This is the sixth in the series of stories about Jack's relation with the Barron family. It would probably help to read at least the two previous ones, but I think the story can also be enjoyed on its own. Copyright the author.
The wake for Viola Barron was a thoroughly Barron family affair. Peggy Barron, Viola's great granddaughter and now the matriarch of the house, had spent the day preparing plates of party food: boiled shrimp, fresh marinated anchovies, squid salad, little triangles of spanakopita, and varied crudités, chips, salsas, and dips. All four generations of Barron women were there: Viola's daughter Thelma, who had flown in from England; her granddaughter Ruth, who had flown in from the university back east that had recruited her to a prestigious professorship almost 20 years ago; Peggy, now the matriarch of the household; and Peggy's 19-year-old daughter Mimi, who was setting off in a few days for her sophomore year in college. Also in attendance were Jack and Kay, old friends of the family who lived in the house across the desert, with their son Colin, and Peggy's husband Lowell.
Viola had lived in the Barron guest house to the age of 100. Thelma, with nothing left in England since her companion Dorothy had died, was planning to move permanently into the guest house. Ruth was staying with Jack and Kay.
Jack and Kay had settled down after the wild year of 1979-80, when Jack had had sex with every one of the Barron women and Kay had had sex with most of them, sometimes along with Jack. Surveying them all now he thought of his last time with Viola, that slender white haired women who was the source of all the sexual energy that pulsed through the family. She had sat proudly atop him, taking him with trust into her most intimate place while they gazed at each other with love and exploded with desire. He had felt that love for all of them, and he and Kay had a special understanding, faithful to each other except for this one extraordinary family.
He got up and raised his glass. "I can honestly say that I was in love with Viola, as I am with all of you," he said, looking around at her descendants. The meaning of that look, and the looks he received in turn, was not lost on Mimi.
"Did Jack have sex with grandma?" she asked Peggy after the others were gone.
"Certainly not!" said Peggy, "how could you think such a thing?" In that she was wrong, as she was to find out.
"Did he have sex with you?"
"Well, yes, once. Or twice. Long ago."
"Does Kay know?"
"Of course dear. She was there."
"What? Tell me. Tell me everything." And Peggy, helpless, did just that.
The next day Kay left with Colin to help him move into his dorm; Peggy and Lowell went away for the weekend, trying to repair their fraying marriage; and Ruth took Thelma for a visit to the local national park, leaving Mimi alone in the house.
*****
Jack looked up at the tapping on the glass of the back door and saw Mimi with a strange nervous look on her face, her blonde hair shining against the evening sun raking through the yard.
"Hi Jack, is it OK if I come in? The house is empty, and I'm getting bored."
"Sure, come in. I was just going to open a bottle of rose... you're legal, right?"
"For some things, but not to drink," she joked.
"Well, it will be our little secret then."
Mimi and Jack had always had an easy going joking relationship, but something else was in the air today.
"So how are you passing your time while you are home? Playing any sports? Seeing old friends?"
"Just lying around reading trashy novels, mostly. That's what I was doing just now. Lying on my bed."
"And how's college going?" Jack asked as he poured the wine.
Mimi looked at him uncertainly.
"You know, I've been telling my parents it's going great, and it is by their standards. I'm getting good grades, pretty much behaving myself."
"So what's the problem?"
She took a gulp of the rose and said with a rueful smile:
"Well... I wish I wasn't behaving myself quite so much."
"So don't. You don't need to tell them what you do. Have some fun."
"It's hard. The party scene is pretty intense. I don't do drugs."
"What about rock n' roll?" Jack asked, going through the list in his mind.
"I'm not really interested in that either."
Her face was impassive and her eyes were innocent. She was looking at Jack in a matter-of-fact way, leaning against the kitchen counter. He returned her gaze. Then they both broke out laughing. Jack went to get some snacks to go with the wine.
"Let's see, we've got some cheese, crackers, fruit... that should keep us going for a while."
The light was fading outside. Her butt was jutting out as Jack squeezed past her to the kitchen table.
"Oops, sorry about that," he said as he brushed her cheeks. She got a distant look in her eye. "It was nice," she smiled. Jack stopped and turned, staring at her. A blush rose in her throat." "You can do it again if you like."
Jack came up behind her and put his hands on her waist, then moved them down to stroke the soft globes of her arse through the thin linen pants. She let out a groan. She grab his hands and raised them to hard nipples, poking through her braless t-shirt. Jack pressed his erect cock against her bum, rubbing it up and down the crack between her beautiful soft cheeks. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh god," she said, "it's really happening."
"What's happening," Jack said softly in her ear, then brushed his lips against her throat.
"I wasn't really reading on my bed before I came over," she said.
"What were you doing?"
"I was playing with my mother's massager."
"You were masturbating?"
She groaned at the word. "Uhuh," she said, as Jack slipped his hand down the front of her pants and dipped it into the wet mass of her cunt hair. He found the pulsing fleshy nub and pressed it gently. "Yes, there, oh god yes." He slipped his other hand up under her t-shirt and felt her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh god yes god fuck."
"What were you thinking about as you masturbated?"
"About you." She pushed her bum back against his pulsing cock. "About that. Inside me." He kept pressing his finger, eliciting ever deeper groans, as if it were a button to the core of her sex. "Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes, uhuh, nnnh, oh god, fuck, oh, oh, oh, OH!" She froze, then slumped forward over the counter, panting.
After a while he moved against her, and she turned around and smiled.
"It's just as big as mother said it was."
"What?"
"Your cock."
"Your mother told you about that?"
"Yes. She told me that you fucked her on the floor in our corridor. She said it was one of the best fucks of her life."
Jack was flabbergasted.
"She said your cock was the biggest she has ever experienced."
She turned around and looked at him shyly.
"Can I see it?"
She kicked off her sandals, pulled off her t-shirt, peeled down her pants, and stood there naked, hands on hips, breasts proud, hips swelling, and a golden patch of fur between her legs.
"Your turn."
Jack was soon in the same state, his hard cock standing out as proudly as her breasts.
