Flyover Country Ch. 02

After a quick moment, I told her Winslow figured in a song by the Eagles called "Take It Easy," and told her when it came out. She was thrilled. I didn't tell her it was a quick search on Bing that made me seem super knowledgeable when, in fact, I'd been as much in the dark as Mom at first.

Mercedes caught my eye, holding up something I guessed she'd found in the closet. I looked ... and my jaw dropped. After a second or two, I grinned.

In her right hand, Mercedes was holding up a pair of fur-lined handcuffs and in her left a matching set of ankle cuffs. I took the handcuffs from her.

"Uh, Mom...?" I asked. "What are these, pray tell?" I held up the restraints. I saw the key to unlock them was taped to a length of metal chain. I waited, allowing the cuffs to dangle and twist in front of the laptop's camera.

"Dang it, Thom, I thought you cleaned out the closet," Mom asked furiously, directing the question to her left, off-screen.

"Nope!" Dad's voice remarked succinctly. "You said YOU were going to get your box of goodies and put it in the RV, honey ... remember?"

Mom faced back around and pursed her lips. "Well, Sweetie," she finally said, somewhat coyly, "...sometimes mommies and daddies get kinda frisky ... and—"

I interrupted. "Mom, I know about the birds and the bees, alright?" I had to grin. "Now tell me what these are all about."

She took a deep breath, clearly trying to think of an escape giving some kind of answer. At length, she shrugged her shoulders. "Matt, honey, your Dad and I ... we're old ... older'n you ... but we aren't dead!" She showed her teeth in a thoroughly amused grin. "And we do like our fun and games, okay?"

Mercedes handed me a double strap-on harness. I blinked, and then held it in front of the laptop camera.

"And what is this, Mom?" I asked.

Mom took another deep breath. "Well, hell...," she began. She looked crossly to the side. I was sure that was where Dad was lurking.

"Dammit, Thom, you shoulda reminded me about the box, dang it!" She didn't get a reply and seemingly didn't expect one. "So ... Sweetie ... maybe perhaps ... like on his birthday ... your Dad gets really, really lucky ... if, you know, one of my girlfriends comes over on ... ahhh ... his special night and we..."

TMI, absolutely too much information, but I was having a ball, teasing my Mom. Apparently there were many things I never knew about my parents. On the other hand, I did understand they were a vigorous, thoroughly affectionate couple, and apparently, adventurous. I had a flash memory of one time...

"Oh, shit! You mean like when Aunt Janet came over and stayed the night?" I asked. "Aunt" Janet wasn't my aunt; she was just a close friend of my Mom's. Perhaps a lot closer than I'd known.

"Ummm ... mmmm...," Mom mumbled. She didn't exactly say yes, but her muttering didn't sound like a "no," either. Wow!

I couldn't get over it. "So...," when you sent me down to my cabin on Dad's birthday that time, y'all were—"

"Don't be crude, Matthew," Mom cautioned me primly.

"I won't, Mom," I promised, "...but why the...?"

" 'Cause I have a policy, boy, when your Dad gets some ... I get some!"

I didn't say another word. My mind was well and truly blown.

"Hi, Sweetie," my Mom called out.

I did not know what Mom was up to now. She'd already greeted me.

"Is my son treatin' you right?" she asked. "Shouldn't you introduce us, Matthew?" she said, clearly to me.

I was confused. Mercedes was not in the frame of the camera and she was being quiet, so Mom shouldn't have known anyone was there with me.

"Son...," Mom said reprovingly, "...you do remember my floor mirror is over there in back of you, right?"

I looked behind me. Standing against the wall, and aimed at just the right angle, was the old full-length mirror Mom kept in the bedroom. There was Mercedes, looking down at some other instrument of pleasure, centered right in the reflected image. I casually—well, as casually as I could—reached out and pulled the tail of my T-shirt farther down over Mercedes' beautifully rounded behind.

I sighed. Things were getting complicated.

"Mom, say hello to Mercedes ... Mercedes, my Mom..." I said, introducing them.

Mercedes waved at the mirror, then turned around and put her face next to mine so the camera could pick her up. "Hi, Mrs. Singletary," she said cheerfully.

Mom chuckled. "Honey, after the conversation you've been listening to, I don't think we need to be all that formal—call me Lea ... yeah ... just like in Star Wars!" Mom said merrily. She was grinning happily.

"OK, Lea...," Mercedes replied briskly, "...I think it's sweet how you and your son can talk so ... free like that. It's wonderful."

