Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The Adams Family: Melissa and her Slut Mom.
Learning Not To Judge
Warning:
There are allusions to incest in this story, as well as massive promiscuity, and an out of control sexy MILF.
Caveat:
I've been told, by readers, that occasionally my stories should have been posted in the Humor Rubric. I don't write them with the intention of being funny, but it's part of who I am, that they turn out that way. This is one of those stories: It was not written to be funny, but you may well find some funny parts in it. In any event, I hope that it's an enjoyable read!
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The drive to Melissa's parents' home, from my parents' home, is a long drive. My family lives in the East Bay region, through the hills and beyond the reach of the famous San Francisco fog, and Melissa's family lives down the peninsula, near the San Francisco airport, but up in the hills. Hillsborough is the town they live in, and it's the closest town to the city that does not get the morning and evening fog. It's a fancy region, and always has been.
I was home from college for the summer, and I had a rather intense summer job. Since I got free room and board, plus the use of a car, from my parents, I was able to pocket all the money I earned working at the UC, Berkeley, Computer Center. I spent most of the money on my girlfriend Melissa, and trust me, she was worth every penny!
In theory the drive is one and a half hours, at 65 to 70mph, and without traffic, but there's always traffic. In practice, it takes two to three hours, depending on the time of day. I allowed for it to take two and a half hours, so I got there early. When that happens, Melissa is usually still getting dressed for a night out with her boyfriend, i.e., me, and I find it's worth the wait, because recently she's been dressing like a hot firecracker. Sometimes Melissa can be a sexual tease par excellence.
I like being teased all evening, if I know Melissa is going to make good on the teasing with some rambunctious sex when I take her home, and being Melissa, she always does. An added bonus is the looks on the faces of the other men who see my hot-to-trot sexpot, envy me deeply, and do not try to hide it. I love it. As for Melissa herself, the girl loves sex. There's nobody like her, anywhere, except of course for my East Coast main squeeze, namely Joanie H.
I was not surprised, therefore, when Melissa's Mom, Mrs. Adams, and not Melissa herself, opened the door and invited me in. However, right away I could tell from her face that something was wrong; just what, exactly, I didn't know. Melissa's Dad traveled a lot for his job; could he have been in an accident, or acquired the dreaded Delta Variant of Covid-19? I hoped he was okay.
"Hello, Philip. You're here for Melissa, of course," she said.
"Yes, and I'm early. Probably she's not ready; I don't mind waiting." I figured if there was bad news, Melissa's Mom would share it, in good time, if she wanted to share it.
"Please come in. I guess it was a long drive. Would you like a drink?" Mrs. Adams asked.
Once Melissa and I had become sexual, Mrs. Adams had suggested I spend the nights when I dated Melissa, due to the long drive home, late at night, after I had enjoyed Melissa the way young men tend to enjoy young women. She was worried I'd not be sharp, being tired and drained of my precious bodily fluids, as Commander Jack D. Ripper called them in the iconic movie
Dr. Strangelove
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Mrs. Adams must have known, and not cared, I suppose, that Melissa and I fucked our brains out when I spent the night. Their house was built on a hill, with the garage and Melissa's, and her brother's bedrooms, and a shower, sink, and toilet on the bottom floor, and with the rest of the house and the back patio being upstairs. In theory I slept in her brother's old bedroom (he had moved out of the house already), but in practice I shared Melissa's bed.
I idly wondered if her brother, before me, and had also shared Melissa's bed. The set-up was perfect for that kind of thing. All he'd need to do was to get out of bed, walk around ten steps, and get into bed with the sexpot that was his sister. What a nasty thought to have! I was ashamed of myself, but sometimes, I guess, my mind wanders around in the gutter. I shivered at my nasty mind, and put those thoughts out of my head. Her brother now had his own place, thank goodness, and he worked in Silicon Valley, raking in the dough.
I learned much later Melissa's brother had come out: He was not just gay, but he was rather flamingly gay. So much for my incest theory. I still clung to it, however, since a lot of gay men start out as bisexual, due to the pressure of society to conform, or so I'm told.
