Chapter 1: Backside Against The Wall

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humor, Swinging, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Backside Against The Wall - When is a ranch not a ranch? Perhaps when it's a guest ranch for the over thirty ladies of discerning taste in younger men. So "Welcome To Cougar Ranch," where the Milfs and the other dears play.

Lorraine Harper waved at her son Grady on her way out to the road to get the mail from the ranch mailbox. She grabbed the usual bundle of crap ads that nobody ever read, at least nobody she knew. God, tough as things were right now, who had the money to take a cruise to Majorca, or even to Laramie, for that matter? She shook her head at the injustice of it all.

Then she saw an official looking light brown manila envelope with a Denver return address in the upper left corner and her name as the addressee. A thrill of worry ran through her stomach.

"Oh no, what now?" she murmured to herself. She half ran into the house. The junk mail was tossed aside onto the kitchen table. She slit the top on the manila envelope and pulled out a dozen stapled together pages with a notary stamp at the left hand bottom of each page.

"Grady! Get in here right now," Lorraine yelled at her son.

He dropped the pitchfork he had been using to load manure into a wheelbarrow and ran to his mother. "What's wrong, Mom?" he asked as soon as he stepped up on the front porch.

"Ah Honey, you remember how I wondered what happened to your biological father? After he deserted me when I got pregnant with you, he seemed to have dropped off the ends of the Earth." Grady nodded his head slowly and looked at her, waiting for what she was leading up to.

"Well we don't have to wonder any more. That son of a bitch was in prison. He'd gotten himself convicted of rape and murder. A fellow prisoner killed him, stabbed him to death. His damned lawyer is trying to get his legal fees plus costs from us. He claims the jerk signed over his half interest in the ranch to him in lieu of cash."

"Mom, that's crazy. How can he sign over what isn't his to begin with? You guys were never married and Grandpa left us the ranch before you ever met that clown. No way."

"Well, we have to get a lawyer and answer this summons or we'll lose it by default. This couldn't have happened at a worse time; the taxes are due and we're almost broke. Between rising operating costs and lowered everything else, we just don't have any money for an attorney. According to this, we have ninety days to respond before it goes into a default judgment." She looked at the bunch of papers in her hand as if she wanted to shred them. "Damn!" she cried in frustration.

He looked at the name of the law firm and shook his head. "Relax Mom, let's just take a run up to see that lawyer and find out what this is really all about. This whole thing smells like spoiled fish to me." Grady gave his mother a hug and took the papers away from her.

While she fretted, Grady read and reread the document. Finally he looked up from the papers and told her, "Mom, this looks like something written by an Arab who never quite mastered the English language. Man, Herman Sloan could do a better job than this and he's the worst student in the senior class."

"Yes, but look at all those notary stamps. It's got to be a legal document.

Grady grinned at her and forced himself not to laugh. "Mom, I can get a baptismal certificate for Big Henry notarized, if I want to."

"What are you talking about? Big Henry is our stud. You can't baptize a horse. What would you notarize?" She wondered if her dear and sweet son had just gone crazy.

"Well I could get a notarized statement that Big Henry was dipped in the water by a real strong Missionary Baptist who had a friendly Mormon missionary help him and then pronounced him saved." Grady couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Honey, be serious. These are legal papers. I can tell."

"Mom, you can't tell shit." Lorraine jerked back at her son's sudden outburst.

"What..." she got out before he interrupted her.

"Mom, please listen to me. That jerk knocked you up and you had me when you were sixteen. Grandpa made you leave school and stay home because he thought you were an embarrassment to him and his good name."

"What does that have to do with these papers?" At times like this Lorraine realized her son was miles ahead of her in too many of the ways that counted the most.

"Look, when you write a letter or a legal document, or even an essay, there tends to be a certain flow to the words if the writing is the real deal. This stuff doesn't have that flow." He looked back down at the papers and shook his head.

"Well, what do you think we should do?" With that question Lorraine ceded control to her eighteen-year-old son.

"First we should head on into Denver and talk to this clown. Know thy enemy and all that stuff." Grady nodded in agreement with his own logic. "Then we decide what to do after we learn a little more about what's really going on.

