Welcome to Hidden Hills - Pt. 03

Summary so far: Rick inherited a trailer park and a bunch of money from his dad. As he's discovering, Hidden Hills has some special qualities - all the women are very well-endowed, everyone is ALWAYS horny, and there's a supernatural entity that watches over the park. And maybe he's finally found the love of his life!

My first weekend at Hidden Hills was behind me, and my life was clearly never going to be the same. I was still trying to process all that had happened (including still grieving for my father), but I felt oddly at peace, like I had finally found where I was supposed to be, and who I was supposed to be with.

Given that I was working out a notice period, I didn't really have a job to quit. I called my boss and let him know that between my father's death and some new responsibilities, I wasn't coming back, but I made arrangements to drop off my laptop when I got back to town.

I was reluctant to leave Hidden Hills but there were things that I needed to do elsewhere, not the least of which was packing up my clothes and other stuff in my condo. I wasn't sure if I was going to keep the place, rent it out, or sell it, but I needed something other than Dad's old clothes to wear while I decided.

Lana volunteered to ride to Durham with me and drive the Camaro back while I drove the little moving van we picked up in town. I didn't have a ton of stuff I needed to bring with me since I was moving into Dad's suite, but between clothes, books, my retro high-end stereo system, a half dozen crates of vintage vinyl and my favorite desk chair, we needed more room than the pickup truck I suddenly owned.

Lana helped me box things up, and we took some time to test out my mattress before I took her out to eat at my favorite tapas place. I had wondered if the constant desire to have sex was going to be the same when we were outside of Hidden Hills. I found that it hit just as hard, but maybe that was because it was Lana. She was a big part of what I was now viewing as my "family". And she was a sweetheart, and a terrific fuck.

We decided to spend the night and head back early the next morning after I dropped off my laptop at my old employer's offices. My Durham neighbors probably still talk about that night -- Lana and I did not try to be quiet. Too used to the freedom of Hidden Hills, I guess. I'm just grateful that the police were not called.

I spent the next few weeks learning more about how things worked at Hidden Hills. Elle and I tried to keep our hands off of each other for most of the day so we could get some work done, but the frequent lunch quickies were terrific.

One of the questions I had is how potential tenants were screened. It seemed clear to me that there were certainly a lot of people that would otherwise be great tenants but who would have a heart attack their first weekend in the park. Elle looked a little troubled as she explained her methodology to me.

"I wish there were some some subjective criteria I could tell you that I use, but to be honest, it's a gut feeling. Mama used to do all the screening, and she could never really explain it either. But I think your invisible friend has a lot to do with it. I suspect that your dad had a talk with her -- maybe asked for her help." I didn't comment on Elle's reference to "her" but that was probably nicer than the "it" pronoun that I'd been using.

We had a surprising number of applicants for the few vacant spots. Surprising because we didn't really advertise -- it was mostly through word of mouth. That might have contributed to us not rejecting that many people, but I did see Elle politely tell more than one couple that she would get back to them, then shake her head as they left.

In one case, she started crying as soon as a young couple left the property. "I think he's beating her, and I don't know what I can do about it. God, that sucks so bad!" I thought about it for a minute and decided that we would do something about it. We had the couple's current address so I hired a PI to try to find something that would put him away for a time. It took a few weeks, but she was finally successful. It wasn't cheap, but the look of relief on Elle's face was more than enough thanks.

As the summer wound down and the leaves started to turn, I found peace in a rhythm of life that I had never experienced before. Elle and Lana and I worked well together, and I learned more about the maintenance and other requirements and expenses of the trailer park. I kept looking for ways to cut costs, but both Sandy and now Elle were pretty frugal without being cheap. I was going to need to look for other ways to become solvent.

Not that I thought we would run through the money Dad left me. But I wanted to find a way to at least make the trailer park pay for itself, so that I could use that money for more fun things, like showering Elle with gifts. I also spent so much money on the Adam and Eve website that I expected to start getting personal phone calls from their CEO. Toys are fun!

I also felt a growing need to go see my mother. She had kept this place hidden from me my whole life, and I wanted to know why. And, of course, I knew she was grieving for Dad, even though they had been divorced for forty years.

I called her at least once a week, of course, but those calls were mostly superficial. She was still working at the bank, but had let them know she was going to retire soon. As fall approached, I suggested that we come visit her at the place in Blowing Rock that Dad had left her.

"We?" I heard a little teasing in her voice.

"Yes, 'we', Mom. I'd like to bring Elle with me. I'd love for you to meet her."

"Elle? Sandy's daughter?" I was a little surprised that she knew that.

"The one and only. How about weekend after next? The leaves will be starting to turn but the peak and the crowds won't be for another week or two."

So that was settled, and suddenly both Elle and I were nervous, for two entirely different reasons. Meeting your lover's parent for the first time is always nerve-wracking, but my jitters were from something totally different. I was anxious to find out why Mom had shunned Hidden Hills to the extent that she had divorced the man that she clearly loved. But I started wondering if maybe I didn't really want to know.

Lana saw us off mid-morning on a Friday in late September. It made things so much easier knowing that she and her grandmother were there to take care of things. We threw our bags in the back of the Camaro and hit the road.

By the time we stopped for lunch on the other side of Winston-Salem, it was warm enough to take the top down, making the drive up US 421 much more fun. Elle shrugged off her sweater on a remote stretch of highway and sunned the tops of her bountiful boobs as we passed Wilkesboro and headed up the grade to Deep Gap. At least a couple of the truckers crawling down the steep incline in the other direction saluted her with their horn.

We went through Boone and turned south on US 321, past Tweetsie Railroad (if you know, you know) and through downtown Blowing Rock before getting to what was now my mom's mountain hideaway.

