It was very, very strange waking up like that. I'll fall asleep in front of the TV late at night, that happens a lot, but it was 7 AM and broad daylight on a hot August morning, and I was still in front of the TV. I'd gotten off work about midnight, came straight home and thought I'd settle in to watch SportsCenter before going to bed, maybe an old movie on one of the satellite movie channels. Now my favorite way to watch TV is laying on my stomach on the plush carpet I put into this house we bought 3 years ago, and I love to stretch out naked. We designed the house so the TV room was only accessible from the master bedroom: it's like a theater where I can be comfortable and there's an overstuffed chair in back for my wife JoAnn to sit and knit.
JoAnn was gone, off to be with our older daughter and her newborn twins in Arizona. Damn, I just had such a dream: she was sucking my cock like she'd never done in her life and that's saying a lot. We've been married for 35 years, ran off when we were 20, and still couldn't get enough of each other. When we set up the living room, she wanted to sit behind me as I sprawled out because she said my ass was the most beautiful thing in the world. In that dream, she made me cum harder than I've ever cum in my life, and swallowed every drop, like she always does.
Oh, by the way, my name is Steve McAdams. I work the maintenance twilight shift at a small university in Missouri, usually get home around midnight or one. JoAnn and I have seven kids, all grown, and twelve grandchildren as of now. If our kids have the same sex drive we do, that second number will keep going up. I'm just an average looking guy, a little salt coming into my dark hair, strong enough to do what I want and smart enough to use the right tool when I need to. I fish and hunt, watch stock cars and spend time with my wife, even when I'm not fucking her.
So I'm laying naked on my stomach on my TV room floor, and I realize my dick is hanging through a hole in the floor, dangling into the basement. I'm worried that I can't pull it out through the hole in the carpet, it'll burn my skin when I pull it back through, but when I rolled over it comes up easily. Looking down, I see there's a couple of cuts that exposed all my junk. How did that get there?
When we converted this house, purchased for a song from drug dealers who liked to live a safe distance from their work, the rooms were laid out strangely, and one reason I wanted to set the TV room where I did was there was a hole in the floor big enough to put my wrist in. Why didn't I fill it? Well, I'm not spectacularly endowed, but when I lie on my stomach, my junk gets mashed, and this hole was a perfect place to put it when I lay down. Just laid the carpet in one piece, and had that little indentation as a cozy place for my cock and balls.
The basement was an apartment where someone else lived. It was my daughter Mandy's place.
It was three weeks before JoAnn and I were in Arizona, to be with Jenny when she had her babies. Thirty year old Jenny and her husband had given up on having kids, and like usual, giving up is a great way to ensure you get pregnant. We'd taken a hotel room to make sure we had some privacy: they'd adopted a couple of kids from Russia, and although we love them, they're a handful and we didn't think we'd be comfortable staying with them.. Now I know JoAnn doesn't look exactly the same as she did as a teenager, her lovely short blonde hair melding gracefully to grey and her pure ivory white skin showing wrinkles, neither do I, but even after 35 years and 7 kids, my cock and her pussy still hunger for each other, and Grandma and Grandpa need a place to fuck unmolested.
I was riding her hard in the hotel room, watching her slightly sagging boobs do a chaotic dance and getting off on her lovely nipples weaving around randomly as I pounded her. She put her finger up my ass, and like Pavlov's dog, I shot my load in her pulsating cunt as she came hard on my cock. We stayed plugged in a few moments, then shifted to hold each other sideways as we came back to normal.
"I'm going to stay a while," she said out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"I'm going to stay, Jenny needs the help. Jeff has to work two jobs, and they don't have any family around here to help them. She's got two kids under five to cope with as well as two newborns; she needs help."
"Makes sense to me, Sweetheart, but I can't stay, I've got to go back to work next week."
"You can go home, honey. It'll be all right."
