Tow-Away Stowaway

~~~ There and Back Again ~~~

Two weeks after we got all of the utilities hooked up at the cabin, Lydia went to stay with Annie again. The experience was completely different than the last time I'd spent the night without her.

Before she had left, she had once again filled my ears with lusty whispers about how she intended to seduce the brunette waitress. She told me that it was okay to masturbate - as long as I imagined the two of them together while I did it.

I was determined not to touch myself. I removed more saplings from the property where we intended to build our home. This time, however, I didn't just saw them off. I dug around the base until it was exposed, then cut off the roots, and then filled the hole back in. I didn't get nearly as many of them done but I accomplished two things: (1) the trees would be less likely to try to return, and (2) I was too tired to jerk off when I got back to the cabin. I took a cold shower, climbed into bed, and passed out.

The next morning, I woke up to find a text from my libidinous lover: "I licked her. She chickened out. We made out, though, and I let her taste her pussy when she sucked on my tongue."

I worked longer and harder that day - to make sure that I was exhausted when I returned home. Once again, an ice-cold shower cleansed my body and chased away the whispered echoes of Lydia's lusty text.

When she got home, the following morning, she came to find me.

"You're not embarrassing her around Sue, are you?" I asked Lydia. "I'm not sure her aunt would approve of what you're doing to that poor girl..."

Lydia ignored me and dragged me off to the shower. As she soaped and scrubbed the dirt and debris from my body, she told me that she'd convinced Annie to lick her clitoris. Once she'd crushed that taboo, she got her to suck on it. She reported that she had cum hard - expelling girl-jizz all over the waitress. Annie was embarrassed for Lydia but she told me that she had assured the golden-hair beauty over and over again that it was fabulous and that she loved it. They had cleaned up the mess and then cuddled together, once again, to fall asleep.

By the time she finished her story, I was achingly hard. She wrapped her thighs around my cock and fucked my dick in and out between her legs until I burst. After that, she turned off the water, dried me off, and took me to the bedroom to fuck me properly. She came riding me several times and I finally recovered well enough to climb on top of her and plow her hard. She came a few more times before I was finally able to climax again. I don't know how much I really came - but I buried it deep inside of her.

After a quick nap, we ate lunch and went to work on the property again. She assured me that she was being careful not to upset, embarrass, or to get Annie to do things that she didn't want to. I didn't feel that much confidence but she did seem genuine. We worked until almost dusk, ate dinner, and then snuggled on the couch in front of a fire. She wanted to make love again but I was spent.

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A month later, Calvin had finished harvesting the trees that we had agreed on him taking. He cleared several trees from the four parcels that bordered the bluff. The two plots along Harper's Lane had far fewer trees - which meant that there were fewer that were worth cutting - but he took a few from each of those as well. The best news was that we ended up with enough money to get the surveying, architect work, and the bulk of the earth-moving done for the new house. My stakes and lines began to turn into a hollowed-out area that would hold our foundation.

Two weeks after that - when my accounts had finally had a chance to start growing again - we finished the dirt work and the contractors came in to start putting the forms in place to pour the concrete. I had just begun to worry about how I was going to fund the next stage when our listings for the northmost parcel and the southernmost one both started getting some interest.

Cody, Max, and Henrietta had come through for me and - once the sketches and artwork appeared in the listing - it generated a large amount of buzz about the possibilities. Encouraged by that, they had drawn up a few sketches for the north parcel as well. Once people started clicking and sharing, things started to get exciting.

A group of investors out of Cody ended up buying the southern tract. They came out for a visit and wanted to meet with the young artists that had done the sketches and watercolors. Things started really moving and - for a couple weeks - I worried that they would have the Hobbit Hole done before Lydia and I got ours finished. Unfortunately for them, winter was quickly closing in and the contractors who'd all been available to do our work were scurrying to wrap things up before the snows came.

By that point, our foundation had been poured and the shell of There and Back Again (the name we had chosen for our new home) was coming together.

