Monica 58: mORAL SupPORT – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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“Well, here goes.”

Ryan Quinones opened his dad’s truck door and stepped out on to the dusty gravel parking area belonging to April Riley’s parent’s. Old school living out here on the farm there were no concrete driveways even though there was a huge three car garage. Met by the Riley family dog Champ, a black Labrador Retriever that had seen his better days behind him, Ryan tried to make over the pooch. Ryan’s brother Kyle following him felt strange being out here considering he had let April suck his dick one time out at the Licker Store, home of Adult toys and videos. Their father Brock all dressed up compared to the boys wanted to at least establish that he was a good dad. For the most part! Even he was shameless when it came to April, they nearly doing it when Ryan was drunk and passed out. Fortunately he had second thoughts and only let her fondle him until guilt took over. She was rather grateful he had, now that she knew she was pregnant with his future grandbaby.

“Get down Champ.” April and her mother Carol stepped out on to the back deck to greet the men, Carol yelling at the dog to behave. Reluctant the dog returned to the porch and simply howled at the visitors. Brock in his dirty moment mind chuckled over it sounding like Kramer and his buddies barking at Charlotte Gift earlier in his yard. Crazy morning, crazy afternoon, definitely crazier evening once it got there.

“You didn’t get scared off.” April smiled at Brock and Kyle, even though both men stared at her opened cleavage, wearing a burgundy V-neck top that dipped low into her 36C’s. She knew all three of the Quinones boys were drooling, it made her flip her tongue at them before hugging Ryan.

Ryan should be feeling guilt over having Sex with Monica Gift six hours prior, but for some reason he felt better. Now it was just getting past this family gathering. He did feel Love for April even if she wasn’t the most honest person in the world. She was just worried who her baby’s daddy was after so much mischief. Ruling out the one guy she did like besides Ryan, she was now dead set on making this relationship work. Ryan was confirmed by the doctors as the daddy so that made her much more focused. Telling her parents of her pregnancy was not going over so well. Traditional family, the Riley’s believed in marriage before Sex and all that came with it. So much for that! April was a whore and smart enough not to let her parents know. Well, until now!

“Hi I’m Brock.” He extended a hand toward Carol Riley, who shockingly seemed a bit flirty in her gaze if nothing else. He had a moment of flirt himself as he dared to look at Carol’s own cleavage. While not as aggressive as her daughter, Carol did like a little intimate intrigue to make herself feel good. Her husband Jim was so no nonsense, she had spent all of her years as a faithful Wife and mother. Now, with male callers around she couldn’t resist the chance to see a reaction. Jim was still in the field but due any minute so she took advantage of what she could. Okay, so Carol might not have been as traditional as her husband.

“Good afternoon Brock… Carol Riley. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She stared for a brief second at the charmer before her then apologized with a sigh and glance to Kyle. “You must be Ryan’s brother.”

“Kyle. Hey Carol! Big farm!”

“120 acres! Come on inside.” They already had, in Monica Gift! “My Sister Greta made us some lemonade. She runs the diner down on the main road here in Anderson. She closed early to meet you all, I hope you don’t mind. Our family is very close knit.”

“Makes two of us.” Brock winked at his boys, the three of them still recovering from ganging up on Monica. Life was certainly out there with these boys.

“Greta single? Dad’s looking.” Kyle laughed and jumped out of reach of any recoil.

“Oh really?” Carol smirked, “That has possibilities. She’s been divorced for five years. Her daughter Hillary is here too. She goes to Florida State for cinematography.”

“Whoa!” Kyle put up his hands, “I go to Florida State. Law enforcement!”

“It’s such a small world, isn’t it?” Carol seemed shocked as they headed into the house. Just inside stood Greta Morgan and her daughter Hillary. Hillary was caught between petite and medium build but shapely as all get out with strawberry blonde hair and hints of freckles. Hardly overpowering which to some men might prove a turn off. Kyle had to pucker at the girl who blushed. Monster tits on a smaller body made her stand out. Greta was built too but being Carol’s older Sister, she was showing her age more. Still quite attractive but not as cute as Carol. “Greta? Hillary? This is Brock and Kyle. Greta has met Ryan so, Hillary, Ryan.”

“Hey Hillary.” The three spoke at once. Brock shaking hands with Greta she shot a glance at her Sister Carol before hiding a fanning set of fingers. “Need me to blow on you?” Brock chuckled. “Just kidding!”

“I’m so sorry. You weren’t meant to see me be so forward.”

“So not offended.” He chuckled.

