Chapter 13

The next morning, Sofia woke Michelle and Angelica accidentally. While breakfast was being prepared, the teen girl had looked out the front windows and spotted Michelle’s car parked in the driveway.

“Oh my God! They’re here and nobody told me?” Sofia demanded. Her voice didn’t carry any whininess or sense of actual complaint, only excitement. Sofia thought her Auntie Michelle was the coolest person in the history of ever, so she’d been looking forward to her arrival.

“Shh,” Flora admonished the girl. “They had a long drive yesterday, and they’re still asleep, so be quiet, okay?”

“When did they get here?” Sofia wanted to know.

“Last night ... you were already asleep, sweetie,” Romi told her daughter.

“But why didn’t you wake me up?” Sofia whined.

Romi shot her daughter a quick, icy glare. “Your Abuela just told you – ‘Chelle and Angie were really tired after the long drive. If you’d been awake when they got here, you’d have tried to keep them up the rest of the night. Now ... be patient and come eat some breakfast.”

As they took their seats, they heard Michelle and Angelica descending the stairs. “Good morning, ladies!” Henry called to them. “There’s plenty of food, as always ... come join us.”

“Did Sofia wake you two?” Romi asked.

“Kinda of...,” Angie replied while offering a smirk to Sofia. “But I think the smell of bacon had us stirring a little before we heard her.” She made her way to Sofia and embraced her. After their hug was complete, Sofia wrapped her arms around Michelle and squeezed her tightly.

“You have presents under the tree,” Sofia reminded the two travelers. “And don’t wait too long, ‘cause you have to open them while the tree’s still standing ... it’s tradition. And you know Papa’s gonna take the tree down sometime today.”

“Yeah...,” Flora interjected. “The only reason he left it up a little longer this year is ‘cause you guys were coming. Every other year, he has kept a strict schedule when it comes to the tree; It can’t go up until the day after Thanksgiving, and it must come down on New Year’s Day.” She smirked at her husband.

“It’s the same tradition my dad followed when I was a kid,” Henry explained for the umpteenth time. “More importantly, if you leave a real tree up much longer than that, even keeping fresh water in the holder, it becomes a fire hazard.”

“Yes, Papa, we know,” Sofia said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “You’ve told us bazillion times before.”

“Well, we both appreciate you breaking tradition for us, Dad,” Michelle said, offering him a warm smile. “It’s nice to see a bit of the holiday finery before you take it all down.”

“Yeah,” Angelica added, “we’ve both just been working, so we didn’t decorate our place at all this year. So, it’s really nice to see a real tree, with all the lights and tinsel and everything. And I must say, having that blaze going in the fireplace is a real treat, since it’s so frickin’ cold outside.”

“Yeah, we don’t have a fireplace in our house down in Austin,” Michelle said, “not that it would be needed very often anyway.”

In the days since the Christmas snows across the Panhandle, most of the white powder had melted off or become dirty slush. As much as the whole family enjoyed the beauty of a snowfall, they had been pleased that severe winter weather had relented for a time, since it ensured safer travels for Michelle and Angelica.

But very early that morning, before sunrise, a blanket of new snow had fallen, almost as if scripted in a schmaltzy family movie. Almost 4 inches of dry powder covered the landscape, muting all outdoor sounds. Sweeping down from the Rockies, a large winter storm crept slowly across the area. Large flakes drifted lazily groundward, further painting a tranquil scene.

“According to the TV weatherman, it might snow most of the day and into tonight,” Henry informed everyone. “We might get over a foot of snow ... we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Romi, Michelle and Flora exchanged quick glances that told a story without the need for words. They were disappointed. The weather meant that there would be almost no chance that Sofia would go to Jorge’s that day. Since the weather would keep most folks inside, he wouldn’t open the restaurant. Also, he was terrified of driving in any kind of winter precipitation.

The subject had come up several times before, and Henry had tried to understand Jorge’s fear. “No, no, no, hermano. I’m not made for these things ... driving around when the road is icy or slippery ... not me. I mean, when’s the last time you saw a Mexican stuck by the side of the road while it was snowing?”

Henry paused to think about it and had to admit that he’d never witnessed such a thing.