He hugged her close for a moment and added, "Mom, I'm sorry I put you down just now. You and I both know you aren't stupid. You couldn't be too stupid, not the way you have almost single handed kept this ranch going like you have.

"The thing is though you don't have much education. Please let me try to find out what this clown," he looked down at the signature, "Ameer ben Adhem, is really trying to pull. His name is probably the Arab version of Tom Jones."

"Okay, when do you want to go face him?"

"Tomorrow morning, right after the milking is done. I'll get Jack Bradley and his sis to come do the chores and spend the night. We might have to spend the night in Denver. I'll go call them right now."

As Grady turned away, he heard his mother say, "Damn, at times like this you look so in charge and sexy I'm sorry you're my son."

Grady turned back and laughed, "Well, when we get back I'll take Karen Bradley for a walk around the barn and leave you in here with Jack. He's nineteen and very good, from what I've heard."

She blushed at the thought, "God, you'd do just that, wouldn't you?"

"In a heart beat, mother of mine, in a heart beat. I still remember what I walked in on when I came home early that one night."

Lorraine's face went from blushing pink to burning red. "Yes, you little dick, I also remember you clapped your hands while you stood there and applauded. Poor Henry ran out of the house naked and hasn't spoken to me since."

"You had just turned thirty and Henry was barely twenty-two. Now I know why Grandpa named this place "The Cougar Ranch." Grady laughed at the embarrassed expression on his mother's face as he left the room to go call Jack and make arrangements.

The next morning they left as soon as Jack and his sister arrived, they left. On the way to Denver Lorraine told her son, "Honey, I am well aware that you and I are much closer than most teens are to their parents, but there are limits. There are times you get a little too close to the edge of what is acceptable subject matter for us to talk about."

"Oh come off it, Mom. Would you rather I had started to run in circles when I caught you and Henry in a delicate situation and cry to the heavens in a horrified voice, 'Oh dear, my mother is no longer a virgin!' I think not."

"Damn it Grady, this is just the attitude that pisses me off sometimes. You just don't seem to know when to bite your tongue and shut up."

"Mom, I have a pretty good idea what happens when you go to the dances in Walden on the week-ends. I figure you try to hook up with one of the graduate students from the University of Wyoming in Laramie and a good time is had by all."

"But..." she tried to interrupt.

Grady would have none of her denials. "Please Mom, I know you have a healthy love life. Also, when I was a little kid, you always made certain I was watched over when you went out. You have always been the best mother I could ever hope to have. "I'm eighteen and I'm never lonely for a girl. We both like sex and if you weren't my mother..." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned at the expression on her face

"Grady! You just crossed over the line with that remark. We never have and we never will. No matter what happens on some of the ranches around here in the wintertime, I have never ever considered you and I..."

Grady laughed at he indignant expression. "Never, Mom? Not even once wanted to go on a double date with me and whoever I happen to be deeply in love with at the time? Think hard now." Her face turned red and got redder.

"Look, we both know you would never be happy with some old rooster who is all squawk and damned little anything else. Hell, if that were the case, you'd hook up with Barney Smith."

She snorted and began to laugh. "Please, remind me to not use you to run my social life.

After she got herself composed she said, "Grady, you are a damned attractive young man and of course I appreciate how you look in a tee shirt and jeans. You are a ... uh..." Her tongue stopped working.

"Busted!" Grady laughed at her embarrassment.

In a softer voice he continued, "It ain't the lookin' that's a no-no, it's the doin' where the trouble begins. Neither one of us wants to do more than look and appreciate each other's finer points. Okay?"

"You little turd, you just love to push my buttons." She grinned at him and added, "You are one evil teen."

"While we're on the cougarish ways of some of the women we know, I think I've found a way out of our financial problems. Why don't we start a guest house for cougars from back east who would like to get away from it all and take the best memories home with them?"

Lorraine's face turned sour. "If you mean what I think you mean, the answer is not only no, but hell no! I will not turn our ranch into a Nevada style brothel."

"Mom, we're about one step from bankruptcy. The best we can hope for right now is to hang on another year. In three months I turn nineteen and Grandpa's trust fund will be turned over to me. We can use it and..."

