All characters over the age of 18.
A sleepy little town, seemingly lost in time, Hidden Acres was located well off any highway and the only people who seemed to find it were travelers hopelessly lost. The locals were friendly, if standoffish, salt of the earth folks. It had it's uppercrust socialites, blue collar workers and growing families like any other American town, but the people of Hidden Acres were drawn to a way of life modern people would recoil from. The tendrils of this primal force were long and patient. Even those who moved to this idyllic village late in life were eventually brought around, much to their delight.
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She steered her car through the quiet neighborhood, quite pleased with herself. Sandra Wainwright had had a busy Friday between the Junior League meeting, meal prep for her parents and a bit of a flirt with the pool boy. It was the last that left a cheeky smile upon her lips and a warm glow to her skin that she relished. The sight of Johnny's johnson tenting his board shorts had given her a tickle where she liked it and now as she remembered the moment it was happening all over again. By the time she pulled up to the curb outside her parent's ranch home her breasts ached and her nipples were hard.
Getting out of the car, she smoothed her skirt and adjusted her angora sweater down. It wasn't yet too warm to wear the figure hugging top, but soon it would be and that would be a shame. It was her favorite and she simply loved the way it looked on her.
A car honked as it drove by and the man in the car turned his head to gawk at her. Still feeling the glow, she brushed her soft blond hair over her ear and gave him a coy smile, her red lips parting to reveal brilliant white teeth. Another honk and Sandra looked up at the same time as the driver did and saw another car in the street. There had nearly been a collision! The second driver yelled out his window as they passed one another and then they were gone.
Sandra hadn't always been beautiful. In high school she was awkward and geeky, her lanky body did not have the curves she would later acquire. As such, she had never been very popular. Once she'd had a baby though, the extra weight filled her out in ways she could never have expected and absolutely loved. Her breasts had grown two cup sizes and her derriere had rounded out very nicely. She had expected to lose the weight after the baby was born, but three years later it all seemed permanent, for which she was ecstatic. So was her husband, Dave.
Grabbing the containers from the back seat, Sandra made her way to the front door and knocked. A moment later her mother answered and ushered her in with a hug and kiss to the cheek.
"You don't have to bring us food all the time," her mother, Edna, admonished. "I can cook, you know?"
"Yes mother, I know. These are just in case meals."
"Just in case I go-" the older woman's words were cut off by a hacking cough. When she recovered she said, "Just in case I go tits up."
Sandra guided her mother to her recliner and offered her a glass of water from the end table. "You know it's not like that. I just want to make sure that if you get too tired you won't have to go to all the trouble." Once she saw her mother had recovered she said, "I'll just put these away."
In the kitchen Sandra opened the freezer and saw that the meals she had made the previous week were all gone. Placing the plastic containers inside, she turned to see that the empties were stacked on the counter in preparation for her visit. 'She may be able to cook,' Sandra thought, 'but I think her and dad would prefer I do it for them.' Shaking her head, she smiled at her mother's brave attitude.
Returning to the living room she found her mother dozing. Grabbing an afghan off the sofa, she tucked her mother in for a nice nap. Looking about, she wondered where her father was and then a second later she realized she should have known. He would be in the study.
"Daddy? Are you not going to come visit with me?" Sandra called out as she headed down the hall.
Her father, Earl, at 65 was five years younger than her mother. He was in much better health than his wife and though he took good care of Edna, her condition had taken its toll on him. He could be out living a very active life, but Edna wouldn't have been able to keep up. Even so, he kept busy and exercised in his own way to stay fit. Sandra's mother often remarked that the widows at church were all watching for her to die so they could kick her body to the side as they scrambled to get their hands on her husband.
She found him in his study, his back to the door as he worked at his computer. Sandra thought to surprise him by sneaking up from behind and covering his eyes with her hands, like he did with her when she was little. On tiptoes she approached and was about to reach around his face when she caught sight of his computer monitor.
A woman with blond hair and huge fake titties was being hammered by an obscenely large cock. The veiny shaft was slick as it slammed into her reddened pussy, her large labia flapping wildly with the force of his thrusts. The squishy sounds of their fucking was louder than the woman's muted moans and the huffing breath of the male actor.
The ember of arousal she had felt earlier suddenly flared to life and she felt herself gush with excitement. Her nipples became erect in an instant and if she had bothered to look, she'd have seen them poking through her sweater. Suddenly she felt very hot, her face red and her pussy aching.
Ever since she gave birth to Janie, Sandra found that she got excited very easily, sometimes to her dismay. A stray thought would cause her to become slightly aroused and the sight of her husband naked was more than enough to put her in the mood for a good roll in the hay. Luckily Dave always seemed to be ready for whatever she wanted.
