put a large red line through their once loving sex life. On the rare occasions Doris could become aroused Richard's penis would remain limp, and when he could attain an erection Doris simply could not respond and her husband's hard-on would disappear as fast as it appeared.

Now, looking at her 19-year-old son's penis Doris felt arousal like she hadn't in years. She reminded herself that she should not be looking at her son in such a way but she just could not take her mind off how great his cock looked. And it was not only Richard Junior turning her on, it was Richard Senior too. Doris continued to squat and her memory took her back to World War 2 and they met when he was a soldier and she was a nurse. She thought about her handsome husband at all stages through their marriage of over 20 years and their fun in bed together, three of which resulted in the arrivals of Dick, Jane and Sally.

All of this caused Doris's pussy to get wet with a substance far stickier than urine. It came as a surprise to her, almost like she had started menstruating unexpectedly, only Doris's time of the month wasn't for another three weeks. She watched Dick finish having his pee -- and he was able to piss the letters of his name D I C K but probably would have fallen just short if he had urinated R I C H A R D -- which reminded Doris of her own urgency to pee.

Doris of course was anatomically very different from her husband so she had no problem urinating when aroused, she simply began to pee, the yellow stream flowing out of her tight urethra and soaking onto the ground over which she was squatting, wetting her pussy in the process. Sighing in relief as her full bladder drained, Doris could not take her eyes off her son as he used some of the toilet paper to wipe the residual urine from the head of his penis.

Dick was clueless to the fact that his mother was watching him as she squatted with her dress hitched up and her panties around her ankles urinating in the cover of the corn. And he especially did not know that his mother's observance of his penis and testicles were causing her to think strange thoughts not only about him as her son, but his father too.

One thing Dick did notice that was his touch to his penis was getting him hard, something his mother also noticed from her hiding spot which caused tingling sensations in her clitoris. He may have been standing in a cornfield miles from anywhere in the back fields of Indiana, but his mind was taking him places elsewhere, and his erection grew until he was rock hard.

Reaching into the pocket of his pants, Dick extricated his wallet and looked into it, removing the photo of the person responsible for him getting hard - his girlfriend Gwen. By the light of the full harvest moon, Dick admired his pretty girlfriend and got harder still. Even though the photo was in black and white, Dick's mind could see Gwen's perfect Midwestern looks in full color -- her fair flawless skin, her long tresses of blonde hair and her big blue eyes that were the highlight of her pretty face.

Even a year later, Dick still could not believe he had met the perfect girl, the young woman he would eventually marry and have his own family with just three days after starting at college. They had been apart all over summer, Gwen being from Ohio and working much of the summer as a camp counsellor, while Dick had been at home working a summer job.

Excited at seeing Gwen again tomorrow -- that's if they ever found their way out of these farmlands -- and memories of what he and Gwen had done together when alone caused Dick's penis to throb, and there was only one solution for it. Holding Gwen's photo in his left hand and his cock in his right, Dick began to jerk off, the young man's handsome face etched with pleasure as he masturbated. Soon his right hand failed to exist, and became Gwen's vagina.

Everything and anything with Gwen ran through Dick's mind, from the mundane to the extraordinary, so many things were open for masturbation. Some were understandable, like seeing Gwen's big young breasts, her blonde pussy and her bare bottom for the first time, and he also liked her pretty bare feet. Others were more out there, like when he rang her house from a phone booth earlier in the summer and was informed by one of Gwen's younger brothers that Gwen could not come to the phone as she was 'sitting on the toilet' in the upstairs bathroom. The thought of this turned him on, as Gwen for obvious reasons would have had her panties down as she did that.

Dick jerked off harder at the memories of the first time Gwen made herself available to him, unaware that her mother was watching him intently. It reminded Doris of the time she had jerked off Richard back in the war and he was wearing his soldier's uniform, she her nurse's uniform, and they could not do what they wanted to do as Doris's monthly friend was paying her a visit.

