“She loved to screw when she was stoned. You remember that I met her when I stopped to buy a few ears of her fresh corn at the little stand she had. Well, she was buzzed from coming back from the field, where she had smoked a joint, and she was horny just then. I looked pretty good to her and she offered me a roll in the hay. Literally, since she took me back to the farmer’s barn and we did it the hay loft. I admit that a quickie with this pretty little blond cutsie was too tempting to pass up. Then she turned me on to dope the next time we hooked up at a motel, and that opened my eyes. I was hooked on stoned sex with Susie, and had no self-control when it came to my infatuation and my habit of getting high on marijuana.”
“It was bad enough that I was having an affair, but when I also was risking everything by possibly getting busted for drugs, and when your mother Danni found out . . well shit hit the fan three ways from Sunday. The rest you pretty much know. Shannon turned your mom gay or bi or anti-guy, whatever, and then we settled out our affairs; you should pardon the pun, but it fits. So, here we all are in our respective homes. Susie has a garden in the back, but it’s too uncool to grow in the neighborhood, much less she was afraid Danni might blow the whistle. I don’t think Danni is as militant on the subject as she used to be; but we still are not in the ‘back-forty’ somewhere, and there was you to raise, so it sort of petered out. Besides, now that we are older, our contacts are middle-aged and don’t have the connections they used to have either. That’s why we don’t have the chance to get high anymore. We both miss it though.”
Ah-Hah! Eureka! If I could hook up Susie with some dope, perhaps I could get her to hook up with me? That was what she meant, what she had hinting at. THAT is what would work to let me get more than a quickie with my pretty little blond momma, who was too tempting to pass up, for this boy as well. Like father like son, and I liked all the women in my family. But Danni was next I figured. I wondered how Shannon was making out with Susie. Pun intended!
Evidently, that female fandango of frolic went fine, which motivated Shannon to get Danni into a play-time scenario soon to make sure that her partner didn’t feel neglected. So three days hence, a Sunday night, I was given the heads up with a text message that I ought to log in at 8:30 and not to get discovered by dad or Sue. I locked my door, put the headphones on and waited. I had Astro-Lube lotion handy and a box of tissues too. Shannon must have pre-arranged the evening’s agenda with her lover. She at first blindfolded and stripped Danni; laid her on the bed nude, but for the black cloth covering her eyes. When she lit a scented candle, she also uncovered the undercover camera and adjusted it to view the bed.
Then she got out the dildo. Shannon had not exactly measured me, but she got a very good ‘handle’ on my dimensions when she had been on top of my thighs. The new boy-toy she had bought, having had the . . er . . balls to walk into the local adult shop and choose a model that very closely matched my dong, was my . . uhm . . stand-in, if you will. So the experience would be simulating my physical presence during penetration. The image I was getting over the net was alright, though I couldn’t control the focus or zoom, it still showed what the action was and the sound was clear.