Mothers and Daughters

This is the 12

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in a series of chapters about Melissa, a young woman who brings her boyfriend home after her third year in college to meet her family at their remote Eastern Oregon ranch and learns that while she has been away at college her father, Luke, and Mother, Lisa, have adopted a swinging lifestyle. Melissa and her boyfriend, Jamie have joined right in with her parents liberated style. It will be helpful to have read the prior chapters.

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

Lisa and Melissa were up and into a pick-up headed for Boise early the next morning. It was clear Lisa was excited about their planned visit with the Rev. She was talking a blue streak as they drove up the road, and she was pushing the old pick-up way beyond the highway's posted limits, obviously in a hurry to get to Boise. Melissa, on the other hand, was feeling a little insecure or perhaps intimidated.

"Did you tell Dad where we were going?"

"Oh yeah. Late last night I sent him a message telling him we were going to dinner at the Rev's. It said, 'Since you and Jamie are frolicking with Gina and Sam, Melissa and I are going to Boise to have dinner with the Rev and Julia'."

"Did he respond?"

"He told me I was being very naughty. It also said, 'Have fun'."

"Are we being naughty?"

"I hope so." She paused for a moment. "You know, I don't think I've ever had dinner at the Rev's that didn't turn out to be very naughty. That's what's so much fun about it."

My Mother is beginning to scare me, Melissa thought. She sat in silence as the truck roared down the hill into the little town of Rome Station, Oregon, tearing on through and across the bridge over the Owyhee River at way over the 45 mile an hour speed limit.

"Did you ever notice that highway sign just as you get to the bottom of the hill coming into Rome that says 'Congestion'?" Melissa asked.

Lisa snorted. "Yeah isn't that a joke. I can't believe the state spent money on it. What congestion? All there is here is a bar on one side of the road and a parking lot next to it where the city folks floating down the Owyhee park their cars. The Eppersons have an old house and a loading chute and corral on the other side, but no one has lived in that old house for years. I don't think it even has glass in the windows anymore. The only congestion I ever saw here was one time Epperson's cows got loose and were all herded up over by the bar. I guess they wanted a beer," Lisa cackled. "Mrs. Epperson had her kids directing traffic while she and the guy that owns the bar tried to get the cows back across the road and into the corral where they belonged. I don't think they would have ever got it done if a state cop hadn't come along and taken over the traffic control so those two idiot boys of hers could chase the cows back where they belonged."

The road curves tightly on the other side of the bridge as it climbs the bluff next to the river. It was tight enough so that Lisa actually had to slow down for the hairpin curve and down shift the old truck to get up the hill. Once she got to the top she quickly got back into high gear and had the truck up to 85 again.

"Where's the fire Mom?" Melissa asked. "We don't have to be in Boise until dinner time. It won't take anywhere near that long to get there."

Lisa looked over at her daughter as she backed off on the speed. She laughed and said, "Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just a little excited about tonight. Your Dad called me late last night and we talked about dinner at the Rev's"

"A little phone sex Mom?"

"No, he was worn out from screwing Gina. I guess they had quite an evening."

"Just Dad and Gina?"

"Oh no, it was all three of them, your brother Sam, your dad, and Jamie. Gina loves a good gang bang. You know, she's not really that creative in her sex. Just fucking and sucking with whatever gender is available and the more the merrier. She certainly does enjoy it though."

"So what did Dad say about us going to the Rev's? Did he object?"

"Oh far from it. That's not our deal you know. Actually we talked about how creative the Rev is and how different that is from sex with Gina."

Melissa, felt the knot in her stomach return. "Really? Creative? Creative how?" She was feeling a bit concerned about what her Mother was getting her into. But of course, she couldn't admit that to her Mother.

"Well that's the beauty of it," Lisa said, responding to Melissa's question about creativity. "There's a lot more to great sex that just fucking and sucking, darlin'. I mean, we all love a good climax, but the great part of sex, really good sex, is what is going on in your head, especially before you get started. Actually, when you think about it that way it's a little hard to define where sex starts."

"Really? How?"

"Oh you'll see tonight. I told the Rev we needed to broaden your horizons a bit."

Melissa felt the knot in her stomach tighten just a bit. "So tell me about the Rev?" Melissa asked. "Is he just a sex fiend or is he really a minister too?"

