Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book I

Tricia turned a bright crimson, worrying that her father might overhear her husband talking to her like this.

"Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that… I'm your wife… not some chick!!!"

Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was already ruining what she had hoped would be a happy reunion with her family, and Tricia felt mortified by the prospect of two whole weeks ahead of her, during which she could only try to make Ike behave! Looking across the table at her sister-in-law, Susan, Tricia thought that she had all the luck… being married to someone nice and quiet as her brother Jamie. Jamie was probably very considerate of her feelings, she thought, watching him pour wine for his wife.

These reveries were cut off in midstream by the sudden addition of music to the room. It was coming from the living room door, the door between the rooms having suddenly been flung open. Wild violin strings poured liquid tremolos of sound over the diners and as everyone looked up, they were more than astounded by what they saw!

Carrie Livingston stood framed in the doorway, posing as it were for her astonished family. Her height having always been an advantage for entrances, this time gave her the air of being almost seven feet tall, and although she was naturally a slender woman, in many ways she resembled an amazon. More than anything, it was an attitude she had which enabled her to exude an aura of just about anything she wanted. Tonight, she wanted pure glamour… pure beauty… pure sex. And this she achieved with ease. For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept from her shoulders to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush of material, caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond brooch that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not that it mattered whether it was held up or not, for the grandmother, mother, mother-in-law, and wife was wearing a dress that was almost completely transparent! This gave the most interesting and penetrating view of Carrie's magnificently preserved body to every member of the family at the long dining room table.

In spite of their second thoughts, the first thought of every man in the room, be it husband, son or son-in-law, was something to the effect of, "My God, what a figure!"

Carrie knew she looked good, so she stood there just long enough to let everyone get a good look, and then she ambled slowly into the room, her beaming smile and mascaraed eyes taking in each of them. Her large breasts swayed slowly as she moved, bouncing just the tiniest bit up and down, and the smooth line that moved at a tempting angle from her hip to her groin where the inverted crown of her pubic mound formed a perfect vee was clearly visible through the gauze of her gown.

"Hello… darlings…" she cooed, kissing each of them lightly on the cheeks and trailing a wake of sensuous "Caleche" perfume behind her. As she took her place at the end of the table facing her husband, she noted with amusement what looked like a sea of awestruck faces turned in her direction. All conversation had stopped, and John looked as though he were about to explode. Before this could happen, Carrie waved her hand and chimed out, "Marie! The champagne please!!!" Then she looked around her and said, "Isn't anyone going to hold my chair for me?"

Her son Jamie, who was closest, jumped up and pulled his mother's chair back. Obviously embarrassed, he took his place again, and looked down at his place setting. Beside him, Susan stared as though mesmerized at the visible crowns of her mother-in-law's nipples, which were firm and thick and apparently lightly rouged to make them stand out even more.

The champagne arrived just in time and everyone drank thirstily, happy for something to concentrate on other than Carrie's unorthodox dress. When the first two bottles were empty Carrie commanded that another two be brought, and no one, least of all herself objected to the flow of sparkling imported wine. By the time the roast venison had been devoured and the last course of dessert (apple pie and vanilla ice cream) had been served, most everyone felt completely at ease, no matter what their previous problems. Little Nancy had long since left after saying, "Gee whiz, Grandma, all of you is certainly pretty!" and the adults had entered into the pleasant haze of elation that good brut champagne can give to almost anyone.

John had quite forgotten his original fury at seeing his wife appear at a family gathering in such revealing attire, and was deep in conversation with his daughter about one of the many incidents of her childhood which he recalled with fond detail and loved to tell over and over again.

Ike was holding forth to both Carrie and Susan, his two in-laws, mother and sister about photography, promising to show them both some of his photographs which he just happened to have brought along. The two women seemed very interested, and Ike found himself thinking, "That's not all I'd like to show them!" For his first interest in Susan's low-cut dress had been replaced with great impact by his mother-in-law's revealing outfit.

"To think that she'd dare to do something like that!" he thought. "What guts! What balls!" It lead him to wondering just what else she might dare to do. He bet she'd had her fun in her time, and from what he could see, there was plenty of mileage left in her well cared for chassis! He was only a little ashamed to be thinking such things about his wife's mother, and that little bit vanished as he continued drinking the excellent champagne.

The only person who seemed to be unaffected by the mood of general gayety was Jamie, who couldn't quite get over the proximity of his nearly naked mother! It was just horrible, and the fact that everybody else was just ignoring it only added to his discomfort! He had always hated it when she showed off her shape just as if she were some teen-ager… but this was certainly the farthest she had ever gone in that direction.

When Carrie left the table to replace a broken champagne glass with one from the kitchen, Jamie followed her, and facing her in the quiet midst of the modern cooking appliances, he angrily suggested that she go put some clothes on. Since the maid had gone home, Carrie had no fear of being overheard.

"Hah!" she replied, tilting her head back and letting loose a charming laugh. "You take things much too seriously, Jamie! Always did… even when you were a little boy!"

Jamie felt his blood pressure rising. When she got going about "when he was a little boy" he often felt like throttling her, and this was no exception!

"Now… I took great trouble having this dress made… Marlene Dietrich wore one similar to it when she opened at…"

"But you're not Marlene Dietrich! You're my mother!" Jamie interrupted, fairly shouting.

"That's correct dear boy…" Carrie answered beginning to get annoyed by her son's persistence. "I am your mother… and you don't tell me what to do… if anything I tell you what to do!"

"I'm a grown man…" Jamie began, sputtering.

"And… I'm a grown woman! And what's more it certainly isn't the first time you've seen my body… why as a child you used to always come into the bathroom while I was bathing… I remember how wonderful it was when you used to scrub my back… such a look of concentration on your little face… you were such a darling…"

"No! Stop it!" Jamie yelled. "Will you shut up?? When will you stop trying to be young again? Why can't you just get old like everybody else's mother? How old are you anyway??????!"