Standing In For Dad Ch 44

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Doc gave both Beth and Barnes a thorough examination, even checking for sexual abuse for Beth. Both of them were okay and he concluded they had just been knocked out. Pupils were contracting fine, so they didn't seem to have concussions. Doc decided to just watch over them until they came to and then continue his observations.

"Brannigan, can your field office return the car to the rental place and the clothes to us at the cottage?"

Brannigan nodded and got on his phone. After securing the vehicle he gave everyone an update, "Well, the local police had been monitoring that particular gang due to their activities. They saw us go into the warehouse and after we left, they got forensics in there to start processing the place. They suspect it was a paramilitary group due to the precision and speed of the strike."

"As to the gang hideout, they are completely baffled. Cameras picked up grenade launchers appearing out of thin air and blowing the place up and suddenly there were multiple hot fires that quickly had the place fully involved. They did see the delivery truck leaving the scene, but they didn't see anyone."

DC was confused, "How could they not see the SEAL squad?"

One of the LTs pulled out his poncho and put it on, disappearing right in front of DC and Dennis. Dennis raised an eyebrow, "They were talking about that shit just as I got out. That shit is amazing!"

DC's mouth was dragging the floor. He couldn't help himself and asked, knowing it was now a cliché with this group, "Who the hell are you people?"

Everyone had a good chuckle and Dennis replied, "That is above our pay grade, boss."

Doc called out, "There waking up."

Harry and Dad and the Lieutenants crowded the small room with Doc. Harry asked, "How are you feeling?"

Barnes quietly said, "Massive headache, but no worse for wear. I knew you guys were coming for us. I just didn't think you could make it to us that fast."

Beth was crying, "I was so looking forward to a quiet vacation." She turned towards Barnes, "I was going to make this a vacation you would remember for the rest of your life. I am so sorry." She sighed, "And all the sexy clothes I bought to wear for you are now gone."

Barnes pulled Beth into a gentle hug and let her cry, "My wonderful pet, we are alive. I was worried I might lose you to those uncouth morons. Having you with me in one piece is the best memory I could ever have."

We took our cue and left the room. Doc said, "Take it easy, but enjoy joining the mile high club." He shut the door behind him, and we gave them their privacy.

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Barnes was about to console Beth again when she gently put her finger to his lips. She stood up and began to sensually undress in front of him. Taking off her clothes and playfully turning this way and that as she freed her breasts, teasing him with partial glimpses before a full reveal. Beth placed both her hands to the sides of Barnes' head and whispered, "My dearest Master, your pet needs your attention." Beth moved her nipples to his lips, and she reveled in the sensation of her man suckling on her breasts as his hands roamed over her body.

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DC sat quietly, assessing this extended family that was now part of his family. He concluded he was at the right place and the right time to really help make a difference in the world. He knew he could not manipulate Harry or the members of his group, they would see right through that and resent it. But he could facilitate what they had already started. With his international businesses, he could present situations to them and let them do what they do best. Maybe it was time to clean up the major trash depots of the world.

DC made plans to get Harry into the White House. He was adept at making or breaking politicians and Harry was the first person he had met who was all about family and country and helping those in need... damn the consequences.

"This could work." He softly said to himself. It would start with the wedding. He needed to talk to Izzy about the guest list."

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It was early morning by the time the group got back home. Most everyone was up, and they immediately got to work feeding and caring for everyone. The SEALs, along with Dennis, faded back into the woods after getting a bite to eat. Everyone slept through the morning until they were awakened by the dining staff for a late lunch at 1300 hours.

Lunch was thinly sliced, grade A Wagyu prime rib shipped directly from Snake River Farms out of Melba, Indiana. It was served with a thick red-eye gravy on a hoagie bun covered with sauteed mushrooms, Poblano peppers, and onions with a bit of shredded Colby cheese on top. The cheese was from Hook's Cheese Company, and it is part of an elite club of cheeses that have earned the title of World Champion (1982).

To drink we enjoyed a Guinness Foreign Extra Stout which is a black beer with a frothy head. The nose is robust with roasted and intense notes of dark chocolate, caramel and dried fruits. The flavor is full bodied with coffee notes balanced with subtle sweetness and low bitterness. It pared well with the smokey meat and earthy flavors of the fixings.

To clean the palate after lunch the aspiring chefs had made individual vanilla custards and freshly ground Arabica coffee. The custards were light as a feather, had a delightful, thin, crispy crust, and were so delicious they made your tongue slap the top of your mouth.