Doris also thought about how handsome her husband had looked in his military uniform, but she reminded herself that the last thing she wanted to see was her son in a military uniform. If she did, it would likely result in him going overseas for a tour of duty in Vietnam, a fate Doris most definitely did not want for Dick.

Thinking about Gwen naked as the shared a sneaky shower together and his girlfriend in complete nudity was enough to bring Dick to climax. His orgasm flowed through his fit young body, his balls sending a tidal wave of sticky white semen into his penis. Dick's cock was like an opened fire hydrant, except instead of water he sprayed semen everywhere, the sticky white ejaculate splattering on the leaves of nearby corn stalks in astonishing quantities.

Dick breathed heavily as he came, sweat on his body and forehead, and in his mind he was not in a cornfield masturbating but in bed with Gwen, both of them naked and having fun, with Gwen's orgasm having soaked his own groin with pussy wetness. However the reality soon kicked in, and the young man stood there with his pants down at the front, his penis showing the sticky white evidence of his self-pleasuring. The smell of ejaculate was clear in the night air.

Taking the last sheets of the toilet paper Dick cleaned his cock, removing all evidence of his masturbation. Throwing the sticky tissue into the corn stalks, Dick pulled up first his underpants and then his pants, adjusting his big cock in his pants. Despite having reached orgasm just a minute ago, Dick's cock started to respond again when he thought of the time where a gust of wind had blown up Gwen's mini-skirt and shown her white panties, and he had to think about the time the fat boy in his class got travel sick on a high school field trip and threw up all over Dick on the bus to go down again and not risk embarrassment in front of his parents and sisters.

What Dick of course did not know was that one of his parents -- his mother -- had seen not only him peeing but masturbating too -- and was still squatting in the cornfield with her panties around her ankles with her mind and her pussy going wild at the scene. So intently was Doris watching her so jerking off that she had completely forgotten that she was urinating and it was only when Dick reached orgasm that she kind of returned to reality and looked down at the huge wet patch of earth underneath her private female area.

Doris took her toilet paper and wiped her soaking wet pussy front to back. However there was not only pee to wipe away, there was pussy juice too, and lots of it. Again, Doris felt like she was menstruating so wet was she between her legs, the toilet tissue sticking to her vagina and tickling her pussy too, sending waves of pleasure from her clitoris through her body.

So turned on was Doris that some of her female excitement had run from her vulva down the sensitive skin that ran down to her anus, and had to use the last of her toilet paper to dry this area. Throwing the saturated toilet tissue to one side, Doris stood up and pulled up her pretty white cotton panties, adjusting her underwear around the firm white cheeks of her bare bottom, her vagina and her feminine mound with curls of blonde hair in abundance.

Standing up Doris was still crazy with desire for her son and her husband, but while between her legs her pussy was getting her panties plenty damp, she like daughter Jane had the advantage of being a woman and not having to think about unsexy or sad things to hide evidence of her excitement.

Doris was unable to resist a quick detour to the place where her son had jerked off, and the smell of ejaculate although fading now was still evident. The attractive Mom looked with pride at all the semen her son had sprayed out of his big cock. His girlfriend Gwen was a lucky young lady that was for sure, although she hoped that they took precautions. She didn't feel ready to become a grandmother as yet.

Once again, Doris seemed to lose self-control as she reached out and touched a glob of her son's sticky warm semen and put it on her tongue, tasting the ejaculate and again feeling her pussy going wild in her pants again as she thought about the few and far between times she had given Richard a blow-job. She very much wanted to do it now, but for obvious reasons would have to cool her desires.

And having obviously not seen Richard's observations of Jane in her intimate moments and her husband's struggles to control his desire, Doris lamented that the unfortunate injury to Richard's groin during the golf game would render him impotent as usual, despite her having broken out of her frigid state.

Making haste back to the car, Doris quickly met up with her husband, son and daughter as the four of them washed their hands, only for the back door of the car to open and them to be faced by the indignant glare of younger daughter Sally as she climbed out. The teenager was not happy, and she was going to let everyone know about it.

