JENNIFER AND
MICKEY EMM
A Fictional Tale of Tail
Especially Just for Thee
By Izzy
Ess of Incestuousness
Substantial moneys were available to
Mickey Mastroianni, accepted boss of Birmingham in Alabama. Mickey had been transferred from Milano to
the New York City folks as chief accountant for the organization for
redistribution of the hard-earned money of Americans who wrongly felt that the
American dream was a possibility. The
main victims were exactly those who were ambitious and jealous of those wealthy
neighbours who had riches left to them by ancestors, who had been around during
golden times when stocks and bonds paid off in spades, before the world-wide
crash of markets in October, 1929. The
World War starting in 1939 and ending in 1945, enriched millions all around the
world. Even countries that had “lost”
the war, were enriched beyond the dreams of some controllers of the world of
finance. Mickey’s bosses and their
ancestors had cashed in on the underground demands for booze, women, drugs and
gambling urges. During Prohibition, some
distinctly Irish, Jewish and Italian folks had cashed in in a big way. American industrialists cashed in, tremendously. Cars were big as were the houses, here and
there, constructed for the fairly rich and very rich. Illegalities abounded. Henry Ford stood out as a benevolent
controller of an industry while others did stand out as crooks. Wal-Mart, Coca Cola and Macdonald’s practically
started Chinese money fountains.
Perhaps, I have a misconception of the truths of Rockefeller, Hilton and
the genius of money and securities, Sir J. P. Morgan who simply said, “The
Markets will go up and then they will go down and then it’s up and down again,
forever, mainly going up. Market crashes
were predicted by the insiders and those that cashed in were the lucky
ones. Those that held out for the bigger
profits were the losers, mostly. “Be
satisfied with many little gains,” became the most successful financial advice
since time began.
The Mickey Mastroianni aura was that of
quiet genius who helped amass great fortunes for himself and others of his
ilk. His transfer to the Southern USA
was itself a stroke of genius. The
business world in some of these areas was ripe for reaping. Mickey was invisible it seems and survived
the killing and eliminating purges that were common to his crowd. The “purges” were from inside and outside of
his Italian groups. Successfully, he
“came out clean” from situations that would, could and should, have buried many
men.
Like others, he was quite devoted to
the Roman Catholic ideology. His
marriage to Maureen was quite solid and his children were adored by Mickey and Maureen,
nee Weinstein. Michael, Mickey’s oldest,
was a corporate lawyer and in control of IBM finances. John was Chief of Surgery at Saint John’s
Hospital in Boston, while his third son was the Chief Accountant at Bill Gates’
big Microsoft concern. His only
daughter, Mrs. Mary Margaret Mallory a doppelgänger for Sophia Loren, was the
CEO of her own company, Maestro’s, a designer clothing and accessory concern in
Birmingham, Atlanta and Miami, for evening wear and bathing suits. The children’s marriages were quite successful
and engendered eight healthy, intelligent and active grandchildren for Mickey
and Maureen.
Dear readers, please don’t worry,
there’s a tragic flaw in Mickey that will catch our interest right now. Our Mickey’s image was intact. Only Maureen knew what was his
“problem.” At one time, she had read
extensively about such matters and had tried to help her husband,
unsuccessfully. Mickey harboured
fantasies about little girls. When he
was very young, in old Milano, he had been enthralled by his own sister,
Sophie, and her friend, Maria. He was
four and Maureen and Sophie were but five.
They bathed together frequently in the Maestroianni fountain in their
courtyard, in the sun. The parents were
quite liberal with regard to nudity and Mickey liked what he had seen and
frequently experienced. Maureen and
Sophie liked little Mickey’s little mickey, the thing that hung between his
thighs. It wasn’t large but it was
interesting to the little girls who often said, “I wish I had a wee-wee just
like yours. They looked and touched and
tickled Mickey, endlessly, to see how much they could affect the shape and size
of his wee wee-wee. He, responded with
great interest in their small wee-wees, laughing with them as they tickled one
another in the fountain and their bedrooms, late at night. At ten, Mickey was enthralled by his two
playmates. Their young breasts were
exciting to behold and play with. Their
little honeypots were getting bigger and much moister and quite silky to the touch
of his somewhat larger wee-wee which the three of them had twice
discovered. He and they had started
squirting with delight and juices that were once so bland, were now so hot and
quite delicious on their tongues.
The parents were so glad when their
little trio seemed to lose their interest in each other when their features
started looking like maturity had set in.