They talked for a bit and I kind of tuned them out. I was pretty sure Mom couldn't see my left hand caressing the inside of Mercedes' right thigh ... but I wasn't sure if something like that had to be hidden anymore. Strange morning. Then Dad's face came into view from the side and he said hello to Mercedes and then dropped back out of sight. The last I saw of him was the back of his head sliding downward out of view.

Mom lurched backward a little, grabbed at the edge of the table, and then came back forward. I was puzzled for a second...

"MOM...! Is ... uh ... Dad ... uh...?"

My Mom looked at me mischievously. "Baby, you don't think you're the only one Uncle Jake ... ah ... counseled ... do you?" she asked sweetly. She gasped and hunched forward again.

I was in shock. My Mom knew Uncle Jake taught me everything I knew about eating pussy? What? Did she also know some of his girlfriends taught me other things?

"Sugar, I gotta go, okay?" Mom said unsteadily. Her eyes shifted as she glanced at Mercedes. "Don't you two do anything we wouldn't do, okay...?" She reached out to tap a key on her laptop.

"MOM!" I threw in before she could kill the chat. "Just what would you not do?"

She pondered that for a long moment.

"Honey ... I'll have to get back to you on that, okay?" she said sweetly. "Nice to meet you, Mercedes," she called. She stabbed a finger at her keyboard and her image died.

I closed my laptop and looked around at Mercedes. I was shocked, but not dismayed.

"Cowboy...," Mercedes cooed, "how bad do you need to go horsy riding, anyway?" she asked, strolling toward the bed with the matched set of cuffs in hand.

I didn't waste time answering; I was moving fast in her direction. She had the T-shirt off and was sprawled naked on the bed in an instant with her wrists in the cuffs and her thighs spread wide when I got there.

We didn't go horseback riding that day, or the next. We did go riding on the fourth day; we needed the break.

* * *

That's how things were, all through the weekend and into the next week. What we had changed on Thursday.

"Honey ... Matt," Mercedes asked softly at breakfast. She'd been quiet since we woke up and I could see something was bothering her.

"Uh-huh?" I replied steadily. I was sure I was about the find out what the problem was.

"You know Stephanie, right?"

"I do ... well, I don't know, know her ... but I know who you're talking about, yes."

Mercedes nodded. "Could I ... could we ask her to come out to stay with us? Would that be all right?"

I was taken aback. Things between Mercedes and me had been going great. We fit together incredibly well—in bed and out of it. We did the morning farm chores together, fixed meals together, took walks almost down to the road, went horseback riding, and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

Or so I'd thought. Why was she wanting to bring someone out here who could only make it harder for Mercedes and me to connect on even deeper levels? On the other hand, her question had been about bringing Stephanie out to stay with "us," which was an interesting way to phrase things.

"Sure," I said evenly. There was no sense throwing up roadblocks. If Mercedes didn't want to be alone with me, it wasn't going to happen, so I might just as well get out in front of whatever was happening.

Mercedes brightened immediately. "Thanks, honey! I'll call her, okay?"

"You bet."

She reached out to hold my hand as the connection was made and pulled me down beside her. She didn't want me to leave while she talked to her friend. Seemed to me that was a good sign.

"Hi, Stephie," Mercedes greeted her girlfriend, "Cowboy says 'yeah' so it's a go! ... uh-huh, we can do some routines ... the living room has a hardwood floor and ... yes, Stephanie ... uh, horses—yes, the airplane too. Stephanie—STEPHANIE!—quit talking!" She rolled her eyes while looking up at me.

"Okay, yeah, we'll do all kinds of things ... just pack—Stephanie ... Stephanie ... STEPHIE—hush! LISTEN to me, woman!

"Just pack a few things in a ... no, you won't need much ... we're pretty much ... ah ... clothing optional, okay? Yeah, I do know ... listen ... pack me a bag with my brushes and hairdryer and ... yeah, you know what I need ... right!"

She'd said, "we" again, referring to me and her—I liked that. It made me feel better about whatever this was.

A thought occurred to me. I waved a hand to get her attention.

"Hang on a minute, Steph," Mercedes told the girl at the other end of the line.

"Does she know how to get here?" I asked. Everything Mercedes had talked about was for Stephanie to bring things to the ranch. Mercedes breathed in and exhaled in exasperation. She shook her head. I smiled.

"If she can get to McReady's Airfield, we can go pick her up in the Cessna, whatcha think?" I gave her the address and started some driving instructions.

"She has a GPS thingie," Mercedes said, cutting me off. She gave Stephanie the address and looked up at me. "When?" she asked.

"How soon can she get there?"

Mercedes inquired and got an answer. "...Couple a' hours?"

I nodded, looking at the wall clock. "Okay, tell her we'll be there at 1:00 o'clock!" And then I thought of something Mercedes told Stephanie.

