Up North

Many thanks to my readers for your patience and appreciation; particular thanks to Miss Betty, Jim and Mudcat for your emails fussing at me to get the final chapters written and posted. Sometimes I need to let things simmer a while. This begins present day, goes back and forth in time or when there is a change of perspective; the dot breaks note the change. I hope you enjoy the work. Please remember to vote and never hesitate to comment. Thanks again.

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It was a hot day for the Dakotas, nearly 100 degrees. Bob Fletcher had his 2013 Beech Bonanza ferried from Paducah, Kentucky all the way up here to the Carson City Airport so that I could see her for myself. By God she was every bit the fine aircraft he'd told me. Bob was up to his ears in financial problems between his soon to be ex-wife and his bankers he was going to declare bankruptcy as soon as possible. He owed my company almost $ 500,000 for work we'd done at two of his developments.

Bob and I had done business for over 15 years and I had no reason to doubt his ability to pay before we began the projects. When it became clear he was over extended, he called me personally and asked if I would finish the work so he could get a considerably better price at the closing - I agreed. Bob had always been a stand-up guy and I liked him.

When his world began to fall apart he called me and asked if I had any use for a fine airplane. In fact, I'd wanted to add another aircraft to our fleet for the last couple of years, so I said, "Yes."

We had a Lear for fast efficient commutes and a little Piper bush popper for site surveys and aerial photos, but nothing in-between - so this could be it.

After I'd looked this beauty over, I was waiting for our mechanics to give me the go ahead, the street value of the plane had to be between $ 650,000 and $ 725,000; so at an even $ 500,000 it was an absolute steal, too good to pass up.

Mark Katz, the senior mechanic at the airport maintenance facility, walked up to me smiling, "Mr. Braun, if I was you I would buy that little sweetheart before your man changes his mind. It is a beauty, less than 200 hours since he took delivery, perfectly maintained and pristine throughout. If I had the money I'd buy it right now; it really is a beauty."

"Thanks Mark, I really appreciate you looking it over, you always do a great job on our aircraft." He smiled at me as I reached into my work shirt pocket and fished out two one hundred dollar bills, "Go have dinner one me bud!"

"No Mr. Braun, you don't owe me anything, really, it was my pleasure."

"Bullshit! You always do the work, you never complain, so take this and don't give me any more sass," I said with a smile and a laugh.

He took the bills and tucked them into his pocket saying, "Thanks Mr. Braun, it's good of you."

We shook hands and he walked back into the maintenance office at the rear of the hanger. I pulled out my cell phone and called Bob. "Hey Bob, this is Jim. I want the plane, but not at the price you quoted me, it's too cheap!"

There was a smile in his voice as he said, "Jimmy, don't fuck with me on this ... I'm trading a paid for asset for an outstanding debt. Anything extra will go to the damn banks and that woman I married; screw'em both. You've been a good friend to me for many years and your company has always done great work, delivered on-time and helped me out more than once. The price is $ 500,000 firm, payment in full for your work, if I had more cash I'd put it in your pocket not mine. Is it a deal?"

"Sounds like I don't have a choice - it's a deal. I'll fax back all the paperwork this afternoon. My baby girl will be over the moon when she sees this beauty."

"Jimmy, you've always been a friend to me and I really appreciate it. I want you to know it's gonna' take me a couple of years to get clear of this mess and get re-established. I'd like to think we could work together again."

"Bob, you've always been square with me. Anytime you call I'll answer."

He laughed saying, "Thanks Jim. Enjoy the plane, take good care of yourself. Catch you later," he hung-up quietly. I was sorry for my friend, but he was smart and a hard worker, if anyone could come back, he was the guy.

I went over and walked around the Beech again. The Beech Bonanza is one of the most reliable aircraft on the planet. A pleasure to fly, great lines and you could damn near land her on an arctic ice floe. Bob had gone out of his way to make her pretty. Custom ocean blue metallic paint with a dove grey and ivory leather interior, full instrumentation, all the trimmings; I wanted to jump up and down and holler but I'm too old for such behavior; so I jumped and hollered very quietly.

"Dad! Holy crap! Is that the plane? Did we get it? Oh my God, it's beautiful!"

