Chapter 22-1
Look Who's Coming to Dinner
Part 1
Even though Mom wasn't happy about the idea of having the two girls join us, she was more than fine with it when Landon came with us. His suit too was placed inside with ours. I was about to freak out about it, but then again what was the harm the having more people come to church with us? The LDS church has always said everyone, and anyone is welcome. At least that's what it says in the broacher. It did not matter if it was a lie once they found out some little dirty secret or something that they disagreed with in their philosophy.
Besides, my father never sits with us, always sitting in the back of the church with my sisters. Known as the overflow inside the church gym where they sit on folding chairs, not benches with soft cushions. It used to be plain hardwood. Now they add cushions for the back and your butt. Either way, they are still extremely uncomfortable for prolonged periods even if it is only an hour.
Mom tells me most of the time Aaron and she stay home when I am not there. Now she has a reason to go and has been invited to sit with the Kenly's or Bishop's Earl's family. The question is will she take it or still stay home when I am not here? Like me, most of the people shun her because of me being placed into foster care. Stating the fact, she is incapable of raising her children.
When even her own husband and her daughters won't even sit with them in church. Again, that's my fault, because of my mother's ability to do a one-eighty and decided she wants to be mine and Aaron's mother. Blackmail or not, she really does love us, and for that, my father and her daughters hate her for it. Most of all Aaron and me.
Mom wasted no time in removing Landon's robe having them take the whole back seat as they have sex. It was nothing new for Greg and me to have sex in front of her or being naked. She had already told us directly when we were in her house no clothing would be allowed. No longer will it be optional for me and Greg or my brother or his friends if they choose to run naked. Telling Greg and me that my sisters and my father can go straight to hell. It was the sex Greg, and I was more worried about, more so for my mother. Because that was a secret, we were asked to keep it from everyone. That wasn't on my Dad's contract or did not belong in the Garden Club. So having sex with Landon was going to be a hard secret as he joined us in church.
I could only imagine the look on people's faces when we all came waltzing in right out of the long stretch limousine. It was so big you could fit a hot tub inside. I hoped it got good gas mileage, then again at the time gas was seventy-eight cents a gallon, and we screamed when it went up to ninety-eight cents. Now today it is over three dollars, almost four. The older folks remember it being ten cents or fifteen. I wonder what it will be like twenty years from now or if gas will be a thing of the past, with hybrid cars making a big splash.
When we reached the twenty-minute mark, we quickly all dressed in our best. Even my mother was wearing her new black dress, and she looked hot in it. It wasn't the same strapless number where she did not wear a bra showing off her well-defined breasts. It still gave Greg and me a hard-on. With her black strap shoes with low heels but elevated just enough to give her some height. If my father's eyes looked away or looked like she was a slut, and growled. I swear I will take her right there on the floor in front of him. Personally, my mother deserves better than that pig of a husband, and I knew lots of guys believed that too or they would not want to have sex with her.
Most guys like a big woman with a little more meat on them. Not every woman is a skinny supermodel who is too bulimic to look at. Even our two fine ladies are not supermodels, but ordinary stay-at-home spouses who had abusive husbands and are now divorcees. The look on the people's faces when we pulled into the church parking lot was something I will remember forever. Landon took my mother's arm as we took each a girl's arm and walked right into that church house watching their mouths drop open. First at the long stretch limousine parking at the side of the building, then at us as if they had never seen us before. People actually gasped when my mother walked in, and their tongues wagged.
Landon introduced his wife to us and took her arm and my mother's. I overheard whispers from his wife that she would like to have some of my Mom and those tasty breasts and Greg and me. I should have been surprised, but I was not. Even Mr. Kenly said. "Hot damn, you look stunning Mrs. Shepherd." Aaron was speechless when he saw her. Mom gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek and asked if he had been a good boy had been while she was gone. Mr. Kenly said he was a very good boy, earning him extra kisses.