Millie then sent everyone out fishing for dinner. Dad, Brannigan and Doc went in one boat and Marion, DC and I grabbed another, and we went in opposite directions hunting Musky.

We all had been kitted with Croix -- Legend Tournament "Big Nasty" 9-foot rods with Shimano -- Tranx PG baitcasters rigged with Cortland Musky Master 100-pound-test braided line and Stealth Tackle 200-pound-test fluorocarbon leader. We used plastic lures from Musky Innovations (a magnum quad dawg in Hanson Perch and BL special). The other rod had on a Chaos Tackle's Monster Medusa in Teqkilla coloring. Dad and his group went deep, looking with their fish finders, to find some big muskie while we went to the shallows.

We bobbed our plastic baits in a slow retrieve, covering quite some distance. After about an hour of moving through the shallows DC got the attention of a monster 5-foot, 50 pounder that followed his bait to the boat. I instructed him to make a large figure eight with his bait on a short line and the muskie soon got tired of playing and bit the heck out of the bait before hauling ass.

The fish was so large and took off so quickly, DC was unprepared and almost lost his whole rig. I grabbed him, keeping him from going overboard, and the fight was on. DC hollered. "Oh shit!" He did hold onto his rig as he lost his balance, though. He was heading overboard when I grabbed him and hauled him back into the boat. That muskie was pissed! It took out so much drag, with DC holding on for dear life, I thought I might need to douse the drag with lake water to cool it down.

Eventually the muskie tired and DC was in a two-way fight. Marion kept messing with him as we both sat down and grabbed some beers. "Hey! DC! You gotta quit letting him take all your line if you actually want to eat him later today!"

DC scoffed through gritted teeth, "This thing is a man eater! How am I supposed to man handle a fish this size?"

I laughed, "Yeah, that is what my wife says when she wants to give me a blowjob. This isn't about sex, though. Work it in and let's get the cooler all wet."

DC shook his head and laughed. After about half an hour he finally got the fish to the boat, and I used the boat's Pristis fish lip pliers to secure the muskie. I hauled it into the boat and used some long needle nose pliers to retrieve the bait before putting the fish in the large ice chest.

DC grabbed a beer, sat his ass down, smiled and said, "I got mine. You two slackers need to put on your big boy panties and get yours."

Dad called me on his phone, "We got a 60 pounder! I thought Brannigan was going to shit his pants when his pole almost drug his ass into the lake! Man had a religious experience!"

"We got about a 50 pounder. Same with DC. Man was having a cow! One more landed should be enough so holler when you get your next hook-up of a big one and we will do the same." Just as I was hanging up my phone, Marion hooked about a 40 pounder. It being a good bit smaller, Marrion was still messing with DC, "I just don't understand why it was so difficult bringing in your fish! This one practically wants to jump in the boat!"

DC laughed, "Size matters, Marion. That's all I'm saying!"

I was absolutely rolling. "Dang Uncle! You going to let him get the better of you?"

Marion just smiled, "Yeah, I know we are talking about fish." He said as he chuckled.

DC smiled into his beer.

I called dad, "We got another one, about 40 pounds."

Dad responded, "Okay, let's take them to the cook shack and meet up in the middle of the lake to drink some beer and tell fishing lies."

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We had been chilling out, bullshitting, telling stories for a while when Mom called and asked if we would like to meet Jake's friend who brought whiskey.

All I am saying is it was a race to the dock.

When we got back, we all disrobed and jumped into the pool to get the fish smell off. Drying quickly, we got into the house and sitting at the bar was an authentic, backwoods, Tennessee, blonde, bombshell, built like a brick shit house, female hillbilly. DC smiled at her obvious discomfort and walked straight up to her, his cock swinging in the breeze, and gave her a hearty handshake. "You must be Pete's sister!"

"Ah am! Name's Max! His bro wuz busy hunt'n an 'e' sent me in his stead. Ah brought ya'll 25 gallons 'o' pure shine an a gallon sampler 'o' the coffee liqueur, peppermint schnaps, peach schnaps, and a creamy coffee liqor at is better 'n' Bailey's."

One of the agents politely asked, "Max, are you hitched or spoken for by any chance?"

Max laughed and slapped her bare, shapely thigh, "O hell naw! Mah pappy and bros give me all the sexin Ah needs! Ya'll know how it is bein raised up 'n' tha backwoods. Ya get dick when ya can. Kin er no kin."