I turned to see my pretty 20 year old daughter running toward me across the tarmac. She looked like her mother and my mother in equal parts. Of course, she had all the good parts. Livy is 5'8" and lean like my mother with beautiful light taffy brown hair, brilliant blue eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her pretty face like her mother.

She was wearing white tennis shorts, pink athletic shoes and a tan long-sleeved shirt tied under her breasts showing her flat muscular belly. She had my mother's natural tan complexion deepened by the soft summer sun and her mother's sweet C-cup breasts bouncing softly under her shirt as she ran toward me. I haven't seen her naked since she was a baby but my imagination worked just fine and in there she was a naked beauty.

When she reached me she threw her arms around my neck and slammed into me, "Sweet Jesus Livy, take it easy on an old man!"

"Dad, you may not be twenty but you're damn sure not old. So, did we get it?"

I nodded my head and she shouted, "Halle-fucking-lujah!! Can I take her up? Please?"

"Olivia Katherine watch your mouth!"

I could hear Mark and one of his mechanics laughing in the background as she said, "Sorry Dad, but I learned from you."

I shook my head saying, "Sweet Jesus; no flying today, perhaps tomorrow when your language skills return to the land of proper decorum."

A pout flickered across her face then she grinned at me like a mad monkey and said, "Late tomorrow be OK? I want to go down to Gran's tonight and spend some time with her and Aunt Rae."

"No problem, but you be damn careful on the freeway, you drive too fast ..."

She reached up on her toes, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me saying, "You worry too much Dad, I love you, see you tomorrow!" She spun around and ran flat out for her truck. I should say my truck; it was the 26 year old Chevy truck Lars Pederson bought when he crashed into me drunk so many years ago.

After I got married and started making good money I drove the old truck up from Dallas to Mom's place in the country and left it with her for a general work truck and back-up vehicle. After a few years it fell into disrepair and Mom parked it in the barn, covering it with a big tarp. Over the years when our family came to visit Livy played in the barn and had me tell her the story of the truck many times. When she turned 16 she took Drivers Education and pestered me near to death to fix up the old truck so that she could drive it.

I offered her a new car, a convertible, a Land Rover, a Jeep, anything else; but nothing would change her mind, she wanted that truck and who was I to say no. Kelly often told me I had no will power when it came to Livy and she was right. I had a trucking service pick it up and haul it down to Dallas to Jack Parson's auto restoration place where they did a total frame off restoration.

I have to admit it was a great job. The old truck looked brand new with bright red paint, custom bucket seats, full electronic redo, even air bags, the works - she was fast, sturdy and beautiful. I had it delivered on her 17th birthday and Livy was over the moon. She must have hugged and kissed me 50 times that day alone. Watching her drive away, I offered up a silent prayer to God to look after her and headed off toward home.

It was a typical late summer day, hot mid-day, then cooling into the high 70's in the evening. Reminiscing, I turned off the AC and opened my windows; the warm summer air and the trip back through town brought back old memories. When Ida Winter died I bought her old Victorian and completely remodeled it. We expanded and updated the upstairs apartment and tuned the downstairs into two spacious apartments, each about 1300 square feet, 2 bedrooms, 2 baths, a nice living area and a large eat-in kitchen.

My excuse was that I wanted a good investment and this was it; Kelly knew better, I really just wanted to keep old memories alive. Like many things in my life it turned out better than expected. I spent enough money to make it extremely comfortable and easy to rent. The property itself ran from Flower Street in the front all the way to Bell in the back, almost a full ½ acre allowing me to easily add a four car garage and expanded parking area in the rear with the driveway off Bell. Throw in a little simple landscaping and a couple more trees, it was a very nice place - even got a spread in the Carson City Sunday magazine.

The upstairs apartment was rented by Tim Parker and his wife Carol, he's a doctoral candidate in Mathematics at the University and she's a grade school teacher. They are people and great tenants. The two apartments downstairs I kept for myself, at least in the short run. Livy had long said she wanted to attend school where her mother and I had and also be closer to my mother while she did, so it made sense to give her one of the downstairs units and I kept the other for my use whenever I was in town. It turned out really well.

