Over the last year I've enjoyed exchanging emails with readers. I've decided to share some snippets from mostly anonymous emails.
'Your story sucks and has been done before. Nothing worth reading here. Others have done it better. You have no talent. You're an ass. I'll never get these minutes back. Not sure why I bothered. Certainly not up to your standards. Your detractors will have a field day. You'll never be one of the grapes [sic] until you allow negative comments. You write the same stories over and over again. Your storylines vary too much.'
And then some emails got downright nasty. I never knew that submitting stories could cause such an outpouring of affection? It's a shame my give-a-shitter is broken. What can I say, other than I'm back to torture you again. I already look more like a raisin than a grape, if that matters.
Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too.
Jimmy Buffett: "Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder, so I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see, waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong"
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My two daughters, Carla, a high school freshman, and Mandy, a sophomore, are both very smart. They aren't all that popular with the boys, which doesn't break my heart. It is more of a choice for them, as they aren't trolls. They seem to be able, even at this early age, to detect the insincere come-ons from their peers.
My wife, and the girl's mother, is Amanda. I know I'm biased, but she is still quite a looker. Fit, trim, and very shapely. We met at a company summer party, the year I graduated from college. At that time she was a receptionist and fresh off of a failed romance.
I'd been warned about bounce back relationships, and we did have more than a few arguments early on. It was true that we hadn't had the exclusive dating talk, but I was still stung when I heard that she'd been back out with Nick Monroe, her former beau.
It set us back several months, but in the long run we did have the talk, and things progressed much like a traditional relationship should. Amanda has never given me a reason to doubt her fidelity. I've never strayed and have actually never even come close. I'm not much of a ladies man.
Even though I make good money, we'd been hammered by medical bills which drained our savings. About three years ago, Amanda lost control on an icy afternoon and started a five car pileup. All of my ladies were injured. With a ten thousand dollar annual deductible, for each person, the broken bones and other maladies quickly depleted what we had. Taking out a home equity loan erased the remaining medical balance.
Although making only a third of what I make, we still need Amanda's income to pay down the loans and try to build up college funds again.
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I'd never heard my daughters talk about beauty contests, good, bad, or indifferently. As such, I was somewhat surprised when they slid the leaflet, for a sexiest mother contest, towards Amanda.
"What do you think Mom? You'd win hands down around here."
Glancing it over for a minute "What would be the point? I'm not looking for a new man and I don't really want the inappropriate suggestions from some unknown jerk."
"Yeah, but we'd be proud of you. You afraid of losing?"
"NO! Tell you what. I'll think about it."
I wasn't sure which way Amanda would go. She did have a perplexed look on her face. You could see the wheels spinning. Lying awake, before the morning alarm sounded, I was drawn into the battle.
"Carl, would you mind if I did the contest?"
"Nuh uh uh. This is on you completely. I'll support whatever you decide. Got it? YOU decide."
That brought the folksy "Cluck cluck cluck."
"You got it. I'm not completely stupid."
Amanda slipped her hand down and had my cock hard quickly. When I tried to gain access to her pussy, she pushed my hands away. Pulling back the covers, she licked around my cock head. It sent shivers across my body.
After slowly sucking for a minute, Amanda wheeled around and impaled herself in one smooth motion. There wasn't a need for me to get her warmed up as her pussy was already hot and leaking.
The alarm clock started into its thing so I reached across and banged on the snooze button. With as close as I was getting, I knew we wouldn't hear the alarm clock again.
Amanda squeezed and squirmed and that was all I could take. With several upward thrusts, I emptied my morning offering.
"You can take care of me tonight cowboy" as Amanda leaned over and kissed me.
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At dinner, Friday night, Carla pressed for an answer "What's is going to be Mom? The entry deadline and contest is Sunday night. Are you the sexiest mother around here?"
"If it will make the two of you happy, I'll do it, but with conditions. This is a FAMILY event. I expect both of you to help with all aspects of it."
Both of the girls were ecstatic. I happily faded into the background.
Saturday was a busy day as my three ladies plotted the wardrobe and practiced a speech. The thirty dollar entry fee was well spent. The contest was for second place as she was clearly the sexiest woman in the room. And yes, she did have to endure a few very inappropriate suggestions. When you have teenage daughters in attendance, you never know what they are going to think. Both shrugged off the comments. That was also bothersome. Do they have to put up with comments like this at school?
Ahhh, to the victor go the spoils. I benefitted greatly from Amanda's grand prize. That thirty dollar entry fee couldn't have bought a more passionate night of sex.
Once we were alone, I got a beauty contestant strip tease. I gave her a ten. She then used her oral presentation to drain my cock. Sadly the scale tops out at ten, because she deserved a higher mark. I returned the oral pleasures. She used the pillow to muffle her screams. My cock was ready for action and it was a long night of sex, with a short time to recover. Monday mornings are tough, and this one was really tough.
We were all gathered around the dinner table when Amanda proudly announced "Having won the pageant yesterday, I'm eligible to go to regionals."
From Mandy "Dope!"
"Excuse me young lady. What did you say?"
"Ummm dope, you know, like cool, awesome. Get with the times Mom."
"Oh."
I pressed for details "So what does that mean?"
"Well they have another meat market. Same rules and the likes. I'd need a different speech and sexier outfits."
"Sounds cool. Same place as last time?"
"No this is in Dallas, on the second Sunday next month."
"That's six hundred miles away. Do they give you money to cover expenses?"
"Not that I know of. Forget I mentioned it. We can't afford to go."
"But Mom, you need to go. We'll make this our family vacation for this year. What's there to do in Dallas?"
"I don't know. Your father and I will talk about it."
Talking meant me getting some of the best sex I'd ever had since we married. The variety and frequency had me weak in the knees. With promises of continued delights, our vacation for this year was now a six hundred mile car trip to Dallas.
It was subtle, but in the time leading up to Dallas, Amanda changed. Yes, she was more confident than before, but she was also more assertive. No longer was it a fifty fifty relationship. My comments and suggestions were routinely cast aside. My hope was that it was her being nervous about the pageant.
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We left on Wednesday, did some sightseeing along the way, and then spent Friday and Saturday being Dallas tourists. Thankfully the weather cooperated. I paid for two rooms so the girls could have their own. There was an inside door, between our rooms, so it wasn't like they were on their own. I was able to keep the pageant contestant well fucked.