Lisa laughed. "The easiest answer to those questions is just, yes. Yes, he is a sex fiend, or at least I would say he seems to have an unlimited sex appetite and more importantly is very creative. Fiend is kind of harsh. I wouldn't use that term to describe him.

"And, yes, he really is a minister. He and his wife Julia, run a successful, unaffiliated church in Boise. He draws a good crowd because he never preaches hell fire and brimstone. People always leave the Rev's service feeling good about life and about God. Your Dad and I like to go to services there when we are in Boise. Plus, he tapes all his sermons and rebroadcasts them as a weekly podcast that has a national following. I guess that's where the real money comes from. Your dad says the Rev is doing quite well."

"And he preaches about sex--this business of separating love and sex?"

"Oh no. He never mentions any of that in his sermons. That's a whole different part of his and Julia's life. Like any minister he does a fair amount of one on one counseling with his flock and when he found that a lot of them were coming to him with problems with their sex life, he started telling about how he and Julia managed their own sex life. That's where the concept of separating love and sex came from. Those counseling sessions grew into the sex counseling business he and Julia run.

"They have a very 'hands on' style, if you know what I mean," Lisa said with a smirk. "They wind up having a lot of sex with the members of their flock and others that come to them with problems with their love life. And then there are the parties. They throw a few parties each year for friends and clients of the sex counseling business. My god those are the wildest orgies you can imagine."

"But I suppose we aren't going to hear his standard feel good sermon tonight, are we?" Melissa asked.

Lisa laughed. "No I'm pretty sure we won't hear that, Darl'n. I honestly don't know what he'll come up with, but I've never been disappointed yet. I always 'feel good' during and after a visit to the Rev's for dinner. Oh but one thing that might give us a hint. He told me we needed to come dressed like trashy soccer moms."

"What does a trashy soccer mom look like?" Melissa asked.

Lisa laughed. I'm not sure, but I've got plenty of clothes in Boise that would qualify as soccer mom clothes. We just have to figure out how to look trashy in them. Make up and extra tall heels always helps.

"But Mom all I've got is jeans."

"Not to worry. Most of my clothes will fit you. Believe me, darlin', we're going to have fun tonight. I just don't know the details yet, but that's the best part."

Melissa's stomach knot cranked itself up another notch.

Several hours later they were tottering up the front steps of the Rev's North End Boise home. It was an early twentieth century craftsman design with a broad covered front porch, shaded by towering hundred year old maple trees that lined the curb. Both women were wearing what Melissa thought were the tallest set of heels she had ever worn. They had decided that Lisa's Boise wardrobe wasn't quite trashy enough so they had gone to the mall to get some trashier undergarments--the kind that really don't do anything; thongs, bras that really don't keep your breasts from jiggling seductively, thin sweaters that snugly outline your breasts and leave as little to the imagination as possible. They had taken a pair of Lisa's knee length conservative skirts, slashed them up one side, and then hemmed them so they exposed the wearer's thigh on one side nearly to their hip. Their tits jiggled deliciously as climbed the steps. Their make-up was done in 'Real Housewives' fashion, and they wore cheesy costume jewelry including a conservative looking string of fake pearls. They also wore black nylons with a seam up the back, held up by a lacy garter belt. Both women were just a little stoned on the THC Gummies they had bought in Ontario before crossing into Idaho. Not really messed up. Just very relaxed. The knot in Melissa's stomach was long gone. She didn't know what was going to happen tonight, but what the hell.

The Rev's wife Julia greeted them at the door. Julia was several inches shorter than either of Lisa or Melissa, even with the benefit of the heels she was wearing. Julia, in her late thirties, had thick, lustrous, dark brown hair tied in a loose ponytail that hung just a bit short of the middle of her back. Julia could best be described as pleasingly plump, with broad hips and, most noticeably, large breasts. She wore a light blue shift that hung from her shoulders nearly to her feet. It was nearly transparent, really hiding nothing of her plump figure. Both women squealed an effusive greeting. Julia immediately wrapped her arms around Lisa, smashing her boobs against Lisa's chest. Lisa responded by placing her hands on Julia's back and then quickly sliding them down so she was massaging Julia's broad ass. A wet sloppy kiss on the mouth quickly silenced both women.