Walking into the kitchen I fished a cold beer out of the refrigerator and made myself a ham and cheese sandwich carrying both out onto the big front porch. I eased down onto the wide wooden swing. The sandwich was good, the beer cold and once the sandwich was gone I found myself drifting into memories of the past.

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"Jim boy, don't just sit there you got things to do," I heard Ida say as I watched Darlene's pretty little blue VW drive off for the last time. There was no question that I was completely in lust and I was pretty sure I was in love as well; but, that was clearly over with her off to marry another man. Maybe it was the best thing after all, in the end who knows for sure; life is what it is and you do your best.

I stood up and looked at Ida saying, "Well Miss Ida, what would you have me do?"

She stood there for a moment with her hands on her hips and studied me as I looked at her. She was a old big farm woman, grey headed, wide hips, big breasts stuffed inside an old fashioned print house dress. She could have been any of a dozen women I'd grown up around; there was something reassuring about her sturdy presence.

"Well first of all, school ain't over for this semester just yet and I expect you got plenty of work to do if you're gonna' make the Dean's List. Secondly, last time I looked in your room it could use a good cleaning, you been distracted with your nose so deep in Darlene's pretty bottom - that's two things for sure!" Her voice was firm and encouraging and I need a little direction right then.

"Yes Ma'am, you're right, I'd best get busy ..." as I walked into the house she swatted me firmly on the butt, then followed me in - I went to clean my room and she went off to tend to her chores of the day.

I spend a good hard hour and a half scrubbing and polishing my room, next I sorted and stacked my books and study materials and began the work of learning. I kept that up right up to the Christmas break, no fun, no distractions, just work and it paid off - straight A's, Dean's List. By the time the holiday rolled around I was mostly out of my funk and looked forward to being home with mom and the rest of the family.

As I headed out for the three week break, I went into Ida's kitchen to tell her I was leaving. She turned to me, then reached down, giving my cock a nice squeeze asking, "Honey, would you like a little relief before you get home? I don't think you've had any since Darlene left ..."

The way my cock grew thinking of Ida's hot sweet mouth told me I did, "Why Miss Ida, a suck from your sweet mouth would be just the ticket." I undid my pants, kicked off my shoes and stripped from the waist down. My cock had swollen to its full length and my cock head was turning a bright purplish red - yup, I was ready.

Ida smiled a bright smile and pulled a kitchen chair over sitting herself comfortably as she turned me around pulling my bottom to her face. She began to kiss and lick my cheeks, it was the first time she'd ever done this and I found it oddly exciting. She gently pushed my back until I bent forward as she spread my cheeks licking and probing my rectal valley. Her tongue licked and poked my hole aggressively for a while then she turned me again.

While I turned she took her false teeth out putting them in her apron pocket then softly sucked my cock head into her steaming hot mouth working my cock with her tongue. It was just amazing, Ida was always a gifted cocksucker but this was the best yet. But then, it could be that six weeks without sex colored my thinking.

Soon she allowed my entire 8 inches to slip into her mouth and throat swallowing frequently to ease the passage of my cock into her throat and at the same time massaging my cock head with her throat muscles. It was a wonder I didn't cum immediately. As she pulsed her mouth around my cock she fondled my balls and then began to work her middle finger into my butt hole. The more she worked it in and out in concert with her sucking the faster the burn began and soon I felt the cum blasting upward from my root into her mouth ... "Oh shit Ida, I'm cumming, Oh God it's so good ... "

I grasped her head jamming my cock as far into her mouth as possible while blowing multiple ropes of man juice deep into her throat. I came so much she began to cough and pull away, I managed to pull my cock out of her throat but I could not stop cumming. The jizz leaked out of her mouth spilling down the front of her dress, suddenly my legs became so weak I stumbled back and fell into a kitchen chair, my cock flopping.

Ida was gulping and gasping, her eyes watered and she had a pink flush in her cheeks, "holy damn Jimmy, you got to come in here and shoot your load more often, you near drowned me boy ... Oh, my God!'

"Ida, I am so sorry ..."

"You don't need to apologize Jim; there's no question you have a big need. Jimmy, all you got to do is come in here, bed me over and fuck me or stick you dick in my mouth. You've always been so good to me, I'm here for you. Don't let yourself get so backed up honey," she said in a soft kind voice.