“That’s right ... never. ‘Cause first off, we don’t trust it when the car don’t go where we tell it to go. And also, when the weather gets bad, there’s too many pinche gringos on the road. So, we stay home, where there’s tequila and good food,” He shot Henry a smile that indicated he was done discussing the subject.

Sure, Flora could get Henry to take Sofia over to Jorge’s himself. But the girl was so giddy about Michelle and Angie’s arrival that it seemed cruel to make her leave right away.

Romi, Michelle and Flora had been imagining all of this. Predicting it. Which is why they’d shared knowing glances of disappointment with each other. Finally, Romi smiled and rolled her eyes, silently indicating, “Oh well ... such is life ... I guess we’ll all just have to wait a little longer.” Flora and Michelle both noted this but didn’t outwardly react.

After Michelle and Angie opened their belated Christmas gifts, Henry corralled the whole clan and encouraged them to join him outside for some wintry fun. Though even the locals considered the Panhandle to be flat as a pancake, there were, in fact, some contours in the land. Here and there, sparsely scattered, there were little mounds, creek beds, washouts, mesas, and shallow valleys. Once such valley-like depression sat just beyond back fence of Henry’s property. A noticeable, but otherwise unremarkable scar left on the land by a generations-ago flood provided an area suitable for sledding. While it couldn’t boast the heart-pounding speed of steeper inclines, it did provide enough thrill to make a person tighten their butthole a little. Wrapped in their cold weather gear, and riding atop plastic disc saucer sleds, every person from the Giddings house thoroughly enjoyed the slope. Ever one to buck the trend, Henry grabbed a wide shovel from the garage, greased the bottom of it with some cooking spray, and challenged the girls to a race down the hill. They accepted. Flora agreed to be the official starter.

Then, with each of the girls (except his wife, who stood to one side) on her own saucer sled, Henry took his place on the starting line alongside them. It was at this point that Flora decided to call off the race. She saw the way that Henry planned to ride the shovel down the hill, with his butt in the hollow of the shovel’s topside and holding onto the shovel’s handle with both his hands. She could see too many possibilities for Henry to hit a hidden rock or something, lose control of the shovel’s handle, and injure his most sensitive parts.

“Nope,” she announced.

“Oh c’mon, Mom,” Romi scoffed, having no idea why her mother was calling off the event. “The hill’s not even that big. We’ll be fine.”

“You can race all you like, but I don’t want your Daddy going down the hill like that,” Flora declared.

Romi, fully confused, looked over at her Daddy. After only a few moments, she saw what her mother had seen ... the potential to ruin the naughty plans each woman had been anxiously awaiting for weeks. “He’ll probably be just fine,” Romi thought silently, “but then again ... if something were to happen ... yeah, I agree ... not worth the risk.”

“Tell you what,” Romi suggested. “Why don’t we just use the saucers then? Ya’ know ... bracket style, like a soccer tournament.”

Michelle and Angie liked that idea, so they nodded her agreement. Sofia also thought it was a fine notion, so she added, “Yeah ... we only have four sleds, but we can race in twos ... best 2 out of 3 wins. Then, after we’ve finally eliminated all but two of us, it’ll be best out of 5 races to decide the ultimate champion!”

To appease his lovely wife, Henry begrudgingly set aside his greased-up shovel, and joined the girls in their bracket style sledding tourney. “You ladies better watch out,” Henry joked, “get ready to bow down to the greatest plastic saucer sledding champion of all time!” Everyone laughed and got into the competitive, but friendly, spirit.

After all the head-to-head preliminary matches were completed, only Henry and Sofia remained. The young teen had a twinkle in her eye as she trash-talked her Papa, which only served to make him enjoy the activity that much more. In the end, Sofia won, and took great joy in her victory. “Yes!” she shouted to the snow-covered plains. “And now, as a show of gratitude to the losers,” she gestured to everyone else, “I hereby decree that it is time for hot chocolate by the fireplace.”

As the ladies began to make their way inside, Henry gathered the sleds and his shovel to stow them in the garage. Flora also hung back and kissed Henry tenderly. “Thank you for that,” she said to him quietly.

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked with a smirk.

“I can clearly see where you were digging your fingers into the snow on the way down the hill,” she pointed to the evidence. “You slowed down on purpose to let Sofia win - and gave me another reason to love you completely.”