Aaron noticed our two girls and had a hard-on that wanted to break through his pants. Most boys would be embarrassed about it, but not Aaron. He just ignored it. It was when my father saw us that when things got tense. He looked Mom up and down and demanded to know who paid for that. Mom said it was a gift from my adoptive parents because they wanted to take her and me out to dinner at a nice, fancy restaurant. My father said. "Lies, I know for a fact that no good worthless piece of shit was with slutty women, most likely fucked them the entire weekend, just like those women he's with right now."
Mom was about to slap him across the face when my Grandmother came around the corner and did it for her and said. "Jim Shepherd, I did not raise you in a bar and we do not use that kind of language in a house of God. Now apologize to your wife and son and his guests."
Jim growled. "He is not my son any longer! And never was if you want to know the Goddamn truth!" Earning him another slap across the face. He stormed off mad and said. "You can all go to hell! But you're not taking my daughters with you! Come on, girls, don't look at that filth! They should all be struck down dead for coming inside this church!"
Grandma's eyes lingered on me than the girl I was with. I knew she was thinking about it, and it was true. I had sex with her. In fact, I had lots of sex with both of them. Grandma hugged me, and I kissed her cheek as she whispered, we were going to have a long talk, stretching out the word long. Like a good boy, I introduced our two ladies and my new best friend, Greg. She recognized him from the skinny-dipping camp-out and said. "If I remember right your Bishop's Earl's son, his oldest if I am correct?"
He said. "Yes, ma'am. Eric, and I am escorting these two beautiful women as new members being new to this ward as a personal favor for my father."
Grandma's eyebrows rose. Wanting to ask a more personal question, but it said that it was going to be included in our long talk. Bishop Earl soon made his way with his family. Telling my mother that they had saved seats for us all, then glanced at me and Greg, giving us a big smile, and said. "Did you work hard for Mr. Stringham, making me proud over the weekend boys?"
Greg and I nodded, he said. "Yes … "really hard," Dad. Did my new bed arrive now that I had paid for it and bought a nice new suit and a few new school clothes? Eric too worked extra hard and brought the two girls that you had us invite to church and supper at our house."
Bishop Earl was a good pretender and shook both their hands and said. "Ladies, I am glad to see you are well taken care of. I only hope these boys were gentlemen and well-mannered. It's not every day we get new members as pretty as you. Mrs. Shepherd, you look breathtaking in that dress. Don't let your husband tell you otherwise." Mom blushed and said thank you. He took her arm and led us all to our seats. Almost in the front row, but three from the front. Mr. Kenly sat in the back of us with the rest of Bishop Earl's family. Leaving the other two open, very few, if any sat there.
Greg gave his Dad a fist bump and two thumbs up as we both noticed the tent in his pants that was growing. Quickly excused himself so he could take his place on the stand, covering his lap with today's program. Grandma sat next to me and whispered. "Are they married or still single boy?"
I whispered. "Divorced, both of them, and yes we had lots and lots of…" whispering in her ear as I kissed her cheek. "Sex."
She sighed and said. "Long talk and I want to see those pictures as well as take a quick look over you once we get home. I want to see this nice tan so I can tan your little bottom for not calling me."
I whispered back. "Grandma … I said maybe I'd call, hoping you would be cooled off when I did call you, but as you heard Mom, Aaron, and I are only going to go home and to change clothes. Since we all have been invited to dinner at Bishop Earl's house, along with our two guests, right after sacrament meeting."
Grandma said as she kissed me on the forehead. "Son, naked there or at home, I am still going to see every inch of you, and I have seen Greg and his family naked many times. So don't think just because we are going to go to his house that I am not going to go there, because of a few naked boy's. And yes, I am still furious with you and what you have done, and I am going to give your adoptive parents a piece of my mind and take your Dad over my knee and give him a licken he won't forget."
I smiled and said. "Most likely, he'll enjoy it. Considering he likes the rough stuff." I gave her a wink that said it all.