"Grady, no means no. I refuse to become a madam to keep the ranch." She started to cry as she thought of the probability they would lose the only home either had ever known.

"Mom, I will fight you on this. You forget half the ranch will become mine, once I hit nineteen. Grandpa left me a trust fund to further my education. I checked last week when I started to put this plan together. There's almost a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it as of the first of the month."

"Grady, no!" Lorraine was horrified that he would even consider he could use that money for anything other than to get a full college education.

"Get used to the idea Mom." Grady slowed down and pulled in at a scenic turnout and parked.

"Honey, I know you mean well, but your whole idea is just a little impractical. In fact it's a whole lot impractical. For one thing, the county commissioners would lock us both up if we started a ... a ... a cat house for hungry New York women. God, think for a minute, where can you find a bunch of ah ... male entertainers?"

"Mom, I could put an ad in the Laramie paper, The Daily Bulletin, for personal attendants to serve as escorts on a ladies only guest ranch." He grinned and told her, "I'll turn the interviewing over to you. I have no idea what the requirements would be, except in a general way."

"You forget about the legal aspects of opening a brothel. This is Colorado and not Nevada."

"Mom, you keep calling it a whore house. It's not even close. We could run guest ranch, ladies only, for the thirty-plus crowd.

"The entertainers and the personal attendants would be there to serve our valued guests. Any of the personal services the ladies might request would be between consenting adults. If the lonely ladies decide they wish to play and the attendant is willing to follow the game rules, then what they do is between the two of them. Like the song says, 'It ain't nobody's business but their own' No laws are broken. I already checked it out online."

"But it's the idea of the thing."

"Mom, what's the difference between the ladies flying a couple of thousand miles to sign up for a summer of fun and pleasure and you going over to Woods' Landing to hook up with a law student to get your ashes hauled?"

"But..." Lorraine's mouth opened and closed as she tried to think of something to counter his argument."

"Honesty time here, Mom." He started the engine on their old truck. As he pulled back out on the highway he told her, "Far as I know everybody loves sex. Well, that is, at least the ones that I know of anyway. The way we make it work is that we hire the service crew and pay minimum wage plus room and board. They make their money off their tips given them by grateful ladies and everybody goes home happy."

"Let me think for a minute," she told him. They rode the rest of the way to Denver in silence.

Once they checked into motel and got a not too pricey double room with two beds, Lorraine told Grady she was restless. "I think I'll go to the bar next door and have a couple of beers. Don't wait up for me."

Grady laughed at her subterfuge, "Go kick up your heels, Mom. I'll see you when you get back here in the morning. Remember to get here early enough to shake up that weasel that calls himself a lawyer. I want to grab Baghdad's version of a super lawyer and shake his ass loose from his ankles."

She blushed, grabbed her purse and left. As soon as the door shut, Grady shucked out of his clothes and took a hot shower. He dressed in fresh underwear and a clean tee shirt. The day's jeans would have to do. Then he left and walked across the street to the small coffee shop he had noticed when they first arrived. It was dinnertime and he was hungry.

At the table next to the one he chose were two attractive women who appeared to be in their early to mid thirties. "Ladies," Grady greeted them and nodded as he sat down.

The bolder of the two smiled and asked, "Do you always wear a cowboy hat when you sit down to eat?" Grady detected an east coast accent.

This was a game he started to play when he was fifteen. He recognized the message she sent to him with the question. She looked over at him and stared hard at the well-defined work hardened muscles that supported his upper body. She obviously liked what she saw. Oh yes, ladies, I know exactly how to play your games.

"Only when I'm trolling for cougars, ma'am." Her face reddened and the smile faltered for a moment. In an instant she realized this was not some inexperienced teenager she could flirt with and leave confused after an hour or so of teasing.

Her friend looked back and forth between Grady and her friend, confused. "Isn't a cougar one of those big cats that have spots or stripes or something?" she asked.

Grady let out an explosive, "Haw!" He looked at her to see if she was serious. He decided she was

"Shirley, you have leopards and tigers confused. A cougar is another name for a mountain lion." Her friend reached across the table and patted her hand.

