Incest
Of Meter Men and Malls
Chapter 6
~ There are some that believe luck to be an intrinsic thing. A tangible item that is capable of being used or tapped into. Their fear is using too much at one time, believing that in doing so the opposite will occur with no reprieve until the "luck pot" has refilled ~
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I woke the next morning with a sudden jolt. At some point, my dreaming had turned nightmarish. Alone in my room, I stared at the ceiling not wanting to move. The pillow was damp from dream induced sweating and I struggled trying to remember when and how I'd gone to bed.
It took awhile but, my anxiety drained away slowly and I turned to look at the alarm clock on my night stand. 'Damn, noon already!' I thought and moved to get up, feeling almost drugged.
Slipping on a pair of boxers, I left my room on unsteady legs to find the women of my life. Abby's room was empty. Only the rumpled bed and strewn clothing marked her former presence and that of Andrea.
Mom's room was also empty but, neatly made up. No one would have known anyone had slept in the room. With a sigh, I made my way towards the kitchen, wondering what was going on now.
I found the coffee pot half empty and cold. The thought of remaking coffee seemed like just too much work. With a silent curse, I grabbed a cup, filled it with cold coffee and placed it in the microwave. The timer started its count down, as I leaned against the kitchen counter recalling Jean's final comment the night before.
'Sweet Jesus...three? I have three women now!' The thought hit me hard, like a rock between the eyes. I shook my head trying to clear my mind and heard the microwave timer dinging out the coffee was ready. Easing onto the, high backed, kitchen chair I mentally retraced the events of the past few days.
I was no better off for my thinking. In fact, somehow luck had entered into the picture. 'What else could it be?' I thought. I mean I wasn't the superstitious type but, I'd always had this thing about luck. I poured out the half full cup of coffee, grabbed a beer and headed for the backyard. Fresh air, sunshine and a little relaxation would surely help me. I had more thinking to do.
Jean found me there, reclining on the chase lounge, sipping my beer, lost in thought. I hadn't noticed her return and she didn't come to join me immediately either. When she did, she glided out wearing a, long flowing, chemise tied loosely under her breasts and, low cut, panties. She looked positively radiant and smiled warmly at me.
"It's wonderful to see you relaxing Joey." She commented, sliding the patio door closed.
I shielded my eyes and smiled as I took in her, firm, buttocks under the see through garment. They tightened as she pushed the door and then relaxed to soft round mounds, begging to be squeezed and rubbed.
"Hey, back already?" I asked.
"Yeah, I wanted a little time with you alone. Would you mind?" She came back.
The two inch high heel shoes set off her scanty outfit, as she strolled like cat on the prowl towards me. She carried two glasses and a small bottle of Chianti and set them down on the patio table next to me.
"It's going to get harder, you know, getting time alone with you - wine?"
With my nod, she bent quickly to pour out the wine, letting her breasts rock gently for my pleasure. I couldn't help it. I reached out to cup one, full, voluptuous breast and gently held it as she poured the wine. Her nipple hardened under my touch and her smile turned into a large grin.
"God Joey, you are nothing like your dear father -- bless his soul. You make me wet just thinking about being with you. What are you doing out here anyway?"
"Thinking." I replied simply and gently slid my hand and fingers from her tit.
"Humm, kinda early in the day for deep thought isn't it? What about Joey?" She questioned and eased down on a lounge chair at my side.
I felt the early stirrings of my penis when I answered her. Her lovely vision and the fact she had rested her free hand high on my bare thigh had brought on the thickening. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Oh you know - me, you, the girls. Everything I guess. I'm using up my luck pretty fast you know. I'm thinking I haven't got much left, if any."
"Joey! I didn't know you were superstitious!" Jean came back and laughed softly.
"No, no it's not that really. I just think luck can be used up and if I haven't been lucky lately I don't know what else to call it. I keep thinking something is going to change and it won't be good." I answered and sipped on the wine.
"Hmm, I see. That never crossed my mind Joey. So you think it's just luck that I'm sitting here with you - nearly naked?" She responded, emphasizing her last words with a brief pause.
Jean sipped her wine waiting for me to answer. Not getting an immediate response, she leaned over letting her breasts tumble from the loosely tied chemise and planted her warm lips on mine.
Probing with her tongue, she licked at my lips and easily slid between them. Like melting butter, she gently pressed into me and kissed me passionately. Her free hand slipped under the leg of my boxers but, she didn't grab my manhood.
