Boot Scootin at the Texas Two Step Saloon
Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Father, Daughter, Group Sex, Swinging, White Couple, Double Penetration, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Petting, Sex Toys, Squirting,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Pete Santori is in Texas installing a new computer system for a large client. The project is running behind schedule and Pete has been away from home for a month. Feeling a desperate need to hook up with a woman he goes to a country western bar on Thursday night the Texas Two Step. He meets two women, Dottie McCord and her daughter Silk. He goes home with Dottie for a night of hot sex that becomes an exciting weekend.

From the day he had come to town he had been driving past the Texas Two Step cafe on the way to work. Men at the hotel bar had told him that it was “the place to meet women if you’re so inclined.” They told him that on Thursday nights the “Two Step” was the town “meat market” where single women tried to line up a weekend squeeze and a place where a number of married “ladies” were shopping for a little recreational sex. Having had neither the inclination nor time to check it out he usually fell into his bed well past midnight every night.

The four weeks he had spent in Rio Branca were supposed to have been only two. His team had done their job of directing the installation of a three branch test of the new CPU22 data system but the client had been negligent in carrying out their responsibilities. Now, frustrated to the max he was looking another another weekend away from home which was putting considerable stress on his marriage. Having just talked on the phone with his wife he was pissed off at her pouting attitude and her comment that maybe she should be looking for a man who cared more about her. Fuck it he thought I’m tired of going to sleep with my five fingered friend, it’s Thursday night and I’m going to check out the Texas Two Step. Having never cheated on his wife before he was not sure how to be optimistic but he had to check it out and see.

He’d just called room service for dinner and was stepping out of his pants on the way to the shower, his dick already plumping with the excitement of a possible hook up. Savoring the massaging effect of the hot water that pelted his back he lathered his erection and imagined that his fist was a silky vagina. “Hello, my name is Pete Santori,” he said rehearsing his approach with different inflections. He women with ideal forms he swayed to the rhythm of his moving grip of his movements and the tingling presence of the faux pussy he imagined women of various forms with sparkling eyes and sensuous mouths that would be kissing his lips and sucking his cock. When he came his knees turned to Jell-O and his back fell against the shower wall. “God,” he babbled, “It’s been too long, I need sex so fucking badly.” After toweling dry he pulled his tight Levis over his bare ass and tucked in his starched, white dress shirt. Looking into the mirror he pretended to make eye contact with that mysterious, beautiful woman whose camel toe was so prominent in the crotch of her jeans—one in whom his tingling organ might find solace before the night was over.


As he walked into the Texas Two Step there was a crowd, probably two thirds already paired up. But he could see laughing women hanging together and hoped that one of them might be for him. The large, rectangular dance floor was crowded with “boot scooters “stepping to a variety of Country Western tunes. Men in Levis, boots and cowboy hats with women in their tight jeans and checkered shirts were gliding around the large floor while knots of others watched behind a velvet rope. Sitting down on the last empty stool at the bar Pete ordered a Shiner Beer. The first sip was like a bracer. As he nursed the Shiner he felt the alcohol sliding down his throat and already providing lightness in his brain.

Through the noise of the music and many voices talking he picked up the sound of a woman’s sultry laugh. Taking another sip from the half empty Shiner he looked into the mirror to see if he could pinpoint the source. Two women had just come through the door. Both were dressed in cowboy chic. The younger woman, with long blonde Barbie doll hair, was about the same height as Pete’s wife Lydia —about 5’4”. She had the face of an angel. Her companion, maybe an inch or so shorter, was older. Her auburn hair was shorter than the younger woman’s. It was done in a flip, like the hairdo popularized by Dorothy Hamill, the Olympic ice skating champion of the seventies. The younger one’s shirt was pushed out by her nicely formed breasts, open to the second button which showcased her gorgeous rack and the outline of her nipples which plumped out the thin aqua fabric of her shirt. Looking from the bumps of her nipples to the seam of her tight jeans he made out the camel toe that his eyes always searched for. As if someone had flipped a switch Pete’s dick pushed against the rough denim fabric of his Levis.

Barbie doll turned to face the woman next to her. She resembled the older woman, was maybe her younger sister. As she turned her back to him Pete’s eyes captured the girl’s elegant hour glass figure and her tight, pear shaped ass. I wonder if Levi Strauss ever thought his jeans would look that good on any human being.

His eyes never left the mirror. Ordering another Shiner he nibbled the complimentary goldfish and pretzels. Eying Barbie’s ass he wondered what it would look like out of the package. Taking a swig of his beer he thought, who’s kidding who, their dates will be coming in soon. Maybe I should just go back to the hotel, beat my meat and call it a night.

