The Longest Tie

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Chapter 3

The Present

I got up and rushed to the door in a panic. Fortunately I had locked the door as it rattled with John trying in vain to get in.

“John, I’m fine,” I shouted. I slipped the latch off and taking great care only my face was visible, I opened the door ajar. All my sons were there staring each with a strange look on their face.

“What’s going on, Mom?” John asked.

I thought desperately as I felt a dog’s snout against my ass and then a tongue licking at the sperm running out of my pussy and down my legs.

“Look, boys,” I finally said, “please don’t think bad at me…. I have company. Male company. Sorry, but even a mother of my age has needs.”

I didn’t wait for an answer but shut and locked the door as the dog licking at me grabbed me around my waist with his front paws and wrestled me down onto the floor. I couldn’t even see which dog it was.

In seconds the second beast sprung onto my back.

The Lead Up

I didn’t go back to the closet immediately as I had too much work to do. I had an exhibition of my work at the weekend I had asked my sons to help. I also gave them space to exhibit their photographic work including computer renderings and some new 3D work they were working on.

I had tracked down some of the local people who had bought my work and asked if I could borrow them for the show and all had agreed. I had to be particularly careful with those pieces.

I had 20 new works to exhibit, six of lighthouses including one of Grace Darling herself, and hopefully sell but my pride of place was a painting I had done of my three boys. I had them in a line, John, who was slightly the tallest in the middle. He was staring straight out to the front looking thoughtful. Peter and Paul were either side partly looking sideways on. All were dressed in casual slacks and open shirts of red, white and blue showing their hairy, muscular chests. Oh, boy, were they handsome.

They were horrible models and I had to resort to photographs but this was OK when they produced the 3D images of exactly what I was painting. It did make my job easier and their’s was win, win. I even had the 3D image enlarged to place it with the painting. The painting I had painted with so much love. It was my best work and it was not for sale.

The exhibition was a big success. My agent had promoted it well and the local media interviewed me and my sons and we were on the television.

I should have held it longer than the three days although all my paintings were sold on the first day.

It was the last day and the last hour, when things were winding down and my helpers had arrived to take down and crate the works that had to be returned when they walked in.

The three mature ladies I had seen at the Adult Store. They looked just the same. I prayed they didn’t recognize me.

They didn’t spend a lot of time looking at my work except the one of my sons. I could see they were admiring it. Then they came up to me.

“Grace Darling?” One of them asked? She had a low but very sensual voice.

“Yes,” I said. “Although my married name is Williams.” I replied. They each shook my hand. Each one gripped my hand and their fingers stroked my palm sending strange sensual shivers down my body.

They were dressed exactly the same. Long red dress, almost touching the floor, with plunging neckline showing off ample bosom. White pearl necklace and a silver cross and chain that stopped just at the start of the bosom but long enough to ensure the cross would nestle comfortably between the moons.

I was attracted to women and had had to try and wrestle with those thoughts and keep them buried in my mind from my early teens. I had a huge crush on one of my teachers at school and had taken a photograph of her and secretly kept it under my pillow at night. It took a lot of effort to finally tear it up and throw it away in case my mother had found it. I was very religious at the time and I knew it was very sinful to have such thoughts.

They introduced themselves as Jane, Joan and Joy. They are sisters and triplets. They had been moved by my painting of my three boys and looked approvingly when I said my sons were triplets, too. They wanted to buy the painting and asked me to name my price. I firmly told them it was not for sale. They understood. Then Joy asked me if there was somewhere private we could talk. I showed them to a small empty office and found some chairs.

Joy again did the talking.

“Grace. We have a proposition for you. We belong to a club and we want you to join. It will be well worth your time and you will find it very interesting I am sure. The meeting place is only fifteen minutes away from where you live.”

I nodded but wondered how they knew where I lived.

“And what is this club about?” I asked.

“It is called The Erotic Elderly Wives Club and we have your other erotic works of art on display. We are very pleased with the purchases we have made but we want you there now in person.” Joy smiled as did the other two sisters.

I gasped and I could feel my cheeks going red.

“How. How did you know?” I stuttered.

“We saw you in that Adult Store a few years ago and we knew instinctively you were the one.” Joy said.

“The one?” I asked. “The one for what?”

“You must come along and all will be revealed. You will enjoy it. We discuss erotic things. Fantasies. Nothing is taboo. We write talk about them and you have given us paintings of these imaginings. But it isn’t enough. We want a sensual younger woman to join us. Please don’t say No. It wouldn’t be a good thing for you if you did. We need you badly.” Joy said with no hint of malice but the intention was clear. My reputation would be ruined.

“Who else will be there?” I asked.

Four more women. All around the same age as us. All with the most delicious fantasies. All for you to enjoy. But you will know more when you come. We meet five days a week. Monday to Friday. Promptly at 7pm. We should finish around 11pm. Although in your case you may have to stay the night.”

“Stay the night? I can’t do that,” I was horrified.

“Of course you can. But as I said, tomorrow night all will be clear. I can promise you great enjoyment.” She handed me a card with a telephone number and address printed on it.

They stood up.

Joy had one more thing to say to me.

“When you come tomorrow wear a long dress but nothing underneath. And I hope you shave your pussy. If not, do it.”

“Am I expected to have sex with you?” I asked.

All three put a finger to their lips. They smiled and left me.

I still sat on the chair wondering what I was going to do.

 

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  • Pat69

    I thought I was through being a critic. But this one had the germ(s) of a good theme, or more. But too many themes rolled into on story – at least for me – dilute the heat that could have been. Incest, yes, I like that, too. But that could have been a great story by itself. The sons were too old to make it exciting. The extraneous males. The “pig woman” was a waste of time. But the absolute worst was the dog costume. I’ve seen pictures, mostly drawings, of it and it’s too ridiculous to ever be in any way sensual or sexy. I guess most out there like it, but all the mixed genres – plus the ‘usual’ instant eagerness of the star – just dilutes all the dirty emotions I look for. Just my opinion.

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