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Dreamvisions 7 Radio Network
Mind Health Matters with Dr Bernie Siegel: Bernie's Bar-Mitzvah, His Grandfather and Butterflies

Dreamvisions 7 Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 24, 2025 59:32


Bernie's Bar-Mitzvah, His Grandfather and Butterflies Dr. Bernie Siegel–revered thought-leader, retired surgeon, and prolific author–offering meaningful life-lessons. Dr. Bernie has written 17 books. In 1988, Love, Medicine and Miracles ranked #9 on The New York Times Best Seller list of hardcover nonfiction books. The book remained on the Times bestseller list for more than a year. Learn more about Dr. Bernie here:  http://berniesiegelmd.com/

Raj Shamani - Figuring Out
Shahid Kapoor Unfiltered On Life, Marriage, Parenting, Movies and Failures | FO307 Raj Shamani

Raj Shamani - Figuring Out

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 23, 2025 111:50


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Gettin' Salty Experience Firefighter Podcast
GETTIN' SALTY EXPERIENCE PODCAST Ep.212 | FDNY LIEUTENANT MIKE ROY

Gettin' Salty Experience Firefighter Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2024 145:00


Our special guest will be 29 year FDNY veteran Lt. Mike Roy. Mike is a 3rd generation FDNY fireman. His Grandfather worked in 1937 at Engine 47 and later Engine 89. His Father in 1963 at Engine 96. He joined the FDNY in July 1987 and was assigned to Ladder 1 in Manhattan. In 1991 he transferred to Squad 41. He then after working at the 1996 Olympics with the NYTF1 FEMA team transferred to Rescue 4. He worked there until his promotion to Lieutenant in Oct 2000. He was a Rescue team Manager for the SOC operation at the WTC for the first 3 weeks after 9/11. He transferred to Squad 61 in April 2002 until his retirement in 2006. We will get the whole skinny. You don't want to miss this one. Join us at the kitchen table on the BEST FIREFIGHTER PODCAST ON THE INTERNET! You can also Listen to our podcast ...we are on all the players #lovethisjob #GiveBackMoreThanYouTake #Oldschool #TraditionBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/gettin-salty-experience-firefighter-podcast--4218265/support.

SteamyStory
Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

SteamyStory

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 28, 2024


Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

Steamy Stories Podcast
Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 28, 2024


Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

Steamy Stories
Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 28, 2024


Valentines Day Letdowns By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right Thursday night, Feb 13th Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior. They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo. The group had enjoyed a good meal. Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent." His family murmured their agreement. He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls." My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me. Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics." Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet."  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies. "Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids." Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced. Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently." He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator. He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February." Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean." "No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two, naked." The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter. Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson." Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank. After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport. Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned. "Ah Mom," Arlo whined. Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends. His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled. His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone. Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them. His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time. Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school. "Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event." Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party. She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?" Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline. "Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there." Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics." Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered. Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her. Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked, "Arlo, what does it mean to be good." Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society." "Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked. "Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others" "Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?" Arlo nodded. "I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?" They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another. Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act." Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?" "Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes." "But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic. "Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too." "That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things." "Like life or death issues?" "Certainly." Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'" "I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered. "Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results." Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior? "And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'" Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code." Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things." Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. "Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex? "Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say? "In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?" Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious. Friday, February 14th Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?" He nodded to avoid speaking. They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester. Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television. "Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said. He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin. He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing." He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?" Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV. "How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically. He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people." Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor. He said, "Oh. They have a hamper." He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties. "Whoa!" He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman. None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy. "36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big aunt." He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed. "Oh! Um." He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent." He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right. "Umm," he groaned breathing deeply. He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's cunt. "Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin. "Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain. He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear. Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home. Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt. She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile. Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes." He held up his book and said, "Um. I find a good book is always good company." "Yes. We all would be better off if we read more." She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?" "Yes. I'll order a pizza." Meadow dashed off to shower and changed. Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free. "Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve. She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest. "Wow! That's some dress," he said. "Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra. "No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label." "Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night." Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born." "Um," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books." "Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go." She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner. She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up. "Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour. She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door. "That's odd. The door is open," she said. She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore. The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept. One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick. "Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?" "We, we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow." "What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this. Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us." Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home. The Refuge "Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks” Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour. "Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask. She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever." She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom. "Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby. When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole. Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink." She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking. "Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink. "I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it. "Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol. "I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented. "He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another. "The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount. "Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey. "I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another. "I cared for him!" she wailed. She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha, what's the matter?" "You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over. "Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face. "Ouch," he cried out. He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently. He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?" "I'll be the judge of that," she slurred. She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated. "Let me by!" she demanded. Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up. Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants. "Oh God!" Arlo cried as he was hit with puke. The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile. Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled. However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke. Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!" Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom. "Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained. She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya." She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear. "Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were," Meadow said. She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass. She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body. "Pull it off," Meadow demanded. Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling. Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive. Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it. Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom'. She stood in the stream of warm water. When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'. Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst. "I'm dirty. I ma need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old. Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you." She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad." She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts. She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall. What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was. He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass. Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought. He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful. Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair. "Oh!" Arlo gasped. She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him. ‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'. His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!' Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair. Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine. Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts. Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said, "Let's gets y'all cleaned too." She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on. "This won't do," she said. She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it. "Someone's grown up," she purred. "Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed. She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?" Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look. "I thought not," she said with a knowing smile. "Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off. He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up." He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around. When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed." He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, "This needs a little more attention." She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, "Oh!" He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. “I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened. Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air. Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass. "Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side. She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts." To be continued. By regularguy13 for Literotica

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Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2024


Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

Steamy Stories Podcast
Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2024


Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

Steamy Stories
Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Steamy Stories

