Needless to say, I was stunned by Dawn's invitation. I'd had sex with one younger girlfriend's mother, and sex with an older girlfriend's daughter before, but neither were at the same time! This was completely new territory for me, and I was excited about the prospect to say the least, but I really had no idea what to expect. A mother and daughter willingly sharing a man? Were they going to share each other as well? A million questions were flooding my mind, as I took the glass of tea from Dawn and sat down.
"This is pretty good." I commented, as I took a sip. "It's not too sweet, and it has a nice smooth flavor."
"Kind of like you." Emma interrupted.
"I put the bags in the pitcher and let it steep in the sun." Dawn explained, ignoring her daughter's rudeness. "It makes it more mild."
"It's good." I repeated. "So, Emma seems to really like it here. What about you?"
"I wouldn't trade it for anything." Dawn replied. "We have such a beautiful view, it's quiet, and we both love the business we took over too. Only problem is, it's a little TOO quiet sometimes, if you know what I mean."
"I think so." I responded. "Emma said it's hard meeting guys way out here."
"Oh, the Internet takes care of meeting them." she said with a frown. "It's just getting them to commit to moving to such an out of the way place. Speaking of that, how did you find your property, if I may be so bold as to inquire? It's so far off the beaten path as well, and I'm sure you bought it before the advent of the Internet."
"Oh, my dad knew someone who had a friend that had another friend who used to ride her horse through here." I explained. "She said it was for sale. The old guy needed some cash for his taxes, so he sold us half of his land pretty cheap. Half the county thinks I stole it from him and the other half says someone finally got one over on him. He was the local mortician you see, and being the richest man around, he used it to his advantage, politically. I guess all those chemicals got to his head, because he was full bat-shit crazy by the time he died. Dad and I only paid two hundred dollars an acre for it.
"I guess he regretted selling it to us, because he did a lot to try and sabotage the rights of way in afterwards. He even put a cable up once. I came back with some bolt cutters and took care of that. So I just waited patiently for a few years, and then he was no longer an issue. The family that bought the other half of the land are good people though. They live about a mile and a half away. They just purchased it to farm and keep some livestock."
"Wow!" Emma said, as she suddenly reentered the kitchen, although I wasn't even aware she had left. "Two hundred an acre! That's a steal! Looks like we all made out like bandits here. How much land do you have?"
"Fifty acres." I replied.
"We have eighty seven." Emma responded. "Between the two properties that's like a hundred and thirty seven acres to share."
"Share?" I echoed. "What do you mean?"
Emma blushed, as she realized she'd spoken what was on her mind before thinking about it first.
"Well, I meant that as good neighbors who both like being clothes-free, that we could share the use of it." she explained. "Then, maybe if we really get along well... perhaps it could all become one piece?"
"Emma gets these wild ideas in her head sometimes." Dawn explained. "She should be a writer or something."
"Well, they sound really good at the time!" Emma retorted.
"Actually, it's a good idea." I interjected. "Dad and I bought our place for a bugout location in the event we needed a place to go to if we ever have to hotfoot it out of Dodge. I have springs, excellent deer locations, turkeys and beaver. You guys got a clearcut maze that's all tangled and growing back in. Not the best for game, except maybe rabbits, but you have gardens and crops. So yes, by combining our locations, we can essentially double our area and each benefit from what the other has.
"But wait; there's more." I continued, as Dawn opened her mouth to respond. "There's ninety acres that borders both of our southern boundaries. It's owned by a family in Florida that to my knowledge has never even been here to see it. So by proxy, we can add that as acreage to access should we need it. So that would be two hundred and twenty seven acres of land at our disposal should we need it. But wait; there's even more."
Dawn smiled.
"I'm not surprised." she replied. "Do tell."
"I told you the bottoms which were the other part of what I bought, got bought by a farmer. He's got a couple of horses and goats on it, plus his own small place. Good for trading for eggs and milk and stuff, plus, the bottoms are another fifty acres. The land on the other side got bought by a really nice guy that lives up the road for hunting. That's another seventy acres, so in total, we would all have access to a shared spread of almost three hundred and fifty acres if they got on board with us as well. Now, that would only be in the event of an emergency, but since I know both of the landowners, I think they'd be up for it."
"He's smart too!" Emma gushed. "You picked a good place, Mom."
"Well, I kind of had the idea in the back of my mind when I bought this place, that it would be a good location if the balloon went up." Dawn admitted. "What you just said makes it even better."
"Don't forget the park." I added. "That's another eight thousand acres or so at our disposal. It wouldn't be ours exclusively, but it would certainly be a great resource to have on hand."
"I agree." Dawn said with a nod. "I do like the way you think too. We came here to grow things though; not to kill them. I realize food needs to be put on the table and that includes meat, but we don't own a gun."
"He does!" Emma burst out. "It's a big silver thing."
"I don't go around up here without protection." I explained. "I used to have a resident black bear I named Sheba, short for 'She-bear.' She never bothered me, but I wasn't taking any chances. Then, the boar moved in. They ARE dangerous. They come down off the mountain over there. Generally, they are shot on sight, so they aren't too big of a problem, but they could be. I'll teach you both how to shoot if you want."
"I'm kind of uncomfortable around guns." Dawn said quietly. "I never saw a need for them. My parents were at Woodstock."
"That's because you were probably taught that they're good for nothing but killing," I replied, "which is true. Guns are made to kill, no doubt; but they also put meat on the table and protect you from things like wild boar and dangerous felons high on crack. I'll tell you what; next time I'm up here, I'll bring a .22 with me. It's mostly for target shooting and squirrels and the like, so there's no loud noise or recoil. I think you'll like it."
"I would!" Emma burst out excitedly. "I've always wanted to shoot a gun. I think it would be fun, Mom."
"Really?" Dawn inquired. "I had no idea."
"There's a lot more to guns than you think." I responded. "They're only dangerous in the wrong hands. So is anything if you abuse it. Ted Kennedy's car killed more people than all of my guns combined."
Dawn snickered.
"Okay," she said grudgingly. "I'll try it, but it doesn't mean I have to like it."
"It does not," I concurred, "but thank you for at least agreeing to try though. That's how compromise works."
"Oh don't worry." Dawn said with a laugh. "It goes both ways. I'm going to cook you something that I'll expect you to eat. Then we'll be even."
"As long as it didn't come out of the ocean." I replied.
"Nope. It's a giant fungus. You'll love it."
"It wasn't growing on your toilet was it?" I inquired impishly.
Dawn burst out laughing.
"No it was not!" she responded. "It's called a land fish, and it came from the ground in the woods."
