Mad, Mad World Part 1

Chapter 262

Mad, Mad World

Part 1

It was a short drive to the Mulberry set we didn’t require a lot of makeup being as the scenes were short and the crew was waiting for us. We would do five quick scenes one was the morning scene where the neighborhood came to life in two takes, one for a Friday and the other for an early Saturday morning. I was only in the Saturday shoot mowing my home lawn before going down to Mr. Bronson’s house to do his. We had everything from kids playing in the yard running through sprinklers or slippery slide, or playing ball in the streets or parents outside doing yard work. The street had to look like it was average ordinary neighborhood, but with a twist.

The moment everyone was in place Mr. Kirkland called quiet on the set and said action the moment the clapboard announced which scene we were doing. I got on the bus with everyone else wearing the same clothes I had worn during the first-day class scene and so were many of my friends. Mark was three, house down the road a bit from Mr. Bronson’s house, with several moving boxes out on the lawn, with Mom and Dad moving into the house, with large moving van and crew.

The idea was Mark and his family was the new kids on the block and moved here from out of state. Being as Mom was the new high school principal. When the truth was she wanted to be close to her lover Mr. Bronson and had gotten him the new teaching job. 

Dad was unaware of Mom having unfair with another man, plus the fact he lived two doors down from them and that Mr. Bronson was having sex with nearly every housewife on the block and has been for several years. Not to mention his appetite for young boys, like me, and my younger brothers. Not only was he a school teacher he was a member of the LDS Church and local Scout Master, which gave him access to all the boys in our neighborhood and their mothers.

Dad too was having a secret affair or should I say many secret affairs with many of the mothers and many of the fathers in our neighborhood. Talk about a big melting pot right here in mulberry. It is said. ‘Don’t throw rocks at glasses house.’ Meanings don’t judge others unless you want to be judge yourself. 

We have created a movie series that had everything including the kitchen sink; love affairs, underage sex both male and female, a little real-life drama and most of all puppy love. The first scene was the simple bus ride to school, with a quick scene of everyone going to work only to have Dad and a couple of fathers and wives comeback. Thinking their wives and husbands had gone to work.

Mom scene was simple kiss goodbye to her husband Dad and Mark and his two sisters Rhoda and Jackie and his two little brothers, Jason, and Jared as they got into the car all except Mark who was taking his new motorbike to school. Most of the younger kids on our mountain like me were taking the rest of the week off from school to help with the fundraiser and had arrived sometime this morning to help shoot the Mulberry scene with the rest of the kids that lived on our mountain. Sparky too was playing his part he came out to say goodbye to me as we all got onto the bus, with my parents being Mrs. and Mr. Earl… Greg, Chad, Cindy and Timothy and their youngest daughter Samantha.

Normally I would have been in Marks family but we had already separated me and Mark into two different families, and we had established that Mom was Marks mother from the get-go and it would create massive rewrite, that none of us had time for. Terry and his brother Jessie belonged to Jake parents the Olson so he too would have individual role in which we created during the dentition class scene, and would look odd if I was his brother even though we could have worked it out that it was hidden secret that I didn’t know what was going on between him and Mr. Bronson.

But Mr. Kirkland had changed that idea because he wanted to add a new twist to our already neighborhood melting pot. He had this strange idea that would start a religious war between the Catholics and the LDS in the neighborhood and inside their churches. He was indeed playing with fire. But he wanted to send a message to people that they are being watched and put on notice if this is them they better run for the hills. It was big news that Catholic Bishops were having sex with its members, but recently it was being discovered that some of those bishops or priests were raping the altar boys in their church. It was in the morning paper and on the news everywhere.

Yet what he learned about Crawford turned his world upside down, because of what he had done and what he has become. He wanted to send a message to him that states I know who are and I am coming for you. Which was why he had asked Bishop Earl if he was willing to play the part of Bishop of the LDS church in Mulberry and he asked our friend Tony play the part of very bad Catholic Priest, which Tony said would be hysterically funny. 

Mr. Kirkland said he would be perfect for that and in sending a message to all those Catholic Priests that they too are being watched and their dirty laundry was about to be exposed.  It was surely going to be eye-catching and mind-blowing melodrama when these sick b******s are found and caught for doing the very things we are doing as actors. We were going to set the world on fire or bring it to its knees.

Personally, I didn’t care, I was too tired and had too much to do to worry about what the sick people thought about our little film. My mind wasn’t on just filming, my mind was on what had taken place today and wondering if we can pull it off, we had a lot going on and everyone it seemed was counting on me to pull it all off. 

I hated the taste of coffee, but it was the only thing keeping me awake. Dr. Sars handed me my third cup as we waited for everyone to take their places on the set. Telling me she will whip me up something special to get me through the day without falling on my feet. Yet there will be a small price to pay, I stated there is always a price to pay and thanked her.

Dad said in a whisper to me; “this u’t to be fun.” I stumbled not catching the meaning when I quickly looked at the playbook that Mom was studying she seemed a bit amused by the fact. Dad was about to have an affair with neighbors wife.  Who happened to be Mrs. Olson Terry’s scene mother, again Mom seemed amused by it, but then again she was having affair with Mr. Bronson and according to too the script neither of them knew about it.

The camera panned just enough to watch Mrs. Earl peek through the curtains and also inside the house she was in using a pair binoculars, Bishop Earl had long gone to work with the fathers and the mothers that weren't staying at home Moms. After all, this was Friday morning when the kids were supposedly at school watching Mark start his bike and head up the street to school, more like go around the corner and walk back on to the set to watch it all on camera just like the rest of us.

