Chapter 3 - Daisy Mae
The morning after my wedding I woke up with a sore you know what and the feeling that I was like a time traveler who had been transported to someplace strange and exotic. I felt excited and a little surprised that I wasn't unhappy over my life being turned upside down, not even embarrassed out of mind that my whole family had fucked me. I'm using the word "fuck" in a broad sense to include what the women did at the reception when they had their turns. Mom went first, during the "Mother of the bride toast".
"Well, we'll see about that," I said to myself about not being unhappy, and I got out of bed, did the bathroom thing, and went downstairs for breakfast. Usually I put clothes on for that but since I was now a sex person I guessed it wouldn't be inappropriate to show up only in panties and a pink jersey with a picture of a Teddy bear that had a wide face with a drooling mouth and eyes where your nipples poked out. It was one of my wedding presents and I had slept in it.
My parents and grandparents were in the kitchen, and it was obvious they had been waiting for me. I honestly didn't feel like having more sex right then, not another drop, and I kicked myself for wearing what I was wearing. I needn't have been concerned.
"Sit down, Elle. We need to explain a few things," Mom said.
Well, basically the explanation was that my life was back to normal, sort of, sort of. Our family has six orgies a year plus special events like my wedding, and I would be required to go to those and have sex like mad at them in accordance with my wedding vows, but otherwise I could be my own boss where sex was concerned provided I always let at least one of my parents know before I had sex with any of our other relatives and that I would be careful about keeping my incest private.
As far as our house was concerned, I should try not to be a slut. Those weren't my mother's exact words but that was the idea. She did all the talking. My grandparents and Daddy looked like they had been lectured to before I got there, and I'm pretty sure they had been, and it was all because my mother was worried about me and Daddy. That worry might have been in the back of her mind where it wouldn't bother her too much once they decided to bring me into their sex club but now the worry was in the front of her mind because she had found out at the wedding that my cousin, Mary Jane, who is 20, was sharing the bedroom with my uncle Henry, her father, while her mother, my aunt June, had been kicked out and was sleeping in the guest room. Mom wasn't going to let that happen to her if she could help it.
Well, I didn't plan on trying to replace her with Daddy anyway. I wasn't that mean a person....yet. Plus, I wouldn't have many chances to try stealing Daddy away from her even if I wanted to because he is away a lot on his business trips. He was even going on one that afternoon and we wouldn't see him again for another week. As for my grandparents, they would be moving out and into an apartment in a couple of days to prevent Grandpa from continuing to be a bad influence on me. Anyway, that's how I interpreted Grandpa and Grandma having to leave and, sure enough, they were gone by the end of the week. So it was just Mom and me most of the time and for a while things really did settle down. I was still in school for the last month until I graduated and there was lots of stuff to do about that, including finals and especially including the Senior Costume Dance which is what the next part of my story will be about.
The Senior Costume Dance was different from the Senior Ball. It was a tradition at our school. Kids dressed up for the dance as historical figures. If you had a history course, like I did, you came to school in your costume one day during the week before the dance and gave a talk in your history class about the character you were being, and that was part of your grade for the course. The characters who got picked could be real life characters or fictional characters as long there was something historical about them. The boys naturally had lots more good choices than the girls had.
Mom suggested I be Eleanor Roosevelt or Queen Victoria or Clara Barton who was a famous war nurse but I decided to be Daisy Mae. She was Grandma's suggestion. I had never heard of Daisy Mae who was a comic strip character and a real sexy one way back when Grandma was growing up. Grandpa has a comic book collection and Daisy Mae was in some of the comic books that Grandma showed me. Daisy Mae was like a pioneer in the sexual revolution that happened during her years on her comic strip, Grandma informed me. The sexual revolution was when young people started having sex without worrying about it so much, like kids do today. Before then everyone worried about it all the time. Daisy Mae didn't have any actual sex because you couldn't put that in a comic strip. She was a symbol of sex, being what you would call a "total piece of ass." I could see why Daisy Mae, and what she represented, was important in our American history.
I just loved the costume! Daisy Mae wore a tiny tight skirt that had been a longer skirt but had been cut short with scissors and because of that it was jagged at the hem; also it barely covered her panties. The part of her outfit I liked best, however, was her top which was this polka dot off shoulder, sleeveless blouse that had a scooped neck for showing off Daisy Mae's tits. Daisy Mae was blonde like me and she had a great body and great legs. Grandma said I had the right looks for being Daisy Mae and that it would be a shame to be Eleanor Roosevelt when I could be a Daisy Mae for everyone to enjoy and think about fucking if they wanted to think about me that way. I had to agree with her.
So Grandma made me a Daisy Mae outfit on her sewing machine. I looked pretty sexy in it if I do say so. Grandma thought so also. So did the guys in this pickup truck who came along the first time I went outdoors wearing it. I was giving my costume a tryout to see how I felt going out in public in it. The skirt was navy blue and beneath it I had on pink panties you could almost see and if you did happen to see them because of a breeze blowing my skirt up, or whatever, I felt the pink color would go good with the navy blue. My blouse was white with big red polka dots. My tits are not as big as Daisy Mae's tits but they're nice, people like them. My hair was brushed down like Daisy Mae wore hers and it is blond like hers, like I said, only not as light blonde, I don't think. I had on lipstick to be as sexy looking as I could, like Daisy Mae always was.
Anyway, I had been out walking down the sidewalk for like thirty seconds when the pickup truck came by and slowed down to the same speed I was walking and the guy in the passenger seat hollered out the window for me to get in so they could give me a ride. I said no thanks and kept walking. The guy asked me again and I said no again. He asked me a third time. I was starting to get mad and I told him I knew what kind of a ride they wanted to give me. Then he called me a "bitch" and told me I was "asking for it" the way I was dressed and that he was "in a mind" to give it to me. Then the truck stopped and the guy got out. Before I could get away, he grabbed my arm and just then this car pulled up behind the truck and beeped its horn, and guess who got out of the car?
Grandpa. He was with four guys from his bowling team. They were on the way to the bowling alley when they saw me. Grandpa knew right away it was me because Grandma had told him about my Daisy Mae costume. Anyway, I guess the pickup truck guy decided he and his pal better get out of there because that's what they did. The truck zoomed off.
"Wow, thanks Grandpa," I said. "You guys probably saved me."
The other four old guys in the car were peering out the windows at me. I could tell they thought I was cute. Two of them got out of the car and came up beside Grandpa, who introduced them to me. Their names were Martin and Jeff. The others guys still in the car were Joe and Anthony. We waved to each other. Well, Martin and Jeff and Grandpa talked about me being Daisy Mae, saying what a treat it was to see a young person like myself bringing back the past this way, and that made me start getting big ideas like I often do, unfortunately, especially because of how I was reminding them of the days of their youths at the beginning of the sexual revolution, days that were now ancient history for them, which they must have been sad about, and also being grateful to them for probably saving me from being raped, and right in the middle of one of their nice comments about me I blurted,
"Grandpa, do you guys want to fuck me?"
The answer to my question was yes.
So instead of going to the bowling alley, the car turned around with me in it. Grandpa drove us to the nature park. On the way there, I sat in the back seat between Martin and Anthony. The other guys were in the front seat with Grandpa.
"Daisy Mae, would it be all right if we had a little hanky panky on the way?," Martin said.
He was very sweet and polite the way he said it so I said, "yes, that would be all right, Martin". Then Martin lifted up my skirt and put one of his old wrinkled hands between my legs. I wondered what Anthony was going to do. Anthony watched is all. Jeff and Joe in the front seat turned around and they watched too.