"Oh oh, don't tell me your name is Laverne," Grady laughed. "That would be just a little too bizarre."

After her blush reached her face, she answered, "Not hardly. I'm Jessica Daniels and this is my sister in law Shirley Daniels. We've been staying at the hotel across the street and withering on the vine while our two not so attentive hubbies, troubleshoot problems with the microwave repeaters someone installed wrong. This town is boring."

"Yeah," Shirley told him. If we had some way to get hold of the guys, we'd tell them we want to go home. There's nothing around here for two women to do."

"Oh no, there's a lot for you to do. You just need a guy to do it with." Grady's suggestive smile left no doubt what that "something to do" was.

"Oh, we couldn't do that. Well, not without our husbands." She turned to Jessica and asked, "Could we?"

"Jessica," Grady asked, "What does Shirley mean when she said you two couldn't do that?"

"Believe me kid, she didn't mean what you thought she meant. The "that" she was referring to was dancing or drinking with a stranger."

"How about you?" he asked. "Believe me, I know a cougar when I see one. I'm not trying to be insulting, but you started to play a word game with me that only a fellow player would do."

Jessica looked hard at Grady. "Just how old are you? You look like you're about nineteen or twenty and you act thirty."

He grinned, "Well, I'm almost nineteen. My mother and I are here on business and hope to leave tomorrow to go back to our ranch up near the Wyoming state line. You haven't eaten yet have you?"

"No, we just sat down a couple of minutes before you arrived." Jessica looked him over and decided, "Why don't you join us as our guest?"

Grady grinned as he answered, "Sounds good to me, thanks." The grin changed to a cocksure smile as he sat down at their table. He removed his black John B Stetson hat off his head and placed it on the fourth chair at their table. Jessica was delighted when she saw the full head of tousled hair the hat had hidden.

Shirley was silent for a moment. Then she asked, "What were you talking about when you said you were trolling for cougars? I don't get it."

"I just did it," Grady grinned. "By the way, I'm Grady Harper and our ranch, believe it or not is the Cougar Ranch."

"Are you shitting us?" Jessica asked.

"Nope, it's all an interesting story in itself. The fact is that Great Grandpa named it the Cougar Ranch. Our brand is a letter cee on it's back with three vertical scratch marks through it. We use chemicals to brand our stock nowadays."

Jessica looked puzzled and asked, "You say you're not quite nineteen, you are a farm boy from up in the sticks and yet you..." Her voice trailed off and she looked her unspoken question at him.

Grady smiled and told her, "Okay, first there's the Internet. Second, I have played around with the girl half of the population since I was fourteen. I've always been big for my age and my girlfriends' moms started to take an interest in me just last year. And well, one thing led to another and by the time I was eighteen, I had learned firsthand all about feline wild life of the two legged cougar variety. Simple."

Shirley at last understood at least a little. "You mean you and your girlfriends' mothers would, ah do it?"

"Something along those lines." Grady smiled and asked her, "Haven't you ever fooled around a little since you got married?"

Jessica smiled and started to talk before Shirley could issue an unbelievable denial. "We found ourselves in a situation and have, ah, dallied a couple of times. Our husbands sometimes work eighty hours a week for months on end."

She saw the beginnings of a smirk on Grady's lips. "Hey, we were both virgins when we got married and we remained pretty true. But we're only human and sometimes things happen."

"Whoa back, I wasn't judging either of you. I'd be the last one to do that."

Before he could continue the waitress brought them menus. "Call me over when you decide." She looked Grady over and smiled at his hard body. "Nice arms," she said.

In a voice filled with false pain, Grady told the waitress, "Oh you all just want me for my body" She grinned.

Jessica looked hard at her and Shirley spoke up and made it clear, "He's with us." She stuck her chin out and gave the waitress a belligerent frown.

"Oh!" the waitress exclaimed. Then she said in a snide voice, "I thought one of you was his mother." She backed away from the table and went to talk to another waitress.

Grady looked over at Shirley, surprised that she could be so assertive. She stared hard at Grady, "I think something is going to happen tonight and I want to be sober this time."