Lost in thoughts of self-sacrifice the sounds of female laughter tickled his ears. Checking the mirror he could see that the laughter was coming from Barbie and her sister. If they weren’t looking at him they were certainly looking in his direction. I wonder what they think is so funny about me? Jesus, I should get the hell out of here. What am I trying to prove anyway? I’m not going to make a move on her. And she’s certainly not going to pick ME up. They kept talking, laughing and looking in his direction. He was getting annoyed.

The older woman whispered something in the younger one’s ear. Without smiling Barbie nodded her head. As if in a trance she kept staring directly at Pete. He wondered why. The older woman was caressing Barbie neck just below her ear. Suddenly the younger girl crunched here shoulders, closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her face flushed and her nostrils flared wildly. Just then her sister patted her on the back, said something that looked like, “Ooh, that must have been a good one,” and laughed.

Did I imagine it or is my mind just playing games? He had heard of women who could get themselves off by squeezing their pussy lips together and compressing their clits against the hard seams of their jeans. His wife had said that she had done it herself a number of times. He wondered if it had actually happened with Barbie. God, they ARE both looking at me. The older one actually licked her lips and whispered something to Barbie. Both of them laughed.

Jesus, he thought, they’re TAUNTING me.

Taking another swig of his beer he looked full on at them in the mirror and winked, laughing in disparagement for feeding himself such silly bullshit. The wink brought broad smiles to the girls, faces. “What the hell,” he said as he gathered the courage to get off his stool. “Faint heart never won fair maiden.” Both women smiled as he approached, rolling their eyes at one another. “Evenin ladies,” he said.

“Howdy,” the older one said.

“You two look like you could be related.”

Barbie replied, “Kind of,” winking. They both giggled.

“Are you sisters?”

“Listen to this charmer,” the older one said in a sing-song voice. Batting her eyes she pooh-poohed him with her hand.

“Nope,” Barbie said “she’s my mom.”

“You’re kidding me,” Pete said. The older woman held her shoulders back showing generous breasts that pushed against the fabric of her shirt, her nipples prominently catching the shadows. No fucking way he thought then said, “You must have gotten married when you were fifteen.” She blushed again, looked at her daughter, grinned then looked expectantly back at Pete.

Holy Christ, he thought, they’ve gotta be pulling my chain. “I’m Pete.”

Obviously in charge the mother said, “My name’s Dotty, Pete, I’m Pleased to meet ya. This beauty beside me is my daughter Silk. Ain’t she darlin?”

Pete nodded his approval of the younger woman and said, “She’s the image of her mother.”

Dotty blushed and said, “Oh, you charmin man,” flicking Pete’s shoulder with the backs of her fingers.

With her tongue in her cheek her daughter smiled, obviously proud of how young and pretty her mother looked. “Silk,” Pete murmured in recognition. “Such a soft name,” where am I getting this bullshit? Though having never been a player the lines seemed to be coming quite easily. The women were making it easy for him.

“Silk, honey,” Dotty said in a husky voice, “this man really knows how to talk with women.” Silk didn’t say anything, just smiled, her big blue eyes looking like cornflowers.

“What brings you pretty ladies to the Texas Two-step on a Thursday night?”

Dotty smirked, made a growling sound and said, “We’re just a pussycat and her kitten Mr. Pete, out looking for a tomcat on the prowl te-he-he.” She fluttered her eyes.

He tried not acting surprised at what she said. The word pussy in pussycat drew his eyes to Silk’s which was prominently showing its puffy lips in the seam of her crotch. His gaze drifted to Dotty’s which, though formed in the fabric was puffier and not quite as well pronounced as her daughters.

“So Tomcat,” Dotty said with a wink completely aware of where his eyes were, “are these the kinds of pussies you’re a-prowlin for?”

Having glanced at their crotches out of the corner of his eye when they walked in the door Pete thought he was being cool. But Dotty’s comment embarrassed him, causing his cheeks to redden. He felt like a fool. But these girls are definitely looking for action. He looked around the bar to see if there might be another man available, someone to whom he could pawn one or the other off on. At this point he really didn’t care which. I just want to get laid.

Our tomcats left this mornin to go Elk huntin out in Wyoming. Those two naughty boys left us wimen here by our little ole selves.” She winked then flashed a smile to Silk, whose eyes glistened as her cheeks heightened in their pink glow.

Dotty’s wink reminded Pete that Texans weren’t able to express themselves without punctuating their words with a wink. He knew though that one of the other guys on his work team would probably jump at the chance to bed one of these gorgeous women. But he really didn’t want anybody in the company to know that he would be cheating on his wife, something he had never done. Shit though, this is the chance of a lifetime. Not really sure that Dotty was only jerking his chain he said, “You really shouldn’t tease a lonely man like me Dotty.”

“Dotty doesn’t tease Mr. Pete,” she said. “Our tomcats have upped and left us.” She smiled and batted her eyes. “Yes sir, they’ve left two PUSSYCATS—in heat no less—he-he-he.”

