His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.
They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]
The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]
This phase of their story sees the self-made family now trying to rise above their adversity to continue building their new world and perhaps bringing at least some of the community with them.
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Poppy and Mum had been close when Poppy was a preteen. Poppy felt privileged that she could talk to her mother about anything. Her mother had been candid about being a girl and all the good things and all the dangers girls faced. She knew about periods, dangers of unprotected sex, the fact she knew about sex at all before she first menstruated was more than most girls her age knew, she found she could give advice on things she had no experience of because her mother had schooled her so well at sex, love and being a teenager.
Her mother had brought her the first sex toy she owned as a present before going to university, it was a purple plastic penis and she explained to her about using lubrication with it and making sure it remained clean, she also warned her about putting it in her anus and then her vagina. Wash it beforehand, was her advice. This didn't really shock Poppy as her friends were experimenting and talking about that stuff, anyway. Many of them had regular boyfriends and were "doing it."
Poppy considered convincing her father to take her mother to Adult Farm would be a mammoth task. Angus had been living his own form of sexual freedom within his marriage, and as far as Poppy could tell her mother knew but ignored it, remaining chaste with in her relationship. Convincing mum first was the correct approach, and maybe if she fantasised hard enough, she could convince her to go for an initial visit without Daddy and get a feel of the place. That was a brilliant idea she had been given by Billy, see he was useful for some things apart from giving the most wonderful tongue orgasms.
This was perhaps the hardest conversation to have with mother, probably requiring at least two bottles of wine. How do you ever start a conversation like that?
Walking up the path to their obscenely large, very white residence, surrounded by iron fences, hedges and colourful flower beds, serenaded by the twitter of noisy minor birds, It felt like walking into somebody else property not that of her family. This is not the house Poppy grew up in it was purchased about the time she went to university. Her mother loved this place it gave her lots to do in the gardens and gave her complete privacy. Angus always boasted he go pee in the garden without anyone knowing, her mother would also answer with a yuk. The sky blue and the temperature rising to about 29 Celsius by two in the afternoon. She was about to ring the bell to warn her mum she had turned up unexpectedly but decided not to. She put the bag with the wine in on her shoulder and took her key from her purse. She would use the element of surprises. Mum might be sleeping or have a late lunch; she would organise the wine first if mum was in the garden and take it out to her. She wasn't sure, but she remembered her father had discussed going to the city for a couple of days and so mother should be at home alone, which suited this conversation very well.
"Mum, it's Poppy I bring wine." Poppy walked through the lounge into the dining room, no sign of her mother. Everything was neat and tidy, no dishes on the bench, the dishwasher was silent. "Where can she be?" Poppy muttered to herself. "Perhaps she is having an afternoon nap, I'll try her room. The door was slightly ajar, Poppy peered through but couldn't see the bed to start with. She pushed the door a little further open and could Just the dressing table, the bed was visible on one side through the mirror, but still no mother. Poppy pushes the door further still and now had a clear view of the king size bed. Nobody in, still no sign of mother. A brief flutter of the curtain that covered a sliding door onto a deck revealed that the window must be open to some extent. Poppy crossed the room, and moved the curtain across, revealing the sliding door which partially open onto a deck containing two white sun beds, one covered with a white beach towel, but nobody using it. A glass pool fence gate was at the side of the deck and remained closed; the pool was out of sight. Poppy decided to go to the pool through the traditional method of the entrance from the bar which opened onto pool through a glass door into an extensive sun deck with a Bali hut as a shelter for a table and four sun beds off to the shallow end of the pool.
Under an umbrella Poppy could see the toes of someone, must be mother but those toes are moving erratically. A low buzzing came from the same direction, the sound was familiar but Poppy couldn't place it. She moved closer not knowing what to expect, as she rounded the large trunk of an Alexandra Palm tree, she saw the unexpected, lying on the double sun bed was the sun-tanned form of her mother in a straw sun hat, and nothing else. Mother's knees were raised and spread her right hand was guiding something between her legs as her completely tanned naked body writhed in what almost appeared to be pain. Poppy held back a gasp, as she took in the vision of her mother pleasuring herself with what look like a Hitachi vibrator. It suddenly felt like she needed to commemorate discovering this event, although the more she thought about it the more she realised that of course her mother needed some kind of relief with a father like hers always off shagging someone else. She reached for her Samsung smart phone and pressed the camera button, moving it to video. Poppy wanted a record of her mother self pleasuring herself, this was gold and maybe come as useful as her record of her father fucking his secretary over his big glass desk. [Adult World - 19 Poppy's Dad] The secretary had moved on, but it still had her father behaving badly.
As Poppy zoomed the shot closer, it became apparent that mother was using more than one toy in her lusting activity. Her right hand was delicately moving the round head up and her slit, lingering on her clit, as her left hand was manipulating a curved pink dildo inside her vagina. In her anus was a silver-headed butt plug with a gem stone inlaid in the top. This wasn't a little sexual release; this was a personal masturbating orgy. Mother was going for it out of doors by the pool. Poppy felt a weight lifted off her shoulders as she realised that bringing her mother to the Adult Farm might be simpler than expected, she just needs to carefully consider her approach. Retreating behind the palm tree, Poppy called out for her mother, this would give her mother a chance to sort herself out before being confronted with her daughter. Still caught out, but not quite such a shock.
"My what the fuck do we have here?" said Poppy to a mother who was scrambling to hide her big Hitachi toy and cover up at the same time."
"I was just catching some sun; sorry I didn't know anyone was coming or I would have worn my bikini." Said Jenny, with a tremor in her voice. Her right hand was still trying to turn off the vibrator and hide it.
"Mum, by the looks of you, you haven't worn a stitch of clothing for a long while, there is no tan lines anywhere, you look absolutely wonderful. Stop trying to hide your toys, relieving sexual tension is perfectly normal. I often do it more than once a day if I can't find someone to help me. Perhaps you and me are similar in that way, nothing like a wonderful orgasm to relax the body."
