John’s Little Family Affair 4

Judy went off by herself where she could keep an eye on the driveway.
Dinner was on hold for thirty minutes when Judy came storming down
stairs to confront Joy as she sipped wine at the prepared table. “What
is the matter with that boy? I thought he’d rush home after the way we
parted company. He could not have misconstrued my message, could he?”

“No, I think you made yourself quite obvious. If you ask me, he’s out
knocking off number twenty-five. He probably has renewed confidence.
Perhaps all he wanted was to know that he could have you begging for a
fuck.”

“You hold your voice down. The girls don’t need to be hearing shit like
that. And it is shit. Besides, he wouldn’t do that to me. I’m number
twenty-five, god damnit!”

“Whatever you say, Judy.”

“Don’t patronize me, Joy. I hate when you do that.”

Another hour passed with no sign of John. Judy had the girls calling
all of his known hangouts and friends to no avail.

Finally, Judy said, “Let’s eat. I’m sure he’ll be along soon.”

The dinner was a somber affair. They all knew Judy was frustrated, and
she felt ridiculous sitting in a wooden chair, practically naked with
her bare ass kissing timber. The girls seemed to be holding back
snickers at the unusual dinner attire and more unusual situation, at
least, Judy felt they were.

Half way through the meal, Judy slammed her fork down and declared,
“God damnit, I’m sick of this!” Unfortunately, she also squared her
shoulders; tits popped out, east and west. Judy glared, saying, “If you
girls want to laugh at me, go ahead. I dare you. And you, you slut. You
sit there all smug and holier-than-thou…”

Judy turned to the two stunned teenagers and said, “You think she’s so
cool, one of the girls, cool Aunt Joy. Let me tell you about your cool
Aunt Joy. She’s the biggest slut that ever lived. She not only screwed
all three of her sons, she screwed every guy she ever met, including
your father more times than I care to count. She even screwed dogs to
entertain her boys and their friends. Yes, Brenda, your Aunt Joy had
sex, anal, vaginal, and oral sex with dogs, any male dog would do. Your
Aunt Joy is a bitch, a real bitch.”

Joy listened unaffected, continuing to eat her meal. Brenda appeared
genuinely shocked at her mother for bringing this up at the dinner
table. Bonnie found the revelation amusing, though she tried not to let
it show. Judy was hoping for disgust, or for someone to get up and
leave the table to throw up. Her girls were not even close to disgust.
If anything, they looked upon Joy with new respect and awe because of
the way she was taking the abuse in stride.

Judy saw this and said to Joy, “Jesus Christ, have you corrupted these
girls so much that they can accept that behavior, even admire it?”

Joy said in defense, “Look, regardless of what you think, I have not
made a move on these girls. Yes, we’ve had frank talks about sex and
boys, and we got involved in a little show and tell. I just did what
you never had the guts to do. I told them about the birds and the bees;
and yes, I told them about dogs, too. I even showed them pictures.”

“Well that’s great. Now I’m going to have my piece, and you’d better
all listen up. John and I have a unique relationship. It’s not sick and
tawdry as Joy’s was with her sons, so I’m sure you girls will be
disappointed. There won’t be any perverse acts to ogle at, or dogs to
cheer on. You’ll just see plain old ordinary lovers doing what lovers
do. I’m sure you’ll all be bored to tears. You three can all get naked
and climb into bed with each other. You can all take turns licking
everything that smells bad. Lick each others cunts. Suck each other’s
pussies until your jaws ache. Have yourselves a lesbian love fest and
invite all the horny mutts in the neighborhood with my blessing. John
and I will try to ignore you. You leave us alone, and we’ll leave you
alone.”

Joy interrupted, “Judy, you’re making a huge ass of yourself.”

“Fuck you, bitch! You slimy dog-fucking piece of crap. You incestuous
whore. Stand up!” Joy stood with resignation.
“Drop your pants, girdle, panties…fuck it, take off everything.” Joy
did so with casual aplomb. “Now stand on your chair.” Joy climbed onto
the chair and stood with her feet at the outside edges. “Now play with
yourself while you admit you’re a whore.”

Joy rolled her nipples while crudely finger-fucking herself in a squat,
saying, “I’m a whore! I’m a whore! Can I finish my meal now, Mistress
Judy.” Judy stormed from the table, went upstairs, and slammed her
door.

Twenty minutes later, she came prancing down the stairs excitedly
saying, “He’s here! He’s here! Everybody go to the living room and act
natural. Damnit, Joy, why are you still naked?”

“Those were my last orders.”

“Quick, slip your robe on, but if I so much as see a wisp of a cunt
hair, I’ll pull them all out with pliers.”

When they were all situated in the living room, Judy turned her back to
them and said, “How do I look?”


While slipping on the short robe, Joy said, “You look like a bitch in
heat.”

Judy turned wearing a smug smile and said, “I hope so. I want him to
fuck me. We’re going to make love, but don’t worry, we’ll start in here
to give you perverts the show you want. I’ll make it nasty. I know
you’ll all like it better that way. I’ll be in the kitchen. I’m sure
he’ll be looking for me. Just send him in.” She sauntered off with a
flip of her skirt to show her ass.

When John entered he saw Joy sitting on the sofa with Brenda and Bonnie
at her feet, lying prone on the floor facing the TV. Joy was silently
motioning for him to go upstairs and not say a word. John got the
message and bounded up the stairs. He was halted halfway up by Judy’s
astonished cry, “John, I’m in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, that’s where I figured you’d be. I’m not hungry.”

“John, I was hoping we could talk.”

“I was just going to shower and relax a bit.”

“Can’t that wait?”

John looked to Joy and saw her nod toward the kitchen. He said, “Yeah,
I guess so.” He walked slowly into the kitchen and froze on seeing his
sexy mother washing dishes with her legs fully exposed and never
looking sexier. The invitation and purpose was obvious. He just stood
and stared for the longest time as his mouth watered and his dick
became rampant.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when his mother bent slowly forward and
revealed her shaved pussy. When she reached through with one soapy hand
and used her painted nails to tease the slick flesh, he felt weak in
the knees. He watched a sudsy finger go inside, then draw through the
glistening slit.

He knew right away that things hadn’t gone well.