Incest/Taboo Mom's Big Bed

A loud HONK HONK came in from the window from outside and down in the drive. A car had pulled up and from the yells and cat-calls and hoots - we knew the rest of the tribe was all "asses washed, faces painted, and perfume sprayed!" That car was followed by a second, and a third...each louder than the last! One thing about our little trollop tribe...when the sex-gypsy caravan rolls up, the whole neighborhood benefits from the sound! We are the kind of family where normally loud Mexican family's holding parties next door to us might be tempted to ask us to "please turn down the music because we can't hear our own party!" Gary Busey might last merely a week living next to us before he shoved all his shit into a U-Haul and moved to the relative peace and quiet of a bungalow next to the Charlie Sheen residence that butts up against Lindsay Lohan's place! Anyhow...we knew who it all was without looking outside!

Sharon now had sobered up and she was walking to the door as we were coming out of it. She had on a tight vampy red evening dress and matching heels. We opened the door as she was about to ring the bell. The ODD thing was she had on a red and gold Venetian style mask (like I had seen in "Eyes Wide Shut" but didn't understand what it was...I thought everyone just wanted to play dress-up in that film or something)! I turned and looked behind me to see my mother and grandmother had on similar masks that they had taken down from the wall in Mom's bedroom, (she had a collection of masks on her wall from when she and Dad had visited Mardi Gras on one of their swinging conventions it turns out, but up until then I thought they were just decorations she picked up in Louisiana)!

My mother thrust a third mask in my hand and told me to put it on then she turned to Sharon. Mom and Grandma then went through the perfunctory hugs and salutations that look so ridiculous between women when they JUST SAW EACH OTHER THREE HOURS BEFORE! Anyhow, greetings out of the way and the door locked behind us (with the weird masks on our faces), we hurried over to Sharon's minivan ("Fifty Shades of Grey"), and sped off into the night; chasing the other three vehicles which had already pulled out and started to tear off down the street! The women in all four rides were hooting and yelling like a horny hippy harlot caravan (with their one brave alpha male; who was clinging to the passenger dashboard with his eyes shut behind a Venetian style mask, hoping my Aunt really WAS as sober as she seemed and that the crazy ol' bat didn't flip us)!

She managed to keep the van straight and level though! I mean,... say what you want, MY AUNT CAN DRIVE! Anyhow, when things settled down, I turned back to Mom and interrupted her as she was yacking with Sharon while we sped through the streets.

"Mom," I asked, "when Courtney and I were goin at it in the shower, what got into you? I mean, what was the whole ANGRY MOMMY WANTS TO JACK HER SON'S PEE PEE AND TEACH HIM A LESSON routine?"

"Did you like it?" Mom said with a sly leer. She and Grandma were grinning like a pair of coyotes with a mouth full of hornets!

"Oh HELL YEAH," I answered, "I came GALLONS from it! I was really cool!"

"I knew he'd like it!" Grandma chimed in.

"Well," said my Mom, "when your uncle Mike used to get it on with me and his other sisters, sometimes your grandma here would come into the room faking like she was all storms, judgement, wrath, and anger! She'd give us a good spanking and then she'd make us lie beneath our brother and she'd jack him off on to us while whackin' his butt on the behind. Just like you; he'd blow his load and shower us with a huge wad out of his nuttsack! It seemed sometimes like he'd spout an entire jar of hot mayo out the end of his dick! Sometimes your grandma here would make us blow him while she spanked both him and us - going back and forth and talking up a storm of condemnation! It was really hot, kinky, and humiliating and the orgasms were over the top ... and SOOO INTENSE to say the least!"

"None of you were EVER in any danger or harm," Grandma explained, "I just thought I would give you an enjoyable little bit of role-playing just like MY mother used to do with ME and MY sister when she would catch us doing things in the bedroom or the barn! I remember my sister cummin'so hard from one such orgasm that she farted! It was a good three minutes before Mom, me, and my sis could stand from both cummin' and from laughin' so hard! It put us in the mood for more tender lovemaking that night and even more wonderful orgasms!"

"Maybe sometime I'll have to give you a good spanking and a good jerking again baby?" Mom asked.

"Sure!" I shot back without hesitation, "you KNOW what a bad boy I can be! This whole weekend started with me stealing your weed on Friday and getting caught!" I smiled throwing it out as bait to Mom; I just didn't think there were so many fish in the pond eyeing the lure.