Mickey seemed to be afraid, his little Sophie and her friend Maureen,
were changing to look much like his mother which apparently was frightening to
him. Likewise, his nymphets were getting
scared when Mickey started looking like their fathers, who were scary to them
both. Going to their separate all boys
and all girls catholic schools helped to separate them from their childhoods as
they entered adulthoods, their confirmations and their adult bodies, football
and the other sports, like tennis. The
actuality of dating would come later under stricter supervision and parental
watchfulness and chaperoning. “The
Devil’s Music, Rock and Roll was not too popular in old Milano, still quite
steeped in classic opera at La Scala.
Italian movie stars like Sophia and Marcello were the models for
romanticism which the teenagers of Milano could emulate.
Mickey was a brilliant student and a
starring football player and was adored by lots of teenage girls. He harboured, ever, his images of young
Sophia and Maria. Maureen was
sympathetic but was not able to distract her hero husband from his fantasies. It was especially difficult when his own
daughter, Jennifer, was born. Maureen was
so protective of her, she would not allow her husband to be alone with his own
daughter for extended times. What she
didn’t calculate was her own daughter’s very strong interest in the bodies of
her brothers and her dad. Our Jennifer
took to stealthy night-time visits to the beds of each and every older
brother. To get to mickey, she would
yell and scream to simulate a nightmare.
This would get her mom or dad to lie with her to soothe her. Or, they would invite her to lie down between
them for the night.
Jennifer had already seen her mom up
close when her mom would bathe with her.
She, playfully, would grab her mother’s ample breasts and big brown
nipples and watch them grow and harden with her touch. Also, Jennifer would poke around her private
parts and feel her large clitoris, and watch it point and throb. She discovered that her mother’s honeypot was
very large and would admit her little fist and make it moist and hot. Her mom would often shake her head as if to
say that was enough, but Jennifer detected that her mom enjoyed the penetration
and would moan if she did use her little hand to massage her inner chamber ‘til
her mother grabbed her little wrist and pulled her fist right out. Her mother would admonish her by saying,
“That’s not for you to do, my precious Jennifer. Only daddy has the right to go inside of me.”
Of course, our Jennifer preferred her
father to her brothers, Michael, John and William, and to her mother, when it
came to exploration. Daddy would lie down
with her, with or without her mom, on the other side of her She liked immensely her own dad’s large
wee-wee. She liked to play with it and
lick it and just put it in her mouth, to see if it could just be done. She liked to play with his big balls inside
his sac and move them all about. She
opened wide her mouth and when she was only four, she put each separate nut
inside her mouth and licked it with enthusiasm.
Jennifer was not yet three when she lost her cherry to her oldest
brother, Mike. She did dream of getting
her big dad’s big wee-wee so deep inside her, to thus emulate her mother’s
feat, which she had seen one night, when her mom and dad had done the sex act,
when she’d been faking sleep, between them.
It looked like an exciting thing to do.
Sure, she’d much enjoyed her brothers’ tiny wee-wees deep inside her
especially when they pulled it out and pushed it back in deeply and did squirt
something hot and sticky leaving a deposit for her tiny inner honeypot.
When Jennifer was four, she’d already
seen her dad’s erection and she knew already how to make it long and hard and
throbbing. In the darkness of a night
when she was alone with her great dad, she did it, with an excitement that
she’d never felt before. Her dad was
half asleep. She had undone her father's
strings to his pajama bottoms and had fished his wee-wee out. She slid down to be able to get his penile
head inside her mouth and licked it hungrily.
Her dad awoke, but didn’t stop what she was doing. He did wiggle out of his pajamas to be
completely nude, as Jennifer already had just made herself, completely
nude.
Miz Jennifer got ready by pushing her
great dad to get him lying on his back, his mast just throbbing and just
pointing straight up. Jennifer just
slowly mounted him and spread her knees around his hips. She lowered her small body to point his penis
right at her tiny honeypot. There was
resistance to his penetration and he waited patiently as she just wiggled and
spread her thighs completely wide as her dad’s big penile head was pushing on
her tiny private parts. Her dad began to
squirm and helped to get his head between her tiny lower lips. She smiled at her own dad, who smiled right
back. They managed to get his huge head
into her small honey pot and she began to squirt some liquid to facilitate the
entry of his penis into her. It
popped. She slide down and allowed his
shaft to enter her. She was ecstatic as
her father held her hips and pulled her firmly down. She felt this huge erection push against her
inner private parts and squirted many times to keep the lubrication coming. They got his shaft about a quarter into her
and she exploded with a rush of pleasant feelings all throughout her body. She felt her insides open up as her dad
pushed his big penis in a little further.