Henry smiled and pulled his wife close to him. “Young lady, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if it means you’re gonna keep on smooching with me, then I’ll let you believe whatever you want.” He then winked and smiled at her before the two made their way into the house. After a brief time, Flora had warmed the milk and mixed steamy cups of hot chocolate for each person. They sat near the fire and warmed themselves while chatting and giggling.

After almost an hour of relaxation, Henry couldn’t stand it anymore, and announced that the tree was coming down. Everyone pitched in to remove the lights and ornaments, packing them away carefully. When the tree was once again bare, Henry muscled it outside and tossed it in the bed of his truck. The next day, he would take it to the ‘chip yard’, a location barely within the city limits where town council encouraged people to bring old wood, fallen limbs ... etc., and send it all through a large woodchipper. The product of this was used by the city parks department for their landscaping efforts.

Henry had a couple fingers of single-malt scotch and enjoyed the fireside for a while longer. Eventually, Sofia convinced almost everyone to go back out into the wintry storm to build snowmen. Flora insisted that she wasn’t in the mood for getting cold again, and instead chose to begin prepping dinner.

The other five spent the next hour or more in the backyard, constructing three snow people. Michelle and Angie had theirs, Sofia and Romi had theirs, and Henry was encouraged by Sofia to build his own, so he did. In the end, there was nothing truly exceptional about any of the snow persons. Henry’s was larger, but all that really set each of them apart was the choice of decoration each received. Rummaging through a box of soon-to-be donated clothing in the garage, they’d each chosen something that they wanted their sculpture to wear. Michelle and Angie’s wore an old sun hat of Flora’s. Henry’s wore an old bucket-style fishing hat of his. Romi and Sofia’s wore one of Flora’s old scarfs. For fun, Henry decided to use some spray paint to draw facial features on his snowman, which delighted the girls, and they decided to do the same on their creations.

While her family was shivering and laughing in the backyard, Flora turned on the stereo in the family room, tuned in a Tejano radio station, and moved lightly on her feet as she bopped around the kitchen, preparing dinner. Every once in a while, she would look out the large windows toward the backyard and smile, further warmed by the image of her family as they playfully pelted one another with snowballs and constructed their trio of frozen figures.

“Good thing my mama’s not here to see that,” Flora joked to herself out loud, “she’d be complaining about three more white people.” She laughed to herself, imagining her mother getting mad that the snow people didn’t look Mexican.

The snow finally abated sometime before sunrise the next morning. In the end, the little town of Cactus had a little less than 10 inches of snowfall in roughly 24 hours. It would take several days for that to melt off.

Those few days were a joy for Sofia, because she got to hang out with her Auntie Michelle, Ms. Angie, her mom, and her Abuela. But most of all, Sofia was thrilled because everybody being stuck at home meant there were lots of chances to snuggle up next to her Papa while they all watched movies on cable TV. Having his strong arm draped over her shoulder, the smell of him, the warmth of his body ... all these things made her tingle with arousal. She also cajoled everyone into additional rounds of Dance Dance Revolution matchups, which she won handily.

Almost 4 days later, it became clear that the snowmelt had progressed enough for life to begin returning to its normal pace and routine. The roads were clear enough to safely travel again, and no further wintry precip was in the forecast. Flora called Jorge to make sure he was still okay with taking Sofia for a few days. “Of course,” he assured his sister. “ ... actually, I was gonna call you today anyway. Tito and Rascal are going nuts with cabin fever. I could use Sofia’s help with them.”

Tito and Rascal were Jorge’s two large dogs, both some sort of mutt-Rottweiller mix. Protective, intimidating and loyal, they were also big ol’ slobbering love bugs. If they saw or heard Sofia, they both immediately reverted to their playful puppy personalities, their tails wagging so much that it required their entire rear ends to sway back and forth, and tippy-tapping their front feet. She could command them to run into a fire, and they probably would, everyone thought. Whenever she stayed with her Tio Jorge, the dogs slept with her in the guest bedroom, sandwiching her petite body between theirs.

Sofia loved Jorge and the dogs dearly, but she didn’t really want to leave the company of the people in her own house. Still, she’d promised her mother and Abuela that she would act like a grown-up, and simply enjoy the time with her Tio as much as possible. “It’s only for a few days anyway,” the teen thought to herself.