"Me too! I want to whack and wank him - naughty little fellow that he is!" Grandma beamed and winked.

"Me three! I'll show you what naughty boys get who steal their mama's pot!" smirked Aunt Sharon...not to be outdone! We laughed and continued to chase after the other three cars through the Phoenix streets. It was a wonder we didn't get pulled over but luck was smiling on us the whole way!

The ride lasted about twenty -five minutes and we arrived at Dale and Olivia's place. Holy shit! What a place! It was up in the hills and in a nice snooty neighborhood that produced rich people, pampered pets, and trust-fund babies. At the gate my Auntie Maria rang the buzzer and a lady's voice crackled over the intercom,

"Yes? May I help you?"

Maria continued to lean and teeter out the window and I saw she was wearing an elaborate ball mask as well. She spoke into the microphone and said, "Four cars for the party!"

The pretty voice replied, "I am sorry Ma'am but there is no party here. You must be mistaken. You might be thinking of the Obrien family's wedding reception up the street perhaps?" Maria looked back at the rest of us in the three cars behind her. I could see her laughing like she knew what was up. She said something to one of her daughters inside the vehicle and then I could plainly see the rest of the girls in the car with their masks on - all giggling about something!

Maria then leaned out the car window again until I thought she was going to tumble out of it. Pressing the intercom she shouted, "Oh YEAH BABY, JUST LIKE THAT,... OH YEAH RIGHT IN THERE! OH JUST LIKE THAT...OH YOU ARE DOING ME SOOOO GOOD! ...YOU KNOW HOW I LIKE..LIKE ...IT! UNNHHH! AAAAGGHH! AAAAGHH!! (whimper) OOOOHHHH FUCK YEAAAAAH! AW SHIT... MOMMA'S GONNA CUM! OH SHIT - I AM CUMMIIIINNNGG!! AHHHHHH!!"

There was a pause and then the voice came back with, "Did you say four cars Ma'am?" Maria gave her a YES and the gate buzzed. She then passed out high fives to all the girls in the car. They all cackled with her at the party's password... or PASS PHRASE! Apparently all you had to do was sound like you were having one of those good orgasms where you grab the bedsheets and you were in. The Volvo behind us had to do the same thing and it was hilarious to listen to the old couple inside it wailing and squalling like they were in the throes of climax!

As we passed through the gate, I looked off to one side through my mask and saw four cute girls; probably about nineteen or twenty years of age sitting in a security booth wearing nothing but bikinis and "renta cop" hats...oh and yes, they too had on masks! They waved and giggled as we drove by and I shot a goofy wave back at them. What else was I supposed to do? Anyhow, we had not even gotten into the party and it was ALL becoming very surreal for me!

The house was...well...big. Big in a BIG sense. Dale is like a lot of hard working guys in the American Southwest who took a risk, came from someplace back east with all its rules and standards, and just rebuilt himself! He established a medical practice in Phoenix; became first dependable, and then successful. He then became the only serious game in town if a woman wanted her boobs, butt, lips, or WHATEVER increased, decreased, tucked, folded, sucked, or bleached! I think he does everything to women with the exceptions of brake-pads, tune-ups, and transmission work. Anyhow, his commercials are on TV ALL the time and there are two types of strippers in the Valley; those that have seen him, and those that probably WILL!

The house was a testament to what you can do with some hard work, a willingness to break into new frontiers, and shameless SELF PROMOTION! His adds on TV looked like he was selling used cars but it paid off handsomely and as the four pretty girls in bikinis and masks came out and valet parked our cars into an especially large but tastefully hidden carport off to the side of the grounds, I could see how the entrepreneurial spirit had paid off BIGTIME for him. I never will forget seeing that house for the first time that evening and I will never forget the example it gave me about risk taking and hard work!

Olivia was the one who made the house beautiful. Dale may have possessed the PT Barnum over the top showmanship but it was Olivia who put on the beautiful ruffles and flourishes that gave the place a special sophistication - otherwise this would have been just a really big oversized place in the desert. Dale definitely found a keeper in Olivia!

They had met when he first came to Phoenix and they hit it off famously...mostly because she was just as crazy and creative as he was! She was his second wife and they apparently had a great marriage and a wonderful understanding...and still do to this day! She was the kind of dream wife you jack off to in some twisted wonderful fantasy in your head that often never happens. He is one of those dudes that you want to be! He knows what he wants, sees it...and goes out and gets it! He has kind of become a sort of mentor for me -when he's not shagging my female family members and I'm not screwing his wife rotten! Anyhow, if there was ever a model of success and happiness...it was THAT couple!