"What took you all so long?" Sally demanded. "I've been waiting in the car for ages."

"Um Sally, you do know that it's not polite to ask people why they took so long in the bathroom?" Dick asked, receiving a glare from his youngest sister in response.

"Except there isn't a bathroom here, do you know how embarrassing it was for me having to go behind that tree to relieve myself?" Sally demanded while pointing at the odd-shaped tree, clearly not considering the fact that her parents and siblings also had to relieve themselves in the open air in a cornfield. "There could have been a car full of homosexuals that drove by to spy on me!" She stomped her foot indignantly.

Jane laughed, antagonizing Sally even more. "Oh come on Sally, I don't think that there are any homosexuals driving around here tonight, do you? We haven't even seen one car for over an hour."

"Well there could have been a car full of homosexuals that drove by and saw me," complained Sally. "And when they found out that I was too old to be tempted into their car with candy, they would have kidnapped me by force."

"You really do have a great imagination and talent for drama Sally," Richard laughed. "Perhaps you might win a Pulitzer Prize one day? Or turn your hand to acting, and win an Academy Award for Best Actress one year?"

Sally glowered at her father. "There's lots of bad things that could have happened to me Dad. That van full of hippies could have abducted me and taken me to California and brain-washed me into joining their cult. I could have been captured by some weird farmer where he and his wife keep me as a slave working 18 hours a day, locked in the basement the rest of the time, using a bucket to go to the bathroom and eating only bread and water. I heard coyotes, I could have been attacked by them, or a wolf or a bear. There might have been a twister. You didn't even leave the keys in the car so I could have driven away if there was any danger."

"That's great Sally, you'd only be too happy to drive off and leave us all behind in the middle of nowhere with a tornado bearing down on us," said Doris. "What a generous and thoughtful young lady you are."

Again, more drama from youngest daughter Sally as the teenager stomped her foot and stormed back into the car, folding her arms and sulking. Dick and Jane gave each other the 'What did we do to deserve this?' look they often exchanged when their younger sister was in one of her dramatic moods, then got into the back of the car one each side of Sally.

"Let's see if we can find that elusive town, that guy at the gas station might as well as given us directions to Colorado," said Richard.

He climbed into the driver's seat, Doris into the front passenger seat. Richard started the car, pushed down the clutch and reached onto the column, changing gears as he drove out onto the road and through the seemingly endless rows of corn.

In the back of the car, Dick thought about what his girlfriend Gwen was doing at the moment -- in his imagination she was butt naked and taking a shower -- while Jane drifted in and out of sleep as she looked at the moon and stars. Sally was tempted to ask 'Are we there yet?' but decided better against it, they were lost and she knew it. In Sally's overly fertile imagination she thought they might be driving around in this farmland for 30 years until they were found in the year 1997, by which time Sally would be a 46-year-old woman.

The front of the car saw Richard driving while Doris had opened up the map again and was navigating, but nobody could see in the minds of the married couple and their thoughts and desires, not only for each other but for the eldest son and daughter of the opposite sex too.

Richard had to try and concentrate on the road with a throbbing erection as he looked at his beautiful wife in the passenger seat, then cast glances into the back of the car at pretty 18-year-old Jane, who looked cute as she slipped in and out of sleep. Sexy memories of Doris from when they first met until the present day filled Richard's mind as well as seeing Jane's private moments earlier, and he had to remind himself to concentrate on the road. He also hoped that he did not get pulled over by the police, as the front of his pants would be very hard to explain to the cops if they asked to step out of the vehicle.

Doris found it hard to sit still next to her husband, squirming in her seat with her double-cotton panty saddle getting increasingly damp, especially when she noticed her husband's erection. Her mind filled with images of her husband at all stages of their lives together, and from time to time Doris would look into the back of the car and admire her tall, handsome son, thinking of seeing him masturbating earlier and how she had tasted his ejaculate.

