Dorothy Miller gasped and felt her heart suddenly begin to pound faster. She had just stepped out onto the sun deck of the cottage she had rented for the next two weeks, expecting to take in a beautiful view of the lake and mountains. Instead, her eyes locked on the open window of her son's bedroom and the unexpected sight of her sixteen-year-old boy standing naked before his dresser mirror. He was blow-drying his hair, unaware of her presence. All at once, she was trembling, weak-kneed, and sexually aroused.
Since her husband's death, a little over two years ago, she had found herself strangely attracted to her son. And now, staring at his naked back brought her to such an aroused state, she was involuntarily rubbing her groin against the sun deck railing, trying to contain the itch that was building between her legs. Mine! she heard a voice in her head say. That handsome young man is mine. At the same time, guilt and shame flushed through her mind, creating havoc in an already dizzy head.
Dottie's fingers ached to touch the firm, tight skin of her son's buttocks, knowing instinctively that she could bring him the most delicious sensations he had ever known. She stared at the white mounds of flesh with a hunger she had never known before. In her mind, the fantasy grew more vivid, and she could hear Steven moan with delight as her hands kneaded the firm balls of meat, while a stray finger toyed teasingly with the sensitive little buttonhole hidden deep in the crevice.
"What's so bad about that?" Dottie asked, trying to put an end to the guilt that was tormenting her and ruining the complete enjoyment of the fantasy. "I just want to please him ... and make him happy!" But the dampness seeping into the crotch of her panties caused serious doubts about only wanting it for his pleasure.
Then Steven turned and moved out of view. Dottie was disappointed with the loss, but still continued the fantasy. She imagined the delight that would have been hers if he had turned in her direction so she could view the front of his naked body. Her mind furnished the picture momentarily, then faded away, leaving her frustrated. What's wrong with me? she asked, trying to put an end to the lust she felt. But her aroused body refused to let her forget. The moisture had penetrated her white shorts and there was a visible spot slowly spreading in the material.
It was strange, she thought, that in all the years she had been married, sex had played a rather unimportant role in her life. Now that her husband was gone, she constantly longed to express herself sexually ... and only with Steven! She was confused and frustrated. And seeing Steve naked like this only made matters worse.
"Aren't you coming to the beach with us?" Nancy's voice cut into Dottie's dreamlike thoughts.
"Huh?" Dottie gulped, feeling as though her daughter had actually caught her in the act she was visualizing. "Oh ... no. I think I'll straighten things up and finish unpacking." Though still flushed with desire, Dottie was pleased with herself for the quick recovery and reasonable excuse. She knew she couldn't walk down to the beach with them-not with a clearly visible dampness in the crotch.
"Steve and I are just going to take a quick dip ... to see how the lake compares with swimming in the ocean."
"Don't you think that bikini is a bit...?" Dottie stopped in mid-sentence when her daughter's pretty face twisted into a frowned expression. She just couldn't keep from being overprotective, she realized. At seventeen, Nancy was so beautifully developed she reminded Dottie of some sex-kitten in the movies. She even admitted being a little jealous of her daughter's long blond hair and big blue eyes.
"Please, Mom. We've gone over this a thousand times," Nancy moaned. "It's really a very modest bikini ... you'll see ... wait till you see what the other girls are wearing.... You're just so ... so ..."
"Old-fashioned?" Dottie grinned, letting Nancy know she had won the point without further argument.
"You said it, Mom, not me," Nancy smiled, her pale blue eyes twinkling now and her voluptuous body squirming with anticipation and anxious to see the reaction she would get at the beach. "We won't be gone long.... Then maybe we can take a ride into town."
Dorothy just nodded, aware that her heart was still pounding furiously and the hardened nipples of her aching breasts were trying to force their way through the material of her bra and sweater. She was grateful for Nancy's quick departure from the sun deck and let out a sigh of relief as the girl disappeared through the door.
The guilty, nervous feeling she was experiencing reminded Dottie of the time her mother had almost caught her with her panties down. She and the little boy next door had been playing doctor and he had just finished taking her temperature, using his finger as an imaginary rectal thermometer. They were only about five years old, she recalled, but the thrill of it was still vivid; especially the excitement that raged through her body as she lowered her panties to let him see and touch that sensitive, never exposed flesh back there. She didn't know at the time that he was going to poke his finger in the little hole, but she did not complain when he did. She knew it was wrong, but it was such a delightful experience. And years later, when she was a mother, she would catch Nancy at the same game ... and then Steven. Why had she been so stern with them, when she knew how much she had enjoyed it herself? She also wondered if she hadn't been too strict with the children when it came to teaching them modesty. They seemed to be fanatical about it now, not even letting their own mother see them undressed. And she resented that!
As soon as she heard the front door slam, Dottie moved on still trembling legs toward the door of the cabin. She wondered if Steve or Nancy would notice that she had changed her clothes again, after just putting them on. I'll tell them I changed into slacks for the ride to town, she told herself, anxious to get to the privacy of her bedroom.
Dottie peeled off her sweater quickly and released her aching breasts from the confines of the bra. That alone caused her to sigh with relief. The nipples were rock-hard and quivering. She padded across the room to the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the open closet door.
"Not bad for a thirty-six-year-old mother of two," she said softly, cupping the full, firm orbs with trembling hands. "They don't sag ... like some women my age ... mmmm ... I'll bet Steve would love to , . ." She couldn't bear to hear herself say it. Instead she slipped out of the white shorts, made a three-quarter turn, and eyed the mirror as she slid the pink panties down over the white globes of her derriere. "Now there's a sight little boys, big boys, and old men would appreciate!"
Dottie continued to lower the thin garment, using a coy, teasing slowness, as though doing it for someone else's benefit. She was thankful now for the damp crotch and the excuse it gave her to undress like this. Excuse? she heard herself ask. Why do I need an excuse? Why do I torment myself by trying to rationalize every move? She was infuriated with her own shortcomings. And when the face in the mirror seemed to be staring at her with contempt, Dottie decided it was time to put an end to the torment. To hell with it! she declared with a new determination. Its about time I started enjoying myself! Suddenly she felt bold and confident. Now the reflection reminded her of Nancy-there was a twinkle in her eyes and her body squirmed eagerly. The fact that her daughter was blond and blue-eyed didn't matter. She was just as happy with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes, she decided.
Dottie's right hand slid from her breast, down her flat stomach, and over her hip to the smooth white skin of her buttocks. Her eyes were fixed on the image in the mirror, watching with fascination as the hand rubbed the perfectly matched globes of flesh with a sensual, circling motion. She knew what was coming, but pretended she didn't. The middle finger curled and slithered up the deep crease, sending chills up her spine. In her mind, it was the little boy next door exploring her flesh, making it tingle with every touch. Her left hand continued to squeeze the aching breast, and that seemed filled with a forbidden thrill she remembered from her childhood. As always, during these moments of mixed fantasy and reality, she wished she could pretend it was Steven playing with her. She was stopped by the fact that she couldn't imagine a realistic plan of bringing her son to this point. And some connection with reality was necessary to make it believable enough to excite her. After so many years of preaching modesty to the boy, she couldn't expect him to suddenly believe it was right to see and touch her naked flesh.
Now Dottie concentrated on bringing herself to the longed-for orgasm. After several teasing strokes with her finger in the deep crack, she searched for the sensitive opening. The little bud sucked itself inward at the first touch. And when she tried to insert the tip of her finger in the little opening, the sharp edge of her fingernail pricked the tender lips, hurting enough to convince her she couldn't accomplish what the boy next door had done so easily and painlessly. Then without hesitating, she dropped her left hand and combed her fingers through the damp triangle of hair between her legs. The middle finger of that hand slithered through the panting lips of her vagina, bringing her to the peak of excitement. By using the middle fingers of both hands-one tapping gently on her anus, while the other toyed with her clitoris-Dottie quickly brought on the much needed orgasm. She wanted to scream out with delight, but bit her lip for fear someone would hear the painful cry.
After the flush of relief the orgasm gave her, a dull ache of loneliness set in. She wanted Steve desperately now, she told herself. She wanted to be kissed and held tight, and to share her happiness with him.
"Yes," she breathed softly. "I must share my happiness with Steven. He deserves itl And I'll teach him all the things a boy his age should know about sex ... instead of just letting him pick it up on the street.... All I need is a plan ... a way to get around the modesty I taught him... without disillusioning him...."
Convinced that what she was going to do was in Steven's best interest and not her own, Dottie pulled on a robe and rushed to the bathroom to shower. In her mind, she envisioned a series of instructions that would help develop the boy's confidence in dealing with girls and teach him some of the secrets of pleasing them. It was all going to be innocent, she kept telling herself. Any reward she got out of the encounters would be incidental. And by the time she finished showering, Dorothy Miller actually believed it.
Chapter Two
The second day of Steven Miller's vacation began in a state of deep depression. He was frustrated, more than anything else, and the rain that had started during the night only added to his gloom. Watching Nancy prance around in her new bikini had made him aware of an inner need he couldn't express. Steve felt as though he had a constant erection that was not only becoming unbearable, but was causing him embarrassment as well. At the beach he had to remain seated most of the time so no one would see the bulge in his trunks. As a result, Nancy had made friends and was going to spend the day with them, while he was left out.
There wasn't much to do except stay in bed on a day like this, he told himself. He could hear Nancy chirping happily in the kitchen, telling his mother all about the new kids she had met. A few minutes later she was gone, giving him pangs of jealousy. If only he wasn't so bashful and shy, he thought, he could get a girlfriend and put his sister out of his mind. But at this stage of his life,
Nancy was the only girl he felt comfortable with and she was by far the prettiest, most sensually developed girl he knew.
Balls! It's been years since she let me see her bare ass.... And she didn't have gorgeous fits then! But still ... I ... I can't stop thinking about it. Shit! She rubs those luscious tits on my arm like it's okay ... driving me bananas ... Damn it! I know if we could just be alone for awhile I could joke around and get her to show them to me. Man! I came close to doing it just before we left home. She was in a great mood ... and when I reminded her of the time she let me feel her ass, she giggled.... The erection in Steve's pajamas throbbed faster as Nancy's giggle echoed through his head.... She liked what I was leading up to. I know she did! Just the way she giggled ... I know she was thinking about letting me feel her up again ... That's all I want ... just to feel that beautiful ass again ... and touch those delicious tits.... Then Mom had to come home and spoil it all.... The bubble broke and his thoughts drifted aimlessly for awhile. He could hear his mother washing the breakfast dishes in the kitchen. The cabin was much smaller than their house, he noted. Back home you couldn't hear every sound someone made, he sighed, remembering times when he had accidentally caught glimpses of his mother getting dressed. Those incidents excited him too, but he never watched for long, afraid she'd catch him and make an embarrassing scene. It just wasn't worth it, he decided. At best he had only seen her in her bra and panties.
As soon as Dottie finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went to her room to get dressed. She was in an exceptionally good mood this morning, pleased with her decision about Steven and grateful that Nancy would be gone most of the day. It meant she would be alone with Steven. And the rain was a blessing too, she told herself. It confined them to the house, forcing them to entertain one another.
Dottie had spent most of the time since making her decision the preceding afternoon thinking of a plan that would maneuver Steven into the delicate situation she had fantasized. But it proved to be a waste of time, she finally decided, since the only thing she could plan on was getting him into a conversation and then delicately twisting it to the subject of sex. Beyond that, she realized, everything would depend on Steven's reaction to the topic. And she knew it wasn't going to be easy getting past the stage of just talking, because she couldn't imagine a situation that would get him to undress in her presence.
Still wearing her robe, she pulled on her panties and then a pair of slacks. Next she slipped out of the robe and into her bra. A smile formed on her face as she suddenly became aware of the fact that this very routine was an example of her own extreme modesty; not taking off the robe until she at least had her panties on and then quickly exchanging the robe for her bra. Ridiculous! she scolded herself. A carry-over from childhood. Then again, I don't think I approve of the way Marge and Bill act, she added defensively, pausing to fold her robe neatly and place it on a chair as she thought how her next-door neighbors seemed to have little or no modesty. It just doesn't seem right walking around the house naked, in front of a fourteen-year-old daughter and a son who's only eleven. And ... leaving the bathroom door open! Dottie recalled the last time she was at their house, when she caught a glimpse of the boy urinating, while his sister was in the tub taking a bath. It had shocked and repulsed her at the time, but she had to admit that she could accept it now with a more open mind.
As she turned to face the dresser, where her neatly folded sweater was placed, she glanced into the mirror and caught sight of Steven standing silently outside the partially opened bedroom door. Instinctively, she pretended not to notice his presence and instead of reaching for the sweater, picked up her brush. Though her brain was frantically searching for a way to take advantage of this situation and her entire body tingled with excitement, Dottie casually began to brush her hair. She stretched her arms up and back, thrusting her breasts out to their fullest, for him to clearly see them reflected in the mirror to their best ad- vantage. She made a mental apology for the bra and wished desperately that she hadn't put on the slacks. She needed time to clear her head and she knew the faded pink panties she was wearing would have held him spellbound until she could think straight.
Steve had been on his way to the bathroom when he accidentally saw his mother slipping into her panties through the slightly opened door. There wasn't much to see, he told himself, but his curiosity compelled him to pause for a moment anyway. He was rewarded with a fleeting glimpse of her full bare breasts. Even in a bra they look sexy, he admitted, as he tried to imagine how the feminine balls of flesh would feel cupped in his hands. His erection pulsed faster as he watched his mother brush her hair and thought longingly of caressing her breasts. The white bra was just thin enough to reveal the darker color of her nipples. He was fascinated by the reflection in the mirror, where the nipples seemed to become more pointy and protruding.
"Come in, Steve ... I know you're there...." His mother's voice jolted him, filling him with panic and shame. Not only had he been caught peeking through the door, he realized, but now he had to face her with such an obvious bulge in his pajamas that she couldn't miss noticing. There was no way to possibly hide the thick lump, he decided, entering the bedroom timidly and wishing he was dead.
"I ... I ... was just ... on my way to the bathroom," he stammered. "Just ... passing...." He was encouraged by the fact that his mother continued to face the mirror and didn't stop brushing her hair. He expected a good tongue-lashing and was amazed that she didn't even appear to be angry. It also surprised him that she hadn't covered herself when she saw him. To be moving closer to the object of his fascination unnerved the boy. He didn't want her to see him staring at her chest, but he couldn't take his eyes off the tantalizing nipples that fizzed-out invitingly in the bra.
Dottie turned slowly to face her son, trying to be casual and control the turmoil that was raging inside her. At the same time she wanted to put him at ease and spoke softly, "I'm surprised at you, Steve. Did I raise you to be ... a ... a Peeping Tom?"
"I ... I ... was ... only passing...."
"There's no need to lie, pet. I saw you standing out there a good couple of minutes. But that's not important. I'd rather you satisfy your curiosity at home than go around peeking through our neighbor's windows."
"Aw, Mom. I wouldn't..." Steve blushed, unable to finish the sentence. The idea had been in his mind on several occasions and now he felt guilty about it.
"It really doesn't matter, sweetheart," she cooed, reaching out to embrace him with a forgiving hug. The encounter caused a brief touch of his stiff member against her longing sex, but he nervously jerked it away. The sensation took Dottie's breath away and made her more determined to satisfy her need for him.
"I'm sorry I looked at you getting dressed," Steve moaned in her ear, feeling her firm breasts press into his chest. He felt so awkward, being hugged like this and not knowing what to do with his hands, other than keeping them at his side. It didn't seem right to just stand there without returning the embrace, but her back was bare, except for the bra strap and he didn't know what would happen if he touched her naked flesh. He was having enough trouble keeping his throbbing erection from touching her and secretly wished he could run to the safety of the nearby bathroom before she saw it.
"Let's just say it's a stage you're going through," Dottie responded to his apology. "Your curiosity is only natural, pet. And now ... you're at an age when sex is very important. I ... I just don't ... want you to get in trouble over it. You could ruin your whole life with a few mistakes that came about simply because you were curious. And ... and it's not your fault ... exactly. Not having a father to talk to makes it all the more difficult...." Though groping for the right thing to say, Dottie felt she was doing a pretty good job of it, considering the turmoil that was raging throughout her body, demanding action-not words. One of her hands had already slipped down his back to the elastic band at the top of his pajama pants. The temptation to satisfy her longing for the feel of his buttocks was almost unbearable. She fought off the urge as best she could, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and were inching inside the elastic band.
"Hey!" Steven cried, with a forced laugh in his voice. "Cut that out!"
Dottie plunged her hand down, grabbed a handful of the forbidden flesh and squeezed hard. His body jerked stiff with alarm, but she held the firm globe tightly and whispered laughingly, "What's the matter, pet? Now that you're sixteen your own mother isn't allowed to touch your ass?"
"Aw, Mom, cut it out," he moaned, pretending to pout and laugh at the same time. He was totally unprepared for such a situation and didn't know how he should react. It was as though she could see right through him, read his mind, and manipulate him at will.
"Isn't this what you wanted to do to me, when you were watching me dress?" Dottie asked coyly, releasing her grip on his tender flesh, then running a finger down the dividing crease of the matched globes. "Well?" she persisted. "Don't you dream about feeling a girl's ass?"
"I ... guess..." he admitted shamefacedly, unable to understand how she knew his secret thoughts.
"Then stop acting like a child," Dottie said in a low firm voice. "All you need is a little self-confidence and you won't have to hide outside bedrooms, watching girls undress."
"I'll never do it again, Mom. I promise." Whatever she had in mind, Steve decided, it had to be some form of punishment. And he wanted to escape it, if at all possible.
Dottie withdrew her hand and stepped backwards. Her heart was pounding wildly, excited by the thought of what she was about to do, but she forced herself to appear calm and unaffected. She wanted Steven to think this was all very businesslike and natural.
"To be perfectly honest," she began. "I've been worried about you for some time. I don't want you to be so bashful and shy that your personality becomes stunted. .. ."
"Aw, Mom. I'm okay ... really."
"We'll see, pet. But I want you to stop worrying ... it's not going to be painful." On that note of advice, she began opening the buttons of his pajamas. Their eyes met and remained locked as she began to undress him. He didn't show any sign of objecting until the shirt was off and her fingers went to the string of his pants. Then his eyes grew wide and questioning. "Just relax, sweetheart. Mother knows best," she purred, smiling as she pulled the string and felt the pajamas start to slip downward. Then, with a controlled slowness, Dottie lowered her eyes. She felt like a teenager herself, about to see her first male organ. Her hands were shaking as she pulled down on the pajamas, releasing them to drop to the floor.
Steve moaned and swallowed hard, unable to imagine what his mother would think of him when she saw his penis standing stiff with lust. It wouldn't be nice, he convinced himself, and braced for the storm that was sure to come.
After a long, agonizing trip down her son's chest and stomach, Dottie's eyes finally reached the heart-shaped, purplish head of his spear. A teardrop of clear fluid oozed from the eye of it and her nostrils flared with the first breath of maleness she had experienced in two years. She was mesmerized by the sight and smell of it, unable to do anything but stare at the throbbing mushroom and watch it balloon bigger and bigger before her eyes. An assortment of lustful thoughts ran through her head, but Dottie managed to control them, proud and somewhat surprised at the large size of her son's male muscle. Ifs enormous, she sighed under her breath. Beautiful, thick, stiff and exciting.... And he's mine! My son ... my flesh ... my ... my ... cock!
"....I'm ... sorry...." Steve's voice finally penetrated her swimming head. "I ... I ... just ,.. can't... help myself," he was saying. "It seems to get hard all the time ... for no good reason...."
"There, there," Dottie managed, regaining some of her composure. "Perfectly normal ... nothing to worry about..."
"If you only knew how embarrassing it is!" Steve blurted out in a weak, helpless-sounding voice. "At the beach yesterday ... I ... I ... had to sit the whole time ... so nobody would see it!" His confession seemed to give him relief from the tension and fear that was tormenting him. It was almost like talking to a doctor, he thought. Of course, that's what parents are for, he told himself, gaining some confidence. You're suppose to tell them your problems ... and ... and she said she'd help me gain some self-confidence. Well, ifs working already! "That's why I keep to myself so much," he continued his explanation. "I don't want people to think I'm oversexed... or something."
By now Dottie had recovered enough to control the excitement that surged through every inch of her body. It was surprising how naturally she could function, she thought, while still enjoying the building sexual excitement.
"Come with me," she said, leading Steve by the arm to her closet. Then with the other hand she opened the door and he was face-to-face with the full-length mirror. "Don't look away," she told him. "Look at yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed of, pet."
As Steve followed her instructions, Dottie dipped her hand back to his buttocks and began to massage them gently. She watched her own hand glide sensuously over the smooth white balls of flesh, a finger touring the crack at will, just as she had fantasized so many times. All mine ... The warm juices of an orgasm flushed uncontrollably from her body, drained from the top of her head, down to her anxious sex and into the crotch of her panties. The feel of her son's flesh was all she had dreamed it would be, she told herself, aware that she was breathing hard and squirming her hips, as she tried to squeeze out every last drop of the orgasm. The thought of Steve watching brought her back to her senses. She shot a quick glance to his face for an indication of what he might be thinking and saw he had closed his eyes.
"Feel good?" she cooed.
"Yeah ..." he breathed.
I told you so! This for the benefit of her conscience. He loves it! And needs it! He needs me ... his mother ... to help him through the agony of adolescence.... I've been a fool, allowing myself to feel guilty about this perfectly innocent little act of helping my son ... mature ... and ... develop his personality. The orgasm had cleansed Dottie's mind and body of all its frustrations. She was contented at last and could function with an inner glow of peace and calmness. The task of teaching her son self-confidence would be easier now, she decided, knowing she had proven her good intentions to her own conscience.
"If it feels good to you, Steve," Dottie began, "you should stop thinking it's a selfish act. Don't you think a girl will enjoy being touched like this too?"
"I ... I ... never ... thought of it ... that way," he stammered, barely able to think at all as his mother's delicate touch swept over his buttocks, sending chills of delight through his entire body.
"That's not to say you should go around grabbing every girl's ass that you see," Dottie said with a laugh. She was actually assuming the part of the instructor, she realized and felt better about it. In a more serious tone, she continued. "However, if a girl allows you to touch her ... then you can be sure she'll enjoy it ... and wants it as much as you."
Dottie paused to survey her son's reflection in the mirror, while continuing the slow, tender caresses on his buttocks. Unlike Nancy, who had her father's coloring, Steven had brown hair and brown eyes, like herself. He was about the same height as Dottie, but she knew he would soon be several inches taller. It seemed like he had just started to shoot up in the last six months, she thought, glancing down at the stiff shaft jutting out from between his legs. I can't imagine that growing any bigger than it is! The thought amused her and her hand began to reach for it, hesitating as she tried to decide if touching it would cause a conflict with her conscience.
"I really don't know what to tell you about having so many erections," she said honestly. They were both staring at it in the mirror and Dottie began to feel a bit self-conscious about her hand, which was poised just inches from the long stick, as though she had suddenly become unsure of herself. "But ... I'm sure ... you'll gain control as you gain experience." Her hand was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the hot meat. Her palm was under it and all she had to do was close her fingers around it, she noted with longing. She knew she had to do it, if only to show him there was nothing wrong with him. She fisted it quickly, watching his expression for any sign of disapproval.
"Oh! ... Oh! ... OHHH!" he moaned, closing his eyes and looking faint.
Dottie felt the long thick meat pulse in her hand, throb faster and faster, then jerk. She tightened her grip and watched in awe as the hose of flesh spit out a lump of cream that splashed against the mirror. Another volley followed, then another, with Steve moaning and groaning, while his knees buckled, almost causing him to fall.
"Enjoy it, pet. Enjoy it!" Dottie whispered hoarsely, trying to encourage him on. "Mother understands.... You're so frustrated ... with all those juices pent-up inside you.... Come, sweet-heat, come for mama...."
Steven sighed with relief as his mother pumped out the last drop of juice. He grinned at her sheepishly, unable to speak, but wearing an expression of total satisfaction.