Nevertheless, maybe at one point, early on in their lives, Melissa and her brother got it on together? They really had the perfect set up for some illicit, downstairs, hanky-panky. Melissa's fellatio technique is fantastic, and maybe it was her brother who showed her the pleasures of anal sex? Somebody did, after all! I enjoyed anal sex with Melissa from time to time, especially when she was on the rag, but I sure as hell was not the first to introduce her to that particular perversion.
Melissa's Mom had been worried for my safety, since I lived over an hour's drive away, and after a long evening with Melissa, she was worried I'd get in an accident on the way back home. If that happened she would not be able to forgive herself; this led to her offer to let me use her son's bedroom, since he had already moved out of the family home. As I said, the situation was perfect for hanky-panky, and Melissa was seriously lacking in the morals department, a quality I enjoyed to the max.
Mrs. Adams gave me a beer, and after I had taken a few sips, she said, "I think Melissa must have gotten confused about the day of your rendezvous. I'm afraid she's not here."
"Running late, as usual?" I asked, smiling.
"Uh... no. She's out on a date," Mrs. Adams said.
"Playing tennis?" I asked. I could help her in the shower before our date, I thought, still smiling. Melissa is a bit of a tennis fanatic. I beat her, every time, nonetheless.
"No. I'm afraid she's out with her local boyfriend, Ryan. I'm not sure if she will come home tonight or not," Mrs. Adams said. That threw me for a loop. It threw me for quite a big loop. We're talking loops-de-loops.
When I started college across the country, at Yale, and Melissa began at UC, Santa Cruz, we had agreed that we could date other people, since our love was strong enough to survive that, and we wouldn't be around to entertain each other. There're movies to see, parties to go, tennis to be played, and the like, and with Melissa's looks and bubbly personality, she'd never have trouble finding a man to entertain her.
I guess Melissa had taken that agreement to heart, since she had a local boyfriend with whom she apparently often spent the night. I didn't think our agreement covered sex with other men, especially sex in the Biblical sense, but apparently, in Melissa's mind, it did. To say the wind was knocked out of my sails was a gross understatement.
Mrs. Adams saw my face, as I said to her, stammering it out, that I'd better be going then. My face is often transparent, and she would have had to be blind not to see I was, shall we say, upset. My whole world had just collapsed under my feet,
"Why don't you stay for dinner, at least? My husband is at a conference in France, and I'd be charmed to have your company at dinner. Melissa says wonderful things about you, all the time. She really is taken with you, you know."
"So I had thought," I said. I couldn't hide the bitterness in my voice.
"Look, you know about Melissa's sex drive. I'm the same way, I'm afraid. Ryan just helps out when you're not around, which is, after all, most of the time," Mrs. Adams said. Her remark did not help my mood.
Yes, I knew Melissa was highly sexed, but somehow, I thought all that her oversized sex drive meant is that we had rip-roaring times when we were together. I had no idea that she "needed" local supplements to feed her cravings. When we agreed to date around a bit, I did not realize what Melissa would do with that agreement!
"You are the man she loves," Mrs. Adams said.
"Is that a fact," I said, with a sardonic edge to my voice.
"Yes. Yes, it is. We're quite close, Melissa and I, and we talk all the time. I know more than you might think I do. Melissa will be devastated to have missed you. Look, she will be back by early tomorrow afternoon, so maybe you could spend the night, in any event, and then give her a wonderful surprise, just by your handsome presence, when she comes home?" Mrs. Adams, trying to be cheerful, offered up.
"Why don't we call her, and tell her I'm here?" I suggested, extracting my cell phone. I rang her, and heard her distinctive cell phone ring coming from the other room.
"She forgot her cell phone, I'm afraid," Mrs. Adams said. That was so Melissa. Smart, sexy as hell, pretty, a bubbly personality, and scatterbrained. "I think you should stay. Melissa will be inconsolable if you leave, and she will now know that you know what she's been up to with Ryan and his friends."
Right. Sure, she'll be upset not to find me when she comes home chock full of Ryan's cum. I'd never had sloppy seconds, at least that I knew about, and I wasn't about to start now! As if she read my mind, Mrs. Adams helpingly added,
"Melissa always returns freshly showered, and once she realizes you're here, I'm sure she'll excuse herself and douche right away for you, as well. At least stay for dinner. I don't enjoy eating alone."