“Hillary?” Carol went for damage control, “Kyle here goes to Florida State also. Law enforcement.”

“That’s cool. I think maybe I’ve seen you on campus. Do you ride a motorcycle?”

“Sure do. Crotch rocket!” That made her beam. Her crotch needed a rocket. Yes Hillary was just as needy as her cousin April. “So you’re in the film making side of the school.”

“Yep! Future cinematographer.” Her hands in the back pockets of her tight jeans, her chest was unobstructed and begging to be looked at. Sadly, even Ryan was looking now, April rolling her eyes and tilting his chin to face her out of ironic jealousy. A kiss ensued! One that Hillary grinned at, they made a cute couple.

“Need an actor for any homework?” Kyle chuckled. Greta eying her daughter with a wince noting an immediate chemistry.

“Maybe! I do have a home movie to make by next week. I’m just not sure what I want the movie to be yet.” PORNO! All three Quinones boys thought as one. Brock especially loved his private collection.

“I’ll give you my number. Call me Monday and we can work out some kind of script together.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Sure! I don’t do much after classes outside of self defense Thursdays at the gym.”

“My how well they get along.” Carol told Greta and Brock. “Matchmaking, are we?” At least Carol was trying, she was more openminded that her husband. Of course, she didn’t let Jim see that often. “Would you like some lemonade Brock?”

“Sounds great!”

“Greta? Let’s kidnap Brock and let the kid’s chat. We can get acquainted before Jim comes in and makes the room stuffy. Brock? I’ll have to warn you.” She led him into the kitchen, Greta behind him fanning herself again. Brock had a nice, rugged charm to his persona. “Jim can be outspoken and sometimes rude. Please try and understand our point of view concerning April and Ryan. We’re rather old-fashioned. Jim comes from a Mennonite community, but he got out in his early 20’s. We lead a normal life, but his head is, shall we say clouded at times.”

“I’ll keep my opinions to myself. While I have to say this pregnancy, thing was a shock for me too, I do genuinely like April. If she can make my boy happy, vice versa, who are we to deny Love.”

“Precisely! Jim is just afraid Ryan will leave April hanging. She’s had a rough, few experiences with boys it appears. Not even Jim knows what I do, girl talk recently. I’m aware of April’s doubts and uncertainty as to who the father was up until this week. Ryan seems like a lovely young man. I myself will give them a chance to grow, containing my husband however will take time.”

“So, Brock?” Greta opened up, “You’re not married?”

“Was! Well, is… she died when the boys were young. It’s just been us guys since Maggie passed. Still technically married I just don’t wear the ring anymore. I put it in with her ashes. Yeah, still have those at home over the fireplace. I hope that’s not too morbid.”

“Of course not! It’s charming that you keep her close.” Greta smiled.

“I agree. Our father passed two years ago, and Greta here has his ashes at home too. Mom died when we were young as well, so we can relate to being raised by a single father. Your boys look very respectful, it just proves how good of a father you are.”

“Thanks! I rarely hear that. Yeah, they are good boys.”

“Champ’s barking again. Jim must be home. Greta? Keep Brock here company while I step out and make sure Jim doesn’t make any scene. Bear with us Brock, it will be fine.” She pats him on the arm in passing but dares to hold her breath after touching his biceps. It had been a while since ever touching another man. Now she was fanning herself in stepping out.

In the living room, Carol found April and Ryan on the couch making out. Kyle and Hillary were chatting on the loveseat but even they had a sexual tension building. Carol had to clap her hands loudly. “Behave all! Let’s not make this harder than it has to be. Girls? No hip to hip please. At least until Jim goes to clean up.” April left Ryan’s lap and moved to the cushion leaving a three-foot gap between them. Hillary pouted and moved to a recliner entirely. The boys sat up straight and awaited the man of the house.

Stepping outside Carol ventured to meet Jim halfway. After being in a combine for hours he looked tired and grouchy, covered in dust he was not a pretty sight. “You’re late. The Quinones family is already here. I warned them you were just coming in from work.”

“My house, I could care less what they think of me. You know this won’t last Wife.”

“Give April a chance. Accidents do happen.”

“Not in our family. What that boy did to our daughter was wrong.”

“Honey? She let him. Nothing was forced. I’ve had time to talk to April. She truly likes this boy so give him a chance.”

“He delivers pizzas for a living. There is no future in that to be caring for a baby. They won’t even be able to rent or buy a home. I will not have an unwedded couple living under our roof and raising our… grandchild.”