Clearing his throat he said, “When I saw you in the mirror laughing I thought there was something about me that were making fun of.”

“There is somethin about you honey,” Dotty said, “but we weren’t makin fun of ya.” Turning to her daughter she said, “Tell Mr. Pete what you said to me baby.”

“I told Mama that I thought you looked like Kurt Russell.”

“And what did your Mama say?” Dotty said.

“You said, ‘No baby. I think he looks like Michael Douglas, more rugged.” She smiled. “Kurt Russell, Michael Douglass? Both are sure pretty.’”

“And we laughed,” Dotty said, “hopin to attract your attention. How’d we do?” She winked and clucked out of the side of her mouth.

Puffing out his chest Pete said, “Thanks for the kind words Dotty.”

“Anyways, Mr. Pete,” Dotty said ignoring her thanks, “D’ ya dance? Or, d’ ya just stand around and watch like our tomcats do?

“Actually,” he answered, “My wife and I have been going to Arthur Murray for the last three years. I love to dance.”

“Let’s boot-scoot then,” Dotty said, taking his hand and leading him to the floor. About halfway around the floor Dotty said, “You’re a smooth dancer MISTER Pete. I betcha cain’t keep women from crawlin all over ya.”

From the time he had seen Dotty’s nipples punching out the fabric of her shirt Pete’s cock had remained rock hard. While Dotty and Pete were slow dancing she pushed her crotch against him and said, “Hmm Mr. Pete, feels like ya might be on your way to batting practice.”

These women are UNREAL. He knew what she meant about batting practice, his pecker was like a swollen blackjack but he wanted to hear it from her lips. With each step it bounced against his pant leg—he was going commando (no underwear)—the rough denim fabric abrading his tender glans, raking against his rough pant leg with each step.

Dotty laughed and said, “Men aren’t the only ones who look at the crotches of the opposite sex Hun. When I saw you walking over to us I noticed how old Homer there was bulgin in your pants. I was thinking gol-lee; that rough fabric must be like sandpaper to that man’s tender head, a head I don’t hesitate to add; that shows up as prominently as my baby’s li’l clam does in her jeans he-he-he.”

Christ, I’ve never met a woman like this.

They had just passed Silk who was standing on the outside of the railing talking with a rugged looking older man. He looked to be in his early seventies. Dotty said, “My baby just cain’t keep men, young or old from sniffin around her Pete. She’s sumpthin ain’t she? It doesn’t seem to make a difference whether they’re boys or old men; it’s always the same.”

Looking into Dotty’s eyes he smiled and just for the hell of it, winked Texas style. Dotty giggled and winked back. On the next pass she grabbed Silk’s hand and the three of them along with the older man danced in a line dance called “the Electric Slide.”

Convinced that there was no mistake in what Dotty wanted Pete stopped in the middle of the floor and said, “Look, we can go over to my hotel and have a drink or two. I know I can get one of the guys from my company to uh... be with Silk.” He didn’t want to offend her by taking Silk over her and, actually thought it might be more comfortable for him to make love to a more experienced woman.

“Well,” Dotty said with a wry smile, “I don’t think that’ll work sweetie. My baby and me are just too well known in this town. It wouldn’t be good to be seen in your hotel by someone who might tell our preacher. We’ll go out to my house—you and me—where we can be ourselves in a REAL private setting. I’d like to get to know ya on my own, kinda ‘up close and personal,’ like they say in the Olympics on TV.”

He didn’t understand how dancing cunt-to-cock at the Texas Two Step was any different from going to his hotel. How is that ‘someone’ will not tell her preacher about THAT?

It was like she was reading his mind. “First of all Mr. Pete; lots of people dance here. That doesn’t mean they’re gonna wallow in the bedstead together. If we were on an elevator in the hotel though and someone saw us, particularly when our hubbies are gone for the duration; that would certainly get around town purty quick. And thirdly, I came to town specifically to see if I could find a handsome man just like you to cuddle up with tonight (she grinned and winked), ole kitty tends to wander when her tomcat’s gone.”

Glancing over at Silk who was talking to the older gent Pete fixed Dotty’s eyes with a serious gaze. Trying to emulate John Wayne he said, “And what about Silk.”

“See that old man she’s talkin with Pete?” He nodded. “Clay Burnett used to be Silk’s Biology teacher in high school. He took a real shine to my baby girl, which I didn’t know about at the time, and started teaching her Biology in a very personal way. Silk liked what he was teaching so much that he has been tutoring her off and on ever since. She says the old man never seems to get old in THAT regard. Actually Pete she came with me tonight to get together with her old teacher and do some deep learnin (her smile was mischievous). I’m the one who’s lookin—at least for tonight.” She pinched Pete’s cheek and shook it then slapped it in fun.

