What Goes Wrong At Bachelorette

What Could Go Wrong At The Bachelorette Party, A series.

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Author's Note: Everyone in this story is a figment of my imagination and even in my head as they get fucked, they are eighteen or much older. I've mentioned this before but my characters drive the story, their thoughts, words take the story where it goes. I try to evoke great writer's approach like Faulkner, Kerouac, Kesey and Hunter S. Thompson. I have no pretense as to my success. But I am trying. I detest anonymous trolls and block them. Named jerks are gone too. This story touches on aspects of Group Sex, interracial sex, loving wives and family. Not your thing move on. Save us all some grief.

I went out and shot some pool with my four brothers, pops and granddad and probably had too much Murphy's Irish Whisky. There were other smoother Irish whiskies, but I wanted my throat to tell me I was drinking something was going to fuck me up. I mean I did like getting fucked up, I just didn't want no fucking sneak attacks, if you follow me. We brought a fresh sockeye salmon and ramps from mom's garden and asked if they'd serve the salmon hard cooked on the skin side and touched on he flesh side, then use their imagination with the ramps and other stuff. It was an Irish bar hidden just off First Avenue in downtown Seattle. My bachelor's party.

I was getting married to Renee, a beautiful red head who'd stole my heart. I was twenty seven and recently discharged from the United States Navy, not able to say what, except it had to so with interpreting stuff, I spoke Korean and a smattering of different Chinese dialects (there are over one hundred and forty one of them).

I was an E-6, First Class Petty Officer. I was the family runt at five foot ten one hundred seventy five pounds with dark black hair and white skin, my grandmother said I was what they called the "Black Irish" purely Gaelic with none of that red hair and freckles that my four brothers had. I had a civilian job with the U.S. Navy doing analysis, now.

When I was ten years old at Sunday dinner I blurted out to pops, why didn't I have red hair and freckles like my brothers. Mom ran from the table blubbering and I got a cuff to the back of my head.

I learned when I was in high school from my grandmother that when Pops was in Iraq, desert storm or something, mom got a job as a secretary. Her youngest at the time was seven and her boss told her that he knew she had needs and started taking care of them of them as he bent her over his desk all day long and on Saturday. Pops was in Kuwait for eighteen months.

Mom's boss was French Canadian and handsome and hung like a mule. I was six months old when Pops returned, somewhat unexpectantly, his ship's evaporators had to be replaced and well mom was pregnant again. Grandmother said that mom was one of those Catholic girls that Billy Joel sang about.

Dad made her get her tubes tied and although they are together, married still, they no longer stay in the same bedroom. Mom still's a secretary it seems, goes on vacations and business trips with my biological dad (I had joined Ancestry as our whole family did and so did Mr. French-Canadian). Pops is more discrete.

Mom and Pop had us over for dinner, Renee and me and we talked about getting married and kids and we were so happy and my parents looked so happy for us. I was staying at home as I had moved out of my apartment and we would move into a condo I'd rented and we both had started to move stuff in.

I had breakfast the next morning with mom and had some coffee and talked. We went out and sat on the front porch as she still smoked and it was a nice Seattle morning already into the seventies with lots of bees flying around.

I said, "Mom, what was your impression of Renee?"

She stood up and flicked her burning cigarette down to the street and went inside and said, "I'm getting the coffee, I'll be back."

Pot in hand she freshened up our cups and sat down and fired up another cigarette and exhaled through her nose and said, "Pops and I talked last night, something we never do, because well, Phillipe is your biological parent, but your dad raised you.

"Tom you are the spitting image of Phillipe, I want you to meet him. Today, actually."

Without a bunch of thought, I said, "So twenty seven years and twelve months after impregnating you and another kid you aborted, you want me to talk to my "daddy". Well mommy do you have a fucking clue what it's like to be the black haired stepson, the so called Nword in the woodpile? I'm six inches shorter than my brothers and Pops. They all regularly beat me for what you did as a kid, I don't really belong to this family. All the teachers in high school somehow knew the details.

My baseball coach called me "Frenchy" Fitzpatrick. What the fuck did you do put a yellow pages ad out saying slut needs dick, call this number, I'm needy," I stood up and said, "If I were to meet him, I'd beat him to death. I got to say this and I know you're my mom, but I hate your fucking guts for what you did to this family."

I threw the coffee cup out into the street missing my old Isuzu Trooper by a foot and walked away.

She said, "She's a slut and is already fucking around on you."

"You know that just how?"

"Did you fuck her that day before you came to dinner?"

I stared at her without responding.

"She leaked cum on the dining room chair."

"Thanks mom, you're just saying this because of what I said about fucking Phillipe. Just fuck the hell off."

The sockeye was incredible and they mixed ramps and feta cheese into the baked potatoes. They brought some lamb stew too and soda bread.

