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Bob sat there, miserably.
“I am a bastard,” he said. “I should have stopped it.”
“Why didn’t you?” The vitriol that had been in her exclamation was
gone. Now there was something almost like inquisitiveness there.
“I don’t know,” he groaned. “It had been so long. And she was so
sure about it. And then Sam did things with Randy that drove me nuts.”
“Seeing him sleeping with her wasn’t enough to drive you nuts?”
“This was before that,” said Bob.
“I thought we had already covered that. Did you leave some things
“A few,” he said, miserably. “What I told you was bad enough. I
figured to spare you what I could.”
“Well, as I told you, I’m not stupid. You admitted to masturbating
each other and intercourse. The most common thing in-between them is oral
“Yeah,” Bob sighed, softly.
“So ... are you saying that Samantha and Randy had oral sex, and told you
“No. She just did it to him in front of me. I think she was
paying me back for what I did with Mal.”
“And why would she pay you back for that? I thought there was a pact.”
Bob felt drained. He didn’t feel like he had enough energy to go into
what he and Sam had done. He had no way to defend himself from those
actions, none at all. He couldn’t blame it on being curious, or sheltered
or anything else.
“Let’s just not go into that, please?” he muttered.
“I see,” she said, her voice frosty. She stood again.
"Remember when this whole idea came up?" she asked.
"Which idea?" said Bob.
"The one where we talked about this hunting trip being about
Bob's eyes widened as he remembered the conversation.
"That's not what I intended to happen," he said.
"Well it sure seems like somebody took that seriously!"
“Yeah,” sighed Bob, and he flopped back on the bed, his arms outstretched.
She moved toward the door. “I think I should talk with the children now. Please stay here.”
The children, as she had classified them, had one possible advantage that
Bob did not - time to think. While Bob had been spilling his guts in the
bedroom, they had the luxury of time to try to prepare for the expected
interrogation and plan what to say. Bob, however, could have used that
time better. Their status as children was a legal one, and well deserved in the
sense that they were not considered experienced enough to operate and survive
on their own in society. They were at the upper end of that legal
status, but even so, their preparations to face Lucy were those of
inexperienced youth. That’s the long way of saying their defense was a
little juvenile and lame.
When she stalked back into the family room the whispered consultations
they'd been engaged in stopped, and all three of them turned to face her.
None of them believed that Bob had told her anything even near the
truth. They wouldn't have, so they assumed he hadn't either. The bulk of
their debate had centered around what to do about Sam's blurted confession
about "it" being an accident, and unplanned. Their final
decision, reached only seconds before Lucy came back, seemed like the story
that would get Mallory grounded for the least amount of time.
Lucy sat in her recliner again. She leaned back. "So!" she
said. "An exciting trip, I understand."
Nobody said anything, but there were some tentative head nods. Their
lack of excitement over something that, earlier, they'd been practically manic
about, spoke volumes to her. But now she knew why. Lucy started
like a seasoned interrogator, just probing with a bit of the truth, to see what
might pop to the surface.
"Sam, you called Mal a slut. It's pretty clear you've felt like
she deserved that appellation for some time. But your father wasn't aware
of that before this trip. Can you tell me why?"
"I didn't tell him," said Sam, unknowingly confirming that Mallory
was, in some fashion, an actual slut.
"Why not? Didn't you think he had a right to know?"
Sam blinked. What they had talked about would fit in perfectly
here. It was uncanny.
"It was too personal," she said. "And Mal would have
been too embarrassed. That's not something you talk to any adult
"We have both said you could talk to us about anything," said
Lucy. "And before now, I thought you believed that."
"We would have said something," said Mallory. "But only
later, when we were older. He found out about it by accident and then the
cat was out of the bag."
"Tell me about how he found out about it ... by accident," said
Lucy. She glanced at her son, who seemed entirely relaxed. That
brought a frown to her brow.
"Sam told me not to take it along," said Mallory, adopting what
Lucy instantly recognized as a falsely contrite visage. "But I get
... um ... you know ... horny a lot." The last few words were delivered in
a muffled rush as Mal covered her face in equally fake embarrassment.
