Chapter 1
Francine
I have two weeks unused leave time that I am going to use up before I out process from the air force at the joint base Lewis-MC Cord just south of Spanaway.
With mom’s mansion being in Queene Anne, that will be an hour and a half drive to the base. That’s during the low traffic time of day. During the high traffic time of day that could be at least a half an hour more even without any accidents or backups.
I have researched the man that mom married. I was even more surprised that he had bothered to marry my mother. Jack Rambone is a very successful author who has fame and riches of his own. On top of that, he is an absolute hunk. He is only six years older than me.
I wonder if Jack has any clue that my mother is a promiscuous cock crazed slut at the best of times. With her money, she can have any man she wants. And she does…have them. With all her travelling, I’m sure she has lots of opportunities to play at will.
I just wonder what Jack’s story is? I have read many of his stories. Damn, can that man make my panties wet. If he has done even 20% of the sexual things he writes about, I would love to have him to hook up with some time.
I had never heard of women cumming so hard that they spray fluid out of the pussy in gushes. If Jack could do that to a woman, I would spread my legs for him in an instant. I wouldn’t even care that he is married to my mother.
I fucked way more than my share of men at Hill Air Force Base and in the surrounding cities. I even had an affair with my commanding officer before he was promoted and sent to be a base commander in Greenland.
I joined a motorcycle club in Ogden. I fucked quite a few of the bikers over the two years I was doing rides on my blue Harley. That’s where I got my new name. The guys all called me Franky. Free and easy Franky.
The other military police guys that I worked with loved the new moniker immediately.
The name just stuck. I had a problem answering to the name Francine after that.
When the bikers presented me with a black leather jacket with the club colors on it, the name Franky was sewn in above the left breast pocket.
As I am taking an uber to the mansion from SeaTac on Monday morning, I wonder if my mom will be home when I arrive. I know that she is gone most of the time.
My things are being shipped from Ogden Utah at the expense of the Air Force. They are scheduled to arrive on Wednesday. I took out insurance on my Harley but not my car which will arrive on a car carrier sometime today or tomorrow.
I have a duffle bag with me with most of my civilian clothes. The rest of my clothes and personal belongings will arrive on Wednesday.
Jack looked shocked when he answered the door and saw me standing here on the porch with skin tight jeans, a halter top and my black leather biker jacket.
“Can-Can I help you?” Jack asked not recognizing me. “It’s me, daddy, I came home from the Air Force,” I answered with a broad smile. “But…I thought that your name was Francine …not Franky,” He gasped. “Same…Same,” I answered and then pushed forward into the mansion.