“We have eight months to help them sort things out. Brock… Ryan’s father seems nice. Just look at his truck over there he must make good money to afford a $50,000 vehicle, plus put his oldest son through college. I say we let Ryan go to college and get his degree in business and give them all of the support we can.”

“Which means we fund their life. I fund their life.” Sole breadwinner, he liked to bring that up. It always produced a frown. She paid the bills, raised April, cleaned the house, ran errands, fed Champ, everything but the field work. Full time job in her mind.

“No, we co-fund their life.” He hesitates at hearing the screen door. Taking bold steps Brock Quinones walked out to join them. Jim grit his teeth and stood tall at 6’3, 240 with a lengthy beard showing his Mennonite roots. Truthfully, he appeared more Amish. “You must be the boy’s father.” He greeted Brock actually offering him a handshake. Met halfway with a smile Brock took the offer and they both tightened their knuckles for a solid grip. Carol could hear the hands squeeze and flared her eyes. Strength was meeting strength.

“Brock Quinones. It’s a pleasure. I couldn’t stand by in the kitchen when I know the tension is thick. Jim? Let me be first to say, I’m as worried as you are. My son is a good kid but he’s young. I have no doubt he’ll mature quickly and make this work.”

“I would wish for nothing more.”

“Oh, I’m certain that’s not true. He needs a real job to raise a family.” Jim found that part relatable at least.

Wife and I were just discussing this.”

“I’ll help on my end if you do. Until they get established.”

“What is it you do Mister Quinones?”

“Construction. I build houses. Crew chief! I do it all. Electrician even.”

“A noble occupation. Perhaps your son could follow in your footsteps.”

“It’s an option I’ll talk to him about. I’ve always taught my boys to swing for the fences and decide their own careers. Ryan wants to own his own business. I’ll back him where I can.”

“So will we Brock.” Carol took it upon herself not to let Jim do all of the decision making.

“Agreed!” Jim softened up. “Forgive my appearance, I work long hours.”

“No problem. I come home wearing sawdust and sweat rings almost every day.”

“Go Shower you smell.” Carol pinched her knows playfully, then patted her husband on the back. “I will entertain.” Nodding, Jim took off in a lumbering stroll, leaving his Wife to deal with things. Once out of hearing range Brock crossed his arms and stood beside Carol.

“I bet you’re very entertaining.” She smiled at him briefly, almost sheepishly in her beguile.

“In my younger days.” She giggled. “Memories are resurfacing.” She wiggled her brows at him. “Did Greta scare you off?”

“Before or after she asked me how big I was?”

“My Sister did not ask you… ” She flirted with her eyes, “… what did you say?”

“Ehhh? Eight on a good day.” He was making it up that Greta had been that forward with him. In Carol’s case though, she knew her Sister‘s capabilities. It would not have completely shocked her.

“That’s a shame. Jim is ten.”

“And there goes entertaining my fantasies.”

“You behave.”

She was so not going to tell Jim.

Nor was Brock going to behave.

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The home of Aaron and Charlotte Gift, Monica’s hang out too… forty minutes earlier.

“That was so much fun. I don’t know what came over Ryan… that would be me.” She snickered in walking across the yard to her front door hoping it was unlocked. “He’s in Love with April and still wants me. Not complaining but it felt suddenly wrong to be doing it, the fact she’s carrying his baby. Even more crazy was Kyle finally playing with me. What’s gotten into the Quinones family? Brock jumping in at the last second was even hotter. I had all three of them at once. Go me!” A smile turns South, “Sorry April.” Not really! Shit happens!

With the door locked Monica resorted to ringing the doorbell and stood teetering in step not seeing anyone moving around. “Did mom and dad go out for lunch and talk things out? Shit! I didn’t bother to look at my bedroom window, I hope mom didn’t lock me out on purpose.” She headed back down the steps and toward the side of the house. The mailman drove up to the box out front and tooted his horn at her. Waving brightly, she made certain he saw every inch of her naked sticky body in a 360 spin. “Lick that stamp Baby.” She loved showing off. Everybody loved the little whore.

Moving on to her window she found it closed but unlocked thankfully. With effort lifting it up, she had to jump three times to form enough momentum to pull herself in. “Dang it! I hope I don’t get all bruised before tonight. I want to look good for the frat guys. It’s going to get hectic being there for daddy’s clients and still finding time to hook up with Dalton and his friends. I’m going to be exhausted mentally by tomorrow. Good thing it’s Sunday so I can sleep all day.”

Back inside her bedroom she puts the window back down then decides to take a look around the house for signs of life. Living room empty, the kitchen vacant, however the clothes dryer did buzz so Monica took the load out and folded it like a good daughter. First time in weeks but she felt obligated to try and make things right. As if that were even possible.