Max saw his state of arousal and winked, stood up, lifted her short jeans skirt to reveal she was not wearing panties, sat down lifted her knees and said, "Come 'n' let ol Maxie take care 'o' that thar pigsticker!" Max's pussy was well shaved with a landing strip that proved she was a natural blond.

The agent didn't need a second invitation and he slipped inside Max's moist, warm depths and groaned as she held his head and deep kissed him, wrapping her thighs around his waist and locking him to her with her crossed feet. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, and she quickly pulled off her tube top revealing a nice set of boobs. The light pink areola puckered with her excitement and her large, protruding nipples further testament to the enjoyment she was receiving.

"Mmmm, ya feelin good fer a govment man. Most 'o' them thar revinuers got small dicks. Ah used ta let em have a go iffin thay overlooked our stillery back 'n tha day."

Mom had pulled out several shot glasses and had filled each one with a good sip of peach schnapps for the first round. All but the pure stuff was 90 proof. DC took his glass and let the schnapps roll around in his mouth and over his tongue. The flavor was like sucking on a perfectly ripe, lightly sweet, succulent U.S. Fancy grade A Georgia peach. There was no bitterness, no alcoholic aftertaste, no unusual finish: just like drinking pure peach nectar.

"Wow," was the group's consensus.

As Max was moaning her enthusiastic encouragement to her lover, Mom handed everyone a small bite of whole wheat bread to cleanse their palates and then poured a sip of each of the special selections in turn. Everyone was extremely impressed with the outstanding flavors of each offering. The final swig was the 180-proof shine by itself.

DC, having a very educated palate for spirits, smelled the partial shot, which reminded him of sweet vanilla caramel, swirled it around the shot glass to see its line, and sipped it into his mouth. He, like Jake and Walsh before him, was expecting the familiar burn of high-octane alcohol which never came. He tasted the initial wave of white oak which gently gave way to elusive coconut and fruit flavors and swallowed what he would have sworn was water until the heat of his mouth caused vapors to accumulate that let him know when he took a breath that it indeed was not water.

DC got on his phone and called his son, "Hey dad! Did you get a chance to try the shine?"

"Yes, how much do you need, Son. Let's get this done. Call the family lawyer and get a contract written up. Also, check to see if you can pay back taxes on that mountain. If so, you should be able to get the deed at a rock bottom price (pun intended). Let me know where to wire the money when it is all said and done."

"So, you liked it as much as Walsh and I then."

"Best damn shine I have ever tasted, Son. Get on this, it is a gold mine."

Just then, Max leaned over and plopped DC's cock into her mouth and gave him a few sucks. "Tis a bidness doin pleasure wit ya!" she said as she winked after lifting her head to speak before going back down on DC.

In moments, the whole place was alive with the sounds and smells of hot sex.

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When the student chefs got the fish, they immediately filleted them out and meticulously pulled all the Y bones. They then placed the fish into sealed containers of Pineapple juice for thirty minutes. Muskie is a lightly flavored fish, but it is considered an almost 'tough' meat. Pineapple has enzymes that very quickly tenderizes meat but anything over about 30 minutes of marinating will turn any meat to mush.

After the marinating was done the fish was washed really well to stop the process and then placed in bags with 4 tablespoons of key lime juice, 3 tablespoons of melted and clarified butter, ⅔ cup of orange marmalade, 2 teaspoons of horseradish, a teaspoon of garlic powder, a teaspoon of coriander and some Red Beard's roasted jalapeno hot sauce per 2 pounds of fish. This was allowed to sit for another 30 minutes before the fish was cubed and put into bags with a mix of 3/4ths flour to 1/4th corn starch to coat before being fried in hot peanut oil. After frying salt and pepper were dusted over the fish.

The fish was served with a side cup of orange marmalade and key lime juice mixture.

The fish was accompanied by Cole slaw, jalapeno and corn and onion infused, beer based, fried hush puppies, and a sweet corn and scallion relish over white rice. Dinner was a bit late as the wives and girlfriends of the SEALs who were helping the chefs kept getting kidnapped, along with the willing female student chefs, for quickies and then released on good behavior. Much to the delight of everyone. When the chefs loaded the pontoon boat with the chafing dishes, they left plenty for the SEALs to raid for their dinner with strict instructions to get some food to the local officers who were still helping with security.

