The party begins

As Taylor and John arrive, it was clear they were one of the last to arrive. Cars filled the driveway of Taylor's mom's house. They grabbed the food they had prepared, and walked around back to where the party was in full swing.

Taylor's mom Sherrie was in a lounge char sipping a drink. She didn't look bad, for an old broad, John thought to himself. She had short blonde hair, and deep blue eyes which were currently hidden behind dark sunglasses. She wore a black one piece bathing suit that accentuated her large breasts, and curvy body.

Laura and Erin were sitting near their mother, laughing at a story she was telling. Laura sat in a chair next to her mother, gorgeous as ever. Her long brown hair was curly and full of body, wearing a pair of tight white cotton shorts, and a blue tank top with an image of a faded flag. Her tits were perky and perfect. Erin, the youngest, perched on Laura's lap. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, her petite body obscured by a pink tanktop and short shorts.

Tammy, the oldest, wore an elegant flowery dress that clung tight enough to her skin to show off the best parts of her body. Her long blonde hair cascading down her back, shaded by the large sunhat and sunglasses she wore. She was at a table mixing drinks. Jason, apparently her date for the day, was a young muscular man Tammy saw in an on again off again relationship. He stood by her while she was flirting with him. He was too young for Tammy, making John smile at the thought of her pouncing on him like a jungle cat on its prey. Jason doesn't stand a chance.

Taylor and John made the rounds with kisses and hugs, he savored each one.

"Where's Patricia? Late as usual?", Taylor asked her mother.

"You know Patty," Mom replied, "perhaps she's stuck at the proctologist as he struggles the remove the stick from up her ass", she joked - obviously tippsy from the drinks, that remark was funny but unlike her.

The girls giggled.

John couldn't believe he was at a family outing after the crazy shit that went down. His cock still throbbed thinking about it. He had to calm himself down, this was a family outing for Christ's sake.

Patricia finally rolled in, wearing a pair of faded cuttoffs and a white tank top. Her short cropped black hair framing the scowl on her face. "Traffic was WHORE-A-BULL", she yelled obnoxiously.