Jessica explained about the other two cheating episodes, "The first time we stepped out was back in Albany where we live. A friend threw a bachelorette party for a mutual acquaintance. We went and had too much to drink. Somehow we became part of the entertainment."

"Oh god I worried for weeks that our husbands would find out what happened. Paul, my husband finally said he understood that some of those parties got a little risque and he hoped I wasn't too offended."

"Grant, my husband, said about the same thing and told me now that I had attended one, he did not want me to go to another. He was afraid I might be tempted to kiss another man or something." Jessica shook her head. "The community where we live, just outside of Albany is very quiet and conservative. 'Blatantly, blindly Republican, ' was how one journalist described us."

They ordered and Jessica asked for a round of beers. The waitress looked at Grady for a second and shrugged. He got his Coors along with the two women. "I'll just drink two and no more, if you don't mind. I have a hunch this isn't going to be a night when I want alcohol to slow me down."

"Yeah," Shirley told him, "That's what happened the second time. We had too much to drink and so did the two guys we ended up with. One of our neighbors went on vacation and left their son alone. He brought some college friends home with him and we got invited. We should have stayed home."

"Have you ever tried to shove a limp noodle into a quivering keyhole?" Jessica asked.

"Wow, what a mental image. I have never had a limp noodle in my life," Grady told her and laughed.

The steaks came and were quickly eaten. "What next?" Grady asked as they got up from the table.

"Let's go across the street and talk for a while." Jessica said, "What about your mother?"

"She's out cougaring a bit herself." Grady laughed at their expressions. "Mom has never been married and she has needs too, you know."

"You must be very close to your mother to talk about her so freely, real close." Jessica looked at Grady with a question in her eyes.

He shook his head. "No, we're no way nearly that close. We are close and we talk about things together. However we have always slept apart. Always will." Grady was amused at Jessica's assumption.

They jaywalked across the street and headed for the women's hotel room. When Shirley put the key in the door, Grady started to laugh. When they both looked at him he said, "That's our room over there across the hall."

"Oh my god," Shirley laughed, as she pushed the door open and entered with Jessica right behind her. Grady followed. "Why don't you ladies go shower and get into something more comfortable?" he asked.

Jessica grinned and started to undress in front of him. "A gentleman would wash a lady's back if he expected to get lucky."

"Is there room for three in there, do you think?" Shirley asked.

"Shirley, what's gotten into you all of a sudden? You usually blush at the first off color remark. You're the preacher's daughter who has always been above all reproach, except for those two times. Are you on drugs?" Jessica stared at her friend.

"No, I feel like I'm sane for the first time in my life. I want this sexy young guy and I want to do..." she stuttered for words and added, "I want to do everything with Grady." She started to undress.

"Well, I haven't done everything yet, so who am I to argue?" Grady sat on the side of the bed and took his boots and socks off. He worked his way out of his tee shirt.

When he peeled his jeans and skivvies halfway down his legs, Jessica smiled and told him, "I think I want to move to cowboy country. Believe me, there are certain occasions size counts and this is one of them."

There was only room for two in the shower. Jessica smiled at Shirley and told her, "You two go first."

Shirley kissed her on the mouth and said, "Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Jessica got an evil grin on her face, "You kiss me like that again and we'll have to make it up to each other, just like when we were kids."

Shirley looked sidewise at Grady and whispered, "Hush!" Grady noticed she blushed from her trimmed pussy to the top of her forehead.

"God Shirl, we were in high school and just experimented a little. Get hold of yourself. You'll have Grady thinking we're a couple of old lesbians."

"Well, that last time, you remember? I was wondering just how far I was willing to go. Remember?" Shirley hung her head down and seemed ready to cry.

Grady interrupted, "Don't worry about the little things; I do know how far some of the women in Walden went. And I also remember they didn't seem all that bi or shy when we made it together." Grady grinned and said, "Jessica, you hug her from the front and I'll hug her from the rear."

As soon as he started to move toward Shirley, Jessica began to hug her friend and give her a warm kiss. Grady slipped his erection up between Shirley's legs and began to rub it up against her pussy. Shirley whimpered and presented her mouth to Jessica for another kiss.

Grady went into the bathroom and started the shower. A couple minutes later a quiet and subdued Shirley joined him. "I ... I don't want you to get the wrong idea about us."