"I told her not to take it," said Sam, pushing the point. It
had been decided that if Mallory could have kept her panties on, this whole
thing would not have happened. If she'd simply let her uncle fondle her
boobs, but then stopped it at that, they would have had power over him that
would have protected them from disclosure about their own activities, and
everything would have just gone on like before. But she hadn't done
that. So she deserved taking the brunt of the damage. Even Mallory agreed
Lucy, sensing some kind of planned deception, suddenly realized that the
kids had no idea what Bob had told her. Now, however, they were
confessing to having possession of some “it” that they were trying to use to
evade the truth with.
"I'd like to see ... it ... if I may," she said, softly.
"Do I have to?" Mallory had expected this, but still didn't want
to go through with it.
"Yes, you do," said her mother.
"Okaaay," said Mal, drawing it out as if she were nine or ten,
rather than sixteen.
She got up and went to her room. When she returned, she had a rolled
up towel in her hand.
"Do I have to show it to you?" she complained.
"Can you make Randy leave the room?"
That was interesting. Lucy looked at him. He looked entirely too
carefree. She wondered what they had cooked up. If the situation
wasn't so serious, she might have wanted to smile.
"No, I believe Randy should stay."
Sam had a very quick and very shocking stab of concern, because while she
knew what was in the towel, her Aunt Lucy didn't. Not yet. And when
Mallory's plea for Randy (who also knew what was in the towel) not to see it
was so easily brushed off by their mother, it seemed ... off somehow. But
she didn't have time to reflect on that because Mallory unrolled the towel.
What was revealed was an anatomically correct adult penis, made of what
white people call flesh colored latex. It had a nice pair of balls at the
base of it that, other than being aesthetically pleasing, served as a handle of
sorts. It represented a circumcised penis, and was about eight inches
Lucy felt something flutter in her belly at the sight of it. When her
husband had left, he had left her libido behind. She had chosen not
to seek some kind of sexual satisfaction with another man. She hadn’t
been happy with “men” in general. So she had had to make do with her
fingers after that. She had almost bought something very much like what
Mallory was presenting, several years back, but had fled the store in horrified
anticipation of the smirk she was quite sure the clerk would give her.
"That's why I'm not a virgin any more, Mom," Mallory admitted, her
voice filled with tragedy. "That's why Sam calls me a slut.
I'm sorry I was too embarrassed to come talk to you about it when I got
Part of Lucy's mind marveled at the audacity of their attempt to subvert the
truth. Another part snarled that her daughter was so willing to lie about
something so important as losing her virginity. That Sam and even Randy
were in on it too, just made her sad. But the overall story they'd come
up with was hilarious. True, it was only hilarious because she knew the
actual truth. Still, it was clever in many ways. This object had
been right to hand, in her daughter's room, which might be why they cooked up
this cockamamie story. And if what Bob had told her was true ... if the
girls had been playing around with Randy, but stopping short of intercourse,
then she would have needed something like this around. So would
Sam. She looked at Bob's daughter and was about to ask if she borrowed
Mal's or had her own, when the tension that had gathered inside her roared out
in the form of hysterical laughter. It was just too much.
The kids sat, frozen in shock, as the woman they expected to rant and rave
started laughing, and then produced belly laughs, until she actually scooted
forward as if she was going to try to stand up, but lurched sideways and fell
onto the floor instead. The laughing continued unabated until even
inexperienced youth recognized that she was in pulmonary trouble, as she tried
to breathe but kept laughing anyway. It went on long enough that Bob came
into the room, having heard it go on so long, and having decided it was worth
risking her wrath to make sure she was all right.
Such things take care of themselves, though and, eventually, with Bob
kneeling over her, Lucy relaxed and the belly laughs turned to giggles, which
turned to sighs mixed with giggles. She was grinning like she'd been at a
Richard Pryor show, and liked Richard Pryor a lot.
"You okay?" asked Bob, with concern in his voice that Lucy
recognized as genuine. It was the first honest thing she felt like she'd
heard in a long time. It sobered her. She nodded and let Bob help her up.
"Mallory showed me that," said Lucy, pointing at the pink dildo
still on display on Mal's lap.
"What?!" Bob stared in shocked surprise.
"She explained how that's why she isn't a virgin any more, and why Sam
calls her a slut."
