Traditions: Hollywood and Mine, is the final chapter, Part 6, of the "Traditions -- Summer Vacation" series. Enjoy reading and please feel free to comment, good or bad, and to vote.
"Ok, I'm off to work," my mother said, reaching out to give me a hug as she was leaving for work. Putting her face close to my ear she whispered, "You be good, don't embarrass me, you know your Aunt is going to be there, too." Pulling back, she spoke again to Mary and Aunt Tracy, and me, "You all have fun and we'll see you in a few days. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" That last statement was an all-in-fun line that we all regularly used in our family, knowing exactly that it was a double entente: whenever anyone was going to be off without everyone else present. I understood exactly that she was telling me, without telling me, to keep it in my pants. It wasn't exactly the thought that I was hoping for. An hour later the three of us headed out, with me driving, as the San Diego rush hour had abated. By the time we got to the greater Los Angeles area, the rush hour there had also abated, and our commute was virtually slow-down free.
I was escorting Aunt Tracy and my cousin Mary to see some sights and attractions in the Los Angeles area. We'd suggested Disneyland, but they decided it wasn't adult enough for them. Together they'd decided they wanted to see Hollywood, do Universal Studios, and Magic Mountain, and come back along the beach cities, with maybe a few hours playing in the ocean. They had thought that all of us would be going, but Mom and Dad both had a scheduled vacation so they couldn't take more time off and my sister Andrea had to work. She was devastated that we couldn't take her along, but her job required her to be home, and since her university required money to pay for it, her priorities dictated that she had to stay. I expect her disappointment was somewhat assuaged by our last two nights of sexual activities with Mary.
I, on the other hand, was hoping that, somehow, I'd get to spend some "alone" time with my sexy cousin. But with her mom chaperoning I wasn't sure that would happen. Admittedly thinking with my cock and being quite self-centered about it, I was really hoping that perhaps we could get alone long enough that she would be able to at least give me a blowjob. I was really becoming quite addicted to her oral skills but I had little hope of that.
Hollywood was exactly as it has always seemed to me: dirty, crowded, and greatly over-exaggerated in importance by movie watchers. Having done the "Let's see Hollywood" visit many times before with other visitors, I pretty well had an idea of what was where. Seeing Grauman's Theatre, the Hollywood sign on the hill, walking Hollywood Boulevard and looking at embedded stars in the sidewalk of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans and other stars who had died years before, or in the case of the Muppets and Bugs Bunny weren't even real; seeing Ripley's Believe-It-Or-Not Museum (a relic of the 50's and 60's in my opinion) on a sticky afternoon with the temperature in the high 90's - by early afternoon we'd seen more of everything than I desired. When Aunt Tracy suggested we could drive up and around the Griffith Park Observatory before heading to the hotel, it made for a perfect exit to the bumper-to-bumper traffic on Hollywood Boulevard. We ended up stopping and spending a couple of hours at Griffith Park before finally heading back down the hill to the hotel at rush hour. What would have been a 10-minute trip to the Hilton in Universal City just two hours earlier turned into a full hour in the bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic. Finally arriving at the hotel, everyone agreed that a shower before going to dinner would be a good start to the evening.
I hadn't really thought about sleeping arrangements. I was surprised when Aunt Tracy said we would all be sharing a single room, I thought she'd indicated there were to be two rooms. Aunt Tracy said there was no need for that and a single room with two king-size beds was virtually half the price. It seemed the obvious arrangement to me that Mary and Aunt Tracy would share one bed and I'd get the other. Hearing that we would be sharing a room, my visions of Mary visiting and maybe we would get a chance to fuck each other's brains out, or perhaps I could get a blow job again, seemed to disappear.
Luckily, I had specifically made sure I had thrown in a pair of gym shorts before leaving home. I normally wore them for running, but as I normally slept naked at home, they made for a nice cover-up since I was going to be sharing the room with my Aunt.
Mary went in for a shower first leaving Aunt Tracy and me alone. "So, I guess you and Mary and Andrea all got along pretty well last summer at the farm?" my Aunt started once Mary had disappeared into the bath.
"Yeah, we had a lot of... fun," I said, only momentarily hesitating before the word "fun" as my mind had immediately scratched and clawed for a descriptive word that wouldn't tell too much about what we'd really done. "Horseback riding, swimming at the Timbers, going to Cedar Rapids for the ballgame. I can't say as the family reunion was all that memorable for me, truthfully I didn't know anyone there."
"Don't you mean skinny dipping at the Timbers and fucking in the loft?"
I know my eyes bugged out and I blushed. I really had no idea that Aunt Tracy had any clue about what we had done. That Mom must have talked with her became instantly apparent. "Ugh... I uh..." I stammered, looking up to see her face looking right at me, solemn and not laughing -- right up until she broke into a grin.
"Didn't know that I knew, did ya?" she said, laughing, as she turned and continued to unload her clothes from the suitcase into the dresser. I had just brought my normal duffel bag with a few changes of clothes, but Mary and Tracy had packed for their three-week trip and had larger bags along.
"How uhm..." I stammered again, not sure what exactly to say.
"How do I know?" She said, picking up on my unfinished question. "Mary told me about the two of you, and later your mom told me she'd walked in on you and Andrea."
I was shocked. I was shocked more that Mary had "kissed and told" than that Mom had discussed that she'd found Andrea and me together at least once.
"Mary told you..." I started, not quite believing what she was saying was totally true.
"Told me everything. She has always told me about her lovers."
Again, I was shocked, I'd never heard of a girl telling her mother about her lovers before. "She has?" I stated, more than asked, flabbergasted at the revelation. "I don't think I've..."
"We've had a very open relationship. I never wanted her to end up like your mom, so from the first time she saw our pigs or horses mating, I've explained
everything
about sex and how it happens and how it pertains to her. I made sure that when she was ready,
she
knew what was happening and how to prevent making babies when she didn't want them. I made sure she knew about her body and that it was hers, not anyone else's, at least until she allowed it. She got her first package of condoms and her first vibrator from me. She told me all about taking you two to the loft," she giggled, "just like your mom and I used to do."
Her comment for the second time about "like your mom" suddenly registered and I realized I had no idea what she was talking about when she was hinting about something that had happened to my mom.
"Like my mom?" I repeated. "You said you didn't want her to end up like my mom? What does that mean?"
She pushed the drawer shut and turned to look at me, examining the befuddlement in my face. "You don't know."
"Know what?" I responded, as whatever it was that she was referring to, I really did not know. I'd learned enough the year before to know that she and my mom had apparently played together, and played with boys together, but this seemed to be something else. Turning she sat on the edge of her bed. She looked at me, and I could tell she was thinking of what to say.
"Your mom and I were more like sisters than cousins, we did everything together, including learning to play with boys. Growing up on neighboring farms, of course, we also saw the barnyard animals and knew somewhat about sex, but unfortunately, your grandma didn't tell us