We had spent a few nights at Pop's pizza with Cody, Max, Henrietta, and Annie, talking about all of our ideas. When I told them that I wanted proposed names for each parcel - they had picked "There and Back Again" for mine. With the proposed mother-in-law's room being done in Hobbit fashion - while the rest of the house was "normal" - the kids thought that name evoked a bit of both the surreal and the real. The southern parcel was named "The Hobbit Hole". The cabin was "Strider's Hideout". The northern parcel was titled "Weather Top". The artwork for that plot featured a castle-like home that took advantage of the views of the valley below.

The skin for our home went onto the skeleton as the first leaves began to fall. The roof came two weeks after that. The roof was in two sections. The half of the structure that face the bluff was two stories tall - to take advantage of the views and the eastern sun. The roof for that half of the home was metal - designed to easily shed the ice and snow.

The half of the house that faced the west - towards the gravel drive - was covered with a domed roof that was poured. When I had described what I wanted to the architect, he had recommended this composite material that was a mixture of concrete and foam beads and fiberglass strands. It ended up being cheaper than straight concrete and was supposed to offer better R-values while actually increasing the structural integrity like concrete that was reinforced with rebar.

Initially, I had planned to have the entrance to Bilbo's Study (the mother-in-law's apartment) face away from the standard entrance. The kids (Cody, Max, Henrietta, Annie, and Lydia), however, had nixed that idea. The architect either agreed or they suborned him - I'll probably never know.

At any rate, they wanted the entrance to the main home not to detract from the little hobbit hole's design. They accomplished this by doing two things: (1) the door for the main house looked like the one for Bilbo's Study, and (2) the garage doors were camouflaged in such a way that - when they were closed - they looked like part of the hill.

When the doors were down, there was a round green door on the left that led to Bilbo's Study. It had two small round windows next to it - one on either side. The door for the main house was the same size and shape - except that it was blue. It only had a window on the right. Ostensibly, the window was to see who was at the door - but the door actually had a pin-hole camera built into it that transmitted the image to the security cameras - and to a monitor below the window.

The door to Bilbo's Study had a similar camera - which also fed into our home's security network. It had a monitor below the window as well. Both doors featured the doorknob in the center of the big circle. The difference between our doors and the ones from the movies, however, were that ours actually split in the middle. You could open both halves if you pulled a couple metal pins but - most of the time - you only opened half of the circular door. The kids had come up with that idea when the architect asked about how the door was supposed to be hinged.

Inside of Bilbo's Study, there was a small sitting room (with a fireplace of course) that had bookshelves built into the arching walls. There was also a small roll-top desk for sending letters or calculating how much of the dragon's hoard you still had left to spend. Beyond the sitting room, through the arched doorway on the left, there was a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchenette. The circular doorway on the right side of the fireplace led to the main house. Both sides had to be unlocked in order for that door to be opened.

Bilbo's Study was the first part of the house that was completed. I called Lance and Lester back in to help me. Together, the three of us built everything. Meanwhile, Lydia shopped for all of the little things that turned the place into a true little hobbit home.

While we worked on that, the plumbers, electricians, and the rest of the contractors buzzed in and out of the main house - working to complete their tasks before the holidays came.

As soon as the mother-in-law's apartment was completed, I put the cabin on the market. We marketed it with all of the furnishings staying. Lydia had added her touch to every part of the place. It still looked like a rustic cabin - but a comfortable refuge - not a dusty shack at the edge of civilization. I was gobsmacked when it sold within two weeks.

She and I immediately pulled our personal things out of the place and we moved into Bilbo's Study. We had cleaners come in to go over the cabin. I also went back and tidied up a few of my shoddier pieces of carpentry.

Both of my boys decided to come visit for Thanksgiving. There probably wouldn't have been enough room for us at the cabin either - but we were super-cozy in our little hobbit bungalow. Each of my sons had a small child. That put eight of us in a space that was barely large enough for two. No one complained, however, and - truth be told - it gave us a tremendous chance to bond like probably would have never happened otherwise.