"There! Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Dottie asked confidently, releasing his penis and running her hand one last time over his buttocks.
"Nnnnnooo!" he gasped.
"This will be our little secret, Steven," she whispered. "And I'll try to help you as much as I possibly can.... You'll see ... in no time at all you'll be through this awkward stage . . and girls won't seem so ... so ... mysterious."
"Man! I feel better already!" he gloated.
"Then go take a shower, while I clean up in here," she said with a smile.
As the naked boy bent to retrieve his pajamas, and then strutted from the room, Dottie felt a new passion building inside. The sight of all that naked flesh began to stir her imagination, fanned by the boy's own enthusiasm. She began to think about all the lessons that remained for her son.
I should be ashamed of myself, she sighed happily. I've really neglected the boy ... but I'll make it up to him.... Using a towel, she began wiping the mirror clean, saw herself still wearing only a bra on top and laughed. He had stopped, hoping to get a glimpse of naked flesh, and never got around to it! She felt herself slipping back into the fantasy of lowering her slacks and panties for the little boy next door. But this time it was Steven! The idea excited her, since she knew it would become a reality and not just another dream.
What a fool I've been! she added, bending with renewed energy to clean away the traces of maleness Steven had left. There was a mushy feeling in her crotch and she knew she would have to change again. The idea of waiting until Steven was passing, on his way back to his room, crossed her mind. But she decided against it. I want to shower and smell nice for him. ... Besides, I mustn't rush things.
Chapter Three
Through the thin walls of the summer cottage, Dottie could hear practically every move Steven made in the adjoining bathroom. She knew, by the sound of the running water, that he was under the shower. His voice rose periodically to sing the chorus of a song Dottie didn't recognize. He was happy, she told herself, and that was the important thing. It convinced her more than ever that she had done the right thing for him. For him, she emphasized the point for the sake of her conscience. But the boy's reaction was more than she had hoped for, or imagined possible, and it fanned the flames of her own enthusiasm.
The feel of his hot, thick organ still tingled in her hand. She relived the satisfaction of caressing his smooth, firm buttocks, knowing now that it brought her son as much delight as it gave her. Unfortunately, the dampness that flushed into the crotch of her slacks had not been a totally satisfying orgasm, she realized. But it wasn't bad for a start, she told herself happily.
Just as she was about to change her slacks, the front door slammed with a loud bang. Dottie grabbed her sweater from the dresser and pulled it on as she half-ran from the bedroom. Steven was still in the shower, she noted as she raced to see who had come in. The thought that Steven had fallen crossed her mind, as well as the fear that they were being burglarized.
"Nancy! What are you doing back so soon?" Dottie asked with surprise and relief. "You scared the life out of me!" She started to scold the girl, but saw Nancy was already upset about something, causing Dottie to forget her own anger.
"You wouldn't believe it, Mom!" Nancy blurted out, fighting back tears of rage. "They were like animals ... the girls too ... all they were interested in was sex! They were going to have an orgy ... and ... and didn't bother telling me in advance! I had to fight like a wildcat to keep from being raped!"
"Are you all right?" Dottie asked in a soft, motherly-sounding voice, hoping to calm the excited girl.
"Yes! I'm okay. ... At least now ... that it's over. But can you imagine that? Just taking it for granted that I'd go along with an orgy? Not caring who, what, or where?"
"There's no sense getting yourself sick over something that almost happened and didn't."
"Oh! If only I was a man ... I'd show those ... those bastards!" Nancy growled. "The nerve of them!"
"Please, honey, calm down," Dottie repeated, understanding her daughter's rage, but also knowing that almost every girl goes through these ordeals. And she wanted Nancy to know she understood, that she had compassion and wasn't trying to sound like a typical mother giving "I-told-you-so" advice. "You won the battle, pet.... Now try to forget it. You know, write it off as a bad experience...."
"Grrrr..." was all Nancy could manage. The injustice was too much to swallow, she thought and stormed off toward her room, consumed with thoughts of revenge. She slammed the bedroom door behind her, then suddenly opened it again and asked her surprised mother, "Where's Steven? There's one bastard I'd like him to punch in the nose for me!"
"Steven's taking a shower," Dottie snapped back, adding in a firm tone of authority, "When you calm down, we'll discuss this. But I don't want you to get your brother involved."
"Okay," Nancy conceded, still furious at the injustice, but managing to bring it under control. "I should have insisted on bringing Steve along. It's all my own fault. But when I suggested it to them yesterday ... well ... they said he was just a kid.... And the way he acts sometimes ... I ... I had to agree. If only I knew!" They she turned and slammed the door again.
Dottie barely got out a sigh of relief when Steven appeared at the bathroom door, still naked and apparently trying to see what all the commotion was about. Now the sight of his naked body shocked Dottie and she waved her arms wildly, telling him to go back, pointing to Nancy's room, so he'd know his sister was there. Confusion was still written all over his face as he slowly stepped back into the bathroom.
That's not like him, Dottie told herself as she fetched a robe from the boy's room. I'd better have a talk with him, before we go any further ... about when and where to exercise a little modesty. She opened the bathroom door enough to pass the robe in to him and tell him, with a finger to her lips, that he shouldn't say anything. Then she quickly returned to her own room to change. The thought of Steven stepping naked from the bathroom amused her. How quickly he abandoned his old ways, Dottie thought with new delight. If it wasn't for Nancy's presence, she would encourage her son to walk around the house naked all the time. The thought was intoxicating as she envisioned Steven walking around the house nude, giving her every opportunity to express her affection and fascination for his growing body.
Meanwhile, Steven was in his room dressing and weighing similar thoughts about his mother. His experience in her room had been the most memorable of his life, he decided. In the course of a few minutes, his mother had brought him the most delicious, unexpected thrill of his life. It was almost impossible to remember what she had done, but the sensation of being touched was vivid in his mind, and he got hot flashes thinking about it. She had swept away the frustrations that had been locked inside him for years, with the simple touch of her dainty, delicate hands. A chill ran up his spine as he thought about her warm hand on the cool skin of his buttocks.
Steve's thoughts lingered on the image of his beautiful mother standing before him, allowing him for the first time to see her in a bra and not making him feel as though he would turn to stone for looking. He could feel the heat building in his pants again, but it wasn't as frustrating as it had been in the past. It felt good now. At least he didn't have to hide the embarrassing bulge from one person, he thought with relief. His mother didn't condemn him for the joke nature had played on young men with overactive glands, he told himself. He could almost feel the feather-light touch of her dainty fingers on the steaming-hot shaft of pulsing meat. Play it cool, man! Don't do or say anything to make her mad.... Don't fuck up now!
A twinge of guilt ruined Steven's daydream. He had been compelled by an inner force to peek through doors and sometimes windows, to find answers about naked women that seemed to haunt him. He dreaded getting caught, but couldn't help himself. Now that his mother had finally caught him in the act and had shown an unbelievable understanding, Steven was tormented by the guilt feeling of deceiving her. She was trying to be helpful, he condemned himself, while all he was interested in was satisfying a lust for female flesh. Any female flesh! Even his own mother's! And before this morning, his sister's sensational body was constantly on his mind. Understanding a boy's curiosity was one thing, he convinced himself; but if his mother ever suspected the lust that went with it, she would hate him for it!
"Steven," his mother's voice called from the kitchen, cutting through his thoughts with a sharp pain, as though she had just discovered his secret. "Lunch is on the table!'
"Okay!" he answered nervously. "I'm coming." He took a deep breath, collected his courage and put on an air of being in a good mood. Then he opened the door to his room and sauntered out to the kitchen.
"From now on I want you to stick close to me!" Nancy blurted out as he walked into the room. The tone of her voice was unusually commanding.
"HUH!" he gulped.
"I almost got raped this morning!" Nancy hissed, gritting her teeth in anger. "From now on we stick together. . .."
"She's just upset," Dottie explained in a soft, reassuring voice. "She had a bad experience...."
"Those bastards!" Nancy interrupted, not wanting her fury to be written off as nothing more than a bad experience.
"Nancy!" Dottie shot back. "You don't have to use that kind of language...."
"Oh, Mom, please. You treat us like little kids. If you ever heard the language Steve uses at school, you wouldn't think he was an angel with virgin ears."
Dottie didn't argue the point. She saw Steven blush at his sister's remark and knew it was her own fault for the barrier that kept them from expressing themselves more openly. The time had come to stop treating them like little children anyway, she decided, thinking how it would also help Steven see her more as a friend than a mother.
"As soon as I got in the car, some sonofabitch grabbed my ass," Nancy continued, determined to speak as she pleased, even if her mother objected. "I couldn't tell which one did it and figured it was just some sneak trying to show off. There must have been ten of us in that carl The girls had to sit on their laps, which should have been my first clue...,
"Anyway, as soon as we got moving I noticed one girl already had her sweater pulled up around her neck, with her tits sticking out for all to see, while the guy behind her squeezed and played with them ... just like nothing was happening. And the next thing I know, I've got more hands on me than I can handle. They were trying to undress me right then and therel And those fff ... fff ... friggin' whores were all giggling.... That's when I started screaming for them to let me out. At first, no one paid any attention ... giving those bastards a chance to have a good feel ... until I started kicking and scratching! Then they finally got the message and let me out."
"Wow!" Steven gulped. "How'd you get back?" 34
"This guy in a pick-up truck ... which had been behind us most of the time ... saw what was happening and stopped to see if I was okay. We were about ten miles up the road by then. He offered me a lift back ... and seemed like a nice guy ... and it was raining like hell ... so I got in the truck...."
"Did he try anything?" Steven asked eagerly, wishing he had been along for the car ride and hating himself for making such a bad impression on the beach.
"No..." Nancy said in a more controlled, normal voice. "He was a nice guy. We were close to where he had to make a delivery, but he even "offered to bring me home first. I wouldn't let him though ... so he made the delivery and then took me to a diner for coffee.... Would you pass the mustard, Mom? I'm famished. His name is Gary ... I figure he's about twenty-two or three ... and very polite."
"Here we go again," Dottie said sarcastically.
"Well I was grateful..." Nancy shot back, taking a bite of her sandwich. She chewed slowly, avoiding her mother's eyes. "Besides ... he only has the pick-up truck ... and there's no back seat in that!"
"You're nuts!" Steven offered his opinion.
Nancy ignored his comment and asked Dottie in a pleading voice, "Please, Mom? I already told him I'd go out with him tonight. I just couldn't turn him down after he was so nice to me."
Dottie was torn between wanting to protect her daughter and wishing the girl would find some friends her own age to occupy her time. Now, more than anything else, she wanted to be alone with Steven. Her daughter's unexpected return had already ruined the day for Dottie, but she still found the decision a difficult one to make.
"Please, Mom?" Nancy pleaded again, taking her mother's silence as an indication that she wouldn't agree. "We're only going down the road ... to that restaurant that has dancing. You know ... the real square place.... Probably full of old people...."
In a voice that was barely audible, Dottie said, "I just don't know. . .." An inner voice told her confidently, Let her go! Don't be a fool! She'll be all right!
"Aw, Mom, please? You'll like Gary. He's real quiet and polite."
"Have you given any thought to your brother?" Dottie responded sarcastically, fighting back her own longing and feeling proud that she sounded more like the concerned mother she was trying to be. "If you go out, then Steven has to spend a boring night cooped up in this dismal cabin...."
"Don't worry about me," Steven interrupted. "If you make her stay home on my account, she'll just mope around and make everyone miserable."
"I guess you're right," Dottie sighed, pretending to be slightly annoyed. His taking his sister's side in the argument had cleared Dottie's conscience of any guilt. But it was difficult to keep from smiling victoriously as she said, "Well ... okay." She managed this by avoiding their eyes and hoping they couldn't see the twinkle of delight in her own.
The vacation cottage seemed unusually quiet after Nancy left with her new companion. Dottie tried to start several conversations with her son, but found him withdrawn and unresponsive. Over dinner, he mumbled short answers to her efforts to get him interested in a topic. His apparent moodiness, the dreary rain, and the damp, musty odor of the cottage began to depress Dottie. There seemed to be a new, even higher wall between her and Steven now, making her wonder if it was the result of their morning encounter. Did he hate her now for what she had done? She had thought it would be easy, after overcoming the first hurdle that had separated them, to get him involved in her little game. Somehow, she'd expected him to be eager and even take the initiative in their new relationship. Now, she realized, she would have to go through the agony of planning each move again, setting scenes to appear like accidental meetings and coax him through every step. Her fantasy was beginning to crumble. It just wouldn't work, she told herself, if Steven wasn't enthusiastic Her ego needed his eager participation and her conscience wouldn't settle for anything short of it.
After washing the dinner dishes and puttering around the kitchen, making work where there wasn't any, Dottie finally asked, "Is anything wrong, Steven?"
"No," he answered defensively, still seated at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the design in the old, faded tablecloth.
"Then why are you acting so moody?" She kept her back to him, facing the sink and washing the same cup for the third time. When he didn't answer, she forced herself to bring up the subject of their intimate meeting, knowing she had to get it out into the open to put her own mind at ease. "Are you upset ... about ... this morning?"
The question startled the boy. She was reading his mind again, he thought with growing panic. Did she also know about his terrible lust for her? He wondered in desperation, unable to answer her question.
"If it is, pet," Dottie continued, "I think we should talk about it."
"You don't understand, Mom," he mumbled sheepishly. "I know you're trying to help me ... but ... but ... I..." He paused to swallow hard and take a deep breath, then blurted out, "I. was thinking bad things!"
Dottie turned quickly, gave him an understanding smile and said, "Don't get upset, sweetheart. Isn't that the problem we were trying to solve? I was only trying to show you that you didn't have anything to worry about ... that ... there wasn't anything wrong with you. And you acted like a perfectly normal, sixteen-year-old boy, who wants to know about girls."
Steven was still confused, but felt relieved that he had confessed about his lust-before she found out by reading his mind again. She was at his side, putting her arm around his shoulder and stroking his cheek. Perhaps she didn't know what he meant by "bad things," he thought. He wanted to be more explicit, but he couldn't honestly tell her what it was he wanted. What little he knew about sex was all second-hand information. No one had mentioned the inner turmoil that went with it. And he began to think his mother had been right all along about its just being his curiosity. All I wanted to do was see and feel her tits, he told himself as his mother stood behind his chair and continued to stroke his cheek and neck. Ifs not the same as wanting to ... to ... fuck! That never entered my mind! I just want to see ... and... touch ... a naked girl.
For Dottie, the boy had restored her confidence, and she wanted to put his mind at ease. With an awkward half-bending and twisting of her torso, she managed to give him a little hug. At the same time, she whispered in his ear, "I have a confession to make too, pet. My actions weren't entirely unselfish." His head snapped and he looked at her with saucer-wide, puzzled eyes. It was a poor choice of words, she suddenly realized. He wasn't mature enough to understand that statement and his questioning look meant she had another chance to cover up the mistake. "Just think how I would feel if one of our neighbors called to tell me they caught you peeping through their bedroom window."
"I promise, Mom. I'll never do it again."
"I believe you, dear. But if I hadn't caught you this morning, you probably wouldn't realize how embarrassing it is ... until someone did catch you."
"I see what you mean," he moaned.
"It could even be worse," she continued. "Suppose your curiosity became so strong that you went so far as trying to experiment with little girls? You see how you could get into real trouble?"
"I ... I never ... thought of it that way..." he gasped, blushing with the guilt of having considered doing just that with the girl next door.
"Then stop tormenting yourself," Dottie said with a reassuring smile. "I told you this morning it was all very natural and normal. Your misery is all my fault ... for being so strict . . , about nudity around the house. I'm not going to tell you who, but we have neighbors back home that walk around the house naked, leave the bathroom door open and ... well ... just don't give a damn."
"Really?" Steven asked, with a craving to know which neighbor it was and a sudden determination to find out on his own if necessary.
"Well, they don't walk around naked in front of company," she added with a laugh, seeing his interest grow. She stepped away from him then and walked toward the living room, adding over her shoulder, "Perhaps I've been too strict-and then again-they may be too lenient."
Once out of Steven's sight, Dottie went directly to the front door and slipped the bolt to the locked position. She wasn't taking any chances on Nancy's walking in unexpectedly, she decided.
"Aren't you coming in, pet?" she called to the boy and without waiting for an answer added, "It's so damp and chilly in here, I think I'll take a nice warm bath."
Steven sauntered into the living room slowly, still puzzled and embarrassed over his reactions. His hands were tucked in the back pockets of his jeans, his head drooped, so his chin rested on his chest and his eyes stared blankly at the floor. When he looked up, he saw his mother stepping out of her slacks. She had her sweater over one arm and he couldn't believe his eyes. By the time he blinked and convinced himself he wasn't dreaming, all she was wearing was a bra and panties. He stared, with jaw dropped and heart pounding furiously.
"You can watch if you like," Dottie said in a controlled, casual voice. "It's up to you." Then she crossed the room to the hall that led to the bathroom. She knew he would follow and felt as though she was walking on a cloud. By putting the decision in his hands, it freed her of all the nagging thoughts she had about wanting him for selfish reasons.
Steven's eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful body. But when she began to walk, his eyes locked on the sensuous movement of the two distinctly separate balls of flesh under her thin pink panties. And he followed the seductive buttocks in a daze, as though being yanked along by an imaginary rope around his neck; a rope that seemed to tighten and make it very difficult to breathe. He tugged at the front of his jeans to relieve the agony of his blood-engorged penis, as it struggled to stand upright. He was thankful that she wasn't looking as he did a quick dance, while jerking his jeans, so it could stand comfortably up his belly. It was throbbing so fast, he expected to reach a climax at any moment. The sight of his mother's splendid shape and almost naked body was enough to do it, he realized. His head was filled with visions of what he expected to see, and he knew there was no use trying to control the impending climax.
Once in the brightly lit bathroom, Dottie paused and without looking back at him, said, "Unhook my bra, pet."
Steven swallowed audibly and reached out with trembling hands to do as he was told. Shy, nervous and timid, he quickly discovered the task was impossible unless he risked pinching her smooth, tender skin. The predicament became unbearable as he fumbled helplessly with the hooks, not wanting to pinch her or do anything to make her change her mind. He was a bit embarrassed, but relieved, when Dottie reached back and did it herself. He was awestruck as he watched her casually extend her arm and drop the bra on top of the heap she had haphazardly created on the floor with her sweater and slacks. This is it! a voice shouted in his head as he stared at the smooth white skin of her bare back.
When Dottie turned and saw the breathless, adoring look on her son's handsome face, she almost lost control of her planned composure. She had to fight the urgent need racing through her body. "I"I only I could feel this way with another man, Dottie thought as she took Steven's hands in her own and brought them to her aching breasts. A gurgling sound escaped from deep in the boy's throat and she knew he was just as delighted as she was over the sensuous contact. Her nipples fizzed out rock-hard and quivering in the palms of his hands, aching with passion and not satisfied by his timid, fearful touch. She found herself forcing his fingers to squeeze the firm, pear-shaped orbs and wishing he'd take the initiative to milk the aching lust from her breasts.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked, when his face began to twist in apparent agony.
"I ... I ... I think ... I'mmmm gonna ... come..." Steven moaned helplessly. "I ... I cccan't help it!"
"Don't fight it," Dottie whispered, easing his hands from her breasts. She turned quickly, reached back for his hands again and brought them back to her breasts. "There! You can feel them better this way.... Just hug me tight, pet ... press it against me ... harder, sweetheart ... press it against my ass ... snuggle it in the crack! Don't be afraid!"
"Ohhhh ... it feels so gooood..." he moaned. "I love you, Mom. I mean, I really love you!"
Through her panties and his jeans and shorts, Dottie could feel the muscle flex and throb. He was squeezing her breasts harder now, pulling her back against his chest and no longer timid as his lust for her became overpowering.
"Mmmmmm..." Dottie breathed softly. Her body had responded to his strong hands on her breasts and the grinding motion of his thick shaft against her buttocks. She was at the peak of excitement herself and knew by his hot, panting breath on her neck that he was reaching a climax. She knew it wouldn't take much to set off the explosion of her own orgasm, but wanted to savor the delight of remaining at the brink of it for as long as possible.
With one last grunt and a final squeeze of her breasts, Steven's body suddenly went limp against her. He was weak, breathless and dizzy from the spent orgasm, too weak to move, and too dazed to speak.
"Feel better?" Dottie asked over her shoulder.
"Yeah! Great!" the boy answered, slowly regaining enough strength to release her and step back.
Dottie turned to face him, smiling broadly to show her approval and understanding. The sheepish look on his face quickly changed to an impish grin and then a warm smile of appreciation. She
watched him straighten up and square his shoulders with a new sense of confidence. It was a good sign, she told herself. There wasn't a trace of regret in his expression and she was thankful for that. One episode with his moodiness and guilt was enough for her to endure.
"I think you'd better get out of those things," Dottie said, pointing to his jeans.
He nodded, knowing what she meant. It surprised him that he hadn't even noticed the sticky juice oozing down his belly and shorts. Without hesitating, he peeled off his jeans, then carefully removed his shorts so he wouldn't spread the juice on himself. It was on his T-shirt too, he realized, and in one quick move discarded that and his sweater.
"You know," he said in deep thought as he turned to the sink to wash away the remaining traces of his lust, "it's funny how mature and confident I feel ... after coming like that. One minute I'm shaking all over and nervous ... and the next minute I'm as calm and relaxed as ... as... I don't know what...."
"Yes, dear, I know," Dottie sighed, running the back of a finger over the smooth, white skin of his buttocks, following the globular shapes with a featherlike touch. She was filled with passion and a strong feeling that he belonged to her more now than ever before. However, the problem of satisfying her burning desires weighed heavily on her mind. She was almost at the peak of excitement, where almost anything would release her boiling juices and her son wasn't experienced enough to know what to do. And adding to her frustration was the fact that she had to act out the role of a teacher, pretending she was only doing all this for his benefit.
"I'm sure grateful for your help," Steven was saying. "If you hadn't told me that girls like being felt ... well, I know I'd never find out myself ... not the way they act. You know, making guys think they're untouchable!"
"There's so much you have to learn, pet," Dot-tie said in a hoarse whisper, almost speechless as she discovered the answer to her problem in his statement. Her heart was pounding even faster now and she had to force herself to proceed slowly. Have to keep a cool head ... pretend it doesn't mean anything to me ... one way or the other. Don't scare him off ... let the decision appear to be his.
Dottie withdrew her caressing hand from his buttocks, allowed him a moment to towel the area he had just washed and waited patiently for his attention to focus on her again. Then, with a serious expression and totally controlled voice, she said, "Twice today I helped you-even encouraged you-to satisfy your curiosity. Naturally, this excited you sexually. That's only normal. But I want you to remember that you won't find girls your own age being so understanding."
"You don't have to tell me," he pouted. "I wouldn't be so confused and screwed-up if they weren't so ... untouchable!" "Well, that will solve itself, when you learn how to satisfy them." There wasn't the slightest doubt in Dottie's mind that he could resist the bait of learning such a secret.
"I ... guess ... I never ... thought of... girls ..."
When it was clear that he couldn't find the words to finish the sentence, Dottie said, "That's your whole problem, pet. You have to think about the girl." She paused, as though weighing a big decision, then continued in a less serious voice. "Let's pretend I'm your girlfriend," she said playfully. "Get behind me again, but this time, pretend you're doing everything for the girl's enjoyment...."
Steven responded quickly when Dottie turned. He stepped up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts in his still eager hands.
"Mmmmmm ... now that feels good," Dot-tie sighed. "You're doing fine.... Your hands are telling the girl how beautiful she is...." The excitement that raged through her body was intoxicating. She began to wonder if she could carry out her role until the end. He was so easy to manipulate, she thought with increasing delight and feeling the first twinge of her much needed orgasm rumble through her body.
"N-N-Now ... slide your ... hands down," she stammered, gasping for air, "and ... pull down my ... panties...."
Steven couldn't believe his ears, but quickly followed her instructions. His eyes followed the pink material down over the silky-smooth, white mounds of flesh. His hands were trembling again and he found himself staring into the eye of another erection.