Richard hoped he would find his way out of the cornfields soon so they could find accommodation for the night and he could get into Doris's panties, and Doris in turn hoped that they would find their way back to the main road sooner rather than later so Richard could get into her panties.

Fortunately after a half hour of driving Richard found a sign indicating that the main road was just two miles in front of them, and they were out of the cornfields, into the small town they were looking for and into a motel for the rest of the night.

"Sleep tight kids," said Richard, as he and Doris looked into the room the three kids would be sharing.

"And don't let the bedbugs bite," joked Doris.

Sally, who was already getting settled in the lower bunk of the bunkbed the girls were sharing, rolled her eyes and sighed at her mother's joke. Dick and Jane were more polite, wishing their parents goodnight.

What Dick and Jane didn't know was that their parents' eyes were all over them, observing them in ways they had never done before, Richard and Doris lusting for each other as well.

Dick, who was going to sleep in the single bed was attired in a white vest and boxer shorts was completely unaware that his mother was admiring his fine 19-year-old physique, parts of his hairy chest showing through his vest. And he had no idea that his mother was admiring the bulge of his penis and balls at the front of his boxer shorts.

Likewise Jane, now in her nightwear of an oversized tee-shirt over panties had not the slightest clue was looking at the shape of her boobs, the fabric showing off their shape and giving the slight outline of Jane's nipples. The pretty teenager did not know of her father's interest in the shape of her bottom, her long legs and her pretty bare feet, especially Jane's perfect teen toes.

And when Jane climbed up the ladder to the top bunk, she did not notice that her father took the small window of opportunity to glance under her sleep-shirt, Richard rewarded with the slightest glimpse of his daughter's pretty pink cotton teen panties as she ascended, with Jane having changed her underwear before bed.

Doris of course had no challenge other than increasingly damp panties as she thought about her son and husband. Richard again had to stop himself getting a visible erection in front of his family and again relied on memories from serving in World War 2 to accomplish this, however he had to be careful not to go too far otherwise his impotence might return.

Richard and Doris closed the door to Dick, Jane and Sally's motel room and went next door to their room, opening the door and turning on the light. However it was a mere matter of seconds after closing and locking the door that the husband and wife looked at each other, and immediately were in each other's arms, French-kissing and passionately embracing each other. Doris felt something she hadn't in a very long time, her aroused husband's erection against her body, and it sent shivers of excitement that started in her clitoris and spread through her entire body.

Still making out like a couple of college students who had the house to themselves for a couple of hours, Doris and Richard took things to the bed. Doris rubbed her husband's groin with her hand, feeling his huge erection through the fabric of his trousers and his underpants, Richard so enjoying his wife's touch that he worried that he would wet his pants with a substance that was a different color from and much denser than urine.

Filled with desire for Doris, he ran his hands all over her body, sensationally hot for a woman of any age, much less a 45-year-old who had given birth to three babies in her younger years. Richard's hands fondled Doris's large breasts, his wife able to feel his touch through the fabric of her green dress and her white bra, Doris's nipples tingling at the sensation.

Richard's firm hands moved to the hem of Doris's dress. With their mouths locked together, Richard put his hand up Doris's dress, feeling her buttocks through the white cotton of his wife's panties. Tracing Doris's panty lines, he pushed his hand between her legs, feeling the dampness seeping through her double-cotton panty saddle.

All the sexual frustrations of the past 10 months or so flowed away as Doris and Richard took a break from making out and undressed each other down to their underwear. Richard's unfortunate accident on the golf course that rendered him mainly impotent and the post-surgery complications from Doris's appendectomy that made her frigid and unresponsive to sex seemed as far away as the fall of 1946 rather than the fall of 1966, as Richard's cock stayed rock hard knowing where it wanted to go -- right up Doris's pussy, which remained as aroused as ever this evening.