She was on the porch as we pulled up, ready with a hug for me. She took one look at Elle and then threw her arms around her, hugging her even harder than she had me. "Oh, sweetheart, I've wanted to meet you for so long!" Elle looked past her at me with eyes full of questions, but I just shrugged -- I had no idea.

I'd been to the house a few times when my dad owned it and it looked much the same, except for a few touches that were clearly my mom's, including pictures of us as I was growing up. We were a team -- just the two of us -- for a very long time, despite my occasional weekends and summers with Dad and Randi.

Mom might have passed 60 a couple of years before, but she still looked great. I never understood why she never found another guy -- she looked fantastic, she was independently wealthy even before Dad's death, and she was a lot of fun to be with.

She brought us into the great room and got us beers and the three of us talked about... hell, I don't really remember what we talked about. Mom seemed to be skirting around some obvious topics, but I didn't press it. We were going to be there for the whole weekend -- there was time.

It was probably around 6:30 when Mom suggested that I go pick up dinner. "That British pub is still around -- why don't you go get us a bunch of fish and chips and Elle and I can talk about you behind your back." I grinned at that -- I was glad that she seemed to feel comfortable with my sweetheart.

The house was less than a mile from the little downtown strip in Blowing Rock, so I walked in and had a beer while I waited for the order. It was probably 45 minutes later that I walked back into the house, to be greeted by raucous laughter from my two favorite women.

"You've got to be kidding me!" That was Mom.

"I shit you not, Toni. As the Goddess is my witness..." The two of them turned to see me standing there, holding multiple bags of hot, greasy fish.

Mom sprang up and grabbed plates and napkins and Elle opened a bottle of wine for her and Mom. I grabbed another can of a local IPA and we gathered at the dining table. It was good to see Elle and Mom comfortable with each other.

"Elle, how's your mom? I haven't heard from her in awhile." That rocked me back a bit. I had no idea that Mom and Sandy had been in touch after she and Dad divorced.

"She's doing well, considering. I know how much you both loved Frank. How much we all did. But she's happy that Ricky is there, although he's a poor substitute."

"Hey! Don't be mean!" I elbowed my love in her side. "And Sandy is terrific. But I have to ask you, Mom. Have you been in touch with her the past 40 years?"

"Tell you what. Let's finish dinner, maybe go for a walk. I've already fixed up the bed in the guest room. Tomorrow we'll talk. In full. I promise not to hold anything back. Deal?"

It was certainly fine with me.

We sat on the back porch looking out into the surrounding mountains, a blaze in the fire pit, often not really saying much of anything. I just enjoyed the evening mountain air and being with my two favorite people on the planet.

Mom went out of her way to tell us that she was a heavy sleeper and usually had some music on in her bedroom, so it was clear that she wasn't going to be freaky about it if Elle and I had sex. So while we tried to be quiet, I had no doubt from the grin on Mom's face the next morning that she had heard us. Elle's squeals when I was pounding her from behind probably carried all the way to Grandfather Mountain.

Mom was in the kitchen, coffee already brewed, when we ventured out of the guest room. Bacon was sizzling in a Lodge cast-iron skillet and she was pouring pancake batter onto the griddle. "Rick, pour us some orange juice and grab the syrup and butter, willya?"

We sat together at the small table in the breakfast nook and enjoyed Mom's cooking before we really spoke about much of anything. Finally after way too many flapjacks, I pushed back from the table. "That was fantastic, Mom! Let us do the cleanup and then maybe we can talk."

Elle and I made short work of the dishes and a few minutes later, we joined Mom back on the back porch with fresh cups of coffee. Mom had a lap rug wrapped around her to ward off the cool morning air.

"Y'all get settled in, because I'm going to tell you the whole story -- a story that I've never told anyone in forty years. It's a little sad, and maybe a little shameful, and this is going to take awhile, but you both need to know the truth.

"First of all, in case it isn't clear, I never stopped loving your father. He was the best man I've ever known, and I'm so proud that you turned out so much like him in so many ways. What happened between us was a tragedy, and I guess I'm glad to finally feel like I can talk about it.

"Ricky, you know how strict your grandparents always were. Daddy still is. Super religious, super conservative. That's the way I was brought up. I was trying to put a lot of that behind me when I met your father, but it's hard to ignore 20 years of indoctrination. I don't think Frank quite understood how deeply ingrained that type of thinking was." She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts.

"I think I was about 6 months pregnant with you when Frank bought the trailer park. He raved about the long-leaf pines and how much money logging them could bring in. Then he spent a week there and when he came back, he had totally changed his tune. He talked about how special it was, and how special the people were and how he could never sell it. I didn't understand.

"He kept bugging me to come down for a visit, but I wasn't comfortable leaving you with anyone else until you were 9 months or so. I finally agreed to hand you off to my folks for a couple of days and Frank and I drove down." I could see her hand tremble a little as she took another sip of coffee.

"That long weekend was something that I will never forget as long as I live. Elle, I met your mom and dad that first night and I, well... I'm just going to say it. I was fucking them both before the night was over. I'd never done anything... I'd never even thought of doing anything like it before in my life.

"The next morning I woke up with my head on your mom's shoulder, Frank tucked in behind me, your father behind Sandy, and it was the most peaceful I'd felt in forever. And it didn't stop. I... I can't tell this without being crude. I had my first experience with a woman, with anal sex, with double penetration... Sandy taught me to deep-throat. It was the best few days of my life. And when we got home, I was mortified. Terrified. Certain that I was going to burn in hell for all eternity. I couldn't look Frank in the face, I felt so... soiled. Partly because I loved it so much!"