Dottie waited patiently for him to pull her panties all the way down. When he stopped, after clearing her buttocks, she reached down herself and coaxed them to the point just above her knees, where they fell on their own to her ankles. She guessed that he was aroused again, but could no longer postpone her own urgent need to satisfy him.
"Don't be so timid," she whispered, closing her eyes to savor the expected examination. To her great surprise and greater delight, she felt his warm, moist lips press against the cool, tingling skin of her buttock. "My, my!" she sang out happily. "You certainly learn fast! That's the way to please them, love!"
"Mmmmmm..." Steven responded, applying the same loving kiss to the other mound of flesh. "Delicious! Beautiful! Man ... I've never seen such a gorgeous ass in my life!"
Dottie squirmed and held her breath, fighting back the release of her orgasm, which his words had almost triggered. His hands were all over the firm balls of flesh, squeezing and rubbing them frantically. She managed to contain her excitement as he fingered the cleff and searched for the hidden opening. Her fantasy had finally come true, she thought with breathless anticipation. And it was just as thrilling as she had imagined it would be. She felt young again. Unbelievably young! This time her mother wouldn't interrupt her fun. She wanted to prolong the thrill of being examined and enjoy every sensuous moment, but she knew she couldn't hold back the tide of her climax much longer.
"Let me have your other hand," she said urgently, noting his sudden hesitation at the sound of her voice. In another moment he would have penetrated the opening, she realized. Now he wasn't sure if he should. "Remember, love ... you're supposed to be satisfying the girl now." She paused, taking his hand in her own and pressed it to her belly. She gripped his wrist with one hand and used her other hand to separate his fingers and guide them slowly down her belly. "There..." she whispered, as his fingers combed through the triangle of hair between her legs. Even though she had to guide his hand, the touch of his fingers fanned the fires raging inside her. She carefully positioned his middle finger on her clitoris and showed him the movement she wanted him to make on it.
Dottie felt an earthquake rumble through her body. She was panting hard, no longer able to hide her emotions from him. He must know by now, she told herself, but not caring any more. She felt his other hand sweep up over her hip and grip an aching breast. There was a hot, throbbing shaft of flesh nestled up the center of her buttocks. That was all she needed to send her into the breathless roller coaster ride of an orgasm. "Nnnnggghhhh!" she cried out, frantically wiggling his finger against her clit. "Faster ... FASTER! Move your finger ... FASTER! AHHHH! Goodl Mmmmm ... hold me tight ... Don't stop! Nnnnggghhh ... more, more, MORE!"
Steven did his best to follow his mother's instructions, but it wasn't easy. His mind was consumed by the sensation of having all that naked flesh in his arms, while his virgin, ultrasensitive erection experienced its first thrill of being completely cradled between the pillows of female flesh he had longed to touch for so long. This had to be the most delicious, exciting experience in the world, he thought as the muscular globes squeezed his hot meat.
Dottie managed to choke back her cries and animal-lust sounds, in an attempt to hide her real feelings from the boy. She held his hand tight against her sex and delivered a grinding motion to it. "Mmmmmmmm..." she breathed as she squeezed out the last drop of her orgasm. She felt him clutch her tighter and reach his own climax. Oh! That feels so good! she cried under her breath. "I can feel him . ., coming ... up the crack of my ass! Mmmmmmmm ... I love it! I've never felt so ... so completely satisfied!
"I ... I guess I got carried away," Steven moaned apologetically in her ear when he finished and slowly released her from his grip.
"Don't be silly," Dottie said, returning to the role of his teacher as he backed away. "You were wonderful.... Don't you see? Once the girl feels you're doing everything to please her ... she wants to please you too."
Dottie turned to face him then. She was going to go into more detail for him, but saw his eyes lock with fascination at the junction of her legs. "Let's not overdo it!" she laughed. "You can shower with me ... but then I think we should call it a day and close school."
The boy nodded his head in agreement, but continued to stare at the triangular patch of hair between her legs. He wanted to know what secrets were hidden there too, but felt sure his mother would draw the line at that. And at the moment it wasn't that important. He was certain now that nothing could surpass the thrill he had just experienced.
At the same time, Dottie was convinced she had found the answer to her own aching desire for sexual expression with her son. It was really all very innocent, she told herself. No need to feel guilty ... because nothing really happened. We were just having some innocent fun ... that resulted in a much needed release ... for both of us!
To further convince herself that she was in complete control of the situation, she showered quickly, before Steven could join her and left the bathroom as soon as she finished.
Chapter Four
It stopped raining during the night and the next morning was bright and sunny at the lakeside resort in New Hampshire. For Dorothy Miller, it was the most beautiful morning she could remember in years. When she awoke, she was surprised to find herself on vacation-almost as though she had arrived there by some magical force during the night. She was filled with a wonderful feeling of suddenly being alive and free of all her worries and frustrations. Instead of starting the day with a fantasy about what she would like to do, which always left her with a feeling of hopelessness, she found herself thinking about sitting on the beach, drinking in the warm sun, going for a swim-and all the real things she could do this day. .
Over breakfast, she noticed that Steven and Nancy also seemed to share the same carefree mood and vacationing spirit. It was like the old days, she thought with pride, when they had left all their problems at home and really enjoyed their vacations. Now all her doubts about making the trip were washed away by the fact that she had brought the family together again, just as she had hoped. She was also convinced that what happened the night before in the bathroom had helped both Steven and herself. He showed no sign of regret or change in attitude toward her, which made her feel even better.
Later, at the beach, Dottie was amazed to find everyone much friendlier than before, and she was soon involved in conversations with total strangers. It was a strange experience, since she wasn't the type who feels comfortable in a crowd of people she didn't know. But by midafternoon all the guests at the resort were acting like one big happy family, gathered around two tables on the beach, having drinks and talking as though it was a reunion of old friends. And Dorothy Miller was enjoying every minute of it.
Her being a widow, and the only parent without a partner, did cause the others to treat her a little specially, she noted. The wives were nice to her out of sympathy, or perhaps pity, she thought, while several of their husbands gave Dottie the unmistakable impression that they would like to offer her their services in bed. Until now, she had resented the way some men reacted when they found out she was a widow-as though she was hungry for sex and they'd make a sacrifice to satisfy her. But today she was in too good a mood to let it bother her.
When Mike Johnson, the manager of the place, joined the party, Dottie quickly discovered he was much more aggressive than the others. While most men made passes with their eyes and carefully worded remarks, Mike was more physical. He managed to get his aluminum folding chair into the small space beside hers by making everyone else shift theirs. Then he didn't miss a chance to touch her arm, shoulder or back during the conversation, as though emphasizing a point. And for some reason, Dottie found it all amusing; especially when he twisted and strained his lower torso, while trying to appear nonchalant, to press his leg against hers. She knew she could put a halt to it, without making a scene, simply by moving away. But she appreciated the fuss he had made over Nancy and Steven earlier in the day. He had made a special point of introducing them to his own teenage son and daughter and then let them take his speedboat out for a ride around the lake. If being a little friendly with the manager would bring her own kids some special attention, it was worth it, she decided. Besides, Dottie chuckled to herself, his wife is a snobbish bitch. It serves her right if he fools around with other women.
She probably wouldn't have given his wife more than a passing glance, if it hadn't been for the way Steven had reacted to the woman. Mrs. Johnson had taken them from the office to their cabin after registering, and all the while Steven was sticking his elbow in Nancy's side, taunting her to watch the sexy walk on the woman. It was the high heels that annoyed Dottie. She was wearing a tight sweater, short-shorts and heels, with her nose in the air and knowing all the while that Steven would be staring at her rear end. Dottie was willing to accept the too-tight sweater and the short-shorts, but the heels definitely didn't fit into the apparel of someone who had to walk back and forth from the office to the cottages several times a day. A big tease! Dottie told herself, a bit jealous of the way Steven ogled the woman's shapely legs and inviting behind.
The back of Mike's hand grazed the side of Dot-tie's bare leg, just below her bathing suit. She pretended to be absorbed in the story one of the women was telling and allowed his touch to seem unnoticed. She knew he wouldn't do anything brazen in front of the others, and she got the urge to do a little teasing herself.
It must be the drinks, she told herself as she took another sip from her third Tom Collins. She carefully surveyed the group. There were six people closely grouped around her table, with three men standing behind their wives' chairs and partially obscured by the beach umbrella that rose from the center of the table. The other table was enough off to the side that the people sitting there could only see her face. It was perfectly safe, she decided, feeling a little giddy and childish. Then she eased her hand between their chairs and ran it down Mike's thigh. The touch took Mike by complete surprise and his whole body seemed to tighten defensively. Dottie wanted to laugh out loud. It was the most mischievous act she could remember doing since she was in high school. Mike squirmed uneasily in his chair and Dottie could see him frantically checking to see if anyone could see her hand resting on his lap. In a display of extreme boldness for Dorothy Miller, she slide her hand across his tan slacks and quickly found the telltale bulge down his leg. Then just as he satisfied himself that nobody could see what she was doing, Dottie squeezed the lump in his pants and quickly withdrew her hand.
As Dottie nervously paced the living room of the quiet, empty cottage, she tried to put together the pieces that had led to what was about to happen. She remembered Nancy and Steven returning from their boat ride with Mike's kids and telling her about a dance at a nearby dude ranch. They made a half-hearted attempt to show their reluctance to leave her all alone tonight, but for some reason she brushed it off and told them to go. And she vaguely recalled Mike's whispering Something about seeing her later, which she had agreed to with a smile and a nod of her head.
It was the drinks! she told herself over and over. I must have been a fool! She stopped pacing and stared at the door, wishing she could bring back Nancy and Steven. The house seemed so quiet now and she realized she was frightened. This is ridiculous! There's nothing to be frightened about. When he get here-IF he comes at all-just ... just tell him you've changed your mind. That's all there is to it! He certainly isn't going to rape you ... or beat you. She began to feel better as she thought how nervous he had been when he thought someone would see her touch his leg. It proved that he wouldn't use force, because he obviously didn't want his wife to find out. It seemed like a good idea at the time, she admitted with a sigh. The drinks ... the fun of teasing him ... even the idea of putting one over on his wife!
A tapping noise sounded in one of the bedrooms and Dottie's heart felt like it jumped into her throat. She heard it again and it sounded like someone tapping on glass. Reluctantly, she moved in the direction of her bedroom, still listening for the sound and unable to imagine how anyone could scale the height of the sundeck to get to her bedroom window.
"Open the door!" Mike's unmistakable voice called softly through the open window in her bedroom.
"How did you get up here?" she whispered back. She didn't wait for an answer, but went straight to the door in the hall outside her bedroom and unlocked it.
"I used a ladder," Mike said with a big grin, as he stepped in and quickly closed the door behind him.
"You scared the life out of me!" Dottie shot back, but she couldn't conceal the relief that had come over her at seeing a friendly face.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, taking her in his arms. He could feel her tremble and squeezed her tighter to his chest. Her reaction reminded him of the young virgin he had seduced earlier in the season, and he liked it.
Dottie remained silent, letting her fright drain out. She allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the feeling of being in a man's arms again, then asked, "What about your wife?"
"She drove the kids to the dance," Mike answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "They won't be back for hours."
Dottie felt his hands slip under her sweater in back and reach for her bra strap. In the moment she hesitated, his experienced fingers had unhooked it. She opened her mouth to object, but suddenly found his open mouth over hers. Their tongues dueled for possession of her mouth as his hand swept gently under her bra to cup her breast.
Why fight itf Maybe I do need a man. As long as they remained in the hall outside her bedroom, there was nothing to worry about, she decided. Then she surrendered to the exciting tongue and the delicious feeling his hand massaged into her breast.
Mike's hands deftly lifted her bra and sweater up to her neck, while he continued to fill her mouth with his darting tongue. Then he massaged her tingling breasts with both hands, arousing her with each move he made. His lips were on one of her nipples almost before she realized they had left her mouth. She had never been with a man as smooth and experienced as this, she thought as he filled his mouth with her breast. It was exciting and thrilling, but at the same time it made her nervous.
"Please don't," Dottie said when she felt his thumbs slip under the elastic waistband of her slacks. She felt her breast slip from his mouth, but his fingers remained inside her slacks, resting on her hips.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I ... I hardly know you. I didn't think we were just going to jump in bed." She was fighting for time to think, no longer sure she should go through with this.
"Neither did I," he whispered. "But you're so ... so exciting ... I just couldn't help myself."
"I'm not trying to be a tease..." Dottie tried to explain. "It's just ... that I need a little time. ..."
"Whatever you say," he answered, but she felt her slacks riding down over her hips and her panties were going with them. "All I want is a little peek," he whispered.
Dottie couldn't believe the muddled mess she was creating in her brain. She did want him! She didn't want him to think she was that easy. She wasn't easy! He was so experienced and smooth, she felt she had to do something, just to let him know she wasn't easy.
"There 1" he said, kneeling before her and staring at the junction of her legs. "It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." Dottie lowered her eyes and searched his face for something she could base a decision on. She wasn't sure if she should relent now and let him take her, or make him stick to his promise of doing anything she did. It was hard to believe he would simply pull up her slacks again, after getting this far, without trying to get what he was after.
"You're right," he said with a big sigh, not taking his eyes from the triangle of hair between her legs. "I guess I got carried away. But I wanted you from the first minute I saw you...."
He had a way of keeping her off balance, she thought as he apparently made the difficult decision for her. But before she could say or do anything, he bent forward and pressed his lips against the hair he had been eyeing. Dottie felt herself go weak all over. She grabbed his head and pulled him tighter, unable to pretend any longer. "Then take me, Mike!" she said without thinking. "I want you too!"
She had only known one man in her life, and her husband had never kissed her any lower than the breasts. Though the hair prevented her from actually feeling his lips, his hot breath filtered through and cascaded over the sensitive lips of her vagina, creating havoc inside. Her body, from head to toe, tingled with undreamed-of delight.
Mike effortlessly swept her off her feet,and carried her into the bedroom. She was thankful for that. Her slacks and panties were still tangled around her ankles, but she doubted she could walk if they weren't. As soon as he placed her on the bed. Dottie quickly disposed of the sweater and bra circling her neck and watched intently as Mike removed her slacks and panties. She wondered what would have happened if those garments hadn't hampered her from opening her legs when he kissed her. The thought sent chills through her, and the minute her legs were free, she opened them in a quick reflex to the desires he stirred in her. But he stepped away from the bed and bent over to light the lamp on the night table. Then he began to undress.
I wish I had some of his confidence, Dottie thought as pangs of guilt and doubt filtered back into her mind. It's hell when you want something so bad ... and then be filled with all kinds of doubts when it comes along.
When her eyes brought him back into focus, he was naked and walking toward the door. Even in the dim light of the lamp, she could see the muscles in his back ripple. Then he reached for the wall switch and before she could object, turned on the bright ceiling lights.
"What did you do that for?" Dottie moaned, blinking her eyes and frowning to let him know she didn't approve.
"I don't want all that beauty to go to waste in the dark," he said with a smile.
All she could see was the giant spear protruding from between his legs as he walked back to the bed. Her own legs closed instinctively and her mind raced frantically now for an excuse to put an end to all this. "Hurts my eyes," she managed to moan.
"Don't look up," he laughed and knelt beside her on the bed. When she snapped her head to the side looking away from him, he reached over and turned it back. "Would you like to suck it?"
"NO!" she cried, freeing her chin from his hand and snapping her head back to the other side.
"Don't be so frightened," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Maybe ... maybe we should ... should have a drink first___"
"Later," he responded. Then he bent over and kissed the same spot between her legs as before.
This time her legs weren't clamped together because something was around her ankles, she realized. Her eyes darted down to his face for a quick look, to make sure he was actually kissing her there, but then she couldn't take her eyes away when she saw what he was doing. Her leg muscles relaxed involuntarily and began to spread her legs apart. And his mouth took advantage of every inch of opening she gave him, to get further down between her legs. She watched in awe as he crawled between her legs, not knowing what to expect from his hungry mouth, but anxious to find out.
Their eyes met and he smiled at her. "You smell and taste delicious," he said. "But I'm afraid my cock is getting a little out of control."
Dottie watched him straighten up and bring the huge purplish head of it up to meet the panting lips of her vagina. She felt a little disappointed that he wasn't going to kiss those longing lips more passionately, but she knew how good it would feel to have a man inside her again and was willing to forgive him.
"Mmmmmmmm..." he moaned, fisting his thick shaft and poking the tip of it into the vestibule of her sex. "Feels hot and mushy in there ... just droolin' to gobble up my cock."
"Stop tantalizing me," Dottie said, trying to hold her breath for the expected thrust. "Do it!"
"Do what?" he countered, moving the knob of his blunt weapon in circles at the opening.
Dottie tried to arch herself up and seize it herself, but he pulled back, teasing her with his little game.
"Your face is even more beautiful when you're in agony like this," he said. "And your tits are driving me crazy ... the way they swell up and scream for attention...."
"Then do it!" she cried.
"I will. But I want you to say, Fuck me' first. I want you to want it as much as I do."
"I do!" Dottie pleaded. "I really do."
He reached a hand down under her and began massaging her buttocks. Then she felt his finger searching for the entrance back there and she wanted to tell him to stop, but couldn't get the words out. All she wanted and all she could think about was the satisfaction of possessing a man for the first time in two years. It was almost hers now and he had to play games, she thought with despair.
"Your ass is as beautiful as the rest of you," he said, forcing his finger into the tight opening. When she squirmed he added, "What's the matter? Don't you like having a finger up your little asshole?"
Dottie shook her head, but he continued to screw his finger up the tight tunnel. "NO! Damn it!" she cried out. "I-I want you. ... I want you to fuck me!"
The long, thick ballooning shaft immediately slid deep into her belly and his finger popped out of her rectum. The suspense had been torturous and she was grateful it was over. His throbbing meat felt delicious and filling, but she continued to buck and bounce off the bed to get every last inch of it.
"You're the hottest fuckin' piece of ass I've ever known," he snarled through clenched teeth. "And I'm gonna come, baby."
"OH! Mike! Not yet! Hold it! Don't come yet!"
"C-C-Can't hold it! You're drivin' me fuckin' crazy!"
"Oh ... oh ... OH!" She felt the first spray of his juices splash deep in her belly and squirmed breathlessly to trigger her own climax. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him before she had an orgasm, but it seemed like a losing battle to her now. But she was suddenly reminded of the night before and Steven's finger moving feverishly with her own help, on her tor- mented clitoris. "OH! BABY!" she cried out. "Nnnnngggghhhh ... come, baby, come. AHHHHHH! MMMmmmmmmm..."
When she finally opened her eyes, Mike's face was smiling down at her. She could feel his male organ slipping limply from her drenched sex and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Now I hope you believe what I said about the way you excite me," he said. "I haven't come that fast in years!"
"Serves you right," she laughed weakly. "You're a big tease. How do you think I felt? I haven't come at all... in years!"
"Let me make it up to you, Dorothy," he said in a serious voice. "Tomorrow night! I'll come over tomorrow night. It's always better the second time, anyway."
Dottie didn't answer him. She wanted time to think it over. And she knew that if she did agree, the reason for it would be those exciting kisses he had introduced into her life.
Chapter Five
The balance of the vacation passed quickly for the Miller family. Nancy and Steven spent most of their time with Mike's son and daughter: swimming, boating, learning to water ski and going to dances every night. It didn't bother Dottie that she only saw them when it was time to eat or sleep. In fact, she felt her greatest reward was just seeing them have such a good time and acting like normal teenagers. She was also delighted that Nancy had finally found a boy her own age to be with, though it was puzzling that she never mentioned the handsome, much more mature young man with the pick-up truck. But when Dottie's curiosity got the best of her and she asked Nancy, the girl simply shrugged it off with a halfhearted laugh and the word, "Married!" Her daughter's apparent wisdom, both in handling the young man and the situation with the group she had met the first day, gave Dottie a strong sense of pride in her. The girl's actions put Dottie's mind at ease about several things, including her own part in her upbringing. She was especially pleased to think that all she had heard about teenage sex these days wasn't true of her own daughter. All Nancy had to do was hold firmly to these convictions, Dottie told herself, and she'd make it to the altar a virgin-like herself.
While the vacation was the best she could remember, Dottie wasn't sorry when it came time to return to New York and their comfortable home on Long Island. She would miss the afternoon cocktail parties on the beach, she admitted to herself. And all the attention she'd gotten from the other parents had been great for her ego. The trip had revealed hidden traits in her own personality that she never knew existed. People actually found her charming, she realized-and not just the men!
In all her life, Dottie had never dreamed she would entertain a lover every night of the week. She gave the full credit for this to Mike Johnson. He arrived every night, without fail, a few minutes after the children left for a dance. Even over her objections, he always managed to finesse her into bed with the cunning use of those superficial kisses to the junction of her legs. Dottie's sudden lust to experience the full sensation his kisses promised kept her in suspense, and provided Mike with the means of getting what he wanted. She didn't have any regrets about it. But on the last night, when he still hadn't delivered what she expected to be a thrilling kiss to her fully exposed vaginal lips, Dottie came to the conclusion the entire affair had been a big disappointment. As a matter-of-fact, she told herself on the return trip through New England, if it hadn't been for that exciting night with Steven, Mike wouldn't have brought me to a climax at all. It was the thought of that experience with Steven that brought on every orgasm during Mike's lovemak-ing. And his trying to get me to take his ... his cock ... in my mouth was revolting. I wasn't the one to suggest that he kiss me down there. I never would have thought of anything like that! But he kept teasing me ... telling me he was going to kiss those red-hot lips down there.... Damn, I was getting excited just thinking about it. I should have known it was a big lie ... to get what he really wanted.... Well, he didn't get it in my mouth! That's where I draw the line. Though I shouldn't complain . . I left all my frustrations there.
"I wish school wasn't starting so soon," Steven moaned from the back of the car.
"Not me!" Nancy shot back over her shoulder, twisting in the front seat until she was sitting with her back to the door and facing Dottie. "I'll be in my senior year and I can't wait to get back. It'll be a ball this year ... lots of activities and things to do____"
"Big deal," Steven mumbled sarcastically.
"I guess the vacation is really over," Dottie sighed jokingly. "You kids are back to normal ... just the way you were before we left."
She quickly discovered she was wrong about that. As soon as they got home, Steven's hands began to make playful passes at her buttocks. He wasn't confident enough to come right out and grab her, she realized. He was testing to see what her reaction would be, by playfully brushing or patting his hand on her bottom. He's so cute, Dot-tie told herself, answering his passes with equally playful moves to avoid his hands. She didn't know she was confusing him with this tactic until she noticed he was beginning to get a little irritable and moody.
"Miss your pretty little girlfriend?" she taunted him.
"Hell, no!" he growled back. "She was just a kid ... won't be fifteen for another month."
"Well, she had a nice shape for a little kid!" she replied, not giving the matter much thought. Driving all the way home had left her tired, and now her mind was more concerned with getting the house back to normal. She never noticed Steven storm from the room in a rage, taking his hurt feelings and deflated ego to the solitude of his room.
It took nearly two full weeks before the hectic pace of getting back into the school routine began to slow down. But once the last minute shopping for things the kids suddenly realized they needed for school was over and the housework was under control, Dottie had time on her hands again. She drifted back into the habit of daydreaming, going back over the details of her vacation and wishing she was back in New Hampshire, where the days
were filled with fresh new experiences. Gradually, it became a morning ritual for her to sit at the kitchen table, after Nancy and Steven left for school, and have two or three cups of coffee, while staring into space as she relived that exciting night with Steven. But missing from these fantasies was the desire to turn the dream into a reality. She had convinced herself that it could never be the same the second time, and that she had to content herself with the memory. Dottie found it easy to accept this concept, since she no longer felt that tormenting ache, as she had before the vacation, to satisfy her body's demand for an orgasm. She even contemplated getting a job, to fill the dull emptiness left by those new daydreams. And the house seemed so big and lonely now. Even when Steven and Nancy were home, they spent most of their time studying in their rooms.