Doris was now barefoot and wearing only her white bra and her panties, while Richard was down to his vest and underpants. The vest didn't stay on for long, Doris's eager hands removing it from her husband's torso, and admiring his masculine chest so much like the chest of their son, running her fingers through the many curls of dark hair that grew here, the husband and wife making out passionately again, the toes on Doris's bare feet clenching hard as she felt her tongue intertwine with that of her husband.

Normally Doris's bra or the unfastening thereof was too much of an obstacle for Richard to handle, but he had no such problems with the process this evening, freeing the garment to reveal Doris's large, beautiful breasts, that proved that as infants Dick, Jane and Sally would never have been in any danger of going hungry. Richard's cock throbbed in his underpants as he removed his wife's bra in the reality, and in his fantasy he thought about how good it would be to remove Jane's bra and expose her own large teenage breasts, this alternating with thoughts of Jane's future boyfriend -- a sensible, handsome pre-law college student like Jane -- taking off Jane's bra.

Doris for her part loved having her husband taking off her bra in the reality and his touch to her bare breasts, her nipples tingling at his touch. Like Richard but obviously unknown by him, Doris's mind worked very much the same as her husband's during this process. She was enjoying what was actually happening, but also thought about her fit handsome son Dick removing her bra, and Dick removing the bra of his pretty girlfriend Gwen pre-coitus.

Taking off her husband's underpants, Doris admired Richard's cock, again noticing how similar it was to their son's cock. Like the first time when they had been intimate many years earlier Doris took Richard's penis in her hand and played around with it, teasing it and giving him a hand-job, Richard worrying that his wife's touch would cause him to lose control and ejaculate all over her fingers.

Fortunately this did not happen, and Richard eagerly took hold of the elastic waistband of Doris's panties, pulling them down her shapely legs and off over her pretty bare feet, leaving Doris completely naked from her long blonde hair down to her toes.

While they had of course seen each other naked many times, Richard and Doris could not stop admiring each other's nudity. Richard admired Doris's pretty face, her big breasts, her amazingly flat tummy with cute navel, her feminine mound with her triangle of blonde pubic hair, her fine legs and perfect feet, looking at the reflection of Doris's bare bottom in the mirror, his wife's buttocks reminding Richard of a peach.

Doris admired her husband's fine physique, no middle-aged weight gain or loss of looks evident on his 46-year-old body, Richard still as handsome as the night Doris removed her nurse's uniform and Richard his GI uniform and they had sex for the first time. Yet at times and for brief seconds Doris would see their son Dick naked on the bed in front of him, while in Richard's imagination the real Doris would interchange with the imaginary image of daughter Jane before him, her 18-year-old body in a state of complete nudity.

Richard and Doris kissed again, and Doris lay back on the bed, opening her legs to make herself available to her husband in the missionary position. Richard's hard cock throbbed as he looked between his wife's legs and at her private female areas, from her blonde pubic hair, her vagina and all the way down to her tight little anus.

Climbing on top of his wife, Doris gasped in delight as her husband entered her, feeling the wonderful sensations as Richard's erection went up her vagina for the first time in what was approaching a year. Her pretty face contorted in pleasure at her husband's excitement inside her, and they got into position that would be the most comfortable for them, Richard and Doris still finding it hard to believe they were doing this.

Richard pushed his cock hard up into Doris's vagina and leaned forward to kiss her, the dark curls of hair on his chest tickling her breasts as he did so. Doris gasped in delight, and pushed herself forward to increase the pleasure for both she and her husband.

The husband and wife despite not having had sex in nearly a year soon got back into the swing of things, making love in the missionary position with great passion. Sometimes they went slow and sensual, Richard grinding his dick against Doris's pussy, with his curls of dark brown pubic hair intertwining with his wife's blonde curls of pubic hair. Other times they went hard and fast, both of them sweating, Richard thrusting hard up into Doris, she in turn pushing her hips forward to make it even better.

In Richard and Doris's minds, at times they remained in the present, having sex in a motel room in rural Indiana. Other times they were back in the past, for example in their army and nursing uniforms in the Second World War, a young married couple post-war and in the early 1950s trying to enjoy themselves after the children had gone to bed and were asleep.