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 12, 2024


Valentines Day LetdownsBy regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it rightThursday night, Feb 13thHarvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey’s wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.They were at his daughter-in-law's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch's beloved granddaughter.Sitting across from them was his daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.The group had enjoyed a good meal.Harvey Fielding said, “I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent.”His family murmured their agreement.He continued, “Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls.” My departed wife and son, God rest their souls; would be so proud, as would your own departed parents.  You are truly a daughter to me.Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, “Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you’re planning to major in my favorite field; Philosophy and Ethics.”Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, “Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artistic side, but he has not found his creative art talents yet.”  With a mentor like you, he will go far in his studies.“Wendy caught that bug,” Meadow said with a laugh. “Maybe you and I were supposed to trade kids.”Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother & father. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, “Arlo, happy as I am that you’ll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently.”He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics. Meadow met Harvey junior as college students. Meadow had been a great student in Professor Fielding's classes. She still credit's her philosophy & ethics training for making her a more forceful and persuasive courtroom litigator.He waited for the laughter to die and then said, “And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart’s. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February.”Breeze said, “I’ll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean.”“No thanks,” Harvey chirped. “I don’t need to see pictures of you two, naked.”The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren’t free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.Harvey waited until he had everyone’s attention and then he said, “I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher.” He raised his glass and said, “To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world’s problems. At least so says Homer Simpson.”Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.Breeze hugged her boy and said, “Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students.” She looked concerned.“Ah Mom,” Arlo whined.Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a “people person” and had never had a lot of friends.His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn’t attended regular school. He was home schooled.His parents taught him what they thought was necessary, and let classic books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.Arlo’s opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family’s nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.“Bye Mom,” Wendy said. “My sorority is having an event.”Meadow knew that was code for ‘I have a party to go to'. She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.She said, “Wendy, why don’t you take Arlo with you?”Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn’t want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn’t object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.“Arlo,” Wendy asked brightly. “Would you like to go? There’s a party tonight. Lots of people will be there.”Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, “Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics.”Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of Socratic professor. During their conversation, he asked,“Arlo, what does it mean to be good.”Arlo spoke clearly. “First one must settle his convictions of what ‘good' is.” He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. “To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey just laws, protect what is under your care, be informed and be involved with society.”“Why should we strive to live by these standards?” the old professor asked.“Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn’t. We’d be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn’t build a functioning society. It is noble to sacrifice for the greater good of others”“Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?”Arlo nodded.“I agree also,” Harvey said. “Now, how do we get there?”They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, “As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act.”Arlo interjected, “For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?”“Yes and no,” Harvey conceded. “The thing that makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes.”“But a lie is a lie,” Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white; idealistic.“Yes, a lie is a lie,” Harvey agreed. “But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he’s truthful and says "Yes, dear. You’re fat.” He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, “No. You look fine.” She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband’s happiness too.“"That’s an innocent lie,” Arlo pointed out. “You need to be truthful about significant things.”“Like life or death issues?”“Certainly.”Harvey said, “What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say ‘I’m the only one here.’”“I lie to protect my mother,” Arlo answered.“Exactly,” Harvey said. “It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results.”Arlo said, “You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God’s law with man’s judgment. Religious people won’t like that. And considering the nature of man, won’t a man always find a way to justify his behavior?"And isn’t it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.’”Harvey laughed and said, “This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God’s laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code.”Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, “Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink; two of my favorite things.”Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson’s grasp of the subject and his intellect. He leaned in close so Meadow couldn't hear from the other room. “Arlo, I’ll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?"Let’s say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren’t in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.” Arlo said with confidence. "Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?”Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.Friday, February 14thAunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, “Today’s the big day. So, you’re going to sit in on some classes?”He nodded to avoid speaking.They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.Arlo returned to this Aunt’s house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.“Indiana Jones, you rock,” Arlo said.He had just watched the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn’t date and he was a virgin.He walked into the bathroom and said, “I love indoor plumbing.”He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, “Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?”Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.“How about a shower?” he asked rhetorically.He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. “That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people.”Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.He said, “Oh. They have a hamper.”He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.“Whoa!”He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.None of his mother’s bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn’t bother with one because she didn’t need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.“36C,” he snickered as he read the label. “She certainly is the big aunt.”He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.“Oh! Um.”He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, “Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent.”He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.“Umm,” he groaned breathing deeply.He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman’s cunt.“Oh! Oh! God!” he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.“Oh! Fuck,” he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt’s soiled underwear.Hours later, Meadow shouted, “Hello, Arlo” as she entered her home.Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.She came into the family room and asked, “Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?” she asked with a warm smile.Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, “Oh God! It’s like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties”. He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, “Ah. Ah. Yes.”He held up his book and said, “Um. I find a good book is always good company.”“Yes. We all would be better off if we read more.”She looked at her watch and said, “Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?”“Yes. I’ll order a pizza.”Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn’t wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqué tonight and let the girls be free.“Good thing I have my cashmere wrap,” she chuckled. She didn’t mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.“Wow! That’s some dress,” he said.“Too much?” she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.“No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label.”“Ahem,” he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, “Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.”Meadow laughed and said, “Good. It’s Valentine’s Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I’m surprised you’d know a line from a movie made before you were born.”“Um,” he shyly admitted, “I don’t have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books.”“Oh.” She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, “I need to go.”She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.“Maybe some thing’s happened,” she told herself after waiting an hour.She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.“That’s odd. The door is open,” she said.She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend’s dick.“Ted!” Meadow shouted. “What’s going on?”“We, we’re having a party,” he slurred. “Help yourself to some blow.”“What?” Meadow screamed. She’d never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.Ted laughed. “I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we’ve been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us.”Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.The Refuge“Keep the change,” Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner. “9:00, let's see if we can find a good movie, other than sappy chick-flicks”Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn’t expecting anyone to come home at this hour.“Oh. It’s you, Aunt Meadow,” he said. He saw that she’d been crying. A normal person would have asked, “Is everything okay?”. Arlo wasn’t normal. He didn’t ask.She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, “Worse Valentine’s Day ever.”She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she’d flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.“Whoa. Nipples,” Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He’d seen pictures of women’s breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, “I need a drink.”She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he’d turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.“Cocaine?” Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend’s drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.“I’ve never seen him take drugs,” she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.“Whores? Two prostitutes!” Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.“I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores,” she lamented.“He never called to cancel our date. Bastard.” Meadow finished her drink and got another.“The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant.” She gulped a large amount.“Everyone there knew I had been stood up.” She sipped heartily on the whiskey.“I felt like a fool.” She drained the glass and got another.“I cared for him!” she wailed.She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes.Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, “Wha, what’s the matter?”“You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?” She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.“Fuck!” she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.“Ouch,” he cried out.He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt’s reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.He said, “Aunt Meadow, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”“I’ll be the judge of that,” she slurred.She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.“Let me by!” she demanded.Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she’d given up.Meadow looked up at him. She didn’t look well. She wasn’t well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo’s face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.“Oh God!” Arlo cried as he was hit with puke.The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess. He wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at his aunt, but just  then his own words, “It's noble to sacrifice for the good of others” came back to him, along with the mental image of his grandfather's approving, proud smile.Miraculously, Aunt Meadow was unsoiled.However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn’t work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.Meadow freaked out. She shouted, “Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!”Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.“Oh God! The smell!” Meadow complained.She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, “Ya. Y'alls a mess, too. We need tah get them dirty clothes offa ya.”She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. They both tossed their stinky clothing into a the open hamper. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.“Eya stinks. Eyes needs a shaw were,” Meadow said.She went to the shower and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.“Pull it off,” Meadow demanded.Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water’s temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.Arlo said to himself, ‘Wow. She’s naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn’t expect a woman in her forties to be this attractive.Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn’t notice or care. She said nothing about it.Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, ‘You’re so dead for touching her boobs. She’s going to scream at you and tell Mom'.She stood in the stream of warm water.When she didn’t say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, ‘Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.'.Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.“I’m dirty. I ma need a shower,” she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. “Aunt Meadow, I’m worried you’ll fall if I let go of you.”She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them; then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, “You smell bad.”She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he’d ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn’t fall.What he saw astounded him. “She beautiful,” he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. ‘She suntans in the nude. Cool,' Arlo thought.He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.“Oh!” Arlo gasped.She kept her eyes closed while she worked the shampoo through her hair and thoroughly scrubbed. She didn’t seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were still closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn’t care. They looked wonderful to him.‘Fuck! This is unbelievable.' Arlo thought. ‘Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples'.His internal conversation continued, ‘God! Look at her cunt. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!'Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he’d seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he’d imagine.Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and cunt thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,“Let’s gets y'all cleaned too.”She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.“This won’t do,” she said.She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.“Someone’s grown up,” she purred.“Ah. Ah,” Arlo stammered. “You don’t have to do that,” he said embarrassed.She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stop?”Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she’d ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.“I thought not,” she said with a knowing smile.“Oh. Oh,” Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, “Clean up.”He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.When he was done, she held her hand out and said, “Give me the soap. Your back needs to get washed.”He did, then turned his back to her. Then, she soaped up his shoulders, back and under his arms. She set the soap on the dish and wrapped her sudsy hands around both sides of him, then back down to his stiff cock and said, “This needs a little more attention.”She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She pressed her tits into his back and breathed lustily into his ear as she stroked him. His eyes rolled back into his head and she held him steady as he moaned loudly, “Oh!”He came. She held his cock like a hose and directed the blasts of cum against the tile walls of the shower. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he’d finished.“I gawda fire hose! Where's the fire! Gawd I love my fire hose.” She giggled . “ Hey, who turned my hose off?” She stroked his some more, but then gave up a few seconds later. Then she got quiet and looked around. She turned them both around and rinsed Arlo off as if nothing unusual had happened.Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.Meadow, now clean, pushed open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” Arlo called out. He was worried that she’d hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.She was still inebriated. She said simply, “My bum hurts.”To be continued.By regularguy13 for Literotica

