`Lakeview Crest,' where the Andersons lived, was a fairly
exclusive development of large suburban homes.  The land had once
been a farm on the crest of a hill overlooking one of the city's
man-made lakes that provided water for the area.  The land
surrounding the community was undeveloped and would stay that way
as protected watershed land.  The farm should have been subsumed
into the watershed decades ago, when the lakes were begun, but
for some reason (probably a lot of cash spread over a lot of
hands or a connection on the zoning commission) the farm was
never included in the public property.  Years later, a developer
found the farm tucked away down a long, dusty road and made the
dying farmer an offer the old farmer couldn't refuse for the
continued welfare of his family.  The developer quickly
subdivided the property into about sixty lots (after some more
money passed through some more hands) and built large homes on
them.  For himself, the developer restored and expanded the Civil
War era farmhouse/mansion and lived on the largest and best lot,
overlooking the lake.  That developer was James Arthur Ripley
Stone.
     Jim Stone was a multi-millionaire and proud to show it.  He
built shopping strips and malls and suburban office buildings all
over the country.  And this had been a particularly good year
because one of his designs for a medical building became popular
with the growing number of HMOs all over the nation.  Business
couldn't be better.
     One of his favorite occasions to show off was his annual
Christmas Party.  His house was decorated in the 1990's
interpretation of Victorian England splendor.  The forty-foot
spruce on the front lawn was expertly shaped and strung with
thousands of lights and topped with a four-foot star.  For the
party, between the house and tree, the lawn was covered with a
huge striped tent.  Inside the heated tent were more lights and
trees, poinsettias, tables, chairs, a long buffet table, Santa, a
band, a dance floor, two bars, and people, people, people.
     Walking around, greeting neighbors, friends, business
associates, bankers, company attorneys and CPA's, and the pick of
the people providing him and his family with services throughout
the year was Jim Stone, playing his most secretly cherished role
-- Lord of the Manor.
*
     Robert Anderson arrived home in time to shower and dress for
the big fete.  As the four happy Andersons walked hand-in-hand
through the chilly-but-not-cold night to the Stone house, they
waved at neighbors and enjoyed seeing all the Christmas
decorations.  As a neighborhood tradition, on the night of the
Stone's party, the entire neighborhood was lit with luminaries
placed along the curbs and up driveways.  The small white paper
bags glowed from the flame of the candle in each, outlining the
streets and making each intersection beautiful.  It was almost
magical.
     The Andersons made their way up the long, curving driveway
of the Stone house and stepped into the tent.  After checking
their coats, they made their way over to the line of people
waiting to wish the Stones a happy holiday.
     Jim Stone was in a black tuxedo with a bright red velvet bow
tie and cummerbund.  Beside him was his statuesque wife, Regina,
in a floor-length red velvet dress, and beside her, their
daughter, Mindy and her husband, Carl.
     The Stones greeted the Andersons heartily and Regina patted
Molly on the head, "My, you've gotten so big, and so pretty!
Who's this gorgeous man next to you, Molly -- some Hollywood
actor on holiday?"
     Molly winced at the corniness, but was proud of her big
brother, "You remember Bobby, Mrs. Stone.  He's home from
college."
     Regina Stone faked an astonished look and grabbed Bobby
close to her in a bearhug, "Bobby!  I hardly recognized you!
College life is certainly agreeing with you.  It must be all
those young coeds, eh, Bobby?"
     Bobby could feel himself blushing, "Hi, Mrs. Stone.  Good to
see you again."
     Regina hugged Bobby tightly again and whispered into his
ear, "Save a few minutes for old Mrs. Stone, later, Bobby, dear.
I want to take you over to the house and show you something very
special.  Okay?"
     Bobby had no idea what she was talking about but answered,
"S-sure, Mrs. Stone.  Whenever you're ready."  But Regina had
already directed her attention to the next couple in the greeting
line.
     Confused, Bobby made his way to the bar and ordered a beer.
While he was standing there, admiring the women and girls at the
party, his friend Scott sidled up beside him.
     "Hey."
     "Hey, yourself, Scott.  What's up?"
     "Well, the food and the booze are great, as usual, but the
number of unattached honeys may be at an all time low.  But,
damn, they all look so good, all dressed up.  Anyway, the best
looking girl here is your sister."