Then one morning in late October, almost six weeks after their return from New Hampshire, Steven entered the kitchen in his robe and pajamas to announce that he didn't feel well and wasn't going to school.
"Then you'd better stay in bed today and get plenty of rest," Dottie told him as she rushed to finish ironing a blouse for Nancy. "I hear the flu is going around, so don't take any chances."
"I don't really feel sick," Steven injected, to put her mind at ease. "It's just like ... I don't know ... I feel sorta blah."
"Go back to bed and as soon as I finish getting 70
your sister off to school, I'll bring you some breakfast."
"I'm not hungry," he sighed over his shoulder as he padded off to his room.
Dottie was grateful for the unexpected break in her uneventful routine. As long as he wasn't seriously ill, she thought, it will be nice just having someone around the house. Then she heard Nancy calling to see if her blouse was ready and quickly finished the chore. To give her daughter a few extra minutes for breakfast, Dottie took the ironed blouse up to her room and told her about Steven. It took almost an hour before Nancy was on her way and Dottie could get back to Steven.
"I brought you some orange juice and toast," Dottie whispered softly from the door, thinking he had gone back to sleep by now.
"I really don't feel like eating," Steven answered. "But I'll take a sip of the juice."
"Here, take your temperature first," Dottie said, taking the thermometer from the tray and gently guiding it under his tongue. I brought you two aspirin ... just in case. It won't hurt to take them anyway."
Steven nodded his head, then watched her flit around the room, tidying up while they waited to see if he had a fever. She was more beautiful in person, he thought, than in his recent daydreams. He wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was, but the words stuck in his throat. As he watched her move around the room, he wondered if she was wearing anything under her long blue robe. There wasn't the slightest sign of anything else and he preferred to think she wasn't.
"Let's see how you're doing," she said, taking the thermometer from his mouth. "Hmmmm ... you've got a very slight fever ... better take the aspirin ... and drink your juice."
"Life sure is funny," Steven said, then paused to swallow the aspirins and wash them down with the juice. "I was just thinking how I used to go wild when I was a kid and you took my temperature ... you know, in the rectum. Then you get older, when things like that don't bother you anymore and suddenly you don't have to do it that way."
"Well, you can thank your sister for the rectal thermometer!" Dottie laughed. "When she bit a thermometer in half and almost scared me to death, I decided not to take a chance like that again."
"That sounds like something Nan would do!" he laughed.
Dottie sat on the edge of the bed and said, "That's not the half of it. She was a little terror when she got sick. Only her 'Daddy' could take her temperature after that. If I went near her she carried on so bad, she actually worked herself into a fever. Then your father would come home from work and without a word of complaint, she'd pull down her panties and bend over for him. It made me furious!"
The vision of Nancy pulling her panties down and bending over to expose her bare rump be- came a vivid picture in Steven's mind. He had seen her in that position the time they played "doctor" and didn't get caught. The semi-stiff male-organ that rested comfortably on his belly suddenly flexed and hardened. He envied his father for having had the privilege of actually taking Nancy's temperature, with full cooperation from both the girl and his mother. When his mind's eye flashed the image of the glass tube slipping into the little buttonhole between Nancy's smooth, white buttocks, his prong throbbed faster and faster.
"What did Dad say about all this?" he managed to ask, hoping to control the urgent pulsing in his sex equipment by talking and taking his mind off the vision that excited him so.
"Ha! The first thing a little girl learns is how to wrap her daddy around her little finger," Dottie answered. "The mother has to swallow her pride, because the father thinks it's cute."
Uppermost in Steven's mind was how he could turn the conversation to the topic of his lust-hardened meat. There wasn't the slightest hint in his mother's voice that she was aware of his thoughts. Since they'd returned home, he got the impression that she thought she had solved all his problems about sex.
"I could use a cup of coffee," Dottie said, getting up to leave. "Would you like me to bring you a cup too?"
"Okay," he answered, fighting to hide his disappointment. As she crossed the room, his eyes disrobed her and he imagined he could see the twin spheres of flesh inviting him to plant his throbbing meat in the deep valley again. The rigid muscle in his pajama pants jerked violently and his hand shot down under the covers to seize it, hoping to choke off the eruption of hot lava that was all ready rumbling in the depths of his volcano. But his hand reached the throbbing shaft just in time to hold it for the climax. The sticky sap shot up his belly, then trickled back down, drenching his pants and creating an uncomfortable conclusion to a pleasant release.
Quickly, he slipped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. If he hurried, he told himself, he could shed the pajamas, wash away the sticky mess and get back before his mother returned with the coffee. After spending two weeks sharing one bathroom with his sister and mother, he was suddenly thankful for the private bathrooms they each had at home. He was just telling himself that it didn't matter if she got back before he finished, because she'd think nothing of his going to the bathroom, when he heard her enter his room. Don't forget to flush the bowl, he reminded himself as he toweled himself dry. Then he realized he didn't have anything to wear back into his room. Normally he would have panicked, he thought, but he felt too calm and relaxed for that-thanks to the orgasm. His eyes turned to the full-length mirror on the door, saw his limp penis dangling between his legs, and decided there was no need to worry.
"I didn't expect you back so fast," he said confidently as he opened the bathroom door. He stepped out naked into the room and casually added, "I wanted to change my pajamas ... they were kinda sweaty. ..."
Dottie's big brown eyes grew bigger at the sight of him. She forced a little smile, in an attempt to hide her amazed expression, but her eyes devoured the naked boy with uncontrollable lust. He moved casually in the direction of the dresser and she couldn't take her eyes off him. As he bent to retrieve a pair of pajamas from the bottom drawer, Dottie found herself slip limply to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and stare longingly at his buttocks. Her fingers ached to reach out and touch him. Nothing in her life had ever aroused her as much as her own son's body.
"Wait!" she blurted out without thinking, as Steven started to step into his pajama pants. He shot her a quick, questioning look over his shoulder and remained motionless, poised to slip on his pants. Dottie couldn't think straight and was having trouble recovering her composure. He was waiting for her to say something, she knew, but nothing came to her. At least nothing she could say and still pretend she was doing everything for his benefit.
"I ... I ... just wanted to ... touch you again," she heard herself saying. "To feel your ... nice smooth ass...." Steven inched closer, not knowing what to expect. At first, she caught him by surprise and he thought she had discovered his recent climax and was angry about it. But now she seemed to be in a trance and not as threatening. He moved closer to where she was sitting on the bed and stood there silently, waiting to see what she wanted.
The glazed look in her eyes gradually disappeared and she ran her hands up the backs of his legs to the rubbery balls of his hot buttocks. "I suddenly remembered that morning up at the lake," she explained, kneading the balls of flesh with both hands and looking up into his face. "I remembered how good it felt ... to pamper you ... the way I did when you were a baby. I guess I was trying to convince myself that you really weren't... so ... so all grown up."
"I'm glad you told me," he said with a smile. "I thought I was just being a ... a pest.... You know ... an immature kid. I don't feel so bad ... now that I know you didn't really mind. I was beginning to think you were angry. ..."
"Angry? Don't be silly, pet. I loved it. I guess it made me feel young again." Once again it was turning out to her advantage, she thought. "For me, it brings back memories of when you were just a little baby and I powdered your ass ... and did everything for you." She slithered her hand over his hip and lifted his limp organ in the palm of it. "You weren't this big then ... but I washed and powered you there too!" The touch of her hand on the sensitive skin of his penis started to stir up new thoughts of excitement. Before he could move, the limp tube of flesh thickened and slowly lifted with a new stiffness. Sonofabitch! Why does she always have to see me with a hard-on?
"Judging by the expression on your face," Dot-tie said, grinning up at him, "you're either mad at me for touching you ... or embarrassed to be getting aroused."
"I guess I'm embarrassed ..." he mumbled.
"I thought we solved that problem up at the lake," Dottie said softly. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. See? I'm looking right at it ... and ... and I think it's beautifull So stop tormenting yourself."
The words sank into his head slowly and had a tranquilizing effect on him. His ego began to swell and he found himself gaming in confidence.
Excitement was building in her own body now, but Dottie wasn't concerned about it. Having reached this new plateau of understanding with her son, she felt there would be little difficulty getting him to bring her to a climax when she was ready. She traced the deep crevice between the firm balls of flesh until she found his anus, then circled and toyed with it teasingly. His lance stood stiff and straight now and the hand supporting it was free. As though by instinct, the hand drifted down and cupped the dangling sacs that swung from between his legs. The boy moaned at the touch of her hand on the wrinkled sacs, and Dot- tie squeezed them gently, while the finger in back tapped sensuously at his sucked-in anus.
Dottie smiled when he began to squirm and move lewdly from the sensations her fingers were giving him. She focused her attention on the head of his spear and watched the purplish head balloon bigger and bigger, a few short inches from her eyes. The thought of coaxing him to a climax this way added to her own excitement.
"Oh! That feels great!" he gasped.
In response, Dottie puckered her lips and directed a stream of warm breath over the mushroom-shaped head of his weapon. A clear teardrop of fluid oozed from the slit at the tip, and without thinking she pressed her puckered lips to it. When the realization of what she had done finally reached her brain, she snapped her head back. Her nostrils flared at the male odor and her tongue automatically swept across her lips to clean away the drop of nectar from his stick. Her head was suddenly in a turmoil. The taste and smell of maleness was overpowering.
Steven moaned at the loss of those soft pink pillows on the tip of his prong. He wanted to seize her head and pull her lips back, but he didn't.
Dottie couldn't believe she had pressed her lips to the head of a male organ. She eyed the weapon carefully, wondering why his organ was desirable when she wouldn't dream of kissing anyone else there. Convinced that she had actually kissed it and didn't find it objectionable, she longed to kiss it again. Now with her eyes open and fully aware of what she was doing, Dottie slowly bent forward and pressed her full, pouty lips to the tip of it. She felt Steven's hands gently rest on the back of her head and she knew he must be thrilled with this new experience. Her lips parted and the next thing she knew his throbbing meat was throbbing on her tongue.
"Unbelievable!" Steven cried. "Man! That's unbelievable! Too much! I ... I ... I love it!"
She eased it out of her mouth, her lips tightly hugging the shape until it was free and she could see the head of it glistening with her own saliva. A gentle nudge of his hand, on the back of her head, told her he wanted more, and she quickly sucked it back into her mouth. Her tongue swept over and around it as she got braver. It feels so good! she told herself. It tastes good and smells good too!
Shit! Steven thought with building anxiety. My fuckin' balls are killin' me ... feel like they're in a vise ... aches like a bastard ... but hurts so good! I want to come in her mouth! She'll kill me for sure if I do . . gotta tell her ... later ... just before I come. That fuckin' finger in my asshole is drivin' me crazy!
Dottie's head bobbed up and down on his thick meat. She found herself eagerly stuffing it into her mouth and driving the blunt tip deeper and deeper into her throat. His moans of pleasure increased her hunger to devour as much of the pole as possible. Both her body and mind told her that this was the ultimate act of possession and owning him was her greatest passion. It was mind boggling, she thought, to taste, smell, feel, see, and hear him all at the same time. Her body reacted to the excitement and thrill of the act with the flush of an orgasm. It was her second or third, she realized. They weren't wild, breathtaking orgasms, she admitted, but she loved the refreshing experience of feeling so many orgasms flow from her body so rapidly.
"Ahhhggggg .. ." Steven moaned. "I-I-I'mmmm gonna come! Any second ... I'm gonna comel"
Dottie felt his hands pulling her hair, trying to free his organ from the depths of her throat. She struggled to keep it in her mouth, but the boy was pulling frantically and she had to yield to the pain he was causing.
"No!" Dottie cried, when his thick spear slipped from her mouth. She released his testicles and quickly wrapped that arm around his hip, to join the other hand in back. Digging her sharp nails into the firm flesh of his buttock, while poking her finger into his rectum forcefully, she cried, "Stick it in my mouth! I want you! Come in my mouth, pet! I want it!"
Steven's hands immediately released her hair and pulled her head forward quickly, thrusting his spear back into the moist heat of her mouth. "Mmmmmm ... that feels ... nnnngggghhh ... soooo gooood. ..."
The fear of losing him subsided and Dottie suddenly realized she had driven her finger, with the long sharp nail, into his sensitive little hole. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him and she popped her finger from his rectum.
"AHHHHHH! OH! Nnnngggghhhh ... comin'. .. hold me tight! I'm comin'.. .."
The impact of his juice splashing against the walls of her throat took Dottie by surprise. She choked and gagged, but he forced his prong deeper into her throat, filling her mouth with his thick meat and shooting juices. Breathlessly, she swallowed hard and fast, trying to keep up with the flood that seemed to be drowning her.
"Mmmmmm..." he sighed, with one last thrust of his spear into her throat.
After a few moments, Dottie felt the meat slip-ping from her mouth. She was relieved now and quickly wiped the overflow that trickled from her lips and down her chin, on the sleeve of her robe. Then, without looking at her son, she got up and walked to the door.
"Mom," he called after her. When Dottie turned to face him, he said, "You're the greatest ... and I love you."
Dottie smiled meekly, then turned and left the room. She went directly to her own bedroom and threw herself on the bed.
What's happening to me? I can't understand this strange attraction I have for Steven ... he's only a boy! In her mind's eye, she could see him standing naked before her again, with his stiff lance pointing to her lips. "I don't know what came over me ... wanting to kiss him like that. I never wanted to kiss anyone there! But ... but somehow ... I want to do things I can't explain ... like feeling his ass and holding his balls in my hand. I get so excited ... just touching him ... seeing his reaction ... and knowing he's mine.. ..
She got up and went to the dresser, hoping to find an answer in the image reflected in the mirror. But there wasn't even a hint in the perplexed expression of the face that stared back at her. His father always called me a prude. And maybe he was right. But then again, I never felt this way about anyone else.
After a long, hard look at herself in the mirror, Dottie finally shrugged her shoulders and accepted the idea that it was probably a temporary stage she was going through. At the same time, she had to admit that she would do it all over again, if she had the chance. She could still smell and taste him, and suddenly she felt good again.
Chapter Six
In the days and weeks that followed, Dorothy became increasingly aware of how difficult it was for her and her son to have a carefree moment alone. It seemed to her that Nancy was always present, or would be at any moment, making it impossible to indulge the actualizing of in any of the fantasies she had about Steven. To make matters worse, Steven was constantly arousing her by feeling her breasts, or slipping his hand into her panties to caress her buttocks. Even though she made it clear to him that she wouldn't allow any play if Nancy was in the house, his hands only respected the rule when Nancy was in the same room. Otherwise, he would corner Dottie in a hall or adjoining room and run his hands adoringly over her body. He didn't realize the agony his teasing hands were creating inside her, and Dottie couldn't tell him, without blowing her ploy of doing it all for his benefit.
For Steven, it was a different matter, since he could reach a climax in minutes and required little more inspiration than having her hand on his organ, while he fondled a breast or invaded her rectum with his finger. He reached a climax so quickly, it wasn't even necessary for either of them to undress, and it eliminated the fear of being caught by Nancy.
Though it frustrated her, Dottie was still pleased by all the attention he gave her and didn't begrudge the boy the enjoyment she couldn't have for herself. By constantly rationalizing and telling herself that it was all for his benefit anyway, she was able to cope with the frustration and enjoy the happiness her son really gave her.
Meanwhile, Dottie noticed that more and more men were making passes at her. She couldn't explain the sudden boldness some of the husbands of her longtime friends were showing. It began to bother her and she couldn't find a reason for these men to think she suddenly wanted to go to bed with them. She began to imagine that she was doing something to encourage them, though she knew it wasn't anything intentional. Finally, she began to have a nagging suspicion that her affair with Mike Johnson had triggered something in her make-up that told men she was easy to make.
Then, as if by coincidence, the phone rang one afternoon and she was shocked to hear Mike Johnson's voice. In her mind, Mike Johnson only existed if you went to New Hampshire on vacation and stayed at the resort he managed. Otherwise you never heard or saw him again.
"I'll be in the city a few days," he was saying, but Dottie only half-listened to what he said. His voice reminded her of a forbidden pleasure she had come to crave. He had tantalized her with fleeting glimpses of what that pleasure would bring, but never fulfilled his promise to satisfy her lust for it. Now the thought only added to her frustration and urgent need for a release.
"What?" Dottie asked in a daze.
"How about it?" he repeated the question.
"How about what?" she asked.
"How about you and me getting together ... while I'm in town?"
"I don't think so..." Dottie heard herself say, but her body and mind objected to the decision she was forcing on them. She could feel herself trembling and knew it would be easy to just take the railroad into Manhattan to enjoy a few hours alone in his hotel room.
"Are you sure?" Mike pressed.
"Yes," Dottie answered, with more firmness in her voice, but less certain she meant it.
"Okay," he said with regret. "But I'll be back in a few weeks and I'll call you then. ... I need you, Dot. I need you bad. All I can think about is kissing you ... well, you know what I mean. You know how crazy I am about that beautiful ... spot. The sweetest-smelling ..."
"Please, Mike!" Dottie gasped.
"Well, I mean it! I hope nobody's listening ... because I want to tell you ... how much I want to eat your pussy! And that's the truth ... honest ... no teasing or holding back this time...." , "Maybe the next time you're in town," Dottie said, desperately fighting the urge to change her mind.
"Okay. I'll call as soon as I get in town ..."
"That'll be fine. I'll be talking to you," she cut him short at the sound of someone coming and hung up quickly as Steven walked into the room.
"Who was that?" he asked, dropping his books on the kitchen table.
"Oh, just a friend," Dottie answered, hoping he didn't notice her hand tremble as she hung up the receiver.
"Nan wanted me to remind you that she won't be home for dinner tonight," Steven said as he looked for something to eat in the refrigerator.
"I'm glad you did ... forgot all about it." Dottie walked slowly and with uncertainty toward the living room. She felt dizzy and weak from Mike's offer.
"Is anything wrong?" Steven asked.
"No ... I just don't feel ... right. I think I'll rest for a little while ... before starting dinner." She picked up her pace slightly, to show him that she wasn't really ill, and without looking back headed across the carpeted living room to the bedroom stairs.
Once alone in the safety of her bedroom, Dottie felt the last ounce of strenth drain from her body. She slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why did I turn Mike down like that? It would have been the perfect solution to this ... this nagging ... aching desire inside me. And it would nave been so easy! His hotel room ... no kids to drop in unexpectedly ... no need to rush ... I was crazy to turn him down. Even if he didn't keep his promise to kiss it ... at least I'd have it filled ... and I need a man so bad.
She tried to picture Mike in her mind, but found she couldn't recall enough detail about him to even form a mental vision. His face was a complete blank and she hated herself for consciously blotting him out of her mind after the trip.
The afternoon sun filled the room with bright orange hues, giving her a warm, soothing sensation that gradually eased the thoughts of lust from her mind. The nervous, panicky feeling was gone, leaving her with a dull feeling as she accepted the fact that she had made the wrong decision. The burning itch between her legs, which Mike's words had fanned to an unbearable pitch, also vanished.
Just what kind of man are you looking fort She asked sarcastically. A prince in shining armor? Like school girls dream of finding? You haven't paid any attention to a single one of the men that have made passes. If you had only ... well, maybe found one of them a little attractive ... you could have encouraged him a little. But you didn't give any of them a chance. ...
"Are you all right, Mom?" Steven's voice cut into her thoughts.
She tilted her head to the side and saw him standing in the doorway. "I'm fine ... just a little headache," she lied.
"Would you like me to bring you anything?" he asked with concern. He stepped into the room to see if she still had that pale, faint look he had noticed in the kitchen.
"No ... but thanks anyway. I'm okay."
From the sound of her voice, he got the feeling she was just saying it so he wouldn't worry. He strode the remaining distance to the bed with an air of determination, sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on her forehead.
Dottie gave him a grin and a look of tolerance, then said, "See? No fever ... I just feel tired ... a little fatigued ..."
"If you'll turn over," he said softly, "I'll massage your neck and shoulders. It helps ease the tension and fatigue in tired muscles.... You'll feel better...."
"Where'd you learn all this, doctor?" she laughed, but rolled over on her stomach so his feelings wouldn't be hurt. He was honestly concerned, she thought with pride, and wanted to do something to help her.
"On television," he answered, and they both laughed.
"Mmmmm..." Dottie sighed appreciatively, as his fingers gently massaged the back of her neck, then her temples. "I don't remember seeing this program," she laughed.
"I saw it in a movie," he said defensively.
Dottie felt his weight shift and realized he was now straddling her waist and getting down to the serious matter of massaging her neck, shoulders, and back. He was good at it, she thought with increased pride, as his hands kneaded and rubbed with firm, but soothing strokes. She forgot all about Mike and ,the phone call. Contentment filled her body and her mind responded to the boy's touch by totally relaxing. She began to drift into a drowsy, almost dozing state. He seemed intent on doing a good job of pleasing her and worked thoroughly on her shoulders and neck. Then, using a heavier hand, he massaged her back. After a few trips down her backbone to her waist, she noticed his hands slip under her sweater for the next trip back up to her shoulders and she smiled contentedly into the pillow.
"Feel good?" he asked hopefully, wanting to please her and looking for assurance.
"Mmmmmm ... delicious," Dottie purred.
"Massages are suppose to be done directly to the skin," he said with a tone of authority. "What we really need is a sauna ... that's where you can really appreciate a rubdown."
Encouraged by her apparent pleasure, Steven took her bra strap in his hands aggressively and unhooked it. Then he quickly rubbed the indentation in her flesh that the elastic strap made, hoping to prove to her that it felt better this way. She cooed happily as his fingers rubbed the itch from her skin.
The touch of his fingertips on the sides of her flattened, partially covered breasts brought Dottie out of the doze she was slipping into. She knew he was no longer just thinking about her health, but she found it amusing. She wouldn't encourage him, she decided, but at the same time she wouldn't stop him from having a little fun.
After a few more passes over her shoulders and back, his hands swept down her back to the top of her slacks. She loved the way he tried to be casual about lowering them, but without her help the waistband only moved down a few frustrating inches. He tugged at the top a few times without success and tried to ease it over her hips, one side at a time. It was beginning to strike her funny, but she didn't want him to see her laugh. Finally she lifted her stomach off the bed and the boy anxiously pulled the slacks down to her knees, taking her panties with them.
"Wow!" he said, bubbling over with enthusiasm. "That's one beautiful ass you've got there." To emphasize the point, he patted the globes of white meat tenderly.
Normally, she knew she would have been just as excited as he was by now, but this time she didn't feel as though she wanted to get aroused. She wanted to forget the anxiety and frustration that went with it, she told herself, as his fingers worked lovingly over her buttocks. Then his hands pulled the two globes in opposite directions and she wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at the little bud hidden between those mounds of flesh.
He's probably tickled to death just looking at it, she told herself, filling with ecstasy over the fact that it was her body he was admiring. I'll bet he's so excited he could come in his jeans. But first he'll want to explore the inside of the forbidden hole with his finger ... and won't be satisfied until he tunnels into it as far as his finger will reach...
But then Dottie felt his fingers relax and he was suddenly pressing the globes of flesh together, just the opposite of what she expected. A moment later he was rubbing and kneading the firm flesh in the same way he had worked on her shoulders. It was as though he had suddenly remembered there was a job to do and that he had to get back to business. She was surprised, but exceedingly pleased that he would put aside his own animal lust, at a time like this, just to fulfill his promise to give her a rubdown. Not at all like his father, Dottie reminded herself. That man was obsessed with my ass ... driving me insane the way he was always sticking his finger in and wanting me to let him stick his cock in ... until I finally put my foot down and ended his foolishness.
The boy's hands moved meticulously down the backs of her legs and she began to admit that he had a talent for what he was doing. His fingers brought a relaxed, tingling sensation to her muscles, and she could feel the tired, aching feeling disappear. Dottie went back to thinking about her husband, no longer concerned that Steven was slipping her slacks and panties down to her ankles and finally off.
It's funny the way things work out.... Like putting up with his father all those years, when sex was the only thing on his mind. . " . Then one day you find your husband no longer acts like an animal ... he becomes reasonable and less demanding. And the next thing you know ... he's gone!
