Chapter Text
Insatiable
Chapter One
Par Jacksan60 - Pseudo Joe Moose
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Chapter 1It was a beautiful spring morning in Bozeman City, Montana. The sun was shining brightly, and a pleasant spring breeze was wafting its gentle way through the stately line of elm trees that graced Dogwood Lane. The houses along the lane gave more than a slight impression of being better than ordinary houses; indeed, some of the houses toward the end of the lane looked as though they had been built for the very rich, which in fact they had. The Hancock family lived almost square in the middle of Dogwood Lane, which was to say that they were neither very rich, nor exceptionally poor, but fit quite comfortably into the upper middle echelon. The father of the Hancock clan was a distinguished looking man, who by hard work and sheer determination had managed to work his way up the ladder until he had assumed his present lofty position as Senior Executive Officer of The First National Bank of Bozeman City. Wendell Hancock was proud of being a banker. He was immensely proud of the status his position earned him in the community, almost as proud, in fact, as he was of his family. They were, at least on the surface, a typical American family, or so it always seemed to Wendell. His daughters, Jeanny and Melody were sixteen and fiftheen respectively, and about as alike as night and day. Jeanny was a shy and retiring girl, of middling height and almost alarmingly skinny build. She scarcely had any figure to speak of, which she always presumed to be no great loss, since nobody had ever shown the slightest interest in her as a blossoming young woman. She had many friends, but none ever came to visit, a trend which she accepted with passive resignation. And so Jeanny would hide behind her tortoise shell rimmed spectacles and look at the world around her as if it were some kind of foreign country, and she, a distant observer. Melody, on the other hand, was stunning. At sixteen, she was as ripe as a midsummer's day, with long blondish brown cornsilk hair cascading down her back in shimmering tresses reaching the first curve of her delicately shaped bottom. Her eyes were mysterious blue green orbs, with mystery and curiosity intermingled in their fetching gaze. Melody was as outgoing as her sister was shy, and loved to flirt and tease with almost any man who came into range, including an oft bemused Wendell Hancock. The third member of the tribe was Wendell's pride and joy. William Hancock was an active boy of fourteen, and a handsome one at that; in many ways he resembled Wendell, a fact which gave his father much satisfaction. "If I've raised him to be a chip off the old block, I've done well," Wendell often thought to himself. " A boy as clever as that can't help but grow up to be something." Already Wendell was making plans for which distinguished university would have the honor of receiving his son. It startled him at times to realize how alike they were, father and son. Wendell considered himself a good father and spent as much time with young Will, as he was called as his duties at the bank would permit. Wendell's wife's name was Clara, a name that was almost extinct from lack of use around the household. To Wendell she was always My Dear or Tiger, to her daughters she was always Mommy, and to William she was usually "The Turk" for reasons unknown to anyone but himself. Clara Hancock was a voluptuous woman of forty, with shimmering bright red hair. After winning the Miss Iowa pageant some years before, she had matriculated at the University of Bozeman, and there she met Wendell Hancock, still slim and handsome at the time, and a mainstay of the Bozeman football team. She vividly remembered their days of necking and petting in the back seat of Wendell's dilapidated Oldsmobile. It was there that she first came to an understanding of the facts of life, under Wendell's expert tutelage. Much against Wendell's wishes, she managed to keep her maidenhood intact until the night of their wedding, when Wendell, lovingly stroking her red tresses poetically exclaimed "This is the fire our Love is Made Of". Wendell was a poet at heart, and meant well. "What a fortunate man I am", Wendell thought to himself as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He smiled to himself. "To have such a warm loving family is truly a blessing. I don't see how we could possibly be any closer!" Wendell paused at the landing of the stairs momentarily to pet Snooper, the family mutt. "Begging for your breakfast again?" he asked with a smile. "Well, come and get it." Wendell entered the kitchen to find his family already clustered around the table in varying states of undress. Melody was clad in the scantiest baby dolls, while William was wearing his Karate robe. Jeanny, prompt and efficient as usual, was already dressed for school, and Mrs. Hancock was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe that barely covered up her more than ample breasts. "Good morning, Daddy," the children said, practically in chorus. "Good morning, dear, " Mrs. Hancock said.. "Good morning, all," Wendell replied. "Isn't it almost time for school? You'll miss the bus." "I'm staying home today," William asserted. "I got the clap." Wendell smiled. "That would be quite unusual for a fourteen year old boy, don't you think, Champ?" "Not for me it isn't." "William has a sore throat and I told him he could stay home from school," Mrs. Hancock told her husband. Melody and Jeanny ran out as Mr. Hancock sat down at the breakfast table. They murmured quick goodbyes and hastily prepared themselves for school, as Wendell leisurely enjoyed his breakfast. As he spooned the last morsels of his shredded wheat from bowl to mouth. William dashed upstairs. "Gotta run, honey" she quickly exclaimed. "I have a hair appointment at nine-thirty and I can't be late. Roberto gets so displeased." And so Mr. Hancock was left to finish his breakfast alone, his son having vanished to parts unknown. He adjusted his necktie in the bathroom mirror and walked to the garage. "Yes sir! What wonderful gentle ordinary folks we are, and we sure as shootin' like it like that!" he thought to himself as he climbed into his car for the drive downtown to the bank. Yes, Wendell Hancock was an ordinary man in most ways, yet in one curious way he was extraordinary. As his son William had discovered the day before, Wendell Hancock had the largest collection of pornography in Bozeman City.
Jacksan60 - Joe Moose Hope you like this story. Any feedback would be appreciated
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