“Interesting little town you’ve got here Dotty.”

“Don’t get on your high horse Mr. Pete; this town’s no different than yours. We’re just more honest about it.”

“What about your preacher?”

“Brother Breedlove is here to save our souls. He knows we’re all sinners. So is he, judging by the way he spends so much time over to the widow Cartright’s house. So if he is so anxious to save me from my sins I figure that I should sin seriously enough to make it a little more worth his while.” She winked and clucked.

“What about your neighbors? What if THEY see us?”

“Neighbors? You’re in TEXAS honey.” Tapping the side of her temple with her finger she said, “Mama’s a pretty good thinker city boy. It’s dark. My house is VERY private. It’s at the end of a LONG driveway and there ain’t NO streetlights. It’s takes a real effort to see the place from the road.” She tapped the side of head again, winked and clucked.

As she led him off the dance floor Pete covered his waggling cock but not well enough for Silk to miss the sight. Staring at his bulge she glossed her lips with her tongue and smiled. Dotty said, “Baby girl, Mr. Pete‘s goin over to the house with your mama.”

“We’ll Mama,” Silk said, “I’m gonna be studying some Biology with my old teacher.” She looked over at Clay and smiled. “I’ll find out in the mornin if Mr. Pete is a worthy Tomcat for kitty, kitty, kitty (said in a high voice like she was calling a cat to dinner).” She eyed Pete with a smile and said, “Take good care of my mama’s pussycat ok Mr. Pete?”

Impressed with the exquisite blonde girl’s obvious, if not prurient concern for her mother, Pete smiled and nodded thinking seems like there’s been some kind of psychological damage going on in this family. He eyed the beautiful young woman standing with the older man. Course there’s gotta be some reason for these women to need sex in such an obvious way.


Escorting Dotty to the passenger side of the green Ford Taurus rental car Pete opened the door. “Well what do ya know,” she said, “a real gentleman. That goes along way with me, sir.”

As he slid behind the wheel and closed the door Dotty’s perfume wafted his nostrils. “Nice scent,” he said as he put the key into the ignition.

She was looking expectantly at him. “Give Mama a kiss Pete,” sensually offering her lips.

As their lips merged and melted he thought she’s just about as sexy a kisser as I’ve ever been with. As Dotty’s hand caressed the back of his head her lips parted, inviting his tongue to explore the slickness under her tongue, its velvet top and the slickery ridges on the roof of her mouth. Their nostrils, like snorkels, sucked noisily then expelled their breaths. Startled by the sound of a horn Pete broke the kiss and saw Silk’s Black Lincoln Navigator idling in front of them.

“Better buckle up Mama,” she said through her open window, flashing her million dollar smile then slowly driving out of the parking lot. She turned right, gunned it and sped out of sight.

Dotty’s sassy eyes looked into his as she said, “I don’t think so, Hun,” sliding across the seat and snuggling next to him. As he started the car and put it in gear she snuggled closer putting her hand on his leg. Boldly testing the hardness of his penis between her finger and thumb she murmured, “You feel like quite a man there Mr. Pete.”

He chuckled and answered, “Just your ordinary horny traveler.”

Giggling she asked, “Mind if Mama takes a peek?”

With a nervous laugh he said, “Would it matter if I said that I did?”

“Nope,” she responded, her fingers fumbled with his zipper. Goose bumps peppered his forearms. “Feels heavenly,” she said, her fingers wrapping around his pulsing member. Working it out of his fly she flopped his swollen meat out of his pants. “Oh, baby,” she said in her husky voice, “You’re a man after this lady’s heart.” Stroking a couple times she added, “Not to mention her little pussycat he-he-he.”

Lowering her head Dotty’s eyes bored into the package she was holding in her hand. “This is quite a handful city boy.”

Having trouble keeping the car straight Pete thought Jesus Christ, I can’t BELIEVE this.

“Go to the light Hun and turn right,” she said as she casually stroked him. Obviously aware of a man’s love for his cock she praised its size and shape, said she loved the large blue vein on top. It was all he could do to keep the car on the road. “Turn left at the stop sign.” He complied and headed down a residential street where the houses were large and widely spaced. “It’s the next drive on the left.” He turned into a wide driveway of a massive, one story brick house that he couldn’t see all of until he got almost to the end of the driveway. It must have been one hundred fifty feet back from the road. “Stop in front of the garage door on the far left (there was a double garage door with a single one next to it). I have to open the door.” She got out, punched in the entry code and the garage door raised—the bay was empty. Dotty waved him in. He pulled inside and turned off the engine. The garage door came down behind him. His cock was still out but starting to hang down in an arc.