"Well, I guess that's it," Steven's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I hope you liked it ... and feel better..."
"Mmmmmmm ... I loved it!" Dottie responded sleepily, not wanting to move. "You're terrific! I think I'll hire you on a permanent basis, doctor ... just send me the bill!"
"Ha! That's a good one. The pleasure was all mine. In fact ... I'd even pay you!" The boy's eyes were following the line between her tightly closed legs, from her ankles to where they ended at the torso. "There's just one thing..." he added, crawling up the bed with his legs still straddling hers, "...if it's all right with you ... I'd like to kiss your ass...."
"Why would you want to do that, pet? I already told you how great you were... ."
"I want to kiss it! It's the most beautiful ass I've ever seen ... and it's so white ... and smooth ... and ... and looks so delicious ... I just want to kiss it all over!"
"In that case, it's yours ... do whatever you like," she purred, with a little wiggle of her der-riere for emphasis.
The boy swooped down so fast and began smothering her buttocks with such frantic kisses, it took Dottie's breath away. She felt his teeth nip at the tender flesh and then his hot, wet tongue licking at the cool, sleek skin he had bitten. One of his knees forced its way between her legs, and the coarse material of his jeans reminded her that he was still fully dressed. She yielded to his desire to go between her legs and spread them just enough for him to kneel between her knees, while lavishly covering her buttocks with kisses.
Like his rubdown, the kisses made her tingle all over. It was a beautiful, satisfying ego-trip, she admitted, enjoying the experience more than she had thought she would. She could only imagine that the boy had been mesmerized by those pillows of flesh, the way she had been with his stiff, beckoning serpent, the morning she devoured it. His insatiable hunger delighted her. It gave her chills each time he panted his open mouth on one of the cheeks and sucked the flesh between his teeth until it caused a stinging sensation on the tender spot. Then he licked his wet tongue over the area, soothing the tingling pain with saliva.
Dottie found it increasingly difficult to control the pangs of excitement that rushed to her brain and threatened to arouse her desire for more and more, until she could only be satisfied if he brought her to an orgasm. But when she thought of the anxiety and anguish of building to the peak of excitement without any assurance the boy could deliver the evasive climax, she was able to control the degree of excitement his kisses brought her.
"Feel good?" Steven gasped, taking a moment to catch his breath and once again eye the meal he found so delicious.
"Oh, yes," Dottie breathed softly, assuming he had satisfied his appetite by now. She wasn't sure she could take much more of that kind of treatment and still keep a clear head. She was happy she could finally relax and savor the inner glow of pleasure his kisses had brought her.
"The sight ... of your ... ass ... drives me wild," he panted. "Can't seem ... to get ... enough of it! It's so beautiful ... and delicious!"
"You're very sweet," Dottie purred, sweeping her arms under the pillow to form a luxurious cradle for her head. She no longer felt tired or sleepy, but the contentment that flowed through her body urged her to snuggle there and enjoy the soothing effect it all had on her.
Steven slid his hands over the smooth, white, blemish-free globes again. He fondled the contours tenderly, drinking in the excitement the firm flesh sent through his fingers to his brain and down to his throbbing erection. The words he had used, trying to tell her how exciting the sight was, seemed inadequate. Once again, he separated the mounds and eyed the little buttonhole. It seemed to wink at him, fanning the flames of desire that raged in his demanding sex organ. His brain felt like a bowl of mushy oatmeal, unable to function and tell him what to say or do to satisfy the painful lust that burned in his blood-engorged penis. The little eye winked again and he felt as though he would explode if he didn't do something-and fast.
"Oooooowwwww..." Dottie cooed, when his moist puckered lips pressed against the sensitive skin just below her backbone. Her body suddenly became alert as his lips delivered another kiss, this time a little further down the dividing line of her buttocks, where neither sunlight nor kisses had ever been before. "I"I he keeps going ... he'll kiss my asshole! I'll die! I know I'll die if his lips touch my asshole! But ... but he's getting closer ... and closer! I don't want him to kiss me THERE! It wouldn't be right ... to ... let him kiss it. What would make him want to kiss THA 77 She waited breathlessly to see if he would actually kiss her there. Only her curiosity prevented her from stopping him. It didn't make any sense to her and she didn't think he would do it. Then she felt his moist lips press against the dry, sensitive opening and she forgot everything else as she raced frantically to reach the peak of excitement, knowing she would have to have an orgasm to satisfy her now.
Steven lifted his head and asked, "Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes, pet! I loved it!" Dottie answered, lifting her head and shoulders off the bed and propping herself on her elbows. She glanced over her shoulder, trying to see his face, but all she saw was the top of his head as he dove back to kiss the bud again. "Ooooowwww!" she screeched as shock waves rushed from her anus to her brain. When his lips moved from the spot, she felt his hot breath sweep down the crack and she felt herself lifting her hips off the bed to chase his mouth.
"I guess I finally did something to please you," Steven laughed. The way she lifted herself up, offering her unprotected, totally exposed flesh to his face was an unmistakable sign that she liked it, he told himself.
"Yes! I've never been kissed like that!" Dottie answered breathlessly. "You took me by surprise! Just ... just kiss it once more, pet. Nice and slow ... so I can really enjoy it!"
Steven grinned proudly and returned his eyes to her beckoning posterior, but quickly discovered her crouched-over kneeling position had brought into view something he had never seen before. His eyes opened wide and he stared in disbelief at the moist, coral-colored lips between her legs. He froze, suddenly not sure he wanted to bring his mouth and face so close to that strange-looking apparatus, which was now staring back at him from a hairy spot between her legs.
"Please? Just kiss it once more!" Dottie moaned when he hesitated longer than she thought he should.
His eyes shifted quickly to the panting mouth of her rectum and he realized he wanted to kiss it more than anything he could imagine. "Okay," he managed, deciding there was a safe distance between the two openings. He bent quickly then and buried his nose high above the desired target, breathing heavily as he lowered his mouth to the entrance that held him spellbound. In rapid succession, he placed three moist, sucking kisses at the opening and heard his mother cry out with delight. Never before had he heard such an exciting sound, he thought. It was the sound of a woman whimpering uncontrollably because he was doing something that excited her, he realized, and he wanted to please her even more. He wanted to hear her scream out with delight and tell him he was the greatest.
Dottie was in ecstasy as his lips lingered at her anus, thrilling the sensitive opening with his attentive, affectionate, sipping, sucking kisses. She surrendered to the tingling sensation he was delivering from behind, confident that she would enjoy the full sexual release of her pent-up juices. Her mind had already formed a simple plan for the much needed climax: she would just have him repeat the lesson she had taught him of fingering her erect clitoris. Pangs of excitement raced through her body just thinking about his finger slithering through the aching, panting crease of her vaginal lips. She vividly recalled the breathtaking climax she had enjoyed the last time she held his inexperienced hand at the entrance to her aching furnace.
"Yeeeeiiii!" she screamed, when his tongue darted out to lick the hot little hole. "That's enough, Steven!" she cried over her shoulder. "I want you ... to do what I showed you ... up at the lake!" "Don't you like what I'm doing?" he asked defensively.
"Oh, yes, baby! I love it!" she answered breathlessly.
"Then ... then let me finish ... kissing it," he moaned. The throbbing muscle in his pants had almost gone into its convulsions when she screamed out. He couldn't stop now, he realized. His lungs felt like overblown balloons that were about to explode and his nostrils ached to return to the smell of flesh in that deep canyon. There was more unexplainable excitement having his face buried between those pillows of firm flesh than he imagined possible, and he was delirious with the thrill of it. Without waiting for his mother to answer, he drove his nose back into the deep valley of flesh and pressed his mouth to the sucked-in lips of her rectum. The sound of her moaning and whimpering increased his excitement. He realized his thumping, jerking organ wouldn't last much longer before it released its hot lava. He lifted his head to take another quick peek at the little ring his mouth watered to eat, and on an impulse, which seemed to originate in a demanding message from his throbbing meat, he drove his tongue up the tight, dry tunnel with all the strength he could muster.
Dottie let out a wild screech and tried to seize the slippery serpent with the strong muscles of her rectum. The sensation of his wet tongue slithering into the hot dry tunnel triggered her climax. She squirmed and wiggled, trying to secure the wet tongue and afraid she would lose it at any moment.
"MORE, baby, MORE!" she cried. "Stick your tongue in more, baby! Don't STOP! Drive it up my asshole as far as you can! Now ... hard ... harder ... YEAH! OH! YEAH! That's the way, BABY! Twist it ... wiggle it ... I love it! OHHHHH! Harder ... harder ... HARDER! It's driving me crazy!"
Steven thought he would pass out from the ordeal of trying to satisfy his mother's demands, while his own lust reached a climax and his spitting organ drained away his strength. But he was determined to satisfy her at all costs and managed to slither his tongue further up the tight sleeve. He added a slight wiggle and twisting motion for good measure.
As soon as Dottie felt the floodgates open and her orgasm begin to flush, she ejected his tongue from her rectum with the muscles that were designed for the task. Then she dropped her stomach back on the bed and squirmed sensuously on the sheets until the last spark of excitement was satisfied. Steven helped by poking his finger into the saliva-coated passage, which helped fix the memory in her mind of the sensation his slippery tongue had created in her unsuspecting little buttonhole.
"Phew!" Dottie grinned over her shoulder. "You certainly took me by surprise, pet!"
"I tried to tell you how beautiful your ass was," he said, "but I realized I had to kiss it that way to show you how I really felt." He could feel his finger being sucked deeper into the dark tunnel and her strong muscles there gave his finger affectionate little squeezes. It was like a dream come true for the sixteen-year-old boy. He remained motionless, kneeling between her legs and watching her firm buttocks squirm sensuously in circles around his finger. He never wanted to move, he told himself.
"Mmmmmmm... it was wonderful, pet," Dottie sighed. "But now I think you'd better take your finger out___"
Reluctantly, Steven withdrew the digit and moved to the side of the bed. The motion caused the cool, sticky fluid in his underwear to relocate, reminding him of its presence.
"I'll be right back," he said, slipping from the bed and walking awkwardly toward the bathroom door.
Dottie took the opportunity to catch her breath and remove the sweater and bra that still draped her neck. Then she stretched out on the bed, this time on her back, with her legs spread wide apart, and drank in the luxury of being free of all anxiety and worry. It amazed her how crystal clear her mind always seemed after releasing an orgasm. Even the thought of Nancy's returning unexpectedly didn't worry her as much now. As she thought about the problem her daughter presented, the solution seemed to flow into her mind without any effort.
Of course! Why didn't I think of that before? Nan wouldn't just walk into my room without knocking ... which means Steven would have time to slip into the bathroom before I let her in. Then when Nancy came in here, he could slip out the hall door and return to his room. Dottie laughed at the simplicity of her plan. She had never given the hall door to the master bathroom any thought. It was always locked from the inside, since her husband died. When they first bought the house, she thought it was a nuisance to have two doors to a bathroom, because she always had to take time to see that both were locked. Now it offered the perfect escape route for her lover, she realized.
As her eyes focused once more on the ceiling, she noticed the autumn sun was no longer casting a bright orange light into her bedroom. With her arms and legs spread out across the bed, Dottie felt as though she was floating on a cloud, and the warm glow of happiness that filled her body now filled the room with its own brilliant rays of orange hues.
"You promise a lot of things, Mike Johnson," she said in a low, hoarse whisper, addressing a faceless image on the ceiling. In her mind, she was laughing and dancing naked around the man she had once considered to be so smooth and experienced, by whom she had at first thought it was an honor to be chosen for seduction. "Promises, promises, promises, Mike Johnson ... but it takes my son-just a boy-to deliver the things you only talk about. As a matter of fact, he could give you a few lessons! The boy knows how to really make a woman feel wanted! And satisfied! Maybe he's not smooth and polished like you ... but he sure makes up for it with feeling...."
Then Dottie closed her eyes, as though bringing down the curtain on Mike Johnson. When she opened them a moment later, his image had been erased from the ceiling and she was free of any lingering thoughts about the man from New Hampshire. Instead, her mind switched to herself and the riddle that had haunted her since their trip: Just what am I looking for in a relationship? It seemed like a hopeless question to keep asking, but to her surprise, a voice in her head answered, Love!
Dorothy Miller didn't find the answer to be quite as oversimplified as it sounded, and she didn't think it was such an obvious fact that it could be overlooked. All this time she had thought she only wanted sex from a man, since she wasn't looking to get married again. The idea of wanting sex and love opened an entirely new concept in regard to her lust for Steven: there was no question about her love for him, nor his for her.
It finally made sense to her. Now she knew why she wasn't encouraging other men. With Steven supplying her need for love, it was simple to satisfy the sex requirement, with what she still called innocent little games.
Chapter Seven
The chore of cleaning away the results of a premature ejaculation in his pants was something Steven Miller had become accustomed to doing. He no longer rushed to shed the uncomfortable feeling his clothes gave him as the thick syrup oozed down his belly, causing his underwear to stick to his skin. Once the heat from his excited weapon subsided, the aftereffect was like an ice cube melting in his jockey shorts, he thought with a grin. He paused to examine his face in the mirror over the vanity and wondered why he got such a burning desire to kiss her the way he did. He noted the area around his mouth was still red from the friction of that long, passionate kiss and he splashed some water on it.
If a girl asked me to kiss her ass-regardless of how pretty she was-I'd tell her to drop dead! he told the reflection in the mirror under his breath, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Maybe because it sounds like a dumb thing to do. But there's something about seeing a pretty ass up close that drives me crazy.... I always got the urge to kiss Nancy's ass too! If she'd just let me see it, that is! Damn it! There's something about the crack of a girl's ass that makes my mouth water!
He tried to put the nagging thought out of his mind as he continued to undress. But his mind was dominated by the vision of his mother's behind uplifted and waving invitingly before his eyes. "I"I anyone ever found out about this ... they'd think I was some kind of a nut ... But I can't help it! I'd do it again ... in fact, I wish I was just starting to give her that rub down now. Damn it! That was the best fuckin' experience of my life!
He was ready to return to the bedroom again, but he hesitated before opening the door. The thought of going back now to touch that strange-looking cleft between her legs didn't appeal to him anymore. She was expecting it and had asked him to do it, he told himself, she he couldn't disappoint her. He only wished he hadn't seen it in such vivid detail, he thought. But he took a deep breath and opened the door.
When Dottie saw his naked form coming into the room again, she automatically slid her legs together and brought her arms to a folded position over her breasts. She suddenly felt immodest and wanted to hide her nudity from his view.
"It's getting dark in here," he mentioned casually as he walked over to the night table and turned on the lamp. His eyes swept over her body, locking momentarily on the triangular patch of dark hair between her legs. He felt his apprehension gradually disappear. From the front, he decided with a sigh of relief, it offered excitement and intrigue. Then kneeling on the edge of the bed he said, "I don't want to sound like a broken record, Mom ... but you sure are beautiful."
"You don't have to apologize for such a wonderful compliment," she purred softly.
"I ... I guess it's the only word I can find to describe how good you look," he said in a serious voice. He wanted desperately to tell her how gorgeous she looked with her long brown hair cascading over the pink pillow, framing her beautiful face and accenting the white, marblelike turn of her shoulders.
Dottie smiled up at him coyly, her eyes inviting him to come closer. It hadn't occurred to her that the boy had reached a climax at the same time she was enjoying hers. She felt certain he was hoping for his reward now and she wanted to please him in any way she could.
Steven crawled across the bed and knelt beside her, not taking his eyes off the big brown eyes that danced and twinkled with tantalizing delight. As he bent at the waist to kiss her, his mother's arms swept up to enfold him and his hand came to rest on her breast, with a rock-hard nipple quivering in his palm. He was only vaguely aware of their lips pressing tightly together in the longest, hardest kiss he had ever given his mother. Most of his attention focused on the feel of the smooth, firm, pear-shaped breast that was cradled in his hand and the delightful sensation it gave him.
When their lips finally parted, Dottie realized her heart was pounding like a schoolgirl on her first date. She could feel herself looking into his handsome face with fluttering doe eyes and a slight blush. Then the rubbery knob of his rising phallus skidded up her side and she awoke from the trancelike state she was in. "What would you like, pet?" she whispered, keeping her eyes fixed on his and marveling at the delicious sensation his squeezing hand worked on her aching breast. When he didn't answer, she again asked, "What would you like to do?"
"I ... er ... I was going to ... to make you happy," he stammered.
"You've already done that, love," she purred softly.
"I ... I ... thought ... you wanted me to ... er, you know ... do what we did on vacation...."
Her arms still hugged him close and she was unconsciously massaging his back in rhythm to the motion of his hand on her breast. She could see he was confused and beginning to lose his confidence. Her first thought was to explain to him that there was more than one way to make a woman happy, but she wasn't in the mood to play the role of his teacher again. She only had the patience for that, she decided, when there was no other way to appease her tormented body. At the moment, however, she felt devilishly seductive and excitingly young. Slowly, she lowered her right hand down his back, sliding it with a featherlike touch over his hip and along the side of his leg. All she had to do was watch his eyes to see the excitement she was churning up inside him. She stroked the outside of his leg gently and his eyes danced with anticipation. But before she could tease him with the next stroke she planned to run up his inner thigh, she felt his right hand release her breast and slide down her stomach. It was her turn to hold her breath in anticipation, she realized. Then his fingers combed through the damp triangle of hair and a single finger began an exploration of her tender, sensitive meat. She closed her eyes as the gentle touch of his finger slithered between her vaginal lips and she forgot all about teasing him any longer. Her hand moved quickly and directly to his stiff member and fisted the thick shaft near the base.
Steven forced himself to ignore the stroking hand on his ballooning shaft. He straightened up to get a better view of her body and to concentrate on the performance she had taught him while they were on vacation. Unfortunately, all he could remember was standing behind her at the time, with his hand around her waist and having it nestled in the hairy bush his fingers now examined. The main memory he had of the event was of the excitement aroused in his own flesh, and the climax that had consumed his entire mind.
Dottie whimpered softly as the tip of his exploring finger curled and entered the vestibule of her burning furnace. At the same time, the strength drained from the fist that held his pulsing muscle and her hand slid limply back to the bed. She could feel his body shift and move down her side, destined for a more thorough examination of her hidden treasure. As his finger timidly inched into the weeping, longing cavity, she opened her eyes to watch his intent face as he sought to satisfy his curiosity. It was an agonizing, blissful, unbearably long wait before his second knuckle finally arrived at the panting lips of her vagina. She was squirming now, with her hips moving in circles and her legs spreading wider and wider as she tried to suck his finger into the aching tunnel. She desperately wanted to tell him how good it felt; she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and that he was just as "beautiful" in her eyes as he said she was in his. Instead, she closed her eyes and bit her lip, holding back the words that would only confess her true incestuous lust for him.
The boy's curiosity coaxed him to move down her side for a better vantage point, and he finally found himself kneeling between her spread-eagle legs, watching his finger sink into the moist, hot, velvety-soft opening. His nostrils flared as a strange fragrance registered in his brain and held him spellbound. But it was her gyrating hips and groans of pleasure that fascinated him most. He wanted more than anything else to prove to her that he wasn't selfish and was truly concerned about bringing her the pleasures she had told him girls want in return for their favors. Though inexperienced and unsure of himself, there was no mistaking the ecstasy her squirming body and lustful moans told him she was getting as he pistoned his finger in and out of her drooling sex. When his muddled brain reminded him of the fact that she had said something about getting pleasure from having her breasts massaged, he reached up with his left hand and fondled her beautiful orbs, one at a time.
Dottie opened her eyes and gave him a blissful, appreciative smile. "You're terrific..." she breathed, lifting her hips high off the bed in an attempt to fill her demanding sex with more finger than he had to offer.
"I love you," he said in a bashful whisper. "If ... if there's anything you want me to do ... just tell me ... . or ... show me...."
"Nnnngggghhh ... you're ... doing ... fine ... on your own," she groaned, closing her eyes to savor the excitement his words stirred in her.
She felt his finger slip from her burning cove and reenter her body just below it. His finger was well lubricated with her own juices and sank quickly to the hilt. The sensation in her rectum reminded her of his wet tongue. She was going wild with his finger alternately stabbing her rectum, then her sex, while his other hand swirled over and around her aching breasts. She was at the peak of excitement, but couldn't manage that extra thrust that would send her over the top and bring her the gratifying sensation of an orgasm. If only he'd done this before! she told herself 109
breathlessly. He's driving me up the wall ... and I can't get a grip ... gotta release these juices! Unnngggghhh ... I love it ... but I'll die if I don't come soon! In her mind's eye, she saw herself surrounded by midgets, with their hands sweeping over every inch of her body and their little fingers slithering in and out of every opening. It was a tantalizing, tormenting, delicious feeling, but she wanted-she needed-something bigger, something thicker, in order to satisfy the screaming needs of her body.
I'm not surprised that he's getting tired, she sighed as his hands slowly withdrew from their task. Maybe I should take time out to tend to his needs first....
Before she could make up her mind, she felt him begin to work on her sex again and decided to wait just a little longer. It felt like he was rubbing the flat part of his thumb in circles around her slit this time. It felt promising ... and very realistic, she thought. TOO REALISTIC!
Her eyes snapped open and she saw Steven holding his weapon in his hand, pressing the blunt tip against her vulva. NO! NO! NOT THAT! she screamed. The words echoed in her head, but they never escaped her mouth. She could see that his eyes were glued to the spot where their flesh met, or he would have seen the panic in her face, she told herself. As she fought to stop what was happening, her pouting, aching vaginal lips were sipping eagerly at the tip of his organ. She was coaxing him into the Garden of Eden, she realized, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
"OHHHHHH!" she cried out when the bulbous head suddenly gained entrance.
Steven's frightened eyes shot up to her face and he saw the pained expression. "I'm sorry!" he cried, moving over her on stiff arms to apologize, but feeling his spear sink deeper and deeper into the well of moist heat. "I ... I c-c-couldn't help it!"
Dottie felt herself surrender to the male muscle. There was no sense fighting it now, she rationalized. He was tucked safely inside her belly and there was nothing she could do about it.
"I... I... I c-c-can't b-b-believe it.. ." Steven was still ranting. "I didn't mean to do it.... I... I practically slipped in..."I*
"Shhhh," she said with a soft smile. "What's done is done ... just hold me tight and enjoy it"
"I - . . I ... never knew it was going to be as great as this..." he moaned, lowering his chest to hers and feeling her breasts flatten under him. "Ohhhh, this is good, Mom. This is the greatest... WOW!"
His pulsing shaft continued to sink deeper and deeper into her body and Dottie thought she would burst with excitement. Her arms swept around him, hugging him tight against herself. Without realizing it she was doing it, she let her legs walk up the air, then come down quickly with her heels on his buttocks, and drive him deep into her burning furnace. She was grateful for the fact that everything seemed to be happening in slow motion now, allowing her to savor every little detail of their union. She found herself climbing to an even higher peak of excitement than she'd ever known before, and her lungs threatened to collapse from the lack of air at this new height.
"Now tell me you love me, pet," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me you're mine ... all mine!"
"I do! I do!" he cried. "I love you more than ... more than anything! OH! MOM! I'll always be yours ... I AM yours ... always..."
"Unnngggghhhhh ... MMMMmmmmm ... Aaaaaggghhh ... all mine ... so big ... SOoooo Bigggggg! And all mine!"
"Shit! Damn! My ... my balls . , . my balls are killing me! I ... I think ... I'm gonna come ... Don't move! HEY! Stop! You're making me come ... please don't make me come yet! PLEASE!"
Dottie's body went into convulsions as his thick meat, seated deep in her belly, jerked and throbbed faster and faster. The more he begged her not to move, the wilder she got, bumping and grinding furiously against him to devour every itich he had to offer.
