Bob Prick Van Winkle: Family Date Time
Copyright© 2021 by Pete Fox
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A new story line, with the author Lubrican permission, in the epic Prick Van Winkle twisted fairytale storyverse. Detective Zack, husband to Val, discovers some of the Van Winkle family incestuous secrets. He asks Bob to take care of his new wife Val's needs when he goes off to war but with a few conditions of his own.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale Historical Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Grand Parent Spanking Group Sex Swinging Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Illustrated
In the present, all three shared a laugh, each probably thinking about how Fran suddenly found herself in the middle of Val and Zack’s date with him and Martha.
Bob moved on from massaging Val’s taut, heavy breasts, letting his oil-slicked hands slide down her long, shapely legs to her feet. She’d shooed him away, her sensitive, peak-hard nipples overstimulated by his touch.
He sat at the end of the bed with one of Val’s feet in his lap, working his thumbs into her sore arches. Meanwhile, Fran leaned in to take over; her hands were softer, gentler as she soothed Val’s aching breasts and traced the glistening curve of her round belly. Val sighed into the pillows, her voice soft and thick with relief. “Wonderful.”
“Fran, so do you still feel lucky?” Bob said, pretty sure he’d heard a version of the answer before.
“Yeah, deciding to go to Martha’s when all the police cars blocked the road home was a heaven-sent inspiration. It was like the car drove itself there as I looked for a way around the roadblock. That and deciding I needed mint-chip ice cream for my lonely movie night.”
“Well, Fran, I have no regrets. How about you, Val?” Bob said as he ran a thumb along the bottom of her foot.
“Ouch, sharing Bob with you has had its benefits,” Val smiled, eyes still closed, “I learned a couple of things about my husband that night.”
“Like what?” said Fran.
“Well, I’ll tell he loves a good titty fuck, and Zack is dedicated to his job. Leaving us three women, in Uncle Bob’s care, to go to work in the middle of the night takes a lot of dedication,” she laughed at the memory.
Bob waited with Val while Martha and Zack, both seemingly uncaring about their nakedness in front of Fran, went to the startled teen. Fran told them to watch out as she had broken a glass by the kitchen door when she came in.
Soon Bob found himself in the living room with Martha, Val, and Fran. Martha, who, with a level voice, was interrogating Fran as Zack went back upstairs. Bob saw Fran’s eyes follow Zack up the stairs, stumbling over her explanation as she took in the sight of the handsome naked man and his cock.
Fran tried to ask why they were all there and naked. Instead, Martha pushed for answers to her own questions from the teen, when suddenly the police helicopters and their night sun drew much closer to the house.
Being naked, she had nowhere to put her shiny revolver, so she continued to grip it in her hand at her side.
“As I was trying to tell you. I was home alone. Mom had gone to Harbin for a weekend yoga retreat at that hippie nudist place. I was watching a movie, Charlie’s Angels, and got hungry, so I decided to pop over to the Chevron station for ice cream. I just had to cross over the highway, a five-minute drive. On my way back, I was coming up the road when I heard all these police sirens and saw the flashing lights ahead of me. I thought I heard some gunshots too, so I turned down the first street away from it all. Next thing I know, I was here. I saw the light on in the living room.”
As Fran told the story, Bob noticed the helicopter was just a street away when suddenly a police car, its siren wailing, blue/red lights flashing, went past the front of the house, its engine revving as it made a quick turn.
Bob missed part of what Fran said, catching up when she said she had the hide-a-key in hand.
“ ... I opened the back door, trying to be quiet, planning to just crash on the couch until morning, and you came down for breakfast. But someone left a wine glass on the edge of the table, and I hit it, and it fell off, breaking when it hit the floor. When it shattered, I dropped my carton of mint-chip on the floor. With the broken glass, I figured I should just tell you it was me making all the noise and went to the stairs after putting my ice cream in the freezer. Then a naked Zack was yelling at me to get my hands up. So why are you all nude, and Val and Zack here anyway?” Fran got that question in before Martha could say anything.
“Bob, have everyone come upstairs. It will be safer.” Zack suddenly yelled down. “And make sure the back door is locked.”
With that, Martha did not answer Fran and led them all up to the bedroom, Fran right behind Martha. Bob slipped into his tennis shoes and checked the back door, locking the handle and throwing the deadbolt.
In the bedroom, Zack was on his flip phone, talking while looking out the window. He had set his pistol down on the dresser, still naked as the day he was born. Though seeing Fran, he started to reach for his pants. Bob moved to the window where he could see flashing blue and red emergency lights and the spotlight shining down from the night sky, not too far away. He could also hear Zack talking quietly.
Val, more alert now, crossed her arms over her bare breasts, watching Fran as she scanned the bedroom, seeing what she was seeing. The clothes on the floor and chair, the rumpled bed and pillows. Candles, wine glasses, and the low music of the radio. Fran was not a stupid girl. But she kept her mouth shut. Martha put her revolver on the bedside table and was looking for a robe in her closet, which she eventually pulled on.
Bob was listening, fifty years asleep; he learned to listen. Zack was talking to someone, a police Lieutenant ... he was saying he was doing movie night at his in-laws with his wife and saw the message on his phone to call ASAP. Yes, he was aware of an incident in Circleton, which was where he was right now.
Bob tried to follow as Zack dropped into police shorthand. He heard US Marshals ... something about a most wanted ... officer involved shooting at a big mall parking lot ... He lost the rest of it, deciding to let Zack explain when he got off the phone. He went back to the girls. Without thinking, Bob put an arm around Val’s slender waist, then saw Fran’s bug-eyed, jealous look.
Fran moved next to Bob, taking Val’s other foot in her hands. They sat shoulder to shoulder, looking at the elegant length of Val—her long, slender legs, her growing belly, and swollen breasts. Val had a relaxed smile on her face as her breathing deepened in response to his and Fran’s bodywork.
Bob didn’t often reflect on life too much, but sitting here with two beautiful, dark-haired women who wanted nothing more than to sleep with him as often as they could, life was pretty good. Still, he realized he’d never asked Fran what she was thinking back at Martha’s, when she first saw them all standing there naked a few months ago.
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