Bob put both hands over his face, and a muffled "Crap!" came from
beneath where they didn't quite cover his lips. He dropped his hands and
looked at the kids, who looked confused.
"I told her everything," he said.
"What?!" All three teens yelped the word at the same time,
in the same tone of voice and with the same level of concern. It sounded
like a trained trio.
"I told her the truth," said Bob. "She deserved the
"Thank you, Bob," said Lucy, who sat back down in her
recliner. "It's refreshing that somebody thinks I deserve the
The kids still had stricken looks on their faces. It was Sam who
“How much of the truth?” she asked, staring intently at her father.
“Most of it,” he said, tiredly.
“Most? So you left some things out?” Lucy looked over at him,
but didn’t look angry. “I’m not surprised. It was a long week.”
Nobody said anything. Lucy smiled, tightly.
“You’ll understand how I might have a few questions. Shall we get to
those right away? And, this time, I’d like you to answer them
The interrogation went on for another hour. Lucy seemed to have some
perverse desire to make them give her details. Perhaps she knew that this
amounted to punishment of a sorts.
But one thing became very clear. Mallory had, in fact, actively
attempted to seduce Bob. That she did so with such ease was something
Lucy had no trouble understanding. She knew her daughter was cute, and
she knew that Bob wasn’t the first man to think about having sex with her.
She could tell that something was being held back. The odd thing was
that it seemed like all four of them were holding something back.
She had watched the whole quartet squirm as she probed. She had pulled
information out of them that could have been used to write the screen play for
an XXX rated movie.
She decided to think about it the next day. She was too tired to work
through any more of it. They'd all still be here in the days to
come. Whatever the secret was, she'd worm it out of them.
She closed her eyes. Maybe not. After all, she had her own
secret ... something that had happened to her when she was a teenager, like
them ... something that she'd never told anybody about. Even decades later,
"It's late," she said. "Why don't we pick this up
"You mean we aren't finished?" moaned Mallory.
"Of course we're not finished. This isn't something like trying a
new food. This isn't some TV show you've watched and now you're ready to
flip the channel to something else."
"Oh," said Mallory, looking sheepish.
"I'm sorry," said Bob.
"Oh, you're sorry, all right," said Lucy, but the vitriol that had
been in her voice before this wasn't as sharp.
"It wasn't his fault," said Mallory.
"Yes it was. He was the only adult out there, and he should have
controlled the situation."
All four sat mutely. Lucy stood up.
"We'll have to set some new rules too, but we can get to that
"What kind of rules?" asked Mallory.
"Surely you don't think I'm going to let you just go hop into Bob's bed
whenever you feel like it," said Lucy, her voice serious.
"Oh," said Mallory again.
"We'll just go now," he said. "I'm really sorry, Lucy."
"I am too, Bob," she said.
Things did not get picked up the next day. That was because Lucy got
sent on a service call by her boss the next day that required her to go out of
town for three days. There had been an "event" at a
construction site, involving one of the company's power transfer modules.
Apparently some high voltage electricity coursed through components that were
only designed to handle a fraction of that. It destroyed tens of
thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment and the customer was screaming about
suing somebody. Lucy's boss was pretty sure that one of the contractors
had hooked something up wrong, probably something to do with the grounding system,
but that needed to be documented. Lucy was an electrical engineer, and
she was his trouble shooter, so she got the call to go do the investigation.
She couldn't very well tell her boss, "Hey, can I miss this one?
I just found out my best friend is porking my daughter, and my son is fucking
the daughter of said best friend, and we're still working through some issues
What she could do was lay down some rules before she
left. To that end, she got her children together. Looking at
Mallory, she said, "I shouldn't have to tell you not to have sex with Bob
while I'm gone. But since I shouldn't have had to tell you not to have
sex with him to start with, I'm going to be very clear on this now. Don't
have sex with Bob while I'm gone. Got it?"
"Yes, Mom," said Mallory.
Lucy looked at her son next.
"It's really Bob's business whether he lets Sam be sexually
active. But you are my son, and before you go all manly on me, we need to
have some discussion about your responsibilities as a sexually active male.
I should have had this discussion with you already. But I didn't.
