It was November twenty second, 1962 at the Talbot's home in a small norther eastern town in Texas. Margery Talbot set a traditional Thanksgiving table, a snow white table cloths, the good china and silver flat wear to eat turkey with giblet gravy, Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, German potato salad, green beans with bacon, dinner rolls, real butter, banana pudding, pecan, pumpkin and sweet potato pies. Like all families in the 60s the males were anxious to eat so they could watch the Green Bay Packers play the Detroit Lions.
At the head of the table was Clarence Talbot and on his left was Margery Talbot, on her left was Ben Cunningham their nineteen year old son Jeff's friend, and on his left was Jeff Talbot their nineteen year old senior. At the foot of the table was Catherin Jenkins, Margery's divorced younger sister. To Clarence's right was Paige Talbot twenty year old college daughter, to her right was Tanya Hawkins Paige's roommate and on her right Luke Talbot their eighteen year old junior.
On the surface it sounded like a traditional Thanksgiving group. Nothing could be the farther from the truth. Under the surface boiled a cauldron of illicit sexual action. Let's start with Margery Talbot. Margie a sixteen year old bride and stay at home wife who years later would be called a MILF. As was the custom of the time, when Clarence graduated because it wasn't necessary for a wife to get a diploma because she wouldn't need to work when they got married two months after he graduated. For Margie it started six months before when she was standing on a small kitchen step ladder rearranging some dishes on the top shelf. As she started to fall Ben Cunningham, her son Jeff friend, showed up just in time to saver her from a nasty fall. Ben, whose parents a dead, official lives with his older brother is a long haul trucker and is always out on the road. Consequently he actually lives with the Talbots. Jeff has twin beds in his room and Ben's clothes take up one side of his walk-in closet.
When Ben stopped Margie from falling she was wearing the uniform of the sixties house wife, a sun dress. When Ben grabbed her to keep her from falling one hand went to her hip and the other went under her dress to her bare upper thigh. To avoid embarrassment about any inappropriateness both ignored where his hands were. As he continued to hold her while she finished, Ben's hand slowly inched up her thigh. Confuse by the feelings Ben's hand was causing, she continued to move things around past when she'd accomplished her task. Ben's hand was soon so high that he was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Soon his fingers found her clit which in those days' people ignored the existences of. She almost feel again when Ben's fingers gave her something Clarence had only give her twice maybe three times in their marriage.
The next day when Ben came down to breakfast everyone else but Margie was gone. As she stood at the counter working, Ben, as confused as her about the day before put his arms around her. Somehow his hands found their way to her breasts and she let them stay. Ben was considered one of the family so like Jeff and Luke he ran around the house in his BVD briefs. This allowed Margie to easily feel his erection pressed against her ass.
Two days later when it happened again, Margie reached forward and freed Ben erection from the fly of his briefs. Pulling it under her skirt, she inserted in her pussy and as she leaned on the counter he fucked her dog-style. After that Margie stopped wearing panties under her sundress so Ben could more easily fuck her. For the last 6 months almost a day hasn't gone by that Ben hasn't fucked her and sometimes more than one.