Yet at other times, fantasy would come into play. On a number of occasions, Doris imagined that the man she was making love to was her handsome 19-year-old son, and that he was on top of her, his penis thrusting not in Dick's girlfriend Gwen's vagina but in her own.

Richard's mind likewise would flash from reality to fantasy and back to reality again, and in his imagination he had gotten into Jane's panties and that his 18-year-old daughter was the one underneath him, and the vagina his penis in and out of was Jane's vagina rather than his wife's vagina. And given the physical similarity of the mother and daughter, it was easy for Richard to interchange them in his mind's eye.

Given that Richard nor Doris had reached orgasm for the better part of a year and both were turned on by the reality of making love to each other and fantasizing about their young adult son and daughter, it took both far less time for them to reach orgasm. And both husband and wife reached their climax at the same time.

Doris's pretty face contorted with pleasure and she screamed out in pleasure, her legs flailing about and her toes on her bare feet clenching and unclenching as the wonderful waves of her feminine orgasm spread from her clitoris through her vagina, the sensation going up into Doris's anus and her rectum, Doris's nipples hard and aroused. The sensation went through her entire body, and Doris's sticky female climax soaked her husband's groin.

At the same time as his wife's hot pussy soaked him, Richard felt his own orgasm go through his body as he thrust into Doris, his testicles sending a tidal wave of sticky white semen -- stuck inside his balls for nearly a year -- up into his rock hard erection and spraying up into his wife.

Semen splattered all over Doris's cervix and soon millions of sperm were swimming up her birth canal and into her uterus, exploring her fallopian tubes for a nice ripe ova to fertilize. However the search would be in vain as it was just a week since Doris's most recent ladies' days ended, and her ovaries had not yet released an egg for her new monthly cycle. This was a good thing. Had this happened a week later, there was a real chance that Doris and Richard would have produced a late baby, one closer in age to future children of Dick, Jane or Sally than his or her actual siblings.

"I can't believe we just did that, Richard," said Doris, as she and her equally breathless husband separated from each other and lay naked on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and holding hands.

"Neither can I, Doris," Richard affirmed, still finding it hard to believe that he and his wife had just had sex, something that had eluded them since the later months of 1966.

"And our fun isn't over yet," said Doris, a teasing tone in her voice.

"How's that?' Richard asked.

"Shower time, we can't possibly go to bed like this," said Doris. She indicated herself covered in sweat, Richard likewise soaked with sweat too on a warm summer's evening.

"Good point, honey," said Richard, eagerly following his wife as she leaped off the bed and ran for the bathroom, admiring the firm white cheeks of Doris's bare bottom on the way.

Even before the interruption to their sex lives in the past year, as parents Richard and Doris rarely found the opportunity to shower together, as it was seldom just the two of them at home alone. Mostly it would happen during summers when all three kids were away at camp. But now in the motel room shower, Doris and Richard were making up for lost time, kissing and caressing under the warm droplets and soaping up each other's naked bodies.

Richard loved seeing Doris's triangle of blonde pubic hair filled with suds and bubbles as his wife washed her pussy, soapy water running down her legs and to her bare feet and the shower floor. He imagined watching their daughter Jane naked and showering, his daughter's blonde pubic hair filled with soap as she washed her vagina.

Doris felt tingling between her legs as she not only admired her handsome husband showering, but imagined showering with their son Dick, and Dick showering with his pretty girlfriend Gwen. Richard and Doris kissed again, Doris feeling her husband's hands all over her bare bottom. The touch to her rear end made Doris wonder how she could have been frigid all these months post-surgery.

Turning off the shower and drying off, Doris and Richard put on their nightclothes. For Doris this was a pair of clean panties and a summer nightdress, and for Richard some boxer shorts and a vest. They climbed into bed together, holding each other and kissing, Richard feeling Doris's bare feet against his lower leg and causing his erection to rise. Doris fell asleep, and as Richard joined her in the land of nod a minute or so later he hoped that he and Doris had cast away their problems with impotence and frigidity forever.