We walked up the stairs around a fountain of beautiful statue nymphs and dryads being chased by a stone satyr. At the door was another masked girl with a bikini barely hiding her shapely hard-bodied form holding a clipboard. She checked our names off the list and smiled politely as she opened the door and directed us into the front reception hall. We stepped on in.

The hall was high, wide, and grand; filled to the brim it seemed with politely talking couples and single women; all elegantly dressed with drinks in their hands and a few people munching food from plates in front of a huge buffet table about twenty feet long. I noticed that besides the regular party guests with their nice eveningwear, there were several nude young women really walking about delivering drinks and taking orders. All the girls were slim, and pretty; between eighteen and twenty-one years of age. The one commonality was that EVERYONE; nude girls and guests alike, was masked. Two nubile naked girls (wearing matching red masks each with peacock feathers coming out the side of the forehead), clicked up to us in high heels and the girl with the clip board gave them our names.

"Greetings and welcome," said the shorter of the two ladies, "I am Tina and this is Sheri! You have just arrived in time for opening cocktails! We are going to take your drink orders and then my older sister will be the escort for the handsome young gentleman here, while I take the ladies to our changing alcove. That will be several minutes from now."

I was stunned by the two! Both of the girls were oriental, slender, and very shapely...I'd have done both of them right there on the spot if given a choice. Then I remembered something; I was at a disadvantage because everyone was wearing a mask but I seemed to regard a little snippet of information in the back of my head. These two looked VERY familiar and yet I had never met them to my knowledge. Certainly I couldn't completely tell who they were with these masks on...and yet...

"What is your name again?" I asked.

"Oh, it's Tina," she said smiling behind her mask. I could see both girls were definitely oriental.

"Ummm," not trying to be rude, "but are you Vietnamese?" I got a poke in the ribs from Mom standing next to me but I decided a little faux pas was acceptable if my hunch was correct.

"Yes," answered Sheri the older sister. Both girls were surprised but still smiling, "it's not a problem is it?" said Tina finishing her sister's sentence.

"Oh no," I answered, sore from Mom's rib poke, "it is just that I think I met your sister's last night! You have younger twin sisters? Margaret and Mimi, yes?" Both girls looked shocked and smiled like I had just solved who killed Kennedy but I figured the chance of a coincidence was slim to none.

"Why yes," said Sheri (whom I later found out was twenty one years old), "our sisters are over there with our mom, Cori!" Sheri waved over in the direction of a buffet table ice sculpture of two happy people getting it on (a frozen woman blowing a truly cool dude)! In front of the ice sculpture were the huge fake-boobed masked twins, Mimi and Margaret from the night before!

The twins were dressed in identical purple evening dresses and with matching purses. They stood yammering and laughing with a shorter older woman who looked Asian behind her mask as well (also with big fun-bags on her chest that I guessed were fake too). She was a loud happy lady who liked to laugh and she snatched a bottle of champagne from atop the table with the BJ ice sculpture and was belly laughing at some coarse joke she had just heard as she filled her glass. The two twins recognized our group, (despite our masks) and waived excitedly back to us and then they explained to their mother who we were. She let out a wild happy OOOHH REEEALLY! and she immediately came clicking up to us in her red dress and heels with her twins flanking either side of her! I could tell she liked grand entrances and introductions!

"Hello, I am Cori!" she beamed with an enormous smile; champagne glass in one hand and the bottle still in the other, "I understand some of you had the pleasure of meeting my twins Mimi and Margaret last night at Discretions! Well it's such a pleasure to meet - ALL OF YOU!" She handed the bottle to Mimi and politely and eagerly shook all our hands and bestowed little Hollywood kisses on everyone before she got to me.

"And WHO is THIS?" she said, a little over the top like she was a long lost aunt who was going to pinch me on the cheeks!

"I am Ian," I said extending my hand which she grabbed and pulled me in close to her, grinning ear to ear and making deep eye contact through her mask with me.

"OH I KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT YOU ALREADY!" she said all loud and flirty in front of my Mom as she shook my hand vigorously; not letting go, but pulling me in and staring right into my eyes with that same overly friendly smile of a fox looking into an unguarded hen coop, "MY TWINS TOLD ME ABOUT THE LOVELY FUCK THEY HAD WITH YOU AND YOUR LITTLE HAREM OF WOMEN FROM YOUR FAMILY LAST NIGHT!" She was hot but she had a bit of a volume problem it seemed, especially once the champagne started flowing!