Jennifer felt something up behind her belly button and her dad began to
throb. She felt his squirting. It was hot and wonderful. She exploded once again. Her dad had clenched his eyes completely shut
and with a final shove got all his penis into his own daughter, who began to
squeal with victory. Her dad let go and
filled her inner honeypot with lots of hot and salty semen. He screamed and let the household know that
he had scored with Jennifer.
Her mother suddenly appeared beside
them and she tried to pull her daughter off her husband, but it was too
late. Miz Jennifer was screaming with
delight and ecstasy while her father gave her all he had. Her mother held her tight and she responded
by another round of squealing spasms. Maureen
took her clothes off and she pressed her breasts against her husband’s mouth to
stifle further screaming. In came three
naked brothers and they did a group hug thing.
All the brothers, took their turns with Jennifer’s excited mom and she
responded with élan to each of them. In
turn she offered her warm mouth to her sons’ delights and took their semen in
her throat and swallowed all of it. The
brothers all massaged their sister’s tiny chest and made the tiny nipples
hard. Ms. Jennifer responded by giving
her tiny mouth to each of her nude brothers for their pleasure. She mimicked her great mother by taking all
the brothers had to offer and swallowing their salty, hot deposits in her mouth
and throat. Ms. Jennifer was quite
attached to her great dad as his big penis softened and it squished right out
of her. Her mother took it in her mouth
and made it hard again. She pushed her
daughter off her husband and she mounted him too quickly for her daughter to
resist. She pumped her husband with enthusiasm
and she felt the pleasure rise and fall until they both exploded. All the siblings had been watching and they
gave their folks a standing “O.” They
all started laughing and they hit the showers to refresh and clean themselves.
In the showers there was more of
petting and some feelings up. Maureen
and Jennifer bent over under running water and the men and boys partook of what
they offered with some laughter and some squealing going on. Well, finally, they all toweled off and went
downstairs completely nude to have some breakfast, coffee and some orange
juice. More feelings up ensued without some
negativity. The breakfast and the
feelings up were just delicious. Maureen
stood naked and announced, “It’s dawn.
Please, everyone, let us pretend this never happened and let’s go to our
respective bedrooms and get dressed and combed to greet the day. There’s school for you three boys. Your dad and I have meetings all day
long. Miz Jennifer, my darling daughter,
you’ll have all day alone to clean the kitchen dishes and just straighten up
our rooms We’ll meet again late
afternoon and have a little talk about our interlude of pleasure. It was fun but not too moral. We will try to make the best of it and see it
never happens in the future, eh?”
Not much was said at suppertime and no
one looked directly at the others at the dinner table. Jennifer broke the ice by loudly stating she
desired to do it all again. Maureen
capitulated and declared, “OK! But just
this one more time and we must promise not to do it ever, after this
night.” They all agreed and dropped
their clothes right on the floor and ran up to the master bedroom to repeat
last evening’s pleasures. Jennifer was
at the centre of it all and squealed delightfully, throughout. They played each other’s private parts for
fun and pleasure through the night, until the dawn and shower time. They all got dressed and sheepishly appeared
for a big silent breakfast. Jennifer
declared: “Mom, it all was just tremendous.
Can’t we do it one more time tonight?”
Reluctantly, Maureen said, “Yes,” and added, firmly, “This will be our
last time ever! Do you all
Capeesh?” All did agree and headed out
to do their thing.
Of course, dear reader, that was not
the last night. Every night until Ms.
Jennifer’s thirteenth birthday, they laughed and squealed and did each other,
front door, back door and every door available.
Their hearty laughter would have been so loud, it could have roused the
neighbours, but the house was safe.
At thirteen, Jennifer decided that she
would start dating. So, her mom and dad
gave her all blessings that were appropriate.
Everyone in her family said they would miss her and her devilish ways.
They wished for her some happy landings and some happy hunting. They reminded her that what was done at their
home, stays in their home. It was not
for publication, eh?
Jennifer told me her whole story. I am just her husband, Gerry Mallory, and I
was sworn to secrecy. My wife has died
of uterine malignancy. She was only
54. I promised her that I would never
publish anything about her family, unless I did disguise it well and didn’t
leave a clue about her true identity. I
promised and I am delivering. There is
no real person who is really Jennifer.
This did not take place in Birmingham or anywhere within the Continental
USA. And, my name is not what it does
seem to be. I am not Gerry Mallory, nor
was my wife named originally Jennifer Mastroianni.
THE END
©
izzy sommers, md
Wetland,
Kanata
October,
8, 2013
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