Dad knocked on the door opening his shirt all the way showing his bare chest at the door scene and his back to the street, in his hand he was carrying measuring cup, and he said when Mr. Olson opened the door. “May I borrow a cup of sugar?” Mom rolled her eyes looking at Stringum and Mr. Kirkland because they wrote that god afoul script.

I had to admit it was very funny, after having seen that dozen times in real life, but having man say that instead of a housewife. It took everything I had not to crack up as Mr. Olson let him in, and the moment the door closed. The inside cameras started filming watching Mrs. Olson drop her house robe, and finding her stark naked then Dad threw the cup over his shoulders hearing it break and launched himself at her, bypassing the curtains enough to give Mrs. Earl and many of our onlookers enough eye candy watching the curtains fall from the window as Mr. Olson tries to shut the blinds, having those as well fall to the floor.

I waited to see if Mr. Kirkland would yell cut.  Not finding that part in the script, instead, he kept filming; watching Dad pickup Mrs. Olsen off the floor on to the couch trying not to stumble over the only furniture in the house.

The camera panned watching Mrs. Earl and couple of other mothers hurry over then stop each wearing a house robe of some sort, stop at the curb noticing and not noticing the other women as they picked up the morning paper and quickly go back into the house. Mr. Earl waited until it was her queue to go as she hurried to put on jogging suit, wanting to get a better idea of what was going on. We had all stopped reading the script seating on the edge of our seats as Mr. Earl quickly put on headphones and was given the queue to go.

She closed the door and made it look like she was running as she watched for anyone watching her. Then dove into the bushes of Mrs. Olsen’s place, where Dad and she were having hot wild sex on the couch as the camera panned watching them then Mrs. Earl poking her head up just enough to watch. Dad and her taking their time which I had learned from that sex should never be hurried. Mrs. Earl undid her jumpsuit exposing her bare breasts to the small hidden camera like the one on the door that showed Dad opening his shirt all the way.

I looked around the room finding I wasn’t the only guy in the room that had a huge tent in his pants. There was no cheesy music just the moaning of Mrs. Olson as she leaned back riding Dad as Dad was massaging her breasts. I looked over at Jake and his Dad to see if they had a problem with it. Finding they didn’t as they discussed different things they would like to try.

Stringum had given everyone an idea notebook so if we had something we wanted to do we could see about doing it. Mrs. Earl was soon joined Mrs. Vincent also dressed in jogging suit; they both turned seeing each other. They seemed a little surprised to see each other, more seeing Mrs. Earl half undressed.

They said a few words as they climbed out of the bushes onto the driveway that was now empty after watching everyone drive off for work and school. Mrs. Vincent said. “What the hell are you doing out here peeping though Olsen’s window?”

As Mrs. Vincent quickly noticed that Mrs. Olsen breasts were showing causing her to puff them up a little and zip up her jogging suit, said. “Came to see if I could borrow a cup of cream.” Mom slapped her face against her hands and looked at the boys, and Stringum and Mr. Kirkland for the bad line, mumbling something under her breath. Watching Kirk's Mom soon to be Mrs. Sakes make her way over in her jogging suit and hid in the bushes that were separating the houses, hoping no one saw her.

Mrs. Vincent said. “And I am Betty Crocker… you came over just to see what was going on the same as I was and I have no doubt that Dorothy who is hiding in the bushes came over for the same reason we all did.”

Kirk's Mom stood up and shrugged her shoulders said. “Guilty as charged, but I didn’t come to borrow anything except to get a good peek to see what he looks like naked, instead of just seeing him in the yard with his shirt off.” 

I had to admit when comes to guys Dad looked good without his shirt but then again I could say that about the rest of us, and we kept in shaped because we liked how we looked, plus the physical factors that having those muscles made you look good in a fight. Mom licked her lips seeing Dad… she had always enjoyed seeing him naked; to her, it was an extra bonus.

The ladies had made the realistic discussion that they all wanted to see Dad naked and if he was really good in bed. What I could tell and what I knew of Dad he indeed was good in bed and he taught me everything that I know when it comes to sex. The rest came from Mom, making so when it came to girls we boys could perform and leaving them wanting more and she wasn’t ashamed about it either.

By the time they all three made it back to the window Dad and Mrs. Olson were in the bedroom causing the ladies to miss all the action as they returned to their houses. Mrs. Earl said. “Are we still on for bridge today I’ll make those cucumber sandwiches we like?” Getting reply that they were as one by one they disappeared into their houses. Mr. Kirkland called. “Cut that’s a wrap.”

Dad and Mrs. Olsen quickly came out fully dressed and Dad finding Mom, pulling her into her arms and kissed her. She said. “I always liked seeing you naked; my only question is do you still find me…” Dad opened her blouse in one quick action watching the buttons fly off exposing her nice round breasts and cupped each one in his hand, said. “I have always liked seeing you naked as well.”

Mom moaned said. “Sorry dear, I am not some cheap w***e.” And slapped him across the face closed her blouse and stepped away from him. Dad looked shocked feeling the hand-print on his face, then smiled as Mom looked over her shoulder and turned to wiggle her fingers at him telling him to come and get some.

Rhoda asked me if I was in the mood and I said. “Always, but I don’t think I have the…” She pulled me into a kiss taking my words and my breath away.

 

When she released me, she said. “We have time for a quickie while they set up the next scene.” I knew she was right because Mr. Kirkland wanted to film the poker game, which would end up in the bedroom with the four mothers. I had no interests in watching that, well I did actually but, I better things to do which was being with my wife as she and I ducked into one the house that wasn’t being used only to find that Jackie and Eli were already occupying the house. We all laughed because we all had the same idea.