Instead, Jean softly gripped my inner thigh. Her fingers lightly brushed my scrotum, sending a quiver through my body and lengthening my penis dramatically. Our breathless kiss ended and Jean leaned back, smiling.
"I suppose that was luck too?" She asked removing her hand from my thigh, giving me a coy little pout. Before I could respond she stood up and sighed, "Well, I guess if my wanting to make love to you is just luck and you've used so much of it, you wouldn't be interested, right?"
I swallowed hard, feeling the lump of my Adam's apple. Jean turned to walk away, just as my cock head shot out the top of my boxers. I leaped off the lounge chair, shoving my boxers down and yelled after her.
"No, no not luck Jean! Please don't leave me like this, please Jean!" I pleaded loudly, as I hopped first on one foot and then the other shedding my boxers.
Jean ignored my pleas and maintained her steady walk towards the house. Free of the boxers I ran towards her, my penis flinging pre-cum in every direction and caught her just as she reached for the patio door.
Breathless, I pinned her against the door and quickly dropped to my knees, ripping her panties down her beautiful legs. Pressing my face into her buttocks I pleaded once again.
"Don't go, don't leave me. I want you! It's not luck Jean!"
Jean held her position, her back towards me and softly spoke, "No? What then Joey? Why do you want me?" and I thought I heard a small giggle.
"Lust Jean. It's pure lust and you're beautiful. I want to fuck you so bad, please don't go!" I cried out, standing up and pressed my stiff penis into the crack of her ass.
"Umm yes, I think I could be persuaded. Is that what I think it is Joey? Aw but it can't be it's so big and hard! What is that Joey?" She teased.
Slowly, Jean turned allowing me to keep her pinned against the door. The friction of our bodies was pure heaven. Huskily, Jean sighed out and reached to wrap her arms around my neck. She sought my lips once again, as I raised her right leg up. She knew instinctively what I wanted to do and helped by reaching down with one hand. I forced my butt backwards enough for Jean to grasp my stiff cock and push it down. With an eager and urgent movement, Jean had my cock head waiting at the entrance to her wet pussy.
"My pussy is all yours Mr. Lucky!" She growled, without parting with my lips.
True to her word, Jean was wet and the sweet aroma of her sex waffled up between us, as I pressed my pelvis towards her. My cock slipped in easily and the aroma became stronger, heady even. Jean cried out and pulled her head back, showing me a surprised and yet very pleased look.
"Oh God Joey, your father never fucked me like this!" She moaned out and tipped her head back against the door.
I reached around to grab her ass cheeks and started to thrust my hips into her soft mound. The sound of my penis ramming into her pussy was a musical, wet, slurping sound, accompanied by my scrotum slapping against her leg. With lust filled eyes, Jean released her neck hold and offered up her breasts, begging me to suck her nipples.
"Fuck me Joey, fuck hard! I've been thinking about this all day!" She cried out, after I sucked in one nipple to ravish it. "Yes, Joey, suck it! God,suck it hard!"
In our standing position, my cock rubbed Jean's clit with harsh fury on every thrust. In moments, the leg she stood on was shaking wildly and Jean clawed at my back, urging me on. There was no stopping me.
The wildness of Jean's actions built up my own and I released her butt to force her arms high up on the door and pin them. Jean somehow managed to keep her leg raised and cried out when I slammed hard into her pussy, getting ready to cum.
"Oh God! No Joey, Joey stop!" Jean suddenly wailed out and tried to push me away.
I thought she was acting, driving me to greater and more fanatical actions but, she wasn't. None the less, I started to squat and drive my cock into her sweet pussy with even greater abandon and she cried out again, this time anger and fear carried her words.
"God dammit Joey! I mean it, stop! The meter man -- he's here! He's watching us!" She screamed out.
I released Jean's arms and started to turn, not believing my ears. Jean quickly grabbed my head and kept me from fully turning. She forced my head down against her shoulder, just as I came. My body stiffened and Jean jumped up visibly on her toes as she felt the large load of cum slam into her.
"Oh My God, Oh God not now!" She whispered in my ear and then I heard her add, "John, hi! I'm so embarrassed. A girl gets lonely John, you understand right?" and I released another pulsing load. I couldn't help it. I felt Jean's body cumming and marveled that she was able to keep what little composure she did.
Then, from behind me, I heard a voice. "Holy shit, Mrs. Harmon I'm sorry! If I'd known..." A brief, uneasy, silence followed and then I heard the back gate slam close and the sound of hurried foot steps.