Dotty got back into the car and slid over to Pete. “I just want to relive an experience from my high school day’s darlin, to suck that thing of yours in the car.” Grasping his deflating organ she said, “Aw poor fellah, he seems to have lost his focus.” Stroking him back to full erection she promptly took his swollen phallus all the way to her soft palate, cooing and slurping all the way. Pulling off she kissed his sculptured head which was now leaking precum. “Mm honey you taste mighty sweet.” She took him back into her moist, warm mouth and bobbed in a steady rhythm, sighing, moaning and slurping.

Pete reached down, felt for the lever beside the seat and pulled up on it, lowering the back of the seat as far as it would go. As Dotty fellated him he bucked up on each up-stroke fucking her mouth. Jesus he thought when I went out looking I had no idea that I would be able to hook up THIS way ... and to have someone like Dotty sucking me, JESUS.

Surprised that he was able to last as long as he did (she had been sucking him for over five minutes, fondling his balls, holding his wet cock against her cheek and caressing it—telling him how beautiful it was—then sucking him some more). I guess jerking off in the shower took off the edge a bit. Lacing his fingers in Dotty’s hair he closed his eyes and let the dream continue. I never expected something like this.

It went on for a few minutes more before Dotty, bobbing on him faster, seemed anxious to finish him off. Her head moved like a jack hammer, her high pitched yelps being muted by Pete’s mouth-filling bulk. The hot breath from her nostrils washed his shaft as she pumped her head. Unable to hold out much longer his warning was urgent. “DOTTY!” He tried prying her head of his cock. “I think you better pull off if you don’t...

“Mm-mm,” she objected, increasing the speed at which she bobbed.

Deciding to give in Pete bucked up to her upstrokes, her gags now high pitched keenings which invited him to let go. “GOD Dotty,” he bellowed as his first explosion filled her mouth. With a sibilant, sucking in sss he pumped his second shot which bent her uvula on the way to the back of her throat. “SHIT,” he seethed as his clutching balls drove out another gouty rope. “OH FUCK,” he yelped as another as he had to clutch to add a more diminutive line to the white pool that formed on her spooned tongue. Through a series of spasms that emitted the remaining seed from his depleted sac Dotty kept bobbing and sucking. The pleasure in his glans grew morphed into painful pleasure which forced him to say in heaving breaths, “Jesus Dotty, I’ve got to stop, you’re KILLING me.”

Pulling her mouth off his wilting cock the sexy older woman slouched back in her seat and tipped back her head, gargling his cum and swallowing it in measured gulps. “Jesus Pete,” she said, “that was GREAT. I don’t know why I love taking a man’s seed in to my mouth and swallowing it. I just love this nasty stuff.” Smacking her lips and mming she said, “I thought you would hold back FOREVER, he-he-he I can’t remember having that much of a man’s seed in my mouth and stomach, YUM.”

Her eyes were closed when her body started to tremble. Pete thought she was having a seizure. Then he saw her hand between her legs, her fingers pressing on the seam of her Levis and grinding against her clit. Writhing like a captured snake then she belted out, “YEE HA,” yelping her orgasm like a cheerleader as her body tweaked into a longer series of spasms and mini-clutches.

As she slumped serenely against the door of the car she said, “Peter, Peter, Pumpkin eater, had a wife and couldn’t keep her he-he-he.” With her lipstick gone and her hair tousled Dotty gave him a rabbit-like scruntch of her nose and said, “I think Peter, Peter keeps his wife VERY well.” She winked. “And I think this is gonna be a wonderful Peter party for Dotty and her pussycat.” Moving closer she bent over and suckled his semen-slimed cock as if she was cleaning it. Patting it lovingly she put it back inside his Levis and struggled to get his zipper completely back up.

Getting out of the car Pete felt like he was in a surreal dream. There was a bright moon shining through the garage window and he could hear crickets chirping. Walking around to Dotty’s side of the car he opened her door and she said, “Thank ya kind sir.” With a devilish gleam in her eyes she murmured, “Come closer Pete and give me your hand.” Trying to control his heaving chest he complied. “What do ya say that you give this ole gal’s pussy a feel?” She giggled as she fumbled with the metal button on her jeans, opened it and pulled the zipper down. Pete reached inside her Levis feeling the smooth skin of her belly and the soft thatch beneath the fabric of her panties. Not only was the panel of Dotty’s panties saturated the wetness had wicked almost to their waistband. Pulling the panel aside he parted her labia, his fingers, like a spider’s legs wriggled in the mess of her slippery, warm goo. Her opening seemed to be inviting at least two fingers which felt like they were being sucked inside a sponge. With his fingers making slurpy noises as they fucked her she cooed, “Oh baby, you’ve got me so wet I think I could paint the bathroom wall with my pussy, te-he-he.”

Having never been with a woman who had gotten so wet he wondered if it was true that some women could squirt. “I’ve never been with a woman as wet as you Dotty.”