We sat quietly for a while then she busied herself with a kitchen towel cleaning off the front of her dress and wiping up the cum that spilled on the floor. As she did so I felt my cock rising, she did have a nice tight old grey headed pussy ... "Ida, would you like to get naked with me?"

Without a word she took my hand and walked us into her bedroom. As I pulled the rest of my clothes off, she stripped off her dress and sprawled naked onto the middle of her big brass bed. I laughed and jumped on the bed throwing her legs wide apart. Soon my mouth was sucking and working her pussy into a froth until she began to cum pulling my face tightly into her swamp, grinding and grunting as she worked through her orgasm. As she calmed, I pushed my cock deep into her pussy until I could feel her muscular cervix bumping my cock head.

We lay locked together for a while until I began to gently stroke in and out, long easy strokes, I could feel her pussy clutching my shaft as I pulled back and her juices easing my way back in. Leaning on her big belly I allowed myself to suckle her large nipples gently chewing their rubbery goodness. After a time she began to moan and her hips began to urge me to hurry as she caressed my head and neck. I leaned back and began pounding in and out shaking the bed and rocking our bodies until she slammed up into me as I began to explode another massive cum into her body.

Afterwards as we lay together my cock softly slipped from her and plopped onto her thigh, then we slept for a time. "Jimmy honey, it's getting late. If you're leaving today you best take a quick shower and head on out."

I reluctantly left her bed, showered and as I dressed she pulled me over to give my soft cock one last little suck and kiss, then she kissed me and said, "Have a safe trip home honey, I'm just going to rest here a while.

The trip home was uneventful, my arrival home found mom at the front door with a sweet smile and a tight hug. "It's so good to have you home Jimmy. Why didn't you bring your girl with you, I liked her?"

"How about some supper and then I'll tell you all about Darlene, would that be OK?"

After supper mom made a fresh pot of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table as I told mother all about Darlene, her little boy and her decision to marry his father. When I finished mom reached over and took my hands in hers saying, "I'm sorry you lost that girl, she seemed like a keeper. But you can't let life get you down; these things happen and worst things too. The important thing is not what happens to us, but how you deal with it. And it seems to me that you've taken the bull by the, you're going to be alright."

"Come on now, let's go to bed; Momma could use some attention from her big boy. Do you think you can rise to the occasion?"

I laughed and pulled her into my arms kissing her fiercely. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and kissed me right back, "take Momma to bed son!"

We fell into bed in a tangle, each helping the other strip off their clothing. It was a pleasure to see Momma's naked body as it emerged from her clothes. I loved giving her small full breasts attention, sucking and chewing softly on her hard rubbery nipples and being rewarded by her moans of appreciation. Mom did not disappoint.

We made love several times that night and throughout the holiday.

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I'd stayed up late to talk with our Project Manager working on a regional airport job just south of Marrakesh, Morocco. It was a cooperative job with a Saudi company, our PM, Ameen Essa, was doing a really good job keeping us in the black and the Saudi's out of our pockets. He'd been working with us since he finished college at Caltech and I really liked him.

As usual our conversation was brief, direct and filled with all the necessary facts. He was eager for me to visit in the next month or so to help him smooze some of the government officials I'd worked with over the last decade. He was right; I'd have to go, perhaps next month after Livy was back in school. Because it was nearly sunrise when we finished, I crashed and slept well into the afternoon waking just after 2:00 pm.

After a good shower and shave, I pulled on a pair of briefs and walked out toward the kitchen when I heard the kitchen door open, "Dad ... Dad are you here?" It was Livy back from mom's place.

She rounded the corner into the hall and said, "Damn Dad, you're lookin' good there in your tidy little briefs. You got a girl in the bedroom?" and then she laughed, rushed over and hugged me tight, maybe a little too tight. Hugging me in her short cutoff jeans and worn t-shirt I could feel her body heat radiating and the softness of her breasts mashing into my chest inspiring my cock to swell.

I untangled myself from her arms saying, "OK, OK ... back off and let me get dressed, I didn't expect you so soon." She placed her hand on my chest and her eyes strayed down to my crotch where they focused on the growing tent in my briefs.

She smiled a sweet sly smile, "Hey, looks like somebody else is awake too!" and then she giggled.