Captain Jack's Journal - Sex Stories

Captain Jack's Journal

Jack Robert's, a retired Navy Seal, monitored his security system at the complex. The complex, all it's systems and the select few who lived there was by his design. They were safe, secure and unknowingly serving Jack's purpose. Every cent of 31 years of service, 2 years of "Soldier of Fortune" and 57 years of life would be repaid by the occupants. These are excerpts from his Journal. Feb 5, 2037 Complex complete. System test f****y, Stan and Margie Stone. 2 months inside. System tweaks and upgrades complete. Stan Stone had the looks of a Greek God,a perfect body and wealth. He was more than generous in his financial aid to build the complex. Margie was a busty beauty with a bastard son when Stan married her. Their f****y was complete with 3 grown son's who were too sorry to work or leave home. They were Margie's boys, spoiled but certainly not Stan's. March 17, 2037 Interesting observation. With the complex being located underground in Montana. The outside was Nature at it's best. Margie and the boys spent days exploring, hunting, fishing, being k**s at play.Enjoying the warmth, Margie began to wear thinner clothing, more like scanty coverings.They seemed to have a preference for a tree covered knoll just out of view of the complex, but in view of my exterior cameras. On their walk,the sun clearly exposed her body. Sometimes the outline of bra and panties, sometimes not. This day only a bra. The boys talked, laughed, forever changing positions passing behind her. Margie ...

... laid out a blanket setting up for a picnic lunch on the hill. The boys always positioned lower, jostled around peeping up the hill as she maneuvered around, bending, stretching,squatting as she sat up the meal. Taught ass cheeks jiggled. Down blouse exposures showed large, hanging breast almost to the nipple. A squat here and there gave a quick up skirt view that turned all the boys heads. Their chatter always increased after that viewing, which reminded me to improve my exterior microphones. The meal ended with a biscuit crumb food fight which sent Margie rocking, tumbling back, swaying and ducking. Her movements may as well have been a strip and flash show. An hour later, Margie stepped behind a tree to relieve her bladder. One of the boys would always insure her safety by standing beside the tree. He would do the same while being hidden from her view. As they walked back to the picnic area, I angled two additional cameras toward the group. Her oldest son seemed to be requesting that they play a game and Margie unconvincingly shook her head no. Minutes later, nearly 50 year old Margie and her 22 year old plus sons were playing hide and seek. First round Margie was "it" while the boys hid. They were quickly found.By the third round most of the hiding places had been discovered and on this round she found herself being pulled by her oldest son. As the count continued, she was pulled away from the hill where everyone had hidden before, to the flat ground and behind a boulder. The ...