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Chapter 5: Marc’s Main Event
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: Marc’s Main Event - A contemporary suburban family in an imagined city in an imagined country in North America. It's an environment created by a divergent alternative timeline. Inside the home are parents Sally and Gene of twin teens Lisa and Marc, who are struggling with their high school social lives and a shocking discovery by Sally. Is a sexual solution the right choice?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Alternate History Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex First Flatulence Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Size Illustrated
SALLY
We might have overdone our preparation for Marc’s date with Monica, I mean, Moni. Of course, we demanded a full accounting of the evening as soon as he returned. He said that they started out being very tentative with each other. He could see that Moni was becoming frustrated with him.
“I tried being more wishy-washy and holding back, but that was the wrong thing to do. She looked me in the eye and said, ‘You’re like a washing machine stuck on Delicate, Marc.’ That comment turned me around completely.”
“Ooh, I like this girl already,” I remarked.
“I should have known Moni wouldn’t be as good a ballplayer as she is without being able to assert herself. I liked that! Then, she surprised me again. We got to talking about choosing a movie, and I pulled out the list we made in advance with showtimes. You had all soft choices; you called them ‘rom-coms,’ and even some animated kid films. But you know what she picked? ‘Falcon Strike’!”
Lisa asked, “What is that? What’s it about?”
Marc explained, “I’m sure you know that Fredonia has always preferred women as pilots. Like most of the western US states, Fredonian women had the vote by 1900 and when aircraft became a big thing in the following years, our Air Corps preferred women because they were much lighter: fewer pilot pounds meant more bullets on board. So, after the Japanese surprise attack at San Diego, the elite Fredonia Falcons took to the air and attacked their fleet before they could get out of range of our west coast bases.
“In the theater, when Captain Sanchez and Sergeant Culpepper sank the Japanese aircraft carrier, everyone was cheering and bouncing around in their seats, including Moni. That’s when she kissed me.”
“In the movie, what happened after that?” asked Lisa.
“I have no idea. I guess Fredonia won. My eyes were closed, and my lips were busy.”
“That’s my boy,” Gene pronounced, pridefully.
I scolded my husband. “You never took me to a war movie, dummy.”
“You’re saying...”
“Nothing I will admit to in range of our children’s delicate ears, Gene.”
Lisa snorted. Brat.
“Are you two going to go out again?” I asked.
“Moni told me that if I didn’t, she knew where I showered and changed my clothes, and she’d go in there after me. I believed her, so the answer is yes.”
“Is there anything else you want to say?”
“My sister, my hero. Thank you, Lisa. I’m doing dishes for you this month.”
Lisa was NOT impressed.
“It’s the 28th!” she growled.
“I mean NEXT month. I promise.”
I should have realized it then from the look on my son’s face: Marc’s first date with Moni thrilled him. He washed dishes with lightning speed. The three of us all enjoyed seeing him just radiating happiness after the next three dates.
Then I was stunned to get a call from Moni herself.
“Hello, it’s Moni Seguín, um...”
“Of course, Moni, my son raves about you. What can I do for you?”
“I’d like to talk to you. Can I buy you a coffee? Could we meet for lunch?”
We met for lunch the next day; she asked that we sit outside together on the patio—away from the other customers. We exchanged in some light conversation while waiting for our lunches to arrive.
“You’re just as beautiful as Marc describes you. Moni, like I said, what can I do for you?”
“Oh, uh, this is difficult. I had a whole speech worked out, and it’s flown out of my head. Sally, oh, can I call you Sally?”
“Please.”
“Sally, I have very intense feelings for your son. I want to go to the next level.”
I checked our privacy, looking to our left and our right. In a conspiratorial voice, I said, “Do you mean S – E – X?”
“Uh–huh.”
I lost control and burst into gales of laughter. “Ha! Your face, ha! You’re on birth control?”
Moni nodded her head, still looking both embarrassed and mystified.
“Young lady, I’m a modern Fredonian mother. I don’t pretend that you are any less horny than my group was at this age. I don’t demand chastity like those Mormons up in Phoenix. Wait. What? Moni, you’re upset; I don’t understand.”
Now SHE was checking left and right. “Sally, I’m a virgin. He’s going to be disappointed.”
I couldn’t suppress a snort. “Sweetie, my son has the same worries, I promise you. I’m fairly sure, if you’ll pardon the expression, you will both be feeling your way.”
“Your husband is also...”
“Yeah. Gene and I are on the same page. Actually, he and I have discussed something else. If YOUR parents are agreeable, you can spend the night in Marc’s bedroom. Wait. Moni, are you alright?”
“I, I, are you sure?”
“We don’t think your first times should happen out in the desert. You should NOT be out in the back of a car or on the ground with the scorpions, rattlesnakes, and cactus plants.”
“Sally, I think you have to explain this to Marc. He won’t believe it if I tell him. While you do that, I’ll work on my parents. They might want to have a phone call with you first.”
“Sure, I don’t mind. Now, Moni, I want to talk about Lisa. I know you remember how she helped get you and Marc together, right?”
“Absolutely. I’m really grateful to Lisa.”
“My daughter could use some of the same kind of help. I want you and Marc to put your heads together, not just your groins (cough).”
She giggled and promised to work with Marc on a “guys for Lisa” project.
Not long after, I had a brief conversation with the Seguíns, who easily consented to the plan. They’d met Marc and told me they had a good impression of him.
MARC
When Mom and Dad told me about the overnight with Moni plan, I just about hyperventilated. I couldn’t believe how they were willing to have us alone together, and I was so excited I almost forgot to be nervous about it.
I opened the front door and saw Moni standing with a little bag. That’s when the butterflies in my stomach turned into a squadron of fighter jets. Moni’s broad smile began to falter.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m remembering all the reasons I’m going to screw this up.”
“Marc, if you’re screwing, then that’s just exactly what I WANT you to do. Can I come in?”
“Oh, sorry! I’ll take your bag. What did you bring?”
She just looked at me, then stepped inside past my inert body. I wasn’t making a good impression, I realized; and she had just arrived! I stepped forward while shaking my head and swung the door closed.
Suddenly, my butt was being pinched.
“Why are you facing the door instead of my face? I thought you liked my face.”
Worse and worse! I was starting to think tonight would be filled with one fuck-up after another. But Moni didn’t wait for me; she grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and kissed me hard. Suddenly, all of my worries were gone. I was in Moni’s arms and nothing else mattered.
When we broke apart, I remembered my manners.
“Would you like a drink?” She shook her head. “Something to eat?”
“Not out here,; let’s go in the bedroom.”
That was weird. Did she mean...? I picked up her bag and followed her into the hallway.
“Which way?” Moni asked.
Lisa was standing in her doorway.
“Hey, Moni, you’re here for our slumber party? You can come in here and put on your pajamas, and we’ll watch TV and gossip. Then we can practice kissing.”
“Lisa, let’s practice kissing first.”
They embraced and kissed intensely, while Lisa’s hand came up and began fondling Moni’s boob.