The Old Treehouse

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The kids are grown and moved away, so no one has used the old treehouse in a couple of years. Mom suggests to Dad that he should tear it down. "It's probably just a den for racoons, and we don't want little Dennis next door trying to climb up, and falling and breaking something. His stuck up parents would probably sue us."

Dad is nostalgic, but reluctantly agrees. First though he suggests that they climb up and check if there is anything left in it. "You might get to read Sally's diary."

"And you just want to see if Roger stashed any old school porn mags- gate to tell you, they all watch or read online."

But she laughs when she says it. So Dad gets the ladder.

No diary, but there are a few porn mags, and some really old weed and rolling papers. Mom decides to spark one up while Dad checks out Roger's taste in porn.

"This is just like when WE were 18, in your parents' backyard." Mom muses as the dope hits her.. "I wonder if our kids lost their virginities up here like we did at 18 in your old treehouse."

Mom leans back to stretch. Dad notices her tits are still as nice as most of the ones in Roger's nagazine.

"While we are doing things for old time's sake... " he suggests.

Hilarity ensues.

Do the racoons watch?
What about the neighbours?

Does one or both fall to the ground in mid sex?

Do one or both of the kids unexpectedly show up and join in?

Does the old trehouse ever get torn down?
 
Maybe they just have a nice romantic afternoon, getting high and making love over and over, and rekindling the romance of their youth?

Nah, that's too easy. The tree turns out to be a flesh-eating alien from Betelgeuse Centauri Prime, which awakens (ravenous) when the first drop of sperm lands on one of its leaves......
 
Maybe they just have a nice romantic afternoon, getting high and making love over and over, and rekindling the romance of their youth?

Nah, that's too easy. The tree turns out to be a flesh-eating alien from Betelgeuse Centauri Prime, which awakens (ravenous) when the first drop of sperm lands on one of its leaves......
then howcum Roger survived?
 
Him: Do you want to come up to my treehouse?
Her: Do you have cable?
Him: Oh, I think the ropes will be strong enough for you

(Emo Philips)
Her: But will they be strong enough for YOU?
 
Hmmm... I seem to remember reading a story here about a couple in a treehouse. The wife got turned on when she realized that all the neighbors could see them, even at night.

Hell, I'll have to do some checking, but I think I even started one about this subject. I can't remember if I finished it or not. *scratches head in wonder*
 
Hmmm... I seem to remember reading a story here about a couple in a treehouse. The wife got turned on when she realized that all the neighbors could see them, even at night.

Hell, I'll have to do some checking, but I think I even started one about this subject. I can't remember if I finished it or not. *scratches head in wonder*
please report back. I'll be in the old treehouse...
 
Nope, didn't find anything of mine. I do know there are treehouse stories out on Lit.
 
The kids are grown and moved away, so no one has used the old treehouse in a couple of years. Mom suggests to Dad that he should tear it down. "It's probably just a den for racoons, and we don't want little Dennis next door trying to climb up, and falling and breaking something. His stuck up parents would probably sue us."

Dad is nostalgic, but reluctantly agrees. First though he suggests that they climb up and check if there is anything left in it. "You might get to read Sally's diary."

"And you just want to see if Roger stashed any old school porn mags- gate to tell you, they all watch or read online."

But she laughs when she says it. So Dad gets the ladder.

No diary, but there are a few porn mags, and some really old weed and rolling papers. Mom decides to spark one up while Dad checks out Roger's taste in porn.

"This is just like when WE were 18, in your parents' backyard." Mom muses as the dope hits her.. "I wonder if our kids lost their virginities up here like we did at 18 in your old treehouse."

Mom leans back to stretch. Dad notices her tits are still as nice as most of the ones in Roger's nagazine.

"While we are doing things for old time's sake... " he suggests.

Hilarity ensues.

Do the racoons watch?
What about the neighbours?

Does one or both fall to the ground in mid sex?

Do one or both of the kids unexpectedly show up and join in?

Does the old trehouse ever get torn down?
Now that is funny, Mom enjoying the weed, Dad enjoying the porn, both are soon turned on and naked. Mom recalls her favorite sex positions, suggesting several and Dad is more than happy to play like he's a young man again. Each one gets more strenuous than the last. Dad soothes her worries about neighbors seeing or hearing their exertions, John next door just started his lawn mower, no one will notice. Neither considers the extra pounds added over the years, the weed made them forget that but the sex was better than they've had in years. Oral, each giving to the other, becoming 69, melding into missionary, rolling to spooning, then cow girl. The tree shakes, the leaves shudder, the limbs tremble. Each change of position accosts the old tree and its tenuous fibers. Mom's yells for her favorite of all as she reaches for the window sill, her plump buttocks aimed a Dad, Doggy Doggy do me know make me moan.
Neither heard the main branch supporting the structure snap and drop to the ground, the tree house begins to lean, the doorway facing the ground, 20 degree, 30 degrees, at 40 degrees things are sliding through the door. At 60 degrees everything, clothing, magazines, weed are scattered on the ground. The leaning slows, it comes to a stop, Mom hanging halfway out the window, Dad flailing his legs trying to get his lower half back through the door.
The mower stops, people are yelling and coming to their aid, then the sirens wailing, more neighbors are arriving, fire trucks, an ambulance, several police cars.
Then the dreaded news trucks, cameras rolling to record the embarrassing but none the less happy ending for all. Even more so for Mom and Dad. One happy ending quickly followed by a second.
 
Now that is funny, Mom enjoying the weed, Dad enjoying the porn, both are soon turned on and naked. Mom recalls her favorite sex positions, suggesting several and Dad is more than happy to play like he's a young man again. Each one gets more strenuous than the last. Dad soothes her worries about neighbors seeing or hearing their exertions, John next door just started his lawn mower, no one will notice. Neither considers the extra pounds added over the years, the weed made them forget that but the sex was better than they've had in years. Oral, each giving to the other, becoming 69, melding into missionary, rolling to spooning, then cow girl. The tree shakes, the leaves shudder, the limbs tremble. Each change of position accosts the old tree and its tenuous fibers. Mom's yells for her favorite of all as she reaches for the window sill, her plump buttocks aimed a Dad, Doggy Doggy do me know make me moan.
Neither heard the main branch supporting the structure snap and drop to the ground, the tree house begins to lean, the doorway facing the ground, 20 degree, 30 degrees, at 40 degrees things are sliding through the door. At 60 degrees everything, clothing, magazines, weed are scattered on the ground. The leaning slows, it comes to a stop, Mom hanging halfway out the window, Dad flailing his legs trying to get his lower half back through the door.
The mower stops, people are yelling and coming to their aid, then the sirens wailing, more neighbors are arriving, fire trucks, an ambulance, several police cars.
Then the dreaded news trucks, cameras rolling to record the embarrassing but none the less happy ending for all. Even more so for Mom and Dad. One happy ending quickly followed by a second.
almost as good as having their own private porn video, except it is enjoyed by millions on Poonhub.
 
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