Elite Mastery With Dariush Soudi
How to be a successful radio host with Lachlan Kitchen

Elite Mastery With Dariush Soudi

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 29, 2023 74:44


Welcome to In The ARENA, where I have a fascinating guest this week: Lachlan Kitchen, a multi-talented individual known as a radio presenter, TV host, MC, and musician. Join us as we delve into Lachlan's remarkable journey. Key Podcast Topics Include: Overcoming ME-CFS Challenges in Childhood Navigating the Path to Becoming a Radio Host The Significance of Human Connection Insights into the Media Agenda Lachlan Kitchen's Impressive Background: Lachlan, fondly known as "Kitch," is the talented RJ behind "Talk Sport and Business" on Talk 100.3. With a deep passion for both sports and the corporate world, he delivers engaging and informative discussions to his audience. Lachlan's vibrant personality and in-depth knowledge have made him a beloved figure on the airwaves. Podcast Highlights: 00:00 Introduction 02:43 Lachlan's Childhood Battles with Health Issues 11:24 The Impact of His Grandfather on His Life 13:09 Lessons on Positivity and Connection from His Father 17:09 Reflecting on Life in Australia and Its Evolution 23:25 Lachlan's Journey to Dubai 26:20 Experiences of Living with His Parents at 38 32:13 Performing at Dubai Expo 38:02 Insights into Dubai's Remarkable Success 40:30 The Fundamental Need for Human Connection 43:19 Relationships and Stepping Out of Comfort Zones 49:09 Challenges in the Media Industry 52:44 What Lies Ahead for Lachlan Kitchen? 55:06 Navigating Rejection and Self-Worth 1:00:09 The Value We Place on Ourselves 1:04:28 Everyone Has a Unique Story to Tell 1:10:45 Exploring the Media's Fascination with Media Join us for this captivating conversation as we unravel Lachlan Kitchen's inspiring story, his experiences, and his valuable insights into the world of media and human connections. To stay updated with more awe-inspiring interviews featuring Gladiators and titans of industry, don't forget to subscribe to my YouTube Channel and connect with me on the social platforms listed below.    Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dariushsoudiofficial/ Threads: https://www.threads.net/@dariushsoudi... Twitter: https://twitter.com/dariushspeaks TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@dariushsoudiofficial Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DariushSoudiOfficial LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/dariushsoudi/ Website: https://dariushsoudi.com Gladiator Mastery: https://gladiatorsmastery.com

The Dream Huge Podcast
SAL SORTINO - $11M RE PORTFOLIO BY AGE 28

The Dream Huge Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 8, 2023 36:36


Salvatore Sortino details his rapid rise to real estate success on this amazing episode!  He has quickly amassed a real estate portfolio totalling $11 million in value!  Sal explains his process for finding off market deals and also discusses how real estate has helped him branch out to opening other businesses as well, including development, mortgage and insurance.  His Grandfather and Father are famous, Sandusky Ohio, restaruanteaurs, but Sal has truly made a name for himself!!  Sal's Mother now runs the real estate brokerage, serving Sandusky, Cleveland and  surrounding areas, while allowing Sal to focus on real estate investing and growing his Cross Country Mortgage business.  "Make a friend today, make a deal tomorrow!"   salsortinogroup.com  instagram @sal_v_sortino   SHOW PRODUCED BY MARK GRAY SHOW HOSTED BY PETE PETERSON, MARK GRAY AND JOHN PAVLANSKY

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Righteousness — (Correspondence)

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 9:46


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, When he is come

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 4:48


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Unity of the Spirit

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 12:02


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, This Unction of the Holy Spirit

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 5:41


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Supreme Authority

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 4:55


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Son Unchanged (Hebrews 1)

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 19:59


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Extracts from Letters

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 40:47


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Springing Fountain and the Spreading Rivers

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2022 7:26


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Five Short Articles

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 16, 2022 10:41


This video contains the following articles: 1. Resurrection 2. Prayer 3. Satan's Move and God's Countermoves 4 The Pirit's Work 5 Ye Are the Temple of God I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The house of the Rechabites

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 16, 2022 12:03


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, His Priesthood Poetry

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 6:45


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Person of the Son

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 29:45


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Letter on New Birth and Eternal Life

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 18:58


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Paul's Two-fold Ministry

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 22:15


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Outward Bound!

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 7:11


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, No Promotion Needed

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 15, 2022 6:40


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Lord's Work in Heathen Lands

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 14:29


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Letter on Eternal Sonship with Notes

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 28:33


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Light of Grace and Truth

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 8:09


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Lordship, Fulness, and Resource

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 4:53


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Male in the Offerings

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 2:32


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Man Dwelling in God and God in Man

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 12:36


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Missionary Hymn

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 2:41


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Nearness to the Lord

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 14, 2022 11:46


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Lesson on Separation

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 23:11


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A note on John 1:14

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 5:56


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Jealous God

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 7:00


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings of W. H. Westcott, The Intercession of Christ and How Perfect was the Lord Jesus

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 6:16


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Lesson the Holiness of God

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 19:00


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Head over all things to the church

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 5:40


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Green Pastures

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 11:00


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Greatness of the Son

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 20:17


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, A Great Fight (1, 2 Timothy)

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 13, 2022 5:47


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Glories of the Lord Jesus.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 12:55


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Glories

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 39:19


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, What "Going forth" means.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 2:56


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, God revealed and Sin Removed.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 5:50


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, God's Victory and His Grace

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 10:17


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, God Speaking in the Son.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 22:17


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The grace that is in Christ Jesus

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 12, 2022 24:02


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Glories of the Lord Jesus — John 1.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 11, 2022 23:33


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Gift and the Grace.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 11, 2022 20:39


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Four Interruptions.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 11, 2022 15:01


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, From the Form of God to the Form of a Servant

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 11, 2022 17:01


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Present Exercises and a Loyal Path.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 15:27


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Notes on Eternal Punishment.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 4:18


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5 To study Bible Words online goto: https://www.stepbible.org/version.jsp?version=KJV

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Eternal Son.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 10:14


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Faithful Men

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 22:13


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Filled with the Spirit

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 9:23


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Fateful Hour

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 1:34


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Some of the Food in Heaven

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 10, 2022 34:54


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Danger Point.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2022 9:08


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, Difficulties of a Missionary

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2022 14:25


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, 'Eis'

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2022 5:11


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded
The Writings and Teachings of W. H. Westcott, The Endurance of Job and the End of the Lord.