She took a minute to wipe her eyes before continuing on. "It was all me. I hadn't done anything that I didn't want to do and that fact scared the life out of me. I enjoyed every second of it. God, did I enjoy it! I fell madly in love with Sandy. I wanted more. And I was sure that if I ever went back, I would lose myself in what I thought was horrible depravity. I tried to get your father to sell, and he almost did. But something changed when he went back there. It wasn't just the sex. He suddenly felt like a man on a mission."

I took her hand in mine. "I guess that's when the spirit of the place first made contact with him."

Mom pulled her hand back and looked at me, eyes wide. "You too? Why can't it leave us alone?!"

"It needs us. And we seem to be able to work with it. Hidden Hills isn't the same as it was 40 years ago."

Elle nodded. "He's right, Toni. It's not the constant orgy it once was." She grinned. "At least not during the week. And I know Mom would love to see you again. She still talks about you."

"God, I've missed her so much. I guess it was around the time you started college that I got back in touch with her, and we've called and texted each other for years. And, well, I started going up to Pennsylvania to visit your dad and Randi. Uh, visit may not be the right word. I... we..."

"Mom, are you telling me that you were having threesomes with your ex and my stepmother?!"

Mom looked down at her lap. I saw an almost imperceptible nod and a barely suppressed grin. I went over and knelt beside her, hugging her hard. "Mom, that's the best thing I've heard in a long while! I think it's fantastic. I love them both so much more, knowing that. You deserve happiness. I guess I wasn't mistaken that Randi slipped into your room while we were there for the funeral?"

"Yes, we both needed each other. We both loved Frank and we love each other as well. I stopped being ashamed of my feelings years ago. I just wasn't sure how you would react."

Elle hugged her from the other side. "Mama loves you too, Toni. You should come down for a visit. Soon."

"I... I'll think about it. I would truly love to see Sandy. It's just been so long. Too long, maybe. So that's the story, Ricky. I hope you can forgive me for keeping secrets and for being too uptight to stay with your father."

I hugged her tighter. "There's nothing to forgive, Mom. You did what you needed to do. That's all any of us can do. But Elle's right -- you should come visit. Soon."

# # #

I got a chance to see Elle's intuition about new people get tested a few weeks later, but it wasn't in regards to potential new tenants. A couple of our residents, Julio and his brother Luis, ran a handyman business and we were one of their customers. I walked into the office deep in conversation with him, talking about what we could do to upgrade our perimeter fencing, and noticed that Elle was on the phone.

"Of course! We'd be happy to show you around. I totally understand. We'll see you both next Tuesday."

Elle waited until Julio left before she came out from behind her desk and sat in my lap. "That was Tina's mom -- Eve. She wants to come check the place out but she doesn't want her daughter to know that she's checking up on her. So she and her husband will be here next Tuesday while the girls are at school. I told her we'd be happy to give them a tour."

"Sure, doesn't sound like a big deal."

"Well, it might be interesting. I got some really good vibes from her over the phone. Those kinds of vibes."

I raised my eyebrows and grinned at my partner. "Oh, I see! So you think they might be open to a little mid-week fun?"

"That's the feeling I got, but I won't know for sure until they're here in person."

While it was never as hot under the long-leaf pines in the summer as it should have been, it was also never as cool as I would expect for late October. It was dry and perfect when we saw a big Chrysler Pacifica pull through the gate. A very attractive brunette about our age got out of the driver's side and slid back the side door.

A well-built dark-haired man rolled his wheelchair down the extended ramp. He was a burly guy with short hair and a little grey in his stubble beard, his huge forearms covered in tattoos. We were near a bunch of military bases, and he definitely looked like a vet. Elle and I walked over and he stuck out a hand to me while never taking his eyes off of Elle. "Carl. Tina's dad." He had rough hands and a firm grip.

Eve walked over to stand beside him, scanning the area. I'd gotten so used to the well-endowed tenants at the trailer park that her prodigious breasts didn't seem unusual. But that didn't mean that I didn't absolutely appreciate them! They, and she, were lovely. But her expression at that moment was not pleasant.

"No wheelchair ramp? Your office isn't accessible?" She looked like she was about to storm back into the van and leave with her husband.

Elle smoothly stepped forward and slipped a hand into Eve's elbow. "It's just around back, ma'am. If you'll both follow me." As they got around the corner of the office trailer and Eve saw the extensive ramp, she had the good grace to look a little mollified as we went inside.

"Rick, why don't you give Eve the nickel tour and I'll entertain Carl here in the office." There was no mistaking her meaning -- she had clearly gotten some strong vibes from our sky goddess that these folks were cool. Nudge, nudge.

I took a closer look at Eve as I guided her out the front door. We walked further into the trailer park and I couldn't help but admire the way her rear filled out her tight dress slacks. She might have been dressed for the office, but she was still sexy as hell.

She had relaxed considerably after she saw the ramp, and we chatted amiably as I pointed out the trailer that her daughter shared with Amy, then guided her towards the pool. As we walked around it, she tripped a little and put a hand on my arm to steady herself, and I swear there were actual sparks between us. She didn't pull her hand away.

After touring the clubhouse, I took her back to the gym. She clearly knew her way around exercise equipment and commented on a couple of machines that we might want to add. I also noticed her unbuttoning the top couple of buttons of her white silk blouse, which was darkening with perspiration.

"Do you always keep it so hot in here?"

I made a show of checking the thermostat. "It's set to 70 degrees, Eve. That's pretty much where we keep it." I noticed her skin was flushed. "Are you okay?" She looked a little unfocused and I laid a hand on her arm. She really was sweating.

"I -- I guess so. But I... I think I should go find my husband."

"Can I ask you a personal question, Eve?"

"I guess? I mean, I might not answer it."

I suddenly got a little tongue-tied. "Your husband. Carl. Does he... can he... is he...?"

"Are you asking if he can perform, Rick?" I was afraid I'd pushed too hard, but I thought I sensed a smile under her stern look. "Yes, Carl is quite capable in that regard. Very capable."