Dinner was served 'Al Fresco' at the pool. The fish was tender, flaky, and had a peppery 'citrus note' flavor profile. The peach schnapps that Max brought was the drink of choice mixed with sweet tea to ensure no one got drunk off their asses. After dinner the entire family applauded the students on their marvelous take on a very tricky fish to cook well.

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After dinner Max joined everyone in the pool and came over to Mom and me. We were talking about how our lives were going. Mom mentioned she had felt more alive this last year than she had in a while. "I never regretted getting out of the Agency in order to raise you, but after you went to college and with dad still active, life was getting a bit boring."

I chuckled, "Yeah, this year has been anything but boring. Mom, coming up on the first-year anniversary of Dad's passing, you may have some depression. Please talk to DD about it should the need arise?"

"Oh baby, I have been," she said as she patted my cheek. Her eyes shifted to an approaching Max and she smiled, "Seems Max has been told and wants a taste."

Max overheard her and smiled, "Yep, Ah been tol yer boy here has a magical cock. Ya min iffin I tap in 'n take this here dance?"

Barbara smiled and winked, "I love your mountain vernacular, it is so cute. And you are such a beautiful woman. I caution you, though. He will ruin you for other men. He has me and most of the others here already."

Max smirked, "That so?" Max looked at me, "When momma be braggin bout her baby boy's love makin it be time ta take notice. Mind iffin Ah sample them goods?"

Mom gave me a kiss and moved away to give Max access to my front. I asked Max, "You want a long slow burn or hard, fast, furious, and mind blowing?"

Max laughed, "Blow ma mind big boy. Let meh sees whatchagot."

Mom shook her head, "You don't know what you are asking for, Max. You will not want to come back to us."

Max raised an eyebrow but said nothing. My cock had already risen due to mom's closeness so I helped Max lift herself up and she held my cock in her strong yet supple hand, guiding me into her slick pussy.

"Mmmm, Harry, yer cock feels gud but ain't nuttin specIEEEEAHHHH!" Max screamed as I pulsed chi up her spine to her pleasure center. She immediately began breathing quickly and shallowly. Looking deeply into my eyes and cried, "Don't stop!"

I took Max like a man on a mission, slamming her pussy and clit with my pelvis, and as my balls made contact with her butt cheeks I pulsed chi into her. She wanted it hard and heavy... she got hard, heavy, and overwhelming pleasure. After about five strokes Max was whimpering, panting, and drooling as she rode wave after increasing wave of climaxes until her mind rose above it all and watched as her body responded to the pleasure.

When I saw that change in Max I stopped the chi and just pounded away at her pussy until I came. She barely grunted a response as her body was still in severe aftershocks from climaxing so hard for so long. I held her close, my cock still buried inside her as she slowly came around. Her body was shivering and the occasional spasm racked her body.

I whispered in her ear, "Do you now understand my mother's warning?"

Max slowly nodded her head, "Fuck, Ah'm ruined!"

Mom came back with a cup of orange juice and a smile, "I tried to tell you honey."

Max swallowed the juice and placed the cup on the edge of the pool. Looking to mom while she laid her head on my shoulder she said, "Thank ye. Yous right, maw. Ah ain nevah been sent ta that place yer boy sent meh and I di-int wanna come back. Harry, ya could rule tha world wit that cock o yorn."

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Breakfast was served bright and early. I woke up to the smell of freshly ground coffee percolating downstairs. Max and Sue were cuddled into each side of me, each with a leg over and breasts pressed against my sides. I guess I startled both women as they both woke and were smiling like Cheshire cats who stole the cream. My stomach grumbled and both ladies moved to get up so the three of us could bathe before going downstairs.

"Thank ye, Sue. Fer sharin yer man."

Sue winked with a smile, "I'm sure you have realized that one woman cannot hope to keep up with him. I appreciate your help last night."

We walked down to the kitchen just as breakfast came over. Chafing dishes full of Savory Apple-Chicken Sausages made from diced tart apples, poultry seasoning, salt, pepper, and ground chicken formed into thick patties and fried in a mix of butter and peanut oil and Chalah French Toast whose recipe included half-and-half cream, eggs, honey, vanilla extract, ground cinnamon, salt, grated orange zest, cardamom, and day-old challah bread.

Toppings for the toast were available on the side and included butter, maple syrup, fresh berries, whipped cream, and confectioners' sugar. The coffee had a small amount of Max's family's rendition of Bailey's Irish Cream.