Melissa was standing back a couple of steps on the porch watching her Mother and Julia's effusive greetings. It was beyond an orthodox hug as they both squirmed against each other, hands roaming freely. Are they going to have sex right here on the front porch, she wondered?

Eventually the women pulled apart and Julia looked past Lisa at Melissa. "And oh my," she said. "This must be Melissa. My goodness she is the spitting image of you girl." Julia looked her up and down like she was appraising a side of beef in a butcher shop. "And oh I'll bet she is just as kinky as you too. My god look at those legs. The Rev is going to lust after those. I can't wait."

"Well we're here to work on that. The kinky part I mean," Lisa said. As Lisa spoke, Julia stepped forward and wrapped Melissa up in the same boob smashing hug she had greeted Lisa with.

"Well that's all just great," she said as she stepped away, "Come on in and meet the Rev. We definitely do kink here. And speaking of kink, those outfits you two are wearing have got more than a touch of kink about them. Did you dream those up Lisa?"

"No they were the Rev's idea. He asked for 'trashy soccer mom' and this is my interpretation."

"Figures. He has such a dirty mind. I just love it. I think you nailed the trashy part, but you wouldn't want to wear those to a kids soccer match around here. All the dads would be hustling the two of you."

As soon as they stepped into the living room, the Rev emerged from an adjoining dining room. He was tall and lean, perhaps six-two, clean shaven with closely cropped dark hair, appearing to be in his early forties. By appearance he could have been a lawyer or a banker, but for the dark shirt and slacks and white ecclesiastical collar he wore. The one unorthodox aspect of his garb was that he wore a pair of black cowboy boots, shined to a wicked gleam. They had a pointy toe capped with gleaming silver. Not at all like that dusty, scuffed, squared toed boots her Father and his wranglers wore when herding cattle on the ranches, Melissa thought.

"Lisa," he exclaimed as he crossed the room with long strides to greet her, wrapping her up in the same boob smashing hug his wife had greeted her with, but without the long kiss. Lisa slid her hand slowly over the Rev's tight buns as he hugged her. When they parted he stepped back, still holding both of her hands, while he appraised her appearance with a long lecherous stare. "Oh my yes. You've taken my suggestion to heart. Very nice. Turn for me so I can see the whole appearance. Lisa did a slow pirouette on one foot, posing when her back was to him to bend slightly forward and run her hands slowly down over her hips.

"Oh my yes. So very nice as always Lisa. And who is the beautiful creature behind you?" he asked, turning his attention to Melissa.

Before Lisa could answer, Melissa stepped forward, her hand extended, and said, "I'm Melissa. Lisa is my Mother" . . . she paused and then said . . . "and inspiration."

The Rev enveloped her outstretched hand with both of his in a grip that was firm and yet bordering on a fondle. His hands were warm and soft. He smiled as he looked straight into her eyes, and said simply. "So pleased to meet you Melissa. You look just like your Mother--beautiful. And I'd love to hear about how she inspires you over dinner tonight. Your Mother has told me a bit about you, but let's sit down here in the living room and have a glass of wine and I can learn a bit more about you. As he spoke the Rev had somehow managed to convey his full attention on Melissa, even though he had been wrapped around her Mother only moments before. Melissa felt a surge of lust and thought it was just about the sexiest handshake she had ever received.

Once in the living room the Rev somehow discretely arranged the seating so that Melissa sat next to the Rev on a couch while her Mother and Julia sat in a pair of arm chairs across the room. Julia brought in glasses of wine for all, but for the next half hour the Rev's attention was focused exclusively on Melissa. She sat in the corner of the couch, her long legs crossed exposing nearly all of one thigh. The Rev sat on the center cushion, one leg drawn up and curled beneath the other, his body turned to face her, as he smoothly learned about her life, what she was studying in college, and even a bit about her politics. He didn't touch her and not a word was said about love or sex, but his focused attention was seductive. His eyes did occasionally flit down to her long legs, pausing briefly on her breasts. But it wasn't offensive. It just provided a very soft reminder that the evening was ultimately about sex.

While the Rev interrogated Melissa, her Mother and Julia were sitting on the other side of the room talking about almost nothing but sex--Lisa and Luke's latest long weekend on the Oregon Coast with Sally, the Rev's latest orgiastic party, the seduction of a new couple who had come to the Rev for help with their love life, the most recent carnal carrying on of Julia's oversexed Mother who lived nearby. But Melissa was so focused on the Rev, she didn't register a word of the lewd conversation the two women were carrying on.