"Then we might not want to be in a hurry to get back. I suspect my partner is... uh... entertaining him, if he's willing."

She gasped and pulled up short. Then looked a little thoughtful. "Huh. You think so? Then what should we do to pass the time?" She no longer seemed either surprised or upset, or in a hurry.

"I could show you some alternative uses for some of this equipment."

She looked around the small gym. "Like maybe... the pull-up bar over there? I wonder what we could do with that?"

She slipped her heels off and then walked over and jumped up to grab the bar. She did an easy chin-up and then hung there, looking at me like she was waiting for me to catch a clue. It didn't take me long. I reached up to slide her slacks down and off, taking her thong with them. She swung her legs up around me until her thighs were resting on my shoulders, her pussy right in front of my face.

As the saying goes, Mama didn't raise no fool. I dove in, savoring the taste and smell of a new pussy. Eve had a dark brown landing strip above her sex but was otherwise waxed bare. Her toned thighs squeezed around my head as I did my best to make a good first impression.

If the sounds she was making were any indication, it was more than good. I held onto the globes of her ass, taking most of her weight on my shoulders so that her arms didn't get too tired. I focused on her clit, taking side trips from time to time so that the rest of her pussy didn't feel neglected. I was afraid she was going to fall when she started to climax, but I managed to keep us both upright while she quivered and shook, surprisingly quietly.

When I carefully let her down, the look on her face told me that her lack of screaming was no negative reflection on my skills. "Fuck, Rick! That was... that was amazing! Let's check out some more equipment. How about that bench?"

I disrobed quickly while she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her torso to unhook the structured bra that held her gorgeous assets. She freed them and I was sure I saw God. "Eve, you have Elle-class breasts -- and I can think of no higher praise."

She took it exactly as the high marks that I had intended. I stretched out on the bench and she straddled me, holding onto the bench press handles and bending over to lower a perfect boob to my mouth. I lavished attention on one, then the other, while I reached out to stroke her pussy. I was more than ready to fuck her, but I was in no hurry and I didn't want her to feel rushed either.

She finally placed a hand on my chest and reached behind her to guide my cock into her as she lowered herself onto me -- slowly, teasingly, with a grin on her face that told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was exquisite and I thanked the Goddess for letting Elle know about these two.

"God, you're filling me up so good, Rick!" She rode me with a purpose -- slow, steady, deep, a pace that was going to allow us to enjoy each other for awhile, neither of us racing for a climax. She kept her eyes on mine, a little smile on her face, knowing how good she was making me feel.

We might not have been in a hurry, but we weren't trying to put off anything either. I thought it would be rude if I was first, though, so I was happy when Eve started to shudder and lose her rhythm. "Oh. Oh, Rick! Oh, fuck!" I stopped trying to hold off, and let myself go as she squeezed around my spurting cock. "Fuck. Rick. So good!" Fuck, yes it was.

I sat up with Eve still impaled on my half-hard cock and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck and stroking her back. She hugged me back, and we sat there comfortably together for a few sweet moments, Then I had an idea.

"Eve, sweetheart, I have another personal question, if you don't mind. Am I right that you're usually on top these days?"

She nodded, maybe a little more comfortable with me getting to know her. "Not always. But more often than not. Carl is a fantastic lover but it usually works best for me to ride him."

"Then let's change things up a little."

She pulled herself up, giggling as my cum dribbled out of her well-fucked pussy. "Damn, you filled me up, Rick!"

"I'm just getting started, lover." I stacked a couple of workout mats together and led Eve over to them, laying her down in the middle. I slid a foam roller under her head and knelt between her legs. She seemed a little surprised when I went down on her, but I've never minded the taste of my own jizz. If I'm happy if a lover swallows me, I shouldn't shy away from it myself, right?

Just as before, I wasn't trying to push her to an orgasm -- I just wanted her to feel good and be ready for more fucking. Because I absolutely wanted to fuck her again. I was finding that the longer I was in Hidden Hills, the stronger I felt the urge to spread my seed around, even while I was careful not to get anyone pregnant. Yet.

I was clearly hitting the right spots, because after lying on the mats with her legs spread to give me room, she suddenly clapped her thighs around my head and let out a thin wail. Her hands pressed my head into her sex. "Oh fuck! Fuuuuuucckkk!" Music to my ears, except that they were smashed into my head by Eve's strong thighs.

When she finally stopped quivering, her legs fell to either side of me, clearly in invitation. "Please, Rick! I need you to fuck me again!"

My cock slid into her like we'd made love a hundred times before. She gripped my triceps and looked into my eyes. "Fuck me hard, Rick. Give it all to me! Make my little pussy yours, at least for a little while."

I pulled back and then slammed into her, repeatedly, harder, faster. Her gorgeous breasts were making beautiful wave motions as her body rocked under me, rising to meet my thrusts and then rocking back, again and again. Her hair, previously perfect, was plastered across her forehead, sweat making her mascara run down the sides of her face.

She bit my shoulder as she came again and I joined her before her squeezing stopped, filling her again with hot cum. I leaned down to kiss her and we stayed locked together for a few minutes ever after our joint climax subsided. I finally pulled up on my elbows so that I could look at her. "Eve, you are amazing!" She just grinned and hugged me.

We cleaned up in the women's restroom as best we could. Eve's makeup was beyond repair, so she did what she could to just remove it. She looked gorgeous without it and I told her so.

We walked back and up the steps to the front porch of the office trailer and stepped inside, finding Elle sitting on Carl's lap, quickly trying to button her blouse up. Eve took a couple of steps towards her and Elle flinched a little, suddenly worried that she'd misread things. But then Eve leaned over to kiss her husband and then Elle, straightening up with a grin.

"Have fun, dear?"