I motioned for her to cover the microphone. "Was she upset about the 'clothing optional' thing you told her?" I asked.

Mercedes grinned broadly. "Huh-uh. Steph is ... ahhhh ... well ... maybe a little bit of an exhibitionist..."

I answered her grin with one of my own. I had a naughty idea. "Okay ... tell her ... well, how 'bout putting her on speaker and I'll tell her."

Mercedes did that, tapping an icon on the screen and setting the phone on the table. I sat down next to her.

"Stephanie?" I asked. "Hey, this is ... uhhhh ... Cowboy..."

"Hi, Cowboy!" she replied brightly. She wasn't hesitant or bashful. She'd talked to me when I subbed for Mercedes during a few of their marathon conversations so Mercedes could make a quick pit stop.

"Say, Steph, we'll fly down there to meet you at McReady's, like Mercedes said, but sweetheart, I think you should know this is 'National Nude Flying Day' ... did you know that?"

"Mmmm ... uh ... no ... what does that mean?" Stephanie asked, baffled.

I grinned at Mercedes. "Well, Stephanie, what it means is that everyone in a small plane must fly nude if they take off between the hours of 7:00 AM and 11:00 PM ... and that would definitely include us. I'm just as sorry as I can be, but I don't know any way to get around it," I told her.

Mercedes had both palms over her mouth, stifling a laugh. Her eyes were dancing merrily.

"Well...," Stephanie said dubiously, "I guess it's okay ... uh, do I need to drive to the airport with no clothes on?"

"Oh, no ... not at all," I told her. I didn't want the police arresting her en route. "But when you get into the parking lot at McReady's—well, you'll need to be nude when you ... exit the car and walk to the plane, okay—very important!"

I was so full of it! But I was having a ball, playing a trick on her. "Be sure not to leave the car 'til you see Mercedes and me taxi up to the side of the field nearest the parking lot, okay?"

"Okay," Stephanie said happily.

I rose and walked out to the kitchen to make some quick sandwiches. We'd made a nice beef roast with all the fixin's last night for dinner and I had visions of roast beef sandwiches dancing in my head.

* * *

Mercedes helped me do a quick preflight on the Cessna. It was the first such I'd ever done stark naked, and the most fun too. We did put a change of clothes in the luggage storage compartment, but we flew naked except for sandals.

"Are you sure this'll be okay?" Mercedes asked for the umpteenth time.

"Honey," I replied patiently, "I can't tell you how few times I've been pulled over by sky cops while flying from one place to another—oh, yes I can! Never!" I grinned. This was going to be so good!

McReady's was a small airfield on the outskirts of the city. It didn't have a tower and wasn't in the big city's controlled space. It was seldom used; it catered to the weekend private pilot who just wanted to get in the air and fly around a while. I knew the field, the owner, and the staff there very well. I liked them and they liked me.

I did a flyby across the airfield, looking down into the parking lot. It was three minutes until 1:00 and ... THERE! It was a small car pulling in. I held the Cessna in a steep bank to the right, letting Mercedes look down things over.

"Is that Stephanie in that baby-shit green thing?" I asked.

"It's not baby shi—yeah, that's her," Mercedes told me.

I straightened up, flew my downwind leg and then dropped the Cessna in for a good landing. As we taxied toward the parking lot, a pretty blonde got out of the car, naked except for sandals. She walked to the edge of the grassy landing strip, carrying two small pieces of luggage.

She walked confidently up to the Cessna and accepted my hand signals to go around to Mercedes' side. In seconds, Mercedes was outside the plane and passing the small bags inside to me. I hastily tossed them into the passenger seat behind me. Stephanie got in and settled into the remaining back seat and Mercedes scrambled into her seat, up front with me. She buckled her seat belt hurriedly, her face flushed with excitement. We were all grinning at our naughtiness.

I gunned the engine, taxied back out, and got the plane airborne a couple of minutes later.

"Victor Poppa Romeo, three-one-niner," said a voice on the radio. It was Gene, the airfield's owner. He wasn't a controller, the airfield didn't even have a tower to work from, so this was probably a social call. I motioned for Mercedes and Stephanie to don the earphones I'd set out for them.

"Victor Poppa Romeo, three-one-niner!" I replied, beaming a smile at no one and nothing.

"Ahhh, three-one-niner ... request you return to McReady field for ... uh ... passenger processing and inspection, copy?" Gene was just barely able to avoid laughing out loud. I could hear chuckles and some commentary in the background.

I smiled even more broadly. "Negative, McReady," I replied. "Three-one-niner is en route to the home port for a ... for a vital sun worshipping event, ten-four?"