She looked about to see if she had let the cat out of the bag, but despite her crashing voice; none of the other minglers at the party aside from our two tribes had heard anything, so she pulled me even closer for a Hollywood kiss on both cheeks (still pumping my hand in a vigorous handshake). Her lips then slid across from my cheek directly to my kisser and she lip-locked me hard and tongue fucked my tonsils while her daughters and my female relatives hooted and laughed at my predicament! Her hand stopped shaking mine and came up to cup the back of my head; shmush'n and mush'n our lips together even tighter! Her hand then cupped my face for a second before dropping down to grab my boner in my pants which was rising quickly to the occasion.

"Better be careful Ian," Margaret laughed loudly, "looks like our TIGER MOMMY found herself a nice tasty bit of game to devour!" Cori, broke away our lip lock and her eyes went wide behind her yellow and orange Venetian mask as she realized just how big my trouser catfish was, lurking beneath her grasp! She gasped,

"Oh, you're so damned RIGHT Margaret! ...I thought you both were talking shit about how nice and big it is but...DAMN!" Then she let- go of the front of my pants and turned to my Mom as if nothing had happened and made polite conversation while Tina began to get our drink orders from us.

"So," Cori said to my Mom as she took and held my hand in a very affectionate manner, "it is SOOOO nice to finally meet you and your son and your whole tribe tonight! I guess by the fact that you are all HERE; you ALL party just like we do! Yes?"

"Yes," said my mom closing in close to Cori and coming up for a peck on her lips while the woman continued to hold my hand, "WE ALL PARTY!" Mom kissed Cori on the mouth deeper now and the two gave each other's lips and tongue a nice wet tasting before the two mommy mouths separated; smiling in a way that only MILFs who have experience with other ladies could! Cori went on,

"Now you have a wonderful delightful daughter too don't you?"

"Yes," my mom not dropping her horny- ass stare into Cori's eyes "you've partied with her- I know! She partied with all of you, I understand, yes?" Mom slipped a hand behind me and rubbed my butt- cheek through my pants as Cori continued.

"Oh yes," she said holding my hand, "I have had the pleasure of.. PLEASURE WITH HER!" The two ladies chuckled at this.

"Where is she?" Cori asked.

"Oh, she is off at college. She is transferring back to ASU for her next term. She is coming back here for Spring Break next week."

"MMMMM," thought Cori, "it WILL be nice to get her back here! Perhaps an opportunity will arrive where our two clans can do a mingling under more PRIVATE circumstances?"

"Love it!" said Mom. Both ladies were pushing up dangerously close as they continued to talk over the next couple of minutes while the rest of the women in my family chatted with Cori's daughters mingled with the other guests. The conversation was interrupted by Mimi who arrived with a tray of drinks. I took the opportunity interrupt the two mothers' conversation as I took my martini from the tray.

"Ummm, sorry," I said gesturing around at Mimi, Sheri, and the other naked girls clicking around in their heels, "why are all these girls not dressed? I know it is a swing party but we all are wearing evening duds and yet your two daughters are naked- and at the same time your other two girls are clothed? What gives?"

"Oh," explained Cori, "Mimi and Margaret are guests while Sheri and Tina are helpers - assistants for the party. They are getting a paid a little "something- something extra" by serving drinks and acting as escorts."

"Yes," added Mom, "your cousins Christine, Jennifer, and Laura are also helping out!" I noticed that those three were missing from the party and I was told that they were already undressing in another room and would soon go to the kitchen to get special instructions from the "Lady of the house"; none other than Olivia! Anyhow, as Cori and Mom kept talking and sipping their drinks, the old gal never let go of my hand, but held it like I was an old flame of hers!

She and Mom just kept yack, yack, yackin' away, and then she began to pull my hand to her breasts; great big fake "ooh-bah dooh-bahs" for boobies that I found out later had been more handiwork of Dale! In fact, I learned that she had been a patient of his long before Mimi and Margaret had gotten their funbags filled to the brim by the "man of the house." I was beginning to appreciate Dale's peerless medical expertise more and more with each minute it seemed. Anyways, she squeezed my hand over her cleavage; encouraging me with her fingers to "knead the booby bread" but she never stopped smiling or missed a beat of conversation with Mom!