Carl chuckled. "Yes. Yes, I really did."

Eve reached out a hand and wiped a bit of her husband's drying jizz from Elle's face. "It looks like it!" She popped her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, smiling down at the two of them.

"I think I understand this place a little better now. This might be unmotherly of me, but I'm glad our daughter is here. I trust you two, and Amy, to watch out for her. I'm kind of sorry we can't come join the weekend fun, but I think your rules are smart."

Elle looked at me before replying. "They're our rules. We can bend them. And we do have a few family members that are on the list of exceptions." I raised my eyebrows, as I was not aware of that. I made a mental note to ask her later who was on the list. "Talk to Tina. See if she would be comfortable with you here more often."

Carl nodded. "That makes sense. Either way, the two of you should come visit us in Wilmington some weekend. We've got some like-minded friends that would love to meet you. We do hotel takeovers once every couple of months, but probably not until after the holidays."

We saw them out to the van and waved as they drove off, then Carl's last words hit me. Holidays!?! Fuck, it was almost Thanksgiving!

# # #

I got the scoop on how Thanksgiving usually went down at Hidden Hills while having dinner with Elle and Sandy that night. I hadn't really thought about it, but it made sense when they told me that the trailer park pretty much emptied out for a few days at the end of November. Most of the trailers weren't really big enough to host visiting relatives, so almost everyone scattered to visit family.

The holiday might have snuck up on me, but Sandy and Elle were already well into preparations for dinner for a few of us. Lana and Julio had spent a lot of time with each other since she moved back into the park, so she was going with him to Jacksonville (NC, not FL) to meet his parents, leaving just a handful of us. "And I always make sure we've got plenty for any unexpected guests!" Sandy had it covered.

The line of cars rolling out the gate hit a crescendo around 2:30 pm on Wednesday, which was probably already too late to avoid the backups on every major highway in the state. I had invited Mom to come join us, but she had simply said, "not yet." Her dad -- my grandfather -- was in a nursing home in Mooresville, so she was going to visit with him and then meet up with some friends from work on Black Friday to go shopping at Southpark in Charlotte.

It was weird how quiet the place could get with everyone gone. Almost everyone. There were a few folks without families, or at least none near enough to visit, so they were invited to the house for dinner on Thursday. I locked up the gate around 5pm and headed over to the house.

As I walked in, I was assailed by the smell of baking. My mouth started to water, partly due to the aroma of a good Southern pecan pie and partly because of the cook. Sandy had her hair pulled back and was wearing a chef's apron and oven mitts -- and nothing else. I let her get her latest creation out of the oven before stepping behind her and pulling her into me. "You look delicious!"

She turned around in my arms and held my face with two flour-dusted oven mitts and kissed me soundly. "Eat me later. Elle has a surprise for you in your bedroom." That was certainly intriguing!

I walked into our suite to find my beloved on all fours over a buxom redhead, both of them seemingly determined to race to a climactic finish line. It took me a couple of minutes of intense watching before I realized with a shock who Elle was pleasuring.

"Randi?!?"

She looked back at me from between Elle's thighs. "Ricky! It's about time you got here!"

I'm sure my jaw was dragging the floor. I had never really thought of Randi as my stepmother. She was Dad's wife, she was Todd's mom, and she was the nice lady that made sure we all ate well when I visited Dad in the summers. And she was my first crush object.

Dad had a pool put in at his old house in Pennsylvania the year I turned 12. It was a big one -- not Olympic-sized but plenty long enough to get some good laps in. And Randi loved it as much as I did. She was in her late 20s then, and man did she fill out a bikini! Todd was a weak swimmer and stayed in the shallow end, but Randi and I would play around in deeper water, and I struggled mightily to avoid being obvious about the erections she inspired.

All that ran through my head as the two women separated and laid back on the bed, making room between them for me. I understood the unspoken invitation, and was undressed and sliding under the covers between them in nothing flat.

My first kiss with Randi was electric -- for both of us, I think. And then kissing Elle, which was a highlight for any day. I was already mostly hard when Randi slid her hand down my torso to caress my cock. "Ricky, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this, baby!"

She leaned over me to kiss me again, then dragged her nipples down my chest and stomach and thighs as she slid down to kneel between my legs, her warm mouth finding my erection and bringing it to full attention. Elle took over the kissing me part, but her eyes were on my cock disappearing into Randi's mouth.

"She looks so pretty taking you like that, baby! Did you ever imagine she would be sucking your cock?" Fuck yeah, at least a million times -- I just never thought it would happen. Elle whispered in my ear, "I'm going to go down and help." Randi had it pretty well covered but I was not going to complain.

Elle knelt beside me and Randi fed her my cock while she licked my balls. It was as close to heaven as I could imagine. I reached over and slid a couple of fingers into Elle, grinning as she jumped from surprise, then she moaned and squeezed around them.

When they teamed up and trapped my cock between both their mouths, I knew I was not going to last much longer. A couple of minutes was all it took, and I took pride in the fact that I lasted that long before my cock turned into a fountain.

Randi captured the tip of my cock after the first couple of spurts and Elle cleaned up the rest. I watched as they shared a sloppy kiss and I swear I was almost erect again by the time they moved up to kiss me as well.

Elle smiled at both of us and backed off the bed. "Babes, I'm going to go help Mom with dinner. Why don't you two, uh, establish a new relationship dynamic or something?" Randi snickered, but she didn't argue. Elle wrapped her robe around herself and blew us a kiss before heading for the kitchen.

Randi snuggled next to me and I gently traced lines over the breasts that I'd lusted after so long. I was certainly not done but I was also not in a hurry. "This is such a nice surprise, Randi. I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here, sweetie. I've thought about this moment for a long time. I don't know if that surprises you or not, but I had a hard time keeping my hands off you when you came for visits while you were in college. And after." I looked at her, indeed a little surprised. "You know, your dad would have been okay with it, but the time just never seemed right. Until now."