     "And she's hands off -- right?"
     "Sure, sure, Bobby.  But I heard about you and one of
Molly's little playmates the other night."
     Bobby winced, "Yeah, Heather -- don't remind me.  Any port
in a storm, I guess."
     Scott smiled, "Yeah.  Well, that's a pretty busy port.
Docked there, myself, last night.  She's a hot little thing!"
     "She is that."  Bobby tilted his head towards their hosts.
"So, what have I missed in the Stone's saga by being away for
four months?"
     Scott looked over at Jim Stone, puffing on a huge cigar and
laughing loudly.  At his side, smiling and greeting people was
his wife, Regina.  Regina Stone, never at risk of being called
Lady of the Manor, was, putting it politely, a wild woman.  She
was a legend in her own time.
     "The only thing I heard about was the Halloween party, where
she showed up in a very small, very red bathing suit and with
three male-model hunks in tow in red bathing suits.  She said
they were `Baywatch.'"
     "She's unbelievable."  Bobby started to tell Scott about
Regina's strange invitation, but decided to keep it to himself
for the moment.  He ordered another beer.
*
     "Molly!  Molly Anderson!"
     Molly turned from watching the dancers to see the Miller
family approaching.
     "Hi, Mrs. Miller, Rasheed, Yolanda."  Molly's smile dimmed
as she looked at Mr. Miller, "Hello."
     Mrs. Miller was all smiles and full of good cheer, "Molly,
where have you been, girlfriend?  The kids miss you terribly.
Any chance of you coming back?"
     Molly had babysat for the Miller children for over a year,
and had spent almost the entire summer watching them.  But with
starting high school and trying out for teams, she hadn't had the
time.  "And I miss the kids.  But, no, I just don't have the time
with my schoolwork and games and practice."
     "Well, you are the best babysitter we've ever had, dear.
Isn't she, Ron?"  She looked at her husband.
     He smiled and nodded, "No doubt about that.  The best ever."
     Molly spent a few minutes chatting with the young children
and then wished the Millers a merry Christmas.
     Mrs. Miller hugged Molly.  "Thanks, Dear.  Please stop by
during the holidays.  The kids have something wrapped for you
under the tree.  You have to stop by, anyway, Molly.  Besides
Christmas, this year we're celebrating Kwanzaa, too.  The kids
are learning all about it in day school."
     "Sure, I'll stop by, Mrs. Miller.  I think there's some
stuff for Yolanda and Rasheed under our tree, too.  It was nice

to see all of you again.  Merry Christmas."
*
     Hours later, the party had settled into its normal routine.
Molly was with her friends, taking one of the carriage rides
through the neighborhood.  Robert, Senior was engrossed in
conversation with the other businessmen in the neighborhood,
raging against government interference, wishing for the return of
the Reagan years, and drinking Jim Stone's bourbon.  Laurie was
happily dancing the night away, and maybe holding her partners
just a little tighter than necessary during the slow tunes.
     And, Bobby?  Bobby was sitting close to the bar with a few
friends when he caught Regina Stone subtly motioning to him.  She
was standing near the exit, curling her finger, indicating he was
to join her.  As he stood, Regina motioned again and disappeared
out of the tent.
     Bobby followed Regina out of the tent and through the
covered passage to the house.  Ahead of him, she mounted the
steps, crossed the porch and opened the front door, leaving it
open behind her.
     [`What the hell is going on?' Bobby wondered.]  She had
hardly even acknowledged his existence before tonight, and now
this?  What did she want to show him?  Why was she staying so far
ahead and having him follow her?  He really had no idea what was
going on, but with her reputation and history of outrageous
behavior, some small part of him hoped it would be something
sexy.
*
     Regina Stone had been a model.  Not a Milan/New York runway
model, but one of the more famous local faces.  She had done many
area fashion shows and benefits and had been a regular in the
pages of local stores' ads and catalogs.  It was at a Christmas
charity show, where she and a few other girls were modeling
lingerie for a very select group of wealthy businessmen that she
met Jim Stone.  She knew the look in his eyes the instant she saw
him, and she knew she was going to marry well.
     Now, years later, with a husband away nine months of the
year and all the money she could spend, she did exactly as she
pleased and didn't care who was watching.
