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wife, Tricia slumbered on. He contemplated her blonde curls and the shapely curve of her hips beneath
the covers, and after considering it for awhile decided against waking her. Three days had passed since
their arrival at "Livingston's" and they had been three of the strangest days that Ike had ever known.
He was unable to get his mother-in-law out of his mind. Ever since that incredible night when he'd felt
her up out on the back porch ... What a sweet wet pussy! he'd been feeling utterly confused about what
to do next. Carrie herself seemed to treat him as though nothing had ever happened, and the couple of
times he had dared allude to their porch interlude, she had acted as though she really didn't know what
he was talking about.
But she had to remember!!! The way she was carrying on! The way his fingers had fucked hard up into
her naked pussy, and he'd felt her whole body trembling around them ... Just the thought of it now was
almost enough to make him cum!
Tricia had been spending a lot of time with her father which was fine with him ... kept her off his back,
but each night he had continued filming her on the video tape machine. He recalled how the night before
she had tearfully protested that if he continued to mortify her this way, she would "tell Daddy!" That
would be the day! Ike wondered if he should play back last night's scenes now, and then make it with
Tricia again ... but then he thought better of it. What he needed was something different ... something
spicy ... something like Carrie ... his mother-in-law!
He got up and put on a bathing suit and after gathering together his portable video tape recorder, lugged
it down to the pool. It was still fairly early and no one seemed to be stirring. After plugging the set into an
outlet in one of the dressing rooms, he set it up poolside, and then proceeded to film himself taking more
and more elaborate dives from the low diving board into the clear blue water of the pool.
* * *
That afternoon Carrie lay down on her fur covered chaise with a magazine. She sighed. She was glad
everyone had gone on the picnic. It gave her some much needed time to herself. Even though she hadn't
been showing it, her nerves felt more than a little frayed. The presence of so many members of the
family, all at one time could be wearing, she decided. Of course, she knew that it was really more than
that. It was what she had allowed to happen out there with Ike, the very first night they'd come! But she
tried not to think about that. It didn't seem possible that she had been that woman on the porch, groaning
out her lust at each of her son-in-law's deft touches!
A hot flush enveloped her as she recalled it, and once more she tried to send the memory to the farthest
reaches of her mind. She flipped the pages rapidly, scanning the interminable ads in the high fashion
magazine. Ordinarily she would be looking for ideas for clothes, but now she, without even realizing it,
hardly noticed what she was looking at. The thing to do was not to panic. If she had done something
wrong ... and certainly, she had ... the best thing for all concerned would be to keep a level head. She
must not ruin her daughter's life ... much less her own, by acting stupidly. After all, what was really so
awful about what she and Ike had done?? If it had been any ordinary man she would still be feeling the
tiny delicious pangs of guilt about being untrue to John. She would just have to get over feeling so terrible
just because this man was her own young 18-year-old daughter's husband! It would never happen
again ... after all ... and if it hadn't been for Jamie saying those ghastly things to her, she wouldn't have
drunk all that champagne ...!
She flicked on the FM radio beside her and putting down the magazine, lay her head back on the chaise,
stretching out her feet and taking a deep breath to relax the way Gloria Swanson said she did on TV.
She decided to enjoy the soft music and to let it float over her as she lay there in her cream colored silk
pants suit. Her matching mules eventually slipped from her feet, revealing her pearl-painted toenails, and
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