Romi and Flora had informed Sofia that the adults would need the house to themselves for a few days to help Michelle and Angie work out some things, and that they needed to be sure they’d have no interruptions. Sofia had wondered aloud what kind of stuff Michelle and Angie would need help resolving, and why it would take so long. But almost as soon as the words came from her mouth, she reminded herself that it wasn’t her business. If it had been, her mother or Abuela would have told her so. She was resolved to be seen as a grown-up and would conduct herself in a manner according to how she’d been taught. Reminding herself of this, she put on a smile for her mother’s sake, and packed some clothes for a short stay at her Tio’s casa.

She’ll be gone for almost 4 days, and 3 full nights.

After Jorge picked up Sofia, Flora waited almost an hour before calling him to check in. “Just making sure everything is okay,” she told her brother.

“Oh sί, sί,” Jorge said. “She’s playing with Tito and Rascal right now ... do you want me to get her on the phone?”

“No, that’s okay,” Flora assured him. “I just wanted to make sure she didn’t forget anything she’ll need.”

“Hold on, I’ll ask her,” he said.

Flora could hear Jorge’s muffled voice calling across his house to Sofia. Soon after, he came back on the line, relaying Sofia’s statement that she had everything she needed.

“Okay, well call if you need anything. Otherwise, we’ll see you in a few days, okay?”

“Bueno,” Jorge answered before Flora ended the call.

“Well, that’s it then,” Flora said to Henry, who was sitting nearby, completing a crossword puzzle. “The house is officially adults-only for the next few days.” She offered her husband a warm smile that paired well with the twinkle in her eyes as she began to disrobe.

“Babe,” Henry said, “you do know you’re still in the kitchen, right?”

“Yep,” she winked at him. “Did you hear what I just said? The only people in the house for the next few days will be me, Michelle, Romi, Angie, and you. So, why are you not getting undressed with me, guapo?”

“When you put it like that...,” Henry smiled and pulled off his shirt.

“Momma Flora, have you heard from ... oh!” Michelle said as she entered the room. She was greeted by the sight of her mother in the kitchen, very close to fully nude, and Henry by the dining room table, down to his boxer shorts – both wearing mischievous grins. “Is it time? Like, right now?” she asked giddily.

“Might as well,” Flora replied. “I just checked with Jorge and Sofia ... there should be no reason for us to be interrupted for a few days.”

“Awesome...,” Michelle whispered. “I gotta go get Angie.” She turned to run up the stairs.

“Tell Romi too,” Flora said, “and have everybody go to the master bedroom. Your Dad and I are right behind you.”

Michelle’s face flushed as she responded with a wide grin, “Okay...” She then rushed up the stairs, two at a time and, noting that all the bedroom doors were open, called out, “It’s time!” She then entered the room that she and Angie had been sharing, to assist her lover in preparation

Romi immediately darted from her daughter’s room and met her parents in the master suite. There, she found them casually kissing on the bed, having already disrobed downstairs. Romi found herself drawn to the sight of her Daddy’s body once again. From across the room, she locked her eyes on an area of his body that started at his abs and continued to his knees. There, she could clearly see the half-hard object of her desire as it lolled on his left thigh, occasionally twitching in anticipation.

“Somebody’s got too many clothes on, huh Enrique?” Flora said, winking at Romi. Those words jolted Romi back into action, and she began excitedly removing her clothes. After she’d pulled her tee shirt over her head, she quickly released the boulder holder from its duties, allowing her heavy fun bags to swing freely. As she bent at the waist to pull her shorts off, her weighty wobblers hung down low, shimmying with every tiny movement she made. Henry groaned, low and primal. Romi heard Henry’s hedonistic reaction as he admired her shape, and it made her feel warm all over. Even her feet felt warmer. Nervously, and with a great deal of hope in her voice, she asked, “So ... who’s gonna go first?”

“I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this, honey,” Flora said. “But I think I should go first. And no, it’s not just because he’s my husband.” She chuckled. “This time, I think it would be the best way to ease ourselves into this very special ‘special time’. Keep in mind, Angie’s never even seen Enrique naked. So...”

“Yeah, I understand,” Romi said, a little dejected. “For Angie’s sake, it would be best if we don’t jump straight into the deep end. Besides,” she shot a wicked smile at Henry, “it’s an adults-only house for the next few days right? I’m sure I’ll get at least one serving of Daddy before we’re done.”