     Jim Stone had a pretty good idea what went on behind his
back but he was nearing sixty-five and could no longer keep up
with his much younger wife, and he didn't want to spend the time
and energy to find another wife.  Besides, Regina still looked
good and handled all the things he expected his wife to handle,
and, his ego liked the idea of these other men wanting his wife -
- he wondered how many of the guests they had greeted at the
start of the evening (neighbors, friends, landscapers, pool
cleaners, construction workers, deliverymen and on and on) had
tasted Regina's considerable charms often and enthusiastically
during the years while he was away on business.  And, finally,
and maybe the best reason he tolerated her indiscretions was that
there was no pre-nuptial agreement.
*
     Bobby was surprised to see so many people in the house.  He
thought the party was confined to the tent, but there were people
looking at the Stone's Christmas tree, decorated differently each
year (this year, it looked like all the ornaments were Irish
crystal).  There was food in the dining room and dozens of
bottles of wine open on the table.  The wide stairway was blocked
with wide red ribbons -- a sign to the guests to remain
downstairs.  When Bobby finally saw Regina again, she was
standing in the kitchen doorway.  She tilted her head for Bobby
to follow and walked through the crowd of caterer's people busily
rushing about the kitchen with hot pans and dishes of steaming
food.
     Around the corner, Bobby found the back stairs to the second
floor.  When he entered the stairwell, he saw Regina looking down
from the top step.  She smiled and said, "Lock it behind you,
dearie, and hurry up!"
     As Bobby reached the top of the stairs he looked to his
right and saw what was obviously the master bedroom suite.  To
his left, Regina was motioning for him to join her in another
room at the end of the long hall.
     Bobby reached the doorway and looked in, thanking the gods
in heaven as he watched Regina lowering the long zipper on her
red party dress.
     "Come in, Bobby.  Don't be shy.  Here, darling, help me with
my zipper."
     Bobby stepped closer and pulled the zipper down until it
stopped.  Regina turned to face him and with the slightest arm
motion, her dress slid to the floor.
     "Merry Christmas, Bobby!"
     Bobby stared in awe.  He guessed Regina was somewhere in her
mid-forties, but here she stood looking incredible.  Her skin was
white and smooth.  Her breasts were fabulous -- high and firm on
her chest.  She was still wearing her highheels and pantyhose but
they were the strangest pantyhose he had ever seen.  At the top
there were openings, and the hose went up to a waistband, almost
like a built-in garterbelt, leaving her pussy and ass naked!
     Regina smiled at the obvious rapture on Bobby's face.  "You
like, Bobby-dear?"  She cupped her breasts in her hands,
squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples.  "These are the
best money can buy.  Did your mom buy hers?  Or is she one of
those lucky ones who were born with a set of knockers like that?
Well, come on, boy, enough gawking, let's get this show on the
road!  I have a party I'm hostessing!"  With that, Regina reached
down and started unbuckling Bobby's belt.
     In seconds, Bobby had shed his pants, underwear, and shoes
and followed Regina down on to the big bed.
     "Nothing above the neck, Bobby-dear.  Mustn't mess up my
make-up."
     Bobby lavished kisses on her large tits, licking and sucking
and nibbling her nipples.
     "Ohh, very nice, dearie.  Can you go a little lower?"
     Eager to please, Bobby kissed his way down Regina's stomach
and into her trimmed bush, finding her hard, little clit.  He
sucked it between his teeth and began licking it with his tongue.
     While this wild scene played out, Bobby couldn't believe it
was happening.  He felt he was living out one of his junior high
wet dreams.  Here he was in bed with one of the major players in
many of his wet dreams.  Regina Stone had fueled more than a few
hand-jobs.  She had been the first woman Bobby had ever seen in a
thong bikini.  Even dressed up, Bobby had seen few lower-cut
blouses or shorter miniskirts than what Regina Stone wore.  He
remembered some of her costumes at neighborhood Halloween parties
-- as a harem girl, a sexy nurse right out of a porno video, and
as Lady Godiva.  He had heard the stories about her and her many
torrid affairs behind Jim Stone's back.  And, now, he was a
participant in the legend!
     "Ooooo!  You're good!  Right there, boy.  Right there.
Steady...  A little faster...  Ooo, good...  Harder...  Oooo...
Oooo...  A-huh!  Ooooo, here I come, darling!  Here I come!"
