Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

Little Nancy had heard the low muffled groans quite clearly in her cabin, and had recognized her mother's voice immediately. Getting up quickly, she padded out into the night without even bothering to put on a robe over her white cotton nightgown. Her original thought had been that they were fighting and that it had gotten rougher than usual, but the closer she got to the cabin next to hers the more she realized that there was something quite different about the sounds her mother was making.

Now she stood on tip-toe at the high window on the side of the cabin, peering intently in. Her eyes had not left the lewd scene on the big double bed for the last twenty minutes… time enough to see it all!

"Wow!!!" she repeated to herself under her breath over and over again. The sight of her mother and father stark naked and putting on such a weird show had left her stunned and breathless. She was finally getting the sex education she had been asking for!!!

Her mother had bought her all kinds of books in an effort to answer some of her many questions on the subject, but all had been a great disappointment to the ten-year-old. Now she thought… at last I'm really finding out something!

When at last almost as mentally and emotionally exhausted as her parents, she slipped down from the window and returned to her cabin, she was shivering from the cold and ready to get some sleep. Then she intended to spend all of the next day pondering the mysteries she had seen. The curious mixture of pain and pleasure in her mother's face… Daddy's big hard thing disappearing up between her open legs… How could it help but hurt… the way he rammed it into Mom's behind! So that's really the way they made me!

Her tiny body quivering, she slipped into her bed and after sneezing twice beneath the covers, she fell into a deep dream-filled sleep.

"God, I'd really like to throw it to her!" Ike woke up in Cabin One feeling horney as hell. Beside him, his wife, Tricia slumbered on. He contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely curve of her hips beneath the covers, and after considering it for awhile decided against waking her. Three days had passed since their arrival at "Livingstons" and they had been three of the strangest days that Ike had ever known.

He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever since that incredible night when he'd felt her up out on the back porch… What a sweet wet pussy! He'd been feeling utterly confused about what to do next. Carrie herself seemed to treat him as though nothing had ever happened, and the couple of times he had dared allude to their porch interlude, she had acted as though she really didn't know what he was talking about.

But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The way his fingers had fucked hard up into her naked pussy, and he'd felt her whole body trembling around them… Just the thought of it now was almost enough to make him cum!

Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which was fine with him… kept her off his back, but each night he had continued filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how the night before she had tearfully protested that if he continued to mortify her this way, she would "tell Daddy!" That would be the day! Ike wondered if he should play back last night's scenes now, and then make it with Tricia again… but then he thought better of it. What he needed was something different… something spicy… something like Carrie… his mother-in-law!

He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering together his portable video tape recorder, lugged it down to the pool. It was still fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring. After plugging the set into an outlet in one of the dressing rooms, he set it up poolside, and then proceeded to film himself taking more and more elaborate dives from the low diving board into the clear blue water of the pool.

That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with a magazine. She sighed. She was glad everyone had gone on the picnic. It gave her some much needed time to herself. Even though she hadn't been showing it, her nerves felt more than a little frayed. The presence of so many members of the family, all at one time could be wearing, she decided. Of course, she knew that it was really more than that. It was what she had allowed to happen out there with Ike, the very first night they'd come! But she tried not to think about that. It didn't seem possible that she had been that woman on the porch, groaning out her lust at each of her son-in-law's deft touches!

A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more she tried to send the memory to the farthest reaches of her mind. She flipped the pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in the high fashion magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for ideas for clothes, but now she, without even realizing it, hardly noticed what she was looking at. The thing to do was not to panic. If she had done something wrong… and certainly, she had… the best thing for all concerned would be to keep a level head. She must not ruin her daughter's life… much less her own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so awful about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man she would still be feeling the tiny delicious pangs of guilt about being untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so terrible just because this man was her own young 18-year-old daughter's husband! It would never happen again… after all… and if it hadn't been for Jamie saying those ghastly things to her, she wouldn't have drunk all that champagne…!

She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the magazine, lay her head back on the chaise, stretching out her feet and taking a deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she did on TV. She decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it float over her as she lay there in her cream colored silk pants suit. Her matching mules eventually slipped from her feet, revealing her pearl-painted toenails, and Carrie was asleep. Therefore she was totally unprepared for the knock that came on the door to her private bedroom a few moments later.

"What…? Who… is it?" She jumped up, completely forgetting what time of day it was, or the circumstances of her nap.

"It's me…" a masculine voice said, and she had opened the door dazedly before realizing exactly who the familiar voice belonged to. The cobwebs of her dreams drifted away and in a sleepy voice she found herself face to face with her son-in-law.

Ike closed the door behind him, stepping into the room with all his equipment.

"But…" Carrie was speechless.

"I told them all I had a belly-ache…" Ike explained, already looking around for a place to set up his machine. "Ah… there!!" he cried, moving hurriedly past the older woman and walking into the sumptuous room.

"Quite a joint you got here, Carrie," he said, whistling. "I've never been back here before!" He had decided that he had to see her… had to have some kind of communication with this fascinating woman. He had to at least make her admit to him that she remembered what had taken place between them! He brought along the tapes he had made of himself at the swimming pool and put them in the machine.

Carrie regained some of her composure, but still she felt somehow terribly vulnerable being alone with her head-strong son-in-law. She would have to get him to leave right away… or at least as soon as possible! He seemed to want to show her some kind of "plaything gadget", so she decided she would go along with that, and then firmly show him the door! He had a lot of nerve barging in on her like this! At the same time she was a trifle flattered that he had done it… it reminded her of the way Giuliano, her old lover, would surprise her…