Down to Earth But Heavenly Minded

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 9, 2022 7:25


I started publishing the audio/video writings of William Henry Westcott, whose 65 pieces of written ministry we have preserved here. He was a Christian of great faith and faithfulness. His Grandfather was Rev. John Westcott of Outwood, Surrey. His father was Lemuel A. Westcott, who ran a boy's school called Ebenezer Lodge at Lingfield, Surrey. He had two brothers, Upton and Walter, and a sister, Edith. The Lord led him to give up his secular occupation in 1889 with the Congo in view, and after five years of ministry in Great Britain and two in South Africa, he traveled thence to the mouth of the River Congo. His brother, Upton, arrived from England on December 30th, 1896. He arrived from South Africa three weeks later. I will give you the playlist link and add his writing daily. So far, I have seven papers along with his Biographical note. I read through all this material and got a blessing from it. I want to share these blessings with you. Here is the link to the playlist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vBroSqJAqI&list=PLZlTAw2GgUjP1_XuX016ycmP9OZn5yCA5

Milkshakes for Marleigh
Australian Winter Olympian Curler Dean Hewitt

Milkshakes for Marleigh

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2022 24:06


Dean Hewitt is one half of the first ever Australian team to qualify for Curling at the Olympic Games, He partnered with Tahli Gill at the Beijing 2022 Games to represent his country to some epic wins and enchanted Aussies with the sport of Curling. Dean has been influenced by two great men in his career. His Grandfather in Canada and Curling legend Ian "ice nut" Pellagio, who died from a rare form of blood cancer in 2020. What both these men had in common is that they were both blood product recipients.  Dean also volunteers with the Starlight Foundation who have given so much to our family.  To learn more about them and how you can support them go to: Home page | Starlight Children's Foundation | Australian Children's Charity  This episode was recorded and produced on the lands of the Gubbi Gubbi people. We pay our respect to the Elders, past, present and emerging. 

The Pivot Mindset Podcast
Episode 14: You've Got What It Takes w/ Brian Bullock

The Pivot Mindset Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2022 55:43


There are times in life that we need to take courage as we face various storms in life. It may be sickness, loss of job, finances, or other struggles and difficult circumstances.There are two kinds of people in the storm: those who are going all the way through the storm, and those who quit halfway and repeat over and over again.Are you going through any storms in life right now?In today's episode, Justin and Brian Bullock sit down to talk about how we can handle and pass through the storms of life. They discuss what valuable lessons we can learn when we go through it and how faith will help you overcome it.About Brian Bullock:My story, my life, and my voice matter. I didn't always feel this way. I was raised by a single mother with an absent father. I did not let my background define me. I survived my circumstances because I could see my future, and my future is worth it. With glimpses of hope, I held on to my vision with passion, and started to create the blueprints of legacy. I wrote this book to be an inspiration, to bring others to life. To encourage and build an enduring future anyone can live out. The Living for Legacy book is the way for you to start living your best intentional life. Check Out These Episode Highlights:●      Brian shares his journey growing up without a father●      How Brian became a preacher●      His Grandfather's legacy and giving him the identity●      The surprising advantage of growing up without a father●      How adversity shapes a character●      How storms will define who you are●      The Importance of Community and relationship●      Surviving life storms: Brian's sermon about encouragement and motivation ●      Tips for finding a mentorAnd so much more!Learn More About Brian M. Bullock: ●      Instagram: @brianmbullock●      Brian's Website: https://www.brianmbullock.com/Stay Connected with Justin:Instagram: @ _justincarterSubscribe to Youtube Channel: Justin Carter 

TV Writer Podcast
126 - Aaron Vaccaro (Mike & Molly, Superior Donuts, Team Kaylie, Drama Club)

TV Writer Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2022 45:39


His Grandfather was in the original Our Gang comedies... This week, host Gray Jones interviews comedy writer and Script Anatomy instructor Aaron Vaccaro. Aaron Vaccaro bio: He grew up in the San Fernando Valley (the non-porny part) and was always enamored by the entertainment industry, inspired by his grandfather, who starred in the original "Our Gang" comedies. After graduating from UC Santa Barbara with a degree in Film Studies, Aaron set out to become a television writer. He scored several Writers' Assistant stints – on "24," "Ghost Whisperer," "The New Adventures of Old Christine," "Wilfred," and "Mike & Molly." After being chosen as one of the NBC's Writers on the Verge, Aaron has gone on to write for "Mike & Molly" and "Superior Donuts," both on CBS, "Team Kaylie" on Netflix, and most recently "Drama Club" on Nickelodeon. He has developed projects with Netflix, Disney, Universal Cable Productions, Viola Davis' production company, and once sold a feature entitled "Sasquatch vs. The Abominable Snowman," which is every bit as insane as it sounds. Aaron now has an M.F.A. in Screenwriting and has taught screenwriting courses at AFI, UCSB, CSUN, LA Valley College and now Script Anatomy. Follow Aaron on Twitter: @HairyPizzaBagel Visit primary sponsor Script Anatomy on the web: scriptanatomy.com Buying Final Draft screenwriting software? Use this link to support the podcast: tinyurl.com/BuyFinalDraft. You can help with the ongoing costs of bringing these weekly podcasts to you by becoming a patron of the podcast – for as little as 25¢ per episode! There are many reward levels. CLICK HERE to find out more. Buy Gray's book for only $4.99! Look for it on Amazon – How To Break In To TV Writing: Insider Interviews. Didn't get your questions asked? Make sure you follow Gray on Twitter (@GrayJones) so you can get the scoop on who is being interviewed and how to get your questions in. Also check out our TV Writer Twitter Database to find Twitter addresses for over 1,200 TV writers. Find previous episodes and other resources at www.tvwriterpodcast.com.