My two daughters-in-law took the bed - with the children sleeping between them. My boys slept on camp-cots that we grabbed from the camping store in Cody. Lydia and I slept on the sofa. Sue made our Thanksgiving meal. Annie delivered it for us. I caught my naughty lover squeezing the waitress' butt and kissing her before she let her escape.

We walked my family through the house - which was getting closer and closer to being done. If the weather held out a couple more weeks, we hoped to finish all of the basics in time to host Christmas in the main house. The boys wouldn't promise that they would return but there were more smiles than frowns - so I had a sneaking suspicion that they were planning to come back - they just liked to keep the old man in suspense.

The boys were slightly uncomfortable around Lydia - especially when we were sitting together - but their wives thrust the kids on her and then sat back and visited - and watched how she did. Lydia was a little overwhelmed to have two children to deal with at once - so I took one of my grandchildren and had her manage the other. If one got fussy, we simply switched.

I coached her a little bit - aware that I was also being observed - and Lydia quickly learned things to avoid and a few tricks to help pacify or entertain the little ones. She absolutely loved feeding the little tots. She looked up at me with such a glow on her face that it was hard not to chuckle at her. Soon, we were all passing the kids back and forth and visiting like we did this all of the time.

The boys and their families stayed from Wednesday through Saturday and headed back for home on Sunday so that they could return to work for the new week.

Two weeks after the boys went home, Lydia and I were able to move into the main house. The challenge - at that point - became how to fill the place with enough furniture for us to be able to do Christmas the way I wanted.

We still had several empty rooms - and the rooms that did have stuff in them were far from complete but - on Christmas Eve - we hosted Max, Cody, Henrietta, Annie, Sue, Melba, Ted, and my family. The dining room table was only made to seat 12 but we wedged two high chairs in and dragged in two more chairs and we got everybody to fit.

I stood, raised my glass, and offered a toast: "To family and those who might as well be."

I'd tried to do all of the food myself but Sue, Melba, and even Ted had managed to bring stuff with them to share. When my sons saw what the others had done, they apologized for not contributing as well - but I waved away their worried words. I told them that I was thankful for each one of them and I was just tickled that they could join us.

After we ate and visited for a while - sharing stories - Lydia passed out presents to our guests who weren't family by blood. She'd done a tremendous job (of course) in picking out the perfect little presents. When they left, each one gave us hugs and thanked us for having them out. As I looked out through the back door, I saw the flurries starting and began to worry about how long my sons and their families would end up staying.

The boys and I watched the kids while Lydia worked with my daughters-in-law to get all of the room arrangements figured out, towels distributed to bathrooms, and all of the other little details resolved. Once they were all happy that things were taken care of, they came back out to rejoin us. The kids lasted another half-hour or so and then they were ready for bed. The moms tucked them away and came back out for a little eggnog. Lydia and I had the kiddie-version. The wives laughed when my sons gave me shit for me and my girlfriend not being able to have adult beverages. I blushed and squeezed Lydia a little closer.

Before they headed off to bed, both of my boys shared with my much-younger girlfriend that they were more and more impressed with her. They told her that they were happy that she was out here to "babysit" me and keep me out of trouble. I hugged her and kissed her on the temple.

We headed off to bed and - since it was our first Christmas Eve in the new house - Lydia insisted that I make love to her. We had made the walls extra thick - but I still held a hand over her mouth as she came for me - both times. The second time, I came along with her.

The next morning, we gathered in the front room with a spectacular view of the valley (and the lake) with a fresh dusting of pure white snow covering everything. It was magical. I wasn't the only one who took pictures of the view. The boys also took pictures of the massive Christmas Tree that Calvin had delivered (and, thankfully, set up).

Lydia had dressed it fairly sparingly but it was still beautiful. The boys' wives were both impressed - and told her so. At that point, my lusty lover kicked me off of the couch and told me to start distributing presents.

Once again, my young girlfriend delivered in spades. She got something nice for each of my sons and wowed their wives by coming up with something that they both loved but hadn't realized that they had even mentioned.

