Chapter 1

My name is Robinson. I'm a Forensic Accountant.

OK, it hasn't got the snap that Friday of Dragnet fame has, but that's who I am. Donald James Robinson. And I was a cop. A member of Her Majesty's Royal Canadian Mounted Police for 20 faithful years. Maintiens le Droit, and all that. Rose to the rank of Inspector. Then I got a chance to make some real money. But I'm getting way ahead of myself here.

I grew up in Calgary, Alberta Canada in the 60's. For you geographically challenged Yanks, that's about 720 miles north of Salt Lake City. No, we don't live in igloos and we don't ride horses to work. Even in the RCMP I never rode a horse. That's strictly for tourists. And the 60's in Canada were as much a time of sexual liberation as they were in the States. York Street in Toronto was our Haight Ashbury. Free love was the thing, baby. Make love, not war — even though Canada wasn't involved in the Vietnam war. It was still cool to be opposed to it and everything else that smacked of American Imperialism. Yikes. Did we really talk like that?

It was in the latter part of the 1960's that I lost my virginity and started on a life path that was filled with sexual adventures and experiences. In those days, the worst disease you could catch was pregnancy, and the Pill was there to prevent that. I suppose you could catch a venereal disease, but a shot of penicillin took care of most of those. Today, unprotected sex can get you killed. I'm glad I grew up when I did.

The South Calgary community where we made our home was all new homes. Just a block south of us, horses ran in fields and farmers grew their crops. But the city was growing, and more and more of those fields were turning into housing developments. The soccer fields and baseball diamonds of a new Jr. High School were across the street from us. A new elementary school was planned for a block south. There were lots of young families in the area. The oil based economy was revving up, and both white and blue collar middle class workers found the community a great place to buy their first home.

It was a Friday night in August 1967. My parents had gone out of town for some function related to my father's work. He did something in finance with an oil company, I never really knew what. My sister, four years older than I, was off staying at a friend's house. And to watch over me, my mother had arranged for her sister and husband to come stay at the house for the weekend. What a drag.

They were both drunks. Neither of my parents drank much, but my aunt and uncle brought their own cache of booze, and by 9 PM they were both passed out in my parents bed. Don't get your hopes up. They were both obese, and if I had come across them screwing, I probably would have been celibate the rest of my days. My aunt had more chins than a Chinese phone book and even today, the thought of seeing her mounting my uncle makes me throw up just a little in my mouth. No, I left them alone.

I had discovered the joys of masturbation a year earlier, and had whacked off in the solitude of my room after they passed out. Still, I was bored and not ready to go to sleep. About 11:30 I had a great idea. I would go for a walk around the neighborhood and see what was happening. I grabbed some dark sweat pants and a dark shirt, put on my sneakers and slipped out the back door.

Nothing was happening. Nothing ever happened in our neighborhood. By 11:30 PM, the lights were off and the sidewalks were rolled up. No cars were prowling the streets. Even the dogs were sleeping. The silence of the neighborhood appealed to me. I stood in the front yard and looked up at the stars. It was a clear, warm night and I felt a strange sense of freedom just being outside at that hour.

I thought it might be risky to wander down the front sidewalk. There were a couple of nosy broads on the block and I didn't need one of them telling my mom that I was wandering around. I headed for the back alley and started toward the north end of the block. There was a light on in one or two houses. I thought I might get lucky and see someone naked in a window, but no such luck. Going past the Baldwin house, I searched the windows for a sight of one of the three daughters that lived there, but struck out again. Just one sighting of a female breast would have made my entire night.

I reached the end of the block and stopped in the shadows. I was starting to think that this wasn't as much of an adventure as I thought it might be when I heard a sound in the yard to my right. I looked through the fence and saw that a tent had been set up in the side yard. Then I heard girls giggling. That meant that Sherry Wilson and someone over for a sleepover. This would be worth spying on.

I went around to the front of the yard and up along the side of the fence where the tent was set up. By crouching down, I was unseen from the road and any neighbor houses and I could hear clearly what the girls were saying.

"I wish I had ones like yours" I heard Sherry Wilson say. Her brother Glen was a friend of mine, and we played on some teams together. I wondered what she wanted and who was with her.

"Oh, they'll grow in soon enough. You're a year younger than me" the unidentified voice said. I thought I recognized it but couldn't place it.

"It's not fair, Heather" Sherry replied. "You've got nice titties and even have some nice hair on your pussy. I'm bald as an egg and flat as a board."