Grady held his arm open for her. She hugged up tight against him and began to cry. "Hey," he kissed her on the lips. "It doesn't matter what I think. It's what you think that counts."

She hugged him harder. "You don't understand. All my life I have had to be the perfect daughter. Do this, don't say that ... I've never been me since the day I was born. I don't even know who I am any more."

Grady sat down on his heels and began to lick her navel. She shuddered. The shudders gave way to little whimpers and moans until he licked her clit. "Oh god!" she screamed. "Do it, do it!" Grady did it until she collapsed and ended up sitting on the floor of the shower.

Jessica opened the shower door. "Are you alright? What happened?" Grady stood up and helped Shirley to her feet. Again Jessica asked, what happened?"

"I think I had an orgasm. Oh yes, I had a great one." Shirley staggered out of the tub. My father is full of shit."

"I been telling you that ever since I first met him." Jessica looked at her best friend and laughed. "What did Grady say to change your mind?"

Shirley drew in a deep breath and let it out. "He licked me until I exploded inside." She pulled a towel off the rack and began to dry off.

"Well, I guess it's my turn now," Jessica giggled. "You think you have the energy to build another one? Just for me, this time?"

"Wait a sec, Shirley first," Grady told her. Shirley bent over and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She showed her inexperience from the very first.

"Oh my god, I thought I knew you, girlfriend. I was wrong, I never knew you at all." Jessica stared in fascination at the sight of her friend on her knees.

Grady backed off just a little and Shirley removed his penis from her mouth. "Am I doing something wrong?" she asked.

"Honey," Grady told her, "There's no such thing wrong where blow jobs are concerned, unless you have the sharp teeth of a vampire." He laughed at the expression on her face.

Jessica looked back and forth between her friend and Grady. "Let's all three get on the bed," she suggested.

"That's why I had Shirley stop. All us great minds think alike." Grady got in the middle of the bed on his back. Shirley looked uncertain. Everything was so new to her.

"I'm going to sit on his face," Jessica said aloud. "You, Grady baby, are our sex toy for the rest of the evening. Oh god, this has been a long time coming."

An hour later, Grady called it quits. "Ladies, I done been wore out to a frazzle. Enough for right now."

He looked at his two new, still naked, friends. "Besides, I better get back to our room. My mom might be wondering where I am."

"Oh boy, that sounds so weird, what you just said. I know what you mean, though." Jessica looked over at her dazed friend. "Hey Shirley, want to invite Wonder Boy to eat breakfast with us?"

"Oh dear," Shirley whispered and she thought of what had happened. "What have I done?"

Grady crawled between her legs and rested his nonfunctioning penis against her soft mound. He ground his crotch against hers and said, "Sweetheart, you just had a threesome that you loved the hell out of. This time you were stone sober and can't blame it on booze or drugs.

"Be honest, you loved every second of it. No excuses now. You are a sexual person and you're stuck in a neutered marriage." Grady eased out from between her thighs.

"Yeah, we both are," Jessica answered for her friend.

She began to cry, "Damn it, we had to share a damned teenager to get satisfaction. I want more."

Shirley began to tear up. "Oh Jessica, don't cry." She rolled over and hugged Jessica close against her.

"Oh! Jessica exclaimed after Shirley kissed her on the lips. "Oh yes," she sighed and kissed Shirley back.

Grady put on his jeans and gathered up the rest of his clothes. He smiled as he walked out the door. He looked back at the two squirming female bodies. He laughed, "Maybe I ought to stay." Then he shook his head, closed the door behind him and walked the three paces across the hall to the room he and his mother shared.

"Well, I hope you didn't walk too many blocks to get here, half naked like that." Lorraine was already in bed, She had on an old tee shirt.

"I hope you had a good time, my sweet kind and aging mother. I know I sure did." She cocked an eyebrow and waited for the rest of the story.

"Well?" she urged when he didn't continue. "I don't need the up close and personal details, but what happened?"

"Well, after you left, I showered and went across the street to have a burger and met two ladies from New York State. Their husbands are rabid Republicans, by the way."

