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(A Tribute to Mary Granger)

This is a long introduction and I apologize for that but it seemed necessary to me. For those of you who don't have patience for these sorts of things feel free to skip it. But make sure you at least read the warning that precedes my story.

A wise man once said, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery". I cheerfully admit this story is unabashed imitation. I have been an admirer of Mary Granger for some time. Her style is truly unique and I enjoy it immensely. Unfortunately she doesn't write nearly as frequently as she once did and that has left a void that needed to be filled. But so far no one else has attempted to fill it. With a little apprehension I'm stepping up to the plate.

Mary and I have exchanged a number of highly entertaining e-mails over the years and she encouraged me to send her my fantasies. Recently I decided to send her a continuation of my favorite Mary Granger series, "Lucille and Mrs. Miller". It took some time and although I'm generally quite happy with the end result I'd be the first person to say that my deliberate attempt to imitate her style was only partially successful.

After finishing this piece I sent it to Mary. I wanted to get her reaction but I also wanted to get her permission to post a story using her characters under my own name. Unfortunately Mary Granger has gone silent again. I've tried several times and used a couple of different approaches to no avail. I've received no response from her. It's been about two months now since I finished this and I've been waiting patiently to post my effort. I've decided to go ahead and submit it without hearing from Mary. This is not the way I would have liked to go about this. But I really want to present this to the Literotica readership and start getting their feedback. If you enjoy this submission, Mary Granger deserves the lion's share of the credit. Hopefully she'll see this and start writing again to show me how it's supposed to be done.

Before reading my story you really should read the series it's a continuation of -- "Lucille and Mrs. Miller". It's found under the username MaryGrangerx. It's a 6 part series and the last installment is the unnumbered one. And then, while you're at it, look up the other names she has written under -- MaryR and most recently MaryGrangerx43. Most of you will be glad you did. Although I tried to start with something of a recap so you could just jump in and start reading my effort without having to read her series you're really better off reading the entire cycle of stories. I hope you'll read her stories so you'll be able to judge how closely my writing style resembles Mary's.

And finally, the pro forma warning:

This is a work of fantasy involving consenting adults. Everyone is over 21, a few of them well over. They are committing incest and although I enjoy incest stories immensely I don't recommend anybody trying it out in real life. In the last third of the story there will be some male-on-male sexual activity. If that is not your cup of tea you should stop reading at that point or, perhaps, not read the story at all. Either way is fine. And if you really hate the themes of this story and read it anyway and then proceed to excoriate me for having written it that's still fine. I understand that for some Lit members doing that is the only entertainment they derive from this site. Who am I to deny you your sole source of validation. But I won't apologize for it. You have been warned.

A Continuation

It was a glorious Monday morning.

The sunlight was streaming through the bedroom curtains. Lucille didn't want to get up. Her husband Bruce had already gotten up, fixed himself a bite to eat and had his coffee, and was already working down in the shed.

But Lucille stayed in bed, thinking about the wonderful events of the previous day.

For years Lucille had had fantasies about playing with her father's penis and had felt enormous guilt for having them. Even though her husband Bruce accepted and even encouraged Lucille to have these fantasies (and in fact enjoyed them as much as she did) she still felt terribly guilty because of them.

But not any more. Not after yesterday. Yesterday she and Bruce had told her parents all about her fantasies involving her mom and dad. They had even told them about Bruce's new found love of panties and wanting to be a "pretty boy". Her mother and father couldn't have been more understanding and it all had resulted in Bruce showing Jane, Lucille's mother, Lucille's pretty panties that he was wearing. Jane had even fondled his tiny prick and helped him to a very nice "dribble". Bruce had been quite ecstatic.

And Lucille's father not only showed her his cock it had turned out to be a magnificent big cock. Her mother had placed Lucille's hand on her father's cock and then Lucille had showed him her panties. She had even pulled the cotton gusset of her panties to the side and showed her Avcılar Escort father her black haired slit. Eventually, Lucille was rewarded by her father shooting an enormous load of spunk all over her face, much to her delight.

And, as nice as all of that was, it was even nicer when Bruce and Lucille got ready for bed. Just talking about all that had happened enabled Bruce to have another very nice "dribble" and then, when Lucille treated herself to her "dessert", listening to Bruce talk about watching his father-in-law's penis spunk all over her face made Lucille's "dessert" the best ever.

And now Lucille was simply lying in bed, reliving everything that had happened and looking forward to next Sunday when she and Bruce would go back to her parents for tea and dinner. And this time her sister Susan might be there with her husband Ronald. Lucille's mother had hinted deliciously that Susan