"Oh, baby! Come to mama!" Dottie cried out as the tidal wave of her orgasm swept over her. "Aaaagggghhhh ... OH! Oooowwwww ... Nnnnnnggghhhh..." She felt his big hose whipping inside her, spraying the hot walls of her burning sex with its quenching juices. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
One orgasm followed another, sweeping gently over her now like ocean waves on a beach. She knew now that no other man could ever replace the thrill and excitement her son gave her. Only he could satisfy her, she decided. Nothing, in all the years of her marriage, compared with the ultimate satisfaction she got from being with her son.
Long after Steven returned to his own room, Dottie continued to dwell on the relationship they had established. Much to her surprise, there wasn't any feeling of guilt or regret. However, she cautioned herself about making a frequent habit of carrying the act to such a completion, fearing she or the boy would eventually grow tired of it, leaving her nothing but a life of emptiness and loneliness. She had already lived through two years of that kind of existence, she told herself, and never wanted to face it again. Then, like a sharp knife suddenly stabbing her in the chest, she found herself thinking about the possibility of his finding a girlfriend, and she felt the pain of jealousy sweep through her. He's only sixteen. No sense worrying now.
Chapter Eight
It was a cold, dismal morning, but Dottie awoke feeling happy and full of energy. She didn't have to think about the previous afternoon with Steven to put her in such a good mood, because her body tingled with vigor and her mind was free of any worrisome thoughts. She even hummed a tune she had picked up from the clock-radio as she went through the chores of getting Nancy and Steven off to school. Then, for the first time since her husband's death, she found herself relaxed and enjoying the company of her closest girlfriend, Cathy Duncan,
It had been a ritual, in the past, to have breakfast in one of their homes every weekday morning, after their husbands left for work and the children were on the school bus. Over three or four cups of coffee, they'd discuss everything from their personal problems to the local gossip. But it had been months since Cathy had last been over. Dot-tie realized, knowing it was her own fault for the increasingly long intervals between their visits. She had found her mind was always wandering, weighed down with problems, and she wasn't paying attention or showing any interest in her friend's conversation.
"You really had me worried, Dot," Cathy said, as Dottie set the kitchen table. "I was beginning to think you'd never be the same ... but now you seem to be your old self. And you look wonderful____"
"I guess I wasn't very good company," Dottie admitted, sitting for the first time since she had gotten out of bed.
"Well, now that you mention it," Cathy said with a smile. "You did act like you had your head in a fog all the time ... which is understandable ... I guess. You seem pretty contented now though.... Any special reason for the sudden change?"
"Oh, I don't knew," Dottie sighed, and took a sip of coffee. She knew she couldn't even tell her best friend the reason for her happiness. Her eyes quickly shot over the rim of the cup to examine Cathy's face for any sign that might indicate she was suspicious. She relaxed then, deciding the attractive blonde across the table was just making conversation. After another sip of coffee, Dottie went on to answer the question, "I think the vacation had a lot to do with it. You know, a change of scenery ... seeing the kids having a ball ... meeting people ..'.."
"Did you meet a man?" Cathy interrupted with growing interest.
"Don't be silly," Dottie answered quickly, but immediately had second thoughts about the answer. If her friend was looking for a reason for the sudden change, Dottie told herself, she had better furnish something Cathy would accept without question and end the search before it possibly led her to the truth. "Well..." she said with a sheepish grin. "Promise to keep it a secret?"
"You know you can trust me, Dot," Cathy answered with sincerity, hiding her eager anticipation by pushing her empty cup in Dottie's direction. "I won't tell a soul. Promise. Now don't keep me in suspense."
"Normally it wouldn't really matter," Dottie explained, filling their cups again, "except ... well. .. he's married."
"I knew it!" the blonde said with a big grin of approval. "Is it someone I know? How'd it all start? You devil you ... tell me all about it. Is it getting serious? I mean, is he talking about getting a divorse or anything?"
"Easy, girl," Dottie laughed, convinced she had made the right decision now. She could see Cathy was. tickled to hear the confession and she was even enjoying it herself. "You know I wouldn't get involved with someone we knew. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't get involved with any man if I knew he was married ... only ... well, the truth of the matter is ... his wife is a real bitch! Know what I mean? The kind of woman you really don't mind zapping a little."
"Good for you!" Cathy injected. "If a woman doesn't take care of her husband, she deserves to lose him. ..."
"No. You don't understand." Dottie laughed again. "This bitch is an all-around, all-the-time bitch! You'd have to see her to appreciate what I mean. If you ever saw her strut around the place, with the tightest sweater and shortest shorts ... and get this ... heels! you'd know what I meant by bitch."
"In other words, a cock teaser!"
"The worst kind. She even flaunted her stuff for Steve ... tits up and ass wiggling.... The poor kid was speechless and dumbfounded."
"Now that's a bitch! And ... damn it ... I wish I had been in your shoes."
Dottie was warming up to the story and found herself actually enjoying the affair more now than when it was happening. Cathy's reaction even made Dottie feel a little proud of herself. "I guess I shouldn't tell you this," she continued, "because it practically identifies who I'm talking about.... But when you consider that they run the place where we stayed, you get a better idea of the effect this bitch has on all the poor wives who see their husbands ogle her ass when she's taking them to their cabin."
"I get the picture," Cathy said. "But tell me more about her husband . , . and how it all started."
"Oh, I guess he's in his late thirties, tall, sandy hair and ... what else ... he looks like the coach of a high school football team. You know, like an athlete ... or I should say, former athlete."
"Sounds delicious," the blonde said with a dreamy look in her eyes, giving Dottie the impression her friend was picturing herself now in Dottie's role.
"Anyway ... I guess it was about our third day there ... and I had a few drinks ... we had these cocktail parties on the beach every afternoon. Well, he made a pass ... and I felt giddy ... and the next thing I knew..."
"Was he good ... you know, in bed?"
"I have to admit, he was smooth and had plenty of experience ..."
"Go on ... tell me more. You didn't just see him once, did you?"
"Well, no. Not exactly."
"Well? Tell me! How many times ... exactly!"
"Now you're embarrassing me ... but if you must know, every night for the balance of the vacation."
"You little devil! Oh, Dot, if you only knew how much I envy you."
"Don't be silly," Dottie said, getting up from the table to make a fresh pot of coffee. "You've got a husband and you're happily married. Aren't you?"
"I guess," she sighed. "But it just sounds so exciting."
Dottie brought the prepared coffee pot back to the table and connected it to the wall outlet. She laughed at the glazed look that had come over her friend's face and broke her trance by saying, "Don't go getting any crazy ideas. It's not that great, knowing you're playing second fiddle to some guy's wife."
"I know," Cathy said with a grin, "but it sure is a break in the routine. But I guess you're disappointed not to be able to see him again."
"The real question is whether I want to see him again," Dottie retorted with a slight air of confidence. "He comes down to the city every couple of weeks and calls ..."
"Dorothy Miller! You've been holding out on me!"
"No, I haven't," Dottie laughed. "I've turned him down every time he called. It's not as easy as you think, to decide whether you want to keep something like this going."
"Well, don't let it get you down," Cathy quickly added when she saw Dottie getting serious. "Let's change the subject. I came over to tell you about the Hartmans, anyway."
"Who?" Dottie asked.
"You know the Hartmans ... Gus and Frieda," Cathy insisted. "That quiet family on the next block ... the ones with the mean German shepherd."
"Oh, sure. They have that pretty daughter ... the tall blonde girl..."
"Valerie," Cathy said, impatient to get on with her story. "She was supposed to get married last week."
"What happened?" Dottie asked with concern, knowing it had to be something drastic for the girl to cancel her wedding.
"It seems Gus objected to her getting married in the first place. But as the wedding day drew near, he started to get hostile about it.... So hostile, in fact, that the night before the wedding he went to where the groom-to-be was having his bachelor party and shot him!"
"Now that's what I call really objecting to a future son-in-law!" Dottie said, and began filling their cups again.
"That's what we all thought," Cathy said, pausing now to create a little suspense as she slowly added sugar and cream to her coffee. Then she looked up to see if Dottie was dying of curiosity, the way she hoped she would be. "He only shot the boyfriend in the arm, but it triggered the whole story of what was really behind his objection." She paused again to take a sip of coffee.
"Get on with it," Dottie complained. "Tell me what happened.... Valerie must be going out of her mind."
"You're not going to believe this, Dot. Gus didn't want his daughter to get married to anyone! He was jealous! It turns out he loved her so much he couldn't stand to lose her ... because ... he's been fucking her for years!"
Dottie's jaw dropped and her complexion turned ashen. She stared blankly at Cathy, not trusting herself to say a word, for fear it would reveal her own secret.
"There's no need to get so upset over it. You'd be surprised how many others there are. I know one on this very block.... Hell, there are plenty of fathers fooling around with their daughters."
"I ... I ... can't..." Dottie swallowed hard, but couldn't finish the sentence. It seemed like too much of a coincidence to hear something like this the very morning after her own incestuous act, and she feared Cathy would go on to say she knew what was going on with Steven. Why had she stopped in the middle of the sentence, when she was mentioning someone on this block? Dottie asked herself, hoping Cathy wouldn't notice the fear in her eyes.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Cathy said with concern. "I mean ... well, hell, my grandfather tried to deflower me when I was a kid!"
"You're kidding," Dottie managed.
"You're so naive, Dot. It happens all the time. That's why I'm glad I have three sons and no daughters."
"You said ... someone on the block is fooling around ... with his daughter," Dottie ventured, gaining some of her composure. "Who is it?"
"I can't tell you that, Dot."
"How did you find out? I mean, how can anyone be sure of something like that. It seems to me, people come to conclusions about something they really can't prove and pass it along as fact____"
"Believe me, Dot, this isn't idle gossip," Cathy said in a serious tone. "You know me better than that. When I'm passing along gossip, I always tell you who told me, just so I can't be called a liar if it doesn't turn out to be the truth."
"I know, Cathy. It's just ... well, hard to believe something like this. I mean, hell, they must do it in the privacy of their homes. So how can anybody know for sure? I wouldn't even take some girl's word for it, if she told me it happened to her personally. You never know if they hate their father so much that they'll say anything to get back at him."
"You're right," Cathy sighed. Her eyes lowered and she stared into her cup.
"Hey! I didn't mean you, Cath..." Dottie quickly apologized. "We've known each other too long. ... I trust your word. I was just trying to make a point. Hell, I know it happens! What I don't know is how people can be so sure it's happening all around them."
"Well, you can take my word for the one on this block," Cathy said with conviction. "It was a freak accident. I happened to walk in on them. I've never mentioned it to anyone before and I won't tell you who it was ... because I don't think it's fair to the girl. People think they're hurting the father when they tell the story ... but it's the girl who really suffers...."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Dottie said, thinking out loud and not meaning to interrupt Cathy.
"Believe me. I know firsthand," Cathy said. "In Valerie Hartman's case, it's another story. She's the one that's going around telling everyone what her father did. But, like you said, it could just be her way of getting even with him ... though he isn't denying it."
"I don't mean to be nosy, Cathy," Dottie said, trying to sound casual, when she was actually unbearably curious. "But you said you knew 'firsthand.' You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to ... I was just wondering if your grandfather succeeded ... I mean you kinda left me hanging off a cliff."
"No," Cathy laughed. "My grandfather never got beyond playing with my ass. I think he was more of an exhibitionist anyway. He liked to whip out his cock and shake it at me."
"I ... I guess I've really led a sheltered life," Dottie laughed.
"You have!" Cathy retorted. "And since you told me about your lover, I'll tell you about mine."
"You don't have to tell me," Dottie said quickly as Cathy drained her cup. "But if you do, you know I won't tell anybody."
"That's what girlfriends are for, Dot," Cathy smiled. "They share their secrets with one another. But if you tell mine, I'll deny it and tell yours!"
They both laughed and Dottie automatically filled the coffee cups again, with Cathy making funny faces at the prospect of drinking another cup of coffee. "Just be thankful it's not booze," Dottie said. "Then the confessions would be so juicy we wouldn't be able to look one another in the eye again."
"You're probably right. But just remember that I was a minor at the time and not responsible for what happened," Cathy added, before getting serious. "I was about fourteen. And as far back as I can remember, I had a crush on my mother's younger brother, Bill. He was about twenty at the time and I got palpitations of the snatch every time he looked my way. I guess he knew it tool
"We were at a family reunion at another uncle's farm, when Bill gets me off alone and suggests we go down to the barn. I could almost hear my heart pounding when we got there, because I already figured out that he was going to try to kiss me , . . and I wasn't about to stop him. When his tongue slipped between my lips and filled my mouth ... I went numb. Nobody ever kissed me like that before and I loved it. My tits were just little mounds, but he told me they were beautiful and his hands convinced me. The next thing I knew, we were up in the hayloft and I was standing there, stripped to the waist, with Uncle Bill kissing my tits until I thought I'd die. Down came my pants! I didn't care, because he was kissing everything in sight: my tits, my ass ... my cunt, with its sparse growth of young hair.
"I kept telling myself that I shouldn't let him do the things he was doing, but it felt so damn good I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I even watched him undress, telling myself to run, but not moving.
"He stretched out on the hay, smiled up at me and summoned me with a wag of his finger. His cock looked like a giant flagpole, but I let him position me over it. I knew it was too damn big for my virgin slit, but the head of it felt divine as I squirmed around on the tip of it. The more I squirmed, the more I wanted, and I began lowering myself. It seemed like it would take forever, but I finally impaled myself on my uncle's big cock ... busting my cherry and fucking html
"At least that's the way it looked to my aunt, when she suddenly found us. But by then I was too busy fuckin' like an old pro to care who saw me. She didn't seem to care either, because she was there with her brother for the same purpose. And before the weekend was over, that barn saw more action than a whorehouse during the peak season."
"That's incredible!" Dottie gasped.
"I guess the whole damn family made a trip to the barn," Cathy sighed. "And I continued to have relations with my Uncle Bill until I was about sixteen. That's when he got caught in the sack with my cousin and her old man made such a noise, my uncle joined the army to get away from it. But in the end, my cousin was hurt more than my uncle. The whole town found out about it-thanks to her father's big mouth-and she finally ran away from home.
"Well, that's my big confession," Cathy said, as she got up to leave. "But I'll let you in on a little secret, Dot. Sometimes I wish my Uncle Bill would pay me a little visit now and then!"
"If you really want to fool around a little," Dot-tie .said in a half-joking voice, "I'll fix you up with my friend."
"Thanks," Cathy said as she opened the door to leave, "but Uncle Bill isn't just another man. I don't think I'd take the risk involved ... for just another man."
As soon as Cathy was gone out the door, Dottie went directly to the liquor cabinet in the living room and returned to the kitchen with a bottle of vodka. She hastily made a screwdriver and drank it down like it was her morning orange juice. Then she made another, which she took into the living room and sipped slowly as she tried to relax on the couch.
"I thought for sure she was going to say she knew about me and Steven," she told the blank television screen across the room. "I know it sounds ridiculous ... but that's what I really thought she was getting at. Can't be too careful, old girl. See what happens when you get jealous?"
As she drained the glass, her eyes focused on the wall clock and she realized it was time for lunch. She hesitated a moment, then decided to go back for another screwdriver. "Too nervous to eat," she told the mirror as she passed. "I have to get my head on straight ... think things over ... but first things first. I better go to the bathroom first, before I wet my draws. Then I'll have another drink ... then I'll have something to eat ... and then I'll ... hmmramm ... maybe I've already had too many drinks. , . ."
"Hey, Mom. Guess what?" Steven asked excitedly as he rushed in the door after school. He tossed his books on the nearest chair without looking and rushed over to Dottie, who was still wearing a surprised expression from his sudden, noisy entrance. In the process of giving her a big hug and kiss, he backed her into the kitchen sink and pinned her there. Then he answered his own question. "Nancy won't be home until later. How about another ... rubdown?"
"Control yourself, pet," Dottie answered, trying not to let herself get caught up in his enthusiasm. "I know this is all new and exciting to you, but you have to learn to curb your appetite a little."
"Aw, gee, Mom," he sulked. "We seldom get a chance to be alone. Couldn't we just take advantage of the opportunity this once?"
"Well ... maybe this time," Dottie answered softly, unable to reject his plea for mercy. His hands had already found their way into the back of her slacks and the touch of his fingers on the cool skin of her buttocks helped change her mind too. Who am I trying to kid? she asked herself as he gave her another, longer kiss out of gratitude. One of his fingers slid up and down the dividing line of her buttocks, sending chills through her. "I can't resist the feeling he gives me when his eager hands touch my longing flesh.
"I was going to stay at school myself," he explained on the way up to the bedroom. "We were going to play some basketball. Then Nancy comes over, just before the last class and tells me she's going shopping with her friends. Well, I spent my whole English class thinking about yesterday afternoon ... when she didn't come right home ... and how great it was. I just didn't feel like playing basketball anymore."
"Nancy isn't seeing some boy, without telling me, is she?" Dottie found herself asking.
"Nancy?" he laughed. "Hell, she wouldn't go out with anyone without bringing him home first. She told me she likes to test them that way. You know, to see if they get all nervous."
Dottie was relieved to hear him confirm what she had thought all along and quickly went to the bed to remove the spread. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy starting to undress and said, "Do that in the bathroom, pet."
"Huh? Why?" he asked, but he was already moving in the direction of the bathroom.
"Well, if Nancy should happen to come home unexpectedly," Dottie answered casually, "you can just slip into the bathroom and get dressed. If she comes in here ... you can slip out the hall door and go to your room...."
It made sense to the boy and he wished now that he had thought of it himself. He thought of all the times he could have been with his mother and hadn't been, because Nancy was expected. During his English class that afternoon he had come to the conclusion that he wasn't interested in any of the girls his own age anymore. He couldn't find a girl that excited him the way his mother did, and he discovered he was no longer devouring the girls at school with lustful thoughts, the way he had in the past. But what surprised him the most was the fact that he no longer saw his beautiful sister as the object of his deepest desires.
When he undressed and returned to the bedroom, his mother was already naked and lying face down on the bed, waiting for him. Steven went to her quickly, straddled her legs and began to massage her back, though his mind was consumed with the thought of sinking his hot probe in the moist, velvety softness of her sex. The urgent demand of his throbbing meat made the rub-down a perfunctory requirement before coaxing her over on her back.
Dottie turned over without resistance and waited for him to begin his eager assault on her panting, longing slit. Then she summoned up all her strength to tell him the speech she had planned as a result of Cathy's visit. In a controlled voice, hiding her own aching demand for the shaft of meat that was now touching her sex, she said, "Please, pet. I let you do that yesterday to satisfy your curiosity. But I don't think we should make a habit of it."
Steven looked at her with total bewilderment in his eyes. "I ... I ... don't understand
"I just don't want you to think that's all there is to making love," she responded weakly. Then she swallowed hard, wishing he'd just plunge it into her, and finished the last of her rehearsed statement. "Bring it up here, darling ... put it between my tits.... There's so much you still have to learn____"
The boy was on the brink of a climax and moved quickly up her stomach, confused and disappointed, but putting his trust in her wisdom. He pressed his pulsating weapon to the center of her cleavage and watched her hands press at the sides of her breasts, bringing the soft, smooth mounds of flesh together until they engulfed his sensitive prong.
"F-F-Feels g-g-great!" he stammered as his volcano erupted, spitting hot lava through the cleavage and up to her throat.
"See?" Dottie gasped, dizzy from her own excitement and filled with the smell of maleness. "There are other ways ... to make love ... that feel just as good."
"Mmmmmm..." he answered, withdrawing his satisfied organ before it got drenched in his own juices. "Yeah! That was great tool"
Dottie closed her eyes, needing him more now than before. She could feel his sap trickling down her neck and wished she hadn't forced him to waste it so. But that's the way it has to be from now on, she kept telling herself. "I must at least keep a level head about this. Moderation is the only answer....
"Yeeeiiii!" she cried out as Steven's lips pressed into the junction o� her legs without warning. "OHHHH1 ... Pet... BABY! ... you're driving me crazy!"
"Good!" he answered, encouraged by her breathless cries of delight. "You never got around to teaching me how to make a girl happy.... So I guess I'll have to find out for myself. Do you like being kissed down here?"
"Yes, my love ... but please don't!" She gasped for air as his lips pressed against her tender meat again. His nose sent streams of hot breath cascading through the nest of hair and his lips pressed hard against her aching meat. She could feel his cheeks pushing against her inner thighs, forcing her legs further apart as he struggled to get at the meal.
Then he lifted his head slightly and asked, "Did I make you happy yesterday when I kissed your ass?"
"Oh, yes! It was beautiful..." "And did you like it when I stuck my tongue up your asshole and wiggled it?"
"Unnnggghhh ... don't talk like that ... yes! YES! I loved it...."
"Then stop keeping me guessing. Tell me when
you like something. I want to make you happy
...even more ... than you make me
... if that's possible."
"I will, pet! I promise! But the truth of the matter is that everything you do is wonderful...." She felt his thumb and forefinger spreading the panting lips of her sex and didn't dare think what he was going to do next. Then when his moist lips pressed against her hot, panting, puckered vaginal lips, Dottie began to squirm and moan uncontrollably. He was actually delivering that delicious sensation Mike Johnson had promised, she told herself as she prepared to open the floodgates of her pent-up orgasm. But her body suddenly jerked with alarm. It took her brain a moment to define what was happening, but she finally realized he had introduced his tongue into the blazing furnace.
She could feel his tongue sweeping the nectar from the weeping walls of her yielding flesh. He wasn't paying any attention to her warning, she realized and thought he might not have heard her urgent signal to withdraw. "I'm COMING!" she cried out again, but his tongue whipped faster, the tip of it feeling as though it was touching the back of her brain. She fought to hold back the tide, but her body and mind was no longer paying any attention to her demands. The juices flushed uncontrollably onto his tongue arid Steven savored every drop, going back for more and more until the well was dry.
Then they both slumped with exhaustion on the bed, with Steven managing to pull himself up alongside her and rest his head on the pillow next to hers. The room was quiet, except for their heavy, irregular breathing.
"Ya gotta let me ... make you happy too," Steven breathed, looking up at the ceiling. "I want to ... I have to ... it just isn't good unless you let me return your love... ."
"Shhhhh..." Dottie whispered. "I know, pet. But right now I can't think straight...."
"It was good, huh?"
"Oh, yes! I've never known that sensation before."
"You mean . " . that was the first time anyone ever kissed you down there?"
"Mmmmmmm... yes... the very first."
"You're so beautiful, that when I see you naked
all I want to do is kiss everything. I got so excited
kissing your ass yesterday I came in my pants and "]
"Shhhh! Please don't say any more ... not now. I just want to think about how good you made me feel...""
Chapter Nine
To her friends and neighbors, it appeared that Dorothy Miller had finally come out of mourning for her husband. It was difficult to arrive at any precise conclusions, since the attractive brunette didn't do anything obvious, but they suspected she had met someone new and was having an affair. And Dottie dicl everything she could to encourage them to go on thinking that she was. In her mind, she formed a picture of her lover; where he worked, where they met secretly-since only a married man would suit her purpose and not be expected to visit her at home-and she set up a routine to give the impression she was slipping off to meet someone.
It seemed impractical and a waste of time at first, but she soon discovered her scheme to fool the neighbors was actually a blessing that lifted her own spirits. On her first trip to Manhattan, which she decided was the only logical place for her secret lover to work, she discovered the trips didn't have to be a waste of time, after all. She found that the city was filled with so many exciting stores that she decided to spend the time just shopping. The experience became so invigorating to her mental attitude that she actually spent more time on each trip than she had originally allotted to her fictitious lover. Her obvious good spirits upon her return from her trips only added that much more to the deception.
Dottie's fears about Steven's losing interest in her once he had satisfied his curiosity, didn't materialize. His appetite seemed to be insatiable, she told herself, and her biggest problem was still trying to control him when Nancy was home. His escape route for leaving her room if Nancy should come home unexpectedly soon became his way of entering her room when Nancy was home.
"How many times must I tell you not to come here like this?" Dottie scolded in a whisper, when his presence in the dark bedroom became known to her.
"She's asleep by now ... she'll never know," he whispered back, slipping under the covers with Dottie and sending his hands over her body in search of pleasure.