For now ... no sex with Samantha while I'm gone. Not even if Bob says she
can. Got that?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
It never occurred to her to tell them not to have sex with each other.
And she was in too much of a hurry to notice that neither of them seemed nearly as bummed out by her rules as she expected them to be.
She called Bob to explain why she was going out of town.
"You're going to have to keep an eye on their studies while I'm
gone," she said. "I told Mallory she is not to have sex with you
while I'm gone."
"Of course," said Bob.
"Try to keep it in your pants for me."
"Of course," he said again.
What Lucy didn't know was that, as she talked to Bob on the phone, he was
lying in bed with his daughter, who had unabashedly climbed into said bed the
night before, after the big blow up next door. When he had resisted,
feeling a lot of guilt, she had said, "We don't have to have sex, Daddy.
I just want to sleep with you."
The phone woke them both up.
And, technically, since Bob didn't have on pants at the time, he
wasn't violating his "agreement" with Lucy when Sam rolled against
him and reached for his penis, which happened to be experiencing what is
commonly called, "morning wood."
As stated before, Lucy hadn't prohibited her children from having sex with
each other either.
This all sounds very legalistic, but it exemplifies perfectly the difference
between the Daoist approach to thinking, which was mentioned at the beginning
of this tale, and that of Confucius.
Lucy was operating on the philosophy of Confucius, while the others were firmly in the Daoist camp.
The perceptions of the people involved in all this were what drove their
actions, rather than the more remote, sterile rules of some outside influence.
Granted, Bob felt guilt about the fact that he talked to Lucy while he was
naked, next to his equally naked daughter, but that guilt wasn't enough to fuel
true resistance when Sam wanted to continue being his lover.
As for the teens, they were completely comfortable with the change in the status
of their sexual lives. All they were concerned about was getting caught
and being faced with rules and restrictions they couldn't evade.
Which is why, as Lucy reached the city limits on her way to find out what
idiot had wired things wrong, her son was lustily fucking his teenage prick in
and out of her moaning daughter, and the man she had thought of for more than a
decade as her best friend, was groaning as he spurted his semen into her niece.
"We can't keep doing this," panted Bob. He was lying on his
back, his chest heaving as he tried to get more air into his lungs.
"Yes we can," sighed Samantha. She'd cum twice while he
fucked her, but still felt the urge to circle her clit with one
fingertip. This was made easier by his sperm, leaking from her pussy.
"What I mean is that if we keep doing this without some kind of
protection, you're going to get pregnant," he said.
"That wouldn't be the end of the world," she said.
His head rolled and he stared at her, gaping.
"Are you crazy?"
"Women have babies all the time," she said, carelessly.
"Having a baby now would ruin your life!" he huffed.
"Did mom having me ruin your life?"
"Apples and oranges, Sam. We're not talking about ruining my life. Besides, the circumstances were different, Sam. We had already been
to college. We were married."
"I'd marry you if I could," said his daughter.
"Well you can't. And you can't have a child now either.
Especially not my child."
"Because you're going to college, and you're going to meet some nice
young man and marry him, and have his babies!"
"What if I don't want to do that?" she asked, calmly.
"Sam!" he yelled.
"Okay, okay. Don't have a heart attack. I didn't say I
don't want any of that. But whatever guy wants me to have his babies is
going to have to be as good as you. I doubt there are many of those guys
"You're being ridiculous," said Bob.
"I'm being honest," she replied.
Next door things weren't so complicated. Mallory was sitting on top of
Randy, whose youthful, straining penis was firmly surrounded by her sucking
pussy. She was leaning forward, holding his wrists on the bed beside his
head, and rubbing her breasts across his face while she scooted back and forth,
making the tip of his cock massage her cervix.
"Fuck! I love this," she panted.
Randy didn't reply, having finally latched onto a nipple, which he was
Some five minutes later, when he groaned and thrust his hips upward, jetting
his nectar into her belly, neither of them gave a single thought to the danger
Of course it was already much too late to worry about that anyway.
Lucy had said she expected to be gone for three days or so. Amid the
charred remains of the power transfer module, however, was clearly visible the
burned ends of the cable that should have been connected between points A and
B, and had been connected between points A and C instead. It was more
technical than that, but the details aren't important.
