This is the 14
th
in a series of chapters about Melissa, a young woman who brings her boyfriend home 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.
The sun was barely up and Lisa and her daughter, Melissa, were back in the pick-up hurtling north on Highway 95 headed back to Boise. Their plan for a Serving Wenches dinner for Jamie and Luke had hit a small snag. The trashy soccer mom outfits they had worn to the debauchery at the Rev's place a few days earlier(short plaid skirts, white blouses, lacy undergarments and killer, red, stiletto heels) had all been left at Luke and Lisa's Boise home. The men insisted that the serving dresses need to be authentic, so nothing would do but for Lisa and Melissa to make a run to Boise and back.
Neither woman was that put out about it, as the three hour drive would give them time to further discuss the revelations of Grandma Louise's salacious diary. Melissa was driving with the plan that Lisa would read the next entry aloud as they drove.
"I can't believe we're doing this Mom. Six hours of driving over and back just to pick up a couple of tawdry costumes Jamie and my father are fixated on so we can serve them dinner tonight."
"Yeah, but this way we have left them with the chore of fixing the dinner tonight. All we have to do is serve it and look trashy."
Melissa laughed. "Yes, and then they'll fuck us silly."
"That is the point of it, daughter."
"Couldn't we get to the same place if we just served dinner naked?"
"Oh no. No, not at all. You need to understand the effect of these trashy outfits. The whole point of wearing these admittedly silly looking clothes is that when the guys see us dressed like sluts it will get them so revved up that by the time we finish dinner we will almost have to fight them off. Trashy clothing works much better than nudity. Especially when, like today, they will have all day to think about it."
Melissa chuckled. "Just like us."
"That's true darl'n. Nothing better to spend your time daydreaming about during a long, dull drive through the desert than sex."
"But for now, since you're driving, I want to read us another entry from Grandma Louise's diary," Lisa continued.
"Sure. Fine," Melissa responded. "As far as trashy goes, Grandma leaves us in the dust. In the last entry you read to me she was masturbating while she watched her husband, Grandpa James, fucking the family's nanny after he had tied the nanny up and spanked her. Talk about kinky."
Lisa smiled. "Let's not be too harsh on Grandma dear. She wasn't much beyond what we were doing at the Rev's place last week. Maybe less."
Melissa laughed. "True. Actually the really interesting part was learning that Grandpa James, who she thought was asexual, was really a perv who got his rocks off dominating their nanny."
"Well wait until you hear the next entry. As you may remember, when Louise got back to her room and finished masturbating herself to another climax or two she decided she was going to seduce the nanny. She hadn't decide what to do about James, other than she didn't want to divorce him. She liked her current life style with its sexual liberation and the presence of James to manage the assets that paid for it."
"So have you read the next entry Mom?"
"No. I assume this next entry is about seducing the nanny, but I haven't read it. We are going to hear it together for the first time."
"What has my world come to?" Melissa said. "Driving to Boise and back to pick up trashy soccer mom outfits while my Mother reads me porn written by my Grandmother. This is not the summer I expected when Jamie and I first headed out here."
Lisa laughed. "No, I 'spose not. Welcome to my world daughter." With that, she opened an aging notebook and began to read:
"Dear Diary:
"It was nearing ten o'clock when I awakened. The image of Hubby James fucking the Carmelita's plump ass, her hands roughly bound behind her back, was still burned into my memory. But I had a plan to deal with their transgressions and I was not really troubled. Actually I have to admit standing there masturbating while I watched the two of them was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had.
"I was naked beneath the light robe I wore as I walked downstairs to make myself some breakfast. At this hour I expected that James would have gone off to work, the Kid to school, and Carmelita to where ever it is she goes in the mornings. I didn't expect anyone to be in the house at this hour in the morning on a week day, so I was more than a little surprised to find Carmelita sitting at our kitchen table, smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee. Like me she was wearing a loose fitting robe.
" 'Carmelita,' I said. 'I didn't expect to find you here.'
" 'Yes, I'm usually not here at this hour,' she replied in her Spanish accented English. 'Once Louise goes off to school I go out. But I didn't expect you to find me and Senior James last night, so this morning I thought we should talk. Please pour yourself a coffee and sit down.'
"She certainly didn't sound very contrite about fucking my husband. 'Yes, I suppose we should,' I replied as I poured myself a coffee. I could feel my naked boobs swinging beneath my lightweight robe as I walked across the kitchen to take a seat opposite Carmelita. Her eyes were fixed, not on my eyes, but on my jiggling breasts. Perhaps it was not going to be difficult to carry out my plan to seduce her.
" 'So are you going to fire me now?' she asked.
" 'No.' I paused for a long moment. 'For all I care you can keep fucking him.'
