Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family. I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.
Kid stuff, Right? Book 7
We went to the concert it was in a soccer stadium. We met the girls at the train station and walked four blocks to the stadium. It was something else; we did not have seats, but we put down a blanket to cover the ground and these folding seat cushions for back support. We rented them for ten euros each; it made sitting on the soccer floor easier, it gave us space to dance, and we did dance. Two hours later, we danced with abandon, beginning with Smooth Operator from the first song to the last, the Sweetest Taboo.
We danced the entire show; all five of us were covered in the glow of the sweat we worked up on the fantastic Italian night. We ate street food, fried plantains, and a meat sausage made from beef and spiced just right. I pulled out my bottle of hot sauce, Deb and I used it, but just the smell scared off the couple. Finally, we said good night at the train station, and we all got kisses; we three walked arm in arm to the hotel.
Taking a much-needed shower, there was just enough room to get clean in. Taking liberties with my hands, kissing my Moms neck as Deb ate her pussy as my fingers sawed in and out of Cindy's pussy. Mom came then it was Deb's turn; you came soon after Mom started eating you. My fingers found both your holes to your screams as Cindy sucked your clit as my mouth bit your nipple, teasing you till you sprayed Mom's face.
I pull Cindy up and lick your twos juices off your faces as Mom, her face now clean, sucks my hard cock in her hot mouth. I did not finish cleaning Deb, but you dropped to your knees, and you two fought over my hard cock till I lost my load, starting another fight to see who could get the most cum off and out of my cock. We slept like angels waking to a call from the movers at about nine am.
We took a train, and as we were walking to the Villa Dell'Amore Materno, or in English, Villa of Motherly Love. Finding out the name of our home would have been enough to buy it off just that. We bought new beds and a mix of old and new furniture in Milan. We were arriving at the village of Dell'Amore, or The Way of Love, getting there an hour earlier than the movers. Stopping at a scooter store, we bought two Vespas mine was a 1978 model in bright red, and Mom was a hot pink 2000 model. It had a fair basket in the back for shopping, and mine had a deep basket in the front for fresh bread or wine.
Deb did not like driving two wheels, so we did not get her one. Getting to the Villa to meet the movers, they were two hours late getting to us, but it did not bother us as the last two weeks living in a hotel gave us a calm over things, not in our control. We had the master bath and closet enlarged we took out a sitting room off the master bedroom. We can thank the Realtor's help completing the work in two weeks; the first two estimates were six months. The Realtor made one phone call; the numbers for the work fell between the other two, and the remodeling was finished in two weeks. It was a good-looking job; we had to let the tile work dry another day. We stayed in town till the work was done after we paid and signed the papers. We applied for a temporary residence permit.
We found a photo album behind a Sheetrock wall from 1880; it showed what we thought was a sitting room off the main bedroom was a nursery. There were photos there of the framing of the building, twelve by twelve oak beams bolted together with steel bolts. The basement and foundation had columns and poured concrete, making an excellent wine cellar. Unfortunately, there was no listing of a wine cellar when we bought the house, much less a basement. I was told to go exploring, as heaving lifting was still not on my list of things to do. I was exploring with a bright led flashlight.
I found a locked door to a staircase going down. I had seen the ring of keys on the key hook by the back door off the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs, I found a game room covered in dust. It needed upgrading. The light was broken, but a little light came in from a dozen painted-over windows on both sides of the room. It was at least the size of the living room upstairs.
A slate pool table was covered in a drop cloth; the pool cues were warped, but the table looked flat. A dartboard with chalk scoreboard, a games table with poker chips, a roulette table, three old-school arcade video games from the 70s or 80s, a matched pair of tube stereo amps with speakers, and what looked like a wall of albums of at least fifteen hundred, and two doors. One door led to a wine cellar; it was two steps down, and the brick walls were covered in age. The wood wine racks were full; the oldest was 1932 the latest was 2001.
I picked up two bottles, one from each year, and sat them at the door. There were at least two thousand bottles. The other door went to the building's well room with its water filtration system for the house, air conditioner, and boiler for steam heat to radiators. Another door thicker than the others opened to a gun room, and a 27-meter target range was there. Four long air guns were there, as were four Olympic air pistols.
There were shotguns, rifles, and tons of ammo, not tons, just metal boxes marked 'U.S. 50. Cal beltless', one for each caliber. There was a water-cooled machine gun, but the gun was taken apart, and I saw broken parts on a repair counter. I took photos of all the weapons there. I found her in the bedroom, Mom cleaning, and told her what I found. I asked for the lawyer's number. I called him and told him what I saw, and he asked for a list of what was there. I went down, made a list of all the firearms on my phone, and sent it with photos. He called me back, and the Police were coming to get all but three of the guns. I picked a 9mm, 22-long rifle bolt action, a double barrel shotgun, a few ammo boxes, and all the air rifles and pistols.
I sat on the front steps drinking coffee. The Lawyer and the Police drive up, and they greet me politely. I offered coffee and water. I had some fresh pastries from town to offer.
The officer says. "We don't care for the air guns, but the machine gun is an issue. Can we see it? Thank you for your hospitality."
Four officers, after our coffee, went down to the basement with me as they had a list of the weapons they were taking, and they made trip after trip forty-eight long guns and ten pistols. I pointed out the three I wanted to keep. One of the officers said in Italian he's an American bet he can't hit the broad side of a barn; they all shoot on auto spray and pray."
I pick up an Olympic air pistol. Loading a pellet and charging it aiming at the paper target down range cocking the air chamber and taking the safety off, I fire it hitting at five o'clock outside the black ring. I heard chuckles. I load and fire five; all five are in two holes less the thickness of a pencil lead away from the rest. I flip a switch it brings the target back to the line. An officer turned the target around and set it back to its stop. Five shots later, he has four touching and one a half inch further away.
He says. "I just got out-shot by a kid. I was on the Olympic shooting team. You shoot this well with a firearm?"
I lifted my shirt and showed my gunshot and showed my arm.
I say. "I am, but it hurts like shit to get shot been shot twice. I hit my targets they did not go to the hospital. I shot to defend my home and my ladies. That's why we're here. I'm hoping not to repeat getting shot."
They loaded up an SUV with it all and left. Mom rubbed my back and says. "You handled that like your Dad; you guys shoot all the guns before they took them away?"