The grandkids were too young to truly enjoy their presents. They got more enjoyment out of the teething rings that she bought for them.

The boys each got me a tie - and then laughed about how they always got me ties because they never knew what to get me. Lydia told them that she hadn't figured out what to get me either.

That night, after the others had gone to bed, she showed me that she had bought me a tie as well. This one, however, she wore - with the fishnets. I gagged her with the tie and bent her over the end of our bed and fucked the hell out of her. After I made her cum, she lay me on the bed, wrapped the tie around my dick one time and then held my prick in place with the tie while she looked into my eyes and sucked me until I blew my load down her throat.

The worst of the snow held off until after the boys packed up their families and headed for home. Once they were gone, Lydia wrapped her naked body in a red Christmas ribbon and laid down under the tree. It killed my knees - but I pulled her out from under the tree and fucked her right on the spot. I pulled the ribbon that hid her pussy to the side, slid my dick into her glistening folds, and plowed her until she screamed out her release. I came just after her.

We spent the rest of the day cleaning up and then we did a little more interior decorating. That night, we used the new hot tub for the first time. It had a room of its own - with a closet that held the supplies to monitor and adjust the water - as well as shelves for towels. Lydia sat on my lap and rode me until we both came.

Between Christmas and New Year's, the kids who'd helped with the artwork for The Hobbit Hole all cycled through to stay in Bilbo's Study - one at a time. We unlocked our side of the door and hosted each of them for dinner for their overnight stay. Each of them loved it. We ended up with lots of new pictures on our VRBO listing.

On New Year's Eve, Annie came to stay in the little hobbit hole. Since she was old enough to drink, she and I shared a little champagne to ring in the new year. When she went to the apartment, Lydia went with her. She had already warned me that she planned to seduce the waitress a little more.

Since I was a bachelor for the night, I stripped off my clothes, fired up the hot tub and slid into the bubbling froth. With the jets running, I did not hear the girls come in. I had no clue they were there until Annie gasped and Lydia giggled.

I don't think Annie could see that I was naked - but my reaction immediately gave it away. Both girls were naked as well.

Whether Annie was really horny - or the champagne had gone to her head - Lydia didn't have to work too hard to convince her to sit on the side of the hot tub and spread her legs. As soon as she got the chance, my blonde lover got her lips on her friend's sex. Annie looked into my eyes as Lydia licked, sucked, and nibbled her sensitive bits.

After almost a half-hour of enduring the doe-eyed looks from Annie - and listening to the erotic sounds of my girlfriend eating her pussy - I stood and walked over behind Lydia. Annie nibbled her bottom lip and watched as I fisted my cock, nudged the head into Lydia's slippery opening, and then grabbed her hips and shoved my aching prick inside of her - which pushed her face harder into Annie's cunny.

"Hold her against you," I warned Annie.

The waitress grabbed Lydia's head in her hands and kept her lips where she wanted them as I began to thrust into my lover from behind. We both held the blonde between us and played a game of Tug of War as we pulled her onto our sexes.

When Annie cried out with her climax, I lost control and began pumping my load into Lydia. Lydia, in turn, got turned on by the two of us getting off at the same time. She began to cum as well.

When we had all finally finished, I pulled my prick out of Lydia and sank onto the bench to recover. Lydia sat down beside me and then pulled Annie into the water. She wrapped her arms around our necks and kissed Annie and then me. I winked at Annie and squeezed the closest breast - making Lydia moan. Annie grinned and squeezed the other one.

We fooled around for a few more minutes and then I excused myself and went to bed. I left the girls in the hot tub. Annie watched me stand and leave but didn't say anything.

After Annie went home, Lydia told me that she and Annie had eaten each other out after I had left. Giggling, she told me that Annie had tasted my jizz from Lydia's pussy. I told her that it probably tasted more like chlorine than my semen. She told me that - when they had woken up together - Annie (now sober) had still been cuddly and horny. The two of them had ended up 69-ing again before the waitress had left to go home.