I switched to Harp Lager so as not to throw up and have a fucked up day tomorrow. Renee and her girlfriends were having a low key bachelorette party, just some drinks. My oldest brother Bill Fitzpatrick brought me back to my parent's house, I had a bit of a buzz on, but got to sleep just about eleven. Big wedding date tomorrow at six in the evening at St. Anne's Catholic Church on Queen Anne hill, just south of Second West and Galer street.

At four in the morning, I was awakened to ping's from my phone. Text messages. I sat up and scooched back against the wall and opened the first text which was a video. Renee was astride a tall black man whose immense dick was slick with her cunt slime. She had another black dick in her mouth and was jerking another one.

Her hand with the engagement ring was on the black guy's ass as his long bent dick went all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubes.

Tom clicked out of them and counted the number of texts. There were thirty of them.

He got up and took a shower, then threw on some sweats and some old Reebok running shoes. He texted his oldest brother Bill who lived a mile away and asked him if he might come by. He said he had nobody to turn to and he was in trouble.

Five minutes later the response was, "Coffees on see you soon."

Quietly he went down the stairs and tip toed down the stairs as quietly as he might.

His mother was sitting on the porch in the dark smoking and drinking coffee.

She said, "Why are you up?"

"Bill's going to help me with some last minute stuff, packing up the rig before the honeymoon."

She did not know the honeymoon supposedly was to Cabo San Lucas which did not require the use of his old, rebuilt SUV. He ran down the stairs and unlocked his door and turned the key over without starting the engine and put the transmission in second gear and released the hand break and some forty five feet from his parent's house he popped the clutch and quietly rolled toward Bill's home.

It was four thirty when Tom walked into Bill's kitchen having parked out in the alley behind his home. Bill's wife had a platter of toast, peanut butter and bacon and blackberry preserves from the previous summer. She was forty seven years old, an attorney in the City of Seattle's Prosecutor's Office. She was tall and broad and looked like one of the wooden women put on the front of sailing ships except she had bigger tits and thighs that could crack a coconut.

Bill was forty five six foot seven, with red hair, that was going grey and a few remaining freckles. He was a former Seattle cop and now was an investigator for the prosecutor's office. They had six kids and it was speculated that Molly pegged Bill so that she no longer would get pregnant. It was partially true, but Bill shut down all talk or questions.

Molly looked at Tom as tears poured down his face, her face changed from the hawkeyed prosecutor to Tom's mother who she'd functioned as since Tom was five years old. She buried his head in her bosom as he sobbed, she looked at Bill who shrugged his shoulders.

After a few minutes, she said, "What?"

He pulled the phone from his back pocket and opened the text function of his smart phone and showed her the first of the texts and said, "It's Renee at her bachelorette party and she's getting fucked by three black guys, I didn't watch for more than a minute. There are thirty of them. The phone number is a burner phone."

He said, "There's more than this. On Thursday night we had dinner, Renee and I at mom and dad's and it was nice, at least I thought it was."

Friday morning, I woke up and went downstairs and had some breakfast and some coffee. I asked mom what she thought of Renee? She went back in and got some more coffee and lit up another cigarette. Rather than telling me what she thought she said she wanted me to meet with Phillipe my biological father. When she did that I asked her why the fucker wanted to meet with me after twenty eight years of nothing. I told her my half brothers routinely beat the shit out of me growing up and told me they hated me and that I'd ruined the family. I told her that if I saw him I'd beat the fucker to death if I saw him. Then she pivoted and said that when Renee and I had dinner, that she leaked cum on the dining room chair."

"I'm not brainiac investigator, but I'd bet that somehow Renee was connected with Phillipe, fucking her or something and Mom did want me to beat the shit out of Phillipe?"

I gave her the phone and said, "I am getting a new one today and can use it. Please send several of the videos to every contact in my phone tonight after the wedding doesn't happen. Today I need to box her shit up and toss it out on the street from the condo. I can get the lock changed. I already have three weeks off."

"Bill I was wondering if we might head up to Hyas Lake in the Okanagon and catch some big rainbows."

"Molly, I need to reset and build this gap of time, where there's no credit card that can be traced and I trust you'll be able to make progress as to what's gone wrong here. It might have something to with my work and I suspect that mom is directly or indirectly involved. Will you please get people assigned twenty four seven to protect you and the kids, please?

"Molls, do you know what a honey trap is?"

"I'm spit balling here, but it could be a very, very long event involving mom and Phillipe. As such you might want to get Pops into protective custody away from her.

Perhaps mom too."

"I've sent secure information into my command about the whole thing and where we're going. We will have coverage and protection."

"Two things Tom," said Molly, "What did you do in the Navy? Secondly Bill, is what he said about getting beat up and ostracized by you and your brothers true?"

Tom looked at Bill who nodded, "Molly, all I can say is I listen to people talk. Now I can't suggest what it might mean. I'm out of bounds already. Before we leave this morning, there needs to be protection here, okay?"

She nodded and looked at Tom.

"He is correct, Molly. I followed Pop's lead. Tom and I are okay now. I apologized when he was in high school."