I bit my tongue to stop from gasping. This was going to be great! Heather had to be Heather Dumphries, a knockout blond with great tits, a fantastic ass, and the knowledge that she was hot stuff. My cock lurched at the mental image of her nude. I crouched down some more and shuffled a little closer to the fence.

"And I'm thirteen and a half, and you just turned twelve last month" Heather consoled her friend. "Don't worry. One day you'll reach down to stroke your pussy and you'll discover you've got hair down there."

"I don't stroke my pussy" Sherry objected. I was certainly starting to stroke my cock at the thought of the two girls doing ... well, what did girls do?

Heather laughed. "Of course you do. Everyone does. Your mom does it while your dad sleeps." Sherry tried to object but Heather overruled her. "Old Lady Schwartz does it" she said, naming one of the old battle axes on the block. "Every woman does it" Heather proclaimed with the voice of authority. I tried not to visualize Old Lady Schwartz naked and focused on Heather.

"And I'll tell you something else" Heather continued. "But you have to swear you will never, never, ever tell a single soul. I mean never." Sherry must have taken the vow of silence because Heather spoke again. "I'm not a virgin. I've had sex with a guy."

I had been stroking my cock throughout this conversation and that clinched it for me. My balls rumbled and I spewed a load onto the grass beside the fence. I panted softly to prevent them from hearing me, and leaned forward to catch my breath. I wiped my dripping cock on my sweat pants and pulled them back up.

Sherry had exclaimed her disbelief while I was coating the grass. A bunch of "Did not, did too's" ensued. Sherry demanded to know who the guy was, and Heather refused to tell. They argued back and forth, with Sherry trying to close the conversation by claiming that if Heather didn't reveal the name, Sherry wouldn't believe her. Heather was quiet for a bit, then went through the entire vow of silence upon pain of death thing again. I don't know why chicks waste their time with that. They know that whoever they tell is going to tell someone else. But then Heather dropped a bomb.

"It was my dad" Heather said quietly. "And I love him and will fuck him every chance I get."

I heard Sherry gasp. I was a little weirded out, and wondered how Sherry would take the news.

"Did he, like, force you, or rape you?" Sherry asked?

"No, nothing like that" Heather said. "Lay back and I'll tell you how it happened."

My legs were getting cramped so I took Heather's advice and laid down on the grass, careful to avoid the area where I had whacked off. I was still leaking cum in my pants and it wasn't too comfortable. But I wasn't going to miss this story.

"It started about six months ago," Heather began. "I was in bed but couldn't get to sleep. I could hear my parents talking real softly, and I could hear the bed moving around. Then I realized they weren't talking, but the bed was still moving. I wondered if they were fucking, and I got real horny just thinking about them going at it. You know my dad is really hot, and my mom is hot too. So I got out of bed and went down the hall real quiet to their bedroom."

"Their door was open just a little bit. There was no light on in the room, and it was dark in the hall, so I pushed the door open a bit more. Their dresser is right by the door, so I got down on my knees and leaned into their room so I could see. My dad was laying on his back. My mom was sitting with her pussy on his face and she was rubbing his cock. Then, she leaned down and she put it in her mouth and sucked on it."

"Ewww, gross!" Sherry exclaimed.

"Shhhh," Heather cautioned her. "It's not gross. I thought it was kind of weird, but I could tell my dad liked it. He would push his hips up every once in a while. Mom would suck for a bit, then just stroke it. I was fascinated watching her, and my pussy was feeling all squishy and wet."

"Mines getting squishy right now" Sherry giggled. And as for me, my cock was hard as a rock again while I listened to Heather's tale.

"Mine too," Heather confided to Sherry. "I'm going to lay back and play with it while I tell you this." There was the sound of bodies shifting, then Heather continued. "So I was watching my mom suck my dad's cock, when all of a sudden she looked up. I thought she looked right at me and I froze. I didn't want to make any movement if she hadn't seen me. She didn't do anything, just stroked and suck for a little bit. Then, she looked at me again, and she put out her hand and motioned for me to come over to her. Then she put her finger on her lips to tell me to be quiet. I was freaked. I thought she was going to kill me."

"So I crawled over to the end of the bed. Mom smiled at me. She reached out with the hand that wasn't stroking dad's cock and caressed my cheek. I just felt this super special bond of love between my mom and me then. I reached up and gave her a kiss right on the lips. She smiled again, then she took my hand and put it on top of hers on top of my dad's cock. Together we rubbed up and down. I wanted to touch it, not her hand. Then she pulled her hand away and leaned down and sucked him a couple of times, then she took my hand and put it right on dad's cock."