TV Writer Podcast - Audio
126 - Aaron Vaccaro (Mike & Molly, Superior Donuts, Team Kaylie, Drama Club)

TV Writer Podcast - Audio

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 3, 2022 45:35


His Grandfather was in the original Our Gang comedies... This week, host Gray Jones interviews comedy writer and Script Anatomy instructor Aaron Vaccaro. Aaron Vaccaro bio: He grew up in the San Fernando Valley (the non-porny part) and was always enamored by the entertainment industry, inspired by his grandfather, who starred in the original "Our Gang" comedies. After graduating from UC Santa Barbara with a degree in Film Studies, Aaron set out to become a television writer. He scored several Writers' Assistant stints – on "24," "Ghost Whisperer," "The New Adventures of Old Christine," "Wilfred," and "Mike & Molly." After being chosen as one of the NBC's Writers on the Verge, Aaron has gone on to write for "Mike & Molly" and "Superior Donuts," both on CBS, "Team Kaylie" on Netflix, and most recently "Drama Club" on Nickelodeon. He has developed projects with Netflix, Disney, Universal Cable Productions, Viola Davis' production company, and once sold a feature entitled "Sasquatch vs. The Abominable Snowman," which is every bit as insane as it sounds. Aaron now has an M.F.A. in Screenwriting and has taught screenwriting courses at AFI, UCSB, CSUN, LA Valley College and now Script Anatomy. Follow Aaron on Twitter: @HairyPizzaBagel Visit primary sponsor Script Anatomy on the web: scriptanatomy.com Buying Final Draft screenwriting software? Use this link to support the podcast: tinyurl.com/BuyFinalDraft. You can help with the ongoing costs of bringing these weekly podcasts to you by becoming a patron of the podcast – for as little as 25¢ per episode! There are many reward levels. CLICK HERE to find out more. Buy Gray's book for only $4.99! Look for it on Amazon – How To Break In To TV Writing: Insider Interviews. Didn't get your questions asked? Make sure you follow Gray on Twitter (@GrayJones) so you can get the scoop on who is being interviewed and how to get your questions in. Also check out our TV Writer Twitter Database to find Twitter addresses for over 1,200 TV writers. Find previous episodes and other resources at www.tvwriterpodcast.com.

Soaring the sky a glider pilot's Podcast
104: American Flying A JS3 The Alps: Howie Bohl Interview

Soaring the sky a glider pilot's Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 26, 2021 53:07


On this episode of the podcast we head just outside of L.A and join our Co Producer Mitch! He is going to share with you his interview with Glider Pilot Howie Bohl, Howie comes from a long line of aviators starting with his great grandfather who started flying in the 1920s with the Army ROTC and eventually flying for United Airlines. His Grandfather was also an Airline pilot as well as his father. Howie started flying at age 13 in gliders and soloed on his 14th Birthday. He then started flying Powered and soloed at 16. He later became a tow pilot and continued to fly gliders and then he himself started flying with the airlines. Howie has flown all over the world and not just for the Airlines but also in gliders. Today he shares with us some of those adventures. Also on the podcast today Sergio the Soaring Master is back with some advice on Blue Days! All that and more now on soaring The Sky! www.soaringthesky.com  www.patreon.com/soaringthesky  

The Firehouse Logbook Podcast
Episode 27: Chief Rick Burch - Family Traditions Part 1

The Firehouse Logbook Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2021 61:25


This legend's career and family history is so long it's going to take two episodes to get it all in! His Grandfather started the Family Tradition in the Richmond (VA) Fire Bureau when horses pulled the engines, his father started the Richmond Flying Squad, and he was instrumental in the evolution of two Virginia fire departments into the 21st Century. Meet Fire Chief Richard E. Burch Jr., a third generation firefighter who not only served his local fire departments, but the state's fire service, and our nation as an Army Veteran. In part one we talk about his family history and how he was born into the business as well as his journey to a Deputy Chief position in Hanover. Part two will be up soon, make sure you catch both episodes! Comments or suggestions? Contact us at: Email - FirehouseLogbook@gmail.com Twitter - @FDLogbook Instagram - @FDLogbookPodcast Facebook - www.facebook.com/FDLogbookPodcast Website - www.firehouselogbook.captivate.fm Music: "Tired traveler on the way to go home", Andrew Codeman via Freemusicarchive.com

Music Talks
Episode 56 - Mark Harrison - Painkillers & Pasta

Music Talks

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 21, 2021 68:16


My guest in this episode is Mark Harrison. A friend of a previous guest Dan French, Mark listened to episode 52 and liked it so much he decided he wanted to come on the show, which is a process that always pleases me. In amongst the music we talk about: ·        His Grandfather's houseboat, Calisto, on the Grand Union Canal ·        Born in West London in 1962 then moving to South Africa as a 10-year-old. ·        Returning from that strict and strait-laced environment four years later to a UK at the   height of the punk era·        Getting his black belt in Kick Boxing at the age of 42 ·        Becoming a mature student and graduating with a BA Hons at the age of 47 ·        Starting a I year contract in the Czech Republic in 2005 and never leaving! ·        Marrying Daria in 2010 ·        Starting his own company (called Calisto) in 2012 ·        The delights of train travel in Europe ·        And last but not least, the joy of Bruce Springsteen and seeing him live in Vienna, Prague  & Berlin. Like myself, Mark doesn't just listen to Bruce, and he made some great song choices for this episode: 60's                     The Beatles                     Michelle 70's                     Pink Floyd                        Wish You Were Here 80's                     Bruce Springsteen       Hungry Heart 90's                     Genesis                               I Can't Dance 00's                     Kylie Minogue                Can't Get You Out of My Head 10's                     Emeli Sande                     Breathing Under Water 20's                     Texas                                    Mr Haze We also touched on a wide range of artists and songs during our chat , all of whom can be found in this playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/41TCP4zadSAHK8WjVS7cZV?si=c9fb1cff028746d3 Enjoy! 

Discovering Forestry
Little Trees Need Hugs Too with Jon “Stumpy” Steigerwaldt

Discovering Forestry

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 20, 2021 33:46


Joe and Korey sit down with Jon Steigerwaldt, the Forest Conservation Director at the Ruffed Grouse Society. They discuss how Jon has forestry in his DNA with forestry being a family tradition. His Grandfather was a Staff Forester during World War II and then founded a Forestry Consulting business. They dive into Jon's career path in forestry and what he is doing now with the Ruffed Grouse Society. Focusing on the forest species, Ruffed Grouse and American Woodcock who need young forests as part of their ecology. https://ruffedgrousesociety.org/ If you enjoyed the podcast please rate, review, subscribe and tell a fellow tree lover! Questions or topics you would like us to discuss? Send them to discoveringforestry@gmail.com. Music credit: Cool Tools Music Video - "Timber" Hosted by: Joe Aiken & Korey Lofy Produced by: Cara Markiewicz Artwork by: Cara Markiewicz

Lake Forest Illinois
Bruce Himmelblau Owner Blue Sky Video Productions

Lake Forest Illinois

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 17, 2021 31:18


Bruce Himmelblau Owner Blue Sky Video Productions has been in business for over 35 years. He gave Pete Jansons some tips on how to improve the quality of his podcast. Bruce's company helps clients overcome the fear of hitting the record button, and has clients coast to coast as well as London! Use this link https://www.bsvp.com/playbook to receive a free copy of: Bruce's On-Camera Playbook The guide to looking your professional best on camera. Notes Bruce has a background in Marketing, Accounting, and Communications. His background helped guide him through the Covid uncertainty. He doesn't recommend using a green screen for beginners Open strong with a call to action Never store your data on your system drive! His Grandfather helped found Arthur Anderson Notes. Blue Sky did the video work for Bob Bell's Funeral (Bozo) Nicknamed Uncle Brucy https://www.bsvp.com contact@bsvp.com Have an idea for a topic or guest? pete@lakeforestpodcast.com Buy us a beer? Venmo @Pete-Jansons Join the Lake Forest Social Club https://www.patreon.com/LakeForestPodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/lakeforestpodcast/message