"Please, Steven, don't," she giggled as one of his hands slipped between her legs and tickled her anus.
"Shush! You'll wake Nancy," he retorted jokingly, while fanning the sparks of desire in her body with his caressing hands. "I'll leave if you let me slip under the covers and kiss your pussy. .. ."
"Why do you torment me like this?" Dottie moaned as his mouth devoured one of her breasts, while his hand gently massaged the junction of her legs.
He answered by licking a path down her stomach with his wet tongue. She could tell by his movements that he was lifting a leg over her body to straddle her, while his tongue danced in circles around her navel. There wasn't much moonlight filtering into the room, but Dottie could distinguish the boy's rump arched over her shoulders as he continued to tease her naval with his tongue. Her arms were pinned to her sides by his legs, but she worked them free and began rubbing his smooth buttocks with the same adoring strokes she had used the very first time she had felt him. Steven stopped tonguing her navel and lowered his posterior until he was almost sitting on her face. She felt her nose nestle in the deep crack and kissed the spot blindly, to which he reacted with an approving groan, a wiggle, and a thrust of his butt in her face. But by then one of Dottie's hands had latched onto his stiff member. She pushed his buttocks from her face with her free hand and brought his organ to her mouth. After a quick, teasing kiss on the tip, she whispered hoarsely, "Isn't this what you really came for?"
With his head still under the covers, the answer was a muffled, "Yeah!" But he quickly threw the covers off and added over his shoulder. "Let's do it together! You suck me and I'll lick you!"
Dottie squirmed at the sound of these words she was getting accustomed to hearing him use.
Though she wouldn't admit it, the street language he used actually excited her, and the boy had a way of knowing this too, because he continued to use it over her objections.
"Come on now," he whispered enthusiastically, "I'm gonna stick my tongue up your delicious cunt and stick my cock in your beautiful mouth!"
Dottie opened her mouth to catch her breath, but it was suddenly filling with his thick, throbbing meat. The bulbous knob at the end of his weapon skidded along her tongue and drove deep into her throat. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers fidgeting with her tender slit. The smell and taste of him was mind-consuming, and her primary concern was to prepare for the pending climax that always choked and gagged her. Then she felt a hot flash shoot through her body as his wet tongue plunged deep into the hot mouth between her legs, and she found herself choking and gagging from that sensation. His hot juices discharged almost at the same time his tongue darted into her hot furnace, but it didn't alter his thirst for the girl-flux that saturated his tongue, and he continued his savage attack on her tender flesh until she released the full tide of her orgasm.
After each of these encounters, under the cover of darkness, Dottie had to admit to herself that the danger of doing it with Nancy just down the hall added to the thrill and excitement of the occasion. She was never sorry afterwards that he had taken the risk, but continued to complain nervously when he first entered the room. On the other hand, she totally enjoyed their leisure afternoons together, when she could see his eager face and watch every move he made.
There was no longer any need to play roles, Dottie realized with a sense of relief. Though the boy was usually the one who was aggressive and anxious to be alone with her, there were times when Dottie would take the initiative and suggest they go up to her room for a "rubdown." It wasn't a secret any more that he brought her the same enjoyment that she gave him, and they both felt better about it.
"Steven! Steven!" Nancy blurted out breathlessly when she reached the top of the stairs and raced down the hall to his room. "Steve!" she cried out again, bubbling over with excitement as she rushed into his open bedroom.
"What's the matter?" he called back, alarmed by the urgent sound of her voice.
"OH!" Nancy screeched, when she saw him race from the bathroom to meet her and found he was naked.
"What the hell is the matter?" he asked with alarm, thinking the house was on fire from the tone of her voice.
"Your door was open...." Nancy gulped, staring with saucer-wide eyes at the tube of flesh swinging between her brother's legs. "... I
didn't... mean___to ..."
"Forget thatl Tell me what's wrong!" "It.... it can wait..." she answered apologetically.
"Damn it! You scare the shit out of me and now you won't tell me what's wrong?"
"Well, I didn't know you were taking a shower," she shot back. "And I didn't expect to see you ... you naked like that!"
"Then hand me my robe ... behind the door there," he said in a softer voice, pointing to the hall door. "But tell me what's the matter."
"Aren't you embarrassed?" she asked with a little grin. "I mean ... letting your sister see you like that?"
"Balls! If it bothers you, hand me my robe ... it's hanging behind the door.... And stop looking if it bothers you to see a man naked." "It doesn't bother me ... if it doesn't bother youl"
"Then will you please tell me what all the excitement is about?" he asked sarcastically.
Nancy smiled at him and looked him over from head to toe before saying, "You'll never guess who just called."
"Oh, shit! Don't tell me you scared the life out of me over some dumb phone call from one of your boyfriends."
"No ... no. It wasn't for me. It was for Mom! You'll never guess...." "Well, tell me."
"It was Mike Johnson!" she said with renewed excitement in her voice.
"So?"
"Don't you see?" Nancy asked, frustrated by her brother's apparently slow thinking process. "Mike Johnson is married, dummy. Why would he call Mom? You can bet that it isn't to tell her she forgot her hairbrush in the cabin. ... Oh, Steven, don't you see? He probably wants to meet her someplace ... you know, to have an affair!"
"Maybe," Steven said thoughtfully, leaning back against his dresser now as he relaxed. "But I don't think it'll work-------"
"Don't be so naive!" Nancy cut him off, stepping quickly over to his bed and sitting on the edge. "They probably got together up at the lake ... while we were off with his dumb kids ... and ... and his wife too, if you recall those dances at night. And now he wants to see her again. I just know it! He's in the city. That's where he was calling from, so you know he wants to see her."
"Okay. Maybe you're right about his intentions. But I'll bet she turns him down...."
"Well, I think she's crazy if she does. It's so exciting ... to think of having an affair with a married man. And personally, I think she could use the change." Nancy lowered her eyes from his face to the limp noodle between his legs. Then she looked back at his face and asked, "Doesn't it bother you ... to let a girl look at you all naked?"
"If it embarrasses you, why didn't you hand me my robe," he said, moving toward the door where his robe hung.
"That's not what I meant," Nancy laughed. "You don't have to cover up for my benefit. I just thought you'd get a little hot ... you know, a hard-on ... exposing yourself to a girl. That's all I meant."
Steven stopped and turned to look at her. "Why?" he asked.
"Don't guys get hot and bothered showing their cocks to sweet little girls like me?" she asked coyly.
"Maybe you'd better get out of here," he said, with an air of maturity. "Little sisters shouldn't see this sort of thing until they get married."
"No kidding? But you're hung pretty good for a baby brother." she laughed. "And if you think that's the first cock I've ever seen ... then you're wrong ... except of course, I've never seen one limp like that. They're usually stiff and reaching for the sky."
"Well, I wouldn't tell Mom," she shot back. "She still thinks you're a virgin!"
"How about you? Are you still a virgin?" Nancy gave him a coy smile and extended her chest teas-ingly.
"Don't be silly," he said, with a sense of confidence he had never known before and thankful it was the truth. He began to pad in the direction of the bathroom again, satisfied with himself and the way he had handled the situation. At the same time he knew he could control the twinge of lust that rumbled gently in his groin. Perhaps it was his proudest moment, he thought. At long last he was dismissing his older sister with the same blase attitude with which she had dismissed him for years. He jokingly added, "But if you hang around much longer my cock is going to get ideas...*'
"It's already getting ideas," she laughed, pointing to the slowly rising pole. "There was a time when you'd be trying to feel my ass by now ... what with the two of us all alone in your room like this. But I guess you're too grown up for that sort of thing. And don't think I haven't noticed that you don't walk around anymore with a big bulge in your jeans from just being close to my ass or tits."
Steven turned to face her, his male muscle fully flexed and pointing straight at her. "You sure as hell didn't do anything to ease the agony I was going through. If you knew I was so fuckin' hot all the time, why the hell didn't you give me a little feel of your ass once in a while?"
"Maybe I was waiting for you to take it," Nancy responded softly, her full, pouting lips moving sensuously as she eyed his stiff, ballooning member.
Steven watched her big blue eyes dance with delight as he moved slowly back to where he had been leaning on the dresser and resumed his leisure pose. She was beautiful, he admitted after a quick appraisal, remembering how she had tormented him in her little bikini when they were on vacation. At the time, he would have given anything for just a glimpse or touch of her exquisite body. "Well, maybe I thought you'd make a big scene.... And maybe I thought you were just a cock teaser."
"I am a cock teaser!" Nancy chirped proudly. "It separates the men from the boys!"
"Shit! You make up more tests to separate the men from the boys than anybody I know," he retorted sarcastically. "Have you ever tried turning a boy into a man?"
"Yes, but it doesn't work," she sighed. "At least not for me. I prefer older men, who aren't afraid to get down and show me how much they want me ... by kissing my pussy. Boys turn green at the thought.... How about you?"
"Eatin' pussy is my second favorite sport," he smiled confidently. "My favorite is watching girls squirm and scream when I stick my tongue up their assholes."
"Owwww, Steve ... do you mean it? Or are you putting me on?"
"Have you ever had your asshole reamed?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes! I love that too! But ... but ... not when I'm all hot and bothered ... that's when I want my cunt licked. Up the ass is good for building a fire inside me. ..."
"Well, maybe I'll give you the works some day," he said, with a hint of arrogance in his voice. "But I think you'd better leave now so I can finish getting dressed before Mom comes home."
"She won't be home for hours," Nancy purred suggestively, getting up from the bed to face him eye to eye. "Let's stop talking about it and just do it!"
"Hey, look ... Just because I've got a hard-on doesn't mean I'm dying to get down and eat your slit."
Nancy fixed a smile on her full, red lips and stared deep into her brother's eyes as she began lifting her bulky-knit sweater up from her waist. "What does it take to put you in the mood?" she asked, slowly exposing her full, braless white breasts. Once his eyes dropped to feast on the offering, she quickly pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it over her shoulder. She struck a pose with her hands on her hips, legs spread apart, and her bare chest thrust out at him. "I've been told my tits are gorgeous," she cooed.
"They are gorgeous ... mouth-watering gorgeous ... but I'm still not making any promises about eating your pussy."
Nancy turned her back to him and began opening her jeans. Her long blonde hair swept forward over her left shoulder as she flicked her head to look at him over the right. "I don't know why I even believe you'll do it, but we'll soon find out." With her thumbs tucked into the jeans at the hips, she pushed down, exposing two white, marble-like, ivory smooth, perfectly matched globes of flesh. She watched his eyes devour the mounds hungrily as she stepped out of the jeans and panties. Then she bent quickly to retrieve the sweater from where it had fallen in the center of the bed.
"I got news for you, Nan," Steven whispered, taking a step toward her.? "You just put me in the mood!"
With the sweater clutched to her stomach, covering herself as though pretending modesty, Nancy turned quickly to face him, halting his advance. "In the mood for what?" she teased.
"To eat you all up!" he responded enthusiastically.
"You really know how to make a girl beg for it, don't you?" she sulked, reaching out to slide her fingers down the underside of his vein-popping meat. "I want this in me too," she whispered, fisting his spear and stroking it with a gradually increased tempo.
Steven's itching fingers reached for her breasts and caressed the firm orbs gently, as though tasting the meat through his fingers. His eyes watched her nipples fizz-out hard and quivering. "If you only knew how long I've ached to feel your gorgeous tits and kiss your gorgeous ass," he whispered breathlessly. At that same instant, his throbbing flesh surrendered to her squeezing, stroking fist and discharged its hot lava. "Ahhhhgggghhhhh!" he groaned as his come shot against her bulky-knit sweater.
"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, encouraging him to spend it all. "You're so handsome. And I love the feel of your shooting cock in my hand. It's so big and hot... ."
"Sonofabitch!" he hissed to himself. "Damn it!"
"Don't be angry," Nancy whispered, squeezing his muscle for the last drop of lust. "I won't disappoint you. I promise. If you don't disappoint me, you can have anything you want. Anything!"
"You didn't have to jack me off.... Son-ofabitch ... I hate comin' so damn fast. ..."
"Don't cry over spilled cream, Steve.... I'll make it up to you. You'll see." She released his weapon and stepped backwards until her legs touched the bed. Her eyes remained fixed on his and she continued to hold the sweater modestly against her stomach. "You can blame it on my ego, if you like, but I didn't want you doing anything you didn't really want to do, just to get your reward. Now if you kiss my snatch, I'll know you're doing it because you want it as much as I do. When you finish ... if your cock is all hard and ready to go again, I'll know it was the excitement of eating me that got you that way...."
"You're too damned complicated, Nan," he interrupted. "Forget all your dumb tests and what your fuckin' ego wants. I'd eat you from head to toe, front and back, whether you wanted it or not. And the reason is just that you look delicious enough to eat. That's all!"
"I-I-I guess I'm a little spoiled. And I guess I hate being pampered just enough to surrender what some bastard would have settled for from the start. The problem, I guess, is that I know what it's like to be wanted so badly by someone that they'd do anything and everything just to make me happy."
"All you have to do is give me a chance. Sure, I'd like to fuck you.... But I'd come eating you, because that's what I want to do."
"Then I'll give you a chance ... right ... now," she purred, lowering the sweater slowly and watching the expression on his face as he stared wide-eyed at the naked flesh being exposed for the first time.
"Sheeet! I-I-I've never seen a real fuckin' blonde..." he gasped as the sweater revealed the fluffy patch of golden-blonde hair.
Nancy dropped the sweater and lowered herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, her arms outstretched for him to come to her. His reaction was all she hoped it would be and she saw he was breathless from her display. She watched him kneel before her, place his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, eager to get at the meal that held him spellbound.
"Kiss it nice for me," she pleaded as his head lowered to the junction of her legs. "Please , . . kiss ... it... nice .. ."
Steven smiled up at his sister's pretty face, then licked a path along her inner thigh, stopping short of the golden fleece to begin the same tongue ride on her other thigh. Nancy sat on the edge of the bed watching his handsome face and teasing tongue, not at all sure he would fulfill her craving lust, but aware of an inner glow she hadn't felt for a long time.
The boy pressed his nose into the silky-soft hair and inhaled deeply, exaggerating the sound so his sister would hear it. Then he lifted his face and looked up into hers again, saying, "Mmmmm ... it smells so sweet and delicious. Almost smells as good as it looks...."
"Oh, Steve," Nancy purred, combing her slender fingers through his brown hair until both hands met at the back of his head. With a gentle nudge in the direction of her panting sex, she whispered, "You're a worse tease than I am, Steve."
Without hesitating, he pressed his tight lips to the aching spot she desperately wanted kissed. The golden-blond hair cushioned the impact and he knew it tantalized her more to feel the pressure of the kiss without actually feeling his lips on her sensitive vaginal lips. He would keep her guessing, he told himself. Perhaps even wait until she begged him a little.
"Mmmmmm ... I love the sight and feel of your handsome face between my legs," she said, squeezing his head with her strong legs for emphasis. "It's the only way to show a girl you love her and want her...."
Using his thumb and forefinger, Steven parted the moistening hair and eyed the puffy coral-colored lips that were puckered and poised for his kiss. "If it tastes as good as it looks and smells, I'm gonna gain a lot of weight," he said, then lowered his wet, open mouth to engulf her tender meat.
"Oh, Steven!" Nancy cried as he sucked the breath from her. Then she felt his tongue dance and dart excitingly over the panting mouth of her sex. She dovetailed the fingers of both hands behind his head and pulled him into the junction of her legs, knowing she would get anything she wanted or needed from his hungry mouth.
"Tongue itl Oh! I love that tongue! Stick it in me, Steve. Stick it all the way in. AHHHHH ... more, more, MORE! UP! UP! Lick it ... AHHHHHHH___"
There was no question in her mind about her brother's talent with his tongue. She only regretted the terrible urgency in her own body that brought her to a climax before she could fully savor the whipping tongue in her lust-hungry body. But when her mind returned to normal, she knew she didn't have to worry about satisfying her hunger any more. That's the advantage of having your lover living in the same house, she told herself happily as she slumped back on the bed, with Steven lifting her legs high in the air and buttering her anus with saliva.
"Anything!" she called to him. "You just bought me ... body and soul...."
"Even up the ass?" he asked doubtfully, eyeing the bud his tongue had been licking.
"Oh, yes! That would be the greatest!"
Steven lowered her legs and began to stand, not believing his ears.
Nancy propped up her head and shoulders, looking at him with new excitement in her eyes. "Is this going to be your first? Tell me, Steve, I've gotta know. .. ."
"Yeah," he said in a low voice. "The first time .. that way... but..."
"FanTASTIC! You'll love it!"
"You like it up the ass?" he asked quizzically.
"I didn't at first," she smiled, lifting herself back to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "It felt like I was being ripped in half. Hurt and stung like a bitch. But I got to like it. And I'm going to really like it this time, because it's your first. That big stiff pole is going to be pure, sweet agony, so don't be alarmed if I yell or scream. Just shove it in anyway. You'll love it!"
Steven watched her roll over on her stomach with surprising eagerness. She placed her feet firmly on the carpeted floor, parted for support and further braced herself by placing her hands at the edge of the mattress. He remembered his mother telling him how Nancy had bent over this way for their father to take her temperature, and it reminded him of all the years of frustration, when he longed to see her in this very position.
"Oh, I forgot," she said over her shoulder. "Either tongue it good to get it lubricated ... or I'll lick your cock ... which is risky ... if you know what I mean...."
"I'll tongue it," he said in a hoarse voice. His hands trembled as he ran them over the smooth white skin of her uplifted rump. It was like living a dream, he told himself, wondering how many times he had actually pictured this scene in his mind.
"Don't keep me waiting, Steven. Do it!"
He bent quickly and snaked his tongue deep into the hot, dry tunnel, painting the walls with his saliva. Then he straightened up to a standing position, placed his blunt weapon at the entrance and pressed forward. He could feel her trying to suck and coax him in, but the thick meat moved at a snail's pace, until the mushroom-shaped head was inside the tight little ring. His hands pulled her buttocks in opposite directions as he forced his way deeper and deeper into the too-tight tunnel, while Nancy moaned and screeched at the stabbing plunge of his long spear.
"Nnnngggghhhhh ... feels good," he gasped. "But I ... I don't think ... I can last much longer."
"Fuck me harder!" Nancy cried out. "Shove it in and fuck me with all you've got!"
With a quick, hard thrust of his hips, the last of his throbbing meat sank into the squeezing sleeve. He released his grip on her buttocks and felt the pillows of flesh sip at his groin. His hands quickly reached around her, to cup her breasts and pull her tight against his chest. It was a delicious feeling, he thought, as his spike stretched her in-sides.
Nancy felt light-headed and excited by the ballooning shaft of meat that seemed to fill her entire body with its thumping, throbbing rhythm. She knew instinctively that his climax would trigger her own and didn't give much thought to it. For some reason, she told herself, the idea of having a man behind her, where she couldn't see him or protect herself from what he might do, was a thrill in itself.
"You're squeezin' too fuckin' hard," Steven moaned. "I can't come it's so tight."
"Silly boy," she cooed back, adding a slight wiggle. "Of course you can come. Just think of all the times you wanted to feel my ass and poke your finger up my little hole."
"Aaaauuugggghhhh ... if you only knew!"
"Well, isn't this better? If I had let you just poke your finger up it, you'd come in your pants."
"Hell, I came just thinking about it!"
"See? Now you've got what you really wanted. ... It feels like it's coming up the back of my throat!"
"Oh, please! Don't talk like that!"
"Just imagine how it feels to have your asshole stuffed with a giant cock."
"OH! NAN! I'm comin', baby! I'm comin' up your asshole! Your beautiful, beautiful asshole. AAAHHHHH!"
"Fuck me hard, Steven. I'm yours ... all yours...." Her voice trailed off into a gurgling noise as his juices filled the hot tunnel and she felt herself swept away by her own orgasm.
Afterwards, when his muscle relaxed and slipped limply from her sore rectum, they fell on the bed, side by side. Even though she was exhausted and could barely move, Nancy managed to snuggle close to his side, with her head resting on his shoulder.
"I hope you liked it," she said, when her breathing returned to normal. "I reserve that special thrill for only a man I love very, very much."
"I never knew you were really in love," Steven said. "I mean, I never saw you get involved with anyone that even looked like you were serious." -
"That's a very deep secret, Steve. I never thought anyone would make me happy again ... until now."
"All you needed was a guy that's had the hots for you for sixteen years. That's all!"
"We have to be very careful, Steve. Mom must never catch us or find out."
"Yeah, I know," he said jokingly. "The last time we got caught and you had your pants down, it was eleven or twelve years before I got to see your bare ass again."
Chapter Ten
It was almost a full week before Steven gave any serious thought to Nancy's warning about getting caught by their mother. During that time, he was too busy thinking about his secret meetings with Nancy and planning new sessions for satisfying his lust for the novelty of her young, exciting body. Unlike his mother, Nancy was aggressive and always introducing something different to try, hoping to increase the erotic sensation of every moment, while holding him captivated with her surprises. It wasn't until he began to wonder what would really happen if they should get caught, that he realized he had totally neglected his mother since that first afternoon with Nancy. Not only was it unfair to his mother to suddenly ignore her, he decided, but he was actually risking the possibility of her getting suspicious of his sudden lack of interest and of sending her in search of a reason for it.
As he thought about it, he realized he was caught in a complicated web of intrigue. He couldn't let his mother know about Nancy and he didn't want Nancy to know about his sex activities with their mother. To add to the difficulty of the situation, everything was taking place in the same house. Though he was completely thrilled with the change that had taken place in his sex life, Steven now found himself worrying about details he had recently criticized his mother for worrying about.
No more visits to Mom's room at night, he decided as he tried to form a mental schedule for his activities. That should actually make her happy, since she's always nervous about doing it when Nancy is home. So I can see Nancy at night and Mom in the afternoon. Then when Mom goes to the city shopping, Nancy and I can really go at it.
As soon as he got home from school that afternoon, he rushed to find his mother, to cover up for his obvious mistake over the past week. "How about a little rubdown?" he asked, grabbing her from behind and playfully biting at her neck.
"I was beginning to think something was wrong," Dottie said as she tried to get away from him before "he marked her neck with kisses.
"There was!" he lied. "My English teacher chewed my ass out for not paying attention in class; Nancy has been home practically all the time; and I've been studying for the midterm exams. Plus the fact, you always complain when I sneak into your room at night."
Much to Steven's surprise, his mother accepted the tale without question. He expected at least a
mild challenge to his weak excuse and a reluctance on her part to agree to go to the bedroom with him, without some additional coaxing. Instead, she smiled meekly at him and he saw her big brown eyes twinkle with excitement, removing any doubts he had about getting away with his deception.
As always, Dottie felt very young and excited when her son suggested that they slip off to play their forbidden game. She had begun to feel the pangs of jealousy creep into her thoughts as she tried to find a reason for his sudden lack of interest. It seemed obvious to her, as the days passed, that he had found a girl at school and was now more enchanted with younger girls. That had been her biggest fear from the beginning and she forced herself to accept it now as inevitable. She wouldn't allow herself to ruin the boy's life, she told herself, the way Gus Hartman had ruined his daughter's life with jealousy. Then in a single gesture by Steven, her fears were swept away and she believed everything he said-because she wanted to believe him.
At first, Steven wasn't sure if he would be able to go through with his plan. The thought of Nancy's beautiful, exciting body and her daring new challenges had him convinced she was the only one he would ever be happy with again. But as his hands began to stroke the soft, smooth skin of his mother's back and his eyes took in her naked body, the boy felt the familiar heat building in his sex equipment. She was still beautiful and exciting, he thought with growing lust. Her passive, yielding manner was as thrilling in its own way as were Nancy's wild, exotic ways, he told himself, knowing now that he would be happy with both and looking forward to his new schedule. Then his strong hands reached his mother's firm, white buttocks and he spread the balls of flesh to feast his eyes on the little bud that never ceased to fascinate him.