Grandma squeezed my hand and said. "Long talk boy … very long." She handed me a notebook and pen to take notes. I knew I'd better, but it had been a very long time since Mom and Dad had any of us review what we learned in church, mostly because Crawford was a Bishop.
It was very hard to concentrate as Tally slipped off her shoe and started to play with my leg with it. She even slid her hand under my notebook. To see how hard I was, by unzipped my zipper and wiggled her fingers inside my boxers. Grandma noticed and I could see she was doing her best to keep her cool. Until she reached over and slid her hand over hers and growled softly. "Not in church, young lady, and not when he's sitting next to me." Grandma had me move over to the other side of her and told me quietly to zip up my pants and pull up my socks.
She said I looked very nice in my new suit, fingering the material. She whispered, "Stringham is such a show-off." I told Grandma, Greg, and I earned it. She said, whispering. "Of course, you did, boy, mostly doing the love dance, according to my last conversation with you and him. I wouldn't be surprised if you were with a girl when you called me with all that heavy breathing and moaning … Oh yes, I heard it really good. I am not deaf or stupid you know?"
I gave her a silly grin that confirmed it, but I wasn't about to tell her that it was Mr. Stringham doing it. She said. "Oh yes, a very long talk indeed and I am supposed that Greg was having the time of his life working just as hard." Noticing his eyes rolling in the back of his head with his coat jacket over his lap and a hymn book open to some page.
I leaned up and kissed her, whispering. "If you would like Grandma, Greg and I can go up on the sacrament table and do it there?"
Grandma nearly gasped and patted my hand really hard, leaned over, and said. "You just do that, and I'll watch." I started to remove my shoes and stand up. She said. "Don't, please don't. I am not sure my heart could take it watching you boys disgrace the chapel."
Greg sighed with relief. Man, I could use some of that relief. Unlike Greg, he did not have his Grandmother sitting next to him. Instead, he had his mother and Tally as his mother whispered in his ear with a silly grin and kissed him, picking up the falling hymn book and placing it back. Grandma gave all three of them a look that could kill. She pointed to my book and growled. "Long talk." Watching his mother and Tally both take their fingers from under his jacket and stick them in their mouth. I knew if we were not in church, they would have done him orally.
Man, why did Grandma have to show up today when I could have had some of that right now? Man, I was horny. Maybe the sacrament table was not a bad idea after all. It was long enough and wide enough. In fact, it had its own white sheet. We had the girls, and I knew they would go for it.
The only reason Greg and I did not stay for Sunday school and priesthood was because of our two girls. They would be stuck with my mother and Grandmother for two long hours. I could only imagine the catfight or the heated conversation that would take place during those long two hours, and all of it would come from my Grandmother and she was angry enough to chew penny nails in half. Those I could get a discount on. Words like hussy, slut, and immorality, and disrespectful about what our two girls were wearing whispered as both Greg and I led our two ladies out of the chapel and out to the limousine.
Other words were, "hot damn, I would like to get a piece of that." Or "Excuse me dear, me and my sons needed to make a quick run to the restroom. Must be all that water we drank before. "Cuming." They should have shouted. "Make room hard-on coming through." Or better yet. "Huston, this is a go for a missile launch." Or "Make way for a bomber landing pad." Having all the guys take a number for a stall in the restroom.
Personally, Greg and our guests, as well as me, we're quite proud of our two unbelievably beautiful girls and Grandma would hiss like a snake when someone said something bad about them. She may not like the fact that Greg and I had sex with them, or how they were dressed. She was angry because of how they were treated in a house of God. She did not care who or what they had done. They were still people and God's children in her eyes.
She treated them as such, letting me stop and introduce them to as many people that wanted to welcome them, not that faction that seemed holier than thou. Sticking their noses so high in the air they would get a nosebleed. Even my mother got several nice comments on how pretty she looked. She beamed with pride and blushed a lot. Nobody that I noticed said a cruel word to her, but I am not saying they did not. I just ignored them.