Founders Unfiltered
Ep34: Building a consumer brand for Bharat ft. Dr. Vaidya's

Founders Unfiltered

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 4, 2021 33:13


Arjun Vaidya was brought up in a family with a rich culture in Ayurveda. His Grandfather had started an ayurvedic clinic about 150 years ago. He went to study in the US, where he saw yoga repackaged and being sold all over the country. He pondered why India was lagging behind in it's adoption, the land where it originated from. He returned to India and started a brand to bring ayurvedic products to the Indian audience. His vision was to contribute to India's renaissance, by making ayurvedic products for Indian consumers. He started by repackaging ayurvedic products for new use cases. Capsule Chawanprash and Hangover shield being 2 such items that received a great demand. To build a D2C brand for Bharat, Arjun advises it's crucial one should not consider their friends & themselves as the consumers. It's important for the founders to talk to users every week at all times of the startup's journey. He mentions that constant feedback and suggestions from users gave birth to many of Dr. Vaidya's products that are now very successful. Today Dr. Vaidyas is trusted by over a million users from 1000+ cities. For more details visit: ajuniorvc.com/podcast

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST
BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS TUNE UP FIGHTS

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2021 1:50


BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS TUNE UP FIGHTS Pat Healy sits down with Miami based fighter John David Martinez.  JD is 11-2 as a professional and has since returned to the World Famous 5th street gym where he started his career. JD is excited to be back with Dino Spencer and aims to make his comeback fight in May at the Intercontinental Hotel in Miami. Pat asks JD about his ability to manage his boxing career with all of his side businesses which include the biggest Christmas Tree company in Florida. His Grandfather who was also a pro fighter started the business and JD has since grown it to nine separate locations. In his boxing career JD looks to make a big splash this year with 3-4 fights and a new training regimen with intense sand training on the beach. Hot Topics Include: JD's next fight in May, Canelo recent fight and his future matchup against Billy Joe Saunders. ALL ACCESS + CLIPS + FULL EPISODES + SUBSCRIPTION https://linktr.ee/thepodmatrix FOLLOW us on SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: @thepodmatrixnyc https://www.instagram.com/thepodmatrixnyc/ Linkedin: THEPODMATRIX https://www.linkedin.com/company/thepodmatrix/ Facebook: @thepodmatrix Support this podcast

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST
BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS CANELO ÁLVAREZ

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2021 2:22


BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS CANELO ÁLVAREZ Pat Healy sits down with Miami based fighter John David Martinez.  JD is 11-2 as a professional and has since returned to the World Famous 5th street gym where he started his career. JD is excited to be back with Dino Spencer and aims to make his comeback fight in May at the Intercontinental Hotel in Miami. Pat asks JD about his ability to manage his boxing career with all of his side businesses which include the biggest Christmas Tree company in Florida. His Grandfather who was also a pro fighter started the business and JD has since grown it to nine separate locations. In his boxing career JD looks to make a big splash this year with 3-4 fights and a new training regimen with intense sand training on the beach. Hot Topics Include: JD's next fight in May, Canelo recent fight and his future matchup against Billy Joe Saunders. ALL ACCESS + CLIPS + FULL EPISODES + SUBSCRIPTION https://linktr.ee/thepodmatrix FOLLOW us on SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: @thepodmatrixnyc https://www.instagram.com/thepodmatrixnyc/ Linkedin: THEPODMATRIX https://www.linkedin.com/company/thepodmatrix/ Facebook: @thepodmatrix Support this podcast

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST
BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS BOXING SINCE THE AGE OF SIX

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2021 1:38


BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - TALKS BOXING SINCE THE AGE OF SIX Pat Healy sits down with Miami based fighter John David Martinez.  JD is 11-2 as a professional and has since returned to the World Famous 5th street gym where he started his career. JD is excited to be back with Dino Spencer and aims to make his comeback fight in May at the Intercontinental Hotel in Miami. Pat asks JD about his ability to manage his boxing career with all of his side businesses which include the biggest Christmas Tree company in Florida. His Grandfather who was also a pro fighter started the business and JD has since grown it to nine separate locations. In his boxing career JD looks to make a big splash this year with 3-4 fights and a new training regimen with intense sand training on the beach. Hot Topics Include: JD's next fight in May, Canelo recent fight and his future matchup against Billy Joe Saunders. ALL ACCESS + CLIPS + FULL EPISODES + SUBSCRIPTION https://linktr.ee/thepodmatrix FOLLOW us on SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: @thepodmatrixnyc https://www.instagram.com/thepodmatrixnyc/ Linkedin: THEPODMATRIX https://www.linkedin.com/company/thepodmatrix/ Facebook: @thepodmatrix Support this podcast

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST
BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - 5TH STREET GYM TRAINING

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2021 2:00


BOXING CLIPS - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ - 5TH STREET GYM TRAINING  Pat Healy sits down with Miami based fighter John David Martinez.  JD is 11-2 as a professional and has since returned to the World Famous 5th street gym where he started his career. JD is excited to be back with Dino Spencer and aims to make his comeback fight in May at the Intercontinental Hotel in Miami. Pat asks JD about his ability to manage his boxing career with all of his side businesses which include the biggest Christmas Tree company in Florida. His Grandfather who was also a pro fighter started the business and JD has since grown it to nine separate locations. In his boxing career JD looks to make a big splash this year with 3-4 fights and a new training regimen with intense sand training on the beach. Hot Topics Include: JD's next fight in May, Canelo recent fight and his future matchup against Billy Joe Saunders. ALL ACCESS + CLIPS + FULL EPISODES + SUBSCRIPTION https://linktr.ee/thepodmatrix FOLLOW us on SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: @thepodmatrixnyc https://www.instagram.com/thepodmatrixnyc/ Linkedin: THEPODMATRIX https://www.linkedin.com/company/thepodmatrix/ Facebook: @thepodmatrix Support this podcast

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST
ROUND 33 - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ

BROOKLYN BOXING PODCAST

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2021 18:32


ROUND 33 - JOHN DAVID MARTINEZ Pat Healy sits down with Miami based fighter John David Martinez.  JD is 11-2 as a professional and has since returned to the World Famous 5th street gym where he started his career. JD is excited to be back with Dino Spencer and aims to make his comeback fight in May at the Intercontinental Hotel in Miami. Pat asks JD about his ability to manage his boxing career with all of his side businesses which include the biggest Christmas Tree company in Florida. His Grandfather who was also a pro fighter started the business and JD has since grown it to nine separate locations. In his boxing career JD looks to make a big splash this year with 3-4 fights and a new training regimen with intense sand training on the beach. Hot Topics Include: JD's next fight in May, Canelo recent fight and his future matchup against Billy Joe Saunders. ALL ACCESS + CLIPS + FULL EPISODES + SUBSCRIPTION https://linktr.ee/thepodmatrix FOLLOW us on SOCIAL MEDIA Instagram: @thepodmatrixnyc https://www.instagram.com/thepodmatrixnyc/ Linkedin: THEPODMATRIX https://www.linkedin.com/company/thepodmatrix/ Facebook: @thepodmatrix Support this podcast