When the group moved to the dining room for a light meal (and more wine) the focus of the conversation changed. Now the Rev was lecturing about his views on sex, but doing it in such a way as to be involving everyone in the conversation. As with the cocktail hour, he had discretely managed the seating arrangements. Melissa was sitting next to him on one side of the table and her Mother and Julia sat on the other side. Lisa of course knew exactly what the point of the seating arrangement was from her prior experience with dinners at the Rev's house. There were always two agendas at dinner. One above the table, which consisted of conversation which appeared on its face, civilized but nonetheless focused purely and unapologetically on sex, and a far less socially acceptable agenda under the table which consisted of overt molesting of the dinner guests by the Rev and his wife.

Melissa had been warned to expect the over and under the table agendas, so she was not surprised, nor did she register objection, when she felt the Rev place his hand on her thigh. The seating had been arranged so that the slit in the side of each guest's skirt was next to their host, giving Julia and the rev ready access. Melissa immediately noticed the arrangement, but was far from offended. This was simply about sex, and sex was the reason she was present.

But, in some ways Melissa found the above the table agenda more interesting. The Rev picked up the theme Lisa had alluded to earlier concerning the scope of sex beyond the simple act of copulation. "I thought we would talk about seduction tonight," he said. "Melissa, what does the word seduction mean to you?"

She was a bit surprised to be made the focal point of the conversation from the outset so she paused before answering. As she paused she felt his warm hand caressing her bare thigh beneath the table.

"I guess it means getting someone to go to bed with you," she responded.

"Ahh. Interesting," the Rev responded. "Is a bed really required for a successful seduction? Lisa what's your view."

Lisa smiled. "Hardly," she said. "But sometimes it's more comfortable in bed." She was also enjoying the massage of her dinner partner's hand on her thigh. Julia had pushed the skirt Lisa wore aside and was softly massaging the inside of her upper thigh.

"It's?" he asked.

"The seduction. The sex," Melissa responded, filling in for her mother, who seemed somewhat distracted.

"Oh, I see," said the Rev. "So the two of you think the ultimate goal of seduction is sex. Is that right Melissa?"

"Sure," she said as she felt the Rev's hand slide around to the inside of her thigh. My god he has talented fingers, she thought.

"Lisa?" he asked, tossing the same question to Melissa's mother.

Lis was more than a little distracted by Julia's fingers which were nearing her core. She paused before answering, mainly because she was engrossed with discretely spreading her legs to improve Julia's access. Once that task was completed, she said, "Well I didn't mean to say that the only way to enjoy sex was in a nice soft bed. There other times and places and ways that can be very exciting."

"Ah, so exciting is important?" the Rev asked.

"Oh my god yes," Lisa responded. " I mean who doesn't enjoy a quickie in a broom closet during a cocktail party?" Everyone chuckled in response.

Melissa was quickly feeling out of her depth here, having never had a quickie in a broom closet during a cocktail party. Nonetheless the Rev turned the conversation back to her. "Melissa would you say the best part of sex in the broom closet during a cocktail party is the physical part, cock in your mouth or pussy, tongue on your clit, or whatever, or is it the fear and excitement arising from the risk of being caught doing something everyone else at the party would disapprove of?"

Lisa recognized the Rev's technique of slowly turning the language above the table to a more graphic level. She smiled, but that was mostly because she was enjoying Julia's stroking of her barely clad pussy. In truth, she loved watching the Rev work. He was masterful, she thought . . . but so were Julia's fingers.

Melissa was stumped for answer, because like many college students she had never spent much time worrying about what other people might think of her sex life. Her Mother rescued her, "Oh of course Rev, it's the excitement arising from the risk of being caught. Let's face it fucking in a broom closet is at best awkward. But even if he somehow manages to fill my cunt, the exciting part is worrying about his wife walking in and screaming when she finds her dear loving hubby with his pecker shoved in me while he mauls my tits which are hanging out of the front of my dress. That's what makes it hot." Julia had pushed her thong to the side and was now stroking her slippery pussy lips. Lisa knew it was a reward for giving the Rev the answer he wanted and using graphic language to do it.