     Bobby continued nibbling her clit until she began to regain
her composure.
     "Oh, Bobby, that was VERY good.  Come on up and fuck me now,
boy!"
     Bobby lifted his head from her wet pussy and licked his way
up to her breasts.  As he did, he moved his cock into position
and plunged it into her cunt.  She was slippery wet and loose and
he began to feel her pussy muscles rippling along his shaft.  He
began to pump and her muscles grasp him tighter.  It was a great
fuck!
     "MOTHER!  Just what are you doing?"
     Bobby looked over at the doorway and saw Regina's daughter,
Mindy standing there.  Part of him wanted to pull out and run,
but it felt so damned good and Regina looked up at him and said,
"Ignore her.  She's jealous I got you first.  Just fuck me."
     And Bobby did.
     He was soon coming in strong spurts and Regina was heaving
her hips up to meet his thrusts.  Finished, he rolled off Regina
and watched as she grabbed her dress.  To his utter amazement, as
Regina stepped into her gown, Mindy was stepping out of hers.
Regina turned her back to Mindy and Mindy pulled Regina's zipper
up.
     Regina turned to Bobby, kissed him lightly on the lips and
said, "Welcome to the club, Bobby.  I'll be looking forward to
seeing you when you get home for the Summer.  Don't make yourself
a stranger, understand?"
     "Sure, Mrs. Stone.  And, thanks!"
     "You're welcome.  Now you and Mindy have a good time and
I'll see you later."
     Bobby looked at Mindy.  She was standing in her bra,
pantyhose and panties, smiling at Bobby.
     "You must have been good, Bobby.  Contrary to popular
belief, Mother doesn't invite everyone back.  Why don't you get
comfortable?"
     Bobby felt foolish as he realized that he was still dressed
in his blazer, shirt, tie, and socks!  He quickly stripped them
all off and turned to Mindy.
     She smiled agin, "Now, can you show ME how good you are?"
     Bobby walked toward Mindy.  Mindy wasn't the tall beauty
that her mother was.  She was short and lean, and not nearly as
rounded as Regina.  Her hair and eyes were brown and her face was
long and angular, with a fairly prominent nose and large teeth.
As she dropped her bra to the floor, Bobby saw that her breasts
were small and low on her chest and were already sagging.  When
she dropped her pantyhose and panties to the floor, Bobby noticed
how thin her thighs were and how bushy her pussy was.
     [`Oh, well,' he thought, `she's no beauty, but I'm not about
to refuse her and destroy my welcome around here!']
     Mindy dropped to her knees and sucked Bobby's sloppy-wet
prick into her mouth.  Bobby's fingers combed into her hair and
held her face tight to his groin as his cock revived itself in
her steamy hot mouth.
     Bobby thought his dick popped out another inch or two when
Mindy slid a finger up his ass!
     Mindy pulled her face away from his prick and looked up at
the teenager, "I want you good and hard because I like it up the
ass.  Have you ever fucked anyone up the ass, Bobby?"
     Bobby groaned and pulled Mindy up by her armpits.  As they
kissed passionately, Mindy rubbed her wet pussyslit up against
the boy's hard cock.  They both fell back onto the bed and Mindy
rolled over on to her stomach, "Butt-fuck me, Bobby!  Shove it up
my ass!"
*
     Over an hour later, Bobby stumbled back down to the tent.
The party had cleared out considerably and there were only a few
clusters of people sitting around some tables.  His parents and
sister were gone.  Regina Stone was sitting at one table, between
her husband and her son-in-law.  She smiled at Bobby as he turned
away from the bar with a beer.  He smiled back and made his way
over to the table with Scott and a few other neighborhood
friends.
     "Hey, bud, where the fuck you been?" Scott asked.
     "Around.  Being a good guest, checking out the Christmas
decorations."
     "Yeah, sure."
     "Truth."
     Bobby gulped his beer and got another one.  He was wiped
out.  Fucking Regina had been a dream come true, but fucking
Mindy had been unbelievable.  She was the most outrageous woman
he had ever been to bed with, and as far as he could tell, there
wasn't a single thing either one of them could think of that she
wasn't willing to do, and do enthusiastically.  Who would believe
that it wasn't sexy, obvious, flamboyant Regina, but her quiet,
mousy daughter that could fuck the dead back to life!
     What a night!
*