When she switched her champagne glass to the other hand, I thought it was a signal that "gropes and squeezes" time was over. As usual I was able to not read things properly and still smiling; she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, snatched up my hand with a smirky smile, and put it back into her cleavage; this time shoving my hand down into the top of her dress until a pierced nipple atop a perky areola met my fingers! She had no brassiere- as was to be expected with this kind of dress. She kept talking with mom the whole time about everything from sex to gardening to the Phoenix Suns and how much rain we had gotten so far this year. Mom kept up conversation too but with gropes of my butt and reach- around pats to my "trouser- concealed" dong...just to be sure it was still there I guess!

What was happening (and I am so stupid I had to be told this later by Mom), was that one alpha she-wolf was giving the other alpha she-wolf the go-ahead to do a little "mating" with a male from her pack; regardless of the fact that I was the only male left above ground in that pack! Cori kept looking over her shoulder from time to time at her daughters and back to my Mom as if to say, "Its ok, fair trade...you had two of my girls last night, you can get the other two at some time if I can have a piece of THIS dick here!" Of course my sources could have been wrong about that conjecture but then subsequent events would not make sense the way things played out if anything else had been true!

I moved my hand around in Cori's top like I was hunting for lost car-keys in a fish bowl and my fingers were rewarded with yet another pierced nipple to tweak and pinch and twist. She had a nice high pain threshold I discovered, because my clumsy fingers slipped a bit or fumbled and I accidently tweaked the volume knob her chest a little hard...but not once did she wince or yelp! She responded by coming across with her hand and cupping my balls through my pants as if to tell me it felt damned NICE what I had done!

After about a minute or so of delectable nipple-groping, Cori grabbed my hand but instead of signaling to me, "Cop a feel time is over GI!" -she simply moved it out of her cleavage down her dress along her body, and straight to the slit at the side of her outfit! She moved my hand inside and kept up the conversation with Mom as they were apparently doing some sort of "woman to woman silent communication thing," with eyes and body language that I was just too much of a big stupid male to ever get the gist of! Anyhow...not that I cared; I had LEG TO EXPLORE! I also had MILF bush and tushie to navigate around and map with my fingertips it turned out!

My hand ran up and down her legs and found that this lady kept herself in GOOD shape. Toned tendons and muscle pushed back against my fingertips; I didn't know if it was squats or carrying rice out of a field someplace that had done this lovely cosmetic handiwork to her legs, and frankly I couldn't care in the least! They were smooth, solid, strong, and sexy to "feel up," and this old girl knew it!

I ran my hands around her legs and looked about the room while she and Mom chattered away and groped me absent-mindedly like they were stirring their chips around in dip. I could see there was quite a healthy mix of masked people at this party. All of them looked rich, sophisticated, and on the edge something unspoken; like they wanted to rip the clothes off that person they were politely chatting to and smiling at. A few were shooting eyes across the room at a certain "somebody special" that they had noticed and in many cases, that "somebody special" smiled and nodded back.

A few people I recognized, (despite their masks) from the night before. I picked out the black couple, Harvey and Rhonda...standing in front of the ice sculpture of the frosty blow job talking to Ray and his wife Peggy. Peg was the blonde woman with enormous casaba melons for tits whom I had fucked in the ass the previous night with my Aunt Sharon in a scorching threeway! I got a wink from her and a wave. I got a wave from Rhonda too and she licked her lips; pointing at me and then at her nice ample booty before giving a thumbs-up with more lip licking! Across the room there was a lady who looked Mexican that my dick told me I just simply HAD to get acquainted with! I added her, Peggy, and Rhonda to my mental - "things to do list" for the evening.

At the foot of the spiral staircase were another pair of masked beautiful black women. One of them was slender...like a gymnast, and politely talking to an older white gentleman who was laughing hard at his own joke. The other lady was a big hipped young black woman with a "wide load" of a rear end that made me and my cock stand up and take notice! Hey- I like big butts and I cannot lie!

Both of the ladies had caramel colored skin that made me think they were the result of mixed couples...their flesh tone was simply beautiful and their faces from what I could see behind the masks were striking and exquisite! Again I pulled out my mental "to do list," made a quick notation, and kept looking about the room. There was a lot to see and take in!

Cori now reached up her dress slit and while still yacking to Mom, moved my hand up and around to her ass. My hand met no damn panties, no damn thong, hell.. no damn nothing; except wonderfully sculpted MILF ass-flesh! Being an ass-man; I was in seventh heaven just squeezing and kneading away at her glutes which she flexed from time to time! She did this apparently just to see my reaction and to sort of tell me, "Be a good boy and you get to have this later!"