What's important is that it only took her an hour to document the fact that
the electrical contractor had screwed up monumentally, and that no fault could
be assigned to her company.
This is why she got home much earlier than anyone expected her to.
And that is why, when she walked into the house and heard moaning, she did
not call out to announce she was home. Instead, she investigated the
Which was emitting from Mallory's throat as she sat astride Randy, impaled
on his teenage boner while he sat on a chair beside the kitchen table.
Both teens were naked. Their partially eaten supper was still on the
To say Lucy was nonplussed would be the understatement of the century.
Thankfully, when Lucy barged into Bob's house, he and Sam were not engaged
in the same pursuit as she had just caught her children in. Bob had
removed a load of laundry from the dryer and was folding it. Sam was
putting the supper dishes in the dishwasher. Lucy didn't knock. She never
knocked. Mi casa es su casa was almost literally true when it came to Bob
"Hi," said Bob, automatically. Then he saw her face.
"Aunt Lucy?" Sam came from the kitchen.
"Go see your cousins," said Lucy, tersely.
"I thought you were going to be gone," said Sam.
"Go see your cousins!" snapped Lucy.
Bob set the laundry aside. He looked at Sam. "Go on,"
he said, softly.
She opened her mouth, but then closed it. She hurried toward the front
Bob could tell she was agitated, but he'd never seen her like this.
She looked ... odd ... somehow.
"What's wrong?" asked Bob again. "What happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened," she said, still pacing.
"I just got home and found my children having sex in the
kitchen." This was delivered with a peculiarly flat inflection.
"Oh," said Bob, feeling dread.
"You kind of left some things out of your explanation of what happened
on that fucking camping trip," she growled.
He had no idea what to say. He felt like a kid, caught with his hand
in the cookie jar.
"You fucking bastard!" Now there was emotion in her
"Lucy ..." He was pleading, but he still couldn't put
anything into words.
She stopped and turned to face him.
"I've loved you for years. I loved you before Valerie and Brad
took off! That's why I could understand why they did what they did.
But did you turn to me after that? Ohhhh no. You went all stoic on me and
did without intimacy for ten years. And I waited for you all of those
years, going without intimacy too, because the only man I wanted to be intimate
with was you. But when you finally decided to break your
sexual fast, you didn't come to me. Instead you chose two teenage girls!
I waited ten years for you to come to your senses and reach out to me,
but what did you do? You decided to fuck my daughter, and then to
fuck your daughter. I was right there, you fucking prick, and you
Bob's mind whirled. Obviously she knew everything. Part of his
brain whispered that, when she'd found Mallory and Randy having sex, they had
told her the one thing he thought she'd never forgive him for. And she was furious ... except she wasn't furious for the reason he'd assumed she'd be
furious. It was incomprehensible! At the same time, another part of
his brain was trying to process her statement about loving him ... waiting for
him. She'd loved him before Brad and Valerie had run off
"We need to talk about this," he gasped.
She glared at him, her hands on her hips.
"Really? Now you want to talk? We live next door to each
other for sixteen years and now you want to talk?"
"We've talked almost every day," he objected. He was on the
defensive, and wasn't thinking very clearly.
"And yet we never talked about the most important thing we should have talked about!" she snapped.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Bob just stood there. There were so
many things she could be referring to that his mind whirled.
"Like what?" he said.
"About us, you idiot!" she yelled.
Next door Sam burst
into the house and yelled for Mallory. She was almost bowled over when
her cousin slammed into her, crying hysterically. Randy was close
behind. He looked scared.
happened?" yelled Sam.
Mallory was sobbing
so hard she couldn't talk. She stuttered something, but it was
"She came home
early and caught us," said Randy.
sex," said the boy.
shit," said Sam softly, her arms wrapped around her weeping cousin.
the worst part," said Randy.
"What could be
worse than that?"
Randy looked off to
one side. He was clearly agitated, though in a different way than his
He finally looked
yelling at us and asking questions. I mean you know how she is when she's
like that. And ... well ... I guess we sort of told her about you and
Her face drained of blood.
"You sort of
did," he said.
An extra burst of
sobbing wracked Mallory's body at this.
Sam looked at the
wall, but what she was really trying to see was through the wall, to
where her aunt and father were at the moment. She looked back at Randy.
exactly what you told her."
