He goes to their house to fix a leaky pipe, and much more
Size: 202 KB (36,711 words)
Genre: Incest
Sex Contents: Much Sex
Tags: Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, Incest, Mother, Daughter, Group Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fisting, Water Sports
Review by Celeste [other reviews by Celeste]
Reviewed:
I get skeptical about these stories sometimes. So when I brought my husband a beer during a commercial of the baseball game tonight, I said to him, "Imagine that you are a plumber and have to wait for an hour until the lady of the house returns. Her nubile step-daughter is lying by the pool and asks you to rub suntan lotion on her, and her movements cause her tiny black bikini to practically disappear into her the crack of her tight little ass. As you apply the lotion, you can smell the odor of sex permeating the air around you. Would you find this to be at all erotic?" "What does nubile mean?" he replied, as I handed him his beer and a bottle of baby lotion, flipped off the TV with the remote control, lay down with my naked ass easing out beneath my tee-shirt, and said, "The kids will be home at 8:30." Anyway, the basic premise of the story seems to be sound: at least some men would find this to be an erotic situation.
Actually, the kids did not get home till 9:00 and the premise was more erotic than I had expected - either that or it contrasted really well with a boring baseball game; and so I didn't get back to reading this story until much later. By then it had occurred to me that since the title was plural, ole Dave would be checking the plumbing of both mother and daughter and possibly a few others unknown to me at that moment.
By the way, Dave is a stud himself; so this is not a guy's only fantasy. In addition, he's apparently a union plumber: "You just charge us for the whole day," says Mom. "It would be worth twice the price to find an unusual man like yourself."
As I understand it, Dave had five resounding orgasms within about five hours during his initial visit, and he also found time to fix a leaky pipe while the step-mother shaved her pussy in front of him. Fortunately, the ladies had no Kryptonite in their house. I have no idea how often the two woman came that first afternoon, but they were both pretty happy. Meanwhile, I was at the end of chapter 4 out of 10, and my husband was dead to the world after moving the earth only two times in 94 minutes. Then in chapter 5 Dave gets a hard-on thinking about his upcoming <g> date with Vicki that evening, and so he has oral sex with his roommate (a guy) before he showers and heads off for his date in chapter 6.
When Dave returns to the mansion at 7:00 the Three Amigos fondle, exchange tongues, and become pre-orgasmic; but they do NOT engage in full genital contact. Another orgasm at this time might strain credulity. The kids go out for pizza and Mom goes upstairs for her dildo - either that or she goes to a bar and takes on an entire basketball team before going to spend the evening in a sex club. The transitions are not perfectly clear here; and reality and fantasy merge. Chapter 7 explains the activities of the sex club - The Hedonists Society; and these would make an interesting story in themselves. In fact, chapter 7 SHOULD be a separate story; stylistically it's a major distraction, and I have no idea why the author felt the need to shove it into this story. Suffice it to say that these hedonistic little fuckers probably have a franchise in a city near yours - unfortunately, it's fictional.
Meanwhile, back in the real "plot," Dave and Vicki go to a nightclub that has a "sexiest couple contest." Having already exceeded the limits of human sexual capacity, of course, they refrain from participating. Right! And I have a bridge in Brooklyn and some oceanfront property in Arizona that I'd like to sell you. Actually, they win the contest. This may not seem improbable, since the couple has refrained from full sexual copulation for nearly nine hours by the time the contest starts, but I forgot to tell you that Dave had already cum three times immediately before the contest began.
The dance contest scenario is especially well written. The author describes not only the antics of Dave and Vicki but also those of several other couples; and the various couples also interact with one another. And this hot sex is NOT a digression, but rather a contribution to the overall plot. An anthropologist at heart, Dave wins the contest with an ancient mating dance. It had a good beat and was easy to cum to. Dick Clark would give it a 99. To celebrate their victory, Vicki sucks Dave's cock to the verge of orgasm in the car on the way home; but he doesn't cum (again, we don't want to strain credulity). To wrap things up, Dave stays over with Vicki; and Mom wakes up and joins them for one final orgy. Assuming the story ends at, say, 4:00 a.m., Dave has had ten raging orgasms within 19 hours. Not bad for a plumber.
A word of stylistic advice to the author: I don't see what is gained by referring to Vicki as "the sex crazed bitch" in the normal narrative. It makes sense to use this terminology to express DAVE's thoughts; but the author does a good job of giving an objective but hot description of events, and I think the evaluative reference weakens the presentation. Normally, when it is the author speaking we hear words like "the beautiful young woman" or even "the beautiful young woman whose cunt ached for his cock." A lot of authors do this. My advice is to consider what can be gained by using the appropriate words at the right times. {The following is fine: "OK, bitch!" Dave swore, "You want fucked. This is a fuck!" It's proper because these are DAVE's words, not the narrator's.}
Not everything in the story was a turn-on for me. For example, I don't find it at all erotic to think of a guy pissing on me; and while swallowing cum seems sexy to me, gulping down a mouthful of piss does not. Likewise, sticking my finger and even my tongue into a pulsating ass is sexy; but I have no desire to have a guy dump his load on me. However, there was plenty of hot stuff, and I could have simply skimmed the less delectable parts.
As I started this story, I was seriously considering docking the author for having no real plot - this story was just an excuse to talk about sex. But then I discovered that there really was a plot of sorts; and at the very least it was a damned good excuse to talk about sex. Then I said to myself that certainly I had to subtract a point or so for the lack of realism. I mean, I've read Kinsey and Masters & Johnson and some of the others; and not even Shere Hite thinks a guy who has already been having frequent sex can have this many orgasms. But what the hell! "High Noon" is a great movie, and nobody ever counts how many times Will Kane fires his six-shooter without reloading.
Assuming there are people who want to read a story primarily to get themselves or a friend turned on, there may be a demand for this story!
