From Gracy's point of view
After the day my uncle took my cherry, I continued to have sex with him from time to time. Mom and he decided to have an open relationship. I enjoyed fucking him, but I did not do anything with Mom.
It was a turn-on seeing Mom eaten out and fucked. Aside from that, I was not interested and she felt the same way. After all, she's my MOM! The way I felt about it was EWWWWW, NOT with my MOM! I mean, doing it with my Uncle was one thing. He was a man and he was HOT. I had never had any ideas of doing it with her. I mean, I might one day decide to explore that side of myself with another girl, just not with my Mom.
Mom was afraid that I would get pregnant and insisted that I get on birth control immediately. She did NOT want me to wind up like her and have a baby before I had a chance to complete school and I agreed with her. I loved my Uncle, but I was not ready to have his baby, or anyone's baby for that matter.
As the summer ended, I knew that my free days would once again be gone. I would enter the local, private college to get a degree in computer science. I decided to stay to home while I went to college. The drive would only be about an hour at the most to school, so I figured that it wouldn't be a bad drive. This would reduce my tuition.
I went up to the college this morning, met with my advisor. I also registered for my fall semester. The advisor helped me schedule my classes and they were surprisingly all available, so registration happened without a hitch. Apparently, Uncle Grant's advice of registering early was a good idea after all, as I was able to schedule my classes for the kind of hours that I wanted.
I got 10 o'clock classes for all 5 days of the week, followed by classes at 1 and 2 in the afternoon for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday, my classes would be at 1 o'clock. This meant that I was done with classes by 3:00 every day. As a result, I would get to sleep in a little and I would have plenty of time for the rest of the day to do my homework and studies. I would thus have the entire evening free.
I met a cute guy while I registered and found out that we had the same classes. He was pursuing the same kind of degree that I wanted. He was also a freshman. His name was Tray Bentley and he moved to the Amherst area from Springfield. Coming from "old money", he could afford to attend a private institution like Hampshire College as well. He lived with his older brother Drake and his brother's fiancée Amber in their 3-bedroom house. Drake had graduated from Hampshire the year before and got the house from their parents as a graduation present, due to his expected marriage.
I still had 3 weeks of summer left before the fall semester started. Tray and I found that we enjoyed talking to each other. I learned that Tray had moved here at the beginning of summer. I invited him to come over to my house for swimming today and he accepted. I called Uncle Grant to ask for permission.
"Hey, I met this guy, Tray. He's new here and lives with his brother. We have the same classes. I want to invite him over to the house to swim. I'm just calling to ask if that's okay with you and Mom. He's cool. Do you mind if we hang out at the house for a while?" I pleaded.
"Yeah, that sounds fine," he agreed, and then asked, "Would you like your mom to fix you some snacks?"
"Thanks! We'll be there in about an hour. Yeah, we would love something to eat. We're starving. Some ice-cold lemonade sounds great," I answered, and hanged up the cell phone and turned to Tray.
"My Uncle Grant said that we could come on over to swim. He is going to have mom fix us some snacks. Knowing my mom, she is going to fix almost everything under the sun. Hope you're hungry. She loves to cook. When new people come over, she likes to show off," I laughed.
"That sounds great. I haven't had a good home cooked meal all summer. Unfortunately, living with my brother and his girlfriend, none of us know how to cook that much. Amber is trying to learn, but she still has a way to go. About all any of us can do is barbeque. Speaking of which, you should come over tomorrow and meet them. We are going to barbeque and would love to have you," Tray replied.
"I'll ask them for permission to make sure that nothing is planned. Then my mom will REALLY have fun feeding you! Do you want to follow me home?" I asked him.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll call my brother on the way and tell him what's up," he commented.
We got into our cars and he followed me home. I lived some distance from the college and our closest neighbor was about 4 miles away. My uncle had bought a large piece of land off the road, way back in the country and I loved living there. We were close enough to the city without being alienated from the country. We lived just far enough to have privacy.
I pulled off the main road onto the side road that would take us to my house. It would be another 10 minutes before we would get there. You could say that we had a LONG driveway. I pulled up in front of my house and got out of my car. I walked over to Tray's truck and waited until he got out.
"Damn girl, you really do live off in the country! Is THAT your driveway?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah, you could say that. Though, we only own the last five minutes of land," I replied and laughed when his mouth dropped open.
"Guess that means you can afford the tuition, eh? Is your Uncle Bill Gates, by any chance?" he teased me.
I laughed at his joke, "Come on, I can see my mom and uncle watching us from the front window. It seems they are eager to meet you. We are a very close family."
"Yeah, Drake, Amber, and I are too," he commented.
Right as we got to the front door, it swung open and both Mom and Uncle Grant were standing there. You would think that this is the first boy I brought home for them to meet from the way they were acting.
"Geez, guys! Can't we even get into the house before you pounce all over the poor guy! I would like him to WANT to actually stay and swim, not want to run for the hills. I am 18-years old now and will be going to college in a few weeks. You don't have to protect me anymore. I am a big girl now!" I half-heartedly complained.
I actually thought it was somewhat cute, the way they still treated me as if I was a kid. However, I also wanted them to realize that I was an adult. I would one day be on my own, and they would not be here to protect me. My uncle dominating my mom and me didn't mean that I would stay with him in a long-term relationship. I wasn't the same kind of slave as my mom. I might continue fucking him now and then, but that was about it. I wanted to be with someone with whom I was IN love, not just loved.
"Young lady, don't talk to us in that tone of voice! I will protect you as long as I can, whether you like it or not! Now, introduce us to this young man here. Your mom has snacks out by the pool for you," he half-chided me.
"Oh, Uncle Grant! Quit treating me like a kid! I hate that! Anyway, this is Tray Bentley. Tray, this is my Uncle, Grant Gordon and my Mom, Megan Gordon. We are famished. Tray lives with his brother and his brother's fiancée, and none of them can cook other than barbeque, or at least that's what he says. Speaking of which, can I go over to their house tomorrow for a barbeque?" I responded.
"I suppose that would be ok with me, as long as it is ok with your Uncle," my mom replied to me, before turning to Tray and saying, "It's nice to meet you, Tray. You must come over for dinner one night. I love to cook, as my daughter has probably told you already! I have made sandwiches, pigs in a blanket, chips, dip, and fresh VEGETABLES! There is also some ice-cold, homemade, strawberry lemonade, which happens to be Gracy's favorite, Tray."
"Yes, that is fine with me too. Just be careful and call if you are going to be late or anything. Don't forget to keep your cell phone on, in case we need to get a hold of you," my uncle replied.
"Thanks, ya'll, but why did you make VEGETABLES, MOTHER?! You know they probably wont be eaten, what with all of the nice junk food that you made. Yes, your strawberry lemonade IS my favorite, outside of soda! Let me run upstairs and put on my bikini. Please don't interrogate him while I'm gone!" I laughed.
"Gracy Anne Gordon, you had better eat some of those veggies! You don't eat enough as it is! At least your mother was nice enough to put dip next to them. As for why she did it, well, it's not as if she had to COOK them, unlike pigs in a blanket! She had them cut up already! She just placed them on a plate. Anyway, if we want to play '20 Questions' with Tray, we will! By the way, Tray, do you have any trunks? We have plenty of trunks and swimsuits for guests," Uncle Grant interjected.
Pretending to ignore my Uncle's comment, I ran upstairs to change. As I headed up the staircase, I heard Tray inform Uncle Grant that he DID bring his own trunks, which he kept in his truck for just such an occasion.
When I came back down, I found Tray waiting by the pool, already in his trunks.