“Did I hear the doorbell?”

“Hey, you guys are home.” Monica jumped at hearing her mother’s voice, “Why didn’t you… right… towel, wet hair. You took a bath. It’s okay, I crawled back through my window. Folded the clothes.”

“Thank you!”

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry…”

“You are not even remotely sorry, so stop right there young lady. I will never trust you again. Love you absolutely, but what you and your father did was… heartbreaking.”

“I know it was. Where is daddy?”

“He went for a drive to clear his head. He’s meeting clients tonight at the North Pole. I presume you will be out with friends on a Saturday night?” Fingers crossed!

“Yeah! I had plans… unless you’re grounding me.”

“Those days are over Monica. Do whatever you please. You’re an Adult, obviously making decisions.”

“What are you going to do tonight all by yourself?”

“Does it matter? You do your thing, your father will do his, I will do mine. This whole thing has opened my eyes Monica. Nothing around here will ever be as it was.”

“I get it mom! Dad will still… want to play with me.”

“That is between you two. I’m not going to be the bitch here.”

“Are you and daddy… separating?”

“Stuck with me I’m afraid. I Love your father more than life. I Love you more than life. He will have to be the one to initiate any divorce.”

“I’m glad. I’d feel horrible if I was the one who… God mom!” Monica teared up.

“Enough of that. I’m not going to break down over this. Your weeping, will get me going and I will be the tougher one here. Like I said, if Aaron wants you in our bed, so be it. I will NOT sleep on the couch in my own home. Just know this… I will not be playing with you even if Aaron insists, I do. That would… devastate me.” Monica gnashed her teeth at her mom, the expression was enough to make Charlotte roll her eyes. “Too late isn’t it? He made you take advantage of me while I was drunk. I… oh God! His clients last night… did they…?”

“I don’t know what they did to you after daddy took me to the bedroom. They were still here for at least thirty minutes after.”

“I knew I should have left those nanny cam’s on.”

“Nanny Cams? You had nanny cams?”

“Yes! My intuition led me to set up two in the house after that phone call when I was in Tallahassee. When we were all on speaker. You two were having Sex that day weren’t you?”

“Yes!” Monica’s lips trembled. Tears were falling heavily.

“I knew it in my heart. That’s why I let my friend talk me into those nanny cams. The thing is neither of you acted abnormal the two days I used them, so I just put them away and presumed I was making more out of it than there was. How utterly stupid I was.”

“You’re not stupid mom. We are.”

“Oh, we’re all guilty of that. I want to know everything Monica. No more lies. I’ve supported you all of your life, been there whenever you needed me. I think you owe me that much. Your father says only three times. Is that a fact or is he lying?”

“No, that’s it. I mean he’s touched and kissed me like here in the kitchen but Sex… only three times. I’ve had phone Sex and skyped with Uncle Gary before.” Charlotte turned pale at her daughter‘s admission of further Incest. “He wants me too. We just haven’t yet.”

“What have I done to deserve this, Monica? Are you really that…?”

“Easy? Pretty much! I’m a nympho mom. You wanted the truth and I don’t want to hide anymore. The things I’ve done are… a lot.”

“Living room.” Charlotte pointed, “Leave the basket of clothes. We’re sitting down and talking.”

“I have to get a Shower before meeting my friends.”

“For Sex?”

“Probably… most likely… I hope so.” She did sit with Charlotte on the sofa.

“Are you at least using protection?”

“Birth control. I hate condoms.”

“You are going to catch something.”

“Not yet. I know, I know! I can’t resist cum in me mom. Guys Love shooting me.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask this but…”

“Triple digits.” Monica beat her mother to the question.

“Oh dear God! I’ve only been with two men ever. Your father and my first boyfriend back in high school.”

“Fifteen.”

“What?”

“I lost my virginity at fifteen. I’ve had Sex with my teachers. At an Adult bookstore even.”

“That’s illegal Monica.”

“I fuck cops too. Four so far.”

“OH MY GOD!”

“Downtown in the middle of main street, cars stopped watching us.” Charlotte dropped her jaw at just how insane her baby was. “Country bar… you remember when I was gone for a few days? I camped out at a hotel because I had Hicky’s all over me. I was afraid you would see them. I’ve streaked in school. Been Principal Janson’s slave for a day. Slave SLAVE! I didn’t pull weeds or wash his car after the charity. He fucked me in his front yard then a farmer came over from the field and they both fucked me.”

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