After a minute or so, she moved my hand off her bangable booty and brought my fingers around to her front...depositing them upon her little landing strip of a pubic patch! Apparently she kept it trimmed like an elongated Hitler mustache! She pushed my hand down; not skipping a beat with my Mom's questions and observations, and pushed my fingers in contact with the nub of her pierced clitty hood and pussy mound. I could feel that she had shaved herself down there clean as a whistle!

I finger diddled Cori while politely sipping my drink until Olivia; the lady of the house appeared next to us. She graciously asked my Mom and Cori if she could show the ladies around her home. Dale was beside us too and he offered his hand to me which I shook in greeting despite the fact that I had just yanked it from Cori's clit. I know - breach of party etiquette I'm sure! As the three women walked away, Cori seemed to remember something and politely stopped the ladies for a second. She turned to me with an announcement of sorts,

"Hey Ian," she said turning around and continuing to speak over her shoulder at me as she bent forward. She rucked up her dress until it cleared the two moons of her ass continuing, "when the fray starts in the next room...LOOK FOR THIS TRAMP STAMP!" Dale and I beheld a very delectable Vietnamese MILF-bottom; bare as lunar landscape scape and complete with a dangling set of pierced pussy-roast-beef flaps and a perky little anal rose-pucker staring back at us! Above it , high on her magnificent naked rump was tattoo of a tiger. The big striped cat appeared to be breaking its way through a thicket of parted bamboo jungle...as though it was leaping out at anyone behind her! Clearly, whoever got her in a more compromising position might need to be wary, as they would indeed have a "Tiger by the tail!"

"I'll make sure he makes it over to you Mom," assured her daughter Sheri walking up to greet us after having returned from the kitchen, "I saw on the roster that I will be his escort and fuck-caddy for the evening when we hit the bar-room next door!"

"Ok Sheri!" Cori said dropping her dress down and straightening up, "I'm counting on you! You're my oldest...and the most responsible!" She smirked as she said this an kissed her naked daughter with a lingering pucker that was more than just a mommy/daughter peck. She then she gave me and Dale a sweet "wiggly finger wave" and headed off with Olivia and Mom for a tour of the estate. We watched her go for a moment and then Dale turned to me and Sheri.

"Ok Ian," he said, "Sheri is your escort tonight for your first private swing party! You are an honored guest and she will assist you with questions of etiquette, see to your needs, (even walk around and convey messages to ladies that you would like to party with). We run a very pleasant and friendly party here. You'll find that we make everyone feel good and safe and above all; we make sure there are no hurt feelings! The escort girls are here to make certain the gentleman behave as gentlemen here, (while they are getting their rocks off with the ladies)!"

"And what if some guy gets a little too aggressive or drunk?" I asked.

"Good question," Sheri observed, "see through those open doors into the bar-room?" I peered through two open doors that had just been flung open as items of the buffet food were being moved to a new location inside. The bar-room was making last minute preparations in anticipation of the party getting ready to shift and move. Soon it would be filled with guests. Inside, I saw four big burly dudes (masked of course and naked like this was a gladiator movie) standing behind the bar; busy stocking ice and booze for what was to come. Each of the dudes was wearing a bow tie and aside from his mask...that was all it seemed they let "Spartacus" wear! Each of them also looked like he could flatten me with one punch - no problem! I nodded, comprehending what could happen if you got out of line.

"The bar-tenders were handpicked by my wife Olivia," Dale explained, "don't worry...from what I saw of you last night...I don't anticipate you'll be having any trouble convincing the ladies present at this event to spend some time with you; therefore there is no reason to get hot and bothered. Even if one does say to you, NO THANKS, ...just bow out gracefully and move on to the next lady...chances are she'll say HELL YES! That way you avoid the wrath of the bartenders. Besides...you have your cute fuck-caddy and escort here to keep you out of trouble!" He gave Sheri a playful smack on the behind and she smirked and returned a smack on his!

"Let me show you around the place," said Dale. The three of us started around around the entry hall, admiring the dimensions of the room with its marble columns, spiral staircase, and an enormous salt water fish tank that replicated a coral reef. The tank ran along the wall behind the buffet table -twelve feet high and twenty feet long and it gave the impression that the entry hall was partially submerged beneath the sea if you used your imagination!

