Club DTF
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 31
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 31 - Austin is moving in with his Grandma Montgomery, who he doesn’t know and isn’t sure if she wants him. But he has no choice since his dad has remarried, and his mom is wrapped up in a new love and doesn’t want him to live with her. The only thing that gives him hope is that his grandmother has agreed to allow him to bring his horse and bought him a puppy. The one bright spot is that Austin meets a group of teens who start a group called Club DTF.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Incest Mother Sister Group Sex Slow
On the way home after his last class, Austin ran into his dad on Trigger. They fell in together and leisurely rode to his grandmother’s house.
“I needed my horse fix,” Clay said.
Austin understood. He and his dad rarely skipped riding, doing it at least once every few days.
“I know what you mean. Did you talk to that lady about breeding Red?” Austin asked.
A woman had come to the microbrewery and spotted Red in the pasture. She wanted to crossbreed a Friesian with one of her horses. She did dressage, a French term for a competitive riding sport in which highly trained horses make smooth and precise movements in response to barely perceptible cues from their riders.
A horse like Red had a smooth gait, which made him ideal for what the woman wanted: to breed him with a smaller horse. Red would provide an even disposition and a beautiful gait that would impress the judges.
“I contacted a vet, and he’ll be out tomorrow to gather the necessary stuff, so you’ll have to leave Red home tomorrow,” Clay said. “The vet said he might have other people who’ll want to make you an offer for Red being a papa. The vet will freeze his semen so it can be shipped.”
Austin was glad his dad was springing for a vet. He didn’t want to have to help collect Red’s sperm. Jacking off a horse was something typically forced upon the ranch hand lowest on the totem pole. Besides being gross, it could be dangerous if a stallion got over-excited and clocked someone.
The frozen variety would run between $500 and $2000 per dose. The fresh stuff started at $1,200 and went up from there. It could be a lot more for rare horses, like a chestnut Friesian with its papers—which described Red to a T.
Famous horses could earn upwards of a million dollars for a gallon of frozen stuff, which was how racing ranches made a lot of their money. Considering that a horse’s average lifespan ranged from 25 to 30 years, that was a serious moneymaker, and why their owners put them out to stud.
His dad knew the value, so Austin trusted him to set a fair price. He expected the local lady would buy the fresh stuff, and the vet would hold the frozen sperm for him and his dad.
“I’ll leave all that to you.”
“We’ll be leaving Wednesday, so I hoped we could go to dinner tonight, just you, me, and your mom,” Clay said.
“I’d planned to spend some time with the actors I’m teaching to ride, but I’ll tell them I’m busy with a family dinner.”
On the way to the restaurant, Austin’s mom shared that Charlie had taken her there for lunch. He found it to be a useful place to mingle with his clients from the administration and Capitol Hill. The Dupont Circle location had won an excellence award every year since 1997.
Marie said Charlie had ordered them the prime double-cut New York strip sliced table-side. Her boys liked steak, and she thought they would love the place.
Marie played tour guide as she drove them around the Dupont Circle neighborhood. Austin found himself gawking out his window at the townhouses and high-rises. She took them down Embassy Row and ended up at the iconic circle with an impressive fountain in the center before going to the restaurant.
Before they got out, Clay asked, “Is this a safe neighborhood?”
“We shouldn’t have any problems,” Marie said.
“Then I’ll leave my gun in the car.”
The look on his mom’s face was priceless. Back in Montana, Austin had worn two guns almost everywhere, but that was more for the wolves and bears. When he went to school for his placement tests, he’d been called out for having them. His dad had put them in the gun safe, and he wasn’t allowed to have them off the ranch.
“How did you get that onto the plane?” Austin asked to see his mom and dad’s reactions.
“They have to be unloaded and in a locked, hard-sided case. You declare you have them, and they store them in the cargo hold with the rest of the checked baggage.”
Austin filed that away for future reference.
Once seated, his mom said, “Get what you want, and don’t look at the prices. I’ll write this off as a business meeting since we’re here to discuss someone.”
Both his parents looked at Austin, making it clear who that someone was. Since they apparently planned to abuse him, Austin took his mom’s words to heart and picked out dishes he’d never tried before. For an appetizer, he ordered the seafood platter, which included oysters, shrimp cocktail, tuna, and a seafood salad. It was big enough for all three of them.
For his entrée, Austin chose the Wagyu New York Strip. His mom told him he would love it because it was supposed to be the most tender steak imaginable. His dad selected the big rib eye, while his mom ordered the gnocchi in a spicy lobster sauce.
The server explained that the meals didn’t come with sides; they had to be ordered separately and were served family-style. Austin looked for something ordinary and picked the green beans with pancetta. His mom chose the black truffle risotto, and his dad ordered creamed spinach.
Austin wasn’t a fan of spinach and had no idea what a black truffle was, but the rule was that he was required to try everything before complaining. He took tiny spoonfuls of each to start. Then, after Austin tasted each, he returned for more. Austin was glad he tried his dad’s selection because he would never have guessed spinach could taste so good.
Austin had no idea what to get for dessert, so his mom ordered him crème brûlée.
His parents ordered coffee, and Austin was about to drift off into a food coma when the inquisition began.
“Do you remember why you were sent off to your grandmother’s?” Clay asked, kicking off the festivities.
“You married Iris and then let Ruby take my room. It was either that or sleep in one of the stalls,” Austin said.
Welp, that was the wrong approach. From that point, the conversation turned to shit.
That didn’t stop Austin from doing the pot-kettle bit and pointing out how his parents didn’t have a leg to stand on. He learned that two wrongs didn’t make a right, and he was still under their rules—which they explained clearly.
From what Austin heard, he wasn’t to get caught in a compromising position again. If he did, he’d be sent to an all-boys school in the fall. His mother handed Austin a military academy brochure for his perusal to show they were serious.
’Candidates who do not plan to attend a school of higher education or who cannot function within an environment of high standards and an honor code need not apply.’
Austin pointed at that little nugget in an attempt to get a reprieve.
“If you end up going there and get kicked out, I’ll let my mom pick you up and tell her you’re living with her,” Marie said.
“No need to make threats,” Austin said.
His dad had to fight to stop laughing because Grandma Montgomery had never liked him. If he’d been in Austin’s place, Clay would’ve done just about anything to keep that from happening. Austin’s parents didn’t realize he had his grandmother wrapped around his little finger. She enjoyed having her grandson living with her because, she said, “Life is interesting with you around.”
Thankfully, by the time they got back to the car, the ‘scare Austin straight’ phase of the evening had ended.
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