I swallowed hard, worried. "All right? We haven't spent more than three days apart since we got married. Yeah, I know I'm gone on hunting trips with the boys for a couple of nights from time to time, but no more than that. Babe, I need your loving."
She stroked my chest and smiled. "I'll miss your big boy, too. But it'll be all right. Mandy will cook for you and take care of the house. You'll be able to watch all the baseball games and drink beer you want without me griping at you. It's time we took a break."
I shook my head. "Mandy's a mess, and undependable. Ever since she started hanging out with her two old high school friends, she does nothing but get high when she's off work. It's been five years since she's graduated, and has no ambitions past that night shift at the nursing home. I don't think she'll ever get out of our basement."
"Honey, Mandy's a good girl and she'll surprise you," she replied, giving me a peck on the lips. "We may need her to take care of us when we're old and decrepit."
"Shit. I don't like this."
"I know, and I'm sorry, honey. Jenny needs the help and I can't say no. Mandy'll take care of you."
I grabbed her ass and started squeezing it, which I knew turned her on. "You'll have to be ready to make it up to me when you get back."
She laughed, and darted into the bathroom.
It was three weeks later, and I was still naked on my TV room floor wondering what happened. I'd had a few beers when I got home, there were a couple empty cans next to my spot. I'am a deep sleeper when I drop off; the kids used to play all kinds of pranks on me while I was asleep. Things felt a bit different down below as well, like my balls had just been drained. My cock was a little slick, and when I touched it, it was a little oily. I sniffed my fingers: vanilla.
A quick look at the clock: 7:09. Mandy wouldn't be home for a couple of hours from her overnight shift at the nursing home. I wandered through the house, moving through the master bedroom, the front room, the kitchen and down the back stairs to the basement. We'd created a three room apartment for her down there with its own entrance in the back. It was rather spartan, but she'd fixed it up a little. It was a mirror image of the layout upstairs: her living room was in the back, featuring a pool table, a bedroom, bathroom and small kitchenette were at the front. I looked up at the hole in the ceiling: it was cut very carefully and had been taped shut, but the tape had been pulled back to let it gape open. Getting up on the pool table, I almost hit my head on the ceiling, but a close look at the hole showed nothing more. I squatted down and noticed a little bottle on the railing: it was a vanilla lubricant.
Suddenly, I needed a shower and as the water started, I thought about Mandy. She was the baby of the family, just turned 22. We had two girls out of seven, but Jenny and Mandy were 11 years apart and although they're extremely loyal to each other, Jenny was Mommy's girl and Mandy was Daddy's princess. The boys teased their sisters relentlessly at home and protected them ferociously away. Mandy is four years younger than her next older brother, I'd be out with the boys a lot, hunting, fishing, going to games, working in the garage, but when I got back to the house at night, Mandy would always want to be in Daddy's lap. When I tinkered in the garage, she played with her dolls in the corner. It was different when she became a teenager, but she seemed to find reasons to stick her head in and see what I was doing from time to time.
I finished my daily steaming, and as I toweled off, I thought of one day in particular. Jack and Jenny were off at college, but the other five decided it would be fun to skip school and spend the day by the creek. The boys got drunk on some cheap beer Harry bought with Jack's old ID, and Mandy played in the water and mud, ruining her clothes. When I got home, JoAnn and I lined them all up in the family room of the big old house we raised them in, and I took a belt to their bare asses. The boys cried and whimpered, hurt and humiliated by the unprecedented butt whipping, but Mandy took her punishment stoically, not moving or making a sound even though tears streamed down her face. After that, any reference to the Day We Got Our Asses Whipped would be enough to rein in the boys, but Mandy kept provoking us and trying to find pranks to pull for which we'd spank her for months afterward. After a couple of times, we noticed she seemed to like getting spanked, and switched to removing privileges, which cured her of misbehavior permanently.
Throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, I went back to the TV room to sit and watch the headlines. The hole in the floor was telling me a story I wasn't sure I wanted to hear.