Grandma rode in style with us as we rode up to my mother's house to change our clothes and to pick up her car. I should note that Mom had a way of naming her cars. Like the one sitting in our driveway, I called the big blue bomb, because it was big, blue, and ugly. She called it Shasta, because 'Shasta had to have this, Shasta had to have that' to keep it running.
Grandma had left clothes for herself to change into in a plastic store bag that said Macy's on it. Stuffed inside a paper shopping bag at my mother's house left inside the screen door. Grandma was funny when she wrapped our Christmas and birthday presents. It was always wrapped in the store's plastic bag before being wrapped in wrapping paper.
The driver had already left our things inside the house when my mother gave him the house key before church and Greg's things and whatever our three ladies wanted to wear after church. Landon made sure that everything else went to which houses, part of his job being our manservant. Which he would be as long as we were a member of the Garden Club. This also meant we had a direct line to him, whenever we needed something that needed to be done, making Stringham's big fancy palace always available when we just wanted a quick getaway from the outside world.
Grandma meant what she said, telling me to sit on my bed until she had changed her clothes. I could sit there in my boxers or in my birthday suit, but not allowed to put on anything until she had a good look at me. Greg did likewise even though he could have put on a robe or changed into his everyday clothes. Personally, I think he did it to make me feel more comfortable, and I loved him for it, besides Grandma was right she had seen him naked more times worth counting, and the same went for his entire family.
Like me, he had chosen to wait naked. Instead of watching me drop my boxers in front of her like we were at a doctor's office, or she takes them off for me with her bare hands. It did not matter how old I was. To Grandma, I would be her grandson or her little boy inside a big body. I was not embarrassed about it like I used to be when I lived with the Downing's I had lost that shyness then, even more so after living with the Rothwells and our awesome vacation.
Grandma came into my room as I was standing in front of my closet discussing with Greg if I should wear the waist robe with the tiger on it or the long robe with the spider on it down to Greg's house. Having Greg tell me he prefers me naked and hard as he was stroking his attractive boner. Which I wanted so much to stick inside my mouth and have a little snack.
When he said. "Doesn't really matter, considering we will be naked for the rest of the day having sex with our two very horny girls, and only dressed during dinner, besides I just want you to get over here so I can kiss and lick you down to your toes," he was about to say more when he noticed Grandma standing in the door. She blushed at seeing Greg's hardness and asked if he would not mind giving us a few moments. Greg got up and was about to leave the room, then gave me a silly smile and kissed me, pulling me closer.
Grandma gasped as he wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss letting our very naked body's touch when he released me, he said. "The waist robe with the tiger on it and nothing else."
About to leave my room when Grandma found her voice said. "Don't you think you need to put some clothes on, Greg? We do have a whole house full of women."
Greg said. "No, because I have had sex with half of them and his mother said we were not allowed to wear any in her house when he was home, and the same rule applies at my house. So no, but don't you think he has a nice hard looking penis? I like a good penis now and then as well as a very horny girl or both."
Grandma was blushing bright red, or was it the anger boiling over? It was very hard to tell. She had just sat down and made herself comfortable on the bed next to me with my photo album. So, she could admire said hard penis and very tan body and look through my pictures. It was maybe three or five minutes when I heard yelling when the front door opened as Grandma ran out of the room for more of a fast walk when she heard Susan and Becky scream. "You're naked and she―"
Grandma said. "Holy shit boy's!" Meaning …. two boys …. Aaron and Greg, the only boys here beside me said. "Pull that tit out of your mouth and Greg get back into that room. Aaron, get back to your room, and get ready to go! And you, two! Button up your blouse! This is not a cat-house! Boy's git moving!" I heard a slap on a bare butt.
Grandma says get as git when she was is angry or flustered or both. Grandma tossed him a robe I was going to wear in his face and told him to sit still. Mom was just passing by when Grandma yelled at her. "Linda! Git in here! And closed the God damn door!" That was all I needed to know. She was beyond a nuclear meltdown when she started to swear. It takes a lot to get her that angry. She gave it to my mother, Greg, and me, who said you are about to die.
