A Whore For The Whole Family

Diana felt anticipation growing within her as Michael
wheeled their small, fully packed MGB down the narrow
road. Outside, the moss-laden cypresses of the bayou
country blurred by. She reached out and lovingly
squeezed her husband’s thigh. He glanced at her, smiled,
then returned his eyes to the winding road.

Michael had been uneasy about this visit to his parents
home, afraid she would be offended by the interruption
of their honeymoon, which would eventually end up in
Mexico City for a week, before Michael took over a
position in a small Houston advertising firm.

But the trip was necessary, she had assured him. He had
some money tied up in a trust, which was now needed to
buy in as a partner of the firm. The business deal was
too important to pass by! And besides, she was looking
forward to meeting the Hightower family.

“Hold on and watch out for ‘gators,” Michael cut into
her thoughts, as he turned off the highway onto a small
asphalt road. “It’s about five miles up this way.”

Diana slipped the clasp from her purse and retrieved the
needed brush and lipstick to prepare herself for her
first encounter with her new in-laws.

“Don’t worry,” Michael threw her a broad grin. “You’re
beautiful… as always.”

She chuckled, “I love you, too. But first impression and
best foot forward, you know.”

“No problem. They’ll love you,” he assured her. “I just
hope you’ll like…”

“Relax, I know I’ll like them,” she broke in, as she
straightened her clothing and pressed the wrinkles from
her skirt with her palms. “Especially if they’re
anything like you.”

“I give up. A woman in love is blind,” he grinned and
shrugged his shoulders. “Just remember, the Hightowers
are a bit eccentric.”

“I’ll remember,” she grimmaced. “You make it sound as if
I was walking into some grisly scene straight out of a
Gothic novel.”

“It’s not quite that bad…” he laughed, “…but the
Hightower family is just a little bit different and
somewhat weird.”

“You can’t scare me off now, Michael Hightower!” she
returned in mock anger. “I’ve read all those tales of
werewolves and vampires. And I’ve come equipped with a
silver bullet and wooden stake!”

His laughter increased, “Okay! You win! No more!”

Then he continued, carrying her joke a step further,
“Just remember, Grandma sacrifices virgins at midnight
every night in the basement!”

“Virgins, hmmmmm?” she slid her hand up to the crotch of
his jeans and allowed her fingers to tease along the
sleeping bulge of his cock. “No worry there for me, is
there!”

“You keep that up, woman, and I’ll have to pull over to
the side-of the road and rape your young body!” he
grinned, easing her tempting fingers away.

“Promises, promises,” she sighed, a wistful look in her
eyes.

“Patience, my dear,” he answered in a Bela Lugosi
imitation, “ven night come, so vill you!”

Suddenly, she scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned
over. Her teeth lightly nipped at his neck and she
sucked loudly.

“I vant to suck your co…” she started.

“Greedy, bitch!” his palm slapped sharply on the exposed
cheek of her skirt-covered rump.

“Ouch!” she yelped, pouting as she withdrew back into
her seat.

He grinned at her, “On your best behavior, wench; we’re
here.”

Before them on the road, which apparently was nothing
more than one hell of a long driveway, stood a massive
stone wall. A wrought iron gate, complete with arch and
a swirling Old English “H” in an intricate circle, was
open. Slowing down, Michael eased the sports car through
the narrow passage. No longer was the surrounding
country the tangled jungle of bayou undergrowth, but a
plush carpet of green grass. No, she decided, lawn was
more like it, well-manicured with landscaped shrubs
growing around towering magnolia trees.

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