We then went into his game room, study, home office, home gymnasium, and then down to his wine cellar. Next we took an elevator up to; his den, her sewing room, a well-stocked library and a trophy room that showed off everything Dale had done. He had a collection of trophies from days as a college athlete and he had several mementos from his hunting and fishing trips around the world. In that room he also had a large globe with pins stuck in it. I asked about it; Dale said that every green pin was a place that either he or Olivia had been to around the world. The blue pins were places they had been twice to. The red ones were places they had been three times or more. On the pin next to Jamaica he had written in red pencil, "RED +++!" I asked why he had been so many times to Jamaica.

"Hedonism!" he said without a second thought. It is a huge nudist club in Jamaica. Olivia and I go there quite often. Your Mom should take you - you'd love it!" I agreed that I probably would enjoy a place like that after he described it to me. We kept walking down corridors to the main dining hall, then to the pantry and kitchen, and then we took and elevator up. Upstairs we saw the many guest bedrooms and the master bedroom...plus a second personal library and photo studio used by Olivia. We then came back down the spiral staircase and returned back to the entry hall. The tour now took us into the bar-room and I was shocked and confused by what I saw.

I noticed immediately that the bar, which I had only seen a glimpse of before when I peeked through the doors earlier, was much larger and longer than my first impression had told me! The bar was also a strange shape; it went around in a long oval like a large racetrack loop to one side of the room.

I also noticed that there were several window-like hatches just below the bar-top. They formed regular rows of square openings like firing ports on an old wooden warship from the age of sail! In front of the hatches there were odd "pull-out" benches covered with what looked like padded green velvet. Each of the benches resembled small ironing boards extending out from the bottom of each hatch - a little too awkward to sit on! They jutted out a bit from the bar only about maybe a foot or so. Down beneath each velvet ironing board was something that looked like a green ottoman which appeared to be bolted solidly to the floor. I thought it was the craziest bar I had ever seen!

Around the floor was the familiar brass pole that I recognized as a traditional bar-room foot rest but aside from that...nothing of this bar looked familiar! I also noticed to notice the curious fact that the bar-tenders seemed not only to walk around behind the bar; they also seemed to be coming up and down stairs behind the bar from a passage below - all very odd! I didn't have a chance to investigate further as Dale had more things to show us and he hurried us along.

We moved into the grand ballroom and then we stepped through French doors into room with an indoor heated pool that actually opened up and became an outdoor pool beyond a panoramic window. Next to the outside pool was massive covered multi-leveled patio with lounges and deck chairs. On the second level of the patio was an absolutely HUGE hot tub with a pile of carefully folded towels stacked about five feet high in anticipation of the night ahead.

My attention now turned across the outdoor pool where I noticed that the edge of the water meandered like a natural pond (an aesthetic touch of poolscaping inspired by Hugh Hefner's Playboy mansion Dale told us). It looked like an exotic sea-scape in the Caribbean or some other far flung paradise and I noticed the edge of the shore actually disappeared into a cave! That was the special feature of the pool...it had its own man-made grotto complete with fake stalactites and stalagmites! Inside the cave was another huge hot tub surrounded by a state of the art speaker system. The cavern had a DJ booth and in the only aspect of tackiness I had seen yet...a disco ball suspended about the hot-tub to give it a wonderfully decadent 1970's touch! Dale said he loved diving into the pool inside the house, swimming outside through a set of vinyl flaps built into the wall, and then swimming across the outside pool and into the cave before hopping out of the water and into the hot-tub hidden by the dragon teeth-like stalactites and stalagmites. Here was a guy who had the good life!

"All this was paid for by your cosmetic surgery business?" I asked as we made our way to the outdoor pool through a side door.

"All of it!" Dale boasted proudly, "It came from my hard work, and Olivia's artistic embellishment!" Sheri and I stared around the grounds with mouths agape like coy fish as Dale continued on.

"Boob enhancements, boob reductions, tummy tucks, liposuction, collagen treatments, butt implants, butt reductions, tattoo removal, crow's-feet, nips, tucks, folds, tweaks, and ruffles...they all paid for what you see around you! There is a lot of ca$h to be made from the vanity of women...and you'll find that Phoenix has NO shortage of women who want to look good at ANY cost!" Again, we were just spellbound as we glanced around the manicured lawns and hedges and then up across the pool as the date palm trees swaying in the wind in front of the entrance to the grotto-cave. We then turned back to look at the mission-style mansion with the light from the party spilling out of its many windows. The sun now colored the walls of the building reddish pink as it became a glowing ball of red on the horizon. Impressed didn't begin to describe what we felt!