“I don’t know anything about that Mr. Pete. Maybe it’s just because I’m a TEXAS woman. Its OIL country down here ya know? And we’re all used to gushers he-he-he.” Every comment now seemed like a comical one-liner.

Feeling his cock twitch and start stretching he thought Christ it usually takes twenty minutes. But it was his first time with another woman on his wife since he had gotten married, an experience that was thrilling him beyond belief. Hoping to impress Dotty with his sexual prowess he wanted to get her off again. Moving his fingers faster inside her he found the nub of her clit with his thumb, pressing and circling until she froze, discharging a shot of juice on his hand as she cried out, “Yes Pete. Yes, Yes, YES.”

In the midst of another kiss she said,” My lips feel like they’re getting chapped Pete. Would you mind glossing them with your fingers?” God she’s kinky. His fingers made a slurping, squishy sound as he pulled them out of her pussy and spread her ejaculate over her lips. She sucked his finger inside her mouth nursed them like a hungry baby. “I LOVE it Pete,” she said, “this is so fucking KINKY.”

He cuddled with her until she came down from her climax. “Mr. Pete?” she said, “let’s go inside and get more comfortable. We can get to know each other a lot better that way.” Taking him by the hand she led him toward the door. As they walked into the kitchen she said, “I’ve got to go clean myself a little down there sweetie; I’m startin to feel a little sticky. Would you like somethin to drink, beer, wine or somethin hard?”

“Do you have Scotch?”

“Sure do darlin.” Opening a cupboard door she took down a bottle of Glenlivet. “Water, soda or on the rocks?”

“Rocks.” She filled a short glass with ice and poured a generous drink.

‘“Just enjoy your Scotch Mr. Pete.” She touched her puckered lips then touched his nose. “I’ll be a few minutes.”

About fifteen minutes later he watched Dotty walk through the door and thought for an older woman she’s one hot looking female. Then he chuckled inwardly. Older, she’s probably not even my age.

Noticing that Pete’s drink was barely half gone Dotty said, “You’ve been nursing that drink like you want it to last all night.” She chuckled and went on, “My hubby would have already belted down two of them.”

Maybe that’s her problem he thought. Maybe her husband gets shitfaced too often and can’t satisfy her. “I’ve already had enough to drink Dotty. I would hate to drink too much and have it affect my um ... performance.” He grinned and blushed.

“Tsk, I wish Lamar would think about that from time to time.” Seeing his face tinging red she said, “I haven’t seen a man blush like that for a long time darlin. That is so suh-weet; it makes me tingle all over.” She put her hand tenderly on his face and said, “So what have you been thinking about while I’ve been gone?”

He had been looking around the kitchen, into the dining room and the great room, impressed that Dotty’s husband must be worth a lot of money. “Three things Dotty: First I was wondering what you were doing to clean up (she smiled, raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes). And I wondered what you would be wearing when you came back.”

Her face was newly washed and he knew she would have cleaned herself between her legs. She was barefoot wearing a thin pink dressing gown with blue flowers. It came just below her knees. The portion of her legs that were showing were perfectly formed and looked like the legs of a young model. Her attractive, what looked like B cup, breasts showing through the thin fabric of her gown appeared to be perky. Her nipples, which were wider than pencil erasers, formed nicely against the fabric. With full make-up Dotty appeared glamorous but with no make-up she seemed desirable, even appearing vulnerable.

“Second,” he said, “I walked around in the dining room and great room and noticed what a big and impressive house you have. I guess your hubby is doing pretty well financially.”

“All that glitters isn’t gold sweetie,” she said with a cynical tone in her voice. Lamar was the star quarterback on our high school football team, I was the head cheerleader. We got married young. The money came from Daddy. He was in the wildcattin business and brought in close to three hundred oil wells. Lamar took over the business when Daddy passed. He’s not the man that Daddy was. The business has been going downhill ever since but we’ll never have to worry about money. What was the third thing?”

“I was wondering about your daughter and her biology teacher.”

She cocked her head and asked, “Do you mean that you were thinking about Silk, that you would rather be with her than me?” Hoping that he hadn’t hurt Dotty’s feelings he braced himself for a chilly reaction but she broke into a beaming smile and said, “She’s sumpthin else Pete, isn’t she? I fully understand. As a matter of fact it makes me proud that you feel that cuz most men think I’m really a good looking woman.”

Pete grinned and said, “Nice to know that you think so highly of yourself ... and you’re gorgeous. But in relation to Silk I’m more comfortable with a more mature woman. So you’re the answer to quite a few of my preferences: you’re gorgeous, experiences and you turn me on incredibly.” He moved close to her, draped his arms around her waist, pulled her middle against him and kissed her softly with his lips closed.