*

Richard and Doris were in luck. They awoke before even the earliest rising roosters in the morning, and again were making love, this time Doris riding her husband in the cowgirl position and the two of them enjoying the joys of making love.

Checking out of the motel after Dick, Jane and Sally woke up, Richard drove towards the college town, he and Doris in such great moods that they sang along with songs by the Beatles and other artists on the radio, to the surprise of the three kids in the back of the car. And this time, they had no problems with getting lost in the endless rows of corn growing in the fields.

Arriving at the campus, Dick and Jane were dropped off to start the new college year, Dick catching up with his girlfriend Gwen and their friends, while new student Jane found her dormitory and got to meet some of the girls she would be sharing with and part of the athletics program.

As she said goodbye to her son and eldest daughter, Doris wished that she could pass Sally off as some sort of child genius who was eligible to start college at 16 and leave her here, Doris not impressed by Sally's poor attitude and the way she had obtained some bubble-gum at a convenience store, noisily and obnoxiously chewing it.

Richard also noticed, and lamented that with high school starting this week it was probably too late to send Sally to a girls' boarding school, or to find a rare military academy that allowed girls to enroll. He could see the sulky look on Sally's face as they got into the car for the drive home. Richard knew it would be a long drive.

Sally herself sat in the back seat of the car during the drive home, thinking that something was odd about her parents. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, but there was something different about them, the way they were looking at each other, their demeanor. The overly dramatic teenager sighed to herself and feigned sleep, lamenting that she had such weird parents to embarrass her.

Arriving back in their home town, Richard, Doris and Sally found Grandpa staying at the house overnight while looking after the dog and the cat, giving him a break from Grandma who was pressuring him to re-paint the kitchen over the weekend. He seemed sorry to have to return home.

Once again, as she returned to high school for her junior year Sally lamented that her brother and sister were having fun in college, while she was stuck at dumb old boring high school, and would be until she graduated in the Class of 1969, nearly two years from now. To Sally, at might as well have been 1989, and her envy only increased when Dick and Jane sent letters back home saying how swell things were at college.

And again, there was that feeling that something was off about her parents, but what it was, Sally could not say, even when bitching to her friends in the high school cafeteria and lamenting having weird parents. They were acting so affectionate with each other, holding hands watching television in the evening, things like that. They were acting like newlyweds, except they had married in the 1940s.

Several mornings, Sally noted that her parents stayed in their bedroom far later than usual, and that as a result her father was nearly late to the office on several occasions. This was something that had never happened before, Sally could not remember her father running late for work any other time, much less a number of times in a week. And it happened on Sunday too, and they were late for church. Sally normally wouldn't have minded this as she found church rather boring, but when the family arrived late for the service everyone looked at them, something that bothered the image-conscious teen as many of those looking were her classmates from school.

Another strange thing happened on a Friday night when Sally was lamenting not been able to go to the cinema with her friends as she was short of money, having used most of the funds from her part time job. Sally wasn't expecting any sympathy from her parents, thinking from past experience that both her mother and father would lecture her about how important budgeting and money management was, and that they would say that she had nobody to blame but herself and suggesting she go and study.

To Sally's utter astonishment however not only did her parents give her the money to go to the cinema, they gave her extra so she and her friends could go to the diner and eat afterwards, and even extended her normal curfew advising her to 'have fun'.

Sally could only shake her head as she left the house to meet up with her friends. If she didn't know any better, Sally could have sworn that her parents wanted her out of the way for the night. But why would that be? And it wasn't the first time, the other day her parents had advised her to 'go play', embarrassing enough for a girl of 16, but why did they want her to be out of the house?

The next morning Sally again noted that her parents were up late again and once again were acting live a pair of love-struck teenagers at her high school at breakfast. Sally thought back and recalled that this had all started when they got lost in the cornfields while driving Dick and Jane to college at the end of summer. Perhaps a flying saucer had abducted her real parents in remote Indiana that evening, and replaced them with these alien replicas?