The VeteranCrowd Spotlight
Episode 31: SeaWolf Brewing Company - Alan Beal and Robert J. O'Neill

The VeteranCrowd Spotlight

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 4, 2020 35:03


When Robert J. O'Neill and the group of Navy SEALS embarked on the mission to take down Osama Bin Laden in May of 2011, they did not think they would be coming back. “We did it for the people in Flight 93, who were the first Americans to fight Al-Qaeda.” At great risk, Operation Neptune Spear concluded a man-hunt for the World's most wanted terrorist. spanning almost ten years. Rob, and his partner, Alan Beal stepped into the Spotlight this week on the VeteranCrowd Network. Together, they are building SeaWolf Brewing Company, a craft beer company in Annapolis dedicated to the military community. With brands like “Cat Shot”American Lager, and “Special Hops” IPA, the product has gained traction in the exchange system. The company is scaling up quickly, with plans for its first brewing operation and national expansion. Alan Beal is a 35 year veteran of the food and beverage industry with a passion for beer and the military. As CEO, he is steering the expansion of the company with plans for a brewpub in the Maryland/Virginia area. He also envisions a national rollout, and the expansion of the brand outside of the Navy theme. Alan hails from a four branch Military family. His Grandfather, Father, Brother, Nephew, two Uncles, and several Cousins served in the US Navy, Marine Corps, Army, and Air Force. Robert J. O'Neill is Seawolf Brewing Company's Director of Military Relations and National Brand Ambassador. Rob is a former Navy SEAL, and the author of the best-selling book “The Operator: Firing the Shots That Killed Osama bin Laden and My Years as a SEAL Team Warrior.” Rob is a sought-after public speaker, appearing frequently at events and on television. A social media influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers, Rob's career is closely followed. Rob is also the Founder of the Special Operators Transition Foundation, which provides individualized transition support for Special Operations heroes and their families. Beer. Life lessons. Missions. Current events. Movies. Reality. This team opened up for the Spotlight. The SeaWolf Brewing Story and that of a Navy SEAL just doing his job at a pivotal world event make for some interesting conversation. Building a beer brand Becoming a Navy SEAL That fateful mission - what happened and what Hollywood got wrong. Giving back and finding your next mission in life. Controversy, criticism, and writing books. And tweets gone wrong and rogue. You can learn all about Alan Beal, Rob O'Neill and Seawolf Brewing Company Seawolf Brewery Links: Website: www.seawolfbrewery.com Instagram: @seawolfbreweryannapolis Twitter: @SWBannapolis Facebook:   https://www.facebook.com/SeawolfBrewery/ Robert J. O'Neill Links: Website: www.robertjoneill.com Instagram: @mchooyah Twitter: @mchooyah Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RJORobertJONeill/

Mr. Nixon's Words of Wisdom

The inauguration of President Obama has been dominating news coverage and rightfully so. It represents an historic milestone for our country. I was watching coverage of the morning after prayer service. The first woman to ever give the sermon at that event, the Reverend Sharon Jackson, spoke about a Cherokee story, which I thought I would share with you. It goes like this.A young man is confiding in his Grandfather that he sometimes treats his friends harshly and sometimes kindly. He did not understand why.His Grandfather said, “When I was your age…I felt like there were two Wolves fighting inside of me…one was mean and ornery, rebellious and committed to all things negative. The other was kind and gentle, respected nature and all living things, and always did what was best.” The grandfather continued, “These Wolves are still with me now; in fact, they live in each one of us.”The young man asked, “Which wolf will win in the end?”The Grandfather said, “The one you feed”.Sometimes it is really confusing when we are torn between doing the right thing and giving in to our negative side. Understand that those two sides of us will always exist, but the one we let out the most, the one we feed, will become the most dominant part of our personality.It's interesting that Reverend Jackson chose to tell the new President this story. President Obama, just like you, will face daily challenges to his values. He will be called on, just like you, to treat people well or poorly. He will go forward every day, just like you, to decide whether to feed his kind and gentle wolf or to let out the negative ornery wolf. I hope he, just like you, will feed the right wolf.

The REITE Club Podcast - Real Estate Investing for Canadians
A Day In The Life of a Real Estate Investor & Realtor

The REITE Club Podcast - Real Estate Investing for Canadians

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 14, 2020 43:37


Guest: Michael Domenichetti, Real Estate Investor & Realtor Investing in real estate can have its ups and downs and take it from someone who has invested in real estate for well over 30 years. People may even wonder if they should become a realtor, as well as, a real estate investor. So, this week's guest, Michael Domenichetti, Real Estate Investor & Realtor, provides insights and advice on investing in real estate and what a day in the life of a realtor really looks like. The biggest takeaway is to keep things simple and not over complicate them because you will just end up getting overwhelmed. In this episode you will learn about: - Key fundamentals on good vs. bad deals - When are the lowest vs. the highest average price points for homes during the year - Key benefits and challenges for new investors - Main items in a home that will get you the greatest returns - The importance of having a target purchaser - Advantages & disadvantages of being a realtor - Key stats to look for on a first purchase or a long term purchase Michael Domenichetti was exposed to real estate investing at the young age of 10 years old. His Grandfather ran a bordering house when he first came to Canada and his Father flipped houses. Later on, his Father bought rental properties and they ended up with a total of 14 doors to take care of so it was very much a family affair. In fact, Michael's first date with his now wife was tiling the bathroom at one of his flip projects. Becoming a Real Estate Sales Representative seemed a natural choice for Michael as houses have been such a big part of his life in one way or another. His father also has been a Realtor for over 12 years now and he has been able to work with him learning the trade, as well as working together on transactions. Michael's experience with sales and the knowledge of home renovation and construction has been a valuable asset in assisting clients in their real estate transactions. He has a wife and 2 young girls. Get in touch with Michael: FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/MDRealEstateGroup/ Website:  MDRealEstateGroup.com Email: michael@mdrealestategroup.com

The Be A Man Podcast
The 3 Never-ending Cycles of Life: You're Either Going THROUGH It, TOWARDS It or EXITING It.

The Be A Man Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2020 14:56


CJ ties a lesson from His Grandfather to a true bit of Life-long Wisdom on Life. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/christopolis-tha-great/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/christopolis-tha-great/support

The Moore You Know Podcast
5-Minutes From Our Minds #21 Dropping Out Of High School To Enlist In The Navy During World War II

The Moore You Know Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2019 6:13


Have you ever wondered what it would be like to enlist in the Navy during World War II at the age of 17? Today Riley shares a recent conversation with his Grandfather, Robert "Bob" Accosta, about when he joined the Navy during World War II. His Grandfather is a high school drop out who joined the Navy a few months after the Pearl Harbor Attack at the age of 17. He shares the process from dropping out of high school to enlisting in the Navy with his best friend. Riley hopes you found value in this episode that will propel some aspect of your life. If you enjoyed this episode, please subscribe wherever you listened along with leaving a review to assist in enabling others to hear this episode. Sign up for CrowdQuestion free and follow The Moore You Know Podcast to ask Riley questions surrounding what was discussed. Along with that, don't forget to follow Riley @RileyRM4Tech as well as The Moore You Know Podcast @MooreYouKnowPod and comment & share clips for a chance to win monthly sweepstakes. #PropelWithPodcasting