She laid her face in the hollow of his shoulder and pressed her body more tightly against him. “You’re a very nice man Pete, do you know that? Clay Burnett is good for Silk. I’m afraid she would have already sullied her reputation in town were it not for him. He’s like a father figure for her, one that Lamar never was or ever could be. He’s also a very gentle and caring lover. He’s not the only one in Silk’s but he’s the one who keeps her from going completely wild.”

Pete asked, “What about Grover?”

“My, but you are the inquisitive one Pete ... what did you say your last name is?”

“I never said Dotty but its Santori.”

“Hmm (she cupped his butt cheeks and pulled him tight, snuggling her head more comfortably to his chest) it goes together real nice ... Pete Santori. McCord’s our last name. Anyway, I was pregnant with Silk when Lamar and I got married. Daddy insisted that we do. He liked Lamar.”

“Grover (Silk’s husband) was Lamar’s nephew. His mama ran out on him and he ended up staying at our house—we raised him. He was a couple years older than Silk. I think he and Silk had been making it together since she was twelve or thirteen. Anyway they ended up getting married right out of high school. When Grover got involved in the business that turkey seemed to lose all interest in Silk and she started getting wild. That’s when Clay Burnett took her under his wing again. Lamar was never much of a daddy to Silk. So the combination of Clay being older and bein an attentive lover has worked out for her in both regards. She still gets a wild streak now and then and goes to play elsewhere. But Clay never gets in her way. Silk’s still pretty much his student and he’s always there to look after her.”

With a wry smile Dotty said, “Mr. Pete, I didn’t invite you out here to be a shrink for my dysfunctional family.” Hooking her arm in his she added, “This night’s not gonna to last forever. You and I have biology of our own to study.” As he walked down the long hallway with this delectable woman clinging to his arm he thought I can’t believe it, I went out hoping to get my horns clipped. Now here I am with a lady who seems to be trying to give me the ins and outs of Southern hospitality.


The only time Pete had been in a bed chamber as large as Dottie’s was when he went on a field trip in high school to the Vanderbilt mansion on the Hudson River just above West Point. On Dotty’s walls were several paintings spaced around the walls, all of nudes appearing to have been painted by well-known artists. At the end of the room was an oversized king sized bed. It sat on a raised platform that was seven inches off the floor. Around the bed on the platform was a rose marble railing. On the wall over the bed was a nude painting, almost the width of the bed. It was of a younger Dotty, her long auburn hair draped over her neck just covering her left breast and nipple. Her right breast was in its full glory, her reddish nipple (a little thicker than a pencil eraser) was centered in a delicious, oval shaped areola. Her face was resting on her prayerful hands. Her lower leg was flat on the white sheet she was lying on. Her other leg was cocked, the bottom on her foot elevating it. It was resting on the middle of her calf which was sufficient to clearly show the hairless lobes of her pussy, topped by her auburn bush cut in the shape of a heart. Her electric blue eyes seemed to be looking in the direction of the artist and her lips formed into a pouting moue.

“I’ve never seen a more suggestive nude painting,” Pete said with an accusing grin.

Standing side-by-side tightly against him just outside the rail Dotty had taken his right arm and draped it over her shoulder. Her left arm was around his waist, her hand flattened just above his unbelted Levis on his stomach. Her thumb was hooked in his waistband just behind the metal button. In her sexy, husky voice she said, “I didn’t want to have this portrait painted sweetie. Lamar made me do it.”

“But it looks like you were having fun.”

“Oh I was Mr. Pete, I made sure of that. That artist—Rene Renault—did things to me that I had never dreamed of before.” Her face was filled with awe as she rolled her eyes. “I guess it takes an artist that paints nudes to come up with an idea like tickling a woman’s clitty with those tiny artist’s brushes, WOOIE!” She pushed the hand that was hooked in Pete’s beltline past his pubic hair, grasping his erection. “Yours feels mighty plump to me sweetie, it’s nice to know that I’m exciting you this way.”

Turning her to face him Pete looked down and saw her hungry, blue eyes staring up at him; she looked like a little girl. “Have you always been so naughty Dotty?”

With a shrug she said, “Since before I started having period’s sweetie. I guess I’m just a little more highly sexed than most females, te-he. Silk is afflicted with the same curse.” Her almost childlike face pulled at his heartstrings as she looked up at him waiting to be kissed. As their lips melted together he parted her lips with his tongue and wrestled with hers. As her legs flexed like little girl needing to pee he pulled her close. Before she was tight against him though, she blindly fumbled with the metal button on his Levis. Her lips felt different than before: softer, more sensuous ... needier. When she grasped his now full erection she sighed deep inside his mouth, emitting a high whine that could have been saying, “God, I need this so BADLY.”

Under the same kind of sexual repression Pete remembered jerking off in the shower early in the evening, literally crying out, “God, I need sex so fucking BADLY.”