"Grady, I'm positive you didn't date two republican guys. I know for a fact you aren't gaited that way. A couple of the girls in your biology class bragged last year."

Grady loved to draw out a story and watch his mother become impatient for him to get to the punch line. "Well, one of the ladies, Shirley, is a preacher's daughter and repressed as hell. Her friend is named..."

"Don't tell me, it's La Verne," Lorraine interrupted.

"No, dear impatient mother, her name is Jessica, as in Jessica Rabbit of cartoon fame." He shook his head at his mother's blank expression. She was not a cartoon fan.

"Well, what happened? Something happened. I know it did. You walk in here almost naked, your clothes in your arms and smell like..."

She wrinkled her nose. "At least I showered before I got in bed. You go do the same. God, you smell like ... well, like you had a very good time."

Grady laughed at her antics, "The long and the short of it is that the two ladies and I explored their new boundaries. Shirley has decided her preacher daddy is full of shit. Jessica has decided she is now a cougar and wants to hunt for fresh prey."

"What about the husbands? Don't tell me they just sat and watched. You said they were absolute Republicans. Those kinds deny everything, even if they're caught in bed naked with another man."

"No, the two hubbies are brothers and work on some microwave installation that went wrong. They put in sixty to eighty hours a week and leave the home fires untended. This evening, I fanned the flames."

Lorraine snorted at her son's self-satisfied smirk. "Spare me the details, oh son of Brad Pitt. That would be too much information."

She gave Grady her version of the Mona Lisa smile and told him, "Before you ask, I met a nice gentleman from Utah. He is a student at Brigham Young University and came to Denver to study for his finals. His tutor left early and he wanted to try a beer before he went home. We enjoyed a few drinks and some quiet time together."

"Well, in that case, let me shower and get in bed, Mom. I'm bushed." Grady grabbed his underwear from the pile on the floor and headed to the shower.

Lorraine laughed, "Yeah, you got to look out for those bushes. Some bushes are more strenuous than others. Two at once ... go get cleaned up."

The next morning, Lorraine had just gotten dressed and Grady had put on his jeans and boots. The western cut shirt he put on fit like a second skin. "I'll go across the hall and see if the ladies are ready for breakfast yet."

"Across the hall?" Lorraine laughed, "You certainly didn't spend much time looking."

Someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Grady yelled.

"We're not too early, are we?" Jessica asked as she opened the door. Shirley came in behind her and stood apart in embarrassed silence.

"You could never be too early," Grady said and kissed Jessica hard on the lips. Her mouth flew open and their tongues met.

After a moment, Grady stepped back and reached for Shirley. She tried to ease herself away from him. Grady came closer and grabbed her in a bear hug. "Hey, don't be shy." He gave her a gentle kiss. "You're a very sweet woman. Thank you for last night." He held her close until she relaxed and hugged him back.

"I presume these are the two ladies who debauched you and led you astray, my impressionable son?" Lorraine had an evil grin on her face.

"Mom, cool it. These two ladies have just had a big learning experience and they don't need your attempts at cleverness.

Lorraine saw Shirley's lower lip begin to quiver. "Oh hell, you have to be the preacher's daughter. Grady told me you were still trying to come to terms with yourself and your desires. Please forgive me."

She hugged Shirley and got a kiss in return. Lorraine had been curious but had never followed through until then. She returned the kiss and whispered, "I smell pussy on your lips. Come into the bathroom with me." Shirley followed in silence.

"What the hell?" Grady exclaimed.

"Is your mom bi?" Jessica asked.

"Well, not so far." Grady stared wide eyed at the bathroom door.

"Shirley damned well is. We had fooled around a little when we were teens. However, until last evening, nothing ever happened since then. Well, that is until you opened the floodgates with your tongue in the shower."

She thought of what she had just said and tried to explain, "I meant you two were in the shower and your tongue was in Shirley.

"After you left, she was all over me. Not that I fought her off or anything. It opened something in me too. I guess we both have a lot to think about."

Lorraine led a blushing Shirley out of the bathroom. "Here, take this." She handed a breath mint to Jessica.

"Let's go eat, I'm hungry." Grady led the way to the small cafe across the street from the hotel.

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