Lucy had continued
her rant, mentioning specific times and incidents in which she had reached out
to him. He remembered them all, even the time when he'd turned the sprinkler
system on, not knowing she was in the field of fire. She'd gotten soaked
and the shirt she'd been wearing had become translucent, exposing the fact that
she wasn't wearing a bra that day. She had stayed there intentionally,
laughing with him about it and hoping he'd ogle her. He had ogled
her, but only briefly and only when he was sure she wasn't watching his
What he thought of
over and over again as she raved, was the fact that he had wanted to reach out
to her, but had controlled that urge, because he was sure all she wanted was
his friendship, and he didn't want to ruin that. His repeated apologies
were as much about his ignorance as they were to assuage her anger.
Then she got to
that New Year's Eve that they'd both gotten a little extra tipsy on. It
had been late, or more correctly early, and the kids had finally crashed.
She had asked him to dance with her and he had. She had felt good in his
arms and he'd gotten an erection. He'd been embarrassed by it and turned
away, breaking contact.
"I rubbed up
against you like a common whore and you still didn't get it!" she
inside him. Had he been able to sit and reflect on this feeling, he might
have drawn a parallel between that breaking feeling and what had happened when
he had rolled on top of his daughter that first time and intentionally pushed
his prick as deep into her as he could get.
She was so startled
at the change from him being a whimpering milksop to having such an assertive
tone, that she did.
there," he said, his voice heavy. "You don't understand."
"What don't I
understand?" It came out in a rush, fueled by her agitation.
night. When we danced. I did want something more. I
got an erection, Lucy. I got a boner. I wanted to bang you so hard
that you would never think about Brad again. But I knew you only wanted
friendship. At least I believed you only wanted friendship. I
believed you didn't want another man pawing you and using you, especially not
Brad's brother, so I pushed you away. I didn't want you to know I wanted
to take Brad's place."
"But that's not what I wanted!" she yelled.
"I know that now," he yelled back. "But you never said anything then. And that
night is a good example. Remember what you said before you asked me to
dance with you? You said that Brad would have had sex with you three or
four times that night. And you made it sound like that disgusted
disgusted with Brad, not sex!" she groaned.
didn't say that. You never said anything that would have
communicated that you wanted anything more than just a good friend. I
wanted you hundreds of times before that, and since then too, but I never did
anything because I didn't want to screw up what we did have."
"What was I
supposed to say, Bob? That I wanted you to please fuck my socks
off?" She snorted.
He took a
breath. What he was about to say might very well make the rift between
them into a gaping chasm, but he had to say it.
did. And Sam did too."
She opened her
mouth, but didn't say anything. She blinked three or four times.
And then she
slumped. Looking around, she chose a place to sit down.
she said. "You had sex with your daughter."
His sudden surge of
something other than shame vanished. This was it. This was the
point where she'd say she never wanted to see him again. He had
caused that chasm. And he knew it was his own fault.
"I have no
defense for that," he said, softly.
She seemed not to
have heard. Instead she spoke, but not to him.
this was all behind me." Her voice held a mysterious tone of
tragedy, mixed with wistfulness, somehow.
he asked, automatically.
She looked at him,
but there was no anger in that look. He was mystified.
something I should probably tell you," she said.
Sensing this was important, he sat. It was an unconscious desire to put
them both at the same height, so he wasn't looming over her. Professional
interrogators do this intentionally, to keep a resistant interviewee talking
once they have started. It's psychology, but Bob didn't think about that.
She leaned back in
her chair. She suddenly looked defeated.
"When I was a
girl," she started, and then seemed to waver.
Again, that was unconscious, but the psychology of making someone else fill the
silence worked in his favor.
"When I was a
girl," she said again. She looked away from him. "I had
He was confused,
now. What did this have to do with anything? Still, he waited,
things to me," she almost whispered. Then, as if an infusion of
energy entered her body, she sat back up and looked at him. "We did things together," she said in obvious correction.
The context of the
situation penetrated Bob's brain, and suddenly her words were entirely relevant.
...?" he prompted.
She looked away
again, but responded to his encouragement.
"I mean we did
the same thing Mallory and Randy did," she said.
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