"Mmmmmmm ... you devil," Dottie purred as he kissed her hot, dry anus. His tongue set off an orgasm that she had become accustomed to receiving at the outset of each encounter. Her head was still registering the delightful effects of his tongue, when she suddenly realized it was no longer his tongue forcing its way into the little hole. "What ... are you doing?" she called out with apprehension.
"Gotta stick it in that sexy hole," he grunted back.
"No, Steven! No! It's too tight!" she cried, trying to lift herself up in defense, but pinned to the bed by his weight. "Stop! It hurts! It's too big to stick up there!"
"Gotta fuck it ... can't fight this urge any longer..."
"Oh, Steven. You're splitting me in half!" she cried, feeling the blunt knob gain its entrance into her rectum. She held her breath then, taking a moment to concentrate on the feeling his big, thick spike created as it drove up her squeezing insides. It was a painful, gagging sensation and she hated it, she told herself as she reached another climax. "Take it out!" she gasped, building to the peak of still another orgasm.
"There!" he said triumphantly and pressed the pillows of flesh together again. "I've wanted to tuck that little hole from the minute I first saw it."
"Take it out! Take it out!" she cried with alarm as his thick prong throbbed faster and faster. She knew that quick tempo signaled his climax, but couldn't imagine how it would feel in that already full, unbearably tight passage. Then she felt the cooling spray of his hose, along with the release of her own climax and she began a frantic pumping motion of her rump as she tried to piston his hot meat in and out of her sucking tunnel.
"AHHHHHH!" Steven gasped. "That feels great! I love it! So tight... and hot!"
"Mmmmmm ... I-I guess it is good," Dottie sighed. "Never thought I'd be saying that! You're just like your rather ... always trying to stick something up my asshole!"
"That's what you get for having such a beautiful ass," he laughed, withdrawing his meat quickly and watching the stunned eye blink furiously at the sudden vacancy.
Dottie opened the door to Nancy's room just wide enough to stick her head into the room and ask, "Is anything wrong, Nan? It's late___"
"I don't think I'll go to school today," Nancy answered in a sleepy voice.
"Do you feel all right?" Dottie asked with concern, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I told you you were overdoing it at school . . " running yourself into the ground and ..."
"Please, Mom," Nancy moaned. "I'm fine. Honest. I just feel tired. A day off and some rest is all I need."
Dottie went to the side of the bed and placed the palm of her hand on Nancy's forehead. "You feel a little feverish," she commented. "I guess I'd better not go to the city today...."
"That's ridiculous!" Nancy shot back. "What are you going to do, sit and watch me sleep? Look, I'll go to school if it's going to send the whole house into a panic."
"Hey, I'm leaving," Steven's voice called from the hall. "You'd better move it, Nan!"
"Okay," Dottie called back. "Nancy isn't going in today. ... Be sure to lock the door on the way out!"
"On second thought, I think I will," Nancy said, closing her eyes. "I could probably get more rest at school."
"Don't get fresh," Dottie said firmly. "I'll get the thermometer and we'll see if you've got a fever."
"Really, Mom," Nancy objected, but saw her mother wasn't paying any attention to her as she headed for the door. "Oh, all right. There's one in my bathroom."
"If you're coming down with a cold," Dottie said as she turned back and went into the nearby bathroom, "it's better to catch it before it gets any worse. You've got the prom coming up in a little over two weeks and you don't want to be sick for that."
"I wish you hadn't mentioned it," Nancy sighed. "Laura doesn't have a date and she wants me to get Steven to take her."
"Did you ask him?" Dottie asked, returning with the thermometer and pretending to be preoccupied with it.
"You know how boys are. He doesn't want to go in the first place and says you won't give him the money in the second place, with a few more places thrown in for good measure. Laura doesn't expect him to pay for everything, but he doesn't even want to talk about it."
Dottie was pleased to hear of her son's response and almost smiled. But she quickly recovered and said, "I won't force him to go if he doesn't want to. But if you can talk him into it, I'll give him the money. Now open your mouth...."
"It's not that kind of thermometer," Nancy said, managing a little laugh as she struggled to turn over on her stomach.
"Since when have you been sleeping in the nude?" Dottie asked with surprise as the covers slipped down Nancy's back, exposing her milk-white skin.
"I don't know," Nancy answered over her shoulder. "Sometimes I just feel like it. You should try it sometime. After a bath, it's great to snuggle under the covers all naked and tingling...."
Dottie suddenly felt a little strange and embarrassed. Her daughter had a woman's body now and Dottie felt uncomfortable about touching her naked flesh. It also bothered her to have the tingling sensation that ran through her body, she thought as she forced herself to reach out a trembling hand and pull the covers down to the girl's legs. She stared with envy at the perfectly matched, blemish-free, white globes of flesh Nancy now lifed for her. The same chill ran through her now as when she had first seen Steven's naked flesh, except Dottie didn't know how to handle it this time. This is silly! she told herself, quickly reaching out her left hand to spread the fleshy balls with her fingers. Gently, she inserted the glass tube in the waiting target.
"Owwww!" Nancy squealed, following the squeal with a laugh.
"You're going to drive some man out of his mind with that beautiful ass," Dottie whispered, running her left hand over the smooth skin of the girl's buttocks.
"Some day, I suppose," Nancy sighed, propping her head up slightly with one hand and looking over her shoulder. "But I want to finish college first and maybe even get a. good start on a career before I start thinking about marriage."
From the position Nancy had taken, Dottie could clearly see a full, pear-shaped breast jutting out, and she longed to touch that as well. Stop thinking that way! Dottie scolded herself. This is maddening, the way I get over the sight of my own kids!
"My friends all think I'm crazy, going to the prom with Lester," Nancy went on. "But I can't stand the way most of the boys always try to grab and feel. All they seem to think about is sex."
"It's only curiosity with school boys," Dottie said, patting her daughter's bottom. "At a certain age, they start to feel their oats and think girls should feel the same way. The smart girls, like yourself, aren't fooled by it. The ones that give in to the boys usually regret it when.it's too late."
Dottie felt a hot flash shoot through her body as she withdrew the thermometer. She turned away quickly to read it, not trusting herself to continue looking at the inviting flesh of her unsuspecting daughter.
"You were right," Dottie sighed. "You don't have a fever ... so just stay in bed and get some rest."
"Good!" Nancy chirped. "I feel better already."
When Dottie turned to leave she saw Nancy out of the corner of her eye and had to take a second look. The girl was facing her fully and Dottie's eyes focused on the triangle of golden-blonde hair. The girFs beautiful skin, exquisite shape and the golden fleece had Dottie so envious now, it bordered on resentment. "I-I guess I will go shopping," she stammered before rushing from the room.
Chapter Eleven
"Let's just fuck regular," Steven insisted, struggling to pin his sister to the bed long enough to get between her legs.
"No! I don't want it that way. I want it up the assl" she cried, trying to get her wrists free from his strong hands and twisting her body to keep him from getting his legs between hers.
"You always want it that way," he shot back, laughing at the way she managed to squirm away from him, though he had her arms pinned to the bed over her head and had almost had his victory a moment before. "Please?" he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before trying again.
"Mom took my temperature this morning and it really turned me on," Nancy tried to explain, pausing in the meantime to rest her weary muscles. "I thought I'd die, waiting all day for you to come home and stick your thermometer up there! But you have to be selfish and want things your way."
"Okay. I promise to do it your way ... after we do it the regular way," he offered.
"No! I want it in the rear first!" she insisted. "Don't you see? I need it! All I can think about is sticking my ass up in the air and feeling her hands on my ass, then the damn thermometer slipping in."
Steven took advantage of the fact that she had relaxed and quickly stuck one of his legs between hers. She couldn't squirm away from him now, he knew, forcing her legs apart and bringing his weapon quickly to the target.
"No, please! Don't do it!" she cried out, fighting vigorously to keep him from seating his sword, but losing the battle. Then his spear sank into her suddenly yielding meat and she smiled. However, she continued to protest, though they both knew she was only fooling now. "You're raping me, Steven! Stop, or... or I'll scream!"
"Steven!" a familiar voice cut through the air, but it wasn't Nancy's. "What are you doing?" Dot-tie yelled.
"Huh?" he gulped, looking over his shoulder into the panic-stricken face of his mother, who was standing in the doorway.
"Get off your sister this instant!" Dottie ordered in a shrill voice. "Is this what I get for trying to help you? Get up!"
Steven tried to answer his mother and withdraw his throbbing muscle at the same time, but he couldn't accomplish either task. He was locked in the depths of his sister's clutching sex, agonized by the delicious sensation of the moist, hot well and the urgent need to satisfy the lust in his throbbing meat. Nancy had slipped lower, in an attempt to hide from her mother's view, which drove Steven even deeper into his prison.
Suddenly Dottie realized she had arrived a moment too late to be of any help to her daughter. She turned, angry and totally frustrated by what she had witnessed, slamming the door as she left.
As though in a trance, Dottie padded down the hall to her own room and slammed that door behind her. In a matter of a few seconds, she told herself, her daughter had been violated and she had lost her son to another woman. She slumped to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, wishing she could cry, but too numb to manage it.
The door opened a moment later and Nancy stepped timidly into the room. "Are you all right?" she asked, still naked and not the least bit concerned about it.
"Oh, Nancy," Dottie said in a hoarse whisper. "I'm so sorry, baby...."
"Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?" the girl asked, moving quickly now to her mother's side to embrace her.
"It's all my fault ... this never should have happened. I'm sorry, Nan. I never dreamed .,.." Dottie was crying now.
"Please, Mom. Don't blame yourself ... or Steven. It wasn't his fault...."
"I never dreamed he would rape you," Dottie sobbed.
He didn't?" Dottie asked, getting up from the bed and looking Nancy in the eye. "Then ... you mean ... you aren't ... you didn't seduce him, did you?"
"What difference does it make?" Nancy asked softly, reaching out to embrace her mother again, but suddenly held off by her mother's hand.
"It makes a lot of difference!" Dottie snapped. "He's your brotherl"
"I know, Nancy said in a low voice. "And I love him."
Steven entered the room when he heard his sister's comment. "It's no use, Mom. Don't you see? I love the both of you!"
"You mean ... you ?. . and ... Mom?" Nancy stammered.
"We can't go on this way," Dottie said angrily. "I ... I turned to Steven ... because ... I missed your father so much and Steven was all I had."
"So?" Nancy blurted out. "I missed my father too!"
"Don't you see?" Dottie said. "There's a difference. I mean, Steven was a substitute to ... to ... I just couldn't bring myself to be with any man...."
"Is that what you think I was doing?" Nancy shot back. "Just letting him fuck me because he was handy at the moment? No feeling, no emotion, just fucking for the hell of it?"
"What I mean is..." Dottie tried to find the right words, "...Steven was the only one I could find to replace your father. I tried to find someone else. I even had an affair, to prove to myself that there were others I could enjoy. But it didn't work. Steven was the only one who could make me feel the way your father made me feel."
"I know," Nancy sighed.
"What are you saying?" Dottie asked, shocked by the statement and trying to control her anger.
"Well, I guess I can tell you. It really doesn't matter anymore." Nancy felt Steven's bare hip brush her side and she leaned back against his side, as though seeking support. Her brother responded by placing his hand on her shoulder and she could see her mother's eyes grow wide, revealing the fury of her jealousy. Nancy took a deep breath and continued, "You and Steven thought I was an innocent little virgin, because I didn't run around with many boys my own age and carry on like some of the other kids my age. But the truth of the matter is, I lost my cherry when I was about thirteen. You see, Mom, we were both sharing the same man!"
"Nancy..." Dottie managed, suddenly feeling weak. The bedroom seemed to be getting stuffy and her head was getting light. Dottie wanted to sit down again, but she remembered that in a sitting position her eyes would be almost on the same level with her children's exposed sex apparatus, making it difficult for her to concentrate and maintain any sense of authority.
"You can't exactly blame him," Nancy said in a low voice. "I loved him more than anything in the world and didn't know what I was doing to him when I rubbed my young body against him. When you were out of the house, I used any excuse to let him see me naked, because he made such a fuss over me ... kissing me all over and making me feel so wonderful inside. But those little affectionate kisses on my ass and between my legs soon stirred up things in both of us that got out of control as I got older."
"Oh, baby," Dottie said, reaching out her arms. Nancy responded by stepping away from Steven and going to her mother for a brief embrace.
"I didn't know what I was doing," Nancy added, then stepped back to look her mother in the eye. "And I guess Dad couldn't tell me to stop. He probably didn't want to hurt my feelings, because I really made a fuss over him."
"Yes, I understand," Dottie said, releasing her arms. She looked briefly at Steven, who stood awkwardly to the side and slightly behind Nancy, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other. Dottie couldn't keep from thinking about their nudity and how it made it that much more difficult to talk to them this way. But she said, "I guess I'm partly to blame too. I never gave your father all the things he wanted...."
"For years," Nancy went on, not waiting for her mother to finish the sentence, "the most he ever did was stick his finger up my ass. I loved it! And I loved the kisses that went with it ... on my little slit! But the real enjoyment came when he had me bend over and forced his cock up my asshole. I thought that was what sex was all about! It wasn't until I was almost fourteen that I discovered there was another way...."
"Is that why you always want it up your ass?" Steven cut in, trying to add a little levity to the discussion.
Nancy nodded her head and smiled at him, but when she spoke, she addressed her mother. "But it wasn't just the fucking that I wanted. ... It was his kisses! That's what really made me come alive! The rest was more for his pleasure than mine. And believe me, I wanted to please him!
"I tried to find boys who could make me feel the same way, but none of them wanted anything but their own satisfaction. It's like they're trying to set a record for sticking it in and coming faster than anyone else. They never think of the girl and what she wants, until... Steven...."
"I don't know what to say anymore," Dottie sighed. "We can't just ... share Steven ... like ... like a sweater we lend to one another... .*'
"Why not?" Steven asked with growing concern about the serious decisions they were making without consulting him, when it was his happiness at stake as well.
"You're absolutely right," Nancy said, ignoring Steven and talking directly to her mother. "We can't share him ... the way you make it sound ... like he was suddenly a rubber dildo at a pajama party."
Hey!" Steven said with building hostility. "Doesn't anybody give a damn about me?"
Nancy turned to him and said softly, "Silly. We're both crazy about you. That's the problem. If it hadn't all come out in the open, we probably would have gone on indefinitely. It would have been all up to you to keep us happy. But now ... well, I guess there's a bit of jealousy involved. ..."
"Your sister is right," Dottie said. "It just isn't the same anymore.. .."
"I don't see why it has to be any different," Steven objected strenuously.
"Let me talk to Mom alone for a few minutes, Steve," Nancy said, before her mother could answer his objection. "Go take a shower and come back in about fifteen minutes."
Steven hesitated, but he could see by the look in his sister's eyes that she was serious, but compassionate. Reluctantly, he turned without saying anything and started for the door, trying not to sulk, but determined to let them know he didn't approve of their making any decisions without consulting him. He closed the door, with his mother and sister watching every move he made.
Once Steven had left the room, Nancy turned to her mother and smiled. They had never really been close, she thought, but there was never any doubt about their mutual love and concern for one another.
"I want you to know," Nancy began in a whisper, "that I'm not jealous. You have every reason to hate me for what I did with my father...."
"I don't hate you for what you did with your father," Dottie interrupted. "It explains why he seemed to be getting mellow, but I really don't mind. I was even happy when his sex appetite began to dwindle...."
Nancy managed a little laugh and took her mother's left hand in both of her own hands, stepping closer as she said in a normal voice, "Then let's not make any hasty decisions about Steven. It could really make life unbearable if we do." She dropped her own hands, carrying her mother's with them, to a point just between their two bodies and inches from Nancy's exposed pubic hair.
"I love the both of you," Dottie said earnestly, suddenly aware that her fingers were now being tickled by the hairs between her daughter's legs. She tried not to think about it, convinced that Nancy was unaware of it as the girl pressed forward to kiss her cheek. Dottie felt the heat from the junction of Nancy's legs on her hand and the girl's full, firm breasts against her arm during the brief kiss. Then Nancy slipped one hand out from between their tightly pressed bodies, still holding Dottie's hand with the other. The girl slipped her free arm around Dottie's waist and hugged her even tighter. Dottie began to feel light-headed from the sensation of all the naked flesh pressed against her.
"This morning," Nancy said, with her cheek on her mother's shoulder and her eyes cast down, "when you were taking my temperature ... I got chills all through me."
"Please, don't!" Dottie gasped.
"Don't get the wrong idea," Nancy hastened to add. "I don't go for girls or anything like that. Some of my friends are into that, but it doesn't do anything for me. But it was different when you touched me this morning. I could tell you felt the same way as I did. Your hands were trembling. You wanted to feel me all over and I wanted you do it."
"Yes, baby," Dottie admitted in a low voice. "I did want to feel your ass ... and your tits too. Because you're mine. It's almost like buying a statue, I guess. You can look at it all you want, but unless you touch it, you're missing most of the pleasure of owning it."
"Then touch me!" Nancy said, taking her mother's free hand in her own and pressing it to her bare breast. "Don't be frightened if you get excited. Having your hand on my pussy excites me, but a girl can't give me what I want. If my body excites you, let it!"
Dottie let her hand caress Nancy's breast and she flexed the fingers of her captured hand, to feel the softness of her daughter's golden fleece. Then she closed her eyes as Nancy began to undress her. The excitement that was building in Dottie's body didn't frighten her anymore. The warm glow that it brought to Dottie's body seemed very much under control and she moved her hands more freely over Nancy's naked flesh, with her eyes open now so she could see the milky-white smoothness of her daughter's skin.
"This isn't going to solve our problem, you know," Dottie sighed as Nancy began to caress her now.
"I don't think I've ever seen you without any clothes on," Nancy said, ignoring her mother's comment. "You've got a gorgeous figure. I can see where I got my tits and ass from...."
Dottie had to close her eyes again when Nancy's finger slithered between her legs and examined the moist lips of her vagina. The girl was more daring than herself, Dottie thought as the finger lingered to explore the vestibule of her sex,
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Nancy asked.
Before Dottie could answer, the door opened and she blushed from head to toe to have Steven see what they were doing.
"Take off your robe, silly," Nancy told her brother, who was frozen in place at the door. "You didn't have to get dressed. Come on in and join the fun. We're getting to know one another for the first time."
Steven stared with saucer-wide eyes when he saw Nancy's hand between Dottie's legs. While Nancy wasn't the least bit bashful about what she was doing, he could see his mother was embarrassed. He slipped out of the robe and timidly walked over to where they were standing. It struck him funny to see his mother standing there with her hands behind her back, looking like a little girl that got caught with her pants down, while Nancy casually eased her slender finger into Dottie's sex. He felt awkward, standing there watching and not knowing what to do.
"Now don't go getting the wrong idea," Nancy said to Steven, while running her free hand over Dottie's breasts, down her stomach and over her hip, where she massaged the balls of flesh vigorously. "It may look strange to you, but we're not trying to get our jollies this way. It has nothing at all to do with sex. It's just a form of expression."
Meanwhile, Dottie continued to blush and Steven just watched wide-eyed. The controlled excitement Dottie had experienced earlier was rapidly building into an urgent animal lust for more than her daughter's finger. She also knew that the reason for getting so excited now was the thrill of getting caught playing a forbidden game.
Only Nancy knew what was ultimately going to happen, since she was doing her best to bring it about. She was convinced the three of them could never be happy living in the same house, if her mother was allowed to dwell on the jealousy she had displayed earlier. Nancy's only hope was to convince her mother that it wasn't really that bad sharing a lover, based on her own knowledge of the subject.
"You can join in, Steven," Nancy said casually. "Just as long as you keep sex out of it."
"How the hell can I do that?" he complained. "I'm getting a hard-on just watching.
"Well, keep it to yourself then," Nancy said 175
with a wink. "See? I can finger Mom's snatch and stick my finger up her asshole without getting all hot and bothered by it." She could feel her mother respond to the suggestion with a fresh flow of girl-flux, and Nancy knew she would be getting to the point of not caring about anything but Steven's meat.
"Okay," Nancy quickly agreed. "Sure you don't want to finger me? It's a great experience examining someone's slit. ..."
"N-n-no ... maybe ... next time," Dot-tie answered, her eyes searching Steven's face for a clue as to what he must be thinking of her.
"Would you look at this?" Nancy quipped, running her hand over Steven's stiff member. "Your little boy sure has a big cock, Mrs. Miller."
"Yes, I know," Dottie sighed, watching Steven sit on the edge of the bed, not aware that Nancy was directing him, since her eyes were now fixed on the huge prong that jutted out from between his legs. She moved easily when Nancy prompted her to a standing position before him.
"Oh, Steven," Dottie moaned, straddling his legs and impaling herself on his long pole. "Mmmmm ... I'm so happy we can all be together. I'll try not to interfere with you and Nancy, pet... ."
"Doesn't his cock feel good?" Nancy whispered over Dottie's shoulder.
"Oh, yes!" Dottie cried happily, bouncing up and down on him to piston it in and out.
"We're going to have lots of fun together," Nancy whispered in her ear. "While he's fucking you and feeling your tits, I can get behind you and tickle your asshole...."
"Oh! YES! I love that!" Dottie responded, bouncing faster on the throbbing shaft.
"Steven can even eat my pussy, while he's fuckm' you," Nancy purred, climbing on the bed and signaling her brother to recline, so she could straddle his face. "Isn't this wild? There's no reason the three of us can't enjoy fucking at the same time."
"Don't smother Steven," Dottie cautioned. "You've got beautiful tits, sweetheart. I should have known your father was up that gorgeous ass of yours. He loved assholes more than anything. ..."
"Mmmmm ... he also loved eating pussy," Nancy added.
Dottie felt Steven's muscle flex and jerk deep in her belly. Her beautiful daughter was over his head, facing her, and Dottie could see the boy struggle to get his mouth up to his sister's sex. It was an awkward position for him to manage much more than a passive role, Dottie thought as she continued to slide up and down on his thick shaft. She was kneeling on the bed, so close to the edge that her knee would slip off every once in a while and her full weight would come down on her son's groin, knocking the wind out of him.
There was some doubt in Dottie's mind as to whether Nancy was telling the truth about her relationship with her father. She wondered if it wasn't just the girl's fantasy about her father that she wanted to believe was the truth. Perhaps it was all just a lie to accomplish this orgy, Dottie thought, as she watched the girl tease her brother by moving away from his hungry mouth.
"Not that it matters anymore," Dottie gasped, holding herself perched at the peak of excitement. "But were you telling the truth about you and your father? Or did you just say those things to soften me up?"
"It's the truth!" Nancy replied, trying to be serious, but unable to control the giddy feeling Steven's tickling tongue was creating at her anus. "But you don't have to take my word for it.... OH! Steve! Mmmmm ... I love that tongue of his.... What was I saying? Oh, yeah. If you don't believe me, ask Cathy Duncan...."
"Cathy? How would she know?"
"One morning she came in the house looking for you ... oh, that tongue is driving me crazy.... Anyway, Cathy walked into the laundry room and saw us," Nancy closed her eyes then and began squirming on Steven's face.
"Some friend!" Dottie said, grinding her hips harder and faster now as she watched her daughter struggle for an orgasm. "Think ... she'd . .. tell... me___"
"Don't be silly," Nancy said breathlessly. "She's got three sons she's fuckin' around with...
"Oh! More, Steve, more ... mmmmmm ... stick it all the way in. Harder, harder, HARDER! Auuuggghhhh!"
Dottie looked frantically for something to grab onto. There wasn't enough of Steven visible, and her own orgasm was breaking through the floodgates. She hated herself for all those years she had held back her lust for her son, not knowing that it was going on all around her. She dug her fingers into the bedspread, seized fistfuls, and pulled herself down on Steven as hard as she could. "OH! BABY!" she cried out. "Nnnnnggghhh-hhh..."
Steven couldn't answer, but she felt his response deep in her belly. What a joy it is to have such wonderful kids, she told herself. They don't get into trouble; get good grades in school; and they're so devoted.... "Mmmmm ... you kids make me so happy!" she cried out to the tangled mass of flesh.