It took several minutes for Grandma to compose herself before she could talk without a growl. She proved how angry she was when she took her hands as if she were about to wring our neck with them. She asked my mother first if she was aware Greg and I were kissing. Mom said. "Kissing how? On the cheek or on the lips?" Like it was some sort of joke.
Grandma almost slapped her. "God damn it Linda I could―!" Not daring to finish her sentence.
Mom said. "Yes, I am well-informed about the matter, and I think there is nothing to fret about. It is just a kiss, for Christ's sake, hell they masturbate … sorry boys stimulate each other just as much or as they do with the girls. As I mentioned during our phone conversation, both of them are bisexual.
"It's not as if you've never experienced kissing before, specifically with a woman in our situation. Perhaps you haven't heard, but it is currently the seventies. I admit that during the sixties, specifically at Woodstock, I indulged in a few self-affectionate moments before I had the pleasure of meeting your son Jim.
During that time, I had the opportunity to have oral sex with both males and females, using either manual or oral methods frequently. Much like your son Jim, who is commonly found behind the church parking lot with several girls like me, I frequently discovered myself routinely dedicating a lot of my younger days occupying the backseats of boys' cars."
I groaned, wanting to say too much information than her son needs to know as Greg, and I listened to her go on about it. Grandma's face was scarlet red either from the anger or embarrassment or both, just finding out that she and her son Jim had been having oral sex and more and long before they were married. Man, my mother is on a kick today. I wanted to say. "Go, Mom!" But I chose to keep my mouth shut, which was a smart choice don't you think?
"Personally, like I like a nice, tasty breast or a penis now and again as much as a girl's sweet spot. You know the virginal area on girls." My mother said, seeing Grandma's confusion still unfamiliar with our newly chosen words. "As much as a good old-fashioned fire starter kiss that leaves me breathless, either from a woman or a guy. It does not mean we are gay.
"It just means we love each other more than words can say, and there is nothing wrong with having both. If you want to know, it has been so long since I have had sex with that thing called my husband or your son Jim. I am about to advertise it in the newspaper: 'White woman looking for love, in the biblical sense to spend hot passionate nights with … in bed. Not looking for love just, hot, passionate sex.'
"That I have cobwebs down here," Mom pointed to her sweet spot, then said. "The only action it sees is a vibrating or rubber penis. It's been years since he has touched me or had hard, passionate sex that makes me howl like a wolf in heat. Hell, I cannot even remember the last time he kissed me.
"The fact these two boys have better sex than we ever had … and Doris. I mean a marathon for four to five hours right there in my backyard and in that nice new bed of his. That it makes me so God, damn horny and angry that if I find a real man. I will fuck his brains out right there on the kitchen floor or the couch, and I could and would do so with my two beautiful naked boys watching because my husband rather beat me than satisfy me.
"So having them kiss, masturbating each other of having them do it orally as well as have so much sex with as many girls repeatedly as if they were in heat. Anywhere they would like. At home, in church, or a school closet. Or on a teacher's desk, and if they want to do it in the school lunchroom, in front of the whole God damn world.
"God be damned … I am going to let them. Kiss, lick, bite, make a dessert or any menu item they want on themselves or girls, have sex with any girl or woman they like, as well as each other. I only draw the line of them having sex with each other and if you want a clarification that to answer, no penis inside their butts."
Mom sits next to Greg she grins at him, and this time Mom grabs him by the back of the head, and she kisses him as she takes her hand and gives him some nice strokes before she releases him. Takes his robe that Grandma tossed at him and hangs it up, and says, "My rules my house. All I want to see is my boys naked. My son Eric Rothwell is a nudist, and bisexual. I promised his adoptive parents that he would remain so in my house … and if you dislike it, that is Goddamn tough!" She opens the door and closes it behind her.