I kissed her and raised myself over her, leaning down for a kiss. "Now it is, then." I slipped between her legs and she guided my cock into her, and it felt every bit as good as I'd always imagined. No, she felt better -- she was right that now was the time.

Sometimes sex is hard and fast and pounding. Sometimes it is slow and sweet and soft. And sometimes... sometimes it is steady and warm and constant and my god was this one of those times. I held myself up on straight arms, looking down on Randi's lovely face as she looked up at me and I fucked her like I had a goddamn metronome hidden inside me. And it was perfect.

She pulled her legs back up against her breasts to give me more room, and I kept that steady pace as I felt Randi cum around me. I didn't slow down, I didn't change a thing, and she moaned and clawed my back as yet another climax chased the first one. And I still wasn't quite there yet.

Her eyes got wider as she stared into mine, her body responding so well to everything I did. She had her hands on my ass, urging me to go harder, faster, and I finally did, knowing full well that she was going to pull me over the top with her.

Her hands moved from my butt to the back of my head and she pulled me down into a deep kiss as I finally gave in and jetted inside her, my balls as hard as walnuts. I came so hard it almost hurt, and yet it felt better than almost anything. I'd waited thirty years to make love to this woman, and she was worth the wait.

After a few moments of stillness I slipped out of her and rolled onto my side, holding her against me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again and I could see tears sliding down her beautiful face. I looked a question at her, but she shook her head.

"It's all good, baby boy. In fact it's perfect. I just miss him, Rick, and you remind me so much of him. And that's a beautiful thing and I'm so glad to have this with you. This little bit of Frank." She giggled. "Well, not so little after all. Quite wonderfully large, in fact."

I hugged her to me. "Randi, I've wanted to make love to you ever since I knew what that meant. Thank you for this gift."

She smacked me on the shoulder, then reached down to stroke my now-limp cock. "Don't talk like this is the only time, buster! Elle already told me that she is very generous with this dick!" I couldn't argue with that.

# # #

Randi and I showered together, taking care to get all of each other's good bits spick and span. We were holding hands as we walked into the great room and Elle and her mom made a show of kissing us both thoroughly before handing us each a glass of red.

"So how was he, Randi?" I could have murdered my maybe soon-to-be mother-in-law. But I was also intent on hearing the answer.

"He was adequate." I thought Elle was going to choke on her wine. Randi stepped over to hug me. "I'm kidding, baby boy. You were superb, just as Sandy told me you would be." I'm sure I was blushing.

We had a light supper together, just the four of us. I looked around the table and just drank in the beauty of my new family. Randi was approaching 60 and I was sure that Sandy had passed that milestone a couple of years earlier, and they were both two of the sexiest women I'd ever met. And Elle somehow surpassed them both in my book.

I raised my glass as dinner started to wind down. "To three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -- I am thankful for all of you!"

Elle grinned and added, "And to six of the finest tits in the world, and yes, I'm including mine!" No one dared argue.

I filled our glasses again and pushed away from the table. "Gotta save room for tomorrow! Speaking of which, who all is coming for dinner?"

Sandy had the scoop. "Amy's coming -- her folks are in Europe for a few weeks. She could have gone to Tina's, but Andre's going to be here too." That got a grin from Elle and myself. Andre was the DJ I'd met my first night in Hidden Hills. I thought he was a kid but I'd found out since that he was a bit older than I thought and an instructor at the highly-rated music department of the university. He and Amy seemed to be developing a relationship, but I was pretty sure it was going to be no more exclusive than Lana and Julio's. Or mine and Elle's.

"There are a handful of others that weren't sure of their plans yet, but we'll have plenty of food, no matter what."

Elle and I offered to clean up the kitchen and got no argument. Randi and Sandy excused themselves, walking arm in arm back to Sandy's suite. "They're so sweet together. I'm so happy your stepmom is here! She's good for Mom." I was in total agreement.

We all slept in Thanksgiving morning. Sandy had let it be known that the house wouldn't be open until 1pm, so there was no rush. Elle and I had a long, leisurely fuck, just the way I like to start a morning. Then we made coffee and cranked up the toaster as her mom and my stepmom finally made their appearance, looking very smug and satisfied.

"Good night?" I knew the answer without asking, but it was fun to see them blush. Randi anyway -- I'm not sure Sandy ever blushed.

I'm an adequate cook, but I was really left with nothing to do but set the table (for ten, despite the lower number of confirmed guests) and make sure we had plenty of white wine chilling and red wine on the sideboard. The smells emanating from the kitchen were making me wish I'd had something more substantial than a couple of pieces of sunflower toast.

Amy and Andre showed up not long after 1 pm and I made sure they had something to drink. Andre let me know that he didn't drink alcohol, but like any good Southern Thanksgiving, we had plenty of sweet tea as well as some sparkling cider.

It wasn't long after that the doorbell rang again. Elle answered and shrieked as she let Gabby and Sierra in, along with Sierra's husband Diego. "We weren't sure if Diego was going to get leave in time, or we would have RSVPed!" So we had nine for dinner, with a place set at the head of the table for Dad, a splash of red wine in his glass. We raised a glass to the dearly departed, and another to the Goddess, and then dove in.

It was the kind of Thanksgiving that people dream of. Incredible food, wonderful company, no stress -- I couldn't ask for more. Diego was a hoot, telling tales from his deployments and focusing on the absurd, avoiding the tragic. He was a great guy and a terrific storyteller and I was happy that he and Sierra had found each other.

After the pumpkin pie and the pecan pie and the apple pie were all fully consumed, we moved into the great room with drinks. There was a football game on, but the discussion was mostly on old times at Hidden Hills. I gained a further appreciation for my late father, not just from the stories of his prodigious sexual appetites but the tales of his kindness and thoughtfulness and generosity. I had huge shoes to fill.