Some might have been jealous of Dale. The thing was, Dale was more than just a guy who had cashed in on the need for women to feel beautiful. There was more going on with him and Olivia. What they didn't tell us (and what I had to find out later as our families became good friends), is that a lot of Dale's trips around the globe included humanitarian plastic surgery for people disfigured by birth defects in third world countries and to repair cosmetic damage done by war and sectarian violence. This dude wasn't just hanging out around the globe sipping mao-tai's on a beach with palm trees swaying in the background! He and Olivia regularly contribute to several charities that kept them actively engaged when they were not working or..well...doing THIS kind of stuff! Anyhow Dale continued to explain his business to us,

"I have begun offering enhancements for vaginal lips for women that think their labia are unattractive and have even been working on sew jobs where I offer women that VIRGIN FEEL for their husband. You've seen my commercials probably at one in the morning where I boom, LADIES MAKE YOUR NEXT TIME - YOUR FIRST TIME!" We laughed at that one, then Dale stepped behind Sheri and bent her forward slightly at the waist; parting one butt-cheek to the side like he had just seen something work- related. He can never look at a woman and not think about what he can do for her "this or that" around her face, boobs, or tummy.

Dale's facial expression changed slightly as he now looked at Sheri's tushie. Thoughtfully, and now in his TV voice he boomed, "NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME LADIES I OFFER ANAL BLEACHING, SO YOU CAN LOOK GOOD FOR THAT HIGH SCHOOL REUNION!" Sheri straightened up laughing and she whirled around to punch him in the arm playfully! They played a lot like that.

"ASSHOLE!" she shouted at him looking mad as hell but her rage was fake and she tittered a second later at his comment.

"Yes, that's exactly what I could improve for you!" he countered. Dale and I giggled like stupid schoolboys at her expense while she stuck her tongue out at the both of us in an equally adept display of maturity! She didn't really mind the joke...if there is one thing this world needs, its doctors with a sense of humor and Dale seemed to have it in spades!

A second later a gong rang and it echoed through the whole house. I figured that it was a dinner signal or something. Dale looked up at the speaker by the pool that had heralded the message over the intercom system to everyone in the house. He then looked down at his watch observing, "Right on time; your sister is with that gong!"

"You know how we Asians are!" said Sheri sticking her tongue out at him one more time in jest. He swatted at her butt and she dodged out of the way laughing. Dale now turned to me and motioned happily to the house.

"C'mon Ian," he said with an anticipatory smile, "that was ONE GONG; the signal that the ladies need to go to the changing room so the helper-girls like Sheri's sister Tina can check their clothes and their purses. In a few minutes there will be TWO GONGS; the signal for the men to go to another changing room and check their clothes. Each guest will then have a chance to get rid of any clothing that might get in the way of fun. You can leave as much on as you want but you are requested to keep your mask on until FOUR GONGS tonight!"

We walked back into the house and saw elegant ladies scurrying off back to the entrance hall from every direction of the house carrying purses and drinks and giggling merrily! Gentlemen stepped out of their way and nude sex-caddy girls ran up and down hallways still preparing for the evening's "horizontal festivities!" The house was now all movement and excitement!

"FOUR gongs...what happens at THREE gongs?" I said to Sheri.

"That is when the sex-caddies usher the men into the bar-room." She was being secretive as if she didn't want to spoil a surprise. She put a finger to her lips smiling like it was almost midnight on December 24th and we weren't supposed to know that Santa was coming or something! I was intrigued beyond words but I kept my questions to myself and we entered the front hall where we had started.

I saw my mother and aunts and grandma swallowing down the last of their drinks. I then saw the lovely naked Tina usher them and her loud mother Cori, straight off into a side hallway. Soon the hall was full of men standing around chatting cordially, finishing their drinks, and staring at their watches while their female escorts; naked and pretty stood next to them listening politely to their jokes and their blah blah blahing. I realized that a lot of these girls weren't just pretty - they were polite as all get out!

We stood around burning up several minutes and then we saw Tina emerge from the side hallway by herself. She walked with a pretty smile straight up to an intercom system at the side of the reception hall. Next, the nubile little minx strutted up to the microphone, keyed it, and struck an oriental gong next to it twice. TWO GONGS had been sounded! All the sex-caddies grabbed their charges by the arm and let them into the side hallway following Tina.
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