"Mmmmm ... you have a whole big bunch of folks who would really like for you to stay a while and socialize, Matt," he told me, abandoning the attempt to appear even quasi-professional.

"I understand, Gene," I said, "...but it's getting awfully, awfully urgent for me to get where I'm going, copy?"

"You dog!" he snapped back at me.

"Woof ... woof," I responded, laughing out loud. "Victor Poppa Romeo three-one-niner, out!" I set about setting a course set to fly home. I showed the girls how to switch their headsets to the intercom position.

"Okay ... what's going on?" Stephanie asked.

Mercedes giggled. "You been had, girl," she told Stephanie. "There's no such thing as 'Nude Flying Day'," Mercedes told her friend.

"Very glad to ... SEE you, Miss Stephanie," I said jokingly, offering my hand for a handshake.

"Annnggghhh!" Stephanie retorted, slapping my hand away. "Like that man said ... you DOG!" But she didn't sound that upset.

Mercedes had told me Stephanie was something of an exhibitionist and that seemed likely. She sure had a lot to exhibit, in my opinion. She had blonde hair she wore in a pageboy style, impressive breasts and long, long legs.

The one thing I didn't understand was that Mercedes had told me earlier Stephanie was a lesbian. Then she'd confused the issue by saying, "at least, Stephanie thought she was" a lesbian. Stephanie sure seemed comfortable being without clothing with a strange man in the little cabin of a Cessna—but what did I know?

I was confused, but I wasn't inclined to worry about it. I was just enjoying being with two very sexy and very naked young women. Neither of them had even a single hair on their pubes. I was in heaven, as far as I was concerned.

* * *

We filled in the afternoon hours, giving Stephanie the grand tour of the house and the grounds. Stephanie was introduced to Ginger, and my horse (Dad had named him "Hoss" many years ago), as well as the chestnut I thought Stephanie should ride if we all three went riding.

Most of the afternoon was spent around the pool as the two girls caught each other up on recent events in their lives. Mercedes included me in the conversation and led the discussion into arenas where Stephanie and I could speak to one another and get to know each other.

By the time the sun started taking a header, we were all comfortable with each other and Mercedes began moving closer to me once more, touching me companionably and moving in my personal space more than she had at the beginning of the afternoon. She kissed me every once in a while, and I was sure it was meant to show Stephanie that Mercedes and I were very close.

* * *

When we closed and locked the outside doors for the night, Mercedes took Stephanie and me by our hands and pulled us upstairs to the bedroom. There hadn't been any discussion of sex; apparently, it was understood by the two women doing naughty things was preordained from the moment naked Stephanie climbed up into the plane. I didn't object, I didn't show even a token bit of hesitation. As we entered the bedroom, Mercedes breathed into my ear, "Remember ... she thinks she's a lesbian, okay?"

Mercedes had said that before, but I didn't quite know what to think of it. Mercedes didn't emphasize any of the words, so ... was I to understand the important word was "thinks" or did I need to understand that thinking she was a lesbian meant it was so? I guessed I'd just have to play it by ear.

At any rate, Mercedes knelt on the edge of the bed, turned around and captured a hand from Stephanie and me to pull us down beside her. Mercedes lay on her back with her legs slightly apart looking at me and then Stephanie in turn. She released our hands; then slid her fingers down to our groins. She had Stephanie's pussy in her left palm, and my growing hard-on in her right.

"Please ... I want you both," Mercedes whispered. There was a pause, Stephanie looked at me across Mercedes' naked breasts, and I looked right back at her.

"Stephie, will you help me make love to Mercedes...?" I asked softly. I was perhaps venturing out onto thin ice. I'd heard Mercedes call Stephanie by that pet name a couple of times, but she might take offense hearing it from me.

Stephanie mulled things over for a full nanosecond, nodded imperceptibly and took Mercedes' left nipple between her lips. I took Mercedes' right breast in my mouth and sucked gently, then concentrated on tonguing her aureole and finally her nipple, which was already a hard little spike.

Stephie and I mauled Mercedes' breasts, then kissed our way down the length of Mercedes' body. When we reached her knees and started kissing our way back up, Stephie and I lifted our heads at the same time.

I'd been listening to Mercedes' ragged breathing and soft entreaties and I knew she was getting hotter and hotter ... and Stephie's face said she was as aware as I was. I grinned and dared to lean over Mercedes' wide-spread thighs to kiss Stephie on her forehead. I waited, baring my face for a furious slap, but it never came. Instead, Stephie put her palm against my cheek and caressed it for a brief moment, then she went back to pleasuring Mercedes. So did I.