Chapter 23: Overloaded

Dan was a quick study and Dale released him to unsupervised work after his third day at DWT (Wednesday). By Friday, they had begun a new nightly routine. Late in the afternoon, Dan and Dale would park the Fusion, and slowly drag themselves out on the driveway, dog-tired and dirty.

Dee and Dan would go on to Carla’s. Carla would take Dan outside and clean him in the outdoor shower, while Dee made dinner for them. This was part of a system they came up with to give them both the most access to Dan, while respecting how draining his new job was.

Then, Dan went to lie down in the big bed. Dee and Carla would spend a few minutes in the bathroom together, and then they would climb onto Dan. Carla would straddle her son at his waist, and slowly settle down on his cock until he was fully lodged inside her asshole. Dee would suckle Carla’s huge tits and finger her clit while his mother bounced her ass up and down until she came. Then, she would lift up and off, and Delia would assume the identical position bouncing her asshole on his cock, and then the two of them would come, often together.

Along with being incredible fun, and not too stressful on Dan’s back and body, there was a practical side: their vaginas stayed clean, with no unwanted transfer contamination. And they were both fiends for anal now.

Dan would be wiped clean and then fall asleep, exhausted. Many nights, Dee and Carla would continue, having more orgasms using Carla’s “library” of vibrators, dildos, and even a strap-on. In the morning, Carla would rouse Dan with a morning blowjob and vaginal fuck, as part of the pre-Arizona plan.

Back at the Jordan home, since Dale was twenty-five years older than Dan, Rosie was not getting the same frequency as Carla. But he made up for it with romance. She knew he was using every calorie of energy at work, and she could feel the stress knotted in his shoulders. But always with her, it was soft words and sweetness.

He would get up early and make pancakes for her and the boys. Or she would find him at 8:30 in the evening out in the garage, changing the oil in her Durango.

And never, not once, did she see or hear anything that smacked of the anti-government ideologies he had once believed. Instead, he had a single ideology: on request, pussies should be thoroughly licked.