Elle and I excused ourselves to go put away all of the leftovers, wrapping some up for the others in the dinner party to take with them. Andre and Amy had been whispering with Gabby and soon announced that the three of them were heading back to Amy's trailer, which got them much hooting and teasing, especially from Gabby's dad.

Elle pulled me aside with a kiss. "Babe, I'm going to go back with Sierra and D -- I haven't seen Diego in forever. You should spend some more time with Mom and Randi. You don't have to try to replace Frank, but I think they would enjoy sharing you, and I know fucking well you will enjoy being with them."

"Honey, you are the best girlfriend a guy could ever have." I grinned as I said it, with a slap on her little round ass. "Not many guys are lucky enough to have a gal that throws them at her hot mom." One more lingering kiss, and Elle was out the door with the last of our guests.

Randi and Sandy were deep in conversation when I came back from the door. "Well, ladies, looks like you're stuck with just me. Sandy, did I see a Scrabble board around here?"

They hit me from both sides, dragging me over to the sofa. They had clearly practiced this, because within seconds I was naked on the couch, my legs apart, with two voluptuous lovely experienced ladies passing my cock back and forth. I was in heaven.

People get so hung up on age, and age differences. I was with two delightfully naked, deliciously stacked 60-somethings and I couldn't imagine being any luckier. They were gorgeous, sexy, and they knew exactly what they wanted.

They took turns taking me to the edge, each pulling my cock out of their mouth with a grin as soon as I got close. My dick was a steel bar, my balls were hard as diamonds and I was no longer capable of rational thought. When they stood up and pulled me to my feet, I followed them into Sandy's suite half in a daze.

"Lay down, baby boy. Randi's going to ride you and you're going to lick my pussy until I cum. Is that okay?"

I couldn't do anything but nod. I flopped back onto Sandy's bed, boneless except for the raging erection I was sporting. They had brought me to the brink so many times without pushing me over that I was almost numb. Smart -- after all of that teasing it was going to take me a LOT to actually climax. I wondered if they had treated my dad to this.

Randi straddled me, holding my cock up so that it slid easily into her. "Oh fuck yeah, Sandy! Why the hell didn't I fuck this boy twenty years ago?" This "boy" was over 40, but I wasn't going to complain. I reached up to maul Randi's sizable breasts -- maybe not in the same category as Elle's or Sandy's but terrific regardless.

Sandy threw her leg over my head and settled down on my face, my tongue quickly burying itself into her pussy. I could hear the two women kissing each other over me as they rode me.

I felt like I was jumping into something that had been going on for decades, but I didn't feel like an extra. I guess I really did feel like I was taking Dad's place, which could have been weird but instead it just seemed kind of wonderful.

There were hours more of sex, but honestly it became something of a blur, distilled into images that I will always remember, and cherish.

I distinctly remember Randi on all fours over Sandi and watching them pleasure each other while I recovered for a moment. I got a gasp from Randi as I got back into the action and penetrated her from behind, but then Sandy got a shout from me as she raised her head to lick my balls.

I remember Sandy on her back, my cock in her ass, while Randi leaned over her and kissed her like she would never stop.

And finally, just before exhaustion took all three of us, my greatest memory of that night -- lying between them, their heads resting on my shoulders, my arms around them, feeling at peace with the universe. I will never forget it. I had, and have, a lot to be thankful for.

I woke up in my bed, not quite clear on how I'd gotten there. My stepmom and my lover's mom completely wore me out. I was pretty sure by the state I was in that I hadn't taken a shower, so I hit the shower and got cleaned up before even looking at the clock.

Elle was sitting on the end of the bed when I got out of the bathroom. "Have fun last night?" She leered at me, knowing full well that I did.

"Hell, yeah! At least what I remember."

"Those old ladies wear my baby out?"

"They're not that old. And yes, yes they fucking well did! How about you?"

She almost blushed. Almost. "Let's just say that Diego and Sierra really know how to show a girl a good time!"

# # #

We really weren't going to be able to do much other than plan until after the holidays. Randi invited us all to spend a few days in Pennsylvania. She also invited Mom, who I was happy to hear accepted quickly. Amy and Andre volunteered to keep an eye on the trailer park, freeing Elle and me plus Sandy, Lana and Julio to fly into Philly.

I'd sprung for First Class for our flight from RDU to PHL, even though for a short haul like that, it really just meant getting seated first and getting slightly more legroom. But that was worth it. Mom's flight from Charlotte arrived half an hour after ours, so I picked up our rental Escalade and circled back to baggage claim to pick everyone up.

When I pulled up, Sandy and Mom were still hugging each other, tears streaming down their faces. I had almost forgotten how long it had been since they'd seen each other and kicked myself for not finding a way to be there when they met for the first time in 40 years. But Lana got pictures.

The drive out to the Valley Forge area was very pretty after we got away from the city. Elle and Lana had never seen more than 3--4 inches of snow before and driving through horse country with the fields and old stone walls covered in a foot of white stuff was a treat. Mom and Sandy sat in the back seat, catching up on four decades. I smiled when I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Mom couldn't stop touching Sandy, like she was trying to reassure herself that she was real.

Randi came out onto the front porch as we were piling out of the SUV, arms wide and ready for hugs. Todd was right behind her, and I immediately noticed a difference from when I'd seen him at Dad's funeral six months earlier. He stood straighter and looked like he'd filled out, but more than that, he looked more mature. Not older, just more sure of himself, more... ready.

"Looking good, Todd! Running the show seems to agree with you!"

"You don't know the half of it! But who are all of these fabulous ladies you brought with you?"