The kiss never stopped. As they writhed and wiggled, Dotty pushed Pete’s Levis down over his ass. He kicked off his Topsiders and struggled to pull his feet out of his pants. Dotty unbuttoned his shirt, nearly tearing off a couple of the buttons. Now naked (he had gone commando) he opened her gown and hugged her savagely, pushing his hardness through her legs where it slid just beneath her glistening trough, collecting goo on the top of his shaft. His naked chest flattened her B cup breasts as their hands clutched and clamped each other’s bare buttocks. When he leaned into her body Dotty didn’t try to stop her fall, sinking into the mattress that rose with the bounce. “God yes,” Dotty screamed, “Fuck me Pete, Fuck me, FUCK me.”

Easily penetrating her dripping twat Pete pumped his unbending sex inside her, fucking in a steady rhythm then hard through two of Dotty’s raging orgasms. Driving steadily inside her for five minutes he took a time out then fucked athletically for another four, resting again when his stomach muscles were on fire from the workout. Starting again his stamina lasted another three minutes when the breathless Dotty wrapped her legs around his waist and through gasping breaths said, “Oh my GOD Pete I’ve gotta stop for a minute.”

It had been like bedlam: slapping bellies, sloppy “futching” noises of Pete’s cock in Dotty’s drenched pussy, gasps and groans, curses and praises. He knew she had two orgasms during the first marathon but didn’t know how many more she might have had during the ensuing onslaughts. Releasing him from the vise of her encircling legs Dotty cried out, “Cum in my pussy baby, do it, Do it, DO IT.” She eased her legs giving him space to fuck with greater ease and, with three more belly-clapping slams triggered Pete’s eruption. It was as if his life shot out of his body in three fateful gushers, followed by five clutching spasms that totally drained his prostate, and spewed every drop of semen that his body could create.

The two breathless lovers writhed then lay spread-eagled on the mattress: “Gods,” “Christs,” and “holy Shits” echoing off the walls. It was five minutes before they were able to collect themselves. Pete thought he had died until, looking up, he realized that his out-of-body experience was just the reflection of the bed-sized mirror on the ceiling. He could see that Dotty had pulled the bed covers completely back when she had first gone back to the room. They were lying on what appeared to be a layering of beach towels. He had to hold himself back from amazed laughter as he thought geez she’s the wettest god damned woman I’ve ever known.

Snuggled her naked body next to Pete’s, Dotty slid one arm under him and squeezed as tight as she could. “Oh Pete, Pete, Pete, I’ve never been with a man who has ever done it like that before. Her eyes went up to the mirror and captured the image: a muscular, attractive, dark haired man, his tummy still palpitating but now in tiny ins and outs, his hairy muscular legs splayed open and the image of his deflated, wet cock still showing traces of white semen. She kissed his shoulder and stretched to kiss his neck, tracing her finger around one of his nipples then the other. In the mirror she saw his penis roll over then plump slowly back and forth until it was in an arc.

“I need a little more time baby,” he said as he expelled more air.

“How do you do it Pete Santori, do it for so long without cumming?” She smiled. “Ya know sweetie, the more I say your name the better like it.” She chuckled as she watched the reflection of her hand patting his penis, “I like your Peter too he-he. No, cancel that ... LOVE your Peter, Peter Santori.” Then throwing right her leg over Pete’s right leg, making it wet with her open clam she said, “you’ve got my little pussy tingling like sleigh bells.” Sliding her left leg under his right leg she captured it between the two of hers she inched her wet pussy in little motions, leaving more and more of her semen-laced wetness on his skin. “Just how do you stay hard for so long?”

“I’ve never quite done it like that before Dotty; I usually have a difficult time to keep from cumming too fast. I guess it helped that I jerked off before I went to the Two Step. Then you got me off in the car.” He looked up at the mirror. “Look at us,” he said. “I’ve never done it with a mirror on the ceiling before. God you’re beautiful.”

“Oh Pete.”

He pushed himself up on his elbow and looked down into Dotty’s face. “I can’t believe this is happening. I was so lonely and so horny then I met this beautiful and exciting woman. God Dotty, you’re one sensational fucking female. I’m sorry for talking that way but that’s how I feel.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said with a giggle, “I love the word. So how about this, you’ll say fuck and I’ll say fuck. And as you fuck me I’ll fuck you and we’ll both say ‘fuck’ together.”

Laughing, he kissed her soft and accepting lips. “You’re just a dirty little poet huh, huh, huh.”

“I don’t know about that Pete Santori. But I do know that old Homer is on the rise again. And as long as the subject keeps comin up I want to explore it to the fullest extent ... that’s deep inside me?” She gave him a pouty smile. “How do I love it? Let me count the ways: in my hands, in my mouth, in my wet, wet little pussy, in my ... oh goodness, maybe we don’t know each other well enough for THAT yet...”

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