“Yes, you will, sweetie,” Henry grunted as his cock began to lurch impatiently. Romi’s naked shape had once again quickly brought him to attention, and the thick slab of steely meat slapped his abs, demanding attention. Romi made her way to the end of the bed and sat there, trying her best to ignore the moisture between her thigs as it gathered and dripped along her slit, tickling her sensitive pussy lips.

At that point, Michelle entered the room, towing an obviously nervous and self-conscious Angelica along with her. At Michelle’s insistence, the two had disrobed before walking down the hall. When they entered the room, Henry’s heart began to beat a little faster.

Michelle had obviously worked hard to maintain her youthful shape. Those C-cup boobs looked as firm as ever, as did her butt, which was still small enough to look like it belonged on a teenage girl. Those long legs were as toned as Henry remembered, and her fully shaved mound already glistened with her excitement.

Angelica’s body was just as delightful a sight to behold. Her blushing nervousness somehow made her seem even more lovely than her amazing body could express by itself. She was slender, well-toned, with a hint of flare in her hips – but not enough to be a turn-off for Henry. She had shaved her snatch so that only a small patch of trimmed, silky pubic hair remained, just above her slit. And her torso was dominated by a large set of natural DD-cup tits. With her nipples already clearly rock-hard, those twins looked so tasty to Henry’s eye. He could already almost feel their weight and squishiness in his hands, even though she was still standing in the doorway, more than 15 feet away.

“Well...,” Flora said, “c’mon in, girls.”

Michelle turned and kissed Angie, then pulled her toward the bed. There, they sat on the mattress across from Flora, effectively sandwiching Henry in the center of the king-sized bed. He had Flora on his left, Romi at his feet, and the two other girls on his right. His mind was stuck in a state of near lock-up being confronted by so much nude beauty, and so close to his own naked body. His cock slapped his abs again, bubbling pre-cum.

“Jesus...,” Angie whispered to Flora. “You said it was big, but ... Jesus.”

“Mom would never lie, especially about something like that,” said Michelle with a smirk.

“Actually, if I remember correctly, I said it was fuckin’ huge,” Flora corrected them. “And no, I wouldn’t lie about Enrique or Stanley.”

For just a moment, Angie looked a little confused. “Enrique? Stanley?”

Henry laughed, which eased the tension in the room. He explained, “Enrique is Spanish for Henry.”

“Oh. Okay, that makes sense,” Angie answered.

“And Stanley is this guy,” Flora said before grabbing Henry’s rock-hard pecker and waggling it in the air for illustrative purposes. “I named it that because it reminded of a big hammer.” She giggled to herself. Michelle and Romi joined in the giggles.

“Um ... Oh! I get it now!” Angie replied after a few moments. “Stanley like the tools, right?”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” Flora said with a chuckle. “Now, since we’ve all been introduced, I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen next.”

The girls all waited to hear Flora’s plan.

“I know the underlying reason for this is to have Henry help one of you get pregnant,” she looked at Michelle and Angie, who smiled nervously in response. “But I also recognize that this is Angie’s first time seeing Enrique like this...”

“Or Stanley,” Angie interjected.

“Right. So, in the interest of easing ourselves into this ... effort, I thought I would go first. Henry and I will make love while the three of you watch. Kiss each other, touch each other, make each other feel good. Believe me, you’re gonna want to be as wet and slippery as possible when it’s your turn. Especially if it’s your first time with him,” Flora winked at Angie.

“Yeah ... I guess that makes sense,” Angie muttered, still spellbound by the veiny behemoth that jutted from Henry’s crotch.

“Good. Now, Henry and I are gonna need more room, and I want him all to myself at first. So, the rest of you, shoo...” she waved her hand toward the three girls, who took her instruction willingly. Romi found one of the reading chairs and settled into it, splaying her legs wide so she could begin strumming across her clit. Michelle and Angie chose to begin the festivities standing at the foot of the bed, wrapped around one another, breasts smushed into breasts, as they watched Henry and Flora closely.

“I’ve been waiting for this for quite a while, honey,” Flora said to Henry. “Even your talented mouth couldn’t get me wetter than I already am. Will you slide that beautiful cock into me, Papi?”

“With pleasure,” Henry replied.