Doris and Sally were running errands this Saturday morning, and Richard was staying home to complete some home maintenance tasks. As mother and daughter walked to the car Sally asked her mother if she wanted her to drive, but Doris said no, she would drive.

For Sally, this proved to be a bad thing, as her mother turned up the radio on the drive to the supermarket and began singing along, much to Sally's great embarrassment. Doris also invited Sally to sing along with a Four Seasons song Doris particularly liked, Sally refusing the request.

Then at a stop sign, things became even worse for Sally when Doris seemed to enter into a dream-like state, only snapping out of it when beeped by the car behind. Doris waved an apology and proceeded through the intersection. Sally's fair redhead skin went even redder as the teenager noticed that the car behind was filled with old ladies, the driver of the car looking old enough to have learned to drive in a Model T Ford and got her license somewhere circa 1910.

Sally sulked in the front passenger seat of the car, wondering if her mother was deliberately thinking up ways to embarrass her. What Sally of course did not know was that the reason her mother had been day-dreaming at the intersection was that Doris was reliving what she and Richard had done in bed last night in Sally's absence, and this morning when they woke up. And also imagining hundreds of miles away Dick getting into girlfriend Gwen's panties, Doris's own panties getting damp at these fantasies.

Arriving at the supermarket, Sally prayed to herself that her mother would not embarrass her any more. Unfortunately for Sally, the exact opposite to her silent prayer was answered. This happened as they passed by the pharmacy, and Doris blurted out loud enough for half the town to hear, "Sally, remind me on the way back to stop in there. It's my time of the month and your time of the month next week, and we both need more sanitary napkins."

And of course this had to happen when many students from her school -- a good number of them boys -- were passing by and heard this, and all looked at her strangely, some of them laughing. Sally's fair skin blushed brighter than her red hair, and she shambled after her mother, feeling as though the sky was pressing her into the ground each step she took.

As well as envying big sister Jane for being away at college and not having to put up with this, Sally also wondered if she could run away, hitch-hike a ride to California and join a hippie commune. Or perhaps the army would make an exception and allow a girl under 18 to enlist and go and serve in Vietnam?

Either would be better than the current status with her increasingly weird parents. Thanks to her Mom's big mouth, most of the school would know she was on her period next week. Sally fumed at the prospect, her mother might as well have come to the school and got the principal to announce it over the PA system. One thing was for sure, Sally wished she had stayed home with her father and helped him with his chores.

Unfortunately for Sally, her father wouldn't have wanted her there either. Back at home, Richard was not undertaking any chores, rather he was sitting in Jane's bedroom on the edge of her bed, a pair of Jane's lemon-colored panties in his hands, his erection throbbing in his pants.

Richard held up and admired Jane's pretty teen panties, stroking the soft cotton and fondling the double cotton saddle in his fingers, thinking about how this covered Jane's vagina when she was wearing them. While Jane of course had taken most of her underwear to college with her, she had left a couple of pairs of panties behind for her to wear when she visited next, which would be Thanksgiving.

And Richard was very much looking forward to Thanksgiving. Not just because he got to indulge in turkey, yams, corn, pumpkin pie and the like, but because Jane would be home and wearing this underwear.

Jane's panties that he currently held definitely looked good. They most definitely felt good. And they smelled good, the scent of the laundry detergent used when they were last washed still evident.

But Richard didn't want to smell laundry powder on his daughter's underwear. He wanted to smell Jane's hot teenage pussy from the feminine stains she would make on her panty saddle after a day of wearing these panties. He wanted to sniff the back cotton panel of the panties after they had gone between the cheeks of Jane's bottom and made contact with her tight little anus.

Realizing he had better get on with the things he needed to do, Richard returned Jane's panties to her underwear drawer and mentally counted down the days to Thanksgiving, and when he could sniff a pair of pretty Jane's panties for real.

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