She was quiet and stared him. He did not flinch at all.

She said, "Well I'm appalled actually, we may need to reassess us."

Bill said, "If you wish to codify what is real already using this as subterfuge for your own perfidy, know that it will go very bad for you. This house is mine and controlled through a trust, as are all of my investments. I know when, who, how many and how many times with who. I know of your downtown condo. I was hoping we could both put the traces on one last time to help Tom. You are his actual mom and raised him."

She looked at her husband and her lips started to quiver and she said, "Of course you're right and so I shall. I'm so very sorry."

Bill said, "At first, when kids were little it hurt so bad, but I healed up from that. But the contempt and what you'd say to people about me," her mouth dropped open and he finished, "it seems this shit runs in the family, every last word Molls."

The Isuzu Trooper crossed into British Columbia at Oroville. The drive was one hundred and seventy five miles from Oroville to downtown Kamloops and another five miles to Hyas Lake a deep water glacial lake that only allowed for troll fishing or fly fishing. If you wished to troll then you had to row your boat. There were some adjoining lakes. There were log cabins only due to heavy grizzly bear infestation.

There were warnings of wolverines as well. They bought eggs, milk, potatoes, pancake batter, onions, rye bread, ground coffee and fresh asparagus in downtown Kamloops.

Tom rowed him and Bill some forty feet from the shore. They were using old gear, called pop gear by their granddad. In deep water the gear, which had silver oblong sheet metal pieces which caught whatever light there was at one hundred feet and it in turn showed the worm. The rainbow trout, originally from fisheries biologist Loren Donaldson from the University of Washington. He was a friend of granddad's.

After three hours they each kept three very large rainbows. They had wood stoves in the cabin, lots of alder wood and Bill had brought a very old smoker as well. They ate at four in the afternoon. Fried potatoes, onions, slabs of pink rainbow trout. A separate pan had melted butter turning brown and six eggs were soon bubbling in the pan. Four pieces of bread were on the stove.

Tom said, "Molls?"

Bill said, "Let's eat first."

Coffee made the meal perfect. Tom had not eaten since waking up to the text messages. Bill said, "you hum while you eat., " they both laughed."

Tom did the dishes in the ancient porcelain sink and laid them in the wire attachment for them to dry. He offered Bill a Hoya de Monterey Cuban cigar five inches with a fifty ring gauge.

Kitchen matches plus more coffee and Bill said, "She was in Washington D.C. to argue a case as second to the prosecuting attorney, before this one. He has red hair. I knew they'd fucked in law school when we were first married, in my bed.

I was a rookie cop working twelve hours from 1900 to 0700. Driving with my supervisor. There was a car in our driveway. I asked if I could check it out. She was fucking him and sucking off a black guy. I took a dozen pictures and went back to the car. I planted cameras and sound induced recorders in her brief cases and purses."

"I wanted to kill her, slowly. I went to confession and asked if we could annul the marriage. He said we'd been married too long and to pray for guidance. This is the same fucker who had six kids from lonely wives in the parish. I figured he'd seduce Molly at this point and something broke in me. Of course Molly was pregnant. It was Erika and it was not mine, her lover was set upon leaving work one night and his testicles were rendered into hash, leaving him infertile. The next two were mine, the last three have not been.

Molly had fallen in love with the prosecutor's wife and she became a hot wife, they both did. I texted my attorney to serve Molly a week after my successful return."

Tom said, "Fuck me Billy, I feel terrible about this. I really do love her, she raised me."

Bill said, "She did and she loves you as if she was your mother. That won't change. I told her four years ago that I had prostate issues and I could not fuck anymore. The wonderful thing about being a Seattle Police Department supervisor is that you teach a lot of young female cadets how to work with a mature partner. I have a dozen progeny amongst those cadets now. I'm especially close to Hailey who lives in granddad's old home. We have three children, the oldest of whom is Thomas Fitzpatrick.

"We will be married in May, at which point we will have four kids, next. I have taken care of all of all my children and their mothers. Hailey is close to all the mothers and they come to our home. Two of them wish for more kids.

"Well, hopefully, "Tom said, "That between Molly and my chain of command when I return, Renee and mom will be removed from my life. I never want to see either of them again. I'm going to see if there might be something down the coast or North of here where I might live. Everywhere I live in Seattle, will be reminders."

We drove west towards Vancouver and went to the Grandville sex club. Bill had two women, black women and I had an older woman with huge tits. She was married and had this ginormous diamond ring wedding ring combo. She rang a bell and I had photos taken of my cock leaking onto the diamond ring and then one with her mouth full of my jizz and then with a huge cream pie leaking from her cunt. I got digital pictures sent to my email.

I opened up my email in the hotel business center. I sent the pictures to Renee and mom and said, see you in hell.

End What Could Go Wrong At The Bachelorette Pary.

Coming soon Young mother in law bred by fireman dancers DP.