With that, Flora straddled him and began to ease herself on his mammoth man meat, inch by inch, slowly impaling herself on his angry rod until she could fit no more inside herself. Just over a third of his cock meat was still exposed to the open air, which Angie noticed.

“Holy fuck...,” she whispered. “She’s been practicing with that thing for years, and that’s all that will fit? How the hell am I gonna get that monster inside me?”

Michelle tried to calm her lover. “Actually, Romi’s the only one who can take Dad’s whole cock. It’s just ... fuckin’ bonkers ... you’ll be as amazed as me when you see her do it.”

“Fuck...,” Angie whispered in amazement again as she looked back and forth between the over-busty petite Romi and Henry’s gargantuan weapon as he stretched Flora’s mommy cave.

After almost 15 minutes, Flora’s upper body could no longer support her efforts, she was growing tired. Falling forward onto Henry’s wide chest, she whispered into his ear between her gasping pants. “Don’t cum inside me ... we have to show ... Angie how much you shoot ... so she won’t ... freak out later.”

“Okay babe,” Henry panted. “You just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. But it better be soon, ‘cause I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer.”

“Good...” Flora sighed, almost in relief, “I’ve already cum twice, and I don’t know if I can take much more right now.”

Henry’s chest swelled with pride.

“Girls!” Still panting heavily, Flora barked a little too loudly, with her face still right next to Henry’s ear. “Get on the floor, on your knees ... Enrique’s gonna cum ... on our tits...” With that, she slid her lower body off his lurching prong and fell to one side of the bed before composing herself long enough to scramble to the floor. There, she joined Romi and Michelle, who had followed her instructions. Having been in that position many times before, all the Giddings women knew what to do and expect. Angie wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Just get down here with me,” Michelle prompted her lover. “Good ... now hold your boobies up and shake ‘em just a little...” she leaned down and slurped one of Angie’s nipples into her mouth for just a moment. “When Dad gets ready, he’ll explode all over our tits.”

“Really?” asked a dubious Angie. “All over? Really?”

Romi smiled deviously and nodded, “Yep. Don’t worry ... there’s always plenty to share.”

Henry stood in front of them, stroking his eager cock while surveying the scandalous display before him. Then, he heard the magic words.

Romi said, “C’mon Daddy...”

Hearing that perverse plea from Romi, his nuts tightened, tingled and he started jetting ropey globs of jizz, painting all four sets of chesticles that quaked so enticingly in front of him. A strangely arousing chorus rose from the girls as each of the ladies reacted in their own way; Flora hummed, Romi sighed and purred, Michelle giggled and Angie shouted “Oh!” once before going silent once again. Back and forth, Henry continued to direct his spray as he stroked his spitting serpent. When he had no more to give, he fell backward, planting his butt on the end of the bed where he smiled and gasped for breath. His cock never lost its rigidity.

Romi quickly looked over at her mother and motioned toward her Daddy. Flora smiled and sleepily waved at her daughter, giving her permission to get the dregs of her Daddy’s pearly cream straight from the tap. Romi did just that, slurping in about a third of Henry’s cock and suckling gently.

Michelle looked toward Angie to gauge her reaction to the activities thus far. She saw her lover’s lower jaw still hanging loose in amazement at everything she’d just witnessed; The sheer size of Henry’s thick cock, the hedonistic display of all the Giddings women, and the jaw-dropping volume of Henry’s load! Still frozen in shock, Angie’s hands seemed glued to her glazed breasts, still holding them up to present them to Henry as Flora had previously instructed, but her eyes were locked on Romi sucking her father’s slippery massive prong.

Michelle leaned over and used her tongue to gather up a line of her Dad’s cream from Angie’s trembling tits. Suddenly jolted back into the moment, Angie looked down to see her beloved Michelle, hoovering Henry’s jizz from her tits. She’d never before imagined such a scene, and for a moment, she found it strange that the experience was making her wetter and wetter the longer it continued. As a matter of fact, her slit was juicier than she could ever remember.

Many years before, at a neighborhood party when Angelica had only been maybe 12 years old, she’d witnessed her obviously-inebriated widow grandmother flirting with an older gentleman. The elder woman had uttered the phrase, “ ... moister than an oyster...” with a heavy slur. For some unknown reason, that memory had stuck in Angie’s mind for all those many years. And at that moment, she couldn’t imagine a better description for how her own pussy felt.