The Neuro Experience
95: How to INFLUENCE the fitness industry | DEVON LEVESQUE & CHASE WEBER

The Neuro Experience

Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2019 30:49


I interviewed Devon and Chase at 1 hotels West Hollywood and was blown away by the vision they have for their personal brands within the fitness world! We discussed the following:1. How to make it as a health and wellness coach 2. What fitness means to them 3. Misconceptions within the industry 4. How to become a health and wellness coach5. What to focus on in your journey 6. Difference between NY and LA fitness world .Devon's life has been completely submerged by fitness since. His Grandfather awarded body Building Champion, Mr. New Hampshire in 1956 and his father also a professional body builder. Devon has pursued a life of athletics and now as certified personal trainer, focusing mainly on explosive movements, body weight training, cardio vascular capacity and extensive recovery with his clients..Chase is the creator and owner of the 3-3-3 Method, which incorporates the perfect mix of strength, power and stability exercises. Veteran instructor at Unbreakable Performance Gym (LA) named “Most Elite Gym in America” by Yahoo Beauty, August 2015.Clientele include celebrities, professional athletes, and influencers.Recurring contributors- SHAPE, Self, and Men's Health magazine.Featured in Vogue and Elle, as well as Jillian Michaels + Kenta Saki FitFusion Video Series.Certified Trainer - ACE, ISSA, CSCS, and Barre.Former Division I Athlete - Colorado State University Rams (2003-2007) where he played football and ran track._____________________________________FULL YOUTUBE CLIP HERE: https://youtu.be/U9FZjkLRgG0_____________________________________I am MOST active on Instagram and reply to ALL messages!Website: www.neuroathletics.com.auEmail: hello@neuroathletics.coInstagram: bit.ly/2UMTWvnFacebook: bit.ly/2GHE3B6Personal Website: www.thediamondboss.comTwitter: twitter.com/thediamondbosss

The Critical Shift: Get Clarity, Find Success, Make an Impact
Making a Difference in the Lives of Others Through Data Science, with Paul Bradley, Episode #6

The Critical Shift: Get Clarity, Find Success, Make an Impact

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 24, 2017 56:12


We all want to feel that we are making a difference in the lives of others. It doesn't matter what line of work you are in, you want to know that it matters. Paul Bradley is a data scientist - not a career field that you'd normally think of when considering world-changing work, but he's found that there are many real-world problems his special skills are able to address in ways that are sorely needed. On this episode of The Critical Shift, you'll hear Paul's story, from life in rural Wisconsin as a child to the Microsoft payroll and beyond - and how he's making a difference in the healthcare industry today. How the lessons you learn in your early years can serve you throughout your life. As Paul Bradley was growing up he got a first-hand glimpse into the world of business. His Grandfather, and later his father and uncle owned a funeral home in the small town where he lived. From his observation and his participation in the business, he learned how important relationships and true caring are in any business. Fast forward to his work as a data scientist and you can see how he applies that principle every day in finding ways to solve problems that impact real people. It's an interesting connection and one that demonstrates the need to make a difference in the lives of people no matter what career field you are in. Your skill set can make a difference in the lives of others in ways you don't expect. Upon entering college, Paul Bradley was studying engineering, but it wasn't long before he switched to the field of computer science. The reason for the change was an experience he had that showed him how the skillset he was learning could be applied in research and truly life-changing work relating to women with breast cancer. That's when he came to the realization that his plan to become a professor at the University level wasn't his only option. His skills could be applied to real-life problems in ways he hadn't imagined. Paul's story is encouraging in that it points out the positive impact even the most academic skills can have in the lives of others. Apply your skill set to every opportunity until you make a difference. As is the case with most career journeys, Paul Bradley's path wasn't a straight one. He moved from one opportunity to another, using and improving upon his skills as he went. With every opportunity came a different set of challenges and he learned to apply his skill set in new ways in each situation. On this episode, Paul walks down memory lane with Tom to explain how he got from a rural Wisconsin town to Microsoft and beyond. His story shows how the diligent application of your talents can take you to places you didn't even know to dream about going. From Microsoft to a new startup: Why Paul thought the change was worth the risk. Paul began working at Microsoft through an internship program that was offered while he was finishing up his Ph.D. work at the University of Wisconsin. After completing his schooling he continued to do research for Microsoft. When a fellow Microsoft employee and friend decided to move away from the company to join a new startup, Paul decided to make the move as well. Why would an accomplished data scientist like Paul make such a risky career move? Paul explains it himself in this conversation, so we encourage you to listen. Outline of This Episode [1:10] Paul's growing up years in Wisconsin and lessons learned working in his family's business: a funeral home. [8:35] The development of Paul's passion for math and science. [12:50] How it dawned on Paul that math could be used to truly help people. [21:00] Moving to Microsoft for an internship. [25:51] Leaving Microsoft to work for a startup company. [39:44] Leveraging consulting gigs into a new opportunity in healthcare. [50:38] Making the connection with Zirmed for the first time. Resources & People Mentioned Zirmed Olvi Mangasarian Usama Fayyad Digimine Apollo Data Technologies HIMS - Healthcare IT conference Connect With Tom and Launchpad Lab https://launchpadlab.com/ On Instagram On Twitter On Facebook On LinkedIn

The Pete Primeau Show
No BS Sales Ep 16 - Pete Primeau Interview With The Giver, Doug Stewart

The Pete Primeau Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2015 45:05


I interview my co-host Doug Stewart about the ups and downs in his life and more importantly what he learned from them. If you own a furniture or mattress store don't miss this. The inspiration for this interview was an interview with Mark Kinsley and Doug that I recently listened to. I wanted to follow up with a more in depth interview. Doug remembers working in his Grandfather's furniture store as a child and what he learned from his Grandfather. A High School Basketball Star Goes to College! He describes the shock when he arrived at college and realized he was competing against grown men for his basketball scholarship.  He talks about overcoming labels that plagued him throughout school and how his academic advisor Sarah Baker helped him overcome them. In one quarter he went from a 1.9 GPA to a 3.9 GPA.  Doug remembers his biggest failure ever in the furniture business and what he learned from it. Rags To Riches! His Grandfather went from growing up as a tenant farmer to moving to the city and learning how to sell. He attended yard sales bought and sold almost anything. He eventually opened his own furniture store. Doug shares how different mentors have helped him become more successful. He takes us inside his interview with Tempur-Pedic and the lessons he learned while working for them.  Ever Feel Overwhelmed? Doug did. In one month he closed his furniture store, his wife quit her job, his daughter was born, and he was working full time at Tempur-Pedic. Doug is the Director of Training for Mega Group and is a contributor for both Sleep Geek and Furniture Today. This episode is inspirational! It will make you laugh and cry. This interview reveals the thoughts of one of the industry's rising young stars. Enjoy! Read These Books! Pete's recommended Book; Never Eat Alone by Keith Ferrazzi Doug's recommended Books; David And Goliath by Malcolm Gladwell                                                 QBQ The Question Behind The Question by John Miller