“Any soup? Like Creme of Sum Yung Gy?” Alan asked.
“Jeez Dad, I tell you, Mike Myers is gonna burn in hell for that one.” Andrea and Alan had watched Wayne’s World together so many times, when Andrea was younger.
“Guess we’ll be watching it a bit later then,” Mel said, “AGAIN!”
“Lovely, great movie! Besides, I’ve been eating off my own cooking for the last few days, need some sustenance now, the soup sounds good.”
Andrea came and hugged Alan, “Glad you came, Dad, I love you.” She kissed him like any lover would. Alan kissed her back.
“You understand that I’m doing this because I’m a perverted old prick!”
“Aren’t we all, perverted, I mean,” Andrea replied, “But we’re consenting adults who don’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. What we do in the privacy of our own home is no-one else’s business.”
Mel joined the hug and kissed them both, “So what? I just want a baby, your baby, and if we all get to fuck, it’s a bonus,” she stated.
The meal progressed comfortably, small talk, local issues, this new Coronavirus was a little scary, but so far, seems to be holding off. The general consensus was that they would have to be careful and just not worry too much about it. Alan told them what his great-grandfather once told him. His great-grandmother had just died and they were both well into their nineties. He sometimes wandered a bit in his stories, but this one stuck with Alan.
“Great-granddad had just turned twenty years old when he returned from the Great War, one of the first soldiers to be demobilized. The first thing he did when he got home was to propose to his long-term sweetheart, wanting to get on with his life in a peaceful time. They got married almost straightaway, looking forward to a long and much happier life. Moving from Ohio to California, for a better life, they quickly settled into new routines, even with the Spanish Flu around them.
“The Spanish Flu had broken out the year before and was passed it’s peak, the highest death toll was in November, 1918, they thought they were safe. In October of 1919, Great-granddad’s wife had the ‘flu and died just three days after it was detected. Great-granddad was devastated, he said, he too had some symptoms but got over it. He was angry about her death, no-one had said anything about wearing masks in Bakersfield. Great-granddad knew that during the War, mask wearing that had been a “patriotic act”, but it became an “infringement on civil liberties” after, with a whole raging debate around it. Far fewer people were wearing them, wearing masks meant you couldn’t enter some stores, local ordinances were ignored, but by the end of 1919, over 600,000 people had died. It was only later that they heard of how the Spanish Flu had attacked the world. It was officially estimated that twice as many people had died of the Spanish Flu than were killed during the War.
“A year later, great-granddad met his future bride, a widow who’s husband had also died during the pandemic, her son had survived with her. There was a lot of family history he spoke of, losses, gains, but the horror of the pandemic took first place against the battlefronts of the First War. He told me that he actually felt safer at Chateau-Thierry and the Argonne than he did in Bakersfield. At least, he could see the enemy, knew where the threat was coming from.
“Great-granddad took the boy on and raised him as his own, plus their four other children two boys and two girls. The eldest lost his life at Guadalcanal, the second son was wounded on Iwo Jima, repatriated home and died in the 1960’s. The third son, my grandfather, was classified as 4F on being drafted, he survived childhood tuberculosis, but was unfit for service. The family thought he was more lucky than anything else, but he always regretted not being a part of the Second War. Great-granddad was afraid of another pandemic, he said, as the troops were coming home from Europe and the Pacific, like he had, from Europe. He didn’t want troops bringing another one. In the end, he told me that we should be lucky, we have the medicine now to fight it, make it less dangerous. He did tell me to make sure to wear a mask, none-the-less if anything like a pandemic broke out.”
“Well, hopefully it will pass us by, but when I get pregnant, I am damned sure I won’t be taking any risks,” Mel said emphatically.
“Yeah, but wearing a mask? Would it really be necessary?”
The conversation went on about “ifs ands and buts”, there was no reason to think that the China thing was going to spread here. Then Alan made the comment, “Well, if it does, we’ll have a lot of people from the President on down telling us to wear masks. Likely we’ll just get it and find it’s not that serious, unless you already have a compromised health issue like, heart or cancer. Or as this is a ‘flu, if you’re susceptible to a cold, then you’ll be at risk. Anyway, I’m not going to worry about it now, I got more important things on my mind.” He smiled.
Mel looked at Andrea, “Yep, I’ve got three holes Dad, and I want your cum in every one of them before Sunday evening.”
“And there is my desert,” Mel said, “Al’s Cream Pie, yu-u-ummy!”