We did quick introductions on the porch before Julio, Todd and I went back for the luggage and presents. As we stepped into the house, Todd's wife Sarah came in with their two little girls, and she was a revelation as well. Her mousy brown hair was now a shiny auburn and her somewhat frumpy clothes had been replaced by tight leggings and a wide-necked sweater that was sliding enticingly off of one shoulder. I'd swear her smile when she saw me and Julio was almost predatory.

We usually exchanged a perfunctory hug, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and I couldn't help but hold her lithe body against mine. She'd clearly been working out like a fiend. She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "It's really good to see you, brother-in-law..." I started wondering if I was in the right house. I looked over at Todd and he just grinned. Okay, then!

Then a little voice said, "Don't I get a hug, Uncle Rick?" I let her mom go and reached down to pick up Lisa. "You and Mags get ALL the hugs, kiddo!" I gave her a squeeze and reached down with my other arm to pick up her shyer younger sister. Lisa was 8 years old and loud and brassy, like her grandma. Maggie was a couple of years younger and a little quieter, like her dad. Or at least the way her dad had always been.

The house was a flurry of activity for the next couple of hours. Rooms were assigned, baggage was deposited and unpacked, drinks were poured and we all gathered in the great room waiting for pizzas to be delivered. Todd and I caught up on business a little and it sounded like he was really coming into his own as an owner and a manager.

"Dad was really good to work with -- and for -- but it's great to be the guy in charge. I wasn't sure I was ready, but things are going really well. Don't get me wrong, I miss him of course! But things are good."

I looked over at where Lana and Elle were sitting on the floor with Todd's daughters, talking to them about their dolls. Todd saw where I was looking and grinned. "Looks like you're doing pretty well yourself! Mom hasn't been all that forthcoming about the trailer park but I gather that there's much more to it than one would think. And now you're talking about building a spa?"

We talked about that (with some judicious edits on my part about the nature of the place) until the pizza came, and I promised that I wouldn't hesitate to pick his brain about the business end. I realized that I meant that -- he was smart in ways that I'm not.

The rest of the evening was spent just enjoying being with family. I wasn't trying to fill Dad's space but between Todd and myself, I think we did in a way. After Sarah put Maggie and Lisa to bed, we made plans for the next couple of days.

Sarah suggested taking the girls sledding the next day, which was still a day away from Christmas Eve. She seemed pleased when Elle and Lana quickly agreed. "Good! We can get to know each other a little better! And I can tell that the girls already adore you." Her eyes lit up with Julio volunteered to go as well.

Randi had already roped Sandy and Mom into helping her with dinner prep so that there wouldn't be so much to do on Christmas Eve, which left Todd and myself. I was about to join the sledders until Todd caught my eye. "Rick and I have some business to discuss, so that seems like a good time for us to take care of it."

After a while I noticed Sandy giving Mom and my stepmom meaningful glances, until Randi finally announced that she was turning in. I hadn't paid any attention to sleeping arrangements -- Elle and I were in my old room -- but Mom and Sandy followed her into the master suite. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall!

Elle giggled at the décor of my room, much of it Nirvana and New Pornographers posters and my competing Eagles and Panthers banners. She also found my stash of Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues and we spent the next hour naked, leaning against the headboard, comparing hot models. We settled on the 2003 cover girl Rachel Hunter as the hottest. "But she doesn't hold a candle to you, babe!" I didn't get any argument.

We slid down the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other. Our kissing started out slow and sweet, but the fire built quickly. Our hands wandered until they settled on their targets, with two of my fingers buried in Elle's pussy while she stroked my cock.

"Fuck, baby, I've got to have this cock. I've been waiting for it all day!" She slid down until she was on all fours beside me, my fingers still working in and out of her as she slipped my erection into her mouth and took me all the way down in one move.

Elle left me speechless, incapable of anything more coherent than moans and grunts. She wasn't much more articulate than I was after I worked another finger into her pussy. We rolled over onto our sides until we were in something like a sideways 69 and pleasured each other until we had both cum thoroughly. And noisily.

We rolled over until our heads were both back on the pillows. I looked up at the ceiling of my old room, loving the feeling of Elle next to me. "Honey, I hate to admit it, but I'm afraid I might be done for the night." The gentle snores coming from Elle let me know that she wasn't going to mind.

Movement on the bed woke me up in the middle of the night. I heard the door open and women giggling, then felt a warm body slide back under the covers and snuggle next to me.

The next thing I was aware of was light coming in through the curtains and the feeling of someone licking my morning wood. I pulled the covers back to see Lana the way I had seen her my first morning at Hidden Hills -- grinning around a mouthful of cock.

"Good morning, baby girl! We could make this a habit! I assume your mom is taking care of your boyfriend?"

She paused her ministrations for a moment. "From the noises that woke me up, I think she already did."

"Then we'd better make up for lost time, sweetie. Come on up here!"

"Yes, Daddy." That was a first! I liked it more than I probably should have.

I was more than content to lie back as Lana straddled me, holding my erection upright and rubbing it back and forth across her clit before sliding it back and impaling herself on me with a sigh. "God, you feel good, Daddy! Do you like fucking your little girl?"

I was starting to get into this game. The way her pussy was squeezing around my cock, she could have called me anything she wanted and I would have been fine. But this was kind of fun.

"Yes, baby girl, you feel perfect fucking Daddy's cock. And Daddy loves those big perfect titties you're bouncing in his face."

"These, Daddy?" She slowed her bouncing and held her huge breasts up in front of my face. "You like them?"

I didn't answer -- just reached out and started mauling them both as she picked up the pace again.

"Ooh, Daddy, you're going to make me cum again!" She was doing most of the work but I wasn't going to argue. I thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, until she threw her head back and shouted. She collapsed into my arms just as I let loose myself. What a great way to start a day!