“Oh jeez, you guys are gonna wear me out.” He felt the stirrings of his desire, “In the ass too?”
“Yeah, but it’ll be fun,” Andrea said, “A DP, twice in one weekend, I can be the lamb, I’m gonna love it all.”
“A DP? But- Oh,” Alan stopped when he saw Mel’s smile.
“You’ll see, it’s gonna be fun!” She said. The meal progressed, talk dwindled away from sex to other things. Alan didn’t feel like dessert, dishes were cleared and discussion went back to the sex, threesomes, lesbianism, babies.
There was nothing subtle in this, but Alan was aroused by the sheer audaciousness of it. It was ‘Here we are, playing house, then we’re gonna fuck! A lot!’ No pretence, no bullshit.
“Guys! Please, I’ve never done anything like this before! Just simple one on one, hetero, you know, mundane, unexciting, traditional guy and girl thing.”
“Well, isn’t it about time that you did something seriously perverted then?”asked Mel.
“Well, isn’t sex with your daughter something different?” asked Andrea.
Alan said nothing, still trying to get over the fact he was even here, let alone contemplating what was going to happen.
“See,” Andrea said of Mel. “Yep,” Mel replied.
“Dad,” Andrea said quietly, “I know this might come as a bit of a shock, what happened the other night, what I told you, but really, I have wanted to have sex with you for as long as I can remember. I’ve buried it before this, but I don’t have to any more.”
“But,” Alan said, not looking up “I’m sure this is not right, legally, ethically, morally.”
“No, legally, it’s not,” Andrea stated, gently, “Ethically, there is no issue because no-one is forcing themselves onto anyone else, willing cooperation is the basis of a physical relationship between us Dad. I love you, always have, and I want to do again what we did the other night. Morally, well, the argument around incest is morally absurd anyway. There is no possibility of offspring, so the real limitation doesn’t exist, and that has always been the basis of the anti-incest argument. In the wild, many animals often have sex with their offspring, their siblings, no taboo there, the alpha male will impregnate any female, related or not.”
“But we don’t live in the wild!” Alan retorted.
“Don’t we?” Mel asked, “We call it civilization, but really, we live in caves, inside steel and concrete towers. They may be nicely appointed and have some handy attributes, power, water, furniture, privacy but they are still caves. Even if the cage is of gold, it’s still a cage. We can ascribe to society’s morals or make up our own. We agree we don’t go around killing people, not because we can’t but because we find it socially and morally repugnant. That’s all civilization is, an agreed set of rules so we can all live together in large numbers. That’s why when societies are under great stress, like Depressions or war, normal social rules break down, morality goes out the window. It’s every man or woman for themselves.”
“And Mel can give you all the intellectual argument, she’s good like that,” Andrea continued, “But for me it’s the emotional argument that really counts.”
“What emotional argument?”
Andrea took him by the hand, easing him from his chair, led him to the lounge. She sat him onto the sofa and then sat in his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his lips, softly.
“You have always loved me, I know. What you don’t realize is that every time you touch me, you have made me feel safe, loved, cared for. When I was a kid it meant everything to me that you would hug me, pick me up and hold me. When I got older you hugged me, but not often and I really missed that. What I didn’t realize was that when you did hug me, my nipples would get hard and my stomach would churn little butterflies were indications of arousal. For me, that was normal, I didn’t make too much of it. The first time I had sex with a boy, I was left cold, it wasn’t working. But when you hugged me, I still felt aroused. Later, when I began my relationship with Jeri, I started to understand what it was that you were making me feel. She made me feel the same way as when I hugged you, only not as intense.”
Mel sat alongside Alan and Andrea lifted her legs over Mel’s lap. Mel ran her hand up Andrea’s leg, caressing the soft skin of her inner thigh. Andrea gasped at the gentle touch. She leaned in and kissed Alan again, taking his hand, she placed it on her blouse covered breast, “My nipples are hard, have been for a while now.” She gasped again as the combination of Alan’s hand on her breast and Mel’s fingers caressing her causing her excitement to grow. Alan felt the rush of blood as he felt Andrea’s soft bra-less breast.
“My darling Mel is the only person I have had in my life that eclipse’s you and your touch. Even then, there has been a small gap, an emptiness that until now, I haven’t understood. I was completely fulfilled the other night when you were deep inside me. I had Mel holding me and you fucking me, and I knew I was right to have you there, inside me.” She leaned down and kissed Alan again, feeling his growing erection on the cheeks of her ass.
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